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꒰ა♡໒꒱ chapter 5 ꒰ა♡໒꒱

lee know x f!reader x kim seungmin can be read separately! previous parts are only referred to, and somewhat explained! (though I recommend the rest of the series hehe it's been a journey)

summary: you had fucked them all, seungmin realizes. all of them. well, all of them except him. why not him?

word count: 6.2k

warnings: voyeurism & exhibitionism; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it & pee after sex, guys); oral(m receiving); fingering (m receiving); edging/orgasm denial; some tears; some degradation; puppy as a nickname (but no pet play); sub!seungmin, dom!reader and dom!minho; seungmin is touch-starved and self-conscious and swears a lot

author’s note: part 5!!! we did it folks!! though, spoiler alert, there will be a bonus chapter for this one 😏 I love me some dom!seungmin but I wanted to do something different. so have touch-starved sub!seungmin. also no drama in this one!!! I know some of you may have wanted more, but honestly, this one was always planned to just be a smut part, and the series doesn't really have an end, so I hope you forgive me 🫣

this may be the last official part BUT I am still thinking about doing a few smaller bonus instalments so stick around!! I'm not ready to let go of this series yet either. but either way, i wanted to say thank you so much for all your support! I never thought so many people would love this horny little series but here we are. to anyone who has reblogged, left a comment, sent an ask - I love you dearly and I hope you stick around on my blog. okay, enough blabla, on with the smut!!!

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It took Seungmin a while to realise what had been going on. But when he did, he felt red-hot shame burn through him because how had he not noticed?

For some reason, he didn’t think to question it, that one day when you were sitting on the kitchen counter while Minho was cooking. Hyunjin had casually stepped in between your legs, bringing a mixing spoon of cookie dough to your lips for you to taste. He didn’t question it either when Hyunjin turned around while still between your legs and brought the same spoon close to Jisung’s lips, teasing him by pulling it back just enough to make him chase it.

He found it a little odd, that one day when you were play fighting with Changbin, and he effortlessly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, his hands splayed over the back of your thighs. But he didn’t question that either, thinking you two must’ve just gotten closer.

He had also noticed Minho’s hands lingering on Felix’s waist more than they usually did, Felix’s coy little smiles ramping up, even more so when both you and Minho were in the room. But he didn’t think about it too much, not even when Jisung and Felix suddenly seemed a lot less shy about cuddling.

The one person he should’ve known was out of the ordinary was Chan. Alarm bless should’ve gone off in his head when he so effortlessly rested his hands on your hips to push past you in the crowded kitchen. Or when you arrived at the studio, and he shifted you past his strong chest with both of his hands on you, straight into Jisung’s waiting arms, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

No, it took him until tonight, a night of casual drinks and movies at the dorm, when they were teasing Jeongin about being the baby of the group, and you scratched the back of Jeongin’s head with a coy smile, and made a snide remark about how he was not as innocent as he seemed. The way Jeongin leaned into your touch, leaning closer to you with a lazy smirk, the way he licked his lips as his eyes flickered down to yours – and the only reaction in the room was dog whistling. Not shock or confusion, not even stares from Minho and Jisung – no, they were watching the exchange with smirks of their own.

Seungmin wanted to sink into the earth and disappear.

It had been happening right in front of his eyes. You had fucked them all. Maybe even you, Minho and Jisung had fucked them all together.

Everyone … except him.

Something twisted deep in his gut and his heart started thumping in his ears. He didn’t know whether it was the alcohol or the sleep deprivation, but his chest felt like it was about to cave in. He stood up abruptly and fled to the kitchen, ignoring Felix softly calling his name from behind him.

He pushes the door open and tries to take a deep breath, pacing up and down while his mind goes a hundred miles a minute.

All of them. All of them. Chan? Why would Chan do something like that, does he even understand how easily this could backfire on the group? And Jeongin? He had never seen him so confidently flirting with anyone. The way he had looked at you made heat curl in the pit of Seungmin’s stomach. Did you fuck Changbin, too? Did he touch you everywhere? And sweet Felix?

Steps approach the kitchen, and he leans against the counter, chest still rising and falling unevenly. He fixes his eyes on the floor when he hears the door open.

Fuck, who did they fuck? Did Minho … A shudder runs down his spine. Did Minho sink himself into any of his members? Touch them with his stupidly veiny arms, wind his hand around …

He’s distracted by your face popping into the edge of his vision, all furrowed brows and big eyes.

“Minnie?” you ask sweetly and he blinks. What did you call Hyunjin when you sat on his cock?

He hesitatingly makes eye contact with you as you peer at him uncertainly. God, you’re so fucking pretty, he’s not even surprised they all wanted to fuck you. It’s not like he’s never thought about it, especially since that one time he’d walked in on you blowing Minho in the shower. The two of you hadn’t even seen him, but he saw you. Heard Minho’s raspy moans bouncing off the tiles. Saw the water dripping down Minho’s chiselled chest, into the smattering of pubic hair, where you were kneeling, manicured nails digging into his thick thighs, your back sloping beautifully, rivulets of water running down from your hair. And your ass, all round and soft and delicious … .

Suddenly, you’re touching his arm in what he’s sure is meant to be a reassuring gesture, but he can feel the pressure of your fingers, and he feels like he’s about to explode. His head jerks up, trying to put some distance between your plush lips and his own face, but it’s then that he realises that Minho is standing right next to him, his chest almost touching Seungmin’s other arm.

“Hey,” you murmur, and his eyes focus back on you haphazardly. “Is everything okay?”

The shame burns deep in his chest, but he can’t not ask.

“Did you fuck them?” His voice is hoarse, and he sounds a lot more broken than he means to. Goddammit.

He sees you throw Minho an uncertain look.

“W-who?”

Seungmin scoffs.

“All of them. Did you fuck all of them?” he asks, his voice now a little more stable, at least. Good, he doesn’t need to make even more of a fool of himself in front of you.

You’re quiet for a second. He feels Minho place a calming hand on his shoulder. His entire body shudders, he no longer knows why.

“It was all consensual,” you say quietly, uncertainty in your voice. “Nobody’s feelings are getting hurt, or anything.”

“You even fucked Jeongin?” He asks incredulously, and your eyes widen. A smile steals over your lips, and he wants you to smile that way when you think about fucking him-

Wait, what.

“Yeah, that was just me, though.”

White-hot something, right down Seungmin’s spine.

“Oh, of course,” he says bitterly, lips curling up, “and the others, you all fucked?”

Minho finally speaks next to him, and his voice reverberates through Seungmin’s entire body.

“Hey,” he murmurs, and Seungmin’s head snaps over embarrassingly fast, “we didn’t do this to make you uncomfortable. It has nothing to do with you, we just had consensual sex with members who were interested.”

Seungmin’s eyebrows furrowed in upset.

“It has everything to do with me, if you fuck everyone except me!”

Minho fixes him with a stare that makes his belly do a flip.

“Seungmin, we promise you, it doesn’t …”

“Why don’t you want to fuck me?

…

Fuck, he did not just say that. The silence is deafening, the sound of someone laughing in the living room painfully loud. It feels like they’re laughing at him.

“What?” you breathe out, and Seungmin’s head feels like it’s about to explode. Maybe he can fix this.

“Like, it’s fine! I guess, I just … is there something wrong with me? I know I don’t look like Hyunjin, but … why don’t you want me?”

That is not fixing things, that is grovelling. Pathetic grovelling. He wants to slap himself. But then Minho purrs out his name, and it makes a shiver rack down Seungmin’s spine.

“Seungminnie, we didn’t think you’d want us.”

Seungmin’s brain comes to a grinding halt. Huh?

“Huh?” he repeats, this time out loud, and Minho chuckles next to him.

“Every time you walk in on any of us making out you make the most disgusted face,” he says with a smile in his voice, “and you’re not exactly known for being horny, like Felix or Jeongin. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about sex.”

“Is that why you knew you could approach Felix?” Seungmin asks quietly, but he can’t help but look at you and Minho curiously.

“Felix came to us actually,” you chime in, “quite boldly at that.”

“Huh,” Seungmin says again and cringes, “what about the others?”

You shrug.

“Hyunjin and I was a spur of the moment thing, Hyunjin told Jeongin about said spur of the moment thing, Chan and Changbin happened to catch me and Jisung screwing in the studio, …”

You trail off a little awkwardly, but Seungmin just nods. How did he miss all of that? He thought he was perceptive. He doesn’t know what else to say, so he just stays quiet.

“It just hasn’t come up with you, and you’ve never shown any indication of wanting anything like that,” Minho says gently, “especially not with us.”

Seungmin’s head snaps back to him, and this time he doesn’t even hide the bewilderment in his face.

“What do you mean? Have you looked at yourselves?” he scoffs out, blushing slightly when Minho’s eyes widen, “How could I not want you.”

The air shifts when his eyes meet yours, and you lick your lips, your gaze slowly tracing across his features as you take a step closer. So close, Seungmin can smell your perfume now, and he wants to bury his nose in your neck and inhale it from the source.

“What exactly do you want, Minnie?” your voice is velvety, and he feels a fire kindling in his abdomen when you say his name like that.

He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. What does he want? And even if he knew, how could he ever just ask for it like that?

Minho’s hand squeezes his shoulder, and Seungmin leans into it slightly.

“Do you want Y/N?” he asks with a small, knowing smile.

Seungmin just nods dumbly as he looks at you, all big eyes and glossy lips and soft skin. Of course, he does. You smile at him and allow one of your fingers to trace over his arm.

“Do you want … me?” Minho asks, even more gently, and Seungmin looks back at him, back up at him somehow, Minho towering over him even though Seungmin is technically the taller one.

Seungmin doesn’t need to think about the answer to that question, but he does have to remind himself that he can say it. You two had fucked the others. There’s no judgement. Minho wants this, too. Probably. Hopefully.

Minho opens his mouth as if to say something, but Seungmin interrupts him hastily.

“Fuck, yes,” he stammers out and looks back up at Minho with wide, embarrassed eyes, “I … want you, too.”

But it’s worth it, to see Minho’s eyes change. There’s fire now where there wasn’t before, and Seungmin has never felt so entirely seen. He thinks his knees might buckle.

“Okay,” Minho says with a smile, “that’s good to know because we both want you, too.”

Seungmin thinks his heart might give out. Minho is so nonchalant about it.

“The next question is: How you want to do this? Do you want to be in control? Or should we take the reins on this? Consensually, of course,” Minho asks, his voice still smooth and unbothered.

Seungmin just blinks at him dumbly.

“I don’t … I wouldn’t know how to …”

Minho just nods and hums.

“Let us take charge then, we have experience with that.”

Seungmin’s pretty sure he’s getting hard just from listening to Minho talk like that. But then your soft fingertips are on his jaw, and you turn him back to you, and he wonders when on earth you got this close, close enough to feel your breath on his face, to hear the twinkle of your earrings. Suddenly, Minho leans into his ear and Seungmin gasps.

“I have an idea of what you might like, puppy,” Minho whispers, and Seungmin makes an altogether ridiculous sound. It makes Minho chuckle in his ear.

“Bingo,” he mumbles, letting his hot breath ghost over Seungmin’s ear.

“You’re evil,” Seungmin chokes out, eyes still locked with yours as you pull yourself close to him and grind your hips over his. He’s definitely getting hard now.

“Aw, is Minho being mean to the little pup? Too good at reading you? Knowing exactly what you need?” you tease and Seungmin’s whole face starts burning, though the shame only makes him harder, and his hips bump yours, rolling his growing erection into your abdomen.

“Fuck you,” he groans out as his eyes slip shut with a tiny moan. He feels your giggle against his lips and Minho’s against his ear, and he briefly wonders if this is how Jisung feels every day. But all thoughts of Jisung get wiped from his head when your lips brush his.

“We’re trying,” you whisper before you finally kiss him, and it’s unlike everything he’s ever experienced. Granted, he didn’t exactly have a ton of experience, and Minho wasn’t wrong when he said Seungmin wasn’t known for being overly sexual, but Minho didn’t know of the aching want that lived in his chest, the want to be touched and tasted and completely taken apart (or be the one doing the taking apart, Seungmin wasn’t picky). Your lips, your hands, they feel like a balm on that burning ache.

And yet, he’s hesitant, almost afraid that you will pull back and leave him high and dry, laugh at him for ever thinking he could be the one you want. He wouldn’t survive that, no, not when your lips are the sweetest thing he has ever tasted.

As if he can read his mind, Minho wraps his arm around Seungmin’s waist, places a chaste kiss right under his ear and whispers a barely perceptible, “let go.”

The shudder that races down his spine allows you to push your tongue into his mouth, and something in Seungmin cracks open. He groans, hands racing up your body until he’s cradling your face, pulling you closer and closer. Minho breathes out a quiet fuck next to him and though Seungmin barely dares to believe it, it sounds like approval.

He only pulls back when his lungs are burning, and he wonders if he looks even a fraction as pretty as you do with your swollen lips and wide eyes. He’s still panting when Minho’s palm slides up to his face, turns his face to him, and crashes his own lips to his.

Minho’s lips are harsher, his plump top lip brushing over his in a way that makes him dizzy, his tongue licking into his mouth from the beginning, taking exactly what he wants from Seungmin and Seungmin loves every second of it. He’s so lost in Minho’s kiss, he doesn’t notice your hand sneaking down between your bodies until you start palming him. The sudden friction feels so good, he can’t help his jaw falling slack as a strangled moan tumbles from his lips. Minho pulls back with a chuckle.

When Seungmin’s eyes finally come back into focus, he sees you grin at him wickedly as you rub him harder, and he bucks into your palm. Minho is watching you intently, fingers digging into Seungmin’s waist.

“Can we … can we go to my room before fuck before someone walks in?” Seungmin pants out, and you laugh again before you grab his hand and drag him down the hallway, Minho right behind him, his hands already tugging Seungmin’s shirt out of his pants, brushing his fingertips over Seungmin’s bare skin.

As soon as the door closes behind the three of you, Seungmin is trapped between your soft body in front of him and Minho’s hard body behind him, and he swears he’s in heaven. Minho’s hands are pushing under his shirt, running all over his burning skin as he pushes the fabric up and your hands are tugging at his waistband. It’s so much, to be touched like this, and his head is buzzing so loud that he can’t do much of anything except throw his head back and gasp. But you and Minho don’t seem to care as you undress him, Minho ripping the shirt over his head at the same time as his belt buckle clinks open under your insistent fingers. Minho’s teeth sink into his shoulder as you shove down his pants, and his hand shoots to tangle into Minho’s hair, trying to pull him closer and closer.

But then you sink to your knees and Seungmin whimpers out pathetically. You laugh out melodically from where you’re perched in front of him.

“I haven’t even touched you yet,” you chuckle, running your hands up and down Seungmin’s naked thighs, watching in fascination as goosebumps break out all over his skin. “Has it been that long since someone touched you?”

Seungmin feels a wave of embarrassment rushing through him at your words. He nods tentatively, his hands coming to cover his now burning face.

“Hey,” Minho purrs into his ear, and Seungmin almost jumps. Don’t be mean, don’t be mean, don’t be mean, I can’t take it, not about this he chants in his head, “it’s hard meeting people with our job, I get it.” Oh, thank God. He bites back a relieved whimper.

You hum in approval as you pull Seungmin’s briefs down. He’s rock hard and leaking, and he hisses when the cold air hits him. It’s like he can feel your eyes on him, burning into his skin as you drag your palm up the bottom of his length. This moan he can’t hold back, body shivering in Minho’s arms.

“Oh, you’re a big boy,” you say coquettishly, and Seungmin nearly passes out. How can you just say these filthy things so casually?

But then your lips wrap around his cock and slowly, torturously so, take him into your mouth. His knees would’ve buckled, if it weren’t for Minho’s strong hands on his hips. You bob your head and let your tongue swirl around him, and he moans out pathetically.

“Shh, puppy,” Minho murmurs into his ear, hands slowly caressing his torso. “Let her take care of you.”

You don’t take him all the way into your mouth, not even particularly deeply, instead focusing on swirling your tongue around him, licking over his head and his slit – but his legs are already trembling.

“I think you should look down, Seungminnie,” Minho murmurs, “you’re missing out on a real sight.”

Seungmin swallows and blinks his eyes open, taking a steadying breath before looking down. And thank God he did because the view of you, so pretty with your lips stretched around his cock, makes his knees weak. The image sears itself into his brain, and he knows it’ll be making him cum for the next weeks, no months.

Seungmin can feel Minho let out a heavy breath behind him, and one of Minho’s hands detaches itself from Seungmin’s hips to come to the back of your head. Minho runs his fingers through your hair lovingly, your eyes locking with his over Seungmin’s shoulder, before he grips you and gently guides you up and down on Seungmin’s cock.

It’s too much, and Seungmin’s head lolls back onto Minho’s shoulder again. The pace Minho sets makes heat pool in his abdomen at an alarming rate. The heat is all consuming, all his pent-up need churning in his abdomen, desperate moans tumbling from his lips.

“I … Fuck, I’ll …”

When he’s about to tip over the edge, Minho lets you pull back.

Seungmin’s throbbing cock falls, hanging between his legs all wet and angry, and the release his body so desperately needed crumbles and vanishes.

“Fuckshitfuckfuckfuckwhatthefuck,” Seungmin whines out. There’s a guttural desperation in his voice as he curses and curses, his body feeling like a live wire.

Minho presses a hot kiss to his neck, and gently shushes him again.

“You can’t cum already, silly puppy,” he chuckles into his ear and Seungmin’s brain goes a little fuzzy with the degrading nickname, “we’ve only just started playing.”

Both of his hands are back on Seungmin’s body now, running over his hot skin. When he brushes his thumb against his nipple, Seungmin hiccups out another quiet fuck.

You get up off the floor and come to stand in front of him again.

“Dirty mouth,” you say as you lean in. But Seungmin’s head is still resting against Minho’s shoulder, eyes half shut as he tries to catch his breath. Your eyebrows furrow and you exchange a look with Minho.

“What’s this? I suck your dick so well you nearly cum in five minutes, but I don’t even get a kiss?” you scold and Seungmin’s head shoots up, staring at you with wide eyes. He shakes his head frantically.

“That’s no way to treat your mistress, puppy,” Minho agrees from behind him, and Seungmin whimpers, desperately trying to lean forward to connect his lips to yours.

“No, no, no, ‘m sorry, I didn’t realise,” Seungmin stammers out, his eyes racing all over your face, until they get caught in yours, so big and deep he feels like he’s getting lost in them.

“Please,” he breathes out, and you finally lean in and let him connect his lips to yours. He kisses you eagerly, desperately, intent on making up for his mistake. All of his hesitancy from earlier has gone out the window, his large hands winding around your waist and pulling you closer before one slips under your shirt and runs all over your soft skin. He wants more, more, more, he feels insatiable.

“Can I …?” he mutters against your lips as he plays with the hem of your shirt and as soon as you nod, he pulls the fabric up and over your head. He tugs you closer until his naked chest is pressed to yours, and he hums happily as he reconnects his lips to yours. He hears fabric rustling behind him, and then he feels Minho’s skin on his back, and he keens out at the feeling.

“Touch-starved little puppy,” Minho murmurs and turns him around by his hips. Seungmin just nods, pulling Minho into his lips by his jaw greedily, Seungmin’s tongue now then one that slips into Minho’s mouth and makes the latter moan dirtily. Seungmin’s cock brushes against Minho’s clothed hip, and he wants to weep. His hands race to Minho’s belt, but Minho stops him, grasping both his wrists in his strong hands.

“This is about you, baby,” he says quietly, and Seungmin blinks at him. “Why don’t you sit on the bed?”

Seungmin looks back at you for confirmation, and when you nod, he complies. He almost feels drunk, his head spinning with arousal and excitement as he ambles over to his bed and sits down at the foot of it. He shivers slightly now, the loss of the heat of your bodies making his chest contract.

The two of you don’t move for a second, only staring at each other, until Minho takes a step forward, pulls you into his body and cradles your neck, kissing you so deeply, Seungmin’s belly does a little flip. It’s so intimate, Seungmin almost feels like he shouldn’t be watching, how Minho squeezes his eyes shut, how your nails drag down Minho’s chiselled chest, how Minho grabs your ass and pulls you against him. But you look so good together that he can’t not watch. His dick twitches when Minho hastily undoes the button on your pants, pushes down the zipper and shoves his hand into your panties. The way you keen into him makes Seungmin lightheaded. Minho chuckles into your lips when you gasp out.

“Fucking hell, you’re really getting off on this one, huh,” he murmurs, just loud enough for Seungmin to hear. You raise your eyebrows at Minho before your hand falls to his bulge and squeeze.

“So are you, honey,” you say sweetly, and Minho rolls his eyes and pulls his hand from your panties, bringing them to his own lips.

Seungmin watches mesmerised as Minho cleans your slick off his fingers as he eyefucks you. His neglected cock dribbles pre-cum onto his sheets, and he wishes he could film the scene in front of him.

But then you notice him, and all at once he remembers that he’s not watching porn, but that this is really happening, and it sends him for another tailspin. You walk over to him, slowly pushing down your pants before you push him backwards with one single finger on his chest. Seungmin goes down without a fight. He would do anything for you at this point. You’re hovering over him like an angel, and when you grin, he knows he’s in for it, and he can’t wait. Without even kissing him, you sit back on your haunches.

“Why don’t you spread your legs a little wider for me, puppy,” you purr out, and your hands wrap around his ankles. Slowly, you push his legs back until they’re folded by his side and stare down where he’s now exposed to you. Seungmin’s face is burning.

“Hold them there, baby,” you say gently, and he does as you ask, wrapping his shaking hands around the back of his thighs.

“Good boy,” you mumble, and he has to bite his lip so he doesn’t whimper.

You get up only enough to pull your panties down your legs before you climb over him, your legs on either side of his, your core hovering right over his hard, leaking cock. This time he can’t hold back the needy whimper.

“Fuck, what are you doing,” he mumbles out and promptly blushes even harder when you chuckle at him.

“I’m gonna sit on your pretty little cock, puppy, what else would I do.” You pump him a few times before you line him up with your dripping entrance and sink down slowly, until he’s sheathed all the way inside of you. The wail that pushes past Seungmin’s lips is insane, and his hands fall from his legs to fist the sheets.

You don’t move, and he’s torn between begging you to please move and saying a prayer that you don’t because he’s throbbing again already, just from the sensation of your silky walls wrapped around him so perfectly. He wonders if you can feel it.

Minho’s broad shoulders appear behind you, looking down at Seungmin with his deep, penetrating stare that goes straight to Seungmin’s crotch. Minho’s hands gently swipe over your shoulders, brushing down the straps of your bra, making a beautiful show of it until he finally unclasps the back and throws it aside. Seungmin’s eyes fall to your tits, and he licks his lips instinctively. Minho smirks at his reaction. He snakes his hands around your waist and grabs both your tits, kneading them in his hands, watching Seungmin’s every reaction. Then he takes your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger and pinches them and your reaction is instant, back arching as you let out a pretty little whimper and clench around Seungmin enough to make him whimper as well.

Minho does it again, and you clench again, and it feels so good, Seungmin’s hips want to jump off the bed. But he can’t, you have him entirely pinned underneath your weight. His fists tighten on the sheets until his knuckles turn white.

Minho lets his hands glide down your body reverently, until his chest is pressed against your back and his hand dips between your spread legs. His lips nip at the skin of your neck as his pointer finger glides between your folds and finds your clit. He starts rubbing leisurely circles onto it that make you sink your nails into Seungmin’s legs, your cunt clenching around him so regularly he thinks he’s going to lose his mind. How is he going to tell you that he will actually cum just from this?

But then Minho’s fingers dip lower and glide around the base of Seungmin’s cock where he’s deep inside you, and Seungmin’s eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Oh my … fuuuuuck,” he wails out, his hands nearly ripping the sheets underneath him. And then you start rocking your hips over him ever so slightly, and he curses again.

“Feels so good,” he whines, all self-control out the window, “‘m so close, please, let me … let me …”

“How close?” You ask breathlessly and Seungmin’s cock throbs, his head thrown back. Almost there, he wants to answer, but he can’t string words together anymore.

But again, it seems like you know because – you stop, your hips stilling entirely. The moan of disappointment he lets out is visceral, his mouth falling open as his release slips away from him again. He wants to cry.

“Oh god, why, oh why, fuckfuckfuck,” he babbles out and you just shake your head.

“You haven’t even made me cum yet, pup.”

He’s going to die, he’s sure of it. His thighs are shaking, whole body shaken by tremors of his unspilled pleasure. When Minho speaks, he hears him like he’s underwater.

“Hey, Seungminnie,” Minho pipes up from where he’s stood behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder. Seungmin’s head is still too dazed to reply, so he just hums. “Have you ever played with your cute little ass?”

Seungmin pries one eye open to stare at Minho, trying to assess if he’s joking. When he sees Minho’s sincerity, he feels stupid. Right, Minho and Jisung. Way to make it obvious you’re a borderline virgin, Kim, he chastises himself.

“Only … my fingers,” he mumbles out and Minho nods.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?” Minho asks and Seungmin scoffs.

“Don’t you think you’ve embarrassed me enough for one night?”

“What do you mean?” Minho asks gently and Seungmin sighs.

“I already nearly came twice, …” he trails off and Minho chuckles.

“Pup, that’s because we’re doing it on purpose,” he reassures, and Seungmin feels slightly better, “we just want to make you feel good. Are we making you feel good?”

Seungmin’s eyes slip shut when you grind your hips down and clench around him.

“So … so fucking good,” he sighs out.

“Good. Then be a good pup and make Y/Nie cum, and then I’ll give you your reward,” Minho purrs and Seungmin feels like his brain is leaking out of his ears. He just nods and wordlessly points to his bedside table.

“What?” Minho asks.

“Lube,” Seungmin just says, and Minho barks out a laugh.

“Fuck, you’re needier than I thought.”

Your hips resume their grinding movement as Minho roots around his drawers and Seungmin’s mouth falls open with pleasure. Your movements speed up as you start lifting yourself off his cock and drop back down.

When he finally flutters his eyes open, he’s met with the image of you riding him, your own eyes screwed shut as you fuck yourself down onto him, your fingers raking over his calves. It feels weird, his own passive role in this, but at the same it’s overwhelming him, just how good it feels to be handled like this. His legs are starting to burn from how they’re folded in on himself, but somehow it’s only adding to the pleasure running through his body.

You ride him harder, little moans tumbling from your lips and Seungmin sees Minho watch you intently, his eyes glued to your scrunched up face, his cock straining against his pants. He can’t watch for long before the pleasure gets too much again, and his head falls back.

Seungmin can feel Minho’s fingers run over the sensitive backs of his thighs before he hears the lid of the lube bottle pop open. When Minho’s slick finger runs over his rim, he gasps out. It feels so much better than it has ever felt when it was just him and his own fingers.

Minho pushes one finger in slowly and Seungmin moans lewdly, his hands looking for purchase on your body. Minho fucks his finger into him in time with you bouncing on his cock, and Seungmin’s world slowly starts to lose focus, all his nerve endings on fire.

Somehow, he manages to snake his hand in between your bodies and presses his thumb against your clit, letting you grind against it as you ride him and your whimpers climb in pitch, your cunt clenching around him so hard he’s seeing stars. And then, without a warning, you suddenly fall apart, hips twitching as you just take your orgasm from him, riding it out with a fucked out smile on your face. He doesn’t see Minho turn your head to his to press a messy kiss to your parted lips as he works a second finger into Seungmin.

Seungmin himself is barely coherent anymore, the sensation of you cumming around him, Minho’s fingers making him feel so full and the over stimulation of the two orgasms you had so brutally ripped from him – he doesn’t know what kind of noises he’s making at this point, but he no longer cares, the only thing he can think of is the all-consuming heat that is building in his abdomen.

“Fuck, please, shit let me cum, this time, please,” he hears himself plead, and he wants to cry, he’s so fucking desperate. As a response, Minho crooks his finger into Seungmin’s prostate, and Seungmin moans so loud he’s pretty sure the whole dorm can hear.

“Please, please, please, I can’t take it fuck I can’t fucking … oh god,” he keeps pleading, his eyes unfocused as he stares up at you. There’s wetness on his cheek, and it’s only then that he realises that he’s crying.

Suddenly, you lift yourself off his cock and lean over him, caging him against the bed. Your weight on top of him is reassuring, and he leans up to kiss you, sighing happily when your fingers thread into his hair.

“Such a good puppy, such a pretty puppy,” you murmur against his lips and he whimpers.

Somewhere behind you, Minho’s hand wraps around his cock as his fingers crook inside of him again. Minho’s fingers keep rubbing at his prostate as Minho slowly jerks him off, and Seungmin can feel himself leaking all over Minho’s hand as he barrels towards his orgasm, pathetic whimpers tumbling from his lips as his legs twitch helplessly.

“Please,” he whispers in your mouth, and you shush him gently.

“It’s ok, puppy, you can cum,” you murmur, and that’s all it takes for Seungmin’s entire world to explode into white as he cums. The pleasure is so intense his body is thrashing on the bed underneath you, and he keeps spilling and spilling and spilling into Minho’s hand, more than he ever had before, and then his vision goes fuzzy at the edges.

…

“Seungmin, puppy, can you hear us?”

Minho’s voice sounds like he’s underwater again, but Seungmin hears him. Somewhat. His throat is dry and raw, so when he tries to speak, all that comes out is a raspy affirmative.

“Hey, there you are,” he hears you whisper gently. He can feel your hand carding through his hair, and he hums, leaning into the touch.

He hears the door to his bathroom open and some water run. Then, Minho appears in his line of sight with a wet towel in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

“Here, drink,” he orders, and you help bring the bottle to Seungmin’s lips. He gulps it down greedily as he feels something wet and warm wipe at his stomach. You move to climb off him, but he whines slightly, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close.

You chuckle, but press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“It’s okay, take your time,” you whisper to him as you slowly move to lie down next to him. He pulls you closer with the arm that’s still around your waist.

His heart rate is calming down, and he finally feels like his brain is working again.

“Jesus Christ, what did you do to me?” He breathes out and feels you chuckle against him.

“Felt like you needed it,” you say gently, and Minho nods. When Seungmin meets Minho’s eyes, he blushes crimson. He’s topless but still in his jeans.

“Fuck, you didn’t even get undressed,” he laments and grimaces, one hand shooting up to hide his face. Fucking pathetic. But Minho gently grabs him by the wrist und forces Seungmin to look at him.

“Hey,” he says sternly, “what I do or don’t do is entirely up to me. You don’t owe me anything, okay?”

Seungmin nods tentatively, and Minho reaches a hand out to ruffle his hair.

“Plus, it was really fucking hot,” he adds, and Seungmin blushes more.

“Just because I don’t talk about sex doesn’t mean I don’t need it,” he mumbles out, and Minho just nods at him.

“Noted,” he just says.

You make sure Seungmin has recovered completely before you leave him with a kiss to his forehead and slip down the hallway back to Minho’s room.

As soon as the door closes behind you, Minho pushes you against it, his lips on yours. His hands slide under your shirt and run all over you while he licks into your mouth dirtily. When he pulls back, his face is flushed and his eyes are wild.

“Do it to me,” he pleads, "I've never wanted to sub, but now I do. Do it to me."

yeah, you see now why I need to do a bonus chapter 😏 minho kink exploration coming soon 🤪 also disclaimer lol

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✧˚.♡.˚✧ chapter 4 ✧˚.♡.˚✧

3racha x f!reader can be read separately! previous parts are only referred to

summary: you didn't plan on sleeping with them when you started riding Jisung on the studio sofa, promise! but it just ... happened. though it seems this time, you and jisung may have bitten off more than you can chew and jealousy starts brewing

word count: 7.6k

warnings: voyeurism & exhibitionism; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it & pee after sex, guys); oral; fingering; chansung action (controversial!!); pretty vanilla sex with a little bit of sub!jisung; reader and changbin have mad chemistry; channie has a daddy kink and fucks like an animal :)

author’s note: can I truly improve on chapter 3? probably not, and this one's oddly specific as well. we got chansung action, reader chemistry with changbin and some jealousyyyyyy. this bitch got lore now, I guess. hope you enjoy!!!! I'm self conscious about it!!!!

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“Oh fuck, baby, oh my god …”

Jisung’s voice was ringing through the studio, bouncing off the soundproofed walls, drowning out the lewd sound of your cunt swallowing his cock over and over again as you rode him on the sofa.

Chan and Changbin had gone for a convenience store run around 20 minutes ago and Jisung had quite literally (consensually) coerced you into fucking him by sinking to his knees as soon as they were out the door, flipping up your skirt and burying his nose in your panties, mouthing at your clothed core until you were soaked, and he was practically begging you to sit on his cock, pointing to the tent and the wet spot in his pants with a bratty little pout.

Now he was heavy and dripping deep inside of you, his hands all over your still clothed body, sliding up and down your bare thighs, underneath the folds of your pretty skirt, digging his thumbs into where your thighs met your hips, shoving you down onto his cock over and over again as more and more moans tumbled from his lips.

You slowed down the grind of your hips until you were barely moving and Jisung keened out underneath you. You wrapped your hand around his throat, squeezing slightly, enough to make Jisung’s cock twitch inside of you.

“You gotta be quiet, baby boy, they could be coming back any second,” you muttered and attached your lips to his, swallowing his moans as you slowly ground into him. He was losing his mind underneath you, his hand slipping under your shirt and shoving itself into your bra to palm one of your tits, mewling into your lips as he squeezed your nipple.

“Lemme suck on your tits,” he mumbled against your lips, “they won’t mind if they come back. Such pretty tits, mommy.”

You felt yourself gush around him at his words, and he giggled almost drunkenly.

“Ah, you like it when I call mommy’s tits, pretty, huh,” he whispered against your lips, catching your bottom lip between his teeth.

God, he was going to be the absolute death of you, all pouty pink lips and blown pupils and messed up floppy hair.

Your hips stilled, and your hand tightened around his throat, cutting off the pleasure from your cunt but making need pool in his guts with how tight your hand was around his throat. He let out the most delicious, strangled moan, his dazed eyes widening.

