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[t-0ne25]

Thank you so so much darling <3 your words mean the world to me 🥹🫶🏻

oh yeah, this will be a bit of a drama when chan and the whole friend group finds out :( especially of hyune ended things like this 🙃 (and yes they are friends)

I totally get you 😭😭 soft chan is the best!!!😔

Thank you lots for reading and interacting ❤️

CRIMSON — [18+!]

PT. 1 of I LIKE IT — an interactive christmas series

“Hm, we could… make videos together.”

🎁 What a Tuesday. First, you wake up to a break-up-text from your (almost) boyfriend Hyunjin, then your boss suddenly fires you and as if this isn’t enough to handle, your landlord announces he will increase the rent of your mess of an apartment. However, your longtime friend and roommate Chan knows how to solve all issues at once—why don’t the two of you create a blog for uploading adult videos, gaining a bit of money to pay all the bills while you get over your heartbreak, hm?

❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are actually part of this story and the one who makes the decision which will have an impact on the following chapters. Simply choose an option at the end of every chapter that you think fits best! [updated daily from 1st to 25th December; polls will stay up for 1 or 3 days]

📷 CONTENT INFO: chan, minho, jisung x afab reader, angst/fluff/smut, camgirl au, camgirl!reader, camboy!chan, childhood friend chan, enemy minho, friend jisung, perv!jisung, and they were all roommates

📕WORD COUNT: 1.8K

🔥CONTENT WARNING: break up, getting fired, financial issues; discussion of cyber sex work

❤️AUTHOR’S NOTE: here’s the first part to my christmas calendar series this year! I hope you enjoy. I added everyone to the taglist who followed the guidelines mentioned on the m.list :) Have fun reading and tell me what you thought about this intro part!! Happy 1st advent sunday 🎄 (i’m busy decorating our christmas tree while you read this lol)

the beautiful dividers are from @strangergraphics ✨

He can’t be for real. Hwang Hyunjin can’t be for real. Two months of fooling around, of being invited to expensive dates, all sneakily in secret so the rest of the friend group doesn’t find out.

Just for him to end it with a dry text message that reads:

“I’m not looking for something serious right now.”

He introduced you to his family, his colleagues, his other friends. And for what?

Yeah. For that. Hopeful lies and words of nothing. Gestures that will stay in your head forever and sentences that stick with your heart. Buying you flowers with a little note attached to them that reads a cliché phrase like ‘you’re different from everyone else’.

You should have known. But you’re always gonna be wiser after experiencing the consequences of yet another bad decision, right?

At least that’s where you find yourself at noon (Romeo Hwang sent his romantic break up text in the middle of the night—what a lovely thing to wake up to), after your boss calls you in his office and tells you you’re fired. Not for a particular reason that was your fault, he’s simply not able to pay all his employees a wage that qualifies to make life worth living anymore. So, that’s what he tells you.

Seungmin—the colleague you’ve never really gotten along with—is getting kicked out too. At least that tells you that your boss’s words might actually be true. Although it’s infuriating nonetheless. A few weeks before Christmas and you still haven’t bought any presents for family members and friends and your bank account states the lovely number “–143,000 WON” when you check it yet another time.

Great. Merry fucking Christmas to yourself. What a time to be alive.

“Are you okay? You’ve been biting in that same cookie for a minute now. They’re your favourite ones,” Chan, your roommate, calls you out while he drags you out of your daydreams.

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. Totally fine.”

“Y/N,” he begins, catching your attention with that voice dropping low by a whole octave, “I’ve known your for twenty years. I can tell when you’re lying. Come on, tell me.”

Your heart skips a few beats whenever your childhood friend is so direct and dominant, jumping to ideas you shouldn’t be having about him in a moment like this and generally not at all.

“It’s… I got fired,” you blurt out, tears instantly running down your face.

Chan jumps up from his seat. The sound of his chair creaking against the tile floor in your shared kitchen makes your ears hurt but everything suddenly feels less scary when the man pulls you into a hug, keeping you warm.

“I’m so fucking sorry. That’s awful. Your boss was a prick anyway.”

His words feel soothing and so does his hand that’s stroking the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. “It’s gonna be alright, love. I promise. We will find a solution, okay?”

You slightly nod, wanting to trust him but you know life isn’t as easy as he always makes it seem. Yes, Chan is a lot more optimistic than you are and you sometimes wonder if it’s because he’s a man. You, on the other hand, worry every hour that you’re awake.

“Look, worrying won’t get you far.” Can he read your mind? “It is what it is now but we will find a solution, like I said.”

“Okay, Channie,” you say, as he wipes away your tears. The smile he sends you gives you hope again.

Until his phone vibrates.

“Let me have a look.”

Maybe it’s the group chat for this year’s Santa Secret party. You’ve got your phone on silent all the time anyway.

But when your roommate’s eyebrows scrunch together, worry is bubbling up tightly inside your chest again, threatening to erupt.

“What is it?”

You’re getting a bit confused now, anxiety taking over you once again.

“It’s… our landlord.”

Well, sometimes anxiety isn’t wrong, perhaps.

“Gosh, not him again. What does he want? To not take care of all the issues we have in this apartment,” you complain, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

This flat is a mess, bought in the 1960s for twelve raspberries by your landlord who’s probably one hundred years old by now and he isn’t investing any money in stuff that needs urgent repairs.

“Worse. He’s doubling the rent… starting next month,” Chan announces.

Your mouth falls agape, “What? How’s that even legal?”

“Well, otherwise he’s gonna throw us out and ‘use the property for himself’ aka the number one excuse for kicking someone out,” your roommate adds.

“Fucking asshole. Shit. Now that I’ve lost my job. Where the fuck will I be getting money from?”

“Hm. Great timing. We’re gonna figure it out, though,” your friend says, his eyes meeting your own.

“That’s what you always say, Chan. But I’m mortified.”

Because you are. You don’t understand how he can be so calm after all this bad news.

“I understand you, Y/N. It’s a lot. Getting fired and that apartment issue all in one day,” Chan tells you.

“And he broke up with me.”

You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You had to tell someone. Although you can already expect Chan to not be quite amused about that. He isn’t aware of who you had been dating for those past months since Hyunjin wanted to keep it a secret—you keep wondering why—but your friend knows that there is, or well, was someone.

“What?”

“He broke up with me. Via text. Last night. I only read it in the morning,” you give him the short version.

“Fucking asshole,” Chan speaks through gritted teeth. You can see his jaw clenching and fingers balling into a fist.

“Yup,” is all you let out.

“Now I do need to know who that mysterious guy you’d been dating was, so I can break his legs,” he tells you.

“Funny, Chan. You’re not gonna find out,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious.” He looks right at you, his piercing gaze shooting through your skull. “I’ll do anything to protect you, no discussion.”

“Anything? Also find me a new job? A job that brings me money… basically by next week? Even with applications and all, I won’t get paid on time with a normal job so I can pay all my bills on time,” you keep complaining and worrying—the only two things you’re actually good at.

“A normal job. Maybe that’s the issue,” Chan suddenly says.

“What are you suggesting? Becoming a mafia clan?”

“Nah. Something simpler,” he shakes his head.

You scoff, “Robbing a bank?”

“No. Something that’s not criminal,” he states.

“All that I can think off is selling foot pics or finding a sugar daddy. And I am not opposed to either,” you admit.

“Wait… that’s the idea.”

“Chan, I hate old men and the foot pic business. Cece told me that to be successful you have to be one in a billion,” you tell him, referring to your friend who used to be quite big in that… field.

“You’re still friends with Cecilia?”

You shrug your shoulders. “We talk sometimes.”

Chan decides to ignore it, he’s told you one hundred times that your friend from college isn’t any good influence. Including the fact, she’s always been after any guy you liked.

“My idea is better. Something that no one has done before but is greatly searched for,” he suggests.

“And what would that be?”

“Well, all those things you suggested feed into the fantasies of men. What about women and their desires?”

“What about them?”

“Well, you tell me. You’re a woman,” he says.

“I don’t think I can follow.”

And suddenly, he realises that his idea might be a bit too much. Too impulsive, too risky, too dangerous. After all, you’ve been good friends for two decades now and he wants it to stay this way, right?

“You know what… I think it was a stupid idea,” he pulls back.

You give him a pout—knowing he can’t resist those anyway—when you add, “Please share it with me, I’m curious now, Channie.”

“No,” he replies, turning red like a tomato, “it’s silly and you’ll think I’m weird.”

You hate it when he is like that. He can’t just announce a suggestion, phrase it as the idea of the century and then chicken out.

“Tell me, come on,” you say, looking up at him with big eyes, knowing well this will convince him.

He gulps, “F-fine. I was about to suggest… something like OnlyFans. But… for women’s desires.”

Oh. Oh.

“And… but… if I do videos on my own and they’re addressed to women, it’ll only find queer women. I don’t mind that at all but I’m not sure if that pays well, regarding numbers, you know?”

Fuck. Chan can’t believe you still don’t grasp what he’s trying to say.

“Well… I… I could help you,” he offers.

“Help me?”

As in… wait–

“Hm, we could… make videos together,” he suggests.

“You’re crazy,” is what you instantly let out.

He takes a step back, sinking down on his chair again, finding a more comfortable position and also trying to gain some time.

“I told you it was stupid,” he repeats.

“It is…” you say but in the back of your mind you’re more than intrigued. Unfortunately, you’ve had a crush on Chan for years. Which makes this an even dumber idea, right?

Well, to be fair. You’ve kinda had a crush on all three of your roommates—yes, even annoying Minho and need Jisung—but what do we expect from a hopeless romantic. Sometimes you can’t differentiate between genuine romantic crushes, platonic hyperfixations or falling in love with the idea of someone being close to you.

However, you decided to dump that endless spiral of worrying a long time ago. Which brought you to the next chaos—dating Hwang Hyunjin. Well, dating is a bit stretched. If there was a Wikipedia entry of what a situationship is, you are sure someone must have put a picture of him beside it.

“You’re still with me, love?”

Love. He knows what he’s doing. And you’ll let him any time.

“Yeah. Can I think about your idea for a second?” you ask.

He looks at you with wide eyes, confused you’re even questioning that, “Of course. As long as you need. And like I said, it was just a dumb idea that came to my head.”

“But it could work. I think I need to sleep a night over it,” you tell him.

“I get that. And if you feel uncomfortable about me even coming up with something like this, we can forget it, okay? Just pretend I’ve never mentioned it,” he reminds you.

“Alright.”

So, when you’re brainstorming that night alone—ignoring the funny feeling in your lower stomach—you come up with different ideas that would work well, that would feed women’s desires. And maybe one question, in the midst of this all, is quite important:

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[t-0ne25]

I’ll reply with a huge “thank you destiny” to this 🥹🫶🏻 you’re so lovely. I’m happy you’re excited about this little story!! ❤️

I LIKE IT — [18+!]

AN INTERACTIVE CHRISTMAS CALENDAR

You know the difference between right and wrong—but you’re gonna do it anyway.

🎁 First, you’re getting ghosted by your situationship. Second, you lose your job. Third, your landlord decides to double the rent of your shared apartment. And it’s only Tuesday. Luckily, your friend and roommate Chan has a crazy idea that might solve (most) of your sudden problems—start a streaming channel to film spicy videos together while earning some money. What could go wrong, right?

❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are actually part of this story and the one who makes the decision which will have an impact on the following chapters. Simply choose an option at the end of every chapter that you think fits best! [updated daily from 1st to 25th December; polls will stay up for 1 or 3 days]

📷 CONTENT INFO: chan, minho, jisung x afab reader, angst/fluff/smut, camgirl au, camgirl!reader, camboy!chan, childhood friend chan, enemy minho, friend jisung, perv!jisung, and they were all roommates; rest of ot8 is part of the story and their tropes will be revealed throughout the story [chapters, warnings and taglist info under the cut]

📕WORD COUNT: 1.8K/~30K

the incredible banner is made by the lovely @cherrrywon 🍒 // the beautiful dividers are from @strangergraphics ✨

CHAPTERS:

[1] — CRIMSON | [2] — ??? | chapters will be updated daily from 1st to 25th December!

🔥CONTENT WARNING: smut tags will be specified for each chapter, alcohol consumption, cyber sex work and discussion of morality behind that, different feminist takes/perspectives on sex work, commitment issues, financial problems, flawed characters and that makes them human [might add more later]

❤️AUTHOR’S NOTE: what would be christmas without tan’s interactive calendar? 2 years ago, I introduced the first interactive fanfic to stayblr and it’s been such a great time ever since. I’m taking a different route with this one and hope you will like it—it’s spicier but also a more serious take on a trope that’s super popular and that I adore so much too. taglist requests will only be taken in account by blogs with an age indicator, pfp and header and that actively reblog/comment/interact with fanfics! please comment here on the masterlist if you wish to be added. thank you so much. thanks for all the support, I love you so much. have a wonderful time 🫶🏻

The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Minors do not interact, this post contains mature topics. By reading you consent to nsfw content and agree that you have read all the warnings above carefully.

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[t-0ne25]

JEEEEESS 😭😭😭 i’m so endlessly sorry for only replying now to all your feedback but pls know that i’m always looking forward to your reblogs, in fact, they make my days :(

First of all that quote, thanks for appreciating it and as a queer person myself who falls in love with everyone lol you can tell I relate too (which is why i wrote this)

lmaooo dad choices. yes sure 😭 that would have been quite a different plot 💀

I’m so happy you’re so excited about my little story <3 ❤️

CRIMSON — [18+!]

PT. 1 of I LIKE IT — an interactive christmas series

“Hm, we could… make videos together.”

🎁 What a Tuesday. First, you wake up to a break-up-text from your (almost) boyfriend Hyunjin, then your boss suddenly fires you and as if this isn’t enough to handle, your landlord announces he will increase the rent of your mess of an apartment. However, your longtime friend and roommate Chan knows how to solve all issues at once—why don’t the two of you create a blog for uploading adult videos, gaining a bit of money to pay all the bills while you get over your heartbreak, hm?

❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are actually part of this story and the one who makes the decision which will have an impact on the following chapters. Simply choose an option at the end of every chapter that you think fits best! [updated daily from 1st to 25th December; polls will stay up for 1 or 3 days]

📷 CONTENT INFO: chan, minho, jisung x afab reader, angst/fluff/smut, camgirl au, camgirl!reader, camboy!chan, childhood friend chan, enemy minho, friend jisung, perv!jisung, and they were all roommates

📕WORD COUNT: 1.8K

🔥CONTENT WARNING: break up, getting fired, financial issues; discussion of cyber sex work

❤️AUTHOR’S NOTE: here’s the first part to my christmas calendar series this year! I hope you enjoy. I added everyone to the taglist who followed the guidelines mentioned on the m.list :) Have fun reading and tell me what you thought about this intro part!! Happy 1st advent sunday 🎄 (i’m busy decorating our christmas tree while you read this lol)

the beautiful dividers are from @strangergraphics ✨

He can’t be for real. Hwang Hyunjin can’t be for real. Two months of fooling around, of being invited to expensive dates, all sneakily in secret so the rest of the friend group doesn’t find out.

Just for him to end it with a dry text message that reads:

“I’m not looking for something serious right now.”

He introduced you to his family, his colleagues, his other friends. And for what?

Yeah. For that. Hopeful lies and words of nothing. Gestures that will stay in your head forever and sentences that stick with your heart. Buying you flowers with a little note attached to them that reads a cliché phrase like ‘you’re different from everyone else’.

You should have known. But you’re always gonna be wiser after experiencing the consequences of yet another bad decision, right?

At least that’s where you find yourself at noon (Romeo Hwang sent his romantic break up text in the middle of the night—what a lovely thing to wake up to), after your boss calls you in his office and tells you you’re fired. Not for a particular reason that was your fault, he’s simply not able to pay all his employees a wage that qualifies to make life worth living anymore. So, that’s what he tells you.

Seungmin—the colleague you’ve never really gotten along with—is getting kicked out too. At least that tells you that your boss’s words might actually be true. Although it’s infuriating nonetheless. A few weeks before Christmas and you still haven’t bought any presents for family members and friends and your bank account states the lovely number “–143,000 WON” when you check it yet another time.

Great. Merry fucking Christmas to yourself. What a time to be alive.

“Are you okay? You’ve been biting in that same cookie for a minute now. They’re your favourite ones,” Chan, your roommate, calls you out while he drags you out of your daydreams.

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. Totally fine.”

“Y/N,” he begins, catching your attention with that voice dropping low by a whole octave, “I’ve known your for twenty years. I can tell when you’re lying. Come on, tell me.”

Your heart skips a few beats whenever your childhood friend is so direct and dominant, jumping to ideas you shouldn’t be having about him in a moment like this and generally not at all.

“It’s… I got fired,” you blurt out, tears instantly running down your face.

Chan jumps up from his seat. The sound of his chair creaking against the tile floor in your shared kitchen makes your ears hurt but everything suddenly feels less scary when the man pulls you into a hug, keeping you warm.

“I’m so fucking sorry. That’s awful. Your boss was a prick anyway.”

His words feel soothing and so does his hand that’s stroking the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. “It’s gonna be alright, love. I promise. We will find a solution, okay?”

You slightly nod, wanting to trust him but you know life isn’t as easy as he always makes it seem. Yes, Chan is a lot more optimistic than you are and you sometimes wonder if it’s because he’s a man. You, on the other hand, worry every hour that you’re awake.

“Look, worrying won’t get you far.” Can he read your mind? “It is what it is now but we will find a solution, like I said.”

“Okay, Channie,” you say, as he wipes away your tears. The smile he sends you gives you hope again.

Until his phone vibrates.

“Let me have a look.”

Maybe it’s the group chat for this year’s Santa Secret party. You’ve got your phone on silent all the time anyway.

But when your roommate’s eyebrows scrunch together, worry is bubbling up tightly inside your chest again, threatening to erupt.

“What is it?”

You’re getting a bit confused now, anxiety taking over you once again.

“It’s… our landlord.”

Well, sometimes anxiety isn’t wrong, perhaps.

“Gosh, not him again. What does he want? To not take care of all the issues we have in this apartment,” you complain, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

This flat is a mess, bought in the 1960s for twelve raspberries by your landlord who’s probably one hundred years old by now and he isn’t investing any money in stuff that needs urgent repairs.

“Worse. He’s doubling the rent… starting next month,” Chan announces.

Your mouth falls agape, “What? How’s that even legal?”

“Well, otherwise he’s gonna throw us out and ‘use the property for himself’ aka the number one excuse for kicking someone out,” your roommate adds.

“Fucking asshole. Shit. Now that I’ve lost my job. Where the fuck will I be getting money from?”

