#kim seungmin x reader fic
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boyfriend!kim seungmin thoughts
(a/n: this is for @urprincessblog who requested seung's version in my asks!) | sfw and nsfw below the cut
warnings: use of "sir", mentioned sub!seung, public sex, mentioned jeongin
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boyfriend!seungmin who has a whole album in his phone dedicated to .5 pictures of you - especially when you're asleep, at the club or doing tasks
boyfriend!seungmin who sends you a picture every time he sees a dog, and fully expects you to do the same
boyfriend!seungmin who usually finds himself sitting on the floor between your legs when watching tv because he likes it when you mindlessly play with his hair and using your thighs as a pillow is a bonus
boyfriend!seungmin who still makes you a christmas stocking every year because "he needs to stay on top form for when you have kids"
boyfriend!seungmin who makes joint pinterest boards with you for your dream house, car, wedding, etc.
boyfriend!seungmin who has a list on his phone of baby names that he adores, but he'll never tell you about in case you laugh at him
boyfriend!seungmin who changes your name in his phone frequently to whatever stupid nickname he'd made up for you that week
boyfriend!seungmin who hides things around the apartment for you to find at random times - phone charger in the cereal box? tv remote in the fridge? portable charger in the bathroom cabinet? all him
boyfriend!seungmin who whines when you want to watch a musical, but ends up singing along and refuses if you want to turn it off before it finishes
boyfriend!seungmin who makes you a lunchbox every day because he knows that you're prone to forgetting to eat if you're stressed or tired
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boyfriend!seungmin who has a designated pillow that sits under your hips while he's fucking you !! it never stays on the bed, its usually tucked under so he can grab it when he needs it
boyfriend!seungmin who isn't particularly vocal during sex - usually huffing, groaning, and occasionally letting out a whimper or whine when you clamp down on him
boyfriend!seungmin who pretty much cums on the spot the first time you look up at him all wide and teary eyes, makeup running and said "please, sir, need you to cum inside me"
boyfriend!seungmin who is obsessed with gripping your love handles while he's pounding into you - why would he not take advantage of natural handles given to him so lovingly?
boyfriend!seungmin who has only subbed for you once, and will never admit out loud how much of a rush he got from being a brat and watching you get riled up
boyfriend!seungmin who takes you lingerie shopping and ends up fucking you in the changing room pretty much every single time
boyfriend!seungmin who has a polaroid in his wallet of you on your knees, his cock nestled deep in your throat, and he uses it as visual stimulation when he needs to get off quickly on tour
boyfriend!seungmin who used to pay his roommates to leave so he could fuck you before he got his own room at the new dorm
boyfriend!seungmin who let jeongin fuck you one time and slowly jerked himself off watching, and fantasises about doing it again with each member a different time
boyfriend!seungmin who told you he loved you for the first time while balls deep inside you the first time you had sex, and he nearly cried when you both came
(a/n: scheduled post!)
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skz - forgetting to kiss them
pairing: non-idol!skz x gn!reader
prompt: u forget to kiss them hello when u come home
genre: fluff!! just silly fluff
warnings: food mentions :3 + intentional lowercase & no proofreading.
daisy's notes: couldnt b me. id never stop greeting them w kisses. no one look at how long jisung's is i was particularly delulu when i wrote it
bang chan
chris noticed... almost immediately that was off about you. the embarrassing part was that it was partially due to the fact you didn't greet him with your usual "hi, i'm home" kiss.
it wasn't that chris looked forward to that kiss (he did, but that wasn't the point). he liked to think he was just... attuned to you. that he could feel the general vibe you had whenever you entered a room. he wasn't missing your "i'm home" kiss--he was merely noticing that you weren't feeling great. that something was weighing on your mind. so he called out as he heard you go back to the kitchen to get something to drink, asking about your day.
immediately, he heard you let out a long sigh. "work was awful and then i missed my bus so i had to take a cab."
chris nodded. "ah. gotcha."
you made your way over, sitting down next to him. "... did i do something?" you looked over toward the door, trying to retrace your steps. you hadn't slammed the door, and you hadn't been too late coming home...
"nah!" he looked over, "i mean, you kinda didn't give me a kiss when you came home. figured something was wrong."
you stared at him for a moment. did you really always give him a kiss when you came home? you liked to, because it was your own little way of saying "hi, i missed you," to him with just a quick peck. after a moment, you leaned in, pressing a quick peck against the corner of his lips before planting another on his lips proper.
"there," you giggled. "is that better?"
judging by the way chris giggled back, pulling you in for a third... maybe not. (but it wasn't as if you were going to complain.)
lee minho
usually, minho didn't mind whether you kissed him or not. he'd always enjoy your kisses, and found it endearing that you pressed a quick kiss against his lips whenever you came home, but he never asked nor would he ever force you to do it. sometimes he'd kiss you as a greeting, though, just because he liked to see your smile.
other times, when he was feeling a little more devious... he'd call out to you, just like he did tonight. "you forgot something!"
you came back into the room, shirt half-unbuttoned as you'd been in the middle of changing. you furrowed your brow, pouting a little as you tried to figure out what was wrong.
he just smiled at you. "you did."
a moment later, it hit you. you snorted, and made your way over, pulling him in for a kiss that lasted a few seconds longer than the usual one you usually gave him. your hands fell to his shoulders, and you drew back. "there. is that better?"
"i missed you," he giggled. "is that so wrong?"
you rolled your eyes, and gave him another peck on the tip of his nose. "love you, too, you dork," you said, pulling away from him to go change.
(and the sound of your laugh as you continued away despite the way he lunged to grab at you, just barely missing your ass... all minho could do was smile to himself.)
seo changbin
changbin was a reasonable guy. he waited a reasonable amount of time (ten minutes: you said you weren't going to shower or anything yet) before approaching you in the kitchen. "are you mad?"
you looked up from where you were working on dinner. he was so genuine about the question, and it threw you for a loop. had you done something to imply that you were...? all you did was get started on dinner because it was your night to cook. "what?"
"we always talk about these things," he said with a sigh. he crossed his arms, leaning against the counter, eyes bearing into your own, "did i do something? you can tell me if i did. it's okay."
"binnie, honey, i have no idea what you're talking about."
"really?" he frowned, and gave you this look of disbelief. "you always give me a kiss when you come home, and today, you didn't. do i need to run to the store? did i forget something--"
oh! you almost laughed at how adorable he could be sometimes. "nope," you said, reaching forward to pull him in. "just got distracted when i got home." ever so casually, you kissed him, and planted an extra on the corner of his mouth. "good to know you'd miss my kisses, though."
changbin just pulled you in again with a giggle, content to steal a few more from you before he let you go... for now.
hwang hyunjin
hyunjin didn't notice at first. he'd been curled up on the couch with a book when you came home, carrying a few bags of groceries that you insisted on handling yourself since they were for tonight's dinner. it was your night to cook after all, and--after asking to make sure you didn't want help--he settled back into his spot.
and then it hit him eventually: you... didn't kiss him when you came home. why didn't you kiss him? you always went out of your way to do it, after all. he leaned up, looking over to where he could see you deeply concentrating on the recipe you were reading. then again, you had set down the groceries and lounged around for a little bit first--the two of you had even talked during that. maybe you were mad at him? he knew he'd been petty about things before and denied you kisses as a result. maybe he was the one who was supposed buy groceries...? but you didn't give him a list or text him anything...
"honey?" he called out.
immediately, it caught you attention. 'honey' wasn't really his usual term of endearment for some reason: you were always his love, his baby. "what's wrong?"
his face grew warmer--was it really that concerning? "nothing--" he started, but realized that you only grew more concerned. "you didn't kiss me when you came home."
"oh."
he decided to keep going, "did i do something--"
"if you want it," you cut him off, "then come get it."
he just stared at you. "... what?"
"i was thinking about dinner," you said, turning back to what you were cooking. "but if you want that kiss, you'll have to come get it."
hyunjin found himself smiling, pushing aside his blanket and the book to get up and make his way over to you. he kissed you, smiling into it as well, as his hands fell to rest on your waist.
all better.
han jisung
jisung was not afraid to admit that he was deeply in love with you. and sometimes... that meant he'd overthink the little things. his heart was so full of devotion to you that sometimes he'd get too deep in his own head, trying not to do anything to wrong you. of course, he knew you, and he knew that you'd always accommodate him by telling him things outright. if he hurt you, you pointed it out and asked for space so that the two of you talk things out properly when both of you were ready for it. but today you were sitting at the other end of the couch, a pillow hugged against your chest as the two of you watched TV. or, well, you watched TV. jisung was watching you.
"hey." his foot bumped against your leg. "did something happen today?"
you tore your gaze away from the screen, brows drawing together. "no?" yet you continued to watch him for a moment, eyes scanning his face for anything that would give him away. "are you okay?"
he nodded. even that confused 'no?' was enough to soothe his thoughts. you would be honest with him, after all: that was what the two of you did. he settled into the couch. "i'm fine," he said, hoping it sounded casual enough.
yet you tilted your head, as if trying to get a better look at him. "baby?" you set the pillow onto the floor, moving a little closer. "did i forget something?"
he grew flustered immediately. "it's okay--it's not a big deal--"
"ohh," you lit up, smiling as you already knew. he liked the twinkle in your eyes whenever you knew something. "i know what it was." you crawled over to him, teasing him a little, "my jisungie didn't get his kiss today--"
he found himself unable to fight back a smile. "it's not a big deal, honey--"
"nope!" you giggled, and practically launched yourself at him. he'd end up pinned against the couch, "gotta make up for it with extra kisses for worrying my jisungie."
god, he loved you. you peppered kisses all over his face despite his laughter, slightly pushing back against where your hands were at his wrists to try and re-ground himself better against the couch, yet you didn't let go. sure, maybe you were hamming it up and acting extra cute for him... but he knew what this was. it was a message, loud and clear, that you cared about him wholeheartedly. you knew he could get anxious sometimes, especially when it came to potentially accidentally upsetting you. 'i want to make you happy' was what you told him once. he hoped you could feel the way he smiled into the soft kiss you pressed against his lips. when you drew back, you just stayed there, hovering over him and admiring how the glow of happiness looked on him.
"i'm home," you said.
jisung just brushed a stray strand of hair away. yeah... you are his home.
lee felix
as much as felix wanted to whine at you playfully for forgetting to kiss him when you came home (a staple of your relationship, he'd joke)... he couldn't help but worry. he continued to work at dinner, mentally going over your interactions today. he knew you well enough to know that he hadn't done anything to upset you unless you were having an off day where everything annoyed you (no shame in it, he thought; he had those days, too). it wasn't until after he finished making dinner that he called out to you.
"did something happen today?"
you looked up, brows drawn together, but he could see the fatigue on your face from stressing about something. "no?"
he set aside what he was doing, making his way over to where you were sitting, laptop open in front of you. you changed tabs immediately away from whatever you were doing for work right as felix began to knead at your shoulders.
"this is cheating," you whined, head dipping back so you could see his face.
"and i'd do it again," he said, dipping down to plant a quick peck against your forehead. "you can talk if you need to. i don't mind listening."
with a sigh, you shut your eyes while felix continued to massage your shoulders. sure enough, there was someone you had to deal with at work that had annoyed you enough that you were still running through the conversations hours later. he just stood there, listening and nodding along as he continued to work his magic on your tense muscles.
when you finished, he leaned down to press another quick kiss against your lips. "feeling better?"
"a lot, actually," you sat straighter in your chair, reaching forward to close your laptop. "thank you, lixie."
kim seungmin
seungmin had sat on the couch for too damn long, pretending that everything was fine. yes, you didn't kiss him when you came home, but that didn't mean anything. clearly, it didn't mean anything. except maybe you were mad at him, and you were withholding a stupid kiss because of it instead of talking it out like adults. that was what the two of you agreed on: no going to bed mad. to say that you were mad and needed space. not... whatever this is.
"seungmin?" you had sat down at the other end of the couch. "what's eating you?"
his eyes were a little too sharp when he looked at you, frustration all too evident on his face when he was supposed to be hiding it. "that's what i should be asking you."
and then... genuine, unfiltered confusion. your brows drew together as you watched him, smile falling. oh.
fuck. you weren't mad at him.
"never mind," he says quickly, "it's stupid--"
you moved over so that you could reach out and take one of his hands in your own, "seungminnie, it's not stupid if it's bothering you!"
ah. using cuteness to get what you wanted. unfair. "you didn't kiss me when you came home like you always do, so i thought you were mad. so then i got made because we agreed to always talk things out."
immediately, you giggled. "aw, seungmin... you really like my kisses that much?"
when you leaned forward to kiss him, he immediately shrank away, trying to block your mouth from his own. "no! not now! it's not the same now!"
yet your laugh was enough to make him drop the act. your lips pressed against his, and he smiled into the kiss, happy to have your arms around him... even if you'd never let him live this down.
yang jeongin
jeongin considered himself one of the more mature people in his friend group. sure, he could be silly and goof off sometimes, but he'd heard his other friends with partners complain about the tiniest things that turned out to be nothing. so with you, he felt a little comfortable in assuming that your "i'm home" kiss just slipped your mind. you'd texted him your bus was running late, so he'd decided to make you a cup of tea for when you came in. and when you threw yourself onto the couch, saying nothing to him for a while...
well, jeongin had a pretty strong feeling that you needed someone to listen to you instead. he'd sat down next to you, passing you the mug as he leaned in to press a quick peck against your lips. his own little "welcome home" kiss that he'd try to greet you with sometimes, if given the chance.
"do you want to talk about it?"
he watched as you took a long sip of tea, letting out a sigh once you'd set the mug down. "work sucked."
jeongin nodded. "and your bus was late..."
another heavy sigh. you turned your face to look at him, reaching for his hand. he gave it to you without any teasing, and watched as you pressed a kiss against his knuckles.
"are you sure it's fine for me to unload all of this on you?"
"that's what i'm here for," he hummed, sliding in a little closer so that he could draw you closer. "you listen to me, right?"
the hint of a smile ghosted over your lips, and jeongin watched as you settled in, head resting on his shoulder. "right..."
he just pressed another kiss into your hair as you launched into telling him about your day. no need for you to worry about giving him any 'i'm home' kisses: jeongin would supply you with as many 'welcome home' kisses as you needed to make you smile again.
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Âť warnings: desperate!seungmin, grinding, begging, infidelity/cheating (oops)
â âš . ÝË . prompt: just the tip? â âš . ÝË .
jeongin ver.
felix ver.
âcome on, just real quick.â
you groan, eyes rolling back as you try to resist the boy behind you, âoh- seungmin, please.â
âwhat?â he ruts softly against your ass, slightly pissed at the blockade of clothes in the way, âlet me just stick it in for like a second. i need this bad.â
your body lays pathetically while seungmin rocks deeper into you. his cock every so often would poke out from the open slit of his underwear, causing a surge to jolt through him and a breathy moan fills the room.
craning your neck back slightly, you attempt to get a good look at him, âi thought we were supposed to only cuddle?â
with your hips sticking up, he raises his hand towards your pajama pants, firstly caressing the curves of your waist then moving up to toy with the waistband, âyeah, so did i. but your stupid ass had to go and turn me on, practically smashed my dick into your thick skin.â
his hands get grabber in the way heâs feeling up the smooth area of your thigh and part of your butt, not holding back anymore. he continues to drive his pelvis into you, âwhat was i supposed to do? itâs your fault you got me all horny and- and shit.â
roaming all over your body, he pulls the top of your pants down, revealing the vastness of skin below, and his leaking tip slightly grazes your ass, âfuck, oh fuckingâŚ.y/n, please. needa fuck you so bad right now. can i? youâre gonna be good and let me fuck your pretty ass, right?â
he rubs his cock all over in an effort to leave streaks of wetness, just as he comes into contact with your entrance and slowly does he start to sink himself in your flesh.
you bite your lip and shut your eyes, trying your absolute hardest to not make a sound. because if youâd been any louder, your sister would hear you from across the hall.
and she could never know that her boyfriend decided to go into her precious, little sisterâs room late at night. simply, to cuddle (fuck) you instead.
