seungmin supremacy

26 • 2Min biased, loving all of Stray Kids

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pay the price. ii

pairing: religious step-brother!seungmin x f!reader genre/tags: smut, religious themes, cheating, dubcon/noncon themes, blackmail, fingering, oral (m. receiving), degradation, piv, unprotected s*x, possessive!seungmin words: 4.0k

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you were outside long before you wanted to be. the house was stuffy, weed smoke clinging to the walls and beer staining the carpet. bodies pressed together in the narrow living room, laughter too loud for your ears, music too heavy for your head. you had already lost track of your friends, and your boyfriend had disappeared somewhere between his third drink and the girl he ‘promised’ wasn’t his type. you didn’t know where he went, but you didn’t really care anymore. you sat on the porch steps instead, phone in hand, head drooping. the night air was cool, and it felt better on your skin than the sticky warmth of a hundred drunk people packed inside.

the first call rang out unanswered. you frowned, thumb hovering over his name again. the second call picked up, and seungmin’s voice came through sharp and irritated. “why the fuck are you calling me at this hour?”

your stomach sank. you hated the way you sounded already— your voice small, uneven. “please, seungmin. i need a ride, just this once.. i don’t have anyone else.”

there was a pause. no static, no background noise, just him breathing on the other end. you could picture his face so clearly. expression flat, unimpressed, already rehearsing the things he would throw back at you later. finally, he sighed, clipped and sharp enough to cut through the quiet. “you’re unbelievable.”

your throat felt tight. “i’ll do anything, please. don’t make me walk home like this.”

he let out a low laugh, no humor in it, just disdain. “you say that like i haven’t been saving your ass for weeks. every lie i’ve told for you, everytime i’ve covered for you sneaking in at night… i don’t do that for free y/n.”

you pressed the heel of your palm to your forehead, hating that he was right. hating that you needed him at all. “fine, whatever. just come get me.”

the ride over was quicker than you expected. twenty minutes later he pulls up, his car rolled up to the curb, headlights cutting through the empty street. he didn’t get out or wave you over, just sat there, engine running with one hand on the wheel, watching you walk toward him. you slid into the passenger seat without saying a word.

he didn’t bother hiding the way his eyes scanned down your bare legs, over the tiny plaid skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, then up to the cropped t-shirt stretched tight across your chest. your makeup was smudged, your lip gloss had worn off and your hair’s all tangled from the heat of too many bodies pressed too close. his frown deepened.

“pathetic,” he muttered, pulling away from the curb. “look at you. can’t even handle yourself for one night without begging me to fix it.”

you turned your face toward the window, trying to focus on the blur of houses passing by. “can you just shut up and drive?”

“no,” he said flatly. “you don’t get to say that. you should be thanking me. mom has no idea what you’re doing out here, wasted at some party dressed like this. she thinks you’re sleeping over at chaewon’s. and who makes sure she keeps believing that? me.” he glanced at you, expression unreadable in the glow of the streetlights. “you’d better start remembering what you owe me.”

the silence that followed was heavier than his words. the only sound in the car was the hum of the tires against the pavement, steady and low. you pressed your knees together tighter, biting back the sting in your throat.

he didn’t speak again until he pulled into the driveway. the engine cut off, and for a moment the night felt too quiet. he didn’t look at you when he said, “next time, don’t expect me to be so generous.” then he got out first, the slam of the driver’s side door making you flinch.

you lingered in the passenger seat a few seconds longer, head spinning, stomach knotted. when you finally crept into the house, everything was still. your mom’s door was shut. the hall was dark. you slipped into your room, shut the door behind you, and collapsed into bed without changing. the smell of his car and the sound of his voice stuck with you even as your eyes slid shut, reminding you that this wasn’t over— not by a long shot.

+

morning came too quickly. you woke to the sound of drawers opening and closing downstairs, the low hum of the kettle, and your mother’s voice carrying faintly through the house. your head throbbed, your mouth was dry, and the stale taste of last night’s alcohol still clung to your tongue. you pulled on a hoodie that smelled faintly of perfume, tugged it low enough to cover your shorts, and padded into the kitchen.

the room was already set the way it always was— your stepdad reading the paper, your mother with her coffee, seungmin sitting neatly across from her like he had been awake for hours. he looked almost staged, hair brushed perfectly, his shirt crisp, posture straight, hands folded politely on the table until he picked up his fork. you hated that he always looked like this. unbothered, polished, exactly the kind of son your mom had always wanted.

you slid into your chair quietly, hoping to disappear into the background. the clink of your spoon against the bowl drew her attention anyway. she looked up at you, eyes sweeping over your clothes, your messy hair, the dark circles under your eyes.

“honestly,” she said, setting her mug down. “you’re never going to be taken seriously if you keep going out looking like that.”

you stiffened, your spoon hovering halfway to your mouth. “like what?”

“sloppy. careless.” her tone was pointed, but not loud. “do you think any decent man is going to bring home someone who can’t even dress appropriately? you’re selling yourself short. a little modesty wouldn’t kill you.”

the words settled heavily between you. she wasn’t yelling, but it didn’t matter. it was the same weight all over again— comparison, correction, judgment pressed in as though she’d been saving it just for you.

“mom.” your voice was flat, but she didn’t stop.

“i’m not trying to put you down,” she continued, softer now, as if that made it any easier to swallow. “i just want you to think about the kind of example you’re setting. you’re grown, but men notice these things. good men notice these things. someone respectable wants a girl who takes herself seriously. someone like—” her hand gestured lightly across the table. “—like seungmin.”

the sound of your chair legs scraping against the floor made everyone look up. “enough,” you said, sharper than you’d meant to.

your mother blinked, startled. “excuse me?”

“i said enough,” you repeated, your chest tight now. “i’m tired of being compared to him everytime i walk into a room. i’m not seungmin. i’m not your perfect, church-going golden boy, and i never will be. and i don’t care if that makes me a disappointment to you.”

she opened her mouth, but you kept going before she could.

“i don’t need to dress a certain way to deserve respect. i don’t need to impress some imaginary man you’ve decided is the measure of my worth. i’m not him. i don’t want to be him. and i’m done pretending like i have to live up to your idea of what i should be.”

the kitchen was silent except for the tick of the clock on the wall. your stepdad cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses, but didn’t say anything. your mother stared at you, eyes wide, her hand still around her coffee cup like she wasn’t sure if she should set it down or hold it tighter.

you pushed back from the table, the sound loud in the stillness. “i can’t do this right now,” you muttered, leaving your bowl untouched as you turned down the hall. the slam of your bedroom door echoed up the staircase when you shut it behind you.

downstairs, the quiet stretched until seungmin broke it. his voice was calm, warm as always. “she doesn’t mean it,” he said gently, shaking his head. “she’s just figuring herself out. it’s hard for her. don’t take it to heart.”

your mother sighed, the tension in her shoulders easing as she glanced at him. “you’re so patient, seungmin. really… you always know the right thing to say.”

he smiled politely, lowering his gaze modestly. but you knew better. when you’d stood up to leave, his hand had brushed against your leg under the table, subtle and hidden beneath the tablecloth. his fingers had lingered there, just long enough to make your skin crawl.

your mother thought he was the one holding the family together. she had no idea he was the one pulling you further apart.

+

the tension in the house didn’t vanish after breakfast. if anything, it got thicker. your mom tried to smooth things over with her usual cheerfulness, offering extra slices of toast, asking if you wanted to run errands with her later. you brushed her off, retreating upstairs until the sound of the vacuum drowned out her attempts at small talk. but even when you tried to stay away, there was always him.

seungmin carried on like nothing had happened. he was polite, considerate, his voice always soft when he spoke to her. he asked if she needed help bringing in the groceries, volunteered to sweep the porch, even offered to drive your stepdad to a meeting later in the week. every answer was carefully practiced, like he knew exactly how to string the words together so that she’d beam at him. and she did, every. single. time.

but when her back was turned, when his gaze cut across the table or lingered too long in the hallway, you felt the shift. the weight of it pressed into your skin.

at dinner a few nights later, he tried something new. your mom was in the middle of telling a story about her coworker when you felt his hand settle on your thigh beneath the table. you froze, fork clattering against your plate. he didn’t look at you— he didn’t even blink. his eyes were on your mom, nodding along, listening attentively, as if he wasn’t casually fondling your bare skin under the tablecloth.

you shot him a look, subtle enough not to draw attention, but he only slid his hand higher, fingers tightening once before retreating nonchalantly when your mom turned her head.

you kept your mouth shut, though your heart was beating too hard, because how could you explain any of this without sounding insane?

it didn’t stop there. the next day, you were stacking dishes in the sink when he came up behind you. your mother was only a few feet away, folding laundry on the couch. seungmin leaned close, his breath warm against your ear, voice low.

“loud last night,” he murmured. “maybe next time i won’t cover your mouth.”

you dropped a plate into the soapy water, too loud, earning a look from your mom. “careful,” she warned.

“sorry,” you muttered quickly, biting your tongue. when you glanced at him again, he was already back on the couch, flipping through a magazine, the picture of calm.

it was like that constantly— small moments that your mother never noticed. his hand brushing against your back as you passed in the hallway. his eyes holding yours just a second too long when he smiled across the table. his voice, low enough that only you could hear, dripping with taunts that made your skin burn.

and the worst part was how careful he was. he never pushed too far in front of her. never raised suspicion. he wore his mask flawlessly, the doting stepson, the golden boy. she never saw the way his hand lingered on your hip just a second too long when he reached past you in the kitchen. she never heard the things he whispered under his breath when she wasn’t looking.

your mom thought he was keeping you in line. she had no idea he was the one breaking every rule in the house.

it came to a head one night. you’d been on edge all day, avoiding his gaze, snapping at every small thing. you told yourself if you just kept busy enough, he’d lose interest. but it didn’t work.

your mom was still awake in the living room, the glow of the tv lighting her face as she flipped through channels. you slipped out of your room, planning to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, when you felt his hand close around your wrist.

he pulled you into the hallway, his expression unreadable in the dim light, though his grip was firm, unrelenting. you opened your mouth to protest, but he only tilted his head toward the bathroom down the hall.

“quiet,” he whispered, the corner of his mouth twitching.

your pulse spiked. the sound of the tv carried faintly from the living room. your mother was only a few feet away.

seungmin’s hand slid lower, his fingers curling between yours, his hold looking almost innocent if anyone had happened to glance up. but you knew better. you knew exactly what he was about to do.

he tugged you gently toward the bathroom door, his voice soft enough that only you could hear. “don’t make a scene.”

the lock clicked when the door shut behind you.

seungmin didn’t waste a second. his hand was on your chest, pushing you back until the sink dug into your lower back. his other hand reached for your shorts, tugging them down in one sharp motion that made you stumble. your hoodie followed, yanked up over your head and tossed into the corner. you were left in nothing but underwear, pressed against the counter, heart pounding in your chest as he looked you over.

“you’re shaking already,” he said under his breath, tilting his head. “is it because she’s awake? scared she’ll catch her pathetic little disappointment sneaking around again, proving she was right about you all along?”

you tried to push his hands off, but he caught your wrists easily, pinning them to the counter. his eyes bored into yours, steady and unrelenting.

“don’t even try it,” he muttered. “you called me the other night, remember? you begged me to pick you up. you think that comes for free? you think i’m just doing this out of kindness?” he let out a short laugh, though his voice stayed quiet, controlled.

“you don’t get it yet, y/n. you owe me. every time. and this is how you’re going to pay it back.”

his grip on your wrists loosened only so he could shove his hand between your thighs, pressing firmly against your cunt through the thin fabric. you gasped, your knees buckling, but his body was right there, keeping you upright.

“so pitiful,” he whispered, his thumb tracing slow, teasing circles. “already wet. i could drag you out there right now and she’d see it dripping down your legs.”

your stomach knotted at the thought, but he didn’t give you time to react. his fingers tugged your underwear to the side, pushing inside with no warning. the stretch made your mouth fall open, your hand flying to cover your own mouth on instinct.

“no,” he hissed, catching your chin with his free hand and yanking it away. “don’t cover up. let me hear you. maybe i’ll let her hear you too.”

his fingers curled cruelly, fucking into you rough and steady, the sound of slick filling the small bathroom. every thrust made you grip the sink harder, your body arching as you tried not to cry out.

but then, out of nowhere, the sharp buzz of your phone shattered the moment.

your eyes flew open in panic, craning your neck toward the counter where it sat, screen glowing bright with your boyfriend’s contact photo.

“aww, look at that,” seungmin smirked, his fingers still working inside you, fucking you slower, deeper. “what do you think he wants?”

“seungmin—” you gasped, the words muffled, but he only angled his fingers harder, catching the spot inside you that had your hips jolting involuntarily.

“what was that?” he teased, his grin widening. “you want me to answer it for you?”

with your head spinning, you barely managed to shake it before he pulled away entirely, leaving you empty, trembling.

“no?” his voice dripped with mock sweetness as he reached over and picked up the phone, flipping it in his hand like it was his. “too bad.” he hummed and swiped across the screen, pressing it right to his ear.

“hey, man,” he said casually, his tone so incongruously normal it made your stomach drop.

you slapped at his wrist immediately, mouthing the word stop, but he only caught your hand and shoved you down onto your knees without breaking stride.

“y/n? oh yeah, she’s here... kinda busy right now.” his smug tone made your face burn as he shoved his sweats down just enough to free himself, his cock flushed, heavy, fully hard in his hand. he grabbed a fistful of your hair, guiding your mouth toward him, his voice calm as ever the entire time.

you barely had time to part your lips before he pushed inside, forcing you to relax your jaw as the stretch made your eyes water instantly.

“what’s she up to?” seungmin pretended to think for a moment, cocking his head slightly like the answer required actual effort. “uh... you know, homework or something, i think? yeah. she’s definitely... preoccupied.”

his hips rolled forward slightly, pushing deeper, making you gag hard around him. he clenched his teeth and exhaled through his nose, adjusting himself before continuing like nothing happened.

“yeah, don’t worry about it, i’ll let her know you called,” he said, his voice light but with a sharp undertone that made his meaning crystal clear. he glanced down at you, his lips parting into a wide, satisfied smile at how wrecked you look, spit already dribbling down your chin. “don’t wait up.”

with that, the soft click of the line went dead, and he tossed the phone carelessly onto the counter beside him.

“see?” he sneered, tugging your head back just enough to bring you off him, your lips raw and spit-slick, your chest heaving for air. “handled it. you’re welcome.”

you glared up at him, your tears only seeming to amuse him further.

“what? now you’re mad?” he said, his crooked, cocky grin pulling wider as he guided you back toward him. “don’t give me that look. it’s not like you made any effort to stop me.”

he pushed forward again, the weight of him on your tongue stealing the chance for a comeback. he groaned low as his hips began to move again, forcing your head to follow his rhythm.

“god,” he muttered, his head tipping back. “everytime i see you leave with him, i think about this. your pretty mouth, your messy face—” he tightened his grip, forcing you down until your throat tightened around him. “—and i wonder if he even has a fucking clue.”

each thrust sent a muffled sound spilling from your lips as you dug your nails into his thighs, another stream of tears pouring freely down your cheeks now. but the little sobs bubbling in your chest didn’t matter. not to him.

he finally yanked you back with a harsh tug to your hair, followed by a string of spit connecting your lips to the tip of his cock. he pulled you unceremoniously to your feet, spinning you back toward the sink.

“not done with you yet,” he rasps, his voice breathless but sharp.

his hands slammed your hips into the counter, the mirror rattling as his cock pressed back inside you with one brutal thrust. the gasp you let out fogged the mirror’s surface, body collapsing forward with the forceful weight of him.

“don’t tell me i ruined your fun,” he sneered, his hips snapping against you so hard it left bruises blooming under his fingertips. “because by the way you’re dripping...” his hand slid lower, brushing the slick between your thighs and bringing it up to your lips, smearing it deliberately. “you’re loving every second of it.”

you met his eyes in the mirror, your cheeks flushed and streaked with tears, your glare melting into something glassy and dazed as his thrusts dragged you closer and closer to the edge.

“you’re mine,” he groaned against your ear, voice breaking as his pace grew more erratic. “you and that fucking boyfriend of yours— he can’t save you from me. he can’t have you, y/n. not like this.”

your stomach twisted at the words, your head spinning as heat consumed every inch of your body. you hated the way it fueled something deep inside you, pulling you further under with every sharp thrust.

your chest pressed against the counter, your breath ragged, your body caught between shame and something hotter that you couldn’t push down no matter how hard you tried.

his hand slipped from your mouth down to your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur at the edges.

“say it,” he demanded, “say you’re mine.”

you tried to hold back, your jaw tight, but the pressure at your throat and the pace of his hips broke you down. you managed a choked sound, barely audible.

“louder,” he snapped, squeezing harder this time, his reflection glaring into yours. “say it, or i’ll call him back right now and let him listen.”

your resolve cracked completely. “i-i’m yours,” you gasped, the words breaking like glass out of your throat, leaving you raw.

“again,” seungmin ordered, his grin widening, his tone cruel. his hips snapped forward sharply.

“i’m yours!” you cried out, the guilt burning your face as the words left your lips.

his smirk was instant, satisfaction brimming in his dark eyes. “that’s what i thought.”

his strokes became merciless, fucking you harder as his hand left your throat and slid back to your hips, dragging you against him roughly until your legs trembled, threatening to give out completely.

“all those nights you sneak out to meet him,” he hissed, his voice like venom, “and you come back here, on your knees for me. you think he’d still want you if he knew you let me use you like this?”

your nails dug into the counter harder, the shame rolling off you in waves.

“that’s it,” he rasped, his breath quickening against your ear. “that’s what you’re good for. not church, not some respectable image mom keeps talking about. this. being the perfect little sister for me.”

his words shouldn’t have sent the heat surging through your body the way they did, shouldn’t have made that coil deep within you tighten and snap as your release hit like a wave. your moans were muffled against your own arm as your body shook violently, muscles clenching around him, dragging a guttural groan out of his chest.

his hand left bruises on your hips, forcing you back into him with each harsh thrust until his own release followed. his breath hitched before spilling in hot, deep pulses, his forehead resting against the back of your shoulder briefly as he came down.

neither of you spoke.

his weight pressed into your back for only a second before he shoved away, tucking himself back into his sweats, not even acknowledging what just happened.

you pushed off the counter slowly, your vision still hazy, the sound of your unsteady breathing filling the small bathroom.

he leaned lazily against the doorframe, expression completely unbothered.

“better make yourself presentable before she decides to come find you,” seungmin muttered, his tone calm, detached, like this was just another chore to him.

you didn’t say a word, even as you fixed him with a look that held all the resentment you couldn’t swallow. you snatched up your hoodie from the floor and threw it on, covering yourself quickly. your knees wobbled as you reached for the door handle.

you didn’t look back.

this fic took me actual MONTHS to finish and i genuinely don’t know why but i’m so glad it’s finally done >< plspls lmk your thoughts on this bc i fear i’m not entirely sure if this my best work or not 💔

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Seungmin is the type of guy to... (s)

Seungmin is the type of guy to invite you to the recording studio out of sincere 'boredom'. he has to record his lines and it's only him, 3racha and some staff in — it's not like he misses you or anything.

Seungmin is the type of guy to fix you as you peek inside, sheepishly greeting the staff and apologising for disturbing the session. his eyes keep track on you despite the glass-wall separating the two of you, already wishing that you could come to his side instead of taking a seat onto the personnel's couch.

Seungmin is the type of guy to give you those big, puppy, eyes during the entire session. idly swinging his arms, he'll drag the recording on purpose just so that everyone gets tired and postpone the rest for tomorrow.

Seungmin is the type of guy to not even attempt to hide his amusement as everyone begins to leave one by one. chan throws the keys at him, telling him to close up when he's done. you're still here, it's just you and him now.

Seungmin is the type of guy to ask you to come to his side, hand motioning in his direction. watching the door click shut behind you, approaching him. "want to try?"

Seungmin is the type of guy whose 'trying' results in him dropping to his knees in front of you, one leg thrown over his broad shoulder to keep balance as he buries his face into your cunt. "hm, look at how wet you are. were you thinking about this?" truthfully — he was. it's obvious that he was.

Seungmin is the type of guy to rejoice at the sound of your moans being loud and clear inside of the recording booth, each sighs and gasps echoing against the walls deliciously. his heart is racing, he didn't even lock the front door, knowing that any of the members could walk in right now, or worse — a staff. but the risk is what makes the overall experience more exciting.

Seungmin is the type of guy to run his teeth softly across your bud or folds just to feel you jolt above him, indulging in the painful pleasure before soothing it with a wet kiss. tongue falling out to tease at your entrance.

Seungmin is the type of guy to pull away the second you're about to reach your high, turning to suck at the swell of your thighs instead. blatant in his mocking with how he laughs at your coiling expression.

Seungmin is the type of guy to finally give you a chance as your fingers rush into his hair, a harsh tug that burns at his scalp. feels so good to have you desperately grind against his face, basically riding your clit on the curve of his nose.

Seungmin is the type of guy to moan at your sudden pace, tongue rolled out for you to use at your pleasure. flat as your folds glide over it, pussy throbbing with a threat of cumming.

Seungmin is the type of guy to smile wide as you gush around him, arousal wetting his mouth and chin. cleaning you up at his own accord until you're pushing him off from sheer overstimulation.

Seungmin is the type of guy to get turned on when a knock thuds against the door, a voice asking if there's anyone inside. a palm lays over your mouth, urging you to keep it down as his other hand slides between your thighs. once again, he's not done with you yet.

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breaking news: i'm an idiot

pairing: seungmin x reader

genre: friends to lovers; smut

wc: 8.4k

warnings: unprotected sex; sub!seungmin; oral sex (f!receiving); fingering; handjob; dry humping; use of toys; praising; dirty talk; voyeurism; exhibitionism

summary: sweet and innocent seungmin fell for a girl he wished he could have and he also became obsessed with a girl he didn’t know. some secrets aren’t meant to stay hidden and he is about to learn that the hard way

live: unfiltered series

kim seungmin is the smart, annoying friend who always reminds everyone about deadlines two weeks in advance. he is the boy who carries a bag heavier than his own body because he insists on bringing every book “just in case”. he is the boy who sighs whenever one of your friends makes a stupid decision but then immediately helps them anyway.

kim seungmin is the boy who complains the loudest and loves the hardest. 

he loves studying and he loves his colour coded notes and neat handwriting and he also loves getting the highest grade and acting like he doesn’t care much about it.

he likes his routines - waking up at eight, having coffee with exactly one sugar, listening to the same playlists over and over again, walking to university instead of taking the bus because he likes to dedicate those extra fifteen minutes to think.

his life is simple, comfortable and very predictable. or at least most of it is, except for the parts of his life that concern you. 

not that he ever tells you this, god forbid.

because seungmin is brave enough to argue with your professors, brave enough to tell strangers when they’re wrong, brave enough to stand up for every single one of your friends. but when it comes to you? he is pathetic, absolutely hopeless.

you had met years ago during your first year at university, he remembers it with embarrassing clarity - you were sitting one row ahead of him, your hair messy because you had been late to class and your cheeks still red from running across campus. the professor had asked a question and you - very confidently, he has to say - had given the wrong answer. he had laughed at your answer, like a full and proper snort escaped him, and you just turned around and glared at him, making him freeze in his seat. 

“you think it’s funny?”, you had asked him, narrowing your eyes.

he stopped laughing immediately and shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours, and somehow, that was your beginning, because your hatred for him lasted only those twenty seconds, maybe even less, and after that, your friendship began.

now you are inseparable and seungmin thinks that everything about you two is normal, or at least he likes to pretend that it’s normal when he texts you good morning every day, when he walks on the side closest to traffic when you’re together, when he keeps your favourite snacks in his bag, when he knows which things make your eyes light up and when he knows when you’re lying about being okay.

sometimes he thinks he knows you better than he knows himself, and maybe that’s exactly why he’s doomed, because he is completely and utterly in love with you. he knows it, and he also knows that it’s embarrassing and stupid, because now everything revolves around you. every accomplishment means nothing if he can’t tell you first and every joke becomes funnier if you laugh at it.

he tries to ignore his feelings at first, but of course, he fails miserably, because every time you smile at him, his brain short circuits. he’s completely gone and every single one of your friends knows it.

“you are disgusting”, changbin tells him one day.

seungmin frowns, “i’m literally doing nothing”

“you’re staring at y/n as she walks away”

he scoffs and ignores him, but he spends the next ten minutes wondering if it’s so obvious that everyone can see it. well, everyone except you. or maybe you do see it and you just haven’t said anything because you don’t feel the same way and you want to be nice, to still be friends.

seungmin doesn’t know and he’s too scared to find out, so he settles for your friendship and your late night phone calls as well as your movie nights and walking you home every time you go out. 

but he also likes to think that maybe, just maybe, the universe will help him someday, and maybe one day you’ll realise how he looks at you and you’ll look at him the same way. 

but until then, he just wants to be enough for you, your best friend and the person you can rely on. he wants to be good for you, in every possible way, even in ways that he doesn’t understand yet, which becomes a problem because unlike most of your friends, seungmin has exactly zero experience when it comes to romance, and even less when it comes to sex.

zero, nothing, nada. 

he’s never had a girlfriend, never kissed anyone, never gone on a proper date. the closest thing he has to experience is reading awkward advice forums at three in the morning, which he thinks it’s ridiculous, because now, he’s twenty-something and your last year at university is finally here. 

he’s an adult and he still blushes whenever your friends make dirty jokes, he still coughs awkwardly and looks away when there’s a sex scene on tv, and he still pretends to check his phone whenever your friends talk about who they went home with the night before or how many times they came that weekend.

it’s embarrassing, especially because lately he can’t stop thinking about you. not in a bad way, no, not because he wants to disrespect you, it’s quite the opposite really. he likes you so much that he wants to understand relationships better, he wants to know what to do to make you happy, he wants to know how to be caring and gentle but also rough, he wants to know how to make you feel good just in case he ever has the chance to.

so he decides to do some research, because that’s what he always does, research everything. he starts with educational websites, reading some articles and medical journals as well as safe relationship guides. 

he takes notes - yes, actual notes - and reads for hours, learning absolutely nothing useful because every single web says the same things: communicate with your partner, respect your boundaries, be honest, don’t force things… and they are good points obviously, but it’s nothing he didn’t know before and they don’t answer the questions he’s too embarrassed to say out loud.

what if he’s awkward?

what if he’s inexperienced forever?

what if one day you like him back and he disappoints you?

what if you decide to walk away from him? 

those questions keep him awake at night, so eventually, and hesitantly, with his face burning bright red, and in the privacy of his room when he knows changbin is already sleeping in his, he starts looking elsewhere, on different pages, pages where people share their experiences. then he moves to pages where people share videos, pages he had never dared visit before.

he sees one that’s a bit different from the others, a page that shows livestreams too, not just recordings. his cursor hovers over the link for a bit before he rubs his face. he tells himself that this is only to find and learn new things, that he’s only doing this because he has been hopelessly in love with you for years and wants to learn every way to hopefully make you feel good one day, to not make a fool of himself and learn things that you may like. 

his hand hesitates a bit more and then with a racing heart and enough embarrassment to last a lifetime, he decides to explore a world he knows absolutely nothing about and clicks on the link. the screen flashes and a new tab opens, bathing his dorm room in the pale blue glow of it. he sees multiple videos at first before he opens one where a girl is in nothing but a thin white tank top and panties, sitting cross-legged on her bed. her nipples are already stiff against the fabric and she keeps rubbing herself through her underwear, the damp spot growing darker with every pass.

seungmin’s throat goes dry and he closes the livestream fast.

he opens a new one, the girl there naked from her waist down as she fingers herself with two fingers. he sees the chat going crazy, people sending donations and comments, and when he feels his face burn again he closes that livestream too.

another click, another girl, this time lying on her back with her legs spread wide. the livestream doesn’t fully load before seungmin closes that one too, his heart hammering inside his chest. 

he keeps clicking, each new livestream more explicit than the last and then, he finds one that makes him stop when he opens it.

the girl is on her knees in the centre of her bed, her face carefully cropped out of frame. she is wearing a black bra and matching panties and something about the way she moves makes seungmin freeze. she reaches up and cups her breasts over the bra, her thumbs brushing back and forth over her nipples. from the corner of his eye, seungmin can see the chat going crazy, as the comments and donations never stop.

leethighs: fuck yes

aussielord: i’m so hard take everything off 

the girl ignores the comment and keeps touching herself, squeezing and rubbing until her breathing grows heavier. seungmin swallows hard and his hand drifts down without permission and presses against the growing bulge in his pants which he didn’t realise until now. every single sound that comes from the girl makes his stomach twist with a confusing mix of shame and heat and even though he tells himself he is only doing this for research, his cock is already hard and ready to explode. 

the girl on the screen hooks her thumbs into her panties and moves just enough to push them down her thighs and kick them off. then she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, leaving her completely naked, with her knees spread and her cunt on full display. the camera angle is low enough that seungmin can see everything, including her folds and the way her clit peeks out when she moves. 

she reaches down and traces two fingers along her folds, a moan slipping out of her. seungmin’s hand moves on its own, taking his cock out and giving it one slow stroke, biting his lip to keep quiet. the girl spreads her legs wider and uses her fingers to part her folds, showing the camera how wet she already is. she circles her clit a few times and then slides one finger inside herself, moaning again.

seungmin’s grip tightens and he strokes himself in time with her movements, his eyes glued to the screen, completely hypnotised. 

quokkjone: fuck yourself for us

midnightwolf: such a good girl

maknaeontop: i’m gonna come just watching you

artprince69: add another finger

the girl obeys this time and pushes a second finger inside herself as her hips rock forward to meet her own hand. her moans grow breathier and higher, she’s almost screaming now, letting the sounds fall out of her as she fucks herself harder. 

seungmin’s hand moves faster, his eyes locked on the girl’s cunt, watching the way her fingers disappear inside her again and again. he imagines what it would feel like to be the one inside her, no, how it would feel like to be inside you, making you scream like the girl in the livestream is doing right now. he imagines you, spread open like that for him, begging for him, and the thought alone makes his cock twitch hard in his fist, his orgasm growing faster and unstoppable now. 

the girl adds a third finger, her moans turning into cries now. her free hand moves to pinch one nipple, the chat going feral at this point.

maknaeontop: you look so pretty like this fuck

leethighs: three fingers in i bet you like it rough

he is panting now, trying to stay quiet and not wake changbin up, but he can’t stop looking at the girl and how her fingers keep moving as her moans never stop. her thighs start to tremble and then she comes hard, her juices leaking out around her fingers as she keeps rubbing her clit through her orgasm. 

seungmin’s stokes grow frantic and then his orgasm hits him like a punch, his hips jerking as his cum shoots across his stomach and hand, his vision going white for a second. he keeps stroking his cock through his orgasm, milking every drop as he watches the girl on screen pull her fingers out. she leans forward just enough for the camera to catch the movement of her hand and then, she waves once and ends the stream. 

seungmin sits there in the sudden silence, the screen with the image of the girl close to the camera now, his chest heaving and his cock softening in his sticky hand. his cum is cooling on his skin as he stares at the “stream ended” message. he feels his face burn with embarrassment, he hadn’t meant for this to happen. he just wanted to learn, to understand, to find things, to hopefully be good for you one day.

instead he had just jerked off to a stranger while imagining it was you who was spread open and screaming for him.

two weeks, fourteen days, that’s long enough for everyone to notice how seungmin keeps disappearing. not completely, because he still shows up to every class and hands in every assignment on time, but the moment class ends, he’s gone.

he doesn’t linger in the hallway, he doesn’t grab coffee with all of you, there’s no spontaneous movie nights, no teasing you until you threaten to throw your book at him. nothing, he always has an excuse.

“i can’t, i have to study”

“not today, i have to do some research for a project” 

to be honest they’re believable excuses, they’re seungmin excuses, and nobody questions them. and to be fair, he really does some research, just not the one you all expected him to do.

the first livestream should have been the last one, that’s the first thing he told himself the morning after he watched it. he woke up and deleted his browser history, then avoided opening his laptop for almost the entire day. he promised himself that what had happened was a mistake born from curiosity and that he would move on and forget it happened.

but what happened instead was that that same evening, he caught himself wondering if that girl would stream again that day, then he opened his laptop and found the page and the same girl again, embarrassingly fast he has to admit. he told himself he would look at the account for a minute, just to prove himself that the fascination was gone.

but it wasn’t.

one minute became thirty and thirty became an hour and then he had learnt the days she usually goes live, according to the schedule she had posted. and without meaning to, he started planning his days around her schedule and whenever there wasn’t a livestream, he would watch the old ones, archived in previous recordings. 

there are lots of them, more than he expected, and the girl always starts and ends the livestream with a small wave, which makes her seem less like a stranger. that thought unsettles him a bit because he knows he shouldn’t feel familiar with someone he’s never met, he shouldn’t feel familiar with a girl who he watches with her fingers buried deep inside her as his hand strokes his cock wishing it was someone else’s hand instead.

he wonders why he feels so familiar with her and then, one day, he realises the reason he can’t look away, the reason why something about her has felt strangely familiar from the very beginning - it’s her silhouette, her body.

it reminds him of you, of your body.

when he realises, he closes his eyes and shakes his head. he hates himself for even thinking about it because it feels invasive, wrong. the comparison comes from last summer when you all went on a weekend trip and he saw you wearing your bikini when you went to the beach. it wasn’t too revealing, just a normal bikini, but he remembers how hard he had tried not to stare at you, how hard he had to convince himself he wasn’t staring.

apparently his memory had been sharper than he realised.

now whenever he sees that girl, he sees you. he sees her body and wishes it was yours, he sees her fingers parting her folds and circling her clit and he wishes it was your fingers entering you instead. or even better, he wishes that girl was you and he was the one who had his fingers inside you, well his fingers or whatever it was that you wanted from him. 

and every time he sees you now, the real you and not a figure of his imagination when he has his hands on his cock, guilt settles in his chest like a stone. because even though this all started with him wanting to learn and be good for a possible, hypothetical future where you two are together, the reality now is that he will masturbate while he watches a stranger and thinks about you. he wonders when things got out of hand. 

so, when the second saturday after his little livestreams adventure started comes, all of your friends plan to go to the cinema and have dinner outside, just a little break from all your exams and what not. but to no one’s surprise, seungmin decides to stay in, because he has to do some…

‘research’

changbin says goodbye and clicks the door of their dorm shut behind him. seungmin waits one minute, then a bit more, and only when he’s completely sure that changbin won’t suddenly come back because he forgot his wallet or his phone or something, he closes the door of his room and reaches for his laptop. he opens the page that he knows by heart already and then, enters the account and a small message appears at the top.

live in five minutes.

his heart is already pounding like he had run up four flights of stairs. he shifts in his chair, already half-hard from the anticipation alone and he wipes his sweaty palms on his thighs. then the stream loads and the live begins.

the girl is on her knees in the middle of her bed, her face cropped out like always. she’s wearing a baby blue lace bra that barely qualifies as clothing, leaving very little to the imagination, if anything at all, and the delicate cups are sheer enough that her nipples are seen through the fabric. she’s not wearing panties this time, her bare hips and thighs are on full display, but because of how she’s sitting, her cunt isn’t visible for now. seungmin’s cock gives a hard and immediate twitch inside his boxers.

the girl lifts one hand and gives the camera that same familiar wave and the chat starts working, people already sending their comments and donations.

artprince69: fuck yeah she’s back

quokkjone: that bra and no panties? you’re criminal

aussielord: take it off already

seungmin’s mouth goes dry and he presses the heel of his hand against his swelling cock while he bites his lip. the girl brings both hands up to cup her breasts over the lace, her thumbs dragging slow circles over her nipples until the fabric tents even more. the lace looks so delicate against her skin that seungmin can almost feel how soft it is.

she reaches off-screen for a moment and when her hand comes back into frame, it’s holding something new - a big and thick dildo. seungmin lets out an involuntary groan, his cock getting harder just from imagining what she’s gonna do. she has never used a toy on a live before and the sight of it in her hand makes his cock throb painfully.

the chat goes feral, more donations coming and the comments going absolutely crazy.

leethighs: ride that until you squirt 

maknaeontop: i wish it was my cock instead

midnightwolf: the princess wants to play with fire tonight

seungmin shoves his clothes to his thighs until his cock springs free, already leaking. he wraps his hand around the base and gives one slow stroke as his eyes stay locked on the girl. she leans forwards just enough for her mouth to enter the frame and then she parts her lips and lets a long and thick string of spit drip from her tongue onto the tip of the dildo. the saliva runs down the toy and she uses her hand to spread it, making it slick and shiny.

seungmin’s grip tightens, as he imagines that spit was yours and that toy was his cock, he imagines that you were the one getting it ready for him, and that thought makes his hips jerk upwards into his hand.

the girl shifts on the bed, spreading her knees wider, letting everyone see her cunt now, her clit peeking out and her entrance clenching visibly as she positions herself. she holds the dildo beneath her and then begins to lower herself. seungmin’s breath punches out of him in a ragged moan as the toy disappears inside her. she pauses halfway, breathing hard, and then sinks the rest of the way until her ass meets the bed and the toy is completely inside her, a broken moan slipping out of her.

seungmin strokes himself faster, matching her pace as she begins to move, rising up until just the tip remains inside her and then dropping back down, taking every inch again. one of her hands comes up to squeeze her breasts through the lace, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her scream. 

aussielord: that’s it keep riding that toy sunshine

artprince69: fuck i already came from seeing this

midnightwolf: good girl, taking it like a champ 

seungmin barely registers the comments, as his hand keeps flying up and down his cock. in his mind the girl on screen is you, he pictures your body in that baby blue lace and your cunt swallowing his cock instead of the toy, your moans and screams filling his room instead of hers. he imagines reaching up to tug the bra down, freeing your breasts so he can suck on your nipples while you ride him.

the girl starts riding the toy faster, her moans almost desperate now. her free hand moves to her clit, her thighs shaking with the new sensation. the dildo is soaked, shiny with her arousal and every time she lifts off it leaves a string of wetness connecting her pussy to the toy, and the only thing seungmins wants to do is lick it clean. he can feel his orgasm building fast, hotter and heavier than anything he has felt before.

the girl’s movements grow erratic and then her back arches and she finally comes, screaming as one of her hands keeps pinching her nipple and the other circles her clit. a long and broken cry tears from her throat and seungmin comes with her, his cum shooting from his cock and splattering across his hand, his thighs and his t-shirt. the mess is everywhere but he can’t stop looking at the girl and how her cunt still flutters around the dildo.

she lifts herself off the toy slowly, and then she holds the glistening toy up for the camera one last time. she leans forward just enough to wave goodbye and then ends the livestream, the thumbnail of the video being a full and clear image of the baby blue lace bra and her nipples still visible through the lace.

seungmin sits there staring at it, his chest heaving and his cock softening in his hand. his thighs are still shaking and even though that guilt and heat start a war in his chest again, the image of that bra on the screen stays burned behind his eyelids, he can’t look away. his breathing is still uneven, his heart refusing to settle as guilt washes over him.

he drags a trembling hand over his face, “what is wrong with me…”

he doesn’t close the page, he can’t - the thumbnail remains on the screen, frozen exactly where the stream ended. he snaps the laptop shut, hiding the screen for now, pretending that this never happened. he lets out a long breath and then stands up, moving to grab a clean towel and then heading straight for the bathroom.

the cold water from the shower spills over his shoulders, making him flinch immediately. he welcomes it and hopes that it will help him, because he is still thinking about the girl and you, which makes him half-hard again. 

it helps a little but not enough to erase the embarrassment nor to erase the fact that every time he closes his eyes, he sees fragments of the live replaying in his mind, hoping it was you instead. he presses both hands against the wall, shaking his head.

“this is getting ridiculous”, he says to no one in particular.

it is getting a bit ridiculous if he has to be honest, because he started doing this so he could learn and find things that you could like and now? he’s in his dorm, organising his days around a girl he’s never met, making excuses to his friends and avoiding the one person he actually wants to spend time with.

you. 

the irony isn’t lost on him.

when he finishes showering, he goes to his room and pulls on a hoodie and a pair of grey sweatpants and then goes to the kitchen. he opens the cupboards, staring blankly inside, trying to choose what to eat but before he can pull something off the shelf, the bell rings. seungming freezes, he’s not expecting anyone, changbin would use the code and all of your friends are at the cinema. 

another knock, softer this time, and then a voice, “seungmin?”

his heart stops when he realises it’s your voice. every guilty thought crashes back into him all at once and then he quickly smooths down the front of his hoodie as though that somehow could wash away all of them.

“coming!”, he says, his voice cracking.

wonderful.

he walks to the door, clears his throat and then opens it. you’re standing there with an overnight bag over your shoulder and a plastic bag dangling from your wrist.  

you grin the moment you see him, “hello stranger”

“i…”, he says, blinking, “i thought everyone was going to the cinema”

“they are”, you say and he frowns, “but i knew you weren’t gonna go, so i came here instead”

his ears immediately burn, “i’ve been busy”

“mmhm”, you say, not sounding very convinced.

“i really was”, he says.

“mmhm”, you say again. 

before he can think of another excuse, you slip past him into the dorm as though you’ve done it a thousand times before, which you have to be honest. 

“okay so seeing that you’ve been so… “busy”, we’re gonna have our own movie night”, you say as you turn to look at him and hold up the bag you have with you.

he walks towards you and looks inside - he sees popcorn, chocolate, cookies, his favourite drink, your favourite candy.

“you know you can't just invite yourself over, you know?”, he says, teasing you, trying to act as normal as he can.

“too bad i already did”, you say, giving him the bag and then turning around, walking towards his room. 

he walks to the kitchen again just as he hears the squeak of his bed when you flop onto it, before you speak again.

“seungmin!”

“what?”, he says from the kitchen.

“bring food”

“you already brought food”

“no, i brought my food”

he laughs without looking at you, the knot in his chest loosening just a little.

“you’re unbelievable”, he says to himself, but somehow you still hear him.

“i know!”

he shakes his head, unable to stop smiling. he gets some of your snacks and also others for him because you’re really serious about your food and not sharing it and he learnt that lesson the hard way. he then walks to his room, settling everything down on the desk, beside his laptop, before he clumps onto the bed with you. 

“so”, he says, “what are we watching?”

you gasp and turn to look at him, “you mean i get to choose?”

“i didn’t say that”, he says, turning to look at you.

“you implied it”

“i absolutely didn’t”

“you did”

“i really didn’t”

you stick your tongue at him and he laughs, turning to look at the ceiling.

“okay, so… romance?”, you say.

“absolutely no”

“minnie!”

“what?”

“why not? you know they’re my favourite”, you say, hitting his shoulder.

“y/n, they’re too predictable and full of cliches”

“well, i still love them”, you say, turning to look at the ceiling too.

“action?”, he asks you, turning his face to look at you.

“no, too loud”, you say, looking at him again.

“animated?”

“ugh, no”

he laughs and shakes his head and you continue.

“what about… a comedy?”

he pretends to think for a moment, “... maybe”

“yes!”, you say, throwing your hands into the air, “i will go and choose one”, you say and then you swing your legs over the side of the bed, already walking towards the desk where his laptop is. 

it takes seungmin one second to realise what you’re doing, but it’s already too late, there’s nothing he can do to stop you.

“y/n, wait-”, he says as he stands up too, his entire body shaking, every ounce of blood draining from his face. 

you reach his desk and look at him smiling before you turn to look at the laptop, “oh shush and just let me choose one, trust me i will-”

you stop talking the moment you open his laptop and see the screen, his hand half outstretched between you and the laptop but stopping there, already too late. the screen shows the livestream page, the thumbnail from earlier frozen there - baby blue lace and a woman cropped at the neck, the unmistakable layout of a cam site surrounding the image.

seungmin hopes that he can somehow rewind the last five seconds if he reaches far enough but he can’t, you’ve already seen it. your smile slowly fades as your eyes stay fixed on the screen before you turn towards him.

“seungmin?”

he can’t answer, his mouth opens but nothing comes out. you look back at the laptop then at him again.

“what…”, you say, your voice much quieter now, “w-what is this?”

his heart plummets.

“no-”, he says as he shakes his head, “no, it’s not-”

he doesn’t even know what he’s trying to deny, you haven’t accused him of anything or looked disgusted or even stepped away from him. you’re just… confused.

“i can explain”, he says, his voice cracking “i-i know how this looks, but it’s not-”, he shakes his head again, dragging his hands through his hair so hard it almost hurts, “it’s not what you think”

you remain silent, looking at him, waiting for him to explain.

“i’m not…”, he swallows, “i’m not obsessed with porn or camgirls”, the words sound ridiculous the moment they leave his mouth, “i mean- i don’t- i don’t usually watch things like this, i’ve never done this before”, he says as his face burns and his breathing grows quicker.

he continues as his thoughts tumble over each other faster than he can sort them.

“i just…”, he gestures helplessly towards his laptop, “i was trying to… learn”

you blink, “learn?”

“yes”, he says, “i know that sounds stupid but i just… i don’t know anything”

his words come out so quietly he almost misses them himself, but it’s not something you didn’t know before, you had had your suspicions for a while.

“i’ve never dated anyone or kissed anyone before, let alone know anything about relationships and, well… sex”, he gestures vaguely towards the laptop again, “i don’t know how any of… that works”

he laughs then, a short and miserable laugh before he continues.

“so i read some articles and wrote some things down”

“what, like notes?”, you ask him.

“i colour coded them, yeah”, he says, shaking his head, “but i know that normal people probably don’t write and colour code relationship or sex advice”

you stand there still, looking at him, watching him spiralling too quickly.

“so i decided to… watch some streams because i thought that maybe i’d understand some things. i thought that maybe…”, another helpless laugh, “i don’t know, it could be a kind of research or something”

he winces at his own words, he knows how bad it sounds, and he’s sure you must think he’s crazy. 

“i wasn’t trying to be creepy, i wasn’t trying to- i just-”, his words begin tripping over each other completely, “i wanted to know how to be enough. i wanted to know what people liked. how to make someone feel good. how to make someone- because- i- i just-”

he laughs again, sounding close to tears this time.

“because what if one day… what if one day you…”, the sentence catches in his throat because he knows he shouldn’t say it, he’s already embarrassed enough, but the panic has completely stolen whatever filter he normally has, “because what if one day you said you loved me too?”

he closes his eyes, not wanting to look at you, not wanting to see your reaction in case this is the moment you decide to walk away from him.

“i’ve loved you for years, y/n, ever since we first met to be honest, and i just… i kept thinking that… what if the impossible happened and you loved me too?”, he says, his voice cracking, “and then…”, his breathing stutters, “i kept thinking that you’d realise that i don’t know anything, i don’t know how to kiss someone or how to date, i don’t know…”, he gestures weakly towards the laptop again, “any of that, and then you’d think that i wasn’t good enough, that i’d disappoint you and then you’d leave me”

he says, his throat tightening as another broken laugh escapes him.

“i was trying to learn. i wanted…”, he says as his eyes remain glued to the floor now, “i wanted to be someone worthy of you, someone that could make you feel good in case you wanted me to”

the words barely leave his lips as he remains there, completely frozen and unable to look at you.

“i know how insane this all sounds, i know. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, y/n. i’ll delete everything, i’ll never open that web again, i promise. i didn’t mean for you to-”

“seungmin”, you say, but he doesn’t hear you.

“i’m sorry i just-”

“seungmin”

“i swear i wasn’t-”

“kim seungmin”

you cross the distance between you and his words die the moment your fingers grab his hoodie, so firm that they stop him from spiralling more. you tug enough to make him lift his head, to make him look at you and for the first time since you opened the laptop, slowly and reluctantly, your eyes finally meet. 

he looks at you and sees something he has never seen before. you aren’t angry or embarrassed or even feeling sorry for him. if anything, you look completely in control, there’s a confidence in your posture that he doesn’t recognise. 

something has completely shifted the balance between you, and seungmin’s heartbeat somehow manages to speed up even more. he feels rooted to the floor and then one of your hands rises until your fingertips brush lightly against his cheek, your eyes never leaving his.

“let me see if i’ve understood this correctly”, you say as he watches you, unable to look anywhere else, “you’re in love with me, have been for years”, you say and he manages to nod his head, “and because you’ve never dated anyone…”, you tilt your head thoughtfully, “you convinced yourself you had to learn everything before you could ever have a chance with me”, his lips part but he doesn’t say anything so you continue, “so you started… researching… and ended up watching videos of a girl fucking herself so you could learn things that could make me feel good so you wouldn’t disappoint me if we ever got together… is that it?”

his voice fails completely and all he can do is nod his head again. he stands there looking at you and wondering when exactly you became so effortlessly confident, when you started looking at him like this. you smirk and lean closer then, so close that he can feel your breath near his ear and when you speak again, your voice is barely above a whisper.

“well, it’s a good thing that you picked my videos to learn from”

seungmin swears that everything stops right there and then, his brain refusing to process what you just said.

“my videos”

no, he must have misheard you, surely.

“you’ve got to be kidding me”, that’s what he wants to say but his mouth won’t cooperate with him.

you pull back just enough to see his face and a quiet laugh escapes you, “what? you don’t believe me?”

he still can’t answer, nothing makes sense.

“i suppose i can’t blame you”, you say as you shake your head with an almost fond smile.

without breaking eye contact, your hands move to the zip at the back of your dress and then you open it and let it fall on the floor. seungmin’s eyes widen when he sees it - the baby blue bra. his gaze snaps towards the laptop, to the thumbnail, and then back to you. it’s the same one, he’s completely sure of it. his breathing stops but before he can say anything, both of your hands come up to him again, one cupping his cheek and the other settling at the side of his neck, your thumb resting just beneath his jaw.

“and i think that you’ll also be very glad to know that i’m in love with you too”

before he has a chance to say anything, you lean forward and your lips meet his, the kiss lasting only a heartbeat before surprise catches up with him and then instinct takes over. his eyes flutter close and every anxious thought that’s been racing through his mind for weeks dissolves all at once.

his mouth parts under the pressure of your lips and you slide your tongue past his. his hands hover uselessly at his sides for a second before he puts them on your waist, his fingers twitching like he’s afraid he’ll do something wrong. you don’t give him time to overthink, you lick into his mouth again and he follows you without thinking, his tongue meeting yours. 

you break the kiss only to catch his lower lip between your teeth, tugging before letting go. his eyes are glassy when they open and you smile at him, your hands sliding down to the hem of his hoodie.

“arms up”, you say.

he obeys you instantly and you take his hoodie off, leaving his chest bare, his skin flushed all the way down to his collarbones. you run your palms over his ribs, feeling the way his breath stutters and then you lean to kiss the centre of his chest, making him let out a quiet and broken sound. 

“so… you learnt a lot from my videos, you say?”, you ask against his skin.

seungmin nods his head, completely under your spell now.

“good”, you whisper, “then let’s put it to use”

you kiss him again, harder this time and then you walk him backwards until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed. you push lightly on his chest and he sits, then lies down when you follow him onto the mattress. you settle on your back in the middle of the sheets, wearing nothing but the baby blue bra and the matching panties that you hadn’t worn on the stream before. the fabric already clings to you, the crotch visibly darker where you’ve soaked through and seungmin’s gaze drops straight to that wet patch and stays there, his lips parted and his cock visibly twitching inside his grey sweatpants. 

you spread your thighs a little wider, inviting him.

“do whatever you want with me, seungmin”, you say, “whatever you saw me do on camera. whatever you’ve been thinking about all this time”

he swallows hard and then crawls over you on shaky arms. his mouth finds yours again, messy and eager, his hips already rolling down against your thigh in unconscious thrusts. you let him grind against you for a moment, feeling how hard he is, but then you guide his head with a gentle hand on the back of his neck.

seungmin kisses down your throat, across your collarbones, until he reaches the swell of your breasts. his fingers fumble with the bra before he finally opens it and then takes it off of you. he stares at you, his breathing ragged as his eyes stay on your nipples. he leans in and closes his mouth around one, sucking gently and shyly at first, then harder when you sigh and arch into him. his tongue flicks over it and you move your fingers to his hair, holding him there against you.

“that’s it”, you say, the praise warm in your voice, “suck a little harder- yes, just like that”

he moans around your nipple and then moves to the other breast, licking and sucking until both of your nipples are shiny and swollen, as he is completely lost in the taste of you. he moves lower, kissing a trail down your stomach and pressing his lips just above the waistband of your panties. the wet patch has grown and he stares at it before he lowers his head and kisses right over the soaked lace. the heat of his mouth makes you gasp and he does it again, open-mouthed this time, sucking the fabric and the slick underneath.

your hips jerk up and he groans, pressing his face harder against you, licking broad stripes over the lace until it’s completely drenched. 

“fuck, minnie”, you say, your fingers tightening in his hair, “that feels so good. keep going”

he sucks harder then, his tongue pressing the fabric into your folds, and you can feel every desperate noise he makes, every single move of his body against the bed. your thighs tremble around his head and he keep licking and sucking until the lace is dripping. he looks at you and when you nod your head, he hooks his fingers into the waistband and drags the panties down your legs with your help and the moment they’re off, he dives back in, his mouth sealing over your bare cunt now.

“f-fuck… seungmin”

his tongue is hot and eager, licking from your entrance up to your clit before circling there. you moan loud and unrestrained, your hips rolling against his face as he sucks your clit between his lips.

“such a good boy for me- yes, just like that. fuck… your mouth feels amazing”, you say.

seungmin whines against you, your words making him go crazy. he licks lower, pushing his tongue inside you, fucking you with it before returning to your clit, making you scream louder than before. one of his hands slides up your thigh and you feel two fingers press against your entrance. he hesitates at first but then he slides them inside you, stretching you open while his mouth keeps working your clit.

“don’t stop”, you gasp, your back arching off the bed, “i’m gonna come- seungmin, i’m gonna come on your tongue”

he moans desperately and sucks harder, his fingers curling until you finally shatter, your thighs shaking around his head as you ride his mouth through your orgasm. he doesn’t pull away, he licks you through it until you finally go limp, panting.

when you open your eyes, you look at him and find him still between your legs, his face shiny with your juices. but there’s something uneasy in his expression and you reach down and stroke his cheek.

“hey… what’s wrong?”, you ask him softly.

he looks at you shyly, then looks away, his cheeks burning. he moves a bit then and glances down at his own lap. you follow his gaze and you see the front of his grey sweatpants completely dark and soaked, a large wet patch spreading across the fabric. he came untouched, just from eating you out. you feel yourself clench again at the sight, fresh arousal dripping down your thigh. 

“that’s so fucking hot”, you tell him, your voice completely honest and sincere, “you came just from making me come? oh god, seungmin… come here”, you say as you reach for him.

he obeys you instantly, crawling up your body until his face is level with yours. you pull him into a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue, and he moans into your mouth. your hands slide down his back, feeling the way he trembles under your touch, and you kiss him again, slower this time, letting him feel how much you want him. 

your tongues slide together, wet and hungry, both of you breathing hard. you can feel him already getting hard again against your thigh, the sticky mess in his clothes pressing against your skin. you moan into the kiss and he answers with a shaky whimper, completely lost in you.

your hand slips down between your bodies, sliding straight under the waistband of his sweatpants and into his boxers. the moment your fingers wrap around his cock, still sticky from his earlier orgasm, seungmin whines into your mouth, the sound high and needy. his hips jerk forward instinctively, pushing his cock into your palm as if he can’t help himself. you stroke him slowly at first, feeling how he gets hard again, the precum already beading at the tip one more time.

“y/n…”, he moans against your mouth.

“shh, it’s okay”, you murmur, “you’re such a good student, minnie. but i need to see what else you learnt from watching me”

you pump his cock with a firm rhythm, your thumb circling the sensitive tip on every stroke. his breath stutters and his forehead presses against yours as his hips roll into your hand chasing the friction.

you tug at his sweatpants with your free hand, “help me”

he scrambles to obey, lifting his hips so you can shove both his sweatpants and his boxers down his thighs. he kicks them off the rest of the way, leaving him completely naked now. the moment he’s free, he crawls over you again, settling between your spread legs and his cock, flushed and leaking, brushed against your inner thigh. he looks at you with wide and bright eyes, completely under your control, letting you do whatever you want with him.

you reach down and wrap your fingers around his cock again, guiding the tip to your entrance. 

“you ready?”, you ask him, your eyes locked on his.

seungmin just nods, desperate for you, and then he crashes his mouth back onto yours as you line him up. he pushes forward slowly, a bit unsure but so desperate and needy for you that he doesn’t care. a broken moan escapes him and he trembles above you, his arms shaking as he sinks deeper slowly. 

“you feel so good already, minnie. that’s it, take your time. you’re doing so well, my good boy”

he bottoms out with a shaky gasp, buried to the hilt inside you. his forehead drops to your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath, as he tries to stop himself from coming again already. you clench around him and he whimpers, his hips twitching. 

“y-y/n”, he says, his voice trembling.

“come on”, you whisper, nipping at his ear, “show me how much you learnt”

seungmin starts with slow and careful thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. each drag of his cock against your walls makes you moan and you encourage him with kisses and bites on his skin.

“harder. yes, just like that”, you say.

his pace gradually picks up, his hips snapping forward with growing confidence.

“f-fuck… you’re so tight”, he says, his voice breaking, “you feel so good”

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, “don’t stop. fuck me harder seungmin, i wanna feel you”

he starts moving faster, the bed creaking beneath you. your hands roam his back, your nails dragging down his spine as he fucks you with increasing urgency. both of you are loud now, your cries mixing with his broken moans and desperate grunts. when he’s right on the edge, his hand slides between your bodies until his fingers find your clit and he rubs it the way he watched you do on the livestreams.

your orgasm crashes through you without warning then, making you cry out his name as your walls pulse around his cock. the tight squeeze pushes seungmin over too and you come together, both of you screaming and groaning as you break at the same time.

you both tremble together as you come down from your climaxes, breathing hard. he lies on top of you and you turn your head just enough to kiss him slowly, and when you pull back, a teasing smile curves your mouth.

“so… you couldn’t stop watching my videos, huh?”

his face burns and he tries to hide against your neck, but you just laugh softly and stroke his hair.

“congratulations on ruining my life”, he mumbles against your skin.

you laugh louder this time and move his head just enough to kiss him again.

“you’ve ruined me too, you know”, you say, before you lean in and peck his lips again, “but the good thing is that there’s still so much more i can teach you”, you say, pressing a kiss to his temple this time, “and i’m happy to, whenever you want”

he lifts his head, his eyes soft and shining, and he smiles before leaning in to kiss you again, slow and sweet, the perfect ending to his…

research.

a/n: our sweet puppy’s part is up!! again thank you all soooo much for all your love and support, i’m so happy you all love this series as much as i do 🩷 i hope you’re ready for what’s next: our sunshine brownie boy 😏

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[hyunienohanashi]

── .✦ spin the bottle.

⟢ pairing: kim seungmin x reader

⟢ genre: friends to lovers, slight angst, fluff, college au

⟢ word count: 3.1k

⟢ summary: getting to kiss your crush during a spin the bottle round sounded like a dream. when your crush just so happened to be your best friend, however? things could maybe get a little bit complicated…

⟢ author’s note: i couldn’t come up with any proper title for this story so this one will have to do. cliché. straight to the point. anyway, this was a request from this prompt list and i had a lot of fun writing it! i hope you enjoy it<3

In all the years that you and Seungmin had been friends, there had not once been an awkward moment between the two of you.

Being with each other was like breathing—natural, easy. You didn’t have to think of what topic to bring up in order to keep the conversation going, because just seeing one another was enough for your words to flow freely. And, even then, you didn’t need to talk in order to fill the silence at all, because even if silence took over, it was always a rather comfortable one that could never turn awkward between you and him.

Until that night.

You knew nothing good could come from playing spin the bottle when your crush was sitting right there next to you. Even worse, when said crush of yours sitting right there just so happened to be your best friend.

You had turned it down immediately, actually. The moment one of your friends brought the idea up, you were fast to shake your head in disagreement—not even dreaming of playing and either getting to kiss Seungmin and put your friendship at risk, or possibly seeing him kiss someone else right in front of you.

But then you looked next to you, to your quite eager best friend already standing up to join the circle being formed by everyone else sitting down on the floor, and suddenly the image of him kissing someone else weighted more than the one of you ruining your friendship, and before you could give it a second thought, your legs were already pulling you up and dragging you towards the rest of the group.

Seungmin looked up to you as you came closer to him, only to furrow his eyebrows in confusion when you walked past him and sat diagonally to where he was, instead of next to him like he had expected you to. Tilting his head, you didn’t need him to say anything for you to understand what he was asking you. And you simply shook your head, giving him a soft, closed-mouth smile in reply—silently telling him not to sweat it.

You, on the other hand, were sweating it.

Three rounds in, and with two out of three pairings having made out in front of the entire room—one of them having stuck to taking the penalty shot—you felt your stomach twist as soon as the bottle was spinned once again and you watched the bottom of it land on Seungmin, while its top roughly missed you by one person.

Petrified, and as if you had rehearsed it, both you and him followed the tip of the bottle towards the girl sitting down next to you like you were in a horror movie.

A part of you wanted to stand up and leave. Another wanted to just shove her out of the way so you could take her place. The most desperate one, the one that could not imagine a world where Kim Seungmin kissed someone else who wasn’t you, wanted to go over to your best friend, grab him by the collar of his white t-shirt, and bring his mouth up to yours.

The simple thought of him kissing someone else was killing you from the inside, and you would be damned if you didn’t do something about it while you still could.

Your body, however, did nothing. As pathetic as it was, you just sat there, frozen—waiting for them to kiss right then and there, in front of your very own desolate eyes.

Nevertheless, although you couldn’t physically bring yourself to do something about it, Seungmin could.

Without a single word, and having thrown a quick glance your way, he reached for one of the shots that had already been poured with liquor for those who chose to pass from having to kiss the person they’d gotten—downing it all in one go, and leaving you to wonder why he had wanted to play this game in the first place if he wasn’t willing to kiss whoever the bottle landed on.

His eyes locked with yours once more, and although your heart felt at ease over him having refused to kiss another girl—whose face you couldn’t bring yourself to look at after the rejection she had gone through, as you could only guess she felt a bit bummed—you couldn’t push away the anxious thoughts filling your head.

Was he planning to kiss someone in particular that night? Was his heart already taken and you didn’t know? Or was he simply playing for the sake of taking as many shots as he could in order to get drunk?

Whatever the answer was, you should’ve known better than to keep playing after the whirlwind your heart had just gone through. You should’ve gotten up and quit playing at that very moment. Maybe then the bottle wouldn’t have landed on you and Seungmin two rounds later.

Maybe then, Seungmin would’ve taken another shot in order to avoid kissing someone else once again, unlike when he realised it was you the bottle was pointing at. He didn’t even look at the shots laid in front this time—his chocolate eyes carefully staring at you instead, waiting to see what your move was before he could make his.

Maybe then, you wouldn’t have ended up kissing your best friend that night and putting your entire friendship on the line.

Because now, as the two of you left the party earlier than you had initially intended to, and the awkward silence took over your walk home for the first time in the entire length of your friendship, you couldn’t help but regret what happened altogether.

He was your best friend, your favourite person in the world.

He was your rock, the one you ran to every single time no matter what.

He was the one person you couldn’t lose, and now you might be just about to, for you knew your friendship would not be the same from now on. It couldn’t be, not after you had chosen not to take that shot and saw the brightest yet shiest of smiles you’d ever seen on him. Not after he had crawled over to you and cupped your face like you were the most precious person on Earth, and he kissed you like you were the only two people in the world.

After kissing him back the way you had, bringing him closer to you by placing your hand on his nape and pulling him into one last kiss just as he was beginning to pull back, you were well aware that your friendship would never go back to the way it was.

As neither of you dared to say anything, regardless of how desperate you were to cut the overwhelming tension that had been following you ever since you pulled away from that kiss and came down from the high that had been to feel his lips on yours, a cold breeze of air got you hugging yourself and rubbing your naked arms in hopes to bring some heat to your body—only getting to dwell on the fact that you had not brought a jacket for a few seconds before you felt the soft fabric of Seungmin’s zip-up hoodie on your shoulders.

Unlike any other time when you would feel butterflies flying around your stomach over such a loving act of his, now you could only feel your stomach twist in anxiety.

“Seungmin…” your voice came out weaker than you intended, finally breaking the silence as you slid the hoodie down your arms before you could hand it back to him. “No…”

He frowned in confusion, staring down at the black piece of clothing you were offering back. “No, what?”

“We shouldn’t…”

“We shouldn’t, what?” He pushed you to say it.

