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a = angst f = fluff
piwon
“WHAT” - bff shota who wants more, and he always gets what he wants. f , smau
“come here?” keeho steals bf!shota phone f, smau
“please?…” idol!keeho x reader who just wants some more photocards of her boyfriend, is that too much to ask. f, smau
“keeho” keeho x insecure!reader, reader lost her bra and gets mad at keeho. implied fem reader because reader is on her period and lost her bra. kinda a but actually more f, smau
“you dont own the store!” keeho and reader both work at a cafe but the twist is keeho is the manegers son….. f, written (in my opinion this is really bad, but it was my first fic so bare with me) DONT READ DNI THIS IS ACTUALLY ASS I GET CHILLS EVERY TIME I LOOK AT IT
“where you at?👀” idol!keeho x nonidol!reader he finally has a day off so he uses it to bother you! f and smau
i mean i guess bro intak is in tour while the is s home wrecker
skz
“😂😂😂” seungmin x reader, after a long day, all your boyfriend can do is cheer you up. a and f, smau
“i cant lie to them” dad&idol!chan x tired reader. reader is sock of him being late. a and f, smau
enhypen
“WHO IS THAT” fwb!niki x reader, jake mentioned. f smau
“we broke up” ex!riki x reader, series, smau a and f i think. 4 parts
“yes…..no…maybe…so?” jungwon x drunk reader written
“square 🆙” kim sunoo x reader smau
“just let me do it” riki x reader smau and written
Synopsis: Your sister is convinced Seungmin deserves better than you—and that she should be the one to have him. But after spying on you, breaking into your flat and trying to expose your “affair” with Minho, she learns that Seungmin already knows everything—and still chooses you.
Cw: suggestive content
a/n: i deadass wrote this out like 5 times untill i was happy with it lmaoao, I’m actually wanting to do atleast another part so i’ll focus on some of the other boys as well, i just didn’t want it to feel to crowded and forcedd. Alsooo im so sorryy that it feels so smushed together tumblr block limit is the bane of my existence. AnywayyI hope you all enjoy <33
Wc: 18.5k
Part 1
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The cabinet had looked considerably less complicated in the woman’s hallway. She’d stood beside it with one hand resting on the top, talking about how her husband used to take it apart whenever they moved and put it back together in twenty minutes. Half an hour, maybe, if you hadn’t done it before. She’d said this while Changbin carried one of the glass doors out to the car and Jisung crouched beside a sandwich bag full of screws, nodding as though he’d already understood the entire construction from looking at it once. By the time she drove away, you were still feeling quite pleased with yourself. It was exactly the size you’d wanted. Dark wood, ribbed glass, brass handles. Your records had spent months in boxes against the wall, and the cabinet was supposed to be the thing that made that part of the flat finally look finished instead of somewhere you’d only recently moved into. An hour later, it was spread across the rug in twelve pieces and Jisung had stopped saying the woman’s husband was probably just good at DIY. “Don’t lift it yet, I haven’t—Changbin, wait, my hand’s still there.” “I’m not lifting it. I’m moving my knee because I’ve been sitting like this for twenty minutes.”
“Yeah, but the whole thing’s on your knee, so when you move—just, hang on.” Jisung lowered his face until his cheek was almost against the wood, trying to see beneath the rail he’d been holding in place. His hair fell into his eyes again. He blew at it, missed, and carried on feeling for the screw hole with one finger. “Move it back a little. No, your other way. That’s my way.” Changbin stared down at him. “You said back.” “I know, but from where I am—okay, don’t move. Just stay exactly like that for a second.”
Felix was kneeling beside the coffee table with the screws separated into careful rows, although the only instructions the seller had given you were six photographs printed from her phone. Four were too dark to see the fittings. One appeared to be upside down. The final picture showed the completed cabinet beside a vase of dried flowers and wasn’t helping anyone. You were holding a shelf across your lap because Jisung had handed it to you ten minutes earlier and hadn’t yet asked for it back. “Are you sure that’s the bottom?” you asked. Jisung didn’t look up. “Pretty sure.” “You were pretty sure the other one was the bottom.” “No, I said it could’ve been. That’s different.”
Felix glanced over at the panel beneath Changbin. “The other one has the holes for the feet.” Jisung’s hand stopped beneath the rail. Changbin looked down. “This one doesn’t?” Nobody answered immediately. Jisung slowly pulled his arm out, picked up one of the printed photographs and turned it towards the lamp. “No, because—wait. Is that a foot there, or is it just a mark on the rug?” You leaned towards him. “That’s absolutely a foot.” “Right. Okay.” He looked at what they’d already attached, then rubbed the back of his wrist across his forehead. “It’s fine. We can turn it over later.”
“You’ve screwed both sides into it.” “I know.” “You said it’d be obvious before we got this far.”
“It is obvious now.” You laughed despite yourself. Jisung looked up at the sound, his mouth twitching before he glanced back at the frame. One sleeve of his sweatshirt had fallen over his wrist. You reached across and pushed it up, folding it once above his elbow so it wouldn’t slip again. He went still while you fixed it, then caught your fingertips briefly when you passed the screwdriver back. “Thanks,” he murmured, already looking down again. Seungmin arrived carrying wine, a bag of cans and absolutely none of the practical things you’d asked him to bring. He let himself in, kicked off his shoes and stopped in the doorway. There was a long enough silence that you turned towards him. Seungmin looked at the cabinet pieces, then at you. “I thought you said it was assembled.”
“It was.” “So what happened?” “The woman took it apart.”
His eyes moved to Jisung, who was now removing a screw he’d only just put in. “Why?” Felix glanced up from the screws before answering. “So it would fit in the car,” Felix said. Seungmin stepped farther into the room. “Her car?” You answered before he could ask anything else. “She delivered it,” you told him. He looked at you properly then, waiting. You started laughing before he even said anything. “I know. We didn’t think about that.”
“No, because why would she take it apart before putting it into her own car if she already knew it fitted?” He set the wine on the coffee table, forcing Felix to drag two rows of screws out of the way. “Did she just not want it in one piece anymore?” “She said her husband always dismantled it when they moved.” “Maybe she hated him.”
Jisung lowered the screwdriver. “Can you help instead of making the situation feel worse?” “I’ve just got here. I’m still finding out what the situation is.” “The situation is that I need one of the middle-sized screws. Felix knows which one.”
Felix pointed to a row. Seungmin picked one up, examined it as though there might be a trick involved, then passed it over. For perhaps eight minutes, he genuinely tried. He held one end of the rail while Jisung fitted the bracket, found the small packet containing the feet and noticed that the glass doors had different hinges. Then he opened the wine, poured himself a glass and started reading the seller’s profile aloud instead. “She’s listed a dining table as ‘lightly used’, but there’s a burn through the middle of it.” You craned your neck to see his phone. “Maybe that’s why she photographed it with a tablecloth.” “She’s put ‘easy restoration project’.”
Felix was still sorting screws. “That usually means broken.” “The cabinet said ‘excellent condition’.” Everyone looked at the cabinet. One side was scratched. The base was upside down. Changbin still couldn’t take his hands off it. You took the glass Seungmin offered you. “Don’t show me anything else she’s selling. I don’t want to know.”
Minho came in from the kitchen when he heard the cork go back into the bottle. He had the tea towel over one shoulder and a small streak of flour or salt across the front of his shirt. “You started drinking?” “You were cooking,” Seungmin said, already reaching for another glass. “I’m still cooking.”
“That doesn’t stop you drinking.” Minho accepted the wine and came over to inspect the cabinet. He circled it once, crouched beside Jisung and pressed his fingers against the bracket. “This is backwards.” Jisung looked at him. “It isn’t.”
“It is.” “The photograph’s taken from this side.” Minho picked up the page and held it beside the panel. “No, it isn’t. Look at the door.” Jisung leaned closer. Felix shifted over to see. Changbin, still trapped behind the frame, tried to look upside down. “Oh,” Jisung said eventually.
Minho held his hand out for the screwdriver. Jisung gave it to him with less resistance than he’d given anyone else all evening. Minho removed the bracket, turned it and refitted it while drinking between screws. When he finished, he handed the tool back and sat on the floor beside your legs. “Both of them are backwards,” he added. Jisung stared at the matching bracket on the other side. “Could you have said that before you sat down?” “I thought you’d work it out.”
“I have been working it out for an hour.” “Mm.” You rested your fingers in Minho’s hair, lightly scratching near his scalp. He leaned into your knee without taking his eyes off the cabinet. A timer sounded from the kitchen. Minho didn’t move. It sounded again. You nudged his shoulder. “Is that important?”
“Probably.” He took another mouthful of wine, then caught your wrist and kissed the inside of it before getting up. “Don’t let them attach anything else, honey.” Jisung looked up as Minho started away. “We’re not waiting for you,” Jisung called after him. “You should.”
The cabinet was back on its side by the time Minho returned to the kitchen. You kept trying to help for a while. You held the rail, found a washer beneath the sofa and checked the listing photograph for any sign that the central shelf was supposed to tilt slightly. You were nearly certain it wasn’t, although by then you’d lost enough confidence that you didn’t insist. Seungmin had moved to the boxes of records. At first, he was only clearing them out of the way. Then he opened one and started going through it, sitting cross-legged with his drink balanced between his ankles. You noticed when he went back through the same stack a second time. “What are you looking for?” He held up one of the sleeves. “You don’t have any of our albums.”
“I do.” “Where?” “I have all your music on my phone.”
“That’s not what I said.” Seungmin looked back into the box, pushing several records aside. “You’ve got two copies of this, for some reason, but not one thing with any of us on it.” “That’s sooo not true. One of those was a present, and I literally do have one of yours.” His eyebrows lifted. “Where is it?”
“In my bedroom.” “That’s Jisung’s.” “It’s been beside my bed for months.”
From the rug, Jisung looked over. “Which one?” “The one you left on the floor.” “I thought I’d lost that.”
“You’ve slept next to it, like, twenty times.” Jisung frowned as though trying to picture your bedroom from memory. “I don’t really look at the floor.” “That’s because your clothes are usually covering it.”
He started laughing and the screwdriver slipped out of the screw head. Felix reached over to steady the bracket before it moved. “Okay, wait, why am I involved now?” Jisung asked, still laughing. “Seungmin’s the one judging your record collection.” “I’m not judging it. I’m just finding out that she’ll spend actual money on everybody except us.” “Oh my God, you’re being sooo dramatic. I didn’t even buy both copies of that one.”
“You kept them.” “Because I like it.” “More than anything we’ve released, apparently.”
You put the shelf down and got up. “Move.” Seungmin shifted enough for you to sit beside him, although you still had to push one of his knees out of the way. He immediately rested it against your thigh again. “There,” you said, pulling a record from near the bottom of the box. “You bought me this.” “That doesn’t help you.” “It proves I own something you chose.”
“It proves I have better taste than you.” “You chose it because you liked the cover.” “I chose it because you’d like the music.”
“You said, and I remember this very clearly, ‘It’ll look pretty in your room.’” Seungmin took the sleeve from you and looked at it. “Both things can be true.” An old receipt slipped out and landed across your knee. He picked it up before you could. “Thirty-eight pounds?” You leaned in, trying to read the faded ink. “That says thirteen.”
“It does not.” “Thirteen pounds eighty.” “There’s no decimal.”
“It’s faded.” “The rest of the receipt isn’t faded.” “You’re making that up because you want me to feel guilty.”
“I don’t need to. You paid nearly forty pounds for an album and then stole Jisung’s instead of buying ours.” “I didn’t steal it. He abandoned it.” Jisung, now half under the cabinet again, said, “I didn’t abandon it. I forgot where it was.”
“That’s the same thing after three months.” Minho came out carrying a spoon. “What’s the same thing?” Seungmin answered before you could. “She’s trying to claim Jisung’s album because she doesn’t own any of ours,” Seungmin said. You looked over your shoulder. “No, because he’s leaving out the entire part where I have your music, I have things you’ve given me, and I’m not buying albums from people who bring boxes of them into my flat whenever they visit.” Jisung looked over from the cabinet. “That happened once,” Jisung said.
“You left twelve.” “They were different versions.” “They were blocking the wardrobe.”
Minho put the spoon against your mouth before you could continue. “Taste.” You took the bite, still looking at Seungmin. He was smiling into his glass now, obviously far too pleased with himself. “It needs something,” you said. Minho’s hand stayed beneath your chin. “What?” “I don’t know. It’s nice, but it’s—wait, let me try again.”
He fed you another bite. Seungmin leaned in with his mouth open. Minho moved the spoon away without even looking at him. “You always say it’s fine.” “It usually is. Why are you asking people if you’ve already decided something’s wrong?” “I’m not asking you.”
“You put the spoon near my face.” “I was reaching past you.” Seungmin caught Minho’s wrist and stole what was left anyway. Minho stared at the empty spoon. “That was hers.”
You laughed and leaned back against the sofa. Minho sat behind you, one leg stretched alongside your hip, and took your glass when you offered it over your shoulder. Seungmin found something to put on. The first song began quietly enough that Felix asked him to turn it up. Changbin stopped holding the frame long enough to stretch, only to catch it again when it tilted. Felix started singing under his breath while he worked. Minho stayed on the floor behind you, his palm warm against your side, until something hissed from the kitchen and he got up halfway through a sentence. You tried helping again after that. Jisung asked you to pass him the measuring tape. You stood, took two steps and stopped when Seungmin called your name. He had another sleeve in his hand. “You’ve got three copies of this.” “I absolutely don’t.”
“There are two in here and one by the player.” “The one by the player is Minho’s.” Minho called from the kitchen, “No, it isn’t.”
“You said it was.” “I said I liked it.” You turned towards the kitchen. “You literally brought it here.”
“I carried it from your bedroom.” “That doesn’t sound right.” “It was under your bed.”
“That could’ve been Jisung’s too.” Jisung made a muffled sound from beneath the cabinet. “Why am I suddenly responsible for everything on your floor?” “Because most of it is yours.”
The measuring tape remained forgotten until Felix asked where you were going with it. You looked down at your empty hands. “Oh. I haven’t got it.” Seungmin found it beneath the edge of the sofa and opened it across the rug. Instead of passing it over, he pressed the metal end against your wrist. “What’re you doing?” “I wanted to know how long your arm is.”
You stared at him. “Why?” He extended the tape towards your elbow, eyes narrowing at the numbers. “I don’t know. I thought it was longer.” “That doesn’t even—give it here.” You reached for it. Seungmin pulled his hand back, and you leaned over him farther than you meant to. He caught your wrist when your knee slipped from the rug. The tape snapped shut between you. You nearly landed on top of the record player, but Seungmin hooked an arm around your waist and dragged you sideways instead. You grabbed his shoulder, taking him down with you. His glass tipped, although Changbin somehow caught it with one hand while still holding the cabinet with the other. “Thank you,” Seungmin said, already trying to get one of your wrists beneath his arm. Changbin put the glass on the table. “I don’t know why I did that.”
You twisted onto your side, laughing too hard to get any leverage. Seungmin caught you around the middle and pulled you back against him. “You started this,” you said, trying to push his knee away with your foot. “No, you threw yourself at me because you couldn’t wait five seconds.” “You were holding it away on purpose, and now you’ve lost it anyway.”
“It’s under the sofa. We know where it is.” “That’s not the same as helping.” Seungmin had both your wrists by then, although his grip kept slipping because he was laughing. You could probably have got free if you’d put any real effort into it. Instead, you looked across the room. “Binnieee, help me.” He was holding the cabinet upright while Felix adjusted something near the back. “With what?”
You tried to point at Seungmin with the hand trapped against his chest. “This.” Changbin glanced at Jisung. Jisung was reaching into the cabinet with his entire arm. “Please,” you added as Seungmin started pulling you farther across the rug. Changbin let go. The cabinet dropped with a heavy crack. Jisung ripped his arm out. “Fuck—Changbin, are you serious?” “She called me.”
“She’s wrestling Seungmin. I had my hand inside this.” Changbin was already coming over. He bent, wrapped one arm around Seungmin’s middle and lifted him cleanly away from you. Seungmin’s laugh broke into a startled sound as he grabbed Changbin’s shoulders. “No, wait—put me back. We weren’t finished.” “That was too quick,” you said, sitting up. Changbin looked between you. “You asked me to help.”
“I know, but you didn’t even give me a chance.” “A chance to do what?” Seungmin was still half hanging against Changbin’s side, trying to straighten his shirt with one hand. “She was nearly getting out.”
“You had both her wrists.” “Yeah, but she’d started using her legs.” Changbin stared at him for a moment, then set him down and walked back towards the cabinet without answering. “He’s annoyed now,” you murmured. Seungmin watched him go. “He ruined it and somehow he’s annoyed.”
Jisung pointed towards the frame. “Can somebody hold this before it lands on Felix?” Changbin went back to the cabinet, Seungmin caught your ankle before you could stand, and you both ended up sitting against the sofa, still breathless. You looked at the cabinet from the floor. One side sat higher than the other. The first door was leaning against the wall beneath a tea towel because Minho had said somebody was going to kick the glass. “It looks awful,” you said. Seungmin followed your gaze. “It looks fine from here.” “No, it doesn’t.”
“You’re too close.” You pushed yourself up, walked into the hallway and looked back. It looked worse. Seungmin waited. “Well?” “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You’ll like it when it’s done.” “Do you genuinely believe that’s happening?” He looked at Jisung and Felix, who were lying on opposite sides of the frame trying to reach the same hinge. “Not really.”
You came back and dropped onto the sofa. Seungmin stretched his legs over your lap before you were properly settled. The loose shelf beside you had become a table for the wine, Minho’s phone and two half-empty cans. You looked at it for several seconds, then put your glass down with the others. “At least this part’s useful.” “You could just keep it like that.” “I’ve paid for a very expensive plank.”
“It’s better than the cabinet.” You started laughing again, leaning back until your head rested against the sofa. Your phone lit beneath the edge of the cushion. You saw your sister’s name and enough of the message before you turned it over. I know you said I was reading too much into that picture from Mum’s, but Seungmin looked embarrassed. He’s probably too soft to tell you, and I just think— You pushed the phone farther beneath the cushion. Seungmin was complaining about the order of the records now and hadn’t noticed. He’d found one you’d apparently filed in the wrong box and was explaining why it didn’t belong there while you drank enough wine to stop caring where any of them lived.
Minho came back and stole his phone from beneath the bottle. He sat on the arm of the sofa for a while, one hand resting on the back of your neck as he listened to Seungmin talk. Then he got drawn into a conversation with Changbin about where the cabinet was supposed to stand, moved it fifteen centimetres to the left and decided you’d been right the first time. By then, nobody could remember where it had originally been. Jisung had one drink over the course of the evening, taking small mouthfuls whenever Felix stopped to check a fitting. The warmth showed more in his face than his behaviour. He was still focused enough to finish things, but each time he looked towards the sofa it took him longer to look away. He came over once to retrieve his glass and stopped beside your knee. There was pencil across his cheek again. You rubbed at it with your thumb. “You’re making it worse,” he murmured. “You’ve got it in your hair now.”
“Minho tried using a wet finger.” “What was wrong with that?” “He’d just touched the sauce.”
You laughed, still wiping at the mark. Jisung caught your wrist, kissed the centre of your palm and leaned down for your mouth. The kiss barely lasted before Felix said his name from the rug. Jisung stayed close for another second. “I really don’t want to go back.” “You’re nearly done.” “You’ve been saying that for ages.”
“I haven’t. Felix has.” “That’s worse because I trust him.” He kissed you again, quick and warm, then went back to the cabinet with his glass still in his hand. Seungmin watched him crouch beside Felix. “He’s going to give up.”
“He’s too stubborn.” “No, look at him. He’s not even listening.” Jisung was holding a hinge while Felix explained something, but his eyes had drifted towards the sofa again. You smiled when he caught you looking. He lowered his head, took another drink and made Felix repeat whatever he’d just said. Seungmin turned towards you. His arm had been stretched behind your shoulders for long enough that you were already tucked against his side. “You know, this still doesn’t make up for the albums.”
You groaned. “Oh my God, you’re still going.” “I’ve had time to think about it.” “That’s never good.”
“I’m just saying, you’ve got an entire box of records from people you’ve never met, and then ours is apparently too much commitment.” “That’s soo not what I said. I said I already have all the music, you lot leave things here anyway, and I’m not spending money just so you can come over and make fun of which photocard I got.” “I wouldn’t make fun of you.”
“You absolutely would.” “I’d just ask why you picked the version where my hair looked bad.” “You’d say that about every version.”
“No, there were two good ones.” You turned towards him. “Name them.” Seungmin opened his mouth, then seemed to reconsider whatever he’d been about to say. You kissed him before he found an answer. His laugh caught against your lips, one hand sliding from the back of the sofa to your waist as you shifted closer. You’d meant it as a quick interruption, mostly because he’d been talking for too long and you knew it. Seungmin followed when you pulled away. Your leg slipped over his lap. His fingers moved beneath the back of your top, warm against your skin, and the next kiss settled more slowly.
You could still hear Felix and Jisung talking over the music. Something moved in the kitchen. Changbin walked past carrying one of the loose panels. None of it disappeared, but Seungmin’s mouth was soft from the wine and his thumb had started tracing the same small line against your side. You drew back enough to breathe. He came with you, lips brushing the corner of your mouth before finding it again. The forgotten conversation returned somewhere between kisses. “You still haven’t said which versions,” you murmured. “I’m not discussing that while you’re doing this.” “You started it.”
“I know. I’ve changed my mind.” You smiled into his mouth. The kissing stayed loose, interrupted by laughter and the record changing beneath the needle. Seungmin’s fingers slid into your hair when you leaned farther over him. You caught his jaw and kissed him again, slower this time, until his hand tightened beneath your shirt. Across the room, Felix asked Jisung for the screwdriver twice. Jisung didn’t answer until Changbin touched his shoulder. The first door finally closed without scraping. Felix opened it again, adjusted the hinge and closed it once more. Jisung fitted the second while Changbin held the frame. Minho came out of the kitchen and stood behind them with his glass, offering unasked-for advice until Jisung told him he’d lost the right to criticise after abandoning them for dinner. Minho kissed the back of Jisung’s head and kept talking. Eventually, both doors stayed shut. The handles weren’t quite level. The cabinet rocked faintly when Jisung took his hand away. You saw both things. You drank what was left in your glass and said nothing.
Jisung stayed crouched in front of it, opening one door, closing it, then trying the other as though it might behave differently if nobody watched. Felix looked underneath. “We still need to put the feet on.” Jisung sat back on his heels. “Tomorrow.” “It’s going to scratch the floor.” “Put something under it. I can’t—no, I’m actually done. I don’t even want to see the feet again tonight.”
Felix considered the small packet on the table, then tucked it safely beneath the instructions. Jisung got up. You were still half across Seungmin, one hand resting near the back of his neck. Jisung came over and sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of you, his knee touching yours. He waited until you looked at him. “D’you wanna come to bed with me?” His voice was quiet enough that it sat beneath the music. There was nothing demanding in it. He just looked tired, warm from the drink and far too hopeful for someone trying to act casual. You smiled. “Yeah.” Seungmin kissed you once more before moving his hand from beneath your top. He shifted his legs out of the way, fingertips brushing yours as you sat up. Jisung didn’t take your hand until you were already standing. The kitchen smelled warm and spicy behind you. Minho was tasting the sauce again. Felix and Changbin were trying to move the cabinet without letting its unfinished base touch the floor. Jisung led you down the hallway. He waited until the bedroom door closed before kissing you.
His hands found your waist straight away, drawing you into him with all the impatience he’d spent the last hour swallowing. His mouth was warm from the drink, the kiss messy for the first second because he’d moved too quickly. You caught his hair and pulled him back just enough to look at him. Jisung’s eyes dropped to your mouth. “I’ve been waiting forever.” “I know baby.” You giggle You kissed him again and walked him backwards. He followed without looking, hands sliding beneath your top as the backs of his knees found the mattress. He sat when you pressed lightly against his chest, gazing up at you while you moved between his legs. You climbed onto his lap. Jisung breathed out sharply, hands closing around your hips as your weight settled over him. He was already hard beneath you, hips lifting before he seemed to realise he’d moved. You tightened your fingers in his hair. His head tipped back with a soft whine, throat opening beneath your mouth. “Again,” he breathed.
You pulled once more, then kissed beneath his jaw. Jisung’s hand started higher under your shirt. You caught his wrist and returned it to your waist without stopping the kiss. He left it there, fingers flexing against you. You moved slowly over him. His lips parted against your neck, breath catching as he pressed upwards to meet you. When he tried to hurry, your hand in his hair slowed him again. “Please,” he murmured, and you felt the word against your skin. You kissed lower, leaving the first mark beneath his jaw where his collar would nearly cover it. Jisung made another quiet sound and tilted his head farther for you. The second was darker, just visible above the neckline of his sweatshirt when he shifted. Someone knocked. Jisung went completely still beneath you. A second knock came before either of you moved. Minho spoke through the door. “Honey, your sister’s here. Something about a certificate.” Jisung dropped his forehead against your shoulder. “No.” You closed your eyes. “I know.”
“We’ve literally just—” “I know.” “Don’t answer.”
“She’ll stay there.” “Let her.” You started to move. His arms tightened around your waist for one last second before he let you stand. Jisung stayed on the bed while you fixed your top. His hair was a mess from your hands, his lips swollen and his breathing still uneven. He looked down at himself and groaned quietly. “I’m not going out there.”
“I wasn’t asking you to.” “Good.” You bent and kissed his forehead before leaving him to recover. Minho was waiting farther down the hallway. He’d turned the heat down in the kitchen and had your phone in one hand. “She messaged again.”
You looked at the screen. I’m nearby anyway. I’ll just come up. “She’s at the front door?” “I didn’t let her farther than the mat.” Minho tucked the phone into your hand, then smoothed the back of your top where it had caught underneath itself. “You okay?” “Annoyed.”
“Mm.” He kissed your temple. “I’ll be in the kitchen.” Your sister was standing just inside the open doorway with her coat still fastened and a folder held against her chest. Her expression was pleasant in the careful way that meant she was already prepared to be offended. “Sorry, I know it’s late. Mum was asking about that old county music certificate and I said I’d collect it because I was nearby anyway. I did message.” “You told me you were coming after you’d already decided.”
“Oh, don’t make it into a thing. I’m not staying.” Her smile widened slightly as she glanced past you into the flat. “It sounds like you’ve got everybody here.” “They helped me build something.” “That’s nice.” Her eyes moved towards the living room, where Changbin and Felix were still shifting the cabinet while Seungmin sat on the sofa, turning over the record. “You do keep them busy.”
You looked at her. She adjusted the folder in her hands, smile still there. “I meant it’s sweet. They’re always doing things for you.” “Which certificate does Mum want?” “The cream one with the gold seal.”
“They’re nearly all cream and most of them have gold seals. What year?” “I don’t know. She said you’d know which one mattered.” “She can tell me tomorrow.”
Your sister sighed softly, as though you’d made an incredibly simple favour exhausting. “I was trying to save her having to come over. She’s already got enough to deal with, and I thought it would take two minutes, but it’s fine. I can tell her you didn’t know where it was.” “I know where the box is. I don’t know which one you’re asking for.” “Yes, I heard you.” Her voice stayed light. “You don’t need to get defensive.”
You stared at her for a second. She smiled again and looked over your shoulder. “Is Seungmin all right? He looks a little… I don’t know. Quiet”. “He’s listening to music.” “I know. I didn’t mean right now.” She tilted her head, lowering her voice as though she were sharing something kind. “He’s very understanding, isn’t he? Sometimes I wonder whether people take advantage of that because he doesn’t like making a fuss.”
“Stop deciding what he feels.” “I’m not deciding anything. God, you’re so sensitive whenever I mention him.” She gave a small laugh, almost affectionate. “I just think he’s lovely. You know that.” The bedroom door opened behind you. Your sister’s eyes shifted immediately. Jisung came out rubbing one hand over the back of his neck. He’d straightened his clothes, although not particularly well. His hair was still pushed up on one side, his lips visibly swollen, and the mark beneath his jaw had already begun to darken. Another showed above the loose collar of his sweatshirt when he turned towards the living room. He glanced at your sister, then at you. “I left my drink out here.”
“It’s by the sofa.” Jisung nodded and started past. The collar of his sweatshirt had folded underneath itself at the back. You caught his sleeve, pulling him to a stop, then freed the fabric and smoothed it down before letting him go. Jisung stood easily beneath your hands, attention already drifting towards the glass on the coffee table. Your sister lifted her phone. The movement was quick, half hidden behind the folder, but you saw the camera angled towards you. “Did you just take a picture?” She lowered the phone. “No.”
“You did.” “I was checking whether Mum had replied.” “With your camera open?”
Her expression shifted into mild disbelief. “Oh my God, I didn’t deliberately take a photograph of you. It opened when I picked it up.” “Show me.” “I’m not handing you my phone.” She laughed again, quieter this time, as though you were embarrassing yourself. “I don’t know why you’re acting like there’s something here worth photographing.”
Jisung had stopped a few steps away. He looked from her phone to you but didn’t come back. Your sister’s eyes moved over the marks on his neck again, then returned to your face. Her smile became almost tender. “Aw. You’re always fussing over them.” You heard exactly what sat beneath it. Jisung, already turning towards his drink, didn’t react. “I thought it was sweet,” she added when you didn’t answer. “You’ve got them all letting you look after them. Even the ones you wouldn’t expect.” Her eyes flicked briefly towards the sofa. Seungmin was still where he’d been, one knee tucked beneath him while he spoke to Felix about the record. He hadn’t noticed the phone or the comment. “Delete the picture,” you said.
“There isn’t one.” “I watched you take it.” Her pleasant expression tightened around the edges. “Fine. Maybe I took one accidentally. You were standing there together and I thought—actually, never mind. I don’t need to explain every little thing when I was only trying to help Mum.”
She unlocked the phone, tapped the screen and held it towards you for barely a second. “There. Gone. Happy?” You didn’t trust her, but the folder was still empty, dinner was cooling and you were done letting her stretch the evening any farther. “Ask Mum what year she wants. I’ll take it to her tomorrow.” “I can collect it.”
