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Warnings: Smut, dubcon, somnophilia, loss of virginity, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), threesome, pervy skz, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, (light) exhibitionism/voyeurism, minor oral fixation, dom/sub dynamics, implied panty kink, begging, multiple orgasms, a single edging, some degredation and praise

Studying wasn’t your favorite pastime, and it certainly wasn’t your favorite way to spend your mornings. But it was just past ten in the morning, and you were cozied up in your favorite cafe, a warm drink in your hand and your notes spread across the table closest to the door (makes for an easy escape when you finally finish, after all). Your laptop screen threatened to go dark the longer you stared at it without moving a muscle, but that wasn’t enough to bring you to type anything.

Studying even when you’d rather be doing anything else was part of your plan to make this year of university better than the previous ones. Which was in turn the first step in your big, looming plan to get your life all sorted out the way that you wanted it to be. So you sucked it up, and took a drink of your coffee, and sighed as it warmed you from the inside out.

You flipped the page of your book, glancing up passively each time that the door to the cafe swung open and made the little bell up above it jingle gently. Studying was always rough, but it was a little easier when you had something to look forward to. So you had come here, bought yourself a drink, and promised yourself one of the absolutely delectable cinnamon sugar muffins that you loved so much once you were all finished with your assignments.

The air outside was crisp and cool, blowing in with each new customer, and you’d taken to spreading your hands over your papers so the sweeping gusts of air wouldn’t take your work with it. But as the door opened again, your reflexes weren’t quite quick enough. The loose papers on your table scattered, fluttering to the floor like the first fall of snow that was looming just around the corner. You cursed, and not as quietly as you probably should have. That of course drew the attention of the two men who had walked in, and an older couple sitting nearby. You flashed the couple an apologetic smile, but the woman laughed, clearly not too bothered by it.

“Sorry,” A nervous chuckle caught your attention, drawing it back to the situation at hand. You stood up to gather your papers, but one of the men had already gathered them and was offering them back to you. He smiled, and your heart did a nervous little flip-flop in your chest.

“No, no, it’s not your fault. I wasn’t paying attention to the door,” You took the papers from him, carefully putting them back in order and sliding the now neat stack into your folder. “Thank you for your help, you really didn’t need to do that.”

He shook his head, and there was that smile again. He was too pretty for his own good, and yours too actually because you were pretty sure that there was an incriminating blush climbing up your neck.

“It’s not a problem. I’m Chan by the way. That’s Minho.” He introduced himself, then motioned towards the friend that had come in with him. He was stunning too, a little bit taller than Chan, with chocolate brown hair that framed his face just right. You smiled at him, and he raised a hand in greeting, his lips curving every so slightly into an enticing, barely-there smile.

“I’m Eastleigh. Nice to meet you guys.” You turned back to the homework you’d been staring at mindlessly. You hadn’t made too terribly much progress, but your brain was beginning to go numb, and with two handsome men in the building you weren’t sure how committed your focus would really be. You closed your laptop. “How about I buy your drinks? To repay you for being so sweet and saving me from complete humiliation.”

They both insisted it wasn’t necessary, but you refused to back down, half wanting to show that their kindness was truly appreciated, and half just wanting to spend a few more moments with them. And with a bit of pushing and a little pout on your lips, they eventually gave in and let you buy their coffees. Minho, however, did manage to pay for the pastries they got.

“Do you mind if we sit with you for a little bit?” Chan asked. You hesitated, but it was damn near impossible to turn down such an offer. So you nodded, returning to your seat to clear space for them while they waited for their drinks.

When they came back, they both settled so they were facing you, looking at you like they were trying to memorize you. It was exhilarating honestly, having two unreasonably attractive men look at you that way. Minho sipped his coffee, iced despite the chill setting in at this time of year.

“So, what’s all that work you were doing? University?” Chan asked, leaning forward, eager to learn more about you. You were grateful for his friendly demeanor to break through whatever nerves were settling inside of you. You loved meeting new people and making friends, but you were a bit rusty at it at this point. You nodded.

“Yeah, I go to school near here,” You told them. They both made little noises of recognition, and you had to laugh at how impressed they seemed. “Are you guys in school?”

Minho shook his head as you brought your drink to your lips. He watched you sip the warm liquid, waiting for them to continue.

“No, we work together. We’re, ah, we’re musicians.” Chan said, trying to piece his words together as smoothly as he could without giving their identities away right off the bat. “We didn’t go to university. But your dedication is amazing. I didn’t even study this much in highschool.”

You tried not to fluster at the compliment, quickly waving him off.

“I haven’t always been this dedicated to my education. That’s why I’m studying so hard now. I want to do better than I had before and make the most of my time studying abroad.” You admitted.

The conversation flowed easily like that between the three of you. Chan talked the most, eagerly taking the lead with excited, curious questions that you answered without hesitation. Minho would pipe up now and then, never intruding too deep past what was acceptable first meeting conversation topics. He seemed more the introverted type, but he watched you intensely like he was trying to get to know you without having to speak. It made you shift almost restlessly in your seat as a warmth thrummed through you.

After nearly an hour, your homework was long forgotten, and you’d all finished your drinks as you built a couple of new friendships.

“We should leave soon,.” Minho said, tapping Chan gently to take his attention back from you. Chan looked almost startled at remembering that they’d have to leave at some point. You smiled at how precious his disappointment was.

“You should come hang out with us. We can watch movies at our place or something. You can meet our friends, they’re great.” Chan said, clearly hopeful. You laughed, rubbing your arm. With a grin like his and a silent glimmer of hope behind Minho’s eyes, it was impossible to not want to go. When you didn’t answer fast enough, Minho spoke in your defense.

“I’m sure she has lots of work to do. We don’t want to be a distraction if you need to focus.” He said. You considered his words. You really did have a decent amount of work to do, but you were already not doing it, and you couldn’t imagine you’d be doing too much more serious thinking for the rest of the day. What would a day off hurt? You sighed, brushing your hair behind your ear as you weighed the options.

To be fair, following two strange men to their house wasn’t exactly the sort of thing that your parents would approve of. However, they had been nothing but sweet, and you were studying abroad for the sake of widening your world view, to experience more of those once in a lifetime moments. How could you turn one down when it was right in front of you?

“I think I can hang out for a little while. I’ve already been studying for a few hours,” You said, watching the two of them share a look, Chan’s complete with a victorious grin that made you giggle.

“Can one of you go get me a cinnamon sugar muffin?” You asked, placing your money on the table in front of you and moving to put all of your things back into your bag. Minho agreed, standing up and walking to the counter, your money left on the table. You tried to protest, but Chan shook his head.

“Let him go, he’s not great at showing people how he feels, this is sort of his thing. Take it as a compliment.” He said. You hesitantly put your money back into your waller, silently reminding yourself that you’d have to pay him back when you got the opportunity.

Once you were all sufficiently wrapped up, and all of your things were collected, you followed the boys out into the cold, huddling closer to the two of them for the sake of sharing warmth.

“So you two live together?” You asked. Minho nodded quietly, still holding the small paper bag with your muffin in it.

“Yeah, not just us though. There’s a few other people who live there, too.” He explained. “They probably won’t be home when we get there, though. Is that okay?”

You nodded. You were always down to meet new people, and if they were friends with Chan and Minho, surely they couldn’t be so bad.

The dorm was pretty much what you’d expect from a handful of young men living together. It was messy as if they all had a hundred things going on at once, but not necessarily dirty. There were two couches in the sitting area, and an arm chair as well, sort of out of place as if it had been put there as an afterthought. Off to the side there was a doorway into a small kitchen that you figured could fit probably three or four people at a time. You assumed the doors down the hallway were their respective bedrooms.

“Make yourself at home. Do you want water or something?” Chan asked, putting his keys on the little table by the door and heading for the kitchen. You sat down on one of the couches and agreed to his offer. Before you knew it, Chan was coming back with a bottle of water for each of you. He sat himself down on the opposite end of the couch.

“So you’re not from Korea, right? How long have you been here?” He asked as you cracked open your bottle and took a drink.

“I came here in the middle of the summer I think? So about four months now.” You explained. Chan nodded. If he was honest, he knew that he didn’t have the purest thoughts in bringing you here, and neither did Minho if the way he was eating you alive with his eyes was anything to go off of, but it was genuinely so easy to just listen to you talk. The last thing he wanted was to cut that short.

“And you’ll be here for the entire year?” Minho asked, picking up the conversation when Chan got too absorbed in his thoughts to ask the question. You nodded, shifting a little bit as Chan took up more space on the couch, stretching enough enough that his thigh brushed against yours ever so slightly. You shifted, subconsciously chasing the warmth that his body radiated.

“Yeah, I might stay longer than that actually. I really love it here, but I have a while to decide before I finish school.” You shrugged. “I’d at least wanna go visit my friends and family back home, bring some more of my things over during the summer after I graduate.”

