#i.n drabble

[hyunsvngs]

halloscream

was it jeongsung in the bedroom?

warnings 🔪: poly relationship dynamics, they’re serial killers, knifeplay, clitplay, unprotected sex, oral (m rec), bloodplay (be warned about this one, it’s not their blood), one whole line of daddy kink, mxm as well as fxm

it’s getting late. they’re late, to be more precise, but you feel as if you look at the window again it will feel like even longer. you tap away at your keyboard. it’s too quiet - the house is empty with your parents out at dinner. normally your two boyfriends would be making enough noise to drown out the everlasting silence, but again, they’re nowhere to be seen. your foot taps against the carpet impatiently underneath your desk.

a noise from your back garden catches your attention. nothing too loud, just a rustle of leaves and a few small thuds, but it has you rising from your computer chair to check it out. jisung would chastise you. “don’t you know horror movies?” he’d say, eyes round and wide, “investigating a strange noise is how you die, jagi.” still, you’re pissed that they’re late, and you also know full well that your boyfriends are the only threat to your small, isolated town. 

it started last year. jeongin came bursting through your window, clad in a halloween costume drenched in blood, and you laughed in his face thinking it was fake. it wasn’t fake. jisung followed closely behind him, a knife in his hand still messy with the efforts of their mission, and you almost had a heart attack. jeongin had to sit you down and explain, but really, there’s not a lot of explaining you can do when your girlfriend finds out you’ve been killing students from the local high school. 

they’re psychopathic, to put it lightly, but surely you are too - one toothy smile from jeongin and a comforting rub of jisung’s hand on your back was all it took. you’d accepted it all. 

now, you stand at your window, sticking your head out of the open pane of glass. the autumn air is crisp and it bites at your flushed, alarmed cheeks. when you can’t see anything through the darkness, you sigh, pulling your body back into your room. it’s not them. you turn to make your way back to the computer. maybe they’ll call before they come, just to let you know not to be scared and-

“ugh,” jeongin’s voice groans from behind you. your head whips around, shocked to see that he actually looks reasonably presentable. he’s in their signature costume, long, pitch black fabric drowning his lightly toned frame, and he carries the matching mask in his hand. “i thought you’d at least help me inside, baby. are your parents even home? i could’ve just used the front door.”

there’s other things on your mind. you’re pissed he’s late, and your arms fold over your chest. “where’s the other one?” your voice is dismissive, as if you don’t care about where jeongin’s partner-in-crime normally is. of course you care. one of your boys never comes without the other - quite literally - and you try to peek behind jeongin to see the missing boy. he crowds in through your window to block your vision, toned arms and long legs climbing through his chosen entry point. 

“he’s on his way,” jeongin says. the mask drops from his hand to the floor in favour of wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in, the fabric of his halloween costume scratching against your bare collarbones. you’re in one of jisung’s old oversized shirts, and the neckline is stretched beyond belief. your hands soften the impact by bracing themselves on his shoulders. “he got caught up with something. you understand, right?”

he feels like he’s everywhere in your room at once, an aura that only jeongin could have wrapped around you. it’s all it takes to calm you down, to forget about the fact that they didn’t even call, and then you’re focusing on the feeling of something solid pressing into your thigh. 

your hand moves down. his eyes follow the movement, narrowed, head tilting to the side as if he’s daring you to touch. you do, because you always rise to jeongin’s challenges. your fingers wrap around the object with a mischievous giggle. “is that a knife or are you just happy to see me?”

“that’s a knife,” he responds, quick as a bat. his hand wraps around your wrist and moves you a few inches to the right, positioning your hand over his actual cock and oh. it’s throbbing, and you can feel the way the shaft hardens further in your hand, even through the layers of fabric. you blink up at him, all coy through your lashes, and he raises an eyebrow. “i’m hard because i just killed someone, and that’s turning you on. do you know how fucked up that is?”

“it’s even more fucked up to be hard after killing someone,” you say, hands moving to his hips. you begin a backwards walk to your bed, pulling him along with you. jeongin’s more than happy to follow. his body slides between your legs easily, erection pressing into the middle of your sleep shorts, right above your core, and you try to catch his lips with yours. he moves away from your face with that signature cheeky grin, one that only jeongin could pull off. “why? first you’re late, and now no kiss? don’t wind me up, jeonginnie.”

“i’m gonna lick your pussy, that’s why,” his voice is low, tone steady. it makes a shiver run down your spine, but you’re nodding, letting your thighs fall apart. jeongin’s grin widens at the effect he has on you. he’s still in that stupid costume, but you watch his body slide down your bed until his face is nuzzling into your core.

you can’t help it. you’re curious, and they may say curiosity kills the cat, but well - the only thing killing anyone is rutting his nose into the covered pudge of your clit. “who did you kill?”

“what?” he scoffs, pulling your sleep shorts to the side with two long, gloved fingers. the texture of his gloves is cold against your heated mound, and you stutter out a breath, hands moving to the sheets beside you. “does it matter, jagi?”

“y-yeah, it does,” you whine when he dips down, tongue licking over your clit for the first time tonight. he’s talented with his mouth, but he’s normally better with his fingers. jisung’s forte is oral, and you let your mind wander again. where is he? you’re missing the essential third piece in your beloved psychopathic throuple.

when he speaks again, the vibrations hit your pussy. “he was a lowlife. don’t worry about it. he deserved to die.”

“you say that about e-everyone- oh my god,” he sucks your clit into his mouth as you’re speaking. it makes you surge from the bed, back arching, hand weaving into his hair to pull and tug to where you need him to be. jeongin’s malleable like that, letting you grind your pussy up into his mouth while he presses his tongue flat against the sensitive bud. “fuck. fuck, jeonginnie, innie, please, baby-“

“jesus, man. that was a ballache. y’know, would’ve been easier if maybe there were two of us like there’s meant to be, or-” your head snaps to your window. jeongin’s mouth stops moving, but he kisses your clit as an apology. 

sure, you would normally jump at the sight of someone standing in your bedroom dressed in a full halloween costume, ghostface mask and all. however, you’ve already received one of your male visitors tonight and you know that voice all too well - especially when it’s paired with a short stature and fumbling hands gripping at his mask. you see jisung’s appalled expression once the mask is gone, dropped to the floor to join jeongin’s, round eyes staring at his boyfriend’s position between your legs. “you seriously started without me?! c’mon man, don’t piss me off!”

jeongin only shrugs and nuzzles his nose against your mound to get your attention. you turn back to the boy, running your fingers through his hair comfortingly. he resumes the fat licks he’s giving your core, broad and messy and too fucking good. “iyennie’s being nice and eating my- ah- pussy, baby,” jisung’s staring at you, bouncing from one foot to the other. “you could’ve too, if you weren’t late.”

“wha-“ jisung splutters. he’s already toeing his boots off, yanking the costume over his head to reveal the baggy jeans and black tank he’s got on underneath. the sight of his honey-toned arms against the dark fabric is enough to make your mouth water, but then he drops his jeans and you can see his erection pressing against the front of his boxers. jeongin ignores him, sucking your pussy hard with a soothing hum. your labia stretches with it, and then he flicks his tongue over your clit so fast that your legs kick out. jisung catches them. “not my fault. jeonginnie made me do all the cleanup and the fucking theatrics and shit. this guy bled like a pig too, baby, so-“

“hyung,” jeongin chastises, eyes flitting over to him. when he pulls his head back, his chin is covered in drool and your arousal. you want to lick it clean. you’re barely even paying attention to what your boys are bickering about. “don’t get into the gory details.”

jisung stops in his tracks, trousers wrapped around his ankles. he looks at you. you shiver. he looks at jeongin, and jeongin raises an eyebrow, challenging again. “don’t you know?” jisung’s grin is wide, mischievous. “she likes hearing the gory details. go on, tell her.”

jeongin’s lips part in surprise. he looks at you, scrutinising. “is that so? you wanna hear how i gutted that guy and jisungie hung him from a tree?”

you can’t help it. with his words, jeongin slides two fingers inside of you, curling them so harshly it makes your eyes water. you let out a keen, trying to reach out to pull jisung onto the bed, but he’s too far. he seems to get it, knee-walking onto the mattress until he’s positioned next to you. his hand doesn’t stay out of his boxers for long, sliding beneath the tight fabric. you watch him grip his shaft and pump slowly at the sight in front of him. 

“do you wanna know who it was?” jeongin continues. his thumb slides to rub over your clit, and your thighs tremble. you’re moaning, nodding, babbling pleadings and little ‘yes’s that fall from your mouth urgently. jeongin chuckles. “your little friend from your math class. see, i wasn’t too mad about it, but jisung said he was trying to fuck you.”

“god, fuckin- he pissed me off, baby, ‘m sorry,” jisung whines, and your head is spinning. you’re reeling. jeongin thrusts his fingers a little harder, a little faster, and you’re struggling to concentrate. jisung’s tongue swipes over his bottom lip once, twice, eyes flitting between you and jeongin as if he’s not quite sure who to look at. “he was t-too nice to you, he- he wanted you. you’re ours.”

you’ve barely spoken to the guy from your math class - in all honesty, you’re not quite sure of his name, but now that you think about it… yeah. he was a little touchy, a little flirty, maybe too kind and considerate in letting you copy his work. it all adds up, but he’s taken care of now. you don’t have to worry about it. you never have to worry about anything with your boys around.

jisung pushes his boxers down, and his shaft slaps up against the base of his tummy, not too long but girthy enough to make your mouth water. he catches your gaze and uses his grip to slap it against his skin a little more, precum forming a thin trail attaching the cockhead to his tank top. “fuck. s-suck it, baby, won’t you?” 

“cum first,” jeongin insists. jisung grumbles in protest, but jeongin’s thumb presses harder on your clit, and he reels backwards to spit down against your pussy. the slap of his hand against your core is debauched, messy, and your eyes flutter shut. it’s too good. you’re gonna cum. “cum for me. fucking give it to me. my little fucked up baby, huh? that turned you on, didn’t it?”

“y-yeah! yes, yes, of course, y-you two are- fuck, too much, too much, i’m gonna cum,” you’re babbling again, and when your hand shoots out to grip onto something jisung catches it with his own spare hand. he links your fingers together, and jeongin dips down, finally, finally pressing his lips against yours. it’s all just enough and you feel like you’re dying, shots of electricity running through you, core gushing your release over jeongin’s wrist while he slides his tongue into your mouth. 

you’re given barely any time to come down. jeongin’s hand reels back and slaps your pussy. “hands and knees f’me. head between hyung’s legs.”

you scramble against your bedsheets, limbs kicking out and positioning your body face down in the sheets below jisung’s cock. jeongin moves behind you, yanking your sleep shorts down with a wet, still gloved hand. 

“you liked hearing what we d-did, baby, yeah?” jisung questions, and you whine, nodding. you did. secretly, in a dark place you try not to go into, you want their knives pressed against you and making you bleed while they fuck you. the thought makes your pussy clench down around nothing. 

jisung’s fingers move to your hair, yanking you forward until you’re nosing at his cock. you slide your tongue over his shaft just briefly, nuzzling your nose into the hair at his base, but it’s not long before he’s slapping his cock against your cheek impatiently. “shiiiit, jeonginnie, get inside already. i need her mouth so fucking bad, i’m so fucking hard.”

“just take it,” jeongin fumbles with his belt behind you. you hear the tell-tale clanging of metal, and then the rustling of fabric. his cockhead presses against your hole unceremoniously, blunt and thick, and you try to rut backwards onto it. jisung’s grip prohibits you, and he drags you upwards above his cock to finally press his tip between your lips. 

they both slide in together. jeongin’s thick shaft stretches you beyond belief, making you moan hard around jisung’s cock. you’re glad your parents aren’t home. jisung squirms from the vibrations, and before jeongin can start moving, he’s bouncing your head on his shaft. 

you can see his eyes roll back into his head, lips parting with a sharp whine. you feel like a ragdoll. it has you getting even wetter. “t-that’s it. fuckin’ beautiful mouth, my baby, so dirty, lemme- jus’ lemme fuckin’ take it, god, please.”

jeongin thrusts into you once, twice, testing movements that have your pussy all creamy and easy around him. he sighs, positions his large palms on your ass, and then he starts thrusting at a breakneck speed that has you bouncing between their cocks. you feel used. your clit aches for touch, hard and sensitive above where your hole is getting decimated. 

jisung pulls your head up to give you air, his hand polishing his cockhead. you’re immediately babbling. “fuck, you- jeongin, j-jeonginnie, the knife. will you- will you use it? o-on me? please?”

jisung moans. his hand moves between his legs, pumping his cock quickly in front of your face. it leaks against your lips. jeongin’s hips halt, pressing deep inside you. “the knife? baby, i don’t know.”

“get it, iyennie,” jisung nudges jeongin with his toes. you don’t miss the way jeongin’s cock twitches inside of you. “get mine. it still has blood on it.”

“oh my god,” you moan, wiggling backwards onto jeongin. you can tell his face must be a picture right now because jisung laughs, loud albeit shaky, and he reaches down onto the floor into the pocket of jisung’s jeans to reveal the offending object. he throws it to jisung, who brands it to you, showing that yeah, really, it’s still got someone else’s blood on it. it should be disgusting, moreso terrifying, but when the blade presses against your neck you wriggle just enough to get jisung’s cock back into your mouth. 

“see? f-fucking look at her,” jisung says, voice pitched higher. the angle is awkward, but he manages to fuck his cock into your mouth in tiny, shallow thrusts while the blunt edge of the blade is against your skin. he wouldn’t turn it the other way, not seriously when he knows he might lose control and hurt you. the idea has you keening. “she fucking loves it.”

“yeah? is that true?” jeongin sounds gravelly, throat hoarse, and he starts to fuck into you again. the slide is smooth with how wet you’ve gotten, and your pussy clings to him on every outwards thrust, dragging him back inside of you. jisung pushes harder and the knife presses harder. “hannie. hyung, be- be careful.”

“don’t need to be,” jisung responds, quick, and yanks your head upwards so you’re just suckling on his cockhead. you’ve been drooling all over it, and the feeling of your wet mouth around the most sensitive part of him makes his thighs tremble. he’s close. he never lasts long in your mouth, and you reach one hand up from your position, running a thumb over the creased skin of his ballsack. his foot shoots out so sharply it kicks jeongin in the thigh. “fuck! sorry, sorry aegi, i’m- i’m close, i-“

“already?” jeongin chuckles, but his thrusts are beginning to stagger too. he’s just as close as his boyfriend is, and the blood smearing on your throat has you clenching so hard you think you might be, too. jeongin’s pace quickens, and despite it being messy and uncalculated you let your head fall to jisung’s hip with a moan. he’s fine to strip his cock in your face, body curled over you to hold the knife to your neck, and you nuzzle downwards to suck his balls into your mouth.

“yes! yesyesyes, baby, oh, yeah! just like that, my baby, gonna- i’ll cum, fuck, on your face, you want it?”

“fuck. fuck, daddy, please,” you keen, and you watch in real time how it affects your boyfriend. jisung’s eyebrows scrunch together, pouty lips forming the perfect o as his cock spurts ropes of cum onto your head. it’s imprecise, landing mostly on your forehead and in your hair, and you squeal when jeongin yanks you back by the same messy strands. 

“daddy? fuckin’ really?” he pulls you into him, almost fully sat in his lap, and uses a hand he slides up your shirt to bounce you on top of him. you’re out of it. the blood has smeared all over your neck and stained the neck of your shirt, but you don’t care, whinging and gripping onto jeongin’s lithe thighs. his balls slap against your clit like this, and you can see jisung’s cock perking in interest already.

“this is fuckin’ hot! aegi, make her cum. wan’ see it.”

“you already saw it, i need to- i gotta cum now,” jeongin gasps, teeth biting into your shoulder. it’s too much. 

“no, jeonginnie, please! make me- please make me cum!”

he gives in. jisung will tease him about this later. his fingers move to your clit despite his words, and with only a few precisely formed circles onto the bud you’re creaming on his cock with another pathetic squeal. the sensitivity rises quickly, and it has tears biting at your eyes, but jeongin continues to fuck into you like you’re nothing more than a warm hole. maybe that’s all you are. the thought has your pussy clenching down again, and he thrusts deep before he fills you up with a shout, thick and warm inside of you.

jisung stretches his limbs with a sigh, thumb and index finger rubbing over his cockhead. it’s all too wet, and jeongin slides his softening cock out of your hole with a groan. the knife clatters unceremoniously to the floor. before you can whine and make a fuss over the cum still on your face, jeongin grabs hold of your hair and presses his tongue against your skin.

“when do i get a kiss?” jisung protests, cock still soft against his tank top. “no kisses for hannie even after all that hard work. this is unjust. unfair. it’s wrong, i would say.”

you watch jeongin surge across the bed and feed jisung his own cum from his lips. it’s dirty, and jisung’s shaft twitches valiantly against his tummy when he kisses back, tongues intertwining amidst the high pitched noise he makes. you let them kiss for a bit, and then you wriggle yourself up to your boys. the elder welcomes you with open arms, and jeongin pulls away from his lips with a wet sound, collapsing onto jisung’s shoulder.

“welcome home,” you chirp, and jeongin chuckles sleepily. jisung only pulls you into his chest further, fingers tracing patterns on the bare skin of your arm. “will i be expecting any more late nights this week?”

“tomorrow,” jeongin yawns. his head rests on jisung’s shoulder. you’re pretty sure he’s drooling already. jisung’s eyes flutter shut, at peace. “it’s the build up to halloween, baby. we’re busy these days, but we’ll always make time for you.”

[cheeseceli]

Almost everything

I.N fits perfectly in the "right person, wrong time" trope. The right person being you, the wrong time being apparently his entire life.

He met you when you both were still kids. At that time none of you knew what love was, but he could swear you were the one who showed it to him. Playing in the rain, sleepovers with a lot of cartoons, going to parks together... It was everything to him. But you were too young.

And then teenage years came. Everything was too much, he was living like there'd be no tomorrow. Actually, the only future he ever knew was you. And that was so clear on the way he lived so recklessly yet so in love. Running at each other in the rain, sleepovers at weekends, skipping classes together... It was still everything. But once again, too young to call it love.

Life went on and both of you became young adults. He was still as beautiful and as youthful as ever, but now he was smarter. He had dreams ahead of him and he was working hard to get them. But not once you were forgotten. Dancing in the rain, sleepovers where you never actually slept, going out while hiding from the paparazzi... It wasn't everything he had, but it was everything he wanted. And yet, everything he could only wish for.

He really wished time would be kind to you both. Maybe, in a few years, it could finally work. The rain would finally witness your first kiss, the sleepovers would be in your shared bed every night, the hangouts would possibly be in the company of a kid or two, the family you'd build... Maybe, in a few years, you'd be able to be everything. Together, rightfully so, for once.

