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WHERE ARE YOU!! PLEASE COME BACK

I'M SO SORRY >.< My health has been terrible and then my mental health went down hill. I HAVE been working on my fics just not as much as I should have been :( I'll be back soon, I promise xx

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guys, not gonna lie, this K fic is going to take a lot longer than anticipated

it is going to be posted, i just don't know when (once i'm happy with it but you know, that's not a timeline or a date)

like i've said previously, i will post other things while i'm working on it and since i'm feeling well again i can actually work on things, so i hope you can be patient with me and enjoy my other works <3

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hey i just read the teaser for that k fanfic and im so sat 🦅 i was wondering if u were taking any request? maybe one for nico or yuma specifically like bad boy/stoner adjacent??? i trust ur judgment 😚😚 love uuuu 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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intrigued and indulged - nicholas wang

pairing: badboy!nicholas x afab!reader genre: college!au, strangers to lovers, downbad!nicholas, smut (mdni) synopsis: you knew of him and his reputation, your friends always sharing the new gossip surrounding the campus bad boy. he had no idea who you were, not until you caught his attention at a party and changed his world. warnings: explicit sexual content, mentions of drugs, alcohol consumption, p in v, unprotected sex (dont), oral (f recieving), pussy drunk nicholas, pantie sniffing, creampie, possessiveness disclaimers: a bit of a slow start... purely fictional!! all parties are consenting!! not proofread!! mentions of other idols as side characters - purely fictional personalities !(jungwon from enhypen, sakura from le sserafim, &team members) word count: 8.8k requested? yes

"I heard that he can't even use the bathroom in his dorm because it's full of plants!" Jungwon whispered to you and Sakura as you sat at your usual spot in the campus cafe.

"Well, that's just impractical." Sakura scoffed, rolling her eyes at the new gossip Jungwon was feeding you both. Your eyes flicked between the two of them as you held your coffee to your lips.

"I don't think a drug dealer cares about things like that," Jungwon replied before taking a sip of his own drink.

"I'd disagree." You finally spoke, contributing to the conversation, "Practicality would be extremely important. Making sure you are making enough product for your client base without ruining the quality, while also making sure you don't get caught. Plus numerous other things."

Sakura and Jungwon stared at you, Jungwon choking on his drink as he tried not to laugh before speaking, "Y/N, are you secretly a drug dealer?"

"Yeah, what the hell!" Sakura interjected, "You never engage in our conversations about Nicholas, but the mention of how drug dealers operate makes you contribute?"

You shrugged, putting your coffee down on the table, "It was the only part of the conversation that interested me. Hearing about Nicholas all the time is boring."

"You didn't deny being a drug dealer!" Jungwon gasped, pointing at you dramatically.

"Jungwon, we spend almost every waking moment together, we live together. I think you would know if I were a drug dealer." You laughed, shaking your head at the younger boy.

"I don't know what you do when I'm asleep." He mumbled, sending you a sideways glance as he took another sip of his drink.

"Y/N's way too tame to be a drug dealer, Wonnie." Sakura stated matter-of-factly. "She doesn't even come to campus parties! She'd need to be there if she wanted to make bank as a dealer."

"I just don't see the point in going." You sighed, looking between your friends. "I drink with you guys, don't I?"

"Yeah! And you're so much fun when we drink together!" Jungwon exclaimed, drink landing on the table louder than intended. "Imagine how many more friends you would have, how much bigger a social life, if others got to see you like that?"

"Okay, firstly, I'm content with the number of friends I have, and the state of my social life." You sent Jungown a slight glare before continuing, "Secondly, I'm comfortable around you guys, you're my best friends, of course I'm going to be fun around you two."

"She has a point," Sakura began, drink still in her hands, "We see the sides of her that no one else sees, drunk or not. I still remember when Euijoo was your project partner, and he asked me if you hated him because of how short you were with him." Sakura laughed at the memory from two years ago, when college was still fresh and exciting.

"Hey, Euijoo and I are close now." You pouted, not wanting to remember how badly you felt for making him feel that way. You never intend to make anyone feel uncomfortable or to come off as disliking them, but it was hard for you to be comfortable around new people.

Being partnered with Euijoo at the beginning of college was a blessing in disguise. He was so kind to you, so patient, never crossing any boundaries; you couldn't help but soften up around him. It helped prepare you for other collaborative projects throughout your studies. Thanks to Euijoo, you learned how to be approachable, communicate better, but still keep the distance you wanted between other classmates. Except for him, of course.

Euijoo wasn't one of your best friends, but he was definitely closer to you than most other people. It was hard to not like him with his gentle personality, and after your project together, you ended up staying in touch. You honestly believe that if it wasn't for the fact that he was extremely popular, you would have hung out more and ultimately been as close to him as you are to the two in front of you.

"Speaking of Euijoo," Jungwon broke you out of your thoughts with his energetic voice, "I still can't get over the fact he's friends with Nicholas."

"He's friends with everybody," Sakura stated, staring at Jungwon like he should already know this.

"Yeah, but he's best friends with Nicholas. It's just such an odd match."

Before you could add to the conversation, you felt a presence behind you coming closer. A hand landed on your shoulder lightly, followed by a calm voice, "I heard my name, so I decided to come over."

You turned around to see Euijoo smiling at you all, slipping into the seat beside you before continuing. "Don't worry, everyone is always shocked that Nicholas and I are so close."

You sighed, shaking your head at your two gossiping friends, before sending Euijoo an apologetic glance. He just smiled at you, completely unbothered by the fact that he had been the centre of your conversation for a moment.

A laugh escaped his lips as he saw the grimace on both Jungwon and Sakura's faces due to being caught gossiping by the person themselves. Mumbled sorrys escaped their lips as they avoided eye contact with Euijoo, who shook his head before speaking again. "There's no need to apologise for being curious. You weren't saying anything bad."

Jungwon's mood immediately perked up, his filter completely gone again as he asked, "So why are you guys so close?"

"I mean, there's not much to it. We met as teenagers and just meshed well together. I'd say we really value each other." Euijoo replied with a smile, voice still as calm as ever, before he turned to you and changed the topic. "Y/N, I wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead."

Euijoo took a breath in before his words came out at an uncommon speed. "Hear me out, okay? It's my birthday on the weekend, and some of my close friends are throwing a party for me. I know you don't go to parties, but I really want you there. Will you come?"

For a moment, you just stared at the boy next to you, shocked at the speed he just spoke. His eyes were hopeful, looking into yours, pleading with you to agree. You sighed to yourself, not wanting to let down the friend who had never let you down before.

"Is it going to be a big party?" You asked, holding his gaze to look for any hints of dishonesty. The two friends across from you, holding their breaths in hopes you would agree to your first college party.

"No, I asked them to keep it quite small, no more than 20 people." He spoke with no hesitation, no notions of any dishonesty.

"Okay, I'll go." You nodded, a small hint of anxiety already setting in. Jungwon and Sakura had to hold themselves back from screaming with joy.

Euijoo's smile reached his eyes at your response, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips. "Thank you!" He exclaimed, seeming happier than you would have expected. He turned to Jungwon and Sakura, extending the invite to them before he had to leave.

Your two best friends just stared at you, a million questions running through their minds. You groaned before breaking the silence, "Go ahead. Ask me all your questions."

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It was the night of Euijoos' birthday, and you were getting ready at your shared apartment with Jungwon. Sakura had arrived already dolled up for the night, now sitting on your bed with Jungwon as you finished getting ready.

"Y/N, are you sure you don't have a crush on Euijoo?" Jungwon asked as he peered up from his phone at you.

You looked at him from the reflection of the mirror, a furrow in your brows. "No, Jungwon, for the 17th time, I don't have a crush on Euijoo. He's just a good friend, and it's his birthday. Plus, he said it was going to be a small party."

"You don't come to the parties I invite you to." He pouted, still staring at you over your phone.

Sakura gave him a light smack on the arm before interjecting. "You invite her to the biggest parties on campus, of course she isn't going to go! Anyway, you should be focusing on the fact that we finally get to party with our girl."

Jungwon and Sakura bickered behind you as you added the final touches to your hair and makeup. You wore your hair out and makeup not too heavy, but done in a way to complement your features. You walked over to your wardrobe to change into your outfit. You pulled on some baggy black jeans that had rips throughout them, a bulky black and silver belt to hold them in place. For your top, a simple black crop that accentuated your figure nicely, and a bulky necklace to go with your belt. You threw on some chunky boots to finish off your look before walking back out to your friends.

They looked you up and down before both giving you a thumbs up, Jungwon the first to speak. "I always forget just how cool you dress when you put the effort in."

"I don't know if that's a compliment or not." You replied, brows furrowed once again because of the younger boy.

"It is! Like you always look cool, but you look extra cool right now... and hot." He sent you a dramatic wink, causing your face to flush as you laughed at him; you weren't good at accepting compliments.

"Enough chit-chat. Let's take some mandatory photos and then head to the party!" Sakura exclaimed, jumping off the bed with excitement.

You got in your Uber after 30 minutes of Sakura's phototime, not being able to leave until she was happy with her photos, the group photos, and your guys' individual photos. You arrived at the address Euijoo had given you, which he explained was his friend's share house, roughly 45 minutes after the given start time.

As you stepped out of the Uber, Sakura grabbed your hand and dragged you into a little huddle with Jungwon. "Y/N, if you feel uncomfortable, if you get too drunk, if you feel unsafe, anything, you let us know and we leave, okay? Just communicate with us as much as possible so you can enjoy your first college party, okay, babe?"

You nodded, sending your friends a smile at their protectiveness over you. Jungwon had grabbed your other hand during the little speech, both him and Sakura giving you a squeeze before you all walked up to the front door.

You took a deep breath in as Sakura's hand reached for the doorknob, pushing the door open with no hesitation. Your eyes stayed locked on the ground as you walked in behind Jungwon, your eyes immediately being filled with the loud bass of the music. You felt Jungwon grab your hand again as your eyes finally lifted off the floor; this was not a small party.

Your eyes were met with a sea of people moving around each other, engaging in conversation, spilling drinks, grinding on each other, and having no concept of personal space. You gulped as Jungwon sent you a confident look and a nod, before pulling you with him through the crowd. Before you realised it, you were outside in the garden, fresh air hitting your skin.

"You good?" Jungwon asked, turning to face you. The garden was still occupied by a large number of people, but it was less intense than the inside of the house. You exhaled a breath you didn't realise you were holding as you nodded, before turning your attention to Sakura, who was standing ahead of you and Jungwon, and looking around the garden. Before you could ask what she was doing, she told the two of you to follow her and walked to the back of the garden.

As she came to a stop, you realised she had led you to where Euijoo was, who immediately approached you as you came to a stop. "Y/N!" He exclaimed, stopping in front of you and examining your face. The smile dropped on his face as he realised you weren't feeling comfortable. "I'm really sorry about this. I swear I told them to keep it small." He spoke with an apologetic tone and a soft look in his eye.

You shook your head, knowing it wasn't his fault for the size of the party, nor your reaction to it. "It's okay, Euijoo. I'll be okay."

He gave you another smile before giving his attention to not only you but the two friends standing next to you as well. "I don't really like big crowds either, so we set up a corner outside with tables, chairs, and a tub full of ice for drinks. If you guys feel comfortable, you're more than welcome to stay with us out here."

"If that's okay with you, I'd love that." You responded before turning to Sakura and Jungwon, "How about you guys?"

"We're with you! Plus, I can see Yuma and Jo, who I already know, so I'll be fine." Jungwon smiled before glancing over to Sakura for her answer.

"I'm fine in any situation, you know that."

Euijoo smiled at you all before walking you over to the area he mentioned. He introduced you to K, Fuma, Taki, and Harua first - they were the ones whose house the party was at. K and Fuma immediately offered their seats on the couch to you and Sakura and wouldn't take no for an answer, refusing to sit back down even as you went off to meet the rest of the group. Then Euijoo introduced you to Yuma, Jo, and Maki who were hanging off of Jungwon as soon as they saw him walk over. Yuma explained that the four of them were always at parties together, and tonight would be no different.

You waved Jungwon off as he questioned if you wanted him to stay with you, walking over to the couch K and Fuma had offered earlier with Euijoo and Sakura. You sat down in the middle with the two of them on either side of you, not expecting the four boys you were introduced to first to drag plastic chairs closer so they could talk with you.

"So, Y/N, how come I've never seen you before?" Questioned K, a curious smile on his face.

"Oh, um... I don't go to parties." You replied with a shy smile, not holding eye contact, finding your hands in your lap more pleasing to look at. K nodded, not pushing the subject further as he sensed your uneasiness around the unfamiliar group.

As time went by, you became more relaxed around Euijoo's friends. Engaging in back-and-forth conversation easily, laughing, and exchanging your most embarrassing moments from the start of college. You always had a drink in your hand, as one of the boys would hand you a new one almost immediately after you finished what was in your hand.

You never thought you would feel so comfortable at a party, but the mix of the alcohol and the kind boys around you made for the perfect situation. Even as Euijoo came back and forth, even as Sakura got up to flirt with the guy who caught her eye, you felt fine.

Right now, you were talking with Euijoo, Fuma and K, all still in the same spots you started in, when you felt the empty spot next to you sink down.

"Nicholas! Finally!" K exclaimed, reaching over to slap the new body next to you on the thigh. You looked over, the name not registering in your brain until you saw him.

"Hey guys, did ya miss me?" He replied, a smirk on his lips. A chorus of dramatic and sarcastic replies followed, a laugh falling from his lips at the response.

You didn't even realise you were staring until the boy's sharp eyes locked with yours, a confident smirk spread across his face as he spoke. "And who are you, pretty?"

Before you could even muster up a response, Euijoo was replying for you. "This is Y/N. Friend of mine, so don't overstep Nicholas."

Nicholas nodded, eyeing you up and down briefly before extending his hand, "Nice to meet you, Y/N."

You shook his hand quickly, offering a small nod, before you tore your eyes away from him and found entertainment with your lap again. He was gorgeous, and yes, you knew this already, but seeing him this close? It was ridiculous. However, as much as you admired his looks, you weren't the type to get caught up in that. You shook your head, getting rid of the fleeting feelings that made you freeze up in his presence, and rejoined the conversation.

Next to you, Nicholas leaned back on the couch, sending Euijoo a questioning look. He had never seen you before, never heard of you, and that intrigued him. He thought he knew everyone on campus; he made it his job to know everyone on campus, so how did you escape him?

Euijoo motioned his head towards the house, signaling for Nicholas to follow him. They walked inside, heading to the kitchen before finding a corner that had the most privacy.

"Why don't I know her? Is she new to campus? Is she not from campus?" Nicholas began immediately, questions flying out of his mouth.

"She's from campus. She just doesn't do the whole party thing." Euijoo replied, a calm expression on his face as he continued. "She just started feeling comfortable here, so please don't ruin it."

Nicholas scoffed, rolling his eyes at his best friend. "And how would I do that?"

Euijoo stared at Nicholas like he shouldn't have to answer that question, to which Nicholas just stared back, waiting for a response. Euijoo sighed before answering him, "Oh, you know, the usual. Flirt the entire night, then do nothing."

"Okay, I get you, but that's arguably better than fucking everyone I flirt with," Nicholas argued, hands up in defence, "It's not my fault most of the girls at these parties want my attention."

"Look, I get you could be doing worse, I get that you flirt for fun. I'm just asking you not to do that with Y/N. She's a good friend, not just some random girl you won't encounter outside of a party."