“I’ll take it.” Your sister looked at you for a moment, then gave another small sigh. “Okay. Whatever’s easiest for you.” She stepped backwards into the hallway. Before leaving, she glanced past you one more time—at Jisung picking up his glass, at Minho moving between the kitchen and the table, at Seungmin curled into the sofa as though none of this required his permission. Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Have a nice night,” she said sweetly. “Try not to keep them all too busy.”
You closed the door before she could soften it into another supposed joke. The lock clicked beneath your hand. For several seconds, you stayed there, listening to the lift doors open farther down the corridor. Minho appeared beside you without crowding, his fingers touching lightly between your shoulders. “She gone?” “Yeah.” “Good.”
He returned to the kitchen when you didn’t say more. Jisung was standing near the living-room doorway with his drink untouched in one hand. The marks on his neck looked darker beneath the light now. He waited until you looked at him. “Do you still wanna come back?” There was a little uncertainty beneath the question, the earlier urgency softened by the interruption. He didn’t move towards you or assume the answer. You crossed the space between you and took his free hand. “Yeah. Come on.” Jisung set the glass down without drinking from it. This time, you pulled him towards the hallway. The music followed you as far as the bedroom door. ౨ৎ The music reached you before the lift doors opened.
It stopped halfway through whatever section they were working on, somebody called something you couldn’t make out, and then the same bass line started again while you were still walking down the corridor. The practice-room door had been left open. You slowed when you reached it, partly because you didn’t want to walk straight through the middle of rehearsal and partly because it was easier to stand there for a second and work out what you were looking at. Six of them were in the room. Felix was sitting beside the speaker with one shoe off, rubbing at the back of his ankle while Jeongin drank water near the mirror. Hyunjin was still marking through something despite the music having stopped again, watching his own reflection while Changbin explained where he thought he was supposed to cross. Minho stood a little further back with his hands on his hips, listening. You understood enough of what they were saying to know it was about spacing. After that, they lost you. You’d picked up bits over the years because it was impossible not to when you were dating eight people who could turn a conversation about dinner into a discussion about breath support, timing or whether somebody had been half a beat late. You knew what a count was. You knew what they meant when they said they were marking something. You could usually tell when a formation looked crowded, although you couldn’t necessarily tell anyone why. You were much better at knowing when they were tired. That part was obvious. Seungmin noticed you while reaching for his water. His whole face lit up.
He sat up quickly enough that the bottle tipped against his knee, caught it before it fell and immediately waved at you with his other hand. Felix followed his gaze, smiled and lifted his hand too. You waved back at both of them, and then Seungmin pointed at the empty space beside him. You stayed where you were for another few seconds because somebody was crossing in front of the door. Seungmin patted the floor twice. You laughed and went over. “You came upstairs,” he said as soon as you were close enough, catching your wrist before you’d even put your bag somewhere sensible. “I thought you were going to wait downstairs.” “I was, and then I heard all this.” “That’s a terrible reason to come closer.”
“Hi, Seungminnie.” “Hi.” He smiled again, softer this time, and linked his arm through yours as you sat beside him. “You could’ve told me. I would’ve come down for a minute.” “You were working.”
“They’d survive.” You looked at him properly. His face was flushed from rehearsal, hair damp around his forehead and standing up slightly at the back. You reached over and pressed the worst piece down. Seungmin held completely still while you did it. The hair sprang up again as soon as you moved your hand. His eyes narrowed. “It didn’t work.” “It did for a second.”
“You’re smiling.” “That doesn’t mean anything.” “It means I look stupid.”
“You don’t look stupid.” He made a small dissatisfied sound but didn’t bother trying to check the mirror. Instead he settled back against the wall, his arm still linked with yours, and you rested your head against his shoulder while Changbin started explaining the crossing again. “What are they changing?” you asked after a minute. Seungmin tipped his bottle towards the middle of the room. “The bit after the second chorus. It looked cramped when we watched it back. We’ve moved Changbin slightly and changed where Hyunjin opens out.” You watched for a few seconds. “Is that why they keep doing the same bit?”
“Mhm.” “I thought the song might just be repetitive.” Seungmin looked down at you. You smiled into his shoulder. He laughed quietly, then went back to watching rehearsal. “You’d tell us if it was bad, right?”
“I always tell you when something’s bad.” “That’s true.” “And I’m very supportive about it.”
“That part is debatable.” You started lifting your head. Seungmin immediately tightened his linked arm and kept you where you were. You didn’t say anything about it. Neither did he. Minho called them back into place a moment later. Seungmin reluctantly untangled himself, squeezing your wrist once before standing. Jeongin passed close enough on his way back to say hi and briefly squeeze your shoulder, then they were moving again. This time you tried to watch the whole thing. Felix rejoined. Changbin crossed behind Hyunjin. Jeongin moved through the centre while Seungmin came forward on the left. He glanced towards you as he passed, and you gave him a small thumbs-up. His mouth twitched. Minho noticed you a few seconds later. His attention caught in the mirror. He didn’t stop or miss anything, but something in his face softened when your eyes met. You lifted your fingers in a little wave. He looked away before the next count.
You watched the section twice more. By the final run, you had a vague idea of what they’d been changing, although if anyone had asked you to explain it you would’ve been in trouble. When rehearsal finally stopped, the room loosened all at once. Hyunjin dropped down beside Felix. Changbin headed for the air-conditioning vent and stood beneath it with the front of his shirt pulled away from his chest. Jeongin disappeared in search of his phone. Seungmin collected his water and came straight back over to you. “I watched that one properly,” you told him as he sat down. “Did you?” “Yes.”
He waited. You knew exactly what he was waiting for. “You looked good.” “That wasn’t—” He stopped himself, smiled despite trying not to, then took a drink. “Fine. I’ll take it.” You linked your arm through his again. “You should. I don’t compliment just anyone.”
“You compliment Felix every time he changes his hair.” “Because he never changes it. I had to say something.” Seungmin gave you a look but let it go. Minho came over with a towel around his neck. Up close, he was somehow even sweatier than he had looked from across the room. His shirt was dark through the centre of his chest and at the back, his hair damp enough that a strand had stuck to his temple. You pinched the front of his shirt between two fingers and pulled it away from him. “Jesus. That’s disgusting.”
“I’ve been dancing for three hours.” “I know. I can see it.” Minho looked down at your hand still holding his shirt. “Then stop touching me.”
You let go of the fabric, caught him by the back of the neck instead and pulled him down for a kiss. He made a quiet sound against your mouth, one hand settling at your waist. It wasn’t long, but he stayed close when you pulled away. You wiped your cheek where his damp hair had touched it. “Still gross.” “You did that yourself.” “I was being supportive.”
“You could support me from over there.” Seungmin made a small amused noise beside you. Minho looked at you again. “How was it?” “Good. Really good, actually.” You glanced towards the middle of the room, where Hyunjin and Changbin were still discussing something while Felix lay flat on his back. “The last few looked better than when I first came in. It wasn’t as… bunched up.”
Minho nodded straight away. “That was the spacing. Changbin was coming across too early, so Hyunjin didn’t have enough room when he opened out. We moved him back half a count, but then Seungmin was having to compensate on the other side, so we changed where he was landing and—” You kept looking at him. You were listening. You just weren’t following anymore. Minho continued for another few seconds, apparently unaware that somewhere around half a count the words had stopped attaching themselves to anything in your head. Slowly, you turned your face towards Seungmin. He took one look at you and folded over laughing. “Don’t,” you muttered. That only made it worse. Minho stopped. “What?” You looked back at him. “I was with you until half a count.”
“That was almost the beginning.” “I know.” Seungmin was laughing into your shoulder now, which was deeply unhelpful. “I understood the bit about it looking less crowded,” you added.
“That was your bit.” “Exactly. We should’ve stayed there.” Minho’s mouth pulled into a smile. “You asked what we changed.”
“No, I said it looked good.” “You were interested.” “I am interested. I just don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
That made Seungmin laugh again, though quieter this time. Minho reached down and briefly squeezed the back of your neck. “It looked better.” “Thank you. That’s all I needed.” “You could’ve said that thirty seconds ago,” Seungmin said. You leaned more of your weight against him. “I was trying to be a good girlfriend.”
“You are. Just not a useful choreographer.” “I’ve never claimed to be.” Changbin called from across the room, “Why are you talking about choreography like anyone asked you?”
You looked over at him. “Aw, thanks, Binnie.” Changbin looked over, entirely unimpressed. “Anytime.” He shook his head and went back to his phone. Minho bent and kissed your forehead. “Give me fifteen minutes, honey.” “You told me ten.”
“We ran over.” “You were already done when I got here.” “We clearly weren’t.”
You looked towards the others, most of whom were now either sitting or lying on the floor. “They look pretty done.” Minho followed your gaze. “Fifteen.” You let him go. Seungmin stayed beside you for another few minutes while the room gradually emptied. The conversation wandered away from rehearsal completely. He asked what you’d done that afternoon, and you told him about losing twenty minutes of your life because you’d gone into a shop for one thing and then couldn’t remember what the one thing had been. “You still didn’t remember?” “No. I bought toothpaste because I was embarrassed to leave with nothing.”
Seungmin laughed. “You might’ve needed toothpaste.” “I bought three tubes last week.” “Why?”
“They were on offer.” He considered that. “So now you have four.” He shook his head, smiling, and leaned his temple briefly against yours. When Minho finally disappeared towards the changing rooms, Seungmin looked after him, then back at you. “He was in a bad mood before you came.” “You said.”
“No, I mean properly. Not angry. Just tired and annoyed because they’d been stuck on that part forever.” You looked towards the door Minho had gone through. “He seems okay.” “He is now.”
There wasn’t any teasing in the way Seungmin said it. You squeezed his arm. He glanced down at your joined hands and then changed the subject, telling you that Felix had tried to convince everyone to order food earlier and had somehow ended up with four different menus open before anyone agreed on anything. By the time Minho reappeared, the conversation had turned into Seungmin complaining that nobody ever wanted the same thing until somebody else had already ordered. “You’re still here,” Minho said. Seungmin looked at him. “She likes me.” “I know.” Minho had changed into a black button-up and dark trousers, his hair still damp at the ends but no longer plastered to his forehead. He looked tired now that he wasn’t working. You stood and kissed Seungmin’s cheek before letting go of his arm. “Bye, Minnie.”
His face brightened again. “Bye. Have fun.” On the way out, you ended up stopping outside Chan and Jisung’s studio because Jisung opened the door just as you were passing. “Oh.” His face brightened. “You’re still here.” “Leaving now.”
“Wait, come listen to something before you go.” You immediately shook your head. “It’ll take ten seconds.” “You said that last time.”
Jisung paused with one hand still on the door. “That did take longer than expected.” “Forty minutes, Hannie.” “You kept talking over the bit I needed you to hear.”
“I was asking whether I could leave.” Chan appeared behind him, looking amused and tired. “She’s on a date. Let her go.” “I just want to know if she hears it too.”
“Hears what?” you asked. “There’s something under the vocal. I can hear it every time the line starts, and he says it’s fine.” Chan leaned one shoulder against the doorframe. “I said we can fix it tomorrow.”
“That’s not the same as fine.” You looked between them. “I’m probably the worst person in this building to ask.” “That’s why I’m asking you. If you hear it, then it’s definitely obvious.”
You stared at him. Jisung realised what he’d said. “Not because you’re stupid.” “Great recovery.” “You know what I mean.”
“I really don’t.” Chan laughed and caught the back of Jisung’s sweatshirt before he could try dragging you inside. “Go. I’ll deal with him.” Jisung looked past you towards Minho. “Are you getting food?” You glanced towards Minho before answering. “Probably,” you said.
“Can you bring me something?” Chan started closing the door. “Goodnight.” You called before the door could close. “Hannie,” you called. Jisung’s head appeared through the narrowing gap. “I’ll see what there is.”
His smile arrived instantly. “Love you.” “Love you too.” The door shut. Minho’s hand settled at the small of your back as you headed towards the lift. The lift arrived. Once the doors closed, the noise from the corridor disappeared so quickly it felt strange. Minho leaned back against the mirrored wall. Without rehearsal around him, you could see the tiredness more clearly. He rolled his right shoulder once, small enough that you might not have noticed if you hadn’t been looking at him. You reached over and took his hand. His fingers threaded through yours automatically. “Long day?”
“Yeah.” He rubbed his thumb along the side of your hand. “We kept fixing one thing and then finding something else.” “You could’ve cancelled tonight.” Minho turned his head. “Did you want me to?”
“No. I would’ve understood.” “I know.” He looked down at your hands for a moment. The lift hummed beneath you. “I wanted to come home with you.”
There wasn’t anything to tease in that. You lifted his hand and kissed his knuckles. Minho turned your wrist before you could lower it and pressed his mouth briefly to your palm. The doors opened. ౨ৎ You’d both said you would get something easy on the way home. You had meant food somebody else had made already. Minho had apparently meant food that required less effort than usual. You found him in the refrigerated aisle reading the back of a packet. “That says marinate.” “It says ten minutes.” “That’s how it starts.”
He glanced over. “You say ten minutes, then while that’s sitting there you decide we might as well make something else, and then I don’t see you again until there are five bowls in the sink.” Minho looked at the packet once more. “I want you sitting down tonight,” you added. “That’s literally the point.” He put it back. “Thank you.”
“We can still get noodles.” “Noodles are fine.” “And dumplings?”
“Obviously.” He took the basket from you and started walking again. The conversation moved on before either of you could turn dinner into an argument. You told him about a message you’d received earlier from your mother asking whether you still had a cardigan you were almost certain had disappeared three house moves ago. Minho listened while comparing two packets of noodles, occasionally making small noises to show he was still following. “She swears I left it at hers,” you said. “I haven’t even seen that cardigan since university.” “You probably did leave it there.”
“Why are you taking her side?” “I’ve seen your cupboards.” “That has nothing to do with it.”
“It has a lot to do with it.” You watched him put one packet back and choose the other. “My cupboards are organised.” Minho looked at you. “Mostly.”
He smiled and dropped the noodles into the basket. By the time you reached the next aisle, he had added yoghurt, strawberries and the juice you liked without asking. You noticed but didn’t comment immediately. It wasn’t until he picked up a cereal you actually liked instead of the one already sitting in your cupboard that you looked over. “You’re replacing my food now?” “I’m buying breakfast.” The answer was so matter-of-fact that you smiled. “So you are staying.”
Minho looked genuinely confused. “I thought I was.” “Good.” That was all there was to it. You carried on down the aisle. A few minutes later, you spotted a small cake tucked beneath the noodles. You lifted it out. “You don’t even like this one.”
“You do.” You looked at him. Minho was already comparing two bottles of sauce. You put the cake back. At the checkout, you took your phone out while he unloaded the basket. “I’m paying.” Minho glanced at you. “Okay.”
You should’ve known. You stood close to the card reader while the cashier scanned everything. When the total appeared, you moved your phone towards it. Minho’s watch reached it first. The machine beeped. You stared at his wrist. He started packing the bags. “You’re such an asshole.” “You were too slow.” “I was literally holding my phone over it.”
“You hesitated.” “I did not hesitate.” Minho put the strawberries on top of one bag, clearly more interested in not bruising them than in defending himself. Minho handed you the cake. “Keep that flat.”
“You’re ignoring me.” “I heard you.” He picked up the heavier bag and headed for the doors. ౨ৎ The cabinet was still standing when you got home. You checked before you even took your shoes off. One handle remained slightly higher than the other. A piece of folded cardboard was wedged beneath the left side, and the middle shelf had already developed a suspicious- looking dip beneath your records. Minho followed your gaze. “Don’t.”
Minho walked over and pressed it shut with one finger. The cabinet rocked. You pointed at him. “See?” He looked at the cabinet, then at you. “That’s not because I touched it.” “It was fine before.” “It’s held up with cardboard.”
“Exactly. Delicate. Leave it.” Minho opened his mouth, thought better of whatever he was about to say and carried the shopping into the kitchen. You followed him. Dinner stayed simple. Actually simple, by Minho’s standards. You put music on from the living room while he started the noodles and you dealt with the vegetables. For a while you talked about nothing important: whether the strawberries would still be good tomorrow, somebody in the building who had apparently started leaving their shoes outside your door, a video Felix had sent the group chat earlier that you hadn’t watched yet. Then you remembered something you’d meant to ask Minho days ago. “Did you ever call your mom back about that thing with the cupboard?”
He glanced over from the stove. “What cupboard?” “The one she wanted moving.” “That was my aunt.”
“Oh.” You paused with the knife halfway through a mushroom. “Did you call your aunt?” “Yeah.” “And?”
“She moved it herself.” You looked up. “Why did she call you, then?” “She wanted me to tell her whether it would fit.”
“Did it?” “No.” You waited. Minho kept stirring the noodles. You started laughing. Minho looked over, already smiling because he knew exactly why. “Why are families like this?”
“She said she could make it work.” “Did she?” “She cut part of the shelf.”
That made you laugh harder. Somewhere in the middle of it, Minho drifted closer to inspect what you were cutting. You noticed his hand appear beside yours, quietly pulling one of the mushroom pieces towards himself. You stopped. Minho cut it in half. “Did you seriously just recut my mushroom?” “It was huge.” “It was fine.”
He gave you the sort of look that said it very obviously had not been fine and reached towards another one. “Nope.” You stole it first and ate it raw. Minho stared at you for a second. “You’re ridiculous.” You were still chewing when you bumped your hip into his and reached past him for the sauce. He moved over to let you in, laughing under his breath, and mercifully left the rest of your mushrooms alone. They ate on the floor because the coffee table was still covered with leftover cabinet screws and an instruction sheet somebody had drawn an angry face on. Minho sat with his back against the sofa, one knee bent. You settled beside him close enough that your shoulder stayed against his. The food was good.
You told him so, which resulted in him quietly pushing the last dumpling from his bowl into yours without comment. You looked down at it. “You wanted that.” “I’m full.” “You ate faster than me.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m still hungry.” You picked the dumpling up and held it towards him. Minho looked at it, then at you. “Half.” He leaned forward and bit half from your chopsticks. You ate the rest. For a while, the conversation wandered through whatever came to mind. Minho told you that Jeongin had almost walked into a camera stand earlier because he’d been looking at his phone. You told him about the dog in the shopping bag from work, the woman insisting with her entire face that she had no idea where the barking was coming from. “You didn’t say anything?” Minho asked.
“What was I supposed to say? ‘Excuse me, your handbag has a respiratory system’?” He laughed, head dropping briefly. “There were six of us in the lift,” you continued. “Nobody looked at her. The dog barked twice, and we all stared at the numbers like our lives depended on getting to the eighth floor.” Minho shook his head. “You should’ve asked what breed the bag was.” You looked at him. He was already smiling into his bowl. “That was terrible.”
“I know.” You leaned into his shoulder anyway. After dinner, Minho retrieved his phone from the counter and pulled up the rehearsal video. You groaned when you saw it. “I’m not testing you.” “You say that now.”
“I want to see something.” You moved onto the sofa and put your legs over his lap while he found the right clip. He showed you the first version, then one from later in rehearsal. You watched both properly. “The second one looks better.” Minho scrubbed back. “Why?” You hesitated. “It just… doesn’t look as cramped. Everybody has more space.”
He nodded. “That’s what we were fixing.” “Great. I’ve learned something.” “You already said that at practice.”
“Yeah, but now I know why.” Minho played it again, then started explaining what they had changed. This time, he stopped himself halfway through the technical part and glanced at you. You smiled. “Thank you.” “I saw your face.”
“Good.” He laughed softly and put the phone down. As he did, his right shoulder rolled in a small, uncomfortable movement. You’d noticed it in the lift. You reached over and pressed your thumb into the muscle near his neck. Minho flinched. “Shit.” You frowned. “That bad?.” “You surprised me.”
“You’ve been doing that all night.” “Doing what?” “That.” You copied the little shoulder roll. “Every few minutes.”
Minho looked down at his own shoulder as though he hadn’t realised it was visible. “It’s been tight since yesterday.” “Yesterday?” “It’s fine.”
You pressed again, more gently. His entire shoulder tensed. “Yeah, that looks very fine.” Minho didn’t answer. You moved your legs away from his lap and shifted behind him. “Turn around.” He gave you a look. “Come on. I’m not doing anything weird. I’m trying to help.”
“I know.” “Then move.” Minho sighed, but he did. He sat on the floor between your knees, back against the sofa. You put your hands on his shoulders and immediately understood why he’d been moving strangely. “Jesus.”
“What?” “This is horrible.” “Very comforting.”
“You know what I mean.” You worked your thumbs slowly into the muscle above his shoulder blade. His head tipped forward, hands settling loosely around your ankles. For a few minutes, you barely spoke. Traffic moved somewhere below the windows. Each time you found the worst part of the knot, Minho’s fingers tightened briefly around your ankle. “Too hard?” “No.”
“You sure?” “Keep going.” His voice had gone quieter. You did. After another minute, you moved his hair out of the way so you could reach higher. His shirt kept bunching beneath your hands. “This is annoying me.”
“My shoulder?” “Your shirt.” Minho glanced back over one shoulder. “I can’t get to anything properly.”
He smiled slightly. “Convenient.” “Oh, shut up.” You tugged the collar. “Take it off or suffer.” Minho undid several buttons and slid the shirt away from his shoulders, leaving it hanging loosely around his arms. You went back to work. His skin was warm beneath your palms. You could feel the tension easing slowly, though the whole right side of his back still felt harder than it should. “You should’ve said something.”
“You noticed anyway.” “That isn’t really the point.” Minho’s thumbs moved absently over your ankles. You pressed lower along his shoulder blade. He exhaled and let his head rest back against your knee for a second. There was something very Minho about the fact that he would quietly carry an aching shoulder around for two days and then act vaguely surprised when somebody noticed. You bent slightly. “Better?”
“Yeah.” “Actually?” “Actually.”
You continued for another minute. Then realised you weren’t really massaging anymore. Your hands had slowed. One rested at the back of his neck, thumb moving idly over his skin while Minho’s fingers traced the side of your ankle. He noticed before you did. Minho turned. He shifted onto his knees between your legs, open shirt still hanging around his arms. You looked at him. Minho’s hand slid from your ankle to your calf. You caught the front of his shirt and pulled him closer. The first kiss was soft. He stayed against your mouth for a moment, then kissed you again, one hand moving to your waist as you shifted closer to the edge of the sofa. There was no hurry. You could still feel the heat of his skin beneath your palms. Minho kissed you slowly, then along the corner of your mouth, his thumb moving under the hem of your top. You smiled when he followed you as you pulled back for a breath. “Hi.” Minho looked at you. “Hi.”
“You’re very close.” “You did that.” “Did I?”
His answer was another kiss. The phone disappeared somewhere between the cushions when Minho moved up onto the sofa. One knee settled between yours, his weight careful even as the kiss deepened. You pushed his shirt farther from his shoulders. Minho’s hand moved beneath your top, warm across your back. “You still smell like rehearsal,” you murmured when his mouth moved to your jaw. “I showered.” “I know.”
“Then stop complaining.” “I’m not complaining.” Minho looked up. You tightened your legs around him. “That’s what I thought.”
You pulled him back down before he could get smug about it. His hand moved higher beneath your shirt, then stopped when his fingers reached the edge of your bra. He looked at you. You nodded. Minho caught the hem of your top and pulled it over your head. It landed somewhere beside the coffee table. For a moment, he simply looked. Heat crept over your chest. “Don’t.” “What?” “You’re making me self-conscious.”
His expression softened. Minho bent and kissed the skin just beneath your collarbone. “My pretty girl,” he murmured. It was quiet enough that it felt more like something that had slipped out than something he’d meant to say. You threaded your fingers into his hair and pulled him back up to your mouth. The lock turned. At first, your brain didn’t place the sound. Then the latch moved. The front door opened. Minho lifted his head. Your sister stepped into the apartment. She stopped. Her eyes went straight to the sofa: Minho’s shirt open, your top on the floor, your bare shoulders. For one second, she didn’t look embarrassed. She looked pleased. “I knew it.” The words slipped out before she seemed to realise she’d said them. Minho moved immediately. He reached behind him, caught the throw from the back of the sofa and pulled it around you. His own shirt stayed open, half hanging from one shoulder. He didn’t even look down. You sat upright, clutching the throw closed. “What the hell are you doing?” Your sister’s face rearranged itself. “I knocked.”
“No, you didn’t.” “I did. You obviously couldn’t hear me.” “You used a key.”
She was still holding it. Minho found your top on the floor and passed it beneath the throw. You pushed your arms into it, but the fabric caught awkwardly behind you. “Wait,” he said quietly. He freed it, pulled the back down properly and straightened the strap twisted near your shoulder. Your sister watched his hands. “I thought Seungmin was your boyfriend.” You stood, keeping the throw around your shoulders. “Where did you get the key?” The question wrong-footed her for a second. “Mom had it.”
“Mom keeps my spare. She didn’t give it to you.” “She asked me to bring your mail over.” “So you took it.”
“I borrowed it. Don’t make it sound like I broke in.” “You let yourself into my apartment.” “I knocked first.”
“No, you didn’t.” Your sister shifted the folder tucked beneath her arm. “You weren’t answering. I wasn’t going to stand in the hallway forever when I had a key.” “You didn’t have a key. Mom had a key.”
“Oh my God, you know what I mean.” “No, actually, I don’t.” Minho stepped beside you. He wasn’t in front of you, wasn’t trying to take the conversation from you. He just stood close, his anger obvious in the tightness around his mouth. “You don’t use someone’s spare because they don’t answer,” he said.
Your sister looked at him briefly. “This is between me and her.” “You walked in while we were half dressed.” “I said I’m sorry.”
“You’re not sorry,” you said. “You said you knew it.” She blinked. “I was shocked.” “No. You looked happy.” “That’s ridiculous.”
“I saw it,” Minho said. Your sister’s eyes moved to him. “Of course you’d say that.” Minho didn’t bother answering. You held your hand out. “Give me the key.” Her fingers closed around it. “It belongs to Mom.” “It opens my front door.”
“Are you seriously going to pretend that’s the important thing here?” “Yes.” She stared at you. Then the satisfaction came back. “What about Seungmin?”
“What about him?” “He deserves to know what you’re doing.” Your stomach turned, not because of what she thought she’d discovered, but because she sounded so pleased to be saying it. “What Seungmin knows about my life is none of your business.”
“You’re cheating on him.” Minho’s jaw tightened. You kept your hand out. “Give me the damn key.” “You’re not even going to deny it?”
“I’m not discussing my relationship with you.” “That’s convenient.” “No, convenient is stealing my spare and then standing in my living room acting like you’re doing somebody a favour.”
“I didn’t steal anything.” “You took it without asking me.” “I was bringing you something for Mom.”
“Then you could’ve left it outside.” Your sister laughed once, short and irritated. “You always do this. Someone says something you don’t like and suddenly the whole conversation becomes about what they did wrong.” You looked at the key. “This conversation is about what you did wrong.”
“I knocked.” “Stop saying that.” “I did.”
“You didn’t.” Minho shifted slightly beside you. His hand hovered near your back but didn’t touch. “She’s asked for the key,” he said. “Give it back.” Your sister looked at him and then, finally, seemed to register that his shirt was still hanging open. “You haven’t even bothered fixing your own clothes.”
Minho followed her gaze as though he’d forgotten. “I was more concerned about her.” Your sister’s mouth tightened. “Exactly.” You frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“She doesn’t even have to ask.” Your sister gestured between you and Minho, irritation making her less careful now. “You’re fixing her clothes, telling me what to do in my own sister’s apartment—” “It isn’t your apartment,” Minho said. “And he helped because you walked in while I was undressed,” you added. “Why is that somehow a problem?” “I didn’t say it was.”
“You’re clearly bothered by it.” “All of you just… do whatever she wants.” There was the smallest pause. Minho gave a quiet, humourless laugh. “You used a key you weren’t supposed to have and somehow she’s the controlling one.”
“I didn’t say controlling.” “You didn’t have to.” Your sister looked at you again. “You have Seungmin wrapped around your finger. I’m not going to stand there and watch him get made an idiot of.”
That landed differently. You stared at her. “You want him embarrassed.” Her expression changed. “What?” “You do. That’s why you looked so fucking happy when you came in. You’ve been waiting for something you can run and tell him.”
“No. You’ve decided what he thinks without ever asking him.” Her mouth tightened. “I know he deserves better than this.” Minho went very still beside you. You held your hand out again. “Key.” Your sister didn’t move. “Now.”
For another second, she looked as though she might keep arguing. Then she slapped it into your palm. “Mom will want it back.” “Mom can ask me.” “You’re really going to change the locks because I came in once?”
“Yes.” “That’s insane.” “Then it won’t affect you.”
Your sister pulled her coat closed and gathered the folder against herself. The fake sweetness returned, though not as smoothly as before. “I genuinely didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” “You meant to come inside without permission.” “I knocked.”
“For fuck’s sake.” You crossed to the door and opened it. “Leave.” She stood there for another moment. Then her eyes flicked towards Minho again. That pleased look returned. “I’m going to tell Seungmin exactly what I saw.”
“Go ahead.” “You think he won’t care?” “I think you should make sure you tell him how you got in.”
Her face hardened. “I hope you’re this calm when he finds out.” You shut the door. The lock clicked. You put the chain across as well, harder than you meant to. For a few seconds, you stood there with the key pressed into your palm. The apartment felt strangely quiet. Minho stayed near the sofa. He didn’t come up behind you or put his hands on you without asking. He waited until you turned around. Your top was twisted slightly, one strap still sitting wrong. Minho lifted one hand. “Can I fix that?” You looked down and nodded. He came closer, freed the fabric at your back and pulled it down properly. His fingers straightened the strap at your shoulder, quick and careful. Then he stepped away. You looked at his chest. “Your shirt.”
Minho glanced down as if he’d only just remembered. “Right.” He pulled it back onto both shoulders and fastened a couple of buttons without much attention. “She looked happy.” “I know.”
“She didn’t even try to hide it at first.” Minho’s jaw shifted. You started pacing before you really meant to, the key still in your hand. “And now she’s going to message Seungmin with some dramatic shit about how sorry she is to be the one telling him. She’ll leave out the key. She’ll say she knocked. She’ll say I got aggressive when she tried to talk to me.” “She probably will.”