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Jeongin and Chan for 💌 Chan wakes up to Jeongin humping his thigh before getting fucked so roughly the whole dorm hears finding out Chan's the sub🤤

Morning, Channie hyung

Pairing: Chanin | Jeongchan

Word Count: 1054

Warnings/Tags: smut, sub!chan, dom!innie, somnophilia (sort of), dry-hyumping, spanking

Part of the 💌 event. More here

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Jeongin watches Chan, still comfortably asleep. His face looks so soft and vulnerable that it stirs something deep inside him. His hyung is someone worth protecting and taking care of. He always does with all of them in public, it's almost natural Chan likes to give up that responsibility with him. His fingers trace the outline of his face, down his jawline, and Chan makes a soft, sleepy sound as he brushes them against his lips. 

Jeongin’s hand wanders further down his bare torso, and his brain slowly picks up on the fact that Chan's still fully naked from last night. Excitement floods his system when he remembers the plug resting between his cheeks and Chan's agreement to be woken up with him using him. 

He gently pushes him onto his side so Chan's facing the mirror attached to the closet. He shuffles closer to him and presses up against him, dragging his hard dick over the back of his thigh. He buries his face in his shoulder as he does, stifling a moan against his skin as he works out a rhythm that feels so good. He knows the others are already up so he wants to be quiet until Chan's awake. Jeongin continues humping his thigh for a bit, smearing precum all over his golden skin, and glances into the mirror. He can tell Chan is slowly waking up, stirring a little in his sleep. 

Reaching down, he carefully eases out the plug, and Chan whimpers in protest at the sudden emptiness. Giggling, he pushes in his fingers instead, smiling to himself at how deliciously stretched out he is. Chan's lips part with a soft, low moan, eyelids fluttering a little. His breathing picks up a little, hand twitches on his pillow as his body slowly leaves its sweet slumber. Jeongin brushes his fingers against his prostate, and Chan's eyes shoot open with a long, shuddery moan. 

“I-Innie,” he breathes out drowsily, instinctively pressing back against his fingers. 

He plants a soft kiss on his shoulder. “Morning, Channie hyung.”

Chan shivers at another drag against his prostate and blinks sleepily. “Baby~,” he whines softly. 

“Mhm?” Jeongin hums gently. 

“More please,” he begs tiredly. “S’not enough.”

“You want more? Want me to ruin you that early already?” he asks, and Chan blushes heavily but nods. “Words, dummy.”

Chan gulps softly and meets his eyes through the mirror. “Please, Innie. Please ruin me.”

“Get on your stomach for me,” he tells him, and Chan complies with a soft grunt. Jeongin pulls him by his hips until he's on his knees, his bum up on display for him. He gently kneads his cheeks, and Chan shivers in anticipation. “Fuck, you're so pretty like this,” he tells him before bringing down his hand against his left cheek fiercely. 

Chan moans out loud, hand gripping the pillow. He barely has time to recover as Jeongin smacks his other cheek just as forcefully. “Don't stop, please,” he breathes out weakly, but his friend is nowhere close to stopping. 

“You get so needy for pain when you're still tired,” he giggles at the obscene noise leaving him when he hits the same spot again. That would leave a pretty imprint. “You like that, huh?”

Chan moans and nods weakly. “Y-Yeah,” he says, and another pleasurable pain stings through him. His mouth falls open with a very loud moan, eyes screwing shut as Jeongin suddenly slams his dick inside of him. “Fuck, Innie, don't stop,” he cries out, gripping the pillow tightly as the younger man pounds into him forcefully. 

Jeongin smirks to himself succeedingly as Chan is still too sleepy to realize how fucking loud he is right now. Loud enough for everyone to hear. Loud enough for everyone to know that Chan likes to be roughed up by him. Loud enough that every word can be understood only two rooms further.

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Felix almost drops his coffee as he hears it, wide eyes meeting Jisung’s across the table. “Chan?” he whispers. 

Seungmin's ears burn up, and he quickly lowers his gaze to his plate. “Didn't think Innie was the one in control with Chan hyung.”

“I thought Chan dislikes to submit?” Changbin frowns softly and Hyunjin shrugs, also a little surprised. 

Minho smirks knowingly and stirs his tea, not saying a word. Suddenly, all eyes are on him in the absence of a sassy comment. “What?” he asks and raises his eyebrows at him. “Do I look like I'd let Channie dominate me all the time? Huh?”

“Oh,” Jisung nods dumbly and squints his eyes at Minho. “So he-.”

“It's enough you guys found out like this; I won't share any delicate details,” Minho shakes his head and takes a sip of his tea calmly as Chan shouts their maknae’s name in pure bliss.

It's quiet for a while before the door opens, and everyone quickly busies themselves with their breakfast. Minho meets Jeongin’s eyes across the table and raises his eyebrows as he comes in with a proud grin. “What?” he asks smirking. 

“Really? When everyone's here?” he asks, amused. 

“I promised to wake him up properly,” he shrugs, and Changbin chokes on his coffee. Giggling, he grabs a plate, filling it to the brim, and some coffee. 

“You won't join us?” Felix squints at him. 

“I would, but I doubt he-.”

“Jeongin, you little brat,” Minho says sharply, and the younger one blushes at the tone. “That's enough teasing, thank you. Now go take care of the mess you made, and it's your ass that will be kicked if one of you is late for practice today.”

“Yes, hyung,” he nods sheepishly before quickly disappearing again.

He pushes the door to his room open and smiles at the sight of Chan in his clothes, cuddled up in the blanket comfortably. He climbs into bed and pulls him into his lap, soothingly fondling his back. “You're okay?”

“Very,” Chan nods sweetly and cuddles into him happily. “You should wake me up like that more often.”

He giggles and kisses his head, grabbing the plate. “If that's what my pretty hyung wants.”

Chan blushes a little, but before he can protest, a grape is pushed into his mouth. “Ey,” he mumbles softly. 

“Don't even dare say anything else, Channie,” he laughs and continues feeding him. “Now enjoy your breakfast.”

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[stayteezdreams]

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I'd like to be part of your Fate ships<3

SKZ - Box 1 - #43 (hehe see what I did there? ;) )

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As for the drabble, write for whichever one fits the most. I chose #24

Thank youuu!

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Your Fate Ship Is....

I.N!!

Prompt #24: 'Person A falls asleep, instead of waking them, Person B carries them to bed'.

Rest

Jeongin was too engrossed in the movie to realize you had fallen asleep beside him. Only realizing when the weight of your head on his shoulder caused him to look over at you.

You had slowly fallen over in your slumber, and were now using him as a pillow. Jeongin's heart raced as his eyes studied your sleeping features, a grin spreading across your face.

He debated whether he should wake you, so you could go to bed. But as he lifted his hand towards your shoulder, he hesitated.

You had a busy week, you were exhausted. Jeongin even offered to reschedule movie night, but you insisted since you hadn't seen each other for a few days.

He smiled fondly at you as he gently removed a stray eyelash from your cheek. You really should rest as much as you could. But seeing your uncomfortable position, he bit the inside of his lip as he debated what to do.

After a few minutes he finally decided he was going to carry you to bed. Slowly, and as gently as he could, Jeongin moved to stand, placing his hand under your cheek so you didn't fall over.

Gradually, and painfully slow, he scooped you up into his arms. Quietly, he took you to your room and laid you down on the bed. As your head rested on your pillow, he gently caressed your face.

As he began to rise, you lazily reached out and grabbed his wrist, taking him by surprise.

"Did I wake you?" He asked softly, guilt in his voice.

You mumbled something he couldn't understand as you tugged on his wrist. Crouching down so he could hear you easier, his heart stuttered as he heard a single word.

"Stay."

"You want me to stay?"

You nodded your head ever-so-slightly and he grinned. You two hadn't been dating very long and he had yet to stay over. His heart pounded at your request.

"Are you sure?"

You frowned as you tugged him again and he chuckled. "Okay, okay."

Climbing into the bed behind you, he wrapped his arms around you from behind. You began turning over, and he watched as you cuddled further into his chest. You let out a contented sigh as you grabbed onto his shirt, and he bit back a grin.

Moving his arm under your head, he gently caressed your cheek as you drifted back to sleep in his arms.

xx

Ateez:

And your fate ship is...

Hongjoong!

Tomorrow x Together:

And your Final Fate Ship is...

Taehyun!

[soobnny]

right side of my neck — jeongin x reader ; established relationship (0.6k words)

your touch hater bf just wants to kiss you

happy holidays !!!!!!!!!!!

“Innieeeee.”

He’s falling deaf to your whines, one ear and out the other.

“‘M trying to sleep.” You mumble with sleep-riddled voice, trying to push the boy’s face away from yours.

He isn’t quick to give up.

“And ‘m trying to kiss my girlfriend.”

Jeongin’s someone that rarely craves physical intimacy despite having the most beautiful hands and the most perfect lips.

Not that you minded.

You think it’s endearing how he reserves it for you, in the comfort of baggy clothes and the security of his room.

You can’t help but giggle at him. Your touch-hater boyfriend practically begging to keep kissing you. You should relish in this moment a bit longer.

Because apparently he can’t wait until morning, or at least certainly not when he’ll have to be shaken awake in the early hours of dawn for practices and schedules.

His lips stay attached on your skin, open-mouthed kisses pressed on anywhere he can get access to—cheeks, forehead, lips, chin, neck, lips, shoulder, ear, lips.

“Let me kiss you?” Jeongin leaves a trail just before landing back on your lips, hovering. You don’t know what time it is, but you know it’s past midnight when he’s soft and malleable like this, and begging in slurred vocabulary.

“Please?”

This man is going to kill you one day.

“Okay.”

Your one-word response doesn’t even have time to fizzle out into the air when your boyfriend latches his lips onto yours in an almost neediness.

He’s hazy-eyed, limp-tailed in your arms, and he doesn’t continue down to any more than kissing like he usually does. He knows that you’re tired, so he keeps it at just making out.

It goes on longer than you have the breath for it.

Jeongin allows you the liberty of taking in more air, pulling out to look at the messy plump of your lips, and then your eyes.

He thinks, he should really let you sleep soon.

“One more, promise.”

He whispers, attention span not rich enough to say another word before he’s chasing your lips for the last time. And his hands stay gently at your waist, that it makes you feel warmer than you already do.

Then, when he’s sure he’s kissed you enough to suffice missing your lips during practice, he releases you, and breathes out, “Mkay, you can sleep now. Thanks, baby.”

His fingers hold your body in place that you’re still pressed against him, and it’s really such a delight to witness his droopy eyes and his love-drunk smile and the bashful tint of his cheeks. He dips into your hair, a smile ghosting his lips when he gets a trace of the shampoo he uses.

“Hm, goodnight my Innie.” Your head finds his neck like it’s routine, but he can still hear you mumble against his skin.

“Don’t call me that if you don’t want me to kiss you again.” Jeongin makes a complaining noise, always been weak when you put a possessive determiner before his name.

You can only laugh with your exhaustion.

If any of the boys were to walk in his room, you were sure they’d be surprised at the sight they’d be subjected to. The reminder of their youngest pointedly making attempts to avoid their hugs, just to beg for yours—Han Jisung would throw a tantrum.

(“He must really like her,” Minho says after a chance encounter finding you and Jeongin asleep on the couch.

His hair tickles the skin of your neck at how close he is, and there is a fond smile on Minho’s face at the sight.

“Don’t let Sungie see this.” Felix laughs.)

Jeongin falls asleep before you do. Turns out he wasn’t as awake as you thought he was, but your heart tingles at the thought that he’d spent his last remaining moments of consciousness kissing you.

That, instead of resting to get at least a decent amount of sleep before his schedules, he’d chosen to meet your lips.

“Goodnight, Innie.”

(You let him kiss you again, dumb and needy and soft and knowing, the next evening.)

[nitadllyss]

Waking up next to your boyfriend

-maknae line x reader -

hyung line here

Genre: Fluff, Headcanon, Very sweet

Warnings: none

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Han Jisung:

• He’s a sleeping princess; he always looks so soft and fluffy that you have to hold yourself back from biting his cheeks or kissing the little pout his slightly open lips form.

• He needs to feel your warmth as close as possible and can’t sleep unless he’s holding you.

• Your head rests on his chest while his arms wrap around your waist, his legs tangled with yours (more like he has you locked up).

• He feels so warm—he’s basically a human heater.

• When the alarm goes off, he wakes up with a scared expression. It takes him a few blinks and about four seconds to process that he’s a living being. He turns off the alarm and immediately falls back asleep.

• When you wake up, you see his sweet sleeping face, which contrasts with how tightly his strong arms are holding you.

• "Sungie," you whisper as you snuggle further into his chest.

• He shows no signs of life, so you start leaving kisses on his collarbone and neck, making his skin shiver as he slowly wakes up.

• You laugh at his failed attempts to kiss your lips until he finally cups your cheeks and gives you a sweet kiss.

• "There’s no need to go to work today, did you know that?" he says with a silly, playful smile, winking at you.

• "Actually, Chan will kill you if you skip the recording today," you reply teasingly as you try to get up, but his whining stops you.

• You give in and lay back down with him for about three more minutes, waiting for him to wake up (he falls asleep again).

• Noticing this, you sigh and get up. When you turn on the light, he covers his eyes with the blanket and complains about how hard his life is (bro, you just have to go to work).

• He desperately tries to convince you to go back to sleep with him. "Babe, come back, let’s sleep a little more," he says in a whiny voice.

• After realizing his pleas aren’t working, he gives up and, still half-asleep, gets ready for work. He doesn’t even notice he put his hoodie on inside out.

Felix:

• He’s asleep on your chest, holding his game controller. The sound of the game is still faintly playing, but he’s already out cold, mouth open. He stayed up late trying to level up (he didn’t make it).

• Light starts filtering through the small gaps in the curtains, illuminating his freckles like tiny sunbeams on his soft face.

• When the alarm goes off, you stretch slightly to turn it off. Felix is so deeply asleep that he doesn’t even hear it.

• You chuckle at how exhausted he looks; he’s like a little kid. You can’t resist taking pictures.

• You kiss his cheek and notice how, unconsciously, the corner of his lips curls into a small, sweet smile.

• "Lix, baby, we need to wake up," you whisper while kissing every single one of his freckles.

• "I have to give you back each and every kiss first," he mumbles in his deep, raspy morning voice, barely opening one eye as he smiles widely.

• After kissing literally every part of your face, he gets up and, while getting ready, tells you how hard it is to level up in his game.

Seungmin:

• He’s slightly on top of you, just enough to bury his face in the crook of your neck while his hands squeeze you as if he’d die if he let go.

• He loves the scent of your body lotion and shampoo. He’s exactly where he wants to be.

• You never wake up before him; it’s way too comfortable by his side to do so.

• When the alarm goes off, he quickly turns it off, trying not to disturb you, but it’s too late—the noise already woke you up.

• "Good morning, Minnie," you say with a smile as you see his messy hair. He’s usually such a perfectionist that seeing him like this feels like a precious sight.

• He buries his face back into your neck, and you can feel his warm breath as he smiles.

• "You don’t have to wake up, go back to sleep," he mumbles in his groggy voice before giving you a soft kiss on the jawline and adjusting to look at you. God, he looks so cute.

• He stretches like a puppy, getting his body ready for the long day ahead.

• He teases you for staring at him in awe. "Hey, close your mouth, or you’re gonna start drooling," he chuckles as you quickly shut your mouth and frown.

• Eventually, he gets up to start his day. Of course, he’d love to stay with you all day, but he knows responsibilities matter.

• He shares company gossip with you while brushing his teeth (you only understand half of it). Before leaving, he asks if he looks good. He looks incredible.

I.N:

• The boys would die of jealousy if they saw this.

• He’s the big spoon, sleeping with his chest pressed against your back. He can’t help but be obsessed with the scent of your hair. His hands are intertwined with yours, and his head rests softly on top of yours.

• He woke up to the sound of the alarm, blinking a few times before turning it off. Once he does, he settles back into position, soaking in the comfort of your warmth.

• You start stretching and turn around to face him. How can he look this cute right after waking up? He looks like he just walked out of a photoshoot.

• His eyes meet yours, filled with warmth; they reflect all the love he feels for you. He’s not the best with words, so you’ve learned to read his gaze. "Did you sleep well?" he asks, smiling and showing his dimples.

• "Mhm, very comfy," you reply, kissing the corner of his eye and watching as his dimples deepen even more.

• He rolls his eyes with a fake pout, but he’s definitely melting inside.

• You laugh and make an offended face, and he responds by kissing the corner of your eye before pulling you into one last hug before getting up.

• After showering, you pass by the bathroom and see him doing his skincare routine. You can’t resist sneaking in to give him a kiss on the neck before letting him continue in peace, watching his face turn bright red.

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I hope you liked the headcanons! I'll probably do these very often. 🤭

English is not my first language, so if you see a mistake, let me know.🙏🏻🫶🏻

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[hyunjiiza]

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[pixiefelixie]

・❥・(ot8 headcannons) THE GIRLFRIEND EFFECT

summary: in which skz start to abandon their old habits after getting a girlfriend, and their fellow members can only watch in stunned horror as love turns these men soft. the girlfriend effect is real. nobody is safe. cw: profanity, just endless fluff and crack, use of she/her pronouns, pls take the humor with a grain of salt <3

chan - the insomniac king was dethroned

bang chan does not sleep. everyone knows that. 

he goes to bed into the next day—3am, 4am, sometimes not at all—and wakes up looking like he’s been in an emotionally toxic relationship with his pillow. it’s a thing. a legend, even. the morning game among the members is always:

“what time do you think chan slept last night?” “over or under 3am?”

so when he walks into morning dance practice looking… rested?

eyes clear. hoodie on straight. skin dewy. shoulders not hunched like a man carrying the weight of three unfinished tracks.

it’s suspicious.

no one’s said it yet, but the members are all thinking the same thing

seungmin narrows his eyes like he’s solving a mystery. then, slowly, he raises a finger and points directly at chan.

“what time,” he begins, voice slow and ominous, “did you sleep last night?”

it’s the sacred question. normally used to roast him. normally answered with some sleep-deprived groan and a “i don’t know, man.” but this time, it comes out… almost reverent. because the idea of bang chan getting a full night’s sleep is no longer a joke—it’s truth.

chan blinks. like he didn’t expect anyone to ask.

“uh…” he rubs the back of his neck, looking oddly sheepish. “y/n was tired. we kinda crashed around midnight.”

midnight.

midnight.

you could hear a pin drop on the dance floor.

jeongin just stares. mouth slightly open. brain buffering.

“you slept... at midnight?” he echoes.

chan shrugs, trying to play it off—but he can’t hide the way his lips twitch like he’s just a little too proud. “yeah, she knocked out so i didn’t want to wake her.”

“s-so you just… fell asleep? did she drug you or something?”

chan just laughs. “nah, i just like being next to her. it’s… easy to fall asleep.”

jeongin looks like he’s witnessing a crime scene. or maybe a miracle. it’s hard to tell.