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đĄđ¨đŚđ đŤđŽđ§ - baseball player bfb!kim seungmin x fem reader
wc: 14.2k
cw: enemies to lovers, very mean dom seungmin, mc makes out w chan in a friend way, mc is dramatic and a brat, seungmin is done w her shit but is very possessive, SMUT MDNI
synopsis: you love your best friend, you hate her baseball playing brother. heâs not been home for a few years during your summers back home, so you canât wait for another amazing summer - until he returns home.
a/n: thank u all for being so excited abt this <3 sorry for the length. smut warnings under the cut!
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sw: very mean dom seungmin (again), face slapping, borderline exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, heavy dirty talk, reader is a brat, breeding kink, reader is a painslut, begging
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When you were a mere three years old, you met your platonic soulmate in the form of Kim Sieun. She had the exact same humour as you, loved climbing on the monkey bars and she had a dog. It was your three best friend criterias fulfilled. When she first invited you to her house for a playdate, you were thrilled, and youâve been inseparable ever since.
Youâve been through everything together. Your first break-ups, your first hangovers, first parties, you name it - youâve both been present for each otherâs momentous events. You were pretty sure youâd both started your periods on the exact same day. She really was the other part of you, the second silver heart piece to your cheap friendship chain youâve worn for years around your neck.Â
The biggest heartbreak was when you moved away to attend university, and Sieun stayed to begin a full-time job immediately after graduation. Youâd been separated after being by each other's side for so long, when everything had been so perfect for you two up until then, only miniscule, small-term problems.Â
Well, perfect apart from one thing.Â
Her brother. Kim Seungmin was the bane of your existence. Ever since he met you, two years older than both you and Sieun, he found it funny to ruffle your hair and make fun of how shy and timid you were. Itâs something youâd brush off now, being the person you grew into - confident, loud, straight up stubborn as some might say. When you were younger, though, this cut deep. Youâd had your first ever crush on him, and confided in Sieun about the matter, to which sheâd giggled and fake-gagged as if she wouldnât be overjoyed to have you in the family. Youâd had your first ever crush on him, and heâd made fun of you for years after as if he knew. You cannot stand him now. Even being in the same room as the guy boiled your blood.Â
It was one of the reasons why you got rid of that personality. That wasnât you. You were shy and timid because you were only a kid, God damn it! Youâd love to say it hadnât affected you, but it had, and you and Seungmin had bickered ever since you gained enough confidence to fight back. It was actually something Sieun found very amusing, insisting that the two of you were fated soulmates.Â
Still, as you stood in the airport waiting for Sieunâs arrival to pick you up, you felt blessed. Coming home for the summer was always exciting. You got to see old friends, who would almost always have parties, and another exciting part was that youâd be staying with Sieun for a solid three weeks of it. It was going to be the best summer ever. Your parents had decided to go away on holiday two days before your arrival back home, and you couldnât have felt more satisfied with the development.
Oh, and - Kim Seungmin would not be there. No, while you were a student busting your ass to make ends meet, Seungmin had obtained a full baseball scholarship to university and went straight into pro baseball once heâd finished. Of course he did. You tried not to let it bother you anymore, that he was so fucking successful while being so smarmy. It wound you up beyond belief, so you just avoided thinking about the guy altogether.Â
Clutching onto your suitcase handle, you almost vibrated with excitement when Sieunâs half-dead car pulled up. Honestly, sheâd had the same car since you were seventeen, and it hadnât been fully working then. It was even worse after a few years. She kept saying sheâd get her dad to look at it, but she was always out and about doing god knows what in said half broken car. It was a death trap.
Immediately, you saw the car door swing open - and almost fall off completely - when her engine completely stopped. Sieun bustled out of the car to the loading area of the airport, her puppy eyes wide and her legs shaking. She was going to scream, or jump, or die. Maybe all three. You werenât doing much better - your eyes brimmed with tears when you embraced Sieun in a death grip of a hug.Â
âI- missed- you- God, canât breathe-â Sieun grunted, trying to push you off. You pulled away, still with teary eyes as you gazed up at her. She was taller than you, almost matching her brotherâs height. The whole family was relatively tall. As soon as you both looked at eachother, Sieun was gripping you in a firm hug again, and it was your turn to get suffocated.Â
Once youâd eventually stopped hugging each other and crying - it had been approximately five months since you saw each other last - Sieun loaded your suitcase into the car and all but pushed you into the passenger seat. You groaned as you kicked through multiple McDonaldâs cups to try and get your feet flat on the floor. Sieun simply giggled, settling into the driverâs seat.Â
She plugged in her seatbelt, starting to drive back to her family home. âSo, howâs college been? Any cute guys?â
âSieun, I called you every week, you know whatâs happened,â you laughed, playing around with the settings on her car to try and get the radio on. Did it even have a radio?
âThe radioâs broken.â Of course it is. Well, it couldnât get any worse - youâd already failed the Bechdel test.Â
You leaned back against the seat, fingers playing with the friendship necklace chain. You hummed, trying to think of something Sieun may not know. âWell, there was this one guy. Super my type. Stoic, a little bit bitchy, you know? Dark hair, and all that. But when we ended up sleeping together, there was no chemistry.â
Sieun groaned in sympathy. âYou know, I hate that! You really like a guy, and then he doesnât even know where the clit is. It really pisses me off. Howâs classes though?â
Sieun normally didnât ask this many questions straight off the bat, especially not ones she knew the answers to. She was distracting you, sweetening you up by acting like she was just so interested in you. Something was fishy, and it wasnât the strange smell of her car. When you turned to look at her, her plump lips were pouted as usual, covered in lip gloss - but there was an unmistakable twitch to them. Her eyes were narrowed, staring at the road ahead of her. She was hiding something.
You blinked. She started humming along to a song on the radio. There was no song on. Said radio was broken. âSieun. What gives?â
Sieun sighed, slamming her hands down on the steering wheel. âOkay! I didnât know how to tell you. I know this was meant to be our super amazing summer, face masks and beaches and just general slaying, so I didnât want to ruin it.â
You realised you were arriving onto her street, the big house always taking you by surprise. You wanted to focus on Sieunâs words, but you were instead distracted by the driveway. Sieunâs parents shared a car, and Sieun had her own car.Â
There were two cars in the driveway. Sieunâs parentsâ car, a silver tank of a thing that looked like it could get through a boulder. Then, a sleeker car, perhaps closer to a sports car - much cleaner, much more expensive⌠with a personalised licence plate. No. No.
âMy brotherâs home.â
You wanted to die. Gone were your slay summer plans - now youâd be perpetually arguing with your best friendâs annoying older brother. He did absolutely everything deliberately to piss you off. Taking way too long in the bathroom brushing his teeth while you needed to pee, disconnecting the games controller when you were finally about to finish a boss fight⌠just petty activities like that.Â
Why now? Why had he chosen this summer to come home, when heâd been away for every other summer playing baseball or whatever he does? No. He didnât deserve to be back right now. You shook your head at Sieun. âIâm not going to let him ruin our awesome summer.âÂ
Sieun spluttered out a laugh. âOkay, Seungminâs not the devil. You two bicker like an old married couple, yâknow. Maybe thereâs-â
âShut. It.â
You didnât have the time or the patience to hear yet another ten minute long spiel about how Sieun and her parents strongly believed that you and Seungmin were fated soulmates. The little patience you had completely disappeared when a figure bounded up to the car window. You turned to stare through the glass.Â
Kim Seungmin. Stood there, beaming at you with that dumb smile that he always had when he was ready to wind you the fuck up. You had thanked every single god that your window was still rolled up, maybe you could just hide until he got bored and left - until Sieun rolled the window down with an evil chuckle.Â
Then, you looked at him - like, really looked at him. The chubby cheeks heâd once possessed had disappeared with age, now sporting some nice looking cheekbones and a sharp jawline. The braces were gone, pearly white teeth showing with his smile, and his hair. God, his hair. Heâd dyed the front of his hair blonde, and it was just slightly parted in the middle to show his forehead. He cocked his head at you, eyes glinting with menacing delight at your appearance. Oh no.
âWelcome back, brat.â
The bane of your existence had gotten fucking hot.
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It had just gotten worse. Once heâd pretended to have an ounce of chivalry by helping you take your suitcase inside, Seungmin had immediately reverted to the person he was the last time you saw him. Which was a while ago, by that point, since heâd always been too busy playing baseball games to make an appearance in your life for the past few years. You hadnât really seen him since you went to university. It honestly made you feel relieved, but now youâd seen him - well, he was definitely better looking than he had been. That fact was only reinforced to you as you walked through their long hallway, taking in all the family pictures that had been up for so many years. You were even in a few of them, chubby cheeks and acne galore as you stood with your arm around Sieun.Â
Youâd stared at him all the way through dinner, in all honesty. After your second, adopted parents had greeted you and Sieunâs mother had cried upon seeing how much youâd grown - you hadnât grown since you were thirteen, being on the shorter side of things - youâd all sat down to eat the hearty meal that she'd prepared. Seungmin sat in front of you in his assigned place, something you previously wouldâve hated, but you could at least analyse him.
Yeah, something had changed. He was aesthetically pleasing, but you hadnât forgotten his fucking behaviour. He was a menace. You shoved another forkful of the homemade lasagne in your mouth, furrowing your eyebrows at the boy sitting in front of you.Â
His eyes flickered to look at you, but you didnât even think about looking away. His eyes were so dark. Stoic, almost, and he was like⌠okay, yeah, he looked like your ex-fling from college. Thatâs weird. It didnât even stop you maybe bordering on finding Seungmin attractive, as much as it put you off of your lasagne to even think of the concept.
âCan you stop fucking staring at me?â Seungmin hissed, his fork clattering down to the plate with an eye watering noise. You huffed, reaching forward to stab him with your knife before Sieun yanked your hand back.Â
âWho said I was staring at you? Iâm eating my fucking food, you heathen, and everytime I look up your ugly face is right in front of me-â
âOh, I missed this!â Sieunâs mother smiled, her eyes fond. âLet me just get a camera, and I can take a picture of you three.â
Later on, in Sieunâs room, you both sat with your legs laid up against the headboard and sheet masks on your face. The anger was still burning in your stomach, but you were trying not to let everything revolve around him, like it always did.Â
âSo, weâre going to watch Seungminâs baseball game tomorrow. Mum and dad are super excited about it,â Sieun said, painting your nails where your hand laid on her stomach. You groaned, feet kicking against the wall with small thuds. Sieunâs hand paused with the tiny paint brush, turning to look at you through narrowed eyes. âYou donât think he⌠looks different? Everyoneâs been saying that since he came home.â
âLooks different?â You snickered. âStill looks pretty fucking weird to me. Seriously, how are the two of you even related? Youâre pretty, nice, funny, and heâs so fucking- ugh! I canât even explain it, and he-â
Sieun snorted. âYou think heâs hot.â
You gasped, pulling your hand away. The nail polish smeared all over your finger, which was decidedly the one you used to point menacingly towards your lifelong best friend. âI do not! Heâs gotten taller, yeah. The hairâs⌠different, but thatâs the only thing thatâs changed. Heâs still fucking annoying, even after getting his braces off, and-â
âAnd youâve noticed all these things about him,â Sieun sighed, leaning up and readjusting her whole body to sit cross legged, facing you. She put the paintbrush back in the nail polish bottle. The sheet mask made her look a lot less friendly than she was trying to be. The Sheet Mask Murderer could be a good horror film, you pondered, as she stared at you. âBestie, Iâm not going to be upset if you have a crush on my brother, you know? I know heâs grown up in the past year, and so have you. Things could be different now, and⌠you could be part of the family, officially, I guess.â
You screwed up your face, shock painting your expression. The sheet mask got caught in the lines of your forehead. âYouâre deranged, Sieun. You know that, right? Like, youâve actually lost the plot this time.â
Sieun sighed, fingers reaching to peel the sheet mask off of her face. âI have always been deranged.â
âWell, yeah, there is that.â
She flopped back down next to you, dark hair splaying around her head like a halo. âWe will still have the best summer. I promise you.â
âOkay, my conditions are that we have to go to a lot of cool parties, get amazingly drunk and maybe fuck one or two people. Deal?â
âUm, duh? Deal.â
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Youâd dreaded the baseball game all day. For starters, you were going to see baseball, something you had absolutely no clue about. Secondly, it was your literal enemyâs baseball game. It was also one of his pro games, and was taking place at a massive stadium where just about everyone seemed to know who Seungmin was and who his family was. Youâd already had to witness Sieun posing with a peace sign for multiple selfies with fans once youâd all found your seats, and Sieunâs mother had already put an arm around you to show you exactly where Seungmin would be once the game started.
âHeâll be over there,â She pointed to a part of the field. You didnât really care. You had no clue what baseball was or any of its rules - just that there were bats and they hit balls and ran. You decided that was all you needed to know. You werenât going to do any research for it, not if it was him playing.Â
You and Sieun had dressed up, too, because Sieun had thankfully found a beach party for you all to go to later. âAllâ sadly included Seungmin and his gaggle of just as annoying friends. The only one you really got on with was Chan, who was mature and seemed to be ageing ten times quicker due to the stress the rest of the group caused him. You both kissed when you were drunk and had agreed you were just friends who liked to kiss, which was optimal for you, really. You had decided that you would dress up nicely in a borderline slutty white dress and sandals for the party, and you had makeup on. It was most definitely for the party, and not for any other reason.
When the game started, you thought you were going to have a heart attack and die. While Sieun and her family were cheering out Seungminâs name, all you saw was that ass in tight, pinstripe trousers. He was grinning, waving over to your section - definitely not at you, he hated you and you were literally looking at him with the most shocked expression in that moment. He looked good. You decided it was okay to admit that mentally, because no one was ever going to hear you say it. His ass looked peachy and you wanted to bite into it like it was one, and maybe see what the front of his body looked like - all of it.
It all looked good, at least when he was wearing clothes. Broad shoulders pulled that jersey tight around them, and his hat was pulled low to almost obscure his dark eyes. When he rolled his neck, clicking it out with one broad hand before grabbing the ball, you knew your panties were wet. Soaking, actually, because he looked so broad and so tall and so fucking powerful on that pitch. Youâd always had a thing for men who looked like they could fuck you like you were beneath them. The fleeting thought that Seungmin would definitely do just that caused your cheeks to blaze.
Obviously, his team won. Obviously he did, because then you had to stand there afterwards when his whole family hugged him and you just stood there kicking pebbles before wincing that it hurt your bare toes. Fuck sandals. Fuck Seungmin.Â
Once heâd hugged Sieun, he turned to you, cheeks slightly pink from the exertion of the sport. You briefly thought about how baseball wasnât even that tiring. One stripe of black paint on his cheek caught your eye when you looked at him. When Sieun elbowed your side, you looked up, arms folded across your chest. Seungmin blinked at you, hands in his pockets with a cocky smirk. You knew what he was waiting for.Â
Mumbling, you spoke - âCongrats.â
âSay it properly, brat.â
âFuck you, I donât say what you want me to say!â You kicked a pebble at him successfully, smiling in accomplishment when it bounced off of his knee. He simply scowled, repeating what you said in a meh bleh, bleh bleh type of way. When you let your arms drop from your chest to strangle him to the floor Bart and Homer style, Sieun gripped you by the back of your bodycon dress and dragged you back to stand next to her.Â
âGo get changed for the party, Seungie,â She said, keeping you in her hand like you were a rabid dog on a leash. âAnd you. You canât just try to strangle my brother-â
âHow did you even know I was going to strangle him?â
âBecause, itâs not the first time!â Sieun shouted, stomping her feet like a child. She finally stopped holding onto you, huffing as she turned to look at you fully. Seungminâs parents had left to get to the car, insisting on giving you all a lift to the beach where the party was held. Your parents would never. Youâd lost count of how many times you had blisters from walking back from somewhere five miles away because your mother was engrossed in another show on television. Seungmin raised an eyebrow at the both of you.Â
âIâm gonna go get changed.â He finally spoke, waving towards the direction of the locker room. You grimaced.
âOkay, and? I donât care,â When you watched Seungmin walk away, eyes unable to tear away from that tight ass in those trousers, you could practically feel Sieunâs own eyes boring into your face. Finally turning to look at her, you saw a slight smile on her lips. âDonât.â
âI didnât say anything, bestie.â
You stormed off to the car, in a foul mood now that youâd been caught by Sieun ogling her own brother. Just to make matters worse, you had been designated to shimmy into the middle seat of the back because you were the smallest, so youâd be sat in between the two siblings. Brilliant. Just ideal, really. Thankfully, Sieunâs parents had already put the air con on. The heat of the summer had been killing you in that packed baseball stadium.Â
âSo, what did you think of Seungmin?â Sieunâs dad asked you. He looked a lot like Seungmin actually, just an aged version with salt and pepper hair. You smiled politely, about to respond before Sieun cut you off.
