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Call me Pearl! 28 she/her. I made this side blog so I can keep my main more organized. I've read SO MANY fics I just love, and want to keep them categorized here. Eventually I'll get around to complete organization, by each group and person and then chaptered/oneshots/drabble. For now I'll be using tags! Bare with me please <3
GENRE: Arranged Marriage!au, Marriage of Convenience-ish, Romance, Angst, Frenemies-to-Lovers, NSFW (mdni)
WARNINGS: mentions of cheating, cursing, drinking, sex, toxic parents, more…
⟢ SYNOPSIS: Two individuals with polar opposite lifestyles are thrown into an arranged marriage for the benefit of both their families, or so they claim. One is a frivolous playboy, living off familial wealth, while the other is an overly controlling workaholic. Navigating their marriage with a business-like approach, their relationship is marked by a whirlwind of bickering, banter, and societal pressures. Amid misunderstandings, they uncover layers of unexpected qualities, eventually discovering a sweet love neither saw coming.
⊹ A High Society Collection Story
Author’s Note: The second series to my HSC world! A romance filled tale that I love love writing about. If you like a good bickering couple, gripping at the edge of your seat and maybe laughing a little at the miseries of the leads, then perhaps give this a read? PSA-This one is on the mature side so minors do not interact. Enjoy reading!
⟢ CHAPTERS: 12
⟢ STATUS: COMPLETE
the room was dead quiet when seungmin opened his eyes. the digital clock on the nightstand read 3:14 am, the faint red numbers casting a low glow across the ceiling. he lay there on his back for a few minutes, staring at the shadows, waiting for sleep to pull him back under. it didn’t. his mind was just awake, refusing to shut down.
he rolled over onto his side, the mattress shifting slightly under his weight. you were fast asleep next to him, curled up with the blanket pulled halfway up your chest. your breathing was soft and steady, your shoulders rising and falling in a slow rhythm.
seungmin rested his head on his hand, just watching you in the dim light. you looked so peaceful. your hair was a little messy, a few strands clinging to your forehead, and your face was completely relaxed. he reached out, his long fingers carefully brushing those loose hairs back from your face so he could see you better.
he didn't mean to do anything else. he just wanted to feel close to you. he let his knuckles trail softly along the curve of your cheek, barely touching your skin. you let out a tiny, quiet sigh in your sleep, leaning slightly into his touch without waking up. it made something warm bloom in his chest. you were so pretty like this, so warm and soft and completely safe in his arms.
his hand drifted down to your shoulder, his thumb rubbing small, slow circles into your skin over the soft fabric of your t-shirt. he dragged his hand down your arm, feeling the soft heat radiating off you. he pulled the blanket down just a little bit, down past your waist, revealing the soft shorts you were wearing to bed.
he kept his touch light, tracing the side of your hip, his fingertips sliding over the waistband. he just wanted to stroke your skin, to keep comforting you while you slept. but as his hand lingered on your thigh, feeling the smooth skin there, he felt a sudden, familiar pulse low in his belly.
he tried to ignore it at first, shifting his hips back a bit. but as he kept looking at you—at your quiet face, your parted lips, the gentle rise and fall of your chest—the heat in his stomach only spread. he looked down at his own grey sweatpants and saw the obvious tent forming in the fabric. he was completely hard, his pulse thumping against his waistband.
seungmin swallowed hard, his throat dry. he looked back up at your face. you hadn't moved. you were still deep in sleep, completely unaware of how crazy you were making him just by lying there.
he couldn't help it anymore. he wanted to touch you. He wanted to make you feel good, even if you were asleep for it.
he carefully shifted closer, sliding one knee up between your legs. he brought his hand to the waistband of your shorts, his fingers hooking under the elastic. he moved slowly, keeping his eyes on your face, listening for any shift in your breathing as he gently pulled your shorts down over your hips. he guided them down your thighs and slid them off your legs, dropping them over the edge of the bed.
he reached up to turn your body slightly, laying you flat on your back. you murmured something unintelligible, your brow furrowing for a split second before you relaxed again, your legs falling open naturally in your sleep.
seungmin swallowed hard again, his mouth going completely dry at the sight of you. he shifted down the mattress, getting on his hands and knees between your thighs. the heat radiating from between your legs was intoxicating. he leaned down, placing a soft, lingering kiss on the inside of your thigh, right near your hip bone. you let out a soft, sleepy hum, your fingers twitching on the sheets.
"so pretty," he whispered under his breath, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
he moved closer, his hands resting gently on the inside of your knees to hold your legs apart. he lowered his head, his warm breath fanning over your sensitive skin. when he finally brought his tongue down against you, tasting your warm, slick skin, a tiny gasp escaped your lips.
seungmin smiled against you, taking his time. he kept his strokes long and wet, dragging his tongue up over your clit, taking in every drop of your taste. he listened closely to the sounds you were making. every time you let out a soft moan or your hips made a tiny, unconscious jerk against his mouth, his cock throbbed harder in his sweatpants.
he used his hands to hold you open, his thumb coming up to stroke softly over your sensitive spot while his mouth worked over you. he swirled his tongue around, lapping at you with a steady, rhythmic pressure.
"min..." you mumbled, your voice thick and raspy with sleep. your hands reached out blindly, your fingers tangling into his hair, tugging on the roots faintly. you weren't fully awake, just floating in that hazy, pleasurable space between dreaming and waking.
"i got you," he murmured against your wet skin, not stopping for a second. "just relax, baby. i'm taking care of you"
he picked up the pace, his tongue moving faster, pressing a little firmer against your sweet spot. the friction was driving you over the edge fast. your hips began to roll against his mouth, your thighs tightening around his head as your breathing hitched into sharp, shallow gasps.
“that’s it,” he whispered, feeling your body tense up. “come for me”
your chest heaved, a sweet, breathy whine breaking from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you. your inner muscles pulsed, squeezing tightly as the pleasure rippled through your body. seungmin didn’t pull away; he kept his mouth pressed to you, sucking gently and licking up your release until the shaking in your thighs finally began to subside.
as your body relaxed into the mattress, the intense feeling of giving you so much pleasure was too much for hisown body to handle. hovering over you, smelling you, and feeling your release had pushed him right over his own edge.
he didn’t even touch himself. he just stayed down between your legs, his chest breathing heavily, as his own cock throbbed violently inside his heavy cotton underwear. a quiet, shaky sigh spilled from his lips as he came straight into his pants, the hot release spilling into the fabric of his sweatpants in thick, heavy pulses. his eyes fluttered shut, his forehead resting against your inner thigh while he rode out his own climax silently.
when he finally caught his breath, he opened his eyes. you were fast asleep again, a small, content smile on your face, your hands resting softly over your stomach.
seungmin smiled, feeling a deep sense of quiet satisfaction. he kissed the skin of your inner thigh one last time before crawling back up the bed. he reached down to grab a towel from the nightstand to gently clean you off, then pulled the soft duvet back up over your shoulders, tucking you in carefully.
he slid back under the covers beside you, not bothering to change his messy sweatpants just yet. he pulled your body close to his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into the back of your neck. he took a deep breath of your scent, feeling completely warm, full, and exhausted.
within minutes, listening to the quiet rhythm of your breathing, seungmin finally drifted off to sleep.
hi hello i'm back this was based of this request by @applesrpeak this lowkey sucks im sorry😞😞
summ: being told your best friend's older brother was off-limits was way harder to remember after a midnight kiss changed everything.
⋆ pairing: jisung x f!reader
⋆ genre: smut (minors dni)
⋆ tags/cw: best friend’s older brother trope, age gap, dom!jisung, pet names, kissing, dirty talk, praise kink, possessive behaviour?, grinding, dry humping, fingering, tit play, hair pulling, overstimulation, riding, cumming, they have no shame, soft ending?
⋆ words: 4.8k
a/n: so… i really hope this one shot lived up to your expectations. older jisung is seriously doing something to me lately. i need to be that vaquera (cowgirl) jisung had on his tee in the promotional pics SO bad. i’ll probably come back and tweak this one a little later, but i had so much fun writing their dynamic and the overall vibe. let me know what you thought in the comments, and if you have any other ideas for this trope (or anything else). enjoy!!! <3
the suitcase dug a dead-weight path into your thigh when you shoved the front door open, kicking it shut to lock out the night.
the hallway smelled like cheap detergent and stale grease. the air conditioning was dead, and the thick, suffocating town heat caught you behind the knees the second you crossed the threshold.
months spent in a drafty student apartment had made you soft. the humidity felt predatory, crawling under your collar to glue the cotton instantly to your spine.
and you almost forget the sensation of how all your body reacted to him. your heart stuttered hard against your ribs the second you saw him standing at the end of the hall.
jisung leaned against the wall, a loose white tee hanging off one broad shoulder and grey sweatpants riding low on his hipbones. his dark hair was a total disaster, matted like he’d rolled out of bed five minutes ago.
his gaze caught on yours with heavy-lidded laziness, dragging down from your mouth, over your throat, tracing the low scoop of your neckline before crawling back up.
“look what the bus dragged in,” he muttered, his voice a low, gravelly drag scraping down your spine.
he pushed off the wall, closing the distance until the narrow hallway felt like a choke point. his scent hit you first: laundry soap and that sharp, clean musk that haunted half your teenage daydreams.
“good to see you haven’t forgotten the way back to the sticks,” he drawled, a slow, wicked grin hitching at the corner of his mouth. “missed me?”
you caught the inside of your cheek between your teeth, listening to the frantic drumbeat in your ears. this wasn't clean, fresh nerves, it was a rusted, jagged knot you’d been dragging around since you were fifteen.
“well, i can see the capital didn’t make you any less full of yourself,” you snapped back, your voice catching on a dry hitch.
a low chuckle rattled his chest as his hand came up, calloused fingers cupping your jaw, his thumb dragging across your hot skin with a deliberate tenderness you had no right getting used to.
“still got a smart mouth on you, huh?” his smile stretched wider.
he stepped closer, shrinking the space until you were pressed flat against the door. his breath brushed your skin.
“you don’t have a damn clue how pretty you look with your ears burning red,” he murmured, his breath feeling almost like a whisper against your skin.
you forced your chin up, batting his hand away from your face with a sharp swat, even if your fingers were shaking.
“and you still think every girl who looks at you is falling all over herself. keep dreaming, jisung.”
a genuine, sharp laugh broke out of him. not mocking, but thoroughly amused, the kind of reaction that made your stomach flip uncomfortably. his eyes darkened with a sudden, localized heat.
“is that right?” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as his chest brushed yours, the coarse cotton scraping your arm raw.
your breath hitched, the witty comeback dying on your tongue as his sheer weight boxed you in. when you swallowed hard, he caught the exact flash of triumph in your eyes. his hand dropped to your waist, sliding down your top, his fingers hooking under the hem.
“welcome home, baby,” he murmured, his face dropping close enough for the bridge of his nose to brush yours.
and before you could draw breath to give him hell, heavy footsteps hammered down the stairs. the furnace-heat of his body vanished almost instantly. his younger sister, and your best friend, hit the last two steps with a heavy thump, her face split by a wide grin.
“enough!” she barked, hal-laughing, half-fed up. “stop jawing in the hallway like weirdos. jisung, get lost!”
she threw a dirty look over her shoulder. jisung rolled his eyes so hard it looked painful, flipping her off before crossing his arms over his chest and pretending his phone was the most fascinating thing on earth.
your best friend hit you with a bone-crushing hug, firing off a round of gossip about people you hadn’t thought about in months.
“come on. the girls are already upstairs!”
you watched her sprint back toward the stairs, her voice echoing as she hollered to the rest of the room about your arrival. your eyes flicked to jisung one last time before you forced your feet to move.
as your shoulder brushed his chest, a heavy hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and yanking you backward until his lips were hot against your ear.
“see you later, pretty girl,” he rasped.
with a slow wink and a sharp smirk, he turned and vanished into the kitchen. you dragged yourself up the wooden stairs, your legs feeling hollow and the suitcase banging rhythmically against your thigh.
upstairs was a disaster zone of old blankets, cheap room spray, and the sharp tang of wet nail polish.
shouts of welcome hit you and you escaped to the bathroom just to strip off your travel clothes, swapping them for soft shorts and an oversized, braless tee.
when you trudged back in, a stray pillow caught your chest.
“sit your ass down, we’ve been waiting to start the movie,” your friend laughed, pointing a half-empty bag of chips at the TV screen.
you dropped onto the floorboards, trying hard to blank out the phantom weight of jisung’s hand on your waist, but the residual heat between your thighs clung stubbornly to your skin.
hours bled together in a blur of bad rom-coms and stale snacks. eventually, sleep picked off the weaker links until one of them groaned, shaking an empty plastic bowl.
“we’re completely out of junk food.”
three pairs of heavy, sleep-glazed eyes turned to you. a chorus of pathetic pleases and we love yous did the trick. you rolled your eyes, grabbed the bowl, and pushed yourself up.
the hallway clock dragged toward four in the morning as you padded barefoot down the stairs, the old wood cold enough to bite. the house was dead quiet, save for the sickly white glare of the LED strip under the kitchen cabinets.
moving like a mouse, you crept to the pantry, looting the shelves until your eyes locked onto a stray bag of your favorite snacks perched precariously on the top wire shelf.
you let out a low huff, rising onto your tiptoes, stretching until your arm burned. your fingertips barely brushed the plastic before your heels slammed back down.
refusing to quit, you stretched higher. the movement hitched your t-shirt up at the waist and plastered your shorts tight against your ass, the cool kitchen draft making you shiver.
“fuck. this is ridiculous-”
a solid wall of dense, radiating heat pressed flush against your spine. a broad chest locked against your shoulder blades, hard hips pinning your backside, right as a long arm reached effortlessly past your ear, snagging the bag.
his other arm slammed flat against the counter beside your hip, boxing you in. his breath rolled hot and heavy against the shell of your ear.
“you should learn to ask for help,” jisung murmured, his voice dropping into a low drag.
your heart slammed hard against your throat. the bag dropped between your chests, the crinkling plastic catching awkwardly against your fingers before he finally let go, his knuckles lingering against yours just long enough to make your pulse stumble.
you reached past him for the edge of the pantry door, your fingers brushing the cool wood with a calculated intent to slip right out of his orbit.
“excuse me,” you muttered, keeping your voice low and brittle.
but he didn’t budge an inch. you let out a short, thin sigh through your nose, tilting your head back to glare up at him.
“... seriously?”
a single corner of his mouth twitched, that infuriating, crooked smirk catching the sickly white glare of the LED strip overhead.
“thought you were in a hurry, sweetheart.”
“well, i am.”
“then why are you still standing here?”
heat spiked up your neck, burning hot and furious right under your ears. you dropped your shoulder, ducking hard beneath the long arm braced against the counter. or so you foolishly thought.
two quick, desperate strides carried you across the linoleum toward the dark mouth of the kitchen doorway. freedom. or at least, a fighting chance at it.
“didn’t think you’d actually run away.”
his voice followed you into the shadows, dripping with a lazy amusement. you froze dead in your tracks, your feet halting against the floorboards.
damn him.
slowly, you looked back over your shoulder. he hadn't moved an inch. his arms were folded across his chest now and one hip resting against the counter, watching you with that smug, crooked grin.
“i’m not running away,” you snapped, pitching your voice defensive as you crossed your arms. “i’m getting back to my friends. unlike some people in this house, i actually know how to behave.”
jisung let out a low, dry chuckle, peeling off the counter and uncurling his arms. he closed the gap between you in two unhurried strides, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a heavy, unblinking focus.
“right. my sister and her little sleepover,” he drawled, his voice dipping into a low hum as heat radiated off his skin. “is that what you’re running back to? or are you just terrified of what happens if you stay down here another five seconds?”
“i’m not terrified of a damn thing,” you lied, your trembling fingers giving you away.
you tried to sidestep him, but he matched your movement instantly, his free hand slamming flat against the counter to cage you in.
“prove it then,” he whispered, his face dropping inches from yours.
the absolute last thing you needed was your best friend wandering down the stairs to find both of you tangled up in this kind of wreckage. panic sat sharp and metallic at the back of your throat.
you shoved hard against his forearm. “i’m being serious, jisung. move.”
his expression hardened into something unyielding. the old wood dug sharply into your lower back, and a thin, shaky gasp slipped past your lips when he tilted his chin, his nose grazing yours.
“y’know what?” he started, his gaze locked onto your mouth. “i’ve spent years watching you play dumb. watching you turn red every single time i walk into a room. and you’re gonna stand there and pretend you didn’t think about this?”
“i’m not pretending shit,” you shot back, chin lifting on a spike of defiance. “your sister is ten feet away. the one who told me explicitly that you’re off-limits. have you completely lost your mind?”
jisung went entirely still. the casual arrogance in his posture fractures for a second, replaced by a dark, dangerous spark.
“off-limits,” he repeated, rolling the word over his tongue like it tasted sweet. he let out a dry huff. “is that what she told you? or is that what you tell yourself?”
his hand dropped to your hip, sliding straight under the hem of your shirt to span the bare heat of your spine. the skin-to-skin contact stole your breath.
you forced yourself to swallow, fighting to keep your grip on reality as his breath crashed hot against your mouth. your eyes dragged upward, locking with his in a slow, heavy blink.
“your sister’s upstairs, jisung…”
a slow, wicked smirk hitched the corner of his mouth. his fingers dug deeper into the warm flesh of your hip, hauling you flush against him until you felt the rigid, undeniable heat of his erection pressing hard against your abdomen. your thighs snapped shut on pure instinct.
“bet she’s sleeping like a rock. just like the rest of them.”
his cheek rasped against yours as he leaned down, his lips trailing a line of hot, wet open-mouth kisses down the vulnerable skin of your neck.
trembling whimpers broke from your throat as his hand roamed from your spine around your ribs toward the heavy swell of your breast, his thumb brushing the edge of your shirt. you pulled him closer by the collar of his tee, your lips hovering mere millimeters from his.
instead of closing the distance, he froze. his lips hovered against your jaw, his breathing hot against your cheek. he pulled back an inch, his heavy-lidded eyes fixing directly onto yours with cruel, intoxicating patience.
“go on,” he rasped, his voice a low, challenging gravel.
you blinked, a hot flush spreading violently up your neck and across your cheeks as total confusion scrambled your thoughts. you stared up at him, your chest rising and falling in uneven stutters.
a deeply knowing smirk curved his mouth. he watched you drown in your own hesitation, his thumb pressing a fraction harder into your hip.
“you’ve been thinking about kissing me for years, haven’t you?” he taunted softly, his gaze locked like a magnet onto your parted, trembling lips. “do it.”
panic spiked hard. if anyone woke up, your entire life here would detonate. you were crossing a jagged, unforgiving line with the one person you were explicitly warned never to touch.
every rational, terrified instinct screamed at you to shove him away, to step back, to pretend this madness never happened.
instead, with a reckless, hollow snap inside your head, you abandoned all reason, surged upward, and smashed your mouth against his.
a low, animalistic rumble tore from his chest. he grabbed your thighs, hauling you up in one brutal yank as your ass landed with a solid thud on the cold countertop. he stepped dead between your knees, the thick fabric of his sweatpants pressing obscenely over your soaked core.
he rolled his hips forward, the hard ridge of him grinding straight through both layers of cloth. you arched your back, rolling your hips in a desperate, unthinking circle to chase the friction.
“look at you moving for me,” he muttered against your ear, biting down on your lower lip. “wanna go to my room? or are you still gonna run away?”
you shot him a glare that would've been convincing if your body hadn't betrayed you first.
“... just shut up,” your fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him closer, “and take me there.”
he didn’t waste another second. he grabbed your waist and lifted you off the counter in one fluid motion, your legs locking around his waist as his hands slid under your shorts to knead your bare ass. your vision swam as he buried his face in your neck, biting hard right where your pulse hammered.
he kicked his bedroom door wide with his shoulder and slammed it shut behind him, plunging the room into darkness save for the yellow streetlamp bleeding through the blinds.
he threw you onto the mattress, the springs squeaking in protest under your weight. he was straddling your hips before you could even draw breath, his mouth smashing back onto yours in a heavy, sloppy collision of lips that sent your head spinning.
a hand shoved under your tee, fingers splaying wide before he dragged his palm straight over your ribs and clamped over your bare breast with total urgency. a rough groan tore from his throat, vibrating straight into your mouth.
“you really came in here like this?” a breathless, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “god, you’re gonna be the death of me.”
with an impatient yank, he dragged your shirt over your head and tossed it aside. the cool air hit your exposed skin, making you shiver. he stared down at you for a second, his chest heaving, before dropping his head like a dead weight.
his teeth sank into the tender skin of your neck, his other hand tangling deep into your hair to yank your head back by the roots, your scalp burning with an intoxicating ache.
his teeth and tongue went to work with a greedy rhythm, sucking hard right where your shoulder met your neck, leaving a livid, bruised mark blooming against your throat.
“jisung- ah, your… your sister,” you protested, even as your hips twitched upward on pure instinct.
“screw her,” he panted, dragging his mouth down to your collarbone before dropping his face directly to your chest to take your swollen, aching nipple into his mouth.
you cried out low, your fingers clawing into his hair as he sucked hard enough to make your vision spot. when he finally pulled back, blowing a cool breath over the wet, gleaming peak, your spine bowed off the mattress.
“holy shit… been dreaming about this for way too long,” he muttered thick and raw.
“shut up,” you panted, shoving both hands against his shoulders. “you’re acting like a lunatic.”
a sharp bark of laughter tore out of him as he caught your wrists effortlessly, pinning them to the mattress beside your head.
“you’ve got to be kidding me,” he breathed, a wicked smile splitting his face. “you’re lying under me completely soaked, and i’m the lunatic?”
“you’re impossible,” you spat back, twisting against his grip, though your breath was hitching. “if she finds out, she’ll never forgive us-”
“you really think i'd let this happen if i thought she'd hate you for it?” a single corner of his mouth twitched.
the heavy bulge in his sweatpants ground hard against your shorts, pressing a direct, bruising line of friction right over your swollen clit through the fabric. you threw your hips up to meet him, and he slammed down in response, the dry friction turning wet and slick in a matter of seconds.
“jisung, i- oh my god...” you sobbed, your mouth hanging open, your eyes hazy with overstimulation.
you began grinding your hips in tight, desperate circles, short, frantic thrusts that sent blinding shots of electricity straight to your toes.
jisung didn't let up, alternating between punishing your chest with his mouth and grinding his weight down until the friction was nothing short of agonizing. he bit the soft underside of your breast, sucked the tip until it burned, and then dragged his tongue lazily across the wet flesh to soothe the sting.
every time you whimpered against his ear and arched your spine, his erection drove an inch deeper, heavy and relentless. the wet, obscene sound of his mouth working over your chest was driving you completely unhinged. your own breath came apart in jagged, broken pieces with every stroke he took, your legs locking tighter around his waist.
“i’m gonna come in my pants if you keep that up,” he warned, his voice cracking into a rough, gravelly rasp. “i can feel you through everything.”
“p-please… don’t stop, please, jisung-”
he clamped his teeth down on your nipple and gave it a sharp, punishing tug. the sudden sting collided head-on with the throbbing heat between your legs, tearing a loud, uninhibited moan from your throat. he slapped a hand flat over your mouth for a second, letting out a dark, wicked laugh at how fast you unraveled.
his hand dropped away, sliding straight down to the elastic of your shorts and panties, shoving them down in one impatient sweep. his thick fingers found your soaked heat instantly, making him groan.
he dragged a finger through your folds without pushing inside just yet, tracing the swollen flesh and collecting your slick. he teased your entrance while holding your gaze, a smug, triumphant grin cutting across his lips as he felt you part for him of your own accord.
“off-limits, right?” he taunted quietly, his thumb pressing a heavy circle against your clit while his fingers hovered right at your entrance.
“shut up,” you whimpered, your hips bucking up against his hand before you could stop yourself. “just… fucking do it.”
he sank one finger home, sliding it slowly to the knuckle while his thumb clamped straight down over your clit, holding a heavy, unmoving pressure.
“look at me,” he commanded the second your eyelids fluttered shut.
you forced your eyes open, your chest aching at the raw intensity in his face. his lips were swollen, his chin slick with the saliva from your chest.
“don’t hide. been waiting too long to see this.”
he pushed a second finger in right behind the first. you stretched around him, a choked sob tearing out of you as the friction spiked past your limits. he started working them in and out at a steady cadence, though his rhythm stuttered as your face screwed up and your moans turned ragged and desperate.
his thumb began to grind your clit in tight, punishing circles while his fingers curled upward inside you, hunting for that deep, sensitive spot. the ruined pile of shorts and underwear was bunched mid-thigh, cutting off his movement. with a rough jerk, he stripped them entirely off one leg and tossed them aside.
now you were completely bared open to him. the cool bedroom air hitting your slick core made you shiver, and a loud, shameless cry broke from your chest when he jammed a third finger inside. the wet, echoing sounds of skin and friction filled the dead quiet of the room.
you threw your forearm over your mouth, trying to muffle the sound as the overstimulation pushed you right to the edge, tears hot in the corners of your eyes. he snatched your arm down, gripping your face in one large hand and pressing your cheeks hard.
“no. i wanna hear you begging me to take you.”
“j-jisung, please- s’too much, just- ah, fuck…”
“clearer, pretty girl.”
his fingers slammed harder, driving deeper with every stroke. his thumb never relented, circling in a torturous rhythm that built a heavy, agonizing knot deep in the pit of your belly. an ache so massive you couldn't breathe around it.
“p-please… fuck me. i… i need-” you were sobbing now, his free hand returning to your chest to twist your nipple without mercy.
“need what?”
you bit your lip until it bled, trying to drag your scattered mind back together. your tear-blurred eyes locked onto his. the enormous, arrogant grin spread across his face, even through his desperate pants, made your core clench and throb violently around his trapped fingers.
“i need your dick inside… right now. please, please-” you begged through choked sobs, your voice trembling past recognition.
he yanked his fingers out with a wet pop and slowly sucked them into his mouth, his eyes never breaking contact with yours. the heavy swallow he let out afterward was obscene. he rose up onto his knees between your thighs, tearing his t-shirt over his head in one violent motion. your eyes tracked the broad lines of his chest down to the dark trail of hair leading straight to his waistline.
his sweatpants and boxers hit the floor together, kicked away with zero patience. his thick cock sprang free, heavy, hard, and leaking a clear bead of precum at the gleaming red tip. he wrapped a calloused hand around the base and gave himself two slow, heavy strokes, groaning low as he watched you sprawled open across his bed.
he shoved his hand into the nightstand drawer. the foil tore between his teeth, and he rolled it down his length with clumsy, hurried hands. the second it was on, he grabbed your hips and flipped you over onto your hands and knees by pure instinct. you looked back at him over your shoulder, wild-eyed and shaking, waiting for his command.
“on top. i wanna see you ride it,” he rasped, his voice dripping with raw, unchecked lust.
you swallowed hard, your gaze dropping to his erection before you straddled his hips. the blunt head brushed your soaked clit before sliding between your lips. he anchored his heavy hands on your waist, lowering you downward inch by inch. the stretch burned like fire against your skin, thick and unyielding.
then, you took him, every heavy inch filling you in one long, uncompromising push. you both let out a sharp gasp at the exact same second, and a breathless, disbelieving chuckle rattled in his chest. his fingers dug into your hips hard enough to leave bruises as your inner walls clenched around him in a tight, frantic reflex.
“jesus… so tight,” he growled, tilting his head back up to look at you from below, his jaw locked hard. “made for me. knew you always were.”
you started moving a second later, dragging yourself upward at first just to get used to the heavy, stretching weight of him. you pulled up until only the tip was holding you, then dropped your weight down until your ass smacked against his thighs, knocking the wind straight out of you. he was bigger than anything you had ever imagined.
he let you set the pace for a moment, his hands sliding up to your breasts, pinching the tips as he watched you work. his pupils were blown wide, black pools in the dark room. he couldn't tear his eyes away from your flushed face, your teeth biting hard into your lip, your eyelids heavy. you were a disaster, and he loved every second of it.
then he took the wheel. his hands locked around your waist, and he thrust upward from below, meeting you halfway with hard, brutal snaps of his hips. the sharp slap of skin against skin echoed off the walls, every collision hitting that deep, impossible spot that scrambled your thoughts.
you pitched forward, pressing your palms flat against his sweat-slicked chest, and he yanked your hair back, crashing his mouth onto yours while he fucked you breathless.
“good girl,” he panted right against your lips. “bounce on it for me.”
your brain was melting down into static. your entire body was trembling, buzzing with an electric current every time the thick head of his cock brushed your cervix. you started bouncing faster, chasing the ragged edge of your orgasm with blind desperation.
“harder, baby. use me to get off. i’m all yours,” he groaned, a sharp smack landing hard across your bare ass cheek.
you sped up, the climax climbing the walls of your stomach, heavy and violent. he felt you tightening around him and let out a dark growl. and with one heavy, clumsy shift, he flipped you flat onto your back, shoving your knees up to your chest and driving back inside you with a relentless, punishing rhythm that showed no mercy.
the wooden headboard hammered a dull, heavy thud against the wall behind the bed, but neither of you gave a damn. he held your gaze the whole time he drove into you, sweat beading on his forehead, his lips parted.
“you’ve always been mine, haven't you?” he bit out through his teeth, using that broken, wrecked voice that meant he was losing his mind. “since we first met. since we kissed behind the bleachers. since- fuck, since the very beginning. say it.”
you forced your rattling frame to hold still for a second, hunting for words in a mind fried by pleasure. your fingernails scored deep into the skin of his shoulders as your body bounced with every erratic thrust. you nodded frantically, your lower lip trembling as his thumb found your clit one more time.
“come for me. right on my dick. do it,” he repeated like a prayer, completely unhinged.
the orgasm tore right through you. your legs locked around his waist in violent, spasming waves while he kept driving through it, slowing the pace to sink in deeper and harder until he finally went dead still.
buried to the root, he let out a long, ragged roar against your neck, his entire body going rigid as his release flooded the latex inside you.
you could feel him pulsing hot against you, both of you wrecked, chest-to-chest, breathing like you'd just run a marathon.
neither of you moved for a long time. carefully, he pulled out, stripped off the condom with practiced ease, and tossed it into the trash can without looking.
he crawled back onto the mattress, hooking an arm around your waist and hauling you flush against his chest, sweat-slick skin sliding against skin. the heavy scent of sex hung thick in the air. he slotted one of your legs between his, pulling the duvet halfway up over your shoulders.
from the second floor, absolute silence drifted down, blowing away any lingering shreds of guilt faster than they’d arrived.
his hand traced slow, lazy patterns down your spine, moving from the nape of your neck to the curve of your hip and back up. he didn't waste breath on cheap romance, because he didn't need to.
his thumb lingered over a rising bruise on your hip, pressing just firmly enough to make sure you wouldn't forget it by morning.
“first night back home,” he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with oncoming sleep. “and i’ve got you right where you belong. lucky me.”
you didn't answer him. you just let out a soft, boneless hum, pressing your face against the solid wall of his chest as your eyes drifted shut, already wondering what excuse you’d give your friends when they asked where the hell you’d slept.
│ synopsis: A harmless bet between best friends takes an unexpected turn when a supposedly fake aphrodisiac chocolate proves to be very real, forcing you to admit that maybe 3RACHA affects you more than you were ever willing to confess.
☾ pairing ─ 3Racha x fem!reader
☾ genre ─ smut (18+)
☾ gallery notice ─ 3RACHA x reader, aphrodisiac, friends with unresolved tension, bet, praise, dirty talk, oral (f receiving & m receiving), vaginal and anal, multiple orgasms, creampie, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, consensual.
☾ length ─ 3.9k
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The conversation starts like any other night in 3RACHA's studio.
Takeout containers are scattered across the table, music hums quietly in the background, and Chan is lazily editing a track while Han and Changbin argue over something completely ridiculous. You're curled up on the couch with your phone, occasionally chiming in just to make the argument even worse.
Somehow, as it always does with your friend group, the conversation derails.
Dating.
Attraction.
Celebrity crushes.
"Okay," Han says, pointing at you with a fry. "Hypothetically."
You raise an eyebrow.
"If you had to date one of us."
You don't even hesitate.
"I wouldn't."
Changbin snorts.
"That's not the question."
"It kind of is."
Chan laughs from his chair.
"Come on. Just pick one."
"No."
Han dramatically clutches his chest.
"Are we really that hopeless?"
You shrug.
"I love you guys, but... not like that."
Changbin narrows his eyes.
"What do you mean, 'not like that?'"
"I mean..." You gesture vaguely between the three of them. "You're my best friends."
"So?"
"So you're basically family."
The room falls suspiciously quiet.
Han blinks.
"...Family?"
"You know what I mean."
Changbin looks personally offended.
"So you're telling me not one of us is your type?"
"Nope."
Chan spins around in his chair.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
Han points to himself.
"Not even a little?"
You shake your head.
"No."
Changbin.
"Not me?"
"No."
Chan.
"Not me either?"
"No."
The three of them exchange the exact same look.
It's almost funny how synchronized they are.
"...She's lying," Changbin mutters.
"I'm not."
"No one's that immune."
"I am."
Han crosses his arms.
"We're literally idols."
"And?"
"And people literally thirst over us for a living."
You burst into laughter.
"I know."
"And?"
"And congratulations?"
Chan laughs despite himself, but his pride has very obviously taken a hit.
"You can't honestly tell me you've never looked at one of us and thought—"
"Nope."
Han gasps dramatically.
"Not even after seeing Bin at the gym?"
"No."
"Chan after a concert?"
"No."
"Me?"
"...Especially no."
Han throws a cushion at you.
"That's rude."
"It's honest."
The teasing goes on for nearly twenty minutes.
The more they insist that it's impossible, the more stubborn you become.
Eventually, Changbin leans back in his chair.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"I think you're just too comfortable around us."
You frown.
"What does that even mean?"
"It means," Han continues, "you've known us for so long your brain doesn't register us as attractive anymore."
"My brain works just fine."
Chan taps his fingers against the desk, thinking.
"...What if we tested that?"
You laugh.
"Tested it how?"
He disappears into the tiny kitchenette attached to the studio and comes back holding a neatly wrapped chocolate.
Han immediately starts laughing.
"No way."
Changbin raises an eyebrow.
"You still have that?"
Chan shrugs.
"It was a gag gift."
Your curiosity is immediately piqued.
"What is it?"
"A supposedly very expensive aphrodisiac chocolate."
You stare at the wrapper before looking back at him.
"...You're kidding."
"I wish I was."
Han takes it from Chan and reads the ridiculous marketing on the back out loud, making exaggerated voices every few seconds.
"'Enhanced sensitivity...'"
"'Heightened desire...'"
"'Guaranteed unforgettable evening...'"
He bursts out laughing.
"This has to be the biggest scam I've ever seen."
You hold out your hand.
"Give it to me."
All three of them stop.
"...What?"
"You heard me."
Chan narrows his eyes.
"You'd actually eat it?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
Han grins.
"Because if it actually works—"
"It won't."
Changbin folds his arms.
"You're awfully confident."
"I am."
An idea forms almost instantly.
You smile.
"Let's make a bet."
Three pairs of eyes lock onto you.
"If this stupid chocolate works and I suddenly can't stop throwing myself at one of you..." You pause dramatically. "You win."
Han immediately perks up.
"And if nothing happens?"
"You admit I'm telling the truth."
Changbin raises an eyebrow.
"The truth being?"
"That I genuinely don't see you that way."
Chan studies your face for a moment.
"...No cheating."
"I won't."
"No pretending."
"I won't."
"No backing out halfway."
"I won't."
He sighs.
"...Fine."
You unwrap the chocolate without another thought.
Han watches with wide eyes.
"I can't believe you're actually doing this."
"It's candy."
"You don't know that."
"I do."
"You literally don't."
You pop the last piece into your mouth anyway.
"There."
You dust your hands together dramatically.
"Happy?"
For the first few minutes...
Nothing.
You smirk.
"Told you."
Han groans.
"I knew it was fake."
Changbin shakes his head.
"What a waste of money."
Even Chan looks disappointed.
You spend the next fifteen minutes rubbing your victory in their faces.
"Guess I'm just immune."
"You guys really thought—"
"I cannot believe—"
Then, halfway through your sentence...
You stop.
"...Huh."
Han notices first.
"What?"
You blink.
"...Nothing."
A strange warmth settles beneath your skin.
Not painful.
Just...
Warm.
You assume the studio's gotten stuffy.
You tug absentmindedly at the collar of your shirt.
Chan notices.
"You okay?"
"Mhm."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
You reach for your drink.
Your hand shakes ever so slightly.
Probably because you haven't eaten enough.
Definitely that.
Another few minutes pass.
The warmth spreads.
Your heartbeat feels just a little too noticeable.
Your thoughts become frustratingly difficult to organize.
You try focusing on your phone instead.
The words blur together.
Weird.
Across the room, Changbin is explaining something to Han with his usual animated gestures.
Normally, you wouldn't think twice about it.
Tonight...
You catch yourself staring a second longer than you mean to.
You immediately look away.
...What was that?
You shift in your seat.
Maybe the chocolate actually has caffeine.
Yeah.
That has to be it.
You clear your throat.
"I'm gonna get some water."
Chan watches you stand.
"You've gotten water three times."
"...I'm hydrated."
Han exchanges a glance with Changbin.
Neither of them says anything.
But they're beginning to notice little things.
You're unusually quiet.
You won't make eye contact for very long.
You keep pacing around the room for no apparent reason.
You laugh at jokes half a second too late.
Every time one of them accidentally steps a little too close, you instinctively move away—not because you're uncomfortable with them, but because suddenly, inexplicably, the proximity is making it much harder to think clearly.
Your pride won't let you admit anything is wrong.
Especially not after spending the last half hour insisting nothing could possibly happen.
Chan finally breaks the silence.
"...You know."
You look up.
"We can call off the bet."
Your jaw tightens.
"No."
"You don't have to prove anything."
"I'm fine."
Han tilts his head.
"You don't look fine."
"I said I'm fine."
You cross your arms, trying to ignore the growing frustration that comes from fighting whatever the chocolate is doing to you.
The room suddenly feels much smaller than before.
Much warmer.
And for the first time that evening, you're no longer completely certain you're going to win the bet.
The heat intensifies, coalescing into a slick, insistent wetness between your thighs. It's a strange feeling, uncomfortable yet perversely pleasurable. Your jeans, once just fabric, now feel like an abrasive, burning obstacle.
You shift unconsciously on the couch, crossing and uncrossing your legs, every rough slide of the denim against your clit, trapped in the cotton of your underwear, sending a sharp, electric jolt straight to your core. It's a delicious torture.
You need more friction. You change position again, pressing your thighs together, and the subtle but deliberate movement makes a small whimper almost escape your lips.
Changbin, who has been watching you silently from his chair, is the first to truly notice. It's not just your restlessness.
It's the way your breathing has turned shallow, the slight tremor in your hands as you grip your phone, and how your pupils seem to have dilated, darkening in the studio's dim light.
He catches you moving again, a subtle rocking of your hips against the couch cushion, and a slow, predatory understanding dawns on his face. He meets your eyes for a second, and your hormone-fogged brain registers the intensity of his gaze before you look away, heat flooding your cheeks.
With a movement almost too small to see, he signals to Han and Chan. Han, who was in the middle of joking about the expensive chocolate, stops mid-sentence.
He follows Changbin's gaze to you, and his own expression shifts from amusement to sharp curiosity. Chan turns slowly in his chair, completely abandoning his track editing. All three of them are watching you now, a trio of silent attention, while you're too lost in your own body, too focused on the desperate need to relieve the pressure building between your legs, to realize the game has completely changed.
"You okay, Y/N?" Chan asks, his voice a low, deep murmur that vibrates across your sensitive skin.
"M'fine," you slur, the word coming out raspy. "Just... a little hot."
"Hot?" Han teases, inching closer to the couch. "I thought you said nothing was happening. Weren't you immune?"
"I'm fine," you repeat, more to convince yourself than them. You stand up abruptly, needing to move, needing space. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna go to the bathroom."
"Don't leave just yet," Changbin says, standing and blocking your path with his solid frame. His presence is overwhelming, and the scent of his cologne mixed with the clean sweat of the studio makes your mouth water. "The conversation was just getting interesting."
"What conversation?" you ask, taking a step back until your legs hit the edge of the couch. "You guys are being idiots."
"We're not the ones being idiots," Chan says, approaching from your other side, boxing you in. "You are. Squirming like you've got ants in your pants. Or something else."
Han laughs, a low, excited sound. "Or something else. You said it didn't affect you. You said we were like your brothers."
"Friends," you retort, your voice trembling slightly. The room seems to shrink, the air thickening with their testosterone and your own rampant desire.
"Friends?" Changbin takes another step, closing the distance. His hand comes up, and with torturous slowness, he brushes a strand of sweaty hair from your forehead. His fingers graze your skin, and it's like he's lit you on fire. "You don't get this wet for your 'friends,' Y/N."
You gasp. The crude bluntness of his words hits your stomach with a force that makes your knees buckle. Han moves in behind you, his hot chest against your back, and his hands settle on your hips, holding you up.
"He's right," Han whispers in your ear, his warm breath making you shudder. "I can feel it. You're shaking. And it's not from the cold."
Chan kneels in front of you, his dark eyes fixed on yours. "Admit it. The chocolate worked. You're turned on. By us."
The denial dies in your throat. How can you deny it when your body is screaming the truth? When every cell in your being is crying out for their touch, their taste, their possession? Your pride, that stupid, persistent armor, crumbles under the weight of overwhelming desire. A tear of frustration and pure need escapes and slides down your cheek.
"Please," you whisper, the word a broken rasp. "I can't... I can't..."
"Can't what, baby?" Changbin asks, his thumb brushing your lower lip.
"I need... I need sex!" you cry out, the confession bursting from you in a desperate torrent. "Right now. I need someone to fuck me or I'm going to explode. Please!"
Han laughs behind you, a sound of pure, unadulterated victory. "Well, that was easier than I thought."
Changbin doesn't waste a second. He grabs your face and kisses you with a ferocity that steals the air from your lungs.
It's a dominant, claiming kiss, and you return it with equal desperation. His hands move down your back to grip your ass, pulling you flush against him, and the hard press of his jeans against your overstimulated core makes you moan into his mouth.
As you're kissing him, you feel Chan deftly undoing your jeans with expert hands. He slides them down your hips, along with your soaked panties, leaving you bare from the waist down. The cool air of the studio hits your feverish skin, and you shiver.
"Look at this," Chan murmurs, his voice filled with awe. "She's completely soaked. You were right about one thing: you wouldn't get tired."
Han turns you, and his mouth replaces Changbin's. His kiss is different, more playful but just as intense.
He keeps one hand on your waist while the other roams your body, sliding up your stomach to cup the underside of your breasts through your shirt. While he distracts you with his kiss, Changbin kneels behind you.
"You'll scream for me first," he promises, and then you feel his tongue on your pussy.
The scream tears from your throat, muffled by Han's mouth. It's an overwhelming sensation. Changbin's tongue is skilled, greedy, moving against your swollen clit with a precision that makes you see stars. He licks, sucks, and nibbles with just enough pressure to send you hurtling towards the edge of an orgasm in seconds.
"Feels that good, huh?" Han taunts, breaking the kiss to watch you writhe.
"No... I can't... I'm gonna..." you whimper, your hips bucking against Changbin's mouth.
"Come for us, Y/N," Chan commands, now beside you, kneading your breasts through your shirt. "Let us see."
The orgasm hits you like a freight train. It's a blinding explosion of pleasure that courses through your entire body, making you shake and cry out their names.
But it doesn't stop. The wave of pleasure recedes only to be replaced by another, even more intense one. The chocolate hadn't just turned you on; it had put you in a state of constant, escalating arousal.
Changbin rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm going to give you something better."
He lifts you with ease, as if you weigh nothing, and lays you back on the couch.
As if he, too, had eaten the chocolate and were just as desperate as you, he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants and boxers in one go. He positions himself between your legs and, without warning, sinks into you in one smooth stroke.
The cry you let out this time is one of pure satisfaction. He fills you completely, the stretch a welcome relief to the ache that's been building. He doesn't give you time to adjust before he starts moving, his hips snapping against yours with a punishing rhythm that makes the couch slide across the floor.
"Look at her," Han groans, stroking himself as he watches. "She's taking it so well."
You don't even know when the other two took off their clothes; you're so lost in the desire to get fucked by all three of them.
Chan kneels by your head, his hard cock in his hand. "Open up, baby."
You obey without hesitation, parting your lips as he feeds his length into your mouth. The sensation of being filled at both ends is intoxicating.
You moan around Chan's cock as Changbin hits a spot deep inside you that makes your toes curl. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your muffled cries, and their harsh breaths.
Changbin leans down, his chest pressing against yours to seek a new angle, a deeper recess, his mouth next to your ear. "You feel so fucking good," he grunts, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "So tight. So wet for me."
His words send another jolt of pleasure through you. You're already so close again, your body coiling like a spring. Chan's hands tangle in your hair, guiding your head as he fucks your mouth, his eyes locked on the way your lips stretch around him.
"That's it," he praises. "Take it all."
With a final, brutal thrust, Changbin buries himself deep inside you as he comes, his warmth flooding you. The feeling pushes you over the edge again, and you scream around Chan's cock as your orgasm rips through you, even more powerful than the last.
Chan pulls away from you, making a "pop" sound as his cock leaves your mouth. When you look at him in confusion, wondering why he pulled it out, he leans close and whispers in your ear: "I want to cum when I'm inside you."
Changbin pulls out, leaving you feeling empty for only a moment before Han is there, flipping you over onto your hands and knees. "My turn to make you scream," he growls, before slamming into you from behind.
His angle is different, hitting new spots inside you that make you see colors. He's rougher than Changbin, his hands gripping your hips so tight you know you'll have bruises tomorrow. But you don't care. You welcome it. You crave it.
You push back against him, meeting his brutal thrusts with your own, your body completely taken over by the primal need for more. The couch creaks in protest with every powerful snap of his hips.
"Fuck, look at you," Han grunts, his voice a strained, breathless marvel. "Taking me so deep. You wanted this, didn't you? All this time, acting so innocent."
You can't form words, only a series of desperate, high-pitched moans. Chan moves around to kneel in front of you, his cock hard and ready again. He grips your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
"Don't forget about me," he says, his voice dark and commanding. "We're not done with you yet."
He slides back into your mouth, and this time you're ready for him. You relax your throat, taking him deeper as Han sets a relentless pace from behind. The dual sensation is mind-numbing.
You're completely at their mercy, a vessel for their pleasure, and the thought sends another thrill of arousal through you. Your third orgasm builds fast, a tightening coil in your stomach.
"Come on, Y/N," Han pants, his rhythm starting to falter. "Come for me. Let me feel you."
His command is all it takes. Your body convulses, your walls clamping down around him as a blinding, all-consuming orgasm tears through you. Your scream is muffled by Chan's cock, the vibrations making him groan. Han follows you over the edge with a loud shout, his grip on your hips tightening painfully as he spills into you.
For a moment, the only sound in the room is your combined, heavy breathing. You collapse onto the couch, your limbs feeling like jelly. But the fire inside you hasn't gone out. If anything, it burns brighter, a desperate, insatiable ache. You've come three times, and you still need more.
"Already?" Chan's voice is a low chuckle. "I thought you said you were tired."
"I'm... not," you manage to say, your voice hoarse. You push yourself up onto your elbows, looking at the three of them.
Changbin is watching with a dark, possessive gaze, while Han is sprawled in a chair, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his face. But Chan... Chan is still hard.
"Good," he says, his eyes gleaming. "Because I'm not done with you."
He pulls you up, maneuvering you until you're straddling his lap as he sits on the couch. He lines himself up with your entrance, and you sink down onto him with a shared groan. This position is different. It's deeper, more intimate. You're face to face, his hands on your waist, guiding you as you start to move.
"Ride me," he commands, his voice low and rough.
You do. You brace your hands on his shoulders and start to roll your hips, finding a rhythm that makes his eyes roll back. The pleasure is sharp, intense. Every time you sink down, he hits your cervix, sending a jolt of pain-pleasure through you. You're so sensitive, every touch, every movement amplified.
"That's it," he praises, his head falling back against the couch. "Just like that. Fuck, you feel amazing."
Changbin and Han move closer, flanking you. Changbin's hand slides up your back, his fingers tracing your spine. Han leans in, his mouth finding your neck, sucking a mark into your skin. The added stimulation is almost too much.
"Please," you whimper, not even sure what you're begging for.
"You can take it," Changbin murmurs in your ear. "You're going to take everything we give you."
His words are a promise. They continue to touch you, to kiss you, to mark you as Chan drives into you from below. The pleasure builds again, a slow, inexorable wave. You're so close, teetering on the edge.
"Come with me," Chan grunts, his hands tightening on your hips. "Now."
His command sends you over. Your orgasm crashes over you, a tidal wave of pure ecstasy that leaves you shaking and breathless. You collapse against his chest, your body spent. But even as you're coming down, you feel a new wave of arousal wash over you. The chocolate is still working, still fueling the fire.
Chan gently lifts you off him, laying you down on the couch. You're a mess, covered in sweat and their cum, your body aching in the best way. But your eyes find theirs, and they see the same desperate need reflected in them.
"One more time," Changbin says, his voice a low growl. "Together."
They arrange you on your hands and knees again, but this time it's different. Chan positions himself behind you, while Changbin kneels in front of you. Han stands to the side, stroking his cock as he watches.
"You're going to take the three of us," Chan says, his voice leaving no room for argument. "And you're going to love it."
You nod, too far gone to speak. Chan enters you from behind, his slow, deep strokes making you tremble. Then, Changbin guides his cock to your tighter hole. Finally, Han moves closer and positions his rock-hard cock against your mouth. You open eagerly, taking him in.
The three of you move together, a symphony of flesh and desire. Chan's thrusts push you forward, taking Han deeper into your throat. Han's hands are on you, stroking your back, your ass, your hair. The room is filled with the sounds of your pleasure, their grunts and groans, the slick sound of their bodies moving against yours.
The final orgasm builds slowly, a crescendo of pleasure that promises to be the most intense yet. You're lost in a haze of sensation, your body no longer your own, but a plaything for their pleasure. And you've never felt more alive.
"Come for us, Y/N," Chan grunts, his rhythm becoming erratic. "One last time."
The command breaks you. Your body arches, a silent scream tearing from your throat as the most powerful orgasm yet rips through you. It's a blinding, all-consuming wave of pleasure that leaves you trembling and spent. Chan, Changbin and Han follow you over the edge, their warmth filling you as they find their own release, filling you all over with semen
For a long moment, the only sound in the room is your combined, heavy breathing. You collapse onto the couch, your body finally sated.
The fire inside you has finally been extinguished, leaving you feeling warm, content, and utterly exhausted.
The three of them are a tangle of limbs around you, their bodies warm and solid against yours.
"Told you we weren't that hopeless," Han mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.
You manage a weak laugh, your eyes drifting closed. "Okay," you whisper. "You win."
