synopsis: they eventually give in after years of hatred, rivalry, and built-up tension only to get caught by another member.
content: (seperate) bang chan, lee know, seungmin, i.n x gn!reader, enemies 2 what?, suggestive themes/smut 18+ (minors do not interact), making out, grinding, no genitalia or pronouns specified for the reader but you are the bottom and exhibit bottom behavior, sexual frustration, fingering/handjob in bang chan's, masturbation, penetration, bratty!reader, getting caught, mean dom!lee know, reader is called a 'pretty princess' in lee know's, hair pulling, edging, name calling in i.n's, traumatized skz witnesses, self explanatory, not proofread, lowercase intended.
zuzu's note: maybe this should be a series... i wrote them with a reader who can't get along with them (and vice versa) because... well, that's kind of how enemies work. part 2 here!
channie.
you never liked chan. he wasn't at your pace — too hard working, too selfless, too self deprecating. you were annoyed by the fact that he never took care of himself, and so you avoided him regardless of how you shared the same friend group. you didn't like surrounding yourself with "negative" people like him.
chan on the other hand, didn't like you because he thought you were a rude person — you wouldn't say please, you wouldn't say thank you, you actively ignored him/pretended you didn't hear him even when he spoke to you. he didn't care if you were nice to him, he just didn't like rude people.
it wasn't known that you two were enemies — it was unspoken between you and chan, and nobody in the group took notice because you never really talked, and so, when you two were the only ones left to watch over the dorm while the rest went back to family homes or their own secret affairs, what bang chan didn't expect was to hear small moans emerging from your bedroom late at night.
you knew he wouldn't be asleep at this time. he never slept. he was always working on something with his headphones on and you were feeling really sexually frustrated at the time. you assumed for sure he wouldn't be able to hear you if you struggled a bit, but unlike you expected, he heard every bit of it, and as much as he hated it, it turned him on more than he'd like to admit.
you weren't getting anywhere with your efforts, and when you heard a knock on your door it this time of night, it could only have been one person and that ruined your entire mood. "what?" you groaned. not getting your hand out of your pants because you knew chan wouldn't just walk in and you might as well have continued what you were doing the moment he would walk away from your room.
"...so, i'm trying to work on something, but your... noises aren't exactly helping me concentrate."
you blushed and immediately withdrew your hand, immediately sitting up. you didn't know how to respond and it was silent for a good few seconds.
"s-so i would appreciate it if you... um... i- i don't know, lowered it... a bit... thanks."
with that, you heard his footsteps fade away and retreat into his own dorm next to yours. you let out the large sigh you had been holding in and wondered how you would ever go back to sleep at this rate. or how you'd ever be able to masturbate in peace again.
you didn't know why, or where you even got the courage to, but you found yourself knocking on chan's door just moments after what happened. sure, you were embarrassed but you only had little of your dignity left and might as well have lost it all when he opened the door with a small crack and curiously looked at your nervous form.
"would it be alright if you... h-helped me?" you asked with a soft voice, bang chan stared at you, expression unwavering. to clarify, you stumbled over your next words. "i have been struggling lately, and—"
bang chan grabbed your wrist and dragged you into his room, slamming the door behind you.
"and what do i get in return?" bang chan asked, voice gruff as he stared deeply into your eyes.
"...my silence for the next few weeks?" you attempted to make a deal.
"so i'll have to do this every time you're frustrated? just so i can work?" he clarified.
"does it sound like something you wanna do?"
"i guess we'll have to see first."
bang chan gently led your form to his bed, slamming you down and pinning you against the soft mattress, his hand rubbing down at your croch. you didn't know why but something about hating him up until this very moment was what turned you on most. without any more words, bang chan put his hand down your pyjamas the same way you had tried all night and continued to pleasure you better than you ever could have. if he hated you so much, why was he so good at making you feel loved?
"f-fuck, i'm so close." you whimpered, gripping onto the sheets beneath you as bang chan picked up his pace.
"yeah? you getting there, baby?" his hand never got tired. "d'you wanna do this all night?" why did he seem to enjoy pleasuring you like you enjoyed being pleasured? the mere thought brought you so close to your climax. "i could go all night, baby." he whispered in your ear, and with that, you pathetically came into your pants and on chan's big, rough hand.
you slowly turned your face to look at him, "i could go for a round 2—"
"hey, chan, i decided to come back early-" you both turned to see lee know who nonchalantly walked into the room, eyes glued to his phone as he set his bag down on the ground. chan quickly withdrew his hand from your pants, wiping it on his shirt as he stood up and walked around the side of the room while you sat up on the mattress, fixing your hair and looking at the oh-so-interesting floor. lee know looked up from his phone.
"oh, hi, y/n. what are you doing here?"
you nervously exchanged glances with chan and gulped before you could shrug and form a lie—
"oh my g- you guys fucked." lee know deadpanned, pointing at you, then chan, then you. "disgusting." he turned around and left the room. "chan's room reeks of sex now. this is totally going in the gc."
know.
it was easy to hate lee know. the moment you met him, you hated him in all sorts of ways — bad first impression, started off on the wrong foot, rubbed you off in the wrong way, and many more. you wanted to rip his guts out along with his cocky smirk, condescending voice, and dark gaze whenever he would make fun of you or judge literally anything you'd do.
lee know hated you because you were too pretty. you were too golden — everyone treated you like a princess and he hated it, he didn't think you deserved it. not that he was jealous or anything, he just believed you weren't worth all the effort and love the members gave you and assumed you were spoiled. your screaming matches were not uncommon in the dorms and lee know would always leave you stressed and pissed off to the point where you wanted to move out and he loved pushing you to that edge.
which is the exact reason you didn't know why he was pounding into you so good on the living room couch, your begs, moans, and mewls filling the silence of the dark, empty room.
"fuck," lee know cursed under his breath as he picked up his pace, you were clenching around his fat cock so good and after just a few thrusts, he was already so close to reaching his climax. "why are you so quiet now, hm? did the cat get your tongue?" he leaned in closer to put a soft kiss on your lips, prying them open and gently biting your tongue. "hm?" he pulled away.
it's that condescending 'hm' again that gets you. what used to irritate you so much turned you on right now even more.
"hngg...n.. pl- please..." you whimpered. "please, let me cum," you silently begged, voice being interrupted with each harsh thrust lee know pushed into you, you were getting closer and closer to cumming and you just wanted lee know to let you.
"oh, you're begging? that's so unexpected of a spoiled brat who always gets what they want." lee know abruptly pulled out and roughly grabbed your hair, pushing your head into the couch. "but you're not getting it tonight, understand?"
before you could form another response, another weak plead, a form had walked into the room and turned on the bright lights. "WOAAAAH, WHAT THE FUCK?!" bang chan screeched, you and lee know looked over to see him covering his eyes. "FOR GOD'S SAKE, PEOPLE, GET A ROOM." he sobbed and left the room in a rush. lee know chuckled a bit before getting off of you, zipping up, and walking back to his dorm.
"i guess we'll pick this up another time."
minnie.
you fucking hated kim seungmin. he was the bane of your existence and making fun of you was the entertainment of his. tripping you, judging your every major life decision and move, and overall making your life a living hell. today, you were at the dorm to rant to changbin about your recent breakup, and seungmin just had to be in the same room, making his coffee and listening on the conversation.
"you need to focus on yourself," changbin advised with a soft voice, gently rubbing your back as you gripped your hair in frustration. "i need to use the toilet real quick, be back." he left the room.
"what was it about you that's so unlovable?" seungmin suddenly inquired as he walked in the room leaning on the doorframe as he stirred his coffee. "is it because you're an asshole? or because you suck overall?... wait... oh, shittt." seungmin covered his mouth, standing up straight. "are you just straight up awful in bed?"
"dude, do you ever just shut the fuck up?" you slammed your hand on the table.
"if you ever need help to learn how to be better in bed, just know i'm right here to-"
"seungmin, i swear, leave the room right now before anything else happens. i'm not in the mood."
"y/n, no joke, i fuck." he placed his cup down on the table and sat in front of you, cross legged. "c'mon, what do you need help with?"
"it's not the sex-" you paused and started to think about it. "i...is it?" you tilted your head.
"come on," seungmin gestured for you to come to him, and subconsciously you found yourself doing so, crawling closer until you were in his lap. "what is it you need help with?" he repeated the earlier question, only this time he was softer, sweeter. unlike the seungmin you always knew.
you were nervous, so you just shook your head.
"use your words, baby." he whispered.
just as you were gonna respond to him, you felt his boner against yourself and you couldn't form a coherent thought. "i- i..." your voice was breathy and you tried to pry yourself off of him out of your anxiety, but his grip kept you in place. "i don't know..." you managed to say.
"can i kiss you?" he asked.
you nodded your head, and he gently connected your lips together in a silent bliss before deepening the kiss, he pulled away to mumble, "i'm gonna teach you a few things tonight." before smashing your lips back together. why is such an asshole so good at kissing? the whole situation turned you on to a point where you felt a little guilty, but you started slowly grinding on seungmin's hard-on, letting out small moans into his mouth.
"okay, y/n—" changbin walked into the room. "woah- woah," he rushed over and dragged you away from seungmin. "Y/N! I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR TWO MINUTES AND YOU ALREADY TRY TO HOOK UP WITH YOUR ENEMY?!"
i.nnie
you and i.n constantly fought for the position of best maknae and it went from a harmless fight for the love of your seniors to a personal vendetta against one another. you would bicker over the pettiest stuff like getting the last of the juice or who gets to use the tv remote, but each argument would last from hours to days or even weeks before you find a new thing to be petty about and fight over.
today, what you were fighting over was different. the topic went from "who was the better kisser?" to "who was the best at having sex?"
"why? i've had many people tell me that i 'rock their world.' it's equal pleasure for both parties when i'm there, they don't have to fake it just as i don't." you argued.
"so what? words are words." i.n nonchalantly shrugged and disregarded your argument. "i bet you i can fake cumming if i fucked you." he blurted out.
"really? wanna bet?" you smirked, taking a step toward him. you could see him nervously gulp his saliva.
and that's how you ended up in his bed, with you sitting down on his fully hard cock. "shit." i.n whimpered. "i- i didn't know a- a slut like you could be so tight..." he held back his groan.
"awh... are you gonna cum already? i thought you could fake it..." you taunted as you bounced once on his dick.
"w-wait!" i.n leaned forward and grabbed your hips in place, looking down in between you and how you connected. "j-just wait." he whispered. you looked into each other's eyes for a moment before he used his strength to pull you off of him, he flipped you over and pushed his dick back inside you. "i wanna fuck you."
"hey— that wasn't the deal, i was supposed to be the one who-" i.n put his hand over your mouth and began pounding into you relentlessly, you wanted to interject but it felt too good.
"just tap me twice if you don't like it." he whispered and kept his hand over your mouth before slipping three of his fingers inside and playing with your tongue and saliva. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the quiet room, i.n went faster and faster thrusting inside you. you whimpered against his fingers and he did his best to keep his moans quiet, only letting out occassional sighs and groans.
you could feel your high approaching and you could tell i.n was also reaching his with how his pace became inconsistent and a bit jittery. "sh...shit..." he whimpered as he came into you, and you were about to reach your climax as well when the door abruptly slammed open, causing i.n to stop his movement and you both snapped your heads toward the man standing in the frame — fucking seungmin.
"yo, hey, hEy, hEY, HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOiNG?!" his voice cracked as he processed the sight before him, pointing at the two of you i.n leaned over and grabbed a pillow next to your head.
"GET OUT!" he yelled, reaching for the sheets to cover you up.
"GET OFF OF EACH OTHER FIRST!" seungmin made no effort in covering his eyes (for his or your sake) or lowering his voice as he stared, wide-eyed at the sight.
we need more boxer san i absolutely loved the one you already have!!
산 c.S
boxer!choi san 𖹭 gn!med student!reader (strangers2lovers) part ii
a burning passion.
synopsis: an amateur medic assigned to treat a famous, professional boxer. what possibly could go wrong?
contents: strangers2friends2lovers, fluffy, reader is a college student, worldbuilding-ish (underground/surface thing), makeout sesh, angst at the end if u squint, playful fighting/banter, not proofread, lowercase intended.
zuzu's note: part i here. thanks for reading, anon !!! all the love<///3 stayed up all night writing this. possible part iii???
it's past midnight. the streets are empty, lit only by sickly neon signs and the faint orange glow of dying lamps. you and san walk side by side through the quiet rot of the city — past stoners hunched over in the alleys, cats fighting over scraps of garbage. you wonder what kind of japanese spot he's dragging you to at this hour. you glance at him — relaxed, but his jaw's tight, like he's holding something in. you look back at the road ahead and breathe out a thin puff of air, watching it disappear into the cold.