“Hm. Great timing. We’re gonna figure it out, though,” your friend says, his eyes meeting your own.

“That’s what you always say, Chan. But I’m mortified.”

Because you are. You don’t understand how he can be so calm after all this bad news.

“I understand you, Y/N. It’s a lot. Getting fired and that apartment issue all in one day,” Chan tells you.

“And he broke up with me.”

You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You had to tell someone. Although you can already expect Chan to not be quite amused about that. He isn’t aware of who you had been dating for those past months since Hyunjin wanted to keep it a secret—you keep wondering why—but your friend knows that there is, or well, was someone.

“What?”

“He broke up with me. Via text. Last night. I only read it in the morning,” you give him the short version.

“Fucking asshole,” Chan speaks through gritted teeth. You can see his jaw clenching and fingers balling into a fist.

“Yup,” is all you let out.

“Now I do need to know who that mysterious guy you’d been dating was, so I can break his legs,” he tells you.

“Funny, Chan. You’re not gonna find out,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious.” He looks right at you, his piercing gaze shooting through your skull. “I’ll do anything to protect you, no discussion.”

“Anything? Also find me a new job? A job that brings me money… basically by next week? Even with applications and all, I won’t get paid on time with a normal job so I can pay all my bills on time,” you keep complaining and worrying—the only two things you’re actually good at.

“A normal job. Maybe that’s the issue,” Chan suddenly says.

“What are you suggesting? Becoming a mafia clan?”

“Nah. Something simpler,” he shakes his head.

You scoff, “Robbing a bank?”

“No. Something that’s not criminal,” he states.

“All that I can think off is selling foot pics or finding a sugar daddy. And I am not opposed to either,” you admit.

“Wait… that’s the idea.”

“Chan, I hate old men and the foot pic business. Cece told me that to be successful you have to be one in a billion,” you tell him, referring to your friend who used to be quite big in that… field.

“You’re still friends with Cecilia?”

You shrug your shoulders. “We talk sometimes.”

Chan decides to ignore it, he’s told you one hundred times that your friend from college isn’t any good influence. Including the fact, she’s always been after any guy you liked.

“My idea is better. Something that no one has done before but is greatly searched for,” he suggests.

“And what would that be?”

“Well, all those things you suggested feed into the fantasies of men. What about women and their desires?”

“What about them?”

“Well, you tell me. You’re a woman,” he says.

“I don’t think I can follow.”

And suddenly, he realises that his idea might be a bit too much. Too impulsive, too risky, too dangerous. After all, you’ve been good friends for two decades now and he wants it to stay this way, right?

“You know what… I think it was a stupid idea,” he pulls back.

You give him a pout—knowing he can’t resist those anyway—when you add, “Please share it with me, I’m curious now, Channie.”

“No,” he replies, turning red like a tomato, “it’s silly and you’ll think I’m weird.”

You hate it when he is like that. He can’t just announce a suggestion, phrase it as the idea of the century and then chicken out.

“Tell me, come on,” you say, looking up at him with big eyes, knowing well this will convince him.

He gulps, “F-fine. I was about to suggest… something like OnlyFans. But… for women’s desires.”

Oh. Oh.

“And… but… if I do videos on my own and they’re addressed to women, it’ll only find queer women. I don’t mind that at all but I’m not sure if that pays well, regarding numbers, you know?”

Fuck. Chan can’t believe you still don’t grasp what he’s trying to say.

“Well… I… I could help you,” he offers.

“Help me?”

As in… wait–

“Hm, we could… make videos together,” he suggests.

“You’re crazy,” is what you instantly let out.

He takes a step back, sinking down on his chair again, finding a more comfortable position and also trying to gain some time.

“I told you it was stupid,” he repeats.

“It is…” you say but in the back of your mind you’re more than intrigued. Unfortunately, you’ve had a crush on Chan for years. Which makes this an even dumber idea, right?

Well, to be fair. You’ve kinda had a crush on all three of your roommates—yes, even annoying Minho and need Jisung—but what do we expect from a hopeless romantic. Sometimes you can’t differentiate between genuine romantic crushes, platonic hyperfixations or falling in love with the idea of someone being close to you.

However, you decided to dump that endless spiral of worrying a long time ago. Which brought you to the next chaos—dating Hwang Hyunjin. Well, dating is a bit stretched. If there was a Wikipedia entry of what a situationship is, you are sure someone must have put a picture of him beside it.

“You’re still with me, love?”

Love. He knows what he’s doing. And you’ll let him any time.

“Yeah. Can I think about your idea for a second?” you ask.

He looks at you with wide eyes, confused you’re even questioning that, “Of course. As long as you need. And like I said, it was just a dumb idea that came to my head.”

“But it could work. I think I need to sleep a night over it,” you tell him.

“I get that. And if you feel uncomfortable about me even coming up with something like this, we can forget it, okay? Just pretend I’ve never mentioned it,” he reminds you.

“Alright.”

So, when you’re brainstorming that night alone—ignoring the funny feeling in your lower stomach—you come up with different ideas that would work well, that would feed women’s desires. And maybe one question, in the midst of this all, is quite important:

© j-One25 2024 | copying, translating or stealing my work is prohibited

[t-0ne25]

Thank you so much my dear <3 This is incredibly kind of you !! ❤️

CRIMSON — [18+!]

PT. 1 of I LIKE IT — an interactive christmas series

“Hm, we could… make videos together.”

🎁 What a Tuesday. First, you wake up to a break-up-text from your (almost) boyfriend Hyunjin, then your boss suddenly fires you and as if this isn’t enough to handle, your landlord announces he will increase the rent of your mess of an apartment. However, your longtime friend and roommate Chan knows how to solve all issues at once—why don’t the two of you create a blog for uploading adult videos, gaining a bit of money to pay all the bills while you get over your heartbreak, hm?

❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are actually part of this story and the one who makes the decision which will have an impact on the following chapters. Simply choose an option at the end of every chapter that you think fits best! [updated daily from 1st to 25th December; polls will stay up for 1 or 3 days]

📷 CONTENT INFO: chan, minho, jisung x afab reader, angst/fluff/smut, camgirl au, camgirl!reader, camboy!chan, childhood friend chan, enemy minho, friend jisung, perv!jisung, and they were all roommates

📕WORD COUNT: 1.8K

🔥CONTENT WARNING: break up, getting fired, financial issues; discussion of cyber sex work

❤️AUTHOR’S NOTE: here’s the first part to my christmas calendar series this year! I hope you enjoy. I added everyone to the taglist who followed the guidelines mentioned on the m.list :) Have fun reading and tell me what you thought about this intro part!! Happy 1st advent sunday 🎄 (i’m busy decorating our christmas tree while you read this lol)

the beautiful dividers are from @strangergraphics ✨

He can’t be for real. Hwang Hyunjin can’t be for real. Two months of fooling around, of being invited to expensive dates, all sneakily in secret so the rest of the friend group doesn’t find out.

Just for him to end it with a dry text message that reads:

“I’m not looking for something serious right now.”

He introduced you to his family, his colleagues, his other friends. And for what?

Yeah. For that. Hopeful lies and words of nothing. Gestures that will stay in your head forever and sentences that stick with your heart. Buying you flowers with a little note attached to them that reads a cliché phrase like ‘you’re different from everyone else’.

You should have known. But you’re always gonna be wiser after experiencing the consequences of yet another bad decision, right?

At least that’s where you find yourself at noon (Romeo Hwang sent his romantic break up text in the middle of the night—what a lovely thing to wake up to), after your boss calls you in his office and tells you you’re fired. Not for a particular reason that was your fault, he’s simply not able to pay all his employees a wage that qualifies to make life worth living anymore. So, that’s what he tells you.

Seungmin—the colleague you’ve never really gotten along with—is getting kicked out too. At least that tells you that your boss’s words might actually be true. Although it’s infuriating nonetheless. A few weeks before Christmas and you still haven’t bought any presents for family members and friends and your bank account states the lovely number “–143,000 WON” when you check it yet another time.

Great. Merry fucking Christmas to yourself. What a time to be alive.

“Are you okay? You’ve been biting in that same cookie for a minute now. They’re your favourite ones,” Chan, your roommate, calls you out while he drags you out of your daydreams.

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. Totally fine.”

“Y/N,” he begins, catching your attention with that voice dropping low by a whole octave, “I’ve known your for twenty years. I can tell when you’re lying. Come on, tell me.”

Your heart skips a few beats whenever your childhood friend is so direct and dominant, jumping to ideas you shouldn’t be having about him in a moment like this and generally not at all.

“It’s… I got fired,” you blurt out, tears instantly running down your face.

Chan jumps up from his seat. The sound of his chair creaking against the tile floor in your shared kitchen makes your ears hurt but everything suddenly feels less scary when the man pulls you into a hug, keeping you warm.

“I’m so fucking sorry. That’s awful. Your boss was a prick anyway.”

His words feel soothing and so does his hand that’s stroking the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. “It’s gonna be alright, love. I promise. We will find a solution, okay?”

You slightly nod, wanting to trust him but you know life isn’t as easy as he always makes it seem. Yes, Chan is a lot more optimistic than you are and you sometimes wonder if it’s because he’s a man. You, on the other hand, worry every hour that you’re awake.

“Look, worrying won’t get you far.” Can he read your mind? “It is what it is now but we will find a solution, like I said.”

“Okay, Channie,” you say, as he wipes away your tears. The smile he sends you gives you hope again.

Until his phone vibrates.

“Let me have a look.”

Maybe it’s the group chat for this year’s Santa Secret party. You’ve got your phone on silent all the time anyway.

But when your roommate’s eyebrows scrunch together, worry is bubbling up tightly inside your chest again, threatening to erupt.

“What is it?”

You’re getting a bit confused now, anxiety taking over you once again.

“It’s… our landlord.”

Well, sometimes anxiety isn’t wrong, perhaps.

“Gosh, not him again. What does he want? To not take care of all the issues we have in this apartment,” you complain, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

This flat is a mess, bought in the 1960s for twelve raspberries by your landlord who’s probably one hundred years old by now and he isn’t investing any money in stuff that needs urgent repairs.

“Worse. He’s doubling the rent… starting next month,” Chan announces.

Your mouth falls agape, “What? How’s that even legal?”

“Well, otherwise he’s gonna throw us out and ‘use the property for himself’ aka the number one excuse for kicking someone out,” your roommate adds.

“Fucking asshole. Shit. Now that I’ve lost my job. Where the fuck will I be getting money from?”

“Hm. Great timing. We’re gonna figure it out, though,” your friend says, his eyes meeting your own.

“That’s what you always say, Chan. But I’m mortified.”

Because you are. You don’t understand how he can be so calm after all this bad news.

“I understand you, Y/N. It’s a lot. Getting fired and that apartment issue all in one day,” Chan tells you.

“And he broke up with me.”

You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You had to tell someone. Although you can already expect Chan to not be quite amused about that. He isn’t aware of who you had been dating for those past months since Hyunjin wanted to keep it a secret—you keep wondering why—but your friend knows that there is, or well, was someone.

“What?”

“He broke up with me. Via text. Last night. I only read it in the morning,” you give him the short version.

“Fucking asshole,” Chan speaks through gritted teeth. You can see his jaw clenching and fingers balling into a fist.

“Yup,” is all you let out.

“Now I do need to know who that mysterious guy you’d been dating was, so I can break his legs,” he tells you.

“Funny, Chan. You’re not gonna find out,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious.” He looks right at you, his piercing gaze shooting through your skull. “I’ll do anything to protect you, no discussion.”

“Anything? Also find me a new job? A job that brings me money… basically by next week? Even with applications and all, I won’t get paid on time with a normal job so I can pay all my bills on time,” you keep complaining and worrying—the only two things you’re actually good at.

“A normal job. Maybe that’s the issue,” Chan suddenly says.

“What are you suggesting? Becoming a mafia clan?”

“Nah. Something simpler,” he shakes his head.

You scoff, “Robbing a bank?”

“No. Something that’s not criminal,” he states.

“All that I can think off is selling foot pics or finding a sugar daddy. And I am not opposed to either,” you admit.

“Wait… that’s the idea.”

“Chan, I hate old men and the foot pic business. Cece told me that to be successful you have to be one in a billion,” you tell him, referring to your friend who used to be quite big in that… field.

“You’re still friends with Cecilia?”

You shrug your shoulders. “We talk sometimes.”

Chan decides to ignore it, he’s told you one hundred times that your friend from college isn’t any good influence. Including the fact, she’s always been after any guy you liked.

“My idea is better. Something that no one has done before but is greatly searched for,” he suggests.

“And what would that be?”

“Well, all those things you suggested feed into the fantasies of men. What about women and their desires?”

“What about them?”

“Well, you tell me. You’re a woman,” he says.

“I don’t think I can follow.”

And suddenly, he realises that his idea might be a bit too much. Too impulsive, too risky, too dangerous. After all, you’ve been good friends for two decades now and he wants it to stay this way, right?

“You know what… I think it was a stupid idea,” he pulls back.

You give him a pout—knowing he can’t resist those anyway—when you add, “Please share it with me, I’m curious now, Channie.”

“No,” he replies, turning red like a tomato, “it’s silly and you’ll think I’m weird.”

You hate it when he is like that. He can’t just announce a suggestion, phrase it as the idea of the century and then chicken out.

“Tell me, come on,” you say, looking up at him with big eyes, knowing well this will convince him.

He gulps, “F-fine. I was about to suggest… something like OnlyFans. But… for women’s desires.”

Oh. Oh.

“And… but… if I do videos on my own and they’re addressed to women, it’ll only find queer women. I don’t mind that at all but I’m not sure if that pays well, regarding numbers, you know?”

Fuck. Chan can’t believe you still don’t grasp what he’s trying to say.

“Well… I… I could help you,” he offers.

“Help me?”

As in… wait–

���Hm, we could… make videos together,” he suggests.

“You’re crazy,” is what you instantly let out.

He takes a step back, sinking down on his chair again, finding a more comfortable position and also trying to gain some time.

“I told you it was stupid,” he repeats.

“It is…” you say but in the back of your mind you’re more than intrigued. Unfortunately, you’ve had a crush on Chan for years. Which makes this an even dumber idea, right?

Well, to be fair. You’ve kinda had a crush on all three of your roommates—yes, even annoying Minho and need Jisung—but what do we expect from a hopeless romantic. Sometimes you can’t differentiate between genuine romantic crushes, platonic hyperfixations or falling in love with the idea of someone being close to you.

However, you decided to dump that endless spiral of worrying a long time ago. Which brought you to the next chaos—dating Hwang Hyunjin. Well, dating is a bit stretched. If there was a Wikipedia entry of what a situationship is, you are sure someone must have put a picture of him beside it.

“You’re still with me, love?”

Love. He knows what he’s doing. And you’ll let him any time.

“Yeah. Can I think about your idea for a second?” you ask.

He looks at you with wide eyes, confused you’re even questioning that, “Of course. As long as you need. And like I said, it was just a dumb idea that came to my head.”

“But it could work. I think I need to sleep a night over it,” you tell him.

“I get that. And if you feel uncomfortable about me even coming up with something like this, we can forget it, okay? Just pretend I’ve never mentioned it,” he reminds you.

“Alright.”

So, when you’re brainstorming that night alone—ignoring the funny feeling in your lower stomach—you come up with different ideas that would work well, that would feed women’s desires. And maybe one question, in the midst of this all, is quite important:

© j-One25 2024 | copying, translating or stealing my work is prohibited

[t-0ne25]

Oh this means so much to me seriously!! Thank you for still giving it a try despite not reading interactive fics <3

I appreciate it a lot ❤️

CRIMSON — [18+!]

PT. 1 of I LIKE IT — an interactive christmas series

“Hm, we could… make videos together.”

🎁 What a Tuesday. First, you wake up to a break-up-text from your (almost) boyfriend Hyunjin, then your boss suddenly fires you and as if this isn’t enough to handle, your landlord announces he will increase the rent of your mess of an apartment. However, your longtime friend and roommate Chan knows how to solve all issues at once—why don’t the two of you create a blog for uploading adult videos, gaining a bit of money to pay all the bills while you get over your heartbreak, hm?

❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are actually part of this story and the one who makes the decision which will have an impact on the following chapters. Simply choose an option at the end of every chapter that you think fits best! [updated daily from 1st to 25th December; polls will stay up for 1 or 3 days]

📷 CONTENT INFO: chan, minho, jisung x afab reader, angst/fluff/smut, camgirl au, camgirl!reader, camboy!chan, childhood friend chan, enemy minho, friend jisung, perv!jisung, and they were all roommates

📕WORD COUNT: 1.8K

🔥CONTENT WARNING: break up, getting fired, financial issues; discussion of cyber sex work

❤️AUTHOR’S NOTE: here’s the first part to my christmas calendar series this year! I hope you enjoy. I added everyone to the taglist who followed the guidelines mentioned on the m.list :) Have fun reading and tell me what you thought about this intro part!! Happy 1st advent sunday 🎄 (i’m busy decorating our christmas tree while you read this lol)

the beautiful dividers are from @strangergraphics ✨

He can’t be for real. Hwang Hyunjin can’t be for real. Two months of fooling around, of being invited to expensive dates, all sneakily in secret so the rest of the friend group doesn’t find out.

Just for him to end it with a dry text message that reads:

“I’m not looking for something serious right now.”

He introduced you to his family, his colleagues, his other friends. And for what?

Yeah. For that. Hopeful lies and words of nothing. Gestures that will stay in your head forever and sentences that stick with your heart. Buying you flowers with a little note attached to them that reads a cliché phrase like ‘you’re different from everyone else’.

You should have known. But you’re always gonna be wiser after experiencing the consequences of yet another bad decision, right?

At least that’s where you find yourself at noon (Romeo Hwang sent his romantic break up text in the middle of the night—what a lovely thing to wake up to), after your boss calls you in his office and tells you you’re fired. Not for a particular reason that was your fault, he’s simply not able to pay all his employees a wage that qualifies to make life worth living anymore. So, that’s what he tells you.

Seungmin—the colleague you’ve never really gotten along with—is getting kicked out too. At least that tells you that your boss’s words might actually be true. Although it’s infuriating nonetheless. A few weeks before Christmas and you still haven’t bought any presents for family members and friends and your bank account states the lovely number “–143,000 WON” when you check it yet another time.

Great. Merry fucking Christmas to yourself. What a time to be alive.

“Are you okay? You’ve been biting in that same cookie for a minute now. They’re your favourite ones,” Chan, your roommate, calls you out while he drags you out of your daydreams.

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. Totally fine.”

“Y/N,” he begins, catching your attention with that voice dropping low by a whole octave, “I’ve known your for twenty years. I can tell when you’re lying. Come on, tell me.”

