synopsis ; in which the boys react to your biting them during the devils tango.
pairing(s) ; xikers hyung line x f!reader (individual)
☆ ── wc. ; 1.8k (~350-400 ea.)
☆ ── genre ; smut, headcanons, idol!members, idol!reader (hyunwoo)
☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, biting/marking (obvi.), petnames (babygirl, princess, baby, angel...), unprotected sex, dom!minjae x sub!reader, rough sex, public sex (minjae & hyunwoo), overstimulation, manhandling, jealousy, dom!junmin x sub!reader, established relationships (minjae, junmin, sumin & jinsik), situationship!hyunwoo, hair pulling, teasing, slight power play, cockwarming (sumin), dom!sumin x sub!reader, licking, sub!jinsik x dom!reader, slight breath play (hyunwoo), mean dom!hyunwoo x brat sub!reader, small mention of blood, choking, lmk if I missed anything!!
☆ ── notes ; oh boy y'all don't understand how much fun I had writing these hehehe... as someone who is into biting/marking so fucking much this was an amazing ask, thank you so much nonnie for requesting it!! I'll be posting the maknae line tomorrow around the same time ^^
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민재 ── MINJAE
It was well into the night, and Minjae was still stuck in the studio working on some of his projects. You, being the oh-so-sweet girlfriend you were, decided to go keep him company. However, you weren't aware of just how much your boyfriend was frustrated with his work. When you walked in, you tried to get him to take a break so he could eat, but he brushed you off; however, you insisted. Minjae groaned, taking his headphones off to look at you, his annoyance through the roof. He didn't want to be mean, especially to you, but your antics—good albit—were irking his nerves.
This ultimately resulted in you being bent over his desk, your cute little skirt bunched over your hips, your underwear thrown off to the side, and Minjae's cock buried deep in your walls. Now, you were never one to be quiet when you two had sex, and Minjae knew this, which is why he had his hand covering your mouth, muffling your moans and cries of his name. When your climax washed over you, his hand slipped down a bit as he groaned, still fucking into your fluttering walls. The sensitivity of it all was too much, and you needed something to ground yourself; however, that something just so happened to be your boyfriend's hand. One hand grabbed his wrist as you bit down on the space between his thumb and index finger, while the other clutched the desk for support.
Minjae let out a low curse at the sudden sensation of your teeth sinking into his skin, his hips faltering as he neared his own high. Gritting his teeth, he tightened his grip on your jaw as you released your teeth, pulling your body up so your back was flush with his chest.
"Oh, so we're biting now, babygirl?" He growled in your ear, eliciting a loud whine from your kiss-swollen lips. His pace grew nearly feral, easily leaving you a panting and breathless mess in his arms, "since you wanna be so naughty, then why don't we let everyone know, hmm?"
준민 — JUNMIN
When Junmin got back to the dorms, all he wanted to do was get in the shower, then go to bed, work having drained him. However, he hadn't expected to see you sitting on the living room couch, snacking on some chips with Sumin. Having seen you, it was like he gained a whole new burst of energy, and seeing you with Sumin seemed to flip a switch. Now, he wasn't one who openly got jealous, but seeing you with his bandmate and not even telling him you were there… oh yeah, he was peeved.
You barely had time to tell Sumin goodbye before Junmin was walking over and grabbing your wrist to drag you away. He barely said a word, jaw clenched tightly as he pulled you to his room and kicked the door shut. You tried to talk to him, but he just said he wanted to take a shower, hoping to cool himself, but then you climbed in with him. Then his last string of self-restraint snapped, and he had you pinned to the shower wall, cock driving into your squelching pussy. The sounds of your moans bounced off the walls, tears blurring your vision due to your boyfriend's rough pace, then you heard his bedroom door open, and you became acutely aware of the others in the dorms.
Your nails dug into his shoulder as you tugged him forward, lips latching onto his shoulder before unexpectedly biting down. Junmin groaned, eyes fluttering as his head fell back at the sudden infliction of pain. Then he also heard the others in the bedroom, and his earlier jealousy came back.
He moved his hand that wasn't supporting your body up to your head, tangling his fingers in your hair before tugging you off his shoulder. You let out a pathetic cry of his name as you looked up at him with teary eyes. Annoyance was evident on his features as he leaned down until his lips brushed yours, "Don't stay quiet, princess. Let them hear you. Let them hear how good I fuck you. Let them hear that you're mine."
수민 — SUMIN
You were over at your boyfriend's dorm, hoping to keep him company while all the other boys were out doing their own thing. It was a quiet weekend, and you sat on the edge of Sumin's bed watching him draw at his desk, his glasses falling down his nose every so often. You couldn't help but stare; he always looked like a sin straight out of the bible when he wore those damned glasses. It drove you up the wall and made you ache for him. So when he noticed your stare from the corner of his eye, he smirked, knowing what was going through your head.
"Whatcha starin' at there, princess?" He teased, causing you to roll your eyes, your cheeks flushing red, seeing as you'd been caught. Sumin smirked, turning in his chair to watch as you squirmed on his bed. His gaze alone was enough to get you worked up, but the glasses made it ten times more effective. With a simple 'come', you found yourself perched in his lap, thighs on either side of his hips, and your underwear pushed to the side, and his dick stretching you open. He didn't move and told you not to either while he finished his drawing. You wanted to whine in protest, but the moment a sound slipped from your lips, he gave you a pointed look, and you swallowed those words.
The next thirty minutes were pure torture. You desperately tried to keep still and be good, but Sumin made it hard when he moved his hips or legs. At some point, you figured he was just doing it on purpose, and your brain was starting to fuzz over with need, desperate for release. That's when your teeth latched onto his neck, biting down so hard you nearly broke skin, and his body jerked under yours.
Once the shock wore off, Sumin slowly pushed away from the desk, eyes flickering from the new uneven line to you, your face still buried in his neck. Heat flushed your neck as you realized what you just did as he grabbed the back of your neck to pull your face away from his body, "Don't give me those puppy eyes, princess, you know what you did. And you know you have to be punished for misbehaving, right?"
진식 — JINSIK
It was a relatively chill night, and Jinsik was finally able to have a day off and wanted to spend the night before with you. So both of you were at your apartment, watching some cheesy romance movie. You were curled up into his side while his arms were wrapped around your body, holding you close. It wasn't until the sex scene came on that Jinsik started getting antsy, shifting in his spot every so often.
Now, you weren't oblivious to what was going on, but you loved to tease your poor boyfriend. His cheeks burned red, and you smirked as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, whining about you being mean. However, his hands started to trail the length of your body, and he started begging you to help him, his cock aching. It wasn't long after that all of your clothes were strewn about the floor, your hands pinning Jinsik's next to his head as you rolled your hips against his, relishing in his whimpers as your cunt squeezed around him.
Normally, Jinsik was pretty well behaved when you had sex, but something about tonight had him extra needy. Which in turn means he's trying to get you to do things. His hips bucked up into yours, followed by a choked whine when you put your full weight on him, pinning him down again. You gave him a firm warning as your lips trailed down his neck before finding purchase on his chest. Licking the skin around his nipple, you relished in the sweet sounds of his moans before biting down—hard.
Jinsik cried out, tears spilling from the corner of his eyes and staining the sheets underneath him. The pain mixed with pleasure had his body trembling, your name falling from his lips as he looked at you. You sat back up, rolling your hips against his and watching as his hands gripped at your thighs, begging for release, causing you to giggle, "Ah-ah baby, you're in no position to be making commands."
현우 — HYUNWOO
The only time it seemed like you and Hyunwoo ever got a chance to be alone was in the practice room after all the other employees left for the night. Neither of you could go to the other's dorm without fear of someone questioning you and your relationship. It wasn't like either of you made things exclusive, but it wasn't really a no-strings-attached situation either. You didn't really like it, but every time you'd bring it up to Hyunwoo, he'd just brush you off, and it was starting to get under your skin. Anger was slowly building, threatening to pop, making you snippy towards just about everyone—Hyunwoo included.
Hyunwoo, of course, was quick to catch it while he was trying to help you practice your moves for your next comeback, but you kept giving him attitude when he corrected you. He wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, thinking that you were just tired, but as the night went on and you continued to push his buttons, he was about to snap. It wasn't until you made a comment about getting Junghoon's help instead that he snapped, grabbing your arm roughly and pinning your back against the mirror. Then, even with his cock buried deep in your throbbing cunt you still gave him lip, and he glared at you, placing his hand over your mouth and nose, muffling your snarky remarks and moans.
Your nails dug into his forearm, and you started to feel slightly lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. Balling your other hand into a fist, you hit his chest as he brought you close to your climax, body trembling. Yanking down on his wrist, you managed to pull his hand from your face, allowing you to inhale deeply, then you latched onto the skin of his hand right under his pinky. Your teeth threatened to break skin as Hyunwoo groaned in pain, hips stuttering and grip on the underside of your knee growing tighter.