"you don't think this is weird?" you ask, rubbing your hands together, breath ghosting in the cold air.
he glances at you, panicked. "no, not at all. why? do you?"
you shrug, a small laugh escaping. "i didn't... but i bet you take all your nurses out."
his brow lifts slightly, unreadable. you don't sound bitter — more curious than anything, like you're trying to figure him out. most people would take offense at the thought of being another name in his string of late-night dinners, but for some reason you just want to know more about him.
san doesn't answer right away. the silence stretches, broken only by the hum of a vending machine and the crunch of gravel under your shoes. somewhere down the street a cat knocks over a can, and san finally exhales, slow. "would that bother you?"
you blink, then let out a quiet laugh. "well, i think there's a better way to look for a hot date as a famous, sexy boxer than settling on someone who works for you—" his mouth twitches, just barely — not quite a smile, not quite mockery. the kind of look that makes it impossible to tell if he's amused or trying not to be. "what?"
he shakes his head. "nothin'." he shrugs. "i don't take all my nurses out by the way." he finally pushes the glass doors of a bright japanese restaurant on the sidewalk.
"then what made you ask me?" you ask, following suit.
"really? what made me ask you? the cute nurse who isn't afraid to hit me?" he smiles. "also gave me these sick bandages." he lifts his hands to show your fine craftsmanship.
"please, anyone could have done that if it were their job." you rolled your eyes and take a seat in the table san leads you to.
"not the way you did it..." san mutters and takes a seat across from you.
°ᡣ𐭩 . ° .
"come on! you owe me some lore — i keep talking about me," san's practically begging now, leaning a little closer over the table. the ramen's gone cold between you, untouched for the last half hour. somehow, your conversation slipped from jokes to stories to quiet confessions, (all mostly on san's part) and before you knew it, it’s 2 am.
"okay, fine…" you chuckle, setting your glass of water aside. "i grew up… fine. nothing too traumatizing or special. single mom, no siblings, no major life changes. i was hit once or twice, had your typical high school drama. i don’t think too much about the whole underground-surface thing. i’m becoming a doctor to get rich. end of story."
you finish, and for a moment, the air between you stills. san's staring — not in that playful, easy way he usually does, but with his brows drawn and hands clasped together like he's studying you.
"nah," he says finally, voice low. "i don’t believe you. there's gotta be more than that."
you grin, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. "ouch. is my life that unbelievably boring?"
he doesn't laugh right away, and that silence says more than anything else could. "i'm sorry, look— just, i believe there's more to you than you're letting on. let's leave it at that."
"of course there's more to me than that lame story! i won't define myself like a romance author, san. you'll get to know me as time passes by."
"so there's a second date?"
"...what?"
"you practically wrote it yourself, no backsies, there's gonna be a second date."
you roll your eyes again. you fear if you spend the rest of your days with this man you'll go cross-eyed.
"i'll see you again, right?" san asks.
you tilt your head curiously. "...sure. it's a small world."
"i'll meet you here again. 5 pm. but i'll take you somewhere else, what do you think?"
"i think i have a class tomorrow afternoon, 1 through 5."
"oh. i'll pick you up then?"
"do whatever you please, choi san."
°ᡣ𐭩 . ° .
and he was actually there. you weren't sure why it surprised you — maybe you expected him to flake, or maybe you just didn't think he’d show up like this.
the moment you step out of your building, you catch sight of a small group of college students circling around him giggling as they ask for autographs. he doesn't seem to mind, just leans lazily against his sleek black chopper like it's second nature. a pair of shades rest on his head, his leather jacket hanging open just enough to reveal the bandages you'd wrapped the day before. underneath, the white wifebeater — the one you've seen plastered all over fight tapes, it does not go unnoticed.
as you walk closer, the students scatter away, whispering as they drift off. san's eyes follow you and he stands straight.
"hi," you say, a wide grin plastered on your face as you clutched your notebook with both hands. "are you choi san?"
"in the flesh." he lowers his shades and grins, that familiar, cocky kind of smile. "want a signature? you can have as many as you want."
"eh, don't need it." you shrug, meeting his gaze. "i have a feeling i'll be seeing a lot of you from now on."
he laughs under his breath. "hop on. i'll take you someplace nobody will recognize me."
you roll your eyes. "jackass…" you mutter, but you climb onto the chopper anyway. the engine growls to life, and for a second, you wonder if this is a good idea — but then the wind hits, and it's too late to care.
you arrive at a hidden, cozy café tucked between narrow alleyways — the kind of place that doesn't look like it should exist here. inside, the air smells like roasted beans and old paper. soft candlelight flickers against walls lined with real books, potted plants filling every corner like they're trying to breathe life into the place. it’s empty. too quiet for somewhere this beautiful.
you glance around, curious. "a friend runs the place. it’s going awful," san says, tone casual.
"i wonder why," you murmur, tracing your fingers along a stack of books. "this place seems amazing."
"it's a front," he leans in and whispers.
your head snaps toward him, eyes wide.
"kidding!" he raises both hands in mock surrender, a grin tugging at his lips. you exhale, rolling your eyes, but the corner of your mouth gives you away. "it kind of is actually, now that i think about it. but not in the sinful way—" he corrects himself before you could hit him. "there's a boxing ring out the back, kinda like a second face. nothing illegal. my manager works here as well."
"your manager? as in the one who hired me? do i get to meet them?" you ask, oddly excited.
"oh, yeah, of course." san rings the bell on the counter.
"i'm awake!" a man suddenly jolts up from behind the counter and you can see his eyes adjust to you two in front of him. "what can i do ya for?"
"it's me, wooyoung." san says with a cheeky smile.
"oh." wooyoung says, notably disappointed and he sinks back onto his chair. "black coffee and a croissant coming up." his eyes drift to you and he runs a hand through his hair. "and for the company?"
you suddenly look at san. "i-i'm not good on the spot orders, i haven't even looked at their menu yet!"
"so, look." he casually grabs one from the counter and hands it to you.
"sorry, i'm not usually so panicked."
"i can tell. by the way, y/n, this is my manager. wooyoung."
"oh! wooyoung— so nice to meet you, i'm y/n."
"y/n..? y/n..." wooyoung mutters, brows furrowed, and suddenly it's like someone switched the light on in his brain. "the nurse?!" he grabs san from his wifebeater across the counter "i swear, choi san, if you—"
"i won't! i won't, let go, jeez."
you watch the exchange between the two men before placing the menu down on the counter again. wooyoung eventually lets go and san fixes the wrinkles on his top. "...i'm ready to order." you say innocently and offer a small smile. wooyoung's voice softens when he returns to take your order but the air feels a little heavier.
"what was that all about?" you ask san as you two take a seat next to the books (per your request).
"oh, that was nothing. wooyoung is just being paranoid..." san fiddles with the fork he was given for his croissant. "how was your class today?" san asks, looking at you with a smile. you decide to let it go for now.
"tiring. as usual, you wouldn't wanna hear about it." you look at the selection of books before choosing one and skimming through it, you look at him. "i was looking forward to this all day, anyway."
san visibly blushes and scratches the back of his neck. "cool..." he mutters, avoiding eye contact before he clears his throat and looks back at you. "so, after eating, i was thinking i could take you to the ring out back. i spend a lot of my free time there."
"sounds cool." you tease and he giggles. literally giggles.
after pastries sweet enough to make your teeth ache and just the right dose of caffeine, san leads you through a narrow hallway behind the café. the sound of the city fades with every step until all you can hear is the soft buzz of the overhead lights.
he pushes open a heavy door, revealing a small training ring tucked neatly behind the kitchen — dimly lit, the floor smelling faintly of resin and soap. the ropes are worn but clean. it's intimate in a way that feels unintentional.
"this is where i keep shape," san says, kicking off his shoes. "no cameras, no noise."
you look around. "feels... different from the usual ones. not that i've been in much. it's... smaller— quieter."
"yeah," he murmurs, tugging off his jacket and setting it on a bench. "no crowd to hide behind."
there's something in his tone that makes you look up. he's watching you, that lazy grin gone, replaced by something more careful.
you lean against the ropes. "what, planning to show off again?" you begin to tease, but the gaiety isnt there anymore. san chuckles, taking a slow step forward.
"depends. you sticking around long enough to see it?"
the air feels thicker now. he's close enough that you catch the warmth of his breath, the faint scent of coffee and sugar clinging to him. neither of you move, not really; it's just that the distance kept shrinking on its own. and then the lights hum a little louder, the world pressing in around you — soft, electric, waiting.
and san pulls back.
"hold the pads for me?" he asks.
you punch his shoulder — hard, and intentional. "ow!" he stumbles back a bit, grinning despite himself.
"don't play with me, san."
"for someone who should be treating people, you're pretty good at hurting them." he laughs, rubbing the spot you hit. "i'm serious this time, y/n, just—" he grabs a pair of worn-out focus pads from the shelf and tosses them your way before stepping inside the ring. "hold them like this."
you sigh but comply hopping inside the ring as well and holding the pads up in front of your chest. "you're impossible."
he shrugs, putting on his gloves. "you like that about me." he cracks his neck.
you roll your eyes, but your heart beats faster as he steps closer. "san—"
he throws a light jab that lands on the pad with a satisfying thud. "relax," he mutters, his voice a little softer now. "i won't hurt you..."
a few more hits, rhythmic and controlled, echo in the small room. the air feels thicker. your arms tremble — not from the force, but from how focused he looks, how every muscle in his face moves with intent.
then he stops. drops his hands. looks at you.
"see?" he says, a breathless smile curving his lips.
you barely have time to respond before he leans in — and finally connects your lips together. it's sudden, like he'd been holding back ever since that moment earlier... or maybe since the very first time you met.
his kiss is fierce, almost impatient. there's a quiet desperation in the way he moves, the way his breath mingles with yours between hurried kisses. then he softens — as if remembering where he is, who he's holding. he pulls back just slightly, just long enough to tug off his boxing gloves with a clumsy sort of urgency, letting them drop behind you with a dull thud.
his hands find your hair next, slipping through it, tugging gently until your head tilts just right. you can barely think, the pads still strapped to your hands uselessly pressing against his chest as you try to steady yourself. the scent of him — sweat, cologne, a hint of coffee from earlier — it clings to the air around you, dizzying and warm. he murmurs your name against your lips once, almost reverently, before deepening the kiss again. it's slower this time, less about hunger and more about everything he's been trying not to say.
when he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, breaths uneven and shallow. his voice is rough, low, and threaded with a laugh. "still think i'm playing with you?" you stay silent as you catch your breath, eyes looking down at where his hands hold yours against his chest and you finally look into his eyes.
you hit him lightly against his chest. "fuck, that was too good." and suddenly it bothers you.
"is that a bad thing?" he asks half amused half worried as you step away, back turned toward him. needing space but you don't know what from.
"i'm sorry." the words fall out before you even think them through. you step off the ring, the air suddenly too heavy, too real. your heartbeat feels wrong in your chest as you crouch down, searching for your bag.
"wh— y/n!"
his voice cracks through the silence, startled, then urgent. you feel the mat shift behind you as he follows, his hand catching your wrist before you can reach the zipper.
"why? what's wrong? you can't just storm out on me."
his grip isn't rough — just desperate enough to make you freeze. you glance up, and he looks wrecked, confused, like the moment you pulled away rewired him entirely.
you let out a shaky breath, avoiding his eyes. "i just—" you swallow, the taste of him still ghosting your lips. "i can't do this. not if i'm just another name."
his brows knit, that familiar flash of hurt crossing his face. "another name?"
"i thought i could handle it," you start, voice cracking a little as you exhale, "but i— i don’t know, with what wooyoung said earlier—" you shake your head, laughing under your breath like you’re trying to make sense of it. "i don't know what you do, san. and i'm not even obligated to know. it was a fever dream at first but reality is sinking deep inside now. we're not exclusive or anything eitherz so yeah, everyone has a past, i get that — i know i’m not your first kiss, that doesn't bother me. but i'm not gonna settle for being your twentieth, either."
the silence that follows stretches thin — you can hear the hum of the broken light above, the faint echo from the café outside. san just stands there, still breathing hard from before, eyes flicking between yours like he’s searching for something to hold onto.
he finally whispers, almost to himself, "you think that's what this is?"
"...no, i don't know what i think it is." you finally say and shrug. it's the kind that looks more like surrender than indifference.
san watches you, jaw tightening like he's trying to swallow a thousand things he wants to say. his gloves still hang loose from his hands, the tape around his knuckles half undone. you can see it — the part of him that wants to close the distance, to explain, to touch. but he doesn't.
"y/n..." he says your name like it’s something fragile. "you think i'd bring you here if you were just another name?"
you look at him, and for a second, you want to believe it — want to fall into the low rasp of his voice and the ache behind his eyes. but the air between you feels like static, full of things neither of you can say.
"i don't know," you whisper. "you're choi san. maybe this is what you do."
he exhales, sharp and quiet, like the words cut deeper than you intended.
"i don't know about you, y/n," he starts, voice calm but trembling under the weight of it, "but i'm the hopeless romantic between us."
you blink, caught off guard by the softness in his tone.
