#Stray Kids fan fiction

[straylightdream]

I don't give a fuck about your friends - 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: lee minho x f.reader

friends to lovers

↳ Oh baby, take a look around I'm the only one that hasn't walked out, Im right here.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, smut warning below the cut.

𝐚𝐧: part of a series called ohmami of short one shots inspired by Chase Atlantic songs. This one was inspired by Right Here. If you would like to be tagged in all stories for this series or a specific boys please fill out this form.

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, soft dom minho, rougher passionate sex, creampie, size kink, dirty talk, minho calls the reader the name Pretty.

It’s been a rough night to say the least. A night out with your friends went wrong. A bunch of drunk girls in the club is never a good mix, followed by watching a so-called friend makeout with your ex who you thought at one point you were gonna marry him. The sight of them kissing was like a bucket of cold water being dumped on you. Tears well in your eyes as you rush off to the hallway near the bathrooms. You fight back crying as you call the only person you want to see at that moment.

Walking back to the table where a few friends were, you let them know you were heading out. The buzz you had has faded away as a feeling of sadness takes over. Walking outside the cold air catches you by surprise. Taking a deep breath you wrap your arms around your body trying to find some warmth. You stand outside alone for all of five minutes when you see the only person you want to see walking towards. He’s dressed in gray sweats with a hoodie underneath and coat over the top.

You practically jog towards him, wrapping your arms around him, throwing yourself into his chest. There is a moment of silence as you cling to him. His hand gently rubs your back making you feel warmer.

“Thank you for saving me.”

“That’s what friends are for,” he presses his lips to the top of your head.

Pulling away he takes off his coat and holds it out for you. You know he’ll probably be cold walking back to his car but there is no use in fighting him. Pulling his coat on you immediately notice his eyes are focused on you. He steps closer to you resting his hand on your cheek. Ever so slowly be wipes away the stray tear that had slid down your cheek.

“You’re too pretty to be sad,” his voice was calm and gentle.

Arriving at his car he helps you in the passenger side before shutting the door. The drive back to his apartment is quiet. You can feel him looking over at you every so often as you wipe away the stray tears that keep falling. He hasn’t really asked you what’s wrong but you know he will.

You arrive at his apartment he shares with Jisung and you notice right away there is no sign of his roommate. Without thinking the moment he shuts the door you lean forward to kiss him just like you always do. You’re caught off guard when he pulls away the moment your lips touch. The small feeling of rejection stings but you know it’s because he knows you’re upset.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” He seems frustrated. You can’t blame him though. Recently anytime something has gone wrong in your life you always call him. He never tells you he can’t come to your rescue. He always does and every time no matter if it’s day or night it always ends the same way with you naked and spread out underneath him. He normally doesn’t say anything when you throw yourself at him. Peeling away your clothes as you desperately cling to him trying to make yourself feel better.

“Mae was all over Hyunwoo at the club. I looked out on the dance floor and saw my friend making out with the guy that broke my heart.”

He doesn’t say anything, he just takes a deep breath and steps closer to you. Minho hated Hyunwoo and after you got your heart broken he hated your ex even more.

“She’s not your friend if she would do something that she knows would hurt you.” His hand rests on your side standing close to you.

“I’m probably just being sensitive,” you sigh, wiping away your tears. “I have that trip with them next weekend. I know she wouldn’t intentionally do something to hurt me.” You're an absolute fool and you know it. Mae and a bunch of the other girls are selfish and you know deep down inside you need to cut them off. Minho has told you over and over again he doesn’t like most of your friends in that group and you know why. He doesn’t say anything for a moment instead he moves away from your hand and gently rests his hand on your cheek. His thumb swipes away the tears that are staining your cheek.

“Come stay with me next weekend. I don’t think you should go on that trip.” From the moment Minho heard that you were supposed to have a girls weekend he was instantly against it. He thought most of the girls that you had started hanging out with since college were fake. After seeing one of them make out with the man that broke your heart led you to believe he might be right.

“They’ll be upset if I cancel on them,” you sigh.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“‘Min they’re my friends. It does matter.”

“I don’t give a fuck about your friends. I’m the one who is always right here. They don’t treat you right. If they were true friends they would have seen you were upset tonight and wouldn’t have let you leave crying.”

“Min,” his words catch you off guard.

“I’m being honest. I don’t give a fuck about your so called friends. I just want you to be happy and I think being with me instead of them would make you happy.”

Even though your head is telling you that you should go on this trip, you want to listen to your heart and stay with Minho.

“What happens if I stay here?”

“We’ll figure out whatever we are.” He pushes his figures through your hair tilting your head back. His face softens as your eyes lock.

“We’re not just friends?” You’re not dumb you know you’re more than friends. If you were just friends you wouldn’t throw yourself at him any chance you get. If he was just your friend you wouldn’t daydream about kissing him.

He pulls back from you shaking his head. “I don’t fuck my friends.” He starts walking away from you heading off to his room. You’re caught off guard by his bold statement but it lets you know he feels the same way you do. Without thinking anymore you follow him. Walking into his room you notice the light on in the bathroom connected to his room. You wait sitting on his bed for him to walk back in. Walking back into his bedroom he pulls off his shirt tossing it in the hamper by his closet. He strips down to his boxers. You silently sit there watching him. You should have known at some point or another things between you and Minho would come to a head. You couldn’t go on sleeping together without talking about how you really get.

“Are you going to skip that trip?” He finally breaks the silence.

“I want to know what it’s like to be more than friends with you.” This is your way of telling him you aren’t going on that trip.

“Stand up for me,” he says walking towards you. You listen to him standing at the foot of the bed. “Those girls aren’t good for you. They don’t care about your feelings and I don’t like that.”

“I know they don’t.” You get sad again thinking about how your night went.

“Strip down to your underwear please.” He doesn’t normally boss you around when you sleep together. He’s always had dominant energy about him, but when you have sex he always lets you do what you want. Every time you’ve slept together it’s been when you’re upset or want a form of stress release. You realize you’ve been selfish and never really asked Minho what he likes or what he wants.

Standing there in just your underwear you reach out resting your hand on his cheek, “what do you want from me?” You ask.

“Anything you’re willing to give me. I want every part of you.”

“Minho I mean what do you want if you don’t want to be just friends?”

His hand rests on your bare side pulling you close to him. You take a deep breath taking in his closeness. “Pretty, I want to be your everything. I want to make you happy and show you what it’s like to be loved.” Leaning in closer he rested his forehead against yours.

“I want you to be my everything.” You didn’t want to just be friends. You wanted so much more with him.

His lips crash against yours and he kisses you like he needs you to breathe. His hands grip your soft sides as your lips move together.

Pulling away you both removed the rest of your clothes. Laying on his bed completely bare he sits between your spread thighs as he rubs his hardened length through your folds.

“Min put it in,” you practically whine wanting him inside you.

A smirk tugs at his lips as slowly pushes his length into you earning a moan. He moves at a slow pace letting you adjust to his girth. The groan that passes his lips as he bottoms out is intoxicating. Your hands reach for his wanting to hold on to him. He thrust into you at a firm but steady place. The blissed out look on his face makes you weak.

“Pretty, you’re so tight. Is my cock too big for you?” He loves to make you feel small. You weren’t a tiny girl by any means but the way he talks about his size makes your head spin.

With one particularly hard thrust makes you practically scream his name. A soft laugh passes his lips as he thrust hard again causing your breast to bounce.

“Min-“ you moan.

“Do you like it when I’m rough?” You just silently nod your head, unable to fully respond. He grabs one of your legs, putting it over his shoulder before he continues his pace. His finger toys with your clit knowing just the right way to touch you to make you scream his name again.

He keeps his steady pace leaving you a panting mess. One of your hands grip the cotton sheets next to you while the other grasp your breast. Your thumb drags across your sensitive nipple adding to the overwhelming sensation taking over your body.

“Fuck you look good touching yourself while you’re taking my cock,” he groans. His dirty words come close to pushing you over the edge.

“I’m so clo- clo close.” He’s left you a stuttering mess.

“Does pretty want to come?”

“Fuck,” you whine nodding your head.

“Do it then,” he says, thrusting harder.

Pulling your leg off his shoulder he quickly changes his position so he is hovering right over you. He keeps his pace as he leaves a trail of open mouth kisses from your chest up to your lips. The moment your lips together you moan into his mouth as you fall apart. Your walls flutter around him as a white hot wave crashes over you. He thrust into you over and over again as you ride out your high.

His thrust gets sloppier as he chases his own release. He comes painting your walls white moaning your name. He stays plastered on top of you riding out his release. Ever so slowly he pulls himself away from you. He sits back on his hunches watching for a moment as his release drips out of you. Reaching over to his nightstand where he keeps a box of tissues he always wipes his release before laying on the bed next to you. You’re absolutely exhausted and feel like you’re on the verge of falling asleep.

“Pretty?” He says pulling your sleepy body close to his.

“Yeah?”

“I meant what I said. I’ve always been right here, and I don’t want to be just friends.”

You smile nuzzling close to him, “Minho we’re definitely more than friends, and I’m glad you’ve always been right here.”

His lips gently press to the top of your head before you fall asleep in his arms.

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[farfromsugafanfic]

Heyy!! Love your writing so much, and I wanted to request a skz getting reader flowers but reader is allergic to them. Lots of love<333

SKZ Reaction To Them Getting You Flowers, But You're Allergic

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Enjoy! Sorry it takes me a while to do requests, but I try to always get around to them as inspiration strikes.

Chan: This poor baby feels sooooo bad. As someone with allergies and similar problems, he blames himself for not thinking of it earlier. As soon as you sneeze he'll put it together and immediately take the flowers outside, even if you protest. Once he comes in, he'll change (or just take his shirt off) so that any pollen on his shirt doesn't further bother you. Wrapping you in his arms, he promises to get you something else. The next morning, you'd wake up to the flowers arranged prettily in a terrarium where you can enjoy them without an allergic reaction.

Minho:

A lesser known fact about Minho is that he's a very good and thoughtful gift giver. He's always bringing you little trinkets and snacks from abroad. So, it is not out of character for him to bring you flowers, but with spring in full swing, your allergies simply cannot handle flowers in the house. When you sneeze and have to leave the room, he doesn't immediately get it but follows you out of the room. When you tell him it's the flowers, his eyes soften significantly and he grabs the bouquet and is gone for around twenty minutes. This time he returned with some rose shaped chocolates and he gave the flowers to your elder neighbor.

Changbin:

Changbin didn't know that lilies were so infamous for how many people are allergic to them. He simply saw them when he passed a florist and had to stop to get them for you. They were beautiful and he just wanted you to have them. But, when your eyes start watering and become red, he looks between the lilies and you a few times before getting rid of the flowers as quickly as he could. Changbin would jokingly and cutely ask you to forgive him, which, of course, you do.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin made this mistake early in your relationship--before the two of you were even official. Therefore, it's become somewhat of an inside joke between the two of you. It was your third date and he'd come bearing a beautiful bouquet of flowers that he had helped arrange. Though, it only took a few minutes for your body to react and a flush to come over your skin and tears to stream down your cheeks involuntarily. Hyunjin panicked. Luckily, you both find the whole thing hilarious now and on every anniversary of your third date, Hyunjin paints you a flower bouquet.

Jisung:

Ngl, he might cry. Jisung hates to think that he caused you to have an allergic reaction, even if it was minor. Even if he didn't, he would not hesitate to throw the bouquet away and try to salvage the situation he thinks is a complete disaster. Some part of him is even convinced that you might break up with him over this. Of course, you know it was an honest mistake and even find it a bit cute. The two of you spend the rest of the night watching anime and cuddling.

Felix:

Felix had flowers delivered to your work none the wiser that you were allergic. When he comes to your place afterward, he sees the flowers placed in a vase on the table. But, he knows something is wrong when he sees your reddened nose and red eyes. When you tell him it's because of the flowers, he chastises you for bringing them in and carefully removes them, placing them on the balcony instead. Lightening the mood with a joke about how he's the only flower you need, he holds you the rest of the night.

Seungmin:

One of the ways Seungmin shows that he loves you is by buying you small gifts and leaving them somewhere he knows you'll find them. So, when you wake up one morning to flowers on your doorstep, you know they are from him. Your allergies were hit or miss, so you hoped you wouldn't react to them. Unfortunately, an hour later, you're sniffling and have a headache. He FaceTimes you not long later for your reaction and he's so horrified by your reaction that he finishes his work as quickly as he can to go be with you. Throwing out the flowers, he brings over a few sheets from his diary--dated from after your first date and the way he felt about you so immediately.

Jeongin:

Jeongin is excited as he approaches your place with flowers in hand. His was handpicked, having collected wildflowers and a few from a friend's garden. He knew that you would love the thoughtfulness of the present and he was right, beaming as he noticed your surprise and delight at how he assembled the bouquet himself. You didn't want to tell him about your hay fever and how some of the flowers he picked you were very allergic to because he was too sweet. Eventually, though, Jeongin noticed you wheezing and met your eyes to find them red and irritated. He feels bad when he finally gets the truth out of you and he will apologize, taking the flowers back with him. A few weeks later, he brings them back dried and pressed onto a framed canvas.

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MASTERLIST | SHOP

[minsungjinho]

Late Night Snack (hyung line)

genre: work friends to playmates word count: 8.1K warnings below the cut

warnings: explicit sexual content, protected sex, teasing, 4some, oral (m&f), doggy, missionary, alcohol use, cucking ig?, swallowing, slight body worship, aftercare, rough, also gentle, lmk if I missed any!

lazily proofread - fixed spelling errors.

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“Please don’t go, I can’t live without you by my side.” You said, bright lights and cameras in your face. 

“I can’t bare to go back to the apartment that will be empty of your presence, or go to the cafe where you won’t be there to wave at me from our table in the corner. I can’t even think about eating a meal that isn’t cooked by you, or sleeping in a bed that's missing the smell of your aftershave. I can’t survive without you anymore, please don’t leave.” You were on your knees at this point, sobbing at the man whose hand you held tight. 

He looked down at you, a blank expression just as the script states. While tears rolled down your cheeks he gently grabbed at your wrist and removed your hand from his. He let your arm drop and turned around without so much as a breath in response. He walked off of the scene, leaving you to break down as the camera zoomed in, your eyes puffy, your nose covered with snot.

“Cut!” The director yelled as assistants and managers ran over to you with face cloths and water, ready to aid you with anything you might need. “Great job today everybody, get some rest for tomorrow.” The producer added, all of the stage crew and cameramen scattered to their positions getting ready for the end-of-day clean-up.

A hand reaches down to you, offering to help you up off of your knees. You blindly accept, not realizing how numb your legs were until you were on your feet. You stumble a bit, the person in front of you helping you stabilize your movement. 

“Thanks,” You said with a smile, looking up at the person who anchored you. It was your costar, Chan, the supposed love of your life coming to your rescue.

“I’ve never seen anyone cry so prettily.” He fluffs some of the wrinkles out of your clothing that formed as you sat on the floor shooting the scene. 

You blush at what you assume is a compliment, bowing to him as you tell him how great he did during today's shoot. Your other costars walk up to the two of you, exchanging praise about your day at work. The four of you often got together after shoots and get food while talking shop. 

“I’ve got a date tonight, so I’ll have to skip dinner,” Changbin said, looking down at his phone.

Changbin played the character that acted as your optional lover, one that you a had very long history line with but posed as a potentially great love story, best friends to lovers you could say. K-dramas often follow a love triangle, or something similar at the very least, leaving the viewer to imagine all of the possibilities.

“Wow, ditching us for another random chick.” Minho slapped Changbins back, wrapping his arm around to stare down at what Bin was looking at.

Minho was (you guessed it) the third love option that leaves the viewers anxious for more. He was the tall, angsty one, practically emotionless on and off the screen. He appeared at mysterious times, always when you needed him most. He served as the stranger that waltzed his way into your heart. 

You watched as the three boys conversed with each other over Changbins date, their personalities seeming to closely match that of their characters. It’s only been about two months since the shooting for the TV show began, but the four of you acted as if you had known each other for decades, never feeling awkward or tense outside of work. 

All of you had gotten dressed in your own clothing, also similar to the characters you were playing, and gathered in a group to head to your usual restaurant. Changbin split from the group once everyone was getting into Minhos car, telling Chan he might catch up with you all later in the evening. You, Chan, and Minho had played music on your ride to the fried chicken place, all singing along like on a summer road trip. The nights like these were your favorite, being with your friends and being able to act normally unlike your other actor pals.

Pulling up to the front of the restaurant, Minho turned the volume of the music down and stared out the car windows. A sign was taped to the front door of the joint, stating that their establishment had run into plumbing issues and was closed for the next two days. The three of you had all seemed to groan at the same time, disappointed that you weren’t able to eat greasy chicken and drown in soju. 

“We could go to my place, it’s close enough and I just bought groceries the other day.” You had been to Minho’s place once before, dropping him off after an unusually long night of drinking. “And yes, I’ve got booze.” He added before Chan could ask.

You all agreed and were on the road again, talking about the scenes that were filmed today rather than listening to music. You arrived in less than ten minutes, gathering your bag and zipping up your jacket before exiting the car. It was a chilly November day, the wind causing goosebumps to raise all over. Autumn was your favorite season, though your body hadn’t acclimated to how quickly it had gotten cold. The car door was opened for you, Minho waiting for you to exit as the breeze messed up his ashy brown hair. You stepped out, feeling the cool air for yourself and shuddering at the fact that you chose to wear a dress that day. Minho shut the door behind you before wrapping part of his long trench-style coat around you in an attempt to block the wind from hitting your body. You closed the distance between you two, getting close in order for the coat to cover more of your body. You stayed like this until you reached the front doors of his apartment building, just as fancy as you remember. He types in a code to open the large doors, letting you go in ahead of him while he waited for Chan to catch up.

Once you had reached his apartment Minho immediately headed toward the kitchen to start preparing dinner. You had heard of his skill in the kitchen but had yet to witness it yourself. You slipped off your jacket and placed it on the back of a chair sitting in the middle of the room between the open-concept living area and kitchen. Chan had made himself comfortable on the couch, whipping out his phone and scrolling through whatever social media he was obsessed with these days. You rummaged through your bag, grabbing a pair of comfy leggings and an oversized teeshirt you usually wore to bed. You let Minho know you were going to change, and that you would be right back to help him prepare dinner, to which he responded with only a nod before resuming his preparations. 

You slipped into your clothes once you had locked the bathroom door behind you, contemplating whether or not it would be awkward to take your bra off to maximize the comfiness of your outfit. You decided to leave it on, unaware of how rude or awkward it might seem to the boys. Returning to the kitchen your nose was met with the lovely smell of rice cooking and aromatic vegetables frying. 

“Wow, it already smells great in here.” You exclaimed to Minho, walking behind him and offering to help. 

He gave you the spatula in his hand, letting you fry up the veggies as he prepared the chicken for the oven. Every so often he would have to maneuver around you, placing his hand on the small of your back or slightly moving you over by grabbing your waist. He was confident in his actions, not making the situation awkward as you both prepared dinner. 

“A bit touchy today, huh Min?” Chan commented. 

You looked back and found him leaning back against the fridge with his arms crossed, watching as you two naturally conversed and cooked. 

“You aren’t allowed to complain when you aren’t helping.” Minho shot back with a shit-eating grin, causing you to chuckle quietly. “You could at least get the silverware ready,” You added, causing Minho to smile down at you proudly. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, you two go back to being lovebirds.” Chan sighed while opening the utensil drawer.

Both you and Minho ignored his comment, though a blush crept up onto your face without you realizing. You knew where you and all of the boys stood in terms of relationships- knowing how messy it would be for your careers. You did indulge in fantasizing about them sometimes, wondering if Minho is a secret romantic, or how Chan would be in bed. You pretty much knew how Changbin was due to all of his dating stories. 

You had finished cooking dinner, helping Min by serving the food at the table while Chan grabbed beers from the fridge. “I should probably just have water, if I drink tonight it’ll be hell trying to wake up for the shoot tomorrow.” You sighed, sitting down at the modern glass dining table. “You didn’t see the text? Shooting tomorrow is canceled because of a storm rolling through. We were supposed to be shooting at the Han River.” Chan set a beer in front of you, opening yours before his own. 

“Oh thank god, I really needed a break.” You relaxed into your chair, taking a deep breath as you felt some weight being lifted off of your shoulders. 

The boys dug right into the food, barely savoring it as they ate. The finished product was chicken fried rice, with a couple of side dishes including kimchi and salad. It didn’t take long for the three of you to finish your meals, happily stuffed and slightly buzzed from the beers. The one thing everyone knew about you was how touchy you got when you were drunk. This was evident, having smooshed yourself up against Chan who had sat next to you during dinner. Your head was rested on his shoulder, eyes closed as you listened to the boys talk. He had his arm wrapped around you, lightly caressing your arm, a small but enjoyable show of affection. 

Half asleep, you hear hushed whispers that sound almost like an argument. “How come you get to be all touchy with her now?” Minho questioned quietly. “You had your turn earlier.” Chan rebutted. 

This went on for some time, breaking your peaceful attempt at sleep. Fed up, you stood up from your chair and chugged the leftover contents of your beer before telling the boys to follow you. Minho had a large living room with only a sectional couch and a TV hung up on the wall. You grabbed a couple of pillows and blankets from the couch, laying them on the floor in a comfy makeshift bed. You lay down in the center, waving them over. 

“Can’t you guys just share?” You said sleepily, curled up on the fuzzy blanket. 

They walk over to you without a second thought. Minho lays behind you, wrapping an arm around your stomach loosely while Chan got comfortable in front of you, wiping stray hairs from your face. This might have seemed out of the ordinary or awkward if not for the numerous scenes at work of you being romantic with either of them. It was a casual cuddle sesh between three friends, all a bit intoxicated, however.