“She always does that.” You turned near the kitchen. “She does something completely out of line, then if I get angry, suddenly that’s the part everyone’s meant to focus on.” Minho let you talk. You stopped and looked at the door again. “I want the lock changed.” “Okay.”
“I know she gave the key back. She probably hasn’t copied it. I don’t think she’s going to start creeping in here every night or anything. She’s my sister, not some random psycho.” You rubbed your thumb over the edge of the key. “I just don’t want to hear something at the door and wonder if she can still get in.” “That’s enough reason.” “It feels dramatic.”
“She used it.” You looked at him. Minho picked up his phone. “Want me to find someone?” “Yeah. Please.”
He sat beside you while he searched, showed you the company before calling and explained the situation simply: a family member had used a spare key without permission, you had the key back, and you wanted the cylinder changed. There was a same-evening callout. The price made you pull a face. Minho covered the bottom of the phone. “They can come in about ninety minutes. Tomorrow between eight and ten is less than half.” You looked at the chain. “Tomorrow. We have the key.” “And I’m staying.”
He booked the morning appointment. Your phone was on the table. Four messages waited from your sister. You didn’t open them. “I should call Seungmin before she does.” Minho sat beside you. “Yeah.” You called. Seungmin answered quickly. “Hi. Did you eat? I was going to—” “Minnie.”
He stopped. You heard a rustle at his end, as though he’d sat up properly. “What happened?” “My sister came over.” “Again?”
“She let herself in.” There was a pause. “What do you mean, she let herself in?” “She took Mom’s spare key. Minho and I were on the sofa, and the door just opened.”
“She—what the hell?” His voice came closer to the phone. “Is she still there?” “No. I got the key back and made her leave. The chain’s on, and someone’s changing the lock tomorrow.” “Okay.” Seungmin breathed out, but the tension stayed in his voice. “Are you all right?”
“I’m pissed off.” “Yeah. Obviously.” He was quiet for a second. “Did she scare you?” “No. Not like that. She’s still my sister.” You looked towards the locked door. “It just feels gross knowing she thought she could walk in because I hadn’t answered her.”
“I know.” His answer came more softly. “That would piss me off too. The key’s definitely back?” “It’s here.” “And Minho’s staying?”
“Yeah.” “Good.” He didn’t add anything about you needing somebody there. You both knew that wasn’t what he meant. You told him what happened in pieces: the excuse about bringing your mail, the way she’d kept insisting she knocked, and the pleased look she hadn’t managed to hide when she saw you and Minho together. “She said she knew it,” you told him.
“Knew what?” “That I was cheating on you.” Seungmin went quiet. “With Minho?”
“Apparently.” “The Minho you told me you were picking up for your date?” “She doesn’t know that.”
“I know, I just…” A short laugh escaped him, more disbelief than amusement. “She really thinks she’s caught you sneaking around with Minho.” “It would be funny if she hadn’t looked so happy.” The laugh disappeared. “She was that pleased?”
“Yeah.” You heard him shift again. When he spoke, his voice was lower. “That’s fucked up.” You heard a vibration against your cheek with another message. Almost immediately, Seungmin said, “She’s texting me.” “What did she say?”
He read silently for a few seconds. “She says she’s sorry to be the one telling me, but she found you with Minho and thinks there are things I deserve to know.” Another pause. “Nothing about the key.” “Of course not.” “She says you became aggressive when she tried to talk to you.” His voice sharpened. “And now she wants to know whether I’m alone.”
“She wants to tell you properly.” “Yeah, apparently I need to be sitting down for the devastating news that you kissed Minho.” You laughed despite yourself, though it didn’t last long. Seungmin exhaled. “I started replying.”
“What did you write?” “I haven’t sent it.” “That wasn’t what I asked.”
He hesitated. “It starts with ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’” “Seungminniee” “It gets worse.”
“Maybe save it for tomorrow.” “Probably.” You could hear him tapping his fingers against something. “She keeps talking to me like I’m stupid. Like she knows more about my own relationship than I do.” “I know.”
“And she used me to threaten you.” “That was the first thing she said after she walked in.” For a moment, neither of you spoke. Minho moved quietly in the kitchen behind you, cupboard doors opening and closing without any attempt to listen in. Seungmin asked, “Do you want me to come over?”
“No. Minho’s staying.” “Okay. I wasn’t trying to make it into a whole thing. I just wanted to ask.” “I know, Minnie.”
He was quiet again, then said, “I hate that she looked happy.” That was the part underneath all his anger. You could hear it now. “I know.” “She didn’t care whether it would hurt me. She wanted it to.”
“Yeah.” “And she wanted you frightened of me finding out.” Seungmin let out a slow breath. “I’m not replying tonight. I’ll tell her tomorrow not to contact me about you again, when I can say it without calling her every name I know.” “That might take a while.”
You smiled, resting your head against the back of the sofa. “Are you feeling any better?” he asked. “A bit.” “Good. Don’t read whatever else she sends. She’ll only rewrite the whole night until she’s the victim.”
“I wasn’t planning to.” “And text me when the locksmith’s been.” “I will.”
Another pause settled between you, easier this time. “I love you,” Seungmin said. “I love you too.” “And tell Minho I love him as well.”
You looked towards the kitchen. Minho was putting the cake onto a plate, his shirt still only half buttoned. “I will.” “Okay. Call me if you need me.” “I know.”
You stayed on the line for another few seconds before hanging up. Minho looked over when you lowered the phone, but he didn’t ask what had been said. “Seungminnie says he loves you.” His expression softened. “I love him too.” Then he held out the plate of cake. You looked at it. “I thought that was for tomorrow.” “It was.”
You took the fork he held out. You ate the cake straight from the container, shoulders touching. It was a little too sweet. You ate more than Minho anyway. After a while, he lifted his hand towards your face and stopped before touching you. “Can I?” You nodded. Minho tucked your hair behind your ear and left his palm against the side of your neck. You leaned into it. Neither of you tried to restart what had been interrupted. When you were finished, Minho put the empty container on the coffee table and held one arm out without saying anything. You moved under it and settled against his side. ౨ৎ Minho had his eyes closed in three of the four pictures. Jisung took this as a personal insult. “You did that on purpose,” he said, holding the strip beneath the weak light outside the booth. His mask had slipped below his chin, and he was still pink from laughing through the last picture. “There’s no way you blinked three times.” Minho took the strip from him and looked at it. “The flash was bright.”
“It was the same flash every time.” “Exactly.” “That doesn’t explain anything.”
You leaned between them to see. Jisung looked delighted in the first photograph, even though only half his face had made it into frame. You were sitting partly across Minho’s lap because the booth had clearly been designed for two people with a much less complicated dating life. Minho looked asleep. In the second, Jisung had managed to fit properly and Minho’s eyes were still closed. The third was the only decent one. Minho’s arm was around your waist, Jisung’s cheek pressed against yours, and all three of you were looking at the camera. The last had been ruined by you. Jisung had kissed your cheek just as the countdown started. You’d clutched Minho’s sleeve, leaned closer to them both and whispered, with considerably more drama than the situation required, “What if Seungmin catches us?” Jisung had broken first. The picture had caught him folding forward against your shoulder, your mouth open because you were trying not to laugh and Minho looking directly into the camera with the beginning of a smile he hadn’t managed to hide. “That one’s the best,” you said. “I look stupid.”
“You always say that when you’re laughing.” “I don’t.” Minho held the strip just out of Jisung’s reach when he tried to take it back. “You do.”
Jisung looked between you. “Why are you both against me?” You looped your arm through his. “We’re not. We’re having an affair.” That made him laugh again, though he tried to bury it by pressing his mouth against the top of your head. It had been eleven days since your sister had used your mother’s spare key to let herself into your apartment. Eleven days had been long enough for the immediate fury to wear down into something flatter and less consuming. You were still angry when you thought about the door opening, and you still checked the new lock sometimes after you’d already turned it. Mostly, though, you had stopped giving your sister the amount of thought she clearly believed she deserved. She had spent those eleven days trying to reach Seungmin. He had spent them avoiding her with increasingly little subtlety. The first few messages had gone unanswered. When she started calling, he blocked her number. Then she turned up at JYP claiming she needed to speak to him about a private family emergency. Reception had called upstairs. Seungmin had told them there was no emergency and that he did not want to see her. She had returned two days later. The second time, security had already been given her name and labled her a sasaeng.
Jisung had told you over dinner that Seungmin stayed in one of the smaller recording rooms until somebody confirmed she had left the building. Seungmin had described this to you later as having some work to finish, but Jisung said the work had mostly involved refreshing the lobby camera and asking Chan whether a baseball cap would make him less recognisable if he used the side exit. You had laughed hard enough that Seungmin hung up on you. He called back thirty seconds later because he still wanted to know what you were doing that evening. Tonight, he was at your apartment while you were out with Minho and Jisung. He’d had a late schedule near your neighbourhood and gone there afterwards, letting himself in with the new key you’d given him two days after the lock was changed. The photo booth had been Jisung’s idea. The restaurant afterwards had been Minho’s, mostly because he knew somewhere nearby with private rooms and food until late. By the time you sat down, Jisung had already put the photograph into the clear back of his phone case. “You said you looked stupid,” you pointed out. “I do.”
“So why are you keeping it?” He placed his phone facedown on the table. “I paid for it.” Minho, who had paid the other half before either of you realised what he was doing, opened the menu and ignored both of you. The room was small enough that your knees kept touching beneath the table. Jisung sat beside you, one leg pressed along yours, while Minho sat opposite. He had taken his cap off but left his hair flattened around the edges, and when you reached across to fix one side, he caught your wrist and kissed your palm before letting you go. The date had nothing to do with your sister for most of the evening.
Jisung talked about a song he’d been working on and the part he kept changing even though nobody else thought there was anything wrong with it. You asked whether he actually disliked it or whether he had listened to it so many times that he could no longer tell. “That’s the problem,” he said, dragging one of the side dishes closer. “I liked it yesterday. This morning it sounded obvious.” “What does obvious sound like?” He paused with his chopsticks halfway to his mouth. “Like I knew what was coming.”
“You wrote it.” “I know, but I don’t want it to feel like that.” You understood what he meant without understanding anything technical about what he might change. “Maybe stop listening to it tonight.”
“I wasn’t planning to work.” Minho looked up from his bowl. Jisung noticed. “I wasn’t.” “You brought your laptop.”
“It’s in the car.” “You brought it on the date.” Jisung looked at you for support. You took a piece of food from his plate. “I think you should leave it in the car.” His hand came down over yours before you could get away. “That was mine.”
“You weren’t eating it.” “I was talking.” “You can’t reserve food by looking at it.”
Minho reached over and took the other half while Jisung was still holding your wrist. Jisung stared at the empty plate. Neither of you admitted anything. Conversation moved on. Minho showed you a video his mother had sent of one of the cats refusing to step around a paper bag. Jisung tried to argue that the cat was displaying excellent instincts. You told them about an elderly man in the convenience store earlier who had spent several minutes asking an employee whether a particular packet of sweets was too spicy, then bought three when she said no. “Maybe they were for someone else,” Minho said. “He opened one before he left.” “So?”
“He ate six while standing beside the till.” Jisung nodded as though this confirmed something. “He needed to be sure.” “For who?”
“The other two packets.” You looked at him. He smiled and leaned his shoulder into yours. Seungmin messaged halfway through the meal. Are you bringing food back or am I allowed to eat the ice cream? You picked up your phone and showed Jisung. “He can’t eat that,” Jisung said immediately. “I wanted some.” “You’re here.”
“I’ll want it later.” Minho took a drink, watching the argument without involving himself. You replied: Touch it and I’m changing the locks again. Seungmin’s answer came almost immediately. You gave me a key. Not immunity. The typing bubble appeared, disappeared, then came back. Bring chips. You smiled and put the phone down. Your own phone buzzed again. You expected Seungmin. It was your sister. For a second, you considered leaving it unopened. She had sent several messages since the key incident, most of them variations on I was trying to help and you’ve completely overreacted. You hadn’t answered any of them. The preview showed Seungmin’s name. You opened it. I know he’s at your apartment. I’m telling him tonight. He deserves to know what you’ve been doing. You stared at the screen. Another message arrived before you could decide whether you were irritated or simply tired. Once I tell him, he’s going to be so angry with you he’ll come straight to me. I probably won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Your mouth fell open. Jisung noticed first. “What?”
You read it again, half expecting the words to rearrange themselves into something less deranged. They didn’t. “What the fuck?” Minho’s attention moved from Jisung’s hands to your face. “What happened?” You turned the phone towards them. Jisung leaned close enough that his hair brushed your cheek. His eyes moved over the first message, then the second. He went very still. Minho reached across and took the phone when Jisung failed to move. For several seconds, none of you spoke. The nerve of it hit first. Your sister was outside your home again, talking about your boyfriend as though he were something she could collect once she’d successfully disposed of you. Then the rest of the message caught up. You laughed. It came out once, sharp and completely involuntary.
Jisung looked at you, then back at the phone. “She thinks Seungmin’s going to fuck her?” “Apparently.” He read the message one more time. His brows drew together, not with amusement so much as genuine confusion. “He literally asked you to fuck him after me last week.”
You put a hand over your mouth. That made it worse. Jisung was not trying to be funny. He was simply supplying information your sister had failed to account for. Minho returned your phone to the table. “Is she outside the apartment now?” The laughter thinned. You looked at the first message again. “It sounds like it.” “She shouldn’t be there.” “No.”
Jisung’s hand settled on your thigh. “Seungmin won’t let her in.” “I know.” That wasn’t what bothered you. You could picture her in the corridor, speaking softly through the door while Seungmin stood on the other side trying to get her to leave. She had already turned up at his workplace twice. She had already taken a key. Being ignored had not embarrassed her into stopping. It had made her more determined. Minho was reaching for his jacket before you said anything. “I’ll drive you.”
You nodded. There was no argument about finishing dinner or waiting to see whether she went away. Jisung gathered your things while Minho dealt with the bill. You sent Seungmin a quick message as you followed them out. Are you okay? His name appeared on your screen before you reached the lift. He was calling. You answered with the phone against your ear. “Hi.” “She won’t leave.” Seungmin sounded more annoyed than frightened. There was a strange hollowness behind his voice, and it took you a moment to realise he was standing in the hallway on his side of the door. “Have you spoken to her?”
“Through the door. I told her you aren’t here and she needs to go.” You stepped into the lift with Minho and Jisung. “What did she say?” “That she knows you’re not there. Apparently that’s why she came.” His voice dropped slightly. “Now she keeps asking me to open the door so she can tell me something before you get back.”
“She messaged me.” “I guessed.” The lift doors closed. Minho pressed the button for the car park while Jisung stood close at your other side, his hand brushing yours. “She says you’ve been stopping me from talking to her,” Seungmin continued. “I told her I blocked her myself. She said you probably made me.” You shut your eyes briefly. “Of course she did.”
“I asked how you could make me block her when you didn’t know she’d messaged the first time.” “What did she say?” “Nothing. Then she started again about needing to tell me the truth.”
The lift reached the car park. Minho took the keys from his pocket and walked quickly without making the situation feel like an emergency. “We’re coming back now,” you said. “Maybe fifteen minutes.” “Okay.” “She sent me what she wants to tell you.”
There was a pause. “The Minho thing?” “Yeah, but there was another message after that.” “What did she say?”
You glanced at Jisung. He was already biting the inside of his cheek. You read the message aloud. By the time you reached the end, Seungmin had gone completely silent. Minho unlocked the car. You got into the passenger seat while Jisung climbed into the back. “Minnie?” “I’m here.” “You went quiet.”
“I don’t understand why she thinks that would happen.” You pressed your lips together. Seungmin continued before you could answer. “Even if I thought you’d cheated on me, why would I immediately sleep with your sister?” “I don’t know.”
“And why does she think I’d be that angry?” You looked through the windscreen as Minho started the engine. There was another knock faintly audible through his phone. The amusement dropped away. Your sister’s voice followed, blurred by the door but recognisable. “Seungmin? I know she’s probably told you not to answer me, but you need to hear this from someone who actually cares about you.” Seungmin exhaled through his nose. “She’s doing that every couple of minutes.”
“Don’t open it.” “I’m not going to.” Minho pulled out of the car park. “Are the neighbours out there?”
“Not yet.” “We’ll be there soon.” “Okay.” His voice softened slightly. “Drive carefully.”
“I’m not driving.” “I know. Tell Minho.” “I’m sure he heard.”
Minho’s hand came briefly from the wheel to squeeze your knee before returning. “I’ll stay on the phone,” you said. “You don’t have to.” “I know.”
He didn’t argue again. The rest of the journey passed with the phone against your ear. You and Seungmin spoke only occasionally. He told you when your sister knocked again. You told him when you were five minutes away. Jisung leaned forward once to pass you the bottle of water from the side pocket, then sat back without trying to join the conversation. When Minho pulled up outside your building, Seungmin said he could hear a car pulling up. “That might be us.” “Okay.” “I’m hanging up now.”
“Call back if it isn’t.” You smiled despite yourself. “I will.” Minho parked near the entrance. Jisung was already undoing his seat belt. “You don’t need to come up,” you told him. He stopped. “We can wait outside.”
“That’ll make it worse.” “I know.” He rubbed his thumb against the edge of the belt. “I just don’t like her being there.” “Neither do I.”
Minho switched off the engine and turned towards you. “Text when she leaves.” “I will.” “And if you want us back, call.”
You nodded. Jisung reached between the seats and caught the back of your neck, pulling you close enough to kiss your temple. “Don’t let her say anything stupid about you.” “That might be difficult.” “You know what I mean.”
You did. You reached back and squeezed his wrist, then leaned across the centre console to kiss Minho. His hand came briefly to your jaw. Minho waited until you were inside the lobby before starting the car again. The lift took too long. By the time the doors opened on your floor, you could hear your sister speaking. Her voice was low and patient, carrying just far enough along the corridor. “I’m not blaming you for any of this, Seungmin. I know what she’s like. I just think you should let me explain before she gets back and makes everything sound different.” You walked around the corner. She stood outside your apartment with her coat still on and her phone in one hand. Her expression changed when she saw you—not guilt, exactly. More like irritation at having been interrupted before she got what she wanted. Then the sweetness returned. “Thank God. He won’t open the door.” “I know.”
“I’ve been trying to tell him I’m not here to cause trouble.” “You’ve been told to leave.” “I only need five minutes.”
The door stayed closed behind her. Your sister glanced towards it, then lowered her voice as though the two of you were suddenly sharing something private. “I think he’s scared of how you’ll react if he speaks to me.” You stared at her. She genuinely seemed to believe it. The lift moved somewhere behind you. A door opened further along the corridor, and you heard somebody’s television before it closed again. You did not want the next part happening out here. You stepped past your sister and unlocked the door. Her face brightened with quiet triumph. “Inside,” you said. “You’re saying whatever you came to say, and then you’re leaving.” She followed before you could change your mind. Seungmin was standing near the end of the hallway. He had changed after work into grey sweatpants and a dark sweatshirt. His hair was soft around his forehead, and the television was paused behind him. He looked tired, irritated and entirely unlike the furious, sexually aggressive man your sister had constructed in her head. His eyes went to you first. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” You closed the door and turned the lock, then stayed beside it. Your sister looked between you. “Could I speak to him alone?” “No.”
“I wasn’t asking you.” Seungmin’s expression barely changed. “I already told you no.” She turned towards him fully. “You don’t know what she’s done.” “Yes, I do.”
“No, you don’t.” She took a small step closer, not enough to invade his space but enough to make her intention obvious. “I saw her with Minho. They were half dressed. She’s been lying to you.” Seungmin glanced at you. Not for an explanation. It was closer to disbelief that this was the revelation she had spent nearly two weeks trying to deliver. “I know she was with Minho.” Your sister’s face changed. “She told you.”
“I knew before she went to get him.” “No.” She gave a short laugh, as though he had misunderstood his own sentence. “I mean I saw them together. It wasn’t friendly.” “I know.”
Her eyes moved to you, then back to him. “And you’re just okay with that?” Seungmin’s mouth tightened. “It isn’t your business.” “I’m trying to stop you being humiliated.” “I’m not humiliated.”
“You don’t have to pretend because she’s here.” “I’m not pretending.” Your sister looked at you again. “Can you give us one minute?”
“No.” “She’s not keeping me here,” Seungmin said before your sister could turn that into something else. “I don’t want to talk to you alone.” “You’ve never even given me the chance.”
“I’ve had your messages.” “She must have said something to you.” “She didn’t know you’d contacted me the first time.”
Your sister’s fingers tightened around her phone. Seungmin continued, still calm. “I blocked you. I told reception not to let you upstairs. Nobody made me do that.” The flat went quiet for a moment. Your sister’s expression hardened before she managed to soften it again. “You don’t know what she’s like when you aren’t around.” A laugh nearly escaped you, but there was nothing funny in her face now. “She was on a date tonight,” your sister said. “With him again, I assume.” Seungmin answered without hesitation. “With Minho and Jisung,” Seungmin replied. She stared at him. You hadn’t expected him to say it quite so plainly. He didn’t elaborate. Your sister looked at you as though the answer had confirmed something worse than she had prepared herself for. “Jisung too?” You folded your arms. “You came here to tell Seungmin I was with Minho. He knows. You’ve told him. You can go now.”
“No. What does that mean?” “It means what happens in our relationship isn’t your business.” “Relationship?” Her gaze moved between you and Seungmin again. “What, all of you?”
Neither of you answered. She understood enough from the silence. “Oh my God.” Seungmin shifted closer to you, not protectively and not as a performance. He simply seemed done with standing across the room from you while your sister examined both of you. She noticed. “So you just let her do this?” His face changed then. “I don’t let her do anything.”
“You know what I mean.” “No, I don’t.” “She’s sleeping with other men.”
“She isn’t lying to me.” “That doesn’t make it normal.” “We didn’t ask what you thought.”
Your sister’s voice sharpened. “You’re really standing there pretending you’re fine with being passed around between all of them?” The sentence was directed at you, but she kept glancing at Seungmin as though waiting for him to flinch. The word landed harder than you expected. Not because it described anything real. It didn’t. There was no version of your relationship in which you were an object being handed from one person to another. Still, she had chosen it carefully. She wanted you to feel cheap. For one ugly second, you did. Seungmin moved before you spoke. “Don’t talk to her like that.” Your sister’s brows lifted. “I’m saying what everyone else would think.”
“You don’t know what anyone else thinks.” “I know what it looks like.” “You know what you wanted it to look like,” you said.
She turned to you. “You were happy when you walked in on me and Minho. You didn’t look worried about Seungmin. You looked pleased.” “I was shocked.” “You said you knew it.”
“Because I did.” “No. You thought you’d finally found something you could use.” Her face flushed. “I was trying to protect him.”
“You told me he’d come straight to you.” The room went still. Your sister’s eyes flicked towards Seungmin. You took out your phone, though you didn’t need to show her the message. She knew exactly what she had written. “You said he’d be so angry with me that he’d sleep with you tonight.” “I was upset.”
“About what?” She looked at Seungmin again. “About seeing someone treated like this.” Seungmin’s expression had gone flat. “You don’t know me at all,” he said.
“I know you deserve someone who respects you.” “You keep saying that like you’re talking about me. You aren’t.” “I came all this way because nobody else was going to tell you.”
“I already knew.” “And you’re fine with it because she’s convinced you this is what you want.” Seungmin stared at her for a moment. Then he shook his head. “You thought I’d be angry with her and come to you.” His voice stayed even, which somehow made your sister look more unsettled. “I wouldn’t.”
“You don’t know how you’d feel if you understood everything.” “I understand enough.” “She’s standing right there.”
“I told you to leave before she got here.” Your sister’s mouth closed. It was the first thing that seemed to reach her. For nearly two weeks, she had apparently imagined you intercepting messages, controlling Seungmin’s decisions and keeping him away from her. The possibility that he had heard everything she wanted to say and still rejected her had never been allowed into the fantasy. She recovered badly. “You’re letting her make a fool of you.” “I’m not.”
“You have no pride.” “That isn’t concern.” “I’m trying to help you.”
“No,” Seungmin said. “You’re trying to make me want something I don’t want.” Your sister’s eyes sharpened. “And what do you want? To be one of however many men she has wrapped around her finger?” The hurt from before was still there, but now it was joined by something steadier. “Stop talking about them.” She ignored you. “Minho was fixing your clothes while he couldn’t even be bothered to button his own shirt. Jisung was practically hanging off you the last time I saw him. He looked like he needed you to tell him what to do next.”
“Enough.” You unfolded your arms. “You don’t get to talk about them.” “I’m saying what everyone can see.”
“No. You’re saying what bothers you.” You stepped away from the door, closing some of the distance between you. “Jisung being soft bothers you. Seungmin not wanting to control me bothers you. Anything that doesn’t fit whatever miserable idea you have of how men are supposed to act makes you angry.” “That isn’t what I said.” “It’s exactly what you said.”
“You like them like that because it means you can do whatever you want.” “No.” “All of them running around after you, buying you things, fixing your clothes, doing whatever you say—”
“You stole a key to my home.” Her mouth snapped shut. “You took pictures of me without permission. You messaged my boyfriend behind my back. You turned up at his workplace more than once after he ignored you, and now you’ve come here because you thought you could make him leave me.” “I came because you were lying to him.”
“I wasn’t.” “You expect me to believe all of them are fine with this?” “I don’t care what you believe.”
“You think they all actually want you?” There it was. It came out before she could smooth it over. You watched her realise. The question hurt more than the other insults because it was closer to the centre of what she meant. Not disgust at the relationship. Disbelief that you could be loved inside it. You let the silence sit. Then you said, “That’s what you can’t stand.” Her face tightened. “Don’t flatter yourself.” “You don’t care that I’m with them. You care that they’re with me.”
The sentence came out more quietly than you expected. Your sister laughed, but there was no sweetness left in it. “Why would I be jealous of being passed between eight men?” Seungmin’s hand found yours. You held on. “You thought he’d choose you,” you said. “You said it yourself.” “I never said that.” “You said he’d come straight to you.”
“I meant he’d need someone.” “You meant you.” She looked at Seungmin. He did not look away. “I would never treat you the way she does,” your sister said.
Seungmin’s fingers tightened around yours. “You keep talking like this ends with me choosing you.” Her expression flickered. He continued before she could deny it. “It doesn’t.” “You only think that because you don’t understand what she’s doing.”
“Even if I had been angry with her, I still wouldn’t have gone to you.” The words were simple. They did not need anything added to them. Your sister’s face went blank for a second. Then the cruelty returned, stripped of almost everything polite. “Fine. Stay here and let her make you pathetic. Maybe that’s what you like.” Seungmin’s jaw tightened. You moved towards the door. “That’s enough.”
Your sister looked at you. “You’re throwing me out because I told the truth?” “I’m making you leave because you came here to hurt people.” “You can’t keep protecting him from reality.”
“I’m not protecting him from you. He doesn’t want you.” “You don’t speak for him.” “I’ve told you myself,” Seungmin said.
She ignored him. That, more than anything, made the whole thing obvious. She had spent weeks claiming to care about what Seungmin wanted. Now that he was saying it plainly, she refused to hear him. You opened the door. “Go home.” She stayed where she was. “So that’s it?” “For tonight, yes.”
“You’re just going to pretend none of this is sick?” “I’m not discussing my relationship with you again.” “And you think you can tell me where I’m allowed to go?”
“I’m telling you not to come back to this apartment. Don’t go to his work . Stop messaging Seungmin. He doesn’t want to speak to you.” Her gaze flicked towards him one last time. Seungmin stood beside you, still holding your hand. Your sister pulled her coat closer around herself. “You’ll regret this when it all falls apart.” Neither of you answered. She walked past you into the corridor. You closed the door before she reached the lift. For a moment, your hand stayed on the lock. Then you turned it. The apartment was quiet again. Seungmin didn’t speak immediately. He stood a few feet away, watching you without crowding you. You looked towards the paused television. “What were you watching?”
His eyebrows lifted slightly, as though that wasn’t the question he had expected. “I don’t know anymore.” You let out a breath that turned into something close to a laugh. Seungmin came nearer. “Are you okay?” “Yeah.” You rubbed at the place between your brows. “Mostly. She’s such an asshole.”
“She is.” “The stuff about Jisung and the boys pissed me off more than anything else.” “I know.”
“She barely knows them.” “She barely knows me.” You looked at him. He was still annoyed. You could see it in the line of his mouth and the way his thumb kept moving over the side of your hand. But he wasn’t broken by what she had said. He wasn’t questioning himself or looking for reassurance that he was masculine enough. He was simply angry that she had been cruel to people he loved. Your phone buzzed. Minho. Is she gone? You replied that she was. Jisung’s message appeared before you had put the phone away. are you both okay Three dots appeared immediately. did she expose you You looked at Seungmin. He noticed. “What?”
“Jisung wants to know whether she exposed me.” Seungmin’s expression flattened. “He’s enjoying this too much.” “He was worried.”
“He can be worried without typing like that.” You smiled and sent Jisung a message. Minho replied next. Do you want us to come back? You considered it, then looked around the apartment. The television was still paused. A paper bag sat open on the coffee table beside a drink with melted ice. Seungmin’s shoes were by the door. His charger was already plugged in beside the sofa. You were okay. No. We’re fine. Drive home safely. Minho sent a heart. Jisung sent four. Seungmin sat down on the sofa, then reached for your phone when you held it out. “What?” “You haven’t seen the actual message.”
“I heard it.” “That’s different.” He took the phone reluctantly. You watched his eyes move over the first message. Then the second. His face went blank. For several seconds, he said nothing. You sat beside him. “Well?” Seungmin locked the phone and handed it back. “She really doesn’t know anything about me.”
That made you laugh again. He looked offended. “Why is that funny?” “It isn’t.” “You’re laughing.”
“I’m laughing at her.” “That’s not better.” You leaned into his shoulder. “Jisung said something worse.” Seungmin immediately looked suspicious. “What did he say?”
