Series Title/AU: My Baby Brother is the Strongest Character
<<read the synopsis and content warnings first>>
Featuring: James Lee/DG
Trigger Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, noncon, yandere, stalker, voyeurism, mentions of masturbation, panty theft, olfactophilia, food play, sex toys, non-consenual adultery
Author's Note: I recently made a switch to Ellipsus for writing. Unlike with Google Docs, where misspelled words are underlined in red, Ellipsus leaves it up to the writer to spot any mistakes. Sadly, my tired, old-ass eyes may have missed a few things. I'll come back from time to time to edit, so if you guys spot any spelling mistakes, please feel free to tell me. Thank you and happy reading!
James Lee overheard his classmates preparing for a meteor shower. They argued over where they could watch it and what snacks to bring.
He didn't get it.
James Lee, a genius who was used to getting what he wanted, understood their reasoning to a degree, but his heart could not.
Meteor showers are rare but why go through so much trouble to watch one? Pretty, sure, but they're just shiny space rocks.
Fleeting. Worthless. Boring.
Dull.
When life is too easy, it gets boring. When one is bored, one is prone to doing random shit, like following around an overworked, underpaid, lonely twentysomething curmudgeon of a nurse on a whim.
You are cute, James admits, but he’s been with girls and women who were objectively more attractive. Much more welcoming too. But maybe that’s why he chose you. His charms had no effect, neither did his intimidation tactics. You were unimpressed, never afraid, and saw him as a nuisance; to you he was just another high school thug with too much time on his hands.
He already began joining you for lunch at the hospital. Though admittedly, "join" sounds nicer than the reality.
James knew he was intruding on your break, which you spent eating alone in a gazebo. He knew that if you could, you would have kicked him out on the first day he arrived with his own convenience store lunch, but he didn't do anything that can be classified as harassment. If anything, he was well-loved by both patient and staff. The kiddos who were stuck inside most of their lives begged him to perform tricks with his soccer ball. The grannies fawned over him and the gramps roped him into playing cards. He entertained everyone else while you ate in silence, ignoring him, or maybe you were waiting for him to mess up so you could call security on him.
A futile endeavor, and one you finally let go with one sentence: "Take care on your way home."
The next day, you handed him a paper bag. "You come here during lunch time but all you do is goof around." James has received countless medals and trophies, enough to fill an entire classroom, but not a single one made him feel as euphoric as earning a convenience store sandwich from you, served with no smile or motive.
He must have been really bored.
That sandwich was nothing special, the bread was dry and there wasn't a lot of ham, but for some reason, he left no crumb.
Days turned to months. The sandwiches turned to store-bought rice meals, which then became homemade bentos.
Everyday without fail, the two of you shared one meal together. If not at the hospital gazebo, then on the steps of your front door, or, for today, at a cliff overlooking the sea.
To be frank, James didn't think this little arrangement would last as long as it has. He thought for sure that he would have gotten bored at some point. Everything shiny and new that caught his attention lost its shine after a while, becoming yet another boring thing in the dull-gray backdrop of this world.
But not you.
"Wow," you breathed, eyes sparkling at the sunset. Soft pink and orange light wrapped around you. "It's beautiful."
James looked at you and smiled. "Yeah."
Today was supposed to be another simple Saturday. It was cloudy and warm, the perfect day for a picnic. Normally, he would be chatting your ear off while you ate, but James was quiet as he stared at the bento you made. He had no appetite.
"You okay?" you asked.
He only shrugged.
You chalked it up to hormones and started without him.
You were never much of a talker, at least not with James, so only the sound of your chewing and the chirping of birds filled the air while he watched you eat.
After a while, he finally broke his silence.
"Who was he?"
You paused, mouth open, the tip of your onigiri stilled between your teeth.
James, wearing an eerily calm smile, continued, "Yesterday, I saw you laughing with another nurse. Who was he?"
"You just answered your own question."
"You told me that you don’t have friends—"
"—I never said that—"
"—well, you described the people at the hospital as 'strictly co-workers.'"
"That’s true, but that doesn’t automatically mean I have no friends!"
"Do you have friends? Outside of work, I mean."
"..."
"Thought so." James picked a cherry tomato from his lunchbox and started turning it over like he was appraising a gemstone. "That’s why I’m asking who that guy was. You two seemed awfully close."
James recalled your beaming, and how needlessly close the other nurse was standing. You’ve always been the touchy type, sometimes you’d pinch or poke James out of habit but when you realized what you were doing, you would pull back like you touched something dirty. But when you brushed that man’s arm, it was deliberate. Playful.
Enticing.
"By the way, James, you should stop coming over unless it’s a real emergency."
You never tired of telling him to stop dropping by without a good reason. "It’s inappropriate." "Go do your homework at home." "Shouldn’t you be with your friends?"
But every single time he showed up at your doorstep, bruised and cut, you never turned him away. You both knew that at some point, your requests became just another habit. You weren’t an idiot. You must have figured out that his injuries—superficial, visible at a glance and never needing the ER—were self-induced. If you did, you were yet to bring it up.
Thorny as you can be, you were also soft-hearted.
"James."
He put down the tomato. "Yes, noona?"
"I mean it, you need to stop showing up at my house. I went to the grocery store and guess what? I overheard my neighbors—they’re convinced that I’m having an affair with a highschooler."
"I’m legally an adult though."
"Stop."