âDad, donât. Sheâs already wound up.â You wanted to kiss Sieun. You could not discuss what had just happened, including the game. Youâd spent the whole time drooling over the bane of your existence. When Seungmin finally got to the car, you side eyed him in order to see what he was wearing, and were more than pleased to see he was in a light grey t-shirt and baggy blue jeans. Good. Nothing tight.Â
The beach party was packed when you arrived there. A lot of sweaty young adults smoking weed, drinking and perched around a campfire or dancing near the portable speaker playing music quietly. All you could think about was how much you deserve a drink after the dayâs events, and you were quick to drag Sieun over to Chan when you spotted him. Dark curly hair hidden under a hat and a sleeveless black tank top. Unmistakably Chan, and also unmistakably someone who would donate alcohol to a good cause.Â
He immediately looked up at you, his smile wide with dimples adorning his cheeks. You saw Seungmin flop down next to some other friends he had from the corner of your eye. Chan caught your attention though, handing you and Sieun a beer each. âHello, you. Welcome back to the town.âÂ
âChannie!â You squealed, taking the beer from him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He subsequently pulled you onto his lap and Sieun giggled, sitting in the sand next to him. Youâd always been close with Chan, and you wouldnât be lying if you said you found him attractive. Those arms showing in the sleeveless top were definitely doing something for you that night, but you werenât sure if it was the pent up aggression from earlier. You immediately pressed the beer to your lips at the thought, swigging down a lot of the liquid.Â
Then, it just felt like the drinks kept coming. Over and over you were drinking beers that were handed to you by either Chan or Changbin, one of the others you were friendly with, and you found yourself becoming tipsy and slouching on Chanâs lap. The fire burned your eyes a bit when you stared into it, but you were still giggling, leaning your head back on Chanâs shoulder.
Seungmin glowered, turning to Sieun and speaking almost inaudibly. âStop her drinking. Sheâs making a fool of herself, all over Chan like that.â
âTheyâre friends, you idiot. Sheâs not even drunk, theyâre just always like that!â You didnât have time to thank Sieun for defending you immediately against her own brother because Hyunjin was coming over to you with two small plastic shot glasses. One sniff of the liquid proved it was vodka, a fact you werenât surprised about - Hyunjin loved to get utterly white-girl-wasted at any party. His smile was wide and eyes half-lidded already when he looked at you.Â
âThis is for you,â Hyunjin whispered. His fringe almost obscured his face as he handed a shot glass to you, and offered the other to Chan. Chan held out his hand, pushing it softly back to Hyunjin. Hyunjin literally just shrugged his shoulders, toasting your own shot before knocking his own back. He didnât even make a face when taking shots, which was probably the fact about Hyunjin you were most jealous of - along with his ethereal beauty, obviously. You grimaced when the liquid hit your own taste buds, glugging it back thankfully. You couldnât gag on Chan right now.Â
The music filled your ears as the sun began to set. Someone had turned the speaker up just a bit louder, and Jisung had started to dance and embarrass himself. It was the usual behaviour. You saw Changbin chatting to some girls you and Sieun had gone to school with, and Sieun got up to go and join, leaving Seungmin chatting with the other boys on the other side of the bonfire. You sat quite happily on Chanâs lap, listening to him telling a story from work.
âI mean, it was insane. Hannie quite literally wrote this entire song in like, five minutes. We were all super drunk. I have no idea how he did it,â Chan said, hands flying everywhere in his story. You blinked at him for a moment, processing who Hannie was. Ah. Han Jisung. Hannie. The round-cheeked boy was still twerking across from you. âAre you okay?â
âYeah, âm just a bit tipsy now,â You giggled, nuzzling into his cheek. Chan laughed at your level of clinginess, hand placed on your hip comfortingly. âSorry, Channie.â
âThatâs okay. Hey, remember a few years ago? You always wanted kisses from me and Changbin when you were drunk, heh,â Chan looked at you, eyes fond. When you finally looked into his eyes, it was like your brain caught up with what he was saying. Kisses? God, thatâd be so good.
âKisses. Oh my God,â You whispered, eyes wide. Chan threw his head back, hand over his face while he laughed this time. âChannie.â
Chan sighed, finally looking at you. âYes? What is it?â He knew what it was. You surged forward, pressing a familiar friendly kiss to his plump lips. He raised his eyebrows in shock, pulling you back by his grip on your hips.
âI cannot kiss you right now. Seungmin is there, and he is looking at us.â
âWho cares about that guy? Heâs an ass,â You mumbled, pressing your lips to Chan again. Chan sighed into the kiss, finally giving up and letting his lips brush against yours. You loved kissing Chan. It was always so fun, so familiar, just two friends making out when drunk. It was one of your favourite pastimes, to be honest. You were just getting into the kiss when you felt hands on your waist, scooping you up and throwing you over one broad shoulder. You heard Chan laugh while you were disoriented, trying to work out whose shoulder you were even on and why are you walking away from the beach party?! You were having so much fun!Â
âWhat is goinâ on?!â You shrieked, legs flailing around. You were slurring at this point, and you even heard Sieun giggling over the music. Finally, you heard a sigh as the feet of the body you had been stolen by started to wade through the sand and onto the street.
âWe are going home. Thatâs whatâs fucking going on,â Seungmin. You grimaced, wriggling to try and get off of his shoulder, but the grip he had on your body was unbelievable. âWhy the hell were you doing that?â
âDoing what? Kissing Chan? I always kiss Chan.â
âI donât want you to do that anymore, okay?â You huffed at his words, resorting to slamming your fists on his back as he walked quickly down the street. He didnât even flinch. âAre you listening to me, brat? I donât want you doing that.â
âYou are not my fucking dad, Kim Seungmin. You donât decide who I kiss!â You sounded like a petulant child, whining and squirming around to be put down on your feet. Finally, Seungmin grabbed your hips with both hands, placing you down on the floor. Cars were speeding past you as you both stood on the pavement. You crossed your arms over your chest, vision slightly blurry from the intoxication and body covered in sand. Seungmin didnât look to be doing any better, beige specks of sand in his dark hair and his grey t-shirt completely covered. He shoved his hands in his pockets, tilting his head when looking at you.
âI may not decide who you kiss, but Iâm gonna be mad if you do that again. Got it?â Seungmin was stoic, sharp as he spoke in a monotone voice towards you. You furrowed your eyebrows. What? Why did it matter? âHeâs my friend.â
âOkay, and? I donât care.â You repeated your words from earlier. Seungmin huffed, blowing a strand of blonde hair from his forehead. You looked at him. He looked at you. Then, he was turning around, walking down the road in the direction towards his house. You gasped, appalled that heâd leave you there on the side of the road like some kind of bag of trash.Â
After a few long strides, you heard him groan faintly in the distance. He stopped dead still, turning around to you with a grimace. âAre you coming, or?â
You stood your ground. âNope.â
âFine, stay there and be killed by a raccoon or something, fucking brat. Or worse, an actual murderer. Wouldnât that be scary? A murderer just killing you while youâre standing there in your sandals. Canât even protect yourself, canât throw your shoe at him like you do with me because what harm will sandals do-â Seungmin stopped talking when you ran at him, eyes wide as you wrapped your arm around his own. He huffed, trying to shake your arm off of his, but you held on tightly. Your bottom lip quivered. You were such a baby when it came to scary things like raccoons and murderers.Â
ââM scared now, Seungmin.â You whispered, leaning your head on his arm. You could practically sense Seungmin rolling his eyes as he wrapped his arm around you, holding you close to his warm body.Â
âOnly five minutes now. Five minutes and weâll be home, okay?â You nodded, trying to keep up with the strides of his long legs.Â
In bed that night, laying in Sieunâs bed sans Sieun, you couldnât help but wonder just what the fuck that was. Seungmin was almost nice for a moment. Sure, heâd had that weird freak out about you kissing Chan - that was strange - but then heâd not left you on the side of the road. A few years ago, he would have left you on the pavement and then proceeded to go get a car to run you over on said pavement. He had changed.
Kim Seungmin was hot. Youâll admit that, unfortunately. But now Kim Seungmin was hot and he had morals, too.Â
That one would be hard to process.
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The next morning, you were woken up by Sieunâs arm across your forehead and her soft snores in your ear. You briefly felt extremely guilty for making sure she hadnât gotten home safe, but judging by her still sleeping, sheâd left after youâd fallen asleep. You wanted to wake her, to ask her what the fuck her brotherâs deal was, but you settled on heading downstairs to get some breakfast and calm your stomach. It felt like a bomb had gone off in there.Â
You started to make your way downstairs to get breakfast, but you walked straight into Seungminâs chest as soon as you left Sieunâs bedroom. He stood with a mug of coffee in his hands, blinking down at you like you were, in fact, a bomb that had just gone off in front of him.Â
You stared up at him, eyes wide. He furrowed his eyebrows. âMove, brat.â
Oh. So he was just going to forget him being borderline nice ever happened? What a fucking- ugh! You scoffed, looking down at the coffee.Â
âYou know this isnât your room right, dumbass? Take your coffee into your own room.â Seungmin rolled his eyes, barging past you to stand by the door.
âItâs for my sister, dumbass.â You wanted to ask whereâs mine, then, but Seungmin would only laugh at you and move on with his life. It annoyed you beyond belief that Seungmin had actually been nice to you the night before and then continued to act like absolutely nothing happened. You wanted to positively kick him across the face like the Mortal Kombat games he used to unplug your controller on.
Still, you had hope for the summer. Two straight days of hell would not change your mind. You just had to get through today, a chill, relaxing day with Sieun where you both nursed slight hangovers and probably cried over making mistakes the night before. Then there was hope for some fun tomorrow.Â
Tomorrow was the annual camping trip with your friend group. It only went on for one night, in the woods close to your actual home a few streets away, but it was something everyone looked forward to. Unfortunately, given that your friend group was also Seungminâs friend group, and that he was back now, it meant he would be there. This was unlike the annual camping trips before, and you were dreading his presence. You just had to avoid him, and he wouldnât stop you kissing your friends. He wouldnât stop you having fun if you just acted like he wasnât there. The thought made your blood boil.Â
You hid in the bathroom until you heard Seungminâs footsteps recede back into his bedroom, and then you emerged. Fuck breakfast. You needed a good heart-to-heart with your best friend. Stomping back into the bedroom, you were met with Sieunâs eyes still only half open, just about emerging from above the mug.
âOh, hey,â Sieun mumbled. She blew the hot liquid in the cup and then took a sip, humming with satisfaction. You stood there, arms crossed across your chest and foot tapping with annoyance. Sieun looked at you. You looked at her, a frown on your lips. She sighed. âWhatâs he done now?â
âWell, what the fuck was last night, Sieun?!â You exclaimed, throwing your body down on the bed. Sieun snorted, sounding like she was holding back a laugh. âSieun, he picked me up and took me from a party. What was that? And, and! On the way home, he was kind of being⌠nice?! Then, just now, this morning, he was being absolutely horrible again!â
âAnd this annoys you becauseâŚ? Youâre always horrible to each other, sweetie.â
âYes, Iâm aware,â You huffed, turning over to scream into a pink heart pillow on Sieunâs bed. âHeâs coming tomorrow, too. Like, as if it could get any worse!â
Sieun hummed. You heard the mug clink onto the bedside table, probably to live next to another ten mugs for about three weeks. âIâll make sure heâs on his best behaviour.â
You grumbled into the fabric. Then, as if youâd completely forgotten about it, a blurred memory came into your head. I donât want you doing that anymore. Heâd said that in confidence, stood there in front of you, all long legs and pouty lips forming the words. âHe⌠he said he didnât want me kissing Chan anymore.â
Sieun spluttered. âHe- he what?! Why would he say that?â
You shrugged. âDâno. Weird though. It⌠it made me feel weird. Like, almost shy. I donât know.â
âThatâs because you have a big old crush on my brother. Weâll address that later, though, because it seems my brother may have a big old crush on you,â You lifted your head, blinking at her. The drink had gone to her head last night. She was now clinically insane, beyond deranged by the sounds of it. Her eyes were peering out of the window opposite her bed in deep contemplation. âI mean, it makes sense. You two do bicker like an old married couple, but maybe thatâs your shtick.âÂ
âI do not have a big old crush on your brother. He does not have a big old crush on me. We are mortal enemies.â
âMmhm, okay, honey. Weâll see what happens tomorrow, yeah?â
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You didnât sleep a wink the night before the camping trip. Of course you didnât. Your thoughts were riddled with stupid remarks and baseball uniforms and long legs looking amazing in said baseball uniforms. Eventually, youâd actually cried a bit, just wanting him to leave your mind. Then, you felt pathetic crying over a man. That disgusted you beyond belief.
It had you thinking that Sieun may have been onto something. Maybe you did have a stupid crush on her brother. Maybe it had never left, ever since youâd caught sight of his chubby cheeks and mop of dark hair when you were both little. Youâd have to just overcome it. Arguing with him would probably help, and you did that everyday, so itâd be fine. Manageable, at least, so long as he kept his goddamn nose out of your business. Youâd had stupid crushes on people before, and you knew this one could leave very easily and very quickly.
Unfortunately, due to the lack of sleep, you had been forced to smother your eye bags in concealer that was maybe a shade too light. Seungmin had commented on this when you and his sister loaded your stuff into his pristine car, grimacing at the sight of you.
âYou look like a ghost, brat.â You had immediately tried to rub the concealer off with your fingers, and now it was just a smeared mess on your otherwise decent skin. Fuck that guy. Fuck Kim Seungmin. Fuck yourself, too, because why were you trying to adhere to what he said?
It had still been plaguing your mind when you laid next to the lake in the woods while everyone drank around you. You had taken your premixed cocktail in a can to the lake not too far from the lake, and were perched in your blue bikini trying to get somewhat of a tan. Your skin was only blazing with anger, not sun. All of a sudden, you heard some branches snapping, and opening your eyes served you with the face of your best friend.
âTruth or dare. Câmon, everyoneâs playing.â
You were lugged back to the campsite, groaning with your can still in your hand. Chan perked up immediately at the sight of you, patting his lap in invitation.Â
You went to walk over, smiling at his dimpled cheeks, but quickly turned to Seungmin. âSorry, Channie, I should probably check if Iâm allowed first.â
Everyone erupted in roars, even Chan, who dragged you by your waist onto his lap while still giggling. Seungmin practically glowered, eyes staring you down with the anger within him.Â
âLet's start with you then, brat,â Seungmin said, motioning towards you with the hand wrapped around the neck of his beer. âTruth or dare?â
You pretended to think. You always chose the same thing. âTruth.â
âBoring!â Sieun screamed, her pink bikini strap slipping down her shoulder. Changbin used two fingers to push it back up into place. Always a gentleman. âOkay, what is the biggest lie youâve ever told?â
Seungmin turned to Sieun, displeasure written all over his features. âItâs literally meant to be me asking the question.â
âI donât care.â Sieun shrugged. She also knew what the biggest lie youâve ever told is, judging by the smirk on her face when she turned back towards you.
You smacked your lips together. Okay. If he had a crush on you, it would be instantly severed in that moment, because you were about to wholeheartedly tell the truth. âSeungmin, I was the one who broke your PS4. I spilled coffee over it.â
âWhat?! You fucking brat!â Everyone screamed again, Chan howling with laughter at Seungminâs exasperation. âTell me that you arenât serious. You told me that-â
âI told you that the dog peed on it?â You giggled. Seungmin nodded, eyebrows furrowed. âYeah, no. It stank of coffee, so youâre kinda dumb for believing me in the first place.â
Seungmin huffed. His cheeks were red, breathing heavy. Oh, he was so mad. Good. You lived your life specifically to piss Kim Seungmin off.
