They reject you and you distance yourself (SKZ Hyung line)
Hello! I wasn't planning on making a new tumblr today but here we are.
Scenario: You recently confessed your feelings to bsf!skz and they didn't feel the same, but let you down gently. Now you're pulling away from them and they don't like it.
Let me know what you think! Please like, reblog or comment if you want to see a Maknae line version <3
Notes: Part 2! In case it wasn't clear from the previous instalment, SKZ are not idols in this story.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated <3
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Hyunjin woke from a fitful sleep and groaned as he stretched out his stiff muscles. He must have passed out on the balcony floor because he didn't remember anything after collapsing onto it the previous night. If the soreness in his throat and eyes was any indication, he probably sobbed for hours before eventually tiring himself out. At least it hadn't rained overnight.
The sky was melting from dark blue into the pink-orange of dawn, and so Hyunjin guessed it was around 5 or 6am. He didn't have to be in work until 8, but the last thing he wanted was to bump into any of his pack mates. Minho was usually the first one up, since he liked to cook breakfast for everyone before heading to work himself. Hyunjin could still hear Minho's cruel words as clear as day:
"You're selfish... you're just being a brat and don't like being told no."
He didn't have the energy to cry anymore, and now he just felt a stinging resentment towards the other man. Towards all of them, for that matter. They had all rejected him, one way or another. Well, fuck them. Hyunjin suddenly couldn't wait to get to work just so he could be away from them all for the rest of the day.
He pulled himself to his feet and slipped quietly inside the house, tiptoeing to the shower before any of the others woke up.
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Minho stood over a sizzling pan of eggs in the kitchen, knowing from experience that the smell of food was the most effective method of rousing his sleeping pack mates. However, he was distracted this morning as he sprinkled pepper and grated cheese into the breakfast pan.
He had woken up feeling terrible about his argument with Hyunjin. He hadn't meant to be so harsh with him, he had just assumed Hyunjin wanted attention and Minho wasn't in the mood to give it -- having been focussed on spending time with Jisung. But when he went over the conversation the next morning, he remembered Hyunjin mentioning that he wanted comfort.
Minho knew that Hyunjin had a sensitive heart, and probably took Minho and Jisung's rejection badly. He had gone to Hyunjin's room to apologise as soon as he woke up, but found it empty. The bed didn't appear to have been slept in, which probably meant that Hyunjin had spent the night with one of the others. That at least eased Minho's guilty conscience somewhat, knowing that Hyunjin hadn't spent the night alone.
Still, he wanted to apologise properly and he perked up when he heard footsteps padding to the kitchen, but it was only Chan.
"Morning," the pack leader greeted, slipping his arms around Minho's waist. "Mmm that smells good."
"Morning. You look like you've been electrocuted."
Chan's hair was notoriously difficult to tame, especially first thing in the morning when it took on a life of its own and moulded itself into very strange shapes. Accustomed to the teasing, the pack leader only laughed and hugged Minho tighter.
"It's cause I have so much rizz it electrifies my hair."
It was such a stupid, 'Chan' response and Minho rolled his eyes, but the gesture was fond.
"Did Hyunjin sleep with you and Felix last night?"
"No why?"
Minho sighed. "He came to our room and asked to come in, but Jisung and I had planned to have a night to ourselves so we said no. He got really upset about it and we ended up arguing."
"Hm... you know I thought I heard our door open at one point, but Felix and I were kind of... occupied," Chan grimaced. "Maybe he went to Innie and Seungmin instead?"
As if on cue, Jeongin wandered into the kitchen mid-yawn, followed by Felix and Jisung. "Morning. Ooh eggs?"
"Did Hyunjin sleep in your room last night?" Minho asked him.
"No. He wanted to but we were tired so I think he went to find Felix."
"Hm?" Felix glanced at Jeongin with surprise. "He didn't sleep with us."
"I went to his room this morning and his bed hadn't been slept in," Minho stated.
"Then where did he sleep?" Jisung asked worriedly.
"You don't think he slept in the nest alone do you?" Chan asked.
Both Felix and Jisung whimpered at the suggestion. Jeongin stood up and announced that he would go and check.
"Fuck." Minho wiped a hand over his face. "I shouldn't have yelled at him. I should have just let him sleep with us."
Jisung moved to his side and stroked his mate's back. "It's not your fault. We didn't realise he would end up sleeping by himself."
Jeongin returned a few seconds later with Seungmin in tow. "He's not in the nest but I think he's in the bathroom."
"Well, when he comes down we can all apologise," Chan instructed, to which the others all nodded in agreement.
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In all the commotion, Hyunjin had almost forgotten what date it was until a reminder popped up on the calendar in his phone. The gallery was hosting a huge exhibition that evening, complete with a champagne reception and lots of local journalists and photographers to document the event. Hyunjin himself had helped to organise it and selected several of the pieces that would be showcased.
He had been looking forward to it, but now as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror blotting the bags under his eyes with concealer, he dreaded the thought of being in the spotlight and having to pose for photos all evening. Still, there was nothing for it -- and at least this way he would have an excuse for staying out late.
Once he had done as much damage control as possible, he carefully folded his suit for the evening over his arm (still in the plastic from when it had been dry-cleaned) and went downstairs. He was hoping to quietly slip out to his car without bumping into anyone, but he barely made it to the bottom of the staircase before several figures came running out of the kitchen.
"Hyunjinnie!" Felix and Jisung cried in unison, making a beeline for him.
Hyunjin was so caught off guard that his voice came out more sharply than he intended. "Don't!"
Felix and Jisung froze in their tracks, staring at him with twin pairs of sad boba eyes. The rest of the pack soon poured out into the hallway at the sound of Hyunjin's raised voice.
"Jinnie what's wrong?" Felix asked sadly.
"Nothing, it's just this is my best suit and I can't have it getting creased," Hyunjin replied, indicating the clothing draped over his arm.
"Hyunjin, we know why you're really upset," said Chan, trying to keep the peace. "We know you slept in the nest by yourself."
"I didn't sleep in the nest," said Hyunjin.
Chan seemed to ignore this statement. "We're really sorry we didn't comfort you when you needed us. We want to make it up to you."
Several of the others nodded vigorously and echoed Chan's apology. Hyunjin noticed that Minho stayed silent and wouldn't meet his eyes. He resisted the urge to scoff -- Minho probably still thought he just wanted attention.
"Why don't we all spend tonight together, as a pack?" Chan suggested. "We can order pizza, then I'm sure Jinnie can choose a nice film for us to watch. And we can all sleep together in the nest."
This was met with a chorus of enthusiastic agreements, but Hyunjin only felt awkward and irritated. Usually he loved being made a fuss of by his pack, but this felt like pity -- like they were only offering to spend the night with him because they felt sorry for him.
"I can't. I have an exhibition after work tonight."
"Is this the one you helped put together?" Seungmin asked.
"Yeah. You guys go ahead and do what you want, but I won't be back until late."
"That's okay," said Chan. "We'll hold off on the pizza and films until we can all be together, but you can still come and join us in the nest when you get back, doesn't matter how late it is."
Hyunjin sighed impatiently. "I'm gonna be exhausted, I'd rather sleep by myself tonight."
Felix stuck out his lower lip. "But Jinnie--"
"Look I have to go. Don't wait up for me."
Before anyone else could say a word, Hyunjin fled through the front door. He half-expected them to run out and chase him to his car, but none of them did and he couldn't decide whether that made him feel better or worse.
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It was lucky that Hyunjin did head into work earlier than usual because there was a lot to do in preparation for the exhibition. He had never worked on such a large scale event before and he hadn't realised how much work went into making sure it ran smoothly. There was the venue, the decorations, the music, the caterers, the photographers, the journalists, and of course the artwork itself that all needed last-minute checks.
Hyunjin found himself running back and forth all day, barely finding time to stuff a sandwich and a coffee in his mouth at lunch, but the chaos certainly did a good job of keeping him distracted. He didn't even have a chance to look at his phone until he was getting changed for the event at 6pm.
There were numerous texts from Felix, Chan, Jeongin and Seungmin wishing him luck for the event, but nothing from Jisung or Minho. Hyunjin wasn't surprised by their lack of response, although he didn't have time to respond to any of them because Soyeon was already knocking on the door.
"Hyunjinnie, we have to get downstairs before guests start arriving!"
"Coming!"
Hyunjin put his phone on silent and slipped it into his jacket pocket, taking one last glance in the full-length mirror. He was wearing his tailored cream Versace suit that had been a birthday gift from the pack, one of his most treasured possessions. Because it was custom made, it fit him perfectly: accentuating the slender lines of his body and complimenting his honeyed skin and glossy black hair. He had finished off the look with a simple gold chain and hoop earrings, dusting his eyelids with glitter.
Did he want to look good for the event? Obviously. But was he also a petty bitch who hoped that the pack would see photos on social media and feel deeply regretful that they didn't ravish him when they had the chance? Definitely.
The first couple of hours went even better than expected. The venue was packed, but not so crowded that guests couldn't comfortably wander between the pieces of art and stand back to admire each display. Hyunjin was pleased to see that the pieces he had selected were particularly popular and always had knots of people surrounding them. The owner of the gallery even thanked him personally when he made his speech, and Hyunjin blushed bright red at the round of applause he received in response.
It was a little while later, when Hyunjin was taking a breather from speaking to the guests about his chosen pieces, that Soyeon handed him a glass of champagne and leaned in to whisper conspiratorially in his ear. "Have you seen the really hot guy back there?"
"Everyone here is hot, you''ll have to be more specific."
Soyeon gestured over her shoulder. "He's the one with glasses and purple hair. A bit short but oh my God his muscles..."
Hyunjin raised an eyebrow at her. "Aren't you a bit too gay to be fawning over a guy's muscles?"
"Aren't you a bit too single to be turning your nose up so quickly?"
"I'm not single! I have six boyfriends!"
"You don't have a mate though," Soyeon specified.
Soyeon was Hyunjin's colleague and friend, who also belonged to a large pack although hers was all female. She was also one of the few people in Hyunjin's life who could match his level of sass, which delighted and galled him in equal measure depending on the day. He was currently leaning towards the latter.
"Thanks for reminding me," Hyunjin said bitterly.
Soyeon sighed and spoke in a gentler tone. "I know it's been bothering you lately, and I don't like to see you upset. Just go talk to him, what's the harm?"
"Isn't that a bit desperate? Hitting on some random guy just in case he happens to be my..."
Hyunjin's voice trailed off and the breath choked in his lungs. A purple-haired man stepped out of the crowd across the room, and he was -- without a doubt -- the most attractive man Hyunjin had ever seen. Not even Felix's pixie-like beauty or Minho's model handsomeness could touch this man's sheer masculine presence: the sharp curve of his jaw, his winning smile and perfect teeth, the broad shoulders giving way to--
Oh Lord have mercy.
Soyeon had not been kidding about his muscles. He wore a chic dark grey suit and white shirt, and he had removed the jacket which was now slung casually over one shoulder. The sleeves of his shirt had been rolled up and were straining against the bulging honey-toned biceps squeezed inside them. One swift movement would surely rip the material to shreds.
Normally Hyunjin would have said that removing one's suit jacket at a black tie event was unacceptable, but he couldn't bring himself to spare a thought for etiquette at this moment. The man was currently engaged in conversation with a woman, a pretty blonde in a fuchsia dress who Hyunjin recognised as a respected art critic. She must have said something amusing because the man suddenly let out a hearty chuckle and the sound immediately made Hyunjin melt.
He was perfect. This was who Hyunjin had been waiting for, he just knew it.
Notes: So my dissertation is due in under a week and yet here I am writing Stray Kids smut, but we all cope with stress in different ways I guess.
This idea has been in my head for a while so here it goes. This is a SKZ poly ot8 fic with mated pairs Chanlix, Minsung, Jeongmin and eventual Hyunbin but it will be Hyunjin centric. Not sure how many parts it will be but if you like it let me know!
This chapter contains angst and some light smut.
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Hyunjin was feeling lonely.
That might sound absurd coming from a man who had six partners, but it was the truth.
