🌺Eternity🌺

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ALL DONE: AND EVEN BETTER

pairing: ot8!skz x assistant!reader

genre: smut, romance, work place romance

summary: part three. been to all four dorms now, that takes a talent only you have. fucking multiple famous men is a talent only you have. (chan, felix getting their dicks wet in this one and partly 3racha)

warnings: power imbalance, objectification of reader, cursing, talks of religion and periods, sexual content(oral f and m receiving, handjob m receiving, cum eating, protected p in v, titfucking, making out, exhibitionism, heavy sexual tension, mentions of pubic hair), multiple sex scenes, manipulation, tiny mention of drugging and an abortion but nobody’s pregnant dw, dumb men

word count: 25k

part 1 part 2

you and chan basically fall through the dorm’s front door, making out, his mouth on yours, hot and wet and him and desperate, tongue in there.

you stumble backward, whining into his mouth, and he kicks the door shut behind him.

you’re pressed against it instantly, his body pinning you there as he fumbles with the lock behind your back. fucks around a bit, the metal clicks. finally. he groans in relief on your lips and kisses you harder, one hand cupping your face, the other grabbing your ass and squeezing.

“myeah, mhm…” he mutters on your mouth between kisses, biting your bottom lip, sucking on it, then licking back into your mouth. he’s starving for his assistant.

you’re just as bad, starving for your boss, hands fisting his hoodie, pulling him closer, moaning softly into the kiss. oh how that turns him on, actually flips his tummy.

it’s cute, how both of you fight your shoes off with your own feet, kicking and stumbling around.

the spit swapping that’s going on there.

you start ripping at each other, stumbling toward his room. his hoodie comes off first, ending up somewhere in the hallway. your shirt is next, buttons flying as he yanks it open. you’re pulling at his belt, he’s shoving your pants down your hips, you almost trip over your own feet. clothes half on, half off, oh look at that his shirt is already on the couch, mouths never leaving each other for more than a second. his hands are squeezing your tits, grabbing your ass, sliding between your legs to grope.

“bedroom.” he growls on your neck, biting down.

you moan.

jeongin’s voice “okay woah what.”

you two jump apart.

jeongin is standing in the kitchen doorway, spoon in his bowl of cereal, staring at you both with wide eyes. his hair is all over his head, wearing just boxers and a tshirt, tbh he just woke up for a midnight snack.

“holy shit. you two are finally doing it?” he laughs, waving his spoon. “don’t mind me. i’m just getting food, uh, carry on. be as loud as you want, i got headphones. have fun, hyung. y/n.”

he walks back to his room. the others will so hear about channie hyung and the assistant half naked in the hallway.

you and chan stand there for a bit, breathing hard, thinking.

then chan looks at you. you look at chan.

the thought processes about what just happened completely break, he basically jumps at you, kisses you again, so good. he knows how to put those huge lips to use. holy shit those lips, you feel so lucky.

his hands are on your waist as he walks you backward toward his room. his mouth is so hot, so wanting you, tongue fucking into yours.

you kiss him back as much as you can, not a thought in your head, fingers in his hair, moaning into his mouth.

the door shuts behind you.

and then it’s just you and chan, again. no more interruptions, no more thinking, just the human need that’s been building for weeks finally coming out.

he pushes you onto his bed, crawling over you, kissing you. oh how much he wanted this. his hands slide under your bra, you’re pulling at his pants, he’s yanking your shirt the rest of the way off, you let out a soft pathetic cute little whine when you have to pull away from him to get the shirt off. oh, sweetie, soon, it’s okay, channie’s here.

“fuck, i want you.” he groans on your mouth, he sounds so good. “i want you.”

“mm…” is your answer besides pulling him closer, legs wrapping around his waist, and kissing him, because with him, you mean it.

just you and chan, finally.

you cage him. how he enjoys feeling that, your beautiful legs wrapped around his waist, hands in his hair, pulling him closer. it’s exactly what you had to stop that night in this very room, now you’re finishing it. finally. no more stopping, no more pulling away because it felt too… because it felt like something, now it’s just you and him, mouths crashing, tongues and breathing and bodies and genitalia and emotions.

this soothes the insecurity he has, you’re a huge help, he feels… genuinely the happiest in months. he knows he fucked up the staying professional but he still ended up with you under him, that after all he didn’t fuck it up completely. not enough to lose you, for sure.

but you let him really because you’re tired of stopping, tired of being the mature one, because you want him. you’ve wanted to finish what you started.

you’re glad you get to. glad to feel how he smacks on your mouth, also reaches under you to fuck with your bra until he gets it undone.

fights it off, tossing it somewhere, neither of you cares where. he pulls away to get a good look at you, someone so much lower than him, his eyes actually change as he takes your shape in, shapes. his assistant is lying under him with her tits out, nipples hard, your tits going out towards your arms(so, just gravity), looking so luring and soft to the touch.

he tests that last theory himself. gets the hand he took your bra off with and cups one breast, then the other, squeezing and fondling and groping and taking the shape up.

“yeah…” he mutters, kneads, feels the weight of them. he’ll never forget this.

you reach down, start yanking at his pants, there goes all your professionalism flying out the window, but is channie someone to mind? no. he helps you, lifting his hips, kicking them off while still kissing you(the best he can with paying attention to two things at once). why do men always leave their socks on? like chan’s hot above you and he looks really good in underwear only, but… but again, socks.

not like you care or anything, you kiss him the same as you did before. even more, even better, you want him more now, the sight of the bang chan in his boxer briefs only, or whatever they’re called, could spur anyone on. succeeded, with you.

and you’re pressed together, his chest on your tits, his hips between your thighs, grinding on each other(deja vu?) while your mouths stay locked. his hands squeeze your ass, slide up your sides, cup your tits again, he can’t decide what he wants to touch most. you’re the same there, hands running down his back, over the bruises and marks from all the intense treatments he puts his body through. he shivers.

and mainly, neither of you stops the feeling that’s… that it’s heavier than just sex now, you both can tell, his kisses get slower sometimes, deeper, because he’s savoring it, savoring this time with you, and your hands are gentle on his back, running your nails up and down on his beautiful skin, wanting him to feel good.

you’re both aware this is crossing the line you two drew before, and neither of you cares. you both just want each other, you both just want to fuck!

“you feel so good.” he breathes on your lips. “so fucking good.”

“mm.” and you kiss him harder, legs tightening around his waist then loosening up again, but not enough to let him go, pulling him closer. your socks rub on his lower back, his ass, sometimes the back of his thighs.

the making out in just underwear feels… closer, more intimate than being fully naked somehow. the friction, the teasing, the way you can feel every inch of him pressed on you and knowing that it’ll be in you very soon, the knowledge of it all, the want. it’s torture, the good kind.

chan cups your tit again, fondling your nipple between his fingers while he kisses you deep and slow, then fast and messy, then deep again. he’s enjoying this more than anything, he can’t think of anything he enjoyed this much in a good while.

you run your hands down his back, squeeze his muscles gently. massage, give love to. he groans into your mouth, goes down on your neck, your collarbone, your chest.

“slower on my neck.” you breathe. “feels better when you suck a little first.”

he nods on your skin. “like this?” he sucks gently, then harder, tongue swirling on your skin.

you arch with a soft moan. “yeah… fuck, like that.”

he smiles on your skin, keeps going lower, kissing between your tits, then down your stomach. his hands slide up your sides, thumbs caressing the undersides of your breasts before he drives them under your arms. you shift your legs, your heels on his waist.

“your legs feel good like that.” he murmurs, then puts his lips on your skin again. “higher?” he’s asking about kissing on you.

“higher.” you pull him closer with your heels. “i like feeling you on me.”

he groans softly, taking one hand off you to adjust his hard cock. “good. because i like being here.”

you smile.

he kisses higher so, really wanting to make his woman feel good. not his, but in his head, in his instincts, you’re his woman.

he takes a tiny inch of your skin between his teeth and oh so softly nibbles on it, making you arch and moan. his hands up there cup your tits, pinching your nipples gently. always gently.

“yeah, like that. your hands feel so good.” you mumble.

“good. tell me when you want me to stop.”

“mhm.”

he makes out with your skin. slow, open mouthed kisses, tongue dragging on you, teeth grazing. when he reaches your belly button he kisses it, tongue dipping in, lips sucking gently, and as you bring your hand down to his face at that, he turns and kisses your palm, soft, makes out with that too, then your wrist, before sucking one of your fingers into his mouth. then he looks up at you. it’s intimate. hot. you’re throbbing just watching him, and you’re panting so hard without even noticing, and you two are exactly like this, this intimate.

he even takes your socks off when your legs move around him, peeling them off gently and tossing them aside. and here you thought him and hyunjin were so different, you just hope they won’t bring the red lights out next time, either of them. not the song but the actual lighting. just no.

he kisses the inside of your ankle before moving back up, it feels so new and exciting and once in a while, like when someone runs their nails up and down your skin just because it feels good, even now you’re moaning so loud. loud enough that jeongin in the other room is def having the time of his life.

if he’s not getting jealous of how much more chan can make you moan, your beautiful little soft, breathy, real moans that you can’t hold back because chan is being so thorough, so focused on making you feel good.

who cares about jeongin now.

definitely who cares about him when chan pauses at the edge of your panties. cute little ones. simple black, nothing fancy, but they look sweet, to him.

he hooks his fingers in the waistband and looks up at you. “can i pull these down? please.”

you nod, lifting your hips. “yeah. take them off.”

he does, slow and careful, sliding them down your legs. when they catch on your ankles he brushes his big lips on the little bone that pokes out in the inside of your ankle. then tosses the panties aside too and stares at your bare pussy.

“you’re beautiful.” he whispers. you’re relatively confident in yourself, but he has no idea how much it means to hear that from him. and he’ll… probably never have. what time is there to talk when he leans in and kisses the inside of your thigh, smacking quietly with how he kisses it with an open mouth, working his way higher.

and when he arrives there, he leans down and kisses your pussy softly.

just a little kiss.

just gentle, reverent kisses all over your folds, worshipping it. saying hello. getting to know you with his mouth.

he gives your clit one soft kiss, you twitch, so he does it again. then again. then another, then a little lower, then down to your entrance, spreading your folds with his fingers and dragging his tongue up your slit in one long, slow lick.

“fuck.” you breathe, head falling back. your hands fist the sheets.

now with you open, he kisses your entrance too. then starts making out with it, slow, always so slow, his saliva smacking and stretching between him and you, lips sucking gently on your labia, then dipping his chin down to suck in your entrance whole, like he’s eating a peach, taking his sweet time. savoring every inch, giving your clit the lightest brush with his thumb every now and then, circling it slowly so you’re entertained too.

“fuck… you taste so good.” and he knows what to say too? “tell me what you want.”

“more on my clit.” you breathe, hips rolling up, grabbing into his hair to keep him there. he finds that so hot. “but keep doing that with your mouth. it feels amazing.”

he obeys, thumb pressing harder on your pretty clit while his tongue pushes inside you, dips inside you, shallow, then deeper, fucking you with his tongue. his nose brushes your clit alongside his fingers, then takes his thumb away to suck on your clit.

you moan, loud, jeongin’s about to do the same next room. your hips try to roll but his hands hold you open and still, so strong. so in control. and so fucking good at this.

you moan louder, so pretty, hand fisting the sheets. “yes, like that, don’t stop…”

he hums happily on your pussy, listening. he’s good at listening. stays on your clit a little longer when your hips jerk, then goes back to kissing and licking your entrance when you need a second. meanwhile he’s stroking your thighs, squeezing your ass, holding you open for his mouth. so focused, so hungry. trying to take care of you too.

you’re staring at the ceiling, mouth open, moaning around everytime his tongue does something new, how he makes out with your pussy like he’s kissing your mouth. slow, deep, wet, thorough. tongue sliding inside you, then out to circle your clit, then back down. he listens to every sound you make and adjusts. when you moan louder he stays there. when you gasp he eases up. he’s learning you, was about time to anyway.

he wants to make you feel good so bad. he wants to show you, prove he can take care of you the way you take care of all of them. not just because he wants to fuck you after, but because he needs to, and because he wants to give you something back. feels like the least he can do. it’s part ego, part genuine care, because chan cares about you.

his assistant.

it’s the hottest thing he’s ever done. eating his assistant out. you’re so lower than him, you work for him, and he’s between your legs. you’re supposed to be the one serving instead he’s on his knees and stomach, giving you pleasure. it feels so fucking good he can barely think straight.

the hand in his hair, you drive it lower to his jaw, just holding it. out of need, out of affection.

he hums, pleased, and goes slower, savoring you, his tongue sliding through your folds, parting them, tasting every inch of you, then circles your clit with it gently, just teasing with the tip of his tongue before moving back down to your entrance and putting his thumb back on your clit.

and let’s think back to how you didn’t get this from jeongin, from hyunjin, (from changbin you probably would have but anyways), they didn’t do it with the main goal of pleasing you, they just wanted a vagina in their faces. chan does this with the main goal of making you, you as a person with thoughts and dreams and a personality, feel good. chan spits on your pussy too now, but then licks it up while flicking his tongue around, holy shit, groaning at the taste.

and chan… chan is kinda scared that if he doesn’t make this perfect, you’ll realize you can get this from any of the others and you won’t need him anymore. so he pours everything into it, every lick, every suck, every sound, he wants to be irreplaceable. he wants to be the one you think about when you touch yourself. he wants to take you away from anyone else the way you’ve already took him away.

“you taste so fucking good.” he mutters on you, into you, voice muffled. then looks up at you. “i’ll give you anything you want tonight, y/n.”

oh?

