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finchyyy · 5 months

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" pink promise "

PAIRING: office!bangchan x fem!reader WARNINGS: friends to lovers, fluff, a pinch suggestive WORD COUNT: 4.6K SUMMARY: Your favorite coworker comforts you after a particularly bad meeting and you realize he might be your favorite for more reasons than one

“I’m okay I-I promise. You can go to your desk, if you want.”

You stuttered dabbing the seventh tissue Chris handed you to wipe the tears from your eyes. You really tried your best to keep it together in your last meeting, but couldn’t make it all the way to the end. Your boss seemed to get a kick out of embarrassing you in front of as many of your colleagues as possible on a quarterly basis and she really laid into you today. You thought you’d toughened up a bit since your last verbal beating but clearly you overestimated your emotional strength.

In the corner of your eye you saw him stand up, fidget uncomfortably for a few moments before sitting back down. Chris had been sitting next to you at your desk for the past 15 minutes just passing you tissues and repeatedly offering to go with you to HR, which you declined. Now that he’d run out of tissue and knew you weren’t keen on his HR idea, he looked confused on what to do next.

“Well I’m not going to just leave you like this.” he gestured to the mascara running down your cheeks. Of course this would happen on the one day you decided to wear mascara that, evidently, wasn’t waterproof.

You took a deep breath, wiping the last of the runny makeup off your face, feeling a little more in control of yourself, and more importantly your tear ducts.

“Yes, you can and should.” you warned, blowing your nose. “She’s your boss too. She'll have a fit if she sees you haven’t been online in 20 minutes.”

“Man…. fuck her.” he said making sure to whisper the last two words after comically looking over both shoulders to make sure the coast was clear. You giggled looking away from him and back at the work you still had to complete on your laptop.

“I really thought I’d put the data together in the way she wanted this time.” you spoke half to yourself and half to no one in particular.

“Don’t worry about what she said. She is evil.” he emphasized the last word bringing a smile back to your lips, but it only lasted a moment.

“I mean… she’s the boss for a reason, right? She knows what she’s talking about. I just… I just have to be better at taking criticism.”

He grabbed the back of your office chair and turned you to face him. “Listen to me,” he said firmly, only 5 inches away from your face to ensure he had your attention.

“There is criticism and then there is just being mean. I don’t see anything wrong with your presentation. And even if I did, I would never talk to you - or anyone else like that. Especially not in front of a room full of people.

That's not leadership, that's just bullying.”

You chuckled nervously and looked away from him. Partly due to your proximity and partly due to your discomfort whenever you had to talk about yourself or your work. It was no secret to him that you viewed all your work as lackluster. No matter how hard you pushed yourself to get it done or how well it turned out, it was never good enough. Having a She-devil as a boss only worsened your outlook on your accomplishments.

“Yeah… I guess.”

He stood up straight, crossing his arms over his chest. “Nope. No guessing. I’m right. You’re wrong. End of discussion.” He insisted before closing eyes and turning his nose up at you to further signify his refusal to listen to any more of your nonsense.

You laughed again. He was very good at making you laugh.

“Alright, you win.” you answered slumping in your chair in defeat. “I give up.”

His smile returned in an instant. “Good.” He answered, opening his arms for you like he always did. You were not an overly affectionate person, but your friendship with Chris meant a lot of hugs, so you’d gotten pretty used to it. He usually only did so after hours when both of you were alone. Presumably to avoid office gossip, but you never bothered to ask. Some might say, you looked forward to giving in to his little habit. You feigned reluctance, pushing yourself up off your computer chair to lean into his embrace. You didn’t hug him back at first. You usually didn’t. It was part of your routine. He would hug you and you would pretend to hate it. This time, however, the reason you didn’t hug him back was due to how absolutely drained you were. Both emotionally and physically. How you were going to work for the next four hours was anybody’s guess.

“Don’t let her upset you like this. You’re too smart for that.” When you felt him rub your back, tears stung at your eyes again, but you shut them tight to keep them at bay. He was always so warm and kind in ways he didn’t need to be. You nodded against his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist, finally hugging him back.

“Thank you.” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“Wh-What are you getting all sentimental for?” he stuttered, pulling back a bit to get a better look at you while keeping you in his arms. You did the same, turning upward to see him. His eyes locked onto yours. Big, brown, and warmer than the summer sun. They were usually warm but they seemed warmer now than you’d ever noticed. Did he always look at you like this? You opened your mouth to say something but movement in the corner of your eye caught your attention. In your peripheral vision you see the lady in the cubicle next to you was giving you both a very knowing smirk. Thankfully Chris wasn’t facing her, but it flustered you even still.

