pairing; im nayeon x fem!reader x chaeyoung
Sypnosis; nayeon teases chaeyoung by forcing her to watch her and y/n have a good time in bed.
tw!; smut, puppy!chae, dom!nayeon , sub!reader, teasing, praise, slight choking
a/n; thank you so much for the request, I hope this was to your liking and it met the expectations, I tried my best!
(also I was awake till.. 5am trying to finish this up!)
slightly/barely proofread! (im sleepy, enjoyyyy!! I tried my best!)
It was a late night evening, Nayeon was in the kitchen making popcorn, she was preparing for movie night, or so she thought..
Chaeyoung was cuddling with you on the bed.
You gently run your fingers through her hair, earring a small happy squeal from the smaller female in your lap.
Nayeon finally comes upstairs into the room, "Y/n, Chae, you girls ready?"
Chaeyoung sits up quickly, nodding eagerly. Nayeon chuckles softly, placing the popcorn on the nightstand. She gets into bed snuggling close to you.
Chaeyoung pouts slightly, moving more closer to you both, wanting the same attention Nayeon was giving you.
You make eye contact with nayeon as her hand brushes against yours, she smirked, getting on top of you.
You gasp softly, giggling softly, Chaeyoung grows jealous, she lets out a needy whine.
Nayeon turns her head slightly, glaring at chaeyoung, "What's wrong puppy? Is someone jealous?" she smirks wider, then she turns her attention back towards you and kisses you softly.
Your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her closer, Nayeon groans softly in between the kiss. The kiss quickly turned heated, Nayeon slides her hand underneath your shirt, feeling your breast.
Her cold hand teases your nipple.
"m-mmph.."
Nayeon pulls back, looking down at you then pulls your shirt up and begins sucking your breasts, her tongue swirls around your left nipple, you arch your back in response, letting out a moan.
Chaeyoung watches, her eyes widen, she suddenly feels warmth throughout her body.
Nayeon pulls back again as she looks back towards Chaeyoung, she notices a change in her body language. "Something the matter pup?" her voice soothing, but with a hint of coldness.
Chaeyoung locks eyes with her, her cheeks burn, she nods.
"Tell me what's wrong."
"I-I.." she gets nervous, "Use your words."
Chaeyoung's face gets more red, "I-i-i'm horny.. too."
Nayeon lets out a dark chuckle, she hums in response, "well, you can sit there and look pretty while you watch me demolish Y/N."
She let out a needy whine as she pouts, Chaeyoung was inches away from them both, she needed to be in between them both so badly, but she had to obey Nayeon.
Nayeon goes back to her makeout session with you. Your tongues both fight for dominance as Nayeon's hand wraps around your throat softly, she squeezes gently, testing the waters.
You moan softly, she sits up and takes off her own shirt along with her shorts, throwing it somewhere across the room.
Her brown eyes might contact with yours, she slowly starts to pull down your shorts, feeling your heat pulsating through your underwear.
She smirks, biting her lip, as she teases your clit softly. You whimper softly, "Please nayeon.."
Nayeon hums, she loved hearing you beg, it made her more horny than ever.
"Please what?"
"Please.. fuck me.." You bite your lip, holding back a moan, Chaeyoung looks down at your damp patch on your underwear, she slowly moves her hand down to her shorts.
Chaeyoung's breath hitched quietly as she kept her eyes on y/n, she watched Nayeon's hand move swiftly to pull off your underwear, revealing your glistening pussy.
She gasps softly, whimpering.
You buck your hips against Nayeon's fingers, she smirks and slowly slips in one finger then another afterwards, she curled them just right, making you let out a loud moan.
Chaeyoung's hands shake as she watches nayeon.
Nayeon's fingers move fast, "You like that baby?" she coos softly, smirking down at you.
"n-ngh.. yes baby.." you whimpered, feeling her fingers move faster.
As you arch your back, Chaeyoung becomes more antsy, slowly rubbing her own clit, even though she was told not to. She didn't care, she wanted to get off, and if watching her owners get off was the only way.. then so be it.
Nayeon thrusted her fingers deeper into you, kissing all over your body, you arch your back into her, gripping her shoulder, leaving slight scratches on her back.
Nayeon moans in response, then removes her fingers, you whimper in response.
She then hovers her pussy over yours, then begins grinding against you.
You both moan out, Nayeon smirks down at you, gripping your breasts, you moan louder.
Chaeyoung's fingers move faster against her clit, she bites her lip, holding back her moans, she restricts herself from moving completely, trying her best to not move at all.
She slips her fingers inside herself and moves in and out, keeping her eyes on Nayeon and Y/N.
Nayeon continued to scissor with you, she watched your breast bounce along with her own as she moved faster.
your moans grew louder together as Nayeon felt herself getting closer, "Fuck baby.. I'm gonna cum if you keep making those sounds."
You moan more, scratching her back, leaving deeper scratch marks on her back.
Chaeyoung grunts quietly, moving her fingers deeper inside herself, she gasps softly, loosing herself in the process.
As she continued watching the perfect sex scene in front of her, she felt herself getting closer.
Nayeon picked up the pace, the entire bed shaking now.
She let out a high pitched moan as she came, you followed right after, letting out a louder moan, gripping her ass.
Chaeyoung shrieked and came all over herself, breathing heavily.
Nayeon pants, landing on top of you.
After a while, she regained some energy and lifted herself up, giving you a deep kiss, you blushed.
Nayeon pulls away smiling, then she slowly turns around to face chaeyoung, but she noticed something off.
She looked at Chaeyoung up and down, noticing her hand in between her legs. That was the first mistake.
Nayeon's blood boiled, she glared at Chaeyoung.
Chaeyoung avoided eye contact, she knew she was in for a rude awakening. She gulps slowly, looking at nayeon, as she removes her fingers from in between legs.
"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. Chaeng.. why don't you listen to anything that I say pup? Looks like I need to put you in your place." Nayeon says, pulling Chaeyoung by her shirt collar, pushing her down onto the bed, pinning her.
Chaeyoung looked up at her in fear.
You glance over and sit up as well, smirking slightly, you began to kiss and whisper into chaeyoung's ear.
"Prepare yourself Chaeyoung.. this will be a night to remember, after we're done with you~" You whispered softly.
pairing. martin x f!reader wc. genre. fluff angst hogwarts au [CATALOGUE]
the platform is loud enough to make yn’s head pound, and she’s already in a bad mood because rei disappeared the second they got through the barrier and wonyoung is nowhere to be seen. she drags her trunk down the train corridor, looking for literally any empty compartment.
she slides open a door.
there’s a blonde boy inside, long legs stretched out over both seats, broom catalogue open on his lap.
he doesn’t glance up when he says, “occupied.”
yn stares. “there’s one of you.”
“exactly,” he replies, flipping a page.
“move your legs.”
“no.”
she blinks once. “i wasn’t asking.”
he finally looks at her, eyes sharp, annoyed. “go bother someone else.”
“i will,” she snaps, “after you move.”
he smirks — arrogant, lazy, irritating. “you’re new. learn how trains work before talking.”
yn shoves her trunk forward deliberately, ramming into his shoes.
“hey!” he jerks upright like she lit him on fire. “what the hell is wrong with you?”
“i asked nicely.” she plants the trunk harder.
“nicely? that was nicely to you?” he stands, towering just enough to be stupidly smug about it. “get out.”
“no.”
“yes.”
“no.”
he groans like she’s ruining his entire life. “you’re unbelievable.”
“you’re in my way.”
“you’re in my compartment.”
“it’s not your compartment.”
“yes it is—”
“move.” they stand there, chests puffed, eyes narrowed, like two cats ready to maul each other.
then a passing third-year yanks the door open and barks, “first-years, shut up or sit down.” yn glares at him. martin glares harder.
she doesn’t know his name yet, but she already hates him.
she drops into the seat opposite him, slamming her trunk beside her. he kicks it immediately, not even pretending it was an accident.