“mmh, mm..” and he takes your word for it(which was that), takes in notice how your pussy is clenching around nothing everytime he pulls his tongue out.

so he just has to satisfy you all the time, constantly, properly! he slides two fingers inside you while his mouth focuses on your clit. he curls them around, searching and exploring, stroking upwards(if that’s not your special spot he’ll find it somewhere else anyway, but judging by your sounds he’s on a good lead) while his tongue circles and sucks gently on your clit.

your back arches, you throw your flawless little head back, moaning for him. just how he likes to hear.

he pulls his fingers out(already? oh, no, he’s doing something) spreads your pussy open with those shiny fingers, and just looks at you.

wet, swollen, dripping.

his eyes actually flutter.

then he leans in and makes out with your clit. soft, slow, tongue flicking gently, then harder, then lips sucking in, and he slides his fingers back inside, three this time, stretching you open while his tongue keeps working your clit. he curls them, strokes the spot you reacted to and spreads his fingers to cover more, fucks you with them.

he knows how to eat someone out, he’s learned from experience, from paying attention, from actually caring about making his partner feel good instead of just using them. every movement is with a purpose. every lick, every suck, every curl of his fingers is made to pull more sounds out of you. he wants you to feel so good you forget your own name. he wants to be the only one.

he’s also just a man who’s been touch starved for years. hugging innie just doesn’t do it after a while. eating your pussy feels like… coming home. your taste, your sounds, the way your thighs shake around his head, it’s actually calming to a messed up head like his.

he sucks on your clit, gentle, lips sealed around you, tongue flicking softly underneath the hood where you’re most sensitive. he loves the way your whole body jolts when he does that, how your heel kicks at his back, so he stays there, sucking a little harder, tongue pressing down and then pointed, circling, flicking, learning what you like. he’ll need it later. his chin is soaked. his cheeks are shiny. he wants to drown in you.

he’s making love to your pussy.

and looks so cute!! down there but you’re too busy writhing around to pay attention to his cutieful face. when you moan louder his eyebrows furrow in concentration, then his eyes squeeze shut for a second to map you better. when you clench around his tongue his nostrils flare. when you try to grind on his face his lips curl into this satisfied little smile in your pussy, proud of himself. how much he enjoys this, how much power he feels from having his assistant on his tongue.

every moan you make strokes his ego and soothes the constant ache of “am i enough?” that lives in him through every day, every hour. he wants to be special and special for you in particular, and now he feels like he’s succeeding.

you grip his shoulders, so hot and firm but you’re gripping hard, trying to pull him up. “channn, please, i need you inside me— mhm fuck come up here…”

he’s so massive, your fingers dig into the sore spots on his shoulders from all the moving, pressing right on the bruises, but he doesn’t even budge. he clearly notices, but he’s too in the taste of your pussy, the sounds you’re making, how your body is shaking for him, wants to spend a little more time down there. he wants to give you everything. he wants to make you cum on his tongue first. he wants to make you cum before he fucks you.

but you keep pulling, desperate, suddenly not so professional and composed. “chanplease i want your cock, i need it, now—”

oh okay shit he didn’t know it was like that.

in that case, okay!

he smacks away from your pussy lips, leans back in to give your little cunny another long lick with a focused grimace on his face, little more suckling on your little clit before be crawls up your body, whole face shiny with you, and when he’s face to face with you he kisses you.

he pants into the kiss. grips his cock through his underwear to try and relieve the brutal ache. doesn’t work. he’s so hard it hurts, so he keeps rubbing and constantly adjusting while he kisses you, tongue fucking your mouth the same way he was just tongue fucking your pussy.

“you taste so fucking good.” he mutters on your lips. “could eat you for hours.”

you moan into his mouth, hands running down his back, feeling him up so good he shudders above you.

you’re so turned on you can barely think. “chan, i want you, i want you..”

“okay, y/n, okay.” he kisses you again, saying goodbye, calming you, then pulls back. “wait for me. just a second, baby. let me get a condom.”

you whine, batting at his shoulder with one hand, the other pulling at his arm, trying to drag him back down. “boss please i don’t wanna wait—”

boss? y/n, you dirty girl!

he chuckles, breathless, he looks breathtaking, and leans to the side, stretching to reach the bedside drawer. you keep whining, so pretty, your hips moving around in place as you hit his shoulder again, and again, not really hard, just little… taps. he’s taking too long and you need him now.

holy shit what happened to you?

you’re never like this. you were the one that beat brain into chan not too long ago when it was about jeongin, but now under him, you’re just as animal as every human is. you want too. you want just as much as they do, and now you’re expressing it. first time you express it, to the first boy who had you like anything.

chan has never been more turned on, he can’t believe his eyes. his head spins, you’re so hot like this. his calm, puttogether assistant like this for him. begging for his cock. sex itself.

he finally gets a condom, rips it open, and rolls it on while you watch.

your eyes are glued to his cock. holy shit how good the latex looks on him, a hundred times better than it was in your mouth. you express that specifically with “mmh”s and “please”s watching as he strokes himself once, twice, making sure the condom is on right.

it’s been a while since he felt this accepted(and felt pussy in general, and as he would say after more serious sentences like this, lol, or perhaps he’d go with his well known hahaha). this adored. the way you’re looking at him, the way you’re whining for him, the way your body is open and dripping and ready, the human instinct we all have for sex clicks into place. his little heart clicks into place, and he feels seen, he feels wanted for more than just his money and talent and looks and status, he feels like a man.

he leans back down, kissing you, swallowing your little whimpers as he lines himself up.

“you ready?” he breathes on your mouth.

you nod frantically, legs wrapping tighter around him.

“please, chan, fuck me.”

he breathes out at hearing that, and pushes in.

deeeeear god his eyes roll back by themselves.

hm, so do yours.

he goes slow at first, sliding through the wetness he left in you, face shifting in pleasure. when he bottoms out, hips flush against yours, he stays there, on you and close to you, so… intimate.

“fuck… you feel so good.”

you’re trembling under him, nails digging into his back, legs locked around his waist. you feel so full, so wanted, so seen, so needed.

he, slowly, starts moving. slow for now, deep thrusts. makes your eyes roll back. as he moves out you moan, loud, jeongin doesn’t even pass your mind, because it feels too good to stay quiet. chan moans with you through it, him quieter, starting to build a pace that seems to pleasure both of you. though you seem… pleasured enough.

“yeah, myeah…” he mutters on top, holding onto you to fuck you right, to pleasure you right, to pleasure himself.

you moan a “chan.” out oh shit jeongin is kicking his feet together and giggling next room. you moan “harder.” you moan “deeper.” and you take every thrust because you’ve been waiting just as long, under the surface that you don’t even know has an under layer. but it is THE bang chan fucking you, after all.

because chan was made for fucking you. fucks you with a purpose that can be felt, deep, steady, doing his best to drag every thick inch of his cock along your walls and succeeding heavily, hitting that spot after spot inside you over and over until your head is spinning. he’s savoring every second of being buried inside you. the head of his cock nudges your cervix with every deeper thrust, making your eyes flutter and your mouth fall open in a constant stream of soft, breathy moans.

you sound beautiful.

he’s more than grateful to be the one making you sound like this.

everytime he bottoms out a little whimper slips out of you, and everytime he pulls back, you moan at the loss, only for it to turn into a louder sound when he pushes back in. you can’t care about the job you have, about the others, about jeongin, about anything else, all you know is the feeling of his thick cock stretching you open, sliding around in you, how dirty it sounds when he slaps back inside of you and you two’s skins collide, and how he squelches inside of you.

chan is quieter, but he’s not silent. he’s more masculine with his sounds, besides how his cock shlk shlk shlks inside your cunt. little grunts and groans and man moans.

“fuck… you feel so good.” he breathes on your neck. “so wet— jesus, y/n—” jesus and y/n in the same sentence??

he moans softly when you clench around him, hips stuttering to a stop before he gets his rhythm back, desperate to chase the pleasure every human on earth is unable to resist. the wet slap of his hips meeting your ass will be just as unforgettable as eating you out was.

your tits jiggle under him with every thrust, they’re so… soft, breathtaking, in his opinion, and bouncing in time with his movements, he’s hypnotized, one hand coming up to cup one, squeezing, thumb and forefinger rolling the nipple together while he keeps fucking you in those perfect, deep strokes.

the sight of your tits moving like that, soft flesh rippling, nipples pebbled, makes him almost cum, he has to squeeze your whole breast to hold back, groaning.

then fucks you a little harder anyway, watching them bounce.

his hand feels so good on you, he feels so good, your hands start to try to reach for anything to hold onto, and starting at his arms, they end up on his back, the most comfortable.

nails digging into the bruises from all the treatments, pressing right into the sore spots. you’re not trying to be gentle, you can’t be, every deeper thrust(and most of them are in that category) makes your fingers curl harder into his skin, leaving little marks on his already marked up skin.

he hisses sometimes when you hit a particularly tender bruise, but he doesn’t stop you, if anything it makes him fuck you deeper, because chan has some serious kinks that need unpacking. you’ll do that later too, guarantee.

you’ll absolutely do that, fuck him more after this for sure, since his cock is so perfect. flawless, quite literally, thick enough to stretch you open, long enough to reach spots, moved just right to drag on your front wall, then side ones with how he pumps into you. you moan particularly loud when he pulls back completely so that the head is just between your folds, then pushes in again, making you feel how he pops in.

and everytime he bottoms out his smooth, heavy balls press on your ass, twitching when you clench around him, oh how much you love this man now. too bad it will fade once you came.

but now, you sure would like to marry him. how his face moves, that chan thing he can do with his eyebrows and eyes, his nose, how he’s sweating, across his chest and shoulders, muscles flexing and shifting under his skin as he holds himself up and fucks you, how his abs look when you look down. they’re tight, shifting with how he does, his vline leading down to where his cock disappears inside you.

your head lolls back, basically yowling out for him.

then falls back forward, eyes closed at the indirect pressure your clit gets with how his hips grind against you. then falls back on his pillow, your boss’ pillow, almost unable to listen to the squelching as he fucks you. fucks you good.

mind you you’re the one making everything slippery and messy, your arousal is dripping down your ass, soaking his balls, around his cock, smearing his thigh sweat around as you unconsciously move your legs, close and let them drop around his slutty little man hips.

it feels so good your eyes keep rolling back, mouth unable to close, moaning and crying out and whining and yes, chan, please!

he buries his face in your neck, lips brushing your skin, breathing on you, so hot, so intimate. every thrust makes him groan softly on you, but still he’s so focused, so present, every little reaction you give him, every moan, every clench, every twitch of your thighs around him, he notices. he adjusts. he gives you more of what makes you louder.

you’re clawing at his back, somebody help that man(do not, he’s right where he wants to be), nails dragging down the bruises, leaving fresh red lines. he hisses, but his hips snap a little faster, because the pain turns him on even more.

you’re so close, but he wants this to last. he wants to feel you like this for as long as possible.

he looks down at your tits again, groaning, taken aback by how they bounce and ripple under him, god y/n you’ve been hiding all this under those fancy work clothes?, and leans down to suck one into his mouth, really just suck around dumbly because he’s in too much pleasure to properly give attention to them, that’s why he goes back to kissing your neck too.

“you’re so fucking perfect.” he whispers on your skin. “you feel incredible.”

“mmah, chan—“ chan indeed.

your hands slide down to his ass, gripping the firm muscle, men and their little man asses, trying to urge him faster.

he chuckles breathlessly, does his best to satisfy you, but also oh if he goes too fast he’ll cum too soon. so he decides to stay with his main rhythm, he’ll get you there, don’t worry, y/n.

he will, for sure. he’s making your eyes roll back again and again, you’re so close, so fucking close.

only thing that successfully snaps you out of your trance is when chan leans down, capturing your mouth in a messy kiss, literally capturing it, then sliding his tongue against yours while he keeps fucking you. not that only, but he also reaches down between you two and finds your clit(with a little fumbling around, but he got it!) and starts rubbing fast circles.

you actually have to part from him from how loud you cry out at that.

he smiles. that’s what he likes to hear.

his trauma, his loneliness, his fear, all are getting cured real time while he’s with you. when he’s inside you, when he’s buried deep and you’re moaning only for him, it’s healing, what’s in him. no schedules here, no expectations, no fear, just the feeling of your warm, wet pussy squeezing around him, your hands on his back, your mouth on his.

he feels safe. he feels wanted. he feels like a man instead of a machine.

every deep thrust, every moan you give him, everytime you clench around his cock chips away at the armor he’s built. he doesn’t have to be perfect here, he can just feel, he can just take, and you let him. you want him to. originally with another random sex partner, he would also perform, but this instinct disappeared the second you told him you don’t care if he’s shaven. that acceptance is more healing than any therapy or rest day could ever be.

for you it’s simpler, but still works on you. you’re overworked. that’s true. managing eight evil, needy, famous men is a fulltime emotional and physical job on top of the actual work. you’re tired, you’re stretched thin, but it’s not that deep. it just feels good. you can take it, chan can’t take much more.

you like being needed this badly, you like being the center of his world for these few hours, it balances something in you. but that’s mostly it, you have no deep heartbreaking constant trauma to heal. you’re just having fun.

the chemistry between you two makes it easier. it’s blowing the roof off.

you’ve never felt this with anyone else. the way your bodies just fit, the way he knows how to move to make you moan, the way you know exactly how to clench or roll your hips to make him react. it’s like your bodies were waiting for each other.

none of the others felt like this.

with chan it’s different, it’s deep, it’s connected, it’s like every thrust is language.

“chaaaannie fuuck, don’t stop, pleasepleaseplease don’t— so deep— ahhrighttherrrre oooooh my god— don’t stop—don’t, i’m— fuck, chan, chan, please—”

your nails hurt his back but he doesn’t care, he wants to give you what you want, what he can perfectly understand even though the shit you say doesn’t make sense, so he leans back from you to get a better angle on you, fucks you better, devastatingly, ruthlessly. makes your toes curl and your pussy flutter around him.

he’s the one who makes you cum.

the first one.

always has been, in a way.

even that first night when you stopped him, something in you knew he was different. now he’s proving it.

your body locks up, back arching, mouth open, silent, then that turns into loud moans, cries, screams. your legs shake violently. your nails dig into his back as he hits that spot inside you over and over while you cum.

chan groans at how that hurts but fucks you through it, drawing it out as long as he can.

he watches your face, your lovely face, at how your eyes roll back and close and open, how your mouth opens, tears of pleasure at the corners of your eyes, and he finally feels like what he’s been craving to feel like, your first.

you’re amazing.

chan slows but doesn’t stop to keep you enjoying coming down, leaning back down to your neck, your jaw, your lips, murmuring “yeah… myeah.” on your skin.

now he just needs to get himself there too.

he’s been holding back, making sure you came first even though he was ready to bust basically the second he sunk into you, but now he needs it. he needs to cum.

you’re still fluttering around him, sensitive and oversensitive, but you take it. you want him to feel good too.

you clench around him on purpose, trying your best, giving him what you can still give, and not even ten-fifteen thrusts later, chan buries his face in your neck with a loooooud groan, hips stuttering as he cums. his cock pulses inside you, thick ropes filling the condom, in the same time with his balls twitching against your ass, drawing up tight as they empty. he keeps grinding through it, slow, shallow, this of course where his whole body isn’t locked up, muscles trembling.

he stays inside you as his cock twitches with the last weak pulses, forehead pressed to your shoulder, breathing hard.

then, with a tired sigh, he slowly pulls out. so fucking tired he doesn’t even bother with the condom. it stays on his softening cock, full and hanging there as he rolls onto his back beside you.

lying next to each other, both butt fucking naked except… except for his socks, those stupid fuckass socks still on his feet, and the used condom clinging to him. it’s intimate, just like you two always have been.

after a while you hum softly, reaching blindly around for the covers at the foot of the bed. the nakedness feels too much now, the human instinct everyone has all around the world this was so intended to cover up once the heat of the moment fades. chan notices, what doesn’t this man notice, hums back in that tired way of his, and reaches down to help you pull the blanket over both of you.

you mumble a quiet “thanks” as you throw it over your bodies, tucking it around your shoulders.

