𝓌hat happens when you find out your shy roommate, jisung, isn't so shy on camera...?
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camboy!jisung who's your roommate. obviously, when you first moved in, you didn't know this. wouldn't have ever guess it, either. he seemed too innocent for it, too soft and nerdy. he's the sweetheart of the campus, after all.
camboy!jisung isn't the best at being quiet at night, when he's in front of his monitor, red light blinking at him. when he's on-screen, it's hard not to let himself go. it just turns him on, the thought of all those people getting off to him.
camboy!jisung who you want to strangle, especially at those dead hours of the night, when you can hear his moans and groans and whimpers. it's just hard to sleep with all that noise. it's even harder to sleep when your panties are a soaked mess, because you're trying you're hardest not to touch yourself to your roommate.
camboy!jisung who, at first, you thought was just having girls over. that didn't make sense, though. you weren't hearing another person, and you weren't seeing anyone over. maybe he was just a porn addict?
camboy!jisung, you find, isn't a porn addict. he is the porn. you hadn't even meant to find out, you'd just been scrolling through a x-rated website, when you stumbled onto some guy's video. you don't remember what prompted you to click it, just the fact that you'd been eager for some release, and your roommate was out for the day.
camboy!jisung who's face isn't shown, but you didn't need that to figure out it was him. you could tell by his room, even if you've only been in it a couple times. it had the same figurines in the background, the same bedspread. his favorite posters stuck on the wall. it didn't take a genius.
camboy!jisung who's video you watch, anyways. despite the fact that you know. despite the fact that it feels a little morally gray. you cum on your fingers and the sheets, then once more when you stalk his page and watch another one. fuck, you're on you're third video, when you notice something odd.
camboy!jisung who's not using any toys in this one. when you squint harder, you realize it's a pair of panties. he's got it wrapped around his hard cock, pumping the length of it. his eyes are squeezed shut, and he's whining to himself, even biting his fist.
camboy!jisung who's not just using any pair, he's using yours. holy shit, your baby blue pair that you couldn't find, that you assumed the washing machine ate, that so perfectly matched his eyes. that bastard had not only stolen them, but jerked off to them. you can only watch in utter shock, as he cums ropes of sticky white all over them, making a mess.
camboy!jisung who's room you're literally breaking into, trying to see if he'd hidden them somewhere in there. you do end up finding them, placed in a cardboard box under his bed. you hold them up, unintentionally clenching your thighs.
camboy!jisung who must've come home early, because you can hear shuffling outside the door. you don't have a moment to react, not even to hide what you're doing.
camboy!jisung who looks sheepish, like a little boy who stole an extra cookie for dessert. except his cookie was a piece of cum-stained fabric. he tries to make this make sense, but he's never been that good with his words, so he just fucks his explanation into you instead, in hopes that'll work. to his luck, it does.
camboy!jisung who's dick is better in real life, than over camera. he's got you in the most cruel of positions, shoving his length into you. you can feel every drag of his tip, every stretch of your walls. you can't stop clenching around him, and it's driving him crazy—in the best way possible.
camboy!jisung who gets you to orgasm a countless number of times that night, like since he finally has you, he never wants to let you, or your tight little pussy, go.
camboy!jisung's who latest, most hit stream is titled "fucked pretty roommate instead of her panties this time!"
camboy!jisung who's not such a sweetheart, after all.
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≔ 【 ❤︎ 】 pairing : (husband) yang jeongin x (wife) female reader
◟ .✦ ݁˖ genre : fluff
◟ ⋆⟢ # word count : 451
⬩➤ 「 warning 」 ᝰ. not proofread
“You should do it.” Chan’s wife continues to encourage you from across the table.
“Yeah, you should definitely do it.” Minho’s wife added, mischievously smiling as she drank her water.
“You guys should have seen the look on Hyunjin’s face… pft, hehehe!” Hyunjin’s wife giggled as she replayed the moment in her head. “His reaction was priceless!”
“I could say the same for Jisung. Though I almost gave him a heart attack from how hard he was clutching his chest.” Jisung’s wife lets out an airy sigh.
“So what do you say?” Felix’s wife asks.
“Are you up for the challenge?” Seungmin’s wife smirked.
“Come on, it’s fun.” Changbin’s wife remarked.
“I mean I guess so, it is a harmless prank.” You shrugged as you planned out how you’d bring this question up.
After finishing up your delicious dinner at the restaurant with the rest of the girls, you made your way home where as expected, Jeongin had been waiting. He sat on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through his phone before setting it aside when he heard your keys jingling. As soon as he heard it, he jumped up to greet you by the door with a hug and a kiss to your cheek.
“Welcome back, Baby!” He then snuggled into the crook of your neck.
“Missed me?” You teased.
“Of course I did!”
“Anyways umm, Innie, I have something I want to talk to you about.” You pretended to get all serious.
“Oh… okay? What’s it about?”
“I need you to sit down first.”
“This sounds serious, is everything okay?”
He sits back onto the couch as you stand in front of him, hand held together, while his eyes look up at you longing.
“So me and the girls were talking…”
“And?”
“Suddenly the conversation about babies came up.”
“Okay?”
“Everyone took turns saying how many kids they wanted, which was reasonable, but then when it came to me. Everyone went all silent.”
“Why? What did you say?”
“Chan’s wife wanted three kids. Minho only wanted two. Changbin’s wife wanted one. Hyunjin wanted four. Jisung’s wife wanted five. Felix’s wife wanted two as well. Seungmin’s wife wanted one too but then…”
“What was your answer?”
“Ten…” You said, desperately trying to keep a straight face.
“TEN?!” Jeongin exclaimed. “Ten as in ten kids?!”
His eyes widened and jaw dropped.
“Innie, you weren’t supposed to overreact?!” You continued with your act.
“But then again… having five of me and you running around won’t be so bad?” He then uttered as if he was really considering it.
“Yang Jeongin, you better not think about it any further! This is only meant to be a prank!”
When the boys bring up how the fans see Changbin in bed, and you don't disagree with them, he's more than happy to prove you all wrong.
pairing: Changbin x fem!reader
genre: established relationship, smut smut smut
rating: explicit, 18+, minors do not interact
word count: 4.9k
warnings: Dom!Changbin, sub!reader, degrading names (he calls her a whore (lovingly)), colour system/tapping system, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), reader is a little bit of a brat, fingering, spanking (only a little), choking, light dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (don't), so many pet names you'll be sick of me (baby, angel, princess, good girl, pretty), over use of italics (sorry lol)
A/N: so maybe I finished this before the poll closed, but I couldn't help but post it early. Also, my asks are always open for comments, questions, & requests (hard or soft)!
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Changbin and yourself had a good sex life. A great one even. He’s loving, caring, and always so attentive to your needs. Are you absolutely in love with your gentle, doting boyfriend of 6 months? Yes. No doubt about it. Do you sometimes wish, after a long day at work, and a evening of lovingly staring at his biceps as he cooks you dinner, that he would fuck you through a mattress? Also yes. But you would never complain about it, nor did you feel like you were confident enough to bring it up.
So when you come home early from work one day, finding a pouting Changbin on the edge of the couch surrounded by his giggly band mates, you’re not expected to be dragged into the conversation so quickly.
“Ah! There’s the woman that can answer this question truthfully, and finally put the debate to bed.” says Hyunjin, a smirk on his face as he sees you close the front door behind you. You turn to take off your shoes as you hear a slightly mumbled, “It wasn’t much of a debate.” from someone you couldn’t put your finger on, but you were pretty sure it was Minho.
You move to put your work bag on the dining room table, making your way around to sit on the arm of the couch beside your boyfriend, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of his very blushy cheek. You hear a giggle from Jeongin as Seungmin presses close to him, whispering something in his ear while looking at the two of you.
“What’s happening?” you asked, bringing your arm to sit on top of Changbin’s broad shoulder.
Your boyfriend let out a sigh before trying to tell you about the last hour of his life. Trying being the optimal word as he was promptly cut off by a couple of his members for ‘not telling it right’.
“We were browsing tweets and such that Stay were posting, and came across something called a ‘most likely to least likely’.” Felix started to explain.
“They were fun, we were all having fun seeing how accurate or not they were for us in real life,” continued Jisung, making a pointed face at Changbin when he said ‘all’.
“Then of course, Stay being Stay, there were sexual ones. They were funny for the most part, surprisingly accurate, but not all of our fans could come to mutual agreements on that many things,” Hyunjin took over.
“Apart from one thing,” Seungmin said with a grin.
“Okay? What has this got to do with me?” you asked, feeling your boyfriend’s shoulders tense under your hand, him letting out a sigh and pulling his hands up to shield his still glowing red face.
“Well, the one thing that pretty much all of Stay can agree upon is that our Binnie here, is a sub. And a big softie in bed.” Seungmin answered, his grin getting even bigger.
You look down at your boyfriend’s face, seeing his pout growing even bigger on his lips, the blush still present on his cheeks. You’re at a loss for words. Your sex life is definitely not something you discuss with people, Changbin being famous and all. But never did you think you would be discussing your sex life with his own members.
“And what do I have to do with this?” you asked, trying your best to save yourself from this conversation.
“Well, Changbin testifies that he is not just soft and gentle in bed, and definitely not submissive.” Jisung answers, causing laughs from many in the group as Changbin turned his head to look up at you.
“And who better to answer truthfully but the only other person involved in those activities,” finished Hyunjin, looking gleefully, waiting for your answer.
“You absolutely do not have to answer that,” Chan cuts in, ever playing the leader role, trying to save them all from having you involved in this conversation, but he gets ‘sshh’ed quickly by Seungmin with a slightly condescending tone, “We want to know if baby Changbin is lying or not.”
You stutter over your words, your own blush beginning to build now on your cheekbones as you can't seem to meet Changbin’s desperate eye contact from beside you, the floor looking incredibly interesting to you right now.
“I, uh, hmm,” you hesitate, causing an uproar from most of his band mates.
“SEE! I knew I was right!” someone shouts to the rest of the group, but you tried to block them out when you see your boyfriend’s questioning look staring up at you more intently now.
“Wait, what?” he asked, fully turned in his seat now.
“No, no, no. Hold on. I don’t know how to word this right,” you replied quickly, trying to soothe your boyfriend’s panic, “You’re not submissive in bed, although you definitely love it a lot when I ride you,” you explain, quieter now so hopefully only he can hear you, “But you’re not rough? It’s not too fiery or…passionate?” you answer as a question, definitely unsure about your wording.
“Damn hyung, that's harsh,” says Jisung, face awkwardly scrunching at your words.
“Not passionate?!?” your boyfriend asks, voice getting a little louder than before.
“Wait, no, that's definitely not the right word. I, uh, fuck.” The boys can't help but laugh at your inability to make this situation better, digging yourself a hole you are struggling to get out of.
You sighed, deciding to be honest, screw the audience you definitely shouldn't have for this conversation. “Okay, look. You are a softie in bed,” you turn to Changbin seriously now, throwing a look at the boys when they let out a laugh at your statement. “But I love that you're gentle with me. You're caring and kind, and I adore that about you.”
His blush has made all the way up to his ears now. He grabs a pillow to hide his face in and leans back into the couch. “And here I thought our bedroom life was unbelievable, god I’m stupid.”
“Wait, no. No. Stop that right now,” you seize the pillow covering him, grabbing his cheek to make sure he’s looking at you when you talk to him, “It is unbelievable. I always feel loved, you always make me finish first, and your hip game is unmatched. You're just not a rough sex kind of guy, and that's perfectly fine with me.”
His eyes watch your face as you explain to him, his blush ever present but his eyes fill with a type of desire you have not yet seen from your boyfriend when you say the last sentence. There is no reply from him, no words exchanged as he grabs the hand you were cupping his face with, pulling you up from the couch with him, and dragging you down the corridor to your shared bedroom.
“You either go now, or you can hear me prove that I’m not soft in bed. Your choice!” He called over his shoulder at his members, not waiting to listen for any responses before he flicked the lock over on his bedroom door and turned to see you standing in the middle of your bedroom, still dressed in your work uniform.
“Binnie,” you start, going to move closer to him.
“Get on your knees.” he replies bluntly.
“You don’t have to-”
“Now.” he cuts you off with a growl, and you can't help but feel your thighs clench together at his tone, not knowing what to expect from your boyfriend. You lower yourself to your knees in the middle of the floor, the plush rug making it easier for you to try and get comfortable.
He’s still standing near the door, broad shoulders taking up more room than he usually does from your viewpoint on the floor. He’s taking you in, never having seen you on your knees for him before. He’d never asked. Sure you've given him head before, but it's always happened in bed, him feeling too bad to have you on the floor.
He slowly started making his way to you, “You couldn't even have pretended in front of my friends?” he asked, walking behind where you're kneeling. Your eyes began to follow him before he said a firm, “Eyes front.”
Your head snaps forward and you feel his hot breath hitting the back of your neck, the hairs raising slightly at how close he was.
“It’s only been six months, angel. I was holding back, letting us get into a good routine before we started to explore a little more,” he began to explain, his words surprising you, not realising he felt the same as you did. “You always have such a picture perfect princess image, in public and privately with me. Who knew the perfect princess wanted nothing more than to be fucked like the perfect whore.”
The name coming from Changbin’s lips made a shiver run down your spine, your thighs clenching together. Never in a million years would you think your amazing, loving boyfriend would ever call you that, but now you can't help but imagine how your night is going to progress.
He stands up from where he’s crouching behind you, and moves to stand in front of you. His fingers reach down to stroke your cheek gently, goosebumps raising in their wake as he makes his way down your jaw, running a finger along it before stopping just under your chin.
His thumb runs over your bottom lip as a smile creeps onto his lips, “That pretty little mouth of yours,” he says, dipping his thumb past your lips. You greedily suck it in, running your tongue over the digit, sucking lightly as it makes it way further in.
His voice goes deeper than you've ever heard it, a whisper now as he leans down so you can hear, “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you on your knees like this for me?” you let out a small whimper around his thumb, trying to get any amount of friction between your thighs when he continues, “How many times I’ve thought about fucking your throat every time you put lipstick on, every time you eat a popsicle, everytime you such hickies onto my biceps?”
You let out a proper moan now, sucking his thumb harder, trying to prove that you'll be good for him if he wants to do that. Unfortunately for you, he withdraws his thumb, much to his own amusement when you let out a whine and unconsciously chase after his hand with your lips.
He reaches to pull his shirt over his head, finally letting you see his broad shoulders and strong arms. Moving his fingers down, he toys with the hem of his sweats before pushing both them and his underwear down, throwing them god knows where in the room.
As he stands in front of you, you can't help but watch how his hard cock stands tall against his lower stomach, his tip a deep pink from how much he's been thinking of you, a small drip of precome leaking down the side. You automatically reach out with your finger to catch it, when he grabs your wrist roughly, holding you still. Your breath catching at his strong grip and you look up at him.
“You don't get to just do what you want tonight angel, you have to ask.” he explains, waiting for you to nod before letting your wrist go free. You don't miss the red mark from his grip around it before letting it fall back to your side again. “Good girl.”
He reaches down further to grip the hem of your shirt, pulling it quickly over your head and throwing it with his own abandoned clothes. He unclips your bra from behind your back, leaning over you, his cock getting so close to your lips you could just let your tongue peek out from your lips to touch it but you can’t, not before he discards of your bra too. His eyes roam your now bare breasts, watching as your nipples harden due to the cool air. His hands go back down again now, but this time to your neck, removing the cute scarf that was required with your uniform. He moved it up into your hair, tying a secure knot around your newly fashioned pony tail.
His hand never leaves your hair, now gripping tightly around the scarf, guiding your head closer to his hard cock. Automatically you part your lips to take him in before you remember your new rule for tonight. Asking.
Your eyes flick up to his, “Can I suck you off?” you ask gently, already assuming his answer and moving to lick up his shaft before you feel a tug on your hair, pulling you back a few inches.
He clicks his tongue above you, drawing your eyes back up to his, seeing a slight smugness to his facial expression, authority dripping from him. “I think you're missing a word, princess.”
You let out a sigh, “Seriously?” you say under your breath. His grip tightens in your hair, pulling you back from him properly now, his voice firm. “What was that?”
You feel yourself swallow, letting out a shaky breath, your thighs pressing together, yet again, as you correct your response. “Can I suck you off, please.”
He smirked from above you, loosening his grip on your pony tail, pushing you closer to his cock.
You licked a stripe from his base up to just under his tip, wrapping your lips around him and sucked gently, pulling a hiss from your boyfriend. You start to take him a little bit deeper in your mouth before you feel the hand at the back of your head increase the pressure and push you further down his hard cock until your nose hits his skin, earning a gag from you at the unexpectedness. Never had he pushed your head down on him before, always letting you guide yourself.
After a few short thrusts into the back of your throat, he relaxes his grip on your hair, allowing you to take over the movements. His head was now thrown back, indulging in the feeling of your lips wrapped around him, moans falling from his lips as your tongue runs along the vein on his underside, earning you another thrust into your mouth.
You almost don’t hear him at first when he asks, “Can I fuck your mouth?” But once his question registered, you can't help but let out a whimper. Despite him very definitely being in dom mode right now, he's taken it one step further and is being a proper dom with you, making sure you're comfortable instead of just doing things.
You nod as much as you can, relaxing your throat around him.
“If it's too much, tap my thigh twice,” he says, grasping properly at your pony tail again, firmer this time. He starts pushing your head down on his cock, letting out a low hiss at the feeling. His hips started thrusting into your mouth as his hand pushed from behind your head, feeling his cock hit deeper in your throat than he ever has before.
He lets out a loud, “Oh fuck,” as he presses your head down, your nose hitting his soft skin of his lower stomach again, “Can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me like this. I could have been fucking your pretty little mouth like this the whole time.”
He fucks into your mouth more urgently now, feeling himself getting close. You could feel his grip tighten, his breathing getting rougher, and his thrusts were undoubtedly hitting deeper.
His voice is rugged and uneven when he talks to you. “I’m going to come baby. I’m going to come down that pretty throat of yours, and you're going to take every drop, you understand?”
Your eyes are stinging with tears from where he hits the back of your throat every time, but you manage to make eye contact with him, nodding as best you can. You let out a small hum around his cock in understanding, his hips stuttering at the feeling.
“Fuck baby, you’re so good to me. So good for me. Letting me do what I want to you.” You feel his thrusts speed up before he's pushing the back of your head down fully. Stilling his hips, you feel his release spill over the back of your tongue, coating the back of your throat, his hips thrusting in shallowly before pulling you off his cock.
Despite just coming, it feels as though Changbin has even more energy than before. Pulling you up by your hair, he pushes you down onto the bed on your back. He settles himself beside you, spreading your thighs with one hand and pulls your face to his with the other.
He smashes his lips to yours hungrily, tongue meeting yours with no mercy, masterfully distracting you with his mouth as his fingers trail up the inside of your thigh. His fingers brushed lightly over your now soaked lace panties, pressing down firmly on your clit. He rubs quick circles over it, drinking up all the sweet moans you let out at finally having some relief.
Your head falls back with a whine when he pulls his hand back. But he roughly rucks up your skirt around your hips and pulls your panties down your legs, all but ripping them in two with the intensity of his movements.