"I see how it is, angel," He growled, pulling his hand from your mouth, not even bothering to watch as blood pooled from the wound, and wrapping his fingers around your throat. You gasped as he pulled your face closer to his, "Since you're so desperate to tell everyone about us, why not let them hear it?"
• Dominance - Minjae doesn’t ask—he expects. The second you hesitate, his fingers are already tipping your chin up, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip. “You wanted to act tough, right? Keep that same energy.” His voice is low, amused, but there’s no mistaking the way his grip tightens when you try to look away. He leans in, breath hot against your ear. “That’s what I thought.” You can push, tease, test him all you want—he enjoys the chase—but the moment he decides he’s done playing, you’re not getting out of it. “I hope you weren’t expecting mercy.”
• Marking - Minjae doesn’t know the meaning of gentle when it comes to leaving his mark. He drags his teeth over your skin slowly, letting the anticipation sink in before he bites down hard enough to make you gasp. His tongue flicks over the bruise, soothing it for a second before he’s already moving to the next spot. “What? Don’t tell me you can’t handle it.” The next morning, his fingers trace over the fresh marks like he’s admiring a masterpiece, smirking when you wince. “That sore already? Cute.” And if you even think about covering them up? His grip on your wrist tightens as he pulls your collar down. “Don’t. I want people to know who did this to you.”
• Overstimulation - Minjae lives for the moment you start shaking, the way your body twitches every time he doesn’t stop. His touch is slow, teasing, almost too soft—like he’s daring you to beg him for more. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted this.” The way you struggle to handle it only makes him go harder, his lips curling in amusement as you whimper. “Oh, now it’s too much? Funny. You weren’t saying that earlier.” Your body jerks, overstimulated and desperate, but his hands are firm, keeping you exactly where he wants you. “Come on, sweetheart. Give me one more.”
• Whispered Praise/Dirty Talk - Minjae’s voice is pure sin, low and rough, the kind that makes your stomach tighten before he even touches you. “Look at you. So pretty like this.” His lips ghost over your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he drags out his next words. “You love this, don’t you?” If you try to hide your face, he’s already one step ahead, gripping your chin and forcing your gaze back to his. “Don’t get shy now. I want to see every little reaction.” And when you finally break, letting go under him? His tone drops even lower, full of satisfaction. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.”
Junmin
• Rough Manhandling - Junmin doesn’t just touch—he grabs, pulls, pins. He likes feeling your body give under his hands, the way you react when he forces you where he wants you. One second, he’s got his fingers loosely wrapped around your wrist; the next, you’re on your back with your hands pinned above your head. “Thought you could run from me?” His strength is effortless, teasing even, as if he’s barely using half of it. He drags his palm up your thigh, grip firm enough to leave imprints. “You’re so soft. So easy to move. You like that, don’t you?”
• Size Kink - Junmin loves how small you feel beneath him, how he can dwarf you without even trying. The way your fingers struggle to wrap fully around his wrist, the way his hand covers almost the entire side of your waist—it feeds something deep inside him. He catches you staring when he stretches, letting his shirt ride up just to show off. “Like what you see?” But what he loves most is the contrast when he presses against you, tilting your chin up with a lazy smirk. “You’re so tiny. Makes me wanna ruin you.”
• Hair Pulling - Junmin isn’t gentle when it comes to your hair. He threads his fingers through it slowly, almost soothing—before his grip tightens and he yanks your head back. “That’s better. I like seeing your face.” He uses it to control your movements, keeping you exactly where he wants you, making sure you don’t look away. And when he hears the sharp gasp you let out? His smirk only grows. “Sensitive, huh? Maybe I should do it again.”
• Teasing & Degradation - Junmin likes to play with his food. He’s got a sharp tongue, quick-witted and relentless, and he knows exactly how to get under your skin. “Getting worked up already? You’re too easy.” He’ll drag things out, making you beg for what you want, but when you do? He only scoffs, eyes dark with amusement. “Pathetic. You’re lucky I think you’re cute.” But the second you start squirming under him, the way your body responds despite the teasing, his voice drops to a low murmur against your ear. “You talk big, but look at you. You love this.”
Sumin
• Corruption Kink - Sumin lives for the way you fall apart under him, how he can turn you into a mess with just his words and hands. He loves watching you lose control, seeing how quickly your body betrays you. “You were so innocent before me. Look at you now.” His voice is smooth, teasing, but there’s a hunger behind it, like he’s addicted to ruining you. Every time you react, every time you let out the smallest gasp, his smirk deepens. “I knew you’d like this. You just needed someone to show you how good it can feel.”
• Obedience & Control - Sumin wants you to listen—not because he forces you, but because you want to please him. He keeps his tone calm, patient, but there’s no mistaking the command in his voice. “Be good for me.” His fingers trail up your spine, slow and deliberate, his lips brushing over your ear. “Do what I say, and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” And when you hesitate, testing his patience, he only chuckles. “Oh? You wanna be difficult?” His grip tightens, pinning you down effortlessly. “That’s cute. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
• Overstimulation & Edging - Sunmin loves to take his time, keeping you on the edge until you’re shaking, begging, barely able to think. He’ll drag things out mercilessly, teasing you with just enough to drive you insane but never giving you what you need right away. “Look at you. So desperate.” His fingers stroke slow, agonizing patterns over your skin, his expression unreadable. “You can beg a little prettier than that, can’t you?” The second you break, whimpering his name, his eyes darken. “That’s it. Good girl.”
• Praise Kink - Sumin knows exactly how to make you melt with his words—his voice low, almost affectionate, but always with that teasing lilt. “You’re such a good girl for me.” His fingers tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You love hearing that, don’t you?” But the moment you get too lost in it, he pulls back just enough to smirk. “So eager for my praise. You’re adorable.” And when you finally let go, falling apart under him, his voice turns warm again, brushing kisses against your skin. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that.”
Jinsik
• Brat Taming - Jinsik likes a challenge. He’s not the type to let you get away with teasing, eye-rolling, or acting like you’re in control. The moment you push his buttons, his smirk fades, replaced by something darker, more dangerous. “Try that again. See what happens.” He doesn’t mind letting you run your mouth—he actually enjoys it—because he knows exactly how to shut you up. One sharp tug, one hand gripping your jaw as he tilts your head back, and suddenly, you’re not so bold anymore. “That’s more like it. Now, be good for me.”
• Biting & Bruising - Jinsik doesn’t just leave marks—he makes sure you feel them for days. His teeth sink into the softest parts of your skin, his fingers pressing down hard enough to bruise, to claim, to remind you exactly who you belong to. When you whimper, he only bites down harder, letting his tongue flick over the fresh mark. “You’re gonna look so pretty tomorrow. Covered in me.” And if you dare complain about the soreness? His hand ghosts over the bruises, pressing down just enough to make you shiver. “Sensitive? That’s cute. I didn’t even go that hard.”
• Degradation - Jinsik loves to make you blush, squirm, get all shy—and then ruin you with his words. “Aww, now you’re acting innocent? That’s funny.” His voice is smooth, teasing, but there’s something about the way he watches you, like he sees right through you. The moment you hesitate, his fingers tighten around your waist, pulling you closer. “You can pretend all you want, but your body’s telling me everything I need to know.” And when you finally break, needy and desperate? His smirk turns downright sinful. “That’s it. Knew you’d give in eventually.”
• Teasing & Denial - Jinsik enjoys making you suffer just a little. He’ll get you so close, right to the edge, only to pull away at the last second. He loves the way you gasp, the way your body jerks from the loss of contact, the way frustration bleeds into your voice when you whine his name. “Impatient, aren’t you?” His fingers trail slowly, barely touching, watching you squirm beneath him. “If you want it that bad, beg for it.” And when you finally do? He just chuckles, tilting your chin up with one finger. “Good girl. See? That wasn’t so hard.”
Hyunwoo
• Possessiveness & Marking - Hyunwoo doesn’t share. He wants everyone to know you’re his, and he makes sure they do—whether it’s the bruises on your hips, the bite marks along your neck, or the way your voice breaks when you say his name. “Mine.” He growls it against your skin, his grip firm, his teeth sinking in just hard enough to make you gasp. He doesn’t stop until you’re covered in proof of him, until you’re looking at yourself in the mirror the next day and seeing the evidence of how completely he wrecked you.