It wasn’t until Changbin walked through the front door that you realized how the situation must have looked. His jacket was hung over his shoulder, fingers barely gripping at it. His other hand held his phone at his side, while his face looked just as puzzled as you expected it to be.

“Not what it looks like.” You stated, sitting up on your elbows to explain the situation to Binnie.

“Could be.” Chan declared confidently as if he had been thinking about it this whole time.

“I’m down,” Changbin added while hanging his jacket on the hook and tossing his phone on the counter. 

Your eyes widened at his response, and your stomach starting to feel uneasy at the direction the conversation was headed. “Haha funny” You scoffed, standing up between Minho and Chan. “The kitchen isn’t going to clean itself.” You tried using this as an excuse, about to step in that direction before a hand grabbed at you holding you back.

“You too?!” You exclaimed, looking down at Minho’s golden honey-colored eyes.

He shrugged in response, unknowing of how you thought about the circumstances. Your mind was frazzled with potential situations and fantasies arizing, unsure of how to act or what to say.

“I need way more alcohol in me to even consider what’s going on right now.” You claimed.

In less than five minutes the four of you were sitting at the now cleaned-off dining room table, drinks in hand though no words had yet been exchanged. You’d already downed a couple of shots of soju, you could feel it in your cheeks. Chan and Changbin sat across from you, Minho to your right as you started to talk. 

“Are you guys… serious?” You asked briefly, not wanting to go too deep into detail for fear of embarrassment. You had refused to make eye contact, swirling your glass instead. 

“The most.” “Very.” “Mm.” They all said at once. You chuckled, frustrated at the tension. 

“How would this even work?” You were grasping at straws, knowing exactly how it could work but feeling too anxious to say anything else. The room was quiet for what felt like an eternity. 

“We could make it into a game.” Changbin offered, resting his head on the knuckles of his intertwined fingers, his elbows propped on the table. 

Minho sat up straight at the suggestion placed on the table- metaphorically of course. 

“Let's.” Chan sealed the deal, your alcohol v.s good decision ratio falling on the lesser end as time continued on. “That is if Y/N is okay with it.” All three boys looked over at you simultaneously. 

“I don’t know, I’ve never done anything like this before.” You pleaded.

“We’ll be gentle,” Minho added with a devious grin, completely contradicting his words.

“Mhm.” Binnie was focused on your body language as the three of you talked through everything. 

Safe words, things that are off limits, and anything that needed to be addressed had been covered all within a short time frame. You internally chuckled at how businesslike the four of you had talked over the situation. You can’t deny the fact that you’ve thought of this exact scenario before, between shoots or on long car rides to outdoor scenes. If it weren’t for the liquid courage you would have never considered letting this happen.

“So, I’m not on birth control or anything.” You mentioned as you all occupied Minho’s bedroom, much more spacious than you had originally expected. Chan relaxed in a chair at the corner of the room, manspreading like it was nobody's business. He was sunken into the chair, an elbow propped on the wooden arm. Minho walked out of the master bathroom, a whole string of condoms unfolding.

“That’s fine.” He said emotionless, as if the whole thing could end right now and he wouldn’t be disappointed. 

You nodded, walking to Changbin as he motioned for you to sit with him. Your steps were a bit uneven, the alcohol making your vision and balance just a bit hazy. He sat on the edge of Minho’s bed, scooting back some to make room for you to sit between his legs. Once you sat down, your body feeling like a bag of bricks, he pulled you into his chest with his arms wrapped around your stomach. He nestled his chin into the crook of your neck, you noticed then how much warmer his body was than yours. 

“How are we starting this?” Chan looked at the men around the room, licking his lips as if he couldn’t wait any longer to begin.

Changbin released you from his grasp, his arms pulling back behind you and fumbling with his tie. “With this.” He claimed, pulling it from the collar of his dress shirt and holding it for everyone to see. 

Your visibly confused face must have hinted that you had no idea what he was talking about. Changbin instructed you to put your hair in a ponytail, making it easier for everyone if your hair was kept out of the way. Once it was situated and held in place by the cheap elastic, he gently covered your eyes with the width of the tie, securing a knot in the back to act as a blindfold. 

You were no longer able to see, not even light from the ceiling crept through. You felt concerned yet intrigued, depending on your other senses to gauge what was happening around the room as the three boys shuffled around. You sat there, hands clasped together on your lap while waiting for something to happen. 

“And the so-called ‘game’? What are we doing.” Minho had dropped his carefree facade, eager to know what was happening next. “Guess the guy, simple as that.” Binnie had a giddy tone to his voice as if he had dreamed of this exact situation. “And we do what, exactly?” Chan asked, his voice was much louder than earlier, you assumed he moved from his position on the chair to standing with the other boys. 

“Anything you want, within the limits of course.” You could hear the eagerness in his tone, unlike Chan and Minho he let his excitement be apparent, which you found cute yet also slightly scary. 

The three men whispered quietly away from you, calmly deciding who should go first in this game of arousal. It hadn’t been until a pair of hands took yours in their grasp that you realized how real this was. You jumped at the skin-to-skin contact, feeling embarrassed at your position in this game. You were waiting for affirming words, forgetting that the point of this was for you to guess who was who. 

The first mystery man let go of your hands, guiding their own to your hips as he pushed you further into the middle of the bed, resting your head down onto a pillow as you lay normally. Based on touch alone you weren’t able to figure out which guy this was. A hand was placed on your jawline, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip as he situated himself between your legs, towering over your body. Warm, plump lips were placed onto yours, softly kissing you as if you would break. 

You had hoped to be able to tell apart the person by their lips, forgetting how each of them was well stacked in that department. You kissed him like this for a bit, not sure if you were allowed to take the lead, or at least attempt to at that. Whilst getting stuck in your own head about it, the mystery boy's tongue swiped at your bottom lip asking for entrance. He tasted minty, which threw you off your thought process. Could it have been Minho? Perhaps he brushed his teeth before returning to the bedroom with the condoms? You let his tongue dance around yours, raising your hands to feel his hair in hopes that you could differentiate who this was.

Before feeling even one strand of hair your arms were pinned atop your head, and you could feel a grin press against your lips as if the man was saying “Nice try”. Frustrated, you wiggled underneath him, hoping perhaps you would be able to feel the shape of his body or even an article of clothing that the other two boys didn’t have. Whoever was on top of you didn’t like this action either, firmly pressing their hips against yours, earning a gasp of air in your lungs once you felt the warm bulge against you. 

A light moan escaped from mystery man #1’s lips due to the friction, though it wasn’t loud enough to hear a distinguished tone. You raised your hips again in hopes of hearing it again, though failed as whoever it was had used your lips as a distraction. Your bottom lip was sucked, and pulled between the teeth of your partner, a small yet painful sting that caused you to whine. 

“What happened to be gentle?” You scoffed, wiggling around in your blind position. 

The unkept hand of this man had pushed your face to the side, his lips placing soft kisses down your jaw onto your neck. “No marks.” You stated bluntly, one of the conditions you had placed when talking at the table. You trusted your makeup team’s talent but didn’t want to risk being scolded at work or causing a scandal just for a one-night stand with three of your costars. You could feel him pressing his bulge softly against your core, just barely feeling it from the distraction of his lips. You raised one of your legs that had laid flat on the bed next to him, using it to wrap around his waist and pull his lower half into yours.  

You could feel his lips shudder against the skin of your collarbone, his hand roughly gripping yours above your head. You could hide the smile that crept onto your lips, satisfied and slightly more confident in your position. You feel his body rise away from yours, the heat from his chest no longer radiating against yours while his hand lets yours go. Before you could use your hands, his fingers were brimming the hem of your shirt, gripping it and lifting it over your head, carefully to not undo the tie that blocked your vision. Before your shirt could even hit the floor your bra was pulled down, exposing your chest fully. 

You could hear a deep breath taken in on your right, one of the boys anxiously waiting for his turn. A wet, hot sensation flick across your nipple one you could only assume was a tongue. This caused your body to tense, and the wet feeling on your breast got hotter with his mouth wrapped fully around your nipple, teeth grazing it lightly. Shivers traveled down your spine, noticing this the mystery man deepened his movement, grinding into you as his teeth nibble at your nub. He bit and sucked relentlessly, not giving your body a break from the overstimulation as he simultaneously bucked his hips into yours.  

“Binnie.” You released a soft whisper from your lips, causing all movement to stop abruptly. “How did you know?” He asked from above you, his breath uneven and heavy. “You taste minty.” You started, gulping down a big breath before continuing. “You always carry gum on you, plus you didn’t eat dinner with us earlier. I also know how much of a tit’s guy you are.” You felt satisfied at your answer, sighing with a smile

His body raised from yours, the bed bouncing slightly as he stepped off of it. You felt cold from his absence, the way his body was emitting heat could save you so much money on home heating costs. Changbin asked which one of the boys was going next, to which you heard nothing but silence as the game would be ruined if either of them actually answered.

You had assumed Chan would be the next mystery man, based on how eager he looked like he wanted to start before you were blindfolded. You pictured him as a dominant type and felt excited about what was to come next. The bed dipped down again, the next boy coming to do who knows what to your body. You couldn’t feel a body towering over you, curious as to what this next person's plan was. You felt cold hands on your waist, causing you to tense up a bit as your leggings were rolled down past your hips, and eventually, each leg freed as well. 

Hands grabbed at yours, pulling you into a sitting position. He carefully wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. His cold fingers reached past your shoulders, pulling apart the clasp of your bra and letting it fall between you. You removed your arms, tossing the bra behind you before you were pulled down, fully straddling atop mystery man #2. He guides your hands to either side of where you assumed his head lay, giving them a squeeze as if he was telling you not to move them from that spot. 

Your breasts dangled over his chest, your ass pressed firmly into his groin with the help of his hands pressing you down. You could feel his body strain, his face meeting yours with a kiss that could have melted you if you weren’t straddling him. He kissed you softly like this for only a short amount of time before dragging the upper half of your body into his with his teeth pulling your lip. His hands refused to leave your ass, gripping at the bare skin and his nails leaving crescent marks. 

He guided your hips back and forth, making you grind against his clothed body while you felt the front of your panties getting more and more wet. Once you slowly continued the friction against him on your own, his hands traveled up your back and waist, caressing the skin before strongly gripping at your tits, squeezing them as if they were stress balls. This caused you to rut your hips forward, earning a deep groan from within the mystery man’s chest. 

He pulled your lips to his once more, his hand cupping your cheek as your tongues danced. He removes his hand from your chest, sliding it down the front of your body until he reached your core, feeling the damp cloth between his fingers. He pushes it aside, sliding a finger up your folds collecting your wetness before toying with your clit. Your fingers grasp at the blanket beneath you, a moan escaping from your lips into the mouth you were kissing. You had known how turned on you felt, but not how eager you wanted to be touched. 

He brought your attention back to him, slowly kissing you as he plays with your now throbbing clit. Small winces and gasps of pleasure erupt from you, making it difficult to pay attention to whichever man was beneath you. He kept up this pleasant torture for a minute longer before removing his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth to taste you. You breathed heavily, between the kissing and stimulation it left you feeling tired yet hopeful for more. Once he sucked his fingers clean, you knew who it was. He brought your lips to him, forcing you to taste yourself when his tongue pushed past into your mouth.  

“Are you enjoying yourself, Minho?” You questioned after breaking from the kiss.

“Mhmm” He answered, his hands returning to your ass and rutting his bulge into your now-soaked core.

He was unwavering with his movements, refusing to share with his friend even though you had already outed him. He let out a moan you could tell he was holding in for a while, unbothered by the other men in the room as he enjoyed himself. “Move it.” Could be heard from the foot of the bed, a voice you knew very well. “Now,” Chan added, his impatience growing as he watched Minho use you. 

Minho sighed, halting his movements from beneath you before rolling you off of him so he could stand. “C’mere.” You heard Chan demand, carefully crawling toward the end of the bed on your knees. He grabbed a hold of your hands once you got close enough, bringing your arms around his neck and pulling you close to his naked chest. You were unaware of when he took his shirt off but didn’t care much once he kissed you. Surprisingly he was the softest of the boys, his lips much larger than the other two, yet gentle and passionate rather than hungry. He was soft and sweet as his hands roamed your body, taking his time to enjoy your features rather than abuse them.

“Beautiful,” He whispered just barely loud enough for you to hear, and only for you to hear. This urged you to wrap yourself around him completely, your legs around his waist and your ankles joined together in an effort to close the gap between you. He gripped at your ass, pulling both sides and squeezing just hard enough for you both to enjoy. You internally questioned if the blindfold was still necessary, knowing he was the last one, but you kept the thought to yourself, loving the effect it had on the rest of your senses. 

Without so much as a hint or warning, Chan removed your limbs from around his body and pushed your chest so your back hit the mattress, no longer gentle. You made an audible ‘ugh’ as you fell against the plush blankets, your underwear being pulled off before you were able to notice his fingers gripping at the fabric. Chan spread your legs and called the other boys over, leaving you feeling very vulnerable and small. 

“Look at that pretty pussy,” He commented, once the other boys were able to stand next to him. “Does she taste good?” Changbin questioned Minho, who you assume nodded due to his silence. “Hyung, let me get a taste before you ravage her. Please?” Binnie practically begged, you could hear the sincere plead in his voice. 

Chan took a step away from you, keeping a hand on your leg as if making sure the others knew you were his at that moment. You knew how heated you were inside, however, starting the foreplay process three separate times must have made you soaked, hell you could have been dripping at this point. Binnie got close to your mound, feeling his hot breath against you made you shiver with anticipation. He placed a small peck on your core. “So pretty.” He muttered before licking you from bottom to top. You grabbed whatever you could find, probably a blanket and pillow from the way they felt, and clenched them hard, your knuckles white.

Changbin marveled at your reaction, regretting the fact that he got a taste and teased himself. You could hear Minho and Changbin shuffle back to the chair, Chan rubbing your legs and kneeling to the height of your bed. He pulls you by your ankles, your ass just barely hanging off the edge of the bed. He wastes no time bringing his mouth to your core, copying Changbin’s motion with his tongue before doing figure eights, trying to figure out which motion edges you on more. 

He doesn’t stop lapping at your cunt, pressing deeper every few moments to gauge which amount of pressure feels best. Once he reaches the perfect combo he grins, your legs trying to close around his head but failing due to his hands gripping your thighs. He groaned at the taste, and your reaction, the humming sensation bringing shivers down your spine and goosebumps all over your body. 

Chan removes a hand from your leg, bringing it down and separating your folds before inserting his middle finger into your sopping-wet entrance. Finally, someone had given you a bit of release from the tension building inside of you, causing your body to relax. He methodically pumps his digits into you, using the pulling motion that hits one of your sweet spots every time. Your back arches, giving him the push he needed that made him crave you more. He needed to feel you for himself, let your walls pulsate around him.

“Use me, baby,” He growled from between your legs. “Give it to me, let me taste how sweet you are when you cum.” He continued his actions at full speed, completely devouring you while adding fingers into your soaked hole. 

His words motivated you, reaching a hand down to his head and gripping his curly black hair. He groans softly, the heat from his breath adding fuel to the fire. His teeth scrape and nip at your clit while his tongue licks you clean. Chan eggs you on from below, digging into your leg with his nails. You feel the bubbling in your stomach, pressure rising and almost reaching max capacity. His fist almost forced itself into you along with the consistent lapping across your clit pushed you off of the edge, your walls convulsing around his fingers, the sweet essence soaking his fingers and dripping onto his tongue. 

He kept toying with you aggressively, making your high exponentially longer and deeper. You were barely able to catch your breath, seeing stars with your eyes clasped shut tightly. You felt like you were floating, the adrenaline and calming of your body embracing each other as Chan slowed his movements. He rubbed your legs soothingly, standing up as he overlooked your limp body with a satisfied grin on his face. He wiped his lips and chin with his forearm before unbuckling his belt.

“Look at me.” He demanded, his belt dropping to the floor. You used what strength you could muster up to remove Changbin’s tie from your eyes, blinking as the sensitive light made its way through. Once you had finally adjusted to the radiance of the bedroom your eyes met with Chan, his boxers still on to your surprise. His chest was heaving with deep breaths, his arms at his sides while he watched you regain your sight. He grinned, greeting you before grabbing your ankles and twisting you over onto your stomach. 

You looked back at him, his boxers dropping onto the floor along with the rest of his clothes. He hikes your hips up, forcing you onto your knees with your ass high in the air. The bed dips down as he kneels behind you, lazily rolling the condom down his dick with his eyes directed at your soaked core. You pull your arms from in front of you, using your elbows to prop your abdomen more level with the rest of your body. You feel his length against your ass, his arm reaching over you and pushing your head forcefully into the blankets. 

“Stay just like that for me, princess.” His new pet name for you relinquishes any defiance from within you, doing exactly as you are told.

He taps his throbbing tip against your clit, causing you to jump forward a bit, to which he pulls your hips back with force. He smothers his cock with your essence, natural lubrification at its finest. He presses himself against your entrance, audibly sighing as your walls engulf him. He pushes in slowly, deepening himself within you while stretching you out. 

“That’s my good girl, taking it so well.” The pain mixes with pleasure as he bottoms out, your chest finally bringing in the air you didn’t know you were holding in. 

He doesn’t waste any time, picking up speed as he thrust into you gently. You ball your hands into fists, pressure building back into your body. Chan grips your ass, pulling it and squeezing it as he forcefully pushes into you. Your body tenses, involuntarily pushing your hips into him with every thrust. He groans as you fuck yourself with his length, his head dropping back with pleasure. 

“Hyung,” You hear from the corner of the room, looking over to find a very flustered Changbin, his hand palming his dick through his pants. “Take her front,” Chan replies, not even looking over at the other boys. 

Minho is sitting in the chair, elbows on his knees as he watches you get pummeled from behind, analyzing you. “Be nice to him, Princess, he’s been waiting for this day for quite some time.” You groan as Chan demands this of you, his movement slowing in order for Binnie to situate himself in front of you. You respond with a simple ‘Yes, sir.’. He wastes no time, not even removing his clothing before sitting on the bed in front of you. He lowers his pants and boxers down just below his mid-thigh, his back and head resting against the headboard. 

You lift your head to make direct eye contact with him, seeing his throbbing length in your peripheral. He grabs at it, stroking it for just a moment before guiding it into your mouth. You parted your lips, opening your mouth just wide enough to take him. Whereas the other boys had length, Binnie had the girth too- you knew this would be a wild ride. 

Chan pounds into your cunt from behind, causing you to jolt forward with your mouth open to a full ‘O’. Changbin takes advantage of this, pulling your head down onto his cock and breathing in sharply once you’ve made contact. You’ve just barely got the first two inches in your mouth before you feel his width press against your throat. Chan thrusts into you relentlessly from the back, you feel him getting sloppier but greedier for more as he starts nearing his high. You stabilize your hips as much as possible for him while Bin pushes deeper into your throat, stretching you as you gag making him shiver with pleasure. Chan pulls back an arm, slapping your ass harshly as he delivers the last of his blows. He moans deeply from his chest, your hole milking him of all he’s worth. He thrusts slowly and lazily, riding out his high with his hands still gripped on your hips. He pulls out slowly as Bin lightly ruts his hips up into you, his seed hanging from the condom. You feel an immediate absence, the heat and pressure subsiding.  

“Think you can take it all, pretty girl?” Changbin questions you, pulling his dick out of your mouth to allow you to answer. You swallow lightly once he’s pulled away, wincing at the soreness that he caused by stretching you.

“I can try,” You answer him, your voice raspy. He pushes you forward by your shoulders gently, breaking free from his spot in front of you.

He lays you flat against the bed, your face dangling off of the edge of the bed. You make eye contact with Chan who is now the occupant of the chair, only in his unbuttoned pants with a fucked out, post-nut clarity look on his face. Changbin clears your view of Chan, stepping in front of you and letting his pants fall to the ground. He pulls his shirt from his arms, revealing his incredibly toned chest and arms. The bed is at the perfect height for him, his dick perfectly aligned with your upside-down head.

He slaps his length across your face without warning, a gasp leaving your chest before he shoves himself into your throat once more. You almost choke on him, unprepared to take so much of his cock all at once. He pulls out, leaving the tip still in your mouth, letting his spit fall onto his length as you used your tongue to swirl him, running it across his split. He pushes back into your mouth and watches as your neck bulges with him inside. 

You hear shuffling around the room, drawers being opened and closed, and footsteps eagerly walking around until the bed dips down under your legs. You aren’t able to lift your head to see what was happening, Binnie picking up his speed with your throat, making you gag every once in a while. Your legs were shoved open wide, a buzzing object shoved into your still dripping cunt. You would have screamed if not for Changbin’s dick in your mouth, so you only let out a muffled moan that caused him to shudder in pleasure from the vibration. Your toes curled at the object being pushed in and pulled inside of you, whining as the sensation of pressure returned to your body. 

“What do you think, Min?” Changbin starts speaking breathlessly, pausing just for a moment before continuing. “Think she’ll be able to swallow?” You could hear the grin as he spoke, using your face as his own personal fuck doll. 

“If she’s not too overstimulated.” Minho replies, to which you realize he is the one behind the vibrator teasing you. He pulls it from inside of you, placing it on your clit with makes your whole body squirm. 

You whine and groan with Binnie lodged deep in your throat, causing his dick to twitch with pleasure. He grunts, his high approaching fast as you send vibrations up his length. You try your hand at forcing your throat to swallow, attempting to contract and close up around his dick. He lets out a small groan while you’re still being teased, tears occupying your tearline from the intense face fuck and complete overstimulation. He shoots cum down your throat, so deep into you that you have no choice but to swallow. 