Chan nodded understandingly, explaining that he and one of their other friends were from Australia, about how it was hard to go long stretches without visiting their home and their families.

“Are you seeing anyone? Here or back home?” Minho asked, looking up from his phone. You shifted again, sitting a little straighter and accidentally scooting yourself closer to where Chan was stretched out. You laughed a little bit nervously.

“Oh, um, no. I’m not dating anyone. I actually don’t really have much experience in that department.” You were a bit hesitant to let on that you hadn’t dated much in your young life. You’d never had too much interest in it, always content just to spend your time with your friends or your family, or with your nose in a book. And by the time that you did want to date, you were much more focused on growing your education. And now, with your plans for the future still up in the air, and no roots planted in Korea or in your home country, you weren’t looking to rush head first into anything new.

“Really? That’s surprising,” Chan admitted, taking a swig from his water. You watched the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, trying not to blush at the quick, filthy thought that flashed through your mind. You weren’t usually the type, but they really were very attractive and you were only human after all.

“Why is that?” You asked.

“Well, you’re just really pretty. And smart. Guys like that,” His words were followed by a nervous laugh, sweeter than honey. A smile tugged at your lips. “I just figured that you’d have guys falling at your feet.”

He made a vague gesture with his hands, and you could swear that he was getting flustered. You tried not to read into it. Chan and Minho were both charming, and exceedingly handsome, and you really didn’t want to toot your own horn by thinking that you could pull either of them. Or even worse, assume that was the reason that they were spending their day with you.

“What about you two? Are you seeing anyone?” You turned the question back on them, and they shared a look.

“No, not really. Minho has a hookup going though.” Chan teased, tossing his now empty bottle at his friend who gave him an incredulous look. “But dating doesn’t usually fit into our schedules.”

“You’re busy a lot then?” You asked. They nodded.

“We’re, uh, we’re kpop idols. Performers, you know? So we have a lot going on most of the time.” Minho explained carefully, almost sounding as if he were nervous for what your reaction would be. You just nodded, letting out an impressed hum.

“That’s really cool. You all must be really dedicated to your music, then. Like I am with school.” You said. They both seemed to let out a breath of relief at how casually you took their confessions. That at least gave them home that you weren’t some crazed fan trying to get close to them.

Your conversations drew on, a couple more hours passing before the sound of the door unlocking made you realize how long you’d been hanging around. You looked over the back of the couch at the door as it swung open. A couple of rambunctious boys spilled into the room, the first was lean, his chestnut hair falling over his forehead as he practically bounced on the balls of his feet. The other had blonde hair, half hanging off of the first and laughing brightly, matching his energy without even trying. Behind them was another dark haired boy, and a taller one with long hair tied back from his face. The two of them were hanging back to avoid getting caught up in the wild energy just ahead of them.

“Welcome back,” Chan called, his tone teasing at the way that none of them had noticed their guest. Their conversation fell quiet when they noticed you, and the blonde smiled. You smiled back.

“Hey, I’m Felix!” He said, the depth of his voice catching you a little off guard. You gave him a small nod in greeting.

“I’m Eastleigh.”

The other energetic boy introduced himself, seeming much less bouncy than he had moments ago, now a little more reserved. Jisung. The way he sat himself next to Minho made you wonder if he was the hookup Chan had referred to, half slinging himself over the man, Minho easily accommodating the closeness. Felix took a seat on the other end of the couch from him.

The next boy was Seungmin, who Chan had offhandedly mentioned wasn’t always as quick to warm up to new people as the others, and it was clear in the way that he didn’t have much to say before excusing himself to take a shower. You made a mental note to try to befriend him later on. And finally was Hyunjin, who was friendly enough for a first encounter. The way he stared at you, however, was a bit off putting, especially when you couldn’t tell for sure if it was curiosity or distrust. More than likely a side effect of working in the spotlight. You couldn’t imagine that they had the best experiences with random girls being around them.

Those of you still in the sitting room chatted for a while, nothing in depth. Jisung excitedly told a story about the trip they’d taken to the arcade, and some scene they’d watched while waiting to play a game. Something about relationship drama that you’d honestly thought had gotten left back in highschool. Even so, it was amusing to watch the way he told the story. His eyes lit up, and his arms waved wildly as he spoke, just barely missing his friends as he did so. Felix easily muted his hand-talking by laying halfway on top of him.

This was something you’d missed recently, a friend group to just relax with and spend your free time around. Ever since entering college, your friend group had been small, even more so once you decided to study abroad, leaving your friends back home. You hoped that maybe this could be a nice replacement for the time being.

Once Jisung had finished his story, Minho put his phone aside. “Where are Changbin and Jeongin?”

You could practically see Minho starting to come out of his shell now, and as he did, the cold exterior he’d begun with started to melt away. He was smiling more, goofing off with his friends. It was cute, actually. All of it was; how close they all were, and the way they were so comfortable being themselves around each other. Not to mention the way that they welcomed you with open arms.

“Changbin hyung wanted to go to the gym. Innie went with him. Didn’t want to slack between schedules,” Seungmin said, scoffing lightly. You laughed. You fell in easily with them, the same way you had with Chan and Minho. The conversations drew on, topped off with takeout once the other two came back home and were introduced. You let yourself relax around the boys in a way you never had before.

You’d left after dark that evening, having spent most of your day there. You’d learned that they’d just finished a promotion schedule, that they’d have more time on their hands than they had for a while. You’d also learned that they were planning a sleepover to celebrate. Movies, games, snacks. One that you were invited to without hesitation.

You spent the next week visiting them during every moment that you weren’t in class, even when you were just laying on the couch or one of their beds doing your homework. Their home became yours, and they were quickly becoming your favorite part of studying abroad. When the sleepover came around, you had already left a few outfits and bathroom supplies at the dorm, so you came straight after class to find the boys spread around the room.

They argued over whose room you would sleep in for hours before you’d even had dinner, which was endearing to say the least. You had watched a couple of movies, and watched the boys play video games and bicker about them. It was after this, once everyone had started getting tired, turned to their phones as the energy died down that Chan turned to you where you were curled up against him.

“Did you decided who you want to sleep with?” Chan asked. They’d opted to set up a makeshift bed in the middle of the room, but it looked like only a few of you were going to make it into a proper sleeping arrangement. Felix had already fallen asleep on one couch wrapped tight around Seungmin who didn’t look to be too terribly far behind him, his phone starting to slip out of his hand as his eyes fell shut. Meanwhile Jisung was curled up on the other couch with Changbin half-asleep opposite him. You looked at the bed the rest of you would share.

“Um,” You looked then at the boys who were still awake. “I don’t think it really matters.”

Minho was already settling down in the furthest pile of blankets. He waved you over.

“You can sleep here. That way you won’t have to trip over anyone if you need to get up,” He said, clearing the outside space for you. You smiled appreciatively.

“Thanks, Min,” You looked at the others to see if any of them had any objections, but none of them said anything. So you took the spot with another thank you to Minho. He didn’t say much, but you’d gotten used to reading into his body language. Especially when he was tired, and he seemed quietly pleased with your willingness to sleep beside him.

There was a little more talking and laughter as you all settled in, phones getting put away and blankets pulled around everyone. You found yourself pressed closer to Minho’s side, the two of you sharing a blanket. Your legs were pressed against one another’s, and the warmth of his body beside you had your mind straying. Maybe you were a bit touch starved after being away from your friends and family for so long.

Still, despite the thrumming warmth inside of you, you were eventually able to fall asleep. Minho was careful not to move, not wanting to risk disturbing you. You slept soundly for a while, only stirring to the feeling of Minho rolling over, slinging his arm sleepily around your waist and pulling you tight to his front. Honestly, you weren’t awake enough to think anything of it when you roused up a second time.

You hummed softly, squeezing your eyes shut as if that would lull you back into sleep. You were barely conscious, only focused on the tickling sensation along the front of your thighs. You shifted, and it didn’t stop. You pouted a little, fully intending to ignore it and go back to sleep when you felt the front of your nightgown shift, riding further and further up until the touch was firm enough to recognize. A hand, touching gentle and slow over the smooth skin of your thighs, sneaking your nightgown out of the way to trace the waistband of your panties. Your breath hitched, heart picking up to pound against your ribcage.

“So pretty,” The voice was just a whisper, air brushing past your ear. “I can’t help myself. But you don’t mind, do you?”

It was Minho, his voice low in the quiet of the room where all of your friends were sleeping soundly. His fingers slipped under the flimsy fabric of your panties. You were frozen, trying to wrap your barely awakened mind around the feeling of his fingers stroking your core, teasing you into arousal.

“I saw the way you were looking at me. Looking at all of us like a pretty little slut,” His words stung in an unfamiliar way, but the tone of his voice was like pure sugar, making your chest buzz. You squirmed a little, trying to escape the touch so you could at least think straight. You should be getting up, pushing him away and hitting him for touching you like that while you were sleeping.