• Jealousy - Hyunwoo doesn’t get jealous easily, but when he does? You feel it. His touch turns rougher, hungrier, more desperate, like he needs to remind you exactly who you belong to. “You think I didn’t notice the way they were looking at you?” His voice is low, dangerous, but it’s not the words that send a shiver down your spine—it’s the way he’s looking at you. Dark. Starving. Like he’s about to ruin you. “Go ahead. Keep testing me.” The moment you smirk, he’s already got you pressed against the nearest surface, breath hot against your ear. “You’re gonna regret that, baby.”
• Overpowering & Restraints - Hyunwoo doesn’t ask—he takes. The second you try to squirm away, his hands are on you, holding you still, keeping you exactly where he wants you. He loves the way you gasp when you realize you can’t move, how easily he can manhandle you like you weigh nothing. “Where do you think you’re going?” His grip tightens, fingers digging into your wrists as he pins you down, smirking at your struggle. “That’s cute. Like you could ever get away from me.” And when you finally give in, letting him take control? His lips brush over your ear, voice smooth as silk. “That’s better. Just let me take care of you.”
• Corruption & Praise - Hyunwoo loves seeing you fall apart for him, watching you go from shy and hesitant to completely undone. He drinks in every reaction, every shiver, every gasp, like it’s fueling something inside him. “You were so innocent before me.” His fingers trail over your skin, eyes dark with amusement. “Look at you now. Falling apart from just my touch.” And when you whimper, when you arch into him like you can’t get enough? His grip tightens, his lips curling into a smirk. “That’s my good girl. You love this, don’t you?”
Junghoon
• Size Kink & Manhandling - Junghoon loves how small you feel against him. He’s got a solid build, strong hands, and he knows exactly how to use them. He barely needs to try—one arm around your waist, one hand gripping your thigh, and suddenly, you’re exactly where he wants you. “So tiny,” he murmurs, tilting his head as he watches you struggle playfully in his grasp. “What, you thought you had a choice in this?” His smirk is lazy, his grip firm as he presses you against him, holding you there like you weigh nothing. “That’s cute, baby. But we both know I’m stronger.”
• Dirty Talk & Filthy Praise - Junghoon’s mouth is filthy. He’s not just teasing—he’s painting pictures in your head, making sure you can feel every word deep in your bones. “Look at you, falling apart for me.” His voice is low, smug, but there’s heat behind it, like he’s getting off just as much on watching you lose control. “You sound so pretty when you beg.” And the moment you shudder, his fingers tighten around your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “That’s it. Keep making those sweet little noises for me.”
• Power Play - Junghoon toys with you. He doesn’t have to force control—it’s natural, effortless. He’ll sit back, watching you squirm under his gaze, his amusement barely hidden. “You want something, don’t you?” His fingers tap against his thigh, expectant. “Use your words, baby.” And when you hesitate, too stubborn to say it? His smirk grows. “That’s okay. I’ve got all the time in the world. Let’s see how long you last.” He’s **not cruel, but he enjoys the game—**he enjoys making you work for it, making you admit just how badly you need him.
• Sensory Play - Junghoon likes to overwhelm you. He’ll take his time, dragging his fingers over your skin, barely touching, just enough to make you twitch. “So sensitive.” His breath is hot against your ear, his tone dripping with amusement. “I haven’t even done anything yet.” He enjoys the way your body reacts before you even realize what’s happening, the way you gasp when he suddenly switches from barely-there touches to something firmer, rougher. He wants you on edge, never knowing what’s coming next, completely at his mercy.
Seeun
• Size Kink - Seeun’s big, and he loves reminding you. The moment you hesitate, his smirk deepens, eyes dark with amusement. “What’s wrong, baby? Too much for you?” His fingers trail down your stomach, slow, teasing, as if he isn’t about to completely ruin you. “You can take it. You always do.” But when you whimper, nails digging into his arms, struggling to adjust, he only chuckles. “Look at you. Already shaking, and I’m not even all the way in.” He doesn’t wait—he pushes in deeper, savoring the way you gasp, the way your fingers clutch at him like you don’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away. His lips brush against your ear, voice dripping in amusement. “That’s it. Stretch for me.”
• Brat Taming - Seeun doesn’t tolerate attitude—he corrects it. The moment you roll your eyes, talk back, push at his chest like you actually think you can win, his grip tightens. “That’s real cute, princess. You wanna act tough?” He’s already got you pinned before you can think of a response, one hand gripping your wrists above your head, the other trailing down your waist with slow, dangerous intent. “Go ahead. Keep talking. Let’s see how much you can run your mouth when I’m done with you.” But when you smirk, testing him one more time, he only laughs, shaking his head. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that.”
• Degradation - Seeun’s words are sharp, cutting through you in the filthiest way possible. “You’re such a mess for me.” His voice is low, rough, watching you struggle to keep up. “Can’t even handle it, can you?” But the worst part? He’s getting off on it. He loves the way you fall apart, the way your body reacts before you can even think. He grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Pathetic. And yet, you keep begging for more.” His smirk is downright cruel, but his touch is so addicting, so intoxicating, that you can’t even deny it. “That’s what I thought.”
• Overstimulation & Control - Seeun doesn’t just push you past your limit—he enjoys it. The second you start to shake, whimper, beg for a break, he just tilts his head, feigning innocence. “Oh? Now you want me to slow down?” He leans in, lips brushing against your ear. “That’s too bad, baby. You wanted to act like a brat. Now, you can take what I give you.” His grip tightens on your hips, keeping you in place as he drags it out, taking his time, watching you completely unravel. “You look so pretty like this. Too dumb to even talk.”
Yujun
• Daddy Kink - Yujun isn’t just strict—he makes sure you know your place. The second you even think about testing him, he’s already got you in check. “You don’t listen, do you?” His voice is low, controlled, but there’s that edge that tells you he’s not amused. His fingers press under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Say it, baby. Say who you belong to.” He waits, his patience razor-thin. And when you finally whisper it, eyes wide, body already reacting to his dominance? “That’s my girl.” But rewards don’t come easy. “Now earn it.”
• Manhandling - Yujun loves tossing you around like you weigh nothing. The moment you play hard to get, tease him, or even hesitate, his hands are already on you, lifting you with ease, pinning you where he wants. “Cute,” he murmurs, watching the surprise flash across your face. “You really thought you had control here?” His grip is firm, unyielding, as he presses you down, spreading you open with ease. “Let me remind you how this works.”
• Praise and Possession - For all his control, Yujun isn’t just about making you obey—he wants you to know how much he adores you. His voice softens just slightly, fingers trailing reverently down your skin. “Look at you. So perfect. So good for me.” His touch is gentle at first, teasing, before he tightens his grip, pulling you closer. “Mine. Every inch of you.” He doesn’t just claim you—he makes you feel it.
• Overstimulation - Yujun doesn’t stop just because you’re shaking. If anything, it only eggs him on. He watches you struggle to keep up, your body twitching under his control, and he only smirks. “Oh, you’re crying already?” His thumb brushes away the tear at the corner of your eye, but his tone is mocking. “You can handle one more, baby. Just one more.” But you know it’s a lie. He’ll keep going, keep pushing, until you’re completely spent, your voice hoarse from begging. And when you finally break? He just smiles. “That’s what I thought.”
Hunter
• Breath Play - Hunter loves control, and nothing makes him harder than seeing you gasp for breath under his hands. The second you challenge him, push back just a little too much, his fingers are already wrapped around your throat. “What was that?” His voice is calm, controlled, like he’s completely unaffected, but the pressure tightens just enough to make you lightheaded. He watches your lips part, eyes flutter, body go still beneath him, and he smirks. “That’s more like it.”
• Spanking - Hunter doesn’t just spank you to correct you—he does it because he loves how you react. The way your body tenses before impact, the way you whimper, the way your skin warms under his palm. “You keep acting out like this, baby, and I’ll have no choice but to keep punishing you.” He’s slow, calculated, making sure every slap lands perfectly—just enough to sting, just enough to make you tremble. And when you whimper, squirming in his lap? He only chuckles, hand massaging over the sensitive skin. “Oh? You like that, don’t you?”
• Dirty Talk - Hunter’s mouth is his deadliest weapon. He doesn’t just talk you through it—he completely owns you with his words. “Look at you. So needy. So desperate for me.” His voice is low, teasing, dragging every word out just to watch you squirm. “You can’t even help yourself, can you?” But when you try to talk back, try to play coy, he just smirks, shaking his head. “You don’t have to pretend, baby. I know exactly how bad you want it.” His fingers trail between your thighs, slow, barely touching. “Go on. Beg for it.”
• Orgasm Control - Hunter doesn’t let you come easy. The second you’re on the edge, body trembling, gasping his name like it’s the only word you know, he pulls away, making you whimper in frustration. “Not yet.” His voice is firm, unrelenting. He loves the way your hips jerk up, searching for friction, the way your eyes plead with him. “Patience, baby.” And when he finally, finally lets you fall over the edge? His smirk is pure satisfaction. “That’s it. Good girl.”