âOkay, Seungmin. Truth or dare?â Changbin spoke up. He didnât need to speak up, because his voice was like a foghorn already. Seungmin sighed again, turning to the shorter male.Â
âDare.â
âI dare you to kiss Dahyun.â You turned to the girl in question. She was quite quiet, only speaking when spoken to, but you and Sieun had been friendly enough with her back in high school. Sheâd been close with Chan, though, and had kind of stuck with the group since. You thought she didnât even like Seungmin either, but the way she perked up at the statement said otherwise.Â
Seungmin, however, was still looking very pissed off. He put his beer bottle on the floor, sighing as he made his way over to Dahyun. You heard Jisung giggling, making lewd comments and noises in Minhoâs ear, who just pushed him off with a sigh of fondness. All of a sudden, Seungminâs lips were pressed to hers. You could see everything. Tongue and spit swapped between the two, and you found yourself turning to look at your drink instead. Awkward.
It made you feel awkward. More than that, though, it kind of made you feel weird. You werenât sure of the emotion exactly, but you knew you wanted to leave instantly and never see Seungmin or Dahyun ever again. You also wanted to scream. Especially when you finally let yourself look up, when the cheers receded to murmurs and Seungmin had pulled away from Dahyun, looking straight at you.Â
You locked eyes with him, blinking. Then, you saw fucking red.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â You blurted, seeing Seungminâs eyes widen at your outburst. Dahyunâs eyebrows raised, looking at you with fear. You turned to her with a timid smile. âNot you. Him. The bastard you kissed seems to think he can tell me what I can do, who I can kiss, yet he seems to be doing whatever he wants? Is this a joke, Kim Seungmin?â
Sieun laughed awkwardly from her position next to Changbin, rising up onto her feet. âOkay, perhaps this doesnât need to happen right now-â
âNo, let the brat speak to me how she wants. Itâs not going to fucking end well, and she knows it,â Seungmin spoke, throwing his beer bottle down on the floor exasperatedly. He stood up, light blue baggy jeans looking slightly brown with the mud and an oversized jersey falling off of broad shoulders. You took in his appearance with nothing but an angered expression, cheeks burning with rage when you realised he still looked really fucking good with his hair dyed like that. Something about him shouting at you was turning you on, too, but you decided to address that at a later date. âI told you not to kiss Chan for a good reason.â
You scoffed. You could practically hear Chanâs hair turning to grey from stress behind you. âOh, yeah? What reason is that? Heâs my friend.â
âYou should- you should only kiss people you like. People youâre interested in,â Seungmin was shouting now, finger pointing at you determinedly. You rolled your eyes, making him stomp his foot in the mud.Â
âI guess that means that you like Dahyun then, huh?â You said, remembering to give Dahyun another smile. This really wasnât against her. She was sweet, and she hadnât done anything wrong. Kim Seungmin just grinds your fucking gears.Â
You realised way too late that maybe you didnât want to know the answer to the question that youâd so loudly shouted.Â
Seungmin ran his hand through his hair, licking his lips. You tried to avoid staring at his mouth when he eventually retorted. âMaybe I do, brat. Whatâs it to you?âÂ
You blanched. It was nothing. It was nothing to you, really, but you definitely couldnât back down now, even if you could sense the rest of your friendship group feeling slightly awkward in the wake of tension. You folded your arms over your chest, staring Seungmin down while you searched your brain earnestly for something that would hurt.Â
âItâs nothing to me. I donât give a fuck about you, Seungmin.â
Seungmin looked like heâd stopped breathing, staring at you with intensity in his eyes. You couldnât quite work out what emotion they held, but you had a feeling that you may have gone a bit further than your normal bickering. It was only a matter of time, really, with you having a very short temper and all.Â
As if it had never even happened, Seungmin rolled his neck and shrugged. He sat back down on the floor with a flurry of movement and with another shift, his arm was around Dahyun and he was pulling her close. She looked like she wanted to run very far away, but then Seungmin was handing her another beer and it was apparently fine.Â
Changbin cleared his throat. âOkay, shall we continue?â
The rest of the night went with seemingly no hitches. Everyone drank, sang, danced, and the tents were slowly filling up with people retiring from the night, their skin still dewy with the water from the lake close by. You even managed to avoid getting riled up by the bastard sitting opposite you, so that was an achievement in itself. Eventually, you retired to the tent you, Sieun and Chan had been designated, limbs stiff from sitting down for so long.
Wiggling into your sleeping bag, you zipped up the fabric with your whole body inside like a cocoon. You could hear mumbling and giggles from the next tent over, but choosing to ignore it, you shifted over to face Chan. He was still awake, scrolling through his phone. You werenât sure the guy ever fucking slept, in all honesty. Sieun snored behind you steadily, the sound of cicadas breaking up the noise of her heavy slumber.Â
Chan blinked up at you, locking his phone when he saw you were still awake. The moonlight just about seeped through the walls of your temporary home for the night and you could see his features, sharp as always. He grinned at you, pulling you closer by your sleeping bag. âSo.âÂ
âSo,â you agreed, nuzzling into his bare shoulder. The summer heat was still present in the night, although mild, and heâd clearly chosen to not overheat with his chest bare. âThis whole night was really weird, Channie. My life is really weird right now.â
âTell me about it,â Chan hummed, fingers scratching on your scalp soothingly. âHow long?â
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Chan simply looked at you earnestly, his lips in a tight smile. âHow long⌠what?â
âHow long since youâve liked him?â Chan whispered, clearly registering the noise from the next tent over. You blanched, before realising that well - you could lie to Kim Sieun, Kim Seungmin and yourself, but you couldnât lie to Bang Chan. He was too kind, too dear to you in a different sense to what Sieun was.Â
âI dunno what it is, but Iâm ignoring it,â you responded, even quieter than his whisper. âItâs weird. Makes me feel weird.â
Chan let out a silent laugh, chest shaking next to you. âCrushes tend to do that, babe. They make you feel all weird and fuzzy.â
âKim Seungmin does not make me feel weird and fuzzy, Channie. I canât stand him.â
âYou canât stand him because he makes you feel weird and fuzzy, and maybe itâs about time you realised that.â
You huffed, turning over to press your back against his chest, despite being separated by sleeping bags and extra fabric. Chan shuffled closer, pulling you in for a cuddle nonetheless. He pressed a kiss to the back of your head, murmuring, âyou canât avoid him. I know you want to, but you canât. Heâs your best friendâs brother.â
Unfortunately, this was something you had already recognised. Staring at Sieunâs sleeping figure reminded you that yeah, he was your best friendâs brother, and while a relationship between you and him would never fuck anything up⌠well, an unrequited crush might. It would be too awkward. Thatâs why you swore you were going to ignore him.Â
You had to go back to hating Kim Seungmin.
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Fortunately, it was a lot easier than youâd anticipated. Youâd managed to avoid him in his own home. You didnât even see him in the hallways, sticking to showers late at night while he was always showering in the early morning, and you and Sieun had been eating out nearly every day to avoid family dinners. It almost felt rude, but with Seungmin, being rude was not possible. He was the epitome of rude.
Rude, brazen, and with zero morals. Youâd almost forgotten that in the haze of him being nice once and looking pretty all the time. Sure, he was aesthetically pleasing, and maybe he was exactly your type. But you were never going to forget the history between you ever again, not if you put your mind to it.Â
However, the concept of your own morals slipping to actually possibly like Seungmin had ruined your days since. You just couldnât believe yourself! Thatâs Seungmin you were very nearly lusting over. Your mortal enemy, the bane of your existence. Who cared if heâd gotten hot?
Apparently, you did. As you stood in a party with Sieun dancing around carelessly, you were clutching your drink tight and thinking of your enemy. The drink limited your inhibitions, making you able to think more freely. Why did he look at you like that after kissing Dahyun? Why did he stop you kissing Chan? Why did-Â
âWhy are you still overthinking? Weâre at a party!â Sieun hollered, the drink in her cup threatening to slosh over the edges with her dancing. You shook your head, putting on your best fake smile.
âI am having the bestest time,â You insisted, smiling and starting to do a little jig to the music. The house party, held at Changbinâs literal mansion, was slowly filling up. You and Sieun had retired to the kitchen to down a few drinks so that you felt less awkward and could start going feral with the rest of the party, but the more drinks you had, the more you got inside of your own head. This wasnât like you. You were the party girl, the girl who everyone had awaited return to the town - you wanted to scream and stomp your feet like a child.Â
âYouâre totally not, honey,â Sieun mumbled, seeing the look in your eyes. You sighed, downing back the concoction in your cup. Youâd worn another slutty dress to the party, done your makeup and hair and now it was all going to waste. âAre you sure you donât wanna head back?â
You shrugged. âI mean, if you want to, we can.â
Sieunâs eyes widened. âWell, I was just- I was gonna call you an Uber, and get you home. Iâm gonna stay, yâknow, itâs Changbinâs house, and⌠yeah.â
And she wanted to make out with Changbin. She was so valid for that. You sighed again, looking around at the kitchen. The party was a bit too much for you right now in your utterly discombobulated headspace. Maybe you should go back, just chill for the night, sleep. It was probably for the best, or youâd ruin Sieunâs night too by being so awkward.Â
âAh. Yeah, okay, maybe itâs best if I go home,â You looked at Sieun, who was beginning to eye up Changbin. He was in a pretty intense game of beer pong with Jisung, and both parties were screaming their heads off. You didnât want to stand between Sieun and her destiny, her fate. Sieun turned back to you, a glint in her eye. âAlright, would you call me an Uber? But um, maybe I should go to my house. Yâknow, since-â
âHeâs at practice,â She said, shaking her head. âNot home. Donât worry, he wonât be home for a little while.â
You frowned, checking the time. It was 9pm. Did practice go on this late? You let yourself accept her statement anyway. You still had no clue what happened in baseball, or what happened in baseball practice nonetheless. It could go on until 3am for all you knew. Sieun pressed a few buttons on her cracked phone before she was grinning, sending you a thumbs up.
âAll done. He- the driver, heâll be here in five. Good?â You nodded, giving her a quick hug. âYou need me to wait outside with you?â
âNo, no,â You shook your head. You couldnât ruin her night even more through your petty questioning of why, why, why. After giving Sieun a quick kiss on the cheek, you made sure she went straight over to Changbin and was safe before you left the house. It took you a solid five minutes to even try to wade through the bodies and you were thankful you were leaving -Â you really didnât have the headspace for that.
Standing outside, you rubbed your hands over your arms to try and gain some warmth. Youâd never been great with cold, and although the summer nights werenât as biting on your skin, it was still unpleasant when you didnât have the body of a friend next to you. It was also your fault for wearing a strapless minidress that was about two seconds from falling down or riding up, or both.Â
The car really only took five minutes. You were thankful for this, as Ubers were inherently unreliable and it was getting colder, and way too loud in the house behind you. Scurrying down the front steps, you didnât look at the car until you were about a foot in front of it, looking up at the vehicle.Â
The car was very familiar. You werenât sure if the few drinks youâd consumed had made your eyesight go funny, but⌠no, that definitely was Sieunâs car. You could see inside the car, a lot cleaner than when she picked you up from the airport but still looking half broken. And⌠Oh God. Sheâd really done you dirty this time.
Seungmin was sitting in the driverâs seat, and he rolled the window down upon your arrival. âAre you getting in?âÂ
âNo.â You blurted, arms crossed over your chest. âWhy are you driving Sieunâs car?â
âMineâs in for a service,â He responded, eyes racking over your figure. âYou look freezing, brat. Get in.â
âNo.â
âIâm not going to have to get out and grab you, am I?â He said, eyes narrowing at you. You blanched. He was kinda scary tonight. With a sigh, you made haste to the other side of the car, and heard him mumble âthought notâ.
You buckled up your seatbelt when in the passenger seat, and tried to reach over to fiddle with the aircon. The car was cold, too, and you found yourself even more on edge now that you were sitting with Seungmin in a confined area.Â
Fiddling with the aircon, you felt Seungmin bat your hand away. âItâs broken.â You turned to look at him, completely silent, and then you saw it. He was in his baseball uniform. Tight pinstripe trousers on those long legs and a loose jersey on his upper body, hair almost flattened from his hat. It still looked good, blonde streaks breaking up the dark mop of hair on his unfairly pretty face.Â
âHello?â He waved a hand over your face. âAre you deaf now, brat? Itâs broken.â
âYeah, sorry,â You mumbled, turning to face out the window. You sensed Seungmin tensing, before he sighed and started the engine to the car. The car started to speed away from Changbinâs house before you even recognised it, too holed up in your head.Â
Seungmin sighed again when you were still silent, no noise circulating the small space of the car. âWhatâs wrong with you lately?â
You turned to him, blinking. âHuh?â
âIâm asking whatâs wrong with you lately. Iâve barely seen you. You havenât been bickering at me, havenât tried to physically fight me lately. Whatâs going on?â
You screwed your face up in confusion. âYou donât even care, Seungmin, so why are you asking?â
âOf course I care,â Seungminâs eyebrows furrowed. He was staring at the road, not looking at you even as your eyes raked over his body unashamedly. âI donât completely hate you, brat. You just piss me off a lot of the time. So, whatâs wrong?â
Gazing at the bulge in his trousers, you realised you needed to stop being so thirsty and reply. âI donât want to talk about it.â Why did you say that? Why was that the thing that came out of your mouth?
âFunny, because you seem to always want to talk,â Seungmin snickered, one hand tight on the steering wheel. His other arm rested on the armrest, looking the epitome of comfort and relaxation while you felt like you were dying. His remark made you burn with anger. How dare he? You donât even talk that much, really. âI mean, canât really get you to stop talking, so-â
âShut up!â You shrieked. âYou wanna know whatâs wrong? You. Youâve been pissing me off so much lately, Seungmin. First, itâs the baseball uniform. Like, do the trousers have to be that tight?! Then, you stop me kissing Chan, and make me like, reconsider our whole dynamic for a hot second. Oh, and then, you kiss Dahyun, and that just- that just made me feel all weird. I didnât like it, I felt weird.â
It was silent for a beat. Another beat passed, and Seungmin was brushing his tongue over his teeth in silent thought. Then, he was pulling into a layby on the side of the quiet road you were driving down, and he unbuckled his seatbelt. The engine switched off and Seungmin turned to you, eyes gazing directly into yours.
âFeel weird how?â He questioned. You scoffed.
âWhat do you mean?â
âHow did it feel weird, brat? You felt confused, maybe a bit sick, awkward even? Upset?â All the emotions Seungmin was quick firing at you had you nodding. You had felt all of those things. Then, all of a sudden, Seungmin was lunging towards you and pressing his plump lips against yours. You gasped, hands going to his broad shoulders. When you felt the material of his baseball jersey, you realised you kind of didnât want to pull away, and you brushed your lips against his in a response to his movement.
When a second passed, Seungminâs tongue was pressing into your mouth with fervour, one large hand going to the back of your head to keep you in place. You whimpered into the kiss, your tongue dancing against his and your fingernails digging into his shoulders. When Seungmin eventually pulled away, you chased his lips subconsciously, pouting when he just stared at you.Â
âHow did that feel?â
âSeungmin-â
âHow did that feel, brat? Fucking answer me,â His thumb swiped across your bottom lip, slick with spit from his filthy kiss. You moved to encase his thumb in your mouth, keeping eye contact as your tongue swirled around it.Â
Letting his tongue drop out of your mouth, you undid your seatbelt, moving closer to the figure next to you. âFelt good.â
Seungmin hummed, hands moving to grab your hips. He effortlessly lifted you onto his lap, your core settled right on top of the bulge in his fucking baseball trousers. You squirmed, hands moving to brush his hair out of his face. It was a strangely intimate moment, your fingers in his hair. âIt feels good because we like each other.â
âMm, no. Not possible,â You insist. Seungminâs lips turned up into a smile, his eyebrow raised. âWe bicker all the time, and-â
âAnd you got just so pissed at me kissing Dahyun, just like I lost it over you kissing Chan. I saw you staring at my ass in my game, and in all honesty, Iâm staring at your thighs in that dress right now.âÂ
You look down at your thighs. They were spread immodestly, plush flesh slung over Seungminâs thinner legs. Your dress had ridden up with your movement, and your core was barely covered by a strip of black lace that you referred to as underwear. It could barely be considered as underwear. Turning your attention back to Seungmin, you saw him still staring at your thighs, a hungry look in his eyes.Â
âBut- we argue all the time. You boil my blood, to be honest,â You admit, feeling a bit sheepish sitting on top of him like that. Seungmin let out a small laugh, hands moving to brush up and down your thighs. The feeling of his warm hands on your bare skin made you sigh, inching closer for more touch.Â
âYou piss me off too. You piss me off so much, I want to fuck you until youâre screaming my name and crying. Is that fucked up?â Seungmin spoke, licking his lips. His attention went up to your own lips, to which you were nervously biting your bottom one. âI liked you when you were shy and quiet and you barely spoke. When you became stubborn, and outspoken, I liked you even more. It made me want to fuck you into submission, brat.â
You could literally feel yourself getting wet. Fuck you into submission? Now that sounded fucking amazing. You werenât surprised he had the exact same sexual interests as you. You were a brat through and through. Itâs where the nickname came from, after all.Â
âFuck me then,â You kissed his lips chastely, feeling him groan deeply into your mouth. He entertained you for a few seconds, a filthy swap of spit and tongue before he was pulling away. Your chest heaved, fingers digging into his shoulders once again. âFuck me. Please, Iâll beg! I donât care, just-â
âShut the fuck up, brat,â Seungmin admonished. Your mouth instantly clenched shut in reaction, toes curling in your shoes. He threw his head back, eyes shut as if he was trying to control himself. He was just as affected as you. After a moment passed, he looked back at you, eyes still just as dark. âIâm not fucking you in Sieunâs car. Iâll take you home and fuck you nice and full in my bed. Does that sound good?â
You found yourself nodding, and Seungmin let you reposition yourself back in the passenger seat. You had never felt more excited in your life. Except, when he tried to start the ignition with the key, the car spluttered a few times and then stopped altogether. You blinked at the car. Seungmin took in a sharp inhale of air. He tried to turn the key again, and the car rocked as if in protest, but didnât start. It was dead.