Nicholas tilted his head, a playful smirk on his face, "I haven't encountered her until now, have I?" Euijoo glared at him in response, not finding his comment funny in the slightest. "I'm joking, I'm joking. I hear you, I'll be good. But I can still make conversation, right?"

Euijoo nodded, walking over to the fridge to grab more drinks for the tub outside. Nicholas helped him, reaching for more of the drink he saw in your hand earlier, as well as his favourite drink.

Arriving back at the area where his friends were, he couldn't help but watch you as you spoke with K and Fuma, along with Yuma, Jo, Maki, and Jungwon, who had joined you while he was gone. He watched the way your eyes flickered between everyone talking, the slight smile on your face, and the way your face scrunched up as you laughed.

He walked back over to the couch, standing in front of Yuma, who had taken his place on the couch. "Yuma, can I have my spot back?"

Yuma just looked up at him, brow lifted in curiosity at his request. But before he could respond, tease Nicholas, possibly embarrass him for the first time ever, Maki was dragging him out of the couch and over to the newly set up beer pong table, along with Jo and Jungwon.

Nicholas saw you pout at their departure, a small smirk appearing on his face, "Sorry, did you want them to stay?"

You tilted your head at his question, "I don't think it was your presence that caused Maki to drag them all to the beer pong table."

Nicholas chuckled in response, leaning back against the couch, arm thrown over the back of it behind you. His eyes stayed locked on your face as he responded, "Damn, I was hoping I scared them off."

"Why would you want that?"

Nicholas raised his eyebrow at you, "Maybe so I can live up to my reputation?"

You scoffed in response, completely aware of the rumours that followed his name. The serial flirt, the drug dealer, the fighter, the bad boy, the guy to stay away from if you didn't want trouble. It baffled you that he wanted to live up to the baseless rumours that were attached to him.

You turned to him, curiosity now filling your body. You wanted to know if the rumours were true, if he really was someone you should avoid, and for the first time since you heard his name, you weren't bored.

"You really want to be associated with all those rumours?" You questioned, eyes locked on his. Nicholas' eyes sparkled, excitement filling his body at your reaction to him. You weren't intimidated by him, by his reputation, you didn't flirt, didn't try to put moves on him. You questioned him, you held his gaze, and you didn't back down.

"Why not? It's not like I can stop people talking." He leaned forward slightly, using the armrest to his advantage. He leaned his head in his hand, but never broke eye contact with you. "People know I sell weed, it's not like I try and hide it. I can't hide it if I want to make money, it comes with the job. But so does a reputation."

"I get that, but I wouldn't want lies being spread about me."

"Who says any of the rumours are lies?" He tries to push you, seeing if you'll back down, if you'll get scared, but you just roll your eyes; it sends a spark of electricity through his body. He lets out another small laugh at your response to him before speaking again. "I don't care what these people think of me, they aren't important to me."

You sit with his words for a brief moment before questioning him again, "So you care what some people think? The important people?"

He looks at you for a moment, wondering if he should respond honestly or be dismissive, but that lingering feeling of curiosity decides for him; honesty. "The people who are important in my life know me well enough that I don't need to bother with the gossip."

You smile, getting the answer you wanted, the small evidence that he isn't like the rumours say. He notices your smile and can't stop the smirk forming on his face. He leans forward until his face is in front of yours, slightly invading your personal space, "Why ya smiling?"

Before you realise it, you're talking more than you ever have to someone you just met. "It's just funny to me. I've heard so much gossip surrounding you, and honestly, I never cared, never understood everyone's fascination with you. Quite frankly, I found it boring, found the idea of you boring. But now I, someone so insignificant in your life, also knows you aren't like the rumours say... and that makes you so much more entertaining."

Nicholas can't help but burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he tries to calm down. "No one has ever said I'm boring before," he spoke between breaths, "No one has ever been so upfront with me. You're interesting, Y/N."

You laugh with him, unable to stop yourself, as the sound of his laugh is intoxicating. You watch the way his face scrunches up, the way he loses himself in the moment, and for a moment you think you might like to see this more often.

He calms down eventually, eyes back on you as you bring your drink to your mouth. Without a second thought, he pulls out his phone, passing it to you with a new contact screen open. "Put your number in."

You raise a brow at him, "Not when you say it like that."

He rolls his eyes, an exaggerated groan leaving his lips, "Can you please put your number in my phone?"

"Why?"

"Do you really have to make it this hard?" He groans again, looking at the amusement on your face. You don't respond, just keep staring at him. "You're actually going to make me tell you why?"

You nod, amused by his reactions and the sheer fact that he asked for your number. "Yes, Nicholas, I am. Tell me why I should give my number to the guy known as a serial flirt."

He shakes his head at you, but there's a smile tugging at his lips. "I want to get to know you better, Y/N. In a purely innocent, non-flirtatious way, I promise."

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It had been two weeks since Euijoos' birthday. Two weeks since you got a glimpse at the real Nicholas, the most gossiped-about person on campus. Two weeks since he started messaging you daily, even if you didn't respond. Two weeks since your small, unacknowledged crush began.

Now you were about to leave your apartment to see him, to spend time with the boy who brought unexpected excitement into your life. But not before Jungwon expressed his shock for the millionth time at your newfound connection.

"I just don't get it." He exclaims from your bed, "You guys are so different. He goes to every campus party, he knows everyone, and he's a literal bad boy. And you? You're the homebody that no one recognises, the quiet student who couldn't care less about campus life."

"I know you don't get it, Jungwon. You haven't stopped telling me about your shock since Euijoo's birthday."

Jungwon sighs at your response, dramatically falling back onto the bed. "You literally never make new friends. Why is he different?"

"I'm just intrigued." You respond, sitting on the edge of the bed, to look at your best friend. "I want to see just how false the rumours are."

Jungwon shakes his head, like he can't understand your logic. But before you can think about replying, your phone buzzes with a message from Nicholas, telling you he's outside.

You say goodbye to Jungwon before making your way outside of your apartment building. When you finally step foot out of the building, the night air sends a slight shiver down your spine. You notice a running car parked on the other side of the road, the window winding down to reveal Nicholas in the driver's seat.

You walk over and get into his car, sighing in content at the warmth that envelops you. Nicholas' attention is on you, watching your every move - the way you push some hair behind your ear before you reach for the seatbelt, the way you smile when you finally make eye contact with him. He feels the same spark of electricity as he did at Euijoos' birthday, and he finally realises: he's fucked.

"So where are we going?" You ask, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Lookout?" He asks questioningly, like he wants your approval first.

"Sounds good." You nod, a slight smile on your face.

Nicholas puts his car in drive and pulls onto the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other sitting in his lap. He glances at you a few times, not being able to keep his full attention on the road. He thinks you don't notice him until a giggle falls from your lips.

"Why do you keep looking at me?"

"Just making sure you're okay, comfortable." He nods as he speaks, like he's trying to convince both himself and you. He sees you shake your head slightly from the corner of his eye, the smile never leaving your lips - it causes a smirk to form on his face. "Why do you look so happy?"

You turn to look at him, noticing the small smirk on his face - it causes your chest to flutter slightly. "I'm just looking forward to getting to know you better."

"Careful Y/N, I might think you're flirting with me." He laughs, eyes flicking to you briefly before continuing, "And I said this is strictly platonic."

Nicholas pulls the car over to the lookout's car bays, putting the car in park before turning to you. "Do you want to stay in the car, or get out for a bit?"

"Let's enjoy the view." You respond, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car. Nicholas follows closely behind you, hands in his pockets as he waits for you to pick a spot.

You lean against the railing of the lookout, taking in the view of your city that looks ridiculously small right now. Nicholas takes his place beside you, copying your posture as he lets out a content sigh.

"I've actually been looking forward to this." He speaks into the air, eyes still focused on the view.

You raise an eyebrow at him before responding, "Really?"

"Yeah," he breathes, turning his head to look at you. "To hang out with someone who will actually hold a conversation with me."

"Your buyers not very good conversationalists?" You query teasingly.

He scoffs, shaking his head at you. "They're either only interested in me for the weed, or they're scared of me."

"What about the girls? The ones who cling to you for attention?" You question him, wanting to extract as much information from him as possible.

"They don't want conversation," he laughs, as if you should already be aware of this, "They just want to be with a bad boy."

"And what about you? What do you want from them?"

He pauses for a moment, scanning your face, feeling the electricity in his chest rising again. He looks back ahead before answering. "Nothing. I don't want anything from them."

You tilt your head to the side slightly, processing his response. Nicholas catches it from his peripheral, curiosity filling his mind as he wonders what you'll say next.

You're still looking at him, deciding to continue your questions rather than get caught up in your own mind. "So if you want nothing from them, why do you bother entertaining them? Why make them think they have a chance?"

He doesn't look at you, he just nods to himself, like he knew you would ask something like that. He experiences a fleeting feeling of worry - worrying that this topic, his answers, might disgust you - as he goes to respond.

"There's a few reasons," he starts, glancing at you to see if he should continue. Your small nod encourages him to continue. "First, it's too much effort to push them away, tell them to stop. Second, they're either with buyers, or buyers themself. Upsetting them could cause a scene and result in a loss of income. Third, it provides some entertainment at least, you know... their reactions and desperation."

He doesn't realise he's holding his breath while you stand in silence. He avoids looking at you, his attention staying ahead of him. The unusual feeling of anxiety creeps in again; Nicholas curses himself at the effect you have on him, the fact that he seems to care what you think.

"I feel like the only reasonable answer is the loss of income." You speak, still staring at him even as he avoids looking at you. "If I look at it from that perspective, then I can understand the first reason as well. Rejecting someone is an effort, and you wouldn't want to cause a scene, like you said."

His eyes open slightly with shock, not expecting you to understand, or try to understand, his reasons. He turns to you now, only slightly, and breathes a sigh of relief when your eyes lock with no hostility evident.

"But?" He questions, knowing you have more to say.

"But," you begin, eyes locked on his, "the third reason just makes you sound lonely."

His mouth falls open, a look of shock on his face that makes a smirk creep onto your lips. You turn away, holding back a laugh, as Nicholas just stares at you.

He doesn't even know how to respond; his mind is reeling. 'Lonely? She thinks I sound lonely? That just makes me seem pathetic.'

He coughs, clearing his throat before speaking. "I thought you would have reprimanded me for leading them on."

"I mean, it's not the nicest thing to do, obviously. But you're single and not every flirtatious encounter ends in sex." You nod, eyes still ahead of you.

Nicholas hums in response, fascinated by your reaction, your words. His curiosity was growing, the electricity feeling more intense; he wants to know you.

"What about you?" He begins, eyes on you, not having moved since earlier. "What do you do when you get hit on?"

You scoffed, like what he asked you was the most idiotic question you had ever heard. "I don't get hit on."

It was his turn to scoff, not believing you for a second. You turned to him again, raising a brow as he spoke. "I don't believe that."

"It's true. I've made it a habit to stay invisible and not let people in. It's clearly worked."

"Until now." He smirks, feeling a sense of pride in the fact that he managed to get your attention. The blush that appears on your cheeks doesn't go unnoticed by him, fueling his ego and confidence.

"I thought you said this was strictly platonic." You teased, never breaking eye contact with him.

He raises his hands in a sign of surrender, a small laugh escaping his lips. "It was, I swear."

"Was?" You question again, heart beat steadily increasing, body temperature slowly rising.

"You want the truth?" He asks, taking a small step towards you. You nod, eyes glued to his.

"When I first saw you at Euijoo's party and had no clue who you were, I was intrigued. I'm meant to know everyone from campus, so it was a shock to meet someone who had managed to go unnoticed. It was even more shocking to know someone so beautiful had managed to escape me." He took another small step forward, gauging your reaction, eyes locked and full of honesty.

"Euijoo told me not to scare you away, not to treat you like everyone else, which intrigued me even more." Another step, close enough to make you tilt your head up to look at him, but far enough to let you push him away if you wanted to.

"At first, I was genuinely just intrigued. I told myself I would just talk with you and get an understanding of who the mysterious person was. But you pulled me in, Y/N." He reached his hand out, fingers brushing yours before they intertwined together. You held your breath, excitement and nerves mixing together.

"You pulled me in with your confidence, your honesty, your curiosity. I tried to ignore my feelings, stay true to my words of this being strictly platonic, but every text, every conversation ruined my resolve." He took a breath, squeezing your hand before he continued. "You haven't left my mind since that first night, and it's driving me crazy."

You shakily exhale, the breath you were holding finally escaping. You searched his eyes, taking in the vulnerability behind them. Before you could register what you were doing, you leaned up and kissed him.

Nicholas' free hand came to your face, gently holding your jaw as your lips pressed together. He let you lead, not wanting to cross any boundaries. When you deepened the kiss, he melted, a groan rumbling in his chest. Your free hand found his hair, tangling in his locks and earning another groan from Nicholas.

You pulled away, Nicholas' lips following yours before he sighed in defeat. Your forehead rested against his, hand still in his hair, as you finally spoke. "Show me your place?"

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As soon as you stepped into Nicholas's dorm, he had you pushed against the door. His hands were on your waist, forehead leaning against your own, eyes blown out with lust. He searched your eyes for any sign of hesitation, gave you a chance to stop his actions. But you just smiled up at him with a flushed face that made him weak in the knees.

He dived in, lips crashing into yours with hunger, hands gripping your hips possessively. You gasped at the feeling of his knee sliding between your legs, pressing into your clothed heat. Nicholas used the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, groaning at the way you reacted to him.

His tongue dominated your mouth, capturing your sounds and swallowing them down his throat. You felt his hand sneak up your side, caressing your curves as until he landed on your covered breast. He squeezed lightly, testing the waters before groping you possessively. You moaned at the sensation, the feeling of his desire already so overwhelming, unintentionally grinding your hips down.

Nicholas pulled away from your lips, smirking at you as he continued to grope your breast. "Is my pretty baby feeling needy?" He teased, eyes locked on you as you tried to catch your breath.

"Nicholas..." You whined, missing his lips on yours. He lifted his knee onto your heat, watching as you gasped slightly before grinding down.

"Do you want something, baby?" He purred, hand still moving on your chest, knee pressed into you.

You nodded, small moans leaving your lips in desperation. He leaned down, lips ghosting your ear as he whispered, "Words, baby."

He kissed your neck, moving down as you became more desperate. "W-want you to touch me." You stuttered, unable to focus on all the places he possessed.

He laughed against your neck, hot breath fanning across you, "I am touching you, baby."

You groaned in frustration, hands tangling in his hair as he began sucking on your neck. You let a moan escape, getting lost in the feeling of his lips, his hands, his knee. "M-make me cum Nico, please..."

Nicholas froze at the nickname, the plea leaving your lips. The blood rushed to his already painfully hard crotch, a groan leaving his mouth. He wrapped his arms under your thighs and lifted, causing you to instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.

He kissed your lips hungrily as he walked you to his bedroom. Kicking the door open with his foot before lying you at the edge of his bed. He stood between your legs, taking in your already fucked-out appearance.

His hand went to your face, holding it gently as he looked into your eyes. "Are you sure you want to keep going?" He questioned, pure adoration filling his face.

"Please, Nicholas..." You whined, rubbing your cheek into his hand.

He groaned, not being able to control the way he reacted to you. His hands found your hips, pulling down your pants in one swift movement. You spread your legs from him, not needing to be told and Nicholas dropped to his knees.

"Fuck baby..." He was almost whining, head pressing into your thigh as he left kisses along you. "You're ruining me."