You sighed, motioning for him to take the hoodie from your hands once more as you struggled to find the right words. “We already crossed the line earlier tonight… this would be, like, for us to keep crossing it…”

If you thought his eyebrows couldn’t furrow any closer together, you were wrong. Still, he finally—and reluctantly—grabbed his hoodie before he could reply. “We already crossed it, though… Why would this make any difference?”

“Because,” you frustratedly began, throwing your head slightly back. “Things wouldn’t go back to being the same”.

“Well, they won’t be the same, Y/N…” he carefully pointed out. “We kissed”.

You closed your eyes at that last statement, unable to stop the memories of his soft lips moving against yours from replaying in your head.

“It was spin the bottle, we had to…” you tried to minimize it, looking down to your feet.

“No, we didn't have to,” he denied in a heartbeat, taking a step closer to you. “We had a choice. I took the shot of soju when the bottle landed on that one other girl before you”.

“Why didn’t you take it when it landed on me, then?” Your unsure words abandoned your mouth before you could stop them.

Seungmin let out what seemed like a mixture of a scoff and an incredulous laugh, as if you had just asked him the most ridiculous thing in the world, and you felt your breath get caught in your throat when he came closer to you.

“I think you know very well why I didn’t, Y/N…” his voice was determined yet soft as ever, cupping your face just like he had done earlier that night, as he looked for your eyes. “Why didn’t you?”

You shook your head no, freeing yourself from his grasp and taking a step back from him, as you wished you could just vanish and never have to go through that talk at all.

But he was right in front of you, looking at you in such a hurt yet hopeful manner that made a part of you—the one attached to your heart, you could tell—want to risk it all.

Although he was your best friend and you didn’t want things to change, you had feelings for him, and that alone wasn’t an easy detail to ignore—let alone when he was right there, openly letting you know he felt the same for you.

“We should get back to our dorms,” you settled for a change of topic, turning around to resume your walk. “We’re only halfway there”.

“Don’t…” he let out a heavy sigh, standing in his place and watching you get further away from him, before he composed himself and sped up towards you. “We’re not done talking, Y/N”.

“There’s no need for us to talk about it”.

“Yes, we need to talk about it,” he finally caught up to you, blocking your way by standing right in front of you. “We need to talk about it because I need you to tell me it meant something to you, too”.

You looked away from him to the dark sky, and then down to your fidgeting hands. If you looked at him and those puppy eyes you loved so much, you knew you would only cave in.

“It’s not that simple…” you whispered.

“It is that simple, Y/N” he disagreed. “We kissed. We chose not to take that shot. It has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

“It was just a silly game we played at a college party” you helplessly tried to take importance away from it once again. “We were drunk, it didn’t mean—”

“I wasn’t drunk,” he cut you off immediately, refusing to let you finish that sentence. “I wasn’t drunk, and I know for a fact that neither were you, so don’t you try and blame this on the alcohol. You don’t get to kiss me and pretend it meant nothing”.

“You’re the one who kissed me, though…” you found yourself once again avoiding his eyes when you felt him tense up.

“And you kissed me back, didn’t you?” Seungmin reminded you, managing to bring your eyes back to lock with his unwavering ones. “You could’ve taken that shot of soju if you didn’t want to kiss me so bad, why didn’t you?” He asked again.

You bit your lip, looking down to your feet as you realised you wouldn’t be able to avoid his question forever—not when he knew you like the back of his hand. “I didn’t want to take it…”

Although you were not looking at him, you could feel his lips parting into a smile.

“Why are we even having this argument if we both feel the same, then?” He wondered out loud, and you couldn’t help the corners of your lips from curving up.

No matter how hard you tried to fight it, and no matter how scared you were of the future that awaited for the two of you now that everything was out in the open, knowing that he, too, had feelings for you, made your heart feel like jumping out of your chest in pure, raw happiness.

“You’re my best friend, Min” you reminded him, as well as yourself. “Even if we do have feelings for each other, things could get so complicated and I… I just, I can’t lose you”.

Seungmin smiled softly—his gentle hands holding both sides of your face before he leaned in just enough for his nose to rub on yours.

“You won’t lose me” he affirmed—his hot breath tickling your mouth. “Come on now. We’ve been friends since fucking fifth grade, if we were to split up at some point, we would’ve done it by now”.

“Romantic relationships are very different from a simple friendship, though…”

“I know…” he nodded. “I’m not saying things won’t change, because they will. But it’s us we’re talking about, I don’t have a single doubt that we will work out. We just make sense, Y/N. It’s always been us two” his determined, genuine words, were enough to put all your troubles at ease. “And I don’t know about you, but I would rather risk it all with you than to just let this go for the sake of our friendship and then have you fall for someone else later on. I personally wouldn’t be able to take it, and our friendship would be ruined anyway because I would have to pull away in order to get over you”.

You let out a weak, brittle laugh, that had him questioningly tilting his head.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” you denied with a light shake of your head, choosing not to keep what was going through your head this time. “I would just probably die of a heartbreak if you ever fell for someone else. I almost did when I thought you were kissing that one girl tonight”.

This time, Seungmin laughed as well—wholeheartedly. Tightening his hold on your face, he leaned in even closer, causing goosebumps to show on your skin when his mouth brushed over yours.

“Can we just give us a try then?” He asked, locking his hopeful eyes with yours. “Not like I would’ve kissed her to begin with, or like I would fall for anyone else given how head over heels I am for you, but I don’t want you to die”.

You felt your chest fill up with nothing but love, admiring the playful pout he had formed on his bottom lip, and having to let out another laugh in order to get out all the bliss you were feeling right then under his touch.

“You’re a dork” you said lovingly, feeling your own eyes softening before you pulled him into a kiss that he didn’t wait to return.

This one was slower than the first—the two of you taking your sweet time to learn and remember every corner of each other’s mouth, as not a single hurry came from the isolated street and the dim lights illuminating it.

Somehow, right then, as he tenderly let you know how much you meant to him without uttering a word, all your previous worries didn’t seem so big anymore—if anything, they felt tiny as ever.

He was right, after all. The two of you made sense. You always had.

The hotness of his mouth and the warmth of his body could almost make you ignore the wind blowing against your back, but the unintended shiver that shook your body was enough for him to slowly withdraw his swollen lips from yours.

“Will you accept my hoodie now that we very clearly crossed the line?” He mumbled teasingly.

A small giggle escaped your mouth, and you found yourself nodding in defeat.

Not really pulling away from him, you let him put the black hoodie he had been holding this whole time on you—eyes carefully following his hands down to the hem of it, and watching them come closer to your face as he zipped it all the way up to your neck.

“Better?” He asked, just as his hands loosely found their way around your waist once again and he leaned in to rest his forehead on yours.

“Mhm…” you softly hummed against his mouth. “I do have one question, though”.

“Hm?” He hummed back, leaning in to steal one more kiss—and with that, another breathy laugh, as you decided you could get used to it—from your lips.

“Why did you want to play that stupid game if you didn’t want to kiss anyone but me?”

He shrugged, tenderly running his hands down your now covered arms. “I just hoped the odds would be in my favour somehow and I’d get to kiss you tonight”.

“I almost didn’t play, you know?” You brought up with a sly smile, much to his surprise. “I didn’t want to”.

“Why did you, then?”

You shrugged as well, fixing your eyes on the collar of his t-shirt. “I saw you were playing and I just went over there before I could realise”.

He smiled brightly, pulling you in by your waist and having you naturally place your palms on his chest. “You’re so whipped for me”.

You rolled your eyes at his cocky ways. “Says the one who was hoping for the odds to play in his favour”.

“And they did, didn’t they?” He smirked triumphantly. “You even sat across from me so it could work for us and all”.

Biting your tongue as you once again accepted defeat, you turned your head to the side, not to let him notice the burning heat in your cheeks and to see the smile that was already curving up your mouth. “I’ll have you know I’m never following you into that game ever again”.

“Oh, I’m not playing it ever again anyway,” he declared nonchalantly, making you turn your face to him by placing two fingers on your chin, and not waiting another second to look for your lips, as he didn’t seem to get enough of you. “I already got the girl I wanted, you’re the only one I’m kissing from now on”.

[yoursinmoss]

Can I please request prompt number three with Seungmin? 💖 thanks!

There’s a first time for everything

incubus!Seungmin × afab!Reader genre: smut, mature warning(s): inexperienced reader, if you squint hard enough there is plot, piv (wrap it before you tap it), barely any plot, no editors/beta readers, i'm shy about me writing nsfw, dom!Seugmin, oral(both recieving), cum play, degradation and praise kink, someone get yn some water, overstimmulated, reader unconsious for a little bit,even tho Seugmin is a sex demon he cares, i might go to hell:) wc: 4,725 divider(s): @cursed-carmine editor: @shipwithnocaptain an: would like to clarify: reader is a university student, i didn't know where or how to put it into the fic! part of the number request thingy, hope you like it anon!

main masterlist ║ request something ║ number game

Ever since your late high school days, you wanted to know what it would be like to have sex, and to try out all your fantasies, spending hours reading smut, watching porn. You wouldn't say you were a nymphomaniac, but you did assume you have a high sex drive. Sadly no men (or women) grabbed your attention enough to try to sleep with them, so here you are in your twenties, being desperate.

Your friends made fun of you a lot for it, but nothing too crazy, they even dared you to read something aloud, supposing it would help you with your sexual desires… of course none of you really believed it, but as most teens and young adults would on a sleep over you're inclined to do some stupid shit, so you read it all out to your best ability even though you don't speak Latin. You all quietly waited for something to happen, but nothing did. You went back to your truth or dares for the night and your every day life.

You completely forgot about it until tonight; you just got out of the shower, ready to go to bed, when you start to feel off. Can't quite explain why or how you feel other than that, so you try your best to ignore it, and go to bed. You wake up at three am, drenched in sweat, panting and feeling like your body is burning up, and as you're about to get up to open the window you realise you aren't alone in your room. You're about to scream when the human looking creature closed the distance between the two of you, and put his hand on your mouth leaning in your ear. "Now now, I prefer if you scream my name when I make you cum" you know it was absurd but his words have an effect on you that you don't quite understand, feeling heat pooling between your legs. After he feels like you won't scream he lets go of your mouth and you feel a wave of bravery and brattyness come over you, "Now how do you want me to scream your name if I don't even know it?" He grabs your face and forces you to look at him straight on, "You can call me Seungmin." After a little struggle, he loosens his grip enough that you can take a good look at him. "Who are you?How did you get in here?" It takes nearly all your will power to not let your urges control you and jump on him. "Wow, you invite me here to spend the night with you, and you don't even remember it, how heartless can you be?" Your look of confusion makes him smirk as he leans into your neck, to leave marks on it for your future self. You can't help but moan "Wa-wait… when..?" You don't finish your question as the events from earlier replay in your head. The stupid book. "O-oh." You don't really have time to continue this barely two-sided conversation as he shuts you up by kissing you. You have had a few drunken make out sessions here or there, but nothing like this. At first its slow, sensual like he's waiting for your brain to catch up, and once you start kissing him back finally, you become desperate for more, kissing him deeper. All your racing thoughts and worries stop, and your brain goes quiet except the feeling of the warmth pooling between your legs. It's like you're under some kind of spell. "Wa-wait, what… what is happening to me?" your voice is tight and keening with want. He scoffs as he picks you up; without any thought you wrap your legs around him, feeling his hard shaft just at the right spot, but it still isn't enough, you need more. Without a thought you start grinding on him, leaving a small wet spot through your flimsy pajama shorts. "Incubi have a special saliva, and a coating on our skin…" he takes a pause to look at you and your desperate movements, with your already fucked out face, ".. that works like an aphradosiac, so the more you kiss or touch me, the more desperate you become." He doesn't move an inch, just watching you and your hopelessness.

You wonder how or why he doesn't seem affected, but don't ask, since that thought goes away as fast as it comes, and you go back to finding pleasure in humping him through your clothes until Seungmin puts you down. "Okay, puppy, I need you to undress for me." Like being cast under a spell you take off your pjs, and shiver from the air hitting your overheating body. "Mmm, what a good, eager cockwhore you are." you whimper at the sudden compliment. He leans down to kiss you, while helping you on the bed. Kissing his way down your body, taking time on your boobs, playing and sucking on your nipples. His saliva intensifying the sensation, making you arch your back, trying to hold back your moans. He stops what he's doing and faster than you can react he squeezes your neck. "You will have to let your voice be heard little human, or I'll leave you here like this" You try to protest which earns a harder squeeze which goes straight to your core, letting out all what you tried to keep inside. "Good toy. Do as I say, and you will be rewarded." With that he goes back to your nipples. It feels like eternity; you don't know how long he's busy with your chest, all you know is that you can't stop moaning his name, your hands finding a way to his hair as the pleasure keeps going. "I-I'm so close.. I think I'm about to…" You can't even finish the sentence as he bites your nipple, which somehow pushes you to the edge, making you whimper incoherent sentences. Seungmin chuckles going up to peck your lips, "Hmm I knew my name would fit your lips well."

You can't even catch your breath as Min goes back down again, but this time, he stops between your legs, pulling apart your wet lips. "Oh how pink and beautiful. Can't wait to taste you, pup." The nickname makes you pulse, clenching around nothing, which makes the incubbus watch in amusement "So eager to be filled up, a true whore disguised as an innocent angel." Seungmin starts slow, taking his sweet time with teasing you, kissing your lower stomach and thighs, then makes his way to your wet folds, tasting every drop of you, sounding pleased with your taste. "So sweet, I could eat you out for eternity" the thought making you grunt. He starts sucking on your clit which makes you pull on his hair, pushing his face more into you. You feel something hard and long on his head, which makes you look at him, meeting his gorgeous brown eyes. "Hold onto that but be careful as it is sensitive" without missing a beat he pushes one digit into you, cursing under his breath. For him, the more he is working on you the more he is affected by it, which last happened about a decade ago. It's not like he hates humans, more like he looks down on them, thinking all of them are pathetic beings, and all he needs is their life source: pleasure, so he can stay alive. He finds it amusing to watch— their desperation for release and how easily they are roped into anything when it comes to their own satisfaction. But you feel different, the desperation on your part, but also corrupting your innocence day by day, hour by hour sounds too good, too sweet to refuse.

He adds another finger, stretching you out more, and he lifts your lower body up, and spits into your drenched hole. The effect is immediate, which makes you grip the base of his horns harder. "Seungmin, Min-nie please I can't take it" your voice hoarse by the constant noises that leave you. You feel like your mind can't focus on anything else, just him, and now his three fingers. Not like he's doing any better. He's desperate to fill you with his cock, ramming you until you don't want anything else just him, only him. You are now his property and will be until you die.

He pumped a couple more times until you come again, squirting all over his fingers and mouth while he diligently catches every last drop he can. You can't talk, nothing coherent forms in your brain other than his name, that leaves your mouth sounding like a prayer.

He lets go of you, to go and kiss you, still tasting yourself on his tongue, somehow making you even hungrier for what's next.

He then turns you sideways on the mattress to have your face hanging, and undresses himself as well. Looking at his abnormally girthy member, it makes you lick your lips wanting a taste. He grins, like he can read your thoughts "Don't worry pup, you get a taste. Open wide" and you do, as wide as you can, not sure if it will fit at all, but being more than ready to try.

He pushes his dick into your mouth, his breath hitching at the sensation of your warm mouth "Fuck, toy, just.. uh your mouth feels incredible," making you proud. You, being used and him finding you useful, like this is all you were made for: to be pleasured and to please.

As he eases more into your mouth and throat letting you adjust to him, he reaches into your nightstand, pulling out an inhumane dildo, a gag gift from one of your friends for your most recent birthday. As he pushes himself fully in your throat, he pushes the toy into your vagina making you cry out on his dick, grabbing onto his butt cheeks. "Ohh you like that don't you? Being filled with my cock and this silly little dildo of yours. How cute. What a pathetic pocket pussy you are." The degradation sends new waves of pleasure to your already dripping pussy. You are quite sure that while you are alive no one will satisfy you as much as him.

He starts to pick up the pace both with the fake monster dick and the one attached to him. It feels like his member keeps changing forms as his pleasure builds, somehow growing, reaching deeper in your throat. The room is filled with the sounds of your moans, his hissing and the filthy wet sound of the toy bottoming you out. "Ugh I'm so close, puppy" he takes his free hand and squeezes down on your neck just enough to intensify the pleasure ten fold. You blank out as you reach your peak, shaking so violently you think just him looking at you would make you cum at this point. In a bit his thrust become rigid and he releases his load deep inside your throat — suddenly you hear his explanation about his bodily fluids and how it affects the human body, and realise you are in for a long night.

He steps away to look at your fucked out state, the bedsheets ruined, the dildo laying between your legs, you clearly still suffering from the effect he has on you, while his cock is seemingly still painfully hard. Right then and there he decides to give you his mark, meaning you will be his lover, someone he can visit whenever and wherever as he pleases. "Minnie…" The demon looks down at you and chuckles, helping you up, giving you a surprisingly sweet kiss. You don't mind, its just surprising, but nice to see this side of him, but of course you on the other hand are still as desperate as you were at the start, so in a blink of an eye, you're back on the bed, Seungmin on top, not letting you breathe. Its too much. His scent, his mouth, everything he gives you morphs your brain into never wanting anyone or anything else but him. You feel his dick sliding up and down your wet folds, making you moan trying to thrust your hips. "Just because you act all desperate that doesn't mean you get my cock now, whore. You need to act well and be patient" and with that all he does is tease your hole with his erection making you squirm in anticipation. "Please…Min…Seungmin, I'll be patient," you beg but deep down you know it won't save you anymore. Out of nowhere he bottoms you out, making you scream his name from coming once again, you can't even count how many times this happened tonight, you're busy feeling so full you never want to feel otherwise.

He leans down to your ear, hands on your neck, thrusting balls deep into you at a fast pace. "What a good cocksleeve you are, I won't let you go ever, you will now belong to me." The thought of being his makes you pulse around his length. He picks up the pace at your words "Oh? do you like that? Me using you whenever and wherever I want you, filling you up..uh" Seungmins grunts become more frequent as he keeps hitting your spot. You feel your orgasm approaching, clawing at his back. You're so full with him, his smell, his hand tightening on your neck as he is ramming your pussy, his name leaving your lips repeatedly like a silent prayer, everything so quiet, yet so loud with the wet sounds mixing with both of your moans. "Let go, pup, cum for me" He squeezes your airways hard enough so that you can barely breathe and he kisses you, pushing you to the edge, and he soon follows, filling you up.

You stay there a little while, feeling him going limp inside you while you fight to stay conscious. Once Seugmin gets up he looks down and chuckles at your fucked out state. "Okay pup, time to take care of you." And he does; he helps you shower, puts new pjs on you then tucks you into bed. "I will be back for more later, don't worry" Then he disappears into thin air as you fall back asleep, hoping that all this wasn't just a dream.

Your friends made fun of you a lot for it, but nothing too crazy, they even dared you to read something aloud and it is supposed to help you with your sexual desires… of course neither of you really believed it, but as most teens and young adults on a sleep over you will do some stupid shit, so you read it all out to your best ability even tough you don't speak Latin. You all quietly waited for something to happen, but nothing did. You went back to your truth or dares for the night and your every day life.

You completely forgot about it until tonight; you just got out of the shower, being ready to go to bed, when you start to feel off. Can't quite explain why or how you feel other than that, so you try your best to ignore it, and go to bed. You woke up at three am, drenched in sweat, panting and feeling like your body is burning up, and as you were about to get up to open the window when you realised you aren't alone in your room. You were about to scream when the human looking creature closed the distance between the two of you, and put his hand on your mouth leaning in your ear. "Now now I prefer if you scream my name when I make you cum" you know it was absurd but his words had an effect on you that you didn't quite understood, just felt heat pooling between your legs after he felt like you won't scream let go of your mouth and you felt a wave of bravery and brattyness coming over you "Now how do you want me to scream your name if I don't even know?" He grabbed your face and forced to look him straight up "You can call me Seugmin." After a little struggle, he loosened his grip enough that you could take a good look on him. "Who are you?How did you get in here?" It took nearly all your will power to not let your ugres control you, and jump on him. "Wow, you invited me here to spend the night with you, and you don't even remember it, how heartless can you be?" The look of confusion made him smirk as he leaned to your neck, to leave marks on it for your future self. You couldn't help but moan "Wa-wait… when..?" You didn't finish your question as the events from earlier replayed in your head. The stupid book. "o-oh" You didn't really have time to continue this barely two sided conversation as he shut you up with kissing you. You had a few drunken make out sessions here or there, but it wasn't anything like this. At first it was slow, sensual like he waited for your brain to catch up, once you kissed him back, you became desperate for more, kissing him deeper. All your racing thoughts, and worries stopped, your brain went quiet except the feeling of the warmth pooling between your legs. It's like you were under some kind of spell. "Wa-wait, what… what is happening to me?" your voice was tight and keening with want. He scoffed as he picked you up; without any thougt you wraped you legs around him, feeling his hard shaft just at the right spot, but it wasn't enough, you needed more. Without a thought you started grinding on him, leaving a small wet spot from your flimsy pijama shorts. "Incubi has a special salvia, and a coating on our skin…" he took a pause to look at you and your desperate movements, with your already fucked out face. ".. that works like an aphradosiac, so the more you kiss or touch me, the more desperate you become." He doesn't move an inch, just watching you and your hopelessness.

You wondered how or why he didn't seem affected, but didn't ask, since that thought went away as fast as it came, and you went back to find pleasure in humping him trough your clothes until Seugmin put you down. "Okay, puppy, I need you to undress for me." Like under a spell you took down your pjs, and shivered from the air hitting your overheating body. "Mmm, what a good, eager cockwhore you are." you whimpered by the sudden compliment. He leaned down to kiss you, while helped you on the bed. He was kissing his way down on your body, taking time on your boobs, playing and sucking on your nipples. His saliva intensifying the sensation, making you arch your back, trying to hold back your moans. He stopped what he was doing and faster than you could react he squeezed your neck. "You will have to let your voice be heard little human, or I'll leave you here like this" You tried to protest which earned a harder squeeze which went straight to your core, letting out all what you tried to keep inside. "Good toy. Do as I say, and you will be rewarded." With that he went back to your nipples. It felt like eternity; you don't know how long he was busy with your chest, all you knew that you couldn't stop moaning his name, and finding a way to his hair as the pleasure kept on going. "I-I'm so close.. I think I'm about to…" You couldn't even finish the sentence as he bit your nipple, which somehow pushed you to the edge, making you whimper incoherent sentences. Seungmin chuckled going up to peck your lips "Hmm I knew my name would fit your lips well"

You couldn't even catch your breath as Min went down back again, but this time, he stopped between your legs, pulling apart your wet lips. "Oh how pink and beautiful. Can't wait to taste you, pup." The nickname made you pulse on air, which made the incubbus watch in amusement "so eager to be filled up, a true whore disguised as an innocent angel." Seugmin started slow, taking his sweet time with teasing you, kissing your lower stomach and thighs, then he made his way to your wet folds, tasting every drop of you, sounding pleased with your taste. "So sweet, I could eat you out until eternity" the thought made you grunt. He started sucking on your clit which made you pull on his hair, pushing his face more into you. You felt something hard and long on his head, which made you look at him and you met his gorgeous brown eyes. "Hold onto that but be careful as it is sensitive" without missing a beat he pushed one digit into you, cursing under his breath. The more he is working on you the more he is affected by it, which last happened about a decade ago. It's not like he hates humans, more like he looks down on them, thinking all of them are pathetic beings, and all he needs is their life source: pleasure, so he can stay alive. He finds it amusing to watch— their desperation for release and how easily they are roped into anything when it comes to their own satisfaction. But you felt different, it was desperation on your part, but corrupting your innocence day by day, hour by hour sounded too good, too sweet to say no to.

He added another finger, stretching you out more, he lifted your lower body up, and spit into your drenched hole. The effect was immidiate, which made you grip the base of his horns harder "Seungmin, Min-nie please I can't take it" your voice was hoarse by the constant noises that left you. You felt like your mind can't focus on anything else, just him, and now his three fingers. Not like he was doing any better. He was desperate to fill you with his cock ramming you until you don't want anything else just him, only him. You are now his property and will be until you die.

He pumped a couple more until you came again, squirting all over his finger and mouth while he diligently caught every last drop he could. You couldn't talk, nothing coherent formed in your brain other than his name, that left your mouth sounding like a prayer.

He let go of you, to go and kiss you, still tasting yourself on his tongue, somehow making you even hungrier for what's next.

He then turned you sideways on the mattress to have your face hanging, and undressed himself as well. Looking at his abnormally girthy member, made you lick your lips wanting a taste. He grinned, like he could read your thoughts "Don't worry pup, you get a taste. Open wide" and you did, as wide as you could, not being sure if it will fit at all, but being more than ready to try.

He pushed his dick into your mouth, his breath hitching at the sensation of your warm mouth "Fuck, toy, just.. uh your mouth feels incredible" this made you proud. You, being used and him finding you useful, like this is all you were made for: to be pleasured and to please.

As he eased more into your mouth and throat letting you adjust to him, he reached into your nightstand, pulling out an inhumane dildo, that was a gag gift from one of your friends for your most recent birthday. As he pushed him self fully in your throat, he pushed the toy into your vagina making you cry out on his dick, grabbing onto his butt cheeks. "Ohh you like that don't you? Being full with my cock and this silly little dildo of yours. How cute. What a pathetic pocket pussy you are" the degradation sent new waves of pleasure to your already dripping pussy. You are quite sure that until you are alive no one will satisfy you as this thing.

He started to pick up the pace both with the fake monster dick and the one attached to him. It felt like his member kept changing forms as his pleasure built, somehow it grew, reaching deeper in your throat. The room was filled with the sound of your moans, his hissing and with tbe filthy wet sound of the toy bottoming you out. "Ugh I'm so close, puppy" he took his free hand and squeezed down on your neck just enough to intensify the pleasure ten folds. You blanked out as you reached your peak, shaking violently you thought just him looking at you would make you cum at this point. In a bit his thrust became rigid and released his load deep inside your throat — suddenly you heard his explanation about his body fluids and how it affects the human body, and you realised you are in for a long night

He stepped away to look at your fucked out state, the bedsheets ruined, the dildo laying between your legs, you clearly still suffering from the effect he has on you, while his cock is seemingly still painfully hard. There and then he decided to give you his mark, meaning you will be his lover, someone he can visit whenever and wherever as he pleases. "Minnie…" The demon looked down at you and chuckled, helping you up, then gave you a surpisingly sweet kiss. You didn't mind, it was just surprising, but nice to see this side of him, but of course you on the other hand was still as desperate as you were at the start, so in a blink of an eye, you were back on the bed, Seungmin on top, not letting you breathe. It was too much. His scent, his mouth, everything he gives you morphs your brain into never wanting anyone or anything else but him. You feel his dick sliding up and down your wet folds, making you moan trying to thrust your hips "Just because you act all desperate that doesn't mean you get my cock now, whore. You need to act well and be patient" and with that all he did is tease your whole with his erection making you squirm in anticipation. "Please… Min..Seugmin I'll be patient." You begged but deep down you knew it wont save you anymore; then out of nowhere he bottomed you out having you scream his name from coming once again, you couldn't even count how many times this happened tonight, you were busy feeling so full you never want to feel otherwise.

He leaned down to your ear, hands on your neck, thrusting balls deep into you in a fast pace. "what a good cocksleeve you are. I won't let you go ever, you will now beling to me." The thought of being his made you pulse around his lenght. He picked up the paste "oh? do you like that? Me using you whenever wherever i want you, filling you up..uh" Seungmins grunts became more frequent as he kept hitting your spot. You felt your orgasm approaching, clawing at his back. You were so full with him, his smell his hand tightening on your neck as he is ramming your pussy, his name leaving your lips repeatedly like a silent prayer everything so quiet, yet so loud with the wet sounds mixing with both of your moans. "Let go, pup, Cum for me" He sqeezed your airways hard enough so you can barely breathe and he kissed you, pushing you to the edge, then he followed soon filling you up.

You stayed there a little, feeling him going limp inside you while you fought to stay concious. Once Seugmin got up he looked down and chuckled at your fucked out state. "Okay pup, time to take care of you." And he did; he helped you shower, put new pjs on you then tucked you to bed. "I will be back for more later, don't worry" Then he disappeared to thin air as you fell back asleep, hoping that this wasn't just a dream.

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Still Yours (Even If I Hate It)

Two months after a bitter breakup, Y/N and Seungmin are trapped in a toxic cycle of anger, jealousy, and unresolved feelings. What begins as another attempt to make each other jealous at a crowded house party quickly spirals into a heated confrontation behind closed doors. Beneath the resentment, sharp words, and constant power struggle lies a connection neither of them has truly been able to sever. But when the night ends differently than all the others, Y/N finally admits the truth she’s been trying to ignore: she doesn’t just miss the relationship—she misses him. Faced with genuine vulnerability for the first time since their breakup, Seungmin must decide whether there’s anything left to save or if some love stories are too broken to fix.

pairing: nonidolau!seungmin x blkfem!reader

genre: toxic exes

rating: smut, slight angst, profanity, mature 18+

warnings: p in v, no protection(don't do this), oral sex, (both receiving), degradation, “slut” is used a lot, reader is a brat, seungmin is lowkey mean here, hate sex, dom seungmin, (let me know if i missed anything pls!)

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୨୧ heyyy! i know it’s been a minute i had to find motivation to write again😭 i didn’t proofread this and i wrote it at 1am so pls bare with me💔 anyways pls enjoy and feel free to comment 🫶🏾

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you and seungmin broke up broke up 2 months ago. it was a pretty messy breakup that ended in a big argument. 2 weeks later, seungmin was back in your apartment, fucking you into your mattress. “this pussy missed me so fucking much, huh?” his hips were snapping into yours at a fast and sharp pace. he had your legs pushed on both sides of your head, hitting your spot deeper than ever. “mmgh f-fuck you.” you manage to choke out. he laughed, “already am s-slut.” eventually you both would finish and he’d leave without saying a word. this had been the usual routine for the past 2 months.

how you and your ex ended up at the same house party is anyone’s guess. you’re sitting on the couch with some guy whose name you don’t even care to remember. less than 10 feet away is seungmin… talking to some girl about who knows what. he catches your eyeline and sends you a sly smirk. he leans down to “hear” the girl better. you know he’s full of shit. you know he’s trying to make you jealous. but you refuse to let him win. you look back at the guy you’re with and abruptly straddle him, making the little dress you’re wearing ride up your thighs. giving seungmin an a1 shot of your ass. his fists clench and his body gets hot. you look back at him and slowly move your hips and throw your head back. he had never been more pissed off. sure since you guys broke up you’d stop at NOTHING to try and make each other jealous, but this is as far as you had taken it.

he moves quick and swift. his feet hitting against the grown hard and heavy. he reaches the couch and you turn around. “oh hi minnie!” you say sarcastically, “do you wanna meet my friend? he’s really ni-“ you’re cut off by him grabbing your arm and basically dragging you off the guys lap. he drags you all the way down the hallway until you reach a bedroom.

he opens the door the pushes you inside until your back meets the cold wall. his arms cage you in on both sides. “i hate you so fucking much. you know that? right?” “you come here in, wearing that short ass dress, straddling some losers lap, begging for my attention.” you laugh. “well let’s not act like you’re fucking innocent either.” “whispering in that girls ear. you practically had your lips on her neck!” “and plus, we aren’t even together so why do you care so much?” oh this?…this made him the maddest he’s ever been. he grabs you by the fabric of your dress and leans in closer..”you wanna say that again?” your heart is jumping out of your chest… but you love the trill. “i said… we aren’t fucking together anymore. so why is what i do and who i do any of your fucking business, huh?” in one swift motion, he grabs your neck and his lips crash onto yours. his hands are all over you. gripping you with so much hate and hunger at the same time. you know it’s toxic. you know you shouldn’t be doing this. you know how much he’s hurt you… but why does it feel so good? you mutter in between kisses, “i fucking hate you s-seungmin.” he smiles, “i know baby, i know.”

he pulls you away from the wall and pushes you onto the bed. he breaks the kiss and takes his shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the cold room. he takes his hands and squeezes your boobs through your tight dress. you whine and moan at the sudden contact. “look at you. falling apart and i haven’t even taken your clothes off yet… such a fucking slut.” this makes you clit throb harder than it should’ve. he rips your dress right down the middle and throws the fabric on the floor. the cold air instantly hits your nipples, hardening them. seungmin leans down and takes your right nipple into his mouth. swirling his tongue around the bud and sucking hard enough to leave marks. he takes the left one into his fingers and rolls them around. your back arches up at the sensation. “mmgh s-shit… slow down t-too much!” he doesn’t listen. he switches nipples and looks up at you. focusing on your expression. head thrown back, mouth open, arching into his touch. he lets your nipple go with a loud *pop* and sits up. he looks down at you condescendingly while he unbuckles his pants… pulling them down just enough to free his hard, aching cock. your mouth waters at the sight, eager for what’s to come.

he leans back over you, legs on either side of your body. “listen.” he says sternly. “you take everything i give you like the slut you are, understood?” you look up at him… crossing your arms and rolling your eyes.“as if i’d fucking listen to you.” he laughs, “i thought you’d say that.” the sudden change in demeanor scared and excited you all at once. he pumped his dick a few times before slamming his cock into your mouth without warning. “when i tell you to do something, you fucking do it,” pushing his full length all the way down your throat. the sudden action makes you choke, making him even harder. he doesn’t give you time to adjust to the pace. he grabs a fist full of your hair, hips snapping as hard as they can. “look at you. choking on my dick like the slut you are.” you feel tears form at your eyes from the brutal pace. “aww, poor baby can’t talk shit when her mouth is full of cock. i like you better like this. quiet and slutted out for me.” it was very messy. spit running down your face onto your chest. seungmin’s moans and the sound of you gagging filled the room. “mmm fuck you’re so fucking good. only good for sucking dick.” seungmin speeds up the pace. “fffffuckkkk.. im gonna cum.”with one more snap of his hips, you feel ropes of cum slide down your throat. seungmin pulls out and leans back on the bed. you wipe your mouth as best you can, not knowing what else he has planned.

after he catches his breath, he leans back up. “legs up. now.” you roll your eyes & slowly lift up your legs. he pulls your panties down. a wet string connecting to the fabric and your clit pull away. seungmin licks his lips at the sight. “so wet and i haven’t even fucked you yet.” your cheeks feel hot with embarrassment. “s-shut up.” he laughs. “you’re so cute when your being bratty.” he leans in, ”too bad i can’t fucking stand you.” he pushes two of his slender fingers into your cunt without warning. you scream out and arch your back off the mattress instantly. seungmin looks down at you. “so fucking annoying.” you reach up and grab at his arms. “a-are you gonna fuck me or w-waste my time?” his lips curve up into a sly smirk, “say no more.”

he pulls his fingers out suddenly. you whine at the lost of contact. he leans up and lines up his cock with your entrance. he rubs his tip up and down your folds, painfully slow. you buck your hips up, searching for any more friction. seungmin pulls away completely. “w-wait no stop!” you cry out. “you’re a big girl. use your words, and you might get what you want.” he wants you to beg. he likes having power over you. you don’t wanna do it because you hate him, but you’re so pent up and need a release. he brings his cock back to your entrance and continues rubbing it up and down ur folds. you moan and tears spill out your eyes from the knot forming in your stomach. “i can’t hear anything… that must mean you don’t wa-” “WAIT! fuck wait.. seungmin please. just fuck me already.” he looks down at you pouting(he doesn’t really care)… “aww baby well since you asked so nicely.. i guess i’ll fuck you.”

he leans down and kisses the tears off your cheeks. in one motion, seungmin pushes his dick inside of you. you arch your back and cry out loudly. “mmgh- fuck!!” he starts out at a brutal pace, hips snapping into yours as hard as he can. “fuck. do you see how fucking mad you make me? how fucking hard i am?” you couldn’t even from a response. tears poured from your eyes. tears of pleasure… tears of anger… “i hate you so fucking much.” he continue his pace. at this point , your eyes are blurry from how hard you’re crying. “please. mmgh- fuck don’t stop.” seungmin leans down and latches onto your neck, sucking and biting. marking you even tho you aren’t his. (or are you?) “this is my fucking pussy.” he growls. “mine.” “f-fuck you.” he grins against your neck. your vision goes white and it’s getting harder for you to breathe. “ah- fuck- i’m so close minnie!” seungmin sits up and leans his head back in pleasure. “ah- shit.. such a slutty fucking pussy.. taking me in so well.” the room is filled with wet slapping and moaning. seungmin tightens his grip on ur waist, “i’m gonna breed this tight pretty pussy.” he takes his thumb and rubs your clit. “cum on this dick baby.” you lift your hips up, meeting him in the middle. chasing your releases together. with one final stroke, you both cum together. seungmin collapses on top of you and your breathing syncs up. for a moment, neither of you move. you lay there catching your breath, holding each other…. for a little TOO long…

seungmin leans up and pulls out suddenly, cum spilling from your cunt, leaving you feeling empty. he walks to the bathroom and comes back with a warm towel. he wipes in between your legs and wipes the spit that was on your chest and face. he was being.. nicer than usual? usually he was up and out of the room before you had even caught your breath. he sits you up and puts you under the covers. he doesn’t say a word and heads for the bedroom door. you start feeling sad… but why? this wasn’t your first rodeo… you had broken up a while ago and you were over it… right? before he could open the door, you sit up from the bed. “seungmin… wait!” he stops in his tracks and looks back. “what y/n? am i leaving something behind?” he says in his usual cocky, condescending tone. yes, he’s leaving you behind. your relationship, what could’ve been. “uh no i just… well i-…. can you stay.. please?” he had a puzzled look on his face. he laughed. “are you being serious?” you could feel tears forming at your eyes. “y-yes. i need you right now.” once he saw how vulnerable and serious you were, his eyes softened a bit. he walked over to you and sat next to you. on the bed. “y/n… what is it?” you didn’t know why you suddenly felt like this. why tonight’s hookup left you feeling different than usual… “i think…. i think i miss you…”

[yoursinmoss]

Can I please request prompt number three with Seungmin? 💖 thanks!

There’s a first time for everything

incubus!Seungmin × afab!Reader genre: smut, mature warning(s): inexperienced reader, if you squint hard enough there is plot, piv (wrap it before you tap it), barely any plot, no editors/beta readers, i'm shy about me writing nsfw, dom!Seugmin, oral(both recieving), cum play, degradation and praise kink, someone get yn some water, overstimmulated, reader unconsious for a little bit,even tho Seugmin is a sex demon he cares, i might go to hell:) wc: 4,725 divider(s): @cursed-carmine editor: @shipwithnocaptain an: would like to clarify: reader is a university student, i didn't know where or how to put it into the fic! part of the number request thingy, hope you like it anon!

main masterlist ║ request something ║ number game

Ever since your late high school days, you wanted to know what it would be like to have sex, and to try out all your fantasies, spending hours reading smut, watching porn. You wouldn't say you were a nymphomaniac, but you did assume you have a high sex drive. Sadly no men (or women) grabbed your attention enough to try to sleep with them, so here you are in your twenties, being desperate.

Your friends made fun of you a lot for it, but nothing too crazy, they even dared you to read something aloud, supposing it would help you with your sexual desires… of course none of you really believed it, but as most teens and young adults would on a sleep over you're inclined to do some stupid shit, so you read it all out to your best ability even though you don't speak Latin. You all quietly waited for something to happen, but nothing did. You went back to your truth or dares for the night and your every day life.

You completely forgot about it until tonight; you just got out of the shower, ready to go to bed, when you start to feel off. Can't quite explain why or how you feel other than that, so you try your best to ignore it, and go to bed. You wake up at three am, drenched in sweat, panting and feeling like your body is burning up, and as you're about to get up to open the window you realise you aren't alone in your room. You're about to scream when the human looking creature closed the distance between the two of you, and put his hand on your mouth leaning in your ear. "Now now, I prefer if you scream my name when I make you cum" you know it was absurd but his words have an effect on you that you don't quite understand, feeling heat pooling between your legs. After he feels like you won't scream he lets go of your mouth and you feel a wave of bravery and brattyness come over you, "Now how do you want me to scream your name if I don't even know it?" He grabs your face and forces you to look at him straight on, "You can call me Seungmin." After a little struggle, he loosens his grip enough that you can take a good look at him. "Who are you?How did you get in here?" It takes nearly all your will power to not let your urges control you and jump on him. "Wow, you invite me here to spend the night with you, and you don't even remember it, how heartless can you be?" Your look of confusion makes him smirk as he leans into your neck, to leave marks on it for your future self. You can't help but moan "Wa-wait… when..?" You don't finish your question as the events from earlier replay in your head. The stupid book. "O-oh." You don't really have time to continue this barely two-sided conversation as he shuts you up by kissing you. You have had a few drunken make out sessions here or there, but nothing like this. At first its slow, sensual like he's waiting for your brain to catch up, and once you start kissing him back finally, you become desperate for more, kissing him deeper. All your racing thoughts and worries stop, and your brain goes quiet except the feeling of the warmth pooling between your legs. It's like you're under some kind of spell. "Wa-wait, what… what is happening to me?" your voice is tight and keening with want. He scoffs as he picks you up; without any thought you wrap your legs around him, feeling his hard shaft just at the right spot, but it still isn't enough, you need more. Without a thought you start grinding on him, leaving a small wet spot through your flimsy pajama shorts. "Incubi have a special saliva, and a coating on our skin…" he takes a pause to look at you and your desperate movements, with your already fucked out face, ".. that works like an aphradosiac, so the more you kiss or touch me, the more desperate you become." He doesn't move an inch, just watching you and your hopelessness.

You wonder how or why he doesn't seem affected, but don't ask, since that thought goes away as fast as it comes, and you go back to finding pleasure in humping him through your clothes until Seungmin puts you down. "Okay, puppy, I need you to undress for me." Like being cast under a spell you take off your pjs, and shiver from the air hitting your overheating body. "Mmm, what a good, eager cockwhore you are." you whimper at the sudden compliment. He leans down to kiss you, while helping you on the bed. Kissing his way down your body, taking time on your boobs, playing and sucking on your nipples. His saliva intensifying the sensation, making you arch your back, trying to hold back your moans. He stops what he's doing and faster than you can react he squeezes your neck. "You will have to let your voice be heard little human, or I'll leave you here like this" You try to protest which earns a harder squeeze which goes straight to your core, letting out all what you tried to keep inside. "Good toy. Do as I say, and you will be rewarded." With that he goes back to your nipples. It feels like eternity; you don't know how long he's busy with your chest, all you know is that you can't stop moaning his name, your hands finding a way to his hair as the pleasure keeps going. "I-I'm so close.. I think I'm about to…" You can't even finish the sentence as he bites your nipple, which somehow pushes you to the edge, making you whimper incoherent sentences. Seungmin chuckles going up to peck your lips, "Hmm I knew my name would fit your lips well."

You can't even catch your breath as Min goes back down again, but this time, he stops between your legs, pulling apart your wet lips. "Oh how pink and beautiful. Can't wait to taste you, pup." The nickname makes you pulse, clenching around nothing, which makes the incubbus watch in amusement "So eager to be filled up, a true whore disguised as an innocent angel." Seungmin starts slow, taking his sweet time with teasing you, kissing your lower stomach and thighs, then makes his way to your wet folds, tasting every drop of you, sounding pleased with your taste. "So sweet, I could eat you out for eternity" the thought making you grunt. He starts sucking on your clit which makes you pull on his hair, pushing his face more into you. You feel something hard and long on his head, which makes you look at him, meeting his gorgeous brown eyes. "Hold onto that but be careful as it is sensitive" without missing a beat he pushes one digit into you, cursing under his breath. For him, the more he is working on you the more he is affected by it, which last happened about a decade ago. It's not like he hates humans, more like he looks down on them, thinking all of them are pathetic beings, and all he needs is their life source: pleasure, so he can stay alive. He finds it amusing to watch— their desperation for release and how easily they are roped into anything when it comes to their own satisfaction. But you feel different, the desperation on your part, but also corrupting your innocence day by day, hour by hour sounds too good, too sweet to refuse.

He adds another finger, stretching you out more, and he lifts your lower body up, and spits into your drenched hole. The effect is immediate, which makes you grip the base of his horns harder. "Seungmin, Min-nie please I can't take it" your voice hoarse by the constant noises that leave you. You feel like your mind can't focus on anything else, just him, and now his three fingers. Not like he's doing any better. He's desperate to fill you with his cock, ramming you until you don't want anything else just him, only him. You are now his property and will be until you die.

He pumped a couple more times until you come again, squirting all over his fingers and mouth while he diligently catches every last drop he can. You can't talk, nothing coherent forms in your brain other than his name, that leaves your mouth sounding like a prayer.

He lets go of you, to go and kiss you, still tasting yourself on his tongue, somehow making you even hungrier for what's next.

He then turns you sideways on the mattress to have your face hanging, and undresses himself as well. Looking at his abnormally girthy member, it makes you lick your lips wanting a taste. He grins, like he can read your thoughts "Don't worry pup, you get a taste. Open wide" and you do, as wide as you can, not sure if it will fit at all, but being more than ready to try.

He pushes his dick into your mouth, his breath hitching at the sensation of your warm mouth "Fuck, toy, just.. uh your mouth feels incredible," making you proud. You, being used and him finding you useful, like this is all you were made for: to be pleasured and to please.

As he eases more into your mouth and throat letting you adjust to him, he reaches into your nightstand, pulling out an inhumane dildo, a gag gift from one of your friends for your most recent birthday. As he pushes himself fully in your throat, he pushes the toy into your vagina making you cry out on his dick, grabbing onto his butt cheeks. "Ohh you like that don't you? Being filled with my cock and this silly little dildo of yours. How cute. What a pathetic pocket pussy you are." The degradation sends new waves of pleasure to your already dripping pussy. You are quite sure that while you are alive no one will satisfy you as much as him.

He starts to pick up the pace both with the fake monster dick and the one attached to him. It feels like his member keeps changing forms as his pleasure builds, somehow growing, reaching deeper in your throat. The room is filled with the sounds of your moans, his hissing and the filthy wet sound of the toy bottoming you out. "Ugh I'm so close, puppy" he takes his free hand and squeezes down on your neck just enough to intensify the pleasure ten fold. You blank out as you reach your peak, shaking so violently you think just him looking at you would make you cum at this point. In a bit his thrust become rigid and he releases his load deep inside your throat — suddenly you hear his explanation about his bodily fluids and how it affects the human body, and realise you are in for a long night.

He steps away to look at your fucked out state, the bedsheets ruined, the dildo laying between your legs, you clearly still suffering from the effect he has on you, while his cock is seemingly still painfully hard. Right then and there he decides to give you his mark, meaning you will be his lover, someone he can visit whenever and wherever as he pleases. "Minnie…" The demon looks down at you and chuckles, helping you up, giving you a surprisingly sweet kiss. You don't mind, its just surprising, but nice to see this side of him, but of course you on the other hand are still as desperate as you were at the start, so in a blink of an eye, you're back on the bed, Seungmin on top, not letting you breathe. Its too much. His scent, his mouth, everything he gives you morphs your brain into never wanting anyone or anything else but him. You feel his dick sliding up and down your wet folds, making you moan trying to thrust your hips. "Just because you act all desperate that doesn't mean you get my cock now, whore. You need to act well and be patient" and with that all he does is tease your hole with his erection making you squirm in anticipation. "Please…Min…Seungmin, I'll be patient," you beg but deep down you know it won't save you anymore. Out of nowhere he bottoms you out, making you scream his name from coming once again, you can't even count how many times this happened tonight, you're busy feeling so full you never want to feel otherwise.

He leans down to your ear, hands on your neck, thrusting balls deep into you at a fast pace. "What a good cocksleeve you are, I won't let you go ever, you will now belong to me." The thought of being his makes you pulse around his length. He picks up the pace at your words "Oh? do you like that? Me using you whenever and wherever I want you, filling you up..uh" Seungmins grunts become more frequent as he keeps hitting your spot. You feel your orgasm approaching, clawing at his back. You're so full with him, his smell, his hand tightening on your neck as he is ramming your pussy, his name leaving your lips repeatedly like a silent prayer, everything so quiet, yet so loud with the wet sounds mixing with both of your moans. "Let go, pup, cum for me" He squeezes your airways hard enough so that you can barely breathe and he kisses you, pushing you to the edge, and he soon follows, filling you up.

You stay there a little while, feeling him going limp inside you while you fight to stay conscious. Once Seugmin gets up he looks down and chuckles at your fucked out state. "Okay pup, time to take care of you." And he does; he helps you shower, puts new pjs on you then tucks you into bed. "I will be back for more later, don't worry" Then he disappears into thin air as you fall back asleep, hoping that all this wasn't just a dream.

Your friends made fun of you a lot for it, but nothing too crazy, they even dared you to read something aloud and it is supposed to help you with your sexual desires… of course neither of you really believed it, but as most teens and young adults on a sleep over you will do some stupid shit, so you read it all out to your best ability even tough you don't speak Latin. You all quietly waited for something to happen, but nothing did. You went back to your truth or dares for the night and your every day life.

You completely forgot about it until tonight; you just got out of the shower, being ready to go to bed, when you start to feel off. Can't quite explain why or how you feel other than that, so you try your best to ignore it, and go to bed. You woke up at three am, drenched in sweat, panting and feeling like your body is burning up, and as you were about to get up to open the window when you realised you aren't alone in your room. You were about to scream when the human looking creature closed the distance between the two of you, and put his hand on your mouth leaning in your ear. "Now now I prefer if you scream my name when I make you cum" you know it was absurd but his words had an effect on you that you didn't quite understood, just felt heat pooling between your legs after he felt like you won't scream let go of your mouth and you felt a wave of bravery and brattyness coming over you "Now how do you want me to scream your name if I don't even know?" He grabbed your face and forced to look him straight up "You can call me Seugmin." After a little struggle, he loosened his grip enough that you could take a good look on him. "Who are you?How did you get in here?" It took nearly all your will power to not let your ugres control you, and jump on him. "Wow, you invited me here to spend the night with you, and you don't even remember it, how heartless can you be?" The look of confusion made him smirk as he leaned to your neck, to leave marks on it for your future self. You couldn't help but moan "Wa-wait… when..?" You didn't finish your question as the events from earlier replayed in your head. The stupid book. "o-oh" You didn't really have time to continue this barely two sided conversation as he shut you up with kissing you. You had a few drunken make out sessions here or there, but it wasn't anything like this. At first it was slow, sensual like he waited for your brain to catch up, once you kissed him back, you became desperate for more, kissing him deeper. All your racing thoughts, and worries stopped, your brain went quiet except the feeling of the warmth pooling between your legs. It's like you were under some kind of spell. "Wa-wait, what… what is happening to me?" your voice was tight and keening with want. He scoffed as he picked you up; without any thougt you wraped you legs around him, feeling his hard shaft just at the right spot, but it wasn't enough, you needed more. Without a thought you started grinding on him, leaving a small wet spot from your flimsy pijama shorts. "Incubi has a special salvia, and a coating on our skin…" he took a pause to look at you and your desperate movements, with your already fucked out face. ".. that works like an aphradosiac, so the more you kiss or touch me, the more desperate you become." He doesn't move an inch, just watching you and your hopelessness.

You wondered how or why he didn't seem affected, but didn't ask, since that thought went away as fast as it came, and you went back to find pleasure in humping him trough your clothes until Seugmin put you down. "Okay, puppy, I need you to undress for me." Like under a spell you took down your pjs, and shivered from the air hitting your overheating body. "Mmm, what a good, eager cockwhore you are." you whimpered by the sudden compliment. He leaned down to kiss you, while helped you on the bed. He was kissing his way down on your body, taking time on your boobs, playing and sucking on your nipples. His saliva intensifying the sensation, making you arch your back, trying to hold back your moans. He stopped what he was doing and faster than you could react he squeezed your neck. "You will have to let your voice be heard little human, or I'll leave you here like this" You tried to protest which earned a harder squeeze which went straight to your core, letting out all what you tried to keep inside. "Good toy. Do as I say, and you will be rewarded." With that he went back to your nipples. It felt like eternity; you don't know how long he was busy with your chest, all you knew that you couldn't stop moaning his name, and finding a way to his hair as the pleasure kept on going. "I-I'm so close.. I think I'm about to…" You couldn't even finish the sentence as he bit your nipple, which somehow pushed you to the edge, making you whimper incoherent sentences. Seungmin chuckled going up to peck your lips "Hmm I knew my name would fit your lips well"

You couldn't even catch your breath as Min went down back again, but this time, he stopped between your legs, pulling apart your wet lips. "Oh how pink and beautiful. Can't wait to taste you, pup." The nickname made you pulse on air, which made the incubbus watch in amusement "so eager to be filled up, a true whore disguised as an innocent angel." Seugmin started slow, taking his sweet time with teasing you, kissing your lower stomach and thighs, then he made his way to your wet folds, tasting every drop of you, sounding pleased with your taste. "So sweet, I could eat you out until eternity" the thought made you grunt. He started sucking on your clit which made you pull on his hair, pushing his face more into you. You felt something hard and long on his head, which made you look at him and you met his gorgeous brown eyes. "Hold onto that but be careful as it is sensitive" without missing a beat he pushed one digit into you, cursing under his breath. The more he is working on you the more he is affected by it, which last happened about a decade ago. It's not like he hates humans, more like he looks down on them, thinking all of them are pathetic beings, and all he needs is their life source: pleasure, so he can stay alive. He finds it amusing to watch— their desperation for release and how easily they are roped into anything when it comes to their own satisfaction. But you felt different, it was desperation on your part, but corrupting your innocence day by day, hour by hour sounded too good, too sweet to say no to.

He added another finger, stretching you out more, he lifted your lower body up, and spit into your drenched hole. The effect was immidiate, which made you grip the base of his horns harder "Seungmin, Min-nie please I can't take it" your voice was hoarse by the constant noises that left you. You felt like your mind can't focus on anything else, just him, and now his three fingers. Not like he was doing any better. He was desperate to fill you with his cock ramming you until you don't want anything else just him, only him. You are now his property and will be until you die.

He pumped a couple more until you came again, squirting all over his finger and mouth while he diligently caught every last drop he could. You couldn't talk, nothing coherent formed in your brain other than his name, that left your mouth sounding like a prayer.

He let go of you, to go and kiss you, still tasting yourself on his tongue, somehow making you even hungrier for what's next.

He then turned you sideways on the mattress to have your face hanging, and undressed himself as well. Looking at his abnormally girthy member, made you lick your lips wanting a taste. He grinned, like he could read your thoughts "Don't worry pup, you get a taste. Open wide" and you did, as wide as you could, not being sure if it will fit at all, but being more than ready to try.

He pushed his dick into your mouth, his breath hitching at the sensation of your warm mouth "Fuck, toy, just.. uh your mouth feels incredible" this made you proud. You, being used and him finding you useful, like this is all you were made for: to be pleasured and to please.

As he eased more into your mouth and throat letting you adjust to him, he reached into your nightstand, pulling out an inhumane dildo, that was a gag gift from one of your friends for your most recent birthday. As he pushed him self fully in your throat, he pushed the toy into your vagina making you cry out on his dick, grabbing onto his butt cheeks. "Ohh you like that don't you? Being full with my cock and this silly little dildo of yours. How cute. What a pathetic pocket pussy you are" the degradation sent new waves of pleasure to your already dripping pussy. You are quite sure that until you are alive no one will satisfy you as this thing.

He started to pick up the pace both with the fake monster dick and the one attached to him. It felt like his member kept changing forms as his pleasure built, somehow it grew, reaching deeper in your throat. The room was filled with the sound of your moans, his hissing and with tbe filthy wet sound of the toy bottoming you out. "Ugh I'm so close, puppy" he took his free hand and squeezed down on your neck just enough to intensify the pleasure ten folds. You blanked out as you reached your peak, shaking violently you thought just him looking at you would make you cum at this point. In a bit his thrust became rigid and released his load deep inside your throat — suddenly you heard his explanation about his body fluids and how it affects the human body, and you realised you are in for a long night

He stepped away to look at your fucked out state, the bedsheets ruined, the dildo laying between your legs, you clearly still suffering from the effect he has on you, while his cock is seemingly still painfully hard. There and then he decided to give you his mark, meaning you will be his lover, someone he can visit whenever and wherever as he pleases. "Minnie…" The demon looked down at you and chuckled, helping you up, then gave you a surpisingly sweet kiss. You didn't mind, it was just surprising, but nice to see this side of him, but of course you on the other hand was still as desperate as you were at the start, so in a blink of an eye, you were back on the bed, Seungmin on top, not letting you breathe. It was too much. His scent, his mouth, everything he gives you morphs your brain into never wanting anyone or anything else but him. You feel his dick sliding up and down your wet folds, making you moan trying to thrust your hips "Just because you act all desperate that doesn't mean you get my cock now, whore. You need to act well and be patient" and with that all he did is tease your whole with his erection making you squirm in anticipation. "Please… Min..Seugmin I'll be patient." You begged but deep down you knew it wont save you anymore; then out of nowhere he bottomed you out having you scream his name from coming once again, you couldn't even count how many times this happened tonight, you were busy feeling so full you never want to feel otherwise.

He leaned down to your ear, hands on your neck, thrusting balls deep into you in a fast pace. "what a good cocksleeve you are. I won't let you go ever, you will now beling to me." The thought of being his made you pulse around his lenght. He picked up the paste "oh? do you like that? Me using you whenever wherever i want you, filling you up..uh" Seungmins grunts became more frequent as he kept hitting your spot. You felt your orgasm approaching, clawing at his back. You were so full with him, his smell his hand tightening on your neck as he is ramming your pussy, his name leaving your lips repeatedly like a silent prayer everything so quiet, yet so loud with the wet sounds mixing with both of your moans. "Let go, pup, Cum for me" He sqeezed your airways hard enough so you can barely breathe and he kissed you, pushing you to the edge, then he followed soon filling you up.

You stayed there a little, feeling him going limp inside you while you fought to stay concious. Once Seugmin got up he looked down and chuckled at your fucked out state. "Okay pup, time to take care of you." And he did; he helped you shower, put new pjs on you then tucked you to bed. "I will be back for more later, don't worry" Then he disappeared to thin air as you fell back asleep, hoping that this wasn't just a dream.

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[yoursinmoss]

Can I please request prompt number three with Seungmin? 💖 thanks!

There’s a first time for everything

incubus!Seungmin × afab!Reader genre: smut, mature warning(s): inexperienced reader, if you squint hard enough there is plot, piv (wrap it before you tap it), barely any plot, no editors/beta readers, i'm shy about me writing nsfw, dom!Seugmin, oral(both recieving), cum play, degradation and praise kink, someone get yn some water, overstimmulated, reader unconsious for a little bit,even tho Seugmin is a sex demon he cares, i might go to hell:) wc: 4,725 divider(s): @cursed-carmine editor: @shipwithnocaptain an: would like to clarify: reader is a university student, i didn't know where or how to put it into the fic! part of the number request thingy, hope you like it anon!

main masterlist ║ request something ║ number game

Ever since your late high school days, you wanted to know what it would be like to have sex, and to try out all your fantasies, spending hours reading smut, watching porn. You wouldn't say you were a nymphomaniac, but you did assume you have a high sex drive. Sadly no men (or women) grabbed your attention enough to try to sleep with them, so here you are in your twenties, being desperate.

Your friends made fun of you a lot for it, but nothing too crazy, they even dared you to read something aloud, supposing it would help you with your sexual desires… of course none of you really believed it, but as most teens and young adults would on a sleep over you're inclined to do some stupid shit, so you read it all out to your best ability even though you don't speak Latin. You all quietly waited for something to happen, but nothing did. You went back to your truth or dares for the night and your every day life.

You completely forgot about it until tonight; you just got out of the shower, ready to go to bed, when you start to feel off. Can't quite explain why or how you feel other than that, so you try your best to ignore it, and go to bed. You wake up at three am, drenched in sweat, panting and feeling like your body is burning up, and as you're about to get up to open the window you realise you aren't alone in your room. You're about to scream when the human looking creature closed the distance between the two of you, and put his hand on your mouth leaning in your ear. "Now now, I prefer if you scream my name when I make you cum" you know it was absurd but his words have an effect on you that you don't quite understand, feeling heat pooling between your legs. After he feels like you won't scream he lets go of your mouth and you feel a wave of bravery and brattyness come over you, "Now how do you want me to scream your name if I don't even know it?" He grabs your face and forces you to look at him straight on, "You can call me Seungmin." After a little struggle, he loosens his grip enough that you can take a good look at him. "Who are you?How did you get in here?" It takes nearly all your will power to not let your urges control you and jump on him. "Wow, you invite me here to spend the night with you, and you don't even remember it, how heartless can you be?" Your look of confusion makes him smirk as he leans into your neck, to leave marks on it for your future self. You can't help but moan "Wa-wait… when..?" You don't finish your question as the events from earlier replay in your head. The stupid book. "O-oh." You don't really have time to continue this barely two-sided conversation as he shuts you up by kissing you. You have had a few drunken make out sessions here or there, but nothing like this. At first its slow, sensual like he's waiting for your brain to catch up, and once you start kissing him back finally, you become desperate for more, kissing him deeper. All your racing thoughts and worries stop, and your brain goes quiet except the feeling of the warmth pooling between your legs. It's like you're under some kind of spell. "Wa-wait, what… what is happening to me?" your voice is tight and keening with want. He scoffs as he picks you up; without any thought you wrap your legs around him, feeling his hard shaft just at the right spot, but it still isn't enough, you need more. Without a thought you start grinding on him, leaving a small wet spot through your flimsy pajama shorts. "Incubi have a special saliva, and a coating on our skin…" he takes a pause to look at you and your desperate movements, with your already fucked out face, ".. that works like an aphradosiac, so the more you kiss or touch me, the more desperate you become." He doesn't move an inch, just watching you and your hopelessness.

You wonder how or why he doesn't seem affected, but don't ask, since that thought goes away as fast as it comes, and you go back to finding pleasure in humping him through your clothes until Seungmin puts you down. "Okay, puppy, I need you to undress for me." Like being cast under a spell you take off your pjs, and shiver from the air hitting your overheating body. "Mmm, what a good, eager cockwhore you are." you whimper at the sudden compliment. He leans down to kiss you, while helping you on the bed. Kissing his way down your body, taking time on your boobs, playing and sucking on your nipples. His saliva intensifying the sensation, making you arch your back, trying to hold back your moans. He stops what he's doing and faster than you can react he squeezes your neck. "You will have to let your voice be heard little human, or I'll leave you here like this" You try to protest which earns a harder squeeze which goes straight to your core, letting out all what you tried to keep inside. "Good toy. Do as I say, and you will be rewarded." With that he goes back to your nipples. It feels like eternity; you don't know how long he's busy with your chest, all you know is that you can't stop moaning his name, your hands finding a way to his hair as the pleasure keeps going. "I-I'm so close.. I think I'm about to…" You can't even finish the sentence as he bites your nipple, which somehow pushes you to the edge, making you whimper incoherent sentences. Seungmin chuckles going up to peck your lips, "Hmm I knew my name would fit your lips well."

You can't even catch your breath as Min goes back down again, but this time, he stops between your legs, pulling apart your wet lips. "Oh how pink and beautiful. Can't wait to taste you, pup." The nickname makes you pulse, clenching around nothing, which makes the incubbus watch in amusement "So eager to be filled up, a true whore disguised as an innocent angel." Seungmin starts slow, taking his sweet time with teasing you, kissing your lower stomach and thighs, then makes his way to your wet folds, tasting every drop of you, sounding pleased with your taste. "So sweet, I could eat you out for eternity" the thought making you grunt. He starts sucking on your clit which makes you pull on his hair, pushing his face more into you. You feel something hard and long on his head, which makes you look at him, meeting his gorgeous brown eyes. "Hold onto that but be careful as it is sensitive" without missing a beat he pushes one digit into you, cursing under his breath. For him, the more he is working on you the more he is affected by it, which last happened about a decade ago. It's not like he hates humans, more like he looks down on them, thinking all of them are pathetic beings, and all he needs is their life source: pleasure, so he can stay alive. He finds it amusing to watch— their desperation for release and how easily they are roped into anything when it comes to their own satisfaction. But you feel different, the desperation on your part, but also corrupting your innocence day by day, hour by hour sounds too good, too sweet to refuse.

He adds another finger, stretching you out more, and he lifts your lower body up, and spits into your drenched hole. The effect is immediate, which makes you grip the base of his horns harder. "Seungmin, Min-nie please I can't take it" your voice hoarse by the constant noises that leave you. You feel like your mind can't focus on anything else, just him, and now his three fingers. Not like he's doing any better. He's desperate to fill you with his cock, ramming you until you don't want anything else just him, only him. You are now his property and will be until you die.