You told him. He closed his eyes. Then he picked up the nearest cushion, put it over his face and stayed like that while you laughed against his side. When he finally lowered it, his ears were pink. “He didn’t need to say that in front of everyone.” “Everyone lready knew.” “That isn’t the point.”
You rested your head against him. “He wasn’t wrong.” Seungmin gave you a long look, then reached for the paper bag on the table. The fries inside had gone cold. He ate one anyway. “You wanted us to bring chips,” you said. “These aren’t chips.” “They’re close.”
You took one from the bag. It was terrible. You ate the rest of it. Seungmin found the remote beneath the cushion and restarted the episode from the beginning. You tucked your feet beneath his thigh, and he rested one hand around your ankle while the opening credits play
synopsis — you teach your shy childhood best friend how to kiss and newsflash.. he falls in love with you
word count — 2.8k
caution! this work contains — non-idol au, crack, romance, fem!reader, fluff, making out, and not proofread properly
a/n: i love how red this post is omgg and this is the fic from the poll :3
It was never meant to go this far.
Back when you were a toddler, your neighbor also recently gave birth to a kid.
Your parents pushed for the both of you to become friends. You didn’t think anything of it really. You couldn’t think much anyway, you were like three years old.
The neighbor’s kid, Jungwon, was incredibly shy at first.
It seriously took months for him to show his true personality. Jungwon always had been an outgoing person only with people he trusted.
He was one year younger than you, but was smart enough to be in your grade.
Jungwon was somewhat shy with everybody else but you and his and your parents. He stuck to you at school like a bug.
Your parents signed you up for classes Jungwon liked so he wouldn’t be without you.
Naturally, you both were good friends.
You both always joked about marrying each other when you both grew up.
But as puberty hit, you two naturally weren’t as close anymore. You had more friends so you didn’t hang out with him every day like you once did.
Jungwon never said anything, but it made his heart twist painfully at how easily you forgit about him.
So he tried to forget about you.
But he couldn’t.
You were like a stain in a cloth that would not come out no matter how many times it was washed.
Jungwon was still shy as always, but he was attracting girls now. He was never ugly but his shyness and the way he clung to you made people hesitate.
After you two naturally drifted apart, he became more popular.
It didn’t numb the hollow feeling in his chest.
It wasn’t ridiculous to say that Yang Jungwon was obsessed with you. Infatuated if you will.
He’s liked you ever since he could remember.
He hoped you still felt the same way, but with how popular and cool you were, he figured you wouldn’t like a shy guy like him.
He accepted that and lived his life.
But when you suddenly called him, he ran for his phone and answered it.
“Hey Jungwon, it’s been so long.”
“Yeah, it has been..”
“We should hang, right?”
Jungwon cleared his schedule the moment you mentioned meeting up once on the phone.
“..Yes.” Jungwon nodded even though you couldn’t see him or his flushed cheeks.
“I missed you so much,” Jungwon admitted.
You gave a soft chuckle that made Jungwon’s stomach flutter. “You can catch me up on what you’ve been doing.” You said.
Jungwon froze. He hadn’t been doing shit this entire time.
He’s just been trying to go out and make new friends, but nobody fills the hole you left when you two distanced.
“Yeah,” Jungwon said.
“Tell you what, I’ll come see you tomorrow. You’re visiting your parents arent you?” You asked.
Jungwon’s heart raced. “Wait- really? Yeah, I’m at my parent’s house.” You could hear the excitement in his voice and it made you chuckle.
“Yeah I’ll come and see you,” You hummed.
Jungwon smiled and waited until you eventually hung up on him to go to sleep. He slept in his childhood bedroom and stared at the ceiling.
The memories you both had in here were precious to him. You were framed in there and everything.
As Jungwon lied against his bedsheets, he stared at the ceiling. Wondering if you ever even thought about him as much as he thought of you.
He sighed and looked at the stuffed animal you bought him on his fourteenth birthday.
Jungwon smiled at the stuffed animal and then looked back at the ceiling before closing his eyes shut.
—
Jungwon woke up to the sound of his early alarm. He always got excited meeting up with you and woke up early to get ready.
He turned it off and sat up in his bed.
Jungwon turned on the shower and slipped off his clothes.
He stepped in the shower, letting out a soft wince at the cold water but forced himself in and waited for the water to get hotter for him to actually bathe.
Once he finished up, he brushed his teeth and applied skin care.
As he finished up, he saw a text from you. “I’m outside, let’s go out.” It read. He smiled and grabbed a jacket in case it gets cold wherever you both end up at.
He saw you outside talking with his parents and his heart fluttered as he walked over.
“Y/N,” Jungwon smiled as he walked up to you.
“Hey,” You patted his shoulder. “You got a haircut,” You pointed out.
Jungwon smiled bashfully while his parents exchanged knowing looks accompanied with elbow nudges.
“Aren’t you gonna get married? You said you both would in elementary,” Jungwon’s mother joked.
Jungwon’s face burned red and you just laughed, “We did say that, didn’t we?” You glanced at Jungwon.
Jungwon just nodded, “Well we should get going now.”
His parents nodded and walked inside the house while waving goodbyes and you and Jungwon got in your car.
You sat in the drivers seat while Jungwon sat in the passenger.
“So what have you been up to?” You asked as you drove out of his parent’s driveway while looking back behind you to check if anyone or anything was behind the car.
“Nothing,” Jungwon admitted.
You chuckled, “I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised by that answer.”
You began driving and you glanced at Jungwon. “Where do you wanna go right now?”
It was a crisp three in the afternoon and the sky was still bright. Jungwon didn’t do shit so he just shrugged and looked back at you.
“Okay.. let’s go going to an arcade,” You suggested and Jungwon quickly nodded.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” He said.
So that’s what you both did.
Jungwon beat you in multiple rounds of air hockey and you pushed him into a couple walking by, you and him went to laser-tag where you scared him so many times he probably pissed himself, and then you both went to eat some shit ass arcade pizza.
“So you can function outside of lectures and your bed,” You concluded while taking a sip of Jungwon’s chocolate milkshake.
He let you drink from his straw and couldn’t help but smile as you did.
“Don’t underestimate me,” He smiled softly.
“Hard not to,” You replied as you finished you slice of pizza.
He didn’t reply and instead he finished his own slice of pizza. He had already downed a soda and this was his third slice of pizza.
You chuckled, “Slow down before you throw up. I’ll leave you high and dry right here if you do.”
Jungwon feigned offense as he wiped his mouth with a napkin and then his hands followed behind quickly.
You got up and paid for the food before leaving with Jungwon.
It was six forty-three and you could see the sky starting to darken. You unlocked your car and got in, Jungwon followed after you and sat in the passenger seat that was practically reserved for him.
Jungwon looked like he was ready to pass out so you took him home. Once you parked in his parent’s driveway, you walked in with him to say bye to his parents.
When you entered, you saw his parents getting ready to go out for the night. You both were surprised since his parents rarely went out, especially at this hour.
As they walked out, you and Jungwon exchanged knowing looks with each other before running to lock the door and peek out the window to see when they left.
Once you confirmed that his parents left, you both went into the kitchen and checked for any alcohol like you and Jungwon used to do in middle and high school.
Sure enough, the liquor cabinet was unlocked.
Well.. you both were old enough to drink now but you still felt like you had to hide it from your parents.
You and Jungwon took the bottles upstairs to his room and you both refilled your glasses while laughing at joking.
Jungwon was infamous for being unable to handle liquor.
You both began drinking enough to get buzzed.
“So Jungwon, be honest.. have you ever gone to bar?” You asked as you took another swig of your drink. “Or do you just wait to come home and drink your parent’s stuff?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I go to bars,” He pouted slightly, making you ruffle his hair endearingly.
“Oh? With who?” You inquired.
“A girl asked me out last month and she took me there,” Jungwon admitted as he searched your expression to see if you were jealous but it was unreadable or just blank.
“What happened?” You asked.
“She was.. moving too fast,” He muttered.
“How?”
“She wanted things to be physical but.. I don’t know. I didn’t know how.” Jungwon replied, leaving out the part that he kept imaging you as her.
“Wait.. you’re still a virgin?” You asked in surprise.
“I’m honored you’re surprised by that,” He laughed sadly. “Yeah, I am.”
“You couldn’t have at least gave her a kiss?” You joked.
“I can’t.. I don’t know how,” Jungwon admitted.
You stared in shock.
“You’ve never kissed anyone?”
“No..”
“What have you done?”
“Nothing..”
“Woah.. are you saving yourself for somebody?”
“..”
You stared at the blushing Jungwon before you and placed down your cup.
“Let me teach you how to kiss at least,” You offered seriously.
Jungwon froze, seemingly sobering up quickly. “That’s not funny to joke about,” He frowned ws he tried to kill the small hope bubbling in his chest.
“Jungwon,” You stared into his eyes. “Are you scared?”
He swallowed, “What?”
“Are you scared?”
“..No.”
“You’re shaking.”
“It’s the alcohol.”
“What kind of fucking alcohol has you twitching like that?”
“This one..?”
You leaned in towards Jungwon.
“Come on. If we’re getting married one day, you at least need to know how to kiss.”
“A-Are you serious..?” Jungwon muttered.
“I’m as serious as one can get,” You replied.
Jungwon swallowed hard, “Okay.. I want to learn.” She said shakily.
His brain was screaming at him not to do it. But he wanted to have as much of you as you offered him and something like this was pure liquid gold for Jungwon.
He wasn’t intentionally saving himself for you, but he didn’t crave anything from anyone but you.
You gave a smile, “Don’t be scared.”
Jungwon’s heart throbbed against his chest, his breathing picking up slightly at the confirmation. He couldn’t believe this was happening.
You cupped Jungwon’s cheeks before bringing your lips to his gently.
The soft gesture knocked the wind out of his chest.
Jungwon clumsy kissed you back, his hands unsure of where to rest.
His eyes fluttered shut as you were practically just kissing him and hoping he’d know what to do, which he didn’t.
Jungwon referenced to the nights in his college dorm where he spent longer than he should have attempting how to kiss.
He put those instagram videos he watched to work and tried to move with you.
“Copy what I’m doing,” You chuckled against his lips.
He blushed but did what you said and it actually helped better.
Once he was starting to get the hang of it, you slid your tongue across Jungwon’s bottom lip, and it caught him severely off guard but he accepted your tongue with open arms.
Once he began to get the hang of it, you pulled away. “Alright. You got it down for the most part.”
Jungwon’s cheeks were flushed and his eyes were little wider as if he couldnt believer he was genuinely kissing you.
“Do you want to try again?” You asked.
He nodded hard, “Yeah.. I need experience.” She muttered.
“If you want me to just kiss you it won’t be as gentle,” You said, poking his soft cheeks that were already painted a pretty shade of red.
He swallowed, “I don’t care.”
You sighed as your hands rested on Jungwon’s nape while your other hand rested on his shoulder.
Before Jungwon could even think of what the fuck was happening, you slammed you lips against his fast enough to blind him.
He recovered quickly and closed his eyes and kissed you back desperately. He didn’t care if you figured out his feelings for you right now.
He let out a soft moan, his heart hammering against his ribs.
The kiss was electric and charged. Jungwon’s eager kiss surprisingly made you smile against his lips not to mention the whine.
Your hand on his neck pulled him closer to you while your hand on his shoulder’s grip tightened just a small amount. Not enough to hurt, but enough to notice.
You felt how sculpted he was underneath his lame ass shirt about some niche franchise you gave zero fucks about.
He moaned softly, the sound of pure need and affection as his hands cupped your face, then quickly fell to your own shoulders.
You bit his bottom lip a little, not enough to bleed but just eniugh for him to wince at it. You didn’t care and neither did he truly.
Your hand on his shoulder traveled down and felt on his chest, your hands lingering.
He hissed sharply at the feeling of your hands on his body. A feeling he’s wanted to feel since he could think.
Jungwon’s hands on your shoulders were soft but firm. They slightly caressed your shoulders and the area where neck and shoulder meet.
“Y/N,” Jungwon whined out. His voice shaky and frantic as he spoke softly.
You let out a hum in response to his whine, your kiss breaking as Jungwon let out another light sigh as your hand felt his chest again.
You stared at his face. He looked wrecked. It was a cute wrecker of course, but it was still surprising.
Jungwon’s hands gripped onto you tighter, not wanting to stop at all and to be honest..
You didn’t want to either.
You dipped your head a little and pressed a soft kiss on Jungwon’s neck.
Jungwon let out a hiss as your lips connected with his neck. The feeling making his heart beat stutter slightly.
You placed hot open mouthed kisses on his neck.
Jungwon let out a soft moan and his head fell back, partially to give you space and because he couldn’t support the weight of his head.
You kissed the side of Jungwon’s neck while your hand rested in the other side of his neck.
His hands slightly tugged on your hair, his hands slightly shaking as they felt your scalp. Odd habit but it was kind of cute.
He gasped as your teeth dug into the think skin of his neck. The feeling was surprisingly euphoric but it carried a persistent pain with it.
Jungwon let out a loud wince, his grip on your hair tightening.
You licked the wound on his neck before sucking on it. It was a sensation Jungwon had never even thought about before but God, he wouldn’t want to go without it any longer than he already has.
You watched the mark on his neck swell and a part of you were proud.
You shouldn’t be. He was your best friend after all.
You both were in his childhood room, the same room you both had sleepovers in.
Now you were here, subjecting Jungwon to copious amounts of pleasure he barely knew were possible. You kind of felt bad.
Your kiss traveled down to Jungwon’s collarbone, earning a soft gasp from him as his heart pounded harder and harder.
His face was severely flushed and the alcohol was long forgotten by this point.
Just then, Jungwon’s phone began ringing.
You paused and Jungwon reluctantly checked and then froze.
His mom was calling.
“Hey, we’re outside. Could you unlock the door? We also saw Y/N is still here,” His mom smiled while you quickly pulled away and grabbed the alcohol and stuff to put back before they came inside.
Jungwon gulped loudly, “Y-Yes.. give me a minute I’m busy..”
“Alright alright,” His mom chuckled as Jungwon quietly panicked to fix his hair and clothes to hide the marks on his neck.
Surprisingly in enough time everything was back to normal and Jungwon’s parents walked in.
“The bar had this huge fight and it was crazy.. we just decided to head back early,” Jungwon’s dad hummed as they laid on the couch. Completely spent from their night out.
You and Jungwon nodded obediently before you uttered an excuse to return to your dorm.
Jungwon glanced at you with longing and wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. He definitely couldn’t after what had just transpired.
You ignored his gaze but he followed you out to the front door where you smiled at him.
“Text me, okay?” You mouthed the words towards Jungwon with a wink before leaving and hopping into your car.
: ̗̀➛ p1harmony and their reactions to you waking them up for sex.
: ̗̀➛ warnings: sleepy sex, unprotected piv sex (all but theo and jiung), fingering (theo), nipple play (theo and soul), facesitting (jiung), riding (intak), mommy kink (..intak again), dirty talk, jongseob, not proofread, im sorry
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keeho
you and keeho have been out literally all day.
you woke up around 9 am, went out for breakfast, drove to the next town over to visit a vintage shop, ate lunch there, drove back and went to the mall, went for dinner, then went over to his members place to play games.
it was a little past 9 pm when you got back to his apartment, so you were both, rightfully so, tired.
keeho took a shower, and was pretty much out as soon as he hit the sheets. by time you finished washing up and made your way back to the bedroom, he was snuggled under the blankets, soft snores coming from his mouth.
you smiled, and layed next to him, closing your eyes and letting yourself try to fall asleep. unfortunately, you could not get your mind to rest.
everytime you trued to think about something else, your mind went back to your boyfriend. his arms, his face, the way his hands feel on your body.. and before you know it, you got yourself riled up.
your hand slips down your body and into your underwear, running one finger down your slit. you sigh when you feel the wetness, looking up at keeho.
you remove your hand from your pants, biting your lip softly while debating what to do. you could go to sleep and try to ignore it, you could go to the bathroom and deal with it yourself, or you could wake him up.
the first option just isnt gonna work, since you wont be able to fall asleep feeling like this. the second would work, but since youve been with keeho, you havent been able to get off alone, so itd just leave you frustrated, so really the only option is..
“kee.” you whisper, your hand moving to rest on his chest. you take a breath, your thighs squeezing together, trying to ease yourself.
“babe.” you say a little louder, shaking his chest. his face scrunches up, head turning to the side. he lets out a soft hum of acknowledgement, his body shifting as he slowly dtarts to wake up.
“im so sorry to wake you up.” you start, scooting closer and lifting one leg, wrapping it around his body. “i really need you, kee. im so serious, i wouldnt wake you if i didnt really need you.”
he finally opens his eyes, turning his head to face you, a look of slight irritation on his face.
“babe. im so fucking tired. you cant wait til the morning?” he says, wrapping his arms around you.
“i cant sleep, kee. please, ill take anything.” keeho sighs, bringing his hand to his face and rubbing his eyes.
“come here.” he says, patting his thigh. you straddle his hips, core pressing right up against his clothed cock.
his hands move to your hips out of habit, and he immediately kisses you back when you lean down and press your lips to his.
he lets you take full control of the kiss, his hands still on your body as you grind down on him. he makes out with you until he feels himself start to stiffen, then he sits up a bit, and flips you onto your back.
he doesnt say anything, as hes still very tired, he just pulls his sweats down, spitting on his hand and rubbing along his length. he pulls your panties to the side, then lines his tip up with your wet hole and pushes in.
“shit, yes keeho..” you say with a relieved sigh, finally feeling the pleasure youd been aching.
he bends down, his face pushing against your neck as he starts to fuck into you. he starts at a fast pace, wanting to get you off as fast as possible.
“fuck, baby. just like that, oh my god!” you cry out, hands gripping his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin.
he cant help but let out soft groans against your skin, mouth falling open against you, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
you feel yourself starting to approach release, and you turn him, your hands moving to grab his face. he looks up at you and kisses your lips, tongue forcing its way in.
“gonna come..” you whisper between a kiss. he speeds his hips up, fucking you harder and harder until youre coming undone under him.
“oh my god..” you whisper, body relaxing against the bed. you take deep breaths, bringing yourself down off your high.
keeho slowly pulls out of you, reaching for the wipes and wiping his dick off before tossing two of them at you.
“youre welcome.” he starts, shoving his dick back in his pants. “im going back to sleep.”
you smile, watching him move back to his spot on the bed and get under the covers.
“thank you.” you whisper, grabbing the wipes and wiping yourself down.
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theo
you and theo had just gotten back home after the longest six hours of your entire life.
this was the first award show you had gotten to go to as his plus one, and although you had a lot of fun watching your boys perform and win awards, all you wanted to do was go home and pounce on your boyfriend.
his arms, which have been getting bigger recently, were wrapped snuggly around his dress shirt sleeves, and my god, all you could do was daydream about everything you wanted him to do to you.
youve always been a sucker for theo in any kind of formal wear, especially a good suit. so you knew you were cooked when you had already started imagining before you even got to the venue.
obviously, when you finally got home, you were both tired, but theo was clearly less tired and more exhausted. he went straight to the shower and was knocked out ten minutes after hitting the sheets.
you ran your fingers through his hair while he snuggled against you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and again, all you could think about was getting your hands on him.
you tried to ignore it, truly. but after an hour and a half of trying to fall asleep but your pussy getting wetter instead, you knew you were too far gone.
you dont even wanna try to move or handle it yourself, because hes a very light sleeper. so if you move, hed probably wake up. if you touched yourself, and let out even the slightest moan above a whisper, hed wake up.
“baby.” you whisper agaisnt his ear, shifting your body in his arms, squeezing your thighs together.
his head lifts up just slightly before it flops back down on the pillow. his eyes open just a bit, and you can see hes looking at you.
“im sorry to wake you up.” you whisper, moving closer.
“no, whats wrong? you okay?” he asks softly, hand rubbing down your waist, which doesnt help the situation in the slightest.
“im fine. im just.. a little horny. and i dont wanna handle it myself because i know youd wake up anyway. you dont have to do anything if you dont want to though. i can go to the bathroom or something.” you say, avoiding eye contact with him.
his lips form into the slightest smile, and he moves his hand down to your panties, slipping underneath them.
“i got you, dont worry about it.” he says, his other hand pulling you closer while his fingers under your panties start to toy at your clit.
you moan softly, forehead moving and pressing against his. two of his fingers rub circles into your clit, his lips softly pressing against yours.
those same two fingers move down to your hole, and he slowly pushes them in, swallowing every moan you let out against his lips.
“feel good?” he asks, slowly scissoring you open. you nod immediately, opening your legs wider, shifting on your back so youre in a position where you can feel him better.
theo starts to kiss at your collarbone, lips hovering over your hardened nipples poking through your tank top.
your hand moves to pull it down, freeing one of your boobs for him. his lips immediately close around it, and he starts to suck and kitten lick at it, adding into the stimulation.
“tae, please.. i want more.” you whisper, hips moving against his fingers. he continues to suck your nipple, stopping the movement of his fingers for a split second just to add a third finger in.
your moans get louder as he speeds his fingers up, pussy basically dripping as he shoves his fingers in and out of you, thumb messing with your clit.
“gonna come. dont stop, please!” you say louder, hips squirming underneath him, your words starting not to make sense as you bamble about getting closer.
finally, you finish around him with a choked cry, pussy clenching tightly around him.
“mhm, good girl. feel better?” he asks, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking the arousal off.
“fuck, yeah. so much better, thank you, baby.” you whisper, turning to kiss him. he kisses you back, then lays back down.
“go clean up and pee then come to sleep, okay? ill be here.” he says, tucking himself back under the covers.
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jiung
jiung has had a long couple of days, and you know that.
hes been working nonstop from early in the morning til late at night, and has been coming home exhausted each night.
tonight was finally the night where he was gonna go to sleep and stay asleep the full eight hours plus some, as he finally had the next couple days off.
you had food already ready when he got home, just as a nice little surprise after his hard work. he thanked you over and over made you sit and eat with him. when you finished, you took a shower with him before tucking him in.
you kissed him good night and left him alone to go clean up a bit. you washed the plates and the pots, put the leftovers in a container, then wiped all the counters down and swept up.
about an hour later, you finally lay down next to him and get comfortable. after a couple seconds, you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer.
usually, you would think it was just cute. the way he still finds a way to hold you, even in his sleep. but tonight, youre pretty worked up. you have been all day, mind accidentally shifting to him putting you through the mattress, but it was small enough to ignore.
but now that his arms are on you, and you can feel his hands sprawled out on your stomach.. youre too far gone.
he hasnt even been asleep three hours yet, so youd actually feel like shit if you woke him for something like this. you shift slightly, looking back at him before slowly making your way out his grip.
you successfully sit up without waking him, then you reach for the night stand, opening it and reaching inside in search for your one of your toys.
it being dark in the room didnt help in the slightest, because you cant seem to find a single one. you start to rummage through the drawer, getting increasingly frustrated.
even though you thought you were being quiet, apparently not.
“baby.” you hear him say, and you freeze and slowly turn around to look at him. his eyes are open a bit, and theyre looking at your hand half in the drawer. “what are you doing?” he asks.
“nothing. go back to sleep. just looking for something.” you reply, removing your hand and closing the drawer.
“toys? its in the bottom one.” he says softly, shifting to lay on his back.
your mouth falls open in shock, surprised on how he caught into you so fast. you dont get to say anything before he reaches, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards him.
“you couldve woken me, i would do anything for you. dont want you using that anyway.” he whispers.
you move towards him, still not speaking, cheeks hot from embarassment. “sorry. i didnt mean to wake you up. i just didnt want to for something like this. seems selfish.”
he smiles and shakes his head, kissing your hand. “it wouldve been a little selfish. but i woke up myself, so its okay.”
he smiles, then shifts to a more comfortable position. “come, sit on my face. i got you, babe.”
you smile softly, pressing a kiss to his lips and murmuring a thank you before removing your panties quickly and straddling his chest, knees pressed into the mattress.
his hands move to your thighs, gripping them softly and lowering you down. his lips make contact with your heat, pressing kisses around your clit before sucking it in harshly.
you moan softly, head falling back, your hand moving up to grip your tit through your shirt. he uses his tongue, kitten licking at your pussy, your wetness dripping everywhere.
“oh my god, ji.. please, dont stop.” you moan out, words falling on deaf ears as jiung is completely locked in on pleasing you.
he switches from sucking harshly on your clit to flicking his tongue around it. he can tell youre getting closer, so he takes it upon himself to pull your further down on his face, sticking his tongue inside your hole.
you finish in his face with a whimper, thighs shaking around his face. he gives you a couple final licks before he gently moves you to sit on his chest.
“thank you.” you whisper, finally letting yourself feel tired after you got the relief you wanted, sliding off his chest and back on the bed.
“of course.. going back to sleep, kay? good night.” he says, wiping his mouth before turning back on his side facing you.
“good night, baby.” you whisper back, laying your head next to his.
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intak
“hi, baby!” you say, running towards intak as he walks through the door.
hes been gone all day because drove out of town early this morning to go to a dance pop up with soul, and he ended up following him around different shops all day, buying him more figured to add to his collection.
“hey, babe.” he says, hugging you back, pressing a kiss to your head. “im beat, im gonna lay down and nap for like an hour. is that okay?”
your hands drop to your side, a small pout on your lips. “oh. yeah, okay. sure.” you say, shaking the dissapointment off quickly and putting on a smile.
“im sorry.” he says, hugging you. “its only four, give me just one hour. im all yours after, okay?”
you shake your head, hugging him back, nit able to be upset at him. “dont be sorry, its fine. take as long as you need.”
he kisses you one more time before walking around you to the bedroom. “wake me up in an hour!” he calls out behind him, closing the door as he walks into your room.
you let out a soft giggle, moving back to the couch where you had been before, waiting. waiting for him to come back and finish what he started this morning.
you guys were making out, roughly grinding against each other at seven in the morning. he got you all wet and ready just to get up, apologize to you mulitple times because he lost track of time and needed to go pick up soul in ten minutes.
you were rightfully irritated, and he knew that. thats why he promised he was all yours as soon as he got back. you even got yourself worked up again when he texted he was ten minutes away, just for him to do it again.
now here you are, horny and angry. while your boyfriend is comfortably sleeping in the bed. you know hes tired, you arent that mean, so you ket him sleep the whole hour and an extra thirty minutes before you walk in the room.
“get up.” you say, flopping down on top of him. he grunts, his eyes snapping open when he feels your weight on him.
“jesus.. you couldnt just shake me? you had to jump?” he says, hands coming up to rub his eyes.
you smile, sitting up and straddling his hips, placing your hands on his chest. “yes. i had to wake you up fast, i cant wait anymore.” you say, bending down to kiss him.
he kisses back, hands laying limp at his sides, letting you take full control of the kiss. it doesnt take long before hes up and aching, cock straining against his pants, hands now on your hips.
“fuck.. youre lucky im this horny.” you say, pulling his sweats down. “i should make you wait like you did me.”
he watches as you take your shorts and panties off, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. “thank you for not making me wait, mommy. i love you so much.”
you smile down at him, lining his tip up with yiur hole before sinking down.
“i love you too, intak.” you say in one, short breath, a soft moan falling from your lips as you finally get what youve been waiting for.
his body visibly melts into the bed, his hands gripping your hips tight as you start to move up and down.
“fuck me, intak. i need you.” you whisper, lating your head on his shoulder, lips pressed against his neck. his arms wrap around you completely, knees bending so his feet are planted in the mattress, and then he starts to move himself, shoving his dick in and out.
“oh! thats it, baby, oh my god!” you moan, one of your hands moving to grip his hair.
intaks moan and whimpers turn you on even more, and you feel yourself clenching around his cock as your orgasm takes over.
he keeps moving as youre creaming all around him, your moans becoming choked and loud.
“fuck.. hold on.” he says, turning you both over, laying you on your back.
“im gonna give it to you, okay? just like you wanted, mommy.”
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soul
you just had the actual worst day ever.
you worked a double at the resturaunt, spilled a whole table of drinks all over your uniform, got yelled at by two different customers over something they did wrong, and its just like you couldnt catch a break all day.
when you got home, all you wanted was to get fucked so good you forgot about everything. soul knew that, you called him at the end of your second break, thirty minutes before you went home and told him.
he said hed be there to do just that, so you put on a positive attitude the last bit of your shift because now you had something to actually look forward to.
but of course, just your luck! when you walked inside, your man was no where to be found. you walked around the apartment before entering your shared room, and let out a loud sigh when you saw him, knocked the fuck out on the bed.
“seriously..” you whisper, walking towards the bed. you strip out of your uniform, leaving you in your underwear and bra before sliding in the bed next to him, placing your hand on his chest and shaking.
“wake up, sho.” you say, laying your head next to his. he opens his eyes, and slowly sits up.
“ah, im sorry. i got sleepy.. i tried to stay up.” he explains, and you sigh, pulling him back down.
“its fine. we dont have to do anything, i just want to talk and have you listen.”
he nods, laying back down and wrapping his arms around you. you start to ramble on about your terrible day, voice cracking as you try to hold back frustrated tears.
soul listens the while time, his eyes staying on yours. he uses one hand to wipe your tears whike the other one runs up and down your body.
you finish talking, and he offers you some words if encouragement before kissing the tear streaks on your face, fingers sneaking under the hem of your panties.
“you still want it?” he asks, and you nod immediately, not knowing why he asked when you clearly wanted it, but still glad he did.
he runs his fingers along your pussy, rubbing your hole before pulling them out.
“turn around, get close.” he says, laying his head down. you turn away from him and scoot your backside against his, sighing when you feel him pull himself out and push his tip against you.
you dont have to ask or beg, he just pushes into you. when you feel his tip hit that spot, you immediately forget about everything.
“god, sho. feels so good..” you whisper, your hand moving to rest on top of his, which is resting on your thigh.
he starts to push in and out of you, fucking you nice and slow, which isnt exactly what you imagined happening tonight, but it honestly feels better.
“feel better?” he whispers against your ear, pulling you closer, hands running down your body.
“so much better, sho. dont fucking stop.. my god.” you whine, moans getting slightly louder.
he starts to move a little faster, the bed creaking with each thrust, that, your moans, and the sound of skin slapping the only thing filling the room.