You were just about to open your mouth and chastise him when the door to the studio opened and Chan and Changbin walked in.

You dropped your hand from Jisung’s throat and you both froze, expecting one or both of them to take one look at you and run out of the room. But … nothing. Both of them shot you a look and Changbin scoffed out a “get a fucking room” before he set down the bag from the convenience store on top of the mini fridge, putting away some bottles of soda.

Jisung’s dick twitched inside you, and you had to swallow down a moan. You stared at each other for a good few seconds, rendered speechless by the situation you found yourselves in. Then you looked down.

You couldn’t believe it. You were fucking Jisung’s brains out fully clothed and somehow, your skirt was long enough to fall over where Jisung’s sweats were bunched around his thighs, hiding where you two met entirely. Chan and Changbin didn’t know that he was balls deep inside of you. You couldn’t help but clench hard at the realisation, and Jisung’s eyes silently rolled into the back of his head. Chan was talking to Changbin until he looked over at you.

“Can you stop making out?! We have work to do,” he grumbled, and Jisung chuckled nervously underneath you. Your leg was falling asleep and starting to tingle painfully, and you tried shifting slightly – but the movement was enough to make a tiny whimper push past Jisung’s lips.

You both froze, and this time Chan and Changbin froze as well.

“Are …” Chan cleared his throat, staring at you with the most bewildered look in his eyes, “are you sitting on his dick right now?”

Your face started burning as you looked from Chan to Changbin. Then you nodded. Changbin just looked from your face to where he assumed you and Jisung met, before looking back up. Chan was still staring at you, a deep crimson blush on his cheeks.

You shifted restlessly and Jisung moaned, screwing his eyes shut and letting his head fall onto the backrest of the sofa. Chan’s eyes widened at Jisung’s noise, gaze flickering over to him. You weren’t moving, but Jisung was pulsing inside of you, and you felt your cunt leak more wetness.

“Baby, you’re dripping,” Jisung whispered, presumably for your ears only, but judging by the way Changbin’s eyelids fluttered, he had heard it crystal clear.

“You’re getting off on this?” Changbin’s voice cut through the silence, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He was staring down at you and …oh. You cocked your head slightly to the side, a ghost of a smile playing around your lips as you tried to confirm your theory in his eyes. Jisung was watching the exchange and let out a breathless giggle, his hands gently massaging your hips again.

Chan didn’t see any of that. His face was burning, his heart beating painfully in his chest; he wanted to sink into the floor. Why was he so affected by this? It’s not like he’d never walked in on the members jerking off, or heard Minho and Jisung get it on. Why was this different? Why was it so hard for him to look at you, with your pretty hair and your swollen lips and the blush on your cheeks; he couldn’t let himself think about what was happening underneath your skirt. And then Jisung let out another pitiful whimper, and suddenly, he felt his jeans tightening.

He shot from his chair so fast it banged against the table.

“What the fuck are we doing, we should leave, so you can get dressed,” he muttered, patting his pockets down for his phone, trying desperately to avoid your eyes, Jisung’s eyes, Changbin’s eyes, as if they could see what fucked up things were going on in his mind. He walked towards the door, but before he could reach it, your soft fingers wrapped around his wrist.

He froze and looked down at you.

“You … you don’t have to go,” you murmur, doe-eyes peering up at him from where you were perched on Jisung’s lap. Jisung was staring up at him, too, his eyes wide, lips slightly parted. God, the two of you were pretty.

“What do you mean?” He breathed out as he got more than a little lost in your eyes, swallowing hard.

“I mean …” your eyes trailed behind him, presumably to look at Changbin, before coming back to him and eyeing him carefully, “you could stay. Both of you. I could … we could help you work off some stress.”

Did you just say what he thought you did? He looked over at Changbin and found the latter eyeing you up and down. When he realised Chan was staring at him, he just shrugged. Why was he the only one who thought this was insane? You and Jisung seemed awfully confident.

“That seems like a really bad idea for the group,” Chan forced himself to say, and he was almost impressed with how stable his voice was. Jisung’s lips drew into a lazy smile, a raspy chuckle falling from them.

“Don’t worry, Channie-hyung,” he murmured as his hands fell back to your bare thighs. He let them trail under your skirt slowly, and Chan and Changbin couldn’t take their eyes off it. Jisung’s smirk grew. “It hasn’t caused problems with the others.”

Chan’s eyes snapped up to his.

“The others? You slept with other members?”

“Only Hyunjin and Felix,” Jisung responded, watching Chan closely as his eyebrows shot up.

“And Jeongin, …” you added quietly.

“Oh, yeah, and Jeongin,” Jisung added with a lazy grin, his eyes trailing down your face and to your lips. His thumbs were rubbing over your skin in a way that told you he had an idea of how this was going to go already.

“Does Minho know?” Chan asked, eyebrows furrowed in worry. Jisung smiled at Chan.

“Of course he knows, he was there,” Jisung explained easily and Chan took a deep breath.

Your hand was still wound around Chan’s wrist, and you let your thumb rub over his skin soothingly. He was looking at you with his worried expression. You tugged him closer to you, and he complied hesitantly.

“Just let it happen, Channie,” you murmured, pulling him closer, so you could fist your hand into his t-shirt, “nothing bad is going to happen if we have a little bit of fun.”

He shook his head, but his eyes were glued to your lips.

“I feel like we all need to talk about this,” he mumbled unconvincingly as he let you pull him close enough your breath was ghosting over his face.

“But not now,” you murmured back and pulled him into your lips.

His breath stuttered, and his hand shot up to cradle the side of your face when you slipped your tongue into his mouth. And God, was he a good kisser. His plumps lips felt heavenly on yours, his tongue licking into your mouth confidently, angling his head, so he could slip it in deeper, making you moan into his mouth.

Jisung whimpered underneath you and ever so slightly rocked his hips into yours, and you realised that you were clenching around him. Chan pulled back slightly when he noticed the motion, and for a brief moment, you thought he was going to change his mind. But then his thumb swiped over your cheekbone gently.

“Can you turn around?” he asked, his voice almost cracking. You nodded, and he took a step back, falling back down onto his chair, tugging at the crotch of his jeans. Jisung immediately pulled you into a filthy kiss, moaning into your mouth when he tasted Chan on you.

You pulled back, and he gave you a fucked out smile before he sighed and pinched your ass and helped you lift off his lap enough to turn around and straddle him the other way.

Before guiding you back onto his cock, he took his time running his hands all over your waist, over your belly and your clothed tits, almost as if to claim you in front of his hyungs. But then he pushed your hips down and his up and your eyes fluttered shut at the new angle, his cock settling back into you snugly.

Chan was watching the two of you, his eyes restlessly flitting between you and Jisung, like he couldn’t decide where to look.

Changbin was still standing a little off to the side. When you caught his gaze, his eyes were already trained on you, full bottom lip caught between his teeth, a pronounced bulge in his jeans. You gave him a smile and crooked your finger for him to come over, and he grinned at you, walking over and coming to kneel in front of you without hesitation.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he hummed out, and cradled the back of your head, pulling you into a kiss. He kissed you with so much eagerness it took your breath away, your hips grinding yourself onto Jisung’s cock slowly, your body shuddering. Changbin didn’t seem fazed when you started moving, quite the opposite; one of his hands found your hip, helping you move over Jisung’s cock even better. Jisung pawed at your waist, hands slipping under your sweatshirt, before giving the material a small tug, wordlessly asking you to take it off. You pull away from Changbin enough to do just so.

It was a little unsettling to be so bare in front of three fully dressed men, but Changbin’s eyes fell from your face to your exposed skin and his mouth opened slightly, seemingly mesmerised by the view. And then Jisung undid your bra, and now you had only your socks and your skirt left on your body; though the skirt was still hiding where Jisung’s cock was sliding into your dripping cunt over and over again. Changbin’s eyes got even bigger when one of Jisung’s hands wound around your torso and grabbed your breast, palming it harshly as he bucked his hips into yours messily. Changbin unceremoniously lunged forward, attaching his mouth to your other breast, looking up at you as his tongue flicked over it, so expertly it made your whole body thrum with pleasure.

But you didn’t get to enjoy Changbin’s tongue for long because Jisung mewled out pitifully behind you, his hands skating all over your body needily.

“I’m so close, mo- baby, I’m so close,” he stammered out and pulled you away from Changbin’s hot mouth and right into his chest. He planted his feet harder into the ground and fucked up into you frantically. But he wasn’t too far gone to forget about his audience, his fingers finding the hem of your skirt and flipping it up, so you were fully on display, all wet and stretched around Jisung’s cock. Jisung smiled cockily into your mouth when Changbin groaned deeply and Chan choked down a moan.

Jisung was close, you could tell by the way his hips started to falter, and you briefly considered letting him cum, but you knew he would be so messy and desperate for you later if you didn’t. Plus, you didn’t want to risk grossing the other two boys out if Jisung came inside you, which he no doubt would if you let him.

You pulled away from Jisung’s lips and grinned evilly at him, and his eyes widened in alarm.

“Oh no no no, please don’t … fuuuuuuckhnggng”

The sob Jisung let out when you lifted off him and his cock fell from your cunt was heartbreaking, but it only turned you on more. Minho would be proud of you.

When you looked up, Changbin’s eyes were glued to your pussy before staring into your eyes. His irises were almost entirely swallowed up by his pupils, plush lips slightly parted as he stared at you pleadingly. You pulled him to his feet as you tried to get up yourself, but your legs were too shaky. Changbin didn’t even hesitate to wrap his strong arm around your waist, lifting you off the couch before pulling your naked body flush against his chest. His eyes flitted over your face, brows furrowed in concentration as he pushed a strand of hair from your forehead and some spit from the corner of your mouth. You blinked up at him, and he gave you a smile so disarming it made you burn up with need.

You leaned further into him and pressed your lips to his, almost chastely, before you cradled his face and kissed him with a desperation that you didn’t feel often – but his desperation matched yours, lips pliant underneath yours as a tortured sound fought its way out of his throat. He tried to pull you even closer, nearly lifting you off your feet in the process, but when that wasn’t enough, he dragged you backwards until his legs hit the office chair next to the mixing desk, and he fell into it, pulling you into his lap greedily.

Chan, in the meantime, was gawking at Jisung. He was still lying back against the sofa, a rosy blush on his cheeks, pouty, spit slick lips parted slightly, the tip of his tongue poking out. His hair was messy and his sweats halfway down his thighs, but he looked … pretty. He also looked tortured, hands balled into fists at his side, eyes screwed shut as tried not to touch his dick. And oh, his dick. Chan was staring at it, and he didn’t even have the wherewithal to stop. It lay against Jisung’s honeyed skin, all red and twitching and coated in your juices and big. Not as big as his own but, thick and velvety and … oddly pretty for a cock.

“Are you staring at my cock, Channie-hyung?” Jisung’s breathy voice ripped him from his reverie and when he let his eyes drag back up Jisung’s body to his face, he was smiling at him lazily. Chan swallowed and briefly shook his head, but there was no denying it. He had been staring at Jisung’s cock, and he got rock hard while doing so.

Jisung looked at him for a second, as if pondering something, before he sat up, gingerly tucked himself into his pants with a hiss, and ambled over to Chan slowly. His gaze paused on where you and Changbin were making out, before he came to stand in front of Chan, pushing his legs apart with his own knees enough so he could stand between them.

“It’s okay, you know,” he drawled coquettishly, fidgeting with his sleeve, eyes raking all over Chan’s strong body where he was leaned back in his office chair. “It won’t change anything if we kiss a little.”

Jisung was blinking at Chan so innocently it drove him insane. He had always had a soft spot for when Jisung was being all cute and pouty, it made his protective instincts kick in like crazy. But now? Now Jisung’s big eyes and the little pout on his lips made him fucking horny.

Slowly, Jisung leaned over him, one hand on the back of the chair. It started dipping backwards slowly, and he followed, watching Chan’s eyes for any sign of discomfort, but Chan was beyond that. He was so incredibly hard in his jeans and it had been so long since someone else had touched him; and with how many of his members swung both ways, he was not going to freak out now about suddenly wanting Jisung’s tongue in his mouth. Well, maybe he was freaking out a little. But that didn’t make him any less hard.

And then the chair reached its full tilt and Chan was almost underneath Jisung, who was staring down at him hungrily.

“Is this okay?” he whispered quietly, and Chan swallowed the lump in his throat before he nodded. And then Jisung leaned in, and his eyes fluttered shut.

A part of him was afraid he would change his mind once Jisung’s lips touched his, but he didn’t. Even when Jisung’s pushed his tongue into Chan’s mouth and their teeth clacked together and the smell of Jisung’s cologne filtered into his nose, he didn’t change his mind. No, he wanted more; He grabbed Jisung by his toned hips and pulled him into his lap, making Jisung yelp, his back arching greedily under Chan’s hands.

When you, across from them, pulled back from Changbin, both your gazes immediately went over to Chan and Jisung. Jisung looked beyond flustered with his current position, face flushed, eyebrows scrunched together, toes curling in his tennis socks. He looked so damn good like that. It reminded you of how he looked kissing Minho, how he looked kissing you, but … he was never this flustered anymore. What if he missed it, the flutter of new feelings, what if Chan made him realise that, and he wanted … red-hot panic zapped down your spine before Changbin’s scoff ripped you out of destructive thoughts.

“Never thought I’d see that,” he mumbled and made a face, and you couldn’t help but giggle at how disturbed he looked, some of the tension melting from you. Right, this was meant to be fun. And Changbin was so fun, all thick muscles and gentle, needy hands and boyish grins.

“Jealous?” You asked him with a smirk and a nod towards the other two, gently running your hand through his hair. He giggled and shook his head, nose still scrunched up in distaste.

“For once, I can confidently say no. I’d much rather have you on my lap,” he told you with a flirty little smirk. You hummed and leaned down to press a kiss underneath his ear, slowly dragging your lips down his throat.

“Ah, and here I was about to get off your lap to suck your dick,” you mumbled and Changbin’s eyes widened, almost getting sparkly, making you giggle out again.

“Oh, no, please, don’t let me stop you,” Changbin stuttered out, watching wide-eyed as you slipped off his lap gracefully and sank to your knees.

Behind you, Jisung also slid off Chan’s lap. Much like Changbin, Chan was staring down at Jisung with wide eyes, though there was more a lot more confusion mixed in with the neediness.

Jisung gave him a reassuring smile, biting his lips as he sat up on his knees and found Chan’s belt. Chan let him undo it, sucking in a breath when Jisung’s fingers brushed against the skin of his abdomen as he popped the button on his jeans and dragged down the zipper. When Jisung tugged at the hem, he readily lifted his ass enough to let him pull them down.

And if he was sure about one thing, it’s that nobody had ever looked at his dick the way Jisung did when it finally sprung free. Jisung’s eyes took on a glassy look as he studied it, lips slightly parted, tongue peeking out as he wrapped a hand around it and stroked it once, experimentally.

Chan couldn’t hold back the mewl that ripped out of his throat. Oh, that was very different from a female hand. Jisung looked enraptured with his reaction, dipping his head down to lick up the bead of precum that glistened on the head of Chan’s cock, before sinking him into his mouth.

When he settled back onto his feet, Jisung’s back brushed yours and it felt oddly comforting. You threw a look behind you where Jisung’s eyes were fluttering closed as he licked and suckled at Chan’s dick, preening when Chan’s fingers threaded into his hair. You felt the same intrusive jealousy bubble up in you so you turned around and instead focused all your attention on Changbin, letting your nails rake up his thick thighs, eyes zeroed in on the sizeable bulge in his jeans. Changbin’s hands were holding on to the armrests of his desk chair for dear life as your hands slowly wandered closer and closer to where he needed you the most, his fingers twitching like you weren’t going fast enough. You stopped, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Do you wanna do it yourself? Is this not going fast enough for you?” you teased him, and he blushed a deep red, a cheeky grin pulling at his lips.

“The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen is kneeling between my legs, can’t blame a guy for getting impatient,” he retorted, and this time it was your cheeks that got a bit hotter than usual.

“Shut up,” you breathed out, your voice so evidently uneven you couldn’t even pretend it didn’t fluster you. Behind you, Jisung popped off Chan’s dick with an indignant huff, glowering at you and Changbin, whose infatuated grin was entirely focused on you. Chan observed the situation and raised an eyebrow at Jisung when he turned back to him. But Jisung just shook his head and sunk Chan’s cock so deep into his throat, Chan’s mind was wiped empty.

“Take it off then,” you quipped at Changbin when you finally found your bearings again, and he complied happily, shamelessly, undoing his jeans and pulling them down enough so he could pull his cock out. And God, he was pretty, not too long but thick and so hard it made your mouth water. You shuffled closer, looking up at Changbin through your lashes sweetly, as you placed a first lick to his head. He was salty, velvety, and sensitive, and it only took one more lick for his eyes to flutter shut, his hand coming to cradle your face.

You swirled your tongue around him without fully taking him in your mouth yet, your tongue dancing around and up his shaft, lapping at the underside of his cock, before coming back to suckle on his tip and the moan that tore out of Changbin’s lips was anything but composed, the muscles in his thighs jumping with every one of your touches. And then you sank him into your mouth, and he sighed so needily it made you clench around nothing. As you started bobbing up and down on him, his head fell back with another delicious whine. He was throbbing in your mouth, and there was something so sexy about the way he let his body show you just how much he enjoyed this.

Suddenly, you felt Jisung’s hand grab yours where it rested on your thigh, and you nearly choked on your spit. The moans tumbling from Chan’s mouth never ceased, even as Jisung laced his fingers with yours and squeezed your hand hard. The strength of the squeeze at odds with the intimacy of the gesture, which in turn was very at odds with the situation you were in.

And then Changbin’s thumb suddenly gently swiped over your cheekbone, and your attention reeled back to him. It all made you dizzy. Changbin slowly traced your spit-slick lips where they were stretched around him, and your eyes fluttered up to meet his. His breath stuttered in his chest before he dragged your head away from his cock and pulled you to your feet and back towards his lap. Your hand fell from Jisung’s as Changbin’s lips crashed onto yours, kissing away the remnants of spit and precum as if it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

He pulled your hips to hover over where he was hard and ready, and dug his fingers into your hips.

“Can … can I feel you?” He asked breathlessly against your lips, and you shuddered out a breath, your whole body screaming for him. So, in lieu of an answer, you slowly lowered yourself until the head of his cock brushed through your wetness.

“Oh god, yes,” he whimpered into your mouth, and it ripped a similar whimper from your lips, your fingers tangling in the hair at the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss as you sunk down all at once, all the way.

Despite Jisung having fucked you open earlier, settling down onto Changbin’s cock was a stretch. But he filled you perfectly, so thick inside of you it drove you a little crazy, and when you started rutting your hips over him, the moans tumbling from your lips were breathless and heady they sounded almost foreign to your ears.

“Fuck, Binnie, you’re so big,” you mewled into his ear and he groaned. His one hand was gripping your ass, the other wrapped around your hip, as he helped you ride him at a mind-numbingly languid pace, allowing you to feel every vein of his cock as it dragged along your walls over and over again. You were pressed against his chest, the material of his hoodie soft against your bare chest, but you wished you could feel him.

You claimed Changbin’s lips with yours again, tangling your tongue with his desperately, both of your moans climbing in pitch as you got lost in him. The way he caressed your skin, his fingers digging into where he kneaded your flesh, it felt almost reverential, like he wanted to consume you. You cupped his face, staring down at him as you moaned into his mouth, your hand coming to support yourself not he back of the chair.

Behind you, Chan frantically tugged Jisung’s mouth off his dick with a lewd pop.

“I … I’m close, you need to stop,” he panted out, eyes screwed shut for a few seconds, before he blinked down at Jisung with blown pupils, “I can’t cum down your throat, there’s no coming back from that.”

Jisung chuckled, giving the head of his cock one last kitten lick before getting up and wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

“Whatever you say, Channie,” he said with a shrug before smirking at him evilly, “if you’d prefer to cum in my girlfriend.”

Chan groaned and gave him a dirty look, but there was no hiding how his cock twitched when Jisung said it.

You and Changbin barely registered what was going on behind you. Your legs were shaking, and you were clenching around Changbin, who was fucking up into you in time with you, thick cock prodding at your sweet spot with every thrust. The smile on his face was sinful when he leaned in and dragged his swollen lips all the way to the shell of your ear, his hands heavily skating across your skin.

“Cum on my cock, please,” he whispered out brokenly, “I wanna feel you.”

The genuine crack of desperation in his voice and the pressure of his cock deep inside you pushed you over the edge, and you came with a silent scream, a choked whimper tumbling from your lips as your head fell forward to rest against Changbin’s forehead. He watched you fall apart with his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, fucking you all the way through your orgasm. When you looked at him again, there was desperation in his eyes.

“Beautiful … where can I …?” he huffed out, and you quickly unwound your shaky legs, slipping back off of him and down to your knees, kneeling in front of him as he wrapped his hand around his cock. You leaned forward and let your tongue run over the head of his cock, and he whimpered loudly, throwing his head back as he came. You wrapped your lips around his cock, running your hands soothingly over his twitching thighs as he unloaded into your waiting mouth, spilling and spilling, so much that you were struggling to swallow it all.

When he came down from his high, Changbin stared down at you in a daze, and he looked like he was about to say something, but Jisung’s arm wrapped around your waist, his hand splaying across your belly. He buried his nose in your hair, breathing in desperately, his soft, hot lips travelling down the column of your throat insistently. Changbin’s eyes fluttered to Jisung, then to you, but then Jisung turned you around and pulled you into his lips.

Jisung’s kisses felt tense, odd in the way his lips moved against yours, in the way his tongue didn’t reach all the way into your mouth before he abruptly pulled back and instead started kissing down your neck, leaving deep red marks in his wake.

Over Jisung’s head, you made eye contact with Chan, who was still sitting in his chair, watching you as he slowly stroked himself. You gave him a grin and pulled Jisung off your throat gently. You crawled over to Chan, kneeling in front of him and looking up at him, making him swallow hard.

“Wanna fuck me, Channie?” you purred out, watching as he squeezed his fingers around his cock hand harder. “I don’t think I can ride you, though, you’ll have to bend me over and just take me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh when your calculated sentence made him groan out in frustration.

“You two just always know exactly what to say to mess with my head, huh,” he chuckled out disbelievingly and Jisung hummed out behind you.

“It’s easy, you just scream ‘call me daddy’,” he said with a smirk and Chan groaned out again, his cheeks flushing a dark red.

“I … don’t know how I feel about that,” he murmured and hid his face, but you were sick of waiting, his cock so deliciously long and thick at eye level, you wanted to feel it stretch you out.

“It’s okay, daddy, I don’t mind” you mumbled out, blinking up at him as innocently as you possibly could, and you could see Chan’s brain short-circuit by the way his mouth fell open. You got up onto your shaky legs, swaying only slightly, but Chan immediately shot to his feet, pulling you against his chest.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he mumbled, eyes filled with worry as if you weren’t pretty much naked and his erection wasn’t pressing into your belly. The thought made you giggle.

“Stop being so fucking sweet and fuck me already,” you mumbled out and wound your arms around his neck, pulling his face down to hover close to yours. “I can take it.”

Chan surged forward with a groan, kissing you feverishly as he pulled you flush against himself, trapping his cock between your bodies. He twirled you around and pushed you back until your legs hit the edge of the mixing desk.

His large hands dragged down the sides of your waist and lifted you up by your thighs, placing you on the desk and stepping between your legs. He pulled back from your lips, staring down from where he was towering over you, and he looked so damn attractive like this, his soft eyes darker than you’d ever seen them.

And then his hand slowly caressed the inside of your thigh before dipping in between your folds, finding your clit and rubbing slow, hard circles onto it. You were still sensitive from your orgasm and your back arched into his, your hand clasping around the arm that was between your legs, whether to keep him there or pull him away you didn’t know.

He leaned over you further so you had to tip your head all the way back to look at him, while simultaneously winding his arm around your back so he had you trapped against him just how he wanted while his fingers continued to swipe through your slick. He worked you up so effortlessly, your eyes fluttered shut. But he jostled you slightly, pinching your ass.

“Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart,” he warned. It was soft, but you couldn’t help but want to please him, so you nodded up at him eagerly.

He dipped just the tips of his fingers into your entrance for the merest second before pulling back, and you gasped. Then he did it again and again and again until you were squirming in his hold.

“P… please, daddy,” you pleaded, and suddenly, he rammed two fingers into you to the knuckle and the air was punched from your lungs, a wanton moan tumbling from your lips. He pulled them out all the way before pushing into you again, pulling another moan from you. Then he started pumping into you at a mind-numbing pace, curling his fingers against your g-spot every time. You were so sensitive, your body spasmed in his hold with every wave of pleasure.

“Better?” He asked, and you nodded blearily, clenching around his fingers, your hands fisted into the back of his hoodie trying to keep yourself upright.

“Want … want your cock,” you gasped out and he pulled his fingers from your cunt all at once, making you whimper. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, licking into your mouth so tenderly, yet demandingly it made your head swim; you didn’t even notice he was stroking himself, spreading your slick and his pre-cum all over his cock. Then he pulled away and hauled you off the table onto your still unstable legs, turning you around and gently pushing you to bend over the desk.

He flipped up your skirt and his hands came to knead your ass, letting out a shaky breath while you settled onto your forearms, the cold table grazing against your bare nipples sending chills through your body. And then you felt the blunt head of Chan’s cock on your entrance.

“This okay? You ready?” He asked gently and you nodded, and then he pushed himself into you with a guttural groan.

“Ah fuck, how are you still so tight?” he cursed out, trying to still inside of you so you could get used to the stretch, but you pulled your hips forward and fucked yourself back onto him greedily.

“‘M already so close from your fingers, Channie,” you whined out and he groaned again, his gentle pace faltering as desperation took over his movements and within minutes he was fucking you so hard you had to hold on to the edge of the table for dear life.

You were a whimpering mess in his hands and your coherence was slowly slipping, but you knew you were going to cum, and soon.

And then Chan slightly lifted your hips, changing his angle and you swore you were seeing stars, his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you that made your legs shake. Your cunt was fluttering around Chan as he was pounding into you, tortured little ahs falling from his lips with every thrust. Your orgasm found you so suddenly you had no chance to warn him. It washed over you with such intensity you could barely make a sound, a choked whine ripping from your throat as your hips twitched in Chan’s grasp. But he made no indication of stopping, continuing to pound into you as he chased his own orgasm.

You were overstimulated, your body trembling in Chan’s hands. He leaned over you, pressing a feverish kiss to your shoulder blade and you reached back so you could tangle your hand into his hair, and he whimpered into your skin.

“Fuck, I needed this, thank you thank you thank you,” he panted into your skin as his hips grew sloppier and sloppier. “Where can I cum?”

Jisung muttered out a breathy “inside” from behind you but Chan waited for you to nod and then fucked into you a few more times before he burying himself deep, the tips of his fingers digging into your hips as he came into you with a broken moan.

The room was quiet except for Chan and your heavy breaths, until Jisung whined behind you.

Chan gingerly pulled himself out of you, momentarily mesmerized as he watched his release drip out of you, before tucked himself back into his boxers before he helped you stand, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You okay?” He asked, the sweet worry back on his face and you smiled at him fondly.

“Never been better,” you reassured him and he smiled back at you.

“Well, that’s nice, now can I have my girlfriend back?” Jisung grumbled behind you, and Chan stepped aside. You bit back a smile at Jisung’s indignant pout. He was standing in the middle of the room with his hand shoved down his sweats, his cheeks rosy, lips bitten raw.

“Is someone needy?” you asked teasingly and he glared at you, about as intimidating as a puppy.

“I’ve been hard for an hour and a half while you were fucking my friends, what do you think?” he asked sarcastically. You felt Chan next to you stiffen with worry, but you patted his arm, well aware of the familiar brattiness in Jisung’s expression.

“Don’t worry, poor baby is just not used to not being the centre of attention,” you said to Chan before you took a step towards Jisung, who met you halfway, hands cradling your head as he stared into your eyes.

“Stop being mean, you know it makes me hard,” he mumbled and leaned in.

As soon as his sweet lips crashed into yours, it felt like there were fireworks prickling underneath your skin and you knew again why they never had to worry. Because nobody could make you feel the way Minho and Jisung did. He pulled you to the sofa, guiding you down onto your back tenderly as he crawled over you, his eyes searching yours desperately as he pulled down his sweats and boxers. He kissed you again, wet and desperate, his hands threading and rethreading into your hair, pulling back just enough to whisper a breathless “my baby” against your lips and you were a goner.

Chan and Changbin blurred into the background as Jisung guided his cock into you without parting his lips from yours, throwing his head back and almost sobbing when he bottomed out, the familiar feeling of him making you dizzy with want, dizzier than Changbin or Chan ever could, no matter how hard they fucked you. You felt as desperate as you did when you were riding Jisung earlier, as if your two other orgasms never happened.

It was stupidly intimate given the position you were in – on the studio sofa, Jisung mostly dressed, Chan and Changbin off to your right somewhere, maybe still watching. Jisung pulled you against his chest with his arms around your back, your scorching skin on his where his hoodie had rucked up. Your thighs were mostly covering where he was sinking into you, but the way you were moaning into each other’s mouths felt so much more intimate than that.

It felt intimate and, if not fully embarrassing, at least a little bit like you were exposed. Usually, only Minho saw you when you got like this, kissing your feverish faces, rubbing soothing hands over your backs – and he wasn’t here.

Jisung was pistoning his hips into yours at a breathtaking speed, and you had to brace yourself against the armrest of the sofa. You were surprised when he grabbed one of your wrists and brought your hand to his throat, not expecting him to let out his subby side in front of his friends, but, of course, you complied, wrapping your hand tightly around his throat. His back arched slightly, and a guttural whine ripped from his chest, his hips stuttering.

“God, yeah, like that,” he mumbled, and your fingers tightened even more, making his whole body shudder above you, ragged breaths tumbling from his lips as his hips bucked into you deeper and harder.

His hips started stuttering more and more, and you knew he was close when he snaked a hand between your bodies, rubbing your clit so fervently it made pleasure explode through your body, your orgasm building rapidly.

“You need to … Cum for me, baby, I can’t … I can’t … hold it” Jisung whimpered out and he made you fall over the edge, your head thrown back as you clenched around him, wetness and Chan’s cum drooling from your cunt as you shuddered. His arms gave out and he collapsed on top of you, fucking you through your orgasm until he, too, came with a wail, his whole body convulsing on top of yours as he fucked his release deeper and deeper inside of you.

Even when he was done, he stayed there on top of you, arms wrapping tightly around you, his nose nuzzling into the side of your head

“You’re mine, you’re ours, aren’t you?” He mumbled with a sniffle, quietly enough for only you to hear, and your breath caught in your throat. Oh, that’s what this was about.

“I’m all yours, baby,” you whispered into his ear and he pulled you even closer, “I love you so much”.

When you pulled back and looked over, Chan and Changbin both suddenly looked away, eyes darting all over the room, Chan getting up and leaving the room, muttering something about getting tissues to clean you up.

When you walked in the door later that night, Minho took one look at the two of you and immediately furrowed his brows, opening his mouth as if to ask what happened. But you didn’t give him a chance to do so, walking up to him and dragging him in for a burning kiss, pulling him into you with your hands on his jaw as his arms wrapped around your waist and tugged you closer, kissing you back breathlessly. There was the taste of someone else on your lips and when you pulled back, there was a familiar scorching yearning in your eyes and he understood immediately.

“Who did you screw?” he asked, looking at Jisung whose eyes looked a bit watery.

“She’s never fucking Changbin again,” he snarled out with a frown as he stalked towards you, throwing himself into Minho’s chest next to you.

Minho looked down at you as if asking for an explanation, and you sighed.

“Chan and Changbin, at the studio,” you clarified, “Jisung didn’t like how much I enjoyed fucking Changbin.”

There was no malice in your words, all too aware of how fragile Jisung still felt.

“You enjoyed it, huh?” Minho murmured out, one of his eyebrows raised. His eyes flitted across your face, trying to get any indication of just how much you ‘enjoyed’ it. It must’ve been considerable if Jisung reacted like this. The thought made his chest constrict.

“Not you, too,” you exclaimed, unable to control your indignation, “you should’ve seen Jisung suck Chan’s cock, he looked like he was falling head over heels in love.”

Jisung’s head snapped over to you, his mouth opening in protest.

“First of all, I was not,” he cried, “and second of all, …”

But whatever second point he was about to make was cut off by Minho’s hand on his jaw, forcing Jisung to meet his blistering stare.

“You sucked off Chan?” he asked quietly, almost threateningly, and Jisung’s eyes widened. He nodded timidly. Minho only blinked at him a few times, face unreadable.

“Fine, you, never fuck Changbin again,” he said, looking at you and waiting for you to nod before turning back to Jisung, “and you, you never touch Chan again. Ever. You hear me?”

Jisung nodded as well, staring at Minho quizzically, his jaw still in his iron grip.

“And now, both of you, bedroom, right now.”

Jisung followed his order immediately, taking a step towards the bedroom, but you shook your head.

“I can’t possibly cum again,” you resisted, but when Minho looked at you, you knew you didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh, you can, and you will.”

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˖°♡°˖ chapter 3 ˖°♡°˖

lee felix x lee minho x f!reader x han jisung can be read separately! previous parts are only referred to

summary: “You know how we talked about it and I said I would probably be less involved if we decided to fuck other people?,” Minho says suddenly, voice barely making it above the sound of the music from the speakers. “I think I want this one.”

word count: 9.5k

warnings (there are a lot): voyeurism & exhibitionism; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it & pee after sex, guys); dirty talk; spit; degradation; oral (m & f receiving); petnames (minho calls lix 'little boy' but not in an ageplay way); mommy & daddy kink; breeding kink; rough sex; dom!minho, sub!felix, sub!jisung, switch!reader

author’s note: this is the longest chapter and also probably my favourite 👀 like, it's filthy and long and writing it took years off my life but I'm so happy with how this one turned out. the long build up is worth it, trust me. enjoy subby slutty lixie content, because it's my fav

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“You know how we talked about it and I said I would probably be less involved if we decided to fuck other people?,” Minho says suddenly, voice barely making it above the sound of the music from the speakers.