“Minho,” You whispered, the desperation on the tail end of his name sounding almost like lust as you pushed his arm away. He just chuckled, he was close enough that his lips pressed ust below your ear. The sound of his voice sent a chill down your spine as he dipped his middle finger between your folds, spreading the growing wetness that he found there.

“There’s my babygirl. Shh, quit pushing,” He shushed you gently, kissing your neck a few more times. His voice was stern but sweet. Your stomach jumped, twisted. You whined.

“What are you doing?” You asked, still squirming, but it was hard to fight when the foreign sensation was catching you off guard. When it felt good to have him touch you the way that he was, ways you’d only ever touched yourself before.

“Taking care of you. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Gonna ruin you just like you want me to.” He told you, dipping his head lower to mouth down your neck, swirling his tongue over your pulse point. You hadn’t realized that you were overheating until you felt his breath on your skin. You let out a sigh as he sunk his finger into you, curling it just enough to press into your most sensitive spot. You could hear the smirk in his voice when he spoke again. “Hush, pretty girl, don’t wanna wake the boys up.”

You felt your heart leap. You didn’t want to wake the other boys up. How could you ever face them knowing that you were being fingered open on their sitting room floor while they were all oblivious to it.

“Please,” You whispered, his finger pumping slowly inside of you, dragging a warmth from your core to spread through your entire body like wildfire. You wanted him to stop, even if it felt good, you were too deep in your head. But you couldn’t seem to ask him for that, not with the pressure in your lower tummy building with every pass of his thumb over your clit, every press of his finger inside of you.

“I know,” He cooed. “I know, feels so good. Can’t even ask for what you want. Wanna cum, babygirl?”

He was taunting you, his voice a little louder than it should have been. Your back arched off the makeshift bed you were laying in, your hips grinding closer to his touch against your will. You shook your head a little, but he didn’t stop. Instead he slipped a second finger into you carefully. You bit back a pathetic moan at the feeling, biting down on the inside of your cheek.

“There you go, you’re so close. Doing so good. Can you feel how tight you're squeezing my fingers?” He hissed lowly, scissoring two fingers inside of you and then picking up his pace. The speed made you bite your lip, burying your face into the pillow you’d borrowed. It wasn’t too fast, not enough to overwhelm you completely, but it was enough to make your head spin. Your breath was coming out faster now, sharp gasps and hushed exhales as he fingered you straight into an orgasm.

His hand came to cover your mouth, but not before another too-loud moan slipped past your lips. You clutched at his wrist, silently begging him to keep his hand in place and using him to ground yourself in reality. He pulled his fingers out slowly, continuing to rub your clit until your eyes started twitching shut from the overstimulation. He finally pulled his hands away then, wiping your juices off on the inside of your thigh.

“See, that wasn’t worth all that fighting, was it?” He leaned over, pressing a kiss to your parted lips. His teeth caught your bottom lip, tugging at it gently as he pulled away. You followed him, curling against his chest as you tried to catch your breath.

Part of you was mortified. You’d never been touched by anyone but yourself before him, and the first time someone had made you cum it happened in a room full of your friends while they slept. Still, something about that sent another wave of sparks through your stomach. You opted instead to just bask in the afterglow of one of the best orgasms of your life.

It was quiet for a little bit as Minho stroked your hair, letting you come down from your high. Then a voice spoke from the silence on the other side of the room.

“You’re supposed to share your tongue, hyung,” Han spoke up, propping himself up against the arm of the couch. You looked up, mostly because you couldn’t fully believe what you’d just heard him say. But there he was, Han Jisung in all of his bed-headed glory, chewing on his bottom lip and looking at you like you were his favorite snack.

“Sure, you know I always share. Thought you were sleeping,” Minho said, still quiet and holding you close to him. “Let’s take this somewhere else though. Don’t think she’s ready for everyone all at once.”

He’d barely finished his suggestion when Jisung was springing to his feet, careful not to disturb the others as he moved. He reached his hand out to you, and you took it with a little hesitation, still thinking about what Minho had said about you not being ready. Still, a building part of your mind was desperate for this, your pussy aching with need despite having just gotten off. Maybe you were still just tired, but you desperately wanted to see what the boys had in store of you.

Jisung led you down the hall to his room, pushing open the door. Minho wasn’t far behind, making a pit stop in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before padding into the dark bedroom. Jisung turned on the lamp, telling you to get comfortable on the bed.

You tried to obey, but it was hard to fully get comfortable when you were so entirely on edge.

“She looks nervous,” The younger of the two noted. Minho nodded.

“She’s never done this before. Wanna be her first, Sungie?” He asked, stripping off the plain black shirt he’d been sleeping in, leaving him in just a pair of pajama pants slung low over his hips. You shivered at the way they were talking about you like you weren’t even there.

Jisung looked like he was seconds away from pouncing on you, his eyes running up and down your figure, though it was mostly hidden under the nightgown you’d picked out. He nodded.

“Yeah. You want that too, don’t you pretty thing? Want me to fill you up?” Jisung stripped off the hoodie he had on, and pushed the sweatpants that covered his lower half off so he was left in only his boxers, which weren’t doing a great job of hiding his straining erection.

You didn’t answer right away, your eyes still fixated on his arousal. He laughed affectionately. His voice was rougher now, rich with lust, but the sound of his laugh was just as sweet and charming as it had been the moment you’d met him.

“I think he asked you a question. Better answer him,” Minho told you. You looked over at him, eyes wide and giving you a look much like a startled bunny. Minho was leaned up against the wall, palming himself through his pants. You swallowed, looking back to where Jisung was watching, waiting expectantly for your answer.

“Yes, please,” You said quietly. Jisung smile, leaning a little closer and cupping his hand behind his ear.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught that. Can you repeat it for me, baby?” Your face burned red hot.

“Please, Ji, I want you.” You repeated, this time a little louder. The words weighed heavy on your tongue, feeling clumsy and entirely unsexy as you mumbled the words. You’d never said anything like that out loud before. The boys, however, were clearly satisfied with your answer if they way Jisung closed in on you was anything to go by.

He tucked two fingers under your chin, tilting it up to face him. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, smirking at the way that you eagerly followed him when he pulled away.

“Take that off,” He ordered firmly. The contrast between his gentle touch and the firmness of his voice made your heart pick up again, and you only hesitated a little. All thoughts of not giving in were gone when you saw the muscle in his jaw tick impatient. You shifted up enough to pull your nightgown over your head, setting it aside on his bed.

Having two men look at you like you were a feast all laid out for them did something to you. Your head tipped up with pride, and a wave of lust washed over you, dragging you deeper into the feeling like ocean tides. Jisung moved closer again, reaching out to run his hands along your bare sides. You were left in just your panties now, and your decision to sleep without a bra was brought to the forefront of your mind as he cupped your bare tits in his palms. Your eyelids fluttered shut.

His every touch was gentle as if you were made of porcelain, a priceless piece of art that he couldn’t bear to damage. His thumbs brushed the hardened peaks of your nipples, back and forth slowly until you were struggling to stay still under his ministrations.

“We don’t have all night,” Minho pointed out, his hand entirely down his pants now, though the way his hand barely moved gave you the impression that he was just trying to take the edge off as he waited for Jisung to get on with things. The younger of the two huffed, a half pout plumping his bottom lip as he looked at his elder.

“I don’t wanna break her, hyung.” He whined. Your stomach twisted at the idea of what he could possibly do to break you, another rush of wetness pooling between your thighs. He patted your hip. “Scoot up a little, lay back.”

You didn’t hesitate, doing exactly as he said and wiggling up on the mattress so you could lay down with plenty of space for both of them to follow you. And follow they did. Jisung kneeled on the bed, pushing your legs open so he could slot himself between them. He dipped his head, kissing along your jaw, down your neck, your collarbone. You closed your eyes, your fingers finding purchase in his hair as Minho sat beside you, his touch skidding after every press of Jisung’s lips to your skin.

It was hard to focus on anything other than the heavy warmth of Jisung’s mouth as his tongue ran circles over your skin, and the way Minho’s fingers touched your most sensitive patches of skin like you were a priceless gift to be treasured. Jisungs lips didn’t take very long to find their way to your tits, dutifully sucking your nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around until it was fully hardened while Minho pinched and tugged at the other. Once Jisung was fully satisfied, they switched sides, repeating the process over again.

You squirmed beneath them, your hips lifting up in an attempt to find some sort of friction against your aching core. Jisung chuckled, pulling away from your breasts with a satisfied hum.

“What was it we said about asking, babygirl?” He asked sweetly, pushing your hips back down onto the bed before returning to the achingly slow process of kissing down your stomach, his teeth digging against the soft skin there to hear the little gasps and whimpers it earned from you.

“I’m sorry, Ji,” You breathed out, “I’ll be good. Promise I’ll ask better.”