“anytime.”

…

this is nice.

you’re thinking you should probably go pee, the smart thing would be to clean up, but the thought of walking out there and facing jeongin after everything that just happened(because you’re a 100% sure he did not use the mentioned headphones and didn’t go to sleep either) makes you stay put. whatever. you’ll deal with it later.

chan is only thinking about you. his mind doesn’t have his upcoming things for once. his wrinkled brain has no schedules, no pressure, no guilt about the group or the complicated lines you keep crossing. just you. the way you felt around him. how you moaned his name. how you let him have this without making it weird or heavy afterward. he feels… peaceful. grateful. a little affected by the realization of how much he wants this again, how much he wants you. not just your body, but you, his assistant, 1/1 in the flesh, all of you in for him.

he turns his head slightly, looking at your profile, and lets himself enjoy the simple fact that you’re still here. he wishes this won’t have to end.

then he watches your hand, instead. it’s resting on the bed between you two, palm up, fingers slightly curled. he thinks about grabbing it. just sliding his fingers between yours, holding it, casual intimacy. or maybe leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to your hair, breathing you in. afterglow. he wants to. he really fucking wants to.

but before he can move, you’re already sitting up, reaching for the edge of the blanket like you’re about to get up and leave.

there goes his chance.

“no.” he says quickly. “stay. i’ll get a towel. just… stay right there.”

hm. okay. you don’t complain, just nod, pulling the blanket up higher around your chest and scooting back to lean back.

you look so cute. embodiment of soft, now you’re the one that looks like a little meow meow. tired, obviously, used, looking like you could just photosynthesize away.

chan gets up, legs a little shaky, and deals with the condom first. he peels it off from his softening cock, tying the end with a little quick knot, and glances over his shoulder, sees you watching his back.

he giggles, a little embarrassed but mostly pleased. “don’t look.”

you pull the blanket over your head.

he smiles to himself as he wipes the mess off his cock with a random piece of clothing from the floor, damn, he really should keep towels in his room. his cum is lukewarm and sticky around the base of his dick, a little gross but also weirdly satisfying. he feels proud when he looks at the tied condom in his hand. like okay shit he finally got some play. pure masculine pride, he did that. you let him. you wanted him. he tosses it in the small trash bin by the desk, then pulls his expensive ass black boxer briefs back on, the only thing he bothers with most nights anyway.

he leaves the room, oh look at that the shit you’re making your boss do for you, to the bathroom to grab a towel for you. jeongin’s nowhere around, and chan feels calm. lighter, content.

chan feels really happy!!

when he comes back you hold your arms out and he throws, well more like tosses the towel gently to you. you catch it, and he turns around immediately, respectful king.

how you’re wiping yourself with him in there is… strangely intimate. like really. he’d be down to have this other times too.

“done.” you say.

he turns back around and holds his arm out, so you throw the used towel at him. he catches it, then, the little shit, brings it up to his nose and inhales so loud.

your mouth falls open. “eeew!”

he pokes his tongue out at you with a big, boyish smile, jesus christ he’s beautiful. cheekiness suits him.

he knots his brows together one last time, no reason really it’s just a human thing we sometimes randomly do, and throws the towel into his chair. yeah okay why would you even expect men to have a laundry basket of some sort in their own rooms, genuinely why.

so he climbs back onto the bed, lying down beside you, close, afterglow.

silence is nice now.

he looks over at you. your hair is messy, your lips are a little swollen, your face is natural, and you’re beautiful. this is more than just sex. he wants to do it again, but slower next time.

you on the other hand, can’t wait to go to work next day and bask in the attention of the others too.

“don’t let it get to your head,” you say, saying it so it gets to his head. “but… you’re the first one who made me cum.”

chan’s pretty face stops in place. “what?” he props himself up on one elbow, jesus christ his lips look even better this way. “jeongin and hyune said you were… you know. they made it sound like—”

you shake your head, pulling your mouth into a line. “mm, they didn’t.”

the boy’s eyes almost fall out of his head.

then he laughs, now that’s another thing jeongin can for sure hear from the other room, jesus christ chan volume, but he even throws his head back, one hand over his face, shaking, okay suddenly it’s hot now.

he leans forward, wheezes. “holy shit. they were bragging and you didn’t even… fuck. that’s the best thing i’ve heard all week.” why does he talk so… like this? ugh you can’t even hate him for it, the dick is too good.

and oh how good he feels, he made you cum. him. your first. so this was always meant to be, obviously. see? he can give you something the others couldn’t, this heals his insecurities so good too. and makes them worse, also, because that’s just hyunjin and jeongin you tried. what about the others?? he almost starts chewing on his nails.

and okay, you didn’t plan to tell him, it just… slipped out. but saying it out loud made you feel better about doing this with chan, and you know that it’ll a 100% mean something to him now, this whole thing, even though it already meant lots. but now it’s sealed, if that’s the right word. you got a celebrity wrapped around your finger.

chan watches you, now just wordlessly smiling at you with that beautiful smile. “stay here tonight?”

oh. “right here?”

“right here.” he pats the bed. “in this bed. with me.”

you… think, for a visible while. so chan sits up, goes and finds your panties and bra. throws them gently at you with a small smile.

“here. if you want to, but… yeah.”

you catch them, but you don’t move yet, only bite your lip. okay, well, shit, this is more than just sex but now it’s coming from your side too.

he climbs back over you, god he’s so pretty it hurts sometimes, and leans down and kisses you. slow, putting those angelic lips to good fucking use. no even tongue now, he’s just slow, making you feel that there’s no hurry this night, that you should stay. manipulative fuck. especially oooooh especially with how he cups your face with one hand, thumb stroking your cheek.

when he pulls back you’re both breathing a little faster.

“hm? stay?”

you look at him, try to decide. “uh…” this big, strong, responsible man who just fucked you and is now asking you to sleep in his bed, but you couldn’t possibly for the sake of both of you. “okay. i’ll stay.”

y/n!! what did we just say?!

chan smiles and kisses you again, oh there’s some good lip movement, then rolls off to the side, lets you go when you want to lean away. you pull your little panties up, awkward little position but where would chan mind that he doesn’t even register it as something awkward, then you sit up, hunched over, holding your bra in your hands.

you stop. ugh, you haven’t slept in a bra since the exact second seungmin was born. (exaggeration, you actually had to not too long ago but even that was a sport’s bra and not this!)

“what’s wrong?” chan asks.

you mutter “not in the mood.” and start pulling the bra up anyway, straps up on your arms, yaay torture.

chan is already out of bed, oh fuck’s sake!

you stop with the bra having your tits in it but not clasped yet, which would have been trouble too. but asking chan to do it would have made you two’s relationship even more intimate and close. “you already got out of bed like three times today, chan. sit your ass down.”

“eugh—“ as he pushes himself out of the bed. “no.”

he opens his whatever he keeps his man clothes in and quickly pulls out one of his big black shirts, and tosses it at you.

it lands on your lap.

great, one more thing making it deeper between you two.

you sigh but take it. “thanks.” pull it over your head, you act like a bitch even though it is better than your bra, which you end up putting down on the floor next to the bed carefully, one cup in the other, you’re not an animal, not a man, or whatever these two do in this apartment. you’re sure the window is only open because jeongin opens it because of you having chances of coming over

chan climbs back into bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, now that’s a huge man. so so so hot, oh you’re so down for a second round. maybe that would even make it less intimate, would make this situation better too, just lying side by side, not quite looking at each other.

the hesitation is felt. both of you thinking about it. do we cuddle? is that too much? is that crossing another line?

your hand twitches. his arm moves too but stays at his body.

then chan makes the decision, moves a little, puts one arm out, and looks at you.

you look back at him. you’re hopeless y/n, scoot over and lay your head on his arm.

he settles, wraps his other arm around you, pulling you in until you’re tucked to his chest. he’s so warm, so solid and man and oh how women and men are made for each other.

you turn your back to him, just for comfort, so you reach back and pull his other arm over your waist so he knows you’re not pulling away. you’re just getting comfortable.

he understands. presses his chest to your back, face buried in your hair.

spooning. perfect spooning. your boss.

your boss needs this though, and you’re just the greatest assistant to give the comfort to him, the comfort he so badly needs after years of trauma, the fear of failing, whatnot else is troubling his strong soul.

you’re always the caretaker. you’re doing what you do best now, you two were made for each other, his soul waited for you, and yours waited for him and the seven other dipshits that need this healing desperately.

it’s adorable how he tucks you into him.

and chan is calm. it just took you. his assistant. today’s task is done, boss, absolutely done.

you fell asleep with your boss.

fuck off, y/n. why did you do that?

why did you when you have no romantic feelings for this man whatsoever?

like, you like the chemistry, you like how hot he is, his lips specifically is a big thing for you, the way his body feels, how he fucked you, his company, his personality.

but it’s not romantic.

it’s deeper than lust but it’s not love. it’s connection, sort of, it’s helping each other, but like when you lie awake thinking about him, it’s not about dating him, but about what will you have to do for him for the next time. you just… like being with him.

you get wet. you get turned on. but your heart doesn’t race for him like how it does when a human has developed a crush, you’re not feeling, you’re… enjoying. using. being used. it’s mutual. it’s physical. it’s emotional support wrapped in really good sex. and you’re okay with that, you’re more than okay with it.

chan, on the other hand is catching feelings, really fast.

he got attached quick. like too quick. exactly that fucking happens when someone’s been starving for a new human connection and finally gets one, obviously.

the shit you do for him quite literally hits different for someone like him. it’s healing old wounds and creating new ones at the same time, he’s lying there thinking you’re his safe place, his person, once in a lifetime type of a person, the one who sees the real him and still wants him. halfway in love with the idea of you.

you don’t reciprocate.

you like him, you care about him, you’d be sad if he got hurt. but your heart isn’t racing for him the way his races for yours.

and you’re protecting yourself, you have to. there are seven other boys who need you too. there’s a job you have to do. you enjoy the chemistry, you enjoy the sex, you enjoy him, but you know falling in love would be dumb. if you let yourself, maybe you could, but not now for sure when you’re this… down to earth about it. because chan is not.

and hyunjin’s hotter anyway.

yeah you’re finding that otherwordly dickhead more attractive that the one who didn’t take this night as just sex, and chan’s hot too but not the one your heart chose.

your body chose him though. that absolutely did, we saw how good you two click, it’s all very attractive, very distracting, very effective at making you cum harder than the others have managed, but not the one that takes you off your feet.

you like him, you respect him. you enjoy his company, but you don’t see him that way. you can easily fuck one of the others next, but you don’t think chan could fuck an other woman after this.

he’s been falling in love slowly since that first night you stopped him from going further. everytime you’ve been kind to him, everytime you’ve listened, everytime you’ve let him have you, it kept adding another layer. and tonight, falling asleep with you in his arms after finally getting to fuck you the way he’s been dreaming about? yeah chan is… helpless.

and you know sleeping over was a bad idea, but you did it anyway because it felt good in the moment. because you were tired, because you enjoy sex. so you’re a little selfish too, in your own way.

you know chan is more invested than you are, you don’t want to hurt him, but you also don’t want to stop. the chemistry is too good, the sex is too good, the comfort he gives you, even if it’s one sided emotionally, is too good. so you let it happen, you let him hold you while you sleep, you let him think whatever he needs to think to keep this going.

whatever. worst case he gets his little heart broken. he’ll get over it. (oh you evil slut)(no, really, time heals everything and he’s a grown ass man, anything happens he’ll get over it and you know that)

you like them all, you care about them all, but you don’t feel more than lust for any of them. you can be as naked in their beds as you want to be, but it’s not going to change your life as much as it changes theirs.

hm. you’d be down for hyunjin now though.

even when you wake up the next morning, which you do before him, your first thought is hyunjin. randomly, whatever.

chan is sleeping on his stomach next to you, one arm under the pillow, the other next to his head, which is turned away. the blanket has slipped down to his lower back, and holy fuck what did you do to this man’s back.

it’s covered in red lines from your nails, some of them dotted with tiny specks of dried blood. bruises from his treatments obviously, and the purple lines of nail scratches on his shoulders and the back of his neck.

you sit up slowly, blanket falling to your waist, and stare at it closer, put a finger on the blood holy shit that is blood.

chan stirs, makes a sleepy grunting man sound, then turns his head toward you, eyes half closed and a pathetic wet little bitch. “hm?”

“your back looks horrible.”

he blinks a few times to get his eyes up, then tries to twist around to see it himself, which is obviously impossible. “can’t see shit. bad?”

“it’s… a lot. like, i drew on you with my nails. there’s blood. actual blood.”

“what… the fuck did you do to me?” he asks, smiling,

you shrug, getting your face closer to the lines. he lets you, drops his head back down. trusts you. “you kept hitting the right spot, it wasn’t on purpose, chan.”

“yeah? which spot was that? i’ll make sure to aim there next time.”

“bold of you to assume there’s a next time.” you poke one of the blood spots.

“ow.”

“shut.”

he just looks up with you with those little wet eyes. sleepy chan, vulnerable.

“morning.” he says.

“morning.” you poke his back again.

“ow. abuse.”

“mm.”

chan really didn’t want to but rolls onto his side, facing you, he wanted to get touched longer but his body was uncomfortable in position and it shifted before he could think about it. oh he looks like a wet animal.

chan moves a little, muscles flexing under the marks, wow hot. “you’re this abusive?”

“mm good sex brings it out, a kink y’know.”

he laughs, fuck, you’re the first thing he wants to see when he wakes up. “hm. so it was good?”

you shrug. “yeah. good.”

he makes this satisfied little hum, sounds good. “good to know. i was worried i was rusty.”

“ah, definitely not that.”

he chuckles. “good. ‘cause i’d do it again right now if my back wasn’t on fire.”

“it’s just little scratches.”

“hah try to walk in my shoes.”

“ah, shut up. let’s dress up.”

he reaches for you. “nooo y/n…”

you huff, pushing the blanket off and reaching down to take chan’s shirt off, yeah chan shuts up real quick.

his eyes, straight to your tits. mouth open. completely in a zone.

seriously. what man doesn’t like breasts.

you sigh, yank your bra up from the floor. shove it right into his face.

he blinks, startled, actually jumps a bit, realizes you’re waving it in his face to show him nothing more’s going to happen. “yeah… right. right.” he forces his eyes up to your face. “sorry. they’re just… there.”

“mhm. i noticed.”

you pull the bra back and start putting it on. he watches the whole thing, eyes watching your hands as you hook it(you’re proud of yourself that you got it, sort of, though you do have to pat it a few times to make sure you clasped them right), adjust the straps, settle your tits into the cups.