You and Jisung look at each other for a second, before following Minho’s hooded eyes across the room.

“I think I want this one.”

You, Minho and Jisung were usually good at keeping your loudest sexual escapades private, mostly staying at your apartment and not at the dorm, or at least not going too crazy when everyone was home. But, it turns out that sometimes hotel room walls are thin and the room next to yours is not inhabited by a stranger, like you thought.

And that’s how Felix heard you have sex for the first time.

Though, if he’s honest, it’s far from the first time he’s thought about it. Felix calls himself a slut on a daily basis, and he’s not ashamed of it. He knows he’s pretty, he sees people’s reaction when he opens his mouth, and his deep voice contrasts with his pixie-like features. He can tell what it does to people, and he loves taking advantage of it by flirting like his life depends on it, whether that’s with strangers or even with his own members. And it’s not like he doesn’t mean it, he’d probably fuck any of them, given the chance; And besides, the flirting amuses him – the thrill of one of them possibly giving in one day making a delicious heat settle in his stomach.

Except for Jisung, his slutty partner in crime, who he had drunkenly swapped spit with before, his favourite member to flirt with had always, always been Minho. Minho with his broad shoulders, his thick thighs, his protective yet domineering manners. It didn’t help that he was drop-dead gorgeous and had a habit of smirking at Felix in a way that made his brain fuzzy. He would drop to his knees for him in a heartbeat, if he so much as implied it.

But it had always been Minho and Jisung, and then it was Minho, Jisung and you. And all Felix’s most private hopes were dashed, until he overheard Hyunjin speak to Jeongin, about how you had fucked him stupid in LA with Jisung watching.

Felix could hardly believe his ears until he observed you and Hyunjin talk a few days later, watched your smiles and long eye contact, how Hyunjin touched your waist as he passed you in the narrow kitchen – it all felt a little too easily casual, especially because Jisung and Minho were standing right next to you.

That one fateful night, he was relaxing on his hotel bed, watching a drama on his iPad. There was some thumping and giggling next door, but he didn’t think much of it; until a moan rang out that sounded suspiciously like Jisung.

Felix lowered the volume of his drama just a little bit, holding his breath. There was a loud slap and then, undoubtedly, it was Jisung whimpering.

Felix reluctantly turned his drama back up a few notches, but he would’ve been lying if he said one of his ears wasn’t trained on the noises next door. He had thought about the three of you before, had wondered about your dynamics, whether Jisung was as much of a bottom as he seemed, whether Minho bossed you two around or if you and Minho, two of the most gorgeous people Felix had ever seen, both topped Jisung. Felix would have to be very drunk to admit it, but when he thinks about the latter for too long, it gets him so hard he has to take care of himself.

It didn’t take long before Felix no longer had to strain his ears to hear what was happening on the other side of the wall, though for the longest time, all he could hear was Jisung; his whines, whimpers and the occasional teary plea, were ringing through the room. He sounded pretty.

Then there was a different voice, your voice, spewing out curses before moaning out loudly, followed by a growl that Felix knew had to be Minho.

The bed squeaked, and a low voice muttered something Felix couldn’t make out, drowned out by your choked moans and Jisung’s breathy whines and the drama that Felix hadn’t been paying attention to for the last 10 minutes.

He finally gave in and pressed pause, and now … now he could hear everything.

“Look at you two, babies, fucked each other stupid but are too desperate to get each other off. Come on, princess, help me take care of our little slutty boy.”

Felix froze, staring at the wall dividing him from the action, his dick twitching in his pants.

“Stop whining, baby boy,” Minho spat out, and Felix felt the words go straight to his dick. “Put that mouth to good use and suck”

He heard Jisung say something, but then another loud smack rang through the room, followed by a choked moan from Jisung that makes Felix fully hard, wincing as his chest starts burning with need.

He tried to hold out as the sounds got louder, balling his fists as he listened to the bed frame slam against the wall, trying to stop his hips from twitching as your desperate moans grew in pitch. And he did well – until Minho started spewing out the most degrading filth Felix had ever heard, and he didn’t even bother readjusting himself on his bed, just shoved his sweats and boxers down and wrapped his hand around his dick, jerking himself off desperately to the rhythm of the headboard slamming into the wall.

He came at the same time you did, his free hand wound around his own neck tightly, a shudder racking down his spine. It was the best orgasm he’d had in a while, and it’s then that he made up his mind that he would be the next person to be invited to your guys’ bedroom if it killed him.

He thought about it until he fell asleep that night. He had heard enough of Hyunjin’s story to know that it all started with you flirting with him at an afterparty, before he took you and Jisung back to his room, and you fucked each other’s brains out while Jisung watched from a chair. And God, what a picture that was, not just because the thought of Hyunjin’s naked body made him salivate any day, but also because Felix knew he could take more, that he wanted more than that – he wanted all three of you, one after another, all at the same time, he didn’t care which way. How to what he wanted? He was pretty sure that if he played his cards right, the best way was through Minho – he just needed to show him how good and how pretty he could be for him.

The next morning, Felix made it a point to exit his room at the same time as you, Minho, and Jisung. Jisung’s eyes widened almost comically when he saw Felix, a pretty little blush spreading across his cheek, but Felix just gave them a cheeky smirk, letting his eyes linger on Minho a second longer before sauntering down the hallway to the elevator.

And all that week he laid it on a little thicker, batting his lashes at Minho more often than usual, wiggling his ass in his tight leather stage trousers when he knew Minho was looking, and even pretending to kiss Jisung again on the Skz Talker episode, adding to the collection of ‘Jilix’ moments he knew were floating around the internet. But he kept the best for last, and he knew it was working when he saw all three of you stare at him across the VIP section of the club.

“I think I want this one,” Minho breathes out, and you and Jisung follow his gaze across the room until they fall on Felix.

You let your eyes drag up Felix’s body. He’s dressed in his usual thick boots, tucked into which are tight black jeans that stretch perfectly across his long, toned legs, making them look endless. They’re especially tight around his ass and crotch in a way that has you do a double take to figure out exactly what you’re looking at. Tucked into his tight jeans is a flowy black shirt, almost a blouse, that exposes a deep V of milky skin. His blonde hair is half tied up and there are copious amounts of blush on his cheeks, making him look the picture of a fairy prince.

But the thing that had Minho’s mouth go dry was what sat on his neck – there, worn casually like it could just be a part of the stylist’s vision, is a subtle black collar, complete with a metal heart in the middle.

He distantly hears Jisung next to him breathe out a chuckle.

“Oh, it all makes sense now” he murmurs out, giving Minho a pointed look. You blink at him, eyebrow raised in question.

“Felix has been flirting with Minho all week,” Jisung explains and giggles, “More so than usual. Even tried to kiss me on camera. He only does that when he’s feeling extra bold.”

It takes you a second to figure it out, but then heat floods your body. Felix wanted Minho. It’s an odd sensation, the jealousy, and arousal that blooms in your chest, and you think this is how Minho and Jisung must’ve felt when you slept with Hyunjin and Jeongin. It was oddly intoxicating.

“One of the boys must’ve blabbed,” you mumble out, chuckling slightly and shaking your head. It’s not that you mind, if anything it makes this little game the three of you are playing … easier.

Your train of thought is cut off when Felix peels himself away from who he’s talking to, swaggering over to you with a flirty smirk on his lips. God, you want to slap his pretty face. Or kiss it. Or both.

He comes to stand next to Jisung, taking a long sip from his drink as he lets his eyes drag over your body. Oh, he’s bold.

“Hey guys, you look … very good tonight,” he rasps out, his voice deep and gravelly. He looks up at the three of you in turn through his pretty dark lashes, the blush on his cheeks deepening slightly. Jisung slings an arm around his shoulders.

“You look good, too, Yongbok, love the accessories,” Jisung says casually, a little smile on his lips as he takes his time studying the collar of Felix’s neck. “Picked them yourself?”

Felix turns his head to Jisung, his head inches away from his, eyes briefly flickering to Jisung’s lips before looking back into his eyes and nodding, humming out an affirmative.

At that moment, Changbin yells Felix’s name and gestures him over to a table where he’s sitting, and Felix sighs a little mournfully.

“Well, I’m needed elsewhere. Hope I’ll see you around later,” he purrs out, all smiles and big, innocent eyes, before he walks off.

“Fuck,” you whisper out as soon as he’s out of earshot, linking your arm with Minho’s. “The boy’s on a mission tonight.”

Minho just nods and Jisung chuckles, mumbling, “he’s bold, I’ll give him that.”

“And he’s especially pretty tonight,” you murmur out, earning a wink from Jisung.

You look up at Minho, trying to read his expression, but he has schooled his face into a perfect poker face.

“Earth to Minho, wanna let us know how you’re feeling?” Minho blinks down at you, face still mostly neutral, but there’s turmoil in his big, dark eyes.

“I … I don’t know. For the first time, I … I want this, but,” he hesitates as he looks down at you and then at Jisung. “I know how you two feel.”

You swallow and exchange a look with Jisung. Minho is referring to the conversation you three had had late one night, the night when Jisung admitted how much he liked the idea of inviting other people into bed with you, of watching you fuck other people. It was a long, honest conversation, one where you were setting the terms for how this would work, should the opportunity ever present itself.

Minho had said back then that he was into the idea of sharing you and getting to watch, maybe even calling the shots, but he wasn’t interested in fucking anyone else. You at first didn’t want to admit it, but his assertion had filled you with relief. You weren’t sure why the thought of you with someone else was hot, why the thought of Jisung with someone else was hot as well, but the thought of Minho with someone else made you feel … well, jealous, scared, possessive, deep in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t say anything, but it must’ve shown in your face because Minho had gently turned your face to his, asking you what was wrong.

You had told him in a small voice, reassuring him that you knew it was unfair, that it felt weird to be fine with it but not for him to do it, but he had reassured you. Only then did Jisung admit to feeling the same way, sheepishly, boyish blush all over his cheeks. Minho had cuddled you two into his chest, where you stayed for a few minutes in silence. Surprisingly, it had been Jisung who had made the great point it might be because of Minho’s unique role in your (sexual) relationship – one of a protector and a dominant, the one with the level head when you and Jisung got in over your head, which you tended to do.

You didn’t discuss it all through, since Minho had reassured you that he wasn’t interested in engaging with it anyway, and it hadn’t come up, not with Hyunjin, not with Jeongin. But now you were faced with it, in the middle of this club.

You take a second to imagine it, cautiously letting your mind wander, imagining Minho’s demanding lips on Felix’s, his strong hands touching Felix the way he touched you, and it does make jealousy flare up, but it also sends an unexpected but familiar heat down your spine. You just know Felix would look so pretty on his knees, his face all flushed, the collar still around his throat …

You look at Jisung, and you’ve never been more grateful for your almost telepathic bond because you immediately see that he, too, doesn’t entirely hate the idea of this happening.

“I think we should try it,” you say carefully, eyes on Jisung until the latter nods, then looking at Minho, who blinks down at you and Jisung, visibly surprised.

“Huh? Are you sure?” he asks gently.

“As long as we can be … involved, I think it should be okay,” Jisung says, and you nod, adding “and lots of aftercare.”

Minho hums and looks from one of you to the other, eyes full of affection.

“You’re both involved. Lots of aftercare. Anything else?”

He asks it so tenderly you cuddle closer into his arm. Jisung takes Minho’s other hand, shaking his head.

“Nothing, I just want to get to kiss him, too, he’s so pretty,” you hum out and giggle, giving Minho a smirk.

“Oh, I’m happy to share him with you, princess, if you’re anything like you are with Ji sometimes, he’ll be begging for you in no time,” he smirks and presses a kiss to your lips, tongue licking at the seam of your lips.

Jisung on Minho’s other side huffs out an undignified scoff.

“No way is Lix getting both of you,” he pouts, and you giggle, patting his cheek, letting your thumb briefly rest on his plump bottom lip.

“Don’t worry, baby, you know we always take good care of you.”

You say it with a smirk, but Jisung still licks his lips, eyes a little hazy as he presses further into Minho.

“You better, or I will throw the biggest tantrum ever,” he pouts again.

And just like that, it’s settled, and Felix doesn’t even know how lucky he’s about to get.

You don’t see Felix again until an hour and a half later. All three of you are on your fourth glass from the magnum champagne bottle the club provided, tipsy and horny in the back of the VIP section. You’re perched on Minho’s lap, his hands on your ass and mouth on your neck while you’re making out with Jisung, who’s already whining into your mouth. You thank the universe for private clubs and private VIP sections.

Suddenly, you feel eyes on you and when you pull back from Jisung and turn around, you make eye contact with Felix, who is staring straight at the three of you with his lips slightly parted. He blushes when your eyes meet, but he doesn’t look away, keeping steady eye contact with you as you smile and crook your finger at him to come over.

You climb off Minho, scooting over to make space for Felix right in between you. He hesitates only for a second before plopping down between you.

Minho’s one arm is casually thrown over the back of the sofa behind Felix, the other rests around Jisung’s shoulders, who is leaning over Minho’s lap to eye up Felix almost curiously. You fold your legs underneath yourself as you turn your entire body to Felix. He looks a lot less bold now, wedged in between you with three pairs of eyes on him. His gaze darts from one of you to the other, a dark blush creeping over his cheeks.

Minho gives Jisung one last look, threading his hand soothingly into the hair on the back of his head, as he locks eyes with Felix. He gives him a smoulder that takes your breath away and makes Felix fidget where he’s sitting.

“I don’t think I’ve expressed how much I like your choice of accessories tonight,” Minho purrs out, and you watch Felix’s eyelashes flutter. You can’t help but smirk. You knew all too well how irresistible Minho was when he gave you all his attention.

“Yeah?” Felix breathes out, eyes glazed over slightly as he stares back at Minho. “What do you like about it?”

Minho chuckles, moving his hand from Jisung’s hair until it’s hovering close to Felix’s throat. Felix is barely breathing at this point, staring at Minho with parted lips. Minho taps one finger gently against Felix’s chin, before letting it trail down his throat until he reaches the collar. His touches are soft until he hooks his finger into the metal heart in the middle, and Felix lurches forward, choking down a groan.

Minho just chuckles again and raises an eyebrow at him. Felix flushes immediately.

“You shouldn’t wear something like this if you can’t handle the consequences, little boy,” Minho chides Felix, and Felix’s eyes nearly roll into the back of his head.

“I … I can handle it,” he stutters out, hands digging into his thighs.

You had been watching the exchange with bated breath, absolutely mesmerised by your boyfriend wrapping Felix around his finger with no effort at all. Was it this hot when he did the same to you?

You look over at Jisung, who seems almost entirely gone, slack-jawed, rubbing his legs together as he stares at Minho and Felix. But tonight you’re not content with just watching.

You take advantage of Felix’s attention being almost entirely on Minho and lean over until your breath ghosts over Felix’s ear. You rest a gentle hand on his lithe waist.

“Are you sure, pretty boy? Wanna tell us exactly what you want?” you murmur into his ear, and he responds immediately, his body leaning back, trying to touch yours.

“I want all of it,” Felix breathes out, leaning into where your hand is ghosting over his body. “All of you. I can take it, I’ll be good, I promise.”

Minho nods and pats his cheek approvingly.

“Good boy. How about we take this conversation back to the hotel?”

Felix nods frantically and shoots to his feet.

As the four of you make your way out of the club, Felix’s gaze catches on Hyunjin, whose eyes are burning into his. But he doesn’t have the time to think about it too much before the four of you pile into a taxi, Jisung and you on either side of him, Minho in the front seat.

Minho starts chatting to the driver and Felix thinks he might get a second to compose himself, but that goes out the window when Jisung grabs his face and smashes his lips onto his.

Jisung’s lips are wet and soft but demanding, his tongue slipping in and out of Felix’s mouth in a way that makes Felix’s head spin.

“Hey bestie, we’ve been here before,” Jisung giggles between kisses, his hands exploring Felix’s shoulders and chest, fingers gripping the soft fabric of his shirt.

Felix almost forgets where he is until there is a different, smaller hand on his thigh, and he gasps into Jisung’s mouth. He hears you giggle as you drag your hand further and further up his thigh, until your fingers are ever so slightly brushing against his bulge. In the front seat, Minho is still chatting to the driver and Felix is trying his best not to moan when your hand comes to rub him through his jeans.

He’s already so overwhelmed by how good you and Jisung’s hands feel on him over his clothes, and he wonders briefly if he really can take all three of you without losing his mind.

When you arrive at the hotel, he scrambles out of the car, so hard in his jeans that he has trouble remembering his room number. But turns out he doesn’t have to because Minho guides him in through the doors and all the way into the elevator with his hands on his hips.

Somehow they make it into Minho’s room where Jisung throws himself down on one of the two big queen beds, kicking his shoes off and leaning back onto his arms, surveying the scene in front of him with a lazy grin.

Felix is standing in the middle of the room, suddenly feeling awkward in the presence of all three of you, but then Minho speaks up from where he’s leaning against the wall behind him, you tucked into his side.

“Right. If you ever want to stop, you say it and we stop and pretend this never happened,” he says calmly. “If you are good to keep going you say green, if you want to slow down, you say yellow, if you want to stop you say red.”

Felix nods at him and you unwind yourself from Minho’s side, walking over to Felix, coming to stand in front of him. Felix’s heart is in his throat.

“Hi,” you mumble sweetly, but your eyes are full of dark mischief. “We haven’t talked much yet, but I think you’re very pretty and I’d love to kiss you.”

Felix blushes at that, looking over at Minho before you place your soft hands on his face and turn him back to you, pressing your lips to his in a dizzying kiss. It’s exploratory, but much like Jisung, you know what you want. Your fingers find the loops of Felix’s jeans and grind him into you and when his lips part to gasp out, you slip your tongue into his mouth. His hands come to hold your body against his desperately.

It’s not as dirty as when you kiss Jisung, but Felix is pliant, letting you use his mouth however you please, body beautifully responsive to your ministrations. In a sudden surge of confidence, you wind your hand into Felix’s hair and rip him away from your mouth.

He stares at you starry-eyed, pupils blown, his lips still parted, and your spit slicked around his mouth.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he breathes out. “I want you to spit in my mouth.”

You reward him with a smirk and Jisung giggles behind you.

“Another boy in love with your candy mouth, baby,” Jisung sighs out, but his giggle dies in his throat when Minho makes his way over to you and comes to stand behind Felix. Minho looks into your eyes, as if to check that you’re still fine with it all, and when you smile at him, he gently places his hands on Felix’s waist.

Felix’s eyelids flutter immediately, and he nearly stops breathing when Minho gently tugs his shirt from his jeans, slipping his hands under the fabric and letting them run over Felix’s heated skin.

“Before we start,” Minho asks without stopping the movement of his hands, letting his breath hit Felix’s neck when he speaks, “we usually fuck quite … hard. I’m gonna name some things and you can let me know if any of those things are a No for you, okay?”

Felix nods.

“I need to hear you say it, baby boy,” Minho murmurs right into Felix’s ear, and Felix’s whole body shudders.

“Yes, … hmm yes, sir,” he mumbles out, instinctively leaning back into Minho’s hands. You can see Minho blink and swallow hard, and you can tell he loves how obedient Felix is.

“Ah, I don’t have to ask about that, then,” Minho chuckles. “What about edging? Overstimulation? Spanking?”

Minho’s hands are still gliding all over his body, his breath fanning over Felix’s neck. You gently bring up your fingers and start undoing the buttons of Felix’s shirt, until it falls open, exposing his toned abs and slim waist.

“Spit? Praise? Choking?”

Felix starts fidgeting more and more, rubbing his crotch into where he’s still pressed against you.

“Degradation?”

“Oh god, please,” he whines out desperately, his voice slipping into a higher register already.

“Not much you’re not into, huh,” Minho observes, and Felix nods eagerly.

“I’ll do anything, I’ll be good, just please touch me, I’m so hard,” Felix rasps out, blinking hard, clearly trying to keep his composure.

“Slutty little boy,” you whisper and Felix keens. He surges forward, trying to connect his lips to yours, but Minho wraps his hand around his throat and pulls him back into his chest. Felix moans loudly.

Suddenly, you feel Jisung’s body behind you, pawing at your waist as he presses his hard bulge into your ass.

“You said Felix wouldn’t be getting all the attention,” he whines with a pout, and Minho chuckles, hand still wound around Felix’s neck loosely.

“He’s our guest, Ji, so you better be welcoming,” he chides and you feel Jisung huff out behind you. “But if you’re good now, you’ll get rewarded later.”

Jisung huffs out again, but you weave your fingers into his and bring his hands to your tits. Jisung wastes no time, kneading them, pinching your nipples through the fabric of your dress and your bra.

Minho glances at the two of you questioningly one last time and you nod at him. Jisung follows, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Minho turns Felix’s head to the side, making eye contact with the boy, before he kisses him hard.

You suck in a breath at the view. Minho kisses Felix like he always kissed – controlled, demanding and precise – and Felix leans into it, happily taking whatever Minho was willing to give him, his hand gripping at Minho’s arm helplessly, the other one blindly grabbing behind him, trying to hold on to something. It’s … hot ….

Jisung behind you seems to agree as he moans out quietly, hands skating all over your waist, rutting his hard bulge into your ass.

“Touch me, kiss me,” he whispers in your ear, his voice mirroring the desperate arousal burning in your belly, and you turn around, smashing your lips into his.

Kissing Jisung is your favourite thing on any given day, but nothing compares to the wet hot eagerness of his kisses when he's riled up like this. His fingers thread into your hair, tilting your head to the side, allowing him to lick deeper and deeper into your mouth. He whines desperately when your hands find the buttons of his shirt, fingering them open until you can push it off his shoulders. The cool air hitting his skin makes his whole body shiver under your hands and he growls into your mouth. You can tell he’s about to start devouring you, so put your hand on his smooth honey chest and push him back. He whines out at the loss of contact, pouting at you with spit slick lips. God, you loved him so much.

“We need to take care of Lixie, Ji,” you murmur soothingly, though you’re also trying to catch your breath, ignoring the pulsing heat between your legs. He always got you like this, so hazy and desperate that you could barely think straight. But it was mutual, the two of you getting each other so stupid until he was ripping your clothes off, fucking you on any available surface, fingers digging into your skin like he wanted to crawl inside of you. It was Minho who would keep you guys in line, keeping a level head when you got like this.

But today you know you want to make the most of the pliant boy you had brought in, the thought of being on top of the situation with Minho giving you a heady high already, and you hadn’t even started yet.

When you look over, Minho’s already staring at you, his dark eyes swimming with arousal and pride. Felix is looking at the two of you with wide eyes, fascinated with the scene in front of him. You turn your attention back to him, giving him a lazy smile as you gently smooth your hands over his chest and up his shoulders, until you can push the shirt off his shoulders, too.

“Help me with my dress, Ji?” you sweetly ask and blink up at Jisung, who immediately springs into action, leaving wet kisses on your neck and shoulders as he slides the zipper of your dress down your back. Felix’s gaze races across your exposed body as soon as the dress slips to the floor before meeting your eyes with a blush.

“Can I undress you, Lixie?” You murmur and he just nods frantically, watching as you take a step closer to him and start undoing his belt, pushing his tight jeans down his thighs.

In the meantime, Minho drags Jisung to him, pulling him into a searing kiss. Jisung whines into Minho’s mouth as his body melts into his, clumsily undressing Minho. Felix’s brain is already foggy and for a moment, all he can do is watch Jisung and Minho make out, fascinated with Minho’s large hands on Jisung’s waist, the way he’s nipping at Jisung’s lower lip as Jisung undoes his pants and rubs his hand over Minho’s bulge.

But then you let your fingers dance over Felix’s lower abdomen, and his head snaps over to you. You cup him through his boxers and his lips open in a gasp that you swallow with a kiss, as you teasingly work your fingers into his waistband and push his boxers down. Once he is entirely bare, you break away from his eager lips and look down. He’s pretty, not the longest, but a nice length and girth that you know would fill you up just right. He looks like he’s begging to be touched, the tip all red and angry and leaking.

You hum in approval, letting one finger drag along the underside of Felix’s dick, and he whines. But you don’t give him any more, instead pushing him backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed and he falls down unceremoniously. You straddle his waist and he whines when his dick brushes against your soft thigh.

“Can I touch you? Please?” He’s staring at you so pleadingly that you smile at him.

“Good boy, asking for permission,” you purr and let your nails drag down his pecs slightly. “You may.”

It doesn’t take him a second before his hand is in your hair and he’s pulling you into his lips with a groan. He kisses you like a man starved, hands all over you as he pulls you flush against his chest. You can feel his hardness get trapped in between you and he whines at the friction. His lips travel down your jaw and to your throat, where he kisses and sucks at the sensitive skin until you’re whimpering. One of his hands finds your ass and he kneads it before letting his hand travel lower, his fingertips rubbing your core through your panties. You can’t help but keen at the touch, finding some relief in his gentle fingers.

“Don’t have too much fun without us,” Minho suddenly says from where he’s standing. His arm is firmly around Jisung, who’s sucking deep dark marks into Minho’s shoulder as Minho languidly strokes his dick.

“Join us, then,” you gasp out, grinding your hips down onto Felix’s fingers. Minho chuckles, removing his hands from Jisung, who stares up at him with glassy eyes.

Both you and Felix’s eyes are glued to Minho as he saunters over to the bed. He’s entirely naked, but he’s moving with the same confidence he always exhibits. He looks like a Greek God, broad, strong shoulders, gently tapered waist, thick thighs. His cock is hanging heavy between his legs, fully hard and leaking and it makes your mouth water. No matter how many times you see him naked, it takes your breath away every time.

“My eyes are up here, you know,” he scoffs out and you realise you and Felix had both just been staring at his body. Felix blushes, but you just roll your eyes.

“You love it.”

Minho hums and presses a kiss to your lips in passing, before he settles himself against the headboard. He looks at Felix and pats his lap.

“Come over here, little one,” he purrs out. “Back against my chest.”

You climb off Felix, whose eyes are still roaming all over Minho’s body, eyes nearly bugging out of his head. But somehow, on unstable hands and legs, he makes it to Minho, sitting down between his spread legs and gingerly leaning back.

Minho’s one hand starts gently stroking Felix’s arm while the other tips his head back so he can press his lips to Felix’s, licking into his mouth while his hands travel further and further south, until one of them wraps firmly around Felix’s dick.

Felix moans into his mouth, hips bucking into Minho’s hands as he finally gets the friction he’s been craving. Minho’s hand works skilfully and it’s making Felix dissolve into a twitching, moaning mess. But then he stops.

“Oh, oh no, please,” Felix whines out, hand pawing at Minho’s arm. Minho just chuckles at him again.

“Ji, baby, why don’t you come over and use your pretty mouth on our guest.”

Jisung, who had been standing where Minho left him, watching Minho and Felix, steadily stroking himself with his thumb in his mouth, nods eagerly and shuffles over to the bed, dropping to his knees readily.

He wastes no time and wraps his lips around Felix’s dick, eyes rolling into the back of his head when Felix moans. Minho still has Felix’s head turned towards himself, studying his face as Jisung pleasures him. You have to admit, Felix looks beautiful like that, all fucked out and pliable. Your hand creeps down and into your panties, dipping your fingers into the wetness that has been building for the last hours. You touch yourself gently, in the same rhythm that Jisung has set on Felix’s cock and it’s just enough to drive you a little bit mad.

“Ji, my darling, why don’t you prep this little boy so he’s ready to take my cock?” Minho asks sweetly, but demandingly, and Jisung whines before he pulls off and nods. He briefly gets up to grab the lube from the bedside table drawer before returning to the bed. Then he licks Felix’s cock one more time before he lets his nimble tongue run down Felix’s balls until it hits the tight ring of muscle.

Felix’s legs instinctively fall open, hips canting up to give Jisung better access, and Jisung takes the opportunity to push the tip of his tongue into Felix. He licks into Felix’s hole a few times before his lips come back to his dick, hands busy getting his fingers lubed up.

Felix is jelly in Minho’s arms, eyes rolled back into his head, legs spread, dick hard and leaking, a thin sheen of sweat on his chest.

When Jisung, with his tongue still swirling around Felix’s dick like it’s a lollipop, gently works a finger into Felix, the latter groans out so deeply and loudly you’re sure it’s audible three rooms down. But it’s so hot that you can’t care.

And it’s like Minho can read your mind when he coos out your name and crooks his finger to call you over. You pull your hands from your panties and crawl over to him on all fours, before he pulls you into a kiss. It’s hot and demanding, but it’s also comforting – it feels like his reminder that he loves you, despite what he’s doing to Felix, and it makes your chest ache with how much you adore him. When Minho pulls back, he takes your hand and brings it up to his lips. He sucks the two fingers that were just inside of you into his mouth with a groan.

Felix’s eyes are glued to you.

“You really like watching us, huh?” you ask with a smirk, and Felix just nods, little pants falling from his lips as Jisung fucks him open on his fingers.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he breathes out, but he cuts himself off and swallows down a moan.

“Don’t hold back, little boy, you need to tell us if we’re making you feel good,” Minho purrs out, fingers trailing along the collar on Felix’s neck. “Do you like Jisungie’s mouth? He’s got a real talent, don’t you think?”

Felix nods frantically, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Mhm … feels so, so good … ‘m already so close,” he presses out and you can see Jisung preen with the praise, swirling his tongue around Felix’s head before sinking down on him entirely as a reward. His hand presumably working more steadily now, too, because Felix is cursing and moaning even more. Minho shakes his head and you slip your fingers back into your heat, biting back a moan when they sink in with no resistance. Minho’s attention is back on Felix and Jisung now.

“Don’t let him cum, Ji baby. He’ll be cumming on my cock tonight. Slutty little baby, so demanding but already fucked dumb, huh?”

Felix whines again and nods, hazy, pleading eyes staring into Minho’s.

“Doing so well, Ji, baby boy,” Minho mumbles out, pride evident in the way he looks down at Jisung.

Jisung whines out as he pops off Felix’s dick. “I won’t last if you keep praising me like that,” he pants, wide eyes locking with Minho’s. You giggle at how ruined he looks.

Jisung jokingly glares at you, but his expression falters when he sees you have your fingers buried in yourself. You let your fingers swipe through your slick, and the lewd sound of it makes Jisung whine out in desperation.

“Lix is ready, can I please eat Y/Nies pussy, pleaseeee,” he pouts up at Minho, his lube slicked hand sliding over his own dick now as he waits for Minho’s permission, eyes darting over to you impatiently.

You sink two fingers into you with a sigh, making sure Jisung can hear the loud squelch. He whines out, hand squeezing his cock hard. Minho shakes his head, his own hand coming down to Felix’s dick that Jisung so readily abandoned.

“I give you some praise and all of a sudden, you stop what I told you to do, touch yourself without asking and are even making demands,” Minho scoffs, but his voice is softer than usual. “I’ll have to fuck the brat out of you after this, won’t I?”

Jisung’s eyes light up, licking his lips eagerly as he nods.

“You can punish me all you like. But please, she’s so wet,” he adds pleadingly, smirking at Minho.

“Fine,” Minho growls out and Jisung immediately gets up and pounces on you, pushing you onto your back, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

“Hey, my baby,” he mumbles in between kisses. He reaches behind you to undo your bra with one flick of his wrist, his devoted mouth never leaving yours.

You wind your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and sigh into him. “Hey, my love,” you whisper and he kisses you even harder. It feels almost too soon when he starts kissing from your mouth down your neck, nipping at one of your nipples, his sweet boba eyes looking up at you, before he slides down the rest of the way and slips your panties off your legs.

He presses one wet kiss to the inside of your thigh before he throws it over his shoulder and lets his pointer and middle finger swipe through your folds, parting them and then licking a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit. You sigh out a moan, your head falling to the side to watch Minho and Felix as Jisung builds a beautiful rhythm, sucking your clit and licking into your entrance.

Felix had turned in Minho’s arms, hovering over him briefly before kissing him so deeply it sends jolts of electricity all through your body. Minho’s big hands are all racing over Felix’s body, and the desperation in his movements makes you clench around nothing. Jisung chuckles as he feels it, slipping two of his fingers inside of you with ease, the fulness of it ripping a moan from your chest.

Felix pulls away from Minho’s, kissing down his body, just like Jisung had just done to you. His kisses are less practiced and more eager, but Minho doesn’t seem to mind, his abs flexing in anticipation.

Felix takes his time ogling Minho’s cock, eyes wide as he runs his hands over Minho’s thick thighs, fingers digging into the muscles there.

“So big,” he mumbles, “don’t know if it’ll fit.” And then he suckles the tip of it between his plush lips, looking up at Minho with his big brown eyes. You can see how much it affects Minho by how his eyes flutter shut, his hand instinctively threading into Felix’s hair.

Jisung hums appreciatively between your legs when he sees Felix, but you’re almost too far gone to notice anything. Jisung knew you like the back of his hand and when he was unfocused, like he was now, he had the habit of unconsciously doing every single thing you loved all at the same time, instead of spacing it out, driving you to the brink of overstimulation.

“Ji, oh my god,” you whine out, embarrassingly loudly. Minho curses next to you, his eyes flicking from where Felix was blowing him like his life depended on it to where you were falling apart in Jisung’s mouth.

“You gonna cum in my mouth, baby?” Jisung mumbles out against your clit and you nod fervently. He angles his fingers upwards so he’s brushing against your g-spot, his lips wrapping around your clit and you feel the knot in your belly tighten and tighten. Minho beside you tries his best not to buck into Felix’s mouth, but Felix doesn’t seem to mind, taking Minho in his mouth all the way with every bob of his pretty head, satisfied hums rumbling out of his chest.

It’s too much, Jisung’s skilled tongue and Minho falling apart next to you and your orgasm builds fast before it finally takes over your body, white heat ripping through you, wanton whines and curses tumbling from your lips as Jisung rides you through it with a happy moan.

Next to you, Minho pulled Felix off his cock in a panic as you came, wrapping a tight fist around the base of his cock as, eyes screwed shut as he did everything in his power not to spill all over his hands. Felix watches him in awe, whispering out a quiet “fuck” when Minho finally blinks his eyes open, pupils blown entirely. Minho looks at him a little sheepishly, but there’s a fire in Felix’s eyes.

