pairings : p1harmony x fem!reader (separate)
synopsis : reactions about what happens when p1harmony members call their girlfriend clingy.
warnings : crying, yelling, mean!p1h, angst, kissing, some things are set differently (dorm spaces, studio, etc.), humilation, lmk if i missed anything NOT EDITED.
a/n : guys i'm thinking of stanning cortis... (martin has caught my eye)
word count : 6k
back to library .
keeho - 기호
the dorm was loud the way it always was when all six boys were crammed into one room. jiung and jongseob were locked into a video game battle on the tv, their voices overlapping in sharp bursts of trash talk. intak sat cross-legged on the floor with a bag of chips, narrating the chaos like he was some kind of sports commentator. theo hummed under his breath while scrolling tiktok, and soul sat nearby flipping through a notebook.
you were curled against keeho on the couch, half leaning into his side, chin tucked against his shoulder as you watched the game unfold. it wasn’t unusual—in fact, it was your favorite spot, pressed against him while the others did their thing.
but tonight, keeho wasn’t really leaning back into you.
you didn’t notice at first. you laughed when jongseob shouted in victory, you clapped when jiung fumbled his controller, & you shifted closer when the blanket slipped from keeho’s lap. your hand found his sleeve, tugging gently as you whispered, “look, seob’s actually winning this round.”
keeho stiffened. he gave a small, almost invisible shrug like he was trying to shake your hand off. your brows pinched, but you didn’t move. instead, you tucked yourself closer, smiling. “you’re too quiet. what’s going on in that head of yours?”
that was when it happened.
keeho’s sigh was audible, sharp enough that the others glanced over. he pulled back slightly and said, without lowering his voice:
“god, you’re so clingy sometimes.”
the words landed like a slap.
the room went silent. even jongseob’s character died without him noticing, the announcer blaring on screen. you froze, heat rushing to your face so fast it made your ears ring. your hand fell away from keeho’s sleeve as if you’d been burned.
theo was the first to clear his throat. “…yikes.” intak blinked wide-eyed. “uh, hyung…” jongseob shot a glare keeho’s way, muttering, “not cool.”
soul didn’t say anything, but his pencil stopped mid-line. he was staring. jiung frowned, controller dropping into his lap. “dude, seriously? you didn’t have to say it like that.”
you swallowed, forcing a weak laugh that cracked on the edges. “wow. okay. that’s… noted.” you pushed yourself up from the couch, arms wrapping around yourself. you didn’t wait for a response. you slipped past the boys, trying to hold yourself together until you were safely behind a closed door. the sting hit then—humiliation, sharp and hot. not just because keeho had said it, but because he’d said it in front of everyone.
back in the living room, tension hung heavy.
keeho stared at the empty space you’d left, guilt slowly dawning across his face. “…i didn’t-” “bro,” intak cut in, still munching chips but his tone unusually serious, “you can’t say that to y/n. especially not in front of all of us.”
jiung shook his head, brows furrowed. “yeah, that was rough. you embarrassed her man.” theo leaned back, folding his arms. “more than rough. she looked humiliated.” keeho opened his mouth, closed it. he dragged a hand down his face, groaning. “i didn’t mean it like that.”
“doesn’t matter how you meant it,” jongseob muttered. “it’s how it sounded.” even soul piped up, voice quiet but cutting; “she looked like she wanted to disappear.”
keeho’s chest twisted. he knew. he’d seen it in your eyes the second the word left his mouth—that sting, that crumple he’d caused. and now all five of his members were staring at him like he was the villain.
because he was.
“shit,” he muttered, standing abruptly. “i need to fix this.”
you were sitting on the edge of the bathtub, when a soft knock sounded.
“baby?” keeho’s voice, muffled but gentle. you swiped at your eyes quickly, though the redness would give you away. “…busy.”
another pause.
“can i come in?”
“no.”
a beat of silence. then, “please. i messed up. i need to talk to you.”
your chest ached, torn between wanting to slam the door shut forever and the part of you that still craved him, even when he’d hurt you. finally, you exhaled, shaky. “fine.” the door opened slowly, revealing keeho’s guilty face. he stepped in and shut it behind him, leaning back against the wood as if bracing himself.
you didn’t look at him.
keeho crouched in front of you, voice quiet. “i’m sorry.” you pressed your lips together. “in front of everyone, keeho? really?” he winced. “i know. i know. it was the worst way i could’ve handled it.”
“you think?” the bitterness slipped out before you could stop it. tears threatened again, but you forced them down. “you embarrassed me. like i was some annoying… leech or something.” keeho’s face crumpled. “no, no, baby. that’s not what i think. that’s not what i meant at all.”
“then what did you mean?” your voice cracked. “because you looked pretty serious when you said it.”
he dropped his gaze, ashamed. “i was tired. distracted. you were pulling at me and instead of just saying i needed a second, i said… that. and it came out so wrong.” you let out a shaky laugh, humorless. “clingy. that’s what you think of me?”
“i don’t,” he said firmly, lifting his eyes back to yours. “i think you’re loving. i think you make me feel safe and wanted. i think you’re the best part of my day. and i took all of that for granted when i opened my stupid mouth.” something in his tone made your chest wobble. but the sting was still raw.
“you made me feel small,” you whispered.
keeho’s breath hitched. he reached for your hand—slowly, carefully—and when you didn’t pull away, he held it tight.
“i’m so sorry i hurt you. i would never want to make you feel like that. you’re not too much. you’re never too much. if anything, i don’t deserve how much love you give me.”
your throat closed, eyes burning again, but this time from the sincerity in his voice.
keeho shuffled closer, resting his forehead against your knee. “please forgive me. i’ll apologize a thousand more times if that’s what it takes. i love the way you cling to me. i love that you even want to. for a moment, the bathroom was silent except for your uneven breaths. then, finally, you whispered, “…promise?”
he looked up at you, eyes shining. “promise.”
something loosened inside you. you sighed, shoulders slumping as the tension drained. “you’re such an idiot sometimes.” a weak laugh escaped him. “the biggest idiot.”
you slid off the tub edge, into his arms. he wrapped you up immediately, hugging you so tightly it felt like he was trying to fuse your pieces back together. “i’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair again and again, like a mantra.
this time, you let yourself believe him.
when you both finally re-emerged, the boys were still sprawled in the living room, pretending not to have been eavesdropping. theo raised a brow when he saw your swollen eyes and keeho’s sheepish expression. “everything good now?”
keeho squeezed your hand, answering, “better than good. but i owe all of you an apology too.”
they blinked.
“i embarrassed her in front of you guys,” keeho said firmly, “and that wasn’t fair. it was disrespectful to her, and it put you in a weird spot too. so… i’m sorry.”
intak nodded slowly. “that’s more like it.” jongseob smirked. “took you long enough.” jiung gave you a gentle smile. “we’ve got your back. especially when our idiot leader fucked up with you.”
you felt warmth flood your chest, gratitude swelling as the boys went back to their usual banter, tension easing away. keeho tugged you back down beside him on the couch, this time wrapping his arm snugly around your waist without hesitation. he whispered just for you, “see? not letting you go ever again.”
you smiled faintly, leaning into him despite the sting that still lingered. because you knew—this time, he meant it.
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theo - 테오
the clock on the studio wall glowed 1:37 a.m.
you shifted in your seat, blinking against the haze of exhaustion. theo sat hunched over his notebook at the desk, headphones crooked on his head, lips pressed into a tight line. he hadn’t spoken in over fifteen minutes, pencil scratching furiously across paper while he rewound the same section of a beat again and again.
your back ached from the stiff couch, but you didn’t complain. being here mattered more than sleep. theo had been practicing nonstop for weeks, buried in choreography and lyrics, and tonight was one of the rare moments you could be by his side. you just wanted to make sure he didn’t drown in it.
“you’ve been staring at that line forever,” you said softly, trying to lighten the mood. “want me to grab you a coffee? or some snacks? you’ll think better if you take a break.” “i can’t,” theo muttered without looking up. you pushed yourself off the couch, padding closer. “just ten minutes, baby. come sit with me. breathe.”
he stiffened when you touched his shoulder. “i said i can’t.” your smile faltered. “theo…” he yanked the headphones down around his neck, finally turning to face you. his expression was sharp, eyes flashing with the frustration that had been simmering all night.