He placed a kiss on your clothed heat, feeling the wetness immediately. You gasped at the sensation, hips grinding down to chase more. Nicholas couldn't stop himself from pressing his face into your clothed pussy, inhaling your scent like it was a drug.

He moaned as he inhaled you, savouring the sweet smell, before attaching his lips to your wet panties and sucking. He didn't ease you into it, sucking harshly on your clothed bud, hands pushing your hips down as you jerked away.

The sounds leaving your lips were sinful, so caught up in the pleasure that you had lost any sense of reasoning. Your hands gripped the sheets, back arching at the intense feeling between your legs. You peeked down at the man between your legs, core tightening at the sight of his pussy drunk face.

His hair was messy, sticking to his face from sweat, eyes closed, and brows drawn in pleasure. His face was flushed from pure bliss as he continued to inhale your scent and drink your juices through your panties.

He pulled away briefly, eyes meeting yours. His cock twitched in his pants at your fucked out face, blown-out eyes, and the way you locked eyes with him.

He held your gaze as his fingers found the band of your panties, pulling them down your legs. He pulled them to his face, inhaling deeply as you watched, hole cleaning at the sight. He stuffed them in his pocket before his fingers found your core.

You gasped at the feeling of his rough fingers dragging their way through your folds, head falling back onto the bed. Nicholas moaned at the sight of your bare pussy dripping with arousal for him, gathering your slick on his fingers before pushing one in.

You moaned, pussy clenching around the intrusion. Nicholas started slow, savouring the way your walls sucked his finger in, enjoying the way you squirmed. "Your pussy is sucking me in, baby."

You moaned at his words, clenching around his fingers again. Nicholas chuckled, breath fanning against your heat as he leaned closer. He pressed a kiss to your clit, finger still working slowly inside you, drawing out moans and gasps from your lips.

Without warning, he pushed a second finger in, attaching his lips to your bud. Your back arched off the bed, an unholy sound filling the room at the intense pleasure you were now feeling.

Your hands flew to his hair, pulling on the strands in pleasure. Nicholas moaned, the vibrations travelling through you as he set a relentless pace. His mouth swapped between sucking and licking, while his fingers fucked into you, hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly.

You could feel your climax getting closer, core tightening, threatening to snap at any moment. Nicholas could tell you were close to, the way your pussy clenched tighter and your moans got louder. He pulled his mouth away briefly, "Cum for me baby."

That's all it took for you to fall over the edge. Your legs shook violently, walls tightening even more, Nicholas' name falling from your lips like a chant. Nicholas fucked you through it, fingers never stopping, mouth licking up all the juices he could reach.

As you came down, his fingers slowed and pulled out, a whine leaving your lips. Nicholas was still on his knees, sitting back on his heels as he took you in. You whined at the loss of his body heat, sitting up with the help of your arms.

Nicholas looked at you, eyes wide, a mixture of lust and adoration filling his features. Then he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking off your arousal as he palmed his painful bulge. You whimpered at the sight, how drunk he was off of you, how needy he was.

You mustered your strength and sat up, eyes never leaving his. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a pop just as you pulled your shirt over your head. You threw it to the side, body heat increasing at the intensity of Nicholas' stare. A needy moan left his lips as you unclasped your bra, exposing your tits to him, nipples hard from how turned on you were.

You reached forward, grabbing his face in your hands, pulling him towards you. His eyes stayed on you, hands by his side as you leaned into his ear to whisper, "Are you going to fuck me, Nicholas?"

He snapped, hands flying to his shirt and ripping it off. He picked you up, repositioning you on the bed. Your head hit the pillows, and before you could sit up, Nicholas was on you, pants already gone.

You glanced down, whimpering at the sight of his leaking cock. You reached between your bodies, stroking the tip lightly, which caused Nicholas to jolt forward, a moan leaving his lips. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand before pushing your legs apart with the other.

"Fuck, Y/N..." He moaned, taking in the view of you underneath him. He pushed his hips forward, rubbing his member between your folds. You were both moaning, grinding into each other with need. Nicholas gathered up your arousal on his tip before lining it up at your entrance.

He pushed in with one stroke, bottoming out inside you as your walls sucked him in. You gasped at the stretch, feeling fuller than you ever have. His hands were on your hips, steadying himself as he let you adjust.

Nicholas was shaking, the pleasure and emotion so intense he wasn't sure if he would survive. You wrapped your arms around his neck, causing him to lock eyes with you again. He moaned at the sight, his hips grinding against you in need. You leaned up, placing a kiss on his lips, "Are you okay?"

He whimpered, unable to control himself as he started grinding against you with a steady rhythm, his tip hitting deep inside you. You let your moans escape your lips, hips grinding to meet his.

He was so drunk off of you that he couldn't stop the words falling out of his mouth as he kept grinding into you like a needy virgin. "You feel so good, s-so good. I could live here, stay like this forever. Your pussy was made for me, you were made for me."

Your walls clenched at his words, moans getting louder every time he hit your sweet spot. "F-fuck Nicholas, feels so good, so full. You're so b-big."

Nicholas pulled almost fully out before slamming back into you, your words making him lose control. You almost screamed at the sensation, the pain and pleasure feeling intoxicating.

Nicholas set a ruthless pace, hips slamming into yours, balls slapping against your skin. He couldn't get enough of you, the way you sucked him in, clenched around him like you didn't want him to leave. "You keep pulling me in, baby," He groaned, hips never faltering.

Without stopping, he grabbed your thighs, pushing them into your chest. The new position allowed him to reach deeper inside you, an almost animalistic moan escaping you.

"I wanna hear you baby," he panted, hips slamming into you, "Tell me how good I'm making you feel."

"Feels s-so good, Nicholas," you gasped, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head, nonsense falling from your lips, "You're so big, so big. I love it, l-love your cock inside me."

Nicholas let out a guttural moan, grip tightening on your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. He picked up the pace even more, rougher, needier, more possessive than he has ever been.

"This is my pussy now," he growled, possessiveness taking over his voice. "My pussy, my girl. You're mine."

His words sent you spiraling, walls sucking him even further, clenching down on him impossibly tight. Your second orgasm drawing closer and closer with every thrust, every word.

"You gonna cum, baby?" He panted, eyes locked on you. You nodded, moans falling from your lips excessively. He moaned with you, chasing his own high. "I'm close, baby. Let's cum together, yeah?"

You nodded, words too hard to form between your moans, except for one, "i-inside..."

Nicholas snapped, tipping over the edge at your request. Your name fell from his lips as he filled you up with his cum, thrusting it into you as you came around him.

He collapsed onto you, head on your chest, and breathing out of control. You both stayed there for minutes, catching your breath and taking in what just happened.

Nicholas's head snapped up, eyes locking with yours. He searched for any signs of hurt, discomfort, or regret. He shuffled up, hands caressing your cheeks, "Are you okay?"

You smiled lazily, fatigue taking over your body. "I'm more than okay."

Nicholas smiled like a lovesick puppy, his heart feeling warm at the sight and sound of you. He left the bed for a brief moment to get a damp cloth, cleaning you up gently, leaving soft kisses on every area he touched.

Once he was done, he got back into bed, pulling you into his chest and under the covers. "You're staying."

"I was planning to." You laughed, chin resting on his chest as you stared at him. A blush flew across his cheeks under your gaze, and the fact that you wanted to stay the night.

"You can't seriously be blushing after what we just did." You teased, giggles falling from your mouth.

"It's your fault." He pouted, blush still sitting proudly on his face.

"So..." you began, changing the topic, "I need to know if this is going to be a one-time thing or-"

"NO!" Nicholas shouted, louder than intended, cutting you off before you could finish. He coughed, eyes averted, and was embarrassed at his reaction. "No, I don't want it to be a one-time thing. But if you do, I will respect that."

You laughed, fascinated at how different the boy under you was compared to the rumours. You tapped his chest so he would look at you. "I'd like to see where this goes."

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It's been three months since you and Nicholas decided to explore the connection between you. Two months since he officially asked you to be his girlfriend, and now you were about to make your first public appearance as a couple.

No one knew what was going on between the two of you. Your friends were aware that you spent time together, messaged a lot, but they didn't actually think you were in a relationship.

Euijoo invited you to a small party; he assured you it would actually be small this time, as he was in charge. It consisted of Euijoo, K, Fuma, Yuma, Jo, Harua, Taki, Maki, Jungwon, and Sakura - all the people you both wanted to finally come clean to.

You sat in the car with Nicholas, his hand on your thigh as you prepared to go inside. You took a deep breath, giving him a nod to let him know you were ready.

As you walked up to the front door, he linked his hand with yours, giving you a reassuring smile as he opened the door to the house you first met at.

You could hear the voices of your friends travelling through the house, light music playing. Nicholas led you to the doors leading to the garden, opening them as everyone turned around.

You were behind him, unnoticed by your friends, Nicholas' frame blocking their view of you.

"Nicholas! Fashionably late as always." Yuma teased, sending a wave his way.

"Is this everyone?" Nicholas asked, scanning the garden to make sure they were all present.

"We're still waiting on Y/N," Euijoo replied, gesturing to a seat for Nicholas to sit in.

Nicholas stepped outside, pulling you with him as he spoke, "She's right here."

"What the fuck?" Jungwon whispered, eyes almost popping out of his head.

You waved shyly to everyone, not letting go of Nicholas's hand. He gave your hand a squeeze before guiding you over to the chair Euijoo offered.

Not having a care for the way everyone was staring in shock, he sat down and pulled you into his lap, arms wrapping around your waist and head resting on your shoulder. All you could do was bring your hands to your face in embarrassment as Nicholas chuckled at you.

"Okay, so do you want to explain?" Euijoo spoke, brows furrowed at his best friend.

"We're dating," Nicholas answered proudly, giving your waist a small squeeze.

"No, Nicholas, explain everything," Euijoo answered, seriousness in his voice.

Nicholas explained everything to the group for both of you. How he fell first, and incredibly fast and hard. How you just laughed at him when he asked you to be his girlfriend after one date. How he felt the need to prove himself worthy of you, prove he actually wanted a relationship with you. How you challenged him, didn't put up with his facade. How you made him realise things about himself he never knew before. How you didn't care about his drug dealing and actually gave him business advice. How he got into a fight with a guy who called you a bitch in public, and how you scolded him for it afterwards, disclosing that's how he realised he was a switch (you slapped him for that).

Your friends listened, asked questions, and observed the situation. They watched the way you two acted, realising that there was something genuine and pure between you two. They joked about Nicholas being whipped for you, no signs of his bad boy persona present when you were around.

You laughed, knowing the truth. Nicholas wasn't like the rumours said, but he was still trouble. He still grew weed, sold drugs, still got into fights, still intimidated the people he didn't care for - but for you, he was just a boy in love - and honestly? You loved having him all to yourself.

author's note: hi anon! sorry this took so long >.< i wasn't sure exactly what you wanted and since i'm a sucker for romance i made badboy nicholas a loverboy - i'm a sucker for a boy who doesn't care about anyone but else but his girl i made this one a bit longer to make up for the wait <3

[nteamxdoor]

Hey, I really like your work. Could you maybe write how &team would react if reader had an ED?

Hi anon!

Thank you so much for reading my work and enjoying it. I really appreciate it <3 As for the request, I feel terrible declining it, but I just don't feel comfortable with this one. I'm sorry I can't take on your request, and I apologise for not having guidelines up for my requests (I'm still figuring out my boundaries and what I feel comfortable writing). I hope I haven't disappointed you too much.

Lots of love - nexxie

[nteamxdoor]

update!!

hi everyone, it's me again

i mentioned in my previous post I haven't been well, and after that I actually got worse, so everything has fallen even more behind schedule >.<

i don't want to give a timeframe right now for when I will be posting everything, but I am working on the three fics i mentioned before (nicholas request, k fic, &team bff scenario pt.2)

i am feeling better, but still not well enough to give all my time and attention to my writing just yet :( i hope you can be patient with me and i look forward to seeing what people think of the upcoming writing <3 - nexxie

[nteamxdoor]

update!! I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS?!?!?

hi my loves!!

thank you so much for 100 followers - i'm honestly in shock that this happened so quickly >.<

i wanted to update everyone on my writing progress:

first, i am working on a request! this should be released in the next 1-2 days

secondly, i am still working on the k fic! this should hopefully be done within the week! HOWEVER, i did fall ill over the last couple days so i haven't been as productive :(

thirdly, i am working on a second part of the 'just once chance' &team best friends to lovers scenarios! however, i want to focus on the k fic so this will probably be delayed until after k's fic is released

i originally wanted to try and post something new everyday but i just don't think that is possible >.< however, please know if i don't post for a few days it's not because i've decided to leave, i'm just working on new fics ^^

also, i would love to do more requests so pleaaaseeee send me any <3 thank you again for 100! - nexxie xx

[nteamxdoor]

just one chance - &team

pairing: bff!&team x gn!reader synopsis: bff!&team finally confessing their feelings to you after years of yearning genre: fluff, best friends to lovers, male yearning, confessions warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption (specifically in ejs), suggestive, explicit language, readers questioning of self worth (k's, euijoos) disclaimers: purely fiction content!! not proofread!! there are some hints at the members being idols in some of the scenarios, but not all of them!!

k - protective best friend

You were in the car with K after you called him to pick you up after a failed blind date. You had dressed your best for the fancy restaurant picked by your date, hair and makeup done perfectly - but here you were now, tears falling down your face, regretting everything.

K sat next to you, jaw clenched, knuckles turning white from his grip on the steering wheel, his anger evident after you told him what happened on the date.

It was an utter disaster in every way. The so-called man commenting on your lack of designer brands, explaining the fact that he had only come on the date to get in your friends' good books, even going as far as saying you were a pity fuck at best. You'd excused yourself to the bathroom, calling K, crying, begging him to come pick you up. He left immediately, telling you to wait for him and not return to the date.

You had calmed down now, only a few tears falling from your eyes as you settled in the passenger seat. "Sorry about this." You mumbled, hands fidgeting in your lap.

"Don't you dare apologise," K spoke, eyes locked on the road, but the anger still evident in his voice, "After what that prick pulled? He's lucky I didn't walk in there and force him to apologise on his knees."

You sighed, feeling guilty for being the reason your best friend was so mad, guilty for calling him on his night off to save you from a blind date, guilty for being so desperate for love that you ended up in these failed situations so often. You felt like a burden on him, deadweight he'd be happier without.

"You're always saving me," you bitterly laughed as you began to ramble, "Always picking me back up after I put myself out there. I feel like such a burden on you, like I don't deserve you. You're too good for me, K, for someone so... undesirable, unlovable."

The car swerved off the road, jolting you to the side, before it came to an abrupt stop. In an instant, K had turned to you, reaching over to pull your face to his, lips smashing to yours in a heated rush. Your eyes opened in shock, heat radiating from his hands on your face, his lips on your lips, before you melted into the kiss. You wrapped your fingers around one of his wrists, kissing him back with the same passion he was giving you.

He broke away first, forehead leaning against yours, eyes glossy and blown wide, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he spoke, "How have you not realised what I feel for you?"

The blush that had formed on your cheeks deepened, unable to respond to his sudden confession. He gave you a smile before filling the silence, "Y/N. I could never give you up. Even if you never choose me, I would run to you over and over again."

!other members under the cut!

fuma - playful best friend

You were lounging on the couch with Fuma, both scrolling on your phones as the movie you had on came to an end. You reached for your drink, bringing the straw to your mouth as the sound of an empty cup filled the room. Fuma laughed, eyes flicking to you as he saw your defeated expression.

"Need a refill?" He asked, already standing and grabbing both your cups. You nodded, not even able to give him a verbal reply before he left the room.