It had started last month during their weekly movie night. Whenever it was Hyunjin's turn to choose a film he nearly always picked romance, and that particular week was no exception. He had selected a cute office-romance that had been receiving good reviews and the pack all settled in to watch, with a few grumbles from the likes of Minho and Seungmin who protested that there was a new action-thriller out that they should watch instead. Chan had reminded them both that it was Hyunjin's turn to choose and so they were going to watch whatever he wanted, and it had only taken one sharp look from the pack leader for the pair of them to fall silent.
The film turned out to be pretty good, and Hyunjin was sitting on the floor of the living room clutching a pillow to his chest and kicking his feet while he watched the on-screen couple kiss for the first time.
"Ahhhh so cute! Aren't they so cute?"
When he didn't receive an answer, he peered over his shoulder and found to his dismay that none of the others were even paying attention. Felix had his eyes closed, curled up against Chan and smiling while his mate gently peppered kisses over Felix's forehead and cheeks. Jisung had fallen asleep on Minho's chest and was snoring quietly while Minho watched him with such a soft expression it might have made Hyunjin cry under different circumstances. Jeongin was technically looking at the screen, but it was obvious that he was more interested in whatever Seungmin was whispering in his ear than he was in the film. From the blush dusting his cheeks, Hyunjin was fairly certain they weren't discussing the intricacies of the plot.
At first he felt annoyed that none of them were bothering to pay attention to the film he had chosen, and he was about to open his mouth and whine when it suddenly struck him that he was being left out. There he was, sitting all alone on the floor, while the couples were cuddled up on the sofas not giving him a second thought.
Hurt lodged itself in his chest and he felt his eyes grew wet with tears. He wanted to get up and walk out of the room, but he knew if he did then someone would go after him and they would probably tease him for crying and say he was being a drama queen. Maybe he was, but he still felt sad that none of them had invited him to cuddle. As if they had simply forgotten he was there.
Over the following weeks, a few similar incidents occurred that only reinforced Hyunjin's growing paranoia. He was the only unmated pack member, but it had never bothered him too much because all seven of them were in a poly relationship anyway: they all loved each other and had committed to each other via pack bonds, and they all had a sexual relationship. So it wasn't as if he was starved of intimacy or affection, and he had always assumed he would meet his mate one day and then they would become a complete pack of eight.
But it had been over five years since Jeongin, their youngest member, had joined the pack and mated with Seungmin. For a while, there had been a possibility that Seungmin and Hyunjin would become mates: Hyunjin found the younger male unbelievably cute, and only Seungmin could make him howl with laughter until his cheeks ached and he could hardly breathe. For his part, Seungmin was comfortable around Hyunjin while he tended to clash easily with other pack members, and even though he wasn't the biggest fan of skinship he allowed Hyunjin to cuddle up to him without complaining -- and enjoyed it, even though he would deny this to his dying breath.
But as much as they adored each other, there was something not quite there. Hyunjin liked to be lavished with affection: he wanted to be spoiled and complimented, and any type of romantic gesture (be it unexpected gifts or spontaneous acts in the bedroom) made his knees weak. Seungmin was more subtle: he showed his love in quieter ways, like making sure his partners remembered to eat even if they were busy and giving them his own food if they forgot, or recognising when they needed space and when they needed someone to talk to and comfort them. Hyunjin wouldn't change Seungmin for the world, and when Jeongin had arrived and Seungmin was immediately smitten, Hyunjin knew that they had made the right call by never taking that final step.
He had hoped that one day he would find his own Jeongin -- someone who waltzed into his life and was perfect for him. But the years had continued to pass and Hyunjin was still alone. He had a full life: a pack who loved him, a comfortable home, plenty of money, a fulfilling job at a prestigious art dealership. Why couldn't he be content with that? Why did he still carry around an ache in his heart as if something -- someone -- was missing from his life?
Hyunjin didn't like feeling this way, but he stubbornly refused to speak to his pack mates about it. He didn't want to seem pathetic or needy, or worse have them pity him. He couldn't stand the idea of being looked at as the sad lone wolf who was desperate for a mate.
If there was one thing that always made him feel satisfied and cherished, it was good old-fashioned lovemaking. And yes, he called it that instead of fucking -- even if he had been known to scream out "Please fuck me!" in the middle of sex. It still counted as lovemaking if it was with people you loved.
So one Thursday evening when everyone was heading to bed, Hyunjin decided to wander along the corridor to Seungmin and Jeongin's room. He hadn't spent much time with either of them lately, and although Minho and Chan definitely took the top spots for being able to fuck him the hardest (and Hyunjin really needed to be fucked), the younger pair had more stamina, and Hyunjin would happily go without sleep tonight if it meant multiple orgasms.
"Ayenahhh!" he squealed as he launched himself onto the bed on top of their youngest member. Jeongin pretended to cry out in pain, but his beaming smile somewhat ruined the effect. He smelled like his favourite coconut-vanilla shampoo, and his hair was still slightly damp from the shower.
"I's too late for you to be this loud," he complained.
"It's not late," Hyunjin asserted, climbing into Jeongin's lap with a smirk. "In fact, I'd say the night is very young."
He leaned down to kiss him and Jeongin's soft lips responded quickly, but with less passion than Hyunjin would have liked.
"I'm so tired, I don't think I can do anything tonight," he said once they sat back.
"Oh."
Hyunjin's body deflated, feeling disappointed.
"Are you sure I can't convince you?"
"Not tonight," said Jeongin. "Maybe at the weekend though?"
A moment later Seungmin wandered out of the ensuite bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth. His dark hair was also mussed and still wet. He and Jeongin probably showered together, and they might have fucked already. No wonder Jeongin was tired and not in the mood.
"You okay Jinnie?"
"I was hoping to maybe have a little fun tonight but Innie is tired." He winked at Seungmin. "Unless you're up for it Minnie?"
Hyunjin knew what the answer would be before the other man shook his head. Seungmin was a clean-freak and after he had brushed his teeth he was not interested in engaging in any further sexual activity on a given evening. It was one of his weird quirks that Hyunjin found strange and adorable in equal measure.
"I'm tired too, and I have to be up early for work tomorrow."
Hyunjin nodded. "Okay, I guess we can just cuddle instead."
"You won't just cuddle though, when you're horny you start grinding against people and keeping them awake," said Seungmin.
"I don't!" Hyunjin protested.
"You kind of do," Jeongin added.
"But--"
"Go find Felix, I'm sure he'll cuddle with you whether you're horny or not." With that, Seungmin turned and walked back into the bathroom.
Hyunjin couldn't help feeling like he had just been dismissed. Well, fuck him. He wasn't going to beg to stay if they didn't want him. He crawled off the bed and walked towards the door. Jeongin called goodnight behind him, Seungmin said nothing.
Even if Seungmin was being an asshole, Hyunjin decided to take his advice and go and find Felix. Maybe he needed some affection more than a hard fuck tonight after all, and there was no-one better to give him that than his sunshine. And if he was really lucky, maybe Chan would fuck him while Felix held his hand and kissed him and told him he was beautiful.
Hyunjin practically ran to Felix and Chan's room, and he was about to open the door when he heard a soft but deep moan coming from inside. His cock stirred in his pants. Sure enough when he pushed the door open and peeked inside he had to stifle a gasp at the sight before him.
Felix and Chan were both naked, spread out on the bed with Chan on his back and Felix slowly sliding up and down his cock. From this angle, Hyunjin had a perfect view of the pack leader's thick length disappearing into Felix's tiny hole, stretching him out while the blonde whimpered and leaned down to pull him into a desperate kiss.
Hyunjin's mouth practically watered. He couldn't decide which of them he was more jealous of: whether he wanted Felix to ride his cock instead or whether he wanted to take his place and have Chan stretching out his hole until it felt like he would burst. His own cock stiffened and he was about to walk into the room and join them on the bed when something stopped him.
"I love you."
The words were so quiet, so delicate as they fell from Felix's trembling lips. Barely more than a whisper, a whisper that was meant for one person alone.
Chan reached up to cup his face and brushed a strand of Felix's hair behind his ear. The gesture was so tender that Hyunjin felt guilty for witnessing it.
The pack leader spoke to Felix so quietly that Hyunjin couldn't hear what he said, he could only watch Chan's fingers trace down Felix's spine and wrap Felix's small body in his strong arms. If Chan had looked over he would have spotted Hyunjin watching them, but he never once took his eyes off his mate.
With a stinging heart, Hyunjin closed the door. There was no place for him in that room.
At this point, he was beginning to feel less horny and simply lonely. He would honestly just take a hug from one of his pack mates right now. With only one room left to try, Hyunjin found himself outside Minho and Jisung's door.
He couldn't hear any noises coming from inside, but he decided to knock anyway.
At first there was no answer, and then footsteps padded across the room and the door opened to reveal Minho. He looked very domestic in his black-framed glasses, grey sweatpants and baggy t-shirt that Hyunjin was fairly certain used to belong to Chan. Swapping clothes was one of the many benefits of their relationship.
"Oh, Hyunjin," said Minho. "You need something?"
Behind him, Hyunjin could see Jisung lounging on the bed with a paused Studio Ghibli film on his laptop. They must have been watching it together.
"Nothing in particular I just... Can I join you both?"
He was dying to fall into Minho's strong arms and be carried to the bed, where he could cuddle up between him and Jisung. He didn't much care whether they had sex or whether they just watched the rest of whatever film was playing, as long as he could get some comfort.
And so it felt like a knife in his heart when Minho hesitated and glanced back at Jisung awkwardly.
"Um, actually Jinnie we were hoping to have a night to ourselves," Minho admitted. "Kind of an impromptu date night."
Faced with his third rejection of the evening, there was only so long Hyunjin could remain rational and calm. It was fifty-fifty whether he started crying or yelling, and apparently tonight anger was taking the reins.
"Don't you do that every night? You share a room."
"Yes but we don't always take the time to talk or watch a film together and spend proper quality time with each other," Minho explained.
Hyunjin sighed irritably. "Can you not do it tomorrow instead? I really don't want to be alone tonight."
"I'm sorry Jinnie, we really want to have this time to ourselves--"
"Why?!" Hyunjin burst out. He could pinpoint the exact moment Minho's expression shifted from apologetic to furious.
"What do you mean why? I'm telling you I want to spend time with my mate and you're being selfish."
Hyunjin scoffed. "I'm selfish?! Oh I'm sorry that coming to my pack mates for comfort makes me selfish."
"That doesn't make you selfish. Demanding that we reschedule our date night just because you're bored and want to bother us makes you selfish."
"Oh I'm a bother now?"
"Currently, yes," said Minho coldly.
"Hyunjin," Jisung's head popped up timidly behind Minho's shoulder. "We're not trying to be mean, we just want a little privacy for tonight."
"You can have privacy literally anytime you want. Why is it the one time I come to you and say I need some comfort you're suddenly kicking me out?"
"If you really need comfort you can go to one of the others, but honestly I think you're just being a brat and don't like being told no."
Hyunjin wanted to scream at Minho that he'd already been to all of the others and none of them wanted him, but what was the point? He clearly wasn't wanted here either. Tears were stinging his eyes and he had to swallow back a sob.
"Fine, enjoy your date night," he said bitterly.
"We will. Goodnight."
Minho closed the door and Hyunjin was left standing alone in the corridor again. His arms were wrapped defensively across his chest and his throat burned from the effort of trying not to cry. For a few seconds he was glued to the spot: he couldn't face going back to his empty room, and the pack nest would feel even worse with only him in it.
Eventually he couldn't hold back his sobs any longer and he clapped a hand over his mouth and ran downstairs, ending up out on the balcony that overlooked the garden. He shut the door behind him so that no-one would hear (not that any of them gave a shit about him anyway) then collapsed to the wooden floorboards, curled up into a ball and cried his heart out.
Warnings: Piss kink, omorashi, slight humiliation,
Word Count: 1076
Summary: You and Jisung are stuck in traffic and poor Jisung really has to use the bathroom
Authors Note: If you don't like how it sounds don't read it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Jisung had to go, he had to go so bad, but he couldn't. Traffic was at a standstill, and unexpected construction halted your travels. Jisung wiggled uncomfortably in the passenger seat, regretting the coffee he had chugged before getting in the car.