"that other nurse wooyoung was referring to?" he pauses, a faint, bitter smile tugging at his lips. "she broke my heart. i told him i'd never fall for another nurse again, but…" his gaze finds yours, quiet and heavy. "here you are."
his smile fades into something more tired than sad. "leave if you wish. we aren't exclusive, after all."
you linger by the doorway, the hum of the flickering light behind you and the faint echo of your heartbeat in your ears. for a moment, you think about turning back — saying something, anything — but the words won't come.
so you leave.
and san stays standing there, staring at the empty ring, the sound of the door closing louder than it should've been.
zuzu's note: sorry idk what i did lol 😭😭😭 part iii?
boxer!choi san 𖹭 gn!med student!reader (strangers2lovers)
a burning passion.
synopsis: an amateur medic assigned to treat a famous, professional boxer. what possibly could go wrong?
contents: strangers2friends2lovers, fluffy?, reader is a college student, weird worldbuilding underground type shi (imagine it's arcane or something), lots playful fighting/banter, suggestive/adult themes, swearing, not proofread, lowercase intended
zuzu's note: y'all will never understand how long it takes me to look for the perfect photos to use for the banner thingies 💀 i'm too perfectionist for that shii. i wrote this with a more numb reader? bc life sucks kinda in the story. anyways, i hope this is up to your expectations! ^^ i wrote this as a side-fic to stay active while i work on an extremely long slowburn jongho x reader oneshot<3 (drafted in july 21 LOL finally decided to finish this.)
teaser: it's too silent. you noticed san watching you intently, his lips slightly parted as if he's contemplating whether to speak his mind. "do you like what you're doing?" you suddenly asked, cutting off his thought process and patting his hand gently, smoothing out the slightly wrinkled parts of the bandage you just wrapped.
"do i like what you're doing?" san repeated the question that he heard, distracted by the way you hold his hand. "i love it. why? is it bad?" he blurted out and you look at him, confused. he's probably hearing things. you squint your eyes, you didn't really process what he said so you repeated your question.
"i mean... what you're doing. boxing. do you like it?"
they say the sun is the center of the galaxy; a symbol of glory and hope that everyone loves, worships, and chooses to wake up to over the beautiful moon. but the sad truth is that the sun can only be seen and appreciated on the surface. you wish that you could see the sun sometimes, but in the world you lived in, hope was nonexistent. the only hope that existed — the sun that you all knew and admired was a man named choi san.
boxing was undoubtedly one of the most endeared forms of entertainment in the underworld. the people raised in the underworld thrive off of the adrenaline — whether from being in a match or simply observing it; they enjoy the sight of violence and blood, the sound of the boxers' passionate screams and pained grunts, the bond of the crowd, and most importantly; the thrill and suspense.
what everyone especially looks forward to are the bloody matches of the all-too-well known, young and sexy, choi san. people wait months to watch his matches — it's always "the" fight to boxing enjoyers. guards exclusively took watch in his matches just in case any fights broke out anywhere but inside the ring due to lost bets. his matches are the equivalent to the olympics in the overworld.
the the rare occasions that san had a boxing match would be the only time the boxing center is filled to capacity with people and those were the occasions that everybody would forget about oxygen and only live off of the stench of each other's hot breath, body odor, the blood, and sweat all mixed altogether. the atmosphere is charged with boisterous cheers, but there is also an underlying unease. no matter where you look, each person's face would be etched with intense expressions, ranging from anger to anticipation or anxiety. so, in the underworld, if you think boxing is a relaxing pastime or mere entertainment; well, it is. it's just that choi san's matches are surely not for the faint of heart.
but what about you? oh, you. you are his personal nurse as of today. it's rumored that san always mistreats his nurses or "somehow" ends up hurting them, which led to their continuous resignations and which also led his managers to hire you; an unqualified med student who is a year away from graduating. there were no such thing as crimes, malpractice, or even a law in the underworld, you had to pay your tuition and you weren't afraid of san for some reason. they were baseless rumors and you always believed that behind a rough exterior was a soft interior. to be a personal nurse was to be a therapist — not just treat his wounds but treat his heart (wow, cringe) but the strategy works. you just had to test it on him.
your last class was delayed a few hours so you were a bit late on your first day of work. it was san's first match after an 8-month hiatus and the venue was fucking cramped. people were squeezing against each other and practically seeping out of the door. not a step could be taken inside otherwise you'd be vacuumed into the crowd and suffocated like the incident in itaewon 2022 just to get to san's private room where you were supposed to be more than an hour ago.
a deep sigh goes past your lips and you stand still behind the crowd, unaware of your next move and mind not too bothered — it is what it is. the cheers grew louder and louder as the announcer yells out san's introduction and you watch from the isolated area you stood in as he emerges from the back with a few people, bare and all. the crowd somehow manages to make space for him. his body is nothing you haven't seen on posters or the internet, but tbh, damn. you watch as the crowd's cheers slowly lessen in volume, some even yelling dirty boos, when the announcer yells out the opponent's name.
not being able to go to your work area, relax, and prepare like you intended. you decide to dejectedly stand back, cross your arms, and unamusedly watch the match through the end. even as someone who grew up surrounded by glorified violence, you still never really found yourself consuming or indulging yourself in that kind of entertainment as you grew up, in fact, you grew to hate it. so this job will prove quite a challenge for you.
you watch intently as each round passed, flinching and grunting as if you were the one being beat up down there, observing as each injury inflicted onto san's ripped body, and you swore that the only reason was so that it made your job easier once he went into the medical room.
the final round ended with san's expected victory and it took hours for the crowd to fully dissipate as many fans got signatures and pictures with their idols, san's line in particular was longer than the fucking nile river, so as the crowd slowly reduced in numbers, you sneakily made your way into the medical room and got all your materials ready as fast as you could for your first ever official patient who is also am underworld renowned celebrity.
time passes quickly and the door opened with a loud bang, you glanced in the direction for a second, catching a glimpse of san, as you expected.
"please take a seat over there." you said in your professional tone you practiced for this day, gesturing for the patient bed in the center of the room and you calmly and put on your gloves for sanitary measures (although you probably should've just forgotten about it considering how dingy the room is). "how are you feeling?" you turned around and looked at him, but he seemed distracted by the room as if he hadn't been here a thousand times before.
"shitty." he unhesitantly answered. "been worse, though."
"are you feeling any discomfort? where does it hurt most?" you continue to prod, keeping his mind busy, beginning to dab some of the more visible injuries with cotton balls with alcohol and he barely reacted, eyes carefully watching you and the way your hands move swiftly around his body.
"it feels weird somewhere in the neck." he tilts his head and rolls his shoulders back with little regard to the fact that you were just wiping the scratch on his forearm and you just look at him with a deadpan face, damn, you hate arrogant people like this. of course he's like this. "mostly my chest aches, i dunno why though." his eyes flickered to yours and a smile small falls on his face, changing his entire demeanor. you guessed he isn't as bad as the rumors made him out to be though — a tough, scary, big man who was rude to everyone.
"that's my job to figure out," you mumbled, clicking your tongue. you've always puzzled over why boxers choose this path, given the constant cycle of pain and treatment involved. who could have a passion for that? are they driven by money? you glanced skeptically at san, who's been famous long enough to comfortably retire. you discarded your gloves, finding them too cumbersome for the following activity. "please lie down on your front," you instructed. san swiftly complied, grunting softly as he repositioned himself on his chest. you approached him with an essential oil, pouring a decent amount onto his broad back — "i can relieve some tension in your neck with a massage," you explained, and san just chuckled, perhaps amused by your professional approach because you spoke like you were from a textbook. he'd much prefer if you spoke like you just came from a PR seminar like all the others. it was clear that you were inexperienced. he found it cute if anything. "if the silence makes you uncomfortable, we can engage in small talk." you stated blankly.
he glanced up at you but your gaze is fixed on his upper back as you work your magic. "sure." he said and lookd back forward. "do you have any questions for me?" your eyes flicker towards him momentarily before returning to your hands.
"actually, i do." you responded rather quickly than he expected — what could possibly be lingering on your mind? "what led you to choose this career, this path?" hoping to gain insight into his mindset, you thought understanding his motivation might help you empathize or comprehend his journey. san paused for a moment, a soft hum escaped him as he considered your question.
"i started when i was 15."
your movements froze and your eyes widened in surprise, a rare display of emotion. you looked into san's eyes, and you asked, "real?" he nodded in response. despite his fierce stage presence, san is surprisingly calm and sincere. confused, you wonder what made the nurses before you quit and what prompted his manager to hire you. but the thought is quickly set aside as San speaks up once more, looking at you.
"i had a tough upbringing." san began. "actually i was quite the delinquent in school... but i never hurt anyone," he clarified quickly, but then he looked forward again in thought, then back at you. "actually, that's a lie. i did. but it was mutual! we would hurt each other, kind of like gang fights in public, you know? our friends would cheers us on and stuff like that, wooo~"
"but why would you put yourself through that?" you inquired, genuinely curious.
"i don't know! petty reasons. like this one time, me and my friends were hanging out at a new skate park, and some kids came up to us, claiming they 'owned the territory.' they thought they owned the place just because 'they were there first.' we weren't going down without a fight, so we taught them a lesson!"
you chuckled, amused as he passionately recounts the incident while you rubbed his nape gently with a bit of force, he makes a sudden comment: "ooh, that's good. keep doing that." he was momentarily distracted by the sensation, appreciating the massage. "anyways, during one of those public fights, my manager found me. gave me his card. kind of like those weird scouting idol thingies from the surface." san explained and you nodded with a hum. "i was offered a shit ton of money, like, my parents practically forced me into accepting it. i dropped out of middle school and... i guess i've been in the industry for so long, i can't leave now."
"where are your parents now?" you asked, not thinking.
"they're at the surface, living happily. i got them a house." san said and looked forward, a gentle smile rested on his face.
"...do they not watch your matches? i heard the taped versions are banned from the surface."
"yeah, no, they probably forgot i exist." he replied calmly. "what about you?" san turned to you, seeking more conversation, but you broke contact from his bare back to wash your hands. "there's no need to talk anymore," you responded matter-of-factly — as if that authentic conversation didn't just happen a second prior. "the massage is finished, i will now proceed to wrap your wounds."
san is taken aback by your sudden change in demeanor. "what the hell?" he grumbled, sitting up and sounding a bit irritated. "i just shared my entire life story with you. it's your turn now!"
"what do you mean? i didn't force you into telling me your life story." you turned to him, bandages in your hand.
"you did too! you... asked..." san's tone became softer when he realized that he had no valid argument. "agh, fine. okay." he conceded, and you reach for his hand to gently apply bandages he suddenly liftes it up so quickly that it almost hits you in the face, you recoiled in surprise.
"hey!" you intinctively smacked the back of his hand, scolding him like a kindergartener, and you gave him a stern look.
"hey!" san yelled back in response, pulling his hand away from you, his tone more surprised than angry. "what kind of nurse hurts their own patient?"
"the kind that doesn't want their patient punching them in the face." you retort.
"well then i guess some arrangements will have to be made."
after a brief moment of gazing into each other's eyes, you both erupt into lighthearted giggles. okay, you think, he's not as bad as you initially thought. san playfully hits your shoulder, prompting you to playfully raise your hand in a threatening gesture, causing him to flinch back.
"carry on with your work, you weirdo," san laughed, still trying to put some distance between you. you firmly grabbed his hand again and you carefully wrap the bandage on his knuckles and scratches, focusing on placing them just the right way like a baby's diaper, not too tight but not too loose.
it's too silent. you noticed san watching you intently, his lips slightly parted as if he's contemplating whether to speak his mind.
"do you like what you're doing?" you ask, cutting off his thought process and patting his hand gently, smoothing out the slightly wrinkled parts of the bandage.
"do i like what you're doing?" san repeats the question that he heard, distracted by the way you hold his hand. "i love it. why? is it bad?" he blurted out and you look at him, confused. he's probably hearing things. you squint your eyes, you didn't really process what he said so you repeated your question.
"i mean... what you're doing. boxing. do you like it?"
"ohhhh," he awkwardly looked around the room, then back to you. "y- yeah, totally. it gives me life, y'know?"
"but... do you ever want to stop? you said you've been doing it for too long to leave, is that the only reason? you feel trapped?" you question, grabbing his other hand and he pondered, his tongue gliding from inside his cheek to his lips, sticking out for a moment before turning back to you.
"no." he says "i love boxing. as cliché as it sounds, i have a lot of pent up emotions boxing is a good way i can express myself, while also being beat up because i know it's something i deserve." the room filled with silence, san resumes speaking. "...so, it makes me feel relieved in those two ways..." he pursed his lips and noticed the solemn expression on your face. "also, people love me! i'm the brand of boxing. when people think of boxing they think: choi san. like painting = mona lisa or ballet = swan lake, y'know? i'm happy where i am. i am where i'm meant to be."
you don't speak but you give him a small smile and nod, finally finished with his other hand, you turn around to the sink again. "sooo, can i ask you a question now?" san asked softly.
you exhaled deeply and responded, "sure, i guess i owe you one."
san then turned the question on you, asking, "what about you? do you like what you're doing?"
you paused momentarily, replying, "it's my first day ever working, but i guess primary reason for enjoying it would be the amusing client."
"it's your FIRST day?" san feigns surprise, but it morphs into a frown as he mutters, "no, no, i shouldn't be surprised. you're bad..." he muttered.
you quickly counter, "hey, watch your language with me, or you might lose another nurse." san's eyes flash with a hint of intrigue before you added, "besides, i'm still a student. i shouldn't even be allowed to treat a distinguished boxer like yourself."