“Such a pretty little cunt,” he breathes out, rubbing his fingertips over your folds, rubbing two short circles over your clit before plunging two fingers deep inside you, mercilessly fucking into you with his fingers. The sudden motion has you moving your hands quickly from your sides to grasp tightly at his bicep, your nails digging in as his digits meet that spot inside you that makes you see stars over and over again.
You feel yourself getting closer to your high quicker than you’d like to admit. Rubbing your thighs together so much while you sucked him off definitely playing a massive part in that. You can't help yourself, “Please.” you whined out.
“Please what baby?” he asked, smirk undeniable on his face.
“Please can I come?” your voice trembled.
“Already?” he replied with a breathy chuckle.
“Please Bin, please let me come.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” he pressed a kiss to your lips before moving his fingers at a ruthless pace, the palm of his hand now bumping your clit with each thrust.
He feels your walls squeezing around him hard before your high hits you like a truck, your legs clamping around his arm, moans tumbling out of your lips as he contines to finger fuck you through your orgasm.
As soon as he feels your breathing even out, he grasps onto your skirt around your waist, pulling it down and throwing it on the floor with the rest of the discarded clothes, you now completely bare in front of him. He lets out a low growl at your state before gripping your hips tightly, flipping you onto your tummy now, pulling your hips up and pushing your head into the soft pillows below you. He let his hand land on your ass gently, giving it a harsh squeeze in appreciation at how good you look under him.
You're anticipating him to push into you now, feeling yourself tense up when instead you feel his warm breath ghost over your core. He presses a kiss over your wet folds, running his tongue down to flick over your clit. A moan of overstimulation leaves your lips and your hips try to move away from the glorious feeling of his mouth.
You let out a sharp breath when you feel his hand come down hard on your ass a couple of times. “Stay still.”
“I can't Bin. I really can't." you reply, whining when you feel another harsh smack on your other cheek now.
“I know you have another one for me. Come on, I'm not done yet.” he says, leaving a final spank on you before leaning down again and eating you out like a man starved.
He sucks your clit hard, making your toes curl and your walls clench around nothing. The slight pain of overstimulation now turning into pleasure as you can't help but push your hips back into his face, grinding down onto his tongue before he lightly pinches at your side to stop your movements. He licks up and darts his tongue around your folds, fucking it into you shallowly before making his way back down to your clit, teasing you now, flicking lightly over it just to hear you whine for him. “No no no, please.”
“Please what?”
“I need more. I need your cock.” you answer with a moan.
You feel his lips curl into a smirk against your cunt as he replies, “Too bad.” and pulls your hips back forcefully against his mouth, sucking your clit with nothing to lose now. He can feel your tight hole clenching around nothing, feeling you getting closer with every swipe of his tongue.
He can feel you holding back your high, wanting to ask him if you are allowed to come, but not able to get your words out with the pleasure, only hearing a mixture of breathy moans and sharp intakes of breath as you try to ask him.
He lets out an almost indiscernible laugh against you, “Come for me princess.” was all it took to throw you over the edge again. He flicks his tongue against your clit, gradually slowing, allowing you to come down from your high slowly, sucking hard one last time just to hear a high pitched whine from you before situating himself on his knees behind you.
You're laying with your head still buried into the pillows, your knees buckling and barely able to keep you up when you feel his blunt tip bump into your overstimulated clit.
You let out a low moan as he ran his hard cock through your folds to collect your wetness before he was pushing himself into your cunt with no warning, all the way to the hilt, only stopping when he felt his hips meeting your ass.
“Fuck, how are you always so tight?” he moans out, not expecting an answer from you. He sets a ruthless pace, not giving you much time to adjust to his girth stretching you out. But his aim is ever so accurate, hitting that spot inside you with trained precision. He coaxes moan after moan from your lips, your brain feeling fuzzy from the two orgasms he's already given to you.
You don't even notice that you're bringing your hips back to meet his, the feeling of him hitting so deep inside you was something you couldn't help but want to feel. But he notices. Of course he does.
A deep chuckle leaves his lips, sending a shiver down your spine as he stops all his movements. You whine, and push yourself further back on him, grinding on his cock, feeling it deeper than ever before.
“Go on. Fuck yourself on my cock.” he rasped out, his hand meeting your ass in encouragement.
You whine again, this time in protest from how tired you were. But you managed to pull yourself off his cock, pushing your hips back onto his quickly, working yourself into a steady rhythm.
He couldn't help but let out a moan at the sight of you in front of him, annoyed at himself for letting it go this long without giving himself the courage to ask you to spice up your sex life, even just a bit.
He can see that you're growing tired now, mostly just grinding back on him, so he pulls out and flips you onto your back now. Thrusting back into you and pulling your thighs up around his hips as he fucks back into you mercilessly. Your hands reach around to claw at his back, the feeling of your sharp nails that he happily pays for dragging down it making his hips stutter slightly, thrusting into you deeper than he meant to.
You moan out loudly before pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, not wanting your neighbours to absolutely hate you.
“Nuh uh baby, want to hear how desperate you are for me,” he says, his thumb coming to release your lip, leaning down to press soft kisses to your lips that differ drastically from the harsh movements of his hips.
You can't help but feel a few tears break free from where they've welled up in your eyes, closing them tight and trying to move your face to the side, hoping he didn't see. But of course he sees, grabbing your chin lightly and moving your face back to him, he asks you to look in his eyes.
When you reluctantly open yours, he can see the love you have for him swirling in them, making him realise that they were tears of pleasure. He wipes them away with the pad of his thumb. “Fuck you’re cute,” he whispers, his hips lurching into you at the sight.
His hand moves from your cheek to land on your throat, his grip firm but not yet squeezing, feeling how hard you clench around him at his new found actions. He lets out a devilish laugh and tightens his grip around the sides of your throat, “God you really are a little whore aren't you?”
Your walls constrict around him again at the combined feeling of his grip and his words, “Only for you.”
“Good girl,” his thumb of his other hand snakes it way down your body, pinching your nipple tightly to feel you clamp down on him again before finding your clit once more. He rubs firm circles over it, his hips speeding up and getting as deep into you as possible.
You begin to see stars cloud your vision, unknowing if it was from the grip he had around your neck, or the way his cock keeps driving into you. Maybe it was both. But whatever was causing it, you can feel your third climax creeping up on you.
So can Changbin. “Come for me angel. Come on my cock.” His thumb rubs quicker, hips snapping into yours. His fingers around your neck tighten ever so slightly and you feel the dam break inside as pleasure washes over you. Your boyfriend doesn't stop his movements, your walls clamping down on him so tightly that it triggers his own release, emptying himself deep inside of you.
Your harsh mingled breaths are all that can be heard as he lowers himself slowly on top of you, nosing at your neck, pressing gentle kisses over the slight redness of your throat that his hand had left. He kisses up your jaw, over your rosy cheeks, and kisses the tip of your nose which makes you giggle before he finally kisses your lips properly.
He feels reassured that you're kissing him back just as fervently, but feelings of doubt are now clouding up his mind.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, leaning back slightly to look into your eyes, dragging a finger down your plush cheek.
“God yes, I'm okay. Are you okay?” you answered, seeing the hesitation swirl around his irises.
He looks back at you with a surprised expression, “Of course I'm okay, but like…Was that okay? Was I too rough? I know it's the first time we've done something like that so maybe it was too much. I'm sorry. I should have asked. I was just so in my head about the comments, then when you confirmed them my brain just snappe-” You cut off his worried rambling with a tender kiss to his lips, pulling him down properly so you could press lots of gentle kisses along his cheeks, just as he had for you.
“You’re overthinking it baby. If it wasn't okay I would have told you,” you reassured him, “I enjoyed myself so fucking much. Did you?”
He nodded shyly, a small blush dusting the tops of his cheekbones at your words.
“Then that's all that matters. We can have a proper chat about things later, but now all I want to do is shower and snuggle with you. Please?” you asked, pressing a final kiss to his pouty pink lips.
He didn't even realise that he was still sheathed inside of you, softening but your face let out a small wince when he shifted back slightly. Mumbling out a small sorry, he pulled out of you as gently as he could, both of you tensing from the stimulation. He pulled you to your feet with two strong hands, walking you to the bathroom.
Once he got you situated under the hot spray of the water, he rummaged around in his drawers to find your favourite shirt of his, some underwear for the both of you, and some soft sweats for himself after your shower together. As he was making his way back to the bathroom door he hears his phone buzz on the nightstand beside your bed. He glanced down at it briefly, letting out a quiet laugh before making his way back to you.
Okay, I take it back. Definitely not a sub or a softie
When you and Seungmin keep trying to out brat each other, he has to find ways for you to start working together
pairing: Changbin x fem!reader x Seungmin
genre: established relationship, smut smut smut, dom/sub dynamics, does include some mxm content
rating: explicit, 18+, minors do not interact
word count: 5.6k
warnings: brat!reader, brat!seungmin, brat tamer!changbin, Minnie and reader are switches for each other, subs for bin, trying to get each other in trouble, multiple sex scenes, oral (f. and m. receiving), remote controlled vibrator in public, hand job in public (under a blanket), restraints, spanking with hand, spanking with a belt, nicknames (changbin calls seungmin baby, reader princess, and when addressing both of them he uses angels), changbin is definitely giving soft dom brat tamer energy in this I couldn't help it, making out around bin's cock, light choking, orgasm control, orgasm denial, overstimulation, double penetration (piv), no protection (don't), mxm content (kissing, spanking, oral)
A/N: Requests are always open! This may be the most intense thing I've written to date! Enjoy!
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Changbin only had three rules for you both.
Do what he told you to
No playing with each other without him knowing
No coming without his permission
But you couldn’t help it. And Changbin knew you couldn’t help it. Getting together with two switches who keep trying to out brat each other, he knew you would both slip up sooner rather than later.
He knew something was brewing when you started trying to get each other in low-grade trouble with him. ‘She keeps touching me under the table at dinner!’, ‘I walked in on him jerking off!’. He couldn’t help but smirk at your ministrations, and enjoy edging you both until you were crying into each other's necks apologising.
However, after that night, neither of you seemed to want to stop. In fact, you were both now starting to make things more obvious. Changbin coming home from a long day in the studio and you were both suspiciously far apart on the couch, lips swollen, breath heavy. Smirking down at your phones over dinner as you read the filthy text you just sent Seungmin to rile him up, going back and forth until Changbin grabs your phone to read them.
You both began trying to get the other to break rules on purpose so that you could tell Changbin. You palming over Seungmin’s already hard cock when you were out to dinner with the boys, not really being able to outright tell you to stop due to the publicity and prying ears of his friends. Pressing a kiss to his neck as he lets out a strangled whimper and comes in his pants. That one earned him 5 back to back orgasms where he could only watch Changbin fuck you into the mattress.
Him pushing you back on the couch, pulling your sleep shorts and panties to the side and immediately attaching his soft lips to your clit. Your eyes rolling back as your hand comes to grasp the hair at the back of his neck, pulling his mouth harder against you. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself getting close when he pushed two long fingers into you easily with how wet you were, curling them to make your vision white out. Your legs kicked either side of his broad shoulders, your hands weakly attempting to push him away despite not really wanting to.
“Stop Min, I’m not allowed to come.” you whine, hips bucking up into his relentless tongue.
He smirked in response into your sopping cunt, sucking your slit harder, pulling you over the edge quickly. That earned you a night of unrelenting edging with a vibrating wand tied to your clit.
He knew you were both long overdue for discipline when you started breaking rules in front of him. It started simple, during sex, Changbin telling you that you need to wait to come and Seungmin is changing the angle of his hips to fuck into your g-spot to make you come without permission. The same thing happening when Seungmin is not allowed to come, you’re clenching your walls and swivelling your hips, putting on a show to make your boyfriend come before he’s allowed to.
The next time it happened it was more obvious. Out to dinner with your two boys, Changbin’s head tilted quizzically at you as he watched you try to stifle a whimper as you’re browsing the menu, seeing Seungmin try to hide a smirk out of the corner of his eye. Seeing your hips gently rocking as they discuss how their weeks have gone, your eyes shut as Seungmin fiddles with something under the table. Changbin caught on quickly to your misbehaviour as he pushed his hand under your dress and very quickly felt the unsanctioned vibrations in your panties. He held his hand out to Seungmin, raising an eyebrow, silently asking him for the remote. You came three times before dessert arrived, Seungmin was only allowed to watch.
The last time was when you were cuddled up on Minho and Jisung’s couch at movie night, to most, you looked sleepy under a soft blanket, but Changbin knew you were up to something. He just didn’t think you’d be this bold in front of the group. Your hand ran up and down Seungmin’s cock underneath the blanket, the music from the movie drowning out any noises coming from your boyfriend's mouth.
You could feel his eyes on you, Changbin catching your eye then glancing down at your moving arm, then back up.
“Minnie’s cheeks are very red princess, can you check he’s okay?” he asks, but you know the thinly veiled point he’s trying to make. You smile back at him, shaking your head, telling him he feels fine to you.
Changbin moves closer behind you so that your back is flush with his chest, leaning in so that you can both hear his too gentle whisper. “If you make him come right now, neither of you are coming for a week.”
You smirk over at Seungmin and move your hand quicker, your other hand going to his balls to roll them gently as you feel his stomach tighten with your movements. You both look to Seungmin who has his head thrown on the back of the couch, biting the back of his hand to quieten his moans as he comes over your hand.
You hear a short growl in your ear before he speaks directly, “Up. Now. We’re going home.” He pushes himself up from the couch, frustrated tension pulsing from him as he makes his way to the door.
The others don’t question it, the weird tension has been building up for weeks now and they need it over with. They don’t want to keep being a part of something that you all think you’re being slick about. Especially as you lick your hand on the way to the door and Seungmin stutters something out about how it’s probably best he keep Jisung’s favourite faux fur blanket.
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The car ride home is filled with tension that you’re not sure you want to break. Changbin clutches the steering wheel like it’s going to run away from him, Seungmin was banished to the backseat, and you to the passenger so that there would be no additional teasing on the way home.
Feeling the aura surrounding him, you think it’s worth a shot to try and make it even marginally better for you.
“I’m sorry. I-” Changbin snaps his head to look at you, not needing to say a word for you to quieten, shrinking into the door on your other side, the dominant atmosphere almost suffocating you all.
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As you all made your way to your bedroom, Changbin moves to the spare room for a minute, letting you enter your bedroom as just the two of you. Standing on the rug at the bottom of the bed, you turned to glance up at Seungmin standing beside you.
“We are so fucked.” you mumble to him quietly.
Seungmin smirks back down at you, “Thank god.”
“Kneel.” You hear coming from the doorway, a shiver running down your spine as you feel him come into the room behind you, both of you dropping to your knees to the plush rug underneath you.
He doesn’t move from behind you, letting you feel the tension rising in the large space. “Hands.” he commands, both of you raising your hands above your head immediately. Not daring to look back at him as he starts to tie soft scarves around Seungmin’s wrists, moving to replicate the turns and beautiful knot to finish it off on your own wrists.
He walked slowly to stand in front of you, eyes wandering your kneeling forms. He lifts his forefinger and flicks it down, and you both lower your arms in front of you. Neither of you are brave enough to make direct eye contact with him yet, your eyes lowered to the fibers beneath his feet.
“You’ve been fucking with me,” he starts, letting out a sigh. “And I don’t know if it’s to get a reaction out of me, or because you enjoy being with each other more than me.”
Both Seungmin and yourself make immediate noises of disagreement at his conclusions, but one look from Changbin has you both silenced.
“Before I start, I need confirmation from both of you that you’re just wanting a reaction.” He turns to you first, nodding for you to talk.
“It’s only for your reaction. It’s been so long since you’ve been in full dom Changbin mode and I just wanted to see it again.” you spoke quickly, trying to calm his assumptions but also the rising hurt in yourself that you let him believe it could be for anything more than to get a reaction from him. He nods at your words and turns to the man beside you.
“I wanted to see her get punished,” he answered smoothly, a light smirk on his face, “And somewhere along the way, I wanted to be too.” he admitted, a blush skirting his cheekbones.
Changbin let out a sigh and nods at your answers, some tension leaving his shoulders and a playful glint beginning to swirl in his darkening eyes. “Perfect, because after all that shit you’ve both pulled, punished is what you’ll be.”
You couldn’t help the goosebumps that rose on your arms at his tone of voice.
“Since you were both in this together, I’m going to let you choose each other’s punishments.” Your eyes widened as you glanced at Seungmin beside you.
Changbin squats down in front of him, pulling his tied wrists closer to him so he can whisper properly in his ear, humming in response.
He moves to you, pulling your wrists so that your hands rest on the rug beneath you, arching your back until your lips were beside his ear. “What’s his punishment, princess?”
Answering with fifteen hits with Changbin’s hand, you feel a smirk in your ear as he pulls back to stand.
“Interesting. Min, she’s chosen fifteen spanks with my hand,” you hear Seungmin’s breath hitch a little beside you, a muttered apology under his breath. Changbin smirks down at you both. “Why don’t you tell our princess why you’re sorry baby.”
“I also picked fifteen,” he started nervously, not continuing until your other boyfriend prompted him with a, ‘and what did you pick it to be implemented with.’
Seungmin let out a shaky sigh as he broke eye contact with you. “A belt.” he whispered, trying to fold in on himself. Your eyes widened at his answer as he tried to scramble to make it better, “I thought you were going to go hard on me!” he whined before Changbin cut him off.
“Up. Over the bed.”
You shook a little as you got to your feet the best you could with your hands tied in front of you, leaning gracefully over the end of the bed beside each other, hands above your head, face pushed into the mattress. You couldn’t help but feel your stomach clench at the thought of 15 hits with his belt while your partner in crime gets away with only his hand.
He starts with Seungmin, flexing his muscles and pulling not very hard to rip his shirt open before pulling his sweats and boxers down, throwing them to the side. His hand didn’t touch him yet, just sitting on his lower back, just above his ass, watching him tense, not knowing when the first hit was going to land.
“You’ll be a good boy and stay still for me, won’t you baby?” Changbin asks teasingly, running his hand along his spine, Seungmin letting out a shaky breath that is cut off by a pained moan as the first strike lands centre on his ass.
Despite not using an implement, Changbin’s hand can pack quite a sting. His bicep muscles rippling as his hand raised and came down again, admiring the reddening skin below his hand, his other hand coming to press on his lower back due to his squirming, unintentionally pressing his already leaking cock harder into the blankets.
He collapsed onto the bedding as the last strike hit at the tops of his thighs, breathing hard into the blankets.
You feel yourself tense up, knowing your time now is coming. Your fingers tighten in the blanket as you feel him pull your sweats and panties down, throwing them in the same direction he did Min’s. Before reaching his hands around you and ripping your flimsy tank top off your body, feeling his biceps flex against your sides, exposing your breasts to the chill of the cotton below you.
His hand grazed over the perkiness of your ass, giving it a light squeeze before you hear him stand, walking to his drawers and pulling a belt from the top, wrapping it around his hand as he comes back behind you.
“You ready princess?” he asks, smiling down at your breathing getting heavier, “Remember it wasn’t me who chose this punishment.” he breathes into your ear, kissing your cheek before standing upright behind you.