Minho groaned, his head dropping back at how easily you gave in to their rules. With his free hand he’d managed to push his pants off, leaving his hard cock exposed. You watched him stroke it slowly, losing all of the thoughts you’d been having as your tongue swiped over your lower lip. You’d never seen a cock in person before, and you’d always figured it would be nothing special, but the way his length curved just a little, the tiny bead of precum sitting pretty at the tip, it was mouthwatering.

“Go on then, ask for what you want. Show us how pretty you can beg.” Minho urged. You nodded almost frantically, and Jisung stifled a giggle against the spot near your hip that he’d begun sucking at, determined to mark up that silken skin of yours.

“Please, Ji, want you to touch me. Want you to make me feel good,” You begged, wiggling again. He laid a slap to the outside of your thigh. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but you did make a startled squeak at the sound.

“More,”

“I need it, I need you.” You sounded pathetic as you continued asking him for something – anything – more than what you were getting. “Please take me. I wanna be so good for you. Wanna let you take care of me, make you feel good. Please.”

You were too far gone to properly think about how filthy your words were, and if you had you’d be blushing up a storm, but it got you exactly what you wanted.

Jisung sat back on his heels, pulling your panties off of you and marveling at the way that the crotch of them glistened with your juices. He tossed them to Minho, who caught them and dropped them into the drawer by his bed. Then the younger boy was slipping lower on the bed, his shoulders nudging your thighs open even more. He dipped his head, running his tongue between your soaked folds without so much as a warning. And one taste didn’t do anything except make him desperate for ore.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pinning your hips in place as he eagerly started in on your pussy, working his tongue around your clit and sucking. He didn’t give you too much, dancing the line between not enough, and absolutely perfect. You were grasping for anything you could find to keep your composure, your hands moving from your thighs, to the sheets, to his hair, and back again.

“Jisung,” You whined, squeezing your eyes shut. You weren’t completely innocent, but this wasn’t like any pleasure you could give yourself. “Need more, please, please, please Ji.”

He chuckled against your warmth, dipping his tongue through your folds again before pulling away to spread your pussy open in front of his face.

“Pretty little thing needs more? Wanna cum on my tongue?” He cooed. Your hole clenched at the words, more of your juices flooding onto his fingers. You nodded, your words melting into senseless moans on your lips. It would have been humiliating if you didn’t feel like you were floating.

“Gotta be quiet if you want us to keep going, sweetheart.” Minho said. He was standing up now, still stroking himself. You looked at him desperately, pressing your lips shut as he stepped closer. He reached down, caressing the side of your face before brushing his thumb across the seam of your lips, gently prodding until you opened up for his thumb.

You sucked gently, swirling your tongue around the tip of it until he moaned and retracted his hand. The way you looked at him, pupils blown wide, lips still parted and glistening with your spit, it was damn near pornagraphic, and he cursed himself for not thinking to grab his phone and record this. He pressed closer, tapping the head of his dick against your mouth and watching the way you instinctively opened up for him.

“Can’t be all noisy with your pretty little mouth stuffed full, hm?” He said, slowly pressing the tip into your mouth, his eyes shutting at the way you suckled on it until he pushed further into it. He was heavy against your tongue, his taste coating your mouth in a silent claim to you.

Just having them both touching you at the same time felt like heaven, even more so when the finger Jisung had been circling your clit with slid into you, curling up against a spot you didn’t even know existed inside of you. He seemed pleased when you rocked into his touch, repeating the motion and lapping at the wetness that he coaxed out of you. You moaned, the sound muffled around the cock thrusting lazily into your mouth.

The two of them were watching you intently, Minho stroking his fingers through your hair every time the tip of his cock would tease a little too deep into your throat and make the muscles flutter around him there. Jisung palmed at your thighs and hips gently while he fingered you open and ate you like a man starved. Your orgasm wasn’t going to sneak up on them, and the moment your muscles began to tense, the instant your breath picked up and your hips chased Jisung’s touch, he was pulling away completely.

The blissful heat in your body turned searing, and you whimpered. You had been so close, the pressure building had been heavenly, but now it damn near made you sob. You wiggled more, desperate to have his hands on you again.

“Come on,” Minho coaxed, pulling out of your mouth, and Jisung dipped his head again, his lips moving over the sensitive skin of your thighs. You knew quickly what you had to do.

“Please. Please please please, I need to cum. Need to feel you, I can’t take it,” You said breathlessly, writhing even more.

“Good girl,” Jisung praised, sitting up so he could line his aching cock up with your hole. Minho stroked himself, his other hand still carding through your hair as Jisung started to push into you. Jisung’s cock was just as pretty as Minho’s, though not as long and almost intimidatingly thick.

“Ready babygirl?” Gonna take his cock like a perfect little toy?” Minho asked, tugging on your hair so you’d look at him. You nodded, your hand scrambling to grip at his muscled thighs as Jisung started pushing into you. The feeling stung, and it was only partially offset by his thumb swirling figure eights against your clit. All the while they murmured praise your way, shushing your whines until you were filled with him.

Your chest heaved with desperate breaths as you tried to adjust to the feeling of being split open on his dick. You looked at Minho, watching the way he stroked himself as Jisung rolled his hips into yours, once, twice, three times.

“Fuck, look at you baby. Look how your pussy just sucks him in. So hungry for him,” Minho mused.

“So much,” You murmured breathlessly, your hips wiggling underneath his thrusts. He chuckled proudly, slowly beginning to pick up his pace. You nearly sobbed at the first feeling of not being full, but you didn’t even have enough time to voice your neediness before he was filling you up again.

You were having a hard time keeping your voice down again, so Jisung slid two fingers into your mouth. You’d never felt this good before, your mind hazy and your chest warm.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Minho warned. You blinked up at him, having half forgotten that he was jerking himself off at all. Jisung carefully opened your mouth, pulling your jaw down with his fingers, and it was only a matter of moments before Minho was shooting his cum onto your face, most of it landing on your lips or painting your cheeks. Once he was done, Jisung used his fingers to scoop the liquid into your mouth. You sucked his fingers clean, moaning around them eagerly.

“So fucking load, babygirl. I knew you wanted everyone to know you’re our pretty little whore,” Jisung mused, pulling his fingers out of your mouth so he could grip your hips properly, tugging you to meet his thrusts. “Show me how good my cock feels, wanna see you cum on it.”

His words had your head spinning, and you didn’t stand a single chance. The thought of having the boys listening to you get fucked for the first time was too much. You came around his dick, and he didn’t slow down to give you a breath. If anything, his pace picked up as he chased his own end.

His breath hissed through his teeth as he fucked into you, driving your orgasm on for long enough that the stimulation began to sting through your limbs. You were trembling, and Jisung murmured sweet apologies for fucking you too good, his words becoming babbling as he neared his orgasm.

“I know baby, just a little more. Wanna fill you up. You can take it right? Gonna be my good little toy?” He groaned, his hips growing harsh and sloppy. You nodded, nails digging into Minho’s thighs. But it was worth it to watch the way Jisung fell apart. He buried himself deep into you, emptying his load and filling you up just like he’d promised. He moaned your name like a prayer, and both of your chests heaved when he pulled out.

All three of you were sticky with sweat, and both boys stroked your hair, your sides, your hips, dragging you back down from cloud nine. When your ears stopped ringing, you could hear their sugar sweet praise. Your entire body was heavy, and you closed your eyes.

Minho moved away from the bed, kissing your head, the Jisung’s. He stole a fresh pair of boxers from the closet.

“I’ll be right back. Stay with her. She can sleep in here, but we gotta get her cleaned up first. You made a mess.” He said, half scolding Jisung. He nodded, curling up beside you to wait, still kissing your shoulder and arm.

“Gotta stay awake love, just a little longer.” He murmured. You nodded, barely coherent but still happy to do whatever they said. And much to your relief, Minho returned quickly. He made quick work of cleaning you up, wiping your face clean, then your legs, and finally the mess between them.

“Let’s get you some rest. We can finish cleaning up in the morning, okay?” He sat beside you, tossing the washcloth into the laundry and stroking your now tangled curls. You nodded, nuzzling into his touch. On the other side of you, Jisung was fast asleep, and Minho grinned. His little risk had taken a much better turn than he could have hoped, and whatever persuasion was left could wait until morning. For now, he was satisfied with making sure you got a well deserved rest after putting on a show for him.

[seokjins-luigi]

i hate everything about you | pt. 2 | pjm

・pairing: ex!jimin x ex!f!reader

・genre: exes to ? | angst | smut

18+

・word count: 4.2k

・summary: accidentally, you bump into your ex who, mind you, previously cheated on you. so you're 99% sure the only feeling you have left for him is sheer hate. but the 1% leaves you questioning.

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You like to think of yourself as a not complicated type of person. Most of the time, you’re logic-oriented, try not jumping into conclusions and, above all else, you don’t waste your precious time obsessing over things that are outside of your control. 

This has been working for your chill personality for your entire life just fine, but when it comes to Park Jimin, none of it applies to you. 