“where’s my shirt?” you ask.

he thinks for a second, not exactly fresh because all he can think about is tits. “uh… i think somewhere here on the floor.”

“pants?”

“hallway maybe. i don’t remember.”

“okay well shit.”

he gets up, stretching his arms overhead. “i’ll go get them for you. stay here.”

you nod, “thanks.”, sit on the edge of the bed in just your bra and panties.

chan walks out, kinda half hard in his boxers but whatever not enough to adjust yet, goes out to collect your shit.

jeongin so excitedly runs out his room, deflates when he sees it’s chan and not you. “oh. it’s you.”

“yeah. it’s me. fuck off.”

“ah man, i thought it was y/n coming out.”

“go get ready, idiot.”

“tell her i said hi.”

“fuck off.”

chan walks back to his room, shuts the door behind himself, your clothes in hand. successful. he tosses your shirt and pants onto the bed.

“innie says hi, by the way.”

“hi to him too.”

chan climbs back onto the bed, sitting next to you while you’re dressing. watches the whole thing, wordless, oh you’re his assistant! that’s so cute, you’re so cute, aaaand you’re already getting up. shit, not even a goodbye kiss?

desperate to spend more time with you, he gets up to walk you out. did anyone ask him to? no, nobody asked you to, chan! take a hint! okay, let’s not expect him to, he just had sex last night.

“see you later.” he says, watching you take your shoes on.

“see you.”

he gives you a sweet little wave with a smile, gets a simple smile back, then you’re gone.

chan’s smile drops. he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, supports them there as he relaxes his (perfect) body a little. looks around, sighs. it feels weird now, you out. but he’ll see you soon, right? at least that’s what he tells himself to make it better.

he turns his head, tilts it to the side, pokes his tongue into his cheek and gets going back to him room, finally.

jeongin is in the door of his room as chan walks past, why is this guy so comical. an acting career plz. “so… good night?”

chan just flips him off without looking at him, and jeongin giggles, runs after him and jumps on chan’s shoulders, well like hands on it and jumping up in the air, not on chan. “hyuuung— wait up! come on, tell me. what happened?”

oh wait what’s the rough spot under his finger— BLOOD PECKS??? SCRATCHES???

“holy shit, your back—“

“i know, man, get off.” he tries to shrug him off, twisting the fuck around.

“maaaan.”

chan twists, trying to elbow him. “i said get off.”

jeongin wraps his leg around chan’s waist but it slides down, but his arms around chan’s shoulders is enough, god someone tell the kid to take a shower, giggling into chan’s ear.

“tell me everything, how was it? i heard you two being so loud, tell me, please. please, hyung, pl—”

chan tries to walk with jeongin is hanging off him and kicking around. “it’s none of your business.”

“it is my business! we tell each other when we get laid! was it good? mine was good, how was yours?? chaaan!”

chan makes a full 360*(i can’t find the little circle) “fuck off, you’re such a pervert.”

“i’m not a pervert! tell me. was she on top? how did you two do it? did she scratch you like that on purpose? you saw your back, man?”

“no because it’s behind me.”

chan turns and starts shaking jeongin around. two grown men in their underwear (well, chan in socks too), shoving growling at each other.

“ow— stop, you little fucker!” oh daddy’s tone is firmer now. “it was good, okay? really good. she’s… yeah. she’s good at it.”

“i know she’s good at it but good at it how? like, details! did she ride you? did she let you eat her out? i ate her out too and i was like so good at it, come on, hyung, don’t leave me hanging. i heard her moaning so loud. she sounded so hot.” he slaps his arms around next to himself.

“go eat your food and stop being a creep.”

“i’m not a creep! please? just one thing.“

chan sighs. deflates a little. “i fucked her. had her under me. happy now?”

jeongin gasps, hands on his cheeks. “woooooaah”

chan shoves him again. “go away before i kill you.”

siblings in another universe.

jeongin pushes himself off with another set of torturing giggles, backing towards his room, smiling ear to ear. “but next time invite me to watch or something.” fun fact that will happen.

chan flips him off. then he goes to get dressed, you not once leaving his mind.

you start the morning the usual, only difference is that you woke up in your boss’ bed after letting him pound you into the bed(exaggeration, he actually… made love to you?), but will that change the usual outcome? no! you still start with handing minho his coffee(he takes it with a nod and a “thanks.”) fun fact, minho appreciates this, kind of, he started to appreciate you. not in the would die for you way, just lust does this to men, sometimes.

then hyunjin.

“so what do we have today?” he asks, taking his from you, sipping through the straw oh you’re going to slap it out his hands.

“ah, mostly choreo today. and recording, ask 3racha for the details of that. nothing moved.”

he nods. “you’re lucky you just have to show up and hand out coffee.”

okay asshole. got it.

“yeah. super lucky. my dream job.”

he huffs a laugh, lets his eyes stay on your lips. “smartass.”

hyunjin is very satisfied that he gets to fuck his assistant.

felix walks in. “y/n! morning!” he waves with a big, sunny, over the top happy smile.

and when you’re just trying to greet him back(formally enough because he’s still your boss) hyunjin starts going on in your ear about “anyways i was going to leave earlier today—“ so you try to juggle the two, but felix seems to understand, goes on his business too.

“ah, yeah—“ you’re telling hyunjin.

“and how are you?” he asks.

you stop. hyunjin asking how you are? the everwhore actually showing interest in something other than your pussy or his own schedule? hello?

“i’m fine, busy, but fine. you?”

he shrugs, sipping his drink again. “same. tired.”

“ah. get that.”

“yeah. would be nice to go home now.” okay mr small talk come up with something better to keep y/n with you. “you free later?” casual, but the intent is clear.

“i think i’m busy. schedules, remember?”

“yeah. schedules.”

“but i could work something out, if you ask me later.”

“we’ll see.”

he bumps your shoulder with his knuckle that he holds the coffee with, then walks away, other hand in his pocket. now that’s a boy. he doesn’t look back only because he holds himself back from.

and your day goes… bad?? i mean sure bad days happen, but after how good last night was it’s kinda a throw off. the printer in the staff room decides to eat three pages of what you needed on paper, you spend twenty minutes cursing at it, trying to unjam the fucking thing while you’re cramping. not on your period yet, but it will come sooner or later. whatever, happens. you pop two ibuprofen dry and keep moving.

then the a meeting gets pushed back because someone’s flight got delayed. you have to reschedule three other things, call the japan team, and explain to management why the fittings can’t happen until thursday now. one(1) of the stylists is having a meltdown because the new outfits for the next photoshoots for the comeback came in the wrong sizes. you spend forty minutes on the phone with the supplier, sweettalking them into rushing replacements. you almost got invited out to dinner but got them to do something about the clothes without that happening.

then han starts whining about “i can’t eat carbs before practice, y/n, my abs will disappear” while you’re on the phone with some interviewer company. felix loses his phone but you find it under seungmin. minho hasn’t taken his eyes off you for an hour now, which gotta count as harassment.

the whole day is just… shit.

whatever, happens.

at least chan is extra nice and casual to you. you get him water and he gives you a “thanks, y/n. you’re killing it today.” he could give you another round of DICK instead. okay jokes aside he’s doing well with acting casual and professional, respect.

changbin slaps felix’s ass and felix comes to you crying holding his butt. it hurt him. he gets your hand running up and down his back for exactly two seconds before you send him off with a little back pat, he happily goes.

changbin later sits down next to you to talk while you’re writing an email. he’s really fascinated by your email writing skills, he could never.

the night you do get your period though, great, at least that means there was like no condom break or anything for sure, or that’s hyunjin’s baby aborting or whatever. okay, but really, you’re fine.

why does this matter? doesn’t even hurt!

well sure doesn’t even hurt now, when it’s just you and felix in the practice room and he’s in your face.

“ah jisung’s so annoying.” oh so we’re at the bringing other men down to be more appealing to your crush stage. “like he can be funny and he’s a nice guy but he’s so loud.”

“hm, yeah, get you.”

“is he not?”

you can’t make favorites and diss the others, that’s unprofessional. “i don’t know him enough to see what you see, felix.”

he sighs with a sound, he’s so close his breath is on your face then, cold. “ah, y/n.”

he shifts his weight, eyes coming back on yours, then back away.

he’s convinced none of the others wants you like he does. like god look at how fuckable you are, oh how he’d cum aaaaall over your body, really.

at least he smells good this close. but it is kinda… not exactly uncomfortable, but waiting for something type of tension.

“can i… help you with something, boss?”

he smiles, both at the question, and being called boss. that’s hot. he looks away again, biting his lip, then back at you. “there would be something.”

silence…

“if it doesn’t bother you that seungmin might be home.”

god forgive him. he did it. fuck he did it.

your mouth opens on a smile, then you take a breath. “no, it doesn’t bother me.”

felix’s smile is huge, biting his lip on it. “good. you sure?”

“yeah. i’m sure.” you’re so sweet.

“then come over later.”

oh this is nice. “what time?”

“at the end of the day. i’ll… text you.”

“okay.”

his heart drops oh his god he’s actually going to get some play.

“see you then.”

“see you then.” you nod.

and that’s exactly what happens.

hours later, end of the day, cut to felix letting you in, all nice and gentlemanly, trying to be the perfect host even though you both know why you’re here. he’s beautiful, smoothed his hair down though, has the casual boy outfit on, tshirt that’s good material so his nipples don’t poke through, and shorts. he’s such a boy. biiig smile, genuinely happy eyes, such an energy that makes him look innocent.

“hey. thanks for coming. you want anything? water? something to eat?” he says, stepping aside so you can come in.

you shake your head, smiling a little. “i’m good, thank you.”

he nods, sunny, excited, and walks you down the short hallway, we’re guessing you two originally would be going to his room to have this hookup, like with felix this specifically is a hookup, anyways, but seungmin is home, and on the couch.

scrolling on his phone, looks up at the noise. his whole body stops. like actually freezes. his eyes go wide, then narrow because he knows. knows exactly why you’re here. he assumes he’s about to listen to his roommate fuck you, and oh he’s so excited. is imagining what you sound like when you’re really getting it. but he’s more shocked that you’re actually here when yongbok did not fucking mention it.

“uh…” he says, trying to play it cool. he sits up a little straighter. “hey.”

“hey, long day?” you smile.

“yeah… uh. yeah it was.” clears his throat. “you… good?” mind you felix’s brain is screaming at him to bend you over the nearest surface and you’re having small talk with seungmin. it’s a fucking hilarious situation.

“i’m good. take it easy, okay?”

“yeah, okay…”

meanwhile felix is smiling ear to ear and practically vibrating next to you. like put this man on your clit level of vibrating. this is it. he’s finally getting some play. holy shit. his heart is racing, but he’s also… overthinking. he’s a little scared.

“i’ll see you later, boss.” you tell seungmin, so doing the nickname on purpose.

“yeah… see you.” holy shit.

felix only gives seungmin a grunt, then leads you the rest of the way to his room, closing the door behind you, doing everything for you, for now.

alone.

with the felix, mind you. about to engage in a sexual act with him. you feel so lucky, so good about yourself.

he stops in front of you. nervous. excited. overwhelmed.

mostly nervous. he’s trying so hard to be a man about this, but all he communicates with suddenly, let’s consider how good this man does in social situations with other famous people, is “uh”s and “hm”s and shaky breaths. his pretty face is flushed, eyes going from your face to the floor to your lips and back again, his hands tapping his little thighs next to himself. “y/n… i…”

you step closer. you’re just here to help, aren’t you? look up at him with big eyes, voice soft and sweet like always. “i’m here to help. you just have to tell me what to do.”

oh wow.

chan has been getting this service until now? the others??? and he left out on this???

his mouth shakes. his eyes go lower, to your lips, then your tits, then back up, then away again, then back. gets so fully turned on, feels his cock start filling out. “i… uh… i don’t… fuck…”

you put your hands on his pretty face, palms on his cheeks, been a while since somebody did that to him, and kiss him.

just lips pressing to start off with. soft, new. his mouth is so fucking soft. plump, not so moist that they make it look in front of a camera, something he keeps just for his assistant from now on.

he melts so beautifully. like how someone would act it out in a movie, he sighs into it, his muscles lose the tension, his hands come up to your waist, hesitant and not knowing he can touch at first, but he grows the catholic balls and puts them on you, holds onto you by them. his lips part on yours, puts his tongue out a little in hopes of you meeting it, and yeah you do push yours into his mouth.

he moans at that.

he’s a good kisser, though, you guess he had plenty of practice throughout his life. his mouth feels so good, his tongue pulls yours in.

and he can’t believe he’s kissing his assistant. you, someone so responsible for him, is kissing him.

it feels so pornlike to him, the hot, forbidden fantasy of the sweet staff girl finally letting him have her. he’s jerked off to versions of this exact scenario so many times and now it’s real. his assistant’s soft lips on his. her tongue in his mouth. her body is pressed on him. he feels dirty and lucky and so fucking turned on he can barely breathe.

and that you’re below him in the hierarchy yet you’re taking control and he’s the one getting dominated, again, pornlike. erotic.

he’s getting bolder, senses that you let him, tilting his head to kiss you harder, one hand holding your back. a gentle kisser. a loud one too, moans and groans and gasps(all deep) into the kiss lots too.

this is really happening. you’re really kissing him. his assistant is making out with him in his room. it’s the ultimate fantasy. it’s porn in real life. he’s so fucking happy he can barely think straight.

you pull back for a little air, not too far so your lips still brushing, and he chases your mouth with a soft whine.

“y/n, fuck.” he whispers, his eyes half lidded.

“your freckles are cute.” you say softly, almost teasing.

felix registers what he just heard, smiles, shy, boyish, ducking his head a little. he’s just a boy too. “thanks… they’re kinda dumb though.”

you keep your hands on his face, looking up at him. you’re breathtaking. your voice is the kind of voice that makes him always listen. “you know this is all business, right? just… letting you know. there’s no attachment here, i’m helping you because i want to, because you need it, but this isn’t emotional. i’m not your girlfriend. i don’t have any feelings for you. this is just relief for you, i’m doing this for work. i need you to understand that. not that i think you don’t know—”

“yeah! yeah, i know. i get it. yeah. i’m not… i won’t make it weird. i just… i really need this right now.”

“just like i expected you would know. great job, didn’t doubt that for a second.”

he kisses you.

that felt good to hear, so he did what he wanted to do. only right if there’s no emotional aftermath of this(ha). he couldn’t wait another second. the kiss is hungrier now, but he still controls himself. how bad he needs this though.

you let the kiss go on and on. slow then fast then slow again, tongues sliding on each other and meeting and recoiling, lips pressing and smacking, spit swapping. this is more adult than any kiss was ever was with the others.

when you pull back, okay shit you give him last one tiny kiss, then really pull back. he’s so beautiful, and it’s not beautiful like how his face is built up, but how his lips are swollen, eyes glassy and fogged and how they’re looking at you, chest heaving.

you reach down for the end of his shirt, take it off over his head. dear god he’s pretty. such a boy body.

you caress his arm slowly. “sit down.”

he obeys immediately, sitting on the end of the bed, legs spread, looking up at you with those big, pretty, nervous eyes.

you kneel between his legs, hands on his thighs. run them up and down, attentive. looking up at him with your sweetest look.