You sat up properly, phone on the armrest, as Fuma walked back in, handing you your cup as he took his place back on the couch. You took a big sip, a sigh of relief leaving your lips after swallowing, "You would make the perfect boyfriend, I swear."

Fuma froze at your words momentarily, eyes widening slightly - you, on the other hand, hadn't even realised what you had said, just enjoying the drink in your hand. His shocked expression turned into a smirk before he replied, "You swear?"

You nodded again, turning to face him, blissfully unaware of what Fuma was thinking. "Mhm. Seriously, I can't even begin to imagine how spoilt your future girlfriend will be."

"Why imagine when you can just experience it?"

You choked on your drink, eyes going wide at Fuma's words. He held your gaze, smirk still on his lips as he waited for your reply. You accidentally slammed your drink down on the table, hands shaking as a blush crept onto your face, "S-stop playing around, Fuma."

Fuma, extremely calm, placed his cup down before creeping towards you. His hand brushed your thigh before reaching up to caress your cheek, "I'm not playing around, Y/N." He stared into your eyes, smirk turning into a genuine smile, before he continued, "I don't treat just anyone like this. If you think you're getting the girlfriend experience, that's because I've wanted you to be my girlfriend for years."

You stared at him, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to do anything but stare into the eyes that were locked on yours. You could feel your body temperature rising, blush deepening, but you couldn't do anything about it, fully captivated by the man in front of you.

"So what do you say?" Fuma spoke again, "Want to stop imagining?"

nicholas - possessive best friend

You stood in front of the mirror, checking your outfit over before turning to Nicholas, who was lying on your bed, "How do I look?"

"Damn, babe, you look fine as fuck." He sent you a wink before laughing at your reaction - the typical death glare anytime he called you babe, or fake flirted with you (yeah... fake....).

"Seriously, Weno, is this okay for the hangout with your members? It's only my second time meeting them, so I want to make another good impression."

Nicholas sat up now, a sigh leaving his lips, which earned an eyebrow raise from you. He rolled his eyes before speaking, "I don't understand why you want to impress them so bad."

You scoffed at his response, "They're your members, Nicholas, your family. Don't you want me, your supposed best friend, to get along with them?"

He flopped back onto the bed, a groan escaping him. "Of course I do. But what if they steal you away?" He exclaimed, hands flying up in the air before flopping back down beside him.

You laughed at his antics, which resulted in one of your pillows being thrown at you. You walked over to the bed, lying down beside him. You faced him while he lay on his back and faced the ceiling. "You're so possessive sometimes."

He turned his face to you, eyebrows furrowed at your comment, "No shit, Y/N."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Another groan came from your best friend before he rolled over to face you. "You're literally like... perfect. The guys have even commented on how cool you are after one meeting."

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, still not understanding what he was getting at, "I don't understand why that's a problem. You just said you want us to get alo-"

"Oh my god!" He exclaimed, burying his face in the pillow under him. You just looked at him, waiting for him to explain himself. He peeked at you before mumbling, "You're gonna make me say it, aren't you?"

"Say what?"

Nicholas turned to you again, taking a deep breath before almost yelling, "I like you!" Another deep breath, "I like you so much that I want to keep you all to myself because even if I know you'll never pick me, at least I can stop you from picking someone else. And that might be selfi- mmh!"

You interupted him with a quick peck to his lips, cutting off his rambling and earning a blush on his face in return. "I like you too, idiot."

ej - shy best friend (but confident when under the influence)

You had been sitting at home having a quiet night to yourself after your terrible lunch date, when the doorbell rang through the peaceful silence. You sighed, kicking the blanket off your lap before walking to the door; you had no idea who would be disturbing you at 11:30pm.

You prepared yourself for a neighbour, maybe a building manager, but instead you were greeted by none other than your best friend, Euijoo. He was leaning against the door frame, a slight flush evident on his face, glossy eyes already staring into yours. His face immediately lit up when he saw you, "Y/N!"

He pulled you into a hug, caging you in between his arms and chest. You laughed, letting him hug you as you spoke, "Juju, what are you doing here?"

He let you go, waiting for you to let him into your apartment, a pout on his face in response to your question. "Am I not allowed to see my best friend?"

You tried not to laugh at him as he slightly stumbled over to your couch, "Of course you can. I just didn't expect you to leave the boys' party so early."

He plopped himself into his usual spot as you sat in yours, crossing your legs as you faced him. His head was resting on the back of the couch, turning to the side to look at you, "I wanted to spend time with you."

You gave him a smile, which he returned bigger and cheesier than yours, before sitting up properly again, turning to you. "Ah! That's right! How did your date go?"

You sighed, hand running over your face at the memory of the terrible date, "I don't wanna talk about it. But it was bad, like really, really bad." You pouted at him, which made him sigh, eyes searching your face while you avoided his. You continued speaking, "I just have no luck in romance. All these dates have led nowhere, and it's made me question if I'm even worthy of love?"

Euijoo grabbed your hands in his, causing you to look up at him in surprise. "Don't say that ,Y/N," One of his hands left yours, reaching for the side of your face, "You deserve love more than anyone." His thumb was caressing your cheek, eyes never leaving you.

You held your breath, a blush beginning to form across your face, "Juju, that's just the alcohol talking." You laughed, trying to dismiss him. He shook his head, now using both his hands to hold your face and force eye contact between the two of you.

He leant his forehead against yours, heat radiating through you at the contact, "Y/N." He sounded serious, eyes locked on yours, "It's not the alcohol talking. I mean, maybe it's helping, because I don't think I could say this sober, b-but that's not the point."

There was a slight blush on his cheeks now, "I've loved you for so long, it breaks my heart to hear you question if you deserve to be loved. You are the most amazing person I have ever met. I wish every day I could show you just how much you deserve, because you deserve the world." He took a deep breath, eyes fluttering closed before whispering, "I wish you would give me a chance to prove it to you."

You stared at his face in silence for a brief moment, heat rising in your body at his sudden confession. The closeness of your bodies, the heat from the alcohol he had consumed, and the emotion behind the words he spoke, all too much. You swallowed the lump in your throat that had formed before reaching up and cupping Euijoo's cheek with one of your hands. His eyes flew open, blush deepening as he stared at you like a deer in headlights.

"Do you want to take me on a date?" you whispered, foreheads still touching, breath mingling, a sense of relief washing over you as you realised that maybe your one true love had been beside you all along.

yuma - jealous best friend

You were hanging out with Yuma and his members, something you had done multiple times before. They were used to your presence now, inviting you over for game nights, movie nights, or just because they needed someone to settle an argument.

Yuma loved the fact that you blended with them so well, feeling proud when the members commented on how much they enjoyed your company.

Tonight wasn't any different from the usual; you were sat next to Yuma, game controller in hand as you played Mario Kart against him, Nicholas, and Maki. Fuma was on the other side of you, laughing every time you threw a shell at Maki - a plan you had come up with together to see how easily you could ragebait the youngest member.

"Fuma! Y/N! Why are you guys teaming up on me!" Maki yelled, falling behind to 12th place in the race. The room burst into laughter, minus the boy next to you, who raised an eyebrow at the sudden closeness between you and Fuma.

You hadn't realised, but your arm was basically resting on Fuma's thigh as you continued laughing with him. Yuma noticed, and it pissed him off. He was the one you usually teamed up with, he was the one you leaned into when you laughed too much - what made Fuma so special all of a sudden.

When the match ended, Yuma handed his controller to Harua before abruptly leaving the room. You sent a curious look his way before excusing yourself to follow him. He was in the kitchen, drinking from a bottle of water as you walked in.

"Are you okay, Yuma?" You questioned, walking to stand in front of him. He rolled his eyes while the bottle was still on his lips. Swallowing the liquid in his mouth, he sent you an irritated glare before replying, "Since when were you and Fuma so friendly?"

You raised a brow at his question, before a laugh slipped out at his obvious jealousy - this wasn't uncommon from your best friend; his jealousy had been evident from the beginning of your friendship. He opened his mouth in shock at your laughter, "Are you laughing at me?!"

"Yuma, your jealousy is showing again," You said between giggles, a hand resting on his bicep. He wasn't ashamed of his jealousy, always claiming it proved his loyalty as a friend. He brushed your hand off, a huff escaping his lips.

"Of course it is, you just threw yourself all over Fuma in front of me!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. You reached for him again, grabbing one of his hands. He took a deep breath before whispering, "I don't like it. You're meant to be mine."

You tilted your head to make eye contact with him, offering him a smile. "I'm your best friend, Yuma, that will never change."

He sighed again, leaning his head back as he looked at the ceiling, hand still in yours. After a brief moment, he looked down at you, grabbing your other hand with his. "What if I don't want that? What if I don't want to be best friends anymore?"

You felt a pain in your chest, your mouth falling slightly open. You couldn't explain the anxiety rising in your chest at the thought of losing Yuma. You wanted him to explain what was going through his mind, "W-what are you saying, Yuma?"

"I like you, Y/N. I've always liked you."

jo - quiet best friend, sunshine reader

People around the two of you always commented on your personality differences; Jo was the quiet, shy type, and you were the bubbly, outgoing type. What people didn't realise is just how well that combination worked between the two of you.

Jo was your rock; he grounded you - always there for you in your times of need, always listening to your rants and yapping, and always the calming presence you needed when you were overstimulated or overexcited.

You brought Jo out of his shell, you challenged him - always asking for his opinion on situations, encouraging him to talk to you about everything and anything, noticing when he felt unheard, and bringing him into the conversation.

You were always together, and today was no different. You were both lying on his bed, showing each other videos on your phones, when you recieved a text message from the guy you had been on a few dates with:

'hey y/n, i'm sorry to do this over text, but i don't think we should see each other again.'

You stared at the text, Jo reading it alongside you, before you sat up in the bed. You continued staring at the message, like maybe there was some hidden meaning behind it, not noticing Jo had sat up as well, eyes staring at you with worry. You sent a reply, questioning what had caused him to change his mind. At his reply, you scoffed, passing the phone to Jo so he could read it.

'your relationship with your best friend makes me uncomfortable, i'm sorry'

Jo sucked in a breath through his teeth, a slight pang in his chest at the feeling he was becoming a burden, "I'm sorry..." he whispered, hand you your phone back.

You whipped your head around to stare at him, "Why are you saying sorry? You did nothing wrong."

He sighed, eyes looking anywhere but yours, "I just feel like I'm holding you back."

You fully maneuvered yourself now, legs crossed, sitting directly in front of him, hands gently grabbing his face so he would look at you. "Jo, you are not holding me back in the slightest. If a silly, insecure man can't accept how important you are to me, then he isn't the one for me."

A blush spread across Jo's cheeks, eyes opened slightly like he didn't expect you to vocalize those feelings, words slipping out in a whisper before he could stop himself, "If you say things like that, you're going to get my hopes up."

You looked in his eyes, searching for the emotions attached to his words. Jo struggled to vocalise his thoughts and feelings, so you tried to encourage him to explain them to you. "What are you trying to tell me, Jo?"

"What I've been trying to tell you for years... I like you, Y/N."

harua - affectionate best friend

You were with Harua and the members, watching a movie together on one of their rare days off. You were sitting with Harua on the floor between his legs, a blanket wrapped around the two of you - Harua's arms lightly clinging around your neck to keep the blanket around both of you.

Physical affection wasn't uncommon between the two of you. Being best friends for years, you were extremely comfortable with each other and expressing your affection towards each other. However, Harua's members knew the feelings he had for you, and always made it their personal mission to try and fluster him.

Today, Yuma had decided to take on the challenge, looking over to the two of you with a smirk on his face. "Ugh, I keep getting distracted from the movie because of two love birds over there!'

Giggles and snickers filled the room from the other members as Harua sent a death glare Yuma's way. You just laughed, head falling into Harua's chest before replying, "You're just jealous Harua loves me more than he loves you."

Yuma's hand hit his chest as he dramatically grabbed at his heart, "How dare you?" He fake cried, leaning back into his seat to add to the drama. Harua just huffed behind you, shaking his head at the brief interaction, before tightening his arms around you. You leaned into him, chasing the warmth he provided, not noticing how his heart raced a little faster.

When the movie ended, everyone escaped to their individual rooms and beds. Harua stayed in the living area with you so you both had a bit more privacy away from his shared bedroom. You were still in the same position, laughing about his reaction to the jump scare as he defended himself.

"You can't blame me for being scared! That's the entire point of the movie!" He exclaimed, pouting at you as his chin rested on your shoulder. You just laughed, hand reaching for his hair, instinctively running your fingers through his strands.

Harua hummed in content, melting into your touch, a small flush appearing on the tips of his ears. You were both so caught up in each other, you didn't hear Yuma enter the living space until he was grumbling in complaint, "Seriously you two? Please give my eyes a break."

You just laughed at him as he trudged his way back to his room, but Harua didn't move, thoughts running wild, heart beating faster. Before he could think, his words fell out of his mouth, "Should we just prove them right?"

You stilled in his arms, questioning the intent behind Harua's words. Your heart beat faster, feeling like it was going to jump out of your chest at any moment. You never considered that Harua might like you back, content with your friendship and the closeness you had. You questioned if he was being serious or just playing a joke, thoughts running wild in your mind.

Harua sensed your anxiety; he knew you too well to not notice it. "Y/N." He whispered, moving you both so you were facing each other. "I'm being serious. I'm sick of laughing at their comments when every time they say something, I wish it were true. I like you, Y/N... and I'm pretty sure you like me too."

taki - oblivious best friend

You and Taki had been friends since elementary school, growing up together and seeing each other's best and worst moments. Taki was one of the constants in your life that you never wanted to change.

However, as you grew up together, your feelings grew in a different direction; you fell in love with your best friend. When you first realised, you avoided him for two weeks before he burst into your house and demanded to know what was wrong. He cried about never wanting to lose his best friend, and from that moment on, you decided to keep your feelings a secret.

Even though there were times your heart ached for him, yearned for him, you knew it was for the best to never act on your feelings. Because of your determination to never ruin your friendship, it had only grown stronger as the years passed.

Now here you were, spread out across the end of Taki's bed as he sat against the headboard, reminiscing over your memories together. "Remember when you tripped in front of your crush and headbutted a pole?" You asked between laughs, earning a glare from Taki.

"Hey! Firstly, I was like 8 years old, so does that count as a real crush? And secondly, that gave me serious trauma! I walked slowly for weeks after that!" Taki exclaimed, hands flying around as his ears flushed slightly.

"Yeah, I remember. I'm the one who had to wait for you while you walked like a sloth! You made us late to every class!" You laughed, remembering just how slow he would walk to ensure he didn't trip over.

Taki groaned, head leaning against his headboard as he remembered the embarrassment he felt during those weeks. He felt you move on the bed, shuffling to sit next to him as you shoved your phone into his view.

"Look at this photo of us from last year." You giggled, letting go of your phone as Taki took it in his hands. A smile spread across his face at the sight of the image; A picture from your birthday last year, where Taki had organised to take you to your first high-class restaurant.

"This was such a good night." He sighed in content, reminiscing on the fond memory. You laughed again before responding, "You're thinking about the food, aren't you?"

He laughed at your comment, remembering your expression when you took the first bite of your meal that night. He was looking at you now, sparkly eyes and a small smile, "No, I was thinking about how pretty you looked that night."

You froze, eye open wide and mouth slightly open. Your heart raced, and you knew there was a blush on your face. You tripped over your own words before finally responding. "D-don't tease me, Taki!"