Today, you wake up feeling extremely tired after the awful night of sleep you obviously had. Unfortunately, you couldn’t think about anything else other than fucking Park Jimin. The things he had said kept replaying in your mind in a never ending loop. Totally obsessing over it and this is so unlike you, it hurts. 

You watched the dark shades of the night turn into the golden shades of the morning through the thin curtains of your bedroom window. What did he mean when he asked you if you still had no idea? Was he trying to manipulate you or was there something you really didn’t know about the situation?

As much as you keep trying to convince yourself that you don’t want to dig into it, you know that you very much want to dig into it. You nor only just want, you need to. If anything, it’ll give you closure. Although it sounds bizarre and you honestly didn’t have the faintest idea of what this could be about, it really felt like some part of Jimin was being honest.

“I wanna tell you everything”, he actually said that. Maybe there is something to be told. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking, maybe you are only falling under his spell all over again. But the fact that you were the one who did not let him speak last night is eating you alive, now you’re anxious and nervous and it’s all your own fault.

You were just sure things could not go on like this, because it was starting to affect your work. You kept losing focus on your meetings with clients, forgetting about important tasks or overlooking details that should not be overlooked. This is where you draw the line. You can’t allow Jimin’s influence in your life to go this far. One time was enough, you can’t allow him to mess with your head again. 

After pondering about it for hours, you decide to go looking for him. You know the only way out of this spiraling mode you’re in right now is to have an honest and thorough conversation with Jimin, because you deserve to know the truth. 

When you arrive at the bar, the place Jungkook took you last night, you see Jimin’s car parked nearby. It was almost exactly six o’clock and you’re sure he had arrived at work already, he’s always been a responsible guy. Luckily, as if destiny was giving you a hand, not even a minute later you see the glass door of the bar being opened and a second later Jimin passes through. 

You see your ex heading towards his car, he doesn’t seem to have seen you across the street. You hesitate for a second, but you force yourself to go to him. 

Each step you take in his direction makes you want to just run away as fast as you can, almost as if you can’t take the anticipation. You need this. You need closure. You can do this, Y/n.

As you got near, you saw him looking for something in the glove compartment, still unaware of your presence. You take a deep breath and call his name.

“Jimin?” You’re surprised with how confident you sounded. 

He snapped his head in your direction, confusion stamped all over his face.

“Y/n?” He furrowed his eyebrows, turning to you as he spoke. “What are you doing here?”

“Can we talk?” You looked him in the eyes and he returned the deepness of your own. “Please?”

“Y/n, about last night… I’m really sorry. I was drunk, I shouldn’t have gone there and bothered you with my shit”.

“I can forgive you for last night if you tell me the whole story”, he looked down to his feet before you could finish the sentence, breaking eye contact with you. “Jimin-ssi, I deserve to know”.

He turns his back, delicately closing the door of his car. He, then, turns back to you, finally looking into your eyes once again, the surprise from his eyes is gone and you’re not sure of what you see there. 

“All I can say is I’m sorry for last night, but”, he leans and rests his body against his car, displaying an annoyingly nonchalant expression on his fucking face as he shrugs. “There’s nothing to tell”.

At this moment you remember why you hate his ass. It’s ridiculous how he can look you straight in the eyes and lie to you after the scene he pulled hours ago in your house. 

You take a deep, frustrated breath.

“Fucking bullshit! Thanks for reminding me how much of an asshole you are, Jimin. I almost forgot”, you smile dryly. “I hope next time you drink, you don't show up at my doorstep whining again, ok? Next time I’ll call the fucking police”.

With a smirk, he declares. “There'll be no next time, Y/n. Rest assured”.

“Well, praise the lord, huh?” You reply in a sharp tone, not allowing him to say his piece. “I regret every single tear I’ve wasted on you. You… You were the worst mistake I’ve ever made”.

He glares at you with contempt plastered all over his face, his plump lips tightened as his brows rose. You wish punching people in the face didn’t cause as much trouble as it does, because you can swear to all gods that have ever existed that the only thing you want at this moment is to punch this expression off his face. 

“Say that again”, he challenges you, brows still in the same position as before, with a darker shade of brown on his eyes.

You refuse to give him the satisfaction. 

“You’re not deaf”, now you’re the one who answers challengingly, raising your own brows as you try to speak calmly. “Next time we bump into each other, do me the favor of pretending you don’t know me”.

You turn your back to him and march back to your own car, hating yourself for dragging your ass all the way to this fucking bar again, only to have him mock you. You rush back into your car, knowing fully well that there’s a big chance that Jimin’s still observing you, so you can’t allow yourself to cry. You were not even sad, you’re genuinely pissed, but unfortunately you’re an angry crier. 

You could run over him if it wasn’t a crime. As you are about to connect the keys to the ignition, you hear a soft knock on your window and you just know it’s him. Rolling your eyes, you turn your head in Jimin’s direction and he gestures, asking you to roll your window down.

You do as he says and hiss impatiently. “What?”

“One last fuck and we’ll forget about each other”, he licks his lips in an obvious attempt to make you feel something.

Unfortunately, you do. But fortunately, you’re pretty good at hiding your emotions when you really want to. So you just throw your head back and let out a very ironic laughter. 

“What’s so funny, Y/n?” He asks you, with a piercing look in his dark eyes, tilting his head to the side slightly. 

“I just told you you were the worst mistake I’ve made, man…” You let out another laugh, less energetically. “Are you into degradation now? I’m not really into that kind of kink, sorry”.

“Oh, come on, Y/n. You fucking love angry sex”, he declared in a lower tone, with a raspy voice that he knows makes you feel things. 

He has a point, you do love angry sex. As you keep silent, Jimin continues.

“Let me take you to my place, it’s just around the corner…” his eyes focus on your lips as he speaks. “Let me fuck you, until you forget why you’re mad at me. You know how good I am… Just this one last time, then you can go back to pretending I don’t exist”.

You do know how good he is. You hate to admit, even if it’s just to yourself, but he’s more than good. Your sex life with Jimin has always been great, actually, that’s why you got even more hurt when he cheated. You used to think you were enough for him, that you satisfied him as much as he did to you. Apparently not. And that broke your confidence and self esteem in a way that you’re still trying to recover.

You’re pissed at him, but you can’t deny that you’re still insanely attracted to this motherfucker, regardless of your history. Your mind desperately says no, but your but urges you to say yes.

“Why would I say yes to this ridiculous proposition?” You scoff, trying to mask the fact that this is you already starting to give in.

“Simply because you know you want me to fuck you”, he declares with a knowing smirk.

The way he’s looking at you right now is definitely not helping you to stay focused on maintaining your sense of dignity. His plump lips slightly parted, forming a deliciously attractive dirty grin, his eyes intensely glued onto your own lips as he waits for your answer. You can’t deny how magnetic he feels.

He leans further in your direction, cupping your face with one of his hands, running his thumb over your mouth. You are simply unable to stop yourself from delicately parting your lips, taking his thumb between them and sucking it softly. He lets out a heavy breath, locking his dark eyes with you as your skilled tongue runs along his finger.

“Let’s go, babe”, he almost begged this time.

He didn’t have to ask you again, unfortunately. He opened your car door and next thing you knew, he was dragging you up the stairs of his building until you saw yourself inside his small apartment. 

As soon as you were inside, he pushed you against the front door and started kissing you hungrily. Just like the last kiss inside your place last night, it feels like Jimin is hungry for you, it feels like he can devour you right then and there. His tongue tastes yours with desperation, making it difficult for you to breathe. One of his hands lands beside your head, on the door, and the other travels up your body, from your waist to your boobs. 

The kiss is messy and intense, not only for him, but for you too, your mind can’t seem to focus on anything other than Jimin. It feels like time and space aren’t real when you’re with him, just like it was then. 

Reaching for the hem of his shirt, you tug it in order to get rid of it as quickly as possible, getting rid of yours in the middle of the way too. 

“You missed this, didn't you?” Jimin places your hand on his abs as he whispers with a cocky grin.

“I think you missed these much more”, you reply with the same amount of cockyness as him, guiding his hands to your boobs.

“Oh, I fucking did”, he whispers again, mouth already glued to your neck as he kneads your breasts.

In the back of your mind, a little annoying voice tries to warn you, saying you will regret this later. But, honestly, who gives a fuck? Life’s hard enough for you to worry about future regrets. You’ll hate yourself for fucking Jimin when the times comes, right now, all you want to focus is on his devious tongue and the crazily good patterns it’s drawing all over your neck. You’re so lost into Jimin’s magic that you don’t even realize you let a moan escape your lips driving your ex even more mad.

His mouth is back on yours and he pushes you towards the couch sitting in the corner of his small living room, throwing you carelessly against it. His tongue is already pushing his way between your lips, you close your eyes, focusing only on the intensity of Jimin’s kiss. It feels like you’re back to the beginning of everything, this kiss feels like what it felt like kissing Jimin for the first time. The passion is still there and you will deal with it later.