"And it’s not like we do anything special. You’re too much of a prude."
You rubbed your temples.
"You never cared about gossip before, noona. What changed?"
"Just—" you took a deep breath before meeting his eyes "—I don't mind eating with you at the hospital. The patients love you so that's fine. But promise me you’ll stop visiting my house."
Your expression was pleading.
Even when you were kind to him you were guarded; this was the first time he saw you desperate.
His heart pounded with both excitement and hurt.
"Okay," he relented. "If that’s what you want."
You finally smiled and it was like a weight off his chest.
"Thank you, James."
"Don’t sweat it, noona. I promise I’ll stop showing up at your front door—unless it's an emergency."
"You better not break your promise, brat." You transferred the remaining tomato from your bento into his own. "Hurry up and eat already. Were you sucking on lollipops again? I told you it would ruin your appetite."
"I won’t." He picked up the tomato and popped it into his mouth.
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As a single woman living alone, you were properly paranoid. When you moved in, you replaced the hinges on the front door and installed four different locks. You even reinforced the windows with iron grates.
If only you did the same for the second floor bathroom. Granted, with the way this house was designed and positioned, it wasn't easy for intruders to climb up the wall or even peek in. Maybe you thought it would be a waste of resources.
No matter. James would be right here if any thief or pervert decided to break in. He would take care of them before they disturbed your rest.
Leaving the window open, he walked gave the bathroom a once-over. The hangers were bare and your basket was empty. "Oh, yeah. I forgot—" He tucked his hands in the kangaroo pocket of his sweatshirt as he stepped into the hallway "—today's laundry day."
He crept his way towards your bedroom. He pulled out the duplicate key he made and unlocked the door.
Everything in this old house creaked, especially the doors, but for all your paranoia, you were a deep sleeper.
"Oh?"
James had to do a double take when entered.
The oversized t-shirt you wore during laundry day was hiked up to your collarbone, your breasts and belly in full display as they moved in tandem with your snores. Bunched up around your left ankle was your panties.
James walked closer. "That's weird." You were a creature of habit—also a bit of a neat freak—so you always cleaned up before going to sleep.
"Was today extra tiring, noona?" he asked, combing back the stray hairs that stuck to your face.
He then lowered his mouth on your forehead, still wet with sweat.
"Nn…"
He moved down and buried his nose in your neck. James took a deep breath, inhaling your scent before pulling back. "I was hoping to watch, but it can't be helped." You masturbated almost every night. You were always careful, closing your doors and drawing the curtains, but as James discovered, you didn't lock or check your closet, which made it the perfect hiding place.
He can still remember the first time he watched you. It was an accident—a happy coincidence.
It was also the first time he broke into your house.
The reserved professional who protected her patients without fail, the grouchy woman who used to look at him with annoyance, the kind but distant noona who cleaned his wounds while scolding him—suddenly, you were open and vulnerable, crying and moaning and panting as you chased your high—and it thrilled him. Just seeing your face when you finally achieved ecstasy was enough for him—he didn't even realized he came with you.
"But still, you're so unfair," he grumbled, crawling between your legs. "You had your fun, so let me have this, yeah?"
Slowly, he pressed the tip of his nose into your womanhood.
James grunted. No used panties could compare to the real thing.
He wondered what would happen if he had a taste right here, right now. Would you wake up to his tongue? Would you scream and kick him out? Would you freeze from shock?
Or would you surrender to pleasure and shove his face closer?
James shut his eyes. You smelled like sin, tempting and inviting. What did you actually taste like?
He took one last deep breath before finally sitting up. He fished inside his pocket for a lollipop. He wanted your first time together to be special, so for now, he had to settle for the next best thing.
He brushed it against your lips.
Smiling, James bent down and kissed the candy as it laid on your pretty mouth.
He sighed and then pulled back again.
He palmed your thigh with his free hand as he pressed the head of the lollipop inside your cunt—tenderly, like a virgin leaning in for their first kiss.
Your legs shivered.
He pushed the candy upward, tugging the hood of your swollen clit.
Your hips buckled slightly and James snickered. "Okay, I'm sorry. I'll stop now." He retrieved the candy, a thin, sticky string of your fluid stretched with it.
He grinned and stuck the lollipop between his teeth, sucking the string like it was ambrosia.
All that sugar overpowered your taste, but for now, he can live with this.
"Nn…" You let go of your vibrator and wrapped your arms around yourself.
James suddenly felt guilty. He didn't realize how cold it's gotten.
"You must be freezing."
He pulled your shirt down, the hem falling above your thighs, and unhooked the panties from your ankle. He then covered you with the duvet. As for the vibrator, he cleaned it with soap and water and left it to dry on your vanity. James was unafraid of you getting suspicious. He had long figured out that you were prone to memory issues. You would wake up tomorrow and think that you "forgot" that you did all this, just like how you will think that you went to bed in just a t-shirt.
"Sweet dreams, noona." He shut the door and locked it from the outside.
"Now then…" He squeezed your crumpled panties inside his pocket like a stress ball. "When should I tell her that bastard's already married?"
"Heh," Diego chuckled at the memory. He was currently reviewing his schedule for the month with his boss.
Charles Choi cocked an eyebrow. "What?"
"Nothing. I just remembered the folly of my youth."
Charles' bodyguard, Goo Kim, rubbed his arms viciously. "Ugh. Stop talking—better yet, stop smiling, it's giving me the creeps."