“you don’t get it. i need to finish this.” “i do get it,” you said gently. “but you’ve been at it for hours. you’re burning yourself out, and i just want to help.” he let out a harsh laugh, running a hand through his hair. “help? by hovering over me? you’re being… you’re being so clingy right now. i can’t think.”
the word slammed into you.
you froze, hand still hovering uselessly near his shoulder. “clingy?” theo groaned, turning back to his notebook. “just give me space y/n, okay? please.” your throat tightened, burning with humiliation. you’d stayed up for him, waiting, worrying, just to be dismissed like that. you stepped back quickly, arms wrapping around yourself.
“…right,” you whispered, barely audible. “i’ll give you space.”
before he could respond, you slipped out of the studio, the door clicking softly shut behind you.
theo sat frozen at the desk, pencil slack in his fingers. the silence that followed was deafening, the weight of what he’d just said sinking in with every passing second.
clingy.
his stomach twisted. he hadn’t meant it like that. he hadn’t meant for your face to crumple the way it did, hadn’t meant for you to leave. “shit,” he muttered, shoving back from the desk. his music didn’t matter right now. none of it did.
you sat on the floor just outside the studio, knees pulled tight to your chest. the hall was dim, quiet except for the hum of vending machines down the corridor. you hated that your eyes were stinging, hated that one stupid word had undone you so easily. but you couldn’t stop replaying it. clingy. like you were a nuisance. like your love was suffocating.
the door creaked open, and theo’s footsteps approached.
“baby?” his voice was cautious, almost pleading. you swiped at your cheeks quickly, though your sniffle gave you away. “…don’t, theo. just go finish your song.” he crouched in front of you, eyes wide with guilt. “no. i can’t. not after that. i’m so sorry.” you stared at the floor. “you didn’t seem sorry when you said it.”
“i wasn’t thinking,” he admitted, voice rough. “i was frustrated, and i took it out on you. and that’s… that’s the last thing i should’ve done.” your chest tightened. “so you don’t think i’m clingy?”
theo’s heart cracked at the way you asked it, so small, like you needed him to prove it. he shook his head fiercely. “no. never. i love that you want to be close to me. i love that you care enough to sit in a freezing studio at one in the morning just so i’m not alone. you’re the reason i can even keep going.” his hand hovered before gently brushing against your arm. “baby, you’re not too much. i’m the one who was too much. too caught up in my own head to realize how lucky i am.”
“i know,” theo whispered, throat tight. “and i hate myself for it. but let me make it right. please.”
he slid down to sit on the floor beside you, wrapping his arms around your curled-up frame. at first you resisted, stiff against him. but then his warmth seeped in, his heartbeat steady against your cheek, and you finally let yourself melt into him.
“i’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair again and again, voice trembling with sincerity. “i’ll never call you that again. i swear.” your tears soaked into his hoodie, but you didn’t care. you clung to him now, tighter than before, needing proof that he wouldn’t push you away again.
theo held you just as fiercely. “you’re not clingy. you’re the best thing in my life. don’t ever doubt that.” the hall was quiet, but in his arms, the sting slowly eased.
when he finally pulled back, his eyes were red too. “come back inside with me? i won’t work anymore tonight. i just want to hold you.”
you searched his face, wary but softening. “…promise?”
he cupped your cheek, nodding. “promise.”
back in the studio, the desk lamp still glowed over scattered papers, but theo ignored it. he pulled you onto the couch with him, tucking you against his chest under his hoodie, as if shielding you from every harsh word he’d ever said. you exhaled slowly, the ache in your chest loosening at last.
“don’t ever scare me like that again,” you whispered.
he pressed a kiss to your hair. “never again. you’re my everything. too clingy? more like not close enough.”
for the first time all night, you smiled.
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jiung - 지웅
the dorm door clicked open, and jiung stepped inside, shoulders sagging under the weight of the day. his hoodie was pulled low over his eyes, backpack sliding down one arm like he didn’t even have the energy to hold it.
you were curled on the couch between intak and jongseob, waiting. the second you heard the door, you perked up, smile breaking across your face.
“ji!” you scrambled up, crossing the room to greet him. “you’re back, finally! how was practice? did you eat? do you want me to heat something up?” your arms went around him before he could answer, hugging him tight.
but instead of relaxing into you, jiung stiffened. “baby,” he said, voice low and rough, “not right now.” you pulled back slightly, blinking. “oh—sorry, i just missed you.”
he sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. “i know. i just… can you not be clingy the second i walk in? i’m exhausted.”
the word landed sharp and cold.
clingy.
your smile faltered. behind you, the members shifted uncomfortably, the tension in the air immediate. intak opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head quickly, forcing a little laugh.
“right. sorry. i’ll… give you space.”
you backed away, retreating toward the kitchen even though your chest ached. jiung didn’t look up. he just kicked off his shoes and trudged toward his room, leaving silence behind him.
the kitchen tiles blurred as you stood there, staring at nothing. your arms still tingled from the hug you’d given him, a hug he didn’t want.
clingy.
like you were too much. like your love was inconvenient. intak’s voice broke through softly. “hey… don’t listen to him. he’s tired. you know how jiung gets when he’s wiped.” jongseob nodded. “yeah. he didn’t mean it.” you forced a nod, but the sting was already lodged in your chest. “it’s fine. i get it.” but you didn’t, not really.
jiung collapsed face-first onto his bed, groaning into the pillow. his body was aching, his mind buzzing from hours of practice, but all he could think about was the look on your face when he brushed you off.
god, why had he said that?
he hadn’t meant it—not the way it came out. he just felt suffocated by the day, by the endless schedules and expectations, and when you hugged him, instead of grounding him like it usually did, it tipped him over the edge. but that wasn’t your fault. that was his.
and he’d said it in front of the others. guilt coiled in his stomach, hot and sickening. he sat up abruptly, dragging a hand down his face.
fix it. now.
you were curled on the couch again, knees tucked up, staring blankly at the tv that wasn’t even on. theo and keeho were talking quietly in the corner, casting glances your way, while jongseob scrolled through his phone. when jiung stepped out of his room, the air shifted. everyone looked up. his eyes found you immediately, and the sight twisted the knife in deeper. he crossed the room slowly, kneeling down in front of you.
“baby,” he said softly. you didn’t look at him. “shouldn’t i give you space?” theo muttered something under his breath that sounded like dumbass, but jiung ignored it, shame burning in his ears.
“no. i was wrong. i didn’t mean what i said.”
your arms tightened around your knees. “but you said it.”
“i know.” his voice cracked. “i was exhausted and frustrated, and i took it out on you. i called you clingy because i didn’t have the energy to think, but the truth is— i need your clinginess. i need you.” finally, your eyes lifted to his, glassy with unshed tears. “you really hurt me.”
“i know,” he whispered, throat tight. “and i hate that i did. you’re never too much for me. not ever. i was just… too tired to see what was right in front of me. the person who waits for me, worries about me, loves me no matter how drained i am.” his hand reached up, brushing tentatively over your arm. “i don’t deserve it, but please don’t pull away from me. not when i need you most.”
you stared at him for a long moment, the ache in your chest warring with the sincerity in his eyes. finally, you exhaled shakily. “…you’re such an idiot.” a shaky laugh slipped from him, relief flooding his face. “yeah. i am.”
you let him pull you into his arms then, clinging to him despite your words. he held you tighter, burying his face in your shoulder. “i’m sorry,” he murmured again and again. “you’re not clingy. you’re everything. i love how much you love me.”
“don’t say it if you don’t mean it,” you mumbled against his hoodie. “i mean it,” he swore, pressing a desperate kiss to your hair. “every word.”
keeho cleared his throat pointedly from across the room. “apology accepted—on behalf of all of us who had to watch that train wreck.” intak snorted, jongseob muttered facts, and theo just shook his head. but their teasing softened the tension, and you even laughed weakly into jiung’s chest.
he smiled at the sound, finally breathing again.
that night, he refused to let you out of his arms. curled together on his bed, he traced apologies across your skin with his fingertips, whispered promises into your hair until your breathing evened out.
and when you finally drifted off, he stayed awake just a little longer, holding you like he’d never let go.
“never too much,” he whispered into the dark. “never.”
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intak - 인탁
the bass rattled the mirrors of the practice room, sweat beading across the boys’ foreheads as they drilled the same eight-count for the tenth time. intak’s jaw was tight, movements sharp but not sharp enough for him. he cursed under his breath when he stumbled on the transition again, shaking his head furiously.
“focus,” theo said gently, but intak just nodded curtly and restarted the track.
you leaned against the doorway, watching quietly. you’d brought snacks and water, hoping to cheer them up after the long session. mostly, you wanted to see intak. he’d been disappearing into practices all week, and you missed him.