Your heart skips a few beats whenever your childhood friend is so direct and dominant, jumping to ideas you shouldn’t be having about him in a moment like this and generally not at all.

“It’s… I got fired,” you blurt out, tears instantly running down your face.

Chan jumps up from his seat. The sound of his chair creaking against the tile floor in your shared kitchen makes your ears hurt but everything suddenly feels less scary when the man pulls you into a hug, keeping you warm.

“I’m so fucking sorry. That’s awful. Your boss was a prick anyway.”

His words feel soothing and so does his hand that’s stroking the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. “It’s gonna be alright, love. I promise. We will find a solution, okay?”

You slightly nod, wanting to trust him but you know life isn’t as easy as he always makes it seem. Yes, Chan is a lot more optimistic than you are and you sometimes wonder if it’s because he’s a man. You, on the other hand, worry every hour that you’re awake.

“Look, worrying won’t get you far.” Can he read your mind? “It is what it is now but we will find a solution, like I said.”

“Okay, Channie,” you say, as he wipes away your tears. The smile he sends you gives you hope again.

Until his phone vibrates.

“Let me have a look.”

Maybe it’s the group chat for this year’s Santa Secret party. You’ve got your phone on silent all the time anyway.

But when your roommate’s eyebrows scrunch together, worry is bubbling up tightly inside your chest again, threatening to erupt.

“What is it?”

You’re getting a bit confused now, anxiety taking over you once again.

“It’s… our landlord.”

Well, sometimes anxiety isn’t wrong, perhaps.

“Gosh, not him again. What does he want? To not take care of all the issues we have in this apartment,” you complain, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

This flat is a mess, bought in the 1960s for twelve raspberries by your landlord who’s probably one hundred years old by now and he isn’t investing any money in stuff that needs urgent repairs.

“Worse. He’s doubling the rent… starting next month,” Chan announces.

Your mouth falls agape, “What? How’s that even legal?”

“Well, otherwise he’s gonna throw us out and ‘use the property for himself’ aka the number one excuse for kicking someone out,” your roommate adds.

“Fucking asshole. Shit. Now that I’ve lost my job. Where the fuck will I be getting money from?”

“Hm. Great timing. We’re gonna figure it out, though,” your friend says, his eyes meeting your own.

“That’s what you always say, Chan. But I’m mortified.”

Because you are. You don’t understand how he can be so calm after all this bad news.

“I understand you, Y/N. It’s a lot. Getting fired and that apartment issue all in one day,” Chan tells you.

“And he broke up with me.”

You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You had to tell someone. Although you can already expect Chan to not be quite amused about that. He isn’t aware of who you had been dating for those past months since Hyunjin wanted to keep it a secret—you keep wondering why—but your friend knows that there is, or well, was someone.

“What?”

“He broke up with me. Via text. Last night. I only read it in the morning,” you give him the short version.

“Fucking asshole,” Chan speaks through gritted teeth. You can see his jaw clenching and fingers balling into a fist.

“Yup,” is all you let out.

“Now I do need to know who that mysterious guy you’d been dating was, so I can break his legs,” he tells you.

“Funny, Chan. You’re not gonna find out,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious.” He looks right at you, his piercing gaze shooting through your skull. “I’ll do anything to protect you, no discussion.”

“Anything? Also find me a new job? A job that brings me money… basically by next week? Even with applications and all, I won’t get paid on time with a normal job so I can pay all my bills on time,” you keep complaining and worrying—the only two things you’re actually good at.

“A normal job. Maybe that’s the issue,” Chan suddenly says.

“What are you suggesting? Becoming a mafia clan?”

“Nah. Something simpler,” he shakes his head.

You scoff, “Robbing a bank?”

“No. Something that’s not criminal,” he states.

“All that I can think off is selling foot pics or finding a sugar daddy. And I am not opposed to either,” you admit.

“Wait… that’s the idea.”

“Chan, I hate old men and the foot pic business. Cece told me that to be successful you have to be one in a billion,” you tell him, referring to your friend who used to be quite big in that… field.

“You’re still friends with Cecilia?”

You shrug your shoulders. “We talk sometimes.”

Chan decides to ignore it, he’s told you one hundred times that your friend from college isn’t any good influence. Including the fact, she’s always been after any guy you liked.

“My idea is better. Something that no one has done before but is greatly searched for,” he suggests.

“And what would that be?”

“Well, all those things you suggested feed into the fantasies of men. What about women and their desires?”

“What about them?”

“Well, you tell me. You’re a woman,” he says.

“I don’t think I can follow.”

And suddenly, he realises that his idea might be a bit too much. Too impulsive, too risky, too dangerous. After all, you’ve been good friends for two decades now and he wants it to stay this way, right?

“You know what… I think it was a stupid idea,” he pulls back.

You give him a pout—knowing he can’t resist those anyway—when you add, “Please share it with me, I’m curious now, Channie.”

“No,” he replies, turning red like a tomato, “it’s silly and you’ll think I’m weird.”

You hate it when he is like that. He can’t just announce a suggestion, phrase it as the idea of the century and then chicken out.

“Tell me, come on,” you say, looking up at him with big eyes, knowing well this will convince him.

He gulps, “F-fine. I was about to suggest… something like OnlyFans. But… for women’s desires.”

Oh. Oh.

“And… but… if I do videos on my own and they’re addressed to women, it’ll only find queer women. I don’t mind that at all but I’m not sure if that pays well, regarding numbers, you know?”

Fuck. Chan can’t believe you still don’t grasp what he’s trying to say.

“Well… I… I could help you,” he offers.

“Help me?”

As in… wait–

“Hm, we could… make videos together,” he suggests.

“You’re crazy,” is what you instantly let out.

He takes a step back, sinking down on his chair again, finding a more comfortable position and also trying to gain some time.

“I told you it was stupid,” he repeats.

“It is…” you say but in the back of your mind you’re more than intrigued. Unfortunately, you’ve had a crush on Chan for years. Which makes this an even dumber idea, right?

Well, to be fair. You’ve kinda had a crush on all three of your roommates—yes, even annoying Minho and need Jisung—but what do we expect from a hopeless romantic. Sometimes you can’t differentiate between genuine romantic crushes, platonic hyperfixations or falling in love with the idea of someone being close to you.

However, you decided to dump that endless spiral of worrying a long time ago. Which brought you to the next chaos—dating Hwang Hyunjin. Well, dating is a bit stretched. If there was a Wikipedia entry of what a situationship is, you are sure someone must have put a picture of him beside it.

“You’re still with me, love?”

Love. He knows what he’s doing. And you’ll let him any time.

“Yeah. Can I think about your idea for a second?” you ask.

He looks at you with wide eyes, confused you’re even questioning that, “Of course. As long as you need. And like I said, it was just a dumb idea that came to my head.”

“But it could work. I think I need to sleep a night over it,” you tell him.

“I get that. And if you feel uncomfortable about me even coming up with something like this, we can forget it, okay? Just pretend I’ve never mentioned it,” he reminds you.

“Alright.”

So, when you’re brainstorming that night alone—ignoring the funny feeling in your lower stomach—you come up with different ideas that would work well, that would feed women’s desires. And maybe one question, in the midst of this all, is quite important:

© j-One25 2024 | copying, translating or stealing my work is prohibited

[t-0ne25]

Thank you lots for your words <3 I’m glad to know you’re already enjoying it ❤️

CRIMSON — [18+!]

PT. 1 of I LIKE IT — an interactive christmas series

“Hm, we could… make videos together.”

🎁 What a Tuesday. First, you wake up to a break-up-text from your (almost) boyfriend Hyunjin, then your boss suddenly fires you and as if this isn’t enough to handle, your landlord announces he will increase the rent of your mess of an apartment. However, your longtime friend and roommate Chan knows how to solve all issues at once—why don’t the two of you create a blog for uploading adult videos, gaining a bit of money to pay all the bills while you get over your heartbreak, hm?

❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are actually part of this story and the one who makes the decision which will have an impact on the following chapters. Simply choose an option at the end of every chapter that you think fits best! [updated daily from 1st to 25th December; polls will stay up for 1 or 3 days]

📷 CONTENT INFO: chan, minho, jisung x afab reader, angst/fluff/smut, camgirl au, camgirl!reader, camboy!chan, childhood friend chan, enemy minho, friend jisung, perv!jisung, and they were all roommates

📕WORD COUNT: 1.8K

🔥CONTENT WARNING: break up, getting fired, financial issues; discussion of cyber sex work

❤️AUTHOR’S NOTE: here’s the first part to my christmas calendar series this year! I hope you enjoy. I added everyone to the taglist who followed the guidelines mentioned on the m.list :) Have fun reading and tell me what you thought about this intro part!! Happy 1st advent sunday 🎄 (i’m busy decorating our christmas tree while you read this lol)

the beautiful dividers are from @strangergraphics ✨

He can’t be for real. Hwang Hyunjin can’t be for real. Two months of fooling around, of being invited to expensive dates, all sneakily in secret so the rest of the friend group doesn’t find out.

Just for him to end it with a dry text message that reads:

“I’m not looking for something serious right now.”

He introduced you to his family, his colleagues, his other friends. And for what?

Yeah. For that. Hopeful lies and words of nothing. Gestures that will stay in your head forever and sentences that stick with your heart. Buying you flowers with a little note attached to them that reads a cliché phrase like ‘you’re different from everyone else’.

You should have known. But you’re always gonna be wiser after experiencing the consequences of yet another bad decision, right?

At least that’s where you find yourself at noon (Romeo Hwang sent his romantic break up text in the middle of the night—what a lovely thing to wake up to), after your boss calls you in his office and tells you you’re fired. Not for a particular reason that was your fault, he’s simply not able to pay all his employees a wage that qualifies to make life worth living anymore. So, that’s what he tells you.

Seungmin—the colleague you’ve never really gotten along with—is getting kicked out too. At least that tells you that your boss’s words might actually be true. Although it’s infuriating nonetheless. A few weeks before Christmas and you still haven’t bought any presents for family members and friends and your bank account states the lovely number “–143,000 WON” when you check it yet another time.

Great. Merry fucking Christmas to yourself. What a time to be alive.

“Are you okay? You’ve been biting in that same cookie for a minute now. They’re your favourite ones,” Chan, your roommate, calls you out while he drags you out of your daydreams.

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. Totally fine.”

“Y/N,” he begins, catching your attention with that voice dropping low by a whole octave, “I’ve known your for twenty years. I can tell when you’re lying. Come on, tell me.”

Your heart skips a few beats whenever your childhood friend is so direct and dominant, jumping to ideas you shouldn’t be having about him in a moment like this and generally not at all.

“It’s… I got fired,” you blurt out, tears instantly running down your face.

Chan jumps up from his seat. The sound of his chair creaking against the tile floor in your shared kitchen makes your ears hurt but everything suddenly feels less scary when the man pulls you into a hug, keeping you warm.

“I’m so fucking sorry. That’s awful. Your boss was a prick anyway.”

His words feel soothing and so does his hand that’s stroking the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. “It’s gonna be alright, love. I promise. We will find a solution, okay?”

You slightly nod, wanting to trust him but you know life isn’t as easy as he always makes it seem. Yes, Chan is a lot more optimistic than you are and you sometimes wonder if it’s because he’s a man. You, on the other hand, worry every hour that you’re awake.

“Look, worrying won’t get you far.” Can he read your mind? “It is what it is now but we will find a solution, like I said.”

“Okay, Channie,” you say, as he wipes away your tears. The smile he sends you gives you hope again.

Until his phone vibrates.

“Let me have a look.”

Maybe it’s the group chat for this year’s Santa Secret party. You’ve got your phone on silent all the time anyway.

But when your roommate’s eyebrows scrunch together, worry is bubbling up tightly inside your chest again, threatening to erupt.

“What is it?”

You’re getting a bit confused now, anxiety taking over you once again.

“It’s… our landlord.”

Well, sometimes anxiety isn’t wrong, perhaps.

“Gosh, not him again. What does he want? To not take care of all the issues we have in this apartment,” you complain, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

This flat is a mess, bought in the 1960s for twelve raspberries by your landlord who’s probably one hundred years old by now and he isn’t investing any money in stuff that needs urgent repairs.

“Worse. He’s doubling the rent… starting next month,” Chan announces.

Your mouth falls agape, “What? How’s that even legal?”

“Well, otherwise he’s gonna throw us out and ‘use the property for himself’ aka the number one excuse for kicking someone out,” your roommate adds.

“Fucking asshole. Shit. Now that I’ve lost my job. Where the fuck will I be getting money from?”

“Hm. Great timing. We’re gonna figure it out, though,” your friend says, his eyes meeting your own.

“That’s what you always say, Chan. But I’m mortified.”

Because you are. You don’t understand how he can be so calm after all this bad news.

“I understand you, Y/N. It’s a lot. Getting fired and that apartment issue all in one day,” Chan tells you.

“And he broke up with me.”

You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You had to tell someone. Although you can already expect Chan to not be quite amused about that. He isn’t aware of who you had been dating for those past months since Hyunjin wanted to keep it a secret—you keep wondering why—but your friend knows that there is, or well, was someone.

“What?”

“He broke up with me. Via text. Last night. I only read it in the morning,” you give him the short version.

“Fucking asshole,” Chan speaks through gritted teeth. You can see his jaw clenching and fingers balling into a fist.

“Yup,” is all you let out.

“Now I do need to know who that mysterious guy you’d been dating was, so I can break his legs,” he tells you.

“Funny, Chan. You’re not gonna find out,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious.” He looks right at you, his piercing gaze shooting through your skull. “I’ll do anything to protect you, no discussion.”

“Anything? Also find me a new job? A job that brings me money… basically by next week? Even with applications and all, I won’t get paid on time with a normal job so I can pay all my bills on time,” you keep complaining and worrying—the only two things you’re actually good at.

“A normal job. Maybe that’s the issue,” Chan suddenly says.

“What are you suggesting? Becoming a mafia clan?”

“Nah. Something simpler,” he shakes his head.

You scoff, “Robbing a bank?”

“No. Something that’s not criminal,” he states.

“All that I can think off is selling foot pics or finding a sugar daddy. And I am not opposed to either,” you admit.

“Wait… that’s the idea.”

“Chan, I hate old men and the foot pic business. Cece told me that to be successful you have to be one in a billion,” you tell him, referring to your friend who used to be quite big in that… field.

“You’re still friends with Cecilia?”

You shrug your shoulders. “We talk sometimes.”

Chan decides to ignore it, he’s told you one hundred times that your friend from college isn’t any good influence. Including the fact, she’s always been after any guy you liked.

“My idea is better. Something that no one has done before but is greatly searched for,” he suggests.

“And what would that be?”

“Well, all those things you suggested feed into the fantasies of men. What about women and their desires?”

“What about them?”

“Well, you tell me. You’re a woman,” he says.

“I don’t think I can follow.”

And suddenly, he realises that his idea might be a bit too much. Too impulsive, too risky, too dangerous. After all, you’ve been good friends for two decades now and he wants it to stay this way, right?

“You know what… I think it was a stupid idea,” he pulls back.

You give him a pout—knowing he can’t resist those anyway—when you add, “Please share it with me, I’m curious now, Channie.”

“No,” he replies, turning red like a tomato, “it’s silly and you’ll think I’m weird.”

You hate it when he is like that. He can’t just announce a suggestion, phrase it as the idea of the century and then chicken out.

“Tell me, come on,” you say, looking up at him with big eyes, knowing well this will convince him.

He gulps, “F-fine. I was about to suggest… something like OnlyFans. But… for women’s desires.”

Oh. Oh.

“And… but… if I do videos on my own and they’re addressed to women, it’ll only find queer women. I don’t mind that at all but I’m not sure if that pays well, regarding numbers, you know?”

Fuck. Chan can’t believe you still don’t grasp what he’s trying to say.

“Well… I… I could help you,” he offers.

“Help me?”

As in… wait–

“Hm, we could… make videos together,” he suggests.

“You’re crazy,” is what you instantly let out.

He takes a step back, sinking down on his chair again, finding a more comfortable position and also trying to gain some time.

“I told you it was stupid,” he repeats.

“It is…” you say but in the back of your mind you’re more than intrigued. Unfortunately, you’ve had a crush on Chan for years. Which makes this an even dumber idea, right?

Well, to be fair. You’ve kinda had a crush on all three of your roommates—yes, even annoying Minho and need Jisung—but what do we expect from a hopeless romantic. Sometimes you can’t differentiate between genuine romantic crushes, platonic hyperfixations or falling in love with the idea of someone being close to you.

However, you decided to dump that endless spiral of worrying a long time ago. Which brought you to the next chaos—dating Hwang Hyunjin. Well, dating is a bit stretched. If there was a Wikipedia entry of what a situationship is, you are sure someone must have put a picture of him beside it.

“You’re still with me, love?”

Love. He knows what he’s doing. And you’ll let him any time.

“Yeah. Can I think about your idea for a second?” you ask.

He looks at you with wide eyes, confused you’re even questioning that, “Of course. As long as you need. And like I said, it was just a dumb idea that came to my head.”

“But it could work. I think I need to sleep a night over it,” you tell him.

“I get that. And if you feel uncomfortable about me even coming up with something like this, we can forget it, okay? Just pretend I’ve never mentioned it,” he reminds you.

“Alright.”

So, when you’re brainstorming that night alone—ignoring the funny feeling in your lower stomach—you come up with different ideas that would work well, that would feed women’s desires. And maybe one question, in the midst of this all, is quite important:

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thank you so much for reading and interacting my dear <3 I hope you will be enjoying this little story ❤️

CRIMSON — [18+!]

PT. 1 of I LIKE IT — an interactive christmas series

“Hm, we could… make videos together.”

🎁 What a Tuesday. First, you wake up to a break-up-text from your (almost) boyfriend Hyunjin, then your boss suddenly fires you and as if this isn’t enough to handle, your landlord announces he will increase the rent of your mess of an apartment. However, your longtime friend and roommate Chan knows how to solve all issues at once—why don’t the two of you create a blog for uploading adult videos, gaining a bit of money to pay all the bills while you get over your heartbreak, hm?

❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are actually part of this story and the one who makes the decision which will have an impact on the following chapters. Simply choose an option at the end of every chapter that you think fits best! [updated daily from 1st to 25th December; polls will stay up for 1 or 3 days]

📷 CONTENT INFO: chan, minho, jisung x afab reader, angst/fluff/smut, camgirl au, camgirl!reader, camboy!chan, childhood friend chan, enemy minho, friend jisung, perv!jisung, and they were all roommates

📕WORD COUNT: 1.8K

🔥CONTENT WARNING: break up, getting fired, financial issues; discussion of cyber sex work

❤️AUTHOR’S NOTE: here’s the first part to my christmas calendar series this year! I hope you enjoy. I added everyone to the taglist who followed the guidelines mentioned on the m.list :) Have fun reading and tell me what you thought about this intro part!! Happy 1st advent sunday 🎄 (i’m busy decorating our christmas tree while you read this lol)

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He can’t be for real. Hwang Hyunjin can’t be for real. Two months of fooling around, of being invited to expensive dates, all sneakily in secret so the rest of the friend group doesn’t find out.

Just for him to end it with a dry text message that reads:

“I’m not looking for something serious right now.”

He introduced you to his family, his colleagues, his other friends. And for what?

Yeah. For that. Hopeful lies and words of nothing. Gestures that will stay in your head forever and sentences that stick with your heart. Buying you flowers with a little note attached to them that reads a cliché phrase like ‘you’re different from everyone else’.

You should have known. But you’re always gonna be wiser after experiencing the consequences of yet another bad decision, right?

At least that’s where you find yourself at noon (Romeo Hwang sent his romantic break up text in the middle of the night—what a lovely thing to wake up to), after your boss calls you in his office and tells you you’re fired. Not for a particular reason that was your fault, he’s simply not able to pay all his employees a wage that qualifies to make life worth living anymore. So, that’s what he tells you.

Seungmin—the colleague you’ve never really gotten along with—is getting kicked out too. At least that tells you that your boss’s words might actually be true. Although it’s infuriating nonetheless. A few weeks before Christmas and you still haven’t bought any presents for family members and friends and your bank account states the lovely number “–143,000 WON” when you check it yet another time.

Great. Merry fucking Christmas to yourself. What a time to be alive.

“Are you okay? You’ve been biting in that same cookie for a minute now. They’re your favourite ones,” Chan, your roommate, calls you out while he drags you out of your daydreams.

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. Totally fine.”

“Y/N,” he begins, catching your attention with that voice dropping low by a whole octave, “I’ve known your for twenty years. I can tell when you’re lying. Come on, tell me.”

Your heart skips a few beats whenever your childhood friend is so direct and dominant, jumping to ideas you shouldn’t be having about him in a moment like this and generally not at all.

“It’s… I got fired,” you blurt out, tears instantly running down your face.

Chan jumps up from his seat. The sound of his chair creaking against the tile floor in your shared kitchen makes your ears hurt but everything suddenly feels less scary when the man pulls you into a hug, keeping you warm.

“I’m so fucking sorry. That’s awful. Your boss was a prick anyway.”

His words feel soothing and so does his hand that’s stroking the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. “It’s gonna be alright, love. I promise. We will find a solution, okay?”

You slightly nod, wanting to trust him but you know life isn’t as easy as he always makes it seem. Yes, Chan is a lot more optimistic than you are and you sometimes wonder if it’s because he’s a man. You, on the other hand, worry every hour that you’re awake.

“Look, worrying won’t get you far.” Can he read your mind? “It is what it is now but we will find a solution, like I said.”

“Okay, Channie,” you say, as he wipes away your tears. The smile he sends you gives you hope again.

Until his phone vibrates.

“Let me have a look.”

Maybe it’s the group chat for this year’s Santa Secret party. You’ve got your phone on silent all the time anyway.

But when your roommate’s eyebrows scrunch together, worry is bubbling up tightly inside your chest again, threatening to erupt.

“What is it?”

You’re getting a bit confused now, anxiety taking over you once again.

“It’s… our landlord.”

Well, sometimes anxiety isn’t wrong, perhaps.

“Gosh, not him again. What does he want? To not take care of all the issues we have in this apartment,” you complain, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

This flat is a mess, bought in the 1960s for twelve raspberries by your landlord who’s probably one hundred years old by now and he isn’t investing any money in stuff that needs urgent repairs.

“Worse. He’s doubling the rent… starting next month,” Chan announces.

Your mouth falls agape, “What? How’s that even legal?”

“Well, otherwise he’s gonna throw us out and ‘use the property for himself’ aka the number one excuse for kicking someone out,” your roommate adds.

“Fucking asshole. Shit. Now that I’ve lost my job. Where the fuck will I be getting money from?”

“Hm. Great timing. We’re gonna figure it out, though,” your friend says, his eyes meeting your own.

“That’s what you always say, Chan. But I’m mortified.”

Because you are. You don’t understand how he can be so calm after all this bad news.

“I understand you, Y/N. It’s a lot. Getting fired and that apartment issue all in one day,” Chan tells you.

“And he broke up with me.”

You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You had to tell someone. Although you can already expect Chan to not be quite amused about that. He isn’t aware of who you had been dating for those past months since Hyunjin wanted to keep it a secret—you keep wondering why—but your friend knows that there is, or well, was someone.

“What?”

“He broke up with me. Via text. Last night. I only read it in the morning,” you give him the short version.

“Fucking asshole,” Chan speaks through gritted teeth. You can see his jaw clenching and fingers balling into a fist.

“Yup,” is all you let out.

“Now I do need to know who that mysterious guy you’d been dating was, so I can break his legs,” he tells you.

“Funny, Chan. You’re not gonna find out,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious.” He looks right at you, his piercing gaze shooting through your skull. “I’ll do anything to protect you, no discussion.”

“Anything? Also find me a new job? A job that brings me money… basically by next week? Even with applications and all, I won’t get paid on time with a normal job so I can pay all my bills on time,” you keep complaining and worrying—the only two things you’re actually good at.

“A normal job. Maybe that’s the issue,” Chan suddenly says.

“What are you suggesting? Becoming a mafia clan?”

“Nah. Something simpler,” he shakes his head.

You scoff, “Robbing a bank?”

“No. Something that’s not criminal,” he states.

“All that I can think off is selling foot pics or finding a sugar daddy. And I am not opposed to either,” you admit.

“Wait… that’s the idea.”

“Chan, I hate old men and the foot pic business. Cece told me that to be successful you have to be one in a billion,” you tell him, referring to your friend who used to be quite big in that… field.

“You’re still friends with Cecilia?”

You shrug your shoulders. “We talk sometimes.”

Chan decides to ignore it, he’s told you one hundred times that your friend from college isn’t any good influence. Including the fact, she’s always been after any guy you liked.

“My idea is better. Something that no one has done before but is greatly searched for,” he suggests.

“And what would that be?”

“Well, all those things you suggested feed into the fantasies of men. What about women and their desires?”

“What about them?”

“Well, you tell me. You’re a woman,” he says.

“I don’t think I can follow.”

And suddenly, he realises that his idea might be a bit too much. Too impulsive, too risky, too dangerous. After all, you’ve been good friends for two decades now and he wants it to stay this way, right?

“You know what… I think it was a stupid idea,” he pulls back.

You give him a pout—knowing he can’t resist those anyway—when you add, “Please share it with me, I’m curious now, Channie.”

“No,” he replies, turning red like a tomato, “it’s silly and you’ll think I’m weird.”

You hate it when he is like that. He can’t just announce a suggestion, phrase it as the idea of the century and then chicken out.

“Tell me, come on,” you say, looking up at him with big eyes, knowing well this will convince him.

He gulps, “F-fine. I was about to suggest… something like OnlyFans. But… for women’s desires.”

Oh. Oh.

“And… but… if I do videos on my own and they’re addressed to women, it’ll only find queer women. I don’t mind that at all but I’m not sure if that pays well, regarding numbers, you know?”

Fuck. Chan can’t believe you still don’t grasp what he’s trying to say.

“Well… I… I could help you,” he offers.

“Help me?”

As in… wait–

“Hm, we could… make videos together,” he suggests.

“You’re crazy,” is what you instantly let out.

He takes a step back, sinking down on his chair again, finding a more comfortable position and also trying to gain some time.

“I told you it was stupid,” he repeats.

“It is…” you say but in the back of your mind you’re more than intrigued. Unfortunately, you’ve had a crush on Chan for years. Which makes this an even dumber idea, right?

Well, to be fair. You’ve kinda had a crush on all three of your roommates—yes, even annoying Minho and need Jisung—but what do we expect from a hopeless romantic. Sometimes you can’t differentiate between genuine romantic crushes, platonic hyperfixations or falling in love with the idea of someone being close to you.

However, you decided to dump that endless spiral of worrying a long time ago. Which brought you to the next chaos—dating Hwang Hyunjin. Well, dating is a bit stretched. If there was a Wikipedia entry of what a situationship is, you are sure someone must have put a picture of him beside it.

“You’re still with me, love?”

Love. He knows what he’s doing. And you’ll let him any time.

“Yeah. Can I think about your idea for a second?” you ask.

He looks at you with wide eyes, confused you’re even questioning that, “Of course. As long as you need. And like I said, it was just a dumb idea that came to my head.”

“But it could work. I think I need to sleep a night over it,” you tell him.

“I get that. And if you feel uncomfortable about me even coming up with something like this, we can forget it, okay? Just pretend I’ve never mentioned it,” he reminds you.

“Alright.”

So, when you’re brainstorming that night alone—ignoring the funny feeling in your lower stomach—you come up with different ideas that would work well, that would feed women’s desires. And maybe one question, in the midst of this all, is quite important:

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[C] — THEIR APARTMENT

Perhaps caused by anxiety reasons, you’ve always been someone who needs to discuss things as soon as possible. Otherwise, you won’t be able to stop worrying and just fall down a drain of confusion. It’s a curse and a blessing at once. After packing all your stuff, you head to one of the cafés on your way to your friends’ shared apartment, getting three drinks for the trio.

Luckily, the subway isn’t as crowded as it was two days ago, making it easier to balance the beverages without the fear of spilling even a single drop. One less problem. At least something. You wonder now how stupid it was to get a caffeine induced drink for yourself, when your heart is already threatening to burst out of your chest. You push the worries aside—as best as possible—and (im)patiently wait for the station you want to get out.

Once you reach it, you sprint out the vehicle and basically run to the building your friends live in. Your heart is pumping at lightning speed, your head is spinning, making you wonder if it’s such a great idea, first, to turn up here uninvited and, second, to talk to them about the confusion inside your head when you yourself don’t know yet what you actually want.

Well, if you’re completely honest... The best decision would be not to choose at all and just be close with both of them—both physically and romantically speaking. This is the disaster you’ve caught yourself in. Great. Who on earth has a crush on both their friends and said friends also happen to be roommates? This is ridiculous.

Your palms are sweaty when you enter the house, climbing up the stairs with weak knees but you manage to get to their floor. You count to ten inside your head—a strategy you always use when you’re caught in anxiety induced moments like this one. You make it to number eight, nine follows. Nine and a half. Nine and three quarters. Wishing to find a magic spell that will help you out of this.

Ten.

You’ve got this.

You ring the doorbell.

Half a minute passes before the door swings open, revealing Minho who is only wearing a towel around his waist. You cling onto the drinks you brought with you. An accident of three iced beverages hitting the floor and making a sticky mess should be avoided at any cost.

“You’re here to see Jisung, hm?”

You’re startled to say the least. “No… Well, actually, I wanted to talk to both of you.”

Minho grins, stepping back and gesturing towards their apartment, telling you to enter. “Then come in, princess. Make yourself comfortable.”

You follow suit, getting inside, all shyly handing him the beverages. He thanks you and places them on the couch table. His roommate is already sitting on the sofa but stands up when he notices you. And Jisung’s mischievous smirk is even more present.

Why the hell do they act like this?

“Look who’s decided to show up, Ji,” Minho says and you know that he’s smiling brightly. Have they expected you to come to their place?

Jisung chuckles, “Oh, our girl is here to see us, hm?”

Their girl? You don’t quite get what he means with that. What is going on?

“Were you guys… waiting for me?” you dare to ask now.

The younger one is wearing that tank top again, his muscles on full display and you barely notice your gaze wandering towards them, as if some supernatural force is dragging your eyes to them.

“You could say that, yeah,” Jisung giggles.

“You wanna explain why you’re here?” Minho asks and when you turn around he’s suddenly dressed in some sweatpants and a shirt similar to his roommate’s. How the hell did he manage to change so quickly? Or were you perhaps zoned out because of Jisung’s arms? You wouldn’t be surprised, to be honest.

But what are you supposed to tell them? Hey, I’ve got a crush on the both of you and impulsively decided to drive all the way to your place just to tell you that I don’t know who I want either.

Not your greatest idea.

On top of that, at this point you believe it’s just best to leave things as they are—you probably shouldn’t decide for any of them (if they even like you back) and destroy a lifelong friendship with this, right?

“Oh, I wish I knew… well I do know why and how I ended up here but… I’m sorry. For all the mess,” you admit.

Jisung looks at you confused, one of his eyebrows raised up, “What mess?”

Maybe you should do it in the same way you rip off a bandaid. Quickly with the least pain possible.

“I… I think I have a crush on both of you and I’m sorry about it,” you admit. It’s out. You said it. But you don’t feel any better.

“You’re sorry? Why would anybody be sorry about having a crush on me, Lee Minho?” Minho says with a scoff, crossing his arms in front of his chest which brings your focus right back to them. Shit, what you’d do to have them wrapped around your throat, being in a chokehold, while Jisung is in front of you, kissing you. Being sandwiched between these two is one of your darkest fantasies after all.

Get it together, Y/N. You’re talking to your friends.

“Because I like both of you. And I’m putting you in a shitty situation.”

Jisung gets a bit closer. “Why is that?”

“Because, well, sooner or later I have to choose, so it’s probably best if I just leave you two to stay best friends and not opt for any of you,” you explain.

The younger one is standing in front of you now, big puppy eyes looking at you. He reaches for a strand of your hair, just to tuck it behind your ear. Your heart does a flip, a turn, a whole pirouette. Fuck. What the hell is going on?

“Why would you do this if you can have us both?”

Minho’s voice is close. Dangerously close. Then you feel his breath linger on your neck, realising he’s standing right behind you.

“Are… a-are you guys serious?”

Minho snickers, “I’m usually not the type to, but I would share you with my best friend.”

Earth stops. Your eyes are widening and for a second you believe your heart gives out.

“Hm,” Jisung starts, “same for me. You’re too precious to the both of us. We like you too, Y/N. More than just a friend.”

“He’s right, princess,” you hear from behind you. Suddenly, Minho’s hands are on your waist. “We will find a way to make this work, yeah?”

“Okay,” you breathe out as if you’re functioning on autopilot. “Yeah, we can. But… can we start where we left off… I-I mean, where I left off with the two of you?”

Jisung grins, “Of course, darling. Just tell us who you’d like to kiss first.”

“Why don’t we make a game out of this, hm?” Minho suddenly suggests. “How do you feel about being blindfolded, baby? And you’re gonna tell us, who is kissing you?”

You nod, before you consent with words and five minutes later you find yourself in Minho’s bedroom with him and his roommate. You’re sprawled out on the mattress, your vision blinded, caused by the black fabric that’s covering your eyes right now. The atmosphere is tense, your heart is beating out of your chest—nothing new by now.

“Is it okay if we touch you?” you hear the older one speak.

“Yes, please,” you say, sounding even more desperate than what you’ve anticipated.

You feel hands carefully grazing over your thighs, your skirt riding up in the process but not too much to reveal anything hiding underneath. The person comes closer, until you sense their hot breath against your nose. Two fingers tilt your head upwards and then you suddenly feel lips pressed against your own. You immediately give in, enjoying the kiss you’re granted. 

The man smiles against you, before a chuckle slips out of him, divulging his identity.

“Jisung?” you ask with the same smirk on your face.

“You’ve got me there. Wanna go further? And guess again?”

You know exactly what he means. And the idea arouses you, to say the least, so you tell them to keep going. You sense another pair of lips on your own, soon realising it’s Minho since he’s a bit more gentle. You can’t lie, you enjoy how eager Jisung was but it also made it easier to find out who was behind that first kiss.

Meanwhile, it must be the younger one whose hands are currently wandering under your skirt, lifting it upwards and you let him, even parting your legs for him. He makes quick work when his fingers come closer to your very much drenched panties, grazing over the ruined fabric. Minho is still kissing you, getting a bit more passionate, while his hands are on your sides, wandering upwards to squeeze one of your tits lightly.

Jisung’s fingers wander underneath your laces, before he slides them aside and adjusts his position. You keep kissing his roommate, still very much blindfolded but this electrifies you even more. Two digits dip into your wet hole, spreading you open, preparing you for what’s yet to come.

And then Minho’s tongue slips inside your mouth, while Jisung’s brushes over your aching cunt. 

You can’t believe it either, what’s happening here. But you allow the sensation to take over you.

Immediately clenching around Jisung’s fingers, a loud moan passes your lips, getting caught by Minho who’s still kissing you as if he’s gasping for air and you’re his oxygen.

“Ji– Fuck–“ you whimper, when he finds that very certain spot inside you.

Minho stops kissing you. His fingers wrap around your throat. “You’re moaning his name, while I’m kissing you?”

“I’m… I’m sorry, Min, but he’s making me feel so good,” you decide to tease your friend. You feel Jisung chuckle against your heat and in an instant, the mattress shifts and suddenly both men are between your thighs. It’s impossible to differentiate now. You believe it’s still Jisung’s fingers inside of you and perhaps Minho’s tongue making out with your clit, but it could also be the other way around.

You enter a state of trance, arching your back as you allow the sensation to captivate your entire body and soul. It’s like you’re tasting heaven, reaching a new level of spirituality.

And then, as if they’ve planned it—they pull away from you. Just leaving you there. You obviously let out a whine, already on the verge of complaining, before one of them scoots closer again, placing the softest kiss on your forehead, letting you melt into a puddle.

The man scoots away again and then you hear one of them speak, “Ji, condoms are inside the top drawer.”

“Wait–“ you interrupt them.

“You wanna stop, angel?” the younger one asks, getting back on the bed

“N-No, it’s just… I’m on the pill… we can also not use condoms, if you are alright with that,” you tell them because you mean it. You trust your two friends so much.

“Absolutely,” you hear them say at once.

“The blindfold stays on?” Minho asks.

“Yeah…” You’re a bit ashamed that this is arousing you so much.

“Good. What’s your colour?” he adds.

“Green, one hundred per cent green.”

You hear them chuckle, before one of them—you still don’t know who—positions himself between your legs. You suppose they must have taken their clothes off by now. Two hands are caressing your thighs, before you feel your drenched panties getting guided down your body, leaving you naked underneath the skirt.

“Are you ready, baby?” the younger one speaks and you wonder if that’s a sign to tell you that he’s gonna be the one to start.

“Please… just one of you, fuck me already.”