âOkay, fuck me in the car then?â You questioned, turning to face Seungmin again. You saw him almost laugh, lips curling, before he was shaking his head at you.Â
âI like you too much to treat you like that.â
âSeungmin, you treat me badly everyday. Itâs our whole thing.â
âWell, yeah, but youâre my girl now. Itâs different. Weâre still going to bicker like mad, but Iâm not having our first time be in a fucking car. Especially not one owned by my sister,â Seungmin sighed, long fingers reaching into his pocket. He clicked a few buttons before he landed on Chanâs contact. It didnât even ring once before Chan picked up. âHey, old man. So, weâre stuck in Sieunâs car, itâs finally died. No, Iâm not with Sieun. Yes, Iâm with her. Chan, can you stop asking questions and just come and save us?â
Your chest was still heaving when you heard rushed murmurs. His girl? Heâd called you his girl, and surprisingly⌠you werenât all that mad about it. He was sexy, and he was rude. But wasnât that your type anyway? Taller than you, stoic, bitchy and could actually fuck you good. The last statement was something you had no doubt about, the way heâd effortlessly moved you onto his lap like that⌠you were squirming in your seat just thinking about it, clenching your thighs together. You didnât even hear the click of the phone when Seungmin hung up, still focused on trying to get some friction on your core.
âStop being a brat,â Seungmin demanded. You pouted, turning to him, to which he met your gaze with a steely glare. âIâm sure you can wait until we get home. Chanâs on his way.â How fucked up is it that even though heâs still being mean, heâs just making you like him more?
It wasnât long before Chanâs sleek black car pulled up in front of Sieunâs. Luckily, youâd parked on a housing street where not many cars passed, so itâd be alright for Sieunâs car to stay there until the morning. Seungmin was instantly unbuckled and out of the car, baseball uniform tight on his legs as he walked over to your side. When you got out of the car, you expected him to walk away from the car straight away, but he had his arm around your waist tightly as if he was escorting you to the other vehicle. You even saw Chanâs confused expression in the driverâs seat.Â
Chan only looked more confused when Seungmin followed you into the backseat and sat next to you, leaving no space. âUhm, so. Back to yours then, Seungmin? We can sort the car tomorrow.â
âYeah,â Seungmin agreed, quiet as his warm hand went to rest on your thigh. Subconsciously, your legs spread to allow him access, and you heard him sigh next to you. Chan started the engine, speeding off down the road. He seemed on edge, turning the radio up loud.Â
You stared at the rearview mirror, seeing Chan focusing on the expanse of road in front of him. With one of your boldest ever moves, you grabbed Seungminâs hand, placing it on the front of your panties where you were soaking through the lace. Seungmin leaned in close, lips brushing against your ear.Â
âYou want me to finger you while he drives us home? Thatâs dirty, pup,â Seungmin murmurs. You let out a shaky breath, head rolling onto his shoulder. âMaybe I shouldnât. Youâre too desperate, I donât think youâve worked for it yet. Letâs make out a little, howâs that?â
You nod eagerly, fingers moving to grasp on his biceps. âYeah- I need something, Seungmin. I think Iâm going to die, youâre so hot in that fucking uniform, I-â
âYouâre filth,â Seungmin groaned. âFucking- câmere.â His hand went to the back of your head, yanking your hair back before his lips were pressed against yours.
His tongue pressed his spit into your mouth in the most sexual kiss youâd ever had, and you let out a soft sigh at the feeling. His lips were so soft, so plump against yours and it weirdly just felt right - you liked him a little more when he was kissing you until you were breathless over when he would make fun of you.Â
âOkay!â Youâd forgotten Chan was even there until his hands clapped together. You both turned to look at him, your lips kiss-bitten and swollen. You were outside Seungminâs house. When did you even get there? You blinked, staring at Chan. He gave you a wide smile. âIâm so glad you guys have worked things out, but I really donât want my car soiled. Please go home.â
âThanks for the lift, old man.â Seungmin was dragging you out of the car by your wrist, all the way up the driveway and into the house. Before you knew it, he was taking you up the stairs, too, and you were standing in front of his door.
Seungminâs bedroom door. You couldnât remember the last time youâd even been inside. It used to be littered with figurines and music paraphernalia, and you had no idea what it would look like now. When Seungmin pushed open the door, it looked a lot cleaner and less immature, pristine grey sheets tucked into the corners like a hotel room and only a few baseball items littered around.Â
He turned to you, pressing a peck to your lips. âAre you sure you want to fuck me? I have to warn you beforehand, I can get a littleâŚâ
âMean?â You giggle. Seungmin nods, a smile on his lips. âI like mean. I thought I made that obvious.âÂ
âAnd I like bratty girls who need to be hurt until they cry. Are you a little painslut, brat?â You nod at his words. You couldnât think of anything better, molten hot need rushing through you at the mere idea. âGood. Get naked for me and lay on my bed.â
Scurrying over to his bed, you just couldnât believe you were actually about to do this. You were about to fuck the guy who you absolutely hated a month ago. You wouldâve never dreamed of this - but now, it had you thinking. All of the bickering, all of the pissing each other off - had you just been trying to wind each other up for a specific response? Had you been doing it to get his attention? The thought hurt your brain, but you knew one thing. You wanted to fuck Kim Seungmin so fucking bad, and fuck whatever happened afterwards.
The fabric of your dress dropped to the floor once youâd unzipped it, the fabric pooling at your feet. You kicked it away, leaving yourself braless with just underwear on. Seungminâs eyes trailed down your body, humming when you settled back against his sheets.Â
Thatâs all he did for a while. He just looked at you, taking your full appearance in with wandering, claiming eyes. You found yourself meeting his gaze when he looked at your face. His trousers were even tighter than before, a long, hard erection pressing against the fabric. Letting your palms wander up your tummy, a delicate, grazing touch that made you squirm, you landed on your chest and tugged on your nipples.
âAre you gonna fuck me now, Seungie?â The nickname dropped from your mouth before you could even process it. Seungmin scoffed, before he was pulling his jersey off with haste. It left him bare, exposing soft, milky planes of skin to your eyes. His body was lean yet toned, looking like the muscles would ripple under your fingers but feel so velvety at the same time. It was the perfect representation of his personality.Â
He was on the bed quicker than youâd expected, lunging towards you like a primal animal stalking its prey. You gazed up at him when his movement landed him above you, your legs spread around his hips. All that was heard throughout the room were deep breaths when his bulge situated against you through your underwear, the puffs of air spanning across your skin where he leaned above you.Â
âShould I fuck you?â He mumbled. You nodded slowly, letting your hips roll up against his. Seungmin licked his lips in response, hands going to pin your hips down. âTell me what you like.â
You whimpered when his lips went to your neck, sucking on a spot underneath your jaw that felt so, so sensitive. âI like... Rough. Pain. I like it rough, I like being treated like Iâm beneath you, but then- God, Seungie- you need to- I need to cum, when we fuck. Please?â
âMen donât make you cum often, brat?â You shook your head, whining again when he sucked a hickey into your collarbone sharply. âThatâs a pity. I bet you look so fucking beautiful when you cum, so desperate. I think Iâll let you cum.â
âThank you,â You moaned lowly when he trailed his lips further down your body. His lips encaptured one of your nipples, a hard peak so sensitive to his loving tongue. The moonlight shone through his curtains, highlighting the new hairstyle he had and his button nose when he sucked on your breast. As if heâd been building up to it, Seungmin let his teeth bite into your nipple sharply, and you positively squeaked at the sensation.Â
Letting your nipple pop out of his mouth, Seungmin grinned up at you. âGood?â
âMore, more. Please, hurt me, please-â
âHurt you?â He shifted again, looming over you in that dangerous, almost territorial way. âWhat if I slapped you? On your face. Would you like me to make that pretty face red?â
You gasped, eyes rolling back at the mere idea. He ground his bulge into you, waiting for your answer. âI- I love that, please, Seungmin, slap me. Oh my God, please, I think Iâm gonna die-âÂ
You were cut off with a harsh smack to your cheek. Your head rolled, gasping in the aftermath of the pain. It shouldâve put you off, it shouldâve hurt too much, it shouldâve made you question if he really liked you - but all you could think was again, please. Thatâs all you could say, too, begging him to slap you again.Â
âFucking filthy brat,â He grumbled, hand swinging again to slap you across the face. When your head tried to roll to the side again, he gripped your cheeks with his thumb and finger. You whined incoherently when he looked down at you, squishing your cheeks, until he was letting spit dribble into your mouth. âMine.â
âYours,â You nod, agreeing, and Seungmin groans at the sound of you saying it. You heard the rustling of fabrics, the moving of bedsheets and then his cockhead was positioned at your sopping wet hole, panties pulled to the side. You tried to buck your hips into it, trying to catch his cockhead and lure him inside, but his grip pushed you back down.Â
âTell me again. Youâre mine, yeah? No more kissing Chan,â Seungmin rubbed the leaking tip against your hole, making you attempt not to squirm again. âNo more arguing with anyone that isnât me, brat. Iâm your punching bag, yeah? You take all your anger out on me and Iâll fuck you nice and hard afterwards, hurt you the way you like. Thatâs what youâve always done it for, right?â
Your brain was fuzzy. Yes, thatâs what youâd always done it for. You had always done it to get a rise out of him, and now that you were being put in your place, it made you feel like you were running a hundred miles an hour through a sandstorm.Â
âYes, âm yours, Seungie, please, can I have it? Need it,â You whine, head thrown back against his soft pillows. Seungmin coos at you condescendingly.Â
âDo you? But what about prep, brat? Itâll hurt otherwise, wonât it?â Despite his words, heâs pressing the head of his cock inside of you. The stretch was blinding, making your toes curl and hands dig into the pillows.Â
âI- I want it to hurt.â
âOf course you do,â Seungmin sneers, before heâs pushing his whole cock inside you at once. Itâs long, pressing against your cervix as he bottoms out and your eyebrows furrow, jaw dropping in a silent moan. âThat pussyâs so wet, fuck. I turn you on that much?â
âIt turns me on to argue with you, turns me on when youâre mean- fucking, Seungmin, please, move,â You were admitting something you hadnât quite admitted to yourself just yet, but when Seungmin started to snap his hips against yours, your brain went clear of all thoughts. âAh, oh my fuck- fuck, fuck, fuck- hnng-â
ââS good? Youâre taking me so well, pretty little brat, you want a reward?â You nodded at his words, but you werenât braced for his hand smacking your cheek once again. You reeled, eyes feeling blurry as his hips picked up the pace. He was breathing heavily on your cheek, warm breath fanning over even warmer skin. âWas that good? You want more?â
âPlease, Seungie, please, more, slap me again, harder,â He slapped your opposite cheek this time, a welcome relief from your reddened cheek. The problem was that when his hand collided with your skin, you felt yourself seize up and - oh. You were cumming. âAh-â
âFuck, are you cumming that quick? Youâre so fucking filthy, pup,â Seungmin groaned, his cock still bullying into your hole. With his pace not slowing, you couldnât ride out the orgasm properly, and it was just one constant blissful experience. Your eyes rolled back into your head, toes curling with pleasure. âCumming from me slapping your pretty little face. Dirty fucking bitch.â
âSeungie- I canât, I canât take it, please slow down!â You were squealing at that point, fingers digging into the pillows.Â
âI donât think you want me to, do you?â
He was so right. You shook your head, whining out again when he pulled out. Your hole fluttered around nothing, clit still swollen with arousal. Your slick had dripped all the way down to his pristine sheets, tarnishing his once neat room. Seungmin was quick to spin you around, putting you on your tummy with your ass just slightly raised for him.Â
Within a brief moment, he was pushing inside of you again. His cock was still wet with your arousal, and your back arched when he bottomed out inside of you for the second time. Seungmin gripped your hair, making your back permanently arched for him. His lips attached to your neck, blonde highlighted hair draping onto your skin.Â
ââS good, so good,â You babbled, trying to push your ass back onto him. Seungmin allowed it this time, his hand moving from your hair to your neck. He squeezed the sides expertly and you whimpered, hands moving to grab his wrist.Â
âYou like that, donât you? Iâm meant to be your enemy, you dirty bitch, and look at you,â He was chuckling mirthlessly, grinning when you kept babbling. âI guess you like my cock too much. Dumb fucking slut, all I have to do is fill you up and youâre nice and sweet for me.â
âB-Bet you wish youâd done it sooner,â You quip, which wouldâve been much more impressive if you hadnât stuttered it out. âWouldâve shut up for you and been a good girl a long time ago.â
Seungmin hummed. âI think I like you bitchy, brat.â
âI jusâ like you,â You slurred, feeling Seungminâs pace slow. Heâd resorted to a slow, deep grind that had you feeling every inch and every vein on his cock. You could hear him snickering in your ear, and he pressed a cute little kiss to your neck. His free hand went down to your clit, rubbing precise, firm circles against the swollen button.
âThink you can ride me, or are you too cock drunk?â Seungmin hummed. You shook your head rapidly.
âI- too much, canât-â
âAlright, brat, let me fuck you some more then. I need to cum in this pussy, yeah?â Seungmin was laughing again, and all of a sudden, heâd let go of your neck. You were immediately face planted into the pillows and Seungmin gripped onto your ass, thrusting into you quicker this time. You whined, trying to push back onto him, but he smacked your asscheek in admonishment. Letting your hips shift slightly to allow your hand to meet your clit, you picked up where Seungmin left off with the tight circles. It made the pool of arousal in your tummy clench, and you vaguely realised you were going to cum again.Â
âSeungie, please- I want cum, want cum, with me, please-â
âWant me to cum inside you, brat? While you cum around my cock? Thatâs dirty, pup,â His voice faltered when his hands gripped onto your asscheeks harder, spreading them to see where his cock was entering you over and over. You knew you were soaking, you could feel it - and the wet glide of his length inside of you felt fucking delectable. You recognised no one had fucked you like this before, letting you cum over and over on their cock like this while they held back their own orgasm, and it made your head dizzy. Youâd have to come back to Seungmin for more, you thought, and you didnât hate the thought at all.Â
The bed rocking suddenly caught your attention, and you whimpered, trying to alert Seungmin of the noise. The last thing you needed was his parents hearing you get your back blown out by their son, who you claimed to hate. You reached back, trying to grab his arm, but he was groaning loudly, cockhead hitting your g-spot with every thrust.
âSeungie, âs too loud, the bed,â You managed to get out, drooling on his pillows. Seungmin let out a loud groan before he was pulling you back onto him, forcing you to fuck back onto his cock.