“i actually paid a lot of attention to you today, felix.” lie, you just say what a man likes to hear. “working so hard. you deserve to feel good. let me help you, okay?”

he nods fast, eyes wide and pretty as he watches you. “o-okay… yeah, yeah…”

you hook your fingers into the waistband of his shorts and start pulling them down. he lifts his hips eagerly to help, he wears gray underwear, that’s adorable! tented with his hard cock, of course.

you run your nails softly over the bulge, up and down, tracing the shape of him through the fabric.

he moans.

“ah, looks good.” you say.

you eye his abs. looking good, he’s sitting in a way that doesn’t quite squish them together but doesn’t exactly stretch them the way it would when he stands. oh, he has freckles on his tummy too.

you lean in and press a soft kiss right above his waistband, right on one of them. okay that was so unprofessional! “these are adorable, you’re so pretty everywhere.” saying it in a way that makes him process it as intimate and not something everyone would say to him without really meaning it.

he whimpers, hands fisting the sheets beside him.

you hook your fingers into his boxers and pull them down slowly. “let’s see what we have here, baby… woooah, there you go. good boy.”

rock hard, you don’t think this is his hardest, though. not big. not like a, micropenis, around between small and average. maybe five inches, nice and pretty, looks straight to you but if you’d take a look at it from the side then it would have a slight upward curve. tiny, really. something someone only notices when eye to eye with it and in love with the man, you’re only checking out one box of those. the tip is a soft pinkish purple, both his skin and his pubes bring out the color of his tip. you put a hand on him to test, foreskin’s easy to pull back and reveal the sensitive head underneath. nice, in general.

“look at you.” you coo, stroking. “so pretty.”

he moans again, head falling back, hips twitching. “that feels good. thanks.”

you try to work something out with his pre while your other hand caresses his thigh. “shh, just relax. i’ve got you. you don’t have to do anything. just let me take care of you. you’ve been working so hard… you deserve this. you deserve to feel good.”

his eyes actually cross. you’re hitting every spot of his with that talk.

you lean in and press a soft, wet little kiss to the tip of his cock, then another, then run your tongue slowly around the head while still stroking him.

he whimpers, then groans, face in your direction to desperately watch you work him.

you take him into your mouth slowly, sucking gently on the head while your hand works the base, take a little spit from where it’s on his cock(which doesn’t particularly taste good, you’d recommend a little better hygiene to him, but it also could be that he hasn’t got any in a while and keeps it clean when has constant sexual life, anyways, not your business, only your actual literal business) and work it down on his base with your hand, listen to him whimpering, moaning, hands fisting the sheets, hips twitching and fucking his tip up into your mouth.

you suck sweet and slow and perfect, making him feel loved and wanted and taken care of. he’s showing his gratitude for it too, panting, moaning softly, one hand going in your hair.

“y/n… that feels… so good…” he whispers.

you pull away, sucking the whole way until you can keep a suction, then keep stroking his cute cock. “thank you, i try.” your smile is so easy.

his cock moves better in your palm now that you have your spit there to help the glide, slipping in your hand, oh you’ve always loved the silky skin texture of genitalia. so sweet that all humans have it, right? especially that you look at famous people like this and know that they have something between their legs just like everyone else has.

you twist your wrist a little at the top, and felix gives you an “ahh…”

you keep the pace slow to make this a really memorable experience, to make him feel something about this. like he’ll be fucking his future bitch and think of his assistant back then type of feel something about this. okay y/n you really make no strings attached difficult for them.

but how could you not when you work like your only purpose on the world is to make his cock feel good. up and down. up and down. sometimes you squeeze a little tighter at the base, sometimes at the top and stay there a bit, sometimes you loosen your grip and let your fingers tease the underside.

felix is a really good sexual partner. not on the mutual pleasing side(like what changbin proved) but he’s a good ego stroker, besides his fame making him seem like an extra person(he’s not) it’s about how much he reacts what you give him. that barely feels as good as chan pounding into you.

his hips twitch and squirm around, and when you give his cockhead extra attention he whimpers. like that specifically always brings whimpering out specifically. there we go, read like the world apple. or like how his cock throbs in your hand, leaking more precum that you spread down his length and make it sound even wetter, that also being a huge tell of how good he feels.

and the best, his face, the way his eyes flutter, the way his mouth stays open, his eyebrows moving, how his jawline looks, how his throat moves.

you love every inch of his cock with your hand. you lean in sometimes and press soft, open mouthed little kisses along his shaft, or even a little kitten lick, but mostly it’s your hand. jerking him off perfectly. the boys didn’t lie about you.

oh shit you even slide back down to cup his balls, rolling them softly before going back to stroking his cock, you really know how to please a man!

and believe it or not, felix feels as lucky for you having him as someone would feel about having him.

“ah, y/n.” he’s longing for you. his thighs are flexing and moving and shifting around you. his abs are clenched, his cute happy trail moving with his stomach and bringing his shape out even better. same about his pubes with his cock, it brings out how his cock is throbbing, the head darker now that you’re working more blood into it, leaking.

everytime you stroke him a little slower he whimpers like he’s in pain, hips trying to chase your hand. he wants.

you don’t only want him to feel for you after this, you want him to feel every single second, you want lee felix to have an amazing, naughty and new fucking sexual experience. you want him to sink into the pleasure, to forget the pressure of having to live like he does, to forget the others and friends and family and just exist in the feeling of your hand on his cock.

you’re worshipping him, his pleasure is the only thing that matters right now, and he can feel it. felix is having the sexual experience you want him to have.

you twist your wrist when you go up, your fingers in a circle and pressing down right under the head, and he moans louder, head falling back, hands fisting the sheets.

“oh god… that— that right there— please…”

you watch his balls draw up tighter, his cock twitching in your grip, his thighs tremble. you lean in and lick a long, slow stripe from his balls to the tip, tasting how he tastes, a lot better now that he turned you on, then go back to stroking him with your hand while your mouth kisses and licks along the side.

your hand glides up and down, twisting, squeezing, teasing, cupping his balls, then starting all over again. you make sure every inch of his cock feels loved. you make sure he feels how much you want him to feel good. you don’t rush, you would never(unless that’s the point like a semi public quickie maybe, eh you’ll get one of the others for that), you just… take care of him.

felix’s body want so much more, his hips start twitching more, chasing your hand, but you pull away to not let him fuck into your fist too fast. you want him to enjoy it. you want him to feel every single second, to get this teasing, to love the teasing.

“y/n… it feels… so good… i can’t… ahh—”

seems like loving the teasing is obvious.

you look up at him, your eyes shining when they look into his, oh you’re breathtaking felix wants to kiss you, and keep stroking him exactly the same way.

this is your job now, this is what you do. it’s not bring coffee and call someone, you make them feel good, you make them feel wanted, you make them forget everything else for a little while. we could say upgraded assistant, but you’re so much more and so much better than an assistant.

and you do it great, felix feels enough from it, from your services. c’mon, most men basically have insecurities about their dicks, it’s only natural, felix is on that side too. lives in the back of every guy’s head no matter how many times he tells himself it doesn’t matter. he’s always been a little self conscious about the size, it’s not impressive enough to him, but you don’t seem bothered by it. like so much that he doesn’t even think you would act like you’re unbothered.

and you really are unbothered. and it can be felt.

look at your hand stroking him slow and sweet, your mouth kissing and licking along his shaft like you genuinely enjoy it, your face in his pubes without a single comment. it’s healing this in him. he feels wanted, he feels enough, he feels like his cock is perfect because you’re treating it like it is.

he even forgets to moan from how much he’s in his head for a second about this, it only comes back when you jerk the tip again.

the ego boost is massive. the relief is even bigger.

you pull away from his cock, lips shiny, and look up at him with that sweet, cheeky assistant look. “how do you want me to make you cum, boss? right now i can offer my mouth, my hands, or my tits—”

“tits.” so fast it’s embarrassing. “tits. please.”

you stop. giggle sweetly. “okay, baby. tits it is.”

so you pull your shirt up and off, letting it drop to the floor. reach behind your back, unhook your bra, and slide it down your arms. your nipples come out hard from the new air and being free and everything that’s happened.

felix’s eyes go wide, mouth falling open. he loves tits. he really fucking loves tits. you can exactly see it by how his cock twitches in front of your face.

with a pathetic little moan, he reaches out, down, and gropes one. squeezes gently at first, then gets into it more, rougher but not on purpose.

you let him. you don’t mind. you run your fingers up and down his forearm, the one attached to the hand that’s fondling you, nails dragging lightly over his skin.

“you can touch. they’re right here for you.” you whisper.

he groans softly, playing with your nipple, eyes fixed on your chest. it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, so beautiful and so much of you, so intimate from a woman, that he’s already(already in the sense of like even chan took more time) debating in his head if this is just business. because if it is, he already knows he wants more of this. he wants to bury his face in your tits. he wants to cum on them. he wants to feel them wrapped around his cock every single time he’s stressed, not just tonight when he’s actually doing relatively good on the stress scale. the thought of this being “just helping” is already cracking in his brain, because he wants to keep feeling like this, because he’s a man.

he spends a long time just touching them. squeezing, kneading, playing with your nipples, watching the way your tits move in his hands. he’s breathing hard, cock throbbing untouched between his legs.

you like the way he looks at you, you run your fingers through his hair, down his arm, letting him enjoy himself. you’re so loving, it makes staying unattached harder too.

after a while he pulls back, his beautiful deep voice shaky. “shit… sorry, i got carried away.”

you lean in and kiss his thigh softly, right next to his cock. “don’t be sorry. i like when you touch me. you can touch them as much as you want.”

he swallows hard. you can see him thinking. debating in his head. is this just business? because you said no attachment but he wants you to look at him like that again, to kiss him intimately like that again, he wants to touch you whenever he wants. he wants… more. like… a romantic relationship.

and meanwhile he’s in his head about feelings, you sit back on your heels and start prepping for the titfuck. you two being on arch opposite sides about this is fucking unreal. you were made for this fuckass men, you were made to join the company now and meet them now and for them.

you spit between your tits, as much as you can and it runs down your cleavage, and rub it around with your hands while felix watches, breathing through his open mouth, cock twitching in the air.

“come here.” you say softly.

he scoots forward on the edge of the bed, legs spread wider, cock pointing straight at your chest.

you squeeze your breasts together. “you can fuck them yourself, boss. go ahead.”

he doesn’t need to be told twice.

he leans forward, one hand on your shoulder, other shaking as he guides his cock between your tits. the head pushes through, disappearing completely between your soft, warm tits before reappearing at the top. he groans at the feeling.

“fuck… oh my god…” he whimpers, hips jerking.

you look down at where he’s disappearing, watching the pretty head push up through your cleavage, slick with spit and his pre. it’s mesmerizing. how his cock looks sliding between your tits, how his pubes outline the whole thing, how he thrusts his dancer hips.

you spit again, right on the head as it emerges, and rub it in with your hands, watch it spread naturally as felix keeps fucking your tits. he moans again, and again, more pornographic.

you keep your head down mostly. you want to look at his face the whole time, you really do, but staring up at him constantly would feel awkward after a while. so you alternate. you watch his cock fuck your tits, then glance up at his face, biting your lip, smiling softly at him before looking back down.

everytime you look up he’s looking at where he’s disappearing, eyes shining and wide open, mouth open, completely lost in the sight. when he catches your eye he smiles back or gives a soft hum, separate for his constant moans. he likes it when you look at him. (because it’s intimate.)

you watch him disappear, mostly. you can’t help it, the sight is hypnotic, his cock and the skin of it sliding through the soft flesh, your tits jiggling slightly with every thrust, the sounds of skin on skin.

you spit again, letting a thick string fall from your lips right onto the head as it emerges.

“fuck… that feels so good…” he whispers.

“you feel so good in there, boss, so hard.”

he whimpers at your words, hips moving faster. “they feel reeaaally good.”

you hold your tits tight for him while he fucks them, listen to the sound of his hips slap the underside and sides of your breasts. you spit on him again when it starts to dry, let the warm saliva run down your cleavage so he can keep sliding easily.

your face is so close to his tummy now. you can see every little detail, the shape of his abs, the way they clench and flex with every thrust, you want to lick those abs, the cute happy trail leading down, the freckles across his lower stomach, #needthat. he’s so fucking hot. the way his muscles move under his skin, how his cock looks sliding between your tits, how he breathes loud and moans and groans and expresses how good you make him feel.

you look up at his face again. he’s biting his lip, eyes on your tits, cheeks red, hair falling into his eyes. he looks so pretty like this. so desperate. so lost in how good it feels.

he looks at your eyes and you smile at him, biting your own lip, then look back down at his cock fucking your cleavage.

“y/n, a-ahh…” he chases the feeling, has to drop the rhythm before taking it back up because it’s too much.

you hold them tight for him, sometimes squeezing them around his cock a little more, sometimes letting them relax so he can slide easier. you spit again, letting it drip down onto his cock as it slides through. the extra wetness makes him gasp.

you watch the anatomy of him up close, the way the foreskin slides back and forth as he thrusts, revealing the sensitive head, then covering a part of it again. the slit at the tip is leaking, a clear spot of pre forming every few strokes before it gets smeared between your tits. the veins on the shaft appear and disappear under the thin skin as blood rushes through him. you wish you could see his balls.

you look up at him again. “you’re doing so good.”

he whimpers at your words, mouth left open, eyes crossing. “pleasekeeptalking i love your voice.”

oh. “ah, thank you. you feel really good.”

“ah…”

“and how pretty you look, felix. much more prettier than the public sees.”

he looks down at you at that. that touched his damaged little heart. the eye contact is electric. you’re getting wet yourself.

your pussy is aching, clit basically longing for this man, but this is about him, this is your job, you’re here to make him feel good, to let him enjoy this fantasy he’s clearly had for a while.

“you’re… so fucking perfect.” he whispers.

oh?

you smile up at him, then look back down. “thank you.” you want him to enjoy every second. you want him to remember this. you want him to feel like his cock is the center of your world right now. “you’re so good at this. makes me think about how else you could use these hips.”

he smiles at that, then tilts his head back to focus on fucking your tits faster. faster, but shallower, is his head even here anymore? the one on his neck we mean, the one on his cock is obviously here, you’re face to face with it when you look down from his breathtaking stomach.