“Let’s get rid of this, shall we?” He asks you, pulling the strap of your bra down, almost not waiting for your nod of approval. 

You both sloppily get rid of the rest of your clothes, tossing them carelessly on the floor of your ex’s living room. Next thing you knew, he had two fingers in you and your nipple in his mouth. He sucked and licked your nipples in a passion that had you gasping and his fingers were bent inside your thoroughly wet pussy. He knows exactly what he’s doing with his fingers and his mouth, he knows exactly how you like it and that’s why it feels so good. Being with someone who knows you and what you like is so much better than spending the night in a stranger's bed like in the countless one-night stands you’ve had the past few months.

“You’re so fucking wet right now, babe… It’s ridiculous how much you want me to fuck you, huh?” He teases you, lips brushing lightly against your already sensitive nipple as he speaks.

You let out a loud moan this time, staring back at his intense black eyes, and nod. 

“I do, Ji”, in a distressed attempt for grounding, you scratch his back with your nails, not minding if it’ll leave him marked or not. He gasps and you continue. 

“Please, just fuck me, Ji-”.

“Of course, babe, anything you ask”, he cuts you mid sentence.

He pulled his fingers out of you and, before you could whine about it, he shut you up with another messy kiss, but also full of desire. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted both your bodies up, switching places with you on the couch. He positioned himself between your legs, making the tip of his cock touch your wet and throbbing folds.

“Rid me, Y/n”, he asks you, half tenderly, half assertive. “Show me how much you miss me”.

You felt something inside you shake. This is so fucking wrong.

But without thinking too much about it, you let your weight down on his cock, feeling the delicious stretch all at once. Both of your breaths falter, basking in the divine sensation of him being inside you. 

Your hips started moving on their own, as the pleasure started to consume your mind completely. You had your eyes on Jimin’s beautiful face, now fully taken over by lust, darkening his features in an irresistible way. His plump lips parted and he moaned, making you forget completely about everything else around you. 

Your movements were starting to become desperate, feeling the way his cock fills you up completely, as he tries to pick up your speed with his own skillful hips. Both of you were loudly showing how good you can give it to each other.

His hand travels up your body, as he lifts his upper body to reach the back of your neck. He sticks his tongue out and licks the side of your neck, the warm and moist sensation makes you close your eyes instantly. 

“If you don’t take it slow, I won’t last much longer, babe…” He whispers, as he grasps your hair tightly. “Can I take over now?”

You hum. You love being in control, but you love it even more when Jimin is in control. He instantly switches positions with you, thrusting hard the moment your back touches the couch, in a slower, but deeper pace compared to how you were riding his cock just now. 

The intensity of his thrusts have you clenching around his cock. Shaky breaths leave both of your lips, both of you too focused on the ecstatic feeling of being together. The sounds of your wet pussy being snapped against his cock, his balls slapping against your naked ass mixed with your moans and pants.

“I could…” He thrusts you one more time, deeper than before. “Fuck this pussy forever”.

You feel your walls clenching tighter around his cock, not missing a single inch of his length being pushed inside of you. 

“Look how… how good you take it, babe”, he groans in your ear with his cock buried deep inside of you.

You feel his cock twitch and another moan escapes his parted lips. You’re both almost out of breath. You know he won’t last much longer now if he continues to hammer you in this intensity. Your body tingles with pleasure with every single thrust of his hips.

At this point, you’re just a moany mess. Your heart is racing and in every pump you can feel the adrenaline flowing through your veins. Jimin’s thrusts start to become desperate and out of pace, while you can feel the burning sensation building in your lower stomach. 

One of your hands travels to your clit, your head snaps back when your fingers finally touch your throbbing sex, feeling the divine sensation spreading throughout your body. Jimin replaces your fingers with his own, with a cocky grin hanging on his swollen lips.

“Fucking slut, look at you…” Moving  his fingers in circular patterns as he pants and thrusts and gazes at you with his dark, lusty eyes. “You still like it messy, huh?”

“Ye-”.

Before you could finish, the electric sensation takes over your whole body and all you can focus on is the pleasure taking over you. You whimper as the orgasm spreads through your veins, screaming Jimin’s name. Clenching even harder around his dick as your pussy spilt out your juices all over his twitching cock. 

He bites your shoulder and you feel like he’s on the brim of cuming too.

“Ji, I- I want you to fill me up”, you whispered in between your pants. “I want it all”.

“Y-Yeah?” You know he’s struggling to hold back by the sound of his shaky, low pitched voice. “Are you gonna take all of it like the good girl that you are, babe?”

You want him so bad. You want to feel everything you missed out on in the last months away from him. 

“I will, Ji, please”, you looked at him, eyes pleading as you gave yourself completely to him. Once again. 

He thrusted deep inside of your pussy one last time, allowing his orgasm to take over him and cuming deep inside of you, painting your clenching walls white. Both of you are too out of breath to move, so you just take your time breathing and trying to recompose yourselves before Jimin pulls out of you. Sweat covering both of your naked bodies on a weekday afternoon. 

You closed your eyes, feeling the tiredness and soreness, but also the delightfulness and the lingering sensation of pleasure. This motherfucker was right, what you two have is not easy to find. This chemistry.

You open your eyes when you feel Jimin’s body weight being lifted up from yours. You take your time looking at him and he is still just as beautiful as you remember. Not just hot, that’s obvious. But he’s also beautiful like very few men in the world are.

He sees you’re staring and smiles cockily. 

“Too handsome, huh?” 

“Unfortunately, I have to agree”, you roll your eyes, almost playfully. 

He laughs softly and throws himself on you again, laying his head between your breasts and hugging you. It’s ridiculous to admit, but it just feels right. 

Both of you remain silent. The only thing that can be heard are both of you trying to catch your breaths, but you don’t even pay attention to that. You’re nervous. There are so many questions you wanna ask and even though this feels right at this moment, this man made you suffer like hell not so long ago. 

“Ugh, I don’t wanna get up”, he declares in a lazy voice, his face still between your breasts. “You almost make me want to miss work”.

You sigh. This is too much, too domestic, too nostalgic, but you want to be right here, exactly like you are, in his arms. All the things he said to you yesterday flash through your mind. How he said he missed you, how he begged for you two to talk and you refused to listen. You were hurting so much you couldn’t see through the pain and resentment. 

“I’ve missed this”, you finally confess in a whisper.

But you’re sure he could hear you, because his arms closed even tighter around you.

“Me too, babe”, he murmurs the answer. 

Your hand travels up to his silky hair, running your hands through his locks. You’re not sure how long you just stay together like that, enjoying each other’s existence silently, but you finally break the silence.

“We still have a lot to talk about, don't we?”

He lifts his head to look you in the eyes. “Do we?”

“You think we don’t?” The protesting tone was clear as you voiced the question, specially because you didn't find anything genuine in his eyes when he asked you that question.

“We don’t”, he averts his gaze, laying his head almost between the crook of your neck and your shoulder.

“Jimin, look at me…” You try to sound as firm as possible, but it sounds more like a plea than a command.

“Baby… Just- Let’s not do this”, he whispers. “I can’t”.

You lift your body with your elbows so you could look at him, making him untie his arms around you and sit as well.

“What do you mean, Jimin-ssi?” You try again, speaking slowly so your nerves don't get the best of you. 

You don’t want to believe that this is true. He can’t treat you like you’re some random booty call.

“Hey!” He tries giving you an obviously empty smile. “What happened to Ji? I prefer when you call me Ji”.

Also sitting up, bending your legs in order not to touch his anymore. The way he’s speaking to you right now, the way he’s looking at you with empty eyes and an empty smile. You know where this is going and you feel sick to your stomach with the idea that you allowed Jimin to get in your head again and, once more, you end up hurt.

“And I prefer when you tell me the truth!” You raise your voice now, trying to find on his face any signs that you might be wrong.

“I thought I had made myself clear when I said I have nothing to tell you”, he states firmly, averting his gaze from yours. “I have already asked you to forget about this”.

You feel a huge lump in your throat, trying your best not to allow the tears to form in the corner of your eyes. You are not crying in front of Park Jimin ever again. You refuse. Even though it hurts just like it hurted before, you’ll save your tears for another time.

“Really? After fucking me, you’re just gonna ask me to get the fuck out of your life like nothing happened?” 

You watch his face contort, like he was profoundly thinking about what to say next. You suddenly see his expression change and you know this is his sassy snarky side taking over, nothing serious comes out of him when his eyes reflect his darker side like that. 

“I was horny, you were horny. I thought it was clear it wasn’t a bargain”, he still doesn’t look at you while he speaks. “It was just sex”.

And he shrugs. It’s clear to you that this shit’s been a fucking joke to him. A sick fucking joke you never expected him to be capable of. This is not the Jimin you spent years with, the one you loved, the one you wanted to get married to at some point in the past. 

His words cut through you. Just sex. 

You hate everything about this Jimin.