"you're a student?!" san backed off dramatically, a hand clutching to his chest. "i can't believe i entrusted my life in your hands!"
"hey! don't be so dramatic! i'm as good as a real doctor. i'm graduating. " you said, genuinely offended by his over-the-top reaction.
"but you're not a real doctor- you don't even have a phd yet!" he exclaimed and got off of the bed, aiming for the door and you just dejectedly watch at how fast the entire atmosphere changed. when you slightly frowned, san laughed and began to walk toward you. "nah man, i'm just kidding. i've had middle schoolers treat my wounds once."
your face contorted from one of confusion to anger. "don't scare me like that then!" you harshly punched his chest and he grunts, grabbing it in pain and staring at you in shock.
"ah! ow? i was just joking! that hurtsss! i told you that it hurts! here. it hurts here!" he whined and tapped gently on his chest where you hit.
"i know. that's why i hit it." you said harshly, making san laugh. "teach you not to mess with me." you grumbled and turned your back to him, moping.
"yaaa, don't be like that. is the treatment done? can i take you to dinner now?"
you turned around, eyes blown wide and innocent. "what?"
"dinner. you and me. in a romantic context."
"san," you call him by his name for the first time since he walked through the door and his heart skipped a beat. "i'm sure of all the nice, wonderful, young, and attractive nurses you've had at least one of them has brought up corporate policy."
"well, not necessarily the reason but i have heard the policy —" san clarified. "it's just that since you were already kind of breaking policy by taking a job without having graduated or having a phd yet i figured i could take you to dinner without a problem, but it seems like you're not interested, so—"
"no." you found yourself cutting him off and you offered a small smile. "i'd like to have dinner with you."
san gave you the sweetest smile — sandeoki? — one you have never seen, those paparazzi catches of him smiling amounted to nothing compared to this because all you ever see him on media was a serious man but this one was... too different. too... deceptive. for all you know, he'd have dinner with you and fire you the next day — but y'know, maybe it would be worth it.
"are you sure you can handle it? as your doctor i totally suggest you rest for about a week before doing any strenuous physical activities." you shrugged off your white coat and you hing it on the side of the creaky door where you found it.
"strenuous?" san asked with a smirk, eyebrow raised. "what do you think we'll be doing tonight?" he stepped up behind you, figure looming over you.
you turned around, looking up at him, then his lips — you grabbed his white tank top from the counter behind and shoved it in his chest, you smiled sweetly."if you fuck this date up," you went on your tip toes and whispered, hot breath hovering over his lips. "i might just beat you up."
silence filled the room. you proceeded to open the door and walk away — san smirked, a puff of air escaping him as he rubbed at his chin. he couldn't help himself. he followed you out and caught up with your steps. "where you headed?"
"just wanted to see if you would follow me," you halted your steps and looked up at him. "you pass the first test. now, take me to your dinner spot."
san tilts his head and crosses his arms, inhaling deeply. "well, do you enjoy... japanese cuisine?"
synopsis: they eventually give in after years of hatred, rivalry, and built-up tension only to get caught by another member.
content: changbin, hyunjin, han, felix (seperate) 𖹭 reader, enemies, suggestive/nsfw/18+ (minors do not interact), idk what this is honestly, poor attempt at comedy, reader has gender neutral pronouns and no specified genitalia, gentle brat tamer!cb x brat!reader, mean dom!hj, switch!felix x switch!reader, subby!han x mean-ish dom!reader, bondage, unprotected sex (cb), big dick | blowjob | dubcon penetration | photography (hj), implied feelings | doggy style | penetration (felix), lots of teasing and some pet names in all of them, swearing, not proofread, lowercase intended.
zuzu's note: part 2!!! hope u enjoy. part 1 here.
binnie.
"you need to learn your place," changbin spoke softly, his tone dripping with condescension. he had chased you around his room for quite some time before he finally caught you, and with a swift and experienced motion, he grabbed your wrists and skillfully bound them together behind your back with a length of silk rope. his grip was firm, yet gentle, as he tied the bindings tight against your skin.
what could you have possibly done to make the kind and lovable seo changbin hate you? you were a brat, a nuisance who pushed his buttons and tested his patience. he tried to be patient with you for months, but your bratty behavior was too much to handle. and worst of all, you sent him mixed signals. half of 'i am a brat because i have a crush on you' and the other half being 'i am a brat because i hate you.' years passed and changbin had finally had enough, he decided it was time to do something about it.
with a swift and powerful motion, changbin easily picked you up off the floor, walked to his room, and tossed your form onto his bed, not missing a beat as he quickly locked the door behind him. he looked down at you with a stern expression, his tone firm as he spoke.
"you can't just go around doing what you do." he scolded softly.
you looked up at him, feigning innocence. "doing what i do?" you repeated his words, genuienly confused. "y'know, changbin, if you want me to come up with a great comeback you're gonna hafta give me some details—" your words were cut short when changbin stuffed a piece of fabric in your mouth.
changbin looked at you directly, his gaze intense and focused. "let me do the talking," he said firmly. "i need to know if you want to fuck me or not." he held your gaze as he waited for your response. "so, just nod if you do." he continued, his voice steady. "and shake your head no if you don't." he wasn't afraid of the consequences of his actions. it was you sending mixed signals, and he wanted to clear the tension by being direct.
he watched. struggling to keep the smile off of his face as he watched you nod your head, eyes staring directly into his. finally. for once, you were easy to talk to.
"okay... may i take you... here, now?" changbin sat on the bed next to you and removed the fabric from your mouth.
"...yes... you may." you said, breathy.
"but i wanna be able to use these ties, is that okay?" he asked. "to be able to do that, you'll have to get naked."
"yes, fine, please, whatever! just- just take me." you shook around, trying to free yourself from the restrains so you could undress yourself.
"don't get too excited." changbin reached for the hem of your baggy shirt and pulled it over your head, revealing your exposed chest — he wanted to roam his hands all over your body so badly but he had to be patient. he pushed you against the bed so you laid down on your arms. he steadily, cautiously, painfully slowly pulled your shorts and underwear down. finally taking the remainders of the silk rope on your wrists and he tied them expertly around your thighs, keeping them spread.
you watched all but in silence, giving bratty, annoying commentary about how he was taking his sweet time, but he was patient once more because he knew he would be able to fuck you in silence. but you're not very quiet in bed to no one's surprise.
finally, when he was done, he stood up and observed his masterpiece, you, spread all perfect for him — you looked at him in silence, expression defeated by how he took his sweet time and you were still horny. finally, changbin climbed onto the bed, hed in between your legs and he collected his saliva before spitting onto your hole. fitting his middle finger inside, you squeezed tightly around him and let out a soft mewl.
"ah, come on, do you have to be such a tease~?" you whined out. you couldn't move much so your only weapon was your words
"yes, yes i do." changbin curled his finger in your hole right where you wanted it and your entire body jolted at the sensation.
"f-fuck, just take me now. don't wait. i can't take it anymore!" you shuffled around his bed, almost crying.
"beg for it." changbin watched your desperate form freeze at his words.
"what? this isn't a porno, quit making me do shit and just fuck me already—"
"beg. for. it." he stood up and pulled out something from his drawer. "i got a vibrator here and i could edge you all night if you're not up for begging,"
"f-fuck. fuck you. fuck." you closed your eyes and sighed deeply. "please. please, changbin, fuck me. i want your cock in me so bad, please... i'm begging." you whined, tears forming on your eyes.
"good job." changbin placed down the vibrator on the table and climbed over you, one hand stroking the side of your hair and his thumb grazing over your cheek. "don't cry. s'beautiful." he whispered. unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard, fat cock, pushing it against your entrance that begged for him to come inside.
"ahh, please..!" you whined. your legs were already sore from the restraints and you just wanted his cock to fill you up so good. "seo changbin!" you yelled. finally, he pushed his dick inside without a warning, erupting a yelp from your throat.
"fuck..." changbin hissed. hips unmoving as he let you adjust to the pain. "fuck, are you okay?" he asked, looking into your eyes and you nod, lips parted and unable to speak.
"better than okay. keep going..." you took deep, ragged breaths, squeezing tightly around changbin's thick cock as he began to thrust into you with an unrelenting pace — he was so much faster than you ever would have expected him to be. (not that you ever imagined having sex with him.) "ahh, changbin! keep going~" you moaned out, your voice high and desperate as he thrust into you faster and faster, the bed creaking beneath the force of his movements. the sound of you being pounded filled the room, mingling with your pleas for him to continue.
the noise of your moans and changbin's thrusting filled the room, effectively covering up the sound of keys jingling and the door slamming open. however, the moment was quickly ruined by a high-pitched scream that didn't come from either of you.
han stood frozen in the doorway, his mouth and eyes wide with shock as he took in the surreal scene before him. "OH MY FUCKING JEEBUS," he yelled, too traumatized to even flinch. he began crying and quickly barged out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. "I'M SO FUCKING SORRY, I'M SO SORRY." he sobbed. you weren't sure if he was apologizing to you guys for barging in or apologizing to himself for ever coming inside unwelcomed.
jinnie.
"hyunjin, i swear on my unborn dead great grandchild's grave. delete that photo right now." you chased hyunjin around the living dorm room as he cackled like a maniac. "hyunjin, i'm fucking serious! someone might walk in! don't be such a dickhead."
"oh, but throughout our relationship when was i not a dickhead?" he stopped running and held the phone farther out of your reach when you attempted to grab it. "y'know, i'm starting to think you wanted me to see this."
he held his phone tightly in front of your face, revealing the nude mirror selfie you took a few minutes ago and accidentally shared to him. in a panic, you accidentally unsent the photo 'for you' rather than 'for everyone' causing you to quickly cover up in a robe, run to his room in hopes that he was asleep so you could delete it before he saw anything, only to lead to this very moment.
"why on earth would i want you to see that?! delete it! " you whined and grabbed his phone but he pulled it away from your grip, his eyes flickering down to your exposed chest in your loosened robe.
"come on, y/n, stop playing hard to get." he held your chin and put his forehead against yours. you pushed him away and scoffed.
"fucking forget it. asshole." you grumbled and walked away.
"you sure?" hyunjin called out to you. "i know a way you can get me to delete it."
you froze in your step and slowly turned around, eyes meeting his across the room. of course he knows a way. it's hyunjin. you let out a small sigh and crossed your arms over your chest.
"...fine. what is it?"
hyunjin shrugged. "deal with the problem your pic caused," he set the phone aside plopped himself down on the couch, legs spread wide.
you wanted to scoff and tell him to fuck off but you thought this could be an opportunity an eye for an eye, or in this case, a nude pic for a nude pic — so, you walked over and sunk down on your knees. hands roaming his pyjama-clad thighs before ghosting over his erection. you smirked, looking up at him. "is this all just for my picture?"
"do you want it to be?"
"ugh, you're impossible."
"i technically can't be 'impossible' because i exist, the term you're looking for is that i'm 'improbable'—" his retort cut off short when you squeezed his cock through the thin fabric before kissing it softly.
"blah blah blah. you're hard for me." you looked up at him before slowly pulling his pants down along with his underwear. your breath hitching in your throat as you catch sight of his large, long, and pretty penis — fuck, you're starting to just wanna suck him off but you can't let your plan go to waste.
hyunjin looks down at you, brows a bit furrowed and lips slightly parted as he takes in steady breaths. you take in the tip of his dick into your mouth and he lets out a soft moan, you bob your head a bit before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you together. "fuck." hyunjin mutters under his breath, throwing his head back, eyes closed.
"is it good?" you ask as you pump his length with one hand. the other reaching down for your own phone in the pocket of your robe.
"more." he whines.
you smirk as you turn on your camera and turn the flash off, your right hand pauses from jerking him and you stand up to take the perfect photo of his fucked out form on the couch, legs spread and dick exposed in all his glory. hyunjin looks at you and immediately runs to grab your phone. "hey! what do you think you're doing?" he grabbed both of your wrists, squeezing your left hand until you dropped your phone to the carpeted ground.
"taking your picture since you have mine." you winced at his grip but that didn't stop you from being a bitch.
"i already told you i'd delete yours if you just-"
"what? sucked you off? nah, i'd rather use your own picture against you." you chuckled in his face.
"but you already- why did you have to- ugh, you're so frustrating!" hyunjin tossed you on the couch and pinned you down, his large frame over yours. he uses one hand to undo your robe and he lines up his member with your entrance. it was all so fast but you didn't want to interject.
"you need to finish what you started, darling." hyunjin pushed his tip inside you.
"fuck, fuck-" you hissed out as he stretched your insides and you grabbed on tightly to his shoulders. "it hurts!" you cried out and hit his back, he immediately pulled out and looked at you.
"fuck, sorry, are you alright?"
"asshole, couldn't you prep me first? you know you're big." you grumbled
"ayyo what the fuck," a deep voice erupted from the doorway. your heads simultaneously snapped to felix. his eyes darted from your position, your exposed body through the undone robe, to hyunjin's hard dick. the sparkle in his eyes faded as they grew wider and wider. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
hannie.