“break time, please,” keeho groaned, flopping onto the floor dramatically. jiung laughed and joined him, tugging jongseob down too. “fine,” intak muttered, tossing his cap aside and collapsing against the wall. his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, sweat darkening his shirt.
you took that as your chance.
“hey, tak,” you said softly, stepping inside. his head snapped up, eyes wide before softening a little. “oh. you’re here.” you grinned and held up the bag. “brought goodies! figured you guys could use fuel.”
cheers erupted from jiung and jongseob as they scrambled over. keeho clapped like you’d just saved his life. you giggled, setting the bag down, then went to sit beside intak. “you okay?” he nodded, eyes fixed on the floor. “just tired.” you reached to wipe some sweat from his temple with your sleeve. “you worked so hard. i’m proud of you.”
his jaw clenched. “don’t.”
you froze. “…don’t what?”
he finally looked at you, eyes sharp. “don’t smother me right now. i can’t breathe.” your chest tightened. “i was just-”
“you’re being clingy,” he snapped, louder this time. “i don’t need it right now.”
the room went dead silent.
keeho’s eyes widened. theo shot him a look. jiung and jongseob exchanged awkward glances, halfway through unwrapping a granola bar. you sat back slowly, heat flooding your cheeks. “…right. sorry.”
you stood abruptly, muttering something about needing air, and slipped out before anyone could stop you.
the practice room was thick with tension after the door shut.
“what the hell was that?” theo demanded, arms crossed. intak groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “i didn’t mean-” “you called her clingy,” keeho cut in, voice sharp. “in front of us. when she literally just brought us snacks?”
jiung smacked him lightly on the arm. “not cool.” intak’s chest twisted with guilt, but frustration still buzzed in his veins. “i was stressed. i couldn’t think.”
“well, think now,” jongseob muttered. “because y/n looked she wanted to cry.”
intak’s stomach dropped. without another word, he grabbed his cap and bolted for the door.
you sat on the bench outside the practice room, picking at the hem of your sleeve. your chest still stung, the word echoing in your head. clingy. too much. the door opened, and intak rushed out, breathless.
“baby-”
you stood quickly. “don’t. it’s fine. go back to practice.” “no,” he said firmly, stepping closer. “practice can wait. you can’t.”
your eyes flicked away. “you made it pretty clear i can.” his heart squeezed. he reached for your hands, but you pulled them back.
“i’m sorry,” he blurted. “i didn’t mean it. i was frustrated, and i let it spill out the wrong way. you’re not clingy. god, you’re the opposite— you’re the only one who makes all this bearable.” you frowned, still hurt. “then why’d you say it?”
“because i’m an idiot,” he admitted instantly. “i was mad at myself, at my mistakes, and i lashed out at the one person i should never hurt. i swear, it wasn’t about you. it was about me not being good enough tonight.”
your throat tightened, tears threatening. “you made me feel like… like i was in the way.”
intak’s eyes softened, pained. he gently cupped your face, tilting it so you met his gaze. “you’re never in the way. you’re the reason i even get through days like this. when you wipe my sweat, when you cheer for me, when you just show up— it’s everything. i don’t deserve it, but i need it. i need you.”
you blinked, tears spilling despite yourself. “then don’t push me away.” his voice cracked. “i won’t. not again. i promise.”
you finally let him pull you into his arms, his hoodie damp against your cheek. he held you so tight it almost hurt, murmuring apologies into your hair. “you’re not clingy,” he whispered again and again. “you’re my safe place. i’m sorry i made you doubt that. i’ll make it up to you every day if i have to.”
you clung back, shaky but firm. “you better.”
he let out a soft, relieved laugh, kissing the top of your head. “yeah. i will.”
when you both returned to the practice room, the others tried to act casual, but keeho still shot intak a look.
intak tightened his grip on your hand, tugging you gently closer. “we’re good,” he said firmly, mostly to himself. you squeezed back, finally believing it.
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soul - 白翔太
the dressing room buzzed with energy after the show. staff members hurried around, touching up makeup, collecting mics, tossing bottles of water into eager hands. keeho was joking with jiung, theo stretched his sore shoulders, and jongseob was scrolling through fan posts already.
you slipped through the crowd, eyes searching. finally, you found him.
soul sat off to the side on a folding chair, head bowed, towel draped over his neck. sweat clung to his skin, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. you crossed the room quickly, crouching down in front of him. “hey,” you said softly, offering him a water. “you killed it out there. the fans were so loud for you.”
he didn’t look at you. “thanks.”
you frowned. “are you okay? your shoulder- you looked like you were stretching it too much during the last song. want me to-” he shifted back, jaw tight. “i said i’m fine.”
you hesitated, then reached anyway, dabbing at the sweat on his cheek with a tissue. “you don’t have to pretend with me. i just-” “stop,” he snapped, swatting your hand away.
your chest jolted. “i-”
his eyes finally lifted, sharp and frustrated. “you’re being clingy. can you just give me a minute to breathe?” the room went quiet. a couple staff members froze mid-step. jiung’s head whipped around, eyes wide. theo’s smile faltered.
you felt the sting instantly, your face flushing hot.
clingy.
you pulled back your hand slowly, standing up on shaky legs. “…right. sorry.” you mumbled something about grabbing more tissues and slipped out the door before anyone could stop you.
inside, tension lingered. keeho raised an eyebrow. “seriously, soul?”
soul groaned, dragging both hands through his damp hair. “i didn’t— i didn’t mean it like that.” “sure sounded like you did,” theo muttered.
jiung shook his head, clearly unimpressed. “y/n was just trying to take care of you. you could’ve just said you needed space.” soul’s chest tightened. shame crept in, sour and heavy. he knew they were right. he’d seen the hurt in your eyes before you turned away.
and it was his fault.
you leaned against the cool wall outside, biting the inside of your cheek hard to keep tears at bay. the backstage hallway was quiet except for the faint thrum of fans still screaming outside the venue.
clingy. like you were smothering him. like your love was a burden. you hugged yourself, heart aching. the door opened behind you, and hurried footsteps followed.
“baby.”
you looked up to see soul, hair still damp, panic written all over his face. you turned away. “shouldn’t you be inside celebrating?” he winced. “not without you.”
“you seemed fine without me a minute ago.”
the words cut, and he flinched.
“i didn’t mean it,” he said quickly. “i was overwhelmed. i couldn’t even hear myself think. i lashed out, and i used the worst word i could’ve picked.” your arms tightened around yourself. “you made me feel like i was suffocating you.”
he stepped closer, desperate. “no. you’re the only reason i can breathe on days like this. i swear, you’re not too much. you’re… you’re everything.”
you shook your head, voice small. “then why’d you say it?”
“because i’m an idiot,” he whispered. “because i was mad at myself for messing up a step, for being tired, for not being perfect— and instead of owning that, i pushed you away. i hurt the one person who was only trying to help.”
his voice cracked. “i hate that i did that to you. i hate that i made you doubt how much i need you.” slowly, he reached for your hands. this time, you let him take them. his grip was trembling but steady, grounding. “you’re not clingy,” he said, looking straight into your eyes. “you’re the one person who sees me when all of this—” he gestured vaguely toward the venue “—feels too big. you keep me sane. i’m so, so sorry i made you feel like a burden.”
your throat wobbled, the ache in your chest loosening just slightly. “don’t do it again.” he nodded quickly. “i won’t. never again. if i’m overwhelmed, i’ll tell you. i’ll never push you away like that.”
you searched his face, and all you saw was raw honesty. finally, you let out a shaky breath and leaned into him. he wrapped his arms around you instantly, holding you like he’d never let go. his hoodie was still damp from sweat, but you didn’t care.
“i need you,” he murmured into your hair. “cling to me all you want. i want it. i want you.”
you clung back, relief washing over you at last.
when you both walked back into the dressing room, everyone looked up. soul kept your hand firmly in his, expression set. “we’re okay.” he said quietly. keeho smirked. “better be.” jiung gave a small approving nod.
you squeezed soul’s hand, and this time, he squeezed back without hesitation. that night, when the lights were off and the noise of the day was gone, he whispered into the dark with your head on his chest:
“never too much. never clingy. just mine.”
and you believed him.