He pumped a couple more times until you come again, squirting all over his fingers and mouth while he diligently catches every last drop he can. You can't talk, nothing coherent forms in your brain other than his name, that leaves your mouth sounding like a prayer.

He lets go of you, to go and kiss you, still tasting yourself on his tongue, somehow making you even hungrier for what's next.

He then turns you sideways on the mattress to have your face hanging, and undresses himself as well. Looking at his abnormally girthy member, it makes you lick your lips wanting a taste. He grins, like he can read your thoughts "Don't worry pup, you get a taste. Open wide" and you do, as wide as you can, not sure if it will fit at all, but being more than ready to try.

He pushes his dick into your mouth, his breath hitching at the sensation of your warm mouth "Fuck, toy, just.. uh your mouth feels incredible," making you proud. You, being used and him finding you useful, like this is all you were made for: to be pleasured and to please.

As he eases more into your mouth and throat letting you adjust to him, he reaches into your nightstand, pulling out an inhumane dildo, a gag gift from one of your friends for your most recent birthday. As he pushes himself fully in your throat, he pushes the toy into your vagina making you cry out on his dick, grabbing onto his butt cheeks. "Ohh you like that don't you? Being filled with my cock and this silly little dildo of yours. How cute. What a pathetic pocket pussy you are." The degradation sends new waves of pleasure to your already dripping pussy. You are quite sure that while you are alive no one will satisfy you as much as him.

He starts to pick up the pace both with the fake monster dick and the one attached to him. It feels like his member keeps changing forms as his pleasure builds, somehow growing, reaching deeper in your throat. The room is filled with the sounds of your moans, his hissing and the filthy wet sound of the toy bottoming you out. "Ugh I'm so close, puppy" he takes his free hand and squeezes down on your neck just enough to intensify the pleasure ten fold. You blank out as you reach your peak, shaking so violently you think just him looking at you would make you cum at this point. In a bit his thrust become rigid and he releases his load deep inside your throat — suddenly you hear his explanation about his bodily fluids and how it affects the human body, and realise you are in for a long night.

He steps away to look at your fucked out state, the bedsheets ruined, the dildo laying between your legs, you clearly still suffering from the effect he has on you, while his cock is seemingly still painfully hard. Right then and there he decides to give you his mark, meaning you will be his lover, someone he can visit whenever and wherever as he pleases. "Minnie…" The demon looks down at you and chuckles, helping you up, giving you a surprisingly sweet kiss. You don't mind, its just surprising, but nice to see this side of him, but of course you on the other hand are still as desperate as you were at the start, so in a blink of an eye, you're back on the bed, Seungmin on top, not letting you breathe. Its too much. His scent, his mouth, everything he gives you morphs your brain into never wanting anyone or anything else but him. You feel his dick sliding up and down your wet folds, making you moan trying to thrust your hips. "Just because you act all desperate that doesn't mean you get my cock now, whore. You need to act well and be patient" and with that all he does is tease your hole with his erection making you squirm in anticipation. "Please…Min…Seungmin, I'll be patient," you beg but deep down you know it won't save you anymore. Out of nowhere he bottoms you out, making you scream his name from coming once again, you can't even count how many times this happened tonight, you're busy feeling so full you never want to feel otherwise.

He leans down to your ear, hands on your neck, thrusting balls deep into you at a fast pace. "What a good cocksleeve you are, I won't let you go ever, you will now belong to me." The thought of being his makes you pulse around his length. He picks up the pace at your words "Oh? do you like that? Me using you whenever and wherever I want you, filling you up..uh" Seungmins grunts become more frequent as he keeps hitting your spot. You feel your orgasm approaching, clawing at his back. You're so full with him, his smell, his hand tightening on your neck as he is ramming your pussy, his name leaving your lips repeatedly like a silent prayer, everything so quiet, yet so loud with the wet sounds mixing with both of your moans. "Let go, pup, cum for me" He squeezes your airways hard enough so that you can barely breathe and he kisses you, pushing you to the edge, and he soon follows, filling you up.

You stay there a little while, feeling him going limp inside you while you fight to stay conscious. Once Seugmin gets up he looks down and chuckles at your fucked out state. "Okay pup, time to take care of you." And he does; he helps you shower, puts new pjs on you then tucks you into bed. "I will be back for more later, don't worry" Then he disappears into thin air as you fall back asleep, hoping that all this wasn't just a dream.

Your friends made fun of you a lot for it, but nothing too crazy, they even dared you to read something aloud and it is supposed to help you with your sexual desires… of course neither of you really believed it, but as most teens and young adults on a sleep over you will do some stupid shit, so you read it all out to your best ability even tough you don't speak Latin. You all quietly waited for something to happen, but nothing did. You went back to your truth or dares for the night and your every day life.

You completely forgot about it until tonight; you just got out of the shower, being ready to go to bed, when you start to feel off. Can't quite explain why or how you feel other than that, so you try your best to ignore it, and go to bed. You woke up at three am, drenched in sweat, panting and feeling like your body is burning up, and as you were about to get up to open the window when you realised you aren't alone in your room. You were about to scream when the human looking creature closed the distance between the two of you, and put his hand on your mouth leaning in your ear. "Now now I prefer if you scream my name when I make you cum" you know it was absurd but his words had an effect on you that you didn't quite understood, just felt heat pooling between your legs after he felt like you won't scream let go of your mouth and you felt a wave of bravery and brattyness coming over you "Now how do you want me to scream your name if I don't even know?" He grabbed your face and forced to look him straight up "You can call me Seugmin." After a little struggle, he loosened his grip enough that you could take a good look on him. "Who are you?How did you get in here?" It took nearly all your will power to not let your ugres control you, and jump on him. "Wow, you invited me here to spend the night with you, and you don't even remember it, how heartless can you be?" The look of confusion made him smirk as he leaned to your neck, to leave marks on it for your future self. You couldn't help but moan "Wa-wait… when..?" You didn't finish your question as the events from earlier replayed in your head. The stupid book. "o-oh" You didn't really have time to continue this barely two sided conversation as he shut you up with kissing you. You had a few drunken make out sessions here or there, but it wasn't anything like this. At first it was slow, sensual like he waited for your brain to catch up, once you kissed him back, you became desperate for more, kissing him deeper. All your racing thoughts, and worries stopped, your brain went quiet except the feeling of the warmth pooling between your legs. It's like you were under some kind of spell. "Wa-wait, what… what is happening to me?" your voice was tight and keening with want. He scoffed as he picked you up; without any thougt you wraped you legs around him, feeling his hard shaft just at the right spot, but it wasn't enough, you needed more. Without a thought you started grinding on him, leaving a small wet spot from your flimsy pijama shorts. "Incubi has a special salvia, and a coating on our skin…" he took a pause to look at you and your desperate movements, with your already fucked out face. ".. that works like an aphradosiac, so the more you kiss or touch me, the more desperate you become." He doesn't move an inch, just watching you and your hopelessness.

You wondered how or why he didn't seem affected, but didn't ask, since that thought went away as fast as it came, and you went back to find pleasure in humping him trough your clothes until Seugmin put you down. "Okay, puppy, I need you to undress for me." Like under a spell you took down your pjs, and shivered from the air hitting your overheating body. "Mmm, what a good, eager cockwhore you are." you whimpered by the sudden compliment. He leaned down to kiss you, while helped you on the bed. He was kissing his way down on your body, taking time on your boobs, playing and sucking on your nipples. His saliva intensifying the sensation, making you arch your back, trying to hold back your moans. He stopped what he was doing and faster than you could react he squeezed your neck. "You will have to let your voice be heard little human, or I'll leave you here like this" You tried to protest which earned a harder squeeze which went straight to your core, letting out all what you tried to keep inside. "Good toy. Do as I say, and you will be rewarded." With that he went back to your nipples. It felt like eternity; you don't know how long he was busy with your chest, all you knew that you couldn't stop moaning his name, and finding a way to his hair as the pleasure kept on going. "I-I'm so close.. I think I'm about to…" You couldn't even finish the sentence as he bit your nipple, which somehow pushed you to the edge, making you whimper incoherent sentences. Seungmin chuckled going up to peck your lips "Hmm I knew my name would fit your lips well"

You couldn't even catch your breath as Min went down back again, but this time, he stopped between your legs, pulling apart your wet lips. "Oh how pink and beautiful. Can't wait to taste you, pup." The nickname made you pulse on air, which made the incubbus watch in amusement "so eager to be filled up, a true whore disguised as an innocent angel." Seugmin started slow, taking his sweet time with teasing you, kissing your lower stomach and thighs, then he made his way to your wet folds, tasting every drop of you, sounding pleased with your taste. "So sweet, I could eat you out until eternity" the thought made you grunt. He started sucking on your clit which made you pull on his hair, pushing his face more into you. You felt something hard and long on his head, which made you look at him and you met his gorgeous brown eyes. "Hold onto that but be careful as it is sensitive" without missing a beat he pushed one digit into you, cursing under his breath. The more he is working on you the more he is affected by it, which last happened about a decade ago. It's not like he hates humans, more like he looks down on them, thinking all of them are pathetic beings, and all he needs is their life source: pleasure, so he can stay alive. He finds it amusing to watch— their desperation for release and how easily they are roped into anything when it comes to their own satisfaction. But you felt different, it was desperation on your part, but corrupting your innocence day by day, hour by hour sounded too good, too sweet to say no to.

He added another finger, stretching you out more, he lifted your lower body up, and spit into your drenched hole. The effect was immidiate, which made you grip the base of his horns harder "Seungmin, Min-nie please I can't take it" your voice was hoarse by the constant noises that left you. You felt like your mind can't focus on anything else, just him, and now his three fingers. Not like he was doing any better. He was desperate to fill you with his cock ramming you until you don't want anything else just him, only him. You are now his property and will be until you die.

He pumped a couple more until you came again, squirting all over his finger and mouth while he diligently caught every last drop he could. You couldn't talk, nothing coherent formed in your brain other than his name, that left your mouth sounding like a prayer.

He let go of you, to go and kiss you, still tasting yourself on his tongue, somehow making you even hungrier for what's next.

He then turned you sideways on the mattress to have your face hanging, and undressed himself as well. Looking at his abnormally girthy member, made you lick your lips wanting a taste. He grinned, like he could read your thoughts "Don't worry pup, you get a taste. Open wide" and you did, as wide as you could, not being sure if it will fit at all, but being more than ready to try.

He pushed his dick into your mouth, his breath hitching at the sensation of your warm mouth "Fuck, toy, just.. uh your mouth feels incredible" this made you proud. You, being used and him finding you useful, like this is all you were made for: to be pleasured and to please.

As he eased more into your mouth and throat letting you adjust to him, he reached into your nightstand, pulling out an inhumane dildo, that was a gag gift from one of your friends for your most recent birthday. As he pushed him self fully in your throat, he pushed the toy into your vagina making you cry out on his dick, grabbing onto his butt cheeks. "Ohh you like that don't you? Being full with my cock and this silly little dildo of yours. How cute. What a pathetic pocket pussy you are" the degradation sent new waves of pleasure to your already dripping pussy. You are quite sure that until you are alive no one will satisfy you as this thing.

He started to pick up the pace both with the fake monster dick and the one attached to him. It felt like his member kept changing forms as his pleasure built, somehow it grew, reaching deeper in your throat. The room was filled with the sound of your moans, his hissing and with tbe filthy wet sound of the toy bottoming you out. "Ugh I'm so close, puppy" he took his free hand and squeezed down on your neck just enough to intensify the pleasure ten folds. You blanked out as you reached your peak, shaking violently you thought just him looking at you would make you cum at this point. In a bit his thrust became rigid and released his load deep inside your throat — suddenly you heard his explanation about his body fluids and how it affects the human body, and you realised you are in for a long night

He stepped away to look at your fucked out state, the bedsheets ruined, the dildo laying between your legs, you clearly still suffering from the effect he has on you, while his cock is seemingly still painfully hard. There and then he decided to give you his mark, meaning you will be his lover, someone he can visit whenever and wherever as he pleases. "Minnie…" The demon looked down at you and chuckled, helping you up, then gave you a surpisingly sweet kiss. You didn't mind, it was just surprising, but nice to see this side of him, but of course you on the other hand was still as desperate as you were at the start, so in a blink of an eye, you were back on the bed, Seungmin on top, not letting you breathe. It was too much. His scent, his mouth, everything he gives you morphs your brain into never wanting anyone or anything else but him. You feel his dick sliding up and down your wet folds, making you moan trying to thrust your hips "Just because you act all desperate that doesn't mean you get my cock now, whore. You need to act well and be patient" and with that all he did is tease your whole with his erection making you squirm in anticipation. "Please… Min..Seugmin I'll be patient." You begged but deep down you knew it wont save you anymore; then out of nowhere he bottomed you out having you scream his name from coming once again, you couldn't even count how many times this happened tonight, you were busy feeling so full you never want to feel otherwise.

He leaned down to your ear, hands on your neck, thrusting balls deep into you in a fast pace. "what a good cocksleeve you are. I won't let you go ever, you will now beling to me." The thought of being his made you pulse around his lenght. He picked up the paste "oh? do you like that? Me using you whenever wherever i want you, filling you up..uh" Seungmins grunts became more frequent as he kept hitting your spot. You felt your orgasm approaching, clawing at his back. You were so full with him, his smell his hand tightening on your neck as he is ramming your pussy, his name leaving your lips repeatedly like a silent prayer everything so quiet, yet so loud with the wet sounds mixing with both of your moans. "Let go, pup, Cum for me" He sqeezed your airways hard enough so you can barely breathe and he kissed you, pushing you to the edge, then he followed soon filling you up.

You stayed there a little, feeling him going limp inside you while you fought to stay concious. Once Seugmin got up he looked down and chuckled at your fucked out state. "Okay pup, time to take care of you." And he did; he helped you shower, put new pjs on you then tucked you to bed. "I will be back for more later, don't worry" Then he disappeared to thin air as you fell back asleep, hoping that this wasn't just a dream.

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ALL DONE: AND EVEN MORE

pairing: ot8!skz x assistant!reader

genre: smut, romance, work place romance, comedy

summary: part two of all done: boss. jeongin is a total dipshit. but you like him, like the others too, after all. and if you like them, shouldn’t you have sex with them? (jeongin, changbin, hyunjin getting sum in this part)

warnings: creepy and asshole skz, absolutely unrealistic, cursing, power imbalance, objectification of reader, sexism, little talks of religion and porn addiction, sexual content(oral(f and m receiving), little anal play(f receiving), handjob(m receiving), deepthroating, gagging, cum eating, edging(m receiving), protected p in v, making out, heavy sexual tension), multiple sex scenes

word count: 26k

you know what you are at this point.

a slut.

okay, wow, chill. you’re not a bad slut. you’re doing it for a good cause. these eight overworked men need an outlet, and you’re the only one they trust enough to give it to them without turning it into the end of their careers. soooo slut in the good way. caretaker with benefits. professional throat goat. whatever.

so, rightfully, the eight boys started to develop some serious kind of… fixation on you.

channie and hyunjin are first place here, obviously. chan more, so hyunjin is a second place, maybe. but both of them because they got you taken away from them when they needed more, you took yourself away from them.

but chan remembers how you cried out when he pulled your ass open. and hyunjin… has just been extra pissy. little immature brat, that’s what he is.

third is felix. you see, felix has been into porn for years. like we can even say a light addiction. he’s also chronically online as fuck. he’s seen everything, a good example is the ankha zone video back in the day(jerked off to it more than once), hardcore stuff, soft stuff, he’s been exposed to most of it, has seen every category, every fetish, every little scenario you can imagine. his brain is working dumb from years of dopamine highs.

and now, now he has a real, living, breathing, pretty workplace crush who apparently sucks dick great.

not a good combination.

psychologically, especially. porn addiction already desensitizes the reward system, normal sex doesn’t hit the same anymore. but then you show up, sweet, helpful, competent, and suddenly the fantasy comes into reality. his brain starts mashing the two together. you handing him water becomes “what if she dropped to her knees right here?” you bending over to pick something up becomes “what if i grabbed her hips and…” he’s stuck in this loop where every innocent interaction gets filtered through thousands of hours of porn. it’s making him stupid. making him horny. dumb. a boy.

he’s got a weird fixation on staff hoodies now because of you. keeps imagining you on your knees in the hoodie you own, you riding him while still wearing it, you letting him cum on your face after a long day and some getting on the hoodie.

you do catch the fact that he’s kind of different because of this, different around and about human bodies, when someone mentions his religion, but you just got to the conclusion of him being a little on the spectrum about interaction maybe or he got bad influence from somewhere. no idea that it’s about addiction, that it’s about porn.

during one long break he’s sitting in the corner scrolling on his phone, his headphone on pretty head, but when you walk past he looks up. his eyes go over your body, undressing you with them. there’s this not quite here look in his eyes for a tiny bit before he blinks it away and gives you that usual beautiful smile that just charms everyone when he sees that you came to interact with him.

you hand him something he asked for earlier. you get a “thanks, y/n.” you notice the way his hand tightens on his phone. don’t know though that it’s because he’s fighting the urge to palm himself right there.

porn brain + real girl he wants = a fucking mindfuck for such a guy like him. his brain does not rest on the topic, it’s all you on your knees, you bent over, you taking multiple of them(such a favorite of his), all these he’s conditioned himself to crave. but now with you. all of these next to the brutal stress, of course.

the rest of them aren’t much better, they’re just less online about it. they’re all just boys.

fourth would be jeongin. he heard you and chan that night, after all. he looks up at chan too, at hyunjin. plus you’re hot. mix this together and you get jeongin wanting some of you like now. his dumb little brain needs it, and that dumb little brain controls the body, which just feels, works crazy because of you now.

then changbin, maybe. first he thought about himself as not brave enough for this whole thing, but then… but then fuck’s sake, he’s a grown ass man. a grown ass man with money, talent, a career, brutal sized arms, and what genuinely gets every woman off their feet, a fucking nice car. so now with that confidence he sometimes gains, his mind is easier to set on the thought of you. now he’s thinking about you aaaaaall day, such a babe, like has his elbow on the table and his pretty chin in his hand zoning out typa thinking about you all day.(chan is shouting at him to pay attention)

han can try and maybe relieve that tension in himself with being physical. that’s his best solution for this. keeps hugging you longer, gives you goodmorning and bye y/n hugs, pressing his body on yours, smelling your hair. like specifically smelling your hair, the creep. he feels like you’re the cure to his stress(since you helped the others) and now he wants to actually get to it. if you made it better for chan(chan did tell the boys lots about it, they’re really honest with each other) and hyunjin(same here, these boys overshare when not waiting until their roommate is away to get his dick sucked by the girl that said roommate also wants, khm hyunjin khm). he especially really needs the release you can give them, he’s not feeling particularly well these days, that only you can give them.

seungmin has jacked it to you double digits times now, acts like nothing’s up the next day. he’s actually good at it. well, all of them are, they were trained to hide themselves, to hide the realness. so he hides his aching, obsessive sexual want towards you, like nothing is up with him, like him and felix are not talking basically only about you when they’re home. like yeah everything’s fine he’s not obsessed with the idea of you getting him off, nooo, pfft.

minho’s the last on this list but only because he’s the most intelligent of them. so, like, he still needs you, bad, but he’s more of a man, doesn’t roll around in his bed and giggle at home like some(han, felix, changbin) do about you, his little fixation is actually the most active, most torturing when you’re actually in front of him. but then, it’s bad.

they’re all just boys at the end of the day. we already talked about this in the first part, biology. testosterone. dopamine. vasopressin. evolution. what you have signals good mate material. same drill we’re already over, great ass good for birthing, soft tits good for feeding, warm mouth that doesn’t complain(any man’s dream), bla bla bla. add the insane pressure they live under, no privacy, constant performance, zero release, it’s only natural, normal, that one(1) good blowjob turns into this whole blow up in their little circle.

and you have the knowledge of exactly how chan felt grinding against your soaked pussy and how hyunjin moaned when he came down your throat. it’s almost an equal power situation, they have power over you, and you also have power over them, both in different ways. they’re technically more powerful than you, but if you wanted to seduce(which you never intended, they became attracted on their own), you’d have them wrapped around your pinky in a move. well, you already kinda have them like that, but there’s a significant difference between you having intention to do this and not.

they can act mature and calm all day, they can be flawless for the cameras, but the second their brains register this girl lets us cum, they’re just losers, it’s years of suppressed sexual frustration and sudden access to a willing mouth. like sudden access. if this happened a little slower, maybe they would have themselves together a little better, maybe they would be more cool headed. but they’re not, because this happened fast, and that also turns them so on.

you’re in the middle of eating in your bed at 10:47pm when your phone buzzes. it’s jeongin. you just have him saved as in. almost was boss in, but you didn’t feel that funny that day.

in: hey y/n

in: sorry for texting so late

in: can u help me with something? it’s about banking stuff and transferring money. u always handle everything so well so i thought maybe u could explain it to me? i’m kinda lost lol

you stare at the message, food pouring out of your mouth, basically. it’s a lame excuse and you both know it.

you: sure i’ll come over quick.

same night, later now, you’re standing outside jeongin and chan’s dorm again. hm, the great memories here.

it’ll be quick. professional. just like the other times. help the boy with his “banking stuff” and go home.

jeongin opens the door looking nervous as fuck. he’s in a black hoodie and gray sweatpants, not because he’s calm like that, it’s because he knows that women find it hot, he wants to look good, he’s this simple with technique, hair messy. he’d been running his hands through it.

“thanks for coming.” he mumbles, not meeting your eyes at first, stepping aside quickly, eyes more on your body now that you’re dressed more casually. looks good on you. “sorry it’s so late.”

“hm, it’s fine.”

“uh, chan’s not home. yet. he’s working late.”

you know. he sent you home himself.

it’s tidier now than last time. you don’t know which of them’s hand was in it but whatever, you kind of know it’s because of you. so the place will look good in your eyes.

you walk in, he closes the door behind you. it’s new, that it’s just you and jeongin. you never had this place like that yet.

he gives an awkward little “uh” sound, gestures with one hand with the other pin straight next to him, then walks towards his room so you’ll follow him. you do.

in there he tells you to “uh, sit down.” waving towards his bed. okay.

you sit on the edge of it, looking up at him. he stays standing for a second, shifting on his feet, then he sits down next to you, hands clasped in his lap.

“so… about the banking thing.” you start gently.

“i lied.”

“hm?”

he rubs the back of his neck, typical boy thing to do. “i… i heard you. with chan.”

oh.

that’s immediately different.

your stomach does a little flip. this is just an apartment, not a castle. of course. you’d completely forgotten how easily sound travels in these places.

“i woke up to get water and… i heard you. both of you.” he needs to get it out before he dies of shame. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to listen. the walls are so thin and i… i couldn’t stop listening. i don’t know. yeah. sorry. i don’t know.”

you sit there for a second, processing. then you do what you do best, you turn into the nice one. the caretaker. reach over and gently put your hand on his knee. “hey… it’s okay. really. did it upset you? be honest.”

he shakes his head. “no. not upset. just… surprised. fuck, i’m sorry. this is so weird. you probably think i’m a creep. i’m sorry.”

you squeeze his knee gently, smiling a little. “i don’t think you’re a creep. it’s normal to feel a lot of things about that. are you mad at chan? or at me?”

“not mad at all.” he says quickly, looking at you, eyes wide. well, wide compared to how his eyes usually are. “i just… i don’t know. he didn’t tell us about that. he told us about when you… first… did it for him, but not about this.” he moans, covers his face with both hands. “god i sound so stupid right now.”

he’s so fucking hot. you remember how good he looked that one night in just boxers, little sleepy, way more casual than how he is now.

you rub his knee soothingly. “you don’t sound stupid. it’s okay. really. if you’re curious about what happened, then almost nothing more than the… ‘first’ time he told you guys about.” you still didn’t simply forget that he told them. fucker. “there was… shit, this is weird to say, little more physicality, but no… actual sex if you’re thinking that. calm down.”

he peeks at you through his fingers, so red. “you’re so nice. you always are. that’s part of the… problem.” talking bout some problem, he really just can’t get it out what he wants to say, that’s why he talks so… cringe would be the right word? no, well it doesn’t feel like that at the moment, but he’s gonna be wanting to sink into the ground from embarrassment the next day though.

“what’s the other part?” but you’re good at playing along, at moving at the same level they are when it’s needed. like you get second hand embarrassment from felix so many times but still have the chemistry with him.

he lowers his hands slowly, biting his bottom lip, muttering “that i really want what chan got. sorry.”

now he looks embarrassed and relieved to have said it out loud. his eyes keep going to your mouth, then away, he can’t help it.

good fucking thing you shaved this morning. you’d done it in the shower with this exact possibility in the back of your mind. so, not because you’re a hopeless slut, but because you’re selfaware enough to know that with this situation going on between the nine of you, at least one more was probably going to try his luck soon. so you were practical. responsible, even.

“if you want, i can help you too. that’s okay.”

“yeah?”

“yeah. and, y’know, this isn’t emotional. none of this is an emotional thing, i’m just… helping. same as with chan. same as with hyunjin. i don’t mind. that’s it.”

he nods quickly, he’s gorgeous. that’s the right word for this man, gorgeous. “yeah. yeah, i get it. just helping. i’m okay with that. really. yeah. yeah. yeah.”

“so like, don’t overthink. this is as casual as me giving you guys water. as casual as a cat on the street. as a shirt, as a recording, as a condom, as a—“

you’re saying more, mature, but he’s not listening anymore. he stopped when you said condom, did he hear that right? condom? thinking she’s already thinking that far?

“o-oh! yeah— condom, right— fuck, okay—” he fumbles across the bed, like a fucking baby deer on ice the fucking loser, nearly falling off as he yanks open his bedside drawer. digs through it fast, loud, and finally yanks out a foil packet. he throws it onto the bed, then practically jumps back into his original spot, chest heaving.

there we go. the condom is out in the open.

“relax, innie.” you chuckle. you’re breathtaking. you’re such a great woman, fuck.

he nods again. then, after a few seconds of nervous silence “um… eh, uh, can i… eat you out first?”

oh?

(of course he wants to. selfish at his core. he doesn’t just want to make you feel good, he wants to bury his face in your pussy, taste it, smell it, lick it. the only way it’s about your pleasure is his ego being built by making a woman feel good.)

“yeah, okay.”

his pretty mouth drops. he closes it. swallows. “uh… can i… move you? is that fine?” he asks. “i promise i’ll be gentle.”

you nod.

he gets up on his knees, hands shaky. he gently takes your waist and helps guide you further onto the bed.

“um… can you get on your knees for me? please?”

you do. you move onto all fours.

he makes a little “nhh” sound behind you. likes this, clearly. then he puts a hand on your upper back and gently pushes your chest down onto the mattress, leaving your ass up in the air. his touch is awkward. you’re his assistant, for fuck’s sake.

“like… like this? is this comfortable?” he asks.

“perfect.”

fuck his fucking life fucking now. fucking hell he’s horny.

his sheets smell like him and boy. you can feel him kneeling behind you, hands still on you.

“you look really pretty like this.” he whispers. “can i…?”

you answer with a “mhm” and by arching your back a little more, pushing your ass toward him.

“okay… okay.” he whispers, mostly to himself.

and then his hands slide up to pull your pants down. his hands are shaking. he pulls your pants down slowly, dragging them over the curve of your ass. what a pretty ass. when he gets them to your thighs he pauses, just staring. your panties look good on you. then he keeps going, tugging them all the way off your legs, reaching back up to get your panties too, now pulling the two down together. he takes both off completely. not for your comfort. definitely not. he wants them gone completely so nothing is in his way, so he can look at all of you without anything blocking his view. he wants full access. it’s for his ego, the satisfaction of having you bare and exposed for him, someone lower than him socially, financially, physically, nothing in the way.

once your lower half is completely naked, he’s just staring directly at your pussy. thinks it’s beautiful. suits you. so pretty, your soft folds, your clit peeking out, your inviting little asshole just above it all, cherry on top really.

“you’re so pretty.” he mumbles. thanks, mr this is all professional, we appreciate your love for women’s bodies here. his hands grab your asscheeks and gently spread you open wider so he can get an even better look.

“hm. thanks.” you whisper.

he’s shaking, really is. both because this is new, this is hot, and also because he’s so turned on. you can feel his breath, hot, uneven because he’s so full of nerves, on your exposed pussy.

he leans in slowly, and presses the softest little kiss on your folds.

then gives you a lick to start off with, flattening that breathtaking tongue, dragging from your clit all the way up, parting your folds.

he moans loudly into you. then he does it again, licks up again. and again. longer, wetter, dragging his tongue through every inch of your pussy. of his little assistant’s pussy.

he pushes his face in deeper, nose pressed into your entrance, shaking his head from side to side so his tongue rubs messily all over your clit and folds. sounds like pure sex, stomach flipping, slurping, moaning, the slick noise of his tongue lapping at you.

you feel good, really good, but you know this isn’t about making you cum. this is all for him. every moan, every lick is him stroking his own ego. he’s eating your pussy because he wants to. because he feels good in the fact that he has the girl who sucked off chan and hyunjin bent over on his bed with her pussy in his face.

he settles on his flawless flat little stomach on the bed. his hands spread your ass wider and he buries his face deeper, smearing your juices all over his mouth, nose, and chin.

he drags his tongue higher, experimentally licking over your asshole. it’s clumsy, curious, a little shy, but he likes it so he does it again, slower, circling the rim with the tip of his tongue while his hands keep your ass spread wide open for him.

but he goes back to your pussy. he’s obsessed with it. it’s pretty, cute, maybe even perfect, in his opinion. he pushes his tongue inside your entrance, fucking it in and out, feeling your walls flutter around him. fuck yes. pornographic. starts licking with licks that cover your entire cunt. long ones from clit to hole, smaller flicks right into your entrance, gentle sucks on your folds, lightly sucking on your asshole when he’s there.

but he’s not there much. he’s aaaall up in your vag, always going back there, now you can feel his nose bumping into your asshole as he buries his face deeper, tongue going back inside you, trying to reach as far as possible.

“mmh— good, good…” he mumbles into your pussy, voice muffled. he starts shaking his face in it again, almost aggressive, tongue all up in you, sucking you in.

he grabs your hips better and pulls you back onto his face, literally sitting you on him while he lies on his stomach a little more, arches his neck back better.

now your pussy is completely smothering his mouth. tongue fucking in and out of it, nose rubbing your little asshole as he makes you ride his face. has jeongin ever been happier?

his eyes actually roll back in pleasure. his chin keeps brushing your clit from below, giving you these random little almost nothing sparks of pleasure while his tongue works inside you. everytime he pushes his flawless tongue as deep as it can go, his nose pokes firmer into your asshole and he lets out these little blissful whimpers, manly moans.

he’s so into it. not focused on your pleasure beyond how it feeds his own ego.

his arms tighten around your thighs, pulling you even harder on his mouth. he’s practically suffocating himself in your pussy and loves it. so wet sounds fill the room as he laps and sucks and tonguefucks you, just… without any real rhythm.

and even though it feels really fucking good, you know that you’re not even close to cumming. because you know the truth too, that this isn’t for you. this is all for him. this is jeongin getting his fix.

he’s getting exactly what he wants. selfish.

he’s in heaven though. you feel him smiling into your cunt as he’s currently trying to probably, what, suck everything out of it?

mr wait until marriage is currently telling you “mmph— fuck— mmh—” as his pretty little mouth goes down to suck on your clit, his nose pressing straight into the source of your wetness now. laps at it, drinks at it, then goes back into your entrance to eat at that too.

he feels so good. never better. really. he’s eating the same pussy chan and hyunjin got. well, not really, innie, they didn’t get any actual pussy, but that’s not what he thinks about now. he thinks he’s as good as his hyungs now.

even though he’s even better, kinda. like, you wouldn’t let hyunjin do this. chan, hm, maybe, but you stopped that even at just grinding. well, that was because feelings and tension were clearly getting involved, but whatever. not the point. maknae gets pussy. others don’t.

maknae fucks that pussy with his tongue, that perfect muscle of his curling up, trying to scoop out everything he can get. then he pulls back, spits on your pussy (messy and loud), and pushes his face back in, sucking on your folds, licking up and over your clit, then moving up again to shove his tongue back into you. his hands spread your ass again, he lost grip. hurts. feels nice too. his nose keeps rubbing on your asshole, he seems to love that too, the way it twitches in his face.

it’s intimate. he doesn’t process it as that. he just processes it as pussy. you process it as something you get paid for. win win.

he pulls his tongue out of your hole and drags it up sensually, circling your asshole again. this time he’s less shy about it. he licks over the tight little muscle slowly, then presses the point of his tongue in it. he sucks gently on it too. that makes your whole body jolt.

makes you moan.

oh?

feels good. he’s doing great.

he almost cums from your moan then goes back to your pussy, he can’t stay away for long anyway. his tongue fucks back into your entrance, exploring that again, your walls, chin on your clit, his nose in your asshole. it’s overwhelming for both sides.

then his fingers join the party. he slides one finger into your pussy, pushing it in deep immediately(so he doesn’t gently work it in or anything, it just slips inside) while he pulls away to watch it. he moans at how warm and wet you are inside, loves it.

he adds a second finger quickly, pumping them in and out. no rhythm. not much pleasure from it, for you. plenty for him, for his little soul. just thrusting them in and out.

he was a horrible student, you can tell. back in sex ed he probably stared at the ceiling the whole time. everything he knows about eating pussy came from other guys bragging in the dorm, from porn.

he remembers the clit thing suddenly, women like that, right?

“oh shit— right.” he mumbles, more to himself than you.

his tongue finally moves down and finds your clit with an actual purpose now(right now he wants to feel like he’s as good as chan and hyunjin. he wants to prove he can make you feel good too, even if it’s mostly for himself). at least he hopes he does, he’s in the right place, right? (he is.) he sucks on it gently at first, then harder, why didn’t he think of this when he was there before, smiles on it when you moan. he likes to hear that. his fingers keep fucking into you during, curling awkwardly, searching for something he’s not even sure how to find.

but god, he really wants this. he wants to devour you. currently humping the bed under himself too.

having you bent over on his bed, face down, ass up, pussy dripping on his tongue while he fingers you, it makes his head spin. makes him crazy. confident. wild. he feels like he finally caught up to his hyungs. like he’s one of the big boys now.

he pulls his fingers out to spread your ass again with both hands, staring at your holes, then spits on your asshole and licks it again, pushes the tip of his tongue inside again, moaning into you. would die for this taste.

then he pulls away with one last little kiss, goes back to your pussy, sucking your clit again, taking his hands off your perfect little ass and pushing three fingers inside your vag this time, giving little “uhhn” sounds to your clit.

he pulls his fingers out just so he can shake his face between your legs again, smearing your wetness all over his mouth, nose, and chin. he’s loud with his breathing, the little noises.

he has a beautiful voice.

his tongue pushes back inside your hole, fucking you. his eyes roll back in pure bliss at the smell of you, your little asshole(made for him, in his humble opinion) right on his nose. this position is making him feel like nothing else.

each sound you make makes him more confident in himself, every gasp, every whimper, every shaky breath. this is good for his mental health, actually. he’s been through a lot, has been extra stressed nowadays too. this is just perfect now.

he pulls back, gasping for air, face shiny and flushed, lips swollen. his eyes are glassy, pupils so big as he stares at your dripping pussy. he’s in a trance. then dives back in. like so deep that you can feel his teeth, the way his jaw works. you can feel his slurping, feel the “mmh— mmh—” noises he gives into you. just takes from you, that’s what he’s doing.

he’s so fucking happy right now. he’s so proud of himself it’s pathetic.

but you’re getting tired of this shit.

it feels good, sure. his tongue is warm and feels funny and he’s hitting some nice spots by pure accident. but you know exactly that jeongin is using your pussy to jerk off his mental health. he’s just living out his fantasy of being “one of the guys.”

so you put on your best performance, which you’re good at, and start gasping loudly, thighs shaking around his head. your hand flies back, into his hair, and you tug gently, pulling his face away from your dripping cunt.

“woah— wait, innie, too much.” you moan breathlessly, making it sound like he just rocked your entire world. “fuck, you’re… you’re really good at that.”

he pulls back, panting hard, face shiny from nose to chin with your juices. his little lips swollen and red and open. he looks dazed. hit.

you sit up a little, turning your head to look back at him. “you’re gonna make me real tired if you keep going like that…” you lie sweetly, a little shaky like you’re overwhelmed. you’re not. “but what about you, hm? don’t you want to feel good too?”

his breath hitches. his eyebrows go up, a little cute, hopeless. a little fucker is what he is, oh you’d just kick him in the head now if it wasn’t about your payment.

“how about you lay on your back properly, and we finally get to that? let me take care of you.”

he’s so easy. he flips onto his back immediately, dear god he’s actually fucking hilarious, almost rolling off the bed in his hurry.

“y-yeah… okay.” he breathes, voice cracking with excitement. you’re seconds away from slapping your tummy laughing. “if… if you want to. you don’t have to—”

you push his head back down onto the pillow. smile charmingly at him. “shh. let me help you, boss.”

oh that name specifically gets him bucking his hips up once into the air.

you’re more than ready to move this along. “sit up for me maybe, that’ll feel better.” you murmur softly.

he whines, the pathetic asshole, scrambling up into a sitting position against the headboard, legs spread. this hoodie looks good on him with the sleeves pushed up. you just noticed.

you reach forward and hook your fingers into the waistband of his pants. the second you start tugging, jeongin lifts his hips, watching it with you how his cock springs free immediately, slapping up on his stomach. oh he’s that hard. basically ready to bust.

fuck, he’s prettily shaven too. just like hyunjin, smooth as a fucking pornstar. not a single hair around the base or on his balls. so he prepared for this too. it was worth it, he has a pretty dick. basically like chan’s just not as long(still more than enough to be impressive, especially on a guy like him, the airhead), beautiful and manly, makes you suddenly care about this whole thing a lot more. his balls are perfect too, like perfect, the little guys especially suit him, two nice, full, separate little balls underneath, which you can clearly see and appreciate individually. lucky boy.

you just can’t help the small huff that escapes you. it’s actually an amused sound, and you’re rarely amused. amused is a big word for you.

of course he’s pretty down here too.

just like hyunjin. pretty face, decent dick, and zero fucking brains between the ears. consistent, it is. the prettier they are, the dumber they get. it’s only natural, the universe giving with both hands is nearly impossible.

except when it comes to you. you’re perfect, of course. insert angel emoji that’s incredibly cringe to write down but fits here perfectly.

so basically him and hyunjin are the same. jeongin’s just the less intense and not that much of a brat version.

his cock twitches under your gaze, rock hard, he’s embarrassed by how obvious it is.

you reach out and wrap your hand around him gently, giving one slow stroke just for now.

he hisses through his teeth, thrusting up into your fist.

“mm, where did the condoms go?” you mumble sweetly, stroking him, looking around. you really mean it just playfully, you don’t actually plan on fucking hi—

the speed at which he moves actually embarasses hyunjin’s dancing skills. like he fucking lunges to the side, cock bouncing as he does, and snatches the condom packet from where he threw it earlier. wow, seems to know it perfectly where it was too. his hands are shaking so badly he almost drops it twice while trying to tear it open. instead rips it open with his teeth like an animal, so unsafe jeongin don’t do that ever again that’s irresponsible and dangerous to both parties, then quickly rolls it down his cock, so unbelievably clumsy.

even that looks hot on him.

when not fucking hilarious. he’s fucking hilarious.

the way his abdomen muscles flex when he sits up a little, the way his lower arm muscles tense as he smooths the condom down his pretty manly shaft, the way his pretty face is concentrated, twisting up as he bites on his lip while looking down, it’s so attractive. dumb boys with pretty bodies are like the top ten inventions on the world.

once the condom’s on, jeongin leans back against the headboard again, so beautiful chest rising and falling fast under that hoodie, the fact how built his chest is, how wide it seems under the clothes, is also attractive because it shows you he worked for that, fucking dumbass doing one smart thing at least, then looks at you with those big, desperate, boyish eyes.

his cock stands hard and wrapped, begging for your attention. soon, mini jeongin, soon. though the pretty balls under it makes you want to hurry up.

same guy you saw once only in his underwear. when you were with his roommate. who you also had some kind of sex with, also had naked like this, also had. but he was barefoot and jeongin still has his fuckass white socks on. whatever.

point is, now you want this too. not as desperately as he does, but sure, you’re down.

he whines softly, so beautiful, an angelic little sound even(hyunjin sounded even better), takes you off your feet almost, and reaches up with shaky fingers to tug gently at the collar of your shirt.

“please…” he whispers, cheeks so red. obviously hurt to say even out loud.

you tilt your head, looking at him. you’re so patient. so hot. “you want my tits?”

he nods. embarrassing and embarrassed.

you sigh softly, fondly, and start unbuttoning the top few buttons of your shirt. but leave it like that, you’re not in the mood to take anything more off. would be too intimate. so you instead reach in, pull the cups of your bra down, let your tits spill out over the top.

“oh… mhm…” he breathes, staring. he’s never seen anything so perfect in his life. (he has, it’s chan’s back, jeongin’s just too horny now)

you lean forward a little and gently caress the side of his neck with one hand, thumb stroking over his racing pulse.

his breathing stops.

“come here.” you whisper, straddling him, knees on either side of his hips. you reach down, wrap your fingers around his condom covered cock, and line him up with yourself.

you start sinking down. inch by inch. so slow. you could go fast but you’re in the mood now too, finally.

(acting like you weren’t also in the mood when you were grinding with chan and when, as painful it is to admit, when you were listening to that otherworldly asshole’s, hwang fucking hyunjin’s little moans while you sucked him off)

he feels good. you’re wet already anyway. condom has lube too, which you’re currently wiping off on his shoulder. jeongin doesn’t care, doesn’t notice, currently his head falls back on the wall, giving a little “aaahh…” to you, mouth open, eyes closing. his hands get on your waist, gripping, holding, wanting.

“fuck, you’re so tight.” he whines up into the air. thanks.

you let his brutally satisfying??? cock fill you up until your ass is on his smooth boy thighs. feels good, that he’s holding you up now, kind of. the knowledge that you’re sitting on him and you’re, kinda, safe. and oh yeah also that he’s buried to the hilt in you, stretching you nicely.

you let out a soft, pleased sigh, adjusting to the feeling of him, rocking a little, your body releasing dopamine now that your little cunt finally has something big in it.

for a bit you just sit there, full of him. jeongin turns his head back down to look at your taken out tits.

you start rocking first. nothing crazy, you’re good at what you do, good at sex anyway. his cock quite literally stirs in you. feels good.

movement makes your tits bounce gently. jeongin’s eyes follow them, he’s hypnotized, lips parted, soft little moans slipping out his pretty mouth.

“mhyeah, yeah, that’s good…” he mumbles.

“hm.” you answer to not leave him on seen irl and keep rocking, nice and slow, letting him get hornier, feel every inch of your warm, wet pussy sliding around his cock.

your hands decide to live on his shoulders, thumbs stroking his neck as you move. you’re sweet. good at this.

you let out these soft, sweet little sounds that make him a thousand times more into this, into the moment, and you start getting into it more. rising up a little higher before sinking back down, really riding him. smooth, sensual.

your tits bounce more noticeably, jiggling everytime you drop down on his cock. jeongin’s hands slide up from your waist/hips to cup your breasts, as much as it’s out at least, holding them, his assistant’s pretty boobs.

“oh my god, fuck, you feel so good.” he whimpers.

“thank you, innie. so do you.”

he moans. loud. his hips start thrusting up to meet yours, trying to fuck up into you. patience, maybe? no? okay.

you lean forward, pressing your tits closer to his face, and he take his chance, latches onto one nipple, sucking on it, moaning around it. it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. both his hands keep squeezing, kneading, mammal, animal while you ride him a little faster, a little harder. wet sounds of your pussy sliding up and down his cock start to come out. rhythmic. you’re way better at this than he is.

his head keeps falling back, then snapping forward again so he can watch your tits bounce and suck on them again. his teeth hurt on you sometimes, whatever, working is hard, and that’s what you’re doing now. now you just… enjoy it enough to moan too. or maybe it’s also the discomfort that your clit would like some friction too, but him inside is good too. really good.

not as good as for him though.

“ahh, fuck— oh my god.” his voice is high. he can’t control it. you’re too good. you’re perfect.

you grab his pretty face with one hand, the other is still on that flawless shoulder you’d love sitting on, like nothing sexual genuinely just sitting, men with shoulders like these are made to carry girls on them, anyways, and squish his cheeks together.

his lips pucker out like a fish, still swollen, eyes going wide as you ride him slower to focus on your words.

“do you know when chan’s coming home?” you ask calmly, still bouncing on his cock, like it’s nothing, dude.

“dunno, he alweady migh be homemmph.”

“shut the fuck up then.”

jeongin’s eyes roll back and he moans even louder. dipshit. he likes that. the meanness. the way you’re using him and he’s also using you.

but he really can’t stay quiet. he’s getting so close already, pathetic boy. his balls are all up in him already, his abs are clenching, thighs shaking and flexing under you.

and exactly when he starts whimpering “i’m close— i’m so close—” you sit fully on his cock, grinding in slow circles now, and he whines pathetically under your hand still squishing his cheeks.

“n-nooo, please, ah wass so closs.”

you wait until his breathing evens out a little, then start moving slowly again, taking him fully again.

he moans loud and relieved, head falling back. so happy that you’re riding him again, faster this time, tits bouncing over your bra which he’s too close to cum to pay proper attention to. why are they out then?

him not appreciating you enough is your exact reason to edge him again when he looks like he’s close, so you lift yourself up until just the tip is inside you, holding still.

his hips try to chase you. “fuhh—ffuck, no, no no no— i was right there, i was right there.” he tries to thrust up but you squirm away, clicking your tongue. that’s so hot. “pleassah need— ah, need t’cum— so baaad, so fuckin’ badh—”

you look down at him, squishing his cheeks together more once or twice just to watch him look cute, and sink back down slowly.

he cries out, head rolling around as you’re bouncing fast, letting your tits jiggle right in front of his face that he now looks at sometimes. still not good enough.

you let go of his face. need both hands on his perfect shoulders. now you can listen to him tell you “ahhgonna— mmh, fuck, y/n— so good so gooood— please lemmelemme i need, ungh— cum— pleasepleaseplease—”

you stop. you sit still on his cock, clenching around him rhythmically while he thrashes around underneath you.

his eyes are wet, whole face red, beautiful. “mmh, y/n, gonna—gonna, fuck, mommy— nowaitshit— please, ahh, huuh, fuckme, please— unghhh—” he has his teary eyes rolled back, mouth open, drooling a little. he’s so close it hurts, y/n, please.

“shh. be quiet. chan might be home, remember?”

he nods. “mmh, sorry, please, let me— want, pleaseeeee—”

pathetic.

that’s what he gets. that’s what he deserves for being a selfish asshole, and also because he works so hard and so entitled. so he gets this both for the good and bad.

fuck, he heard that edging feels good or whatever but this is his first time experiencing it. it’s brutal. torture. unbearable. he’s so going to thank you later.

“you wanna cum, jeongin?” you ask sweetly.

“yes, yes please iiii wanna cum so bad.”

“you sure?”

“yes, yesyesyes— please let me, i’m so close, so good, i am, please—”

you keep rolling your hips. “you really do?”

“yes, yesh, please i’m so close it hurts please let me cum—”

“you really need to?”

he’s so turned on. “yes yes yes please please please please i’ll do anything—”

“you want to cum?”

“yes—”

“you want to cum?”

“yes please—”

“you want to cum, jeongin?”

“yesfuckyes, ahh— pleasepleaseplease—”

“really?”

“i can’t hold it y/n pleaseeee—”

his whole body is shaking, hips jerking up desperately, trying to fuck you harder but you keep control.

you finally sigh. don’t stop your pace now. “sure, go ahead, whatever.”

jeongin’s eyes roll back, like he loses control of them, and he lets out the loudest orgasm you’ve ever pulled out of a man.

his hips jerk up, uncontrollable, burying himself as deep as he can while he shakes and thrashes and cries out. high, pathetic, beautiful moans, screams, cries. pretty face twisted in pure bliss as he keeps shooting load after load.

his balls pulse under your ass with every shot he delivers into the condom. it’s adorable.

his whole body convulses underneath you, abs clenching, thighs shaking, ass flexing up, fingers digging painfully into your waist as he rides out the longest, hardest orgasm of his life.

you gave that to him. his assistant. helped him out with this too.

you keep riding him through it. his eyes are rolled back, mouth open, drooling, completely fucked stupid. it takes almost thirty seconds before his orgasm finally starts to fade.

you sit down on his cock for a few more seconds, letting him catch his breath, then slowly lift yourself off him. he slips out with a wet sound, condom very full.

you stand up, not even mad that you didn’t cum because you didn’t expect to, whatever you’ll rub one out at home, pull your bra back up, button your shirt, pull your pants and panties back on calmly. fix your clothes.

all while that dumb little babe is lying there completely fucked out. it looks good on him, that hoodie pushed up, pants around his thighs, cock softening in the condom, chest slowly moving now, eyes closed.

you pat his cheek. your first idea was to give him a forehead kiss but that would be unprofessional(that would be?). “you did well. get some rest, okay? drink some water.”

he nods weakly, mumbling something that sounds like “thank you” but slurred.

“and don’t think too hard about it.”

“got it.” he whispers.

you check your reflection real quick in the mirror (you look mostly normal), and leave his room. a boyish room. suits him. kinda messy but not the clothes on the floor way, just lotta clutter. nice, in general.

chan doesn’t seem to be home yet. you pause at the front door, listening, but there’s nothing.

eh. you’re too tired to go back into the studio to check on him now. whatevs.

you close the door softly behind you and head home.

men. always so horny. always so loud. always leaving you walking home at midnight. but hey, at least you’re good at your job.

the next morning, jeongin is sitting at the small kitchen counter at their dorm, staring intensely into his little protein cereal. chan walks into the kitchen, still just waking up, oh how cute boys are just living together, and jeongin looks somewhere else. the ceiling, the floor, his spoon, anywhere but chan’s face. his leg is bouncing.

chan, mostly half asleep and shirtless still, scratches his stomach and opens the fridge. “morning.”

“morning.” jeongin says way too nonchalant, eyes glued to his cereal.

chan grabs his own shit, whatever men like these eat that are either forced on them or they torture themselves with it willingly, and sits down across from jeongin.

jeongin doesn’t look up.

chan raises an eyebrow. chews on his little breakfast. hot. “you good?”

“yeah. super good. everything’s great.” he shovels cereal into his mouth so aggressively he almost chokes on it. oh but didn’t choke on pussy yesterday.

chan chews slowly, watching him. “…did you break something of mine?”

“no.”

“did you mess up something?”

“no.” jeongin stands up, grabs his bowl, basically runs to the sink. “i’m gonna go shower.” he announces to the fucking wall. he can’t look his hyung in the eye. not after he spent half the night with his cock buried inside the same girl chan had on him a few nights ago.

chan sits there, completely lost. “…okay?”

jeongin speedwalks to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

channie baby(hopeless man just too tired mentally to be anything and anywhere else) hears the shower turn on. hm. okay. he mutters to himself “what the fuck is wrong with him this morning…” chan is typically the type to mutter to himself out loud. chan is like those dads who swear on their lives they don’t care about the series going on in the tv but still stand with specifically both hands on his hips behind the couch, eyes glued to the screen. he’s also like the dads who are fucking asleep and the milisecond you reach for the remote, he wakes up and tells you he was watching that.

anyways. he has no idea what’s up with jeongin.

yeah no but just again, these men know each other. can read each other like the word apple. it doesn’t even take three hours for them to figure out that jeongin is not his usual self, and they care about each other, so they’ll want to know what’s in his mind.

and about especially the fucking way he’s on you all day. during practice he “accidentally” bumps into you and lets his hand live on your lower back while smiling and apologizing. bitch take it off. during their lunch he sits next to you, eating, talking to you with his mouth full, really on you and really noticing that you’re the same as you were until now, that you don’t act different. he doesn’t know what to think of that. doesn’t like it, there’s this heavy feeling in his stomach. yeah, he doesn’t like it.

so soon the second you’re away filling their water bottles or just getting new plastic ones, they fly on his ass.

so they’re alone. han kicks jeongin’s foot. “yo, what’s wrong with you? you got laid?”

jeongin’s face loses all color.

felix is grinning. “nah, look at him. he’s glowing, bro.” bro. average men conversation, bro.

seungmin watches jeongin, standing next to him. his eyes are that low lidded type, like he has a straight face. “what’s up?”

changbin leans forward. he’s so cute. “what happened?”

“c’mon.” minho tells him.

hyunjin comes into jeongin’s face a little. “y/n?”

silence.

jeongin is fidgeting with his two hands. laughing. then not. trying to play it cool but failing miserably. “…yeah. we had sex.”

silence.

“she went down on you too??”

“oh— no, like, she rode me.”

…

..?

???

han screams “WHAT?! you?!”

felix turns away, throwing his arms up. “this is bullshit.”

hyunjin’s pretty face twists. “what?” now imagine that in the little beautiful voice of his.

changbin is covering his mouth. chan’s heart physically stops beating. minho’s eyes get BIG.

seungmin is impressed. smiling so wide. “how was it?”

oh jeongin gets brutally embarrassed that he has to say it out loud. like, he wants to, it’s just hard. what happened to allat he’s finally as good as his hyungs mindset? “it was… really good. she was really nice. uh… ate her out. uh, dude, i don’t know, it just happened.”

“how’d she taste?” “did you last longer than two minutes?” “did she moan?” “was she tight? tell me she was tight.” “you lucky little shit, i’ve been trying to get her alone for days—”

“i saw her tits and everything. they’re great.”

han actually falls on his knees.

they’re teasing. being boys. getting more information out of him as we’re speaking, he tells them the whole story. but they’re mad. like wdym jeongin got full sex? wdym you told chan no but let the little maknae dick you down? okay dick you down and you riding him until he was screaming are two different things, but he’s honest about what happened and the others fuck with it. anyways, wdym hyunjin got left with blue balls but jeongin had real sex? hyunjin wants real sex too. so mostly him and chan are the ones actually mad. the others are just jealous but whatever they’re friends and they love innie, no hard feelings. none of them.

and back then, some judged you for even just spending the night with chan. now, surprisingly, there’s none of that. a normal person would assume you’re an actual whore, but since they really want your services, they basically see the world though pink tinted glasses.

can’t be mad at you. you’re so sweet, so helpful, so innocent, so hot. y/n always helps them out. that’s just how the world goes, this was supposed to happen with innie. maybe is it supposed to happen with them too? they hope so.

later that afternoon, when everyone else is distracted with fuckwhat, chan pulls you into one of a smaller rooms, closes the door.

he’s trying to be calm, but it’s not working. “you slept with jeongin?”

“yes.”

he exhales through his nose, looking away, such a man, having his hands on his slutty hips. “why?”

you lean against a table. professional. mature. way more put together than he is right now. “because i wanted to, chan. it’s that simple. he asked. i said yes. same as when you asked. same as when hyunjin asked. it’s just helping, you know that. releasing stress. you all carry so much. i don’t mind being the relief when you need it.”

he’s… insecure? “but why him? after you told me no the other night. after you stopped us. you let him fuck you but you wouldn’t let me?”

oh. so that’s what this is abouuuut.

“what happened with him wasn’t special in that way. he heard us one night through the wall, exactly the night i stopped us. it was different with you, that was a different situation. you two are two different maturities. i thought you knew that too.” i thought you knew that too. why are you lowkey a good manipulator? “i like taking care of you specifically, if that’s what you’re overthinking about. but i’m not picking favorites. it just came like this. this isn’t driven by emotion, but the night i stopped us was. we both could tell, yeah?”

“…yeah.”

“yeah.”

why are you having the upper hand here???

he swallows, looking away. he looks gross. vulnerable needy little bitch. “so you don’t… feel anything when you’re with them?”

“not in the way you’re thinking.” you say softly. it matters how you talk to him now.

he’s quiet for a long time, processing. you’re so calm. so mature. so in control. it’s hot. it turns him on. finally he lets out a long breath and nods. “okay. yeah, you’re right. you’re right.”

you smile and pat his chest. “good. anything else?” oh that has a double meaning and both of you know it.

he watches you with big eyes. “…no.”

dumbass.

yeah. so that went down too. that helped you with seeing them more clearly now.

the more they get comfortable around you, the more they show what they can’t show the cameras. it’s hot, the tension, the secret, but now you see how they are, how they think. how much of the opposites they are from what they give out to the world. weird, confusing, toxic, selfish, traumatized, sexist.

hyunjin is one of the worst. he’s nasty. a bad man. he once told you women are naturally better at taking care of people, which sounds like a nice sentence at first especially said to a woman, but he means it in a way where your entire worth is tied to how useful and soft and fuckable you are. he expects you to drop everything when he calls your name. when you don’t jump fast enough he gets pissy. you’re a hole with nice hands to him. nothing more.

just again, him and jeongin are really similar. jeongin right now feels like getting his dick wet makes him manlier than his hyungs. he just basks in the ego high of i fucked her too.

felix is… you don’t see the side of felix where he’s sexist and kinda unintentionally mean. he doesn’t show you that. he’ll say shit like you’re so good at handling us but the subtext is always you’re so good at serving men. so there’s only under the surface things that you could notice. he doesn’t see you as a full person, he sees a walking collection of holes that happens to be nice to him and gives them what he asks for.

and han gets grabby and pushy when he’s horny. doesn’t really take in mind the fact that you have a personal space too and that you’re not just a worker for him. he’ll sling his arm around you, pull you to his lap without asking, basically is all on you. lucky that you like it, because he doesn’t care if you’re uncomfortable. he wants what he wants. c’mon just the tip final boss. a creep.

changbin is less aggressive than the others but just as selfish. he wants comfort. he wants to be taken care of. he wants your body, he wants a woman. now.

seungmin fully expects you to spread your legs when he decides it’s time. because to him you’re just useful. that’s what you are, a nice girl who can be used for his selfish dick.

minho… would see you as a woman if he cared about your personality, if maybe he got to know you as a person before a worker, if he was your friend, but he’s not. now he’s just an older guy who wants what’s between his assistant’s legs.

chan wants to be special, that’s what his fault is. he’s insecure, needy, sexist, and has a million other things to pay attention to, to top all this off. he’s unbelievably stressed. this is not good for him, but well… better as if there was no relief(the one you give) at all.

they’re all disgusting, pure lustbrained creeps who see you for your body, your services only. they don’t care about your feelings, they don’t ask if your jaw hurts after sucking them off, they don’t care if you’re tired or sore or tired from managing eight massive egos. they just want, want, want. more head. more pussy. more tits in their face. more of you dropping everything to service them.

they’re bitches too. under the idol image, they’re all entitled passive aggressive little shits. they complain about schedules, about each other, about management, about everything, but never about themselves. never about how they treat you.

you watch them live, just learn them when they’re busy. the way they bark your name when they want something. the way they expect you to laugh at their bad man jokes. the way they stare at your body. the casual sexism that slips out in “harmless” comments about women in the industry, about how “emotional” girls get, about how lucky they are to have a “chill” assistant like you.

it disgusts you.

you’re fascinated by it.

how quickly the fake act falls once they’ve had their dick in you. how fast thank you y/n turns into get on your knees y/n, how they go from sweer idols to horny, selfish boys the second they don’t have to act, to look good.

you like them for it, after all.

they’ve been told their whole lives that they’re special, that women exist to serve in some capacity, and now they got you dropped down at their bigass feet, competent, sweet, sexually available, confirming every disgusting fantasy they’ve ever had.

just again, felix and his fantasies. he’ll say something normal, seems like just a nice, an okay guy, all while he’s imagining you in some position he saw in a hentai at 4am. he wants to finally put it in something warm and living and woman and something that will make him cum. he wants you to call him daddy. to suck his cock while he plays his fucking games. he just wants and doesn’t want to give.

jeongin is just dumb. plain dumb. pretty face, nice dick, zero thoughts. he thinks getting to fuck you makes him cool, he tells the others about it left and right, he thinks he accomplished something instead of just being lucky.

hyunjin is mean. he wants to hurt you a little. he gets off on the power imbalance, that you are so much smaller than him, that he could fire you anytime. wouldn’t, though.

seungmin watches you always, when your back is to him. he just wants to fuck. like purely just wants some. he’s just… not entitled enough to do something about it. but he wants to. doesn’t know what to, though. and you’ve already had lots of the others, won’t he look pathetic? ugh, he can’t stand the thought of that. can only hope you see him attractive enough. wants you to. wants to play with you. make you like his voice, his body, his dick. personality is not important. who cares when you’re nothing more than a pair of tits and skill.

changbin feels like shit. already felt like fucking shit in general, then you came along, gave him hope, sucked hyunjin off. he’s not angry at you, of course, he’s not that dumb(so like if this situation was with seungmin and felix, if felix was in changbin’s potion then he’d be so angry at you too. but he’s not in changbin’s position, so) but he really wants some too, c’mon, everyone knows that. hyunjin especially!! so he’s a little angry at hyune now. that combined with living like this, the all time pressure, wanting to fuck bad and knowing who you want to fuck, makes him unreasonable too. he does crazy, dumb shit too. but that mostly comes out between him and the boys, so you don’t get much of that.

minho wants to dick you down but not urgent enough yet to ask. maybe in a scenario where he’ll get real needy but why would you be there, that usually happens when he’s at home. he thinks jisung will eventually start taking you home too, maybe then he’ll start opening towards you more. he already opens towards you lots, take him sitting with you and talking to you, simple staff btw that’s what you are, he’s just that attracted to you.

han just wants some attention too. he gets plenty of it already, but he wants your sexual attention specifically. your eyes on him, preferably in a scenario where he’s shirtless and you’re admiring him. he likes that little scenario lots. when daydreaming, his thoughts always come back to that. it’s his favorite. but… he’s not smart. we know that. so his kindness towards you comes from his want, not his pure heart. because he doesn’t value you. he just wants to fuck.

and we already know, chan wants to be your favorite, doesn’t matter if he likes that fact or not. he wants(craves, needs) emotional intimacy mixed with filthy sex and he doesn’t like that you won’t give him both.

or maybe he has to ask for that too? your job is to do things for them. ugh, no, not that easy. nevermind.

you see how they compete now. how they stare at you, follow you with their eyes. how they touch you more, really shooting their shots with the charm they learned over the years. they’re disgusting.

oh you don’t ignore any of this. you keep in mind every disgusting, selfish, sexist, lustful part of them that they have shown you so far. but you don’t care. you’re okay with them this way, this is just sex. work.

and they use that you let them act like this and accept them that way, since you enable their behavior, you let it slide. why wouldn’t you, you get paid for it.

yeah it’s a mutual understanding. during one long waiting period, you’re sitting on a couch with minho. you two are quiet, have been the whole time, you’re leaning forward to look through some papers on the table in front of you two, someone is talking to you, it’s all so crowded, fast, you feel his hand slide down your back… then lower… then he gropes your ass. like a confident squeeze. something a boyfriend would do.

you turn around immediately and he’s already looking at his phone, blank face, both hands on the phone. “sorry did you—“

“hm?” he asks. looks up at you with those big shining eyes, acting like he doesn’t know what you’re about to ask, like he’s just here and you mixed him up with someone. works well.

you stare at him. he stares back. you both know he’s lying. you both know he doesn’t care.

you sigh. look back to your business. the shit you let them get away with.

he bites his lip not to smile.

also, seungmin and felix living together means that they move such on the same frequency. they get each other so well, click immediately when they want to do something or the other does.

this was the explanation for how one afternoon, near at one of the closets you walk into to get something, they follow you. like not sneaky following, they’ve been having a conversation with you for about fifteen minutes now, so naturally they went with you, weren’t needed for work anyway.

now you’re completely talking to them, just holding whatever you came for. seungmin is in front of you, humming back to you, while felix is behind you pretending to reach for something on the shelf. dumb thing because what could possibly the princess need from there.

you feel fingers at your bra clasp, fumbling, clearly not experienced.

felix is trying to undo it one handed while seungmin distracts you with boring small talk about han.

they’re fucking hilarious, actually.

also can’t do it for shit.

you act like you don’t notice. the clasp doesn’t budge. lix gets frustrated, tugs harder, loses balance, grabs seungmin and yanks him to hold himself up. seungmin falls into felix. both of them fuck around, nearly knocking you over.

you close your eyes. smile. giggle. hear a loud “fuck—” from felix and a “yah—” from seungmin as they tangle into each other.

you turn around slowly.

felix is red. seungmin is pretending he wasn’t involved.

“you two good?”