“childish,” she mutters.
“annoying,” he fires back.
“loud.”
“bossy.”
“arrogant.”
he scoffs. “big word for someone with a tiny brain.”
she nearly lunges across the compartment. the train starts moving. the window rattles. the tension somehow gets tighter instead of fading.
martin folds his arms and mutters, “hope you’re not in my house.”
“trust me,” she says, not looking at him, “i hope the exact same thing.”
he gives a short laugh — not because anything is funny, but because he genuinely cannot believe how irritating she is. she mirrors the feeling.
they ride in silence, but it’s the dangerous kind.
like if they speak again, the train might explode.
when the trolley witch knocks, yn sits up first.
“anything from the trolley, dears?”
yn opens her mouth — martin talks over her.
“she doesn’t want anything.”
yn turns slowly. “speak for yourself, golden retriever.”
and then they’re bickering again, over pumpkin pasties, cauldron cakes, who elbowed who, who should pay, who should shut up.
they spend the entire ride either arguing or aggressively ignoring each other.
by the time they reach hogwarts, the entire first-year carriage collectively agrees on one thing:
“those two are definitely going to kill each other.”
the first-years shuffle into the great hall like a herd of confused sheep, staring at floating candles and the enchanted ceiling like they’ve never seen a sky before. yn tries to take it in — she really does — but every time she starts to appreciate something, martin’s stupid blond head moves into her line of vision.
he keeps glancing back at her, like he wants to make sure she’s still alive so he can continue hating her properly.
she glares every time.
he smirks every time.
infuriating.
professor mcgonagall calls out the names one by one. the sorting hat shouts houses. people cheer.
yn wishes rei and wonyoung were next to her, but fate has decided she must suffer.
finally—
“martin edwards!”
the hall goes quiet for a second as he steps forward with that irritating confidence like the stool is blessed to have him sit on it. the hat barely touches his head before—
“GRYFFINDOR!”
the table explodes into cheers.
yn’s stomach drops.
of course he’s a gryffindor. of course he’s going to strut around like he owns the common room and everyone in it.
martin shoots her a look on his way to the table.
a victorious one.
she wants to throw her shoe at him.
mcgonagall continues.
then—
“yn l/n!”
great.
she walks up, chin raised, ignoring the whispers, ignoring martin leaning forward slightly like he wants a front-row seat to her misery.
the hat slips over her head, and before she can think—
“GRYFFINDOR!”
martin’s face splits into a wicked grin.
yn’s eye twitches.
she sits as far from him as humanly possible, wedging herself between two random second-years.
throughout the feast, martin keeps looking down the table at her.
she pretends she doesn’t notice.
she absolutely notices.
he leans toward james, whispering something. james laughs, looks at her, and laughs harder.
she nearly stabs her fork through the table.
the common room later that night is warm, golden, buzzing with excitement. everyone is comparing schedules, talking about classes, asking who’s scared of snape.
yn is finally starting to relax when—
martin drops onto the couch next to her like he owns the place.
“you’re in my seat,” he says.
she blinks slowly. “this seat has literally been here for a hundred years. it doesn’t belong to you, colonizer.”
“i was sitting here earlier.”
“and then you left.”
“i was getting my wand.”
“congratulations?”
he groans. “just move over.”
“no.”
he narrows his eyes. “why do you always have to be difficult?”
“why do you always have to exist near me?”
a couple of first-years gasp softly.
martin leans closer. “you started it on the train.”
“you started breathing. same difference.”
martin looks personally offended. “you’re… you’re impossible.”
“and you’re loud.”
“and you’re bossy.”
“and you’re annoying.”
“and you—”
“edwrds. l/n.”
a prefect steps between them like they’re rabid animals.
“it’s the first night. please don’t kill each other until at least november.”
“no promises,” yn mutters.
“i’ll do it tomorrow,” martin says.
the prefect closes his eyes like he regrets every decision that led him to this moment.
yn stands abruptly. “i’m going to bed. don’t follow me.”
“trust me,” martin replies, “i’d rather follow a blast-ended skrewt.”
she flips him off behind her back.
he sees.
he flips her off right back.
first potions class.
yn l/n is already on edge. the smell of boiling ingredients, the chatter of classmates, and the smell of martin edwards’ cologne — obnoxiously strong for an eleven-year-old — is almost enough to make her hex someone on sight.
“today,” professor slughorn begins, “we will be brewing the cure for common coldweed.” he gestures at the cauldrons. “partners will be assigned randomly.”
yn prays. silently. to every deity imaginable. don’t pair me with that golden-haired pest.
and yet…
“yn l/n and martin edwards!”
she freezes.
he grins.
she glances at him.
he’s already smirking, leaning casually on the edge of the table, like this is exactly what he wanted.
“you’re joking,” she mutters under her breath.
“i never joke about important things,” he says, voice dripping with smugness.
she glares.
he grins wider.
“what’s first, oh mighty genius?” he asks, as if he owns the cauldron.
yn folds her arms, glaring down at him. “don’t even think about touching my ingredients.”
“or what?” he challenges, leaning across the table slightly.
“or i’ll hex you so hard your hair stands straight up and refuses to lie down for a week.”
“try me,” he says, eyes twinkling.
the rest of the class watches quietly, some trying not to laugh, some bracing for disaster.
the first pinch of powdered root hits the cauldron.
yn reaches for the next ingredient.
martin grabs her wrist.
“hey!” she yelps.
“what?” he asks innocently.
“let go!” she snarls.
“never!”
yn jerks her arm. the powdered root goes flying — landing on martin’s robes and in his hair. he sputters.
“you—!” he swipes at the cauldron, knocking the potion over. it fizzes and hisses, producing an acrid green smoke. alarms ring. smoke curls toward the ceiling.
professor slughorn coughs violently. “what on earth—?!”
yn steps back, glaring at martin. “i told you not to touch my ingredients!”
“i told you to chill, firecracker!” he shouts back, swiping at the smoke.
the potion erupts violently, sending foam spraying across the table. a couple of first-years scream. a cat yowls. the entire class scrambles.
yn spins toward him. “you’re impossible!”
“you’re insane!” he fires back.
slughorn sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “both of you! outside. now. and try not to destroy the entire classroom next time.”
yn and martin exchange one last glare before storming out.
in the hallway, they almost collide with a passing first-year.
“watch where you’re going!” yn snaps.
“i would, if someone hadn’t pushed me first!” martin shouts.
they stand, chest to chest, glaring like predators.
“you are the worst first-year i have ever met,” yn spits.
“and you, l/n, are the most insufferable,” martin retorts.
“just… stay out of my way, golden boy.”
“golden boy? oh, you’re going to regret that nickname,” he smirks.
“i don’t care,” she says.
“that’s cute. you should care.”
“shut up,” she snaps, shoving past him into the stairwell.
“i will shut up… later,” he mutters after her, almost like a threat.
by the end of the day, everyone in gryffindor has witnessed the absolute chaos that is yn l/n vs. martin edwards. the whispers in the corridors are unanimous:
“they hate each other.”
“they’re going to kill each other before christmas.”
“i’m taking bets on who explodes first.”
yn collapses onto her bed in the dormitory later that night, head in her hands.
“why does he exist?” she mutters to rei, who is barely keeping herself from laughing.
“i have no idea,” rei says carefully. “but, uh… maybe don’t hex him in the middle of dinner tomorrow?”
yn glares at her. “i will hex him.”
and somewhere, across the castle, martin edwards probably thinks the same thing.
except he’s grinning.
the morning air in the gryffindor courtyard is sharp, carrying the smell of wet grass and dust. quidditch practice is starting, and martin edwards is already running drills with a few older students, tossing the quaffle back and forth with effortless skill. the first-years are supposed to observe before being allowed on the pitch. yn doesn’t care. she’s already on edge from martin’s grin during breakfast.