They laugh again and you suddenly feel the tip of someone’s cock circle around your entrance, teasing you further. Perhaps it’s truly Jisung. He enters you, centimetre after centimetre, stretching you out wonderfully. He’s definitely above average, you can tell once he starts thrusting into you.

“And, who is it, hm?” Minho asks.

“How about we turn this into a game, Min?”

You try to pay attention to their breathing, trying to figure out which one of them is filling you so well.

“Sure, tell me what you mean,” the older one says, while all movements suddenly come to a halt.

“Only if Y/N manages to guess correctly, she deserves to cum.”

Oh, God. You sure hope you’ll win this game. You are sure you won’t be able to handle another one of their edging games.

“Tell us your colour, princess.”

“Green. Green, Green, Green.”

They chuckle, before you sense your body moving again, getting railed into oblivion as you try your best to find out who is making you feel that good.

You’ve always expected Minho to be on the bigger side but then again you’d also think of him to be someone to allow Jisung to go first. Fuck. How are you supposed to solve this riddle?

Feeling yourself getting closer to your own high doesn’t make this any easier, especially when the other man gets closer and starts playing with your clit.

Take a guess, Y/N. It’s a fifty-fifty chance.

“Minho?”

None of them answers in order to not reveal who’s who.

“It’s you, Min, isn’t it?”

You hear the man who’s inside of you chuckle, “Whenever you’re ready, cum for me, princess.”

And oh, you do. All over his cock, while your legs are shaking like crazy, as you come undone. They both help you through your climax, praising words entering your ears while this indescribable sensation takes over you.

Minho feels himself twitching inside of you and after you encourage him, he spills his seeds into your warm wet hole, marking you as his. He slips out and you suddenly feel two hands tugging at the blindfold. The fabric gets pulled off.

“You’re so good for us, angel,” Jisung says, smiling at you. “Another round?”

You smile back, as you reply, “I’d love to.”

The younger one positions himself between your legs, while you notice Minho getting closer. He’s lying next to you, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“You’re such a good girl for us,” he encourages you, as his friend slowly enters you, pushing Minho’s seeds back inside.

You let out a gasp, accompanied by a moan, as you beg him to start moving. He follows suit, doing as he’s told, when he stretches you out so deliciously. Jisung is a bit faster from the beginning but you don’t mind. Of course, he’s even carrying that mischievous look on his face again.

His roommate begins kissing your neck, while his hand wanders between your legs, two fingers finding your clit. You’re sensitive to his touch, allowing pleasure to take over you, while his friend keeps pounding into you.

“I’ve always known that you’d be a whore for our cocks,” Jisung grunts, his hands reaching under your thighs, before he’s hovering them over his shoulders to rut even deeper into you.

Minho grins, while he keeps touching and kissing you, “Greedy little thing, couldn’t even decide, hm? One cock isn’t enough for you, huh?”

Tears are pricking on your lower lash lines because they’re making you feel that good.

“She always needs more, Min. Can’t ever get enough,” Jisung teases you.

“Ji– fuck, Min–“ is all that makes it past your lips, brain completely shut off by now.

“That’s it baby, scream our names like that. Let everyone know who’s making you feel that good,” Minho whispers, as his kisses turn softer again. The duality of this man is unbelievable.

“It’s you, Minho a-and Jisung, it’s you,” you manage to let out, before your second orgasm takes over you. It’s even more intense than the first one but both men help you through it once more.

Jisung asks as well, where you want him to cum and he receives the same answer as his roommate, before he fills you up to the brim with his juices, letting them mix together with your own ones and Minho’s.

He glides out of you, watching the liquids run down on the bedsheets and everything that happens after this is a blur. They take care of you, run a warm bath and clean you. All while being so gentle your heart threatens to combust for real this time.

Thirty minutes later, you’re put into pyjamas and tucked under the blankets, both men lying next to you.

They kiss you goodnight, before you doze off to sleep.

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[B] — THE PARK

There’s nothing in this world a quiet walk in the sun can solve, right? At least that’s what your brain always manages to make you believe when sunbeams collide with your skin on the first day of spring, warning you up from outside as if they’re some magical elixir. But it’s just mother nature providing you vitamins and serotonin for free, while helping you clear your head.

The birds are chirping, beautiful flowers are taking over the field, enlightening your view in all the colours the rainbow can offer. You take a deep breath, allowing your whole body to relax just how it deserves. Cool. Your anxious thoughts are basically gone. There’s no need to worry.

When you pass one of the cafés near, you head to the counter and purchase one of your favourite iced drinks. They finally changed the menu to the one specifically made for spring, which eases your heart and mind further.

Everything is perfect. Problems? You’ve never heard of them.

Until you sit down on one of the wooden and dark green coloured benches back in the park again—getting a great panorama view of the pond and the ducks playing and swimming inside.

At first, you don’t notice him. He’s just as shy and anxious as you tend to be, especially whenever he’s with you. Well, usually he plays it cool, pretending to be confident and you believe him. The teasing tells it all. But deep down he knows he’d basically faint if you ever made a move on him.

“Hey.”

Oh, no. Problem number two that you were trying to escape found you. Dammit.

“Hey, Ji. You’re here too?”

No, I’m one of the ducks and turned into an illusion of Han Jisung, he thinks but doesn’t speak out loud. Minho and his sarcasm aren’t a good influence on him as it seems.

“Yeah… I’ve been trying to clear my mind and all.” His gaze is fixated on the ground, as he looks down at his shoes. His hands and fingers are fidgeting, showing how nervous he is.

“Are you okay, Jisung?”

His eyes shoot up towards you, “Yeah! I’m fine. I’m fine.”

It’s hard seeing him like this. You wonder what’s going on and if it possibly has something to do with you. Until you push that idea aside. This isn’t about you. Jisung seems to be plagued by some thoughts and you’re his friend, always ready to help and listen.

“Do you wanna talk? Tell me what’s going on?”

He awkwardly chuckles, “I’m… not sure.”

You tilt your head, stepping a few steps towards him. Jisung’s heartbeat quickens and he prays you don’t notice.

“Come on, you can tell me everything,” you reassure him.

He blinks a few times. “Even if it involves my guilty conscience and you?”

Could he perhaps mean…?

No, there’s no way. Sure, with all the teasing he’s brought to daylight whenever you’ve been in a room with him one could think he does actually like you more than a friend. Hell, Han Jisung flirts with you as if he’s trying to win an Olympic gold medal. The fact you’re still not considering the chance that he has some type of crush on you is almost ridiculous.

“Yeah, even then,” you say. “What is it?”

Now you’re the one whose heart is bursting out of their chest, impatiently awaiting and answer.

“I will tell you… but perhaps, not here? Like in public and all?”

“We can go to my place. It’s not that far from here,” you suggest.

Twenty minutes later, you find yourself inside your apartment since it’s closer to the park where your paths accidentally crossed. You offer Jisung a glass of water and fill one for yourself too before the two of you plop down on your sofa. He’s never been here before and it shows—like a child, his eyes are roaming all over the walls and furniture inside your living room, truly amazed of how much of a copy of yourself this flat is. It reflects you like a mirror.

But your friend gets dragged out of his focused state, when you speak, “So, whenever you’re ready, yeah?”

He gulps, nervousness striking all over his pretty face.

“I know I shouldn’t feel this way and I am sure this won’t even surprise you… but I like you. More than a friend. And, God, you’re so fucking attractive but also freaking adorable, it messes with my head.”

“Ji–“

“Wait, I’m not done yet,” he interrupts you back. “I know I shouldn’t feel that way, after all Minho and you–“

“We aren’t… dating. If that’s what you think,” you tell him.

For a moment Jisung can see sparkles of hope running in front of his eyes, ready to be caught. Until they vanish away, bringing him back to reality.

“But you like him,” he speaks through gritted teeth.

“I do,” you admit.

His head is hanging low now and so are his shoulders which he shrugs. Jisung’s speaks in a soft voice when he begins again, “I knew it. Well, it was nice–“

“But I like you too, more than a friend, Han Jisung,” you tell him with a wide grin.

He nods, a bright laughter slipping past his lips, “The usage of the government name makes it feel so serious.”

“Because I am,” you emphasise. “I am serious. I’m sorry for all this mess.”

He takes a step towards you, reaching for your hands and suddenly all the anxiety disappears. “No. Don’t apologise. There's no mess if we don’t create one.”

You’ve never expected someone like Jisung who makes jokes throughout the whole day would be so mature about this. You’ve absolutely misjudged him on that matter.

“What do you mean?”

You still want to make sure you’re on the same page and he’s not just saying that as a joke again.

“We can discuss things later with Minho,” he explains. “But can I be selfish for once and kiss you?”

The smile on your face is hard to miss, “What are you waiting for, hm?”

He grins, right before he smashes his lips into yours. And it feels like you’ve just cheated your way into heaven. This is perfect. More than perfect. His mouth feels so smooth against your own, as his tongue carefully asks for entrance when he lets the tip graze over your lower lip. You grant him just that, inviting it in, as a mischievous grin makes it up to your face. He’s so shy, so different from all the teasing it’s adorable.

Soon, you wrap your arms around his neck, before your kisses go on a little journey, hovering over his cheek, his jawline, down to his neck. Jisung lets you do the work, melting under your touch and basically turning into a puddle. His head is thrown back, his hands are gripping your waist.

“If we don’t stop very soon,” he starts then, speaking in between small whimpers, “I don’t think I will be able to hold back, baby.”

You chuckle, “That’s my plan, Ji.”

He lets go of you for a second, his eyes finding your own. “What about Minho?”

“Let’s be selfish for a bit. We will talk to him later, yeah?”

Jisung nods, before his mouth crashes into yours again. You feel hypnosis taking over you, when you guide him towards your bedroom. He kicks the door open with his foot, before you drag him further towards the mattress. A little push is enough to make him land on the bed, so you can crawl on top of him. Usually, in any conversation, Jisung is the one to lead, so you’ve been dying to know if he’d be the same in the bedroom. So far it seems to be quite the opposite and you don’t mind at all.

A second later, your friend feels you on top of him, straddling his lap before your arms seize around his shoulders. Your lips are attached to his neck again, drawing the prettiest pattern he’s ever witnessed that will leave a fond memory of today for everyone to see. You guide them further, while you help him out of his shirt, before they travel more.

You’re scooting down, leaving his thighs and forcing a small whine to spill from Jisung’s lips but he doesn’t complain. Not when you’re already making your way further south, hastily fumbling with his belt before you slide down his jeans. His hardened cock is straining against the material of his boxers, begging to be let free. But to tease him a bit more—he deserves it after all—you start slowly palming him through the fabric, applying only a bit of pressure to drive him even crazier.

“Tell me what you like, Jisung,” you tell him in the softest voice his ears have ever witnessed.

“Anything… just touch me, please.”

You decide to free him from the torture, pulling down his boxers just to realise he’s completely naked now whereas you’re still fully dressed. You make quick work when your hand wraps around his throbbing length. He’s thick, promising to fill you nicely but this has to wait for now. You start pumping him, listening to the sweet little whimpers he lets out as if they’ve just become your favourite melody.

“I wanna make you feel good,” you confess, before you slide down. Jisung parts his legs and you settle right between them, getting into a comfortable position. You’re on your knees for him, your mouth dangerously close to his dick. Then he feels saliva drip onto his tip, before you smear the liquid over his shaft.

“I’ve thought about this moment so many times, fuck–“

His words get cut off, when he feels your warm and wet mouth around him. His brain basically shuts off at this point, as he watches your head move up and down, taking in as much as you can fit. Slurping sounds are echoing through your bedroom, while you start drooling all over his length. The fact you’re moaning while doing all the work doesn’t make things any easier for him—Jisung said goodbye to the last hopeless piece of his sanity a while ago.

You let his dick slip out of your mouth for a moment, just to whisper, “You’re such a good boy, Sungie. You’re so good for me.” He almost cums when he listens to those words but is able to cold back. Just for you to take him into your mouth again, nearly triggering your gag reflex. Your friend feels himself getting closer and closer, knowing he’s practically tasting that sweet relief, but then–

You pull away. And give him the most teasing grin he’s ever seen.

“Fuck, why’d you stop?”

“I’d prefer it, if you came inside of me,” you confess, cocking your head.

Jisung—despite the fact that he’s absolutely down for it—panics in an instant, “I– I don’t have a condom with me, Y/N. I didn’t exactly expect this to happen when I went out to the park for a nice walk and–“

“I’m on the pill. I’m fine without one if you are,” you reassure him.

“Jesus Christ, is it my birthday already? I thought it’s March,” he says, hyperventilating, while he looks at his wrist although he isn’t even wearing a watch that would tell him today's date.

You snicker, “Stop joking around, baby, and fuck me already.”

And for some reason, you can’t even explain it yourself, something shifts in his mood. Something quite dangerous, if you will.

“Ask nicely, angel,” he teases. Of course, he’s back with the teasing. He wouldn’t be Han Jisung after all.

You give him a faux pout, “Would you please fuck me, Jisung, and make me cum on your cock?”

“You’re truly an angel because you can’t be real,” he whispers, before his hands find your waist and he turns your around.

“You sure you don’t want me to… prepare you first?”

His fingers are wandering under your skirt, while you spread your legs for him. Jisung lets his hand wander further, until he’s grazing over your wet underwear.

“No… Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

He nods, before he slides the ruined fabric aside, playing with your clit a little while two of his fingers are circling around your entrance.

Jisung scoots closer and aligns his cock with your hole. He dips the tip inside and when you give him a small nod, he adds some more of his length, taking his time to allow you to get used to the feeling.

He is definitely more on the girthier side, stretching you deliciously open and you wonder what life would have been like if you had allowed him to do all this with your body yesterday.

Or, perhaps, even way before that. Because you can’t deny—as pathetic as it sounds—that some of his flirtatious comments have made you a little wet in the past, especially when you were back home, on a lonely night, your fingers passing your underwear while you touched yourself, thinking of the man who’s currently spreading you open with his length.

“This feels so good, you’re so good at this,” you praise him, arching your back.

“Hmm, who would have thought that you could be a good girl too, huh?”

“Only for you, Jisung,” you admit in between moans, letting your friend rail you into oblivion. The feeling drives you crazy, how he fills and pleases you, especially when two of his fingers reach around you and start rubbing your clit again.

“Well, I sure hope so. You’re such a good slut for me,” he groans through gritted teeth. 

You nearly see stars when you listen to those degrading yet praising words, “Make me cum, Ji.”

“Oh, I absolutely will.” He chuckles, driving you closer to the edge of snapping. “Come on, let go, angel, I’ve got you.”

And you follow suit. You clench around him, as your legs begin to shake and your vision gets filled with sparkles. The sensation takes over you, your whole body and soul while Jisung guides you through it. With how much your walls are tightening around him, his own relief gets triggered too and hot seeds shoot into your cunt, filling you to the brim.

Jisung glides his now softening cock out of you, watching the mixture of cum trickle down your thighs.

“So, how about we take a quick shower and head back to my place? We can discuss everything with Minho there, if you like,” he suggests.

“Sounds good.”

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[A] — THE LIBRARY

Okay. Distracting is always a good method to deal with unwelcome feelings. At least for some time. Sure, it is a bit destructive but for now it just feels like the least bit of a burden.

The library is less cramped than what you’ve expected, giving you a free seat right at the window which you quickly occupy. You put out the stuff you need to do a little repetition session for your economics class, getting ready to drown all your sorrows and worries in the study material.

Until you realise you’ve chosen a chair right across from one of the men you are desperately trying to escape from. Of course. You should have scanned your surroundings, you idiot.

And then he sees you.

“Minho? You’re studying too?” you ask him.

No, I am working on an evil plan to take over the world after you met with my roommate, he sarcastically thinks to himself but doesn’t speak out loud.

“Yeah, I wanted to. But I can’t seem to focus,” he confesses.

His eyes are filled with a bit of pain and your guilty conscience instantly shoots through your body, taking over you. Fuck. You didn’t even do anything with either of them—why is Minho jealous then? Does he perhaps like you more than a friend? Or is it something else? You should stop believing that whenever someone is in a bad mood it’s automatically caused by you.

“Why is that?”

He closes his eyes shut and his jaw clenches. The fact you don’t seen to notice is beyond him. But then again, he hasn’t talked to you about it. He wanted to. But then you disappeared after that massage he gave you and a day later he found you studying with his roommate. Inside Jisung’s bedroom. Doing God knows what.

“Can we go to one of the study rooms?”

Minho doesn’t know where his sudden confidence is coming from but he knows that he might perhaps not get another chance. He has to find out more about what happened between you and his friend. The jealousy is eating him alive from the inside and he hates being like this. He’s in no position to react that way, he’s aware of it, but he can’t think rationally whenever it’s about you.

“Sure.”

The two of you grab all your belongings and store it away inside your bags, before you get up and leave the library. Luckily, one of the study rooms close to where you are is empty and you get inside, throwing down all your stuff.

“So, what is it, Min?”

You’re standing in front of him, your arms crossed in front of your chest. You get the struggle, you really do. But you want to stop worrying too.

“Well, just many thoughts running around in my head,” he says, unable to say more. Minho is unsure if he should just get all those emotions off his chest that have been harassing him for some time now.

“You wanna talk… more?”

You’re already talking after all. 

“I’m not sure if you’re the right person to talk this through,” he adds with an awkward chuckle, scratching his head.

“Why? Aren’t we friends?”

You’re confused now. You’ve always thought you could tell each other everything—even the ugliest and darkest secrets of all time.

Or is this perhaps about you?

“That’s the issue,” he says, his jaw clenching.

“I can’t follow…” you admit, shaking your head. Minho watches how your eyebrows are now scrunched together and he feels awful for having you step in the dark with the vague words that he only manages to let out.

He wishes he had the courage to come clean with you. Tell you about everything and anything. How he can’t stop having you run around in his mind, how the image of your smile is the first thing he sees in front of his eyes when he falls asleep and wakes up, how he can’t stop being near you as if his body is being dragged towards you like some magnet or two atoms that belong together.

What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Well, you reject him and get together with Jisung instead.

But what if you like both him and his roommate? Could his heart handle this? He isn’t so sure of that. His best friend means the world to him so all he wants is for him to be happy—with you or, hell, even with you and Minho. As crazy as it sounds for a cliché scorpio but he’d even share you with him.

However, for now Minho has to be the selfish one first.

“I like you more than just friends,” he finally confesses. “I thought you would have noticed. Especially after last night but I guess I was wr–“

“I like you too.”

You said it. You said it out loud. And it felt good.

“But you like Jisung too, don’t you?”

Minho doesn’t quite know why he needs to ruin that moment. Why does he even care when you reciprocate those feelings? But it’s his heart that is screaming for answers.