You pucker your lips, sucking him as he starts pulling out of your mouth, claiming any last drop of his seed. He sucks in a breath, his teeth biting at his lip once he’s fully pulled out. You’re still squirming at this point, Minho toying with you sadistically while you catch your breath. You push your heels into the bed, trying your hardest to get away from how high the vibrations are set. Though to no avail, he pulls you even closer to him by your ankles, knees dangling off the bed as he’s propped over you with his face closing the distance with yours.

“You made her cry,” He whispers, looking up at Changbin with only his eyes before wiping away the few tears pooled above your cheekbones. “What do you want from me?” Minho asks you softly, his eyes darting all over your upperbody viewing the miscellaneous marks and red areas where the other boys weren’t quite gentle. Your lips were so swollen from all the kisses and facefucking- along with your throat, that it hurt to talk. 

“Just let me cum one more time, please you muttered oh so quietly, your body completely fucked out but still edged on for more. Minho nods, his thin straight hair bouncing. “Only once?” He teases, grabbing the vibrating toy once more and pressing it firmly against your clit. You tense underneath him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his breath brings goosebumps to the skin across your chest. He nips at your nipple, pulling away slowly to watch you squirm beneath him. He moves the toy in a circular motion, hitting all of the right spots that bring you that little bit closer to release. He uses his propped arm to bring your face close to him, kissing your forehead gently and letting you pull yourself into him. 

He leads you on, bringing you so fucking close to your high that you feel your fingers go numb before he rips the toy away from your cunt and turns it off, a sadistic grin on his face. You pull away from him, a death glare on your face, mentally telling him to eat shit and die as you’re edged. 

“I’m not done with you yet, just hold out a little longer.” He whispers into your ear, tossing the toy across the bed and unbuttoning his jeans. You grab the hem of his shirt, attempting to pull it over his head, which he eventually lets you do once his pants are dropped to the ground. You catch a glimpse of his bulge, practically suffocating within his boxer briefs. 

He slides a finger underneath the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down and kicking them off while simultaneously pushing you further into the middle of the bed. You analyze his movements while he prepares, he moves slow and calculated with bright flames of lust creeping from his eyes. He keeps you on your back, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist with his hands. He knows you are exhausted, fucked out, and completely used but he still needs his release. He doesn’t waste much time, ripping the corner tab off of a condom and pulling it from the package. You take it from his hands, surprising him as you gently roll it down his length. 

He closes his eyes and breathes just a bit heavier at the contact, eventually opening them once you’ve rolled it to his base. He brings an arm from above, lowering his digits onto your lips, pushing his way through to gather spit. He rubs it on his now-protected dick before pushing himself into you with no hesitation. Your legs squeeze around him tight, fingers digging into his shoulder blades at the unexpected impact. Minho lets out a growling moan, stilling his motions while he feels all of you. Chan and Changbin have left the room at this point, one of them running the faucet in the bathroom and the other somewhere else in the house. 

The intimacy of just the two of you feels nice, rather than feeling like you were putting on a show you feel able to relax your mind and just enjoy everything. Minho starts pumping into you, subtle but impacted blows that have you both groaning. He pulls you into a kiss, gripping at your throat while rutting his hips into you until reaching your hilt. His groans turn into whines, his powerful demeanor starting to fade as he feels the pleasure of your walls pulling him in. 

He kisses you softly, though his thrusts get heavier, jolting your body and causing your tits to bounce underneath him. He takes his hand from your throat, palming at your breast and squeezing moderately hard, squelching noises from your wet and used core filling the room. You remove an arm from his shoulders, reaching over for the toy he threw somewhere behind you. Once locating it, you place it firmly on your clit, making sure it was low enough for him to feel the vibrations as well. 

He moans into your mouth, breathing heavily as he pumps into you. The vibrations make you shiver beneath him, the pressure and friction inside of you harmoniously joined with the stimulation of your clit bringing the pressure back into your stomach. Your rugged, beaten walls flit and contract against Minho’s cock, helping you feel every vein and curvature as he fucks you. You start whispering his name, pleading for more as your toes curl and heels dig into his lower back. 

“Now,” Minho grunts, having trouble pounding into you with your walls squeezing his length so tight. “Now, my love.” He whispers into your neck, trying as hard as he can to wait for you to reach your climax. And you succeed, happily as he moans atop of you loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. “Fuck, Y/N.” He mutters, getting in his last few thrusts in before blowing his load. You’re mumbling incoherent words at this point, blinded by the blurry vision of your high, your body melted into the bed, muscles so weak you’re no longer able to wrap your limbs around him. Once he’s completely finished, he holds his position on top of you, resting his head on your chest to try and catch his breath and his dick softens and twitches inside of you. 

You hear Bin and Chan come back into the room, Minho looking up at them and speaking words you couldn’t even hear due to the 4th or 5th orgasm you had in the last two hours. Your body is so tired and fucked out, you barely notice him pull out of you and put his underwear back on. Your chest is still rising with heavy breaths, starting to find its natural rhythm after a few more moments. You felt like you were floating, being carried almost. Who knows, you very well could have been but your eyes and body had succumbed to the exhaustion, no longer functioning regularly. 

The three boys tended to you carefully, cleaning you up as best they could from top to bottom before dressing you in some of Minho’s clean clothes. You awoke that night in bed, the bright clock on the nightstand reading 3:05 AM. Chan was behind you, his arms wrapped around your body while Minho was in front of you, your faces so close together you were breathing each other's air. You hear shuffling, leaning over to look toward the doorway carefully in order to not wake the sleeping men beside you. Binnie walks into the room with a bowl of cereal, jolting back once he notices your eyes on him. 

“Oh, you’re awake.” He whispers with a smile you can just barely see from the light of the clock. “Want a late-night snack?”

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Part One: I’m Not Ready

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Typically, a single soul would never have gotten this much attention from him. He’d have forgotten every bit of them, down to their name. There was just something surreal about the way you made his heart feel…alive again, that he couldn’t quite let go of.

warnings: death, snakes, grieving

w/c: 2247

a/n: I’m so excited to bring this work to you. It’s been an idea of mine for a few months now, I’ve just been struggling to figure out how to start this. The motivation came out of nowhere for me, luckily, so I’m happy to be able to share this now 🖤 Feedback is very appreciated, and genuinely fuels my motivation to write. This is more of an introductory chapter to the series, most future parts will likely be a longer wc.

There were exactly ninety seconds before you were destined to die.

Death watched from afar as you gently plucked sprigs of lavender from your beloved garden. Instead of minding the countdown and focusing on his duty, his watchful eye instead followed your skillful hands. Though tinged with green stains and dirt, they were soft. The obvious work you’d put into the cultivation of your harvest had yet to harden the tips of your fingertips with a single callous.

In seventy-five seconds, you would die with soft, earth stained hands.

Despite your ever encroaching demise, Death found himself captivated by the melody you’d been humming under your breath. It blended naturally with the birdsong and insect chorus of the surrounding forest, remarkably peaceful for what only he knew was coming. Although he hadn’t once heard it before, Death had already decided that this song was, indeed, his favorite.

In sixty seconds, you would die with that very melody on your lips.

His chest ached where a heart should typically reside as he witnessed the bloom of a smile cross your features, rounding the wind-chapped apples of your cheeks with the most innocent of joys. It seemed a shame to have to extinguish such a bright, shining light - though it had been several centuries since Death had found himself experiencing guilt.

In forty-five seconds, you would die wearing that cluelessly happy smile - and Death would feel remorse.

His molten amber gaze followed the curve of your arm, dainty stems of chamomile joining the bundles of lavender you’d placed in a hand-woven basket to bring back to the village you and your coven had long called home.

In thirty seconds you’d spill the bundles of flowers around your lifeless body, a preemptive floral arrangement for the fate you’d been so cruelly dealt.

His lips pulled into a deep frown as he watched you happily tend the flowers, resisting the urge to warn you of the looming danger, physically pained by his inability to call out to you.

In fifteen seconds you would collapse, able to hear his voice mere seconds too late as you took your last breaths - and Death himself would mourn you.

Your eyes widened then as you finally spotted the source of peril in your otherwise unassuming garden, the eyes of a viper glistening in the light filtering through petals and stems. You froze then - melody stuttering to a halt, face paling as every hint of the smile you’d worn shifted into an expression of pure panic.

He watched helplessly as the viper hissed, fangs bared menacingly before lunging for your arm - clamping it’s jaw shut and holding on, injecting the venom into your veins. Death couldn’t blame the animal, likely feeling threatened by something exponentially larger than itself trampling around its home.

His unnecessary breath fluttered as he watched you collapse, gripping your arm as though you could stop the end yourself. Tears welled in your eyes as you fell to your knees, staining the white skirt of your dress with the soil beneath.

He reached a hand to his own chest, clutching the black silk of his shirt as his long-dormant heart dropped. Your grandmother’s voice could be heard from afar, shouting your name as her old legs tried to carry her quickly to your side.

“Y/N!” She shouted, though the paralysis had set in and you couldn’t respond had you even heard her. You’d fallen to the ground, surrounded by plants supposed to bring peace, with glazed over eyes and a single tear still stuck to your colorless cheek.

“Y/N, my darling,” your grandmother pled, holding your cold hand in hers as she stared down in horror at the two distinct holes in your arm.

You could watch now, too. Your spirit stood behind your grandmother, attempting to comfort her with a gentle hand to her back - despite your own shock at what had befallen you.

Death had never seen one so concerned for another so soon after passing.

“I’m sorry, gran…” you whispered through tears, watching as she unsteadily brushed hair from your face, pleading through sobs that you not leave her all alone.

“My darling girl, you don’t deserve this!” she choked, pressing her forehead to your body’s, “This isn’t right!”

He’d approached your body then, preparing himself for the foreign difficulty he had with taking a soul - your soul - with a deep sigh.

Death had heard similar pleas before, but had never felt so inclined to agree before now. This wasn’t right. Your vibrant soul standing behind the woman looked so tragic, eyes filled with an undeniable sorrow as you watched the woman who raised you son over your corpse.

You looked remorseful, though there was no fault of your own. You continued to rub the old woman’s back as she began mashing different plants together - creating an antidote less than a minute too late. Your voice soothing her through your own choked-back tears felt like fire in Death’s ears. You looked so nurturing. So delicate.

So beautiful.

“Please…” you finally whispered, looking up to the sky as though to plead with God. Death didn’t find it in himself to be offended, only pained as he listened to you beg, “I’m not ready.”

As you’d been looking up, Death had knelt next to your body - mouth hesitating less than an inch from your barely-warm lips as he heard you cry.

“That’s right,” he admitted, alerting you to his presence for the first time since you’d stopped breathing. Your watery eyes met his, lips parted in shock as you took in the man - if you could call him that - before you.

His dark hair was swept back from his face, putting his chiseled features on full display. His jaw was tense - as though he were arguing against an unseen force. Angular eyes burned with an unexplained resolve as he held your gaze - the slightest furrow between his strong brows showing that he was, indeed, listening.

You knew instantly who - what - he was.

He was the reaper, and he was here for you.

You should’ve been scared. You should’ve screamed. Most people meeting Death face-to-face would be horrified.

But you wanted to ask his name.

You should’ve cried. You should’ve cowered.

“Please…” you asked him instead, a single word in a last ditch effort to be allowed to stay. Not that his intimidating presence would allow much else to leave your lips.

He said nothing, opting instead to raise his head away from your body, giving you a moment of hope - never once looking away from your gaze.

“Don’t leave my gran all alone,” you begged, courage finding you despite the dread you felt. It seemed like an eternity as he stared into your eyes, almost as though searching for something, “You can take me after she’s gone, but don’t leave her all alone!”

You could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he contemplated your offer, head tilting to the side with no change in expression.

“Please…” you asked again, voice softer than it had ever been. You were past begging, recalling the legend of death having been a mortal once before, too. You were simply reaching for any hidden shred of humanity he might have had hidden inside.

And you had found it, despite Death having believed it gone.

As your grandmother held the salve to your arm, praying through her tears, the warmth that had hit him before grew exponentially - filling his being with a profound, alien sensation. He assumed that he must have felt it before, in his previous life, but that didn’t stop him from reeling at his sudden shift in mentality.

He remembered absolutely nothing of his mortal life, all memories having begun after his ascension into godhood. He was certain, at least in this life, that he’d never wanted to protect anything - or anyone - as much as he did you, in that moment.

He wanted to tell you that you’d brought these newfound thoughts and, daresay, feelings into his existence. He wanted to tell you he’d keep you safe, no matter the cost. He wanted to tell you that he wouldn’t want to take you, even if your gran had passed.

Instead, all he said was, “As you wish,” with a wistful look on his face.

As quickly as he’d appeared in your field of vision, he vanished. The breeze held a chill despite the warmth of the day, and with a whispered, “Thank you,” you found yourself back in your body, gasping for air.

Gran’s cries shifted from pain to joy, a smile blossoming on her cheeks as she looked away from the salve to your ever-brightening complexion. She pulled you into her lap gingerly, stroking your hair as you coughed - lungs reacclimating to filling with air.

“My dearest,” she whispered, “I thought I’d lost you…”

“I thought you had, too,” you croaked, bursting into another fit of coughing as she shushed you gently.

Death was always spoken of as a horrible, frightening thing. Everyone thought of it as an irreversible tragedy.

But, you knew - at least for now. You knew differently. Death was a man with gentle eyes who listened to your pleas and let you stay.

Death spent the next few hours searching within himself for what had come over him. He had always been very by-the-book; a soul is due to move on, they get taken. It was the way of the world, the correct cycle of life.

He had never had an issue before. He’d never found himself stalling, stopped in his tracks by anyone or anything. He wasn’t cold, no. He just knew his duty, and hadn’t ever had a problem following through.

Until you.

Was it your genuine, selfless care for your grandmother? Asking to be spared not for yourself, but to not abandon another? Was it the contagious peacefulness of the song you’d hummed before, bringing the reaper a sense of calm that he’d not experienced since his rebirth?

Perhaps it was the way you tenderly plucked the stems from your garden, experienced hands leaving enough as to allow for regrowth. Or maybe it was the tender smile on your face as you’d inhaled the aroma of the blossoms you’d gathered.

He pondered even further, now. Was it your eyes and the light they held? Was it your lips and the way they curved up without a thought? Was it your gentle voice? It could even have been your graceful demeanor.

Typically, a single soul would never have gotten this much attention from him. He’d have forgotten every bit of them, down to their name. There was just something surreal about the way you made his heart feel…alive again, that he couldn’t quite let go of.

He couldn’t come to a conclusion as to why he was so drawn to you, which left only one answer.

It was everything.

What cemented the strange new sensations as what they were was much less complicated than it may have seemed.

Death himself had no regrets on sparing you, despite the scolding he was sure to receive from the fates. In fact, his only regrets were being unable to kiss your lips and knowing you would have to forget him.

You woke up in a fog from a much-needed rest, Gran snoozing peacefully in her rocking chair across the room. Your head throbbed as you sat up, reaching for the water grab must’ve left out for you with a grateful sigh.

The squeak of the bed roused the sweet woman from her slumber, a soft voice instantly soothing some of the pain.

“Hello, dearest,” she rose from the chair to sit on the foot of the bed. She placed a gentle hand on your forehead, checking for fever, before patting your shoulder affectionately.

“Hi, Gran,” your voice cracked, still residually rough from your lack of oxygen.

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” you murmured. And you were, on such a deep level that you wondered if you’d simply imagined sleeping at all.

“I’d be worried if you weren’t,” Gran scooted closer to you to place a kiss on your forehead, “You’ve been through an ordeal.”

“Yeah…” you trailed off, realizing you had no recollection between the viper bite and waking up. This could easily have been attributed to the trauma - which you truly believed was the case - yet there was still an itch in the recesses of your mind that you just couldn’t seem to scratch.

Something had to have happened but like a word on the tip of your tongue, you couldn’t for the life of you recall what it was. It was then that you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of Gran’s glasses - a gasp escaping you as you barely exhaled your words.

“My hair.”

Gran delicately pulled the strand of interest up from behind your ear, running the pad of her thumb over it with mystery swirling in her eyes. Unlike the remainder of your head, this patch was stark white, shimmering in the light from the fireplace.

“It’s…changed,” Gran nodded, allowing you to adjust to the change and find your words. “Do you…know why?”

You figured she’d have an answer for you, being among the few elders in your small township community. She held more knowledge of the strange happenings than others. She said nothing for a while, however, opting instead to continue rubbing the pearly tresses.

“Yes, my dear,” Gran finally answered, “You’ve been touched by death, after all, darling.”

[j-a-nuary]

Carrier

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Stray Kids Urban fantasy AU (feat. Ateez from time to time) | A “carrier service” exists, seemingly only to get people (usually women) home safe after the trains stop running.

Heavy on bad boys with hearts of… some kind of shiny metal, probably.

Warnings: nothing too wild in this chapter. Some medical-ish stuff (wound description), Vasilisa is ornery with Hyunjin.

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"There you are! Goodness,” Tempawan's coworker, Sunmi, openly gawked at her neck, "what on earth happened to you?"

Tempawan grimaced.

"It's going to sound crazy."

Sunmi gave her a sarcastic look, "it already looks crazy."

She wasn't wrong. The bite mark on her shoulder was being stubborn. Despite a lack of infection, it was refusing to simply scab over and get on with healing. While she wasn't actively bleeding anymore, it was still gross - a disgusting raw mess that was always slightly moist. So Tempawan was left with packing gauze onto it, holding it in place with ribbon-like medical tape.

"Fair enough," Tempawan sighed, "I got attacked by a dog."

Sunmi's eyes widened in shock.

"How on earth? What happened?"

"I don't really remember," Tempawan shrugged, "I went out on Wednesday night and then… woke up in a hospital room on Thursday."

"Jeezy creezy," Sunmi muttered, "well, director Kang was looking for you yesterday."

"I think this," she gestured towards the bandage that was visible under the edge of her collar, "will give me an excuse for missing a day or two of work."

"Not really his job," Sunmi shrugged, then looked a little embarrassed.

"Can," she gave Tempawan a secretive smile, "can I see?"

Tempawan rolled her eyes, but leaned forward to indulge her friend. She winced slightly as she peeled back a strip of tape, "I'll warn you, it's kind of gross."

With an encouraging nod from Sunmi, she shook her head and slowly revealed the glossy puncture marks.

Sunmi gasped, physically recoiling.

"Holy…"

"Yeah," Tempawan pulled her foundation cushion out of her bag. She flipped it open, using the mirror to check the wound. "Like I said: gross."

"No kidding. Does it still hurt?"

"Not really," she started re-securing her bandage, "but that's only because the doctor gave me some medicine. It's worse when I sleep."

Satisfied with her gauze placement, Tempawan clicked shut the compact. She quickly readjusted her top so it didn't tug against the patch.

"Well," she stood, resigning herself to her fate, "I guess I should go see the director. If you don’t hear from me, I've been fired and you should come get me from the bar."

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"Director Kang?"

She cautiously peeked around the door to the director's office. Everyone knew that if it was propped open, they were free to enter. But she didn't particularly want to enter. Even though her absence was undeniably excusable, even with the proof still leaking into bandages on her neck, she was convinced she was going to be in trouble.

"Is that you Miss Shim?"

Kang Seungyoon didn't look up from his computer. His fingers were flying across his keyboard with an urgency that Tempawan recognized as just gotta finish this email.

"Yes sir."

He vaguely nodded towards the seat in front of his desk, eyes still glued to his screen, "take a seat. This will just be a second."

Tempawan stiffly dipped into the chair. It was probably comfortable when you weren't nervous, but she was trying to be on her best behavior.

The room was silent, save for the muted taps of the director's fingers on his keyboard. Finally, the tap-tap-tap was punctuated by a click from the mouse.

"Alright," he leaned his head back, rolling his neck and shoulders, "sorry about that. It was somewhat urgent."

"Not a problem sir."

"Now then, I wanted to che-"

Tempawan’s eyes had strayed to her own fingers as she waited, but the abrupt way the director cut off his own words alerted her to the fact that he must have finally looked at her.

Like so many things that one would hope others wouldn't notice, the bandage on her neck appeared exigent. Well, perhaps not the bandage itself. The accompanying bruising however seemed to trigger empathy, even in strangers… such as the barista that handed her coffee over this morning.

Director Kang's reaction did not inspire her to meet his gaze, but she couldn't so blatantly avoid it without coming across as rude. Or would he go easier on her if she played up the "traumatizing event" angle?

Her decision was made for her when she heard the unmistakable sounds of the director standing up and moving.

She looked up and saw him cross the office to open the door.

"Come. We'll have the clinic staff take a look at it."

He stood by the door expectantly.

Tempawan hesitated. She wasn't sure exactly why, but she was gripped with the idea that she might get pulled from the trial. And if she got pulled, that probably meant that Dhia would get pulled as well. And if Dhia got pulled, she'd have to start over with a new fertility clinic. One that she'd have to pay for, rather than getting paid by.

"Miss Shim?"

She shook her head, finally standing up.

"Sorry," she bowed quickly, "I got a little lost in thought."

Director Kang took a step back into the office, letting the door close again.

"Is there an issue?"

He sounded sincere. As sincere as a professional could, anyway. He even looked sincere - a faint frown creasing his brow, but not reaching much further than that.

"It's just…" Tempawan licked her lips nervously, "it won't impact my eligibility, will it?"

The director's face relaxed slightly. He even allowed himself a small smile.

"You don't have to worry about that," he reassured her. "I just want to make sure my team's health is properly looked after."

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Working for a multinational corporation definitely had benefits. Working for one that was aggressively expanding its medical research divisions had even more.

Tempawan shivered slightly as a cool gel was applied to her wound. After a few minutes, the dull ache was nearly gone.