“don’t look at me like that,” she mutters under her breath as she straps on her gloves.
someone snickers behind her. wonyoung and rei glance at her, amused but cautious. “you’re going to explode if he so much as breathes on you,” wonyoung says.
yn doesn’t reply. she’s scanning the pitch. she sees him — tall, blonde, obnoxiously perfect — already catching the quaffle midair, tossing it casually to the next player.
“watch and learn,” he shouts across the field when he sees her standing awkwardly by the fence.
yn narrows her eyes. “i’ll learn how to hex you first,” she mutters.
practice begins. first-years are handed broomsticks. martin, naturally, ends up in the same group as yn. she grimaces. he smirks.
“hope you don’t faint mid-flight,” he says, mounting his broom like he’s about to soar into legend.
“i hope you crash,” she snaps, straddling her broom, knees trembling.
the broom jerks upward violently as she kicks off the ground. martin glides past, waving as if mocking her balance.
“need help, firecracker?” he calls.
yn clenches her jaw. “shut up.”
they’re assigned to chase the same rogue quaffle for a drill. martin zooms ahead, catching it in one smooth grab, while yn flails behind, barely keeping her broom steady. she curses under her breath, wiping sweat from her brow.
“slow down, clumsy,” martin jeers. “you’re embarrassing yourself.”
yn spins, nearly losing control. “maybe you should worry about your own skill and stop being insufferable!”
he laughs — a sharp, loud laugh that makes her want to throw her broom at him.
yn pushes herself harder. she reaches for the quaffle. martin notices, veers sharply, and collides lightly with her broom. she stumbles, spins out of control, and lands hard on the grass.
“ow—!” she yells, glaring up at him.
“watch where you’re flying!” she adds, teeth gritted.
“you’re lucky you didn’t break your neck!” he fires back, leaning casually against his broom, perfectly upright as if nothing happened.
the older gryffindors are yelling at them, “stop fighting and catch the quaffle!”
yn glares, hot with humiliation and anger. she pulls herself back onto her broom, charging directly at him. martin ducks, laughs, and swoops past. she swerves. he bumps her broom lightly again. she nearly falls into the goalpost.
“martin edwards!” she screams, hexing instinctively. a small spark shoots toward him, barely grazing his robes.
he spins, eyes wide for the briefest second, then grins wider. “finally! some action!”
the older students groan. yn’s face is red, furious, but a little thrill shoots through her — because for once, she’s actually getting under his skin.
the first practice ends with both of them panting, sweating, bruised egos, and a clear winner: chaos. the gryffindor captain, too annoyed to intervene further, sighs, muttering something about “hopeless first-years.”
later, in the common room, yn sits with rei and wonyoung, fuming.
“he’s impossible,” she hisses.
“yep,” wonyoung says. “and somehow, he thinks it’s cute.”
“cute?” yn spits the word. “he’s going to make me hex him into next week.”
“good luck with that,” rei says, smirking.
meanwhile, martin is somewhere else in the common room, recounting the “battle” to james, grinning like he’s won some personal war.
the first-year rivalry is officially legendary.
everyone can already tell: this isn’t going to stop anytime soon.
the first months at hogwarts pass in a blur of classes, pranks, and nonstop arguing. yn and martin edwards manage to turn every single situation into a battlefield.
in charms, yn’s wandwork is precise, fast, and sharp — every spell executed with perfect control. martin, naturally, is effortless and consistent, producing results that are impressive even when he’s showing off. every time their paths cross in class, sparks fly — literally and metaphorically.
their first clash comes during a levitation charm. professor flitwick demonstrates a feather lift. martin smirks at yn across the room.
“bet you can’t make it reach the ceiling first,” he says, loud enough for her to hear.
“try me,” she snaps back.
their wands flick at the exact same moment. the feathers collide midair, spinning wildly, then shooting into a chandelier.
“mr. edwards! ms. yn! control your spells!” flitwick squeaks, hovering as the feather spins like a mini tornado.
yn glares at martin, who pretends to look innocent. she wants to flick him across the room with her wand.
“you’re impossible,” she mutters.
“right back at you,” he says smoothly, grinning.
potions are worse. paired together again, they cannot measure ingredients without arguing.
“you measured the root wrong,” yn hisses.
“you measured it wrong first,” martin fires back, nudging her elbow.
“don’t touch me,” she snaps.
“can’t help it,” he says, smirking.
the potion hisses violently, bubbling like it’s about to explode. slughorn swoops in, slamming a hand over the cauldron.
“enough! both of you! one more mishap and it’s detention!”
yn shoots martin a look that could burn him on the spot. he just laughs — loud, infuriating, teasing.
the pranks follow. someone’s quill ends up soaked in ink, chairs levitate, homework disappears, and both of them are always at the center of it. the first-years whisper and laugh quietly, impressed and terrified all at once.
even casual walks to class turn into arguments — from stairwell collisions to bumps in the corridors, every insult, glare, and minor curse flying back and forth. the rest of gryffindor mostly avoids them, sensing the chaos brewing.
by mid-december, the castle is dusted with frost. snow swirls against the tall windows. the final week before the winter holidays is chaos incarnate. yn and martin argue in the great hall over pumpkin pasties, potions, and the last bit of treacle tart. someone threatens to hex someone else, and the first-years barely keep themselves from laughing.
when the last class ends, the students scramble for the train home. yn slings her bag over her shoulder, glaring at martin one final time.
“this isn’t over,” she mutters.
“of course it isn’t,” he replies, smirking, “i wouldn’t dream of it.”
the gryffindor common room empties, the castle settling into its quiet, frosty calm. the first-years chatter about snowball fights, homework-free holidays, and their plans for winter. yn walks toward the portrait hole with rei and wonyoung, muttering under her breath about martin’s insufferable smugness.
he leans against the wall nearby, watching her leave, smirking like a cat that knows exactly what it’s done. she notices and flips him off. he laughs.
requested 〉 the members of the ot7 most to least likely to cry during sex.
note 〉 sub!bts x domme!reader
𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙏
Jungkook
Seokjin
Yoongi
Hoseok
Taehyung
Namjoon
Jimin
𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙏
Any heightened emotion can make Jungkook cry. He needs you to forgive him quickly. Sharing everything in this moment is important to him. If your eyes are dry and he’s hiccuping in a sob, understanding that you’ll hug him doesn’t stop Jungkook’s brain from convincing him he ruined it.
"I’m not crying because it feels bad. I’m not crying because of you.” Seokjin has the lines prepared. He doesn’t want to analyze why it happens. He doesn’t want his partners to pry, either. If you acknowledge his tears, touch them, and continue with nonchalance, Seokjin fades into the afterglow with content sniffles.
Overheated, inadequate dread holds the threat of tears inside. Yoongi needs to know that crying won’t push away partners he genuinely cares about. Permission to show this side of himself makes Yoongi reverent with gratefulness. Inevitably, he feels safe enough to talk about how these tears play into his favorite humiliation fantasies.
Hoseok understands that letting go of every control surrenders his predictability. After he gives you a carte blanche, Hoseok warns you―it’s different every time. He doesn’t know what startling things will burst out, either.
Dark moods draw Taehyung to intimacy. When everything hurts, Taehyung knows what will happen if you tease his needs and trickle nostalgic love murmurs into his ear. There’s no resistance. Tears feel like passion.
Namjoon is sensitive. He can patch up his own soul. Pleasure attacks his defenses, and spills the hurt out for you to accept. It’s always a mistake. Namjoon appreciates that you ask what he needs, but he doesn’t want to burden you when he’s trying to satisfy you.