"Are you feeling okay love?" You ask him, patting his thigh from the driver's side. A rosy red color was spreading on your boyfriend's cheeks.
"Ah I'm fine... Just need to use the bathroom is all."
"Are you sure you can hold it with the traffic?"
"Well I have to, don't I?" He lets out a nervous chuckle.
You smile sympathetically at him, "I guess so, I just cleaned out the car too so I don't even have a bottle you could use if you get desperate."
Jisung did his best to hide his disappointment from you. His face dropped ever so slightly hearing that his only backup plan was ruined if things got to that point.
You grab his hand, "Don't worry I think it'll clear up soon, after that we can get off at the next exit."
You were in fact lying and you knew it. The both of you were still hardly moving and your GPS predicted a 40-minute slowdown.
You put some music on, trying to distract your boyfriend from the growing pressure in his bladder. And it worked, at least for the first three songs, then he winced from the discomfort again, awkwardly shifting.
"Are you sure you don't have any spare bottles in here?" He sighs in despair.
"I'm sorry love, I really don't think so but you can check."
He swiftly takes off his seatbelt, removing some of the pressure that was pushing against his full bladder. He climbs in the back seat, looking all around in every cup holder and under all the seats. All he can find is his hoodie that you stole from him.
You hear him whine out in frustration, "There really is nothing..."
He climbs back up to the front seat, flinching as he puts his seat belt back on.
"Hey, what's that in your hands?"
"This? Its the hoodie you stole from me."
You have an idea and you know he won't like it, but for whatever reason, it excited you ever so slightly. "Well, if it comes down to it, I mean, I know you don't want it to, but maybe you could just use the hoodie.."
Jisung's eyes get big, he doesn't want to believe what you just said. "What do you mean use the hoodie?!"
"Well... it's pretty thick so it's gotta be somewhat absorbent right?"
"I guess you're right, I suppose it's better than my pants..."
You can't lie to yourself, at this point, you're a bit turned on by the whole situation. Your hot boyfriend is holding his crotch, shifting every second, doing his best not to piss himself. Poor Jisung is getting so desperate his actually considering pissing in his own hoodie.
The two of you go silent, the radio now off and the only sound filling the car is Jisung's shaky breaths, his hand holding his crotch doing his best to not leak everywhere. You recheck the GPS, but there are still 30 more minutes of slowdowns.
"Jisung? Baby? I want you to know if you do have an accident it's not a big deal. Neither of us knew we'd get stuck like this. And... it might actually be kinda hot."
That's when his eyes really get big, bigger than you've ever seen, before squinting in discomfort. "Hot? You think me pissing myself would be hot?"
"Well... yeah, there's something about seeing you so desperate that's driving me kinda crazy. Maybe I have a piss kink, I don't know."
At this point, he's too desperate to piss that he can't even comprehend the fact that you admitted to having a piss kink. What he did hear though, was that you wouldn't be too mad at him for ruining your car.
He swallows hard, he keeps his grip tight on his dick as he unbuttons his pants, taking some of the pressure off his bladder.
10 more uncomfortable minutes pass, he's sweating now, the pain just about intolerable. You see him tighten his grip on his crotch, the smallest dark patch appears on his pants.
"Jisung you're going to hurt yourself just piss into the hoodie."
"I have to go so bad I don't think I can even move..." his eyes are glassy, tears threatening to fall. You grab the hoodie, placing it in his lap. Next, you undo his pants the rest of the way, reaching in and pulling his cock out of his damp underwear. You wrap the hoodie around his member, "Jisung, baby, can you lean forward a little bit? Just to help make nothing gets on your pants."
He groans, taking the hoodie from your hands. He moves forward ever so slightly, he can already feel his hot piss starting to escape. You pat his back, "Just let go Jisung, you'll feel so much better."
Your words destroy any chance of him being able to hold it in. His piss comes out fast, turning his gray hoodie dark. The hissing sound of him filling the hoodie echoes in your ears, as well as sends a tingling sensation straight to your core. "That's good baby, let it all out."
He's practically crying at this point, part of it from embarrassment but mainly from the intense relief he is feeling. He turns the hoodie with his hands, doing his best to not let his piss overflow and leak through. The poor piece of clothing can't hold much more though. His bladder is nearly empty but the hoodie is now fully saturated.
His stream lightens up finally, the final bit of his piss drips onto the floor mats of your car. He takes some deep breaths, finally feeling like he can properly breathe again. His cheeks are red from the shame, and his hands are unsure of what to do with the soiled clothing.
"Just place it on the floor mat Jisung, if they're weather proof I'm sure they're peeproof."
"I'm really sorry Y/N, you must think I'm so disgusting..."
"Disgusting?! Jisung that was so hot, as soon as we get out of this traffic and get home I want you to fuck me every single way you can."
His face lightens up for the first time since you got stuck in traffic.
piss kink ask incoming, sorry if you're sick of these but not many skz blogs are into piss kinks so you're my go tooo
what would each of their reactions be to accidentally wetting themselves when you're experimenting with piss kink/omorashi. as in you give them loads to drink so you can play around and have fun with it but then they actually can't hold it and wet themselves in the car on the way home or on the floor etc.
who would be embarrassed and try to hide it, who would go to you for comfort and who would want to fuck anyway (lol jisung)
i am never sick of piss asks and that i PROMISE you. also thanks to my disciples @jyu-037 and @beesspacedotorg for brainstorming this with me <3
chan: definitely gets embarrassed. he loves doing it to you but god, did he really just piss himself? he’d hide himself behind his hands, legs kicking in his joggers with a little wail of “baby, seriously, this is embarrassing!!” but as soon as you tell him you’re wet and horny over it he’s down. “really? really really? heh, okay. it’s fine then.”
minho: he’s mad bc he’s embarrassed. that cute lil pout on his lips as he stares down at the wet spot in his pants :( he’ll quickly come round though, and then his pretty kitty has to clean up the mess for him with their mouth >:3
changbin: immediately wants to hit. he’s thinking about YOU pissing on HIM now and that’s enough for his cute lil cock to chub up in his pants. “yeobo, yeobo, you wanna make it messier? please!”
hyunjin: he’s shocked because he’s harder than he’s ever been. i think he’s definitely ashamed of it too, hands over his crotch to try and hide his boner, but when you tell him you wanna see…. well, damn, okay. “you like that? angel, that’s dirty!” but he Likes being dirty >:3
jisung: whiney. horny. leaky. hard. “pleasepleaseplease! baby, my baby, it’s hot, please touch me, please, i can’t i can’t i can’t-“ and then as soon as you wrap your hand around him he’s cumming LMAO. piss in his mouth after to get that cute lil heart shaped smile from him <3
felix: cries, but not because he’s embarrassed… he’s so fucking horny. he’s never felt anything like it before and god he’s hard and covered in his own piss and please just call him cute!!! tell him he’s a good little dirty boy and he’ll just cry harder bc he loves being dirty for you :( i love cutie lixie
seungmin: he’d probably not entertain this anyway, like he wants you to do it LOL. if he does, he’s embarrassed and needs comfort at the same time. hold him close and call him your good little puppy for pissing himself so nice for you <3
jeongin: nonverbal. sits there staring into space until you get him clean and them afterwards he’s just like “shit. what the fuck was that. what the fuck.” like in pure shock LMAO!!! he’s not really disgusted though, just in shock! he’s probably still hard bc he likes it kinda wet and messy <3
SKZ MTL likely to touch themselves in front of you - and be able to come with you watching them (and giving them praise) but not touching them?
I reckon Hyunjin would love this, and probably Jisung and Felix. Hyune would make a whole show of it, probably showering first and coming out with his hair mussed and dripping wet then dropping his towel and lying back completely naked to give you the performance of your life.
Ji would be shy the first time and stay fully clothed, just slipping his hand into his pants with his little chubby cheeks burning. But once he sees how much it turns you on and hears your words of encouragement he gets braver and shoves his pants down to let you see his fist working over his cock before he comes all over himself with a whine.
Okay I'm answering my own ask now I'll stop (but I have thoughts)...
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Jisung!
you're so right! it's something he has to get used to I think. you're usually always touching him, stroking his cock and whispering dirty little things in his ear until he shoots hot cum into your palm. but having him do all the work while you watch is a nice switch up! might be a little nervous with a shaky grip, but when he gets into it he gets into it. whimpering and bucking his hips into his fist while you watch propped up on your elbows, feet swinging back 'n forth while cooing at him
Chan!
heavy on the mutual masturbation. you don't have to touch yourself, but he would looove to see your fingers playing with your pretty pussy while he rubs his tip. you need to talk him through it. constant praising, maybe even some directions on how he should stroke himself. and if you drool on his cock? he's busting right then and there
Hyunjin!
hot take! you need to coax him. call him a pretty boy and that you love every single thing about him. he's kind of like han in being shy, but you're right in him putting on a show once he's comfortable. bites his lip, throws his head back, lets out deep moans and the occasional gasping mewls when his tip gets sensitive. there doesn't need to be a whole lot of talking with him, but if you moan with him woooweeee he's creaming himself.
Changbin!
not me putting him lower :( but! I think binnie cums the hardest when you touch him. pinching his nipples, cupping his balls, something. then again, you could just stare into his eyes and call him your good baby and he'd be spilling cum all over the sheet on his own, but it sooo much better for him when he gets to feel you. not that he'll complain, whatever makes his baby happy
Felix!
he can jerk off no problem, but he needs a kiss. his tongue lolls out of his mouth desperate for your own. he wants to taste you, to ground himself on you. I feel like he'd take it personal if you didn't kiss him, he needs your lips constantly. if you're keen on not touching him, he'll take you spitting in his mouth. it's better than nothing.
Minho!
I think he would use it against you! making you keep your legs wide open so he could jerk himself off right over your wet pussy. he can see it basically sobbing for him to put it in, to rub against your slit, for any type of friction, but he'll just giggle and keep stroking himself while you whine. the only type of contact you'll get is his cum landing on your cunt and tummy :(
I.N!
jeongin has good dick, so like why would you want to watch him jerk off when he can fuck you? that's what he thinks at least (and it's true) but he'll try it out once or twice. it's not as easy to finish compared to when you're the one jerking him off, but he can't say it isn't hot. watching your hungry eyes rake over his body while he pumps himself. he'll run his free hand up and down his abs just to tease you
Seungmin!
tbh I so feel like he can be anywhere on this ranking. he just has some days where that's all he wants to do and others where fucking you is an everyday thing. he can absolutely cum without you touching him, but he's making you lick his cum up. sometimes he'll say you can just watch, but he'll have you on your knees throatfucking you minutes later. it ranges honestly, this man keeps it a surprise
skz + most/least likely to get hard when you sit in their lap
oh absolutely, i adore this idea. thank you for the ask @purpleinksplotch !! i went a little more in depth with this one just bc mm. i enjoy this scenario as a chronic lap-sitter.
warnings: sexual content !! (MDNI)
Most Likely Because They Like It
Christopher - Absolutely loves having you in his lap in general, but he's a chronic *cough cough* exhibitionist so he immediately gets hard when you sit in his lap while the other guys are around. Especially if 3racha's chillin' in the studio and you're sitting in his lap?? foursome, immediately. bend over the couch pookie you ain't leavin til you get pounded by all three.
Hyunjin - Also enjoy the idea of having other people watch him ruin you, so loves having you in his lap while the others are around. Except unlike Chris he'll make the move to pull you down there, already chubbing up and grinning against the back of your shoulder. The others start to catch on after a while, too, and some will leave the room while others lean back in their seats and stay to watch you try and be subtle about riding Jinnie while he sits there guiding you.
Changbin - He likes having you close in general, holding you to his side with an arm around your waist or something of the likes. But when you get comfortable in his lap and he's already half hard from the way you were playing with his hair, he's weak. Immediately poking at your ass. He knows it too, and waits for you to do something about it. He won't push it on you - but it's prodding at your hole already so you may as well.