“yeah.” they say at the same time.

felix mutters something about “the shelf was crooked” and stands up properly, fixes his clothes, hair. seungmin does about the same.

what does this result in? getting their egos hurt when they think they weren’t hot enough for you, didn’t impress you enough. that also can result from when they see one of the others impress you more(well, you’re not really impressed, but they think the other impressed you more because they thought the other did better than them).

hyunjin is big on that too. you make the mistake of smiling at changbin during lunch(because he said something genuinely nice, at least he can). hyunjin sees it from across the room and actually stomps. like actually fucking stomps his foot then barks “y/n. come here.” across the room

you get up, walk over.

he grabs your wrist and leans in. there was zero need for allat for what he’s about to ask for, but he’s beautiful doing it so it’s forgiven. “i want coffee. iced. two shots. oat milk. extra ice. and make sure it’s not watered down like last time.”

he doesn’t need coffee. he just saw you give changbin attention.

you nod sweetly(important that you’re sweet) and go get it.

when you hand it to him he takes it without a word, frowns down at it, then turns away with it. not one thank you said.

the others are just as childish. whores. literally, han hugs you from behind to hang on you. he’s fucking brutal like literally loosens his knees and hangs from you. “sorry y/n, i’m just so tired~” yeah suuuuure buddy.

remember how jeongin slapped your arm sweetly back when you were working with chan and he came out in underwear only? wait you know what he’s packing in those now. anyways. he’s doing those slaps now too, just to touch you, and they somehow always end up brushing the side of your tit. or “y/n i’m so sore from practice, can you massage my shoulders?”

and felix really only does this when no other staff is around, he doesn’t want a rumor to start now does he, but once or twice(exactly seven times) it already happened that he got behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder. breathing on your neck just because he knows women like that, if he’s tired too then one hand on your waist while he asks you about what you’re currently doing. transferring seungmin’s money, felix, transferring seungmin’s money. he asks you to do something similiar for him too later then leaves. he doesn’t want to. he likes your touch(to a level where liking your touch is more romantic than just lust) but he has shit to do and so do you. oh but when he’s free and you’re still busy then suddenly it’s not a problem—

once, once, minho put his hand on your thigh when you two were sitting next to chan in the rolling chairs while listening to han sing something out. chan didn’t notice, it’s not even about that, only you did. and him.

sometimes when you turn your head while on your laptop at one of the couches, seungmin is just staring into your soul. just looks at you, heavy eye contact when you look up. …hello?? he waves. oh okay hi.

and to top that off changbin has the audacity to come with “y/n… can you stay with me for a bit?” while you have a hundred other things to do and three of them is bringing important stuff to chan and exactly one is getting hyunjin matcha.

and chan wants to know that you still like him best. the fuck he so big for(wideness, not height) if he’s this small mentally.

you and him are sitting next to each other talking bout sum shit, well you’re talking, because he’s looking at you with the wettest most fuckable pathetic little kicked over no makeup eyes that his body is capable of. and he doesn’t mean to. he just gets so lost in his assistant that he lets you talk for minutes then has zero clue what you just said when you ask back. you hate that. like really actually do this is for real, go to work, chan.

they’re menchildren. spoiled. disgusting. needy. insecure. pretty. stupid. horny. evil. bitches.

yesterday for an example, you feel lix’s breath on your neck while he “helps” you carry something(not like anyone asked him to). and he doesn’t think that’s wrong. okay yeah, he feels it but only in the professional way, that the only wrongness about this is about his career. notice yourself, you fucking creep.

yes they’re this horrible. genuinely psychologically fucked up like how most famous people usually are.

age order now again, chan is deeply insecure and controlling. he needs to feel like he’s your main pick, like he’s special, like he’s the only one who really gets you(??? he’s weird). just because he was your first.

everytime you give attention to someone else it chips at his ego and he gets even sadder. and this man is already sad enough for most days, his life is living hell. typa guy who would cry after sex or get mad at you for not cuddling him long enough. leader complex, workaholic, abandonment issues, brutal wounds from his past. just great. oh you don’t wish a relationship with him on your worst enemy(sweet summer child y/n only if you knew how this fic will end…)

minho is blunt and dehumanizing on purpose. he sees you as a tool that happens to have a nice pussy. he’s a nice guy, sure whatever, is good for male friendship. would also be great for a romantic relationship with a woman but he doesn’t want any of that right now, right now his main focus “romantically” is you and your body.

changbin wants love and care from you while giving nothing back. selfish. so so so selfish but he’s also a really easy man. means you could have the upper hand here if you wanted it, but you don’t. you don’t fucking care as long as you get paid and get to have sex.

hyunjin has no empathy, that’s what his problem is besides being an average man, which means there’s evil in his heart. he gets off on power and degradation. he wants to hurt your feelings a little, wants to make you feel small so he feels bigger. classic narcissist with a god complex.

han is aggressive. he uses “playfulness” as an excuse to grope and grind and push. he’s emotionally immature as fuck. he thinks being loud and energetic towards you makes him charming when really he’s just exhausting. you liked him better when he wasn’t interested in you, when he was more real, when you saw him stare at his phone and look unflattering. then, you were even a little attracted. you like it when men are real. now you know what he wants.

felix is just an… average degrading porn watcher. yeah we’re really dragging it back to porn here so let’s ignore how significant it is to the way he acts, he’s dumb to start off with. this can be told by anything, really. a man that dumb could see women in a nice light, he does too, just not enough to respect an assistant who gives her body out.

seungmin is fine with staring at your ass, for now. he only understands people he loves, people he wants to understand. he can only feel empathy for them. so there is no reason for him to care about someone such low as you are, since you’re just staff. that’s all you are.

jeongin is just dumb. painfully dumb. classic pretty but empty. zero emotional intelligence. getting his dick wet makes him feel like a man. and he doesn’t understand boundaries. he just wants more, more, more, he cannot get enough of you, the idea of you.

they’re all menchildren. bitches. on you. constantly. they want attention. they want your hands giving care to them(your job btw). they want your mouth(not your job). they want your pussy, they want you to look at them with love and acceptance while they treat you like an object, they want you to be at their feet the second they snap their fingers.

jeongin is, obviously, like the worst now. ever since you fucked him he’s been glued to you. clingy. he’s too inexperienced with relationships that have worklife in them at some point, too dumb, too attached. he’s waiting for you to drag him into the nearest room again and doesn’t get it when it doesn’t happen. like… he hopes you want him. oh, you must, he ate you out so good. made you cum like, what, three times?(not even once) but oh what if you don’t like him..? oh no…

he’s is still in the honeymoon phase of i had sex with someone new, and it shows. he obviously feels a lot even though it was made clear that no feelings involved. he’s just not built for that and went into it too easily because he was horny at the moment. now look where that got him, he stares at you during the day, when you’re talking to chan about something, when you’re bringing the others things, when you help at practices, the others have to scream at him to pay attention. you give zero reactions to those, you, the fucking assistant is more professional than him.

the others are pissed. jealous. but can you blame him. blame them. they’re traumatized. fucked up. probably not fixable at all. years of torture, brutal training, sleep deprivation, constant criticism, their worth supposedly only as good as their last comeback, having their bodies and faces and voices taken as products which all need to be perfect. no fucking human is perfect. and they all push through pain, through illness, through burnout because stopping means disappointing millions and losing everything they’ve sacrificed for. it’s brutal.

they’ve been conditioned since they were teenagers to ignore their own bodies, their own minds, their own needs. like feelings are totally weakness(plus they’re men, feelings are much harder to express for men). vulnerability is girly. rest is laziness.

and you get it, you get why they need you now, why they all jumped at the chance of you.

they get prettier and emptier. praised and worshipped but never truly known. surrounded by people but deeply lonely.

you understand why they’re like this. you don’t want anything from them except their cum and their temporary peace. they want that.

deep down, even if they’re not conscious of it, appreciate it. your actions, selflessness and care means so much to them, they just don’t know it, could barely tell even if someone pointed it out for them.

so yea you’re still down to fuck, you don’t care how fucked up they are because you’re not gonna date them(again, only if you knew what awaits you at the end of the series) sometimes letting them use your body is the kindest thing you can do for them.

and oh bin has been having enough of hyunjin lately. he loves him so much, they’re literally each other’s top people, but no doubt that they get irritated at each other. these are usually little phases. now there’s a hyunjin irritates changbin phase. it’ll pass, whatever, they all do, but it’s still ongoing now. so when you overhear hyunjin telling someone during lunch that he’s sleeping over at his parents’ house tonight, you already know what’s coming.

and what’s coming? changbin finding you in a hallways while everyone’s packing up.

“y/n, hey, uh, are you free tonight? my dorm. hyunjin’s gone for the night, i know you two… yeah. i… i could really use some company. if you want.”

you understand perfectly. he’s asking for the same thing the others have been chasing, relief.

“yeah, i’ll come over.” knowing he wants to bury his face between your legs or cry in your arms or both.

because at the end of the day, these are just men. disgusting, traumatized, horny men who never had the chance to learn how to ask for help the healthy way.

men are already shit at that, now combine that with the way these live. so they ask with their bodies. with their dicks. with their neediness and their selfishness and their ugly little egos.

you let them. someone has to. you can handle it. you’re fine with it. you’re always fine with it.

so hours later, you end up at his and hyunjin’s dorm again. oh how much better the atmosphere is when hyunjin is not here! (he’s actually a pleasant company if you two are friends. but you two are not)

changbin holds the door open for you like a proper gentleman, okay wow thanks, stepping back with a small, shy smile. looks good on him. or more likely, knows how to use it.

“come in… thank you for coming. really.” oh he’s so much better than hyunjin was. “do you want water? or tea? i can make coffee if you want something warm. or… there’s juice? or snacks? i bought some fruit earlier—”

“i’m okay, really. thank you though.” you shake your head with a pretty smile.

he hovers as you walk further inside. though he knows it’s not your first time here. fuck. but the dorm is neat, much neater than chan and jeongin’s place.

changbin waits until you sit down on the couch first, then sits next to you, leaving a respectful gap between your bodies. his hands in his lap, fingers playing with themselves. he’s visibly nervous. first time having a hooker over or whatever.

he clears his throat. “so… how was your day? i know it was long. you were running around a lot again. i saw you.”

you lean back a little, getting comfy, crossing your legs. “it was fine. same as usual. how about you? you seemed tired during practice.”

“yeah… it’s been like that lately. y’know, we have lots of things to do.” you do know, you do some of them for them.

“yeah. you’re doing great though.”

he chuckles, looks away, rubbing his thigh.

“tell me what’s been going on with you.”

he exhales. poor boy. “it’s just… everything. and the others get in these moods where nothing i do is right, and then at night i can’t sleep because… my brain won’t turn off. it’s all just a lot now.” he’s trying his best, communicating. men aren’t good at that, expressing their feelings, we know that.

“i have no idea how tiring it could be to be you. i just run around, that’s what i can tell you about, but for you… it’s unbelievable to me.”

“oh, no, heh, you’re—“

“you’re so good at what you do, boss.”

he looks at you. his mouth is open.

oh that boss was so perfect right now.

suddenly your knees are touching. then your thighs. his hand is on your waist. you turn toward him and he meets you halfway.

the kiss is very… adult. deep, hungry. he kisses good. and—oh he’s already using tongue. now that’s what you like. no fucking around, and he’s confident now(must have remembered how amazing he is again, your words helped him too), one hand cupping the back of your neck while the other pulls you closer.

his heartubeatuh, horribly overused and unfunny joke but couldn’t miss it, is so fast, so fast that he notices it. but his main focus is on your mouth, on you. he gives a relieved sound when you kiss him back just as eagerly, sounds so good. you two match so well.

he pulls back. well, that was quick. oh wait no he has something to say. “you’re… really good at that.” he whispers.

you smile, biting your bottom lip on purpose. “so are you.”

“uh, listen, i don’t want you to feel like you have to. if you don’t want this, we can just talk. or watch something. i don’t want to be like the others who—”

“i want to.” you squeeze his knee. he feels it. “i’m here because i want to be. because i like helping you feel good. because i like you, changbin.”

“oh—okay then. thanks.”

the kiss picks up where it left off. this is different from the others, with chan it was heavy and emotional, for him. with hyunjin it was pure human nature. with jeongin it was clumsy and so horny and just wanting to stick it somewhere already. with changbin… it’s actually pleasant. sweet, for your soul too for once, not just theirs.

you kiss him harder, sucking on his tongue, and he whimpers, let’s fucking go. you’re more confident now, that can be told easily by anyone who knows you. but luckily, these men don’t know you. can’t tell that you know they all want you. you know you can have any of them you want, whenever you want. that you might even be an… addiction? in development? well it wouldn’t get nice for their mental health to get addicted to something now, but what can you do about it? nothing.

you lean away, he thinks you’re just getting air, but then you start kissing down his neck. oh his dear god yes please. open mouthed, wet and hot kisses at first that makes him let out a loud exhale, head tilting to the side in pleasure, not even consciously.

the second your teeth graze his neck, when you start lightly nibbling on him, he gets goosebumps so visible, running down his arms. he shivers, arches, gets so hard in his pants.

“ah, fuck…”

you take his encouragement and do it again, nibbling on his neck, then going up and sucking gently under his ear.

his skin is so sensitive, so reactive. every little bite makes him twitch and whimper and smile and squirm around. the thought of rubbing your hip(that he’s still holding onto) crosses his mind, but then your tongue on his neck makes him moan and the thought of doing something for you too passes quickly.

he’s relieved someone is finally taking care of him for once. he’s so selfish. he’s under so much pressure. he deserves this. he deserves to be selfish. to have a pretty girl kissing his neck, and lower, soon.

you slide your hand down between your bodies and start rubbing him over his jeans. that’s what we meant by lower, soon. because he deserves this too.

he’s so hard. feels nice. you rub on him slowly, and binnie’s head falls back on the couch with a loud moan, hips pushing up into your hand.

he’s so responsive. every little squeeze or grope or stroke makes him turns his head around, eyes closed, blissed the fuck out. every time your teeth graze his skin he moans. he’s so hard it has to hurt.

you nibble on his neck, finding a what looks like a pretty sensitive spot.

“please don’t stop.” he breathes. “i… i really need you tonight…”

“i’ve got you. just relax.” and he does. he melts under your hands, moaning softly. “can i take your pants off, changbin?”

he nods so fast. “yeah, please, you can take everything off if you want.”

he looks down at you undoing his belt with huge eyes, you’re doing better with this belt than you were with hyunjin’s, it’s away in a second. button, zipper next. his cock basically calling your name.

he lifts his hips when you get to actually pulling things down. when you start tugging the jeans down only, he grabs his boxers himself and pushes down those too. oh, look at that, a cock. hello. his hands are shaking a little as he pushes them down his thick thighs.

hm. shaved for you. he looks nice. exactly what you’d expect from a short buff asian man. so a fat dick, basically. maybe around five inches, and holy the girth.

you wrap your hand around it. mhm, yeah, approved. his balls hang nicely too. a great package in general, looks like it would stretch you open so fucking good.

you hum softly in approval(that hits his heart so good). start stroking him as much as you can with no anything lubricanting involved.

changbin’s head falls back on the couch again with a moan, mouth open, eyes closing. “ahh, fuck… your hand feels so good.”

he’s so unbelievably sensitive. you like that.

you let a little spit drip on him to work better, now your hand slides on, with the foreskin and not afraid anymore to yank it too hard(you’re always scared of hurting dicks accidentally like this, they look so fragile:( ), now every stroke makes his cock twitch. feels good, how hard the cute little thing is. men just having things hanging between their legs is so cute.

when you twist your wrist at the head he whimpers, hips jerking up into your hand, head falling forward. some pre leaks from the slit that you can work with, it’s nicer to pull the skin up and down and around with that. you spread the pre around with your fingers, rubbing slow circles over the so so so sensitive head.

“y/n— shit, you’re so good at this…” and he’s heard about it too and still didn’t expect you to be this good.

you two actually look so cute from the outside if we ignore how erotic it is. you stroking him, sitting next to him, looking down at his fat cock disappearing into your fist over and over. cuties. plus, you’re unbelievably good at this and you know it. you squeeze perfect on the upstroke, thumb pressing under the head on every pass, occasionally spitting into your hand to make it even wetter. now it starts to give sounds too. it’s blessing your ears.

so far, great sexual experience. you’re gonna start grading these guys. he’s doing best so far from them, kinda.

it’s even cuter from the outside pov that he’s absolutely losing his mind beside you. his head keeps falling back, then snapping forward again so he can watch your hand working him, then to the side to bear with the pleasure and the emotions that come from finally getting this by someone else. his mouth stays open, moans, whimpers, stomach flexing all the time, whole body of his so honestly reacting to what you’re doing for him.

you lean down and give the head a slow little lick, then another but now swirl your tongue around the fat tip, as long as you don’t pull it back into your mouth you won’t feel the taste so it’s fine.

changbin lets out a loud whine. yeah that’s it for not taking your tongue back into your mouth because now you want it too, so to start off with you take just the head into your mouth, sucking gently while your hand keeps stroking the (thick) shaft. your jaw stretches. so does your back, having to sit next to him(you scooted over a bit) and leaning down to suck him off. you bob your head slowly, taking a little more each time, while your hand works the rest of him.

changbin puts his hands into your hair, gathers all of it, then holds it up in a pony with one hand, the other going down to your back. no particular reason, that’s just where humans would usually put their hand.

you pull off with a pop, fuck it sounds so hot it makes his tummy flip, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock, and look up at him while you stroke him fast. “you’re so thick.” you murmur. “feels so good in my hand.”

he brings up the hand on your back to cover his lower face with, lower arm over his chin. part insecure about it, part just normally being affected by your words. “don’t say that i’ll cum too fast…”

you smile and lean back down, taking him deeper into your mouth, relaxing your throat so you can take more of him.

then you continue to suck him, bobbing your head, letting spit run down his shaft while only your fingers are around his base now. his moans pick up but louder.

it’s too easy. he’s so reactive, so sensitive, making him feel good is the easiest so far. an assistant’s job is to help, right? and right now changbin really, really needs help.

he’s also a natural in holding your hair back, so good at it, not pulling, not pushing your head down, just holding your hair in a loose little ponytail so it doesn’t get in the way. his grip moves with your head, picked the rhythm up you’re stroking him with.

oh he’s the male ever. but also, you struggle. your jaw starts to hurt after just a few minutes of sucking something this thick. the muscles burn, your lips feel stretched and sore and big, and everytime you take him deeper(which he always rewards with a little whine) you gag. your nose runs a little. your eyes water.

you have to pull back sometimes just to breathe, gasping, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock while you stroke him with a slick hand. at least the smell of dick is not that strong in this position. well, you gladly deal with any men’s cock and balls smell if he’s hot enough, and changbin is hot enough, but still your nose having fresh air in it makes this a much better experience.

he doesn’t mind you stopping, if anything that’s what makes this perfect. helps him last longer too. always gives him a little time to breathe and turn his head around.

and he feels wanted. he feels desired. he feels like a man. he can barely think. could not care less about you stopping a few times because you need it.

he doesn’t taste particularly good. your throat constricts, trying to keep out whatever the fuck you’re shoving down on it now. you gag, an ugly gluck, spit runs down his shaft and over his pretty balls. his eyes roll back at the sound of that. your jaw hurts. your neck is starting to hurt from the angle. your eyes are watering so badly tears run down your cheeks.

but you push through, relaxing your throat as best you can, crossing your toes and whatever else tips you’ve heard for killing a gag reflex, taking him until your nose presses to his skin. there we go.

you gag. pull back, swallow around him. his whole body moves, arches, reacts above you. you circle your tongue around the fat head. he whimpers. you stroke the thick base with your slick hand while sucking the head. he throws his head back and humps his hips up.

you pull off for a bit to breathe, gasping, panting, coughing and every other colleague, strings of spit and precum connecting your chin to his cock.

you look up at him, your pretty eyes wet and red and tears running down from them, lips big, shiny, while your hand keeps stroking him.

it’s intimate, how he stares down at you.

the eye contact, in general.

his pretty face is red in the cheeks, lips parted, eyes half lidded(hottest thing a man can do with his eyes) as he stares down at you. his luring chest is moving fast, nipples hard and poking his shirt.

“you’re… you’re incredible.” he whispers. that was the only word he could find in this state really, and he’s right, you’re no less than incredible.

“thank you.” you take him back into your mouth, sucking harder this start.

your jaw is really starting to ache now, your throat hurts, but you keep bobbing your head, stroking the base or massaging his balls(oh that’s new, he closes one eye at that, grimaces in pleasure, and his eyes roll back).

his hand in your hair pulls, not even conscious that he’s doing it, holding your head in place as his hips start fucking into your mouth. not like, fucking, just tiny little pumps. because he’s so close.

and you’re going to let him cum. because that’s what good assistants do. they help. assist.

yeah he didn’t last long. you didn’t expect him to, though. his moans turn louder, higher, sweeter. “y/n, ahh— i’m— i’m gonna— fuck—”

changbin’s whole perfect body locks up, back arching off the fucking couch as he cries out the longest moan he has probably ever made. his eyes are closed in focus on his body, brows furrowed, his hips jerking up in tiny little thrusts as ropes of cum shoot on your tongue.

the taste is bearable. not as bad as chan’s or hyunjin’s was, you managed to swallow their loads too, but changbin’s is easier. you don’t have to gag it up here or hold anything back, it’s a little bitter but you can swallow it while still sucking on now just the head.

he keeps moaning through it. it’s so cute. his balls pulse visibly in your hand, contracting with each shot, emptying everything he’s been holding in for god knows how long.

when it ends he slumps back on the couch. chest moving fast, eyes closed(means he trusts you), lips open, trying to catch his breath, to adjust to the brutal orgasm he had.

you pull off slowly, swallowing what’s left in your mouth, gently stroke him through the aftershocks until he whines softly from the overstimulation, his hips squirming around.

then you stop, sit up straight, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, looking at his pretty face.

he opens his eyes. looks in front of himself. breathes. looks back at you with big eyes. dazed. “thank you. seriously. i don’t even know what to say.”

you lean in and kiss his cheek softly. even that’s professional from you and he can feel it, holy shit. “mm, you’re welcome.”

how that little kiss makes his heart react.

he laughs a little, shy, embarrassed, rubbing his face with both hands. “i lasted like… two minutes. i’m so sorry.”

“don’t be. i didn’t expect you to. you’ve been really stressed.”

and see how much nicer it is to talk to him? the others should sit down with notebooks and start writing.

“you’re really good at this. really. thank you.”

you chuckle(it’s a good technique, giving him only that) and stand up, stretching your legs. your jaw aches. your throat hurts like he poured boiling water down on it. okay that’s maybe an exaggeration, but anyways, for some reason you feel satisfied. just like when you were with chan for the first time. the second time with him, hyunjin an jeongin, weren’t satisfying at all. hyunjin was hot but didn’t make you feel fulfilled, only grew your ego. jeongin? pffftt don’t even start.

“thanks. i’m gonna go drink some water real quick, okay? stay here.” you ask in such a pretty voice.

“yeah, of course. take your time.”

you go to the kitchen, get yourself a glass of just lukewarm water, sip it slowly, staring at the fridge.

this was much better than the other experiences you had so far. less… chaotic. he’s genuinely sweet, even if he’s still a selfish man underneath it all. they all are. they take and take and take, but at least changbin was a pleasant experience. he’s naturally like that, maybe, but he would still deserve this release if he wasn’t.

when you come back to the living room, he has pulled his boxers an jeans back up(didn’t bother with the belt but has his jeans buttoned) he hesitates, then asks shyly “um… can i… do something for you too? i really want to make you feel good. if you’ll let me. i’m down for anything.”

what the fuck? one of these eight selflessly offering something? you’re genuinely touched. this really made him bigger in your eyes, and the cherry on top was his i’m down for anything, you actually feel, what? respect? maybe.

but you shake your head anyway. “not tonight, i’m really tired. i should go home and sleep. but thank you for offering. that was really sweet of you.”

“yeah, of course. i understand.” he looks a little disappointed, the actual fuck, but nods, respectful. okay daddy???

and you can tell he means it. he wants to return the favor, not just because he thinks he should or he wants to get something out of it(“i’m down for anything” anything has just going down on you and not getting anything from it in it) but because he’s attracted to you.

and i’m boutta fall off my chair he even walks you to the door like a gentleman, your best experience of a man following you to this door so far khm khm hyunjin trying to get some khm khm, and changbin wishes you would’ve stayed longer.

“thank you y/n, uh, thank you, stay safe, bye, thank you.” oh he means it.

the way he closes the door after you step out is gentlemanly too.

another one down. best experience so far. (chan would be punching his pillow if he knew about this)

changbin feels incredibly lucky. like unbelievably. more lucky than anything. his brain is releasing lots of good shit right now, bonding him harder to you, making him feel chemistry. he feels lighter from the orgasm too. this came really good for him now.

he knows most men in his position never get this, a beautiful, competent, emotionally intelligent woman who sees them and him this disgusting and still chooses to comfort them with her body and her kindness without asking for anything in return.

you’re actually an impressive woman. not just for your sex skills, but also for how you perform the next day. like nothing happened. you’re so good.

that’s nothing to hyunjin though. in the morning the second you walk into the practice room he waves you over with two fingers(this bitch), takes his little iced coffee from your hand. you always come with his iced coffee.

“morning, y/n.” he says, taking a sip. “you look tired. late night?” he stands next to you, both of you watching the other boys and some staff fuck around in the room, shoulder to shoulder without the shoulders actually touching, but really it’s because he doesn’t let you go. so he’s looking around the room, breathtaking. he smells good, expensive, luxury.

“mm.” you have minho’s coffee in your hand too, but he’s not here yet. “went to sleep just fine.”

“really? you’ve been busy lately.” he murmurs, looking around to make sure no one’s listening too closely. “helping a lot of people, huh?”

you just smile sweetly. “that’s my job.”

he huffs, a tiny little laugh, oh he wants you bad.

chan looks over at you. gives you an awkward hand raise. you wave back. hyunjin whistles next to you, seeing it. oh you want to hit him. but maybe… maybe in the playful smacking way now and not actually to death with a microphone.

meanwhile chan’s big mind is all why him and not me? why did you let jeongin inside you? it’s torturing him. poor thing.

changbin… acts really casual, good job baby. he’s a great actor. hyunjin standing next to you can’t even tell that anything happened last night at the very couch he sometimes beats his meat on.

he notices that changbin keeps looking at you with these grateful, almost lovesick eyes, but thinks it’s just a crush or whatever. sees that changbin wants to talk about something, assumes it’s for work.

oh his eye does twitch at jeongin giving you an enthusiastic little wave, though. also twitches at how sweetly you wave back. ugh, calm down, lovebirds. (you two are not even close, hyune)

later through he day even he’s not the only one fed up with jeongin being on your dick. han actually had to step in once with a “bro, come on, stop. sorry y/n.” but they love jeongin. so they tolerate it.

and it makes you bigger in their eyes, how you don’t react much, stay as professional.

okay now you got these four. already had four of these dicks in you, great.

and when i say the other staff has been noticing some shit. because the boys getting used to you isn’t subtle or in development anymore, how could it be? eight grown ass men, millionaires, grown fucking adults with international lives suddenly getting all close and friendly with their assistant.

for an example, you’re standing around checking shit for the boys when minho comes up to you, hums as a greeting, oh he loves to hear how formally you always (have to) greet him back, and he wraps both arms around your right one, and leans his entire weight on you. like a little standing up nap. you’re holding him up.

some older female staff walks by, does a double take, you give her a tired little shrug like what can i do? minho closes his eyes. grown man.

let’s not even mention the han bounce him incident.

or felix, because they know they can let themselves get comfortable with you and the staff’s job is to help them and not judge them so he’s supposed to do fuckwhat he wants, during something you have to watch over he walks up behind you, puts his chin on your shoulder, arms around your waist, sighs. “so tired.” he mumbles. stays like that for about ten minutes, silent, actually enjoying your body on his without the sexual way(though that’s why he came), later gets bored and wanders off. knows that other people from the outside view it as platonic.

other people also see how clingy jeongin is when you’re there, or helping him with something. ever since you fucked him he’s been unbearable. when you stand up to throw seungmin’s trash away jeongin tells you “don’t go far.” grown man. the other staff keep exchanging looks. figure he got attached in a platonic way. pfftt.

and oh, ooh, OOOOH when hyunjin the little whore sat in your lap. acted like it was joking around, as if he sat in one of the other guys’ laps, that unserious, but the way he spread his thighs and leaned back on your chest and got sleepy told a different story. he stayed there for a while, wiggling occasionally, until you finally pushed him off. pushed the guy off who’s dick you had in your mouth. let’s consider that you, someone this low compared to them, have the knowledge that you can push them around and no negative consequences will come meanwhile staff are supposed to obey to anything, is a huge word. you made this spot for yourself.

chan is not that touchy in front of people, thank fuck. so the staff has no business seeing any signs of attachment on him. that’s great.

changbin stops following you on the halls. no negative reason for that, absolutely not, it’s actually positive, he’s a little nervous. little bitch. you just sucked his dick so good that he’s thinking about you lots nowadays. doesn’t mean he completely doesn’t interact with you, like during one break he rested his head on your shoulder while pretending to look at your tablet, what you were doing on it. awww, okay binnie. but still, for now he’s still a little shy. like how does he even keep up a long conversation with you after that??

and oh seungmin hugged you after a bad day. not a quick little hug that would be like a bro hug with the others. more of a colleague hug, but he still wanted your body on his. he came back from a solo whatnot looking drained, saw you in the hallway, walked up, mumbled a hi, wrapped his skinny arms around you, face buried in your shoulder.

you hugged him back, rocked, bounced him a little. you’re good at this too.

and… people don’t usually hug him like that, adult people don’t usually hug like that, we’ve grown out of it, of giving these comforting hugs with the bouncing and rocking that we give to upset children, so it felt extra nice to him, extra comforting.

he held you tight for a while before pulling away and muttering “thanks” and raised his hand to another staff member walking past after he left you there. his dick is important to him but so is physical reassurance.

separation anxiety. not just from each other, they’ve always had that, years of shared trauma and just getting along in general and whatnot, but now it’s spreading to you. you make them feel safe in their skins. you don’t judge, you don’t demand, you help. you let them be what they can’t be to the public. so now they get… twitchy when you’re not in sight.

they need you, and that’s cute. or well, way cuter than the way they dgaf about your feelings.

the other staff have started with the “did you see how close she got with stray kids?” “han was in her lap again. bouncing. he’s twenty five.” “hyunjin rested his elbow on her shoulder, is he even allowed to do that?” “jeongin is on y/n all the time.” “what’s with the new assistant and bang chan going into rooms all the time and him coming out looking weird? are they fucking?” they don’t understand it. but they don’t say anything, the boys are the money makers, the ones who pay everyone’s salaries. you catch some looks but who cares.

and fuck’s sake boys, this is a workplace. a high pressure, multibillion dollar company, right? and you let them live their needs out. now it’s not just them being inappropriate, you’re actively enabling it. you’re also in the fault here, not just the boys taking advantage of you, because you consciously let them.

it’s unprofessional, wrong, ethically. legally. morally. if this ever got out, the company would put it as you seducing them. you’d be the villain, the slutty assistant who corrupted her innocent idols. you’d get fired, a case of inappropriate relationship with staff, even though they’re the ones initiating.

you’re the only woman in their close circle, it’s a massive power imbalance. you’re paid to be here. they’re your bosses. you’re under them. they’re so bad here. you’re not a saint either, but c’mon, we can all see the level of where you stand on the inappropriate scale and where do they.

well, but who cares, you take dick! changbin has been really worked up about his turn lately too. he feels really good. and so full of feelings. and he can’t keep it to himself.

what does that look like? it looks like him sitting next to han in one of the recording rooms(well not the booth, at where the others watch the one currently recording, fuck knows what they’re called) starts with a “hey… uh. can i tell you something?”

han raises his eyebrows, sipping his drink with one hand, his phone in the other. “what’s up?”

changbin looks around, then mumbles “dude, uh—” how does he even get this out? “y/n sucked me off too.” smiling ear to ear btw. “like she… like she was at my place and…” imitates how he held your hair.

han freezes with his drink to his mouth. his eyes go big, face in a :o shape. “no way. wait. for real? really?”

“yeah.”

“bro.” he slaps changbin’s arm, grinning like the fucking dipshit he is. “how was it? was she good? i’m so jealous it hurts. good for you, man. seriously. tell me everything.”

tell him everything he did.

then lix. both sitting on the floor against a wall, talking, tells him that “y/n gave me head. when hyune was gone, it was amazing.”

the smirk felix smirks. “no shit? really?” when binnie nods, lix leans his head back against the wall, smiling. “keep me updated, yeah? i’m happy for you, bro. how’d it feel?”

he gets it detailed too. oh they’re just giggling the fuck around.

he gets a “hm. nice.” from seungmin. a “what? congrats.” from minho. an excited “that’s awesome.” from jeongin. hyunjin didn’t even mind it, he kinda did the same thing, needed all details though. and then a “she did?” from chan paired with a big smile and a clap on bin’s shoulder with a “thanks for telling me.”

chan has to throw up.

only if you knew what you do to him, only if he fucking communicated.

changbin deals relatively good with what he got from you. for hyunjin, it just tied him to you more. chan, oh we know, it created this tension between you two. he wants you again. badly. he wants you the way innie had you(little shit told every single detail, but so did chan about his own turn, hyunjin, changbin), using him for your own pleasure too. he wants to feel wanted like that. he wants to be inside you so fucking bad it’s making him stupid. like actually sets him back during the day. but anyways, the point of this, is how jeongin didn’t take it well.

well, he took it very well, but that’s where the problem comes from. good boys wait and respect women, that’s what he has been always told. but… that’s just not him, is it? after having you and not currently being with you when you’re close to him and the boys, like you come to ask chan something and jeongin immediately stands up and stands next to you, anyways, then every few minutes he zones out and thinks of you on top of him, tits out, pussy sliding up and down his cock. he blushes randomly. he giggles to himself. he gets hard randomly and has to hide behind his hoodie.

his brain is pretty much “it wasn’t that bad, right? she wanted it. she was helping me. it’s not like i forced anything. god probably understands stress relief…” then forgets all about it he now knows what you feel like from the inside. well, kinda. condom. but he did have his face swimming in you, if that counts!

you don’t have any problems with this. oh even better, some people above you tell you that your salary has been raised. like significantly. it’s a fat raise. effective immediately.

fuck yes. fuck yes. fuck YES. all that dick sucking, ass spreading, patience is finally paying off in actual money. you deserve every single won. you’ve earned it.

and you don’t know this but some of the boys themselves made that happen. like chan. he made sure the higher ups knew how great you were. how hard you worked.

and, you won’t believe it, even hyunjin put in good words. but like… without anyone knowing. but take the fact that that evil little brat actually said something nice about you behind your back. duality of man, he still wants you bad but he also acknowledged that you make their lives easier. that you’re good at your job. maybe there’s a tiny human somewhere deep in there after all. okay there is a tiny human, who’s been hurt so much by the world already. that’s partly why you can never stay mad at him for long.

and… and minho was in it too. he said some good things when higher people asked how the new assistant was doing.

now that we’re at the hyunjin topic. kinda few nights after bin told him that you sucked him off too, they’re both at their dorm. the irritated situation faded by now, kinda.

anyways, they’re talking, hyunjin is on the couch, asks changbin “so where did she suck you off anyway?”

changbin points to the exact spot on the couch right next to where hyunjin got sucked off by you. “right there.”

hyunjin stares at the couch. then at changbin. then back at the couch. “you’re fucking kidding me.”

“what?”

hyunjin stands up, grabbing changbin in a headlock. “you little shit—on the same fucking couch? i’ll kill you.” average i’ll kill you user. update your boy vocabulary, hyunjin.

changbin laughs, trying to squirm away. “yah— stop— it just happened—”

they start choking each other the fucking dumbasses. rolling around on the couch which you’ve been on twice now, servicing different members.

that’s exactly why hyunjin just feels so… ugh. ugh. uuugghhghg!!!

he wants you now.

or more likely, next day. well, leaves you alone for most of the start of the day(except when you give him his morning coffee) all that until lunch.

the second he’s done eating his little whatever what makes him healthy, he stands up and goes to you. you, who doesn’t even eat fucking lunch because you don’t have the time to. and when you would have time, seungmin start screeching for something.

so, you’re as usual standing up and at your fucking work, just left your boys there they’re about to finish eating anyway, walking into a smaller little hallway to get to something. doesn’t even matter what, just that while you’re getting it, hyunjin walks up, leans one shoulder on the wall. stops and watches you.

“y/n. come over this afternoon.”

you look up at him. “this afternoon? hyunjin, you finish late today. you have that—”

“i’ll leave early. they won’t care. i’ll say i’m not feeling well. just… come over. please.”

his eyes are doing all the work. he’s learned how to use them. the little tilt of his head, the way his voice moves, he all learned to do this. he’s so fucking good at this.

you sigh. “it’s the middle of the day. people will notice if you dip.”

“let them notice.” he mutters. “i need you. now. not tonight. not later. just come over.”

his hand brushes your waist, light. okay, wait, hyunjin, unprofessional. stop.

“hyunjin, this is really not the time. this is one of the days that are completely full.”

those eyes. he’s an unfair little cunt. “please, y/n. i’m not asking for the whole night. just… an hour. two. i’ll leave and meet you at the dorm. it’ll just be us.”

i’ll just be us.

you hesitate.

“please don’t make me beg in the hallway.” he whispers. whispers. fuck he won.

humans are just mammals at the end of the day. advanced, self aware, language using mammals, all civilized and moral and evolved, but take away the suits and the contracts and the million dollars and we’re still animals. primates. things with the same basic want as every other creature that’s ever walked this planet. and what do mammals want more than anything? to fuck. to reproduce. to pass on their genes. that’s older than language, older than culture, older than shame.

every living thing wants to reproduce. bacteria split, flowers bloom and get pollinated, dogs hump legs, birds do dances, all of it with the same goal, to continue the species. humans are the only ones who turned it into something for pleasure, something that feels good even when it won’t make a baby. but still, we want to have sex as much as everything else does.

fuck. feel good. connect. release.

these boys have been denied that fucking basic need for years. constant training, diets, cameras in their faces, people watching their every move, dorms where privacy is a myth.

they’re young healthy males in their physical prime, and their bodies can’t get what it needs. of course they’re obsessed with you. of course they’re pushy and needy and disgusting.

their biology is fighting their environment.

now hyunjin especially. he’s sensitive under allat attitude. he feels everything deeply. and he got a taste of real, uncomplicated pleasure, your mouth, your body, how you let him be selfish, he needs it more now than he did the first time you sucked him off because his body, his mind, remembers how good it felt. how for a few minutes he wasn’t an idol, he was just a man getting his dick sucked.

he’s a mammal who found a safe source of dopamine and oxytocin. of course he’ll want that all the time now.

“fine.” you say quietly. defeated in your tone. “text me when you leave. but only for a couple hours, i mean it.” aren’t you the assistant here? who are you to tell him what to do?

he doesn’t seem to mind though. he smiles. it’s pretty. “thank you.”

he steps back, gives you one last long look, fucking buys you right there, and walks away. midday fuck negotiated.

he really wants to take you back to the dorm in his car but even he isn’t that stupid. getting caught with his assistant slipping into the passenger seat in the middle of the afternoon would be career suicide. so he waits. texts you about two hours later, needy little shit.

hyunjin: come over now. i left. door’s unlocked. just walk in.

you do, still wearing your work clothes, bag slung over your shoulder, drop it off next to the door too. hyunjin’s there, leaning on the wall in home clothes(what he wants to seem like home clothes, so a black hoodie, gray sweats, hair messy but he really made his hair stand like this because when he’s actually comfy at home then his whole head is flat and he’s in underwear only. performative dickhead)

he watches you take your shoes off with this stupid little smile on his face with his eyebrows raised. he can’t take you seriously anymore. you’re just… cute. like aw you’re taking your shoes off, what else big girl things can you do?? sweetpea.

that’s why the second you’re fully upright he’s on you, grabs your face with both hands and kisses you hard.

and even with chan you hesitated to kiss. you didn’t kiss the other two either. and that was for a very good reason.

even though he forced himself on you, you kiss back, because he’s good at it. because you want it. because he tilts your head exactly how he wants, sucking on your bottom lip, then licking into your mouth, wanting to taste you. wanting to taste his assistant.

his body presses you forward, pushing you back until you’re on the wall. almost like he tries to physically force you to want him as much as he wants you right now.

it works.

damn he knows how to kiss. slow deep strokes of his tongue, little bites on your lip, tilts his head to get even deeper.

“mmh—” you make that sound into his lips, surprised at how fast he’s moving.

while he’s still kissing you, tongue fucking your mouth while you two could be getting down to it already because you have to get back, one of his hands leaves your face, down your body, cups your pussy over your jeans, and squeezes. gropes.

you pull back from the kiss with a gasp. “h— slow the fuck down, dude—”

hyunjin laughs on your mouth, lips brushing yours as he keeps rubbing you over your jeans, now looking into your eyes.

with big, shining, beautiful eyes.

“why?” he murmurs, his lips drop the uptilt. he looks serious. “you came here for this, didn’t you? don’t act shy now.”

he kisses you again. trying to make you soak through the denim, moving his fingers, really groping into you. his tongue is back in your mouth, licking and sucking, smiling into you when you… oh fuck off y/n, why are you humping his hand??

he feels a lot because of that, because of you. feels a lot in general. relief that you came, frustration that he had to wait, greed now that he finally has you in his palm. he’s so hard already.

part of you is annoyed at how fast he’s moving, how entitled he is, how he thinks he can just summon you in the middle of the day and grope you. but really, he doesn’t just think it, because he’s right. but of course the other part is for liking how bad he wants you. how desperate he is. how this beautiful, famous, rich, sensitive boy needs you now and you have him like this.

so you kiss him back, biting his lip, and he moans into your mouth.

he wants to bend you over their couch so the legacy goes on, wants to hear you moan for him, wants to prove he’s better than the others. he wants everything for himself.

this of course goes back to being better than other men. dick comparing is something no man can really shake off, no amount of evolution will get rid of that for us. so it’s not just his needs and traumas calling for you, but also his dumb little man mindset. hyunjin is a man.

but underneath all that lustful asshole football watcher behavior is that he’s scared. scared you like them more, scared you’re not a forever thing, not because he likes you, but because he likes his dick and his dick’s important to him. this is all just being selfish. so he kisses you to make you stay with him, trying to be good enough, desperate enough, pretty enough, that you’ll keep coming back to him.

“missed you.” he mutters.

oh?

he squeezes you again but harder, leans in to bite your bottom lip, then pulls away. “gonna fuck you today, y/n.”

this asshole. this prick. this heartless evil cunt.

also the dickhead that you let pick you up.

yeah hyunjin slides his hands under your thighs, lifts you off the floor, and you wrap your legs around his waist. not a thought crosses your mind. none of them has ever done this to you yet. he even carries you down the short hallway to his room(okay that makes sense why other reason would he pick you up for if not to carry you somewhere). breathing hard into your mouth, groan, growl, finally having you in his arms is both relief and rage.

why the fuck are you attracted to him?

who cares, he kicks his bedroom door open, carries you inside, drops you onto his bed. you bounce once on the mattress, looking up at him. you look so good.

he turns around, walks back to the door, shuts it. the sound itself is intimate.

then he’s back, crawling up the bed like a predator, trying to ignore the feeling of his boner, and when he’s hovering over you, he kisses you again.

his body lowers onto yours, chest pressing to your tits, hips settling between your spread thighs. you’re into the kiss too, lips sucking, little moans coming from his throat into your mouth and neck. your body is reacting to him even while your brain is calling him every name in the book.

he bites your bottom lip, then soothes it with his tongue, then presses lots of fast little smooches on your mouth before kissing it lovingly. fuck his ass where did he learn that from.

he wants to feel your nipples harden right in his palm, only fantasizes about it for now, though. for some reason he doesn’t have any sense of urgency when it comes to sex.

even though he’s so hard it has to hurt.

his hands go down, gripping your ass, really having a grip on you to pull you up to his hips, to his cock so he can grind into you. he uses you. his breathing is ragged, little moans slipping out between kisses, he can’t hold them back.

he wants you so bad. he wants to be inside you. he wants to hear your noises.

you tug his hair. he groans, hips stopping, smiling into the kiss.

but he’s hard and impatient, doesn’t want to waste precious seconds he could be using to get you naked. his hands are moving down to your shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons. he yanks at the fabric, pops a couple buttons in his rush, fighting the material off your shoulders, it’s keeping him from what he wants. he’s actually violent.

you help him a little, shrugging it off.

then he’s at your bra, unhooks it(needs both hands, the baby) pulls it down your arms, and when your tits are out, bare and heavy in your boss’s room, his eyes actually change. you watch his reaction, how he smacks his mouth a tiny tiny bit, how his eyebrows drop, how unclear his pretty eyes are. he stares like he’s never seen tits before, and he’s seen lots.

he fights himself up in a comfortable position to grope your tits. squeezes, hard, enjoys how his palms are full of flesh, whining a little at how your nipples do harden in the middles of his palms.

he’s rough. not cruel on purpose, just so fucking eager and horny that he doesn’t notice how hard he’s handling you. his fingers dig in, kneading, pulling, pushing your tits together. it hurts, but you’re here for work anyway. this is your job(def not).

his hands can barely leave your tits so that he can go down and undo, yank your pants down your hips with rough tugs, dragging your panties with them. just pulls, forces until they’re off your legs. and then he reaches down and tugs your socks off too, one by one, tossing them somewhere behind him.

“better.” he mutters.

so you’re naked now. completely. lying on his bed with your legs slightly spread while he kneels between them, still fully dressed, staring at your pussy.

he looks like someone ripped his hair and yanked his head around.

he grabs your thighs and yanks them apart so hard your hips lift off the bed for a second. leans down, spits on your pussy, then buries his face in it. shakes his head around like a dog with a toy. no focus on making you feel good, just rubs his whole face in your wetness, tongue flapping around in you, nose grinding against your clit, lips sucking randomly at your folds.

he thinks it feels good for you. it doesn’t. it’s just overwhelming, too much pressure in random places, his tongue missing your clit more than it hits it.

but you moan anyway, soft, sweet, because that’s what he needs right now. you’re here to help. you’re here to let him feel like a man.

after about a minute he pulls back, breathing hard, lips shiny with you. he looks fucking wild again like he has fucking rabies, then… goes soft again. not gentle exactly, but charming. he crawls up your body, hovering over you, and kisses you.

“you’re so pretty like this.” he murmurs into your mouth, hand sliding down to cup your pussy again, now his fingers slipping through the wet mess left there. “you missed this too, didn’t you? missed me.” he’s nice because he wants to be nice, this is on purpose. “c’mon, look.”

that look was for how he helps you move, gentle???, pulling you up, you’re fucking speechless, guiding you onto your knees, pulling your ass up to him.

he runs his hands over your back, down the curve of your spine, then grips your ass and spreads you open, staring, looking around, getting to know you there.

you arch your back a little more, pushing your ass toward him, letting him look. if you’re here, might as well go along with it.

hyunjin moans behind you, hands spreading you wider, deciding where to start.

shit. you’re really letting this prick hit.

“hm? no condom?” he asks, his eyes all up in your pussy.

“condom.”

he sighs. “seriously?”

“yes, seriously.”

he makes an annoyed little sound but obeys. slaps your ass once, hard, childish, then climbs off the bed.

you stay on your knees, ass up, listening to him rummage through one of his drawers, slap shit around.

“where the fuck did i put them…” he mutters, opening and closing drawers. “i swear i had some right here.”

you turn your head, cheek on the sheets, watching him. he’s so pretty.

“check the that drawer again. no, that one. the top one. you probably threw them in there since didn’t need it jerking off last night.”

hyunjin snorts, digging. “shut up. i don’t jerk off that much.”

“sure you don’t.”

he finds the box finally, shakes it triumphantly. “got them. see? i’m prepared.”

“woow.” in the flattest voice ever.

he laughs, walking back to the bed. on the way he reaches out and caresses your ass with one hand. and that’s not even about the it’s not about you mindset, he genuinely just wanted to do that for you. he finds you sweet, after all. you gained his respect and his liking towards you.

he climbs back on the bed, yanks his shirt over his head in with one hand, tossing it somewhere. his pants and underwear next, shoved down his thighs and kicked off. the socks stay on.

he pumps his cock once, twice, slow, genuinely just lazy, just again no sense of urgency, watching your ass. then he tears open the condom packet and rolls it on, giving it a few strokes too.

“happy now?” he asks with fake annoyance as he settles behind you again.

“ecstatic.”

he laughs and slaps your ass again. “good.”

he lines himself up, pretty head pressing into your entrance, fucks the tip only in two or three times, then pushes in slowly.

bottoms out with a long, satisfied moan, putting his hands on your love handles. there we go.

he’s skinny but longer than you remembered from your mouth. makes your eyes shut and your mouth fall open in a little o. he feels better than he did in your throat. deeper. fuller.

you moan. he’s good, feels good.

what is hyunjin if not an impatient little bitch though, he adjusts his grip on your hips and starts fucking you.

“that’s it.” he mutters, clapping his hips with yours.

you two are, even if not always seriously, half the time kinda just playfully, but always at each other’s throats. yet the second he’s inside you, your bodies just work. he fits. the angle is perfect. the way he moves feels so good, you’re getting fucking goosebumps.

his hips snaps to your ass, his pretty cock dragging in and out of you, rough, uncontrolled. hits so good but it’s all about his pleasure. everytime he bottoms out you feel his smooth balls slap your clit. he’s so deep it almost hurts, makes your eyes roll back.

you’re moaning. actually moaning. not the ones you give the others to stroke their egos, this dumb fuck’s cock actually makes you act like this. you’re drooling a little, that’s how good it feels.

hyunjin is too focused to give more sounds that his loud breathing and little moans tome to time. just chasing his own pleasure.

“fuuuuck. mhm, mhm, yeah.” okay hyunjin.

his hips go harder, faster, the sound of skin on skin getting louder, snappier. you’re moaning into his sheets, pussy fluttering around his long cock. it missed him too. the chemistry is insane between you two, disgustingly.

his low, breathy groans turn into these pretty whimpers slowly. soft little “ah— ahh—” everytime he bottoms out. he feels so good, you make him feel so good.

it’s so fucking animal. hyune’s back is straight as a rod, shoulders rolled back, head fallen forward so his messy hair hangs in his eyes. he uses your handles to handle and pull you back onto his cock with every brutal thrust. selfish, grunting, a man.

the sound of his hips slapping on your ass fills the room. rhythmic, obscene, is the right word. porn like.

you’re melting away. your face is pressed into his sheets, mouth open, eyes unfocused at how he slams his pretty cock into you over and over. you feel just as good as he does, makes your spine give up and fall into his hands better, melt with hyunjin.

heavenly sounds come from hyunjin. groans, breathy whimpers, little gasps, moans. he’s so bitchy and pretty and almost vulnerable. he’s letting himself feel how good you are.

he feels like the fucking king. hwang hyunjin, the visual, the untouchable pretty boy, the one everyone wants but no one really gets close to, balls deep in his own assistant. his employee. the powerimbalance is hitting every single button he has. you’re beneath him in the hierarchy. you work for him. and you’re letting him fuck you the middle of the day because he asked.

it makes him feel better. it makes him feel desired, not how the cameras or fans or fans do, because that’s all fake, and this is real. human in human. sex.

and you just calmed him down. hyunjin is calm. you, just again, made an idol forget about his soul crushing problems.

you, just again, are the best.

he adjust his grip your hips, pulls you back onto his cock with every thrust, watching how your ass ripples, how your pussy slips around his length, how you’re dripping for him. his ego is swelling bigger than his dick. it’s toxic. it’s ugly. it’s human nature. it’s exactly what he needs to feel like a man instead of just a pretty face.

he speeds up. fast. selfish. his hips snap against your ass with wet slaps. he loves to listen to it, to chase it, your pussy, the way you flutter and squeeze around him, the way your moans get higher and breathier.

his cock feels amazing inside you. reached deep, hitting such good spots. your eyes are rolling back you’re so glad you took this job.

he’s leaking so much into the condom it might just pop. but would that be so bad? yours and his genes together into some deadbeat asshole baby? why not, actually.

his sounds are fucking heavenly. now all his little sounds are moans, not anything else. that pretty voice of his, what he can do almost everything with, now is just animal noises as he fucks you, fills you. it tells you without words how good you feel, how he never wants to stop.

your arms are shaking, barely holding you up. your mouth is open, drooling onto his sheets, soft desperate moans coming from it.

you’re not even trying to perform anymore like you did with all of them until now, you’re just taking it. that’s what you’re good for.

here, with you, he doesn’t have to be perfect. he can be mean. he can be selfish. he can be desperate and loud and pathetic and you still let him.

he gives all of his into fucking you. like he would go faster but he can’t. it’s physically impossible, his hips are pounding to your ass, cock dragging perfectly along your walls, balls slapping on your skin, his endlessly skilled hands pulling you back(fuck it feels so good) to get the most of you he can.

his body is saying everything for him.

and neither of you has any fucking clue that while hyunjin is lost in the feeling of you, head fallen forward, back now hunched a bit, and you’re you’re melting into the mattress as this animal fucks you, the front door clicks open.

keys jingle. shoes get kicked off.

changbin steps inside.

he stops. are those… your shoes? right next to the door. and… your bag? the fuck?

he listens. hears the moaning. hyunjin’s, mostly, but yours too. softer. the unmistakable sound of someone getting fucked.

oh how your voice makes his tummy flip.

he stands there. mouth slightly open. face going through about fifteen emotions in three seconds.

…fuck’s sake.

hyunjin doesn’t hear a thing. he’s too deep in his own head, to deep in you.

he locks up. his hips stutter as he tries to instinctively pump his cum into you, up, up, up, but the condom stops that from happening.

“ahh, fuck— yeah! ahh…”

he buries himself deep one last time and stays there. he’s satisfied, relieved, the weeks of frustration are finally draining out of him.

he gives your ass one hard slap, mutters a “fuck yeah” then pulls out.

just like that.

he peels the condom off, ties it, gets up, throws it in some trash, then starts pulling his clothes back on.

no aftercare, mind you.

you’re still on your knees, ass up, pussy throbbing and aching and empty.

you were close. actually close.

you sigh, so tired, and start dressing too. whatever. you’re not about to touch yourself in hyunjin’s room. not today.

“thanks.” he says. “needed that.”

“hm.” you button your shirt, fix your hair in the mirror. your pussy is still wet and just soooo frustrated, clit throbbing, but you shove it down. professional. always professional.

hyunjin pulls his hoodie back on, his boner had gone down too, and gives you one last look. “bye.” with a little wave.

fuck’s sake. this dickhead. you mutter a bye out too, then leave. get your shoes, your bag, no idea that binnie came home since thqt.

a couple minutes pass.

hyunjin sighs, does that dipshit thing men do where they slap both of their thighs before standing up and acting like it’s hard, then walks into the kitchen, opens the fridge, and grabs one of his fuckass little straw drinks. imagine some overpriced vitamin water with a bright pink straw. really the cherry on top. he stabs the straw in, takes a sip, and closes the fridge door.

then changbin walks in.

silence.

changbin stops in the doorway. hyunjin stops midsip. their eyes meet.

they both know. changbin knows hyunjin just fucked you in the room right down the hall. hyunjin knows changbin knows. changbin knows hyunjin knows that changbin knows.

hyunjin raises both eyebrows slowly, then walks to changbin, but really just to walk past him. while walking past, hyunjin claps bin on the shoulder lighty, still loudly sipping his stupid little drink through the stupid little straw with a sluuuuuurp.

changbin stands there, staring in front of himself.

hyunjin walks into his room, orgasm achieved, shared assistant cracked, dresses up, gets his shit, then leaves. goes back to work.

you both do. fucking professionalism at its finest. you’re an expert at acting like you weren’t bent over hyunjin’s bed getting your soul fucked out less than an hour ago. hyunjin is fresh and glowing and annoying as ever, waving at everyone. oh bitch please.

but he doesn’t even glance at you more than normal. professionalism. you appreciate that.

when he needs water he says “y/n” in the exact same tone as always. when you hand it to him he takes it with a “thanks” and nothing more. it’s impressive how well both of you are acting.

so good that the others don’t suspect a thing. well, you didn’t notice them do, but maybe mainly because jeongin was following you around.

you catch hyunjin’s eye once across the practice room. he raises one eyebrow, then looks away like nothing happened. you go back to giving the others things. wipe minho’s sweat with a towel yourself.

the next day he already tells the others about it. during some break in one of the smaller practice rooms, while everyone’s sprawled on the floor drinking water and whatever they have to, hyunjin sitting against the wall, jeongin on his phone, han lying on his back staring at the ceiling and deep in his sad little thoughts, felix scrolling, he has a double chin it’s so adorable and hot, changbin is texting a friend, chan is staring in front of himself, so does minho but he’s drinking water while at it, and seungmin is also texting someone.

“oh yeah, by the way. yesterday afternoon me and y/n fucked.”

…

why is he an animal?

okay anyways han sits up with a “really?!”

jeongin’s head snaps up from his phone, the exact expression like from that clip where the others were saying peaches and he heard bitches or for whatever reason he acted like that then. “what?”

felix smiles ear to ear. “how?” which is their way of saying details, dude.

oh hyunjin loves this. mentally giggling and kicking his feet around. “from the back. i was like, invited her over, and she was immediately down for it—“ no you weren’t, you told him a hundred times that you two are busy. “—and i had her on all fours on my bed. y’know, i wrapped it up, she was moaning like crazy. it felt so good. it was—“ he leans forward, it pretty cute because all eight do with him, while he whispers “tight. she was tight. we fucked for like… an hour.” ten minutes max, hyune.

changbin is… staring at the floor, smiling. chan has his mouth open(he’s not upset about hyunjin fucking you. for some reason??). minho gives “mhm”s from time to time. seungmin audibly giggles. felix is leaning forward still, mouth open, smiling too. jeongin feels… something bad, or maybe good?, in his stomach, chest. han is staring with such huge eyes.

“i had her back arched so nice. she was moaning like ahh ahh—“ why is he fucking hilarious “—best fuck i’ve had in months. maybe ever.” he puts his hands up, then slaps them down on his thigh.

and the congratulations he gets. shoving, laughing, asking about details, slapping on him. why are men like this?

the thing is, only you actually (kinda) dislike hyunjin. only you hated him. he never hated you. he just looked down on you.

all of them did, at the beginning, we know that. they saw you as useful, sure, but not as a full person. not as a woman with her own thoughts and feelings and desires. you were convenient. reliable. there. as we clearly fucking know, hyunjin especially treated you like that.

it felt like hate to you because it was dismissive and mean. but to him it was just… normal. that’s what you deserved as a pretty female staff member. you weren’t on his level.

now he’s starting to actually perceive you. somewhere between the first blowjob and yesterday, he kinda got that you’re not just a warm hole, you’re a person. a woman. you’re funny. nice to be around.

and hyunjin is really sensitive. and like, he kinda knows that you saw the worst of him (the tantrums, the mean shit he threw at your head that he still very much thinks about) and you still let him fuck you. you still let him be a man.

he’s starting to like you. not just want you, like you. he especially really likes that you don’t beg for his attention but still give him yours. that you’re confident and in control. it turns him on.

he’s starting to see you as good company.

also, someone whose presence doesn’t drain him.

he’s starting to like you.

okay yeah, we talked a lot about jeongin following you and being on your dick metaphorically and sometimes literally trying to be, but how does that actually look like?

it looks like 10am, when you’re refilling the bottles of the boys who use bottles when jeongin stands next to you.

“hi y/n.”

“hi. you need something?”

“mmmm not really. no.”

you sigh, shove his bottle into his hand. “here. drink.”

“thanks.” manages to drink with two hands on the bottle. you watch the whole thing.

point of this was, he came to you with no idea what he wanted. no point of that conversation.

or you’re walking down the hallway carrying towels for the boys and jeongin fucking appears out of fucking nowhere, matching your pace.

“hey y/n.” he says, happy to see you. he glances left and right quickly, checking for staff, then steps a tiny bit closer. “you need help with those? they look heavy.” he tries to look manly.

“i’m good, thanks though.”

he nods, walks beside you, hands in his hoodie pocket, sneaking little looks at your face. his cheeks are pink.

then he tilts his head. left, right. pokes his mouth to the side. “you’ve been running around all day, don’t you get tired?” (that’s such a basic thing to say, well yes it is, it’s because he couldn’t think of anything better to say. just made the fastest small talk that came into his mind. we appreciate his effort though, keep it up, innie)

“sometimes. but it’s fine.”

he hums, then does that thing where he “accidentally” lets the back of his hand brush yours. he pulls it away fast when he hears footsteps ahead, every little touch, every minute of your attention feeds that new addiction in him.

the others are starting to get visibly irritated.

another time, during a long waiting period, you’re sitting on a couch, ordering something for seungmin because he shoved his card into your hand and asked you to do it(let’s not even talk about how much he trust you to give you his money like that) and jeongin sits down next to you. he looks around first, making sure noone is paying attention, then relaxes a little.

“long day, huh?” he says, again just having no idea what to say but really wanting to talk to you.

“yeah. you holding up okay?”

he shrugs. “better now.” okay flirt.

“i’m glad.” you’re not being dry on purpose, just staying professional.

by the way, you always being this calm and neutral towards them turns them on so much. makes you so hot in their eyes.

he nods, then sneaks his hand between you two on the couch, letting his pinky brush yours. it’s such a small touch but it’s rebellious for his career.

when someone walks past he pulls his hand back instantly, acting like he was just stretching. waits for your reaction. you, to not leave him hanging, raise your brows at him, and that’s it. oh he got what he wanted. well, what he really wants is probably a handy but he’s also satisfied with any microreaction.

or you’re waiting for the elevator and fuck’s sake jeongin walks up next to you, checking the hallway both ways before stepping closer.

“hey. you heading out soon?” he asks.

“yeah, after i drop these papers off.”

he nods, then after making sure the coast is clear, stands against the wall next to the elevator. “cool. um… i was thinking. maybe next time you come over we could watch something? not like… not like a date or anything. just… hang out.”

“mm, i’m not sure. not a no, just, y’know, i’m busy too.”

“okay. just thought i’d ask.” he mumbles, looking away, so trying to look nonchalant. “anyways, you sleep okay last night? you look… good. rested, i mean.” this asshole. insert that video back from years ago when the whole crowd slapped on their foreheads. (this)

“i slept fine. you?”

“yeah! i mean, kinda. kept thinking about… stuff. but it was good stuff.” he smiles shyly, then catches himself and looks around. you want to kick him he’s that pathetic.

he genuinely really just wants to have a good relationship with you now. wants you to like him.

“talk to you later?” he asks, hopeful.

“yeah, later.”

you’re so glad he didn’t go into the elevator with you, then there would be hellevator. just watch him go back to the others, stealing one last glance over his shoulder. you want to slap his head back forward.

this dumb bitch is going to get you fired one day. why is he like this? why are they all like this? you sucked his dick once and now he thinks you’re married. fucking dipshit.

and… jeongin doesn’t consciously think “y/n is my girlfriend.” but his instict is treating you like one, he’s treating you like one. you’re the person he wants to show off for, flexing his biceps because oh girls like that, telling you about his day, trying to look cool, the person he gets excited to see. and being near you makes the constant pressure, the fear of not being good enough, the loneliness in his head disappear for a bit.

which would be so much easier if seungmin wouldn’t have developed a habit, very bold habit of letting his hand find your ass whenever he thinks he can get away with it.

???

it happens multiple times a day now. during breaks, in hallways, when you’re handing him something, he’d feel up a palmful of you, appreciating it, or slapping it, then acts like nothing happened. like oh that wasn’t him. did anything even happen? you okay y/n?

creep.

ooookay you’re not even mad anymore. you’ve accepted it, lowkey workplace harassment but you consent.

and like… you do have a great ass.

he wants to fuck it. he wants to eat it. he wants to slap it red and watch it jiggle while he rails you from behind. he wants to cum on it, watch it drip down between your cheeks, then push it back inside with his fingers or cock or wait do you have toys? okay he’ll explore that fantasy later. he wants to make you sit on his face, smother him with it while he eats you from behind. he wants to leave marks on it, handprints, bite marks, the imprint of his hips. he wants to watch it bounce while you ride him reverse cowgirl. he wants to use it, squeezing and spreading and slapping whenever he feels like it. he’s obsessed with the way it moves when you walk. the way it looks when you bend over. the way it feels in his hand, perfect to grip. once he was actually close to nutting hands free just from imagining burying his face between your cheeks and motorboating them while you moan.

sometimes, when he thinks noone’s looking, he adjusts himself in his pants just because he looked at your back side.

fucking men and their ass fixation.

fucking men and their skills. their abilities. what they learned, how to use their eyes on you. they learned it from years of fanmeets, stages, cameras, they’ve been trained for years how to look at fans, the “i’m looking at you but only you” stare.

now they want you to feel what their fans feel.

once with felix you were handing him a new shirt he asked for from his bag(again, trust that he just lets you dig around in there, but the seungmin letting you have basically all his money in your hand is still bigger) when he(still talking about felix) grabbed both of your hands, exactly like he does with fans at fanmeets and looked up at you with the most angelic, charming eyes, thumbs stroking the backs of your hands.