"What? I'm not teasing you! I'm just telling you the truth!" He defended, sitting up straight now. You were glaring at each other now; you were upset because you thought he was teasing you, and he was offended you didn't believe him.

"Why are you glaring at me like that!" He exclaimed, not giving you a chance to respond before he continued his rambling, "Why would I tease you about how pretty you are?! You're like, the prettiest girl I've ever met! Genuinely, every time I see you, my mind goes WOW; and I mean, that might be because I'm in love with you, but that doesn't change the fact that you're pretty!"

You sat in silence, in shock, at what Taki had let out into the air. A hand flew to his mouth at the realisation of what he had said. "Oh my god." He whispered, eyes open wide but never leaving yours. "Y/N-I- Um- You don't have to like me back! I've lived with these feelings for years and-"

"I like you too, Taki."

maki - honest best friend

You had just finished getting ready for your upcoming date, walking into the living room that Maki occupied to ask for his opinion. "How do I look?" You questioned, breaking his concentration from his phone.

His attention was immediately on you, phone locked and away as he stood and up and looked you up and down, studying your outfit. "Damn, if he isn't down on one knee at the sight of you, he's got problems."

You laughed at his ridiculous statement, plopping down on the couch, "Thanks, Maki! You're the best hypeman I could ask for."

Maki took his seat next to you, offering a big smile before he spoke. "Are you nervous?"

"Of course I'm nervous. It's a first date after all."

"You shouldn't be. He'll love you." You waved off his statement, pulling out your phone from your pocket as you felt it vibrate. Your face dropped at the notification, which Maki noticed immediately. "What's wrong?"

You didn't reply; you just handed him the phone so he could read the message you had received from your date.

'hey y/n, i know it's late notice but i'm going to have to cancel, i'm so sorry'

You started speaking before Maki could ask how you were feeling about the message. "I'm not upset just because he cancelled, I get things happen. But this is the third time, and I had just finished getting ready." You pouted when you finished speaking, Maki pouting back at you.

"Okay, firstly, fuck that guy. He cancelled three times? That's diabolical behaviour. Secondly, he doesn't know what he's missing out on, so it's his loss. Thirdly, let me take you on a date instead."

You laughed at Maki's response, taking your phone back from him as you deleted the contact. "You're right, fuck that guy!" You exclaimed, earning a laugh from your best friend. "But you don't need to take me on a pity date, Maki."

He mocked offense, mouth hanging open, loud gasp leaving his throat. "A pity date?! I meant an actual date!"

"Why would you want to take me on an actual date?" You questioned, still laughing at the situation.

"I don't know. Maybe because I've been in love with you for years and I'm sick of watching you get treated like shit when I know I could treat you how you deserve."

authors note: kicking my feet right now, why do i love this so much??? also playful fuma does something to me. also jealous yuma again, sorry not sorry the K fan fic (blurred boundaries) will probably take a few more days, i'm so sorry for the longer wait than i anticipated >.< also to the lovely people who have sent me requests, I will be getting to them asap!! please be patient with me <3 also uh... should I do a part 2 of this? like a continuation of the relationship?

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update!!

hi everyone! just a lil update from me

the k fic is gonna take longer than I had planned >.< i want to make sure it's exactly how i want it, so i expect it could another week or so... i'm so sorry!!

i'll be posting shorter fics inbetween, and also doing requests as well!

thank you for being patient with me <3

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CEO yudai?? Oh we're not surviving this one 😳

i'm so excited to release it!! i hope you're as exicted as i am >.<

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a little bit of jealousy - yang jungwon

pairing: idol!jungwon x idol!reader/afab!reader genre: established relationship, jealousy, smut (mdni) warnings/disclaimers: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl, please!), creampie, breeding kink(?), messy intimacy, oral (m & f receiving), forced (kind of) oral (f giving, m receiving), nipple play, panty sniffing, degradation, rough intimacy, overstimulation, possessive themes, dom!jungwon (he's a little bit mean in this!!) (please let me know if I have missed any!) - all parties are consenting!! this is purely fictional!! synopsis: When Jungwon sees the chemistry between you and a certain boy group member, he can't help but let his jealousy slip out! word count: 4.2k

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Jungwon had spent most of his day off lounging around your apartment, coming over the night before to spend some quality time with you. He assured you he didn't mind spending most of the day alone while you completed your schedule for the day, but he would be lying if he said he didn't miss you right now. He checked the time: 6:56 pm. It wouldn't be long until you were making your way back home, so he decided to send you a quick message. jungwon: hope everything went smooth for you baby jungwon: miss you :(

He knew you wouldn't be able to respond straight away, so he decided to scroll on social media while he waited. He wasn't really paying attention to what was on the screen, absentmindedly letting his thumb continue swiping, but then he saw a video of you with another idol that caused his thumb to stop, and his grip on his phone tighten.

You and Yeonjun, standing close to each other, too close, whispering in each other's ears, the caption making things worse for Jungwon - "Y/N and Yeonjun look so good together, this is such an unexpected pairing, but I'm here for it!!!" He scoffed, scrolling away from the video, but his grip never loosened. He tried to distract himself, but not even 30 seconds later, he was typing yours and Yeonjun's names in the search bar. Videos assaulted his eyes, from different angles of your hushed conversations, to videos of your hands on Yeonjun's arm as you laughed at something he said. Jungwon's jaw tightened, and the tips of his ears flushed without him realising due to his anger. He locked his phone, continuing to hold it in his unyielding grip as he tried to process what he just saw - his girlfriend with her hands all over another man.

You were oblivious to the storm that was forming back at your apartment, thanking staff and other idols for their time today, Yeonjun walking you to your van after your schedule together. "Great time as always Y/N," he laughed as he opened the door to your van with a dramatic gesture. "Same to you Yeonjun, I just hope no one was able to figure out we were talking about our partners, that was a bit risky on our part." He waved off your worries, "No way, we had our mouths covered and we didn't say names, it'll be fine." You gave him a thankful nod, "Let's hope so, I don't need anyone knowing that I found it hilarious you two still haven't burped in front of each other." "Hey! We haven't been together for as long as you and Jungwon have been! Give us some grace," he groaned, mocking offense with a hand over his heart. You laughed as you stepped into the van, "Yeonjun, it's been a year, that's a pretty long time." "Hush now, no more from you," He said, silencing you as you clicked your seatbelt on, "Safe travels!" He waved. You gave him a wave and a smile back as he shut the door for you.

Once you were settled into your seat and on the road, you pulled out your phone to see messages from your loving boyfriend:

my won: hope everything went smooth for you baby my won: miss you :( You couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face as you typed your reply: y/n: hi baby! everything went great y/n: i miss you too :( y/n: i'm on my way home now, wait for me x

You expected a reply within a few minutes, the typical response time from your boyfriend when he had a day off, but 15 minutes had passed and there was nothing. You decided to try calling him, just in case something had happened, but there was no answer - you sent another message. y/n: is everything okay baby? i'm worried You left the messaging app open on your phone, anxiously waiting for your boyfriend's reply. A few minutes later you saw the bubbles appear indicating he was typing. my won: i'm fine

"I'm fine? That's it?" You whispered to yourself, not used to such a short reply from Jungwon. You contemplated sending another message, questioning if he was being honest, asking him to talk to you, but decided against it - you would be home soon and would be able to talk in person.

As the van pulled into the underground parking of your apartment complex, you took a deep breath to calm your nerves. You thanked your driver, wishing him a good night, and made your way to the elevator. As you pushed the number to your floor, you tried to recount today's interactions with Jungwon, trying to remember if you had done anything that could have upset him, but nothing came to mind - was he unwell? did something bad happen? was he just tired? - questions flooded your mind to try and come up with an answer.

You stepped into your apartment feeling smaller than usual, unsure of what was about to unfold. You and Jungwon didn't argue much, but you hated the idea that you could be the reason he was upset. "Jungwon?" You called out, not noticing him in the living area. You didn't receive a response, but noticed some light pouring out from under your bedroom door. You pulled your platforms off, leaving them by the door, before making your way over to your bedroom.

You knocked on the door lightly before entering, slowly opening the door and noticing Jungwon sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in his hand, jaw clenched. "Jungwon?" You called out timidly, and his eyes didn't even move to look at you, instead, they were glued to his phone screen. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, before pointing his phone screen in your direction, finally looking at you as he asked, "What is this?"

You looked into his eyes for a moment, noticing they were darker than usual, before flickering down to the phone in his hand. On the screen was a compilation of photos from today, you and Yeonjun talking and laughing together. You drew your brows together in confusion before looking back up at Jungwon, "They're photos from today?" He scoffed in response, confusing you even more. He locked his phone before throwing it on the bed, slowly standing as he ran his hand through his hair again, "C'mon baby, don't play dumb with me, you know what I'm asking." His gaze was piercing through you at this point. "No Jungwon, I don't know what you're asking me. You showed me photos from today's shoot and asked me what they were. That's exactly what they were, photos from today's shoot." You spoke matter-of-factly, hands by your side, while you held his gaze. This time he laughed before bending down to be eye level with you, "Did today's shoot really involve you having your hands all over Yeonjun?" You briefly opened your eyes wider in disbelief, before realising his misunderstanding, "Baby, we were talking abou-" "I don't need your excuses." Jungwon cut you off, grabbing your wrist before pulling you towards the bed he previously sat on. He left no room for you to try and move or speak - pushing you down on your back as he hovered over you, one knee between your thighs, while both of his hands were by your head caging you in. You finally realised that Jungwon was jealous, and that got you excited.

Before you could even speak, his lips crashed into yours with a hungry force, heat radiating from them as he pushed his tongue past yours without permission. A whimper escaped your throat at his dominance, his tongue exploring your mouth with such hunger you thought you might lose your breath. He pulled back, smirking at your already disheveled state. He leaned down to your ear before whispering, "I'm going to reclaim all the places he touched you, and you touched him. You're mine, remember?" His lips immediately attached themselves to the sensitive spot behind your ear, earning a small moan from you, as he let his teeth lightly graze the same spot for more pressure. He made his way down agonisingly slow, making sure to lightly suck and lick each spot down your neck, grazing his teeth, before moving onto the next, each action earning a moan from you, growing in volume as he made his way closer to your breasts. His hands had moved from the side of your head, one hand had a tight grip on your hip while the other was holding him up.

He pulled away briefly when his mouth was close to the mound of your breasts, eyeing your clothes and cleavage, "I bet Yeonjun enjoyed the view of you in this tiny tank top huh?" The hand on your hip found its way to the top of your shirt before ripping it down, your black lace bra coming into full view. "Did he know you had such a slutty bra on under there? Or was he just enjoying the view?" Jungwon mocked, before ripping down the cups of your bra, causing your breasts to spill out. You couldn't respond, only moans and whimpers falling from your lips as his mouth crashed down onto your nipple. He dragged a guttural moan from you as he started to suck and swirl his tongue around the nipple in his mouth, as his hand worked on the other, twirling and flicking it however he wanted. A growl escaped his lips as he felt you squirm, heard you moan, and you could feel the growing bulge in his sweatpants pushing against your thigh.

He didn't let up with his assault on your nipples, causing them to become extra sensitive, and as he could feel you squirming more, and hear your moans getting more desperate, he pushed his knee against your clothed heat, "Wet already baby?" He laughed, pushing more pressure into your already soaked heat, "Is that because of me? Or did Yeonjun get you started?" "N-no, not Yeonjun, never Y-Yeonjun," you stuttered through a whimper, the pressure of his knee feeling too much and not enough all at once. He hummed in response, and you couldn't tell if he believed you, but that didn't matter as his mouth attached itself to your nipple again. You moaned the loudest you had all night, hands flying to his hair, hips bucking against his knee, the assault on your nipples leaving you desperate for more pleasure. But Jungwon wasn't having that; he pinned your hips down to the bed with both hands, pulling his knee out from against your heat, and taking his mouth away from your nipple, leaving you desperate and wanting more. "Look at you rubbing yourself against my knee like a little whore," he deeply laughed, eyeing you with a look of dark hunger, "Only good girls get what they want," he tuts, smirking at the way you squirmed beneath him looking for some sort of friction against your core. He leaned in to your ear with the same smirk still spread across his face, "Do you want to be a good girl for me?" He whispered, and you nodded as fast as possible, willing to do anything to feel some sort of satisfaction. Jungwon laughed again, staring into your eyes before speaking his demand, "Stand at the edge of the bed."

You hurried to your feet, placing them on the floor and standing at the edge of the bed. Jungwon had adjusted himself, sitting in front of you, cock already slipped out of his pants, hard and leaking, as he slowly stroked himself with one hand, leaning back against the other. You gulped at the sight, never seeing him look so fucked out in such a small amount of time. "Strip for me," were the next words to come out of this mouth, a strong, demanding tone sending shivers down your spine. You obeyed immediately, keeping your eyes on him as you slowly undid your bra, letting it drop to the floor. Jungwon kept his eyes on you, a low growl escaping his lips as you began to push down the tight shorts you had on after your bra had hit the floor. You kicked the shorts to the side before hooking your thumbs under your black lace underwear, slowly bringing them down your legs. Jungwon continued to pump himself slowly, eyes lingering on your dripping core as your panties revealed the beauty behind them. Before you could kick your panties to the side, Jungwon picked them up with his free hand, before bringing them to his nose and inhaling. Heat rushed to your core, the wetness getting even more intense at the scene in front of you.

Jungwon continued to inhale the scent of your wet panties, eyes locked with yours as he slowly stroked himself. He smirked as he watched you rub your thighs together and bite your lips at the image in front of you. Before long, he pulled the panties away from his face, stuffing them in his pockets before speaking, "On your knees." You scrambled to your knees, being shocked out of the hold the scene had on you. Immediately, Jungwon grabbed your hair and pulled you closer to his member, "Open up baby," he whispered, and you did, mouth open and tongue out, ready for him to use you. He groaned at the sight of your compliance, before pushing himself into your mouth, hand still gripping your hair. Your hands flew to his thighs for support as Jungwon slowly thrusted into your mouth, hissing at the tight fit. You looked up at him as tears started to form in your eyes, which caused him to speed up his movements, losing it at the sight of your fucked out face. His groans became more intense, louder and primal, like the slight thread he was holding onto had finally snapped, and you reveled in it. The pain of him hitting the back of your throat was bearable, in fact, you enjoyed it, because it meant you got to see Jungwon lose control over you. His thrust became sloppier as his groans got louder, his eye contact with you never breaking, "Fuck baby, you take my cock like such a good little slut," he panted out, not stopping his movements. "Gonna cum down your throat, replace all those fucking words and laughs with Yeonjun with my cum," you moaned around his thick member, which sent him over the edge. A guttural moan left his mouth as his orgasm hit, not stopping his movements as he came down your throat. The hot ropes filling up your mouth and escaping from your lips as he widly fucked your face through his orgasm. As he slowed down, and eventually stopped, orgasm coming to an end, he looked you in the eyes as you swallowed the rest of his cum, "My good girl," he meweled, rubbing his thumb against your jaw, as you pulled off of his cock with a small pop. He rose to his feet, and you followed his lead, doing the same, eyes never leaving each other. "Lie on the bed baby," and you did, crawling up to the pillows and lying on your back. Jungwon stripped himself of his clothes, sweat already clinging to his body from his previous orgasm. He crawled up the bed slightly, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs and hips, "You did so well trying to prove what a good girl you are," he praised, kisses starting to land on your thighs, making you shiver. "Should I reward you now?" You nodded again, but he didn't move, hands still caressing you, and lips leaving featherlight kisses too far away from where you wanted them, "Please Jungwon," you breathed, and you felt him smirk against you, "That's my girl." You felt him shift first, and then his breath against your core, causing a gush of heat to rush to your centre. Jungwon didn't need to say anything, you both knew how insanely wet you already were, he just moved his hands to spread your folds open, observing the delicious sight in front of him.