The first crack came unexpectedly, making you let out an ungodly moan of pain, it being so long since he had used his belt on you. He gave you no time in between strikes to breath, the second and third coming down on either side of the first reddening welt across your skin.
Around number five he gives you a small break, letting you catch your breath, running his hand delicately over the raised marks. He watches you closely for any sign of a change in your posture, any bad changes to your breathing, any non verbal signs that you had changed your mind. Seeing none, he continues.
Strikes ten, eleven, and twelve sting down on your thighs in quick succession before he pauses. “I’m going to give you a choice baby,” he says, turning his head to look at your boyfriend who was still bent over the bed beside you, cock hard and leaking between him and the sheets, watching the punishment he bestowed on you.
“Since you were feeling bad for the punishment you chose for our princess, I’m giving you the choice on who gets the last three.” he smirks down at Min’s mouth dropping open a little, his breath hitching. His eyes flit beside him to you on the bed, hands clenched in the sheets, face lined with tears, your body had a slight tremble to it due to the adrenaline rush.
He knew you could take it. You all knew you could take it. Hell, he could double it if he wanted to and you would still be able to take it. But still, he felt bad knowing he got off lightly in comparison.
You meet his eyes over your arms and whisper out, “It’s okay.” But the brattiness leaves his body the second you say it, so softly, knowing this isn’t something he has much experience with compared to you.
But it’s only three. He can do three.
His eyes shift to meet Changbin’s, who has obviously been watching this exchange with curiosity.
“I’ll take them,” he confirms, moving his head back to rest on the bed, his eyes closed in anticipation until he feels a small shift beside him, your tied hand intertwining with his, your glassy eyes looking at him, sparkling.
“Thank you,” you whispered out as his hand tightened around yours when the first crack came down on his ass. The same velocity as yours had been, a choked whine ripping from his lips. They parted in a gasp as the second strike covered the tops of his thighs, before finally he feels the last, angled just so that it hit right on top of the soft plushy part of his ass, right over where he would sit. A strangled moan leaving his lips at how much harder it was than the last two.
Changbin hums from behind you as he drops the belt to the side, “You look so cute when you’re working together, not trying to out-brat each other.” He came close between you, his hands simultaneously run over your sore cheeks.
You both let out a sharp moan when he gives you a small smack with his hand to accompany his demand, “On your knees again.” He steps back to give you the space, standing imposingly above your naked bodies, kneeling hesitantly back so you hurt yourselves less.
Changbin leans down in front of you, his finger tipping your head back to look in his eyes, wiping your tears with such contradicting delicate touches it makes your brain dizzy. He presses a long kiss to your lips, smiling down at you. “Took your punishment so well princess,” he rasped, making your mind sing and your cunt drip.
He moves to Seungmin now, whose breathing was still so hard, no actual tears breaking the barrier yet. His thumb rubs over his cheekbone before he kissed him with equal softness. “You were very brave for finishing her punishment baby.” Your heart leaps as you see his breath hitch and his eyes clamp shut at the praise.
“Now that we’ve started to get along again, and aren’t trying to get each other in trouble, you can work together now.” he says, hands going to the waist of his sweats, pushing them to the floor along with his underwear, disappearing into the abyss of your room with his shirt. The room that is getting a little hazy along your peripherals now that all your attention is on the thick cock now exposed in front of you.
Your mouth watered at the sight, having to clench your legs together to get some sort of friction as you remember exactly how it feels to have him stretch you out. Out of the corner of your eye you see Seungmin’s cock bob, his stomach flexing, clearly recollecting the same.
He takes a precise step forward, moving so his cock is between you both. “Get to it angels.”
You don’t have to be told twice, both of you moving up on your knees so your mouths could reach him. Your tied hands lean on one of his solid thighs for balance, Seungmin doing the same on the other side.
You press a kiss to his hip bone, pecking down his pelvis until your lips are at the base of his shaft. Your tongue dances along the underside of his hard length as Seungmin’s tongue tentatively licked at his tip, your well orchestrated movements making him take in a sharp breath.
His hips jolt forward when you swap places, Seungmin’s tongue wrapping along the underside of his cock, your lips now parting around his tip to take him in, your tongue lapping at the never ending stream of precome. You took a breath before pressing yourself further down his cock, only taking him about half way before pulling up, his thickness was always something you needed to work yourself up to, Seungmin still was not able to take him all the way yet.
You kissed down your side of his shaft, feeling Seungmin mirroring your movements, locking eyes with you as you both kiss the thick base of Changbin’s cock. You slowly move your lips back up, your tongues occasionally meeting on the underside until you reach the tip again, your lips meeting with Seungmin’s around your boyfriend’s fat cock.
Your tongues wrapped around him, chasing each other’s mouths, a mix of salvia and precome running down your chins. Changbin’s hands came up to grip the back of your hair, groaning like he’s in heaven at the sight of you making out around his cock.
His hands flex in your hair, pulling your faces apart to thrust his cock between Seungmin’s swollen lips. Far enough for him to gag on him a few times, tears lining his eyes before he swapped with you. Pushing your head down so that your nose pressed against his lower stomach, his hips twitching into your mouth, his hand pulling at your hair as you swallowed around him. He moaned out a low ‘fuck’ before pulling you off him quickly.
“Up.” he instructed, pushing Seungmin to lie on his back on the bed, his neglected cock leaking down onto his stomach, shifting on the blankets and wincing as his red ass brushes them.
Changbin lifts you easily from where you’re standing beside the bed to place you straddling your boyfriend on the bed, his cock resting between your soaking wet folds. You let out a shaky sigh as the backs of your thighs hit his legs, grinding down on the hard mess beneath you to try and distract you from the pain.
Your boyfriend moves to look at you properly, pushing the hair out of your eyes to look at your fucked out face, his thumb collecting some of the spit and precome mix from your chin to push it into your mouth.
You suck on his thumb and hum around it at his next words. “I need you to ride him princess, you can do that for me right?” He says it so gently you try to nod around his thumb, your shiny eyes soft and loving as you look up at him.
He smiles down at you as he turns to Seungmin, seeing you begin to line up his swollen cock with your dripping entrance. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to his plush lips, pulling back to push a stray lock of hair out of his face so he could watch his expression when you begin to sink down on him. He smiles down fondly at the moans spilling out of his mouth when you finally take him to the hilt.
You begin to rock your hips over his, whines leaving your lips at the feeling of being so full combined with the sting of the raised marks on your behind. Your hands meet his chest, his coming to your hips, trying to guide your movements when your thighs become too shaky.
Changbin watches the two of you for a moment, moving your hair away from your shoulder to press a kiss there. “If either of you come, I’m upping it to a month of no coming.” he whispers between you.
You let out a gasp, a mixture of his words and Seungmin angling his hips below you to hit your g-spot. He lets out a strained groan as you clamp down around him, looking up to your smiling boyfriend. “I thought we had been punished.” he says between clenched teeth.
“You’re cute baby, I never said I was finished. You think one spanking and that would be it for the weeks worth of shit you’ve been doing?” he smirks down at him, “Now fuck properly angels.” His hand coming down to slap your ass in motivation.
You let out a shaky breath before raising your hips properly, bouncing on his cock trying to avoid that spot inside you that will make you see stars to try and prevent yourself from coming. You knew Changbin would keep his word, it wouldn’t be the first time. But you also knew he wouldn’t let you half-ass this to try and keep yourselves from finishing.
You tried to breathe as you felt the familiar stirring in your lower stomach, your clit hitting off his pelvis with every downwards movement. Below you, Seungmin couldn’t keep his eyes off you. The way your breasts moved with every bounce, the way your eyes would flutter shut when you sunk all the way to his base, the way your hands were trying to find purchase on anything they could, one landing at the top of his sternum, just below his neck, the other was lower, right over his hip bone.
Changbin’s cock twitched at the sight of you two, both of you finally trying to hard to be good for him, loving how fucked out the two of you looked under his control. Reaching out to move your hand up to around Seungmin’s throat, squeezing your hand lightly around the sides. He pressed over your hand just enough for Min’s eyes to roll into the back of his head, his hips bucking up into you.
Thirty seconds later he was begging to come. “Please, please, please. Fuck. I don’t, I don’t think I can hold it much longer.” You weren’t that much behind him, the feeling of his cock filling you over and over was making you closer every time you sunk down on him. “Fuck bin, please,” he whined, his hands gripping your waist so hard you knew it was going to be bruised in the morning.
You felt your hope shatter when all you heard was a chuckle from your ridiculously hot boyfriend standing beside the bed. “Nope. You decided you were going to fuck around. Now you get to find out. Keep riding princess.”
“No, no, no, oh fuck don’t do that,” he whined out as you accidentally clenched around him.
Changbin moved closer to you, pressing a hot kiss just below your ear. “You look so pretty on top of him, princess. That pretty little cunt of yours making him want to come so quickly.” His hands came to rest just above Seungmin’s on your waist, gliding up to squeeze your breast and pinch your nipple to get you to clamp down on Seungmin inside you. “I wish you were on top of me right now,” he breathed into your ear, pressing one last kiss to your neck before moving his hand down your body to your clit.
Rubbing precise tight circles on it, Seungmin’s moans from under you were drowned out by your whimpers, his fingers always had a way of making you come to your high extra quickly.
“P-please Changbin, I need to come.” you whimpered quietly.
Your boyfriend let out a hum in acknowledgement, “If you want a one month ban from coming, for both of you, you’re more than welcome to come on his cock right now princess.” he answers, as if he’s helping. “If not, you’ll find a way not to come.”
You fight it as best as you can, between you and Seungmin beneath you, you were trying to think about anything that would make you not come right then and there. Old people, math, saying the alphabet backwards. But you couldn’t hold it. And neither could Seungmin.
His hips thrusted just right to pound into that spot that made your eyes roll into the back of your head, your clenching walls practically milking him for his come. Neither of you stood a chance.
You bounced on your boyfriend’s cock one last time, feeling his length fill you up to the hilt, Changbin’s fingers still circling your swollen clit mercilessly as you let go, your orgasm crashing over you, your legs shaking on either side of Seungmin’s thighs. That was all it took to have him coming with you, his hips thrusting up to get as deep inside you he could, his hands bruising your hips as you both let out a symphony of moans and whines and cries at the relief.
It took all of thirty seconds for you both to realise that you went against Changbin’s rules again. Thirty seconds when you felt his hand pull away from you, a raspy growl in your ear, and see him pull away from stroking his cock out of the corner of your eye. You made eye contact with a blissed out Seungmin below you, both of you taking a deep breath because if you weren’t fucked at the beginning of this, you certainly were now.
You felt the mattress dip behind you, jostling you still full of Minnie’s cock, his come trying to burst at the seams, making a ring where you were still connected. Your moan was cut off quickly when you felt a strong hand between your shoulder blades, pushing you forward onto Seungmin’s chest, changing the angle of his cock inside of you.
A whimper leaves your boyfriend’s lips as you both feel the blunt head of Changbin’s thick cock nudge at your already stretched but dripping entrance. Your eyes flutter shut when you feel the initial stretch of him trying to push in alongside Seungmin.
Your nails digging deep into his shoulders, his own grip clenched hard on your sides at the stimulation his cock was getting not even one minute after he had come. You let out a sharp breath when you feel him finally push the head of his thick cock in, trying really hard not to think about how much thicker he gets the further down he goes.
His hand is solid between your shoulder blades, not being able to move from where you were being speared open by your boyfriends even if you wanted to.
Feeling your walls becoming more pliant for him now that you’re relaxing into his touch, he starts to push in properly now, drinking in the whines from the man underneath both of you, listening carefully for any changes in your breath that might tell him you’re not okay.
You end up collapsing on Seungmin’s chest below you when you feel his pelvis hit your ass, his cock now sheathed to the hilt alongside your other very overstimulated boyfriend.
He presses a kiss to the soft spot just below your ear, “You’re taking us so well princess, but I can’t let my angels away too easily for coming without permission.” he breathes, withdrawing his hips to snap them back, filling you quickly before setting a brutal pace.
Neither of you can move. Seungmin is trying to catch his breath at the feeling of his cock getting harder inside you again at the feeling of Changbin’s thrusting beside him. You’re trying not to shake at the overwhelming feeling of just how stretched you were around them both, how Bin’s thrusts were pushing the head of Seungmin’s cock into your g-spot every single time.
Changbin presses a kiss to your exposed neck, not being able to help himself by sucking a dark bruising mark onto it, the sensations making your walls flutter around both of them, causing them both to let out low groans. He smirks into your neck as he reaches around you to pinch Seungmin’s nipple, watching his face as it screws up in pleasure, his hips bucking up into yours. The feeling of them both moving was entirely too much for your already tired cunt.
“You’re both so pretty for me. Lying here taking whatever I’m willing to give you,” he hummed, “If only you would both listen to me, you could be feeling this good all the time.” His fingers drift to your clit, pinching it lightly, just enough to send a shiver down your spine as if to drive home his point.
You couldn’t help but clench down hard on their cocks at the feeling, Seungmin’s moans now a constant stream of cries from his lips. You feel Changbin’s hand move to the back of your head, pushing you down to be level with his face, your lips clumsily moving over each other’s.
“You wanted to play together, you can shut him up.” His hands moved to cover Min’s on your hips, his thrusts now deep and unrelenting. “If you’re not ready to come with me in the next thirty seconds, you won’t get anything again until your month is up.”
You moaned into each other’s mouths, tongues sloppily exploring each other. Hands tightened on your hips, thrusts got harder, and the tension finally broke.
Seungmin came first. Painting your walls with his come again, pushing himself as deep as he could before letting go.
Changbin was next. Coming the second he felt your boyfriend’s hot come surrounding his cock inside you.
And you hurtled over the edge into bliss at the feeling of being stuffed full of come from the two people you care for most in this world.
You lay there for a couple of minutes to catch your breath before muscles were beginning to cramp. Changbin pulled out of you oh so gently, his thumb stroking over your back as he did so. His breath shaking slightly as he sees your mixed release running out of your throbbing core.
Seungmin followed quickly after, you completely relaxing against his chest, breath heaving at the feeling of how empty you now were.
The bed dipped as you and Seungmin flitted into your own little overstimulated world, faintly hearing the tap running in the ensuite before you felt a warm washcloth gently wiping at you both, cleaning you up the best he could in your positioning.
You felt your silk ties become loose around your wrists before falling off together, strong sure hands coming to rub gently at them, ensuring proper blood flow.
He moved slowly but surely, rippling arms moving you on to your front on the soft bedding, feeling him turning Seungmin to, your asses up, hands somehow interlocking to feel some sort of connection as Changbin began to apply cream to your welts.
He slowly kissed up Seungmin’s spine before reaching his face, tilting his head to kiss him properly, “Good job baby, I’m so proud of you.” Seungmin purred happily in response, pressing one last quick peck to his boyfriend’s lips.
He shifted to kiss up your spine next, a shiver running down it when you feel the sincerity of it. Tilting your head to meet his plush lips in a kiss full of reassurance. “You did so well for me princess, took us so well, pushed yourself for us.” You hummed at his words, making you feel a soft bubbly feeling over your body.
You leaned over to kiss Seungmin properly now, pecking him one last time before you grabbed Changbin to lie in between you, snuggling up to him in your cosy bed, ready to ride out your blissed out feeling together.
But you couldn’t help but smirk into his strong arm.
“So what were you saying about one month?”
Tag list: @ikkeawd, @shynotded, @lplondynnwoo, @http-darkhope, @hlanalovelee, @liv123sworld, @rafesbunniebby, @volcanohan
You decide it's a good idea to try out an aphrodisiac chocolate before Minho has to go on stage
pairing: Minho x fem!reader
genre: established relationship, idol!Minho, smut smut smut
rating: explicit, 18+, minors do not interact
word count: 2.2k
warnings: the only thing I will ever deadname is twitter, tw for drugs I guess? aphrodisiacs are drugs when in chocolate I think? anyway, overuse of the nickname jagi (sorry), dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (don't), blonde Minho is the death of me
A/N: Requests are always open! Dedicated to Lino anon, who without I may not even written anymore, as well as the lovely person who requested this about half a year ago. If its shit I'm sorry, I'm a little rusty
Masterlist
Your sex life with Minho has always been quite exciting. Sex on the balcony of your hotel room, sucking him off while he’s on important phone calls, spanking you until you can’t sit down properly. So when he suggested that you try these chocolates that a friend suggested to him, you were more than interested.
Although you both were slightly more than skeptical, aphrodisiacs were not known for working very well, you decided to take them anyway. ‘Take three hours before the intended time of intercourse’ was what the box suggested. So when you both took your own heart shaped chocolate and you kissed goodbye before he left to perform his second to last concert of the tour, you both thought nothing of it.
You knew the show had ended when a blunt text came from him saying he was on his way back, unusual but you didn’t think too much about it. You instead decided to look through some of the videos that fans had posted on Twitter about the concert. You couldn’t help but feel arousal begin to stir in your stomach as you watched him dancing, his thighs flexing, tongue out, eyes you’ve seen over and over again in your bedroom. Fuck he’s beautiful.
However you did notice a common thread throughout the posts online. ‘Minho is acting really weird tonight’, ‘Lee know keeps readjusting his pants, another stylist issue again 🙄’, ‘They did the usual saying goodbye to the camera and instead of hanging around he ran off stage like someone was chasing him. So strange I hope he’s okay’. The more you read, the more worried you were getting, hoping the chocolate hadn’t given him any adverse side effects. The box did say not everyone reacts the same.
When you heard the beep of the hotel room door opening, you got up from the bed, a bathrobe tied around your lingerie clad body, now more worried about your boyfriend than you were about your arousal that was dripping into your black lace panties.
He rounded the corner, practically bumping into you, blonde hair messy like he had been running his fingers through it all night, his eyes practically black from how intense they were, and pants so tight that you could practically see his full imprint from outside his jeans.
Oh.
You couldn’t help but let out a giggle when you put together all of the concerned tweets and your new found information by looking at your very pent up boyfriend.
The glare you received could kill you on the spot right then and there.
“It’s not funny. It said three hours. I was hard like thirty minutes after I left you.” he grumbled, taking off his jacket and shoes with an urgency.
You raised an eyebrow as his shirt fell into a puddle on the floor beside your feet, his hands going to his belt. “What? No leading up to it? No sweeping me off my feet?”
His jeans hit the floor and he let out a frustrated growl, his hands reaching for the belt of your bathrobe.
He pulled it from your shoulders, letting out a breathy ‘fuck’ at the sight of you in lingerie that he hadn’t seen before. Pulling you close with his hands around your waist he whispered, “You’re going to kill me.”
His rough hands held you tightly, one making its way down to squeeze your lace covered ass. You let out a squeal when your feet lifted off the ground, your back hitting the bedsheets a moment later. Pressing himself between your thighs, his arms came up to cage around your head to press a long and desperate kiss to your lips, his hips pressing into you, letting you feel him throbbing with need against you.
“Is this sweeping you off your feet enough?” he breathes out, rolling his boxer covered hips against you and letting out an uncharacteristic whine. You can’t keep your smile at bay at the sound, leaning up into him to kiss his lips. His hips roll into you again. “Jagi, if I’m not inside you in the next thirty seconds I’m going to combust, cry, or it’s going to fall off. Maybe all three.”