“thank you so much.” he said, smiling that practiced heartfluttering smile, voice soft and intimate like you were the only girl in the universe. “you always take such good care of me.”

you almost laughed in his face.

you immediately go it that he was using his fan service technique on you. the same one he uses on every other person. it didn’t affect you.

“felix, i’m not buying lightsticks.”

he realized what he was doing, yes he wasn’t conscious that he slipped, so he didn’t even want to, then he dropped your hands and laughed awkwardly, muttered out a “force of habit.”

if you were anyone else, he would have started to explain himself with the speed of light. but with you he knows he doesn’t need to. that’s pretty sweet, after all.

this also happened with minho. he, also did it on accident. he was tired. really tired. not the tired that he was about to fall out his chair, just slow in the head.

you handed him water and suddenly he gave you the biggest, shiniest, most angelic smile you’ve ever seen. eyes sparkling, head tilted, voice so forced “thank you so much, y/n~ you’re always so kind.” he caught himself. the smile dropped instantly. he looked at you. you looked at him. he mumbled “…never mind. sorry.” even he looked slightly disturbed by it.

they’re all trained manipulators. years of it. they know exactly how to use their eyes, their voices, their bodies to make people feel things. and now they’re using it on you, constantly. little looks. their angelic voices. touches. little head tilts with biiiiiig eyes when they want you to feel special.

they want you to want them. they want you to choose them. it’s unconscious at this point. survival instinct and genuine longing both in the soup.

this annoys you, kinda. but you can deal with it. it’s your job, after all, this is what got you that payment raise. and oh it’s also your job to having to listen to how loud they always are.

not just yelling your name when they need something, they’re fucking hootin and hollerin around and scream at each other and laugh like fucking animals and wrestle on the floor.

but they also can be cute. okay, there, you admitted it, but it was sweet seeing hyunjin and jeongin lying on the floor together, just kind of cuddling. didn’t these bitches exclusively complain about physical touch? okay fuck cares men are weird. they do this. they need the physical comfort. they just don’t call it that.

(afterwards they pushed each other away and “dude you’re annoying—“ “bro leave me alone—“ “ew—“ “get off me—“)

another time you were talking with chan who was sitting in a spinning chair, han in his lap. he had his arms around chan’s neck, chin on chan’s shoulder, eyes closed.

“you made sure they sent the updated ones, right?” chan’s saying to you about some business bullshit.

you nod. “yes. i double checked this morning. uh, they also confirmed the fitting time. they can do thursday. you’re fine.”

you like how serious chan is now. like yes daddy be that serious while spanking me. “okay. bin won’t be in until the afternoon on friday, can you—“

“yeah, i’ll call them right now.” oh you know your shit.

chan nods, satisfied. like so satisfied. only another blowjob could satisfy him more than this. his hand rubs han’s back. “thanks, y/n.“

horrible little hoes.

and they know they’re horrible. if one of them was a girl, they literally wouldn’t date each other. they know too much of the others, too many sides seen. too much ego. they accept it. they love each other but if they had daughters then they wouldn’t let the others date her. in general they’d sooner kill the other than let them close to any family member of theirs romantically, that’s how much they know of each other and how conscious they are that they’re not ethically good people.

hyunjin’s prick ass(but at least he can pay the bills) is their the pick to keep away from any female in their lives. anyways, he’s better now. like, his general mental health. it’s still pretty shitty, but better. you helped a lot. his balls feel lighter, his shoulders feel looser, because someone finally drained the constant panic and pressure out of his nervous system.

he feels powerful. validated. like he finally got what was “his.” but really he’s just really softening up. he’s starting to see how gentle you treat him, how much you take from him, that actually feels good for him. it’s such a good feeling that you basically accept him this much. hm, he should go find you now too.

bad side of this, is that he’s sensitive as fuck now. everytime he sees you his body reacts, and that’s only natural, that’s the right thing happening here, but still, it’s not always pleasant having his cock twitching and his chest feeling tight and beating.

him and changbin have talked about this, actually. shared their feelings. and they can… relate to each other.

changbin specifically is really in his head, really proud of what he got from you. like he can’t stop thinking about your warm mouth, the way you looked up at him while sucking him, how you treated him.

he wakes up hard in the morning just because you’re in his mind so much nowadays. he has to jerk off in the shower just to function.

men jerking off omfg hottest thing ever. binnie is the hottest thing ever. all eight are the hottest things ever and you know it and you feel so good about your position.

but it’s not just physical, emotionally he feels cared for. you’re a great woman. you’re healing old wounds(he didn’t even know were still bleeding, and still doesn’t know).

he wants your mouth again. he wants your hands. he wants to bury his face between your legs and make you feel even half as good as you made him feel.

…is this a crush we see developing, changbin??

anyways, we’ll get back to the developing crush topic, but we need to talk about jeongin too. jeongin, who wants to be near you all the time.

he wants to show you things. he wants to make you laugh. he wants to you to notice how strong he is.

because this is consistent, kind female attention. fans scream for him but they don’t know him. you do. you let him inside you. you were so accepting and nice. it was such a good sexual experience.

his brain takes you as “someone who wants me for real.” but so decides to forget about the fact that you didn’t like, kiss him at all. asshole. but anyways he’s living in the fantasy that you might actually like him back.

and okay, shit, it’s… nice. really nice. having someone this rich and famous want to spend time with you, touch you, let you touch him. you like this situation too, if you ignore that you can barely go pee without him wanting to watch you do it. (it’s a hilarious fucking picture omfg imagine you just WANTING to pee and this fuckass standing in the stall with you and staring down at you wordlessly. maybe tapping his two hands on his thighs. this fucking dipshit oh how we love him)

then chan… well, chan feels… a lot.

he finds you beautiful.

not just hot, beautiful. makes his chest feel tight, dare i say, makes him lose his breath. he sees worth in you, he begins to. he sees someone who could stand next to him. he wishes he could fuck you without feeling like his heart is trying to climb out of his chest.

he’s not mad or jealous or any other similar negative feeling at jeongin or changbin or hyunjin, after all. it comes off as that at first but it always fades, because he’s just… sad. that gives a negative start to everything, the main in him is sad. sad that he complicated it. sad that he made it heavy. sad that you had to be the mature one and stop him.

he wants you again. bad. he wants you the way jeongin had you, the way the kid told the story made it such a fantasy, and he also wants you the way hyunjin had you because c’mon chan is born for doggystyle.

and also, he wants to hold you after. he wants to be the one you choose when you’re tired.

that’s also a fantasy of his, maybe he could be your stress relief. reverse the situation what you two were in, he could be between your legs and he could take all this stress off your shoulders. doesn’t that sound nice?

it does, to him. like drooling nice. like he actually had to catch the drool slipping out of his mouth once when he was in his head about this particular scenario. it got on his shirt. fuck.

but he’s getting better with time. the tension, having to throw up in his stomach is loosening. he’s starting to realize and accept that you belong to all of them, kinda, and that will change in the future, and that’s okay. that this is your choice. he respects it. he respects you. there we go, from not even remembering the new little assistant’s name, to respect. or maybe a crush, even.

no, not a crush, please. he’s terrified of that.

but he can’t stop it. everytime he sees you he has to smile. every time you smile at him he feels like the best boy out of all of them. fuck, he can only hope you don’t prefer the others over him, like maybe felix. (all of them are afraid that your favorite is felix, that’s just so natural to come for everyone and everything they know, always felix)

he’s falling.

that’s the right word, chan is falling.

for his assistant.

for who you show to them, and for the version of you that only he got glimpses of. the one that helped him with more than just bringing him water. but he knows it’s not emotional for you. and he’s trying to be okay with that. but even if he never gets to have you the way he wants, you’ve already given him more than anyone else ever has.

it only took having his dick sucked twice. he overestimated his ability to stay unattached.

so, after all, all four of them are scared that they’re developing workplace crushes and they know how bad that is. this isn’t school, this isn’t pass a note in class, this is real life with real consequences. contracts. reputations. millions of fans. companies. a crush here isn’t cute. it’s just… danger to them, it could end careers, it could end yours, it could blow up the entire group.

but they can’t stop it.

they have, what? years of suppression? for sure. then also access to a new human connection, and constant stress, attractive and competent and sexually available woman. they’re latching onto you.

and those are just the ones who have fucked you.

the other four that haven’t, the other half of the group, they’re still thinking with their dicks.

okay, so do the other four you’ve already had. all of this is driven by their dicks. hyunjin’s liking towards you is platonic, he still just wants to put it in you again. jeongin? ever more. changbin acts like this because of what his dick received and chan is just difficult mentally. still, they want to dick you down.

anyways. the unfucked four spend their days how the fucked four also do, thinking about how your pussy would feel, how your mouth would look stretched around them, how your ass would jiggle when they fuck you from behind. difference is, one half already got these visuals. that doesn’t hold these men back though.

minho, to start with. he smiles at you nowadays without saying anything, once or twice. he’s nicer, now that you got to know him. but you’re kind of aware that he’s nice because wants to fuck your throat. that he gives the nice to get something.

but that’s okay, the fuck would he want a relationship for now, useless. and he got the alternative that doesn’t nag him on a hourly basis and he doesn’t have to take out on dates and put effort into, just gives him the care without him having to put anything into it. he’s so fine. (only if he knew what relationship awaits him)

han’s best effort on his own pathetic case is just talking to you. or when something’s funny then leaning on you to laugh, or hand on your shoulder and his forehead on that while laughing like it’s a joke. but it’s not a joke. he’s not okay inside. and on top of that he wants to fuck you so badly he can barely think. he wants to bury his face between your thighs and eat you. not just eat you out but eat you. he wants to hear you moan, wants to feel your nails digging into his back. he wants the release he knows you can give him, his assistant.

he needs you. he needs the comfort. he needs to feel wanted.

felix wants to feel what the others felt. he wants to know if you’d moan for him the way you moaned for hyunjin(at least how hyunjin described it, that’s why when felix is in his head about you he sometimes accidentally imagines you moaning in hyunjin’s voice??? and he doesn’t even realize) he just wants to bury his face between your tits and forget the world for ten minutes, c’mon y/n, give him that!

you were extra nice to him one afternoon, just a small thing, let’s say you got him a cold whatever drink without him asking. lix took the can, said “thanks”, then excused himself.

he walked to the bathroom, locked the door, pressed his back to it, and stood there breathing hard, hand on his chest, trying to calm his heart down. he squeezed his eyes together and remembered every second of the interaction. it was nothing. but to him it felt like everything. so that’s how much that little shit affected him.

he stood there for a solid two minutes just trying to breathe while his dick throbbed against his thigh. it was just so inconvenient.

he tried not to jerk off right there. he wanted you so bad in that moment it actually scared him a little. he wanted to push you against the wall, pull your pants down, and bury his face in your pussy until you couldn’t stand. like right there. but he couldn’t. so he just stood there, breathing through it, until his dick calmed down enough to go back out.

oh don’t misunderstand this is not a crush. he’s not in love or anything, he just wants your pussy so bad it’s making him act like this.

but seungmin, doesn’t make an effort to make a move on you. just touching you without a consent but no “no” said is okay to him. he likes just watching you too. acting like he’s not so up for pinning you to the wall and fucking you from behind while covering your mouth so no one would hear.

he just wants your body. wants to use you. wants to take what the others have already had. he’s patient but that’s gonna end once too.

objectification.

you’re letting them objectify you.

you… okay, you kinda like it. not in a “i have no self respect” way, more like… it’s hot. being wanted this badly by eight hot, famous, rich men who could have anyone but keep wanting you. you like being the one they all know. you’re so glad for this job.

and you objectify them back. unintentionally, but you do. especially chan. oh you two have a weird little dynamic, anyways, he’s so.. yes. he’s the man ever. dadaman.

and you catch yourself staring at his hands sometimes, imagining them spreading your ass again. you catch yourself getting horny, turned on just hearing him talk.

he’s hot. he’s so fucking hot it makes you want to rip your two arms off. (without you developing a crush!! so professional)

but this doesn’t mean he’s your favorite, you don’t have a favorite. you like them all the same. and you like their bodies. you like their voices. you like the way they are during sex.

but unlike them, you’re not just objectifying. you’re a woman. you’re not as traumatized as they are. you still have space in your head for empathy. you feel bad for them, really bad sometimes. you see how young they were, you see how they’ve been trained to act through anything, through pain, to perform through exhaustion, to never complain. you see the fear in their eyes when they think about what happens if they’re not perfect. you see how lonely they are, and it affects your easy little heart.

so yeah. you use their bodies and their neediness to feel good and powerful, but you also feel sorry for them. you see the scared little boys underneath the muscles and the acting, you see how much they’ve sacrificed, you see how badly they need someone to just… be soft with them. these men have ruined their lives.

that’s why you let them do this to you.

you’re not innocent, you’re not a victim, you’re a participant, you’re getting something out of this too, money, validation, power, pleasure, satisfaction, and you’re okay with that. you’re more than okay with it.

because you really like the boys, after all. maybe you like them for how traumatized, fucked up in the head they are, but you still do and it is what it is. they’re nice, just damaged.

but lately it’s been a lot of chan. still, no favorites, just it came like this. you’ve been spending big amounts of time with him. it’s a surprise that none of them ended with you choking on his beautiful cock but what’s late isn’t gone.

one night you were in the studio with him, just laptop time. you were about to get up and go home soon, but… not yet.

the others had gone home hours earlier. it was just you and chan, both on your laptops, legs tangled under the small table. now that’s adorable. he was muttering things under his breath, eyebrows knotted, it was so cute. you were fixing the schedule for next week, color coding shit!!

at one point he got up to stretch, arms over his head, shirt riding up, showing that luring v line and the trail of hair you knew led down to his thick cock. he caught you looking. smiled, a little bit. then sat back down. leg went back on yours.

that single interaction held more intimacy, more tension and romance and cheekiness than any form of sex you two ever had.

anyways, you like his company. you really do. he’s maybe the calmest when it’s just the two of you. he’s funny too, in his dry way.

he asks about your day sometimes. tells you shit about the boys. he’s trying.

of course he also likes the way your throat feels. you notice him staring at your mouth sometimes. you see the way his thighs tense, how he swallows when you lean over to point at something on his screen and your shirt gaps a little.

he remembers. he remembers how you looked on your knees. how you sounded gagging on him. how warm and wet and perfect your throat was.

sometimes when you’re both focused on work you’ll notice his breathing change for a second, that’s when he’s thinking about it. then he’ll clear his throat or drink some water and go back to work.

you don’t mind.

you like that tension too.

another night you’re both sitting on a couch in a smaller room, on your laptops. chan is editing something, chewing on that chewable lip a bit. you’re on about some calendar but cookie clicker is open under it.

he reaches for the burger you brought him earlier, unwraps it with one hand, fucking man, and inhales the whole thing in three massive bites. fucking caveman.

you look over. “you good?”

“mm.” he grunts, mouth still full. “stavving. thanks fo brinhing it.”

you hum, going back to your screen. a minute later you ask “can you pass me my charger?”

chan reaches over, unplugs his own charger and hands it to you. it was closer. newer iphone chargers nonetheless so doesn’t really matter. “here.”

“thanks.”

you both go back to typing. ten minutes later he asks you “what time do i need to come in tomorrow?” since something got put to another day.

“ten thirty.”

“fuck. okay.”

silence again. comfortable. you glance at him once. he’s focused, but seems relaxed. you two fit so good together, just please start dating, please. (exaggeration, neither of you are ready for that yet)

he catches you looking. “what?”

“nothing. you have a pen mark on your cheek.”

he rubs at it. “gone?”

“still there.”

he sighs, wipes harder. you go back to your laptop. neither of you says anything else for the next half hour. it’s nice.

you have seen this man naked, by the way.

another time you’re answering emails while chan leans back on the couch, groaning around.

you don’t stare. much.

“my back hurts.” he mutters.

“you did too many reps yesterday?”

“yeah.” he rolls his neck. “can you pass me that pillow behind you?”

you grab it and throw it at his face. he catches it, laughs, aw okay, stuffs it behind his lower back.

“better?”

“better.”

you both go back to work. ten minutes later he reaches over and takes one of your fries from the whatever you ordered.

and when he’s done with that he has the audacity to ask “you got any gum?”

but really he just knows you’ll give them anything anytime.

you pull a pack from your bag and hand him. he takes two, pops them in, then offers the pack back.

“thanks.”

“mhm.”

you sit there in comfortable silence. he chews loudly. you don’t mind.

he likes your company. you like his company too.

you’re getting close.

now. this time it’s the same setting we just lead up to, studio, late as fuck, laptops open.

“pass me the ketchup?” he asks.

you slide the little packet over without looking. he catches it, rips it open with his teeth, and squeezes it onto the last few whatever he asked you to order for him. he paid, of course, not out of being a gentleman, it’s just the company’s rules with employing you.

“mm.” why do men always have to hum when eating? “you talked to hyunjin lately?”

you look up. “a bit. why?”

chan shrugs, not looking at you because he can’t. “heard that you two… you know.”

you lean back. “he asked me that afternoon. said he’d leave the brand meeting early. i told him it was bad timing, but he kept pushing. you know how he gets. i went over. that’s… it.”

he kept pushing. chan doesn’t like that. he’ll talk to hyune later.

anyways, he likes that you tell him this. he likes that you’re honest, that you don’t hide it, that you treat him like he can handle it. it makes him feel trusted. smart.

he nods. “he seemed… lighter after.”

“good. that’s the point.”

another bit of silence.

“you okay with all of it?” he asks.

“yeah. i’m fine.”

he looks at you for a long time, then goes back to his screen. yikes, there goes your chance, chan. but yeah, he’s grateful you talk to him like this. really grateful.

you stand up to grab something from your bag on the table. you rummage for a second, when you turn back around, little notebook in your hand, chan is standing in front of you.

close.

the tension of you two’s arrives back into the room. did it ever leave?

his eyes are fixed on you. so much held back behind them, so much of him.

he’s so pretty. those huge lips, so full, those eyes when he doesn’t have makeup on. how he smells. how low, quiet his voice is when he opens his mouth to talk to you.

“i want to have sex too.”

author’s note: uh btw the end of this series is supposed to be real love w the guys… if u couldn’t tell. so the classic fall in real love bla bla bla, anyways these are really mean characterizations on purpose, does not mean i’m assuming anything of these men or how they act, because i and we do not know these men!! AND if anyone only reads all done boss of my content, i’ll tell u that i do my series w the first part of the titles being the same (my dear y/n series and now the all done) and the last part of them changed!! love y’all thank u for the amount of love i got on the first part of this<3

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[seungminuteofpeace]

NOT FRIENDS

what to know: kim seungmin x gn!reader, sfw, getting together, friends(?) to lovers(?), crushes, reader's oblivious, seungmin is hopeless, they're both awkward, tiny bit of miscommunication, mature conversations, reader is best friends with all the guys pretty much

there's a chance there'll be more parts to this... I'm undecided. anyways, this is sort of based on a true story between me and a friend!

word count: 11.3k

recommended listening: blah - 1the9

Kim Seungmin wasn't your friend.

Well actually, if some outside party said to you something like, "your friend, Seungmin," you would not correct them or anything (and this happened often). He was not not your friend. He existed in that strange in-between category reserved for people you saw too often to call acquaintances but somehow not often enough to know properly.

A friend once removed. A friend of a friend. A friend of several friends, actually. Really, by all accounts, he should be your friend.

You were not entirely sure why the two of you never really crossed the line into actual friendship considering you shared practically the same social ecosystem. 

Maybe it was because you only have separate text threads with everyone else. Minho sent you blurry photos of "ugly" dogs he sees on walks (you were in a long ongoing battle to prove to him that dogs weren't inherently ugly). Chan forwarded you songs at two in the morning with captions that sounded existential for someone who claimed he was "of sound mind and body" when you checked in. Changbin only communicated in gym selfies and spontaneous invitations to dinner. Hyunjin treated your private messages like a curated museum of things that reminded him of you, and also things that didn't, and vice versa. Jisung had taken to using your thread as a personal reminder app (which you found slightly inconvenient when it went off at all hours of the day and especially at night). Jeongin popped in every now and again to vent about his members, trusting you wouldn't snitch. And Felix and you currently had a steady stream of TikTok links between you.

Seungmin, meanwhile, existed exclusively in the group chat.

Well.

Mostly.

After checking, you did technically have a private message thread with him. Except every single message had been sent by Felix borrowing Seungmin's phone after his own died or was out of reach.

So, yeah, maybe the problem was that you guys were terrible texters.

Or maybe it was because the two of you had never once suggested spending time together one-on-one. All the others had breached that pretty early into getting to know each other.

Maybe Seungmin was simply harder to get close to in groups. Everyone else in the group demanded attention naturally, however unintentional. Seungmin slipped around the edges of conversations and spaces, quiet until he had something worth saying, and then he was suddenly the funniest person in the room for exactly three seconds before retreating again.

It was unfortunate, really. He seemed like a super cool guy. 

He drove people places when nobody else wanted to. 

He was always first to start tidying up after a get-together.

He sighed when he was tired in the same pathetically cute way old dogs did before laying down.

He got oddly competitive during board games, though rarely, if ever, against you... which you actually took as a bad sign. Not because you desperately wanted Kim Seungmin to crush you at Uno or anything. But he treated everybody else with a certain level of casual familiarity and mockery that you never quite seemed to unlock.

Instead, you received politeness and kindness and patience.

And all that meant in your head was that he still thought of you as "someone else's person" rather than one of his own. You were not to be made fun of in his eyes. 

The point was simply that your dynamic had fossilized over time into something weirdly formal despite the fact that you had collectively spent hundreds of hours in the same rooms. Like, seriously, he didn't even use informal speech with you!

Sometimes you thought he seemed comfortable around you. Enough to occasionally sit next to you even when another spot across the room was free, at least. Enough to offer you a ride or two home after outings (even if you never really ended up needing them because the trains were so convenient and it was always somehow out of his way).

Then the next time you saw him, all you would get was a nodded greeting and silence on the western front. Back to square one... if there was even a single square to start with in the first place. A circle was probably more representative of what you had going on, always ending up back where you started, only to loop again.

The most annoying part about all this was that you genuinely could not tell whether the distance between you existed because Seungmin preferred it that way or because neither of you knew how to move past it anymore without it seeming strange. Because you certainly didn't prefer it this way. Who would?

You weren't friends, you and Seungmin. You were certain of this fact.

Which was why you nearly inhaled foam the next afternoon when you mentioned this all offhandedly and Hyunjin casually said, "Oh, it's because he likes you."

You coughed violently into your iced latte... and a little onto the table.

Across the tiny café table, Hyunjin didn't even flinch. He simply watched you, perhaps looking a little grossed out by the little dribble that fell down your chin. He subtly nudged the napkin container closer to you with a knuckle.

You stared at him right back, cleaning up your face.

"I'm sorry," you said slowly, because clearly he had suffered some kind of neurological event on the walk over here and goodness knew he couldn't risk losing more brain cells. "Because who likes me."

"Well, Seungmin." The only thing missing was a little duh at the end, but his tone and eyebrow raise got that across just fine.

You blinked at him, then snorted once, because genuinely what else were you supposed to do with that information? He was pulling your leg for sure.

"No, he definitely doesn't."

"Uh, he definitely does." He frowned indignantly. And that's how you knew he was just arguing to argue now. He was the sort to die on a hill, even when he knew the hill was a lie.

"You are making shit up," you informed him, pointing accusingly with your dirty napkin. "You tend to do that, you know. Sure, it's fun to pretend sometimes, but this is your friend you're talking about."

Emphasis on the your.

"I'm not making anything up!" He had the gall to look offended. "Seungmin has had a thing for you forever."

"That is an insane thing to say." Could you imagine? Seungmin, the one who hardly ever smiled at you—much less looked at you—into you? Please.

"It really isn't."

"Yes, it is," you said, leaning forward across the little table to really instill this point in him. It rocked, rattling the dishes you shared. "Did he explicitly tell you that he does?"

"... No... but trust me, I know Seungmin," Hyunjin said, eyes flicking away. "And I know yearning when I see it."

Classic Hyunjin, the utter romantic, of the delusional and hopeless variety. You pitied him, honestly, it must be hard to live like that as a single man.

"Then why hasn't he done anything about it?" you said finally, humoring him out of that pity. 

"Who's said he hasn't?" he rebutted.

"Uh, me?" You looked around, as if it could be anyone else. "He hasn't expressed any interest like that at all to me."

"Because he's scared." He shrugged lightly.

You barked out yet another laugh. "Kim Seungmin is not scared of me."

"Not of you, of feelings," he stressed.

"If he liked me, surely at some point in the last several years something would have happened." Surely, if it was anything serious (or even true), there would be signs.

"You are severely underestimating that man's ability to avoid a situation." Hyunjin snorted.

You shook your head, still laughing a little because the whole conversation felt absurd enough to circle back around into entertaining. Honestly, Seungmin liking you was such a bizarre concept. Sure, you'd never heard tell of him liking or dating someone else as you had with some of the other guys over the time you've known them. But you chalked that up, again, to you not being close enough to be let in on that sort of information.

Hyunjin was crazy. And that was nothing new to you, so you let it go. Let him be delirious if it helped him keep his whimsy in the world. The conversation never came up again with him, anyway.

It did, however, come up with someone else coincidentally...

"Hey, do you know if Minnie-ah is going home to visit family next weekend?" Changbin asked over dinner a couple weeks later.

"Uh, I don't know," you said slowly. You did do him the courtesy of going through your memory to see if that had ever come up, but it should surprise no one that it didn't. "Why would I know that?"

"Oh, I just figured he might have mentioned something to you," he guessed.

"To me?" you echoed.

Changbin blinked at you from across the grill.

"Yeah?" he said uncertainly.

You stared right back at him. "Kim Seungmin to me?"

His confusion deepened. "...Yeah."

"Seungmin-ssi and I... don't really talk," you drew out. You thought everyone was aware of this. Was everyone not aware of this?

"What do you mean." He frowned.

"I mean," you said, "we talk in group settings. Same as everybody else. But we do not... privately communicate. Especially not about plans that don't involve each other."

Even just saying it felt wrong (but that was probably due to the extremely odd wording you used).

"You don't?"

"No?"

He leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. "Interesting."

It was clearly said in a way that suggested he found it less-so interesting and more-so weird (and did you detect an ounce of concern?).

You blinked away your own confusion, wondering if Hyunjin had maybe said something to him to make him think things were different than they really were. You wouldn't put it past the guy to start waxing his fabrications to his roommate.

"Why?" you asked.

"Oh, I heard he was debating on going back sometime soon," he answered, getting back to his food. "Just curious."

"No, why is it interesting that we don't talk?"

He paused, chopsticks halfway to his mouth, said, "I think maybe I've said too much," and then stuffed his cheeks full.

On the contrary, you thought, he hasn't said nearly enough. 

"Oh come on," you groaned. "Did someone say something to you? Did Hyunjin-ah blab about our conversation the other day?"

"Hyunjinnie? What did you guys talk about?"

"Don't avoid my question," you said.

He looked sufficiently caught. His mouth opened and closed, gaping like a fish. "Nobody didn't tell me anything."

"Don't confuse me with double negatives and incorrect grammar," you hissed.

"Look, okay, I can't," he muttered finally. "When someone tells me something in confidence, I like to maintain that. My lips are sealed on this one. Sorry."

And he stuck to it, unfortunately. He masterfully changed topics every time you tried to steer it back to Seungmin—something you really weren't versed in. You cursed how loyal he was.

Having those two conversations under your belt by this point, you were getting oddly nervous. What were these guys seeing that you weren't? Had you been misreading things? Could it really be misreading when there was hardly anything to read?

It was inevitable that you got into your own head about it.

You became extremely hyperaware of how you acted around the group, and especially hyperaware of how Seungmin acted around you.

One Friday night found the whole group crowded into Minho and Jisung's apartment for a homemade meal and a movie nobody was actually paying attention to. Jisung and Changbin were arguing over the correct ranking of characters of a totally different franchise to the one playing. Hyunjin was stretched across the floor, watching them and contributing nothing. Chan kept disappearing into the kitchen to join Minho every ten minutes because sitting still was physically impossible for him and he wanted to help out in some way but Minho kept turning him away.

And you? You were just acting weird, and you knew it.

Every time Seungmin so much as moved in your peripheral vision, you tensed. It was starting to make you cramp up, and that was just making you more irritated. 

Worse still, he was behaving exactly the same as always.

Where was this supposed longing? This pining? This allegedly years-long crush Hyunjin—and possibly others—seemed convinced existed?

Seungmin had greeted you with his usual polite smile when you arrived. He'd asked if you wanted anything to drink while he was up, and that was the sum of all you'd conversated. He'd spent most of the evening bickering with Jeongin over something you couldn't hear from across the room.

That was it. And that was normal.

At one point, he laughed hard enough at something Changbin said that he leaned sideways into the couch cushions, eyes squeezed shut for a long second.

You stared, having not been listening. It was an objectively nice laugh, you'd always thought so, and what was that? Was that... jealousy? Jealous that you had never made him laugh in this way? That you likely would never be able to due to your emotional, and most times physical, distance?

Since when had you cared about that? You made all the others laugh just fine, wasn't that enough for you?

No.

You needed that laugh.

You hated Hyunjin with your whole being. You hated Changbin too, no matter how undeserving he was of it. They had infected your brain with utter nonsense and now you were seeing Kim Seungmin differently.

As if sensing your thoughts, Hyunjin glanced over from his spot on the floor. Then his eyes flicked between you and Seungmin once, and the bastard smiled.

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to channel your every hate-filled thought into his brain; however, his single brain cell was incapable of such telepathy beyond what he'd just accomplished, and he merely turned away.

You'd kill him one day.

"You okay?" Felix asked beside you quietly.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

"Jesus Christ," you hissed. "Where did you come from?"

He blinked at you owlishly. "I've been sitting here."

Right. He totally had been, for at least twenty minutes or so. He'd even massaged your hand at one point because you'd been clenching it into a fist from fried nerves.

You were genuinely losing your mind.

"Sorry," you muttered, rubbing at your forehead.

Felix studied you for a second, then looked toward Seungmin (you hadn't even been looking over there!) briefly before realization visibly dawned across his face.

"Oh," he said.

"Oh my god," you muttered, pushing yourself off the couch. You were not about to entertain yet another demented individual. "I actually cannot deal with you people tonight."

Felix sat up immediately. "Wait, wait—"

You waved him off and headed toward the kitchen area before anyone else could stop you, muttering a quick excuse about needing water despite the fact that you still had the drink that Seungmin had grabbed for you in your hand.

Behind you came the sound of Felix scrambling upright.

"Wait!" he whisper-shouted again, certainly garnering the attention of everyone in that room for a moment.

Of course he followed you. You just made him think you were annoyed with him, and he was the sort to resolve that immediately or perish trying, kind soul that he was.

"Hey," he whisper-called as he trailed after you into the kitchen. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," you whispered back aggressively, which probably undermined your point somewhat.

He looked unconvinced. "Did I do something?"

"No." The thought of Felix ever doing something to truly piss you off was inconceivable.

"Did Seungmin-ah do something?"

You stopped so abruptly near the counter that he nearly walked into your back.

"There it is again," you hissed, spinning around to face him. "Why does everybody keep bringing up Seungmin-ssi?"

For a moment, he looked a little lost as to why you'd even ask that. It almost seemed like he wanted to say, Why wouldn't I?

"...Didn't he...you know...?" he asked instead.

"'Didn't he'... what?"

He visibly scrambled for an escape route to the conversation, clearly sensing something off with his calculations. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't nearly so word savvy as Changbin when it came to stuff like that.

"Based on that response, I'm going to go with no," he said carefully. To himself, he muttered, "He's such a lying loser."

"Lying?" you repeated sternly. "Felix."

He dragged both hands down his face, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, "Lord, forgive me."

"What," you demanded quietly, "did Seungmin-ssi say?" Or not say, rather.

Felix looked genuinely torn, but he did give in rather easily. You almost felt a little bad, practically scaring him into giving you answers.

"You cannot react," he whispered first, looking back at the way you'd come from the living area. "And you cannot tell anyone that I told you this."

You'd think he or Seungmin had killed somebody, he was so dead serious.

"I'll react however I want depending on the information."

"That's exactly what I'm worried about. Please."

"Spill." You crossed your arms.

He exhaled heavily through his nose, before finally getting to it. "A while ago," he started carefully, "Seungmo told me he was gonna tell you he liked you."

You just stared at him. If there was a thought or feeling in the whole of your body, it was unknown to you. Was this what going into shock felt like?

He was yanking your chain, surely? Just like the others had? ...But Felix wasn't like that. Sure, he joked and teased and told little white lies for the bit, but he wasn't so cruel as to spread a fake rumor like this. Could it be that these things weren't totally unfounded?

Your face felt hot. In fact, your whole body was sort of on fire.

You desperately gulped down the last of the drink in your cup, and yet your mouth dried right back up.

"And then after that," he kept going quickly, like a cascading waterfall with no end, "every time someone mentioned you, he acted all weird and sort of mopey, and then today you were acting so strange and quiet and you—you even snapped at me!—so I kinda assumed..." He trailed off weakly.

"...Assumed...?"

"That he had told you and it didn't go so well."

You blinked once, perhaps twice. Again, the sensations in your body were a little fuzzy to you, a little delayed. "He did not tell me he liked me."

"Yeah." He winced. "I gathered that."

"Oh my god." You turned away briefly, pressing both hands against your forehead. This was insane. Not only had Seungmin apparently liked you for who even knew how long, but he had also liked you enough to announce his intentions to confess those feelings to his friends.

Behind you, Felix made another nervous noise. "You won't tell him that I told you, right?"

"And everyone knows this?" you asked instead of answering.

He paused to think. "I think only a couple of us know for sure. The rest just suspect it. Kinda obvious."

Obvious? Obvious?! Was that supposed to be a dig at you?

Changbin, he had to be one of the few who knew for certain, what with the way he talked about confidentiality and trust. And Hyunjin only assumed, and assumed correctly, if Felix was to be believed. But what reason would he have to lie?

"You guys just act so awkward around each other," Felix continued, literally unprompted (rude), and sounding a little pained himself. "I was hoping he'd actually do something to maybe break through it and save us from all this unresolved tension."

"There is no tension!" You whipped back around.

From behind you came a snort, and both of you startled violently. Minho stood there holding a dish towel, having very clearly tuned in sometime during the meltdown.

"There's definitely tension," he informed you.

You pointed at him. "Why are you here."

"I live here. And you came into my kitchen." His eyes drifted toward Felix over your shoulder. "He finally told her?"

Minho knew?!

Felix looked at him blankly for a second before sighing. "...No."

There was a beat of silence before Minho barked out a laugh so sudden he had to grab the counter. "Oh, Kim Seungmin is pathetic," he wheezed.

You were beginning to think so, too.

And you, you were equally as pathetic!

Quite the duo you two made, huh?

A longer silence settled over the kitchen for a second after Minho's outburst, broken only by the muffled sound of Jisung yelling from the living room about someone having "zero media literacy."

You stared blankly at the countertop. Then, another thought occurred to you. "How long ago did he say he was going to tell me?"

Felix's winced so hard that his whole body twitched, probably regretting the fact that he told you.

"Like a month ago?" he guessed, and then added, "But he's been hint-dropping for awhile."

"How awhile."

"...Last fall?"

"Last fall," you echoed faintly. The peak of summer had just passed. "That was almost a year ago."

Some of these guys had been sitting on this for a year?! Since when had they gotten so good at keeping secrets? You couldn't even get Jisung to keep track of his own wallet for twenty-four hours, Chan accidentally spoiled surprises because he got excited, and Hyunjin treated secrets like they physically burned holes in his pockets (which was probably why he hadn't been told explicitly). 

That wasn't even the part bothering you most, though.

Honestly, once the initial shock wore off, it made perfect sense why nobody had told you. It wasn't really their secret to tell. If Seungmin had confided in them, then of course they'd keep it to themselves. They owed it to the guy for being their own personal rock and secret vault whenever they needed.

No, what bothered you was that they'd apparently spent months living with an entirely different understanding of reality than you. You'd been the only person missing a piece of the puzzle. And that was more than a little embarrassing, to be honest.

And now your recent interactions with Seungmin were replaying in your head with horrifying new context.

The time he'd lingered after everyone else left a café, awkwardly tapping his fingers against his cup while you gathered your things before plucking up some sort of nerve to offer to walk you to the station. You'd declined because you figured he was asking out of some sort of gentlemanly responsibility and not because he wanted to.

There had been one evening where everyone else got caught up talking in the parking lot after dinner while you waited slightly off to the side scrolling through your phone. Seungmin had wandered over after a minute. Not to start a conversation, because you guys didn't really have those. Instead he'd just stood there next to you in silence. You remembered glancing up eventually and trying to engage him by showing him something dumb on your screen. He'd looked at it, laughed quietly, and stayed beside you until everyone else was ready to leave.

There had also been that time you'd invited your (at the time) talking-stage-situationship-complicated-mess to a hangout to introduce him to the group, just to see how he meshed... Well, he hadn't meshed very well at all, with Seungmin least of all for some reason. Back then, you'd been surprised by the instant curtness each side showed each other and when you asked the talking-stage-situationship-complicated-mess about it later on, he'd merely said, 'He's the one you guys refer to as a dog, right? It makes sense.'

(Thank goodness you left him.)

The version of Seungmin that existed in your head was someone polite and thoughtful and generally kind to you (which, again, was not how he acted around his close friends). None of those moments had ever felt remarkable enough to question, other than that last one, you supposed.

And it was... a little sad, actually. Because if Felix was right, then every one of those moments had probably felt much bigger from Seungmin's side than they ever had from yours.

What you couldn't understand was how a person could apparently like someone for that long while simultaneously giving every impression that they were trying very hard not to be liked in return!

If Seungmin liked you, shouldn't he have wanted to get closer? Closer, at least, than this?

Finally Felix spoke, and it was like he had read your mind.

"Seungmo cares a lot about how you see him."

You looked up from where you'd been staring at the marble counter. "What does that mean?"

Felix looked toward Minho, as if silently asking for help.

Minho sighed. "You're surrounded by men who tease you."

"...Thank you for that horrifying sentence."

"Seriously, though," Felix laughed, agreeing. "Think about it: Binnie-hyung teases you, Hannie teases you, Hyunjin teases you, I.N teases you. Half the conversations you have with Minho are arguments."

You and the man in question glanced at each other and shrugged. It was true.

"The point is, Seungmin sees all that."

"Okay?" You frowned.

"Okay," Minho repeated dully. "And none of those guys are your boyfriend."

Eugh, just the thought sent shivers down your spine. Sure, some of them would probably be pleasant partners, but something about that...

"I think Seungmo just..." Felix rubbed the back of his neck, "never wanted to be grouped in with everyone else."

That made you pause. Grouped in?

"As another friend," he clarified at your silence. "From his perspective, you already had that. You already had people making you laugh. People teasing you. People texting you all day. If he wanted to be important to you, then he couldn't just be another version of what you already had."

Your attention drifted inward then for some much-needed self-reflection.

The teasing had always come easily with the rest of the group because it had never meant anything. Or rather, it meant friendship (that wasn't nothing obviously). And it came with the certainty that nobody was trying to impress anybody.

Half the time your conversations with those idiots sounded like active hostility to an outside observer. If a stranger overheard some of your exchanges with Minho, they'd probably assume you despised one another. And that couldn't be further from the truth; you were quite fond of each other. But, again, you did not consider any of those guys dating-pool material.

The uncomfortable truth was that you'd never actually spent much time thinking about what you wanted from a relationship. Not in a serious capacity, at least. It had always existed as a vague future concept. Something that would happen eventually if the right person came along—like the movies.

And even when you did think about it, you never imagined yourself with someone... completely different from your friends.

You liked teasing. You liked banter. You liked laughing until your stomach hurt over absolutely nothing. You liked people who could be honest with you and call you out when necessary.

You wanted to genuinely enjoy being around the person. You wanted to choose their company even when there was no romantic context attached to it.

It wasn't that Seungmin lacked qualities you found attractive. Quite the opposite, actually. He was thoughtful, reliable, funny when he chose to be and even when he didn't. If someone had handed you a list of traits you valued, he would've checked a surprising number of boxes. He was a shiny-dime of a catch. 

Too bad he'd self-sabotaged himself and made himself out to be someone who wasn't those things to you.

And you weren't clear of blame, either. Never noticing his many (pitiful) attempts, how unobservant could you possibly be?

Well... this was ridiculous.

You were both adults!

There was no reason to continue running on assumptions when the person in question was literally sitting twenty feet away in the next room.

Before either Felix or Minho could register the resolve in your expression, you pushed away from the counter.

"I think I need to talk to him."

The words had barely left your mouth before Felix's eyes widened in alarm.

"No."

You took another step.

"No, no, no."

One second you were heading toward the doorway. The next, Felix had wrapped his arms around you and caught you around the middle in an effort to physically redirect you.

The problem was that he committed far too much momentum to the maneuver. With a startled yelp, he practically spun both of you in a half-circle and nearly toppled you both over.

"Felix!"

"Careful!"

The reprimands came from you and Minho at the same time.

Felix froze, and so too, did you in his arms.

Minho lowered the dish towel he was still holding and stared at him.

"You idiot," he said flatly. "You are the one person in this apartment who should not be tackling people."

"Seriously?" you added. "What happened to all those warnings your physical therapist gave you?"

Felix looked momentarily chastened. Then his panic reasserted itself. "My back won't matter if Seungmin kills me."

No one, not even Seungmin at his most angry, would ever hurt a hair on Felix's head, but you understood why he was so adamant about this.

Honestly, he'd done you a solid, being so forthcoming tonight when the others hadn't been. You owed it to him not to fracture the trust he had with his roommate.

"So... what?" you asked. "What am I supposed to do then?"

"Drop hints that you like him back?" Minho suggested blandly.

"Whoa, what makes you so sure I like him?" you balked.

"Do you not?" Felix asked, and you realized he hadn't really let you go, perhaps still fearing you'd dash away to confess what he'd done.

To answer his question, though... you didn't know.

It wasn't that the idea repulsed you—far from it. The revelation had been shocking, yes, but nowhere in the last hour, and even over the past couple weeks, had you experienced the overwhelming certainty that it could never work. There had been confusion and embarrassment and a healthy amount of existential suffering, but not rejection.

But you'd never let yourself ask whether you could like Seungmin because you'd assumed the answer didn't matter because it was unfathomable that he could ever like you back. The question had never seemed relevant.

Now, all of a sudden, it was the only question anyone cared about. You included, if you were being honest. Now, if only you could answer it...

"I don't know," you admitted finally.

Felix and Minho didn't say anything, and you exhaled slowly.

"I think..." You paused. "I think I could."

Felix's arms slightly squeezed around you and he released the tiniest of happy sounds, seeming delighted over just a mere possibility of an inkling of an iota of a feeling. You couldn't help but shake your head and roll your eyes fondly.

And at that horrible, terribly timed moment, the universe sent a big fuck you (perhaps as karma for Felix betraying a friend and you for being naive) and Seungmin, the man of the hour himself, walked through the doorway.

His gaze landed on the three of you reflexively. On Minho standing by the counter. On Felix. Then finally on you. Or rather, on Felix and you in what was a pretty embrace-y position.

You jerked away, and Felix let go so fast he nearly stumbled backward into the island. Belatedly, you realized that probably looked worse than if you'd simply stayed where you were. Everyone got hugs from Felix from time to time, why'd you have to go and make yourselves look guilty about it?

For the briefest moment, Seungmin's eyes just flickered between the two of you.

And because of everything you'd learned tonight, because every interaction you'd ever had with him was currently being dragged back through the mud of your memory and reexamined under a microscope, you caught something you probably would've missed before (or something you would have dismissed as his discontent for others' PDA).

A tiny tightening around his eyes. A brief downturn at the corner of his mouth. 

It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, smoothed over as he dropped his gaze down and away to look at Minho pointedly.

He took a deep (and dare you say, long-suffering?) breath before asking, "Wasn't food supposed to be ready like fifteen minutes ago?"

Minho's eyes widened, and he turned around to head back to the other side of the kitchen, fiddling with pans he'd left unattended.

This left Seungmin alone with you and Felix, and just as you were about to say something—anything—to smooth over a misunderstanding and break some sort of ice, he turned his back to you and walked to the table to find a seat. A very clear dismissal.

You and Felix shared a look, and he mouthed an emphatic apology to you. You just waved him off.

Everyone was eventually called into the dining area to eat. And despite Jisung's whiney complaints of, "It's so burnt, hyung!", it wasn't actually that bad. Maybe slightly crunchy when it shouldn't be, and smoky when it should be spicy, but still edible.

No one dared suggest they order takeout or redo it, though, lest they risk Minho getting even more upset. And at present, there was already too much of a sour atmosphere to add to that.

Seungmin was in a bad mood. And because of that, Felix was in a bad mood knowing he was at fault. And Felix's emotions were notoriously known for being contagious, so everyone—unknowingly or not—was affected.

And unfortunately, Felix's guilt manifested in the most Felix way possible. He kept trying to do little things for Seungmin—asking if he wanted more of a side, offering to refill his cup, starting conversations that specifically mention his special interests—only for the guy to reject the efforts with increasing levels of annoyance. It wasn't enough to start an argument, but it was enough that anyone paying attention would notice.

And people were always paying attention.

Changbin, particularly, was one of the most observant people you knew when it came to interpersonal dynamics, even more so where these two were involved. He often pretended otherwise, but he cared quite deeply for his younger members. You watched the realization slowly dawn on him over the course of the meal.

His eyes lingered on Felix for a moment before they drifted toward Seungmin, then toward you, then back again. A subtle frown formed between his brows. It lasted all of three seconds before some sort of understanding settled in.

What he was understanding exactly when he didn't know the full story, you couldn't be sure.

Unfortunately, Changbin wasn't the only person at the table capable of doing that.

Hyunjin had always been strangely in tune with him. Maybe it was because they spent so much time together. Maybe it was because both of them were annoyingly invested in everyone else's business. Whatever the reason, you watched his attention snag on Changbin's expression and then follow the path of his gaze, toward you and Seungmin and Felix.

A smile threatened the corners of his mouth, and you kicked him under the table. Now wasn't the time for his ego or teasing or told-you-so's.

The kick to his shin accomplished absolutely nothing. If anything, it seemed to amuse him and he nudged you right back.

You watched on in growing aggravation as he leaned over and muttered something into Jeongin's ear. The younger boy frowned as he listened, head cocking in surprise before his eyes glanced at you and then at Seungmin.

You shook your head, not absolutely sure what you wanted to convey with it other than 'Keep your mouth shut.'

He was a far better listener than Hyunjin, thankfully, and he obediently returned to his food.

Across the table, Chan had been mostly focused on his own meal, but even he eventually picked up on the fact that half the table seemed preoccupied with something and his gaze swept over everyone while he took a sip of water.

Changbin.

Hyunjin.

Jeongin.

You.

Then finally Felix, who looked so sullenly at his roommate, begging silently for forgiveness.

Chan's eyes narrowed slightly. You'd known him long enough to recognize that expression. The man practically raised seven children; nothing escaped him for long.

The only person still completely oblivious in the end was Jisung, and you hoped it stayed that way because he was the only one talking to you like normal. Or at least what passed for normal where Han Jisung was concerned (he was regaling you with the plot of a childhood dinosaur movie).

While he spoke, your attention drifted. Partly because you'd heard this plotline before, because he talked about The Land Before Time often, partly because your nerves were making it difficult to focus on anything that wasn't seated three chairs away from you. And partly because Felix had gone very quiet. You glanced toward him.

The blond was hunched slightly over his plate, gaze lowered. At first you assumed he was simply pouting, but then you caught the faint glow of a screen against his shirt coming from beneath the table.

A moment later, your phone buzzed in your lap, and buzzed like five million times subsequently.

Felix eventually looked up so the two of you locked eyes.

He looked batshit terrified.

Slowly, while Jisung launched into a fresh spiel about a song from the franchise about eggs, you slipped your phone from your pocket and angled it beneath the table.

Sure enough.

FeFe im gonna tell him i have to he'll hate me but its better that it comes from me and i really cant stand him thinking we were doing anything romantic earlier not anything against you but im not a homewrecker ur lovely but ya know

You stared at the texts. This was what you had wanted. It was what you had set out to do when Felix had stopped you in the kitchen. Seungmin should know that you know. This meant that things could progress forward, for better or for worse.

That all didn't stop your heart from racing.

Get a grip!

You typed back.

You godspeed soldier

FeFe what do i say even?????

You can start w the truth? you can say i pressured you throw me under a bus

FeFe he'll say im weak for folding😭

You well if the boot fits

FeFe  HAHAHAhaahHahahHah ur so funny😐

You tell him i don't think any differently of him

FeFe ok wait do you mean that in a friend way or???

Before you could decide how to answer (because you weren't sure), a shadow fell across your screen, and you looked up to find Chan standing beside the table with an empty water pitcher in hand.

His eyes flicked from your phone to Felix very obviously on his own phone, then back again.

"...Are you two texting each other from four feet away?" he asked.

You immediately locked your screen, and Felix practically shoved his phone under his butt to hide the evidence.

"No," Felix said.

Chan stared at him. You stared at him, too. Dude couldn't lie for shit.

Felix visibly deflated. "...Yes."

"Thank you," Chan said. "That was a much more believable answer. Y'all are weird." With a small shake of his head, he continued toward the kitchen to refill the pitcher.

Somewhere to your right came a dramatic gasp. "And don't get me started on We're Back."

You blinked. Jisung was still talking about old dinosaur movies. He hadn't noticed a single thing.

Remarkable.

Truly remarkable.

You wanted to preserve him in amber.

Your attention drifted away from him and back toward the other side of the table, toward Seungmin.

His gaze had settled somewhere vaguely in your direction before glancing at Felix, and you read off his lips an, "Unbelievable."

And there it was: that tiny tightening around his jaw, the way his teeth briefly clenched, the almost imperceptible roll of his eyes before he lowered his attention back to his plate.

Your stomach sank, and the small amount of room-temp food you'd managed to swallow threatened to come up. You'd never felt this stressed out before.

You knew Felix was seconds away from throwing himself on a sword for the sake of honesty. But Seungmin didn't know any of that. From where he sat, all he'd seen was you and Felix disappearing into the kitchen together (and he might have even seen Felix giving you a hand massage previously). Then he saw you two hugging each other, and then he saw you guys texting each other through dinner and acting suspicious when caught.

God.

Maybe Felix was right.

Maybe he really was about to die.

Across the table, Felix stared at you for another few seconds. Whatever internal battle he was fighting seemed to reach its conclusion because his shoulders squared slightly.

He took a breath, nodded once at you, then looked directly at Seungmin to say something quietly.

It was clear that Seungmin didn't really want to give him the time of day, but he still tilted his head to acknowledge him. And they communicated in that way that only two roommates who had been living together for years could without words, only needing a few head shakes and eyes twitches.

Then, for one horrible second, Seungmin's eyes drifted toward you. The look wasn't accusatory. If anything, it looked resigned.

He clicked his tongue before standing up and leaving the room without ceremony, Felix joining him, glancing over his shoulder at you with a comically panicked expression.

You gave him the most subtle thumbs up you could, hoping he lived to see tomorrow.

The pair disappeared down the hallway, and the moment they rounded the corner, Hyunjin practically threw himself over the table. He asked you something, probably related to the exact dilemma you were in, but your attention remained fixed on the hallway long after both men disappeared from view.

You couldn't hear anything.

Couldn't see anything.

Couldn't do anything.

And unfortunately your imagination was far more active than reality.

What was Felix saying? How had he started the conversation? Was Seungmin angry? Embarrassed? Mortified?

Had Felix already admitted everything? Had he mentioned you? Had he mentioned the kitchen?

Had he mentioned the fact that you'd said—

Hyunjin seemed to figure out you weren't going to humor his teasing or conversation or whatever he was attempting, because he moved on to talking to Changbin.

That didn't stop the next person from leaning over, though.

"You okay?" Chan asked quietly before amending it, "Are they?"

You nodded. Then shook your head. Then nodded again.

"Convincing."

"Thanks."

"You want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay."

Bless him; he left it there.

Just when you thought you could calm yourself down enough to take a sip of water, the front door slammed, the sound cracking through the apartment like a gunshot.

Every conversation at the table died instantly, heads all jerking up and around.

Your chair scraped loudly against the floor as you stood. Across from you, Chan was pushing back from the table too, concern written plainly across his face as he muttered a, "What in the world..."

Nobody spoke for a second, perhaps waiting for another slam of the door.

None came.

Instead, shuffling footsteps echoed from the hallway and Felix appeared.

The sight of him made something in your stomach go sour, and it didn't mix well with the burnt meal.

He wasn't crying, but he looked dangerously close to it. His eyes were glossy under the dining room lights and his mouth was pressed into such a tight line that it looked painful. He kept his gaze lowered as he walked back into the room, shoulders slightly hunched, hands shoved into his pockets.

Chan was already standing, so he reached him first.

"Mate," he said softly in English, one hand landing on Felix's shoulder. "You 'kay?"

The question seemed to be Felix's undoing. For a moment, he just stood there staring at the floor. Then he laughed wetly once through his nose, though there wasn't anything remotely funny about it.

"No." His face crumpled. "He hates me."

Chan pulled him in for a hug. "Oh, Minnie-ah doesn't hate you."

Everyone else piped up with sentiments to that same effect—well, all except Jisung.

"Uh, I'm a little lost," he said, raising a hand sheepishly.

Hyunjin gave him a light smack upside the head. "Felix spilled the beans on Seungmin's crush, pabo."

Felix groaned at the reminder, face still turned into Chan's shoulder.

"Pabo?!" Jisung sputtered, trying to smack him right back. "How was I supposed to know?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Changbin got involved, pointing an accusatory finger in Hyunjin's face. "From what I hear, you spilled the beans first!"

"Hey now!" Hyunjin raised his hands up defensively as everyone turned on him. "I played it off as a mere hunch, and this was before he told us he was going to do something about it. I was just trying to get the ball rolling."

You didn't even have it in you to be mad that Hyunjin had clearly lied to your face back at the café, claiming Seungmin hadn't explicitly told him when that clearly wasn't true. At this point, that particular betrayal barely cracked the top ten.

More importantly, it wasn't helping the current crisis.

"What exactly happened?" you asked, your eyes finding Felix again.

The room quieted.

He finally pulled back from Chan's shoulder and scrubbed both hands down his face. The gesture did nothing to make him look less miserable.

"I just explained everything," he said, frowning, his face scrunching up sadly as he recalled it. "Ugh, his face. I'm so awful. I'm a terrible friend."

Chan pulled him back in for a bear hug.

You sighed heavily, feeling strangely at fault. Why had you pressed Felix? You should have pressed Hyunjin or Changbin; they would have cracked eventually and they would have handled Seungmin's reaction much better.

Actually, why had you pressed at all?

If you'd just stayed confused for one more night or maybe forever, none of this would've happened. But then where would you be? Still oblivious and in that same old loop with Seungmin?

Hyunjin looked from Felix to you, and he huffed. "Okay," he said, pushing away from the table. "This is stupid."

Before you could react, he walked over and gently but firmly took hold of your shoulders, steering you toward the front door.

"What are you doing."

"You are going to go talk to him."

"Absolutely not."

"Absolutely yes."

"This is not one of your dramas."

You dug your heels in, going so far as to ragdoll, but he merely held you up and kept carrying you forward with infuriating ease.

"Hwang Hyunjin, stop."

"It's for your own good," he said. "And just think of poor Felix."

Changbin passed you both by to open the door. Traitor.

"Guys, seriously—"

"You don't have to confess anything," Chan said from somewhere behind you, and your jaw dropped. Out of everyone, you would have thought he'd stop them from manhandling you. You would have thought he'd be reasonable. "Just talk to him. Hear him out?"

"Please?" Felix chimed in.

Your resolve wavered. Unfortunately, Hyunjin noticed this and used the opportunity to steer you the last few steps to the doorway.

"There we go."

"I still don't know what I'm supposed to say," you cried.

"You're smart, figure it out on the way down," Minho said from over your shoulder, sounding far too entertained by all of this, the jerk.

The door was now open and cool hallway air drifted in.

You looked at the exit, then back at the group who'd followed you to the foyer, all of whom were watching you with varying degrees of expectation.

Hyunjin gave you one final nudge over the threshold. "Go before he drives away."

"Fighting!" The boys called just before the door slammed shut for the second time.

You stood in the hallway for half a second, heart racing.

Then, with a muttered, "I can't believe they're making me do this," you headed for the elevator at a near jog, hoping Seungmin was still somewhere in the parking garage and not already halfway down the road.

The elevator took entirely too long to get to you, and then it took too long to open, then too long to close.

You jabbed each button more than once despite knowing full well that wouldn't make it move faster. The numbers crawled downward, and by the time the doors finally slid open, your nerves had worked themselves into a state.

The underground parking garage was quieter than usual when you stepped out. Cold, too, considering how late it was.

You stepped out, looking for the car you knew he'd driven here (with Felix, who would probably have to find a different ride home if this all didn't work out). You found it, parked several rows over beneath one of the overhead lights.

The engine wasn't running, the headlights were off, and the driver's seat was empty.

You approached anyway, peering through the windows as if there was a chance he'd somehow folded himself into the backseat. Nothing.

With a sigh, you turned away from the car and started walking.

The apartment complex wasn't huge, but it had enough outdoor paths and little communal spaces that someone determined to be alone could accomplish it fairly easily. You checked the small seating area near the entrance first. Then the side courtyard. Then the path that wrapped around the building.

Nothing.

By the time you'd completed nearly a full lap around the property, your hands were freezing despite being buried in your pant pockets. Your toes, too, were getting a little icy—you were still wearing indoor slippers with a pair of thin socks.

This was exhausting.

And every minute that passed gave you more time to think about the conversation waiting for you. How exactly were you supposed to start it? An apology of some sort seemed in order, but then what?

You groaned and tipped your head back toward the night sky.

The universe, apparently deciding you had suffered enough, finally took pity on you.

As you rounded the corner of the building, your eyes landed on a small overlook area near the edge of the property.

There wasn't much there, just a railing overlooking the street below and a couple of benches nobody ever used. And standing at the railing was Seungmin.

Your steps slowed, and for a moment, you just stared.

Both his hands rested on the metal railing, shoulders slightly hunched (maybe due to the temperature, but you had a feeling it wasn't). The wind tugged at his hair every so often, and in the glow of the nearby streetlights he somehow looked younger—more vulnerable—than usual.

The sight made something uncomfortable twist in your chest. You'd been the cause of that, no matter how indirect or unintentional. Shame on you.

You took a breath, then another, and finally forced your feet to keep moving. The crunch of your soles against the pavement was enough to announce your presence and Seungmin turned his head.

The second he saw you, you watched his entire body stiffen.

For a second, neither of you said anything. Which, admittedly, was very on brand for the two of you.

You stopped a few steps away from him and shoved your hands deeper into your pockets.

"So."

Brilliant start!

Seungmin looked away first, a faint laugh escaping through his nose, the kind people did when they didn't know what else to do, when things definitely weren't funny.

"Yeah," he said quietly, turning away, and yet another silence ensued.

You glanced at the railing, then at him, then back at the railing. He was clenching and unclenching his grip, sort of mirroring what your own hands were doing in your pockets. 

How was this going to be the first real conversation you'd ever had?

The silence stretched another few seconds before Seungmin cleared his throat.

"Did they send you?"

You sighed, knowing the answer probably wouldn't make him feel better, but he deserved honesty. "Shoved me right out the door."

He glanced over, and his eyes traveled from your face to your shoulders, down your arms, and then lower. A small, displeased frown appeared.

Right, of course. He probably didn't want to be having this conversation, especially not with you. He'd just gotten blindsided by Felix, fled the apartment, and now here you were showing up uninvited to continue the humiliation.

You looked away, wondering how much worse this situation would get if you just left right now.

"Sorry," you muttered. "I know you probably don't really—"

A sharp click of his tongue cut you off.

"Idiots couldn't even send you out with a jacket and proper shoes."

Then, before you could stop him, he shrugged out of his own coat and held it out toward you.

"Seungmin-ssi—"

"Take it."

It was probably the most demanding you'd ever heard him.

You stepped closer, now within a step of him, and took it from his hand. "Thanks."

You slipped it on without arguing; there didn't seem much point. The temperature difference was jarring, and judging by the way his shoulders relaxed slightly, he seemed relieved you hadn't fought him on it.

The coat smelled faintly like his detergent or cologne. Whatever it was, you liked it.

"Not going to offer up your shoes, too?" you couldn't help but ask. Anything to lighten the mood.

In response, he kneeled down, fingers moving to mess with the knots on his shoes.

You balked, hands shooting out to pull him up by his arm. "I was joking." 

He straightened, clearly fighting a smile. He'd been joking, too (at least you thought so based on what little you knew of his expressions).

His eyes dropped to where your hand was still wrapped around his sleeve.

Only then did you realize you hadn't let go, and you immediately released him.

"Sorry."

"It's okay," he assured.

You took half a step back and shoved your hands into the pockets of his coat, feeling his car keys (welp, at least he wouldn't be able to run now). The motion made him look away, though not before you caught the faintest hint of amusement on his face.

Things were looking up, the mood wasn't totally awful, you guys were joking around... now was the time to make your move.

"Don't be mad at Felix—"

"I didn't mean for—"

The words crashed into each other and both of you stopped... then proceeded to talk over each other again:

"Sorry—"

"You go—"

And again:

"Oh, I just—"

"Seriously—"

Was this why you never talked to each other? Because it was doomed to be a mess?

He held a hand firmly up in front of your face and you took that as a cue to just shut your mouth, but then he gestured for you to speak while he zipped his own lips.

"Um," you blinked, "Felix feels awful, really."

"Serves him right." He shrugged.

You rolled your eyes at his indignation. "He thinks you hate him."

The corner of his mouth twitched: not quite a smile, but not quite a frown. Something caught between affection and exasperation.

"He knows I don't."

The certainty in his voice made you pause. Of course he knew. Because unlike some people (namely, you), Felix and Seungmin actually talked to each other.

The thought arrived uninvited and it irritated you. You weren't even sure why. It wasn't exactly fair. Felix and Seungmin lived together. They'd known each other forever. It would be stranger if they didn't communicate well.

Still.

Why was it so easy for them to understand each other, even through crisis?

"He really does feel bad," you said again, softer this time.

Seungmin sighed through his nose and turned back toward the street below. "I know."

The annoyance in his voice had dulled considerably.

You studied his profile for a moment.

The streetlights painted soft shadows across his face, and without the usual distractions of seven other people occupying the same space, you found yourself noticing things you normally wouldn't. The slight crease between his brows when he was thinking. The way his jaw tightened before he spoke. The way he seemed incapable of standing still even while technically standing still, fingers tapping once against the railing before going still again.

The more you looked at him, the more bizarre tonight felt.

This was Kim Seungmin.

You'd known Kim Seungmin for years.

How was this the first time you'd ever really, truly looked at him?

You'd been missing out.

The wind shifted again, carrying the distant hum of traffic from the street below. Beside you, Seungmin remained quiet, his attention fixed somewhere beyond the railing.

For a while, neither of you spoke. You weren't sure whether it was because you were both trying to figure out what came next or because neither of you wanted to be the one to take that step.

Eventually, Seungmin exhaled deeply.

"You know," he started, eyes still fixed ahead, "you don't have to worry about it."

"Worry about what?" You frowned.

His fingers tapped once against the railing before going still. "About what Felix said."

Your first instinct was to deny it.

You weren't worried.

Were you?

(YES.)

You watched him carefully, trying to parse out his own thoughts on the matter.

His expression remained neutral enough, but there was something restrained about it. Something that reminded you of all the years you'd spent thinking Kim Seungmin simply didn't have much to say.

Now you suspected he'd always had plenty to say. He just picked and chose what escaped.

"We can just..." He shrugged one shoulder. "Forget it happened."

You stared at him. Surely, you were mishearing, right?

"Forget it happened," you repeated blandly.

"Yeah."

"What?" you asked, confused.