And as you drift off to sleep, surrounded by the warmth and scent of your best friends, you can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was the best bet you've ever lost.
summary: part two of all done: boss. jeongin is a total dipshit. but you like him, like the others too, after all. and if you like them, shouldn’t you have sex with them? (jeongin, changbin, hyunjin getting sum in this part)
warnings: creepy and asshole skz, absolutely unrealistic, cursing, power imbalance, objectification of reader, sexism, little talks of religion and porn addiction, sexual content(oral(f and m receiving), little anal play(f receiving), handjob(m receiving), deepthroating, gagging, cum eating, edging(m receiving), protected p in v, making out, heavy sexual tension), multiple sex scenes
word count: 26k
you know what you are at this point.
a slut.
okay, wow, chill. you’re not a bad slut. you’re doing it for a good cause. these eight overworked men need an outlet, and you’re the only one they trust enough to give it to them without turning it into the end of their careers. soooo slut in the good way. caretaker with benefits. professional throat goat. whatever.
so, rightfully, the eight boys started to develop some serious kind of… fixation on you.
channie and hyunjin are first place here, obviously. chan more, so hyunjin is a second place, maybe. but both of them because they got you taken away from them when they needed more, you took yourself away from them.
but chan remembers how you cried out when he pulled your ass open. and hyunjin… has just been extra pissy. little immature brat, that’s what he is.
third is felix. you see, felix has been into porn for years. like we can even say a light addiction. he’s also chronically online as fuck. he’s seen everything, a good example is the ankha zone video back in the day(jerked off to it more than once), hardcore stuff, soft stuff, he’s been exposed to most of it, has seen every category, every fetish, every little scenario you can imagine. his brain is working dumb from years of dopamine highs.
and now, now he has a real, living, breathing, pretty workplace crush who apparently sucks dick great.
not a good combination.
psychologically, especially. porn addiction already desensitizes the reward system, normal sex doesn’t hit the same anymore. but then you show up, sweet, helpful, competent, and suddenly the fantasy comes into reality. his brain starts mashing the two together. you handing him water becomes “what if she dropped to her knees right here?” you bending over to pick something up becomes “what if i grabbed her hips and…” he’s stuck in this loop where every innocent interaction gets filtered through thousands of hours of porn. it’s making him stupid. making him horny. dumb. a boy.
he’s got a weird fixation on staff hoodies now because of you. keeps imagining you on your knees in the hoodie you own, you riding him while still wearing it, you letting him cum on your face after a long day and some getting on the hoodie.
you do catch the fact that he’s kind of different because of this, different around and about human bodies, when someone mentions his religion, but you just got to the conclusion of him being a little on the spectrum about interaction maybe or he got bad influence from somewhere. no idea that it’s about addiction, that it’s about porn.
during one long break he’s sitting in the corner scrolling on his phone, his headphone on pretty head, but when you walk past he looks up. his eyes go over your body, undressing you with them. there’s this not quite here look in his eyes for a tiny bit before he blinks it away and gives you that usual beautiful smile that just charms everyone when he sees that you came to interact with him.
you hand him something he asked for earlier. you get a “thanks, y/n.” you notice the way his hand tightens on his phone. don’t know though that it’s because he’s fighting the urge to palm himself right there.
porn brain + real girl he wants = a fucking mindfuck for such a guy like him. his brain does not rest on the topic, it’s all you on your knees, you bent over, you taking multiple of them(such a favorite of his), all these he’s conditioned himself to crave. but now with you. all of these next to the brutal stress, of course.
the rest of them aren’t much better, they’re just less online about it. they’re all just boys.
fourth would be jeongin. he heard you and chan that night, after all. he looks up at chan too, at hyunjin. plus you’re hot. mix this together and you get jeongin wanting some of you like now. his dumb little brain needs it, and that dumb little brain controls the body, which just feels, works crazy because of you now.
then changbin, maybe. first he thought about himself as not brave enough for this whole thing, but then… but then fuck’s sake, he’s a grown ass man. a grown ass man with money, talent, a career, brutal sized arms, and what genuinely gets every woman off their feet, a fucking nice car. so now with that confidence he sometimes gains, his mind is easier to set on the thought of you. now he’s thinking about you aaaaaall day, such a babe, like has his elbow on the table and his pretty chin in his hand zoning out typa thinking about you all day.(chan is shouting at him to pay attention)
han can try and maybe relieve that tension in himself with being physical. that’s his best solution for this. keeps hugging you longer, gives you goodmorning and bye y/n hugs, pressing his body on yours, smelling your hair. like specifically smelling your hair, the creep. he feels like you’re the cure to his stress(since you helped the others) and now he wants to actually get to it. if you made it better for chan(chan did tell the boys lots about it, they’re really honest with each other) and hyunjin(same here, these boys overshare when not waiting until their roommate is away to get his dick sucked by the girl that said roommate also wants, khm hyunjin khm). he especially really needs the release you can give them, he’s not feeling particularly well these days, that only you can give them.
seungmin has jacked it to you double digits times now, acts like nothing’s up the next day. he’s actually good at it. well, all of them are, they were trained to hide themselves, to hide the realness. so he hides his aching, obsessive sexual want towards you, like nothing is up with him, like him and felix are not talking basically only about you when they’re home. like yeah everything’s fine he’s not obsessed with the idea of you getting him off, nooo, pfft.
minho’s the last on this list but only because he’s the most intelligent of them. so, like, he still needs you, bad, but he’s more of a man, doesn’t roll around in his bed and giggle at home like some(han, felix, changbin) do about you, his little fixation is actually the most active, most torturing when you’re actually in front of him. but then, it’s bad.
they’re all just boys at the end of the day. we already talked about this in the first part, biology. testosterone. dopamine. vasopressin. evolution. what you have signals good mate material. same drill we’re already over, great ass good for birthing, soft tits good for feeding, warm mouth that doesn’t complain(any man’s dream), bla bla bla. add the insane pressure they live under, no privacy, constant performance, zero release, it’s only natural, normal, that one(1) good blowjob turns into this whole blow up in their little circle.
and you have the knowledge of exactly how chan felt grinding against your soaked pussy and how hyunjin moaned when he came down your throat. it’s almost an equal power situation, they have power over you, and you also have power over them, both in different ways. they’re technically more powerful than you, but if you wanted to seduce(which you never intended, they became attracted on their own), you’d have them wrapped around your pinky in a move. well, you already kinda have them like that, but there’s a significant difference between you having intention to do this and not.
they can act mature and calm all day, they can be flawless for the cameras, but the second their brains register this girl lets us cum, they’re just losers, it’s years of suppressed sexual frustration and sudden access to a willing mouth. like sudden access. if this happened a little slower, maybe they would have themselves together a little better, maybe they would be more cool headed. but they’re not, because this happened fast, and that also turns them so on.
you’re in the middle of eating in your bed at 10:47pm when your phone buzzes. it’s jeongin. you just have him saved as in. almost was boss in, but you didn’t feel that funny that day.
in: hey y/n
in: sorry for texting so late
in: can u help me with something? it’s about banking stuff and transferring money. u always handle everything so well so i thought maybe u could explain it to me? i’m kinda lost lol
you stare at the message, food pouring out of your mouth, basically. it’s a lame excuse and you both know it.
you: sure i’ll come over quick.
same night, later now, you’re standing outside jeongin and chan’s dorm again. hm, the great memories here.
it’ll be quick. professional. just like the other times. help the boy with his “banking stuff” and go home.
jeongin opens the door looking nervous as fuck. he’s in a black hoodie and gray sweatpants, not because he’s calm like that, it’s because he knows that women find it hot, he wants to look good, he’s this simple with technique, hair messy. he’d been running his hands through it.
“thanks for coming.” he mumbles, not meeting your eyes at first, stepping aside quickly, eyes more on your body now that you’re dressed more casually. looks good on you. “sorry it’s so late.”
“hm, it’s fine.”
“uh, chan’s not home. yet. he’s working late.”
you know. he sent you home himself.
it’s tidier now than last time. you don’t know which of them’s hand was in it but whatever, you kind of know it’s because of you. so the place will look good in your eyes.
you walk in, he closes the door behind you. it’s new, that it’s just you and jeongin. you never had this place like that yet.
he gives an awkward little “uh” sound, gestures with one hand with the other pin straight next to him, then walks towards his room so you’ll follow him. you do.
in there he tells you to “uh, sit down.” waving towards his bed. okay.
you sit on the edge of it, looking up at him. he stays standing for a second, shifting on his feet, then he sits down next to you, hands clasped in his lap.
“so… about the banking thing.” you start gently.
“i lied.”
“hm?”
he rubs the back of his neck, typical boy thing to do. “i… i heard you. with chan.”
oh.
that’s immediately different.
your stomach does a little flip. this is just an apartment, not a castle. of course. you’d completely forgotten how easily sound travels in these places.
“i woke up to get water and… i heard you. both of you.” he needs to get it out before he dies of shame. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to listen. the walls are so thin and i… i couldn’t stop listening. i don’t know. yeah. sorry. i don’t know.”
you sit there for a second, processing. then you do what you do best, you turn into the nice one. the caretaker. reach over and gently put your hand on his knee. “hey… it’s okay. really. did it upset you? be honest.”
he shakes his head. “no. not upset. just… surprised. fuck, i’m sorry. this is so weird. you probably think i’m a creep. i’m sorry.”
you squeeze his knee gently, smiling a little. “i don’t think you’re a creep. it’s normal to feel a lot of things about that. are you mad at chan? or at me?”
“not mad at all.” he says quickly, looking at you, eyes wide. well, wide compared to how his eyes usually are. “i just… i don’t know. he didn’t tell us about that. he told us about when you… first… did it for him, but not about this.” he moans, covers his face with both hands. “god i sound so stupid right now.”
he’s so fucking hot. you remember how good he looked that one night in just boxers, little sleepy, way more casual than how he is now.
you rub his knee soothingly. “you don’t sound stupid. it’s okay. really. if you’re curious about what happened, then almost nothing more than the… ‘first’ time he told you guys about.” you still didn’t simply forget that he told them. fucker. “there was… shit, this is weird to say, little more physicality, but no… actual sex if you’re thinking that. calm down.”
he peeks at you through his fingers, so red. “you’re so nice. you always are. that’s part of the… problem.” talking bout some problem, he really just can’t get it out what he wants to say, that’s why he talks so… cringe would be the right word? no, well it doesn’t feel like that at the moment, but he’s gonna be wanting to sink into the ground from embarrassment the next day though.
“what’s the other part?” but you’re good at playing along, at moving at the same level they are when it’s needed. like you get second hand embarrassment from felix so many times but still have the chemistry with him.
he lowers his hands slowly, biting his bottom lip, muttering “that i really want what chan got. sorry.”
now he looks embarrassed and relieved to have said it out loud. his eyes keep going to your mouth, then away, he can’t help it.
good fucking thing you shaved this morning. you’d done it in the shower with this exact possibility in the back of your mind. so, not because you’re a hopeless slut, but because you’re selfaware enough to know that with this situation going on between the nine of you, at least one more was probably going to try his luck soon. so you were practical. responsible, even.
“if you want, i can help you too. that’s okay.”
“yeah?”
“yeah. and, y’know, this isn’t emotional. none of this is an emotional thing, i’m just… helping. same as with chan. same as with hyunjin. i don’t mind. that’s it.”
he nods quickly, he’s gorgeous. that’s the right word for this man, gorgeous. “yeah. yeah, i get it. just helping. i’m okay with that. really. yeah. yeah. yeah.”
“so like, don’t overthink. this is as casual as me giving you guys water. as casual as a cat on the street. as a shirt, as a recording, as a condom, as a—“
you’re saying more, mature, but he’s not listening anymore. he stopped when you said condom, did he hear that right? condom? thinking she’s already thinking that far?
“o-oh! yeah— condom, right— fuck, okay—” he fumbles across the bed, like a fucking baby deer on ice the fucking loser, nearly falling off as he yanks open his bedside drawer. digs through it fast, loud, and finally yanks out a foil packet. he throws it onto the bed, then practically jumps back into his original spot, chest heaving.
there we go. the condom is out in the open.
“relax, innie.” you chuckle. you’re breathtaking. you’re such a great woman, fuck.
he nods again. then, after a few seconds of nervous silence “um… eh, uh, can i… eat you out first?”
oh?
(of course he wants to. selfish at his core. he doesn’t just want to make you feel good, he wants to bury his face in your pussy, taste it, smell it, lick it. the only way it’s about your pleasure is his ego being built by making a woman feel good.)
“yeah, okay.”
his pretty mouth drops. he closes it. swallows. “uh… can i… move you? is that fine?” he asks. “i promise i’ll be gentle.”
you nod.
he gets up on his knees, hands shaky. he gently takes your waist and helps guide you further onto the bed.
“um… can you get on your knees for me? please?”
you do. you move onto all fours.
he makes a little “nhh” sound behind you. likes this, clearly. then he puts a hand on your upper back and gently pushes your chest down onto the mattress, leaving your ass up in the air. his touch is awkward. you’re his assistant, for fuck’s sake.
“like… like this? is this comfortable?” he asks.
“perfect.”
fuck his fucking life fucking now. fucking hell he’s horny.
his sheets smell like him and boy. you can feel him kneeling behind you, hands still on you.
“you look really pretty like this.” he whispers. “can i…?”
you answer with a “mhm” and by arching your back a little more, pushing your ass toward him.
“okay… okay.” he whispers, mostly to himself.
and then his hands slide up to pull your pants down. his hands are shaking. he pulls your pants down slowly, dragging them over the curve of your ass. what a pretty ass. when he gets them to your thighs he pauses, just staring. your panties look good on you. then he keeps going, tugging them all the way off your legs, reaching back up to get your panties too, now pulling the two down together. he takes both off completely. not for your comfort. definitely not. he wants them gone completely so nothing is in his way, so he can look at all of you without anything blocking his view. he wants full access. it’s for his ego, the satisfaction of having you bare and exposed for him, someone lower than him socially, financially, physically, nothing in the way.
once your lower half is completely naked, he’s just staring directly at your pussy. thinks it’s beautiful. suits you. so pretty, your soft folds, your clit peeking out, your inviting little asshole just above it all, cherry on top really.
“you’re so pretty.” he mumbles. thanks, mr this is all professional, we appreciate your love for women’s bodies here. his hands grab your asscheeks and gently spread you open wider so he can get an even better look.
“hm. thanks.” you whisper.
he’s shaking, really is. both because this is new, this is hot, and also because he’s so turned on. you can feel his breath, hot, uneven because he’s so full of nerves, on your exposed pussy.
he leans in slowly, and presses the softest little kiss on your folds.
then gives you a lick to start off with, flattening that breathtaking tongue, dragging from your clit all the way up, parting your folds.
he moans loudly into you. then he does it again, licks up again. and again. longer, wetter, dragging his tongue through every inch of your pussy. of his little assistant’s pussy.
he pushes his face in deeper, nose pressed into your entrance, shaking his head from side to side so his tongue rubs messily all over your clit and folds. sounds like pure sex, stomach flipping, slurping, moaning, the slick noise of his tongue lapping at you.
you feel good, really good, but you know this isn’t about making you cum. this is all for him. every moan, every lick is him stroking his own ego. he’s eating your pussy because he wants to. because he feels good in the fact that he has the girl who sucked off chan and hyunjin bent over on his bed with her pussy in his face.
he settles on his flawless flat little stomach on the bed. his hands spread your ass wider and he buries his face deeper, smearing your juices all over his mouth, nose, and chin.
he drags his tongue higher, experimentally licking over your asshole. it’s clumsy, curious, a little shy, but he likes it so he does it again, slower, circling the rim with the tip of his tongue while his hands keep your ass spread wide open for him.
but he goes back to your pussy. he’s obsessed with it. it’s pretty, cute, maybe even perfect, in his opinion. he pushes his tongue inside your entrance, fucking it in and out, feeling your walls flutter around him. fuck yes. pornographic. starts licking with licks that cover your entire cunt. long ones from clit to hole, smaller flicks right into your entrance, gentle sucks on your folds, lightly sucking on your asshole when he’s there.
but he’s not there much. he’s aaaall up in your vag, always going back there, now you can feel his nose bumping into your asshole as he buries his face deeper, tongue going back inside you, trying to reach as far as possible.
“mmh— good, good…” he mumbles into your pussy, voice muffled. he starts shaking his face in it again, almost aggressive, tongue all up in you, sucking you in.
he grabs your hips better and pulls you back onto his face, literally sitting you on him while he lies on his stomach a little more, arches his neck back better.
now your pussy is completely smothering his mouth. tongue fucking in and out of it, nose rubbing your little asshole as he makes you ride his face. has jeongin ever been happier?
his eyes actually roll back in pleasure. his chin keeps brushing your clit from below, giving you these random little almost nothing sparks of pleasure while his tongue works inside you. everytime he pushes his flawless tongue as deep as it can go, his nose pokes firmer into your asshole and he lets out these little blissful whimpers, manly moans.
he’s so into it. not focused on your pleasure beyond how it feeds his own ego.
his arms tighten around your thighs, pulling you even harder on his mouth. he’s practically suffocating himself in your pussy and loves it. so wet sounds fill the room as he laps and sucks and tonguefucks you, just… without any real rhythm.
and even though it feels really fucking good, you know that you’re not even close to cumming. because you know the truth too, that this isn’t for you. this is all for him. this is jeongin getting his fix.
he’s getting exactly what he wants. selfish.
he’s in heaven though. you feel him smiling into your cunt as he’s currently trying to probably, what, suck everything out of it?
mr wait until marriage is currently telling you “mmph— fuck— mmh—” as his pretty little mouth goes down to suck on your clit, his nose pressing straight into the source of your wetness now. laps at it, drinks at it, then goes back into your entrance to eat at that too.
he feels so good. never better. really. he’s eating the same pussy chan and hyunjin got. well, not really, innie, they didn’t get any actual pussy, but that’s not what he thinks about now. he thinks he’s as good as his hyungs now.
even though he’s even better, kinda. like, you wouldn’t let hyunjin do this. chan, hm, maybe, but you stopped that even at just grinding. well, that was because feelings and tension were clearly getting involved, but whatever. not the point. maknae gets pussy. others don’t.
maknae fucks that pussy with his tongue, that perfect muscle of his curling up, trying to scoop out everything he can get. then he pulls back, spits on your pussy (messy and loud), and pushes his face back in, sucking on your folds, licking up and over your clit, then moving up again to shove his tongue back into you. his hands spread your ass again, he lost grip. hurts. feels nice too. his nose keeps rubbing on your asshole, he seems to love that too, the way it twitches in his face.
it’s intimate. he doesn’t process it as that. he just processes it as pussy. you process it as something you get paid for. win win.
he pulls his tongue out of your hole and drags it up sensually, circling your asshole again. this time he’s less shy about it. he licks over the tight little muscle slowly, then presses the point of his tongue in it. he sucks gently on it too. that makes your whole body jolt.
makes you moan.
oh?
feels good. he’s doing great.
he almost cums from your moan then goes back to your pussy, he can’t stay away for long anyway. his tongue fucks back into your entrance, exploring that again, your walls, chin on your clit, his nose in your asshole. it’s overwhelming for both sides.
then his fingers join the party. he slides one finger into your pussy, pushing it in deep immediately(so he doesn’t gently work it in or anything, it just slips inside) while he pulls away to watch it. he moans at how warm and wet you are inside, loves it.
he adds a second finger quickly, pumping them in and out. no rhythm. not much pleasure from it, for you. plenty for him, for his little soul. just thrusting them in and out.
he was a horrible student, you can tell. back in sex ed he probably stared at the ceiling the whole time. everything he knows about eating pussy came from other guys bragging in the dorm, from porn.
he remembers the clit thing suddenly, women like that, right?
“oh shit— right.” he mumbles, more to himself than you.
his tongue finally moves down and finds your clit with an actual purpose now(right now he wants to feel like he’s as good as chan and hyunjin. he wants to prove he can make you feel good too, even if it’s mostly for himself). at least he hopes he does, he’s in the right place, right? (he is.) he sucks on it gently at first, then harder, why didn’t he think of this when he was there before, smiles on it when you moan. he likes to hear that. his fingers keep fucking into you during, curling awkwardly, searching for something he’s not even sure how to find.
but god, he really wants this. he wants to devour you. currently humping the bed under himself too.
having you bent over on his bed, face down, ass up, pussy dripping on his tongue while he fingers you, it makes his head spin. makes him crazy. confident. wild. he feels like he finally caught up to his hyungs. like he’s one of the big boys now.
he pulls his fingers out to spread your ass again with both hands, staring at your holes, then spits on your asshole and licks it again, pushes the tip of his tongue inside again, moaning into you. would die for this taste.
then he pulls away with one last little kiss, goes back to your pussy, sucking your clit again, taking his hands off your perfect little ass and pushing three fingers inside your vag this time, giving little “uhhn” sounds to your clit.
he pulls his fingers out just so he can shake his face between your legs again, smearing your wetness all over his mouth, nose, and chin. he’s loud with his breathing, the little noises.
he has a beautiful voice.
his tongue pushes back inside your hole, fucking you. his eyes roll back in pure bliss at the smell of you, your little asshole(made for him, in his humble opinion) right on his nose. this position is making him feel like nothing else.
each sound you make makes him more confident in himself, every gasp, every whimper, every shaky breath. this is good for his mental health, actually. he’s been through a lot, has been extra stressed nowadays too. this is just perfect now.
he pulls back, gasping for air, face shiny and flushed, lips swollen. his eyes are glassy, pupils so big as he stares at your dripping pussy. he’s in a trance. then dives back in. like so deep that you can feel his teeth, the way his jaw works. you can feel his slurping, feel the “mmh— mmh—” noises he gives into you. just takes from you, that’s what he’s doing.
he’s so fucking happy right now. he’s so proud of himself it’s pathetic.
but you’re getting tired of this shit.
it feels good, sure. his tongue is warm and feels funny and he’s hitting some nice spots by pure accident. but you know exactly that jeongin is using your pussy to jerk off his mental health. he’s just living out his fantasy of being “one of the guys.”
so you put on your best performance, which you’re good at, and start gasping loudly, thighs shaking around his head. your hand flies back, into his hair, and you tug gently, pulling his face away from your dripping cunt.
“woah— wait, innie, too much.” you moan breathlessly, making it sound like he just rocked your entire world. “fuck, you’re… you’re really good at that.”
he pulls back, panting hard, face shiny from nose to chin with your juices. his little lips swollen and red and open. he looks dazed. hit.
you sit up a little, turning your head to look back at him. “you’re gonna make me real tired if you keep going like that…” you lie sweetly, a little shaky like you’re overwhelmed. you’re not. “but what about you, hm? don’t you want to feel good too?”
his breath hitches. his eyebrows go up, a little cute, hopeless. a little fucker is what he is, oh you’d just kick him in the head now if it wasn’t about your payment.
“how about you lay on your back properly, and we finally get to that? let me take care of you.”
he’s so easy. he flips onto his back immediately, dear god he’s actually fucking hilarious, almost rolling off the bed in his hurry.
“y-yeah… okay.” he breathes, voice cracking with excitement. you’re seconds away from slapping your tummy laughing. “if… if you want to. you don’t have to—”
you push his head back down onto the pillow. smile charmingly at him. “shh. let me help you, boss.”
oh that name specifically gets him bucking his hips up once into the air.
you’re more than ready to move this along. “sit up for me maybe, that’ll feel better.” you murmur softly.
he whines, the pathetic asshole, scrambling up into a sitting position against the headboard, legs spread. this hoodie looks good on him with the sleeves pushed up. you just noticed.
you reach forward and hook your fingers into the waistband of his pants. the second you start tugging, jeongin lifts his hips, watching it with you how his cock springs free immediately, slapping up on his stomach. oh he’s that hard. basically ready to bust.
fuck, he’s prettily shaven too. just like hyunjin, smooth as a fucking pornstar. not a single hair around the base or on his balls. so he prepared for this too. it was worth it, he has a pretty dick. basically like chan’s just not as long(still more than enough to be impressive, especially on a guy like him, the airhead), beautiful and manly, makes you suddenly care about this whole thing a lot more. his balls are perfect too, like perfect, the little guys especially suit him, two nice, full, separate little balls underneath, which you can clearly see and appreciate individually. lucky boy.
you just can’t help the small huff that escapes you. it’s actually an amused sound, and you’re rarely amused. amused is a big word for you.
of course he’s pretty down here too.
just like hyunjin. pretty face, decent dick, and zero fucking brains between the ears. consistent, it is. the prettier they are, the dumber they get. it’s only natural, the universe giving with both hands is nearly impossible.
except when it comes to you. you’re perfect, of course. insert angel emoji that’s incredibly cringe to write down but fits here perfectly.
so basically him and hyunjin are the same. jeongin’s just the less intense and not that much of a brat version.
his cock twitches under your gaze, rock hard, he’s embarrassed by how obvious it is.
you reach out and wrap your hand around him gently, giving one slow stroke just for now.
he hisses through his teeth, thrusting up into your fist.
“mm, where did the condoms go?” you mumble sweetly, stroking him, looking around. you really mean it just playfully, you don’t actually plan on fucking hi—
the speed at which he moves actually embarasses hyunjin’s dancing skills. like he fucking lunges to the side, cock bouncing as he does, and snatches the condom packet from where he threw it earlier. wow, seems to know it perfectly where it was too. his hands are shaking so badly he almost drops it twice while trying to tear it open. instead rips it open with his teeth like an animal, so unsafe jeongin don’t do that ever again that’s irresponsible and dangerous to both parties, then quickly rolls it down his cock, so unbelievably clumsy.
even that looks hot on him.
when not fucking hilarious. he’s fucking hilarious.
the way his abdomen muscles flex when he sits up a little, the way his lower arm muscles tense as he smooths the condom down his pretty manly shaft, the way his pretty face is concentrated, twisting up as he bites on his lip while looking down, it’s so attractive. dumb boys with pretty bodies are like the top ten inventions on the world.
once the condom’s on, jeongin leans back against the headboard again, so beautiful chest rising and falling fast under that hoodie, the fact how built his chest is, how wide it seems under the clothes, is also attractive because it shows you he worked for that, fucking dumbass doing one smart thing at least, then looks at you with those big, desperate, boyish eyes.
his cock stands hard and wrapped, begging for your attention. soon, mini jeongin, soon. though the pretty balls under it makes you want to hurry up.
same guy you saw once only in his underwear. when you were with his roommate. who you also had some kind of sex with, also had naked like this, also had. but he was barefoot and jeongin still has his fuckass white socks on. whatever.
point is, now you want this too. not as desperately as he does, but sure, you’re down.
he whines softly, so beautiful, an angelic little sound even(hyunjin sounded even better), takes you off your feet almost, and reaches up with shaky fingers to tug gently at the collar of your shirt.
“please…” he whispers, cheeks so red. obviously hurt to say even out loud.
you tilt your head, looking at him. you’re so patient. so hot. “you want my tits?”
he nods. embarrassing and embarrassed.
you sigh softly, fondly, and start unbuttoning the top few buttons of your shirt. but leave it like that, you’re not in the mood to take anything more off. would be too intimate. so you instead reach in, pull the cups of your bra down, let your tits spill out over the top.
“oh… mhm…” he breathes, staring. he’s never seen anything so perfect in his life. (he has, it’s chan’s back, jeongin’s just too horny now)
you lean forward a little and gently caress the side of his neck with one hand, thumb stroking over his racing pulse.
his breathing stops.
“come here.” you whisper, straddling him, knees on either side of his hips. you reach down, wrap your fingers around his condom covered cock, and line him up with yourself.
you start sinking down. inch by inch. so slow. you could go fast but you’re in the mood now too, finally.
(acting like you weren’t also in the mood when you were grinding with chan and when, as painful it is to admit, when you were listening to that otherworldly asshole’s, hwang fucking hyunjin’s little moans while you sucked him off)
he feels good. you’re wet already anyway. condom has lube too, which you’re currently wiping off on his shoulder. jeongin doesn’t care, doesn’t notice, currently his head falls back on the wall, giving a little “aaahh…” to you, mouth open, eyes closing. his hands get on your waist, gripping, holding, wanting.
“fuck, you’re so tight.” he whines up into the air. thanks.
you let his brutally satisfying??? cock fill you up until your ass is on his smooth boy thighs. feels good, that he’s holding you up now, kind of. the knowledge that you’re sitting on him and you’re, kinda, safe. and oh yeah also that he’s buried to the hilt in you, stretching you nicely.
you let out a soft, pleased sigh, adjusting to the feeling of him, rocking a little, your body releasing dopamine now that your little cunt finally has something big in it.
for a bit you just sit there, full of him. jeongin turns his head back down to look at your taken out tits.
you start rocking first. nothing crazy, you’re good at what you do, good at sex anyway. his cock quite literally stirs in you. feels good.
movement makes your tits bounce gently. jeongin’s eyes follow them, he’s hypnotized, lips parted, soft little moans slipping out his pretty mouth.
“mhyeah, yeah, that’s good…” he mumbles.
“hm.” you answer to not leave him on seen irl and keep rocking, nice and slow, letting him get hornier, feel every inch of your warm, wet pussy sliding around his cock.
your hands decide to live on his shoulders, thumbs stroking his neck as you move. you’re sweet. good at this.
you let out these soft, sweet little sounds that make him a thousand times more into this, into the moment, and you start getting into it more. rising up a little higher before sinking back down, really riding him. smooth, sensual.
your tits bounce more noticeably, jiggling everytime you drop down on his cock. jeongin’s hands slide up from your waist/hips to cup your breasts, as much as it’s out at least, holding them, his assistant’s pretty boobs.
“oh my god, fuck, you feel so good.” he whimpers.
“thank you, innie. so do you.”
he moans. loud. his hips start thrusting up to meet yours, trying to fuck up into you. patience, maybe? no? okay.
you lean forward, pressing your tits closer to his face, and he take his chance, latches onto one nipple, sucking on it, moaning around it. it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. both his hands keep squeezing, kneading, mammal, animal while you ride him a little faster, a little harder. wet sounds of your pussy sliding up and down his cock start to come out. rhythmic. you’re way better at this than he is.
his head keeps falling back, then snapping forward again so he can watch your tits bounce and suck on them again. his teeth hurt on you sometimes, whatever, working is hard, and that’s what you’re doing now. now you just… enjoy it enough to moan too. or maybe it’s also the discomfort that your clit would like some friction too, but him inside is good too. really good.
not as good as for him though.
“ahh, fuck— oh my god.” his voice is high. he can’t control it. you’re too good. you’re perfect.
you grab his pretty face with one hand, the other is still on that flawless shoulder you’d love sitting on, like nothing sexual genuinely just sitting, men with shoulders like these are made to carry girls on them, anyways, and squish his cheeks together.
his lips pucker out like a fish, still swollen, eyes going wide as you ride him slower to focus on your words.
“do you know when chan’s coming home?” you ask calmly, still bouncing on his cock, like it’s nothing, dude.
“dunno, he alweady migh be homemmph.”
“shut the fuck up then.”
jeongin’s eyes roll back and he moans even louder. dipshit. he likes that. the meanness. the way you’re using him and he’s also using you.
but he really can’t stay quiet. he’s getting so close already, pathetic boy. his balls are all up in him already, his abs are clenching, thighs shaking and flexing under you.
and exactly when he starts whimpering “i’m close— i’m so close—” you sit fully on his cock, grinding in slow circles now, and he whines pathetically under your hand still squishing his cheeks.
“n-nooo, please, ah wass so closs.”
you wait until his breathing evens out a little, then start moving slowly again, taking him fully again.
he moans loud and relieved, head falling back. so happy that you’re riding him again, faster this time, tits bouncing over your bra which he’s too close to cum to pay proper attention to. why are they out then?
him not appreciating you enough is your exact reason to edge him again when he looks like he’s close, so you lift yourself up until just the tip is inside you, holding still.
his hips try to chase you. “fuhh—ffuck, no, no no no— i was right there, i was right there.” he tries to thrust up but you squirm away, clicking your tongue. that’s so hot. “pleassah need— ah, need t’cum— so baaad, so fuckin’ badh—”
you look down at him, squishing his cheeks together more once or twice just to watch him look cute, and sink back down slowly.
he cries out, head rolling around as you’re bouncing fast, letting your tits jiggle right in front of his face that he now looks at sometimes. still not good enough.
you let go of his face. need both hands on his perfect shoulders. now you can listen to him tell you “ahhgonna— mmh, fuck, y/n— so good so gooood— please lemmelemme i need, ungh— cum— pleasepleaseplease—”
you stop. you sit still on his cock, clenching around him rhythmically while he thrashes around underneath you.
his eyes are wet, whole face red, beautiful. “mmh, y/n, gonna—gonna, fuck, mommy— nowaitshit— please, ahh, huuh, fuckme, please— unghhh—” he has his teary eyes rolled back, mouth open, drooling a little. he’s so close it hurts, y/n, please.
“shh. be quiet. chan might be home, remember?”
he nods. “mmh, sorry, please, let me— want, pleaseeeee—”
pathetic.
that’s what he gets. that’s what he deserves for being a selfish asshole, and also because he works so hard and so entitled. so he gets this both for the good and bad.
fuck, he heard that edging feels good or whatever but this is his first time experiencing it. it’s brutal. torture. unbearable. he’s so going to thank you later.
“you wanna cum, jeongin?” you ask sweetly.
“yes, yes please iiii wanna cum so bad.”
“you sure?”
“yes, yesyesyes— please let me, i’m so close, so good, i am, please—”
you keep rolling your hips. “you really do?”
“yes, yesh, please i’m so close it hurts please let me cum—”
“you really need to?”
he’s so turned on. “yes yes yes please please please please i’ll do anything—”
“you want to cum?”
“yes—”
“you want to cum?”
“yes please—”
“you want to cum, jeongin?”
“yesfuckyes, ahh— pleasepleaseplease—”
“really?”
“i can’t hold it y/n pleaseeee—”
his whole body is shaking, hips jerking up desperately, trying to fuck you harder but you keep control.
you finally sigh. don’t stop your pace now. “sure, go ahead, whatever.”
jeongin’s eyes roll back, like he loses control of them, and he lets out the loudest orgasm you’ve ever pulled out of a man.
his hips jerk up, uncontrollable, burying himself as deep as he can while he shakes and thrashes and cries out. high, pathetic, beautiful moans, screams, cries. pretty face twisted in pure bliss as he keeps shooting load after load.
his balls pulse under your ass with every shot he delivers into the condom. it’s adorable.
his whole body convulses underneath you, abs clenching, thighs shaking, ass flexing up, fingers digging painfully into your waist as he rides out the longest, hardest orgasm of his life.
you gave that to him. his assistant. helped him out with this too.
you keep riding him through it. his eyes are rolled back, mouth open, drooling, completely fucked stupid. it takes almost thirty seconds before his orgasm finally starts to fade.
you sit down on his cock for a few more seconds, letting him catch his breath, then slowly lift yourself off him. he slips out with a wet sound, condom very full.
you stand up, not even mad that you didn’t cum because you didn’t expect to, whatever you’ll rub one out at home, pull your bra back up, button your shirt, pull your pants and panties back on calmly. fix your clothes.
all while that dumb little babe is lying there completely fucked out. it looks good on him, that hoodie pushed up, pants around his thighs, cock softening in the condom, chest slowly moving now, eyes closed.
you pat his cheek. your first idea was to give him a forehead kiss but that would be unprofessional(that would be?). “you did well. get some rest, okay? drink some water.”
he nods weakly, mumbling something that sounds like “thank you” but slurred.
“and don’t think too hard about it.”
“got it.” he whispers.
you check your reflection real quick in the mirror (you look mostly normal), and leave his room. a boyish room. suits him. kinda messy but not the clothes on the floor way, just lotta clutter. nice, in general.
chan doesn’t seem to be home yet. you pause at the front door, listening, but there’s nothing.
eh. you’re too tired to go back into the studio to check on him now. whatevs.
you close the door softly behind you and head home.
men. always so horny. always so loud. always leaving you walking home at midnight. but hey, at least you’re good at your job.
the next morning, jeongin is sitting at the small kitchen counter at their dorm, staring intensely into his little protein cereal. chan walks into the kitchen, still just waking up, oh how cute boys are just living together, and jeongin looks somewhere else. the ceiling, the floor, his spoon, anywhere but chan’s face. his leg is bouncing.
chan, mostly half asleep and shirtless still, scratches his stomach and opens the fridge. “morning.”
“morning.” jeongin says way too nonchalant, eyes glued to his cereal.
chan grabs his own shit, whatever men like these eat that are either forced on them or they torture themselves with it willingly, and sits down across from jeongin.
jeongin doesn’t look up.
chan raises an eyebrow. chews on his little breakfast. hot. “you good?”
“yeah. super good. everything’s great.” he shovels cereal into his mouth so aggressively he almost chokes on it. oh but didn’t choke on pussy yesterday.
chan chews slowly, watching him. “…did you break something of mine?”
“no.”
“did you mess up something?”
“no.” jeongin stands up, grabs his bowl, basically runs to the sink. “i’m gonna go shower.” he announces to the fucking wall. he can’t look his hyung in the eye. not after he spent half the night with his cock buried inside the same girl chan had on him a few nights ago.
chan sits there, completely lost. “…okay?”
jeongin speedwalks to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
channie baby(hopeless man just too tired mentally to be anything and anywhere else) hears the shower turn on. hm. okay. he mutters to himself “what the fuck is wrong with him this morning…” chan is typically the type to mutter to himself out loud. chan is like those dads who swear on their lives they don’t care about the series going on in the tv but still stand with specifically both hands on his hips behind the couch, eyes glued to the screen. he’s also like the dads who are fucking asleep and the milisecond you reach for the remote, he wakes up and tells you he was watching that.
anyways. he has no idea what’s up with jeongin.
yeah no but just again, these men know each other. can read each other like the word apple. it doesn’t even take three hours for them to figure out that jeongin is not his usual self, and they care about each other, so they’ll want to know what’s in his mind.
and about especially the fucking way he’s on you all day. during practice he “accidentally” bumps into you and lets his hand live on your lower back while smiling and apologizing. bitch take it off. during their lunch he sits next to you, eating, talking to you with his mouth full, really on you and really noticing that you’re the same as you were until now, that you don’t act different. he doesn’t know what to think of that. doesn’t like it, there’s this heavy feeling in his stomach. yeah, he doesn’t like it.
so soon the second you’re away filling their water bottles or just getting new plastic ones, they fly on his ass.
so they’re alone. han kicks jeongin’s foot. “yo, what’s wrong with you? you got laid?”
jeongin’s face loses all color.
felix is grinning. “nah, look at him. he’s glowing, bro.” bro. average men conversation, bro.
seungmin watches jeongin, standing next to him. his eyes are that low lidded type, like he has a straight face. “what’s up?”
changbin leans forward. he’s so cute. “what happened?”
“c’mon.” minho tells him.
hyunjin comes into jeongin’s face a little. “y/n?”
silence.
jeongin is fidgeting with his two hands. laughing. then not. trying to play it cool but failing miserably. “…yeah. we had sex.”
silence.
“she went down on you too??”
“oh— no, like, she rode me.”
…
..?
???
han screams “WHAT?! you?!”
felix turns away, throwing his arms up. “this is bullshit.”
hyunjin’s pretty face twists. “what?” now imagine that in the little beautiful voice of his.
changbin is covering his mouth. chan’s heart physically stops beating. minho’s eyes get BIG.
seungmin is impressed. smiling so wide. “how was it?”
oh jeongin gets brutally embarrassed that he has to say it out loud. like, he wants to, it’s just hard. what happened to allat he’s finally as good as his hyungs mindset? “it was… really good. she was really nice. uh… ate her out. uh, dude, i don’t know, it just happened.”
“how’d she taste?” “did you last longer than two minutes?” “did she moan?” “was she tight? tell me she was tight.” “you lucky little shit, i’ve been trying to get her alone for days—”
“i saw her tits and everything. they’re great.”
han actually falls on his knees.
they’re teasing. being boys. getting more information out of him as we’re speaking, he tells them the whole story. but they’re mad. like wdym jeongin got full sex? wdym you told chan no but let the little maknae dick you down? okay dick you down and you riding him until he was screaming are two different things, but he’s honest about what happened and the others fuck with it. anyways, wdym hyunjin got left with blue balls but jeongin had real sex? hyunjin wants real sex too. so mostly him and chan are the ones actually mad. the others are just jealous but whatever they’re friends and they love innie, no hard feelings. none of them.
and back then, some judged you for even just spending the night with chan. now, surprisingly, there’s none of that. a normal person would assume you’re an actual whore, but since they really want your services, they basically see the world though pink tinted glasses.
can’t be mad at you. you’re so sweet, so helpful, so innocent, so hot. y/n always helps them out. that’s just how the world goes, this was supposed to happen with innie. maybe is it supposed to happen with them too? they hope so.
later that afternoon, when everyone else is distracted with fuckwhat, chan pulls you into one of a smaller rooms, closes the door.
he’s trying to be calm, but it’s not working. “you slept with jeongin?”
“yes.”
he exhales through his nose, looking away, such a man, having his hands on his slutty hips. “why?”
you lean against a table. professional. mature. way more put together than he is right now. “because i wanted to, chan. it’s that simple. he asked. i said yes. same as when you asked. same as when hyunjin asked. it’s just helping, you know that. releasing stress. you all carry so much. i don’t mind being the relief when you need it.”
he’s… insecure? “but why him? after you told me no the other night. after you stopped us. you let him fuck you but you wouldn’t let me?”
oh. so that’s what this is abouuuut.
“what happened with him wasn’t special in that way. he heard us one night through the wall, exactly the night i stopped us. it was different with you, that was a different situation. you two are two different maturities. i thought you knew that too.” i thought you knew that too. why are you lowkey a good manipulator? “i like taking care of you specifically, if that’s what you’re overthinking about. but i’m not picking favorites. it just came like this. this isn’t driven by emotion, but the night i stopped us was. we both could tell, yeah?”
“…yeah.”
“yeah.”
why are you having the upper hand here???
he swallows, looking away. he looks gross. vulnerable needy little bitch. “so you don’t… feel anything when you’re with them?”
“not in the way you’re thinking.” you say softly. it matters how you talk to him now.
he’s quiet for a long time, processing. you’re so calm. so mature. so in control. it’s hot. it turns him on. finally he lets out a long breath and nods. “okay. yeah, you’re right. you’re right.”
you smile and pat his chest. “good. anything else?” oh that has a double meaning and both of you know it.
he watches you with big eyes. “…no.”
dumbass.
yeah. so that went down too. that helped you with seeing them more clearly now.
the more they get comfortable around you, the more they show what they can’t show the cameras. it’s hot, the tension, the secret, but now you see how they are, how they think. how much of the opposites they are from what they give out to the world. weird, confusing, toxic, selfish, traumatized, sexist.
hyunjin is one of the worst. he’s nasty. a bad man. he once told you women are naturally better at taking care of people, which sounds like a nice sentence at first especially said to a woman, but he means it in a way where your entire worth is tied to how useful and soft and fuckable you are. he expects you to drop everything when he calls your name. when you don’t jump fast enough he gets pissy. you’re a hole with nice hands to him. nothing more.
just again, him and jeongin are really similar. jeongin right now feels like getting his dick wet makes him manlier than his hyungs. he just basks in the ego high of i fucked her too.
felix is… you don’t see the side of felix where he’s sexist and kinda unintentionally mean. he doesn’t show you that. he’ll say shit like you’re so good at handling us but the subtext is always you’re so good at serving men. so there’s only under the surface things that you could notice. he doesn’t see you as a full person, he sees a walking collection of holes that happens to be nice to him and gives them what he asks for.
and han gets grabby and pushy when he’s horny. doesn’t really take in mind the fact that you have a personal space too and that you’re not just a worker for him. he’ll sling his arm around you, pull you to his lap without asking, basically is all on you. lucky that you like it, because he doesn’t care if you’re uncomfortable. he wants what he wants. c’mon just the tip final boss. a creep.
changbin is less aggressive than the others but just as selfish. he wants comfort. he wants to be taken care of. he wants your body, he wants a woman. now.
seungmin fully expects you to spread your legs when he decides it’s time. because to him you’re just useful. that’s what you are, a nice girl who can be used for his selfish dick.
minho… would see you as a woman if he cared about your personality, if maybe he got to know you as a person before a worker, if he was your friend, but he’s not. now he’s just an older guy who wants what’s between his assistant’s legs.
chan wants to be special, that’s what his fault is. he’s insecure, needy, sexist, and has a million other things to pay attention to, to top all this off. he’s unbelievably stressed. this is not good for him, but well… better as if there was no relief(the one you give) at all.
they’re all disgusting, pure lustbrained creeps who see you for your body, your services only. they don’t care about your feelings, they don’t ask if your jaw hurts after sucking them off, they don’t care if you’re tired or sore or tired from managing eight massive egos. they just want, want, want. more head. more pussy. more tits in their face. more of you dropping everything to service them.
they’re bitches too. under the idol image, they’re all entitled passive aggressive little shits. they complain about schedules, about each other, about management, about everything, but never about themselves. never about how they treat you.
you watch them live, just learn them when they’re busy. the way they bark your name when they want something. the way they expect you to laugh at their bad man jokes. the way they stare at your body. the casual sexism that slips out in “harmless” comments about women in the industry, about how “emotional” girls get, about how lucky they are to have a “chill” assistant like you.
it disgusts you.
you’re fascinated by it.
how quickly the fake act falls once they’ve had their dick in you. how fast thank you y/n turns into get on your knees y/n, how they go from sweer idols to horny, selfish boys the second they don’t have to act, to look good.
you like them for it, after all.
they’ve been told their whole lives that they’re special, that women exist to serve in some capacity, and now they got you dropped down at their bigass feet, competent, sweet, sexually available, confirming every disgusting fantasy they’ve ever had.
just again, felix and his fantasies. he’ll say something normal, seems like just a nice, an okay guy, all while he’s imagining you in some position he saw in a hentai at 4am. he wants to finally put it in something warm and living and woman and something that will make him cum. he wants you to call him daddy. to suck his cock while he plays his fucking games. he just wants and doesn’t want to give.
jeongin is just dumb. plain dumb. pretty face, nice dick, zero thoughts. he thinks getting to fuck you makes him cool, he tells the others about it left and right, he thinks he accomplished something instead of just being lucky.
hyunjin is mean. he wants to hurt you a little. he gets off on the power imbalance, that you are so much smaller than him, that he could fire you anytime. wouldn’t, though.
seungmin watches you always, when your back is to him. he just wants to fuck. like purely just wants some. he’s just… not entitled enough to do something about it. but he wants to. doesn’t know what to, though. and you’ve already had lots of the others, won’t he look pathetic? ugh, he can’t stand the thought of that. can only hope you see him attractive enough. wants you to. wants to play with you. make you like his voice, his body, his dick. personality is not important. who cares when you’re nothing more than a pair of tits and skill.
changbin feels like shit. already felt like fucking shit in general, then you came along, gave him hope, sucked hyunjin off. he’s not angry at you, of course, he’s not that dumb(so like if this situation was with seungmin and felix, if felix was in changbin’s potion then he’d be so angry at you too. but he’s not in changbin’s position, so) but he really wants some too, c’mon, everyone knows that. hyunjin especially!! so he’s a little angry at hyune now. that combined with living like this, the all time pressure, wanting to fuck bad and knowing who you want to fuck, makes him unreasonable too. he does crazy, dumb shit too. but that mostly comes out between him and the boys, so you don’t get much of that.
minho wants to dick you down but not urgent enough yet to ask. maybe in a scenario where he’ll get real needy but why would you be there, that usually happens when he’s at home. he thinks jisung will eventually start taking you home too, maybe then he’ll start opening towards you more. he already opens towards you lots, take him sitting with you and talking to you, simple staff btw that’s what you are, he’s just that attracted to you.
han just wants some attention too. he gets plenty of it already, but he wants your sexual attention specifically. your eyes on him, preferably in a scenario where he’s shirtless and you’re admiring him. he likes that little scenario lots. when daydreaming, his thoughts always come back to that. it’s his favorite. but… he’s not smart. we know that. so his kindness towards you comes from his want, not his pure heart. because he doesn’t value you. he just wants to fuck.
and we already know, chan wants to be your favorite, doesn’t matter if he likes that fact or not. he wants(craves, needs) emotional intimacy mixed with filthy sex and he doesn’t like that you won’t give him both.
or maybe he has to ask for that too? your job is to do things for them. ugh, no, not that easy. nevermind.
you see how they compete now. how they stare at you, follow you with their eyes. how they touch you more, really shooting their shots with the charm they learned over the years. they’re disgusting.
oh you don’t ignore any of this. you keep in mind every disgusting, selfish, sexist, lustful part of them that they have shown you so far. but you don’t care. you’re okay with them this way, this is just sex. work.
and they use that you let them act like this and accept them that way, since you enable their behavior, you let it slide. why wouldn’t you, you get paid for it.
yeah it’s a mutual understanding. during one long waiting period, you’re sitting on a couch with minho. you two are quiet, have been the whole time, you’re leaning forward to look through some papers on the table in front of you two, someone is talking to you, it’s all so crowded, fast, you feel his hand slide down your back… then lower… then he gropes your ass. like a confident squeeze. something a boyfriend would do.
you turn around immediately and he’s already looking at his phone, blank face, both hands on the phone. “sorry did you—“
“hm?” he asks. looks up at you with those big shining eyes, acting like he doesn’t know what you’re about to ask, like he’s just here and you mixed him up with someone. works well.
you stare at him. he stares back. you both know he’s lying. you both know he doesn’t care.
you sigh. look back to your business. the shit you let them get away with.
he bites his lip not to smile.
also, seungmin and felix living together means that they move such on the same frequency. they get each other so well, click immediately when they want to do something or the other does.
this was the explanation for how one afternoon, near at one of the closets you walk into to get something, they follow you. like not sneaky following, they’ve been having a conversation with you for about fifteen minutes now, so naturally they went with you, weren’t needed for work anyway.
now you’re completely talking to them, just holding whatever you came for. seungmin is in front of you, humming back to you, while felix is behind you pretending to reach for something on the shelf. dumb thing because what could possibly the princess need from there.
you feel fingers at your bra clasp, fumbling, clearly not experienced.
felix is trying to undo it one handed while seungmin distracts you with boring small talk about han.
they’re fucking hilarious, actually.
also can’t do it for shit.
you act like you don’t notice. the clasp doesn’t budge. lix gets frustrated, tugs harder, loses balance, grabs seungmin and yanks him to hold himself up. seungmin falls into felix. both of them fuck around, nearly knocking you over.
you close your eyes. smile. giggle. hear a loud “fuck—” from felix and a “yah—” from seungmin as they tangle into each other.
you turn around slowly.
felix is red. seungmin is pretending he wasn’t involved.
“you two good?”