Least Likely Because They're Anxious
Seungmin - Isn't a huge fan of using your body in front of the guys. Yeah, I said using. Man is the type to spit on your tits and grip your hips so hard it leaves bruises - he fucks to get pleasure, not to make love. (Yes, he makes love to you on occasions - but 99% of the time it's fucking to fuck.) So he prefers to have you on his own, in his bed, against his bedroom door. He doesn't care if they hear but he doesn't want them to see you all fucked out. That's for his eyes only. Doesn't let you sit in his lap most of the time.
Jeongin - Lets you sit in his lap but immediately gets shy. He'll rest his hands on your waist, not too high and not too low, but he won't touch your hips or anywhere of the likes. He's wayyyy too nervous to do anything sexual in front of his hyungs. Though there are some days that he'll get affectionate and hug or kiss you in front of them - then again, it's always with his hood up or hiding you away from their sights because he thinks you're too cute for their eyes.
Minho - He's just not a fan of having you in his lap. He doesn't mind if you sit close, and he'll lean his head on you and drape himself over your lap sometimes. But if you sit in his lap he's almost always letting out a dramatic gasp or yell. It's always teasing, of course. He'll just start tea-kettle screaming and making everyone laugh until you're getting up and letting him free, his ears pink.
Likely Because They Can't Help It - AKA The Sunshine Twins
Jisung - ABSOLUTELY CHUBBIN UP BRUH. He's hard before you're even in his lap because he was just watching you play fight Jeongin, letting him put you in a headlock before letting go to let you run to your boyfriend. Jisung welcomes you with open arms, giggling and hugging your waist tight while burying his face in your back. He loves having you in his lap so much, knowing the heat of your cunt rubs on his cock through his jeans. You wore that pretty little dress just for him today, didn't you? Just for this moment.
Felix - Cannot help it. He just thinks you're so pretty and so sweet and so sexy all at the same time. He's getting hard the moment you settle in his lap, his hands resting on your thighs naturally as one of the other guys talks about something related to practice. When you stretch your legs on the floor and kick your feet lightly it makes your hips sway against his, shifting your weight with each kick. He chokes on his breath and hugs you a little tighter, ears beginning to turn red. He'll need to figure out what to do about it before practice continues.
Thank you @itbmojojoejo and @lord-aldhelm for the tag! Here's my result, and it's... probably 90% accurate.
I'm super rare, I guess? Maybe that's why I never feel like I fit in anywhere! 🥺
The one thing I disagree with is "opens up to close friends." It just depends on the day or my mood because, as I admitted a few days ago, I am a total oversharer, especially online.
Also, I am not tech savvy. I know enough... but still lack in many areas. 🤷♀️
Weird but kinda accurate! Thanks for the tag @zaldritzosrose 💜
0% sugarcoat is my natural state but I have gained a filter with my age and wisdom. LoL
Does this give Auntie vibes?
No pressure tags: @viiisenyas @dreamlandcreations @dastardlydaemon @madame-fear and anyone else who would enjoy this... it's possibly the most interesting quiz I've taken.
summary: fate delivers you han jisung on a silver platter – he's the key to finally taking down your worst enemy, his uncle, the governor Han Yujun. You're ready to force what you need out of him by any means necessary, but it quickly becomes clear that you might not have to.
word count: 8k words
author's note: oh my god!! it's here!! this series has been in the works for 4 months and has its origin in this ask my love @stayconnecteed sent me. the beginning is even still similar, though I did edit it, so I recommend reading it again, even if you're familiar. this is a big story, about love, yes, but also about trauma and chosen family and how to go on despite it all. and I hope you will love them all as much as I do. but enough waffling, here we go!!!!
warnings: mentions of physical violence, mentions of past sexual assault. if either of these things are big triggers for you, please note these will be themes in this story. heed the series warnings in the masterlist!
this series is 🔞, so minors, please DNI
series masterlist // skzms masterlist
< epigraph - chapter II >
It doesn't make sense. It's all you can think as you drag your tired eyes over the same perfectly drawn, painstakingly decorated map over and over again. One of your own, Seungmin’s own, always impeccable handiwork, one that looked similar, but just not the same lies abandoned to your left.
"Penny for your thoughts, Captain?"
You had forgotten he was still here. When you look up, his feline eyes are boring into yours, deep and dark and permeating. He was too attractive for his own good, standing there with his hips cocked to the side, his white shirt half undone, wiping the leftover grime and blood from his bruised knuckles.
“Nothing, just wondering if I’m missing something,” you murmur, your eyes falling back down to the paper in front of you. The wood of the ship creaks, the floor swaying under your feet. It was going to be a stormy night.
Minho sighs, dropping the bloodied and dirty rag onto the floor, which you send him a dirty glare for. But he leaves it there, instead rounding the big, heavy table to stand behind you.
His hands slide over your hips confidently but gently, caressing your hip bones before sliding up to wrap around your waist. Then he steps closer, presses his solid chest against your back, hooking his chin over your shoulder to look down at what you're seeing. One of his hands slips under the material of your shirt, runs over your skin in a way that makes your focus slip. But the frustration persists.
"This map seems like nonsense," you sigh out, turning the strange map over again. "Maybe that bloodbath today was for nothing."
The bloodbath that was the hijacking of a government ship from the man you’ve been trying to take down for years. You had killed them all, except for a handful of them, sending them sailing north in their shoddy lifeboats.
Minho scoffs behind you as his hand splays over your lower belly and presses you closer against his body.
"Then we still got to off some of those government pigs, that's a win in my book," he grumbles out darkly before he presses a wet kiss to the side of your neck. "Plus, we still have him."
Right. Him.
Minho's lips drag over your neck gently, sensually, soft and hot, making heat pool deep in your abdomen. His hands caress your body, and you can feel him starting to fill out against your ass. You know where this is leading, but you have work to do yet.
"Tell Chan to get him."
Minho's lips stop their journey over your skin with the barest perceptible sigh before he makes his way over to the door, sticking his head out to speak to the man standing sentry in front of your office. You may be fucking your second in command, but he still would never dare disobey captain's orders. Minho's good like that; otherwise you would've never let him get this close to you.
Chan's heavy footsteps disappear down the corridor and Minho closes the door softly, makes his way back over to you. His hands come back to your hips, squeezing the flesh softly.
"Any plans for the questioning? Should I get the kit?"
You raise an eyebrow at him.
"He's the governor's nephew, I doubt we need to resort to physical violence to get him to speak."
Minho smirks at you, visibly pleased that he finally has your attention because he leans in slightly, rubbing his nose over your cheek.
"Oh, we'll break him so quickly," he whispers with a dark smile. He's staring down at your lips as he pulls you closer, tentatively brushing his lips against yours at first, as if to see if you'll pull away, before he finally kisses you properly. Parting your lips, you swallow the little moan that falls from his lips when your tongue slides against his. But the kiss is cut short when heavy footfall and angry voices sound from the hallway. Minho pulls away reluctantly. He swipes some spit off the corner of your mouth with his thumb, but doesn't move his hand from where it’s resting against your waist, even as the door opens. It's an open secret, the fact that he's closer to you than even a second in command should be, though nobody dares acknowledge it.
Occasionally, Minho liked to stake his claim like this – and you let him. After all, Minho was also known as the man who would carve the skin from any man's bones if they so much as dared to look at you the wrong way.
The door slams open, revealing Chan and Changbin, their faces angry as they drag in a bundle of green silk and floppy brown hair. The young man is cursing and thrashing around wildly, throwing insults with a surprising venom, until his eyes fall on you and Minho. He falters slightly, eyes blinking rapidly, before they narrow again, and he goes back to kicking out.
"I suggest we tie this one to a chair, he's feral," Changbin spits out, and you just nod, gesturing for them to proceed. Minho's thumb rubs smooth circles over your hipbone. It’s a soothing action, entirely at odds with the chaos in front of you. Sometimes you wonder how he does it.
"Get your hands off me, you brutes," the young man snarls as Changbin shoves him down onto a chair. Chan kneels down to secure his leg, but the guy kicks out, the tip of his expensive brown leather boot almost catching Chan in the chin.
Within seconds, Minho disappears from your side, walks over and cracks the back of his hand across the man's round cheek, making his head snap to the side. He freezes like that before he lifts his head and stares up at Minho, eyes wide in shock, blinking up at him through a curtain of his hair. You think you see Minho hesitate, before he turns around and walks back to your side. But it seems to have taken some wind from his sails because he stops resisting so much, only haphazardly tugging at his restraints as Chan and Changbin finish tying him down.
A bright red hand mark remains on the man's cheek where Minho struck him, and you can't help but think that it's almost a shame to deface such a pretty face.
Because that's what the man is. Pretty. Soft brown, mid-length hair that falls a little past his ears, falling over his big, dark eyes constantly, which seems to irk him because he keeps tossing his head to get it out of the way. His cheeks are round, look like they would be soft to the touch, and his lips are pink and plump and small and almost constantly pursed into a pout of disapproval.
And he's dressed well: a green silk coat, that probably cost as much as the ship you just sank, draping over his wide shoulders. He wears nothing but a simple white tank underneath it, exposing honeyed skin stretching over defined collarbones. There's a little silver cross dangling from his neck.
"Fucking finally," Chan curses out as he secures the last knot.
"Thank you. You may leave," you say, your voice as calm and collected as ever. Chan and Changbin nod and plod out of the room. When the door falls closed, there's silence.
"You're the captain?" the man asks, surprise on his face. Your eyes narrow. Oh, great. Another one.
"I am. Is that a problem?" you ask, icily, and feel Minho's hand sneak around your waist. The man's eyes follow the movement, too, and then a faint blush creeps up his neck. He shakes his head.
"Now," you say as you slowly make your way around the big desk, leaning yourself against it and crossing your arms as you keep an eye on the man in front of you. Minho follows you, coming to stand a few feet next to you, hand on the handle of his knife.
"What is your name?"
"Han," the man mumbles out, "Han Jisung."
The name confirms it. You really did somehow manage to abduct Han Yujun’s nephew. Jackpot. You don’t even try to hide the triumphant grin that tugs at your lips. It seems to unsettle him.
"How’s your uncle?" you ask casually and the man, Jisung, narrows his eyes.
"How would I know? He put me on that stupid ship weeks ago, even though I told him it was a bad idea. But he never listens, does he," Jisung rambles, his eyebrows knitted together. You throw a glance at Minho, who looks back at you, perplexed. This may turn out to be your easiest job yet.
"Why was it a bad idea?" you ask gently, taking a step closer to Jisung. He’s still scowling, a dangerous glint in his eyes that’s entirely at odds with the way he’s rambling, seemingly without a filter.
"B-because I hate him. I hate him and his stupid cronies who always touch my ass and his corrupt fucking government. Like, do you have any idea how many people are starving in our city?"
He's still rambling when you slowly crouch down in front of him. The fact that you're suddenly below his eye level makes Jisung’s monologue stutter to a halt. He exhales a shaky breath."If you hate it
all so much, why are you sitting in front of us dressed in green silk?" you purr and Jisung's pink lips part slightly. It’s a bait question, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He tugs at his restraints, and the movement makes Minho take a cautious step closer to you. But there’s no real intent behind his movements.
"Well, I still had a ship to commandeer, a reputation to uphold. The men already didn't respect me. Had to lock my door every night, and they still tried to break it down …"
You can feel Minho fidget next to you.
"Did you not have a second-in-command?" Minho snarls out from beside you, and Jisung looks up at him, a cynical smile on his face.
"Sent him over the gangplank on day three because he assaulted me. It's just been me ever since."
You watch carefully as Minho scoffs, affecting indifference, but you don’t miss the way his knuckles turn white on the handle of his knife.
You look at Minho and Minho looks at you, and a wordless moment later, Minho leans down into Jisung's space. Jisung sucks in a breath and straightens his back, trying to move away as Minho leans closer and closer. Minho supports his hand on the chair behind Jisung's back and watches closely as Jisung blinks up at him and then throws you a panicky glance.
"Are you gonna kill me?" he whispers, his eyes big and round and watery.
You chuckle and Minho's lips curl into a devious smile.
"We won't kill you," you say. "Instead, I'd like to make you an offer."