“‘m close, i’m close, y/n—“

“go on, boss. let go.”

you guess pushing your tits together harder is the right move here, letting him use them exactly how he needs, and sure enough his thrusts get faster, shorter, obviously not thought about anymore. confirmed, his head is not here.

then he stills. his whole body locks up, back hunching, head falling forward, mouth left open in a little scream, hips pressed forward so the head of his cock is peeking out from between your tits, right at the top of your cleavage, and a spurt of cum hits your chin.

the next hits your neck, then your collarbone, then your tits. it’s… intimate. it’s not much, but it gets between your breasts too, some of it sliding down the curve of you and dripping onto your nipple. his cock twitches with every pulse, the head flaring as he empties himself, little aftershocks making his hips jerk.

when he’s done he’s breathing hard, eyes glassy and half closed and almost fucking crossed, looking down at the mess he made on your chest. it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. he smiles, bites his lip.

“wooow, felix, good job. you came so much. looks so good. you did so well.”

he whimpers at your words, looking down, clearly loving the praise, and his cock gives one last weak twitch between your breasts.

you smile up at him, drop your breasts. “go get yourself cleaned up, okay? but… do you have something for me?”

he nods quickly. “yeah, yeah, hold on.”

he, obviously body heavier now, reaches over to his bedside table, grabs a few tissues, and hands them to you with shaky hands. “here.” and just when you’re about to get to work on yourself— “i can— i can do it for you. if you want.”

you look at him.

it’s too intimate, way too intimate for what this is supposed to be, too much, you can’t possibly let him do this, you’re digging his poor grave basically because he will get attached after that, he’s a man, he can’t, you can’t let him.

“okay. you can.”

shit.

he, mouth still open, nods and quickly wipes himself, mostly at his softening length and his pubes, quick and a little embarrassed, then throws the used tissue on the bed. average man(c’mon you’d do the same). he grabs his underwear from the floor, pulls it on fast, then turns back to you.

you look so beautiful kneeling between his legs, tits out and covered in his cum.

he sits up straighter, and starts wiping on your tits. it’s so intimate it almost hurts. your skin pulls and jiggles as the tissue drags on it, accidentally grazing your nipples a couple times. he’s gentle, careful, he knows he’s dealing with a woman. then your collarbones, dropping the tissue on the bed, then getting a new one.

you look up at him the whole time he’s doing your chin. he wants to kiss you so bad.

cleaning his own mess off you is almost as good as making it.

this means more to felix than just cleanup, than just sex, even though he really thought it wouldn’t. he wants to keep feeling this wanted, this cared for, this special, because the attention the world gives him is not even close to this special.

he drops the tissue on the bed. “all clean.”

you smile up at him. “thank you.” and reach for your bra, pulling it up over your tits. “can you help me with this?”

“yeah, yeah, of course.”

you turn around, your back is to him, and he hooks the clasp for you, then, holy shit, even smooths the straps over your shoulders.

you pull your shirt back on next while he watches, mind you still sitting there in just his underwear, looking… like a wet little bird because this feels so much more intimate than what he expected.

“thank you. that was… really good. seriously.” he whispers.

you get up on your feet, but he quickly reaches in to help you up, well, with hands on your arms. “you’re welcome, you did good.”

he looks down, bites his lip. “thanks.” he looks so fucking cute like this, just soft and vulnerable and kickable and happy that you let him fuck your tits.

you feel really lucky that you got to do this with him. he’s pretty. he’s sweet. he’s rich. he’s famous. he’s better than you expected.

he puts his hands in his lap. “you’re really nice. like actually nice. not just because it’s your job.”

“i try. i should go now though. you need rest and i have stuff to do.”

he looks up at you, and you can see obvious want for you to stay. his eyes go a little wide, mouth opening like he’s about to ask you to hang out or watch something or just… stay. but he keeps himself in line, he doesn’t want to be a bother, he doesn’t want to be unprofessional.

so he swallows it down and nods, forcing a small smile. “okay… yeah. thank you again. for everything.”

“my pleasure. bye, sleep well.”

“bye.”

when closing his door you pay extra attention to be quiet, in case seungmin went to sleep, he’s so pretty you don’t want to wake him up(yeah that’s the reason you don’t want him to wake up), but he’s still on the couch, exactly where you left him.

he looks up.

you wave to him. “bye.”

he nods. “bye.”

you slip your shoes on at the door and leave the dorm. check your phone.

a missed call from hyunjin.

fuck. if he called to hookup, then you don’t worry about that, with felix rather than hyunjin was the right choice. if not, if he wanted you to do something for him, he’ll say that anyway because god forbid he’ll admit he wants you when the call was 41 minutes ago.

so you ring him. “yeah, hi, what’s up? sorry, didn’t see you called.”

his voice is even more sexual through the phone. “uuh, nothing. i did it myself.”

“hm, glad to hear that. okay then.”

…

you chew on your lip. “you’re sure it wasn’t because…”

“…no, no, i don’t need you tonight.” he does, he’s hyunjin, c’mon he always wants, he just got tired since then and doesn’t want to admit it. and it is late, he needs sleep. at least that’s what he tells himself, because he totally would sleep three hours less for some pussy(some you) but you and him were talking about it today once already and he doesn’t want to be awkward, he thinks his chance for asking for tonight already passed,

“okay then, i’ll go. see you tomorrow.”

“tomorrow.”

“bye.” you say it sweetly.

and he says bye too, but you’re already hanging up by then.

hyunjin takes the phone away from his ear. “…okay.” he stares at his phone by himself, sitting with his legs spread and leaned forward, tongue poking his cheek, his sensitive little ears picking up on changbin’s noise through the apartment. “dude quit FARTING—“

meanwhile seungmin gets up from the couch the second he hears the front door close behind you. walks down the short hallway, knocks on felix’s door, and pushes it open when felix hums back.

felix is sitting on the edge of his bed, just in underwear, hair messy, like you left him but now with this big, stupid, happy grin on his face. he’s been waiting to tell someone.

“bro.” felix says.

seungmin steps inside, closing the door behind him. “so?” and sits on the bed next to felix.

felix laughs, finally, it’s great seeing that on him. “i was so nervous at first, i couldn’t even talk right, and i thought i completely embarrassed myself but then” he leans forward. “she kissed me.”

seungmin’s mouth falls open.

“she did everything. she was super nice about it. told me i just had to tell her what i wanted.”

“and what did you want?”

felix bites his lip, imitates having two breasts and pushing them together, sliding them up and down.

seungmin jumps on the bed.

felix leans forward, laughs and giggles and radiates in seungmin’s face. “it was so fucking good, man. felt so good, warm, soft, wet. she kept looking up at me and smiling while i was sliding between them, she was really nice. i came so fast.” then takes up a whisper. “got it all over her chin and neck and tits.”

“what, no, tell me more.”

felix can barely think of anything else to tell. “i wiped it off her, then did her bra because she asked me.”

“no.”

“yes. and her tits are so soft, man. perfect. it was amazing.”

seungmin, slowly, leans to the side to look at the tissues next to felix on the bed. “those are the—“

“oh—“ felix quickly covers them with the bedsheets.

“oh, ew.”

felix snarls at seungmin. why do men communicate like this?

snarling for them doesn’t mean anything bad though, seungmin still punches felix’s arm lightly. kinda upset that there’s jizz next to him, kinda disgusted of whatever happened on this bed, but so intrigued by the topic. “i heard some of it from the couch. you think she’d let me…?”

“probably. she’s really nice about it. just… helping, you know? like she said it’s just business, i believe her. she’s good at it.” so good that you want to crawl under y/n’s skin, why do you leave that part out, lix? (because he’s still figuring that feeling out, that’s why)

the concept of men living together and being friends is so sweet. like aw they both have balls and live stinky together.

felix and seungmin’s place in particular makes chan wonder how they survive without dying of some mysterious bacteria. you’re lucky you didn’t see the kitchen, the counter is always covered in plates and bowls and empty containers because they look at it and go “eh, it’s clean enough.” the fridge has mysterious tupperware with god knows what growing inside. the floor sometimes has random socks that neither of them claims. the bathroom, don’t even ask. toothpaste splatter on the mirror, towels on the floor, one bar of soap next to the sink that’s been there since they moved in.

the cleanest dorm right now is chan and jeongin’s, obviously it’s because you’re in the picture now and they know women are sensitive about this. so chan’s been making jeongin help keep it decent, who wants to impress you so it’s easy to convince him. before you started getting close it was always a mess, now it’s suspiciously tidy. jeongin still leaves his clothes around but chan picks them up and washes thm.

changbin and hyunjin’s dorm is somewhere in the middle, but changbin is too much of a man(again, look at something messy and think it’s completely clean) and hyunjin just dgaf. then minho and han, their problem is just that they’re lazy. so put down things and steps over it. and the worst is seungmin and felix’s. they don’t see the problem.

well, they don’t see it unless it’s about you. because they want to seem desirable, to make you attracted.

you’re attracted enough though. well, to the situation, at least for sure. you like being sexually desired, especially by pretty, rich men. who could have anyone but keep coming back to you.

on one hand, it feeds your ego. they come to you, that feeds something motherly that all women are born with. that kind of attention from men like them, here comes the other hand, it’s something you probably will want back after this, something you won’t be able to let go of, even though you’re doing the same thing they’re doing, use them for their bodies.

and coming back to the women male biology line, you care about their wellbeing in a platonic, empathetic way, because you’re a woman and women are generally better with feelings, better at reading the room, better at, well, being an assistant too.

side note, men see dirty counters as clean(using their places here as the example) because back when they were cavemen, their only purpose was to hunt. to pay attention to one thing. like, follow the mammoth for a whole day, then kill it, then bring it home, men’s brains lock onto one thing naturally. and women stayed home, then went out and took their lots of kids with them, had to pay attention to each one while also paying attention to which berry to pick but also had to pay attention of where is the animal coming from that can attack them, if that happens then get all the kids and this and that and whatnot, so men’s brains one thing but super successful, women’s brain multiple thing but the success divided between them. that’s why you’re built for this job.

and men like them, they live differently than the men who most people know in their normal, they’re different and harder to deal with, throwoffs, and they have to bottle everything up, so testosterone makes them aggressive, competitive, horny, quick to anger and quick to forget. they suppress everything until it explodes out in the form of sex or violence or ego.

now they can put it out in sex, on you. reproduction drive. it overrides logic the second blood rushes south, that’s only natural, humans want to breed. to spread genes, to feel good, to release the constant pressure of being “on” all the time.

and women are different, and this is about you and how you can feel for them equally, we can copartmentalize better, we can feel empathy even while using a man, we can want their bodies and still feel bad for the scared little boys underneath.

it’s not better or worse, we’re not being sexist here and go into that, it’s just biology and socialization doing their thing.

you’re attracted to their bodies, their voices, the way their muscles move, the way their cocks look and feel, you’re not in love with their personalities, you’re in lust with what they can give you, pleasure, power, validation, and they’re attracted to you the same way, except the constant stress made it easier for some of them for it to explode into love anyway. but the ones who haven’t had you yet, they, definitely don’t see the full you. they see the helpful assistant who also lets them cum.

you’re not as traumatized as they are, so you feel bad for them, see what they had to go through(and there are obviously things you don’t see but assume, things they haven’t told you about and you still feel the empathy that you would feel after hearing those) so you let them use you because you know how badly they need it. women are better with feelings anyway, and you can manage while still enjoying the view.

and the view is fucking great.

you sit in their practice sometimes, pretending to do your work, but really you’re just watching them. notice that han wears it tucked to the left, alright alright, even bouncing a little when he moves during choreography. it’s distracting as fuck!! he’s the reason your eyes are there and not on your work, why you can’t work!(he’s not, you stare because you want to) so you stare at… that a lot.

or chan’s ass, jesus fuck. once he walked past you, gave you a friendly smile(was all in his head about how he fucked you, he likes that) and you turned around to watch his ass while he walked away. you wanted to grab it. you wanted to bite it. you wanted to watch it flex while he fucked you, while he did anything. the man has no right to have an ass like that, chan’s ass will be yours one day.

felix bent over for stretching one day and holy shit, those ass, the way the fabric stretched over his cheeks, the legs and his package’s bulge between them, you almost grabbed yourself. you wanted to drop to your knees right there and bury your face between those cheeks. if he’s into titfucking then that must be on the table too, right??

sometimes you watch minho eat and dear god how his mouth moves, how his jaw works, the way his tongue flicks out to catch a drop, the way his lips wrap around the straw when be drinks something…could you make him suck himself off? ah that would require -2 ribs, doesn’t matter, the fantasy is still nice, you want that jaw under your hands.

changbin when he’s semi hard(which is often when he’s around you, a man can’t exactly shake off a sexual experience just like that), you pay so much attention to their prints, you know the differences so well by now. and the fact that you’ve seen his hard and up close too helps you to tell exactly what’s going on between his legs. god you’re a creep but it’s so attractive that men have things hanging between their legs and it works and blood goes there then not then they pee with it then cum then ah holy shit. men.

seungmin has this habit of poking his tongue into his cheek, oh you want to lick it. like lick his cheek. all over his jaw, in his ear, neck and skinny collarbones to shoulders, down down down until you reach his cock, kid you not you might even lick his legs.

hyunjin smirks at you sometimes and it makes you want to slap him and ride his face at the same time. that evil pretty mouth saying mean things while you sit on it. his mouth is unreal, you want it on every part of yourself, that’s the only time he should open it. that man is his mouth.

jeongin’s whole neck area. you’ve been around it when you were riding him, but that man looks so good. he’s built for women, built for you. to please your eyes with his smile, face shape, body, dick. level of attractive where you ignore that he’s dumb and probably incapable of mature relationships.

they don’t know you think this, of course. they don’t know you know them so well by observation, what you think about them, that you know you could have any of them and they’d say yes in a heartbeat, literally you’d just need to snap your fingers and any would be at your feet. some from feeling(chan, jeongin but he’s unaware, and felix is still just developing it), some from just wanting to fuck you(hyunjin but he likes you as a person too, and the others).

so it’s really just animalistically wanting each other. okay no these men are worse than animals, hyunjin just threw a water bottle across the room because he missed a step, jeongin is laughing at hyunjin but in that mean provoking way, han is play fighting with felix who is slamming into him hard enough that they both almost fall, chan is rolling his eyes at them about to fucking explode from stress, changbin fucking gave up and is standing on the side arms crossed and waiting for the others to fucking finish being pissy little kids, seungmin about the same he’s fed tf up, minho is in front of the mirror and checking himself out but pushes han when han goes up to say something to him.

they’re… violent. that’s what you noticed. not in the “murder someone” way (usually), but they’re no different from most men on earth, no matter how much the company shows that they are.

take how minho just showed han for no reason at all, how they yell, slam doors, punch the air, grab each other so hard and hurt when they’re “playing.” they throw things when they’re annoyed, they bite their lips until they bleed, and what you were face to face with, they fuck like they’re trying to… punish. you? themselves? the world?

yeah because they’re high testo mammals who’ve been trained since they were kids to suppress every natural urge except performing, they can’t fight, they can’t fuck freely, they can’t even rest properly, so all that aggressive, competitive, reproductive energy has nowhere to go. it builds up. it comes out forcefully, in hurting words, in rough touches, in the way they slam into each other during dance practice, testosterone makes them quicker to anger, quicker to physicality, quicker to want to win at everything. evolution made them to compete, to protect, to fuck, to survive, modern fame took all those outlets away and left them with microphones and cameras and having to act cute.

it must be fucking torture.

so you let them, of course. like a good assistant, take the weight off their shoulders.

you’re going to do exactly that now. since you’re in the studio with chan and han, sitting behind them on the couch, on your laptop. they’re at the desk. they’ve been at it for a while.

then chan leans back in his chair, stretches his arms above his head, and looks over at you. “hey.”

you look up. “hi.”