He crawls back up to Minho and places Minho’s hand on the collar that’s still around his throat. He chastely presses his lips against Minho’s once before he stares into his eyes.

“Please fuck me, sir, and fuck me hard, I need it,” he whispers out with this deep voice and Minho’s eyes sparkle as his hand tightens around Felix’s throat.

“On your hands and knees,” he orders, and Felix climbs off him with an eager blush on his face.

After helping you ride out your orgasm, Jisung had crawled back up to you, kissing you gently as you came down, his body draped over yours. In your hazy state, it took you a second to realise that he was slowly rutting his hard cock into your heat, head slipping through your folds, now and then prodding at your entrance, little sighs falling from his lips.

“Ji,” you gasp out when he ruts into you so hard he nearly slips into you, pawing at his chest, half giggling, half panting with the need to be filled.

But suddenly, Jisung is pulled off you by his hair with a squeal, Minho’s hand wrapping around his jaw, mouth brushing over the shell of his ear.

“Enough brattiness for one night, from now on, you do what I say,” he spits out and Jisung whines but nods, as much as he can with the vice grip Minho has on his jaw. It doesn’t seem to satisfy Minho, a harsh slap landing on Jisung’s ass, making him yelp out.

“What was that?” Minho hisses.

“Yes, daddy, I’ll do whatever you want,” Jisung blubbers out, dick twitching where it hangs.

Minho nods and suddenly lets him go, making Jisung tumble forwards, catching himself next to you.

“On your back against the headboard,” he orders, and Jisung follows the order with an eager blush on his face. He settles back against the headboard and watches expectantly as Minho beckons you over to him.

You sit up and scoot over and he cups your jaw, pressing a dirty kiss onto your lips.

“Want to help me with this one, princess?,” Minho purrs out, and when you realise what he means, you can’t help but grin as you nod at him. “Let’s make him fall apart.”

You pull him in for a quick but dirty kiss before he nods for you to go over to Jisung.

Felix is patiently kneeling on the bed, cock hard and leaking, as he watches Minho put all the puzzle pieces into place. He watches you smirk at Jisung before you straddle him with your back to him, instead facing Felix, and sink down onto Jisung’s cock. The stretch is just right and you bite back a satisfied sigh, doing your best to focus on the task at hand.

Minho winds his fingers into the back of Felix’s collar and pulls him backwards until Felix is staring up at him. Felix swallows, Adams apple bobbing violently.

“You’re about to get what you’ve been begging for. You think you can handle it?” Minho asks, and Felix nods desperately.

“‘was made for this,” Felix mumbles out. “Been dreaming about it all week.”

Minho’s hands pull at the collar harder, and Felix moans out, eyes glossing over slightly.

“Yeah? Been jerking your cock to the thought of me stretching out your little hole?”

Felix hums, a lazy smile gracing his features.

“Shameless,” Minho chuckles out, before harshly shoving Felix forward and onto all fours, where Felix comes face to face with you, sitting pretty on Jisung’s dick – Jisung’s dick that is pulsing inside of you. His hands paw at your hips needily, begging you to move in a quiet voice.

But you ignore him, instead giving Felix a sweet little smile, letting your fingers trace his pretty face while Minho pulls out a condom from the nightstand (a detail that doesn’t escape you) before slipping it on and lubing himself up. He slips two fingers into Felix and Felix’s reaction is instant, hips pushing back onto Minho’s fingers, chasing the fulness.

“Fucking pathetic little cockslut,” Minho spits out, but you can see how much he loves it. You keep your eyes on Felix as Minho lines himself up and slowly pushes into Felix’s tight ass. Felix’s reaction right in front of your eyes is priceless – his arms are trembling, eyes rolling into the back of his head as a low groan rumbles from his chest.

“So … so big,” he groans out, mouth falling open when Minho experimentally ruts into him, a string of curses falling from his lips. You can’t help but clench around Jisung, making the latter curse out behind you, hips bucking into you in search of friction.

Felix pushes himself back against Minho and Minho takes the hint, snapping his hips into Felix’s ass deep and hard, punching a throaty moan out of Felix with every thrust. Minho slips his fingers into the collar and pulls at it slightly, restricting Felix’s airflow just a bit, and a shudder runs through him.

“Harder, harder,” Felix begs, his back arching, beautifully following the direction Minho is pulling him in.

And god, he’s loud. Felix’s deep, rumbling moans are bouncing off the wall, he’s not even trying to keep them in. He’s completely lost in the pleasure of it all and it turns you on so much you can’t help but start grinding into Jisung, who mewls out at finally getting the friction he needs, hands digging into your hips as he helps you along.

But then Minho lets go of Felix’s collar and Felix’s head falls forward, his glassy eyes locking with yours and you lean forward just enough to press a messy kiss onto his lips, licking into his mouth as Minho starts fucking Felix even harder. You let your fingers trace over his chest until you find one of his pebbled nipples, running your finger over it. It makes Felix’s entire body break out in a shudder, lips parting from yours to let out a guttural moan.

“Yes, God, yes, ‘m so sensitive,” he mumbles and you smile at him, before you gently pinch his nipple between your thumb and pointer finger. Felix spasms and seems to clench around Minho, judging by the groan Minho lets out.

“Good boy,” you whisper and Felix’s big, glassy eyes snap to you as he whimpers, and you swear it’s one of the prettiest things you’ve ever heard.

You pinch his other nipple before placing your fingers on his bottom lip.

“Be a good baby boy and suck,” you mutter out, and Felix opens his mouth immediately, lapping at your fingers so eagerly that you wish it was your clit he was sucking on. You’re still lazily rolling your hips onto Jisung, who is thrashing underneath you, the friction enough to make him so sensitive everything in him screams at him to flip you over and rail you into the mattress. But you are completely focused on Felix, cunt getting wetter and wetter with every one of Felix’s moans, just using Jisung; he tells himself to make a mental note to figure out why the fuck it turns him on this much that you are paying zero attention to him.

You’re blissfully unaware of Jisung’s turmoil, eyes fixed on Felix, whose tongue is still swirling around your digits, cheeks hollowing, basically blowing your fingers for his own enjoyment as Minho pounds into him. With every passing second, you see Felix slip more and more into the floaty space that you know so well, drool dripping past your fingers as he moans loudly around them.

You pull them out, smearing his spit over his pouty lips and Felix looks absolutely wrecked, mouth falling open as he whines out, “Hnng … please give me more, Mommy, I can take it. Mommy pleaeeeease”.

“Oh my god,” Jisung gasps out behind you, “what the fuck what the fuck what the …” and then his hips stutter and Jisung cums deep inside of you with a choked groan, Minho rumbling out a groan as his hips falter briefly. You grab Jisung’s hand from your hip as you ride him through it, while the other hand comes back to Felix’s mouth, shoving your fingers deep into him, making him moan around you.

When Jisung is spent, you focus all your energy on Felix, the need to guide him through his pleasure all encompassing. You make eye contact with Minho and he nods at you, a lot more frantically than earlier, and you know he’s close.

You lift yourself off Jisung gently, ignoring the sensation of his release dripping out of you, and tower over Felix. You wrap your hand around his throat, forcing him off his hands, arching his back as he holds on to your shoulders for dear life. The new angle has both him and Minho groan out, Minho able to rut into him even deeper. You tilt Felix’s head back just a little more.

“Look at me,” you purr out and Felix pries his eyes open, though you can see he’s barely there, tears collecting at the corners of his eyes.

“Open your mouth for mommy,” you order, and Felix complies, parting his lips and sticking out his tongue as you let a glob of spit drop from your lips into his mouth. Felix whimpers as he swallows it down, one tear rolling down his cheek.

“You close, baby boy?” you ask, and he nods desperately. “Then cum.”

You wrap one hand around his neck, squeezing the side of his throat as your other hand wraps around his throbbing cock. It only takes a few tugs of your hand before Felix is coming undone, choking out loud moans and a litany of ‘mommy’s as he spills thick ropes of cum over your hand.

Minho nearly folds when Felix clenches around him, but he has barely been able to think straight ever since you had slipped your fingers into Felix’s mouth. So as soon as Felix is entirely spent, Minho pulls out of him as gently as he can, guiding him to lie down, before he rips the condom off his cock and pounces on you, pushing you into the pillows next to Jisung, who’s still entirely fucked out and just watches you with a lazy smile.

There’s nothing hesitant about how Minho licks into your mouth, folds you in half and slips into you, bottoming out immediately. He groans of the feeling of you raw, all slick and hot with Jisung’s release. He fucks into you hard and fast, chasing his release at the same time as yours, which he can feel fast approaching. His fingers come down to rub your clit as he pounds into you at an angle that has him hitting your sweet spot mercilessly, punching wet moans out of you with every thrust.

“Holy fuck, you’re so fucking hot when you’re domming,” he mumbles into your neck. “Such a … fuck, such a good mommy.”

He curses out when you clench around him, the flutter of your walls telling him you’re nearly there.

“Love you so much, gonna breed you and make you a mommy one day,” he babbles out and before he can regret it you’re suddenly cumming around him, creaming all over his cock, and he lets go, the coil in his abdomen finally snapping as he shoots hot ropes of cum deep inside of you.

His face is buried in the tangle of your hair in your neck and he’s breathing in the heady scent of your sex-slick body as he’s catching his breath, helping ground him enough to be able to pull back. When he does, you’re smiling at him lazily.

“I love you,” you whisper and he smiles at you.

“I love you, too,” he murmurs back before gently pulling out. You sit up gingerly, shaking your hair out of your face.

“How about you take care of Ji, make sure he knows you love him, too, and I’ll clean up Felix,” you suggest and Minho nods, eyes glassy as he kisses you one more time, his fingers digging into the skin of your jaw as he pulls you into his mouth shakily.

But that’s what you do, Minho mumbling sweet nothings to Jisung as he gently wipes him down and presses kisses to his face, you gently cleaning up Felix before pulling him into a cuddle, gently coaxing him out of his subspace until he’s smiling up at you dopily.

“That was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Can we do it again?”

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ೀ♡ chapter 2 ♡ೀ

yang jeongin x f!reader/lee know x han jisung can be read separately! previous part is only referred to

summary: jeongin is being weird and you don't know why. when you confront him, it turns out hyunjin told him about your little ... moment, and it got him wondering. but there's no way he can fuck anyone in front of his hyungs. but maybe if they stay in the next room ...

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warnings: voyeurism & exhibitionism; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it & pee after sex, guys); dirty talk; 69; fingering; creampie; a tiny bit of foot stuff; cocky innie with a lot of stamina; dom!minho and sub!jisung; loud innie brainrot courtesy of this smut audio

author’s note: chapter 2! another long one, which I hope won't make this flop. this one took me a while to write because the duality of sweet angelic and cocky and horny was tough to nail, but I think we got there. strap in for chapter 3 next week, it packs a punch

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“Okay, Jeongin, spit it out,” you exclaimed with a sigh as you threw yourself down on the sofa next to him.

You had come over to their dorm to pick up Minho for the evening. Jeongin had opened the door to you, eyes widening when he saw you, staring at you like you grew a second head overnight. His hand had come to his messy curls, as if trying to fix them, before he dropped it again, barely stammering out a greeting before bolting back into the flat.

You had fully expected him to disappear into his room, but to your confusion he just plopped down on the couch, back against the armrest, hiding his burning face behind his phone.

Minho opened the door to his room and pressed a kiss to your lips, telling you he was going to quickly jump into the shower, and then he was ready, and then he disappeared again. When you looked over at Jeongin, you caught him watching you before he winced and slid further down the side of the sofa.

You briefly considered waiting in Minho’s room, but Jeongin’s behaviour was so odd that you needed to find out what it was about.

So you plopped down next to him.

“Spit it out.”

Jeongin’s nervous eyes darted to you over his phone that he was holding awkwardly high in front of his face. As if it were a shield, you thought.

“What?” He croaked out, and he had to clear his throat. “I don’t know … nothing’s … what.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and crossed your arms over your chest.

“You haven’t been this weird since the day we met, and you found out I was dating Minho and Jisung,” you said calmly, but you did feel some worry gnaw at you. “Something’s up and I wanna know what. Did I do something?”

Jeongin shook his head vehemently, his phone lowering slightly, so you could see his face.

“No, no, you didn’t do anything.”

You felt some tension leave your body.

“Okay, good,” you said with emphasis. “But what is it then?”

“I told you, it’s nothing,” he repeated, turning his attention back to his phone and pretending to scroll through his TikTok. You could tell he was lying from how tense his shoulders were.

“Innie,” you implored, your hands coming to rest on his knees, leaning closer to him. You were trying to get him to look at you again, in hopes you could somehow puzzle out the answer to your question in his eyes, but instead he froze, and his eyes darted to your hands. It wasn’t an unusual touch, so the look in his wide eyes made your heart drop. You pulled your hands back as fast as you could.

"Innie?” you repeated, “are you sure I didn’t do something? I’m sorry if … if that made you uncomfortable.”

You scooted backwards on the sofa, heart throbbing painfully in your chest. You were about to get up and just go wait in Minho’s room, when Jeongin’s hand shot out and wrapped around your wrist.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he said with a sigh and finally put his phone down, reaching out to take your other wrist and rubbing soothing circles onto your skin. “You didn’t do anything. I mean, you did, but it wasn’t … wrong …”

Now it was your turn to stare at him. He saw your face and grimaced again.

“Fuck, sorry, no, I mean …,” he took a deep breath, “Hyunjin told me that you guys … did … you know.”

It was a spectacle, watching Jeongin try to get out this one sentence. How he stumbled over his words first because he was worried he’d hurt you, then raced through half a sentence trying to just get it out, before he completely stopped and blushed, unable to pick a word for what you and Hyunjin had done. It was so endearing, you couldn’t help but chuckle.

Jeongin’s lower lip jutted out when he heard you laugh, and for a second, he looked like a little boy. It was … cute.

“I can’t believe Hyunjin would kiss and tell,” you tutted teasingly, shaking your head.

“I promise, he only told me,” Jeongin reassured you, his grasp on your wrist tightening slightly. “And I wouldn’t tell anyone else.”

“It’s okay,” you said with a gentle smile, but then you remembered why you were having this conversation in the first place.

“So … is that what’s wrong? Did it … make you uncomfortable?”

Jeongin’s gaze fell to his lap, where he was still holding your wrists in his hands.

“It made me … curious,” he mumbled out, and then added something under his breath that you couldn’t make out.

“And what?” you asked, leaning closer to him. When he looked up again, his face was closer to yours than it probably ever had been. His eyes flitted all over your face before he opened his mouth. The expression on his face was unreadable.

“And it made me horny,” he breathed out, “it’s not any of us get laid much, but I definitely don’t,” he sighed out, a boyish pout on his pretty face. “I’ve only ever had sex once, and that was … years ago.”

He shook himself suddenly, shaking his head with a frown on his face. “Shit, sorry, I don’t know why I told you that.”

You shook your head and smiled at him.

“Because you can, don’t worry about it,” you tried to reassure him, and he gave you a grateful smile, sparkly eyes crinkling at the edges.

You took a second to take him in. He had grown more into his body over the last years. The soft hair that always fell into his cheerful eyes, an endearing contrast to his wide shoulders and large hands – hands that were strong and always ready to catch and comfort. You had never subscribed to the image of Jeongin as the baby, the maknae, to begin with. Jeongin had always just been himself: A young man who was sweet and always had a smile on his lips, but who was also deceptively protective and resilient, more of a pillar for the people around him than they maybe even realised. You trusted Jeongin more than you thought, and it was that, coupled with the relaxed silence that now settled between you, that led you to utter your next sentence.

“Want me to help you out?”

Jeongin’s face fell, and his eyes widened almost comically, an undignified “huh?” tumbling from his lips.

“Do you wanna … you know,” you started, chuckling at your sudden shyness. “Do you wanna have sex? With me?”

Jeongin’s mouth fell open, and you could pinpoint the moment when he imagined it, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip, before he suddenly shook his head and let go of your wrists.

“I heard from Hyunjin that Jisung was watching when you did it and I can’t … I couldn’t,” he huffed out and shook his head again, worry etched into his features.

“They don’t have to be in the room,” you suggested, and he perked up. You could tell you had him. When you reached out one of your hands and took his, his thumb almost instinctively started rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

“They can be in the next room and do whatever they want to, and the two of us can just … have some fun.”

His eyes were intense, darting all over your face, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he stared into your eyes. You lifted your hand to this face and gently ran your fingers through his hair. It was as soft as it looked. His breath hitched. It was so fun to watch him go from worried to putty in your hands in a few seconds flat.

The sound of Minho’s room door opening made Jeongin jump back, blinking his eyes as if he was ripped out of a dream.

“Think about it,” you said gently, before getting up. “We can just see how it goes. See if it happens naturally, y’know?”

Jeongin nodded and you got to your feet. You leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek, and his hand immediately found the side of your leg, his touch oddly natural given the circumstances. You pulled back and gave him a smirk.

“See you, Innie,” you said and skipped into Minho’s room.

You told Minho about your conversation with Jeongin as soon you were in the car that day. Minho laughed at Jeongin’s hesitancy, but when you asked him if he would up for it, he shrugged.

“I mean, why not, the boy deserves to let off some steam,” he said, his hand finding your thigh and squeezing hard, “Jisung and I will just have our own fun while we listen to you take him apart.”

Two weeks later, you found yourself at the 3Racha dorm on a random Thursday night. It was right before the holidays, so the plan for the night was boozy movie night. You arrived with Minho and Jisung let you in. Most of the members were already sprawled all over the living room, raising hands in greeting. Your contribution to the night, a bottle of flavoured Baileys, was slowly collecting condensation in your hands, and you made your way to the kitchen.

When you opened the fridge, it was already surprisingly full of beer and soju, the only free spaces high up on the top shelf. You sighed, knowing there was a non-zero chance you could drop the bottle and make a huge mess. You steeled yourself as you got onto your tiptoes. But you were interrupted by a soft voice behind you.

“Hey, hey, hey, let me help,” Jeongin exclaimed, rushing over to you.

One of his hands went to your waist to hold you steady as he took the bottle from your hand and deposited it on the top shelf.

“There we go,” he hummed out with a smile.

But then he lowered his gaze to you, and his smile fell slightly when he realised how close your faces had gotten. His hand was still on your waist, and he could feel a sliver of your warm skin where your tight top had ridden up and out of your sweats. The side of his body was pressed against yours, and he would only have to lean down slightly and …

“Don’t run up our electricity bill, Jeongin,” Minho suddenly hollered behind him, and Jeongin jumped away from you like you burned him, his head whipping to Minho with wide eyes. He was deathly white in the face and looked like he was about to pass out.

Minho chuckled evilly and glared at him for another few seconds, before finally putting him out of his misery.

“Sheesh, relax, Jeongin, it’s okay, Y/N told us about her offer.”

Jeongin let out a stuttered breath and glared at Minho, but Minho just raised an eyebrow at him, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You think you can handle her?” he asked with a dark smirk, clearly enjoying teasing Jeongin, who scoffed, shoulders squaring slightly.

“Because, I swear, she’s some kind of tantric goddess. My money is on the fact that she’ll make you cum in your pants in five minutes,” Minho continued, eyes burning into yours as he gave you a lazy smile.

“But if you do get to fuck her perfect cunt, just know she’s yours to play with for the night, but ours to keep for a lifetime.”

Minho’s words were lighting a dark fire deep in your chest, hot flames of need licking down your spine. But you didn’t let on just how badly you wanted to jump Minho’s bones, instead just rolling your eyes at your boyfriend and walking over to Jeongin, leaning your body into his as you took his hand. Jeongin’s scowl faded slightly when he looked down at you, but the remains of it and the angle he was looking at you from made him look deliciously tall and imposing.

“Ignore him, he’s just trying to get into your head,” you mumbled, letting your eyes roam over his jawline, the serious line of his lips, the wide set of his shoulders under his hoodie. When you let your hand drag down his (surprisingly strong) chest, the pissed off look was replaced by something darker. It was addictive.

“It’ll be just us,” you added quietly, licking your lips, watching as Jeongin’s eyes fluttered down, blinking a few times. You saw Minho’s face darken from the corner of your eye.

“I like the sound of that,” Jeongin murmured quietly, his large hand wrapping around your waist. His eyes kept flickering down to your lips, almost like he could barely control himself, and it made need scratch at your ribcage.

“Jeongin!”

Seungmin’s voice ringing out from the living room ripped the moment from your fingertips, and Jeongin moved to step away from you with a sigh. Your hand shot out to grab his wrist to stop him, and he readily turned back to you, eyes locking onto yours.

“Leave early with us tonight?,” you asked quietly, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. “We can say we’re giving you a ride, and we can go back to your dorm?”

Jeongin nodded without hesitation, squeezing your hand before he reluctantly moved it from his wrist and left the kitchen, throwing you one last heated look before the door closed behind him.

Minho walked over to you the second he was gone and pulled you into his body.

“Just you and him, huh,” he murmured as he attached his lips to your jaw, letting them wander down your neck.

“We don’t have to do it if you don’t like it,” you murmured out, eyes slipping shut as his tongue traced over your skin. He chuckled into your neck and took one of your hands, guiding it to where he was rock hard in his pants. That was all the confirmation you needed, and you giggled out as well, pulling his face up to yours to press your lips to his, moulding your tongue against his in the way that always drew the filthiest moans out of him. And he didn’t disappoint, lewd groan rumbling out of his chest as his hand came down to squeeze your ass.

But you were rudely interrupted when Hyunjin walked into the room.

He made a disgusted sound, but his demeanour was so void of any discomfort, you smirked at him and shot him a wink.

“Get a room,” he scoffed and rolled his eyes dramatically, before grabbing a bottle from the fridge and mixing himself a drink. You pushed a disgruntled Minho away from you with a wink and joined Hyunjin, mixing you and Minho some drinks before you all went back to the living room to finally watch the movie.

The plan worked like a charm. Once the first movie ended, you yawned exaggeratedly and Minho sweetly offered to take you home, Jisung agreeing as well (a little too enthusiastically, you thought, but nobody seemed to notice). Jeongin, who had been acting anything but tired all night, nervously fidgeting with the label on his beer bottle all throughout the movie, announced he was also tired and Minho offered to give him a ride.

And just like that, the four of you were out in the cold, on your way to Minho’s car. Jisung wiggled his eyebrows at you as he got into the front seat of the car, and you smirked at him as you slid into the back.

Minho started the car, and it was dead silent for a second. You caught Jisung’s eyes again in the mirror, and you saw he was grinning, raising an eyebrow.

Jeongin was nervously twisting his fingers in his lap next to you, and you quietly reached your hand out to take one of his in yours. His head snapped to you, looking from your intertwined hands to you to your boyfriends in the front seat, and you giggled. He was flustered, but it somehow made it all the more fun.

You carefully undid your seatbelt and slid over to Jeongin, letting your hands roam over his chest. He was staring at you with blown pupils, body shuddering under your touches.

“Can I kiss you?” You whispered, quiet enough for only him to hear, and his eyes darted to the front of the car once more, before settling on you. He nodded.

That’s all the confirmation you needed to place your hand on his jaw and pull him into your lips.

His arm wound around your waist immediately, palming your flesh insistently. You took it slow at first, pressing soft, closed mouth kisses to his lips, but before long he was licking the seam of your lips.

When you opened your mouth and your tongues finally met, his whole body shuddered again, and he rasped out the most wrecked “oh fuck” into your lips.

The car swerved suddenly, and you distantly heard Minho curse, his voice thick with arousal. But you didn’t even flinch, and neither did Jeongin, whose hot, strong tongue continued to lick into your mouth, wiping every rational thought from your brain.

“Eyes on the road, baby,” Jisung giggled, and he, too, sounded wrecked. You would’ve bet good money that he was palming either himself or Minho, or both, through his pants right now.

Jeongin’s shyness had completely melted off him now. Without parting his desperate lips from yours, he fumbled to undo his own seatbelt, winding his other arm around your back, flattening a palm against your back to press your body against his. His chest was strong and solid against yours, and he dug his fingertips into your skin like he wanted to devour you. Your back was about to hit the back seat when the car came to a stop and the engine turned off.

Jeongin pulled away from you in a daze, spit slick lips pulling into a disbelieving grin as he swiped his thumb over your cheekbone.

He reluctantly climbed off you, and you felt Jisung’s eyes on you, lips slightly parted and pupils blown. You knew he was hard as a rock in his pants. But then Minho dragged him out of the car and the four of you quietly made your way up the stairs and into the dorm.

The door fell shut behind you and there was a brief moment of silence, Minho locking eyes with you for a second and giving you a gentle smile, before he started dragging Jisung towards his room. But Jisung pulled away and skipped over to you with a lazy, loving grin, pushing you up against the wall and shoving his tongue into your mouth with a moan.

“Need a taste for later,” he hummed before he kissed you again, and you melted into his touch, the special kind of need you only ever felt for your boyfriends tugging at your ribcage. He pulled back, whispering a quiet “I love you” before he walked back to Minho. As he walked past Jeongin, he let one finger drag over the younger boy’s chest.

“You taste good, too, Innie,” he grinned and shot the flustered Jeongin a wink, before letting Minho drag him into his room. The door fell shut, and you giggled out a sigh, hopping onto the kitchen island next to Jeongin.

“Did he have to say that …” Jeongin murmured and trailed off, his cheeks burning, and his eyebrows furrowed.

You couldn’t help but laugh at how easily Jisung had wrapped Jeongin around his little finger, and Jeongin whipped around, giving you a glare as he let his hands come to rest on your thighs.

“Shut up,” he murmured and grabbed you by the back of your neck, shutting you up by pressing his lips back onto yours. It took you by surprise when he parted your legs and stepped in between them, hands running up your thighs until they were on your hips, pulling you flush into his chest. His lips were exacting, eager, reciprocating all your enthusiasm, little noises of pleasure in the back of his throat, threatening to come out. When your hands wound into his hair, and you pulled him even closer, a strangled whine left his mouth and he pulled back, barely enough to be able to speak. He was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes at half-mast as he looked up at you. You wanted to eat him up.

“Where did you learn how to kiss like that, I’m already fucking hard,” he breathed out with a little chuckle that was altogether too sexy, before his lips were back on yours. You flushed at the praise and gently let one of your socked feet drop from his ass, dragging it across his hips before pressing your toes into the bulge in his pants.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the way he whined out at the contact, pressing himself harder into your foot. You chuckled into the kiss, swallowing the noises that tumbled from his lips with every rub of your foot against his clothed cock. His hands were growing desperate again, slipping all over your body eagerly like they did in the car, until he hooked your leg back around his waist, slid his hands under your ass and picked you up from the counter like you weighed nothing. The gesture alone had more wetness pooling in your panties.

He carried you to his bedroom and threw you onto his bed unceremoniously, ignoring the little yelp you let out, immediately crawling over you with a grin to attach his lips back to yours. Your belly felt hot with arousal, the smell of Jeongin all around you now, his strong body on top of yours as he devoured you like he had been starving. You desperately clawed at his t-shirt, shoving it up with a huff, until he finally sat back to take it off.

He was a vision above you, still in his jeans, his messy curls falling into his angular, yet angelic face that was still wearing a sinful smile as he looked down at you. His chest and shoulders were broad, broader than you thought they would be. He was lean, but the toned muscles on his arms and shoulders and his abs told a different story. He watched you as you took him in, lopsided grin on his face.

“Like what you see?”

You rolled your eyes before you pulled him back down to your lips. But you only kissed him for a second before you rolled him onto his back – Or made him roll you on top of him, as it became abundantly clear to you just how strong he was. But he seemed content to let you manhandle him, throwing his head back with a sigh when you landed right on his bulge. His hands went back to your thighs, digging his fingers into the supple skin as he canted his hips up gently, grinding himself up into you. Apart from that, he made no effort to take control, letting you rake your eyes over him before pulling your own shirt over your head and unclipping your bra in one fell swoop.

Jeongin’s eyes dropped to your tits immediately, and it was very flattering, the way his eyes widened, and his tongue came out to wet his lips. Carefully, he rubbed his hands up your arm and over your collarbones, waiting for you to give him a nod before he was grabbing your tits with just the right amount of force, clearly driven by sheer desperation. You arched into his touch when his fingers rubbed over your nipples, and he groaned and tugged you back into his chest, pressing a messy kiss to your lips before ducking down and pressing his face into your tits with a heady sigh.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful, oh my god,” he mumbled, his hips going back to grinding himself into your clothed core while he was laving his tongue over your nipples, his hands kneading your tits, pressing them into his face like he couldn’t get enough. He was moaning into your skin, breathless whimpers leaving your mouth, while he was shamelessly enjoying your body, sucking dark marks into the skin on and over your tits.

“Sit on my face,” he mumbled out below you, staring up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. “69 me, anything, I wan’ you to suffocate me.”

You chuckled disbelievingly.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be such a freak, Innie,” you teased him, but he just grinned up at you again and shrugged.

“I’m so fucking horny,” he replied, as if that explained it all just fine.

You couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of your chest. He gave you a playful glare and used his strength to his advantage, flipping you underneath him. He got up and pulled his pants down, leaving himself bare before you. There wasn’t an ounce of shame in him, his stance shockingly confident, as if his beautiful cock wasn’t hanging between his legs, hard and heavy and delicious looking.

“Why is it turning me on when you laugh at me,” he mumbled as he fumbled your sweats and panties down your legs. You laughed again, louder this time, and he surged up, hooking one of your legs over his arm, shutting you up with a bruising kiss, grinding his hard cock against the inside of your thigh. When he pulled back, you gave him a cheeky look.

“You should talk to Jisung about … ooooh.”

You were interrupted by Jeongin slapping your pussy hard.

“Shut up,” he chided before he pulled you back on top of him, guiding you until you were kneeling over his head.

“I thought you wanted to 69,” you smirked, but his eyes were already glued to your glistening core.

“Change of plans, I might actually bust if I feel your mouth on my my dick,” he mumbled, and with that, he pulled you onto his mouth.

Even if you could’ve thought of a retort, all thoughts were punched from your brain when you felt his tongue dive straight into your core. You didn’t know what ungodly things they taught him in his singing lessons, but the way he tongue-fucked you made you see stars, broken whimpers tumbling from your lips as he ate you out like a man starved.

And he seemed to be enjoying himself, if the way he was moaning into you was anything to judge by, hips bucking into nothingness behind you. His cock was so hard, dribbling precum all over itself, and you needed to get your mouth on him. Before he could protest, you lifted yourself off him and swung yourself around, so you were facing the other way, before sitting back down on his face.

“I don’t care, I wanna taste you,” you declared petulantly, and Jeongin only managed to breathe out a hmpf before you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, suckling his salty precum into your mouth. He moaned into your cunt loudly, loud enough you were sure Minho and Jisung could hear him crystal clear.

It was a challenge, bobbing up and down on Jeongin while he was pressing his tongue into your clit hard enough your legs were shaking, but he didn’t seem to mind, his hips bucking his cock deeper into your throat every now and again, lewd moans falling from his lips, barely muffled by your cunt.

You were getting so damn close when he suddenly roughly tugged you off his dick by your hair and pushed your ass up.

“Hey!” you complained, clenching around nothing as Jeongin chuckled out beneath you.

“That was about to be very romantic, us cumming at the same time, but I don’t wanna cum in your mouth,” he quipped and slapped your ass, moving you away from his mouth, “I’m not giving Minho-hyung that satisfaction.”

You rolled your eyes, still pouting about the orgasm he had so rudely denied you, but you still let him manoeuvre you back into facing him. He wiped his mouth on his sheets before he pulled you down to kiss you again. His fascination with your lips was immense, but you couldn’t complain.

“You’re fucking delicious,” he whispered into your lips, “and also way too good with your mouth.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“So I’ve been told,” you said cockily, letting your mouth travel down his neck, pressing and suckling bruising kisses down the column of his throat as you gently lowered yourself, so his cock was dragging through your slick. Jeongin keened underneath you, a string of curses falling from his lips.

“On second thought, I should’ve made you cum, there’s no way I’ll last,” he groaned out, fingers digging into the skin of your back.

“Then you can eat your cum out of me later,” you spat out and sank yourself onto him to the hilt in one go.

The moan Jeongin let out was pornographic, a high-pitched mewl that made his voice break towards the end. His dick was twitching inside of you, and he was big. Slightly shorter than Hyunjin, but much thicker in a way that filled you up just right.

He looked entirely wrecked from just having his cock inside of you, and it was a refreshing change from his almost cocky demeanour earlier. And while you did want him to enjoy this, you also wanted to make Minho proud and make Jeongin fall apart. The thought of Minho with his hands all over Jisung on the other side of the wall made arousal pool deep in your belly.

You briefly considered giving Jeongin a chance, but the devil on your shoulder that looked a lot like Jisung made a different decision. So you planted your feet onto the mattress and lifted your hips, before sinking back down on him. You set a punishing rhythm from the get-go, bouncing on his cock, feeling every vein of it dragging along your walls. The pressure was building deliciously, whimpers tumbling from your mouth, and you could feel yourself flutter and clench around him.

And if you thought he was loud before, it was nothing compared to how loud he was moaning now, strings of moans and curses falling from his lips like a prayer as you fucked yourself down on him, his hips stuttering up to meet yours. His eyes were screwed shut and his head thrown back, abs rippling under his effort not to blow his load immediately.

But he didn’t stand a chance. You could feel him pulse inside of you, thighs straining underneath you, so you brought the pads of your fingers down to your clit, rubbing it until a blinding orgasm ripped through you, your hips blindly rutting onto him as he fucked himself deep inside you, and then he was cumming, too, almost screaming as he unloaded himself into you.

On the other side of the wall, Jisung shook apart at the same time as you did, thighs trembling as he shot his load all over the hardwood floor of Minho’s room, while Minho watched him.

As soon as the door had closed behind them, Minho had attached his lips to Jisung’s, kissing him so hard, Jisung squealed. But Jisung never complained when Minho got rough, quite the opposite. He got hard almost instantly, happily letting Minho rip the clothes off his body and manoeuvre him onto his lap, his back facing Minho.