“yeah.” they say at the same time.
felix mutters something about “the shelf was crooked” and stands up properly, fixes his clothes, hair. seungmin does about the same.
what does this result in? getting their egos hurt when they think they weren’t hot enough for you, didn’t impress you enough. that also can result from when they see one of the others impress you more(well, you’re not really impressed, but they think the other impressed you more because they thought the other did better than them).
hyunjin is big on that too. you make the mistake of smiling at changbin during lunch(because he said something genuinely nice, at least he can). hyunjin sees it from across the room and actually stomps. like actually fucking stomps his foot then barks “y/n. come here.” across the room
you get up, walk over.
he grabs your wrist and leans in. there was zero need for allat for what he’s about to ask for, but he’s beautiful doing it so it’s forgiven. “i want coffee. iced. two shots. oat milk. extra ice. and make sure it’s not watered down like last time.”
he doesn’t need coffee. he just saw you give changbin attention.
you nod sweetly(important that you’re sweet) and go get it.
when you hand it to him he takes it without a word, frowns down at it, then turns away with it. not one thank you said.
the others are just as childish. whores. literally, han hugs you from behind to hang on you. he’s fucking brutal like literally loosens his knees and hangs from you. “sorry y/n, i’m just so tired~” yeah suuuuure buddy.
remember how jeongin slapped your arm sweetly back when you were working with chan and he came out in underwear only? wait you know what he’s packing in those now. anyways. he’s doing those slaps now too, just to touch you, and they somehow always end up brushing the side of your tit. or “y/n i’m so sore from practice, can you massage my shoulders?”
and felix really only does this when no other staff is around, he doesn’t want a rumor to start now does he, but once or twice(exactly seven times) it already happened that he got behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder. breathing on your neck just because he knows women like that, if he’s tired too then one hand on your waist while he asks you about what you’re currently doing. transferring seungmin’s money, felix, transferring seungmin’s money. he asks you to do something similiar for him too later then leaves. he doesn’t want to. he likes your touch(to a level where liking your touch is more romantic than just lust) but he has shit to do and so do you. oh but when he’s free and you’re still busy then suddenly it’s not a problem—
once, once, minho put his hand on your thigh when you two were sitting next to chan in the rolling chairs while listening to han sing something out. chan didn’t notice, it’s not even about that, only you did. and him.
sometimes when you turn your head while on your laptop at one of the couches, seungmin is just staring into your soul. just looks at you, heavy eye contact when you look up. …hello?? he waves. oh okay hi.
and to top that off changbin has the audacity to come with “y/n… can you stay with me for a bit?” while you have a hundred other things to do and three of them is bringing important stuff to chan and exactly one is getting hyunjin matcha.
and chan wants to know that you still like him best. the fuck he so big for(wideness, not height) if he’s this small mentally.
you and him are sitting next to each other talking bout sum shit, well you’re talking, because he’s looking at you with the wettest most fuckable pathetic little kicked over no makeup eyes that his body is capable of. and he doesn’t mean to. he just gets so lost in his assistant that he lets you talk for minutes then has zero clue what you just said when you ask back. you hate that. like really actually do this is for real, go to work, chan.
yesterday for an example, you feel lix’s breath on your neck while he “helps” you carry something(not like anyone asked him to). and he doesn’t think that’s wrong. okay yeah, he feels it but only in the professional way, that the only wrongness about this is about his career. notice yourself, you fucking creep.
yes they’re this horrible. genuinely psychologically fucked up like how most famous people usually are.
age order now again, chan is deeply insecure and controlling. he needs to feel like he’s your main pick, like he’s special, like he’s the only one who really gets you(??? he’s weird). just because he was your first.
everytime you give attention to someone else it chips at his ego and he gets even sadder. and this man is already sad enough for most days, his life is living hell. typa guy who would cry after sex or get mad at you for not cuddling him long enough. leader complex, workaholic, abandonment issues, brutal wounds from his past. just great. oh you don’t wish a relationship with him on your worst enemy(sweet summer child y/n only if you knew how this fic will end…)
minho is blunt and dehumanizing on purpose. he sees you as a tool that happens to have a nice pussy. he’s a nice guy, sure whatever, is good for male friendship. would also be great for a romantic relationship with a woman but he doesn’t want any of that right now, right now his main focus “romantically” is you and your body.
changbin wants love and care from you while giving nothing back. selfish. so so so selfish but he’s also a really easy man. means you could have the upper hand here if you wanted it, but you don’t. you don’t fucking care as long as you get paid and get to have sex.
hyunjin has no empathy, that’s what his problem is besides being an average man, which means there’s evil in his heart. he gets off on power and degradation. he wants to hurt your feelings a little, wants to make you feel small so he feels bigger. classic narcissist with a god complex.
han is aggressive. he uses “playfulness” as an excuse to grope and grind and push. he’s emotionally immature as fuck. he thinks being loud and energetic towards you makes him charming when really he’s just exhausting. you liked him better when he wasn’t interested in you, when he was more real, when you saw him stare at his phone and look unflattering. then, you were even a little attracted. you like it when men are real. now you know what he wants.
felix is just an… average degrading porn watcher. yeah we’re really dragging it back to porn here so let’s ignore how significant it is to the way he acts, he’s dumb to start off with. this can be told by anything, really. a man that dumb could see women in a nice light, he does too, just not enough to respect an assistant who gives her body out.
seungmin is fine with staring at your ass, for now. he only understands people he loves, people he wants to understand. he can only feel empathy for them. so there is no reason for him to care about someone such low as you are, since you’re just staff. that’s all you are.
jeongin is just dumb. painfully dumb. classic pretty but empty. zero emotional intelligence. getting his dick wet makes him feel like a man. and he doesn’t understand boundaries. he just wants more, more, more, he cannot get enough of you, the idea of you.
they’re all menchildren. bitches. on you. constantly. they want attention. they want your hands giving care to them(your job btw). they want your mouth(not your job). they want your pussy, they want you to look at them with love and acceptance while they treat you like an object, they want you to be at their feet the second they snap their fingers.
jeongin is, obviously, like the worst now. ever since you fucked him he’s been glued to you. clingy. he’s too inexperienced with relationships that have worklife in them at some point, too dumb, too attached. he’s waiting for you to drag him into the nearest room again and doesn’t get it when it doesn’t happen. like… he hopes you want him. oh, you must, he ate you out so good. made you cum like, what, three times?(not even once) but oh what if you don’t like him..? oh no…
he’s is still in the honeymoon phase of i had sex with someone new, and it shows. he obviously feels a lot even though it was made clear that no feelings involved. he’s just not built for that and went into it too easily because he was horny at the moment. now look where that got him, he stares at you during the day, when you’re talking to chan about something, when you’re bringing the others things, when you help at practices, the others have to scream at him to pay attention. you give zero reactions to those, you, the fucking assistant is more professional than him.
the others are pissed. jealous. but can you blame him. blame them. they’re traumatized. fucked up. probably not fixable at all. years of torture, brutal training, sleep deprivation, constant criticism, their worth supposedly only as good as their last comeback, having their bodies and faces and voices taken as products which all need to be perfect. no fucking human is perfect. and they all push through pain, through illness, through burnout because stopping means disappointing millions and losing everything they’ve sacrificed for. it’s brutal.
they’ve been conditioned since they were teenagers to ignore their own bodies, their own minds, their own needs. like feelings are totally weakness(plus they’re men, feelings are much harder to express for men). vulnerability is girly. rest is laziness.
and you get it, you get why they need you now, why they all jumped at the chance of you.
they get prettier and emptier. praised and worshipped but never truly known. surrounded by people but deeply lonely.
you understand why they’re like this. you don’t want anything from them except their cum and their temporary peace. they want that.
deep down, even if they’re not conscious of it, appreciate it. your actions, selflessness and care means so much to them, they just don’t know it, could barely tell even if someone pointed it out for them.
so yea you’re still down to fuck, you don’t care how fucked up they are because you’re not gonna date them(again, only if you knew what awaits you at the end of the series) sometimes letting them use your body is the kindest thing you can do for them.
and oh bin has been having enough of hyunjin lately. he loves him so much, they’re literally each other’s top people, but no doubt that they get irritated at each other. these are usually little phases. now there’s a hyunjin irritates changbin phase. it’ll pass, whatever, they all do, but it’s still ongoing now. so when you overhear hyunjin telling someone during lunch that he’s sleeping over at his parents’ house tonight, you already know what’s coming.
and what’s coming? changbin finding you in a hallways while everyone’s packing up.
“y/n, hey, uh, are you free tonight? my dorm. hyunjin’s gone for the night, i know you two… yeah. i… i could really use some company. if you want.”
you understand perfectly. he’s asking for the same thing the others have been chasing, relief.
“yeah, i’ll come over.” knowing he wants to bury his face between your legs or cry in your arms or both.
because at the end of the day, these are just men. disgusting, traumatized, horny men who never had the chance to learn how to ask for help the healthy way.
men are already shit at that, now combine that with the way these live. so they ask with their bodies. with their dicks. with their neediness and their selfishness and their ugly little egos.
you let them. someone has to. you can handle it. you’re fine with it. you’re always fine with it.
so hours later, you end up at his and hyunjin’s dorm again. oh how much better the atmosphere is when hyunjin is not here! (he’s actually a pleasant company if you two are friends. but you two are not)
changbin holds the door open for you like a proper gentleman, okay wow thanks, stepping back with a small, shy smile. looks good on him. or more likely, knows how to use it.
“come in… thank you for coming. really.” oh he’s so much better than hyunjin was. “do you want water? or tea? i can make coffee if you want something warm. or… there’s juice? or snacks? i bought some fruit earlier—”
“i’m okay, really. thank you though.” you shake your head with a pretty smile.
he hovers as you walk further inside. though he knows it’s not your first time here. fuck. but the dorm is neat, much neater than chan and jeongin’s place.
changbin waits until you sit down on the couch first, then sits next to you, leaving a respectful gap between your bodies. his hands in his lap, fingers playing with themselves. he’s visibly nervous. first time having a hooker over or whatever.
he clears his throat. “so… how was your day? i know it was long. you were running around a lot again. i saw you.”
you lean back a little, getting comfy, crossing your legs. “it was fine. same as usual. how about you? you seemed tired during practice.”
“yeah… it’s been like that lately. y’know, we have lots of things to do.” you do know, you do some of them for them.
“yeah. you’re doing great though.”
he chuckles, looks away, rubbing his thigh.
“tell me what’s been going on with you.”
he exhales. poor boy. “it’s just… everything. and the others get in these moods where nothing i do is right, and then at night i can’t sleep because… my brain won’t turn off. it’s all just a lot now.” he’s trying his best, communicating. men aren’t good at that, expressing their feelings, we know that.
“i have no idea how tiring it could be to be you. i just run around, that’s what i can tell you about, but for you… it’s unbelievable to me.”
“oh, no, heh, you’re—“
“you’re so good at what you do, boss.”
he looks at you. his mouth is open.
oh that boss was so perfect right now.
suddenly your knees are touching. then your thighs. his hand is on your waist. you turn toward him and he meets you halfway.
the kiss is very… adult. deep, hungry. he kisses good. and—oh he’s already using tongue. now that’s what you like. no fucking around, and he’s confident now(must have remembered how amazing he is again, your words helped him too), one hand cupping the back of your neck while the other pulls you closer.
his heartubeatuh, horribly overused and unfunny joke but couldn’t miss it, is so fast, so fast that he notices it. but his main focus is on your mouth, on you. he gives a relieved sound when you kiss him back just as eagerly, sounds so good. you two match so well.
he pulls back. well, that was quick. oh wait no he has something to say. “you’re… really good at that.” he whispers.
you smile, biting your bottom lip on purpose. “so are you.”
“uh, listen, i don’t want you to feel like you have to. if you don’t want this, we can just talk. or watch something. i don’t want to be like the others who—”
“i want to.” you squeeze his knee. he feels it. “i’m here because i want to be. because i like helping you feel good. because i like you, changbin.”
“oh—okay then. thanks.”
the kiss picks up where it left off. this is different from the others, with chan it was heavy and emotional, for him. with hyunjin it was pure human nature. with jeongin it was clumsy and so horny and just wanting to stick it somewhere already. with changbin… it’s actually pleasant. sweet, for your soul too for once, not just theirs.
you kiss him harder, sucking on his tongue, and he whimpers, let’s fucking go. you’re more confident now, that can be told easily by anyone who knows you. but luckily, these men don’t know you. can’t tell that you know they all want you. you know you can have any of them you want, whenever you want. that you might even be an… addiction? in development? well it wouldn’t get nice for their mental health to get addicted to something now, but what can you do about it? nothing.
you lean away, he thinks you’re just getting air, but then you start kissing down his neck. oh his dear god yes please. open mouthed, wet and hot kisses at first that makes him let out a loud exhale, head tilting to the side in pleasure, not even consciously.
the second your teeth graze his neck, when you start lightly nibbling on him, he gets goosebumps so visible, running down his arms. he shivers, arches, gets so hard in his pants.
“ah, fuck…”
you take his encouragement and do it again, nibbling on his neck, then going up and sucking gently under his ear.
his skin is so sensitive, so reactive. every little bite makes him twitch and whimper and smile and squirm around. the thought of rubbing your hip(that he’s still holding onto) crosses his mind, but then your tongue on his neck makes him moan and the thought of doing something for you too passes quickly.
he’s relieved someone is finally taking care of him for once. he’s so selfish. he’s under so much pressure. he deserves this. he deserves to be selfish. to have a pretty girl kissing his neck, and lower, soon.
you slide your hand down between your bodies and start rubbing him over his jeans. that’s what we meant by lower, soon. because he deserves this too.
he’s so hard. feels nice. you rub on him slowly, and binnie’s head falls back on the couch with a loud moan, hips pushing up into your hand.
he’s so responsive. every little squeeze or grope or stroke makes him turns his head around, eyes closed, blissed the fuck out. every time your teeth graze his skin he moans. he’s so hard it has to hurt.
you nibble on his neck, finding a what looks like a pretty sensitive spot.
“please don’t stop.” he breathes. “i… i really need you tonight…”
“i’ve got you. just relax.” and he does. he melts under your hands, moaning softly. “can i take your pants off, changbin?”
he nods so fast. “yeah, please, you can take everything off if you want.”
he looks down at you undoing his belt with huge eyes, you’re doing better with this belt than you were with hyunjin’s, it’s away in a second. button, zipper next. his cock basically calling your name.
he lifts his hips when you get to actually pulling things down. when you start tugging the jeans down only, he grabs his boxers himself and pushes down those too. oh, look at that, a cock. hello. his hands are shaking a little as he pushes them down his thick thighs.
hm. shaved for you. he looks nice. exactly what you’d expect from a short buff asian man. so a fat dick, basically. maybe around five inches, and holy the girth.
you wrap your hand around it. mhm, yeah, approved. his balls hang nicely too. a great package in general, looks like it would stretch you open so fucking good.
you hum softly in approval(that hits his heart so good). start stroking him as much as you can with no anything lubricanting involved.
changbin’s head falls back on the couch again with a moan, mouth open, eyes closing. “ahh, fuck… your hand feels so good.”
he’s so unbelievably sensitive. you like that.
you let a little spit drip on him to work better, now your hand slides on, with the foreskin and not afraid anymore to yank it too hard(you’re always scared of hurting dicks accidentally like this, they look so fragile:( ), now every stroke makes his cock twitch. feels good, how hard the cute little thing is. men just having things hanging between their legs is so cute.
when you twist your wrist at the head he whimpers, hips jerking up into your hand, head falling forward. some pre leaks from the slit that you can work with, it’s nicer to pull the skin up and down and around with that. you spread the pre around with your fingers, rubbing slow circles over the so so so sensitive head.
“y/n— shit, you’re so good at this…” and he’s heard about it too and still didn’t expect you to be this good.
you two actually look so cute from the outside if we ignore how erotic it is. you stroking him, sitting next to him, looking down at his fat cock disappearing into your fist over and over. cuties. plus, you’re unbelievably good at this and you know it. you squeeze perfect on the upstroke, thumb pressing under the head on every pass, occasionally spitting into your hand to make it even wetter. now it starts to give sounds too. it’s blessing your ears.
so far, great sexual experience. you’re gonna start grading these guys. he’s doing best so far from them, kinda.
it’s even cuter from the outside pov that he’s absolutely losing his mind beside you. his head keeps falling back, then snapping forward again so he can watch your hand working him, then to the side to bear with the pleasure and the emotions that come from finally getting this by someone else. his mouth stays open, moans, whimpers, stomach flexing all the time, whole body of his so honestly reacting to what you’re doing for him.
you lean down and give the head a slow little lick, then another but now swirl your tongue around the fat tip, as long as you don’t pull it back into your mouth you won’t feel the taste so it’s fine.
changbin lets out a loud whine. yeah that’s it for not taking your tongue back into your mouth because now you want it too, so to start off with you take just the head into your mouth, sucking gently while your hand keeps stroking the (thick) shaft. your jaw stretches. so does your back, having to sit next to him(you scooted over a bit) and leaning down to suck him off. you bob your head slowly, taking a little more each time, while your hand works the rest of him.
changbin puts his hands into your hair, gathers all of it, then holds it up in a pony with one hand, the other going down to your back. no particular reason, that’s just where humans would usually put their hand.
you pull off with a pop, fuck it sounds so hot it makes his tummy flip, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock, and look up at him while you stroke him fast. “you’re so thick.” you murmur. “feels so good in my hand.”
he brings up the hand on your back to cover his lower face with, lower arm over his chin. part insecure about it, part just normally being affected by your words. “don’t say that i’ll cum too fast…”
you smile and lean back down, taking him deeper into your mouth, relaxing your throat so you can take more of him.
then you continue to suck him, bobbing your head, letting spit run down his shaft while only your fingers are around his base now. his moans pick up but louder.
it’s too easy. he’s so reactive, so sensitive, making him feel good is the easiest so far. an assistant’s job is to help, right? and right now changbin really, really needs help.
he’s also a natural in holding your hair back, so good at it, not pulling, not pushing your head down, just holding your hair in a loose little ponytail so it doesn’t get in the way. his grip moves with your head, picked the rhythm up you’re stroking him with.
oh he’s the male ever. but also, you struggle. your jaw starts to hurt after just a few minutes of sucking something this thick. the muscles burn, your lips feel stretched and sore and big, and everytime you take him deeper(which he always rewards with a little whine) you gag. your nose runs a little. your eyes water.
you have to pull back sometimes just to breathe, gasping, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock while you stroke him with a slick hand. at least the smell of dick is not that strong in this position. well, you gladly deal with any men’s cock and balls smell if he’s hot enough, and changbin is hot enough, but still your nose having fresh air in it makes this a much better experience.
he doesn’t mind you stopping, if anything that’s what makes this perfect. helps him last longer too. always gives him a little time to breathe and turn his head around.
and he feels wanted. he feels desired. he feels like a man. he can barely think. could not care less about you stopping a few times because you need it.
he doesn’t taste particularly good. your throat constricts, trying to keep out whatever the fuck you’re shoving down on it now. you gag, an ugly gluck, spit runs down his shaft and over his pretty balls. his eyes roll back at the sound of that. your jaw hurts. your neck is starting to hurt from the angle. your eyes are watering so badly tears run down your cheeks.
but you push through, relaxing your throat as best you can, crossing your toes and whatever else tips you’ve heard for killing a gag reflex, taking him until your nose presses to his skin. there we go.
you gag. pull back, swallow around him. his whole body moves, arches, reacts above you. you circle your tongue around the fat head. he whimpers. you stroke the thick base with your slick hand while sucking the head. he throws his head back and humps his hips up.
you pull off for a bit to breathe, gasping, panting, coughing and every other colleague, strings of spit and precum connecting your chin to his cock.
you look up at him, your pretty eyes wet and red and tears running down from them, lips big, shiny, while your hand keeps stroking him.
it’s intimate, how he stares down at you.
the eye contact, in general.
his pretty face is red in the cheeks, lips parted, eyes half lidded(hottest thing a man can do with his eyes) as he stares down at you. his luring chest is moving fast, nipples hard and poking his shirt.
“you’re… you’re incredible.” he whispers. that was the only word he could find in this state really, and he’s right, you’re no less than incredible.
“thank you.” you take him back into your mouth, sucking harder this start.
your jaw is really starting to ache now, your throat hurts, but you keep bobbing your head, stroking the base or massaging his balls(oh that’s new, he closes one eye at that, grimaces in pleasure, and his eyes roll back).
his hand in your hair pulls, not even conscious that he’s doing it, holding your head in place as his hips start fucking into your mouth. not like, fucking, just tiny little pumps. because he’s so close.
and you’re going to let him cum. because that’s what good assistants do. they help. assist.
yeah he didn’t last long. you didn’t expect him to, though. his moans turn louder, higher, sweeter. “y/n, ahh— i’m— i’m gonna— fuck—”
changbin’s whole perfect body locks up, back arching off the fucking couch as he cries out the longest moan he has probably ever made. his eyes are closed in focus on his body, brows furrowed, his hips jerking up in tiny little thrusts as ropes of cum shoot on your tongue.
the taste is bearable. not as bad as chan’s or hyunjin’s was, you managed to swallow their loads too, but changbin’s is easier. you don’t have to gag it up here or hold anything back, it’s a little bitter but you can swallow it while still sucking on now just the head.
he keeps moaning through it. it’s so cute. his balls pulse visibly in your hand, contracting with each shot, emptying everything he’s been holding in for god knows how long.
when it ends he slumps back on the couch. chest moving fast, eyes closed(means he trusts you), lips open, trying to catch his breath, to adjust to the brutal orgasm he had.
you pull off slowly, swallowing what’s left in your mouth, gently stroke him through the aftershocks until he whines softly from the overstimulation, his hips squirming around.
then you stop, sit up straight, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, looking at his pretty face.
he opens his eyes. looks in front of himself. breathes. looks back at you with big eyes. dazed. “thank you. seriously. i don’t even know what to say.”
you lean in and kiss his cheek softly. even that’s professional from you and he can feel it, holy shit. “mm, you’re welcome.”
how that little kiss makes his heart react.
he laughs a little, shy, embarrassed, rubbing his face with both hands. “i lasted like… two minutes. i’m so sorry.”
“don’t be. i didn’t expect you to. you’ve been really stressed.”
and see how much nicer it is to talk to him? the others should sit down with notebooks and start writing.
“you’re really good at this. really. thank you.”
you chuckle(it’s a good technique, giving him only that) and stand up, stretching your legs. your jaw aches. your throat hurts like he poured boiling water down on it. okay that’s maybe an exaggeration, but anyways, for some reason you feel satisfied. just like when you were with chan for the first time. the second time with him, hyunjin an jeongin, weren’t satisfying at all. hyunjin was hot but didn’t make you feel fulfilled, only grew your ego. jeongin? pffftt don’t even start.
“thanks. i’m gonna go drink some water real quick, okay? stay here.” you ask in such a pretty voice.
“yeah, of course. take your time.”
you go to the kitchen, get yourself a glass of just lukewarm water, sip it slowly, staring at the fridge.
this was much better than the other experiences you had so far. less… chaotic. he’s genuinely sweet, even if he’s still a selfish man underneath it all. they all are. they take and take and take, but at least changbin was a pleasant experience. he’s naturally like that, maybe, but he would still deserve this release if he wasn’t.
when you come back to the living room, he has pulled his boxers an jeans back up(didn’t bother with the belt but has his jeans buttoned) he hesitates, then asks shyly “um… can i… do something for you too? i really want to make you feel good. if you’ll let me. i’m down for anything.”
what the fuck? one of these eight selflessly offering something? you’re genuinely touched. this really made him bigger in your eyes, and the cherry on top was his i’m down for anything, you actually feel, what? respect? maybe.
but you shake your head anyway. “not tonight, i’m really tired. i should go home and sleep. but thank you for offering. that was really sweet of you.”
“yeah, of course. i understand.” he looks a little disappointed, the actual fuck, but nods, respectful. okay daddy???
and you can tell he means it. he wants to return the favor, not just because he thinks he should or he wants to get something out of it(“i’m down for anything” anything has just going down on you and not getting anything from it in it) but because he’s attracted to you.
and i’m boutta fall off my chair he even walks you to the door like a gentleman, your best experience of a man following you to this door so far khm khm hyunjin trying to get some khm khm, and changbin wishes you would’ve stayed longer.
“thank you y/n, uh, thank you, stay safe, bye, thank you.” oh he means it.
the way he closes the door after you step out is gentlemanly too.
another one down. best experience so far. (chan would be punching his pillow if he knew about this)
changbin feels incredibly lucky. like unbelievably. more lucky than anything. his brain is releasing lots of good shit right now, bonding him harder to you, making him feel chemistry. he feels lighter from the orgasm too. this came really good for him now.
he knows most men in his position never get this, a beautiful, competent, emotionally intelligent woman who sees them and him this disgusting and still chooses to comfort them with her body and her kindness without asking for anything in return.
you’re actually an impressive woman. not just for your sex skills, but also for how you perform the next day. like nothing happened. you’re so good.
that’s nothing to hyunjin though. in the morning the second you walk into the practice room he waves you over with two fingers(this bitch), takes his little iced coffee from your hand. you always come with his iced coffee.
“morning, y/n.” he says, taking a sip. “you look tired. late night?” he stands next to you, both of you watching the other boys and some staff fuck around in the room, shoulder to shoulder without the shoulders actually touching, but really it’s because he doesn’t let you go. so he’s looking around the room, breathtaking. he smells good, expensive, luxury.
“mm.” you have minho’s coffee in your hand too, but he’s not here yet. “went to sleep just fine.”
“really? you’ve been busy lately.” he murmurs, looking around to make sure no one’s listening too closely. “helping a lot of people, huh?”
you just smile sweetly. “that’s my job.”
he huffs, a tiny little laugh, oh he wants you bad.
chan looks over at you. gives you an awkward hand raise. you wave back. hyunjin whistles next to you, seeing it. oh you want to hit him. but maybe… maybe in the playful smacking way now and not actually to death with a microphone.
meanwhile chan’s big mind is all why him and not me? why did you let jeongin inside you? it’s torturing him. poor thing.
changbin… acts really casual, good job baby. he’s a great actor. hyunjin standing next to you can’t even tell that anything happened last night at the very couch he sometimes beats his meat on.
he notices that changbin keeps looking at you with these grateful, almost lovesick eyes, but thinks it’s just a crush or whatever. sees that changbin wants to talk about something, assumes it’s for work.
oh his eye does twitch at jeongin giving you an enthusiastic little wave, though. also twitches at how sweetly you wave back. ugh, calm down, lovebirds. (you two are not even close, hyune)
later through he day even he’s not the only one fed up with jeongin being on your dick. han actually had to step in once with a “bro, come on, stop. sorry y/n.” but they love jeongin. so they tolerate it.
and it makes you bigger in their eyes, how you don’t react much, stay as professional.
okay now you got these four. already had four of these dicks in you, great.
and when i say the other staff has been noticing some shit. because the boys getting used to you isn’t subtle or in development anymore, how could it be? eight grown ass men, millionaires, grown fucking adults with international lives suddenly getting all close and friendly with their assistant.
for an example, you’re standing around checking shit for the boys when minho comes up to you, hums as a greeting, oh he loves to hear how formally you always (have to) greet him back, and he wraps both arms around your right one, and leans his entire weight on you. like a little standing up nap. you’re holding him up.
some older female staff walks by, does a double take, you give her a tired little shrug like what can i do? minho closes his eyes. grown man.
let’s not even mention the han bounce him incident.
or felix, because they know they can let themselves get comfortable with you and the staff’s job is to help them and not judge them so he’s supposed to do fuckwhat he wants, during something you have to watch over he walks up behind you, puts his chin on your shoulder, arms around your waist, sighs. “so tired.” he mumbles. stays like that for about ten minutes, silent, actually enjoying your body on his without the sexual way(though that’s why he came), later gets bored and wanders off. knows that other people from the outside view it as platonic.
other people also see how clingy jeongin is when you’re there, or helping him with something. ever since you fucked him he’s been unbearable. when you stand up to throw seungmin’s trash away jeongin tells you “don’t go far.” grown man. the other staff keep exchanging looks. figure he got attached in a platonic way. pfftt.
and oh, ooh, OOOOH when hyunjin the little whore sat in your lap. acted like it was joking around, as if he sat in one of the other guys’ laps, that unserious, but the way he spread his thighs and leaned back on your chest and got sleepy told a different story. he stayed there for a while, wiggling occasionally, until you finally pushed him off. pushed the guy off who’s dick you had in your mouth. let’s consider that you, someone this low compared to them, have the knowledge that you can push them around and no negative consequences will come meanwhile staff are supposed to obey to anything, is a huge word. you made this spot for yourself.
chan is not that touchy in front of people, thank fuck. so the staff has no business seeing any signs of attachment on him. that’s great.
changbin stops following you on the halls. no negative reason for that, absolutely not, it’s actually positive, he’s a little nervous. little bitch. you just sucked his dick so good that he’s thinking about you lots nowadays. doesn’t mean he completely doesn’t interact with you, like during one break he rested his head on your shoulder while pretending to look at your tablet, what you were doing on it. awww, okay binnie. but still, for now he’s still a little shy. like how does he even keep up a long conversation with you after that??
and oh seungmin hugged you after a bad day. not a quick little hug that would be like a bro hug with the others. more of a colleague hug, but he still wanted your body on his. he came back from a solo whatnot looking drained, saw you in the hallway, walked up, mumbled a hi, wrapped his skinny arms around you, face buried in your shoulder.
you hugged him back, rocked, bounced him a little. you’re good at this too.
and… people don’t usually hug him like that, adult people don’t usually hug like that, we’ve grown out of it, of giving these comforting hugs with the bouncing and rocking that we give to upset children, so it felt extra nice to him, extra comforting.
he held you tight for a while before pulling away and muttering “thanks” and raised his hand to another staff member walking past after he left you there. his dick is important to him but so is physical reassurance.
separation anxiety. not just from each other, they’ve always had that, years of shared trauma and just getting along in general and whatnot, but now it’s spreading to you. you make them feel safe in their skins. you don’t judge, you don’t demand, you help. you let them be what they can’t be to the public. so now they get… twitchy when you’re not in sight.
they need you, and that’s cute. or well, way cuter than the way they dgaf about your feelings.
the other staff have started with the “did you see how close she got with stray kids?” “han was in her lap again. bouncing. he’s twenty five.” “hyunjin rested his elbow on her shoulder, is he even allowed to do that?” “jeongin is on y/n all the time.” “what’s with the new assistant and bang chan going into rooms all the time and him coming out looking weird? are they fucking?” they don’t understand it. but they don’t say anything, the boys are the money makers, the ones who pay everyone’s salaries. you catch some looks but who cares.
and fuck’s sake boys, this is a workplace. a high pressure, multibillion dollar company, right? and you let them live their needs out. now it’s not just them being inappropriate, you’re actively enabling it. you’re also in the fault here, not just the boys taking advantage of you, because you consciously let them.
it’s unprofessional, wrong, ethically. legally. morally. if this ever got out, the company would put it as you seducing them. you’d be the villain, the slutty assistant who corrupted her innocent idols. you’d get fired, a case of inappropriate relationship with staff, even though they’re the ones initiating.
you’re the only woman in their close circle, it’s a massive power imbalance. you’re paid to be here. they’re your bosses. you’re under them. they’re so bad here. you’re not a saint either, but c’mon, we can all see the level of where you stand on the inappropriate scale and where do they.
well, but who cares, you take dick! changbin has been really worked up about his turn lately too. he feels really good. and so full of feelings. and he can’t keep it to himself.
what does that look like? it looks like him sitting next to han in one of the recording rooms(well not the booth, at where the others watch the one currently recording, fuck knows what they’re called) starts with a “hey… uh. can i tell you something?”
han raises his eyebrows, sipping his drink with one hand, his phone in the other. “what’s up?”
changbin looks around, then mumbles “dude, uh—” how does he even get this out? “y/n sucked me off too.” smiling ear to ear btw. “like she… like she was at my place and…” imitates how he held your hair.
han freezes with his drink to his mouth. his eyes go big, face in a :o shape. “no way. wait. for real? really?”
“yeah.”
“bro.” he slaps changbin’s arm, grinning like the fucking dipshit he is. “how was it? was she good? i’m so jealous it hurts. good for you, man. seriously. tell me everything.”
tell him everything he did.
then lix. both sitting on the floor against a wall, talking, tells him that “y/n gave me head. when hyune was gone, it was amazing.”
the smirk felix smirks. “no shit? really?” when binnie nods, lix leans his head back against the wall, smiling. “keep me updated, yeah? i’m happy for you, bro. how’d it feel?”
he gets it detailed too. oh they’re just giggling the fuck around.
he gets a “hm. nice.” from seungmin. a “what? congrats.” from minho. an excited “that’s awesome.” from jeongin. hyunjin didn’t even mind it, he kinda did the same thing, needed all details though. and then a “she did?” from chan paired with a big smile and a clap on bin’s shoulder with a “thanks for telling me.”
chan has to throw up.
only if you knew what you do to him, only if he fucking communicated.
changbin deals relatively good with what he got from you. for hyunjin, it just tied him to you more. chan, oh we know, it created this tension between you two. he wants you again. badly. he wants you the way innie had you(little shit told every single detail, but so did chan about his own turn, hyunjin, changbin), using him for your own pleasure too. he wants to feel wanted like that. he wants to be inside you so fucking bad it’s making him stupid. like actually sets him back during the day. but anyways, the point of this, is how jeongin didn’t take it well.
well, he took it very well, but that’s where the problem comes from. good boys wait and respect women, that’s what he has been always told. but… that’s just not him, is it? after having you and not currently being with you when you’re close to him and the boys, like you come to ask chan something and jeongin immediately stands up and stands next to you, anyways, then every few minutes he zones out and thinks of you on top of him, tits out, pussy sliding up and down his cock. he blushes randomly. he giggles to himself. he gets hard randomly and has to hide behind his hoodie.
his brain is pretty much “it wasn’t that bad, right? she wanted it. she was helping me. it’s not like i forced anything. god probably understands stress relief…” then forgets all about it he now knows what you feel like from the inside. well, kinda. condom. but he did have his face swimming in you, if that counts!
you don’t have any problems with this. oh even better, some people above you tell you that your salary has been raised. like significantly. it’s a fat raise. effective immediately.
fuck yes. fuck yes. fuck YES. all that dick sucking, ass spreading, patience is finally paying off in actual money. you deserve every single won. you’ve earned it.
and you don’t know this but some of the boys themselves made that happen. like chan. he made sure the higher ups knew how great you were. how hard you worked.
and, you won’t believe it, even hyunjin put in good words. but like… without anyone knowing. but take the fact that that evil little brat actually said something nice about you behind your back. duality of man, he still wants you bad but he also acknowledged that you make their lives easier. that you’re good at your job. maybe there’s a tiny human somewhere deep in there after all. okay there is a tiny human, who’s been hurt so much by the world already. that’s partly why you can never stay mad at him for long.
and… and minho was in it too. he said some good things when higher people asked how the new assistant was doing.
now that we’re at the hyunjin topic. kinda few nights after bin told him that you sucked him off too, they’re both at their dorm. the irritated situation faded by now, kinda.
anyways, they’re talking, hyunjin is on the couch, asks changbin “so where did she suck you off anyway?”
changbin points to the exact spot on the couch right next to where hyunjin got sucked off by you. “right there.”
hyunjin stares at the couch. then at changbin. then back at the couch. “you’re fucking kidding me.”
“what?”
hyunjin stands up, grabbing changbin in a headlock. “you little shit—on the same fucking couch? i’ll kill you.” average i’ll kill you user. update your boy vocabulary, hyunjin.
changbin laughs, trying to squirm away. “yah— stop— it just happened—”
they start choking each other the fucking dumbasses. rolling around on the couch which you’ve been on twice now, servicing different members.
that’s exactly why hyunjin just feels so… ugh. ugh. uuugghhghg!!!
he wants you now.
or more likely, next day. well, leaves you alone for most of the start of the day(except when you give him his morning coffee) all that until lunch.
the second he’s done eating his little whatever what makes him healthy, he stands up and goes to you. you, who doesn’t even eat fucking lunch because you don’t have the time to. and when you would have time, seungmin start screeching for something.
so, you’re as usual standing up and at your fucking work, just left your boys there they’re about to finish eating anyway, walking into a smaller little hallway to get to something. doesn’t even matter what, just that while you’re getting it, hyunjin walks up, leans one shoulder on the wall. stops and watches you.
“y/n. come over this afternoon.”
you look up at him. “this afternoon? hyunjin, you finish late today. you have that—”
“i’ll leave early. they won’t care. i’ll say i’m not feeling well. just… come over. please.”
his eyes are doing all the work. he’s learned how to use them. the little tilt of his head, the way his voice moves, he all learned to do this. he’s so fucking good at this.
you sigh. “it’s the middle of the day. people will notice if you dip.”
“let them notice.” he mutters. “i need you. now. not tonight. not later. just come over.”
his hand brushes your waist, light. okay, wait, hyunjin, unprofessional. stop.
“hyunjin, this is really not the time. this is one of the days that are completely full.”
those eyes. he’s an unfair little cunt. “please, y/n. i’m not asking for the whole night. just… an hour. two. i’ll leave and meet you at the dorm. it’ll just be us.”
i’ll just be us.
you hesitate.
“please don’t make me beg in the hallway.” he whispers. whispers. fuck he won.
humans are just mammals at the end of the day. advanced, self aware, language using mammals, all civilized and moral and evolved, but take away the suits and the contracts and the million dollars and we’re still animals. primates. things with the same basic want as every other creature that’s ever walked this planet. and what do mammals want more than anything? to fuck. to reproduce. to pass on their genes. that’s older than language, older than culture, older than shame.
every living thing wants to reproduce. bacteria split, flowers bloom and get pollinated, dogs hump legs, birds do dances, all of it with the same goal, to continue the species. humans are the only ones who turned it into something for pleasure, something that feels good even when it won’t make a baby. but still, we want to have sex as much as everything else does.
fuck. feel good. connect. release.
these boys have been denied that fucking basic need for years. constant training, diets, cameras in their faces, people watching their every move, dorms where privacy is a myth.
they’re young healthy males in their physical prime, and their bodies can’t get what it needs. of course they’re obsessed with you. of course they’re pushy and needy and disgusting.
their biology is fighting their environment.
now hyunjin especially. he’s sensitive under allat attitude. he feels everything deeply. and he got a taste of real, uncomplicated pleasure, your mouth, your body, how you let him be selfish, he needs it more now than he did the first time you sucked him off because his body, his mind, remembers how good it felt. how for a few minutes he wasn’t an idol, he was just a man getting his dick sucked.
he’s a mammal who found a safe source of dopamine and oxytocin. of course he’ll want that all the time now.
“fine.” you say quietly. defeated in your tone. “text me when you leave. but only for a couple hours, i mean it.” aren’t you the assistant here? who are you to tell him what to do?
he doesn’t seem to mind though. he smiles. it’s pretty. “thank you.”
he steps back, gives you one last long look, fucking buys you right there, and walks away. midday fuck negotiated.
he really wants to take you back to the dorm in his car but even he isn’t that stupid. getting caught with his assistant slipping into the passenger seat in the middle of the afternoon would be career suicide. so he waits. texts you about two hours later, needy little shit.
hyunjin: come over now. i left. door’s unlocked. just walk in.
you do, still wearing your work clothes, bag slung over your shoulder, drop it off next to the door too. hyunjin’s there, leaning on the wall in home clothes(what he wants to seem like home clothes, so a black hoodie, gray sweats, hair messy but he really made his hair stand like this because when he’s actually comfy at home then his whole head is flat and he’s in underwear only. performative dickhead)
he watches you take your shoes off with this stupid little smile on his face with his eyebrows raised. he can’t take you seriously anymore. you’re just… cute. like aw you’re taking your shoes off, what else big girl things can you do?? sweetpea.
that’s why the second you’re fully upright he’s on you, grabs your face with both hands and kisses you hard.
and even with chan you hesitated to kiss. you didn’t kiss the other two either. and that was for a very good reason.
even though he forced himself on you, you kiss back, because he’s good at it. because you want it. because he tilts your head exactly how he wants, sucking on your bottom lip, then licking into your mouth, wanting to taste you. wanting to taste his assistant.
his body presses you forward, pushing you back until you’re on the wall. almost like he tries to physically force you to want him as much as he wants you right now.
it works.
damn he knows how to kiss. slow deep strokes of his tongue, little bites on your lip, tilts his head to get even deeper.
“mmh—” you make that sound into his lips, surprised at how fast he’s moving.
while he’s still kissing you, tongue fucking your mouth while you two could be getting down to it already because you have to get back, one of his hands leaves your face, down your body, cups your pussy over your jeans, and squeezes. gropes.
you pull back from the kiss with a gasp. “h— slow the fuck down, dude—”
hyunjin laughs on your mouth, lips brushing yours as he keeps rubbing you over your jeans, now looking into your eyes.
with big, shining, beautiful eyes.
“why?” he murmurs, his lips drop the uptilt. he looks serious. “you came here for this, didn’t you? don’t act shy now.”
he kisses you again. trying to make you soak through the denim, moving his fingers, really groping into you. his tongue is back in your mouth, licking and sucking, smiling into you when you… oh fuck off y/n, why are you humping his hand??
he feels a lot because of that, because of you. feels a lot in general. relief that you came, frustration that he had to wait, greed now that he finally has you in his palm. he’s so hard already.
part of you is annoyed at how fast he’s moving, how entitled he is, how he thinks he can just summon you in the middle of the day and grope you. but really, he doesn’t just think it, because he’s right. but of course the other part is for liking how bad he wants you. how desperate he is. how this beautiful, famous, rich, sensitive boy needs you now and you have him like this.
so you kiss him back, biting his lip, and he moans into your mouth.
he wants to bend you over their couch so the legacy goes on, wants to hear you moan for him, wants to prove he’s better than the others. he wants everything for himself.
this of course goes back to being better than other men. dick comparing is something no man can really shake off, no amount of evolution will get rid of that for us. so it’s not just his needs and traumas calling for you, but also his dumb little man mindset. hyunjin is a man.
but underneath all that lustful asshole football watcher behavior is that he’s scared. scared you like them more, scared you’re not a forever thing, not because he likes you, but because he likes his dick and his dick’s important to him. this is all just being selfish. so he kisses you to make you stay with him, trying to be good enough, desperate enough, pretty enough, that you’ll keep coming back to him.
“missed you.” he mutters.
oh?
he squeezes you again but harder, leans in to bite your bottom lip, then pulls away. “gonna fuck you today, y/n.”
this asshole. this prick. this heartless evil cunt.
also the dickhead that you let pick you up.
yeah hyunjin slides his hands under your thighs, lifts you off the floor, and you wrap your legs around his waist. not a thought crosses your mind. none of them has ever done this to you yet. he even carries you down the short hallway to his room(okay that makes sense why other reason would he pick you up for if not to carry you somewhere). breathing hard into your mouth, groan, growl, finally having you in his arms is both relief and rage.
why the fuck are you attracted to him?
who cares, he kicks his bedroom door open, carries you inside, drops you onto his bed. you bounce once on the mattress, looking up at him. you look so good.
he turns around, walks back to the door, shuts it. the sound itself is intimate.
then he’s back, crawling up the bed like a predator, trying to ignore the feeling of his boner, and when he’s hovering over you, he kisses you again.
his body lowers onto yours, chest pressing to your tits, hips settling between your spread thighs. you’re into the kiss too, lips sucking, little moans coming from his throat into your mouth and neck. your body is reacting to him even while your brain is calling him every name in the book.
he bites your bottom lip, then soothes it with his tongue, then presses lots of fast little smooches on your mouth before kissing it lovingly. fuck his ass where did he learn that from.
he wants to feel your nipples harden right in his palm, only fantasizes about it for now, though. for some reason he doesn’t have any sense of urgency when it comes to sex.
even though he’s so hard it has to hurt.
his hands go down, gripping your ass, really having a grip on you to pull you up to his hips, to his cock so he can grind into you. he uses you. his breathing is ragged, little moans slipping out between kisses, he can’t hold them back.
he wants you so bad. he wants to be inside you. he wants to hear your noises.
you tug his hair. he groans, hips stopping, smiling into the kiss.
but he’s hard and impatient, doesn’t want to waste precious seconds he could be using to get you naked. his hands are moving down to your shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons. he yanks at the fabric, pops a couple buttons in his rush, fighting the material off your shoulders, it’s keeping him from what he wants. he’s actually violent.
you help him a little, shrugging it off.
then he’s at your bra, unhooks it(needs both hands, the baby) pulls it down your arms, and when your tits are out, bare and heavy in your boss’s room, his eyes actually change. you watch his reaction, how he smacks his mouth a tiny tiny bit, how his eyebrows drop, how unclear his pretty eyes are. he stares like he’s never seen tits before, and he’s seen lots.
he fights himself up in a comfortable position to grope your tits. squeezes, hard, enjoys how his palms are full of flesh, whining a little at how your nipples do harden in the middles of his palms.
he’s rough. not cruel on purpose, just so fucking eager and horny that he doesn’t notice how hard he’s handling you. his fingers dig in, kneading, pulling, pushing your tits together. it hurts, but you’re here for work anyway. this is your job(def not).
his hands can barely leave your tits so that he can go down and undo, yank your pants down your hips with rough tugs, dragging your panties with them. just pulls, forces until they’re off your legs. and then he reaches down and tugs your socks off too, one by one, tossing them somewhere behind him.
“better.” he mutters.
so you’re naked now. completely. lying on his bed with your legs slightly spread while he kneels between them, still fully dressed, staring at your pussy.
he looks like someone ripped his hair and yanked his head around.
he grabs your thighs and yanks them apart so hard your hips lift off the bed for a second. leans down, spits on your pussy, then buries his face in it. shakes his head around like a dog with a toy. no focus on making you feel good, just rubs his whole face in your wetness, tongue flapping around in you, nose grinding against your clit, lips sucking randomly at your folds.
he thinks it feels good for you. it doesn’t. it’s just overwhelming, too much pressure in random places, his tongue missing your clit more than it hits it.
but you moan anyway, soft, sweet, because that’s what he needs right now. you’re here to help. you’re here to let him feel like a man.
after about a minute he pulls back, breathing hard, lips shiny with you. he looks fucking wild again like he has fucking rabies, then… goes soft again. not gentle exactly, but charming. he crawls up your body, hovering over you, and kisses you.
“you’re so pretty like this.” he murmurs into your mouth, hand sliding down to cup your pussy again, now his fingers slipping through the wet mess left there. “you missed this too, didn’t you? missed me.” he’s nice because he wants to be nice, this is on purpose. “c’mon, look.”
that look was for how he helps you move, gentle???, pulling you up, you’re fucking speechless, guiding you onto your knees, pulling your ass up to him.
he runs his hands over your back, down the curve of your spine, then grips your ass and spreads you open, staring, looking around, getting to know you there.
you arch your back a little more, pushing your ass toward him, letting him look. if you’re here, might as well go along with it.
hyunjin moans behind you, hands spreading you wider, deciding where to start.
shit. you’re really letting this prick hit.
“hm? no condom?” he asks, his eyes all up in your pussy.
“condom.”
he sighs. “seriously?”
“yes, seriously.”
he makes an annoyed little sound but obeys. slaps your ass once, hard, childish, then climbs off the bed.
you stay on your knees, ass up, listening to him rummage through one of his drawers, slap shit around.
“where the fuck did i put them…” he mutters, opening and closing drawers. “i swear i had some right here.”
you turn your head, cheek on the sheets, watching him. he’s so pretty.
“check the that drawer again. no, that one. the top one. you probably threw them in there since didn’t need it jerking off last night.”
hyunjin snorts, digging. “shut up. i don’t jerk off that much.”
“sure you don’t.”
he finds the box finally, shakes it triumphantly. “got them. see? i’m prepared.”
“woow.” in the flattest voice ever.
he laughs, walking back to the bed. on the way he reaches out and caresses your ass with one hand. and that’s not even about the it’s not about you mindset, he genuinely just wanted to do that for you. he finds you sweet, after all. you gained his respect and his liking towards you.
he climbs back on the bed, yanks his shirt over his head in with one hand, tossing it somewhere. his pants and underwear next, shoved down his thighs and kicked off. the socks stay on.
he pumps his cock once, twice, slow, genuinely just lazy, just again no sense of urgency, watching your ass. then he tears open the condom packet and rolls it on, giving it a few strokes too.
“happy now?” he asks with fake annoyance as he settles behind you again.
“ecstatic.”
he laughs and slaps your ass again. “good.”
he lines himself up, pretty head pressing into your entrance, fucks the tip only in two or three times, then pushes in slowly.
bottoms out with a long, satisfied moan, putting his hands on your love handles. there we go.
he’s skinny but longer than you remembered from your mouth. makes your eyes shut and your mouth fall open in a little o. he feels better than he did in your throat. deeper. fuller.
you moan. he’s good, feels good.
what is hyunjin if not an impatient little bitch though, he adjusts his grip on your hips and starts fucking you.
“that’s it.” he mutters, clapping his hips with yours.
you two are, even if not always seriously, half the time kinda just playfully, but always at each other’s throats. yet the second he’s inside you, your bodies just work. he fits. the angle is perfect. the way he moves feels so good, you’re getting fucking goosebumps.
his hips snaps to your ass, his pretty cock dragging in and out of you, rough, uncontrolled. hits so good but it’s all about his pleasure. everytime he bottoms out you feel his smooth balls slap your clit. he’s so deep it almost hurts, makes your eyes roll back.
you’re moaning. actually moaning. not the ones you give the others to stroke their egos, this dumb fuck’s cock actually makes you act like this. you’re drooling a little, that’s how good it feels.
hyunjin is too focused to give more sounds that his loud breathing and little moans tome to time. just chasing his own pleasure.
“fuuuuck. mhm, mhm, yeah.” okay hyunjin.
his hips go harder, faster, the sound of skin on skin getting louder, snappier. you’re moaning into his sheets, pussy fluttering around his long cock. it missed him too. the chemistry is insane between you two, disgustingly.
his low, breathy groans turn into these pretty whimpers slowly. soft little “ah— ahh—” everytime he bottoms out. he feels so good, you make him feel so good.
it’s so fucking animal. hyune’s back is straight as a rod, shoulders rolled back, head fallen forward so his messy hair hangs in his eyes. he uses your handles to handle and pull you back onto his cock with every brutal thrust. selfish, grunting, a man.
the sound of his hips slapping on your ass fills the room. rhythmic, obscene, is the right word. porn like.
you’re melting away. your face is pressed into his sheets, mouth open, eyes unfocused at how he slams his pretty cock into you over and over. you feel just as good as he does, makes your spine give up and fall into his hands better, melt with hyunjin.
heavenly sounds come from hyunjin. groans, breathy whimpers, little gasps, moans. he’s so bitchy and pretty and almost vulnerable. he’s letting himself feel how good you are.
he feels like the fucking king. hwang hyunjin, the visual, the untouchable pretty boy, the one everyone wants but no one really gets close to, balls deep in his own assistant. his employee. the powerimbalance is hitting every single button he has. you’re beneath him in the hierarchy. you work for him. and you’re letting him fuck you the middle of the day because he asked.
it makes him feel better. it makes him feel desired, not how the cameras or fans or fans do, because that’s all fake, and this is real. human in human. sex.
and you just calmed him down. hyunjin is calm. you, just again, made an idol forget about his soul crushing problems.
you, just again, are the best.
he adjust his grip your hips, pulls you back onto his cock with every thrust, watching how your ass ripples, how your pussy slips around his length, how you’re dripping for him. his ego is swelling bigger than his dick. it’s toxic. it’s ugly. it’s human nature. it’s exactly what he needs to feel like a man instead of just a pretty face.
he speeds up. fast. selfish. his hips snap against your ass with wet slaps. he loves to listen to it, to chase it, your pussy, the way you flutter and squeeze around him, the way your moans get higher and breathier.
his cock feels amazing inside you. reached deep, hitting such good spots. your eyes are rolling back you’re so glad you took this job.
he’s leaking so much into the condom it might just pop. but would that be so bad? yours and his genes together into some deadbeat asshole baby? why not, actually.
his sounds are fucking heavenly. now all his little sounds are moans, not anything else. that pretty voice of his, what he can do almost everything with, now is just animal noises as he fucks you, fills you. it tells you without words how good you feel, how he never wants to stop.
your arms are shaking, barely holding you up. your mouth is open, drooling onto his sheets, soft desperate moans coming from it.
you’re not even trying to perform anymore like you did with all of them until now, you’re just taking it. that’s what you’re good for.
here, with you, he doesn’t have to be perfect. he can be mean. he can be selfish. he can be desperate and loud and pathetic and you still let him.
he gives all of his into fucking you. like he would go faster but he can’t. it’s physically impossible, his hips are pounding to your ass, cock dragging perfectly along your walls, balls slapping on your skin, his endlessly skilled hands pulling you back(fuck it feels so good) to get the most of you he can.
his body is saying everything for him.
and neither of you has any fucking clue that while hyunjin is lost in the feeling of you, head fallen forward, back now hunched a bit, and you’re you’re melting into the mattress as this animal fucks you, the front door clicks open.
keys jingle. shoes get kicked off.
changbin steps inside.
he stops. are those… your shoes? right next to the door. and… your bag? the fuck?
he listens. hears the moaning. hyunjin’s, mostly, but yours too. softer. the unmistakable sound of someone getting fucked.
oh how your voice makes his tummy flip.
he stands there. mouth slightly open. face going through about fifteen emotions in three seconds.
…fuck’s sake.
hyunjin doesn’t hear a thing. he’s too deep in his own head, to deep in you.
he locks up. his hips stutter as he tries to instinctively pump his cum into you, up, up, up, but the condom stops that from happening.
“ahh, fuck— yeah! ahh…”
he buries himself deep one last time and stays there. he’s satisfied, relieved, the weeks of frustration are finally draining out of him.
he gives your ass one hard slap, mutters a “fuck yeah” then pulls out.
just like that.
he peels the condom off, ties it, gets up, throws it in some trash, then starts pulling his clothes back on.
no aftercare, mind you.
you’re still on your knees, ass up, pussy throbbing and aching and empty.
you were close. actually close.
you sigh, so tired, and start dressing too. whatever. you’re not about to touch yourself in hyunjin’s room. not today.