“I’m…”

“It’s okay, princess,” he reassures you. “I get it. I would have helped him with studying too.”

He gets a bit closer now, his hand reaching for your own. Intertwined with one another, he starts softly grazing over your fingers with his thumbs, holding you tightly as if you will vanish away if he doesn’t.

“We did actually study, I swear,” you say, your shoulders hanging low.

“I believe you,” Minho replies with a nod, before he scoots nearer and aligns his pretty lips with your ear while his voice turns into a whisper, “it doesn’t matter anyway because after all you’re here with me now, hm?”

You hastily blink, your heart skipping a few beats in the meantime. “You’re right about that, Min. You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about last night.”

A smirk makes it up to his face. “Ah, yeah? That makes two of us then.”

He shifts in his position, his lips now getting closer to your own until there’s only a centimetre of air lingering between the two of you for separation. It’s now or never, he knows that. You know that. A moment you’ve been waiting for for quite too long.

“Kiss me, Min,” you encourage him.

And his mouth smashes into yours, sealing your lips in the most passionate kiss they have ever received until this day. Your hands make it up to his neck when you throw your arms around him, as your fingers start playing with his hair.

Grunt and moans get forced out of his mouth while whimpers slip out of yours. You’ve never witnessed so many emotions spilling out of him at once but you guess that’s just the effect you have on him.

His tongue gets welcomed into your mouth, immediately finding your own and of course Minho has to fight for dominance. He wraps his arms around your body, the palms of his hands attached to your waist like glue, as if he is once again afraid of losing you.

Kissing him feels so good. It just feels right. As if your lips have been made to be pressed against his own. And then he pulls you even closer to him with so little strength needed, almost making you trip over your own feet but you guess it’s just your heart skipping another beat.

“Fuck– we should go home…” he whispers in between kisses but all signs indicate that he wants to stay here, take you right here in this room. At least that’s what you believe when he turns you around and hovers you on top of the table.

“Or we could… just finish what we started last night here and then go to your place, hm?”

The smirk on his face is even brighter than all the ones you’ve ever witnessed before. You’re also glad about the fact now that you’ve got this study room for you without any access for nosy eyes and a door that’s securely locked.

Minho positions himself right between your legs, his hands wandering down to your thighs now, massaging the soft flesh. He is a professional in your eyes after all. His mouth stays attached to yours since he’s unable to stop kissing you at this point.

Your fingers fly to his shirt, opening one button after another and he lets you. There’s nothing better in this world than having your hands all over him, that he is sure of.

“Touch me, Min,” you encourage him and he nods.

He separates his lips for a second from yours, only a string of saliva connecting the two of you now, before his hands slip past your skirt—that’s been driving him mad for weeks now whenever you wore that specific skimpy one to your study dates—and they start wandering upwards. You part your legs for him, giving him better access and within a few seconds, his fingertips are softly but yet so hungrily grazing over your damp panties.

He pushes the laces aside, not bothering to take them off. Minho has waited long enough and judging from all those little pleas that spill from your lips and the fucked out face that you already have, he doesn’t want to waist even another minute.

“N-Need more,” you admit.

Two of his fingers spread your pussy lips apart, before he dips them into your hole. You hiss at the sudden stretch but tell him to keep going. Minho starts thrusting his digits in and out of you, while his thumb starts playing with your clit.

He fills you so nicely, scissoring you open and preparing you for what you can’t wait for any longer. This is the moment you’ve dreamt about for weeks—if not more—and none of your delusional imaginations come even remotely close to the real deal.

Minho keeps pushing his fingers into you, even adding a third one while his lips stay on yours, another heated make out session following. He drives you closer to the verge of snapping, of tasting pure ecstasy. Closer and closer. And even closer.

Until he suddenly drags them out of you again.

“What… what was… Minho, why?”

“When you cum, you cum around my cock, princess.” His hands wander down to his jeans, as he starts fumbling with his belt. “I’m the one making the rules, baby.”

All you do is nod, truly hypnotised by his words when you watch his pants drop down to his ankles, pooling around them. Out of reflex, your hand reaches for his bulge, palming his now hardening cock through the fabric of his underwear.

“Get them off, Min,” you beg, tugging at the hem of his boxers.

He grins, “Hm, right here? You want me to fuck you right here while people on the other side of the walls are studying?”

“I… I can’t wait,” you confess.

“Let me grab a condom from my bag–“

You interrupt him, “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”

He gives you a smile, absolutely grateful for the trust you have for him. The remaining piece of clothing falls to the ground too, your lips parting when you look at his now revealed cock. He’s pretty, a bit bigger than average but the perfect length for you. You watch Minho stroke himself, as he positions the tip right at your entrance.

“Then be a good girl, baby, and hold on tight,” is all he says before he slides right in.

You’re glad now that he’s prepared you so well, although your walls still tighten around him immediately. Once you give him a sign, Minho starts moving in and out of you at a rather slow pace.

“Fuck… you’re so fucking good at this, baby,” you praise him when he gets a bit quicker, pounding into your wet hole. Minho hopes you don’t notice how flustered he becomes when hearing the name you call him for the first time. He adores this way too much. Real-life-Y/N seems to be very similar to his dream-Y/N. She’s just simply better.

“And you’re taking me so well, Y/N,” he grunts, changing the angle a little so that he’s now hitting that certain sweet spot inside of you.

“Right there, Min, yes, right there,” you let out, not quite realising how loud you’re getting. Minho uses this as another excuse to kiss you again, drowning out your noises, while his thumb starts rubbing your clit again.

“‘M close,” you mumble against his mouth and he keeps going, thrusting into you with no mercy, until you fall apart. A soundless giggle makes it out of you, when you come undone, creaming all over his cock.

It only takes a few seconds for him to taste that sweet relief too, especially when you keep clenching around his length like this. Minho pulls out and hot spurts of cum splash all over your naked thighs, creating the prettiest painting on your skin.

When the two of you come back to reality again, he tugs his softening cock back into his boxers and pulls his pants up again. Minho brings some tissues from his bag and cleans you, while your face gets plastered with sweet little kisses.

“How about we go home now, hm? Talk some more? Perhaps with Jisung involved?”

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“I’m drowning in the night.” — Option B2.2: Moonstone

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

You’ve been wearing the orange moonstone around your neck for a week straight now, your subconsciousness knowing quite well who it reminds you of. When you were still working at your old company, Jeongin used to have one of them on his desk, for some spiritual meaning. You haven’t stopped thinking about him since then—no, screw that, you haven’t stopped thinking about him since you for whatever reason voted him out of the show.

You dearly regret it now, you’ve thought about messaging him these past seven days but, first, you’re a coward, second, you’d feel bad for reaching out after getting rid of him in Red Lights.

In order to distract yourself a little from all the mess—mainly consisting of the troubles of finding a good lawyer to sue Han Productions—you dress up a bit, wanting to head to a pub later. Hopefully, you’ll manage to get your mind off of all things disturbing you.

Once you’re ready, you step out of your room and enter the hallway of your shared apartment. Your roommate spots you, taking a look at your outfit. 

“Are you going out?”

Things between you and Hyunjin are still tense but he tries his best to make up for the things he did.

You nod, “Yeah, I won’t be out for too long.”

“Have fun and take care,” your roommate tells you with a soft smile.

A little while later, you find yourself inside a new pub that just opened. You put your coat away, until you take one of the few empty seats right at the bar, sinking down on the soft cushion. It’s pretty dark but cosy inside, the huge ceiling light looks a bit like the moon at night. Out of reflex, you grab your necklace, placing the gemstone between two of your fingers.

“Is that an orange moonstone?” a very familiar voice asks you.

Great. It isn’t enough that you’re constantly thinking about Jeongin, now he’s already appearing in your mind, tricking you to believe he’s actually here.

“Earth to Y/N,” he says again.

That’s enough. You sigh, before you bring your gaze up to the source of the voice.

And there he is. Yang Jeongin. He’s wearing a black leather jacket, he bleached a few strands of his hair and has a lip piercing now. He looks a little different, although you can’t deny that he’s even hotter than before now.

“Innie, hi… new style? I like it,” you say.

He chuckles, “Yeah, wanted to try something new. You look pretty too, especially with the moonstone around your neck.”

You’d look even prettier if I exchanged the jewellery with my fingers, he wants to speak out loud but decides against doing so.

“Thank you,” you shyly reply, before trying to get the attention of the bartender.

“Nah, let me get that,” Jeongin says, before he speaks to the employee. “Could we have two more somaeks?”

When the beverages arrive, Jeongin pays for the drinks and hands you one of the glasses. They clink together, before you guide yours to your mouth and take a generous sip.

“How have you been? Who did you choose in the end?” Jeongin breaks the ice then, finally.

“Good, good. I didn’t choose anyone. I quit during the finale.”

His eyes widen, “How come?”

“It… just got a lot, how fucked up the show is and all. I didn’t want to give them a happy ending, you know? And despite that… I felt like I voted out the man I actually wanted to be with, so…”

Jeongin clicks his tongue, knowing exactly what you’re trying to say, “Hm, I see. You’re only realising now, huh?”

“No… I’ve known all along. I was too much of a coward, I guess,” you admit.

“So, what do you want from me?”

“Maybe… go on dates together, make out, have sex. Possibly in that order, you know, to not rush things and all that,” you explain.

“Hm, I told you I’m a gentleman, right?”

You clearly remember when he said that, half-jokingly, after being knuckles deep inside your cunt.

“Y-Yeah, I know,” you shyly reply.

“Alright, let’s give it a try then.”

You get into a deep conversation a little after, forgetting about time. You’ve switched to alcohol-free drinks some hours ago, just enjoying being together again. You have a lot to catch up on. At some point it turns a little more flirty and steamy. Jeongin has gotten a lot closer, one of his hands placed on your thigh, wandering upwards, dangerously close to the hem of your dress.

“Regarding your offer,” Jeongin suddenly starts, a smirk decorating his pretty face.

“Yeah, Innie?”

The cute nickname has always gotten the best of him—the same is happening now, he feels his heart skip a beat at the sound of it.

“How about you take me out on that date tomorrow and until then, we skip all the other parts and do what we wanted to do since we spotted each other here?”

You know exactly what he’s referring to, his gaze has been drifting to your mouth for what feels like half an hour now.

“Good idea, Innie.”

You’re the one to crash your lips into his, as he immediately gives in. He scoots even closer, not caring at all that you’re in a public place—after all, this has never stopped but rather encouraged the two of you. His tongue enters your mouth, dancing together with your own, as he slips his hand under your skirt. Jeongin is careful and painfully slow with his movements, mostly just to tease you. After all, you deserve that a little.

He disconnects his lips from yours, all suddenly, earning a whine from you, “You know… when we were on that golfing date, I promised to finish what I started.”

“How about we find a more quiet place then, hm?”

A few minutes later, you’re inside the spacious bathroom of the pub, sitting on top of the counter. Jeongin is standing right between your legs, eagerly kissing you as if he needs you to breathe, as if you’re his oxygen.

You’re parting his thighs further, when his hand wanders underneath. Your former colleague brushes over your panties with his fingertips, realising you’re already absolutely drenched—only because of him. On top of that, the sweet little moans spilling from your mouth prove your eagerness just as much.

That’s why he decides to slide down your ruined underwear, stuffing it into the backpocket of his jeans. You stare at him, waiting impatiently, as he fumbles with his belt. Jeongin pulls down his pants and boxers at once, freeing his erection.

“Innie… I need you raw, please,” you whimper, when he gets closer to you.

“You sure about that, babe?”

You nod, “I’m on the pill.”

Jeongin teases your clit with the tip of his cock, smearing his own and your precum all over it.

“Please, fuck me,” you tell him while your big eyes are still looking at him, unable to wait any longer.

“Nothing I’d love to do more than that,” he chuckles, before he pushes his length inside.

He takes his time with you, letting you get adjusted to his size and used to the feeling. Jeongin would have loved to eat you out, prepare you a little more for him, but with how eager you begged him to fuck you, he decided to do this next time or just after this round.

“This time, scream as loud as you can… I want everyone inside the pub to know that you belong to me, yeah?”

He opts for a steady pace at the beginning, keeping you close when he holds your hips with one hand, his other one getting placed on the surface of the counter. Moans spill from your lips, when he continues pounding into you, your wet warm walls sucking his cock into you, as if this is meant to be.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” he lets out, changing the angle a little.

“And you feel so good inside me, Innie,” you reply, before reaching for his hand.

You bring two of his fingers to your clit, letting him play with you.

“Shit– I’m fucking close,” you whimper, letting your head fall back in pleasure.

“Yeah, baby? Then go on, how about you be good for me and cum all over my cock, huh?”

You do exactly as you’re told, as if Jeongin just flipped a switch on you, when you cream all over his dick. Your legs start shaking and your walls are tightening even more around him. At the last second, you slide your dress up further, while Jeongin pulls out of you and shoots his seeds all over your lower stomach and pussy.

He’s fast to grab some paper towels in order to get the both of you cleaned. After adjusting your hair and outfit, you turn around to him again.

Jeongin puts a gentle kiss to your lips, “Let me bring you home, yeah? It’s already quite dark and late.”

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“I can see the sun light up the sky.” — Option B2.1: Yellow Topaz

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

It’s been about a week since Red Lights ended. You haven’t done much since then except for contacting a bunch of law firms and wearing the yellow topaz necklace you bought. You’ve done your best to not spend too much time with anyone from the show—which worked semi-good for Hyunjin and you.

However, there is someone that hasn’t left your mind since then. Maybe, he even was one of the reasons why you quit in the first place. Both because he encouraged you to search for a lawyer but also because you realised you should have given him more chances.

Unfortunately, you don’t have any of Felix’s contact details. The only person you could ask is Jisung but this would be weird on so many levels, right?

So, as pathetic as you are, you created an account again on that stupid dating website, hoping to find the boy with the freckles there.

On the first day, you get bombarded with dick pics from disgusting guys. On the second day, you are close to giving up. But on the third day, you finally see Felix’s profile. You check approximately two hundred times that you swipe to the right direction, now patiently waiting for him to match and message you.

Some hours pass by, you’re already becoming hopeless, until you receive a text from Mr sunshine personified.

[Felix 17:29]: lol what are you doin here?

You get that he must be surprised to see you here. However, this doesn’t hold you back from replying.

[You 17:31]: looking for you perhaps

You wish you could see his face right now, although you probably wouldn’t get anything but a scoff from him in this situation.

[Felix 17:32]: stop messing with me

[You 17:33]: I am not. I’m just a coward who didn’t know how to approach you instead and it was a little too embarrassing to ask Jisung for your number

You’re getting a little nervous, wondering if it’s weird to text him like this—or at all. It definitely is. But you wanted to be bold this time.

[Felix 17:33]: did he tell you about him and I?

[You 17:33]: Yeah but no issue with that sunshine

[You 17:34]: so can I take you on a date?

He blushes once when reading the nickname. He blushes again when he sees the second message.

[Felix 17:36]: what about the winner of red lights? did you break up?

You start typing, contemplating how to explain the circumstances to him.

[You 17:37]: there was no winner, i quit the show. mostly because of you.

Felix’s eyes widen, even though you can’t see him right now. He wonders if you're hinting at what he said about suing Han Productions or if this is about him and you.

[Felix 17:39]: ?????

[Felix 17:40]: WHAT

You chuckle, finding him once again so adorable.

[You 17:41]: yeah so will you let me pick you up and take you on a date?

Felix stumbles out of his bed, sprinting to his wardrobe.

[Felix 17:42]: I’m already getting ready, ma’am

💻

You take Felix out for dinner, although he emphasises that he will insist on paying right after greeting you. Despite you throwing him out the show, it doesn’t feel awkward in the slightest. You don't know each other that well but have always shared that intense connection with one another.

“The food is great,” Felix says and you agree. You spend a few hours inside the restaurant, enjoying a five course meal. Talking to him feels natural, too. For the time being with him you forget about being an introvert. He makes jokes, asks you deep questions, tells you a lot about his childhood and family.

Once he paid for both of you—despite your protest since you were the one to ask him out—you decide to take a walk through Yeouido Hangang Park, looking at the beautiful view of the night sky. You can even see a few stars up there and you soon realise how much they remind you of Felix’s freckles.

His fingers are intertwined with yours, as you keep wandering around with him, catching a glimpse of the river at night.

“So, you really left the show to pick me in the end, huh?” Felix teases you.

You squeeze his hand tighter, “Yeah, sorry for the inconvenience. I had wished the show would have given us more moments together. Then the decision would have been easier although I’ve secretly known all along.”

He agrees with you. Felix is so happy that you reached out to him. His heart broke when you voted him out of Red Lights before even getting enough time together with you. But this doesn’t matter anymore. You’re here with him now. Ready to fall in love, ready to see where things lead to.

“Maybe that’s a sign that we shouldn’t rush things… I’d love to take you out again, spend more time with you,” Felix tells you with a soft smile.

“Me, too. Absolutely. But we can take things slowly, for sure,” you say.

“Yeah of course, we will take things slowly, yeah.”

Half an hour later you find yourself inside Felix’s bedroom, ripping layer after layer of his clothings off his body. He sinks down on his bed, as you start straddling his thighs, just like you did that night in February. It arouses you even more when you think of the fact that the man underneath you is by now bare naked, while you’re still fully clothed.

You dive in for a kiss, feeling his lips pressed against yours. Felix lets out a whimper, before he slips his tongue inside, exploring your mouth. You start with small movements, your covered crotch rubbing against his hardening dick. You feel yourself getter wetter, your own juices soaking through the underwear as well as Felix’s precum drenching the fabric, too.

“Fuck taking things slowly– I can’t get enough of you.”

Felix grunts, when you drop to your knees, now on the bedroom floor, as you look up at him. The palm of his hand finds your head, playing a little with your hair.

“Let me make you feel good, sunshine,” you say, before circling your hand around the base of his cock that is already rock hard, just for you. Giving him a few strokes, you make sure to keep your gaze fixated on his, watching him lose the last piece of his sanity thanks to you.

A string of saliva lands on his dick, before you bring your tongue into play, smearing it over his tip and shaft. You guide your head down next, starting to bob up and down, when you take him all in. He feels so good inside your warm mouth. Felix lets out moan after moan, when he’s inside of you and you're glad to listen to the sweet melody.

“You’re such a good boy, Lix,” you whisper, when you let go of him for a few seconds.

You get back to business, his hand still guiding you the way he enjoys. Feeling him twitching, you continue your movements, until you sense him reach his high. You encourage Felix by looking up at him, nodding, and squeezing his thigh a little.