It was the best and the worst kind of torture, being unable to touch Minho as he worked him open with slick fingers, especially when the noises on the other side of the wall grew louder. Jisung couldn’t make out details, but he could hear the mumbling and your sweet laughter ringing out, his ears straining for any sound of you while his dick twitched helplessly in front of him – but he knew better than to try to touch himself without Minho’s permission.

When Jisung finally sank down onto Minho’s cock, the familiar stretch and subsequent fulness made his brain go fuzzy. But when he tried to move, Minho slapped his ass and forced his hips down.

Minho had forced Jisung to stay still, sitting on Minho’s cock unmoving, tight rim stretched around his throbbing length. Jisung was always so sensitive and desperate, and it was no different now.

Minho almost felt bad when the moans on the other side of the wall grew louder and Jisung’s hips started twitching with the lack of stimulation, clenching around him every now and again. It was enough stimulation to make Minho’s head spin.

Minho loved him like this. Jisung’s pert ass flush with his abdomen, his tiny little waist leading into his broad shoulders, muscles rippling with every movement. There was a thin sheen of sweat on Jisung’s honey skin, and Minho couldn’t help but lean forward, suckling a mark into his shoulder. Jisung rewarded him with a moan, his hands grabbing for his desperately.

At an especially loud whimper from you, Jisung whimpered out loudly and his cock leaked precum all over itself.

“Please … Min … oh my hnggg,” Jisung moaned out when Jeongin and your noises hit a fever pitch, “I can’t take it, please.”

Minho pulled him back against his chest and into a dirty kiss, all tongue and teeth, his hand stroking Jisung’s cheek gently. He pulled back and gave Jisung a fucked out smile.

“Bounce, baby,” he growled out and Jisung nearly sobbed with relief, mumbling teary ‘thank you’s as he sat and up and lifted his hips up before sinking back down. The first few bounces were messy, Jisung’s whole body trembling as he finally got the stimulation, but soon he found his rhythm, riding Minho, broken moans and whimpers tumbling from his lips.

Minho watched him get off on him, his own release tugging in his abdomen when you fell apart and Jeongin screamed, causing Jisung to spill all over the floor – but something made him hold on. Whether it was the promise of cumming into Jisung’s ready mouth or into you later, he didn’t know.

It took you several minutes to calm down, your exhausted body collapsed onto Jeongin’s chest. Jeongin was also panting underneath you, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he got his bearings. You tried moving your hips but instantly froze, a disbelieving chuckle leaving your lips.

“You’re … you’re still hard?” You asked him breathlessly, incredulously. Jeongin blushed, smiling at you sheepishly.

“Told you I’m horny,” he replied nonchalantly, his warm hand stroking down your back until he was cupping your ass, gently rocking himself into you again. The sensation made you shiver with the overstimulation, but it wasn’t in a bad way.

“Ah fuck, that’s wet,” Jeongin sighed out, head falling back with a hoarse whimper. But his hands fell from your ass, and he forced his hips to still, making you smile down at him fondly. He still was the sweet boy you knew, even if he turned into an absolute menace in bed. Luckily for him, you were just as bad.

You ground yourself down on him and his eyes flew open. He stared up at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

“You up for round 2?” you asked with a devilish smirk, and he blinked at you twice before an equally devilish grin covered his face.

“Only if I get to fuck you this time.”

“Deal,” you replied, and before you knew what was happening, he had you pinned underneath him again, scalding lips on yours as he rutted himself into you slowly.

“Fuck fuck fuck your cunt is unreal,” he grumbled into your lips as his hands explored your body, squeezing and feeling you everywhere he could reach, from your tits down to your thighs.

“You have a dirty mouth, Innie,” you mumbled back, your hands running up the expanse of his muscled back, digging your nails into his skin when he sheathed himself inside of you to the hilt.

“Pretty sure you brought that out in me,” he responded, his voice cracking slightly, taking a second to stare into your eyes as his hips slowed down to a delicious drag, “I know what Hyunjin meant now when he said you drove him insane.”

You moaned and clenched around him at the mention of Hyunjin’s name, your ego swelling, unable to keep the self-satisfied chuckle in.

Jeongin shook his head with a chuckle.

“The three of you are so insane for getting off on this,” he scoffed out, and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“As if you’re not loving the audience,” you teased him back without missing a beat. “Do you know how loud you get when you’re about to cum?”

Jeongin growled and slowly picked up his pace, rutting into you a little harder now.

“Well, I didn’t know I could cum that hard,” he gritted out, groaning again when you clenched around him.

“Let’s do it again then,” you challenged, and he leaned down to press his tongue deep into your mouth, his hips snapping into you harder. It was stupidly hot, how vocal he was, moaning into your mouth as he railed you.

He pulled back, panting, his face scrunched up beautifully, muttering out a ragged “not enough” before he pulled himself out of you, a yelp leaving your helpless lips at the sudden loss of fulness. But he just manhandled you into position again, tipping your hips, so you were almost lying on your side, hiking one of your legs up, so your ankle was resting on his shoulder, straddling your other leg underneath him. He pushed back into you in one smooth motion, and he growled out at the new angle.

And he didn’t give you much time to adjust, rutting into you like he meant it from the very start, and now it was your turn to lose all coherency because he was so fucking deep inside of you, dragging along your walls so well you could feel your cunt flood his cock. The sound of Jeongin thrusting into you got wetter and wetter, and his hips stuttered, heady whimper falling from his lips.

“God, fuck, how are you this wet,” he panted out, tongue poking out between his perfect lips.

“I can feel you in my fucking guts, Innie,” you whined and Jeongin moaned even louder, sinking his teeth into your ankle as he leant over you more and pounded into you harder, sweat dripping down his forehead. The head of his cock was kissing your cervix with every thrust now, sending you into a tailspin of pleasure.

“Can’t … say shit … like that,” he pressed out between moans, but you barely heard him now, brain blissfully empty as he rutted himself so impossibly deep inside of you. You didn’t know what kind of noises were tumbling out of your mouth, but Jeongin seemed to love them because his thrusts grew harder and faster until his headboard started banging onto the wall with every single one of them.

It was filthy, the way your cunt squelched with every one of his thrusts, the way your whimpers mixed with his loud moans, the way his bed was rocking against the wall, but all it did was turn you on more.

“So … so close,” you managed to somehow stutter out, and Jeongin redoubled his efforts, the tight coil in your abdomen tightening and tightening until it finally snapped. You came around him with an obscene moan. He fucked you through your orgasm and only then did he let himself fall over the edge, teeth sunk into the arch of your foot, wailing into your skin as he pulled out and shot hot ropes of cum all over your belly and tits.

He collapsed next to you dramatically and threw his arm over your body, carefully avoiding his own release that covered your skin. He peered up at you almost shyly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You allowed yourself to get lost in his pretty dark eyes for a second.

“I really hope you’re not hard any more,” you muttered, and he giggled, eyes scrunching up as his whole body shook with giddy excitement.

“I’m definitely not,” he responded sweetly, “hope that wasn’t too rough.”

You responded with a shake of your own head, eyes closing happily.

“It was perfect, I had a great time” you hummed, before opening your eyes again and looking into his with a smirk, “but I’m not sure if I’m able to walk any more.”

Jeongin blushed, but his grin grew even wider, a certain cockiness taking over his features that looked far too attractive on him.

Minho had expected the noises to stop after you and Jeongin came so loudly. Jisung was still coming down from his own orgasm, sprawled out over Minho’s chest, lazily kissing Minho while he rocked his hips onto Minho’s still hard cock, riding out the aftershocks of his own orgasm and basking in the overstimulation.

But then, Minho heard Jeongin groan. And then he heard it again. And then suddenly there was even more movement, your melodic moans muffled by something, and Jisung pulled back from him with wide eyes.

“What kind of stamina …,” Jisung breathed out in disbelief, staring at Minho, who blinked hard, his dick twitching where it was still buried in Jisung.

Then they heard the bed moving and Minho didn’t even have to look down to know Jisung was hard again, restlessly grinding his ass down like he didn’t just cum all over the floor.

It was different this time, Jeongin’s needy whimpers and moans loud, but yours were just as loud, if not louder. You sounded so entirely wrecked, it made arousal run down Minho’s spine like molten lava. And he clearly wasn’t the only one affected when Jisung buried his face in Minho’s neck with a whimper, hand coming down to stroke himself.

Minho pulled Jisung from his neck and wordlessly asked him if he wanted to go again. Jisung breathed out a quiet “please” and the thread Minho’s patience was hanging on to, snapped. He manhandled Jisung off his lap and bent him over the side of the bed, Jisung’s knees almost touching the floor, arching instinctively. Needy whimpers and pleas fell from his lips, rutting himself into the mattress for the slightest bit of friction until Minho finally pushed himself back into him and Jisung moaned happily.

It was obscene, the way the sound of your and Jeongin’s debauchery was ringing through the wall. Minho’s movements synching up with Jeongin’s, pounding into Jisung like a man possessed and Jisung’s moans grew louder, egged on by the shamelessness in the next room. Jisung’s writhing, your and Jeongin’s moans, the jealousy, and the burn in his guts, it all made Minho’s head spin, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

But then finally, finally, he heard your tell on the other side of the wall, and he knew Jisung heard it, too, and then, like it was muscle memory, Jisung came at the same time as you did on the other side of the wall, spilling his sticky cum between his abdomen and the sheets with a wrecked whimper. And Minho finally let himself fall over the edge, sinking his teeth into Jisung’s shoulder and shoving himself in to the hilt as a blinding orgasm tore through him.

The hallway was quiet for a few minutes. Then, Minho’s door opened.

Jisung half stepped out of the room, disheveled and thoroughly fucked out, one of Minho’s t-shirts hanging from his body, a pair of Minho’s boxers on the wrong way around. Minho came to stand next to him, arms crossed over his chest, as he waited for Jeongin’s door to open. He looked a little bit more composed in his sweats, but he was no less dazed than Jisung.

The other door was still closed, but they could hear thumping and giggling.

Then it finally opened. Jeongin had also put his sweats and a t-shirt back on. There was a trail of red bruises down his throat, disappearing into the collar of his shirt. You had gotten dressed again, but your hair was a mess, and you had only been able to find one of your socks in Jeongin’s room.

Minho watched as you and Jeongin giggled to yourselves. Jeongin had his arm wound around your waist, your body flush with his. Minho raised his eyebrows at the younger boy, who grinned back like he was having the time of his life.

Jeongin pressed a kiss to your cheek in parting, and you smiled at him, before slowly unwinding yourself from him, taking a careful step with his hands still on your hips. But as soon as he let you go, you felt your legs wobble dangerously. You took two more steps, and you were about halfway across the hallway when your legs almost gave out. You didn’t quite fall, but Minho nonetheless jumped towards you, hands coming out to support you, steadying you against his body. He stared at you and then Jeongin, giving the boy a glare. But Jeongin wasn’t intimidated, not any more, returning Minho’s gaze with a cocky smirk.

Minho was just about to make a snide remark when they heard the key jostle in the lock of the front door. Jisung and Jeongin looked at each other with wide eyes before they both darted back into their rooms. Minho swooped you up into his arms, dashing into his room and kicking the door shut just in time.

When the front door opened and Seungmin and Felix came in, the hallway was empty, and both doors closed.

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summary: Hyunjin knows you're Minho and Jisung's girlfriend, but he's still attracted to you. Not that he would ever act on it – except one night you flirt with him and Jisung doesn't get angry. Quite the opposite ...

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warnings: voyeurism & exhibitionism; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it & pee after sex, guys); dirty talk; oral (m & f receiving); fingering; squirting; creampie; pretty vanilla sex, barely any sub/dom dynamics but switch!reader and switch!hyunjin; being filmed while fucking & sexting & masturbation to said videos and sexts; reader is a musician in this

author’s note: chapter 1!! eep!! really hope you enjoy!! I’m really trying to push myself on this series when it comes to characterizing these characters and making the scenes plausible and I really really hope it comes across! also hope the build-up isn’t too long, it was so sexy to me. also hyunjin needs a lil bit of romancing imo

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Hyunjin felt like he was floating. They had done a great job at the performance, they had won an award, another idol had flirted with him and dropped him her number and even if he wouldn’t end up being able to call her, it did wonders for his self-confidence. Now he was sitting in the venue of this after party, which happened to be just off the lobby of their hotel – meaning he could actually let loose a little, without worrying about having to stumble into a waiting care surrounded by paparazzi.

You had plopped down next to him a few minutes ago with a drink in your hand, leaving Jisung on the other side of the table, talking to Chan. You and Jisung were attending the event alone, Minho having excused himself, opting to get an early night. But you and Jisung had certainly been living it up all night.

You were cursing as you massaged your calves.

“Can you hold this? You can have a sip,” You asked him sweetly, and he took the drink from your hand, watching as you slipped your feet out of your heels and dug through your purse. Hyunjin took a sip of your drink, and he was sure you asked the bartender to make it extra strong because the burn of it sent tingles down his spine immediately.

He was definitely a little tipsy already, but in the best way. He was no longer tense, like he was before the performance, and for once, he could let go of the worry about work tomorrow. All the dance practices and schedules would come in due time, tonight he allowed himself to just … be. He relaxed into the sofa and took another sip from your drink as he let his eyes wander. Jisung and Chan were sitting on the stool across from them, completely engrossed in a conversation that he couldn’t hear, but he was sure was all about some song they were working on. They were leaned close together, the music from the speakers being too loud to allow for anything else.

The venue was tasteful, low, warm lights suffusing everything in an otherworldly glow. There were tea lights on every table and the bar was wrapped in gold and mirrors. The chandeliers all over the ceiling, that caught their glow and diffused it tenfold. The air smelled like expensive liquor and even more expensive cologne. He let his finger drag over the leather of the high-backed sofa he was sitting on, the soft scratch of it almost sensual as he tried to commit the glow of the room to memory, ready to paint later.

His attention was dragged back to you when you threw your hair over your shoulder, and he was enveloped in the smell of your perfume and your shampoo. He watched as you gently let your hand drag down your calf until it reached your ankle, massaging the skin there with your graceful fingers.

Hyunjin took his time drinking you in, letting his eyes roam over you in all your glory, something he didn’t allow himself to do often, for obvious reasons. Hyunjin knew he could and would never act on it, but he couldn’t deny it – he was attracted to you. He couldn’t help it, not when your body looked like it was carved from marble, all soft lines and plump skin, even your ankles now entrancing him. Your lithe fingers danced down your other leg, massaging your ankle and calf as you spoke to him about the night. He had to make an active effort to rip his eyes away from your legs and look you in the eyes, but that didn’t help either. Your skin was glowing under the light, candlelight bouncing off the blush on your cheeks and finding its way into your soft eyes that were trained on him with all your attention and a gentle smile. A part of your charm was the way you talked to people – you had this way of making people feel like you were already friends, or if you weren’t friends yet, like you knew you would be anyway, so you just talked to them so candidly and happily. It set everyone at ease.

That, combined with your intoxicating eye contact and an effortless flirtiness that mirrored Jisung’s – it had men and women falling at your feet. Hyunjin would’ve liked to say he was above that, but that would be a lie; every time you decided to chat with him while waiting for Minho or Jisung made his chest swell with an almost immature sense of pride at being chosen.

As you slipped your heels back on your feet and he handed you your drink back, you told him you had heard his new solo song, the one he had performed in Japan. Hyunjin blushed at the mention, but it wasn’t a very modest blush. He was proud of that song, and of his performance of it.

“Are you going to release it on the next SKZ Record?” You asked him, your attention now fully on him.

Hyunjin nodded.

“We already put it out on YouTube, and it’s on the preliminary track list for the next record, yeah.”

You hummed and leaned your head against the booth as you took a long sip from your drink through the thin straw. Before he could stop himself, Hyunjin’s eyes darted down to your lips for a split second. He could’ve sworn the corners of your mouth turned up ever so slightly.

“Good. Because I saw your performance and phew,” you fanned yourself with your hand dramatically before taking a deep breath and shuddering. “It was hot, you’re hot.”

You said it so matter of fact that Hyunjin did a double take. Did … did you just call him hot? Were you flirting with him? Surely, you wouldn’t. And Jisung was right there!

“All of you guys’ solo stages for this tour we’re crazy, to be honest, you’ve really outdone yourself,” you just continued nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened. Hyunjin took the opportunity gladly.

“I saw a video from your tour the other day,” he said, taking a big sip from his own drink. “You are so talented, it’s insane.”

The comment made your confident exterior crumble slightly, a light blush dusting across your cheeks as if someone had swiped a layer of watercolour over your cheekbones.

“Aw, thank you, Hyune,” you mumbled out, and Hyunjin loved how the nickname sounded on your bashful lips. He mentally slapped mentally. Stop it, Hwang Hyunjin, this is your members’ girlfriend!

“But seriously,” he continued. “That one song? The one before the encore – it made me feel so many emotions, I teared up. The way you delivered it was also so perfect, so full of nuance and tenderness.”

You squealed next to him, your face scrunched up in embarrassment at the compliment, blindly swatting at him, trying to get him to shut up. He couldn’t help but smile, opening his mouth to compliment you again, if just to see your beautiful smile once more, but before he could get a word out, your hand was suddenly firmly pressed over his mouth. His heart dropped straight into his crotch.

You blushed deeper, eyelids fluttering slightly as you took him in.

“You’re being so kind, and I’m awful at taking compliments,” you explained apologetically when you met his big, dark eyes across your hand. He was staring at you with surprise but also something entirely different. You removed your hand slowly and when Hyunjin barely moved, still staring at you, you chuckled awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood again.

“I will only accept compliments like these in writing, so I can giggle and kick my feet in the privacy of my own home about having Hwang Hyunjin profess to be a fan of mine,” you said and winked at him. Hyunjin’s head was reeling because he couldn’t for the life of him tell if this was your naturally flirty way of talking or … he didn’t know what.

“I shall write you a long fan letter then, maybe even include a drawing of you,” he responded with a shy smirk before he could think better of it. He flushed instantly because oh fuck fuck fuck, that was far too flirty, shit.

But to his surprise, you didn’t pull back, instead just exclaimed “and a signed photo card, please” before you hugged your hands to your chest and pretended to swoon, giving him a beautiful smile and a giggle. He just watched you laugh, absentmindedly brushing his hand over the leather of the couch as he did.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chan get up and walk away and when he looked over, his eyes met Jisung’s, who was staring straight at them.

Panic rose in his chest immediately, his body tensing up as he realised how much he had started leaning towards you. But when he looked at Jisung again, he realised that Jisung didn’t look particularly angry. He just looked back and forth between you and him with an unreadable expression on his face, lower lip slightly jutting out.

Hyunjin cleared his throat and turned to you again.

“Umm … why is Jisung staring at us like that?” he asked in a low voice.

You looked at him in surprise before looking over at Jisung. A smirk spread across your face before you let out a breathy little laugh.

“Oh … well,” you took another long look at Jisung before you slid closer to Hyunjin, leaning your head back on the high back of the sofa and staring straight into his eyes.

“Jisung, Minho and I, and especially Jisung and I, we like sharing,” you started explaining, your eyes trained on Hyunjin’s every expression. “We like sharing and watching and being watched and putting on a show.”

The gears were still turning in Hyunjin’s head when it all suddenly clicked into place with your next words.

“So I’m pretty sure he’s currently imagining us fucking and getting really turned on by it.”

Your voice was so low, Hyunjin doubted if he heard right, but the slight darkness in your eyes told him that he did.

“Oh,” was the only thing he managed to breathe out. You were close enough now that he could smell your perfume again, notes of floral and musk, mixed with the scent that is unmistakably you, and it’s making his head swim slightly. Your hand that was resting between the two of you came up, your fingertips ghosting over the inside of his wrist. He watched it happen, hardly daring to breathe. He looked over at Jisung, but your boyfriend was also staring at your fingers, butt restlessly wriggling on his stool, tugging at his slacks. God, you were right – Jisung was getting turned on by his girlfriend flirting with him.

“This is … an invitation,” you murmur, and he whips his head back to you. Your eyes are still trained on him. “You can take it, and we can have some fun, or you can leave it, and we’ll pretend this never happened.”

He let out a shaky breath watching your hand trail from his wrist to his fingers. He followed the expanse of your arms up to your shoulder, exposed by the thin straps of your dress, the material of which moved over your chest with every breath you took. He allowed his gaze to briefly dip down to where your plush thighs, barely covered by your dress to begin with, were squished together with how you had your legs crossed.

He raised his eyes again, gaze resting in the dip in the hollow of your throat before following the column of it up to your chin, your soft, glossed lips that looked good enough to eat, then your gently hooded eyes. Some of your hair was stuck to your neck, and he gently lifted his hand, brushing it away with his fingertips. Your eyelids fluttered with his gentle touch.

He had never done something like this before, something this risky, something that felt this illicit. What was Jisung’s role going to be in this? Hyunjin had slept with guys before, but he had never thought about Jisung that way – or did he? He was confused, but he was also already half hard in his pants.

“Minho …” he started weakly, but he didn’t know how to finish his sentence. You just smiled at him.

“We talked about this before – he’s fine with it. He sometimes likes to get involved, but it’s really Ji and me that … get off on it.”

You were so candid about it that it soothed Hyunjin slightly, your hand gently coming to his thigh, letting your nails drag across the material of his slacks.

“How does this work?” he asks, voice catching in his throat, and he swallows hard.

“However you want it to work. You can take control, or I can, depending on what you’re in the mood for,” you say slowly, your eyes flitting all over his face admiringly in a way that makes Hyunjin’s skin feel hot.

“Or we can go upstairs, you can kiss me with those beautiful lips, and we play it by ear, or we can talk about what you like, or I can guess,” you continued, your voice a soothing siren call Hyunjin was falling for more and more with every passing second. He hadn’t realised how close you’d gotten until he felt your breath on his cheek when you whispered your next sentence.

“For example, I’m guessing that you’re really into dirty talk because you’re so hard right now.”

Hyunjin nearly whimpered and you licked your lips.

“We can ask Ji to join, if you'd like, or he will just sit and watch and touch himself while you and I make each other feel good.” Hyunjin’s eyes fluttered across the table where Jisung was now looking at them with rapt attention, like he wanted to devour them, a wet desperation in his eyes that had Hyunjin’s skin crawling with heat.

You followed his gaze.

“He gets so desperate when he’s turned on, you know, all sloppy and whiny. Something tells me that’s how you leave the boys you fuck, so you might like it,” you murmured into his ear, eyefucking Jisung across the table. He decided not to question how you had read him like that.

“He’ll probably want to take a video of us to tease Minho.”

Hyunjin’s breath hitched in his throat. Something about the thought of Minho waking up tomorrow to a video of his friend fucking his girlfriend felt so deliciously wrong, it sent shivers down his spine.

“There you are,” you whispered, and Hyunjin had to physically stop himself from moaning. “I knew you’d like that, pretty boy.”

Something in him snapped, and he shot to his feet.

“Upstairs, now,” Hyunjin rumbled out before grabbing your hand and Jisung’s arm and dragging you out of the restaurant and straight to the lifts. He reached over and pressed the button for his floor. Jisung wrapped his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his lips into your neck in a way that made you shiver. With his head on your shoulder, he looked over at Hyunjin, eyes big and pupils blown.

“You two are way too pretty together,” he mumbled out, while his hands were travelling all over your body, rocking his bulge into your ass, making his breath shiver out of his chest.

“She’s gonna ruin you, Hyune,” Jisung continued proudly while rubbing himself against you harder, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your neck that had your head fall back with a breathy laugh.

“Her mouth is magic,” he murmured, letting his thumb swipe over your bottom lip, “her pussy will have you see God.”

As if to prove it, he let his hand dip below your dress. Hyunjin couldn’t see anything from where he was standing, but it was evident that Jisung’s fingers were swiping through your folds with the way you were keening, head thrown back onto his shoulder. But as quick as that, Jisung had withdrawn his fingers and brought them to his own mouth, moaning as he licked your slick off his fingers. It’s so filthy, Hyunjin feels like he’s watching porn.

“You’re lucky I’m here,” Jisung continued when he had licked his fingers clean. “Minho’s more possessive than I am, he wouldn’t make it so easy for you to play with what’s ours. But I’m nice, I’ll let you two do anything you want.”

He grins lazily.

“Minho will reclaim what’s his tomorrow. You should be there when he does, he absolutely devours her when he’s feeling possessive, it’s so hot.”

A shiver racked down Hyunjin’s spine as the doors of the elevator opened, and he led them to his room.

Jisung walked in and threw himself down on the comfy chair facing Hyunjin’s bed, leaning back and letting his head loll back and over, so he was watching them.

You were just standing there, smiling up at him, your hands folded in front of you sweetly. But you didn’t look nervous. The way you were watching him was almost … innocent, excited. Hyunjin couldn’t help but smile at you, hoping it wasn’t too inappropriate given the circumstances.

But he was rewarded with your sweet giggle before you took a step forward and threw your arms around his neck.

“I know I’m far from the first to tell you this, but you are fucking gorgeous, Hyune,” you murmured, still smiling up at him as you pressed your body against his. “Ethereally, so.”

He blushed a little, but nonetheless snaked his arms around your waist, his large hands splaying over your lower back. You watched him quietly.

“Kiss me, pretty boy,” you whispered, and he leaned in without a second thought, pressing his plump lips against yours desperately.

You kissed him back immediately, and he swore he’d never been kissed like this before. Your mouth demanding, yet yielding, lips pliant to wrap around his until he parted his lips and your tongue licked into his mouth. He swears you taste like candy, and he can’t get enough of it, he wants more, more, more.

He pushed you gently until your back hit the wall, his hand threading into your hair demandingly now, holding you in place while he had his way with your mouth. You were making the most sinful noises, hips bucking into him so much that he used his whole body to press you into the wall. His arm still around your waist where your back was arching into him, he pulled you into himself like you couldn’t be close enough.

He only ripped his lips from yours away when his lungs were burning, and he was panting, staring down at you in awe.

“Told you her mouth is magic,” Jisung breathed out from across the room, and Hyunjin couldn’t help but chuckle in disbelief, eyes still locked with yours. He had almost forgotten Jisung was there, so lost had he gotten in this fairytale kiss.

But your eyes were glued to his lips, and you pulled him back in, arching into him deeper and deeper while your shaky fingers fiddled the buttons of his shirt open. Every time your fingers brush over Hyunjin’s skin, goosebumps break out all over his body. When the buttons were undone, you ran your hands all the way up his torso and gently pushed the fabric off his shoulders. Your hands were exploratory, almost reverent in their ministrations, and it sent Hyunjin’s heart into a tailspin.

“You’re a vision, Hyune,” you mumbled as your eyes raked over his body. He blushed again, your praises making his dick twitch in his slacks.

“Can I see you?” he whispered shyly, and you nodded, a gentle smile playing around your lips.

“You can do whatever you want with me, I’m yours for the night,” you purred back, and he groaned, his hands finding the zip of your little black dress. He took his time, sliding it down slowly, watching the fabric slip from your shoulders, then over your chest, until it fell off your hips and landed in a heap on the floor. He sucked in a sharp breath when you were standing in front of him in just your underwear.

You were perfect, like a dream, like a painting from the Louvre come to life. Every curve of your body begged to be kissed, your skin so soft and plump he wanted to sink his teeth into it.

“God, you’re fucking stunning,” he groaned out before he cupped your cheeks, pulling you in and kissing you harder than he had all night. His inhibitions at Jisung watching were slowly melting off him at the sheer need he felt burning in his guts.

Still, kissing you, he let his hands run down from your neck, over your shoulders, ghosting past your tits, running down the sides of your waist so gently it made you shiver, before coming to rest on your hips, kneading the skin there as he pushed his clothed bulge into your hip. You gasped into his mouth.

Hyunjin held you against him as he led you backwards until your legs hit the bed. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he gently guided you to lie on your back, looking into your eyes before he started kissing down your neck. He was worshipping every inch of you, nipping and licking until your hands were grabbing at any part of him you could reach, your gasps and whines like music in his ears.

He moved on to your collarbones, down your chest until his nose was brushing against the swell of your breasts. He reached behind you and unclasped your bra, pulling it off you to expose your breasts. He groaned at the sight, his mouth immediately attaching to your nipple.

He was basically worshipping your tits, both hands massaging them as his tongue laved at your nipples. Hyunjin was revelling in the sounds he was pulling from your lips, watching you intently, his big dark eyes trained on your blissed out face, dick twitching every time your eyes fluttered shut, or your eyebrows knit together in

pleasure.“Hyune, please,” you whimpered out brokenly, “T… Touch me.”

He groaned at the easy desperation in your voice, his grips grinding into your leg involuntarily, begging for friction. But he wasn’t done yet. He no longer knew what was wrong or right, but if Jisung was going to go back to Minho and tell him about this, he wanted Minho to hear that Hyunjin had made you beg. He wanted you to dream of him when you were touching yourself.

Before moving further down, he gave both of your nipples a broad lick, blowing cold air onto them, making you shudder. Your hands wrapped around the back of his head, fingers threading into his hair.

You dragged your nails over his scalp so perfectly, Hyunjin moaned noiselessly, eyes rolling into the back of his head. But he regained his focus quickly, kissing the rest of the way down your stomach before sinking to his knees at the edge of the bed, bringing his lips to the ankle he had been so obsessed with just an hour earlier.

Unsurprisingly, however, his patience was also wearing thin, so he kissed up your legs a little faster, a little wetter than he would’ve liked. You didn’t seem to mind, though, your hips bucking wantonly as the wet patch on your panties grew.

Hyunjin could smell you now and it was intoxicating. He laved at the skin of your inner thigh, right next to your clothed core, and let his fingertip run over the damp fabric gently. Your reaction was instant, a long wanton moan ripping from your throat.

“Please, please, please, touch me,” you mewled out.

You were really begging now, and the last shred of his patience went out the window. He slipped your panties down your legs, spread your folds with two of his long fingers and pressed his tongue against you, pressing hard. You threw your head back with a moan, a shudder running through your whole body. Just like your mouth, your pussy was hot and silky and sweet, and he had to squeeze himself in his slacks to take some of the edge off his arousal. He wasted no time, massaging your clit for a second before laving down, the tip of his tongue on your entrance, licking at it once, twice, before pushing his tongue into you. Your hands flew back to his head, threading into his long, black hair, holding on to him for dear life.

Jisung watched as Hyunjin made you fall apart with his mouth. He had never seen you react this way, not to himself nor to Minho, and it created an intoxicating push and pull of emotions that made him lightheaded. There was a little voice in his head, telling him that you might be enjoying this more, loved fucking Hyunjin more than them, and was simultaneously torture but also made his vision cloudy with arousal. He couldn’t help himself any more, finally undoing his pants and pulling his dick out, wrapping his fingers around himself and squeezing hard. He bit back a moan, head tipping back as the relief of his own touch spread through his body, pre-cum leaking from his tip.

Hyunjin pressed two long fingers past your entrance, slowly working them into you, rocking them into you deeper and deeper until he was all the way inside. Your hips were rolling into his fingers wantonly, and he smiled as he flicked your clit with his tongue. Experimentally, he brushed against the spongy spot inside of you and when you clenched around his fingers and more wetness dripped over his fingers, he knew he had found what he wanted.

Hyunjin loved how responsive you were, how wet you were around his fingers, how you were whimpering openly, hips twitching helplessly – your pussy told him everything he needed to know, guiding him perfectly to his goal. He stroked his fingers into you relentlessly, dragging across your walls and hitting your g-spot every time, while he worked your clit with his tongue. He felt your release build deliciously with the staccato of your moans above him, walls fluttering around his fingers.

“Hyune, oh my god, please, I’m gonna … gonna …”

And then you were coming undone, a high-pitched mewl ripping out of your chest as you squirted all over his hand that was still pumping in and out of you, helping you through your orgasm. Some of your release landed on his lips and the taste of it nearly made him cum in his pants untouched. But he held out, the need to fill you up, to send you back to your boyfriends filled with his cum, burning darkly in the depth of his soul.

He slowly pulled his fingers from you as you were coming down, wiping his mouth and hand on the sheets. He let his gaze wander over to Jisung. Hyunjin couldn’t help the dark pride crackle through his chest when he saw Jisung’s stunned expression. His hand was wrapped around his dick, that had turned an angry red, but it wasn’t moving, as he was staring at Hyunjin, his brows slightly furrowed, mouth open. Hyunjin smirked at him and raised an eyebrow, making Jisung narrow his eyes at him. Hyunjin had to admit, you were right, he did look delicious when he was all wet and desperate and angry that he had just made his girlfriend squirt in his mouth.

But then he felt your hands grab at him, and he let you pull his mouth to yours, your tongue pushing into his mouth. He let you take what you needed, let you push him onto his back, his hands coming to rest on your thighs.

When you were straddling him, he took a second to take you in. A small love bite was forming at the base of your throat, and he imagined it staring Minho in the face the next time he fucked you.

The thought shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did.

You looked thoroughly fucked, chest flushed, your make-up slightly askew, and you were staring down at him like you wanted to eat him up – and Hyunjin was ready to let you do just about anything to him.

You leaned down, letting your teeth graze over his pecs, tongue swirling around his nipples and down his abs, giving him a taste of his own medicine, before you started undoing his slacks.

“Can’t wait any more,” you mumbled as you pulled them down his legs, his boxers along with them, your impatience making his leaking, angry cock twitch against his abdomen.

“Fuck, your dick is beautiful,” you breathed out before you leaned down, letting your tongue swirl around his head like a lollipop before sinking him into your mouth.

Hyunjin’s pride flew out the window, a whimper ripping out of his throat as your head started bobbing up and down, your tongue all over him, his tip hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. It felt like you were everywhere, your mouth so shamelessly wet and sloppy that it sent Hyunjin barrelling towards his orgasm within minutes. He had to pull you off him in a panic.

“Can’t … Fuck,” he gulped in air, staring at you with wide eyes.

“You’re too good at that, you need to stop.”