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jongseob - 종섭
the dorm was unusually calm for a friday night. the other members were sprawled in the living room—keeho watching a movie, theo half-asleep with his hoodie up, jiung scrolling through his phone.
you were curled up on the end of the couch beside jongseob, legs tucked under you, head resting on his shoulder. he’d been quiet all evening, distracted by whatever track he was mixing on his laptop.
you didn’t mind at first. being near him was enough. you liked the way his warmth felt against your side, how his fingers tapped softly to a rhythm only he could hear.
but after nearly an hour of silence, you started tracing gentle circles on his arm. “you’ve been staring at the same screen for twenty minutes,” you said softly. “you okay?”
he hummed, barely looking up. “yeah.”
you smiled. “want me to get you a snack?”
“no, thanks.”
you shifted a little closer, resting your chin on his shoulder to peek at the project. “what’re you working on?” he sighed quietly. “just… something.” your smile faltered. “you’ve been kinda distant lately.”
that made him pause. just for a second—then his jaw tightened. “i’m just tired, y/n.” “i know, but-” you tried to wrap your arm around him, seeking closeness, something to melt the space between you.
but he pulled back a little, the movement small but sharp. “can you not?” you blinked. “not what?” his tone came out clipped, too harsh. “not cling so much. it’s a lot sometimes.”
the sound of it hit you like a slap.
even keeho glanced up from the movie, brows furrowing. theo lifted his head, still half-asleep with eyes flicking between you both. you froze, the air suddenly too heavy. “i was just… trying to be close to you.”
“yeah, well,” jongseob muttered, rubbing his face. “sometimes it’s too much. it's clingy.”
the room went dead silent.
you felt your throat tighten. “okay.” you stood up quickly, forcing a small smile. “i’ll give you space then.”
keeho started to say something, but you were already heading toward the hallway. when the sound of your door shutting echoed down the hall, the silence that followed was deafening.
keeho turned down the volume on the TV. “what was that?” jongseob groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “i don’t know. i just—i snapped.”
“yeah,” theo said flatly. “and you snapped at the wrong person.” jiung leaned forward. “she literally did nothing wrong.”
soul, who had been silent up until then, looked over from his game. “you’re in trouble.” jongseob slumped back against the couch. “i know. god, i know.” keeho sighed. “you’ve been stressed, sure, but that doesn’t give you the right to take it out on her. you better fix it.”
he didn’t even respond—just stood and disappeared down the hall, guilt written all over him. you were sitting on the edge of the bed, hugging a pillow, trying not to cry.
the word clingy kept replaying in your head; like it had weight. like it meant too much. you’d only wanted to help, to be near him. but now all you felt was foolish.
a soft knock interrupted your spiral.
“y/n?” his voice came quietly from the other side of the door.
you didn’t answer.
he waited, then sighed. “can i come in?” after a long pause, you said, “yeah.” he slipped inside, eyes immediately landing on you; small, curled up, and clearly hurt.
his chest twisted. “i’m sorry.”
you didn’t look up. “you made me feel like i was annoying.”
he winced. “i didn’t mean that. i swear.”
“then why’d you say it?”
he hesitated, words fumbling out. “because i was tired, and my brain was loud, and i just… wanted quiet for a second. but i didn’t mean you were too much. i love that you’re close to me. i just-” he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself. “i said it wrong. i hurt you. and i hate that.”
you glanced at him, eyes glassy. “you really did.”
he nodded, walking closer slowly, like he was afraid to scare you off. “i know. i’m so sorry. you’re not clingy. you’re caring. you’re the only person who makes this place feel calm.”
you stayed quiet, chewing your lip.
“sometimes,” he said softly, “i get so lost in my own head that i forget how lucky i am to have someone who wants to be near me at all.” that cracked something open in you. you blinked, tears slipping free.
“come here,” he whispered.
you hesitated—then let him pull you in.
his arms wrapped around you tightly, like he was afraid you’d disappear. he buried his face in your shoulder, voice breaking against your skin. “i’m sorry. i love when you touch me. i love when you care. i love you. i just got stupid.”
your fingers curled into his hoodie, clinging back. “then don’t push me away next time.” “i won’t,” he promised instantly. “you can hold me all you want. forever, if you want.”
you laughed through a sniffle. “that’s a little clingy.”
he smiled, relief flooding his expression. “guess we’re both clingy then.”
when you both rejoined the others in the living room, it was quieter softer somehow.
keeho didn’t say anything, just gave a little nod when he saw your hand in jongseob’s again. theo muttered, “good job,” without looking up. jiung smiled faintly.
you curled up next to him on the couch again, and this time, when you rested your head on his shoulder, he didn’t move away.
instead, his hand found yours under the blanket.
and just before you drifted off, you heard him whisper, barely audible, “cling to me all you want, baby. i’m not going anywhere.”
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Summary: Keeho is finally in your city again which means only one thing...
Pairing: Keeho x Fuck buddy!reader
Genre: Smut
Warning: fuck buddies, NDA, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, belly bulge kink (finally), penetration, back shots, choking connotations, creampie, keeho gets more and more possessive as it goes on :D
Word count: 3k
Authors note: you ask and you shall receive (i was gonna write this anyways)
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Today 9:43 pm
are you on your way?
Today 10:56 pm
you okay?
Today 12:04 am
are you coming or what?
Keeho anxiously checked his phone (for the fifth time in five minutes) when a knock at his door pulled his attention. He quickly got up to answer it and was met with none other than the person he was waiting on a reply from.
You were casually leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms and a smile too wide for his liking. He would have slammed the door right in your face for making him wait without a reply, but when he quickly raked your body and took in your dolled up appearance, the need overpowered his irritation.
"Sorry I'm a bit late."
He rolled his eyes and tugged on your arm to pull you into the room, shutting the door and rounding to face you. No less than a second later, his lips were on yours.
You let out a surprised gasp into his mouth as he pulled your body to his with a hard grip at your waist, goosebumps erupting onto your skin at his eagerness.
"No hi? Hello? Mmm—how have you been?" You mumbled in between kisses, pulling back fully when his tongue slid against your bottom lip.
"Why didn't you answer my texts?" He questioned in turn, the hurt in his eyes clear as day.
You bit your lip as you looked at him fully for the first time, your eyes taking in his bare face, messy hair, slight dark circles, and pink cheeks. He looked undeniably beautiful when he was at work, styled to perfection with his makeup and hair done, but this look? This was your favorite.
Maybe you loved it because it was the look reserved for you and all the rough, messy nights you'd spent together through the years.
Before you could reply he added on, "And why are you so dressed up?"
You smirked back at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, "Sorry, I was busy with a date."
The grip on your waist tightened as his face hardened, unimpressed by your words.
"Kidding! Lighten up Keeho, you're about to get fucked. Geez when did you become so—"
He cut you off with a kiss and walked you back further into the room. His tongue brushed your lips again, and this time, you parted them to let him glide it across yours. One of his hands smoothed down your hip and over your ass, gripping the flesh to push your hips further into his.
You pulled back again, to his dismay, and said, "Oh, by the way, I ran into Jiung in the elevator! Just wanted to let you know because you're probably going to hear about it tomorrow."
He responded with a frustrated groan, his eyes falling shut at the second interruption, "Fuck, I don't even care... Why are you so talkative today?"
"Damn, you're not able to wait five minutes to have a conversation?" He knew you were joking but he still felt the guilt rush in at his obvious lack of control. He relaxed his hands so they were no longer gripping but holding your body gently as his eyes softened at you.
"Can't... I've been waiting for this for months. Plus, you ignored all my messages. Sorry, I just really needed to see you."
You bit back a smile and pulled his face back to yours, your lips brushing his slower this time as he exhaled into you, the earlier anxiety and tension in his body releasing under your touch.
"I must be your favorite NDA if you're this eager."
He tugged your lip between his teeth before letting it go to whisper, "You're my only NDA."
Your body heated at his words, your heart pounding harder in your chest as he shifted his lips to run over your jaw and down the side of your neck. His hands brushed the hem of your top, tugging it up and over your head when you raised your arms to help him.
His lips fell to your chest as he licked and sucked at the soft skin, palming you over your bra while his other hand worked to unfasten the button of your pants.
When he finally got it open, he sank to his knees, kissing first over the swarm of butterflies in your lower belly before further down, folding the top of your jeans to tease his tongue along the top of your underwear.
He slid them down, guiding your legs out of the garment before placing his hands around your thighs to hold you. He dove into your core, his nose bumping right over where your clit was throbbing behind your underwear, his lips pressing an open-mouthed peck right to your center. He breathed in deeply, letting your scent overwhelm his senses until he felt his body light ablaze, every inch of his skin burning with a desire that only you could satisfy.