“Hm?” he prompted you to continue your thought while turning his head to see what caught your attention. Luckily the woman had returned to her work quickly so he didn’t see her.

“Sorry, I-uh forgot.” You released him from your arms immediately missing the warmth of him.

“Okay.” He patted your head twice before releasing you and began putting his laptop and other items he’d brought with him into his bag. He came with you to your desk right after that nightmare meeting without bothering to take his things back to his desk first.

“You know where you want to go for lunch? My treat.” he spoke, slinging his laptop bag over his shoulder.

“No, it's okay.” you answered, now very aware of your audience of one. Although she couldn’t be seen, you knew she was most likely listening.

“Aw c’mon don’t be like that.” He cooed from the entrance to your cubicle. You could hear the pout in his voice. You looked up at him and confirmed his lips were pursed in the cutest pout you’d ever seen. “Since you’ve had a bad day, we’ll go wherever you want. Even that cake shop.”

“Really?” you couldn't help lighting up at that. You’d been talking about the cake you’d had there for weeks. Cake wasn’t exactly his ideal lunch but if it made you happy, he could eat a little unhealthy today.

“Mhm.” he answered leaning on the wall of your space and waiting for your answer. Well… it seemed to you like he was waiting for your answer, but he was looking at you the same way he was when he was hugging you a moment ago. His eyes were soft like he was watching a kitten sleeping curled up by the fire.

He must have noticed you trying to figure him out because he quickly looked away and cleared his throat, mumbling something about texting him when you were ready before he scurried off to his own cubicle.

“That boy is in love with you.”

You sighed. “Mariam, you need a hobby.”

Your 50-something coworker leaned over the cubicle barrier as she had a moment ago, knowing smirk returning to her lips.

“Why would I do that when I got a romance novel one desk away from me? You’re like teenagers in love. It's adorable.” she added, pushing her reading glasses further up her nose, before turning back to her work.

“He's just very sweet. That's all.” She usually teased you for you and Chris’ dynamic but what she witnessed was, admittedly, more intimate than usual.

“Mhm, and I’m sure he gives cute little hugs and buys lunch for everyone.”

She had a point. Your silence spoke volumes and your reddening cheeks could speak ten more. Luckily for you, Mariam couldn’t see your face.

“Alright I’ll stop teasing. All I want is an invite to the wedding.” she added.

You groaned. Just two more hours. you thought. Two more hours and it’ll be lunchtime.

“I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up over this.” Changbin said, continuing to mindlessly scroll through his emails before stopping to look at one in particular. He really had the whole “look busy” act down to a science.

“Becaaaaaaaaause I promised her I would treat her to lunch since she had such a shitty morning. I can’t cancel this meeting, but I can’t cancel on her either. I hate life and life hates me.” he whined, slumping even farther down into his computer chair.

Right after his conversation with you, he threw himself into his work and completely forgot about an important meeting he had scheduled weeks ago for lunchtime this afternoon which caused his current meltdown.

Changbin cocked an eyebrow at his friend. “You are ridiculous.” he said, pushing himself up from his desk chair and crossing over to Chris’ side.

“Its not the end of the world you big fuckin baby.” He chuckled and pulled Chris by the shirt to get him to sit up. “You tell her you can’t do lunch, but you can do dinner instead. To make it up to her and all that.”

Chris sat up fully, contemplating the new plan.

“Well I don’t know… asking her out to dinner seems a little more intimate.”

“Exactly.” The long pause and blank stare he got from Chris in return made Changbin’s head hurt.

“I love you but sometimes I wonder how you survive without me.” He said to himself.

“You love me?” Chris responded, wiggling his eyebrows in mock flirtation as he shimmied towards his coworker.

“Not if you don’t FOCUS,” Changbin answered, holding Chris by the shoulders and stifling a laugh.

“It's not straight up asking her out on a date but, like you said, it is a pinch more intimate than a regular coworker-lunch. That way you can inch yourself closer to being more than friends without really making a move.”

Changbin leaned back onto Chris’ desk, crossing arms over his chest as he watched his friend connect the dots.

“Actually… that's not a bad plan.”