“thanks.” he says. “needed that.”
“hm.” you button your shirt, fix your hair in the mirror. your pussy is still wet and just soooo frustrated, clit throbbing, but you shove it down. professional. always professional.
hyunjin pulls his hoodie back on, his boner had gone down too, and gives you one last look. “bye.” with a little wave.
fuck’s sake. this dickhead. you mutter a bye out too, then leave. get your shoes, your bag, no idea that binnie came home since thqt.
a couple minutes pass.
hyunjin sighs, does that dipshit thing men do where they slap both of their thighs before standing up and acting like it’s hard, then walks into the kitchen, opens the fridge, and grabs one of his fuckass little straw drinks. imagine some overpriced vitamin water with a bright pink straw. really the cherry on top. he stabs the straw in, takes a sip, and closes the fridge door.
then changbin walks in.
silence.
changbin stops in the doorway. hyunjin stops midsip. their eyes meet.
they both know. changbin knows hyunjin just fucked you in the room right down the hall. hyunjin knows changbin knows. changbin knows hyunjin knows that changbin knows.
hyunjin raises both eyebrows slowly, then walks to changbin, but really just to walk past him. while walking past, hyunjin claps bin on the shoulder lighty, still loudly sipping his stupid little drink through the stupid little straw with a sluuuuuurp.
changbin stands there, staring in front of himself.
hyunjin walks into his room, orgasm achieved, shared assistant cracked, dresses up, gets his shit, then leaves. goes back to work.
you both do. fucking professionalism at its finest. you’re an expert at acting like you weren’t bent over hyunjin’s bed getting your soul fucked out less than an hour ago. hyunjin is fresh and glowing and annoying as ever, waving at everyone. oh bitch please.
but he doesn’t even glance at you more than normal. professionalism. you appreciate that.
when he needs water he says “y/n” in the exact same tone as always. when you hand it to him he takes it with a “thanks” and nothing more. it’s impressive how well both of you are acting.
so good that the others don’t suspect a thing. well, you didn’t notice them do, but maybe mainly because jeongin was following you around.
you catch hyunjin’s eye once across the practice room. he raises one eyebrow, then looks away like nothing happened. you go back to giving the others things. wipe minho’s sweat with a towel yourself.
the next day he already tells the others about it. during some break in one of the smaller practice rooms, while everyone’s sprawled on the floor drinking water and whatever they have to, hyunjin sitting against the wall, jeongin on his phone, han lying on his back staring at the ceiling and deep in his sad little thoughts, felix scrolling, he has a double chin it’s so adorable and hot, changbin is texting a friend, chan is staring in front of himself, so does minho but he’s drinking water while at it, and seungmin is also texting someone.
“oh yeah, by the way. yesterday afternoon me and y/n fucked.”
…
why is he an animal?
okay anyways han sits up with a “really?!”
jeongin’s head snaps up from his phone, the exact expression like from that clip where the others were saying peaches and he heard bitches or for whatever reason he acted like that then. “what?”
felix smiles ear to ear. “how?” which is their way of saying details, dude.
oh hyunjin loves this. mentally giggling and kicking his feet around. “from the back. i was like, invited her over, and she was immediately down for it—“ no you weren’t, you told him a hundred times that you two are busy. “—and i had her on all fours on my bed. y’know, i wrapped it up, she was moaning like crazy. it felt so good. it was—“ he leans forward, it pretty cute because all eight do with him, while he whispers “tight. she was tight. we fucked for like… an hour.” ten minutes max, hyune.
changbin is… staring at the floor, smiling. chan has his mouth open(he’s not upset about hyunjin fucking you. for some reason??). minho gives “mhm”s from time to time. seungmin audibly giggles. felix is leaning forward still, mouth open, smiling too. jeongin feels… something bad, or maybe good?, in his stomach, chest. han is staring with such huge eyes.
“i had her back arched so nice. she was moaning like ahh ahh—“ why is he fucking hilarious “—best fuck i’ve had in months. maybe ever.” he puts his hands up, then slaps them down on his thigh.
and the congratulations he gets. shoving, laughing, asking about details, slapping on him. why are men like this?
the thing is, only you actually (kinda) dislike hyunjin. only you hated him. he never hated you. he just looked down on you.
all of them did, at the beginning, we know that. they saw you as useful, sure, but not as a full person. not as a woman with her own thoughts and feelings and desires. you were convenient. reliable. there. as we clearly fucking know, hyunjin especially treated you like that.
it felt like hate to you because it was dismissive and mean. but to him it was just… normal. that’s what you deserved as a pretty female staff member. you weren’t on his level.
now he’s starting to actually perceive you. somewhere between the first blowjob and yesterday, he kinda got that you’re not just a warm hole, you’re a person. a woman. you’re funny. nice to be around.
and hyunjin is really sensitive. and like, he kinda knows that you saw the worst of him (the tantrums, the mean shit he threw at your head that he still very much thinks about) and you still let him fuck you. you still let him be a man.
he’s starting to like you. not just want you, like you. he especially really likes that you don’t beg for his attention but still give him yours. that you’re confident and in control. it turns him on.
he’s starting to see you as good company.
also, someone whose presence doesn’t drain him.
he’s starting to like you.
okay yeah, we talked a lot about jeongin following you and being on your dick metaphorically and sometimes literally trying to be, but how does that actually look like?
it looks like 10am, when you’re refilling the bottles of the boys who use bottles when jeongin stands next to you.
“hi y/n.”
“hi. you need something?”
“mmmm not really. no.”
you sigh, shove his bottle into his hand. “here. drink.”
“thanks.” manages to drink with two hands on the bottle. you watch the whole thing.
point of this was, he came to you with no idea what he wanted. no point of that conversation.
or you’re walking down the hallway carrying towels for the boys and jeongin fucking appears out of fucking nowhere, matching your pace.
“hey y/n.” he says, happy to see you. he glances left and right quickly, checking for staff, then steps a tiny bit closer. “you need help with those? they look heavy.” he tries to look manly.
“i’m good, thanks though.”
he nods, walks beside you, hands in his hoodie pocket, sneaking little looks at your face. his cheeks are pink.
then he tilts his head. left, right. pokes his mouth to the side. “you’ve been running around all day, don’t you get tired?” (that’s such a basic thing to say, well yes it is, it’s because he couldn’t think of anything better to say. just made the fastest small talk that came into his mind. we appreciate his effort though, keep it up, innie)
“sometimes. but it’s fine.”
he hums, then does that thing where he “accidentally” lets the back of his hand brush yours. he pulls it away fast when he hears footsteps ahead, every little touch, every minute of your attention feeds that new addiction in him.
the others are starting to get visibly irritated.
another time, during a long waiting period, you’re sitting on a couch, ordering something for seungmin because he shoved his card into your hand and asked you to do it(let’s not even talk about how much he trust you to give you his money like that) and jeongin sits down next to you. he looks around first, making sure noone is paying attention, then relaxes a little.
“long day, huh?” he says, again just having no idea what to say but really wanting to talk to you.
“yeah. you holding up okay?”
he shrugs. “better now.” okay flirt.
“i’m glad.” you’re not being dry on purpose, just staying professional.
by the way, you always being this calm and neutral towards them turns them on so much. makes you so hot in their eyes.
he nods, then sneaks his hand between you two on the couch, letting his pinky brush yours. it’s such a small touch but it’s rebellious for his career.
when someone walks past he pulls his hand back instantly, acting like he was just stretching. waits for your reaction. you, to not leave him hanging, raise your brows at him, and that’s it. oh he got what he wanted. well, what he really wants is probably a handy but he’s also satisfied with any microreaction.
or you’re waiting for the elevator and fuck’s sake jeongin walks up next to you, checking the hallway both ways before stepping closer.
“hey. you heading out soon?” he asks.
“yeah, after i drop these papers off.”
he nods, then after making sure the coast is clear, stands against the wall next to the elevator. “cool. um… i was thinking. maybe next time you come over we could watch something? not like… not like a date or anything. just… hang out.”
“mm, i’m not sure. not a no, just, y’know, i’m busy too.”
“okay. just thought i’d ask.” he mumbles, looking away, so trying to look nonchalant. “anyways, you sleep okay last night? you look… good. rested, i mean.” this asshole. insert that video back from years ago when the whole crowd slapped on their foreheads. (this)
“i slept fine. you?”
“yeah! i mean, kinda. kept thinking about… stuff. but it was good stuff.” he smiles shyly, then catches himself and looks around. you want to kick him he’s that pathetic.
he genuinely really just wants to have a good relationship with you now. wants you to like him.
“talk to you later?” he asks, hopeful.
“yeah, later.”
you’re so glad he didn’t go into the elevator with you, then there would be hellevator. just watch him go back to the others, stealing one last glance over his shoulder. you want to slap his head back forward.
this dumb bitch is going to get you fired one day. why is he like this? why are they all like this? you sucked his dick once and now he thinks you’re married. fucking dipshit.
and… jeongin doesn’t consciously think “y/n is my girlfriend.” but his instict is treating you like one, he’s treating you like one. you’re the person he wants to show off for, flexing his biceps because oh girls like that, telling you about his day, trying to look cool, the person he gets excited to see. and being near you makes the constant pressure, the fear of not being good enough, the loneliness in his head disappear for a bit.
which would be so much easier if seungmin wouldn’t have developed a habit, very bold habit of letting his hand find your ass whenever he thinks he can get away with it.
???
it happens multiple times a day now. during breaks, in hallways, when you’re handing him something, he’d feel up a palmful of you, appreciating it, or slapping it, then acts like nothing happened. like oh that wasn’t him. did anything even happen? you okay y/n?
creep.
ooookay you’re not even mad anymore. you’ve accepted it, lowkey workplace harassment but you consent.
and like… you do have a great ass.
he wants to fuck it. he wants to eat it. he wants to slap it red and watch it jiggle while he rails you from behind. he wants to cum on it, watch it drip down between your cheeks, then push it back inside with his fingers or cock or wait do you have toys? okay he’ll explore that fantasy later. he wants to make you sit on his face, smother him with it while he eats you from behind. he wants to leave marks on it, handprints, bite marks, the imprint of his hips. he wants to watch it bounce while you ride him reverse cowgirl. he wants to use it, squeezing and spreading and slapping whenever he feels like it. he’s obsessed with the way it moves when you walk. the way it looks when you bend over. the way it feels in his hand, perfect to grip. once he was actually close to nutting hands free just from imagining burying his face between your cheeks and motorboating them while you moan.
sometimes, when he thinks noone’s looking, he adjusts himself in his pants just because he looked at your back side.
fucking men and their ass fixation.
fucking men and their skills. their abilities. what they learned, how to use their eyes on you. they learned it from years of fanmeets, stages, cameras, they’ve been trained for years how to look at fans, the “i’m looking at you but only you” stare.
now they want you to feel what their fans feel.
once with felix you were handing him a new shirt he asked for from his bag(again, trust that he just lets you dig around in there, but the seungmin letting you have basically all his money in your hand is still bigger) when he(still talking about felix) grabbed both of your hands, exactly like he does with fans at fanmeets and looked up at you with the most angelic, charming eyes, thumbs stroking the backs of your hands.
“thank you so much.” he said, smiling that practiced heartfluttering smile, voice soft and intimate like you were the only girl in the universe. “you always take such good care of me.”
you almost laughed in his face.
you immediately go it that he was using his fan service technique on you. the same one he uses on every other person. it didn’t affect you.
“felix, i’m not buying lightsticks.”
he realized what he was doing, yes he wasn’t conscious that he slipped, so he didn’t even want to, then he dropped your hands and laughed awkwardly, muttered out a “force of habit.”
if you were anyone else, he would have started to explain himself with the speed of light. but with you he knows he doesn’t need to. that’s pretty sweet, after all.
this also happened with minho. he, also did it on accident. he was tired. really tired. not the tired that he was about to fall out his chair, just slow in the head.
you handed him water and suddenly he gave you the biggest, shiniest, most angelic smile you’ve ever seen. eyes sparkling, head tilted, voice so forced “thank you so much, y/n~ you’re always so kind.” he caught himself. the smile dropped instantly. he looked at you. you looked at him. he mumbled “…never mind. sorry.” even he looked slightly disturbed by it.
they’re all trained manipulators. years of it. they know exactly how to use their eyes, their voices, their bodies to make people feel things. and now they’re using it on you, constantly. little looks. their angelic voices. touches. little head tilts with biiiiiig eyes when they want you to feel special.
they want you to want them. they want you to choose them. it’s unconscious at this point. survival instinct and genuine longing both in the soup.
this annoys you, kinda. but you can deal with it. it’s your job, after all, this is what got you that payment raise. and oh it’s also your job to having to listen to how loud they always are.
not just yelling your name when they need something, they’re fucking hootin and hollerin around and scream at each other and laugh like fucking animals and wrestle on the floor.
but they also can be cute. okay, there, you admitted it, but it was sweet seeing hyunjin and jeongin lying on the floor together, just kind of cuddling. didn’t these bitches exclusively complain about physical touch? okay fuck cares men are weird. they do this. they need the physical comfort. they just don’t call it that.
(afterwards they pushed each other away and “dude you’re annoying—“ “bro leave me alone—“ “ew—“ “get off me—“)
another time you were talking with chan who was sitting in a spinning chair, han in his lap. he had his arms around chan’s neck, chin on chan’s shoulder, eyes closed.
“you made sure they sent the updated ones, right?” chan’s saying to you about some business bullshit.
you nod. “yes. i double checked this morning. uh, they also confirmed the fitting time. they can do thursday. you’re fine.”
you like how serious chan is now. like yes daddy be that serious while spanking me. “okay. bin won’t be in until the afternoon on friday, can you—“
“yeah, i’ll call them right now.” oh you know your shit.
chan nods, satisfied. like so satisfied. only another blowjob could satisfy him more than this. his hand rubs han’s back. “thanks, y/n.“
horrible little hoes.
and they know they’re horrible. if one of them was a girl, they literally wouldn’t date each other. they know too much of the others, too many sides seen. too much ego. they accept it. they love each other but if they had daughters then they wouldn’t let the others date her. in general they’d sooner kill the other than let them close to any family member of theirs romantically, that’s how much they know of each other and how conscious they are that they’re not ethically good people.
hyunjin’s prick ass(but at least he can pay the bills) is their the pick to keep away from any female in their lives. anyways, he’s better now. like, his general mental health. it’s still pretty shitty, but better. you helped a lot. his balls feel lighter, his shoulders feel looser, because someone finally drained the constant panic and pressure out of his nervous system.
he feels powerful. validated. like he finally got what was “his.” but really he’s just really softening up. he’s starting to see how gentle you treat him, how much you take from him, that actually feels good for him. it’s such a good feeling that you basically accept him this much. hm, he should go find you now too.
bad side of this, is that he’s sensitive as fuck now. everytime he sees you his body reacts, and that’s only natural, that’s the right thing happening here, but still, it’s not always pleasant having his cock twitching and his chest feeling tight and beating.
him and changbin have talked about this, actually. shared their feelings. and they can… relate to each other.
changbin specifically is really in his head, really proud of what he got from you. like he can’t stop thinking about your warm mouth, the way you looked up at him while sucking him, how you treated him.
he wakes up hard in the morning just because you’re in his mind so much nowadays. he has to jerk off in the shower just to function.
men jerking off omfg hottest thing ever. binnie is the hottest thing ever. all eight are the hottest things ever and you know it and you feel so good about your position.
but it’s not just physical, emotionally he feels cared for. you’re a great woman. you’re healing old wounds(he didn’t even know were still bleeding, and still doesn’t know).
he wants your mouth again. he wants your hands. he wants to bury his face between your legs and make you feel even half as good as you made him feel.
…is this a crush we see developing, changbin??
anyways, we’ll get back to the developing crush topic, but we need to talk about jeongin too. jeongin, who wants to be near you all the time.
he wants to show you things. he wants to make you laugh. he wants to you to notice how strong he is.
because this is consistent, kind female attention. fans scream for him but they don’t know him. you do. you let him inside you. you were so accepting and nice. it was such a good sexual experience.
his brain takes you as “someone who wants me for real.” but so decides to forget about the fact that you didn’t like, kiss him at all. asshole. but anyways he’s living in the fantasy that you might actually like him back.
and okay, shit, it’s… nice. really nice. having someone this rich and famous want to spend time with you, touch you, let you touch him. you like this situation too, if you ignore that you can barely go pee without him wanting to watch you do it. (it’s a hilarious fucking picture omfg imagine you just WANTING to pee and this fuckass standing in the stall with you and staring down at you wordlessly. maybe tapping his two hands on his thighs. this fucking dipshit oh how we love him)
then chan… well, chan feels… a lot.
he finds you beautiful.
not just hot, beautiful. makes his chest feel tight, dare i say, makes him lose his breath. he sees worth in you, he begins to. he sees someone who could stand next to him. he wishes he could fuck you without feeling like his heart is trying to climb out of his chest.
he’s not mad or jealous or any other similar negative feeling at jeongin or changbin or hyunjin, after all. it comes off as that at first but it always fades, because he’s just… sad. that gives a negative start to everything, the main in him is sad. sad that he complicated it. sad that he made it heavy. sad that you had to be the mature one and stop him.
he wants you again. bad. he wants you the way jeongin had you, the way the kid told the story made it such a fantasy, and he also wants you the way hyunjin had you because c’mon chan is born for doggystyle.
and also, he wants to hold you after. he wants to be the one you choose when you’re tired.
that’s also a fantasy of his, maybe he could be your stress relief. reverse the situation what you two were in, he could be between your legs and he could take all this stress off your shoulders. doesn’t that sound nice?
it does, to him. like drooling nice. like he actually had to catch the drool slipping out of his mouth once when he was in his head about this particular scenario. it got on his shirt. fuck.
but he’s getting better with time. the tension, having to throw up in his stomach is loosening. he’s starting to realize and accept that you belong to all of them, kinda, and that will change in the future, and that’s okay. that this is your choice. he respects it. he respects you. there we go, from not even remembering the new little assistant’s name, to respect. or maybe a crush, even.
no, not a crush, please. he’s terrified of that.
but he can’t stop it. everytime he sees you he has to smile. every time you smile at him he feels like the best boy out of all of them. fuck, he can only hope you don’t prefer the others over him, like maybe felix. (all of them are afraid that your favorite is felix, that’s just so natural to come for everyone and everything they know, always felix)
he’s falling.
that’s the right word, chan is falling.
for his assistant.
for who you show to them, and for the version of you that only he got glimpses of. the one that helped him with more than just bringing him water. but he knows it’s not emotional for you. and he’s trying to be okay with that. but even if he never gets to have you the way he wants, you’ve already given him more than anyone else ever has.
it only took having his dick sucked twice. he overestimated his ability to stay unattached.
so, after all, all four of them are scared that they’re developing workplace crushes and they know how bad that is. this isn’t school, this isn’t pass a note in class, this is real life with real consequences. contracts. reputations. millions of fans. companies. a crush here isn’t cute. it’s just… danger to them, it could end careers, it could end yours, it could blow up the entire group.
but they can’t stop it.
they have, what? years of suppression? for sure. then also access to a new human connection, and constant stress, attractive and competent and sexually available woman. they’re latching onto you.
and those are just the ones who have fucked you.
the other four that haven’t, the other half of the group, they’re still thinking with their dicks.
okay, so do the other four you’ve already had. all of this is driven by their dicks. hyunjin’s liking towards you is platonic, he still just wants to put it in you again. jeongin? ever more. changbin acts like this because of what his dick received and chan is just difficult mentally. still, they want to dick you down.
anyways. the unfucked four spend their days how the fucked four also do, thinking about how your pussy would feel, how your mouth would look stretched around them, how your ass would jiggle when they fuck you from behind. difference is, one half already got these visuals. that doesn’t hold these men back though.
minho, to start with. he smiles at you nowadays without saying anything, once or twice. he’s nicer, now that you got to know him. but you’re kind of aware that he’s nice because wants to fuck your throat. that he gives the nice to get something.
but that’s okay, the fuck would he want a relationship for now, useless. and he got the alternative that doesn’t nag him on a hourly basis and he doesn’t have to take out on dates and put effort into, just gives him the care without him having to put anything into it. he’s so fine. (only if he knew what relationship awaits him)
han’s best effort on his own pathetic case is just talking to you. or when something’s funny then leaning on you to laugh, or hand on your shoulder and his forehead on that while laughing like it’s a joke. but it’s not a joke. he’s not okay inside. and on top of that he wants to fuck you so badly he can barely think. he wants to bury his face between your thighs and eat you. not just eat you out but eat you. he wants to hear you moan, wants to feel your nails digging into his back. he wants the release he knows you can give him, his assistant.
he needs you. he needs the comfort. he needs to feel wanted.
felix wants to feel what the others felt. he wants to know if you’d moan for him the way you moaned for hyunjin(at least how hyunjin described it, that’s why when felix is in his head about you he sometimes accidentally imagines you moaning in hyunjin’s voice??? and he doesn’t even realize) he just wants to bury his face between your tits and forget the world for ten minutes, c’mon y/n, give him that!
you were extra nice to him one afternoon, just a small thing, let’s say you got him a cold whatever drink without him asking. lix took the can, said “thanks”, then excused himself.
he walked to the bathroom, locked the door, pressed his back to it, and stood there breathing hard, hand on his chest, trying to calm his heart down. he squeezed his eyes together and remembered every second of the interaction. it was nothing. but to him it felt like everything. so that’s how much that little shit affected him.
he stood there for a solid two minutes just trying to breathe while his dick throbbed against his thigh. it was just so inconvenient.
he tried not to jerk off right there. he wanted you so bad in that moment it actually scared him a little. he wanted to push you against the wall, pull your pants down, and bury his face in your pussy until you couldn’t stand. like right there. but he couldn’t. so he just stood there, breathing through it, until his dick calmed down enough to go back out.
oh don’t misunderstand this is not a crush. he’s not in love or anything, he just wants your pussy so bad it’s making him act like this.
but seungmin, doesn’t make an effort to make a move on you. just touching you without a consent but no “no” said is okay to him. he likes just watching you too. acting like he’s not so up for pinning you to the wall and fucking you from behind while covering your mouth so no one would hear.
he just wants your body. wants to use you. wants to take what the others have already had. he’s patient but that’s gonna end once too.
objectification.
you’re letting them objectify you.
you… okay, you kinda like it. not in a “i have no self respect” way, more like… it’s hot. being wanted this badly by eight hot, famous, rich men who could have anyone but keep wanting you. you like being the one they all know. you’re so glad for this job.
and you objectify them back. unintentionally, but you do. especially chan. oh you two have a weird little dynamic, anyways, he’s so.. yes. he’s the man ever. dadaman.
and you catch yourself staring at his hands sometimes, imagining them spreading your ass again. you catch yourself getting horny, turned on just hearing him talk.
he’s hot. he’s so fucking hot it makes you want to rip your two arms off. (without you developing a crush!! so professional)
but this doesn’t mean he’s your favorite, you don’t have a favorite. you like them all the same. and you like their bodies. you like their voices. you like the way they are during sex.
but unlike them, you’re not just objectifying. you’re a woman. you’re not as traumatized as they are. you still have space in your head for empathy. you feel bad for them, really bad sometimes. you see how young they were, you see how they’ve been trained to act through anything, through pain, to perform through exhaustion, to never complain. you see the fear in their eyes when they think about what happens if they’re not perfect. you see how lonely they are, and it affects your easy little heart.
so yeah. you use their bodies and their neediness to feel good and powerful, but you also feel sorry for them. you see the scared little boys underneath the muscles and the acting, you see how much they’ve sacrificed, you see how badly they need someone to just… be soft with them. these men have ruined their lives.
that’s why you let them do this to you.
you’re not innocent, you’re not a victim, you’re a participant, you’re getting something out of this too, money, validation, power, pleasure, satisfaction, and you’re okay with that. you’re more than okay with it.
because you really like the boys, after all. maybe you like them for how traumatized, fucked up in the head they are, but you still do and it is what it is. they’re nice, just damaged.
but lately it’s been a lot of chan. still, no favorites, just it came like this. you’ve been spending big amounts of time with him. it’s a surprise that none of them ended with you choking on his beautiful cock but what’s late isn’t gone.
one night you were in the studio with him, just laptop time. you were about to get up and go home soon, but… not yet.
the others had gone home hours earlier. it was just you and chan, both on your laptops, legs tangled under the small table. now that’s adorable. he was muttering things under his breath, eyebrows knotted, it was so cute. you were fixing the schedule for next week, color coding shit!!
at one point he got up to stretch, arms over his head, shirt riding up, showing that luring v line and the trail of hair you knew led down to his thick cock. he caught you looking. smiled, a little bit. then sat back down. leg went back on yours.
that single interaction held more intimacy, more tension and romance and cheekiness than any form of sex you two ever had.
anyways, you like his company. you really do. he’s maybe the calmest when it’s just the two of you. he’s funny too, in his dry way.
he asks about your day sometimes. tells you shit about the boys. he’s trying.
of course he also likes the way your throat feels. you notice him staring at your mouth sometimes. you see the way his thighs tense, how he swallows when you lean over to point at something on his screen and your shirt gaps a little.
he remembers. he remembers how you looked on your knees. how you sounded gagging on him. how warm and wet and perfect your throat was.
sometimes when you’re both focused on work you’ll notice his breathing change for a second, that’s when he’s thinking about it. then he’ll clear his throat or drink some water and go back to work.
you don’t mind.
you like that tension too.
another night you’re both sitting on a couch in a smaller room, on your laptops. chan is editing something, chewing on that chewable lip a bit. you’re on about some calendar but cookie clicker is open under it.
he reaches for the burger you brought him earlier, unwraps it with one hand, fucking man, and inhales the whole thing in three massive bites. fucking caveman.
you look over. “you good?”
“mm.” he grunts, mouth still full. “stavving. thanks fo brinhing it.”
you hum, going back to your screen. a minute later you ask “can you pass me my charger?”
chan reaches over, unplugs his own charger and hands it to you. it was closer. newer iphone chargers nonetheless so doesn’t really matter. “here.”
“thanks.”
you both go back to typing. ten minutes later he asks you “what time do i need to come in tomorrow?” since something got put to another day.
“ten thirty.”
“fuck. okay.”
silence again. comfortable. you glance at him once. he’s focused, but seems relaxed. you two fit so good together, just please start dating, please. (exaggeration, neither of you are ready for that yet)
he catches you looking. “what?”
“nothing. you have a pen mark on your cheek.”
he rubs at it. “gone?”
“still there.”
he sighs, wipes harder. you go back to your laptop. neither of you says anything else for the next half hour. it’s nice.
you have seen this man naked, by the way.
another time you’re answering emails while chan leans back on the couch, groaning around.
you don’t stare. much.
“my back hurts.” he mutters.
“you did too many reps yesterday?”
“yeah.” he rolls his neck. “can you pass me that pillow behind you?”
you grab it and throw it at his face. he catches it, laughs, aw okay, stuffs it behind his lower back.
“better?”
“better.”
you both go back to work. ten minutes later he reaches over and takes one of your fries from the whatever you ordered.
and when he’s done with that he has the audacity to ask “you got any gum?”
but really he just knows you’ll give them anything anytime.
you pull a pack from your bag and hand him. he takes two, pops them in, then offers the pack back.
“thanks.”
“mhm.”
you sit there in comfortable silence. he chews loudly. you don’t mind.
he likes your company. you like his company too.
you’re getting close.
now. this time it’s the same setting we just lead up to, studio, late as fuck, laptops open.
“pass me the ketchup?” he asks.
you slide the little packet over without looking. he catches it, rips it open with his teeth, and squeezes it onto the last few whatever he asked you to order for him. he paid, of course, not out of being a gentleman, it’s just the company’s rules with employing you.
“mm.” why do men always have to hum when eating? “you talked to hyunjin lately?”
you look up. “a bit. why?”
chan shrugs, not looking at you because he can’t. “heard that you two… you know.”
you lean back. “he asked me that afternoon. said he’d leave the brand meeting early. i told him it was bad timing, but he kept pushing. you know how he gets. i went over. that’s… it.”
he kept pushing. chan doesn’t like that. he’ll talk to hyune later.
anyways, he likes that you tell him this. he likes that you’re honest, that you don’t hide it, that you treat him like he can handle it. it makes him feel trusted. smart.
he nods. “he seemed… lighter after.”
“good. that’s the point.”
another bit of silence.
“you okay with all of it?” he asks.
“yeah. i’m fine.”
he looks at you for a long time, then goes back to his screen. yikes, there goes your chance, chan. but yeah, he’s grateful you talk to him like this. really grateful.
you stand up to grab something from your bag on the table. you rummage for a second, when you turn back around, little notebook in your hand, chan is standing in front of you.
close.
the tension of you two’s arrives back into the room. did it ever leave?
his eyes are fixed on you. so much held back behind them, so much of him.
he’s so pretty. those huge lips, so full, those eyes when he doesn’t have makeup on. how he smells. how low, quiet his voice is when he opens his mouth to talk to you.
“i want to have sex too.”
author’s note: uh btw the end of this series is supposed to be real love w the guys… if u couldn’t tell. so the classic fall in real love bla bla bla, anyways these are really mean characterizations on purpose, does not mean i’m assuming anything of these men or how they act, because i and we do not know these men!! AND if anyone only reads all done boss of my content, i’ll tell u that i do my series w the first part of the titles being the same (my dear y/n series and now the all done) and the last part of them changed!! love y’all thank u for the amount of love i got on the first part of this<3
summary: part one. stray kids just works soooo hard, and aren’t you just an angel of an assistant to give them the sexual relief they need? (chan and hyunjin getting some action specifically, the others will come in the next parts)
warnings: asshole skz, out of character because we like our men a lil evil around here, absolutely unrealistic, fuck knows what assistants do in these environments, cursing, power imbalance, objectification of reader lowk, dumb men, sexual content(oral and handjobs (m receiving), deepthroating, gagging(and gagging sum cum back up), spitting, cum eating, face fucking, grinding, ass play but nothing goes inside a body, making out, hickeys, heavy sexual tension), multiple sex scenes
word count: 22k
you’ve been working for stray kids for about three weeks now and holy shit it’s fucking hell.
as an assistant. given to stray kids themselves because lately, they’ve been needing extra staff support. and that’s okay, boys. just… stop being fucking assholes, maybe?
chan is the only one who sometimes remembers you have a name. he makes you feel like he could either pat your head or fire you without raising his voice. mostly he just nods when you hand him something, mutters “thanks” and keeps walking like you’re part of the wallpaper. one time he actually said “good job” after you fixed his in ear monitor in under ten seconds during soundcheck. you almost dropped dead from the shock.
lee know says maybe twelve words to you a day if you’re lucky. you hand him water, he takes it. you remind him something, he goes “mhm.” you accidentally bump into him backstage and he just sidesteps. you wonder if he even knows you’re the new assistant or if he thinks you’re just another staff member.
changbin is the only one who consistently doesn’t make you feel disposable. he always says “thank you so much” when you pass him anything. once you brought him his favorite hoodie you knew he likes and he looked at you like you hung the moon. “ah… really? you didn’t have to…” he still forgets your name sometimes but at least he tries. “you… the new one, right? sorry, what was it again?” cute fucker.
you want to kick hyunjin up. he’ll take the coffee you’re offering, and go “hm. a little cold already” like you personally pissed in it. you stand there wondering if you should spit in his next one. he’s not outright cruel, just lowkey evil in that hot way that makes you wanna smack him and also maybe climb him. he’s lucky you’re professional.
han seems to be fine by himself most of the time but says “thank youuu~” to you at leadt. pretty chill guy. doesn’t pay you much mind though. doesn’t pay much mind to anything.
felix manages a “oh, thank you” when you get him something but that’s mostly it. you swear he’s the only one who makes eye contact. lowk distant, not like you expected him to jump into your lap, just saying. you brought him throat candies once and he looked genuinely touched. “you noticed? ah, i’m sorry for the trouble.” bro you’re literally paid to notice.
seungmin doesn’t care much either. oh, staff, nice, gets me shit. helps me with shit. it’s their job, my job, that’s fine.
jeongin manages to thank you too, time to time. sometimes he’ll add a tiny “you’re fast” when you’re quick with something.
you hate working for them, to be honest.
just again, why would anyone expect these celebrities to be nice to you, but still. eye contact at least would be nice, dude. or dudes.
mornings are the worst. you’re running around with eight different demands at the same time. chan wants you to tell other people like, sixty things. hyunjin complains whatever drink he asked for is too sweet even though he didn’t fucking specify. lee know just takes whatever you give him and stares into the void. changbin thanks you three times. han acts hurt when you ask him something bc wdym he has to think when it’s your job. felix politely asks if you can find his missing earring. seungmin is on his phone all the time and jeongin is hiding behind his hood pretending he’s not awake yet.
when they’re not just rotting in the recording booths, you’re shoving water bottles, towels, monitors, this and that into their hands while they barely look at you.
“here.” “thanks.” “mhm.” “fuck, this cord is tangled again, who the hell—” (that’s seungmin).
hyunjin once threw his in ear back at you because it was “buzzing weird” and you caught it mid air. he actually looked surprised before going back to ignoring your existence.
but most of the time, you’re background noise. a pair of hands that brings things and fixes things and stays out of the way.
but just again, they’re not your friends and you do not expect them to be. they’re eight men in their twenties living in pressure all the time and they simply don’t have the energy to care about the new assistant beyond “does this person make my life easier right now?”
that’s fine with you. you get paid. you get to stare at handsome faces all day.
plus they’re all massive dramatic bitches when the stress gets too serious.
well, they never scream at you or anything, that would be unprofessional and they’re way too image conscious for that shit. but the passive aggressive energy? the tiny huffs? you want to strangle them.
hyunjin is like the final fuckass boss. you want to peg him just tor the way how he acts when something doesn’t go exactly his way. and not peg in the good way.
one morning you handed him his coffee and it had one too many ice cubes or whatever the fuck and he just stared at the cup.
“this again?” he muttered, then shoved it back into your hands without looking at you. “make it properly.”
later during rehearsal when his mic pack was acting up he actually clicked his tongue loud enough for you to hear and gave you that gut curling side eye like you invented technical difficulties yourself. bitch. you fixed it in thirty seconds flat and he didn’t even say thanks.
still, when he’s not in bitch mode he tolerates you fine. sometimes he even nods in your direction when he sees you. progress.
chan can get angry. “where’s the updated timing?” he asked you once, voice flat, like you were supposed to read his mind.
you scrambled, fixed it, handed it over. he took it without a word, scanned it, then just exhaled through his nose real hard.
the manly equivalent of slamming a door.
later he remembered to mutter “sorry, long day” but it still felt like you got lightly bitch slapped by responsibility.
you once brought lee know the wrong flavor of sum drink and he just looked at the bottle for five full seconds, then set it down slowly. he still takes whatever you give him most days and grunts “mhm” but on bad days that grunt sounds like it’s coming from the depths of hell.
changbin tries to behave, but he gets irritated at shit too. he’ll smile through it at first, “ah it’s okay…” but then he starts avoiding eye contact. not brave enough to actually point it out.
one time the stylists changed his outfit last minute and he had to wait for you to find the right shoes because it was put down somewhere. he stood there quietly for ten minutes, then very politely went “…it’s been a while, hm?”
you felt bad as fuck even though it wasn’t your fault. you got a thanks, at least.
han will still say thank you but it’s almost sarcastic. “thanks. really needed that.” said in a tone that implies he needed it five minutes ago. he wants you to be in place, you work for him after all.
felix stays fair at least. “it’s fine.” he’ll say. “just… next time maybe check twice?” you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. beautiful men should not be allowed to do this.
seungmin will take what you hand him, say thanks in the most neutral tone possible, and that’s it. says thanks but says it wirh the energy of thx.
sometimes he’ll just look through you like you’re not even there. one time you reminded him about something in twenty and he went “yeah i know” so flat you felt stupid for opening your mouth.
he’s not mean exactly, just… done. existing in his own bubble and you’re outside it.
jeongin will mumble thanks when you help him but if he’s stressed he gets his little attitude. “you sure this is the right one?” he asked once, holding up the wrong anything you accidentally gave him. made you feel so dumb. wanted you to feel dumb. then he smiled like he didn’t just lowkey call you incompetent. little shit.
still blushes when you catch him off guard though, so at least there’s that.
the days they’re huge bitches are usually the ones with back to back schedules, zero sleep, and zero breaks. you get it. so yeah, they snap a little. they get pissy. they sigh loud and click tongues and give you the cold shoulder.
but they don’t hate you, actually. none of them has ever complained about you to management or asked for someone else.
they like you enough not to make your life hell, but not enough to treat you like a person most days. you’re useful. reliable. that’s about it. you’re like any other staff, assigned a little closer to them, maybe.
you like watching chan lead them thru another flawless performance like he didn’t almost bite your head off six hours earlier.
men.
and it’s always, a l w a y s, y/n this. y/n that. y/n where is my nonstop. they’re on your dick 24/7.
“y/n.”
“y/n get me water.”
“y/n my in ear is messed up again.”
“y/n where’s the schedule?”
“y/n, hurry.”
even when they’re being bitches they still need you. especially when they’re being bitches.
hyunjin is your favorite to be honest. not because oh bias or anything, just because you actually kinda fuck with the way he’s like this. it’s like those female teachers loving the boys even though the boys are annoying and disrespectful.
“y/n. fix this.” he’ll say, pissy, shoving his half buttoned shirt at you. the stylist buttoned it for him perfectly before, mind you. fuck did he unbutton it for? bitch go tell the stylist this not y/n. (you did it for him)
one time he was in a full mood during rehearsal, everything was wrong, and he kept calling your name every thirty seconds. “y/n this light is too bright.” “y/n the floor feels sticky.”
you fixed it all but told him under your breath “then lick it cleaner, princess”
he actually heard you. you thought you were getting fired right there. wouldn’t even have minded it either, but he just gave you the deadest stare but didn’t say shit because deep down he knows he’s being a hoe.
when chan asks you to bring the this, the that, you bring it. two minutes later: “y/n, the pens?” you bring pens. five minutes later: “y/n—” you almost throw the whole fucking folder at his head.
lee know doesn’t even say full sentences anymore. just “y/n.” and then points at whatever he needs. water. towel. phone charger.
once he did the finger point while staring straight ahead.
you almost broke his finger.
you handed him the thing and he went “mhm”
changbin at least can get a nice tone on for FUCK’s sake. “y/n, sorry, could you get me the…?” it’s every ten minutes. you catch him looking a little guilty sometimes, mayb he knows they’re all overusing you, but then five minutes later he’s doing it again because his brain is fried and your help is nice.
han says thank you at least. he, compared to the others, lowkey leaves you alone. but that’s compared to the others. he still needs this and that and oh also—
felix really likes calling for you. sometimes he adds a tiny “sorry for bothering you again” but then asks for thirty things at once after that.
seungmin takes what you give him and barely look up, but god forbid you’re two steps too slow. he’ll just exhale hard through his nose. he’s on your dick just as much as the rest, just quieter about it.
“y/n…” jeongin mumbles at first, then if you take too long he gets this little smirk. “y/n, you sleeping or what?” he gon get his arm broken very soon, you’re capable of many things. whoop foreshadowing.
anyways, one time he called your name four times in a row because he couldn’t find his own fucking socks and when you finally found them he went “wow you’re slow today” you wanted to stuff the socks in his mouth.
you’ll be in the middle of fixing something on hyunjin(he’s a bitch but still lets you this close to him, says a lot tbh) and chan will call from across the room “y/n, timing?” and han will chime in “y/n i need my phone” and suddenly it’s a chorus of your name from eight different directions.
y/n.
y/n.
y/n.
yeah it’s not rare that you get called for from multiple directions at the same time.
take it when hyunjin and changbin both go y/n at the exact same second.
hyunjin’s voice is already pissy because his shirt collar is sitting weird. “y/n, fix this, it’s choking me.”
changbin is just as demanding but has a nicer tone to it. “y/n… sorry, can you pass me the throat spray? my voice feels off.”
you freeze for half a second while both of them stare at you expecting you to split in two.
hyunjin clicks his tongue. “well?”
you end up tossing the spray to changbin first because he was nicer about it, then you’re on hyunjin adjusting his stupid pretty collar while he looks down at you.
“faster.” he mutters. you want to bite his neck. not in the sexual way. you actually want to rip his veins out.
you two lowk like each other.
then chan. “y/n, is my laptop there?” lee know just lifts one hand lazily without even looking up. “water.” han is waving at you with that big smile that hides how tired he is. “y/n, my protein bar, the chocolate one!” felix raises his hand too “yo y/n, any chance you got my phone?“ seungmin next “y/n, mind grabbing me a coffee? black, thanks.” and jeongin is peeking from behind his phone. “y/n? can you check if my shoes are laced right? feels weird.” he could do it himself, mind you. he just likes to slave you around. all eight do.
all eight. at once. you’re one woman. you have two hands and one brain that’s currently dying.
when y’all have somewhere to be, every five minutes someone needs something. “y/n, my earphones are tangled.” hyunjin, pissy. “y/n, do we have any gum?” felix. “y/n, what time are we arriving again?” chan. lee know doesn’t even say your name, he just looks at you and you already know, water. han is the only one who adds a cute “please” most times, but even he piles on. changbin tries to be independent, at least. seungmin throws a “y/n, charger?” your way. jeongin entertains himself, he’s usually not that big of a problem when you’re out.
one night after a crazy schedule when all of them are quiet for once, changbin murmurs a “y/n, my neck hurts, any painkillers?” and “y/n—” “y/n—” “y/n, me too actually—” “yeah, if you have extra.”
you had to take the deepest breath. you’ll be a good mother after all this practice at least.
but let’s be real, after all this time and you not quitting, the hoes started to slowly trust you.
not in the let’s be besties way, but they know they can count on y/n.
they stop watching you like a hawk when you hold their phones. they leave expensive watches and half used shit on tables and don’t triple check if you moved anything. they even complain about managers infront of you sometimes.
they know you won’t fuck them over.
the biggest change happened because of chan.
it was genuinely a disaster of a night. everything went to shit. at 1:17am he pulled out his phone, texted you that he needs help with something. dorm if you can.
and you went because you’re a damn good assistant. security also let you through because apparently chan had already cleared it.
he opened their door in a black hoodie and sweats, hair so cute, looking equal parts grateful and dead. but he was really, really, really relieved to see you. “come in. sorry it’s a mess.”
it was messy, but sure, they’re men.
andyou spent the whole night at their tiny dining table with him. everything work related was on the table. chan was surprisingly open once the door was closed.
you even massaged his shoulders for ten minutes when he looked close to death. he kept muttering “thanks… seriously y/n” every hour or so. woah, gratitude we see there?
he really needed you that night. he needed the help he doesn’t usually take.
then jeongin’s little bitchass walked out of his room around 3:30am wearing nothing but black boxers, hair sticking up everywhere, half asleep and scratching his stomach.
he just gave you a lazy little slap on the arm as he passed. “hey, y/n.” he mumbled, walking weird(nothing happened, men just walk weird sometimes we know that), drank a huge glass of water, then casually walked back to his room.
your mouth went dry. he looked so hot.
chan just shook his head.
you powered through. by 6am chan had everything solid.
he told you to “go home. take the whole day off tomorrow— today. whatever. you earned it. i’ll tell management.” you tried to argue but he just shook his head. “no. sleep.” like okay dada.
each of the others had their opinions of this night, of course. most of the disagreement was pointed towards chan, not you. it was chan who let staff this close into their finally earned personal space, and you were just doing your job. but just again, this was most. the ones who think less in general, felix for an example, or seungmin but he does use his brain, those were the ones who did feel a little bit different about you.
but even they got over it because they have bigger shit to deal with.
plus… you’re actually fun to be around.
they realized that.
chan, after that all nighter, looks at you with actual respect. you’re not just staff anymore but someone who has his back, even though you’re doing it because you get paid for it.
“y/n, handle this for me?” and you do, because you’re reliable as fuck and he knows. you’re pretty much the only staff member who doesn’t make his head hurt.
then one afternoon you were sitting on a couch and… minho sat down next to you? like so next to you that his whole thick sidewas pressed up against yours. thigh to thigh, arm to arm, everything.
and he talked to you??? “i don’t like this schedule.” he muttered. “they keep adding shit. you notice that too?” you nodded like a dumbass and he kept going, complaining about this and that.
five whole minutes of lee know having a conversation while basically cuddling you on a tiny couch. you didn’t move. you didn’t breathe too loud. when he finally got up he just gave you one nod and left. your leg was asleep for twenty minutes after. men are disgustingly hot.
all because he saw that chan put trust in you.
changbin has straight up adopted you. he follows you around whenever he’s not needed, chatting about random stuff just to talk to you. other staff have literally gotten used to seeing the two of you walking side by side down every corridor.
you’re delivering papers? he’s right there beside you, chatting. you’re grabbing coffee for everyone? he tags along carrying one cup just to talk.
hyunjin started this disgusting new habit where he’ll stress eat half a fucking sandwich, or a granola bar, or some random pastry, then shove the sad remains straight into your hand.
“here. it’s yours now.”
one time it was a half eaten banana and he just pressed the mushy end into your palm while looking you dead in the eye.
“finish it.”
you stood there holding warm banana goo wondering how the fuck your life got to this point.
you were starving though. his saliva didn’t even taste that bad.
one night, like really late night when the others were still recording in the booth and you were sitting in the couch of that room, han just… sat in your lap??
“y/n, bounce me.”
so you kept talking to another staff member while you had your arms around the man and bounced your knees up and down. his ass was warm and heavy and every bounce made your thighs burn.
the unprofessional ever.
he enjoyed it though and that’s what matters. (this action will have consequences ahh)
one evening felix texted you saying he needed help with some paperwork shit at the dorm because he was too wiped to think straight. other staff usually deal with it for him but this time they shoved it into his hands and he had to take it home.
anyways. when you were there you made the mistake of saying “that shirt looks nice on you” professionally!!
felix paused, looked down at it, then just peeled it off right there, tossed it at your face and said “keep it.”
you caught it on instinct, fabric still warm from his body, and stood there holding a shirt worth a kidney.
seungmin usually keeps his distance but one night he was heading down to grab late night food for the boys. he asked the boys first, the usual, then turned to you. “y/n, you want anything?”
you stopped. seungmin remembering the staff exists? seungmin offering?
you muttered something about candy and he nodded, came back twenty minutes later with your little chocolate bar.
you’d been promoted from staff to lowkey pet.
some night you had to stand outside with some important smoking higher people while the boys were indoors, it was freezing. jeongin noticed from the window, disappeared for thirty seconds, then came out and draped his own jacket over your shoulders with a friendly smile. you thanked him hundreds of times but he just waved you off and went back inside. he jacket smelled like him. boy sweat, cologne, whatever detergent they use with chan. your mouth watered a little remembering the boxers incident. men make you feral.
as long as you’re around, shit runs smoother.
you’re just trying not to moan out loud when another one of them does something intimate while calling your name for the hundredth time that day.
fucking men. fucking hoes.
fucking unbelievable.
fucking sweet.
you’re back in chan and jeongin’s dorm again, way past midnight , because apparently “just one more hour of reviewing this” turned into “let’s camp out until the sun comes up.”
jeongin is already passed out in his room.
the whole situation screams unprofessional from every angle. you, sitting on the floor next to chan’s bed with your laptop balanced on your knees while he sits in his gaming chair, elbows on the desk, staring at his own screen.
the room smells like him. you like it.
you’re in your boss’s bedroom at 2am helping him work. assistant duties, sure. but still. hope we can all see what’s up.
chan rubs his eyes with one big hand and sighs. “y/n… you any good with this negotiation shit?”
you stretch your back. “yeah, i’m decent. learned a bunch from the last company i was at. act like you’re doing them a favor. also i’m good at reading between the lines on email tone, when they’re bluffing, when they’re actually pissed, that kinda thing.”
he nods, listening.
“honestly, i’m good at a lot of shit.” you say. “i know, uuh, spreadsheets, schedules, calming down people, giving killer blowjobs when the situation calls for it.”
the second the words leave your mouth your soul leaves your body.
you slap both hands over your face. “oh my god, chan, i’m so fucking sorry. that was disgusting. i was joking. i’m just exhausted, my brain’s not working, please pretend i didn’t say that. holy shit i wanna die.”
he stares at you for a second, then lets out this little surprised laugh, shoulders shaking a little. that whole combo looks good on him.
“fuck, okay. it’s fine, y/n. really. we’re both running on no sleep. don’t worry about it. shit slips out.” chuckling a little, eyes crinkling at the corners. “didn’t expect that one, though.”
you nod fast, mumble a “heh yeah mhm” face burning, wanting to disappear, and force your eyes back to your screen.
the silence that follows feels different than before.
minutes tick by. you’re both typing again, but the energy in the room has changed. bad. human energy. physical.
chan keeps glancing over.
then he clears his throat. “y/n.”
you look up. you know you’re going to get fired in this saint second.
“would you… be down for it?”
huh?
“down for what?”
he exhales through his nose, he can’t believe he’s saying this out loud. “the blowjob.” and immediately he leans back, hands coming up. “fuck, sorry, that came out wrong. i didn’t mean to make it weird, this is so unprofessional, i’m your boss basically, we’re both tired, this is crossing every line, i haven’t had any action in months and i’m tired, just forget i said anything—”
“sure.”
“sure?”
you swallow. “i mean… yeah. if you want. we can keep it professional. i’m offering to help because it’s my job. i don’t mind helping. really. like no weirdness after. or any attachment if that’s what you’re afraid of. just… relief. like the other stuff i do for you guys. we both know this stays between us.”
he watches you for a long time, searching your face. making sure you’re not fucking with him.
holy shiiiiit.
the leader in him is clearly fighting the man who’s been running on stress for months.
finally his eyebrows move lower on his face. he looks so good. “you sure? i don’t want you feeling like you have to. if it’s a hard no, say it. we go back to work and pretend this conversation never happened.”
you nod, setting your laptop aside on the bed. “i’m sure. we’re both adults. you trust me enough to let me in here. i trust you enough to keep it between us. it’s just… helping. professionally, i guess.”
chan rubs his face with both hands, then drops them, looking at you with disbelief. “fuck. okay. yeah. if you’re really down… that would actually be… shit, i don’t even know how to say it without sounding like an asshole.”
he shifts in the chair, the move making his sweats pull tighter across his lap. you don’t let your eyes drop there. not yet.
“i want to, chan. shut up and let your assistant help.”
“alright. if you’re sure.”
you nod, heart racing, moving toward him on the floor.
the air between you crackles with how fucking human and inevitable this whole thing is.
wait, no, i meant to say professional.
totally fucking professional.
he watches you approach, throat working as he swallows. hot. “y/n…”
“mm?”
“thank you. seriously.”
you smile, sweet, beautiful, even as you settle down between his spread legs. “anytime, chan. now relax and let me do my job.”
the laptop screen glows behind him, forgotten. for the first time in weeks, mr leader looks like he actually feels something besides depression.
you keep your voice to a whisper, soft and comforting, you’re so good at it. “it’s okay. you’ve been so wound up. let me take care of it.”
his eyes are locked on yours, and now you can actually feel them do something to you. you can already see the outline of him straining against the front of his sweats, tented up nice and obvious now, the shape of his cock pushing forward cuz it’s been trying to wave hello after you two danced around the idea for ten whole minutes.
you drag one finger in slow, lazy circles on the inside of his thigh. god, that’s a muscle there. up and down.