“You’re gonna understand soon why I couldn't wait.” He licked a solid strip from your clothed hole to your mound, then, “Gonna show you exactly how much I missed you.”
He peeled the fabric down and leaned back on his knees to watch as you stepped out of them. You peered down at him, observing the way his heated gaze stayed locked on where you needed him most, before his tongue darted out to wet his lips, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.
You quirked an eyebrow up at him, wordlessly beckoning him forward and he obliged, accepting the invitation. The moment his lips brushed your folds, your hand tangled in his hair, gripping the locks to have some form of control over the situation. It was a futile attempt, though, because all it took was one roll of his tongue over your clit and you were putty in his hands.
“Mhm, I wouldn't have known you were so wet by the way you were talking.” His voice was smug as he curled his tongue to collect your slick, sucking it back into his mouth to properly taste you.
You gripped his hair harder and tugged at the roots to push him flush against your heat. “Look who’s talking too much now.”
You expected him to respond with some sassy retort that you’d have to counter. But instead, he silenced any other thoughts as he flicked his tongue greedily at your entrance. Your mouth fell open as your eyes rolled back in unison.
He lapped at your cunt and tugged your thighs open wider to bury his face deeper into you, your arousal coating his chin, lips and nose messily. Your breaths left you in ragged pants that shifted to moans when he alternated between flicking your clit and sliding his tongue inside your entrance.
You looked down at him on his knees for you—at his scrunched brows and glossy lips pleasuring you so earnestly, at his hair, touseled by your fingers, then finally at his half lidded eyes as they rose to meet yours—full of a genuine devotion that was far too much for just a fuck buddy. But you were weak, especially for him, and selfishly indulged in it.
“You look so pretty on your knees, Kyo.”
He hummed against your skin, losing himself in the feeling of your wet, warm cunt running over his face as your hole clenched desperately around nothing every single time he abandoned it. The sound of your tortured whine led him back in with a renewed hunger.
Your thighs started shaking as your climax began to build and he held them tighter in his hands to steady your movements.
“Stay still, don't move your hips.” He ordered with a click of his tongue as you whined louder for him.
“C-can’t—I can’t… I think I’m gonna—oh—” Your words bled into nothing as you choked out a silent cry.
Keeho smiled up at you, mumbling against your heat, “I forgot how sensitive you were.”
You tried to keep your hips still as he ate you out, but your climax raced higher. You gripped his hair and started grinding yourself across his nose, rubbing your clit against it with every buck of your hips. He didn't stop you; he just let you use him to get yourself off and push yourself over the edge.
You came with a startled cry, your legs shaking even more as you tried to balance your weight with the intense orgasm that wracked your body with tremors.
Keeho sat back on his knees when they seized and wiped his lips with the back of his hand, doing nothing but smearing your orgasm further around the skin. He stood and cupped your face, brushing his thumb along your lip before pressing his to yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
When he pulled back he was wearing a cocky smirk and he said, “I think that's the fastest I’ve made you come.”
You shoved at his shoulder weakly before whispering an “asshole”, and pulling him right back to your lips.
You pushed him back to sit on the edge of the hotel bed and straddled his waist. His fingers found the clasp of your bra and tugged it open, letting it fall softly from your shoulders as you pushed it fully off.
His lips found your nipple, his tongue circling it and lighting your senses on fire. You shifted yourself on his lap so your core was aligned with the bulge pressing through his jeans, and you sank down, rolling your hips along the rough fabric and savoring the friction that brushed against your clit.
He groaned around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it with a soft pop and looking down to where your bodies connected. He watched you rock against his boner, taking in a deep breath at the addicting sway of your body, then groaning when the pressure grew.
“Fuck, I missed this pussy so much.”
“She missed you too.” You mewled, then yelped a second later when he lifted you and turned to toss you onto the bed. You landed with a bounce, your mind going dizzy at the way he easily manhandled you.
He stood at the foot of the bed, ogling down at your bare body when he noticed your distracted state. He followed your eyes as they led him to his bulge, more specifically the mess you’d made over his jeans, the fabric damp and glazed with your earlier release.
“Look at the mess you made…” He chuckled and worked the button open to slide them down his legs as he leaned over you on the bed, his knees sliding between yours to part your legs for him. “Such a dirty girl.”
Your hands found the hem of his shirt and you impatiently pulled it off him, reveling in the sight as he leaned back on his knees. He was way broader than the last time you saw him. You wanted to rub your hands over his defined chest and trace and grip the thick muscles of his arms—you wanted them wrapped around you, squeezing and holding you so tightly in his grasp to feel the full weight of his strength.
You were too lost in gawking at him to notice he slipped off his boxers, too, his hard cock catching your attention the moment it came into view. Your cunt clenched in anticipation, a fresh wave of arousal leaking out of your hole when it hovered directly over you.
“Look at you, practically drooling over my cock.”
You clamped your open mouth shut, swallowing down the flood of saliva. He pressed his hips directly to yours, letting his cock rest heavily on your lower stomach
“Stroke it for me, pretty girl. I know you want to touch it.”
He was right—your fingers were twitching to reach forward. You slid them over the silken head, his lips parting with a heady moan, then lower, rubbing your palm up and down over his thick length. You repeated the action, pressing him further onto your stomach as he began to jerk his hips against your skin.
“Look baby.. this is how deep I’m going to fill you. You’re gonna take it right? Just like you always do.” His eyes narrowed into slits, locking onto his cock gliding in your grip and the trail of precum that painted your skin with every shallow thrust.
You whimpered as you raised your hips, trying to run him down through your folds, his tip barely pushing against your clit. “Please Keeho… I need you.”
“I know baby, I’m sorry.” He leaned down to peck your lips before gripping his cock and running it through your slick, collecting as much of your wetness as he could to press against your entrance. “Gonna put it in now, don't you worry.”
He pushed in, relishing in the feeling of your walls parting to make room for him. He gripped your hips tightly with both hands as he buried himself deeper into your heat until he couldn't sink further. He paused inside of you and god, it didn't matter that you’ve already fucked more times than he could remember; every time felt like the first time.
You were warm, so fucking warm, and tight. You moulded around him so perfectly, your walls conforming to the shape of his cock—it was hard to believe that you weren't made specifically for him.
“Waited so long to fill this tight cunt—o-oh fuck…”
His jaw dropped open when your gummy walls fluttered around him, holding him captive as you seemed to suck him in deeper. You nails dug into his wrist where he was holding you down, tiny whimpers and whines escaping you at the fullness.
When your cunt loosened its hold on him, he slid out to the tip then pushed back in, this time angling his hips upwards. It took a few more thrusts for him to get into the rhythm but when he did, he saw it. The unmistakable sight of his cock pushing at the skin of your lower belly.
It bulged with the shape of him, his fingers pressing into the skin to feel the outline of his cock as he fucked into you. He was enamored by the sight, watching the swell rise and fall with wide eyes as your body reshaped itself for him.
“You feel that? Look how fucking full you are…”
Your back arched when he drove in harder, your hand slipping over your belly to feel the head of his cock nudge your flattened palm. You cried out, tears glazing your eyes at the euphoric pressure.
“S-so full…nghh—!”
He gripped your hand in his, pressing them both down to feel him thrust into you.
“I bet no one has taken you this deep huh? No one but me?”
“N-no one but y-you…”
His heart swelled as you did everything you could to get the words out, so fucked out it was hard to form a thought. He was so far gone for you and he wanted more, more of your skin, more of your noises, more of your heart.
“Look what you do to me… how deep I have to go just to feel like I’m close enough to you.” The words were coated with emotion, love weaving through the filth to mend your bodies together.
His hips snapped against yours now in a damning pace, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. Your body jolted with every hard thrust, your cunt continuing to flutter and clench helplessly around him.
“You’re taking me so good, fuck,” he sighed in disbelief. “This cunt’s mine… say it.”
“It’s y-yours—Ah!”
With a guttural groan he pulled out, ignoring your whimpering at the loss, and flipped you onto your stomach.
“Ass up for me,” he ordered.
You obeyed, tiredly sliding your knees up to raise your ass for him, cheek pressed into the mattress. You arched your back deeply for him, presenting your dripping cunt for him to take. He gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises and drove back into you with one brutal thrust. The new angle let him sink even deeper than before, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust.
He set a punishing pace, hips slamming into yours with wet, filthy slaps. Each thrust sent your face pressing further into the blanket beneath you, your desperate moans muffled by the fabric.
“K-Kyo.. t-too much.”