You squirmed, and he used one of his hands to hold you down, before a kitten lick was felt between your folds. A small moan escaped your lips before more kitten licks were felt against you, Jungwon wanting to tease you before he gave you your reward. It felt like an eternity before Jungwon pushed his tongue flat against your core, dragging it slowly from top to bottom, drawing out a long moan from your lips. He began sucking on your clit, using his entire mouth to pleasure you. Your hands flew into his hair again, pulling at the strands, drawing a growl from Jungwon. He continued sucking on your clit, then swirling his tongue around it, keeping a firm pressure to build your orgasm. He brought a finger to your entrance, swirling it around to tease you some more, before pushing it in all the way. Your hips tried to buck up off the mattress as a high-pitched moan escaped your lips, but Jungwon held you down. He pumped his finger, curling his finger up to bring another moan from your lips, feeling you become even wetter as he worked you. He eventually added a second finger, his mouth never stopping, keeping a steady rhythm and pressure as he worked you towards an orgasm. Your grip on his hair became stronger as you felt the heat inside you begin to coil, "J-Jungwon, I'm gonna cum," you breathed out between moans. He hummed against your core, his sign of approval for you to break against him, and you did. Your first orgasm crashed over you with electrifying heat, a loud moan escaping your throat, fingers clenching against Jungwon's hair, thighs spasming as your juices squirted out against Jungwon's fingers and face.

He pulled his mouth away to admire what just happened, but his fingers didn't stop. You were spasming and trying to push his hand away, but he pinned your hands above your head with his free hand. "Baby, that was so fucking hot," he breathed out, fingers still assaulting your pussy at the same speed that brought on your first orgasm. "You just squirted all over me," he continued, a wild look in his eye. You tried to speak, "J-Jungwon, p-please, I can't," he shushed you, pressing a kiss to your lips. "Yes you can baby, one more, okay? One more for me?" He didn't wait for your answer, just added his thumb to your clit while continuing to pace of his fingers. He pressed down and swirlled with intense pressure, trying to rush your second orgasm, and it worked. This time you screamed, no warning, just a loud, primal moan, and your juices squirting out again. Jungwon's face wasn't there to stop your juices this time; your sheets ended up soaked, along with Jungwon's body. He eased his pace this time, working you down from your second orgasm, "Fuck baby, you're so hot," he was panting, and when you looked him over, you noticed his dick was hard and leaking again.

You were so sensitive, but you couldn't help but crave to be filled by him, "Jungwon, p-please," you barely managed to get out, still calming down from two intense orgasms. "What is it baby?" he spoke, before gliding the fingers he had inside you into his mouth, both of you groaning at the same time. "I-I want you inside me, please baby," you begged, trying not to moan again as you watched him suck his fingers lean of your juices. He smirked again, feeling his ego inflate over the fact that only he could make you like this. "Does your needy hole need filling baby? Is it begging to be filled up by me?" You nodded, a whimper falling past your lips at his dirty words. "Say it," he demanded, slowly grabbing hold of himself with a hiss at the sensation. "M-my hole needs to be filled by you, o-only you Jungwon," you breathed out. A groan came from Jungwon's lips at the sounds of your words, "That's right baby, it's only satisfied by me," he whispered in your ear as he lined himself. You spread your legs for him as he placed one of his hands next to your head, and the other at the base of his cock. He slapped his member against your heat, a surprised moan coming out of your throat, before he slid against your folds, gathering up your slick, "I could make you cum just from this, couldn't I baby?" he breathed into your ear, rubbing against your clit as he continued to collect your juices on your member. You nodded, because it was true, you were so hungry for him that this simple act could make you reach another orgasm, but you wanted more. "P-please Jungwon, p-please fuck me," you whimpered, and another groan escaped his lips as his hips faltered at your words.

He didn't utter a word as he lined himself up at your entrance, only your heavy breathing being heard. Without warning, he slammed himself into you, hips pushing against yours as he buried himself in deep. Primal moans escaped both of you at the intense feeling. He held himself there, feeling how tight you clenched around him, as you reveled in the feeling of being filled to the brim by his member. "Fuck," he breathed out, now grinding against you, letting himself feel your squishy walls, your tight pussy, the needy hole that belonged to him. You loved knowing you did this to him, made him give in to his desires and snap, knowing you had just as much of a hold on him as he had on you. Before your thoughts could wander too far, Jungwon pulled practically all the way out before slamming back in again, "Your pussy needs me doesn't it baby?" He breathed out as he continued his slow but powerful thrust. You moaned in response, unable to form any words at the intense pleasure you were feeling, his cock hitting all the right places inside of you. Instead, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into his back in pleasure. This encouraged Jungwon to speed up his thrust, pistoning into you at such an immense speed, it felt like your brain would melt.

His hand found its way to your throat, lightly squeezing as he forced you to look at him. His eyes were blown out and extremely dark, showing how lost he was in pleasure, "You're mine baby. No one elses, only mine." He growled, his thrusts never letting up, his hand keeping its position on your throat, you nodded the best you could before speaking, "I'm yours, I'm only yours. I don't want anybody else, ever, only you, only Jungwon," you babbled, tears spilling out of your eyes because of the pleasure. Your fucked out state causing Jungwon to moan the loudest you had heard out of him all night. His hand left your throat, moving to the back of your thigh, alongside his other hand. He pushed your legs to your chest, his thrust now hitting even deeper, still at a wrecking speed and pressure. You don't know what sound came out of you, but it could only have been described as instinctual. Jungwon managed to balance your legs against him, moving one of his hands to your clit, adding to the intense pleasure. He started rubbing at the same pace as his thrusts, "Let go for me baby, show me what I do to you, let me feel you cum all over my cock," another guttural moan escaped from your throat as your third orgasm of the night overtook you. Jungwon felt your walls clamp around him causing his hips to falter, a moan escaping him as he felt his own orgasm approach. "Gonna fill you up baby, fill your hole up with my cum, show you're mine, only mine," his words slurred together as he chased his high, a high-pitched moan escaped his lips as you felt his hot cum coat your walls in your wrecked state. He continued to fuck you through both your orgasms, filling your pussy up with his cum until it was dripping out the sides.

Jungwon collapsed on top of you, his member still inside you as it slowly started to soften. You were both panting hard, sweat running off your bodies, as well as a mix of your juices and Jungwon's cum. As Jungwon got his breath back, he pushed himself up so he wasn't squishing you, bringing a hand to your jaw, stroking it with his thumb, "You okay? Sorry if I went a bit overboard," he whispered, looking slightly embarrassed. You sank into his hand, giggling before replying, "Jungwon, that was amazing, seriously, but were you really jealous over Yeonjun?" He pouted at you, rolling off of you and pulling you into his chest. "Baby, you know I can't help it! I just feel a little bit of jealousy sometimes." 

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blurred boundaries (teaser) - koga yudai

pairing: famous-ceo!k/chaebol!k x pa!reader/afab!reader genre: ceo x personal assistant!au, forbidden love, enemies to lovers (kind of), angst, smut (mdni) synopsis: your life as a personal assistant is anything but easy, especially when your boss is none other than the famous ceo koga yudai, commonly known as K. what happens when K forces you into a situation that blurs the lines of your professional boundaries? disclaimers: THIS IS JUST THE TEASER! purely fictional!! all parties are consenting!! not proofread!! text/message conversations written into the story!! i also made up names and concepts for this fic (such as the company k runs, the magazine he is in an interview for etc.), mentions of other kpop idols as characters (yunjin) teaser word count: 2.3k full fic word count: approx 25k+

5am. Every day the same: wake up, shower, makeup, outfit, two coffees, get in your car, and meet your boss at his front door for 7am .

Here you were, 6:58am, standing outside the front door of K's apartment, two iced americanos in your hand, the condensation forming around the cups. You never knocked or made your arrival known; you never had to, K's door would always open at exactly 7am.

You still remember the first morning you arrived at his apartment, ringing the doorbell to notify him of your arrival at 6:59:46. The door flew open, K's tall stature intimidating you at first. He sighed, looking you up and down, studying you, "Never ring the doorbell, never knock - I'm never late." You never made that mistake again, and he didn't lie; he was truly never late.

The door flew open at 7am sharp, K stepping out swiftly and offering you a nod. You handed him his coffee and both began your walk to the elevator; you always had to walk a little faster to keep up with his long strides.

As you both stepped into the elevator, tablet in hand, you pressed the button for the basement car park and began explaining what was on the agenda for the day.

"9am you have an interview with Talent Magazine. They'll be asking you about ranking as the number one tech company again. It will last approximately two hours. From 11am until 12pm, you'll have your own time in your office. 12pm, your father is coming in for a meeting-" a sigh escaped K's lips. Irritation obvious in the way his jaw briefly tightened.

Your eyes flickered from the screen in front of you to K's eyes, eyebrow raising slightly, "Do you want me to reschedule?" He didn't hold your gaze, just shaking his head before replying, "No, it's okay. Continue." Your focus went back to the screen, continuing to relay his schedule to him.

"I extended your lunch break for today, giving you until 3pm. Meetings with your father can be... unpredictable, so I allowed for some extra time. After that, you're attending the marketing sector's meeting to give your approval on some new ideas, which should finish up at around 5:30pm. I'll then drive you to the Royal Artisan for a planned dinner with one of your father's chosen marriage prospects. I will wait for you to finish and drive you home."

The doors to the elevators opened with a ding, K stepping out first and walking towards your car, the luxury car he gifted you after your first six months, stating, 'if you were driving him around, he needed to be comfortable.'

As you slid into the driver's seat, and K into the passenger seat, you packed your tablet into your bag and placed it on the backseat. K broke the silence before you started the car, "I almost thought the day had been saved with your consideration of my lunch break. But now I have the thought of having to meet a random woman I couldn't care less about, weighing me down." Another sigh escaped his lips, eyes fixed ahead of him.

The engine purred as you started the car. "I'll be waiting at the restaurant if you decide to end the meeting early." You spoke, trying to offer some professional comfort. You noticed a small smirk tug at K's lips, "I might have to take advantage of that."

If you could have, you would have rolled your eyes at him, feeling sorry for the woman who would have to put up with him this evening. K had always been reluctant to meet the women his father had chosen; He was reluctant to do anything his father wanted. Yet, he still took on the position of CEO at Te-K Interprises, still upheld the family legacy, still went to the meetings, the parties, the dinners, he did everything expected of him - he just had to make his father's blood boil alongside it all.

You didn't know why K acted this way towards his father, and you never dared to ask, always maintaining your professional boundaries. But there were times when you let your thoughts wander, you questioned his behaviour, questioned his personality, questioned him. Why was he so reluctant to marry? Why was he so blunt? So arrogant? So... distant from everybody?

The car ride to the company building was quiet, nothing different from the usual routine. K was lost in thought, staring out the window the entire time. He stepped out of the car first, striding towards the elevator, as you struggled to grab your belongings and keep up with him - he never looked behind, never checked - he was always looking ahead.

This time, the elevator ride was surrounded in a comfortable, recognizable silence between the two of you, reaching the top floor before the company came to life. K liked to arrive at his office early, before any of the staff had started to flood the floors below him, using the time to prepare himself for his day.

You walked slightly behind him as he entered his office, taking his coffee cup as he placed it on his desk, already empty. He sat down in his chair - deep breath in, deep breath out, clasping his hands together at the end - he was ready to start his day. You straightened your shoulders and asked the same question you asked every day, "Is there anything I can do for you before I leave?"

You prepared for a no, or a wave of his hand to signal he was fine, but instead he looked at you as if he was contemplating something before he gave you a response, "I want you to sit in on the meeting with my father."

Your eyes opened in shock momentarily, the idea of being in the presence of his father for more than a minute feeling foreign in your mind. You weren't sure why he asked you to do this, what would happen, but who were you to deny a professional request from your boss? You cleared your throat to regain your composure. "Noted. I'll add it to my calendar. Is that all?"

"That's all." He gave you a nod before his eyes fell to his computer screen. Nodding to yourself in understanding, you turned on your heel and exited his office, closing the door with a gentle click.

You sat down at your desk that was practically right next to his office, spacious and luxurious, giving the air of a hotel reception. No one saw K until they had gone through you, no one spoke to K until they had gone through you - you were the metaphorical gatekeeper to K and his office.

The hours between 8am and 9am were for preparation, both you and K using the hour to get ready for the day. Whether that be going over notes, personal schedules, emails, and more for the work ahead, or doing something to relax your mind before the start of another busy day.

You opened up your phone, typing a message to your friend in hopes she could ease your mind as it began to run through a million scenarios at once regarding the meeting you had to sit in on in just a few hours.

y/n: please tell me you're awake

yunjin: of course i'm awake yunjin: why what's up?

y/n: my boss asked me to sit in on a meeting with his father today and i'm freaking out

yunjin: you're talking about K, right?

y/n: yes

yunjin: the same K who always sends you off somewhere else when his father is around?

y/n: the one and only

yunjin: what the fuck? yunjin: is he okay? yunjin: wait, this is the first time you'll get a proper glimpse into his relationship with his dad yunjin: what if you learn some tragic backstory that explains K's arrogance? yunjin: you HAVE to give me all the details

y/n: yunjin that's not the point y/n: i cannot come up with a single answer as to why he wants me in that meeting

yunjin: moral support?

y/n: absolutely not

yunjin: maybe it's a business meeting that needs a note taker?

y/n: ... y/n: how did i not come to that conclusion

yunjin: because you've already been up for over 3 hours and are running on no more than 4 hours of sleep, and that's why i'm here yunjin: but seriously if you get any gossip, you've got to tell me

A quiet laugh escaped your lips as you locked your phone and placed it back in your bag, feeling calmer now that you had spoken with Yunjin, your best friend from back in high school. You opened up your computer to a Teams message from K.

CEO - Koga Yudai: Be in my office 5 minutes before my father arrives.

As the time approached 11:55am, the time K requested for you to be in his office, you finished up your small tasks and cleaned your desk. Placing your tablet under your arm, you took a few deep breaths before approaching his office door. You knocked once to alert K of your presence before entering his office for the second time of the day. His eyes immediately leaving his computer screen to capture yours. You stood by the door after closing it behind you, waiting for his instructions.

K stood from his chair and made his way towards the middle of the office, where a luxurious table sat, with two leather chairs on each side. He sat down in his usual spot, gesturing to the chair next to him for you to sit.

As you made your way over, one of your thoughts spilled from your brain and out of your mouth, "Will your father be okay with no one greeting him upon his arrival to this floor?"

K raised an eyebrow at you before answering, "I'm sure he'll be fine this once." You nodded in response, sitting down in the chair next to him, which was at a respectful distance, and placing your tablet in your lap.

You opened it up to get ready to take the meeting notes, but K's hand found the back of the tablet, slowly closing it again. You stared at your lap with wide eyes, K's fingers almost touching your thigh due to the size difference between his hand and your tablet. He spoke matter-of-factly, "You won't be needing that."

"What about the meeting notes?" You questioned, turning your head to now meet his gaze. He was already looking at you, his brown eyes softer than you've ever seen them, closer than you've ever seen them.

"I don't need you to take notes today, I just need you to go along with what I say."