“he’s broken,” he whispers, still staring. “she’s broken him.”

seungmin doesn’t even blink. he crosses his arms and says, deadpan, “no. she’s fixed him.”

and that day, for the first time in forever, chan doesn’t yawn once.

minho - “don’t touch my ass.”

minho is many things. dancer. cat dad. human embodiment of strange.

but above all?

he’s a butt hunter.

he will grope, slap, poke, and outright ambush the butts of any member foolish enough to turn their back on him. it's not even weird anymore—it's tradition. part of the culture. a stray kids rite of passage.

so when several days go by with no butt activity? suspicion brews.

jisung is the first to notice. obviously. he passes minho in the hallway and flinches out of habit, or trauma—but nothing. not even a threatening twitch.

it’s unsettling. so unsettling, in fact, that jisung decides to take matters into his own hands.

literally.

the next day, backstage at inkigayo, jisung makes his move.

minho’s facing the mirror, fixing his hair. perfect. jisung creeps up behind him like he’s in a nature documentary.

and then—pat. a clean, respectful grab. 

he waits. silence.

minho blinks at his reflection, then turns around slowly. calmly.

then: “don’t touch my ass.”

jisung chokes. “what?”

minho just stares at him. blank. serious. 

“don’t touch my ass,” he repeats, tone calm but final—like he’s scolding a cat for scratching the couch again.

“are you mad at me? jisung sputters. 

that finally gets minho’s full attention. he sighs, and looks up at jisung like he’s explaining something very simple to a very dumb squirrel.

“no. i’m not mad at you,” he says, voice calm. “it’s not about you.”

jisung blinks, confused and still braced for impact. “then what is it?”

minho shrugs, like it’s obvious. “it’s y/n.”

there’s a pause as jisung tries to keep up.

minho sighs again, rubbing the back of his neck. “like… i wouldn’t love it if other people were grabbing my partner’s ass all the time, even as a joke, you know? and yeah, it’s always been just us messing around, but still. she’s my girlfriend. i wanna be consistent.”

jisung stares. “so… you’re retiring from ass play.”

minho gives him a flat look. “don’t call it that.”

jisung holds up both hands, backing off. “okay, okay. sorry. just—wow. that’s actually kind of sweet. and disturbingly mature.”

“you had a good run. but i’m taken now. full package. including the rear.”

jisung almost falls to his knees.

“she’s corrupted you.”

changbin - “i hope you lose your pump.”

changbin is reliable.

rain or shine, comeback or chaos, he goes to the gym.

it’s not a suggestion. it’s not a routine. it’s a spiritual contract with his biceps. if he skips a day, he complains that he can “feel himself shrinking.” if his members skip leg day, he offers to carry them—and their guilt.

so when he’s not at the gym by 10am, it’s weird. when he’s not at the gym by noon? alarming. and when he’s not at the gym at all?

something is deeply wrong.

minho’s the first to text:

you alive or did you get hit by car 

no reply.

by 2pm, some have migrated to the dorms to check on him in person. they knock. no answer. chan tries the handle—unlocked.

and there he is.

changbin. on the couch. blanket over his legs. one arm around you, the other lazily flipping through netflix. a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on his lap.

he looks up. blinks.

“oh, hey,” he mumbles, clearly still half-asleep. “didn’t hear you come in.”

silence.

you offer a small wave from behind the couch. “hi.”

minho squints. 

“where were you?” chan asks, tone sharp like an accusation.

changbin blinks. “sorry?”

“the gym,” minho says, gesturing wildly. 

changbin furrows his brows. “i don’t remember telling you i was going.”

“you never have to tell us,” chan cuts in, clearly distressed. “you always go. we stopped asking you ages ago.”

“you’re the one who made a whole speech about how ‘discipline is showing up even when you don’t feel like it.’” minho scoffs.

you shift under the blanket slightly, sitting up a bit straighter, and speaking up for the first time since the interrogation began.

“i called him over,” you say simply, voice soft but teasing. “sorry none of you have girls asking to spend time with you.”

minho scoffs. 

changbin chuckles beside you, hand up for a high-five. you slap it, grab another handful of popcorn, and lean back with a smile.

chan shakes his head, but his lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile. “can’t even be mad. you look happy.”

“you’ve changed,” minho says solemnly, but really, he’s proud. “i hope you lose your pump.”

changbin grins. “you’re just jealous.”

they probably are.

hyunjin - “she likes me when i'm low-effort.”

hyunjin doesn’t just get ready. he curates.

every outfit is a look. every look has a theme. necklaces. earrings. scarves. a gentle waft of expensive perfume that smells like whispered poetry.

so when he walks out of his room wearing—

sweatpants. a plain white t-shirt. no versace. no rings. no 12-step skincare glow. just lip balm.

his roommate, changbin, nearly drops his protein shake.

“hold still.” he steps in front of the door, arms spread like he’s blocking a crime scene. “are you really going out like that?”

hyunjin blinks. looks down at himself like he forgot what he put on. then shrugs. “yeah. brunch.”

“with who, your bed?”

“y/n.”

silence.

“you’re going out with your girlfriend, hyunjin.” he says slowly, 

hyunjin tilts his head. “she likes me just fine this way.”

changbin gestures wildly. “you’re wearing sweatpants.”

hyunjin shrugs again, utterly unbothered. “they're clean.”

“and the plain white tee?”

“she said i look cute when i’m low-effort.”

changbin groans like he’s being personally attacked. “do you know how hard i tried to look good the last time i saw a girl? i changed outfits four times and still ended up sweating through my shirt.”

hyunjin just smirks, grabbing his phone off the counter before opening the door. “maybe you should’ve tried less.” he adds casually, before stepping out. “bye.”

and all changbin can do is stand there, shaking his head, whispering.

“she’s changed him.” 

han - his ego took a sick day

jisung milks compliments. he churns them into butter. whips them into frosting. lives off the validation like it’s a multivitamin.

in interviews, when asked who's the funniest? “obviously me.”

best-looking? “me, but hyunjin’s close.”

most talented? “it’s me. i wrote this question.”

you’re at the jyp cafeteria, trays clinking, the hum of trainees and staff in the background as you sit shoulder to shoulder with jisung at a corner table, while hyunjin and felix are across from you.

jisung’s rambling about something—probably a dream, possibly a conspiracy—chopsticks waving as he talks through a mouthful of rice. that’s when you notice it.

a tiny scrap of seaweed. clinging to the edge of his lip.

you lean in just a bit, tapping the side of your own mouth. “right there.”

he pauses, tongue darting out instinctively to swipe the spot along with a flick of his eyes up at you like, did i get it?

and somehow… it’s stupidly attractive.

and it hits you—hard and fast and stupid:

“you’re so handsome,” you murmur.

hyunjin and felix immediately stop eating.

the air stills.

felix sets down his spoon with a slow, almost reverent motion.

hyunjin glances at felix. then at you. then at jisung. they both brace for it.

this is the moment where his ego explodes.

he’s about to say something cocky. something ridiculous like "thank you for the unnecessary comment—everyone already knows that."

but none of that happens.

instead?

jisung freezes.

his chopsticks stop mid-air. his lips part slightly, like the words never formed.

felix and hyunjin exchange a slow, stunned glance across the table, like they’re witnessing something rare and possibly mythical.

jisung clears his throat. forces a tiny smile. not his usual smug grin—something smaller. bashful.

you tilt your head, soft and sincere as you repeat. “you’re really handsome.”

he ducks his head slightly, mumbling, “stop,” but there’s no bite in it.

you grin.

that’s when hyunjin leans forward dramatically, hand cupping his mouth. “i didn’t know you were capable of being humble.”

jisung groans, shoving a spoonful of rice into his mouth just to avoid talking. “shut up.”

hyunjin smirks. “you’re blushing.”

“i am not.”

felix points. “then why are your ears the color of gochujang?”

jisung throws him a look, cheeks puffed full of rice like a chipmunk. he chews dramatically, swallows, and finally mutters—

“god forbid i get a little flustered when my girlfriend compliments me.”

hyunjin groans dramatically, flopping back in his chair. “she softened him. he’s fully simmered.”

felix sighs into his hands. “remember when he used to call himself ‘sex on legs’ and say we were lucky to know him?”

jisung shovels another spoonful of rice into his mouth. “still true,” he mumbles.

he then looks at you—blushing, with a small smile.

felix - "i’m keeping her on her toes.”

felix is a certified cuddle bug.

he initiates first, always. doesn’t matter the time, the place, or the number of witnesses. if you're standing still for more than five seconds? he’s already wrapped around you like a weighted blanket if it had freckles.

he hugs everyone. back hugs. side hugs. full-body collapse hugs. the man radiates affection like it’s photosynthesis—he needs it to live, and he makes sure everyone else gets a dose too.

but ever since he started dating you…you started playing this little game. felix has decided to become your greatest enemy.

you step into the recording studio with a bright smile, holding iced americanos.

only felix, chan, and jisung today. chan looks up from the mixing board, immediately grinning. “oh, legend. thank you.”

jisung’s in the booth, mid-bar, rapping like his life depends on it.

you walk over to felix, who’s perched on the couch, headphones around his neck, scribbling notes in a lyric sheet. you set the tray of drinks down on the little table beside him, lean down, and press a soft kiss to his cheek.

then, naturally, you slide your arms around him in a casual hug.

he doesn’t move.

no returning squeeze. no snuggle into your shoulder. no dramatic gasp and full koala-mode cling. just him—smiling, smug.

smiling, but not hugging back.

you pull back just enough to pout. “felix. not this again.”

chan glances up from his monitor, brows raised. “what are you doing?”

felix turns to him. “she always expects the hugs. i’m trying to keep her on her toes.”

you groan. “we live for the hugs, felix. there are rules.”

“i know.” he winks. “that’s why i break them.”

chan leans back in his chair, eyes wide like he’s seeing felix for the first time. “you’ve… developed self-control.”

you sigh dramatically, still half in his lap. “unfortunately.”

felix scoffs, poking your side. “don’t act like you’re some poor victim. you dodge me all the time!”

you narrow your eyes. “okay, fine. if you wanna play that game… how about neither of us do anything?”

felix leans back like he’s genuinely considering it. “alright. okay. deal.”

a beat passes. one whole second.

then—

he immediately lunges forward, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. “too late.”

you squeal as he hugs you tight and presses a quick kiss to your cheek, smug and unrepentant.

“felix!” you gasp, laughing. “you lasted one second!”

he grins into your shoulder. “you looked too cute being all serious.”

chan shakes his head from across the room, muttering, “so much for self-control.”

felix shrugs, arms still locked around you. “self-control’s overrated.”

you could only change him so much.

seungmin - no one knows where the savage went

seungmin has the softest little voice. polite. gentle. that kind of light, effortless tone that sounds like it should be used to offer you tea or read bedtime stories. 

but then he opens his mouth and says something like,

“you look like someone who peaked in high school,” with the same tone you'd use to say, have a nice day.

and that’s the seungmin everyone knows—sharp-tongued, savage, and weirdly charming about it. naturally, everyone assumes he’d be the same with a partner. 

you’re sitting with felix and changbin in the practice room when seungmin walks in, sipping his iced tea. he plops down next to you and greets the group with his usual drawl.

as you start unwrapping a protein bar, he eyes it casually and goes, “is that your second one today?”

you nod with a muffled “mhm,” mid-bite.

across from you, changbin freezes—brows raised, lips already curling like he’s bracing for the roast. he’s heard this setup before. he knows seungmin’s usual follow-up. normally, it’s a deadpan jab about how someone eats like a vacuum, or a not-so-subtle fat joke about needing a second lunch just to function. he’s ready.

but instead?

seungmin leans his head slightly toward you, eyes soft. “you like those ones, right? i’ll grab you a couple more next time i’m at the store.”

you blink at him, surprised—but smile, warmth blooming in your chest. “really?”

he nods, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. then reaches over, gives your knee a light pat.

changbin looks offended. “okay, how come you never say stuff like that to me? i’m the one who put her on those protein bars.”

seungmin doesn’t even look up.

“because when you eat, it sounds like a construction site.”

felix loses it, nearly spilling his drink as he doubles over laughing.

changbin gapes, pointing at seungmin. “i chew normally!”

seungmin finally looks up, deadpan. “you breathe heavy before opening a snack.”

you’re gaping at seungmin, caught between shock and laughter. “seungmin.”

he finally cracks—a tiny, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he turns toward you. he opens his mouth just slightly, so, huffing a laugh, you lift the protein bar and hold it up to his mouth.

seungmin bites down on the protein bar, eyes locked on yours—soft, a little smug, but mostly just… fond. like the insult he threw five seconds ago didn’t exist. like you’re the only thing in the room.

felix watches the entire thing unfold from the corner of the couch, straw halfway to his mouth, forgotten.

“somehow,” he mutters to changbin, stunned. “she’s tamed him.”

jeongin - "she's normal"

jeongin is the maknae 💜. and he loves being the maknae.

gets away with things. never has to go first. everyone looks out for him.

but the second one of his members tries to baby him? it’s war.

if hyunjin tries to feed him a spoonful—he glares like he’s been betrayed. if anyone calls him “innie baby”? he files for emotional damages.

he secretly loves the attention, obviously. but he’ll never admit it. not to their faces. not in this lifetime.

so when he walks off stage after the main performance, sweat-damp and glowing, and heads backstage for a breather before the encore, it’s a complete shock when jeongin lets you be touchy. lets you baby him. cause they’ve all tried and failed.

“you did so well, baby,” you say, all soft and proud, hands reaching up to fix the little flyaways at his temple.

even just the pet name “baby” hits the room like a mic drop.

hyunjin physically recoils. 

jeongin just looks at you—shy smile pulling at the corner of his lips—and quietly asks, “you think so?”

you nod immediately. “i know so. you looked amazing out there.”

he blushes, eyes dropping, but he doesn’t pull away. if anything, he leans in a little—like your presence is the calm after the storm.

you cup his cheeks briefly, thumbs brushing just under his eyes. “i’m so proud of you, innie.”

another pet name. another shockwave.

this time, hyunjin can’t help himself. he dramatically stumbles backward like he’s been shot. so of course hyunjin takes it as a challenge.

on his way past, he reaches out and ruffles jeongin’s hair exactly the way he knows jeongin hates—fingers scratchy, deliberately messing it up.

“great job, baby,” hyunjin mocks in a high-pitched voice, grinning.

jeongin flinches immediately.

you laugh, covering your mouth as you watch the chaos unfold.

but hyunjin’s already on a mission.

he swoops in again—arms outstretched for a dramatic hug, lips puckered exaggeratedly as he leans in with a loud, “come here, my innie baby—”

jeongin panics, pushing at his chest with both hands. “get off me!”

hyunjin stumbles back, hand on his heart like he’s been betrayed. “come on! what is this? what does she have that i don’t?”

jeongin doesn’t even hesitate.

“she’s normal,” he deadpans, fixing his hair.

hyunjin staggers like the words physically struck him, hand still pressed to his chest in mock pain.

but jeongin’s already turned back to you—his expression softening, that tiny amused smile curling at his lips. you smile back just as sweetly, eyes crinkling, and he swears his heart does a little somersault.

hyunjin stares, genuinely stunned now, voice low and almost reverent.

“i’m… envious,” he mutters. “you’ve surely done something to him.”

author's note: what if skz did something totally out of character and their members lost their minds over it? i love a man completely changing his personality for a woman. sue me. anyways, thank you for reading this. i really hope you enjoyed it! engagement is appreciated, and feel free to leave some feedback 🫶

[fluffylino]

handsy innie

he's not as innocent as he seems...

-contains suggestive af themes

jeongin is not a pervert.

jeongin is a gentleman.

wrong!

as cute as he is, theres a side of him that comes out only when its the two of you. if you think minho, chan or hyunjin are the handsy members, innie stands at the top of that list.

he's obsessed with your chest.

and by obsessed, i mean obsessed.

you'd be talking to him and realise his eyes are flickering down to your low collar every two seconds.

he's shameless when you decide to not wear a bra at home. his hands slide under your shirt before you know it, and he's squeezing the mounds of flesh.

"...soft" pressing his front to your back, hands kneading at your boobs.

loves drawing circles over your hardened nubs, chuckling when goosebumps rise up on your skin.

"can i, baby..please?"

after a long day of being at the company or right after getting back from tour, how could you deny his sweet voice.

you lay down on the bed with his body slotted sideways between your legs. his cheek squished up on your chest while he lazily mouths over your tits.

practically purring when you stroke his hair down and squirm in his hold.

he's just so ready to feel you up at any time.

god, but when he's in the mood to tease you. he will go all out. there are times he nips at the sensitive skin, leaving bruises all over your chest. so many that it stays for weeks.

loves to see how you press your legs together unconciously everytime he licks a long strip from under, all the way to your swollen nipple, only to suck down on it.

might even try to get you to cum without touching you. could go on for hours till you end up crying from the lack of proper stimulation.

and if he does get you to cum, he's going to keep experimenting...

"gonna make you cum just like this, baby"

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Im a strong touchy innie believer!