“shota, im gonna come. make me come, baby,” you say, reaching back to stroke his hair.
“gonna make you come.” he murmurs, fucking you harder and pushing your release out of you. you moan softly as you come off your high, hand tangled in his hair.
“wanna keep going? up to you, babe.” he says, kissing your shoulder.
“just one more?” you reply, turning to face him. he sits all the way up, hovering above you.
“one more.”
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jongseob
doggy style, wet dream
you wake up abruptly, breathing uneven, sweating so bad that the sheets under you are slightly damp.
you feel your pussy clenching around nothing, and you look around, confused. you couldve sworn you were just under jongseob and he was fucking you so good.. but now youre not.
then it hits you. you just had a wet dream. a nasty one at that. you turn and look at your boyfriend, sleeping soundly, and you know you cant handle this himself. not with him laying right next to you, looking sexy as fuck.
“seobie, babe. wake up, please.” you whisper-yell, shaking him gently but with enough force to get him up. you watch his eyes squeeze together before he opens them, looking up at you confused.
“what? what happened?” he asks, sitting up, his hand wiping the sweat off your forehead. “you look sick, whats wrong?”
you shake your head, breathing starting to calm down. “no. i had a dream.” you say.
“a bad one?”
“a wet one.”
he blinks in shock, then lets out a laugh. “are you serious? about me?” he asks, trying to get you to look at him.
you move your head, slapping his hand away. “yes, about you. literally who else?”
“what were we doing?” he asks, wrapping an arm around you.
“we were fucking. like, hard. babe, my head was damn near inside the mattress. it felt so real..”
you look up at him after he doesnt respond for a second, letting out a laugh when you see the look in his face.
“whats this look for?” you say, grabbing the ends of his hair.
“you know what its for.”
you did not know what it was for.
literally 15 minutes later, he had you living the reality if your dream. your face is pressed into the mattress, unable to move because of his hand keeping you there.
his dick is deep inside you, and hes giving you these quick, shallow thrusts that have you drooling and screaming into the sheets.
“is this it? im doing it right, baby?” he asks, his hand coming up and landing down on your ass with a smack.
you scream into the fabric, your eyes squeezing shut as tears fall from them.
“fuck! seob, yes.. so good!” you ramble, hands gripping the sheets so tight they start to come off the edges.
“mhm.. nobody can fuck you this good? only me?” he asks, thrusting harder.
“nobody! just you, baby. only you!”
you hear him chuckle behind you, then you scream loud when his arm rounds and starts to rub your clit. “come for me. come all on this dick, babe.”
you finish almost immediately, your scream getting cut off with a gasp as you come down from the best orgasm youve had in a long time.
“jesus, baby. you okay?” he asks, pulling out of you.
“im fine.” you assure him, letting yourself fall limp. he lays next to you, rubbing your back softly.
“im sleepy. good night.” he says, kissing your shoulder before turning away.
you cant even laught at the audacity, you just lay there and fall asleep yourself.
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a/n - yall. promote tf out ts bc why did i cook?? ine of my favs for sure, but lmk what you think! ily, ty, bai <33
[ 𝓐𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝓛𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝓛𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 ] This is the Valentine's Day special. A little late. P.S.: I cried while writing this.
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BANG CHAN : 방찬 — Denial
Chan still sets two alarms every morning.
One for him.
One for you.
The second one rings at 7:14 a.m.—the exact time you used to groan, roll over, and mumble “five more minutes, Channie” into his neck.
He reaches across the empty side of the bed without thinking, fingers searching for hair that isn’t there, skin that’s gone cold.
The alarm keeps going.
He doesn’t turn it off.
He just lies there listening until it dies on its own, then whispers “sorry, baby” to the ceiling like you might hear it from wherever you are.
He still cooks breakfast for two.
Scrambled eggs the way you liked them—extra pepper, no chives because they “taste like grass.”
He plates yours first, sets it on your spot at the table, even pours the orange juice into your favorite glass with the tiny chip on the rim.
Sometimes he talks to the empty chair.
Tells you about the new track he’s working on, how the bridge still doesn’t feel right, how he wishes you were here to hum the melody until it clicks.
When the food gets cold he eats yours too—slowly, like if he finishes every bite you’ll magically appear to scold him for double portions.
He still keeps your side of the closet untouched.
Your hoodies hang in the same order you left them.
The black one you stole from him is still folded at the bottom of the pile—he can’t bring himself to hang it up because it still smells like your shampoo.
Every night he pulls it out, presses his face into the collar, inhales until his lungs burn, then folds it again with shaking hands.
“I’ll wash it tomorrow,” he tells the dark room.
Tomorrow never comes.
He still checks his phone for your goodnight text.
The last one sits unread at the top of the thread:
“don’t stay up too late genius ♡ sleep well i love you”
He reads it every night before he forces himself to close his eyes.
Sometimes he types replies he’ll never send.
“I’m trying.”
“I miss you.”
“I don’t know how to do this without you.”
He deletes them all.
If he sends them, it becomes real.
And it can’t be real.
You’re just late.
You’ll walk through the door any second now, laughing, saying you got stuck in traffic or fell asleep on the subway again.
He leaves the hallway light on.
Just in case.
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LEE MINHO : 이민호 — Anger
Minho punched the mirror the day after the funeral.
Seven years of ballet-perfect control shattered in one swing—glass everywhere, knuckles split to the bone, blood dripping onto the tiles in perfect crimson circles.
He didn’t feel it.
He only felt the rage boiling under his skin, the kind that tastes like metal and makes your vision tunnel.
He’s angry at the driver who ran the light.
He’s angry at the doctors who couldn’t do more.
He’s angry at the sky for being blue the day they buried you.
He’s angry at the cats for still purring like nothing happened.
He’s angry at himself for not being there, for not holding your hand in that last second, for every time he told you “five more minutes” when you asked him to come to bed.
He’s angry at you.
Not loud, screaming anger.
Quiet, vicious, bone-deep anger.
How dare you leave first.
How dare you make him stay behind in a world that keeps turning without you.
How dare you smile in every photo on his phone when he can’t see that smile in real life anymore.
He stopped dancing.
The studio he used to live in is locked.
The pointe shoes you bought him as a joke still sit in their box—untouched, pristine, mocking him every time he walks past the shelf.
He can’t move like he used to.
Every stretch reminds him of mornings when you’d sit on the floor and watch him warm up, chin in your hands, telling him he looked like a painting.
Now the mirror is covered with a sheet.
He can’t look at himself.
He doesn’t recognize the eyes staring back.
He stopped eating properly.
Not on purpose—just… food tastes like cardboard.
Soonie sits on the counter and stares at him while he pushes rice around the plate.
He snaps at the cat once—“What are you looking at?”—then immediately feels sick with guilt and buries his face in Soonie’s fur until the shaking stops.
He still talks to you.
Not out loud.
In his head.
Sharp, biting monologues he would never say if you were here.
“You promised you’d stay longer.”
“You said we had time.”
“You left me with the cats and your stupid plants and no instructions.”
He waits for you to answer back the way you always did—quick, teasing, calling him dramatic.
The silence is deafening.
He hates you for it.
He loves you more than he can breathe around.
The anger keeps him alive.
When it fades, he’s terrified of what will be left.
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SEO CHANGBIN : 서창빈 — Bargaining
Changbin makes deals with things that can’t answer.
He talks to the sky every night at 11:11 p.m.—the time your last message came through: “don’t wait up, I’ll be home soon ♡”
He stands on the balcony regardless of weather, arms crossed tight, whispering the same thing every time:
“I’ll never complain about your cold feet again.
I’ll never steal the blankets.
I’ll never skip leg day if it means you come back.
Just let her walk through the door.
Please.”
He starts going to the gym at 3 a.m.
Tells himself if he lifts heavier, if he pushes until his muscles scream louder than his thoughts, the universe might take pity.
He benches 180 kg like it’s nothing now.
He doesn’t feel stronger.
He just feels empty.
He keeps your gym playlist on repeat.
The one you made for him—loud, angry girl music mixed with his favorite rap tracks.
Every time “WAP” comes on he laughs until he cries because you used to scream the lyrics while spotting him, making the whole gym stare.
He still spots himself in the mirror.
Pretends you’re behind him counting reps.
“One more, Bin. You got this. I believe in you.”
He finishes the set.
Looks in the mirror.
You’re not there.
He drops the bar too hard.
The clang echoes like a gunshot.
He leaves offerings.
Your favorite iced latte on the kitchen counter every morning.
A fresh pack of the gum you chewed obsessively.
The hoodie you always stole from him—folded on your side of the bed.
He talks to the empty room while he does it.
“If you come back I’ll never tease you about your sweet tooth again.
I’ll buy you all the pastries.
I’ll never skip a date night.
I’ll never let you walk home alone.
Just come back.
Please.”
He starts wearing your ring on a chain around his neck.
The one you gave him when you got matching promise rings.
He clutches it when the grief hits hardest—like a lifeline.
He bargains with it.
“If I keep this close, if I never take it off, if I stay exactly the way I was when you loved me—will you come back?”
The metal stays cold against his skin.
No answer.
He still doesn’t take it off.
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HWANG HYUNJIN : 황현진 — Depression
Hyunjin stops painting.
The studio he spent years perfecting is silent now.
Canvases lean against the walls—half-finished portraits of you, sketches of your hands, your laugh lines, your eyes when you’re sleepy.
He hasn’t touched a brush in four months.
The paints have dried in their tubes.
The room smells like dust and turpentine and grief.
He sleeps in your clothes.
Not just hoodies—everything.
Your old t-shirts.
Your favorite pajama shorts (he has to tie them tight so they don’t fall off).
Your scarf that still smells faintly of your perfume.
He wraps himself in you every night and pretends the warmth is yours instead of just cotton and memory.
He doesn’t cry anymore.
The tears dried up somewhere around month two.
Now he just sits.
On the floor of the studio.
Back against the wall.
Staring at the last painting you ever saw him finish—a portrait of you laughing in sunlight.
He hasn’t covered it.
He can’t.
But he can’t look away either.
He talks to you in his head constantly.
Quiet conversations no one else hears.
“Did you see the moon tonight? It’s the same color you always said looked like spun sugar.”
“I made coffee the way you like it. Too sweet. I hated it. But I drank it anyway.”
“I miss your voice. Even when you were yelling at me for leaving paint on the couch.”
He stopped going out.
His friends come by.
They sit with him in silence when he can’t speak.
They leave food he doesn’t eat.
They hug him when he lets them.
He always ends up crying after they leave.
Quiet.
Exhausted.
The kind of crying that feels like bleeding out slowly.
He still wears the necklace you gave him.
A thin silver chain with a tiny star charm.
You said it was because he was your brightest one.
He holds it between his fingers when the dark gets too heavy.
Whispers to it like you can hear.
“I’m trying to be okay.
I’m trying so hard.
But it hurts to breathe without you.”
He doesn’t know how to live in a world where you don’t exist.
He doesn’t want to learn.
So he sits.
In the half-dark.
Surrounded by unfinished paintings.
Wearing your clothes.
Holding your star.
Waiting for a sign that never comes.
Hoping tomorrow will hurt a little less.
Knowing it probably won’t.
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HAN JISUNG : 한지성 — Acceptance
Jisung still writes songs about you.
Not the dramatic, heart-shredding ones he wrote right after.
Those stay locked in a folder labeled “do not open.”
These are quieter.
Gentler.
Melodies that feel like holding your hand in a crowded room.
Lyrics that don’t beg you to come back—they just remember you were here.
He released one last month.
No big announcement.
No music video.
Just a simple acoustic track on SoundCloud titled “Starlight.”
He didn’t tag it.
Didn’t promote it.
But people found it anyway.
Comments flooded in:
“Who’s this about?”
“This made me cry in the shower.”
“I lost someone too.”
He reads every single one.
Doesn’t reply.
Just sits with them.
Lets them exist beside his own grief.
He keeps your favorite mug on the shelf above the sink.
Blue with a tiny chip on the handle.
He drinks from it every morning—black coffee, no sugar, the way you used to tease him about.
He tells the mug good morning.
Tells it about the new melody stuck in his head.
Tells it he’s trying to be kinder to himself.
He visits your grave on the 14th of every month.
The day you left.
He brings one sunflower—your favorite.
Sits on the grass.
Talks.
Not like he’s expecting an answer anymore.
Just like he’s updating you.
“I finally fixed that bridge in the song you hated.”
“I ate vegetables today. You’d be proud.”
“I laughed yesterday. It felt weird. But good.”
He’s learning to live beside the grief instead of under it.
Some days are still heavy.
Some days he wakes up reaching for you.
But most days now he wakes up, looks at the empty side of the bed, and whispers:
“Good morning, baby. I’m still here.”
He keeps your photo in his wallet.
The one of you mid-laugh at the beach, hair wild, eyes crinkled.
He looks at it when he needs reminding that joy existed.
Still exists.
Even if it’s quieter now.
He’s not okay.
Not fully.
Maybe not ever.
But he’s breathing.
He’s writing.
He’s living.
And every note he plays
Every sunrise he watches
Every breath he takes
is proof that love doesn’t end when someone leaves.
It just changes shape.
And he’s learning—slowly, painfully, gently—
how to carry yours forward.
Without you.
But never without you.
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LEE FELIX : 필릭스 — Bargaining
Felix still lights a candle every night at 7:07 p.m.
The time your last photo together was taken—both of you laughing in a convenience store parking lot, faces lit by neon and streetlights.
He bought the same brand of candle you always chose—lavender, the cheap kind from the corner mart that smokes too much.
He lights it with the same lighter you used to steal from him, the one with the tiny star sticker you put on it.
He sits on the floor in front of it, knees to chest, and starts bargaining the way people bargain with gods they don’t believe in anymore.
“If I never complain about your cold hands again, will you come back?”
“If I learn to make your favorite latte exactly right—no foam, extra vanilla—will you walk through the door?”
“If I stop humming when I’m nervous, if I stop biting my nails, if I become quieter, smaller, better—will you forgive me for not holding you tighter that last night?”
He makes lists.
Actual lists on scraps of paper he keeps in a shoebox under the bed.
“I’ll donate half my clothes.”
“I’ll volunteer at the animal shelter every weekend.”
“I’ll never raise my voice again, even when I’m frustrated.”
“I’ll be kinder to everyone, even the people who don’t deserve it.”
He crosses things off when he does them.
The list gets longer.
Nothing gets crossed off enough times to bring you back.
Some nights he bargains with objects.
He holds your favorite mug—the one with the chipped handle—and whispers:
“If this mug never breaks, if it stays perfect forever, will you come home?”
He sleeps with it beside his pillow.
It hasn’t broken yet.
You still haven’t come home.
He talks to the flame.
Tells it about the new freckle he found on his wrist that looks like yours.
Tells it he’s sorry for every time he was too tired to dance with you in the kitchen.
Tells it he’d give up music if it meant one more morning waking up to your sleepy “five more minutes, Lix.”
The candle burns down every night.
He blows it out at 7:07 a.m. the next morning.
Starts again at 7:07 p.m.
He knows it’s irrational.
He knows the flame doesn’t hear him.
He knows bargains don’t bring people back.
But stopping would mean accepting.
And he’s not ready.
So he lights the candle.
Every single night.
And waits for the universe to change its mind.
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KIM SEUNGMIN : 김승민 — Depression
Seungmin’s voice has changed.
Not dramatically.
Not enough for most people to notice.
But you would have.
You always noticed the tiny things—how his tone lifted half a note when he was teasing, how it dropped when he was tired, how it cracked just slightly when he said your name after being apart for too long.
Now it’s flat.
Careful.
Like he’s measuring every word to make sure it doesn’t hurt coming out.
He speaks less in group settings.
When he does, it’s polite.
Measured.
Safe.
He stopped singing for fun.
The shower concerts you used to record secretly are gone.
The late-night covers he’d post on his private account—stopped.
He still sings for work.
But it’s mechanical.
Perfect pitch.
No soul.
He keeps your toothbrush in the holder.
Next to his.
Doesn’t touch it.
Doesn’t throw it away.
Just lets it sit there—bristles still slightly bent from the last time you used it.
Sometimes he stares at it for minutes at a time.
Doesn’t cry.
Just stares.
He stopped wearing colors.
Everything is black, gray, navy.
Not dramatic mourning clothes—just absence of light.
You used to tease him about his “emo phase” when he wore black too much.
He hasn’t worn white since the funeral.
He reads the books you left unfinished.
Marks the pages you dog-eared.
Finishes them slowly.
When he reaches the last page he closes the book, places it back on the shelf exactly where you left it, and starts the next one.
He doesn’t skip ahead.
Doesn’t read faster.
He reads like he’s walking through a museum of your mind—careful, reverent, terrified to miss a single detail.
He still sets the coffee maker for two cups every morning.
Drinks yours when his is gone.
Tastes like nothing.
He drinks it anyway.
He doesn’t talk about you in past tense.
Not yet.
When someone asks how you’re doing, he says “she’s resting.”
They nod awkwardly.
He doesn’t correct them.
At night he lies on his side of the bed—your side still empty—and stares at the ceiling.
He doesn’t cry.
The tears dried up months ago.
Now he just exists in the quiet.
Breathing shallow.
Waiting for the ache to become familiar enough that it stops feeling like dying.
It never quite does.
But he keeps breathing anyway.
Because stopping would mean the end of every place you ever touched.
And he’s not ready for that.
Not yet.
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YANG JEONGIN : 양정인 — Acceptance
Jeongin doesn’t visit the grave every week anymore.
He used to—rain, shine, schedules be damned.
He’d sit on the grass until his legs went numb, telling you about the new song he was working on, the dumb thing Seungmin said, how he still can’t fold fitted sheets the way you taught him.
Now he goes once a month.
On the 17th.
Your favorite number.
He brings one thing each time.
A single sunflower when it’s sunny.
A tiny umbrella when it rains.
A warm latte when it’s cold.
He places it carefully against the headstone, sits for a while, then leaves.
No long monologues.
No tears.
Just quiet company.
He started wearing your ring again.
Not on his finger—the chain around his neck.
He tucks it under his shirt when he’s on stage.
Pulls it out when he’s alone.
Holds it like a worry stone when his hands shake during recordings.
He sings again.
Not just for work.
For himself.
Late at night in the studio after everyone leaves.
Songs you loved.
Songs you hated.
Songs you never heard.
He records them anyway.
Saves them in a private folder labeled “for her.”
He might release them one day.
He might not.
Either way—they exist.
And that’s enough.
He laughs more now.
Not forced.
Not hollow.
Real, surprised laughter when Changbin trips over his own feet or Felix burns toast again.
It still catches him off guard sometimes—how joy can sneak in beside grief without apology.
He lets it stay.
He keeps your favorite photo on his lock screen.
The one of you mid-laugh at the beach, hair wild, eyes crinkled.
He doesn’t change it.
Doesn’t hide it.
When people ask who it is, he says “someone I loved.”
Present tense.
Always present tense.
He still sleeps on his side of the bed.
Leaves your side open.
Sometimes he reaches across in the middle of the night—habit, muscle memory.
His hand meets empty sheets.
He doesn’t flinch anymore.
Just exhales.
Pulls the pillow you used to hug close to his chest.
Breathes in the faint trace of your shampoo that’s almost gone.
He’s learning that grief isn’t a tunnel with light at the end.
It’s a room.
Some days the walls close in.
Some days the ceiling feels higher.
Some days he opens a window and lets the sun in.
He’s learning to live in the room.
Not to leave it.
Not to pretend it’s not there.
Just to live in it.
With you.
In every song.
In every laugh.
In every quiet morning he still sets two coffee mugs out.
Because acceptance isn’t forgetting.
It’s remembering.
And choosing to keep breathing anyway.
For you.
With you.
Always you.
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Happy belated Valentine's Day !
end note:
If you made it this far… thank you. Truly.
Writing (and maybe reading) these stages wasn’t easy. Valentine’s Day can feel like a spotlight on everything that hurts — the love that stayed, the love that left, the love that never quite arrived. Some days it’s roses and confessions; other days it’s quiet rooms and old messages you can’t delete. I wanted to honor all of it here. Not just the pretty parts, but the messy, aching, grieving ones too.
Grief doesn’t always mean someone died. Sometimes it’s grieving who you used to be with them, or who you thought you’d become together. Sometimes it’s grieving the version of love you were promised but never got. And that’s okay. It’s allowed to hurt this much, even on a day the world tells you to be happy and in love.
If any of these words felt too close, too raw, too familiar — I’m holding space for you. You’re not dramatic. You’re not “too much.” You’re just human, feeling something real in a world that rushes past feelings like they’re inconvenient. Take your time with the ache. Let it sit. Let it breathe. It doesn’t have to be fixed today, or this week, or even this year.
And if you’re in a softer place right now — if your heart is full, or healing, or just quietly okay — I’m so glad. You deserve that gentleness too.
Thank you for letting me put these pieces of hurt and hope into words. Thank you for reading, for feeling, for staying even when it stung. If this special helped you feel a little less alone in your own stages… that’s more than enough for me.
Wishing you love in all its forms — the kind that stays, the kind that teaches, the kind that eventually lets you go. And most of all, wishing you peace, even on days when peace feels far away.
With all my heart (the bruised and beating parts included),
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If there’s anything in life that Jake wants, it’s to fuck. All day, every day, it’s on his mind. He fantasizes constantly, watches porn every free chance he gets, and ultimately has grown bored of his own hand to satiate his need.
or the one where jake is inexperienced, incredibly perverted, and borderline addicted to sex but cannot, for the life of him, land a girl.
leave feedback and reblog to give jake another boner.
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WORDCOUNT― 13.8k
PAIRING― jake sim x afab reader
CONTENT― smut, inexperienced but pervy and dominant jake, he kind of has an addiction to jerking off, im not joking like he has a boner every twenty minutes it’s probably a medical issue but, reader is really sex positive and lets jake go absolutely insane on her
NOTE― not proof read in the way it needed to be. disclaimer: this is straight up just porn. it had a plot at one point but i deleted all of it and wrote this instead. also this is posted on my other blog [@ncteez] for mark lee. yes, i wrote it for both of them bc they both fit the shoe ok? ok.
smut tags under cut::
smut tags― jake isn’t submissive– just a loser, loads of masturbation, also loads of loads lmfao, jake’s dick is 8 inches in this one, public humiliation, dirty talk, teasing, pussy eating / face sitting, mentions of free use, unprotected sex, wayyyy way too much cum, raw grinding, attempts at deep throat, accidental face fucking, finger fucking, suffocation, riding, squirting, implications to the fact that orgasms are not the end of the fic bc they just keep going, some say they’re still fucking to this day.
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“Feels so good! Harder! Fuck m-”
Jake slams his laptop shut in an exasperated sigh. Frustrated, annoyed, fucking horny.
Always horny. To the point that nothing excites him anymore. Not his hard-on being palmed at by his own hand, not the make-shift pocket pussy he’s made out of household objects, not the porn on page one or on page seventy-three.
Honestly, even as hard as he is now, it’s arguable that he could just start punching his cock and he’d still remain in this state until something changes. And you know what sucks more than not being able to get off? Being hard so constantly that it’s just a state of living at this point.
It’s sad. He could be washing caked ketchup off of a plate and his cock would still lend a little jump. A reminder that his hand is no longer enough. A fucking threat that if he doesn’t sink into a pretty hole soon, he might as well just kill himself.
The idea doesn’t seem too bad anymore, as he lays flat on his back with his cock in hand on his messy sheets. He stares up at the ceiling with another long-winded groan, wondering why he has to have such an insatiable libido and probably twice as much stamina. If he could just get off he’d have at least a little bit of time in his day to feel normal before it takes hold of his brain again.
It’s the fact that he’s grown entirely numb to his own hand and feels like he’s going crazy because he hasn’t been able to hook-up with anyone in nearly a year. Porn is boring, he swears he’s seen just about all of the good, bad, and bizarre. Post nut clarity barely exists because there is no clarity by the time he finally gets that hard-to-reach nut. Bad luck, maybe. Awful fucking miserable luck? That’s more fitting.
For the sake of the girls in this city, perhaps it’s good that he can’t manage to land a hook-up. Surely they’d be unable to walk by the time he gets his fill, that is if he manages to get a fill at all. And it’s gotten to the point that Jake has almost entirely given up on finding a girl at all. One that’s willing to put up with his near-constant need to get his dick wet, anyway.
Almost given up.
A thought crosses his mind as he lazily palms himself with a bored sigh, knowing he’ll end up locked up in an asylum somewhere if this doesn’t stop. The voice of Jay in his head doing little to make his cock soften, which is…not something Jake is proud to admit.
“Dude, you gotta put a stop to this shit. This is your third laptop this year!” Jay had said to him. “It’s only June!”
Maybe Jay was right, and maybe Jake should have downloaded the new app that was mentioned shortly after the scolding rather than immediately going to another, even more, shady porn site. “Heard this one was really good.” Jay had advertised. “Even got Jungwon laid.”
Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to try another app despite the immense amount of failure Jake has already faced regarding previous attempts with other platforms. After all, if it got Jungwon laid, surely it could get him laid too.
Maybe this one really is better.
And at the end of the day, Jake does download the app. After all, creating a profile is easy, finding a girl though?
We’ll see.
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Ah. Okay. Nice.
Jake stays glued to his phone all night. He really had no hope that this app would offer him anything more than what the others did. But, oh.
The app allows specific features, most of which are not aimed towards users looking for a relationship. Dick and body sizes are out in the open, there’s sections you can fill out regarding what you’re looking for in a sexual partner, how often you’re willing to see said partner, and if you’re looking for a regular fuck or a one time fuck.
Safe to say, Jake’s profile went a little something like this:
you can call me jake, im 24. just looking for a girl either for regular visits or a one night stand that’s willing to deal with a guy who literally suffers from chronic-boner syndrome.
LOOKING FOR: Female
PREFERENCE: One Time Only, Occasional Meetups, On-call, Regular meetups, Permanent Friends-With-Benefits, Secret Meet, Virtual Meet, Audio Meet, Rebound C…[Click to see more]
PARTNER REQUIREMENTS: N/A
SIZE REFERENCE: 8 ½” hard, 4” soft, 5.6” circumference
SEXUAL INTERESTS: Vanilla, Free Use, BDSM, Begging, Breeding, Dom/Sub, Dominatrix, CBT, Role Play, Public Humiliation, Edging, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, Virtual Sex, Group Sex, Humiliation, Cock Play, Cum Dump, Religion, Raw, Multiple Orgasms, Androgyny, Genital Piercings, Older Women, Body Art, Wax, Anal, Financial Domina...[Click to see more]
NOT INTERESTED IN: Cuckolding, Voyeurism
OTHER: im not very experienced in most of these, i just watch a lot of porn
Embarrassing? Yeah, probably.
Looks like a lot of women are into that though if his inbox is anything to go by, anyway. With him checking the app every few minutes to find ten new messages? Yeah, they’re feeling him.
He can only imagine what the fuck Jungwon had on his profile to actually land a hook-up. Couldn’t have been any worse than his own, after all, Jake is desperate and so was Jungwon at one point.
Apparently girls like desperate guys.
Message after message, degrading comments and praise, all from either women clad in leather or sweet looking church girls who must have the app hidden deep within their phones. There’s barely anyone in between those two categories, actually.
“Hi baby boy, you looking for a sugar mama?”
“ur dick really that big? lol, what do you even mean by ‘chronic boner syndrome’?”
“you’re so desperate to get laid, might as well just doxx yourself at this point…please.”
Arguably, these women are very forward and he has a great time sifting through the ones he’s interested in. Scrolling through all of these messages….does not help his case regarding his insatiable need to fuck something either so, naturally, he’s also 100% jerking off the entire time he’s doing this.
Still, never quite able to reach the orgasm he needs by this point.
Up until there’s a message that catches his attention. No degrading, no insults, no borderline-too-kinky insinuations. Which, given, Jake probably shouldn’t have selected the majority of the kinks just to pull more girls, but he did.
And upon reading the message, he almost doesn’t know if this girl is real.
“High libido, no girls around to help you out, I take it? Rough.”
One look at her profile spikes even more interest. Her sexual interests include a list of things he wishes he didn’t fit. But he does, though he’d never admit it. Inexperienced men, losers, virgins, micro-penis, big penis, praise (receiving), body worship–
Oh.
Fuck yeah.
He responds quickly, already feeling the orgasm within him bubble up as he tries to pretend he doesn’t go on a war path of responding to everyone after you, but still. Your message box with him remains in his mind as he awaits the response to his message of “you looking to help me out?”
Every ping on his phone afterwards makes his cock twitch more, makes it dribble out little beads of pre-cum with each pass of his palm, only for him to sigh out of frustration that it’s just another person that wants to devour him whole. Which, he’ll take what he can get if his first choice never responds but still. He wants to get off to you.
He finds himself on your profile more often than anyone else’s too, looking at the same three photos you’ve posted, noting how you don’t seem super active on the app, but active enough to find him by some beautiful grace of God.
You’re kind of perfect, honestly. Fairly mundane compared to most of the women in his inbox, but cool nonetheless. He can tell you have an eye for fashion but it seems to be more geared towards your real life self rather than the secret fetish/kink app you’ve got downloaded.
And that’s the thing. Most of these women, beautiful or not, are dressed in their best sexual attire just to message a possible fuck, while during their daily lives they probably wear conservative dresses and pant suits. Which….arguably that’s kind of hot. Then again, what isn’t hot to him these days?
You though. You have normal pictures posted just like he does. Your tits aren’t out, your legs aren’t open, you don’t have a pile of sex toys behind or beside you and yet still your pictures turn him on more than those who do. Insane how his cock twitches at just these three photos, fucking insane how he grows a near instant obsessed thinking about how you…uh, deal with the losers you seem to be looking for.
Then again, maybe it’s the mystery of what’s under your clothes, or what’s in your stash of sex toys. Oh, whatever you’re hiding has got be so fucking hot. Naturally, he groans at the amount of sexuality you barely give. Thinking far, far too hard about it all, given the circumstances.
Don’t get him wrong, he can get down with the hoes. In fact, he very much wants to get down with a hoe. But man, the way you stand out because you’re somehow….boring compared to everyone else?
Please.
Fucking pretty please, let him in between those thighs.