Jimin balances the sensual and the sensitive. Sex is hot, intense, and happy. Something tips the balance. Jimin realizes needs are mismatched. Angry sex is cheering him up, but you’re still simmering―or, the rough dirty talk you promised doesn’t hit right. Jimin always whispers out that he needs to stop before he feels the first sting of pressure behind his nose.
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💎 » a/n » i’ve talked about the ot7 crying during sex before! you can find some of my thoughts ››here.
A little teasing turns into a dangerous game when you decide to see just how jealous Jooheon can get.
Mood + Warnings: Jealous + Possessive Jooheon • Dom Jooheon • Bratty Reader • Flirty Kihyun • Playful Banter • Teasing • Idol AU Established Relationship • Power Play • Jealousy Kink • Secret Relationship • Fingering • Light Choking • Orgasm Control • Unprotected Sex/Creampie
Word count: ~5.9k
🎧 Recommended Track: Jealousy - Monsta X
The air around you smells like beer, sweat, and whatever cologne Jooheon grabbed on his way out when you all decided to go grab a drink and some food after today's grueling practice. Drinks after weren't planned. They never are with them. But somehow you all ended up here anyway.
You had told them you didn't want to intrude, but everyone shook their heads, insisting.
"You're one of us now," Changkyun said.
Jooheon smiled, giving you a gentle look that made your heart flutter more than you'd like to admit.
So you just smiled at them with a quiet "Okay", and now here you all are, crowded around a table that's too small, their laughter loud and completely unfiltered.
Jooheon sits next to you without hesitation, like he knows that spot is always his. You let him. His shoulder presses into yours, one of his hands resting on your thigh under the table— extremely distracting, and he knows it.
The others are oblivious as hell as to what's going on between you two, or they just don't care. You haven't quite figured that out yet. Either way, it's comfortable... easy. Maybe even a little dangerous.
The guys order an obscene amount of food and start stuffing their faces, the laughter flowing easily around the table. Kihyun arrives late, sliding into the empty chair across from you with a lazy grin. His shirt is half-unbuttoned, his hair still damp like he actually took the time to shower before coming out.
"Guess who decided to finally show up!" Minhyuk booms across the table, clearly already enjoying himself. Kihyun shrugs, taking a sip of his beer.
"Some of us shower before we go out in public," he says. "Unlike the rest of you."
Jooheon scoffs beside you. "You're late because you take forever to get ready."
"It's called effort," Kihyun replies smoothly, leaning back in his chair.
You can't help but laugh, ducking your head slightly. Jooheon glances at you, nudging you with his elbow.
"What're you laughing about?" he asks, brow raising.
"Nothing," you say quickly, still smiling. "You guys are just ridiculous."
Kihyun chuckles softly as he turns his attention to you now, changing the subject.
"So," Kihyun says, resting his elbow on the table as he looks at you. "Are you liking everything so far? Or are we going to have to try harder to impress you?" He winks subtly, a slight smirk on his face.
You blink, curious at first, until you notice his eyes lingering on you just a little longer than necessary. Oh, is he... flirting? That's cute.
Your glance over at Jooheon, and the way his grip tightens on your thigh tells you he caught that, too. You can't help but smile a little.
This could get... interesting.
"You know, between you and me, Kihyun," you say, leaning forward like you're about to share a secret. "I think you guys are doing alright so far." Your voice drops just a little, your eyes finding his with a sly smile. "Though some... better than others."
You lean back, taking a sip of your drink. You glance at Jooheon, and you can't help but notice the way his jaw flexes, his grip on your thigh tightening to the point you can't ignore it anymore.
Okay, this is kinda fun.
Kihyun smirks, looking at you over his drink. "Yeah? Well, I'll take that as a compliment."
You go to respond, but Jooheon speaks before you can.
"Don't get ahead of yourself," Jooheon scoffs, taking another sip. His hand on your thigh slides a little higher, pressing enough to make you shift in your seat.
Kihyun's brows raise just slightly at Jooheon.
"What?" he shrugs. "I'm just doing what I can. Someone's gotta make sure the pretty new girl feels welcome around you brutes."
"Hey!" Minhyuk points at him across the table, protesting immediately. "Excuse you, I am very welcoming... I'm delightful!"
The table erupts with laughter as the guys start teasing each other, everyone except Jooheon. He shifts beside you, jaw still tight, and lets out a small laugh that doesn't really fit in with the rest.
Oh, wow. He's actually getting worked up.
You gently rest your hand over his, still gripping your thigh, and his eyes lazily meet yours.
"You good?" you mouth, fingers drifting lightly over the back of his hand.
He nods once. Quick and flat. "Yeah."
You raise your eyebrows at how short he's being, and then he sighs and leans in closer so no one else can hear.
"I just would be better if Kihyun would stop looking at you like you're something he wants to win."
You blink at him, and then you smile slowly, a soft laugh escaping you. "Oh, please, Honey," you murmur back softly, squeezing his thigh this time. "I think he's just being sweet... don't you?"
He just stares at you for a moment. You tilt your head and smile a little wider at him, pretending to be innocent, and you can see the moment he figures it out.
"You're enjoying this," he asks, his voice sinking low. "Aren't you?"
You bite your lip, pretend to think about it, then shrug and lean back. He keeps looking at you, an unreadable expression in his eyes. Oh yeah... He definitely knows.
"Enjoying what?" you mouth back, a puzzled look on your face. His eyes narrow at you slightly, but you're already turning your attention back to the rest of the table before he can call you out.
"Oh, Kihyun—" You start again, your hand coming out to rest on his arm just lightly now. "I totally forgot to ask you something."
Jooheon shifts next to you, pressing his shoulder more firmly into yours as he watches.
Kihyun turns, his attention coming back to you. "Yeah? Go for it," he says casually.
"Earlier today," you lean forward a little more, letting your top show off just enough. "You mentioned something about a cafe near the studio. The one that had those desserts that were to die for?"
Jooheon squeezes your thigh hard when you lean in. He knows exactly what Kihyun can see right now. The pressure makes your breath catch, but you keep a straight face.
Kihyun glances briefly down at your hand on his arm before looking back up at you with a big smile. "Ahhh, that place?"
"Yeah," you nod, eyes bright and interested. "Was that just you being dramatic, or is it really worth trying? I've been craving something sweet, something I can really... indulge in."
You lock eyes with Kihyun as you say it, and his mouth twitches in response. You can feel Jooheon staring at you, making your heart beat faster, but you ignore it.
"Oh, it's definitely worth it," Kihyun smiles, leaning forward closer to you across the table now, his voice sinking to a hushed tone. "Especially if you go with the right company."
Jooheon scoffs before you can respond. "She already has plans most days," he says. "Good luck finding the time."
Kihyun's brows raise at him, a questioning look on his face. "Well, that's fair. But since she said she was craving something sweet..." Kihyun continues, his eyes meeting yours again now, a smirk spreading across his face. "Maybe I can bring something to you instead."
You feel your cheeks heat up and have to shift in your seat. Jooheon notices, his eyes tight on Kihyun across the table. You can feel the tension seeping off of him, and for a second, you wonder if you should stop pushing.
But honestly... where's the fun in that?
You look at Kihyun, smiling as your hand comes back to his arm. "You'd really do that for me, Ki?" you ask, tilting your head sweetly. Jooheon exhales slowly beside you, exaggerated and intentional.
Kihyun nods enthusiastically, his hand coming over and resting on yours on his arm. "It'd be my pleasure," he says. "You just let me handle it. I'll bring you something that you'll really love."
"See," you smile widely, leaning back. "I knew there was a reason why you're my favorite."
One side of Kihyun's mouth curves, his eyes dragging over you in a way you know Jooheon isn't enjoying. You glance at him, and your breath catches when you see he's already looking at you, not Kihyun anymore. Just you. The look he gives you says everything.
Go on. Keep pushing.