"stop making a fuss about everything! focus on a way to get out."
you didn't know how a private discussion with the hate of your life inside the storage room would lead to you both being trapped in it. you were convinced one of the members did so, but it was not funny.
"kick it down, asshole!" jisung stepped back, giving you space.
"you kick it down!" you yelled, almost offended that he even believed you had enough strength to kick the damn door down. "you have the years of training and working out for performances—"
"quit yapping about and just do something about it, i'm tired of sharing oxygen with you—" you slammed jisung against the wall, rendering him and yourself speechless. you didn't know what your next move was at this point, but when you saw the small tent forming on jisung's thin pyjama pants, you knew what your next move would be.
"you—"
"shut up." jisung darted his eyes away from yours, stepping closer to the door and repeatedly banging his hand against it. the loud, irritating noise filling the room. "guys! is anyone there? let us out!"
"stop it." you stepped closer to jisung, your form sandwiched his with the door on the other side. "you don't want them to hear what's gonna happen next, no?" you gently guided his body to turn around so he faced you before you got on your knees and slowly pulled his pants down, revealing his large hard-on squeezing past his black underwear.
you looked up to see jisung with no objections but still avoiding your gaze, so you slapped his bare thigh to garner his attention. "hey." you blankly called out for him. "look at me." without hesitation, he looked at you, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were watering a bit.
"fuck, can you just suck me off already?" his hands reached for your hair, pulling you toward his crotch, but you fought back, pushing yourself away from him with the help of the door behind him.
"don't be so eager, jisung—" you attempted, but he was too strong, one hand turned your head to face his dick and pushed your lips against him.
"shit," he hissed, throwing his head back. he began rocking his hips and pushing his clothed groin against your lips.
"jisung!" you yelled and slapped his thigh again, erupting a yelp from him, pausing his actions. "i told you not to be so eager."
jisung's knees fell weak and he slid down the door, sitting against it and covering his face in shame. "b-but i wanted it so bad—"
"well, you're gonna have to earn it." you got on your feet and stood, looking down at him.
"h-how?"
"make me cum."
jisung eagerly nodded and went on his knees, going straight for your crotch, but you grabbed him by his hair and pulled him back. "ah ah," you tutted. "don't be eager." slowly, you gently guided his head to your crotch. "slow and steady," you whispered and let out a breath of relief as you felt his warm breath against you.
slowly, you let go of his hair and pulled your shorts down — the scandalous sight of your enemy, han, on his knees for you, his warm breath against your skin, his erection still evident and aching against his underwear — all of it combined turned you on more than you thought it should.
you stepped backward so you had something to lean on while han pleasured you, instantly, your back met with the shelf and you hit it a little too hard — causing a stack of unopened canned paint to fall down and clatter against each other as they rolled across the floor, you and han slowly watched as it rolled from your side, all the way down to the door that was now open. your eyes went from the bare feet, slowly going up to the skinny form see hyunjin with his jaw dropped (you were surprised you didn't see it on the ground next to his feet.)
"BANG CHANNNNNN," hyunjin ran away from the ungodly sight.
"fuck." you cursed and pulled your shorts back up, running after hyunjin and leaving han on the floor. "HYUNJIN, WAIT, WHAT YOU SAW IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS." (what the fuck else could it be, y/n?)
lixie.
"c'mon, don't tell me you haven't imagined us making loveeee~" you purred, sauntering towards felix's bedside. you'd walked in on him mid-fanfiction, his phone glowing with the words of a steamy enemies-to-lovers scenario on ao3, his phone discarded and long forgotten on the floor. he flung it across the room when you walked in. funnily, he flung it in your direction. so, you picked it up and read enough to get the gist.
"don't tease, y/n. it's art, it's a- a novel—" felix tried to excuse his behaviour with a scoff and made a weak attempt to push you off of his bed, you remained seated.
"novel my ass. the literature published on ao3 are nothing but for self indulgence and the pleasures of dirty minds like yours."
"aren't most books?"
"come on, just say it. say you wanna fuck me." you giggled, poking his side teasingly. "say itttt~ ah!" you let out a pained yelp when your head bangs against the headboard and felix pins you down on his bed.
his face hovered inches above yours, his breath hot against your face. "is that so bad?" he growled, his voice dropping to a lower octave that sent shivers down your spine and straight to your core. you gulped, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.
"oh shi, my bad bro, i didn't mean to trigger the demon within-" you attempt to laugh it off. but your heart raced in your chest as felix continued to pin you down with his gaze, his grip tightening around your wrists. "come on, i was just teasing, bro, let me go. i have work to do."
"come on, if you had time to come in here and tease me, you can take a few hours off work, no?" he purred, tilting his head closer to your face.
"quit joking, felix-"
"you're one to talk about joking," felix whispered, his lips brushing against your neck. you let out a breathy moan in response as he placed open-mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin.
"no, really," you gasped, threading your fingers through his hair to keep his head close. "you can't handle hours with me. you'll tap out first."
felix chuckled darkly, his hands roaming over your body. "wanna bet?" he asked, mouth against your neck, peppering kisses up until he finally connected your lips together, you moaned into his mouth and chased him as he pulled away.
"fine, let's bet then," you challenged, breaking free from his grip and reversing your positions. straddling his hips, you slowly lowered yourself onto him, grinding once, twice. his hands dug into your hips, and he buried his face in his pillow to muffle a deep groan. "what's wrong, baby boy? can't handle it anymore?" you teased. grinding again before taking your sweater off and tossing it aside.
"nah, come on, you can do better than that." felix laughed and pulled his pyjama pants down, revealing his plain black boxer shorts. you pushed his shirt up, exposing his chiseled abs, and you peppered them with kisses, pressing a soft kiss against the bulge in his underwear.
"do you think i could take you?" you tilted your head and pulled his underwear down, revealing his pretty erection. you began pumping him slowly, licking the precum off of his tip. you can feel him shiver under your touch and you smile sweetly. "can't take it anymore, honey?"
"you're being unfair." felix complained, sitting up and turning you around to put you on all fours. he pushed the small of your back down, forcing you to arch, and then expertly pulled your pants and underwear down in one swift motion. you decided to let him have his way and see what he could do to please you.
"shut. the. front. door." hyunjin stood at felix's doorway with a cheeky smile. "Y/N, YOU DID IT! I TOLD YOU BEING A BITCH TO HIM WOULD WORK!"
Imagine you and jeongin were having sex when he finished first so you ended up faking an orgasm. A few days later he overhears you telling a friend over the phone abt this. When you wake up next to him the next morning you find yourself tied to your headboard, unable to escape. You are completely naked and jeongin comes in. He eats you out and forces orgasm after orgasm out of you until you are crying and he is completely relentless. He finally let's up after your 15th orgasm and you are relived, until you see him take the vibrator from the drawer and turn it to the highest and holding it against your clit while he fucks you coaxing about 20 more orgasms leaving you feeling exhausted. He says he only did this to pay you back for the orgasm he owed you.
If you do this, could u pls tag me? <3333
스트레이키즈
yang jeongin 𖹭 afab!reader
what i owe you.
synopsis: an insecure jeongin wants nothing other than to make you feel good.
content: explicit sexual content (mdni), pwp, afab!female reader, established relationship, pet names (babe, baby, innie), dubious consent but it all works out, mentioned faked orgasm, yandere!jeongin if you put glasses and squint, they have a safeword but the reader doesn't use it, not proofread, lowercase intended.
explicit warnings: dom!jeongin, he is a little mean/aggressive but sweet and calm?, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, overstimulation, using a vibrator, bondage/eagle
zuzu's notes: hiii! sorry this took so long, it was in my drafts for awhile. idk if it's okay that i answered your ask or if you wanted me to just make a post and then tag you but... well, amazing ask, girliepop! i love the idea so much, but you made it sound complete so i didn't know what to add, i hope you enjoy anyway hehe. writing this kinda reminded me of seven by jungkook ft. latto, so maybe that's a song rec while reading this lol. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱
"don't get me wrong, i love jeongin..."
i.n didn't intend to eavesdrop. he arrived home a few hours early to surprise you, but his curiosity piqued when he heard your soft voice when you were supposedly supposed to be the only one he would come home to. as he crept closer to the door of your shared bedroom, expecting the worst that he pushed to the back of his mind,
he knew that you were talking about him. he let out a breath of relief when he saw that you were on the phone. he wanted to know more but also he felt guilty for violating your privacy... it was your shared home anyway, he felt somewhat justified in his behavior.
"i guess he has been a little stressed lately and needed a quick release. i just had to fake mine,"
i.n's heart dropped to the pit of stomach. fake? he felt a gnawing sensation. as he listened closely, they prayed that you were referring to something else and not your intimate moments together. the uncertainty was weighing heavily on his mind and he felt a sense of insecurity about your pleasure. he wondered when else you would fake and he didn't realize. your words continued.
"otherwise... i don't know, he could have been embarrassed since he could always make me release before him... it's my first time having to fake it—"
without warning, i.n burst into the bedroom and loudly announced himself. "babe, i'm home!" he exclaimed, immediately capturing your attention. he proceeded to remove his shoulder bag and neatly comb his hair, all while putting on a convincing performance that he had just arrived.
"oh!" you exclaimed, hanging up the phone and rushing to put on your slippers and greeting i.n with a warm, loving hug that i.n struggled to return properly. "you're early, baby!" you said cheerily, planting a kiss on his cheek. "how was practice?"
"practice was a little tiring," he forced a smile. "i wanted to take you out to dinner."
"oh, really? let me get ready then—" you pulled away from him, looking around before heading toward the closet.
"ah, babe," he called out, following you into the bedroom and wrapped his arms around you from behind. "maybe after dinner, you'd wanna...?"
"oh," you paused. a bead of sweat dripped down i.n's forehead as he awaited your response. he felt a little nervous but he wanted to make up for your lost orgasm tonight until he heard your response; "maybe not tonight, baby." you smiled and patted his hand around you as you searched for an outfit.
"ah, okay, then..." i.n promptly removed his arms around your body and decided to wash up as well.
dinner went by quickly and quietly, probably like last night. i.n couldn't get the thought of your phone conversation out of his head and decided to plan something for the next morning.
"dinner was amazing, baby," you kissed his cheek as you opened the door to your apartment. "we haven't been able to eat out in weeks."
"that's why i wanted to surprise you..." he gave you a sweet smile.
the night ended peacefully, it was dark and quiet, the bedroom was well ventilated, and you were actually a bit chilly, so you cuddled up to i.n's broad form. curse you for being so cozy that night, you ended up having the deepest and best sleep of your life until you woke up to a sensation.
your eyes fluttered open and you look down to see i.n's head between your legs. slowly, your mind woke up along with your body and you grew alarmed, shutting your legs together, only to not. they were tied down to the foot of the bed, you tried to move your arms but they were tied to the end of the bed. "jeongin-" you rasped out.
he lifted his head from your legs, "oh, you're awake." he said blankly and wiped his bottop lip with his thumb as he sat up.
"what are you doing? untie me," you whined as your arms and legs struggled to escape the restrains.
"shh, baby, calm down..." he shuffled up, legs straddling your stomach as he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on your cheek, then your soft lips. he pulled away and stared into your eyes. "i'm simply making up for a lost orgasm the other night."
"babe, i have a meeting to get to,"
"tell them you're sick." he went back down and laid his tongue flatly on your clit, kitten licking it, earning a soft moan from you. "i'm sure you will be soon."
"baby, please-" you cried when he fit two of his thick fingers knuckle-deep effortlessly into your pussy, you were so wet from arousal and his saliva that he didn't struggle. he curled his fingers, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. "ah, baby-" you moaned out. fuck. he hadn't given you this type of attention in months, maybe it was okay to call in sick today. you were a bit overwhelmed and you could only move your hips against his hand.
"you like that?" i.n asked quietly as he watched your hips rock against his hand, eyes flickering to look at your already fucked out expression. "you must really like it..." he whispered and pulled his fingers out.
"innie!" you whined out, your disappointment was short-lived when he began lapping at your cunt again, sucking and eating you like there was no tomorrow. "don't stop like that..." you moaned, you could feel your climax building up as he sucked harshly on your clit and licked your hole. he let out a low moan as he felt your cum build up on his tongue.
"mmm, babe, you taste amazing. i can't believe i missed out on this for months..."
slowly, you caught your breath, but you felt his tongue on you again. "ah, innie, stop- i- can't..." you whined, moving your hips away from him.
"ah ah, quit moving, babe. i need to make you feel good." jeongin grabbed your hips in place and continued his job. you whined in his grasp, helpless. "if you really wanted to stop, you'd say the safeword, no?" he put his middle finger and began fingering you aggressively. you blubbered as you felt another orgasm building. "come on baby," he said, voice low as he quickened his pace, finger unrelenting, his thumb moved to rub your clit and you creamed around his finger.
"ah, baby... please..." you moaned out, eyes fluttering shut. you hadn't had to consecutive amazing orgasms forced out of you liked that before. "please..." you blubbered.