Yechan
• Edging - Yechan loves to tease you until you’re practically begging for release. He’s slow and deliberate with every touch, pulling you closer to the edge, only to pull away at the last second. His fingers brush over your skin, tracing patterns, just enough to make you tremble with anticipation. “Patience, baby,” he murmurs, smirking as he watches you squirm beneath him. He won’t let you finish until he’s ready, and he enjoys making you struggle to hold back, testing how much you can handle before you lose control.
• Power Play - Yechan’s presence is commanding—the second you try to take control, he asserts his dominance effortlessly. He’ll hold you down, making sure you can’t escape while his hands move with purpose. Whether it’s pinning you against the bed or keeping you completely still with his weight, he owns the moment. “Don’t fight it,” he says, his voice calm but unwavering. He doesn’t need to shout, he just has to make you realize that you’re at his mercy. And when you finally give in, he revels in the feeling of total control.
• Restraint - Yechan loves when you’re completely helpless under him, your hands tied or pinned, unable to move. There’s something about seeing you struggle against your restraints that makes him even more focused. He’ll take his time, letting you writhe beneath him, knowing that you can’t escape. “Just let go,” he says softly, fingers brushing against your sensitive spots, making sure you can’t move, can’t pull away. The lack of control makes every sensation more intense, and he enjoys making you feel utterly trapped in the moment.
• Sensory Deprivation - Yechan knows how to make every touch feel magnified by denying you something else. Whether it’s a blindfold that blocks your sight, or earphones that drown out the sounds, he loves when you’re relying on your other senses. The way his fingers feel against your skin, how your body reacts to every movement because you can’t see or hear everything around you. “Don’t try to guess where I’ll touch next,” he whispers, his hands moving slowly, deliberately, leaving you shivering in anticipation. Without your other senses, you’re left completely at his mercy, and he enjoys making every moment feel like it’s dragging on forever.
Hiii found you lately and i gotta say as a new roady those who write for xikers are rare gems here
Ummm so i didn't have any specific thoughts but i have a thing for jealous men so maybe in your opinion who do you think is mtl jealous type orrrr if you do headcanons how would they act if they feel jealous (nsfw or sfw your choice )orrrr if you feel like doing it for just one member do it for minjae pls 🙂 whichever you feel more comfortable with up to you
xikers jealous hcs
xikers ot10 x reader (they/them pronouns used)
cursing, smut in pretty much every one.. some fluff, jealousy sex in every scenario, recording in sumin’s, edging in sumin’s, dry humping in hyunwoo’s, slight exhibitionism in seeun’s, sub!yechan
a/n: oh anon i feel u so much!!! there’s something about them getting all possessive like its soooo 🤭🤭 i tried to do scenarios for each as well i hope this doesnt disappoint!! i did a lil bit of both for u as well for some fun :3
mtl:
minjae
hyunwoo
sumin
seeun
yechan
yujun
junghoon
junmin
jinsik
hunter
headcanons:
minjae
he doesn't like other people looking at you or flirting with you at all. like he goes insane
so when he sees a guy flirting with you at the cafe you were at, he was livid.
he of course trusted that you weren't giving into his flirting, but it still pissed him off
'can you leave now, they're taken.' he glares at him.
'my fault sorry...' he wanders off quickly and minjae sits back down in his seat.
'i'm sorry, minjae, he just..' 'i'm not mad at you but i just hate that people are so dumb..’ he spits
after leaving the cafe, he drove home w little faster than he normally would. he had one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh.
as soon as you got into the door, he dragged you into his room and pinned you onto his bed. your clothes were off faster than you could imagine. he stayed clothed.
‘you are all mine. so beautiful for me.’ he would praise as he kissed along your body.
‘why are u still dressed, min? wanna see you.’ he would only take his pants off so he could fuck you properly. he would also grab a condom from his pocket.
‘you planned this, didn’t you..?’ you asked. he just booped your nose before saying,
‘just love seeing you. all of you.’ he started slowly inserting himself into you. his mouth would find your neck and so on and so forth…..
junmin
hes so normal about being jealous i think. jealous the most normal amount i think. he will definitely just shy away from you and pout when he gets jealous.
he just gets quiet so you ask him what’s wrong after hours of hearing nothing from him.
‘it’s just something that happened earlier..’ his gaze would find yours.
‘what happened min? im sorry if i upset you.’ you frown at him
‘it wasn’t you… was that stupid guy that kept flirting with you.’ he admitted. you giggled at this before inching closer to him.
‘you mean the waiter, baby?’ you grabbed his face before kissing him. ‘he was just being nice, we’re clearly together.’ you reassured him
he slowly got on top of you before helping you take your shirt off. ‘you are so beautiful cannot even take you out… have too many people looking at you.’ he would whisper
he would finish stripping himself along with you before grabbing a condom from his wallet. you smiled at him before sliding it on and climbing back on top of you.
his hand would find yours as he inserted himself into you, grabbing it tightly. his lips would never leave yours as he ground himself into you. he would whine and moan and beg into your ears for hours as he fucks you into oblivion…
sumin
oh you are his. and he makes sure everyone knows that. he bought you a necklace with his initial on it so others will get the hint.
in the rare case that a ‘dumbass’ –as he puts it–hits on you, shit hits the fan. he immediately gets angry and starts yelling at the guy but you just drag him home and calm him down.
‘sumin, it is not that serious! he probably thought it was my initial…’ you suggested. he just rolled his eyes at you and dragged you into his bedroom
‘the only thing that’ll make me feel better is fucking you, so get on the bed.’ he demanded. you listened to him and laid on his bed before he came over to you and undressing you. his eyes examine every inch of your figure, leaving a few marks behind.
he stands up, grabs a condom, and undresses himself in front of you. meets your gaze as he is sliding his condom on, with the wrapper in his teeth. he spits it out before getting back on top of you and kissing you.
‘please fuck me sumin, need to feel you.’ you beg him. he almost ignores you while sucking on your neck and playing with your boobs.
‘sumin! please fuck me!’ you cry at him. this time he hears you, inserting himself into you quickly. his thrusts are slow and deep, making sure you feel every inch of him.
his pace stays this way, making sure to take his time with you and observe every expression you make. he cant help but shake the thought of recording you.
he silently grabs his phone from the bedside table and starts recording a video as he fucks you. his hand reaches down to your clit and starts moving at a quicker pace, but he stops before you can actually finish…
he would do this cycle for hours if he needed to just to really make sure you felt him. he isn’t entirely cruel and would end up fucking into you quicker at the end of the night…
jinsik
well, he isnt usually the jealous type… he trusts that you wont give into others bc he knows u love him.
he gets confused when he sees a guy hitting on you at the park while you two are having a picnic. you dont give in to the guy, ignoring him before he makes eye contact with jinsik and walks away.
the picnic is rather peaceful, but he got rather touchy with you after the man left. he sat way closer to you than he normally would.
after the two of you got home his hands would find a home around your waist. he would kiss down your neck while you were trying to put leftovers away, clearly trying to distract you.
‘jinsik, what is it? what do you want?’ you finally ask him. he just smiles at you before answering ‘you, i want you.’ so you kissed him and dragged him into the bedroom.
he undressed himself rather quickly before helping you get your clothes off. he notices you gawking at his figure before laughing to himself.
‘do you like what you see, baby?’ he smirks down at you, pinning you to the bed. you just nod in response before he kisses you, shoving his tongue into your mouth.
he would roll a condom onto his dick before sliding into you. you whined at the sensation. you can never get used to the stretch he gives you. he would give you time to adjust before slowly pacing himself inside you.
‘absolutely gorgeous, baby.’ he would praise before kissing your neck once again, making sure to leave marks behind. he would fuck you for hours making sure you know how much he loves you…
hyunwoo
this baby... he just loves you so much and really gets sad when other ppl try to steal u from him...
he just gets clingy and holds onto you if he gets jealous… like his hands are everywhere and he will not leave your side. its evident in all of your pictures together.
so it confuses him when he is taking selfies on your phone only to see a notification from some guy asking to take you out. he clicks on it and quickly sends the man one of his selfies.
after coming back from the bathroom and getting your phone back, you see a notification asking ‘who is this?’ so you immediately knew he was up to something.
‘he was hitting on you so i sent a pic of me.’ he shrugs it off and laughs while grabbing your phone again.
you grab his face and peck him quickly. his face turns red as you pull away. ‘what did i do to deserve you, hyunwoo? you are the best.’ you boop his nose.
he swiftly climbs on top of you, connecting your lips again. his hips cannot control themselves as he grinds into you. he moans into your mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck.
his hips continue grinding into you as he whimpers more into your mouth. you buck your hips into him, matching his pace.