“It’s not.” He grabbed your shoulders and hauled your torso up, holding your back flush against his heaving chest. “You can take it, you’ve done it before.”
He snaked one strong arm around your neck to keep you up, his forearm pressed just beneath your jaw, holding you trapped against him in a possessive lock, while his other hand splayed flat against your stomach.
He fucked back into you with short, devastating strokes, his arm tightening just enough to remind you exactly who was fucking you senseless, who you were coming undone for.
The words slipped before he could hold them back, “Mine.”
And when you replied, a breathy, “Yours,” he lost all sense of self.
Your walls pulsed wildly around him, your whole body trembling in his grip as he grinded against that perfect spot inside you, you came with a strangled cry. Your cunt clamped down onto his cock, slick gushing down your thighs.
The last thread of his self control was ripped away from him as you fell apart in his arms. He buried himself to the hilt with a gasp as he came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding deep inside you as his hips stuttered and jerked. He could still feel your stomach twitching under his palm, and as your orgasms fully ebbed, he didn't let go.
He held you close to him, his cock still filling you as he breathed hard into your hair. Your head fell back against his neck as you tried to catch your breath. Against his better judgment, his lips found your neck, kissing the skin softly as he trailed his lips to your ear to whisper, “I don't think I can be away from you for that long again…”
He hoped, deep in his heart, you would understand the hidden meaning in his words and he waited, and waited and waited until—
Keeho is very confident in his sexual abilities. He sees himself as someone who is fully capable of pleasing you by himself and by himself only.
And that’s exactly why he isn’t sure where this fantasy stems from. He was never very keen on involving a third party in the bedroom however that might look like.
But all of those principles have crumbled to dust as soon as he saw you talking to Theo at a party. Your hair was toulouse from the dancing, lips slightly puffed from continuously sipping your drink and Theo mirroring your state. There was something about the innocence in your talk or the fact that you would never cheat on Keeho either making him the perverted one to only even think about this.
And even before he could realize what’s happening he felt his boxers getting tighter by every second he kept watching you interact. Heat crept up his neck from pure embarrassment but that didn’t stop his mind from flashing those obscene pictures in front of his eyes.
Theo‘s attraction towards you wasn’t very hidden either. Maybe it wasn’t very obvious to you but Keeho knew. The way Theo‘s gaze would slowly linger on your figure wandering over your curves meeting your eyes with a half lidded smile. But he valued his friendship towards Keeho and his own morals way too much to ever act on his little crush.
After your night out the images haunted Keeho‘s mind day and night. Wet dreams about his best friend eating out his girlfriend wasn’t something he was particularly proud of but it got him rock hard nevertheless. It resulted in muffled moans and his sweats shoved down to his mid thigh while his hand fisted up and down his hard cock; all while you were innocently sleeping next to him.
As much as Keeho valued the loyalty and honesty that your relationship held, a small part of him hoped you would get caught up in each other with the opportunity for him to watch.
But he knew how perverted and twisted all of this sounded so he would probably have to take this little fantasy to his grave. ‚Hey babe do you wanna get your pussy eaten by my best friend so I can get off to that?‘ wasn’t something that sounded very sane or normal to him or probably to anyone.
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⟣ THEO 테오
warnings: spanking, degradiation, role play, (suggested) age gap?!, begging
Degradiation and rough handling wasn’t something new in your sex life. But lately Theo has been craving these specific things under new circumstances - one that you two haven't quite explored. But he also sure as hell wasn't gonna bring them up.
'Hey sweetheart, do you want to pretend to be my student so I can spank you and call you a bad girl for not doing your homework?' - yeah, no he was not gonna humiliate himself like that.
But it was so tempting. Every time you wore a skirt - bonus points if it was pleated - and it rode up your thigh he went nuts. It took all of his will power to not bend you over right then and there to spank your ass and see it turn a pretty shade of pink; all while you had to beg for his forgiveness.
‚Please- Sir, sir I will behave- uhg’ *smack*
‚You‘ve been a bad student, a bad girl. Now you need to be punished.‘ *smack*
Hearing those sweet little gasps between every slap directly aimed at your cheeks. How your thighs and stomach felt bent over his lap. Pressing against his hard dick straining against his slacks.
Jiung strives to please you. It’s his one goal in your relationship that he won’t neglect no matter what happens. He wants to take care of you, pamper you, be your bridge over troubled water. And thats exactly why
He has this one specific scenario in mind; you come home totally stressed and exhausted from your day only wanting to lean on your steady boyfriend.
He already waits for you with a warm plate filmed with your favorite in his hands. And after you ate up and he got to please you with food he will please you with his fingers next.
It all moves in a slow and sensual pace. His fingers slowly moving in and out of your folds. No teasing, no games. Just Jiung completely indulging in your pleasure, giving himself to it.
After he‘s made you cum on his fingers he will use his mouth to get every teeny tiny bit of stress out of your frame until you’re fully relaxed and you can enjoy the rest of the evening together.
But thats not something he could particularly ask you for. It just sorta has to happen.
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⟣ INTAK 인탁
warnings: pegging
Intak likes to view himself as the strong one in the relationship which to some extent probably was true. Was it true in the bedroom? Not really but you were nice enough to give him that illusion.
However that's also part of the reason why one of his newest fantasies won't ever surface. Soul actually made him think of it first. But back then he just dismissed him saying that as the one in charge he could never request such things - claiming he is too manly.
But eventually curiosity got the better of him so that he went on a deep dive into the topic eventually gaining an interest.
When you weren't home he even tried it out himself. Lowering his sweatpants to his mid thighs and working his fingers into himself.
But little did he know about the strap already hidden under your bed.
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⟣ SOUL 소울
warnings: threesome (mmf)
There honestly isn’t very much you haven’t tried or that he hasn’t at least brought up in terms of sexual fantasies.
However there is one thing he has always been a little to embarrassed to request from you. But recently the thought of it increasingly corrupted his mind- nagging his brain. He has always been intrigued to try out a threesome. And not just with anyone, no he already had the perfect person in mind to join you - his best friend Jongseob.
It was a normal, calm night in the dorm when they first talked about it. He doesn't even remember how all of it came up in the first place but the topic was left hanging in the air leaving some heated tension.
With you being Souls girlfriend and not Jongseobs he knew it was his responsibility to get the ball rolling if he ever wanted to turn that fantasy real. But no matter how tempting it sounded he never actually brought himself to ask about it.
The simmering thought never left his brain though especially when Jongseob shot him those nasty looks across the room when you were seated in between them on the sofa. The images entrenched themselves deeper into his mind. You sprawled out on your stomach with Jongseob fucking your face and Soul pounding into your ass. Both of them making you feel so good, so overwhelmed, so full that no coherent sentence leaves your mouth.
Your sex life started very delicate. It was something sacred only shared between the two of you in the comfort of your own home without any distractions or disturbances. But the more you tried out together the more riskier did Jongseob get, the more did the thought of possible interruptions or an involuntary audience excite him.
And that’s exactly the root of all evil. The idea made his head spin for weeks now and it seeped deep into his mind. The thought of being so close to being caught excited him more than for his own good. But he couldn't help it - especially when these images are constantly being painted in his head where you suck him off in the studio completely aware of the unlocked door. Or when you're innocently sitting on his lap with his cock buried deep inside of you completely oblivious to the others due to your long skirt draped over both of you.
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a/n: writing ot6 stuff is so much fun istg
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[15!] ─── 📁. Text messages between you and your sweet, but annoying classmate who only ever asks for your notes!
COLLEGE!AU once again bc i’m on a streak and i genuinely can’t be stopped. pls don’t stop me ok.. lowk blackcat!reader x goldenretriever!keeho SIGHHH + the pacing/timeline might be confusing let’s. Let’s not bring it up okay. ENJOY OKAY HAI! :p
A/N: me leaving my jongseob smau in the dust i’m crying hold on. anyway okay this was. OKAY THID WAS KINDA DRY IM HAVING A MOMENT JUST BEAR WITH ME
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synopsis ▸ your husband starts acting up a little too much at your work party and you only find out why when you get him alone and under you. but it’s not something he’s keen on admitting to. you’ll just have to break him into confession—but that’s exactly what he wants, isn’t it?
δ — nsfw (mdni), smut, brat!theo, lowkey sadist!reader, brat taming, dirty talk, edging, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, riding, use of nicknames on theo, dacryphilia, subspace, keeho/jongseob cameo
requested ▸ anon, anon, 🐰 anon
ᯓ an — sub theo has been a long time coming and he's finally here sorry it took so long but um! enjoy! also never wrote married au before but something about subby hubby theo... mhm...