Kihyun laughs softly. "Favorite? Wow, I'm honored, truly," he says, casually flagging down the waiter. "Another one for my new favorite pretty friend here, please."
"You trying to get her drunk, Kihyun?" Jooheon cuts in, his eyes narrowing sharply at him.
Kihyun raises his hand innocently as he sets his drink down. "Just making sure she's taken care of, Jooheon."
Jooheon just glares at him, his jaw flexing again. He hasn't touched his drink since you started talking to Kihyun, and his foot taps lightly under the table, restless.
Seeing him like this? It's hot. Really hot. And it kinda makes you wonder how far you can push him.
Your drink is dropped off, and you take a few more sips before you stand up. "I'm gonna go to the ladies' room," you murmur softly. "Be right back."
No one questions it, but you can feel Jooheon's eyes on you as you walk away. After you finish freshening up, you open the bathroom door and almost walk right into him. He's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking calm in a way that makes your stomach flip in the best way possible.
"Oh," you say, stopping short but smiling sweetly at him. "Didn't know this place had bathroom security."
His eyes move over your face, but he doesn't smile back.
"What exactly are you trying to do right now?" he says calmly.
Your brows furrow. "Umm," you say, gesturing to the door. "Go to the bathroom?"
His head tilts to the other side. "Don't play dumb."
You huff a quiet laugh. "I'm just..." you shrug, "having some fun."
"Yeah," he says as his eyes flicker down your body briefly before coming back to your face. "I noticed."
You think for a moment, then lean in with a slight smirk.
"You jealous?"
He watches you for a second, then pushes off the wall and steps closer, crowding you.
"You want me to be?" he asks, his voice deep.
Your smile widens, leaning up to kiss his cheek softly. "Maybe," you whisper.
You go to walk away, and he catches your arm before you can take two steps. You stop, turning back to him.
"Careful," he says.
Your brows lift at him. "Careful?"
"You're gonna get yourself in trouble," he warns, but there's a hint of anticipation in his tone.
You smile slowly, your eyes flicking to his mouth before locking eyes with him again. "You say that like it's such a bad thing," you murmur.
Then you turn around again, walking back to the table before he can say anything else.
When you return, Kihyun spots you immediately. "Thought we lost you," he jokes lightly.
You laugh and slide back into your seat. A few seconds later, Jooheon comes back too. He doesn't say anything, but when he sits beside you, his arm rests on your chair. Not touching, just there. Constant... Like a reminder.
The music in the bar shifts to something louder now, a heavy bass thrumming through the small space. Minhyuk perks up suddenly, slamming his glass down onto the table.
"Ohhh, absolutely not," he says, his chair scooting back. "We're not sitting here during this song."
Groans echo across the table, but a few of them stand up anyway, already knowing they can't get out of this. Kihyun turns to you, offering his hand. "Come on."
You glance down at his hand first, and then your eyes flick past him, looking toward Jooheon, who's already watching you. His face looks calm, so calm that no one else would notice anything. But you know him well enough to see the tightness in his jaw and the way his fingers grip his drink.
You hesitate. Jooheon's voice replays in the back of your head.
You're gonna get yourself in trouble.
Kihyun's hand is still waiting there for you, his brows lifting as he realizes that you're thinking about it. "You scared?" he teases, smirking.
You look back up at Kihyun and then huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes as you slide your hand into his. "Me, scared?" You say, voice dropping. "Please."
Across the table, Jooheon's expression stays the same. He lifts his chin, like he's waiting to see what your next move is. His eyes drop to your hand in Kihyun's, then back to your face. You hold his eyes for a second.
Then... you stand.
Kihyun's hands tighten around yours as he pulls you onto the dance floor, where a few people are already moving to the beat. He spins you right away, playful and easy, and you let out a surprised laugh.
"See?" he grins, his hands settling lightly at your waist. "Much more fun than sitting."
You laugh again and let yourself move with the beat. But even as you dance, you keep looking back at the table. Jooheon hasn't joined everyone. He's still sitting, his finger tapping slowly on the table as he watches you.
For a moment, you wonder if you should ease up a bit, maybe you've pushed things too far. Then Kihyun spins you again, and you end up closer, your hands bracing on his shoulders. Your eyes flick to the table, seeing that Jooheon hasn't moved. Still watching.
So... you bite your lip, then slowly slide your arms around Kihyun's neck. Jooheon's foot stops bouncing then, his jaw flexing.
There. That's better.
You press your body into his more intentionally now, Kihyun's grip tightening around your waist. "You were right," you say, leaning in closer to his ear. "This is much more fun."
Kihyun laughs softly. "Told you," he smirks, his breath warm against your ear.
You hear a chair scrape behind you, and when you look back for Jooheon, he's gone.
You turn to Kihyun again, but he's not looking at you anymore. His eyes lift past your shoulder instead, his grin fading just slightly. You don't have to say anything, because you feel it a second later. A hand grasping around your wrist.
Firm... and possessive.
Jooheon.
"Fun's over," he murmurs as his grip tightens.
Your heart skips a beat as Jooheon grabs your wrist, pulling your arms away from Kihyun's neck. You turn to face him, and the look he gives you sends a shiver down your spine that also makes your stomach drop at the same time.
Oh shit.
Kihyun looks between the two of you, his eyebrows furrowing tight, clearly confused. "Dude, what's your problem? We're dancing here," he says, throwing his hands out to the side. "You can wait your turn."
Jooheon shoots him a glare. "I'm taking her home," he says, voice low and controlled. Too controlled.
"What—" Kihyun scoffs, but Jooheon's already moving. "Seriously?"
Jooheon doesn't slow down, not even a little. "We'll see you tomorrow," he says over his shoulder.
You barely have time to look back before Jooheon is already pulling you halfway across the restaurant, moving through the small crowd toward the door. Your pulse is racing now. Half excitement, half something else you don't quite know the name for.
The cold night air hits you the second he pushes through the door, but he doesn't stop until your back presses against the brick wall beside the entrance. His hand plants by your head on the wall, trapping you in place.
"You trying to get a reaction out of me?" he asks quietly.
You tilt your head, mouth curving just slightly, even as your heart is hammering in your chest. "Did it work?"
His jaw tightens as he just looks at you for a second before leaning in even closer. "So what exactly was the end goal here?" he murmurs.
You shrug against the wall. "Oh, I don't know," you start to say, voice dripping with innocence. "Maybe I just wanted to see what you'd do."
He lets out a short, quiet breath, his head shaking once like he can’t decide whether to laugh or lose his mind. "So that's it then," he says calmly, a hint of a smile touching his mouth. "You wanna see me lose control, don't you?"
You bite your lip, smirking up at him, but you don't say anything. Not yet. Instead, one hand comes up to his cheek, brushing it lightly as you look up at him. "You didn't answer my question, Honey," you finally whisper. "Did it work?"
His eyes darken, a low breath escaping him. "Oh, it worked," he says as he takes a step back. His eyes drag over you once more, slow and deliberate, his gaze heavy. "Get in the car."
You move without thinking.
The drive to his apartment feels endless, the flashing lights blurring past the windows. You barely notice them. All you can think about is him. One of his hands is on the wheel, the other taps on his thigh. His focus stays on the road, but every now and then, he glances at you just enough to twist your stomach in anticipation.
When you finally arrive, he cuts the engine and speaks without turning to you. "Inside."
Your hand finds the car door immediately, stepping out into the cold air once again. You walk to the elevator, going inside, and the doors shut in front of you. The air feels electrified in the small space, and you can feel his gaze burning through you as the elevator starts to go up.
"You know I'm still trying to figure something out, baby," he says after a moment, his chin lifting as he looks at you from the back of the elevator.
You look over your shoulder at him. "What's that?" you ask, voice soft.
"Why you thought letting another man put his hands on what's mine was going to end well for you," he says, not skipping a beat.
Your stomach flips.
When he puts it that way...