Minho stands back up and Jisung’s body relaxes slightly, though he stays alert, shifting uncertainly when Minho starts pacing around him.
“If you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, I’m sorry to disappoint, but my uncle will probably not even bail me out. A tragedy in the family would play right into his campaign right now,” Jisung says bitterly, his lips pulled into an ironic snarl, “or he would bail me out only to drown me in the harbour.”
You raise an eyebrow, cocking your head to the side as you watch Jisung for any sign of a lie. Though, again, there is none. Strange boy.
“Just how much do you hate your uncle?” you ask quietly, and Jisung’s snarl deepens.
“More than you can even imagine. And he hates me just as much.”
You blink at him for a beat before you decide to take the leap. You stand up. Jisung’s eyes follow you up automatically.
“I want to offer for you to join us,” you say calmly, and Jisung freezes, staring at you with wide eyes. “If you hate your uncle as much as you say you do, and you’re really that against what he’s doing, then you’re on the right ship. We’ve been working to take him down for years.”
Jisung’s face gives nothing away as he ponders your offer, and you realise you may have underestimated him slightly. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Minho shift his weight from one foot to the other. So he’s feeling it, too.
“And what if I don’t? Want to join you, I mean,” Jisung asks carefully, and you smile at him and shrug, but you can feel the darkness swirl in your chest. You let some of it filter into your smile, and Jisung tenses in response. Perceptive. Definitely underestimated him.
“Then you can rot in our cell until we dock at our next safe harbour in about two months. And we’ll see if we can get some money out of your uncle, what he does with you after, I don’t care,” you say casually and look up at Minho who’s smiling at you. There’s a dark glint to his eyes that you know all too well.
“And if your uncle doesn’t pay, I’m sure someone else will. Pretty boy like you should fetch an equally pretty price,” Minho adds, looking down at Jisung with an eery smile, as his eyes flit all over the younger man’s flushed face.
You know Minho is bluffing, but Jisung doesn’t, and his pokerface is slipping now, his red cheeks not helping his case as his eyes race around the room like he’s trying to weigh his options. You decide to let him stew in it for a bit.
“Chan!” you yell, relishing in the way Jisung nearly jumps out of his skin at the sudden sound. Chan walks in and you motion towards Jisung vaguely.
“Han Jisung, take your time to think over our offer. When you’ve decided, let Chan know, and he’ll arrange for us to see each other again. Otherwise, I will see you in two months, to hand you off to the highest bidder.”
You have to rip your eyes away from the spectacle that is Jisung’s flushed, panicked face and nod at Chan.
“Take him back to his cell.”
Chan complies, untying Jisung’s feet from the chair. This time, the young man doesn’t fight it, just sits there, his brows furrowed, his eyes trained on you, and it’s like you can see the gears turning in his head. He’s still staring at you as Chan tugs him to his feet and drags him to the door.
You wait for the footsteps to fade down the hall before you turn to Minho. He’s already looking at you.
“Do you think that offer is a mistake?” you ask him, and he purses his lips, thinks for a second. Then he shakes his head.
“I think the boy’s got nowhere else to go,” he responds, “and isn’t that how most of us found our way here?”
He gives you a crooked smile, eyes trailing over your face, and you remember the first time you met Minho.
It was a stormy day, brutal winds, howling around the sails, whipping ice-cold drops of rain into your freezing face. You were ambushed, stupidly, all your fault, really, getting into strange waters during a storm like this. As so often, Jeongin and his perfect eyesight saved you, flying down the sails in the late afternoon gloom, raising the alarms as quietly and quickly as he possibly could.
Now, you and your men were fighting tooth and nail, your 25 against the other ship’s 20, and you were winning – the last part wasn’t a surprise. Everyone in these waters knew not to fuck with you. You and your crew were the undisputed masters, and only fools would ever cross you. Turns out, these were fools. But they were paying for it now.
You took a moment to escape to the quarterdeck to survey the scene. Chan and Changbin, the muscle of the ship, were on the other ship, taking down pirates easily, brutally, efficiently. Your plank was protected by Hyunjin, your first mate, but coincidentally also the best shot in the seven seas. Your other men were dotted around, fighting wherever they found the enemy, beating the other crew by a mile. Good.
You saw something glint from the corner of your eye and started, whipped your head up in alarm. Up in the fighting top of the main mast of the enemy ship sat a man about your age. He sat up there, away from the action, looking the picture of relaxation, kicking his legs, twirling a knife between his nimble fingers. His hat sat next to him on the wood, his head uncovered, shaggy black hair slicked back with the rain, revealing an angular, criminally handsome face, and intelligent, feline looking eyes.
He didn’t look away, not breaking eye contact even for a second as he watched you, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away, something about him–
You felt the air shift around you before you heard him, the heavy, lumbering brute that was charging at you. Unsurprisingly, he was not just lumbering but also predictable, pulling his fist too far back so you easily dodged his first punch, then the predictable other one. It took you about 20 seconds, two hard punches to the ears, a knife in the stomach and a kick to his gut to take care of him, tipping him over the side of the ship unceremoniously, and when you looked up, the man was still looking at you, and he was as calm as before, seemingly unaffected by the fact that you had just killed one of his mates, potentially one of his friends. Your eyebrows furrowed further, but again, you were interrupted, and this time all thought of the stranger left your head when your navigator, Seungmin’s panicked voice rung from the fray on the main deck.
“Captain!” he yelled, his voice full of panic, and your head snapped over to where he was leaning over Jeongin, who was holding his shoulder, dark blood seeping through his fingers. Ice-cold panic surged through your entire body.
“Shit,” you breathed, your cutlass clattering to the floor as you vaulted over the railing of the quarterdeck, weaving through the fighting to get to them as fast as you could. The bleeding was bad, Jeongin’s face an unhealthy shade of white, but it looked like he might survive. You needed him to survive. You helped Seungmin drag Jeongin’s shivering body into the hallway below the deck, barricading the door behind you, so nobody could follow you, and ran for your surgeon.
As soon as Jeongin was somewhat stable, you and Seungmin left him and made your way back above deck, where your crew had rounded up the last four pirates from the enemy ship on their deck. The man you had seen on the top wasn’t among them, and you felt a stab of disappointment and, if you didn’t know any better, grief.
Changbin gave you a small bow as you walked over.
“What should we do with these men, captain?”
You took a long look at them, watching calmly as one of them gathered spit in his mouth and spat at you, a thick glob of it landing on your boot. You looked at the spit, then the man, then Changbin.
“That one? In a boat, alone, no provisions,” you ordered and Chan was already moving, dragging him up and over to one of the lifeboats.
“The others,” you said slowly, watching the rest of the men cower in fear, avoiding your eyes, “You have the option to join my crew. If you choose not to, I’m feeling nice. Boat, enough provisions for a few days. Under the condition that you never, ever draw your sword against me or mine ever again.”
But none of the men took your offer, so you let your crew deposit them into a boat and send them off. They would probably be fine, the sun was set to rise on a clear day in the morning, and if they were smart, they could find their way back to land. If they weren’t, well, then you were glad they didn’t take your offer. There was no margin for error out here. Davey Jones took no prisoners.
You watched calmly as Chan and Changbin set about looting what they could from the ship, standing in the drizzling rain of the waning storm as they hauled crates upstairs, stuck around until they doused the ship in oil and set fire to it. The remaining raindrops crackled in the flames, the heat of the burning ship barely warming you, only making you more aware of the chill that sat deep in your shaking limbs and aching bones. When the ship was mostly burned, you nodded to your men, spoke a word of congratulations, and turned towards your cabin. But before you could open the heavy door that led below deck, a heavy thump of something hitting the deck sounded behind you, followed by the sound of yelling and the metallic swish of 20 swords being drawn.
You whipped around and came face to face with the man from the top, his features even more striking, his eyes even darker, more dangerous up close. An undeniable relief washed through you at the sight of him. Something told you that it would have been a shame if he had just been killed. But instead, he must’ve hid in Jeongin’s abandoned lookout post before he jumped from your main mast onto the deck. A bold move, considering the 25 men that immediately surrounded him, swords and knives drawn.
But the man didn’t seem to care. He stood there, shoulders squared, chest rising and falling with even breaths, his feline eyes boring into yours, unreadable, deep, beautiful. Then he drew his knife from his scabbard, placed it in his upward-facing palms and got on his knee, bowing his head.
Your whole crew was stunned into silence.
“What’s your name?” you asked loudly.
“Lee Minho,” the stranger answered, without lifting his head, his voice muffled by the material of his coat.
“What are you expecting from joining this crew?”
“A captain who cares for their crew, a captain who stands for something,” the man, Minho, said resolutely and without hesitation, and you blinked your eyes in surprise.
“So you know me?”
“I heard much of you, captain,” his answer came immediately, his voice still as sure as it was in the beginning, “I was hoping I would meet you one day, to see if the rumours were true.”
“What rumours have you heard then?” you said with a smirk, and some of your crew laughed, easing the tension. You made eye contact with Hyunjin over to your left, who raised an eyebrow at you, then Chan, who looked puzzled.
“That you’re ruthless, but fair. That you protect your crew like family. That you fight the good fight,” Minho said, and then nobody was chuckling any more. He was serious.
You walked over to the man until you were sure he could see the tips of your boots in his vision, waited for a second. But he didn’t raise his head, a sign of obedience that spoke of the truth of his words more than any promise ever could. Slowly, leisurely, you reached down and tapped his cheek, prompting him to raise his head. It was only when his gaze met yours again, that you suddenly realised what you’d missed these last few minutes. Something red-hot shivered down your spine. Danger. Sparks. Heat.
“What role were you hoping to get on my ship? I have to tell you, we’re pretty fully staffed.”
You weren’t, but he didn’t have to know that. He was still staring into your eyes. Something about the way he looked at you set you on fire, like your soul knew him already. It took everything in you to keep your steady eyes on him.
“I want to be your second-in-command,” he stated, and surprised murmurs broke out all around you. You raised your hand to silence them and nodded for Minho to continue.
“I saw you out there, you were all alone. A captain should always have someone to have their back.”
You cocked an eyebrow and smirked at him darkly, feigning a confidence that you could feel only the barest remnant of after this big battle, the excruciating wet and cold in your bones. But feigning it helped, distracted you from the sheer power he seemed to have over you.
“If you saw me, I think you saw I can handle myself just fine. Or do you disagree?”
Your men were chuckling all around you again. Lee Minho wasn’t. He shook his head, his eyes dipping down to your shoes briefly, in a sign of submission.
“You can defend yourself, but I think you shouldn’t have to. You’re here to lead, not to fight. Let me fight for you.”
He raised the knife he was still brandishing on his upturned palms higher. A shiver racked down your spine and weariness tugged at your eyes. You didn’t have any fight left in you. And something about him seemed … right. He was different, clearly very intelligent and independent. Despite the heat, the sparks, the danger, your intuition told you to accept him.
So you nodded.
“You can stay. But you will have to earn our trust in order to even be considered for a position that close to me. I don’t fancy getting stabbed in my sleep.”
Lee Minho nodded, still on his knee.
You turned around and nodded to your first mate, Hyunjin.“Hyune,
make sure he gets something to eat and a cabin to sleep in.”
Hyunjin nodded with a slight bow, and you turned around without another word, leaving Minho kneeling in the middle of the deck, in the drizzle, surrounded by your crew.
The man you had just made that same offer, to join your crew, was very different from the type of people you usually accepted. Lee Minho had joined your crew of outsiders almost easily, falling into easy companionship into the group of weirdos, outcasts from society, people who didn’t have anywhere else to go because they were trapped, by people, governments, creditors, pimps. They were all people who were mistreated by the very people, like Han Yujun, you knew from the very first day would be your life’s mission to take down.
Han Jisung was not without means, he was not an outcast in the traditional sense, although the way he spoke about his uncle, the quiet determination in his pretty eyes, his steadfast self-respect, it didn’t feel at all like all the other rich government assholes you had met. No, in a very real way, it all felt … achingly familiar. Like looking into a slightly skewed mirror.