âAnd? I donât care. Pussyâs so fucking good, gonna make me blow, shit,â Seungmin mumbled. âYou ready for my cum, brat?â
âYeah, want it, please, please Seungie, fill me up, breed me!â
âBreed you? You want me to breed this pussy, dirty pup?â He bit your neck sharply, making you keen. You nodded erratically at his words. You couldnât think of anything better than him filling you up with his cum. âCum with me. Flood my cock.â
His hand came down on your ass again, and as you felt his hips stall, an unfamiliar warmth filling up your pussy, you let go around him. Your pussy fluttered with delight - probably also confusion, because oh my God, you were cumming twice? With someone else?
It felt messy, juices gliding everywhere as he just rocked his hips a little to ride out your orgasms, and then you were left to fall flat on the bed. He pulled his softening cock out, sighing when your pussy oozed out his cum onto his sheets. He didnât seem to care about his bed, much more entranced with the sight of your hole gaping after him.Â
Heâd fucked you so good your pussy was going to remember the shape of his cock forever. That was for sure.
You let yourself drift, brain going blurry until you felt a cloth wiping between your legs. It was cold, slightly wet as it rubbed over your swollen folds, and you whimpered, trying to shift away from the touch.
âStay still, brat. âM just cleaning you up.â You nodded, face still buried in the sheets. It was then that Seungmin finally pulled your panties down, chucking them to the floor and pulling a pair of basketball shorts up your trembling legs. Were they⌠his? Heâd put you in his clothes? Bizarre. You didnât even react when he spun you over, pulling a baggy t-shirt over your upper body. Heâd gotten fully dressed in a plaid pyjama set, baffling you. When had he done that?
You were moved again, positioned on a very firm chest and a bottle of water pressed to your raw lips. You glugged it down thankfully, blinking up at Seungmin. His hair was mussed, but pushed back with a cute Pochacco headband. Wow. He was actually cute.Â
There was a beat of silence, then Seungmin spoke. His hand was tracing your scalp, running his fingernails over it. âI meant what I said. Youâre my girl. I think you always have been.â
You scoffed. âYours?! Iâm not a possession, Seungmin-â
Seungmin kissed you softly, giggling when you still tried to yell. Had he always reacted this amused when you bitched at him? You realised that⌠yeah, he had. It really did entertain him. âYouâre so cute when you have a go at me like that, you know? Such a brat.â
You twiddled your thumbs together when he pulled away from the kiss, staring at the bottoms of his plaid pyjamas shyly. âSo⌠you wanna be like, together? Since youâre hot, and all.â
Seungmin chuckled again, pulling you closer to his chest. âAs long as you never ever stop bitching at me.â
âI donât think I could stop even if I wanted to.â
âI like you that way, brat.â
END.Â
ËĘâĄÉË
EPILOGUE
Sieun stared at you upon your arrival to breakfast. Her parents were preoccupied in the living room, and her eyes settled directly on your neck. You knew that your neck was littered with bite marks, hickies galore, but youâd tried your best to hide it.
âListen, Iâm so happy for you,â She began, hand clasped tightly around her mug. âI know I always ask you for details of sexual escapades, but I kind of donât need to know about how good my brother is in bed.â
âOh, yeah, for sure,â You nod, agreeing. âBut he does know where the-â
âStop!â
A mug of coffee is placed in your hands, made just the way you like it. The steaming liquid is a welcome warmth, as is the kiss that Seungmin presses to your cheek. You blush, staring up at him when he wraps his arms around your waist.
âGood morning, brat.â
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âwhatâs this?â ⢠kim seungmin
M D N I 18+
Synopsis: Seungmin finds one of your smutty books and teases you about it to the point where you BOTH take advantage of the situation.
WC: 1.7k
Tags: smut, piv, unprotected sex (be safe), afab!reader, bsf!seungmin, dom!seungmin, sub!reader, degradation (whore, slut, filthy, minx), light dacryphilia, creampie, seungmin is a little mean, ass slapping, hair pulling, light system, biting, blowjob, talkative seungmin, prob forgetting some sorry :(
âHey, whatâs this?â You hear your best friend say from the living room as you grab a snack from the kitchen. âWhatâs what?â You roll your eyes at the vague question.
âThis.â You glance up to see Seungmin with the most shit eating grin ever. Your eyes flicker over to the object heâs holding up, itâs a bookâŚit was one of those books. âThatâs nothing, so if youâd just-â You laugh dryly, attempting to snatch the book out of Seungminâs hand. But the brown haired man raises his arm above his head, flipping through some pages before letting out a chuckle.
ââOh god, fuck me harder-â what the fuck is this?!â Seungmin teased, the smirk on his face not faltering one bit. âNever took you to be such a freak.â He stated as he continued reading the pages.
âHe felt as she clenched against his cock, throbbing inside her pussy.â Seungmin read off the page as your face turned a dark hue of red. âMin, give it to me.â You say sternly, his antics only fueling your embarrassment.
Seungmin squints at you before flipping back a few pages until he was satisfied with the scene taking place in the book. âHe strides over to her, caging her body in his.â Seungmin read, his body moving closer to yours.
Your heart pounded as his arms caged you against the kitchen counter. âHis eyes falling to her lips, licking them as if he were craving to taste her.â Seungminâs eyes flickered to yours before shifting towards your lips, letting his tongue run along his lower lip.
Itâs then that you realize that heâs reenacting the scene from the book. The start of a smut sceneâŚwith you.
Your cheeks couldnât possibly be redder. Seungmin lets out a chuckle as he reads the next line, âHe leans in connecting their lips together as one, moving passionately against one another.â
Seungmin glances back at you as he leans his face dangerously close to yours. You gulp as you notice his eyes flicker down to your lips once more. âMin,â You breath out shakily, hands flying to his biceps.
âYouâre so dirty you know that? Getting turned on by me reading a erotic sceneâŚyouâre filthy.â You shut your eyes and bite your lip, praying that no sound pours from them at his sudden degradation.
âOh and look at that, you really are a slut.â
âFuck.â you groan, your thighs rubbing against each other instinctively. âTheir tongues danced against each other as his hands wrapped around the curve of her ass, squeezing at the flesh.â
His hands followed what the book said, trailing along the dip of your back before gently cupping your ass. You stare up at him with anticipating eyes.
âWhat?â Seungmin tilts his head teasingly, âYou want more?â You groan before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and connecting your lips. Seungmin almost jumped in shock, not expecting you to have actually kissed him. He thought that the borderline groping was gonna get him kicked out of your apartment.
Seungminâs hands stabilize on your hips as your lips move against one another, teeth clashing and tongue gliding along. Grunting as he pushes his hips into yours. âYouâre a little shit you know that?â You huff out against his wet, swollen lips.
âSays the person who has an erotic book.â Seungmin cocks his head to the side. Youâre suddenly aware of the proximity between the two of your bodies. You bite your lip, yearning to connect his lips to yours once more. As if he read your mind, Seungmin cups your cheeks, licking at the bottom of your lip allowing entry.
Seungminâs hands trail once more down the curve of your ass, gently massaging at the flesh there. You roll your hips into his with neediness as your tongues move along one another. âShit,â Seungmin groans, his lips detaching from yours to rest his forehead against your shoulder. âYou canât just do that.â
You peer down at the previously arrogant, teasing boy in front of you, just see his ears bright red. You roll your hips once more to tease him, feeling his hardening cock beneath his slacks. A small groan left his mouth. âAnd you called me dirty for getting turned on.â You tsked. Seungmin huffed out a laugh.
His grip on your ass suddenly tightens, lifting you onto the counter. The cold marble counter, causing you to let out a shaky gasp. Seungmin takes the opportunity to kiss you once again, his hands smacking lightly at your ass.
He presses his erection into your crotch as he lazily humps into you. You bite your lower lip to stifle your moans, Seungmin notices. He brings his fingers up to your lips, parting them, allowing your sweet moans to slip from your mouth. âLet me hear you, yeah.â
âCan I?â He asked as his fingers trace along the hem of your pajama shorts. Youâre quick to nod, wanting everything that your best friend is willing to give. Seungminâs larger hands slip past the waistband of your shorts, helping you lift your hips to slide them off all the way. You donât miss the way he stiffens at the sight of your soaked pussy thatâs clinging against your panties.
âShit, youâre such a fucking minx.â Seungmin sighed as he ran his hands up and down your thighs, âPull this off for me.â Motioning to your shirt, you quickly understand his prompt, lifting it up and over your head. âFuck, youâre such a slut you know that?â
You moan softly, rubbing your thighs together. You need friction. You need to be touched. You need his touch.
âMin please.â You plead, growing desperate for his touch. âWhat?â Seungmin cocks his brow at you, âGrowing needy are you?â He simply tuts, shaking his head at you. âMin, I swear to God-â
âWhat?â He tilts his head, âAre you gonna beg for it?â
Frustration clouds your mind leading you to push him off your body, getting off the counter before gently- yet forcibly- pinning him against the counter. âI hate you.â You pout, nonetheless sinking to your knees in front of him. âYou say as youâre about to suck my cock like a slut.â You playfully slap his thigh before unzipping his jeans.
You stare at his bulge in front of you. Heâs bigâŚnot too big that youâd be scared of putting it in you, but just enough to wear it might sting. âStop staring at it and put your pretty mouth to good use.â As you pull his boxers down, his cock springs out, standing proudly at your face.
Seungminâs breath hitches as your lips trail kisses along the shaft, making your way to his tip. âFuck,â A throaty groan pours from the brown haired boyâs mouth as you take him into your mouth. âYou look so pretty with my cock in your mouth- taking me so well.â He grunts between shallow breaths, gripping a handful of your hair tightly.
You never thought Seungmin could be so vocal during sexâŚyou were wrong.
Seungmin guides your head along the length of his cock by the grip of your hair. The slight sting only turning you on even more. Suddenly, he pulls you all the way on him; tip hitting the back of your throat as you gag around him. Your hands fly up to his thighs, patting them to notify him. Seungmin helps you off his cock with a pop.
âYou okay?â His tone changes as he watches you cough excessively from the lack of oxygen. âYeah.â You manage to say between breaths. You finally peer up at him after gathering yourself from almost suffocating on his cock. Seungmin gulps as he sees you teary eyes and wet eyelashes staring up at him in an almost innocent manner.
âFucking hell.â Seungmin breathes out before raising you up from your knees and placing you on the counter once more. âFuck, youâre so dirty you know that? Iâm gonna fuck you so good, hm.â His rough hands rub along your inner thighs, trailing a bit higher with each passing second.
âGod, please do.â You groan, instinctively separating your legs as he strokes himself. âYou know the colors?â Seungmin cocks his head at you with a smirk, you eagerly nod in response. âWords.â
âYes I know the col- oh my fuck!â You let out a moan as he, without warning, moves your panties to the side and rams himself into your throbbing cunt.
He roughly pushes your torso down, hand wrapping around your throat- not to the point where you're lacking oxygen, just a slight pressure. The sounds pouring from your mouth are almost pornographic. Wet squelching and skin against skin noises echoing throughout your kitchen. At the corner of your eye you notice the book that had been forgotten long ago.
Seungmin follows your gaze, with a free hand flipping a page. âGod youâre so beautiful, sucking my cock inside your wet pussy.â You groan, though not out of pleasure, but for the fact that at one point you thought reading smutty books was better than experiencing it.
âStop!â You gasped out, Seungmin glanced over to you and gave you a look, his grip on your neck loosening ever so slightly. âYellow-â He stops, âwith the book! Keep going though.â Seungmin chuckles at you as he begins to pick up his speed.
âGod youâre so beautiful. You knowâŚIâve liked you for a while.â Seungmin grunts into you, his hand leaving your throat and grasping at your hips to stabilize you. âMinnie- please stopâŚreading the book.â
âNot reading anything.â He stares at you, âI do like you.â Your body automatically clenches around him, that familiar knot in your stomach threatening to release. âFuck Min, I like you too-â Seungmin cuts you off abruptly with his lips. The feeling of both of your bodies together and knowing each other's feelings cause you to both spill over the edge.
Seungmin eased out of you, his warm cum slowly dripping out of your cunt. âShit youâre so perfect.â Leaning in and placing a kiss on your lips before helping you off the counter.
âYou fucked up my back.â You joke as the two of you laid on your bed after cleaning the mess you left in the kitchen. Seungmin raises his eyebrow at you, a small endearing smirk resting on his lips.
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dating him | kim seungmin
â kiss me first â
chan | lee know | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | SEUNGMIN | jeongin
best friends to lovers type beat
it HAS to be
like seungmin doesnât give me eager for love
i donât think heâs ever rly prioritized it
thatâs why itâs essential that this is a best friends to lovers love story
bc he wouldâve had to fall in love in between the silence of friends
there isnât even a light bulb moment
more of an âohâ moment really
like oh, iâve fallen in love with my best friend
bc i think it takes A LOT for this boy to add romance in his life
he strikes me as the type that prioritizes his comfort and his routine
so he doesnât fall in love easily
but turns out, heâs not so immune after all
seungmin has sudden urges to kiss u too
like woah đđđ letâs check the label first đđđđ
YEAH. BEST FRIENDS.
he couldnât take it any longer tho
he asks u out and long story short
heâs ur boyfriend now
he doesnât rly change much
seungmin is still a menace
this time he just gets to kiss you
heâs always comparing hand size with u
size kink much ?!!??
teases u bc ur hand is smaller than felixâs
and that boyâs hand ⌠miniature
tbh i think itâs just an excuse to hold ur hand
but once he shows u his palms, u already know whatâs up
either hold his hand or COMPARE
is 100% the type to hold ur hand in the pocket of his hoodie btw
his face is nonchalant the whole time
he does it when he notices ur hands r a little cold and trembling
itâs his attempt to warm ur hand up
i think his face is nonchalant bc itâs just natural to him
like he doesnât think anything of it .. just him helping his partner so they donât suffer
his favorite date with u would be karaoke dates
u know how in korea, they have karaokes where u can challenge other rooms
yeah u do that a lot
and when u start losing, u just whip out ur secret weapon
aka kim seungmin
what can u say
itâs all about winning
and u are a sore loser
seungmin ofc ends up winning it for u guys so u always get free food bc thatâs the wager yall always bet on
he always lets u decide which food too
and if u rlly like the snack uâre betting on, he tries extra hard
(hereâs a secret: he thinks of u when he sings love songs so that extra bit of emotion he uses while singing ? lowkey uâre still the reason u guys won)
another favorite date of seungminâs is visiting dog shelters
you two have successfully named all the dogs in ur local dog shelter
uâd just visit from time to time to check on them and play with them
âhi fang!!!!! whereâs ur sister and ur mother!!!! how about berry 2.0 and kkami wannabe!!!!â
eventually, you guys do adopt ur own puppy
he gets jealous at first bc now ur attention is divided
but then HIS attention gets divided
i think u two would be good dog parents
he would activate the puppyâs playful side
youâd swoop in when ur puppy is tired and u just wanna give them love and cuddles
he likes it when u refer to urselves as the parents of ur dog
also loves talking in 3rd person like âmom is mad at me todayâ to ur puppy
anyways moving on
his love language is for sure acts of service
would fold ur laundry for u
would do ur most hatest chore
heâd make u coffee the way u like in the morning
and itâs all just instinct to him again
like he just DOES it without being told to
HOWEVER
however âŚ.
listen to me
if you ask him to do something for u
kim âkiss firstâ seungmin spawns
âseungmin, can you reach this for me?â
âkiss me firstâ
âseungmin, do u know where my shoes are?â
âkiss me firstâ
like DAMNNNNN taking advantage of the moment, i see
he enjoys it so much
heâd have his lips puckered, knees bent a little to ur height, and he waits
bc he knows u always do it
btw i think he has a secret instagram just full of photos of you âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸
heâd tell u he has a photography acc
little do u know, itâs just you all over
is that why he loves to bring his camera around in dates ?!?
unlimited supply of his hoodies #2
but unlike chan, he acts like it bothers him
he just likes riling u up
another way he riles up up is whispering dirty things to u in public bc heâs just a little shit like that
would be the type to say âmake meâ
and also âprove itâ
likeeeeeeâŚ
have fun with that thought!
third favorite date is driving around
with his arm around your car seat or rested on your thigh đđđđđ
iâm totally sane rn
is not above doing things in his car
u didnât hear it from me
another hot thing he does are slight squeezes on ur thigh or tapping it to the beat of the music
UGHHGHHNGYNFNFNBGBBGBG
btw when U get to fluster him
he suddenly hugs u
and uâre like ?!!????
u try to look up at him but he presses ur face on his chest, his hand on the back of your head
itâs so u donât see how red his face is
OR HIS EARS
so if he suddenly hugs u for no reason
you already know why
anyways
whatever
u two are each otherâs biggest supporters
bc before u were together, u were best friends already
he knows u like the back of his hand
despite being a little shit, u know heâs in love with you
bc u hear him whisper it when he thinks uâre asleep
and he lets it slip out a lot when heâs tired or when heâs a little tipsy
and he holds u while u sleep and kisses you and comforts u
he rly does love u a lot and cares for u
sometimes i think uâd have arguments just bc he cares about u too much
like u couldâve put ur health at risk
and he isnât all about that
anyways seungmin doesnât need to be grand and showy about it for u to know
sometimes, all that matters is what happens behind the scenes
seungmin best boy
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In my dreams
Seungmin x reader. (fake) enemies to lovers. my interpretation of in my dreams by tearliner, love X stereo.