And just as he scrolls again through your photos, that long-awaited orgasm hits him like a brick.
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A mere two days later you find yourself in the inbox with the self-proclaimed boner-god. He’s since proven his size with photos involving different objects beside said penis, and even a video or two of his frantic hands jerking off to you.
Ah, he’s kind of perfect if you think about it. At first you thought that it was just roleplay for him or something. Where he plays a guy who can’t get enough, though he clearly probably does. It wasn’t until you were woken up at four in the morning with him spamming your inbox that you suddenly realized this dude is actually as desperate as he seems.
Normally, being spammed awake by your phone pinging consistently would bother you. But goddamn was he needing it. Just three hours before now it was mostly casual conversation with him, albeit about hooking-up, but still. The two of you agreed to determine on the following day if you were compatible enough for a meet up. He said goodnight to you, and you said it back.
Then you woke up to three dick pics, one voice note with a borderline pathetic apology (only because you could still hear him going at it), and then like fourteen messages of him trying to wake you up intentionally.
JAKE_02 sent you a message: You awake?
Dick pic #1.
JAKE_02 sent you a message: You’re so pretty, sorry lol
Dick pic #2
JAKE_02 sent you a message: Wake uppppppppppp!
JAKE_02 sent you a message: Please? :(
Dick pic #3, precum smeared across his fingers as he grips it.
JAKE_02 sent you a message: Do you already have me silenced?
JAKE_02 sent you a message: I’d let you silence me hahaha….
JAKE_02 sent you a voice memo: “Sorry about all this, I really meant it when I said I have a problem. You should probably just block me because I’m going to end up begging to see you otherwise”
Oh, he has an accent.
JAKE_02 sent you a message: your profile says you like inexperience…..well i’ve only slept with like 3 girls, is that inexperienced enough?
JAKE_02 sent you a message: do you like to tease guys like that? like edge them and stuff?
JAKE_02 sent you a message: oh damn, that’d be so hot
JAKE_02 sent you a message: do you like it when guys beg btw?
Etcetera.
And, well, apparently he just has a lot to say. It’s cute how embarrassed he must feel basically getting himself off with a one-sided sext session with you as you were sleeping. At least, you hope he’s embarrassed.
You let his messages simmer for a while, waiting to see if he sends anything else. And when he doesn’t, you respond.
YOURUSERNAME: that was cute.
It’s the way he’s instantly trying to respond that really gets you going. You chuckle first, knowing already that you’d probably help him out based on this situation alone.
YOURUSERNAME: trying to wake me up because you can’t stop touching yourself? :( poor baby.
JAKE_02: oh god please don’t say that
JAKE_02: im gonna end up awake all night trying to get it to go down again
YOURUSERNAME: that’s good to hear. so you can go for a long time then?
Yes, you’re teasing him.
JAKE_02: if you’d let me
YOURUSERNAME: you already got off tonight tho, didn’t you?
JAKE_02: i don’t think you understand just how bad it is. i’m already getting my dick out again
You lend yourself a sly chuckle after a deep yawn, knowing for a fact that you’re about to make him prove to you that he’s either still hard or really did get off only to get hard again by a mere few messages from you.
YOURUSERNAME: show me?
And he does. Similar to the other three photos, only this time he sends a short video with his shorts pushed down his thighs and his cock raging hard and pathetic against his stomach. Again, he’s big, that much is true, but the fact that such a dick is always ready to fuck? To the point he’s desperate? To the point he’s embarrassing about it?
YOURUSERNAME: how bad do you wanna bury that in me?
Oh, shit. Jake could fucking die right now. You seem so willing, which is truly what he needs at this point in his sexual sickness.
JAKE_02: i’ll come over right now.
JAKE_02: let me come over and show you
YOURUSERNAME: let’s wait a bit for that, gotta meet officially before I let you fuck me
And you do intend to make him wait, knowing for a fact that you’re not meeting this guy tonight. There’s too much danger in that. Given how desperate he actually is, you can argue that if you changed your mind upon meeting, he very well may not care. Which, that’s something you need to worry about with any person you meet on such an app, but still.
Public meeting first.
Always.
JAKE_02: right, right, that makes sense.
JAKE_02: so can i see your pussy then
You stifle a laugh as if the man can hear you, he’d probably like that though. But yeah, no. As much as you know he’d enjoy that, it’s best to let him experience it for the first time in real life if all of this goes well. So, you settle with tits.
Meaning, he has to settle with them too.
And the photo is all but enough for Jake. The ping of his phone was far too exciting with the flash of the image sinking into his eyes. Sure, he wanted to see your hole open for him, he wanted to see your pretty hands spreading your lips for the picture, he wanted to see what he might get to fuck into someday– but…
This is good enough for him, honestly. Seeing your tits alone is hot enough, but it’s the fact that you only barely let him see. The plush skin of your lower breasts are peeking from under the shirt you're wearing, one nipple barely out, the other completely hidden.
He moans out at it, holding his cock tight and painfully as he glares into the screen of his phone. God, he can almost taste it.
JAKE_02: thats so hot…but….
JAKE_02: pussy….
JAKE_02: please show me your pussy
Another chuckle at how desperate he really is. You lower your phone just a bit, not at all intending to show him all of it but you do lend a panty shot with your legs spread. He’ll live with it, he doesn’t have a choice.
And he does live with it because he cums almost instantly upon seeing just your thighs open. He wouldn’t have been able to hit climax so quickly had you already had this photo posted for all to see. It’s the fact that you sent it to him in the dms. It’s the fact that you presumably just took it for him. It’s the fact that he can almost see the outline of your folds, and the lines of your pussy that deserves to fucked open.
When he doesn’t respond immediately, you know it was enough for him. Already you’re preparing to roll back over and get some more sleep, but your phone dings again.
JAKE_02: tht was hot lol….um
JAKE_02: can u come to the mall tomorrow? i work at [redacted store name], u can come see that im actually very normal if u want
You stop for a second through another yawn, thinking long and hard about it. You shrug to yourself because tomorrow is a saturday and there’s plenty of public spaces to meet him in. And despite how fun it could be to tease him for weeks on end before officially meeting him, you, yourself, have been in a dry-spell lately.
And he fits your interests perfectly. In other words, yeah, you could fuck.
YOURUSERNAME: you sure you’re not gonna take me in the back and fuck me on the spot?
JAKE_02: ….would u want me to?
YOURUSERNAME: no, i wanna bring you home if i think you could make me feel good
JAKE_02: hahah damn
JAKE_02: so you’ll come see me?
YOURUSERNAME: yeah, i’ll come see you
JAKE_02: ok cool :)
And then it’s silent for a long while. In fact, you’re nearly asleep again when your phone pings one last time. All you need to see is the notification to know that meeting Jake is gonna be fun.
JAKE_02 sent you a message: for the record…i definitely will fuck you good
Sounds promising.
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You knew he was cute but holy shit, he’s like, cute cute.
Fucking handsome and charmingly cute.
Perhaps even, hot.
You stand from around a shelf to check him out. That same accent you’ve heard previously rings loud and clear in your head, and his hair is definitely a stylistic mess, the type of hair you can imagine grabbing and tugging to guide a tongue between your legs. His eyes are pretty and piercing yet equally as filled with some sort of wonder. His hands, his body.
Oh wow.
On any other day, you’d think he’s just some poser emo-guy working a shitty retail job so he can buy his first guitar and play it totally out of tune. But on this day, you’re aware that this is a man with a need that you very much wouldn’t mind satisfying.
Seeing him go about his work tasks behind the counter is another thing. Checking customers out both through the register and with his eyes when they walk away. You know he isn’t aware that you’ve actually shown up, and it feels nice to watch him in his element before he attempts to play himself up as a totally normal, cool dude. Especially now that you can see him secretly be a pervert on the clock.
Customer after customer, he smiles at them when he hands them their items, he offers small talk and little chuckles that ring in your ears, and every single time one of the pretty ones walks away, his head turns to watch them leave for a few seconds too long.
Anyone can tell he needs it if they watch him for long enough.
You’re not sure why this guy is getting to you the way he is, but there’s just something about the way that he carries himself in public that turns you on. You already know for a fact that he’s a horny motherfucker. You know that behind those charming smiles and laughs, he’s got a neglected cock needing to be used.
No one else in this store is aware of it. You’re the only person here who knows he was spamming a stranger last night with dick pics and begging to see her pussy.
It’s hot.
And when you approach, Jake nearly doesn’t even know it’s you at first.
“Hi, did you find everything you–” Jake stops mid sentence. “Oh, fuck. You’re here.” He adds, trying to primp his hair into a spot that may look a little better than it did already.
You watch as he studies you for the first time, nervously darting his tongue out and against his bottom lip just for a split second before shifting his eyes behind you, and then turning to look around to see if anyone is within ear shot.
No one is paying attention to either of you, and no one is going to hear what you’re about to say to him. Good.
“Do you wanna see my pussy?”
It’s a joke, mostly. Kinda.
You chuckle at his stunned reaction. His hands move to the counter as he clutches it and continuously looks around to make sure no one just heard those lewd ass words from a girl so goddamn hot. Like, oh god, it’s you. You really showed up to see him and already he’s not acting normal.
No, no. You’re the one acting out of pocket, not him.
“I’m–” He tries to start, but his voice cracks in a very, very, embarrassing way. You hear him clear his throat before continuing. “I’m supposed to be showing you that I’m normal.”
You tilt your head at him playfully, leaning against the counter and pushing your tits together with your arms. You wore this shirt here for a reason, and boy are you glad you did. You watch his eyes go straight to your chest and stay there.
“Public Humiliation.” You echo one of his sexual interests to him from his app profile. “Dirty talk.”
Jake swallows around his words in stunned silence, feeling his cock wake up immediately. Fuck, this is the only place he finds peace of mind from…that. Yet here you are, with that soft and pretty voice reminding him of everything he wants but hasn’t been able to have. Standing there like you know he can’t bend you over right now and make you stop talking.
“Eight and a half inches hard.” You continue, leaning in even closer and moving your hand to the collar of your shirt. Tugging down just a little bit. “Five point six inch circumference.”
Jake squeezes his eyes shut as he leans back with a sigh, pressing his hips against the counter for some sort of relief. To think the “boring” girl on the app wouldn’t be like this? God, he knew there had to be a catch considering you were on that app to find him in the first place.
“Please–” He groans as his ears redden, lazily opening his eyes to look at your tits again. “Please don’t do this to me.”
“I can imagine you’d fit it in me just right, wouldn’t you Jake?” You continue briefly, noting the bulge he blatantly presses against the counter. “Can you say ‘please’ again? It’s kinda hot.”
“Please–” Jake blatantly groans now, his voice sounding hoarse and low. As much as he wants you to keep going, he’s at fucking work. He can’t be doing this.
“Okay!” You gleefully agree as you switch up like you didn’t just fuck him up, lending him a bright and innocent smile as you lean back and away from him. “So you don’t want to see my pussy then?”
His relieved face falls right back into that of pained frustration as he narrows his eyes at you.
“Right now?” He asks curiously, nodding his head without realizing it. Sure, he’s at work but like….your pussy is also at his work place right now.
“Yeah! Can you show me to the fitting room, actually?” You ask, louder this time in case anyone has moved around within ear-shot by now. Can’t make him lose his job, or whatever.
Jake swallows thickly with a nod, his eyes still narrowed at you but his mind racing a mile a minute at the fact that you’re really here right now, and this is what you’re doing to him? Enjoying his pain? Enjoying his suffering? Making it worse?
Five minutes ago he was perfectly fine. You’re using his need against him and god, he loves it. Yeah, maybe he will take you to the back and try to fuck you at this point. Even if you said that you wouldn’t let him…what the fuck is this then?
Really, he expected you to show up with an awkward hello and irritating small talk. He wanted to show you that he’s not always thinking about sex. Except he is, and it seems you want him to. You want him to think about fucking you.
You really just walked into this establishment and asked him if he wants to see your pussy.
Of course he wants to see it. You already fucking know that. He wants to fuck it too, like, right now.
And as he walks you to the fitting room, he has to try his damndest to adjust his growing cock. He nods to each customer as he walks by them, hands repeatedly going back to his lap to hide what he’s packing.
“Here it is.” Jake says in an unfocused voice, nearly staring a hole through you. “Now show me.”
You dip your head in a smile, heading for the room and opening the curtain. Cheap ass store, really, most places have actual doors, but whatever.
It’s easy to step inside and leave the curtain skewed a bit, knowing that Jake is hovering around the room, knowing that it’s probably protocol that an employee assist this space when it’s in use to prevent stealing and to prevent others from walking in on naked customers.
You like the way you see him take peeks, trying to be discreet. You like the way he keeps his hands in front of his lap, hiding that you’ve definitely made him a mess of him already. You love the way he whispers a curse to himself when you sit against the bench in this small room and spread your legs wide open.
You bet he loves the skirt you’re wearing for him today too. Though this wasn’t exactly planned or anything, you didn’t expect to be this turned on upon seeing him act as desperate as he sounds. You wore this shirt so he can look, and the skirt too…but looking this much wasn’t in your mind originally.
He’s hot though. The way he needs it is hot.
“Hurry up.” He groans, trying to make it seem like he’s frustrated but you know it’s just because he’s anxiously horny.
And, well, you’re not actually gonna show him your pussy, but at this point you feel bad because he seems really stiff right now, almost robotic in the way he likely feels uncomfortably aroused in his least favorite place.
“Jake,” You whisper-chuckle. “If you wanna see it, you’re gonna have to come in here and take my panties off of me.”
You hear him sigh, and see his eyes flick back to you through the small open space in the curtain.
“You’re insane. I can’t come in there, I’ll lose my job.” He argues with a hushed tone, eyes fixated on the very panties he wishes he could remove.
Even against his protests though, he reaches an arm in as he looks away. As if on extreme watch of other customers and employees roaming around. Probably pretending to grab a garment that doesn’t work for you, probably just doing normal, good-employee things.
And, well, it’s pathetic really, the way he hopes for more. The way you offer more knowing he can’t get exactly what he wants. You actually feel a bit bad for doing this, especially because it wasn’t entirely in the plan.
You really were just coming to meet him. It’s not your fault that watching him work turned you on solely because you know what he needs. So, you stand and walk towards the curtain, grabbing his arm and holding it in place.
“Well–” You start, pressing yourself against the backside of his fingers, feeling him move his hand slightly against your clit. “Touch it then.”
He goes entirely silent but you feel the way he fumbles his hand, immediately grabbing your panties and moving them to the side just to really feel. And you let him, finding it somehow cuter in the way he doesn’t even ask. He does it like he needs to, like it’s instinctual to touch it. He feels for a second or two, probably closer to about five seconds before you step back. Really, it’s enough for him to know you’re wet, enough for him to suffer, enough for him to want more.
Jake’s brain is on fire at it. Touching it before getting to see it? Goddamn, you’re so fucking mean.
And it’s silent for a few more moments after that as Jake keeps his hand in place, seemingly searching for a pussy just out of reach when you slide the fabric down your legs and place them directly into his hand.
“When do you get off work?” You ask slyly now, ripping the curtain open and moving his hand for him, forcing him to shove your panties in his pocket.
“Uh–” He stutters, swallowing again around his words before clearing his throat of the moan he really needs to let out right now. “Seven– I get off at seven.”
You nod with a smile, leaning in real close before patting his pocket.
“I’ll text you my address.”
And you leave without sparing him another glance, knowing that by the time his shift is over, he’ll probably pounce the second you open your door for him.
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Jake suffers through the rest of his shift aggressively trying not to suck on his fingers. Fuck, he wants to taste you so bad, but to go as low as sucking the remnants for several hours just to hold him over? Truly, he’s at his wits end.
Mostly because he absolutely does suck his fingers any chance he gets. Tapping his lips with them as he sees a customer off, licking against them discreetly, trying to make it look normal for him to have his fingers in his mouth so consistently.
It’s not doing anything to hold him over though.
He keeps glancing at the clock, and then at the message that reads your address. Just one more hour and he can leave. Just one more hour and he can bury his cock so deep into you that you’d never think twice about letting him do it again, and again, and again.
Oh god, really, he feels like he’s going insane as he checks out customer after customer. Every word they say somehow reminds him that he’s about to finally get laid again.
“Can you wrap this up for me?” One customer said to him, nodding to a set of candles.
Jake wishes you’d wrap him up in that pussy.
“Do you have this in a bigger size?” Another customer had said to him as they held up a plush sweater.
Jake doesn’t think you’d ever need a dick bigger than his. He’ll fill you up just right.
“69.99?!” One customer argues. “The sign said it was 30% off!”
Jake would sixty nine you all night long if you asked. He bets you taste sweet, you probably get really wet too.
And by the end of the night, rain pounding on the roof, his last customer unfortunately has to hear a low groan leave his throat at their comments. He’s very quick to cover it with a cough.
“Sorry for coming in right before you close, the rain is bad tonight and I forgot my umbrella, thank god you guys sell them! I didn’t mean to drip all over the floor like this, I hope you don’t have to stay late cleaning up my mess!”
“I didn’t mean to drip all over your floor like this” Replays in his head, over and over again. God, he’d make you drip. He hopes you drip all over the floor for him. He’d get on his knees and lick it right up, god.
He needs to leave. Right now.
“S’all good,” Jake shakes his head after the initial moan and cough cover, trying to remain casual. “It’s my job to clean it up, after all.” He smiles, his brain stuck on the feeling of how wet you were when he touched you. Shiiiit. “Have a good night, stay dry!”
And finally, Jake can close out his register and lock the doors. That, he does. Performing his end-of-night tasks at lightning speed with a cock throbbing so bad that he worries he might have to get off in his car before making it to your apartment. He genuinely needs to get off, especially knowing these pretty panties are in his pocket ready to be soaked in his cum.
He doesn’t though, no. He holds off, thrusting his hips up and against the inseam of his pants with every passing second as he drives. He’s practically writhing by the time he gets to your place. Honestly, he moans with each movement because he’s sensitive. It’s so, so fucking sensitive. Everything feels good, he could genuinely cum the second you open your door if he’s not careful.
Careful isn’t something Jake can be at this moment though, not when he lands a single knock at your door and you’re immediately opening it, looking at him with that same fucking evil smile you gave to him while he was at work.
He looks at you and instantly lets out a frustrated moan before stepping in without another word. You feel his hands grab you much harsher than you originally thought he would, but you let him as you laugh out in a nervous chuckle.
“Hello to you too.” You pat him on the back as his arms wrap around your middle. You hear him kick back against your door, slamming it shut before his lips hit your neck.
He isn’t talking but goddamn you can hear what he needs to say through the way he presses his lips against you. He’s rough with it, kissing all across your exposed skin before slipping his hand right between your legs from the back as if he doesn’t have to chase anymore.
You were going to jerk your hips back to make him chase, but his grip is too tight and he’s nearly lifting you off the floor entirely to get a feel. You were going to force him to look at you and the outfit you changed into for him, but again, he’s not having it, it seems. He moans when he moves his lips up and against yours, hot breath desperate and needy as he finally speaks.
“Did it turn you on to torture me like that?” He nearly growls against your lips. “Got me so fucking hard.”
You’re genuinely surprised with how he’s acting and talking. Then again, he’s desperate, that much is obvious if that monster bulge rubbing against your leg is anything to go by. Perhaps he may be desperate, but you guess that doesn’t always mean someone will end up submissive as a side effect.
“It did.” You smile against his lips, pushing yourself forward to try and plant your feet back on the ground, chasing the ability to gain control over him. “Did you like that?”
Jake nods before shaking his head, allowing you to push forward, loving the way your hands reach for him and run through his hair before tugging. He did like what you did, but it doesn’t change the fact that it was fucking torture to stand there at work like he wasn’t losing his mind.
“I’d like it more if we skip all the bullshit,” He starts, hand still attempting to reach the spot between your legs and lips landing at the corner of your mouth. “Could go all night.”
You nod to him, gripping his shirt and pulling him back to your living room couch and spinning him around, only to shove him back.
“Is that a promise?” You ask, looking at the lazy way he spreads his own legs and rests his head against your couch cushions, eyes staring straight at you and cock twitching in his pants. “You gonna fuck me all night?”
“Yeah–” He breathes as if he’s in disbelief, hand reaching between his legs just to grab himself and squeeze as his eyes trail your body. “You have no idea how bad I need this.”
“Show me then,” You nod your head to his length that’s hidden under his pants. “Let me watch you first.”
Jake groans, rolling his eyes back both out of frustration and arousal, but he does as you say. His palm feels better with you watching, at least. He doesn’t feel so numb to the pleasure with you promising your body to him, at least. He doesn’t mind proving his size to you by shoving his pants down to his thighs and presenting said neglected cock to you either.
It’s heavy, dark in color due to the blood that’s likely rushing throughout every inch of it. He feels sensitive to even the air in your living room as he twitches and aches to hear you talk again, to see you in front of him watching how he pleasures himself, wishing his hand is yours.
“You wanna watch?” He says in a low-rumbled voice, tracing his fingers along the head of his cock and seething out a breath through his now, bitten bottom lip. “Wanna know how tight I want you to feel?” He asks now, bold and in the heat of the moment. You watch him when he squeezes the base of his cock tightly, you can almost feel yourself choke at that alone.
“How wet you need to be to take it?” He continues, dragging his hand back and licking his palm before spitting into it.
The wetness against his hand is horrifyingly pornographic. So wet when he reaches back down to his length, allowing you to hear it squelch and slip with ease. His breath is hitched while he does it too, which nearly has you seeing him in tunnel vision.
“Yeah…” You tune into him entirely, swallowing around the lump in your throat and feeling yourself drip already. “I can’t imagine how good–” You cut yourself short to moan at the way his other hand holds his pants down while he jerks his hand up faster and faster. “Oh god, you’re–”
“Wanna see how fast I can cum just looking at you?” He continues, hand only moving faster and faster as his grip tightens more, shamelessly grunting proudly over how he could probably cum now if he wanted to. “I told you, I can go all night.”
You pause, because goddamn. You thought he would be embarrassing, pathetic, needy. You thought he would beg, plead, and cry. But…you feel like you’re the one who needs to do that. God, you’ve never seen a man so desperate to fuck yet be so powerful about it. As if he’s in your face whispering, “You’re gonna let me fuck you, right? You’re gonna love it too, right? You’re gonna let me use you to take care of this little problem of mine, right? It’s what you want, right?”
If he were to say those things to you right now, you’d nod without a doubt. But…he doesn’t. He simply looks at you now, heaving out broken moans that sound too sexy to be considered pathetic. His hips chase each movement of his hand and goddamn does he fuck his fist hard.
Your mind is spinning watching him, knowing that he’s probably going to fuck you twice as hard as he fucks himself. And it’s not surprising to you at least that you can feel your own clit swell and throb for touch too. You easily move your hand between your legs, standing right there in front of him, toying with yourself as if you don’t have the power to ask him to do it for you.
“Ah, fuck–” Jake groans, thrusting his hips up into his hand one last time before strings of his cum make a mess on his shirt. And it seems to go on forever too, spurt after spurt of it pumping out of him alongside his pretty moans and open-mouthed expression. You can feel your body react to him more than it ever has for anyone else, especially in the way….
“God–” You moan yourself now, watching him spread his legs and slouch more against your couch with a relieved sigh from his messy orgasm. But…his cock doesn’t soften. No, it stays stiff and heavy against his stomach, twitching and dribbling more and more of his cum out in little beads.
The proof of his issue is right here, he really can and probably will go all night. And you say nothing else to him after that. In fact, he wouldn’t be able to answer you if you did say something simply because you find yourself stepping up onto your own couch, resting your knees against the back of it, and gripping his hair.
Jake lets out a half-moan-half-hum, as expected, when he feels your hand drag his face under your skirt. You didn’t have to do that, but goddamn does he fucking love it. He loves how he can feel your knees buckle and force you to balance on the couch, loves how your cunt is just as needy as he feels, fucking adores the way you drip all over his tongue when he pushes your panties to the side and starts licking you up.
It’s the fact that he didn’t even have to ask you to put it in his face. The slight taste against his fingers all night at work is nothing compared to the way you drown him now. He needs to do this for you. Hell, he needs to do this for himself.
“Jesus,” You breathe, rolling your hips on his mouth. He’s truly eating you like his life depends on it. You can hear his muffled hums at the taste, you can feel his shoulder shake as he starts jerking off again, you can feel the way his tongue goes deeper and deeper, licking each clench of your walls, only to pull back and suck the wet from your panties in a deep breath.
He coos at it too, as if he’s in love with the moment, as if he truly can’t believe he’s finally got a pussy to lick. And he swallows each mouth full of your slick before muttering curses and promises against your swollen little bud.
“Please,” He moans, nipping and licking against you. “Been so long since I’ve eaten pussy, rub it on me- fuck-” he continues to babble, heat-of-the-moment-talk coming out as far more arousing than cringe if you listen hard through your ringing ears. “Come on,” He continues, now neglecting his own cock and gripping your ass with both hands, shoving you back and forth on his face in painfully slow and harsh grinds. “Come on, harder.”
As if you can function at all right now with how rough he is about trying to pleasure you? Fucking hell, the words ignite something in you as you pull back and away from him. For a split second, you see his blown out pupils and fucked up hair as he licks his lips and presents that shining lower-half of his face to you.
You don’t look for long though, no. Because you’re too busy pushing him to the side and forcing him to lay back on the couch instead. You resume your position afterwards, straddling the couch on either side of his head with your knees and planting your pulsing cunt right on his eager tongue.
“You’re too hot,” You moan, feeling his hands go straight back to your ass to force more of those harsh grinds against him. “If you could see yourself right now–” Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you feel his moaned out chuckle hit you right in the clit. It’s like he knows he makes you feel good, but does he really?
Does he truly understand how fucking good at this he is?
“God, if you could feel how good your tongue is–” You continue, now losing yourself in the heat of the moment, feeling his fingers nearly bruise your ass with the death-grip he has on you.
He nods his head in what little space he has as he spirals into heaven behind his eyes. The smell of you suffocates him, the taste of you drowns him, the weight of you is nothing short of sexy as hell. This is all he could ever want. A pretty girl using and abusing his face, much like he wants to do to you. But oh, there’s so, so much he wants to do after so long of having no one but himself.
Eat you out, finger fuck you, slide his cock down that pretty little moaning throat of yours, grip that hair and kiss those tits. God, he wants to do everything right now but he can’t bear to push this perfect clit off of his lips. He cannot fathom losing the taste of you and the way you clench around the tip of his tongue.
Oh fuck.
“Ahh- '' Jake moans open-mouthed against your clit as his brain hits a wall, his cock standing stiff from behind you as he spills out against himself again. Untouched completely, he cums without any effort where as previously it took him hours just to get off because he’d grown so fucking bored of everything.
You’ve ignited him. His drive is higher than it’s ever been after being neglected for so long. God, he wants to fuck you so full that you can’t bear to leave him.
“Fuck–” He continues, trying to lend licks between his jerking body to keep your arousal peaked. “See how bad I need it?”
He finally manages to pull back, feeling you lift from his face just for a moment after noting the way his entire body is shaking. He’s not having it though, as he cranes his neck in chase of your dripping hole once more.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He adds now, enveloping his lips around your clit again and using both hands to force you right back down on his face.
There, you feel the way he almost passionately makes out with your pussy. As if he’s thanking you for a second orgasm within the past ten minutes. As if he truly can’t stop wanting to fuck something, someone, anything at all.
Goddamn, what a fucking deal. All hail the hook-up app that brought this insatiable sex beast to your apartment.
“Jake–” You start, grinding down for him and feeling his hands now move to rub up and down your back. “Keep your tongue in me.” You choke out, gripping his hair to hold his face in place as you sit his tongue inside of you, short and jerky thrusts forward to bump your clit against his nose.
He’s gotten off twice now, it’s your turn.
And you watch as he drops his arms from you and grips your outer legs through it, letting you use his face until he can’t breathe. Both of you are seeing stars through it, your orgasm bubbling up so quickly that you can barely warn him when your hips halt in a stiffened clench and he’s finishing the job for you.
Your legs squeeze around his head, your fingers pull his hair, and still he manages to find the space to tilt his chin up just to tongue-fuck you deeper, just to rub his nose harshly against your clit, up until he feels your quivering pussy spill all over his chin, down his throat, stealing any breath or moan he could possibly give right now.
You’re out of breath by the time you finally slide off of his face, your hands immediately shooting to both of his cheeks as your sensitive clit drags down his stomach for the easy position change. You wince when you lick against his lips at the sensitivity, being sure to seat yourself right against his cock.
“Hah–” Jake lends a breathy laugh against the way you lick his lips, his hands going right back to your ass and landing a sharp slap to it. “Couldn’t even get our clothes off first.”
You take a second to pull back and look at him, noting the redness against his cheeks and nose, likely from your panties consistently getting in his way and then you chuckle back at him. You’re thankful for the short break the two of you seem to be taking at the moment. Still, you lift up from him just to remove your shirt, exposing your tits in an instant solely because you didn’t wear a bra for this exact purpose.
He’s still hard, despite two orgasms. You feel him rubbing it against you every few seconds, right up against your saliva and cum-soaked panties which, mind you, are insanely uncomfortable right now. It feels as if they’re slicing through your thigh with the force of how Jake managed to keep them shoved out of his way.
“Just lay back,” You smile at him, allowing him a longer rest for now as you take it upon yourself to remove the barriers. “Let me take care of you now.”
Jake has hearts in his eyes as he watches you. Normally, a girl would already be falling asleep after all that, leaving him with not enough orgasms and no actual fucking. It’s not his fault he could do foreplay for upwards of three to four hours before going for the finale. Which, arguably, can and will last several hours longer.
Still, you appear to not be finished either, with your breathless smile and gentle hands. He bites his bottom lip through a smirk as he watches you, tits on full display to keep him satiated for now as you move around on the couch to get his pants off of him. He helps a bit with a little kick, his cock still so sensitive and pathetically weeping for more. He feels lucky to have found you, almost baffled that he may have met his match.