"please what?" jeongin asked, his finger began pumping inside you once more, this time he fit in his pointer and his ring, he pushed them in so deep you felt the cold silver of his rings against your folds. you whined out at the sensation. "please what baby?"
you were left speechless, your voice exhausted from the relentless stream of orgasms jeongin had wrung from you. his fingers continued to work their magic, adding another orgasm to your already impressive tally, he began to eat you out once more. and more. and more. this continued for about 10 times before he finally stopped, pulling away from your quivering pussy and sucking the evidence of your cum from his fingers.
"mhgh... baby, are you done now...?" you asked weakly, your voice barely audible. your eyes fluttered open as jeongin stood up and walked towards the bedside table, pulling out a vibrator with a wicked glint in his eye. your eyes widened.
synopsis: now pretend their microphones are their dicks. they're all fucking hot and i want them to fuck me 'til i can't remember my name anymore.
content: mdni, pure horny. also i sound like a sex addict lol, not proofread, lowercase intended.
zuzu's note: i know this has been talked about a lot but never enough. ateez dick size (bonus, fav positions). they're all huge, u cannot convince me otherwise. WE'VE ALL PEAKED AT THEIR BULGES ON THEIR STAGE PERFORMANCES RIGHT??? LIKE PLSSSS. ot8 = the biggest losers with the biggest dicks.
Hongjoong 『홍중』
big. decent. 7 inches? mmmmh, mhm, hongjoong go get it. ily. i wanna give him head and i bet he needs so much head. he lovessss fucking your throat, he's also a handjob guy, especially if you have small hands he loves seeing you struggle to wrap it around him<33 sucking him off in the studio, hello?
Seonghwa 『성화』
big, just big. bro, his dick would be so big and majestic and pretty. like, that ain't no dick no more, that's a penis, that's a member. and ugh he's just so vanilla with it? idk. put a pink ribbon on it and suck him dry. a bedroom fucker. cowgirl pose fan.
Yunho 『윤호』
big. long big. 10 inches? a bit skinny but big, mmmmmhh, he's probably yummy, like he actually tastes good. i want to suck him like a lollipop, just casually, just to taste him. i feel like i would never get tired of his dick. it's just addictive, yk? in my mouth, in my hands, in between my tits, in between my thighs, in my pussy, in my asshole — i only have so much holes pls yunho, one chance. SHOWER SEX-
Yeosang 『여상』
big. 7 inches? he also has a pretty dick. almost too pretty. it should be framed and displayed in a museum i think. it's art, i just wanna kiss it. broo, imagine kissing his dickkk, i think i'd die. hello cowgirl fans?? i think all of ateez would like the cowgirl pose tbh
San 『산』
BIGGGGGGGGG?!?!?!??? brooooo, he would stuff u up and split u in half. he is big in every way shape and form. your hand would probably not fit all around it??? i want to hear him whimper while i give him the best handjob/blowjob of his life, please and thank you. doggy style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary, mid-day, nighttime, in the living room, in the kitchen, lights on, lights off, etc. and i, thank you.
Mingi 『민기』
biggest. big and fat and pretty. i think we all know this. 10? 11 inches??? too much. i know too much isn't good, 6 is enough but fuck fuck, idc. 11 inches take it or leave it. inappropriate and controversial but idols should reveal their dick size (length [inches] and girth [cm]) like they reveal their height or hand size. mingi, please,,, please... HE IS SUCHHH A COWGIRL/69 TYPE OF GUY.
Wooyoung 『우용』
big. decent. 6 inches. also one pretty dick. ok, you know what? they all have pretty dicks. wooyoung would loveee fucking you raw, he seems like the kinda guy, wanna feel all your insides, yk? he wants u sitting on his lap riding him in the living room or smn.
Jongho 『종호』
fat. big fat. biggfggldjjskskwjd. jongho would also taste so good in a masculine way. omg he'd fill u up so good, 8 inches? 8 inches hello? i want him!!!! i need him, like, literally. oh my god ohmg ogmgjdjzja dies. idc, i will get on my knees and suck. i will spread my legs and ass cheeks like there's no tomorrow. but i feel like jongho is big fan of fucking, penetration and all that. he's a missionary guy, a doggy style guy, any pose that gives him dominance kinda guy. also, u riding on his thighs? im gonna die
synopsis: idol!reader is very open about her love for ateez kim hongjoong, scandal breaks, they end up together. (feat. bang chan of skz being wise.)
content: eventual smut mdni, cringe/crack, angst if u squint, strangers2friends2lovers, reader uses she/her pronouns, slow burn?, this is shit, choppy storyline lots of time skips and anticlimactic, fluffy?, lots of use of the pet name 'baby', cuddling, big sexy hongjoong, swearing, not proofread, lowercase intended.
explicit warnings: in the studio couch, handjob, p in v, no prep, vanilla, unprotected, creampie, sub/dom undertones?, virgin/inexperienced reader
guide: italics in dialogues are used when they speak in korean. chat fonted dialogues are comments and exchanged texts. long blocks of dialogues are used during lives because they're not really doing anything apart from speaking!
zuzu's note: main masterlist. the girl in the picture is just a reference/icon to get the overall vibe of the "idol aesthetic." also, because it's difficult to make things neutral, i created your group and fandom's name, and also put in a groupmate's name in as placeholders because it's difficult to write without mentioning them lol.
you spent two years honing your skills as a trainee at a modest, struggling company before rising to fame as the leader of your own group, DESTINY. your impressive duality on stage, seamlessly transitioning from intense, commanding dance moves and mature raps to the charming, feminine aegyo concept, quickly won over fans. your first award was hard-earned for your sultry debut song titled "Sit." (in which you would subtly imply that you want to sit on someone's face).
you, in particular, gained a significant international following because of your hilarious bedroom lives where you would often deliver sassy comebacks to fans, showcase your impressive english language skills, and share random chatter that fans couldn't help but love. Initially, you became known for your goofy on-screen personality. however, as your talents and stage presence shone through, it was no surprise that people fell for you.
DESTINY has cemented their status as THE 5th generation girl group, making waves in the music industry. numerous renowned idols you adored in the past (one of which, was Kim Hongjoong) have taken notice of your group's bold lyrics and praised your distinctive style and captivating concept.
one day, you decide to hop onto instagram to go live and have a casual chat with your dedicated fans, also known as fates, during a brief pause from rehearsing the dance routine for your upcoming comeback album titled "idgaf." despite having beads of sweat clinging to your forehead and being slightly winded from the dance, you maintain a casual conversation with your viewers;
"so, a few days ago i was on my phone and i was watching these uh, these compilations of other idols talking about me—" you pause to catch your breath and slightly chuckle at how ridiculous you sound. "someone made one of those cute videos on youtube." you repeat in korean. "my favorite part was when they showed ateez reaction to me casually rapping that one part in WORK during one of my lives..." you took a deep inhale and looked away as you thought about it some more. "hongjoong-sunbaenim was sooo, aaaagh! he was— i mean, okay, so, don't like, make a big deal out of this, but i had a hugeeee crush on him for so long, so long, like, before i debuted, i swear, his charizzma is unmatched!!! aaaaaGH, he COMPLIMENTED MY RAPPING IN THE VIDEO! and then i began to wonder if, like, was my rapping even good? damn, i could've done better if i knew hongjoong-sunbaenim would watch it. he was also, actually my inspiration as a leader and a producer..."
you continued chattering on, unaware that your manager would soon reprimand you for discussing that particular topic, citing potential negative consequences. however, it wasn't a major issue, since your fans actually valued your candidness. sure, there were a few hateful remarks scattered among the positive comments, but many responded positively, with remarks such as:
"help she's so real 😭"
"waaah, wishing i was hongjoon rn"
"she can't have hongjoong! he is dating atiny" — "she is atiny tho?" someone replied.
"totally ship them" and it was all enough to make your day.
it's not too long before you come across a reel on instagram that many fans tagged you in; hongjoong reacting to a clip of you simping over him on your livestream. your heartbeat picked up its pace and you sat up properly, raising the volume on your phone as you mentally prepared yourself for the video.
"yahh, i already saw this." he says and you pause the video. fuck. you play it again. "honestly, i thought it was a bit cute." you blush and kick your feet until he speaks again. "it's rare to see junior idols showcasing their admiration for their seniors, but it's really nice, i really like it... especially when they admire me," he shows a heart to the camera. "y/n, if you're watching this, please continue to show your love and support to ateez!"
you were a little disappointed because he seemed to spin it off that you were just a supportive junior/atiny, but you decided to brush it off.
weeks pass and the topic dies down until a photo of you and hongjoong chatting while he signed your album at their fansign event was spreading around the internet and rumors began — you didn't think it would be hidden since it was a public event, but you also didn't think that it would be a scandal. it's your first time being able to chat with hongjoong at all and the dating rumors are just ridiculous. your manager gives you the go signal and you decide to address the rumors by going live in your iconic bed, the lights are dim and you're bare faced, wearing glasses —
"helllooo..." you adjusted the camera at the foot of the bed and you laid on your stomach in front of it. "yesterday... i met kim hongjoong-sunbaenim of ateez..." you paused as you thought about what to say next — you didn't want a script, you wanted to stay yourself: authentic and genuine.
"and today, i was very disappointed because many fates say that we are dating and expressed their hatred for the idea... i would like to point out that i only admire him now as my senior and inspiration for being an idol! i would like to address that, honestly, the dating rumors are a bit ridiculous just because i said i had a crush. it was my first time meeting hongjoong-sunbaenim," your tone was a bit defensive and pouty, you paused as you fiddled with your earring and stared at the camera, snivveling.
"it was my very first time meeting him, it was awkward. more awkward than if he was with a regular fan, maybe because i am an idol and i expressed my admiration for him very publicly, but he was very kind and considerate about it. he really expressed his appreciation for me as his junior and atiny and that was the extent of our interaction. i hope you guys don't spread rumors like this again even if it's true, it would be private business and you shouldn't gossip about someone's love life like this. if you guys like it so much, i suggest you guys focus on your own." you make a light joke of the situation, slightly hoping you don't get hate for that as well. soon after that live, you posted a selfie you took with hongjoong at the fansign event with the caption "forever atiny! 🫶" and you decided to stop and stray away from the whole hongjoong topic because you didn't want to cause him any more trouble.
luckily, after that, many fates decided to come forward and be more open as they showed a lot of support for you and hongjoong.
"this is ridiculous! she shouldn't have to address those dumb rumors, please respect them! they are idols, your baseless rumors could ruin their career."
"i feel so bad for her and hongjoong. i love their innocent chemistry and i believe they should interact more often! male and female idols should be able to interact without being "accused" of dating. like she said, even if they are, it is none of our business! so sad that she'll probably have avoid him after this. so disappointed in whoever made the rumors."
months later, your group and ateez both were in Chicago, USA for your comeback world tour at the same time and while you were there, you decided to attend their concert and you screamed at the top of your lungs and went along every fan chant like a pro, you were far away from the stage so there were no hopes of being noticed — since it was convenient, your managers decided that your group and ateez should collaborate on dances of your comeback title songs, and naturally, you and hongjoong were paired together by your managers in hopes of using this dance as a warning for fans not to mess with the two of you. much to your convenience, the title track of your comeback album is "idgaf."
"hongjoong-sunbaenim!" you slightly jogged over to him and the staff and group members and bowed as deep as you could, your manager and fellow DESTINY members following close by.
"there's no need for that," hongjoong waves you off as you came back up and you chuckle slightly as you awkwardly look around the silent room — you often gossiped with your members about how you'd 'let hongjoong do things to you' among other questionable remarks, and right now you silently hope they wouldn't say a word about it. "i already learned the dance earlier, it's really good! i heard you choreographed it? " hongjoong attempts at small talk and you nod politely in response, holding your hands together, noticing the ateez members behind him glancing at you guys, whispering, and chuckling.
"yes, it took me a month to perfect the choreography before i taught my members." you explain, but before hongjoong could continue, one of the staff unknowingly interrupts your chat.
"okayyy, let's get started! in your positions, please."
you guys complete the dance on the second take, and once it was posted, the fans absolutely adore your chemistry (just as you did) they fawn over the idea of you and hongjoong together (just as you did).
after the posting of the dance, you have a casual live featuring your group mate, nina, who also spoke english. the theme; "doing face masks in my bed and eating ramen." during that very live, you receive a notification while your friend talks to the viewers. you picked you your phone to check what it was, your heart almost literally stopped.
kim hongjoong...
was...
following you back on instagram.
your eyes almost popped out of your head and you let out a really long high pitched screech.
"what? " nina looks at you, befuddled but laughing at your odd reaction. after a few seconds you still don't respond to her as you kick your feet. "ya, what is it? " she attempts once again and lean over your shoulder to check your phone but you slam it down on the bed. you slowly turn to her, trying and failing to contain your smile as you whisper so the audience couldn't hear.
"hongjoong-sunbaenim is following me on instagram..."
her eyes widen and she smiles. "are you sure?" she asked in a high pitched voice and you nodded frantically, showing her your phone. her smile widens and the two of you couldn't hold it in anymore — you both begin squealing and grabbing each others hands live and the fate's comments kept coming in.