You just giggled coyly but took mercy on him, moving away from his dick and up to his lips, straddling him again. When you kissed him again, it was so deep he felt like there was nothing but you, your sweet, filthy tongue in his mouth, your nose pressed into his face, your soft thighs caging him to the bed. You pressed his dick against his abdomen, your slick pussy rubbing alongside it, and he groaned out pathetically loud into your mouth, hands flying to your hips. The friction wasn’t enough to pull him back to the edge, but the wet squelch of your cunt so tantalisingly dirty it drove him wild.

You pulled back slightly, your face still right in front of his as you rocked over him, your breath coming out in little gasps.

“You’re so pretty, Hyune, so perfect, so good to me” you whispered so quietly he’s pretty sure Jisung couldn’t hear it, and it nearly made him sob out. The praise and the pleasure of his overstimulation were mixing with the overwhelming feeling of you everywhere on him – it made his head fuzzy in the most delicious way.

“Please,” he breathed out, and his voice was ragged.

“Please what, my pretty prince?” You purred, your hips slowing down slightly, and Hyunjin whimpered again.

“Please, please fuck me, angel,” he mewls out, the nickname slipping from his lips. “I need to feel you.”

You chuckled breathily at the sweet pleas falling from his lips so readily. Without hesitation, you lifted yourself up, aligned his dick with your core and sunk down to the hilt. You both moaned out at the feeling of your wet, hot walls moulding around him and pulling him in. Hyunjin swears he has died and gone to heaven, your wetness enveloping him like silk, squeezing him perfectly.

You stilled like that for a second, head thrown back and nails digging into his abs, getting used to the delicious stretch of him. But once you started moving, you set a desperate pace, fucking yourself onto him, soft hands supporting yourself on his abs. His hands race all over your thighs and hips, feeling the skin, guiding you up and down. He threw his head back in pleasure, nearly going cross-eyed at how deep he was reaching inside of you.

You were riding him hard, perfect tits bouncing, moaning out breathily above him, whispering his name in a way that had his brain go fuzzy. He looked down at where he was disappearing inside of you with a lewd squelch and he growled out. He wanted more, needed more, so he started to rock his hips up into you, making your back arch.

“More, Hyune” you whined out, legs starting to shake under Hyunjin’s grip.

With the last of his strength he flipped you over, folding you in half and pressing your legs to your chest, his hand supporting himself on the headboard of the bed before re-entering you. He started pounding into you with hard, shallow strokes, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. He would’ve questioned if he was going too hard but you were a blissed out mess underneath him, pulling him into you by his hips like your life depended on it. He could feel just how much you wanted it and it only spurred him on. He didn’t have the wherewithal to hold back any more, desperate groans tumbling from his lips and mixing with yours as he fucked you with all he had, snaking his hand between you to rub your clit in quick, tight circles.

“S- so close,” you whine out, your pussy clenching around him even harder, walls fluttering like earlier, but the sensation was infinitely better around his throbbing cock. “Cum with me, Hyune, wanna feel you.”

And with a few more thrusts, you came on his cock with a choked out moan, head thrown back, creamy release forming a ring around the base of his cock.

Hyunjin screwed his eyes shut in concentration, trying to focus on riding you through your orgasm, but then you suddenly wrapped a soft hand around his throat and pleasure ripped through his body, cumming so hard his vision went blurry. He was still rocking himself into you, riding out your orgasm that was milking him so well, it prolonged his own until it nearly hurt. Only then did he pull out and collapse next to you.

The room was quiet for a second, except for the noise of your joint panting. Slowly, it dawned on Hyunjin that he had no idea what to do now. The post-nut clarity made him hyper aware of what he’d just done, of Minho sleeping somewhere else in the hotel, Jisung still in the chair, having just watched Hyunjin rail his girlfriend. But before he could panic, you rolled over and pulled him into a lazy kiss. When you pulled back, you gave him a lazy smile.

“You okay?” You murmured, and he found himself nodding, leaning in to press his lips to yours again, the feeling of them calming the anxiety in his chest. Jisung was moving around the room and into the bathroom. But Hyunjin wasn’t ready to let go of you just yet, so he kept kissing you sweetly, hoping he could convey even a fraction of how grateful he felt through the kiss. And he dared hope you felt it, when you sighed into his lips quietly. When he did finally pull back, Jisung was standing over them, handing him a towel with a lopsided smile. He plopped down next to you on the bed, the wet stain on his slacks very obvious, but he didn’t seem to care.

“You guys could make some premium porn together, holy shit,” he breathed out. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? That was insane.”

Jisung looked almost starstruck, his eyes still wide, pupils blown, and Hyunjin had a feeling he was probably still hard in his pants.

The three of you stayed like that for a second, catching your breath, Jisung softly cleaning you up while Hyunjin wiped himself clean and slipped back into his underwear. As you and Jisung left the room, Jisung gave Hyunjin a wink, telling him he texted him the videos he took, for his spank bank.

Hyunjin wasn’t sure what the next day would bring but he couldn’t find it in himself to care, crawling into his soiled sheets and passing out pretty much immediately.

The next morning, Minho woke up, blinking the sleep from his eyes before he reached for his phone. He was greeted with several missed messages from Jisung.

The first thing to catch his eye is the picture of you and Hyunjin at the venue. You’re sitting next to each other, you're leaning your head back against the back of the booth, smiling at Hyunjin, who is looking at you flirtily.

1:02am - Ji Ji sent a picture hey min i am ver y drunk, hope ur resting well look at the two of them aren’t they so gorgeous togehter

Minho couldn’t deny it, the two of you looked like ethereal next to each other.

1:04am - Ji is it wrong that I wan watch gthem fuck bet our y/nie would look so pretty with his long fingers in her mouth bet his dick is all long and pretty too

Minho chuckled to himself. He already knew where this was going. He could picture it, Jisung sitting in the venue, watching you and Hyunjin talk to each other, that far away look on his face, getting harder and harder in his jeans with every second.

1:15am - Ji y/nie is on board, so is hyunewill take a video for you

1:55am - Ji Ji sent a video look at them, look at how pussy drunk she’s getting hyunjin nobody will ever be able to compare to our girl god she’s ours can you believe it

Minho forced himself to take a deep breath before clicking play. Jisung’s camera work was slightly shaky and Minho could hear him take a ragged breath every now and again, but it was enough to make arousal pool in Minho’s belly.

Hyunjin was spread out on the bed, his head lolled back, almost hanging off the bed, jawline and neck exposed, while you were bouncing on his dick, your own head thrown back, nails digging into Hyunjin’s abs. Hyunjin sounded absolutely wrecked, whimpers punched from his chest with every move of your hips.

Minho groans, his hand coming to palm himself through his boxers.

1:59am - Ji wish you were here, I feel so empty, wan you to fill me up want to feel you leak inside of me as you watch them fuck like bunnies, i know you’d love it god min i love you, you’re so fucking sexy, i can’t ever get enough of you

Minho couldn’t help but smile at Jisung’s messages, fondness blooming in his chest. Though, he really did wish he could’ve been there, able to feel Jisung’s tight little ass wrapped around his cock while he watched you and Hyunjin screw.

2:02 - Ji i’m getting so needy and they’re fucking so intimately how do you do this watching thing? do you ever get so horny you could cry? sorry for blowing up your phone, i’m about to cum in my fucking pants

Minho couldn’t hold back his laugh now. ‘Yes,’ he wanted to tell Jisung, ‘I do. But I also have a lot more self-control, and there’s something about being the odd one out that gets me rock hard.’

2:03 - Ji Ji sent a photo

The next photo was of Jisung’s weepy dick, his hand wrapped around it. Minho’s hand pushed past the waistband of his boxers, stroking himself at the thought of wrapping his lips around Jisung’s dick.

2:08 - Ji Ji sent a video

The second video was even shakier than the first, Jisung clearly affected by the scene in front of him. Video-Jisung let out a soft whimper before composing himself and training the camera on the bed, where Hyunjin was now pounding into you relentlessly, your legs pressed up to your chest. The headboard was slamming against the wall, the slap of skin and the squelch of your wetness combining with both of your wanton moans and Minho stroked himself faster, head dropping backwards.

It didn’t help that Hyunjin’s back and ass looked just about good enough to bite. Oh, had he only been there.

He let the video loop as he fucked his fist harder, breathy moans pushing past his lips until he came, hot ropes of cum spilling into his boxers. He wiped his hands on the hotel sheets with a sated sigh before he picked up his phone again.

2:55 - Ji we’re back in my room now hyunjin made her squirt with his fingers, I nearly punched him with jealousy you better show him she’s ours tomorrow, i think he loved fucking her a little too much rest assured we are both still head over heels in love with you can’t wait to see you tomorrow x we miss you

Minho smiled at the last message, the thought of the two of them curling into each other and passing out after the exertion making his heart ache. He took a shower and got dressed before he texted them back.

9:55 Min morning, sleepyheads looks like you had fun last night ;) I sure did this morning watching those back

9:56 Ji morning, baby <3333 y/nie is getting ready right now i’m very horny because hyune fucked her so good she couldn’t handle round two :( stupid long finger long dick hyunjin she did suck me off last night though :)

9:58 Min do you ever think about anything other than sex, ji?

9:58 Ji no :)

Minho shook his head with a chuckle.

9:59 Ji how are you feeling today?

10:00 Min much better. Had a good sleep and feel almost like new will be there for photoshoot today which pick up are you? A or B?

10:01 Ji A, y/n and I get picked up in 10

10:01 Min I’m B, so I’ll see you there later

10:02 Ji boo, i was hoping for car cuddles

10:02 Y/N morning, baby <3 I can’t wait to see you

10:03 Ji y/n doesn’t want to say it but she needs some late aftercare, needs to know you still love her

10:03 Y/N JI!

10:04 Min oh baby, I love you so much so much that I haven’t seen you for 12 hours and I already miss you I’ll find a way to give you a kiss when I see you

10:05 Y/N :’) I can’t wait for that kiss

10:05 Ji my kisses are no longer good enough :(

10:05 Y/N Ji please I will strangle you with the hairdryer

10:06 Ji yummy dw I’m just teasing :) you get min privileges for the next few days but I have a feeling you will get those anyways when I tell min more about how hyunjin was touching you

Minho hated how well Jisung knew him sometimes because, God, did that sentence make his chest burn. It was all consensual and it got his dick hard, but the jealousy still burned.

10:07 Y/N Ji is just mad because he didn’t get his dick wet last night apparently my blowjobs aren’t good enough anymore :( anyways we have to go now, see you later, min <3

Minho was picked up with Felix, IN, and Seungmin about 20 minutes later and when he walked into the shoot location, he made sure that Hyunjin was looking and pulled you into his lap and kissed you the way only Minho could kiss you, filthy, possessive, all-consuming.

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Texts from bf!Hyunjin when he finds out you did a fan call

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pov: 1st/2nd person (depends on how you view it)

description: Hyunjin is a bit dramatic after finding out about your fan call with AB6IX

pairing: bf!Hyunjin x reader

warnings: none

screenshot count: 7

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[💭] thinking about waking up next to seungmin.

now listen, i know a lot of people think seungmin isn’t one to cuddle. but i’m here to tell you that just isn’t true, but only when it comes to you. once you get in bed and he gets a hold of you, then good luck trying to get away because he will latch on and not let you go.

his body is plastered against yours 90% of the time when you wake up, and during the 10% when he’s not, he’s got a hand intertwined with yours or your ankles locked together.

sometimes you’ll wake up with an arm slung around your waist, soft breaths hitting the back of your neck. he’ll murmur something you can’t quite make out and snuggle closer. other times you’ll wake up to his hair tickling your nose, and when you finally regain enough consciousness you’ll notice that he’s got his head tucked into your neck.

if you try to move when he’s like this, expect him to throw a fit. if he notices you trying to move out from under him he will whine and get closer to you, throwing a leg over your waist to keep you from getting up. if you continue to struggle, he will just roll the rest of the way on top of you. he’ll lay there and pout and snuggle further into your neck and fall back asleep just like that.

you’ll wake up to a soft rumble coming from beneath you, where your head is resting on his chest. a hand running through your hair. he’s giggling at some stupid video he’s watching on his phone and you don’t dare to disturb him. you’ll lay there and listen to him occasionally laugh or hum at something until the feeling of his hands lulls you back to sleep.

some mornings you two wake up and it will be too cold to get out of bed so you just lay there under the covers for hours, talking about nothing and everything all at once. you’ll lay there until it’s time for one of you to go to work, and even then you still won’t get up. on cold mornings one of you is always late to work.

notes : listen, i was tired last night and somehow i woke up to this in the drafts, so here’s a little insight to my mind at 2am

#seungmin x y/n #skz

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cookie taste tester - lee felix x gn!reader

˗ˏˋ pairing: lee felix x gn!reader

˗ˏˋ description: part two of wedding cake samples. can be read as a standalone.

after going on your first date with felix and finding out about his job as the main baker at the bakery your friend adores, felix decides to invite you over to show you his baking skills firsthand.

˗ˏˋword count: 3.2k

˗ˏˋ tags: idiots who like each other a lot (to lovers), fluff, food mention, flirty felix (again but more flirty this time), maybe a bit suggestive but not really, felix is just gorgeous and you don't know how to deal with it, jisung makes another apperance, bonus points if you guess who the flour-buttprint menace is, minors and ageless blogs dni

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author's note: part two of wedding cake tasting !! i was really overwhelmed by the love, so thank you all so much again <3, i didn't want to add more to the original one shot originally, but i figured i owed all of you some real date fluff, enjoy !!

cookie taste tester (lee felix)

"Say, when did you want to tell me that you are Chef Lee?"

Felix stopped at what you said, almost stumbling over his own feet. His grip around your hand tightened.

“Sorry?”

You laughed, “I’m not mad at you. It just would have been a lot less awkward if I had known before we went there, though.”

Felix blushed a deep shade of red, “I was already way too into you when I found out where you wanted to go and I didn’t know how to tell you. I’m sorry.”

This time it was your turn to be shy.

“It’s all good,” you whispered, looking to the side, “I’m glad I got to go with you.”

“Does that mean you would want to see me again?”

Felix's question caught you off guard. You looked up and furrowed your eyebrows.

“Of course,” you answered, as if the question had been the worst thing he could have asked you, “I was afraid we wouldn’t.”

The walk back to your home was quiet. It was a comfortable silence surrounding the both of you, and Felix's hand never left yours. As before, he drew circles on the back of your hand with this thumb.

“You know,” Felix interrupted the silence.

“I was actually hoping that Seungmin would do the tasting. Not that Jisung didn’t do a good job,” he laughed quietly, “but he is not exactly good at keeping secrets.”

You smiled and squeezed his hand.

“I can tell,” you admitted, and Felix perked up at your answer.

“You can tell?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, smiling at him, “but I won’t tell you how I knew.”

Felix pouted, “why not?”

“I’ll tell you next time.”

At this point, both of you had arrived in front of your front door. You turned around to face Felix, who took your other hand into his. He smiled.

“Next time?” His voice dropped deeper. He turned his head and licked his lips. Your eyes flickered to his mouth.

“There’s gonna be a next time? You really want to see me again?” Felix whispered and took a step towards you. You nodded and looked at your feet, smiling.

“In case you didn’t notice, I really enjoy spending time with you.”

Your answer made Felix giggle. You did not think that it would sound as cute as it did and it made your heart soar.

“You’re cute,” you said out loud without thinking. Felix giggled again.

“Isn’t that my line?”

He walked closer to you, your noses almost touching. Gently, he let go of your hands. Before you could feel the emptiness of his touch, he softly cradled your head in his hands.

“Do you want to…” he whispered, delicately rubbing his nose against yours. You smiled and pressed a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth, barely grazing his skin.

“Next time.”

Felix smiled and exhaled through his nose.

“Okay. Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there.”

You went back inside and Felix watched you until you got back to your room safely. You texted him right away and he answered you just as fast. It made you cheese at your phone for a few more minutes until your phone rang. It was your best friend.

“Y/n! Are you coming over later?”

You looked at your phone screen. Right.

“I’m sorry. The … thing I had,” you smiled and scrunched your nose at the thought of your date with Felix, “I just got home. I think I have to do a raincheck, I’m sorry.”

You heard your friend get up.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, knowing that they could not see you.

“I am. I’m just. God, do you ever meet someone and just know that you’re fucked?”

Your friend gasped, “You went on a date and didn’t tell me?”

You laughed. “It was a spur of the moment, really.”

“Tell me everything.”

And you did. You told her about Felix, about how you met at a dating app and under what premise. You explained your fake dating idea in detail and your friend called you an idiot.

“If you really wanted to try the samples, you could have waited until the wedding. He makes a regular cake for us, but he said he would also throw in some cupcakes of other flavours since we liked them so much.”

You pouted, “and you couldn’t have told me sooner? Before I embarrassed myself?”

Your friend laughed again.

“Well, I didn’t think you’d just fake date someone to try some cake.”

“Fake engaged,” you corrected her, “Felix and I are fake engaged.”

“Felix?” she perked up at the name, “That’s funny. Chef Lee’s name is also Felix.”

You sighed, “Did you plan this?”

“Plan?”

“Yes,” you huffed jokingly, “I went on a date with him to try his own cakes. He paid for it, he even tipped his own staff. He’s an idiot.”

You did not need to see your friend to know that she was smiling.

“Does that mean you like him?”

“Gargh”, you made an inhuman sound, “Maybe? Sue me?”

She giggled, “bring him to the wedding. Don’t fuck this up.”

“Isn’t it too early to plan him as my wedding date?”

“Absolutely. So, don’t. Fuck. This. Up. He sounds wonderful and I don’t want him to spit in my wedding cake. Does he know me?”

You laughed, “Don’t worry. I’m sure he won’t ruin your cake on purpose, but I’ll definitely mention you now.”

She groaned, “Don’t joke about this. I need this cake.”

“I won’t,” you smiled, “He’s so fun. We almost kissed twice earlier and he giggled. Giggled! I think my heart almost exploded.”

“Love always finds its way,” she philosophised dreamily.

“Ugh. Go be in love somewhere else.”

You looked at the time again, “I think I have to hang up now.”

“Have fun talking to Felix,” your friend laughed and then got quiet.

“I’m really happy for you. Let me know when you come over next time, I need to know all about him.”

After she hung up, you put your phone down and leaned back in your chair. Grinning, you folded your hands over your face and smiled widely, replaying the almost kisses from earlier inside your head. Felix was perfect and you could not wait to see him again.

As if on cue, Felix texted you. He wanted to see you again and proposed the idea of baking cookies together. Nothing too fancy, as he put it, and you grinned even wider.

“Do you want to impress me with your baking skills?”

“Maybe,” He texted you back right away, “But I just really want to see you again.”

And seeing him again you did a week later. It was your turn to visit him at his home now. Felix had told you beforehand that he had two roommates living with him, Jisung and Seungmin, but that they both would be out while you were there.

“I asked them for privacy,” he told you during your phone call the night before, “And they promised not to interrupt us.”

You laughed, “You’re nasty.”

“Well,” Felix flirted, ”It’s not like I would mind.”

“Ahh,” You felt your face heat up, “Not after the second date.”

Felix giggled, “I’m just joking. I’m really happy to see you again.”

And he had the same big smile on his face when he opened the door for you the following day.

“Y/n!” He exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. You gasped, but allowed him to pull you closer. It was not an unwanted gesture, you really liked how comfortable he started to be with you. Carefully, you put your hands around his neck while he put yours around your waist. You smelled his shampoo and … did he put on perfume? It smelled sweet and spicy, and it suited him perfectly.

You waited until he pulled away and were greeted with his smile again.

“You’re here,” he exclaimed with his hands still on your waist. You felt yourself heat up again, scrunching your nose in the process.

“Your perfume. You smell good,” you complimented and he closed his eyes.

“And you look good. Do you want to come in?”

You nodded and allowed him to pull you inside by grabbing your hand. Interlocking your fingers, he led you to the kitchen in his apartment. It was clean and the ingredients you would be using were already all neatly sat out on the countertop.

“I prepared a few things already,” Felix said bashfully and ran his fingers through his hair. It made you feel warm inside.

“I was a bit nervous this morning, but I’m glad that you’re here now. I have this recipe for cookies that we want to sell soon and I was looking for a taste tester.”

“Well, here I am,” you joked and looked around his kitchen. It was not a big kitchen by any means. They had enough space to put a desk in the corner of the room along with a few chairs. It was cosy.

Felix hummed, “I have everything written down here. You can take a look, but you need to promise that you won’t show it to anyone else. Or else.”

He jokingly wiggled his finger in front of your face. You laughed.

“Or else?”

“Or I need to punish you,” he answered and winked at you. You laughed louder.

“C’mon, let’s bake the cookies first.”

Felix grinned and pulled you closer to him by your waist. He kept his hand in place and softly drew circles on your skin. It became a habit of his and you did not mind it one bit.

“We need to start with the dry ingredients. It’s only the flour so far. We need to measure it.”

You nodded and reached for the flour. Carefully, you measured the exact amount and put it into the bowl Felix held for you.

“Okay,” you said and quickly touched your nose, “what now?”

Felix looked at you and smiled again.

“You have a little something there.” He put his hand up and gently wiped his thumb over the tip of your nose. Then, he scrunched his eyebrows and stared at your lips lovingly. You looked into his eyes and smiled, as did he. Suddenly, he exhaled and giggled again.

“You’re gonna be the end of me.” Your heart felt warm at his words, and again, you could not help yourself from smiling widely at him.

“The flour.”

Felix blinked and looked down, “Right.”

“I have a question.”

Felix nodded and grabbed the butter and sugars, “Go ahead.”

“On your dating profile, you had a picture of you baking on it. Maybe it’s not my place to ask, but I’m very curious about how, you know, the picture came to be.”

You saw Felix blush at your question and laughed quietly. The picture you were referring to was him in the same kitchen you were standing in. Someone captured a picture of Felix kneading dough, all while he was covered in flour. The best part of the picture were the flour handprints on his ass clear as day.

“Ahh,” Felix groaned and giggled into his shoulder, “That picture.”

He started mixing the butter and the sugars.

“We had some of our friends over. It was when I told them about a recipe I wanted to try. They always beg me to make literally anything for them to eat first, but they would probably eat rotten eggs if they got them for free,” he joked, clearly fond of said friends, “And one of them wanted to show me his appreciation, I guess, and immortalised his handprints on my ass with flour.”

Felix grimaced and you laughed, “Fair enough.”

You watched Felix add eggs and vanilla to the butter-sugar mix. He smiled to himself and you did, too. Deep in thought, you were thinking about what said friend of his did. Felix was absolutely gorgeous and just straight up hot. You could not deny it and your thoughts were wandering towards his butt. Yeah, you definitely could not blame the friend for what he did.

“I have a question for you now,” Felix said and pulled you out of your thoughts. You felt hot all of sudden and stepped away from him, while he got his wet mixture ready. Felix took the flour and nodded his head towards the chairs.

“You can sit down if you want to.”

You nodded and sat down. Sitting in the corner of the kitchen across from Felix gave you the perfect view of his entire body and you were praying that your internal voice would shut up about how breathtaking he was.

“What’s up?” You asked and tried to level your breath. Felix hummed.

“You didn’t tell me how you figured out that I’m, you know, the chef. The boss baker and all.”

You grinned, “It was not that hard to figure out.”

“Really?” Felix glanced at you.

“Yeah”, you nodded, “you were very suspicious around Jisung. At first I thought, no way, that guy already knows that we’re only making shit up to get the samples, but you literally kicked Jisung under the table a few times and thought I didn’t notice.”

Felix smirked, “I guess you’re just too smart for me.”

You snorted, “He also called you by your name when we left and neither of us mentioned it before. So I guess it really wasn’t that hard to figure out.”

“You’re right,” Felix laughed.

“I’m sorry again. It was a fun date, I’m happy that you like my stuff. Just tell me what you want and I’ll make it for you.”

“Hm,” you hummed and watched him lick some of the butter mixture off of his fingers, “I will remind you that you said it when you get sick of me.”

“I could never get sick of you,” Felix grinned and opened the box of chocolate chips to add them to the final mix.

“You’re such a flirt,” you mumbled and looked away from him for a moment. Felix noticed and took the chance to openly check you out in return. He started to roll and portion the dough now and it pulled your attention back to him.

It was quiet for a few minutes as you watched Felix. You watched as he flexed his arms while scooping the portions to give all of them an even size. He looked absolutely ethereal and you had a hard time focusing on your own sane thoughts.

When the cookies were all done and in the oven, Felix sat down with you. He offered you something to drink and you gladly accepted it, trying to get your head out of the gutter.

You guys talked about a few more casual things. You were still shy around each other, but still already so comfortable. It was just Felix, you reminded yourself, the same Felix you had talked to almost daily the past two weeks.

The beeping of the oven indicated that the cookies were done. Felix got them out and sat them down to let them cool for a few more minutes. Just when he sat down in front of you again, you heard the front door open.

“Hello,” you heard a familiar voice yell and saw a brunette head pop into the doorframe of the kitchen you were currently in.

“Oh shit, I thought no one was here,” Jisung apologised and looked at the both of you. Felix groaned.

“Go away.”

“After everything I’ve done for you?”

You giggled and hid your smile behind your hand.

“It’s all good. Thank you so much for the other day again. It was a lot of fun.”

Jisung grimaced, “To you. I still have a bruise on my leg from when that dumbass kicked me.”

Felix stared at Jisung and looked daggers at him, “Shush.”

It made you laugh to see your sweet Felix stare someone down in this way. Felix noticed and took your hand in his and put both down on the desk in front of you.

“That’s my cue to leave. It was nice finally really meeting you, Y/n. Please save some cookies for me, though, I’m starving.”

And with that, Jisung left to what you assumed was his room. In response, Felix sighed and let his head fall into his chest.

“Awkward,” he mumbled, and you smiled at him.

“Not really. I know him, I don’t mind meeting your friends. My bestie has been dying to hear about you, too.”

Gently, you put your free hand up to run your own fingers through his hair. Felix sighed and leaned into your touch.

“Let’s try some cookies, shall we?”

The cookies tasted amazing. Felix offered to feed you one and you happily accepted. How could you not, with that smile of his? He grinned when he saw some cookie crumbles on the corner of your lips and he again used his thumb to wipe them away.

“Tch, always the same with you,” he joked and led his thumb to his lips to lick it clean. You smiled back at him and sighed.

“I think you’re just doing this on purpose.”

“Congrats on figuring that one out too, then,” He flirted and winked at you. Would your face ever be at a normal temperature when you are around him? Or were you just doomed to heating up and grinning at everything he said and did in your presence?

You ate more of the cookies, flirted a bit more, and before you noticed, it was your time to leave. It had been a nice second date and you were desperately hoping that Felix thought the same. He put some cookies away for you to take home and you noticed that he had put a few away to save for his roommates. Cute.

“I had a great time today,” Felix whispered when you were both standing in the doorway of his apartment again. You licked your lips and looked at him.

“Me too.”

Felix smiled widely and took your hands into his.

“Can I see you again?”

You nodded right away.

“It would be a shame if you didn’t.”

He smiled and put his hands back on your waist, their favourite place.

“Can I do something?” he asked next and pulled you closer. You nodded softly and your gaze dropped down to his lips.

Felix sighed, “I’ve been dying to do this.”

His lips barely grazed yours. You sighed in return and gently put your hands on his cheeks to pull him a bit closer. Your noses touched and you could feel Felix’s smile against your lips.

“Please do,” you whispered and it was all Felix needed to hear. He leaned in and delicately squeezed your waist. His lips touched yours softly and you both stayed like this, just enjoying each other's presence.

When you moved away, Felix would not let you. He whined and his lips followed yours desperately and you giggled, allowing him to kiss you one more time. He sighed and smiled against your lips, resulting in a giggle of his own.

“God, you’re so amazing,” Felix whispered, still on a high from your kiss. Quickly, he stole another few pecks and laughed after. You nudged your nose with his.

“You are.”

Your soft moment was interrupted by none other than Jisung again and Felix groaned when he heard him call out for him.

“Mate, where are the cookies?”

#i don't think i'll ever be over this little series #it is so cute omg #felix x y/n #caseiloveu

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wedding cake samples - lee felix x gn!reader

˗ˏˋ pairing: lee felix x gn!reader

˗ˏˋ description: your best friend is getting married and can't stop gushing about how much she loved the wedding cake samples she got at the lee bakery, baked by the chef baker himself. after finding out that you won't get any samples unless you are engaged, you take matters into your own hands and create a dating profile for this specific scenario: to find someone who wants to fake-engage you to try the wedding cake samples together. and felix matches with you.

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˗ˏˋ tags: strangers to idiots who like each other a lot, fake dating, fluff, food mention, flirty felix, he has a secret but there is no conflict, only two cuties, little shit jisung, i do not know how wedding cake tasting works, i have never been to cake tasting, you are definitely able to tell that i have given up on dating apps, don't download them ! minors + ageless blogs dni

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˗ˏˋ part two: cookie taste tester

author's note: my first written fic for stray kids !! thank you so much to my friend for beta-reading this for me <3 this fic was based on a random tumblr post i saw ages ago lol, if you want to discuss anything, ask a question, or just tell me your thoughts, my ask box is open for everyone <3 happy reading !!

wedding cake tasting (lee felix)

“Does somebody wanna be fake engaged to me for like two hours to try free wedding cake samples?”

Your goal was simple. Open Tinder, write your bio, and wait. Truth to be told, you did not expect any answers. Maybe some people would make fun of you, if anyone wanted to match with you in the first place. You did not expect much out of it, but would it hurt to try?

After hearing your best friend talk about her wedding planning all day, you were curious. She had already picked a location, the dress she had her eyes on was absolutely gorgeous, and now she was simultaneously looking for flowers to decorate and the wedding cake. The latter included cake tasting, which she did today. She kept talking about how tasty the cake samples were, how brilliant, showstopping, phenomenal, all thanks to the owner of the bakery. She and her fiance both had a hard time choosing the cake flavour for their wedding, as she told you on the phone just now.

“This guy, he’s god-sent. He’s the owner of the bakery, it’s about thirty minutes away from where you live. His cakes are so, so good, we couldn’t believe that he made all of them himself,” she sighed and you could hear her jump on her bed, “He has his staff working with him, and they do sell other pastries, duh, but he is the one who works on all wedding cakes all by himself. It’s his thing, he said. He wants nothing but the best for his customers. Isn’t that the cutest thing you have ever heard?”

You smiled and agreed, “He sounds amazing.”

“He IS,” your friend gushed, “He made all the samples all by himself today. Yesterday night and this morning, he said, so it would be all fresh. Just like it would be at the wedding. It’s his thing, even the staff was so heartwarming and kept congratulating us on our engagement. I think I would marry Chef Lee if I weren’t engaged already.”

“You what?” You heard her finance gasp in the background, “You have to fight me for his hand first.”

You laughed, “You didn’t happen to take any samples home?”

“We didn’t, I’m sorry,” your best friend sighed, “I don’t think that we will go back before the wedding. I had so much going on, I really wish I had thought of it.”

“It’s all good,” you interrupted her, “I’ll just bring some pastries or a croissant from the bakery next time I come over.”

Your friend gasped, “Is that a promise?”

“Absolutely. If I get the first bite at your wedding,” you teased laughing.

“Hm,” your friend pretended to think about it, “what if I give you the address for the bakery and you can try everything yourself?”

You paused for a second, “the wedding cake samples?”

“Oh no, he only makes them for engaged couples,” she explained, “but the regular stuff is really good too. I’ll send you the location.”

The bakery was not that far away from where you lived, maybe a twenty minute walk away. You could easily drive over for a bite.

“Thank you. I shall bring the goods next time I come over,” You said dramatically, knowing that your phone call had to be cut short today. She and her fiance would go look for flower arrangements tomorrow and you did not want to keep them up longer than you had to. On cue your friend started yawning.

“Would you be upset at me if I went to sleep right now?” she asked ashamedly. You shook your head, knowing that she could not see it.

“Of course not. Text you tomorrow?”

She made a kissing sound into the phone, “You’re the best. Talk to you tomorrow!”

The familiar sound let you know that she hung up. Sighing, you threw your phone on the desk in front of you and started tapping your fingers on your phone case. You would not totally be against the idea of going to the bakery in a few days, since it was your day off anyway. The way your friend talked about the pastries made your stomach growl in anticipation. Deep in thought, you started to rub it appreciatively.

“I know, this really makes me want to try the samples. I wonder why he won’t just sell the cakes he makes if they’re so good,” you told your stomach and it grumbled again.

Dejectedly, you turned your phone around just as a new notification popped up.

You have a new match!

Oh. It was from the dating app you downloaded a few days ago. After weeks of refusing to download the app, your friend finally managed to talk you into it the last time you visited her. Allegedly, she just wanted you to find a date to her wedding, she had to make sure you would not swipe right on complete idiots, but you never got around to actually text any of the people back.

Thinking about everything your friend had said, you sat up straighter. An idea popped into your mind; what if you just looked for a date on your dating app to go taste wedding cake samples with you? It was a spur of the moment idea, but you still opened the app and went straight to your profile. Obviously, it would most likely be awkward to introduce your idea to anyone you had a match with already. You did not feel ready for rejection of any kind, so you decided to change your bio to match your idea.

“Does anyone want to try wedding cake samples with me? My friend is engaged and I am jealous of her wedding cake and her relationship.”

No. No one would match with you that way.

“Wedding cake samples. Thoughts?”

You cringed. Neither sounded like a good idea.

“Does somebody wanna be fake engaged to me for like two hours to try free wedding cake samples?”

Maybe your new bio was a bit pathetic, but it was exactly what you are looking for. You had not found anyone worth talking to on the app so far anyway, so this would definitely be a good conversation starter. If anyone texted you back, anyway.

You went back to the main page and started swiping. However, no one you saw so far actually had the vibes you needed to get your admittedly stupid plan in motion. Then again, what did you expect from a dating app?

You swiped on a few people who seemed fun enough, with no matches so far, before you put your phone back down. It was time you made yourself some dinner, anyway, if your growling stomach had anything to say. Discouraged from your unsuccessful fake-engagement-hunt, you got up and made yourself some dinner.

When you got back, you found out that a few people actually matched with you, and some even texted you in regards to your bio. One of the people stood out, however. It was someone named “Felix”. He seemed really… sweet.