You almost scoffed at his words, his arrogance shining through once again, and pushing on the buttons you worked so hard to keep calm. Instead, you nodded, slowly, unsure of what was going on inside his head. He whispered a quiet "good" into the air just as the door opened and his father stepped into the room.

You stood, bowing to him, while K stayed seated in his chair, shocking you slightly. You didn't raise your head until his father spoke to you, "Miss Y/N, I didn't know you'd be joining us."

Once again, you were confused, but maintained your composure, taking your seat and meeting the intimidating man's eyes, "Sir, it's a pleasure to see you again. I'm here at Mr. Yudai's request."

K stiffened at the use of that name, one he told you to stop using after your first day working for him. His jaw clenched slightly as his father didn't respond to you and instead turned his attention to him.

"Yudai. Why have you brought your assistant into this meeting?"

He sighed, head falling into his hand as his arm rested on the side of the chair, "As you know, my assistant has a name," he paused looking to you briefly before continuing, "And if I want Y/N to be with me during a meeting, that should be perfectly acceptable, shouldn't it?"

K's father shook his head at the attitude his son gave him, his fist clenching slightly. "Your attitude never fails to surprise me. Who would have thought a child given everything could be so ungrateful?"

You sat in silence, eyes in your lap, feeling uncomfortable in the growing tension of the room. K's father was glaring at the man next to you, and K? His head was still lying lazily in his hand, a small smirk spread across his face, no sign of respect present at all.

"Yes, Father, we all know I'm an ungrateful child. But that's not why you're here, is it?" He spoke, the fingers in his lap tapping idly along his thigh. "Can we get to the point?"

"My god boy," his father sighed, "This is exactly why all the prospects I've arranged for you have declined the marriage proposals."

"Maybe you just haven't offered them enough money?" K suggested with a smug tone.

His father's jaw tightened, anger starting to take over his facial features, but before he could speak again, K's voice took up the space. "You're here to talk about my future marriage, yes?"

"There is nothing else for me to discuss." His father sighed.

"Well, you'll be pleased to know an arrangement has been made." K continued, his head finally leaving his hand as he sat up straight for the first time since his father entered the room.

Your eyes were on him now, unaware that he had found someone. Wondering when he had the time to do so in the schedule you organised for him. Questioning how in the hell he managed to get someone to want to marry him.

"Really, my boy? That's wonderful news!" His father beamed, a smile beginning to spread across his face. "You must introduce her to the family."

"There's no need, you've already met," K began, slowly turning towards you. He reached for one of your hands in your lap, locking eyes with you before continuing, "I'm marrying Miss Y/N."

author's note: again this is just the teaser! i'm hoping to have this fic finished in the next couple of days!! please let me know if you would like to be tagged when the full fic is out >,<

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i'm only jealous 'cause you're mine - nakakita yuma

pairing: bf!yuma x afab!reader genre: established relationship, jealousy, smut(mdni), angst (?) warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, swearing, arguing, slight angst, cheating accusations, slightly toxic relationship (?), slight physical aggression (specifically pushing and a slap), angry sex, possessive sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl!), exhibitionism(?), yuma is a huge tease, dom!yuma, oral (f recieving), photos during sex, breeding kink (?), creampie, overstimulation - let me know if i missed any! disclaimers: purely fictional!! all parties are consenting!! not proof read!! synopsis: yumas jealousy gets the best of him after you and nicholas were too close for his liking word count: 4k

You were spending a few nights with the members out of the city during their well-deserved break, the company paying for a holiday house hidden away from the public eye.

The house was huge, allowing every member to have their own room, multiple bathrooms on each floor, a huge shared living space and kitchen, as well as an outdoor entertainment area with a pool, barbecue, and a huge grassed area.

At first, you questioned whether you should be in attendance, claiming that you didn't want to impose on the boys' rest time, but Yuma assured you they wanted you there, even calling them in the group chat to get the boys to tell you themselves. They enthusiastically persuaded you to come on the holiday, claiming they needed someone to rein Yuma in when he got too rowdy, and that you were part of the family anyway.

So here you were, day 2 of the holiday, sunbaking in your bikini while most of the boys spent their time in the pool. You watched in amusement as they tackled each other both in the pool and into the pool, eyes locking with a wet Yuma leaning against the pool's edge. His wet hair was pushed back, held in place by his sunglasses, water dripping down his face and onto his toned chest. He sent a wink your way before turning his attention to a not-so-sneaky Harua trying to jump on him in the pool. A laugh escaped your lips, which didn't go unnoticed by an emerging Nicholas, pulling himself out of the pool.

"Are you laughing at Harua trying to sneak up on the members?" He laughed, taking a seat on the pool chair next to yours, putting his arm behind his head to look at you while you conversed.

"Oh, absolutely, he's really trying to take them by surprise, but failing miserably," you giggled, still watching the scene in front of you.

Nicholas laughed with you, making it sound like the funniest thing in the world as he ran his free hand through his wet hair.

The enthusiastic sound of Nicholas' laugh caught Yuma's attention, his eyes wandering to where you and Nicholas were spread out on your pool chairs. His jaw tightened slightly at the sight of your shared laughs, but Yuma brushed it off, knowing he had the tendency to get jealous over small things.

However, as time went by, his eyes never left you two for long. He watched as you both continued to laugh and talk together; Nicholas leaning over to whisper something in your ear that must have been incredibly funny, given your reaction. Your hand found his bicep as you hunched over in laughter, tightening your grip to hold it for support. Yuma watched his friend's eyes quietly linger over your body as you leaned slightly closer to him, a slight blush evident on the tips of his ears at the close proximity you now had. Yuma's jaw clenched even tighter, grinding his teeth slightly at the gnawing feeling in his chest.

You and Nicholas were oblivious to the storm you were creating in Yuma's chest, continuing your conversation as the other members started climbing out of the pool. Yuma didn't bother with pleasantries as he approached, planting himself on your pool chair, right in the middle of your conversation with Nicholas, wetting you both in the process.

"Yuma! You got me wet!" You pouted, not really caring, but also not liking the chill that followed after the wind now.

"Sorry baby," he purred, glancing at you over his shoulder, a slight smirk on his lips. You rolled your eyes at him with a smile on your face, before climbing off the pool chair to stand in front of both Yuma and Nicholas.

"Alright boys, let's go inside with everyone else," you spoke, clasping your hands together. Yuma's eyes weren't on you, but on his friend across from him, who was staring up at you like you held the moon in your hands (or so it seemed to Yuma).

As you made your way inside, everyone else was already claiming their spot in the living area, "Yuma, get us a spot please? I'm just going to head upstairs and get changed," You sent him a smile as you spoke, watching him nod in response. Without a second thought, you made your way upstairs to your shared room with Yuma.

In the room, you opened your suitcase to find some comfortable clothes to lounge around in with the boys. As you were searching for something to wear, you heard the bedroom door click closed and felt two arms snake around your waist before you could react, causing you to freeze out of shock.

"Yuma," you breathed out, "You scared me baby." You relaxed in his hold as he squeezed you tighter. "What are you doing up here?"

His hands fell to your hips, spinning you around to face him; his hair was dry now, but he was still shirtless in only his bathing shorts, sunglasses nowhere to be found. He stared into your eyes for half a second before his gaze fell to your lips, staying there for a beat longer than usual before a sigh escaped his lips.

"Yuma?" You questioned again, pressing your forehead to his to draw a response from him. His grip on your hips tightened, his gaze back on yours as his eyes darkened, moving his forehead away from yours to look down at you.

"What was all that with Nicholas?" He asked, venom seeping into his words. You tilted your head in confusion, holding his stare as you tried to process what he was asking you.

"What?" Is all you managed to get out, utterly confused at the boy's question. He rolled his eyes at you, hands dropping from your hips as one rested on his own, the other running through his hair.

"Don't play dumb, Y/N," he practically growled, holding your gaze more intensely, "You and Nicholas were having a great time on your own."

"You mean, we had a great time... talking?" You questioned, not sure what had made him so frustrated, or mad, or upset - honestly,y you weren't sure what he was feeling at this point.

"Talking? Is that what we're calling it now?" He laughed, throwing his hands up in the air in disbelief. Now you were getting frustrated at your boyfriend, confused as to why he was mad that you got along with his members.

"Are you fucking kidding me Yuma?," you spat, losing your patience all too quickly at his ridiculous attitude, "You're mad that I actually get along with your members? Is that what this is?"

"I'm not mad you get along with my members," he laughed mockingly, "I'm mad you decided to flirt with one of them right in front of me," he stepped closer to you, towering over you as he continued with an accusatory tone, "If you wanted to cheat on me you could have atleast done it out of my fucking view."

You shoved his chest to get him away from you, his brow ticking at the force, "Fuck you Yuma," you spat, trying to push past him and leave the room. Yuma grabbed your wrist, pulling you back to stand in front of him, his grip not wavering, while your free hand tried to pull his away.

"What? You're just gonna leave?" He spat, voice getting louder as his anger became more intense, "Not going to try and prove me wrong?" he continued, his intense glare feeling heavy on your own. When you didn't answer him, he let out a single laugh, "Oh, I know! You're going to go to Nicholas, aren't you?"

That's when your hand met his cheek, a loud echo bouncing off the walls, and a slight red mark appearing where your hand just was. You both stood frozen for a moment, unfamiliar with this current situation; you and Yuma had never argued like this before.

Before you could react, apologise, check if he was okay, his lips were on yours in a hungry kiss. Hands flying to the sides of your face to hold you still. Your mouth opened in shock, a gasp escaping as his tongue slipped its way inside, pulling another sound from your throat. You stood in shock, before melting under the heat of his lips, the way his tongue instantly dominated your mouth, the way his grip on your face was strong but not painful. Your hands flew around his neck, pulling him closer to you as he walked you backwards.

The back of your knees hit the bed first, one of Yuma's hands moving to cradle your head as your back hit the mattress. His lips never left yours, stealing your breath as he continued his assault on your mouth.

His lips found their way down your neck, nibbling and sucking until he pulled a moan from your lips. His hands were everywhere, grabbing and squeezing every inch of you like he was scared he would forget how you felt.

As his lips made their way closer to your chest, he pulled your bikini strap through his teeth, letting it flick onto your skin, earning a hiss from you. His eyes met yours, dark and blown out, consumed with hunger and lust.

Yuma smirked at your already disheveled state, "Do you think Nicholas could make you feel like this?" he purred, his finger tracing the marks he left on your neck, "Do you think he could..." his voice trailed as his fingers travelled lower before lightly wiping over your already soaked bikini bottoms, "...make you this wet, this quickly?"

You moaned, hips bucking up into his hand to try and chase some sort of pressure, but Yuma removed his fingers quickly, holding his gaze and smirk. "Come on princess, answer me."

"N-no," you stuterred, hands still looped around his neck, finding their way into his hair, "D-don't care about him, only you." You gently pulled on his strands, a groan leaving his mouth. His lips crashed back into yours, while one hand yanked your bikini top off in one movement.

You gasped in shock again, Yuma using the opportunity to slide his tongue back inside as his hand found its way to one of your nipples. You moaned as he began teasing it, such a different comparison to the heated kiss; His finger moved slowly, feather-light touches brushing over your sensitive nipple, while his mouth consumed you in a feverish hunger.

His mouth moved south again, but he didn't waste time in capturing your other nipple between his teeth, a light squeeze dragging a groan from your chest. You arched into his touch, chasing his warmth and pressure.

Yuma's mouth and hands were in sync; as his mouth sucked one nipple, his fingers pulled on the other, as his tongue flicked, so did his fingers. Your hands pulled tighter at his hair, wanting more from the hungry man on top of you.

"Something you want baby?" He chuckled, face hovering above yours once again. You could only nod, lost in the intensity of Yuma's gaze. "Words. Good girls use their words." He whispered next to your ear, mouth ghosting over one of his earlier marks.

You shuddered at the feeling of his breath so close to you, "Want more," you breathed out.

Yuma let out a breathy chuckle, hands now trailing over your body with a light touch, almost ticklish. "Baby, come on now..." he started, eyes roaming yours as a hand came to your jaw, a strong grip forcing you to maintain eye contact, "...you need to use your words better. I still don't know what you want."

You shuddered again, lost under the control Yuma had over you during these moments, "I-I want you to touch me Yuma, please." You almost cried out, eyes opening in shock when you realised how loud you were getting.

Yuma just smirked at you, "Uh-huh... but where?" he feigned confusion and innocence, "I don't know where you want me to touch you." A fake pout fell on his lips as you squirmed beneath him.

"M-my pussy..." you whispered, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Hmm? What was that? I can't hear you?"

"My pussy Yuma, please!" You practically yelled, overcome by the need to be touched by your teasing boyfriend.

"That's right baby, be loud," he chuckled, a hand slowly moving its way down your side, "Let them hear you, let Nicholas hear you."

Yuma made his way to your pulsing core, hands slowly caressing your sides. He kissed lower and lower, from your chest, to your stomach, until he reached the band of your bikini bottoms, but instead of giving you what you wanted, his lips moved to your inner thighs.

Feather-light kisses covered your thighs, strong hands holding your hips to stop your squirming, "It's okay baby, I'll give you what you want," he breathed, whispering into your thigh, "When I'm ready."

You groaned in frustration, wanting nothing more than to feel some release from your pent-up desires. "Please, Yuma, please, please, pleas- ah!" Without warning, you felt a slap against your core, a surprised moan escaping you.

"Stop being impatient," Yuma growled, before he gripped your bikini bottoms with his teeth. He slowly pulled them down, looking into your eyes until they were off your legs. Pulling them out of his mouth, he turned them inside out, before showing you your own wetness, "Look at that baby, look at how wet I make you."

A deep blush spread across your face at the sight of your own slick covering your bikini, Yuma smirking once again at your embarrassment. He hummed in satisfaction before bringing the panties to his mouth, his tongue pocking out in a small kitten lick. His eyes rolled back at the slight taste of your arousal, "Fuck baby, can't wait to taste you properly."

Yuma dived between your legs, disregarding your bikini on the floor. His breath fanned over your dripping folds, sending shivers up your spine. His arms wrapped around the top of your legs, holding you in place, before you felt the brush of his nose against your core. A small moan escaped you, anticipating the relief you've been waiting for.

Yuma didn't waste any more time, no more teasing, as his tongue went flat against your core, dragging from top to bottom. A guttural moan erupted from your chest, hands flying back to his hair. Yuma growled at the feeling of you pulling on his strands, encouraging him to keep up his wild assault on your core.

You tried to grind against his face, chasing more pressure, but he held a strong grip on you, keeping your hips pinned to the mattress. Yuma sucked on your clit, not letting up no matter how hard you pulled at his hair - he knew you liked the intense pleasure, the overstimulation, because you were his.

You were so lost in the feeling of his mouth ravaging your pussy, you didn't notice that one of his hands left your hip until a finger pushed straight through your entrance. You almost screamed from the pleasure, the sudden intrusion feeling heavenly and painful all at the same time. Yuma moaned against you, loving the reactions you gave him.

"Fuck, Yuma," You moaned, slightly grinding into his face now that his grip has loosened.

"That's right, baby, say my name," he breathed out, poking his head out slightly to look at you, the bottom of his face covered in your slick. You groaned at the sight, your juices dripping from his lips and chin, his flushed face, confident smirk, and messy hair pushing you further over the edge. "Let them know who's making you feel this good." He growled before dipping back down to continue his feast on your pussy.

You moaned louder, your care for what the other boys could hear completely gone from your mind. "Yuma.. Fuck... It's so fucking good," you moaned, grinding against his face more.