"Well, you've heard all there is to say. Cat's out of the bag, the dam's broken, my cover's blown." You watched as he steadily worked himself up before he took a deep calming breath. A faint, sad smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "If it's going to make things weird, we can just forget it happened."

This caught you off guard, and you'd already been quite off-kilter.

Part of you understood why he was offering. You weren't stupid. This was simultaneously giving you an out, a way to return to normal without having to reject him, and giving him a way to spare himself from hearing an answer he might not want.

The realization made your chest ache.

"That's dumb." The words slipped out before you could stop them.

"Excuse me?" he sputtered.

"I don't want to pretend this never happened."

"Why not?" he asked quietly.

Because those moments you'd spent replaying meant something now. Because now that you knew, you couldn't unknow it. Because the idea of going back to avoiding each other in rooms full of mutual friends felt strangely disappointing.

"I just..." you blew out a breath, "I know I don't want things to go back to the way they were before."

His eyes flicked to yours, and you continued before you could lose your nerve.

"I think I'd like y—" You stopped yourself. "I think I'd like to actually get to know you. I'd really like to try being... friends with you first. Real friends?"

The second The Word left your mouth, you regretted it.

It became clear to you by his reaction that he'd heard the word friends and shut down. Panic surged through you.

"No, wait," you backtracked. "I didn't mean let's be friends and that's all."

The sentence hung between you, and you forged ahead.

"I meant maybe we start there? And see where that takes us?" you offered and your voice softened. "Maybe nowhere. Or maybe we figure out there is something."

You shrugged helplessly, flinging your arms out in a way that made the folds of his jacket fan out, and you saw him smile.

"I don't know." A small and nervous laugh escaped you. "But I'd like the chance to find out."

Seungmin didn't answer right away.

He looked at you for a second, then away again, attention catching on something distant near your shoulder before drifting back. His fingers shifted against the railing once, twice, like he was weighing something he didn't want to say out loud.

You almost filled the silence just to save yourself from it, but then he spoke.

"We weren't friends?"

It came out flat enough that you took it for genuine offense.

"No!" you laughed in his face. "What we had before was not friendship."

"I know, I know." His subtly growing grin turned amused. "I'm messing with you."

Right, you'd have to get used to that. The teasing he was known for, his friendship trademark. The thought made you jittery, if you were being honest.

And what he said next made it so much worse:

"If friends is what you want first, I can do that. I want to try that," he assured before pausing. "But I also need you to know it won't always feel like that for me. I like you... a lot—Yongbok may have even downplayed it a bit—and I'd understand if that thought makes you uncomfortable."

His gaze flicked briefly to your face, then away again, giving you space in the most literal way possible without actually moving.

You huffed out a breath, a little disbelieving, and fanned your face despite the nippy chill.

"You can't just say things like that," you muttered.

Seungmin let out a quiet laugh through his nose first, like he wasn't entirely sure he was allowed to, and then it turned into something fuller and brighter and maybe even uncontrollable when he saw your stunned expression.

You cheered internally, recalling how much you'd wanted this earlier. Victory sure was sweet.

You watched him for a beat longer, waiting for his chuckles to taper just enough, before responding to an unspoken question.

"I'm not uncomfortable," you said simply.

His eyes lifted to you again, a little more focused now, but still warm at the edges.

"But I'll tell you if that ever changes," you added. "And you can do the same?"

Seungmin's laughter faded slowly and he exhaled through his nose, still smiling faintly to himself as he looked away for a second, collecting whatever composure he had left. Then his attention came back to you.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Of course."

The wind shifted again, colder this time, slipping between the space you were both pretending wasn't different than it had been ten minutes ago. You pulled his coat a little closer around you out of instinct, and his eyes flicked to the motion before returning to your face.

He shifted, pushing off the railing.

"We should go," he said, but there was no real urgency in it.

"Yeah," you agreed with a nod, though you didn't necessarily want to leave this little bubble that you'd made for yourselves either.

But the cold insisted on being a cockblock.

The walk back started the same way it had ended outside—quiet at first, the kind of silence you'd always had with him before, except now it didn't feel empty in the same way. Even still, you didn't let it stay silent for long. If you guys were going to be friends, you guys needed to pick up the pace.

"You're going to get yelled at," you said after a while, glancing ahead.

Seungmin didn't even pretend to misunderstand. "For what."

"For making Felix cry."

"He cried?" His head swung to look at you.

"As good as," you said.

He groaned to himself and you smiled.

The rest of the walk filled itself in without effort after that with small things, the blooming friendship things that you guys needed to speedrun:

He asked if you were still cold, and when you said "a little," he didn't comment—just shifted slightly so you were walking on the side of the path that wasn't catching the wind as badly. (This may have been a little more than friendly, but you decided you were okay with it.)

You asked him something about Minho's food, if he'd even gotten the chance to eat it, to which he replied honestly that he'd had no appetite. You apologized, but he waved it off by saying it looked burnt beyond belief, anyways.

You learned that Seungmin remembered an alarming amount about conversations you'd long forgotten having. Meanwhile, you had to repeatedly admit that you had absolutely no recollection of certain interactions. (This was not a flattering look for you, but he seemed to find it more amusing than anything.)

By the time the apartment door came into view, you felt very confident in your decision to try out the label of friends first. Kim Seungmin was a super cool guy, just like you figured.

When you walked up to the door, he reached for it first, holding it open without looking at you.

You passed him, shoulder brushing his just slightly in the narrow space.

Many pairs of eyes turned to you from the living area beyond.

Perhaps it was because they saw you wearing Seungmin's coat or just because you had come back together (which could only mean one thing in their small brains), but cheers went up around the room, all sounding congratulatory.

You and Seungmin glanced at each other, sharing an awkward look.

You did your best to tell him silently through your expression that you did not want to be the one to break the news. Lucky for you, he understood perfectly.

He sighed and lifted a hand before the noise could build any further, palm facing outward in a quiet attempt at control.

It worked only marginally. The volume dipped, but not the enthusiasm.

"Relax," he said. "We're starting as friends."

The room paused for half a beat, likely thinking about how best to react.

"Oh." Jisung was the first to break the silence. "I mean, oh! Friends are cool. Yay for friends!"

"With benefits?" Hyunjin just had to ask, and Changbin smacked him upside the head.

Your face went hot and you thought you saw Seungmin's ears go a little pink, too, but he rolled his eyes. "No."

"And..." Chan started, eyes flicking between you and Seungmin. "You're both... okay with that?"

"It was mutual," you answered with a nod and the guys all seemed relieved by this.

Hyunjin, however, was still not done. Of course not.

"So, friends," he said again, now grinning. "Sharing jackets is a little cozier than friends, in my opinion."

You fiddled with the sleeves of Seungmin's coat. You probably could have taken it off before coming back inside to avoid exactly this situation. And you probably could take it off now that you were inside, but something inside you wanted to keep it on.

"We share clothes all the time," Jeongin muttered. You appreciated him so much.

Hyunjin opened his mouth, probably to escalate further, but Chan lightly tapped him with the back of his hand before it could spiral.

"Leave it," Chan said mildly.

"Fine, fine," the man heaved and whispered something suspiciously like, "Friends to lovers is peak, anyways."

As things finally started to die down, Felix made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a sob. Then, without warning, he crossed the room and flung himself at Seungmin.

"I'm sorry," Felix said immediately, voice muffled against Seungmin's shoulder. "I will never tell another one of your secrets ever again. I'm the worst. I'll make it up to you, I swear."

Seungmin went still for half a second. Then, slowly, he exhaled through his nose.

"Yongbok," he said flatly.

"I know," Felix mumbled immediately, still half-buried against him. "I've disgraced myself as a human being and a friend and as a roommate too."

"That's not what I was going to say."

"It's fine, you don't have to be nice to me. I deserve honesty right now."

Seungmin paused for a beat. "...You're going to suffocate me if you don't move your head."

Felix finally pulled back just enough to look at him, still holding onto his sleeves like letting go would make everything worse again.

"It's fine. I'm fine," Seungmin insisted, and his eyes glanced up over his shoulder to catch your gaze. "More than."

Your stomach swooped, and your jaw kind of dropped at that. His eyes remained on you, the small upward twitch at the corner of his lips returning as he noticed your shock.

Felix was still clinging to his sleeve, still talking softly about how he was going to "repent through acts of service for the rest of his life," but neither of you really reacted to that part. Your eyes broke apart as Felix's voice dropped low again:

"I'm still sorry," he said again.

"I know," Seungmin replied. Then, after a beat, "Now stop talking about it."

"Okay." Felix nodded rapidly. "Yes. Silence. I will be silent. Like a monk."

"That's not—never mind."

You couldn't help it—you laughed then.

It slipped out before you could decide whether it was the appropriate emotional response to the situation, and Seungmin's eyes flicked to you again at the sound.

The corner of his mouth twitched just slightly.

Something settled in your chest after that. Not completely. You doubted it ever would. Not tonight, anyway. There were still too many things to think about, too many things to figure out, and an insane amount of retrospective embarrassment waiting for you the second your head hit a pillow.

(You were going to spend at least three hours staring at your ceiling and reliving every interaction you'd ever had with Kim Seungmin, because you were sure there were more hidden in the crevices of your brain. This was a guarantee.)

Life carried on.

Funny how it did that.

Because despite how monumental tonight had felt, despite how much it seemed like everything had changed, tomorrow would still arrive. The day after that, too.

There would be group dinners, movie nights.

Long conversations, short conversations.

There would be awkward moments and comfortable ones and moments where neither of you were entirely sure which category you belonged in anymore.

You'd spend the next few months learning things about Kim Seungmin that probably should have been common knowledge by now.

He'd learn things about you, too.

Some of those discoveries would be meaningful; others would be completely useless.

You'd learn how he took his coffee.

He'd learn that you couldn't be trusted with directions (he now drove you pretty much everywhere, even if it was out of his way).

The friendship part, it turned out, wasn't nearly as difficult as you'd expected.

The everything-else part was another story.

Kim Seungmin wasn't your friend.

Not really.

Even after everything you'd discussed on that overlook. Even after all the mutual agreements and sensible decisions and mature conversations that followed.

Friend didn't feel quite right.

Not before.

Not now.

He existed somewhere in that strange space beyond it. A place without a proper label yet. A place neither of you seemed particularly interested in rushing.

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He's What You Want, I'm What You Need - SKZ FRATHOUSE part 1, part 2

pairing: fratboy!jeongin x reader(f) x fratboy!seungmin x fratboy!hyunjin

genre: college au, smut, eventual romance (crazy)

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sypnosis: having had a single boyfriend throughout the span of your life, and that experience ending absolutely disastrously - you decided to take on the easiest approach - to hide underneath a social mask, and to avoid hot guys. especially the second solution. but what happens when you happen to get paired up with not one, but two members of the skz frathouse for a project? will you make it out? will you be able to survive when the rest starts to slowly register themselves in your everyday one by one, till the option of choosing isn't yours anymore.

word count: 10k

warnings: SMUT. dom!seungmin, dom!jeongin, sub!reader, perverse thoughts, jealousy issues, possessiveness, reader is embarrassing and a loser (in a nice way i suppose), lots of internal monologue, frat boys, teasing, they are MEAN, kind of bullying, nerdy interests, unprotected sex(wrap it up), lots of making out, seungmin is a serious case of he doesn't know what he wants, corruption kink (i think...), teaching kink, toying, oral (m and f), fingering, exhibitionism, voyeurism, lots lots of swearing, alcohol

this chapter is so bad bru, but im just trying to set the ground and stuff. next chapter will be more interesting, i swear.

i hate editing i hate editing i hate editing and proofreading hate proofreading

It's been three days. 

Three days since that happened, and your skin burns in memory. Lingering memory, the ones that refuse to wear off no matter how much you try and try to scrub it off.

Eyes, lips, hands, dick.

Dick, dick — and dick.

You couldn't stop thinking about it before — but it's worse now! Pretty sure that you've developed the insane habit of staring at people's pelvis. Well, people, really — it consists only of them. The who-you-must-not-speak-of, because it seems that they have some sort of spider senses, knowing exactly when they cross your mind or when their names happen to articulate out of your mouth; since the first thing that pops up in those situations is their text messages.

Which is a constant now.

They're texting you. Like. Everyday?

Not lovely texts though, barely running errands for them under the guise of that dumbass project. Their errand girl. Hence, why you're here with Jeongin.

Seungmin left about an hour ago, duty calls, or his coach might end him right here and there. Unwilling to leave you alone with his friend, the glare he gave you was cold enough. As if all of this was your fault. As if the uncomfortable coil in his chest was your fault. You're unaware of the latter though, not like he'd ever tell you how he feels. It's stupid and recent, too recent to act on any of it. Did he say stupid?

You couldn’t expect any less from Jeongin either. At least, he treats you a tad kinder than Seungmin, who decided to use you as a stress ball — hands groping and roaming your body like second nature. Driving you nuts when his palms ride a centimetre too high, almost giving you the wrong idea, only to pull back at the last second. Acting bothered, annoyed that you exist after he instigated physical contact.

Unlike Seungmin, Jeongin wants you to initiate it. He’ll brush his hand against yours on purpose, fingers curling absently. Right, absently. Weird, because you were sure he wasn’t fond of skinship. That’s what you heard — rumors before you met him. He likes to give you the idea that his touches are innocent, even when it feels the dirtiest. Offering you the tightest, cutest smile, proudly backing his image as the golden boy of their cult. Though it feels too warm, sometimes you get the idea that he’s faking it, especially when Seungmin is around. His ulterior motives speak through the twitches in his frown to the tongue poking at his cheek.

You can’t tell if they’re easier to deal with alone or together. There has been a weird, simmering tension between you three ever since, despite not having gone further than what happened last time. You’re certain that if there’s already been an awkward tension, it’s just gotten worse. Jeongin's presence next to you is loud, the heat radiating from his body bothers you. You should’ve gone home when Seungmin left, but then you’d be walking the path with him. Is it any better than being sequestered inside Jeongin’s room?

You keep trying to find excuses to excuse yourself, which he quickly finds solutions for. You’ve run out of ideas, falling into a slump at the complete edge of his mattress, as far away from him as possible. Somehow, his existence irritates you as much as it gets you wet. Embarrassingly so, you steal glances you have no control over. Your pitiful attempt at seeming busy with your phone fooling none.

“Noona,” he snaps you out in a sigh. A deep one. Throwing his head back the slightest, he drops his phone onto the pillow, eyes landing on your wide ones. “My eyes, they’re up here. Not down there.”

Oh god. You’re doing it again. He knows — he knows. Of course he would, who wouldn’t notice those perverse eyes. You squeeze your vision shut, face drowning in your palms and growing embarrassment. “I’m not— I’’m sorry. I didn’t mean to look there–”

He stays silent for a second, taking in your shy reaction. A faint smile turning his lips upwards, you can hear the smugness of it. “You didn’t mean to? You sure about that–”

“Yes!”

He hums, nodding along, pretending to believe that. “I think… that you’re thinking about last time.” The flustered scrunch of your nose is nothing short of sweet, he has to continue toying with it. “Honestly, noona. You’re kind of a pervert.” His tone is casual, that doesn’t stop the arrow of accusation from stabbing you.

The word pervert rings an uncomfortable bell, however it twists a delicious shame in your guts. Pathetic, you’re pathetic for getting turned on by the idea of him knowing your dirty secret. He mustn’t… never. No one should ever find out.

“If you keep staring at my pants like that, I’ll assume that you want to do it again.”

It. It’s evident what he’s talking about. It still takes you a moment. A brief moment that feels like hours in your running brain. The innocence in his tone is paradoxical to the light shade dusting his ears. Everything else remains unaffected. But you, of course.

“What?”

You're frozen on his bed, thumbs still hovering the screen of your phone. You hadn't anticipated this. Okay fine, maybe you were hoping that something as such would occur on your first step inside, well, his bedroom. Your excuse is that you were invited for academic reasons! Not to… to–

“I could teach you… how to properly suck dick,” it's flagrant, but he's close now. The flashing images of exactly three days ago playing on your mind. The taste of him, the heaviness of cock hitting the roof of your mouth — his scent, how your jaw ached afterwards — your body heats up, sucking in your bottom lip. The action doesn't go unnoticed, his eyes fly to your bitten lips. “Not calling you sloppy, it was your first time?”

You nod, face growing unbearably hot.

“Then, let me teach you?” Not Seungmin, not anyone else. Just him, Jeongin — he’ll show you how.

Your eyes fly to the condensing soda can on your left, the icy water discolouring the wood of his drawer. Panicked, you can’t get used to it yet. You weren’t even sure if they were going to encourage this again — you should’ve known better. “Jeongin— I don’t know…”

“Noona,” he coaxes, tone taking a manipulative undertone — and you’re aware of that. “Don’t act coy on me now, you’ve swallowed it no issue.” This is desperate, he’s getting desperate despite his cool exterior. Perhaps not as desperate as your melting resolve. You gulp, vision trailing down his body, where he’s sitting in dangerous proximity. He’s half hard, as if the thought had just hit him and he decided to run along with it. Your endearing blinking tightening the strain in his pants. “Come on…”

A heavy palm slides to your wrist, grabbing your phone to settle it next to the can. Face inches from you, he cocks his head to the side, the same now-cold palm scooting up your neck. Cradling your jaw. “You want it?” he asks, observing the subtle-yet-very obvious(unfortunate) signs of arousal shading your expression. Your heart hammers, eyelids dropping shut with a nod. A tiny approval sighing out of your lips, the only confirmation he needed before smiling against your lips. The kiss starts soft, an endeavour at calming your shaking body.

You’re so easily overwhelmed, what is he going to do with you?

Plump lips pull onto your lower ones, fingers digging onto your cheeks, urging your mouth to open for him. The exhale you release is swallowed along with your small moans, thighs quivering shut. He leans towards you, crowding your senses; utterly refusing to separate from your mouth. Your pretty mouth, which he’s got many ideas of using. He can’t let go, pushing you upwards with him, palms finding your waist, his grip strengthens. “Get off the bed,” he murmurs, muffled by the sound of wet whines. His sentence surprisingly registers, following the order mindlessly till your soles make contact with the cold floor. He finally gives you the opportunity to breathe, a string of spit attaching the two of you. “Your knees,” he speaks, using your shoulders to push you downwards. “Hm, you’re pretty.” he compliments, eyeing you on the floor before him. You’re directly positioned to his bulge, the roughness of it now obscene. You gaze up at him through your lashes, he nearly whines at the sight, if it wasn’t for his pride.

“How should I start–?” Your voice is meek, he must be having a wet dream. You haven’t started for shit and he’s throbbing pathetically at your timid eagerness. Timid. He wishes he could tell you that he knows. Fully conscious of the type of person you are — nevertheless, he holds onto the fact. It might prove to be useful in the future, who knows? God knows how you’d react if he told you, probably bolt out and transfer, or drop out. You’re crazy enough for that. He thinks he might go crazier if you stare at him like this any longer.

“Take my pants off,” he instructs, watching your trembling hands tug at his pants. “Slow– it should be sensual. Teasing is hotter.”

“Always?”

He licks his lips, breathing through his nose. “Nah, depends on the mood. If the person’s desperate enough then–”

“Are you? Desperate, I mean…”

“Fuck, are you teasing me?” he curses, the naivety of your tone could be mistaken for innocence if it wasn’t for the darker tint in your pupils. You don’t laugh, but the tiny lift of your cheeks tells him that you’re trying to ease up. Trying.

“Okay, slow then,” you divert the question, hooking your digits onto the waistband of his pants. You roll it down, revealing further skin with each tug. Saliva pools your mouth, reaching his thighs, you let the fabric go. Dropping at his feet, you’re met with his stained underwear. He’s flustered, more than he’d like to admit, leaking precum all over the cloth. You’re too entranced to care, adoring it beyond limit, making his situation worsen under your heavy gaze.

“Don’t just look, do something.”

“‘M sorry, was waiting for your words…” you mutter, a silent sound rumbles out of his throat. He wants nothing more than to tear his boxers off and shove it down your throat — have you choke on it till you brim with tears. He chooses to close his eyes instead, swallowing his flowing spit. Slow. He told you to take it slow, how long can he follow his own advice?

He sighs, ragged, “Come closer, yeah like that–” you scoot towards him, cheek pressed to his built thigh. “Just… kiss it, mhm–” his voice dies in his throat, curling into a moan the second you pamper him. Lips resting against his tip, you watch him. This is pornographic, spreading your mouth open, blowing warm air through the fabric. You’ve got no idea what you’re doing, simply hoping to recreate those porno scenes which you’ve touched yourself to countless of times. Praying that one day — you’d get the real thing to test on.

Those accumulated twenty-years-something of bad luck mounted to something, in the end, you aren’t as unlucky as you had presumed to be. Perhaps, you were a monk in your past life? Those decades of keeping chaste the reason for today's lust.

“Yn—” he calls, bringing you back to Earth, far from the mountain you probably meditated on throughout the last life. “You’re zoning out.”

You wince through your teeth, nails digging into the smooth fabric of his boxers, “Sorry– sorry, this ain’t because of you I swear–”

“I know,” he replies, patience wearing thin. He knows it’s a you thing by now, but if you don’t move in the next few seconds, he might lose composure entirely.

“Imma uhm…” you mumble, eye dropping to his erection once again, chewing on your lips — you finally free him, “continue…”

You’ve seen him before. One time isn’t enough. You’d die to see him everyday. Without the haste and daze of last time — you’re given a proper look of him, hard and wet. So fucking wet, he’s glistening. You try to say something, however it fails to come out. Staring in stupid awe, you can’t tear your eyes from his cock. No matter how many women have touched or seen him, there’s something about your dumbfounded glint that makes you addicting. Somewhat, never failing to appear as naive despite being anything but that. He can’t find it in himself to scold you for staring for this long, instead, he allows you. Tip flushed, twitching embarrassingly.

You gulp, constantly gulping from the excess of saliva forming. Though, you could do something much better with it. Tentative fingers find the base, gliding your fingertip across the prominent vein. Feeling the slick skin under yours. “God, what’re you doing–”

“Testing,” you reply, barely paying mind to him. Your palm is next, completely wrapped around him, fingers not lengthy enough to bind the entire girth. So big, so hot and heavy — different from the silicones you’re used to. This was in your mouth. Your pulse quickens at the mere thought. “Can I–?” you gaze up, lashes fluttering as you bring your mouth closer, making a kissy motion.

What the fuck– you’re trying to kill him. Inexperienced, his ass. He’s thankful that Seungmin isn’t here to experience this, glad to have you for himself and his selfish desires. “Yeah–” the worry of Seungmin is wiped from his brain with a kiss on his tip, shuddering under your experimental fondness. “Tongue.” You follow his guidance, prodding your tongue out. “The underside… it’s sensitive, ah shit,” sensitive. Has he always been this sensitive? To cry out from a lick alone —? He can’t recognise himself. The saltiness of precum takes over your senses, moaning at the familiar taste — it vibrates through him, sending goosebumps across his flesh. His mouth flies open, about to tell you to actually open up before he finds himself grasping your jaw wide himself — the process of learning fading with his patience. He needs it. Needs it badly, he might fucking die.

You read his mind, perhaps you possess those psychic skills too, his own head running as delusional as yours the second your lips wrap tightly around him. Welcoming him inside. You’re really rubbing off on him. You swallow the tip, brows pinching in concentration. In those videos… they usually — your tongue moves underside, laying it flat the best you can. Smiling against him, he makes a sound. Victory. Throwing his head back the deeper you take him, warm and wet tongue sliding underneath at a torturous pace.

You nearly reach halfway, his reactions feeding you on. This is right, you’re confident. You’re doing good, well, amazing — however, he hits the back of your throat — your jaw locks, a sudden sting spreading at your gums. You ignore it, getting some more in… halt.

You gag.

Gagged. You.

Your eyes fly open, gaping at him. He didn’t notice. Okay. OK.

You try again, squeezing your eyelids shut in pressured focus. “Egh–”

You panic. Lashes battling open for a quick solution, eyes landing on his face, back to his cock, back to his face and vice versa. Nostrils flaring in ragged breathing.

“Something’s wrong?” he asks, voice loud and ringing in your ears. Your imagination, this is your imagination. “Noona?”

“No.” It’s quick, absolute. Leaving no room for further questions. You pull back — spit attached to his flushed skin, offering him a tight smile — making an excuse of using your hands to jerk the rest.

Halt!

Isn’t no hands better? You’ve read that somewhere… No, no — no gagging is undeniably better. Sacrifices are to be made for everyone’s benefit. Sacrifices… your hands wrap around the base, jerking him off in sloppy motions as your head bobs off his cock. Keeping just the tip in. For security measures.

You could do it the other day! Why not now?!

He observes. Observes you in a way that has your skin crawling, reading you beyond your safety measures. Eyes narrowing, he inhales. “Something is wrong. Look at you, what happened?”

Wow, damn okay Yang-LookAtYou-Jeongin.

Your lips purse, lining flat on your face. He doesn’t think that you realised that your cheeks were puffed in subtle disappointment, totally bummed. You’re pouting. It plays at his heart, skipping a ridiculous beat to see you wear this expression with his cock in your hand. Still jerking him off in small motions. “You want to use your hands? Jaw hurts?”

“I want to use my mouth,” you interject, shaking your head. “But I have–”

“A gag reflex?” he cuts you off midway, “I know.”

“Huh,” your head tilts, offended and flustered by your own truth. You knew, it hurts to hear it in such an unbothered tone though. He should really drop the aloof wannabe bullshit.

You don’t know what you were expecting, nonetheless, a grin wasn’t on your list. It’s faint, growing bolder the longer he stares at you, tongue peeking out to swipe on his bottom lip. “Choking on it,” he begins; his knuckles graze your cheek, moving the sticking hairstrands, “is part of the fun, noona.”

He sits back, spreading his legs wider for you to nestle in. One hand in your hair, the other supporting his leaned body, he pushes you towards him. Close enough to have your breath fanning over him, heavy and shallow. You swallow, his fingers digging into your roots, biting the inside of his cheeks.“Try again, I’ll guide you. Properly.”

—

“What’re you guys up to?” Seungmin’s voice rings through the phone speaker, Jeongin leans down against the headboard, almost hearing the frown in Seungmin’s question. Sighing, he blinks ahead, wondering if he has to entertain this conversation right now?

“Nothing,” though, that nothing sounds like everything.

“Nothing?” Seungmin repeats, skeptical in his approach. Jeongin hums, his small grunt to get comfortable vibrating through his microphone.

“Yeah, she just left.”

Seungmin pauses. Steps faltering, checking the time on his screen. “This early? It’s still five p.m–”

The smirk that edges on Jeongin’s face is involuntary, but he wishes Seungmin was there to see it. It’s fine, he’ll hear it in his voice. “What can I say hyung? She probably had things to tend to. She’s busy, y’know?”

“Yeah. Right,” Seungmin replies, growing a mild itch in his throat. The annoying kind. “The girl who has porn as a hobby is busy, sure.” He shields his eyes, the sun is blazing for no fucking reason. For god’s sake, it’s five not noon. He left around three, and in two hours you’re gone. Something must’ve happened. Not like he gives a shit, “I met with Changbin hyung, said there’s a party this friday. You coming?”

“Who doesn’t go to the party they, themself, host? Everybody is there to see us, what’s the point in not going–”

“Yn,” Seungmin breaks in, and suddenly Jeongin falls into silence. “I’m inviting her.”

Jeongin’s certain that there’s a bug crawling on his face. Blunt nails graze his cheek, moving to the back of his nape to ease the crawl on his neck instead. “Why?”

“Why? Isn’t it obvious,” Seungmin replies, tucking the phone an inch away. “She needs to get used to the circle, or else she’ll be an awkward idiot who runs at every sliver of contact–”

“Then hold a fucking meeting bro,” Jeongin’s tsks, “How is a party the appropriate place?”

“Oh?” Seungmin is the one to laugh now, disbelief washing over him. “You care about what’s proper now?” Jeongin is about to retort but Seungmin is quick to cut him off, not sparing him the opportunity to retaliate. “Listen, I don’t care about your possessive stunts. You agree or not, not my problem. I’m meeting with Hyunjin tomorrow, I’ll go see yn then. They share a class, did you know that?”

Well, no. It didn’t matter either way, Hyunjin never goes to class. Once a blue moon whenever he feels like it.

The call ends. Jeongin scoffs, skull throbbing with an impending headache. Do they have to do this? Everytime?

He falls back, staring at the ceiling — pupils drifting to his phone in hand. Should he call you? But you just left, it’ll seem needy. It’ll seem like more than it actually is. If he could count his sighs, he’d be in mathematics instead.

What can he do?

—

You smile. You don’t mean to — but you do. Grinning like an idiot at your opened locker for the past minute, hand hovering on your photobook. You stare. Stare and giggle. Have you ever been this lucky? Like—

“Are you crazy?”

“Eh–!” your soul escapes for a fragment of a second, slamming your locker shut at the sudden disturbance. Eyes gaping to meet a familiar face. Seungmin. “What the fuck, what's your probl—” he raises a brow, immediately catching your slip, you smile. Tightly, “–eeem, what brings you here? Kim Seungmin…”

Seungmin scoffs, a grimace forming on his face, poorly hiding his amusement. “You.”

“Me?” Stunned would be an understatement. You had expected a snap back from him, maybe shrugging you off at the mere thought. But you?

“Don't feed your sick fantasies. I’m here business related,” he sighs, flicking your forehead. Cliché. If you knew better you'd think he stole that from a romance drama. “Come on, let's go.”

“Go where–?” you try, but he grabs you before your sentence gets the chance to voice out, the first few steps clumsy and awkward till you find a common pace. Still, his fingers wrap around your wrist, guiding you towards him. His hand is warm, kind of rough on the surface. But undeniably softer than Jeongin’s. You can’t help but notice the lotion of his hand cream, eyes fixing the contact then ahead — the back of his head — falling into a brief silence, except for your steps and the heavy commotion of students around.

This got to be another of his errands. How cruel, you aren’t allowed to go to class anymore. You think — but then he abruptly stops. Not literally, only slowing his steps so that he matches your pace instead. Slow enough to call it stopping. “Hey,” he says, although your attention is already on him. He nips on his lip, you’d claim he looks perplexed right now. “There’s a party this Friday. You’re coming.”

“I’m coming?”

No. No. Run that back.

He didn’t say, are you coming? He didn’t even say, you coming?

Just, you coming. As in… “An assertion?”

“Yes. Definitive, no argument.” he replies, nodding.

“Me– like, at a party? Fraternity party?”

“Yes, you at a frat party. Our party–”

“Okay.”

“Huh?” he retorts, head tilting. He squints, “Okay? Just okay?”

You hum, shrugging. “I mean, what did you want me to say?”

To freak out. To reject. To rejoice, maybe. There’s many things he wanted you to say, and many things he imagined you saying on his way here. Okay wasn’t anticipated though. Fuck that, he didn’t envisage all the possibilities. Amateur move, Kim Seungmin.

“Oh, my class is here. I’ll go then,” you point out, your stroll had somehow brought you to your initial destination. Somehow, but also somehow, he happens to step inside with you. “What are you doing… Are you following me? That’s kind of freakish–”

His chest puffs in total disbelief that you could come to such a foolish conclusion, glancing at his surroundings. “Yah, full of yourself, aren’t you?” he sneers, pushing you aside at the doorway. However, he doesn’t walk past, choosing to stay here mushed against you. Blocking the pathway. Squeezing your shoulders in defense at his sudden rudeness. He’s always rude though. “I’m not here for you.”

“You said otherwise earlier–” your mouth speaks before your brain thinks, lashes battling at the realisation. Lips tucked into an awkward line, you glance at him. Practically seeing the fumes of his hurt ego flying out of his ears in huge smokes. “Sorry. It came out as wrong–”

“You’re seriously trying to piss me off,” You fuck once and now you act all mighty. He can’t believe this shit. He backs up, giving you the impression of personal space for a first. Alas, he’s as quick to close that distance, backing you up against the edge of the entrance. Your vision runs to the nearby students, the crowd who blatantly ignore what’s happening. You can’t tell if you’re thankful or hateful towards their response. His cologne hits you, then the tint in his eyes. As if he’s wondering what to do with you, that he couldn’t decide yet and needs time to think about it. You’re in public, what is he doing– “You…” he mutters, voice dropping with his gaze, “You get on my nerves, s’much. Why do you–”

“Ahem, what’s going on here?” someone speaks over your shoulder. Not someone you recognise, but almost like you heard it somewhere. It’s on the tip of your tongue. “Kim Seungmin-ssi, is this the correct behaviour for a lecture room?”

Seungmin rolls his eyes, stepping away for scarcely two inches. “Piss off, have you got nothing to do than play rules and regulations cop on campus?” They hover on either side of you, caging you inside with no prior care of your existence. You’re invisible, completely-utterly-transparent. “Last thing I knew, Visual Arts wasn’t part of your major? Focus on maths, yeah?”

Maths? Mathematics? Who in their right mind… oh.

You peek over your shoulder, catching a brief glance at the person standing behind you. He’s broad, that’d be an understatement. You’ve only seen him from afar before, dark hair falling right above his eyes. Your vision meets. Lingering for a second, scanning you, a spark of a smile flashes on his face. You tense up. He lifts his attention back to Seungmin, “Must you be so harsh? I walked Hyunjin off to his class, what’s so wrong in accompanying a friend.”

Their conversation falls to deaf ears, your sole focus is on escaping whatever this is. Their beef or clash, no matter what they call it. “What’s gotten you this heated?” The guy questions, tone sarcastic. You couldn’t careless, carefully trying to step aside, however, rough fingers find your shoulder. Glueing your steps to the ground. He tuts, keeping you in place. “Where are you going? You’re as guilty of misbehaviour in class, I should bring you to the office.”

“What? No–!” you begin, shoulder squirming out of his grasp. You’re a victim here!

Quickly facing Seungmin for help, which he fails to aid. Aren’t they in the same frathouse — what the fuck is this weird tension, shouldn’t it be — are they messing with you?

“Changbinnie,” another one. This is hell, you died in your senior year of high school and you’re in hell. Changbin is pushed from behind, colliding into your back. Feeling every definition of muscle through his shirt. Ouh shit. Ok no. Not the moment. The collision creates a domino effect, throwing you onto Seungmin’s chest. Your fingers trail past his chest, the bump of his abs flexing underneath your fingertips, eyes squeezing shut, this couldn’t get any more cringe. Wincing at the unfortunate situation. You exhale into Seungmin, lashes fluttering open to focus your eyesight. Finding the culprit of the fall, your mouth dries.

Hwang Hyunjin who never goes to class.

Has gone to class.

—

One hour left, one hour of this torment left.

Not to get you wrong, you love your major and classes. Nails clicking against the keys of your keyboard with utmost satisfaction, the lesson of your professor, something you’d enjoy on a regular day. If it wasn’t for the intense stares punching holes at your back. You’d seriously be enjoying this class. 

Each time you happen to look to your side, you find leering eyes fixed upon you. You swallow, perhaps you’re imagining it. But then, he’d look at you too. Hyunjin, who never ever interacted with you beforehand, keeps smiling and blinking at you as if you were lifelong friends. Your imagination has been top notch lately, you’ve got to admit it. Though, the realness of the situation hit you as early as the class ended, and a girl accidentally bumped into you. Splattering her coffee everywhere on your shirt. She apologised, which you understood. However, she proceeded to give you the nastiest eye before walking over to Hyunjin, letting him throw an arm onto her shoulders.

Leaving you with a wet and sticky shirt for the rest of the day. The bubbling urge to find and curse off the two of them (and Seungmin, Changbin included for scaring you) tipped you for a hot thirty minutes after the incident, sucking in on your teeth in sulking grumbles on the way back to your dorm. To wipe that grin off his dirty handsome face.

Though, a strange sense of fulfillment suits you as you swipe your student ID in, finally releasing a much needed breath. You replay your day, it was bad. Yeah. But definitely not your worst day. If anything…

“I got invited to a party!!” you exclaim, kicking the door shut. Throwing your bag onto the couch, arms flailing in the air. You’ve been dying to do that, except that Seungmin was there, can not be caught rejoicing like this. Especially by him, that would’ve for sure fed his jock pride.

This is the widest you’ve smiled since yesterday, sensing your social status boosting despite your ultimate goal of keeping it on the low. It completely fades from your mind. Pathetic, but attending a college party has been on the top of your to-do list ever since you started. Right under losing your virginity. In one week, strike, two boxes ticked. Not yet, but soon. Soon enough.

You jolt to your bedroom, yanking the closet open. It must be there, crouching to the bottom, you rummage through the pile of clothing. “Where…” muttering under your breath, the tip of your fingers finally reaching it. A paper bag, pulling it out, the content falls onto your mattress. “Which one,” there’s two dresses that you have never worn before. Having brought them for these types of special occasions, they’ve been catching dust within your closet. Smoothing the fabric with your palms, you gape. Which…

An abrupt vibration in your pocket knocks you out. You can’t allow yourself to be surprised anymore, phone calls have been your routines lately. Reading the contact info, Yang Jeongin, you swipe the screen. “Hello.”

There’s a momentarily silence, a breath taken and a shuffle. “Hi–?”

“Sup,” he thuds his head against his bedroom’s wall, grimacing at the slight sting.

Sup. Yeah, yeah, okay. “I’m good, why’d you call?” there’s a subtle groan on the other side, you assume he’s trying to get comfortable — but the sound… It's so similar to last time. Your ears warm, slapping your cheek to snap out of it. He chuckles, almost innocently.

“Are you in a battle? What’s with the strange noises?”

“No…” you reply, biting on your nail.

He hums, pausing. “Actually, I–” What’s with him? Acting like that is out of character. Jeongin, snap out of it!

“Did Seungmin ask you?”

“About?” you ask, “Oh, you mean the party. He did, why?”

“You sound happy about it,” he mentions, arising confusion in your throat. You hadn’t even noticed your voice picking up or anything, how’d he tell? “I mean— you’re easy to read.”

“Hey,” you tsk, does audacity come along with being famous? You won’t end like them, trust.

If you become famous.

Maybe. Unlikely.

“What are you going to wear?” The question hits both of you at the same time. Impeccable timing, you’d say. A mistake of a question, he’d say. Seeming too curious for his own good.

“Wooh, Yang Jeongin, do you actually have a sixth sense?” You’re in awe, your scenarios were likely right. They can read your mind. Wait– no! That’d be awful. No, no mind reading. Begone!

“I have, uhm. Two choices, I haven’t decided yet.”

“Send them to me.”

A beat passes. A fly gets brutally slapped dead by your fan.

“Why…?”

Why? Ah, he didn’t think this far. Seriously, is he looking too deep into this?

“I’ll help you choose. Don’t you… want the help of a party connoisseur?”

You shiver. What’s with the tone, is he possessed?

“Sure, I’ll hang up and send you–”

“Can’t we just– video call?” You’re on the verge of replying, but he shuts the idea down, his laughter rising through the phone. “Kidding, I don’t have time for this. I really don’t have time for this, I got practice and stuff to go to.”

“But it’s past eight–”

“Are you assuming that I should be in bed by eight?” He’s in fact, in bed, at eight. “I’m grown, the hell.”

“I didn’t say anything,” you mumble, forehead creasing at his sheepish rambles. “I’m hanging up.”

“Hang up then,” he mumbles back, however the beep screams at your ears before you find the opportunity to end the call.

He hung up. “How strange…” facing the ceiling, you suck on your teeth. “Are they doing drugs out there?” Most likely, what else to expect from those people.

—

He ended up calling you again, getting on video call at last, not as busy as he tried to perceive as. “They texted last minute, practice was cancelled.”

As if you’d believe that, though you choose to give him the benefit of the doubt. Now, you’re stuck playing dress-up-doll with Jeongin, telling you to turn around for the fifth time this evening. “How long do I have to keep doing this,” you complain, the bottom of your feet aching to sit on your much comforting bed.

“A little more,” he replies, voice low, it unfortunately rumbles in the pit of your stomach. You’ve been growing shy for the past minutes. He stares intently, awakening the nerves in your body. You wish he’d stop already and let you ‘sleep’. Today was tiring enough, you have a routine. You’d like to complete that routine. A warm familiar haziness spreads through your legs, you absolutely need to do it now. Addiction, but it's your addiction and he’s being an obstruction.

“Please, I wan’ sleep.” You whine unintentionally, impatience bubbling your throat. “Jeongin.”

You see him visibly swallow, eyes snapping to his own reflection briefly then back to you, nodding. “The second dress is better, wear that one.”

The statement breaks your train of thoughts, skeptical, rucking at the skirt of the dress. “Is that so? I thought this one was kinda ugly… I preferred the other.”

It’s modest compared to the other option, awkwardly falling off your body, the sleeves sticking to your arms. However, he tuts, shutting up the thought. “Trust me, yeah? Don’t want you to look ugly there, noona.”

Still. “Are you sure…?”

“Hundred percent.”

You hum, pondering on the dress laying flat on your mattress. If he says so. “All right then… I’ll go to sleep now.”

He blinks, looking at the time. He makes a face, one that hints that he wants to say something, though chooses not to. Humming back at you. “M’kay, bye.”

You wait a few seconds, giving him the opportunity to say whatever he wants to. He doesn’t grasp it, finally getting to hang up.

Putting your phone aside, a notification catches your attention. Spreading a smile on your face.

Jeongin:

night, sleep well

—

You’re going nuts.

The party starts at nine p.m.

Three p.m. you decided to take a power nap. Sounds corny, but reddit told you to do it. Yes, you searched for how to prepare for your first party…

How could you trust redditors for anything related to real life!

Six p.m. you woke up. Had one hour for an entire body shower(the hardcore kind), shave, wash your hair, oil up. Not literally.

Seven p.m. you started ironing your clothes while simultaneously doing your makeup, seven forty you had to do your hair. Everything was a mess.

Eight p.m. you ran into your roommate while searching for the purse you aimlessly discarded on the couch somewhere. Two past eight, she asked you, “Where are you going–?” with evident surprise in her eyes that you’re going somewhere. Dressed like that.

“A party–”

She flinched at the word party leaving your mouth, unable to associate the two entirely unrelated topics together. You and party.

Her pupils raked over you, taking in your distress. “Do you… need help?”

Lately, you’ve been wanting to kiss her so bad. Nodding furiously, “Yes!”

In thirty minutes, she managed to do whatever you were hopelessly trying to do for the past hours. Maybe she’s not as evil as you thought, perhaps she’s been turning into an angel through your manifestations and behind-the-doors chakra healing guidance.

“I was about to head out, but like.” she sighs, smoothing your shoulders. Staring at you from the mirror, “You’re a pretty lost cause…”

No, she’s demonic. You withdraw your words.

“Are you going to that frat party? The stray kids one,” she asks, and you peek at her, nodding. “It was weird when they came over last time. Have fun, but be careful okay? There’s rumors about them, heard they’re dickheads underneath the glam.”

Honestly, you knew about this. It’s pretty obvious, anyone with a working brain would be able to correlate college guys and a fraternity to be assholes. “It’s okay, don’t worry about me.” You’re aware, however, that’s what you desire. Nobody could clutch your claws off this opportunity except yourself.

“Hmm, I’ll get going then.” she says, grabbing her keys. Looking at you again, “Oh uhm, also— what’s with the…” she starts, peering at your attire before shaking her head. “Forget it. I suppose a pretty face could fix that…”

“What?” you call back, not hearing the last few words. She doesn’t reply, only escaping through the door, leaving you in confusion.

—

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Blunt. Sharp. And very rude. Extremely rude, even coming from him.

You’re pulled to the side, shielding you and the perpetrator of ruining your mood from the outside world. The barringly loud, outside world. “Are you trying to embarrass me?”

Your mouth opens, closes then opens back up. You don’t mean to sound childish, but, “That’s mean.”

Seungmin slowly tilts his head back, fingers rubbing smooth lines on his neck. Opting for a deep inhale, “This is a party, why are you– what is this? Are we going to church?”

He’s not holding you too roughly, but it still hurts. Probably his tone, you don’t like it. You kind of do, but you hate it more than you like it. Oh, fuck him actually.

Eleven past nine, you pushed Seungmin away. You pushed Kim Seungmin away. Ignoring his shouts of your name, making it into the crowd because you refuse to go home, and you refuse to let anyone ruin this for you. It escalated so fast, you barely recall how you ended up tipsy at the bar, alone. Trying out different cheap mixtures of alcoholic punches found on the table.

You aren’t drunk, just enough to lower your inhibitors and not feel like a total outcast on your own. You can tell some people are shooting you weird looks, gazing at your attire in quiet whispers. Fuck if it mattered, they are back to their initial actions a minute later.

You might hate Seungmin for this. How could he— when he’s the one who…–

He fills your mind though, relentlessly hearing him despite his absence. He couldn’t bother to at least notice your efforts, one flaw and he’s mad. There’s nothing wrong with your dress. Except for its length, the white colour, the long sleeve… Maybe not for a party, you admit. No reason to be this rude about it, he’s mean. “Mean…” you cross your arms over the counter, watching the lights bounce off the silky white sleeves. This is not fun at all. You chew on your lips, wearing an absent pout, “Just one more.”

“Should you be drinking that much?” a voice drifts from the left, a guy pulling the stool next to you to hop on.

“I can handle it, mind your own busin–” you reply, though, you shut up as you take in his appearance. It’s the guy you bumped into at Seungmin’s dorm the other day.

“Hm, then, let me pour you one? If you can handle it,” he smiles, sweet and kind. Wow, are they really roommates? Is this a yin and yang situation, opposites create chemistry type of shit?

“I suppose that we know each other? Just one encounter tho, you were in a hurry that day.”

“Oh, that…” you mumble, rubbing your palm across your forehead. Swearing when you remember you’re wearing makeup, quickly snatching your hand off your skin. “I’m sorry about that day– I should’ve been careful.”

“No worries, I don’t take things to heart.”

You wish others would take notes. “What’s your name? I’m Felix, you know that though. Right?”

“I do–” you tell him your name, your major and a bunch of unnecessary information. Never the necessary ones, fortunately, the state that you’re in doesn’t matter — locking your secret is wired in your brain. He’s unsurprisingly talented at small talk, showing interest in whatever nonsense you’re spurring at him. You’re certain that you’re making a fool of yourself as you speak, he laughs. Voice deep, but his cackles are lighthearted, it’s making your head lighter. Almost forgetting about your conflict with Seungmin.

“You’re cute,” he eases out, laying his head onto his knuckles, the other brushing your cheek. Hell, when did he start touching you–? You’re unsure. Shit, you’re drunker than you assumed. Flushing underneath the contact, you fight to open your eyes, him shifting towards you does the job. “Funny too. Who comes to a party dressed for a picnic,” he chuckles, staring right at your dazed gaze.

“Yongbok?”

Felix looks upright, his smile widening into a huff. “Changbin,” his lips part, you find yourself staring at his teeth.

“You got cute canines,” you slur, completely out of it. “Funny? Me? Thank you… you acquire this skill from being a loser, like… Not calling myself a loser tho— that’s, that’s lame. Do you find it lame? But you know what’s lamer–” you hiccup, pointing your finger up to make a declaration. “Kim Seungmin!”

Yn. Stop.

Felix interchanges a glance with Changbin, “Record this, quick.” Amused sounds rumbling out of them as Changbin presses record.

“Kim Seungmin. He brings out anger I didn’t know I had… I hate him so much, well—” your head bobs back, the two of them gaping at you, “I don’t… low-key… he makes me so, horny. He’s so freaking hot, I want to pounce on him whenever he gets angry. Shiiit, yall seeing blurry too?” Your forehead drops, banging with the counter, wincing in pain.

“Send it to the group chat, this is priceless–”

“No need,” Changbin’s phone is snatched. “I’ve already seen it,” Seungmin speaks over, a grimace written on his face. He deletes the video from Changbin’s gallery, earning a low whistle from the guy. Felix can’t hide his curious holler, smirk permanent on his expression. Tossing Changbin’s phone at him, he reaches for you, which Felix halts him.

“But, I was having fun with her?”

The twitch in Seungmin’s jaw shows enough, returning the sarcastic tone. “Too bad, she’s mine tonight.”

Felix shrugs, surrendering for now. Allowing Seungmin to push you over his shoulder, awake enough to grumble at the suddenness of the action. He’s surprised to hear nothing from Changbin, staying oblivious to his presence on purpose. He’s not up to any of this bullshit, his mistake for letting you leave earlier. Should’ve chained you up to him, no matter how upset you were.

“Hmm, those shoulders–” you mumble, jerking your head back into his neck. He shudders, what on earth. “Seungmin?”

“You recognise me by my shoulders, weirdo.” He replies, softer now. Not carrying the animosity of before, he seemed to have calmed down.

“You’re a bully, what’s worse. A weirdo or a bully?”

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “You must really be drunk to talk to me like this…”

“No, I talk to you like this all the time. In my head–”

“Shut up, you’re heavy. You talking adds to your weight,” he grunts, climbing the stairs. You pucker your lips, frown creasing.

“I am?”

He thinks about it. He can’t believe that he’s thinking about it, the words hardly rumbling out of his throat. “No, I’m lying.”

“I heard that,” you giggle, clinging to him, missing a stair.

“Focus, we’re both gonna fall–”

“I’m focused,” you’re quick to say, eyes wide now. Fixing him. He gives you a side eye, muttering about how creepy you’re acting. “On you.”

He snorts now, a sense of triumph washing over you for succeeding at pulling a laugh out of him. “Quit that, timidity suits you better. Like a scaredy cat, or a kicked puppy.”

Your answer dies with the echoing music, landing upstairs. He opens a bedroom door, checking inside before urging you to follow. The sight of the room earns heavy blinking from you. Is this the genre of room people hook up in at those famous parties?

“Come here,” he instructs, guiding you to sit on the bed. “You’re all drunk, you probably won’t remember this.” he says under his breath, kneeling down, brushing your skirt up your legs. He sighs, palm sliding across your leg to your ankle. “Easy,” he says, noticing the tension in your muscles. His fingers move, unclasping your shoes with uncharacteristic tenderness. Eyes occasionally meeting your face, engraving your expression to memory.

Fuck, fuck, hell, what the hell, shit, what. God no, this is turning you on. Stop, stop.

Both your heels are gone, he soothes your aching legs. You breathe heavy, the kindness doing things to your brain. Sobering up, your eyes close, feeling every glimpse of patience in which he’s touching you. Caressing is the proper word.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, on his knees before you. You gulp, the sincerity in his voice causing a shakiness in your hands. His attention darts to your fingers curling into the sheets. He grasps your wrist, bringing your palm to his cheek, leaning into the touch. “I can be nice too. Is that what you’d like? Or, do you prefer when I’m mean. It makes you horny?”

He’s teasing you. You should be used to it, but it renders you unbearably hot. You shake your head, denying his insights. He grins, sickeningly sweet with a mocking undertone. Standing up, he pockets your phone out of your purse. “I’ll be right here, call me if anything happens. Rest up–” he proposes, however, you hold onto his shirt before he gets the opportunity to disappear. The alcohol might’ve evaporated out of your body, his attitude enough to shake you up. Spooky, you want more.

You want, “You. I want you–”

“You’re drunk–” when did he care about someone being drunk? Countless of drunk hookups, but your consent is the first thing that flew to his mind.

“I’m fine, I am sober. Please, Seungmin?”

He curses, faltering on his steps. Hesitant between you and the door, your plea looping in his head. “Get a grip, Seungmin.” he breathes out, pausing before you as your fingers tighten around his shirt, subtly pushing him towards you. “You–” God, self control has never been his strongest virtue.

“Please?”

Then, his lips are on you faster than you’re able to process. Sweet, he also tastes of alcohol. He must’ve had a drink or two, you want more of it. Drowning in the haziness he induces you with. “You taste of everything, had fun playing tester?” he says, the motion of lips smacking muffling his question. Not like he was expecting an answer. He’s hungry, hungry to receive all of you. Swallowing each of the noises you whimper out, allowing the tiniest gap for you to breathe in and out. His mouth glides to the lining of your jaw; trailing searing, open-mouth, kisses to your neck.

“Hmm,” you moan out at the feel of his teeth nipping at your skin, arms wrapping around his body for any form of support and restraint, for yourself. He bites down, you yelp, thighs closing from need.

Your phone vibrates, though you pay no mind, thoughts elsewhere entirely. He does, peeking at the screen to find Jeongin’s contact. Seungmin shuts the device up, grabbing his to turn on ‘do not disturb’, he has you all for himself. No way he’d give up on this opportunity. Your whine at the loss of contact gathers his attention, palms digging into the loose fabric of the dress. Suddenly, it makes sense. Brain picking up the clues, his shoulders rigid. “Who picked that dress?”

“Eh?” you ponder on his question, searching for your inhibitions to answer. “Oh, Jeongin–”

He laughs, dryly. “No wonder. Of course he did,” he should probably thank Jeongin for this, as much as he would’ve preferred that you look pretty tonight. This gave him the chance to get you alone. “Next time, ask me instead.” he expresses, however, his vision falters on your face, just now noticing the efforts you’ve put in for tonight. Pretty. Pretty? You’re pretty as hell— why didn’t he realise?

“Hey,” you poke at him, catching his attention. “Eat me out.”

He lets a beat past, processing. “You’re bolder, are you still drunk?”

You shake your head, cradling his face. “I just… really want you to.”

“You’re getting me hard, acting like that.” he rasps, your eyes drifting to his pants in conclusion.

“Oh…” you slur, almost pathetic in how endearingly you stare at his bulge. Your panties stick to your cunt, slick fluids drenching it. This is the hornier you’ve ever been, he grabs the hint, rucking your skirt the entire way up to your stomach.

“Stupid dress,” he mutters, the fabric getting in his way. You giggle, he shoots you a look but it does nothing at intimidating you. Not when he’s being so nice. And cute. Nice and cute. Spreading your knees apart, he nestles in, being met head on with your aching pussy. “Have you been this wet since earlier?” he comments, biting his cheek in contemplation. Your stomach jumps at the question, answering him. His lips are tender, planting kisses to the junction of your thigh. You gasp, responsive like no one else, urging him to try and coax more out of you.

“Hurry, no teasing– need it now,” you egg on, hand flying to the edge of your panties, hardly inching underneath the cotton.

He listens, to your shock. Raising your legs to tug the panties off. Your hand rests on your pelvis, which he grabs, pushing your fingers into his mouth. “I–”

He sucks on them, loud and wet slurps. “Touch yourself, needy girl.” he commands, watching you comply with whatever he says. Wet fingers spreading yourself for him, putting on a show at traveling to your sobbing hole. He observes till he can’t anymore, jolting awake as his mouth makes contact with your cunt. Punching a keen sound from your agape lips. He moans into you, wrapping his lips onto your clit, sucking onto the bud with much eagerness. “This is how you wanted it?” he slurs, not hearing shit of what he’s blabbering about, getting overdriven by pleasure the second he laps downwards to your hole. Tongue flat and burning, wet with saliva that he shamelessly spits at your lips — only to drink it back from you in nasty, disgusting, gulps.

He grumbles into you, the motion blowing at your clit, tongue twisting into slow circles. Feels so good, to him almost. Erection grazing the edge of the bed, he groans. Voice cracking, he grabs both of your thighs, lifting them upwards so that you’re bending for him. Has pussy ever tasted this good. Giving isn’t something he usually does, it could grow onto him if every girl were you.

Wait, what.

Scratch that, he’ll dwell over these thoughts later. Drooling all over your lips, his tongue pokes at your entrance. Catching the sensation of your tight walls around him, his cock twitches. Your hips jerk upwards as he slides inside, shit he might as well be whimpering. You’re too fucked out to notice, blissed to the heavens and back. Someone could get shot and you wouldn’t realise. Eyelids squeezed shut, your legs shake, joints tightening around anything they can snatch.

The door opens, no knocking or anything. Just Hyunjin, a few girls in hand. As ravenous as he is, he enters the room lost in conversation until his eyes land on the two of you. He makes a surprised noise, the elated kind. You squeal, instantly dragging your skirt over Seungmin’s head, much to his temper.

“Are you guys playing prince and princess? What is she wearing–” then, he searches for your face, eyebrows kicking upwards. “Oh! You’re the girl from class.”

You shake your head violently, hoping to deny when a finger breaches you, tuning your voice into a moan. “Seungmin– Ah! Stop–”

“Tell him to get out,” he replies bluntly, showing no signs of stopping. If anything, he adds a second, curling them just right. You twist in shame, the humiliation burning at your skin. Hyunjin’s mouth forms an ‘O’, nodding with a growing smirk. You’re a hundred percent sure that he can still see what’s happening, grabbing onto a pillow, you slap it on your face. Coward puppy it is. Seungmin looks over, brushing the skirt off him with mild annoyance. Though, he makes a pitiful attempt at shielding you, shoulders hiding what you want to keep hidden.

“Stop peering, you’re being a creep.” Seungmin tells Hyunjin, not bothering to wipe his soaked mouth. “Move on to another room, this one is occupied.”

“Is she that good?” Hyunjin asks, brazen. He doesn’t give a fuck, or two, or even three. “You’ve been sticking for a while, I heard.”

Seungmin cocks his head to the side, squinting at the ceiling in fake ponder. “I think, that you should stop sticking your nose in other’s business. I heard you had trouble doing that,” His vision points to the girls on Hyunjin’s side, nothing but indifference in his eyes. “You seem busy, focus on what you have at hand. Since both are filled.”

“Ah, I see.” Hyunjin’s tongue pokes at his lips, shrugging. “That’s new coming from you, but if you insist.” He trails to the door, steps lazy. “I’d say. I’m the greedy type though.”

Seungmin eyes squint, scoffing into you, irritation overriding him once again. His fingers rub over you, pumping inside. He clicks his tongue, landing a light slap to your clit. “You got wetter, is getting interrupted that appealing to you?” He should’ve known better, especially after that little character background of yours. “What’s the point of acting embarrassed,” it’s an annoyed mumble, his thrusts turning meaner. He’d give you a scolding, but what’s his position to? It’ll only look desperate, he can’t afford that. Instead, he sucks onto your clit. Hard. Drawing out muffled, high pitched strangles. Ripping the pillow off you, the music downstairs is loud. You can be louder, showing everyone who has you yelping like this.

“Close?” He notes, the squelches of your cunt getting sharper, thighs begging to clasp around his head. You nod, feverish. He comes down again, adding a third finger as he latches at your clit, cutting the thread. You convulse, crying out in harsh body jolts. Expected, that at least eases him the slightest. Finally, understanding his younger friend a bit. Everybody pisses him off lately. He’d claim to be close to Hyunjin, but right now he wants to punch the shit out of him. Doesn’t matter, it’ll rub off after a few days. He hopes. “Now,” he climbs upwards, planting a kiss on your lips. Undoing his belt, “I’m hella worked up right now, fix it.”

—

“What if– what if he tells people!? Rumors fly, you know–”

“For the fifth time,” Seungmin goes on, groggy with sleep and a headache. It’s seven in the morning on a Monday,” he shouldn’t have picked up your call. “Who cares? Let him, so what.”

“What do you mean!!” If he could see your current state, maybe then he’d realise the gravity of the situation. “My reputation, it’ll be ruined.”

“What reputation..?” he starts but stops himself, remembering the last incident of him being too rude. “Okay, listen. Yn,” he states, you make a pathetic sound that curls at his chest. Nevertheless, his words are quick to slice at this feeling, “Do you know how many girls come and go here? Nobody gives a shit about who you are, they don’t care about that. It’s not that serious.”

Your coffee machine pings, it resonates. “Ah,” you inhale, blinking at the seeping liquid. “You’re right.” Flat, his reasoning stings. Not by a lot, just a little. Disappointment? You can’t decipher yet.

“Stop stressing over it, kay?” He’s done, waiting for your approval before going on with his day. There’s a silence that threads through. Are you zoning out?

Something else?

“Ow–”

“What happened–?” he asks, involuntary worry settling in.

“Nothing crazy,” you reply, “I burned my tongue with hot coffee.” 

He exhales, loudly and obviously. Feeling stupid for inquiring over something this small.

“Be careful next time,” he grumbles, it doesn’t sound as concerning as it reprimands. Nothing else before hanging up, you scrunch your nose, sniffing in the beginning of a cold.

Cold, he’s been cold the entire weekend. Not like you had expectations, he just didn’t talk much after what happened. “It’s good,” you monologue. “That’s what hooking up culture is, be proud.” Exactly, stand proud. That’s what you desired for so long. You’re confident that you won’t see Hyunjin again either way, a whole semester in and this was the first time you met. So, nothing to worry about.

—

“Hello, yn-ah.”

You knew this would happen, having learned to anticipate those by now. Sixth sense top notch, you’re ready to become the next Spiderwoman. Ugh, too far. The thought sends a shiver of cringe throughout your body. Maybe in another story. In this one, the narrative decided that Hwang Hyunjin would sit next to you during this whole four hour lesson. And that this certain Hwang Hyunjin would nudge at and annoy you the whole four hour lesson, yes, emphasis on the four hour duration.

“Did you have fun Friday?”

“Surely…” you reply regardless, they still scare the shit out of you. Honestly, he’s up all in your face, it’s getting to you. Focusing is out of the frame, nothing that the lecturer said registered in your brain. It’s just Hwang Hyunjin. Hyunjin stealing your pens. Hyunjin trying to type on your laptop. You found that he’s actually stupid, or he appears to be. Who knows. You’re terrified the same way you’re annoyed. Like– it aligns, he must be trying to scare you… Exactly, this is it.

Seungmin was wrong, Hyunjin cares and he’s going to ruin your year. Your career, your degree, everything. You heard the whole campus worships him. You’re done for, he’ll threaten you soon. Saying — “Give me a chance.”

“Excuse me, what–?”

[elylyyy]

Business, Photography and Muscles - SKZ FRATHOUSE part 1, part 2

pairing: fratboy!jeongin x reader(f) x fratboy!seungmin

genre: college au, smut, eventual romance (crazy)

special event w my girl @enchantedlov3r2 <3

sypnosis: having had a single boyfriend throughout the span of your life, and that experience ending absolutely disastrously - you decided to take on the easiest approach - to hide underneath a social mask, and to avoid hot guys. especially the second solution. but what happens when you happen to get paired up with not one, but two members of the skz frathouse for a project? will you make it out? will you be able to survive when the rest starts to slowly register themselves in your everyday one by one, till the option of choosing isn't yours anymore.

word count: 17.8k

warnings: SMUT. dom!seungmin, dom!jeongin, sub!reader, perverse thoughts, jealousy issues, possessiveness, reader is embarrassing and a loser (in a nice way i suppose), lots of internal monologue, frat boys, teasing, they are MEAN, kind of bullying, nerdy interests, unprotected sex(wrap it up), lots of making out, dry humping, oral (both f and m rec), threesome, drool, porn with plot, p in v, dacryphilia, rough sex, loss of virginity, some objectification, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, rivalry, prob more that i missed

didnt proofread more than once

Ever since you started college, you’ve had one wish. One.

At every thanksgiving, every blow of candles, and every time the clock ticked 11 11. You would ask one single thing.

And that is for an improvement towards your sex life. Actually. To have one to begin with.

Having no experiences with guys, except once. Tragic. Extremely tragic one-time experience back in your senior year of high-school. Where you had this guy in your bedroom, kissing. It was hot, the way his lips brushed against yours was mouth watering. His tongue danced alongside yours, hands on your hips, fingers swiping underneath your shirt. Your back pressed against the desk when you accidentally bumped into your book collections. You hadn’t noticed at that time, frenzied by the heat of the moment, but he did. His body suddenly still, resembling a statue.

Mortified. You or him? Him because he found your disgusting stack of porn magazines scattered all over the floor. Or you because he found YOUR disgusting stack of porn magazines scattered all over the floor. Each sheet challenged the last in terms of vulgarity.

He had told you something that day, you can’t recollect what exactly. But you do remember the aftermath. And how ruined the rest of your year went, walking around with the title of ‘Femcel’ tagged to your back.

Now that you look back at it, it shouldn’t have been that controversial for a woman to be into this sort of content. But time has changed. And so did you.

Well, not really — but at least you're a player at hiding it. Now keeping your materials under your bed, drawers and closet. At first sight, your bedroom is the epitome of normalcy unless one digs in a shove deeper. Your book collections are filled with literacy media, and the art of photography. A mask, just like the one you put up at social interactions when you’re truly raging inside.

Nobody can know about the refuge you seek in your collections, touches, and laptop. Your beloved laptop — the one that holds many of your dirty secrets, and that you consult as soon as you return from a hard, hard day.

You can’t fumble this. College is a fresh start. Deciding to stick to your personal daily routine, within the blanket of your fantasies and delusions as soon as the sun sets, snuggly shielded from the outside world.