DG ignored him and reached into his pocket.
As James Lee, he was young and impulsive. He didn't tell you about that adulterer because how else was he, as a concerned third party, would report the affair to the wife? He didn't like seeing that woman storm into the ER and slapping you in front of everyone, but he was hoping it would ruin your reputation just enough for you to break down and fall into his arms.
Sure, you were never buddy buddy with fellow staff, but you maintained a healthy amount of respect for each other. The affair blew up, affecting not just your relationship with your colleagues but also your patients and neighbors—it was, after all, a small town. You went from loner to a pariah. James plan was to isolate you completely, and it did work, but he miscalculated your reaction.
Instead of breaking down, you packed up and moved to Mexico. In a way, he was the one who drove you into Gitae Kim's arms.
DG squeezed your panties, fresh off the hanger.[1]
You needed to know that he was just a cartel thug. DG knew that Gun and Goo haven't disclosed the true nature of their jobs, because how can someone as sweet as you tolerate what they actually do?
"Seriously," Goo said, irritated, "what the hell are you thinking about that's so funny?"
"Do you think a bunny can live happily in a cage?"
"What?"
"I think she can, as long as she doesn't know she's inside one."
"???"
[1] I'll leave it up to you whether you want this to be the same panties from your past, which he has kept and maintained after all these years, or if it's a random pair he swiped from your balcony/laundry room when he visited you recently LOL
a/n: I miss pink haired!DG--AND RED HAIR BRO. HE'S SUCH A LITTLE PSYCHO. 😩
Rating: 18+, fluff (maybe a little angst?) to smut
Comments: idol!Seungmin and female reader. Longtime friend of SKZ and Seungmin find their footing after some confusion the night before. This could potentially have a third part, if people seem to want it. It is a continuation of Part I.
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“Truth or dare!?”
After hearing his last truth question, you feel like you have no choice. “Dare, I guess.”
The delight is plain on Felix's face. Maybe you made a mistake. “I dare you to go down to the store and get everyone ice cream!”
Your sigh of relief harmonizes with Minho’s sigh of disappointment. “Yongbokkie, you need to find a happier medium between your truths and your dares. Plus, she shouldn’t go alone.”
“I don’t mind –”
“Seungminnie Hyung should go with her!” You hope the look on your face is attributed to annoyance at Jeongin’s interruption rather than frustration at his meddling. He shrugs. “He’s had the least to drink.”
Seungmin agrees before you can object. I guess it’s time to talk. But first… “Okay Innie, truth or dare?”
His girlfriend looks on a touch worriedly as he chooses dare. “Great. I dare you to take a shot of whatever condiments Minho wants to throw in a glass.” His face goes a little green while the others laugh and offer their condolences.
You don’t stick around for the aftermath of your punishment, heading to take care of your own dare. As you’re putting your shoes on, a hoodie drops onto you.
“You know you really don’t have to come with me, Minnie.” You pull his hoodie over your head, savoring the smell of him as it envelops you, and turn to face him.
“I know, but I’ve been waiting for the chance to talk to you.”
You consider playing dumb to try to put the conversation off, but you just nod when you see the serious look on his face. “Let’s go then.”
You walk for a few minutes before either of you say anything.
“About last ni–”
“Noona, I–”
The tension breaks with your laughter. This is Seungmin. Regardless of your confusion over your feelings, you’ve always been able to talk to him. This shouldn’t be any different. You’ve been acting silly.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, no, you’re fine. Go ahead, Minnie.”
He sighs and looks a little like he wishes he’d pushed for you to speak first. “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable this morning. I didn’t really think through what I was doing; I didn’t mean to cross a line. I don’t want you to feel like you need to avoid me.”
Despite the darkness of the night, you can tell his ears are red. He’s not looking at you anymore, instead looking down at his feet like a puppy who just got scolded. You take one of his hands in yours before you answer. “You have nothing to apologize for, Seungmin. Did I really seem like I was avoiding you?”
You know you’d been putting off talking to him, but you hadn’t realized that it was so noticeable.
“Kind of?” He steals a glance at you, cheeks puffed out as he considers his next words. “I thought you might stay at our dorm today when the others left or come to my room when you got back. I guess I didn’t ask you to come to me, though, and I’m realizing now that it might’ve looked like I was avoiding you, staying in my room like that.”
“I didn’t think you were avoiding me.” When you get to the store, you have an unspoken agreement to continue this when you return outside. You grab a variety of ice creams and see that Chan texted asking that you bring back the least spicy ramen you can find for a dare. Menace that he is, Seungmin of course grabs the spiciest option, and you text back a smiley and a thumbs up. You can’t help but laugh at Chan’s inevitable demise. When you leave the shop, the mood sombers again, but you’re still close. Seungmin insists on carrying the bags, so you link your arm around one of his.
“Can I ask why you kissed me this morning?” You’re being a little bit of a coward, still making him carry the burden of the conversation, but you understand where he’s at even less than yourself.
You’re pretty sure he walks for a full minute, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes straight ahead. “Well, it was a combination of things. I’ve always felt like we really connected. Both when we hang out together and when we talk while we’re on the road. I think it’s always been a bit different with you than our other friends. Lately, you’ve been on my mind a lot, but I didn’t want to talk about it and mess up our friendship. I really do value your friendship, and I know the rest of the guys do, too.” He glances at you then, maybe trying to read your expression, gauge your reaction to what he’s saying. You find you’re not all that surprised to hear it. Of them members, he has always been one you felt you could resonate with most. You know how caring and kind, how loving he is with the members, and you’ve seen how his treatment of you is nearly the same. You do have a tendency to gravitate toward each other. God, have I been this dense?