“I know. Now stop moping and tell her. It's getting close to lunchtime.”

“I was sad we couldn’t do lunch, but this is really nice.” You said tracing your finger along the intricate design decorating the edges of the table cloth. The cake shop you’d looked forward to going to was closed once you got off work, but the place Chris had taken you to instead was definitely very nice. The restaurant was casual enough that you felt comfortable in your work clothes but fancy enough that you felt.. kind of special. In all honesty you were expecting a pizza place or something, so this was a very pleasant surprise. He didn’t have to take you here, but he did anyway.

“I know right? I heard they have really good pork chops here so I had to give it a try.”

That reminded you of something that a coworker had said to you just before you got a text from Chris about the change of plans. He’d asked you about work things and then randomly asked what kind of food you liked. After answering him, he talked about work stuff for a few more minutes before excusing himself to get back to work. You thought it was strange then, but seeing as the answer you gave him was the same as the meal on the plates being set in front of you now, you had a feeling there was a connection.

If you remembered correctly his name was Changbin and he was a close friend of Chris’ from school. You’d have to thank him later.

“You okay?” Chris asked, cheeks already full of food.

“Hm?” you hadn’t realized you had been staring at your plate smiling like an idiot until he spoke.

“Oh! Yea, sorry just remembered something.” You answered right before you cut yourself a piece.

The drinks came out shortly after. You’d both ordered something light and fruity. Although it was friday, neither of you wanted a hangover so you figured one wouldn’t hurt.

Your sides were hurting from laughing. Chris had given you story after story from him and Changbin’s childhood but this one was by far your favorite.

“So to be more realistic, he put black paint around his eyes because, you know, you don’t really see Batman’s skin when he’s in the mask, you just see black.” he says, taking a deep breath to calm himself for the next bit of the story.

“And the Monday after Halloween he comes to school with black paint residue all over his eyes. It wouldn’t wash off.”

Chris was bright red and fanning himself with a menu trying to bring his temperature back down after laughing for what felt like twenty minutes straight. You weren’t doing much better. Your abdominal muscles felt like you’d be doing sit ups for hours and your mascara was threatening to run for the second time that day.

“Every teacher that saw him that day was either disappointed in him or laughed at him.” He wiped a tear from his eyes with a look of pure joy as he reminisced. “I think that was the best day of my life.”

At first you couldn’t imagine the very well put together Changbin you’d seen in meetings being so rowdy as a teenager, but if he had been friends with Chris all that time, you could see it. Chris was very professional and knew his shit, but he definitely seemed like the class clown type. He’d never disrupt a meeting with anything unrelated to the topic at hand, but he would definitely send you an IM or two that would have you biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing out loud.

“You really paint a picture..I’m sad that I wasn’t there to witness it.” You had almost forgotten about your drink until your bracelet clinked against the glass.You drank the last bit, chuckling to yourself about how fun it would have been to be a part of their school days antics.

“Me too..” he chuckled. “I would’ve had a lot more fun if you’d been there.” He traced the rim of his glass as he let his mind wander to a world where you’d been classmates as teens. He imagined sneaking you notes in math class, sharing his lunch with you if he got something you particularly liked, and late night study sessions where you did everything but study.

“Oh yeah?” you asked with a slight lilt to your voice signaling a question with a hint of playfulness you’d usually reserved for non-work encounters. A hint he picked up on and prayed was intentional.

He looked up from his glass, wistful smile still present like he was still somewhere between reality and a daydream. “Yeah.” he answered.

Your cheeks almost eclipsed your eyes when you smiled sincerely. You could feel them heating up as he looked at you. He maintained eye contact a little longer than a coworker would consider necessary.

You looked away. “We probably would’ve gotten in a lot of trouble.”

“Me? Never.” he waved away in your direction like he was physically batting away the concept of him being anything less than lovely. “I was an angel. You probably would’ve gotten us in trouble.”

You opened your mouth to disagree but closed it when you thought back on your highschool days.

“Actually you’re probably right.” you answered with a laugh. His eyes widened with this new bit of information.

“Wait, really? You?” he questioned with the same astonishment as if you’d said you could fit a two story house in your pocket.

You threw your head back in laughter at his very visible shock. “Yeah, I wasn’t a very good student.”

“Like.. school work-wise or behavior-wise?” he questioned while literally at the edge of his seat. This was easily the most animated you’d ever seen him.