“This isn’t anything addictive, is it?”

“Not chemically or physically,” the clinician assured her, “just in the way that, say, your favorite food might be addictive.”

Tempawan frowned, trying to parse that sentence before deciding to be straightforward.

“So it’s not an opioid?”

The clinician laughed, shaking her head.

“Absolutely not. Regardless of addiction concerns, opiates aren’t nearly as effective as they’ve been advertised to be.” She shook her head, “they’re more effective at making patients lose lucidity than actually stopping pain.”

“Oh,” Tempawan nodded, not entirely sure if that was true or not. “Then what is this?”

“Marketing is still working on a name for it. We just call it The Slime,” the clinician laughed.

“I’m assuming since you’re laughing that everything is okay?” Director Kang asked from behind the privacy curtain.

The clinician shot Tempawan a smile that landed somewhere between embarrassed and conspiratorial. They had both forgotten the man behind the curtain.

"I think everything is all set," she spoke in a more professional tone now, "the hospital you went to did a good job."

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"Not to sound like some sort of drug dealer," Vasilisa hummed, "but I'm assuming if your ending your business with me that you've found a new supplier."

The witch stood over an electric rice cooker. Her familiar, a chubby fuzzy thing, was handing her vegetables to chop. Hyunjin nodded, before remembering that she had her back turned and starting to speak.

"Ye-"

"I see."

He hated it when they did that. He didn't know for sure, but he was pretty sure that the witch could see through her familiar's eyes. Or maybe they were connected telepathically. Either way, he hated it.

"It's not some shady donor scheme, is it?" She kept her back to him. The round rodent moved aside, scrabbling the unused ends of vegetable into the sink as the witch started on some cut of meat.

"No ma'am," Hyunjin murmured. "It's… ah…"

He paused, realizing that he didn't actually know where Chan and his company obtained their blood.

"It's a…?" Vasilisa prompted him to continue.

"It's through my new job."

The witch huffed slightly, but still didn't turn to face him. An uncomfortable silence fell as she worked the extraneous fat off the hunk of meat.

After plopping all of the ingredients into the rice cooker, she finally spoke again.

"That sounds like something one of those trafficking rings would say."

Hyunjin frowned. He had to admit, even if only to himself, that he didn't actually know what Bang Chan's source was.

"I don't think they'd do that. Their business seems to be somewhat based on keeping people safe."

He watched her hands go still. Her fingers twitched, the motion mimicked by her familiar. Were they talking - thinking? - about him?

Vasilisa turned on her heel, fixing a hard look on Hyunjin.

"Bang Chan isn't trying to use you due to your…" her nose crinkled in distaste, "past hobbies, is he?"

Hyunjin shook his head quickly.

"No ma'am," he protested, "Chan doesn't even know about what I am- I mean was! What I was."

Something moving faster than you is scary enough for humans.

For vampires, it's downright terrifying.

Before he could even finish blinking, Vasilisa's ladle was under his chin. He resisted the urge to gulp down his nerves.

"That's right Jinnie. Was. Because we know better than to mess with that shit again," she tapped the ladle against his chin, firm, "right?"

He managed a jerky nod. It earned him another tap.

"Right, Jinnie?"

This time, he forced words out.

"Yes ma'am."

[stay-tinystars]

Kissing Lesson

Ship: Changbin x Older Fem reader. (Ft. Chan)

Word count: 1,814

Fluff, college au, best friends "sister"

Warnings: kissing, mentions of broken bones, nbk reader.

A/N: I've been really busy lately so sorry I haven't posted anything. This idea was based off a dream I had. The last bit is the dream. Anyways enjoy the random mentions of other idols, and the dynamic between reader and Chan (platonic). As always any comments are appreciated.

Ever since Chan walked through the door with my younger brother, Jungkook, when they were 8, Chan had always been there. Between him and Jungkook, they always had my back; stepping up when I needed them or in making my life complete hell. The three of us became inseparable after the day I saved the two of them from complete humiliation in middle school. Best friends, despite the good and bad. When Jungkook went to study abroad, Chan stepped in as my "brother".

When Chan decided to attend the same university I was attending I tried to help him get the lay of the land. However by the end of his first semester he knew twice the amount of people I did on campus. Gathering quite the assortment of friends. Including two friends who named themselves 3racha. Creating their own space in the small music scene around campus.

He was there when I broke my ankle after stepping into a hole after one of my classes. He quickly took me to the hospital, and held my hand as they set it and put a cast on it. I smiled as he seemed to take the step towards being a kind brother figure. However the next week he released footage on the university's social media of me on the meds at the hospital. Effectively ruining any chance I had on dating on campus. Chan was always there, good and bad.

When I graduated Chan threw a party for me, everyone in attendance was kind, however few I felt were actually there for me. Changbin, who was one of 3racha kept me company at that party, and the parties that I attended afterwards. I always felt a small spark but being as he was even younger than Chan, and was one of Chan's best friends I never felt I could cross that line.

As I progressed in my career working a hybrid schedule in the office and at home I made friends in the office. Chan was still my brother, and my confidant. However it was nice to have girls to chat with.

The company went all out in a celebration for our manager who brought in the most sales in over ten years. They rented out a 5 star restaurant, and had an open bar. I always tend to forget how much certain drinks affect my inhibitions. The thoughts I'd been harboring for over a year came into my mind. In hindsight I should've known not to ask Chan for help. However, drunken-stupor me, and sober me rarely see eye to eye.

"So, when are you coming over for your lesson?" His voice mocked, as I answered the phone.

"Chan, I already told you. What I messaged you over the weekend was a mistake" I sighed as I placed him on speaker phone and continued working. I had ten minutes left of my work day, I just wanted to finish this project.

"Please. It's not a crime to ask for help." The laughter in his voice barely concealed. "Especially when I know you have no experience in the field."

"How do you know I have no experience!" I huffed, as I tried to focus on the screen.

"Kissing Namjoon at your 16th birthday party doesn't count. You barely caught the corner of his lips. Plus, you tell me everything." I could practically hear his smirk. "So when do we start your lesson?" He chuckled.

"I swear to God Chan, drop it! I drank too much at my company party! It was a mistake, a drunken mistake." I gritted my teeth as I quickly saved my project. Not wanting a keyboard smash to ruin my hard work. I just felt grateful that today was one of my work from home days.

"Most people hook up with friends when drunk. Not text their best friend saying you wished you knew how to kiss because Changbins lips 'always look so kissable'" He said dreamily before laughing. I took a deep breath and pushed myself away from my desk. I'd have to call it a day.

"Ugh! I hate you. Let me survive in peace." I groaned.

"Are you sure you don't want to die in the peace of Changbins lips against yours?" He teased, paraphrasing one of the many texts.

"Chan, if you don't stop I will tell everyone what happened on your first day of middle school." The threat was met with silence. I finally felt like I had the upper hand.

"I swear I'm just messing with you." Panic lacing his words. "Seriously though, I'd be more than willing to help you learn about kissing. You've got to learn somehow."

"Why did God curse me with you?" I asked, as I looked towards the ceiling he chuckled in return.

"Not sure if it was God or just Jungkook. Just come over in an hour."

"I hate you." I muttered as I stood and grabbed my phone.

"Of course you do" I could hear his smirk before the line went dead.

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Chan stood there smirking, leaning against his kitchen counter, as I jumped up on the wobbly bar stool. The small wall behind me gave us some privacy from his two nosey roommates, Han and Felix.

"So, tell me. How long have you been wanting to kiss Binnie's plush lips?"

"Chan I swear if you say something like that again, I will spread every detail about how Kook and you both-" he cut my threat off.

"Fine, fine, fine, I will stop." He held up his hands in surrender. "May I ask one thing?" He raised a brow.

"One thing" I crossed my arms, as I leveled my gaze.

"I knew you liked Bin, I've seen the flirtatious looks. Why have you not made a move?"

"Because," I sighed as I looked up at the ceiling, then back at my best friend. "Because, I've seen the girls that crowd you guys after any of your gigs. The girls he drapes his arms around. Don't get me started on how his Ex was. He's out of my league." I placed my head in my hands. "I'm nothing like his usual type. Plus you two work together, have classes together, you're really good friends. You've likely told him every embarrassing thing I've ever done."

"That's not true, you are way better than his Ex. You are an amazing woman, I'd say you're out of his league." I heard him say as he placed his arm around my shoulders. "Also i haven't told him all of the stories" i looked at him as he gave me a comforting squeeze. "I've only told him the funny ones" he joked, and I shook my head.

"Look, can we just drop this? I'll even buy pizza and lava cake if you just let it go." I hopped off the stool.

"As much as I like the bribe. I feel it my duty to help you." He placed his hands on my shoulders, and I sighed.

"Fine. So tell me, what is the first thing I need to know?" I shook his hands off.

"Well first, kissing should really only be done between two consenting parties" He placed a hand on my cheek. "Second you should be prepared for the kiss" He pulled out lip balm from his pocket and put some on his lips.

"Woah, Chan. I don't want to kiss you." I pushed him away, and he chuckled.

"How else will you learn?"

"How about you just tell me what to do and I'll figure it out myself." He shook his head softly, and rolled his eyes.

"How about this? I need to know what I'm working with. So I can coach properly. So come over and show me how you would kiss Changbin. Pretend I'm him" he closed his eyes and stood there.

I took a deep breath. It's just Chan, I'm comfortable with Chan this should be fine. I took a few steps towards him. I could feel his breath as I leaned closer. This feels so wrong, he's like a brother to me.

My lips met his, and he didn't move. Was I supposed to move? I tried to picture myself as the protagonist in one of the many books I'd read. I tilted my head and moved my lips. He still didn't move and I broke away. I glared at him in a huff.

"What the hell Chan. You didn't even do anything." I threw my hands up, and he laughed.

"Well I had to see what I needed to coach you on." He laughed.

"Was it that bad?" His expression told me everything. I wasn't good.

"Just try it again"

So I did. I went in and he just stood there. No movement yet again. In fact he seemed to be tucking his lips between his teeth. As I broke away I shoved him. He shrugged.

"You are so infuriating Chan! I just wanted some advice. This was your stupid idea!"

"Well, I didn't want to kiss you." He found a spot to lean against the counter again.

"I didn't want to kiss you either! So why did you tell me to pretend you were Changbin, and how I would kiss him! You're making me feel like a fool!" Hot tears threatened my eyes. The sound of someone clearing their throat made me look towards the doorway to the living room.

"So, noona. Mind telling me why you didn't just come ask me for a kiss" Changbin asked, the corner of his lips creeping upwards. My eyes grew wide, as I floundered for words.

"Bin, I thought I told you to come in here when I said 'pretend I'm him'." Chan shook his head. I looked between the two.

"Wait, you were here the whole time!" I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Well I was with Chan on Saturday when he got your messages. I figured I could maybe help you with the lesson myself." Changbin smirked, as he looked towards the ground then back at me.

"You couldn't have stopped me before I kissed my best friend?" I placed my hands on my hips.

"Well I didn't kiss back so I don't think it counts" Chan chimed in.

"Well how about I help with your lesson? I've been trying to get Chan's approval before I even tried anything with you." Changbin stepped forward, and the world seemed to melt around us.

"Why get his approval?" I asked, my eyes darting from his eyes to his lips.

"Because, you're practically his sister. I didn't want any bad blood between us." He was so close, his breath intermingled with mine.

I felt like my brain was malfunctioning. I thought back to any thoughts about kissing, and all I came up with was, "May I kiss you?"

Changbin chuckled slightly. "Anytime you want" He mumbled, then our lips connected.

[skzgallll]

T E L L M E masterlist

hi! this is the masterlist to my first series here on tumblr. i hope you enjoy the series, and comment if you want to be added to the tag list!

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[straylightdream]

missing you - “𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫?”

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: lee minho x f.reader

friends with benefits

↳ it’s only been a week and you need to see him.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut warning below the cut.

𝐚𝐧: part of my unconnected series called “in the middle of the night” I’m still super in my Minho feels. If you would like to be tagged in any of my taglist please fill out this form.

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected intercourse, dirty talk, names such as baby girl

It’s two in the morning and you can’t help but stare at your phone wondering if it would be weird if you call him. You had just got home from a long and exhausting business trip, and you hadn’t seen him in a week. The whole time you were gone you weren’t actually able to talk much because you were so busy. You wanted to call him so badly but you weren’t even sure if he was actually home or not. For all you knew he could be out with the boys. Neither of you were actually good at communicating, but then again you didn’t actually didn’t tend to talk a lot. Most of your time together was spent together naked in bed.

You had started sleeping together six months ago. Both of you were too busy to actually be in a real relationship, but you were both lonely and missed the company of someone in your bed at night. You had been attracted to him long before you started sleeping together. When he jokingly brought up you having sex to release some sexual tension you practically jumped at the opportunity. You quickly learned he knew his way around a woman's body like no other man you had been with before. He had the ability to make you fall apart quickly. He learned to do all the things that turned you on and left you moaning his name.

You decided to cave into your desire and you opened up your text messages and clicked on Minho's name. You sent the ever so cliché “are you up?” text. You knew when you sent that text it wasn’t a friendly text that was meant to start a conversation. That text was meant to only have one outcome.

It took about three minutes before your phone lit up with an incoming call with Minho’s name across the screen.

You answered the phone and smiled, “hello.”

“What are you doing baby girl?” he rasped. His voice sounded like he was half asleep. You could instantly picture him curled up in his bed dressed in nothing but his underwear.

“I couldn’t sleep and I miss you,” you emphasized that you missed him. You didn’t just miss his body, you also missed talking to him and spending time with him. Even though you weren’t fully sure what was going on between the two of you, you missed his company.

“Baby I miss you too,” you couldn’t help but smile at all his sweet pet names he was calling you. You sat up in bed and wondered if you should just invite him over.

“Did you want to come over?” You drew out your words.

He was silent for a moment and took a slow breath, “I’ll be over in ten minutes.”

“Okay.”

You hung up your phone and crawled out of bed. Walking off into the bathroom you brushed your teeth. You tried taming your messy hair. You looked in the mirror wondering if maybe you should change into something maybe a little bit sexier than an oversized shirt and a pair of sleep shorts that hugged your soft thighs. You didn’t know why you seemed to be overthinking this. This wasn’t the first time Minho was coming over for a booty call and honestly it wasn’t going to be the last time. You guys have been playing this game for six months now. You don’t need to try and impress him.

There was a soft knock on the front door, you walked over and opened the front door and found Minho standing on the other side of the door. He was wearing a white v-neck and pair of sweatpants that sat low on her hips. Without saying a word, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours for a passionate kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer to your soft body as your lips moved together.

He pulled his lips away from yours and rasped, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” you reached down and grabbed his hand and laced yours fingers and led him towards your bedroom.

As they entered your bedroom it didn’t take long for both your clothes to quickly come off. You laid in your bed as their lips moved together, you couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. It had only been a week since you had last been in bed together, but you missed each other more than you probably should. His lips moved from your lips down to your jaw leaving a trail of wet kisses and light nips down your neck. You couldn’t help but moan as his lips moved across your skin.

He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly slid into you. His hips moved into you at a slow pace as your hands clawed at his tone back. He groaned your name as his pace started to pick up. There is something about being in bed with Minho that just makes you feel alive. No man has ever made you feel sexier in your life.

“Fuck your pussy is so tight,” he moans with his lips close to your skin. “It feels like your pussy was made for me.”

“Min-“ you feel like you can’t speak. Lost in a haze of pleasure.

“Did you not play with yourself while you were gone baby?” You can’t say anything, you just shake your head. “Did you miss the feeling of my cock stretching you open?” His dirty words are helping push you closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh my- go- god, yes,” you moan.

His pace is quicker now as he’s trying to make you come. He’s hitting just the right part inside you that he knows makes you fall apart every time.

Biting your lip, you held back screaming his name as he pushed you over the edge. A white hot wave washes over you as your wall contracts, milking him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

He rolled his hips a few more times before he hit his own high. He moans your name like a sinful prayer. Rolling off you he laid on his back staring at the ceiling trying to catch his breath.

Your naked body was curled up against his and rested your head on his chest, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too baby.”

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[m-writes-stuff-ao3]

I'm so sorry the second chapter of Writing on you hasn't been posted yet guys!! I've been going through the worst bout of writers block l've ever had and l've been stuck staring at the google doc until it looks like this every time I try to write anything!!

Again, so sorry! I'll keep trying to write so I can give you all more of the min that you deserve! Love you all!! 💜💜💜

[farfromsugafanfic]

Stray kids reaction to a prank where you’re both listening to a Kpop playlist and you skip to the next song when a Stray Kids song comes on. Please make it light hearted where you’ve both been annoying each other all day for fun.

SKZ Reaction When You Skip A Stray Kids Song

Genre: fluff

Warnings: cursing and suggestiveness (it's only slight. It was totally pure until Minho had to ruin it)

A/N: Thanks for the request! Hope you like it. :) As always, I’m accepting SKZ reaction/MTL requests. Send me an ask.

Chan:

It was almost a tradition for you and Chan to listen to a joint playlist when you each worked on your own things. It was a small way of being connected when you both had to stay focused. After a few hours of this, you were growing tired of working and longed for a bit of attention. When "God's Menu" came on, you promptly skipped it.

Chan turned around to give you a somewhat confused look, but there was mischief hidden in it (think that look he gave Felix on stage when Felix said he liked being called best leader). Without even talking, he'd recognize your need for a bit of attention and he'd take a break.

Minho:

You and Minho always loved to tease each other. It was almost the love language between you too. He loved discreetly grabbing your ass when you were not expecting it just to see your eyes widen. His other antics often were crimes of opportunity like when he got you relighting candles on your birthday.

Deciding to play a small trick on him, you skip a Stray Kids song you have playing while doing some housework. Minho was in another room, but you knew he was also listening. When you did it again though, this prompted him to come out and send you a playful glare before he came and planted a kiss on you.

Changbin:

Road trips with Changbin also involved making a joint playlist for the drive. Of course, this included Stray Kids songs. Throughout the drive, Changbin had playfully teased you about some of your choices, so when "Domino" came on, you skipped it.

Changbin was shocked and immediately asked you why you skipped it and went back to play the song again. After making a sarcastic comment, Changbin will roll his eyes, but you'll see the wide smile on his face as he drives.

Hyunjin:

You and Hyunjin both enjoyed having music on in the background of literally everything you did. Currently, the two of you were playing video games, something you were about evenly skilled at, but which Hyunjin had been winning at that night.

As a petty show of revenge after you once again lost, you skipped the Stray Kids song that played in the background, quickly changing it to a song you liked that Hyunjin was not fond of. You almost immediately were overcome by Hyunjin tickling you.

Jisung:

Listening to music with Jisung was nearly a date at this point in your relationship. He enjoyed listening to the newest releases for inspiration and you mixed in some of your favorite songs. Each of you had introduced the other to a new artist and it was an activity you could mutually enjoy.

However, that day, Jisung had been particularly mischievous that day. From small annoyances like tugging at your ponytail to finding any way to annoy you, you decided to get him back. When a Stray Kids song came on, you quickly changed the song and caught him off guard. Jisung immediately caught on and soon the two of you were in a war of skipping songs.

Felix:

You and Felix put on a playlist while you baked cookies. It was taking longer than usual as the two of you danced to Twice and got distracted, but that was part of the fun. Though, when he tossed a bit of flour onto your face, the two of you found small ways to get back at each other.

Eventually, you heard a Stray Kids song come on and skipped it. At first, Felix was simply confused until he made eye contact with you and noticed your mischievous smile. He'd laugh and the two of you would take turns trolling each other with the music until the cookies are done.

Seungmin:

Seungmin isn't really one to pull pranks in the traditional way, but he had been roasting and teasing you all day. You were never offended, knowing Seungmin was either being honest in his own way or just having a bit of fun. Though, it was starting to get on your nerves.

So, when "Can't Stop" came on, you skipped it, muttering something about being tired of it. Seungmin looked at you a bit incredulously, but he still smiled, and eventually, he laughed before playfully telling you that you would regret it.

Jeongin:

Jeongin enjoyed teasing you in a similar fashion to Seungmin. However, he also would sometimes pull pranks, especially if another member got in cahoots with him. On this particular day, the two of you were out shopping and sharing a pair of AirPods to listen to the same playlist. He'd been annoying you in a vein similar to a little brother.

So, when "Maknae On Top" came on, you promptly skipped it and made Jeongin a little off guard. He immediately caught on though and laughed. Jeongin somewhat relented the upper hand to you--at least until he figured out how to get you back.

[strayfoxxchan]

Y'all, I've gone crazy making these for the last 6 months, and I finally posted them. Have at it!

[minsungjinho]

restricted - Hyunjin x Reader

18+ MDNI ~ feedback always appreciated also let me know if I should make a part two word count: 9.1K genre: strangers to lovers, travel situationship warnings below the cut

warnings: cock warming, choking, pet names, dom!hyunjin, body worship(?), swearing, after care, unprotected sex (wrap your willys), fainting, rope play, rope binding and restricting, odontophilia aka biting, degrading kinda, the opposite of pulling out (please dont), orgasm control, lots of dirty talk, let me know if I missed any :3

Your skin was feverishly hot. Cheeks and ears bright red at the exposing position this crazy artist had you in. Naked, like completely bare, tied, and shaking from the knees at how long you’ve been there. How did you even get into this mess in the first place?

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Bills were due once again, and just after barely catching up to last month's expenses you found yourself in quite the predicament once again. Your part-time job wasn’t enough to cover all of your bills, let alone put food in your fridge. College + Working + Trying to work on your own hobby = completely broke. 