[meenaxskz]

when he gets sick (maknae line)

ot8 reactions-drabbles | bf!skz x reader au genre: crack warnings: language a/n : i'm sorry i didn't mean for it to come so late after the hyung line sniff... but it was hard to come up with different new plots for each members. hopefully it's okay ! hyung line | ✧ maknae line

han

you find him dramatically starfished across the couch like he’s been defeated by a single sneeze. tissues everywhere. hoodie halfway on. hair sticking up like static electricity punched him in the skull. he sees the cough syrup and immediately goes “oh no. not today, satan.” you’re already tired and you haven’t said a word yet. “han jisung. you are sick. take. the. medicine.” “i already took medicine!” “no you didn’t.” “i took homeopathic medicine.” “…you sniffed Vicks and drank orange juice.” “AND I FELT SPIRITUALLY HEALED.” you deadpan. he sniffles. “don’t look at me like that, you judgmental nurse from hell.” you walk over. he backs up into the corner of the couch like you’re holding a weapon. technically you are. grape-flavored and vengeance-infused. “you’re gonna have to sedate me” he whispers. “because I’m not drinking that purple demon piss.” “it’s not even bad...” “then you drink it!!” “I’M NOT THE ONE MAKING DYING GOOSE NOISES IN THEIR SLEEP.” jisung makes a tiny offended gasp, like you just insulted his ancestors “I was wheezing cutely!” “you sounded like a haunted vacuum cleaner.” he slaps a tissue to his chest. “my own lover… turned against me…” you hold up the spoon. he crosses his arms like a gremlin. “no.” you sigh. you text chan. you hold the phone up so jisung can see the message: “if han jisung doesn’t take his meds in 5 minutes, i’m sending you the ‘meow meow sick boy’ compilation i’ve been collecting since 2022.” jisung stares in horror. “you kept archives??” “i am the FBI.” he mutters something about betrayal and capitalism but opens his mouth like a sulky baby bird. you pour the syrup in. he gags like you just poisoned him. “I CAN FEEL MY SOUL DYING” he howls, flailing. “I SEE THE LIGHT.” “that’s the kitchen light, dumbass.” you give him a juice box. he slurps it aggressively. “…i still get cuddles though, right?” “only if you don’t fake your death again.” he nods. “deal.” bonus: later that night, he’s fully passed out on your lap, warm from meds, holding your hand like a teddy bear. you go to grab your phone, and he sleep-mumbles: “…don’t post the meow meow archive… the people can’t know…” you smirk. too late.

felix

you’re standing in the living room, folding towels, living your boring domestic life in peace when you hear the softest, most suspiciously sweet little voice behind you go... “baby…” you already know. your soul leaves your body. you turn. he’s standing there in a hoodie three sizes too big, sleeves covering his hands, blinking like he’s never committed a crime in his life. “…what.” “c’mere” “why?” “just. c’mere.” you blink. you take one step forward. he immediately collapses into your arms. “i’m so tired…” “you slept eleven hours.” “emotionally.” you try to walk but he's wrapped around you like a weighted blanket. “felix i literally can’t fold towels with you hanging off me like a koala” “don’t need towels. need love.” you freeze. “…did you just say that out loud.” “i’m in my soft era.” he looks up at you, full puppy eyes, lips slightly pouty. “can i sit in your lap while you do stuff?” “i'm not a fucking booster seat” he climbs into your lap anyway. man is built like a cat with separation anxiety. “pet me.” “felix” “pet. me.” so now you’re sitting there one-handed folding laundry while your very adult boyfriend purrs into your hoodie and mumbles things like “you smell like safety.” and “you’re my lil mommy bear.” “okay nope. absolutely fucking not.” “my milky wuvy” “I’M GETTING THE SPRAY BOTTLE.” you try to push him off, he clings harder. “if you unlatch me, i’ll cry. real tears. emotional damage. 2007 trauma unlocked.” you freeze. “…why 2007.” “i watched Bridge to Terabithia and i’ve never been the same.” he pulls out the big guns. eyelash flutter. pout. baby voice. “can you scratch my back while i fall asleep and then play with my hair and tell me i’m special and maybe also feed me snacks?” you stare. “…do you wanna be babied or adopted.” “both.” bonus: 30 minutes later, you’re hand-feeding him popcorn on the couch, scratching his back, while he lays across your lap like a little prince. you mutter, “you’re so fucking spoiled.” he smiles sleepily. “and yet… so adorable.” you don't deny that...

seungmin

you walk into the living room with medicine and warm tea, and he doesn’t even look up from the couch. just sniffs dramatically and says, “look who finally decided to check on the dying.” “seungmin. it’s been 6 minutes. i went to boil water.” he shrugs. “a lot can happen in 6 minutes. i could’ve passed away. joined the spirit realm. you wouldn’t even know.” you stare. he stares back, wrapped in the blanket like a bitter old man on his front porch judging the neighborhood. “here” you hand him the tea. “…you think this will fix me?” “it’s ginger and honey.” “oh perfect. can’t wait to taste warm regret.” you sit next to him. he immediately leans just slightly away. “don’t get too close. i’m diseased. like a stray dog” “you’re being dramatic.” “i’m being accurate. my lungs sound like wet socks.” he coughs once. loudly. then looks at you like you personally caused it. “this is what happens when i go outside. i told you. the air is trying to kill me.” “you were at a café for fifteen minutes” “and now i’m paying the price for socializing.” he sips the tea. pauses. “…okay fine. this is kinda nice.” you smirk “wanna cuddle?” he slowly turns to you with a blank stare “…i’m infectious.” “yeah, but you’re also cute.” he scoffs. “disgusting. go date someone with a normal immune system.” you kiss his cheek. he doesn’t react, but his ears go red.he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear: “…love you too, idiot.” bonus: he wakes up from a nap on your lap, eyes barely open, voice raspy as hell. “did you cheat on me while I was unconscious.” you blink.“…what?” “you were scrolling suspiciously fast.” “i was on pinterest.” “mhm. planning your next relationship, probably.” you snort. “i was looking at soup recipes for you, dumbass.” he pauses.“…did you save any good ones?”

i.n

he’s laying on the bed, flushed, sniffling, and looking like a hot mess. literally. fever at 100.7. eyes glassy. shirtless. blanket only covering one leg for some reason. he sees you walk in with medicine and a cold compress and immediately grins like a little demon. “baby…” he rasps. “no.” “you don’t even know what I was gonna say.” “you were gonna say something disgusting and then try to kiss me with your sick-ass mouth.” “…okay yeah but in my defense i’m very charming when i’m near death.” you sigh, placing the medicine down. he props himself up, blinking slowly like he’s trying to flirt through actual respiratory distress “come here. i wanna kiss you…” “jeongin you’re going off to blow your nose.” he pouts, genuinely offended. “so what, you don’t wanna make out with your sexy little plague rat of a boyfriend??” “correct.” “wow. coward behavior.” he starts crawling toward you like a zombie but sexy??? his voice drops an octave,still congested, and he gives you his best sultry stare. “c’mon, baby. don’t you wanna… sweat together?” “…what the actual fuck.” you dodge when he leans in to kiss you. he stops mid-air. “did you just. DODGE me.” “yes because you’re sweating and breathing like darth vader and tried to lick my face five seconds ago” “THAT WAS LOVE LANGUAGE” he throws himself back on the bed like you rejected his marriage proposal. “i can’t believe this. rejected in my time of need.” you toss him the cold compress “cool your horny little forehead.” he mumbles under his breath while placing it on his face“if i die tomorrow, just know it was the heartbreak that got me, not the virus.” bonus: you go to check if he fell asleep. he lifts the compress just enough to say: “you still think i’m hot though, right?” you raise a brow. “…sick hot.” he smirks. “i’ll take it.”

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A Stray Kids headcanon

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Pussy!drunk Jeongin says fuck water and oxygen. Your cunt is his basic need for survival.

Pussy!drunk Jeongin who needs to have his face buried between your legs at least once a day to get through the rest of the twenty four hours.

Pussy!drunk Jeongin who shows you how a real man gives you head. He thinks kissing the clit before starting is considered respectful, seeing that your cunt is gonna end up wet, swollen, sticky and dripping with arousal in the next few seconds.

Pussy!drunk Jeongin doesn't just eat you out. Nooo. He worships you.

Holds your thighs firmly with his slender fingers, the fingertips digging into your soft skin when he leans in to your core that's clenching around nothing. Licks a long, languid stripe up your folds, parts them to look at your core that's so fucking tight, God damn, he might need an exorcism because he gets possessed at the sight.

Messy! Messy! Messy! The said gentlemen, Pussy!drunk Jeongin is the messiest fucking person you've met. The man doesn't give himself to breathe, pulling one orgasm out of another, drool leaking out of the corners of his mouth, chin and lips slick with your juices, thrusting his tongue deep inside that tugging his hair to stay hold feels useless.

Shamelessly groans and whines when feasting, making the most absurd, squelching noises slip out from down there that if anyone hears you, it's no surprise at this point. (He lowkey wants someone to hear how good he's making you feel).

Says the nastiest shit you've heard him say, you wonder if he's the same guy from when you first met. "So tight,"—slurp—suck— "S'good you taste,"—suck— "So fucking good mgh."

What's alcohol? He's intoxicated within seconds with the scent and taste of you alone.

But definitely talks you through it, saying how your pussy is made for him, how much he loves it when you close your legs around his head, watching your glassy eyes, chest rising and falling, body going boneless and limp.

Pussy!drunk Jeongin doesn't care what time it is. Every hour is a good hour to eat pussy. That's his policy. (With consent obviously).

Bent over the kitchen counter with your legs open, thighs spread wide on the mattress or skirt lifted up, panties shoved to the side while you both are hiding in a corner of somewhere semi public, trying not to get caught.

Doesn't give you time to breathe or recover, I mean—he's on a mission to see how many times can he make you lose your mind by letting his mouth do its wonders.

Pussy!drunk Jeongin who wakes you up every morning with his head in your cunt. He waits patiently for you to stir awake because he wants to make you feel the slow precise strokes of his tongue. Circling the glossy clit with the tip, then down the slit before taking the bud back into his mouth.

You arch your back, a small whimper escaping your lips, you're just waking up but your toes are already curling and your breaths becoming rapid. You buck your hips up, eyes hooded, mouth parted but he is only being so slow, dragging out the morning by serving himself breakfast in your sweetest bundle of nerves.

Pussy!drunk Jeongin who flies to the moon (figuratively) when you offer to sit on his face. He feels like it was some revelation that was sent for him, who's shirt is lost in a blink of an eye and is lying comfortably on the bed, head on the pillows, ready to get suffocated between your thighs.

His nose nudges your throbbing clit with every lick of his tongue while you're grinding on his mouth, fingertips digging into the curves of your ass and you're shaking above him. His throat flexes as he swallows every last drop and milks out for more, doesn't give a shit that you're overstimulated or when say you can't anymore.

He will make you cum as many times as he wants and you do every single time. Has made himself spill his load in his pants or on the bed just by stuffing his face up your cunt.

Fucks his fist so hard and fast or ruts into the mattress while he has you folded, breathing in your musky scent and soaking down with your releases.

His poor cock wants to be shoved into your hole, it gets the chance but only after he has coaxed enough orgasms out of you with his tongue.

Oh, and speaking of overstimulation—that is Pussy!drunk Jeongin's favourite thing in the world. How cruel this guy is, abusing your cunt to beyond the limit, you're whimpering, sobbing, screaming his name and that's music to his ears.

"M'so sensitive Innie—please—," you beg, tears leaking from your eyes, face flushed hot pink and he just groans into your flesh. "One more baby, one more please, please f'me baby?" And then he begs, not leaving your sloppy core alone at all.

Breaks you into shards only to put you back together over and over.

Stuffs his long digits in your gummy walls while his lips are wrapped on the swollen bud, making you squirt again and again and again. Scissors them just right, curling just enough to hit the sweet spot and you're shooting clear streams, soaking his hand, his face and the sheets beneath you. He thinks it's so fucking sexy to see you rip apart like that just for him.

Leaves you raw, core pulsing, body trembling once he's finally done. Watches his spit mixed with your slick slide down your drenched core, mentally noting in his brain he's going to do the same thing again tomorrow.

It's a cycle that never stops.

Pussy!drunk Jeongin eats you out for your pleasure—sure—but it's just the guy gets so euphoric knowing that your pretty pussy is all and only for him.

It's not really his fault that you taste so good is it? Says everytime you scold him for being late for work or when he refuses to let you go.

Actions come with consequences, so while you're all swollen and sore, Pussy!drunk Jeongin's jaw is stiff and aching for two days or three from how merciless he was on your poor cunt.

Good luck to him for his next recording session.

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[hyunsvngs]

priest jeongin in the context of me loving fleabag

wc: 1.1k

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, blasphemy kink, priest!jeongin (roleplay), dirty talk, dom jeongin (he's mean), sub reader, fingering, orgasm denial, a lottt of spit, wet 'n messy

“Kneel.”

It reverberates throughout your brain like a pinball on one of those old games. It’s strict, firm, but it still has your heart pumping so quickly as if it’s confused you. You knew he’d say this. You spoke about it beforehand, but god - nothing could have prepared you for the image of Jeongin like this. 

His clerical collar is tight around his neck, the long strands of his brown hair tickling the top of it. He hasn’t got his hands shoved in his pockets or anything that could indicate the process of his falling apart, no - Jeongin stands there, hands by his sides, those big black boots spread just enough to have you staring at his crotch.

You drop to your knees. You make a thud on the wooden floor and Jeongin doesn’t even snicker. His eyes narrow in on you, and you lick your lips with anticipation. What is he going to do? You’re not sure, but then he’s leaning down too, fingers on your chin, and his lips press against yours with little warning.

He kisses filthy. You remember the first time you’d kissed him, and he’d been all tongue and teeth even then. He’s not any better now, tongue swiping over yours and his mouth sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. You want to squirm, to run your hands through his hair and pull your priest in for more, more, more, but you need to be good. If you’re not good, he won’t give you anything you want - it’s a simple exchange like that - and so your palms stay flat on your thighs. 

When your lips finally part, a string of thick, viscous spit links the two of you together, and Jeongin groans. He can’t help himself, tongue teasing at the seam of your lips to collect your mixed saliva, and then he’s spitting it back onto your face. A large hand comes upwards, and the one already positioned on your jaw becomes firmer, keeping you in place as he rubs the spit into your cheek.

“Filthy,” He murmurs, eyes fixated on where your skin is slick. Jeongin’s worse, though, and he licks your face clean, groaning again at the taste. “I bet you’re fucking soaking wet, dirty bitch.”

You are. Your panties are grey and if he only spread your legs he’d see - you’re clad in only them, and the wet spot is so large by now that you’re scared it’s going to start dripping on the wooden floor. He coos at you when you nod, chest heaving, and he stands upright again, hands clasped in front of his stomach. 

“What is it that you want?”

“I- I-” You babble, voice hoarse. He grins this time, dimples a perfect contrast to the image of authority in front of you. 

“It’s meant to be a confession, right?” He says, still smiling. You moan. The whole thing is so dirty, so debauched that you arch your back, thrusting your nipples out into the cool air. He doesn’t move his eyes off of yours, wholly unaffected. “Tell me what you want.”

Your eyes flicker down to his fingers, still clasped together. His gaze follows you, and he doesn’t say anything. You lick your lips. “Please, father.”

Jeongin hums, nods. “Get on the bed for me. On your front.” 

You move so quickly that it would’ve been embarrassing in any other situation. You’re on your front on the bed within seconds, and you spread your legs so he can see exactly what the situation is doing to you. You hear his stuttered breath, and then footsteps. He shoves his face into your drenched underwear and inhales, and you’re squealing, canting your hips back.

“Jeongin! Jeonginnie, that’s-”

He inhales again, pulling back. “It’s what? It’s dirty, baby?” He muses, running a fingertip up the seam of your folds through your panties. You’re so wet that your underwear must be translucent by now, and you gasp when the pad of his finger just barely breaches your hole, through the fabric. “I’ll tell you what’s dirty. Presenting this ass for your fucking priest is dirty.”

“Oh my god,” You wail, head dropping to shove your face against your forearms. “I-I’m dirty, father, I can’t help myself.”

“I can see that.”

His thumbs hook into your panties, and you hear them fall to the floor with an embarrassingly wet noise. The cold air hits your folds, a sensation so jarring that it feels like there’s something biting at the sensitive area between your legs, and you try - and fail - to avoid squirming. 

“How long has it been since your last confession?” Jeongin says, voice steady, and you blink. Before you can answer, two digits are sinking into your hole deep, and he curls them upwards to hit your g-spot. The feeling makes you whine, and your gummy walls clench on his fingers, gushing more and more slick down to his knuckles without him even properly moving them. “Tell me. How long has it been?”

“I don’t- I don’t know-”

“You wanted to do this properly, didn’t you?” He scoffs out a laugh, digits finally starting to piston inside of you. You keen, trying to grind your hips to get your clit some form of attention with how it’s aching and untouched.

“Yeah! I did, but- I can’t- Iyennie-”

“Father.”

“Father! Father, it’s been-” You really can’t think. You’re not sure what he means, but something within you tells you he’s referring to the last time you’d been such a whore, needy for his touch, and that had been literally yesterday. “It’s only been a day, father, please, please, more-”

“That’s right, a day,” He coos fondly, and his thumb finally, finally, moves down to rub against your clit. It’s messy, imprecise, but you wail and thrash as if it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt. It truly feels like it is. “I make you cum every single day, and you’re still a dirty little whore. You know what happens to bad girls, honey.”

“Hnng, no, I don’t know, I don’t know!”

“You don’t know many things, do you?” He sounds irritated now, his words coming out in clipped, short sentences. His thumb presses harder on your clit and his fingers somehow push deeper, all of their length pressing inside of you as the most delicious thing you’ve ever felt. “Bad girls take what they’re given.”

You have to. You can’t find it in you to respond, and when you get so close, so close that you can feel it beginning to rattle your teeth, his hand pulls away. You want to throw a tantrum, to stomp your feet and beg him for something, anything, but your orgasm is ruined before you can find it in you to speak. He's snickering behind you, and you moan in dismay.

“That’s one,” He murmurs, and you hear the wet sounds of him sucking his fingers clean. He spits on your asshole and you feel it dribble down to your pussy, adding to the mess between your folds, a wet patch forming beneath you on the sheets. You're out of breath, toes curling and relaxing, tears biting at your eyes. “I think two more edges and you can cum.”

[cheeseceli]

Like the sun

Jeongin never had the "oh my God, I like them" moment. He never had a realisation. But that doesn't mean he was oblivious, no, he knew he liked you, and he knew it well.

It was funny, though. It's like it was deep in his mind. He just knew he liked you. No "wow" moment, no teasing from his friends, no gossip and bets about how or if you'd end up dating each other. It was just so natural.

Natural. Maybe that's the most precise word. Natural, like the sun light, he thinks. You never stop what you're doing to notice how the sun is rising, but you do feel it. You feel the warmth and the light. You know the sun is there. He knew his love for you was there. He didn't feel it coming, but he felt its presence.

Today, he can guarantee anyone who listens that he loves you. He always had. And as long as the sun is there, he will always love you.

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[4linos]

he calls you a gold digger pt. 2

ot8 x fem!reader

warnings: angst. some cursing. open endings.

wc: 8932

[he calls you a gold digger part 1]

bang chan

The house was eerily quiet now, the air thick with unspoken words. The silence that had followed your exit from the kitchen still weighed heavily on your shoulders. The faint light from the hallway cast long shadows in the bedroom, illuminating your back as you lay in bed, your body stiff and still. You were pretending to sleep, but you weren’t fooling anyone, not even yourself.

You heard the soft creak of the floorboards outside the bedroom door, then the unmistakable weight of Chan entering. The tension was palpable, even though neither of you had spoken a word since that confrontation in the living room. He didn’t need to say anything for you to know what he was feeling. His presence was an apology, a quiet acknowledgment of the hurt he had caused. But still, there was that gaping distance between you both too wide for something as simple as a few words to bridge.

You felt the bed shift as he climbed in beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight, but he didn’t touch you. For a long while, the only sound was the soft rustle of sheets, the space between you two expanding like a vast chasm that neither of you knew how to cross.

He cleared his throat, the sound like a crack in the silence. "I’m sorry."

The words hung in the air, but it felt like they didn’t quite reach you, not yet. His voice was filled with guilt, but there was something else there too. Something heavier. He had known he was wrong, but had he understood why? That was the question that twisted in your chest.