‘gonna make you cum at least four times tonight, angel. you’re so good for me.’ he praised you before continuing his abuse on your neck and having his way with you all night…
junghoon
he definitely gets jealous ... but it's not as bad as some of the other boys.
he doesn’t say anything when someone walks up and ask for your number when he was standing right there.
he would step forward so he could see you and then kissed your cheek.
the stranger wandered off and you laughed at him, but he kissed you on the mouth before you could say anything.
‘lets order and leave quickly.’ he smiles at you. you agree and place your smoothie order before moving to the side. he would be holding your hand before you grabbed your smoothies and walked out together.
after the short walk home he would drag you into his bedroom. he set your smoothies on your dresser before taking your shirt off and kissing you deeply.
‘god i just don’t get why people don’t get the hint… you’re clearly mine. ive got you wrapped around my finger.’ he would smirk at you before undressing himself, while you followed.
‘lay down for me, kitten.’ he would say before grabbing a condom. you complied, laying on top of his bed, spreading your legs.
‘so good… all for me.’ he would kiss you again. he would then gran your leg, wrapping it around his shoulder and inserting himself into you… slowly fucking you for hours… just to prove you’re his…
seeun
seeun is incredibly loyal and he knows you are too but he just cannot stand to see other men looking at you the way he does.
he brought you to a party with his friends but he never left your side. so why in the hell would a stranger as for your number? he saw the look in the guy’s eyes.
‘hey, you can fuck off. walk away now.’ he would say with gritted teeth. the man took the message and walked away swiftly.
you’re so protective of me i love it.’ you smile at him. his grip on your waist would tighten and he was attached to your hip the rest of the night, even when you needed to pee.
he gets on his phone while you pee but then as you stand to pull your panties up, he pulls them back down and grabs you.
he puts you on the bathroom counter and pulls his pants down. his lips quickly find yours as you moan into his mouth.
‘seeun, baby.. not here!’ you speak between kisses. this doesn’t stop him. he would just lock the door behind you and continue his actions.
‘yes, right here. i know you want it.’ he growls into your ear.
he slides inside of you easily saying ‘fuck, all mine sweetie. gotta make sure everyone knows.’ his lips would find your neck and mark you up as he fucks into you …
hunter
he knows that your eyes are only for him. he knows he’s fine as hell and he knows that you know he’s fine as hell.
in the scenario that he walks away for a moment only to see another man’s hands on you, he freaks tf out.
‘hey what the fuck are you doing? get your hands off of them!’ he would yell at the guy. he would flinch and run away after seeing your buff boyfriend.
he would ask if you were okay before escorting you home. his arm was wrapped around your waist the whole time, making sure you were safe.
after returning to the safety of your home, he would once again make sure you’re okay before kissing you.
he noticed that it made you whine so he pulled away and asked ‘oh? is someone needy?’ he smirked at you
‘it was hot when you got angry…’ you confess before kissing him again, tangling your tongues together. he grabbed your waist and led you towards your room
he ripped your clothes off along with his as soon as he closed the door behind you. you laid down on the bed with him on top of you.
he disconnects your lips to grab a condom from your bedside table and wrapping it on himself. he walked back over to you, hovering over you staring into your eyes.
‘you’re so perfect all for me, aren’t you? do you need me to fuck you?’ he would ask grinning. you nod before he grabs your chin and says ‘say it.’
‘i need you to fuck me please hunter!’ you plead. as soon as you finish saying his name he inserts himself into you and fucks into you roughly…
yujun
he gets jealous in like an insecure baby way but hes so cute about it (know that i mean this in the most loving way possible)
he turns into the poutiest little guy after he sees you and another guy share a cute conversation while he watches. he doesn’t know what to do.
when the guy finally leaves, you look over at him and immediately notice his expression. you ask him what’s up before he opens his mouth and says
‘we are literally on a date right now… what does he not get?’ he would question.
‘i think he was just being nice? baby, im sitting here with you, not him. let’s eat!’ you suggest, gesturing towards the food in front of you.
lunch went by rather fast since you two were chatting, but the stupid guy couldnt leave his head. he saw the way he looked at you. he saw the way you looked at him. he put it on the back burner for the rest of lunch.
when you two got home you could tell something was on his mind, so you asked what he was thinking about.
‘please don’t leave me i love you so much i just really don’t wanna-‘ you cut him off with a kiss on the mouth and a firm grip on his shirt.
‘yujun, angel. im right here baby.’ you kissed him again before pushing him onto the couch. after stripping him beneath you, he undresses you after. his mouth attaches itself to your nipple as you sit on his cock.
he sucks on your boobs and fucks into you for hours he just cannot help himself he loves you so much and needs you so much :(
yechan
puppy eyes 100%. you could immediately tell when he was jealous about the attention you had gotten on your recent instagram post in your bikini. you knew this would happen.
‘yechan are you okay, you havent stopped giving me puppy eyes.’ you ask he just inches closer and kisses you quickly.
‘dont like people looking at what is mine. you’re too beautiful.’ he glares at you. his arms wrap around your waist tightly as he kisses you again, deeper this time.
you climb on top of him and sit on his lap. ‘i am all yours baby, don’t let those silly comments get to you.’ you smile at him. he takes his shirt off beneath you as you follow.
you reach behind him and grab a condom from his back pocket just before taking his pants and boxers off. ‘gonna make you feel so good, baby.’ you pump his dick a few times. he starts whining, craving more of you.
you give into him and undress before sitting back down, hovering slightly above him. you kiss him again while sinking down onto him. he groans into your mouth, biting onto your lip.
‘need to cum, please make me cum.’ he pleads, giving you puppy eyes once again. you give into him once again, starting to bounce on him. his moans would increase in volume quickly, so you put your fingers in his mouth to shut him up.
his hips started to thrust up into you. he moaned around your fingers, craving release more than anything in the world. and who are you to deny such a cute boy of his orgasm…
Description: Welcome to my first kinktober! Consider this a welcome back gift from me since it’s been a while since I posted anything. This is the first time something like this so don’t be surprised if it’s not perfect.
Rules: I’ll only accept members from xikers and Kickflip legal line (ot6). Requesting a member + kink is a first come first serve thing, so request fast. Every member should have at least one kink, but some members might get more than one. I’ll post my Kickflip posts under my Kickflip blog to avoid confusion. Side note I might not post on schedule but I’ll try my best to stay on track.
Taglist: @nyangttyu @jiaisfox @notinthemoodbeach
Day 1- Somnophilla | Lee Kyehoon
Day 2- Dumbification | Choi Sumin
Day 3- corruption kink | Park Seeun
Day 4- Breeding kink | Mitsuyuki Amaru
Day 5- Bondage | Choi Hyunwoo
Day 6- Choking | Choi Minje
Day 7- Size kink | Park Hunter/Papung-korn Lertkiatdamrong
Day 8- Throat training | Kim Junghoon
Day 9- dry humping | Kim Minjae
Day 10- Hate sex | Choi Hyunwoo
Day 11- Daddy kink | Park Seeun
Day 12- Marking | Jung Yujun
Day 13- Lingerie | Jang Juwang
Day 14- Hot tub sex | Lee Donghwa
Day 15- dacryphilia | Choi Minje
Day 16- Recording | Park Hunter/Papung-korn Lertkiatdamrong
Day 17- Spanking | Kim Minjae
Day 18- Sex toys | Lee Yechan
Day 19- Cunnilings | Jang Juwang
Day 20- Handjob | Mitsuyuki Amaru
Day 21- Brat taming | Jang Juwang
Day 22- Jealous/Yandere sex | Kim Junghoon
Day 23- CNC | Lee Kyehoon
Day 24- Cockwarming | Lee Donghwa
Day 25- First time | Okamoto Keiju
Day 26- Sensory play | Park Junmin
Day 27- Mutual masturbation | Ham Jinsik
Day 28- Threesome (Same group only)- | Junmin and Yechan (Xikers)
Day 29- Public sex | Okamoto Keiju
Day 30- Edging | Jung Yujun
Day 31- Roleplay (professor x student) | Ham Jinsik
Not from the rain, not from falling into a water body.
It’s Bae Sumin’s sweat.
The intense aroma of her slick, post-performance skin overwhelms your senses. Your lips quiver with sheer anxiety. Sumin presses her body against yours tightly, your back against the wall. The door remains unlocked. The other members might step in at any moment, and it’s going to be inexcusable—finding their eldest making their young and rising manager torn between duty and his burning desire like this.
She trails her finger down your neck, loosening your tie, to your collarbone, to your chest. The tie slips off your neck so easily, and your buttons are next.