“Of course it was just about sex… I’m sorry if I misunderstood the situation, Jimin. ” You push his legs aggressively so you can get out of the couch. “Excuse me, I wanna leave”.

You start collecting your underwear and clothes from the floor of his stupid house, trying your best to block the tears away. You dress yourself hastily, while Jimin watches you in silence. You head for the door, but he holds your arm lightly, trying to stop you.

“Hey, Y/n… Don’t be like that, I’ll feel guilty”, he pleads softly again.

“Get your hands off of me”, you groan between your teeth without turning to face him. “Also, fuck off”.

He lets go of your arm and you leave his apartment as soon as you can, slamming the door behind you. You rush back to your car and drive away as fast as you can, only allowing yourself to cry your anger and pain out when you’re tucked in bed later that day.

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Without You [Yoongi x Reader, Hobi x Reader] — HIATUS

A clean break.

That’s all y/n wants for her messy, complicated, and seemingly endless friends with benefits arrangement with Min Yoongi. But that seems to be the last thing he’s willing to give her.

When she moves halfway around the world, forcing the end of their arrangement, she discovers he’s left her with a gift that will alter the course of her life forever.

Will she go back to Yoongi or will a rekindled relationship with the estranged Jung Hoseok come between them?

Genre: Pregnancy!AU, Idol!AU, Love Triangle, FWB2L, F2L

Warnings: 🔞, profanity, suggestive language, mentions of sex, angst, excessive use of exclamation points, etc. 

Schedule: idk anymore lol. my life kind of blew up and i haven’t been able to catch back up 😮‍💨

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PART 1

INTROS

1. Brain Goes Stupid

2. Abstract Beef

3. Dinner and a Show

4. 👏SAY👏NO👏

5. Like Rabbits

6. The Cha Cha Slide ✎

7. Jugular

8. Manipulative

9. It’s still early...

10. Jay

11. Meanwhile ✎

12. A Walking Disaster

13. An Auntie or an Uncle

14. One Ragrets

15. Takes a Village

PART 2

16. A Perfect Life

17. Hobi’s Baby

18. Going Forward

19. Reunion ✎

20. The Favorite Uncle

21. Complicated

22. Sunday

23. OT7 Forever

24. No Take Backs ✎

25. Betrayal ✎

26. The BEST Dad

27. “Appa”

28. Move in Together

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the great war | (teaser)

❝Because the greatest war Seungcheol had ever waged was against your heart.❞

historical! au | enemies to lovers! au | smut, fluff | approx. 30k words

s u m m a r y : there was only one thing you hated more than your restricted life, and that was choi seungcheol—the greatest venetian general who has ever lived. when a marriage is arranged between the two of you, you were sure it would end in bloodshed. however, as you and seungcheol are forced to attend balls and share a few hard truths, you realise you have more in common with the mysterious general than you thought.

c o n t e n t : military commander! seungcheol, noblewoman! artist! mc, artist! minghao, artist! soonyoung who are both annoying (affectionate), cheol and mc absolutely hate each other because i need to see proper e2l, cheol is the hottest man who ever lived, he also has a scar on his lip (yes this needs a separate warning), this is set in renaissance venice so there will be artist references, the doge = basically ruler of venice, themes of sexism, constant arguing between mc and cheol, there is fluff, also angst ofc mature warnings -> tons of sexual tension, making out fuelled by hatred, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (only because medieval contraception is vile), cheol says some very vile things during the deed, very slight corruption kink

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a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e :  hello everyone i died on this account but i am back and better than ever especially since cheol has the nerve to be the finest man alive. just a warning, this fic is going to be so horrendously self-indulgent </3

SEUNGCHEOL ENTERED THE ROOM, AND YOU STILLED.

He was also wearing his wedding attire, but his cravat had been loosened, revealing a sliver of his neck. His curls were wild, as if he had been raking his hands through them. Even as a groom his sword was strapped at his side, the weapon absent at the actual ritual. You could have laughed at him if you were not so nervous—even on an apparent intimate night, he had only thoughts of murdering you.

His expression, on the other hand, revealed no humour.

You heard him sigh sharply, locking the door. That instantly had your nerves heightening. “Unlock the door,” you commanded, getting up from the bed. “I need to run away if you try to do something.”

“I shall have no drunk cousin or lecherous relative spying on us,” he refuted, stepping closer into the room.

“Spying?” your senses perked up. “Seungcheol, we are not doing anything worth spying on, do you understand?”

“What the hell do you mean?” he demanded, propping his gloved hands on his hips. He made to step closer to you but you raised your hand to stop him.

“I know a man has expectations,” you started, backing away from him, “Everyone expects us to seal the marriage, and I know that is the tradition, but I do not care…” you paused, and even the thought of such an action frightened you.

“If you try to touch me, Seungcheol, I will not hesitate to take your sword and stab myself with it.”

He parted his mouth to sneer, but he caught the look in your gaze. He had never seen such a promise ready to be fulfilled should your worst fears occur.

The man could not help but step back.

“Did you really think I would do that, _____?”

You smiled, albeit without any humour. “Well, first you declare that you would rather die by the hands of a Turk before marrying me, and here you stand as my husband.” You shook your head. “I cannot trust you.”

The accusation on his honour stung. “I stand by what I said. I did not want—do not want to marry you.”

“Then why did you say yes?!” you screamed.

He stood silent for a time, gritting his teeth.

It was the truth. Choi Seungcheol was the last man on earth who wished for your hand.

He, too, wanted to escape as the ceremony progressed. Even as you came into the church, dolled up in the height of fashion, he wished nothing more than to run out of God’s holy building, jump upon a gondola and row away from the city.

Despite his prowess, his popularity, his apparent undeniable power, he was unable to escape this marriage. There were exterior forces, beyond his control.

He said it to you truthfully.  

“I was given no choice. I had to say yes.”

You did not believe him. “King of the Venetian military, the Republic’s favourite man and you could not control your choice of wife?” You almost wanted to laugh at him.

He could tell. “You would not understand,” he muttered, turning away from you. “All you have ever done is be a spoiled Doge’s daughter.”

That really ticked you off. “You have no idea what I have done for myself. You will never know of the burdens I carry for being a woman alone.” You crossed your arms, daring him to face you like a man. “All you have done is go to some foreign land and kill a few poor souls.”

Now that really ticked him off. “You speak of burdens as if I have none.” His voice dropping an octave had you blinking back. “You are not the only person who has struggled.”

You watched him as he finally deigned you a glance. There was something incredibly bleak in his usual stormy eyes. Not that you had never not seen him in a sour countenance, but this was possibly the first time you had seen him so hopeless.

“You are not the only person who has felt alone.”

A great part inside of you wished to cackle the ceiling down.

He should feel alone! You raged inside your mind, looking down at the ends of your wedding gown. He should feel something akin to loneliness so he could understand a fraction of your despair. The man was constantly surrounded by his men, his followers, hundreds of thousands of admirers from all over Europe.

You, on the other hand, had only yourself and your paint.

Even with that bitterness, no laughter spluttered from your lips.

You could only match his cruel stare, and hope he took you seriously.

A few more minutes passed before he sighed, taking off his loosened cravat from his neck, putting his sheathed sword on the set of drawers behind him. “We should sleep,” he said, stepping before the opposite side of the bed.

Watching his every move, you then shifted your gaze to the bed. “Yes…we should…”

His famous brow quirked inquisitively. “What are you thinking now?” he asked, clearly exasperated. He then continued dryly, “If you are still hesitant about the whole consummation, then I can assure you that I, too, would slice my head off if you suggested it.”

“Well, I am not suggesting it,” you muttered. “I am more puzzled about why you are getting into bed.”

His tiredness did not stop his stare turning sharp with sarcasm. “Because that is what a person does if they wish to sleep.”

“I am aware of that, thank you.” You put a hand to your chest. “But I wish to sleep as well, and I will be damned before I let you sleep in the same bed as me.”

Now his gaze turned mocking. “My God, you have some nerve saying such a thing.” He set the cravat down on the bedside table. “If you have a problem with me sleeping here, you can sleep somewhere else.”

“Excuse me!” you exclaimed, reaching out to clutch the bedsheets. “This is my bedroom. I have slept here my entire life!” You huffed, sitting on the plush mattress. “Besides, are you soldiers not accustomed to sleeping anywhere? I am sure my bedroom floor is a lavish upgrade from whatever hellsite you rested abroad.”

“Oh, you—” he brought his knee upon the bed, hands further placed as he leaned closer to you. “I care very little whether you have been sleeping here all your life. Your father brought me here, so I have a right to this space.”

You matched his vigour instantly, leaning just as close, sparking a fire in your expression. “And I care none if Papa brought you here—hell, if the Pope carried you to this very room.” His growing rage had no effect on your own. “Sleep. On. The. Floor.”

Mere inches away from each other, the general stared you down. Had the receiver of such a cruel eye been his soldiers, they would have run for the lakes, abandoned the army altogether. Seungcheol’s cold, calculating glares have had enemies shiver in their masses.