You didn’t answer right away, instead trying to compose yourself, wiping away the few stray tears that had slipped from your eyes in the dark. You wanted to scream at him, to ask him why he could’ve doubted you, why he could’ve thought for one second that you were just like everyone else who used him for what he had. But you couldn’t bring yourself to speak in anger. Not yet. Not when the hurt felt so deep.

“Why did you think that, Chan?” Your voice cracked, softer than you intended, but the pain that had been building inside of you finally spilled over, raw and unguarded. “Why did you think I was only here for your money?”

Chan didn’t answer immediately. He let out a long breath, as if trying to gather the courage to speak, and finally, when he did, his words were tinged with an almost defeated vulnerability. "I know you didn’t care about that... not really." He paused, his voice faltering as he seemed to search for the right words. "But I… I guess I was scared. I wanted to see if you’d leave if I told you that I lost everything."

The confession hit you like a punch to the gut. You knew Chan had been through a lot. You had been there for the long nights, the stress, the pressure that seemed to follow him everywhere he went. But you never, not once, thought that he would question your love. You loved him in ways that words couldn’t explain, with or without the success he had built, with or without anything material.

"I don’t care about what you have, Chan," you whispered, your voice shaky. "I never did. I loved you when you had everything, and I love you now, when you have nothing. Nothing changes how I feel about you."

But even as you said those words, the knot in your chest only tightened. The thing that hurt the most wasn’t just that he doubted you, it was that he had become so broken by the world around him that he couldn’t see the love you offered for what it was. No, he saw it as something fragile, something conditional. He saw it as something that could be gone as easily as the money he had lost.

He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the bed. The guilt was written all over his face, but there was a sadness there too, a recognition of his own insecurity that made it hard to watch. He had been so afraid of losing everything, afraid of losing you, that he pushed you away first, tested you in a way that felt cruel.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured again, quieter this time. “I didn’t know what I was doing. I was just... so scared. I didn’t think you would stay if you knew everything was gone.”

For a moment, you let the words settle, the weight of them pressing down on you. You could feel his pain, the fear of losing everything, of losing you, but there was something deeper there too. Something that hurt even more than his doubt.

"I’ve always been here for you, Chan," you said, your voice barely audible. "But now… now I don’t know if I can do this anymore. I don’t know if I can keep fighting for someone who doesn’t believe in me. Who thinks I’m just like all the others who’ve used him."

He flinched, as if your words had physically struck him. The air between you both thickened again, the silence stretching on for what felt like hours. His breath hitched as he reached out, hesitantly at first, and then his hand settled on your arm, tentative but desperate, as if he were afraid you would pull away again.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I don’t want to push you away. I just... I just wanted to see if you’d leave me if everything was gone. And I was so afraid… so damn afraid, that I pushed you away before you could leave on your own.”

You turned slowly, your back still slightly facing him as you wiped your face. The tears were relentless now, mixing with the frustration, the feeling of betrayal, and the aching love you still had for him. You had been prepared to stand by his side no matter what. To weather the storm, to help him rebuild if he lost everything, to be the one thing he could count on. But now, in this moment, you weren’t sure if he was even capable of letting you do that.

“You hurt me, Chan,” you said quietly, your words soft but laced with a quiet anguish that made him flinch. “You pushed me away, when I would’ve stayed, no matter what. You doubted me when I never doubted you.”

The silence stretched between you both once more, but this time, it wasn’t filled with distance, it was filled with understanding. He had pushed you away out of fear, and now, finally, the guilt was so overwhelming that he couldn’t look you in the eye. He had to face what he had done. The emotional damage he had caused by testing you, by doubting you, by assuming you were just like the rest of them.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible now, choked with emotion. “Please, don’t leave me.”

You closed your eyes, biting back the sobs that threatened to break free. You loved him. You wanted to stay. But the weight of the doubt, the betrayal, made it hard to breathe. You weren’t sure if you could forgive him. Not yet.

“You’re the one pushing me away,” you murmured, your heart breaking all over again.

And that realization, the quiet truth that hung in the air, felt heavier than any of the words that had been spoken before.

lee know

As you step into the bedroom, your bedroom, the one you once shared with Minho it no longer feels like home. The air is thick with everything unspoken, everything broken beyond repair. Your hands tremble as you reach for your suitcase, pulling it out from beneath the bed.

You don’t cry. Not yet. There’s too much adrenaline in your veins, too much disbelief still settling in your bones.

Minho doesn’t love you.

No, that isn’t what hurts the most. It’s not just that he doesn’t love you anymore. It’s that he looks at you like he never did. Like you were never more than someone who stood beside him, someone he tolerated, someone who at best was convenient.

The thought makes your throat tighten, but you push it down, forcing yourself to move.

You grab the essentials first. Clothes, toiletries, the few personal things that actually belong to you. Your fingers hesitate over a framed photo on the nightstand, one of you and Minho from what feels like a lifetime ago. You remember that day so vividly: the warmth of his arms around you, the way he had laughed when you stole his scarf, the way he had kissed your forehead like you were the most precious thing in the world.

Now, that version of him feels like a ghost.

You turn the frame facedown.

As you zip up your suitcase, you hear footsteps. Slow, deliberate. Your heart clenches, but you don’t let yourself hope.

Minho stops in the doorway, leaning against the frame. His arms are still crossed, his face unreadable. “You’re really leaving?”

A humorless laugh escapes you. “You expected me to stay?”

His jaw tightens, just slightly. For the first time tonight, you think you see something flicker behind his eyes, something uncertain, something almost vulnerable. But it’s gone before you can name it.

Minho shrugs. “I just thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

The words sting more than you want them to. Because you have fought. You fought for him, for this relationship, for the love you thought was still there.

And now, you’re done.

You shoulder your bag, gripping the handle of your suitcase. “I did fight, Minho. You just didn’t care.”

His lips press into a thin line. He doesn’t argue. He doesn’t deny it.

That’s all the confirmation you need.

Brushing past him, you make your way to the front door. Each step feels heavier, like the weight of everything you’re leaving behind is pressing down on you. But you don’t stop.

You reach the door, hand on the knob, before pausing. One last chance. One last moment for him to stop you, to say something, anything that would make you turn around.

But the silence lingers.

So you take a breath, open the door, and step out into the night.

And this time, you don’t look back.

-

Minho hadn’t expected to see you tonight.

Maybe he should have. You ran in the same circles, had the same friends, went to the same places. It was bound to happen eventually. But still, when he stepped into the party, when he caught sight of you across the room, it hit him harder than he was prepared for.

It had been weeks since that night. Weeks since you had stood in the doorway, waiting hoping for him to say something, to stop you. And he hadn’t.

He had let you walk away.

At first, he told himself it was for the best. That it was what you wanted, what you had been waiting for. He told himself that you would call if you really wanted to. That you wouldn’t ignore his texts if you still cared. But you never did.

And now, here you were, standing a few feet away, laughing softly at something your friend Rin had said, looking… different.

Lighter.

It was the first thing he noticed. There was an ease to the way you carried yourself now, something he hadn’t seen in a long time. The tension that had always hung between you those last few months was gone. And it wasn’t because of him, it was because he wasn’t in your life anymore.

That realization sat heavy in his chest, but he forced himself to push it aside. He could talk to you now. The opportunity was right there.

So why was he hesitating?

Minho had never been one to overthink things, but as he stood there, gripping his drink a little too tightly, his mind was racing. What would he even say? That he regretted the way things ended? That he hadn’t meant half the things he said that night? That he had been angry, at himself, at you, at everything and had taken it out on the one person he should have fought for?

Would you even care?

Would you even listen?

He was still debating, still trying to find an excuse not to go to you, when Rin, your friend suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you toward someone else.

Chan.

Minho knew him not well, but enough. Chan was the kind of guy who made people feel at ease, the kind of guy who was impossible to dislike. He had an easy charm, a warmth that drew people in without even trying.

And from the way you smiled at him, the way your expression softened as he spoke to you, Minho could tell that you weren’t immune to it either.

Something unfamiliar twisted in his chest.

He watched, unable to do anything but watch as you and Chan talked. At first, it was just that. Just words exchanged over the music, just a casual introduction. But then Chan reached for your hand, tilting his head toward the dance floor in invitation.

And you didn’t hesitate.

Minho’s grip tightened around his glass as he watched you let Chan lead you into the crowd, watched as his hands settled on your waist, as yours rested on his shoulders. You weren’t even doing anything dramatic just swaying to the rhythm, moving in sync with the beat. It wasn’t even intimate. Not really.

But it didn’t matter.

Because you were smiling.

Because you were laughing.

Because, for the first time since you walked out that door, Minho realized, really realized what he had lost.

He had spent so much time convincing himself that you would come back. That eventually, you would miss him, that you would call, that you would realize no one else knew you the way he did. That no one else could love you the way he did.

But now, watching you dance with someone else, he knew.

You weren’t waiting for him.

You were moving on.

And he wasn’t.

changbin

The days stretched into weeks after you left. Changbin hadn’t come after you. He hadn't knocked on your friend's door, or flooded your phone with desperate calls. Instead, he seemed to be waiting, waiting for something to change, waiting for you to return, but he knew, deep down, that things couldn't go back to how they were before. The air between you both was thick with things unsaid, feelings left untouched. It was too quiet in the apartment now, every room echoing with your absence.

He couldn’t stop thinking about what he had said. You wouldn’t last a day without my money. He couldn’t escape the bitterness of those words, nor the image of the hurt on your face when you turned your back on him. Regret gnawed at him, suffocating any sense of peace. He knew that no matter how much he apologized, no matter how much he tried to justify it, the damage was done. Those words were out in the world now, and they couldn’t be taken back.

But then, the silence grew unbearable. He missed you. The empty bed, the vacant corners of the apartment, nothing felt like home without you there. He couldn’t tell if it was guilt or longing that kept him from making the first move, but he stayed rooted in his pride, convinced that he had given you the space you needed. But time had taught him one thing: he wasn’t the person who needed space anymore. It was you.

Finally, he made the decision. He couldn’t sit around waiting any longer. He had to show you that he understood, that he was sorry, and most importantly that he could be the person you deserved.

-

When you returned to the apartment a few days later, everything was still. There was no sign of Changbin, no indication that he was there at all. You were halfway through the door when you saw it. An envelope, wedged carefully under the kitchen counter. Your name was written in Changbin’s handwriting, messy but clear. You stood there for a long time before you opened it. The weight of it felt heavier than the paper itself.

Inside was a single sheet of paper, written in large, uneven strokes, as though he had rushed to get his thoughts down, unsure of where to start.

I know I don’t deserve this, and I know I’ve hurt you more than I can ever fix with words, but I want you to know that I see the damage I’ve caused. I didn’t think about how my words would affect you. I’ve been selfish, and I’ve been blinded by my own ego. But I’m sorry. And I don’t want to lose you.

I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said, about how I’ve treated you. You were right. You’ve always tried, and I’ve been too focused on myself to see it. I want to do better. I want to show you that I’m capable of more than what I’ve shown you these past few months. Please, just give me a chance to prove it.

I love you. And I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t enough.

The note was simple, and yet it felt like the weight of the world rested on it. You could feel the sincerity in his words, the desperation in the way he had written them. But you weren’t sure. After everything, was this enough?

You sat on the couch, staring at the paper in your hands for what felt like hours. In the distance, you heard the faint sound of keys in the door. Your heart skipped a beat.

And then he walked in.

Changbin stood at the threshold of the living room, his eyes tired, worn, like he hadn’t slept properly in days. He didn’t say anything at first he just waited, studying you as if trying to gauge the air between you both.

You could see it. He looked smaller somehow, his usual bravado gone, replaced by something far more vulnerable. Something raw.

"Are you... okay?" he asked quietly, stepping further into the room. His eyes flickered down to the note in your hand, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

You didn’t know how to answer. You didn’t know how to feel. The hurt still lingered, gnawing at the edges of your thoughts. But you had missed him. You had missed him, this life. Even with all the weight between you, you could still feel the pull, the love that had once been so effortless.

“Do you really want to fix this?” you finally asked, your voice quiet but steady. “Because I don’t know if I can just forget what you said. You hurt me, Changbin. And it wasn’t just about the lights. It was everything... the way you made me feel like I was just a problem in your life. Like I was in the way.” You swallowed, trying to keep your voice from cracking. “I don’t know if I can move past that.”

Changbin nodded slowly, running a hand through his hair. His jaw clenched. “I get it,” he said, his voice rough. “I messed up. I can’t take back what I said, but I can show you that I never meant it. I’ve been so wrapped up in my own issues that I took you for granted. I pushed you away because I was afraid. Afraid that maybe you would leave, afraid that I wasn’t enough, that I couldn’t be the person you needed. But that doesn’t justify what I said. It doesn’t excuse it. And I’m sorry.”

The silence that followed hung heavily between you both, thick with so much emotion. It was hard to breathe, hard to think straight.

"How do I know it won’t happen again?" you whispered, looking up at him through the mess of emotions swirling inside. “How do I know you won’t hurt me like that again?”

Changbin took a deep breath, stepping closer to you. “I don’t have all the answers, and I’m not perfect. I can’t promise that I won’t mess up again, but I can promise that I’ll try. I’ll show you, every single day, that I’m not the same person I was when I said those things.”

You didn’t know what to say. Part of you wanted to yell at him, to walk out, to just end it and move on. But the other part of you, the part that had loved him so deeply felt something stir, something fragile but real.

Slowly, you stood up, taking a step toward him. The space between you felt both too small and too large at the same time. You reached for him, touching his arm gently. It wasn’t forgiveness. Not yet, but it was a sign that you were willing to listen, to try.

“I need time,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m willing to see if we can fix this. If we can rebuild.”

And for the first time in weeks, you saw the faintest flicker of hope in Changbin’s eyes. He nodded, the weight of everything heavy on his shoulders.

“I’ll wait,” he promised.

The road ahead was uncertain. There were no guarantees. But in that moment, it felt like maybe, just maybe there was a chance for healing.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, it seemed like the two of you might just be able to start again.

hyunjin

The distance starts small.

A missed call here. A delayed response there. You let Hyunjin’s texts sit unread a little longer than usual, let your touch linger a little less when he reaches for you. You don’t refuse him outright, don’t push him away with force. no, that would be too obvious, too abrupt. Instead, you let the space between you stretch, inch by inch, until one day you realize you don’t even have to try anymore.

Because he doesn’t notice.

Not at first.

Hyunjin moves through his world the same way he always has untouchable, adored, effortlessly oblivious. He still pulls you into his side when you’re out, still kisses your temple in passing, still whispers in your ear at parties like nothing has changed.

And maybe, to him, nothing has.

But you feel it.

You feel it in the way your stomach twists when he touches you. In the way his voice sounds like static, his presence like a weight instead of a comfort. You feel it in the way you no longer look at him and see the man you used to adore, only the man who, without hesitation, without thought, had agreed that you were here for the lifestyle, and nothing more.

And then, there’s Jisung.

You weren’t looking for him. It was an accident, running into him at a coffee shop you’d wandered into one morning, trying to escape the suffocating walls of Hyunjin’s penthouse. You hadn’t seen him since college, since the days before your life became a glittering performance, before you knew what champagne tasted like on a rooftop at midnight.

Jisung is different.

He still has the same boyish grin, the same easy warmth, the same infectious energy that makes the world feel lighter when he’s around. He tells you about his music, about late nights in the studio, about the projects that keep him awake because he loves them too much to sleep. He asks about you not about Hyunjin, not about the world you’ve been living in, but you. Your dreams, your thoughts, the things that make you laugh.

And for the first time in a long time, you feel seen.

But it’s not that simple.

Because his attention is both a balm and a knife in your side.

You wonder if he’s just a distraction, if he’s just a fleeting escape from the world you once wanted so desperately. If leaning into his warmth is only delaying the inevitable.

Or maybe, just maybe he’s a glimpse of something real.

And then, you invite him to Hyunjin’s party.

You tell yourself it’s nothing. That it’s not a statement, not a rebellion, not a test. Jisung doesn’t hesitate to accept, doesn’t flinch at the idea of stepping into a world so different from his own. He just smiles, shrugs, says, “Free drinks? Why not.”

But when you arrive together, the air shifts.

Hyunjin doesn’t react at first. He greets you like always, a lazy smile, an arm around your waist, a kiss on your cheek. He doesn’t blink at Jisung’s presence, doesn’t question it.

But his friends do.

They whisper. They watch. They smirk.

And then, they instigate.

"Damn, they’re close, huh?"
"You sure she’s still yours, Hyunjin?"
"Man, they look more like a couple than you two do."

You see the exact moment it sinks in. The way Hyunjin’s fingers tighten around his glass, the way his jaw tenses, the way his once-effortless ease turns into something sharper.

And then, when the tension reaches its breaking point, he pulls you aside.

Not gently.

"You’re all over him," he says, voice low but edged with something unfamiliar.

Not amusement.

Not arrogance.

Something closer to frustration.

Maybe even jealousy.

You blink at him, feigning innocence. "Excuse me?"

His eyes flick to where Jisung is, still laughing with some of the other guests, then back to you. “Everyone’s watching, and you’re acting like—” He stops himself, exhales sharply, and then mutters, “Like you’re with him, not me.”

You tilt your head. "Why do you care?"

His jaw clenches. "Because you’re mine."

The words settle between you, heavy, suffocating.

And for the first time, you let yourself really look at him.

At the man who never defended you. The man who let his friends belittle you like it was nothing.

The man who only noticed you slipping away once there was someone else in the picture.

You inhale slowly, then smile.

"Am I?"

And with that, you walk away.

Straight to Jisung.

HAN

You feel the weight of the ring on your finger, now a burden instead of a symbol of love. The glimmering diamond seems to mock you with every beat of your heart. You glance at Jisung, his smile faltering more with each passing second. The room around you feels like it’s closing in, suffocating you. You can hear their voices, your family and friends, trying to process what’s happening. Some are still clapping, still excited, but others are beginning to murmur, uncertain.

You slowly slip the ring off your finger, the cold metal pressing against your skin as you move it. The world seems to pause as you hold it in your hand for a beat too long, the silence becoming suffocating. Every eye in the room is on you, but you’re no longer aware of them, not truly. It’s just you, the ring, and the terrible knot of confusion and betrayal in your chest.

Without looking at Jisung, you turn sharply and begin walking toward the door. Your breath comes in quick, shallow gasps as you try to keep your composure, but it’s impossible. You can feel the sting of tears that you refuse to let fall, the anger and hurt welling up in your throat like a dam ready to burst.

"Wait!" Jisung’s voice cuts through the air, the first sign of desperation breaking through his earlier coolness. He’s moving quickly, trying to catch up with you. You hear him calling your name, but it only makes you want to keep walking faster.

"Hey, what’s going on?" your mother’s voice breaks through the fog of your thoughts, confusion and concern mixing in her tone. "Sweetheart, where are you going?"