"what are you two talking abouttt???"
"i didn't hear what she said!"
fans would soon understand what you were screeching about and this time, instead of dating rumors, it was "feeling" rumors. fans would gossip and speculate about how you two obviously had feelings for each other, other speculations include your "random chemistry" with hongjoong to be a marketing strategy — to always put you two together to gather more attention, likes, and fan reactions.
what they don't know is that they are correct on both accounts; because you and hongjoong so obviously had feelings each other the staff would always put you together.
the tipping point.
hongjoong posted a picture on his story of a ticket purchase to your world tour comeback concert.
the concert is coming to an end.
DESTINY is singing the encore, which is also your last chance; ever since hongjoong posted that on his story you made a plan. but you told everyone that it was in the heat of the moment when you did it. that's what you told yourself — the adrenaline, your sore muscles, your vocal cords beginning to strain, the screams of fate, the sound of your heartbeat, the thought of hongjoong. your lines in the song were coming close — before the beat drops, you skip toward the center and you raise your hand, microphone close to your mouth, you screamed.
"HONGJOONG-SUNBAENIM!" you scream out, your voice echoing through the arena. "this one's for you!" the fate fans erupt into a frenzy of deafening screams and cheers. the stunned expressions of the DESTINY members are captured on the iphone cameras held by fans. "FATE! let me hear you FUCKING SCREAM YOUR HEARTS OUT!" you shout, launching into the chorus of the song. as the beat drops and the intensity kicks in, everything around you becomes a hazy blur, and for a moment, your mind goes blissfully blank.
as the concert reaches its finale, the members of DESTINY retreat backstage to catch their breath and decompress. you immediately seek refuge in the nearest chair, plopping down and exhaling a loud, tired sigh.
"ya, y/n, what were you thinking?" nina sits on the chair next to you. "we don't know what could happen now."
that was the worst possible feeling to have as an idol. the anxiety of what comes next.
...it reminded you of the time mingi swore to jongho on a live.
"it's not that big of a deal," you say as you chug and finish an entire bottle of water. "it's to feed fate's hunger..."
"yaaah, how you think hongjoong-sunbaenim would react? " she ponders and you shrug, choosing not to think about it. despite your nonchalant demeanor, you completely regret it. 'how would everyone react?' sure, you constantly openly express your admiration for him everywhere else, but onstage was something else, 'what happened to professionalism?' you sigh and put your hand on your forehead. you're going to get in a lot of trouble with your manager now.
that nonsense yet iconic line would get you the title of the "most ballsy k-pop leader of the 5th generation " which is also the headline of the hit article that would later accuse you of being "too forward" with your "poor attempt" at bringing modern media and standards to korean culture and k-pop. back then, your line at the concert would not be acceptable, but now there are so many of your fans — your fates defending you, supporting you, and fighting all of the haters and closed fates who openly express their distaste and negativity for your unprofessional behaviour. you still believe that you deserve at least half of it.
it's no surprise that hongjoong doesn't share or post any public reaction to your iconic line of 2024, unlike you, an immature newer idol, he has been in the entertainment industry longer and is an expert on how to maintain professionalism, especially when it comes to dating scandals. agh, he probably lost his respect for you after that moment.
another few weeks pass. to your surprise, even after your unprofessional behaviour, DESTINY was invited to an award show, and during one of the performances, nature called, so you got up to head to the bathroom. in one of the hallways, the smallest of small chances and the most cliche of cliches happened. you and hongjoong stood in front of each other at the hallway that led to the bathrooms, you bow deeply and greet him softly, a bit embarrased you hunch in shame. "hello..."
"y/n-ah! " he's surprisingly relaxed, he raises a hand forward and you awkwardly double check it before high fiving him and he puts it back in his pocket. "how are you? i've actually been a bit of a fate myself these past few weeks and that thing you said at the concert wasss, wow."
'okay, so he addressed the elephant in the room just like that. was it even the elephant for him? it seemed like a koala, or... a chipmunk or something.' goes through your mind. you awkwardly chuckle and push your hair away from your face. "yeah... i'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable, i've regretted it ever since—"
"no! you don't have to be. it was cool. really cool. i liked it." he says. his cute, reassuring smile remains and you can't help but smile back.
"really?" you ask, you don't how pathetic you sound asking it but hongjoong liked how it came out of your mouth — your personality now is so soft-spoken and different from the "ballsy 5th gen leader" the internet made you out to be, he adored the duality. "i was actually super nervous, i was afraid you would think i ruined the face of my group or something and unfollow me on instagram..." you ramble nervously.
"ya, i would never! " he said and took his phone out. "i am a certified fate from here on out, you and are- are the fate-inies." he handed you his phone. "i was actually wondering if we can exchange contacts?" you look at him, shocked painted across your face.
"really???" you ask and don't hesitate to grab his phone. "of course!" you try your best not to sound too eager but of course, you fail. hongjoong laughs at your innocent reaction and you return his phone. he smiles, satisfied, and lifts it up and shaking the screen in front of you.
"i'll text you," he says casually. "will you reply?" you nod, trying to contain your smile because you don't wanna scare him away.
"of course! why else would i give you my number?" he makes way for you in the small hallway and mumbles a farewell as he waves his hand and he begins to walk away, you turn and watch him until he's out of sight before you run to the bathroom, slam the door behind you and scream your lungs out in the mirror. you totally lost the urge to pee and you return to your groupmates immediately after, already gossiping about what went down. later that night, DESTINY wins an award, you celebrate, and head back to your dorm, wash up and fall on your bed where you would receive a text from hongjoong.
hongjoong: "yo! congratulations on your win! i was very happy when DESTINY was announced and saw you onstage ㅋㅋㅋㅋ."
you bite your nail, thinking of your response.
you: "hi! tysm! congratulations on your award as well. it's expected of ateez-sunbaenim, i already see it coming ㅋㅋㅋ"
hongjoong: "ah, don't be like that. it's hard to live up to expectations"
you chuckle at his response. his typing style was different than you expected. you got ready to type out another response until he messaged again.
hongjoong: "btw, when r u available? we should celebrate our win together. as leaders."
your heart skips a beat... or two. is he asking you out?
you: "how about tomorrow night?"
hongjoong: "oh, no can do. ateez celebration party tomorrow with a few close friends."
you sigh and you're about to put your phone down for the night when you reel another vibration.
hongjoong: "unless u wanna come? ur more than welcome"
you: "idk, it might not be the best choice. will there be other female idols there?"
hongjoong: "uhh, ur being kinda dubious. do you want there to be female idols?"
you: "yes pls"
hongjoong: "then there will be female idols there. why? are you going to choose them over me?"
you: "ㅋㅋㅋㅋ only if the entirety of blackpink are there."
hongjoong: "it might seem crazy what i'm 'bout to say..."
hongjoong: "sorry but lisa was all we could book 4 the night"
you: "U FR?!"
hongjoong: "no"
hongjoong: "ateez is not made of gold. lisa-sunbaenim is also busy with more important matters"
hongjoong: "ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ"
hongjoong: "...are you still coming?"
hongjoong: "..."
hongjoong: "y/n?"
you: "yes! it sounds great"
hongjoong: "great. i'll send u the details, see u there ;)"
...is that a fucking winky face? you swear this man is the bane of your existence.
you go to the party alone — and surprisingly, it isn't the small gathering you expected, there were so many recognizable faces, not just of idols, but actors. the venue is a large vip lounge of an underground club in the city. the interior was obnoxious and practically made of gold —you look around and see choi san leaning on a wall, alone. he's a familiar face that you're comfortable talking with. you make eye contact across the room and you walk your way toward him confidently. "hello, sunbaenim!! congratulations on your win~" you give him a soft smile and he smiles back, taking a sip from the glass in his hand — is that brandy? you watch as he silently puts the cup down on the table next to him without so much as a thanks to your greeting, he puts his hands on each of your cheeks, and you wonder if his drunk until you're flustered as he forcibly turns your head 90° to the right.
"hyung is over there."
you easily recognize your hongjoong.
he is chatting with who you recognize to be bang chan of stray kids but your eyes just lock in on him — everyone else around is suddenly blurred and he's the only one you see. you focus on the way his lips move as he speaks, the way he softly nods — this is him when he thinks you're not watching and it's so damn hot, him being himself. the mere fact that he breathes is hot. damn, you're so in love. san chuckles at how you already forgot he was next to you, he conks you in the head and walks away.
you walk toward hongjoong and excuse yourself to their conversation. "y/n!" he says enthusiastically and places a hand around your shoulders. "bang chan, i'm sure your familiar," hongjoong says casually and he makes eye contact with someone in the room — getting distracted, he walks away. of course, it's his group's celebratoon party, you weren't the only guest he would tend to. you awkwardly look up at bang chan and wave.
"hi, sunbaenim! i really love maniac and superbowl, amazing songs!" you give him two thumbs ups and he giggles bashedly, almost blushing — you knew bangchan to alwayd be a flustered mess, he never knew how to react to compliments. "also, i subscribed to your bubble once, wowwww." you tried to make small talk and he laughed once more.
"yeahhh, i can get pretty crazy there. you know, i would also watch your lives sometimes, you're funny!" he says, and you smile.
"you really think so? aaah, i know i have a lot of cringe moments, especially when i first revealed my crush on hongjoong."
"oh yeah, no, it wasn't cringe at all! everybody in the industry already saw your chemistry from before you mentioned it. i totally support you guys haha." he speaks casually and your eyes widen.
"wh-what? support our what? what do we have? what chemistry?" you ramble and bang chan chuckles.
"relax, relax — it's nothing, just, we see your flirting here and there and you two would be so cute together. but, if you want my advise, i wouldn't recommend going public with it, honestly. DESTINY— it's DESTINY, right? you guys just debuted, i don't think having a public relationship with an idol older than you is the right career choice this early on." he says and you nod along, you totally understood where he was coming from but when you stayed silent too long for comfort, bangchan tilted his head. "hey? did i say something wrong?"
you snapped your attention back at him. "hm? yeah, i mean NO! i completely understand what you said and i agree. plus, there's nothinggg between me and hongjoong, we're just... i don't know we're, okay, so there might be a little bit of a thing, but it'll take a long time until it actually becomes something~" you giggle and bangchan giggles as well and the two of you are just a giggling mess and hongjoong comes back to join your group.
"hey, what's all the giggling about?" he moves his head to look at you, then bang chan, then you, then bang chan — "isn't this your first time being acquainted? why are you two having so much fun without me? " then bangchan just smiles, then looks at you, then hongjoong, then you, then hongjoong.
"i'll get going nowww~" he says in a goofy tone and walks away.
"what's with him?" hongjoong mutters and looks at you. "have you eaten? eat! there's plenty of appetizers and foods around—"
"hongjoong-sunbaenim," you interrupt him. "ah, no... hongjoong-oppa." you look up at him, and he stares at you, expression blank but clearly flustered at the new title he got from you. "what are we?" you decide to live up to your title as the most ballsy kpop leader of the 5th generation and he chokes on air, eyebrows raising and eyes blinking repeatedly as he processes what you said.
"um," hongjoong looks around the room nervously, maybe concerned if anyone overheard what you just said. "i... like- hm? huh? i-" he can barely get a word out and you tilt your head, maybe you shouldn't have been to forward, it was wayyy too soon.
"sorry, you don't have to answer." you say calmly and he lets out a very obvious sigh of relief and you chuckle.
"felt like i was trying to defuse a time bomb." he laughs, holding a hand over his chest and you smile as not to ruin the mood, but your next question would do just that for you.
"but... be honest, this is more than a friendship, right? " you can see his smile falter ever so slightly and the silent pause is way too long for comfort. maybe you shouldn't have asked.
"...we'll see where it goes, yeah? " hongjoong smiles. you nod in understanding and he pets your head ever-so-softly as not to ruin your hair. "let's go, let's enjoy the party."
later that night, he takes you to your dorm in the same car he is being driven home in — he waves goodbye and you bow politely. "i'll text you!" hongjoong says, loud enough for you to hear. the car drives off in the distance and you smile and wave. "i'll reply!" you yell back.
your relationship lasted in the talking stage for a few months. rumors were nonexistent because you and hongjoong didn't have to express your attraction to each other through lives and posts and stories anymore, fans assumed it was because the staff felt the tension between you two died down and stopped using it for clout, little did they know that it all began hiding behind closed doors through hundreds of flirty texts and phone calls, cute selcas, handmade gifts, ordering food for each other, occasional video calls, and personal dates throughout your busy schedule. you were practically dating now but you and hongjoong never had a label.
"so, what are you guys? " wooyoung would ask.
hongjoong takes a moment to answer as he scrolls through his laptop. "...we're in a situationship."
"aren't you a little too old to be afraid of commitment?"
"ya, bastard—"
it wouldn't take too long for your "situationship" to spread among other idols and since everyone else was pretty closed off or "careful" it was the gossip of the industry.
about 6 months into whatever you and hongjoong had; you two were alone together in the living room of his dorm, everyone else was out and about, busy tending to their own lives leaving you two were finally alone together. one of the few moments you treasured. you laid comfortably into his chest as you both focused on wonka (timothee ver.) playing on the flat screen tv. hongjoong subconsciously pets your hair every now and then and you nuzzled deeper into his chest but there was a lingering thought in your head that you have been meaning to ask.