You requested extra hours at work, but you were only able to add a couple of hours to various shifts which wasn’t going to cut it. You reached out to your school, perhaps there was a way to make money there such as working in the cafeteria, cleaning classrooms, or picking for trash in the common grounds. Another dead end, realizing how many other students were in the same boat as you.

You left your number on the bulletin board of the office after asking for work through the college, hoping maybe someone would need help with something, anything that could keep you from being borderline homeless. You took the long way home, strolling through parks and neighborhoods trying to sift through your thoughts on extra ways to make money. 

It was another night of ramen and frozen broccoli, two cheap foods that never go bad. You were scrolling all sorts of job apps, even Facebook pages for people that need extra help around town. You tapped away at the screen all night. While eating, while bathing, and getting ready for bed- until you fell asleep. 

The next three days were classes in the morning, a part-time job in the evening, and endless scrolling on your phone once you got home at night. It felt hopeless, and unimaginably useless to try and keep living by yourself without help from your family. You were ready to throw in the towel and move back home. 

It wasn’t until the following day that you saw a glimpse of light at the end of the tunnel, a hail mary, or a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity- you could call it. A fellow artist in your painting class had overheard some upperclassmen talk about an artist at the school who was recruiting a model but with very specific requirements. Has to be this tall, that build, these colored eyes, this colored hair, and so on and so forth. 

You were able to find the artist who was requesting a model through crowd-sourcing around campus. He was rarely at the school, only for a select few classes that were mostly one-on-one with the professor. He was already famed for his skill and most especially his parents. Photographers with more experience and ability than almost anyone else in the world. They were retired, of course at an early age like most achieved artists, but apparently very intent on making their only son a prodigy of the arts as well. 

That night you set up a small corner of your apartment with a white sheet backdrop, taking headshots and pictures of your body’s shape- clothed obviously. You figured if you were going to indulge in his request while knowing how picky he is, you might as well be prepared. You printed them out the next morning at the school's library, arriving extra early so no one would see your weird attempt at a modeling resume. 

Watching out the window as the pictures printed you noticed a man walking into the building, a large bag in hand with a coffee in the other. He walked tall, muscularly lanky, and yet handsome as hell. His dark brown hair came down to his shoulders, slicked back without gel as if he were born with that hairstyle. Putting the pieces together, you remembered the description of the talented artist and bolted out of the library with your pictures in hand. 

Extraordinary good looks? Check. Luscious brown hair and plump lips? Double check. A toned yet skinny body? Tall? For sure. You knew it was him, Hwang Hyunjin, the son of the most talented photographers out there. You raced through the mostly empty halls, hoping to catch him before his classes. Bolting up the stairs, you make your way toward the Fine Arts wing of the campus, finding him waiting outside of a studio's door.

He was sipping his coffee, presumably an iced Americano judging on the color. It wasn’t until he could hear your panting breaths from running that he noticed you, judgementally looking you up and down before you spoke. 

“You’re.. Looking for a model.. Right?” You managed to squeak out in between breaths. 

He removed his lips from the straw of his drink, and man was everyone right about how plush they were. He nodded, accepting the freshly printed pictures you offered him and thoroughly examining them. He wasn’t looking at anything in particular, but almost looking through the pictures- seeing the potential you have and what he could do with a body like yours. 

He looked at you, inspecting your features, how long your legs were, if your chest was too big or too small, how far apart your eyes were from the bridge of your nose, the width of your hips, all of the things that would make you uncomfortable if you hadn’t known he was an artist. 

“Let me think about it.” That was all he said to you within the three-minute exchange. Your heart dropped into your stomach at his words, feeling silly that he would blindly accept your offer. It wasn’t as if you were expecting a flat-out yes, but you weren’t mentally prepared for this outcome.

You took a page from him, flipping it around and writing your number on the back of the picture along with your name. “I’ll do anything.” You pleaded. “Just let me know.” You handed the print back to him before flashing a weak smile, having to look up in order for him to see you due to the height difference. 

You walk past him through the art wing, opening the last door at the end of the hallway- which was the room for painting classes where you were spending most of your time this semester. You flipped the lights on, letting the door close behind you with a soft thud. The room was never locked, and even though you didn’t have a class until much later in the morning you decided to get some work done in the hope of finishing a project early. 

You took your apron off of its hook, wrapping and tying the string around your waist. It was a cooler day, the middle of autumn, so you decided a nice thick sweater would be a good option for your outfit. It didn’t flatter you though, it didn’t indicate how thin of a waist you had or the hourglass shape that hid underneath. 

You pulled your hair into a messy bun, letting the fallen strands hang with little to no care. You had walked over to your easel, looking at the work you had done the day before. You were about to walk over to the sink and counters, getting everything you needed to start painting before the door opened behind you. 

It was him, the famous, dreamy-looking man who was walking over to you with a serious expression. “What does ‘anything’ mean to you?” He asked once getting only two or three inches away. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at you, head cocked slightly to the side with interest. 

“Anything means anything.” You state, feeling a bit intimidated at how fast he came toward you. “If you want me to jump into the lake in this freezing weather just to prove myself, I will. If you want me to dress like a clown, I will. If you want me to-” 

“That’s not what I mean, darling, what I’m thinking of has nothing to do with proving yourself.” He backs away from you after his interruption, leaning against a cabinet. “I’m assuming you don’t know what kind of art I do.” Hyunjin crosses his arms and eyes you up and down once more.

“Well, I know you mainly use charcoal as your medium.” You start, feeling embarrassed that you didn’t actually know that much about him. “I’ve seen some of your paintings too, but that's about it.” You copy his motions, crossing your arms as he nods his head. 

“Nude. I do nude charcoal drawings and nude paintings.” He grins as he watches your face change color. This was unbeknownst to you, no one had said anything about this when you asked all around about this guy. You shake your head at the embarrassment, shoving it from your mind. 

“That's fine, that still sits under the category of ‘anything’.” He looks at you with an amused expression, running his tongue along his bottom lip before biting it with a smile. 

“Mmm, okay.” He puffs his chest and lifts his body back into a straight standing position. “This weekend then, the location is a bit far away but I’ll drive us there.” You uncross your arms, letting them fall to your sides as you hear his approval. 

“Before that though, I’m going to text you some examples of my work. If it’s something you think you can handle, then send me your banking info and I’ll send the first half of your pay.” He was still grinning, an egotistical one that he actually seemed to deserve based on his looks alone. 

You nodded in response, still taking in and processing everything he said. He walked toward the door, opening it halfway before turning back to look at you. “You look good in that apron.” Was all he said before closing the door behind him. 

In complete shock and disbelief, you sit in the closest chair you can find while trying to take in all of the info. “He actually said yes.” Was all that ran through your brain for the rest of the day, excitedly awaiting for his text. 

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Your classes were completed today, and you didn’t have a shift at your part-time job so you rushed home to eagerly pack some of your belongings for the trip in two days' time. Once you packed almost all of your necessities, you hopped in the shower and basked in the warm water that steamed up the whole room. 

A ding could be heard from your bedroom where your phone was charging, causing you to hastily finish your shower and rush to check if it was from Hyunjin. To your surprise, he sent over 15 pictures of his work, most of them charcoal drawings but some were paintings too. You open the message fully, finally able to see the detail in his work but not even getting past the second painting before the realization hits you. 

Every single woman in these paintings is in a sexual position, either from a man’s point of view in the bed or a bystander. You keep scrolling through the photos, seeing women handcuffed to a bed or being bent over a table, all of it is lewd and makes you want to clean your eyes with soap. The only thing reassuring about these pieces of art was that each woman seemed to be having a great time, or at the very least comfortable. 

You pondered the situation for quite some time, taking the night to mull over what kind of model shoot this actually is, and if it’s worth it. You woke up late in the morning, your alarm not going off from the lack of classes you were attending today. You sit up in your bed, only an oversized teeshirt covering your upper half as you rub your eyes. 

Picking up your phone, you see two texts. One from your landlord, and the other from Hyunjin. You open the message from your landlord first, which ultimately stated that your rent money better be sent to him by Sunday or there would be a problem. You sighed and slumped back into your bed, knowing you were out of options.

You opened Hyunjin’s text, which only read “well?”, and nothing else. You kicked your feet into the bed, knowing you might regret accepting his offer- but doing exactly that. You sent over your bank info, mentally punching yourself in the face. 

Within minutes you got a notification that money was sent to your account, your phone slipping from your hand at the insane amount he wired over. You texted him immediately, asking if he made a mistake- and he plainly texted back that he didn’t. If this was the first half of your pay- you might be able to pay three months' worth of rent once the job was finished. 

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You were in the car viewing the trees that had finished changing color and were now shedding their leaves. Quiet music played, and very few words were exchanged. It was about two hours away, deep into the middle of nowhere. You started feeling anxious, wondering if you made a mistake and perhaps he was actually a serial killer.

“My parents bought this cabin a few years ago but have only used it a handful of times,” He started, one hand on the wheel and the other holding his head with an elbow propped on the edge of the car door. “It felt like a waste, so I’ve sorta commandeered it to be my own studio.” This explanation eased some of your nerves but brought up more questions you wanted answers to. 

Why did you start doing art? When did you start to take it seriously? Why charcoal? What would you be doing if not art? Is the cabin nice? Where do you get your looks from? Why use a live model rather than images online? Why choose me? 

His answers were plain, very little thought put behind them. 

Around the time I turned 4. When I turned 10. I like the way it feels in my hands. Probably some entry-level job. Very. Definitely my mom. Reasons. You’re beautiful. 

By the time you had ended your questionnaire, you were pulling into a long driveway, secluded from any other cottages or homes in the area. You felt the redness of your ears lingering from his compliment towards you. Once the trees slipped from your view, the car was pushed into park in front of a beautiful, modern, yet homey log cabin. You couldn’t help the muttering of your amazement as you exited the car. Hyunjin pressed a button on the dash, the trunk of the SUV opening for him to grab your bags and his. 

You couldn’t contain your excitement to see the inside, practically jumping up and down as he entered the passcode with the buttons on the electrical door lock. He opened the door and let you enter first, a small chivalrous gesture that you would remember. You slipped your shoes off in the doorway, taking in every detail of the way the walls were shifting slightly, the windows that were ever so slightly dusty from the lack of living in the goddamn house. You understood why people had vacation homes, but part of it felt so foreign and useless to you. 

The cabin seemed to be two stories high, with a basic living area, half bathroom, kitchen and dining space downstairs, and bedrooms on the second. The first floor was very much an open concept, with no walls separating the rooms as the wooden floors ran their course through its entirety. There was very little furniture, which you expected for a house that wasn’t very lived in. A basic leather couch facing a TV mounted on the wall adjacent to it, a small dining room table with a bowl of fake fruits, and no small appliances or decor on the kitchen countertops.

Once you found the stairs leading to the second floor, you gestured at them as Hyunjin came into your sight- making sure it was okay to proceed. He nodded, tagging along right behind you with the bags in hand. You opened each door, finding two bedrooms, a master bathroom, and an office turned into an art studio. Neither bedroom looked used at all, each piece of furniture placed perfectly like an IKEA storefront. 

He placed both bags of luggage onto the dresser of the master bedroom, making you tilt your head ever so slightly in confusion. You decided not to ask, or challenge him about it, seeing as you granted him the ‘anything’ part of the deal. You walk back downstairs as Hyunjin empties his clothes from his bag into the dresser, turning on a few lights and opening curtains to gain more lighting. You spread open a thick set of curtains that leads to a deck, and of course, you’re too curious to ignore it.

You open the sliding door, a breeze drafting past you before you step onto the porch. The wood beneath your bare feet is cold, Autumn has set in earlier here than in the city you live in. A couple of deck chairs inhabit the far left corner, but what really piqued your interest was the large hot tub on the opposite side, steam leaking from the sides of its covers. 

Steps from behind you disrupted your thoughts, causing you to spin and find Hyunjin leaning against the doorway. “You never told me there was a hot tub.” You said with a hint of excitement. “I told you to bring swimwear, didn’t I?” He retorted, scoffing before entering the house once more. You followed closely behind, shutting the sliding glass behind you. 

“We need to go to a store or something and get food for meals, ya know.” You didn’t make eye contact with him as you said this but rather spoke to the entire house instead. 

“Already covered.” He said plainly, a knock on the door being heard from the front of the house.

You eyed him suspiciously, not following too closely behind as he answered the door. He shook his head, silently mocking you while you stalked behind him cautiously. As he swung the door ajar, you noticed no people on the steps but paper bags. 

“Are you going to help me?” He asked with a cocky tone, leaning forward to grab a bag. 

“Oh. Yeah.” You slid past him and grabbed a bag as well, repeating this a few times until there were none left to collect. 

You were both gathered in the kitchen, emptying the contents of the bags onto the counters. When did he have time to place an order for groceries and what company would deliver them all the way out here? You pondered, sighing at the fact that it must be the perks of having money and slight fame to your family name. 

“I wasn’t sure what you would like, so I got a bit of everything.” He said quietly, opening cabinets to store snacks in.

He was right, there was a little bit of everything in these bags; from classic American junk food to what seemed like ingredients for a fancy pasta dish. There were a couple of out-of-place items, such as chocolate syrup and whipped cream, though you didn’t pay any mind to that and expected there to be ice cream in one of the bags as well. This menial, married-couple-esque type of task made you feel more at ease with your stay here.

After putting everything away, Hyunjin went back upstairs to finish unpacking, you assumed. It was just about lunchtime, perhaps an hour later than the designated time to eat, however, you were very hungry and a snack wasn’t going to cut it. Unfamiliar with having real ingredients to work with rather than just ramen and frozen vegetables, you had been staring into the fridge for too long trying to think of something to make. 

You had decided on something relatively simple, avocado toast and crackers with cheese. It took almost no time to prepare and left minimal dishes to be washed later. You pulled out your phone, scrolling through social media while eating. It was very quiet, almost too subtle in your opinion. Not to mention how oddly timed the groceries had arrived. Everything about this escapade seemed to be going too well.

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That night, with instruction from Hyunjin, you relaxed in preparation for the next day's activities. You were comfortably slumped into the hot tub, letting the jets drive into the skin of your back and neck. It relieves so much pressure and relaxes some of your muscles that got knotted together by the drive up here. You hum to yourself, enjoying the warmth and bubbles. The high of being immersed in the water for so long starts to make you feel heavy, enjoyably light-headed in fact. 

You let yourself feel the bubbles dancing on your skin, little ones that cause you to shiver and big ones that float to the surface to end with a “pop”. The comfort of an eyes-closed, nighttime bath outside was something you’d never gotten to experience prior to this. 

You stand up, letting the cool breeze of the woods cool you down slightly before reentering the 104-degree water. Sitting back down, you jolt against the walls of the tub, an oddly placed jet shooting water between your legs. It startled you, but not in a bad way. You figured Hyunjin was sleeping or at the very least lying in bed based on the windows upstairs being dark, and no lights on. You let your body relax loosely in the tub, slowly slipping back into the sturdy stream of water.

You didn’t move once your body found the sweet spot, not necessarily grinding or moving around the jet- but not removing yourself from its presence either. You tilted your head back, the pleasing sensation of aerated water contributing to the high from the heat. You let yourself sigh in contentment, not even loud enough to hear from five feet away.

The longer you sit there, the more pressure you feel builds up in your stomach. With the feeling of butterflies and sensitive skin from below the waist you push into the jet slowly, rocking your hips back and forth. Small, quaint moans leave your lips while you feel yourself about to release, your back arched slightly as you move. You imagine the head of a handsome man between your legs, eyes closed as you rock your hips.

“I told you to relax for the night, not to fuck yourself in my hot tub.” Cold hands grip at the tops of your shoulders, fingers just above the collarbone. 

Your body tenses immediately, caught in the act after you assured yourself he would be asleep. You tilt your head back, seeing his eyes glaze over your body as your back rests against his stomach. Were his hands cold? Or was your skin just flaming hot from the water? He pushes you down, your ass slipping into the seat and your clit being flushed with pulsating water that makes you squirm. 

“This is the punishment you get,” He holds you still, your body forced down onto the jet; overstimulating you so much that your legs twitch and shake in response. “for not letting me watch.” 

He caresses the skin from your shoulder to your neck with one hand, the other keeping you firmly in place. He places his palm ever so gently around the front of your neck, feeling the vibrations in your throat while you moan in both pleasure and agony. It was too much, too much pressure building inside of you, too hot for your body to be emerged, and too embarrassing that he caught you out here. 

“Be good and sit still.” His voice sounded lower than you’d typically heard it, but his casual manner toward this situation is what really had you puzzled. You tried your best not to move, raising your hips ever so slightly to relieve the constant fluttering feeling against your clit. His hand travels up your neck to your chin, forcing eye contact.

He looks at you from above, almost amused at your attempt to obey him. His hand rests against your chin, thumb sliding against your lower lip. He forces it through, opening your mouth for you and hooking his thumb in like a freshly caught fish. 

With your lips sucking around his finger, he grins, unknowingly pleased at your response. You bite down gently, doe eyes staring back at him as he towers over you. The pressure inside of you is no longer able to be kept at bay, the buzzing in your ear becoming the only thing you hear once you start to ride your high. You shut your eyes tight, your face a scrunched-up mess as all of your muscles contract. 

Your core begs to be touched, your inner walls squeezing around nothing has you more bothered than the man watching you have a ridiculously overpowering orgasm. Your moans of satisfaction change into grunts and whines from the lack of friction in your core. He notices this, quite early on, but chooses to ignore it. He has all the power over you. Hell, he could drown you right now if he was ever so inclined to. He pushed his thumb further past your lips, letting your tongue curl around it.

He released his grip on you, removing his digit and backing away from you. “Let’s save the rest for tomorrow,” he says through his teeth, obviously showing frustration and restraint. You watch him walk away and slam the sliding glass doors behind him. If it weren’t for the lack of noise you would have guessed he shattered it with how much force he put behind closing it. 

Taking a deep breath you tried processing what had just occurred until something in the house caught your eye. You watch the lights slowly turn on upstairs, first the hallway light, then the bedroom, and finally the bathroom. You took this opportunity to dry yourself off quickly and get your things from the bedroom. Despite his anger and aggression, you felt safe from harm around him, seeing how gentle he truly is through his actions. 

You jog quietly up the stairs, the shower running as you rummage through your bag for clothes. You figured your best bet would be to sleep in the other bedroom, or even on the couch downstairs to avoid an awkward conversation. 

With only an oversized tee and a fresh pair of underwear slipped on, the water turns off, panic filling your chest. You gently put your luggage onto the floor, trying your best not to make any noise. With your hair still wet you sneakily climb into the bed and cover yourself almost completely with the heavy blanket. Hyunjin exits the bathroom as the air depletes from underneath the blanket, making it look like you are sound asleep, and have been for a few minutes. You could hear him shuffling around the room quietly, a couple of drawers opening and closing as he dressed himself. 

A dip in the bed alerts you of his presence, clenching the blanket between your fingers with anxiety; bringing the small hairs behind your neck to rise. His body radiates heat from under the covers, unlike yours which is half dry and slightly shivering.  

You try to mimic the breathing of a person in deep sleep, slow breaths that are steady and not too close together. This was difficult to achieve, your body betraying you with its little trembles due to the wetness of your hair. A TV is turned on, one you didn’t even know existed in this room until now. Hyunjin keeps the volume low; just barely being able to hear the voices coming through the screen. You both stayed like this for what felt like decades, with you pretending to be asleep and him doing whatever it was that he was doing. 

An ample shiver rolled through your body like a wave on the beach, there was no way he didn’t notice that one. 

“Hey, Y/N? Are you cold?” He gently nudges your shoulder while whispering oh so quietly. 

You responded with what you thought was best, a sleepy groan and pulling your body into a loose fetal position. This was apparently not the best option, as it led you exactly where you didn’t want to be. He had pulled your body close to his by your waist, not quite spooning you with close contact but bringing you close enough for his body to warm you up. He untucked hair from your neck, letting it fall past his fingers onto the pillow. 

“You don’t even know what you did to me,” he starts, drawing circles on your skin where your tee shirt left your shoulder exposed. “Had me rubbing one out in the shower for fuck’s sake.”

You could feel the boiling hot air leave his mouth as he spoke, your body soaking up every little ounce of heat possible from him. 

“I bet you’re not even sorry.” His voice drops lower. “Or maybe you would be so sorry that you would allow me to fuck your face while on your knees begging for forgiveness.” He hisses, sucking on his teeth. “All of the things I hope to capture on canvas with you tomorrow… I hope you’ll be good and let me.” He pulls himself closer to you, his hard-on prodding you. You get goosebumps once again, though not for being cold this time, but by being incredibly turned on. 

At some point in time, you fell asleep with his arm wrapped around your waist, his head resting on his arm with your bodies glued together. When you awoke, however, he was not behind you anymore but in front of you. Your arm wrapped around his chest and legs over his hips in a bear hug- your face nuzzled into the nape of his neck. 

It was still dark outside, the stars and moon illuminating the room with the TV now turned off. You didn’t want to move, in fear of waking Hyunjin. His warmth was too much for you now, especially in tandem with the thick comforter surrounding you. Your skin was glistening with sweat, and you decided to very carefully, and slowly attempt to roll over away from him. It took you a few minutes to safely remove your body from his. He only stirred once, but not enough to wake up. Finally, in a more comfortable, and less hot sleeping position, you were able to fall back into a blissful dream. 

The early morning glow let you know as soon as it was time to wake up, the sun shining in your eyes and blinding you temporarily as you awoke. You groaned and covered your face with the blanket, unwavering from your spot in bed. You stayed there for a little while, scrolling through TikTok and other apps until you felt you had enough energy to get up. You forgot about Hyunjin during this time, blissfully unaware when he was looking at you from the hallway.

“Hungry?” He questioned, dressed only in long pajama pants and slippers.