“Well… both I guess.” you answered, biting back your smile at his curiosity.

“Really? That's crazy. With how you beat yourself up at work I would have guessed you were a straight-A student.”

You laughed again at the idea, picking up your fork and making patterns in the sauce left over from your meal.

“Veeery far from it. I wasn’t in fights or anything like that but.. yea…. I definitely wasn’t student of the year.” You smirked. “I bet the teachers loOoOoved you, though.”

“I mean.. well.. I don’t know.” he answered bashfully, leaning forward against the table on his elbows so he could hide his blushing behind his hands.

It felt like you two had your own little world that was just big enough for you two and the dinner table. You felt like a teenager again. His shyness strengthened your urge to mess with him. He had been shy around you before but never in this setting. Never had he been this way in a dimly lit restaurant, top two buttons of his dress shirt undone, and three drinks in your system. You were noticing a lot of things tonight. His hair was slightly tostled from messing with it as he told his stories, he had a habit of playing with the silver bracelet he wore on his wrist, and his lips were wet with the remnants of his last sip. All things that you may have noticed before but under these circumstances, you felt like you were seeing him for the first time. Chris' thoughts mirrored your own. He’d never seen you so open, so relaxed. He felt like this was the only time he’d ever seen you.

“I bet you were the favorite.” you added pointing at him with the end of your fork.

“Naaaaah… well not really.” he responded looking away from you like he knew it was indeed true. At least partly.

“I knew it! You totally seem like the type.” You laughed thinking about the sad puppy dog eyes he probably gave all his teachers whenever he was in trouble. He probably could have gotten away with a lot.

“Well if it makes you feel any better, I would’ve used my favorite privileges to get you out of trouble.”

“Is that so?” It was your turn to lean closer, beaming at him. Your eyes were almost shimmering with delight at the proposition of Chris protecting you from angry teachers if you’d been in school together.

“Of course.” Chris answered as smoothly as he could with his heart racing a million miles a minute. If you ever looked at him like that during work he’d take his laptop and work from home. He’d never be able to focus knowing you were around the corner after that.

“Did you have detention a lot?” he asked.

“Well… how much is a lot?”

“Wooow you really were a bad girl, huh?”

You shrugged like you had no idea what he could possibly mean, while pretending to look for the waiter. You hoped that averting your gaze was enough to distract him from noticing any reaction from you at the term ‘bad girl’. You liked that. You liked that very much.

“Well I would’ve snuck you out.”

“Mister Favorite? You’d never.”

“I would!” He probably would’ve contemplated his next sentence more if he was 100% sober, but he was not.

“I mean.. I still would.”

“Aaaw you’d sneak me out of detention?”

He leaned forward and outstretched his hand with his pinky out to seal the pledge. “Pinky promise.”

You narrowed your eyes at him before leaning forward and linking pinkies with his. His hand was warm in yours. It was nice.

“Pink promise.” You echoed. “You’ll be happy to find out that I don’t go to detention that much as a grown woman, but I appreciate the sentiment.” you joked making him pull his hand away to cover his face.

“You know what I meant. You’re so mean to me.” he complained through giggles.

“Aw I’m sorry,” you cooed, reaching across the table and gently tugging his hands from his face, taking them in your own.

You could have let go, but you didn’t. He could have pulled away but he didn’t.

“I’ll let you sneak me out of detention.” your voice was softer than it was before. In your closeness it felt like speaking too loudly would disturb the little bubble you two had.

“Good.” he answered, caressing your hand with the pad of his thumb. You would have stayed there for hours if you could have. You would have held his hand the whole time if you hadn’t seen the waiter coming to close out your tab.

Chris pulled away at the last possible moment and you took notice of the way he smiled at you when doing so.

You had a passing thought of Who knew he could be so sweet? But you knew. You knew very well.

Chris paid for the meal. You were going to pay for your portion, but when you handed him your card he looked at you like you were crazy. “I invited you out. My treat.” he insisted.

“I can order you an Uber home.” He offered once outside the restaurant. “I completely forgot I was driving and had a few too many cocktails to be completely honest.” he chuckled, smiling apologetically. You didn’t mind, happy to spend a little more time with him but you wouldn’t tell him that. You were starting to sober up and remembering all the things you said was making your ears hot. You didn’t outright tell him you liked him but you might as well have with all your micro-confessions and lingering touches. You were content with ignoring the way you might have felt about him before this dinner and the sudden change in feelings was giving you whiplash. In two hours you went from slightly affectionate colleagues to holding hands over dinner plates in public places. You were never this careless. You usually spent most of your time overthinking but not tonight. You wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but you were more than certain it had a lot to do with the man standing next to you. Your coworker who was currently holding your umbrella over your head so you wouldn’t get wet from the rain when getting into your shared Uber.