But you forced yourself to be patient, to let him stew until he made his own decision. Though you asked Chan to take him to the baths, to wash his clothes for you and bring him some proper food.
Lee Minho, back when he first joined, managed to worm his way into your crew’s good graces in just a few short weeks. Oddly enough, it felt like he fit right in. And despite his closed off demeanour, his serious, feline eyes, it turned out that the real Lee Minho was a lot gentler. Also observant, steadfast, loyal, honest.
But he was also strong and merciless. The first fight you got involved in, even if you hadn’t appointed him, Minho never left your side, fighting your attackers with a ferocity and precision, a grace in his strong limbs, you had never seen in a pirate before. And he remained by your side when the fight was over, when you crossed the plank to the other ship, when you forced the enemy captain to his knees, when you interrogated and even when you dealt with him afterwards – through all of it, Minho stood two paces behind you on your right, his hand on his knife. The look on his face was determined, yet neutral, never questioning; you felt it that day for the first time, something that you would come to learn was one of the most important things about Minho: his support felt unconditional.
Before you parted ways that night, caked in blood and your hair and clothes reeking of the smoke of the burning enemy ship, his strong hands, the ones that had killed and mauled in your name, found your shoulders with a gentle, yet firm grip. He didn’t speak, just stood there looking at you, searchingly, inquisitively, until you gave him a tired smile. When he seemed satisfied that you were okay, he let his hands fall from your shoulders, bowed and turned on his heels, heading for the crew cabins downstairs. Something small and fragile in you wished he would’ve stayed. It felt dangerously nice to be so cared for.
You appointed Minho your second-in-command not much later.
You have to wait for two days before Chan knocks on the door to your cabin and finally announces that Jisung is asking to see you. You briefly weigh the risk of being alone with your captive, whether you should send Chan to find Minho up on deck – but you figure you will be able to defend yourself, no matter how feisty he was the other day. Plus, you have a feeling this one might need a bit of a gentler hand.
So you ask Chan to get him and wait, patiently, leaning against the front of your heavy desk, dark brown booted feet crossed at your ankles. The footsteps that walk up to your door this time are much calmer, one set of heavy steps you easily identify as Chan, the other much softer, more meandering in the way they find their footing.
There’s a low muttering exchange of words before Chan knocks and enters, pushing Jisung in front of him.
“Do we need to tie you to a chair again or are you going to be a good boy?” you ask Jisung, in lieu of a hello, and he narrows his eyes slightly, nose tipping skywards.
“I- I’m perfectly fine like this, thank you.”
You quirk one eyebrow at him, make a show of shrugging at Chan before you dismiss him. But Chan hesitates by the door.
“Are you sure? Should I get …” he starts, but you raise your hand to cut him off. His mouth snaps shut immediately.
“I’m sure. I would prefer it if you didn’t question my ability to question my captive. Leave us.”
Chan nods tersely, face burning as he bows.
“I’ll be right out here,” he says loudly, throwing a warning glance at Jisung before closing the door behind him.
You let your eyes finally fully fall on the young man in front of you.
He’s still in the same clothes from the day you captured, but they look like they have been washed. He looks fine, too, clean and well-rested, his soft brown hair still falling into his eyes in messy waves. Still pretty, you observe. He doesn’t say anything, just waits for you to speak with his lips pursed into his indomitable pout.
“You look like they’ve been taking care of you well, just like I asked,” you say finally and watch him blink at you warily.
“They have …” he says cautiously, and you raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing around your lips.
“What? Do you have any complaints? Surely, it’s not the food,” you ask in an effort to make him lighten up, but Jisung doesn’t respond, only jerkily shakes his head.
“Where’s your guard dog?” he suddenly asks, too sharply, too loudly.
Both of your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, annoyance starting to lick at your neck.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” you say calmly, but dangerously, giving Jisung another chance to change his approach before you shove him right back into his cell, this time without such courtesy as you’ve shown him so far. Jisung falters briefly, before he bristles again.
“About your height, anger issues, looks like a greasy cat, smells like one, too,” Jisung supplies feistily.
Irritation starts to bubble deep in your gut, and you try hard to swallow it down, though the tremor in your voice is impossible to control.
“I don’t know if you’re familiar with the power dynamics in a situation like this, pretty boy,” you start icily, taking very slow, calculated steps towards Jisung, “but I’m the one who told my men to allow you to bathe, I’m the one who told them to bring you some of their food, and I’m the one who will decide whether I send you to starve in a boat by yourself tonight, sell you to a slave master in two months, or kill you myself. right. now.”
By now, you’re face to face with him, so close your breath puffs against his skin with every exhale, your eyes roving over his flushed cheeks, the little birthmark next to his mouth. When he still doesn’t say anything, you place a gentle hand on his chest before you shove him, suddenly, and with all your strength-
Jisung reels, stumbles backwards, eyes widening as he trips over his own feet, and you watch coldly as he slams into the hard floor with a loud thud and a groan. The door flies open and Chan is in the room within milliseconds, knife drawn and ready. He gives you a panicked once-over, then glares at Jisung, who’s still groaning on the floor.
“Take him back,” you say coldly and Chan automatically straightens up when he hears the ice in your voice, “and this time? Give the spoiled brat the regular treatment.”
Chan hauls Jisung to his feet without another word, his grip on his arm more than painful if Jisung’s hiss is anything to judge by. He drags Jisung to the door unceremoniously, but Jisung struggles.
“Wait!” he yells, but Chan keeps moving. Good to know your station as captain is still intact. “Wait, wait, captain, please.”
Captain. You look at Jisung expectantly as he is being dragged away.
“I’m sorry, wait, please,” he stammers out, louder, yanking at his restraints, tries to get his arm out of Chan’s grip, though it clearly hurts him. He looks at you pleadingly, and you don’t know what possesses you, but you decide to hear him out.
“Chan, stop,” you order, and Chan does so immediately. Jisung stops struggling and breathes out a sigh of relief. He winces when he tries to move his arm, his breathing laboured from his struggle.
“Captain,” he says, with emphatically, slightly bowing his head, “I … I want to join you.”
He … what?! You huff out a shocked laugh. Even Chan snorts, staring at the young man like he lost his mind.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you breathe out and Jisung grimaces, but stays silent. “You come in here with an attitude like that and then only change your mind at the prospect of shitting into a bucket for the next two months, and you expect me to believe you?!”
“Fuck,” Jisung curses, and you laugh again.
“Yeah, fuck’s about right. Should’ve thought this through.”
Jisung shakes his head. Chan starts tugging at his arm and Jisung starts talking, his words so fast you can barely make them out.
“No, no, I already … I’m … I’m not good at this, okay, scratch that, I’m bad at it. Always been bad at diplomacy. My uncle never failed to tell me, trust me. But in my defence, I have never been abducted before and,” Jisung starts babbling and both you and Chan watch him, blinking stupidly. “And yes, the prospect of shitting in a bucket is horrible, but even before that, the food wasn’t lost on me, okay. Neither was the bath. I’m just not used to being tied up, at least not in these circumstances,” a nervous laugh, “but my mother has always said my big mouth will get me in trouble one day.”
You look at Chan and Chan looks at you, and you slowly raise your hand, to wave for him to wait outside. He once again hesitates, but you glare at him and wave him off again. He relinquishes his hold on Jisung’s arm, who grimaces in relief while his mouth is still going a mile a minute, scuffing the toes of his boots into the uneven planks under his feet.
“… and besides, I wouldn’t have worn this outfit if I had known. But that’s beside the point. What I wanted to say was, I want to accept your offer.”
When he finally raises his head and looks at you, his face is no longer flushed, instead you can see the smooth planes of his chipmunk-like cheeks, watch as his eyebrows furrow with determination. He tosses his head back, shakes the hair from his eyes, meets your gaze with his own, shockingly honest one. Something in your gut is telling you to trust this man, and it feels oddly similar to the feeling you had with Chan and Jeongin, and the same feeling you had with Minho.
Jisung watches you carefully as you un-sheath your knife from where it’s hanging at your hip and take a step towards him. His eyes widen, his mouth drawing into a perfect little o as he stumbles back, almost tumbling to the floor all over again.
“I’m sorry, okay, I thought I made it clear I didn’t mean it – I- Please don’t kill me!”
He squeaks when his back hits the wall, and he cowers in on himself. How he could go from so feisty and angry to so cute and anxious is beyond you. He’s … very different from the rest of you, and you briefly wonder how much trouble that alone could land you in. But then again, you had never turned anyone away just because they were weird. Quite the opposite, it’s what had kept you all stuck together like this.
He’s still cowering, squeaking again when he feels the cold metal press against his thin shirt. You slice through the rope, and he jumps, his arms sliding from where they had been crossed against his back.
His eyes fly open when he realises he’s no longer bound, and he blinks up at you, eyes wide and cheeks puffed out in shock, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at just how ridiculous he looks. Like someone drew him.
“Don’t make me regret this,” you say quietly before you re-sheath your knife and turn around, walking back to your desk and leaning against it again, just like you had when he had first entered. For all intents and purposes, to anyone, even Chan, it would probably look like you were the picture of relaxation. But your whole body was pulled taut as soon as you turned your back on him. Just because your gut feeling tells you to trust him doesn’t mean you’re an idiot.
But the only thing Han Jisung does is walk closer to you one you’re settled against your desk, rubbing the red marks of the ropes on his wrists, the spot where Chan had grabbed him so roughly, a slightly disgruntled look on his face.
“So, you said you wanted to join us?” you say carefully and Jisung straightens up and nods, bowing slightly.
“I want to join you, Captain, if you’ll have me.”
So polite.
“Why?” you ask simply, and he blinks at you. You nod for him to go on.
“Because … because I’m bad at politics, especially the one my uncle is so good at. Like, I don’t know if you can tell, but I’m a pretty bad liar, and I’m pretty sure that’s all my uncle does. Besides, I don’t want to be good at his kind of politics, the kind that starves people and runs them out of their homes and …” he swallows thickly, and you watch him closely. Still, you couldn’t find a single indication that he was lying.
“And it’s not like I have anywhere else to go,” Jisung adds, suddenly overly interested in the shining leather of his boots, “my uncle might kill me or put me on another ship with men whose only interest is my ass, I have no friends because all I ever did was politics, and my parents are fucking dead.”
His voice breaks slightly at the end, before he chuckles, humourlessly, tosses his head nonchalantly.
“It’s probably stupid that I’m laying out all my cards like this, but like you just reminded me, you hold all the power here.”
He raises his head and when he looks at you now, his big brown eyes are glassy, though his lips are pursed resolutely. There it is again. You make up your mind then.
“We’re all in a similar boat here, pun intended,” you offer carefully. He chuckles slightly and sniffles once, rubbing his nose with his sleeve. He’s so … cute. The thought of anyone touching him without his consent made a familiar, ugly hatred burn deep in your gut.
“None of us had anywhere else to go when we first joined, but now we have found a sense of belonging. The others will tell you their own stories on their own time if they wish to, but rest assured, we were all lost once. Lost and angry and wronged.”
Jisung nods, his eyes glued to yours so attentively it almost made you nervous.
“And …,” you hesitate, something that feels foreign to you, “you’ll be safe here. Nobody will … try to hurt you here, in any way, or … touch you without your consent.”
“Yeah?” Jisung asks, his face still determined, but his voice a quiet, hopeful thing. God, you swear your heart would crack if you still felt like you had one.
You nod gently.
“We’re a family, family should never hurt each other.”
The dark, cynical disappointment buried deep in his eyes is painfully familiar. You wonder if he can see it in your eyes, too. You clear your throat, assuming your ‘captain voice’ again.
“Let’s leave it here for today,” you announce, and it’s like Jisung shakes himself out of it, stands up straighter and nods again. Cute little bobblehead, you think. “And tomorrow, I think we should have a long conversation about how far you’re willing to go against your uncle. Because I know family can be a bit–“
You’re interrupted by the door flying open so hard that it rattles on its hinges. Minho barges in, his eyes wild, his shoulders squared, fists balled by his sides. His gaze falls to Jisung’s untied hands, panic all over his face for a brief, unguarded second, before he collects himself. His eyes race over your body, inspect you for any sign of injury or discomfort, but the relief when he comes up empty does nothing to assuage his panic. He walks to your side, his hands reaching towards you before falling helplessly at his side.