He steps closer, his hands gripping your hips from behind and pulling you back into him. Your breath catches, and for the first time tonight...
"I'm sorry," you say quietly, even as your body pushes back into him instinctively.
He chuckles, a low, deep sound rumbling from his chest.
"Sorry..." he repeats, voice almost amused. "That's cute." The elevator dings at his floor, and he drops his mouth to your ear, his breath brushing up against your skin. "Go."
You bite the inside of your cheek as you step out, moving on autopilot toward his door. He opens it and nods for you to go in. Your body vibrates with something... nerves, excitement, you're not even sure. All you know is you can't wait to find out.
He locks the door behind you, setting his keys on the counter. For a moment, neither of you moves, but you can still feel his eyes on you from across the room, heavy and intentional, enough to make you squirm without a word from him.
"Take off your shoes," he murmurs.
You do.
"You had a lot of fun tonight," he says, taking off his jacket now. "Teasing me at the table, flirting with Kihyun, making him think he actually had a chance." He laughs to himself at the last part, like the idea alone is absurd to him.
He takes a step closer to you, his voice getting more stern. "And looking right at me the whole time too... like you were daring me to do something about it."
Your pulse jumps, and you turn to face him, that defiance of yours still flowing through your veins even at the tone of his voice.
"And?"
His lips twitch upwards, not angry. Something more dangerous.
"And you got exactly what you were wanting," he murmurs. "But my question is, baby..." He closes the remaining distance between you two, his hand coming up to brush your face as he tilts it gently toward him. "You sure you can handle what comes next?"
Your breath wavers for a moment before you say anything. "I don't know, Honey," you whisper, eyes seeking his with a silent challenge. "Why don't you stop talking and find out?"
His eyes darken, his hand gripping around your jaw slightly as his thumb brushes over your bottom lip.
"You really don't know when to stop, do you?" he growls before he catches your bottom lip with his teeth, nipping enough to make you gasp. He lets go, pulling you closer to him.
"Good. Because tonight?" his voice lowers, his fingers digging into your hips. "I'm gonna have to remind you exactly who you belong to."
Before you have time to think, he's lifting you into the air, throwing you over his shoulders like you weigh practically nothing, and smacking your ass at the same time. You let out a surprised squeal that turns into a soft gasp, your heart beating fast as he carries you down the hallway.
Well... You did ask for this.
And you really should learn when to stop pushing him.
But the rush of heat spreading low through your stomach at the thought of what's coming makes you bite your lip.
On second thought... This is way more fun.
He kicks the door open and steps into the bedroom, pausing just long enough to adjust you slightly against his shoulder. You lift your head, meeting his eyes already locked on yours. Your mouth parts, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down your spine.
"Still think this was a good idea?" he asks. And then he spins you around, dropping you onto the bed with a quiet thud.
He follows you down, the mattress dipping as he settles one hand beside your head, the other gripping your waist to keep you from moving away from him. You reach out for him instinctively, your fingers clenching in his shirt to bring him closer to you. But he stops you, one hand catching both your wrists and pinning them above your head in one quick motion.
"You don't get to touch me yet," he says, voice low. "It's my turn now. And I'm gonna take my time."
You let out a whiny breath, fighting against his grip just slightly. His free hand traces along the underside of your arm, slow and deliberate, all the way down your side as his mouth finds your neck. His lips hover just barely above you, not quite kissing, just ghosting over your skin in a way that already has your breath unsteady.
God, this is worse than if he just kissed you.
His hand slides to your thighs, pushing your skirt up over your hips, exposing your red lace underwear underneath. He traces the edge of the lace with a single finger, slow and teasing.
"Tell me something," he murmurs low, his lips brushing over yours now. "Did you wear these for me? Or did you put them on, thinking about what it might do to someone else?"
Oh, fuck. Your throat tightens, pulse thumping under his gaze.
"You," you say quickly, not hesitating this time. "Always you."
His grip is still firm on your wrists as he pulls back slightly, his eyes raking over your body spread out for him. The control he has over you right now is intoxicating. And the worst— best part is? You absolutely love it.
"Good answer," he murmurs as he pulls back slightly and releases your wrists, pulling you up. "Now strip. Slowly."
You let out a slow breath as you move to your knees on the bed. Your hands come up to your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside before reaching back to unhook your bra.
"I said slowly," he reminds you. You huff at that, and the sound makes his brows raise. "You really want to push your luck with me right now?"
You open your mouth to argue back, but you think better of it, forcing yourself to slow down instead. Your body is practically vibrating as your bra slips from your shoulders and falls away.
He's still fully dressed, his eyes dragging over your chest with this predatory look that has a heat spreading between your thighs. Your hands move to your skirt that's still bunched up at your hips. You keep your eyes on him as you slowly unzip the side and slide the fabric down your legs, leaving just you and your panties on now.
You tilt your head slightly. "Is this better?" you ask, voice soft.
"Almost," he says. He pushes off the wall now, closing the distance between you two. His fingers trail down your bare skin before his hands grip your hips, pulling you against his body. Your breath stutters as you feel him, the rough texture of his jeans against your skin making it hard to concentrate.
"Keep going," he murmurs near your ear. "You know I don't like being interrupted."
You bite your lip, your eyes lifting to him as your thumb hooks in the lace at your hips. You drag them down, slowly, so slowly. The fabric moves down inch by inch, bunching beneath your hips before you slide it the rest of the way down your thighs.
One of his hands drifts behind you, squeezing your ass like he owns it before pushing you gently backward.
"Lie back," he murmurs. You sink back onto the mattress. He follows you, his lips hovering near your ear. "And spread those legs for me."
Your pulse stutters as you do, your thighs parting slowly. The cool air hits against you, and you have to stop yourself from moaning already, the need for him completely overwhelming.
"Now that's better," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin.
He trails one of his fingers down your stomach, stopping just above where he knows you need him the most. And then slowly, his fingers drift lower. You gasp, your back arching off the mattress instinctively when his fingertips finally brush over your clit, his touch featherlight and teasing. He circles it once, twice, your hips chasing after his hand, needing more of his touch.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice low and dark and oh so smug. "Already so desperate for me."
You whimper as your hand grips the sheets because you know better than to reach for him without his permission right now. His finger moves down, sliding through your slick heat, grabbing the wetness that's already there and moving it upward, teasing you even more with it.
"Say it," he says quietly, his mouth pressed to the shell of your ear as he keeps his fingers moving. "Tell me who this pussy belongs to."
"You," you say, voice shaky.
He huffs quietly against your ear, clearly not impressed. "Louder," he commands, his thumb pressing against your clit enough to make you cry out.
"You! Fuck—" you gasp. "It belongs to only you, Jooheon!"
He hums in satisfaction this time, and then finally, he pushes a finger inside you slowly, the feeling stealing the air from your lungs. He adds a second finger, watching every flash of pleasure that crosses your face as he spreads you wider. He curls them upward until your hips jerk from the bed, sending a broken moan that breaks through your lips, bouncing off the walls.
"God, you're so fucking wet," he groans, voice rougher now as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, the sound that fills the room completely obscene. "You made all this mess just because you liked seeing me jealous, huh?"
"Yes," you admit simply, your mouth falling open.
His thumb presses against your clit as he continues, building you up so fast it makes your head spin. You can feel it already, that tension deep in your belly, your thighs tensing, and breath coming in those ragged, needy gasps. There's nothing gentle about him right now. He's relentless, working you higher and higher until you're right on the edge, barely able to think straight.
And then he stops. Just fucking stops.
"Jooheon—" you whine, a completely desperate look on your face. "Please, don't stop—"
A quiet chuckle leaves him, shaking his head as he pulls his fingers from you.
"You're funny," he says, a wicked smirk on his face. He brings his fingers to his lips, eyes never leaving yours as he sucks them clean. "You’re not coming until I’m inside you and I’m the only damn thing you can think about. Got it, baby?"