You sit up, looking him up and down and blushing not only at his bare chest and abdomen but the words he spoke to you last night when he assumed you were asleep. You answered with a simple ‘yes,’ and waited for him to walk downstairs before getting out from underneath the protective covers. You pulled on some sweatpants before going downstairs yourself, hair a disheveled mess and eyes still squinted halfway shut from sleep. 

You sat on the couch, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and attempting to smooth out the stray hairs from your bedhead. Hyunjin walks in front of you, handing you a cup of coffee that was steaming from the mug. You shoot him a small smile and thank him, sipping at it while enjoying the view from the windows. A beautiful lake was less than a five-minute walk away, a trail leading to it from the backyard. Kayaks, small canoes, and a speed boat were tied up to the dock, covered with thick material to keep them safe from bad weather. 

Hyunjin had whipped up a quick breakfast, calling for you to eat when it was ready. He had placed the plates of food on the square dining table, some pancakes stacked high with various toppings and sides. Bacon and eggs were on another plate, toast and jam on another. You marveled at the sight, mouth practically dripping with drool at such a feast. 

You each ate more than you could handle, slumped into the chairs with hands on your stomachs. You had the awkward small talk that comes along with morning breakfast, slowly pushing into deeper topics as time went by. After enough time, there was no more delicate conversation but simple banter between new friends. After helping him clean up and dry the dishes he washed, you decided to hop in the shower to get the chlorine smell off of your skin from the night prior. You ran through yesterday's events in your head, mentally and physically facepalming at your actions. 

You spent most of the day alone after that, sketching in your notebook, making lunch, and watching TV, all without the disruption of Hyunjin. You had called up to him from the bottom of the stairs to eat at lunch, to no avail, and left it at that. It was well past lunchtime, about 3 in the afternoon and you had become suspicious of what he could possibly be doing.

Walking upstairs, you checked the bedroom, and the bathroom, yet Hyunjin was still nowhere to be found. A light clattering noise was heard from the office-turned-studio, causing you to open the door just a crack. There he was, still in nothing but pajama pants in slippers while painting the view from the window just as you had done. 

“I thought you only painted lewd things, what a surprise.” You chuckled and leaned into the doorframe, watching him jump at your words. 

“You scared me,” He placed a hand on his chest, some woodsy colors of paint splattered on his skin. 

“I did try calling up to you for lunch, but you didn’t answer.” You walked deeper into the room, eyeing his painting. “I must have been focused.” He put his palette down, and his brush in the coffee mug full of green, cloudy water. “I was just warming up.” He stretches his arms and back, sighing before walking over to you. “Are you ready?” He looked down at you, eyebrow cocked while awaiting your response. 

You nodded, a sudden feeling of anxiety washing over you. He explained to you what he wanted, various poses and positions of your body for him to sketch first with pencil, then either using charcoal or paint to finalize it. 

“What you’re wearing right now is good, but I’ll need you to take your bra off.” After you gave him a questioning look, he explained further. “They don’t look good in my paintings or drawings. It’s easier to just draw your chest naturally.” You followed his lead, slipping the bra off of your shoulders and pulling it from underneath the dress. 

He abandoned his painting, grabbed a sketch pad and pencil, and guided you to the second bedroom. There were no pillows on this bed, only a white blanket covering its entirety, something you didn’t notice when you had explored the house yesterday. It sat maybe two and a half feet tall, the standard height of a queen-sized bed with a frame. He instructed you into your first pose, facing the bed at an angle- you had your right leg straightened out with your left knee planted onto the edge of the bed as if you were climbing onto it. You had pulled your cardigan down just barely lower than your shoulder blades, fingers gripping the fabric with your shoulders exposed. 

He had you still yourself, posing like that for probably about ten minutes, long enough for your arms to cramp and your ankle to feel sore from supporting your weight on only that one leg. He assured you that he was almost done, rapidly etching his pencil against the paper. 

This went on for a while, him sketching, you posing, no words exchanged beyond that. That was until each pose got more provocative, almost pornographic how he had you positioned. Hyunjin’s hands would touch you all over as he guided your limbs the way he wanted them to be. He would make little comments too, like how soft your skin was, how beautiful you looked in each pose, or how flexible you were. 

“Do you bruise easily?” He asked casually; as if you being splayed out in front of him while being completely naked wasn’t bothering him in the slightest. He must just be really serious about his art.

“Yes and no.” You answered him, turning your head towards his voice. His hands were untangling a rope, his head nodding at your words. 

“I guess we’ll find out now, won't we?” His voice was soft but his face showed other intentions. “You don't mind, right?” He asked, holding up the now untangled ropes. You shake your head, swallowing a gulp of air as he walks closer to you. 

“You don’t mind being completely restricted? Who knows what I could do to you?” His lips were pulled into a grin while speaking, carefully starting to wrap your limbs with the silky material. Hyunjin takes advantage of your silence. “Oh, maybe you like being tied up? Do we have a little rope bunny on our hands?” He’s got you almost completely tied up now, hands and feet pulled behind your back tightly. 

He backs away from you once he’s done with the knotting, admiring the work he’s done to your body. Breathing was difficult due to being stretched and bent like a pretzel. He bites on his knuckle and figures out which angle he likes best before drawing. Your skin is hot, a mixture of embarrassment and being turned on by his words. You decide to bite back. 

“I’m not sorry.” You declare, remembering the words he said to you the night prior. He shoots you a confused look before realizing what you mean, laughing at himself.

“So you were awake? Figures.” He steps back over to you, bending at the knees to face you at your level. “Just because you aren’t sorry about it doesn’t mean I couldn’t face fuck you right here, right now.” He brings his thumb to your lips, pushing it into your mouth just like he did last night. You wiggle and squirm, trying to free yourself from the rope that binds you. 

He smears your own saliva across your lips, holding your head up afterward by your chin. “Why do I feel like you would enjoy that more than me?” He stands up laughing, turning his body away from you. “No more sassy comments, love.” 

“Or what?” You still struggle against the ropes but hoped if you pressed his buttons enough that maybe he actually would fuck you. 

You’d never thought that dirty talk was sexy, or even remotely attractive. Dirty talk during sex with ex-boyfriends or just plain old hookups made you want to pull your ears off, but something to do with Hyunjin’s voice, or the way his lips move while he talks is so intoxicating.

He scoffed, turning back to you. “Or what? Are you genuinely curious, or just want to test me?” 

If you were able to shrug, you probably would have; but the only thing you managed to do was grin, giving him all the answers he needed. Your core was already throbbing from his soft, accidental touches to your skin while tying you up, his words only adding fuel to the fire. You’ve already done so many new things today, why not try more?

He races over to you, untying each knot he previously made and discarding the rope.

“Stand up.” He demands, backing far enough away for you to do so.

You sit up, stretching and rubbing at your limbs for just a moment before standing in front of him; your nipples hard, crotch fully visible, and your hair a mess. 

“I’m only going to ask this once, got it?” He starts, in turn having you nod in response. “Do you actually want me to fuck you? Because I won't stop once I start, no matter what.” He steps closer to you as he questions you, analyzing your face for any signs of fear or concern. You nod again.

“I need words.” He orders.

“Yes, I want this.” You’re barely able to get the words out of your mouth before he’s scooping you up, your body flung over his shoulder. He walks to the master bedroom, letting you fall onto the covers once he’s close enough to the bed. 

“Last chance.” He whispers into your ear, his body towering over yours with his hands planted onto the mattress on each side of your face. 

You pull your body up, just high enough to leave a soft, chaste kiss on his lips. His face changes emotion, from dark and intimidating to joyful and thrilled. He slips his hand under your head, pulling your lips to his again and kissing you deeply. He situates himself between your legs, groaning into your lips as his bulge presses into your core. Your hands wander all over him, feeling his muscular arms while his teeth find your lip and tugs at it roughly.

You wince and moan at the pain, just the reaction he was looking for. His dark brown hair falls over his face while he gropes at your breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers. You bring your hand to his head and pull the hair from his face only to grip at it and earn a profound moan from him. 

“Your body fits so perfectly underneath me,” He whispers into the kiss. “like a puzzle piece.” He lowers his head, aligning his mouth to the other nipple on your chest, nibbling and sucking at it erratically. “Too bad I’m going to break you.” His hand moves underneath your head, gripping strongly at your scalp and yanking your head back into the bed with your neck exposed. 

His lips travel up your chest, stopping at your collarbone and eventually behind your ear, kissing, and biting deep into your skin. Each pinch with his teeth earns a whine from you, your body arching and raising into his. He’s enjoying toying with you, slowly making his way back to your mouth. His kisses are salty, the sweat from your skin residing on his lips. His hand moves from your chest to your hips, gripping at them painfully with his nails digging into your skin- sure to leave marks. He pulls your hips into him, jamming his hard-on deep into your swollen mess of a cunt. 

There was no way he couldn’t feel how wet you were, your essence most definitely dampening through his fleece pants. He pulls away from you just slightly, his grip on your hair lesser than it was. He swipes a finger through your folds, your body jumping at the sudden contact on your swollen clit. 

“How long have you been this wet for me, darling?” He pushes his now-wet finger into your mouth, almost deep enough to make you gag. You suck it clean, whining at the taste of yourself as he enjoys the show. He pushes it deeper, his digit now poking at the back of your throat. You gag against it, his hips rutting into yours while sighing in pleasure. Despite the uncomfortable gagging, you were loving every second of this and never wanted it to end.

He practically fisted his fingers into your mouth while he dry-humped against your core, moans being exchanged between you both. He removed his fingers, instead using them to grab at your neck roughly.

“Is your cunt as tight as your throat is?” He whispers this into your ear with his hips still clothed and grinding into you. “I don’t know which one I want to stretch out first.” He squeezes your neck, airflow being cut short while he pulls away and looks into your tear-lined eyes. He pulls you up into a sitting position by your neck, releasing you once your face turns red. He steps off of the bed, grinning, while pulling his pants and boxers down his legs. 

“I’ll be nice and let you pick.” His voice has returned to its deep and sultry tone. His dick slaps against his defined stomach once released from his shorts. Your core throbs at the sight of his cock, so pretty and long. You can’t help looking at it, eyes darting from his length to his face over and over.

“Can’t decide? Alright.” On his knees he climbs to the top of the bed, leaning his back against the headboard while sitting up straight. “I’ll let you keep me warm while I play with you.” He grins and gestures for you to come to him, flipping your body around to face away from him. 

He lowers you onto his length slowly, easily able to prod at your soaked entrance with his tip. His head tilts back as your walls surround him, stretching out to accommodate his size. Your moan gets caught in your throat once he bottoms out, eyes squinted shut with pain and pleasure. He pulls your back into his chest, keeping a hand on your hip so you don’t move. 

Your head falls back onto his shoulder and you sit still on his cock, your body twitching for more movement or friction. Hyunjin’s other hand rubs at your thigh, almost comforting you. 

“H-Hyunjin.” You breathe out softly, your body now aching for more attention at your core. “Yes, baby?” He responds uncharacteristically soft, pulling loose hairs from your face and tucking them behind your ear. “Please touch me.” You plead, attempting to lift your hips, failing due to his stronghold against you. “Only because you said please,” He starts, his hand traveling to between your legs. “and because I want to feel you grip at my dick when I make you cum.” He whispers into your ear, nipping at it slightly before his fingers meet your core. 

He starts to strum at your clit, purposefully making your body jolt as he holds you close. He adds more pressure, rubbing circularly until finding where you enjoy it the most. You clench around him once he does, moaning quietly as your body squirms. 

“Stay still and keep my cock warm, beautiful.” He rubs your sweet spot steadily, your breathing still heavy and littered with moans. 

His voice sends a shiver down your spine, amplifying his touch. You already felt so close. Your stomach full of butterflies and your chest tight, toes curling as your body floods with pressure. He notices this, picking up the pace and moaning in unison with you- your walls clenching around his cock tight. Your legs are shaking like crazy from the overstimulation on your clit. Within a millisecond you feel the rush of your orgasm flooding through you, your back arching and shoulders digging into his chest as you let it overtake your body. He rubs your clit more aggressively while moaning in unison with you, his movements making your high last much longer than you ever had before. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you're gripping me so fucking tight.” He growls, just barely rutting his hips up into you. 

You cry out his name not long before your body relaxes into him, feeling exhausted at how strongly you came. He slows his movements on your clit, still thoroughly enjoying the way your walls pulsate against his length. Removing his hand, he wraps his arms around you tight, holding you close to him. 

“Fucked out already?” Hyunjin questions after a few moments. “I’m not done with you yet, you’ll have to bare with me, darling.” He pushes you forward onto the bed, his cock slipping out of you as you land on your stomach, too tired to move. 

The bed dips, and lifts back up as he leaves the room, only to return a just moment later. He pulls your arms behind your back, using a small piece of the rope he grabbed to tie your wrists. You lay there limp, letting him play with your body like a doll as he positions you the way he wants to. He pulls your ass up into the air, doggy style with your face and chest planted into the mattress. He’s speaking words to you, but they’re unclear because of the ringing in your ears from your orgasm. 

You feel his dick press into you again, his hips slowly pressing further into you until reaching your hilt. A moan escapes from deep within his chest, his hands gripping at your waist and pulling you into him. The feeling of his cock pulsating inside of you pulls your consciousness back into the room, your body feeling exhilarated once more. Once he starts pumping his length into you, the sweet feeling of pain and pleasure resume.

“You know,” He breathes deeply before continuing. “Part of me wants to treat you like an angel and the other wants to fuck you so hard you’re unable to walk for the rest of the night.” 

His words cripple you, that and how hard he pulled out and rammed himself into you once more. Your body jerks forward from the impact and you let out such a loud moan that the neighbors are sure to hear it. He draws out his actions, slamming the tip of his cock into your hilt over and over until he’s satisfied, and slows his movement.

“No one’s ever taken my dick this well,” He pulls your upper body up by your restricted wrists, still on your knees as your back meets his chest. “I knew you were a special one, but not this special.” He raises a leg, planting the sole of his foot on the bed for leverage as he starts to pound into you again. 

Nasty squelching sounds fill the room, the combination of how wet you are and how fast he fucks you resulting in such. He holds your body against his, pummeling away at your cunt and bringing his hand to your neck. Your groaning and whining get stuck in your throat, his ring-decorated fingers squeezing your throat as if they belonged there. Your walls have adjusted to him, no longer feeling the pain of his size but now accepting it, feeling every vein and ridge it had to offer. 

“I think I’ll be claiming you as mine after this.” His voice is loud in your ear while declaring his rights to ownership, the thought of more situations like these in the future had you feeling even more wet. 

“Please.” is all you can mutter from your mouth, words barely traveling past your lips from the lack of airflow. He hears you, loosening his grip to let you repeat yourself. “Please, Hyunjin.” 

The impact of your words was heavier than you expected them to be, a moan leaving his lips at the pronunciation of his name. “Again.” He growls. 

“Hyunjin..” You repeat, whining as you draw your words out. 

He sloppily ruts into you, his name coming from your mouth has an affect on him that he had never felt before. His dick drives into your hilt, his teeth now piercing into the skin of your shoulder as he starts to feel his first high of the night. You yelp at the pain, only making him bite deeper, and pound you harder while your breasts jiggle and bounce. 

Neither of you can speak at this point, feeling so close to your highs. You mumble random curse words as your walls tighten, his breaths hot and fast against your skin. Grunts escape from Hyunjin as he feels the electricity travel through his body, your cunt clenching around him only adding more enjoyment. You feel extra sensitive after your first orgasm, your insides screaming with joy as he wrecks you. Never have you been able to cum without some type of stimulation on your clit, but the way he rocks his dick into your body makes it feel so easy.

His hold around your neck loosens, and eventually, his hands grip only at your waist to pull you deeper onto his length. You try to assist him, bouncing and forcing your weight down with every thrust. “Fuck, Y/N.” His voice is shaking, his orgasm starting to take him over. 

That sets you off, the way your body is able to make him fold brings you over the edge and shaking with bliss. He cums right alongside you, his cock twitching as his seed expels from his body and mixes with your essence. He keeps pushing himself into you despite already cumming, letting you ride out your orgasm to the fullest. You throb around him, a wiggling mess as you scream out his name.

Once finished, you find yourself freed from the ropes, lying on your side under the covers. Hyunjin’s hands are gently running along your body, soft touches causing you to shiver. 

“Look who finally woke up.” He quietly taunts, a grin plastered on his lips. 

He plants a kiss on your shoulder, making sure you’re aware of his presence in your exhausted state. “I don’t remember passing out.” Your voice is raspy, both from sleeping and screaming at the top of your lungs for the last hour. “Mmm, well you did, with my dick still inside of you actually. Looks like cumming twice is your limit.” He lifts the covers and steps out of bed, holding his hands out for you to grab. “For now, at least.” He smiles down at you, his tongue rimming his bottom lip as a tease.

He runs you a bath, joining you and helping you wash up from behind. He’s careful with his touches, gently washing your hair and making sure not to get any water in your eyes when rinsing it out. He wraps a large towel around you after stepping out of the tub, grabbing one for himself afterward. 

“I meant what I said earlier.” He says from across the room while putting on clean clothes. “You’re mine now.”

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When Chris opens his door you’re there in front of him. 

The pouring rain has soaked you from head to toe, clothes sticking to your body and it’s the worst feeling ever. When you raise your head and your eyes meet his, Chris’ breath hitches in his throat - they’re red and puffy and teary and it’s breaking his heart. You look absolutely shocked and devastated and he doesn’t know what to do to help you. 

“What… what…” he opens and closes his mouth a few times, unable to formulate a more complex sentence such as what are you doing here so late? or what happened? 

“Can I come in?” Your lips quiver as you speak, voice broken. You sniffle. 

Chris blinks a couple of times and then he comes to his senses. Stepping aside, he nods rapidly. “Of course. Sure, of course. Come in.”

He doesn’t give a fuck about the fact that you’re practically dripping and wetting the floor, his only preoccupation right now is making sure you’re safe and taken care of. Chris runs to his bedroom leaving you there, shaking and trembling and dumbfounded - he comes back a couple of minutes later with one of his hoodies and long sweats and a pair of warm socks. 

“You should change. Go take a shower and dry yourself. You can put these on, they’re clean.”

“It’s not… you don’t have to,” you hiccup, still crying, and then you sneeze. 

Chris cups your face in his large hand, brushing your puffy cheek with his thumb. “I don’t want you to get sick. C’mon. I’ll make you a cup of warm milk with your favourite cookies.” 

With one last sniffle and a weak nod, you accept the fresh clean clothes and make your way towards Chris’ bathroom. The feeling of the hot stream of water hitting your body is somehow regenerating, and once you step outside you feel light as a feather and so relaxed that you almost forget why you were upset in the first place. Chris’ clothes feel warm on your body and oddly familiar - maybe it’s his scent that makes you feel home, or maybe it’s the fact that you actually are in his home, wearing his clothes after you just got out of his shower. The tears are back, prickling in your eyes, and a few of them actually slip from your eyes before you can stop them. 

“Here you are,” Chris smiles at you as soon as he spots your figure standing in the hallway. You look so cute in his clothes. “Your milk is ready.” 

“With… with honey?” You pout and a smile spreads on Chris’ face. 

He nods. “Of course. Two teaspoons, as usual.” 

The tears are back, and so is the traitor lump in your throat you get every time you look at Chris or whenever he does something that shows extra care towards you. “I’ve… there’s… my wet clothes. I didn’t know where…” 

Chris shakes his head as a no, “ah, don’t worry about that. I’ll do the laundry and put them in the dryer. They’ll be ready before you know it. Just, please, come drink your milk.”

He leaves you a warm blanket for you to wrap around your legs, especially your feet, since he knows they’re always freezing cold. The milk is perfect, just the way you like it - two tablespoons of honey and your favourite cookies. It still amazes you, sometimes, the way Chris knows you like the back of his hand. You hear the sound of the washing machine going off, and then you hear footsteps, and then Chris is back. 

“Is it good?” He asks, sitting on the end of the couch, looking at you with a soft smile and warm, brown eyes. 

“It’s perfect,” you lower your gaze to the now half-empty mug, circling its rim with the tip of your finger. “Thank you, Chris.” 

“Ah, shut up. Don’t even think about thanking me.” Chris squeezes your foot, which makes you chuckle. “You feel like talking to me?”

“About… about what?”

“About whatever was the reason why you showed up here looking shocked and soaking wet.”

“Oh,” you murmur, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not upset at you. Just worried. I want to help you, please talk to me,” he pleads, worried - you can read it in his eyes, in the way he’s fidgeting with the silver bracelet wrapped around his wrist, in the way he’s biting on his lip. 

It’s time to let your walls down, it’s time to tell him the truth. Why are you so scared? It’s your best friend, the man sitting in front of you, and not a total stranger - however, part of you feels as if it’s even worse right now. With him, you know you can be yourself and one hundred percent honest, but right now everything feels different and you don’t know whether things will be the same ever again if you do tell him the truth. 

“We broke up.”

Chris feels a pang in his chest, knowing how you must feel right now. Broken and lost, not knowing what to do. He’s found himself in that exact situation before, when his long-term relationship had ended, leaving him heartbroken and hurt. You looked devastated when you showed up at his doorstep… He wishes he could ease your pain, make you feel better, but right now the only thing he can do is be there for you. 

“I’m so sorry, flower,” Chris squeezes your foot once again. “Was it… was it completely out of the blue or… had things been rough lately?”

Both - should be your answer, which is also the truth in some way. But the actual truth is that you weren’t expecting the breakup at all. There were problems between you and your ex, but you were both willing to work on them. 

“It’s complicated. I still… haven’t realised it. I’ve still got to process the whole thing.” 