“How much are the samples?” He had texted you first, and you clicked on his profile. The first picture was a selfie and he looked incredibly handsome in it. It was a simple one. Felix looked into the camera with a slight smile barely gracing his lips. He had black hair with a middle part, dark eyes, and full lips. It was mesmerising to look at him, but what really stood out to you were the freckles adorning his entire face. He was even wearing a dangling earring on the left side of his head and it made him even more attractive to you.

“Cute,” you mumbled and scrolled a bit down to read his bio. It made you snort.

Do you believe in love at first sight or do you want to swipe again?

“So that’s who we are working with,” you said to yourself and swiped back up again. Felix was cute, though, so you decided to give his profile another chance. You swiped again to look at the other pictures on his profile. The second one already felt like you found the right person. It was a picture of Felix in what seemed to be his own kitchen. He was in the process of kneading the dough when the picture was taken. It was sweet. His pretty freckles were covered by the flour all over his face, just like his clothing was. You zoomed into the picture and snorted again. There were two handprints of flour right on his butt. The picture already made you intrigued to find out what Felix actually thought of your idea to get free cake samples out of the date you had yet to plan.

You swiped one last time to see the last picture, and oh. Oh.

The last picture was a selfie of Felix in bed surrounded by purple light. His face was half covered by his pillow. He put his hand on the back of his head and gazed into the camera seductively. He had one dangling earring on, and his freckles were just as present as in the pictures before. This time, however, his hair was blond and he seemed to be shirtless in this picture.

Felix seemed to be funny, if the second picture told you anything about him, and he was not hard on the eyes either. You looked at all of his pictures again before you went back to your chat with him.

“Not sure yet, but I will pay for it. Just looking for someone who wants to go with me.” It was honest. You were looking for someone to join you. The fact that Felix was insanely attractive was only a bonus.

Felix answered you right away, “I see. When are we going?”

You smiled at his message, “Would Friday work for you?”

“Absolutely. Just let me know when and where and I will be there!”

And with that, you guys started to talk to each other for the entire night. You went from messaging to video calling, since Felix claimed that he would love to see you to make sure he knows what his fiance looked like. You told Felix about the bakery and where you got your idea from. Thankfully, he did not judge you. He called you a genius even.

“No, I definitely would have done the same if I were you,” he said in a thick Australian accent and smiled widely, “Maybe I would have begged one of my friends to go, but using this as a first date idea? You’re so cool for that.”

You felt your face heat up at his words.

“Stoop,” you mumbled and pressed your face on your pillow, “I was afraid of the people who would text me about it. For all I know you could be a murderer.”

Felix grinned mischievously, “I can think of ways to make your heart stop.”

You jolted back up and stared right into the camera, “You did not just say that.”

“I’m sorry,” Felix blushed and giggled shyly, “Was that too soon? You’re just so cute, I had a hard time believing that you didn’t try to catfish me.”

It was your turn to get shy now.

“I wouldn’t,” you said, “I’m really only here for the wedding cakes.”

He smiled, “I can’t wait to try them, then.”

You were both quiet for a while, just staring at each other in silence.

“Can I ask you a question about your profile?” You asked all of a sudden. Felix nodded curiously, “Go ahead.”

“So, about that second picture. Do I have a baker myself with me on Friday?”

Felix grinned widely, “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Talking to Felix was easy. It was like walking through a field of flowers on a sunny day while listening to your favourite songs, knowing that it would not rain all day. And that’s what Felix was, a sunshine. The sunlight in your days all the way up to Friday.

On Thursday the day before you talked to your best friend on the phone again. You did not tell her about your Felix just yet, because you wanted to wait and see where this would go. She did, however, ask you about the bakery again.

“Did you go yet? We confirmed the cake, by the way. I want to keep the flavour a surprise, but just know that you will fall in love as soon as you know how magical Chef Lee is.”

You smiled to yourself, “Not yet. I want to go tomorrow, though.”

“You will?” Your best friend perked up at your answer, “you need to get us something. Do you want to come over tomorrow?”

“I,” you started, thinking about your date with Felix, “I’ll text you about it tomorrow. I have a thing going on, I’m not sure yet if I will have the time.”

“Okay,” your friend said and you knew that she was pouting, “but you need to come over soon. I am going insane without you.”

Friday came and Felix came over to yours. As promised, he would pick you up and you would walk to the bakery together. It was a twenty minute walk and you would have all the time in the world to match your stories up again until your appointment started. You woke up early that day, took a quick shower, and decided on a simple yet chic outfit to go cake tasting. You did not want to look too shabby, but still make a good impression on the staff in case you decided to go back there again. It was a few minutes before your meeting time, you were putting on your shoes, when your bell rang. When you opened the door, you were greeted by Felix down on one knee.

“Y/N, will you fake-marry me for today?” He had a ring pop in his hands and looked at you with big, sparkling eyes. His freckles were so vibrant today and you felt your face heat up a little.

“Of course,” you gasped and folded your hands over your mouth, “Yes! I want to be fake-engaged!”

Felix laughed and got back up. You noticed that his eyes were all red and smiled a little. He was smaller than you expected him to be, but he was still the most gorgeous man you had ever laid your eyes on.

Felix put out his hand, “C’mon. Give me your hand.”

Hesitantly, you held your left hand towards him. He gently took it into his and slid the ring pop over your ring finger.

“There we go,” he whispered and softly stroke your hand with his thumb. Your heart did a little flip.

“Now we’re officially fake-engaged!”

You looked up at him, right into his eyes. They were so kind and you had a hard time looking away. Felix just smiled at you.

“Do we go?” He still had your hand in yours.

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m ready.”

He did not let go of your hand for the entirety of the walk. You both talked about your fake-engagement. Felix softly drew circles on the back of your hand and you did not mind one bit.

“I say that we met at college. I always wanted a college romance,” Felix muses and you laughed. “I hate thinking about college.”

“Fair enough.”

He smiled, “But I think you would love thinking about it if you met me there.”

“Ah!” You looked away, “That is absolutely not true.”

Felix laughed at your flustered state.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll make sure that they won’t suspect anything.” His grip around your hand tightened a little, “and if they do, we’re just gonna tell them that you’re a dropout.”

You shook your head, “Unbelievable. I am the smartest person I know.”

“Ah! I knew that you don’t have any friends.”

Playfully, you hit his arm with your free hand, “Keep being mean to me and I will look for another fiance.”

Felix pouted, “I’m sorry. Don’t break up with me. I didn’t even get to try the cake yet.” He winked at you.

“You’re gross,” you joked, not minding his comments at all, “but we can do your college romance, if that’s what you want.”

“I will do whatever you want,” he answered honestly. You looked away and licked your lips.

“I think it would be fine. We just say that we have the same major. Nothing in detail. I doubt that anyone cares, anyway.”

He nodded, “Probably. I’m a music major, by the way.”

You looked at him. “Then I am, too.”

Felix was flirty, but it was nice. His hand fit into yours perfectly and it was so incredibly soft. He was funny, too. You already guessed when he was ready to do this with fake-engagement wedding cake tasting with you, but you quite underestimated how hilarious he actually was. During the week you have known him, you guys have talked to every day. One of his favourite activities was sending you memes he found on different social medias, and they always made you smile. Thinking about this, you ignored the fact that they were especially funny because of the guy who sent them to you.

You almost did not notice that you reached the bakery, you were both currently several arguments deep in a discussion about your favourite pizza toppings.

“You’re wrong,” you told him and pointed at the sign above the door, “and we’re here already. I win.”

Felix rolled his eyes and smiled, “Only because you’re cute.”

As it had done the entire day already, your face heated up again.

“Dumbass,” you jokingly mumbled and pulled him to the entrance. Your hand was still in his.

You opened the door and were greeted with a fantastic smell. Your best friend was right, the pastries already smelled delicious, and your mouth started watering at the thought of finally getting to try them.

You both walked towards the staff working behind the counter. It was a guy your age, who was about the same height as Felix. He had big eyes, soft cheeks, and a knowing glint in his eyes when he saw you guys walking up to him. Awkwardly, you let go of Felix’s hand.

“Hi, we’re here for the wedding cake tasting,” you introduced yourselves, “It’s for Y/N?”

The guy behind the counter hummed and nodded. He typed something into the computer. You took the chance and looked around. There were endless amounts of bread right behind him and it looked so delicious. The counter was filled with different pastries; you could spot croissants and strawberry cake; even freshly baked cookies who were still steaming were orderly placed behind the glass. You licked your lips and sighed quietly; everything looked so heavenly.

“Yes, here you are,” the guy interrupted your thoughts and you looked back at him, “Y/N. This way, please.”

The guy opened the door behind him first, “Seungmin? Can you go to the counter, please?”

“But I’m on my break,” came a muffled voice out of the room. The guy sighed.

“We have… customers,” he said sternly, hesitating a bit before the last part. You glanced at Felix. Did the worker know that you were only pretending? But Felix only looked at both guys amusedly.

“Fine,” the voice in the room did, in fact, not sound fine, “I’m coming out. Give me a second.”

Happily, the guy nodded and turned back around to face you again, “I’m sorry for him. I will show you the samples right now.”

You smiled at him and nodded, following him along with Felix right behind you. You could feel his hand ghosting over your lower back as he guided you through the bakery to a small sideroom. It was beautifully arranged for customers who wanted to sit down. Now, however, there were different cake samples on a single table. They were the ones you had chosen when you called the bakery the week before, you assumed.

“Woah,” you whispered and you heard Felix laugh quietly. His laugh was deep and sent a chill down your spine.

“Sit down, please,” the guy said and pointed to the chairs opposite of his, “I am Jisung, by the way. I’m here to assist you on your wedding cake journey today!”

“Oh, are you Chef Lee?” Jisung glanced at Felix at your question.

“I’m not, I apologise on his behalf,” he said carefully, “He is busy today. He usually would have done this, but I hope I can be just as helpful as him. We all know the procedure. If you have any concerns, I will gladly give you his phone number. He offered to call you, should you choose us for your wedding cake needs..”

He smiled at you and you nodded, “Thank you.”

You put your hand out to grab your chair, but Felix swiftly stood beside you and pulled it back for you.

“There you go, love,” he smiled cutely and waited for you to sit down. You did and he gently pushed the chair forward. You looked down and smiled, “thank you.”

Felix sat down beside you and put an arm around your chair, as if he had done it a thousand times before already. Jisung looked at you both.

“Here we have the samples,” he pointed at the different cupcakes in front of him, “Chef Lee has baked them all himself. They’re the different flavours that we offer. Here we have white vanilla bean, red velvet, and chocolate!”

The cupcakes looked mouthwatering, just like the pastries in the entrance did. Jisung pushed the platter with the white vanilla bean cupcake towards you. You pulled the plate towards you and Felix grabbed the fork. He got some of the cupcake on it and pointed the fork towards your mouth.

You opened your mouth while looking him in the eyes, trying to stop your face from heating up and embarrassing yourself in front of Jisung. Felix smirked at you when you gasped.

“Oh my god, this tastes amazing.” And it did. The cupcake was soft, moist, and extremely fluffy. The flavour was subtle, but addicting, and you had to stop yourself from taking another bite and eating the cupcake all in one go.

You heard Jisung laugh, “Thank you. I will give the compliments to the chef when he comes back.”

Felix winked at you and took his own bite, “It’s perfect.”

He pushed the platter with the half-eaten cupcake aside. Jisung took the platter and handed you the red velvet cupcake.

“I hope you won’t feel like a psycho after trying our red velvet cupcake,” Jisung joked and looked at the both of you. You snorted quietly and hid your laugh behind your hand. While laughing, you slightly leaned further into Felix, who welcomed you with open arms.

“Who are you to make my fiance laugh like that,” Felix joked back and gently pressed his lips against your temple, “but I think she might need to get scared that I’m gonna leave her for your cupcakes.”

You looked at him, “Fight me.”

Felix's eyes sparkled, “Over these cupcakes? Always.”

You noticed Jisung look at you and you felt your body heat up again.

“I’m sorry. We’re just so excited,” you said, and Felix nodded, “Yeah, for our wedding and everything.”

Jisung smiled, “No worries. We love seeing our … customers happy. Especially ones who… have their special day soon.”

Felix moved beside you and Jisung pulled a grimace.

“Anyway. Here’s the red velvet.”

You took your own bite this time and closed your eyes. The cupcake tasted mildly like cocoa and blended together so insanely tasty the cream cheese frosting outside. The texture was smooth and soft this time again.

“Oh, I’m so in love right now,” You joked and looked at Felix, “Have some.”

It was your turn to feed him this time. It was a delicate moment shared between the both of you, and Felix beamed at you after taking his bite.

“This is great,” He complimented again and looked at Jisung. The latter pressed his lips together and nodded his head, “Do you want to try the last one? We can talk about decorations after.”

You looked at Felix worriedly. You had not discussed decorations so far, hell, you did not even consider that they would already plan the cake with you. All you assumed they did was have you taste the flavours, you pay for it, and come back another time if you chose the place to actually work on the cake.

Felix noticed your uneasiness and answered, “If we choose your cake, we would love to discuss the decorations with the chef himself, please. We want it to be simple, but we would prefer to discuss it with him. I hope you understand.”

Jisung looked at Felix and squinted his eyes while staring at him. At least that’s what you thought you saw, because when you properly looked at Jisung, you saw the smile on his face he never seemed to love.

“Of course,” He answered, pushing the last cupcake towards you, “Help yourself. I will go back to grab the notebook. We can at least write down the flavours you prefer now. It helps with the planning process, if you decide to choose us.”

Felix nodded and pulled you closer into him.

“C’mon, babe, have another bite,” He said and placed the fork in front of your closed lips. Jisung already left the room and you opened your mouth, allowing Felix to feed you one more time.

“These cakes are insane,” you moaned and fell into his chest, “I think we actually need to get married now. There is no way I will never have these again.”

Felix smirked, “Didn’t you say your friend chose these for her wedding?”

“Yes,” you hesitated, “but I think I could eat one of these in one sitting all by myself.”

Gently, Felix put his hand on your cheek.

“You got something”, he mumbled, staring at your lips, “right there.”

Carefully, he swiped his thumb over your lower lip up to the corner of your mouth. Felix looked up into your eyes and put his thumb up to his own mouth to suck it clean.

“All gone,” he whispered. You could not get another word out, you were all too mesmerised by his eyes. They were still sparkling and god, the freckles on his face. You blinked slowly and looked at the stars on his cheeks. He was so gorgeous and you felt your stomach flutter at his actions. Slowly, Felix leaned in.

“Tell me,” Felix said quietly, still leaning in further. Your gaze dropped down to his lips, “I-”

You heard the door open again and jumped out of his arms. Jisung came back with a notebook in his hand, pretending that he did not see what you guys were up to.

“Did you guys decide on a flavour?” He asked and opened the notebook. Felix nodded.

“I really like the chocolate one. What do you think, cupcake?” He winked at you, while you were still trying to get your remaining brain cells to work again.

“Yeah, I really want the chocolate one too.”

Jisung looked at Felix, before glancing back at you.

“Preferred flavour: chocolate cake. Thank you,” He wrote it down in his notebook, “I will let the Chef know. This would already be it otherwise. If you want us to make your wedding cake, please make sure to let us know within two business days. We have a pretty open schedule and we are flexible when it comes to the date, so you don’t have to tell us just yet when it will be. A rough estimate will be enough.”

“A spring wedding,” Felix answered for you, his hand dropping down to your lower back, “we want a spring wedding.”

You nodded in agreement, unable to get another word out when Felix drew circles with his thumb on your lower back. Jisung nodded one last time.

“Alright. Then it’s settled! Just give us another call within the next few days. Chef Lee will personally answer you.”

Felix thanked Jisung and both men stood up. You joined Felix right away, still in a trance, and Jisung led you the way back to the counter. Seungmin was still standing behind the counter and hurriedly put the pastry he was snacking on below the counter in front of him. Jisung stared at him and pushed him to the side to go to the computer. He typed something in it, presumably what you just talked about, and looked at the both of you.

“The total would be 25.”

You reached into your pocket to get your wallet out, but Felix was faster. He handed Jisung a ten and a twenty bill and told him to keep the change. Jisung looked at him.

“It was a pleasure to have you both here today. I hope you choose us for your wedding cake. Have a nice day, Y/N and Felix.”

You both said your goodbyes and left the bakery together, Felix hand still on your back. Cheekily, he slipped his hand right into yours when you made your way back to your home and to his car. You squeezed Felix hand and could feel a slight warm feeling in your cheeks again.

“Say, when did you want to tell me that you are Chef Lee?”

#man i still love this fic so much...#i love rereading it #haaaaaaaaaaaaa #felix x y/n #caseiloveu

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five-star-reader · 1 year ago

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Upcoming Feelbokkie Long Term Projects

Feelbokkie's SMAUs and Written Fics M.list

Not opening up the tag lists for any of these yet*

*Love in Focus and Sorry, I Love You tag lists are already full

in alphabetical order, not upload order

All In

Sequel to Love Risk

More written with some Social Media AU elements

pairing: idol!Hyunjin x fem idol!reader

Breakdown

Written

pairing: Seungmin x fem reader; Jisung x fem reader

L♡VE IN F♡CUS

Social Media AU

PAIRING: idol!Changbin x fem concert photographer/journalist!reader

Lucky Again

(formally 缘分 (yuánfèn) (Destined))

Sequel to Ephemeral Love

More written with some Social Media AU elements

pairing: Seungmin x fem reader; Jisung x fem reader; Seungmin x fem original character

Sorry, I Love You

Social Media AU

pairing: Jeongin x fem reader

Straight on 'til Mourning

Written

pairing: Peter Chan and the lost boys & fem reader (platonic)

#HAHEHSUSHSKQBEOWKDBWIW JFC I CANT WAIT #I NEED TO STOCK UP ON TISSUES LADS BECAUSE THIS WILL BE OCEAN OF TEARS #master of angst #☆

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five-star-reader · 1 year ago

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sharing a bed ; seungmin ; sequel

masterlist.

original one-shot.

pairing: kim seungmin/reader content info: sexual content. enemies2lovers. sequel to sharing a bed one-shot linked above. morning afters. running from feelings. making reader jealous. confrontation with a creep and light violence. sexual content includes blow-jobs, hand jobs, strap-on blowjobs, 69ing, rimming, pegging, light choking. some brat seungmin and sort of brat tamer reader (kinda just likes the brat lol). word count: 7k.

Kim Seungmin, the perpetual thorn in your side and ache in your head, is torturing you.

Not the fun kind of torture, either. You had your fill of that two nights ago when a silly scheme resulted in a horny happenstance and you let yourself get carried away. Your careful control not only slipped, but fell right into the hands of someone you once disliked.

It left you befuddled in the light of the day, when you woke to Seungmin curled around you, his cheek pressing into your bicep and his leg hooked around yours. Not to mention his morning wood digging into your hip. It surfaced memories of the pretty and unexpected piercing you found there, how your idea of this guy was so so wrong. And it made you wonder what else you were wrong about, and all the ways this burgeoning something could go wrong in turn. Your thoughts spiralled.

You were no longer handcuffed, so you slipped out of bed and walked right out the front door. You hoped a walk through the brisk winter morning would help clear your mind. It did, but only momentarily. When you got back to the vacation house and ran into Seungmin, you fumbled. Badly. You meant to be pragmatic but came across dismissive. Something about how last night was the only night. Something about how you were bad at commitments. Something about being better off friends.

Seungmin was silent the whole time, letting you ramble like an idiot. Then his eyes narrowed and he laughed. It was an airy, unpleasant, and derisive sound.

“Trust me,” he said. “We will never be friends.”

“Well, fine,” you said, bristling despite the fact you were the one rejecting him. What did you care if he hated you again? You didn’t. You shouldn’t. “Good.”

It was not good. Saying it left a sour taste in your mouth and a pit in your stomach.

And despite it all, your stupid horny hindbrain did not relent, purring like a kitten when Seungmin gave you a judgemental once-over and scoffed. You could not help but remember the very different noises he made last night, again and again, in your hands and mouth, from your actions and words.

You will never look at him the same way again. You have no idea how to move forward, but you know you can never go back. Pretending nothing happened will not work for once.

It freaks you out. You are usually good at shucking attachments. His cold acceptance should not have hurt. What did you care? This vacation would end and you would go back to your own lives, right? So you let Seungmin shove past you. He ignored you for the rest of the day. When he started an argument later, causing everyone else to groan, you replied like always, but it was half-hearted at best.

Oh god, you think now, rubbing the bridge of your nose, I can’t start thinking with my damn heart.

Emotional attachments and long-term romantic liaisons never turn out well. You cut a dashing figure but your many flaws eventually find their way to the surface. It is not worth the inevitable heartbreak when someone sees under the charming mask to the real you.

Rather than suffer later, you are suffering now, brooding over a beer while doing your damnest to not look across the bar. You know you will not like what you see.

You and your friends only have a couple more nights at the vacation lodge, so you all went down to the nearby resort to drink and dance and enjoy a fun night out.

You are not having any fun, of course. You are sitting on a bar stool, all alone at the counter, in your signature leather jacket as you hunch over your drink and glare at nothing in particular.

Seungmin, on the other hand, is suddenly a dazzling socializer rather than an obnoxious stuck-up jerk like he used to be. You expected him to sit in a corner, making snarky remarks all night, but instead he has been moving from person to person, flirting with anything that breathes.

He is also wearing an obscene pair of jeans. No one else in the friend group seemed to notice, not a single eye so much as twitching in his direction, but you noticed. Oh, yeah, you fucking noticed. The second he came bounding the stairs, swinging on a stupid baggy letterman jacket like the twerpy little prep he is. His dark hair neatly combed, bangs swept off his forehead, brightening his gaze.

The jeans. The stupid fucking jeans. Straight-cut denim that has absolutely no business cupping his ass the way it does. And why does he have such a nice ass anyway? It also has no business looking that way.

Kim Seungmin. What a nightmare.

You take a swig of beer and glare at the wall. You tell yourself not to look at him. He is probably leaning over some equally prissy knob and offering to buy them a glass of milk or whatever people like them drink.

So, no. You will not give him the satisfaction. It is no coincidence that in all the time you have known him, Seungmin has never been flirtatious or promiscuous, but the second you turn him down he is slobbering all over anything that moves.

You will not let him get to you. You will not look at him. You will not react.

Except he is already getting to you. So you look over. You react.

“For fuck’s sake,” you grumble, abandoning your beer and stomping down from your stool.

Seungmin is huddled in a booth with some colossal bitch of a man. You recognize him from the other night, remembering how much time he spent harassing the bar staff. Seungmin doesn’t know that. He might be your enemy – or whatever – but you are not gonna leave the guy with that kind of jerk. And you are not secretly thrilled that you are justified in storming over there, drawing up to the table with all the aggression that has been building inside you.

You slap a hand on the table, bringing their attention to you. Seungmin gives you a once-over, then smiles that stupid smile of his, all boxy and puppyish, like you are the funniest punchline to the funniest joke in the world. There was a time you used to fantasize about swiping that smile off his mouth. You are still thinking about occupying his mouth, just not like that.

“Move along,” you say to the creep.

“Excuse me?”

He is already drunk. You can smell it as much as see it. Seungmin is looking very smug and you start to feel like he picked this guy on purpose.

Seungmin drives you crazy, he really does. One second he is all good boy, the next he is purposefully throwing himself at a creep just to get a rise out of you. You feel like he would take a running leap off the mountainside if he was inclined to a prove a point to someone. He is fearless and ridiculous and you want to hate him. You want him to be the boring two-dimensional snob you thought he was. You have no idea what to do with the complicated man in front of you.

That’s a lie, you think, meeting his gaze. You know exactly what to do with him.

You swear his eyes are twinkling. He slouches back comfortably, arms crossed.

“I told you once,” you say, tearing your gaze from him to look at the creep. “Now move along.”

“Try me.”

The guy was only bothering women and seems uninterested in Seungmin so you suspect he just wants to piss you off, but then he puts a hand on him anyway, grabbing Seungmin by the arm so suddenly that it surprises him.

Before Seungmin can shake him off, you snatch the guy by his wrist and twist. He yelps, struggling to wrestle his arm back from your iron grip. You slam him against the back of the booth.

“Touch him again,” you say, “and I will break your hand. You wanna try me?”

He opens his mouth, no doubt to spew some smelly rejoinder, but you don’t stick around for it. You grab Seungmin by the elbow and yank him out of the booth. You drag him away.

“Excuse me,” Seungmin says, not politely, ripping his arm back. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I think I’m saving your dumb ass from getting felt up by every creep on this mountain.”

“Meh-meh-meh,” he mocks, dodging when you reach for him again. “I’m having fun. I don’t need you to do anything. It’s not like you’d really care if something happened to me. Bad,” he smirks, “or good.”

He knows he has you cornered. You might have the physicality over him, but he is holding this entire scene in his hands. You can only rub your jaw and shake your head, trying and failing to remember how to act indifferent.

He has the tiniest drop of cream on his upper lip, leftover from the sugary abomination someone bought him.

You say nothing in reply to his deliberate antagonizing. You plant one hand on your hip and reach for him with the other. When he tries to dodge, you grab him by the shoulder, firmly putting him in place. He does not move the second time, standing still while you wipe a thumb across the sugary residual.

Then you push at his bottom lip, press down, flicking your thumb so it bounces back. His stare is unwavering. He is not the blushing type, but he noticeably swallows.

“Come on,” you say, zipping up your jacket. “We’re leaving. Now.”

“What if I don’t want to?” he asks.

You grab the back of his neck and drag him right up against you.

“I didn’t ask,” you say.

“Friends don’t get to make demands, dumbass,” he says, sneering the word friends. He does not wriggle away, but he does not fully surrender either. He meets your stare head-on, unmoving and unintimidated.

He is going to make you say it. He is not going to let you act sexy and charm your way out of it. He is going to stand in this bar with your hand uselessly holding his neck until you do.

“Fine,” you say. You exhale. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I said all that dumb shit. I’m a moron.”

“Yes,” he says. “You are.”

“I didn’t think it would matter that much anyway.”

“Because you aren’t the romantic type,” he says dryly.

“Because I didn’t think you’d care,” you admit. “You don’t like me and we don’t get along anyway. I just—” You finally drop your hand, waving at nothing and looking away. You can feel him glaring at you. “Look, I suck, I get it. Believe me, I know all the ways I suck. I figured I’d spare us the mess when you figured that out so I just walked away while it was still good.”

“You’re an even bigger idiot than I thought,” he says. He is still frowning at you. “I already know how much you suck. It was the first thing I noticed, you arrogant, womanizing ass.”

“Hey now…”

“You’re vulgar and loud and, for someone without a dick, you think with it constantly.”

“I… don’t…” You do.

“And for some reason even though you are the biggest idiot and the worst person I have ever met,” he says, still glaring, “I still like something about you. Because even though you’re determined to not let anyone see your good side, unfortunately you have one. Even though it’s buried so deep you have to walk into hell to find it.”

It did not really occur to you that Seungmin has already seen your worst qualities. Because you did not get along, you never felt a need to hide those attributes. Inadvertently, you have been more open and honest with this annoyingly handsome brat than anyone else you have ever known.

You cannot help the smile tugging at your lips. Seungmin rolls his eyes.

“You’re hopeless,” he says, shaking his head as he shoves past you. “Take me home, idiot, before I come to my senses.”

You turn to follow him, only to get bopped on the nose when he shoves a pointed finger in your face.

“If you even think about acting like a moron in the morning,” he says, “I will kill you and make it look like an accident.”

You draw a cross over your heart and nod. He huffs in aggravation, turning on his heel and stomping outside.

“You’re the worst,” he says. He swings open the door and stomps into the snowy night, seemingly unbothered by the fluffy bits of snow swirling around his face. He just swings up his hood and marches through the downy white carpet. “You better make this worth my while,” he says.

Your eyes are on his ass in those jeans, thinking about how you very much will be making it worth his while. You look up when he keeps grumbling to himself, a marked sign he is maybe more nervous than he is letting on. You remember his stubbornness before his eventual acquiescence, the way he hid his face at his most vulnerable moments.

You might be in the habit of ducking out the door, but he deflects just as much with his wit.

You hurry your pace, catching up to him. He is still muttering to himself, head down, a soft layer of snow dusting his jacket and hood. It must be all over your head but you hardly feel the cold. Your mind is on warmth, that stupid heart of yours suddenly flooded with it.

You want this to be good for him, even if he would never outright ask for you to be kind. It is all the more reason to make sure you are. You really were such an idiot.

Your grip is firm but not rough, hand curling protectively over his shoulder. This touch invites more than demands.

He stops in place, looking at you with a wary glare. It disappears when you swoop in. His hood falls as you tug him close. He goes without protest, lips parting under yours with a claiming so heated that the cold does not stand a chance against you.

You try to keep it romantic, a rare act of restraint on your part, but the supposed good boy drags the zipper of your coat down, down, down, then grabs your belt and tugs. You stumble, uncharacteristically shaky, gasping against his lips when he grinds his knuckles against the zip of your jeans.

“Tsk,” he says, lips still brushing yours. “Not prepared.”

“I was planning on sitting around feeling sorry for myself,” you say, with a helpless laugh despite his teasing. You grab his wandering hand, leading it away from your crotch. You are eternally grateful your dick is the kind you can leave in your sock drawer, because resisting him right now would have been impossible otherwise.

“Trust me,” you say. “I’ll make up for it.”

“Fine,” he says. “I will. You better not let me down.” He looks at you when he says this, as close to imploring as Seungmin ever does.

You feel the weight of that trust. You nod, swallowing, looking at his lips, full and pink from the hard press of your kiss. You lean in for more when he abruptly zips your coat again, all the way up to your chin so he smacks your jaw.

“Come on then,” he says with that mean little laugh as he scampers away, grinning at you. “Are you gonna prove it or not?”

It is a short drive back to the cabin, and a torturous one to boot. Not because Seungmin touches you, but because he doesn’t, and he won’t let you touch him either. You try to put a hand on his knee but every attempt is rebuffed. All you get is that cheeky grin or a glare, then a mere flick of his wrist as he brushes you away like lint.

Somehow it is more maddening than a direct touch. You can feel him everywhere just by his proximity. He even jumps out of the car before you unbuckle your seatbelt. He is inside the cabin before you reach the door.

You are panting from the sprint up the driveway, trying to keep up, not entirely convinced he won’t play you for a sucker and run right out the back door. It would be like Seungmin to make you chase him up the mountainside. You wouldn’t blame him for making you prove yourself, considering what an ass you were.

But he is waiting inside the cabin. Everyone else is out for the night and should be gone for hours. When you close the door, sealing out the cold and the world, this cabin feels flush with more heat than you know what to do with.

You do not hesitate. The tantalizing promise of more is like a touch on its own, heightened by his stubborn refusal to give you anything easily. It makes catching him that much more satisfying, that soft sound all the sweeter when you pull him into your arms and finally steal that kiss.

His skin is cool from the weather but his mouth is warm, the kiss searing hot. He digs his blunt nails into the arms of your jacket, pressing the whole length of his hard body against yours.

You remember his unexpectedly tender places, how just a faint stroke behind his ear will have him curling into you, how looping some hair around your fingers and tugging will deepen the rumbling sound that spills past his lips.

You unzip his coat while kissing, licking into him while he scrambles to help strip. The coat hits the floor in a damp heap. You separate for just a moment, giving him the chance to tug his hoodie up and off. You toss your own jacket over the nearby couch, then hook your fingers into his belt loops and pull him close.

His hair is in an endearing state of dishevelment and he looks flushed from the rush of warmth after the chill. Just looking at him like this has you throbbing. You try to imagine telling the old you that you would feel that way, that the annoying friend-of-a-friend who mutually hated your guts would be looking at you like he wants to devour you and let you return the favour.

You can’t imagine believing it. Now it feels completely natural, letting him walk you backwards until your back hits the wall and his chest is pressed to yours, rising and falling with the quickness of his breath.

He is looking aside, contemplatively. You cup his jaw and draw him back to you, unable to resist a breathless laugh when he nips at your fingers. You do not shy away or let go, and that seems to placate him. He practically melts against you, your hand curving around the shape of his cheek, lowering to curl gently around the side of his neck.

“We should go upstairs,” you say. The stairs are right beside you, but somehow the bedroom seems too far.

Impossibly, ridiculously far, when Seungmin flicks some hair out of his eyes and looks at you intensely.

“Don’t you want me on my knees?” he asks.

Your response is not a real word, just a rough sound. He smirks, but is still flushed and a little shaky as he sinks onto his knees. He gets your belt open, tugs it free, and tosses it to the side. The sight of him licking his lips has you seeing stars before he even leans in.

You brush some of his hair back, looking down at his face as he focusses on unzipping your jeans. He has the fly down when you catch your breath and your senses.

You gather the hair at his nape in your fist and tug, firm and sharp. His mouth falls open and his breath stutters, eyes so dark and lips so wet and plush that you are tempted to drive his face right between your legs, where is obviously offering to be.

But that’s not how you want to do this, not yet. You move from his hair to his neck, wrapping your hand around his throat and watching his eyelashes flutter with surprise. There is always a breath of panic in that surprise, adrenaline fueling the flood of desire that follows. He is visibly hard, straining in those sinful jeans, breathing harder as you none-too-nicely push him down onto the stairs.

“What are you doing,” he says, though it sounds like less like a question than acceptance. Continue, waving his hand like a prince on silk sheets even though he is sprawled on his back on the staircase.

“Making it worth your while,” you say. He is not wearing a belt because these jeans are made for his body, snug and perfect and fitted everywhere, so it is just a matter of unbuttoning—

Oof.

He plants his foot on your chest like last time, pushing you back. He blinks innocently.

“Shoes first,” he says.

You smile, though it less playful than predatory, a promise in the flash of your teeth. You nonetheless obey his silly whim as you tug off one shoe than the other. It leaves a damp patch on your shirt which he remarks on. You roll your eyes but tug your shirt off, sports bra following.

The second time you push him down, you are even less nice. You gather his hands in yours and pin them above his head, holding him there when he squirms ineffectively.

“You’re kind of a brat,” you say, yanking his zipper down. “Anyone ever tell you that?”