“that’s it.” you whisper. “just let it happen. you’re safe with me tonight.”
he lets out a low, shaky breath through his nose, thighs spreading wider. the outline gets thicker, harder, the head of him nudging more obviously against the fabric until the whole thing is basically throbbing there, begging.
you keep circling that finger, pressing a little firmer each time, watching the way his cock jumps every time you get close but never quite touch it yet.
when he’s fully hard, cock standing so stiff it’s almost pathetic how it strains the waistband of his sweats, a tiny wet spot already forming where the tip is leaking, you finally hook your fingers into the elastic. slow as fuck. you tug the sweats down his hips inch by inch, letting them bunch around his cute ankles. his boxer briefs come next, black and snug, the front stretched obscenely over the fat length of him. you peel those down too, careful, watching his cock spring free and slap up against his stomach with a soft, heavy sound.
and jesus fucking christ.
he’s big. not porn star ridiculous ofc, but real man big. thick, veiny, kind of cock that makes your mouth water. like wdym your boss has been packing this the whole time? the head is flushed, already shiny with pre cum beading at the slit. his balls are heavy underneath, drawn up tight from how turned on he is, nestled in a bush of dark pubes that get light when going up his pretty little stomach. makes your stomach flip.
“y/n… shit, i haven’t had time to, i’m not really shav—”
you press a finger to your lips, a soft shh, then slide a hand up his thigh and squeeze the thick muscle there, reassuring. “don’t. seriously. it’s fine. you’re perfect like this.”
you don’t mind. you expected it. this man barely has time to sleep, let alone shave his junk.
his eyes go wide.
hungry.
that little thing, you telling him he’s perfect just changed something in his dumb man brain and now he’s stupidly, suddenly attracted to you in a way that goes waaaay past professional relief. not just attracted, attached.
his cock twitches hard in the air between you, confirming it, another bead of pre sliding down the shaft.
you spit into your palm. lands loud in the quiet room. not so ladylike but after all it is, because you use it to wrap your hand around the base of him. slow. so fucking slow. feels so funny. in the hot way.
you stroke up from the root all the way to the head, thumb swirling over the leaking tip to spread everything nice and slick. down again, twisting your wrist a little, spreading your spit around, feeling the way his pubes tickle the side of your hand on every pass.
chan’s head falls back against the chair. he lets out these low little sounds. guttural might be the best word. a deep “mmph” when you squeeze tighter on the upstroke. a shaky exhale that turns into a quiet little groan when you drag your thumb right under the head where he’s most sensitive. his balls are basically in love with you.
you keep it slow, just learning the shape of him, the way his cock pulses in your grip, learning how he’s built.
work’s gonna be real difficult after this, knowing the exact shape of your boss’ cock, but whatever. now’s not the time to think about that.
another spit, right onto the head this time, and you spread it with your palm, making everything messy.
looks obscene. looks like him.
he’s leaking constantly now, precum mixing with your spit and dripping down over your knuckles.
you twist your hand on the way back up, firm, perfect, and chan’s hips jerk once, oh fuck he didn’t mean to, a “fuck”slipping out.
you keep going like that. long strokes. base to tip. tip to base. sometimes you pause at the head and just milk him with your thumb and fingers, watching more pre ooze out. sometimes you roll his balls gently in your other hand, feeling how full they are, how manly.
every sound he makes is quiet but real, that’s why it’s so hot, low grunts, shaky sighs, the occasional deep something in his chest that you can’t quite identify. his hands are gripping the arms of the chair.
you glance up at him every few strokes, catching the way his jaw clenched, eyes half lidded, so so so hot, and fixed on your hand working him, that beautiful face flushed and fucked up already.
he looks like he came six fucking times already and you’ve barely even started. he looks fucking gone. the outline in his pants was nothing compared to the real thing, big, heavy in your hand, twitching and leaking.
shit, like he hasn’t been touched in months.
chan lets out another quiet groan, hips shifting, moving up into your hand. his cock is flushed darker now, veins standing out, the head glossy and swollen. beautiful.
you squeeze his thigh again with your free hand, comforting, and he melts a little more into the chair, another “mmh…” escaping him.
you’re really fucking good at this.
you keep stroking him slowly and slick for a few more (torturous) seconds, watching his cock live in your fist, veins bulging, the head shiny and leaking. chan’s thighs are tense as fuck around you, muscles flexing in pleasure. his breathing is rough, the low grunts turning into shaky little huffs that he’s clearly trying to keep quiet because jeongin is still in the building.
you lean in closer, spit one more onto the tip. it lands and slides down the shaft, mixing with all the pre already dripping everywhere.
then you finally stop the foreplay.
you take him into your mouth.
the second your lips wrap around the swollen head chan has to take a biiiig breath, head tilted back, his mouth shut, teeth gritted.
you sink down fast, taking as much of his thick cock as you can in one go, lips hugging the girth. so snug. half his length disappears into your (hot, wet) mouth and you hollow your cheeks immediately, wow, sucking like you’re trying to pull the stress right out of his balls.
chan’s hand flies to the back of your head, then leaves it because he remembers you’re his assistant, and flies to the chair instead. his hips thrust up, chasing you, and you let him, relaxing your throat so another inch slides in.
his eyes actually cross.
the head bumps the back of your throat and you swallow around him, throat muscles struggling, but still milking the tip. spit is already pouring out the corners of your mouth, dripping down his shaft and soaking into the dark pubes at the base. you don’t care. you bob your head, then again, and again, sloppy and greedy(for your boss’ cock), gluck gluck gluck.
chan has to breathe with his mouth open to bear with the pleasure.
every time you pull back you swirl your tongue around the head, sucking hard on the sensitive underside before diving back down, nose pressing into his pubes on the deepest strokes.
it’s so obscene. so filthy. has that human smell that’s almost disgusting but more hot.
his balls are right there, heavy(makes him even hotter in your eyes), so you reach up with one hand and roll them gently, fingers slipping through the soft hair covering them, tugging, massaging, making his cock jump in your mouth.
the sounds he’s making are pure porn.
“y/n… fuck— y/n—”
music. to. your. fucking. ears.
it’s the only opinion he can get out. pure disbelief that his quiet, sweet little assistant is sucking his soul out through his dick like a pro. where the fuck did you learn to do this? the question is written all over his fucked face, but all that comes out is another desperate “y/n… shit—”
you hum around him. his cock twitches violently on your tongue, another thick spurt of pre flooding your mouth. you swallow it down greedily, moaning softly so he feels it, then pull off just long enough to spit on him again. messy, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening cock, so unprofessional(well no fucking shit), before you dive back in even harder.
you’re giving him your best. head bobbing fast and sloppy, one hand stroking what your mouth can’t reach, twisting. the other hand keeps playing with his balls, feeling how full and heavy they are, how the skin wrinkles under your fingers.
spit is everywhere. dripping down your chin, running down his shaft, soaking his pubes.
every time you take him deep your throat makes these disgusting gurgling noises and chan’s thighs start shaking around your shoulders.
he’s panting now, chest heaving under his hoodie, head thrown back against the chair. his whines are getting higher, god, he can’t believe how good it feels.
his cock is rock hard and pulsing, the head basically exploding in pleasure everytime it hits the back of your throat. you suck harder, cheeks hollowed, tongue working the underside.
good little assistant you are.
you pull off for a second to catch your breath, strings of thick spit connecting your swollen lips to his cock. you stroke him fast with your slick hand, watching the way his balls tighten even more, the way his pubes are soaked and clinging to his skin. then you lean down and take him back down, burying your nose in his pubes until your throat is bulging around him.
chan is gone. completely gone. not here anymore. his whines turn into these animal groans that he tries to muffle with his fist, but they still leak out.
you go faster now. sloppier. throat relaxing so you can take him even deeper, nose grinding into him. spit bubbles at the corners of your mouth and drips onto his balls. your hand keeps working the base, stroking in time with your mouth, squeezing. his cock is so wet it sounds disgusting, loud, wet, filthy sucking noises that would be embarrassing if either of you gave a single fuck right now.
his thighs are trembling hard around you. his abs are clenching under the hoodie.
you look up at him through wet lashes, eyes watering from how deep you’re taking him, and the sight of the big strong leader completely dying because of your mouth is enough to make you moan around his cock.
you feel the power of your situation. your jaw is starting to ache but you don’t care. you love it. you love how his thighs are shaking around your shoulders, how his balls feel in your palm, how every time you pull off for a breath a string of spit connects your swollen lips to his glistening cock and he stares down at you like he’s seeing god.
he’s leaking so much it’s constant now, salty and warm and kinda ew, sliding down your throat while you moan around him because you’re so fucking turned on it hurts.
you feel powerful. you feel wanted. you feel the stress melting out of his body.
he doesn’t want this to end, but he’s so close that it might very soon. because you’re that good.
that’s why his hips don’t stop twitching, squirming around, and his thighs spread more, trembling, and that “y/n… y/n…” turns into one long moan.
you push deeper, swallowing around him, throat squeezing tight as the first thick rope of cum shoots down your throat. it’s hot, salty, a lot, months of stress and no release all pouring out in wild spurts that you swallow greedily, cheeks hollowed, eyes watering you keep sucking through it, milking him with your mouth and hand while he cums and cums and cums like he’s never going to stop. doesn’t taste that good but you’re just doing your job, aren’t you, y/n?
“y/n— fuck— y/n—” his voice is so fucking whiny it makes your pussy clench.
you take every twitch, every throb, every spurt as it coats your tongue and slides down. your toes are curled. the musky smell of him mixed with fresh cum is so filthy and human it makes your head spin.
you keep working him through the whole thing, slow and gentle now, sucking softly on the sensitive head while the last weak pulses dribble onto your tongue.
his cock is twitching, now just half hard, shiny and messy with spit and cum when you finally pull off. sounds wet. a string of saliva and semen connects your swollen lips to his tip for a second before it breaks and drips onto his balls.
you swallow one last time, then back on your heels, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. “all done, boss.”
chan’s slumped in the chair, chest heaving, eyes half lidded and kinda crossed??, mouth open. he looks like he doesn’t know whether to propose or cry.
he sighs. reaches down slowly, tucking his spent, spit shiny cock back into his boxers with shaky hands, then yanks his sweats up over his hips. the wet spot on the front is lame. funny. then sits there for a second, rebooting.
then he stands up on slightly unsteady legs, runs a hand through his messy hair, and mutters “i’m… gonna take a quick shower. you can go home. i mean— fuck, not like i’m sending you home, god no, i’m not that much of an asshole. i just… you’ve been here all night, you should rest—”
“i know what you mean. it’s okay. i’ll head out.” voice sweet and professional like you didn’t just swallow his load two minutes ago.
he nods, relief and some emotional dilema on his face. he looks like he wants to say something bigger but doesn’t know how. instead he just says “do you want tomorrow off? you earned it. more than earned it.”
you shake your head, standing up and smoothing your clothes. “no, i’m good. i’ll see you. don’t worry about me.”
he watches you gather your stuff for a second, then nods.
you slip out of the apartment as quietly as you can.
your lips feel swollen, your jaw aches, and you can still taste him. your panties are soaked through, thighs sticky, and your brain is a mess of what the fuck did i just do and holy shit that was hot.
back inside, chan stands under the shower for a long time, hot water pounding on his shoulders, trying to wrap his head around the fact that his you, his assistant, just got on her knees and sucked him dry.
he keeps thinking of the way you looked up at him, the way you swallowed everything, the little cheeky “all done, boss” after. god, that was hot. cherry on fucking top.
his chest feels tight. it has nothing to do with the orgasm and everything to do with how much he suddenly wants to pull you close and make you his girl. and with the stress and anxiety, of course. how will tomorrow go? will you act normal? how will the boys find out? ugh. he might just go and cuddle up next to jeongin in hopes of getting some comfort, for fuck’s sake.
and… oh my god, you’re back at it the next day like nothing happened, running around. like, for all eight of them again. y/n get this, y/n fix that strap, y/n where’s my fucking charger, y/n my coffee’s cold.
y/n you deserve a month off. a year. a life. respect to you.
and you and chan are scarily professional. no signs. no weird eye contact, no blushing, nothing. wow.
you hand him something and he says “thanks” you fix something on him and he just nods.
but there’s this new tension in the air that the other seven clock immediately.
chan is… softer. more boy than man. or maybe more man than boy. his shoulders aren’t as locked up. that’s good. he laughs a little quicker at han’s dumb jokes. and his eyes keep flicking to you when you’re across the room, then away. he even says “take it easy today, y/n” once in passing, and you smile at him like you didn’t have his cock down your throat eight hours ago.
the boys aren’t stupid. they’ve known chan for years, we know that. they can read that man easily.
so the second they’re alone, one of the bigger studio rooms or green rooms or whatever after the afternoon schedule, doors shut, no staff, just the eight of them sprawled on couches...
“okay what the fuck is up with you and y/n?” han asks legs kicked up on the coffee table. “did something happen?”
chan freezes mid sip of his water. “what? no. shut up.”
hyunjin leans forward. “no, something’s up. are you okay?”
chan rubs his face, puts the water down. he keeps glancing at the door. “it’s not— look, it’s nothing. we’re fine. drop it.”
changbin watches him. “you know you can tell us.”
“no, it’s not about y/n.”
“then?”
chan groans, head falling back against the couch. he’s quiet for a long minute, jaw working, chewing on his mouth, clearly fighting with himself. plus he just lied about it not being about you. fuck.
the silence is killing them.
“…y/n blew me, okay?”
dead silence.
“like..?” han mumbles, grabbing imaginary hair in front of him and thrusting his hips forward into the air like he’s face fucking someone.
hyunjin watches. giggles. says “like..?” and tilts his head back, opens his mouth wide, and jerks both hands up and down like he’s milking a cock into an open mouth. “like this?” his voice is so cute, giggling, laughing, smiling ear to ear. he’s beautiful.
“like..?” felix pokes his tongue hard into his cheek so it bulges out while he jacks the air next to his face with one hand.
“like..?” changbin twists both hands in the air like he’s gripping a thick shaft, then leans forward and makes loud sucking noises above it, hollowing his cheeks, eyes big and looking up at chan while he does the most pornographic blowjob mime you’ve ever seen. “mmh… mmh… like this? deepthroat?”
“like..?” jeongin smirks and makes a fist, then bobs his head down on it fast while making exaggerated gagging sounds. “y/n taking the whole thing?“
“like..?” seungmin leans back and acts like he’s holding a hair above his crotch, pulling the imaginary hair up and down.
minho giggles out loud. “like..?” then starts thrusting up into the air, holding himself up with his back on the couch he’s sitting on.
chan buries his face in his hands, ears red.
they’re all laughing their fuckasses off but are also genuinely shocked. like did this really happen? in their years of careers this actually happened? to chan??
“no fucking way—”
“how the hell did she take you?”
“you didn’t tell us?”
“did she swallow?”
“was it good?”
chan groans. head in his hands. “yes, okay? it was… fuck, it was insane.” he slaps his face with the two hands holding it up. “she’s really good at it. i didn’t even know… i still don’t know how. and we’re keeping it professional. it was just… stress relief. one time. that’s it. i asked her for it and she said yes.”
the room goes quiet.
then han starts thrusting into the air again, laughing in chan’s face.
felix pokes his tongue in his cheek again, then pulling it away and poking it back really fast, going into chan’s face.
changbin is screaming laughing, still twisting the air. minho can’t breathe and keeps slapping changbin’s shoulders as he twists around from silent laughter.
“and you did that next to me?” jeongin whines but he’s smiling ear to ear. he’s so entertained.
“when’s my turn?“ hyunjin asks.
chan throws a pillow at him. “shut the fuck up. none of you say shit to her. i’m serious. this stays here.”
they all nod, still laughing, still processing. they’re shocked as fuck. horny. jealous. proud. men.
and now every single one of them is now lowkey wondering how the fuck they can get on your good side next.
and boom, they’re suddenly… nicer. not in a fake polite way. in a scary, intentional, grown man way. suddenly, they’re not huge assholes.
minho sits next to you again. and again. and again. always watching you talk, chin in his palm usually, nodding along, smiling, laughing with you. what the fuck.
changbin finds you on the halls again. “y/n, how long have you been doing this kind of work? do you like it? does it get exhausting dealing with us all day?” his pretty eyes focused on your face. when you say it can be hard, he smiles and says “you’re really good at it. we notice, you know.” then he lightly bumps your shoulder with his. you notice that too.
hyunjin actually waits until you’re close and gently tugs your sleeve. “y/n. come here for a second.” when you step closer he holds out his iced coffee like an offering. “taste this. too sweet again?” you take a sip and he watches your mouth the whole time, eyes intense. baby stop. “hm. ‘kay.” then he gives you this tiny half smile and walks off. you stand there blinking like he just grew a second head.
han full on grabs your arm during break, tugging you over to the couch he’s sitting on. “y/n sit with me for a bit. my shoulders are bad from yesterday, can you press here?” he makes you touch him.
felix leans against the wall next to you during a break, not in the cringe way but in that boyish loose way that’s so ggrgrghghh, sipping his drink, and goes “so what do you do when you’re not running after us? any hobbies? boyfriend? …no? hm.”
seungmin also uses the digging technique first. “you got family around here? siblings? what made you want to work in this industry?” he asks you. listens. anything for his dick tbh, even though your answers aren’t boring.
jeongin usually smiles ear to ear when he gets close to you, using his voice. using it good. or asks you to pass things that are literally in fucking arm reach, putting his fingers on yours purposely. his best attempt at flirting.
and chan is trying so fucking hard. he’s professional, respectful, gives you space… but his eyes follow you constantly.
“y/n, thanks.” “y/n, good job.” oh suddenly he can be grateful.
when no one’s watching he squeezes your shoulder gently, even.
uhuh there goes being professional and he knows that.
why isn’t he stopping himself? why can’t he listen to his brain when it’s about something this important? it was a one time thing. fuck.
the way they’re all suddenly tugging your arm, asking about your life, watching your mouth when you talk, finding excuses to be close… it’s too coordinated. too on purpose. too curious. too hungry. too boy.
you have a pretty strong guess that chan cracked and told them at least some version of what happened that night.
the thought makes your face hot every time one of them calls your name now because now it feels meant. like they’re all imagining the same thing.
and they’re so good at it. these are grown men who’ve spent years charming fans, interviewers, sponsors. they know exactly how to act, what to say. they learned this.
they’re doing this to get something. it’s lowkey mind games. that’s their whole life already.
because they’re wondering the same thing. if she did that for chan… what would she do for me?
plus they value chan so much that the fact he let you that close somehow makes you… safe. approved. part of the inner circle now. it’s weirdly sweet when we ignore the fact that they’re only doing it to get some game too.
my actual respect goes for the way they’re still pros on the surface, perfect smiles for cameras or other people, flawless interviews and public presence, but the second the staff clears out or the doors close, you’re left and their imagination of the position you sucked chan off with.
but around you, so unprofessional.
which is horrible, but they keep doing it.
minho actually contains himself, kind of. just sometimes puts an arm behind you when sitting with you on a couch. testing how you’d feel under him. or he’ll press his palm flat against your waist to gently move you aside when he wants something from the table behind you. like hello to you too daddy.
changbin catches you in the hallway, gently grabs your waist to turn you toward him. “y/n, wait, can you—” all the time. he’s wondering how you’d look looking up at him with those same helpful eyes while your mouth is full.
you’re helping hyunjin adjust his collar(it’s the fucking stylists’ job, why did he demand you to do it?) when his hand slides around your waist from behind, holding onto you.
“tighter on the left.” he mutters.
when you’re finished he gives your waist a tiny squeeze before letting go.
han actually gives you hugs now. like a saying hi hug in the mornings which always he initiates. hugging just to touch, no emotion behind it. it’s unprofessional and annoying. he’s not a smart man but has a goal now. he’s interested and so is something else on him.
felix keeps it casual. he leans in while you’re handing him water, but leans in on purpose. “thanks, y/n.” oh hello getting polite aren’t we.
seungmin is not touchy. respect tbh.
not like jeongin, who tugs you by the waist constantly now. “y/n, come here real quick.” wants his dick sucked NOW.
and they’re talking to you more than ever. and they exchange the information they got. they are standing on business. they’re horny boys first, idols second right now.
plus they can see that the energy between you and chan is thick as fuck now. he texts you more, he lets you into his space easier. during a late rehearsal he pulls you aside and tells you “that night, it helped. a lot. more than you know.”
the tension is there, but nothing sexual has happened again. yet. he’s holding back, trying to be professional, but you can feel how bad he wants more.
too bad the other seven want a piece of whatever chan got that night.
felix is the straighest about it. during a break he leans in, eyes dragging over you, slowly(he was trained to do this), and goes “you look good today, y/n. really good.” it sounds friendly on the surface, like a casual compliment, but the way his gaze lingers on your lips and then drops to your chest makes it anything but. he smiles after, boyish, beautiful, like he didn’t just eye fuck you in broad daylight. waiter waiter a whole box of xanax please
the others are sneakier but still deeply unprofessional and they know it. they ask about your life like they’re actually interested, but the questions always have this undertone now. because they just want your body.
minho sits next to you again, thigh pressed to yours DADA, and has actual conversations. “you like taking care of people, huh?” he says, eyes on your face. then, quieter, “must feel good when someone takes care of you back.” he wants to be the one making you feel good.
changbin is with you in the hallway again. “do you ever get lonely? with how much we keep you running around? you deserve someone who takes care of you too, you know.”
hyunjin keeps shoving half eaten shit into your hands but now he watches your mouth when you eat it. “good?” he asks. yeah sure whatever dude pull the willy out if you want it sucked so bad.
han once asks “you got any plans after schedule? maybe we could hang… talk more.” ??? the unprofessional ever.
seungmin asked you one day “you ever think about what you want outside of work? like… personal stuff?” the way he looked at you when he said “personal” made it clear he was imagining you spread out and moaning someone’s name. probably his.
once when the boys were talking, jeongin turned to you and asked “you, y/n? what do you do for release?” he clearly could have said to unwind or something, and he makes that known with a cheeky raise of his eyebrows too. fucking hell.
and you can tell chan is fighting with himself sometimes.
he’ll be in the middle of a conversation with you, genuinely business shit, and then something will run across his face. a tiny frown, a quick glance away, the responsible leader part of his brain is yelling “what the fuck are you doing, she’s staff” while the rest of him is just glad you exist. glad he has you. glad there’s someone who saw him at his really stressed and still chose to help without making it weird after.
most of the time the glad part wins. he lets you closer now.
the other seven? they don’t have that conflict.
they just want to hit.
bad.
they want to know what that mouth feels like. what those hands would do if they asked nicely (or not so nicely). they want to see if their sweet little assistant would get on her knees for them too, if she’d moan their name if it cane to that.
it’s horny, selfish, and they know all of them are on the same page. chan’s always so done with them when the topic comes to this.
and oh, hyunjin, the evil shit.
he waits until changbin mentions during lunch that he’s sleeping over at chan and jeongin’s dorm tomorrow night. boys are so cute when they’re excited about their little sleepovers. like aw they planned it one day sooner. hyune just nods and says nothing.
next day, after the evening schedule wraps, hyunjin finds you alone in the hallway while you’re packing up something.
he tugs your arm, pulls you closer than necessary, and says “y/n. come over tonight.”
“to yours?”
“yeah. changbin’s gone. it’ll just be me. i need help with something. personal. you know how it is.”
he doesn’t say it outright but the implication is thick as fuck. he waited until his own roommate, his best friend, was safely out of the picture. didn’t even hint to changbin. didn’t mention it to chan. just saw his opening and took it like the selfish pretty bitch he is. it’s an asshole move, one hundred percent. but hyunjin doesn’t care right now. he wants his turn. he wants to see if you’ll help him the way you helped chan.
you stand there, heart hammering, because you know exactly what he’s asking. he doesn’t know you know.
and you’re tempted.
and that’s how you end up at their place. well, right now just his.
you’re barely two steps inside when the door clicks shut behind you and hyunjin turns around.
oh, the lighting is actually nice. this is absolutely a nice place, fits them too, looks so good and combined with the smell of men—
“i want you to suck me off.”
you choke. your eyes go wide and you cough once, hard, hand flying up to your throat. “jesus fucking christ, hyunjin.”
“what? you did it for chan. i want it too.”
the confidence is insane.
you’re not even against it, the thought has been sitting in the back of your head ever since they all started acting weird, but jesus christ the delivery.
“okay… wow. straight to it, huh?” you mumble.
“why drag it out?” he says, already walking past you toward the couch. “we both know why you’re here. you’re not stupid. i’m not stupid.” he drops onto the couch, legs spread. “you can have a glass of wine first if you want. there’s some. or water. whatever makes you comfortable. but i’m not waiting all night.”
you stand there blinking, mouth still a little open. the audacity is actually impressive. “right.”
“then sit down for a second. talk if you want. or don’t. i don’t care.“
you do sit, on the other end of the couch, legs crossed, trying to act like this is a normal conversation. you talk a little about the schedules, how tired everyone looks, how you noticed they’ve all been… different lately.
hyunjin listens, nodding once or twice, but his eyes keep dropping to your lips. he’s not subtle. he clearly gives zero fuck about your feelings and wants his cock sucked like yesterday.
he’s straining against his jeans, god, but also… there’s this… romantic tension radiating off him. or maybe it’s leaning into the sexual territory too, but it is romantic, somewhere. both of you know something is about to go down and both of you know the other knows.
after a few minutes you sigh, rubbing your temple. “okay. sure. i’ll do it.”
his whole face changes. not a big smile, he’s too cool for that, but his eyes light up. eyebrows go up. he’s visibly more excited. “yeah?”
“yeah. just… keep it between us.”
“obviously.”
fucking liar.
okay both of you know chan did not hold his fucking mouth so saying it was straight up pointless. hyunjin seems even worse at keeping secrets, you’re putting less hope into this staying a secret than you did with chan.
but you’re just doing your job, after all. he’s your boss, up to him if he keeps it.
he yanks his belt open right then right there right away, the metal clinking and it sounds hot for some reason, then pops the button on his jeans but doesn’t push them down yet. just leaves them open, the zipper halfway down, the black waistband of his underwear already visible. he spreads his legs wider, one arm draped over the back of the couch ,and looks at you.
“come here then.”
okay. wow. right. okay. you move closer, then slowly sink down on the floor. it’s humiliating, considering he’s so above you in all aspects. that’s why it’s so hot.
the second you drop to your knees between his spread thighs his face, his expression shifts into something evil. satisfied, mostly. that beautiful smile, small, smug, evil, spreads across his pretty face.
“look at you.” he mutters.
he’s so hot it’s actually fucking unfair. like so unfair. fuck your fucking chungus life. that body relaxed on the couch like he was born to be serviced. this might be the perfect way to say it, born to be serviced. shame he’s also dumb and evil and weirdly romantic.
but right now he’s just a horny boy who waited until his roommate was gone so he could have you all to himself.
you settle between his legs, hands resting on his thighs. the denim is warm under your palms. his cock is already hard, been for a while, pushing against the black fabric, the outline calling your name. the tension in the room is stroking it by itself.
hyunjin reaches down, slow, and threads his fingers through your hair. “go on then, y/n. show me what you showed channie.”
you’re here for work.
so you lean in, breath ghosting over the bulge in his underwear, and watch the way his thighs tense under your hands and that satisfied smile spreads more. like he’s so happy that he’s smiling. it’s cute, if you think about it.
you reach up slowly, fingers helping tug the jeans down his thighs. they pool around his ankles and he kicks them off lazily, leaving him in just the black boxers that are so tented.
then you, slowly, peel those down too, his cock springs out, slapping up. makes your mouth water.
completely shaven, by the way. oiled and all this morning but wouldn’t tell a soul. prepared like a whore. knew he was gonna get his dick sucked tonight and wanted it perfect.
doesn’t care about you but gives a shit about how you experience him.
you wrap your hand around the base first, feeling him up. learning how the little guy works.
you squeeze gently, feeling the signature silky skin texture of dick, of genitals in general, slide over the hardness underneath, and hyunjin lets out this soft, breathy little sound that you’ve never heard from him before. a quiet “mmh…”
you start stroking him slow as fuck, up and down the whole length, thumb swirling over the head every time you reach the top. there’s not much pre for now, his dick isn’t as desperate as chan’s was, but you can work with anything.
you can always work with anything.
you spit into your other hand, loud and wet, and wrap it around him too, using both now, slicking him up until everything’s shiny and messy and dripping down over his bare balls. a little lube would help a lot but you won’t kill the mood now by having the audacity to ask for it.
hyunjin’s head tips back against the couch. “fuck… that’s good.” he murmurs, voice angelic. “just like that… yeah.“
he’s enjoying the hell out of it.
his balls are drawn up tight already, adorable how men’s bodies work, smooth and warm, and when you drag your fingers down to cup them he lets out another one of those pretty sounds, a quiet “ahh… shit” that makes your pussy throb because who the fuck knew evil reincarnated, hwang hyunjin(he’s not even that bad you two are just dramatic about each other) could sound like that.
you keep it torturously slow, just like you did with chan. long strokes from base to tip, twisting at the head, squeezing just right so some pre oozes out.
you lean in close enough that your breath ghosts over the wet head and hyunjin’s fingers tighten in your hair. he likes the power situation he’s in.
his cock is finally leaking now, easier to work with. slick. shiny. you can feel his heartbeat in it, pulsing under your palm, so smooth and pretty because he fucking prepared for you.
“mmh. fuck, y/n… slower for a second.” he breathes. he’s so into it his cheeks are flushed, lips parted, that pretty evil face looking soft and unreal, best word for this man, while you work him.
you slow down even more, dragging your fist up inch by inch, feeling every little part of him, all the textures he has to give you.
only if changbin knew.
you squeeze a little tighter on the upstroke and he moans. his hips thrust up into your fist, chasing the feeling, you can tell he’s a good dancer just by the way he moves his hips. how he’s rolling into your hand.
he’s enjoying this so much it’s almost sweet.
you spit on him again and keep going. slow, slick strokes. both hands working him perfectly. some spit running down your wrist.
his head stays tipped back, eyes mostly closed, mouth open to let those beautiful moans slip out.
you keep stroking him slowly with both hands(one would work too but his cock is more entertaining than his cute little balls so you took that hand up too), twisting at the head every time you reach the top.
then you lean in a little closer, part your lips, and poke your tongue out.
you swirl it around the swollen head once. the moment your tongue pushed down hyunjin gasps, “ah—!” as he snaps his head down at you, pretty face twisting into this grimace of pleasure. wasn’t really ready for how fucking good it feels.
“ah… yeah… mm—” he mumbles, hips twitching up into your fist, wanting more.
slut.
you open your mouth wider, take the head between your lips and suck, starting hard already, tongue flicking fast against the sensitive underside while your hands keep working the base in tight strokes.
his fingers tighten in your hair. his eyes close. his mouth is open.
you bob your head faster, taking him deeper with every slide, cheeks hollowing on the way up so you suck him tight and wet. also leaving spit behind so it glides smoother.
you pull off for a second just to spit on him again, then dive right back down, taking him halfway, then deeper, until the head bumps the back of your throat and you swallow around him.
he gasps, and his free hand grabs the couch cushion hard. you feel another spurt of pre cum coat in your mouth. ew but also hot.
you start a brutal rhythm, fast, sloppy, wet, head bobbing, hands twisting and stroking everything you can’t fit, sucking hard every time you pull back so your lips drag over the head. everytime you take him deep your nose presses against his skin and you can smell whatever product he used mixed with that warm musky boy scent that makes your pussy ache.
you were made for men.
hyunjin is making all these soft, breathy, pretty little sounds now that he knows he can, no one else around, no reason to stay quiet. little “ah… ahh” everytime you swallow around him, moans when you twist your hands just right, little whimpers when you suck hard on the head and swirl your tongue around the slit at the same time.
his hips start rolling up to meet your mouth, shallow little thrusts. you let him, opening your throat more, taking him deeper until your eyes water and spit runs down your chin in thick strings.
you reach down with one hand and cup his balls, rolling them gently, tugging to make him moan louder,
“ah, yes, fuck. right there—”
he looks down at you the whole time, eyes barely open, making you feel things(wtf), that pretty face flushed and grimacing with every wave of pleasure. he knew you’d be this good.
a bitch to you at work, by the way.
you pull off with a disgustingly(in the hot way) wet sound, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock, then immediately lick a long stripe from his balls all the way up to the head, then kissing back down, sucking one ball into your mouth and humming around it while your hand strokes him fast, tight.
hyunjin’s back arches off the couch, a loud moan coming out of him as his thighs flex, holding him up.
you switch to the other ball, sucking gently, tongue rolling over the silky skin, then lick back up and swallow him down again in one move.
you set a sweet little pace, deepthroating him over and over, gagging softly when he hits the back of your throat, spit and pre everywhere, dripping down your chin, soaking his balls, running down your wrist.
“ahh… mmh— god yes… just like that… you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard…” his fingers are tight in your hair, guiding you just a little, hips rolling up to fuck your mouth, kind of.
you’re so turned on it hurts.
he throws his head back, mouth open, pretty face completely twisted up as he lets every sound out. breathy moans, humiliating whimpers, everything you can imagine coming from that pretty mouth that usually just hints for you to fuck off.
you suck him like a fucking vacuum. you take him as deep as you can, relaxing your throat until the fat head pushes past a muscle ring, your nose pressed into him as you gag and choke.
hyunjin is seeing heaven.
you hold there for a second, swallowing around him, struggling to, letting your throat squeeze and milk him while your tongue works the underside as much as you can make it.
hyunjin’s hips jerk up(painful to you) and he lets out this little “ahh— fuck—!” that sounds way too pretty for how evil he usually is.
you pull back slowly, dragging your lips tight along every inch, sucking hard so his cock comes out glossy and throbbing, a string of spit and pre stretching before you dive back down, head bobbing again, gluck gluck gluck.
you gag on him on purpose sometimes, wet little chokes, makes your eyes water and spit run down your chin in rivers. everytime you do it he moans louder.
you’re doing amazing and you know it. you switch it up constantly, not keeping a pace on purpose so he won’t cum that fast, deepthroating him until your nose is buried and your throat bulges, then pulling off to focus just on the head, sucking hard and fast while your tongue flicks and swirls around the sensitive slit, lapping up every fresh bead of pre that keeps leaking out.
you spit on him again, letting it drip down his smooth shaft before you stroke it in with both hands and suck the head back into your mouth. natural talent.
hyunjin’s mouth is hanging open now, pretty face completely twisted up, one eye closed as he stares down at you.
his mouth forms this perfect little o, eyebrows furrowed. the pleasure is unbearable. the soft breathy moans turn into real loud moans.
every time you swallow him deep his voice cracks higher, prettier, more powerful, and you don’t leave him hanging.
your head bobs faster, sloppy, throat suffering around him on every downstroke while your hand twists around the base you can’t fit without pain in your throat.
you press two fingers right behind his balls, rubbing that sensitive spot, and hyunjin’s whole body jerks, mouth dropping open wider as he lets out the loudest, prettiest moan yet.
thin hot ropes of cum shoot straight down your throat. pulse after pulse. weak, kind of, not what chan had. the taste is bitter and salty and kinda gross, but you keep sucking through it, swallowing every drop because he’s hot and mean and evil and you want it.
hyunjin’s hips stutter up into your mouth, cock jerking and twitching as he keeps cumming, more and more spurts meeting your skilled tongue. his fingers are gripping your hair so tight it hurts while his balls pulse in your hand, emptying everything he’s been saving up for this.
you swallow again and again, throat working around his throbbing cock, drinking down every bitter salty spurt until he’s finally empty and oversensitive.
even then you don’t stop right away, keep sucking gently, tongue swirling softly now over the head, getting the last weak drops out while he twitches and whimpers, soft little “mmh… mmh…” sounds.
his fingers loosen in your hair, stroking through it now almost tenderly. crazy that we got here from him shoving half eaten things into your hands. what a bitch.
you finally pull off, glad for air, strings of spit and leftover cum connecting your swollen lips to his spent cock. you swallow one last time, wiping your chin with a finger.
he stares down at you, eyes blown, chest rising slowly now.
“holy… fuck.” he breathes. “you’re… actually insane at that.”
you sit back on your heels, lips shiny and puffy, wipe your spit off your chin. like you didn’t just swallow his entire load while gagging on his dick.
“told you i’d do it.”
he takes his hand from your hair to tuck his spent cock back into his boxers with those pretty fingers. he pulls his jeans up just enough to button them.
“you want me to order something? food? anything you like. or… there’s drinks in the fridge. water, juice, that wine i mentioned earlier. i can get it for you. or— fuck, you can stay a bit longer if you want. just… chill.” a little too gentle for the usual hyunjin.
your jaw aches and your panties are soaked. “tempting, but was there actually something you needed help with tonight? or did you just want your dick sucked?”
he blinks. then lets out a short, embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “…just wanted my dick sucked.”
hm. you nod, then reach up and give his thigh a comforting, very professional squeeze. “okay. then i’ll head home now. you should get some rest too.”
his face drops instantly. disappointment. those pretty eyes widen a bit, brows pulling together, mouth opening. because who the fuck is hyunjin if not the type to catch feelings the second someone drains his balls properly? he just got the best head of his life and now you’re about to leave??
“wait— already?” he looks actually… kind of lost. “you don’t have to go right now. it’s late, but… stay for a bit. we can talk or something. i’ll order food, seriously. or at least let me drive you home.”
you stand up slowly, smoothing your clothes, keeping that sweet professionalism on your face even though your legs feel a little shaky. “i know, hyunjin. but i really need to sleep. goodnight, okay? get some rest.”
he looks so fucking disappointed it’s funny.
“y/n…” he tries again, softer, romantic. “c’mon. just a little longer. i— fuck, that was really good.“
“i’m glad you liked it. but i’m going home now. sleep well.”
it hits him like ice water. as hard as the cold water was explained in titanic. you… you don’t feel the same way he does. you have no “maybe next time i’ll stay” energy coming off you or a lingering look that says you want more.
you don’t give a fuck about him.
???
this was a clear message that this was a one time service, not the start of anything. that you’re not interested in him like that. not tonight, and probably not ever.
you turn toward the door and get your shoes on before he can come up with another excuse. he stands up fast, jeans still half open, and follows you a couple steps.
so needy.
“y/n…” he starts. at the door, he’s towering over you. still radiating that post nut warmth, and for a second he looks like he really wants to kiss you. eyes dropping to your swollen lips.
you just pat his chest once, light and friendly, right over his heart. “goodnight.”
then you let yourself out the door before he can say anything else.
he’s… hurt. the dismissal? the polite squeeze on his thigh? the pat you just gave him? the way you made it crystal clear you’re not staying, not cuddling, not interested in him beyond “helping” like you helped chan?
he wants you more now. fuck.
he wants to wipe that professional little smile off your face. he wants to hear you moan his name instead of just sucking him off in silence. he wants to make you stay next time, make you beg a little, make you look at him the way you probably looked at chan that night.
(you looked at him and chan the same way when you sucked them off. unlike them, you’re actually doing this for the business)
he drops onto the couch, still smelling like spit and cum and your perfume, and stares at the ceiling.
sigh.
okay. where is his phone? on the ground. must have fallen out his pocket when he fought his pants off.(pants off. you were the reason for that. you sucked him off. wow.)
group chat with the boys it is.
hyunjin: y/n sucked me off
hyunjin: came over
hyunjin: left already
let’s quote what you two talked about before you gave him head. “yeah. just… keep it between us.” “obviously.” genuinely how men keep secrets. dearest reader, don’t trust a boy with your secrets, ever.
han: WHAT
han: ???
jeongin: bro… you waited until bin was gone??? that’s so fucking foul lmao
jeongin: but also respect
jeongin: how was it tho?? she deepthroat? swallow?
hyunjin: both
jeongin: 🤤
felix: omg what
felix: my turn when
seungmin: respect ig
minho: 😂😂😂
(he’s looking at his screen with a straight face)
chan: hyune what the fuck did you do?
changbin just seen the messages.
what’s currently happening is changbin and chan are looking at each other. chan has his eyes about to fall out of his head. changbin has his little mouth open. the shock in the air.
then jeongin comes out of his room in just boxers again, phone in hand, laughing at the two.
changbin finally closes his mouth, cheeks pink. “he didn’t even tell me he was inviting her over. that’s so mean.”
“he’s an asshole for not saying anything.” chan mutters.
and hyunjin is pissed you left so easily. pissed you didn’t stay. pissed you made it feel like just another task.
but mostly he’s horny again.
the next day, the moment you step into the practice floor, you fucking know they know.
because they’re all… calm. weirdly, suspiciously calm.
eight grown men who definitely know you sucked two of their dicks.
hyunjin is sitting against a mirror, stretching his arms overhead. when he sees you come in he lifts one hand in a cute little wave.
“morning, y/n.” the asshole.
you nod back, polite as ever. “morning.”
chan is checking something on some tablet, but when you hand him something he asked for yesterday, he looks up at you.
“thanks. you sleep okay?”
you smile. “yeah, i did. you?”
“better than usual.” then goes back to his tablet.
changbin smiles at you and bows a lil. han gives you a little “woah, you’re early today” giving you space like a respectful grown man. it’s almost scarier than when he was all over your lap. felix nods once with a small, friendly smile. jeongin looks a bit shy, smiling at you with that beautiful mouth. minho stays cool, as usual. you admire how mature he is. seungmin, mr nonchalant, takes his stuff with a neutral “thanks” y’know, the usual.
and… the day’s normal. it’s fucking eerie. “y/n, towel please.” “y/n, can you check my phone?” y/n this, y/n that.
how are you not fired yet? you had two of their dicks in your mouth. two.
by the time the day ends at 11pm everyone is exhausted. god, you’d give them a break if you could. but for now, all you can do is make their days easier.
they thank you one by one as they head out, eye contact, small nods. manly. they’re cute.
cute on purpose. these are actors.
chan squeezes your shoulder gently before he leaves. “good work today. go home and sleep.” and hyunjin smiles at you with a raise of his brows.
that’s about all the extra shit that happened. nothing else, for now.
you finally make it back to your place close to midnight, feet aching, brain dead, full of thoughts. surprisingly, even though you get anxious easily, you know you can’t come off wrong from this situation, so you don’t feel bad.
the boys have whole careers at stake doing this, not you. so you’re fine. horny. feel powerful.
you can feel how every single one of them is now waiting, patient and polite(on the surface, just again, they were trained to act), to see what happens next.
tomorrow is going to be another long day.
cuz like… every single one of them is trying, really trying, to stay professional. they’re idols, after all. contracts, image, cameras everywhere.
but they also just really, really want to get some.
that comes out on different levels, though. and they control it on different levels too.
like, chan is relatively good at it, even though he already got a taste. he just… wants it again, that’s the case.
he’s doing the best job at pretending nothing changed, but every time you lean close to give him something or adjust his collar he remembers your mouth stretched around him and his throat goes tight.
he’s glad he has you, genuinely glad, but the guilt is eating at him. conflict looks good on him.
minho is way too mature to act on his desire. i mean, when the time feels right he’ll ask, he thinks. or maybe he won’t ask at all. maybe he’ll just pull you into his lap one day and see what happens. for now he sits, and sees.
changbin feels a little betrayed that hyunjin didn’t tell him, but mostly he feels this warm, nervous want. he’s scared to ask. terrified, actually. so he just stays close, hoping you’ll notice how great he is.
“does your back hurt carrying all our stuff? you can lean on me if you want…” NOT. SUBTLE. BUDDY.
hyunjin, fucking hell, hyunjin. he’s noticeably nicer to you. much more fair because boys are only nice to girls who they would fuck. and hyunjin, as we know, wants that cookie. bad.
well, he doesn’t like you, he likes your mouth. big difference.
han wants to ask so bad. he wants to know if you’d bounce on his dick the way you bounced him on your lap. but even he has enough brain cells to know blurting “can you suck me off too?” would be insane. so he just keeps touching, keeps hoping you’ll offer like you did for the others. embarrassiiiing.
felix is praying. like, literally. plus, he doesn’t know how he should reach out, or if he even should. he’s waiting for the right moment, playing it cool while internally begging whatever higher power exists to let him have a turn. plus he has more serious mental tortures than this now, he wants pussy but it’s not his main goal now.
oh, seungmin notices when hyunjin is nicer to you. he notices when chan watches you longer or wants you around for a longer time.
the thought of actually asking you “hey y/n, can you suck me off like you did for the others?” makes him want to throw up from nerves. he’s too shy.
jeongin, with the boys, aka his comfort zone, he’s all cheeky, clapping arms and making gross jokes and whatever thing only boys do and is so cute actually. but the second he’s alone with you, he gets shy. his cheeks go pink when he has to ask you for something simple.
he keeps replaying the night you saw him in just boxers, god, why wasn’t he interested in you(the services your mouth has) then?
everytime he opens his mouth to say something flirty it dies in his throat and he ends up mumbling “thanks, y/n…” and he scurries away to hide behind minho.
he’s your boss. he’s bigger than you in any possible situation. but right now he feels small and stupid and so fucking horny he could cry. he likes you. that makes asking for head feel impossible!
and through the next days, you really clearly begin to see them lose their professionalism. well, not completely lose it, they’re not that piss brained, but they’re clearly doing shit they can get castrated for if caught.
but they trust you though not to spill anything.
chan talks with you during lunch one day. like, the two of you separate from other people. it’s nice, he actually opens up more, tells you about a song he’s writing that’s too personal(boundaries daddy, boundaries), asks what you think. his hand brushes your lower back when he thanks you. his dick is hard the entire conversation. he wants your mouth again so fucking bad but he’s also starting to want the conversations. duality of man.
jeongin tries to talk to you twice and both times chickens out. first time he opens his mouth, says “y/n, can i—” then turns bright red and pretends he needed water. second time he just blurts “hi hey hello” and immediately wants to die.
minho sits next to you on a couch while you’re on your laptop. doesn’t say much, just lives around next to you. when the boys start shouting at each other across the room he laughs loud with them. it’s cute. he has a beautiful smile.
seungmin gives you the usual quiet “hi” when you hand him something. later you overhear him making every one of them laugh their fucking asses off. around you? radio silence. weird, how he works.
the others behave. mostly. nothing else weird happened, but still, their brains are 90% cum and 10% “what if she sucks me off next.”
hyunjin is the best at the whole nothing happened game. he’s a professional little actor when he wants to be. during morning rehearsal he barks “y/n, my water” in the exact same pissy tone as always, but then he actually throws a “thanks” your way?? in this economy??
he wants to drag you into a storage closet or something and make you stay this time, but he’s too good at pretending. he just gets a little nicer, holding a door for you once, even. holy shit.
changbin does try though. again, unprofessional, and he knows that, and he follows you down the hallway again anyway.
“y/n, do you like strawberries? i saw this new cafe that does strawberry milk… not that i’m asking you out or anything, just… if you ever want one after schedule…” he trails off, cheeks pink, then quickly adds “or i can just bring you one here. or whatever.”
when hyunjin walks past and gives you a tiny nod changbin wants to go after him and choke the guy.
usually, the days just blur together, and you’re thrilled to see how they’re going to reach out next.
one afternoon hyunjin “accidentally” drops his towel right in front of you and when you bend down to pick it up he mutters “keep it” like it’s a gift instead of his sweaty ass towel. chan sees it and gives hyunjin the world’s most disappointed dad look(paired with a boyish little scoff, wow chan you almost looked mature for a second) but then later pulls you aside himself, asking if you want to go over some things with him after practice “just the two of us, no pressure.” you say sure and he’s visibly nervous.
what a time to be employed.
yeah, you and chan do start building something, even if it’s not consciously built.
he pulls you aside more during work, technically always asking about work related things but really it’s just hanging out. he needs something only you seem to give him.
he wants that cookie so fucking bad.
mostly the relief it gives. the way your mouth turned his brain off for ten beautiful minutes and let him breathe like a normal twenty something guy instead of the guy carrying eight careers on his back.
one afternoon after a killer dance practice he’s drenched in sweat that you so want to lick off, chest heaving, and he waves the others off. “i’ll stay a bit longer. y/n, can you help me go over the new formation notes?”
the boys leave, shooting looks, but nobody says shit.
it’s just you and chan in the empty practice room, mirrors reflecting you two from every angle.
he sits on the floor against the wall, legs stretched out, and pats the spot next to him. you sit. he smells like humans(in the good way) and that expensive cologne and pure man.
you go over the notes but after ten minutes the papers are forgotten on the floor between you.
“you know… that night.” he starts, staring at the mirror instead of you. “it helped more than i thought it would. not just the… physical part. having someone who doesn’t expect anything back. who just helps.” he rubs the back of his neck, cringe ass but it actually means a lot, coming from him. “i keep thinking about it. it was nice. you’re nice to have around, y/n.”
“thank you. really, means a lot that i can help.”
now you’re professional. you don’t tell him what you feel on a deeper level, just the surface shit. noncommittal.
he wants the relief again so bad he can taste it. he wants to feel your throat squeeze around him he wants to cum so hard he forgets the comeback schedule for five whole minutes.
but he doesn’t ask. he’s really trying to keep himself in line because he has shit to focus on. he has work, for fuck’s sake.
it’s… a fucking joke. their careers, their contracts, their reputations, all of it could go up in flames if one wrong person finds out, but right now every single one of them is thinking with the head between their legs instead of the one on their shoulders.
chan feels the most responsibility, but he’s still using every charm trick in the book. just again, they were trained to charm people, and he’s using that.
mr leader knows exactly what he’s doing when he pulls you into quiet corners “just to talk.” when his voice gets a little softer, a little slower. what a charmer.
even though he’s aware of all the risks, he still does it.
because he wants the relief so bad. he wants your mouth again. he wants the way you make the torture in his head stop.
so he charms you gently, carefully, building whatever this is. he feels bad about it. but not bad enough to stop, because it’s… it’s like an addiction. it is an addiction, the way addicts know the drug is bad for them but they’re already reaching for the next dose because their body got to know it and now needs it. that’s what’s happening, basically.
blowjob can NOT be this good.
(it can. you really are a talent at giving them, y/n)
the others don’t feel anything at all. they just want to get some action. plain and simple.
like, hyunjin is nicer???(it’s working. you can feel it.) han asks questions that feel personal??? minho uses that idol trained eye contact that makes you feel like the only girl in the room even when there are twenty staff members running around??? seungmin lets you go ahead of him??? felix giggles at everything you say??? jeongin’s eyes are always on you whatever you’re doing??? changbin follows you around all day???
it’s all so fucking unprofessional it’s almost impressive.
these men have everything to lose.
but they’re still thinking with their dicks.
they know one leaked rumor could end everything. but the thought of your mouth, your hands, some relief, pussy, makes their heads turn.
they linger. they find excuses. it’s stupid.
but they’re trained to charm.
they’re trained to get what they want.
and right now what they want more than anything is you getting them off. men can really want a thought when they already settled into it in their heads.
and work is just so much, so stressing, that chan just neeeeds you at their place again!
so you go.
it’s late. jeongin’s already asleep in his room. the only light is the soft glow from chan’s laptop on the desk and the small lamp beside his bed. you’re both sitting on the edge of his bed, laptops open, going over shit.
but the air is thick.
chan has been restless the entire evening, shifting his weight, rubbing the back of his neck, whatnot. you can feel the tension coming off him.
finally, after ten straight minutes of him staring at the same line on the screen without typing anything, he closes his laptop with a quiet click.
“y/n.”
you look up.
he takes a rough breath, eyes flicking away for a second before they come back to you. visibly fighting with himself. “i… fuck. this is hard to ask. i know we said one time. but tonight… i… i think i really need another… one. if you’d be willing to… do that again. for me.”
you immediately close your laptop, set it aside, slide off the bed, dropping to your knees between his spread thighs without a word.
holy shit.
his eyes actually widen.
wow.
how did he get his lucky?
“thank you.” he says immediately, shakily taking the laptop off his lap. “i— i appreciate this more than i can say right now. seriously. you don’t know how much.”
you smile up at him, hands resting on his thick thighs. “i got you.”
your palms slide up his thighs, feeling the hard muscle tense under the thin sweatpants. you press your thumbs into the seam where his legs meet his hips, rubbing small circles, feeling him under the fabric. the human. the man.
chan’s breath hitches, watching you.
you’re an angel. sent to him personally from the clouds of heaven.
you lean in and press a soft, open mouthed kiss to the inside of his left thigh, right above the knee, then another a little higher.
chan’s fingers twitch against his legs.
you move to the right thigh, repeating the same kisses, working your way up inch by inch while your hands keep rubbing soothing patterns on the outside of his thighs.
when you reach the crease where his leg meets his groin you pause, breathing warm air through the fabric right over the growing bulge. you can already see the luring outline forming, starting to push against the (disgustingly expensive, but he can afford it so whatever) material.