It irked him so ardently that his infamous tactics ceased to work on you.

He looked over your features: the manic, determined glint in your pupils, the flared nose, the pursed lips. No one, a woman, no less, had stood up to him like this.

Of course, he should not have been surprised. You had always been a sharp pain in his backside.

God, I cannot let her win, his voice rang, over and over in his head. She cannot have this over me.

But then he saw a glint in your usual mischievous gaze, and he knew you were about to commit a crime.

He was not wrong.

Because you did have an idea, and you smirked, fingers rising to the thin bow on the top of your dress.

Slowly, you began to untie the lace.

Seungcheol watched with no small amount of horror as your rigid wedding gown began to loosen at the top, its flared arms drooping around your shoulders.

You made to untie the second lace when he raised his hands, twisting his lips into a scowl. “What the hell are you doing?!” he demanded, getting off the bed.

“What does it look like?” You untied the string, dress falling further down till you needed your hands to hold it steady.

A single drop, and everything would be revealed.

The greatest general in the peninsula nearly squirmed at the thought.

Your fingers toyed with the last lace.

His eyes darted to your movements. Then, to your face, and you noticed the change of expression—it was as if he was thinking of a military strategy, a last-minute decision on the battlefield.

Once again, you pulled at the string.

But before the knot was fully untied you heard a savage growl escape his mouth.

“Oh, for God’s sake!”

Before you even let the dress fall, he swerved around, grabbing hold of his sword from the drawers. “Fine! Have your room!” The muscles on his back flexed as he raked a hand in his hair. “You are truly ridiculous!”

You could only laugh at the scene of him thundering to the door, vigorously unlocking it and storming out.

The laughter did not stop as you changed into your nightgown, shaking your head.

You did not care if Choi Seungcheol had become your husband.

You were not going to let anything of your life change.

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nine: searching

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He had no clue where to even look. Music shows generally took place in very large buildings, and those buildings had a lot of windows in a lot of places, as Hyunjin came to find out. He didn’t really know why he was looking for his makeup artist so frantically - sure, she had looked sad, but there was a deep panic spreading through all his limbs which didn’t really make sense.

How had Chan seemed so calm when Y/n walked out? The poor girl was shaking, teary, and it sounded as if she could barely breathe. She was supposed to be one of Chan’s best friends, so how could he just ignore it like that? The distress of a friend had never been something Hyunjin was able to take lightly; not that his makeup artist truly counted as a friend in his case.

He couldn’t ask people who worked in the building if they had seen her for fear of rumors spreading about him dating someone, so he was left with the option of running around the maze-like corridors like a headless chicken. As soon as he spotted a window without anyone sitting by it, he would do a 180 and run back the way he came. He most likely looked insane.

Y/n’s teary eyes kept flashing in his mind, and it made him more and more frantic as time went on. He was climbing stairs three steps at a time, which most likely would result in an injury if he didn’t calm down, but he didn’t care. He was on the eighth floor, panting and sweating like a dog, and if he couldn’t find her here he was going to call the police. She was a small woman, sure, but she couldn’t hide this well, could she?

And then, just when he was losing hope and thinking about how to explain to the police that he was panicking because his makeup artist had been missing for exactly 23 minutes, he found her. She was curled into a ball under a window, holding the sides of her head and heaving like she had just ran a marathon. Honestly, he practically had and he wasn’t panting that badly.

“Hey…” he said softly, and though her body hadn’t exactly been relaxed when he arrived, it tensed up further at the sound of his voice.

The look she sent him broke his heart into a million tiny pieces. She looked afraid, like he was going to yell at her and hurt her and Hyunjin had never hated himself more than he did in that moment. The way she was gasping for breath sounded almost inhuman, and he wondered how she even made it that far if she was in such a horrible state.

He wanted to do anything to help, but he had never struggled with anxiety to this degree and he had no idea what would make things worse or better. Even though Jisung has had issues with anxiety, he never went that deep into it with most of the members and Hyunjin had certainly not wanted to push.

It felt awkward to just stand there and stare at someone who was very clearly in distress. So, testing the waters, he took a gentle step towards the hyperventilating woman in the corner. She shrunk in on herself as well as she could, and he sunk into a squat, still a few steps away from her.

“Y/n?” he said gently, and was met with nothing but continued gasps for air that seemed like it would never reach her lungs. He waited a few seconds. “Can I sit next to you? I-I promise I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to, but I figured you wouldn’t want to be… alone.”

Again, nothing but heaving gasps, but she didn’t react or tense up in any way when he stepped closer, so Hyunjin took a seat a foot or so away from her. He rested his head against the wall, his legs crossed and silently watching Y/n struggle.

He hated it. He hated himself for upsetting her, for making her uncomfortable, for being such a judgemental baby, and most of all for never having paid attention to what people needed while having panic attacks. He didn’t know much, but at least he knew that’s what this was. Panic.

“Do you-” at his words the woman tensed up again, so Hyunjin fell silent. Then he decided that it was okay, that maybe if he said the right thing, she would feel better. He took a deep breath. “I’m not very good with this whole thing,” he started. “I’ve never really experienced a situation like this. Jisung had some issues with anxiety, but I’m sure you knew that already. He never came to me with it, though. He mostly went to Felix and Chan hyung.”

Y/n said nothing, just kept gulping down whatever oxygen she could - way too fast, Hyunjin knew, and he was surprised she hadn’t passed out yet. Glad she hadn’t, but surprised nonetheless. He didn’t know what else to say, and reached out a hand to place on her head. She tensed up and let out a sob-like sound, and Hyunjin pulled his hand away like he had just gotten burned.

He wanted to give her something to focus on other than her apparent panic, but he didn’t know how. He didn’t know if it would work, either, but he figured that to stop panicking she would have to stop thinking about the fact that there was something to panic about. He racked his brain for something to say, something to catch her attention, and came up with absolutely nothing.

Except… She had been able to hear him and at least somewhat process what he was saying, right? So what if he gave her something to listen to? And really, he was a singer, wasn’t he? Well, singer, rapper… whatever he was, his job was giving people all around the world something to listen to.

So, he did what he does best and started to sing. He was singing their latest title track - really, he had to warm up for the performance anyway, right? - for a good thirty seconds before he heard something from the woman next to him.

She was laughing.

She was still breathing heavily, and he most definitely spotted some tears on her cheeks, but she was laughing. Because of him. He stopped singing, and she laughed harder. He was unsure as to what was so funny, but really, he couldn’t bring himself to care about anything other than the fact that she was no longer panicking and he was the reason for that. She could laugh at him all she wanted, as long as she calmed down enough to get her breathing back to normal.

After a minute or two, her breathing started going down enough to be considered at least somewhat normal, and she straightened her back a bit, wiping her tears off her face. Then she looked at Hyunjin and smiled softly, and his stomach moved in a way he couldn’t quite place.

“You’re terrible at helping people when they have a panic attack,” she said jokingly, looking down at her lap where she was picking at her nails.

“I know,” he answered, smiling softly. “It worked though, didn’t it?”

“That it did,” she mumbled, looking back up at him. “I’m sorry for just leaving, I was just not prepared for all those people, and cameras, and-”

For a second, Hyunjin feared that she would work herself up into another panic attack, but she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, grabbing her necklace and fiddling with it. He observed her quietly, wanting to learn anything and everything he could about her habits and moods.

“Anyway, that entire situation was just a lot for me. I’m sorry, it was unprofessional of me and I will do my best to make sure it doesn’t happen again, I promise,” she finally finished.

He blinked at her in disbelief. Why was she apologizing? It wasn’t her fault that she had trouble handling large crowds of people. If she was unprepared for a situation like that, it would obviously be overwhelming and unpleasant, and that wasn’t something she had to apologize for.

“That’s okay,” he said gently, pushing her softly with his elbow. “If you ever need a break, just let me know. I know I’m not Chan hyung, and I don’t know you quite as well as he does, but I still care about you and your comfort.”

At his words, she smiled so brightly he almost felt blinded, and his stomach did that thing again. This time a little more violently. He should probably go to the doctor if it kept up.

“Oh my god,” Y/n suddenly gasped, grabbing Hyunjin’s jaw gingerly and turning his head back and forth a few times. “I have to fix your makeup, Christ. What did you do, run across the entire country?”

“Felt like it,” he joked, grinning impishly.

She suddenly released his jaw, blushing furiously and looking down at her lap again. “I’m so sorry! I should have asked before touching you, I-”

“Hey, it’s okay. You were doing your job.” He assured her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out to see at least twenty text messages and two missed calls from his members. His eyes widened and he turned it to show Y/n, who immediately let out a shriek and shot to her feet.

“Shoot, we have to go fix you up! Let’s go!”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway. His arm felt like it was going to be pulled out of its socket, but somehow, he didn’t mind all that much.

[aledelatorre]

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