You felt another finger push its way inside you, his mouth never stopping. His pace was unrelenting, fingers thrusting into you, curling at the right spots to bring primal sounds from your chest.

You could feel your high approaching, the coil in your stomach tightening at the wild pace Yuma had set. "Mmm, gonna cum," you gasped, moans filling the space of the room.

"Gonna cum for me baby? Cum all over my face?" Yuma murmured against your core. It sent you over the edge, your high crashing down in extreme force. Your walls clenched around Yuma's fingers, almost preventing him from continuing his movements, a loud moan of his name filled the room, and escaped under the door.

Yuma worked you through your high, letting you squeeze your thighs around his head and moaning at the feeling. He licked up all your juices, savouring the taste before pulling away to get a good look at you.

"Fuck, look at you baby," a hand ran through his hair as he took you in, the other sliding out of your entrance, as he brought his fingers to his mouth to suck them dry. Your walls clenched around nothing at the sight of him. "You look so fucking hot right now, all fucked out underneath me. Can I take a picture, baby? Hmm? You'll let right?" He babbled, unable to control his desires.

You dumbly nodded, too lost in the afterglow of your orgasm, as Yuma pulled his phone from his pocket. A huge grin spread across his face as the flash went off on his phone. "Fuck..." he groaned, taking in the picture on his screen before tossing his phone to the side.

Before you could register it, Yuma had stripped himself of his bottoms and underwear, and was climbing over your fucked out frame. "Not done yet baby, need to fill you up." He murmured, grabbing his cock and stroking it a few times.

You looked down at his already hard member, its red, leaking tip, loving the way his brows furrowed as he stroked himself. "Spread your legs," he demanded.

You immediately opened your legs for him, Yuma holding the base of his cock, while his other hand was by your head, holding himself up. He positioned himself against your core, but didn't push himself in yet; instead, he slapped his tip against your already sensitive clit.

You jolted at the sudden contact, a whine slipping through your lips. Yuma just smirked as he started rubbing himself through your folds, collecting up all the slick his mouth missed just earlier.

He teased your entrance with his tip, poking at it slightly before pulling away and rubbing through your folds again. You groaned every time he didn't push into you, grabbing onto his shoulders in frustration, "Please, Yuma, don't wanna wait."

Before you could beg again, Yuma's hips slammed into yours, a loud gasp falling from your lips, as a groan fell from his. "Fuck," he moaned out, feeling your walls clenching and sucking him in, "Already trying to milk me, huh?"

You couldn't respond, too busy reveling in the sudden stretch, the fullness of his member inside you. Yuma pulled out before slamming back in again, setting a relentless speed from the start. The force and speed of his thrust caused the bed to creak, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room alongside both your moans and groans.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, and your walls clenched tighter around him, dragging a guttural groan from his chest. You moaned at the feeling of his member assaulting your pussy, and the sounds escaping his lips.

Yuma grabbed your thighs, pressing them to your chest, now thrusting at a deeper angle, earning an almost scream to leave your throat. "Feel good baby?" he moaned, pace never faltering. You could only nod, words unable to form, your mind only focused on your primal desires.

"You're mine," he panted, eyes moving between where you were connected, and holding your gaze, "Only mine, no one else's." You nodded, moans falling from your lips, unable to control them, "Say it," he spat. "I-I'm yours! I'm Yuma's, only Yuma's," you stuttered, tears threatening to spill from your eyes at the build of your second high.

Your walls clenched impossibly tighter around him, dragging another primal groan to come out of his mouth, "You gonna cum soon baby?" he panted, eyes locked on yours. "G-gonna cum, mhm" you nodded, not sure if you were making sense anymore. "Go ahead baby, cum all over my cock."

Your second release hit hard, body twitching and spasming as you almost screamed Yuma's name. Walls clenching so tightly around his member that his pace faltered. Tears spilled down your face at the intense pleasure washing over your body, and the overstimulation of Yuma still pounding into your pussy.

You shook beneath him from pleasure, too fucked out to ask him to slow down as he chased his own release, "Gonna cum in you baby, fill up your pretty pussy, claim you as mine." Yuma babbled loudly as his release caught up to him. One, two, three thrust until he stilled inside you, a loud moaning filling the room, hot ropes of his cum coating your walls. You whined at the feeling, loving the way his cum felt inside you.

Yuma almost collapsed on top of you from the intensity of his orgasm, breathing heavily as he lay on top of you. Your hands found their way into his hair, playing with the strands as you both came down. He hummed at the sensation once his senses came down, slowly lifting himself up to peer down at you.

The darkness in his eyes had faded, now filled with pure love and adoration. Your fingers stayed loosely in his hair, as one of his hands found its way to your face, thumb caressing your jaw. Neither of you spoke, just taking in each other's presence.

"You okay?" he whispered, breaking the silence, eyes searching yours.

"Mhm," you nodded, offering a tired smile, "I'm okay."

He nodded at you, rolling to the side and dragging you on top of him. You perched on his chest, now smirking at his disheveled state. He groaned at the look on your face, "Don't give me that look."

"What look?" you questioned, trying not to laugh.

"That look!" He gestured to you, sighing as his head hit the pillow. You climbed off his chest and moved to his side, head resting on the pillow with him. He pouted at you before speaking, "I only get jealous 'cause you're mine."

"I didn't say anything." You laughed, hand finding the side of his face to push the loose strands of hair back.

"But you wanted to!" He protested.

"I'm not going to complain if you getting jealous leads to sex like this," you sighed contentedly, earning an eyebrow raise from your boyfriend and a cocky smirk to fall across his features before you continued, "Maybe I should start making you jealous on purpose."

"Hey, no!" he whined, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, "Don't do that, that's just mean." You giggled in his arms, not needing to respond.

You felt yourself dozing off until Yuma started moving his hands on the bed behind you, searching for something. "What are you doing?"

He grunted, mumbling in your ear, "Looking for my phone, wanna see the picture." You laughed at his perverted ways, not leaving his chest as he fumbled around you to get his phone.

"Ah, shit..." he sighed, staring at his screen, before looking down at you, "We're in trouble."

"Huh?" you questioned, not sure what he was talking about. He turned his phone to show you the screen, one new message appearing.

K: What the FUCK was that?

authors note: i love yuma so much send help, that boy DEFINITELY has a jealous streak got carried away again, but uh, let me know what you think! (can you tell i like writing jealousy scenarios)

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casual intimacy - boynextdoor

pairing: bf!boynextdoor x gn!reader genre: fluff, established relationship warnings/disclaimers: purely fiction content!! not proofread!! there are some hints at the members being idols in some of the scenarios but not all of them!! synopsis: how the members of boynextdoor would show casual intimacy with their significant other/not so obvious ways they show they love you word count: 300-450 per member

sungho - holding hands

You were used to Sungho's hands being linked with yours in one way or another; pinkies interlocked while queuing up for your daily coffee, finger tips holding onto each other while you aimlessly wandered the aisles of the supermarket, hands fully interlocked during date nights. So, it was no surprise that while you were sitting at the kitchen counter, one hand supporting your head, the other resting on the counter, Sungho's finger snaked their way into yours upon his arrival in the room.

"Good morning my love," he smiled from the other side of the counter, hand giving yours a light squeeze, "What are you thinking about so early in the morning?"

"Good morning baby," you offered him a sweet smile, returning the squeeze of his hand, "I was thinking about what we should do today."

Sungho leaned in closer, his nose scrunching as he listened to you, captivated by how cute you looked in the morning. "I think we should do nothing all day, just let me hold you, hmm?"

You offered him a small laugh, moving from the counter to walk to his front, hands never leaving each other. He grabbed your free hand as soon as you were in front of him, interlocking your fingers and smiling at the sight.

"I'll never get tired of this," he breathed, forehead finding yours as he peered into your eyes.

"Of what?" you questioned, a small flush spreading across your cheeks at the intimate moment.

"Of you," he offered, "Of waking up to the sight of you, the feeling of your hand in mind, being able to touch you and talk to you and be with you whenever I want, of knowing you're mine."

!other members under the cut!

riwoo - gaming (showing and explaining)

You and Riwoo had been together for quite some time, which meant you knew each other extremely well. He could tell when something was bothering you more than you wanted to admit, and you could tell when Riwoo wanted to do something, even when he said he didn't.

Like right now, for example, you had asked Riwoo if he wanted to go play some league for a bit, and he had sworn he had no interest, and was happy sitting here watching your show with you (that you had started without him, and he had no idea what was going on). You knew today was your day together, to use the entire day in each other's presence, but that didn't mean he had to torture himself. You sighed, shaking your head at him with a smile on your face.

"Riwoo," you called to him, hand finding his, "You can go play league, I'll even watch you so we can still spend time together."

He blinked at you, seeming shocked that you knew what he really wanted to do. A blush started to form across his face at the fact that you had figured him out. "Are you sure baby? I don't want to bore you..."

"I enjoy watching you play and listening to you explain the game to me. It's like I have my own pro gamer at home." You smiled at him, genuinely expressing how much you enjoyed the way he excitedly explained his game to you.

He smiled, taking your hand tighter in his, and pulling you with him to his PC, "Every win is for you baby, okay?"

"But what if you lose?" You questioned, causing your boyfriend to stop in his tracks and stare at you.

"How could you say that?" He mocked offense, "Do you have no faith in me?"

jaehyun - napping together

It was uncommon for you and Jaehyun to have an extensive amount of time together due to his ridiculously intense schedule, but when you did get that time together, you both took advantage of it.

It always starts with Jaehyun bursting through the door of your apartment with the biggest smile on his face, enveloping you in a tight hug as he presses kisses to your temple. Then, you're dragged to the couch and told to tell him everything that's happened since your last multi-day sleepover, even if he's heard it all over a call or message already.

The back and forth conversation lasts for hours until a yawn escapes one of your mouths, then Jaehyuns dragging you to the bedroom for a nap together, "Alright, time for us to nap together!"

"You don't have to nap with me babe, you still have so much energy," You laughed as he continued dragging you into the room. Jaehyun completely ignored your comment, set on the idea of you napping together.

He opens up the covers and gestures for you to curl up beside him. Your head finds its place on his chest, along with your hand, as both your legs entangle under the sheets. Jaehyun wraps his arms around you, holding you tight as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, "I love you baby," "You're everything to me," "You fit perfectly in my arms," "You were made for me."

When you finally wake up, eyes fluttering open, he's already awake, staring at you with a loving gaze, hand placed alongside your jaw as his thumb caresses your face, "I'm so in love with you."

"I love you too, Jaehyun," you giggle, leaning forward to press a small kiss to his lips.

"Wait, come back," he whines, chasing your lips before he's pulling you in to plant kisses all over your face, not stopping until his convinced his kissed every last spot.

taesan - sharing playlists/songs

Taesan had a quiet way of showing his love, very rarely making it obvious to the people around him that he was being affectionate. But you knew, you could see the way his eyes sparkled when he was showing you his love, the way he looked at you expectantly, hoping you could see his intentions.

Sharing songs, or making playlists for you was one of his favourite ways of showing you just how much he loved you. It was usually done through a text, a simple, 'made this playlist for you' or 'this song made me think of us'; there was the occasional 'tell me what you think of this' as he sent you the most beautifully written song you'd ever heard, pouring his feelings into the melody, the lyrics.

Today was a bit different. You were both lounging around the living room, Taesan sat against the couch, one arm on the armrest with phone in hand, the other twirling your hair in his fingers as your head rested in his lap. You both had your own media blasting in your ears, just content being in each other's presence, a small touch to remind the other you were still there.

As you were lying on his lap with your eyes closed, a song drifting through your ears, you felt a slight tap on your arm. Your eyes fluttered open to an expectant Taesan, eyes twinkling with anticipation. "You okay baby?" you asked, removing your headphones to give him your attention.

He nodded, "Mmm, yeah, I just wanted to show you this song." You gave him a smile, signalling to him that you would listen. You expected him to send it to you, but instead the melody started to flow out of his phone speakers. Your eyes didn't leave his face, but he avoided staring at you, feeling slightly embarrassed as he showed you the song that made him think of you, a slight blush starting to form on his face.

When the song ended, tears started forming in your eyes, and as Taesan finally looked at you, he was shocked to see you holding back tears. He made you sit up, grabbing your face softly with both your hands, "What's wrong baby? Why are you crying?"

"That was just so beautiful, Taesan. Those lyrics... that's really how you feel about me?" You breathed, eyes still on his. His blush grew deeper as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"Of course baby. You're my everything."

leehan - favourite animals

Leehan knew you didn't really have that much of a care for fish, whether they were from the ocean or the river, but still, you let him talk to you about everything he knew, all the fun facts he had stored in his brain, and it made him love you even more than he thought was possible.

Today you had organised a date at home, wanting to spend some quality time together, even suggesting a documentary about the ocean to watch together. Leehan's eyes lit up with joy at everything you suggested, just happy to be with you, but still appreciative that you took his interests into account.

As you watched the documentary together, he couldn't help but admire you as you asked him questions about things you knew he was knowledgeable about. Giving him your full attention as he answered your questions with as much detail as possible, a genuine thank you leaving your mouth as he explained his answer to you.

When the documentary came to an end, Leehan was already looking at you with a loving smile spread across his face. "You're so cute baby," he giggled, as you scrolled to find something else to watch.

You turned to him, not expecting the sudden compliment, "Where did that come from?" you laughed, giving him your attention now.

"It's just," he let out a content smile, "You always let me talk to you about fish, and you give me your genuine attention, and even go out of your way to learn more about the animals you had no care for before."

"Of course baby," you smiled, "It's something you love, of course I'm going to care about it. It's the same as when I show you the cute little animal videos I love, you always give your attention to it, even if it's not something you would usually watch."

You both smiled at each other, knowing the love you had was so strong, even your unique interests seemed interesting to the other.

woonhak - always touching

Woonhak has always been affectionate through touch, even before your relationship. As friends, he would grab your shoulders when he was excited, grab your wrist if he was scared, and shoulder-hug you goodbye. Now in a relationship, the physical affection has increased dramatically, not that you're complaining.

Out for food, where possible, he's next to you with your knees touching, and hand on your arm or thigh, and if he can't sit next to you, he's pulled his chair in as tight as possible to ensure your legs are touching under the table. He doesn't get shy around the members, having his arm around you while he engages in loud conversation, dragging you onto his lap when you return from the bathroom, chin on your shoulder as he continues to talk.

Today's no different, you're at the dorm, making breakfast for everyone as they slowly make their way to the table, yawns escaping their lips, hands rubbing their sleepy eyes. Jaehyun is the first to speak, "What are you making Y/N?"

"Just some eggs for everyone, toast if you guys want it." You replied, your attention not leaving the task in front of you. Behind you, a chorus of 'thank yous' and 'smells good' fills the room. Woonhak is yet to be seen, probably still hiding under the blankets as you left him.

Just as you're about to bring the eggs to the table so everyone can help themselves, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, "Good morning baby," Woonhak beams, placing a kiss on your cheek.

"Morning Woonhak," you smile, "Can you maybe, let me go so I can put everything on the table?"

"Nuh-uh, you left me alone in the bed for 20 minutes!! I'm never letting you go!" He pouts, staying connected to you as you struggle to walk to the table, the members laughing at the sight.

"Bro's whipped." Jaehyun laughs, members nodding in agreement as they start helping themselves to the breakfast you prepared. Woonhak sends a glare their way before turning his attention back to you, "Sit on my lap while we eat, okay?"

author's note: first boynextdoor post and first post for an entire group at once! what did you guys think? I'm such a sucker for these boys istg