“fuck… y/n…”
you take a soft breath, then mouth gently along the length of him through the sweatpants, lips parted, tongue pressing on the fabric so he can feel what’s about to come.
you trace the entire shape of him, base to tip, slow and sensual, feeling him thicken and harden under your mouth until the fabric is stretched.
this is the hottest thing anyone has ever done to him.
your hands slide higher, fingers hooking into the waistband. you kiss the spot right above the waistband, then drag your tongue in a slow, wet stripe up the center of his abs over his shirt. the muscle jumps.
chan’s head tips back slightly, throat working as he swallows hard. fucking hell, this is unreal. he’s going to bust now.
your tug the pants down reeeaaal slow, letting the fabric move on his skin. letting him feel he’s alive. he lifts his hips to help, breath catching when the cool air hits him.
his boxers come next, you peel them down carefully, watching his cock come free.
he’s manscaped now. oh, hello. completely. smooth skin all around the base, not a single hair left, balls silky and bare because he took the time to do this just in case you ended up here again.
the sight makes your mouth water. the intent makes your mouth water. his cock looks even bigger without the hair. it twitches the second your eyes land on it, bobbing once like it knows you’re looking. hi to you too.
you wrap one hand around the base first, gentle, feeling the warmth of him, the way the smooth skin slides over the hardness underneath. chan lets out a low, shaky exhale through his nose, thighs tensing under your palm. you give him one slow stroke from root to tip, thumb pressing lightly right under the head(where you learned he’s most sensitive. that’s intimate.) his cock jumps in your grip, a thick drop of pre leaking out and sliding down the shaft, making your work easier.
god, this man is pouring pre compared to what you had to work with on hyunjin. but you’re not complaining about either.
“fuck…” he mutters, one hand coming down to hold on the back of your head.
you smile up at him, then look back down to lean in closer, breath ghosting over him, and drag your tongue in one long stripe from the base all the way up to the head.
chan’s whole body shudders.
you swirl your tongue around the head once, tasting the saltiness, then pull back to watch his reaction.
his cock twitches again, harder this time, another bead of pre pushing out right where your tongue just was.
you lean back in and lick it off slowly, dragging the tip of your tongue over the slit, pressing hard enough to make him hiss softly between his teeth.
one hand strokes him long while the other cups his smooth balls, rolling them gently in your palm, feeling how warm and heavy they are, how they tighten up everytime you lick over the head. you tug lightly on his sack, making his hips twitch up, and chan groans, fingers flexing in your hair.
“thank you… fuck, thank you.”
you’re welcome, daddy.
you lick him again, slower this time, tracing every vein with the tip of your tongue, feeling the way his cock jumps and leaks for you with every pass. you pull him down slightly with your hand so you can drag your tongue along the sensitive underside, right where the head meets the shaft, and chan almost leans forward from the pleasure. this is way better than fucking his first in the shower.
his cock is fully hard now, standing thick and flushed and glossy with your spit and his pre, the shaved skin making every little reaction so much more visible. the way it throbs, the way the head swells darker every time you swirl your tongue around it, the way his balls draw up tighter in your hand because they’re already getting close.
you keep stroking him with a slow, sensual rhythm, twisting your wrist just right at the top, thumb pressing into the slit to spread the fresh pre around while your tongue follows right behind, licking and teasing and tasting.
chan’s breathing is getting heavier, chest rising and falling under his shirt. he’s already relieved.
you pull his skin down again, licking slow circles around the head, then take just the tip into your mouth, sucking softly while your hand keeps stroking the rest of him, tight.
chan lets out this low groan, head tipping back, the sound vibrating through his whole hot body.
you look up at him from between his thick thighs and jesus fucking christ he’s hot.
his chest is rising and falling under his (white)shirt, sweat starting to bead at his hairline because he’s running so fucking warm. his cock literally radiating warmth in your hand. it’s been dying for this. for your touch again.
he reaches down to pull his shirt off.
chan. shirtless.
skin and pure muscle right in front of your face. his abs and pecs flex when he tosses the fabric aside, a light layer of sweat already making him glow under the lamp. oh that’s dada. big manly body, veins standing out on his arms, bruises from all the treatments he gets, cupping and allat, that deep v line pointing straight to his smooth shaved cock. no need to point here you come.
you open your mouth wide, tongue flat, and take him in deep right from the start. the head slides over your tongue, thick and hot and salty, unpleasant but also hot, and you don’t stop until your nose is buried in that smooth shaved skin at his base.
he actually has to whip his head up.
you hold him there for a second, swallowing hard, letting your throat work him while your nose presses into his warm skin.
you pull back slowly, lips dragging along every thick inch, sucking hard so your cheeks hollow. you don’t pull off tho. you bob your head instead, taking him to the back of your throat over and over, gagging. spit runs down your chin. everytime you push down your throat squeezes around the head and chan’s hips twitch up.
“thank you, y/n… god thank you…”
you look up at him while you suck, eyes watering, lips formed obscenely around his shaft, and the eye contact makes him cry out. jeongin sleeping next room be damned.
he’s so hot like this. you can see how much he wants this, how bad he’s been thinking about your mouth since last time. that’s also told by the way his cock leaks constantly now, just again, brutal compared to what hyunjin gave you, thick salty pre coating your tongue and sliding down your throat every time you take him. he’s too hot for you to mind the taste.
you pull off with a wet squelch, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock, and spit on him, then stroke your fingers up and down his slick shaft while you suck just the head hard. your tongue swirls around the sensitive underside, flicking right where it meets the head, and chan’s whole body jerks.
“ah, fuck— right there—”
you take him back down, nose to skin, and start bobbing faster, head moving, gluck gluck on him. spit is everywhere, running down your chin, dripping off your jaw, soaking his smooth balls and thighs.
you reach up with one hand and roll his balls gently, tugging them down to make him hiss then moan. cock jumps hard in your mouth at that, another spurt of pre arriving on your tongue. you like how much he gives you.
the attraction between you two is insane. you can feel how much he wants you, how grateful he is, how he’s truly living in this moment. and you’re so fucking attracted to him it hurts. it’s mutual.
you suck harder. deeper. sloppier. you take him all the way every time, throat working around him, nose pressed to him while your tongue licks the underside. you gag on purpose, letting your throat spasm around the head, and chan groans loud and long, head falling back.
he’s actually letting out little moans now between the loud hisses. you can feel how close he is, how bad he wants to cum.
you look up again and lock eyes with him while your lips are stretched around the base of his cock, throat full, spit dripping down your chin, and the pure animal attraction in his gaze makes your stomach flip.
he’s so fucking grateful and so fucking turned on he doesn’t know what to do with it.
you’re doing it so fucking well. you’re making him feel so good.
his hips snap up. his thick cock drives straight into your throat with a desperate thrust. the head punches past the ring of muscle in there and buries itself deep, stretching your throat wide open.
you gag hard around him, throat convulsing, eyes watering instantly as spit explodes out the corners of your mouth and you instinctively try to pull back.
but oh, look at that, he’s holding your head in place.
“fuck, sorry.” he moans, but his hips do come up again, slower this time but still greedy, pushing another inch deeper.
he starts thrusting.
animal, hungry snaps of his hips that force his thick cock in and out of your face. every thrust makes a wet, obscene ack sound as your throat bulges around him. spit flies everywhere, splattering onto his balls, running down your neck.
his big hand tightens in your hair, gripping hard to hold you right where he needs you. his other hand braces on the bed behind him so he can fuck your mouth deeper. his abs are clenched and moving, v line flexing every time he drives up, sweat sliding down the lines and dips of his muscles.
he’s whining and moaning and groaning for you. holy fuck you might die but he’s hot.
tears spill down your cheeks, mixing with the spit, but you keep your eyes locked on him the whole time.
fuck, he looks... angelic. naked, sweaty, mouth open, eyes dumb as he watches his thick cock disappear between your lips over and over. sometimes head tipping back for a second before he looks back down.
he starts really pounding.
deep, brutal thrusts that force his cock all the way down until his balls smack wetly against your chin.
spit bubbles out around the sides of your stretched lips, dripping in long strings onto the floor. it’ll dry, no big deal.
you take it. you want it. even when your eyes are streaming tears and your gag reflex keeps trying to fight back and it hurts both your throat and stomach, you relax your throat as much as you can and let him ruin it. your nails dig into his thighs, holding on for dear life.
you can feel how close he is. the way his thighs shake around your head. the way his abs clench harder. the way his body moves.
he fucks your face faster, hips snapping up desperately, using your mouth like a toy. “y/n— i’m— fuck— i’m gonna— ahh—”
one last deep, brutal thrust, cock buried to the hilt, your nose smashed against his smooth skin, throat stretched wide around him, and he starts cumming with a long, wild groan.
you gag around his length, cum and spit forcing its way back up around his cock because there’s just too much. it leaks out the corners of your stretched lips, running down your chin, white and disgusting, running down your neck while he keeps pumping cum into you.
chan’s whole body is shaking, groaning as he empties himself.
“fuck— yes— good girl, yeah.”
okay suddenly it doesn’t hurt.
who are you kidding it hurts so much.
some of it comes back up, mixing with all the spit, making everything disgusting, your nails still dug into his thighs as you throw his cum up around him.
when the last weak spurt finally dribbles onto your tongue, chan slumps back against the bed, chest heaving, cock still deep in your throat.
you slowly pull off, coughing and gasping for air, strings of cum and spit and lowk stomach acid connecting your swollen lips to his cock. you have to spit out what’s left in your mouth, really wouldn’t be able to take that down now, then wipe your chin with the back of your hand, smearing it across your skin, breathing loud.
chan reaches down immediately, thumb brushing your wet cheek. “fuck, y/n, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to be that rough. you okay?”
you look up at him, lips puffy, face messy, and nod. it hurts. “i’m fine. i wanted it.” you sound so bad.
he lets out a shaky breath. wow. “thank you.”
“anytime, chan.”
…
the air changes from the eye contact alone.
…is this really going to happen?
your heart starts hammering so loud you can hear it in your ears. you can see the exact moment the thought crosses his mind.
his eyes drop to your mouth again, then lower, tracing the mess on your chin, the way your chest is heaving. his hand, still in your hair, flexes in it.
he shouldn’t.
he knows he shouldn’t.
you’re his assistant. this already crossed multiple lines two times now.
but the way he’s looking at you says he wants to cross every single one of them tonight.
is this really going to happen?
is he really about to cross that line?
fuck it.
he leans down, and kisses you.
line crossed.
it’s deep, hungry, and shockingly soft at first. his lips are warm, so big, so manly. then it deepens. his mouth opens in time with yours, tongue slides against yours, slow, wet, making you shiver.
he murmurs a “come here.” and his hands slide under your arms, lifting you up towards him.
you climb up his body, knees sinking into the bed on either side of his hips, and he leans back until he’s lying flat, pulling you down on top of him so your chest presses against his bare, sweaty one.
his hands immediately find your ass.
big, warm palms cupping you fully, fingers digging in. he squeezes, he’s been dying to know what you feel like there.
a satisfied groan escapes him when he realizes how perfect you fit in his hands.
“fuck…” he breathes against your mouth, kissing you again, slower this time but just as deep and wet and disgusting, tongue licking into you. he knows you taste like this because he was in your mouth. maybe he’ll get to experience your mouth purely one day too. his hips roll up, searching for you(so cute), poking the head of his thickening cock against your lower stomach.
he wants it so bad.
he wants to be completely naked under you while you stay fully clothed.
he wants to feel every inch of your body pressed against his bare skin, your clothes rubbing against his cock, your hands on his chest while he lies there exposed and desperate. he wants to watch you live on the line between professional and the girl who just swallowed his load. he wants your weight on him, your ass in his hands, your mouth on his again while he’s completely vulnerable underneath you.
there is no more “fuck i know i shouldn’t” both of you are completely in it now. both of you have accepted that this is happening, even though you don’t exactly know where it’ll end up. but it’s happening. and it feels so fucking good.
and god, the way he’s sucking on your bottom lip, biting it gently, then licking into your mouth again with these low groans and moans? irresistible.
your bodies are pressed together so tight it’s… it’s the most intimate you’ve been with this man and you’ve literally had his dick down your throat twice. his bare chest is sweaty, hot under your shirt, nipples hard little points, the little guys basically looking for you as you’re holding yourself up above him.
he breaks the kiss with a wet pop and immediately latches onto your neck.
“fuck…” you whisper, head tilting to the side.
his lips are warm and big and perfect on him and for you, sucking marks you’ll have to cover tomorrow.
are you really letting your boss do this?
yeah, no doubt. it’s too addictive to stop.
he keeps going, sucking a bruise right where your neck meets your shoulder, then just softly sucking at it some more.
“mmh… you taste so good.” mr unprofessional mutters into your skin, sucking another mark. his hands squeeze your ass harder, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, kneading it, pleasuring his little man mind.
he takes the two big handfuls and pulls your cheeks apart, spreading you wide even through your pants. you can feel the stretch. you can feel the fabric of your underwear pulling against your asshole, the cool air hitting the sensitive little ring for a split second before his hands push you back together. he does it again, harder, pulling your ass open so wide that the seam of your pants digs right against your clit and you actually feel your hole stretch a tiny bit, that weird, dirty little tug that makes your whole pussy clench hard.
you cry out.
high and needy and shocked at how good it feels. your hips jerk down against his cock on instinct, grinding, god, what a good girl you are, and chan exhales into your neck with a sound.
because oh… you like that?
he does it again, slower, pulling your ass cheeks so far apart you feel your asshole stretch open just a little more, tells you everything. he’s testing. he’s curious. he’s so fucking turned on by the idea that his sweet little assistant likes having her ass played with that he can’t help himself.
he keeps kneading, keeps spreading, imagining what it would feel like without clothes.
every time he pulls hard you feel that delicious, dirty stretch, the way your asshole flutters and it’s all for your boss.
you’re whimpering into his shoulder now, face buried in his neck, hips rolling around to bear with the feeling.
chan might actually marry you.
he’s so hard again it has to hurt. his cock is leaking between you, you can feel the wet spot on your pants from it, the head of his dick catching right against your mound when he rolls his hips up to meet you.
he pulls your ass apart again, really hard this time, thumbs spreading you so wide you swear you can feel the cool air in your actual hole for a second.
“ah, fuck—” you cry out.
that makes his cock jump against you. so sweet, the way it reacts to your voice.
he spreads you wide, mouth still sucking marks into your neck, holds you open for a long second, then lets your cheeks snap back together before doing it all over again. every pull makes your asshole stretch and flutter, every squeeze makes your pussy clench and leak into your panties. you’re so wet it’s embarrassing.
you shift, you can’t even decide who’s more unprofessional now, you or him, because you do that so your clit can be the part where his cock is grinding to.
holy fuck.
his breathing gets hotter, humanly intimate, hot puffs against your neck. his cock is sliding between your folds now through two layers of clothes.
he pulls your ass open one more time, extra slow, extra wide, thumbs pressing right next to your hole.
he’s thinking about something.
you can feel the way your asshole stretches, the little ring of muscle pulling, and the pleasure of it makes your eyes roll back for a second. you cry out again, louder, hips stuttering down hard against his cock.
one of his hands shifts. his pointer finger slides down the crease of your ass, pressing over your pants, right against that stretched little hole. rubs slow circles over it, feeling the way your asshole flutters under the fabric every time he presses down.
the cheeky little shit.
and he keeps kissing your neck, sucking marks, grinding his cock up against your clothed pussy while his finger teases your asshole over your clothes. and here you thought he was vanilla.
oh, right, yeah, you. you’re shaking on top of him now, whimpering, grinding down desperately while his finger keeps pushing your hole.
he’s so hot under you. so fucking big and warm and hard and grateful and greedy all at once. his other hand is still kneading the other cheek, spreading it open so his finger can keep playing with your asshole. his mouth is still on your neck, sucking and licking and biting, leaving himself behind.
it feels so fucking good.
deep down, you needed this almost just as much as he needs your blowjobs. you’re stressed too, well, not carrying your whole group on your back like he does, but no matter how deep the water is if someone’s drowning.
point is, you’ve been pent up too.
and you really needed this tension now.
but… okay, you do need it, but how will it affect your career? you’re building a life for yourself still. you’re so young, and if you fumble this chance to grow yourself now…
fuck. fine.
“chan, wait.” you stammer, breathless. your hands push lightly at his chest, feeling the sweaty muscle underneath your palms. “we… we shouldn’t—”
“c’mon…”
it’s dripping with everything he’s not saying out loud, how bad he wants you, how good you feel on top of him, how he’s been thinking about this since the first time you dropped to your knees.
his finger presses a little firmer into your asshole, and his other hand squeezes your ass harder, pulling you down so his cock grinds up against your soaked pussy again.
your breath catches. for one stupid, weak second you almost give in. he feels so fucking good under you, and…
“just a little more. feels too good to stop now.” he mutters into your neck. it tickles. it’s hot. it’s inviting.
fuck. he’s so convincing.
no.
you’re gonna be professional(bit late for that innit) even if he’s not.
you sit up straighter, hands still on his chest, and shake your head even though your body is screaming at you to keep going.
chan freezes under you. his hands stay on your ass for a second longer before they finally slide away, and he lets you go.
he’s panting under you, chest heaving, sweat glistening on his abs, cock still rock hard and ready to go against his stomach.
for a moment he just stares at you, fighting the ugre to grab you and pull you back down. then reality seems to hit him. his mucsles relax a little. he runs a hand over his face, exhaling through his nose.
“yeah.” he mutters. “you’re right. fuck.”
he swallows, adam’s apple bobbing, and closes his eyes. trying to pull himself the fuck together. when he opens them again there’s a mix of frustration and something like respect, maybe even a little shame.
“i’m sorry.” he says quietly, still panting. “i got carried away. you’re… you’re much smarter than me right now.”
the tension is unfinished, but maybe it’s meant to be. (it’s not. you two are MEANT to fuck, you two basically have been created for each other, just sadly, both of you value your careers)
“thank you.” he says quietly. “for stopping me. and… for everything else tonight. i mean it.”
you look beautiful, to him. straddling him, panting, neck covered in his marks. he wants you.
“it’s okay, chan. we’re good.”
you take a breath. okay. you climb off him carefully, legs not stable at all, and sit down on the edge of the bed next to him. he sits up, reaches over and grabs the blanket from the foot of the bed, throwing it over his lap to cover his still hard cock and those smooth thighs. the fabric tents obviously, but at least it’s something.
for a long moment, neither of you says anything.
then you look at each other.
then you smile.
then you laugh.
not on purpose. really do laugh, you couldn’t stop it even if you tried to.
you can both feel it, this human understanding in the air between you two. this is so going to happen again. not tonight, but soon. the tension isn’t gone. it’s just paused. not even paused, just resisted, for fuck’s sake. both of you get this.
you clear your throat, trying to sound normal. “uh… do we have anything else to work on? the schedule tomorrow or—”
“no. go home, y/n. you need to rest.” he pauses, then adds with a small smile “i’ll tell management to give you the day off tomorrow if you want it. you’ve earned it. more than earned it.”
“i won’t take it. you know i won’t.”
“yeah. i know.” he reaches over and gives your knee a gentle squeeze, but soon pulls his hand back. he wanted to keep it there longer. “but seriously. go sleep. i’ll see you in the morning.”
you stand up slowly, legs still shaky, and fix your clothes. your neck tickles where he sucked those pretty marks, your panties are soaked, and your lips feel puffy.
chan watches you the whole time, blanket still over his lap, eyes… fucking shining.
“goodnight, chan.”
“goodnight, y/n.”
you nod, pack your bag in like three fucking moves, and slip out of the room as quietly as you can.
jeongin’s door is still closed. good.
your neck is going to be a nightmare to cover tomorrow. your pussy is still throbbing. and you can still feel this thing between the two of you. it’s so… raw.
inevitable, really.
so it’s only natural that the next day’s gonna be torture too.
okay, it’s not torture anymore. when you freshly started working for them, it really was, but now even though you do have the perfect reasons to call it torture, really, you like it. you like the push and pull. cat and mouse game that you can feel, you just don’t know if they know you feel.
you walk into the building in the morning with a high neck shirt and enough concealer to paint a house. chan did a great work on your neck. purple and red marks all over the side of your throat where he sucked.
hot.
every time you swallow it still hurts from how deep he fucked your face last night.
you’re exhausted, horny, and professional as always.
now though, the guys don’t know about last night. hyunjin thinks he’s the latest conquest. chan is keeping his mouth shut for once.
so the energy is… weird.
and they’re too busy to notice you’re marked.
“morning, y/n.” that’s hyunjin. not suspecting a single thing, which is good for his ego, actually.
you nod and keep moving.
chan’s trying so hard to act normal it’s almost funny. when you hand him his drink he takes it with a quiet “thanks” (remember that at the very start of this he wouldn’t even look at you, not alone grunt a thanks out?) and his eyes flick to your high collar, then away.
you can see the guilt(not about what he did to your neck, about what he did to his career) and the horniness mixing in his expression.
the memory of his mouth on your neck, his hands spreading your ass, his cock leaking against your clothed pussy.
he clears his throat and goes back to his laptop, but his eyes are obviously kept there with force. you just noticed how cute his mouth is.
minho? acts the same as usual. he’s so professional that you couldn’t even tell he wants his cute little assistant to suck him the fuck off.
changbin finds you on the hallway again. babe, go back to work. “you look a little tired today.” he says. “did you sleep okay?” boi just say you want to hit.
he has no idea you spent half the night with chan’s tongue in your mouth and his finger teasing your asshole and it’s an amazing feeling. you just smile and say you’re fine.
han is also normal. why wouldn’t he be, he doesn’t know of the nasty shit you do.
felix comes at you with the “you smell nice today. new perfume?” no baby it’s your best friend’s body’s natural smell and cum that you’re kind of nasty for not washing off but we’re not shaming anyone here. anyways, you shake your head. he smiles, his prettiest on purpose, convinced he’s gonna tap that one day.
seungmin, not much to say either. looks up at you only when you talk to him first. acting aaaaall nonchalant, we know you want some, minnie.
jeongin manages to talk to you with proper sentences this time!! “you okay? you look like you got attacked by a vacuum or something. long night?”
your heart jumps, does he know?, but he’s just teasing. he has no idea how right he is. how on point he was with the vacuum, while really he just meant your hair being a little messy, not the actual suction your neck endured.
during afternoon practice chan pulls you aside for two seconds in the hallway when no one’s looking.
“you okay?” he asks, eyes flicking to your covered neck. “i didn’t… go too far last night?”
you shake your head, smiling(your pussy clenches at the memory of his thumbs spreading your ass). “i’m fine. really.”
he nods, looks away, looks back, then reaches up and gently adjusts your collar.
the tension is insane.
he wants to kiss you again. you can see it in his eyes. he wants to drag you into the nearest room and finish what you started.
but he doesn’t. he just drops his hand and steps back.
“good. go rest when you can.” he says. then he walks back, holding the door open for you.
your panties have been uncomfortable all day from how wet you stayed thinking about his hands.
the sexual tension with him is unbearable now. every day, every time you’re alone for even thirty seconds it wakes up again. the restraint is killing him, and it’s… well, it’s not killing you.
just again, you’re here for work. you have no reason in the world to worry.
he was going to text you hundreds of times. how he couldn’t stop thinking about how you felt on top of him, dumb, vulnerable shit like this, but he stopped himself. unprofessional.
hyunjin is a close second, and he’s getting impatient.
he wants his second round so badly it’s fucking funny. hilarious. you’re slapping your thigh bending over laughing the second you get home.
he starts finding excuses to be alone with you, asking you to help with this, help with that, saying “you owe me another visit sometime” it all tells you he’s dying for it. he wants to feel your throat again.
the fact that you’re keeping him at arm’s length is only making him want it more.
they’re just boys. that’s the thing.
biologically they’re built like fucking animals once their dicks get hard. testosterone floods the system, logical thinking takes a backseat, dopamine and vasopressin are flooding their dumb little brains.
suddenly the logical, professional brain that knows you’re staff and this is dangerous to their lives gets completely overridden by the part that just wants to fuck and claim and cum. it’s not even their fault, millions of years of evolution made sure that this happens.
that’s why they’re moving, circling like this. why chan can’t stop touching you when no one’s looking. why hyunjin gets pissy and horny every time you stop looking at him. why the rest of them keep finding excuses to be near you, eyes lingering on your mouth, your neck, your ass.
now that we’re at asses, fun fact, the reason why we’re so attracted to them is brutally biological. same with breasts. big tits? signals good milk production for babies. fat ass? means wide hips for carrying and birthing. smooth skin, soft curves, the way you smell when you’re turned on, their brains see it and their bodies don’t care that you’re their assistant. they just want. they want to touch, to taste, to fuck, to claim.
that’s why they all go stupid the second they get a taste. one blowjob and suddenly they’re obsessed, wanting, touching more, eyes lingering on your body, thinking about how fast they can get you naked, how would your tits look bouncing.
it’s not even their fault. it’s just biology.
they’re all just boys at the end of the day.
twenty something guys with insane schedules, zero real privacy, and dicks that don’t understand the concept of boundaries. once they know you’re the kind of girl who gets on her knees and swallows without making it weird, their brains go crazy.
plus let’s count it in that these boys are not the smartest. to be pretty fucking real.
but anyways, these are idols. professionals. but strip away the image and they’re just horny animals who saw one of their own get his dick sucked and now their monkey brains are screaming me next me next.
attraction isn’t logical. it’s tits and ass and the way your lips look when they’re swollen from sucking cock. it’s the smell of a turned on woman and the memory of a warm throat.
so, point is, that’s why they’re acting like this. evolution doesn’t care about contracts or image. it just wants them to fuck.
so. you keep rushing when they call your name, fixing slash holding things, handing out this and that, remembering.
but underneath it all you’re a walking mess.
men affect you hard. especially when they’re his attractive.
your neck is still marked up, your pussy stays in a permanent state of dear god i need them but i’ll let them chase, and every single time one of them looks at you for too long your brain helpfully replays the feeling of chan’s thick cock grinding against you while his finger spread your ass open.
he’s the worst. (for now)
the sexual tension with him is unbearable now. every interaction feels like foreplay that never quite tips over.
nobody has ever got him feeling like this before. it’s crazy for him too, trust.
every time your eyes meet across the room there’s this acknowledgment.
we almost fucked. we’re going to fuck. it’s only a matter of when.
the tension is so bad that during one long break he actually had to excuse himself to the bathroom for five minutes because he couldn’t stop staring at you.
the others are still manageable. sure, you’ll deal with it, you’re below them anyways. plus they’re cute. you don’t really mind the attention.
especially the amount you’ve been getting from jeongin.
you’ve started feeling his eyes on you more than anyone else’s.
he watches you when you’re not looking, when you’re bent over getting something from somewhere, when you’re handing someone water, when you’re laughing at something minho said. he’s more intense.
practices are hell. to you. sweat, movement, bodies everywhere. every time someone peels off a shirt you have to look away. you’re not unaffected.
plus sometimes you can’t help but think of chan shirtless under you.
hyunjin catches you looking once and smiles with an eyebrow raise. bitch keep it in your pants.
you keep doing your job. barely.
it’s hard.
just as hard as it’s for jeongin to man himself up and try to talk to you. to shoot his shot, not just business talk.
only if you knew he heard the whole face fucking chan performed on you.
author’s note: holy shit what a basic trope. (saying this but i don’t recall seeing one fic w it. i just know, i can tell. tf. wait no there was a smau i think. i don’t read since i started writing so pleaseeeeee don’t take this as me copying anyone, i purely used this scenario to go to sleep these days(wrote this as i’m at the start of the fic, and writing now, it’s not the one i use anymore) and wanted to put it down somewhere. or i mean shii tell me if someone copyrighted it but i didn’t take the idea from anyone. just wanted to make sure y’all know this!!) this is not an accusation of how the boys act in real life!! purely a fictional characterization to my liking and the people’s who enjoy it. also this is not a high effort fic so shame on me for not making research on what an assistant would do, i’m just here for the dick.
warnings: unprotected sex (MDNI)(be smart), nerd loser jisung, so many weed mentions, recreational drug use, sex while high, virgin!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, possessive behavior, drug dealing and whatnot, jisung calls reader rockstar bc im a freak, chanlix mention
a/n: this was TOTALLY inspired by a reblog of @jj-one ‘s plug!sung post!! if yall haven’t read it pls do,, its YUMMY!
p.s. i imagine 3racha’s band is playing garbage truck from scott pilgrim. listen to it >:3 also this is wayyy longer than it was meant to be srry (not)
“y/n, i’m begging! you have to come with me!”
“why would i subject myself to being in a dingy garage with four men, three of which i don’t know?”
“it’s five, changbin-hyung has his boyfriend coming.”
“felix that doesn’t help!” you groan, throwing your head back to stare up at your dorm ceiling. felix matches your energy, groaning from his place with his head in your lap and your long nails running through his hair.
“please!” felix whines. if you were looking at him, you’re sure you would see a dramatic pout on his plush lips and his pretty eyes getting glassy. if there is one thing your best friend knows how to do, it’s get what he wants. lucky for you, he has turned his evil puppy dog eyes on you tonight.
felix has had a crush on his physics TA for two whole semesters. two semesters of watching your friend’s pining and yearning from afar, listening to him ramble on about how hot bang chan is and how he could get it any day, any time, anywhere.
whatever felix is doing seems to finally be paying off. chan invited him to watch his shitty garage band practice tonight, and felix had immediately called you squealing. you’re happy for him- really, felix deserves all the love this world has to offer- but that doesn’t change the fact that you do not want to do your duties of wingwoman tonight. the idea of pretending to like whatever noise hits your eardrums in chan’s garage makes you shiver.
“i can’t go alone,” felix huffs after deciding you had been silent too long. “i don’t want to show up and be the only person no one knows. besides, if it goes terribly i need you to pretend to be sick so we can leave.”
you give felix a deadpan look, knowing he’s full of shit. like anything could pry his little fingers away from chan’s muscular biceps. unfortunately, you do kind of owe him. after all, felix had been the one who pretended to be your boyfriend when your last torturous date had tried to come into your dorm. felix seems to realize this, but doesn’t say anything. he knows you better than anyone, and he knows you’re about to crack.
with a sigh, you mumble out, “fine. but i’m leaving after an hour and a half, maximum.”
the bright grin and tight hug you get in return almost makes your sacrifice worth it.
bang chan’s garage is dingy, as expected. but it isn’t quite as bad as you thought.
one lightbulb hangs from the ceiling, no cover over it, light softly flickering. pink and cerulean LEDs are the only other thing lighting the space, making it have a frat house air that leaves you feeling a little second hand embarrassment. but the humid air at least smells nice, like the bergamot diffuser in the corner, and the old, brown leather couch you are invited to sit on is comfortable enough to have you sinking into the cushions.
chan is the main vocalist, with his friend changbin on drums and some guy named jisung on guitar. jisung is running late, which seems to be a reoccurring theme considering no one bats an eye, so chan takes it upon himself to entertain the crowd of three on his sofa by telling jokes that sound like the opening of a stand-up comedy club.
“and don’t even get me started on airplane food-“ chan fakes a scoff, pausing for laughter. you manage to hide a grimace behind your hand, feeling a little bad because he seems genuinely nice, his jokes are just dad-tier. beside you, felix laughs wholeheartedly.
just as you check the time on your phone, ready to fake a stomach ache, the door that leads inside chan’s home whips open hard enough to bounce off the wall behind it. a flurry of movement, a baggy black hoodie and a red guitar swing into the room. a man adjusts his big black rimmed glasses on his face, pulling his bangs back into his backwards snapback, and takes position beside chan in the middle of the space. jisung, you presume.
“sorry i’m late,” you hear a low voice mumble. your ears ring in an attempt to pick up the exact pitch. chan shrugs the apology off, grinning and whispering something that has jisung huffing a short laugh through his nose. with startling clarity and clenched thighs you realize this is the hottest man you have ever seen in your life. like, ever.
jisung tilts his chin up to adjust the microphone in front of him and you have the chance to catch a good look at his face. sharp jawline, honey toned skin, heart-shaped lips and a heart-shaped adam’s apple to match. there’s a little bit of stubble on his jaw and upper lip if you squint your eyes. he raises a long, slender finger to adjust his thick frames on the bridge of his nose again and clears his throat. weirdly, you have no doubt in your mind that he has a lighter in his pocket- the room smells like a mix of bergamot and weed now.
you throw felix a side-eyed glance and realize he’s already looking back at you, smile innocent and lashes batting. you know each other better than anyone else in the entire world. felix has to know jisung is exactly your type.
chan’s voice, amplified by the cheap mic in front of him, cuts through your thoughts. “alright, you guys ready to rock?”
the music starts blaring, and your breath catches in your throat. honestly, they aren’t even bad. loud, a little abrasive, but the talent is there. chan’s raw vocals hit you like a truck, and jisung’s backup singing has your heart skipping a beat or two. by the time practice is finished all three of them are sweating, panting, and smiling at the loud hollers coming from your side. shellshocked, all you can do is clap softly.
practice comes to an end and felix is immediately off the couch, running to shower a blushing chan with praise much like changbin’s partner does. you stand slowly, tugging the sleeves on your thin shirt further down your arms as you glance around the room. the crooked posters that have been slapped onto the wall with clear tape are suddenly very interesting to look at.
you feel the heat of a body in front of you, and when you turn your head the hot guitarist is scratching the back of his neck. he grins at you, small and cocky to hide his nerves. but you see the twitch of his fingertips, and you can pick out the light flush on the apples of his cheeks.
with all the bravado of a man who fakes confidence quite often, he clears his throat. “haven’t seen you around before. you on campus?”
you don’t remember much of the conversation- jisung converses with you about the basics every college student talks about when meeting a peer for the first time. what’s your major? have you been to that popular coffee shop a block down from campus? god the dorms are terrible, aren’t they? your responses come on autopilot, thoughts free to run with the way jisung’s tongue flicks across his bottom lip before he changes subjects, the way his eyebrows raise when you say something mildly interesting. by the time felix pulls you out of the garage door, there’s a tiny baggie filled with green flower in your pocket. on the front, there’s a little green alien holding up a peace sign. on the back, a phone number is scrawled in silver sharpie.
you officially have a plug.
you don’t smoke often- usually it’s only in social settings, with felix and maybe seungmin by your side. when the question had been brought up, do you smoke, you had nodded without question. jisung had winked when he told you he knew a guy that could give you the good shit. a little ridiculous that it was himself he was talking about, but somehow you found it endearing. either way, you refuse to save the number in your phone. the same way you refuse to step foot back into chan’s dingy garage with his (not really) shitty band. people like jisung only ever lead to trouble, and you are smart enough to recognize a red flag when it winks at you.
“oh hey, y/n. nice to see you again!” chan grins, patting your arm once.
you cut felix a glare which he chooses to ignore in favor of hugging the man who greeted you. you step foot into chan’s dingy garage again.
it had been almost mortifyingly easy to convince you to come this time. felix didn’t have to pry, didn’t have to beg, only had to love-bomb you for a minute before you caved. this time chan’s band isn’t practicing, felix had said they were just hanging out tonight. somehow, that made the nerves in your stomach flare up worse.
your eyes immediately dart to the brown leather sofa that had been so comfortable last time you stepped into the space. the LEDs above you are red now, dimly flashing and lighting up the concrete walls. your spot on the couch has been stolen by han jisung.
when you step forward, uncertain if you should even say hi- uncertain if he even remembers your name- jisung’s head snaps up from where he had been staring at his phone. his face immediately splits into a grin, long hair falling into his eyes now that there is no snapback to hold the strands. his glasses are still on, still slightly askew, just as you remembered.
“hey! i didn’t realize you would be here. thank god it’s not just me and two couples,” he laughs, scooting over slightly to pat the spot between his body and the couch armrest. when you sit down in the small space you were given, your bodies don’t touch. but it’s a close thing.
“i was told if i didn’t come felix would tell you i’m a STEM major,” you shudder playfully, hiding a small smile. “i can’t have my reputation ruined like that.”
jisung laughs softly, the sound making your chest feel warm. then he looks around, as if watching to see if anyone is paying attention, and reaches long fingers into his hoodie pocket. he produces a slightly misaligned, fully unsmoked joint and a garfield lighter.
jisung’s eyes are borderline sparkling when he looks back at you. mischievous, a little hesitant. he takes his plush bottom lip between two rows of sharp, white teeth. his glasses reflect red LEDs. “wanna smoke?”
you nod- because of course you do.
jisung lights the joint, holding the tip between his pretty rose colored lips and hollowing his cheeks to suck in thick smoke. you swallow around your dry mouth, watching the way he tilts his head back against the couch, chest expanding to accommodate the air, and exhales the heavy smoke through his parted lips and nose. the air around the two of you clouds over briefly before it evaporates. he turns his head to look at you, eyes already farther away from earth, and hands the joint over. your fingertips touch and electricity jolts down your spine.
the tip of the joint has tiny teeth marks. your teeth fit into them perfectly.
you spend an uncertain amount of time passing the joint back and forth, watching jisung’s bandmates and their partners fawn over each other. it’s sweet- changbin’s boyfriend is running a hand through his hair, making the older blush and stutter. felix is looking at chan like he hung the moon. and you don’t know when it happened, but jisung has turned his body so that he is facing you, one arm over the back of the couch and calloused fingers dangling an inch above your shoulder. the sweater you wear hangs off your arm enough to feel the throb of heat in the space between your bare skin and his.
someone speaks, and it takes a moment for you to realize it’s your voice. raw, quiet, smoke-clouded, but still you. “this is really good weed,” you laugh softly, and it feels like jisung grins in slow motion. “who grows your stash?”
jisung is close to preening, and you think maybe he would if he wasn’t weighed down by the green flowers. “i grow and sell my own shit, actually. that’s why it’s the best in the state.”
you hum, head tilting to stare at him while still resting on the back of the couch. his hand is close, you could reach out and bite into his thin wrist. the image of teeth marks on his honey skin flashes through your mind. “wow, best weed and best guitarist? your resume must be top tier.”
jisung huffs a laugh through his nose, blinking long lashes dazed and syrupy. his grin gets sharper at the edges, teasing in its tilt. “well, the resume must work. i just got a new customer, right?”
“do i at least get a discount?” you ask, batting your eyelashes as you take the little joint left from between his thumb and index finger. you bring it to your lips, unsure if you’re imagining the way his eyes track the movement.
“why would you?” he mutters, unfocused on your words, focusing instead on your mouth as it curls around the syllables. you breathe in, light and a little dizzy in the best way, then exhale slowly. the smoke wraps around jisung’s face, and he breathes it in like it’s oxygen.
“because i’m your biggest fan, duh,” you tease back. this snaps jisung out of his dream-like state, causing him to snort and cover his mouth with the back of his hand. his wrist bone is so prominent you could draw it from memory. his other hand moves down, lightly swatting at your bare shoulder, and you jump from the contact. then, he leans away all together. the stump of the joint you shared gets put out in the ashtray in front of him, and he’s still grinning when he removes his hand from his mouth.
jisung fixes you with a crooked smile, cheeks pink under his thick framed glasses, hand running through his soft hair. “anything for you, rockstar.” he whispers, like it’s a secret just for your ears. “text me and you can have whatever you want.”
somehow, you feel like jisung isn’t talking about the weed.
you don’t text jisung for four days.
you think about it every single hour- during class while you’re supposed to be working on your ceramic torso, during lunch while listening to seungmin drone on about why being a STEM major sucks ass, at your dorm when you get the little baggie with the alien on it out, tracing your nail over the silver sharpie on the back.
jisung’s number is saved in your phone now. you draft at least a dozen texts to him, but none of them seem… right.
hi jisung! it’s y/n. do you have any weed rn?
hii, it’s y/n :3 can i buy? discount included >:3
hey, it’s y/n!! do you want to hang out maybe?
stupid- everything sounds stupid and desperate and a little pitiful. you groan and whine and grow more and more irritated the longer you agonize over the texts. luckily for you, it seems your problems have been solved on day four.
hey y/n, it’s han jisung. felix gave me your number, hope you don’t mind. thought you might have lost mine lmao. you down to smoke tonight?
you stare at the text, ignoring the second notification that comes through from felix which is just a winking emoji. you stare at your screen so long you start getting tunnel vision, fingers hovering uselessly over your keyboard. you might as well just die.
you text back. one text turns into two, which turns into three, and suddenly you have plans with han jisung. at your dorm. tonight.
you call felix immediately.
“if you’re calling to thank me for setting up the loss of your virginity i will accept in the form of an ice cream cake-“
“felix!” you yelp, quickly standing up from your bed just to pace around your room. “why did i make plans with him? holy shit, he’s going to think i’m trying too hard- he probably has so many bitches! and i invited him to my dorm!”
felix’s maniacal laughter cuts through your speaker, and that’s when your brain catches up to what he initially said.
“oh my god,” you whisper, staring at your purple rug in horror. “i’m a virgin. felix, i essentially invited him over to smoke and fuck and i’m a virgin-“
it’s not like you’re a virgin on purpose. sure, the guys you’ve dated have offered, you’ve had people ask for one night stands. but none of them ever felt right; no one made you feel excited. and sure, you had made out with people, given head, whatever. but it all felt… obligatory. like maybe if you just got into it, you would be less bored. but then you got into it, and you ended it almost immediately. no one has ever made fire light up in your gut, no sparks flying up your spine, not even a single butterfly in your stomach.
han jisung makes you feel like you’re one step away from imploding.
“don’t worry,” felix tuts, bringing you out of your thoughts. “channie-hyung says jisung acts way cooler than he actually is. and besides that, being a virgin is hot.”
“felix!”
“i’m serious!” he cackles, calming down again to finish his thought. “if you tell him he’s the first person you’re letting hit it, he’s going to jizz his pants. i promise. when have i ever lied to you?”
you think back to all of the evil things your best friend has done… and even you can admit he has never lied.
you hang up.
you clean the entirety of your small, single person dorm in a frantic hour and a half. then you shower, complete with a good shave and exfoliation. you don’t want to assume jisung is thinking about getting in your pants, but it never hurts to be prepared- and if you put on lotion that makes your legs and arms look glittery when the light hits them, that’s no one else’s business. by the time you’ve fluffed your pillows and changed your matching pajama set three times, there’s a knock at your door.
han jisung is there, glasses and baggy hoodie and baggier jeans, he’s holding a half-drank cold brew in one large hand, his garfield lighter tucked between two fingers. you invite him in and he immediately grins, looking around your dorm.
“woah, the feng shui in here is crazy,” he whistles, eyeing the large bunny plush that’s taking up half your bed. he points at it with his thumb, turning back to you with raised brows. “is he smoking too? i only brought one joint.”
you laugh, ignoring the nerves in your gut when he says he brought one joint. you’re sharing again, even though you know he has more than enough bud for two. you try your best to be nonchalant, even as jisung takes a seat on your bed beside your bunny plush.
jisung pats the spot next to him, whistling to get your attention. like a dog, your ears perk up. “you gonna sit? standing while you smoke is probably kind of hard.”
you blink twice, sitting on the bed beside jisung. both of your backs are to the headboard, shoulders not touching but close to it. jisung hands you the joint, motioning for you to take the first hit this time, and your lips close around the end. instead of handing you the lighter though, jisung flicks the roller with his own thumb and holds the flame to your mouth.
there’s a brief moment where all you can see is jisung’s pretty brown doe eyes, wide and blinking behind his glasses, and the flare of orange heat. then, you inhale and smoke infiltrates your lungs. your cheeks hollow the slightest bit, and you move away to exhale out the cracked window beside you.
“thanks,” you murmur, passing the joint to the man at your side. your lips tingle as he puts the weed between his own. “i was feeling a little stressed earlier, probably needed this.”
jisung’s head tilts in your direction, smoke exhaling through his nose. “why were you stressed?”
you shrug, fighting a blush because really it was him coming over that had you stressed out. vaguely, you reply, “the only guy i usually let in my dorm is felix.”
jisung lets out a breathy laugh, and your own breath hitches. “c’mon, felix is the only one you’ve let see your bunny plush? does that make me special?”
“well, that makes you a man i can tolerate. so i guess you are kind of special, if that makes you feel better.” you tease, flicking the joint on your ceramic ashtray. you inhale again, brain a little fuzzier, and try to ignore the pink tinge of jisung’s cheeks.
the more you smoke, the more relaxed you get- meaning, the more you start yapping. it seems like jisung has the same affliction, rambling on about one thing that leads into another, and another. but when it’s your turn to speak, he listens. he doesn’t just wait for his turn to talk again, he nods along and asks you follow up questions and hangs onto your every word, eyes shifting between the way your lips move and the haze in your eyes. the attention makes you preen a little, and by the time the joint is almost finished your shoulder is touching his, bodies angled to point at each other.
“really though, my first crush was on the captain of the cheer team, senior year of high school. i’m just as surprised as you are that she wanted to hook up,” jisung chuckles, running a hand through his hair and adjusting his glasses. you giggle softly, hand running over the soft cotton of your sleep shorts just because the fabric feels nice between your fingers. the weed had fully hit you.
“alright. your turn,” jisung breaks the heady fog in your head, motioning for you to speak with a teasing, crooked grin. “virginity story now! i told you mine, it’s only fair.”
and your blood runs cold. holy shit, this is the part where everything unravels. you tell jisung you’re a virgin, and he laughs in your face and leaves, blocking your number and telling his bandmates you are an absolute loser. any reassurance felix had given you over the phone flies out the window.
jisung notices your hesitation, eyebrows furrowing slightly. he puts a hand on your bare knee, slowly, thumb running back and forth over the top of your thigh. his palm is warm. “hey- i was joking, i promise. i’m just stupid, you don’t have to tell me anything. do you like anime? we can watch-“
“no- it’s okay, really,” you mumble, blushing cheeks running hotter. his hand stays warm on your knee, radiating heat that slowly engulfs your whole body. “i just- i don’t really, like, have a story.”
jisung shrugs easily, squeezing your knee lightly. “that’s okay, too! at least you didn’t have an embarrassing experience like i did. boring sex is better than walking into her dad’s room half naked.”
you laugh slightly, shaking your head. the nerves in your stomach bubble up, ready to erupt. you have the urge to scream suddenly. “no, no. i mean like, i don’t have a story at all. like, i haven’t…”
jisung is silent for a moment, blankly staring at your face as you bite your lip and look away. the thumb on your leg has stopped its comforting circles, still like the rest of him. finally, after a too-long beat of silence, jisung deadpans.
“you’re fucking with me right now.”
“i’m not…?” you say, though it comes out as more of a question. when you look at him, jisung is blinking dumbly, mouth hanging slightly open. you shake your head and continue, trying to explain.
“i mean i’ve had the opportunity, or whatever. i just don’t really want my first time to be a bad experience, and everyone that’s offered has been kinda boring, i think. i don’t know, maybe im just too picky or something but-“
“i have a raging boner right now.”
you blink, head foggy and slow with processing. even with time to let that sink in, you still can’t wrap your head around it. jisung’s eyes are red rimmed and half lidded, lashes fluttering and cheeks turning scarlet as he realizes what he just blurted out.
“sorry- i missed something. what was that?” you ask, a little incredulous. jisung scratches the back of his neck, cocky facade gone, only the remnants of mumbled explanation and stuttered words being left behind.
“well- like, i know i probably sound like a freak, probably shouldn’t have led with the boner thing. but seriously, you’re like, jaw-dropping. mouthwatering. absolutely breathtaking, and you’re telling me i’m the first guy you’ve invited to sit in your bed and see you all high and blushing and wearing a matching set of pajamas? and i’m the first dude you’re- well, we haven’t gotten that far and i really don’t want to assume-“ jisung sucks in a quick inhale through clenched teeth, suddenly finding it hard to focus on one spot. his eyes keep flitting from your own, to your lips, to the joint pinched between your fingers, to the large hand engulfing your knee and still not moving an inch. finally, he breathes out.
“you’re just… so hot, baby.” jisung mumbles, head tilting to lean against the wall, staring at you with dilated pupils. “i can’t believe you don’t know what it’s like to be taken care of.”
the tips of your fingers tremble where they are pressed into the sheets, gripping tightly and turning your knuckles white. jisung’s speech had single-handedly made you feel more desperate than you have ever felt in your life, pussy clenching and feeling the fabric of your underwear dampen against your slit. jisung has made you a pitiful, needy mess, and he hasn’t done a single thing. you haven’t even kissed him.
you decide that needs to change- like, now. “why don’t you show me, then?” you whisper, breath hitching in tandem with jisung’s own. his hand moves, taking the stub of a joint from between your fingers. you watch as he tilts his head, paper hovering just above his lips as he wets them.
“wanna share this last hit?” he mumbles, voice smoke-heavy and raw, but also laced with a wanting that makes you shiver. you can’t find your voice, can only nod the tiniest bit as you watch the ashes of the joint spark red, jisung pulling smoke from the bud before drawing away. then, you watch as jisung tosses the butt into your ashtray and leans forward, large palm and slim fingers gripping the back of your neck under your hair.
you open your mouth to gasp, unable to get enough oxygen to your foggy brain. jisung’s eyes flit up to yours and he must find whatever answer he’s looking for, because soon after he is tilting his head and his pink lips are pressed to yours.
your parted lips part wider as jisung’s fingers gently squeeze the back of your neck. and suddenly, there’s smoke filling your mouth and a deft tongue swiping at your bottom lip in a teasing line. the smoke crawls down your throat, but you soon forget about the feeling when jisung’s tongue meets your own. jisung kisses in a way you couldn’t have imagined; it’s hot, heavy, his tongue pressing against every nook he can find as if he wants to map out the entirety of your anatomy. the kiss is a little dry at first, chapped lips and cotton tongues meeting, but it quickly becomes wet. jisung’s mouth moves against yours in messy little kisses, and when you rest your forehead against his you both pant for air.
the smoke that had been passed to you travels back up, barely there with how long it was trapped in your body. jisung grins in tandem with you, gripping your neck tighter to hold you in place while his sharp teeth nip at your lower lip.
“fuck, i want you so bad-“ he groans, lips trailing from your own, down to your cheek, down further until he can suck a purple bruise into the joint of your jaw. your eyes flutter shut, hands wrapping around his neck and nails dragging through thick hair. his hands travel lower, gripping you by the waist and dragging your top up so that his hands rest against the bare skin of your ribs.
“jisung, please. want you to fuck me,” you whimper quietly, the sound escaping without your permission, blushing and yelping a little when jisung pulls you over the sheets. he positions your body so you are lying down, hair haloed around your head, with his own body between your legs. on instinct, you squeeze them shut. jisung groans when your legs clench around his thighs, running calloused hands over soft skin to open your legs again.
“fuck, baby. stop talking or i’m gonna bust before i even touch you,” he laughs softly, hands massaging your thighs and lips pressed to your collarbone. “let me eat you out first, yeah? please?”
you nod quickly, gnawing at your lower lip hard enough to taste metal. jisung kisses down your body, wet and open mouthed and messy, leaving a chill in his wake. he pushes your shirt up until it’s just under your breasts, continuing to lick his way down until that wicked mouth is nipping at the skin above your waistband. he looks up at you then, hair mussed from your hands, cheeks flushed rose, and glasses askew on the bridge of his nose. his eyes are a little glassy now, needy and yearning for something only you can give. the thought makes your soaked cunt clench around nothing.
finally, jisung takes his lip between his teeth and slides his fingers into the top of your sleep shorts. his hands are hot, trailing fire over your legs as he pulls the fabric down, off your body all together. your legs have closed again, and jisung huffs through his nose like he finds the habit cute. his hands grab the meat of your inner thighs, spreading your legs and making room for his shoulders to rest between. you watch the sharp inhale he takes when your soaked panties are in front of him.