“Are you fucking insane?” he hisses out, his breath coming out in short bursts. He looks wild, and yet his eyes are so much softer than he ever allows himself in front of people. “Why is he untied? Why are you alone with him? Why didn’t you tell Chan to get me?”
Your heart soars, plummets, constricts deep in your chest, the panic in Minho’s eyes mingled with something you can’t think too much about, let alone name, making your head swim. You have to take a steadying breath. Then you do what you have to do.
“Minho,” you say coldly and Minho takes a step back as if wounded, his face slipping into his cold pokerface, though the pain that flashes through his eyes feels like it’s stabbing you in the heart. “I will interrogate who I wish, how I wish it. Chan didn’t get you because I asked him not to. Understood?”
Minho nods mechanically, eyes glued to yours as he searches and searches your gaze for any of the warmth that’s usually there. You keep it locked away and it aches. His gaze falls on Jisung and his eyes narrow.
“You,” he spits out and Jisung jumps slightly, going pale under Minho’s wrathful glare.
“Jisung is one of us now,” you say matter-of-factly, and Minho’s gaze snaps back to yours, widening in surprise.
“You just made that decision,” Minho says, as is his habit, sounding out a question like it's a statement.
“He just had a conversation with his captain and said captain made that decision, yes,” you say drily, and Minho swallows before lacing his hands behind his back and straightening his back. He’s no longer looking at you, eyes fixed vaguely on the wall behind you, but you can see his hands shaking. You want to throw up. You chance a brief glance at Jisung and to your relief, he doesn’t seem to be aware of all the implications crackling through the air, the only thing he seems to see is his new captain putting her crew in their place.
“Then the captain has made her decision,” Minho says calmly, and you nod and suffocate the tendril of tenderness and regret in your chest that makes you want to reach out and trace the delicate curve of his clenched jaw until it relaxes under your touch.
You turn back to Jisung, who’s staring up at Minho with something between awe and fear in his eyes. You clear your throat, and he drags his eyes away from Minho back to you.
“I realise I never introduced you. This is Lee Minho, my second-in-command, my right hand,” you say and Minho briefly nods at Jisung, eyes stony.
“Now,” you add and call for Chan, who walks into the room calmly, though he avoids looking at Minho. He must’ve heard. Great. “Chan will take you to the mess, where you can introduce yourself to some of the other boys. And tomorrow we talk about the other thing.”
Jisung nods at you, throws a nervous glance at Minho, before he turns around and gives Chan a tentative smile, one that Chan half reciprocates before he ushers him out the door, closing it behind him softly.
The silence that follows is deafening. Minho doesn’t budge an inch, eyes still glued to the wall opposite him, even when you turn to him and cross your arms over your chest.
“I can’t have you questioning my authority like that, Min,” you say calmly, gently. Minho eyes flutter slightly, but he doesn’t acknowledge you. “Not in front of the crew or Chan, and especially not in front of the new guy. You hear me?”
Minho nods again, his eyes blinking rapidly now.
“Talk to me, please? Is it because I didn’t let you know that I was talking to him? Is it because I made the decision without you?”
It’s like Minho breaks, disbelief swimming in his beautiful eyes when he stares at you.
“That’s what you think this is about?”
No.
“Yes?” you offer, withering under his gaze. But you stay strong, though where you pull the strength from is beyond you.
“You can make any decision you want. You’re the captain. I trust you,” he says, and you can tell he means it, but you can also see much more than you’re able to handle.
“Then what was that?” you ask even though you know the answer.
“Y/N …” Minho breathes out your name like a promise and a sob threatens to scratch itself out of your throat, “I … You … You have to …”
You bitterly realise just how good you’ve become at your poker face when he stops himself, running his hands through his hair with a choked sigh.
“If you don’t know, then …” he starts again before he shakes his head hard and makes for the door. “It was nothing, captain, nothing at all.”
He leaves without looking back, letting the door fall shut behind him. When the silence envelops you, you finally allow yourself to crumble.
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This man is just dominant through & throughout when it comes to sex. Don't get me wrong he can definitely be a huge softie & the aftercare never is anything below 10/10, You both enjoy the dynamics you have both talked about, that being sub & dom dynamics.
You're currently under him with your legs around his waist as he has your nipples between his fingers as he is sucking yet another line of hickies into your neck as your hand is wrapped around his length, jerking it slowly as you share small moans. He releases his lips from your neck with a small suction noise before he slithers his way down you slightly, making you release your grip from around him & you let out a disappointed whine but it's short lived as his lips attach to your nipples as he slides two fingers into you, making you thrust your hips subconsciously into them, weaving your fingers into his dark hair & tugging on it slightly as you wriggle as much as you can while he is still laying on you.
His hand finds its way up to your neck before putting a small ounce of pressure on it which makes a higher pitched noise come out of you & you can feel him smirk beneath you.
He gives equal attention to both tits as you push down on his fingers ever so often, hinting for him to put more pressure on your neck, which he has absolutely no issue doing.
"Like having my hands wrapped around you that badly, babe?" he smirks to you as he removes his fingers from your dripping hole when he feels you clenching more than usual, edging you (this is definitely another huge kink of his).
He smirks as he removes his hand from your neck, letting out deep breaths as you no longer have the restriction but it doesn't last long as he lines himself up to your now gushing pussy as he leans over you again, kissing on the reddened skin of where his hand was, turning your head to the side for better access as he finally slides inside, you letting out a hum as you grip onto his arms, him making a deep groan noise which is music to your ears.
He begins to thrust at a slow pace, giving you the curtsey of allowing you to get used to having his cock stretching you out, your nails now digging into his arms, making him let out a few hisses between groans & kisses. He hits an extra deep spot when he changes position & rhythm which makes you squeal & he quickly throws his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans so they're not bouncing off the walls as much, his hand obviously sliding back up to your neck in the meantime, making it harder for you to kiss him back.
"You need'a be quiet sweetie, don't want Jeongin to hear, he's still home babe." he huskily whispers out after breaking the kiss, noses basically touching as he watches your eyes roll backwards, right before pulling out. "Flip over f'me, my pretty girl." he speaks out as he jerks himself off, helping you flip over anyway as your legs & breath are both shaky, placing a pillow beneath your pelvis.
LEEKNOW: RIMMING
This man has been so secure in his sexuality since LIKE FOREVER so this isn't a shock to anyone that he enjoys rimming. He does not care whatsoever when it comes to 'roles' during sex, he just likes to go with the flow. This man can be the biggest sub on earth & beg for every touch & can also switch to the most pain loving dom on earth. Nothing makes Leeknows toes curl more than when you are giving him oral (sloppy & with plenty of spit ofc) & letting plenty of spit drip onto his pretty hole before he takes it apon himself to hold his legs back so you can suckle on there too.
You've been jerking him off on your shared couch for the pst couple of minutes, his hips jerking into your hand as you're using your thumb to spread his gallons of precum along his angry red tip.
"cmon jagi, just put your lips on me, come n get a taste" he teases & chuckles & you chuckle back, not with him but at him. His cheeks are so red & his bunny teeth have made his bottom lip swollen from the constant nibbling on it but yet he's still trying to tell you what to do.
You roll your eyes before giving into his commands (because how couldn't you) & don't waste any time before taking him into your mouth & hollowing your cheeks as your tongue swirls around every inch of it it can reach despite the heaviness of his dick resting on it, paying extra attention to the underside of his tip as he is the most sensitive there as your fingers fondle his balls which makes him throw his head back, hips stuttering as he tries to hold himself back from thrusting into your mouth, because he knows if he does, you won't give him what he really wants.
This goes on for a few minutes & he is taking continuous deep breaths as his hair is now sticking to his face, enjoying the moment but you both know just head isn't enough to make this man see stars anymore. "y/nnie, g-go lower, pret-pretty please" he whines as you pop off his cock with a loud suction noise, letting all the built up spit that hasn't already leaked out from the ides of your mouth while he was in your mouth drip out onto his cock as you use it as lube to jerk off with, making eye contact with him as you still fondle his balls.
"Ah you want me to lick your pretty hole, hmm? Hold your legs f'me then, since you deserve it, don't you? Been so good for me." you say in a soft voice & he nods his head, letting out a 'uh huh' as he wraps his hands around the back part of his knees & pulls them back, allowing you as much access as you need to see & get right up against his now spit covered, pretty pink hole.
You scrape your fingers against his thighs as you sink slightly lower on your knees & lick a slow circle of eight along the full thing & he instantly moans, way louder than when you were sucking his cock not even two minutes ago.
You begin to slurp on it as your fingers reach back up for his balls & cock, fondling & jerking him off, his cock leaking more than a broken faucet.
You allow all spit that forms in your mouth to roll off your tongue straight onto his rim, making him let out whines that anyone in the street can hear, his hips grinding against your tongue, his eyebrows furrowed as you are eating him as if it's the last thing you will ever be able to taste, Leeknows hand now jerking himself off as you slide a finger inside him, making him shriek & not even five seconds after you begin to feel for & locate his Gspot, he is cumming all over his own abs as his eyes roll back & legs shake in his hands.
you keep tasting him but slow down until his orgasm finally dissolves & he gives you a smirk, looking down at your drool covered face before you crawl up his frame & kissing him, allowing him to taste himself & he hums in approval. "your tongue i-is honestly the best thing on this earth." he pants out which makes you blush as you kiss him again.
CHANGBIN: FEMINIZATION/ MOMMY KINK
Just by looking at Changbin with one glance, anyone would assume he not so physically wears the pants in the bedroom due to his stature but that is not the case. Infact, there is nothing that turns this man on more than wearing his pretty little thigh-highs, little miniskirts, lacey bralettes & maybe even a bit of perfume & some pretty makeup that he is so proud of being able to do.
LOOOOVEEESS having his pretty nipples toyed with as you ride him obviously praising him the entire time, making sure to smother the lipstick he has on onto your own lips before pecking all over his face, leaving physical proof of the kisses you're giving him.
"Look how pretty my mommy is, so cute f'me" you say in a low voice as you're kissing the part of his chest not covered by his pink bralette, your legs holding yourself up on each side of his waist, straddling him.
"so pretty just for you y/nnie" he replies, ears turning bright red & his cheeks blushing a few shades darker than the actual blush he brushed onto his cheeks an hour before.
You do a few playful bites onto his chest, making him whine as he thrusts under you, not moving much because of the weight on top of him.
"Can you take off your pretty bra for me, mommy? I wanna see your tits baby" you ask, not making direct eye contact due to wanting to admire the pretty now messed up lipstick fades on his top lip & on the top of his chin.
He nods enthusiastically before sitting up, your chests now pressed together as he unclasps it & throws it aside, instantly lying back down & you following after him & latching onto his right nipple as your hand cups over his muscle, not being able to fully hold it due to the size.
The whines & moans that leave his lips as you do this is better than any music you could ever listen to. You suckle on his nipple as your other hand pinches & lightly pulls on his nipple, making his hand rest on top of it, not wanting your hand to stop its movements for even a second. In the meantime, you can feel his hardon underneath his plaid skirt & matching thong & you would be cruel to not give him even more pleasure despite knowing he could & will orgasm just from nipple stimulation alone.
You pop off his now red, raw & sensitive nipple after forming a small bruise from the suction & look at him to see him already looking down at you, pupils dilated & curly poodle hair now damp with sweat. "You want your pretty pussy played with too, jagi? Take off your pretty panties & give me them & play with yourself for me while I keep myself here, mkay?" you say as you raise your hips the slightest bit & he wastes no time as he shimmys his panties down & puts them into his mouth on instinct, just like what you would want him to do.
You smirk at the action before leaning back down & now taking his other nipple into your mouth as he hisses at the sensation. He picks up his leaky cock into his hand & begins jerking himself off at a fast pace, you both almost being able to hear the wet noises of his shaft due to how much precum is leaking from his tip over the noise of the wet tongue noises of your lips & his loud but muffled whines & groans.