You let out a breathy laugh at his whining, wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed your hips up into him in reply. His hands began exploring with rough need, making their way down your body, squeezing your breasts through the lace on the way down. His fingers hooked in either side of your waist band, tugging your panties off your feet, his breath hitching as he gets a proper look at you. You’re soaked.
“You’re good at pretending you’re not as needy as me,” he smiles down at you, his thumb running through your wetness to rub a few circles around your clit, a moan leaving your lips. Bringing his thumb up to his plump lips, he wraps them around it as he groans at the taste of you.
“Later.” he promises, as he pushes your thighs closer to you, opening you up to him. Pressing close, you feel his tip collect your arousal before pressing into you. Your back arching into him, a whine leaving your mouth as you felt him stretch you out, your eyes rolling back into your head as you feel him keep pressing on without giving you time to adjust. Your nails raked down his biceps as he finally bottomed out.
“Fuck,” he moaned, relishing in the feeling of finally being inside you after hours of what felt like torture. He pulls his hips back slowly before pushing back in, a steady rhythm building, whimpers and groans leaving both your lips simultaneously.
You didn’t realise just how much the chocolate had affected you, feeling the heat in your stomach tightening already. Minho’s thumb meets your clit again, rubbing circles on it as his cock reaches an ungodly depth within you. You can’t help but dig your nails into his arms, “Please. Please. Fuck baby, please. I need to come.” you beg, a gasp leaving your lips at how overwhelming it felt to be close, making you wonder how intense your orgasm was going to be.
You look up at Minho’s face above yours, to be met with a smirk. His thumb pressed circles persistently on your clit, whispering a very cocky, “Come for me jagi.”
You couldn’t even take a breath to be annoyed at his tone as your orgasm ripped through you. Your walls clenched around him as you felt your climax in every part of your body, a tingling sensation coming in waves through you, your breath caught in your throat. You were hardly aware enough to even notice his hips stuttering before he emptied himself inside of you.
You couldn’t help but squirm when you felt his hips begin to grind into you again, unheard of whines and whimpers leaving his lips. He was still as hard inside you as he was when he started.
Your hips lift to meet his, the usual feeling of overstimulation had not made an appearance, the feeling of arousal flickering with every roll of his very talented hips. You let out a loud cry as the head of his hard cock hits a spot so deep inside you it has your legs clenching around his sides.
“You’re being too loud, jagi.” your boyfriend moans from above you, his thumb coming down to rub over your bottom lip as he says it. He lets out a groan from the depths of his chest when your lips wrap around it, your tongue circling the tip before you suck it gently.
It all happens very quickly. One second you’re whining about the empty feeling as he pulls out of you, the next your face is being pushed into the bedding, your hips being pulled up to meet his very well timed thrust, pushing his throbbing cock back to be within your tight walls.
“You’re a menace,” he breathes into your ear before sucking at your sweet spot just beneath it, causing you to clench around him at the feeling. His rocking hips stilled momentarily as he straightened out his spine, his strong hands keeping your hips still before snapping into you.
His pace was brutal compared to what he had started off with, his grip sure to leave bruises to last a week, your back arching from how deep he felt in you.
You couldn’t tell if it was the chocolate or he was just feeling on his game but it felt like you were ascending into heaven with how each thrust made you feel. His hand moved from your hip to press on your lower back, pushing you into a deeper arch. His next thrust hit your g-spot dead on, ripping a needy whine from your lips.
Your hand blindly reached back automatically, pushing at his lower stomach to slow him down, you felt so overwhelmed from how good it felt. But Minho wasn’t having it, he grabbed your hand and pushed it up your back and held it there, causing you to fall from your hand holding you up, fully at his mercy.
“You’re in the wrong fucking place if you want someone gentle, jagi.” he growled. His pace was merciless, hitting your spot with every thrust that you felt your brain turn to mush and you began to see stars in your vision.
You couldn’t even give him proper warning of your orgasm before you toppled over, your walls clamping down around his unrelenting thrusts.
“Fuck, did you just come? I know you’re sensitive but you can take it.” he grunts, letting your hand fall from your back, pressing your body into the mattress with a strong hand between your shoulder blades, his thrusts not stopping.
His cock did not stop hitting your sensitive g-spot, the overstimulated feeling was overwhelming, you couldn’t even get a word out, and yet his fingers still reached around your body to make contact with your throbbing clit.
“No no more, please. I can’t.” you whimper, your tight cunt clenching around his cock in weak protest.
“I know you have one more for me. Come on jagi, I’m not done yet.” your boyfriend moans into your ear, his body covering yours as his hips fuck his cock deep inside you.
His fingers never cease their delicious circling, his mouth pressing longing kisses to the side of your neck, his cock hitting so deep inside you that you were certain he had never hit before.
It was such a wonderful combination that you couldn’t help but feel your clit twitch in response, a weak moan making its way from your lips subconsciously.
“There we go, you can come for me again can’t you? I want to feel this tight fucking pussy milk me as I fuck you full of my come,” he moaned into your ear.
You could feel your third orgasm build quickly off the last two, a series of whimpers leaving your lips as his thrusts slammed into you now.
All it took to push you over the edge was a strained, “Come jagi,” into your neck.
Your walls fluttered around his cock as you felt him spill himself into you for the second time that night, his teeth biting down into your shoulder as he did, sending a second wave of your climax through your body.
You don’t move. Can’t move really. Minho’s body still on top of yours, your breaths unable to settle, your chests heaving. He barely has the energy to turn the both of you to your sides, throwing his arm around your middle before pressing a kiss to your temple.
He fell into a doze with you still on his hard cock, and his phone on silent in his discarded jeans on the floor with 20 missed calls from management and Chan.
~
The rest of the boys were gathered in Chan’s hotel room. An impromptu movie night which had quickly turned into a betting session when Changbin asked, “Okay but what does everyone think was up with Minho tonight?”
The guesses had ranged anywhere from, ‘Eaten something dicey’ (Felix), to ‘Just in a bad mood’ (Seungmin), and ‘His girlfriend riled him up before he left’ (Hyunjin). The latter was met with disbelief and laughter.
Chan had tried to call him, and then you to ask if you had wanted to watch the movie, as well as he was trying to make sure you were both okay. All of which had gone unanswered.
It wasn’t until an hour into the movie that they received a knock on the door, a manager on the other side. “Do you know where Minho is?”
“In his room?” Chan answered, letting the manager come to sit on the couch with the other boys.
He lets out a sigh as he puts his head in his hands, “Well I’m not going to be the one to go interrupt him. Someone else can be put on that duty.” he mutters to himself.
“Wait what’s happening?” Felix asked, now worried about his band mate.
The manager winces as he answered, “Reception called. The room next to his has filed some very strongly worded noise complaints.”
Groans are heard from every boy except one. Hyunjin.
drabble — jisung loves it when he learned something new about you, and uses it for his own advantage
Han Jisung had noticed it weeks ago.
Every time he buried himself deep inside you, your eyes would drift up from his face to the thin silver chain around his neck. The small pendant, a sleek, smooth obsidian teardrop would swing with every brutal thrust, catching the low light of your bedroom and drawing your gaze like a magnet. Your lips would part, breath hitching, pupils blown wide as you followed its rhythmic dance above you. It was almost like the pendant hypnotized you, pulling your focus even as pleasure wrecked your body.
Tonight, he decided to test just how much power it held.
He had you on your back, thighs spread wide around his hips, his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your walls flutter around him. Sweat glistened on his collarbones. His hips rolled steadily, cock dragging against your walls with every thrust. You moaned, nails digging into his back, but something felt… off.
Your forehead creased in confusion. Your eyes flicked up to his neck, searching. No chain. No pendant. Just smooth, sweat-slick skin and the rapid flutter of his pulse. There was nothing for your gaze to latch onto, nothing to follow, nothing to hypnotize you. Your mind started to wander even as pleasure pulsed through your body. You tried to focus on his face, his dark eyes, his parted lips—but your attention kept drifting back to that empty space where the necklace usually swayed.
Jisung smirked, noticing immediately.
“Something wrong, baby?” he asked, voice laced with teasing as he rolled his hips, grinding against that sweet spot inside you. “You look so distracted tonight.”
You bit your lip, trying to stay focused, but another deep thrust made your eyes flutter. Still, your forehead stayed creased. The pleasure was there, intense and building, but it felt… incomplete. Your mind wouldn’t settle.
He kept going, fucking you with steady, punishing strokes, never reaching for the necklace. Minutes passed. Your breathing grew more erratic, not just from the pleasure, but from the strange restlessness in your head. You couldn’t sink fully into it. Couldn’t let go.
Jisung leaned down, lips brushing your ear as he drove into you harder.
“You’re clenching around me so tight, but your eyes keep wandering. Can’t stop looking for it, huh?”
You whimpered, cheeks burning with embarrassment. He was enjoying this too much. Another particularly deep thrust made you moan loudly, but your mind was still fractured, searching for that missing anchor.
Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ji…” you gasped out, voice shaky and needy between moans. “Where’s your necklace? Please… put it on.”
The words tumbled out before you could stop them. Your voice sounded embarrassingly desperate, even to your own ears. Jisung’s hips stuttered for a second, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
“There it is,” he chuckled darkly, sounding satisfied. “My greedy girl finally admitted it.”
He slowed his thrusts just enough to reach over to the nightstand, grabbing the silver chain. He slipped it around his neck, letting the smooth obsidian pendant settle against his chest. The moment it appeared, your eyes locked onto it like a magnet. The crease in your forehead instantly smoothed out, replaced by that glassy, hypnotized look he loved so much.
“Fuck… there you go,” he groaned, feeling your pussy flutter hard around his cock the second your gaze found the pendant. “That’s what you needed, wasn’t it?”
He started moving again, building back up to a relentless rhythm. The pendant began to swing above you with every powerful thrust, back and forth, catching the light. Your eyes followed it obsessively, pupils blown wide, mind finally quieting as pleasure flooded every nerve.
Jisung gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as he pounded into you.
“Open,” he ordered.You parted your lips instantly. He leaned forward, letting the warm pendant rest on your tongue. Your mouth closed around it, sucking eagerly as he fucked you even harder. The chain tugged against his neck with every brutal snap of his hips, the pendant shifting between your lips in perfect sync with his cock driving deep inside you.
“That’s my good girl,” he growled, voice rough with arousal. “Sucking on it so desperately after pretending you didn’t need it. So fucking hypnotized now, aren’t you?”
Your moans came out muffled and wet around the pendant as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. The relentless rhythm, the thick stretch of his cock, and the warm weight on your tongue completely overwhelmed you.
Jisung’s hand slid up to hold your jaw gently as he railed you. “Cum for me while you’re sucking on it, baby. Let me feel how much better it is when you have this.”
Your orgasm slammed into you hard, body shaking violently as your walls pulsed around him. Jisung groaned loudly, burying himself deep and spilling inside you as he rode out both your highs, the pendant still trapped between your eager lips.
When he finally pulled back, the glistening pendant slipped from your mouth with a wet pop. He looked down at your blissed-out face with a proud, predatory smile.
a/n : thought of this while on my 12 hour shift I NEEEEEEED
the day had taken its toll on you. your legs sore with every minute that you had to stay standing, your feet throbbing in your shoes that now suddenly felt too small for you. you just wanted to go home, why did you agree to overtime in the first place?
the only thing keeping you going through the long hours was knowing that your boyfriend was home and waiting for you. knowing that, it made the minutes go by a little quicker, just a little. you called chan on the drive home, your voice weak and tired after hours of having to deal with customers.
“hi baby!” his bubbly voice immediately lifted your mood, he always had a way of comforting you without even knowing it.
you sighed a little, feeling your shoulders relax knowing that you were in his company even if just over the phone, “hi channie, i’m on my way, i should be home soon.”
he noticed your tired tone, “long day honey?”
“very.”
you could hear him smile over the phone, “i’ll be here for you baby i can help you relax.” you could hear the teasing tone in his words and your stomach flipped at the thought of what he was hinting to.
when you finally made it home and pushed open the door you saw him sitting there, spread out on the couch, waiting for your arrival.
“y/n’s home!” he announced to no one in particular, he motioned for you to come over.
you did so without even realizing, your feet drifting you over and you felt like you were floating towards him. you collapsed onto his lap, letting your body melt against his as you sighed deeply, inhaling his scent. chans arms reached to wrap around you, pulling you in closer to his chest as he rubbed soothing circles on your back.
“i’ve missed you,” you mumbled against the soft fabric of his shirt, “today’s sucked.”
he giggled quietly, “i know honey, but you’re home now you can finally relax.”
you felt every muscle relax against him as he hummed lowly, the vibration in his chest letting all your worries melt away. but there was still an ache. an ache between your thighs. slowly, you were still sore from work, you rearranged so you were straddling chans thigh.
he tried to stutter out a question asking what you were doing, but he got the hint when you pressed your warm heat against his jeans. you gasped a little at the sensation, pressing your clothed pussy harder, feeling the ripples in his jeans catch just right on your clit.
he clicked his tongue, “such a needy girl.” he bounced his leg a tiny bit, just enough that your breath hitched.
you moaned as he bounced a bit more, you began to grind down, dragging your hips across his leg. you even reached down to pull your panties aside, letting your bare pussy now make contact with his pants. your wetness left a trail across his fabric, staining it with your lust.
you reached out to grab at his big shoulders to stabilize yourself, your hips picking up their pace as he bounced his leg faster. your moans grew more desperate, more broken as you chanted out his name like a sacred prayer. you had no idea how your legs were still keeping up with you given you had been on your feet for 12 hours but it seemed for chan, you always had extra energy for.
“let yourself go for me pretty girl, use me to pleasure your little pussy.” he groaned out, his hands going down to your hips to help move you along.
you whimpered, your voice giving out as your orgasm got closer, “fuck channie! ah-feels so good!” your grip on his shoulder tightened, your nails leaving little crescent moons through his shirt.
your hips dug down, rubbing your poor, sensitive, little clit across his jeans, your arousal leaking through his pants and now coating his skin. one of his arms reached up to pull you into his chest, holding you close to his heart while his other hand remained planted on your hips, guiding you. his shirt became damp with your drool, your tongue sticking out slightly as your moans shamelessly rang out.
“g-gonna cum! channie ‘m gonna…”
he squeezed you close, pressing his lips against your head, “cum for me baby. cum on my leg, make yourself feel good.”
you turned your face, burying it in his shirt as you cried out, your orgasm hitting you hard after such a rough day. your hips shook in his grasp, your grip on his shoulder faltering as you felt your body completely relax. your pussy left pretty white streaks across his jeans, marking him as yours. as your twitching grew more aggressive with overstimulation, his grip loosened, letting you crawl into his lap as he cradled you.
“did so good for me,” he mumbled into your hair, “pretty girl just needed to relax yea?” he rocked you gently, massaging your sore muscles as you slowly lulled off to sleep.
Summary: Han likes you and you can’t believe it. Harsh words from the outside lead to extreme measures to feel worthy. Spoiler alert: you always were.
Warnings: MDNI suggestive language, reader develops an (implied) eating disorder, so much angst, poor mental health, reader has very unhealthy self-talk. PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU WILL BE TRIGGERED.
Word count: 11.2k.
a/n: this was my first ever request, and it was from the lovely @ilovesungie! Sorry Aish, I took your request and ran with it until it became it's very own full length fic! Even though it's full of angst, I tried to make the ending as beautiful and authentic as I could!
You’d always been on the larger side, ever since you were a child. Whilst boys were crushing on your friends, you fell easily into the role of the funny one, the one there to break the ice. As you grew up, you got used to watching from the sidelines as girls got the guys they liked, and you didn’t.
It wasn’t that nobody ever liked you. At least, that’s what your friends insisted.
“You just don’t notice it.”
“You’re intimidating.”
“People assume you’re already taken.”
The excuses changed depending on who was saying them, but none of them ever felt true. The truth was much simpler. You weren’t the girl people noticed first. So eventually, you stopped expecting them to notice at all… Which was why meeting Han felt so ridiculous.
People like Han weren’t supposed to exist in your life. He was famous, and not to mention beautiful - the kind of beautiful that made people stop walking when he appeared on a screen. Even before he debuted, before the awards and world tours and screaming fans, he’d been attractive. The cameras only amplified it. You, meanwhile, worked a normal job, lived in a normal flat, and spent most evenings convincing yourself that takeaways counted as cooking. Your worlds should never have crossed. Yet somehow, they did.
It started when your company partnered with his agency for a promotional campaign. You’d been assigned to help coordinate schedules. It was nothing glamorous - mostly emails, spreadsheets, and trying not to scream whenever deadlines changed at the last second.
The first time you met him in person, you’d expected arrogance, or at least indifference. Instead, he walked into the conference room, immediately bowed to everyone present, and introduced himself as though nobody knew who he was.
“Hi, I’m Han.”
As if he wasn’t one of the most recognisable idols in the world.
The room practically melted around him, colleagues flocking to meet his every whim (not that he had any, he was too humble for that). You remained determinedly professional… For approximately seven minutes. Then he ruined that professionalism you were striving for by making a joke. A joke that your brain found funny enough to snort out loud at. Before you could die of embarrassment, Han was grinning and chuckling at your reaction.
Before long, he was sitting beside you instead of across the room. The whole thing felt suspicious, especially when he was even more kind than he had first appeared.
Months passed as the campaign continued. You had expected to work quietly in the background, taking notes and turning them into ideas for him to pitch to his management. Han, however, seemed to have other ideas. It started with him constantly finding reasons to talk to you, about both work and you. He’d stop by your desk, drinks in hand for both of you, like he was the employee. You were mortified the first time he did it, telling him that it should have been the other way around, but he’d simply smiled and carried on each day like he hadn’t heard you the first time.
The time at your desk coincided with evening text messages about work-related questions that absolutely could have been emails. The conversations developed into an easy friendship when he’d ask how your day was or remember details from previous conversations.
The first time he brought you a snack without asking what you liked, you nearly accused him of witchcraft.
“You remembered my favourite snack?”
He looked genuinely confused and slightly offended. “Of course I remembered.”
He said it like it was obvious, as though remembering things about you wasn’t unusual.
You spent weeks convincing yourself he was just friendly - months, actually - because the alternative was absurd. The alternative was believing that someone like Han, who was handsome, talented, and adored by millions, might actually enjoy your company. So, whenever your colleagues raised their eyebrows, you ignored them. Whenever he sought you out in a crowded room, you dismissed it. Whenever your stomach fluttered, you told yourself it meant nothing.
Then came the night everything fell apart. Or rather, everything changed.
The team had gone out after a successful event. Most people were drinking, and music played softly in the background. You’d shaken your head and smiled softly to yourself as you realised it was Han’s music playing, before slipping outside for air, enjoying the peace and quiet.
A few minutes later, the door opened behind you, and Han stepped onto the balcony. You immediately sighed and turned back to the view, avoiding his gaze.
“There are like thirty people inside.”
“And?”
“Yet somehow you found me.”
He smiled. “I was looking for you.”
Your heart betrayed you with a violent thud, and you shifted on your feet, ignoring the warmth his simple words brought to you. The city lights stretched endlessly beneath you, and you found yourself wanting to know-
“Why?”