“Anyway, when you kissed me during the game, I got it in my head that maybe you were starting to think of me that way, too. And we never kiss goodnight on the lips like that, though I know we were drunk. And…” He shifts both bags into one hand so he can run his fingers through his hair. He’s clearly flustered.
“And, Min?”
He says it with a rushed sigh before looking away. “And you felt so good in my arms, and you looked so beautiful; I had to ask.” He comes to a stop, turning to face you. You look up into his eyes, nearly getting lost in their depths. He looks beautiful. “And you said yes.”
You trace his features with your eyes, resisting the urge to run your fingers over those lovely lips, along his strong jaw. Now it’s your turn to be brave. “I did. And it was a wonderful kiss, Min. I can’t say that I’m exactly where you are –”
He starts to look away, his face falling a little bit, so you do reach up to touch him now. Your hand rests against his cheek, turning his head so that he’s facing you again, though he keeps his gaze downcast. Sad puppy vibes abound. “But. I do think I’m starting to catch up.”
His eyes flash up to yours, and you can see his hope. You know you should say more, but for now, you’d rather show him how you’re feeling. You tilt your face up while your hand slides back to wrap around the nape of his neck, drawing his lips to yours. It’s short and sweet. His lips are soft as flower petals; he’s much more reserved than he was this morning. It’s for the best, though. The ice cream will start to melt if you don’t get back soon, plus anyone could see you out here.
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The rest of the walk has a different brand of silence, the comfortable, companionable kind of quiet shared between people who are just happy to be in each others’ company.
Reentering the dorm is a little like walking into a riot. Naturally there’s plenty of yelling. Someone (with a death wish, clearly) has strewn as many of Minho’s cat clothes as they could find around the living room. Chan is laughing so hard that he’s crying with Jeongin actively trying to smother Jisung with a pillow on the floor in front of him. It’s perfect.
“Ice cream!” Minho yells when he sees the bags in Seungmin’s hands. He grabs one bag, digging through for his favorite before tossing it to Chan. As he reaches in, he pulls out the ramen with a look of utter betrayal on his face.
“I asked you to get the least spicy one! Do you want me to die?”
With a laugh, you immediately throw Seungmin under the bus. “I’m sorry, honey. Seungmin told me that one would be best.”
Hand to his chest, fake outrage on his face, Seungmin feigns innocence. “You told me that was for Changbinnie Hyung; I never would’ve gotten that for Channie Hyung.” He stage-whispers to Chan, “watch out for that one, she doesn’t have your best interests at heart, Hyung.”
You venture into the chaos, passing out ice cream, hearing about the shenanigans you missed while you were gone. When you make your way to a less murderous Jeongin and a barely breathing Jisung, you give the latter a little kick. “You guys can quit meddling; we’re figuring things out.
Jisung beams up at you while Jeongin deadpans, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Whatever you say, Innie.” You plant a kiss on his cheek, bringing out his dimples.
The rest of the night ends up being a lot calmer than the one before. The group opts to watch a movie rather than getting the games going again. One turns into two, and everyone snuggles up together. When the second movie ends, the others start figuring out sleeping arrangements and who all will be heading back home to their own beds. Seungmin takes your hand, leading you back to his room. The t-shirt you wore to bed the night before is slung over his desk chair.
He eyes the shirt. “Are you gonna stay over again tonight?”
You nod, grabbing the shirt as he leaves the room. You’re entering new territory here. It makes you nervous. You consider leaving your clothes on but ultimately decide it would be more awkward to act differently than normal. You’re sitting cross legged on his bed, chewing on your lip when Seungmin comes back in, gently closing and locking the door behind him.
He approaches with a small smile, giving you a peek at the braces he too often tries to hide. You expect him to sit beside you, talk about what you guys are to each other, what you’re becoming. What actually happens is much better.
His big hands are on either side of your face, lips crashing to yours before he even gets all the way onto the bed. Your tongues clash; he’s kissing you like a thirsty man drinks water, taking as much as he can get. As your arms wrap around his neck, his hands move down to your thighs; he lifts you with surprising strength, sliding underneath you so that you’re straddling him. In your state of undress, his hands easily slide up under your shirt. One stays near your hip, rubbing his thumb over the top of your panties. The other continues up, giving your breast a squeeze before pinching your quickly stiffening nipple between two fingers.
You gasp into his mouth, excited by his touch and surprised at his ferocity. Your hands swiftly reach down, gripping the hem of his shirt and drawing it up. He breaks the kiss to drop it to the floor and pull yours up and off to join it. Immediately, his mouth locks onto your breast, licking and sucking, while his hand moves to tease at your other nipple. You arch into his touch with a soft moan, one hand in his hair while the other sneaks between your bodies to grasp his cock. It is an impressive length and its girth makes you salivate as you imagine the way he’ll be filling you soon.
It’s his turn to groan as you start to pump him through his shorts. He drags your mouth back to his and allows you to push him down onto his back. He kneads his fingers into your ass as you grind against him. Even with the remaining layers between you, it feels amazing. Seungmin clearly agrees. “Fuck.”