“what did you end up doing for lunch? you disappeared for a bit.” making small talk i see?

you smile softly, you’re such a gentle woman. even han can’t help noticing that when he looks back too. “just grabbed something quick from the cafeteria downstairs. how about you two?”

han sits up a little, resting his chin on his palm. “i had that protein bowl again. it’s boring but it works. my trainer’s been on my ass.”

chan nods, rubbing the back of his neck. it hurts. “i just had whatever was left from yesterday. i made it when i was doing jeongin’s laundry. he left his stuff everywhere again.“

you nod. “he’s lucky you do it for him. does he at least say thank you?”

“sometimes. when he remembers. he’s a good guy, just… scattered.”

jisung pouts. “oh my lizard escaped again last night. i found her behind the couch. spent twenty minutes trying to catch her without stepping on her. minho didn’t even help.”

you tilt your head. “she’s still doing that?”

“yeah. i think she likes being out. or just hates the tank. i don’t know.”

chan has his pointer finger on his chin, just fidgeting. “lizards get bored too.”

“yeah, maybe, i’ll look into it later.”

“look into my shoulders. they hurt.” chan says. “can you two check it out? just for a second.”

you and han exchange a glance, then both get up.

“yeah. come on, hyung. sit up straight.” jisung tells him.

chan stays working on the laptop with one hand while the two of you dig into him. han takes the left side, you take the right.

his muscles are rock hard.

han straight up elbows into chan. “here? or here?”

“mmm, there. right. yeah.”

you press your thumbs down and he hisses through his teeth.

“harder.” he mutters.

so you go harder. han does the same. sometimes you’re both elbow deep in chan, like, in the muscle, you’re elbow deep in the muscle, not… him. you wish. okay anyways, you lean your body weight into him, oh that’s sweet. chan just keeps working, only grunting every now and then when you hit a particularly bad spot. so it’s mostly quiet except for the occasional low “ahh… there” from him. that’s… getting you wet.

“right there.” chan mutters, closing his eyes. “yeah… fuck, that’s good.”

you bite your lip. and, well, press deeper, since that’s an assistant’s job, to help. “you really are tight. when’s the last time you stretched properly?”

“been a while.” chan says.

han hums. “by the way, y/n… i.n told me something weird this morning.”

you keep massaging. “hm?”

“yeah. he said he saw your underwear.”

you freeze. “what?”

chan nods. “yeah. he said when you bent down to plug in seungmin’s charger yesterday, your shirt rode up a little and he saw it. he told me too. he was all red about it. kept asking if i thought it was on purpose.”

you stop. “he said that? really?”

“mhm.” han hums. “said he felt bad for looking but couldn’t help it.”

chan nods, still staring at the laptop. “yeah. he asked me if he should apologize. i told him just keep it to himself. didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

han watches your pretty face. “black.”

oh that’s horribl— …you wore white yesterday.

oh. they’re just fucking with you.

just… really believable. and don’t mind if by chance you’d actually believe it, saying that about their poor fucking friend is no big deal to them either. they’re boys. but yeah, we already talked about this, they’re that good actors. you wouldn’t even have noticed if han didn’t fuck up with guessing the color wrong. he went with black because that’s the most basic, best chances.

so years of lying with straight faces about everything from diets to people to feelings to opinions, they know how to.

you smile. “you’re lying.”

han acts like he just can’t believe you said that. “no we’re not.”

chan rather doesn’t say anything.

“i…” are you going to talk about your underwear to your bosses? “i didn’t wear black yesterday. and he wasn’t even in the room when i plugged that charger. you two are just messing with me.”

han slaps chan’s shoulder(who gives a little “ow :(“) “yaah, y/n, you caught us already? we were so close!”

chan glances over his shoulder at you. “worth a try. he actually said nothing. we just wanted to see your face.”

you dig your thumbs harder into chan’s shoulder as revenge. “i actually believed you for a second.”

han smiles, it’s beautiful. “yeah, but felix did say your hands are magic. said he’d let you massage his feet any day.”

you slap chan’s shoulder, why does he always get the hit? “i don’t believe you anymore!”

chan nods. “minho told me in confidence that he wants you to read him bedtime stories. said your voice is soothing.”

you dig your elbow harder into him, making him groan. “shut…” quite not formal how you’re talking, no? “up…”

han laughs that rich laugh. “aah, y/n, don’t be like that. but innie did say he thinks you’re pretty. he said it yesterday. and he told me he likes when you wear the black jeans because—”

“stop. you’re still lying.”

chan looks up at you two. “no, he did ask me if you were single once. true story. i told him to mind his business.”

“now that one i almost believe.”

“good, because the next part is that he said he wants to buy you dinner.”

“lie.”

“no, it’s not.” han says, leaning onto chan’s shoulders. “and felix said he dreams about you every night. another lie. or is it?”

“you’re both dead to me.”

chan chuckles. hot. “and hyunjin told me you once muttered idiot under your breath when he asked for a towel. he said he heard it clear as day. keep going, by the way. left side is still tight.”

you stop anyway in shock. “wait… did i?”

han shrugs.

“come on, is that true?”

chan rolls his shoulders to remind you. “we’ll never tell you.”

you dig both thumbs into his muscle. “come on. just this one. lie or not?”

han shrugs, acting all innocent, digging his elbow deeper into chan’s shoulder. “not telling.”

you slap chan’s shoulder, obviously proper enough because he’s your boss still but also hard enough to make him go “oow.” again just longer, and step back, start packing your shit. “i’m done with both of you.”

chan turns in the chair, rubbing his shoulder. “where you going?”

“yeah, where?”

you sling the bag over your shoulder and look back at them. “to suck myself off. where do you think i’m going?”

“what about chan?”

“he’s gonna have to suck it for himself.”

you leave them like that.

god why are you funny? like… how sarcastic you are, it’s hot. humor is sexy. you’re sexy, fuck off why did they have to get an assistant so sexy?!

han licks his lips after you leave, and chan puts a hand over his mouth, fidgeting around. both very aware of how hot you are. then he slaps chan’s back and goes back to work.

you step out into the hallway, close the door after yourself, when you almost walk straight into jeongin.

“y/n!” oh how he smiles. “hey. i was looking for you.”

“hey. what’s up?”

he rubs the back of his neck, a little shy but… clearly determined! “um… i don’t know. just wanted to talk some, i guess.”

you look at him.

he looks at you.

“can i take you out to dinner?”

…oh!

so that one the two weren’t lying about.

you look at him for a while, thinking, how… young he looks, the biiiig eyes, the hopeful little smile, how he’s shifting his weight on his pretty legs.

“…okay. i’m down. but not nowadays. don’t count on today or tomorrow, but yes. we’ll figure out a day. thank you.”

his mouth is in a little o. “really? hah, okay. yeah. just… whenever. thank you.”

you give him a small smile, wave to him and say goodbye formally enough, then go back to your little job. the rest of the day is still here.

why did he invite you out? because the sex was so good that it’s hard to separate it from feeling. he’s not built for that, he’s a boy, so he’ll want to make you a girlfriend-but-really-just-to-always-have-someone-to-fuck thingy.

but if this was true… then you must keep an eye out for the others too during the day. you need to know what was true, and this is your chance to figure it out.

so everytime jeongin walks past you find yourself checking if his eyes drop lower than they should. everytime felix looks at you and away, you wonder if he really said that about you. and…. okay, deep down you know chan and han were just fucking with you, but still. the idea that someone might have seen your underwear. the idea that they want your hands on them so bad. the fact that jeongin wants to take you out to dinner. it crawls under your skin so easily, because more could have been true too.

but the day itself is… nice. hyunjin is a little nicer than usual, as a start. but still, just more than usual. he’s still a bitch, but he said thanks once today.

you know exactly why, he wants to fuck you again, but if that makes him slightly more tolerable, then sure.

and chan is also nicer, but we know why’s that. “thank you, y/n” you’re welcome daddy, it was a pleasure taking your dick. that obviously just changed something between you two. well, it was expected, but still. being the favorite staff member of the leader is a pretty fucking amazing feeling.

when you hand him something he brushes your fingers on purpose and says “appreciate you” or something. now that’s something he just recently picked up.

you’re so crawling the rank up.

pretty proud of yourself for it too.

you talk with seungmin a little during a break. like you sit next to him and ask how he’s feeling, he tells you he’s okay, like a good assistant you ask if he needs something, no he doesn’t, you tell him to stretch more, he says okay mom. smiles too.

han, everytime he walks past you, smiles at you, raises his eyebrows. he’s been getting cozy with you lately, he loosened up a little. so is acting all teasing and then laughs when you glare at him. you have to look away so you don’t smile. professional, always.

felix wants to talk to you. doesn’t have the balls to. smiles and waves at you, though. hi.

jeongin waves at you everytime he sees you, biiig boyish smile, he just looks happy.

changbin acts so sweet when you give him something. total your dad’s nice friend who your dad asked to pick you up energy. oh you just know he’d be an amazing girl dad. who knows, maybe you’d even be down to carry that poor kid for him. wait, what?

minho, when you pass him a towel he holds your gaze and gives a nice nod. jump me zaddy.

but at least it was a tolerable day. long, but okay.

now you’re packing up, it’s late, just you, han, changbin and chan left. you’re stuffing your laptop into your bag, getting your shit, ready to go home and, like, collapse.

“bye, guys. get some rest.” you tell them.

han waves. “bye, y/n. don’t die on the way home.”

changbin looks over at you. “bye. thank you for today.”

chan looks up. “bye.“

you leave them there, and you’re three steps down the corridor when you hear the door open again behind you.

chan catches up. his hand finds your hip, oh, guiding you a little closer to the wall. he looks around once, left, right, making sure no other people are nearby then leans in.

“you free tonight? want to…?” tilts his head, raises his eyebrows. want to fuck. want me to take you home. want me inside you again.

you look at him, those shoulders, the tired little panda eyes, how he’s touching you. “yeah. but i can only offer upper body.”

offer

his expression flinches a tiny bit.

so to you it’s still just sex. still just helping. still transactional.

oh. that… hurts him. he’s past that. he’s been past that since he sunk into you.

he wants you to want him, not just the sex. the fact that you’re still framing it like a service… makes him sad.

manchild.

he swallows. “why only upper body?”

“i’m on my period.”

“i don’t mind that.” he winks.

your pretty brows furrow, oh how he like seeing that. “you mean…?”

as an answer he lifts two fingers and flicks his tongue between them. oh there’s no mistaking that gesture. he’ll eat you out period and all.

oh.

oh shit.

this man wants you to be his woman.

this proves that, because most men would not be down to do that. like for an example hyunjin would say ew if chan told him about this interaction. chan is offering to put his mouth on you while you’re bleeding, he wants you enough.

shit that’s hot.

“c’mon. i could eat you out. make you feel good. you wouldn’t have to do anything. just let me.” he whispers, smiling.

tempting.

but you… look tired. he can see it. you’re leaning against the wall more than standing, now that he’s looking, and he can read these because he can read the kids. he doesn’t want to pressure you.

so he pulls back a little. “actually… you should rest. you look exhausted. go home. sleep.”

and there we go. restraint, care. he would have loved to do it, he’s so turned on by the idea of eating you out, and doing it while you’re bleeding would maybe make you a little attached to him and impressed by him he thinks, but he forces himself to put your tiredness first.

you nod, a little breathless, a little thrown. “okay. thank you.”

he pats your hip and steps back, gives you one last long look, signaling that he so would be down for it, then waves, turns and walks back toward the boys.

god, it was a good idea though. but he’s right, you’re tired. you’ll go home, now.

chan walks back into the room looking a little frustrated. drops into his chair, runs a hand through his hair, and… “i asked y/n if she wanted to have sex again tonight. she wasn’t really down for it. i… need her though. she’s so pretty when she’s under me. cute too. i really wanted it.”

han sits up straighter, eyes big. “you asked her just now? in the hallway?”

“yeah.” chan leans back, staring at the ceiling. “she looked tired. i told her to go rest. but man… i need it. her body is insane. i keep thinking about the last time.”

changbin hums, nods. “next time for sure, man.”

chan huffs, leans forward. “she’s on her period, i told her i didn’t mind, even offered to eat her out, but she didn’t look thrilled by it. what did i do wrong?” that was supposed to be… private, chan. she told you because she trusted you with that information. but it’s okay, miscommunication happens!

let’s just hope you don’t find out he told them that, you’ll get sick of him then real fast.

“nothing!” there goes han into his defending a point mode. “you did all you could!” then he thinks about how dope period sex is. “…you should’ve pushed a little. maybe.”

“next time don’t let her go that easily.” changbin tells him.

chan sighs, staring at the two. “yeah. i know, okay.”

then han looks at changbin, and bin gives a tiny nod.

so han clears his throat. “actually… we wanted to ask you something.”

and what did they ask?

jisung and changbin want to have sex with you too.

and they’re both too scared to ask on their own. “but you already sucked changbin off once—“ but that’s different! actual fucking is a big thing compared to that.

but they’ve seen how chill you are with chan, so their idea is that maybe chan could initiate something. get you in a room with all three of them. start things himself. and then… the other two join. a foursome. all three of them on you at the same time. everything. and they don’t want to pressure you, they just want chan to open the door so they can walk through it.

chan’s more than down.

how could he not be? you in the middle of the three of them, overwhelmed, moaning, taking them one after another or all at once. it turns him on so much.

but… what if you like one of them better than him? what if they’re good and it makes you forget the way chan makes you feel? what if there will be a point he’s not the favorite anymore?

but he loves these boys. and he already knows it’s inevitable that sooner or later the two are going to end up in your bed with or without him, better it happens with him there the first time. better he gets to watch, better he gets to be part of it.