“Come on, I know you wanna taste me, taste my sweat after the show,” Sumin teases with her smirk, starting to undo the first button. “I know you’ve been looking at me this entire time, watching me bend over, watching me show off my armpits, desperately waiting for the end so that you can dick me down in the airplane bathroom again.”
Her voice alone gets you riled up in an instant. The temptation of thrusting your cock deep into her cunt grows with each of her words. You look away in shame. It was supposed to be a blunder, a misstep, but she just won’t let go.
A drink too many. An oversight. A lapse in your youthful judgement.
Your hand slipped under Sumin’s shirt, the other covering Sumin’s mouth in a lavatory, sealing your shared heat from the others onboard. To you, it was a mistake to move on from. But to her, it was just the beginning.
“Come on, mister boss baby. I know you wanna lick me clean, don’t you?” She rests her arm on your shoulder, all shiny and glistening as the other works on your buttons.
Your eyes flutter, her words overwhelming your panicked, dirty mind. You’re getting more and more exposed as the clock ticks by. The cold air blows into your chest, making you shiver in her hold. You can’t resist the temptations anymore—to press your tongue on her smooth, milky skin, to fuck her tight cunt the way she deserves, to breed her with your essence.
“Just open your mouth and taste me,” Sumin coos, tugging at your head closer to her glistening neck. The concoction of her perfume and sweat intensifies as you get closer—until you’re just a tongue away from her.
And she shudders at your touch, moaning softly, skin flushed against your lips.
⋆⁺₊❅. content: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD!!!, fluff, little bit of humor at the end, swearing, mutual pining, best friends/roommates to lovers, they’re so down bad for each other it’s crazy, xikers cameo, minjae has an unnamed gf, now into the juicy stuff- kissing… lots and lots of kissing, marking i think?, food play (its just some whipped cream yall), vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex gulp pls stay safe and do what ur comfy with bffs, they just want to be close and cheesy and cute okay </3
synopsis: the three times you want to confess your feelings for your best friend, and the one time he beats you to it.
୨ৎ i actually wrote this fic last december and it was originally for sunwoo from the boyz, but i never posted it and i decided to rewrite it for sumin cause i love a good christmas/season themed fic ♡ if u enjoyed this pls don’t forget to like n reblog that helps me so much :3
The first time you think of confessing your feelings to Choi Sumin, is also the first time you realize you have them in the first place.
November had finally camouflaged into December, snow beginning to stick to the ground outside. It’s your favorite time of the year and Sumin knows this. Why wouldn’t he? As your best friend it only made sense that he knew you like the back of his hand. He knew how you liked your coffee in the morning and that you preferred sleeping on the right side of the bed, among other things.
This is why he suggests decorating your apartment together.
You have ‘How The Grinch Stole Christmas’ playing in the background as you stand on a step stool, hanging garland on the perimeter of your living room ceiling. Sumin has his hands on your waist, assuring that he doesn’t let you fall. As funny as it would be, he’s also a big softie and couldn’t imagine letting you get hurt.
“How does it look?” You ask, tilting your head back to see if you can get a better view.
“Good. Professional almost— woah, be careful. Don’t lean too much.” He tightens his grip on you.
“You’re such a dad.” You roll your eyes playfully. Sumin scoffs, but doesn’t retort back. You adjust your stance on the step ladder, going onto your tippy toes to reach one of the lights on the corner strand.
He tries to ignore how your hips shift beneath his fingertips, how easy it would be to slip them under your sweatshirt. His eyes squeeze shut as he attempts to will away the forbidden thoughts threatening to plague his mind. He’s so preoccupied with wiping his brain, that he doesn’t even realize you’re wobbling a little.
Everything happens so quickly; the step stool giving out from your feet, your body falling backward, his arms flying out to catch you with his life. Sumin had never been so good with hand-eye coordination, and he thinks he deserves an award with how valiant his rescue was.
He holds you firmly, examining your face for any indication you might’ve been injured. Instead he’s met with wide eyes and parted lips, his cheeks blushing at the proximity between the two of you. This is the moment that it hits you— the moment that your heart registers that it beats for Choi Sumin. Your gaze traces the outline of his plush lips, so tempted to lean in and press your own to them.
You open your mouth to say something, when suddenly he’s standing you upright and stepping away from you. He wipes his clammy palms on your shoulders, steadying both you and himself. He thinks this is the universe’s way of punishing him for his earlier thoughts. He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, laughing in the same manner.
“Are you— um— are you okay?” Sumin fumbles over his words, eyes looking everywhere but at you.
“‘M fine. Thanks for catching me.” You try your best to hide the disappointment in your tone. It’s not like he knew how you felt, so you couldn’t really blame him. Neither of you were at fault here.
That didn’t mean you didn’t feel slightly discouraged though. If Sumin freaked out just by being so close to you, you couldn’t fathom how he’d react to hearing a confession. You clear your throat to, hopefully, cut through some of the tension in the air.
“Should— should I order dinner?” Your fingers come up to tuck some hair behind your ear, anything to distract from the horrible atmosphere. You don’t like this one bit.
“Uh… yeah! Yeah, that would be great. I’m okay with whatever you want.” He turns around and busies himself with the tree. You agreed on doing ornaments last, so he starts to slowly open up the branches. He hopes you can’t see the crimson shade spreading across the tips of his ears.
“O-Okay… I’ll go do that then…” Your voice sounds far away from you. You avoid thinking about the pain blooming in the center of your chest, deep and sharp. You shouldn’t be upset.
The second time you think of confessing your feelings to Sumin is halfway to Christmas.
Your friend Minjae and his girlfriend invited the two of you to go look at the lights downtown. Out of your friend group, Minjae was the only one with a significant other. Because you and Sumin were so close, along with the fact that you were the only other girl, you were the best pairing option to join them.
Going downtown to see the Christmas lights was something you looked forward to every year since you were little. It was a tradition you had with your family up until you got older. Then Sumin and yourself adopted it as your own. Thankfully there would be others around this time. You aren’t sure you could handle being alone with him without your heart giving out. Forget Valentine’s Day, Christmastime was truly the season of love.
“I always love strolling around Han River and looking at the lights on the trees,” Minjae’s girlfriend says, nose resembling Rudolph’s due to the cold air. “I’m so glad that you like it too, Y/N!”
You smile at her and the way Minjae wraps her scarf just a bit more snugly as she talks. Their relationship was one you, dare you say, idolized. It’s not that they were the perfect couple, it’s that they loved each other so unconditionally. Minjae didn’t mind the teasing he got from the other boys for being ‘whipped’. They had a special connection that shined through even when they were just friends. It’s something you wished to experience yourself.
The two walk a few feet ahead of you and Sumin, arms linked together. Part of you wanted to do the same with your best friend, to lean onto his shoulder and huddle closely for some semblance of warmth. Your hands sway side by side, just inches apart. If you extended your pinkie just slightly, it would touch his. Oh, how nice it would be to do such an intimate gesture.
You risk a sideways glance at Sumin, your heart skipping when you see how pretty he looks under the tree lights. The off-white bulbs reflect off of his cheeks and make his eyes sparkle, sending your emotions into a frenzy.
The longer you walk next to him and the longer you gaze at him like a lovesick puppy, the more you realize how far into this infatuation you’ve gotten. What started as something small, triggered by something so menial, has grown exponentially. You’re honestly not sure that there was a chance of returning from this.
When you put your friendship into perspective, you noticed a lot of red flags. For one, you did quite a few things that didn’t exactly scream platonic. Friends don’t cuddle during movie nights with all your other friends. Friends don’t think about each other in the forbidden ways you do at 2 AM. Friends don’t freak out over the potential end of said friendship.
It’s so painful. Standing here in the middle of December at Han River. You’ve long forgotten about your purpose for being here. Long forgotten about the pretty lights you’d been gushing about since you were a kid. All that matters to you is the boy in front of you.
It hurts because of the uncertainty of what could come out of a confession. What if he hated you and wanted nothing to do with you? It was scary when you thought too hard about it. You’ve known Sumin through so many goods and bads, and shared many laughs. You know all of his favorite songs, and you’ve never missed a phone call. You want nothing more than to be the reason he smiles.
Santa, if you’re listening… Please make this Christmas one I won’t forget…
The next time you think of admitting your feelings for your best friend/roommate, is during your Friendsmas gathering on Christmas Eve.
Usually, the event was held at Minjae’s house, since it was bigger. Him and his girlfriend loved hosting the circus that was your friend group. However, this year, you and Sumin volunteered your apartment for the festivities. It was your first year living together and you wanted it to be memorable.
“The decorations are so cute!” Minjae’s girlfriend gushes, eyes wandering around the living room in awe at what you and Sumin managed to achieve. “The garland around the ceiling perimeter is such a nice touch. Did it take long?”