You smile into his mouth, pleased to hear how you’re affecting him. You start kissing along his jaw, licking and nibbling at his neck, drawing a sharp exhale out of him. With that, his hand appears between your legs, another soft groan escapes his lips when he makes contact with your drenched panties, realizing just how hot he’s made you. The rough circle of his fingers almost makes you want to forget what you had in mind.
“Noona, I –”
You silence him with a kiss. “Just relax, Minnie. Let me take care of you.” You kiss your way down his body. You’ve seen him shirtless before, but you never imagined you’d have the chance to be this intimate with him. He’s thin, but you can feel how strong he is with each kiss and caress. You stop to nip at his hip, and glance back up to see him smiling down are you, lower lip pulled between his teeth. You tuck your hands into the waistband of his shorts, pausing for just a second before pulling them off along with his boxers, tossing them to join the rest of your clothes on the ground.
As you settle yourself between his legs, you lick your lips and run your fingertips lightly along his cock. He’s so big. You aren’t sure that you’ll be able to take all of him, but you can’t wait to try.
Seungmin props himself up on his elbows so he can watch you more easily. He looks almost mesmerized as you drag your tongue from base to tip, eyes locked on his. You wrap your lips around his head and suck hard. A strangled whimper comes from the head of the bed as Seungmin tips his head back, exposing his lovely long neck; you wish you could leave dark marks all over it.
You take it slow, one hand wrapped around his base while you lick, kiss, and suck along the rest. You gradually take more and more of him down your throat, his melodic moans combatting your discomfort at his size. You can tell he’s doing his best to stay still, to let you do your work, but as you try to take him a little further, his hips jerk up with a “fuck.” You gag, tears springing to your eyes, and pull off for a second to catch your breath.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he sits halfway up, reaching to cup your cheek and brushing away a tear with his thumb. “It just feels so good.”
You like hearing him call you ‘baby.’ You just smile at him, then lazily drag the flat of your tongue over his tip to collect the precum leaking out. “I’m fine, Minnie. Don’t worry.”
Before you can get back to your work, he pulls your face up to his for a kiss. “As much as I like this, I was hoping we could switch things up.”
His smile is so relaxed and beautiful. You nod, and he reaches over to dig in his nightstand. “Shit. I’m going to kill Jeongin.”
He flops back over onto his back with a sigh, and you can’t help laughing.
“It’s not funny, Noona,” but he’s chuckling, too. “Things were going so well.”
“They’re still going well, Min.” You lay down at his side and give him a few kisses. “We don’t have to go any further. But if you feel comfortable, I do have an IUD. So as long as we’re both clean, there’s not much to worry about. Granted, I should’ve checked that before I put your dick in my mouth.”
You’re both laughing again. “Don’t worry, Noona; I’m good. I haven’t been with anyone since the last time I got tested. I would never do anything that could harm you.”
And you know it’s true.
“Well then,” you move to straddle him again. You’re still aching for him, the brief interruption doing nothing to slow you down. As you grind your hips, you know he feels the same. As much as you want to take the next step, you loathe to stop. He feels so good. “I guess we’re good to go.”
Before you can do anything else, Seungmin moves suddenly, flipping you so that you’re underneath him. Once again, his speed surprises you as he peels your panties off your body and settles between your thighs.
He sits back on his heels, his mouth is quirked up on one side. “Almost good to go.”
You pull a face. “Kim Seungmin, it’s rude of you to make me wait for your cock.”
His smile widens as he leans down to kiss you. But instead of giving you what you want, he shimmies down your body until you’re gifted with the beautiful view of Seungmin’s head between your thighs. You almost want to complain, impatient to have him inside you, but the feeling of his breath ghosting over you paired with that of his hands caressing your hips while he stares up at you with those boba eyes amps up your anticipation. “I got ahead of myself; I need to do something first.”
He teases you at first, kissing the insides of your thighs, your outer lips – his mouth everywhere but where you want it. Where you need it. You slide your hands into his hair, pulling lightly to try to redirect him, and whisper, “Seungmin, please.”
“Patience, Noona.” The smile he flashes at you reminds you that he’s one of the group’s biggest menaces. Luckily, he heeds your plea anyway, and your mind goes blank the second his tongue touches you. He mimics the way you started with him, a nice, slow lick, then swirling his tongue around your clit for a moment before blowing on it gently. You clench and moan at the sensation.
He works you slowly, teasingly, switching up his technique every time your legs start to tremble. It’s so good and terrible all at once; you don’t know how much more you can take. When he suddenly starts sucking and flicking his tongue up and down, you feel you might implode. If you weren’t so turned on, you might be embarrassed by the whine in your voice.
“Minnie…”
He pulls away and sits up with a grin, almost simultaneously sliding two long fingers into you. His thumb begins circling your clit as they curl inside you. You let out a small whimper.
He shifts so that he’s kneeling with one hand posted at your side as he pulls his fingers out to stroke himself. You’re disappointed to be left empty, but love watching him spread your wetness along his shaft.
Seungmin drags the head of his cock through your folds, tapping your clit with his clit a few times before moving to fill the loss of his fingers. When he starts to slide in, you can’t help the moan that leaves your lips. He smiles even wider as he lowers himself down, now braced on his elbows as he slowly buries himself into you. “Tell me how you’re feeling, Noona.”