“alright. i’ll figure something out.”

there we go.

yeah, chan is a tad bit too traumatized and attached to go through this without any feeling like the two expect him to be. well by attachment we don’t mean love, so he’s not in love but really is attached. and because he’s attached, he needs you.

needs you as a person.

sex with you is amazing, but oh how he’d like to pour his heart out to you too.

but where are the others about you?

maybe it’s the wisest to start with felix because felix is cooked. well, not ruined yet, but it will obviously get worse as time will go on. since he had you, every night since, he’s been locked in his room with headphones on, scrolling through “girlfriend lets me fuck her tits.” porn and jerking off and then gets the most unbearable religious guilt from it.

yeah the big catholic but also is selfish and sees you as a pair of perfect tits that happen to talk. religion makes him feel better about how hurt he is, and also about what he does with you now. it also makes him feel worse. nauseous, his chest hurts.

he starts resenting the others for existing near you. looks at them disgustingly when he sees them interacting with you, and on top of that to make him even more irritated, he keeps getting hard at the worst times. at practice, talking with a friend, in the shower, because you’re in his dumb mind.

he’s getting more and more desperate for having sex again, no animal(and humans are animals) can resist the instinct of pleasure, no matter that the most evolved ones made a god and judgement up, everything will want to participate in the act of reproduction. (if we don’t count the sexualities or disabilities in that make that different, of course, which is totally normal and okay and natural to have :) )

it makes him restless. he keeps thinking about asking you for a second round, maybe longer this time, maybe ask you for other things because you communicate so good, but he’s also scared that if he asks too soon you’ll say no. but if you say no, he’ll just wait until you’re tired enough to say yes.

deep down he’s lonely. makes things up in his head to live. that comes out like this, or other ways.

then hyunjin. hyunjin thinks about you constantly, that’s only natural because you’re such a big thing in his life right now and a huge change, and he thinks it’s just good sex, that you’re down like any fan would be, but c’mon, repeated exposure to you will easily indicate a whole crush.

and hyunjin is already a sensitive little soul, one wrong word and he’s wrong for days, so being in love again will change his days. make him more easy to get irritated, and that the boys will notice.

is he aware that he’s this easy for you specifically? no, not really. what he knows is that he wants you on your knees again, wants to hear you moan his name, wants to leave marks so the others know, but… it would be nice if you stayed after, maybe for a movie. that you two could fuck again during. or a bath to clean up. fuck again?

each of these go back to sex in his imagination, but the root of them is always you staying a little more with him.

and jeongin. jeongin’s really into this current situation, really into the fantasy of assistant lets boss fuck her. plus accepting the dinner invitation enabled him, his dumb little brain took that as green light for everything.

he’s inexperienced and a little religious guilt ridden and so eager. the sex was already great, now the idea that you might sit across from him at a real table, just the two of you, makes him have to jump out his skin from excitement. (but he’s also scared he’ll say something stupid and ruin it. but that’s only natural to worry before dates. well, date to him, because jeongin wants it to be a date, wants to show you he wants to buy you food and other things with his lots of money that you must be so attracted to. like yes you need to see how manly he is and how big his biceps are and how much he’d do for you. aka, to treat you like a girlfriend. would you want to be his girlfriend? he thinks that’s a nice thought.) (he should also fuck off and go back to work)

to take you out, buy you food, make you laugh, then maybe get to touch you again after. he’s already imagining holding your hand. he’s already imagining telling the others “she’s coming to dinner with me.”

he’s just… too much, too fast, has no understanding of how heavy this is for everyone else. focuses on himself only. he wants your time, your attention, your body, and he doesn’t understand why that might be a problem.

han just really wants pussy. for now. he’s watched the others get pieces of you and now he’s hungry, they got his appetite up. he wants to feel you around him, he wants to hear the sounds you make when someone is inside you, he wants the physical release and the ego boost of knowing the girl everyone else is obsessed with let him in too. the fomo is eating him alive.

he doesn’t care about your mood for it or your period or your tiredness or your boundaries unless they get in the way of him getting what he wants.

seungmin. seungmin thinks about you during the day more than he admits. when he does a good move in practice he looks for your face in the mirror. when he gets a compliment he wonders if you heard it. he wants someone else’s approval, someone who isn’t paid to hype him up, and you’ve become that someone without even trying. he wants you to see him do well. he wants you to notice him as a person.

he wants to fuck you, yes, but under the lust, just like for every man, is this need for someone to see him do well and say “good.” he’s deeply insecure and you would help out so much.

changbin about you, he obviously deep down appreciates that you sucked him off, everytime he sees you he feels a pull, the wish to be close, to be held, to be allowed to need someone, to have sex. the fact that you went and put him first. without asking for anything back, mind you. he’s grateful and attracted to you. this later will result in him being needy, though, and if chan does make that foursome work, that’s only going to make it worse.

minho just wants to fuck. he looks at you and his body reacts. he wants to put you on his cock and watch your face while he moves. he wants the physical release and the power of it that he so much likes in sex. so he sees you, he wants to be inside you, end of story.

already let the others in, so why not him.

so, which he knows how to do(and every human naturally does even if not aware of it), is sex. get inside you, use you, finish, leave. that’s what he wants now.

they want your body, your attention, your calm, your holes, your approval, and they want it on their terms.

that’s also shown by what the two just asked chan. he sits with it for a while after jisung and changbin leave him alone with the idea.

you offered him upper body. he wants to give them more than just your mouth. sucking three of them at the same time sounds hot as fuck, the pure fantasy of you on your knees with all of them around you, taking turns, watching each other, they’re all into it. of course they are.

chan wants his boys to actually fuck you, he wants them to feel what he felt, the heat, the squeeze, how you look when someone’s inside you, he wants to watch, he wants to be part of it, problem is, you’re on your period. turning him down like that means you’re not down for full sex while you’re bleeding. so three of them at once? yeah, no. he’d be an asshole to even float that right now.

so he starts thinking, when did it start? he doesn’t know. you didn’t say. and he can’t just walk up and ask “hey, when does your period end?” without sounding like a complete creep.

so he has to guess. a week feels safe. most cycles he’s vaguely aware of last about that long. but what if yours is longer? what if it’s shorter and he waits too long and misses the window? what if you’re one of those girls who spots for days after?(not like he’d mind) he has no fucking idea and no way to find out without making it weird.

then felix opens his big fucking mouth. a couple days later, he tells the others about what you did for him, every tiny little detail, and chan, while as happy for him as the others also are, realizes that you let felix do that while you were (probably) still on your period. upper body only. same rule you gave him. so the timing lines up. that day with felix was likely still during your cycle.

which means if he waits a full week from the night he asked you in the hallway, he should be in the clear.

he settles on it. one week. one week, then he’ll try.

would be easier if han and changbin weren’t on his dick about it the entire fuckig week.

“hyung, did you ask her yet?”

“it’s been four days.”

“five days.”

“you said a week, it’s almost a week.”

“so? you ask her yet?”

“we’re ready whenever.”

“i jerked off thinking about it last night. when are you doing it?”

“if you’re going to ask, maybe soon?”

chan kept telling them to shut up and wait. they didn’t. they texted him at night. they found him in the hallway. they made little jokes in front of the others that only the three of them understood. by day six chan was ready to kill both of them. by day seven he was done waiting.

the plan is simple. tonight he asks you to hang out with him, han and changbin at han’s place. he tells you minho won’t be there (he doesn’t tell you han sent minho to sleep over at a friend’s). and he double checks that you can do actual sex this time. if you say yes to that, then the door is open.

end of the day. most of the people are gone. you’re packing your things when chan walks up to you.

“y/n. you free tonight? me, jisung and changbin are hanging out at jisung’s. lee know’s not gonna be there. you wanna come?”

you think for a bit. what could this be about? “sure. i can come for a bit.”

chan nods lifts his head to look around, chewing on the inside of his mouth before looking back at you. “okay. and maybe after that… if you’re down… we could… you know.” he tilts his head. have sex again.

“yeah. i’m down.”

his shoulders loosen, so good so far. “you good for… everything this time?“

you know what he’s asking. “yeah. everything’s fine now.”

that’s all he needs. he’s clear.

“alright. we’ll see you tonight then. i’ll… text you.”

“okay, bye.” you’re so sweet even while you say goodbye so proper and respectful and yes god he’s going to fuck tonight!!

you arrive a little after nine. han opens the door looking so fucking good, all comfy and homey, fresh, obviously took a shower not too long ago.

“y/n! hey, come in.” he says and steps aside, smiling ear to ear.

while you take your little shoes off, he watches you, the top of your pretty head, his mind so full of what he’s gonna do to you.

from the little living room at the same time: “hi, y/n!” “hey.” bin and chan, of course.

you call back a soft “hey” while jisung waits patiently for you to finish with your shoes. once you’re done he starts with the “kitchen’s right here, tell me if you want anything.” he opens the fridge door for a second so you can see in, average men fridge with a few things in it that he and minho live off, then closes it, walking you away. “my room’s this one.” he pushes the door open just enough for you to glance inside, small, clean kinda, bed made, literally what we see in his lives and videos. “that’s richard. hi.” closes the door. “and that’s minho’s room.” he nods at the closed door across the hall.

“where is he tonight?”

“at a friend’s. he won’t be back till tomorrow. bathroom’s here if you need it, living room’s where the others are. that’s pretty much it.”

“ah. cute.” pretty similar to what the others have, of course.

he’s an angel of a host. the whole time he gives off such a fucking good aura, making sure you feel welcome. he offers you water, juice, soda, “seriously, whatever you want. i can make it real quick.” (fun fact these men would totally drug you if it ever crossed their minds and they thought they could get away with it. it’s not in the plan tonight, but still, worth to mention)

“come on.” he says, tilting his head toward the living room. “they’re waiting.”

chan is on the couch, changbin sitting in front of him. both look up when you walk in, and the air in the room changes. because both know why you’re here.

“sit. get comfortable.”

you do, you sit next to chan, you know him the best anyway, and han sits down next to changbin. he really wants to sit on your other side, but this is chan’s job now to get things started.

“so… what’s up?” you ask. “what’s the occasion? you three just randomly decided to invite me over, didn’t… expect this.”

han so tries to play it cool. “what, we can’t just want to hang out with you?” doesn’t succeed.

chan watches you, god, he’s beautiful. such boyfie(incapable of healthy romantic relationships)“yeah. no big reason. just felt like chilling.”

changbin nods. “yeah, you’re nice company.”

“aw, thank you.”

han leans back, seemingly comfortable because it’s his place, kinda. “we like that you let us… do more than ask for water.”

you laugh quietly, a little embarrassed by the sudden compliments and at what he was hinting at. “i’m just doing my job. it’s nothing special.”

“ah, but really y/n, thank you.”

you smile at them. “don’t be silly. it’s nothing. well… thanks. i like hanging out with you guys too.”

and they do like hanging out with you, they’re just using this occasion for something else now.

chan looks around. “this is peaceful.” is just trying to make a conversation about something. “at my place innie is screaming at his screen every night. he’s been driving me crazy.”

ooh, red flag. you’ll remember this. “he gets that into it?”

“too into it. and he leaves his things around. i almost broke my ankle yesterday.”

han shrugs. “minho is the opposite. i like living with him. but he leaves cups in the sink until they smell like death, i told him three times this week, he just goes ‘mhm’ and walks away.” he looks at you. “i cleaned them up this time too.” i did something for a space where you’re in to make it comfier, notice and appreciate me.

changbin pokes his mouth to the side a little, it’s cute(you had his dick in your mouth). “hyunjin’s quiet. but god we went to his parents’ place for dinner last week and his little dog would not leave us alone. every time we sat down it jumped into our crotches.”

you raise your eyebrows. “on purpose?”

“on purpose.” chan says. “i moved three times. it followed. annoying little rat. he should throw it to a cat or something.”

changbin actually looks mad over this little guinea pig(still a fucking dog). “the little fucker was shaking and growling at nothing.“

“hate that dog, man. it’s cute or whatever but bad.”

han shrugs. “i like kkami.”

“because he didn’t molest you.”

“okay, shit.” han puts his hands up.

you snort.

changbin smiles at chan. “would you rather live with that dog or jeongin?”

chan sighs like it’s such a hard decision. “the dog.” jeongin, obviously, he just wants to make you laugh. succeeds. “jeongin leaves wet towels on the couch. i hate it, i’ve started throwing them at his head when he does it. he just laughs and says sorry, then does it again the next day. and walks around naked.” he rolls his eyes.

you remember when jeongin came out in underwear only when you were over. “like actually naked or—“

“no clothes, y/n. no clothes.”

oh, so you got lucky back then.

“oh.”

changbin folds his chewable arms. “hyunjin keeps his towels in his room, but always sings in the shower. it’s annoying.”

“minho doesn’t sing, he just stands there under the water for like forty minutes. what is he even doing in there?”

chan bites his lip, makes a wanking gesture in front of his crotch. the boys laugh, you put a hand in front of your smiling mouth. they want to make a good impression to you, to seem like funny and open guys. even if that means exposing their friends. just a selfish thing to do.

it takes a little more of talking for you to get comfortable. they wait it out patiently, for the air to loosen. so they tell their little stories, gossip.

chan puts his arm around your shoulders pulling you a little closer into his side, acts all casual about it too. “i’m this close to moving out.” puts his fingers in front of your face.

“sounds like minho but younger.” you’re worse than minho, jisung.

“i’m fine with hyunjin.”

chan’s thumb strokes your upper arm. oh? “you handle him so well though. he listens to you. he never listens to me.”

you try to stay humble, you really do. “oh. he’s not that hard, he’s nice to me, but obviously because i’m not his friend.”

chan nods, puckering his big lips. “mm. and how was he when you fucked him?”

…

in front of han and changbin, mind you.

you freeze, cheeks heating up. you don’t want to let much out. this is private. this is jeongin’s business too. it would feel really exposing, so it’s wrong. a shitty thing to do to someone. plus you’re a little shy. talking about sex in front of an audience is different from doing it.

you open your mouth, then close it again. “i… i don’t know if i should—”

“don’t be shy.” han coos.

“it’s okay, we already know anyway.” changbin says so gently, like he’s talking to a little kid.

chan’s arm tightens around you a little. “yeah. no need to be shy with us.”

you look down on your hands.

chan leans into the side of your face, looking down on it. “want me to loosen you up a little first?”

you look up at the other two, and both of them are watching. shit.

chan notices. “they don’t mind. they’re here for that.”

oh.

oh fucking hell you walked straight into it.

chan leans in and kisses you.

author’s note: i didn’t want to cliffhanger now but had to bc no space :( also the “women and men are made for each other” line does not have any homophobic intention behind it, love is love guys i was just talking biologically there, in case someone didn’t get it. btw idk if tagging the other two parts did something but felt like it??

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