You’re almost proud of yourself for keeping up the act for almost a year now, and even having made some friends on campus. However, still no man. That’s your sole remorse, but perhaps it's for the better. Being around attractive guys gets you… strange. You’d rather not repeat the accident from years ago and increase the risk of being seen as a creep again.

—

Life is mocking you. It's got to be. You’re sure it’s laughing and pointing at you right now as you slam your fists on your professor’s counter.

“Ma’am, I can’t!” You protest, a bead of sweat rolling down your neck from how much you’ve been begging her for the last ten minutes.

She groans, tapping her heels against the tiles, rolling her chair in annoyance. “It’s just a project, miss. You've always aced them before. Why not now?”

“I can! I will.” You contradict yourself—but you have a valid reason! “Please let me change partners. I’m on my knees,” you whine, holding your hands together in a plea.

“For the last time. I can not do that. Your names have already been put together,” she replies, eyes serious and exhausted. Sinking back into her seat with a harsh intake of air.

“Pleeease,” you sob. Praying to whoever that is above, if there is someone, to hear your prayers, and to shake the mind of the middle aged woman before you. The middle-aged woman who is in absolute disbelief as we speak.

“Enough! This is worth your finals. Continue and I'll deduce your overall marks,” she snaps, rubbing her temples from an incoming headache. “You’re such a good student. What’s with you today?”

You press your lips together, arms falling to your sides in deflation. “Sorry. I understand...” It comes out as weak, defeated.

Wobbling your way back to your class, picturing yourself in an empty street—kicking imaginary pebbles and scrubbing in your misery.

How can you tell her that you absolutely cannot be paired with the Kim Seungmin from the baseball team, and the Yang Jeongin from the football team, because of how you act and how you think? And how you’re afraid of scaring them away and tarnishing your last bits of social reputation — since they belong to what you've been entirely avoiding ever since you stepped here.

The top hierarchy of the school.

A frathouse. Not just any, Stray Kids’ frathouse, the eight best athletes of the school. Being a weirdo to them, ruining your reputation, means being a weirdo to everyone who sets foot on this campus.

You're doomed.

You swear that you aren’t partaking in that. That you'll find a solution, anyhow, and get out of this situation. You swear—

Unfortunately, here you are: sitting across from Kim Seungmin.

Jeongin hasn’t arrived yet, having to meet his coach beforehand, to which you are thankful towards for giving you prepping time.

The silence is deafening, awkward. Your  sweaty palms flat on the wooden surface, trying your best not to constantly shuffle on the cushions of your seat, since the sound is embarrassing enough.

“So,” Seungmin breaks the silence, pen in hand.

His fingers absently click the edge, the noise loud in your head as you try not to stare at the length of them—how he uses his thumb to randomly flicker cap in a gentle rub.

“Yn?” he calls, snatching you from your intruding thoughts.

Your gaze snaps to his, breath catching unnecessarily. “Yes–?” You stammer, hoping that he didn’t catch on you gawking at his hands.

“You’re from Photography, right?” He asks, looking right at you.

If his aim is to make you even more nervous. It is working.

“Yes! How did you know?” You nod hastily, forcing a smile, voice raising a tad too much.

He blinks, brows furrowing. You can almost smell the embarrassment you’re about to face judging from his reaction alone.

“It’s written right here…” He points to the paper before you, underlining ‘Ln Yn: Photography Major’ with the tip of his pen.

You suck in your lips, smile lopsided. Cringing. “Right. Thought so,” you crisp out. If it was so obvious, then why ask?! 

“Anyway,” he mumbles, taking a breath. “The project. Do you have any ideas?”

“Right now? I thought we were supposed to wait for Jeongin,” you ask, confused from the sudden change of plans.

He glances over your shoulder, across the room, nudging his head forward. “He’s here.”

You face backwards to find Jeongin strolling forward, drink in hand.

The drink is cold, water droplets drip down his fingers. His grip on the cup is soft yet firm, the cup crumpling slightly under his hold. Weirdly attractive… No. Snap out of it, yn!

“Hey, what’s up?” he greets Seungmin first, shaking his hand with the free one. “Sorry, coach held me back,” he quickly apologizes, setting his belongings by the table before plopping down on the bench next to Seungmin.

Seungmin eyes him, raising a brow. “Looks more like that drink held you back,” he states, leaning heavy against the backrest, making himself comfortable. “Ain’t no way you lined up for that again.”

Jeongin scoffs, wiping the bangs sticking before his eyes. “Does it matter? I’m here now,” he replies, a tug of a grin forming when he finally notices your presence. “Oh. You are?” he asks, staring as if he was trying to decipher if he had ever seen you on campus before.

You’re about to reply when Seungmin cuts you, shallow annoyance grazing his tone. His tongue clicks. “I told you about her. She's the girl from photography,” he adds, hand aimlessly pointing at you.

It doesn’t seem to light any bulb inside his head, completely unaware of who you are. Now this is insulting. You’re a little hurt.

It’s okay… it must be because you kept it low at all costs. Avoiding guys like them. Not because of them, but you.

Their presences are a gateway towards cringe and awful interactions.

“Photography… I didn’t know that you preferred artistic girls. Your last girlfriend was pretty uncreative.” He says with an understanding nod, his smile never dropping.

You almost choke on your saliva. Your closed fist meets your lips, having to silently cough it out. The thought of you dating Kim Seungmin. He’s joking, it’s unreal. But tempting.

Your imagination betrays you, again.

You wonder if he would wait for you after your classes. Or if he would ask you to come see him after his baseball practice, all drenched in sweat from playing, asking you to hold his cap. His ungloved hand running through his wet hair as you stare in awe.

“You good, baby?” he’d ask you, waving his glove before you.

Calling you back to Earth.

A harsh sound. A snap of fingers, maybe.

“Hey— you good?”

You jolt up. Brought back from reverie with their stares glued to your figure. Skepticism to mild concern etching their expressions.

“All good— No worries…” you blurt out, clearing your throat to find your voice.

Jeongin hums, though he doesn’t seem to buy it. “I’m Jeongin. Yang Jeongin,” he introduces.

You give him a sound of acknowledgement, as if the entire campus doesn’t already know his name from being the goal keeper of the school. Being one of the most valuable members of the club, the youngest and the fairest. He’s known for attracting most of the fans and supporters, everybody rooting for his cheeky smile and cute dimples. And undeniably, the golden boy of the frathouse, introducing himself is stupid. But he's polite, you give him that.

“Back to the topic. How do we correlate our different majors?” Seungmin asks, looking at Jeongin then you, “Sports Science, Photography and… Business.” 

“The project's main idea is teamwork, right? Hmm,” Jeongin ponders, leaning forward onto the table. “Not clicking,” he mutters, resting his face on his palm, the other bringing his drink back to his lips. His plump lips, rosy and hydrated, seals the straw— sucking in the liquid. His Adam apple bobs with each swallow, some of the liquid catching at the corners of his lips.

You slip your hands under the table, fist bunching the fabric of your pants as they discuss the topic between themselves. Not bothering to ask you. You need to knock it out. And think. Properly this time.

Your focus drifts on the papers before you, the subject of the project. How does teamwork connect to you? To them. The careers they’ve been building. Your interests. Your interests?

Bingo!

“Uhm. I have an idea,” you interrupt, raising your hand from under. Nervous with how their chatter dies out, their full focus drawn to you. “You guys know how companies create merch for their athletes and teams. To promote them and stuff. They take pictures of them, and then bring them to the market to create cards for people to collect.”

They nod tentatively, intrigued by your statement. You squirm, not used to this. But you go on. “And sometimes, they have the coaches give statements about training and how the team cooperates to put on the magazines. I think...” your gaze shifts to Jeongin, lost in what you’re saying, “they teach that in Sports Science, coaching?”

He nods.

“So, what do you want to do with that?” Seungmin asks, noting down your ideas.

“I was thinking. Maybe we could create a magazine featuring the school’s athletic teams. If you’re okay with that,” you reply, hopeful.

They simultaneously smile, letting out an impressed ‘woah’.

“That’s actually a pretty solid idea,” Seungmin admits.

“That's cool,” Jeongin agrees, “You’re into sports? You don’t strike me as the type.” That last comment would have been snarky if it wasn’t situational. Choosing to ignore it.

“Ahh, not exactly.” you reply, coy. Who knew all these years of collecting players’ photocards would benefit you like this? How you used to fight day and night to get enough money to complete your sets.

You can’t help the tiny grin that curls your lips at their compliments, trying not to be too smug about this accomplishment. A small step is enormous for an ant. Progress is progress.

The rest of the session blinks by, the atmosphere easing up as you dive into the work. Soon, the cafeteria is less crowded, the students leaving one after another.

A vibration breaks your flow, attention shifting to where it originates.

“Oh, it's Chan. Said he is back to the dorms,” Jeongin says, phone in hand. Not giving any of you the chance to interfere, “I have to go,” he adds, already packing his belongings. He stands up, pulling his bag strap over his shoulder. “See you guys around?”

He's gone. Here you are alone with Seungmin again.

You glance around to find only a few students left, roaming the surroundings. Damn. How much time went by?

“You should go too. It's getting late,” Seungmin mentions, bringing the scattered documents from the hard surface together.

“Yeah, I'll get going then,” you reply, heaving from your seat, ready to turn on your heels in the opposite direction when he halts you.

“Wait, not so fast,” he sighs, standing up. “Give me your phone.”

You freeze. “What?” Why?! Does he know what's in it… is it obvious you're that type of person?

He squints at your bewildered expression, “To put my number in.”

To put my number in.

Oh. oh.

Those words will be engraved into your memory, forever. No matter the context, it doesn't matter when Kim Seungmin just asked for your number.

“Why do you keep zoning out? Do you have issues?” He grimaces at your slow blinking, as if you're entranced in some la-la-land.

“Your number? I couldn't possibly… I mean— I totally would but!” You reply with a laugh, waving your hand shyly to hide your abashed expression, rubbing the tip of your shoe nervously against the floor.

He scoffs, feeling the frustration bubbles behind his eyelids, hoping to dissipate it with a rub. Unbelievably unprofessional. “I need it to text you. To know when you're free for the next meet up. To create a group chat. Not to ask you out,” he inhales, letting out a big exhale. Gigantic even.

But not as gigantic as the hole you wish you to dig yourself into. Your head falls, closing your eyes momentarily. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Can I have it now?” He asks, his patience running thin.

Shamefully, you reach for your pocket, opening the contact app before handing it to him. He dials himself, the ringtone rings against your eardrums, shattering them. At least, it feels that way.

You avoided peeking at him all the way out, head hanging low. It was going so well.

You pray to wipe this whole interaction from your brain, to crash into a bus and suffer from amnesia. Taking back the oath of engraving into your memory forever. Should've known better than to think that, because this interaction will keep you up at night. For at least a few years if not forever.

You groan; slapping the heels of your palms against your forehead repetitively. “So embarrassing,” whining, in disbelief of what you had said back then. Shuffling with your cards to find the one for your dorm. The door clicks open and you're met with the sight of your roommate.

“You're back. I was just about to message you,” she exhales in relief, “I'm staying over at my boyfriend's tonight. Don't go anywhere and watch over the dorm.” Grabbing her shoes, putting them on. “Oh, and yn— feed my dog for me? You know where her food is,” she points to the top shelf in the kitchen before walking out of the door in a hurry, “thank you!”

She's gone. Her voice echoes down the hallway. Her audacity vibrates louder, booming.

You click your tongue, throwing your bag on the couch. Kicking the footing, only to hurt yourself in the process. This day can't get lamer. “What did I even do to deserve this sort of bad karma,” you sigh, rubbing off the sweat beads across your face.

You look down when you feel something lick at your ankle, Cassie, her dog. You're stuck in a loop where she goes out, tells you to watch over the dorm and her dog while she's busy getting laid. That one time when you hoped to object, she had told you “You never go out anyway. You're literally glued to your room.”

You hate that she's right.

“Stupid dog, stupid project, stupid boys,” you mumble in your misery just as your phone buzzes. You jump a millimeter. Startled.

A group chat has been made.

Seungmin:

hey

i put the notes we made earlier on my laptop, sending it rn

Unknown number:

so fast. are you that excited about the project??

Seungmin:

unlike you, i care about my grades

You assume the other number is Jeongin, fingers pressing onto the ‘save contact’ option. Then deciding otherwise, not yet, it'd seem desperate.

Jeongin:

yn, you here?

Seungmin:

she's probably spaced out as we speak

Jeongin:

i theorise she's ai

notice how she mostly talked when it was about studying

You gag, stifling out a laugh. What??

Seungmin:

yeah right

at least she's got brain and contributed 

something you can't relate to…

You lick the dry skin peeling at your lips, swallowing empty saliva. Thumb hovering across the screen.

You:

i’m not ai

Jeongin:

woah you're actually here

only ai answers when prompted btw

You pause in wonder regarding which approach to take in this situation. Something sweet, or perhaps mysterious?

“Hard no,” you mumble, shaking off the idea.

You spend the next few minutes mulling over how to reply. Overthinking it, staring at the last message as you plop down on your bed. Laying down on the sheets, holding a pillow comfortably on your stomach. Except that nothing is comfortable.

A ping knocks you out.

Seungmin:

there she goes again

i'm the business major student here but she’s the one taking business days to reply

we can see you reading those texts, you know that right?

You wince, fingers tapping against your screen for the simplest answer in the notebook.

You:

sorry

Seungmin:

whatever

Whatever.

when are you guys free?

Jeongin:

uhh

tomorrow? after practice tho

Seungmin:

me too

preferably after 6 p.m

what about yn?

You:

i have club activities after class

6 p.m works for me, might be a little late

Jeongin:

ok and where do we meet?

the cafeteria closes early on fridays

Seungmin:

felix will have people in tomorrow for his own project. he put props on the dorm first

Jeongin:

just asked chan hyung

he's out tomorrow, come to mine

Seungmin:

okay okay

Your heart rushes at the thought of spending the evening at Jeongin’s place, never having been to a boy's room before. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping to calm your giddiness. This is nothing to get excited about. 

Right…

You:

can someone send the room number

Jeongin:

i'll do it, wait

You roll onto your back, phone tight in your shaking fingertips. Watching the dots appear as Jeongin types in his dorm allocation.

Jeongin:

room 208

see u guys there

—

It’s 6:58 p.m.

Now 6:59 p.m and you’re standing outside of the dorm with 208 plastered on top. It’s the right one, you’re sure of it. Most of them frat dudes reside around those spaces, anyone could get out of their room and find you awkwardly staring at the grayish surface, knuckles itching to knock already.

You can't help the thought that this is a joke, and that they gave you the wrong dorm number despite every link proving otherwise.

You’re on the verge walking back to your place, fingers squeezing the strap of your bag when a hand reaches past you, swiping a student card in. The door clicking open. Jumping out of your skin as something broad and warm meets your back, getting caged by a body and the door. You wonder which side the door is, with how hard his chest is to your back.

Jeongin.

He surges forward, muscles grazing against you. His hair prickles at the skin of your nape. Cursing when he collides with you softly. Too close, way too close.

Your breath is stolen, in a torturous method as your lungs refuse to get back to work.

“You gon’ get in or not?” he asks your statue-like figure. He sounds oblivious to the proximity, tone shifting to mild irritation when you take too long to budge.

Urging you inside, rough hands instinctively wrap themselves around your shoulders to move you inside. “There you go,” he praises, the tone quiet enough to jolt your stomach. He takes you to the couch, sitting in the common room. “Make yourself at home.” he smiles, dimples flashing. He accommodates you so casually, you ponder how casual it is for people like him to bring others over.

You try to ease up as he visits the kitchen to fetch you something to drink, sinking deeply into the couch. Finally catching a breather. Well. You thought.

A door swings open, revealing a not-so-subtle semi-naked Chris.

Chris. Fucking Christopher Bahng Chan — basically the leader of their cult — house, emerges from his room, struggling to tug his shirt down in a rush. His pants hang low, v line flexing with each stride. Abs on full display.

Mouth foaming. Pupils fixing anywhere but his direction, clearly failing at doing so cause you make eye contact with his body first, then him.

He gets the shirt on at last, grabbing a bag off the couch when he notices you. Eyes you. His gaze drifts to Jeongin coming back from the kitchen with cans of soda, shooting him a knowing grin. Jeongin replies with a tsk, “She's here for the project, hyung. I told you about it.”

Chris shrugs, feigning innocence. “I didn't open my mouth.” His shirt is still slightly ruffled, showing a hint of milky skin. Your mouth runs dry. “But you, you did tell me only Seungmin was up for the project.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jeongin scoffs, handing you one of the cans. Though, his attention is on the older man as he drops on the couch carelessly, his legs spreading wide. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? Why are you still loitering around?” Jeongin comments, his lip curling back at Chris.

You focus on the coldness of the can in your palm, and not on how your thighs are pressed tightly from trying to keep a distance from Jeongin’s. The temperature of his body seeps through the fabric of his pants, steaming on the exposed skin of your thighs, the fabric of your shorts had hiked up as you sat down earlier — questioning your choice of outfit for today. It’s hot. That’s why. Extremely hot, actually.

Chris’ grin never falters, humming in response. “You're right. I just happened to have noticed how flustered she seems. Thought I'd let you know,” he teases before swiftly escaping through the main entrance. Setting you up for your downfall with each syllable that left his mouth.

Jeongin shifts towards you, arms draped on the couch's backrest. Behind you. Holy shit. You hold your bag closer to your stomach. Almost hugging it. “Uncomfortable?” he asks, studying your face.

You shake your head in denial, giving him a tight — and unfortunately, very uncomfortable smile. He sighs, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his thighs, still facing you. “Wanna go to my room? There’s air conditioning there.”

Your expression contorts to subtle confusion, hesitant.

“I mean,” his eyes involuntarily skim across your attire briefly before snapping back at you. Your tank top hugs your form, thighs spilling out of your shorts, leaving little to imagination. “You must be feeling hot, right?”

Swallowing, your fingers twitch on the can, the condensation drizzling on your skin — much like the beads of sweat breaking on your back. “Uhm, I'm not sure—”

“You aren't?” he asks, cocking his head in a way that speaks he isn't buying it. Slit eyes observe you, as if he was taking in your appearance for the first time. His arm raises, tilting towards you, and you nearly flinch back. “Relax,” he whispers, the back of his hand making contact with your forehead. If you weren't breathing heavily before, you are now. Gulping excessively, the saliva runs dry fast enough to break world records. Create new records, whatever. You're sure that if he leans a blink closer, he'd hear your thumping heartbeat. He must be, because his attention lands on your heaving chest for a second. A period of a smile catching at his lips as he finally leans back down when the front door bursts open. Casual, just like that. Pretending that he wasn't gawking at your flushed state.

“Ever cared to knock?” Jeongin voices, loud in an attempt to seem annoyed at whoever is approaching.

“Didn't care yesterday, definitely won't today,” Seungmin replies, throwing his bag and himself on the opposite couch. “I'm dead,” there's a rasp in his tone, catching his first breath today. Lips parted, much inviting as he faces the both of you. His eyes travel to your flushed expression, your own focus on the label of the soda can, avoiding his gaze — much worse than the day before — then to Jeongin's act at appearing oblivious, pointless to someone who has known him for years. “What'd you do?”

“Nothing worth mentioning,” Jeongin sighs, and Seungmin curls a brow, leaning forward in your direction. Facing you.

“Is he messing with you, instead of focusing on the project?” his tone doesn't sound much reprimanding, if you had to be honest.

You shake your head, muttering out a quick no. He hums. “Sure seems that way.”

“He wasn't—” you let out, though you're well aware that he was. All three of you are well aware of that, the quiet tch of disbelief Seungmin lets out doesn't escape you either.

Jeongin sighs, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “Hyung, it's too hot, yeah? Let's just go to my room.”

—

You’re inside a guy’s room.

You.

Inside.

A guy’s room.

Ahem. Yang Jeongin’s room to be clear.

Maybe those prayers did work, your endless begs for mercy getting paid off at last, or maybe it's the opposite.

It's hard to decipher hell from heaven in this context. He had said to come here because it was hot, but somehow, your skin flushes with heat despite the rumbling A.C. Eyes following and noticing every corner and spots of his room, from the posters to his unusual collection of shoes.

Okay, yeah. Didn’t picture him as a shoe enthusiast.

Sitting on the floor, you come to peek at his slightly ajar drawer, a thread of clothes inching out. The entire area smells like him — not like you were registering his scent, but his cologne is quite recognisable. A faint scent of boys and something floral. Sweet. Intoxicating. You sit a bit tighter, urging the unease out of your nerves.

Something nudges you, a pen. Flicking at your skull as if touching you would infect them with your disease — at least, in your perspective. You’re met with curious eyes, a dot of a grimace engraving Seungmin’s expression, but there’s also a hyphen of concern. “Focus,” he scolds you, as if he knew your thoughts inside-out. You wince internally. “Brought your camera?”

Nodding, you dart around to find where you had put it. “Yeah, it’s—uhm.”

You blink harshly, your soul nearly flying out when he closes some distance. His arm reaches behind you, prisoning you between his body and the edge of the bed. For a second— a second, you swear he looks at you, his gaze holding your widened ones before he gets hold of your camera on the mattress. A ghost of his breath fanning on your skin as he hands the camera before you. “Here,” he asserts, offering. You pick it up with a trembling hand, trying to tighten the muscles the best you can. To stop the tremor but it escapes none.

Though, they don’t mention it. You’re thankful for that.

Somehow, the rest of the conversation blurs with ideas. You had made a plan for the magazine, showing them the pictures you snapped, the sceneries, the flowers, everything usual and expected. They’re impressed, having shifted closer before you can realize so. To the extent of trapping you on both sides, trying not to think much about it as they lean down to take a better look at the screen.

You should’ve brought your laptop. Who told you to show them on such a small device?

“Hmm, noona you're talented,” Jeongin says, not giving you much time to react to the sudden honorifics, except for a fumbling heartbeat before Seungmin interjects.

“But,” Seungmin interjects, his index swiping on the digital screen, “have you ever taken pictures of people?” his voice ghosts on your skin, hot and heavy next to your ear.

“I—” memory hits you. Snapping people? No, not really. However, you did collect and analyse enough magazines to be confident about your skills. Though… “No.”

He hums in response, staring over your shoulder to Jeongin. Their eyes meet, a careful exchange that escapes your attention lingers. “Say,” the younger interrupts, “Do you want to try with us?”

Do you want to try?

With us.

“Try what?” there’s a hitch in your throat. Awfully aware that you’re being delusional—again. But they’re standing so close, it’s hard not to get the wrong idea. “To take pictures?”

“Of us,” he says, his breath merging with yours.

“I don’t know— I haven’t taken anyone’s picture like that before—” you hate yourself for stuttering. Gosh, you do. But you can’t find your voice. Not when Seungmin leans a breath closer, you urge backwards only to be met with Jeongin’s body.

“Hm, wasn’t that your idea?” Seungmin asks, his calloused hand finding yours on the camera, the roughness of his skin from training brushes on you. Pretending not to notice the shakiness in which you hold the object as he guides your thumb to the shutter. Your heart thumps. “To click us into memory, make a magazine, whatever you wanted to do.” His voice is lower, soothing and lighting the nerves in your muscles simultaneously. Somehow.

Would it be wrong to get turned on?

It's so sudden, too sudden. It's nothing, but at the same time it's too much for you. You who grasps on every tiny detail. It's like they're aware of that.

You can barely think, barely register what they’re saying. Perhaps you speak, but it comes off as inaudible, face flushing when the chest behind you stutters. A huff. Two huffs then a laugh. You blink, and they’re both cackling at your expression.

“Hyung, you’re so fucking mean.” Jeongin wheezes, his hands landing lightly on your back as he tries, and fails to seem sorry. “Look at her face, oh my god.”

Oh.

Seungmin sneers. “You started it, Jeongin-ah. Why are you blaming me?” he asks, a faint smirk clings to his lips.

Why did you come here? Right. Stupid project. What’s worse? It’s the coil in your stomach refusing to dissipate as they play right in your face.

You let out a weak, awkward laugh and drop your forehead into your palms. “That’s… really funny,” you mutter dryly. “Hilarious.”

Should’ve accepted failing the class.

The humiliation sinks in as their own chuckles die out. To say you got this dizzy over that — the built up teasing from the past hours participating in. Seungmin grazes your arm and you nearly jerk away from both of them. “Hey—” he starts when you refuse to even lift your head. You can barely hear him through your ringing embarrassment.

“It was a joke,” Jeongin clears, attempting to soften his voice. “Sorry,” he glances at Seungmin, silently signaling him.

“You good?”

Of course he’d ask that.

You nod way too hard. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“You sure…? You don’t seem so–”

“I am,” you state. Feeling like an easy, bummed loser.

Your phone rings before any of them can start another sentence. For the first time today, you could kiss your roommate for existing. Snatching the opportunity like a lifeline, “I’ve got to go. Pet care-taker duties,” you excuse, scramble to your feet and grab your camera despite their growing confusion.

“Pet caretaker—?”

This is rash, but anyone would react that way right?

Perhaps not.

You’re on your way out when Jeongin’s fingers catch the hem of your top for a second in an attempt at slowing you. “Wait, hold on—” alas, it inches down and you gasp.

Jeongin’s eyes widen at the sudden action, yanking his hand back immediately. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him blush before, but a light pink coats his ears. “Shit—sorry.”

Seungmin coughs, clearing his throat. However, it does nothing at hiding his amusement. “The project, are you coming back tomorrow–?”

You gulp, indecisive with how your gaze darts to the corner of the room, plastering the image of his wall inside your mind. “I’m not sure. I’ll let you know,” and with that you leave the room, slamming the front door shut with the heaviness of your steps.

There’s a silence that whistles through the room. Seungmin turns to Jeongin, bobbing his head to his side. “Think we killed it,” there's a questioning undertone in his voice, a question he's seeking Jeongin for validation. 

Jeongin shrugs, resting back on his palms, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. His head hangs low, his bangs hiding his unusual flush, “–Don’t know. I thought it was funny.”

Seungmin nods briefly, eyeing the younger. “You know what's more hilarious?” he asks, shifting closer.

“What?”

“Your face, are you flustered? Ayen…” he teases, being annoying. “Did she fluster you?”

Jeongin grunts, pushing Seungmin’s head as far as possible. “Bro, no. What the fuck.”

“Hmm, okay. If you say so,” Seungmin mutters, replaying your reaction on loop. You hadn’t reacted exactly how he was expecting. Perhaps he was hoping you'd lean into it, rather than scrambling off so clumsily. The abashness of the younger ticked him off in a way he couldn’t muster. He found it funny, yeah — but it also bothered him in a way he can't explain. It's faint though, a fleeting coil that could escape him too.

Could he call that the beginning of jealousy?

Tsk. What stupid thoughts, he barely knows you. 

Not like it was a problem before, so why now?

—

You’ve decided not to go. To take a day off from seeing them, just one—to think about it and get your head straight, well conscious of how you’re overreacting it. One turned into two days, two turned into nearly a week of dragging this out. It’s mortifying, okay? You can’t control how you feel, nor how your cheeks warm up at the mere thought of what happened.

The memory boils on your skin, sizzling the bottom of your stomach, unwillingly growing needy at the flashing images. It brims tears to your eyes. Guilty of how wet it made you to get teased like this, shame prickling at your nerves. Maybe that’s why you left. Because if they tugged at your head a second longer, laughed in that manner while cornering you — you’d moan right there. Unfortunately, this is who you are.

They texted you a few times, asking if you were busy—which you gave the same response every time. A simple word, ‘yes.’

They stopped inquiring after a few days. This is stupid, you’re acting stupid. You aren’t this asinine normally. Their fault, really. Begging that they’d leave the rest of the project to you, never bother you again and let you complete it with a sign of their names at the end. As if they contributed. And yet.

“Hello? Are you yn?” someone asks, tapping your shoulder as you idly sit on a bench outside the main building. Doing absolutely nothing but staring at the water falling off the fontaine, nothing that you swore you were busy with at least. Your eyes meet hers, and she beams in reassurance.

“Not to bother you, but you’re asked at the gymnasium.”

“Huh?” you glance around, there’s no other you in the area. “Me?”

“Yes—aren’t you…?”

“I am,” you reply, lashes fluttering in confusion. “But why… isn’t a class active there?”

She fidgets with her thumbs, she’s clearly shy, or scared—probably a freshman. Whatever. Much resembling you, the part you try to hide despite the forming cracks. “Please go, please?”

This got to be a trick, a trap designed just for you. You find yourself following her despite the alarming red flags, how she started typing on her phone the moment you reached towards her doesn't escape you.

This feels wrong.

Swallowing dryly as you reach the front of the gymnasium, fingers hovering above the handle when it abruptly opens on the other side.

You’re pulled inside before you can grasp it. Arms finding themselves wrapped around you. Brusque and strong, slightly drenched from working out. “She’s here!”

Your pupils blow wide, instantly meeting the ones of the girl a few feet away. She gives you a pitiful glance and you shake your head. “What—”

There’s a hoard of guys that encircles you, grouping you in the middle of them. You're shaking, an insect size earthquake rambling throughout your body. Only you can feel it.

“Everybody, move.” A voice that you recognise cuts through, Seungmin.

You see him before he touches you, warm fingers envelopping the meat of your wrist, separating you from the crowd. “Calm down, the hell?”

“Don’t be harsh, Kim Seungmin,” one spills above the crowd’s volume. “You said she was here to photograph us.”

A confused noise leaves you, not quite a question but Seungmin catches it. “I said, she was here to spend the afternoon. And that she might, after class. Not during.”

Another one complains and Seungmin grunts in response, “Just go back to whatever you were doing, get lost. Hurry.”

“Was I aware of this–?” you ask as everyone disperses begrudgingly, him being the only person in your hearing zone. “I said that I was busy.”

Woah.

You’ve never heard this tone leave your throat before.

He sighs, brushing off the strands of hair sticking to his forehead. His slick hair. Gaze subconsciously trailing down his body, to the curve of his shoulders, the damp of his shirt to—

You stop yourself.

Eyes snapping back at him despite your difficulty to hold eye contact. You shouldn't've, because the intensity of them nearly melts you on the spot. Suddenly conscious of his lingering touch on your wrist, which has softened the longer he’s holding you.

“Busy wandering the hallways for the entire week, seriously?”

You huff, mouth gaping to say something, then closing. Because you have been wandering off the entire day. But still. “Are you stalking me?”

Gosh, what the fuck are you saying. He’s visibly sharing mutual thoughts since his features contorts to one of skepticism. “Stalking you? Don’t be stupid, I asked someone from your major. You thought I wouldn’t after a week of you ignoring us?”

Still counts.

He blinks, briefly staring at the ceiling in contemplation as he registers his own words.

Insinuating that he went out of his way, to find someone related to you. “For the project,” he clarifies, clearing the light rasp in his voice. “I want to get it done already, there is only one commune gym class per week—and you just happen to get busy everyday. Especially today.”

“Not like I would’ve known it would be today,” you retort and he scoffs. Scoffs.

Painfully attractive. Your heart squeezes.

“Listen,” he urges. He’s been thinking about it, if his and Jeongin’s teasing had been as bad as you made it out to be. He really had been mulling it over these past few days. Much unlike the persona he tries to show. He thought you’d just forget about it, and eventually show up. But no. You went and got ‘busy’ for a whole fucking week. Clearly avoiding them.

His gaze locks on yours, and fuck—have you always been this cute?

The stern look enrobing your face tugs at unnecessary sudden thoughts he doesn't have control of.

Maybe not seeing you for a week was messing with his head more than he’d like to admit.

He sighs, again. Muttering something under his breath that you can't catch, but the pinch forming at his frown tells you the intention. Breathing in, as if he can't believe what he's about to say next.

“I apologize for what happened. If it made you uneasy—my bad, but you didn’t have to fucking ghost us over a whole week for it. You know?” his frustration bubbles in his throat, his fingers tightening on your wrist. Both of your eyes travel to where he hasn't let you go.

He releases you in a burn, as if it irritated him for holding you that long. “Whatever,” he mumbles, blinking away from your surprised face. “I don’t like wasting my time, and that’s what you’re doing right now.”

“Okay, fine.” you mirror his breath, pretending you weren't internally losing it. “Whatever.”

“What? That’s all?” he asks, subconsciously dropping his voice to yours.

“What else do you want me to say—”

“—That you’re sorry,” he interrupts, acting like the question was dumb in itself.

“But you already did that…” you reply, nail tweaking the fabric of your shirt. “Why would I be sorry?”

“For…” he starts, stopping midway, thinking over before he speaks any nonsense. “For—”

“Hyung!” someone shouts from afar, your heads snapping in the direction of the sound.

Jeongin’s jogs to your side of the gymnasium, finally stopping before you in huge pants. “What’re you doing— coach is asking where you are.” he lifts his hunched body, eyes meeting yours. “Oh, yn-ah. You’re also here? Thought you disappeared from campus.”

Eh?

“Didn’t Seungmin tel—” you try to say but his hand finds your lips before you do, muffling your incoming sentence.

Jeongin squints dubiously at the interaction, eyes meeting where Seungmin's hand tapes your mouth.

“Didn’t she tell you she’d come?” Seungmin blurts, completely twisting your words when he had lured you to come. So, he told everyone but Jeongin. Okay.

You had thought otherwise, especially after the huge stunt from earlier. It was hard to miss.

You sure hope that the light whimper that left you got muffled by his palm, eyes gaping at Jeongin before you for help. Only to get completely ignored as they converse in front of you, with his hand still on your mouth. Brushing your lips.

Yet, you hear them ignore you. You constat so. But there's a slight twitch in Jeongin's jaw you're not sure you caught. He says something about continuing class, stepping a foot closer to your bodies.

You tug at Seungmin's wrist, nails grazing his skin and he looks down. Gaze locking for the period of a breath as he releases you, however, it’s slow. His arm swipes across your jaw to your neck, subtly resting on your collarbone, a silent display.

“Switch places with me, keep her company for a while. I’ll be back.”

“Is that okay with you?”

Jeongin's talking to you.

You reply without realizing, lips parting in agreement. Then it registers when Seungmin’s body abandons yours, stealing away the warmth it basked you in as he returns to the field. Leaving you with the younger boy.

Wait what?

He doesn’t give you time to react either, fingers swiftly wrapping themselves around your hand. Not wrist, not arm — your hand. Somehow, that's the boldest thing they've done so far.

He leads you to a nearby bench. The casual skinship being shared with you throws you off guard, especially after hearing that Yang Jeongin wasn't a fan of it. Barely clasping the situation except for the heat that radiates from his hardened figure. Quickly replacing the lost temperature from Seungmin. He lays back, white shirt flexing on his biceps. “Noona,” he mutters, fluttering his lashes lazily. “Can I call you noona?”

Your palms sweat a river, rubbing them off the fabric of your pants as you take in his question, brows raising. “I don’t think we have a huge age gap, you don’t have to—”

“But,” he hums, smiling, showing the dent of his dimples, “I want to.”

“Ah,” you nod in the following silence, not quite grasping how to reply to that. “Sure then…”

A second passes, and he sighs. Rolling his head, glancing at him to notice the vein popping at his neck. The skin glistens under the light, involuntarily gulping. This feels wrong, so wrong to constantly gawk at them. You’re ashamed, but then he speaks. “Did he force you to come?”

He knows.

It’d be weirder if he didn’t. That’s his friend, you supposed. “I wouldn’t call it forcing,” you state, though you aren’t certain yourself.

He leans back on the bench with a hum, nodding. “Guessed so. He’s usually a good liar, wouldn’t say the same for earlier.”

You fall into silence, you wouldn't know what he's talking about. You're not used to these people… but then, a ghost of a touch lands on your jaw, guiding you to face him.

“Jeongin–”

“You let him touch you,” he stops you, his smile never leaves his face. His voice is reprimanding even with how light it sounds, you pick it that way. His fingers ghosts over the side of your face, tracing where Seungmin had clasped his hand above your cheek, slowly inching to your lips, “and he claims it’s for the project.” He runs his thumb across the seam of your lower lip and you pursue them in a thin line, frown deepening.

“Are you teasing me again…?”

“No,” he replies, firm. “Was just wondering,” he trails his gaze, hovering on your lips. “How soft they’d be.”

Your jaw hangs, and he thinks that’s his favourite expression on you. Undeniably scorching underneath his touch. There’s a twist in his stomach, something familiar to his body—and yet, a stranger to his brain. Feeling the intense need to pull you back from Seungmin’s sudden grip, to cut through the ropes he’s unconsciously tying you with.

Strange, he’s never had possessiveness issues with girls before. Perhaps he did, but it never happened concerning his friends. He could just be taking enjoyment in teasing you in search of the reactions you keep feeding his consciousness, you're a fun person to mess with. Though, it doesn't quite fit that strict standard.

For some reason, he can’t help the twinge of jealousy that threatens to emerge.

The tip of your fingers twitch, trembling on your laps, hovering slightly as you don't know what to do with them. “I— How soft—?” you repeat, coming off as a hitch. Sure that your brain stopped working a second ago, you shake your head, denying his theory. He stares at you as if he was observing every spasm of muscle, every smack of lips. Gaze following each direction your dilating pupils take, pulse beating in your eardrums in thuds.

“People are looking,” you try to reason, to provide a plausible reason for him to leave your bubble. Alas, he doesn’t seem to mind a bit.

“So?” he says in a hush, “Does it bother you…” it comes off as a whisper, dilated pupils dropping to his moving lips, “that I’m touching you right now, am I being weird?”

You gulp. He watches, eyes unleaving before he eventually pulls back, using the same hand to rake through his hair. Making an effort to give you space when you don't reply, blinking down at your laps instead. You touch your own lips, head hanging now to hide your flushed expression.

“Class will be over soon,” he mentions, staring ahead. “All those guys will be swooning around you, and you’ll photograph them,” he finds Seungmin in the crowd, blankly fixing him, “that’s why he brought you here, the excuse he gave.”

Why is he acting like this, what’s the point?

You’re indecisive whether you like it or not.

The pit in your stomach sure does despite your attempt to mask it, your thighs dig into the edge of the bench, uncomfortable out of nowhere. “It’s for the project, I suppose… collective idea.”

He takes a dim view at you, a crease forming above his nose. “Are you oblivious, or do you pretend to be?”

Your mouth parts, to retort with something but the sharp sound of a whistle pierces through, the noise echoing down the gymnasium’s walls. He stands up before you do, dusting the back of his pants when he notices the athletes scatter across the field. “Don’t be stupid, noona,” he warns, “a guy’s intention is not hard to tell.” For whatever reason, it feels like a warning, grabbing your hand with no attention being paid to your tiny noise of complaint. His fingers snake down your wrist, holding you above your pulse point. You’re agitated, heartbeat running a marathon. He likes it, you’re cute like this, all wide eyes gaping at him as he guides you towards him. “Tell me if they nag you too much, m’kay?”

—

“Three, two… one.”

Click.

The shutters come off with a ‘chik’, knuckles gripping the device as you wander off to the other side of the gymnasium. One more time.

They’re overworking you, having you run off every other second to catch different shots and angles of random sweaty, muscular, abnormally handsome dudes. The last part is just your opinion though.

Your feet ache, sore and burning in the tight confinement of your shoes, your soles numb by now. “One more!”

God, no. Jeongin’s empty promise lives in your mind. He had asked you to tell him if they were harassing you, but he took work harassment as unnecessary apparently. “That’s not what I meant,” is what he replied, urging you to get back to work as he went back to converse with his teammates. Seungmin wasn’t paying much consideration to you either, after making the trouble of manipulating you here using a freshman.

Curse Jeongin. Curse Seungmin. Curse everyone in this room, including yourself for always bringing your camera around. For that? Curse your major.

 “I don’t— I don’t think I can any more,” you gasp in an exhausted pant, the whole area is huge — huge for your pitiful, unathletic body. “A break, please.” you beg. Seungmin has the audacity to act as if he was thinking about it, as if interrupting his conversation was a crime to begin with.

“Then go sit down?” he retorts, mildly irritated that you asked. You frown, because earlier you hoped to, but as soon as your ass made contact with the floor — they demanded you to get back up immediately.

You’ll never forget how rude jocks are.

Sprawled on a bench at the complete corner, you refused to give him a response. You totally would, you even imagined the whole scenario. Then it hits you that that stupid frathouse he’s part of will burn you alive if you’re bluntly rude to any of them, him specifically. His face is rude to look at. That’s a lie, you want to kiss him. Or worse.

“Noooo, yn.” you mutter in a wince, shaking your head in disapproval, “stop, bad bad thoughts…”

A shadow catches your eye of sight, towering your sitting figure.

“Oh, aren’t you–?”

Your head snaps up to the stranger standing before you, not-so a stranger as you take in who it is. He smiles, fingers tugging at the top zipper of his jacket, pulling it down in this heat. Sweat drizzles in beads on the skin of his neck, and you wonder if sweating has ever looked hotter on anyone else.

Stop.

Stay strong. No other frat dudes will ruin your semester, you’re already letting two boss you around. No more.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he exclaims, plopping down next to you horrifyingly comfortably. “It’s our second time meeting, no? You remember me?” he speaks, but your cheeks are too puffed with overly nervous air to be able. Chris, cocks his head to the side, following the direction of where you’re facing. “Not much of a talker, huh.”

“I know you,” you reply, bobbing your head up and down in a futile attempt at seeming stable. Everyone knows him. Holy shit, you’re actually alone with him right now — without Jeongin shielding you from any real interaction. Fuckass leader of their cult, and here you were worrying about Seungmin. That’s like fighting the final boss as a level two player in an ecchi game where he’s an ogre and you’re a maiden — except that he’s too beautiful to be an ogre.

“I know you too,” he grins, the dents on his cheek hollow and charming. He resembles Jeongin, in a way, perhaps because they are roommates — the mannerisms rub off. He hums, glancing to your fumbling hands when he notices the camera, “Ah, that’s why you’re here.”

“Are Seungmin and Jeongin keeping you busy, you must be tired.” he mentions and you instantly nod at the accusation towards them, turning into a head shake of denial when he starts chuckling, realising that you’re agreeing on shit regarding his fraternity.

“No, they aren’t—” you deny, pained through gritted teeth because the ache in your feet proves otherwise.

He stands up, and you think you’re done for, but then he walks up to you – crouching so that you can’t face the floor anymore but his striking features. Forcing you to look at him.

Are all guys around here this pushy—? Social space’s got to be a myth for them.

You must be an easy target, because his palm slides over yours, half-grabbing the camera with you. Soothing. Cradling your palm in his with soft hands.

“Take a picture of me,” he asks, already urging you to stand with him. You’re dizzy. A mantra of no looping in your head — hopelessly searching for Jeongin’s face amongst the crowd as Chris leads you to a painted wall with the school’s athlete theme logo plastered on it.

The people in your proximity fall into silence when you pass by them. Not because of you, but him. Chitter-chatter dies unless he looks back and waves, and they claim it’s not a cult. A group of cheerleaders eyes you down dirty, their poms dropping to their sides, stiff. You can’t even look back, your gaze might tell them you don’t want to be here. Either way, people will get mad at you in these types of situations.

Refuse, you’re ungrateful. Accept, you’re undeserving.

You’ve read enough forums to be aware of this. How does it feel to be popular? Now it feels the opposite. The same spotlight being put upon you against your consent.

“Here,” he instructs, stopping in his tracks. “I’ll go there, you decide where to stand.” he informs, stepping back. “You’re the professional here.”

“Okay,” you reply, throat tight. Putting some distance when you’re hit with a familiar surface, you don’t have to peek back to know who it is. You still look.

“Are you all right?” he asks, voice low only for you to hear.

“I think,” you breathe out, bringing your camera before you. Chris doesn’t say anything about Jeongin’s presence being glued to your back, but there’s something in his expression that you’re unable to decipher — unlike Jeongin, his hyung is transparent to him. “My hands are trembling,” you admit. It comes out before you can grasp it, perhaps because he had told you to tell him if something — someone is bothering you. Your mouth just accepted his comfort before your brain does.

He’s quiet for a second.

Then.

His arms embrace your sides. You fold your arms together in a surprised reflex from the hug. He’s not hugging you though it comes close. He holds the camera with you, steadying your clumsy hands with his bigger ones. His biceps grazes your skin through your clothes, breath fanning on your neck as he leans down to ear level. “Is that better?”

“No, worse.” you instantly stammer, chest heaving and falling rapidly.

“I can hear your pulse,” he informs you in a whisper. And he shouldn’t have, really, now it’s faster. “Relax, just take the picture. Get it done with yn.”

You inhale in, slowly exhaling out. Clicking the shutters on your most controlled breath, scared that you’ll lose it on the next one. You click a few with the help of Jeongin, eventually dropping your camera. “I’m done.”

Jeongin’s hold leaves you, but he stays by your side.

Chris approaches, “Can I see them?”

You blink, absently biting the inside of your cheeks. “There’s too many pictures in… I’ll have to transfer them to my laptop or else we will have to go through each one by one.”

“Ohh, I see.” he hums, thinking about it. “Then… send them to me after. I’ll give you my numb—”

“I’ll send them to you, hyung. Don’t worry about it,” Jeongin blurts out, subtly pushing you back onto him. Subtly, but it’s a full step back towards him. Till you’re clasped into each other. He’s smiling, however his tone carries an edge. A tinge of possessiveness.

Chris throws his hand up, shrugging his shoulders. “All right. I have no complaints, Ayen-ah.” he replies, stepping forward. “As long,” he trails, holding eye contact, “as I get those pictures, in the end. No complaints.”

Jeongin’s glare doesn’t leave Chris until he’s out of sight, getting busy with his coach somewhere far off. He sighs. Sighs. Gaze dropping to yours, pivoting you to face him.

He seems annoyed, irritated by Chris’ approach, you’re more relieved that the latter left. Subconsciously scooting towards Jeongin’s embrace. “What was that…” you ask, earning a click of tongue from him.

“Ignore him,” he replies, “can’t have anything anymore. Just gotta stick their asses in,” he’s muttering, barely audible.

“Huh, what? I can’t hear you.”

He pokes his tongue inside his mouth, forcing a bump on his cheek. “Forget it, are you done with the photos?”

You nod, pointing to your camera. “Yup, all in.”

“Okay, let’s go back then. Don’t feel like staying here any more.”

—

“The pictures are good,” Seungmin agrees, clicking on swipe. “But those losers are lame,” he adds, squinting at each individual he’s seeing on screen, “being this unphotogenic gotta be against the regulations, what the fuck.”

You’re sprawled across his bed, the three of you crashing his dorm for the past hour. You brought your laptop, showing the safe part of it only. “I don’t think it's that bad,” you reply, pointing to the mouse so that he’d give it to you.

Jeongin has been quiet for a while — lost in thoughts, letting you and Seungmin do most of the talking. Snapping awake when Seungmin kicks his knee.  “Wake up, dude.”

“Eh?”

Seungmin scoffs, “The pictures, what do you think?”

Jeongin gazes at the screen, watching you roll past a few images. They’re ugly, he means to say. Not because you took them though, that’d be a lie. The problems are the recipients. “They’re…” he slurs, a bit tired when he looks at you; you have such a hopeful daze in your eyes, waiting for some validation. He groans, rubbing his forehead. “They’re great. Such… symmetry.”

Both you and Seungmin share a glance, skepticism etching your features.

“Just go back to sleep,” Seungmin tuts, facing forward when he notices a certain picture. “Wait, hol’ on.” he stops you, indicating where to click. You do, and he zooms in. “This. I didn’t know you took Chan’s photo?”

You awkwardly peek sideways, shrugging. “He asked me to,” expecting some sort of reaction from him, but he dwells on it; humming.

“I got an idea, come here.” he requests, slapping Jeongin’s arm to get him to follow as you form a circle on his mattress. “Nobody cares about those guys, right?”

Jeongin nods. You don’t know what answer to give this statement.

“We could make the magazine about us?” he suggests.

“About Stray Kids?”

“Yeah.”

“No,” your and Jeongin’s ‘no’ comes off simultaneously, quickly disapproving.

Seungmin perks a brow, resting his arms on his crossed legs. “Why? It’s a good idea.”

You stay silent, well aware that this won’t be good for your heart. Nor your body, nor your mind. You in general. However, you have no idea why Jeongin refused, stealing a glance at him to wait for his reasoning.

“I don’t want to, do I need a reason?” he retorts, keeping his tone normal the best he can.

“Yeah, you do. My grades matter on this, your grades will count because of this. yn?” he addresses you, shifting his focus to you and you wince internally.

It is an amazing idea, probably the best one so far… but… what do you even say here?!

No, I can’t because you guys get me all hot and bothered, and I might just bust if you keep getting into my space like that.

Okay. Nopes.

You throw your head forward onto your palms, your whole body sighing deeply in defeat. You hadn’t had much choice since this whole thing began, to be honest. What will it change?

“Fine…” you mumble, “I’m for Seungmin’s idea.”

They both stare at you momentarily, gaze heavy despite your lowered head. The way in which Seungmin’s lips curl into a smirk escapes you, and so does Jeongin’s growing frown.

“Two against one, guess we’re following my suggestion by fair voting. Hm?” Seungmin states, not quite a question, a spark of victory engraving his voice when Jeongin huffs, tsking. Tapping his knee in quiet frustration before reluctantly nodding, mumbling out a quiet ‘okay.’

You start to map out the magazine, planning each page and dividing the sections. Notes, members, club activities. They explain how their classes and clubs work, and you note it down. When it's your turn explaining, they’re the ones to listen. They’re attentive, you give them that. Perhaps because they are subtly admiring your focused expression, the knit of your brows, the tiny sniffs you take when they stare too hard — the pout that forms at your lips. Addicting.

Do you realize how cute you are? They wonder.

The clock ticks, time flying by and you’re soon yawning out. Lazily blinking as you type your last sentence so far. “I think… we are done for today, what else is there?” you ask, peering at them. They seem as tired, half-way lying dead on the mattress.

“We can continue later, I think it’s past midnight.” Jeongin mumbles, glancing at his phone screen.

Your own eyes land on the clock on your laptop, mouth gaping. “Oh shit, it is. I’ll get going then—” you heave up, but they hold onto you, throwing you back with a thud.

“It’s late, stay.” Seungmin asks — demands.

“I couldn’t possibly—” you try to oppose, but Jeongin is already packing your stuff, setting them on the nearby desk before returning to his initial seat. Next to you. Not for a project. “I have to go home…” you hope to object, but they tug you closer and your voice dies in a slur. “My roommate…”

“–is grown, she’ll manage without you tonight.” Seungmin declares, because he might not if you decide to leave again after such difficulty to get you here.

“Oh,” you hitch, shifting your head sideways to be met with Jeongin. You really can’t escape, huh. “Can I sleep on the couch?”

“No,” Jeongin replies, his forehead resting on your shoulder. “Felix is downstairs, stay here. Be good,” the last part comes off as a whisper. You nearly choke.

“I, uhm. Ok.”

They could laugh at your malfunction, but the last time they did you fled away for a solid week. For some reason, they don’t feel like teasing either.

Probably a dumb reason.

Seungmin switches off the lights, darkness filling your vision, as if that made it any better. Their proximity is louder than anything, how are you supposed to sleep in such a deafening atmosphere? Suddenly hyperaware of the fleeting touches and caresses that land on your body.

There's nothing at first, just the sound of your heavy breathing — cursing at yourself for it, but then, it's like they keep inching towards you. Closing any chance of distance till you're made of one piece. You're sure that you're dreaming it, that you fell asleep and this is all an illusion of your deepest fantasies of this exact situation. Clinging onto the logic till an arm wraps around your waist, having forgotten who is on which side on the spot. You gasp, not even an audible sound when you're rolled onto your side. The same arm snaking where your shirt hikes upwards. “Fuck, you're soft.”

Jeongin.

Mistake thinking it's only him when they're busy playing team tagging. The one behind you, Seungmin, pulls himself to your back. Spooning you like a pillow, their personal pillow. He hums, satisfied with the scent of your shampoo invading his nostrils.

Your thighs squeeze. Lord, not now. But when else?

“Guys…”

“Sleep,” Jeongin sighs, nose nuzzling your neck, bangs tickling your skin.

You can't. You hear crickets despite the lack of a nearby forest. It keeps you awake.

You'd be crazy to think that they're almost grinding on you, or you're the one doing it. You can't tell either. Your brain is working overtime, core throbbing painfully at the ideas that washes your mind. Jeongin's lips land flimsy above the collar of your shirt, you shiver in dull desire, hips involuntarily rolling back when you hear a light grunt from beside your ear. “I'm sorry—” you quickly apologize when Seungmin's palms lay flat on your hips, stilling your squirming self.

“Are you trying to make me pop a boner?” he murmurs, voice rough from sleep and something darker.

You apologize again; soft, guilty mumbles leaving your lips. Jeongin fights the urge to shut you up with a kiss. To seal those inviting lips of your. To be the first one of them to do it.

To claim you first before any of his hyungs get the chance to snatch you from him.

They’re sleepy, and you keep on rambling. Rambling off about how you could sleep on the floor, that it'd be better for everyone when they nicely decided to tuck you in with them. How cruel of you, really. It happens to be Seungmin's last straw.

“Ayen,” he begs in a groggy grunt, swiftly taking hold of the back of your head. “Keep her quiet.”

Jeongin doesn't hesitate.

His lips meet yours in a sweet haste, not registering any of it actually happening until his lips part, swallowing the huff you let out. He gives you a slow caress, a merciful chance to adjust. Your eyes squeeze shut, not having kissed anyone in years, you fight to keep up. He doesn't care, taking pleasure in the ineptitude in which you try to kiss back. Your lack of experience is endearing when his fingers find your jaw, gaping at your mouth to lick the drool that threatens to spill. Soft, pathetic, high pitched whimpers leave you mid kiss, begging for some oxygen when he steals yours away. Pulling back at last, his breath ghosts on your nose. Though, you get no time to recover when your face is hunched to the side, another pair of lips making contact with your parted ones.

Seungmin might just deem you as a drug. He's rougher than Jeongin, though his lips are delicate. The shakiness in which you allow him to do whatever with your mouth pleases him, the naivety in which you aim to breathe through your nose because they aren't giving you any opportunity for air to fill your lungs. Shit — should've kissed you sooner. Should've kissed you the first time you zoned out with that dumb expression of yours. He's been wondering why you kept doing that ever since, he might get an idea after this. He tilts his face, propping himself on his elbow to gain better access, shoving his tongue deep inside your mouth.

You moan, delirious when Jeongin's lips drop to your collarbone, sucking a slow, harsh mark there, that you have to tug at his hair — or Seungmin's. It's difficult to differentiate in this state.

He pulls back when you whine, heated eyes staring at you through pitch black darkness, breathing a ton. “Shit,” he curses, there's a throb in his pants, and with the shuffling from Jeongin's side, he's sure the sensation is mutual amongst them. Still, you're shuddering wildly, uncertain of how much you can handle — for now. “Let's just–” he pants, catching his stolen voice, “let's just go to sleep.”

—

The first thing you did when the sun rose was leave.

You left. Tearing yourself from tangled limbs, swiftly grabbing your belongings as you left without informing anyone. You can’t — you can’t handle that.

You hadn’t expected this to happen. Well maybe a minuscule logical part of you did — noticing the obvious signs early on, only to mark it with a ‘delusion’ arrow. You nearly bumped into a sleepy Felix on your escapee, just to ignore his confused grunt and make it out of the door.

You’re done for. Doomed. Rejected. Will regret this.

Living in fear for the rest of the day, an intense sense of familiar paranoia tugging at your heart. You can’t — that’s what you keep reminding yourself of. Except that they’re the ones doing it, and you’re silently letting them in.

“What the hell, yn.” you mutter, hands messing with your hair in disbelief.

—

“Do I stink?” Jeongin asks, sniffing the sleeve of his shirt.

“No shit,” Seungmin replies, the sarcasm in his response is loud. He doesn’t think he’s that behind. They hardly made it out of their individual practice tonight, deciding to meet up afterwards. The commune showers are crowded. Their clothes stick to their bodies, hair damp from washing it under the cold, tap water.

“I can’t believe she left without a word,” Jeongin blurts out and Seungmin hums in feign confusion. “This morning?”

He shrugs, eyes landing on the nearby opened store. “I can believe it, fits her character.” he says, though, he’s distracted by the pink hue of the store, ‘Welcome’ plastered on top. “Jeongin.”

“Hm?”

“I’m craving popsicles.”

—

Knock knock.

Jeongin’s knuckles hammers against your dorm’s door, the two of them standing by. They wait. It’s the third knock, and they’re getting impatient. “You think she’s home or nah?”

“Dunno, knock one more time.” Seungmin encourages, watching the younger man make a last attempt when the door creaks open. They anticipated to be met with your head peeking out curiously, unfortunately, the person behind the door isn’t you.

“Uhm, hello?” the girl speaks, taking a proper look as her eyes widen when she realizes who is standing before her. Panicked confusion seers through for a second, but then the memory of you mumbling about your project hits her. “Are you here for my roommate…?”

They nod and she opens the door wider, hesitant. “She’s not home right now, I think she went to the library.”

“We can wait here, no? Is she going to take long,” Jeongin asks, and she seems genuinely perplexed by it. Reluctant to let them inside.

Her tongue swipes across her lips, nodding. “Totally, I was about to leave either way. You can watch over meanwhile, I guess.”

Seungmin isn’t too fan of her telling them to watch over but Jeongin intercepts it before he does, grabbing his arm to pull them both inside. “Thanks.”

“No worries,” she assures, awkwardly clasping her shoes on. “You can stay here, sit on the couch. I don’t know, make yourself at home.” she says, about to head out as she suddenly stops. For the first time, feeling a bit considerate regarding you. Taking a deep inhale to gather the courage to face them, “Don’t enter her room, at all costs. That’s all, bye.”

At least she tried to warn them. She doesn’t know exactly why you prohibit people from entering your room since you usually keep to yourself. But you had expressed this rule several times, she felt the need to mention it before heading out.

Jeongin sprawls on the couch, throwing his head back, observing Seungmin walk towards the freezer, resting the popsicles deep inside cold refuge. “Hey,” he voices when Jeongin takes out his phone, earning a curious ‘hm’ from the other. “Why do you think she warned us?”

“Girls stuff, maybe. How would I know?” he replies, not quite dwelling on it like Seungmin. “Why do you ask?”

“Curious, that’s all.” he plops down next to Jeongin, propping his elbows on his thighs. “It’s weird, honestly.”

“You mean… you want to take a look?”

“Don’t you?”

Jeongin swallows, glancing at the shut door. “And… if she comes back?”

“We’ll act innocent, we know nothing.”

“Yeah, okay. We aren’t snooping around,” he reassures and Seungmin nods.

“We’re just loitering, crashing, nothing wrong with that.”

They hesitate — pretend to in order to please their conscience — yet, they thread through either way.

—

Your room is nothing unusual, nothing worth a warning for if they had to be real.

The walls are clean, you’re well hygienic, and there are barely any interesting posters up. Tidy, neat, casual.

“It’s like I’m stepping into an epitome of boredom, holy. Has she never heard of decorations?” Seungmin groans, pulling your desk chair to take a seat, rolling the wheels lazily.

Jeongin hums, sitting on your bed. The mattress is softer than his, taking delight by bouncing on it.

“You look stupid, quit doing that.” Seungmin snarks, raising his leg to kick Jeongin’s leg.

“Honestly, nothing here gives off her vibes. Or is it my opinion?”

Seungmin shakes his head, pupils darting around. “Nah, you’re right. I expected something a bit more…”

“Loseristic?”

“You're making up words now?” Seungmin asks, huffing a laugh. “Rude, I’ll tell her you called her a loser.”

“Says the rude one, bet she likes me better.” Jeongin states, pretending not to notice the twitch in Seungmin’s brow.

“I don't need to be desperate to get a girl,” Seungmin retorts, a mean blade to his tone. Jeongin's used to it.

“If you say so,” Jeongin mumbles, hiding the growing rigidity in his body with a cheeky grin. Throwing his body backwards onto the mattress when he hears a weird sound. He does it again despite Seungmin's skeptical stare. “Yo, hyung.” he calls, laying his palm flat on the surface, applying pressure. “I think there's something under the bed.”

“Huh, like what?” Seungmin asks, cocking his head in confusion. He stands up as Jeongin does, helping him lift the mattress.

Their eyes widen. Freezing on the spot to the stash of material before them.

Ten… “Tentacle?”

Jeongin picks up something, reading the cover. “Alien, monster. Eh, orgy?”

They skim through, attention being driven towards the crude displays in front of them. Girls getting gangbanged, manhandled, used. Boys not far off, you do have a type — they've come to know that.

The deafening agreement that courses through is wordless, they leave the mattress, bodies working around to find other leaks. Evidence that they aren't insane for this.

“I found porno games–” Jeongin begins, moving the front row of your books to the side to reveal DVDs, CDs, audiobooks, games — mangas, magazines. Your magazines — he opens them, swiping through the pages of naked men, handsome naked men — so that's where you got the idea from.

“I found something crazier,” Seungmin mumbles, his surprised amusement itching his throat. “Come see.”

He does, and that's probably the last thing he was anticipating to see in your room. There's toys, he can't blame you for that. But it's the specification of them.

Seungmin picks a dildo up, the shape weird in his palm. “You think that went inside?”

It's long. Sharp at the tip, purple with suctions on the edges. The picture of you using it to get off plagues his mind, and he's not scared to admit that it turns him on.

Jeongin blinks, his face running hot at the thought. He had thought you’d be naive, hence why you kept reacting with such innocence and timidity. Perhaps not, perhaps it was the complete opposite.

“Who would picture her for a pervert,” he doubts his own words, the heavy gulp from Jeongin echoes in their pulsating eardrums. “Are you weirded out?”

“Kinda,” Jeongin admits, his nails finding the curve of his nape, the skin heats under his fingertips. “Would it be wrong to be into it?”

Seungmin stares at him, the answer to that clear in both of their minds. He's about to reply when they hears the front door click.

“Fuck–”

They panic, cursing under their breath as they rush to put everything back neatly. In place exactly how they found it. There's a dog barking in the distance, and a muffled hint of your voice peering through.

Your steps get closer, the wooden floor creaking when you reach your bedroom door. The doorknob twists, the movement almost in slow motion until the surface bursts open the second you hear something — some things you shouldn't be hearing inside your bedroom.

“What the–!” you shout, vision instantly crashing on the two of them. They're sitting idly, Jeongin on your chair and Seungmin on the bed. On their phone. “What are you doing here?” the urgency in your voice cracking it open.

“We were…” Seungmin eyes Jeongin briefly, who is as clueless as him, “waiting for you.”

“In my room–?”

The dog barks again.

“I mean, where else?”

You whine, the worry on your face is pitiful. Brows knitted, mouth into a thin–pouty line. Your lashes keep fluttering close, not grasping the situation quite well. “Did you… find anything?” you ask and they shake their heads.

You want to believe them, you wish to. But they are breathing a millisecond quicker, chests heaving uncharacteristically. The tip of their ears are red, and you're not confident on what brought this reaction to them. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, what do you want us to find?” Seungmin questions and you grumble, knees bobbing in anxiety.

“Nothing,” it's small, dropping the book you've borrowed from the library on the desk, and their eyes suspiciously follow the object; trying to decipher what's written on it as if it was the holy grail. “We can move to the common room–”

“Actually,” Jeongin interrupts. “Can we use your shower real quick? We haven't since practice ended.”

You blink, glancing around briefly before nodding hesitantly. “Go ahead…” you point to the bathroom and they lift up. Seungmin pauses midway, turning to you.

“By the way, we bought you popsicles. It's in the freezer, wasn't sure which flavour you’d prefer,” he says, lips quirking upwards, “so we brought both.”

—

The shower runs as a waterfall in your head, fixed in the middle of your bed for the past ten minutes. You checked your things once. Barely. You gave it a sliver of a glance, too embarrassed to properly check. Having no courage to stand up and try again.

So, you overthink it.

Clicking the tip of your nails between your teeth, leg shaking stressfully. You don’t feel so well, “What if they found out…” you whisper under a breath, the popsicle cools down your wrist, the melting liquid drooling on your skin. You don’t notice with several scenarios busying your attention. You’d prefer if they snapped at you, called you a weirdo and forced you to switch schools rather than feigning innocence. Because it sure felt like they were. Then you’d be clear of doubts that they’re aware of what’s hidden here, instead of living in crippling anxiety.

You’re on the verge of breaking down when the shower stops, snapping you out of your never-ending thoughts as the doorknob tilts open. It stops briefly, you can hear their conversation faintly, not clear enough to make out what they’re saying until the door eventually opens.

The sight has your heartbeat erratic, lungs squeezing for a sudden breather as they come out of your bathroom shirtless.