“Oh, Minnie,” you all but gasp, wrapping your arms and legs around him. Your nails dig into his back as he starts slowly rocking his hips. He fills you so well, hitting just the right spot. “You feel so, oh, so good, Seungmin. God. You’re, uh ah, perfect.”
Whether it’s your words or the squeeze of your body around him, Seungmin can’t go slow anymore. He picks up the pace, and you try to meet him thrust for thrust. He sits back and slides his hands under your knees to fold you so that your knees are at your chest. In this position, you’re unable to kiss him, though it had been getting hard to focus on kissing anyway. Instead you watch the concentration and pleasure on his face as he begins slamming into you; it’s a symphony of skin on skin, heavy breathing, gasps, and moans.
You start to near your peak, and he must be able to tell. He sits up more, and his hands slide up your thighs to bring your calves up over his shoulders . It’s almost too much for you. You can’t do much more than clutch at the sheets. He pounds into you, his fingers digging hard into your hips. You might end up with bruises. Good as it feels, you need more to put you over the edge.
“Min… I need…”
He knows. He sticks his thumb in his mouth for a moment before applying delicious pressure to your clit. The friction created with his thrusts has your eyes watering. Your breath is coming out in gasps and moans as you try to say his name. You grab the hand that’s still on your hip.
“Baby, I’m gonna come,” he pants.
You can feel the surge in him as he tries to stave it off. It tips you over the edge. Your body is on fire as you convulse around him. Seungmin soon follows you, allowing your legs to fall back down around his hips, he grinds into you. His other hand finds yours, fingers interlocked above your head, and his forehead rests on yours as you ride out your pleasure.
When the tremors pass, he plants a soft his on your lips before slumping down with his face in the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him, relishing the feel of his weight on your body. You lay like that for what feels like forever, breathing each other in as he grows soft inside you. Finally, he sits up and pulls out, grabbing the package of wet wipes from his nightstand for a quick clean up. Then, like the night before, Seungmin lays down, pulling you against him – this time on his back, your head resting on his chest. You fall asleep easily with his arms around you, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
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You wake when you feel Seungmin getting out of bed and pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Minnie?” You murmur, trying to reach out and touch him before he moves too far away. He takes your hand and brings it to his lips.
“I’ll be right back; I just want to start the coffee.”
You let your eyes close again and stretch as he heads to the door. You hear a huffed laugh and open your eyes to see him walking back to you with something in his hands. A basket?
He holds up the note that must’ve been on top. “Minho Hyung thinks he’s funny.”
Your eyes widen, and you sit up as he sets the basket between you. Your cheeks flush as you take in its contents: two bottles of cold brew, two bottles of gatorade, a handful of granola bars and a couple bananas, a package of wet wipes, a bottle of lube, a sleeve of condoms, and –
“What is this?” You unfold a pamphlet of some sort. It shows a few stick figures doing a variety of stretches to ‘help avoid thigh burn out,’ all with Minho’s signature wrinkly-faced Jureumi. “Do I even want to know what the note says?”
You’re sure your face is as red as Seungmin’s as he reads it aloud:
Darling Puppy,
Did you forget you live in a dorm with other people? As proud as I am to know that you’re a competent lover, I think I speak for us all when I say there’s no need to provide further evidence. Here you’ll find a few goodies to aid you in your adventure – remember, it’s important to not only have enough sustenance to maintain your stamina but also to do your best to avoid cramping. Also, keep in mind that not everyone wakes as early as you, so any morning activities should be kept to a minimum volume. In a pinch, biting a pillow can stifle a good number of… interjections.
Don’t make me hurt you,
Your Favorite Hyung
P.S. Happy for you, Noona. You’re welcome to stay over any time so long as you keep your dog on a leash.
You’re pretty embarrassed, but luckily you’ve witnessed plenty of embarrassing moments when hanging with the guys. You can’t believe you’d both forgotten to try to keep things quiet. Still, this isn’t even going to be the most awkward sex story from this dorm. Felix will forever hold that crown. And when you’re laughing with Seungmin about it, seeing the unabashed joy on his face, you know you’d do it again, if given the chance.
Seungmin leaves you to shower, saying he’ll go out to get a true breakfast. Typically he doesn’t like to eat in his room, but when he gets back he lays the food between you on the bed then pulls something out of the other bag he brought in. A couple sets of ear plugs. He’s grinning as he brings out a bag of small bows to stick on top. “Think this is a good enough apology gift?”
Lyric stared at the screen, heat licking up her spine like an untamed flame.
Her panties—wrapped around his cock.
Hobi’s grip was tight, his abs flexing with every slow, desperate stroke. His voice—low, ruined—had broken at the very end, her name slipping out like a prayer he couldn’t hold back.
Her thighs pressed together, a wicked smirk curling on her lips.
She was driving him crazy.
Good.
She dragged her fingers over her phone, the rush of control settling deep in her bones. The three dots appeared instantly, and she could feel his impatience.
Hobi: Lyric. Please.
She exhaled through her nose, biting her lip as she typed.
Lyric: Please what, baby?
His response was instant.
Hobi: Send me something. Anything. I need you.
Her stomach tightened at the need in his words.
Lyric: So greedy.
Hobi: Yes. I’ll be whatever you want. Just give me something to hold onto.
A shiver ran down her spine. She let the moment stretch, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, knowing it was killing him.
Then—
Hobi: I’ll send a car. Just tell me where.