You lend several glances at his cock, not quite realizing the way he’s blinking at you right now. To be fair, it’s only natural to have your attention on that thing right now. You swallow around your nervousness regarding the size but equally want him to fuck you senseless with it. You already feel entirely fucked out, but…that. Oh, that could change your life, probably. You can imagine he won’t be as gentle as you expected before all of this too. Would probably shove it in all in one go and lose his mind at the feeling.
He’s probably going to split you open and make it feel good for you too. Somehow.
Anyway, enough of that. You’ve still got to get his shirt off, your uncomfortable skirt and panties too.
You make quick work of it, as you stand to your feet and expose yourself entirely to him. Jake just watches, humming and moaning at each new expanse of skin you show to him. He keeps his hands to himself though, likely so used to feeling of them that they’d bring no pleasure at this moment if he were to jerk off to you doing this. And you just…look right back at him.
“Come on,” You smile at him again, lending your hand out for him to grab. “Bedroom will be more comfortable.”
Right. Bedrooms exist.
Jake follows, cock heavy and sensitive against his thigh with each step as he tries to get up close behind you. His eyes stay on your ass as you walk in front of him, and it’s not hard for him to keep his hands on it. In fact, he’s touching you as often as he can, trying to remind himself that he’s with someone right now who actually wants him.
You seem to be willing to let him do what he needs tonight, and hopefully it won’t be the only time.
You feel him on you, clinging so closely, hands constantly groping, lips always trying to reach the back of your neck and shoulders, to the point it’s actually difficult to get to your bedroom because you want nothing more than to turn around and shove him against the wall, all to try and take him into your mouth just to see if you can.
He doesn’t really let you think about that for too long though, because the second you get to your bedroom, he’s grabbing you from behind and lifting you in his strong arms. You writhe in his grasp with playful giggles, feeling the strong hold he has on you, keeping you in place against him as he stumbles forward with a deep inhale into your neck.
He’s quick to make his way to your bed, dropping you onto it, flipping you over onto your back, and immediately slotting himself between your legs. He hovers over you for a minute, looking directly into your eyes as his hair falls forward.
Somehow, you’re more focused on his face than you are of his cock that he’s sliding up and down your core right now. You reach up to his hair, brushing it out of his face and feeling the sticky sweat at his scalp.
“Could eat you out again.” Jake mentions, hips thrusting against you but eyes calm and level with yours. “Could lock me up in here and just use me all day if you want.” He continues, partially being serious about it, but treating it as if it’s some kinky joke instead.
Because let’s be honest. If there’s any job Jake could do better than anyone else, it’s be a woman’s fuck toy. Always ready to go, always stiff and horny, always willing to please.
“Could slide in right now and let you feel how hard I am.” His voice gets breathier as he talks, and you can tell he’s just imagining everything he wants to do. He probably worries he’ll have to go home at some point tonight only to resume his search for potential fucks to keep his need satiated.
He probably thinks he’s going to exhaust you.
“Could let you do all of that and more.” You respond, lifting your hips just slightly to press his cock between your bodies, throwing your legs around his waist simultaneously with the way you wrap your arms around his neck. “You want me to lock you up in here?”
Jake nods with a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as if he can imagine it.
“Do you work tomorrow?”
He shakes his head with another sigh, focusing on the way you keep humping up against his length, sliding yourself in whatever way you can against him.
“Maybe I’ll just have to do that then.”
Oh, damn.
The heart eyes are back. The very thought of being in this room all night and all day tomorrow drives his cock to pulse and twitch. Foreplay can come whenever, fucking can come whenever, he can cum whenever. There’s no need for a to-do list. No need for a specific structure of rules on how this needs to happen. Foreplay, sex, sleep. Not with Jake.
Sex. foreplay. sex. foreplay. for hours. He’ll keep you up all night if he can, fucking and sucking every part of you, into the morning hours straight into tomorrow night.
Free use with you from now until you’re tired of him. You can do anything you want to him but for now…
“Yeah?” Jake breathes out in excitement, arching his back slightly to let his cock land against your hole, and then he pushes forward slowly. The bulbous head spreads your lips and stretches out your slick pussy with ease as he continues to speak. “Feel that?”
Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, fingernails already digging into his shoulders at the anticipation as your legs loosen around him. He continues to push forward, inch by inch, painfully slow as if he wants you to feel the burn and stretch even while being as wet as you are.
“Ah–” He confirms for himself as he watches your face, wincing, mouth falling open. “Yeah, you feel it.”
God, yeah. You do. You feel the weight of his size inside of you, stretching you open so good he probably wouldn’t even have to move for it to hurt. But he does move, he does continue to slide in, savoring every second of your walls quivering and suffocating his cock.
“Goddamn,” He groans, lifting up on both arms and bracing himself as he looks down, only to find he’s only slid half of his dick into you, and already you’re about as breathless as he is. “Didn’t realize how tight you’d actually be–”
He chokes when he says it, sliding out little by little before fucking back in, pushing just a bit more into you.
“S’okay.” You try to reassure him, but it’s more for you than it is for him. You really didn’t think a cock could feel so big that it actually hurts, yet, here you are. “I’m adjusting.”
Jake moans at your broken voice, no longer holding himself back to look at your pussy grip him when he pulls out slightly. He looks at your face instead, witnessing how you take all of it in one solid movement from him. All of it, until he can feel his pelvis rest against your clit and your entire body stiffens in a tight hug around his body.
“Mhm,” He leans back down now, humming against your cheek as he tries to control the urge to fuck. “Taking all of it, aren’t you?”
With those words, he slides out slightly before pushing back in again, trying to force your pussy to relax so that he can stop holding his breath. One hand finds its way to your leg to hold onto, the other holding himself up beside your head, and he just…watches.
Little by little, he thrusts. Plunging into you in short-tight snaps of his hips just to watch your tits jiggle with the movements, up until he really, really can’t hold back anymore.
You feel his cock leave you almost entirely, only to slam right back in and cause your vision to go white with a pang of pleasure. Your loud yelp pairs well with his relieved sigh of a grunt, and it appears that this is what breaks him entirely.
That single, full thrust, lets him fall forward and nuzzle his nose against your neck and his body just goes. Instinctually chasing the deepest parts inside of you, hitting your cervix with each thrust only to drag back and make your toes go numb at the way your g-spot feels entirely too sensitive with this alone.
And god, Jake loves the way you cling through it. The way you moan each time he bottoms out, the way your nails cut into his back and the way your legs continuously fail to stay wrapped around him. He…
Oh no.
“I can go all night–” He breathes out through his relentless thrusts, almost as if he’s pleading with you. “I swear, I’m not done–” He continues to cut off his own words with choked moans as he pulls back and leans up, frantically forgetting to apologize over the fact that he’s already about to cum again.
And you feel him try to slide out, that face he made twice before already alerting you that he really must have so much to pump out of himself at this point. You don’t mind if he’s about to hit a third orgasm, in fact, you’re glad.
Your legs hold him in place as he fights to pull out, his eyes snapping to you in realization after the second time he tries.
“No fucking way, you– you want it?” His eyebrows fall into that of a relieved release as he, too, falls right back down against your chest and lets his hips fuck freely.
He’s not controlling it at this point. You feel him stretch you open more through his orgasm, rolling his hips but not pulling out even in the slightest now. Moving back and forth, as if trying to stuff you impossibly full while he releases those thick ropes of cum. It…feels so good even with the way the base of his cock continues to swirl and loosen you up in a painful stretch that almost feels like he’s ripping you open. Still, the pain is gone as he shakes on top of you, in fact, you feel your clit throb at the feeling of how big he is, of how hard he manages to stay.
He didn’t even fuck you that roughly before this, but it feels like you’re already ruined. Ruined enough to want more. Enough to need more.
“Bet that feels good,” You chuckle against his hair, feeling each pulse of him and loving the way he pants against your ear. “Not having to pull out, knowing you can fuck me for as long as you want.”
That only pushes his orgasm to hit harder. He thought he was nearing the end of it, but instead, his body goes into overdrive as more pulses of cum shoot out of him at your words. There’s so…so much of it he can give you. And if this is what you want, he’s the perfect man to do it for you.
“Don’t say that, oh god–” Jake mumbles through the end of his orgasm, keeping himself tucked nice and deep into you as he releases his body weight and makes you feel slightly suffocated under him. “Please.”
Well, he minds his manners well enough, you shrug under him, clenching around his length unintentionally and reminding him that you genuinely can go all night, just like him.
Reminding him that maybe you really will just lock him up in this room all tonight, all tomorrow. He seems into the idea anyway, right? Both of you just free-use sex dolls for the time being…Hell yeah.
And as Jake catches his breath, he finally lifts up, pulling you with him, and sits you directly on his lap now.
“Keep going then, don’t let it get soft.” He nearly whimpers, solely due to the sensitivity his cock is now offering and the fact that after that third orgasm, he truly is gaining the ability to go flaccid between orgasms.
And you follow his direction, though not entirely how he wanted you to. Instead of rolling your hips, you slip him right out of you and sink your face down between his legs, loving the way his cum spills out of you all the while. You don’t even say anything, not that you’d need to. He watches you, a smirk forming on his lips as he raises an arm and throws it over his eyes.
“Shit, You’re so my type.” He groans out of the sexual frustration that still bubbles within him. You look so good down there with his cock just inches from your mouth. God, no woman has been able to go down on him for too long despite really fucking wishing they would.
His hips always lose control, they don’t like face fucking, he’s too big to fit, they’re gagging too much, their jaw is hurting. What the fuck ever. Look at you, blinking up at him like you want nothing more in the world than to take it all down your throat. Ah, fuck, if you did that…
His hips buck up on instinct, forcing you to hold him down with your arms as you lick your lips.
“You really live up to your promise, you know that?” You smile with warmed cheeks as you speak, blowing air gently against the head of his cock. It’s softened up a little, but it’s no longer going flaccid. You’re sure that the second you work it into your mouth, he’s going to be blocking your airways.
Good.
“You say that like I’m not overwhelming you with all of this,” He chuckles as he moves his arm from his face and down to yours. “Most girls would have already sent me home.”
You circle your lips around the bulbous head, tasting the remnants of both you and him as you gently suckle before popping off and licking your lips.
“Well, Jake–” You look back down and lend his cock a little kiss. “I’m not most girls. Besides, most guys get their nut and leave me hanging. You’ve gotten, what? Three orgasms by now? And you’re still in my bed? Wanting me to lock you up tomorrow too? What a fucking win.”
Jake rolls his eyes because you don’t even know the fucking half of it. If he were a normal guy, he probably would have done the same thing. Maybe not to you, but to others? Yeah. The thing is, he’s not like most guys. And you’re right in saying you’re not like most girls either, considering…your sex drive appears to be just as insatiable as his.
“Fuck, let me eat you out again–” Jake groans now, needing to pleasure you again, aroused by the fact that he’s basically met a female version of himself. Even if he’s just exaggerating and making himself believe such a woman could exist close enough to him. “Let me– Ahh…”
You cut off his words, dragging a loud and sensual moan from him as you sink down. Mostly to shut him up, mostly so you can return the favor for him from earlier before letting him have another lick of you. After all, you truly do appreciate him for all of this.
“Mmf–” You mumble unintentionally, feeling each inch of his length that you swallow up pressing your tongue further and further down in your mouth. Up until you’re entirely open mouthed on him, gagging yourself when he hits your throat only to angle yourself up on your knees to point it straight down your throat instead.
It hurts, but you close your eyes in concentration, breathing through each gag, ignoring the dribble of saliva that runs from the corners of your mouth and– you swallow.
Mostly because you can’t suck. Again and again, you swallow around him just to stimulate his length, the girth stretching your lips out to the point you feel your jaw could break, but it doesn’t and it won’t.
Within an instant of taking his whole length down your throat, you feel his hands in your hair. Your ears are ringing, otherwise you would also be listening to him choke on his words at how you’re doing this to him. All of it. You’re taking him in full, not leaving an inch out, seemingly proving that your mouth can be fucked just as good as your cunt.
He’s in heaven, head spinning as you stimulate him through each gag and sputtered out chokes of a moan. He can’t help it when he grabs your hair, he really doesn’t mean it when he pushes your head down while pressing his hips up. Essentially choking you and suffocating you in full with a paused hold.
You brace yourself on his hips when he does this, squeezing your eyes shut and continuously gagging from the way he abuses your mouth with just that small movement, and then– he pulls back.
“Ahh,” He groans, snapping his hips back and holding you by the hair to keep you from chasing. “You like that?” He continues, letting you breathe but not answer at all before he’s pushing your head right back down, holding you there again and fucking his hips up repeatedly into your throat this time.
The sounds are pornographic at best, concerning at worst. You, searching for air somewhere between his thrusts, the sounds of wet sputters, drooling, whimpered groans from him, and desperate gasps and gags from you. Truly, Jake is in heaven right now. With you, specifically, you’ve brought him to heaven.
For you, it feels like he does this forever. You’re losing the ability to comprehend what breathing ever was in the first place, thankfully though, Jake can see the tears pouring from your eyes and feel the way you fall slightly limp, letting him do as he pleases before he realizes– he may actually be overwhelming you now.
He snaps his hips back quickly, pulling you up and off of the last remaining inches of his weeping cock before taking a good, long look at your gasped breath and abused lips. Tongue licking out and eyes stained.
“I’m sorry, fuck, I–”
Instantly you press yourself down on him once again, resuming your original position of sliding him in until you can’t stand the feeling in your throat, gagging and swallowing around him time and time again. You feel proud of it, proud of the pain, proud of the suffocation.
Fucking proud to not be finished with him compared to every other person, apparently.
“Jesus–” He groans now, his entire body slouching against your bed as he slams his head back and starts petting your cheeks. “It’s like you were born for this. For me.”
You hum around the gags, growing accustomed to swallowing him up and feeling your jaw strain. And just a few moments later, you pull up with a deep breath, a smile, and you start rubbing your jaw.
“Maybe I was,” You try to talk dirty, wanting to drive him insane. “You taste so good.” You add, dipping down again to lick a long stripe up the underside of his balls up to his tip. “Any girl should be proud to say you’d fuck her mouth like that.”
A twitch, he rolls his eyes back and clenches his jaw.
“How are you so…” He breathes out, reaching his hands blindly for you, only to feel you shift on the bed and essentially sit your tits into both of his hands. “perfect?”
You shrug when he opens his eyes, you’re now hovering over him, both hands covering his on your tits as you force him to squeeze and grope.
“Maybe it’s best to not ask questions.” You tilt your head playfully. “Besides, if I’m lucky maybe you’ll stop trying to find other girls to fuck. They can’t take care of you like I will, anyway.”
Oh, you damn fucking right they won’t.
“You can have it any time you want.” Jake smiles, relishing in your tits warming under his palms, watching the way you hover over him tall and proud on your knees. “Could play with you every day and never get bored.”
You feel him move his hand from under yours, going straight between your legs and sliding not two, but three fingers into you with ease.
“Still so wet too,” He hums, eyes narrowing at you with that same pretty grin. “You always this horny?”
You shake your head.
“Not usually, you just turn me on.”
Jake feels proud of that. He doesn’t feel like the odd ball with a dick that can’t be satiated no matter how many pussies he plows through in a night. Which, again, for the past year has been a total of zero pussy. You getting turned on by that makes him feel…capable. Makes him feel like maybe he can be put to use by a pretty girl.
Makes him feel like his need is wanted and well taken care of.
“So, I can keep calling you?” He asks now, fucking his fingers up, loving the warmth and slide, anticipating for when he gets to bury his cock in you again.
“Mhm.” You hum, closing your eyes to enjoy the pleasure of how deep even his fingers reach. Kind of ready for him to stop talking and just focus on what he’s doing to you.
“Even if it’s every single day?” He continues to ask, now using his thumb against your clit. “Even if I need you in the middle of the night?”
Anything he wants if he can keep hitting your g-spot like this.
“Yes, Jake,” You sigh out of aroused frustration, now wiggling your hips to chase that stimulation inside of you. “I’ll give you the fucking key to my apartment if you want. Just let you walk right in and start fucking me.”
His fingers move faster at the image, the implication of not just free-use, but true free use. Real free-use.
“Yeah? Wake you up with my cock sliding into you?” He urges you to keep talking, now removing his other hand from your chest and circling it around his cock. “Just walk right in and get my mouth on you while all your friends are here?”
You lend a surprised chuckle, but pay no mind to his words past the arousal it brings to you. You’d tell him about how you have a total of like two friends, and half of the time they’re too busy to show up anyway. Still, the image is hot at the moment. All of it is hot.
“You’d let me?” He continues pressing every button both physically and mentally, unaware of how easy it is for him to talk as if it’s a normal conversation solely because it’s kind of his general state of living at this point. You, on the other hand, are not used to having a full conversation while your g-spot gets abused. “Even if you’re not home? Let you come home and find me fucking myself for you?”
Oh.
“Fuck–” You groan out at the image, feeling his fingers reach so perfectly, thinking of how it would feel to walk into your apartment just to see this pretty man chasing that tight ring of fingers his fist creates. Probably so turned on and frustrated that you’re not home…so frustrated that all he could do is drop to the floor and start fucking. “God, yeah.”
So that’s what you’re into. You love that he’s that pathetic to fuck. And lucky for you, he’s more than willing to continue to be that fucking pathetic.
“Does that feel good?” He hums now, watching how you fuck yourself against his fingers, lifting slightly to lick against your nipple. “Can I use my cock again?” He babbles almost, brain on constant loop of you actually giving him free reign of your apartment someday so he can come and–”Please, do this on my cock.”
This is the second time he’s asked you to ride it, and you think that may be one time too many. You almost feel guilty for taking him down your throat first, but then again, you don’t. Your body vibrates knowing you’re about to split yourself open on him again, only this time having full control.
“You want me to sit on it, Jake?” You smile, thrusting your hips down and sinking his fingers into you so deep that you physically can see his brain malfunction.
The frantic nod he gives is somehow less powerful than how he lifts his hips, forcing you higher on your knees as his fingers slip out of you and immediately land in his mouth.
Man, this guy must love the taste of pussy. The image of him doing that alone is insanely arousing to you as you lend him a short nod and slide back, your pussy sucking in the head of his cock instantly as if the two of you move together so well, that it was only natural to not need a guiding hand for it.
He sinks his head deep into the mattress with the way you try to sink down on him. He holds his breath with those same fingers in his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut at how tight you still are, how wet you still are.
And he’s shocked, almost, at the way you just keep sliding down. Not letting yourself re-adjust to his size, holding your own breath and bracing yourself on his abdomen just to keep balance and you wince through the stretch.
“That’s it.” Jake soothes your hips as you sit, clenching around each one of his twitches inside of you. “Doing so good.” He breathes out this time, trying to hold back his moan just for a moment as he awaits your moan first.
And it comes quickly when you lean back rather than against him, arms by his knees as you practically present his cock to him buried entirely into you with this position. He lifts his head and stares at it before reaching his thumb to your clit, immediately pressing hard circles against it.
“Ride it,” He pleads now. “God, please ride it.” He loses his mind at the image, really, as you do start moving.
Pained whimpers falling from your lips as you circle your hips, fucking just an inch of him in and out of yourself, forcing the deepest part of your pussy to take the abuse more than anything else. And you know he loves it with the way his thumb stops rubbing your clit, with the way he can’t decide on if he should look or throw his head back and fall into the sensation.
It’s really cute to witness, and you’d lean forward to kiss him if you had the strength to do it, but you don’t. In fact, all the strength you have is currently bubbling up inside of you with a sharp, almost burning sensation.
You know exactly what this is. You’ve practiced it time and time again alone in this bed.
“Oh, oh shit, Jake–” You groan as you frantically start moving your hips through the full and splitting feeling of him inside of you. Your voice sounds so panicked, it almost scares him. And honestly? Had he not have finger fucked you against your g-spot previously perhaps you could last longer on him, but no.
“What– What’s wrong?!” Jake’s voice is broken when he quickly leans up, hugging around you as you continue to ride against him, faster now, chasing, chasing, chasing.
Pushing, pushing, pushing.
“No, no!” You moan out, shoving him back against the bed and now lifting entirely from his length before slapping your own clit, fast, rough circled motions before each slap. “Oh, shit!” You nearly yell, witnessing it squirt from your body straight against his abdomen and chest.
Jake just watches, mouth agape and eyes wide.
“Oh–” He stares. “Oh yeah?”
And you’re not even done when he seemingly takes full control. Allowing all that squirt to fall out of you, ignoring your shaking legs, tipping you straight back and plunging his cock right back into that release of pressure inside of you.
“You just weren’t gonna tell me you could do that?” He grunts against your ear, fucking into you so hard and so fast that your orgasm just keeps coming. It feels too good to speak, too good to breathe.
Even as it subsides and you’re trying to catch your breath, he doesn’t let you. He just keeps going, grunting incoherently against your ear, snapping his hips harder than you think he’s probably ever done before.
Honestly, with each yelp you let out, your sensitivity goes from being unbearably painful to–
“Do it again–” He urges you. “Give me another one.” Babbling, cooing, fucking moaning all over your neck until his lips hit yours.
Somehow, that gives him exactly what he wants as he feels your legs tense up and fall open around him. Your pelvis slamming into his so hard that it’s, quite literally, splashing out of you in loud and painful sounds.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He nods and whispers against your tongue, sucking it into his mouth before licking into yours, nearly rabid with the way he’s both kissing and fucking you, he can’t help it. He forgot words the second he felt the gush rush past his length, trying to force it out of you only for him to go harder. Like hell he’s not going to feel you literally squirt on his cock. “So fucking messy.”
At one point, you think you might have actually died. You’re not sure but you swear you saw him fucking you in third person for two solid seconds before being slammed right back into your body. The pleasure genuinely is so overwhelming that…well, suddenly you understand why girls probably think he’s too much.
But goddamn he’s…so good. Like, you remember him mentioning his body count through his one-sided sext session with you and you can argue his inexperience probably made this that much better. He’s a fucking natural.
And as he continues fucking into you, all you can do is lend him a distant smile. You’re definitely not experiencing real life at this moment, and you know he sees it with the way he lifts and keeps his eyes on your zoned out expression.
“Look at you.” He echoes against your walls. “So, so pretty.”
And he just keeps doing that, whispering praises, working you through his presumed last orgasm of the night because he genuinely can’t not fill you up with his cum one last time before letting you rest.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
The rest didn’t last long, but to be fair you didn’t need it to. All night, and all day. That promise was kept and Jake remained insatiable throughout all the time he spent with you.
To the point you very nearly felt strange about him leaving. Like you’d grown so accustomed to having someone literally attached to you at the dick that you knew the loneliness and silence would hit you a little too hard once he leaves.
And, well, he does leave in a sense, but not completely.
Though you never truly meant that offer in the midst of sex-talk, Jake seemed to have clinged to the idea of it. Lock him up, but still give him the key.
Never in your life would have imagined giving a person the key to your apartment, and yet…there he goes. Backing out of a guest parking spot in front of your building with your spare fucking apartment key in his pocket right next to those fucking panties.
Enhypen catching you touching yourself as one of the members 🤍 I love how embarrassing and funny this is because this really be happening sometimes… 😭 ahaha I wonder if the members will think the same or something else 😏 ahaha
Obviously that’s if you wanna write about this! I see how busy you are pushing out all these post which I’m freaking obsessed with which is why I thought maybe I can send in a request 🤍
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synopsis — how i think each enha member would react to catching you masturbate + evan
caution! this work contains — smut, crack, second-hand embarrassment, masturbation, f!reader, peeping, reader is apart of ENHYPEN, not proofread and of course MDNI
a/n — first time writing smut in so long i’m so sorryy if it’s bad omg 🥹💔
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LEE HEESEUNG felt terrible that you injured yourself during practice partly because of him. You were chasing after him after he bet that you weren’t faster than him.
It was a dumb and childish thing to do, but he didn’t expect for you to get hurt.
You sprained your ankle barely, but it was luckily enough for you to skip out on practice for a few days at the most.
You took this chance to lay in your bed, watching everybody leave for practice early with a grin on your face. They all gave you playful glares but the members did wish you well for your recovery.
After quick goodbyes and waves, you were alone again.
You were enjoying laying down and slept in a little longer before eventually your body forced you awake. You sat up and attempted to get something to eat until you remembered.
The dorm’s kitchen was wasn’t that far away from where you slept on the couch but your ankle’s pain persisted and the more you attempted the less hungrier you got.
So you sat back down, staring at the ground.
You were home alone and your home alone activities existed of karaoke, which wasn’t completely out of the question since you were already in the living room, eating, which was also out of the equation, scrolling on your phone, and.. what everybody does when they’re alone. Masturbation.
You began to walk to your room, but your ankle made your grunt in pain before your body fell back on the couch.
You sighed in annoyance. You couldn’t just do it out here in the living room. Could you?
I mean.. nobody is gonna come home for hours.
You sat up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear despite you watching everybody leave with your own eyes.
You lifted your hips as your hands tugged the waistband of your shorts and underwear down to your mid-thigh.
You again checked around to see if the coast was clear, your mind racing with possibilities of somebody coming home suddenly even though those chances are extremely slim.
You spread your legs a bit and began to move and work your fingers against your clit gently, causing you to expel a soft hiss from your lips.
Your cheeks flushed red as the realization of what you were doing weighed on your conscious.
A soft moan slipped from your throat as your fingers moving around faster, resulting in your legs shaking slightly.
You didn’t stop.
The stress of your schedule had you so unbelievably stressed that you completely forgot to enjoy you life beyond eating and sleeping.
You let out a shaky sigh as your head fell back onto the arm rest on the couch.
Even your neck was getting tired of holding your head up now. Your brain was fuzzy as you got pulled away from your clitoris and moved down to your slightly gaping hole.
You hated yourself for thinking about him at a time like this.
Lee Heeseung.
You slid in two fingers that poorly substituted for what you really wanted.
Your panting grew louder and so did you whines.
You brain was completely slack and so was every sense except for pleasure. You weren’t even embarrassed anymore. After all.. nobody was here but you.
Right?
You felt slightly empty in a way. You wanted the real thing. Heeseung. Bu you knew that was something you could never have, but a girl could dream can’t she?
You closed your eyes and imagined it was his fingers instead of yours, which helped more than you’d like to admit.
More breathless begs and whines left your lips as you imagined Heeseung.
Without even thinking, you began to say his name. Just once. Quick and barely audible, right? After all, it was just you.
But if that was so, why did you just hear something fall over by the front door?
You froze completely. You weren’t even dating to breathe right now. What the fuck was that? You didn’t leave anything around, right?
Could someone have came home?
No way. That’s impossible.
Right?
You quickly used all of your might and sat up, but there was nothing or nobody there by the door.
Weird..
Did you just imagine that?
Your mind was probably paying tricks on you. After all, you were extremely stressed but now you couldn’t continue this anymore. You were terrified somebody heard you, but you couldn’t even get up to check since your ankle was sprained.
You sat back down and quickly scrambled to pull your pants and underwear back up.
You sighed and attempted to get up to wash your hands. You luckily dragged yourself to the kitchen and washed your hands.
You snuck a peek at the front door.
Perfectly fine.
“What the hell?” You muttered under your breath before limping to your room and closing the door.
You were gonna hide in your room until your injury healed and never look anyone in their eyes again for around a good week.
Unbeknownst to you, Heeseung had decided to buy you some breakfast while you were bedridden last minute.
He knew you’d have trouble with getting up and making food with that injury.
So he ran to a convince store and got you snacks and then to a coffee shop to get you a croissant. He felt so proud of himself as he walked to the dorm while the members waited at the practice room.
The moment he opened the door, he was met with your soft noises that we would’ve missed if he knocked.
He froze at the door and for some reason.. he didn’t move. He stayed put and listened.
He knew that was an invasion of your privacy since you were under the impression that you were alone, but he couldn’t just leave.
Not with you sounding like that.
He was planning on waiting until you finished but then he heard his name.
His breath hitched and he dropped the fucking bag of snacks he had in his shaking and trembling hand and immediately froze before quickly picking it back up and slipping back out the door with closing it all the way.
From the angle you were in, the door looked shut completely.
Then after a moment, he closed the door shaking.
Now he had to explain to the others whu he was red and slightly shaking.
He clutched the food and ate the croissant but planned to bring the snacks when practice was over and begged the members to not tell you, to which they agreed reluctantly after seeing how serious Heeseung was.
PARK JONGSEONG was assigned to share a room with you by unanimous vote.
You both had to since staff forgor to book another room. No biggie, right? Jay insisted on sleeping in Jungwon’s room despite you telling him that he could at least use the couch.
Jay flat out refused to use the same room as you. He said you needed privacy and that he didn’t want to take that from you.
You gave in since a part of you wanted to have the room to yourself.
Jay still kept his belongings in the room and hung out in there, but when it was time to sleep, he tiptoed over to Jungwon’s room.
Kind of odd, but you thought nothing of it..
After practice, you and Jay crashed back at your shared hotel room. Jay crashed on the sofa and you face planted into the bed.
You sighed in relief before sitting up and looking at Jay who was soaking in the comfort of the couch after a long day.
“I’m gonna shower,” You said tentatively, making sure he didn’t also have the same idea.
Unfortunately, he did.
“I was goon to as well,” He sat up while stretching his back like an old man. “I’ll just.. go shower and Jungwon’s hotel room.”
You sighed in relief and swiftly agreed and Jay packed his stuff and walked out with a quick “see you later.”
You took a long and nice shower, watching the steam expel from your body from how hot the shower water was.
As you wrapped a towel around your body, you sat on the hotel bedroom.
A part of you still hoped Jay would stay.
The truth was.. you were in love with Park Jongseong. But who wasn’t?
He often attracted great and beautiful women, but he always declined their advances like a gentlemen. It only made you want him even more.
You undid your towel and laid your head against your pillow.
You spread your legs open, slightly embarrassed about it but it was just you here. Right? Jay left for Jungwon’s room and normally he just stays.
You slipped a finger inside of yourself, squirming slightly from the penetration.
Your breath caught before becoming louder as you continuously pumped your fingers in and out of yourself.
It was a poor substitute for Jay, but you truly had nothing.
You whined desperately as you squeezed your eyes shut hard enough to see stars and other shapes and colors.
While that was happening, Jay was currently outside the hotel room door.
he had forgotten his deodorant and had knocked on the door a while ago but you couldn’t hear him with the.. trance you were in.