The question came out before you could stop it, and you regretted asking when Han went quiet, face solemn when you glanced at him quickly from the corner of your eye.
“Do you really not know?”
You laughed - a short, humourless sound. “No.”
He stared at you, and for the first time since you’d met him, he looked frustrated.
“Why is it so hard for you to believe someone could like you?”
The words hit harder than they should have, and you tensed at his directness. Years of being overlooked surfaced instantly, and you crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to put a barrier between yourself and the awkwardness you felt as you replied.
“Because that’s not how my life works.”
Han’s expression softened immediately, and you hated how close his pity looked to kindness.
“You think I haven’t noticed you making yourself smaller in every room you walk into?” he asked quietly.
Your throat tightened enough that you couldn’t answer. For years, without realising it, you’d learnt to make yourself small, to blend into the background rather than risk standing out and attracting attention.
Han took a step closer, and your breath hitched as he started talking, taking another step towards you with every compliment he gave you.
“You make everyone laugh.”
“You’re kind.”
“You’re smart.”
Your eyes burned, and you felt the need to interrupt him, not knowing how to process what he was saying.
“Han—”
“And you’re beautiful.”
The words stole every thought from your head, and you actually laughed at the impossibility of the situation; at the fact that this man had come into your life months ago and was now calling you beautiful when no one else ever had before.
Han didn’t laugh with you; he simply looked at you. His gaze was steady, his eyes certain. His expression showed that he couldn’t understand why you were questioning it, as though it should be the most obvious thing in the world to you.
The silence stretched between you before Han closed the final distance between you, reaching to slide his fingers between your own gently before asking:
“Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get you to notice I’m flirting with you?”
Your jaw dropped at his words, and Han groaned dramatically and covered his face.
“See? This is exactly what I mean.”
Despite yourself, another laugh escaped - a real one this time - and when Han peeked through his fingers and saw you smiling, his own grin returned instantly. He leaned against the railing, tilting his head at you as he spoke again.
"So."
"So."
He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Now that we've established what I think about you..."
Your heart began hammering. "Right."
His eyes met yours, and suddenly this felt very real. You could no longer tell yourself that he was just being nice, no longer write off his seeking you out.
"I like you," he said quietly.
The words settled over you, no room for misunderstanding, and it felt even scarier than all the flirting you’d missed.
You looked down at where your fingers were still laced together. "I don't really know what to say."
"That's okay."
"No, it's not."
You laughed nervously. "I should probably have a normal response."
Han's expression softened. "There's no normal response."
You took a breath, then another, trying to shift the heavy sensation in your chest. It was something you'd been carrying for weeks – months, maybe – without ever properly acknowledging it.
"I think..." you started.
The words immediately disappeared, doubt catching your tongue and forcing the words back. Han waited patiently, though, face calm and eyes understanding.
You tried again. "I think part of the reason I didn't realise you were flirting..."
Your fingers twisted together as you forced the second part of your sentence out, your face heating at your own honesty.
"...was because I couldn't imagine why you'd flirt with me."
His face fell slightly, but you hurried on. "I know you must hate it when I say things like that."
"I do."
"I know." You smiled weakly, barely holding eye contact. "But it's true."
The confession tasted awful. It was embarrassing, leaving a new feeling of vulnerability, but you had to be honest. Han remained quiet, listening to what you had to say.
"Every compliment just got filed under 'Han is nice.'"
A small laugh escaped him. "That explains a lot."
"Right?"
"A concerning amount, actually."
You laughed, but your smile faded just as quickly as it had appeared. "Because if I admitted you might mean it..." Your voice softened. "I'd have to admit that I wanted you to."
Han froze, expression shocked. The words hung in the air, and your heart immediately tried to evacuate your body.
"Oh, God." You covered your face, releasing his hand as you did so. "I wasn't planning on saying that."
Han's eyes widened. "You weren't?"
"No."
"You just accidentally confessed?"
"Apparently."
A grin began spreading across his face, and you groaned.
"Please don't look so happy."
"I can't help it."
"Han."
"You like me."
Your entire face burned. "You already knew that."
"I suspected." He pushed himself away from the railing. "But hearing it is different."
You peeked through your fingers and smiled at the look of pure delight on Han’s face.
"You really had no idea?" he asked.
You lowered your hands. "No."
"Not even a little?"
"No."
Han shook his head. "Incredible."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment."
"I know."
The two of you laughed, and as it faded, you realised that he was suddenly standing closer. Not close enough to overwhelm you, just enough that you could see the warmth in his eyes and the way he looked at you. Like he genuinely couldn't believe this was happening either.
"You know," he said softly, "I've liked you for a while."
Your stomach flipped. "How long?"
Han winced. "Long enough that your colleagues threatened intervention."
You burst out laughing, but you felt your face flush bright red at how oblivious you must have really been.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Oh, my God."
"They were tired of seeing me all the time."
You shook your head and giggled. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The city lights still glowed around you, and music still drifted faintly through the doors, but it felt different now than a few minutes ago. Like maybe the lights were that little bit brighter, the music that little bit sweeter.
You swallowed before reaching out and taking his hand once again. His eyes immediately dropped to where your fingers intertwined, and you were over the moon to see a smile tug at his lips.
"Hi," you said softly.
Han laughed. "Hi."
"I like you, too."
His smile grew. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
His fingers squeezed yours, and for a second, he looked so ridiculously happy that you couldn't stop smiling back.
The second you walked back into the party together, every coherent thought vanished from your head. Han was still smiling - not his usual bright, mischievous smile – but a softer one. The kind that kept appearing every time he looked at you (which was constantly). The noise of the party washed over you as people greeted you both.
Someone called Han’s name from across the room, and he answered without taking his eyes off you. You tried not to notice, but you failed. Completely.
“Are you alright?” he asked quietly.
You looked up, and his expression immediately softened.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You look overwhelmed.”
“Maybe because you confessed your feelings to me ten minutes ago.”
His ears turned pink; the sight made something warm bloom in your chest.
“Fair.”
Before you could react, his hand settled gently against the small of your back. The touch wasn’t possessive or demanding. It was almost hesitant, as if he were checking whether you would pull away. You didn’t, and Han visibly relaxed.
“Come on.”
You followed him farther into the room and quickly discovered that, now that he’d admitted his feelings, he apparently had no intention of pretending otherwise. At all. When people spoke to you, Han drifted closer. When the crowd became busy, his hand found your waist. When somebody squeezed between you, he immediately moved back beside you again. You weren’t even sure he realised he was doing it. It seemed instinctive, natural even. As though being near you was simply where he wanted to be.
The longer the evening went on, the bolder he became.
At one point, you were standing beside the drinks table listening to a story from one of your colleagues. Han appeared beside you, close enough that your shoulders touched. You tried (and failed) not to react as his hand brushed yours. Once. Twice. A third time. Until eventually his fingers hooked loosely around yours.
Your entire train of thought derailed as you stared at your joined hands, Han following your gaze.
“Oh.”
He sounded completely unashamed. “Sorry.”
He made absolutely no effort to let go.
You looked up. “Han.”
“What?”
“You aren’t sorry.”
A grin spread across his face. “No.”
You laughed despite yourself.
The colleague speaking to you rolled their eyes dramatically. “Are we interrupting something?”
Both of you froze, and Han looked delighted. You, on the other hand, wanted the floor to swallow you whole. The colleague laughed and wandered away before either of you could answer. The moment they disappeared, Han leaned closer.
“I think they know.”
“You think?”
His shoulders shook with quiet laughter. God. You were never going to survive this.
As the evening continued, more people joined conversations and drifted away. Han never strayed far. Not once. If he were talking to somebody else, he somehow remained beside you. If someone pulled him into another conversation, his hand would find your arm before he moved away. There was always a brief touch, always a silent reassurance that he’d be right back.
And every single time, he came back.
You were standing with a small group near the balcony doors when somebody asked Han a question. His answer was automatic, distracted, because he was looking at you. Again.
You finally shook your head. “What?”
His smile appeared instantly. “I like looking at you.”
The conversation around you stopped dead. Your eyes widened at the same time that Han realised what he’d said, tips of his ears turning red.
The group immediately erupted into laughter. “You are down catastrophically.”
Han groaned. “I’m aware.”
“You said that out loud.”
“I’m aware.”
You covered your face, but he gently pulled your hands away, murmuring, “Don’t hide.”
“I’m hiding.”
“No.”
“Han.”
His grin softened, and for a brief moment, with everyone else fading into the background, he squeezed your hand. Just once. A quiet little gesture that somehow felt more intimate than all the flirting. The party continued around you, yet somehow, the two of you seemed caught inside your own little bubble. One where every smile lasted too long, every glance lingered, and every accidental touch became deliberate.
Hours passed far more quickly than they should have. Eventually, you checked the time and realised how late it was.
“I should probably head home.”
Han looked disappointed immediately. The expression appeared so quickly that you almost laughed. “Already?”
“It’s late.”
“You’ve become incredibly responsible.”
“Someone has to be.”
“Certainly not me.”
You rolled your eyes, but he smiled. Then, without thinking, his hand found yours again, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. The tiny movement made your pulse stumble.
“Can I walk you home?”
The question came out quieter than everything else he’d said all evening. For the first time since his confession, he actually seemed nervous.
You looked at him, at the way his fingers tightened slightly around yours, at the hopeful expression he was trying and failing to hide. Suddenly, the answer felt easy.
“Okay.”
His entire face lit up, and the smile that followed was so bright it was impossible not to smile back.
“Okay?”
“Yes, Han.”
He laughed before he squeezed your hand once more and reached for your coat.
"Wait here for a minute?"
You nodded.
The work party was beginning to wind down. People were collecting coats, finishing drinks, and exchanging goodbyes.
Han smiled. "I'll just say goodbye to your colleagues before they think I've kidnapped you."
You laughed. "Very considerate."
"I know." He leaned down slightly. "Don't disappear."
The warmth that had become so familiar over the last few weeks spread through your chest.
"I won't."
Satisfied, Han headed across the room, immediately getting intercepted by three different people. You smiled to yourself and wandered towards the front door, eyes on his face as he laughed at what one of your colleagues had said.
It still felt surreal - the fact that Han liked you, that he held your hand without hesitation, that he looked at you the way he did.
You were so distracted by your thoughts that you almost didn't notice someone approaching. A woman stopped beside you. She was pretty, beautiful even. She looked like every inch of her was perfectly styled, an expensive-looking dress adorning her perfect figure. She was the kind of woman who seemed effortlessly put together.
She smiled, and at first glance, she seemed friendly.
"You must be Y/N."
"Oh." You smiled politely. "Yeah."
"I'm Ara."
You didn't recognise the name. "Oh, nice to meet you."
Her smile remained in place, though something about it felt slightly forced. "I've known Han for years."
"Oh." You brightened immediately. "Really?"
"Since before all this."
You nodded. "That's nice."
Ara glanced across the room to where Han was talking, then back at you. "So, how did this happen?"
Something about her tone made your stomach tighten.
"What?"
"You and Han."
She gestured vaguely between you.
You laughed awkwardly. "I don't know."
"No, seriously." Her smile sharpened. "I genuinely don't understand."
The warmth in your chest began cooling. "Oh."
Ara folded her arms. "I mean, Han's always had options."
You stared at her. The comment landed heavily, and you instantly started doubting yourself yet again. Maybe she didn't mean it badly? Maybe—
"He usually dates models."
Never mind.
Your stomach dropped, and you looked away, from both her and Han. "Oh."
Ara gave a small shrug. "Not that looks are everything."
The classic phrase people said right before making looks everything. You suddenly felt very aware of yourself - of your dress and the body contained in it, and of every insecurity you'd managed to ignore tonight.
"I just think everyone's surprised."
She said it casually, like she was discussing the weather. As if she wasn't twisting something sharp directly into your ribs.
Your throat felt tight. "Right."
"Like genuinely shocked." Ara laughed lightly, continuing. "I mean, when he first mentioned you, I thought he was joking."
The words hit harder than you wanted them to, because they sounded suspiciously similar to things you'd told yourself. Things you'd believed. Things you were still trying to unlearn.
She tilted her head. "Don't you think it's strange?"
You frowned. "What?"
"That someone like Han would suddenly be interested in someone like—"
She stopped, looking you up and down, her perfectly manicured eyebrow arching in thinly veiled disgust. The unfinished sentence somehow hurt more than if she'd said it.
For a second, you couldn't speak. Your chest felt hollow. This was exactly what you'd always feared everyone was thinking. Exactly what the cruel voice in your head whispered whenever Han looked at you. The only difference was that now someone had actually said it aloud.
Ara sighed dramatically. "I'm just looking out for him."
Your jaw tightened. "Looking out for him?"
"Of course." She smiled again. "I'm his friend."
Friend.
The word felt ridiculous. Friends didn't speak about people like this.
"You know," she continued, "I just think he's getting caught up in attention."
Your eyes snapped back to hers. "Attention?"
"Well." She shrugged. "People like being needed."
The implication hit immediately - that Han pitied you, that he was rescuing you, that whatever existed between you couldn't possibly be real. Your stomach twisted painfully, and for a moment, you couldn't think of a response. You couldn't figure out what to say, because part of you hated how much it hurt, how easily her words found every insecurity you'd ever had.
By the time she walked away, your stomach felt sick. You hated how much her words hurt, hated that a stranger had managed to find every insecurity you’d spent years burying.
Han appeared across the room, smiling as he looked for you. For one awful second, relief had surged through you. Until he reached her, and she smiled up at him. Until he pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek. It was a normal greeting between close friends, a completely innocent interaction. But through the lens she’d handed you? It looked devastating.
She fit beside him, looked right beside him. They looked like celebrities did in magazines and couples did in advertisements. Ara looked like a girl who always got chosen. And suddenly you were fifteen again, standing against the wall at a school dance, watching somebody prettier get everything you’d secretly wanted.
The ache in your chest became unbearable, and you made the quick decision to leave. You slipped out before Han could reach the door, before he could find you. Before you could embarrass yourself any further.
The cool night air hit your face immediately. You walked faster, then faster still. As though distance could somehow stop the hurt. Your phone buzzed once in your pocket, but you ignored it. You ignored it the next four times they buzzed, too.
By the time you reached your flat, your eyes were burning. You kicked off your shoes and immediately headed for your bedroom. Your phone was buzzing nonstop now, and you finally gave up, pulling it out of your pocket with a frustrated groan.
Han: Where did you go?
Han: I can’t find you.
Han: Are you okay?
Han: Did something happen?
Han: Please answer.
You stared at the screen, reading the messages again and again. Your thumb hovered over the keyboard, then locked the phone instead, because what were you supposed to say?
Your friend pointed out everything I’ve spent my entire life believing about myself, and now I think you’re going to realise she was right?
The thought was pathetic, humiliating even. So instead, you curled up beneath your duvet, fully dressed, and tried not to cry. Your phone rang again and again, the screen lighting up over and over until eventually it stopped. Silence settled over the room, only broken by your uneven breathing. You stared at the ceiling, willing yourself not to cry or to think. Willing yourself not to imagine Han laughing with her right now, no doubt looking at her the way someone should.
Your phone buzzed one final time, and you froze at the voicemail notification.
Han.
You knew it would be him, just like you knew you shouldn’t listen. The sensible thing would be to delete it, to ignore it. Pretend it didn’t exist. Instead, ten minutes later, you found yourself staring at the notification like it had personally offended you. Then another five minutes passed, followed by another. Eventually, you decided that you couldn’t avoid it any longer and, with a shaky breath, you pressed play.
For a second, there was only background noise – music, voices, the sounds of the party. Then Han sighed, and your chest tightened instantly.
“Hey.”
His voice sounded breathless, like he’d been moving around looking for you.
“I don’t really know if you’re listening to this, but I’m hoping you are.”
There was more muffled noise followed by a door opening somewhere in the background. The music became quieter, and you realised that Han had clearly stepped outside.
“You disappeared.” His voice softened as he continued, “And that’s not like you.”
You squeezed your eyes shut.
“I’ve checked every room in this building.”
A small laugh escaped him, but it sounded tired.
“I even checked the bathrooms.”
His tone changed to a more serious one. “I know something happened. Maybe I’m wrong, but you looked different before you left.”
There was a pause, and it was long enough that you could hear him exhale.
“If somebody said something to you…” His voice faltered. “…I need you to tell me.”
Your throat tightened painfully because somehow, he knew. Not what, but that something had happened.
The recording crackled slightly as he shifted the phone, and his voice came through the phone again, quieter this time.
“I know you don’t see yourself the way other people do.”
Tears immediately blurred your vision. You hated how quickly they came, and you hated how accurately he’d hit the wound.
“But I wish you could see yourself the way I do. Because every time you laugh, I want to be the reason. Every time something good happens, you’re the first person I want to tell. And when I walk into a room…”
His voice softened even further.
“…you’re the person I look for.”
You couldn’t breathe. The room felt too small, too warm. The voicemail continued regardless.
“No matter how many people there are. No matter how famous they’re supposed to be.”
He paused again at the end of the phone before letting out a soft sigh.
“I don’t care about any of that. I care about you.”
The words landed directly in the centre of your chest. There was no hesitation or embarrassment, just certainty in his voice, as though they were the easiest truth he’d ever spoken.
The recording went quiet for a moment, and when Han spoke again, his voice sounded smaller somehow. More vulnerable.
“I don’t know why you left. I just know that you looked upset… And I hate the idea of you sitting alone somewhere thinking you have to deal with that by yourself.”
Your vision blurred completely at his words, and you were struggling to hold back your sobs as you finished the message.
“If you want space, I’ll give you space. But please don’t think you have to disappear.”
The final words came softly, almost hesitantly.
“As much as you don’t seem to believe it… I really, really like you.”
There was a brief silence from the other end of the line before he huffed out a small, nervous laugh.
“God, that sounded awful.”
Despite everything, a watery laugh escaped you. The recording ended a second later, and your room fell silent once again. You stared at your phone through tear-filled eyes. No matter how hard you tried, no matter how loudly that cruel voice echoed in your head, you couldn’t stop replaying one thought.
Han had spent the entire evening surrounded by some of the most beautiful people in the industry. And yet when he’d realised you were gone…
You were the person he’d looked for.
The following morning, your thumb hovered over Han’s contact. You should call him; you knew that. You should tell him what happened, what she’d said. Give him a chance to explain.
Instead, you scrolled past his name, past the missed calls and the messages. And stopped on another contact.
Sarah.
You hadn’t spoken properly in months - years, maybe – not beyond birthday messages and the occasional comment on social media. But she’d been there for all of it: school, college, the endless years of being overlooked. If anyone would understand why you were spiralling, it would be her.
So, you called her.
The line rang twice before she answered.
“Hey, stranger.”
Her cheerful voice almost made you cry.
“Hi.”
Immediately she paused. “Oh.”
You heard concern enter her voice.
“What’s happened?”
The words poured out before you could stop them, and you found yourself telling her everything. You told her about meeting Han and working together. About the flirting that you’d mistaken for kindness until the confession. Your voice had cracked as you told her about the party and Ara, about the comments that had left you cut up inside.
Sarah listened quietly throughout, only making the occasional noise to show she was still there. By the end, your throat hurt, and you sat anxiously as silence stretched between you before she finally spoke up again.