Chris nods. “Right. If you need to talk I’m here. You know that, right?” You hum an affirmative response. “Talking about it might actually help you feel better.” 

“I don’t think so, but thank you, Chris.” You place the now empty mug on the small table besides the couch. “It was just sudden and I needed to get out that house as soon as possible.”

Chris furrows his eyebrows and goes into overprotective mode. “Why? Was he being an asshole about it? Did he hurt you?” He instinctively clenched his jaw at the thought of your ex, or anybody else for the record, hurting you - he’ll go beat his ass right now if you tell him that fucker laid one stupid finger on you. 

“No, no. Not physically. He said some… hurtful things, but nothing that isn’t true,” you sigh, and Chris rolls his eyes and scoffs. 

“No. You’re not defending that asshole and I’m sure nothing of what he said to you is true. Nothing.” 

Oh, you don’t know how you’re wrong, Chris. 

“I’m not defending him. Just - thinking rationally, I see his point of view now.”

“What did he tell you?” 

You don’t want to go there, Chris. 

“Just… random stuff. It doesn’t matter, it’s not important.” 

“It is important since you haven’t stopped crying since you got here. I can’t let you believe that asshole is right.” 

It feels insanely hot in Chris’ living room right now. Your palms are sweaty and there’s a weird feeling in your stomach - you can’t really decipher it, but it’s making you feel dizzy. And Chris is in front of you, waiting for an answer, waiting for you to tell him the truth. The truth. The same truth you’d told your ex before storming out of his place and walking to Chris’. It’s a weird thing - the truth. 

“He just… pointed out some things. Like, I’ve been emotionally distant for the past few weeks, and that I’ve changed.” 

“That’s bullshit and you know it, too,” Chris quickly comments. “People change. Emotionally distant? Does he not know you’ve just changed your job and that they’re making you work your ass off?” He scoffs, invested in the conversation. 

“I mean, he’s not wrong. I have been emotionally distant-” 

“It is completely normal to feel drained, especially if your life and your routine have changed drastically. He should’ve been more understanding of-” 

“He accused me of having feelings for somebody else.” 

Chris’ jaw drops. He stares at you, blinking, incredulous. As if you’d just told him the most absurd thing. 

“He what? He… he accused you of cheating? You?” Chris can’t believe the words that left your mouth - well, your ex’s mouth. You’re the most sincere person he knows. “You aren’t capable of such a thing, he should know that. You… you’re the most honest person I know.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, nervously toying with the pendant of your necklace. The necklace Chris got you for your birthday last year. You never take it off, not even when you shower, which is why you had to go get it polished. It’s your most prized possession, and not because it’s from an expensive brand or bullshit like that - it’s because he gave it to you. That’s what makes it so special. 

“He didn’t accuse me of cheating. Just of having feelings for someone else.” 

Chris rolls his eyes, annoyed. “Yeah, and who would this someone be? You’re always at work and when you’re not working you’re at home with him, and when you’re not with him you’re with me- oh.” Bingo, Chris. “Don’t… don’t tell me he thinks there’s something going on between us.” 

Your lack of response is everything Chris needs to know, even though he’s only partially right. 

“Is he for real?” Chris scoffs. “We’ve been friends for decades and nothing’s ever happened, there’s no reason for him to start feeling jealous now. You’ve been together for almost a year, he should trust you and not accuse you of having feelings for me-“

“He’s right,” you blurt out, much louder than you had expected. 

Chris, in front of you, freezes. “What?”

“He’s right, Chris. I… I feel something for you. I think I always have, and I think… I think he always knew.”

“You… you feel something for me?”

You pull the blanket he lent you over your head, but Chris can easily tell you’re nodding. “I’m sorry,” he hears you mumble, even though your words come out muffled by the thick layer, and then he hears a sniffle. 

He comes closer, sitting next to you now. “Hey. Flower,” he calls you softly. You don’t pull the blanket down, you don’t want him to see your tear-strained face. “Why are you sorry, hm?” 

Another sniffle. Chris figures you’re drying the tears with the sleeve of his hoodie. “Because… things’ll be different now. Between us.  And it’s all my fault.” 

“First of all, it’s not your fault. You can’t control your feelings. You can’t choose who to fall for, that’s not how it works.” 

You’re quiet for a few seconds. “So you… you’re not mad at me?”

“Are you mad at me?”

More seconds spent in silence. “Why would I be mad at you?” You ask, genuinely confused. 

“Because I have feelings for you, too.” 

The world stops. Everything’s silent and completely still. Nothing can be heard except for both yours and Chris’ heartbeats. The weird feeling in your stomach has been replaced by a more pleasant one, a more hopeful one. You wish you could turn back time only to hear those words come out of Chris’ lips one more time, to make sure you didn’t imagine them. 

“You’re lying…” is the only thing you manage to say after moments of dizziness. Your head is spinning, heart thumping in your chest. 

“I’m not,” Chris says. “I would never lie to you.”

“You… you have feelings for me?”

It feels weird, to have this conversation when you’re fully hidden by a blanket, but at least you can ask him all the question that come up to your mind without feeling shy. Chris doesn’t seem to mind it, either, even though he’d much rather see your cute face. He bets your cute, puffy cheeks are all red now. 

“I do. I have for a while,” he confesses. “It’s kinda hard not to fall for your best friend when she’s the cutest and the sweetest and most caring person on earth.”

“Stop it,” you mumble, embarrassed, and Chris knows you’re covering your face with your hands right now. 

“Nope, not gonna. Not when I’ve waited all this time to tell you.”

Chris’ hands are trembling, despite the confidence in his words and voice. The one thing he thought would never happen is happening right now - you’re there, in his living room, telling him you like him and he feels the happiest he’s been in forever. 

“Flower?” 

“Hm?” 

“Do you mind lowering the blanket so I can kiss you?”

You’re positive your heart has never beaten so fast in your chest. Chris wants to kiss you. Chris has feelings for you and wants to kiss you - it’s not an hallucination, he really said it. 

“You… you do it…” you murmur, feeling shy. You can’t wrap your mind around the fact you’re about to kiss him. 

Chris finds you the cutest. Grabbing the blanket, he gently pulls it down. Your face is as read as he imagined it, and you’re not looking at him. With two fingers under your chin, he lifts your head. 

Nothing can prepare you for the moment when Chris finally presses his lips on yours. It’s the moment when things change forever, because there’s no way you can keep on living without kissing those lips ever again. Chris feels warm on you, he feels familiar and foreign at the same time, he feels like nothing you’ve felt before, he feels like home. He pulls back only to lick his lips and press them back on yours, cupping your cheek in his hand, pulling you closer. 

Despite this being the first time the two of you kiss, it’s almost as if you’ve done this a million times before. It feels natural, there’s no shyness anymore in your actions, not even when you place your hand on the back of his head and pull him even closer. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long…” Chris mumbles, resting his forehead on yours when he pulls back to breathe. 

“Me too,” you bite your lip, nuzzling his nose, “thought it’d never happen.”

Chris crashes his lips on yours once more. “I never… wanna stop… kissing you,” he mumbles in-between kisses, hungry, craving the contact. 

“Me neither…” you wrap your arms around his neck. 

Making out with Chris feels amazing. It feels like finally being able to eat after weeks of starving. It feels like a dream come true. You truly do not want to stop kissing him, and even if you wanted to you’re positive you couldn’t, because it’s your body that craves him and his presence. It’s instinctual, the way you keep licking lips with him, a thirst that only him can quench. 

“Closer…” you mumble. 

You need to feel him closer. You need to wrap yourself around him, you need to feel his arms around you, his warmth surrounding you and keeping you safe. 

Chris shifts on the couch, but even then the two of you are uncomfortable. “Stupid fucking couch,” he curses under his breath. 

“Maybe we could…” you peck his lips, and then again, and then once more. You nearly forgot what you wanted to say in the first place. “Maybe we could take this to your room…” you breathe on his mouth, curious eyes looking into his and waiting for an answer, shyness long forgotten. 

Chris’ breath hitches in his throat. Okay, maybe you didn’t mean it that way, but he can’t stop his mind from going there. From imagining your body under his, from imagining the feeling of you wrapped around him. He should really stop thinking about it, even though the damage is already done and he’s already hard.  

“D’you mean… I mean, am I reading the room… the way I’m supposed to be reading it?” 

It’s when you give him a small nod that his brain start short-circuiting. The thought of sleeping with you has crossed his mind before, but he never thought he’d actually get to live the moment one day. Like, for real. And now you’re here, in his living room, looking at with with the sweetest eyes, your lips all red and swollen from the countless of kisses, implying what you’re implying and Chris feels like his heart is about to leap out of his chest right now. 

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Okay, let’s go to my room.” 

You cling onto him like a koala as he picks you up, hooking your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. As he walks towards his bedroom, you can’t help but overthink this. You haven’t really felt this nervous about sex before - it’s a good kind of nervous, though. You’re excited about it and you trust Chris more than you’ve trusted any of your partners. Everything feels right and natural with him. 

Chris’ bedroom is warm and cozy and welcoming. You’ve been here countless of times before, but never in a situation like this. You’ve slept in this room, just slept, you’ve watched movies with him, you’ve done research for your essays and worked on your stuff - you’ve never entered this room with the awareness you were gonna have sex with Chris. 

Even when he gently lays you on his bed with all the care in this world - even then it doesn’t feel real. He resumes kissing you with the same passion and reverence as before, the same hunger, but there’s no rush in his action - just a desire of living the moment and be in the present with you. He doesn’t care about anything else right now, you’re laying on his bed and that’s everything that matters - the whole world can go to hell for all he cares. You’re wearing his clothes, laying on his bed, and everything feels so beautifully domestic that he doesn’t want to let go of this moment, too afraid to ruin it. 

“Chris…” you breathe out when he starts kissing the soft spot below your jaw. 

Your legs part almost naturally, welcoming his body in between them, allowing him to press himself on you. The contact his erection makes with the front of the sweats you’re wearing makes you want more. The awareness that you’re the one who’s making him feel this way right now sends a shiver down your spine which makes you arch your back. 

Chris slips one hand under the hoodie you’re wearing, caressing your warm, soft skin. He’s never touched you in such an intimate way. His thumb draws imaginary shapes on your stomach, imaginary patterns that make no sense but that right now, to you, they’re the most wholesome thing in the world. Chris’ hand moves up, up, until the pads of his fingers come to brush the underside of one of your breasts and you gasp against his mouth. 

“Is this… not okay?” Chris has to ask, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way. 

You shake your head as a no and he immediately moves his hand, but you place it back to where it was. “No, I meant… it’s okay. More than okay, actually.” 

Chris cups your breast with a delicacy only someone like him can have within himself, treating your body as if it were made of glass and he was terrified to scratch, or worse, break it. His thumb brushes your nipple, feeling it harden under his touch, and you want nothing more than for him to wrap his lips around it. 

He seems to read your mind. “Can I take it off?” He asks, referring to the hoodie. 

“Yeah. You too,” you tug at his black t-shirt, lifting it up just a little bit. 

“Together?” Chris asks and you nod. 

You both take off the pieces of clothing at the same time, remaining half-naked in front of each other. You’ve seen Chris shirtless countless of times before, but never in this context, and that’s why it feels completely different this time. He looks absolutely stunning and perfect and yours. You bite your lip at the realisation. 

He’s going through the exact same thought process inside his head - brain chemistry altered by the sight of your perfect breasts right in front of his eyes. 

“You’re all mine…” he mumbles, latching his lips on yours once more, his hands on your chest. 

It’s when his fingers slip under the thick waistband of the sweats he’d lent you, that you realise it’s not just an hallucination - Chris is about to see you naked and you’re about to see him naked and he’s gonna be inside you and you’re gonna make love to each other for the first time tonight. 

He starts kissing your neck and then your collarbone, and his fingers stay exactly where they are, touching you slowly beneath the waistband, but not going too far as to touch your most private parts. When his lips wrap around your nipple, however, it takes you so off guard that you gasp and arch your back, which allows his fingers to brush you there. You both blush at the sudden contact he makes with your pussy and clit. 

He lifts his head to look at you, searching for any sign of discomfort in your eyes - instead, you just beg him, “please.”

Chris hides his face in your neck, taking a deep breath as he feels his cock throb and twitch inside his underwear. He starts by pulling the sweats down your legs, slowly, while kissing you. You do feel a little bit shy about being fully naked while he’s still got his pants and underwear on, and he senses that, so he starts undressing himself, pulling down his own clothes. Even though you can’t see his cock, you hear the sound it makes when it slaps against Chris’ stomach. 

Both you and Chris shiver when his tip accidentally brushes your naked pussy, completely unintentionally since Chris was just trying to make himself comfortable and ready for what he’s about to do next. 

“Can I eat you out?”

You feel already dizzy at the mere thought of Chris going down on you. “Yeah. Please,” you beg once more and Chris is losing his mind. 

He leaves gentle kisses all over your skin as he moves down. Your chest, your stomach, your navel, your thighs, until his lips brush you there where you need him the most. He starts leaving small pecks there, too, taking his time, not wanting to rush anything, worshipping you like you deserve. 

The first lick on your clit makes you let out a small hmph sound which you try in vain to muffle with the back of your hand. Of course he finds it in record time. That should make you feel jealous of his previous partners and sexual encounters, perhaps, but right now you’re just thankful he’s nothing like your exes. 

Chris knows how to use his tongue, licking and lapping at your pussy like there’s no tomorrow - his only goal is to have you cumming on his tongue and hearing those pretty sounds you’re trying so hard to muffle and hold back. He grunts against your skin, wrapping his plump lips around your clit and sucking, chuckling satisfied when he finally manages to make you moan. All for him. It’s him who’s making you feel so good. 

He licks and kisses and sucks and strokes your clit with the tip of his fingers, pleased with the way your legs are shaking on each side of his head. He starts grinding his cock on the mattress by reflex, smearing pre-cum all over the covers, which you’ve already stained and soaked with your wetness that’s pooling under your ass, a mixture of your arousal and Chris’ saliva. 

“Chris… Chris…” you pant, legs shaking like crazy and Chris hooks his arms under your thighs to make sure you don’t move and squirm too much, burying his face in your sweet cunt. 

He makes out with your pussy, swallowing your arousal and humming at how delicious you taste. He lets out a tiny humph when you entangle your fingers in his hair and tug at it when you’re about to reach your high, pulling him even closer until all he can smell, taste, feel is you. 

“Chris…” with one last whimper of his name you come onto his tongue, clit throbbing in his mouth. He continues to suck and tease it with the tip of his tongue until you gently tap and push him by the shoulder. 

Chris kisses your inner thighs, your hips, your stomach as you come down from your high, your taste is still invading his mouth and he wishes it’d never fade away. He’s already addicted to you. 

“You okay?” He mumbles on your skin, resting his chin on your stomach as he looks at you. 

You nod. “I’m feeling great,” you toy with the ends of his hit, twisting it with your finger, “need you, though.” The need to feel him close is stronger than anything else. 

“Let’s get under the covers, yeah?” 

You feel incredibly at home between Chris’ bedsheets, in his arms as he finds his place between your legs, his hard, leaking cock pressed on your stomach. You can feel it perfectly, hard and hot and velvety at the touch. You want to return the favour, but you’re both too needy right now, and if you don’t get to feel him inside of you within the next couple of minutes you might actually explode. 

Chris’ strong arms are on each side of your head, and then his lips are back on yours. You’re tracing imaginary patterns on his back with the tip of your finger - at least Chris thinks they’re imaginary, while you’re actually drawing little hearts all over his skin.

He begins to tease you by slowly moving his hips, allowing his hard member to slide up and down your folds, his balls pressing on your clit with each thrust, and you feel yourself getting wet all over again, even more than before, perhaps. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer until you can’t even distinguish where your body ends and his begins, until you’re one thing. 

Chris pulls back only to stretch his arm out towards his nightstand to grab a condom, you suppose. You’re quick to entangle your fingers with his, stopping him. 

“Without…” you murmur, hiding your face in the crook of his neck - you’re blushing and your face feels super hot, almost as if it were on fire right now. “Can we do it without?” you ask him and Chris blinks a few times, incredulous. 

“Are you sure? One hundred percent?” He asks. He needs you to be sure, it’s a huge step. 

You nod repeatedly. “Need… need to feel you. I’m clean, I’ve never… I’ve never done it without a condom before. Want you to be my first.�� 

Chris kicks his head slightly back and squeezes his eyes shut in an attempt to control himself. Those words, together with the way that you’re looking at him and with how hot and wet you feel pressed on him. He knows you’re on birth control, and he trusts you and knows you’re telling the truth about being clean. 

“I’ve never done it without a condom, too. And I’m clean. We can… we can do it without one, if you promise me you’re really sure.” 

“I am, Chris. Promise.” 

He shifts all his weight on one arm as he wraps his fingers around his cock. You can’t help but bite your lip at the feeling of his tip brushing your entrance - Chris makes sure it’s wet enough before pushing inside of you, he would never hurt you. 

The both of you let out a gasp and look into each other’s eyes when he finally slips inside of you. It’s different than anything you know, it’s different than anything he knows. He pushes inside of you slowly, not wanting to rush it and give in to his instincts, and only when he’s bottomed out inside of you you feel complete. You’ve been dreaming of this for so long, and now he’s here, in your arms, between your legs and inside of you, and everything feels right for the first time in forever. 

You’re making love to Chris. Chris is making love to you. You’ve never felt more alive. 

He starts moving inside of you. The pace is slow, excruciatingly slow at first. Chris just sways his hips back and forth tentatively, feeling your warmth and your wetness engulfing his member wholly. He feels the closest he’s ever been to you - physically, of course, but also from an emotional point of view.

“You feel amazing,” he whispers in your ear, thrusting just a little bit harder, craving more and more. “All mine. You’re all mine. My pretty flower. Never letting you go, you’re stuck with me now.” 

You giggle, kissing his lips softly. “Fine by me. I’ve been wanting to be yours for the longest time.”

“I’m yours, too, yeah? I’ve always been, flower.”

He bites his lip to hold back a moan, continuing to fuck into you at a steady pace, sinking deeper and deeper inside of you with each thrust. A soft bite on your collarbone, a sweet suck on the soft flesh, then he cups one of your breasts in one hand and wraps his lips around your nipple once again while still fucking you, and keeps on sucking and licking until he feels his orgasm building up in his stomach. 

“Touch yourself,” he nuzzles your cheek. “Wanna cum together.” 

You look him in the eye as you touch yourself the way you like it, setting the right pace and applying the right pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and it doesn’t take long before your toes begin to curl and your legs start to shake. Chris, on top of you, still fucking you, squeezes his eyes shut, his mouth falls open as he feels close to his release. 

Before he could pull out, you whisper in his ear, “inside. Cum inside of me. Need to feel you.” 

Chris reaches his high mere seconds later, with a choked moan, hiding his face in your chest, and you release around him immediately after. He fills you up slowly, and you can’t really feel it, except for the unfamiliar warmth that starts spreading down there. 

Neither of you move. Chris stays exactly where he is, on top of you, inside of you, and you have no intention to unwrap your limbs from around him. It doesn’t matter that you’re all sweaty and sticky and that his warm cum is already starting to ooze out of you - neither of you wants to let go. 

A giggle escapes your lips, and Chris snaps his head to look at you, curious to know the reason behind it. “What?” He asks with a smile on his face. 

His cute dimple appears. You poke it. “Nothing. I just realised that  now I know what you sound like in bed,” you  giggle once more, covering your lips with your hand. 

Chris’ cheeks turn red. “Ah… Hey, I know what you sound like, too!” He protests with a chuckle. 

“True, but I also know what your orgasm face is like,”you add, sticking your tongue out at him. 

“And I know what you taste like,” he whispers on your lips, looking into your eyes, “and I also know what you feel like when you’re wrapped around me. I know what it feels like to be inside you and to fill you up.” 

It’s your turn to blush now. You cover your face with both of your hands. “Chris! You can’t say things like that!” You whine, embarrassed. 

“But why not?” He asks, rolling over and carrying you with him so that you’re now lying on top of him. “I always thought I knew you like the back of my hand. But you know what I just realised?” He pulls a strand of hair away from your face. 

“What?” 

“There’s so many things I don’t know about you, and I can’t wait to find them all out, one by one. I wanna learn everything that makes you… you.” 

“Does this mean…” you mumble, absentmindedly drawing invisible flowers and hearts on his chest. “That you’re my boyfriend now?”

“Well, that depends,” he says seriously. 

“On what?” you pout, looking at him with big, doe eyes. 

He smiles at you, the dimple is back. “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?” 

-

You hate mornings. 

Tossing and turning in your bed, you soon come to realise there’s no way you’re getting back to sleep - the sun is already up in the sky and shining bright, lighting the whole room. When you open your eyes, realisation hits you - this is not your bed. 

You inevitably start thinking of the previous night, of Chris, of your confession and what happened after. The tingling feeling between your legs is the proof that it wasn’t a dream - your, actually Chris’, clothes on the floor are the proof you didn’t hallucinate it. 

You’re in Chris’s bed. The full ache between your legs is there because of Chris. The clothes on the floor are Chris’. But where is he? Why isn’t he beside you and why aren’t his clothes on the floor as well? 

Your heart beats fast in your chest as you get up and start dressing yourself to look presentable, thinking of the worst scenarios possible. Perhaps he realised last night was a mistake. Perhaps he doesn’t know how to turn you down without breaking your heart. You rush downstairs. 

And you find him there, in the kitchen. With his curly hair all dishevelled and all over the place. In a worn-out hoodie he just won’t throw out just because it’s was an old gift of yours. With his bare feet against the cold floor. 

Two mugs on the table. Plenty of cookies on a plate. 