"Don’t go!" Jisung reaches for your arm, his grip too tight. His voice is frantic now, pleading. "Please, don’t do this."

You rip your arm away from him, the hurt in your chest growing heavier with each second. "Don’t do what? Don’t walk away from a joke?" You don’t recognize your own voice. It sounds foreign, cracked with pain.

The room is buzzing now, your friends whispering, your family looking between you and Jisung with wide eyes. The tension in the air is thick, suffocating.

"You can’t just walk away, we’re in front of everyone!" Jisung exclaims, but there’s something in his eyes, something you haven’t seen before. Panic. Realization. But it’s too late.

Your father steps forward, his expression hardening as he looks between you and Jisung. "What’s going on here, huh?" His voice is low but sharp, a warning edge to it. "Why are you acting like this?"

You turn toward your father, your voice catching in your throat as you force yourself to speak, to make them understand. "I don’t know, Dad… Maybe because he doesn’t think I’m worth more than a joke?" You glance at Jisung, your gaze unwavering. "That’s what he said. That he had to ‘pay enough to keep me.’" The words leave your mouth, and the room goes silent, your family’s faces full of shock and confusion.

Jisung opens his mouth to speak, but you don’t give him the chance.

"That’s not what I meant!" he says quickly, his voice shaking now. "I swear, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just nervous—"

"You were nervous?" You shake your head, unable to stop the rush of emotions spilling out. "You think that’s a good excuse? You think after everything, after all we’ve been through, that I would want to be part of some..some transaction? That this is just a deal to me? You’ve got it all wrong, Jisung."

You look at your mother, your eyes pleading for her to understand, for someone to make sense of this. She takes a step toward you, her voice soft but concerned. "Sweetheart, maybe you’re just—"

"No." You cut her off, your voice trembling but strong. "No, I’m not misunderstanding. Jisung said exactly what he meant. He sees me as… as something to be bought, something to be kept, but not someone to be loved." You look back at him, your heart aching. "I’ve spent my whole life dreaming of a day like this, and you made it feel like a game. Like I’m some prize you had to win."

Jisung’s face falls, his lips parting in a failed attempt to find the right words. But nothing comes out. The silence between you both is suffocating now, and you can see the regret creeping into his eyes too late.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that," he repeats, voice shaking, but there’s no conviction in it. It’s just words now. Words that don’t mean anything. "I swear, it was just nerves. I messed up, okay? But you have to understand—"

"No, I don’t understand," you interrupt. "You don’t get it. If this is what you really think of me, then I can’t marry you. I can’t. Not now, not ever."

Jisung’s face pales, and for the first time, you see how deeply you’ve hurt him. But it doesn’t matter anymore. You’ve been hurt too, and the damage is done.

The room is too silent. Your family stands in stunned disbelief, your friends exchanging glances, unsure of how to respond. Jisung’s mother is behind him, looking torn, but your own family stays rooted to the spot, watching, waiting for the next move, the resolution that will never come.

"Please, just… think about this," Jisung begs again, but his voice is weaker now, pleading. "I love you. I really do. I made a mistake, but don’t let this ruin us."

You shake your head slowly, the weight of the ring still heavy in your palm. "I can’t let this go. Not when it feels like everything I’ve ever wanted from you wasn’t real. Not when you think of me like that."

You turn away then, and your heart breaks with every step, but you know deep down that there’s no coming back from this. The door swings open, and the world outside beckons you, uncertain and dark, but free.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, you step into it, leaving the life you thought you knew behind.

felix

Months had passed since everything fell apart. The ache in your chest had dulled, though it still lingered like a scar. You had focused on rebuilding yourself, focusing on your own life and your friends, learning how to move on without Felix. It hadn’t been easy, but you had found your footing again, even though the memory of him, of the betrayal still haunted the edges of your days.

But today was different.

You’d gone to your favorite coffee shop, the one you hadn’t stepped foot in since the breakup. You’d heard that the place had changed hands, a new barista, a new atmosphere. You didn’t expect anything significant, just a chance to get out, to feel normal again. You had no idea Felix was in there, standing by the counter, looking at the menu as if nothing had changed.

It wasn’t until you’d stepped into the line that you noticed him. The sight of him caught you off guard, like a punch to the gut. He hadn’t seen you yet, and for a moment, you debated turning around, walking out the door. But before you could make that decision, his eyes lifted from the menu and met yours.

For a split second, neither of you moved. His expression flickered between recognition and hesitation, like he wasn’t sure if he had the right to approach you. And then, as though something in him shifted, he stepped forward, his voice tentative.

“Hey,” Felix said, his voice quieter than you remembered. “I didn’t think I’d run into you here.”

You wanted to say something. You wanted to yell at him, to remind him of everything he’d put you through. Instead, you just stood there, frozen. The years of hurt, of confusion, all those nights spent trying to make sense of what had happened, suddenly crashing over you in a wave.

“Uh,” he continued, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I didn’t expect to see you today. I… I’ve been meaning to talk to you. To apologize, actually.”

You didn’t know what to say. The words felt stuck in your throat, like they didn’t belong to you anymore. His apology, his sudden, casual apology after everything that had happened seemed hollow. Could he really think that a few words could undo all the damage? Could he honestly believe you would just accept this?

“Apologize?” you said finally, your voice colder than you intended. “What for?”

Felix looked like he’d been expecting some form of resistance, but still, his eyes held a touch of guilt. He seemed lost, his hands in his pockets as he shifted from one foot to the other. “For not listening to you. For not believing you. For how I treated you, the way I let everything with Mia get so… messed up. I see that now. I was wrong.”

You took a step back, the sudden surge of anger making your hands tremble. “You see that now?” you repeated, shaking your head. “Do you have any idea how much damage you did? How much I suffered because of you? And now, after months of silence, you show up and act like you can just apologize and make everything okay?”

Felix’s expression faltered, guilt flickering across his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but you didn’t give him the chance.

“You let Mia manipulate you,” you spat, your words sharp, your voice trembling with emotion. “She used you, and you let her. You believed her lies over me. You chose her. And now, months later, you want to act like everything’s fine?”

Felix’s face tightened, a muscle in his jaw twitching. “I didn’t mean for it to get that far,” he said, his voice strained. “I was just… I was confused. I didn’t want to lose her, and I didn’t see it. I should’ve listened to you. I should’ve trusted you.”

Your chest tightened at his words, the hurt threatening to swallow you whole. “And you didn’t,” you said, your voice breaking. “You didn’t trust me, Felix. You let her tear us apart, and you didn’t even question it. You didn’t think for one second that maybe just maybe I was telling the truth? That I wasn’t the one trying to manipulate you?”

Felix’s eyes softened, but there was something else there too regret, yes, but also a kind of helplessness, like he wasn’t sure how to fix what had been broken. His eyes flickered to the side, as if he wanted to say more, but didn’t know how.

“You think an apology will make up for that?” you pressed, your voice rising. “Do you think you can just show up after all this time and expect me to forgive you? I don’t know what you want from me, Felix. I don’t know what you expect me to say.”

“I just… I want you to know that I’m sorry,” Felix said, his voice quieter now. “I want you to know that I never meant for any of it to happen. That I was wrong, and I’ve been paying for that mistake ever since.”

You stared at him for a long moment, the anger and frustration still boiling inside you. But beneath it, there was something else too, a deep ache, a sorrow that you weren’t sure you could carry anymore. You had loved him once. And that love had been so real, so intense, that the betrayal felt like it had shattered you.

Mia was still in his life. She had never left. And that was the one thing you couldn’t move past. He had allowed her to stay there, to worm her way into his life, and that was something you could never forgive.

“Do you still talk to her?” you asked quietly, your voice laced with bitterness. “Do you still let her control you?”

Felix stiffened, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of guilt, real guilt pass across his face. But he didn’t answer right away. He seemed to struggle with his words, looking down at the floor before finally meeting your gaze again.

“I… I don’t know how to get away from her,” he admitted. “She’s still in my life, and I’m trying to figure out how to separate from that. But I don’t expect you to understand that. I didn’t want to hurt you, but I did.”

You could feel the tears starting to burn in your eyes, but you fought them back. You wouldn’t cry in front of him. Not anymore.

“You don’t get to make excuses, Felix,” you said, your voice trembling with frustration. “You don’t get to come here and act like everything’s fine when you let her do this to me. You let her tear us apart. And now, you want to apologize like it’s all supposed to magically go away?”

His hand reached out then, as if he was trying to touch you, trying to hold onto you. “Please,” he said softly. “Don’t go. I know I messed up. I know I can’t fix it, but—”

But you were done.

You took a step back, shaking your head, and his hand fell to his side. It was the first time you’d seen him like this vulnerable, broken, and desperate but it didn’t change what had happened. Nothing would change it.

“You already lost me,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “You lost me when you chose her over me. When you didn’t believe me. When you let her control everything between us. And you’ll never get me back. Not now. Not ever.”

Felix reached out again, his hand grasping your wrist, his fingers tightening in a desperate plea. “Wait. please, don’t leave like this. Just… just hear me out, okay?”

But you yanked your hand away, the sharpness of your movement matching the sharpness in your chest. “No,” you said firmly, your voice clear and steady. “I’m done. You can’t fix this. You can’t fix us.”

And with that, you turned, walking out of the coffee shop, the door swinging behind you with a finality that echoed in your bones. Felix didn’t chase you. He didn’t try to stop you. And for the first time in months, you felt a sense of freedom.

You had finally let go.

seungmin

The hotel room was unnervingly quiet. You stared at the ceiling, your mind racing through everything that had happened in the past 24 hours. The sound of the air conditioning hum was the only thing filling the space, but even that felt distant, as if it was trying to cover up the emptiness inside. You hadn't expected to feel so cold when you left, but here, alone in a strange bed, you couldn’t shake the chill that seemed to seep into your bones.

You weren’t running away from Seungmin, though. You hadn’t expected him to follow after you. His pride, his inability to express himself fully without deflecting into something else like money kept him from doing what he knew would make him vulnerable. You had known it wouldn’t be easy to walk away from him, but you couldn’t continue to stay and let yourself drown in the frustration of the same arguments over and over.

You stayed away for a day. A full day. And in that time, something unexpected happened. You realized that even though you were furious, even though you were hurt, there was still a part of you that missed him. Missed the small moments, the way he would hum to himself when he thought no one was listening, the way his eyes softened when he looked at you in those rare moments of calm. It wasn’t just about the fights. It was about the love, the history, everything that had come before. But could you forgive him? Could you find a way to make it work?

When you finally decided to go back, it wasn’t because you had figured everything out. You didn’t know if you could. You just knew you couldn’t stay away forever. So, you checked out of the hotel, and made your way back to the place that once felt like home. But walking back through that door felt different. You had braced yourself for the silence, but the truth was, you were terrified of what you might find. Would he be angry? Would he try to throw money at you again? Or worse, would he say nothing at all, leaving you to question everything you thought you knew about him?

You opened the door quietly, the hinges creaking as you stepped into the familiar, yet distant space. There he was. Seungmin stood in the middle of the living room, looking like he had barely moved in the time you’d been gone. His usual composure was gone, replaced with something raw. Vulnerability. Fear. His eyes locked onto yours the moment you stepped inside, and for a brief second, it felt like time slowed down. The tension that had built up between you two, the things left unsaid, all of it seemed to hang in the air, thick and suffocating.

“I was worried,” he said softly, his voice breaking the silence between you. It wasn’t what you expected to hear. The words were almost tentative, as if he was testing the waters, unsure of where you stood. “I... I’ve been thinking about what you said. About everything.”

You didn’t know what to say at first. You hadn’t come here expecting an apology. You hadn’t come to fight, either. You had come because you had to know whether there was something worth salvaging.

Seungmin stood there for a moment, watching you closely, his face strained with uncertainty. “I’ve been so focused on fixing everything with money, and I didn’t stop to think about what you really needed, what you really wanted. I didn’t stop to think about how much that hurt you.”

You could feel the lump rising in your throat, but you swallowed it back, refusing to break. You weren’t here to fall into old patterns. You had given him space. You had given him the time to think, to truly reflect on what you’d said. And now, here he was, standing in front of you, raw, real, and open in a way he’d never been before.

“I was wrong,” he continued, his voice a little more confident now, but still full of regret. “I thought I was showing you I cared by doing things, by buying things. But I understand now. That’s not what you need. That’s not what we need. I’ve been selfish, thinking that money could fix everything.”

You took a step closer, your heart pounding in your chest. This was it, the moment you had been waiting for. The moment where he would either prove he understood, or where you would have to walk away for good.

“I love you, Seungmin,” you said, your voice steady, though the tears were beginning to sting your eyes. “But love isn’t about money. It never was. I don’t care if you’re the richest person in the world or if you’re homeless. I love you for who you are, not what you can give me.”

You paused, trying to steady yourself before continuing. “You don’t need to fix everything by throwing money at it. You don’t need to fix me with money. I just need you to be present. To listen. To see me. And I need to know that if we fight, if we disagree, we don’t just use money as a shield to avoid what’s really going on.”

His gaze softened, the storm in his eyes settling into something closer to understanding. For the first time, you saw that he wasn’t just hearing your words he was really listening. He was finally seeing you, seeing past his own defenses, past his own insecurities.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice so quiet, so full of remorse. “I never wanted to make you feel like that. I never wanted you to feel like you didn’t matter to me, like all I cared about was fixing things with money.” He took a deep breath, stepping closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’ll do better. I’ll change. I promise.”

You shook your head, still trying to steady your emotions, but the tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over. It wasn’t just the apology that moved you, it was the raw sincerity in his words, the quiet desperation to make things right. You could feel the weight of everything he had been holding in for so long, and it hurt because you had been holding it too.

“I need to know you understand, Seungmin,” you said, your voice breaking just a little. “That money won’t fix this. It never will. And I’m not asking you to change who you are. I’m asking you to be present with me, to see me and understand that I don’t need anything but you.”

He reached for you then, his hands trembling slightly, and for a second, you thought he might hesitate again. But he didn’t. He pulled you into his arms, hesitating only long enough for you to feel the depth of his vulnerability. And then, finally, he held you the way you had always needed him to.

The embrace was everything it should have been: soft, warm, and full of understanding. There was no grand gesture, no expensive gift to take away the sting of your words, only the quiet promise that he had learned. That he was learning. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and you knew in that moment that this wasn’t the end. It was a beginning. You didn’t know what the future would look like. But you knew that you were willing to give him a chance to prove that he could be more than just someone who tried to fix everything with money.

“I’ll forgive you,” you whispered, your voice muffled by his shirt, “but only if you truly understand why I was upset. Why money won’t fix anything between us.”

“I do,” he murmured into your hair. “I really do.”

And in that moment, you let yourself believe him.

I.N

You stood still in the cold night, feeling the weight of your own breath as it puffed in front of you. The restaurant was far behind, but its echoes remained in your head the laughter, the cruel words, and Jeongin’s silence that stung deeper than any insult. You couldn’t just stand there, frozen, but you didn’t know where to go.

You pulled your phone out again, your fingers hesitating over the screen. His name stared back at you, followed by a flood of texts.

jeongin: I didn’t mean it. Please don’t be mad.

jeongin: Where are you? I’m sorry.

jeongin: I didn’t think it’d bother you like that. Please come back.

You swallowed hard. The words on the screen seemed so hollow, so... empty. He didn’t understand. How could he, when he had been the one to laugh?

Your mind screamed at you to block him, to throw the phone away and never look back. You could feel the anger rising, the bitterness twisting in your chest. The worst part wasn’t the words. It was the fact that he didn’t see how wrong it all was. How he didn’t see how much it hurt.

But you couldn't bring yourself to ignore him either.

You turned the screen off and shoved the phone into your pocket. Your hands were shaking now, the emotions swirling inside you too loud to ignore. You needed to breathe. You needed to think. So, you walked. You didn’t know where you were going, only that you couldn’t stay in that park, couldn't stay where the world felt like it was collapsing around you.

You walked for a while, feet carrying you aimlessly, your thoughts tangled. You crossed streets, passed the occasional car, but everything felt distant, as though you were moving in a world separate from everyone else. The night was growing colder, but you didn’t care.

You stopped at a bridge, leaning against the railing as you stared down at the water below. It was moving swiftly, gliding with purpose, just like you wished you could be right now free, without hesitation.

A light step broke your thoughts. You turned, and there he was.

Jeongin.

He stood a few feet away, looking smaller than you remembered. His expression was tight, conflicted like he wasn’t sure whether to approach you or just leave. His hands were shoved into his jacket pockets, and his eyes were fixed on the ground. You didn’t move, didn’t say anything. Your heart was too heavy to speak.

He broke the silence first. “I came after you.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. “Did you?”

“I... I don’t know what to say.” He shifted, stepping closer. “But I don’t want to lose you.”

His voice cracked slightly, and for a brief moment, you wondered if he really meant it. But the pain from the restaurant flooded your senses again. The laughter. The silence.

“You didn’t care tonight,” you said quietly, your voice betraying the crack in your heart. “You laughed like it was a joke. Like I wasn’t sitting right there, listening.”

“I—I didn’t mean it like that,” Jeongin stammered, his hands moving nervously. “I swear, I wasn’t laughing at you. It was just... I didn’t think.”

“Exactly.” The words felt like a weight in your chest, heavy and unwilling to leave. “You didn’t think. You never think. It’s like you don't care.”

He stepped closer, the distance between you closing. His eyes were earnest now, desperate. “That’s not true. I do care. I’ve just, I’ve always been afraid of... I don’t know... causing more drama, making things worse. I thought if I just ignored them, it would stop.”

“By laughing?” you asked, your voice shaking slightly, not from fear but from the sheer frustration. “How was that supposed to make it stop?”

Jeongin’s face shifted, his confusion morphing into something else guilt, maybe. “I didn’t realize how badly it was hurting you. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would affect you like this.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, but you didn’t feel any amusement. “How could you not know? How could you not see how much I’m struggling every time they open their mouths?”

You finally turned to look at him, meeting his eyes for the first time since you’d left. His expression softened, like the weight of your words had finally hit him.

“I’m sorry. I messed up,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the night. “I should’ve said something. I should’ve protected you.”

The sincerity in his voice almost made you want to believe him. Almost.

But the truth hung between you like a fragile thread.

He had the chance. He had the opportunity to stand up for you, to protect you from the people who tore you down. And he didn’t.

“I don’t know if I can do this anymore,” you whispered, the words barely escaping your lips before you could stop them. “I don’t know if I can keep pretending everything’s fine.”

Jeongin’s face fell. “Please don’t say that. Please.”

But you didn’t know what else to say. You didn’t know how to fix what had broken between you two. Maybe it was fixable, but you weren’t sure if you had the strength to try.

“I need time,” you said softly. “I need to figure things out on my own.”

You turned away from him then, walking back toward the street, your footsteps slow but determined.