“You know you could have had your own. I would have paid for yours if you wanted.” He mentioned with a grin. He knew why you opted to share one. The smile from ear to ear told you as much. He just wanted to hear you say it.

“Aaah ya know. Safe…ty?” you answered. You were too embarrassed to be truthful but telling an obvious lie was more or less the same thing.

“Uh huh. Then why can’t a bad girl like yourself take care of that, hm?”

“Shut up.” you shot back, covering your face and hitting him lightly on the arm. He laughs out loud before putting his arm around you and giving you a light squeeze. If he catches you blushing, he doesn’t mention it. He doesn't remove his arm from around you either. He acts as if he forgot about it but he very much didn’t. If you can feel his heart hammering in his chest, you don’t mention it.

The ride back to your apartment was quiet. Part of you wondered what would happen if it was raining hard enough to warrant you inviting him inside. You could almost see him being the picture perfect gentleman in your mind’s eye. Him insisting on taking the couch, him worrying about whether you were sober enough to take a shower without falling, him asking if you wanted water all before considering if he needed any of those things himself. You would put money on him being nothing but wonderful.

“Your destination is on the left,” said the automated Uber voice.

“Well I guess this is it.” If he tried to hide his disappointment at the night coming to an end, he failed.

You snickered at his obvious reluctance to conclude your night out, gathered your belongings, and stepped out of the vehicle onto the damp pavement.

“See you on Mon-” your lips pressing against his cheek stopped his train of thought in its tracks.

“See you Monday!” you said before jogging up your apartment’s steps, praying that you don’t fall every step of the way.

For the rest of his journey home, Chris was on Cloud 9. He could still feel your chapstick on his cheek when he got home and got into bed. He really wasn’t sure how he was going to get anything done on Monday with all the hearts and rainbows dancing around in his head but he was sure of a few things.

1. He was going to ask you out on a date as soon as humanly possible. 2. He would need to get up early to pick out his outfit for work on Monday. 3. He owed Changbin. A lot.

He wanted to sleep, but he couldn’t contain how happy he was. He felt like a kid the night before a highly anticipated field trip. Way too excited to close his eyes long enough for sleep to even be a possibility. Giving up on sleep for the time being, he picked up his phone. A text this late wouldn’t be weird right? He had to make sure you got home safe! He was a gentleman after all.

You completed your nightly skin care quicker than you ever have. You wanted to go to sleep as soon as possible. Partly so you could pretend you didn’t just give a kiss to your coworker and partly because you could not wait two days to see him again. You found yourself still awake hours after being dropped off, staring at your ceiling not even knowing what to do with you nervous energy when you got a text.

chris 🗂️ : Made it home safe?

You snickered at his message, typing your own and hitting send.

you: The uber took my right to my door lol

Chris groaned into his pillow. Of course you made it home safe, he was there. Embarrassed as he might be, he types a response.

chris 🗂️ : Oh yea lol forgot chris 🗂️ : I guess I was a little distracted

You want to scream. When did he get so smooth?

chris 🗂️ : Before you go to bed, I have a quick question.

He doesn’t wait for your response, he’s too eager.

chris 🗂️ : Do you think I would be able to take you out on a date?

If you didn’t know your answer before tonight, you definitely do now.

you: Will we get to go to the cake shop?

Chris chuckles and sends his response.

chris 🗂️ : Lol of course. Pinky promise.

a/n: I wrote this to cope with the fact that when I go back to work tomorrow there will be no bang chan for me to give kisses to. Please pray for me in these trying times 🥲

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finchyyy · 6 months

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The less I know the better

kinda inspired by the song "The less I know the better"

wc- 498

Pairing- Hyunjin x reader

Warnings- Y/n is an asshole,cuss words, heavy angst, break ups , one sided relationships.

What should a person do when they catch feelings for their friend?

a) Confess

b) Don't let them find your feelings, keep them hidden.

d) Never talk to them again.