“Oh!” Chris is surprised to find you standing there. “Good morning,” he smiles at you brightly. “I made you breakfast. I actually wanted to bring it to you in bed, but you beat me to it,” he chuckles, scratching the back of his neck nervously. 

Your favourite smell is lingering in the air. You check what’s inside the mugs. Milk and honey. You smile at Chris - your boyfriend. Everything feels right. 

─── ⋆⋅🥛🍯⋅⋆ ──

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞. 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢'𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝.

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Carrier

Integration

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Stray Kids Urban fantasy AU (feat. Ateez from time to time) | A “carrier service” exists, seemingly only to get people (usually women) home safe after the trains stop running.

Heavy on bad boys with hearts of… some kind of shiny metal, probably.

Warnings: more supernaturally enhanced toxic masculinity, teen peeping on a teen (in a flashback), discussion of a dog attack and the resultant scars

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Pain shot through Hyunjin’s eyes as Minho’s pen light shone into them. Minho tsked and rolled his chair to the counter that held his laptop.

Hands between his knees, Hyunjin leaned forward, bracing himself on his palms. He kicked his legs slightly, swinging them in an entirely casual and not at all nervous way.

"So you're their butcher?" He smiled and fluttered his eyelashes as he spoke, trying to flirt as a defense mechanism.

"If I didn't know better," Minho’s eyes didn't stray from his work, "I'd say you were drunk."

"What makes you say that?" Hyunjin leaned further forward, trying to see if he could make out anything that Minho was typing.

"Tell me about your victim."

"LT? Is that short for lieutenant or...?"

Minho finally looked up to meet Hyunjin’s gaze.

Hyunjin felt his lips curl into his best smile. The one that could get him anything he wanted. Coupled with the deep green swirl in his eye that is.

"Sure," Minho rolled his eyes, "now, did she approach you or…?"

If pressed, Hyunjin would admit that he tried to get under Minho’s skin as he described his time with Tempawan. It was obvious, to him at least, that the girl was somewhat important to this group of men. She had even been claimed by the wolf, he was almost certain of that.

"Wait."

Minho had been getting a little annoyed with Hyunjin’s story. He didn't particularly give a flying fuck about what Hyunjin thought Tempawan tasted like, but he had to hear everything if he didn't want to miss anything. There was next to no way of knowing what detail might be the key.

"You said roses and vanilla?"

Hyunjin nodded, purposely letting himself looking a little dreamy.

"Like French vanilla ice cream, and rose flavored icing."

"And she smelled like…?"

"Same thing."

Minho narrowed his eyes, turning his attention back to his laptop.

To the best of his knowledge, people - regardless of whether or not they were human - only had one scent - regardless of the person smelling them. Minho clicked through a series of folders until he had Changbin’s files laid out before him. Scrolling through, he selected one from a discussion they had following one of Little Turtle’s earlier calls.

Hyunjin watched as the spectacled man scanned through his computer. He had to admit that he was getting a little annoyed with how immovable the doctor seemed to be.

Minho was speaking under his breath as he read through his own notes.

"Old forest growth."

"What's that?"

Minho didn't bother answering the question.

Closing the laptop and tucking it under his arm, he stood and exited the room.

Hyunjin waited for approximately six minutes before trying to open the door.

Of course it was locked.

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"Felix?" Minho called down the hallway.

There was a bit of shuffling, then a blonde head poked through a doorway.

"Yeah?"

Minho only crooked his fingers, summoning Felix to follow him as he turned and marched off.

Felix turned his head to look at Tempawan. He felt like he should tell her he'd be right back, but she still wasn't awake.

Sighing, he pulled the door shut behind him and hoofed it to catch up with Minho.

=====

"I need your nose," Minho said by way of greeting when he entered Seungmin’s office.

Seungmin startled at the intrusion. He coughed, choking slightly on the egg roll in his mouth.

"Sorry," he stood up, "what?"

"Felix, you take over here," Minho nodded towards Seungmin’s now empty chair, "Seungmin, you come with me."

=====

Seungmin knew better than to try to pry an explanation out of Minho. He'd say as much as he liked, and not a word more.

"What does she smell like to you?"

Seungmin blinked a few times before closing his eyes and breathing in deeply.

"Mm… kind of like… gillyflower?" He nodded, opening his eyes, "gillyflower and fall leaves."

"Alright," Minho nodded, "if you see Jisung, tell him I need him."

"Right."

Minho held the door to the examination room open, pointedly waiting for Seungmin to leave first.

=====

"Just to confirm," Minho started speaking as soon as he opened the door, "roses and vanilla, and that's it?"

Hyunjin didn't bother sitting up. He had gotten bored of reading the instructions printed on the sharps container pretty quickly and was now laying on the exam table, getting annoyed with a mis-alligned ceiling tile.

"Yeah, for her smell. The only thing was that taint, you know?"

Minho sat down, reopening his laptop.

"Enlighten me."

Hyunjin sighed.

"From the wolf. He claimed her, right? I could smell it on him, same as she tasted."

"Which wolf?"

"What do you mean which wolf?" Hyunjin finally sat up, "the wolf. You've only got the one that I know of."

"Technically we have three, but I think you've only met two so far."

Hyunjin gave Minho a look that was somewhere between annoyance and confusion.

"There's the plant boy, the wolf, the absolutely feral vamp, and whatever Chan is."

"I'm assuming you mean Felix, Jisung, and Changbin for those first three."

Hyunjin nodded.

Minho smirked.

"So you've met two wolves."

"Look," Hyunjin huffed. He was so sick of this doctor talking to him like he was an idiot. "I'm no expert, but even I know that Chan isn't a wolf. I don't know what he is, but he's not that."

"Correct. Now,” Minho's fingers fell onto his keyboard, "this taint: what does it taste like?"

"No,” Hyunjin cocked his head to the side, “wait, who's the second wolf?"

"Changbin," Minho glanced up for a second. Just long enough to see fearful confusion cross Hyunjin’s features before letting his eyes fall back to the screen. "Technically anyway. The taint?"

"Uh… yeah…" Hyunjin couldn’t wrap his head around Changbin being a wolf. He had presented as a vampire. Green iris and everything.

"Sorry," Hyunjin shook his head, "uh, it's like… grassy. Like a freshly cut lawn."

"Right," Minho typed away, making the appropriate notes in the appropriate files, "and you say that's the same as Jisung?"

"Yes."

"Well at least that matches."

=====

"This isn't how I pictured doing this but here we are. This is our new driver."

Changbin was on his feet immediately, followed by Jisung.

"I'll quit right now!"

"How stupid can you be?"

"I'll kill him and then quit!"

"I'll fucking help!"

This was approximately the reaction Chan had expected.

"If you don't sit, I'll have Minho sedate you both again."

Hyunjin glanced around the table. His eyes met with the only person there who didn’t seem either immensely stressed, nor to hate him.

“Again?” he mouthed at the man. He received nothing but half of a smile and a shrug.

Jisung threw himself into his chair.

"Thank you," Chan turned to the man still standing. "Changbin?"

"This is a joke, right?"

Chan sighed, but stepped aside. He indicated his spot at the head of the table.

"Might as well state your case now rather than later."

Changbin found himself wishing, not for the first time, that he could take Chan in a fight.

"Where should I even start? The fact that he almost killed Little Turtle?"

"She's fine," Minho interjected. "She could have lost a lot more blood and still been fine."

"I understand that you're taking this a bit personally…" Chan started.

"So we're okay with hiring people who attack in public then? People with a history of attacking in public?"

"I'm sorry if that was your friend's girlfriend or whatever," Hyunjin finally decided to defend himself, "but what the fuck did I ever do to you?"

There was a moment of silence.

Felix was nervously fidgeting, wondering if it would be more important to get between Changbin and Hyunjin, or Changbin and Jisung at this point.

Jeongin was watching Minho.

Minho was staring at Jisung, trying to read his face.

Jisung was an open book. He looked ill. Leaning forward, he at least remained in his seat when he spoke up.

"She's… that's not even the point! Jesus christ man!"

"Sure," Hyunjin rolled his eyes, "I know how you dogs get. You make a claim and suddenly your partner isn't allowed to even think of leaving you. I'm not saying I did nothing, but you can ask her when she wakes up. She came onto me!"

Hyunjin was standing now as well. He was practically ignoring Changbin, staring down Jisung as he spoke.

"Claim?" Jisung stood up now, "I've never claimed anyone! What the fuck are you even talking about?"

"Sure you haven't. She must taste like some other wolf then."

"This is pointless," Jeongin muttered.

"I think we've gone a little off the rails," Chan tried to regain control of the room, "if we could all just calm down for a mome-"

"Tempawan is not the problem here anyway! The real issue is that you're the reason I had to do what I did to Changbin!"

Jisung didn't like being the center of attention. Usually when he had all eyes on him he'd shrink, pull back, and try to redirect them elsewhere.

But he had a point to make.

"You almost killed him," he could feel himself shaking as he pointed at Hyunjin. "You left him for dead. He would have died if I didn't happen to find him and change him."

Hyunjin, who had been ready to argue the problems with werewolf relationship dynamics, lost all steam. His eyes turned to Changbin.

He took in Changbin’s features, actually looking at him for the first time. Jawline, angle of the nose, brow bone…

His eyes widened, spotting the skinny kid underneath the new mass.

"God," his eyes swept down and back up Changbin’s body, "you've certainly bulked up, haven't you?"

=====

"I'm perfectly willing to admit that I fucked up that night."

"Fucked up doesn't even start to cover it!"

Chan sat back, watching Hyunjin and Changbin doing their best to speak civilly.

Jisung had argued that he should be included as well, but Chan had overruled him.

"You and Changbin will just rile each other up."

And thus, Chan was left with mediating between his least predictable and his newest employee.

"I know," Hyunjin agreed, palms outwards as he tried his best to ignore the part of him that wanted to give as good as he had gotten, "I'm not saying this to excuse myself, but I was new. It was a mistake. I was a mistake! I didn't have anyone to show me the ropes. I didn't want to kill you."

Hyunjin sighed, genuinely regretting his early hunts. Changbin, to his credit, didn't take the slight pause in Hyunjin’s words as an opportunity to start berating him again.

"I didn't want to kill anyone…"

Chan noted the way Hyunjin blinked, quickly holding back his emotions as he seemed to cave in on himself.

"I just didn't know how not to."

Chan continued to watch Hyunjin. Arguments about Changbin’s extremely difficult transition away from humanity aside, this was good information on Hyunjin’s character. He could kill, but he didn't like to. He regretted his mistakes. He appeared to struggle with balancing his physical needs and his moral compass.

Changbin rubbed his nose, looking away from Hyunjin. He didn't want to relate to the man who had ruined his life. He had been relatively happy working at A to Z shipping. He had had his coworkers, friends, his game nights, not to mention he had had only one internal monologue. He hadn't known the urge for destruction. It may have been a little boring, by comparison with his current life, but it had been a hell of a lot simpler.

"I get it," he admitted gruffly, "I do get it. I just…" he looked up at Hyunjin, clearing his throat before finishing, "I have dreamed of killing you for four years."

Hyunjin grinned.

"You're a man after my own heart."

=====

"Well?"

Jisung shuffled sideways down the hall, keeping his body facing Changbin in rapt attention as they moved.

"It's fine. He's…" Changbin shook his head, "he's a fucking idiot, but he's fine."

Jisung stopped his crabwalk, staring at Changbin as he continued down the hall.

"So you're fine with what he did?"

Changbin stopped, hanging his head for a moment. Straightening up, he turned to face Jisung.

He was tired. He was exhausted. He was drained. Jisung could see it plainly, now that he had dropped the bravado that came with anger.

"What's the point of being mad at this point? It doesn't change anything. I'm still," Changbin shrugged, vaguely gesturing at his body, "this."

Jisung stared at him. Sure, Changbin had a point, but it wasn't good enough. Especially not after the previous night.

"What about Tempawan?"

A low sound bubbled up from Changbin’s throat. Jisung couldn't help but feel a little satisfied.

"Don't."

"Don't what?" Jisung pressed, stepping forward. He didn't have much height on Changbin, but he made full use of what he did have. "You're just going to let him off the hook for that?"

"If she wasn't your friend, would you even care?"

Jisung, knowing that his friend could whip his entire ass if it came down to it, couldn't help himself. He shoved Changbin against the wall, hands curling into his collar.

"Fuck you!" He spat, "she's family!"

"Family you haven't talked to in a decade," Changbin scoffed.

Kill him. Jisung cleared his throat, aware that Changbin knew his tell.

"Too honest, huh?"

Jisung grit his teeth, ignoring the taunt. He let go of Changbin’s collar and stepped back.

"So she's nothing to you now? You've been wrapped up in her for months, but your fucking Sire comes around and suddenly she's not important to you anymore?"

"He's not my sire," Changbin rolled his eyes. "I'm just being rea-"

"Uh, guys?"

The arguing pair turned their attention to a previously unnoticed Felix.

Felix coughed, withering under their combined glares.

"Uh," he cleared his throat, "she… that is, Little… uh…"

"Just fucking spit it out Felix!"

Changbin swatted at Jisung for his outburst. It was one thing to berate him for forgiving Hyunjin, but there was no reason to lash out at Felix.

"She's awake."

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"I knew you worked with Boots," Tempawan smiled weakly at Jisung.

Jisung was fussing over her. He had threatened Changbin into staying away. Well, more like guilt tripped. But having been hopped up on adrenaline and testosterone was adjusting the memory into threats.

He was twitchy. He kept readjusting the blanket over her, making sure her pillow was positioned well, offering her a hand every time she moved more than an inch or two. Eventually, she had verbally bullied him into sitting down.

Now he sat, knees bouncing erratically, picking at his fingernails.

"Felix," he corrected her, "his name is Felix."

"That's cute," she smiled, "but I thought I wasn't allowed to know?"

"Who gives a shit?" Jisung huffed, "you already know mine."

"Yeah," she nodded, then cringed in pain.

In an instant, Jisung was standing by her side again.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she waved him off, "seriously. Though I'm beginning to think I'm cursed when it comes to dogs."

Jisung’s head tilted. He blinked at her a few times. "What do you mean?"

Minho had informed him of the fake story already. A dog attacked while she was taking a breather outside. It sounded reasonable enough, especially given that Tempawan’s memory had cut out approximately when her and Hyunjin had pushed open the employee exit.

"Or maybe I'm blessed?" She mused, picking at a stray thread on the blanket, "some people barely survive one attack, nevermind two."

Alarm bells were ringing in Jisung’s mind.

"Two? What are you talking about?"

"Yeah,” she tilted her head, eyebrows furrowing, “you don’t remember?"

Jisung shook his head vigorously.

"Actually, now that I think about it," Tempawan groaned, leaning back in the bed, "it was right around when you left. Still, I would have thought you'd have heard about it somehow."

"I didn't hear about anything."

"Ah, well it was the night we planned to meet up. You stood me up, if I recall correctly," she laughed, wincing once more.

Jisung vaguely remembered. His last trip to visit Malaysia. What an absolute shit show that had been.

He was there for two weeks and managed to get turned partway through. He had indeed stood up Tempawan, but only because that was the night of his first, unprepared and unpredictable, transformation.

Luckily for him, the man who had turned him had given him a place to stay that night.

"I waited until past midnight, you know," she sighed, "I figured you had messed up the days and were probably already gone. But still…"

Her words trailed off. She looked sad, defeated. Jisung wanted to hold her. He wanted to apologize, explain. He wanted to give her the confession that he had been planning on giving her that night - along with a second plane ticket.

"Anyway," Tempawan continued on, "I was attacked by a dog that night too. I was in the hospital for almost a week."

Jisung felt ill. He felt dizzy. There was no way. There was absolutely no way. No fucking way.

"Wanna see the scar?" Tempawan perked up, "it's pretty badass."

Jisung nodded, completely incapable of producing words through his panic.

Tempawan pushed herself to sit upright, free of the pillow behind her. She lifted her shirt, revealing the skin of her ribs. She stopped short of revealing her breasts, the shiny bands of her scars being revealed.

Jisung nearly fainted, twice.

On the one hand, he was remembering, in vivid detail, the time he had accidentally spotted his friend changing clothes. How he had been rooted to the spot, unable to look away. He had desperately, pathetically, let his eyes wander over her body. How many times had he replayed that scene in his head? How many times had he dreamed of kissing the mole under her breast? The same mole now being prominently revealed once more?

On the other hand, he was horrified. The signs of skin that had been torn and subsequently reknit itself together made his heart hurt. The indentations in her flesh, showing where tissue had been so surely severed that her body could not fill in the gaps completely, fogged up his brain.

The way the mark seemed to call out to him…

He found himself reaching up to touch the streaks of pink.

"Jisung?"

Tempawan wasn’t sure what the look on her old friend's face was. He seemed concerned but also somehow vacant. Had his eyes always been so light? They looked almost yellow, but she figured it may have been due to the harsh lights of the exam room.

He didn't hear her. All he could hear was high-pitched ringing.

"Quokka?"

His eyes seemed to clear at the nickname. She watched as he redirected his hand to land on her knee. He cleared his throat, shaking his head before looking up at her.

There he is.

She smiled at him, letting her shirt drop down to cover the scars again.

"Maybe they're not as badass as I thought," she tried to break the tension.

"No, uh," Jisung shook his head again, "I just… maybe if I had been there, it wouldn't have happened, you know?"

She took his hand in hers, squeezing it gently.

"If you had been there, what could you have done?" She asked, "it probably would have just ended with both of us in the hospital."

=====

"Where's the leech?"

"Damn, okay, racist, first off," Seungmin scolded Jisung, slowly turning in his chair, "second, I think he's in the garage."

"Sorry, fuck, whatever," Jisung ran a hand through his hair as he threw together half an apology, "what's his fucking name again?"

=====

"Hwang Hyunjin!"

Hyunjin looked up and not at all subtly moved to put his car between himself and Jisung.

"Shit."

To his surprise, Jisung didn't make any move to get closer to him. Instead, he simply stood, sizing him up.

"How did you know?"

"I didn't! I still don't! I've never known anything in my entire life!"

Jisung huffed. Obviously, the new guy had no idea what he was asking about.

"How did you know that she had been attacked?"

"I swear to god I had no fucking clue! I had no idea until I saw you and put two and two together," Hyunjin wasn't usually one to ramble, but he figured the longer he talked the longer he was not being attacked. "Like I'd want to give you another reason to flip shit whenever you see me."

That was fair enough. They didn't run into each other often, but whenever they did, Jisung hadn't exactly held back on how much he hated Hyunjin. Nothing too crazy had happened. Just a bit of posturing that those in the know, such as Bori and the girls, put down to the age-old Vamp/Wolf mutual disdain.

"Shut the fuck up," Jisung cut him off. "Just… tell me about the claim."

Hyunjin flashed his most charming smile.

"Well when a wolf loves a human very much…"

"Oh my god! Just fucking tell me why you think it's me!"

Hyunjin couldn’t stop himself from laughing, doubling over and pausing in his attempts to keep distance from Jisung, "she tastes like you."

=====

Changbin stared at the door. On the other side was the one person that had been plaguing his thoughts for the last few months. He could just go in and talk to her. Chan hadn't given him the go-ahead, sure, but she already knew Felix, Jisung, and probably Hyunjin’s face at this point. There was no reason he had to be the one person left out.

And yet, he had put the black and white mask on. Maybe it was out of fear. He had been rejected plenty of times in his life. He had heard a number of reasons, ranging from sweet to harsh. He felt stupid for harboring those words after all these years, but he felt more comfortable with the helmet. The mask was a good middle ground.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked.

"Finally," he heard it come faintly through the door, "please tell me you have a book or something."

Pushing the door slightly open, he peeked his head into the room.

"Oh!" Tempawan exclaimed, "sorry! I thought you were Jisung."

For a second, he couldn't speak. The room was soaked with her scent. Not the head-spinning version that emanated on her nights out, thank god, but it was still strong enough to cling to the inside of Changbin’s skull.

Kiss her. Make her forget about Jisung.

Changbin swallowed.

"Sorry," he started, "I'm actually… you might not recognize me without the helmet…"

"Bin!" Tempawan grinned. "I was wondering when you'd show up."

She could see his hesitation, and she didn't blame him. She was essentially a stranger, and whatever flirtationship she thought that they had could be exactly that: a thought that she had. On her own.

But she finally had a chance to get to know him. And she wasn't about to pass on the opportunity.

"I didn't want to intrude," he mumbled.

She laughed and waved for him to come into the room.

"Oh shut up," she teased him.

She frowned as he settled onto the wheelie stool that the doctor and Felix tended to favor. He seemed to be avoiding her eyes, and the mask… well…

Sure, she knew there were some rules about the drivers keeping their identities secret, but what did it matter at this point? She'd seen Felix's face at her first first-aid check. She'd known Jisung for years. What was the point of Bin hiding?

After a few seconds of silence, they both started speaking.

"I know w-"

"You deser-"

Tempawan laughed.

"Sorry," Changbin gestured for her to talk first, "go ahead."

"Ah," she smiled at him, "it's stupid. I just…" She played with the edge of the blanket, "I know we don't really know each other, but I'm glad that for once you're not seeing me at my worst."

Changbin smiled, not that she could have seen it. Even if he hadn't had the mask, she was staring at the blanket over her legs.

"You have an open wound on your shoulder," he pointed out, "how is this not your worst?"

She puffed out her cheeks, a reaction he recognized from Jisung. He wondered who had picked it up from whom.

"I just mean that usually you see me when I'm all," she shrugged, "messed up."

Changbin leaned back, tilting his head.

"So you go out once a week. At least you know how to get home safely."

"Yeah," she nodded, smiling at him again. He was sure that his heart stopped at the sight. Thankfully, her next words caused it to restart, jumping into double-time.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Bin."