Behind you, Jeongin called your name softly, but you didn’t stop.

You couldn’t stop.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were doing what you needed to do for yourself.

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felix ver. ~ part 2

» a/n: okay so this is way long than i meant for it to be...but still, enjoy!

"is yongbok still coming over?" you pick up your phone to check the time, watching the minutes tick by and still no sign of your friend.

jeongin rests idly on the basement couch next to you, eyes trained on the trashy movie you decided to put on, "i'm not sure. he said if his study group took too long, he probably wasn't gonna come."

you shake your head at that fact, nodding while turning back towards the television. you absolutely loved the movie that's playing, seeing as it's one of your all time favorites, and placed your full attention back onto it.

you were so focused on the film that not even the touch of a hand being placed onto your leg caused your gaze to falter. no, it wasn't until a somber voice mumbles softly into the air in which you broke your concentration.

"you're legs are so soft, y/n..." jeongin regards your skin with interest, his hand dragging slowly up and down.

confused by the sudden praise, you fleet your eyes towards your friend, about ready to question the compliment when he spews another.

"really. so soft and smooth, they're beautiful.”

“jeongin…” you’re tone is laced with confusion masked by a short smile, “what has gotten in to you?”

as you ask that, he proceeds to slump down further into the couch cushion, lazy eyes staring at the TV ahead but would curiously bounce between your leg then later to your face. his hand is still aimlessly stroking at your skin.

“y/n-ie,” his own sweet grin, the kind that causes his eyes to crinkle, spreads rapidly across, him almost looking boyish, and innocent, “can i put it in really quick?”

your eyes widen at the words. of course. now the pieces are coming together. his eyes sweeping over towards you every so often, the slouched position, and especially with how handsy he’s been. makes perfect sense, actually.

“jeongin, what the hell!” you whisper-shout, scared that one of his siblings would hear. it doesn’t matter if you two are hanging out in his basement living room, you wouldn’t put it past his younger brother to be eavesdropping.

but even as you throw out caution, jeongin continues to stare up at you with a tilted eyes, lust completely devouring them, “well, can i? it can be just the tip.”

your expression reeks of uneasiness. so, yes, you and jeongin are friends, and have been for quite some time now. recently though, however, your friendship has truly grown in terms of closeness. and by that you mean you two are now occasionally sleeping with each other. but, just as friends.

you glance back over your shoulder towards the staircase to see if anyone had been coming, “aren’t your parents home? and what about your brothers?”

“now you’re worried about them?” he raises an eyebrow, his brisk touches now turning into slight coercion of trying to get you to scoot closer towards him, “it hasn’t stopped us before.”

the loud shush you emit followed by your pointer finger silencing his mouth is enough to make anyone suspicious, but you didn’t care. normally you two would fool around in his closed off, private bedroom. never out in the open.

jeongin lolls his head to side and expels a soft sigh, then a tiny laugh, "you're so weird."

"i'm just trying to be careful." you deadpan with a glare as he twists his neck back towards you with the same lustful gaze.

his attention begins to wander from your face down to your throat, then works his way down from there. over your chest, and to your thighs, his mind starts to get cluttered with all too many thoughts, dragging his bottom lip into his mouth, "oh my......"

that baffles you, "are you serious right now?"

"please, just a quick one, y/n? i'm really not asking for much," he does a passive look to his crotch and even you can't deny the bulge pressing against his shorts, "like, you come over looking like that and expect me not to get a boner? seriously, how could you?"

his words make you shift in your seat, your own nervous habit of biting your lip coming into play. as strong as you're trying to be, you'd be a liar if you said you weren't starting to feel some type of way.

at the moment your face slips, jeongin knew he had you. he tugs harder on your leg, and with the last pull do you bring yourself closer. enough to turn slightly towards his lap.

the corners of his lips spring upright as he helps you up fully on to him, relieving a sigh at the instant contact of your covered core and his bulge, "there you go, just like that."

you move around to get comfortable, though with each adjustment and grazes, jeongin's breath quickens, you leaning to the side to speak closer to his ear, "you better be fast too, jeong. dinner's gonna be ready soon."

a hand of his comes around to grip your ass, steading your movements so he can take control, "mmmm."

with his free hand, he reaches down into his bottoms to whip out his cock, which is already standing tall and permeating slick. god, does he look good.

he scoots your shorts and underwear to the side, him already groaning at what's to come. your eyes squeeze shut from anticipation, and at the moment you feel him start to slip in, you let out a squeal.

"yah, you said it was gonna be just the tip." grunting, you attempt to hold back further noises, noting the fact that you're completely full, stretched wide with no space left. he starts to fuck himself in and out of you.

"yeah....." his eyelids buzz from taking his favorite pussy, "but i always forget how fucking good you always feel."

he thrusts a bit further and this time you can't help the shriek that emits from you. throwing your head up to the ceiling and widening your eyes, you allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure as he takes you whole.

but if only you had simply glanced down just a smidge. then, you would've seen a pair of peeping eyes staring deeply at you, hiding on the stairs, watching the lewd scene unfold.

there stood lee yongbok, mouth agape and shocked face at what was before his eyes. because if he had known any better, he had you in quite a similar position....

just...hours...before...this.

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Sharing is Caring[2: Meanracha]

˚ʚMeanRacha x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: After that night with 3Racha, you agreed to become involved with all 8 men. So what happens when Jisung’s loud ass accidentally tells the rest of the members, and meanracha takes to bullying their leader?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 7.2k (im sorry)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: *inhales* pwp, fem! Reader, ot8✗reader mentions, smut is reader✗MeanRacha(Jeongin, Seungmin, Minho), 4some, free use mentions, reader is referred to as: ‘kitty, pup, and baby’, unprotected sex, rough sex, dp in one hole, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, subspace, big dick!jeongin, name calling (slut, whore, 1 bitch), spanks/slaps (ass, pvssy, & like 1 face), dirty talk, overstim, aftercare kinda mentioned, i THINK thats it?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: for some reason the sfw parts of this was sooo hard for me to write LMAO but anyways… only 2 more of the bois left :3 part 3 is HyunLix✗reader! I think i'm going to make it softer/not nearly as rough as this i hope u like it i kinda hate it

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After that Friday night’s events, you constantly found yourself in situations where one of the producers pulled you aside to have their way with you. In fact, for the first 2 weeks after the fact, there were only a handful of days where you weren’t filled to the brim by at least one of the men. And, in their defense, it was part of the agreement you guys ended up creating! Why wouldn’t they take advantage of you allowing their hands on you and their dicks in you at essentially any time they wanted.

It was now three and a half weeks after the fact, and the boys were cooling down after practicing for a themed choreography video. While Chan and Minho left the room to get water for everyone, the others laid scattered around the room. The only sounds that circuited the room were calming breathing sounds and the quiet side chatter among a few members. Then all of a sudden, a loud groan was heard from Jisung followed by a whiny and (not so) quiet, “Fuck.. Where is (y/n) at? I need her so badly right now...”

Jeongin’s ears perked up and he stared into the older man as if he sprouted a tail. “Hyung.. What?” He asked, looking around at the others to see if he was going crazy or if he actually just heard something he shouldn’t have. Some of the others shared the same expression, but when his eyes flickered to Changbin he was instead met with wide eyes and a very poor attempt at hiding a smile.

“Yah! Han-ah???” he shouted, shaking his finger at the boy as he does when he wants to ‘discipline’ somebody.

“W-What?... Oh shit- SORRY!” was the only reply before the two burst out into laughter. The others darted their eyes between the two, occasionally exchanging confused looks with each other until their laughing fit eventually died down. Seungmin was the first to speak up, a frown evident from the outrage of hearing his crush get spoken about so vulgarly. “Care to explain yourselves?”

Before they had time to respond, the door to the practice room was thrown open and the devil herself walked in with the 2 oldest members. A huge smile was on your face while they carried bags of food you had bought for them. “Dinners here, losers!” 

About an hour passes and most of the boys had forgotten what happened in favor of stuffing their faces. Well, most of the boys. The 2 youngest members watched as Jisung’s hands would linger on your thighs for too long, sometimes even trailing up your inner thigh. They also watched you giggle and grab his hand, but not push it away, then whisper something into his ear that would cause him to blush and grin like a cheshire cat.

The two boys were more than confused, but Jeongin didn’t want to make a scene so he chose to stay quiet and ask about it later. Seungmin on the other hand.. made his frustrations known. To everybody. With a very loud and sudden, “Yah, Hyung. What do you think you’re doing.” He didn’t mean for it to come out as menacing as it did, but he was secretly thankful that he did when Han’s hands were speedily removed from your body.

It was quiet for a moment and he honestly felt bad for bringing everybody's attention to Jisung like this, but seeing his crush get felt up by one of his closest friends isn’t exactly a nice sight to behold. Jisung choked on his spit and stuttered in his spot next to you, looking to you and the eldest to help him out.

“What’s wrong Seungminnie?” You tilted your head at the boy and smiled. You knew what was wrong but you didn’t want to air everything out all at once if he wasn’t going to be bold in front of the others about what he saw.

“...Are you two dating or something..? Why were his hands all over you..” The anger had faded into sadness, it was so obviously evident in his eyes and the way he sadly pouted at you. You felt your chest pang and you looked between the 3 boys you were involved with, staring silently for a moment before turning back to the other boys and sighing.

“Well.. no but yes?” Loud ‘HUH?!?’”s were heard from a few of them, and you would have laughed had it not been paired with despaired faces. “Ok ok, let me finish! No because we aren’t officially together but yes because we are all…. involved? with each other and the plan was to maybe date eventually..”

“We?” Hyunjin’s voice came immediately after you finished and you nodded curtly as Jisung spoke up again.

“Um.. ‘We’ as in me, Changbin, and Channie.. BUT!! Before you guys get upset, we wanted you guys to join us before we make anything official. Hence the ‘yes but no’ answer.”

Felix’s ears perk up and he stares wide-eyed at the boy, “So that’s what you meant by that ‘poly relationship’ question last week.”

Both your and Chan’s necks snapped to Jisung, watching as the boy laughed it off and held his hands up at the two of you in defense. “Hey! I just wanted to see what they would say and how open they were to it.. AND I’ll have you know!” He started before turning to you and holding eye contact as he pointed his finger at each boy, “They ALL agreed they wouldn’t mind sharing you if it was with the rest of us.”

The oldest rolled his eyes before mumbling, “You have such a big mouth, Hannie… Don’t make me stuff it full again.” Han chokes on his spit and crosses his arms, silently leaning back into the couch with a pout.

Surprised faces scattered across everybody but the 3 of you at the last comment. A “Huh??” was heard from somebody before he continued with a teasing yet petty attitude, “Since we’re apparently putting everything out there, why not bring that up too?”

“Woah woah woah… Can one of you please explain what the hell is going on!?”

Changbin sighed loudly then finally chimed in. “Moral of the story is: Channie-hyung here has been fucking our little Bunny for the last few months behind our backs. Me and Jisung walked in on them a few weeks ago and we’ve been fucking her now too.” He let the words hang in the air and he watched their expressions. He was about to continue talking when Felix spoke, “....Okay… well that answers that question, but I think it created so many more..”

Then you spoke up, “I’ll answer any questions you have, but before any of you say anything I want to make some things clear.” You waited for each of the boys' agreements before taking a deep breath. “First things first, I love all of you guys and knowing that you feel the same is an insane feeling. Next, after they walked in on us, we four came to the agreement that we would be friends with benefits until we could get all of you aware of what’s going on and get roles figured out for a relationship.. if a relationship was even on the table.”

You paused for a few seconds, letting that sink in before continuing, “Now that that’s out there, I want to date you. All of you. If you’re okay with it of course. I had this same talk with those two idiots that I can end this fuck-buddy agreement the second that somebody disagrees. You guys mean the world to me and I won’t let some good dick ruin what we have now.”

Chris has a cocky smile on his face as nods at the boys. “I know it’s sudden, we wanted to plan this out and tell you guys one by one but that’s not really an option anymore.” He says with a glare to Han, who gives an apologetic smile back but continues to sit silently otherwise. “You guys don’t have to answer us right away, take as much time as you want. We can put things on pause to make you guys feel more comfortable, if you want.”

Jisung makes a whining noise and the few who spare a glance at him notice the frown and pleading eyes he gives Chan. Changbin’s hand smacks the back of Han’s head, making the younger yelp before he starts complaining.

Hyunjin is the first to break the silence after that, “So… we’d all be dating?” Chris, already having this talk with you, answers for you. “It doesn’t have to be that way unless you guys want it to be. The basis of it would be her dating all of us at the same time. Everything else would be like our normal day to day experiences with her, but now we can love on her and do ‘couple’ things with her and vice versa. You guys just have to be 100% percent ok with sharing.”

With a few shared looks among the boys sitting on the floor, they silently agreed to come to an agreement now. They all trusted each other enough to not be afraid of judgment regardless of their answer. And how could they disagree… it’s totally not like they haven’t fantasized and spoken about this with each other countless times.

Before he gets the chance to speak, Felix’s wide smile gives away his answer, but it doesn’t help you not be star struck when he says he wants in. After that, it was a domino effect. One by one the boys vocalized their answers, and to your utmost surprise: they were all yes’s. Han grins widely when the final member gives his ‘yes’. “Okay! Now that that’s settled, let’s talk about fun stuff!”

“Fun…?”

The whole group watches as a smirk takes over his features, and you can only roll your eyes. “Sexy stuff~”

“O-kay… How about we talk about boundaries and all that BEFORE we get to the sex stuff..”

Later that day, Chris gave the rest of the boys the same rundown from last time.  And just like that, everybody went on with their lives, almost like before. Almost. Now, the boys were MUCH bolder with you. Lingering hands all over you and more intimate cuddle sessions were now a norm, even in front of each other. 3racha was no longer forced to hide their intentions with you, and Jisung specifically was now unashamedly vocal when he was horny.

Then, a few more weeks had passed. At this point, every member had experienced sex with you multiple times. They all decided their first few times with you to be 1 on 1. It gave everybody the chance to learn your body and vice versa, and it gave them time to discuss fantasies and kinks with you more in depth!

Recently, a certain silver bracelet came in the mail. One with each of their initials engraved into the shiny metal plate. It was one they all chipped in to buy so that you had a form of nonverbal consent between them. You took a picture to send to the group chat instead of making them wait to see it in person, but you ended up sending it to just Chris to have him share with the rest. And, of course, some of the brats had to tease about it.

Chris huffed from his office chair while Han and Changbin laughed from the couch, them both having watched the texts unfold from where they sat. He rolls his eyes at the other co-producers and he sends you screenshots of the chat before returning to his work.

And this is how your current situation is caused. You're in the Cat Dorm with Jeongin, Minho, and Seungmin. Felix had just walked out on the basis of going to dinner with one of the other boys. Part of you wishes he hadn’t because the second the door shut behind him, teasing pokes were being thrown towards you relating to ‘Chan trying to keep you to himself.’ The boys made it clear they weren’t actually mad about it anymore, but they couldn’t slip up an opportunity to get under your skin.

You’re suddenly snapped back to reality at the sound of Seungmin’s voice, “I’m just saying! He could’ve said something the second he found out how we felt and this all could have happened much earlier.”

“I think Channie-hyung just liked having her all to himself.” Minho teased, smirking to himself when you rolled your eyes. “And if we’re pointing fingers, our pretty kitty here was also oblivious to all of our feelings. She even said herself how clear it was.” You crossed your arms at the implication and looked to Jeongin for assistance. But instead you were met with a smug smirk and a shrug as he shoveled chips into his mouth like he was watching his favorite movie.

If they wanted to play like that, then you would too. “You guys are just mad he had the balls to make a move first. Even now, after all the times we talked about it, the rest of you STILL barely make any moves outside of PDA. Not my fault you guys are a bunch of wussies.” Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows at you while Jeongin let out a surprised laugh, and when you turned back to Minho. He all but raised his eyebrows at you. The final straw for them was when you stuck your tongue out at them and sent a middle finger each of their ways, grinning to yourself in victory.

Minho’s eyes flickered to your wrist, your shiny silver bracelet sitting nicely against your skin. A shiver is sent through you when his eyes meet yours again. Well.. maybe not a complete victory.

“You know what, since you want to be a smartass. My room. Now.” Your eyes widened, taken off guard by how suddenly he switched up. He smirked internally as he watched you blink rapidly at him, but kept up a serious face. When you stood there for too long he spoke up again, “Oh, I’m sorry. Would you rather me fuck you against the dirty kitchen floor.” When you shook your head, he grabbed your decorated wrist. He pulled it closer to his face to relish its beauty and its meaning, but also for the younger boys to see clearly what he was getting at. “Hmmm. But I don’t think I stuttered. Did you guys hear me stutter?”

A curt “Nope.” was heard from Seungmin and Jeongin said he “Heard you loud and clear, hyung.”

“That’s what I thought… So, would you care to explain why you are not naked on my bed right now?” You muttered a quiet apology before pulling away from the man and speed walking to the room. Jeongin watched as the two older men stalked after you before disappearing behind you into the room, and his chips were quickly forgotten as he stumbled after them.

You situated yourself in the middle of the bed with your legs folded under your ass and your heart pounding in your ears. The three men stood in front of you, Minho’s head tilted with a shit eating grin on his face as the other looked you up and down like they wanted to eat you alive. Memories from that very first Friday's events suddenly flooded in and you could almost laugh at the situation repeating itself. Talk about deja vu.

Seungmin was the first to speak up as he slowly walked towards you, “Last call, puppy. You okay with this?” When you silently nodded he narrowed his eyes at you and moved his fingers to pinch your cheek, “Words.”

“Yes! Yes, it’s okay..”

The second the words left your mouth, the boys behind him started undressing themselves. You got to enjoy the view for only a few seconds before Seungmin was pulling the oversized sweater above your head. Once it was completely off you heard the boys groan at the sight of you in just your underwear, and you couldn't help but giggle at their reaction. The now naked Minho took a seat at the foot of the bed as Jeongin stood in his spot and stared at you, biting his lips as he palmed himself through his underwear.

Seungmin hurriedly rid you of the thin pieces of cloth and ran a finger over your nipple. You sighed at the feeling before moaning painfully when he pinched and lightly pulled at it. “Undress me.” You looked up at him with wide eyes before rising to your feet on shaky legs. Your hands pulled the hem of his shirt up and over his head and then you sank to your knees. He watched silently and looked down at you with lidded eyes as you grabbed both elastic bands of his bottoms.

You bite your lip in order to hide a smirk and before he can ask what you are doing your hand pulls the elastic of his underwear back and lets go. The sound of it hitting his skin startled him more than the pain hurt, but that didn’t stop him from jumping and letting out a surprised noise. Before you have any more time to laugh, a hand shoots into your hair. It grabs a tight handful and positions your head to look up at him, then his other hand comes down against your cheek. “You think you’re fucking funny? I think you forget that I’m the worst out of everybody. Don’t make me break you, pup.”