"hongjoong-oppa..." you mumble. hongjoong humms in response — you feel the vibration of his voice against your ear that rests just above his chest. you shuffled to look at him, he glances at you, seeing that you're a bit serious, he pauses the movie and he sits up a bit. "...is it still to early to ask what we are?"
hongjoong's expression doesn't change. it makes it hard for you to read him and how he feels about the question you have been too scared to ask these past few weeks. hongjoong doesn't respond however, just looking at you with clueless eyes. you sigh, expressing your disappointment and gently push him back into his position on the couch and laid back on top of him.
"nevermind." you murmur. you don't wanna force him into rushing the relationship or do anything he's uncomfortable with, but you don't want to wait too long either. shouldn't the two of you always be on the same page? you sigh again the more you thought about it, but your thoughts were interrupted as soon as hongjoong pushed you back up into your position.
"no," he simply said. "it's not too soon. in fact, it's a little late." he began and you started listening to him, pout evident on your face. hongjoong takes a deep breath. "the truth is, i have been thinking about this topic... me and some of the members would talk about it, and they kept telling me to "put a label on it," but my response was always that i was too scared." you looked at him, brows furrowed. "i really like you, y/n. it scares me." he whispers.
"...you don't... have to be scared." you say softly.
"i know, i know—" he rubs his forehead and he lets out a deep sigh. "but a label makes it so official, y'know...? "
"i know, oppa, but if our relationship, is not going anywhere then we might as well stop now." you can feel the anger in you bubbling up. "i don't date around, you know. you said yourself that you wanted to see where this would go, it's been months and after everything we've done together, i still can't believe we're not even called boyfriend and girlfriend," you pause to take a breath and calm yourself down. "i don't want to force you anything, but i just, i can't help but think that you don't want to continue this but you're too afraid to tell me. i don't want to wake up tomorrow and you change your mind and decide that you don't want me anymore, i need to propose an ultimatum." you pause, licking your lips nervously. "if you don't want to be my boyfriend now then maybe you shouldn't be my boyfriend at all."
you rambled on like you usually do, but hongjoong doesn't want to interrupt you, he never wanted to, he loves listening to you talk, but hearing the words that came out of your mouth upset him.
"...y/n, don't get me wrong," he began. "i want to be your boyfriend and i want you to be my girlfriend, i want a label, but you have to understand that it's hard for me..." he explained calmly, voice soft.
his words don't change how you feel, and you frown. "then why? what are you waiting for—? " your words are interrupted when you feel his lips smash into yours in a soft and wet kiss, it's almost aggressive but eventually, it melts into a tender, passionate connection before pulling away. you look at hongjoong, a little dazed but befuddled. that was the last thing you expected but somehow it calmed your nerves, unlike his words. you look away from him as a blush creeps into your face — that was your first ever kiss with him. "why'd you do that..? "
"because, y/n," hongjoong softly squishes your cheeks and guides you to look into his eyes. "you're beautiful. not just physically — your personality is beautiful, your passion is beautiful... you're a wonderful person and i am very lucky to have you." you're glad that you're looking at him because you can see the sincerity in his eyes. "...and i love how much you care and i- i know that i am ready to have a label, it's just that i told you... i'm scared... but, i guess, we don't always jump into things prepared..." he says and your expression softens. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him just a little bit closer. "y/n... can i be your boyfriend?" he asks softly.
"of course. what's wrong with you?" you playfully hit his chest and pull him into another short kiss. "i literally had a breakdown about the fact that you didn't wanna be my boyfriend and you're still asking me if i want you to be my boyfriend?" you laugh, hongjoong leans in, another small kiss.
"ya, don't tease me." he mumbles against your lips and you smile mischievously.
"or what~?" you ask, suggestively tilting your head as you look into his gorgeous eyes. hongjoong simply chuckles at your boldness and pecks your cheek, pulling you in for a proper hug and he whispers in your ear.
"don't push it," you were shocked at how deep his voice became. "i might not be able to contain myself..." he says casually and lays back down as if he didn't just leave you wet. "...right, let's continue the movie." he grabs the remote from the table and unpauses it. you just sit there, high and dry.
it's been a year since you and hongjoong have been together, fans are still unaware but catch on to random hints and slip-ups here and there but usually they are too far fetched to be considered a "soft launch" (like you accidentally calling hongjoong "oppa" on a livestream), and only ateez and DESTINY know that your relationship is official official (even your managers don't know, which made it super difficult to go on dates.)
their reactions include but are not limited to:
"finally. you two were beginning to be insufferable..." — DESTINY
"NO WAYYY!?!? THAT'S SO GREAT!!!" — Ateez
"oppaaa!" you yell loudly as you enter the dance studio hongjoong and a few of his members were practicing in. it was late at night and not many people were in the building at the time, you ran over to him and jumped in his arms.
"hi, baby! what are you doing here so late?" he kisses your cheek as he carries you by your thighs against him and you look into his eyes.
"why? can't i see my baby while he's working? " your arms are wrapped around his neck and you kiss his nose, he smiles and scrunches his nose, nuzzling it into yours like a rabbit.
"ahh, come on, you know you're my baby!" he says in a sweet aegyo voice and you giggle. he puts you down and seonghwa walks by.
"come on guys, seriously, i think i might barf..."
"i know, 'oppa, you're my baby, not just that — i want your babies~'" san decides to join in and mock you two with a skit and feigning a high pitched voice. pretending to be you and that seonghwa was hongjoong, playfully hitting his chest.
"ya, stop that, you weirdo—" seonghwa chuckles and hits san back.
you both ignore them, already used to their antics. you hold hongjoong's hands, looking into his eyes. "oppa, wanna go get a snack?"
"totally! let's go." he lets go of your left hand and holds on to your right as he leads you out the dancing studio and into the corridor. "so, where are we going?"
"what? why would i know? i thought you knew." you say, dumbfounded.
"why should i know? you're the one who suggested that we go out for a snack!" he exclaims.
"okay, okay! sooo... let's just go back to the dancing studio? " you turn around and hongjoong pauses, his smile remains the same.
"...actually, i have something else in mind." his voice is soft yet deep — you tilt your head in curiosity as he leads you to the end of the corridor and to the elevators, clicking the down button.
"...soo, are you going to tell me or..?"
"let's hang out in my studio."
this was undeniably the smartest idea Hongjoong had come up with since the beginning of your relationship (considering your surprise). it was incredibly rare for the two of you to get some precious alone time together, so you vowed to savor every single moment. laying on the couch in your favorite position (with you comfortably sprawled on top of him), a soothing silence enveloped the room, where the sound of your synchronized breathing patterns filled the air.
"'joong," you mumble, almost falling asleep, eyes closed. you shift on top of him and feel something rather peculiar down there. your eyes shot wide open. "'joong?!" you playfully hit his chest and sit up. "ya, i thought we were just chilling!"
"sorry! sorry- i couldn't help it, you were positioned so-" he pauses, staring at you as you urged him to continue with a smile and furrowed brows. "nevermind, nevermind, lay back down. it's chill, i promise."
"no," you suddenly say.
"no???" hongjoong questions. "wh- what do you mean?" he tries to laugh it off.
"i mean no, you said it was my fault. i have to help you," you innocently said and slid off of him, going on your knees on the floor.
"woah, woah, woah, wait- no, y/n, i can't let you do that," hongjoong attempts to pull you back up, but you refuse, your hands rest on his thighs, looking up at him with sparkling eyes, eagerly waiting for him to say yes. it's difficult for hongjoong to say no to that expression, he curses under his breath, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. "ahh, shit." he grumbles. "have you ever even sucked a dick, y/n?" he looks down at you, and you shake your head.
"no," you innocently respond. "but i can learn with you right? it's difficult for me to have a sex life, y'know, with our schedules and all."
"yeah, yeah…" he looks away, hand covering the flush of his cheeks.
"…wait," you suddenly stood up. "is this your way of telling me you've been sucked off before?"
"was that your way of telling me you've never been fucked before?" hongjoong quipped.
"is that your other way of telling me you've fucked someone else before?!" you shot back.
he chuckles, "c'mon, baby, this is a good thing!" he runs his hands up and down your arms, attempting to soothe your annoyance, although he's not quite sure whether you're joking or serious. "i could teach you a thing or two, you know? how does that sound, sweetheart?" he stands up and spins around, gently guiding you to sit on the couch with him. despite your earlier irritation, you can't help but giggle as he showers your face with kisses, eventually kissing your lips and coaxing you to lay down on the couch as the make-out session intensifies. he climbs on top of you, grinding his hips into yours, you whine into his kiss. "you like that?" hongjoong mumbles in between kisses, abruptly pulling away to rid of his clothing, prompting you to get rid of yours.
you were practically drooling over his cock, already waiting for him to trace it to your entrance as he wrapped his hand tightly around himself, but he didn't. instead, he leaned back on the other end of the couch, head thrown back as he pumped himself hard. as much as you were disappointed, you gotta say, what a fucking sight. the kim hongjoong was masturbating in front of you, to you. eager, you leaned forward and wrapped your hands around his hand that pumped his cock, wanting to make his job easier, hongjoong stared at you blankly for a moment, considering what he should let you do, slowly, he guided your hands to wrap around his thick girth, urging you to pump up and down, occassionally squeezing at the tip, watching as his precum escaped.
"fuck," hongjoong cursed under his breath. "ah, shit, shit, wait," he pulled your hands off of him. concerned you might've hurt him or done a bad job, you pulled away and watched as he ran a hand through his hair. "sorry, i was just so close to cumming." he mumbled, covering his face with both hands in shame.
you tilt your head, confused. "that's a good thing, though."
"no, no, i wanna make you cum first, baby…" his hand met your cheek, stroking it gently. "you want my tongue or fingers?"
"mmh, cock…" you mumbled, laying on your back and spreading your legs, showing your pretty, tight hole on fully display for him to use. "i want your cock, hongjoong…"
"fuck," hongjoong cllimbed over you and eagerly placed his tip at your entrance. who the hell was he to say no to his innocent baby? he stuck two fingers inside you, collectine some of your arousal to wrap around his cock as lubrication, "fuck, will you be able to take me?" he slowly pushed his tip inside, already struggling as your poor pussy hole fluttered around him. "baby, i don't think it'll fit-" he almost laughed.
"it'll fit!" you whined, grabbing his bare forearms. "i've fingered myself thinking about this moment many times, baby, it'll fit, make it fit, please, i want this, rip me apart, baby-"
slowly, hongjoong bottomed out inside you. the stretch stinging you — he almost came at your mere words and he didn't want to hear another second of it, so he patiently settled inside you for a moment, letting you get used to the sensation before he couldn't take it anymore. he might accidently cum inside you with the way your tight virgin hole squeezed around his long, fat cock. his pace started off slow, he pulled out at his tip before harshly slamming back inside you. you whined. "j-joong," you blubbered. "not too hard."
"okay, baby, i'm sorry," hongjoong leaned down, placing a kiss on your lips before slamming back inside you, slowly and gently. he set the vanilla pace. fuck, fuck, fuck, he was fucking you so good. you hated the thought that he had done this with other girls, but then again, if he didn't then he probably wouldn't have had the skill to fuck you like this right now.
"aah- faster," you whined and hongjoong complied, wanting nothing but to please you, to make your first time memorable. he thrust harder into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot you never even knew existed. "aah! ahhh~!" you involuntarily whined, you had never felt so good in your life, you never felt this before, the desire to reach your climax and the desire to never want this feeling to end. "i-i'm cumming, 'joong-" you whined as he fucked harder into you, abrupt thrusts, his head rested in the crook of your neck, letting out soft groans, his warm breath against your skin.
"cum for me, baby, that's right," he groaned as you squeezed tightly around him, creaming around his cock. "fuck, fuck, that's right baby…" he whispered, reaching his climax as well and painting your insides whiter than they have ever been.
"mmng…" you moaned, you couldn't get a word out even if you wanted to. too fucked out to form a coherent thought, hongjoong stayed inside of you until he softened. he pulled out, placing a kiss on your lips and nose.
"fuck, you took me so well, baby, you know that?" he made his way to face your pussy and began pushing the cum back inside your small hole. "mmh, your first time, you had a creampie? what a dirty slut you are, hmm?" he whispered, kissing the inside of your thigh before grabbing your discarded panties from the floor and sliding it back up your legs. all you could let out was a helpless whine, hongjoong dressed himself up, climbing into the couch wiht you, cuddling your naked, fucked out form into his fully clothed one. "sleep, baby, i'll clean you up at my dorm tomorrow, m'kay?"
𖹭 zuzu's note: everything is fictional and for entertainment purposes only! ^^ i am a sporadic writer and i usually write whatever i want whenever i feel like it but if you have any thoughts or requests, don't be afraid to send them in. i wanna hear them. the drivers listed below are the only ones i can/will write for. with certain missing drivers, i either haven't seen enough of their content or i'm just not that into writing for them.