“You,” he says, panting around the word. “Jerk.”

You laugh, then cover his mouth with yours, swallowing the moan that takes him by surprise. His hips buck towards you when you reach into those jeans to take him in hand. He wriggles in your hold, arms straining while his hips lift toward you for more, following the snapping rhythm of your hand. You trace the dick piercings that caught you by surprise last time, the metal smooth under your rolling thumb.

You only release him when you duck down, tasting for yourself, relishing in the sounds that spill out of him. He claws at your bare shoulder, spreading his legs to make room for you to lay between them. His head falls back, resting on the step above while you work him in your mouth.

“I’m—I’m—” His voice gets lighter, breathier, his orgasm hitting him all at once. He throws an arm over his face instinctively, head thrown back, hips lifting. It catches you by surprise, making you choke just a bit, but he is already coming so you ride it out.

He is still twitching when he finishes, gasping behind his arm when you roll a thumb around his piercing again. When he hisses, knees jerking, you let go.

Knowing him better than you ever thought you would, you move, stretching out alongside him. You tug him into your arms and he goes without hesitation, burying his face in your neck. You snake a hand under his shirt, stroking his back affectionately.

Once more, you are genuinely endeavouring to be sweet.

Once more, he shoves his hand down your pants.

“Hello—” It is all you manage before he is touching you, finding all that wet desire and rubbing a little haphazardly. It makes you laugh and you grab his wrist, slowing him down. “Easy,” you say, showing him a better pace. “Just like that is good.”

He learns quickly. It was the same last time. Every idea you introduced, he contemplated, experimented, then excelled. With just a nudge now, he skillfully obliges. He is breathing hard against your throat, pressed so close to your whole body, his fingers finding all your secrets and working them out. You slide a hand down his backside, squeezing a handful of his ass. The sound he makes has you coming faster than usual.

He puts his hand on your thigh, then lifts his head and grins at you.

“I’m still winning,” he says.

“It’s still not a contest,” you reply, quirking an eyebrow.

“It is,” he says. “And I’m winning.”

“I see.”

You scoop him into your arms and cart him up the stairs. He situates himself by the time you reach the bedroom, legs around your waist and arms around your shoulder.

“Still winning?” you ask.

“Obviously,” he replies.

You shake your head and sigh but with no real animosity, just like his smirk is more playful than vicious. You still whole-heartedly believe he is capable of catching you off guard, so you are prepared for the brat switch to flip at the slightest provocation.

You drop him onto the bed with a gentle thump, then cross your arms and look down at him.

“Can I leave you unsupervised for two minutes while I get my dick?” you ask.

“I don’t know,” he says, blinking innocently. “Can you?”

“Probably not,” you say, but retreat nonetheless. Your equipment is in your travel bag. You left it behind when you went to the bar because you were not in the mood for a hook-up, which should have been the first sign you were hopeless. You were already in waters far too deep when you tried reaching for that shitty life preserver. Learning to swim is not easy but infinitely more rewarding.

You change into packing boxers and tuck your toy into it, buttoning up the pocket. You grab some lube and a towel, then walk back to his bedroom, certain that he has somehow caused trouble in the five minutes it took to do all that.

He’d naked. Of course he is. Sitting where you left him, perched on the edge of the bed, but his clothes are folded in a pile on the dresser and he has nothing but a bedsheet pulled over his lap. He is not wearing his usual cheeky expression, though, and you are about to ask if something is wrong. Then he says, “I’ve never done this before.”

“Oh,” you say. “That’s fine.” It is the unthinking response, automatic as the admission is not too surprising. You live in a world where strap-ons and gender games are the norm, so sometimes you forget that most people consider it inherently kinky or an anomaly. A lot of men are new to it. Seungmin didn’t even know what was packing was when you first mentioned it.

But then he says, “Any of it.”

And you say, “Huh?”

“I’ve never done,” he says slowly, “any of this.”

“Any.”

It takes a long minute to compute. You think about his clumsy touches and experiments followed by his quick learning. Unabashed and unjudgmental regardless of what he encountered. Testing and figuring himself out just as much as you.

“Oh,” you say. Then, “Oh. Fucking shit. I’m such an asshole.”

Because that was his first time doing anything with someone, and you just walked out the door without a word the next morning.

He does not look upset about it anymore. In fact, he laughs, though he tries to hold it back. It turns into a snort he barely catches, amused eyes gazing up at you.

“Yeah,” he says. “You are. We already knew that.”

“I really, I just—”

“Can you shut up and come take my virginity before I get beatified for involuntary chastity?”

“But you’re so fucking hot,” you blurt.

It is obviously not the retort he anticipated, because he blushes profusely, which is not the response you expected.

He clears his throat and looks away, rolling his eyes to compensate for the obvious vulnerability.

“Thanks,” he says. “Stating the obvious. I’m also picky. And apparently I scare people.”

“Scare them?” you ask, quirking an eyebrow. “Who’d be scared of you?”

“Evidently not you,” he says. His tone is snarky but he looks at you, up and down, and the look is a thoughtful one. “Not ever.”

Agh. There’s that heart again, pounding away. Who knew that thing could race so fast.

“Well,” you say, finally putting the bottle and towel on the bedside table. “That is their loss. Not everyone is built for chasing luxury, I guess.”

“Luxury,” he says with another snort, grinning despite himself. “I’m high-end,” he says it like a fact, not a question.

“Naturally,” you say, approaching where he is sitting.

“I’m going to be honest,” he says, eyes wandering your body before landing on your face. “I thought you were going to be weird and egotistical about being with a virgin.”

It suddenly pings in your head that you are his first, that there is a certain responsibility that comes with that. That the wrong person could make this terrible for him. That you want to make sure it feels better than anything he could dream. These thoughts are completely and truly unselfish.

And there is one admittedly egotistical and selfish thought, of making him irrevocably yours with one really good fuck.

He glares when he sees the look on your face, his lips pursed, though a breath of a laugh escapes nonetheless.

“Wow!” he says. “You’re a pig, go away.”

“No, no, I’m not, I swear!” you say, laughing.

He laughs too but shakes his head, pushing you away when you reach for him. “No way,” he says. “You and your ego. Gross.”

“Please, I promise,” you say, getting on your knees and lacing your hands together like a praying supplicant. “I’ll be so normal,” you say. “I have no ego at all.”

“You’re the worst,” he says dryly.

“Yeah, but…” You wiggle your eyebrows at him. “You kinda like me anyway, right?”

It is a more vulnerable question than you thought it would be. It prompts him to look at you, really look at you, before he huffs and rolls his eyes.

“Unfortunately,” he says.

You giggle and he swats your head.

“Are we just going to sit here all night and look at each other?” he asks, crossing his arms.

“No, no, of course not,” you say. You get back on your feet, standing bedside so you are looming over him.

“What are we doing then?” he asks.

“Well, you know what we’re doing,” you say, laughing when he rolls his eyes and huffs again.

You reach out, cupping his face in both your hands and guiding him to look up at you. Your heartbeat hammers away not only in your chest but everywhere else, a rapid current of heat that thunders most prominently between your legs as shiny dark eyes gaze up at you amorously from such a suggestive vantage.

“First, before anything else, this.” You speak in a lower voice, watching his spine straighten as the sound. You run your thumb across his bottom lip like you did earlier, except this time it is a bruised pink from kissing. It really makes you feel like that extra weight in your boxers is coming to life, connected to you intimately, ready and wanting as you are. Especially when you tug on that bottom lip, when he leans towards your hand like he needs it, needs you.

“Now,” you say. “Now I want you on your knees.”

There is a sharp intake of breath before he nods, subtly, then shifts. The sheets falls away from his lap, revealing he is already half-hard again. There are goosebumps along his skin, from his nudity and the chill or just anticipation.

Last time, he needed almost no direction. He followed his own instinct, logically deducing that the part of the toy you could feel was the part at the base, closest to your body. He uses his usual deductions when unbuttoning your boxers, taking a second to first press the base of the toy against you before leaning back and opening his mouth.

It is not easy to come like this, but you are so worked up that it might happen. It does not matter if you do. It is not always about chasing the perfect orgasm. This time, it is touch and sensuality. He lets you teach him, rather than stampeding like last time. You wonder if his heart is pounding given how red the tips of his ears are, blood rushing everywhere in a hurry. You hold his face and slide back and forth, taking your time getting wet, both yourself and the toy, pushing him a little further each time.

When his mouth is full and he blinks slowly, contently, every bratty remark and combative tone far from his mind, you smile and tug his hair. He moans and you push a little more, gliding back and forward again.

“You’re a fast learner,” you say. “Bet you could get used to this.”

It is a testing tease, to great success if the returned moan is anything to go by. He squeezes his eyes shut and starts touching himself, finally moving his head instead of letting you guide him. Before he gets too lost in the rhythm, you ease him back. You smile and rub your thumb across his shiny lips as he blinks up at you.

“Come here,” you say, and kiss him.

He falls into the kiss, arms wrapping around you as you lay down with him. He is eager in the searching heat of the kiss, long and deep and hungry. You get on your back and pull him on top of you, give him one more drawn-out kiss with a filthy wet lick into his mouth, then smile.

“Turn around,” you say. “Keep going.”

It takes him a second to work out what you mean, but he really is a fast learner. Soon he is laying on top of you, face where it was before, mouth wrapping around the end of your dick and his fingers searching beneath it to stroke you directly.

You snatch the lube off the table and wet your fingers then him, taking it slow and easy, using your mouth and spit then more lube until everything is slippery and he gives in so easily into you. He is breathing hard down between your legs, resting his cheek on your thigh and no longer using his mouth on you. His eyes are closed and his hips are rocking, focussed on the sensations that you are certain are overwhelming him.

You move him around, at which point he comes to attention, looking back at you. This is the quietest he has ever been, all the action in his heart as you expected; you can feel it racing when you touch his chest.

You lay him down in front of you, sidling up behind him. You lay a hand on the wildly fluttering race of his pulse, throat cupped in your palm. You turn his face to kiss him, your wet hand stroking your wet dick. You probably should have thrown that towel down before getting started. The sheets are a mess already.

“Ugh, hurry up,” he says, reaching back to smack your thigh. “You’re the worst. I hate you.”

You laugh. Oh well. No time to worry about bedsheets. You give his throat a gentle squeeze and smile at the noise he makes, strained and needy, his hips rearing back into you.

“What?” you ask, sliding the toy down his backside. “You want something?”

“I will bury you in the mountain pass,” he says. “They’ll think it was a skiing accident. And that you got mauled by a bear. And eaten by wolves. And—”

To be honest, having him distracted and rambling is for the best. It means he is more relaxed, not so focussed when you finally start pushing in. Of course, he feels it pretty fast, and instinctively rebels. You stop clutching his throat and hold an arm across his chest instead, holding him protectively and kissing that sweet spot behind his ear. His groaning turns into a whine.

“Okay?” you ask.

“Gonna kill you,” he says.

“That a yes?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you.” You hook a hand under his leg and pull it up, giving yourself leverage, then fuck into him completely. His whine turns to a sharp yelp, hand scrabbling against the arm on his chest. You let him catch his breath and adjust. “Still okay?”

“It’s weird,” he says.

“Bad weird?”

“No,” he says. “It’s… it’s good. It’s just…” You move a little and his whole body clenches then loosens. He makes a strangled noise but softens in your arms, though his nails have dug a pretty picture into your skin. You are surprised he hasn’t drawn blood. “Ugh,” he says. “It’s so wet. I feel like a river rafting ride.”

“Not… what most people usually say… but okay…”

“I’m… not… most people.”

“No,” you say, kissing that spot again and finally moving your hips. “You’re not.”

You are not sure if his little sound of submission is in response to your actions or your words, but with it he seems to all at once open to you. You find a rhythm, holding his hand when his fingers search for yours on his chest. He ends up biting your arm, which you should have seen coming, but it’s fine because you leave a visible bite mark on his neck in return.

At that he gets into it, meeting the pace you set, altering it to what he wants. It is a good thing the house is empty because you are not quiet at all. If your fooling around was enough to send an aggravated Minho storming after you, then this probably would have led to him burning the cabin down.

The thought makes you snicker, which makes Seungmin ask what is so funny, so you tell him then he laughs too.

“Ugh, stop making me laugh,” he says.

“You can laugh while making love,” you say, kissing his neck. “It’s okay.”

That does not make him laugh but it does make him sigh. “Making love, huh,” he says dryly. “That doesn’t sound like you.”

“It didn’t,” you say, finding another sweet spot that has his whole body rearing into yours. “I guess I’m a fast learner too.”

“Ew, you’re so annoying,” he says, but squeezes your fingers in his hand.

“I think you’re not getting fucked right if you’re still this bratty,” you say playfully, prompting him to roll his eyes.

“What are you gonna do about it? Make love at me? Sap.”

You laugh, kiss his neck, then move away to roll him onto his back. He wriggles a bit, surprised with the change and sudden emptiness. His legs part easily when you move between them, but you still snap, “Spread. Good.” Because it makes him swallow hard, his dark eyes sparkling and his mouth bruised, hair mussed and body flushed. He is already a fucked out sight, but he wants more, and you give it.

You snap your hips together and fuck into him. This time you do hold his throat, gently, not repressing air but showing control. He holds your forearm with both hands, his face scrunching up, eyes closed as he focusses in that intense way of his. He breathes hard, makes sweet sounds, and not a single antagonistic or bratty word leaves his pretty mouth.

“I think I’m finally winning,” you tease, to which he just makes a hiccupping sound of pleasure. “Yeah, that’s right.”

You hold his ridiculously pretty dick and give it the expert treatment it deserves. The combination of sensations has him throwing his head back, clawing your arm as you work him in your head. You cannot feel the end of the toy, but there is a magic in this kind of fucking, and when he comes and he clutches your arm and he screams your name, when the muscles in his abdomen clench and you know he is feeling sensation in every part of his body, you can feel him wrapped around you, wholly and completely, like you could feel him when he wasn’t even touching you at all.

He writhes almost desperately as you keep touching him until he can’t take it anymore, then you ease him down and pull back.

“Good?” you ask, sitting back, looking down at him, blissfully fucked out and dishevelled.

“Yes,” he murmurs. “I won. Again.”

“Gonna need to supply me with that rubric one of these days,” you say.

“Meh-meh-meh,” is the half-hearted retort, delving to a sleepy sigh.

“Gotta take care of yourself before you go to sleep,” you say, though you have a feeling it’s a losing battle, his eyelids already heavy.

“That’s what you’re for,” he grumbles.

That damn heart really does have a mind of its own. It has clearly decided to make its presence known whenever it damn well pleases.

You run your fingers through his messy hair, smiling when he blinks up at you.

You tidy him up then scoop him into your arms to carry him to your bed, because that one is not a filthy sex nest. He wakes a little on the journey. And when you lay down and pull a sheet up, he rolls towards you and throws an arm and a leg around you, pinning you to the bed.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you say. “I promise.”

“Good,” he says. “You’re too stupid to be out there on your own.”

You laugh in spite of yourself, shaking your head, but you put an arm around him and nod.

“You’re right,” you say.

“Of course I am.” He snuggles in close and sighs. “Now go the fuck to sleep. Your dick is in the sink so you have no excuse. Good night.”

“Good night,” you say with a laugh.

I think I won too, you almost say, but decide let him believe he is the only winner for now, because he is already falling asleep with his head on your shoulder.

You can tell him in the morning.

#darling I LOVE YOUR WRITING OMG #it is perfect 😭#i want a little subby seungmin so much 😭#seungmin x y/n #●

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HOLY SHIT HOLD MY CUP I NEED TO SCREAM INTO THE VOID

So many good things coming!!!!! Cant wait for ALL OF THEM!!! ♡

Upcoming fics! I have some other ideas but these are the ones you can expect to read next. Watch this space! <3

#skz #darling #upcoming #☆

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five-star-reader · 1 year ago

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sleepy scenarios - stray kids

a/n: inspired by @hanjibug bc who doesn’t love snuggles and sleepy skz :’) also written to calm my delulu side bc I am in need of snuggles (although I’ve been single all my life BUT ANYWAYS- chris pls help a girl out)

synopsis: sweet, comforting and sleepy scenarios with the most handsome and cuddly cuties.

stray kids x reader

word count: 1745

please do not copy, translate or steal my works.

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⋆·˚ ༘ * bang chan ⋆·˚ ༘ *

most times you would fall asleep in his arms, but you weren’t home. you were at his second home, the infamous channie’s room. chan worked diligently, not noticing that you had stopped scrolling on your phone. your body goes lax, letting the phone slip from your grasp and onto the floor, scaring chan from his trance. he peers down to see your lips barely parted releasing whimpers. chan couldn’t help himself but to coo at you with your hands now folded up beneath your chin. chan lifts your chin up slightly just in case you get a cramp in your neck, moving his hands to your body going to cradle you closer to him. you stirred, chan watched closely as your eyebrows furrowed together for a short moment before they would relax. he goes to release his breath as you begin to tuck yourself into a tighter ball in his lap, turning your face into his neck. chan nearly melts into the chair, concluding that he would no longer work the rest of the night. the next morning when changbin and jisung came in to record for their tracks, they found you and chan curled up on the couch, snoring in harmony with chan holding you like there was no tomorrow.

⋆·˚ ༘ * lee minho ⋆·˚ ༘ *

when minho wasn’t working or at the dorms, he would be at his parents; technically, visiting his cats. oftentimes you would tag along after meeting him right outside work. today your shift was chaotic and quite stressful, leaving your energy gone. while minho helped his mother clean up after dinner, you shuffled away to his room with dori. with a filled belly and being worn out, the second you snuggled yourself under his blankets you were out. minho calls out your name entering the dark room. he smiles at the sight of you curled up in the bed he grew up in. minho shedded his hoodie, peeling back the blankets to scoot in next to you. he knew eventually you would move once feeling his heat; within minutes you subconsciously attached to minho’s body. he gave you the sweetest kiss on the crown of your head, fingers tangling in your locks, rubbing your head gently luring you into a deeper state of sleep. he definitely gives into his desires going poke at your cheeks a couple times getting you to inhale and exhale before he would stop pestering you. minho eventually fell asleep with his chest pressed up against your back with his face tucked into your shoulder.

⋆·˚ ༘ * seo changbin ⋆·˚ ༘ *

it had been three weeks since you’ve seen changbin; you deeply missed feeling his touch, presence but mostly his love. clutching one of his hoodies around your body tighter, tears threatened to spill out. gentle knocks pulled you out of your busy mind. scrambling to the door, you heaved it open with high hopes of your lover. changbin threw himself into your arms, lifting you up crying uncontrollably. he lets himself in, kicking his bag somewhere inside. he lifts you up more pressing his lips to yours. he wanders down the hallway to your bedroom. changbin undresses himself, itching to be beside you, holding you. while he was gone, you barely got any sleep, but being in his embrace you cried yourself to sleep within minutes of laying on his chest. changbin took in your appearance, continuously giving you kisses wherever he could. he softly tells you how much he loves you and everything that he saw that reminded him of you. tears still streamed down his face, feeling you hiding your face into his chest. changbin brings a hand to the back of your head, cradling it, his buff arms locking you in position, never letting go until late morning.

⋆·˚ ༘ * hwang hyunjin ⋆·˚ ༘ *

him being so intrigued with his sketchbook and pencil, he never noticed you nearly lose your page. hyunjin goes to show you what he was working on, asking if his shading was enough, but instead he got the response of your soft murmurs. he took the sight in, smirking at you failing to stay awake but also how you looked so at peace. your chin was tucked to your chest. nestled between three pillows a blanket was pulled up all the way to your chin, the book laying face down on your nose. chunks of hair escaped the bun you had lazily thrown into; nonetheless, hyunjin saw nothing but beauty. he carefully removed the book being sure to mark the page. he gently lifted your body onto his chest, hyunjin runs his finger down your spine. he delicately tucks your body in beside his not leaving any space. you shifted hiking a leg up over hyunjin’s stomach just above the waistband of his sweatpants. your arms roamed unknowingly, wrapping behind his neck bringing hyunjin’s face into your shoulder blade. hyunjin lets himself relax into your touch, releasing the breath he’d been holding. hyunjin’s hands trace your leg that was draped over him, he leaves a lingering kiss upon your shoulder before drifting off to sleep, knowing immediately that tomorrow morning he would draw you sleeping soundly.

⋆·˚ ༘ * han jisung ⋆·˚ ༘ *

you had forgotten to set your alarm the night before, luckily, you had a knight in shining armor. jisung was headed to the kitchen to grab a drink when he noticed the time. when jisung entered the bedroom, your body was sprawled all over the bed, limbs being wrapped in blankets as well as pillows thrown around; jisung wished he could take a picture. he kneels next to you, brushing your hair away from your face then going in to plant a kiss on your nose. jisung hums your name, giving a very poor attempt to wake you for work. you never budged, jisung then lifts up a small section of fhe blanket, tangling himself up with you. stirring just a bit, you nuzzled your nose against jisung’s cheek. jisung couldn’t contain his excitement, he allows his hand to trail up your bare thighs, up under his shirt that you ‘borrowed’, stopping right at your hips. jisung whispers sweet nothings stopping only for a couple moments when you whine, just moving slightly closer to him. somehow jisung lulls himself to sleep tracing shapes on to your skin, soothing himself into a steady rhythm leading him to dreamland, hoping that you visit him.

⋆·˚ ༘ * lee felix ⋆·˚ ༘ *

everything was perfect. from the view, to the yummy treats felix made, it was the best day. the sun had just set, just leaving the sky a deep hue of purple before it fades into black. with it being the very start of summer, means very warm nights with a slight cool breeze that was refreshing. felix was laying on his back with a hand behind his head, the other rubbed your shoulder. he hummed your name seeing that the stars began to shine. no reply caused him to gander over at you; fast asleep. your hair flows in the breeze tickling felix’s neck, your nose scrunching up once here and there as if you were deeply thinking. felix adjusts himself for you to use his arm as a pillow, treating you like you were the most delicate flower he’s ever held. felix brought a hand up to your cheek, feeling your skin, how warm it was, how he loved kissing it. he steadily ran his thumb over your pouting lips, soft, plump, so kissable. felix tilted his head attaching his lips to yours, he felt your lips turn to a gentle smile. as he pulled away, you were still fast asleep. felix rests his forehead on yours, admiring all your features that made you, you; and he was truly in love with every inch of you.

⋆·˚ ༘ * kim seungmin ⋆·˚ ༘ *

you texted seungmin, begging him to come to your dorm. next thing you know, he is entering your room with worried eyes. no words were exchanged as he slips himself in beside you, wiping your tears away. seungmin glues his arms around your curled up frame, running his knuckles so softly over your damp cheeks. your body began relaxing, melting into the outline of seungmin’s body. seungmin hummed, starting a soft melody before switching to sing a lullaby. after a while your breaths grow heavy and even, your grasp loosening very slightly around his torso. tiny snores escape into the room. seungmin quietly chuckles, noting the silly moment to relay on later. he tightens his grasp while nudging his nose into your temple smelling the sweet scent of your shampoo. his fingers danced over your collarbones that peeked through your shirt, trailing up your neck to your jaw. seungmin carefully examined your lips, so kissable and rouged; or how your eyelashes delicately rested on your pretty cheeks. seconds passed he finds himself leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, stopping your snores. seungmin gigged against your lips before bringing a hand up to your cheek, letting it rest as he drifted off to sleep.

⋆·˚ ༘ * yang jeongin ⋆·˚ ༘ *

the last thing you remember is tucking yourself into jeongin’s side, bringing your blanket up to your chin. he adjusts himself to let you put your back to his chest while you watch the movie. jeongin held the popcorn bowl out to you, after a couple seconds he never saw your fingers reaching into the bowl. he peers down to you seeing your chin touch your chest, leaning more towards the armrest of the couch. being the sweetheart he is, everything is turned off and snacks are out of the way, he returns to the couch to lay you down. however his plan was ruined when you had a death grip on his hoodie as he went to lay you down. he knew right then and there that he couldn’t leave you, so he slowly lowered himself down onto the couch making sure that you were lying comfortably on his chest. jeongin presses his lips slowly to your forehead repeatedly, watching your lips dance into a sleepy smile. he runs his thumbs on your thighs, feeling you fisting the fabric tighter. jeongin could only hold you closer, falling asleep quickly with the biggest smile on his face.

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#ot8 x y/n #♤

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괜찮아, 자기야 (it’s okay, darling)

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

genre: hurt/comfort, heavy angst (read warnings)

pov: 2nd person

description: Seungmin is the type of person who will let you come to him when you're hurting. But even then, he can't just not do anything while you suffer.

pairing: boyfriend!Seungmin x reader

warnings: mention of food, depiction of depression, slight depiction of an eating disorder

word count: 2,194

"Y/n...Y/n, wake up," Seungmin's soft and gentle voice pulls you back into the world of the conscious.

"Hm?" You hum, your eyes still closed.

"I'm hungry," He whispers, tapping on your shoulder.

You crack one eye open, staring at your boyfriend. You can barely see in him the dark of your room. You're not even sure what time it is. Seungmin had a busy schedule today so you weren't anticipating seeing him. And with your day off, you just stayed home and ended up taking a nap.

"You came all the way to my place to wake me up and tell me that you're hungry?" You croak.

"...Yes?" He hesitates, biting the tip of his tongue.

"You know where my kitchen is, go make something. Or have something delivered." You yawn as you pull your blanket over your face.

Cool air hits your face as your blanket is gently pulled down. Getting irritated, you whine as you sit up and turn on your lights. Both you and Seungmin flinch as your eyes adjust to the light. In the light, Seungmin can see how pale you've gotten and the dark circles under your eyes. He feels worse than he already does about waking you up. You can see it in the way his smile drops as your eyes meet.

"I already bought something," He whispers.

"Then why did you wake me up?" You snap.

Seungmin presses his lips together, thinking for a second. You didn't mean to snap at him. You know that and he knows that. So he doesn't take it to heart. He knows he's at fault for waking you up.

"Can you come sit with me while I eat?" He asks, biting his lower lip. He knows that there's a possibility you'll shut him down and go back to sleep.

"What?"

You heard him perfectly fine the first time. Part of you wonders if you're still asleep and this is all a dream. It's not abnormal for Seungmin to come into your apartment and eat or do other things like he lives there. You've always told him to make himself comfortable. You also know that Seungmin doesn't like eating alone. You've lost count of how many times you've received video calls from him only for him to sit there and eat and then hang up when he's done. Normally, however, if you're asleep or too busy to sit with him or answer the call, he'll leave you alone.

"Please?" He quietly pleads.

"Okay, fine." You mumble, climbing out of bed.

Here's what you don't know, Seungmin has noticed that your eating habits have changed. Not a first, but he slowly began to figure it out. He beats himself up for not noticing sooner. He's not sure why or how he didn't. Your hands feel smaller in his. The rings on your hands that he usually fidgets with were easier to spin around your fingers. Your face felt different in his hands when he cupped your face, slightly smaller. Your clothes, which were already too big in the first place, seemed to swallow you up. How he didn't pick up on those differences, he'll never know.

It wasn't the physical difference that tipped him off, it was your trash. Seungmin knows that you hate taking out your trash in your apartment complex. The trash is located on the other side of the complex and you have to pass by an apartment that makes you uncomfortable. So, whenever he's in town, he'll come over once a week to take out your trash for you. He started doing it on his own, sneaking into your apartment when you were at work and leaving a note on your fridge so you'd know. He knows how heavy your trash should be, as strange as it sounds. But after taking out your trash for you for years, he's grown accustomed to the feel of the bag in his hands. The bags have either been heavier or lighter than normal. It wasn't last week when he went to take out the trash and found the container for takeout he ordered for you sitting at the top, poorly hidden my napkins. That's when everything clicked for him. How you've gotten slower while eating. You were always faster than him but lately, it's almost like the roles reversed. And he also noticed how little food you ate before claiming that you were full. In his eyes, as your boyfriend, he should have realized sooner.

The two of you sit across from each other at your small dining table. Seungmin quietly fidgets in his seat. His food was already set in front of him. You know he wants to say something but doesn’t know how to say it.

“What?” You let out a deep sigh, beginning to get annoyed.

“I can’t eat if you’re not eating something too,” He speaks slowly, carefully choosing his words. Like it might set you off if he said the wrong thing.

“Since when?”

“Since always,”

“Seungmin—”

“Please? Just eat something with me and then we can both go take a nap together. I promise I’ll shut up.” He begs, his voice getting desperate.

“Okay, but only a little bit,” You mumble, caving in.

Seungmin quickly walks into the kitchen and almost immediately walks back out. Almost like he was ready for this. You shake your head, getting the accusation off of your mind as Seungmin sets the plate down in front of you.

You stare at the food as Seungmin makes his way back to his seat. Something about it makes you feel uncomfortable. A lump forms in your throat as you continue to stare. It's your favorite meal, but you want no part of it.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Seungmin watches you carefully, silently refusing to take a bite of his food until you take a bite of yours first. You take one, deep breath before picking up the fork and taking a bite of your food. Still keeping an eye on you, Seungmin finally takes a bite of his food.

"Is it good?" Seungmin asks. All you do is nod in response.

Seungmin has never been one for talking while eating. You're normally the one who starts conversations over meals. You don't like the quiet so small talk is what helps make meals less awkward. On days when Seungmin video chats when he's eating, you often make small talk if you aren't in a position it eat. You being silent right now feels strange to Seungmin.

"I got it by that little shop down the street. The one with the cat that hangs out in the front." Seungmin says quietly.

"Hm," You hum in response.

You know exactly which shop he's talking about. It's your favorite hole-in-the-wall in their neighborhood. And it's everyone else's favorite spot too. It's always so busy and the wait times for takeout are long. There are so many times when you and Seungmin would plan on going there for dinner or to order to-go but would end up changing your minds in favor of something quicker. Both of you are patient, but when you need to eat, you can be cranky. The fact that Seungmin probably waited in line for about an hour makes you feel a little bad.

"Do you want some more?" Seungmin asks when he sees that you cleared your plate.

"No thank you," You respond softly.

Seungmin quickly finishes his food and clears the table, despite your protest. Seungmin told you to go lie down since he woke you up. You quietly apologized and excused yourself before slowly making your way back to your room. You feel bad not helping him but you have no energy left to do so. Those few minutes with Seungmin seemed to have drained your energy.

Creak

Your eyes slowly open just as you feel the bed dip down. Seungmin freezes for a second, watching you. His bangs fall back in front of his face. If you had just a bit more energy in you, you would have fixed them for him.

"Sorry," He mumbles as he continues to make his over to you.

In a few seconds, he's climbed up next to you and under the blanket. His arms snake around you as he carefully pulls you into a hug. He slightly re-adjusts himself, the angle too awkward for both of you at first. You move off him, letting him get into a comfortable position. He's now slightly propped up against the headboard. He pulls you back onto him so that your head rests on his chest. Your legs lazily tangled up together. One of his hands rests on the small of your back while the other is on your head, softly massaging your scalp.

You're not sure if it's the warmth radiating from his body, the scent of his cologne coming from his hoodies, the sound of his heart beating his chest, the feeling of his fingers rubbing soft circles in your head, or your general mental health finally being at its tipping point, but something in you snaps. Before you can even ascertain why, tears trickle down your face.

You don't realize it at first. You didn't even feel the pinpricks at the back of your eyes like you normally would before you started crying. Your eyes are quite literally leaking, and you can't stop them. You turn to bury your head into Seungmin's chest, hoping that, that would stop the floodgates from bursting open. Your fingers grip the fabric of Seungmin's hoodie, your whole body shaking as you let out a choked sob. Seungmin's hold around you tightens.

"It's okay, jagiya. You can let it all out. I'm here now. I should have been here earlier, but I'm here now. Okay? And I'm not leaving." Seungmin says softly as he presses a long kiss to the top of your head.

Seungmin's hand that was resting on your back now drawing soothing circles. Not trying to calm you down, per say, but to let you know that it's okay. He doesn't try to shush you or try to get you to talk about whatever is making you feel like this. Instead, he just holds you and lets you cry it out.

You're not sure how long the two of you lay there. The whole time, Seungmin just quietly holds you, still rubbing soothing circles on your back. Your body is hot from a combination of the banklet, Seungmin's hold, and your body working overtime from crying. You finally pull away, your body empty of tears. Your swollen eyes land on Seungmin's hoodie, covered in your tears and snot.

"S-sorry about your hoodie," You stutter. If you had any tears left to cry, you would start crying again.

"I don't mind," He answers quickly.

Seungmin quietly gets up, leaving you alone in your room. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. Your eyes are swollen and slightly hurt when you blink. You can only imagine how red they are.

"Here," Seungmin hands you a glass of water before disappearing again.

By the time Seungmin gets back, you've finished the water. He takes the empty glass from you, setting it down on the bedside table, before sitting down in front of you. He gently places a finger under your chin, lifting your head until your eyes are level with his. He gently wipes your face with a warm, damp towel.

"I'm sorry," You whisper as Seungmin cleans your once tear-stained face.

"Don't be sorry," He hums. He finishes cleaning your face and places the towel next to the cup.

"But--I don't know what's wrong with me. I just...I'm sorry," Your head falls in your hands, embarrassed about your crying feast.

"Don't ever apologize for feeling your feelings. And--hey," Seungmin lowers his head so he can be in your field of vision. "Don't ever feel sorry for being vulnerable in front of me. Especially in front of me."

"I don't even know why I cried. Or why I'm...not me right now."

"That's okay. You don't have to know that right now. You can figure that out later. For now, if you need to lean on me or to cry some more or scream and shout or hit something, I'll be here."

"But--" Seungmin cups your face with both of his hands.

"I love you, okay? If you need me, I'm going to be there. Even if you don't, I'll be there. I just need you to know that you're not alone. You'll never be alone as long as I'm here."

That's one of the things you love about Seungmin. He never pushes you. He rather have you feel what you're feeling and then come to him when you're ready to talk. He never wants you to be alone so he situates himself as close to you as you'll allow just so you know he's there.

"I love you," You feel a tear roll down your cheek. Seungmin's thumb moves across your cheek, catching the tear.

"I love you too. Remember that, okay? Try not to forget that."

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