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Your husband has an affinity for complaining.
And tonight, it seems his little quirk is at an all time high. For what, you’re not entirely sure.
For what it’s worth he’s at least trying to tone his distaste for the party down. But as the night runs longer, his restraint wears thinner. As does your patience.
“Can we go?”
You ignore him, honed in on your colleague who is artfully detailing a scandalous affair between the secretary and your boss to the group of you and your work friends that’s gathered by the snack table.
You don’t pay him and his quiet nagging attention as he attaches himself to your back, insistent fingers digging into the waist of your skirt in an attempt to pull your focus.
It staves him off for a little—until he starts to slide his fingers under the hem of your top.
You immediately latch onto his wrist to stop him, whipping your head back to fix him with a glare.
“Can you not?” You snap under your breath so only he can hear you among the chatter and the music.
He gives you a displeased look. “It’s been two hours.”
“And? The party doesn’t end until ten.”
His frown only deepens, brows furrowing further. “You didn’t tell me it would be that long.”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes as you shoulder him off your back. “It’s a dinner party. What did you expect?” You ask, your steadily growing ire only a small spark away from fusing.
“But I’m bored,” he all but whines, pressing himself against your back once more.
You take a deep breath. Normally you’d find him cute. But you’ve been looking forward to this party for a while, to hang out with your colleagues outside of professional constraints, and Taeyang is one too many whines past being cute—it’s borderline irritating.
“Tae,” you start slowly, unlatching his hands from your waist. “You agreed to come to this a month ago. It’s too late for you to be complaining about it.”
He actually has the nerve to roll his eyes at you. “Clearly I would have said differently if I knew you were just going to ignore me all night.”
You grit your teeth, narrowing your eyes at him. “I wouldn’t be ignoring you if you weren’t acting so insufferable.”
His eyes flash at your sharp words. “Excuse me for being upset that my darling wife is neglecting me.”
“Why are you being so needy?” You can feel a few pairs of curious eyes on you now, so you try to quell any suspicions by taking his wrist in your hand and giving it a squeeze that might look affectionate, but is anything but.
Taeyang doesn’t bother to put up any pretense as his anger surges steadily. “I wouldn’t have to be so needy if you would pay me some attention but it looks like that’s just too much to ask—”
“Stop,” you hiss under a breath, your hand squeezing down on his wrist.
Taeyang’s expression falters at your sudden snap, his eyes flashing at the unusual display of anger. The moment pauses for a grueling second where you start to wonder whether or not you’re overreacting.
But then he smiles at you, one that’s deceitful enough to border on being icy.
“Call me when you’re done,” he says coldly, prying his hand from out of your grip before turning and making for the kitchen.
You watch his back as he goes, breathing in slowly to calm your rushing veins.
“Whatever,” you grumble to yourself, deciding you were overreacting just enough, before turning back to the group that seems none the wiser to your little squabble.
Except for Jongseob, who nudges your shoulder with his. “Hey,” he says when you meet his worried gaze. “Everything good?”
You put on your best smile, shaking your head. “All good. He’s just a little cranky.”
Jongseob glances over your shoulder, brows raising at whatever he seems to find. You don’t have to look to know. You can practically feel Taeyang glaring at the back of your head.
“Right…” He murmurs. “Cranky.”
The next few hours go without interruption, but that doesn’t mean Taeyang doesn’t make his displeasure known to you in other ways.
Like keeping a watchful eye on you from a distance as you chat and joke with your work friends, like getting a little too drunk and a little too loud with the others scattered around the house to the point your focus is constantly breaking away to him, worried that he might somehow tangle his drunken self to his death.
By the end of it, you’re exhausted from trying to ignore him.
You excuse yourself from Jongseob and the others, bidding them a quick goodbye before you make your way over to where Taeyang is laughing a little too hard at whatever the shithead from accounting, Keeho, is saying.
“Hey!” You call to Taeyang, taking the wine glass from his unsteady hand when he turns to look at you with bleary eyes. “Let’s go home.”
“Whaat?” He scoffs, breaking into a disbelieving laugh as he tries to reach for the glass again. You only pull it further away from him. “Noo not yet! I’m having too much fun!”
You’re sure your exasperation shows clearly on your face. “Are you kidding me? You were begging me earlier to go home.”
“And then you yelled at me and blew me off,” he pouts, words slurred as he tries to lean further for the glass, only to lose balance and nearly topple himself onto you.
You quickly wrap your arm around his waist to steady him on his feet. “That’s enough, Tae,” you scold under your breath, shooting Keeho an apologetic smile before you start to lug him towards the door, dropping the glass off on a table as you go.
“You’re soo unfair,” he huffs, stumbling along beside you.
Getting him outside of the house and into your car is quite the task, especially when he keeps trying to pull himself off of you and make for the house again.
Irritation doesn’t even begin to describe your state of mind.
“What has gotten into you?” You scold as you try to buckle him in, only for him to try weasel out from under the straps.
“You ignore me,” he states, then lets out a little cry when he realizes he’s gotten himself tangled up in the seatbelt. He then turns his head petulantly away from you. “Now I ignore you.”
You take a deep breath, standing upright and willing the cool air of the night to wash away some of the heat on your skin.
You married a giant baby.
You slam the passenger door shut with a little too much force before rounding over to the driver’s side, getting in without another word.
The drive home is quiet but the car is brimmed with simmering tension.
Taeyang seems to slowly be sobering up from everything but his anger. He sits with his arms crossed and his eyes out the window, a deep frown set on his lips.
You hate the way that it makes you feel guilty. Maybe you took it a little too far with the scolding but it’s not like he was making the situation any better by egging you on.
“You’re not being fair, Taeyang,” you mumble as you turn into your neighbourhood.
He bristles in his seat, lifting his head to turn and stare at you.
“I’m not being fair?” He asks, and you can already feel the argument brewing. “All I did was try to talk to you.”
“Bullshit,” you grit, pressing a little too hard on the gas pedal as you turn into your block, sending Taeyang jerking under his still-tangled seatbelt. “You were just riling me up.”
He laughs drily, a sharp noise that grates at your nerves. “Yes, because everything revolves around you. Sorry, princess, for not heeding to your every demand.”
The sardonic words make you slam on the brakes, hastily putting the car in park so you can reach over for him.
Taeyang barely has the time to react before you grab onto his tie, pulling him over the console. He’s yanked with a yelp, face pulled just an inch short from yours. You look pissed.
“Taeyang,” you start slowly, voice quivering with what he knows is barely concealed rage. “I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you, but you need to cut it off before I lose my shit tonight.” Your voice is low and deep, reverberating in the filthy crevices of his mind. And your eyes, so heated and so angry, that his cock jumps under his fitted slacks from being at their mercy.
He swallows, the movement shifting the tie tighter around his neck when you tug it to pull him just a little closer.
He should listen. He should back off.
But he’s never seen you so upset with him before. And he can’t help but wonder just how far he can push before you really make him pay for it.
Like an idiot traipsing into a lion's den, he leans forward, pressing in close like he’s about to kiss you. He sees you lean like it’s instinct, then stops, just a breath away from your lips as he whispers, “Lose it then.” Your eyes darken impossibly, and he only feels himself get harder. “See if I give a damn.”
There’s a fist around his throat, a pressure that holds him down with a strength he’s not used to. He kind of wants to give his last breath under its mercy.
Your pupils are blown, eyes darkened with a fury that makes him want to wither away. “What the hell has gotten into you?”
A soft noise gets caught in his throat and breaks, his head feeling a little airy at the pressure around his neck.
He wishes he could answer, but he doesn’t have one.
Not that you really need one, because soon enough, it all clicks into place when you take in the blush high on his cheekbones, the dazed look in his eyes widened in awe at you, and the hardened ridge of his boner pressing against his dark slacks.
Your breath catches in your throat as your gaze flits back up to his, seeing him watching your lips with an empty look behind his eye.
The realization makes you so dizzy you’d think you were the one that’s been drinking.
You squeeze around his throat once before pushing him back, reaching over to hastily untangle him from the seatbelt. “Get inside.”
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Taeyang has been under you plenty of times before—but never like this, with his wrists bound to the headboard with his own tie, looking so disheveled and fucked out from just some kissing and being edged for the third (fourth?) time in under an hour.
You’d think it would be enough to force the brat out of him. But it’s a persistent devil that seems to grow stronger with each orgasm you deny him of.