Option chosen by Hyunjin- Confess

The boy was tried from dropping hints. All his efforts were worthless. In the beginning, he was scared that he would ruin your friendship by confessing; however, now he could not take it. You would always see his gestures as something friends do, but his intentions were quite the opposite. You always saw him as your brother, although he was glad that you thought that you guys were close, but he wanted to be something more; he wanted to be your lover, not your bother. He couldn't keep it anymore; he was going insane. He was going to make you his today.

He knocked on your door, expecting to see you watching a movie on your couch. However, you were revealed with tear-stained cheeks and messy hair. "Oh, what happened to you?" Hyunjin said with a sympathetic expression. "Haneul broke up with me today," you said while hugging him for comfort. Hyunjin's body stiffened, and his fist clenched tighter. "The guy with blue hair?" he asked. "Mhm, and you know the thing that hurt the most was that I really loved him; I could imagine my future with him, Hyunnie. It hurts." "Does it really?" Hyunjin muttered under his breath. The moment he said that, you looked at him with teary eyes. "What do you mean?" You questioned him. God, now he could not back away.

"Y/n, I'm tired." He said, backing away from the hug. "Tired of what exactly? This moment is about me. You can't just say that you're tired; nothing has been happening in your life anyway." You replied. Before your reply, he never thought he would get mad at you; however, you cut straight through his last string.

"Oh really? Nothing has been happening in my life. You would know if you ever asked. The thing is, all you care about is yourself. Every two weeks, you crawl towards me, crying over a different boy each time, saying you love him so much that you could marry him. Have you even seen the signals I've dropped?" Hyunjin spoke honestly; he already regretted his words, but it was too late to turn back. "What do you mean? I don't get it." You said. You were surprised by the new side you discovered.

"You never do! Y/n, I've liked you for a long time. I tried to show you that. Guys don't normally show up at a girl's house at 3 in the morning just because their friend was not able to sleep. You have been avoiding my signs like it's a knife chasing you!" Hyunjin spat out his words. "And honestly, I wish you never told me about your breakups because my heart broke every time you cried over a boy. The less I knew, the better it would have been. Now that I think of it, you wouldn't even give a fuck about me and my feelings. Before you could reply, Hyunjin ran out of the door, leaving you in pure shock and guilt.

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finchyyy · 6 months

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A look into Aberrations! Y/n's life

please note that the images were collected from Pinterest

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finchyyy · 6 months

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Is it bad that I'm done with 2 chapter for aberrations but haven't even started with the masterlist??

#finchyyy's post😶‍🌫️#finchyyy is on the podium 👀#-aberrations-

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finchyyy · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 23 (praise kink)

Praise kink+ Seungmin=Kinktober Day 23

You can Seungmin were good friends, both of you knew each other since you guys were ten. Now your nineteen, siting on the couch and watching a gibli movie with a cup of ramen. Seems like a calm evening right? Well little did you know that Seungmin was panicking in the kitchen.

"I want to drink some water I'll be back." Seungmin said as he got up from the sofa and walked towards the refrigerator. Water was the last thing on his mind, the only thing there were your thighs. Those shorts were barely doing their job. Not to mention the shirt you were wearing, it hugged your figure perfectly however, Seungmin had to snap out of it. He could not risk his bond with you just because of his sexual fanaticizes.

His thoughts were interrupted as you walked in the room "Everything fine? You were staring at the frigde for a long time." You said while closing it. You leaned against the counter as you spoke "Okay, tell me whats wrong?" "Nothing actually, I just zoned out thinking about something." "May I know what that something is?" You curiously asked the male in front of you.

He took a moment to register what you were saying as he was only staring at your body. "Oh uhm I was thinking about the...Constitution?" You started walking towards him,"I know you are somewhat smart but you will never think about the constitution in your whole life, tell me what is the problem?" You found the answer to the question as you looked down to see a painfully obvious bulge "Fuck I'm sorry, I dint mean to get hard." Seungmin replied in a panic tone as he walked towards the door. "If you want me to leave I will, I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable." He said, clearly embarrassed.

He was fully expecting you to kick him out of your house however, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a kiss. To say that he was shocked was an understatement. He slowly started moving his lips and melted in your kiss. It was like a windy day, messy but refreshing. You pulled away as you look into the eyes of the male, "Was I the cause of this?"