You think back to a couple weeks ago, when you were decorating. Things would’ve gone on without a hitch had you not fallen off the step ladder. You also wouldn’t be dealing with inner turmoil every time you looked at your roommate/best friend. You glance over at him, chatting it up with Minjae and Junmin, and your heart aches a little. “Not long at all…”
She purses her lips, taking your hand and dragging you off to the balcony. You give her a confused look, raising an eyebrow in question. She sighs, resting her arms on the railing and looking out into the parking lot. “You have feelings for him. Don’t you?”
You blink.
It couldn’t have been that obvious right? I mean, you only just recently realized you were in love with liked him in that way. How could anyone already notice the signs or the lovelorn gloss in your stare? Your silence and lack of immediate reaction, however, gives away the truth, so you know that you can’t refute.
“How did you know?” You ask, picking at a thread on your red sweater dress. Minjae’s girlfriend coos, like an older, wiser, sisterly figure who’s been waiting for the opportunity to bring out her life advice.
“I’ve had a hunch for a while now,” she smiles softly. “But I think my suspicion stems from personal experience, mostly. Because I know when Minjae and I were ‘just friends’, we acted very similarly. And you were a bit quiet when we went to see the lights. I figured it had to be that, or you’d gotten into a fight, which seemed unlikely.”
“I don’t even know if he feels the same,” you nip at the inside of your lip. “There was an incident when we were decorating the apartment and we haven’t spoken about it since it happened. I think he’s pretending that it didn’t.”
“What happened?” She presses, now squared off to you.
“I almost fell off the step stool and he caught me and it was really romantic and that’s when I realized that maybe I’ve been harboring feelings for him all this time but before I could even think about my next action, he pulled away.” You talk quickly, like you were on a time crunch. Minjae’s girlfriend follows along with your story as best she can, nodding every couple of words so you knew she understood what you were saying, despite the whole thing being one big run on sentence.
“Oh wow,” she cringes. “In my humble opinion, I think he’s just… emotionally constipated. He’s… Sumin… you know? He’s not used to these kinds of things. Sometimes when we’re scared of something new, we seek comfortability. Maybe he’s afraid of the change.”
She had a very valid, very strong point. Choi Sumin had never boded well with change. For example; when he was a junior in high school, his Physics teacher had left halfway through the school year for family reasons and he failed the class even though he had an A before that. Luckily, you failed your Pre Calculus class, so both of you got to take summer school together. There was a real chance that Minjae’s girlfriend was on the right track.
“I think you’re right,” you sigh, leaning back against the railing and watching the ten chaotic boys inside of your apartment. “I should wait for him to come to me.”
“You should, but,” she grins, like she knew something you didn’t. “That doesn’t mean I don’t plan on meddling just a little.”
Though ominous in her tone, you knew she meant no harm. So you’d let her do her thing, even if you were slightly unnerved. The two of you head back in to join everyone in the living room. You shoot Sumin a small smile from the opposite sofa, sandwiched between Yechan and Yujun. He mirrors your expression from his spot on the floor in front of Jinsik.
The rest of the night goes smoothly. You play some games like Uno and a heated few rounds of Charades, the competition amongst your friends going crazy. All of you agreed on doing a Secret Santa exchange, since buying each member of your group a gift was pricey. (After all, you were twelve people deep.) Whether it was luck, or the universe loved to laugh at your expense, you drew Sumin’s name. There was a thirty dollar price limit on gifts, but you knew he’d wanted this oil paint set for a while. (The price could remain a secret to everyone else.)
It was hilarious, really, that Sumin drew your name.
The exchanging portion of the night was also uneventful. No one was that shocked to find out you and your best friend had gotten each other except for, well, you and your best friend. You didn’t open your gifts until your friends had all left, feeling like your personal biases were too strong to deny.
You also decided to open them separately from the other. So when you unwrapped yours to find the prettiest necklace you’d ever seen with your initial as a charm, you almost cried like a baby. It was definitely out of the thirty dollar price limit, but you couldn’t dare complain.
This was when you thought maybe it was the right time to confess and get everything off of your chest.
But then Minjae’s girlfriend’s advice rings in your ears and you hold back. You had to wait for him to come to you.
The fourth, and final, time you and Sumin want to confess to each other, is on Christmas morning.
You woke up earlier than he did and thought it might be nice to surprise him with breakfast. You’d exchanged gifts the night before, so today would be a relaxed day. At least, you hoped it would, what with all the insane tension and stepping on eggshells around each other.
Despite not being that great at cooking, you still knew how to whip up some basic things. Most, if not all, of them were Sumin’s favorites. You’d decided to make him some French toast with fresh fruit. Thankfully, you had everything you needed, so it would be easy to just start now.
The smell that filled the air following each sizzle on the griddle had your mouth watering. If he wasn’t convinced that you were wife material after this, he was a lost cause. Hell, if he didn’t think you were girlfriend material after this, you just might rip your hair out.
Over this past month, you’d given yourself plenty of time to reminisce over your feelings for your best friend. Upon the realization that you had them, you wondered what made him so special, what set him apart from the rest. The answer was simple; he was Sumin.
Sure, he was goofy and he never really did things the conventional way. He was too stubborn for his own good and he wouldn’t be caught dead showing affection to anyone but his mother. But despite that, he always wore his heart on his sleeve and allowed himself to be trampled over when he didn’t deserve it. He was a little messy and left cookie trays on the stove after he used the oven. He somehow managed to leave a single water cup in the sink every time. He fell asleep on the couch often and sometimes forgot to lock the front door.
Above all of that, he was the best thing that had ever happened to you. He knew exactly when you needed a good laugh, the kind that had you hunching over and clutching your stomach. He showed you that he appreciated you in the ways that he could, without overstepping any boundaries. He did your laundry for you on occasion, even when you didn’t ask him to. He always seemed to know when you were running low on facial cleanser or moisturizer, setting a new one in the midst of your things. If you were out for the night, he waited in the living room until he was sure you were home safe.
He wasn’t like every other guy out in the universe, but that’s what made him so special, what set him apart from the rest. That was why you fell so hard and so fast. Choi Sumin would forever be the person your heart continued to beat for, even if he didn’t feel the same.
You didn’t even realize you’d finished making around half a loaf of bread, far too absorbed in your thoughts. You plate them on your nicer, china plates and dust some powdered sugar on top. After slicing a few strawberries, you set everything on the breakfast bar.
It actually looks like a scene straight from a movie. Had you and Sumin been a real couple, and not just a couple of besties, this would be the perfect Christmas. But a girl could only dream, you suppose.
Lost inside of your mind again while stirring some cream into your coffee, you don’t hear the creak of Sumin’s bedroom door. He stumbles into the kitchen with a yawn, cheeks puffy. His eyes are bleary, taking a moment to focus on the sight of you blowing away the steam coming up from your mug. He spots the French toast not much later, his heart swelling.
“Morning,” he rasps, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands.
You jump, startled by the sudden voice. “Good morning. I— uh— I made breakfast.”
“I see that,” he smiles, sitting on the stool beside you. “Smells yummy.”
You eat in silence as he pours himself some orange juice. It’s weird. Silence. It’s not a common occurrence between the two of you, given the fact that you’d been as close as you have for almost a decade now. You were both the type to talk for ages without getting bored of the other.
“So—”
“How—”
You both start speaking at the same time, laughing together at the silly coincidence. Sumin looks adorable with his mouth full of French toast. You look like something straight out of a Christmas catalog. He swallows his food, holding his fist to his mouth.
“You go first.” He nods.
“I was just gonna ask if you liked your gifts from your parents,” you say, shifting your attention to the suddenly very interesting three-quarters-empty mug of coffee. “Your mom called me for my opinion when she was buying the headphones.”
Sumin thinks he might burst into tears over his barely finished plate of breakfast. His mother was the only woman in his life that had yet to fail him. She’s the only one he’d ever allowed into his heart for so long. And then you came along and changed all of that. You became someone he could lean on, someone he could depend on when he thought life was caving in on him. It made him so happy knowing that you had a good relationship with his mom. His two favorite ladies.
He doesn’t answer you, instead grabbing your face and pulling you to him. He connects your lips in a sweet kiss, one that communicates everything he’s been trying to say for days, weeks, months, years. It’s unplanned, it’s a little messy, and it’s kind of desperate, but it’s perfect.
You part for air, resting your forehead on his as he chases your kiss. A giggle bubbles past your throat. “A bit eager now, are we?”
“I have wanted to do that for so long,” he sighs, eyes closed, nose brushing yours. “You have no idea.”
“What about—” You stamp another kiss on the corner of his mouth, then another on the center, and you punctuate each word with more. “—Less talking? More kissing?”