Seungmin has never liked you. You never understood why, but you were slowly coming to terms with it. However, you gradually come to learn that there is more to his feelings than what meets the eye.
skz song series
cw: reader has anxiety and deals with lots of self-doubt and insecurities.
a.n: the end of our skz song series!! and a pretty personal final fic, this one is based on my own experience with anxiety, so it might differ for everyone :) thank you for reading as always <3
You watch, a soft smile on your face as two little girls play with one another in the playground. It reminds you of simpler times, when you could just walk up to another human and become friends with them instantly.
But reality is much more challenging, especially for someone like you, constantly plagued by their anxious thoughts.
Anxiety didn't tiptoe into your life, one drop at a time so you'd get accustomed to its overwhelming presence. Instead, you woke up one day and it barged into you, through cracks and dents you didn't even know existed in your being, and then it made itself a permanent home within the confines of your heart.
You never truly learned how to live with this parasite feeding off your soul, draining you completely until you became a mere shell of who you once were. You never fully adjusted to the invisible hands choking you from within, to the voice nagging you in the back of your mind, telling you that something horrible was bound to happen.
Because nothing ever went wrong, day after day, nothing bad happened. And yet, the feeling of dread persisted and lingered until you started to believe that the problem was you.
And once you opened the door to self-doubt, you could never fully close it again.
You're too overwhelmed, too nervous, too much of everything bad. Your conversations are scrutinized, down to every syllable you uttered, to the way you smiled and how you laughed. The interactions might differ but the regret that haunts you after is the same.
So, you diluted your being, in an effort to be more acceptable, easier in the lives of the people around you. You believed that if you pleased everyone you ever encoutered then at the end you must satisfy yourself too.
You sigh softly, drumming your fingers along your knee. Youâre starting a new year in college tomorrow. Your first one wasn't exceptional by any means. Aileen, the girl who sat beside you from time to time was nice, and you grabbed coffee sometimes as you prepared for your exams together. But she had other friends, ones she's much closer to, ones she invited to her birthday party, ones who she didn't simply fill her free time with.
You shake your head, putting a stop to the thoughts in your head before they get too much once again, pushing you over an edge you don't want to be in right now.Â
You'll try harder this year. You'll be okay, for once.
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Your professor Lee is scribbling something on the large whiteboard, as he waits for the class to fill up. Someone sits next to you, and the smell of their cologne wafts to your nose- hints of vanilla and wood seemingly calming down your nerves. You quickly take a glance at them, to find a guy with long brown hair and freckles dusting his cheeks. He's taking out his notepad from his bag, and you smile at the chick keychain he has on it. He catches you looking and you quickly avert your gaze, heat creeping up your cheeks.Â
"Hi, I'm Felix," he greets enthusiastically, and you turn your head slowly to be met with his wide grin. It softens his features, making his eyes turn into moon crescents. You envy his ability to smile without overthinking how he looks.Â
"Yn," you introduce back, and he nods, the grin still etched on his face. "You were in my Economics class last year, no?" he asks and you tilt your head to the side, as you mull over his question.
"I was but I don't remember seeing you," you admit sheepishly and he waves a hand in the air, not bothered the least by your words.Â
"It's okay, I just remembered your presentation on Inflation. I finally understood why we can't just print more money," he admits with a chuckle, and you giggle against your will.Â
"I don't blame you, it sounds like an easy solution," you agree, and his eyes widen.Â
"Right! when I tell my friends they just stare at me in disappointment."
You laugh at his adorable pout, an unfamiliar warmth stirring within your chest. He's nice.Â
"I'm glad I helped you then, I was so nervous presenting it," you clear your throat as he smiles impressively at you. "Really? I couldnât tell at all."Â
Mr. Lee calls for your attention and you both turn your heads back to the board. You couldnât really focus, Felixâs words echoing in your head like a broken mantra- he couldnât tell you were nervous. A sudden relief dawns on you at the possibility that, maybe, not everyone is aware of the neverending storm raging within you, threatening to drown you at any giving moment.
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"Movie night at my dorm?" Felix proposes as he packs up his bag, your two hours long class finally done.
"Will Seungmin be there?" you ask, a slight edge to your voice and Felix pauses, shaking his head at you.
"Yn, you're overreacting. I promise he doesn't hate you."
"Have you ever seen him smiling at me?" you ask, arching your eyebrow expectantly at him. He stays silent and you wiggle your finger in the air. "Exactly! Please tell me he won't be there."
"About that... He's helping me bake the cookies," Felix smiles sheepishly and you groan, falling dramatically on your seat.
"Iâm not coming."
"But the cookies," Felix pouts, and the promise of the chewy baked goods is so enticing it makes you second-guess your decision.
"The cookies...," you whine, and Felix giggles grabbing your hand to pull you up.
"Iâll see you at 5?"
"Yes," you concede, a small smile on your lips. You wait until Felix bids you goodbye for it to finally slip from your face.
Seungmin has never liked you, from the moment Felix introduced you to him. You still remember it clear as day, the way his eyes slightly widened when they fell on you, before narrowing down. How he didn't utter a single word when Felix left you both alone to get your drinks. Your panic grew as an uncomfortable silence reigned on the both of you, and you racked your brain for something to say to cut through that eerie quiet. Â
"Seungmin, right?" you asked, a bit too cheerfully, and you winced inwardly at your tone. He didn't reply, only humming back. It was so faint you wouldn't have caught it had you not been staring at him intently.
"What's your major?" Your voice cracked.
"Computer science." He replied curtly, and you waited patiently, expecting him to return the question. He didn't. And you shifted awkwardly from one foot to another. Maybe he just didn't do well with strangers. Maybe he wasn't a chatty person, to complement Felix's extroverted nature.
But you were wrong. You watched in complete astonishment as he teased Felix relentlessly, a wide smile on his face. It made his eyes soften, a newfound fondness itching itself on his expressions. He laughed and he joked and you felt yourself shrink more and more, this way he wouldn't notice you anymore, wouldn't glare at you as if you did something horribly wrong to him.
Felix tried to include you as best as he could in their conversation, but you tuned it out. It was hard to focus on their talk when there was a tumultuous one ongoing in your mind. Seungmin's behavior just further cemented every horrible idea you held about yourself. There is something wrong about you, and he can see it. You may have fooled Felix but you didn't fool Seungmin. If you were him you wouldn't talk to you either.
Every encounter with Seungmin since then left you feeling fifteen years old again, in a classroom full of unkind eyes zeroed on you. You tried to talk about his interests, to string along a normal conversation, one that would reassure that your first encounter was a wrongful impression.
But he did not like talking to you, only offering short replies in response. Itâs as if his tongue was tied in your response, and in return it only magnified the knot in your stomach. You went through every conversation with him a million times in your head, trying to pinpoint what exactly went wrong. What warranted him to be so silent in your presence, and yours only, as if you werenât worthy of a simple conversation. And the answer always tied back to you.
So, youâve been avoiding him like the plague for the past month, sparing him the chore that is existing near you. It was particularly hard since Felix was his best friend and roommate, and surprisingly he actually enjoyed spending time with you. Still, you couldnât help but think that it was only a matter of time before Felix started to hate you too. Â
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"You're moving too much," Seungmin chastises and you freeze in your place at his words. You are sitting on the couch of Felixâs dorm later on that day, a horror movie playing in the small TV before you. Felix decided to lay on the floor, buried in a pool of yellow blankets, and a long pillow that weirdly had the picture of one of their friends printed on it. "It's my safety net," he explained and you didn't question him any further.
For some reason, Seungmin decided to sit next to you, instead of the opposing couch. Granted, he can see the TV more clearly from here, still this is the first time he willingly went somewhere near you, let alone talked to you.
You decide to ignore him, too focused on predicting the next jump scare, your feet tapping the floor furiously. But still, it happens so abruptly, eliciting a startled gasp from you, anf you clutch the edge of the couch even tighter. Â
"Close your eyes," Seungmin speaks suddenly and you raise an eyebrow at him, confused.Â
"There is a jump scare coming soon," he clears his throat, "just... close your eyes if you don't want to see it."Â
You comply without much thought and soon enough, you can hear a shrill scream coming from the screen. He was right.Â
"It passed," he says softly, and you tentatively open your eyes once again. There is a foreign expression on Seungmin's face, one you haven't seen before, but it passes as quickly as it came, like a dream slipping between your fingers as soon as you wake up.Â
"How did you know?" you ask, hugging your knees tightly to your chest.Â
"I already watched this movie."
"Really? Why are you watching it again?"
"Because. I had nothing better to do," he says, almost defensively, his hand now covering his mouth as if he had to physically stop the words from spilling out.Â
You don't reply, turning back to look at the screen. Seungmin doesn't tell you when a jump scare is coming next, he simply taps your arm, and you close your eyes on cue.Â
His hand brushing against your bare skin feels weird, not uncomfortable by any means, but it still is a foreign sensation. You didn't know he had such soft hands, and you always imagined them to be cold. But they are warm, and you wonder what other things about Seungmin you've been wrong about.
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"I'm so tired," Felix groans, laying his head on your shoulder and you giggle, patting his head in mock sympathy. It's been three months since the start of your year, which means that the assignments are starting to pile up on you all.
"Me too," you sigh, and Seungmin stays silent next to you. Felix dragged you both to this coffeeshop, a little outing to recharge his spirit, as he texted you. You're slowly getting used to Seungmin's brooding presence. He talks to you a little more, even cracking a few jokes here and there. But youâre still wary of him. You keep your guard up just in case he forcefully brings a mirror to your face once again, reminding you of everything you despise about yourself.
"I'll go order, it's my treat. Pick a place for us?" Felix says and you nod, walking ahead of Seungmin towards a table near the back.
You sit down first, and Seungmin follows second, sitting right across from you. You quickly bring out your phone, scrolling mindlessly through the apps to distract yourself from the man in front of you.
"You have a presentation tomorrow, right?" Seungmin speaks up, startling you, and you slowly put your phone down.
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Felix told me that it makes up 25% of your grade. Are you nervous?"
"A little," you admit, even though âa littleâ didn't even begin to cover it.
"Don't be. You'll do well," he says, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You almost feel as if you've imagined it before it dissipates.
"Thank you," you nod, as Felix brings the tray down your table.
"Is this for me?" you ask tentatively, pointing to the strawberry milkshake, a sore thumb sticking out between the iced americano, and the hazelnut Frappuccino, Seungminâs and Felixâs respective go to orders.
"They got the order wrong. I got you an iced matcha," Felix pouts, double checking his receipt.
"It's okay," you smile slightly. There was nothing you despised more than having to change up your order.
"You don't want to drink this," Seungmin says, staring at you expectantly and you wave your hand in the air dismissively. "I don't mind."
Seungmin stands up, grabbing the drink from your hand before taking the receipt from the table. He goes to the counter and you watch in astonishment as he comes back, a green drink in hand this time.
"Here," he hands you your cup, before grabbing his own and sipping from it. Your drink is cold, but the warm tingles spreading through your being at his sweet gesture outweigh any other feeling.
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Talking in front of 267 people never gets easier.
You memorized your presentation; you rehearsed it so much you could probably recite it with your eyes closed. Yet, the nerves still found a way to weave themselves inside you. Your hands were shaking, so much you couldn't even stare at the notes you prepared. Your palms were sweaty, blood rushing rapidly to your ears, tuning out your voice as you spoke.
You canât even recall what you said exactly, itâs as if your body had a mind of its own, your mouth moving itself without you commanding it. You arenât sure how it was, but someone smiled at you reassuringly from the first row, and the professor clapped, so you assume you did okay.
The class finally ends, your nerves slowly dissipating and leaving in their trail an excruciating exhaustion. You rub your eyes tiredly, as you slowly walk out of the door, before stopping in your tracks when you notice Seungmin leaning against the wall, hands buried in his varsity jacket.
His eyes are closed, a pair of earphones dangling across his chest. But then, as if he feels you looking at him, he opens his eyes, locking his gaze on you. You stay put in your place as he walks to you, his bag loosely hanging from his shoulder. He hooks his thumb underneath the strap, keeping it in place
"How was it?" he questions, and it takes you a few seconds to register what he was asking about. Your presentation. Was he waiting for you?
"I think I did well?" you reply, but it comes out more of a question to which he giggles softly.
"Are you asking me?" he teases and you roll your eyes playfully. "I did well," you repeat and he smiles, nodding a bit. "Iâm sure you did. Here." He opens his bag, taking out your favorite chocolate bar from it- it had bits of caramelized pistachio and almonds in it. Seungmin doesnât like it, he prefers plain milk chocolate, as Felix told you one day.
"Eat this, I ended up buying two by mistake, I still have an extra one at the dorm." You grab it from his hands, and he quickly leaves before you could properly thank him.
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You always dread the days you'd wake up with a heavy weight crushing your chest.
You try to distract yourself, try to focus in class and take notes. You try to laugh at Felix's jokes and savor the brownies he just brought you. But you can't. It feels as if you're a cup filled to the brim, each passing second bringing you closer to when that fateful drop would finally make you overflow. And you could do nothing but watch yourself unravel.
Seungmin's eyes never leave you, and it only makes your anxiety spike. It feels as if he's peering inside your soul, witnessing how a cord ties itself around your throat, making it impossible for you to breathe. You can't speak anymore, every word you say threatening to make tears spill out of your eyes. You aren't sure you can make them stop if they ever start falling.
Nothing happened, nothing's happening, you try to remind yourself. But you are scratching your hand incessantly, and you feel an overwhelming need to flee. To run away, somewhere where only you would witness the display of your broken soul. So you sputter a meek excuse, and then you stand up and head to your dorm.
It's raining outside, and you don't have an umbrella. But you are grateful for it, since the rain mingles with your salty tears, shielding them from the curious eyes of the people passing by. You need to get home, you need to hide somewhere and you need to remember how to breathe-
"Yn," a hand grabs your forearm and you startle, instinctively taking two hurried steps back. It's Seungmin. He removed his blue hoodie and he's now placing it over both of your heads.
"What are you doing? You'll get sick," he sounds mad, and you can't take his disappointed tone anymore.
"I'm having a bad day and I don't need you to make it worse," you say, startling yourself with the raw emotion in your voice.
He physically recoils from your words, his arms faltering as he gazes at you, a wounded look in his eyes. "I make your days worse?" he asks quietly and his voice sounds so small, you can't help the regret that courses through you.
"Come on, Seungmin," you chuckle warily, "don't you hate me?"
"No?"
"Hate is a strong word, okay. You dislike me."
"I don't. Why would you think that?"
"Because you never wanted to talk to me, from the moment we met. And it wouldn't matter if you were this way with everyone, but it's only me. And you make me feel so small each time I'm around you," you ramble angrily, as Seungmin's eyes widen with each passing second.
"Yn, yn, I don't- I didn't know you felt this way, but I don't hate you. I truly don't, I promise you," he's panicking, voice growing higher with each word, and you feel a sudden embarrassment flood your being for lashing out at him.
You don't know what to say and he sighs, looking up at the cloudy sky before meeting your eyes once again.
"This is embarrassing, God, um..." he places his hoodie on top of your head before running a hand through his face. "I don't talk to you because you make me nervous."Â
"I do?"