The reminder had your pussy dripping but you nodded as best as you could, “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah sure you are. Now get on with it.” When his hand stood its ground in your hair, you pushed his bottoms as far down as you could reach and watched as he kicked them away. Your eyes followed his length, from this distance your tongue could almost reach the tip. You wanted nothing more than to have him down your throat and saliva started to pool in your mouth in excitement. Your eyes met his as they softened, it reminded you that you were the one really in control here. “You remember what to do if it’s too much?”

When you nodded and repeated back your safeword along with a ‘tap 3 times if I can’t speak’ he smiled and his demeanor returned to the previous. “Good girl… Now, you’re gonna suck my cock while Jeongin fingers that pretty pussy.” You nodded eagerly and the grip on your head led you closer to his dick. Your tongue was out and ready for him, but he teased you again by pulling you away the second your tongue got too close. He let out a chuckle at your frown and grabbed himself from the base. He pulled you closer and smacked his tip against your tongue a few times, sighing to himself at the feeling. “Lapping at me like a real puppy.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head when he finally sunk himself into your mouth. The salty taste flooded your mouth when he wasted no time before using the grip in your hair to fuck your mouth against him. He let out heavy breaths and low groans as his head tilted back. “God, what a wet fuckin mouth...” Once he sunk in further, your eyes closed as you focused on holding back your gag reflex and breathing through your nose. He let out loud groans whenever you swallowed around the tip lodged into your throat.

Suddenly 2 long fingers trailed down to rub against your folds, pushing into you with no warning when you grinded onto them. They made a scissoring motion that pulled wet, squelching noises from your pussy that made you dizzy. Jeongin whispered something into your ear about you being loose before a 3rd finger was added. Then, out of nowhere, they were shoved to his final knuckle and curving into your weakest spot. It made you gag against Seungmin, pulling a loud moan from him as his hips stuttered. He pulled you off him before shooting a glare at the man beside you.

You coughed as air returned to your lungs and Jeongin spoke. “Haha sorry. But, I don’t think she needs much prep, she’s taking 3 of my fingers no problem. What's got your pussy all loose for us baby?” He whispered the last part just loud enough for the other two men to hear before latching himself onto your neck.

You looked between the two and cleared your throat, trying to focus on your words and not the nonstop curling of fingers inside of you, “Channie fucked me a few times this morning b-before he left for the studio..” A scoff was heard from Seungmin and Jeongin’s fingers faltered.

“Yeah of course he fucking did.”

Minho stood from his spot on the bed before reaching between your legs, “Let me see.” Jeongin went to pull his fingers out and let him have a go, but before he could Minho shoved two fingers in next to the three that were already buried. You gasped at the drier stretch and moaned when both of their fingers started thrusting into you. The difference in the lengths and thicknesses made you clench tightly against them and squeal, causing Jeongin to groan in response and curl his fingers harder.

“Mmmm.. Yeah she is ready. At least Channie-hyung did us a favor.” Minho curled his fingers roughly before pulling them out, sliding his knuckles across your clit in the process. Jeongin followed in suit once the older returned to his desk chair, smiling wickedly and slapping his palm on your cunt once his fingers were free “Haha.. Think you can even handle it baby?”

You grinned at him, “Think you can even deliver?’ His smile faltered and he frowned at you. Seungmin chuckled and loosened his grip in your hair, massaging it lightly until Jeongin grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet. 

When Seungmin finally moves away, Jeongin pushes you to sit on the bed, swiftly shoving a pillow under your ass before shoving you almost flat against the sheets. He gives you no time to steal a glance, pulling himself out of his underwear and immediately running himself along your folds. You sigh and your eyelids flutter as he does so. He pauses his movements when Seungmin returns with a bottle of lube, handing it to the maknae before settling himself at the head of the bed.

You watch the older of the two curiously, almost motioning for him to come closer so you could suck him off but all of a sudden Jeongin meanly shoves his now lubed up dick into your walls. He’s so deep all so suddenly and it has your eyes rolling into your skull as your jaw drops. His hands find refuge against the bed near your shoulders as he lifts his hips to slam them back against yours. For a moment, nothing but gasps fall from your mouth as Jeongin rams into you, damn near hitting your cervix without even bottoming in all the way.” Did he magically get bigger or something?? What the f- “F-Fuck! How are you-” You’re quickly interrupted by a moan when your gaze returns to his face, a cocky smirk prominent as Seungmin laughs from his spot on the bed. You swore he was deeper than before and the thought has you whining pathetically below him as your head was thrown back.

“What’s wrong, puppy? I thought you could handle it.”

Jeongin is desperate to see you fall apart so he lands a slap against your clit and watches in amusement as your legs struggle to close around his hips. Your eyes water when you look up at him through your lashes and he tilts his head teasingly. He smiles before landing a slap to your thigh and rubbing his thumb roughly against your clit.

You hear Minho’s voice from the desk, “Come on, Kitty.. You can’t even take Iyen-ah all the way? Tsk.. I thought Channie said you were a good slut.” In response, a desperate moan is pulled from you at the thought of them talking so vulgarly about you amongst each other and you hear scattered laughs amongst the three. The man above you chuckles before breathlessly speaking up, “It’s fine, Hyung. I just need to train her to take me all the way.” He ends his sentence with a sharp, deep thrust that pushes his final inches into you.

Your eyebrows curve and you silently scream, gasping and shaking under him as he rubs along every inch of your walls. “See? Wasn’t even that hard. Bet it’s because the little whore was still stretched from Channie-hyung.” The sound of Seungmin’s deepening voice combined with their casual chatter about you while you’re being drilled into so deeply it has you clenching down dangerously on Jeongin. Your orgasm starts to take over, causing him to moan at the constant clenching. His thumb moves faster against you as his hips slow down so that he grinds into you at a medium pace until you eventually stop gushing around him. Then he’s speeding up again to chase his own high.

“You feel that?” He starts, angling his hips to aim directly into the gummy spot in your walls. Unable to respond, your hands clutch the sheets and you cry out as the grip your cunt has around him doesn't let up. He groans from above you before continuing, “Yeah, riiight there. That’s where I’m gonna cum, and you’re gonna take it. Right, baby? Fuuuuck.. Yeah, you’re gonna take it.” Your hands squeeze into his forearms as he speeds up and the two of you share a desperate look before his lips crash into yours.

He pulls away from your lips to groan loudly as he cums, pulling out so that only his tip is nestled in you. His head angles down to look where the two of you meet and one of his hands shoots down to stroke himself through his orgasm. You feel his hips stutter and lightly thrust back into you in the process, but he watches with deep moans as your cunt milks him dry. Once he’s finished, he pulls the rest of the way out and slaps his tip against your clit playfully, laughing when you groan and push his hips away. Your lips meet one more time before he taps you on the ass and moves away from the bed completely.

Your eyes close as you’re given a few minutes to catch your breath. While this goes on you hear footsteps closing in on you and a voice speaks up from in front of you, “My turn, pup.” 

Your eyes open for a second before you’re flipped onto your stomach. You yelp but giggle when he pulls you up to kneel against the bed, holding you against his broad chest. He trails kisses down your neck as his hands roam up your body, squeezing your hips before his left hand settles against your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, but uses it to hold you possessively as you melt into his arms.

“You good to go?” He mumbles against your shoulder. When he feels you nod, his right hand pulls away from your skin and lands a nasty slap to your ass cheek. Instead of him speaking up, Minho is heard somewhere to your left, “He asked you a question, Kitty.” You let out a moan before quickly apologizing, “Uhh~ I’m sorry.. Yes, I’m good. So good.. Please, Minnie.”

He doesn’t respond and instead pushes you forward and shoves your face into the sheets. A hand rests between your shoulder blades as he slides in, humming at the sight of Jeongin’s cum being pushed out of you. He starts off at a medium pace, wanting to give you a break and wanting to revel in the wet sounds coming from your cunt. His hand lightly traces down your back and joins the other in a death grip on your hips.

You turn your neck to lay your cheek against the sheets, and you're met with the sight of Minho leaning back in his chair. His eyes are lidded as they watch your body and his dick visibly twitches when your eyes meet. You can’t help but moan once his hand reaches for his dick. He just smirks and softly rocks it back and forth, teasing you because he knows you can’t get him yet. You pout and whine, causing the man fucking into you to catch onto what is happening. He frowns and slows his pace just enough to grab at you.

One hand tangles into your hair as the other grabs your throat, using both as leverage to pull you to sit up as he continues to fuck into you. The new position and rough pace has your jaw dropping and the hand around your neck quickly takes advantage of the opportunity. 2 fingers are shoved past your lips, fucking themselves into your throat and making you choke. Your eyebrows furrow further as his previous pace continues and he pulls you into his thrusts. Your orgasm is building up fast, but the bullying of his dick against your walls feels like it's almost too much. You tap his wrist and his fingers are instantly removed from your throat. “S-Seungmin!!! Wait!”

“Shut the fuck up. I’m here shoving my dick in your tight pussy, and you’re so cock hungry that you’re eyeing up another man.” The grip in your hair tightens before pulling you flat against him. His thrusts stop completely and he instead holds you in place while he continues. “You already had Jeongin’s cock fuck you open, and I was trying to be nice but now you’re basically drooling over my hyung.” You moan and grind back against him desperately trying to push yourself over the edge. He notices right away and his free hand smacks down on your ass, pulling a cry from your raw throat. “Now look at you. Greedy fucking pussy sucking me in while I’m yelling at you.”

You whine out an apology and glance over to the older man in question, the smirk is still on his face but his dick rests against his stomach now. “‘M sorry Seungmin..”

“Don’t act like a stupid pup.” He growls, landing another slap to your ass. “You’re only sorry cause my dick isn’t moving.” Before you have a chance to respond, he’s pushing you forward again. This time he pins both your hands to your back with one of his, then the free hand returns to your hair to shove your cheek against the bed. He makes sure to face you away from Minho before he starts moving into you at a painstakingly slow pace, but he also makes sure he goes as deep as physically possible while in this position.

You desperately try to crawl up the bed when you swear you can feel him in your throat, but he only drags you back and alternates smacks across your ass cheeks. “Stop fucking running. Be a good bitch.” When your moans quiet down and turn into whimpers, he finally lets up on your ass. Then a grin takes over his face when your hands stay against your back even when his hands move away.

He leans forward and once his face is near yours he coos lowly. Jeongin watches in pure awe as the scene unfolds in front of him. He’s never experienced this before and the sight of you physically melting into the sheets has his dick twitching back to life again. Minho’s eyes widen for a moment but he chuckles to himself and returns his attention to the scene in front of him just in time to hear Seungmin talk again.

Your eyes have lost focus and you feel your brain turning to mush. “There she is… Hi baby.” One of his hands moves to pet your head, then moves to stroke your cheek as his hips pull away from yours, “You gonna be good for me now babe? Gonna let Minnie take care of you?” You whine out a pathetic “Uh-huh” and he knows you’ve almost completely drifted into subspace when the lack of being filled is enough to make tears subconsciously form in your eyes, some falling when he finally pushes back in.

“Shhhh, I got you baby. Minnie’s gonna fuck you nice and good now. You know your safe word.” You nod and push your hips into him so he returns to the rough thrusts from earlier and his thumbs rub back and forth against your clit. At this rate, your orgasm builds back up in no time. He leans forward and sucks hickeys up your neck, slowly leading his lips to yours in the process. When you feel his soft lips push against yours your orgasm finally takes over. Your legs shake and try to clamp shut against his hand but he grabs them and holds them in place as he speeds up his thrusts.

He pulls away from your lips to listen to your cries, his own orgasm finally creeping up on him. “Gonna cum in this pretty pussy. You want it mixed with Iyen-ah’s?” You respond with whiny pleads and nods, “Please! Please Minnie..! Pretty please…”

He bites into his lip as he finishes himself off, groaning as he fills you to the brim. Both of you ride your orgasms together until he finally pulls away to watch his dick slide out of you. The combined loads leave a thick white ring around his dick.

He doesn’t move away from you immediately, instead opting to shower kisses down your back and whisper praises against your skin. Then you both hear Minho stand from his chair. He slowly walks towards the bed after tucking himself in his boxers.“You still with us, Kitty?” He laughs when you nod feverishly and rasp out, “jus’ need water please..” Jeongin is quick to grab a water bottle out of the nightstand beside him and sit next to your now upright form. He holds the bottle and tilts it for you as they instruct you to take small sips.

When he leans away to return the bottle to the nightstand, your hands shoot out towards the oldest and he pulls you into his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him into a series of kisses. It turned into a slow and sweet makeout session until your hips started to ground down against his, his dick still hard and now sandwiched by both of your pelvis’. 

You whine into his mouth from overstimulation and his hands grab your hips to hold you in place. He’s the first to pull away from the kiss, smiling up at you when a deep pout forms on your face. “You sure about that, Kitty? They already put you through a lot.”

A cry is pulled from your lips, “No…! No please Min! I was good for them, I’ll be your good kitty too, please! I promise!” He hushes you and pushes you off him, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and laying back before signaling you with a ‘come hither’ motion. You’re quick to crawl back into his lap and grind against his dick impatiently.

“What’s your color?”

“Green.” When he stays quiet you whine and repeat yourself, “I said green! Green I swear! Min pleas-” He shuts you up by hooking a thumb in your mouth and pushing against your cheek, humming when you run your tongue along the digit and suck it.

“You like being our little cocksleeve that much? Hmmmm?” You give an eager nod and grind down harder, making him grin. “If you wanna be my good kitty you’re gonna have to ride me. How’s that sound?” You respond with a muffled agreement and he pulls you up just enough to rub himself along your folds. “So wet and messy down here.. The boys really did a number on you, huh?” He says it more to himself, and doesn’t even allow you time to answer before he’s sliding in.

You sink down all the way and throw your head back. Your legs shake against his hips and he smirks, running his hands up and down your thighs in an attempt to soothe you. Once you’re ready, you lift yourself and drop your hips against his a few times to test the waters. And once you’re comfortable, you set a slow but pleasurable pace and ride him almost weakly. His eyes are glued to your chest and he reaches up to grab a hold of your neck, using it to guide you forward and leaning you towards him so your chest is leveled with his face. The feeling of his tongue against your neglected nipple has your hips stuttering, but you’re desperate to please him so you quickly return to your efforts.

Suddenly there’s an extra pair of cold hands against your sweaty skin and Jeongin’s voice is heard from behind you, “Jagiya… Need you again..” He ruts against your ass and you moan when you feel how hard he is again. Minho reluctantly pulls away from your chest once he realizes what the youngest wants, and he locks eyes with you to make sure it’s okay. “We talked about it already, but are you sure it’s okay?”

“God, yes please..” They both smile at how fucked out you sound but ultimately nod at each other, and Minho holds a tight grip on your hips to keep you still as Jeongin pushes in next to him. He slowly pushes in as Minho lets a hand trail down to rub messy shapes into your clit.

“Deep breaths. We got you Jagi.” Minho mumbles into your ear, pressing kissing to your temple as Jeongin holds your ass cheeks apart to give himself more space to work with. When his hips finally stop you let out shaky breaths and try your best to not clench on them too hard. Jeongin’s hands are running up and down your back soothingly as Minho’s rest on your thigh, his kisses still being littered across the side of your face that he can reach.

They check once more that you’re okay before they start slowly fucking into you, stopping completely anytime they heard a hiss. Eventually, with the help of your last orgasms and the fucking within an inch of your life that Seungmin just gave you, you start to loosen up more. They take their time speeding up their thrusts, Jeongin doesn’t even dare to try and bottom out. But he does manage to push a few more inches into you as you loosen up more.

When your quiet whimpers turn to full moans, they don’t hold back as much and fuck harder into you. This goes on for a few minutes before a door opening and closing and a quiet “Holy fuck.” is heard from the missing third man.

“Jesus, pup..” Your face turns to look at him and he can see tears streaming down your face. He almost folds on the spot, but the sound of your voice calling out to him has him basically sprinting to the bed. He crawls onto the sheets and sits by your head, reaching a hand to stroke your hair as he pulls his phone out.

Seungmin lets out a breathy laugh at the way your eyes sparkle, and he takes a few pictures of you all fucked out between the two boys. You lean in to pull his boxers down but he swats you away. Instead, he grabs your face by your jaw and leans down to pull you into a kiss, occasionally dropping further and leaving wet kisses along your neck. “One more time for us, m’kay pup? Then we’ll be done and we can go take a shower.”

The two men inside you are close, their frantic moans and groans are telltale signs of it. Their ruthless fucking continues for another few minutes and it rips another orgasm from you, one that causes a death grip around them in your walls. Minho’s hips stop completely and he lets the erratic movements of the younger man help him ride out his orgasm. You can feel the combined mixture of their cum with yours pooling out of you and it makes Minho shiver when some of it trails down his sensitive dick.

When they’re finally finished, Seungmin pulls away from you and the two still shoved inside of you start to pull out slowly. You’re laid on your side as Minho slides from underneath you, and both men disappear into the bathroom as Seungmin scoots closer to you. He smiles and lands a soft kiss on your nose and allows you to catch your breath. He stands and you hear a few camera clicks before you look up to see his smirk behind his phone. You flip him the finger and he laughs loudly, “Fucked your brains out and you still have the energy for that attitude. sigh.. What are we gonna do with you, baby?”

The cloth he returned with earlier is used to wipe you down. He kisses apologies into your hip as he tries to clean your overly sensitive pussy as fast as possible. When he’s done, you notice the sound of the shower in the background, and Jeongin walks back into the room from the hallway with wet hair.

“Shower time Jagi!!” He smiles at you and leans down to place a kiss on your temple. Seungmin defensively pulls you against him and glares at the younger boy, “I got her. Go away ugly.” You wheeze out a laugh at the two bickering and are suddenly the victim of a kiss off. A “who can kiss you better” challenge that you weren’t even aware of until your face was suddenly sloppy from wet kisses.

It’s not until Minho walks out from his shower a few seconds later that the two stop their attacks, “What the hell? Okay, can one of you at least take her to shower so I can clean off my bed?” He grumbles almost angrily, but when you look over at him he has a small smile. Before Jeongin can even turn around, Seungmin is already helping you to your feet and walking you to the shower.

The rest of the night is a blur after that. The shower, the snacks, and the cuddle puddle were all fuzzy in your head. The last thing you remember before falling asleep was being on a new bed in a different room, and Seungmin pulling you as close to him as possible as the other boys left the room.

You lay chest to chest with him, your breaths matching with his, and his soft hands caressing your thigh while he places soft kisses against your lips. His pretty hands caress your cheeks and your eyes hold each other’s gazes between kisses. Part of you wonders where the other boys had gone, and if you had the energy to ask you would have. But when your eyes start to flutter closed out of heaviness and his fingers continue to stroke your skin, you don’t think you want to bother caring.

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