“I really like the sound of that,” he whispers, reciprocating. His kisses trail from your mouth to your ear, lighting fire beneath your skin. Everywhere his lips touch, you ache for more.
When you and Sumin became friends, this was never on your list of things that could possibly happen in the future. You never thought you’d be making out with him in your shared kitchen on Christmas morning. Or at all, for that matter. This was entirely out of your realm of possibilities.
It’s just too easy to fall into his kiss and the way his lips taste so sweet on yours. There’s a hint of syrup and powdered sugar that makes it so much more addicting. You think you could make French toast for breakfast every day if it meant he tasted this enticing.
Sumin steps off the stool and slots himself between your legs, not breaking away from you for a second. His hands rub up and down the sides of your thighs, fingers slipping under your shirt just like he wanted that day you were decorating. Had he gotten his shot together at the beginning of the month, he could’ve been doing this so long ago.
“I want more, Sumin,” you murmured against his lips. Now that he made the first move, you’re definitely willing to take what you’ve been wanting and waiting for. He parts from you slightly, noses brushing.
“Are you sure?” Deep down, he’s still scared that changing everything about your dynamic means there’s a chance he could lose you.
Your hand comes up to cup his cheek, thumb caressing his skin gently. You stare at him with the utmost adoration, as if he personally placed each star in the sky. Sumin thinks he could die the happiest man ever right now, slipping under the spell that is your sparkly eyes.
“I’ve never been more sure about something in my life.” Your voice is just above a whisper, but it’s enough to assure him. He smiles at you softly, pressing his lips to yours once again.
Sumin grabs at the hem of your shirt, pulling it off of you carefully. He kisses all over your neck and chest, nipping and sucking wherever he pleases. Your whines fuel his desperation, encouraging his confidence. He helps you onto the counter, trailing his lips down your body to the waistband of your pajama pants.
His eyes gaze up at yours, mouth glued to your lower stomach as his fingers make quick work of the bow. He drags them down your legs, faster than your top, until you’re left in nothing except your undergarments. He reaches behind you for something and your eyebrows knit together.
When he produces the can of whipped cream from your breakfast, you feel the fire beneath your skin burning heavier. He pushes down on the nozzle, a line of whipped cream connecting the band of your bra to your panties. Sumin makes eye contact with you once more to ensure that this is still okay. With your lip between your teeth and your elbows propping you up, he has his answer.
At what feels like the most agonizingly slowest pace, Sumin licks the whipped cream from your skin. He kisses and suckles at the surface as he does so, making sure to not leave a bit of the confectionery behind.
A gasp escapes you when his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, mouth still exploring the plane of your lower stomach. He peels them away from your body, not wasting a second the moment your cunt is bared to him. His lips envelope your clit, thumb circling your entrance. Your head tilts back, your sighs of pleasure transforming into moans.
The way he’s teasing you inches you closer and closer to your release, but not enough to push you over entirely. The tip of his finger slides in, but then slides right back out, not giving you much of anything to work with. You whine when his tongue laps at your clit. It feels so good, but it’s not what you need. You’re itching for more.
Sumin can tell you’re getting antsy because you keep wriggling around in his hold. He halts his motions. “More?”
You nod frantically. “Please?”
Two of Sumin’s fingers slip inside of you with ease, grazing that sweet spot at the crook of your pussy. A moan forces itself from your chest, nails digging into your palms to keep yourself grounded. He grins to himself before attaching to your clit again. The bundle of nerves is extremely sensitive now, speeding up the process.
“You’re so cute,” he mumbles into your lower lips, still consuming you as if you were his last meal.
All you can do is let out a strangled groan, eyes squeezed shut. His mouth is on your neck once more, and his fingers are swiping side to side on your clit, bursting through the dam containing your bliss. It feels like your whole body has deflated, losing all your strength from supporting your own weight.
You’re spent, but you need him unlike you’ve ever needed something in your life. Hopefully he’s good at reading you, because all that you can manage to do is communicate that through your pleading eyes. Sumin purses his lips, placing a small kiss at the tip of your nose. Your head chases after him, a pout finding its way onto your face when it doesn’t receive what it wants.
“Baby, are you sure you can give me another?” He asks you politely, respectfully. You sit up and cup either side of his head as you do so.
“I have to. I wanna feel you, all of you,” is your reply. Your foot nudges at the band of his sweatpants, batting your eyelashes at him as seductively as you can. He laughs, a soft laugh that tells you he isn’t making fun of you, but rather, he’s endeared by your actions.
Sumin kisses you like drizzling honey on a warm croissant, something so sweet and comforting. You aid him as best as you can in removing his clothes. Just as you reach out to stroke his cock, he takes your wrist into his hand gently. “I don’t have any protection, though.”
“It’s okay,” you shake your head, leaving a peck on his cheek. “I trust you. With every part of myself.”
His lips are on yours again as he aligns himself with your entrance. The second he slips in, he feels like he’s on another planet. Your pussy is so inviting, so snug around his dick. It’s like you were made for him, sucking him in with each thrust of his hips. His forehead falls to your shoulder, a hiss reaching your ears when he finally bottoms out.
“Fuck,” he whispers, grip tight on your hips.
Your legs wrap around his waist, palms flat on the counter beneath you. Slowly, building up to a pace that’s suitable for both of you, he begins to rock into you. His hold on your sides is enough to make you meet him halfway.
“You feel so good, Sumin,” you moan, head falling backward so your throat is on display for him.
He groans into your skin, loving the sound of your voice while he’s inside of you. It’s the loveliest thing he’s ever heard. This is all he could ever need. You. This apartment. Endless days of just having you in his arms, whether it was like this or in a wholesome manner, he didn’t mind either.
Sumin increases the intensity of his movements when he suspects you’re getting close again, feeling that familiar pulse of your walls. His thumb finds your swollen clit again, circling it with the tiniest amount of pressure. He smiles to himself when you tighten around him, knowing that he’s giving it to you good, the way you deserve.
He knows there isn’t really a difference between fucking someone and making love to him, as they are essentially the same thing. But making love to someone requires emotion. Some very strong ones at that. And luckily, he had those emotions for you. He wanted to ensure that you felt every single one translated into what he was giving you. He wanted to give you tender love and care.
Your volume increases, growing higher in pitch the nearer you are to your climax. He kisses you passionately, a lot like that first one you shared, and that’s what brings you to that euphoric waterfall. Your release washes over you in waves, as if you really were at the bottom of cascading water.
Sumin works you through your orgasm, pulling out once you’re revived. You take his cock into your hand, pumping it so he could finish on your lower belly. His eyes flutter shut momentarily, breathing deeply before he helps you off the counter and cleans you up gently. He kisses the crown of your head, pulling you into him for a warm embrace. (The warmest embrace you’ve ever had in your life.)
“We kinda have to— um— we have to talk about this don’t we?” Out of nowhere, he’s shy, almost like he hadn’t just fucked you on your kitchen counter.
“I think you’re overthinking things, Sumin. I mean, we have feelings for each other. That’s really all there is to it,” you say into his chest. “We don’t have to make things extremely complicated for no reason. I love you, you love me.”
“It’s not that I just love you,” he shakes his head. “I’ve been in love with you since senior year. We were getting older and I realized that the fear of losing you to adulthood wasn’t just because I was afraid of you and I drifting apart. It was also because I didn’t want to lose you. I was scared of you meeting new people and forgetting me when I was the one there for you for so long. And fuck, you deserve better than a spontaneous confession after I just defiled you where we eat every day. You deserve fireworks and flowers, you deserve this big grand gesture in a fancy restaurant where hundreds of people can see how special you are. You deserve something surprising.”
You feel tears well in your eyes, your heart just about growing in size. Even if it wasn’t conventionally perfect, it was everything you wanted to hear. Then again, conventionality was never Choi Sumin’s thing, so you never expected anything less.
His mouth parts when he sees that you're crying, scrambling to figure out what he did wrong. You dismiss his worries, wiping away stray tears quickly. At the same time, you notice something on the ceiling, scoffing to yourself. Minjae’s girlfriend really was something else.
You point up. “How’s that for surprising?”
He can’t help but laugh at the mistletoe hung right above you, completely inconspicuous this entire time. He closes the gap between you with a quirk of his lip. “Guess we gotta follow tradition. I heard it’s bad luck if you don’t kiss underneath the mistletoe.”
“Did you now?” You tease, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Yup, and I’m pretty sure it’s generational. Plus, we have an entire day ahead of us, so I think we should continue what we started.” His face is so close to your own as he says this. You giggle.
When your lips meet again, it’s like all is right in the world. Everything melted away and became background noise, like time had stopped specifically for this moment. The moment where it was just you and Sumin.
This was better than any other gift you could’ve gotten under the tree. Thanks, Santa.