“Can I be honest?”
Something in her tone made your stomach drop, and you sat up straighter in preparation.
“Sure.”
A sigh crackled down the line before she started talking. “I think that girl was harsh.”
You nodded immediately. “Exactly.”
“But…”
The word hit like ice water. Your grip tightened on the phone as you waited for her to carry on.
“Sarah?”
She hesitated long enough that you already knew you weren’t going to like what came next.
“I kind of understand what she meant.”
The room suddenly felt very still.
“What?”
“I’m not saying she’s right,” Sarah said quickly. “I’m just saying…”
She trailed off, then tried again.
“Han’s a celebrity.”
You stared at the wall, feeling the pain creep back into your chest, into your heart. “And?”
“And look at the women around him.”
Your chest tightened because you knew where this was going. You hated that you knew.
“Sarah—”
“They’re gorgeous.”
There it was. The familiar ache, the familiar humiliation. The same thing you’d heard your entire life. They were different words, but the message was always the same.
Sarah laughed awkwardly before continuing. “You’ve always been insecure about this stuff.”
The comment stung because she sounded so certain, like she’d always known. Like everyone had.
“I mean…” She hesitated but decided to continue. “You remember school.”
Your stomach dropped because, of course, you remembered school. You remembered everything. Every dance. Every crush. Every time a boy wanted one of your friends. Never you.
“You were always the funny one.”
Funny. Always funny, but never pretty. Never desirable.
Sarah continued speaking, oblivious to the emotional turmoil she was causing for you. “People loved you because you were easy to be around.”
The words landed wrong, terribly wrong. People loved you because—
Because what?
Because you made them look better? Because you were safe? Because nobody had to compete with you?
A memory surfaced suddenly from when you were sixteen. You were sitting at lunch, listening while your friends complained about boys asking them out. You’d laughed along, making jokes, playing your role as the harmless one. The funny one. The one nobody worried about.
Sarah sighed, bringing you back to the present.
“I’m just worried you’re getting your hopes up.”
You swallowed hard. “What do you mean?”
There was another pause as Sarah debated what to say.
“What if he likes the attention?”
The words hit like a slap. “What?”
“You know how kind people can accidentally lead someone on.”
Your heartbeat thundered in your chest. “He told me he likes me.”
“He might think he does.”
You closed your eyes, a horrible feeling growing in your chest now. It wasn’t sadness but recognition, because suddenly you weren’t hearing Ara anymore in your head. You were hearing Sarah. And the more she talked, the more something felt wrong.
“Look,” Sarah continued gently, “you’ve never been the type guys go for.”
The room went silent, and your mind ground to a halt. She’d said it so casually, so naturally, as though it were an established fact. As though she wasn’t saying something devastating. As though she’d always believed it.
You thought back over years of friendship, or what you’d assumed was friendship. You thought about all the jokes she’d made. The compliments that never quite felt like compliments. The way she’d introduce you with a “This is my friend. She’s hilarious.”
Never beautiful, or gorgeous.
Never anything else but funny.
The realisation settled slowly, painfully. You’d always thought that Sarah understood your insecurities, but maybe she hadn’t. Maybe she’d helped build them.
Your eyes burned, but on the other end of the line, Sarah kept talking. “You can’t be too proud about these things.”
The phrase caught your attention immediately.
“You’ve got to be realistic.”
Realistic.
Another word you’d heard your entire life. Realistic meant knowing your place, meant expecting less. Realistic meant understanding that some girls got chosen and others didn’t.
You stared at the dark screen of your television at your reflection, and for the first time, another thought crept in. A horrible one. One that hurt more than Ara’s cruelty.
Do they keep me around because I’m safe? Because standing next to me makes them feel prettier? Because I’m useful?
You remembered every time you’d laughed at yourself first. Every joke you’d made at your own expense. Every moment you’d made yourself smaller so everyone else could shine.
Sarah was still speaking when you realised you hadn’t heard a word she’d said for nearly thirty seconds.
“…are you there?”
You blinked. “Yeah.”
Your voice sounded distant, even to your own ears.
“We’re just worried about you.”
We - not I -as though there had always been a group discussion you weren’t part of.As though everyone had reached the same conclusion about you years ago.
You swallowed hard, then looked down at your phone. At the unanswered messages waiting from Han. The voicemail you’d listened to three times already. The man who had spent months choosing your company, looking for you, remembering things about you, caring about you. As you sat there, a question popped into your mind about Sarah.
If someone genuinely cared about you, would they be speaking to you like this? Or had you spent years mistaking familiarity for friendship?
The answer sat heavily in your chest, because for the first time, Sarah sounded an awful lot like the girl at the party.
And neither of them sounded anything like Han.
The first day after the party, you told yourself you just needed time - time to think, and to calm down. To get your head straight before you spoke to Han again.
When the receptionist called to tell you he was downstairs asking for you, you took a shaky breath and said you were in a meeting. It was a blatant lie; you sat at your desk staring blankly at an unopened spreadsheet while your colleague went down instead.
You hated yourself for it.
But not enough to stop.
The second day, he came back. The third day, too. By the fourth, people in the office had started teasing you about it. They weren’t malicious in their teasing; they just walked around with knowing smiles, jokingly asking questions about why a world-famous idol kept appearing at the reception, looking disappointed.
You laughed it off, tried to change the subject. You avoided looking out the window whenever he arrived. But every evening your phone still lit up.
Han: Hope your day wasn’t too awful.
Han: You looked after yourself today?
Han: I miss talking to you.
Han: Did I do something wrong?
That one sat unread for nearly an hour before you finally opened it.
Did I do something wrong?
The answer was no, because Han really hadn’t done anything wrong. That was the problem. If he’d hurt you, this would have been easier, or if he’d lied or mocked you or revealed himself to be cruel, you could have walked away angry. Instead, he’d been kind, but every cruel thing anyone had said about you had started sounding louder than his kindness.
By the end of the week, you were exhausted. Mentally. The constant battle in your head was becoming unbearable - one side replaying Han’s voicemail, the other replaying what Ara had said, the way Sarah had agreed. You were assaulted with every school memory you’d spent years trying to forget.
“Be realistic.”
“Look at the women around him.”
“You’ve never been the type guys go for.”
At some point, the fear stopped being about whether Han liked you and turned into something much uglier. It became about what would happen when he stopped liking you, because he surely would. Sooner or later, once the excitement wore off, he’d realise. Once he looked around and saw all the women who fit naturally into his world - the women who didn’t have to worry about angles in photographs, the women who looked effortless.
The women who belonged.
You found yourself standing in front of your bathroom mirror one morning, staring at every part of yourself. All you could see was your every flaw, every softness, every insecurity. The comments echoed again and again in your skull, poisoning your mind and your eyes and twisting your own body into a source of disgust so profound that you felt sick to your stomach.
By lunchtime, you’d convinced yourself there was only one solution.
Change.
Immediately.
Drastically.
At first, you were just skipping meals. It was nothing major in your mind, just breakfast becoming coffee and lunch becoming “I’m not hungry.” Dinner became something small, easy to control from the safety of your own flat.
The first day of your new routine felt awful; the second was worse. By the third, hunger had become something you almost welcomed. It was a strange sort of punishment. Proof you were trying, fixing yourself. Every ache in your stomach became evidence that you were finally doing something. You were finally becoming better, more worthy of Han’s attention and a place in his world. The scale became the first thing you checked every morning, the number determining your mood for the entire day. If it dropped, relief flooded through you, and if it didn’t, panic followed.
Soon, your entire life began revolving around it. It was an ongoing mess of calories, numbers, and portion control. Excuses became second nature. You stopped meeting friends after work, stopped accepting invitations, and stopped doing things you enjoyed. Everything became secondary to becoming someone who belonged beside Han. It’s all that mattered to you. In your mind, you needed to be the kind of person that nobody would question or laugh at. Someone nobody would pull aside at parties and warn away.
A few weeks after the party, you were sitting alone at your kitchen table when your phone buzzed again.
Han.
You almost ignored it until your eyes landed on the preview on your screen.
Han: I’m worried about you.
Your chest tightened painfully, so you locked the phone, setting it face down as you tried to focus on anything but the man waiting at the other end for a reply.
A few seconds later, more messages arrived. Guilt mixed with panic, and you froze when you read his words.
Han: If you need space, I’ll respect it.
Han: But please stop pretending you’re okay when you’re not.
Your throat burned with emotion because he wasn’t supposed to notice. Nobody had ever noticed. Sure, people noticed when you were funny or when you were useful, and they definitely noticed when you were making everyone else’s lives easier.
They just didn’t notice when you were quietly falling apart.
Yet somehow Han had.
And that made ignoring him infinitely harder.
You pushed away from the table and headed for the bathroom. The scale sat waiting in the corner, calling out to you. You stepped onto it immediately, heart pounding, and watched the numbers settle slightly lower than they had been the day before. It was a tiny amount – barely anything – yet relief flooded through you so intensely that it was almost embarrassing.
There.
See? It was working!
You just had to keep going. Keep trying. Keep fixing yourself. Then maybe one day you’d be the kind of person who deserved someone like Han.
The thought felt comforting for all of three seconds before another memory surfaced of Han’s voice from the voicemail.
“I wish you could see yourself the way I do.”
You stared at your reflection in the mirror. At the tired eyes and the dark circles sat underneath them. The tension in your shoulders made you look small, a perfect manifestation of the way you’d spent the last week shrinking your entire life down to a number on a scale.
For the first time, a quiet, uncomfortable question appeared.
If Han walked through the door right now and saw what you were doing to yourself, would he think you were becoming someone worthy of him? Or would he be heartbroken that you believed you had to?
The wine had been a mistake; you’d known that when you’d poured the second glass and became certain by the third. But for the first time in days, your thoughts had felt quieter. Not gone, just blurred around the edges.
The scale hadn’t given you the result you’d wanted that morning. You’d spent the entire day carrying that disappointment around with you, letting it grow larger and larger until it consumed everything else. By the evening, your flat was silent except for the television playing something you weren’t really watching.
The Sharpie had appeared almost absentmindedly. One moment, it was sitting in a drawer. The next, it was in your hand.
You stood in front of the mirror wearing only a robe, slightly open at the front. You were staring at yourself as you had weeks ago, eyes critical and expression judgmental. The same way you had every day for the last week.
Only this time, you’d started drawing.
It was just a few marks at first – lines, shapes, outlines. An impossible version of yourself sketched directly onto your skin. You drew a body that took up less space that nobody would question. A body that belonged beside Han. The alcohol made it easier to pretend, to stand there and imagine everything outside those lines simply disappearing.
As though life could be that simple.
As though years of insecurity could be solved with a marker pen.
You were so focused on your reflection that the knock at the door nearly made you jump out of your skin. Your heart stopped when it was followed by another, this time louder. You dropped the Sharpie immediately, and panic surged through you because nobody visited unannounced. Nobody.
You fumbled the robe closed and tied it so quickly your fingers slipped twice. There was another knock, and you called out this time.
“Coming!”
Your voice sounded strange, even to your own ears. It was too high, too breathless. You hurried to the door, mentally running through the possibilities of who it could be. Maybe it was your neighbour, or a delivery? Anyone but-
“Han?”
You’d opened the door and froze. Han stood on the other side, and for a second, neither of you spoke. His hair was slightly windswept, jacket hanging open. He looked as though he’d come straight from somewhere else, straight to you.
Your stomach dropped as you realised that this was the first time you’d seen him in weeks, and you weren’t ready for it. It hadn’t been long enough, you hadn’t dieted enough yet. Hadn’t lost enough weight to belong at his side.
“What are you doing here?”
The words came out sharper than intended, a consequence of your inner panic.
Relief flashed across his face despite your tone, like he’d genuinely been worried you wouldn’t answer.
“Hi to you too.”
You tightened your grip on the door. “Han.”
“I got your address from your colleague.”
Of course he had. You made a mental note to murder that colleague later.
“What are you doing here?” you repeated.
His smile faded slightly, realising you weren’t happy to see him, even now. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
You immediately looked away. “No, I haven’t.”
The lie was pathetic, and you both knew it.
Han sighed. “You have.”
An awkward silence settled between the two of you; you didn’t know what to say, how to get out of this without admitting the truth. The hallway suddenly felt too small, too bright. You felt too exposed. Every second he stood there increased your awareness of what was hidden beneath the robe - the marker pen lying abandoned in the bathroom, the lines still covering your skin.
Your pulse hammered. “I’ve just been busy,” you tried.
Han stared at you, then snorted. “You’re a terrible liar.”
Despite everything, a tiny laugh almost escaped you. His expression softened, concern replacing frustration.
“You disappeared.”
Your throat tightened. “I know.”
“You stopped answering my messages.”
“I know.”
“You won’t see me.”
“I know.”
The quiet honesty seemed to catch him off guard. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then Han took a careful step closer.
“Talk to me.”
The gentleness nearly broke you. You looked down at the floor, hiding the glassiness in your eyes.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
Because if you started talking, everything would come out: Ara, Sarah, the dieting, the spiralling. The fact that every time you looked at him, all you could think was that eventually he’ll realise they’re right.
Your eyes burned, and you shook your head. “Please just go home.”
Han’s face fell, and the sight hurt more than you expected. His gaze drifted down from your eyes, and panic sealed your throat shut as it stopped at your neck. You already knew what he’d see but prayed that it was something – anything - else.
A dark line of marker was visible above the collar of your robe, just enough to be noticeable.
Han frowned. “What is that?”
Your stomach dropped. “Nothing.”
His eyes narrowed as you lied again before they moved lower to where another black line disappeared beneath the robe near your ankle.
The colour drained from your face. “No.”
Han’s voice was careful now – confused, concerned when he asked, “What happened?”
You instinctively pulled the robe tighter, trying to hide the lines from view, even though it was too late. “It’s nothing.”
The concern on his face deepened. It was the kind of concern that comes from realising something is very wrong. Not physically, but emotionally… Mentally. The silence stretched, and for the first time since arriving, Han looked genuinely frightened.
Not of you; for you.
“Can I come in?”
You opened your mouth, closed it, and opened it again. Because suddenly all your excuses felt exhausted, all your energy gone. Standing there under his worried gaze, you realised something.
For weeks, you’d been trying desperately to become someone worthy of Han. Meanwhile, Han had spent those same weeks trying desperately to reach the person he already cared about.
The person standing in front of him now.
Not some future version, or some smaller version.
Just you.
The realisation hurt enough to make the tears in your eyes finally spill over, and Han’s expression immediately crumpled.
“Oh.”
His voice softened.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
The endearment shattered what little composure remained. You looked away, embarrassed by the tears, but Han didn’t move, and he didn’t judge or look disgusted. He simply stood there, waiting, like whatever was hidden beneath the robe wasn’t what mattered. Like the thing he cared about was the fact that you’d been hurting alone.
The moment you stepped aside, Han entered the flat without hesitation. The door clicked shut behind him, and for a second, neither of you spoke as you stared at the floor, and he watched you carefully. The silence felt fragile, like just one wrong word could shatter it entirely. You stood awkwardly in the hallway, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, terrified of saying the wrong thing. Terrified of saying anything at all.
Han looked at you for a long moment, then quietly said, “Come here.”
And somehow that was your undoing – not because of the words, but because of the gentleness. The patience. The fact that he wasn’t angry. You crossed the distance before you could stop yourself, and the second his arms wrapped around you, a sob tore from your throat.
Han held you immediately, firmly. You felt safe in his arms as one hand slid to the back of your head, the other settling around your shoulders. You buried your face against him, and for the first time in over a week, you stopped trying to hold yourself together. Everything hurt - your chest, throat, head – from the exhaustion of carrying so much shame around every second of every day. Han just held you through it, asking no questions and making no demands, just providing a steady warmth that you could sink into.
Until that horrible voice slithered back in.
He can feel you.
You froze.
He can feel how big you are.
Your stomach dropped.
He can feel every fat bit of you.
Immediately, panic flooded through you, and you pulled away so suddenly that Han nearly stumbled.
His hands fell away instantly, confusion crossing his face. “Hey—”
You took another step back, then another. “No.”
Your breathing became uneven. “I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
You shook your head violently. Han looked completely lost now, concern replacing confusion.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
His eyebrows rose. “You’ve been avoiding me for over a week.”
You looked away. “Nothing happened.”
“That’s obviously not true.”
You started pacing. The energy felt trapped beneath your skin, like if you stood still for even a second, you’d explode. Han watched carefully, waiting for you to speak. The patience only made it worse, because eventually there was nowhere left to run. Nowhere left to hide.
“It was that party.”
The words came out suddenly, surprising even yourself.
Han straightened, though, latching onto your sudden outburst. “What about it?”
You laughed miserably because if you didn’t laugh, you’d cry. “Your friend.”
Immediately, understanding flashed across his face. You could see that he didn’t understand fully, but enough to help. Enough to get to the bottom of what had been affecting you for weeks.
“Who?”
Ara’s name left your mouth, and Han’s expression darkened instantly.
“What did she say?”
The question was a catalyst to your pain, and everything came spilling out. You told him about the comments she’d made, the implications. You mentioned the warnings that she’d given and explained the way she’d looked at you and how she’d made you feel. You sobbed as you recounted the way you’d watched him hug her afterwards and suddenly felt fifteen years old again, watching prettier girls get everything while you faded into the background.
By the time you finished, your eyes were burning, and Han looked furious. You laughed shakily and dragged a hand through your hair.
“You know the worst part?”
His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing. “What?”
“I believed her.”
The confession hung in the room, raw and ugly. You swallowed hard, knowing that you needed to continue. You wanted him to finally understand after hiding for so long.
“Then I called Sarah.”
Han frowned, confused. “Is that your friend? The one from school?”
You nodded, feeling sick as you admitted, “She agreed.”
The silence that followed was deafening, because saying it aloud somehow made it real. Han stared at you, mouth hanging open, as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Meanwhile, the words you’d spent all week swallowing came rushing out.
“I’ve spent my whole life being the funny friend. The one everyone likes but nobody wants.”
You winced as your voice cracked when tears blurred your vision again, but you had to finish now that you had started.
“And maybe they’re right.”
Han immediately shook his head. “No.”
“Maybe they are.”
“No.”
You laughed bitterly. “Han, look at your life.”
His expression hardened. “I’m looking at you.”
The tears spilt over once again, quieter this time, more resigned. “You don’t understand.”
“Then help me understand.”
The desperation in his voice caught you off guard. You were expecting frustration, maybe anger, but instead, he seemed to genuinely want to know. So, you told him everything, the words tumbling out between sobs.
“I’ve… drawn out in Sharpie - where I’d take the scissors. If that’s what it took for me to look in the mirror.”
Han’s face drained of colour, and your chest hurt at the horror on his face.
“I’ve done every diet to make me look thinner.”
A tear rolled down your cheek as you asked the question that had plagued your mind your whole life.
“So why do I still feel so goddamn inferior?”
The room went completely silent. For a moment, Han didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just stared at you. You could see that he was heartbroken by your words, by your pain. It looked like hearing your words caused him his own physical pain. Then, his gaze slowly dropped. To your robe. To the marker visible at your collar, your wrists, and your ankles.
Realisation dawned on his face, and you let out a shaky laugh.