You bite down hard on your lip, the sheets twisting tighter beneath your fingers as you nod, watching him stand up. He unbuttons his shirt slowly, baring his chest and the tattoo inked across his stomach, and a jolt of heat shoots through you at the sight.
His hands move to his belt next, the leather sliding through the loops effortlessly, and he drops it beside the bed. He pushes his jeans down, eyes locked on yours as he frees himself, already hard and ready. The sight of him makes you press your thighs together, trying anything to relieve the ache between them.
"Don't," he warns, his hand wrapping around himself, stroking slowly. “Keep them open. Or I walk away right now and leave you dripping and desperate for me all night.”
Your mouth parts, but you listen, forcing them open again. Your whole body thrums in anticipation as he climbs back onto the bed, settling between your thighs. He grips your hips, yanking you toward him until you feel the head of his cock pressed against you. But then he stills, not giving in just yet.
Instead, he leans down, his mouth claiming yours in a deep, possessive kiss that has you moaning into his mouth. Your arms wrap around his neck because you don't care anymore about not touching him. You need him. All of him.
"Jooheon, please—" you breathe, pleading. "Please, baby..."
His eyes are dark and heavy, fixed on yours like he can see straight through the game you played with him all night. He drags his tip through you, the sensation making you twitch beneath him.
"Tell me what you want," he says, voice low. "Use your words. Properly."
You swallow hard, your chest heaving as you look at him. "I want you inside me," you say, voice trembling. "Please, Honey. I need you. I need you to fuck me until your name is the only thing you'll let me say. Until all I can feel is you."
He smirks slowly. "Now that's what I like to hear," he murmurs.
Then finally, he's pushing inside you— slowly, stretching you open inch by torturous inch. Your breath catches, nails digging into his shoulders as he sinks deeper, filling you so completely.
"Fuuuck—" he groans, his forehead dropping to yours as he gets fully settled. "You feel so damn good, baby."
He pulls back slowly, almost all the way out, before he's thrusting back in with a hard snap of his hips that makes you cry out. He sets a deep rhythm, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper, trying to urge him to go faster. But he doesn't. His pace is slow and deliberate, his hips grinding against yours in a way that has your mouth stuck open and your toes curling in the air.
His hand comes up to your face, firmly guiding you. "Look at me," he commands, and you do, your eyes slowly opening to meet his. "Watch me while I take you. I want you to see who makes you feel like this, see that I'm the only one who can make you feel this good."
A shudder runs through you at his words, hips lifting to meet his as you keep your eyes on him. The friction is perfect, the pressure building again inside you with every movement.
"Jooheon— I'm— I'm close—" you gasp, your voice breaking.
"You're gonna hold it for me," he cuts in, his hands sliding into your hair and pulling your head back, exposing your throat. "Just a little longer."
You whimper as his teeth graze down your neck, nodding frantically even though you don't even know if you can. You're so close, so fucking close, but every time you teeter on the edge, he pulls back just enough to keep you there.
"Please—" you pant, completely lost in him. "I can't—"
"You will," he growls, hips snapping into you faster. His hand comes to your throat now, pressing on it gently just enough for you to feel him. "Tell me that you're mine."
"I'm yours," you gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he fucks you harder. "Fuck, Jooheon, I'm yours!"
He groans, picking up his pace. His hand slides down to grip your thigh, hitching it higher over his hip, a sharp cry leaving you as he drives into you over and over. The new angle makes him so much deeper, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur at the edges. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles, your legs starting to tremble around his waist.
"Yeah, that's it," he says through clenched teeth, leaning down over you. "Yeah... that's my girl. Hold it a little more for me, baby. A little more."
"Joo—" the word is barely there, your arms squeezing around his neck and clinging onto him as he keeps his unrelenting pace. You don't know how much longer you can hold out until finally—
"Now," he growls, voice strained with his own restraint. "Cum for me now."
Your body obeys instantly, shattering completely as your orgasm rips through you. You scream his name, clenching around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crash over you. He doesn't stop, fucking you through every twitch and squirm, his own breathing ragged and strained until he thursts deep one last time.
"Mine," he says as he cums with a raw groan, his release pulsing inside you. "Only fucking mine."
For a moment, you stay like that, frozen in the aftershock, your legs still locked around his waist as you feel the warm feeling of him spreading through you. Your chest heaves, your heartbeat drumming in your ears as you come down, fingers loosening their hold around his neck. He lifts his head, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before your hands come up to cup his face.
"Yours," you whisper, kissing his lips slowly. "I'm always yours, baby."
He pulls back to study your face for a moment, then huffs out a quiet breath, brushing his thumb along your jaw.
"You know," he murmurs, "most people don't flirt wth their bandmates just so they can end up like this."
Your lips twitch. "Kihyun started it," you say, giving him a small shrug.
He raises his brow. "Yeah," he says, smirking almost proudly. "And I finished it."
You squeeze around him deliberately then, making his breath falter as a low groan slips out before he shoots you a warning look. You smile slowly, kissing him soft and sweet, innocent as always.
"Yeah," you murmur against his lips. "Yeah, you did."
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Thank you so much for reading!! Hope you guys enjoyed our special guest with this oneshot hehe. The next one I have is going to be a bit of a dynamic switch, so I do hope you guys look forward to it!! Catch ya in the next story! <3
i am the wound and the dagger! i am the blow and the cheek! i am the members and the wheel, victim and executioner! ౨ৎ ⸝⸝
introducing: scythe ♱ soph: she/they/it, unlabeled. 18. / new writer, ancient fic——reader. will write for all legal katseye members as well as original characters. mainly smut & angst. reqs are closed until farther notice! however, feel free to send anything else in my inbox; i love chatting with people. <3
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Genre: friends-to-lovers!au, fake-dating!au, angsty but with a happy ending, fluff (in the end)
Word count: 1k
Pairing: fake-boyfriend!Beomgyu x fem!reader
Requested by: anon (song: 0X1=LOVESONG - TXT)
Warnings: one kiss, usage of pet names (angel), a bit of a messed up situation, mentions of clubbing, mentions of Beomgyu being drunk (though he is sober enough), possible grammar mistakes
A/N: nonnie, im sorry it took so long to write this, but i am happy i got to finish it now. i changed the meaning of the lyrics a bit and i used them in different situations, so I hope you don't mind that too much. thank you! ✨️
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The flashing lights and the loud music defining the club Beomgyu was in were nothing new for the boy. The reason why he kept ending there? Very familiar as well. He often wondered what made him accept fake dating you, because instead of becoming closer, he felt like you were distancing more with every passing day. And still, it was his mistake, because he accepted the deal when you offered to help him with making the girl he loved jealous—not realising that you were supposed to make yourself jealous in this case. And once again, the memories have started to kick in.
"Hey, Gyu!" you shouted, gently nudging his shoulder: "I heard you're in love, hmmm?"
His eyes widened at your question, and the panic made his vision blurry. There was no way you found out, was it?
"Uhm, well, you see—"
"I can help you with that, Gyu! I know you are way too shy to confess, so I have a plan for that. Let's fake date!"
"I don't want to use you for that… you are much more than a rebound for me, Y/N…"
“I offered to do that, and I will be here for you, always. Let's do that, Gyu. Please, use me like a drug."
Let's fake date. Please, use me like a drug. He would have never imagined that he would be in such a situation, but if he said no, you would keep on asking questions, and he would expose himself; so he chose to say yes.
Already tired of the place he spent his last hour in and the aching memory of his mistake, he took his leather jacket and started walking slowly to your house, because even with his foggy mind, he knew you'd always let him in. You were his fake girlfriend, after all. He also took advantage of the silence on the street, engulfed by the pressure of his thoughts, until he reached your welcoming house. One knock, and you were already in front of him, the same, worried look plastered on your face.