Jay listened to the sounds of your pleasure and his face heated up. What was he supposed to do?
He knocked, but to no avail.
You were too far gone.
So.. he left. He walked away with his head down, thinking of an excuse to give Jungwon’s when he asks Jay why he was hard all of a sudden.
Jay cursed under his breath, hoping you’d still think of him though.
A part of him hoped you’d never stop thinking of him.
SIM JAEYUN had a knack for bothering everybody he could, which it all started with you.
He was always amused by your comments.
You had an absolute zero tolerance for bullshit. Jake thought it was peak comedy to see you fuming because he kept repeating the same unfunny sad joke.
Your way of showing love was calling him names and acting as if you hated him. But it you really hated him, you would never let him stick around you more than the other members.
Even staff pointed out how you both were like two peas in a pod.
Of course, you liked and enjoyed Jake’s presence. Who wouldn’t? It’s Sim Jaeyun after all.
But everybody always teased you and claimed you would fall for him charm sooner or later. Which irritated you.
Especially when Jake agreed and said that he could woo you in months at most.
Like. sure, he was handsome. Obviously..
But he needed to lower his ego. He acted as if he were the world’s biggest gift.
He was just a guy with a cute smile. Hell, there’s six more of those in your group and you’re constantly with them.
But it pained you how accurate he was.
He always knew when you were faking your remarks about his hair not suiting him or when you said his outfit was fucking trash.
It only made him smile even wider, like he enjoyed watching you scramble to cover yourself.
You despised him for it.
But underneath it all, he was a sweet guy. He was cute, funny.. not that you would know.
After all, he’s just a friend. A really sexy friend. Everyone has one of those, right? I mean.. you have six other ones as well.
You were the only girl, so it wasn’t uncommon for people to question which member stole your heart.
You always said that you would never date any of your members. Which was true! You wouldn’t. Not be a long shot.
But if you had to?
Sim Jaeyun.. of course.
But that’s just an if, isn’t it?
Not that Jake would want you when the whole female population was his oyster.
You weren’t ugly, no. But you feel like Jake would want someone more.. mysterious and obsessed with him.
Not a liar who pretends that her heart doesn’t stop whenever Jake does that stupid ass lip bite.
The members always teased you, especially Sunghoon. He told you that he thinks you fell for Jake.
You slapped him, obviously. Not hard.. it was playful, but the message was clear.
YOU AND SIM JAEYUN COULD NEVER HAPPEN.
So why?
Why did he always stay in your room? Whenever you said no to going out, so did he. He stayed with you all the time lately.
You tried not to read into it, but it wasn’t adding up.
He kept staring at you with a smirk that told you everything that was on his mind.
You were already stressed from the new schedules and practices and all you wanted was to relieve some stress, but there was Jake.
Always there.
Just as you were brainstorming ideas to get rid of him, staff called him.
He groaned and whined like a child but still had to go with staff. You couldn’t even hide the smirk growing on your face.
Jake made the mistake off informing you that he’d be gone for around an hour before grabbing his backpack.
He was under the impression that you were smirking because he was getting scolded for something, but you were smirking for something completely different.
Once Jake departed from you reluctantly, you opened your middle drawer and pulled up your clothes to find your red vibrator.
You barely got to use this beauty anymore thanks to the schedule.
You didnt bother closing the door and flopped onto your bed and immediately stripped yourself of your clothes.
You thought about how stressed you were and then your mind kept wandering to Jake.
Instead of pushing the thoughts away, you welcomed them in. It was just you after all.. right? It was just all in your head.
You rubbed your clit a little, a soft sigh escaping your lips before you turned on the vibrator.
The red object humming to life. The continuous buzz easily your favorite melody especially at a time like this um your career.
Stress was around every corner and your were sick of it.
You felt the toy start to numb your hands and slide it inside of you. The feeling was something you couldn’t ever get used to.
You let out a sharp whimper and slipped it in and out of you until it was too much.
Your noises filled the entire dorm, but you didn’t care.
But you want to know who did care?
Sim Jaeyun.
Who was right outside your door.
What had happened was that Jake walked out the door, but completely forgot his phone. He was only in his car by that point so he just walked back inside the house quietly to grab it from the front door.
But he was immediately stopped in his tracks when he heard the noise.
At first he thought you were hurt and ran up the stairs to see what happened. Then he heard the buzzing sound and the soft wet noises of your slick.
He froze.
He shouldve left a mf went to go see what he was in trouble for.
But the put in his stomach wasn’t just from anxiety anymore. It was from something else entirely.
His heart was fluttering.
The amount of times he dreamt about what was going on behind the piece of wood was driving him clinically insane.
He placed his ear against the door, listening to your sounds and the moment you moaned his name, his mind went blank.
Did you say his name?
God.
You did, didn’t you?
He quickly felt as though his baggy jeans weren’t so baggy anymore around the crotch.
He let out soft whine of his own as he felt his knees buckle.
He checked the time on his phone and saw the company and staff texting him, but he didn’t care. He muted his phone and listened to your sounds.
Jake could hear you picking up your pace and begging him for more as he were there in the room with you.
His heart clenched as the sound knocked the wind out of his chest.
He slipped a hand into his jeans and boxers and grabbed himself. His grip tight as he began to stroke himself at the same pace as you.
His shaky whimpers almost matched yours like a harmony.
He begged for you, whining your name just outside your door.. and you had no idea.
Just then, Jake’s phone lot up. It was really urgent. They needed him.
He groaned, slightly too loud because you paused.
He froze before immediately running off to leave the house.
By the time you had the courage to check if you were alone, Jake was already gone and driving to the hybe building while you were still reeling from anxiety and lingering pleasure.
Jake couldn’t stop zoning out during the lecture. All he could think about was what he had just heard. Even the members were asking if he was okay since they heard.
They FaceTimed Jake and he was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Nobody knew why he was so happy and nobody ever found out.
PARK SUNGHOON was always so sweet to you. Probably since you were the only girl in the group.
If you needed anything, just ask Sunghoon. He always made sure to take care of you if he could. Not that you needed him, but he wanted to make your life easier.
So one day a few months ago, you asked him to be your workout coach.
You wanted to have some muscle on your body after being inspired by Sunghoon, Ni-ki, and Heeseung’s muscles.
Sunghoon immediately agreed and he actually did help you get better.
He pushed you a lot but it was because he had faith in you. Eventually it became a routine for the both of you.
The days you both had early practice or no practice, you went to the gym with Sunghoon.
Today was nothing different. They took it easy on you all today so you and Sunghoon went to the gym like you always did.
You were working out with him and listening to him grunt like an old man.
You caught yourself staring a little too hard at his biceps but you quickly peeled your eyes away before you were spotted.
You attempted to focus on your own workout, which was killing you and helped keep your mind of of Sunghoon.
The truth was that you liked Sunghoon. He was reliable and handsome. How could you not? You could even be considered insane if you didn’t.
As you began to finish up your last set of weights, Sunghoon came up from behind you.
“Your form is wrong,” Sunghoon corrected you with a soft smirk as he hovered over you and checked your form clearly.
“You’re gonna pull a muscle in your back if you keep that up, you know.” He lectured you as he gently and politely pressed his hand against the small of your back to make you arch your back.
The feeling was electric to say the least. You held your head low to hide the slight flush of your cheeks as you arched your back with his hands.
“Doesn’t that feel better?” Sunghoon asked. “You always have your form right, what’s you with you? Are you tired?”
You didn’t answer, just finished your last set and let Sunghoon believe the flush on your cheeks were from sweat.
“I wanna shower,” You sighed as you fan yourself.
Sunghoon pointed to the public shower in the gym and you reluctantly went. You always packed extra clothes in your gym bag in case you wanted to shower at the gym.
You slipped into the shower, making sure it was empty and licking it behind you and hid all of your clothes in places where nobody could find them to snoop.
You made the water burning hot, feeling it clean the sweat off of your body.
You thought about today and how Sunghoon touched your back and his biceps and you couldn’t stop the smile that spread on your lips.
You knew it was foolish to try to initiate anything with your band mate, but this felt so good.
You moved the shower head to get your back and then moved it lower to clean yourself from the sweat you’ve accumulated from your workout.
The pressure of the water caught you off-guard, but it was pleasant to say the least. It was a nice feeling after the stress of preparing for the new comeback.
You kept the shower head on your clit as you adjusted the water pressure.
You held back a soft cry, but it was still somewhat loud.
You were sure that Sunghoon was probably still working out right now so he wouldn’t hear anything at all.
Right?
You continued, more whines escaping your lips without much care.
Your slipped two fingers inside of yourself while using the shower head. The feeling knocked the skr out your lungs bluntly.
You fought back tears as you continued, slowly beginning to imagine Sunghoon here with you instead of yourself.
You cringed at yourself but it’s not like he’d never know, right? It’s just you and you.
Is what you thought.
What you didn’t know was that Sunghoon was outside the bathroom to make sure nobody would pull anything funny.
But now his face was pink and he kept his head down, sweating now for a reason other than exhaust.
He had no plan to hear you, but he couldn’t move away. A part of him didn’t want to stop listening to you, even though he shouldn’t.
He was worried somebody else would hear you but rarely anyone used the bathroom when the dorms weren’t even a minute walk.
Sunghoon glanced at the ground as he waited for you. He was glad to be wearing baggy sweatpants instead of anything tight like he normally chose.
He let out a strangled gasp the moment he heard you muttering his name.
He covered his face with his hands and waited until the noises stopped and the shower turned off and then he sat up to make it seem like he had just walked over.
As you walked out, you saw a sweaty and pink Sunghoon fanning himself.
You raised an eyebrow because you’ve never seen Sunghoon this flushed in the several years you knew him, let alone from a workout.
“Are you okay?” You asked him.
He swallowed hard, “I think I hurt my own back.. my form must’ve been wrong..“ Sunghoon muttered.
You laughed, “But you always correct my form?” You smirked.
“I’ll help you next time,” You said, not noticing the stiff way Sunghoon was walking to hide the tent in his sweatpants.
You would then go on to hsve no idea he heard you in the shower that day.
KIM SUNOO had always been somebody you thought was genuinely stunning.
Everybody thought it too, but it stopped you dead in your tracks for the first year you knew him, since you guys both had to spend time with each other you got used to it.
Somewhat.
It all started as a friend crush, you know? Like it always does.
You went out of your way to become friends with Sunoo during your trainee days and became inseparable since.
You and him got each other well and Sunoo was really funny.
All was well, you know?
That was until you all went out to a party.
You and your members were playing spin the bottle along with other groups.
As you spun the bottle your heart dropped.
You had specifically told Sunoo about how you thought Soobin from Tomorrow x Together was your type and wanted to at least become his friend.
Sunoo laughed and insisted you come to the party where he would be.
You smiled as the bottle almost landed on Soobin while everybody was quietly cheering. Until.. the bottle moved just a little as if a small force just edged it over.
The bottle landed on Sunoo.
A confused cheer erupted from everybody and you looked at Sunoo who was equally just as confused.
But you weren’t a quitter, especially not in front of cute guys.
So you sighed and walked over to Sunoo who had his eyebrow up at how easily you were accepting your fate.
“So much for my plan with Soobin,” You whispered so only Sunoo could hear and he chuckled before sighing hard and cupping each side of your face.
“Let’s never bring this up again, alright?” Sunoo asked and you nodded before leaning into him.
He hesitated for a moment before capturing your lips in his in a surprisingly gentle kiss. His soft lips painted against yours.
Your breath hitched at the kiss and it seemed you’ve gone to long without romantic interaction to start genuinely enjoying a kiss with your best friend who was practically your other half.
The crowd cheered before you pulled away and Sunoo looked embarrassed.
“You’re decent,” He whispered to which you replied with a roll of your eyes and a soft smirk before walking back to your spot in the circle.
The rest of that night h folded with off parings for kissing, but you weren’t composing watching some dudes kiss each other.
After that activity, you and Sunoo went to get some drinks and were laughing.
You couldn’t help but start to see Sunoo in an unfamiliar yet so familiar light.
Like all of a sudden he was the most beautiful thing you’ve seen all night. Which wasn’t uncommon for you to think that but it wasn’t feeling very platonic.
You quickly downed your drink and ignored those feelings and blamed it on the lack of physical and romantic action you’ve been getting along with the alcohol and brushed it off.
As the days passed after the party, you still caught yourself staring at Sunoo.
Your heart would even skip just a little when your fingers brushed against each other’s. You ignored it all because you knew that this would never happen, ever.
You threw yourself into practice and working out, which gave you more results that helped you take your mind off of your feelings.
But all of that work came with additional work and stress.
Eventually you fell and injured your leg, causing you to sit out from activities for a good while. Which normally you would be happy about, but now it was just too and your feelings.
You sighed as you bathed yourself in the tub since you could stand for long periods of time.
Once you finished up, you used your crutches you lie on your bed and stare at the ceiling. You were ignoring everybody asking if you were okay because you were not and you did not want to talk about it.
You decided to clear your mind and what better way than to masturbate?
Right?
That’s all you really had anyway.
You began your usual process, slipping in a few fingers after teasing your clit for a soft while.
You let your head fall forward as your body went slightly more limp and you let out a sigh of relief. You wanted nothing to do with reality or your feelings.
Just then, a knock sounded on your door before it was prayed open.
“Y/N, you haven’t answered..” Sunoo spoke before pausing dead in his tracks. He did not expect that. He had in one airpod so he couldn’t hear that well.
His face immediately turned pink as he turned to leave, “I’m sorry.. nevermind,” He said curtly before practically slamming the door behind him.
Well there goes the one thing you had to pass the time.
Your face was flushed red and you quickly cleaned ip after yourself and just went to sleep, trying to pretend that it didnt happen.
You cried yourself to sleep for a while after noticing the growing rift between you and Sunoo.
It wasn’t out of anger or hate, just.. embarrassment and awkwardness that wouldn’t ease up with time. At least, not soon.
Fans began to notice how you and Sunoo weren’t as close anymore which sparked speculation so eventually you both began interacting again buf it was polite like co-workers.
Which broke your heart, but it was better than nothing.
Somewhat.
YANG JUNGWON was the most dependable person you knew.
He was an amazing leader and always figured things out when stuff got difficult and you truly appreciated him for that.
You always went out of your way to be especially kinder towards him since you were so grateful.
You and Jungwon knew each other before becoming trainees and so you originally stuck with him. It was nice to have a familiar face during the intense training.
You confused in Jungwon about your personal problems and he always listened.
It only made you are for him more.
Eventually, those feelings evolved into something life than respect.
Love.
So you answered at his beck and call, which wasn’t often since he never asked for anything.
So when you were sitting on your couch, scrolling on your phone and you saw Jungwon was audio calling your phone.
As you sat up and clicked answer, your heart dropped.
“Y/N, I need.. can I come over to your apartment?”
You paused for a moment. Jungwon’s voice was shaking as if he on the verge of tears.
You sat up more, “Of course. Yeah, come over. Are you alright?”
Jungwon didn’t reply but you heard his voice quiver.
“Jungwon?” You asked, “Are you driving right now? Be careful okay?” You added with growing concern for his well-being.
“I’m in the way,” He sniffled before hanging up, leaving you with a lump in your stomach.
You decided to clean up a little and cleaned your couch. The more you thought about it, the more you realized you should let Jungwon stay the night.
It was six in the late afternoon and it would take Jungwon roughly thirty minutes to drive over to your apartment.
You had a spare bedroom that was never occupied since nobody came over, so you cleaned it. It wasn’t much to clean, you just dusted it off in there.
Eventually the doorbell tung and you froze for a moment.
It had only been twenty minutes.
You opened the door and saw Jungwon there. His eyes were red and slightly puffy.
He just stood there, avoiding your gaze.
You invited him and be closed to door behind him. “Are you okay?” You asked him as he just stood there awkwardly.
He wiped wiped his eyes with his sleeve that was already damp with his previous tears. He nodded his head and just stood in the middle of your apartment.
“Jungwon.. you can sit down,” You said, grabbing his clothed wrist to the couch.
He sat on the couch and you also sat by him.
“You don’t have to talk about it, just.. calm down okay?” You reassured him as you patted his back.
The gesture made Jungwon’s tears fall quickly and suddenly. You immediately tried to comfort him and he just laid his head on your shoulder.
You froze and just let him lay there while he wiped his tears. “Do you do think I’m fit to be a leader?” Jungwon asked quietly.
You sighed and patted his head and laid your head on his, “Of course not. You’re honestly the most responsible person I know. Why would you even ask that? Did someone tell you that?” You responded, your answer came quickly.
Jungwon didn’t say anything, he just wiped his tears.
“The members had a fight tonight when we went out and I wasn’t able to stop it. Luckily nobody was truly hurt but sometimes I feel like.. I’m only the leader on paper,” Jungwon sighed.
He cried a little more as he spoke and you couldn’t help but just stare.
You knew now wasn’t the time but.. you couldn’t help but stare at Jungwon because even when he was crying he looked so handsome.
You shook away the thought, but it still lingered as you comforted him.
“That’s not true. You do some much for the group and they need you as a leader. Why would you say that?” You sighed heavily.
He shook his head, “I don’t know..”
Jungwon was unaware of the storm brewing inside of you. You watched his sorrowful expression while he sniffled.
Of course you were empathetic, seeing your best friend cry like that was sad. But you couldn’t help but feel a pang of attraction.
Even now, Jungwon was insanely handsome.
You tried to ignore the thought and continued to console him until he eventually stopped crying.
Jungwon quickly fell asleep on your shoulder. All that crying must’ve exhausted him to the bone. You were currently on a hiatus for mental health, but you knew the group’s schedule and it was insanely packed.
You carried the heavy Jungwon to your guest bedroom.
His breathing was already slow and steady so you just placed him on the bed and began to to take off his shoes so he wouldnt dirty the bed and place them at the ground by the bed.
You untucked the bed comforter a little so if he was cold he could just grab for the blanket without much effort.
You then exited the room and closed the door for him before returning to your own room.
You recalled earlier.
You couldn’t believe Jungwon could cry like that.
Not that you know, people can’t cry but.. he’s normally so calm and levelheaded.
Your heart swelled just a bit. If he cried and slept on you, that had to mean something right? Maybe you both were getting closer.
You stared at your ceiling as your mind replayed the memory of Jungwon’s handsome face coated in tears.
Your lips curled into an involuntary smile at the memory.
You couldn’t sleep and your brain couldn’t stop thinking about Jungwon.. so what else do you do? It was currently nine o’clock and the apartment was completely quiet.
You slid down your sweatpants to your knees and lifted your hips.
Just as you expected.
You were wet.
Which calls for everyone’s favorite activity.
You blushed a little at the thought of Jungwon being right next to your room as you did this, but he was sleep. So it’s fine..
You rubbed your clit slowly and carefully. A soft moaned left your lips, causing you to bite your bottom lip hard.
You circled your clit slowly before rubbing it with your middle and ring finger.
You were biting down hard on your lip and blood was drawing at this point but you could barely feel the sting.
Despite your effort to quiet yourself, your moans were still loud.
You didn’t even register that at this point.
You bucked upwards into your fingers, your eyes rolling back into your head.
Your mind went back to Jungwon’s puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks and you moved your fingers faster.
Your moans left your mouth quicker and quicker as your pace began to falter and your movements were uncoordinated.
You moaned Jungwon’s name on accident. Ait slipped out faster than you intended but you didn’t stop yourself from saying it.
What you didn’t even realize was that your door was cracked just a bit where Jungwon had just so happened to wake up and walk by your room for the bathroom but paused the moment he heard the soft noises your room was emitting.
He was supposed to leave, but he was mesmerized by the sight of you.
The truth was that Jungwon was originally going to wipe his face and try to sleep.
Now he peeping like a creep.
He swore he was just about to leave until he heard you moan his name like that. Like you needed him.
It knocked the wind out of his throat and he squeezed his eyes right. He was so hard it was honestly starting to hurt.
He palmed the tent in his pants and began soft panting. His heart was beating so fast he was sure you could hear it.
His hand were shaking as he watched you touch yourself.
He swallowed hard, clutching his chest above his heart. He could barely breathe right now. His face was flushed as he struggled to stand up right.
Jungwon let out a few soft moans himself as his other hand palmed the raging erection in his pants.
You were calling for him and he couldn’t do anything but watch.
He squeezed his eyes shut and reluctantly went to back to the guest bedroom and quietly closed the door.
You hadn’t even noticed you had an audience.
He was shaking as he tried to close his eyes and think of anything else but what he just witnessed but it was impossible.
He didn’t sleep much that night.
He woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon. You were the only one who cooked in the dorms and the members used to rely on your cooking to eat.
Jungwon stumbled out the room like a vampire in the sunlight.
His eyes immediately fell on your bitten bottom lip.
You noticed his gaze and scrambled for an excuse, “What? Oh this?” You asked as your ran a finger over your bottom lip.
“I had a nightmare and was biting my lip in my sleep,” You lied.
Jungwon stared at you for a moment longer than necessary before just nodding slightly. He leaned against your kitchen island and watched you cook with an unreadable expression.
Once you were finished cooking, you made Jungwon’s plate which he thanked you for but insisted he could do it himself next time around.
He sat down and ate and you did as well.
You both ate in comfortable silence.. or silence you thought was comfortable for you both but Jungwon’s mind was lingering on last night.
He was ready to dismiss it as a very vivid dream until he spotted the dried up blood and marks on your lip.
He quickly muttered an excuse and thanked you continuously before leaving to go to practice with the other members.
You had no idea what he was doing the moment he got in his car.
He drove out of your apartment complex and drove to the parking lot outside the dorms and sat there, his heart pounding with vivid memory of last night.
He slid a hand beneath the waistband of his pants and boxers.
Jungwon’s hands shook and he slowly stroked his cock slowly. His grip strong and tight around himself as he let out soft moans.
Your name leaving his lips immediately the moment he started.
He knew it was wrong and he should’ve respected your privacy but he couldn’t help himself. He was just waking by. It’s not his fault.. right?
Right?
NISHIMURA RIKI was your least favorite member easily.
He always acted as if he was i mysterious and nonchalant and never let you hang out either him anymore.
He claimed he was too cool for you.
Obviously, you both joke around a lot.
Honestly speaking? You loved Riki. You loved him a lot. Not platonically. But there was just one tiny problem.
He didn’t feel the same way.
He always had a girl on speed dial and the only guys you talked to were your members.
You tried not to show how much it bothered you since they were just bodies to Riki. You think.
Riki always talked about how he was too amazing to be anchored down by a woman, which hurt you deeply.
He told you on multiple occasions that you were the only girl he would ever truly care about.
Which gave you false hope, of course.
You and Riki have fought so much over this specific topic.
You always yelled and scolded him for breaking girls hearts and treating them like warm bodies instead of humans with feelings.
He never truly argued back. He just pouted there and looked at you with an uncharacteristic vulnerable expression that stole your breath.
Riki was never afraid to snap or argue with anybody, but with you he never did.
You always thought that meant something.
Riki and you always had a thing where he would come to your apartment and bother the fuck out of you like one does.
Today was no different.
You both were sitting on your bed while eating takeout.
Riki put on a movie that you were actually enjoying while he was on his phone currently scrolling through his messages.
“Riki? Why aren’t you watching?” You raised an eyebrow.
“The hoes miss me Y/N,” He said without looking up from his phone with a sly smirk that made your blood boil.
“Why do you always call women that?” You asked him, your expression one of annoyance.
“Sorry.. women,” He huffed.
You frowned and turned off the TV and threw the remote at him.
He gave a laugh but you didn’t return it.
“You’re such a piece of shit. Don’t even come over here if you’re just gonna text your thirteen girlfriends,” aYou clenched your fists as you sat up from your bed.
Riki closed his phone and put his hands up.
“Okay, I know.. I’m sorry,” she resigned but you were still upset with him.
“What else do you do but have sex, huh?” You rolled your eyes and rubbed your temples. You were letting your anger get the best of you.
“Y/N, don’t be like that,” He frowned.
“Don’t tell me what the fuck to do Riki,” You said back angrily.
You felt tears prick at your eyes and tried not to let it show that you were really gonna cry about this right now.
“Seriously.. I miss when you were just a stupid boy who loved to dance,” You said under your breath.
“Y/N,” He stood up to chase after you but you were already walking to your living room to grab your keys and purse.
“No. Go watch a movie with your ‘hoes’ and leave me alone,” You scoffed.
“You’re always so strict,” He whined.
“No you’re just a damn hoe,” You sighed.
He let out a short laugh but it was lacking humor this time unlike normal.
“Where are you even going?” Riki asked.
You didn’t answer, you just left.
He stood there in your apartment, feeling like the worst guy in the world.
You drove to Jake’s apartment that wasn’t too far from yours. You were sick of this and needed to see the closest person near you.
Jake was currently in the middle of giving Layla a trim when you knocked on his door.
He was confused on who it could be at this hour but got up to answer. He peeked through the peephole and saw you and opened the door.
You gave Jake a big hug and he smiled and returned it while closing the door behind you.
“What’s up with the sudden visit? I would’ve cleaned if I known you were gonna show up,” Jake gave a small smile.
Layla came up and jumped on your legs and you pet her and gave his quick kisses.
“I just.. I had Riki over but he’s just..“ You sighed.
Jake understood immediately and patted your back. “Where did we go wrong with that boy?” He said, half-joking but he was still attempting to console you.
You gave a soft chuckle, “Right?”
“Can I sleep over if that’s alright?” You asked to which Jake immediately agreed and invited you to sleep in the guest bedroom.
“I will be going out somewhere tonight because the members are having game night. Do you wanna come?” Jake asked.
You smiled at him and went to the guest bedroom while Jake cut Layla’s hair.
You refused, “No thanks.. I’m tired.”
He nodded and smiled at you, “Then can you watch Layla?”
“Of course,” You said.
—
Once Jake left for game night with the other members, you were there by yourself.
You were stressed more than you should be about Riki’s love life but in your defense.. you had loved him since you both were trainees.
He used to be so sweet and full of life.
Now?
He was just full of himself.
You were starting to wonder if you were in love with Riki or you just missed the person he used to be.
The latter was beginning to sound plausible.
You stared at the ceiling and sighed to yourself and tried to ignore how stressed you were but it was impossible.
So.. you did what everybody does when they’re stressed.
You slipped one of your hands into your shorts and panties and began touching yourself.
You moaned softly, your chest immediately feeling lighter.
You swallowed hard and continued to rub your clit, your free hand gripping the sheets. Your eyes watered up and you couldn’t tell if it was from relief or anger but either way tears fell.
Your panting became audible as your head fell forward.
Your body going slack as you continued.
But behind the door, was Jake.
He had forgotten to get his wallet and decided to drive back and.. he stumbled upon the sounds of your pleasure.
To make matters worse, Riki figured you were at Jake’s and called him so he could apologize to you.
Both Jake and Riki’s face turned red.
Jake immediately blinked back his surprise and went to leave and hang up buf Riki begged Jake not to.
“Jake, oh my God you can’t hang up.” Riki begged which was so unlike him recently which only made Jake’s eyes widen even more.
“I’m not listening to her.. that’s inappropriate and gross Riki,” Jake slipped out of the apartment unnoticed with his wallet.
“You have so many girls on speed dial, you don’t need to hear Y/N,” Jake rolled his eyes.
“Jake,” Riki said, his voice serious. “I.. did she fucking say my name?” Riki asked, his voice shaking.
“Do not fucking bring this up,” Jake said as he got in his car. “I’m serious. Do not even,” He added.His ears still red but he was also upset with Riki.
“Jake, oh my God.”
“Riki stop..”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Riki groaned.
“Tell you what?” Jake played dumb.
“She has feelings for me, doesn’t she?” Riki asked, laughing but it lacked humor.
He felt so fucking stupid. How could he be so blind to your feelings?
“Jake,” He yelled, his voice filled with emotion. “You asshole.. why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because that’s not my place you fucking idiot,” Jake yelled back.
“I hurt her,” Riki said, his eyes filled with tears.
“Yes. You fucking did,” Jake replied.
Riki said nothing but Jake heard moving around and then it clicked. Riki was on the way over to Jake’s apartment.
“Riki,” Jake yelled.
“She does not need you right now. Leave her alone. At least wait until tomorrow,” Jake tried to talk sense into Riki.
“She doesn’t need me but we both heard her moan my name,” Riki scoffed.
“Riki I swear to God,” Jake inhaled.
“Jake I fucked up,” Riki said.
“You did,” Jake agreed.
“Just leave her alone. Go to your own place and just see her tomorrow.” Jake sighed.
Desc - You’ve never been the best at expressing your feelings, to others you seem cold and off putting and way way too blunt. All of Keonhos friends don’t seem to get you, they seriously don’t understand how such a jolly energetic guy like Keonho could date a girl like you
Tags - puppy Keonho / black cat reader / clingy relationship/ corny boyfriend / even cornier girlfriend / jealousy / he’s obsessed with you
summary: you and riki are somewhere bad ass kids fr.
should i make this a series??? if i make it a series just know it’s gonna be angst. and notes under the screenshots
based off this request.
disclaimers : under age drinking intended, cursing, and the teacher is jake’s mom.
sorry i haven’t been posting😖😖 i just don’t have the time to post it but i have so many of the requests done. except stuff monday and Tuesday. if ther is mistakes no there is not. once i find out how to do gradient text except so much from. me. this is kinda boring sorry
main taglist : @nota10butadefinite8 @ori2ari @luvssapples @taelvvrzz @enha7beshit @doradoro101 @jungkookinn
summary: you and riki are somewhere bad ass kids fr.
should i make this a series??? if i make it a series just know it’s gonna be angst. and notes under the screenshots
based off this request.
disclaimers : under age drinking intended, cursing, and the teacher is jake’s mom.
sorry i haven’t been posting😖😖 i just don’t have the time to post it but i have so many of the requests done. except stuff monday and Tuesday. if ther is mistakes no there is not. once i find out how to do gradient text except so much from. me. this is kinda boring sorry
main taglist : @nota10butadefinite8 @ori2ari @luvssapples @taelvvrzz @enha7beshit @doradoro101 @jungkookinn