“There.”
Your fingers twisted into the fabric.
“That’s what’s under here.”
Han closed his eyes briefly, a muscle in his jaw jumping. When he looked at you again, his eyes were shining with grief.
“You’ve been carrying this by yourself?”
The question broke something inside you, because even after all of that, he wasn’t disgusted or judgmental. He hadn’t confirmed that the girls had been right. He was just sad that you’d been hurting.
You nodded, a tiny movement, but Han still saw it. His shoulders fell, as though the answer hurt him, before he slowly crossed the room. He was giving you enough of a chance to stop him, you realised. But this time, you didn’t want to.
He stopped in front of you, close enough that you could see the moisture in his eyes, hear his uneven breathing. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.
“I wish you could see what I see.”
Fresh tears rolled down your cheeks because after weeks of starving yourself and hiding while you tried to become someone else, Han wasn’t looking at you like you were a problem to solve. He was looking at you like your pain was the thing breaking his heart.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. You stood in the middle of your living room, tears drying on your cheeks, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. Han was close enough to touch, to see every flicker of doubt crossing your face.
“You don’t have to do this,” you whispered.
His expression softened. “I’m not doing anything you don’t want me to.”
You swallowed. The shame was still there, sitting heavy and familiar in your chest, but for the first time all week, there was something else alongside it.
Trust.
Slowly, Han reached for your hand. His fingers threaded through yours, warm and steady, as he gently pulled you towards the mirror hanging in your hallway.
He stopped in front of the full-length mirror, tugging on your hand with a gentle “Come here.”
You hadn’t looked in this mirror for weeks, preferring to restrict your view of yourself with the mirror in the bathroom. That one already gave you enough to critique, without bringing your whole body into view.
Immediately, your stomach twisted. “No.”
Han squeezed your hand gently, eyes imploring you to trust him. “Please.”
You took a deep, steadying breath before you stepped in line with the mirror, eyes slowly raising to land on you both in the reflection. You could see your red eyes. Your tear-stained face. His worried expression.
“I hate it.”
“I know.”
His voice was so quiet it almost hurt. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, carefully, giving you every chance to stop him, Han loosened the belt of your robe. His eyes never left your face, checking. Waiting to see if you were okay with this.
When you didn’t pull away, the fabric slipped from your shoulders, leaving you in a simple vest and underwear. You immediately wanted to hide, to cross your arms and curl in on yourself until you disappeared. Han gently caught your wrists before you could, gently stopping you in your tracks.
“Don’t,” he murmured.
Your eyes filled again. “Han—”
“Please.”
The look on his face stole the rest of your words. He wasn’t looking at you with revulsion, or with judgment, but with an almost desperate need for you to see yourself differently. For you to appreciate yourself as he did.
Slowly, he turned you towards the mirror, and you tried looking at the floor. He noticed immediately, gently bumping your shoulder.
“Look.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“I hate what I see.”
The words came out broken, raw from their honesty. Han’s jaw tightened, and he stepped behind you. You couldn’t help but tense as one arm wrapped loosely around your waist, the other lifting to your shoulder. His touch was gentle, reassuring, and you found yourself relaxing into his grip more.
“You see flaws,” he said softly as you stared stubbornly at the floor. “Because they’re there.”
The hand resting on your shoulder squeezed softly.
“I see somebody who always takes care of everyone else.”
A tear slipped down your cheek at his words, and his fingers traced lightly along your arm as he carried on softly.
“I see somebody who makes people feel safe.”
You shook your head, but his grip tightened slightly around your hand. He wasn’t letting you retreat or disappear. His gaze met yours through the reflection.
“Look at me.”
Slowly, reluctantly, you did. The emotion in his eyes nearly undid you.
“I love your smile. The real one that you try to hide when you’re embarrassed.”
Your throat tightened, a shaky laugh escaping you. His own lips twitched in response to the noise.
“There it is.”
You rolled your eyes weakly, immediately looking down again. Han sighed, before gently tilting your chin upwards.
“Stay with me.”
The plea in his voice was unmistakable.
Stay with me. Believe me. Please.
His hand settled against your side, warm through your skin, and instead of criticism, instead of the catalogue of faults you’d expected, he spoke with a kind of reverence that made your chest ache.
“I love how soft you are.”
You immediately tried looking away, and Han caught your eye again.
“No.”
The word was gentle but firm.
“You don’t get to run away from that one.”
Fresh tears filled your eyes because he wasn’t saying it despite your body. He was saying it because of it.
As though softness wasn’t something shameful.
As though it was something worth loving.
His forehead creased. “You spend so much time being cruel to yourself. Would you ever speak to somebody else the way you speak to yourself?”
You didn’t answer because you knew the answer.
Never.
His hand squeezed yours. “You are kind.”
Another squeeze.
“Funny.”
Another.
“Beautiful.”
Your eyes closed immediately, and Han made a quiet sound of frustration. Not at you, but at the wall of disbelief you’d built around yourself. When you opened your eyes again, he was already looking at you. His eyes hadn’t left you since you’d stepped in front of the mirror, watching you with nothing but patience – like he would have stood here all night if he had to.
“You keep waiting for me to change my mind.”
The words landed directly in your chest. You’d been waiting for it since the moment he confessed. Waiting for reality to catch up, for him to realise he’d made a mistake.
Han’s eyes softened. “I’m not going to.”
Your breath caught, but he carried on regardless. “I’m not looking at you and wishing you were somebody else.”
Another tear rolled down your cheek, and he wiped it away gently. “I’m not standing here imagining a different version of you.”
His voice cracked slightly. “I’m standing here looking at you.”
The room felt impossibly quiet as you stared at your reflection, at the woman you’d spent years criticising.
Years shrinking.
Years apologising for.
And for the first time, you weren’t seeing her entirely through your own eyes. You were seeing her through Han’s - through the eyes of someone who had searched an entire party looking for her. Who had shown up at her workplace every day. Who had tracked down her address because he was worried. Who looked at her now as though she was worth every bit of that effort.
Han brushed away another tear before he moved to rest his forehead on your own. “You don’t have to become somebody else.”
His eyes searched yours, begging you to believe him.
“You never did.”
That night, after all the tears and confessions and raw honesty, the distance between you and Han felt smaller than it ever had before. You were still standing in front of the mirror, still emotionally exhausted and feeling vulnerable in a way you weren’t used to. But this time, you had Han next to you, brushing a final tear from your cheek. Neither of you said anything. There was nothing left to say right then, and the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was warm and safe in a way that you only felt with him.
His eyes drifted briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes, giving you the chance to pull away.
You didn’t.
Slowly, he lifted one hand to cradle your face. The touch was impossibly gentle, as though you were something precious or breakable. His other arm wrapped around you, drawing you closer until there was barely any space left between you.
And then he kissed you.
The kiss wasn’t desperate or urgent. It was soft; the kind of kiss that felt like a question and an answer all at once. You melted into it almost immediately. All the months of uncertainty, the weeks of pain and days of spiralling seemed to quiet down for those few moments. Han kissed you like someone who wanted you to understand something, like he was trying to communicate every reassuring thing he’d said that evening without using words.
When you finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against yours, and a small smile touched his lips.
“There you are.”
Your eyes immediately filled again, and Han laughed softly.
“No more crying,” he said.
“I’m trying.”
“You are terrible at it.”
A reluctant laugh escaped you, and his smile widened.
For the first time in a long time, you believed him when he looked at you like you were beautiful.
After that night, things didn’t magically become perfect. Years of insecurity don’t disappear overnight, but they become easier to carry when you aren’t carrying them alone anymore.
Han remained stubbornly, consistently present. The following week, you were there when he confronted Ara. You’d tried to avoid the conversation, but Han hadn’t allowed it.
“You’re coming.”
“Han—”
“You’re coming.”
And so, you had.
The woman looked uncomfortable the second she realised why she was there. Han wasn’t cruel - that wasn’t who he was - but he was firm. Disappointed. Protective in a way that made your chest ache. By the end of the conversation, there was no confusion about where he stood.
He chose you.
Openly.
Without hesitation, embarrassment or apology.
Talking to Sarah was harder - far harder - because, unlike Ara, Sarah had been part of your life for years. You’d spent so long believing she was your friend that accepting the truth felt almost like grief.
Han sat beside you before the call, supportive in his silence with his hand resting over your own. He was a quiet source of strength in a painfully illuminating conversation. For the first time, you noticed things you had overlooked for years. The dismissiveness, the backhanded compliments, and the subtle ways she’d always encouraged you to expect less from yourself.
By the end of the call, your hands were shaking. You stared at the blank screen afterwards feeling strangely hollow.
Han immediately pulled you against him. “You okay?”
You nodded, then shook your head before laughing. “I don’t know.”
“That’s fair.”
His arms tightened around you, and for the first time, ending the friendship felt less like losing something and more like putting down something heavy you’d been carrying for years.
The first time Han told you he loved you was six months later.
You were sitting together on his sofa, neither of you doing anything particularly interesting. A film was playing in the background, and your head was resting on his shoulder.
It happened so casually you almost missed it.
He kissed your forehead, smiled, and just… said it.
“I love you.”
As natural as breathing, as saying good morning.
You froze instantly, and Han immediately noticed. Panic surged through you, your brain racing.
Too fast.
Too much.
What if he means it now but not later?
What if I don’t deserve it?
What if—
“Hey.”
Han’s voice interrupted the spiral immediately. You looked up, and he was smiling softly. He wasn’t offended by the hesitation, or upset, or frustrated. He was just patient like always.
“You don’t have to say it back,” he explained.
Your throat tightened. “What if—”
“Don’t.”
His hand found yours.
“What if I scare you away?”
His expression melted completely. “You won’t.”
“What if—”
“You won’t.”
The certainty in his voice made your eyes sting. Han kissed your forehead again, then your cheek, then the tip of your nose. You laughed in spite of yourself, and Han grinned at you fondly.
“There she is.”
You rolled your eyes, and Han smiled.
“I love you,” he murmured.
The words felt less frightening the second time. Less like pressure and more like a promise.
And eventually, when you said it back, his smile was so bright it looked painful.
As your relationship deepened, intimacy became another place where Han’s patience showed itself.
When you were physically intimate together for the first time, he seemed far more focused on making sure you felt safe, wanted, and comfortable than anything else. Every hesitation was met with reassurance, every moment of insecurity was met with kindness. The same man who had stood beside you in front of the mirror was still there, still looking at you with the same affection, still treating your body as something worthy of care and admiration.
Afterwards, wrapped together beneath blankets, you found yourself tracing patterns across his arm, feeling content in the silence that enveloped the room. Han pressed a kiss into your hair, then another, and another, until you laughed and shoved his shoulder.
“Stop.”
“No.”
“Han.”
“No.”
You groaned, and he grinned before pulling you closer, as though even after everything, he still couldn’t quite believe he was lucky enough to have you there. And for once, lying safely in his arms, you found yourself thinking something that would have seemed impossible a year earlier.
Maybe you weren’t the only lucky one.
Maybe you were worth someone feeling lucky enough to have you.
a/n: so I think this is the angstiest, yet realest, fic I've written yet? what do we think? lmk in the comments bcos I love hearing all your thoughts xo
summ: one needy girlfriend on his lap and suddenly jisung can’t make it through a phone call without embarrassing himself.
⋆ pairing: nerd!jisung x f!reader, established relationship
⋆ genre: smut (minors dni)
⋆ tags/cw: dom!reader, pet names (jagi, baby), lots of whining and whimpering, teasing, kissing, biting, marking, grinding, handjob, hair pulling?, chair sex, riding, edging, cumming, cream pie, unprotected s*x, degradation? (slightly)
⋆ words: 3.0k
a/n: we're so back! gosh- life's been kicking my ass lately, ngl. anyways, i come bearing new sub jisung content, as i should. the sub jisung propaganda must continue. i love throwing jeongin into these fics as the friend, so watch me do it over and over again. hope you enjoy this one! <3
jisung was two hours deep into an explanation that probably only mattered to him and the person on the other end of the call.
“no, but that’s exactly what i’m saying,” he insisted, barely spinning in his desk chair. if you use that build from the start, you’re just wasting resources.”
the glow from his monitor lit up half of his face. his glasses kept slipping down his nose every time he moved his head. one hand rested on the desk while the other held his phone wedged between his shoulder and cheek.
he was focused. completely absorbed. impossible to pull out of his own world whenever he talked about something he liked.
“no, listen. listen.”
you walked into the room without announcing yourself, and jisung barely lifted a hand in your direction. an automatic greeting without even pausing his conversation with jeongin.
“if you get to level three with less than-”
you nudged his chair a few inches with the tip of your foot, making him cut himself off for a second. he shot you a look somewhere between confusion and expectation before immediately turning back to the monitor.
the way he talked with his hands and his entire face whenever he got excited about something. the way his voice would go a little higher, lightly spinning in his chair as he rambled.
honestly, those little habits would've melted you completely if you hadn't spent the entire afternoon trying to get some time with him.
“exactly! so if you calculate the total damage-”
you approached him from behind, letting your hands rest on his shoulders, almost absentmindedly. you felt him tense beneath your touch, letting out a quiet sigh before forcing himself back into the conversation.
“doesn’t matter. just trust me and use the right build, jeongin.”
you slowly circled around the chair, fingers trailing along the length of his arm. it wasn't until you leaned down in front of him and brushed a hand through his hair that jisung's eyes fluttered shut for a second.
you could still hear jeongin talking on the other end, clearly confused by jisung's sudden silence. you laughed when you heard him let out a shaky breath.
his eyes opened immediately, locking with yours. he was pleading. you knew that look perfectly well.
you just weren't sure if he was begging you to stop or begging you to keep going.
“jisung! dude, are you even there?” jeongin's complaint came through the speaker loud and clear, making jisung jump and snap back to reality.
“a-ah, yeah!” he answered quickly, voice shaky. “w-what were you saying?”
jisung shot you an embarrassed look, biting down on his bottom lip and giving a tiny shake of his head.
your smile only widened when you felt him lean into your hand anyway, silently asking for more.
and it widened even further when you watched his cheeks flush after slipping your knee between his legs and brushing teasingly against his crotch.
“s-sorry... could you repeat that?”
your hands slipped underneath his shirt, earning a quiet sound from him before he quickly covered his mouth. your warm palms slid across his cool stomach and chest, stealing embarrassed little sighs from him.
he genuinely tried to continue the call. for several minutes he managed to keep himself together despite your increasingly suggestive touches and the constant distraction pulling at his attention.
but the moment you leaned closer to his ear and he felt your warm breath against his skin, he practically melted into the chair.
he pulled the phone as far away as possible just to let out a muffled whine while you left a few lingering kisses along his jaw and neck.
“b-baby, please...” he whimpered, voice needy and wrecked. “i-i’m gonna finish... the call! just give me a few minutes...”
his big doe eyes stared up at you pleadingly. unfortunately, that only made things worse.
“then do it,” you said. “i can’t wait anymore.”
your hand traveled slowly down his stomach before settling lower, fingers squeezing lightly and earning a visible shiver down his spine.
jisung brought the phone back to his ear, breathing unevenly.
“j-jeongin, i gotta go. i have... i have something i need to do.”
but apparently jeongin still wanted to keep talking because jisung pressed the phone harder against his ear, shooting you a nervous glance.
you rolled your eyes with a grin and decided to take things one step further.
you pulled back just enough to hear a disappointed sound left him. you settled yourself onto his lap, one leg on either side of him. the chair creaked beneath the combined weight and jisung immediately went rigid.
“j-jeongin... i-i’m serious. i have to go...” he insisted, sounding completely wrecked.
his free hand wrapped around your waist automatically, helping steady you without even thinking about it.
your lips brushed his ear and rolled your hips slowly, deliberately. jisung's breathing instantly fell apart. you adjusted the angle until you found the exact motion that made him let out a helpless whine.
then you reached over and took the phone from his hand. jisung watched with wide eyes, already looking halfway gone as you brought it to your ear.
you cleared your throat and fixed your hair with an innocent smile.
“sorry, jeongin,” you said sweetly. “i promise i'll give him back eventually.”
you heard a loud, scandalized laugh from the other end of the line before a joking goodbye.
you tossed the phone onto the bed without much ceremony, and when you looked back at him, he was still staring at you like he'd just witnessed something impossible.
“jagi...” he whispered, pleasantly surprised.
“what else was i supposed to do?” you leaned down just enough to press a quick kiss to his lips. “you've been ignoring me all afternoon”, you pouted.
jisung let his head fall back with a breathless laugh.
“i wasn't ignoring you.”
“mhm. still had to compete with jeongin for your attention.”
you rolled your hips again, slow and torturous, noticing how he was getting even harder beneath you, how his hips jerked helplessly against your center every time you pressed down, harder enough to pull broken little gasps from him.
jisung closed his eyes for a moment, like he already knew he'd lost this battle.
your hand slipped down between the two of you again, feeling his entire body tense immediately. you hooked your fingers beneath the waistband of his sweats and freed him with very little grace.
he felt hot and heavy in your palm. already leaking, needy. you wrapped your fingers around him. jisung felt an intoxicating wave of heat rush through his entire body, making him jolt involuntarily. his fingers dug into your waist before he could stop himself, a shiver running down his spine.
“fuck- jagi- p-please...”
the sentence died halfway out.
you stroked him slowly from base to tip, deliberate and firm, stealing incoherent whines and shaky sounds from him with almost no effort at all. completely sensitive.
“god...”
his breathing was starting to fall apart. every exhale came out heavier than the last.
you twisted your wrist slightly as you kept moving your hand, listening to his uneven breathing and muffled sounds against your chest.
“is that what you want, sungie?” you asked softly, never slowing down.
“y-yeah...” jisung always reacted like this when you spoke to him that way. “yeah, fuck-”
the answer dissolved into a frustrated sound. his eyes were glassy now, shining with excitement, completely clouded over by the constant pleasure. he nodded way too fast, brow furrowing as he hissed quietly through his teeth.
you sped up slightly, feeling him tremble beneath your fingers, hearing every involuntary sound that slipped out of him. the excitement pooling low in your stomach with every tiny reaction.
“want me that bad, huh?” you murmured, leaning closer.
the question settled between you like a carefully calculated provocation.
“all you have to do is ask for it.”
his breath caught. he looked embarrassed, as if hearing the words out loud was too much. but need was winning the fight far too quickly.
“baby...”, his voice came out broken. “please...”
his hips started pushing against your hand, chasing that slippery friction. his breathing had become messy and desperate, small whines breaking into higher-pitched sounds he couldn't quite hold back.
you studied every twitch in his expression. every clumsy movement of his hands searching for more contact.
and when your thumb slowly brushed over his sensitive, aching tip, jisung completely lost the thread.
“fuck! baby, please…! mmmh- ’m so close...”
the words came out as clumsy, trembling pleas.
you sped up even more, your slick hand sliding along his throbbing length. his head fell back against the chair, thighs trembling beneath you from the impossible effort it was taking not to come right then and there.
a satisfied smile tugged at your lips.
“gonna beg for it? pathetic.”
his expression completely fell apart.