Her eyes widened.
Lyric: Excuse me?
Hobi: I’ll send a car right now. Come to me.
Her heart pounded, excitement laced with amusement.
Lyric: You’re down bad, huh?
Hobi: Fucking wrecked. I need to taste you. Right now.
Her thighs tensed.
The idea of showing up at his place, letting him pull her inside and ruin her the way she knew he wanted to—it sent a rush of heat straight to her core.
But she wasn’t going to make it that easy.
He had to earn it.
Lyric: Mmm. Tempting. But I think I like watching you suffer. 😈
His reply was instant.
Hobi: Lyric, please.
She laughed, wicked and full of power.
This man—one of the most charismatic, confident men in the world—was desperate for her.
She stretched out on the bed, running her fingers along her bare thigh.
Lyric: I dunno… you already have my panties. Isn’t that enough?
Hobi: NO.
She bit her lip, dragging her free hand lower, teasing herself over the silk slip she hadn’t even bothered to remove.
Lyric: You sound so needy, baby.
Hobi: I AM. I’m losing my fucking mind. I need to hear you.
Her own arousal spiked at his unraveling.
Alright.
She lifted the covers, sliding her hand beneath the waistband of her panties, fingers pressing into slick heat.
She wasn’t even surprised at how wet she was.
Hobi had done this to her.
She switched to video mode, flipping the camera to her front-facing lens. The lighting was dim, shadows stretching across her skin as she adjusted, pressing record.
She let out a slow, breathy sigh, lids heavy with arousal. Her lips parted, fingers pressing just right, dragging out the heat building in her core.
Then, as her body arched under the pleasure—
A soft, wrecked moan.
His name.
“Hobi…”
She hit send.
Seconds passed.
Then—
A call.
Incoming Video Call: Hobi
She smirked.
He was losing it.
She let the call ring twice before answering.
Hobi’s face filled the screen—his hair was a mess, lips slightly parted, his chest still heaving from whatever torture he’d put himself through watching her. His jaw tensed the second he saw her, eyes wild with need.
“Lyric,” he rasped.
She licked her lips, tilting her head. “You called?”
His hand ran through his hair, frustration and lust twisting into something dangerous. “You’re evil.”
She hummed, slipping her fingers into her mouth, tasting herself just to see his reaction.
His groan was low and filthy.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he breathed.
She grinned.
“Good.”
Lyric let her fingers trace the edge of her phone, her lips curling in satisfaction as Hobi’s wrecked voice filled the quiet space of her hotel room.
Thank God Destiny was still up on the rooftop garden, lost in her thoughts, and Lauren had disappeared into her own room the second they got back.
Because the way this man sounded—
Absolutely wrecked.
He was gripping his phone, that much she could tell. His voice was strained, rough like he was barely holding himself together.
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
Lyric smirked, her fingers still lazily teasing herself beneath the covers. God, he sounded hot like this.
“Maybe,” she murmured, drawing out the syllables like slow honey. “Or maybe I just like knowing how bad you want me.”
His breath was ragged on the other end. She could hear him shifting, restless. Probably gripping his thighs to stop himself from stroking his cock again.
“You have no idea.”
The deep timbre of his voice sent heat rushing straight between her legs.
“Then tell me.”
A sharp exhale. A curse under his breath. She could almost see him—body tight with tension, his jaw clenched, his hands flexing, ready to snap.
“You think this is funny, huh?” His voice was dark now. Different. Something low and dangerous slithered through it.
Lyric stilled.
That was… new.
The teasing lilt in her voice flickered slightly, but she recovered fast. “A little.”
Summary: Jungkook comes off stage to find he’s in need of some help with a certain something in his pants.
Note: Just felt a little inspired by Jungkook’s bulge in the Black Swan performance so I wrote this instead of doing my uni assignments as I should have been! I know this concept has probably been done a hundred times but whatever. I’m practicing on my writing so any feedback is welcome!
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As the boys came into the dressing room one by one after performing Black Swan, you waited patiently for Jungkook so you could help him change into his next stage outfit. The only problem was he was nowhere to be seen.
“I thought he was right behind me” Jimin shrugged when you asked him. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon, maybe just got caught up with something”.
You waited around 10 minutes before starting to worry and went to look for him. He wasn’t in the toilet and wasn’t anywhere on set - no one had seen him.
You stopped as you were walking past the unused dressing rooms - you were sure you’d heard a moan come from behind one of the doors. You cautiously opened one to find a startled jungkook sitting on the sofa, hastily closing the zipper on his trousers.
“Oh noona!” He mumbled somewhat sheepishly.
“Jungkook? What are you - oh...” you stopped as you looked down to see the very obvious bulge he was failing to cover up with his hands right now.
You hid a smile as you questioned him. “Aaw Kookie, do you have a little problem down there? Or should I say a big problem?” You stifled a laugh as you recalled the generous clothing size requirements when it came to his crotch area.
“Ah please don’t laugh! It was the clothes, they were rubbing me up when I was dancing and now it won’t go away! I can’t go into our dressing room - if the others see this I’ll never hear the end of it!” Jungkook hid his face in a pillow out of embarrassment.
“Well you need to do something about it fast because I need to get you into your next outfit. Think of something unsexy, like Yoongi’s morning voice” (it was the first thing that came to mind, but totally untrue – Yoongi’s morning voice was incredibly sexy). You were about to leave to give him some privacy but – “Noona, wait…can you help me?” He was looking at you hesitantly with his adorable bambi eyes, sitting up with more confidence as you gazed into them. You couldn’t resist that face… and you had to admit, the thought of getting him off turned you on.