Jeongin’s pants hang low, low enough to show the trace of his V line and the waistband of his boxers. He dries the edge of his hair with the towel hanging around his neck. Seungmin’s behind him, the droplets from his damp strands rolling down his shoulders, to his chest. The view of his abs casually flexing with his steps has you faltering.

“Where— where are your clothes…!?” you squeal, palms covering your eyes like a sneaky child. It’d be endearing if they didn’t know what type of person you truly are. Still, they step forward.

“Clothes? We’re wearing–” Jeongin replies and you shake your head, face flushed.

“No, your shirts—”

“Oh, you mean that.” Seungmin hums, knee digging into the mattress and you might just die. “Sorry, it’s in the washer,” he mentions, somehow never showing any remorse in his apologies. “Does it bother you that we’re here like this?”

“I’m not sure–” you mean to say yes, but Jeongin finds comfort on your left. Casually laying onto your pillow, the same one you… oh.

“The water pressure here is low-key more decent than ours. Isn’t it, hyung?”

Seungmin steals the towel from Jeongin, fading the flush that crept on his face from the shower, “Yeah, makes you wanna stay in here longer. We should come here more often. You wouldn’t mind right?”

The glimpse you take at his dripping chest is well noticed by him, faintly smirking when you take in a quiet gulp, lashes battling in malfunction. “Uhm, I have to ask… my roommate.”

“I’m sure she’ll have zero problem with it, noona. I’m confident nobody on campus can refuse us,” Jeongin reassures, glancing at the dribbling popsicle in your grip, fingers tight on the wooden stick. He sighs, digits digging into your wrist, stabilising your trembling hold. “Noona, look at the mess you’re causing,” he mutters, voice close to your ears. “It’s dripping everywhere, do you like it that way?”

Seungmin pats your head, because you seem on the verge of tears — eyes glossy, blinking to prevent anything from overflowing. It’s pathetic, he thinks he’s infatuated. “She must, Ayen, her hand is all sticky. Such a wet mess, it’s drooling onto your sheets.” he insinuates, forcing you to notice the blueish drops that stains your bed.

Your brain stops working altogether, voice staggering in an apology as you try to stand but they prevent you from doing so.

“Relax, we’ll clean it up for you.” Seungmin says, and Jeongin moves on the spot.

Plump lips meeting the veins on your wrist, a stark reminder of yesterday that you hardly forgot, and now they’re adding new material to your poor mind.

“No, no,” you beg in a whimper, embarrassed with the moan that leaves you when his tongue darts at the liquid, licking a long stripe from the bottom of your wrist to your palm. He holds eye contact, Seungmin shutting off any attempt of you averting your gaze. “I’m sorry–”

Seungmin tilts his head, lifting your chin to gaze at where he’s standing above your lying figure, “Don’t be.” he smiles, “this is out of free will.”

He lays back when Jeongin’s done with the cleanup. The younger holds the popsicle before you, they can practically feel your heat from here. Fuck, you must be soaking from this alone. It takes a lot not to pounce on you already, but they’ll wait. Feed you whatever you desire, mess with your pretty little head till you’re left a pleading mess.

That’s the plan.

“Say aah,” Jeongin guides, tutting when you shake your head.

“Demonstrate,” Seungmin suggests, tone smug. “It’s probably her first time.”

You whine, the world tight and dizzy. Your head pivots, the situation too overwhelming for you to react. Their words are dirty, it feels double meaning, but Jeongin’s mouth parting around the popsicle in your hand has you buffering. Thighs pressing uncomfortable, certain that the pool of desire in your stomach is visible in your body language.

“Pay attention,” he reminds you, like he was instructing a class. His tongue peeks out, catching the drop that was threatening to spill as he runs his mouth all the way up to the top. He lays his tongue flat on the underside, hypnotizing when he sucks on it with a hard pop that nearly breaks the desert. You picture that was your clit instead, the same plump lips wrapping around your lips and… No. This is wrong, but it feels so right.

“It’s sweet, you should try it.” Jeongin smirks, his dimples popping as he brings the spit covered desert to your lips. “Please?” his cock jumps when you part your lips tentatively, a small — gaping hole for him to push the popsicle in. It leaks at the corners of your mouth, gasping when he shoves it deeper.

Seungmin grunts, a pang of nasty jealousy ringing through at the sight of Jeongin using you like this. He heaves up, tugging closer to your body — arm snugging your waist to get you to fit into his body. It’s haste, sudden enough for Jeongin not to get the chance for a response. “Let me have a taste.”

You’re about to hand him the popsicle, but he gets rid of it before you. Confused when his lips suddenly collide with yours with a, “hmph—!”

He kisses you like he missed the sensation of you in his mouth. The threads of patience left in him finally snapping. His lips are as you remember them, delicate but harsh. The taste of blueberry on your lips has his moaning in your mouth, parting your lips with his tongue, licking at the inside of your warmth — careful not to miss any drop of sugar.

Jeongin’s grip on your thighs tightens, blunt nails digging onto the fabric and you wince in pained pleasure, escaping from Seungmin’s ministration for a fraction of second. Long enough for Jeongin to react, he doesn’t wait politely in order to push your head towards him. Lips molding into place — harder than Seungmin — more teeth and possession enrobing the kiss, drawing a high pitched sound from him when your fingers instinctively lace through his silky locks; brushing his scalp in your search for support. To tug at something and cling to it.

He invades your senses, body mushed to yours, sandwiching you between the two of them as his hands trail past your thighs to the button of your pants. He stops on the seam, thumb absently tracing in the ridge of the circle. Seungmin's breath is on your neck, brushing off the strands of hair to pamper the skin with reminders of him.

Jeongin pulls your wrist towards him, kissing your palm before moving to yank off your cardigan. Seungmin takes the hint, deft fingers hurrying to undo the buttons attaching the wool altogether, groping your tits in the process. A sense of urgency hits you as they begin undressing you, throbbing under their hungry demeanor.

“Wait– Wait!” you choke out, hands flailing forward. They pause, wearing an expression that screams nobody has ever told them to wait before. Confused, though they're considerate enough to give you an inch of distance to gather your thoughts. “I've never…” you admit, abashed. “I’ve never done any of this…”

A second passes, and you cuss yourself for it. Shouldn't you have said that? — did you ruin the mood?

However, Jeongin spreads your legs wider, his grip softens small enough to go unnoticed. “Is that an issue?” he asks, “Do you want us to stop?”

He's asking you if it's an issue. You're thrown aback, lips swollen and jaw slack. You had thought they'd take you for an inexperienced loser — to make fun of you, and it to be their worry. Not yours.

Stop?

“No,” you reply, almost scared that they'll pull away. “Don't stop, please.”

Seungmin inhales against your nape, teeth nibbling down. Teasing. “You know, yn,” he begins, palms trailing across your body slower than earlier, this time savouring the shape of you in his grip. “I've been wanting to fuck you for a while, just couldn't tell why.” you shiver, and he smiles. “Weird, because I can always tell why I want someone. Maybe, I know why now.”

Your mouth dries, or salivates?

Mind too clouded with a simple question to care, “Why…?”

He laughs, quiet, scarcely a blow of air. “That's a secret between me and Jeongin.”

Your buttons come off. Revealing your bare shoulders when the cardigan gets thrown loose somewhere on the floor along with the forgotten popsicle, all that's left is a soaking mess of it. A mirror of you if they choose to dive their hands a bit further. But they can already tell. They know.

Jeongin's knee nestles between your parted thighs, and you close them on him by reflex. He groans as the meat rubs on his aching cock with the help of Seungmin's grip grinding you on his friend's leg. “Say,” Jeongin rasps by your lips, drawing the sweetest breathless noises out of you from the motion on your clothed clit. “Do you want me or him?”

You wonder if your hearing is playing on you, eyes hovering to Seungmin's briefly because you're not positive of what Jeongin could mean by that. If that's a proper question to answer, or a trap–

“Go ahead,” Seungmin assures, “answer his question.”

No matter how much you dwell on it, the beats that pass. You've got only one answer on the tip of your tongue, “Both– I can't choose… please,” you're putty in their hands, eyes closing in a plea, “don't make me choose...”

“Such a greedy girl,” Seungmin whispers, tracing the edge of your shirt. “You heard her, Ayen-ah. Stop being a possessive asshole.”

Jeongin's smile falters, painfully aware of the playground Seungmin is setting. He'll say that, then do the exact same thing he's reprimanding Jeongin from doing.

Like the dirty lying cheater he is, it's just a game of belonging to him. No — to them. He's not so innocent either, it's not the first time this is happening. For whatever reason, he's not too fond of sharing this once. You're such a fascinating little thing, he wants to keep you to himself.

Not long before the rest starts meddling, then it'll be a game of chess. The thought alone has his skin prickly, but for now, maybe he'll give you what you want.

If you want Seungmin too — then so be it. Playing dirty is not unfamiliar in the house; to hand you each of your fantasies one by one, till you're unable to digest anything else but him.

“Take her clothes off, take it–” Jeongin snarls. Maybe he's a little angry, it diffuses on the way he reaches for the zipper of your pants, flying it open and a pop of buttons. Seungmin complies, much needing to see more of you as he lifts your arms. Ripping the shirt off your head with impatience, leaving your chest bare except for the lace of your bra. Seungmin shudders at the sight of your cleavage above your shoulder, salivating when you hurry to cover yourself so timidly as if there aren't several deranged materials hidden in every corner of this bedroom.

You're an iceberg he's willing to dive under the sea to discover, to get you to spill all your dirty secrets by the time he's done with you. To coax it out, along with the whimpers you let out when he removes your arms from your chest. “Don't hide, show me.”

“You're pretty like this. Pretty face,” his hand trails to your back, unclasping your bra with a click. “Pretty tits, I bet you've got a pretty cunt too.”

Your face heats impossibly, as if you weren't already scorching before. Just then, Jeongin's thumbs lock on the waistline of your pants, rolling them off by jerking your hips forward. Panties are the sole thing left on you, and you could die from humiliation. Your skin flushes with heat, burning.

Seungmin lays back, pulling you with him till you're up against his bare chest. Naked flesh-on-flesh. He could lick at your goosebumps.

Jeongin crawls in front of your curved knees, palms clasping on your knees, easily using his strength to open your thighs. “You're dripping,” he points out upon seeing the damp spot on the gusset of the thin cloth, hardly providing ample coverage to your aching cunt.

“Don't say that–” you whine, lips pressing when he runs a thumb on your covered slick, the cotton clings to your labia. “Oh…” the sensation's already different from what you're used to from a swipe alone, the pleasure incomparable to what you've felt before.

“So responsive, we've barely touched you,” he praises, nuzzling the side of your face. His behavior could be mistaken for affection if you didn't know better.

This got to be a figment of your imagination. A made up situation in your brain, but their touches are hard enough to seem real. Subconsciously answering your question when Seungmin pinches your thigh, earning an involuntary grind from you that has him gasping for more. Needy since the last time you left them blue-balled at seven in the morning.

“More,” you plead and they scoff. Mirroring each other's actions.

“Already? Thought it'd take more to make you beg,” Seungmin amuses, finger curling on the edge of your panties when he abruptly pulls onto the elastic before snapping it back to your skin. It stings, and he's having fun doing it again. He's mean, catching you off guard when the next tug tears the fabric — ignoring the hitch in your voice. “See how easy that was?” he taunts, eyes landing onto Jeongin's who's bluntly ignoring him; busy tearing the broken fabric from you completely. Bare pussy catching the cold air from the crack of your ajar window.

Rough thumb makes contact with your clit, hips jolting in his direction with an, “Ah–!”

Jeongin drinks in your reaction, lowering his head till he's met with your leaking cunt. He breathes in, taking in your scent, letting himself get familiar with it. Digits run across your slit, coating them with your fluids, teasing the entrance. He lifts his vision — challenging Seungmin's. “Hyung,” his tone is sharp around the edges, cutting through with irritation, “you're fucking annoying me.”

“Am I?” Seungmin coos, mocking the one between your legs as he helps him spread them wider, holding you nice and open for Jeongin. “You should be more grateful, you know? I'm letting you have this. Let you kiss her first, let you tag along. Brought you here with me,” he replies, fist snaking to your bare pussy, fingers forcing a V to spread your lips apart for Jeongin. “I'm giving you another opportunity, and you're complaining?”

“Funny,” Jeongin chuckles, spitting onto your gaping hole. “You think I'm doing this because you're giving it to me,” a thick finger breaches you — sharp contrast to your own. “Her? You're giving her to me, hilarious.”

They're talking about you as if you aren't physically present, you might be, but your mind is elsewhere. Guilty of how much desire this twists in your stomach, heels digging into the mattress in forbidden pleasure when he adds a second one. Fingers that have been plaguing your mind since the first time you sat across the same table, so deep inside that he's hitting that tender spot without trouble.

“Jeongin–” you cry out, and he smirks in temporary triumph, pussy gushing against his fingers. He curves them, watching how your head throws back onto Seungmin's shoulder, thighs quivering shut if it wasn't from the shared grips holding you in place.

“That's it, cry out my name,” he encourages, sweetly planting a kiss to your clit. Drawing a high pitched squeal out of you, parting his fingers — forcing you to take the stretch. “You gon cum from that? From me scissoring you wide?” he asks and you nod feverishly, tilting to the edge shamefully fast.

But you don't think you've got any dignity left in you when you allow them to talk to you — about you like this.

He licks a stripe down, warm tongue something you've never experienced in your life. The sound is obscene, lapping at your overflowing juices in wild excitement to get you to your peak.

He neglects your clit at first, focusing on gathering the spilling drops with his wet muscle, darting on your lips in sloppy open-mouthed kisses. Enveloping his mouth above your spasming hole, the tip of his tongue inches inside. Seungmin's thumb suddenly makes contact with your throbbing nub, applying just enough pressure in tight circles to bring you to the edge.

“Fuck– ahh!” you moan out, loud — confident that the neighboring students can hear you across the dorms’ thin walls. “Stop–! Can't—” you squeak when neither of them halts, continuing their abuse on your sensitive pussy, snapping shut around Jeongin's head as he slurps your release, notorious sounds escaping his mouth. Moaning at your taste.

“Just like that, you sound so adorable.” Seungmin praises, sitting you upright with him. His hands find your hips, guiding you to lean forward on your knees. Jeongin maneuvers you from the front, lowering you so that you're at level with his prominent bulge. He's straining his pants, the fabric tight.

You aren't distracted for long with Seungmin's grind on your rear. Palms flat on your bare ass, kneading the flesh adoringly. “Shit,” you both curse when his erection makes contact with your slippery cunt, dirtying the fabric of his pants. “Looks like I'd fit right in,” he mutters under his breath, spreading your cheeks wide to hump your ass in dirty, languid strokes. “Don't you think so too?”

He's talking to either of you, his tone ever condescending.

The tension of their passive argument lingers when Jeongin takes hold of your hair, grip digging in your scalp. Holding you down to the roots, hunching you to the bulge stretching his pants. “Blow me,” he commands. Bold. “Moan against my dick, that's where I wanna hear you.”

You fumble with the zipper. You're shaking too much but it seems like you're the only person here who’s getting bothered by it. This is a sick fantasy. This is…

However. 

He rolls his pants down, boxers quickly following suit. He's aching, torturously hard and sore. He needs you now, and the sight of him being freed is enough to shut your mind. You stare at him, big wide eyes wondering what to do next. Even though you know, you’re scared of doing it wrong. He sighs shakily. You’re going to kill him, he might cum from you staring alone. “Noona,” the nickname has your insides knotting this time, pussy begging to be filled just as your mouth. “Come on, open up for me.”

He taps the tip against your lower lip, smudging the precum beautifully on the soft tissue. You open, welcoming him in with a testing lick. Moaning at the salty taste of him on your tongue. He’s addictive, licking off the beads that threaten to spill from his tip earnestly. “Yeaahhh, like that. Use your lips.” he groans, a trail of sweat inching down his neck when you wrap your pretty lips around the crown. Clumsily circling the shape with your tongue. “Oh, oh.” your moves are amateur, but the eagerness in which you’re trying makes his balls tighten. Perhaps you’re still timid. It’s fine, he’ll help you learn.

Using the roots of your head, he pushes you forward slowly, taking his time to feed you inch by inch. Stopping when a wet gag keens from your throat, drool pooling at the seam of your mouth, dribbling past your chin. “Slower, yeah?” He stills when you nod, doing your best to breathe through your nose like you’ve seen on online forums. It’s more difficult than you thought, somehow, you can smell the taste of him up your nostrils.

You’re persisting to accommodate when a sudden intrusion jolts your lashes open. A muffled mewl echoing past his cock at the feel of something lengthy and searing brushes on your clit. Your hips grind against it involuntarily, rolling back to meet the upcoming thrusts on your cunt. The image of Seungmin coming back to you. You falter, and Seungmin is the one who kneads your waist, fingers doughing with the surface of your tummy. “Keep sucking him–” he pants. Bending forward, his arm rests under your stomach, two fingers diving inside without restraint. “Vaccuming me inside, think you’re ready?” he hisses through his teeth, thrusting his digits in just to test the waters before pulling out.

You weren’t ready.

He tried to show you mercy, starting off at a horrendously steady pace. Kind enough to. Past the tip and it begins to burn, the stretch wider—lenghtier than fingers. “God,” he strangles. You’re hugging him so tightly, snug and warm. He never wants to leave, etching crescent marks on your skin, “should’ve fuckass bent you over the first time I saw you–”

Every whimper you make vibrates up Jeongin’s cock, and he knows that he should separate — to give you time to get used to taking cock, but a wave of selfishness prevents him from doing as such. If anything, it entices him to force himself deeper. Greedily shoving his length down your throat. You gag, coughing around him as your vision blurs from the double sensation. Seungmin bottoms out, hitting spots that you weren’t aware of existing. “Mhmph–!” is all you can muster, palms landing flat on Jeongin’s spread thighs in your struggle to handle any of this.

They weren’t fond of teamwork, but now they’re moving in tandem. A silent agreement coursing through when they start to thrust, not aiming to be nice anymore with the curses that fly past their lips. Handling you with little care — Jeongin drags your head all the way off, leaving your mouth gaping and craving oxygen — barely a breath before he plunges back in, coercing you to develop a gag reflex on your first time.

Meanwhile Seungmin pounds your behind, ignoring the dangerous quiver of your thighs, holding your legs open with a hand. His other palm lays flat on your stomach, applying a delicious pressure that has you seeing tunnel vision. He’s ramming his way in, breaking your wretched virgin pussy. He’s not going to last long with the sight of you choking on his friend’s cock, each of his erratic thrusts making you throat him deeper. Forcing whimpers out of his chest when you clench — hard from your impending orgasm. His angelic voice fills your mind when he presses his bare chest to your slippery back, giving your clit a harsh slap just to hear similar sounds that might mask his own from you — or Jeongin, both.

You can’t voice a warning when your mouth is stuffed full, instead hurryingly tapping Jeongin’s thighs, making him stutter in his pace to observe your face. Alas, it’s too late, Seungmin can already feel you creaming him, pussy gripping him like a vice. “Fuck, yn–” he moans, balls throbbing harshly that he has to forcingly pull out. Warm hand instantly replacing your much favoured cunt, jerking himself off — wincing at the strokes like it tortured him not to do this inside instead. He threads onto that sanity, thumb applying pressure on the underside of his tip, releasing hot ropes across your back. Tainting you with him.

Jeongin immediately abandons the confinement of your mouth, throwing you flat on the sheets. Your tiny, surprised, “oomph–” is adorable, but he’s got no time to dwell on it. Seeking comfort between the solace of your thighs, knocking them open. He aligns himself, assuming that you can take it now — plunging inside without warning signs. “Wait—!” you struggle, face contorting to pleasured overstimulation, extremely sensitive. “I can’t take no more–”

He cradles your face, a brief attempt of comfort as he leans down to suck on your neck. “You can,” he mutters, biting down. “Just a little more.”

Seungmin takes hold of your jaw, directing your head to face him. His lips meet yours in an awkward, upside-down kiss. The position has your teeth clicking, causing a drooling mess on your chin. Dizzy with how he’s stealing your breath. The whine of his name pushing out of your mouth earns a low grunt from him. Your eyes squeeze, lips smacking and skin slapping echoing throughout the corners of the room. Overwhelming, you can’t stop kissing him, cocking your head to the side to give him better access. Running onto cloud nine by sharing his saliva when he sucks on your tongue harshly.

Jeongin grows desperate, the bites on your flesh turning more cruel in his ride. The taste of that familiar high on the tip of his tongue, obsessed with every pant you take, obsessed with how your nails rake at the muscles on his back. Your stomach contracts under him, and he applies more of his weight, crushing your body in order to blend the two of you together. “Gonna cum, fuck.” he whines, tone taking a higher pitch. Nearly slipping out with how you’re wetting him, not wanting to let him go. He knows you’re close too. He sits up, dragging your legs above his shoulders, supporting you there. Sharing a brief eye contact with Seungmin who takes the hint — three fingers circle your clit in quick eights. You thrash violently, something uncanny from the last two orgasms approaching. You flail your arms, but Seungmin takes hold of them with one hand, pinning your wrists above your head despite your distressed attempts to slow down.

“Feels weird, please–” you shake, tears coating your cheeks as they whisper quick ‘come on’ in your ears. Drawing you impossibly close when the thread snaps — the coil coming undone.

You’re a fountain, juices running out like tap water, horrified when they drag it out. It won’t stop, and they’re gratifying in it. “My god, she’s squirting all over.” Seungmin comments, unable to find the controlled edge in his tone. You cry from shame, though, that’s exactly what you’ve been dying for. Jeongin finally pulls out, bobbing his hand up and down his cock and he spurts onto your stomach, painting you white.

Breathing heavily, a silence falls through. Taking in your dishevelled state, you can barely move a hair. Muscle spasming lazily, fingers twitching from creeping tiredness. You still are in disbelief that this just happened. Not earlier, and certainly not when they start to stand, looking around for something to wipe you with.

A faint, exhausted smile tugs at your lips the second they leave the room.

Maybe.

Maybe those birthday wishes did work.

[daceydeath]

Dangerous Acquaintance

Pairing: Hit Man Seungmin x reader

Word Count: 7.2K

Genre: Dark Romance

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Activities, Violence, Death

Chan has given him an assignment find the guy the crossed him and deal with it. The fact that you are potential leverage puts you on a path you don't even know you are walking.

The room was dim, smelling like smoke, expensive liquor, and something metallic lingering underneath it all something sharper that would cling to the back of the throat and remain for several hours. Seungmin leaned against the edge of the table, sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows, revealing his heavily tattooed forearms, his expression calm in a way that didn’t quite match the tension humming through the space. Around him, the others shifted. Han was impatient, Hynjun amused, and Felix fidgeted, but they were all waiting for orders. At the head of the table, Chan flipped a lighter open and shut. Open, shut, open, shut in an irritating pattern of unsaid anger.

Click... Click... Click.

It was the only sound for a moment in a room of eight equally useful but dangerous men. “He took more than he should have.” Chan didn't raise his voice; he never needed to.

A photo slid across the table, stopping just short of Seungmin’s hand. A face he didn’t recognise, but judging from the shifting feeling of the room, some of the others did. It was nothing more than a grainy surveillance still caught mid-step, hood half up, eyes darting sideways like he already knew he was being watched. Seungmin glanced down at it, only briefly; he didn’t need longer than that. “What’s the damage?” he enquired casually.

“Enough,” Chan replied coolly. The lighter snapped shut this time; it was final and somehow louder. “He dipped into something that didn’t belong to him. Product is missing, money is gone, and now he is pretending he didn’t know where it went.”

A quiet scoff came from Changbin, who was leaning against a wall across the room. “Classic.”

Chan ignored it, his eyes still locked on Seungmin. “I don’t like being played for a fucking fool.”

Seungmin hummed softly, almost thoughtful, picked up the photo and inspected it, tilting it slightly under the light. “Does he have it? Or did he move it?”

“Does it matter?” Chan narrowed his eyes slightly, the simmering anger just below the surface.

Seungmin’s lips curved upwards faintly. “Not particularly. How did you want it handled?”

Chan leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Here’s how this goes. You find him. You talk to him. Give him a chance to fix his mistake.” His gaze sharpened. “People make bad decisions. Sometimes they just need some... encouragement to correct them.”

Felix chuckled under his breath; they all knew what that meant.

Seungmin set the photo back down, aligning it neatly with the edge of the table like it actually mattered. “And if he doesn’t?” He raised one eyebrow, his voice smooth.

Chan met his eyes. “Then he’s not useful anymore.” Silence settled for a second; it was simple, heavy, and final.

Seungmin nodded once, as though he’d just been given directions to pick up the groceries. “Understood.”

Chan, however, didn’t lean back yet. “There’s one more thing, Seung.”

That got Seungmin’s attention, not visibly, not to anyone who didn’t know him, but there was a slight pause before he reached for the glass of whiskey beside him. “Yeah?”

Chan tapped the photo on the table once. “He’s been sloppy. Nervous. Which meant he had something to lose.” He slid out a new photo, and this one wasn’t grainy; it was clear as day. A woman caught mid-laugh, sunlight catching her pretty face, completely unaware.

Seungmin’s fingers stilled, if only for a second before they curled around the edge of the paper to lift it. “…a girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” Chan smirked. “Lives alone. No record, no involvement, totally clean.”

“Which makes her excellent leverage,” Minho muttered.

Seungmin didn’t look up, his eyes still on the image, his face still blank except for something that flickered in his eyes for only a moment; it wasn’t surprise or concern, it was something quieter and more dangerous.

Chan watched him carefully, decoding Seungmin’s reaction. “You don’t touch her unless you have to,” he smirked. “We aren’t making unnecessary messes. But if he won’t talk…” A nonchalant shrug. “People tend to get more cooperative when they were reminded what they could lose.”

The mood in the room shifted to something far more sinister, but Seungmin just studied the photo a moment longer. Her smile, the way she looked so normal, so soft, completely out of place in his world. “…I won’t need to,” he announced finally.

Chan raised an eyebrow. “No?”

Seungmin set the photo down beside the first, aligning them together now intentionally neat. “He doesn’t look like the type who could hold out,” he continued calmly. “People like him panic. They fold fast when they realize no one is coming to help them.” A faint smile tugged at his lips. “I’ll talk to him.”

Chan leaned back at last and looked satisfied. “That’s what I like to hear.” He gestured vaguely. “Get it done clean. I don’t want noise, I don’t want attention, and I definitely don’t want him thinking he could disappear with what’s mine.”

Seungmin nodded, taking a step away from the table. “Give me a couple of weeks.”

“Take all the time you like,” Chan replied, satisfied the problem would be dealt with. “Just make sure it’s finished.”

As the meeting dissolved into quieter conversations and low laughter, Seungmin lingered on the outer fringe, near the doorway, the two photos now tucked neatly into the inside pocket of his jacket. He pulled them out again when he was alone in the hall, scanned the problem, then the potential solution. His thumb brushed lightly over the edge of the image, thoughtful. “…Leverage,” he murmured under his breath; it wasn’t agreement, it was curiosity. A slow, deliberate kind of interest settled in his chest and refused to move.

He slid both photos back into place, straightening his jacket, his control and composure snapping back into place. By the time he stepped out into the night, there was already a plan partially formed—not just for the job but for everything he would make sure came after. The smile that crossed his face lingered this time, darker than the ones that had come before it. He enjoyed his job when Chan gave him freedom, and he was going to take full advantage.

The first time you noticed him, he was arguing softly with a vending machine. Not frustrated, just… persistent. You were standing a few steps away, watching as he pressed the same button again, then glanced down at the display like he was trying to reason with it. “It’s eaten my money twice now,” he sighed, almost to himself.

You huffed out a small laugh before you could stop yourself, which made him turn his head, and your eyes met. For a second, he looked surprised as though he didn’t expect anyone to be in earshot, only to smile at you. “Do you think it’s a lost cause?” he asked, pursing his lips and gesturing to the machine with his free hand.

You stepped closer, tapping the side of the machine lightly. “You have to hit it a bit harder than that.”

His brow lifted, amused. “Violence?”

“Encouragement,” you corrected softly.

He watched you for a second, then followed your lead, knocking the side with just enough force. There was a clunk; his drink dropped with a measured thud.

You grinned. “See?”

He let out a quiet laugh, softer than you expected. “I stand corrected.”

It started there, a small, forgettable interaction.

You saw him again a couple of days later, just outside your building. He was leaning against the railing, phone in hand, like he was waiting for something or maybe someone. When you approached, his attention shifted immediately.

“Hey,” he said, like he already knew you. “Vending machine expert.”

You rolled your eyes a little. “Did it betray you again?”

“Not yet,” he joked easily. “But I’m staying cautious.”

You smiled despite yourself at how easy it felt to talk to him.

“I’m Seungmin,” he added, letting you introduce yourself and shake his outstretched hand. He repeated your name quietly, the same way he had before, like he was filing it somewhere important.

After that, he started to appear more often not constantly or strangely, just enough for you to notice him. Outside the building when you left to go to work, at the store when you were food shopping, and once, at the bus stop when your boyfriend cancelled on you last minute, claiming he was “busy” again.

Seungmin didn’t pry when you checked your phone, a sigh falling from your lips.

“Plans fall through?” he asked lightly, looking at you with a friendly smile.

“Something like that.” You frowned at your phone, the short, annoyed text from Minjun.

He nodded, not pushing you for anything more. “Want company anyway?”

You hesitated for a second; Minjun had cancelled on you at the last minute, and you had no other plans. “Yeah, that sounds good,” you admitted.

"Grab a coffee then?" He grinned, gesturing down the street, and you nodded, walking beside him in comfortable quiet.

It became a pattern that you didn’t notice straight away. The more your boyfriend pulled away, the more Seungmin seemed to fill the space without trying. One morning he showed up with coffee because you had once complained about how bad the café down the street was. “You didn’t have to do that,” you told him, smiling gratefully.

“I know,” he said, easily shrugging. “I wanted to.”

There was something steady about Seungmin, like he wasn’t going to just disappear. Minjun eventually noticed.

“Who is he?” Minjun barked the question, coming sharper than you expected, cutting through your phone call one evening.

You blinked, pulling the device away from your ear. “What?”

“That guy,” he pushed. “The one you keep mentioning. Seungmin.” There was an edge to his voice that you didn’t like he was accusing you of something suspicious.

You frowned. “He’s just someone new who moved into my building.”

“‘Just someone’ you’re suddenly seeing all the time?” Minjun snapped harshly.

“I’m not ‘seeing’ him,” you snapped, irritation flaring. “We run into each other.”

“Yeah?” he scoffed. “Or is he just always around?”

The implication sat heavy between you, another veiled accusation as though having a friend that happened to be a guy was something you had done wrong. “You’re being ridiculous, Minjun.”

“Am I?” His tone sharpened. “Because you didn’t even tell me about him until now.”

“Because it’s not a big deal!” You huffed, trying not to sound defensive, trying to diffuse his anger.

Minjun stayed silent for a moment. “Stay away from him.”

Your grip on the phone tightened. “You don’t get to tell me who I can talk to,” you said as softly as you could manage.

“I’m trying to keep you safe.” He insisted as if he was your knight in shining armor, not the guy who had ditched you five times in the last few weeks.

The words landed wrong, making you see red. “From what?” you snapped. “A guy who’s actually nice to me?”

The second it left your mouth, you felt the shift. “…so that’s what this is,” he said quietly.

You closed your eyes, already regretting it. “That’s not what I meant. Minjun, please.”

“Sure,” he muttered. “Sounds like you’ve already replaced me.”

“I haven’t, I...” You started to argue, but the line went dead.

The next time you saw Seungmin for coffee, you were more withdrawn, and he noticed immediately. “Something wrong?”

You hesitated, not wanting to look like you were complaining. “My boyfriend’s just… being difficult.”

Seungmin tilted his head slightly. “Difficult how?”

“He doesn’t like that I’ve been spending time with you,” you admitted, watching his reaction carefully.

He let out an almost amused exhale and shook his head. “I haven’t done anything.”

“I know,” you replied quickly. “It’s not you, Seungmin. Minjun’s just… paranoid lately, and I don’t understand why.”

Seungmin’s gaze lingered on you a second longer than usual. “People get like that when they had something to hide,” he said softly.

You blinked at him in surprise. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, like it was nothing. “Just a thought.” You nodded and sipped your coffee thoughtfully.

The arguments with Minjun got worse after that; everything set him off, and a whole new and unknown side appeared for you to see.

“You’re choosing him over me? Are you that fucking easy?” Minjun shouted angrily, pacing around your apartment. You hadn't even said Seungmin's name; the anger just exploded out of thin air.

“I’m not choosing anyone,” you insisted as calmly as you could, shrinking in on yourself on the couch. “I’m asking you to stop acting like I’ve done something wrong!”

“Have you let him fuck you?” he screamed, stopping to face you, his face red and eyes wide. “Just another slut looking for dick wherever she can."

“Minjun. Please, he's just a friend, I would never do that," you promised, trying to reassure him.

“Fucking lying whore," he began to rant furiously. "Bet he fucks you after I leave, bet you let him fuck you raw like the filthy bitch you are." His breathing was getting heavier as he continued to yell in your face, his pointed finger almost touching your face. The words hit like a slap, and you couldn't speak. Minjun exhaled sharply as you moved away from him. “You don’t know him,” he said, his voice dangerously low now. “You don’t know what he wants. But I fucking do.”

Your mind flickered to Seungmin’s quiet smiles, his steady presence, the way he never pushed too far. “I think I do,” you whispered, not realizing it was a mistake until the second it left your mouth.

Minjun launched at you a split second later, forcing your back to smack against the wall and knocking the breath out of you. His fingers closed around your neck and pressed hard as you gasped. “Maybe I should mark what's mine, huh?" he muttered darkly, ignoring your attempt to get loose from his grip, your face turning red and your head starting to swim from lack of oxygen. "I bet he will love seeing what I leave behind for him."

Tears were pouring from your eyes as he spoke, each threat creating cracks in the picture of the man you thought he was. Minjun had never yelled at you like this, never threatened you, never done this, and as his hand finally released your neck, you slid to your knees, gasping desperately for air.

"You're fucking pathetic, just another gash who wants more than she deserves." His voice dripped with venom as his hand collided with the side of your face, the pain making you cry out. Minjun just looked down at you, then rolled his eyes and walked towards your door, the slam of it closing behind him echoing off your walls.

You crawled desperately towards the door, locking it and pulling the security chain so that he couldn't get back in, even if he tried his key. Bile rose in your throat, and your face was beginning to swell. This was not how you thought your day together would end.

Seungmin had been watching the front of the building since your boyfriend had arrived, waiting to see what would happen, and perhaps even tail you both when you left for dinner. But when his target left the building alone, irate and muttering to himself, his curiosity was piqued. Deciding to wait until dusk, Seungmin made a move.

You hadn’t answered his message, so Seungmin took the stairs down the two levels to your door. He knocked firmly and waited, hearing slow muffled sounds from the other side of the door, your feet moving, the sound of you pressing against the solid wood. "It's Seungmin," he called innocently as though he didn’t already know you were alone.

You made a small surprised sound, then he heard the sound of the chain being released, the lock on the doorknob clicking, and the deadbolt being unlocked; that was three separate locks. His mind started working overtime; something had happened between you and his target.

You opened the door slowly, peeking out of the crack to see Seungmin looking concerned, his fingers fidgeting with the cuff of the soft blue hoodie he was wearing. "Hi, um, I'm not feeling that great, Seungmin." You tried to sound like you were okay, even though your hand shook where it touched the door.

He frowned lightly. "I already know you aren't; your eyes are red and puffy. You had another fight."

Your face crumpled as you realized he knew that it was worse than before. "It's different this time," you whispered.

Seungmin's face softened as he stepped closer to the door but didn't touch it. "If something has happened, I can help get you somewhere safe, call the police, anything."

A sob fell from your lips as you opened the door a little wider, letting him see the bruising that was already blooming on the side of your face. Seungmin's sharp intake of breath was all you needed to confirm what you had tried to pretend wasn’t there; it was obvious for the whole world to see. Letting him into your apartment in a strangely stiff way, Seungmin instantly took over and guided you gently towards your dining table, pulling a chair for you to sit in before going to your freezer to get you some ice that he wrapped in a kitchen towel.

"Has he done this before?" he asked gently, holding the ice pack to your cheek, holding back the fury he felt when you hissed quietly in discomfort.

"No," you sniffled. "He's been stressed about his job, and his friends and then he got mad that I mentioned you."

Seungmin sighed. "That doesn't make it okay; you have to know that this is not alright."

"I know, Seungmin," you murmured, exhausted and now feeling the distinct sting of shame that you had let him see you in this state. "I will end it with him."

Seungmin looked satisfied with your words, but he stiffened when your phone rang and Minjun's name appeared on the screen. "You need to pack things for at least tonight; you should stay in my apartment until it is safe for you to be here."

You shook your head slowly. "I can't impose like that; I can't involve you more than you are."

Seungmin placed his hand over yours and squeezed it softly. "I am already involved, and I won't let him hurt you again." His voice was full of conviction, and you wanted to believe him so badly.

"What if he comes after you? I don't want you to get hurt because you are trying to help me." You sighed dejectedly, not moving your hand away from his.

"I can look after myself, and he doesn't know where I live, so..." Seungmin's voice trailed off as the corner of his lip quirked up. "It's also just for tonight until we can get you somewhere safe tomorrow."

You studied him for a long moment; his face was so full of sympathy and concern, and he had only ever been exceptionally kind and friendly to you. "Alright, Seungmin. But just tonight." You agreed cautiously.

Seungmin followed you to your room, helping you collect your essentials in a duffle bag which he carried to your front door while you picked up your phone and keys.

"I might not seem like it right now, but it will be okay. I promise," he said as you locked up your apartment. Seungmin guided you up the two flights of stairs to his floor, his hand hovering behind your lower back, only touching you when your movements faltered.

“He thinks you’re a bad person,” you admitted in the empty hallway as Seungmin walked beside you.

Seungmin’s expression didn’t change. “Do you?” Like it was the easiest question in the world.

You shook your head immediately. “No.”

Something shifted in his eyes at that, like that was exactly what he wanted you to say. “Then that’s what matters,” he said.

You studied him for a second, something warm settling in your chest despite everything. “Why are you so nice to me?” you asked quietly.

He paused to think just long enough to feel intentional. “Because you deserved someone who would always treat you well.”

Your breath caught slightly. There was something in the way Seungmin said it, something larger than the words themselves, but before you could question it, he stepped up to his door and unlocked it with a faint click. He gestured for you to step inside, so you did. Seungmin's apartment was larger than yours, but it was simple, functional, and somehow still felt like it belonged to him. He showed you around quickly before taking you to the guest room, placing your bag on the bed and turning to look at you again, taking his time to really take in how you looked.

"I'll find you some towels, but I think you need to get some rest," he kept his voice light, "we can talk about everything else a bit later."

You nodded; all the emotion and fear had left you drained, and now that you were somewhere Minjun couldn't find you, you suddenly felt incredibly tired.

"Thank you, Seungmin." You smiled softly before he turned to leave.

Outside the door, Seungmin lingered for a moment, listening to the faint sound of the zip on your bag and the rustle of clothing. Then his expression shifted; the softness that he had around you left, not entirely, but enough to reveal the focus underneath. Everything was exactly as he wanted it to be: your relationship with your shitty boyfriend was over, the fucker was paranoid, unstable, and had managed to fuck everything up on his own. Seungmin slipped his hands into his pockets, already turning toward his bedroom, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

You didn’t know how much time had passed when Seungmin knocked carefully on the bedroom door, waiting for you to allow him into the guest room of his own apartment. Your heart rate spiked; an instant wave of dread crashed over you until you remembered where you were.

"I thought we should order some food; you need a good meal to help start the healing process properly," Seungmin suggested, his voice intentionally softer than normal to keep you comfortable, his eyes concerned that your face had paled.

You blinked a few times before you answered. "That's probably a good idea; I can buy since you are letting me stay," you breathed out slowly in an attempt to calm yourself.

Seungmin huffed a small laugh. "That's not happening; you're my guest." He pulled his phone from his pocket and gestured for you to follow him out to the other room. "Do you have a preference? We can get whatever you want, except those terrible burgers from the place near the square that we went to; they were terrible and expensive."

You followed, listening to him as he slipped his hoodie off and hung it over the back of the chair, your eyes widening in awe as you saw his arms for the first time since you had met him. "How did I not ever notice you had tattoos?" you blurted, possibly a little too loudly for his smallish kitchen dining area.

Seungmin turned back to look at you, a lopsided grin on his face. "I offer you dinner, and you start checking me out? Scandalous." Your face flushed, and you spluttered before his laugh interrupted you. "I'm joking, it was a joke."

"We can just get pizza," you said quickly, covering your face, embarrassed. "It just surprised me that I never noticed before; that's all."

Seungmin's laugh continued, "I was teasing, I promise." You felt yourself relax, smiling back at him as he opened the app to order the pizza. "I'm thinking pepperoni, Italian sausage, maybe margarita?"

You sighed, smiling despite yourself. "Pick whatever; I eat all pizza, no pizza discrimination here."

Seungmin continued tapping at the screen as he walked to the fridge and opened it, grabbing two bottles of beer and guiding you towards the couch. "It's probably not super advisable, but I think you probably need at least one drink after the day you have had." He slid the bottle towards you on the coffee table, making sure you were on the opposite end to him, a suitable distance between you both.

"Do they have meanings?" You asked shyly looking at the black wolf on the inside of his left arm.

Seumgmin hummed sipping his drink and looking down at the artwork on his skin. "Some do..." His eyes shifted to look at you as you continued to map each one with your eyes.

You nodded "I like that one," you motioned to the black and red rose on his inner wrist.

"There are others that are still hidden, if you want to see those." He joked but still moved his arms to let you look further "Maybe one day I'll tell you about them." He grinned as your face flushed.

One beer turned into two before the pizza arrived, then turned into three, which made you relax into the soft couch cushions. Seungmin had kept talking to you as though the bruise on your cheek wasn't turning a cloudy mess of red and purple, as though it was just the two of you the way it had been when you had coffee or lunch. You found yourself smiling at him softly, the kindness of Seungmin compared to how you had been treated lately.

“You were staring again,” Seungmin teased, his voice lower than before. His cheeks held the faint flush from the alcohol, mouth curved in that half-smile he only wore when he was comfortable.

"So were you." You wet your lips, meeting his eyes.

The silence stretched between you for only a few moments, but it could have been an hour with the way the world seemed to fall away around you. A heartbeat later, his hand was on the back of your neck, pulling you into him. The kiss was impulsive yet soft, his lips gliding against yours, the faint taste of beer spiking as his tongue slipped between yours, intensity growing between you. You let him pull you into his lap, straddling his thighs and weaving your fingers into his hair; a low groan emanated from somewhere deep in his chest that made heat flood through you.

Seungmin's hands, which had been gripping your hips, loosened, moving to slide his hands under your shirt, pushing the fabric up until you allowed him to pull it over your head. "Fuck, how are you so beautiful?" he murmured against your skin while you dropped your top on the carpet.

"M'not," you mumbled against his lips, finding yourself grinding down against his lap.

"You are," He breathed, effortlessly picking you up and laying you back on the couch, pulling his shirt over his head so you finally got a good look at him. His tattooed forearms were only the beginning of the designs moving along his smooth skin all the way to his chest, which was emblazoned with a large compass with a crown that you could no longer focus on when his fingers began to tug your sweatpants down your legs.

"Seungmin, we..." Your words cut off as he settled himself between your thighs; his large hands sliding up and down your skin, making it feel like you were on fire. The look in his eyes did nothing to make you want to stop; the burning lust they held made you feel desired as no one had ever made you feel before, including Minjun. On his knees on the carpet between your now spread-open legs felt right, and you bit your tongue to stop it from betraying you.

He smiled slowly, looking more dangerous as he leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to your exposed clit "Need to make you forget him, need you to only think about me." He gave the sensitive pearl a soft kitten lick, which made you shudder. "Can you do that for me, princess?" Again, his tongue reached out, tasting you, but this time he licked you slowly from entrance to clit before he began to feast on your wet pussy.

"Seungmin", you gasped, your hand flying to his hair, tangling in the deep ebony locks "Seungmin".

You felt him smile against you as he began to work you faster, laving your clit in circles and figure eights until you started to writhe on the plush couch. He pulled away from you, ignoring the small whine that you didn't even realize had come from you. The lazy smirk and blown-out pupils that graced his beautiful face should have told you everything, but you were too dazed to notice.

"No, no, no, please", you begged as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

"Shhh, I got you", Seungmin whispered, smugly moving to hover over you before sheathing himself inside you with one smooth thrust. Making you throw your head back against the cushions.

"Fuck. Seungmin. Fuck" you cried, your walls clamping around him desperately as your orgasm washed over you.

"Good girl, now let me help you forget", he murmured, slowly rolling his hips against yours. The slow drag of his cock against your swollen walls felt like heaven, and when he hitched your right leg up around his waist to push himself deeper inside you, your whole world shattered.

"Seungmin, Seungmin, Seungmin" You breathed his name like a prayer as he fucked you into the couch, not slowing until a second orgasm washed over you, making your body twist and shake beneath him. You barely registered when he filled you with thick ropes of his seed, too dazed with pleasure to care that you had let him fuck you raw.

Seungmin pulled out of you carefully before he moved to pick you up, carrying you to his bed before laying you down with gentleness.

You woke slowly, blinking into the unfamiliar soft light filtering through Seungmin’s bedroom curtains. Your body ached in ways both pleasant and sore; the bruises on your cheek throbbed less now, dulled by sleep and the warmth of the blankets. For a moment, you lay still, unsure if you were allowed this feeling, safe, wanted, untouched by last night’s ghosts.

A slow, steady breath beside you reminded you you were not alone. Seungmin’s arm was draped across your waist, his hand splayed protectively over your stomach. His tattoos were a stark contrast to the pale linen, and for a minute all you could do was study the intricate lines winding around his wrist, the veins beneath his skin, the quiet strength of him. He stirred, blinking awake, and when his gaze found yours, there was that soft half-smile you were starting to crave.

“Morning,” he said, his voice low and rough with sleep.

You tried to smile, but it faltered as memories returned Minjun’s rage, the bruises, the way you’d been so desperate for kindness you’d let yourself fall into Seungmin’s arms. He saw it, of course. He shifted closer, pressing his lips gently to your forehead. “You’re safe here,” he murmured.

You nodded, swallowing back tears. “I know.”

The silence stretched, but it was comfortable, and when you finally sat up, Seungmin followed. He touched your cheek with careful fingers, inspecting the bruising with a frown. “You should eat,” he said softly. “And then…if you want, I’ll help you figure out what comes next.”

The bar was nearly empty, the air thick with stale smoke and anticipation. Minjun sat alone at a corner table, trying and failing to appear unbothered, his eyes glued to the door. When Seungmin entered, he moved with quiet certainty, his presence making the shadows seem to recoil. Unbuttoning his jacket to clearly display the Glock in the holster he was wearing, Seungmin slid into the seat across from Minjun, his gaze cold and unwavering. He set his phone down on the table, tapping the screen once, but didn’t look away.

“Let’s not waste time,” Seungmin started, his voice calm but edged with steel. “You took from Chan. Product, cash. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Minjun’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, paling noticeably. “I don’t know what you”

“Don’t insult me,” Seungmin interrupted, his tone chilling. “You think Chan didn’t notice? You think he wouldn’t put a price on your head?”

Minjun went silent, his bravado failing. Seungmin leaned in, lowering his voice so only Minjun could hear. “You crossed the wrong people. I’m not here to negotiate. You’re going to pay back every cent, and then some. If you don’t, you disappear.”

Beads of sweat formed on Minjun’s brow. He tried to hold Seungmin’s gaze but failed, shifting in his seat, hands trembling. “I just… I just need a little more time.”

Seungmin’s lips curled into a slight, humorless smile. “Time’s run out. You have until tomorrow night. After that, I stop being polite.”

Minjun’s face drained of color. He opened his mouth to protest, but Seungmin held up a hand.

“One more thing,” Seungmin said, his voice dropping even lower. “The woman you beat to show what a big deal you are.”

Confusion flickered across Minjun’s face, quickly replaced by dread as Seungmin’s meaning settled in.

“I know everything,” Seungmin continued, his eyes hard. “And you need to understand. She’s mine now, and I would kill you slowly if you so much as breathed in her vicinity.”

He stood, letting the full weight of his threat linger in the air. “Don’t test me, Minjun. This was your only warning.”

Seungmin turned and walked out, leaving Minjun hunched and shaking in the corner, the threat echoing louder than any shout.

You had completely gone back on your insistence that you would only stay a single night with Seungmin. He had made you feel so safe but also gave you the space to think, leaving only when he absolutely had to go to work and returning as soon as he was able. It had given you time to realize that your relationship with Minjun had died the moment he had laid his hands on you and that Seungmin was now your safety blanket, even though it was slightly insane to allow yourself to fall into something with him when you had been in a long-term relationship only days ago. Your thoughts were often interrupted when Seungmin returned home and proceeded to take you against every surface in the apartment, leaving a dull but wondrous ache in your body.

So when you finally managed to set foot in the bathroom, you took advantage, turned on the shower and let it run while you stripped off, slowly dropping your clothes in a pile on the floor. Steam fogged up the bathroom mirror, curling around the edges of the glass as water beat steadily on the tile. You stood beneath the spray, eyes closed, letting the warmth ease away the last aches of anxiety. Suddenly, the door opened, and Seungmin stepped in behind you, his chest pressed to your back, and wrapped his arms around you, hands splaying across your stomach. You could feel the strength in his hold, but he was gentle; his lips pressed softly to the side of your neck, lingering there, letting his breath mingle with the steam. His hands started to move, slow and careful, tracing the lines of your hips, up to your ribs, down again to your thighs.

You turned to face him, water streaming between you. He brushed a strand of wet hair from your cheek, searching your eyes. He kissed you, deeper now, his tongue sliding against yours with unhurried patience. The world narrowed to the heat between your bodies, the slickness of your skin, and the steady rush of water. Seungmin’s hand cupped your jaw, thumbs brushing over your cheeks as his lips devoured you. He backed you up against the cool tile, his hands never leaving your body, exploring every inch like he wanted to memorize you. He knelt, kissing a trail down your stomach, his mouth hot against your skin, before rising again, his eyes dark with want.

He lifted you gently, supporting your weight easily, while you wrapped your legs around his waist. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest as he easily pushed his cock inside you once more, your entrance still slick with his seed from last time. “Fuck, you are perfect.” He murmured, his voice husky. The rhythm he set was steady and deep; each drag of his heavy cock inside you elicited a gasp from your lips, his name sobbed into the steam as you rolled your hips to meet his.

Water beaded on his shoulders, his hair plastered to his forehead as he pressed his forehead to yours, murmuring soft, reverent words between kisses: how beautiful you are, how safe you are with him, how much he wants you. His hands cradled you, holding you close as the pleasure built, as the world faded into nothing but the heat of your bodies, the slick slide of skin, the water cascaded around you. When you reached the edge, both of you fell over it together, Seungmin shuddering against you, your arms tightening around his neck as you breathlessly tighten around him; his lips found yours in a desperate, grateful kiss. Afterwards, he didn’t let you go, turning so the water could wash over your bodies, his hands gentle as he smoothed your hair back, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your lips.

He whispered, “I’ve got you, my beautiful girl”, over and over, until your breathing returned to normal. Wrapped in his arms beneath the falling water, you felt safe, cherished, and whole again.

Seungmin let you have the bathroom to yourself, giving you time to clean up and get dressed in fresh clothes. You heard him moving around the apartment; the quiet clatter of dishes and the warm, comforting aroma of something cooking drifted through the air. When you emerged, hair damp and skin still tingling from his touch, you found a simple meal waiting for you—eggs, toast, and a mug of coffee already poured.

Seungmin glanced up from the stove, his expression softening at the sight of you. "Sit," he said gently, sliding the plate in front of you. He leaned against the counter, watching you take your first tentative bite. "You need to eat, especially after…" He trailed off, a teasing smile playing at his lips, the memory of your time together lingering in his gaze.

You ate in comfortable silence, Seungmin moving around the kitchen, tidying up and making sure you had everything you needed. When you finished, he took your plate, rinsing it before letting you get comfortable with a book in the lounge, giving you some space to rest.

Seungmin returned, his keys jingling in his hand, his expression gentle but serious as he glanced at you curled up on his couch. "I have to go meet someone," he said quietly, crouching down in front of you so you were eye to eye. "It shouldn't take long, but I need you to stay here, alright? Lock the door, don't answer for anyone but me."

You nodded, setting your book aside. "I'll be fine. Just text when you get there?"

His lips curled into that soft smile you were learning to trust. "Of course. And you’re safe here. No one knows you’re with me, and I promise I’ll be back soon."

There was a pause. Seungmin studied your face, fingers reaching to brush a stray hair from your cheek. "If you need anything, call me."

You nodded again, and before he stood, he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your lips—slow and reassuring, a silent promise. His thumb lingered on your jaw as he pulled away, gaze steady. "I’ll come back to you. I always will."

He squeezed your hand once, then stood, grabbed his jacket, and headed for the door. You listened as the lock clicked, the apartment settling into quiet. For the first time in days, you felt safe enough to close your eyes and breathe.

Minjun’s hands shook as he counted out the money in the paper bag, knuckles white and jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. The dingy warehouse smelled of rust, spilt oil, and fear. Seungmin stood by the abandoned office window in the jaundiced streetlight glow, his expression unreadable.

“It’s all there,” Minjun said, his voice rough. He slid the bag across the table, every movement heavy with dread. “Every cent Chan asked for.”

Seungmin didn’t move at first. He let the silence stretch until it hurt, then stepped forward, picking up the bag and flipping through it with quick, practised hands. He nodded once, satisfied. “You did the smart thing.”

Minjun exhaled sharply, relief and terror mingling in his eyes. “So we’re done now?”

Seungmin’s lips twitched into something like a smile, but colder. “For Chan, yes.”

A beat. The sound of traffic outside. Minjun took a step back, but Seungmin closed the distance in an instant.

“But for me?” Seungmin’s voice dropped to a whisper as he drew the pistol from inside his jacket, silencer already attached. “We’re not done.”

Minjun’s eyes went wide. “Wait, no! Please! I did what you asked…”

“You hurt her,” Seungmin interrupted, his voice flat and merciless. “You put your hands on what’s mine.” Minjun stumbled back, pleading, but Seungmin didn’t give him a chance. The shot was barely more than a whisper; Minjun’s body jerked, then collapsed in a heap.

Seungmin crouched beside him, eyes cold. “This is for her. For every bruise you left. You never get to touch her or anyone else again.” He stood, wiped the gun clean, and left the bag of money on the table. When he stepped out into the night, it was as if Minjun had never existed at all.

The next night, Seungmin walked into Chan's office, the bag of money in his hand. The room was thick with smoke and tension, Chan behind his desk with Felix and Han on either side. Seungmin dropped the bag on the desk with a dull thud, meeting Chan's eyes without flinching.

"It's all there," Seungmin said. "Every cent he stole plus the interest."

Chan unzipped the bag, thumbing through the cash with a practised eye. He nodded, satisfied, then leaned back in his chair. "You handled it fast. Did Minjun get the message?"

Seungmin's expression didn't change. "He won't be a problem again."

Chan studied him for a beat, understanding flickering in his eyes. "That so?"

"He's dead," Seungmin said flatly. "He crossed too many lines."

A moment of silence passed. Chan let out a low exhale, almost a laugh. "Harsh."

Seungmin just shrugged. "He laid hands on someone who he shouldn't have. That's not something I let slide."

Chan gave a slow, approving nod, then gestured at the second photo still on his desk the one of you, smiling in the sun. "That so? The girl?"

Seungmin's gaze hardened protectively. "She's mine. No one will ever touch her again."

A flicker of something approval, maybe even respect crossed Chan's face. "Good. Just make sure she doesn't become a problem."

Seungmin's jaw tightened with a hint of warning. "She won't. As long as no one else tries to use her against me."

Chan grinned, waving him off. "Get some rest, Seung. You earned it."

Seungmin nodded, already halfway out the door, the ghost of a smile on his lips. The job was done. And this time, he made sure it was finished on his terms.

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𝒷uying yourself a collar as a joke but boyfie!seung gets super into it 💭 :: light pet play spit play degradation light choking blowjob dom!seung

"are you serious?"

"what?" you ask, giving him the most innocent face you can.

seungmin's got a look on his face. you know that look—it's the one he gives you when he's mentally running through the pros and cons of dating you.

"is that a collar? like, actually?" he squints at you, or rather, the little bell in the center. you flick the metal, making it jingle.

giggling, you roll your eyes. you shift on the mattress below you, trying to gauge his reaction. you... actually can't tell what he's thinking. "well, duh. do you like it? isn't it pretty?"

considering the amount of time you spent picking it out, you'll put him on a sex ban if he doesn't agree. it's pink, decorated with lace, and it even matches the lingerie set you're wearing; it's his favorite.

seungmin clears his throat, pulling his eyes away. it seems like he's trying to look anywhere but at you. "no. yes. yeah—it's cute. or whatever."

you pout, glossy lips jutting out. "oh. so you don't like it?"

his head snaps back towards you, and he looks greatly alarmed. "what? i didn't say that. don't make shit up." you scoot closer to the edge of the bed, watching him swallow from his spot in the doorway.

"okay," you hum, dragging the syllables out. your eyes rake over his figure, stopping at the rather obvious bulge in his pants. "y'know what else is up—"

"shut up," he mutters, narrowing his eyebrows at you. with his arms crossed, seungmin clicks his tongue. "you're always fucking with me, aren't you?" he crosses the short space between you two, and your breath hitches.

standing directly above, he looks down at you, shaking his head. "is everything a joke to you?" he asks, but he's clearly not expecting an answer with the way he grabs your face with his hand, slowly dragging it down to your neck, where his thumb presses down against the base.

a whimper slips past your lips. "seung—"

"that's enough, pup. you're gonna stay quiet now, yeah?" he's quiet for a moment, like he's thinking. then: "open," seungmin tells you, his gaze fixed on your lips. you do as he says, sticking your tongue out slightly.

he spits sharply in your mouth, and on instict, you swallow, a soft moan slipping past your lips. seungmin chuckles, clearly amused. "so... you can be a good girl. you just choose to be a tease instead, huh?"

that must be rhetorical, too, because he's already moving on. your boyfriend just points towards the floor, shaking his head. "get on your knees."

you slid off the bed, knees hitting the carpeted floor with a soft thud. you know what he wants, and you know that he's not interested in waiting. breath hitching, you unbutton his pants, hooking your fingers under the waistband and releasing him from the constraints.

he's heavy and hard, tip leaking. you lick up a bead of precum, before opening your mouth to take as much of him as you can. you gag on his length, tears pricking your eyes, as you hollow your cheeks out to suck.

"fuck—you look so pretty like this. choking on my cock like a dumb puppy," seungmin groans, his hands moving to collect your hair in a makeshift ponytail.

his tip bumps the back of your throat, and you whine, squeezing your eyes shut. "this what you wanted?" he asks, thrusting slightly. you hum in a half-response, and the vibration makes his hips stutter.

yeah. this was exactly what you wanted.

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Hiiiii love I saw that you wanted requests…

The other day I was thinking about car sex with Seungmin… 😳

You’re both so desperate and needy that you don’t even make it to the backseat. And yeah… that’s as far as I got but it seems so delicious~~~

Desperate

Seungmin x F!Reader

Hello my little deviant slut, I absolutely LOVE this. Love a good car sex smut. I hope I did your request justice. (If you couldn’t tell by this point, I love rainy scenes)

This is a short and quick one. Enjoy the panty soaking, thigh clenching smut. And as per usual: Eat a snack, drink some water, put a towel down, and get ready to read ;)

Content warning: fingering, edging, cock warming (light), degradation, dom! Seungmin, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks!!), nipple play (light), semi-public sex.

word count: 900~

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The rain was pouring down hard outside, but you hardly noticed anymore. Seungmin had barely put the car in park in the back corner of the lot before you were both losing it. Dinner had been pure torture—his hand creeping up your thigh under the table, you whispering filthy things in his ear every time the waiter walked away. By the time you got to the car, you were both throbbing and stupid with it.

“Fuck, get over here right now,” Seungmin hissed, yanking at your arm as soon as the engine died. You didn’t even bother climbing properly into the backseat. You just scrambled over the console, knees banging into everything, dress riding up around your hips as you dropped into his lap.

Your mouths slammed together instantly, messy and desperate. Tongues pushing, teeth clashing, spit slicking your chins. You were grinding down on him like you’d die if you didn’t get friction, and he was already rock hard under you, straining against his slacks.

“Been so fucking hard the whole night,” he groaned into your mouth, hands shoving your dress higher, gripping your ass hard enough to hurt. “You kept teasing me like a little slut. Couldn’t stop thinking about this pussy.”

You whimpered, rocking faster, feeling your soaked panties drag over his bulge. His fingers dug into your thighs, spreading you wider over him. One hand slipped between your legs, shoving your panties aside roughly. He didn’t tease—he pushed two fingers straight into you, deep and fast, curling them right away.

“Shit—you’re dripping everywhere,” he growled, pumping them in and out quick, the wet squelch loud in the car. You moaned loud, grinding down on his hand, chasing it. Your hips were moving on their own, fucking yourself on his fingers while your hands fumbled with his belt, yanking it open and pulling his cock out.

He was so hard it looked painful, thick and flushed, precum already leaking down the side. You wrapped your hand around him and stroked fast, thumb rubbing over the head, and Seungmin’s head fell back against the seat with a broken sound.

“Fuck—don’t stop,” he panted, adding a third finger inside you, stretching you open. His thumb found your clit and rubbed messy circles, making your legs shake. You were both breathing hard, fogging up the windows fast, the car feeling way too small for how badly you needed each other.

You couldn’t wait anymore. “Seungmin, please—I need it,” you begged, lifting up on your knees. He pulled his fingers out, slick and shiny, and lined his cock up with your entrance. You sank down slowly at first, gasping at the stretch, but the second he bottomed out you both lost control.

“God, so tight—fuck,” he groaned, gripping your hips bruisingly tight. You started riding him hard, bouncing on his cock with desperate little cries every time he hit deep. The car was rocking with it, your knees slamming into the door and console, but neither of you cared. It just made everything feel filthier.

Seungmin thrust up to meet you, hips snapping, burying himself as deep as he could. Sweat was already sticking your hair to your neck. His hands were everywhere—squeezing your ass, pulling your dress down to expose your tits so he could latch onto a nipple, sucking hard while you kept bouncing.

“Slow down—fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep going like that,” he gasped, but his hips said the opposite, driving up into you faster. You didn’t slow down. You rode him sloppier, grinding your clit against his pelvis every time you dropped down, moaning his name like it was the only word you knew.

He suddenly grabbed your hips and held you still, buried to the hilt, stopping you from moving. You whined, trying to roll your hips, but he was stronger, keeping you pinned.

“Not yet,” he breathed against your neck, biting down. “Want to feel you squeeze around me like this for a while.” He rocked up in tiny, shallow thrusts, just enough to keep you aching but not enough to push you over. His thumb went back to your clit, rubbing slow and mean while he stayed deep inside you.

You were shaking, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. “Seungmin—please, I need to cum, I’m so close—”

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock like a desperate little thing?” His voice was wrecked, breath hot against your skin. He finally let you move again and you immediately started bouncing harder, faster, chasing it desperately. The wet slap of skin filled the car, your moans mixing with his grunts.

He started rubbing your clit faster, matching the rhythm of your hips. You could feel it building, that tight coil in your stomach getting ready to snap.

“Come on, baby, let go,” he panted, thrusting up hard. “Want to feel this pussy milking me when you cum.”

It hit you hard. You cried out, thighs quivering as you clenched around his cock, orgasm ripping through you in waves. Seungmin fucked you through it, hips stuttering, groaning loud as he finally let himself go. He came deep inside you, hot and thick, hips jerking up while he held you down on him.

You both stayed like that for a minute, panting, sweaty, his cock still twitching inside you. Your forehead was pressed to his, both of you trying to catch your breath.

But Seungmin wasn’t done. He kissed you slow and dirty, then smirked against your lips.

“Backseat,” he said, voice hoarse. “Now. I’m still hard and I need to fuck you properly before we go home.”

You shivered, already feeling yourself get wetter around him again at the thought.

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Brothers Best Friend Energy (Seungmin Edition)

Seungmin x Hyunjin’s sister!reader

Summary: One crush, one protective brother, and way too many group chats.

ss: 8

Others: Bang Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Jeongin

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