Hot white ropes of cum hit your throat, as your mouth milks him empty, squeezes even the last drop out of him. You let go of his cock, once he’s come down again. Felix helps you up, before he passionately kisses you. The next thing you feel is your dress getting pulled over your head, leaving you in your lingerie.

All of a sudden, he grabs you by the waist and your back hits the mattress. Felix is hovering above you, aligning his mouth with your ear, as you hear him whisper, “How about we see how much of a good girl you can be, hm?”

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“I’m running out of time.” — Option B1.2: Ruby

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

“Can I buy this one, Lia?” you ask the cashier, when handing her the ruby necklace, before you reach for your wallet.

“Of course, dear,” your friend answers. “How come… you’re dressed like this?” Her words are hesitant, trying not to offend you in any way.

“Oh, yeah, uhm… long story. We should catch up soon, I’ll text you, yeah?”

“Sure. Red has always been your colour, by the way. I would show you the matching earrings for this necklace but unfortunately they’re sold out,” she lets you know.

“No, issue, Lia. Let me know once you have them again.”

Lia smiles, trying to hold back a giggle, knowing exactly who bought them and for who they bought them, “I’ll let you know. And text me, yeah?”

You wave her goodbye, before you leave the store and finally head home. When you get inside the apartment building, your suitcase is right in front of your door, since Ryujin probably placed it there. You carry it inside, bringing it to your room. Taking a look at your nightstand table, finding a velvety box, similar to the ones at the set of Red Lights.

Just when you’re about to get closer, your door creaks open, revealing your roommate behind it.

“Y/N? You’re already back?” he questions, his voice small and his eyes red from all the tears. You contemplate asking him why he’s been crying but decide against it. You already have your suspicions that it’s because of you.

“Yeah… uhm, Hyun, what is this? Who put this there?” you ask, pointing at the box.

“I… I placed it here as a present when you went on that family trip. I wanted to confess to you after it. I… I forgot to take it away again… I– I’m sorry for making this awkward, now that you’re taken and all,” he cringes.

“Oh, so it’s a gift for me?”

Obviously it’s for you, Y/N, it’s inside your room, after all.

“Do you still want to have a look at what it is? Y-You don’t have to, Y/N. I know I fucked up. More than once,” Hyunjin says, his voice filled with anxiety.

“Sure, I will look at it,” you say before taking the box in your hands. You carefully open it, getting surprised with a pair of red earrings—matching the necklace you bought earlier.

“Wow… they’re my favourite colour,” you let out.

“Yeah. These are ruby gemstones. It stands for love and passion, the person at the store said.”

“I know,” you giggle. “Good thing I am not taken, right?”

“W-What?”

Hyunjin looks at you dumbfounded.

“I’m already back again because I quit. During the finale,” you confess now.

“But… why?”

“Mostly, because of the show itself. But also because it seemed weird to finish it if you weren’t there,” you tease him.

“But you threw me out of the show,” Hyunjin reminds you.

“I know. People make mistakes, I guess.” You shrug your shoulders. “Why didn’t you confess to me earlier, Hyun? Why did you pull all that toxic shit?”

You think he deserves getting these things thrown at him. Although you talked about Halloween night, you’re still hurt about what he said behind your back when he was so wasted.

Hyunjin takes a deep breath, ready to be completely honest with you now, “Because I’m fucking insecure and know that I will never in this life be good enough for you on any level.”

His voice is shaking, his heart has never beaten that fast before.

“I don’t care. At the end of the day, I still want you and this makes you more than just good enough for me,” you reply.

He shakes his head no, guilty conscience getting the best of him, “Y/N… we can’t be together, not after all this…”

“After what?”

“After everything I’ve done,” he says. “Not telling you about Minho being here. Halloween night. Just all that.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Of course I do,” his sniffles fill the room, when the tears take over him again. “How can I make up for this?”

“Take me on a date,” you say.

That’s the last thing he’s expected you to say. After all, Hyunjin thought you wouldn’t even be friends anymore after the show.

“What?”

He stares at you in disbelief, thinking you’re just playing with him and he wouldn’t even be mad at you.

“You heard me. Take me on a date. Show me that you’re serious about us. That you’re not a coward,” you explain, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“S-Sure, just let me get changed into different clothes and you– wait, why are you wearing a wedding dress?”

“Still from the show,” you tell him, already grabbing out fresh clothes from your wardrobe.

“Is half an hour enough for you?”

You nod, before you disappear inside the bathroom.

💻

The autumn breeze feels fresh on your skin, when you’re on your way to your shared apartment. You carefully carry the pizza boxes under your arm and the two soju bottles inside your hand. Once you’re at the entrance door, you realise you forgot your keys, deciding to ring the bell in hopes your boyfriend is already at home.

He lets you inside, reaching for all the things you brought with you.

“I’ve already prepared the table, baby,” he says, when he takes your hand and guides you to the living room where the huge dining table is located. There are candles spread out on the wooden surface, shrouding your apartment in a warm shade.

“Happy six months anniversary, Hyunjin,” you tell him, when you’re finally seated at the table, ready to eat dinner and have a drink. Once you’ve finished your meal, your boyfriend takes care of cleaning the dishes, while you make yourself comfortable on the couch, searching for a film that will end up playing in the background very soon.

Truth be told, half an hour later, you find yourself lying on the couch, as Hyunjin is hovering above you, placing sweet little kisses on your skin. Your shirt landed somewhere on the floor some minutes ago, exposing your bare body to him. Hyunjin looks at you for a moment, knowing that no artwork he’s ever created will come even remotely close to your beauty. He sighs, letting out a ‘wow’ before he helps you out of your baggy pants.

The ruby earrings and necklace look stunning on you, just like they did nine months ago when you wore them for the first time. Hyunjin is so lucky that you gave him another chance and during those nine months of getting closer—including half a year of being official—he’s done more than his best. He’s the one for you, you would have realised earlier if he had the guts to show you properly.

But this doesn’t matter to you anymore. He made up for it, has treated you like his queen since then, still a little nervous about everything since you are his first actual girlfriend.

You’ve parted your legs for him now, as Hyunjin already dives in, getting a taste of your delicious scents. His tongue expertly grinds over your clit, as two of his fingers work you open.

“Yeah, just like that, pretty, you’re such a fucking good girl for me, hm?”

Despite being together for so long now, your boyfriend still takes his time to stretch you, get you ready for his big cock.

“Shit, I can’t believe you’re mine… this pretty pussy is all mine, yeah?”

Faster than you’re able to grasp it, he’s scissoring you open, his digits hitting that spot inside of you, while his mouth stays attached to your pussy. 

“Baby, please, right there,” you blurt out, your hands playing with his hair, guiding him just how you like, as you tuck the strands from time to time.

“You taste so fucking good,” he hums against your wetness, as slurping sounds fill the whole apartment.

A little later, you trip over the edge, when you cum over his fingers and tongue. Your boyfriend helps you ride out your high, listening to your sweet little whimpers, before he licks away your juices. Hyunjin slips his fingers into his mouth next, unable to withstand getting a taste of you, while a whimper spills from his lips.

When you see the tent inside his sweatpants, precum already leaking through the grey fabric, you automatically reach for his covered dick. You start palming him through the material, feeling him grow harder. But Hyunjin has other plans. Tonight, he doesn’t need anything from you. You’re the centre of his attention.

“No, tonight is only about you, pretty. Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

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"You can turn me on with just a touch." — Option B1.3: Obsidian

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

Reaching for the obsidian, you take a closer look at the deep black colour—utmost darkness that reflects the lights inside the store. You get lost in the sight of it. Heading towards the cash desk, you place the jewellery on top of the surface.

“Good choice,” Lia says, when she puts the necklace into a small paper bag to protect it.

“It’s really pretty,” you reply, while fishing out your wallet and paying for the gemstone. The store owner ignores what she assumes to be a wedding dress, keeping a soft smile on her face.

“Have fun with that one,” Lia adds, before the two of you say your goodbyes and you leave your favourite shop again. You decide to have a quick stop at some fashion store that sells cheap gym wear. Once you’ve got everything you need, you take the underground, waiting for your station of destination.

You know where you’ll find him. Despite still wearing a stupid wedding dress, you enter the gym that you know he still goes to. He used to spend hours on end here when his best friend and you were still a couple. You head towards the dressing room, changing into your athletic outfit and putting your hair into some comfortable style, so it doesn’t disturb you.

Going back into the main room of the gym, you notice the man you’ve been looking for, currently waiting for his turn for bench pressing. He’s deep in his thoughts—until he spots you.

“Y/N,” he says, walking towards you.

“Binnie, hey,” you greet him.

“Are you… back already? Weren’t you supposed to get back to Seoul tomorrow?”

He looks a little startled, seeing you here was the least he expected.

“I quit the show during the finale,” you admit.

Changbin’s eyes widen, “Oh… how come?”

“I didn’t see any use in finishing it if I made the mistake to make the right guy leave,” you confess.

“What do you mean?”

You tilt your head, getting a little closer to him.

“Someone once told me that if I find the right guy, I shouldn’t let him go.”

His mouth falls agape, as he tries to process the words that have just made it past your lips.

“Do you… do you mean…”

“You’ve been the right guy all along, Binnie,” you giggle.

“Wait– God– I–“

Nervousness spreads over your face, “I mean, as long as you still want me.”

“Yeah, fuck, absolutely! Of course.” He starts laughing along then, not quite grasping his luck yet. “How about we get dinner together?”

“Sounds good.”

💻

Changbin picks you up at your place an hour later, giving you the opportunity to change into some clothes that fit for the event. Fortunately, you didn’t run into Hyunjin when you were home for half an hour.

You get inside his car, before Changbin starts driving, bringing the two of you to one of your favourite restaurants. You’re baffled about the fact that he remembered this—you only mentioned it once in some random conversation years ago. But Changbin has wanted to go there with you since then.

The food is immaculate, it always is here. You spend hours talking, truly catching up on everything. Throughout the whole night—it really is pretty late already—he can’t keep his eyes off you. Not when you’re wearing this beautiful black dress, similar to the one he would have chosen for you if he made it to the finale, matching with the stunning jewellery around your neck.

Changbin pays for the food a little later, helping you into your coat before he holds the door open for you. You reach for his hand, fingers getting intertwined, as you walk back towards his car. Since you were the last guests here, no one else is at the parking lot anymore.

Just when he is about to open the car for you, you’re already standing next to him, giving him a soft smile.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Thank you for this evening,” you say.

He turns around, totally forgetting about what he wanted to do, getting near you. Changbin grabs your face, closing the distance between you, when he places a gentle kiss on your lips. You stay like this for a while, before the movements change, increasing in heat and passion. A small whimper makes it past your lips, when he’s kissing you like this. It feels as if you’re floating over the stars that are decorating the night sky right now.

His tongue slips in, pushing away all the thoughts of how complicated this thing between you might get. He’s never cared about it before, he’s always wanted you, so Changbin would be stupid to not give in when you seem to finally feel the same for him.

Grunts are slipping out of his mouth, when he pulls you closer by the waist. You swear he’s gotten even more buff than he used to be a year ago. When you saw him in a tank top at the gym earlier, you feared you were gonna faint at the sight.

“Binnie,” you whisper in between kisses.

“Yeah?”

You look at him with hopeful eyes, “Backseat?”

Unable to form a whole sentence, your plea is quiet but absolutely eager. Changbin smirks, despite the second guesses that are still plaguing him.

“Are you sure? What happens after that?”

“We’re gonna find a solution to be together… I just need you close right now… we can discuss everything else later, yeah?”

“Alright, angel,” is all he says before he opens the door for the both of you. He gets inside first, pulling you into his lap right after it. It’s a full deja-vu again, but without Minho and his manipulative games this time. You’re only Changbin’s right now and hopefully forever.

You’re kissing him again—so passionately, as if he’s your oxygen. His hands are on your hips, keeping you stabilised once you start grinding over his crotch. You’re both so desperate and eager for one another, you can tell by the grunts and whimpers that fill Changbin’s car.

Bringing your hand down to his covered bulge, you start palming him through his pants, gaining a little moan from him. You keep stroking him, as your mouth stays attached to his.

“Can I take these off?” you softly ask between kisses, catching your lower lip between your teeth.

“Please, angel,” he says with a nod.

You start fumbling with his belt then, opening it, before you slide down his pants and underwear at once. You’re impatient and so is he—the heavy pants echoing through the vehicle tell you the exact same.

Changbin is busy pulling your dress upwards, revealing your thighs and panties to him. He sneaks one hand right between your legs, brushing over your pussy. When his fingertips collide with your laces, he feels how drenched you are for him. The mischievous smirk is decorating his pretty face, letting heat creep up to your own.

“Binnie… I need you inside of me,” you tell him.

He hastily nods, before a realisation kicks in, “Fuck– the condoms are in the glove compartment. But I can get up and–“

“I’m fine without one. I’m on birth control,” you interrupt him.

“Okay, angel, that’s more than fine for me, too,” Changbin says.

You pull your panties to the side, before you slide down on his cock. The stretch stings a little in the beginning but Changbin’s reassuring words help you to get used to the sensation. Once the feeling turns into pleasure, you start working yourself up and down on his cock, making the both of you feel good.

The windows inside his car become foggy quite soon, while you turn him—and yourself—into a moaning mess underneath you. You catch his lips in a heated kiss, as you keep bouncing on his dick, driving the two of you closer to your highs. Changbin’s hand wanders to where your bodies meet, when he finds your clit with two of his fingers, drawing circles around it.

The pleasure increases, you’re sure it won’t take the both of you that long until you reach your orgasms. And when Changbin grabs you by the chin, bringing your face closer to his own to kiss you again, you trip over the edge, letting the feeling fully take over you. Ecstasy takes over your body, when you keep riding him.

“You’re so good for me, angel,” Changbin whispers.

Your movements don’t stop, when your pussy walls clench around him. You beg him to not pull out and he does exactly that, when he cums deep inside of you, his juices seeping into your cunt, mixing together with your own liquids.

The two of you stay in this position, once Changbin comes down from his high. You start lazily making out with him, giggling in between kisses.

“Please get up, angel, so I can get the both of us cleaned, hm?”

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“I can’t sleep until I feel your touch.” — Option B1.1: Amethyst

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

As soon as you take another glimpse at the amethyst necklace again, you get thrown back to last afternoon. The purple dress. How he told you about his feelings. The kiss the two of you shared. Nothing comes close to that moment you had together. Fuck. You could have and should have realised so much sooner.

He was the first one you chose on this show, so he for sure will be your choice in the end, too. You head towards the cash desk, bringing the amethyst jewellery with you.

“This one, please,” you tell Lia while reaching for your wallet.

“The colour suits you,” she compliments you, while letting you pay and carefully putting the necklace into a small paper bag.

“Chan said the same,” you say, not really thinking about it.

Lia chuckles, “Are you guys finally a couple?”

“W-What?”

She rolls her eyes, finding it adorable that you don’t quite catch what she means, “Come on, when you entered the store with that bridal attire I thought you were running away from a spontaneous wedding into the arms of Chan. You’ve always had this certain chemistry that you usually only see in movies.”

Is this a sign? This is for sure a sign, right?

You grab the paper bag and put your wallet back into your purse.

“You’re right. I have to go, thank you, Lia.”

Rushing out the store, you almost stumble over your own feet and the ridiculously long white dress.

“Uhm, yeah sure, have a nice day!”

Half an hour later, you find yourself at the company Chan works at, knowing he will be there. Your expectations turn out to be true, when one of the assistants allows you entrance. Opening the door to his studio, you see him inside of it, big headphones covering his ears.

Still, he notices your presence, as he lays them aside, “Y/N… is everything alright? Why are you here?”

“You’re gonna be a lucky husband one day, Chan,” you boldy announce.

He looks at you confused, “What do you mean?”

“As long as you make me your wife, of course,” you add, shrugging your shoulders.

Chan gets up from his seat, shaking his head in disbelief. Long strides bring him closer to you. He’s a little puzzled why you’re in a wedding dress but he guesses it must be because of the show. Shit—did you really come to the studio right after quitting? You didn’t stay there till the end, right? It’s way too early for that. You were supposed to come back to Seoul tomorrow.

“Are you playing with me?” he asks, blinking twice.

“I would never, baby,” you reply, tilting your head.

His mouth falls agape, “Fuck… How… Why?”

“I made the wrong decision,” you admit. “I shouldn’t have let you go. No, screw that—I shouldn’t have said some shit like ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’ when our moment hasn’t left my heart since then.”

A bright smile appears on his face, when he listens to your words, simultaneously pulling you closer as he grabs you by the hips.

“We’re idiots, aren’t we?”

“Absolute idiots,” you giggle. Your eyes flicker down to his lips and his gaze does the same with yours. “Just kiss me, Christopher.”

His mouth crashes into your own then, when he starts kissing you. A thousand fireworks are shooting through your veins, when he’s with you like this. You wonder if you would have made different decisions if you allowed him to kiss you that night in Vegas, but this doesn’t matter now anymore. All that counts is that you’re together with him.

“It’s always been you, baby, all this time,” Chan says in between kisses. He guides you towards the sofa inside his studio, before he sinks down and pulls you with him. You land on his lap, your lips staying connected with his throughout all time.

“It’s always been you, too, even before that night,” you confess.

“If that stupid red car appeared at the first try, you’d already be my spouse, hm?”

You keep kissing him, when he has you in his hold like that. It feels good to be with him. It feels as if it’s meant to be, after all.

“We’ve got all time now, baby,” you reassure him.

Chan adores it when you use that pet name for him—it makes his heart melt and his knees all wobbly. Although, you manage to have that effect on him at all times, really.

He suddenly changes the course, when he picks you up by the hips and lays you onto the couch. Now hovering above you, his lips travel further down. The irony that you’re wearing what looks like a fucking wedding dress, is insane. When Chan pulls the fabric over your head, revealing the red lingerie underneath, another thing gets spotted by his eyes.

“Is that an amethyst?” he asks.

You giggle, placing the gemstone between two of your fingers, “Hm, same colour as the dress you chose for me.”

“You’re insane,” he lets out, once again in disbelief. This all feels like a dream except for the fact that it isn’t. It’s all real.

“Insane for you, yes,” you chuckle.

Chan helps you out of your bra next, before he hovers his black sweater over his head. The contrast is almost hilarious—the elegant white dress that’s by now discarded somewhere on the floor and his simple but comfy clothes on top of it. 

His kisses enlighten on your skin again and he wanders further south, brushing over your breasts, taking one of your sensitive buds into his mouth, while the other one is pinched between his fingers.

“Let me get a taste of you, yeah? How’s that sound, babygirl?” he asks.

“Fucking perfect,” you reply, parting your legs for him.