“Ugh… this is a one off, okay? And no one must know – I could lose my job for this. Trousers and underwear off baby boy.” You decided to make the most of this moment and tease him – he hated being called baby boy, you knew as you’d heard his hyungs play around with the nickname to his dismay. “Don’t call me that” he grimaced.
You walked over and straddled his thighs without hesitation – something he was not expecting as he leaned back onto the sofa in surprise, being careful not to touch you inappropriately, all confidence he had a moment ago gone.
“It’s okay Kookie, just relax and enjoy it.” You whispered as you took his hard length into your hand, starting to stroke up and down (god, he really was well endowed). Jungkook whimpered, leaning his head back as you held tighter onto his cock, spreading the precum from his tip along it. You placed your other hand on his shoulder to keep yourself balanced and focused on putting your strength into the hand that was gliding up and down his cock, aiming to get him to cum as quickly as possible. His whimpers started to turn into heavier moans, the veins in his neck standing out as he whined under you. The sounds he was making right now were absolutely delicious, you were getting hotter just watching him - and when he moaned “noona” breathily, you felt wetness pool into your underwear. Jungkook coming undone beneath you by your hand was without a doubt insanely hot - your mind ran through the possibilities of having him under your control like this more often.
“Come on Kookie, cum for me” you said in a low voice, deeply affected by his moans and gasps. You quickened your pace on his hardness as he writhed under you, placing his hands on your thighs.
“Ah – uh – noona, I’m gonna…” he started to say, seconds after you had already realised he couldn’t cum on either of your clothes or the sofa. Fuck it, you thought as you got on your knees in front of him and took his cock into your mouth. You didn’t have to do much, he started to spurt into your mouth after you deepthroated him twice, your hand still stroking him to squeeze out every last drop of cum onto your tongue before swallowing.
Your legs were shaking slightly as you stood up and fixed your hair, looking at him expectantly. He stared back at you in awe. “Holy shit noona that was so hot, damn” he smirked as he ran a hand through his hair, all confidence in himself apparently returned.
“Get over it baby boy, it can’t ever happen again” you said as he scowled at the nickname. “Hurry up, we’ve wasted enough time in here, you need to go and get changed. The others are probably ready.”
You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him as he stood up and pulled up his underwear and trousers, he noticed as you bit your lip, clenching your thighs together.
“Are you okay noona? Do you need me to help you out there?” he smirked again, looking towards your covered wet core. You pondered … you were already in this deep… there would be no harm in him helping you cum too right? Besides, you were marvelling at how hot he looked right now after having cum because of you. You would be stupid to say no really. Your mind was hazy with lust as you found yourself letting him lay you down on the sofa and pull your skirt up, your panties off, and move his head down between your thighs…
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You finally returned to the dressing room (in a more relaxed state) where the rest of the group were having their make-up done.
“Noona, did you find Jungkook? We were starting to worry” Hobi questioned.
“Yes, I found him, he was talking to the camera director – wanting to have a go with the cameras – typical of him, right?” you rolled your eyes as you told the convincing lie. Hobi laughed and easily took it in. When Jungkook came trailing into the room, you immediately took him away behind the screen to give him his next outfit.
“Noona, what if these trousers have the same effect on me… will you help me out again? This time with your pussy?” he looked at you, eyes gleaming with hope and mischief, then laughing as you punched his arm lightly. He had started to think too much of himself after turning you into a whimpering mess using his mouth and fingers just minutes ago. Maybe you would never hear the end of this from him… but was it really a bad thing…?
[1:11am] It would be like any other day as you walked into the JYP building ready to get some practice in as you would bump into Jisung.
“Noona! W-what are you doing here so early?” He would stutter as he still couldn’t get over his excitement of always bumping into you.
A smile would grace your lips as he swore his heart stopped for a second. “I’m here to practice, silly! What else would I be here for?” You giggled as he blushed, forgetting that you too had a comeback as Stray Kids did the next week.
Right as he was about to open his mouth, Jackson had come out of a practice room and saw you. “Yo, (Y/n)! Where have you been? Get in here already or we’ll definitely be behind schedule!” He had yelled at you from across the hallway.
Jisung looked at you with confusion as you looked back at him after waving Jackson off in a way to tell him to wait a bit more.
“Sorry, Ji, I gotta go. Maybe after my duet practice with Jackson, we could go eat somewhere? My treat!” You hugged him goodbye as you made your way to the practice room where Jackson was, the door closing behind you.
What you didn’t see was the upset and sad look Jisung made as he forgot that you and Jackson had made a sensual song not too long ago and feared he would lose you to him as he was older than him.
you just laid flat on your bed, sprawled like a starfish. you made a heavy sigh as you eye the ceiling.
"well that's a big sigh. what's the problem?" , jeongin, your little brother, said as he did his project.
"have you ever wondered how did mom and dad's teenage love life went by? like, do they also do what teenagers in love nowadays do?"
"i don't know. i wasn't alive during the 90s."
"do you think me and changbin's relationship would work out?"
"hmmm, just know that in a relationship, it won't function well if only one is making it work. he's my friend, i know he'll make things work out and i know you more, you won't play with love."