“that’s not fair, jagi... please, let me-”
the protest barely had any strength behind it. and that was exactly how you knew he was done for. he wasn't trying to hold onto his dignity anymore. he just wanted to convince you not to stop.
and right when his cock started throbbing warningly beneath your hand and you saw his stomach begin to tense, you stopped. you pulled your hand away completely. you watched it fall uselessly against his abdomen.
jisung's eyes flew open immediately. confused, disbelieving, devastated.
“f-fuck... no, no- please, jagi, don't stop now...”
his hands tightened around your waist, searching for something to hold onto before he completely fell apart. his hips moved instinctively, chasing something that wasn't there anymore.
his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat. his glasses sat crooked on his face. his lips were swollen from how much he'd been biting them.
“i- i need- ah- p-please, just let me...”
he looked at you like you'd personally betrayed him. and somehow he still looked ridiculously adorable.
“use your words, jisung.”
the frustrated sound he let out almost made you laugh.
he buried his face against your chest for a second, like he was gathering strength. like admitting it was harder than anything else.
“i’m begging you,” he sighed, voice cracking. “need to be inside you... want- need to fuck you so bad... god, i’m so close it hurts-”
you smiled wickedly and sat up so fast that jisung felt his heart drop into his stomach. for one horrible second, he thought you were leaving. thought you were actually going to walk away.
but instead of leaving, you started stripping away the clothes separating you from him in one quick motion.
the relief that washed over jisung's face was almost comical. he just stared, completely fascinated. like he'd forgotten how to breathe properly.
his eyes followed every movement with shameless hunger.
“holy shit...”
the words slipped out so quietly it sounded like he hadn't even realized he'd said them.
he shoved his sweats down in one motion, hissing softly when the cool air hit him.
you climbed back into his lap, feeling bare skin meet bare skin. the chair creaked beneath the combined weight as you settled above him, and jisung immediately seemed incapable of focusing on anything else.
your fingers wrapped around him again, guiding his flushed tip toward your entrance. your breath caught completely when you felt him begin to press inside.
he was big. and the fullness made your legs tremble. jisung let out a broken sound, dropping his head against your chest once more.
his hands found your waist on pure instinct. the room suddenly felt too small. too warm, too quiet.
jisung let out a shaky breath as he pressed his forehead against your collarbone.
“oh my- so fucking good...”
the sounds leaving him barely resembled words anymore. small, messy, involuntary.
you steadied yourself on his shoulders and started moving, rolling your hips slowly. the sensation was overwhelming. taking him deeper each time. feeling his warmth fill you completely.
“look at you.”
your voice alone was enough to bring him back to reality. and seeing you smile like that destroyed whatever dignity he still had left.
having you this close, your hands on him, your perfume mixing with the suffocating warmth of the room. the blue glow of the monitor outlining your figure.
everything felt too good.
far too good for someone who'd spent the entire afternoon trying to act like a functional human being.
his face disappeared into your neck almost immediately. his mouth found your skin, leaving open-mouthed, wet kisses everywhere he could reach. like he couldn't decide what to do with himself. whether to hide his embarrassed sounds there or completely lose himself in the taste of your skin.
without hesitation, he started leaving scattered marks along your neck. every little sound he managed to pull from you seemed to affect him more than the last.
you could feel it in the way he clung to you. in the way his breathing became more uneven against your throat. a shiver ran through you when he moved lower.
his mouth found your chest with the same desperation, leaving slow kisses between distracted sucks that made him groan directly against your skin. the vibration shot straight through you, pulling an involuntary hiss from your lips as your nails dug deeper into his shoulders.
“mmmh- you feel so good… made for me…”
his voice came out muffled as he kept sucking and biting hungrily.
“seriously... i don't think I've ever wanted anything this much. you feel so tight...”
the confession came out so sincere it almost made you laugh for a second, because he immediately buried himself against you again, scattering careless kisses across your skin like he genuinely didn’t know where to stop.
the pleasure was starting to build into something unbearable. his warm mouth, the pressure of his hands, and the obsessive way he seemed focused entirely on you all blended together into something impossible to ignore.
you slid a hand to the back of his neck and tugged gently at his hair, forcing him to look at you.
“jisung.”
he lifted his head only a few centimeters before immediately leaning back into you again.
“can't,” he complained quietly, hiding a smile against your skin. “you look too good.”
a moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it and that seemed to completely destroy him.
his hands dug harder into your body, awkwardly guiding your movements. there was nothing left of the composure he'd tried so hard to keep during the call. he was completely gone.
“fuck...” he gasped, eyes falling shut. “yeah- just like that...”
each word sounded more wrecked than the last.
you ended up burying your face in his neck, looking for somewhere to unload the overwhelming sensation building beneath your skin. he answered with a shaky laugh that quickly melted into another moan.
his hips started moving with completely unchecked urgency. every movement seemed to pull another broken sound from him, another embarrassed whine he failed to swallow down. he was gone. completely gone.
and when the pleasure finally hit you all at once, your body tensed against his. a moan cracked in your throat as you clung to him, feeling everything become too intense too quickly.
your body reacted around him, making him moan audibly. his movements stayed relentless as his hands gripped you firmly, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
“oh, shit! yeah... yeah, just like that, baby...” he breathed between pants, an incredulous laugh slipping through his words. “mmmh- you're milking me...”
his voice sounded completely gone.
the change in your breathing, the way you clung to his shoulders, the way your body reacted around him. it all seemed to shatter whatever control he had left. his movements became even less coordinated.
you buried your face in his neck, kissing his skin to muffle the sounds you couldn't hold back. the scent of his cologne mixed with the warmth of his skin wrapped around you completely, making everything else feel distant except for the way he kept saying your name between breaths.
“fuck...” he breathed against your ear. “fuck, baby...”
every word came out more desperate than the last. you could feel him trembling, feel him trying to keep up while the pleasure finally caught up to him too.
and when he finally came, a completely broken moan tore from his throat. his arms wrapped around you tightly, like he needed something to hold onto while the sensation tore through him.
and for a few minutes, the only thing filling the room was the sound of both of you trying to catch your breath.
the bluish glow of the monitor still lit up one corner of the room. some game screen remained open, an icon blinking on the taskbar, completely ignored.
jisung let out an exhausted sigh before hiding his face in your neck.
“i can't believe you actually did that...”
“did what?” you asked, brushing his hair back.
“you humiliated me in front of jeongin,” he pouted.
and the indignation in his voice would've been a lot more convincing if he wasn't currently clinging to you like a koala. you laughed before answering.
“you humiliated yourself.”
jisung looked offended. “i absolutely did not.”
“you did. you're so sensitive and loud...”
the smile he tried to hide completely ruined whatever argument he'd been building in his head.
you adjusted his glasses, completely crooked after all the chaos.
“besides... jeongin already suspected,” you added, your voice dripping with amusement.
“that definitely doesn't help...”
you laughed again and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. jisung frowned for barely a second before collapsing back against you, defeated.
“i'm gonna have to block jeongin,” he muttered miserably.
right after that, the sound of a vibration interrupted the moment. his phone buzzed somewhere on the bed.
jisung immediately squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his heart sink straight into his stomach.
“i'm not looking at that. i think i'm actually gonna die.”
his dramatics died almost as fast as the kiss you pressed to his forehead. no matter how much he tried to keep complaining, he ended up smiling anyway.
and when he settled more comfortably against you, wrapping both arms around your waist, the rest of the world, and whatever embarrassing consequences he'd have to deal with later, suddenly seemed a lot less important.
You didn’t know this, but the guys could hear you. You thought that they were too invested in playing video games that they wouldn’t be able to hear you playing with yourself and your vibrator, but they heard every single noise coming from your room. They specifically paused their video game so they could hear your soft, stifled moans and sighs of pleasure, all three of them getting real fucking hard with every passing second.
You just needed release, honestly. It felt like it had been centuries since you had a nice, good fuck, and you were super pent up. However, a vibrator did nothing for you, and you didn’t have the energy to use a dildo. You struggled trying to get yourself to cum for a solid several minutes before officially throwing in the towel and calling it a day.
The second they heard the vibrator turn off, the men resumed their video game, all three of them trying their hardest to ignore the lewd sounds coming from your room just moments prior and their rock solid cocks. It certainly did not help when you joined them in the living room wearing nothing but shorts and a tank top— it was hot outside and in the apartment, and you weren’t about to sweat to death— and sitting down in front of the couch right next to Yunho’s legs.
You watched as the three of them fixated on their video game, unaware of the tension starting to build in the room. San was sitting in the arm chair and Mingi in the love seat, both of them stealing secret glances at you while Yunho did his best to keep his knee from bobbing up and down nervously as you rested your head against his leg, nor did he dare look down at you knowing that he would get an eyeful of your cleavage.
The second the round of the game ended, all three of them set their controllers aside and looked right at you. You, however, were still absentmindedly staring at the screen.
"Hey, roomie, you okay?" Yunho was the first to speak and somewhat hesitant at that.
He reached down towards your head and smoothed out your hair, making you tilt your head towards his leg. You let out a heavy sigh, your chest moving heftily, nearly getting all three boys to gag.
"Yeah... I'm fine..."
"That doesn't sound fine to me. Spill."
When you turned to look up at Yunho, your breasts pressed against his leg, making his entire body tense up and flush with heat. Then, you looked up at him with big, sad eyes that made him want to grab you and take you right there, but he held himself back because, oh dear Lord, you were his roommate for crying out loud.
"I'm just... Tired," you answered— and that was the truth. You were tired. You were tired of being so goddamn sexually frustrated, but there was no way in hell you were going to admit that to him or any of your other roommates. "Don't worry about it— It's not like you can do anything about it."
"Nuh-uh, don't do that girl thing where we ask you and then you keep deflecting and then get mad at us for not helping," Mingi spoke up, a little frustration in his voice.
"Yeah, plus, I'm sure if you told us, we could help in some way," San added, his voice nearly cracking as he realized the weight of his words.
"No, guys, seriously. I'm not doing that "thing", and I'm honestly just tired!"
"Would, uh, going to bed help?" Mingi asked while clearing his throat.
"You would think it would..." you muttered.
"Y/N, just tell us," Yunho prompted.
You pressed your lips together in a straight line then looked down at the ground. Oh, I'm just really fucking horny and frustrated and can't find a good guy to fuck is all. As if you could ever really admit that to your three male roommates.
"It's nothing," you said again. "I'm just going to go to bed. Good night, guys."
With that, you got up and left the three of them in the living room. You returned to your room, closed the door, and flung yourself onto your bed with a massive sigh. You stared at the ceiling while you tried to figure out what the hell to do about your fucking situation when you heard a light knock on the door.
"Come in," you said to the person on the other side.
Yunho walked in and closed the door gently behind him before joining you on the bed. You were still laying down and couldn't be bothered to sit up, so Yunho joined you and laid down right next to you, his body turned towards yours.
"Hey," he said softly.
"Hi..."
"Look at me," he continued while turning you over so that you were facing him.
His hand caressed your head as the two of you laid across from each other, the repetitive motion easing your anxiety slightly and also turning you on a bit.
"Tell me what's wrong."
"I can't say, Yunho..."
"Then... Can I say something?"
You blinked and nodded. Yunho pressed his lips together and closed his eyes for a brief second before trailing his hand from your head down your shoulder and to your waist, his fingers rubbing along the curve of your waist as he rested his hand there. You wanted to tear yourself from your roommate's touch, but he was just checking off all the boxes and making you feel just right that you wondered where on Earth he was going to go from there.
"We heard you earlier," he whispered.
He didn't need to clarify for you to understand exactly what he was talking about. Mortified, you covered your burning face with your hands and held back a scream, your entire body ready to burst into flames.
"And," he continued despite you praying in your head that he would not. "We would like to help... In any way..."
"Yunho, shut up," you nearly sobbed into your hands. "I'm literally so embarrassed right now."
"Y/N, I don't think you understand what I'm trying to say," Yunho let out a slightly exhausted sigh as he pulled your hands away from your face. "Whatever it is that's frustrating you, I'm sure we can help."
The second you looked into Yunho's eyes, your insides flipped. His eyes were usually soft and kind, but at that moment, he had the most intense gaze on you that made you feel like you were a piece of meat and he was starving to death.
That's when you did the unthinkable. You moved forward and left the lightest kiss on his lips before immediately moving back and looking at his reaction, your eyes darting back and forth as you observed every single detail on his face. Next thing you knew, Yunho's hand slipped to your ass, and he brought you forward, his lips meeting yours gently at first. It wasn't until you ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head did Yunho get a lot more aggressive. He sucked hard on your lower lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth.
"Tell me," he breathed out, his hot breath hitting your neck. "What do you want?"
"I... I want to be fucked senseless," you responded in between kisses. "Until I can't cum anymore."
In response, Yunho pulled your leg over and around his legs, allowing him to press his crotch against yours, the large bulge sending shivers down your spine. You didn't expect him to be so packed, and he was still wearing his clothes, so it made you nervous to see exactly what he was working with.
"So, then," Yunho pulled back slightly, allowing you to breathe and regain the tiniest bit of sanity— he was an amazing kisser. "Will you let us help you?"
"God, yes, please," you agreed before the words could completely sink in. Gulping nervously, you asked, "What do you mean by us?"
You thought Yunho closed the door completely when he entered your room, but he didn't. Through the slight crack in the door, your other two roommates watched, their hard ons only getting harder and more painful. They wanted so badly to jump in and lend a hand, and they finally got that chance when Yunho turned to the door and said, "Don't just stand there and watch. Come help."
You sat up immediately and watched San and Mingi tentatively enter the room, their faces flushed, their eyes dark. They joined the two of you on the bed, all three men trapping you in the middle of them. Yunho was directly in front of you. He held your chin and tilted your head upwards.
"Suck my fingers, won't you?"
The filthy words leaving his mouth with the sweetest voice had your insides completely trembling. You took his hand in yours and slowly ran your tongue along his index finger before taking it into your mouth. Yunho's breath hitched as you looked up at him and sucked his finger so sensually. He was about to lose his fucking mind when you took another finger into your mouth, a slight whine leaving your lungs as your panties pooled with arousal and your hips moved back and forth impatiently.
San was the first to act. From behind, he reached in between your legs and started rubbing his fingers into your clothed crotch, your hips moving in sync with his fingers. But that wasn't enough. You needed more— way more.
Your hands hooked into the waistband of Yunho's pants and tugged down, his cock catching on the waistband before springing upwards. He was long and pretty, and you tried to calculate how big he actually was, but he barely gave you the chance to do so. He took his fingers out of your mouth and immediately replaced it with his cock. The tip hit the back of your throat almost immediately, making you gag. He placed his hand on the back of your head and guided you slowly until you bottomed out on his full length.
As you sucked Yunho's cock, San pushed you forward so that you were forced onto your hands and knees. He pulled your shorts down and immediately smacked your bare ass as if it was some sort of reflex, making you yelp and moan. His fingers rubbed along your wet folds a couple times before he sunk two of his fingers into your cunt, your toes curling as you felt him finger you roughly.
While San worked on you from behind, Mingi decided to work on your tank top. He scrunched up fabric in the middle and pulled downwards to release your breasts, the man inhaling sharply when he saw them jiggle slightly. He cupped your breast and massaged firmly before he rubbed and tugged on your nipples, your back arching as a result.
At that point, Mingi couldn't take it anymore. He pulled his own massive cock out and somehow moved your face towards his cock. When you took him into your mouth, you realized he was just as long as Yunho, but the corners of your mouth stung slightly because he was definitely girthier. A long, rumbling moan left Mingi's throat when you hollowed out your cheeks and began sucking obnoxiously loud. You were stroking Yunho's cock as you sucked on Mingi's, and San, who wanted some fun of his own, also pulled out his cock, willing you to stroke him too.
You took turns sucking all three men off, your saliva dripping off their dicks as your mouth watered more and more the longer you sucked. But, again, you needed more. You needed them inside you. You needed them to violate you.
Moments later, you were on your hands and knees on your bed once again. Yunho was lying on the bed underneath you, Mingi was kneeling behind you, and San was in front of you. They wasted no time in getting to work. Yunho slipped the tip of his cock into your cunt before holding your waist and sitting you down all the way.
"Oh, fuck! Yunho, you're too big," you nearly sobbed when you felt him hit your cervix when he bottomed out.
"Oh, then you're definitely going to lose it now," Mingi couldn't help but smirk when the tip of his cock prodded into your ass.
You cried loudly when Mingi forced his cock into you inch by inch, your tight hole spreading wide to fit his girth. Your cry was cut short when San stuffed his own cock into your mouth, the man shushing you as he did so.
"Yes, just like that," San groaned. "Fuck, you feel so good..."
You were so occupied by San's cock that you didn't realize Yunho was guiding your waist up and down. You only realized that you were bouncing when you felt Mingi's go deeper inside you. Tingles shot through your body as you felt their cocks rubbing and reaching all the right spots, and when Mingi smacked your ass before grabbing so tightly that his fingernails dug slightly into your skin, you felt tension build up in your stomach at an exponential rate.
Suddenly, San's breathing hitched. He grabbed the back of your head and pulled his cock, but before he could cum, you managed to take him back into your mouth. His cock twitched and throbbed as his cum spurt into your mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his jaw unhinging slightly as he came. After blinking the stars from his eyes, he looked at you and bit his lower lip while petting your hair, his cock still rock solid in your mouth.
You were quickly brought back to the situation when Yunho bucked his hips upwards, his cock practically ramming into your cervix as he came. Your legs trembled, and you let out a choked sob as you felt the tension snap within you. White filled your vision and pleasure swept through your body as you came hard. Yunho raised your waist off his hips entirely, and you squirted all over him and the bed when his cock left you, his own cum mixed with your arousal. Both his and your cum then rolled down your legs slowly, Yunho salivating at the sight and getting turned on all over again.
Mingi's cock was still deep in your ass, and he spread your asscheeks wide before pulling out, the sight of your gaping hole driving him insane. He just had to re-enter you because he was so close to bursting, and he desperately wanted to fill you up with his cum. He rammed his hips against your ass over and over again with so much force that you practically collapsed on Yunho's chest, and he was being so forceful that you were crying with pleasure so loudly that it echoed in the room. To make matters even crazier, Yunho sat up slightly so he could reach in between your legs and finger you quickly while San wrapped his hand around your neck and pressed into the sides lightly, choking you and making you feel absolutely wrecked.
Yunho's fingers curled inside you just right to the point where you came yet again, and this time you came so hard that you clenched tightly around Mingi's cock, the intense pressure making him cum with you. You gasped for air and moaned loudly when San let go of your neck to rest his hand on your cheek as if to praise you. He tugged on your lower lip with his thumb, making you instinctually take his thumb into your mouth and sucking on it.
Mingi pulled out and spread your ass once more to look at his work. He watched as your hole clenched around air several times before the cum he shot deep into you started coming to the surface and trickling out and rolling down your ass and leg.
"Shit, this is so fucking hot," Mingi uttered to himself as he couldn't tear his eyes away from you. "You're so fucking hot."
"Y/N is so fucking hot," San added as he tapped his cock against your cheek. "Very fucking hot... We should do this more often."
"What if..." you breathed out— you were still catching your breath. "What if I'm not done with you yet?"
"Hmm? You still don't feel good?" Yunho teased as he moved your hair from your face, willing you to look at him. "Do you want more?"
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