"Did you get drunk again…?" you sighed, before letting him come inside.
"No, 'm not drunk," he said, an innocent smile stretching his lips softly: "just missed you."
You gave him a bitter smile, because in the end, you were not the girl he loved, (or so you thought).
"Is this part of our deal?"
"Missing you? No, Y/N, 'm honest with youuuu!" he laughed, clinging into you like a little kid.
You had enough of this painful pretending.
"Gyu… let's end this."
Was he not sober enough, so that he started to hear things? There's no way you would end things like this, right? Did he do something wrong?
"What? What about the girl I like?"
"You don't need me to pull her, Beomgyu. Once you do, you will be happy, and I will keep on hurting myself. It's over."
He felt the need to laugh, you couldn't be serious. It was toxic, but he was addicted.
"Are you saying that I'm the one hurting you, when you did that to yourself?" he asked, hands shaking in anger. Why did you blame him?
"Yes." you simply stated, arms crossed in front of your chest.
"Then why the fuck did you offer to help me one month ago?"
"Because I love you, Gyu. And I would rather have you as my fake boyfriend than not having you at all, but it has become an all or nothing situation, and I want all of you."
You did all of this—because you loved him too? All this messed up situation, for him to find out that you were crushing on each other?
"Y/N… you were the girl I liked. When you found out that I have a crush, I panicked and… I didn't want to give myself away, so I chose to say yes to your plan, even though it made no sense."
You looked at him with glossy eyes, giving up and squishing him into a big hug. There was no point in fighting more, the situation was already messed up. You were convinced he wouldn't remember any of this in the morning, but you wanted to use this opportunity, just this time.
"Gyu, look at me. If you remember this in the morning, kiss me. If not, let's both forget about this."
Even though he was sober enough to think rationally, he played your game once again.
"Deal."
The next morning came with such small steps, that you felt trapped in a never ending loop. Since you didn't have a lot of space in your one-person apartment, you had no choice but to let Beomgyu sleep next to you, his hands holding you close to him all night. You opened your eyes and saw him already looking at you, lips curling in happiness at the sight of you.
"Morning, Y/N!" he cheerfully said, stroking your back softly.
"Morning, Gyu. How do you feel?"
"Amazing, actually. What about you?"
"I'm… alright…" you whispered, trying to understand why he didn't act sick after his drunk state the other day; though, the boy had something else in mind.
He gently cupped your cheek with his hands, pressing his soft lips on yours. The kiss took you off guard, but you didn't lose any more time and kissed him back, full of feelings and love. You felt him smile, pressing his forehead on yours and looking at you softly.
"Say you love me, Y/N. That's all I want to hear right now. Say you love me till the end of the world."
"I love you, Gyu. I love you, and I'm so happy you remembered."
"I love you too, angel, I always did." he said, then pressed a sweet kiss on your cheek.
In the end, everything turned out to be worth it, as you ended up having your own happy ending story, next to the boy you've adored more than anything.
Hi guys, now I’m getting back into the rhythm of things, I’ve populated my queue and followed a load of new blogs related to my interests these days. A lot of my previous writer mutuals / fav writers have left the platform and now I am getting back into reading and reviewing!
I’ve been out of the community for a long time, and would love if you could recommend me some fics (including your own! If you’d like to keep your request private, please let me know in your ask/message🥰) to read and review on my review blog @johobirecs. I’m sure there are loads of amazingly skilled writers and fics that have emerged since I’ve been absent. I’d love your recs if you have the time! ☺️
For now I would prefer if the recs are one shots / drabbles / series under 30k if that’s possible! I’ll be more capable of absorbing longer fics when I receive my accessible reading software. ☺️ AO3 fics also welcome!
Thanks so much! 💗
Edit: Sorry, this also includes newer fics from older, established writers too! Just want to start my to-read from fresh! Also, feel free to reblog if you think others might be interested. ☺️
Edit 2: Sorry again, I’m a dummy. 😂 I am open to reading all fics and themes! The only thing I won’t read is cp/besti*lity. Thanks!
tags: choi beomgyu x afab!reader, swearing, fluff, friends to lovers, sfw (will add new tags as the story progresses)
synopsis: __ and beomgyu have been friends since highschool. struggling to hide their respective feelings for the other, they don’t realize they both feel the same way. will they be able to juggle their everyday lives and figuring out their feelings? or will this all be a recipe for disaster?
It had been a long day at work and __ was tired. She opened the door to the apartment she and Beomgyu shared. Speaking of Beomgyu, he was sprawled on the couch watching TV. __ was in a crappy mood and seeing Beomgyu so relaxed, unlike her at the moment, only made her crankier. "Choi Beomgyu, don't you think you could be doing something else more productive than watching TV? Maybe doing some chores?" He looked up at her, eyebrows raised, "No good evening, how are you?" He asked, amused by __'s mood. "Get your lazy ass of that couch and stop complaining. I have no time for pleasantries." __ answered curtly. She made her way to her room, well more like the guest room, but at the moment she was sleeping there. She could not bear the thought of having to share a room with Beomgyu. Beomgyu and her had been friends since high school, faced with the need to move out and closer to their work, they decided to rent an apartment together to save money. Both their jobs were less than 15 minutes away. On days like today, she was jealous of Beomgyu's office job, it seemed so easy. But then again she had chosen her career. __ was a teacher at an academy, she taught high schoolers. What a headache they were.
A knock at the door snapped her out of her thoughts. "What?" She said grumpily, making it evident she did not want to be bothered. "I know you're cranky but, I wanted to know if you wanted me to start dinner?" Beomgyu asked from the door. She sighed, "Sure, just don't burn the kitchen down." Beomgyu laughed from the other side of the closed door. "I won't," he smiled, maybe he could cheer her up somehow.
Once __ had changed into more comfortable clothes and cleaned up, she made her way to the kitchen. Just like he had said Beomgyu had started making dinner. "What can I help you with?" She asked, leaning over the pot on the stove to see what he was cooking. "Nothing right now, how about you lay down on the couch and rest," he said smiling at her. "Are you sure?" __ was tentative to leave Beomgyu alone in the kitchen cooking, but she was tired. "Yea, come on," he said, grabbing her arm and taking her into the living room. She sat down on the couch and put her feet up, "I have something for you, I'll be right back," Beomgyu said, rushing back to the kitchen. You laid back and closed your eyes. "Hey __," Beomgyu's voice woke you from the border of falling asleep. "Hm?" You said opening your eyes. Beomgyu was holding a cup, as he brought it closer you realized it was a cup of hot coffee. A smile lit up your face. "Thank you, this is exactly what I need right now," she said, looking at him with a smile. "I made it just how you like it," Beomgyu said proudly. "Sorry for yelling at you earlier," she said, taking a sip of her coffee. Oh, yes, it tasted so good, just how she liked it.
After dinner, they both were tired so after cleaning up together they made their way to their rooms. "Good night __," Beomgyu said, standing in front of him room's door "Night, night Beomgyu," suddenly he stepped closer to her, "Can I give you a hug?" He asked softly, "Oh, sure," he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. It was a quick hug, before __ knew, it was over. She was unsure why, but she had to admit she would have liked it to be longer. Finally, they entered their rooms, ready to sleep
Unknown to them, they both wore the same small smile on their faces.
After doing her nightly routine __ nestled into her warm blanket ready to rest. But she couldn't fall asleep, she had this feeling in her gut, and it told her something had changed. Something had been born. Whether it was good or bad, she’d just have to find out.
authors note: hey guys! hope you liked it! just a heads up “__” = y/n. I cannot promise updates will be frequent, but I’ll try. would anyone be interested in a taglist? I’m kinda sad it’s under 1k but I like where I ended it :) if there are any errors pls let me know, if you would like to be a beta reader, send me an ask!