"Yeah" Seungmin said as he met your eyes back "but I can't help it, you're so pretty." You were not handling Seungmin's complements well, that was shown when he saw your cheeks turn into a light shade of red. Seungmin smoothly picked you up and placed you on the kitchen counter. He kissed you one more time however, this time it felt different. It felt rushed and powerful. Seungmin roamed his hands all around your body while kissing you. Due to the lack of oxygen, he pulled away, only to see plump lips covered with his saliva. Fuck, that only got him harder.

Seungmin stood up from the counter and bent down until his face reached your thighs. He lifted your shorts and sucked on the surface of your inner thigs, leaving dark marks. He could not resist himself when he heard you moan. "Take of your clothes and underwear." The older commanded.

You were eager to know what was going to happen next as a result, you quickly removed your clothes and underwear. You were left naked in front of your best friend. It was supposed to feel weird in your mind but it did not? You felt comfortable with him, you didn't feel exposed. When you removed your clothes, Seungmin looked at you with lust and admiration. "Fuck, your even more beautiful then I thought." He said as he slid his fingers inside your clit and oh boy he was skilled . God he knew how to use his fingers well.

"It fe-els good" You said while stuttering. He loved the effect he had on you, he loved being the reason you're making beautiful sounds. "Does it?" "Yes, fuck I'm about to cum." That motivated him to put more effort, he slid another finger and applied more force. Just after a few seconds you released your juices, making a mess on Seungmin's fingers.

Seungmin held the fingers in front of you, asking you to suck them. You did as told and replaced the cum on his fingers with your saliva. "You did so well,darling." When you heard that comment, you could not help but close your thighs. Being the observant person Seungmin is, he noticed that little action. "Do you like it when I praise you?" You were caught off gaurd when you heard his question. "Yes, I love it when you praise me, I love it so much." "Fuck I can't take it anymore, can I fuck you?" "You would be more then welcomed to." you said as you smirked at the boy.

In just a second Seungmin released his dick from his pants and boxers "Tell me if you want to stop ,okay?" You rubbed your thigs as you were slowly to get frustrated from not being touched. "Impatient, I see." He said as he slid his dick inside your folds. The sudden action made you moan loudly. He could not control it anymore, he knew that he had power over you and it made him go crazy. He started thirsting at a faster pace, earning more unholy sounds from you.

"Oh fuck-k" Seungmin groaned, "Your taking my cock so well ,love." "God your going to make me cum." When you said that Seungmin got impatient, he wanted to see the pretty sight of you cumming. He kept his thumb over your clit and started rubbing on it. That was your last straw, it was the last thing he did before your juices shot out. After a few thirsts, he came.

Both of you were lying on the kitchen counter, "That was amazing y/n, you took me so well." "Ugh don't start with the praises, otherwise we will have another round." "Well, what if I want that to happen?"

(a/n- IM SORRY i feel like the smut in this was really rusheddd I feel like i need to improve the way in which i write smut cause its not the best hopefully this kinktober will give me more experience )

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finchyyy · 6 months

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Stepbrother!Yeonjun and toys (Kinktober 18+)

Stepbrother!Yeonjun going in your room to find tape however, when he goes through your drawer, he finds a purple dildo instead.

Stepbrother!Yeonjun questioning if you were really innocent like to appeared to be in front of your family.

Stepbrother!Yeonjun being caught holding a fucking dildo in his hand when you come out of the bathroom.

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You walked towards your room as you got out of your washroom. You didn't know what you were expecting but you were not expecting your stepbrother holding a sex toy in his hand. The moment you two made eye contact, you internally died. "Uhm,I know this is going to be awkward but can you not tell my mother?"

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Stepbrother!Yeonjun finding your begging cute and creates a deal.

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"Only in one condition."

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Stepbrother!Yeonjun having sex with you, he would not tell your parents and he got to have sex with his crush. It sounded like a good deal to him.

Stepbrother!Yeonjun using the same toy to pleasure you however, he knows that you will be screaming when he will use his dick.

Stepbrother!Yeonjun proving that a piece of plastic is wrothless and that his dick is way better.

Stepbrother!Yeonjun returning to his room like nothing happened in the risk of being caught.

Stepbrother!Yeonjun coming to your room every afternoon when your parents are not home and has sex with you. He finds more toys and try them on you, maybe even steals some so you could not pleasure yourself when he was not there.

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finchyyy · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 23 (praise kink)

Praise kink+ Seungmin=Kinktober Day 23

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finchyyy · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 23 (praise kink)

Praise kink+ Seungmin=Kinktober Day 23

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