The white button-up on him is undone and mussed, giving way to the smooth, muscled planes of pale skin that’s now marred with red lines from your angry nails.
His chest heaves with the effort to hold in his racing heart as you frantically fist his aching cock to the orgasm his body has been longing for ever since you snapped at him at the party.
But when you pull off of him just before that itch can be satisfied, he lets out a loud curse. “Please—no!” He yells, body jerking from the lost sensation as you leave him cold and coiled tight.
His legs tremble under his slacks that you couldn’t be bothered to take off, shucked down along with his boxers to his mid thighs. His neglected cock lays heavily against his twitching abs, weeping pathetically as you just chuckle down at him.
“Are you begging me, Tae?” You coo, smoothing your hands down his twitching thighs, the cotton of his slacks heated under your palms.
He takes a sharp breath, throat bobbing around a tight swallow. “No,” he says, voice gruff and airy. “‘M—mm—not…”
He winces again when you circle your finger lightly over the sensitive, purpling head of his dick. “Fine with me,” you hum, relishing in the full body shudder he gives when you glide the finger down the generous length of his shaft, the slick of his precum smoothing the way down. “Then you don’t get to cum.”
You can see his eyes flash with a panicked pain at your words, his hips giving a pathetic buck. But still, he resists giving into you. “Fine,” he snaps, wrists wringing under the ties as he squirms to try to move away from you. “Let me go then.”
“No,” you say, grabbing the base of his cock, and the wail he lets out when you give it a tight squeeze has the ache between your own hips grow needier than ever. “I don’t want to.”
His slick and bitten lips part with a deep, shuddered groan when you slide the tight ring of your fist all the way up his cock, squeezing down at the tip. He twitches harshly under your hand, body growing even more restless with each agonizing second he goes without relief.
“I think you’re right where you want to be,” you muse, giggling when he turns his head away from you with a huffy breath.
“Where I want to be is asleep,” he grumbles, breaking off with a yelp when you dig your thumb into his tip.
“You’re such a fucking brat, Taeyang,” you scoff, twisting your fist around his tip just to watch him whine in pain. You want to watch him cry, but he’s far too stubborn to let that happen. “I should’ve known you’d be completely insufferable like this.”
“If I’m so insufferable, why don’t you just let me—go, fuck!”
His voice thins out as he starts panting under your hand moving at a relentless pace to fist him to the edge one more time, just to leave him dangling again.
“Fuck you!” He snaps when you pull your hand away yet again, glaring up at you with tears in his eyes. The rage in his stare is real, palpable—but so is the undeniable lust.
“Only if you behave,” you tease, then bend down to suck his tip into your mouth just as your hand livens up again to fist him.
His body grows taut, back bowing off the bed as he lets out these high, frantic little whines. You can tell that he’s nearing his limits. His cock gives a dangerous pulse under your hand as a steady stream of salt invades your tongue, and you quickly pull off again, leaving his weeping cock neglected on his stomach as he drops back down to the bed with a pained cry.
“No—you can’t—you’re so fucking rude,” he babbles, sentences broken and barely intelligible as he writhes and sputters under you, his body restless.
But you’re too caught up in the tears that line his lashes, glistening and taunting as they hang there with the last dregs of Taeyang’s restraint.
“C’mon, Tae,” you urge, digging your fingers into his trembling thighs. He refuses to look at you as he heaves and writhes under the ties, blinking back those tears of his. “Just tell me, pretty. You wanted this all night, didn’t you?”
He goes still for a moment as the words catch up to him. Then a fiery red climbs down his neck and colours his chest.
You grin at the sight, as his eyes grow even more distant and even more dazed. “You wanted me to get you like this,” you state, sliding your hands up his thighs and over his abdomen, staying far from his crying cock. “You wanted me to treat you like a filthy little whore, didn’t you? And you thought the only way to get what you wanted was to get me mad?”
He lets out a quiet little whine when you click your tongue in disappointment.
“You could’ve just asked me, but you’re too proud for that, aren’t you? How’s your pride doing now?”
When he doesn’t answer you, you reach up to grab his jaw and snap his head towards you.
“Answer me.”
He stares up at you with wide, glittery eyes that look so, so fucked out. You imagine they could look like this from your words alone, and you make a mental note to try out that theory some other time.
He still doesn’t say anything, but he does let out a soft little whine that nearly absolves him of everything.
It gets a smile out of you as you let go of his chin, trailing your hand down his chest. He heaves a shuddering breath at the warmth of your hand, seeming to finally stop resisting your touch and go pliant under it as you tweak lightly at his nipple.
He lets out another one of those sweet little noises, canting his hips up in a silent, needy question.
“Say please,” you urge him gently.
But when he turns his head away again in refusal, all your softness washes you.
Your palm comes down on his upper thigh, so close to his cock and so hard that he lets out a pained yell, his dick jumping at the sharp contact.
Your other hand grasps his chin again, turning him to face you once more and your scold for him to beg dies right on your tongue when you see those crystal drops tracking down his cheeks.
Your breath hitches at the sight of free falling tears, of needy eyes and quivering lips.
“Please,” he whispers so quietly that you nearly miss it.
You nearly give in to the simple plea. But you need to pay him back for every bit of torment he’s given you tonight.
You swallow down the manic greed that rushes to your head, not wanting to give it too much reign or you fear you won’t come out of this with your husband still intact.
“Please what?”
He sobs, a quiet cry of your name through his plush, shaky lips. “Want to cum,” he whimpers, his hips giving these needy, unstable little bucks that you’re not sure he entirely has control over. “P-Please let me cum… I’ll be good f’r you…”
Oh, he’s gone. So, so far gone.
“Please,” he whines again, high and needy when all you do is stare at him. “Please, please no more, please just fuck me—need it—mm!”
His lips are eager against you but easily overpowered as you practically devour him whole with your teeth and tongue.
You bite down on the plush of his lower lip as you hastily pull your panties off from under your skirt but you drink up his little cries and ease it over with a swipe of your tongue.
“Good boy,” you whisper against his mouth, reaching down to grab him and slide him through the wet mess of your folds. “See? Was that so hard?”
He bristles under the sensation, immediately rocking up to seek out more.
And you don’t hold back this time. With a short but deep kiss you brace your hand above his shoulder and lift yourself up, hooking the blunt head of his cock against your entrance.
He stares up at you with those glassy eyes widened in needy anticipation, lips parted with shorts breaths. And when you finally start to sink yourself down, warm walls tight around his pulsing cock, his eyes roll back as a silent, shuddered moan breaks through those breaths and his body bows up off the bed, taut with tension.
You shouldn’t be surprised when thick ropes of his cum paint you deep and fill you to the brim with just how much he’s been holding back.
But that doesn’t stop you from rocking yourself over his softening cock and his trembling body, his cum seeping out through the edges and creating a sticky mess between his hips and yours.
You brace your hands on his chest, shifting your body so that when you fuck yourself down to the hilt, his tip nearly catches against your cervix.
It feels heavenly, has you moaning out low and sweet with every thrust. But for Taeyang, it’s painful and it’s too much. Yet he still doesn’t safeword out.
“Yeah?” You laugh breathily, looking down at his twisted expression, all fucked out and twitching with overstimulation. “You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”
He barely has the mind to nod, blinking slowly like he’s hanging onto consciousness, his eyes a little cross eyed as he tries to keep them open and on you.
“Tap out then,” you challenge him, rolling your hips with grinding thrusts over his softening cock. “Or are you so sick in the head that you want the pain too?”
When he lets out a whine, bordering on a sob, you know you’ve hit the nail on the head.
You lean down, bracing your elbows on either side of his head to slam your hips down over his, fucking him back to hardness—you can feel him growing inside you, twitching and insistent.
“Didn’t know you were such a painslut, Yangie,” you coo, gasping softly when you feel him buck up into you despite his weakened body. “Yeah? You like being my little whore?”
He parts his lips, starting to say something but he only breaks out into a needy whine, too fucked out to form words. His eyes look empty too, so you’re not sure he would be able to even think of what to say even if he wanted to.
“Aw,” you giggle, sliding your fingers into his soft hair to clamp down and tug. His eyes roll back again, mouth opening in a silent plea. “Dumb little bunny, too fucked out to talk?”
You slow down, clamping down tight on him to feel his body jerk weakly under you.
“It’s okay, bunny.” You press a kiss to the corner of his lips, sighing when you feel him twitch inside of you at the nickname.
You smile at him, at his flushed face and teary eyes and quivering lips, before you brace down and start to fuck him with intent.
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