“Make yourself comfortable, hm?”

You nod, as you allow him to take your panties off of you. A whiff of your scents enters his nostrils and he feels himself drooling at the thought of finally having you under him like this. Oh, how much he wanted to eat you out that night. Do even more. And start right again when the two of you woke up the next day.

His fingers spread your pussy lips apart, giving his tongue better access to your clit. A string of saliva hits you, although this isn’t even necessary—you’re already drenched for him, absolutely soaking wet because he’s so close to you.

The kitten licks soon turn into Chan making out with your pussy, as two of his fingers gently push into your hole, all effortlessly. He stretches you out perfectly, scissoring you open. Shit—you’re not gonna last long, that’s for sure. You should have done this back then, should have waited for another stupid red car to drive around the corner and then spread your legs for your best friend in that hotel in Vegas.

When Chan curls his fingers unexpectedly, you already envision yourself seeing stars very soon and when a few more encouraging words leave his lips, you cum all over him, coating his fingers and tongue in your juices. Your best friend helps you through your high, before he takes his time to lick both your pussy and his fingers clean.

“That was… unbelievable,” you say in between heavy breaths, trying to calm down a little.

A gentle kiss gets placed on top of your forehead, before you watch Chan walk towards his backpack that’s at the other side of his room.

“What are you doing?” you ask, balancing yourself on your elbows.

“Grabbing a condom,” he lets you know.

You gulp, “Uhm… you know, we don’t have to use one. I’m on the pill.”

Chan knows you’re on birth control. He’s your best friend and usually has to remind you to take it on time thanks to how forgetful you can get, especially when being stressed. But this is insane. The fact you’re gonna let him fuck you raw, lets him fear that he might just cum in his pants.

“Alright then,” he says, before letting the wrapper fall somewhere on the ground, out of sight now. You chuckle because of his excitement, waiting for him to come back.

“Chan…” you whisper, while he’s busy getting rid of the rest of his clothes.

“Yeah, baby?” he asks, back on the couch now.

“I need you… so much…”

“Sure, darling,” he chuckles. “Can you turn around for me?”

You do as you’re told, getting on all fours for him. Chan places a pillow between your head and the armrest for a little bit of comfort, before he aligns his hard cock with your entrance. He pushes himself inside, centimetre after centimetre. Due to his size, you’re glad he’s prepared you so well.

Chan starts with slow movements but once he hears you moaning his name, drooling all over the soft cushion underneath, he picks up his pace a little. One of his hands is placed on your ass cheek, spanking you whenever you clench around him. The other one is at your neck, keeping you in the position he wants you in.

“Fuck– Chan–“ is all you’re able to let out. His hand wanders away from your ass, sneaking between your legs from the front instead—he starts playing with your clit, chuckling right into your ear, when he feels you get closer so soon again.

“Come on, be a good girl and give me another one,” he whispers.

“Chan– I can’t it’s–“ your body feels possessed by the sensations he’s giving you. 

“Oh, you can. I know you can, darling,” he encourages you, while fucking ever deeper into you, railing you into oblivion.

You hastily nod, “Yes– okay, God, right there, please, please, please–“

A few seconds later, your second orgasm takes over you. You drown out your noises, when you scream right into the pillow. Chan has different plans, though, when he slowly pulls you away from it, wanting to listen to your sinful noises.

“Let me hear you, baby.”

He helps you through your high, feeling himself getting closer. Your name slips from his lips like a mantra, before he pulls out of you and his seeds land on your ass and lower back. He is quick to bring an old shirt to clean you, before he hands you some fresh clothes that he has at the studio as well as a bottle of water.

“Uhm… the… the microphone was still on,” Chan says, when he takes a look at all the equipment, seeing a little red light blinking.

“I think we’re used to that by now. Feel free to use it for one of your songs,” you tell him.

He’s gonna faint anytime soon, if you keep going like this.

“God, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Chan slips into his clothes, too. “Let me turn all the devices off and then I’ll take you out for a date, okay?”

“Okay.”

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“Will never let you go this time.” — Option A3: Sapphire

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

“I’m gonna wear the sapphire necklace,” you announce, when Soyeon comes back into the room. She gives you a soft smile and a nod, before she helps you put on the jewellery. You take your time to slip into the blue dress next, before you step out and get back to the ballroom.

He’s waiting there for you. The man who it's been all along.

You can tell that Minho is already crying, unable to hold back the tears. He wipes them away with the back of his hand, constantly, since they don’t seem to stop.

“Hey, baby, no, no. Don’t cry, please,” you tell him, once you get closer, grabbing his face.

He nods, trying to subside the little sobs that are filling the huge hall.

“We can go upstairs, talk a little without the cameras and all,” you suggest.

Minho nods, giving you a relieved smile. You place a soft kiss on his lips, before you grab his hand and guide him to the door. You make it upstairs in no time, before you find the romantic suite Soyeon has told you about. Entering the bedroom, you realise that the blankets, curtains and pillows have the same shade of blue as the dress that you’re wearing. You’re close to tears now, too, admiring that little detail.

“Y/N?” Minho asks with a small voice and you turn around to him.

“Yeah?”

“I… I can’t believe you chose me… I-Im– what does this mean?”

You understand that he must be utterly confused. After all, this date a few days ago felt like the last one with you. Then you went to bed with both Jisung and Hyunjin, although the latter wasn’t even part of the finale anymore. What happened that you chose him in the end?

Well, that Halloween night might be factor number one. Minho wasn’t involved in any of this drama compared to the other finalists and even semi-finalists. And, of course, you can’t deny it. You just know that Minho and you truly belong together. Even after all this time. You’ll always love him, you’ll always be his princess, just like he said.

There’s a reason you can’t give up on him. It’s because your heart doesn’t want to. And when love is strong enough, which this one is, you can get through anything together. He proved it to you. Yes, it has only been a small amount of time but you trust him so much, you know that he’ll get better.

“Min, I’ve loved you all this time. Even when we didn’t see each other for a whole year. My feelings for you never stopped,” you confess.

He chuckles, “God– I’m the luckiest bastard on this planet, right?”

“You fought a lot. I know it wasn’t easy for you. But you proved to me that you’re willing to work on yourself, on us,” you explain.

He immediately nods, “I am… I really am. Whatever it needs for me to get better, for us to get better. I’ll go to therapy, I will work on my jealousy issue and all.”

“We can do this,” you reassure him, as your hand softly strokes his cheek. “Slow steps and all, if that’s alright with you. I still need time to fully give in but I am sure it’ll work out.”

This is the best Christmas present he could have this year. And the year after. And the year after that one.

“It will, I promise. You’ve always been my biggest motivation for anything in life, Y/N,” he admits.

Time stands still, when he smiles at you with so much love and trust. You take a few steps closer, getting rid of the distance between you when you press your lips on his. Minho is a bit surprised, although he knew you were going to kiss him, but it’s just the whole situation itself. He’s had this dream a thousand times before but something tells him that it’s finally reality.

You slip your tongue into his mouth a second later, heavy breaths filling the room in the meantime. What started out as an innocent little peck, soon turns into a full makeout session. Passion is ruling over you, desire is getting the best of you two. You can’t hold back and you don’t want to.

The both of you are already walking towards the bed. A little later, your back hits the mattress, before Minho is towering over you. He looks like a starving man—nothing new, whenever he has you under him. His lips wander to your cheek, underneath your ear, to your neck, even further down.

He decides to help you out of your dress, although he admired the look on you like nothing else in this world. The red lingerie catches his eyes even more—he stares at you for a second, as if it’s the first time he sees you like this. He remembers that moment quite well, when he had you like this for the first time. Back in college, after a few dates together—you looked as pretty as you do today, a lot more inexperienced, making him think you’re the innocent type. Of course, Minho soon realised you are anything but that.

You’re busy now opening each button of his shirt, before he slips out of his pants next. You get rid of your bra, too, while Minho pulls your panties down. It all happens so fast but you couldn’t care less—you’re hungry for more, hungry for each other.

“Min?”

“Yeah?”

“I need you inside of me, please,” you tell him, spreading your legs for him. You catch your lower lip between your teeth, hoping he will hurry up.

“Uhm… don’t you want me to stretch you a bit?” you ask, sounding a little concerned for you. Minho loves nothing more than going down on you, than getting you ready for his cock.

“I can’t wait… please…” you beg further.

Minho chuckles, positioning himself between your thighs, “Okay, darling. Whatever my princess asks for, she’ll get.”

His cockhead brushes over your clit, as he finds you absolutely soaked for him. You let out a whimper at the sensation, allowing him to tease you more. One of Minho’s arms gets placed next to your head, while he keeps his balance by staying on his knees. 

“Let me make love to you, okay?”

That’s all he says before pushing himself inside. It takes some time for you to get used to the feeling, until he bottoms you out. The stretch stings a little but you soon adjust to it, the small pain turning into huge pleasure instead.

“Hold my hand,” he says, before his fingers get intertwined with yours. Minho starts thrusting into your wet hole then, as your pussy already starts tightening around him. God. This feels like heaven. Like everything you’ve ever needed.

“Kiss me, please,” you whimper underneath him and Minho is happy to oblige, when he places his lips on yours.

You’ve never had such soft and passionate sex at the same time. Never before—neither with Minho nor anyone else. He decides to place your legs over his shoulders, helping him change the angle a little.

“Is that alright, my dear?” he asks.

“Deeper, Min, please… go faster,” you beg, nodding.

“Okay, princess. Whatever you need, baby,” Minho chuckles.

He pounds even deeper into you then, hitting that sweet spot inside of you. It doesn’t take long for your vision to get filled with stars, when he fuckes you through your orgasm. After you beg Minho to not hold back, he cums deep inside of you, as your cunt milks his cock empty.

The mixture of liquids starts running out of you, when he pulls out. Minho gives a sweet little kiss on your nose, before he hurries to the bathroom, so he can get you cleaned and ready for bed.

💻

The spring sun is warming your skin. It’s been some time since the ending of Red Lights now but you don’t really miss it. Life is a lot better. Minho has been to therapy since January, hitting the three month mark now. You have given each other some space during that time, almost zero contact, so that he can work on his development. But now he’s back, having invited you.

He’s prepared something really special for today. The two of you meet at his new apartment, in the mood for a chill evening of cooking dinner together. The food tastes immaculate, just like having you in his life again. He kept his promise, worked on himself, made amends with the people he did wrong—including Jeongin. Yes, even after Minho found out that the two of you share a small history and happen to work at the same company again. But he trusts you. And you trust him.

His heartbeat is running in his chest, when he picks out the velvety box from his storage room, before he comes back to the kitchen.

“Y/N? I have a small gift for you,” he announces.

“A gift?” you ask, rather surprised.

He opens the box, revealing a ring with a sapphire stone attached to it, shimmering in the same shade of blue like the necklace you still wear every day.

“I… I actually bought it two years ago to propose to you one day,” he explains. “Fuck it, I’ll just get a new one for that, an even prettier one, I promise. But—will you be my girlfriend again, Y/N?”

A huge smile is decorating your face, “Of course, Min, I was waiting for you to ask me that.”

He puts the ring on your finger, his own hand shaking like crazy.

“Shit, I love you so much,” Minho says.

His lips find yours for a gentle kiss.

“I love you so much, too.”

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“You’re the one I trust.” — Option A2: Nephrite/Jade

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

“The jade necklace it is,” you tell Soyeon, when she enters the little room. The director gives you a soft smile, before handing the green dress to you. After putting it on, you step back into the ballroom. 

You find Jisung there, his mouth falling agape, eyes widening—he’s severely overwhelmed, looking as if he was petrified. So, with a grin on your face, you take a few steps towards him.

“Did… did you choose me?!”

You nod, a little giggle slipping past your lips, “Yeah, Sungie. It’s you. You and me. You’re my prince.”

“Fuck… I’m… I’m speechless, shit, I’ve never expected this,” he says, unable to hold back the giggling that spills from his mouth.

“Shall we go upstairs? Spend some time together alone, no cameras or microphones?” you ask him.

Soyeon told you there’s a romantic suite in the mansion that was just prepared for the both of you. You’re dying to be alone with Jisung, not getting filmed and all, just the two of you.

He hastily nods, before he seals your lips with a kiss. You allow his tongue inside pretty fast, getting entangled with your own, as you let out a little chuckle. His palms are attached to your hips, pulling you closer. The passion increases and so does the heating makeout session. Jisung guides you towards the huge door, almost unable to keep his lips away from yours.

You just have to get upstairs, which seems to be a little more complicated than it should be, when you can’t take your hands off one another. It’s adorable, really. In the process, one of your shoes falls off your foot, tumbling down the staircase. Laughing along with Jisung, while feeling like a real life Cinderella, you pick it up again and hurry to the suite together.

A minute later, you make it inside, taking a second to admire the beautiful bedroom. The sheets have the same colour as your dress, a scent of vanilla is filling your nostrils. You look at Jisung, ready to share your excitement about the environment, when you realise there’s something on your mind.

Everything between the two of you happened rather quickly. Three days ago, you still thought he was your archenemy and now you’re choosing him to be your true love. Perhaps, this is going a little fast, right? Do you even know each other that well?

“What happens after the show?” you dare to ask him then.

Jisung gives you a soft smile, reaching for your hips again, to have you near, “I’ll take you on a date… and on another date… and another one… until you call me your boyfriend.”

You shyly giggle, “Okay, deal. Where are we going first?”

“Wherever you want to go, baby. I was thinking of that strawberry themed café that just opened,” he suggests.

“I’d love that,” you admit.

“D’you know what I love?”

“What, Ji?”

“This,” he says before smashing his lips into yours again. Jisung grabs you by the waist, all passionately, before he guides the two of you to the huge bed. He sinks down, hovering you onto his lap and you’re happy to oblige.

You start grinding over his hardening bulge, forcing a sweet little whimper out of his mouth. Your kisses switch their destination—wandering over his neck now, while you hastily open the buttons of his shirt in order to place your mouth more south. Jisung lets you do the work this time, his head almost crashing into the headboard.

Your palm finds his crotch, stroking his length through the thick material of his suit trousers. His hands are grabbing your face, the lust in his eyes begging for more. You reach for his belt then, as he hastily nods for you to get rid of it. A moment later, you’re pulling his pants and boxers down, revealing his erection.

“Sungie, can I please taste you? Please–“ you ask with a pout.

He absolutely loves that look on you. It reminds him of the night on his birthday, when you were so eager for his cock, too. Which is why he decides to tease you a little more, not ready yet to let you have the upper hand in this.

“Beg a little more, doll,” Jisung whispers, clicking his tongue.

“I need to suck you off, Ji. God– when you fucked me against the shower wall, your cock felt so good inside me–“

“Okay, baby. You convinced me,” he chuckles.

He spreads his legs a little, while you make yourself comfortable between them. You decide to get your dress off first, leaving you in the pretty red lingerie you chose for today. Despite having seen you with even less fabric on your body than that, Jisung lets out a ‘wow’ and a few curse words. There’s something about you in the lacy underwear that makes you even hotter than you already are. Still, he can’t wait to rip the material off of you.

Your hand reaches for his base then, giving his dick a few pumps. Jisung lets his head fall back, letting you do the work. You’re teasing him, he realised that—he can tell by the mischievous look that you carry on your face. 

“Make me feel good, doll. Show me what a good girl you can be for me, hm?” he orders and all you do is nod.

You get your head closer to his length, giving it a few kitten licks, before a long stripe on his shaft follows. You’ve already got him under your spell. Jisung wanted to have you like this on his birthday, too. He wanted to do even more than this but knew you needed to be taught a lesson at that time. Yes, he went to the bathroom after, squeezing his cock to completion at the thought of your pretty lips wrapped around it, since he wasn’t ready to give in that night.

However, he is now, which is why he guides your head to his tip, before you take him into your mouth. You try a few centimetres first, your hand still seizing around the base of his dick, as you slowly start bobbing up and down.

“Yeah, that’s right, make it all nice and wet, baby,” Jisung encourages you, admiring the view.

Slurping sounds are filling the room, as you grant him the most stunning sensation he’s ever experienced. God, there’s nothing that comes even close to that pleasure right now. And on top of that, you chose him as the winner. Out of eight other men, he is the one you seem to like the most.

You let go of him, suddenly, with a loud plop, looking at him with a smirk. You’re still stroking his length, not stopping your movements. But Jisung knows that you just want him to speak more, he realises how much it gets you going when he talks dirty to you.

“Come on, spit on it, doll. Make a fucking mess,” he tells you.

You do exactly that, a string of saliva hitting his cock. Your tongue smears the liquid all over him, when you swirl it around his length. Taking his cock back into your warm mouth, you continue with the movements.

Jisung’s hands reach for your hair, tugging at the strands to guide your motions.

“Deeper, baby, I know you can take it,” he says, his cock brushing the back of your throat.

You’re a mess for him. Slobbering all over him like that. The cute little moans you let out, will get the rest of his sanity, for sure.

“Fuuuck, look at you, drooling all over my cock, huh?”

You feel him getting closer and although you’re dying to taste his cum, you need more of him. Deciding to be selfish, you let go, his cock slipping out of your mouth. Jisung looks at you dumbfounded but his thoughts are silenced, when you slowly take off your bra first and your panties next.

“You still can’t get enough, hm?” he asks, while you start straddling his lap.

“Your cock is just too good, Sungie,” is all you say, before lowering yourself onto him. The lack of preparation is bearable, although your pussy walls immediately start clenching around him, sucking him in. Once you’re adjusted to the sensation, you start bouncing up and down, working yourself on his dick.

“Shit– you look so beautiful like this, doll,” he tells you, realising he definitely won’t last long like this.

Jisung brings two fingers to your mouth and you eagerly let them in, your tongue swirling around them. He guides them out and between your legs next, before he starts playing with your clit. His other hand is busy massaging one of your tits, while the pleasure threatens to take over him.

“Yeah, just like that, baby,” he cries out, knowing that he will perhaps be the first one to reach his relief tonight.

“Let go, whenever, Ji. I want you to cum inside, okay?”

He believes he sees heaven, when he listens to your sweet words that linger in his ears. It’s all he needs to allow the feeling to fully take over him, when he paints your walls white. Jisung makes sure to keep rubbing your sensitive nub, so, a few seconds later, you come undone too, your cunt clenching around him. You moan his name like a mantra, before his lips shut you up with a messy kiss.

For what feels like eternity, you stay like this, before he tells you to get up so he can get a towel to clean you. Once you feel fresh again and calmed down a little, the two of you slip under the blanket. Jisung can’t help himself kissing you more, as if it’s his favourite thing in the world. At some point you both doze off to sleep, dreaming about your first date together once you’re back in Seoul.

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