“all this for me?” he mumbles, unfocused on his words, laser-focused on your pink panties that have turned dark with your desperation. his hands move back to your hips, gripping tight. lightly, teasingly slow, one of his thumbs ghosts over the line of your pussy. you moan, hips kicking, but jisung’s hands keep you still. his thumb stops at your clenching hole, pushing against it through the thin, wet fabric.
“please, please- jisung, fuck me,” you whine, feeling jittery and restless from the pent up hunger in your veins. jisung’s thumb holds the same pressure he had applied to your hole, running back up your panties and stopping over your sensitive clit to rub achingly slow circles.
he blinks long lashes up at you, already panting softly. his brows are lightly furrowed, like he’s barely controlling himself, and after glancing at the mess he’s made out of you he stops teasing. he helps you kick your ruined underwear off, cursing softly when your legs part for him. he doesn’t waste any more time.
jisung uses his thumbs to spread your folds open, finally dipping down to lick a long, wet stripe over your pussy. you moan high in your throat, one hand locking onto his shoulder while the other threads through dark hair. and jisung moans right against you- as if this is exactly what he’s been waiting for.
jisung’s tongue is just as talented as his hands, slipping into your hole and fucking you, running over your soaked folds, then moving up to close his mouth around your clit and suck hard. you arch into him, head tilting back as pleasure overtakes your shaking frame, and jisung uses the opportunity to slip two long, thick fingers inside you.
“fuck!” you moan, feeling his fingers fuck you open, curling a little meanly against the spot inside you that has you seeing stars. you feel his mouth curve into a small smirk against your clit, but he doesn’t lose focus. his tongue flicks over the small, sensitive bud fast- fingers rubbing you from inside at the same pace. your body spasms, legs trying to close around jisung’s head as you feel your orgasm building deep in your gut.
you try to warn him, try to whine out a pitiful i’m close, but jisung ignores your words completely. you feel a small amount of panic, knowing you’re about to make a mess worse than you already have on his face, but when you look down at him your breath catches.
jisung’s pupils are dilated wide, almost no color left behind his hungry gaze. his eyes are still a little red, wet and layered with the same desperation you feel in your stomach. that’s what makes you snap- the thought that jisung wants this. not only does he want you to cum on his tongue, he’s practically begging for it.
you feel the band inside you break, eyes rolling back and hips rolling up to grind against jisung’s mouth and fingers. as the first wave of your orgasm crashes over you, jisung moans around your clit and makes you shake that much harder. his fingers slow down as you clench around them, and when you finally come down from your high, he pulls them out completely.
jisung’s chin is glistening with your cum when he pulls back an inch. his chest rises and falls just as fast as your does, pink tongue darting out to his soaked lips.
“you’re so fucking hot, rockstar.” he moans, voice raw and a little fried. “perfect little pussy, too. wanna keep you on my tongue forever.”
you barely have time to internalize the words before jisung’s head dips back down, wet fingers now holding your thigh so he can lick at your still-pulsing hole. you sob at the feeling, his tongue dipping back inside of you to lick at your walls, clean up the mess he made. your legs are shaking, and when you plead for mercy all you get in return is a low groan and doubled efforts.
“ji- sung, fuck-“ you moan, bordering on a scream, both hands gripping at his hoodie like your life depends on it. you hadn’t even fully came down from your orgasm, every pinpoint spike of pleasure heightened as jisung’s thumb comes back to rub at your swollen clit.
“one more, baby,” jisung pulls away to beg, glasses beginning to fog with the hot air he is panting. “one more, please. need to taste you again, want you to cum on my tongue.”
your body locks up, half panicked at the pleasure that only intensifies in your nervous system. you have never felt like this; never been able to bring yourself to more than one orgasm at a time, never had anyone else even bother trying. but jisung’s thumb is circling your clit with dizzying pressure, his tongue lapping at your messy hole with a fervor you’ve never even imagined- and fuck, you’re about to cum again. right on his tongue, just like he pleaded for.
“prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen,” jisung is mumbling, fingers dipping back into your entrance like he can’t keep them away. his tongue licks between them, around them, nose nudging your clit in a way that makes you twitch uncontrollably. and still, he’s speaking around the movement. “you’re gonna feel so good squeezing my cock, rockstar. gonna stretch you out- make you take it so well.”
jisung’s free hand travels up your body, crawling under your soft cotton shirt to grab a handful of your breast. you whimper loudly, feeling his thumb and index finger pinch your pert nipple and roll the bud between his fingers. the fingers inside you are pumping in and out instead of curling now, reminding you of the way he might fuck you- fast, hard enough to have you bouncing, precisely nailing your g-spot every time he thrusts deep. you feel a single tear slip down your cheek from the indescribable pleasure, entire body going still at the mental image. jisung moans against you again, and you are crashing into your second orgasm of the night.
your body feels electrified, every touch sending little shocks through the atoms inside you. when jisung pulls his fingers away again he lifts them up, spreading them apart and watching your cum web in the space between with a groan. you watch with half lidded eyes and fast breaths as he sucks his ring finger into his mouth, eyes rolling back and a filthy moan ringing through your ears.
“you taste so good, baby.” he whines, brows furrowed and hips stuttering into the bed. he looks up at you, sharp grin and white teeth and all. “wanna taste?”
you nod your head, half delirious, and accept the middle finger he brings to your lips with an open mouth. the digit slides against your tongue and you whimper, tongue swirling against rough callouses from his guitar. he watches your mouth, the peek of your pink tongue, and curses softly to himself. when he pulls his hand away he is immediately sitting up to take off the baggy hoodie he wears.
your shirt comes off next, raised off your shoulders and thrown on your purple rug. when you look back at jisung he is ridding himself of his jeans and briefs- your jaw might as well drop to the floor.
jisung is… fucking ripped. clearly, the baggy clothes he wears hides the defined muscles of his biceps, the lines in his abdomen from all of the hard practice in chan’s garage. he isn’t so muscular it’s off-putting; his stomach is still soft despite the clear muscle, and you can’t stop the way your nails trace the lines where his ribs rest. he has tattoos.
jisung is a little speechless now, bottom lip caught between his teeth and shivering at the ghost of scratches on his skin. he tries to tease you, make fun of you, but the words come out breathless.
“you just gonna stare at me, baby?” he asks, cheeks tinged red. he brings his middle finger, the one that had been in your mouth minutes ago, to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“or do you want me to fuck you?” jisung breathes out, one hand gripping the base of his cock. he’s long, head curved towards his stomach, and your eyes widen briefly. you’ve never taken anything that big- your fingers look tiny compared to it.
you want him so bad. even though there’s a tremble in your thighs, your pussy sensitive and dripping with a mixture of your release and jisung’s spit. you need this, need him, so bad it hurts.
“please ji, need you so bad.” you whimper, pouting your wobbly bottom lip. jisung’s thumb wipes at your cheek and you realize it’s damp with tears. jisung coos at you, shushing you and pressing his hips closer to tease your clit with the tip of his cock. he pumps himself, the movement rubbing his head back and forth against your sensitive bud. you cry harder- desperate beyond anything you have ever experienced.
“it’s okay, rockstar.” jisung is whispering, cock sliding down your slick folds to apply pressure to your hole. “i’ll give you what you need. i’m the only one who can, right?”
with that, he thrusts in. you scream.
jisung doesn’t stop the slow grind of his hips until he is fully nestled inside your wet cunt. you feel so full, so perfect, the idea that this is what you’ve been missing out on baffles you. then again, you can’t help but think it might just be jisung that you’ve been missing.
jisung, who is groaning and panting into your neck and twitching deep inside you like he is using every ounce of self control not to move. his hands are gripping your hips tight, knuckles pale, and you hope to find purple splotches in their shape tomorrow. you feel the way your pussy clenches around his cock, causing both of you to whine into each other’s skin.
“baby please, please tell me i can move,” jisung is moaning, rambling. “god, your pretty little pussy’s so tight- feels so good.”
your nails dig into jisung’s back, gripping harder when he groans and grinds his cock into your g-spot. you moan against his neck, nipping at the skin there.
“move, please-“ you whimper, and jisung does just that.
he draws his hips back, cock leaving you almost completely. then he’s thrusting forward in a filthy grind, hips meeting yours flush together. he moans, staring down at you with eyes glazed over, one hand coming up to grab your breast while the other moves down to rub his thumb over your sensitive clit again.
jisung’s thrusts pick up pace, and when you moan loudly he gets faster. now, your dual moans bounce off the walls of your dorm as his hips snap up, driving his cock to drag against your most sensitive spots over and over again.
“god- look at you,” jisung huffs, leaning down to mouth at your cheeks and lick into your mouth, wet and messy and almost possessive.
“jisung, please.” you beg, panting and feeling your cunt squeeze around his cock as he drives into you from the new angle, hitting deeper. “i need-“
you cut yourself off with a whine, unsure of what you need. all you know is you’re aching for it, desperate even though you can’t find the words. jisung kisses you once more, pulling away to pull your legs over his shoulders and slow his thrusts down to shallow little movements.
“fuck,” he whines, slack jawed and spreading your pussy open to watch the slide of his cock, thrusting deeper into you now. “i’m not gonna last, not with you milking me like this, baby.”
you feel so embarrassed being the sole recipient of his attention, eyes tracking the way your glistening pussy sucks him in. but more so you’re turned on, desperation clawing at your gut, and the match inside you is sparking to life. with each drag of jisung’s thick cock against your walls you get closer to the edge, and when he slams into you deep, groaning into your neck and grinding against that sensitive bundle of nerves, you cum with trembling fingers and a scream of his name.
jisung gasps at the feeling of your pussy clenching around his length. he shallowly pumps his hips, barely leaving your cunt at all now, and stills completely as he shudders through his own orgasm buried deep inside you.
jisung’s hips grind into you slowly, he whimpers like he can’t control the overstimulating movement. when you blink the stars from your vision and the fog in your brain away, jisung finally slows to a halt, lying his weight on your body and wrapping his arms tight around your waist.
for a moment, all you can hear is the thump of your own racing heart in your ears. slowly, jisung rolls off of you and pulls out with a drawn out groan. he stretches, back popping an obscene amount of times before tilting his head to lock eyes with you.
“how do you feel, rockstar?” he asks, voice raw and grin lazy. you huff a laugh, struggling to reboot your brain.
“sore, but in a deeply satisfied way,” you hum. jisung nods, one hand coming up to push damp hair off of your forehead.
jisung somehow keeps your feet steady as you move to the bathroom. you clean up, sighing when you realize you’ll need another shower eventually. but for now, the cool washcloth jisung runs over your aching limbs is good enough. when you’re back in bed, curled into a firm chest beneath soft blankets, jisung’s hand combing through your hair, you can’t help but smile into his chest.
“what’re you thinking about?” he asks softly, eyes half shut. you shrug lazily.
“i have a virginity story now,” you snort. the vibration from jisung’s laugh makes your head spin a little.
“you’re right,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “now you can tell everyone it was me.”
“the hot guitarist in a garage band?” you tease. jisung grins at you, sleepy and soft. his glasses are on your nightstand, and without them his eyes sparkle in the low light from the window.
“you could also call me your boyfriend,” he says, and if the light was a little brighter you have no doubt you could see a blush on his cheeks. your grin matches his, sleepy and satiated.
“my hot guitarist boyfriend,” you purse your lips, pretending to think. jisung’s hand squeezes the meat of your thigh, and butterflies erupt in your stomach.
“yeah. i like the sound of that.”
a/n: rip to my first draft that got deleted, you were so good and i’ll miss our time together dearly ):
as always, requests are open! next post will be another alien!skz introduction, bc i love those freaks ((,:
srry this took a little longer i’ve been watching boys2planet and i got pissed off bc harry june got eliminated….. don’t even play with me rn ):
A text from your ex in the middle of the night is always trouble
⤷ Suggestive Content - MDNI
⤷ Content Warnings - Hints of toxic attachment, Definite attitudes present, It gets spicier the further in you get.
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Bang Chan
Lee Know/Minho
Changbin
Hyunjin
Han
Felix
Seungmin
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Summary: you've been pining after your chauffeur Hyunjin for years. one night, you decide to take things into your own hands, deciding the only opportunity you need is to take a little drive.
Pairing: chauffeur!Hyunjin x wealthy fab!reader
Genre: stranger to lover au, fluff, smut-18+MDNI
Word count:3.6k
Warnings: car sex, teasing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), finger sucking, masturbation, exhibitionism, cum tasting, p in v penetration, creampie (don't), alcohol usage, breeding kink, use of term miss (but not in a sexual way)
Notes: the whole time i wrote this, i was thinking of the song Drive which we all know is about driving only yep lol. I hope you enjoy!
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The buildings pass by, disguised as large, blurry objects that are difficult to make out, each one blending in with the next. The other cars seem to be racing with yours, as they speed away to their destination.
You sit in the backseat, your phone in one hand as you respond to messages, your tongue poking out from the corner of your lips in concentration. As you pressed send on the last message, you tossed your head back with a sigh, throwing your phone down on the leather seat.
Closing your eyes, you let the air conditioner that is blowing gently from the vents above your head cool you down, as it was another insufferable, hot day. Your top was starting to stick to your skin, as you perspired. Damn you couldn't wait to get home and shower.
"Everything alright miss?"
You startle slightly at the husky voice, your eyes snapping open as you looked at the rearview mirror, where a pair of brown eyes were peering at you in concern.
"Yes, Hyunjin, I'm fine," you responded while tossing your hair back, giving him a good view of your chest where your cleavage was visible.
Hyunjin nodded, satisfied at your answer, his focus shifting back to the road.
You smirked, feeling a little more energized after the interaction. Hyunjin was your personal driver, appointed to you by your family. Each member had their own, as your family was wealthy and part of the elite of the city.
He was respectable and did his job well, taking you anywhere you needed to go. He was also good on the eyes. You loved sneaking a peek at his gorgeous, long brown hair, his beautiful brown eyes, and not to mention his luscious lips.
You decided to spice things up, as you were bored, but also slightly horny sitting within the proximity of a god himself.
You sat as seductively as you could and sighed again, Hyunjin taking the bait and looking up and into the mirror again to check on you. You kept eye contact, batting your eyelashes as you smirked at the man.
Hyunjin shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes darting to the road in front of him and back to the mirror to look at you.
Bringing your fingers to your lips, you slowly pushed the digits in, swirling your tongue around them, getting them nice and wet. You gently sucked on them, holding eye contact with Hyunjin the whole time.
You felt a jolt run through your body, settling in your core, causing your clit go throb. The thought of Hyunjin getting hot and bothered just because you were sucking your fingers, caused your pussy to clench as your slick seeped out into your panties.
You giggled as he shifted in his seat, as he let out a soft grunt. You knew he was clenching his hands on the steering wheel as you heard the sound of the leather crunch as he moved.
You continued to tease him, licking and sucking your fingers until the car pulled up to your drive way, the vehicle safely coming to a stop.
You withdrew your fingers with a pop, and wiped them on your shirt before grabbing your bag that was next to you. Before opening your door, you leaned closer to Hyunjin, placing your hand on the shoulder of his nice, crisp white shirt.
“See you later Hyunjin,” you purred, squeezing his arm before leaning back and opening the door.
“Bye miss,” Hyunjin said in a deep voice, watching as you slipped out the back seat, slammed the door, and walked away.
He sat there for a moment more, his cock twitching within your pants as he watched how your ass swayed with each step. He’s not sure what just happened, but chose to ignore it as he started the car again to park it in the garage.
You were happy with today’s event, happy that he fell for your charm. You knew the effect you had on Hyunjin, have known it for years.
You know he watches you from time to time in the car, as you walk away, his eyes glued to your ass. You’ve seen the way he eyes your cleavage when you lean a little too close when talking with him.
It will be easy to entice him, to ensnare him within your clutches using your charms.
It was laughable really, after all he’s just a man.
— —
The next day, you needed to have Hyunjin drive you to a small gathering, a celebration for the success of your new business.
You picked out your best lingerie set, smiling as you delicately pulled the black lace over your legs, snapped the lace bra over your breasts.
Picking up your red dress, you slipped it on, the material hugging your curves perfectly, showing off your shape. You topped it off with a diamond necklace and diamond studs, the light reflecting off the jewels and scattering throughout the room in the afternoon sunlight.
You slipped your heels on, fastening the buckles against your ankles. You felt satisfied as you took one last look in the mirror. Grabbing your clutch, you made your way out of your room, your heels echoing off the tile as you walked down the hall, the grand staircase, and finally out of the door.
Hyunjin was waiting for you, standing by the door of the car. You smirked as he eyed your body, his eyes widening as they traveled from your face to your tits. He lingered there before eyeing your curves and your legs before looking back up to your face.
“How are you miss?” Hyunjin asked, trying to cover up the lust in his voice.
“Very well, thank you,” you purred, sitting down on the seat as Hyunjin had already opened the door for you.
You slowly pulled your legs into the car, Hyunjin’s eyes traveling along the flesh. Once seated, you signaled to him that you were good, watching as he carefully closed the door. He got into the drivers seat and pulled away from your home.
You both sat in silence for the ride. You looked out the window, your mind on the man in front of you. You couldn’t help but wonder how his lips would feel on yours, how his hands would glide across your body as he takes you over and over.
You felt an ache form within your core, your arousal slowly seeping into your panties. You clenched your thighs together seeking friction as you imagined how big his cock is, and how he would look as he came, giving you loads of his cum.
You were so lost in thought, you didn’t hear Hyunjin announce that you were at your destination. You snapped out of your reverie and noticed how he had turned around in his seat, his eyes searching yours in concern, but mixed with something more. It was as if he knew what you were day dreaming about.
You cleared your throat and straightened up and opened your door. As you stepped out of the car, you took a breath of fresh air, your mind clearing from whatever that was swirling around in your brain.
“Thank you Hyunjin, I’ll see you later tonight.”
You didn’t hear his response as you had already slammed the door shut. You walked away from Hyunjin and towards the party, putting a smile on your face.
— —
The night passed, the drinks flowed. You danced the night away, as the alcohol coursed through you, causing that warmth you craved.
You were also warm elsewhere, your core throbbing, aching, needing to be touched, filled until you were satisfied. Your panties were soaked as you danced to the beat, the seductive song blaring on the speakers.
Your mind wandered as you moved, wishing Hyunjin was there, his arms on your waist as he held you from behind. You smiled at the thought of how you’d both get lost in each other, letting the music carry you to paradise.
However, as the song changed to something more upbeat, you watched as the picture materialized in front of you, disappearing from your mind. You needed Hyunjin and tonight you would have him.
— —
You sat outside on the step, breathing in the fresh air as the wind tickled your sweat coated skin. You were sipping a glass of water, eyes gazing in the distance as you waited for hyunjin. It was late and you were tired, but you still had that ache and that need for your chauffeur.
As you watched a black car pull up, you smiled, slowly getting to your feet. Hyunjin hurriedly got out of the car and rushed to your side.
“Miss…are you alright?” He inquired, his arms out, ready to stabilize you if needed.
“I’m fine Hyunjin,” you chuckled, gently pushing his arms away.
You walked next to him, his long legs matching your pace. You patiently waited as he opened the door, and slid in, your back relaxing against the plush leather seats.
It didn’t take long for hyunjin to get in and start the car, the house slowly fading away in the distance. You relaxed further in your seat, your eyes drifting up to where Hyunjin was sitting.
You watched as he gripped the steering wheel, the veins becoming more prominent with the motion. You sighed as you imagined those hands elsewhere, a shiver running down your spine and causing your pussy to flutter.
You leaned back as you began to run your hand over you body, eyes closing as your fingers brushed against your collarbone, inching lower until they reached your thighs.
Opening your eyes, you looked at the man in front of you, a soft smiling reaching your lips as your fingers inched higher, the digits playing with the hem of your dress.
You felt like you were floating, not quite drunk but enough to where you felt uninhibited. Every touch was heightened causing little ripples in your belly, your core aching and dripping.
Hyunjin was still watching you, his eyes darting to the road and back to yours. You kept eye contact with him through the mirror, as you spread your legs wider for easier access.
You touched the pads of your fingers to your soaked panties, apply slight pressure on the material right over your clit. You gasped out as you circled the nub through the cloth, waves of pleasure spreading with each twist of your wrist.
Biting your lip, you reached down to remove the offending clothing, dragging your sticky, wet panties down your legs. You tossed them on the floor, and ground your thighs together, your slick steadily dripping from your pussy and onto the leather seats below.
Hyunjin held his breath as he watched you dip your fingers into your sopping hole, deeper and deeper until you squealed, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet car.
He gripped the steering wheel harder, his knuckles turning white as he felt his cock fill out within the confines of his pants. You were a tease, and it was driving him insane.
You knew you had him, smiling as he stopped at a red light, his attention now solely on you. You fingered your self harder, faster, the wet sounds filling the car causing you to groan and Hyunjin to whine.
You chuckled as he shifted in his seat, his eyes on your pussy. With each thrust of your fingers, your palm caught your clit just right, your high approaching fast.
Your moans filled the car as you stroked your sweet spot, the warm feeling in your belly building until it snapped, pleasure spreading the your body as your walls spasmed around your fingers. You thrashed around as you rode out your high, your arousal drenching the seats below. Once you came down, you withdrew your fingers and smiled.
“Enjoyed the view Hyunjin?” You cooed, watching as he blushed and cleared his throat, his gaze turning back to the road, as the light had since turned green.
You relaxed on the seat spent, satisfied at easing the ache within your core. It didn’t take long however, until you felt the throbbing within your core wanting to be filled again.
Hyunjin suddenly stopped the car and got out, causing you to sit up in your seat, shocked that you were already home. However when you looked out the window, you noticed you were not home but in an abandoned parking lot.
Confused, you cocked your head, wondering what hyunjin was doing. Before you could react, hyunjin opened the door and got into the back seat with you, leaving the door wide open for anyone to see.
“Please, please, need you miss!”
You stared at the man in front of you, shock in your eyes. That shock soon turned to a smirk as you brushed your hand through his hair as he whimpered.
“You can have me baby,” you purred as you slightly yanked on the strands of his hair. “You can start by cleaning up this mess.”
Hyunjin looked at you before looking at the seat, the leather slick with your arousal. He licked his lips and whined before lowering his head and touching his tongue to the pool of liquid.
He groaned at the taste before he fervently started to lick up your slick. You ran your fingers through his hair as he cleaned up the seat, your pussy clenching at the sight.
“Nasty baby aren’t you, licking up my cum from the seat. It’s ok, I have more for you,” you said lifting his head up from the seat.
His tongue was still out, his eyes hooded as you brought his face closer to your pussy. You moaned as he attached his mouth to your clit, sucking the bud within his pillowly lips.
You gripped his hair harder, moving his head up and down, his tongue slack as you rode the muscle. You whined as Hyunjin pressed his face further against your folds and stuck his tongue within your entrance as deep as it could go.
Hyunjin fucked your little hole, catching every drop of your arousal on his tongue, making sure not to waste a drop. You felt pleasure trickle through your core each time his nose brushed against your clit, leaving you breathless each time.
You smiled down at the man below you, your heart beating erratically as he worshiped your pussy, eating you out like a man starved.
“Keep going baby, m’close,” you moaned rocking your hips against his face causing Hyunjin to groan, your pussy clenching at the vibrations.
Hyunjin lapped his way back up to your clit, suckling your bundle of nerves within his plush lips. He sucked hard and fast, his tongue darting out to flick the bud left and right.
You were close, that feeling of ecstasy within your reach. You pushed Hyunjin’s face further against you, smoothering him in your essence as the band within you snapped, your orgasm hitting you hard for the second time that night.
Your pussy contracted over nothing, your arousal seeping out with each spasm, coating Hyunjin’s lips and chin. Your fingers carded through Hyunjin’s hair as you rode out your high, little whimpers leaving your lips at the aftershocks.
It was becoming too much as he was still attached to your clit. You weakly pushed at his head, trying to get him to stop.
“S’too much Hyun,” you begged, watching as he leaned back to look at you, his face glistening with your arousal in the darkness of the car.
Overwhelmed with admiration for you, hyunjin leaned forward, pressing his lips to your in a passionate kiss. You groaned as you tasted yourself on him, your tongue darting out to lick along his lips.
Hyunjin shoved his tongue within your mouth, the muscle tangling with yours in a mess of teeth and spit. You reached down to touch his bulge, his cock hard within the confines of his pants. You palmed his erection, giving it a slight squeeze as he whimpered against your lips.
“Please miss, can I fuck you?” Hyunjin asked, his voice laced with desperation. “Need to feel you, please,” the last words fading out softly as he continued begging.
You wanted nothing more than to feel the man you’ve been pining over for what felt like ages. You lifted your dress up higher and maneuvered yourself to where you were on all fours.
Hyunjin quickly got up, unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants and boxers down, sighing as his cock sprang free. You looked back, your mouth watering at the appendage.
You knew he was a godsend but the sight of his cock made your pussy clench. You watched as he stroked his shaft, the sight of the pretty vein on the underside of his cock causing you to leak more slick. He wasn’t very long but girthy, complete with a mushroom tip that was red and leaking.
You arched your back further with a sigh as he brushed his cock through your folds, coating it with your slick. He teased you again and again, as he pushed the tip in just to withdraw it moments later.
You were frustrated and horny, needing to be filled with cock, and you needed it now.
“Fuck me Hyun, give me your cock baby,” you cooed.
Hyunjin grunted before pushing his length all the way in, stretching you out nicely, a mixture of pain and pleasure radiating through your core. It didn’t take you long to start moving your hips, as you met his thrusts, fucking yourself on his cock.
Your moans mixed with his, the only other sounds being the wet squelch of your pussy as he fucked you and the crickets surrounding the car in the night air.
You clenched around him, reveling in the feeling of his cock massaging your walls, hitting so deep you were seeing stars, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
Hyunjin fucked you hard but slow, making sure you felt each stroke. He angled his hips so he could reach deeper, his cock rubbing against that sweet spot within.
He gripped your ass, massaging the flesh, his cock twitching at how your little hole sucked him in each time. He was close, and he wanted nothing more than to fill you to the brim with his cum, the thought of breeding you driving him insane.
What would your family think if he gave you his baby? Their beloved prestigious daughter swollen with the chauffeur’s child…his child.
His hips sped up at the prospect as he chased his high. He needed to cum but he wanted you to first. Reaching down and around you, he found your clit, rubbing tight circles around the bud.
You mewled out, being caged in by him as he fucked you, the feeling almost primal, like you both were nothing more than animals. His fingers on your clit sent shivers down your spine, the pressure building in your core, threatening to overflow.
“Gonna cum miss,” Hyunjin groaned, as he continued his assault on your body. “Can I fill you up? Lemme breed you, make you mine.”
Your pussy clenched at his words, the thought of you dripping with his cum turning you on.
“Yes, Hyun, fill me up, breed me.”
With a groan, hyunjin stilled his hips as spurts of cum flooded your walls. At the feel of him filling you up, you let go, your pussy spasming around his cock, aiding in milking him dry.
You were still caged in by Hyunjin’s body, his breath fanning across your shoulder as he came down from his high. He pressed gentle kisses down your spine, his fingers trailing down your skin before withdrawing his softened cock.
You whimpered as you felt his cum seep out of your pussy, the liquid dripping onto the leather seats, likely causing a stain after tonight’s activities.
“Wait here miss,” Hyunjin said softly.
In your periphery you saw him walk to the passenger door and open it up, his hands reaching into the glove box for some napkins. He came back around and began to clean you up before fixing your dress and helping you up.
Once done, he tossed the messy napkins away and cradled your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks.
You preened in the intimate moment, you eyes lost in his brown ones as you both stared at each other in silence. You heard the crickets chirp, the occasional hoot of an owl, and your own heart beating wildly within your chest.
“Miss….” Hyunjin began, but you cut him off, holding up a hand.
“Call me y/n,” you said, “of course only when we’re alone.”
Hyunjin nodded and visibly swallowed. “Y/n,” he said, trying out the name. He quite liked it and definitely could get used to it.
You thought he was going to continue, as he continued to stare at you, like he had something to say.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips barely opening at the statement.
Hyunjin leaned forward to press a kiss to your lips. It was unhurried, soft and gentle, nothing like the kiss of passion you shared earlier.
He pulled away first, his forehead resting against yours. Your mind was running a mile a minute, wondering what would happen now. You’ve always wanted him, but now that you do, would he want you?
Your thoughts were answered as he took your hands in his and said, “be mine y/n.”
You smiled as you let out a little chuckle. “Of course Hyun,” you said, more than happy to be his and only his.
Hyunjin smiled back, kissing the back of your hands.
“Guess we’re going to have to take more drives huh,” Hyunjin said, a little smirk on his face.
“This one’s Ursa Major, Chan says, pressing a gentle kiss to the birthmark on your arm. “And this little one is Hercules.” He rotates your arm is his grasp, grazing his lips over the birthmark on your inner wrist and placing another tender kiss.
“What about this one?” You question, flashing him a smaller one just below your elbow.
“That’s all the constellation names I know,” Chan replies with a breathy chuckle. “So this one can just be mine.”
He pulls your arm up to his lips, earning a laugh from you, as he awkwardly angles your arm and seals his words with a chaste kiss to your elbow.
You smile at him from where you’re laying, across from him in his bed, one hand tucked under the pillow, while the other mindlessly traces patterns onto his skin.
This sight makes your heart flutter- your boyfriend alongside you in his bed, looking particularly handsome in a black t-shirt and sweatpants, his brown hair tousled casually around his chiseled face. He makes your heart skip several beats, but he also intimidates you, being one of your first very serious boyfriends. Sure, you’ve kissed guys and dated around. And you’ve also slept with a fair few men up to this point. But Chan is different. He treats you far better than those other men- he buys you nice things, he satisfies you physically and he respects you more than anyone has before. That’s not to mention he gets you insanely horny at the smallest touches, even his voice serving as erotica sometimes, making you press your legs together for some sense of relief as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear and grazes his fingers along your skin.
“Got any other birthmarks I should know about?” Chan questions, reaching a hand out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
“A few,” you reply, shooting him a small smile. “They’re just not visible in these pajamas.”
“Yeah?” He says, propping himself up to hover over you again. “Do those ones want constellation names, too?”
You hum in response, pulse already racing at the implication of undressing in front of him. It’s an exciting combination of arousal and anticipation, and you briefly wonder if you’ve ever known somebody who keeps you on your toes like this before.
“Maybe,” you reply, massaging a hand through his curly tresses. “But you have to find them.”
“I can do that,” Chan whispers in reply, already working kisses down your neck, the ache between your legs already wet for him at the sounds of his plump lips attaching to your flesh and working you in a frenzy.
His calloused fingers move to the straps of your tank top, where he slides them both off and begins working little kisses along your shoulders and collar bones. You whimper at the contact, wanting so badly for him to relieve the growing ache between your legs, but you’re simultaneously too shy to ask for it, and fear that you’re inadequate to lead him on the way he wants.
It’s no secret to you that Chan has another side to him- he’s dated plenty of girls, engaged in a myriad of lascivious acts with them and he knows exactly what he wants at all times. You, on the other hand, know next to nothing about what you like, aside from the few times a boyfriend has casually fingered you or given you subpar head. It’s your innocence you fear will drive Chan away when he realizes; he likely wants someone who’ll do the tricks he already knows drive him crazy.
As his hands find their way to your breasts, you stop him suddenly, pulling away and flickering over his gaze nervously.
“You okay?” Chan asks, looking down at you breathlessly as he attempts to read your expression.
“Yeah,” you reply, reluctant to say the rest of your sentence. “I just…”
“You just what?” Chan says, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. In fact, I can just put on a movie for us and we can cuddle, yeah? What movie you feeling?”
“No,” you say, pulling him back toward you when he faces the television.
“I want to,” you emphasize. “I’m just not as… experienced as you. And I want you to do it the way you want.”
Chan smiles down at you, chuckling lightly when he takes notice of the way your eyes practically sparkle as you look up at him, pleading for him to use you however he wants.
“You want me to be in charge?” Chan clarifies, toying with the hem of your pajama shorts.
“Yes,” you reply assuredly. “I just want you to… use me.”
Chan groans a little at your words, his mind already running rampant with thoughts of you under him, all fucked-out in pleasure.
“I don’t want to overstep your boundaries-”
“You’re not,” you assure him, giving his forearm a little squeeze. “I’m asking you to. I’m already wet for you, baby. Please, just use me.”
With one hand, you guide his hand down your shorts, running the pads of his fingers over your panties and letting him feel your preemptive arousal for him. He smiles a little at the sensation, his cock hardening at the sight of you all needy and begging for him.
“It’s hard to say no when you’re begging like this,” Chan states, grazing his lips over yours.
“Then don’t say no,” you reply, finally closing the gap between you two and kissing him.
Chan gives into you fully now, his plump lips pulling yours between his teeth and nibbling hungrily, moaning against you as he pushes you further down against the bed and works kisses down your neck again. He pulls your flesh mercilessly between his teeth, sucking loudly and pulling away, trailing dark purple bruises down your skin and groaning at the sight. His hands tangle themselves in your hair, pulling your locks into a makeshift ponytail away from your neck as he exposes more of you to kiss, more of you to bruise.
“This what you want?” Chan asks in a low voice, grunting against your skin as you whimper weakly in his grasp. Your skin is tender to the touch now, the bruises burning delightfully as he practically bites you, trailing down until his lips graze your breasts.
Chan wastes no time pulling off your tank top, latching his lips on one of your hardened nipples as he tweaks the other one between his fingers, gradually toying until he’s pinching you in his grip. You groan at the sensation, shivering a little as his gentle sucking quickly transitions to nibbling, his teeth grazing your nipple before biting gently and earning a startled gasp from you.
Chan looks down at you through hooded eyes, his expression unlike one you’ve ever seen on him before. His eye bags are somehow more prominent like this, not a hint of a smile on his face as he gauges your reactions to the stimulation, breathing heavily when a moan or a muffled breath escapes your lips. He looks almost animalistic like this, eager to please you the way he wants to, your innocence and purity set aside as he uses you like you requested.
As his tongue swirls around your nipples, your back arching into him in pleasure, his hands snake down to your pajama shorts, practically ripping them off of you and dipping inside your panties, where his fingers attach themselves to your clit.
He starts in circular motions, his mouth reattaching to your breasts as you grind up against his hand to chase the delicious friction. And then without warning, his fingers are inside of you, pumping in and out of you as he steadies your hips against the bed with his palm flat on your stomach.
“Stay still, baby,” he orders. “You asked for this. Don’t fucking move unless I tell you to.”
You nod breathlessly against him, trying your best to steady your movements as he works his fingers in and out of you. But you’re eager to feel him all over you, already dripping at the sensation of his fingers caressing your walls with every thrust, your sopping cunt emitting lewd sloshing noises as he picks up the pace and fucks you even faster. You can feel your first orgasm approaching quickly, your walls clenching around him as he nibbles on your breast particularly hard, earning a fervent moan from you. And then without any time to warn him, you’re cumming around his fingers almost instantly, coating his fingers in a generous trickle of your arousal as you writhe below him. It’s a new record for you to have cum this fast with someone, especially considering it’s your first time having somebody take the reins like this. But Chan continues pumping in and out of your swollen cunt, angling your face toward his and forcing your gaze on him.
“You ever tasted yourself before, baby?” He asks curiously, continuing to smear your arousal around you.
“N-no,” you breathe out, already turned on at the thought of it.
Chan smiles down at you, bringing the two fingers from your pussy up to his lips, swirling his tongue around his own fingers before shoving them in his mouth and licking his digits clean. You whine a little as he does, desperate for him to fulfill his ask like he mentioned.
“You want to taste?” Chan asks, his voice muffled as he talks with a mouthful of his own fingers. “Beg for it,” he then says, his voice coming off as cockier than usual as he looks down at your helpless state.
“Please,” you beg, your mouth salivating at the way his lips glisten with your arousal. How badly you want it to be you tasting your juices like that, desperate to relish in the same pleasure he is. “Please let me taste myself,” you ask again, whining in his grasp.
“So needy,” Chan says in an amused tone. “All for me, yeah? Never tasted yourself before?”
You shake your head no, your eyes flickering desperately between his plump lips and his slender, wet fingers. “Guess this’ll be your first time,” he says, pulling his fingers out of his mouth. “Open your mouth for me.”
And you do, parting your lips and sticking out your tongue for him, but he doesn’t follow with his fingers; instead; he grips your throat, forcing your gaze on his, leaning over you and parting his lips over yours, too.
He gathers a generous wad of spit in his mouth, pursing his lips together as he lets it trickle from his mouth into yours, a string of saliva connecting still present as you feel your salty arousal hit your tongue and slide down the back of your throat.
“Swallow,” Chan orders, gripping your throat a little harder as he watches you bring your lips together and force the saliva-cum mixture down your throat. Your heart races with excitement as a smile grows on his face, watching intently as you stick your tongue back out at him, your mouth void of any remnants of your arousal.
“Good girl,” Chan says, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Your heartbeat quickens again as Chan sits up now, pulling down his sweatpants and freeing his hardened cock from his pants and then his boxers. He looks painfully hard for you, a string of precum dripping from the tip of his cock as he finally stands up off the bed, nearing the edge and motioning to you.
“Bend over,” he orders, guiding you by your waist. “On the bed.”
You reluctantly assume your position, your feet hitting the ground as your chest falls over the duvet, glancing back at Chan as his hand meets the base of his cock.
“Like this?” You question, hair falling into your face as you watch him pump himself a few times.
“Yes,” he replies, reaching out to take your hands in his and pinning them behind your back. “I want your face down,” he says, guiding you so that you’re pressed against the mattress, your back arched up to give him better access to your cunt as he holds your hands behind your back.
“Have you ever been fucked like this, baby?” Chan asks in a gentle tone, taking a step forward to that his cock is resting at your entrance.
“No,” you admit shyly, your walls fluttering in anticipation.
“Just relax for me, okay?” He tells you, continuing to pump himself over you, your breathing growing ragged in anticipation.
“This is your first time, so we’re gonna use the light system. Say red if you want me to stop, yeah?” He explains, groaning a little as he smears his precum down his shaft. “You look so good for me, all ready for me to use you. Fuck, I could watch you like this all day.”
You whimper at his praise, nodding back at him as he taps the tip of his cock gently against your entrance. And then he finally slips inside of you, bottoming out with ease as you take him wholly.
“Fuck, you’re soaking,” Chan says, adjusting his grip on your wrists and holding them in front of himself as he begins to move. He starts with gentle thrusts, the lewd sound of his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy teeming all around the room and making your head spin with pleasure. His cock kisses your cervix as he pumps inside of you, groans escaping his lips as he fucks you a little harder and tightens his grip on your wrists.
“That feel good, baby?” Chan asks breathlessly. “Talk to me.”
“Y-yes,” you reply in a shaky tone, a stream of drool escaping your lips and trickling onto the mattress below you. You can barely get a word out, feeling entirely too fucked-out in pleasure by your boyfriend, the feeling of him using you making your walls clench with every movement.
He slows his pace a little bit, reaching down to caress your spine with his hand and gauge how you’re feeling.
“Color,” he says plainly, his thrusts much shallower now.
“Green,” you breathe, another pool of drool escaping your lips onto the duvet below you. “Harder,” you manage to breathe out, your entrance already missing the fullness of his cock when he’s railing you like this. You know this is going to be a regular occurrence from now on, dripping in anticipation as you wait for him to move faster again.
“What was that, baby?” Chan asks.
“Harder,” you say again, whining into the mattress. “Fuck me harder, please. Feels so good.”
Chan chuckles lightly at the sight, your drool pooling alongside the trickling mascara around your eyes, your breasts bouncing with every thrust as he pulls you closer to him and picks up the pace again. He’s never seen you like this before, completely submitted to him, reduced to a whiny, drooling mess, all for his aching cock. But he loves the way he’s driven you to this, knowing very well it won’t be the last time he makes you beg for him to corrupt you.
“Fuck, baby,” Chan breathes. “I’m gonna cum.”
You can’t say anything in response, pornographic moans escaping your lips in harmony with his grunts, so close to your release now as he pounds into you, the room filled with sounds of slapping skin and breathless lovers.
Chan’s hands pull your makeshift ponytail against him, giving one particularly hard thrust as he lets out a fervent moan at the friction. And then as he holds you still, his cock twitches inside of you, emptying a generous load of his cum inside of you and coating your walls entirely in his milky white arousal. He holds you still, thrusts slowing down to let you breathe, and massaging little circles into your back as he finally feels you tremble and find your release around his still-hard cock, dribbling arousal on him and the carpeted flooring.
You shiver in a mix of pain and pleasure when he finally pulls out, caressing your waist with his hands and guiding you up again.
“You okay, baby?” Chan asks, giving you a little kiss on your exposed back and trailing his fingers over your spine. “Sit down for me, yeah? Gonna get you some water and a towel.”
You do as you’re told, legs still trembling as you sit on the edge of your bed and catch your breath, the ache between your legs quickly replaced by a languorous sensation to be close to Chan once again.
*
Chan’s calloused hands work little massages into your shoulder blades as he holds you against him, grazing his lips over your skin and smiling against you.
“You did so well,” he says, pulling the blanket up higher so that your torso is warmly covered by the knit.
“Felt so good,” you hum in response. “We’re definitely doing that again. I want to keep trying new things with you.”
“I can do that,” Chan says, grazing your hand with his fingertips. “We’re not in any rush.”
You nod at his words, laying back against him and shutting your eyes in a state of blissful weariness.
“For now,” he continues, running a finger across your neck. “We have a few new marks to assign constellation names to.”
You chuckle softly against him, your eyes remaining shut as he speaks in hushed tones.
“I thought you ran out of constellation names.”
“I did,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to a purple bruise painted on your flesh. “They can just all be mine.”
He moves to kiss another one, careful not to apply pressure to your bruised flesh.
“This one is mine,” he presses a little kiss, moving to the next. “This one is Channie’s. And this one belongs to me…”
SUMMARY : you've been nothing but a good girl to him lately, even watching over his niece when his sister visited him by surprise. and it awakened an urge in him. maybe your relationship is more than what chan pretends it is.
-> pairing : sugar daddy!chan x fem!reader
-> words count : 2k
-> genre : smut
-> warnings : dom!chan x sub!reader, breeding kink (obviously), creampie, unprotected sex, sprinkle of angst, dirty talk, spanking, pussy slapping, fingering, use of 'good girl', praising, begging, teasing, rough sex
+ the way i'm depicting chan does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction
-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI
-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.
-> masterlist | ateez masterlist | kinktober 2024
When Chan asked you to come spend the weekend at his place, he didn’t think he would find himself trapped with his sister and her two kids coming over. You were actually in the middle of a quite intense make out session, with you sitting on his lap on the couch, when someone rang the front door bell. And he had no choice but to open the door when he heard Hannah’s voice calling for him from the outside. Chan had apologized at least ten times to you already for the embarrassing situation he put you in - having to explain to his sister that you were just friends wasn’t the most agreeable moment of your life, especially since she must have guessed it wasn’t true.
She asked for you to stay with them, and even though her intentions were probably good, it made it all very uncomfortable for you. Hannah must have thought that you were Chan’s girlfriend despite the age difference, but of course, she couldn’t guess that he was in fact your sugar daddy. It had started almost nine months ago, when you met Chan at the bar you were working at. That night, he came in alone and he looked sad, so since it was a quiet night, you took some time to talk with him. And when he left, he handed you a tip that could have covered your rent for three months at least, along with his number if you wanted to chat again. It was not long after that he proposed to give you money in exchange for the two of you meeting weekly to talk.
And at the beginning, you must admit that you were purely interested in his money - it was only the cherry on top that Chan was crazy handsome and that your conversations were pretty interesting too. But as time went on, he became so much more than just a man paying you to discuss with him. He started to give you more and more gifts, and you started to feel way more for him than what your relationship wanted the two of you to be. It all changed when you went out to a bar together, and came back to his place completely wasted. That was the first time you ever fucked with him, and it hadn’t stopped until then. And honestly, you coulnd’t ask for more - you had an attractive, rich man, paying you for spending time with him and gifting you all sorts of things, and he was also fucking you like a queen, treating you like a queen. Well, there was actually something more that you wanted but you knew it was impossible, knew you couldn’t have it.
“- Tom ! Layla ! We’re leaving, come here !”
Hannah’s two kids that you had been playing with for an hour clinged to you as they refused to go back to their mother, and if she watched the scene pretty amused, Chan had something else swirling in his eyes. Seeing you be so affectionate, be so natural at taking care of childrens had him thinking about things he shouldn’t, about making you his wife and the mother of his own kids when you weren’t even his girlfriend. And you were still so young, you still had so much to live before getting trapped in a relationship like this, before committing to life, especially to him. You couldn’t feel the same, but as you looked at him with a bright smile, his niece and nephew refusing to let you go, his heart beat faster when he dreamt about it being the sight he could wake up to every morning.
“- What came over you Channie ?
- Nothing, I just need you. Right now.”
You didn’t protest much more, letting him pin you down to his mattress and explore your whole body with his hands. His lips were demanding and rough against yours, but you loved it when he was a little more harsh, when he stopped being so worried about hurting you. Though, you didn’t quite understand what snapped for him to drag you upstairs as soon as his sister left. Maybe it was only because he was frustrated of having been interrupted earlier, but it felt like it was something else, like there was something more.
“- On your knees, head in the pillow. I wanna see your pretty ass when I fuck you.”
You didn’t say anything, once again, and simply obeyed and turned around to position yourself like he had asked you to. Chan’s hand immediately landed on your cheeks, forcing a pained moan out of you. He practically ripped your pants off of you, along with your underwear, and this time he slapped your pussy, your body lurching forward and if it wasn’t for the strong grip he had around your waist, you would’ve collapsed on the bed.
“- Always so wet for me, fuck…”
His deep, raspy voice whispering dirty things behind you had you clenching around nothing, and Chan was quick to notice it as his eyes were still glued onto your pussy. You felt one of his fingers run from your sensitive clit and along your dripping slit, the tip teasing your entrance. You couldn’t help moving your hip against his fingers, trying to entice him into giving you more.
“- You’re so greedy babygirl, you always want more from me, uh ?”
It made you moan, but it also made your heart clench, because he was too close to the truth. However, the feeling of two of his fingers slipping inside of your cunt made your train of thoughts stop there and it was for the best. You moaned louder this time, Chan thrusting his fingers into you at a rapid pace from the get-go. You both knew you didn’t need any preparation now, too used to his cock, but he loved to tease, loved to see how he could drive you insane with only two of his fingers.
“- You were such a good girl today, I think you deserve a reward, don’t you ?”
You whined and nodded your head energetically as an answer, and you could easily imagine the cocky grin that must have spread on Chan’s face. You heard him unbuckle his belt and get rid of his pants and underwear behind you, his hands soon returning to their previous spot on your waist as his tip bumped against your clit.
“- Channie… Please…
- Come on baby, we both know you can do better than that.
- Please, fuck me Channie, please, I want your cock so bad…
- There you go, good girl.”
He didn’t let you say anything more as he pushed half of his cock inside of you, letting you breathe and adjust to his size for a few seconds. But soon enough, he was filling you up to the brim, and you couldn’t keep your moans for yourself, and you couldn’t help the way you were clenching around him.
“- Shit… I can never get enough of your pretty pussy.”
Your fists were gripping tightly onto the sheets to try and keep a bit of your sanity as Chan started to pull back, only to slam into your cunt full force, the back of his muscular thighs slapping against your ass and producing a lewd sound that mixed with the squelching of your impossibly soaked folds. A thin layer of sweat had started to form on your back as Chan restlessly pounded into you, his mind only clouded with thoughts of you full of his cum, so full you couldn’t escape from his hold ever again. His hands had an iron grip around your waist, pulling you back to him to hit deeper into you. You moaned louder with each one of his thrusts, slowly losing your mind to the sensation of his cock dragging against your velvety walls.
“- C-Channie…
- What is it babygirl ? Feeling close already ?”
You simply cried out his name again, the way he had leant into you to be able to talk directly into your ear made the angle of his hips change and hit your sweet spot even more perfectly - and you knew he did it on purpose, did it to make you go crazy. And it worked every time.
“- Mmh… You’re squeezing me so tight… There you go, cum around me angel.”
Every word that fell from his mouth brought you closer to the edge and you buried your face into his pillow to drown out your cries of pleasure as you came around him, his steady pace never flattering as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. And even when you started to whine from overstimulation, Chan didn’t stop.
“- I-It’s too much…
- Just let me fill you up, yeah ? Gonna give you my cum, gonna fill you up to the brim…”
Chan didn’t care anymore about the way this may all sound to you, his mind was clouded with thoughts of you becoming his wife, of you carrying his child, of your pussy dripping from his cum, and all he wanted was to stuff you full of his load, full of him, to make you his forever. His thrusts became rougher, and he was starting to lose his rhythm, though that was enough to bring you to the brink of another orgasm as you turned your head to the side to look at him over your shoulder : he had thrown his head back, his dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead and his muscular chest covered in sweat. But the best part of it all was the way his face contorted in pleasure.
“- Please, Channie… Give it to me, I want it all…”
His eyes bore into yours with a rare intensity, with lust but also some kind of possessiveness that he had never shown towards you. It was like something shifted, something that was going to change your relationship forever.
“- Yeah ? You want my cum angel ? You want my babies ?”
You didn’t even know that you wanted it, but the moment he said it, you let out a broken moan as you nodded as best as you could, trying to move your hips to match his deep and quick thrusts. You knew that you wanted to be his - to be truly his - but you weren’t even aware that it was to that extent. But the thought of actually being the mother of his children seemed appealing, and it made you cried out his name again.
“- Words babygirl.
- F-Fuck ! Yes, yes I want your cum, I want your babies Channie !
- Shit… I’m gonna make you pregnant, gonna make you fucking mine.”
Chan growled behind you as he buried himself to the hilt into your pussy one last time, thick ropes of cum painting your insides white as he moaned and groaned, the sensation crashing like a violent wave against him, but it was mostly the thought that he might actually get you pregnant that made him say your name the loudest. Your second orgasm was even more intense than the first one, his promise and the feeling of his cum filling you up in the best way possible making you shake and tremble in his hold.
“- God, you’re gonna be the death of me one of these days.”
Chan murmured with a sly grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched the way some of his release dripped down your thighs despite him being still in you. The sight was mesmerizing, and he simply couldn’t look away, he simply couldn’t not get hard again.
“- Seriously ?”
Your whines made him chuckle as he pulled out to help you lay down on your back. As soon as he was sure you were comfortable, Chan kissed you passionately, and there seemed to be something more behind the sensual glide of your tongues this time.
“- Not my fault angel, you agreed to be mine, now you have to bear with that.”
His eyes were gleaming with so much adoration that you couldn’t pretend not feeling the same anymore and you bit down on your lips as you locked your gaze with his, your voice barely above a whisper as you talked.
“- Yeah… I’m yours Chan.”
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Hyunjin’s hand remains on your lower back, his fingers sprawled out over the open cut at the back of your skin tight dress, as the other grasps the glass stem of his red wine.
Job titles, income levels, friends, lovers, travel stories- he’s pretty sure he’s engaged in just about every form of adult conversation amongst the partygoers here. And at half past midnight, he’s begun to get restless, wanting nothing more than to take you home and indulge himself in a good fuck.
“You have any plans for the holidays?” One guest whose name he’s already forgotten, asks the two of you “Seungmin’s taking some time off so we can travel out of the city for a weekend or two,” she continues. “I know it’s cold, but we love winter camping.”
Hyunjin smiles in an attempt to be polite, shrugging, as he meets your gaze. “Not really,” he says plainly. “We like staying in for the holidays.”
You nod in his direction, taking note of the way his eyes seem to flicker curiously, as though he’s signaling something to you.
“Yeah,” you chime in, downing the last of your red wine. “There’s nothing like Christmas inside by the fireplace.”
“Speaking of Christmas,” the guest says, turning to face a group of other guests, too. “We were thinking of doing a gift exchange this year-”
As she speaks excitedly of her plans, Hyunjin taps your lower back, leaning in to graze his lips over your ear.