You can feel his legs shaking behind you & you open your eyes, not stopping your actions as you can see drool beginning to soak through the thong in his mouth & his eyes rolling backwards as they go crosseyed. You begin to bite lightly & moan onto his tit & before he can even realise what's going on, cum spurts out of his cock & you feel it spray up your back, soaking staining your shirt.
You pop off his nipple again & smile at him & kiss the tip of his nose as you pull the now soaked panties out of his mouth, listening to his pants as you nuzzle yourself into his neck.
"W-was so good, my precious baby." he whimpers out as he kisses your ear, wrapping his arms around you & gives you a small squeeze, smiling ear to ear, breathing heavily. You just kiss his neck in response.
HYUNJIN: CUM SWAPPING
Anything that's to do with his lover, he is absolutely obsessed with. It's 100% confirmed (by me) that he is such a soft lover especially during sex, but that doesn't mean he isn't messy. He loves having you plaster him in hickies & loves doing it back, he loves leaving small bite marks on the inside of your thighs & you love nothing more than putting lipgloss on just before kissing all up & down his shaft, claiming it as yours.
But up until recently, he thought there was no way to have you both mark each other inside, that was until you both masturbated together while instructing the other on what to do & once you both orgasmed, you both put each others fingers into your mouths to lick them clean, & that is where Hyunjins biggest kink sprung to life.
You're both sitting opposite one another, feet planeted on the bed with your legs outside his, to stop them from closing since they tend to shake when you're close to orgasm.
"Don't put a finger inside yet, hunny, rub your pretty clit instead f'me, alright?? It's so swollen baby, it wants your attention." he hushes out, voice shaky as he is pumping himself at a slow pace, keeping the same pace as you do.
You follow his command but let out a small groan in disapproval at his words but it is short lived as your fingers make contact with your little nub, making you throw your head back & your hips buckle upwards at the contact. You let out a happy sigh before looking back at the gorgeous flustered man in front of you.
"So wet for you Jinnie, cup your balls for me, look so heavy, I want to touch them so badly, baby." you splutter out, eyebrows frowning & he chuckles at your words as he does what you ask & begins tapping his balls with his fingers before cupping them in his hand & using his thumb to roll them in his hand as the other fingers massage them.
"cum for me n then you can feel them, I'll save you some cum i promise, beautiful. Look at how soaked the sheets are hunny, you can put a finger in if you'd like, show me how tight you are jagi." He scrunches his eyes together as another dribble of precum leaks from his red, pretty tip, a low groan leaving his plush lips.
You do as he says & you put two fingers into your dripping hole, a squelch noise leaving the area as you begin feeling around for your G-spot, it being harder to find since your fingers are shorter but you find it after a few seconds. You let out a long whimper as your other hand reaches down to your clit, now receiving double pleasure as your legs begin shaking as you try your hardest to keep your eyes open to watch the man in front of you come undone at the same time as you.
"F-fuck, you're so beautiful y/n, my own piece of moving a-art. Go-gonna cum with you, mkay? Don't wait for me." He whines, voice sounding raspy & breathy as he speeds up his movements.
You both have your eyes glued to one another as you feel your orgasm building up in your lower stomach, legs now feeling fuzzy. "g-g'na cum Jinnie, s-so goo-" you are cut off as your orgasm sprays out of you, coating the bedsheets, your fingers & even a few droplets hitting against Hyunjins cock & that's all it takes for his orgasm to hit him like a truck, cum spurting over his hand as he twitches a bit & back gives out slightly, leaning right into you.
You lay on your back & he follows quickly behind, chests connecting as his cock goes limp against your thigh. Your lips lock together as your tongues poke against the others for a few seconds but you both break it due to lack of breath. You both nuzzle your noses against each other before you move your hand up to his lips & before you even hint towards anything, he puts them in his mouth as he sucks them clean.
You stare at him in awe as he hums around them before allowing you to pull them out. You open your mouth to say something but you are left speechless as he brings his own, cum covered hand, up to his lips & licking a stripe of cum that is across his thumb before tapping your cheek. You don't need to hear what he wants as your lips part & he spits the mix of your fluids into your mouth & you whimper at the taste before swallowing it & sticking your tongue out to show it's all gone.
"Now you're marking me inside too, so poetic." you chuckle & his cheeks go red as he hides his face in your chest as he slides down to lie there. "Don't act as if you don't like that fact." he mumbles back, feeling shy but also extremely turned on.
You've convinced me that Han Jisung has a piss kink, like it's just canon in my head at this point.
I feel like he'd be the type of boyfriend with no boundaries. If you live together and there's only one bathroom, he's coming in with you (even if there are multiple bathrooms he'd see peeing and showering as communal activities).
Butttt I feel like he'd be nervous admitting he wants to experiment with piss sexually so he'd try and show you and hope you catch on. Like imagine you get in from a long drive and you're both dying to pee so you race to the bathroom and you beat him there but he says he can't hold it and asks to just pee through your legs.
You're too desperate to argue about it so you sit on the toilet and he's standing over you pulling his pants down and you both start to pee. The noises he makes are ungodly and at first you're just like damn he really needed to go but then you realise he's staring at you with those gorgeous cheeks all flushed. He's gripping his chubby little cock and gushing pee but you know that look in his eyes.
You press your legs closer together so the gap he's peeing through gets smaller and some of it splashes on your thighs. It's warm and surprisingly pleasant and you see his cock jump as he gasps at your actions. Then you get bold and reach out to rub your thumb right over his slit so that his stream soaks your hand.
"Fuck baby…" he whimpers.
You sit back and spread your legs wide, running your hand dripping with pee - HIS pee - over your stomach. "Do it Sungie, I know you want to."
He doesn't need to be told twice. He aims his still spurting cock right at your clit and you both let out the loudest moans. The pressure of his pee is so intense from how bad he needed to go you almost come on the spot.
His legs are trembling and his head is thrown back in ecstacy. He's running his dirty little mouth of course but it's an unintelligible mess. "Ohmyfuckinggodbabyyesyesyessofuckinggood."
Finally, his stream trickles off and your pussy, stomach and thighs are soaked in his pee. It splashed up almost to your tits and he just about faints when you swirl your finger in the mess then suck it off.
"Mmm, you taste so good my sweet boy." Your finger pops out with a wet smack. "But I bet you're even sweeter at the source."
You grab his hips, digging your nails into his soft honey-toned thighs, and pull him towards you to take his already hard cock into your mouth. Poor baby is so overwhelmed with pleasure that he can only moan and whimper for the few seconds it takes to make him explode down your throat.
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That was fun to write. I thought you might appreciate it haha
I'm tempted to write more of these for the other members - could I be an anon? I don't mind which emoji, any that's free x
I DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT I NEED TO KNOW. I REALLY AM IN LOVE WITH YOU…….
IM TRYING TO THINK OF AN EMOJI HANG ON IM KINDA STONED RN.
I would never have made this blog if that anonymous ask I sent hadn't got so many likes. Apparently there is a community of SKZ piss kink lovers and I am here for it
Little Golden Showers - volume I (Warning: Piss kink, 18+ only)
WARNING: As the title suggests, this is a piss kink fic. Piss kink/omorashi in general will be a common occurrence on this page so if that's not your thing don't follow me. Any hate or kink shaming will be deleted and/or ignored.
Buuuttt if it is your thing feel free to send me hard thoughts on SKZ piss kink -- or any SKZ hard thoughts (I usually write sub SKZ but I can be flexible). I'll do a pinned post shortly with the kinks I'm uncomfortable writing (there's not many I am a heathen lol). In the meantime, enjoy this first instalment!
Peeing on their chest/stomach
Chan
Asked you to do it as a joke, didn't expect you actually would
But once you say yes he's surprised by how much the thought turns him on
Loves how filthy it is, but is also someone who really values emotional connection and trust and the fact you're willing to be this vulnerable with him makes him so hard
"Come on babygirl, I can see you need it so bad."
Pulls you into his lap and probably gets too excited and starts prodding your bladder trying to make you let go
Once you do the man is in heaven, moaning and biting his lips never taking his eyes off you as you soak his abs in deliciously warm piss
The second you're finished he's flipping you onto your back and fucking you until the bedpost breaks
Lee Know
This is alllll about the control for him
Enjoys the omorashi side of it more than the actual pissing (although he likes that too)
Would make you drink so much water you're about to burst, then tell you you're not allowed to let go until he says
"Be patient kitten, I know you can be good and hold it for me."
Wants you whimpering and squeezing yourself so you don't leak... and then he pushes your hands aside and teases you with his fingers
If you let out an accidental spurt of pee he spanks you
Only when you're on the verge of tears with desperation does he allow you to let go, laying back and offering up his perfect body for you to make a mess on
Gently grips your chin so you have to maintain eye contact the entire time
Changbin
He's usually a big softie for you, but he can be a hard dom when he wants to be
This isn't something he'd necessarily want to do all the time, but he likes experimenting
Wants to feel needed, and what better way than when you're desperate for release?
"Does my bunny need to go? Do it on me baby, I'll catch it all."
Has his strong arms around you the entire time, as if he's trying to squeeze every last drop out of you
Unlike the others he closes his eyes when you actually start peeing on him, so he can enjoy the warmth and the feeling of wetness
But he holds you close to him and presses kisses to your neck while you let go
Hyunjin
Was 100% his idea
Wants you to ruin him in every way possible, but what he loves about pissing is that you're marking him as yours in the most primal sense
Strips naked and spreads himself out before you, his beautiful cock flushed red and straining before you even approach him
Definitely wants you to take a more dominant role and talk to him, might even taunt you
"Yes... Want to feel dirty, please make me yours."
Lets out the most sinful moans when you finally splash his stomach with pee
Throws his head back and bites his lips
Will definitely be stroking his cock using your piss as lube unless you order him not to
Han
The most enthusiastic of them all (with Hyunjin a close second)
Is already hard the second pee is mentioned
Can never decide whether he prefers peeing on you or being peed on, but anything involving piss makes this man see stars
Cannot keep him quiet for love nor money. A moaning, whiny mess
"Baby, baby please I need it! Want you to piss on me, please please please."
Literally screams the second you pee all over his tiny waist. Toes curling, babbling, shaking, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise
Your bladder has more stamina than he does and he's painting your ass and back with come before you've finishing pissing
Felix
Sweet angel is a kinky bastard underneath
Loves absolutely anything that allows him to feel close to and intimate with you, and the fact that this is something so private and just between the two of you really gets him going
When he's the one peeing, he likes being edged to the point where he can't hold it anymore, but when it's you he wants it to be relaxing and sensual
"Let go baby, it's okay. Love you so much."
Deep moans the second you start peeing
Can't resist kissing you and holding you close to his body during
If he's feeling brave, he might even slip his hand between your legs so your stream soaks his fingers
Would 100% eat you out afterwards if you wanted him to, just worships you
Seungmin
Similar to Lee Know, he likes the omorashi aspect
Wasn't sold on the pissing at first, but you worked up to it - straddling his thigh in the shower and letting your pee dribble down his legs. Then him doing the same to you
Enjoyed it more than he thought he would
The part of him that hates mess is his biggest barrier here, but when you're so needy and desperate and in his control he can't help getting turned on
"You need it that bad? It's only a few glasses of water, is your bladder that weak?"
Brings out his dom side, will tease you so much before finally letting you go and is a bit mean (adores you really though)
Will deny it to his dying breath, but has very sensitive nipples and loves being in a cold room then having your warm pee splash over them. Makes him moan so loud (until he claps a hand over his mouth)
Jeongin
We've all seen the baby alpha Innie fics
The idea of being pissed on, or pissing on someone else, initially freaks him out - but more because he's worried that liking it would make him dirty-minded and you'd judge him for it (even though you were the one to suggest it, silly boy)
Eventually he says he wants to try it, and it brings out something feral in him
If you beg him to allow you to let go, he's going to lose it
Prepare to be choked and have his famously long fingers digging into your bladder until you explode all over him
"Oh yeah, just couldn't hold it could you? Gonna punish you for this."
Like Chan, will be pounding into you immediately afterwards while you're still dripping