“Wanna come get more wine?” He asks in a low voice, gesturing to your empty glass.
You’re really not so keen on having any more, yet you’re also well aware that this is typically Hyunjin’s way of signaling he needs a moment away from the crowd.
“Sure,” you reply, turning to follow him away from the crowd of people.
“We’ll be back!” You call out to the guest, who hardly acknowledges you as she continues to speak.
Hyunjin takes long strides into the kitchen, one hand shoved into the pocket of his black suit, as he leads the way. He shoves past the swinging door with the push of his shoulder, holding it for you as you follow him inside, and then he closes it with the heel of his glossy black dress shoe, glancing over his shoulder to ensure nobody’s followed either of you into the kitchen.
“They’re out of the red wine you like,” you begin, sorting through the array of beverages on the counter. “But they have white, or soda if you’re-”
“Let’s just leave,” Hyunjin interrupts, coming up behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder. His hands rest on the counter on either side of your figure, as his lips graze the shell of your ear in a swift motion.
“Already?” You question, a chuckle escaping your lips. “We only got here two hours ago.”
“Please,” Hyunjin urges, his lips nibbling on the lobe of your ear. “I want you so bad. I can’t be here anymore.”
He sounds completely serious by the way his breathing grows heavy, and then he presses against your lower back, making it more clear to you. He’s hard under his black slacks, his erect cock prodding into your dress as though he’s asking for permission to do it right here.
You don’t realize the soft gasp that emits from the back of your throat until Hyunjin lets out a wicked chuckle in response, his lips trailing along your shoulder, as his hands snake up your sides.
“Don’t you want to?” He inquires. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. Doesn’t having you bent over our own counter sound like a better evening than whatever all of this is?”
Your eyes scan the assortment of drinks on the counter in front of you, the untouched bottles of Chardonnay and Sprite only implying there’s still hours of this event left. His hard-on throbs against you, his hands tracing the cinched fabric of your waist. And he’s right- to let him pull your dress up and do it right here, would be precedence over the ordeals of adult small talk any day.
“Okay,” you say to him, turning around and reaching for your clutch purse on the counter. “You call a cab, I’ll go let them know we have to leave.”
Hyunjin chuckles again, a sense of satisfaction clear in his tone, as he leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips and reaches for his phone.
“Be quick,” is all that he says, as he watches you disappear past the swinging doors again.
*
The taxi ride home is a painfully long ride, as Hyunjin keeps his large hand sprawled upon your upper thigh, squeezing it periodically to remind you of the evening ahead which awaits you both.
He shifts uncomfortably in his seat behind the driver, hoping the man can’t somehow read his thoughts and know that he’s letting his mind run rampant with filthy thoughts about you. He’d give anything to have the driver pull over and exit his own car, just so that Hyunjin could take you right here in the backseat.
And yet he’s patient, not a word spoken between the two of you in the duration of the car ride, until you’re finally back at your shared apartment.
Hyunjin tips the man a generous amount, shooting him a sheepish grin as he intertwines your hand with his and practically drags you in the direction of the front door. And just like the rest of the whole seems to move slower at the times he wants you most, the keys to your front door are uncooperative, your hands grasping them firmly as you fidget with the lock.
Hyunjin’s lips trail along your neck, his breathing growing heavy as he waits for you to grant entry, and you chuckle nervously when the lock remains stubborn, mumbling an apology to a now very needy Hyunjin.
“Let me,” Hyunjin says, his hands hovering over yours now to work the key. He makes purposeful motions to toy with the lock, shoving the door open with complete ease, his hand finding your waist when you stumble forward a little. Hyunjin guides you inside, lips reattaching to your neck, as he scrambles to shut the door behind you two, not even bothering to lock it again.
Your bag is tossed aside by Hyunjin, who now snakes the straps of your dress down to grant access to your chest, his face burying in the crook of your neck to press sloppy kisses along your exposed flesh.
“Let’s just do it here,” Hyunjin remarks, guiding you forward to the wooden stair banister.
His hands bunch up the fabric of your dress, already finding the waistband of your underwear, as he tugs it down and exposes more of you to him.
There’s a moment of silence as he unfastens his belt now, the gentle clink of his buckle making itself known as it comes undone, and then he positions himself behind you, his now-bare cock prodding against your upper thigh.
“God, you look so fucking sexy,” Hyunjin remarks, pulling the flesh of your shoulder between his teeth and leaving a generous trail of love bites. “This dress gets me so hard.”
His hand wraps around the base of his cock as he readies himself, but without any verbal form of warning, he’s already slipping inside of you with complete ease, gripping your waist with one hand, as the other positions your face to meet his gaze.
He indulges you in a sloppy kiss as he begins to move inside of you, and the friction of his cock caressing your walls is almost dizzying, little grunts escaping his lips back into your mouth.
“Does that feel good?” Hyunjin queries, knowing your answer is a resounding yes.
“Yes,” you attempt to reply in between your heavy panting, your hands holding onto the wooden stair banister to steady yourself.
“Talk to me,” Hyunjin commands, moving a little faster now. “Want to hear how it feels.”
“God, you fuck me so good,” you remark as he quickens his pace, one hand coming around to rub your clit in circular motions now. “Feels so good, baby. Don’t stop.”
Hyunjin chuckles- he’d never think of stopping when you’re begging him like this, his cock throbbing inside of you and hitting your cervix with every passionate thrust.
His thrusts are sloppy now, no real method to the way he pushes himself in and out of you, loud squelching sounds filling the sounds of your entryway as he fucks you. The desperation isn’t lost on you- the door is still unlocked behind you, not a single set of curtains drawn to shield the lewd act unfolding right here. Your heels are still on, planted firmly into the wooden floor where you know they’ll leave little dents like they have before. But it’s a miracle Hyunjin even made it to the entryway like this- if not here, he’s certain it’d have been the bathroom at the party, one hand sprawled over your mouth so the guests wouldn’t hear you screaming his name.
“Hyunjin,” you call out, gripping the banister a little harder now. “I’m gonna finish- fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
He takes your warning as a sign to quicken his movements even more now, the squelching sounds filling the space around you, as loud groans escape between his parted lips.
When he attempts to kiss you again, it’s a futile task, nothing but drool exchanged from his lips onto yours as your eyes roll back in blissful pleasure.
“Cum for me,” Hyunjin commands, and although he sounds desperate, he’s polite about it, one hand intertwining his fingers over yours on the stair banister. “Make a fucking mess for me, baby. This is all I’ve wanted tonight.”
Your moans serve as an attempt to respond, and then he squeezes his eyes shut as he staves off his own orgasm to wait for yours, first.
It doesn’t take more than a few thrusts before you’re obeying his commands, your pussy clenching rhythmically around his girth, as you dribble fluids around his flesh, gasping blissfully as you call out his name. Your walls caress his cock encouraging his own orgasm, which follows suit shortly after, as he shoots thick, white ropes of his cum inside of you, fucking it back into you before slowing his pace.
Hyunjin catches his breath without a word as he pulls out, observing the way his now-softening cock is completely coated in remnants of you, your juices even finding purchase on the wooden flooring beneath you.
He smooths your dress down again, contented to see his release hasn’t ruined the fabric even a little. Yet when he tucks his cock back into his own slacks, he chuckles at the sight of the stains that paint his expensive suit- for possibly the third time this month.
When you turn around to face him again, Hyunjin towers over you, hands shoved in his pockets once more, as he leans in to kiss you properly now.
“I love you,” he says sweetly, cocking his head toward the stairs. “Go put on something more comfortable.”
You meet his gaze with a smile, head still spinning at the events that unfolded this evening. And you don’t take his gaze off him as you watch him approach the door again, finally locking it for the evening.
warnings: nipple play, unprotected sex, sex in the woods, bondage, squirting
a/n: happy intl bday channie <3 i took some creative liberty with chan’s dryad abilities so if you’re a super mega dryad stan and are expecting something super accurate pls don’t hate me. anyways, i do hope you enjoy! reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)
the branches curling around the frame of the door curl tighter when you step close to it again. it’s almost as if they’re excited to see you, branches winding and leaves twitching in joy like they know you’re here for the one who resides inside.
the door opens easily when you twist the knob, and you’re stepping right into a thick forest from the hallway of your house. it doesn’t always open to the same place, but you’ve been here and around enough to know where you are. the door shuts when you step through it and onto the dirt path before you. the sunlight shines through the trees, light twinkling around you and illuminating spots on the leaves, the ground. you can hear the waterfall that rushes in the east, and that’s where you begin to head.
it takes you off the path, but that doesn’t worry you, you’re never in danger here.
a hummingbird buzzes past your head; you decide to pause so that you can take in the scenery around you before all of it becomes lost in the presence of him. your head lurches to the right when you hear a branch snap on the ground, and you’re met with a meandering doe and her fawn. they look at you with big, shining eyes before continuing on their way. it’s beautiful here, serene, the leaves on the trees rustle in the breeze, the birds chirp around you, and a giggle comes from your right.
you pretend like you don’t hear it, ducking your head to hide the smile that steadily grows on your face
chan is so cute and so is his squeaky, bright giggle.
he’s following you, shyly hiding behind the trees and the bushes and watching as you make your way to his tree, the one by the rushing waterfall. out of your periphery, you can see his curly haired head peeking out from over a thick branch, his mossy curls blending in with the leaves around him. there’s a squeaky giggle again before he ducks behind the tree. you smile; you can picture his sweet dimples now, the green tinted tips of his fingers clenching and unclenching with unbridled joy that you know he feels. it’s contagious, you feel it too. he always gets this way when he sees that you’ve returned to the forest, when he sees that you’ve returned to him.
the closer you get to the waterfall, the more excited chan gets. you can tell by the frantic rustling of the leaves you hear all around you; they can feel his excitement and decide to join in the fun one by one, and his giggles haven’t subsided a bit.
there’s a dip in the forest floor and a grand oak tree root protruding from the ground, thick and sturdy. you’ve stepped over it enough times that you absolutely should know the placement of it by now, but alas, the only thing on your mind is the sweet, joyful dryad behind you.
your shoe catches on the root and you hit the ground with an undignified oof, falling straight to your hands and knees. luckily it doesn’t hurt too bad, the soil on the forest floor is moist and soft, but your knees still sting where they press hard against the ground. the tree almost groans, and you hear a valiant crack from the oak before chan is by your side. the root vibrates as the branches of the tree begin to sway and crackle. it’s trying to make sure you’re alright, you think, and the moving branches only settle when you press your hand to the root that’s nearly trying to unearth itself completely to check on you.
“hey, i’m alright,” you promise, and the tree stills its movement. “i’m okay. just clumsy.”
that’s when you feel chan’s hand against your back. gone are the giggles and sweet, dimpled smile that must have adorned his handsome face just a moment prior. in its place is now a look of worry - his eyebrows furrow and his plump lips form a slight frown.
“you’re okay, yeah?” he asks. chan pets his hands over you like he’s checking for injuries and is only partially satisfied when he finds no traces of broken bones or ugly cuts. you’re fine, completely intact, minus the slight smarting of your knees and palms and the bruise to your pride.
“yeah, for sure. just- fell for you, is all.”
he blinks owlishly at you, and his ears blush green right before your very eyes. chan sputters for a moment, your own grin beginning to widen on your face while you watch him.
“you- hey! you- you did not, oh my gosh, haha. you’re- oh geez, you’re really alright?”
chan gives you his hands to help you stand up, and he eases back to the ground to clean the dirt from your knees. his thumbs are gentle when they swipe at the soil that sullies them. he presses a kiss against the heated skin next, one to your right and one to your left, before he takes your palms in his to give them the same treatment. he gazes up at you when he kisses the soft skin of your palm, lips lingering only a moment longer than they did on your knees. his attention has them feeling better already. you don’t know if dryads have healing powers or if it’s just a chan thing, but you wouldn’t be surprised if it was.
“i’m really alright,” you finally say, lightly lifting both of your hands so they can cup his face. he leans into your touch, eyes drooping contentedly when your thumbs caress the green tint of his blushing cheeks. “come on, take me to see the waterfall.”
it’s only a short trek from here, and the walk goes by quicker with chan finally by your side. you saw him a few days ago but it’s always nice to catch up with him, hear his lilting voice and watch his hands gesture in the air when he gets more and more into the story he’s telling you. you’re looking at him while you walk, eyes so completely focused on his expressive face that you hardly notice the change in color around you until he slows to a stop in front of his tree, his home.
“chan,” you breathe, breath leaving your lungs at once. “chan, it’s so beautiful…”
the grass on the forest floor still grows a vibrant, kelly green, but the plush leaves in the trees have turned to beautiful yellows and oranges and reds with the changing of the season. chan watches as you spin yourself in a slow circle to take everything in. the colors of fall span as far as the eye can see, and your gaze follows as an orange leaf snaps from the end of a branch and sways to the trickling waterfall below. the waterfall looks even more otherworldly with the new autumnal shades around it. you’ll dip your feet into the trickling stream with chan later, relax together and listen to the water rushing and cascading dreamily over the stones.
“yeah, it is beautiful,” chan echos, but when you look at him — with all your barely concealed amazement — he’s already looking at you. he smiles when you catch him, but it’s more sheepish than cocky or confident.
your lips meet his teeth when you lean in for a kiss and all it does is make him grin wider. as always, his joy is contagious, and you can’t help but smile with him. it continues like that until you’re giggling into each other's mouths, until he’s laying you down on the thick tree limb that snakes across the ground and curls back into the air at the tip.
chan’s tree is the biggest in the forest, the oldest and wisest and strongest. some of its branches are so thick and low to the ground that you can use them as a place to rest, others you can hang off of and play around on. the tree gave you chan; it gives him life, keeps him well, and you owe so much to this special, special tree.
you bite your lip when chan shyly spreads your legs and moves to stand between them. he straddles the branch and leans forward to continue kissing you breathless. chan tastes sweet when you slip your tongue into his mouth, earthy, and he groans loudly when you suck on his plump bottom lip. your hands are just as restless as his, they knead against his naked back, cup his shoulders, card through his mossy, curly hair while chan feels you up. his small hands are gentle when he touches you, but he’s almost desperate with want. his bottom lip only slips from your mouth when your head tips back against the branch, mouth open in an airy moan.
he cups your chest, squeezes the mounds of your tits as his pillowy lips trail from yours down to your neck.
your shirt unbuttons from the front, something plaid and oversized that you took out of the closet beside the hallway before you left. your fingers shake as they undo the buttons, and chan’s no help.
buttons are difficult for a dryad who wears no clothes.
his big nose nuzzles against your bra-clad breasts when your shirt is unbuttoned far enough. he hates bras, you know it, and his eyebrows furrow as he tries to pull it down far enough to press wet kisses to the supple skin of your chest.
“gosh, why d’you even wear this silly thing?” he grumbles.
“aww, you wanna see ‘em that bad?” you know the answer to that too. chan’s obsessed with your tits.
“i- yes. yeah, you know i do. come on, don’t be mean! please?”
he’s so fun to tease, your sweet, shy dryad, but you can hardly handle him when he gives you those puppy dog eyes. those little sapling eyes, or something like that. he always uses them to his advantage.
it’s a blessing that your bra unhooks from the front as well. the fabric of your shirt and padded bra collect at your armpits, and chan helps you sit up so he can take them off all together. your back arches when he lays you back down against the smooth bark of the tree - it’s cool against your heated, sweaty skin. chan uses the bow of your back as an opportunity to take two handfuls of your bared breasts. he looks from one to the other in awe, tongues his cheek before he licks up the valley in the middle of your chest.
your nipples come next; he goes back and forth between the two of them until your legs are squeezing shut around his bare hips. his fingers circle the peak of one while he focuses his mouth on the other.
“fuck me, fuck me, ‘m really wet,” you whimper, wriggling on the branch to try and scoot your pants down your legs. it takes the two of you to pull them down after chan makes surprisingly quick work of your boots, and you’re finally naked together.
you go to spread your legs wider but yelp when you teeter on the width of the branch. it was already embarrassing enough to fall once today and you’d rather not do it again, especially not naked and needy. chan’s strong hands shoot out to steady your hips, but that’s not all that does.
half of the bones in his skeleton are shrouded by tree wood, and the nature of his unique, foliar body allows him to do equally unique, foliar things.
green vines snake quickly from his shoulders to steady you as well, wrapping snugly around your arms and your thighs to keep you still. it takes your breath away for a moment, your sudden lack of movement, and it looks as if chan isn’t faring any better.
he greens even further, and the flush seeps down to his neck. it’s so handsome, so endearing, just like everything about him. chan is embarrassed, already fretting about the vines that wrapped around your body without his permission. he blinks hard, glancing to the sky for a second before looking back down at your unmoving body.
“i’m so sorry, i didn’t- um! sometimes they- haha, they like, have a mind of their own, and we thought you were gonna fall, so- so… sorry, this is so embarrassing.”
despite his worrying, the vines stay stubbornly wrapped around you. it’s comforting, really. they’re smooth enough that they aren’t uncomfortable against your skin and it’s honestly nice to have some added protection against falling.
“hey, nah, come on,” chan pouts, but the vines don’t move. “um, they’re not- they won’t…”
your eyes snap to his. you'll show him how much you really don’t mind, give him a bit of a show. the vines allow you enough leeway to lift your arms above your head and cross your wrists - they slither from your arms to wrap around your crossed wrists instead, and chan watches in wonder as you twist your hands to test the movement. chan’s vines are loose enough that they don’t cut off the circulation, but they’re wrapped snug around you. you’re not going anywhere unless they want you to.
they curl tighter around your thighs too, pushing your legs to your chest and wrapping themselves around your thighs and shins to keep them close together.
you’re spread completely open for him, unable to hide yourself from chan’s roaming eyes if you were to suddenly feel shy. it makes you moan, the lack of movement allowed to you and the spectacle you must make for him.
“f-fuck, chan, oh my god,” you whimper. he pets your stomach, caresses the space between your breasts with tender fingers as he watches on with sparkles in his eyes. “get in me. fuck, fuck. please?”
“yeah. yeah, okay. you sure?”
he doesn’t make you wait. he never really does, not when he’s just as desperate for it as you are. he leans further over the branch so he can brace his forearm on it and kiss you while his other hand takes hold of his cock and nudges the tip against the give of your wet hole. the stretch has your toes curling right away. he’s big, so big that it feels like he’s in your throat, and the vines snake between your fingers when you squirm like they’re holding your hands.
chan’s panting, eyes locked on where he spears you open. you clench on him and he nearly shouts. his eyes widen before he blinks rapidly and gives you one deep thrust inside. “you’re a menace.”
you’re horny, that’s what you are. you wouldn’t have to be a menace if he’d just get on with it and fuck you. if his vines weren’t holding you still, you’d have already taken matters into your own hands by now, fucked yourself down on his big cock until you both saw stars and were cumming together.
“fucking- please! please let me have it. channie!” you cry, voice wobbling with your rising need.
he just nods, bites his fat bottom lip in concentration and rolls his hips roughly. the sound of it is incredible, you can hear it over the constant rushing of the waterfall and the serene trickle of the river it connects to. his balls slap against the skin of your ass, his cock fucks wet noises from your cunt like it’s going out of style. it’s a beautiful mixture, the sounds of the forest and the sounds of your love combined into one.
chan is tinted green all the way down his chest. he’s sweating now, and the veins in his neck and arms protrude with the effort he’s putting in to fuck you good.
“nnnuh,” he grunts. another wounded noise leaves his pretty lips when you clench on him again. “butterfly, that- oh fuck, fuck. your little pussy…”
“‘s tight, huh?” a pitiful nod, but he fucks you harder. “wet?” another nod. “you like it?”
“i want you to squirt all over me,” chan grits through his teeth. it takes a moment, but he shakes his head rapidly like he just heard his own words from someone else’s perspective. “s-sorry, sorry- gosh, i really didn’t mean t-to say that.”
you’ll do it though. you’ll squirt all over his dick when he makes you cum, squirt until you’re drenching him like he wants. until you’re drenching yourself.
chan leans back on his palms and slows his thrusts, focusing now on hitting you deep. he’s a sight like this - muscular torso on perfect display, almost posing like an adonis that you could only dream of. your eyes cross when his thrusts hit that sweet, gummy spot inside, and the only reason you fight to uncross them is to see the way his corded muscles work while he fucks you good.
the vines tighten their hold on your wrists and legs - that’s when you feel yourself being moved, and you yelp out a high pitched ooh! when they tug you down on chan’s slowly pistoning cock. he was already deep before but it’s so good that it almost hurts now, with the vines shunting you down on his cock right as he thrusts forward. you can definitely squirt like this, you have half the mind to think, you’ll give him what he asked for with no doubt. the angle of his cock hits you right where you need it, angled upwards just enough where he rubs against that spot that gets your thighs shaking without fail.
“that’s it for me, right there. i- oh my gosh, you’ll- you’ll cum for me?” he aks, begs, adjusting his palms on the branch again to keep his pace and position steady. “want you to fucking cum, butterfly. on me, all over me, shhhit- all fucking over me.”
it doesn’t take much more after that. chan’s fluid thrusts, paired with a soft little leaf from one of his vines that comes down to flutter against your swollen, achy clit, get you there and take you further. your orgasm feels almost life changing - the vines pull you down on chan’s cock so roughly that you clench hard enough to push it out of you. that’s how you squirt, clenching and gushing over nothing until chan frantically brings the tip of his cock to your clit and shakes it. it sends your juices flying everywhere, splashes against his taut stomach and covers your quivering thighs until you’re gulping down mouthfuls of air to calm yourself down. you’d writhe around if you could, but the grip of the vines won’t let you.
chan is happy to jerk himself off above you and cum that way, but that’s not what you want. you want him to cum inside, plant his seed inside of you until you’re leaking with him. so you beg. “use me,” you plead, batting your tear-clumped eyelashes at him the way you know he loves. “use me to cum, chan, please? please keep- don’t stop fucking me.”
he’s helpless when it comes to you, when it comes to giving you what you want, so he sheaths himself back inside and rolls his hips again. he’s blanketing you now, leaning over you so that he can look into your eyes and feel the bounce of your tits against the bulk of his chest.
chan doesn’t take long either, not with you milking his cock the way you are. he’s slick all the way up to his pecs with sweat and your squirt. you’re wet when you press together, and that’s what does him in, the glisten of your sex-warm skin.
chan cums deep inside like he always does. it’s a bit of a wait, but it’s something you’re used to now and that you even look forward to. he orgasms hard because the process is so unhurried, and his sap-like cum oozes from the tip of his cock to coat your insides. you’ll be sticky all over when he manages to climb off of you, but that’s nothing a dip in the river can’t fix.
his dimples pop on his cheeks when he sees the dazed look in your eyes. chan smiles at you sweetly, nuzzling his nose with yours and pressing a kiss to your lips. the vines unwrap themselves from your wrists and legs when they realize what you want, and you wrap your limbs around chan the first moment you’re able to.
“song of my soul,” he breathes. your heart thumps heavily in your chest.
“sap,” you say back, but he knows that he’s yours too.
“for you? always. and like- kinda literally too, haha.”
Felix’s slender fingers trace every inch of your body as he works your flesh in gentle, circular massages. His elbows knead between your shoulder blades, applying just enough pressure to elicit a satisfied sigh from between your parted lips. He works down the length of your spine, paying special attention to the small of your back with the pads of his fingers. And then his hands roll your shoulders in comforting motions, as his lips find their way to the crook of your neck.
“You smell good,” he remarks, earning a half-smile from you, who leans back into his skillful touch. His kisses don’t cease, working down the base of your neck until he’s nibbling at your collarbones now, hitched breaths swirling against your skin as he adjusts himself to be a little closer to you.
“You want to?” Felix then asks, and you smile again, already knowing he was going to ask by the methodical process he follows.
“I can’t,” you reply sheepishly, turning around to face him now. He takes your palms in his, bringing your knuckles up to press a chaste kiss against them.
“Why?” Felix asks against your fingers, continuing to roll them against his lips.
“I’m on my period,” you reply, cocking your head almost apologetically.
“I don’t mind,” Felix practically interrupts to say.
His eyebrows arch up in an almost pleading manner, and you observe the way he adjusts his position on the mattress for the dozenth time now, doing his best to conceal the hard-on beneath his flannel pajama pants.
“You’re not in the mood?” He then inquires, his tender kisses trailing up your wrist.
“It’s not that,” you reply, shifting your position beside him, too. Maybe it’s obvious to him that you are horny- just not enough to soak his freshly-washed sheets in blood.
“It’s- the blood,” you explain to him. “It’s only my second day, so it’s really heavy. It’ll just be messy, and difficult, and probably gross for you.”
Felix chuckles in response, his hands finding your waist now, as he interjects with a tender kiss to your lips now.
“I can still make you feel good,” Felix counters.
He hoists himself off the bed now, over to the little wooden nightstand to the left of you, and then he digs around the drawer briefly, before making his way over again.
You chuckle when you observe the bright pink object grasped between his fingers, already very familiar with the sight of it. A compact vibrator he purchased for you not long ago, usually put to good use when he’s away for long periods of time. He’s used it on you maybe twice since purchasing, both of you generally preferring to use his fingers, or his tongue, and especially his cock to pleasure you. But with the current circumstances, and a rhythmic ache still lingering between your legs, you’ll take what you can get.
Felix maintains an amused smile on his face when he instructs you to undress while he retrieves a towel from the bathroom. You’re a little reluctant to in his presence, never having presented yourself nude to Felix on your period like this. But when he assists in splaying the towel over the mattress, and then gestures for you to lie down, you’re reminded that Felix is- and always has been, nothing less than a gentleman during intimacy.
“Are you comfortable?” He asks, hovering over your figure now and steadying himself up with one hand. You nod beneath him, reaching up to tuck a long strand of blonde hair behind his freckled ear. He responds with a sweet kiss to your pouted lips, and then he glances down between your bodies, as he starts up the vibrator.
The quiet buzz fills the silence of the room, and Felix brushes it lightly against your inner thigh as he leans in to kiss you properly now, his lips working against you eagerly. He does his best not to rut against you as he kisses you, his flannel pajama bottoms grazing your flesh as he lets the friction caress his erection. And then as his kisses trail to your neck, the vibrator trails to your clit. Felix smiles against your skin when he hears you audibly gasp at the sensation, the consistent vibrations sending shivers up your spine as you spread a little further for him. He alternates between holding it against your sensitive bud, and then gliding it back and forth, moving with such ease over the already lubricated area.
“Feel good?” Felix asks, though he can already guess your answer by the little moans you let out.
“So good,” you affirm, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his golden locks. “Will you press it harder?”
Felix does as he’s told, pushing the pink toy a little firmer against you, eliciting a groan from between your drooly lips.
“Harder, baby,” you challenge.
Felix furrows his brows, now, glancing down between you at the toy. It’s coated in a sheen layer of crimson, also present on the tips of his fingers now. The sight isn’t jarring to Felix at all, who knew very well this is what the act would entail. But the toy seems to sound quieter than before, and for a brief moment, he wonders if he’s broken it.
“What is it?” You ask him, bucking your hips away from his hand.
You sit up to glance at the toy too, quickly embarrassed at the sight of your period blood coating the bright pink silicone.
“Oh my god,” you remark in a shaky voice. “I told you it’d be messy. I’ll clean it, could you just get me a towel-”
“It’s not that,” Felix says with a chuckle. He brings the toy up to eye-level, rotating it around in his grasp and frowning slightly. “I think it’s… dying, or something.”
At this, you watch him bring it up to his ear, where he attempts to get a better listen at the vibration. Like he’d predicted, the vibrator sounds much quieter now, hardly emitting any noise, as the vibration is nearly nonexistent in his touch. He flips it off, and then on again, being met with the same weak rhythm. And then he does it twice more, before the toy stops working altogether.
“When was the last time you charged it?” Felix asks, sitting up to glance around the room for the charger.
“I dunno,” you reply, steadying your upper body with two hands as you observe his movements. You groan when he departs from you entirely, making his way to the nightstand, where he now fishes around the drawer for a charger, coming up with nothing,
“Did you take it with you anywhere?” He asks, scratching the back of his head in a confused manner. “I don’t even see the charger here.”
“Forget the charger,” you chime in from the bed, pressing your upper thighs together for some sense or relief. Felix wraps the toy in a tissue, placing it carefully on the nightstand, before shooting you an amused smile.
“You sound a little eager there,” he teases, making his way back toward you. “If only there was something we could do about it.”
You groan at his teasing, throwing your head back in annoyance at the pressing ache between your legs.
“We don’t have any others?” You ask him, though you already know the answer.
“Not unless there are any I don’t know about.”
He watches you squirm helplessly atop the towel, your eyes shutting frustratedly as you can only fantasize about the feeling of when the toy was doing its job properly, sending delicious vibrations along your aching clit and assisting you in reaching your high.
“Too bad there’s no one here to help you,” Felix teases again.
You open your eyes again to the sight of Felix much closer now, his hand palming over the erection beneath his pajama pants. He’s even harder than he was before, and between that, and the cocky smile he wears on his face, you can tell what he’s getting at.
“It’s going to be even messier than the toy,” you explain to him. “I don’t know that you’ll be into it.”
“There’s nothing about a little blood I can’t handle,” Felix counters. He hoists himself on the bed once more, hovering over your body again, before burying his face in the crook of your neck. And then before you can give an answer, he’s pulling back again, preparing to leave the mattress again.
“You’re right,” he says plainly. “Too messy. Oh, well.”
“Wait!” you blurt out instinctively, and he meets your gaze again with a surprised look.
“I mean…” you begin to say, embarrassed at your very clear desperation. “We could… try, maybe.”
Felix leans in again to graze his lips over yours, not yet kissing you, as he tugs his own pants down over his erection.
“Ask for it,” Felix commands.
“Please,” you beg, squirming beneath him when you take notice of the fact that he’s not wearing any boxers under his flannel bottoms. “Please, that stupid toy got me so worked up.”
“I’m sure it did,” Felix replies, his hands caressing the sides of your waist as he positions himself over you. He keeps a steady grip on the base of his cock, angling his tip so that it’s just grazing over your soaking entrance, and then he pauses his actions again before speaking.
“Look at you, all hot and bothered for me,” Felix muses with a smile. He rubs his thumb back and forth along your flesh soothingly, and then he bucks his hips forward as he leans in to kiss you, slipping inside of you with complete ease.
It’s almost unbelievable how well you take him, not having to adjust your position even slightly for him to bottom out inside of you. His tip kisses your cervix almost instantaneously, and you’re letting out a fervent moan at the contact, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in even closer to you.
“Just like that,” you say breathlessly, and Felix bites his tongue from remarking that he hasn’t even begun to move yet.
Yet when he does begin to, pulling back and then thrusting forward with the slightest movement, a heavy groan escapes his lips, his cock twitching once at the sensation. Felix has fucked you dozens of times- but he’s not sure he’s ever felt you so tight- and wet, for him. The entirety of his girth is enwreathed in your warmth as he fucks the crimson deeper into you, completely high off the feeling of you gushing around his length. It’s like he’s fucking you for the first time all over again, and Felix can’t help but quicken his pace when he feels you dig your nails into his bare back.
“Feels so good,” you groan up at him, attempting to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. It’s less of a kiss, and more of you panting breathlessly against his parted lips, as he continues to fuck you at a rhythmic pace now.
“Yeah?” Felix inquires, his tongue swirling around yours as he moves a little faster inside of you. “You like when I make you beg for it? So horny when you’re on your period for me, baby. So fucking wet.”
He groans at his own speech, a string of drool dribbling from his lips onto yours, mirroring the blood that dribbles between your upper thighs and onto him. He couldn’t care less about this mess being a product of your menstruation- in fact, he’s pretty sure it’s ten times more arousing when you’re allowing yourself to be this vulnerable around him.
Felix’s groans transition to an orchestra of high-pitched gasps now, as he fucks you even faster, the sound of his hips smacking eagerly against yours and accompanying the lewd sloshing from between your tangled bodies. He can hardly form a coherent sentence by this point, muttering a string of “fuck” and “baby” as he shuts his eyes in pure bliss. And then his breath hitches in the back of his throat as he feels you clench desperately around him.
“Cum for me,” Felix orders breathlessly. “Make a mess for me, baby, yeah? Fuck, I wanna see you cum for me so bad.”
It hardly sounds like the familiar low pitch of Felix’s voice when he’s whimpering commands like this, but it’s somehow even more arousing to see that he’s so lost in pleasure, he barely even sounds like the Felix you know.
“Cum for me,” Felix says again.
And when you open your eyes to observe the arch of his eyebrows, and his pink parted lips as he continues to thrust into your sopping pussy, you finally do, a gush of blood and arousal coating his cock in a slick mess.
Felix lets out a guttural moan when you do- one you’ve never heard before, as he slows his movements inside of you. And then as he relishes in the sensation of your fluids trickling down onto the bed sheets below him, and his cock practically sloshing in your wetness, Felix reaches his orgasm, letting out a series of whimpers when he empties himself inside of you.
One glance between your bodies is enough to gauge the mess you’ve both made- the towel is damp with spots of sweat, and cum and blood alike. And yet all Felix can do is smile when he finally pulls out again, rolling onto his side and catching his breath for a moment.
“Feel better?” He asks, his fingertips brushing against yours tenderly.
“Much,” is all you can say back, shooting him a satisfied grin as your chest rises and falls.
When Felix sits up again, he tucks a piece of blonde hair behind his ear, furrowing his brows at the desk across the room.
“The charger,” he says simply. “It’s there, by the lamp.”
“Forget the charger,” you interject.
He turns to face you again, his lips pulling into a smile as he watches you shut your eyes once more.
“If a little blood doesn’t bother you, then I prefer this to the vibrator on any day of my period.”
“God, Hyunjin’s so annoying,” Jisung remarks, as he shoves his way past the door and into the bathroom.
The faint sounds of chatter can be heard when he gets quiet again, observing the way you touch up your crimson lipstick in the mirror. There’s a rhythmic thump from the heavy bass of the speakers downstairs, and when he glances at the door to ensure it’s locked, he can almost swear he still hears Hyunjin’s obnoxious tone filling the room with tales of his pretentious college life as an art major.
“Jisung, you’re not really supposed to follow a girl into the bathroom,” you say to him, chuckling lightly.
“What? It’s not like you’re taking a piss or something. You’re just doing your makeup again.”
You sigh frustratedly, biting back a smile at the sight of Jisung leaning against the wall behind you, a bottle of apple juice in hand and his arms folded over his broad chest.
It’s almost pathetic how clingy your best friend can be- completely sober at every social outing, always sulking about how much he despises the atmosphere.
“I’m just going because you’re going,” he’ll usually say, and you know it to be true by the way he follows you around like a lost puppy. Always voicing his distaste for the people, or the music, or sometimes the food. Typically a little annoyed if there are more men than women, but also painfully awkward in the presence of any woman besides yourself. Fidgeting around on his phone as though a game of Tetris might somehow make the evening go faster- in between strings of texts to you, of course, begging to just call it a night already.
“He’s not annoying,” you finally say, and Jisung scoffs in response.
“Nobody cares that he studied abroad for a semester. And I’m sure anybody could paint the way he does.”
“Sounds like you’re just a little jealous,” you say, raising an eyebrow, as you blot your lips with a folded tissue.
“Jealous?” He retorts, his eyebrows arching up as though he’s pleading for you to think otherwise. “You’re just saying that because you want to fuck him.”
Jisung waits for you to argue with him, taking a swig of his apple juice as he prepares for you to pivot on your heel and yell at him for implying such a far-fetched idea. But when several seconds of silence pass, he swallows nervously, knowing that this is an even worse outcome that he was preparing himself for.
“What, so I’m right?” Jisung chimes in again with a chuckle. His fingers run along the grooves of the plastic bottle, pupils trembling, as he hears you sigh loudly.
“I think he’s cute,” is all you say, mentally preparing yourself for the fit he’ll inevitably throw at the confession.
“Hyunjin?” Jisung voices, like you haven’t been talking about him for the entirety of your conversation so far. “Are you serious? Wow, you really do have the worst taste in guys.”
He takes a step forward, placing the now-empty bottle on the granite counter by your makeup bag and meeting your gaze in the mirror.
“Do you do it on purpose?” He questions, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips as one hand runs through his tousled black hair. “Choose the worst guys to thirst over?”
“He’s not the worst, Jisung. You just don’t like him- that’s different.”
“I don’t like him because he’s the worst.”
When you finally do pivot around, Jisung is surprisingly close to you, his fingertips practically grazing the hem of your skirt as his gaze meets yours. He swallows nervously at the proximity, hands shoving awkwardly into the pockets of his jeans, as he towers over you.
“What’s a guy like Hyunjin have,” Jisung begins, observing the way you straighten your posture to maintain a confident stance. “That a guy like me, doesn’t have?”
You can’t help but chuckle at the question, your heartbeat quickening in your chest at the sight of him this close to you.
It’s a fair question- one you’ll never be able to conjure up a proper answer to, considering there’s really nothing Hyunjin has that Jisung doesn’t. Sure, he’s an artist, and he’s remarkably handsome. But Jisung is both of those things, too- he’s also funny, charming, adorably clingy. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be smitten with Jisung, too- except he’s your best friend, and nothing more.
“Nothing,” you say candidly.
Jisung furrows his brows in confusion at your response.
“You never call me cute,” he argues. “It’s always some stupid frat guy, or a total jock, or a painter. Not that I care, anyway, but you’re not really helping your case by admitting that we share no real discrepancies, and yet you still favor him-”
It’s you who kisses Jisung first, leaning forward just an inch to press a chaste kiss to his pouty lips, your eyes shut while his eyes widen in surprise. When you pull back again, he scans your face for some sign of this being a cruel joke, but there’s no clear indication in your otherwise unreadable expression.
“What was that for?” Jisung asks, his heart racing in his chest. He hopes you can’t tell that he’s already hard beneath his jeans, desperate for you to do it again- maybe take it even further, the way he’s always wished you would.
“You’re annoying,” is all that you say to him, stepping back to hoist yourself onto the granite counter. You assume a spot on the counter beside the sink, hands by your sides, your eyes locked on his as though you’re beckoning for him to continue.
Jisung isn’t sure if he should make a move, knowing you’ll probably just complain that he’s not Hyunjin. But when he takes a single step forward, his lips hovering over yours once more, there’s not a complaint uttered from between your parted lips. Instead, your heavy breathing, as your hands pull him in by the thin black tank top he sports, pressing your lips back to his to kiss him properly this time.
It’s clear how badly Jisung’s always wanted this, by the way that he slips his tongue between your lips, moaning softly between motions as his hands part your legs. When he separates momentarily to slip your sweater off, he’s mesmerized by the lacy brassiere you sport, having gotten off to the thought of it several dozens of times before.
His lips find yours again, working down your neck in hungry motions, as though he’s trying to paint your flesh in as many bruises as he possibly can with the few minutes he has you like this in the bathroom.
“Jisung,” you say to him, your fingers traveling to his crotch and palming his bulge over his jeans.
He practically reads your mind before you can make your request, his nimble fingers working down to undo his belt and snake his jeans down his slender waist. And then all at once he’s in just his underwear, his cock straining desperately against the fabric, as he toys with the waistband of your panties, too.
“Please, can I?” Jisung asks, almost pathetically, as he emits a soft moan before he can elaborate. Your hands massage his clothed bulge, fascinated at how big your best friend feels when he’s hard- and all of it for you only.
He groans when the contact is broken again, but only for your hands to tug his underwear down and effectively free his erection for you. And when your head tilts to observe the sight of his pink cock leaking with precum, he buries his face in your neck again pulling your flesh between his teeth and whispering little pleas to let him pleasure you.
“Sorry I’m not some frat boy, or an artist,” Jisung mumbles against you, rutting against your thigh like an animal in heat. “But I guarantee I want this more than they do.”
An involuntary chuckle escapes your lips before you grasp his chiseled face between your hands, forcing his gaze onto yours and kissing him passionately.
“If you’re gonna fuck me,” you say to him, your hands traveling down to pull down your own underwear. “Then get on with it already.”
His lips pull into a toothy grin against your mouth as one hand wraps around the base of his cock, the other hand guiding your legs a little wider as he positions himself in front of you. He taps the tip of his cock against your clit in anticipation as he kisses you again, and you moan softly at the sensation, your arms wrapping around him to pull him in even closer. At the same time you do, he thrusts himself inside of you, slipping past your lips with ease, his girth completely engulfed by your wetness.
Jisung’s eyes seem to roll back when he’s finally inside of you, quickening his movements without a second to spare as he thrusts in and out of you, his hips rutting frantically, like you’ll change your mind if he slows down to remind you it’s your best friend fucking you. But your movements are frantic, too, clawing at his broadened back as he slips his tongue between your lips again, his cock hitting every inch of you and filling you up in a way you’re not sure you’ve ever been satisfied before. One hand reaches up to steady himself on the glass mirror behind you, pressing desperately against the foggy glass, as he fucks you a little faster now, grunts escaping his lips with every thrust, as his other hand steadies your waist.
“Fuck,” Jisung remarks, head hanging to watch his cock disappear in and out of you. “He could never fuck you like this. Do you know how hard you make me?”
“Yeah,” is all you can say back, and it’s unclear whether it’s an answer to your question, or a verbal display of blissful pleasure. Either way, when he meets your gaze again to kiss you, he feels your nails dig into his back, your walls clenching around him as you near your finish.
“I’m gonna cum,” you breathe out to him, trying to catch your breath as his movements maintain their quick pace.
And for a brief moment, you’re reminded that Jisung is your best friend- and he has been for several years now, despite your knowledge of him always wanting something more. He makes no effort to hide it from you, of course, frequently caught staring at your chest a little bit too long, inquiring about your one night stands, or even insisting he tag along on dates to “keep an eye out for you”. Perhaps there have been a few comments here and there about how he’d have fucked you long ago if you weren’t friends first and foremost, or that you check every box for a woman of his standards. But the confusion is nothing but a fleeting concern for another day, as you’re brought back to the sensation of his fingers gripping your waist, his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust.
Jisung’s been spewing his perversions all the while your mind’s run elsewhere, admitting that he’s “always thought about you like this”, and that “he’s never been this hard for another girl before”. And the rest is indistinguishable as his voice raises an octave, begging to cum inside of you, as he fucks you particularly hard now.
Before he can even announce that he’s close- or perhaps he already has, Jisung is indeed cumming inside of your throbbing sex, as he buries his lips in the crook of your neck, littering sloppy kisses down to your clavicles. He doesn’t slow his thrusts just yet- in fact, his breathing grows labored as he begins to fuck his release in and out of you now, meeting your lips once more as he attempts to speak.
“Are you close?” Jisung asks, whimpering at the sensation of your pussy clenching down around his length. “I’ll stop when you finish, too.”
And the words are dizzying, to hear that he’s so insistent on putting your pleasure first- something you’re not sure any guy has done for you before. Of course if it was going to be anyone, it’d be your perverted best friend and longtime admirer, who’s only dreamt of getting you to cum for him.
“I’m gonna cum,” you say for the second time this evening, while Jisung is still half-hard inside of you. His thrusts are a little shallower, but he keeps a steady pace, just grazing your lips with his as he works you to your release.
He might be persistent, and his mind may run a little too rampant with thoughts of you- both of which work in your favor, you now know, when you finally feel yourself clench one last time around him, throbbing as you gasp for air during your release. In one swift motion, your fluids are trickling down around his cock, and he’s groaning at the sensation, fucking the last of his release, and now yours, back into you.
His panting slows its course as he pulls out of you, scrambling to collect a wad of tissues to assist you in getting cleaned up. As you hoist yourself off the counter, you can’t help but keep your gaze on his, cocking your head curiously, as he fastens his belt once more and tousles his hair in the mirror.
“I suppose we should head back out there,” Jisung states casually, gesturing at the door.
It’s you now, who can’t seem to stop staring at the broad chest he flaunts beneath his tank top, eyeing his slender waist and his veiny hands. He’s a good fuck- perhaps also skilled with his fingers, and most definitely his tongue. The sink is just big enough for him to bury his face between your legs- and outside, the party is just busy enough so that nobody would notice if you stayed here another half, maybe even a full hour.
“I dunno,” you say to Jisung, fiddling awkwardly with the hem of your bra. “We could… stay here a bit longer?”
He smirks, as though this was his plan all along, and then he pulls his shirt off over his head before he can relay a proper answer.
“You’re annoying,” is all Jisung replies, using your own words against you, as he hoists you back onto the granite counter.
Warnings: Unprotected sex, Creampie, (P in V), dirty talk, use of princess, Oral (F), sorry if I missed any, not proofread so sorry for any mistakes
This was requested from my prompt list 6: “you weren’t supposed to hear that”
A/N: I’m sorry if this is all over the place. I haven’t had time to even think *Sigh* so I’m sorry if it’s not my best.
-🖤
Working late today, you just felt so exhausted from the long shift. Feeling tired and stressed you were honestly ready to scream. You were gonna head home but your friend’s place was a lot closer, You stayed there often especially after late shifts. You didn’t think he’d mind, he was probably still awake anyways. You shot him a message about crashing there but he never responded. You figured he was just working on something. When you go to his place you knocked before reaching for the space key he had given you.
Opening the door it was pretty quiet surprisingly. Normally there was at least music playing but nothing. You stayed quiet thinking he was probably just asleep. Making your way to the spare bedroom you placed your stuff down heading to the bathroom. You started to wash your face when you heard a noise. You tilted your head thinking you heard Chan call for you. The silence was so loud though, thinking you were going crazy you wiped your face.
Making your way back to the room you heard your name again, this time you really heard it. It sounded soft and then again this time mixed with noises and then you heard it “fuck y/n you feel so good.” Hearing this made your stomach flip. A knot in it slowly building as you walked towards his room. The door was half way open, peering in you saw him. He was bent over a pillow fully naked as he was thrusting into the makeshift ‘body’ he had made. You knew you shouldn’t be watching, you’d be mortified if he’d see you but god- did he look good.
His toned body glistening with sweat as moans and groans left his mouth. His movements were everywhere as he pushed himself in and out of the pillow. He gripped it tightly head falling backwards “fuck y/n I wanna fill you- ah- ah fuck need you wrapped around me” his words pour out like a faucet. “Y/n fuck- y/n” he moaned. The scene in front of you was turning you on more than you’d like to admit. Chans been your friend for a while now but he was definitely hot no doubt about it.
That smile of his alone made you weak but hearing him like this just- made a pool in your panties. He started moving not wanting to be found out as a creeper you quickly moved to the side. Nothing could have prepared you for the sweet noise you were about to hear “y/n! Fuck! Ah- cu-cuming!” The low groan he left out followed by moans and whimpers as he came. You stood there almost drooling over how hot he sounded. So many thoughts were swirling in your head that you didn’t hear him walking towards the door.
As he walked out he looked over at you, doing a double take trying to figure if he was tripping. “How long have you been- here?” He said his voice a bit shaky. You couldn’t think straight not after hearing what you did. Not only that but he was now standing infront of you fully naked. His cock slightly still hard, his body red glistening with sweat. “I uhm-“ you stuttered out eyes glancing over him.
“Y/n- I- how much did you hear?” He said his eyes burning a hole into you. “Well I” your words just wouldn’t come out. Everything just getting stuck like a cat actually had your tongue. “Fuck- you weren’t supposed to hear any of that- I mean obviously.. I didn’t know you were coming- I’m sorry- I hope you don’t think I’m weird. It’s just-“ he sighed. “You’re so- pretty and you always pop in my mind when I’m doing this and- and I can’t help it” he continues to ramble.
As he’s talking about it you could see his cock twitching like, being caught or telling you about it was turning him on again. You subconsciously rubbed your legs together, feeling hornier than you ever have. “Why didn’t you just ask for my help?” Your words came out without you even thinking about it. His eyes widened “are- are you serious?” He asked. “I- uhm I yes I’m serious” you stuttered out, eyes meeting for the first time. Without a second of thought he pulled you to him lips crashing into yours. His tongue found its way into your mouth his hands came down wrapping around your waist. He picked you up wrapping your legs around him making you squeal. He chuckled before chasing after your lips once again.
As he laid you down his hands frantically wondered your body. Finding their way to your pants he quickly pulled them down, his hands came under your legs lifting them up. He pressed himself between you his cock pressing against your folds, The contact making you both moan. He moved his hips his cock head coming up to press against your clit. His lips were making their way down to your neck sucking harshly at the skin. Both of you were desperate “Chan- please” you begged breathily hands pulling him to you.
He didn’t even hesitate before letting himself slip into you. Hands gripping tightly to him desperate for more contact. He didn’t move right away the feeling too good for him already. He must have been still for to long though, because you started to whine “move” you said softly. He looked down at you with the most fucked out face as he started to move slowly. He was so lost in the feeling of you, so drunk off of you he bottomed out almost immediately. His cock head kissing your cervix ever so perfectly.
“God you feel even better than I expected” he moaned. His movement were all over the place. He leaned down to you kissing you sloppily his tongue lapping at yours teeth biting at your bottom lip. His hands griped onto your legs desperately trying to find something to anchor him. He felt like he was in a dream, just minutes before he was getting off to the thought of you. Now he’s getting off with you, with him deep inside you. Your body felt addicting, he craved it needed it or he possible might die. “Y/n fuck I’m-“ he started to say his head falling back.
“Cum for me Chris, fuck- please” you say but he shook his head “n-no i wanna savor this moment. Need it to last longer.” He said before pulling out before you could even protest at the loss of him he was going down your body. His lips attached to your wet cunt like some hungry animal. He was fucking you with his tongue his fingers playing with your clit. Your body arched at the feeling moaning his name as you gripped at his hair. “Fuck!” Is all you could get out as he switched. Fingers now pumping into as he sucked harshly at your clit. “Cum for me- please I wanna taste every bit of you.” He said his words coming out like a plea.
He sped his movements up biting softly at your sensitive nub, you uncontrollably started to move your hips. Bucking them grinding into his tongue as you chased your high. “That’s it baby cum for me, fuck cum for princess” he said feeling you clench around his fingers. You came hard, harder than you ever have before. Pulling his hair hard almost screaming his name as your body levitated from the mattress. He continued through your high before quickly coming up to you. He leaned his head against yours eyes looking into each others.
He guided himself into you once again cock moving in and out, he watched as your face contorted in pleasure. Becoming sensitive from just cumming you felt a bigger knot in your stomach. It was already building once again as each thrust hit your g-spot. “Fuck- you feel so good. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I’ve wanted you. Fuck y/n! Fuck! Fuck!” He groaned out sitting up gripping your hips as he pushed deeper into you. His hand came down to play with your clit, thrust becoming sloppier. As you looked up at him the view was magnificent, his eyes were glossed over, lips swollen and mouth half open.
“I’m so fucking close y/n” he breathed out “Chris- c- cum inside” you moaned. The look on his face was everything, a mixture of shock and pure ecstasy “Yeah? I can? Really?” He said in disbelief. You nod yes making him groan. He leaned his body down laying it against yours head in the crook of your neck. He started to thrust sloppier into you his hand on your clit moving frantically. “I’m gonna fill you full, gonna fill this pretty pussy so full it only wants me” he said against your ear. “Y/n you’re all mine ok? Please I need you to be all mine” he babbled on.
He leaned up looking into your eyes “tell me please- say it” he said eyes locked on you. “Chris- I’m all yours. Only yours.” And with those words it pushed him over the edge his body was stuttering inside you cuming deep as he let out moans and curses. As he came the feeling of it mixed with the feeling of him playing with your abused clit made you cum. Something you didn’t expect though as you came it felt different, until you heard him groan even more “princess- fuck squirting all over me?” He said his voice shaky.
No one has ever been able to make you squirt but here you were covered in your mess, it covering Chans body. “Y/n did you really mean it? Are you all mine?” He said moving to look at you again. “Yes, I’d love to be all yours.” He smiled widely kissing you lovingly. You two stayed cuddled into each other for a few before Chan broke the silence. “Let’s go shower yeah?” You nodded “if I can walk” your comment making you both burst out laughing.
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