"Yes. A lot," he chuckles, a pink hue tinting his cheeks. "I just... I find you very interesting, and funny, and I like watching you, not in a creepy way, my God what am I saying," he whines, hiding his face in his hands and you can't help the giggle that escapes your mouth.
"Don't laugh," he pouts and you nod, willing the smile to disappear from your face.Â
"I like watching you exist. Just laugh and smile and talk. You look very pretty doing it. I just don't know how to deal with it. That's on me."
This time the smile is effectively gone from your face. The weight of his confession distracting you from the turmoil of emotions that swirled within you.
"I'm sorry, for making you feel that way. I never meant to. For what it's worth, you make me feel like a small kid again, as if I'm having a crush for the first time."Â
A fresh wave of tears brims in your waterline, and Seungmin's eyes soften at the sight.
"Please don't cry," he says, gently wiping the rain droplets from your cheeks. "I don't hate you, I think I like you too much and that's the problem."Â
I'm sorry I misjudged you, until you wiped my tears off away
"Okay," you say quietly, your mind not yet registering what he said, too busy focusing on his hands on your face. You can't believe you've ever felt invisible because of Seungmin, when he's looking at you like you're the most precious being in the world.Â
"You had a bad day?" he asks, his knuckles brushing against your cheek tenderly, and you nod, silently.Â
"Would you like a hug?" he asks, and you nod again. A hug sounded nice.Â
He steps forward, wrapping his arms around you. His t-shirt is cold, clinging to his now wet skin. But a surprising warmth emanates from his chest, shielding you from the pouring rain- it travels from his body to yours, as if it's a familiar path, one it underwent a million times before. His hand finds your back, and he pats it gently, following a soothing rhythm, one you try to sync your breathing to. "You did well," he whispers, "you always do well," and his words feel like a patch of shade on a scorching day.
You exhale softly, tightening your arms around his waist. You think you can stay here, for a while. You could rest in Seungmin, now and tomorrow, and maybe for the following months. If he still likes you this much.Â
BonusÂ
"I'm ready," Seungmin says, his soft hair tickling your bare skin. He's laying on top of your stomach, black tie undone, a piece of crumpled paper in his hands. You can tell he's nervous, with the way he looks up at the ceiling, avoiding your gaze. You lean down, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of his head. He closes his eyes, his hold on the yellowed paper slightly faltering.
"I'm all ears," you whisper, and he smiles softly at you, before looking at his written vows- the ones you decided to read to each other after your wedding ceremony, just the two of you, in your personal bubble. It feels much more intimate this way, they are words meant for you only to hear, after all.
"My love," he starts, and he can already feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He blinks repeatedly, in a desperate attempt to keep them at bay. "If I'm reading this it means I finally married you, which is probably the best thing I've ever done in my life." You giggle and he can't help but smile at the sound of your laugh.
"I am writing these vows one year into our relationship, I haven't proposed yet, but I just know you're the one I want to marry. And I suppose I don't want to forget everything I want to say to you, when that day comes." His words make your breath hitch in your throat as realization dawns on you- he wrote this three years ago, and he kept it safe, till this day.
"I still remember when I saw you for the first time. I couldn't talk because you looked so pretty, and you were smiling at Felix and I felt an overwhelming need to be the one you were smiling at. I think you cast a spell on me because I couldn't even ask you about your major back, I couldn't believe how awestruck I was. But you already know this, don't you?" He looks up at you, pressing a quick kiss to your stomach and you smile widely. You still remember when Seungmin recounted the first time you met, from his perspective. Rosy cheeks and fumbling words as he explained how much he felt for you in that instant, and how little he could express it.
"But there are still things I haven't told you," he clears his throat. "Like how Felix told me what horror movie he was planning to watch with you, and I looked it up the night before, to memorize all the jump scares just in case you were afraid. And you were, and I'm glad I did. I don't even like horror movies, but it was worth watching it three times in a row, just for you."
"Also, how I had to run out of my class to yours, so I'd catch you after the end of your presentation. I bought that chocolate only for you. I kept a stack of fifteen bars hidden in my desk, just in case you were feeling down, and you ended up needing it. I kept asking Felix about everything you liked, and disliked, and he was probably sick of me at that time," he chuckles, as memories of begging his roommate for any bit of information about you flooded his mind.
"I don't know how far into the future it'll be when I'll finally read this to you. I don't know how I'll be, or where I'll be, but as long as you're with me then I must be okay. I used to overthink everything, plan every part of my life so it'd run smoothly. That is until you came into my life, so suddenly, and you flipped it upside down. I didn't care to plan my life anymore, all that mattered is that it revolved around you," he pauses, sucking in a deep breath.
"I knew I wanted to marry you when you took me stargazing. You talked about the stars and galaxies so excitedly. And then you brought up Saturn; how it was unique among the planets, adorned with thousands of ringlets. And I remember thinking that you're my saturn, you're the dazzling planet that everyone admires and I'm the ring spinning around you, the one you're keeping afloat. And as long as you're here, I have a purpose and I'm okay. So please..." his voice wavers, as silent tears slip out of his eyes.
"Don't leave me. I know we're married now, but still, don't leave me. I love you. I feel like I've loved you in different lifetimes, in different earths and timelines. Everything can come crashing down around us, but one thing that'll forever remain the same is my love for you. I was made to love you, after all. My eyes were made to look at you, and my hands to graze your cheeks. And my heart... My heart was made to beat for you. And I love you. I feel like I don't say it enough but I truly love you. As long as I'm breathing then I'm yours."
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LUST
âžââşâ pairing: OT8 x fem!reader Ëâŕżŕť đđđđđđđđ: Lee Minho plans a little getaway with his closest friends, their wives, and you, his girlfriend and most adored and prized possession, right after he intentionally reads your private diary and leaves him wandering with your writing about something particular.
đđ ŕŁŞË đđđđđ â đđđđđđđđ: MDNI 18+, smut, cuckolding, mention of age gap, cheating, est. relationship, pet names, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, daddy, dreg, corruption & praise kink, impact play, handjob, oral sex, fingering, clitplay, boob play, slight roleplay, gangbang, double penetration, bukkake, unprotected sex, creampies, cumplay, & more !! Ě Ě ęˇęŚ Ě Ě ęˇęŚ word count: ~15k
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a/n: happy and spooky october! my very first kinktober event! (and ot8 lmk what u think:3) i tried to put a tiny plot lol
âI decided to take a couple of days off, well, starting with this weekend at leastâ expressed your boyfriend calmly, turning the page of his book, disinterested.
You sat up, turning your body to see him and slightly loosening the grip of his arm over your shoulder as you lifted your head from his chest and watched him happily and confused.
âWhy is thatâŚ?â you asked him with a smile on your face.
Your eyes sparkled and Minho, your boyfriend, saw them directly, causing him tenderness, you knew there was something about him, you noticed something different from the first instant since you knew him so well, it was the first thing you noticed in the morning, but for some reason, you didnât ask him and now you felt like you were about to know the reason.
âI just⌠want to relax, I havenât done that in a while, even before my birthdayâ he expressed, with his typical tone that you knew so perfectly, that there was something more in-depth in his short and simple answer.
Also, he wasnât the kind of guy who brings up the topic of his birthday and doesnât seem fazed by surprises.
You squinted your eyes for a moment and watched him, every faction of his perfect, chiseled face, watching him closely and you knew what a lousy liar he was, Minho wasnât making eye contact with you all of a sudden and was about to burst out in nervous laughter.
âItâs okay loveâ you finally replied, genuinely happy for his decision, âyou know how happy it makes me that you take these breaks and be with me, itâs to be with me, right?â
He smiled warmly at you, tenderly showing his front teeth and hugging you again as he finally closed his book. You melted at his expression and countenance, you really loved every part of him. You were both there, on a quiet Sunday on the couch reading placidly, Minho sitting and you lying on his chest, enjoying each otherâs warmth and company. But in a way, he was a little unsettled and you hadnât noticed that yet since he was acting so natural and calm.
âOf course I do, honey, I adore being with you⌠Iâve planned to go to the cabin, shall we?â
You nodded happily, pulling your face closer to him.
âI love the ideaâŚâ
And before you could kiss him, he spoke again saying:
âAnd have the boys come with meâŚâ
Minho blinked suddenly waiting for your answer, but you pulled away from him a little and quickly thought thatâs what all the mystery surrounding him during the day was about.
âOh, youâll go only with tâŚâ
âNo love, I want us to go, them and I thought Iâd invite their wives.â
You didnât know what to say for a moment, you just stared at him for a few seconds and you could think that it was his cabin anyway, his own property and he could decide what to do with it at his own will, so you just smiled, deep down a little disappointed because you had already got the idea into your head to spend a weekend alone in the relaxing forest with your boyfriend, an activity he really loved; but you respected him a lot, absurdly a great amount that you used to be so modest with him to what led you to be submissive to him, something you have discussed previously, in that you may have different opinions and you were more than free to express everything with him, yet you didnât know exactly why you couldnât accomplish it. You loved the cabin, it was so spacious, it was literally a big house, the landscapes were beautiful and Minho had it very well kept as it was like his own sanctuary. There was this idea that if he didnât have to be a civilian and functioning adult with a job in the city, he would live in the quiet of the forest without thinking about it, but it was a few hours outside the city and its access was not so easy. He always offered you his cabin as a way of escape for inspiration in your new work, but he was busy all the time and couldnât stay with you there, causing you fear and uncertainty to be alone in the forest so you just politely declined every time.
âItâs okay, Minho, it will be funâ you replied kindly, giving him a quick kiss anyway.
You felt the softness of his lips for a brief moment, thinking about that homely, adventurous, and manly side you loved about him, he adored his typical âman activitiesâ, being outdoors, camping, fishing, building things, giving you instructions when you didnât know how to do something he knew almost automatically like fixing a car, putting together a piece of furniture and all those little things he took care of, sighing softly, every now and then letting out an aghh in a whine and looking at you with his big eyes in a falsely disapproving joking way to continue to help you anyway with all his willingness and affection, all those small and simple actions in huge contrast to how you met him, so formal, academic and modestly. You loved him so much and he loved you too.
âI knew youâd like the idea, princess. Do you want me to buy you a new wardrobe to go into the woods this time? Itâll be cold and the last time we went it was summerâŚâ
Your cheeks turned warm quickly, something about him spoiling you too much, buying you and giving you everything, absolutely without whining and you without even having to lift a finger, still caused you some shame, you wanted to earn it, you had been unemployed for months now after graduating, but Minho was supporting you and he used to tell you that you shouldnât think like that, you did work hard, in writing your new book⌠but simply, you didnât manage to finish it. He has given you everything and so many opportunities that even the slightest thing shocked you, despite your already long-standing relationship.
âIâll see what I can buy myselfâŚâ you wanted to emphasize the words buy myself, implying that you would use the money they used to pay you from time to time when you sent the manuscript of some chapters.
âBuy all you want, use my card, dearâ he sentenced with a smile, âDo you want more coffee?â
You didnât even reason his question and nodded somewhat stunned, the next thing you saw was your boyfriend get up from the couch to grab your cups on the nightstand before you and walk to the kitchen. You followed him with your eyes, you wanted to be so grateful to him in such a way that he could feel it and touch it, he kept telling you that he knew you were grateful and that your final art will be a delicious reward for him, but sometimes you felt the need to do something for him⌠but you couldnât think of something concrete, not like the things he did for you. You also thought, as you leaned your body back against the couch, how much he loved the cabin, and his 7 closest friends, so when he mentioned âthe boysâ you knew exactly who Minho meant. You met them over time in your relationship, at reunions and birthdays, you got to be at the birthday party of Seo Changbin, Han Jisung, Lee Felix, Kim Seungmin, Bahng Chan, and the upcoming was Minhoâs, you met the rest of his close group, Yang Jeongin and Hwang Hyunjin. Only four of them were married, Chan, Changbin, Seungmin and Hyunjin, and of those four, all except Chagbin already had children, about the others, you really did not know their love situation. But you also knew their respective wives and to be honest... They seemed to you, like women with eccentric but empty personalities, and it was not as if you took the time to know perfectly well Minhoâs best friends, you only knew their occupations and their approximate age, all of them were older than you, even the youngest was a decade older than you.
Suddenly curiosity flooded you⌠why would Minho suddenly want so many people on his property, Minho was so reserved and enjoyed solitude, and his home being invaded by 11 people sounded so exhausting, even for you who hoped not to be the main hostess, you thought that he definitely had a reason and you wanted to find out what it was about. Minho on the other hand was nervous, it was more than obvious that there was a reason but he didnât feel completely confident about sharing the idea with you⌠without you calling him sick. A very very sick man, invading your privacy and abusing your trust, but since just a few days ago the disturbing idea did not leave his mind and he wanted to act slow, seeing the result of his craziest thoughts.
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âDo you want to say goodbye to our privacy for the weekend?â you mentioned cheekily, moving dangerously close to Minho.
Itâs been five days already, since your boyfriend prepared each one of them with every little detail to go to his house in the forest and make a good impression as a host, with his closest friends and some of their wives.
He frowned in confusion, small dewdrops falling on his straight, short, dark hair, as he closed the back door of his SUV where he had stowed all the luggage.
âHuh?â
âI mean⌠I love fucking in the cabin with you and now weâll be with more people aroundâ you commented, pouting a little.
Minho chuckled, incredulously running his tongue along his cavity, amused by your comment, he looked so fucking good, his face just awake, still him in all his senses.
âGod, y/n, itâs seven in the morningâ he smiled amused with his hands on his hips, almost indignant, âYouâre thinking about sex this early?â
You blushed, âMmm, Iâm kinda horny.â
âWasnât last night enough?â
You denied frantically, wrapping your arms around his body, âI can never get enough of youâŚâ
Minho released a chuckle, returning your tight embrace, wrapping his strong arms around your lower back and drawing you into his body as an adorable but mischievous smile graced his pretty face and he looked at your countenance in amusement.
âMmm, okay, but we canât be late, itâll be quickâŚâ he mentioned in a low, thick voice, moaning softly in jest as he walked around moving your body trapped in his arms, alerting all your senses.
You were glad, you smiled happily moving the muscles of your face and raising your ears on the spot, being touched by Minho always put you in a perfect mood.
âWeâll be right on timeâ you replied, lost in the closeness of his face, lips, and soft chin.
âIt better be because that fucker Seungmin is always on time.â
You laughed, somewhat stunned letting yourself be carried by his steps to the entrance of his home, where once inside, Minho pushed you against the door and took your lips passionately, surprising you a little, you tasted the fleshiness of his lips and his fresh breath from his oral hygiene just a few minutes ago, his left hand held your cheek while with the other he squeezed your waist tightly; you had dressed so cute and autumnal that your boyfriend had to kiss you after seeing you all dressed up, hair and make up done, dressed in your denim mini skirt, sweater and thin scarf while he was telling you in your ear and between kisses how cute you looked, how much he loved you and how you looked like a cute little doll like that, completely ruining the random lip combo you had chosen, he also got horny seeing you like that, with your mini skirt and such a candid look, getting even jealous for slight seconds that his friends would also see you like this every day, since you werenât confident enough with them to walk around in your comfortable and loose clothes inside the home, so you had packed different and elaborate outfits with all your necessary makeup, Minho was heated halfway through your kissing session, but unlike you, he knew how to calm down and didnât ask to do it right there, but it certainly left you wanting more, with your poor core muscles tingling restlessly, but you just watched as your boyfriend stopped, pretending to be shocked and busy, saying he had to get everything into the car and if you would help him, leaving you pining, but right now he was kissing you with much more intensity than a few minutes ago, his body was getting closer and closer to yours to the point where you could feel the hardness of the door on your back and the stiff denim of his crotch with his hard penis trapped in it, rubbing against you.
It took you small seconds to keep up with him, his lips and tongue moving nimbly across you and you couldnât help but feel the typical tingle in your bottom, enjoying the moment and fantasizing about how much you love sex and intimacy with your boyfriend. It wasnât something you used to remark on, but your mind kept spinning on how much of an expert Minho was with you, it wasnât like you were the most expert at sex either since, after all, he was the first with you in everything and he was the only person you knew sexually, but he made you feel so great, he knew exactly where to touch you and how to drive you crazy, if that made you young and naive you didnât care, you loved every moment of the day you got to explore with him, explore the endless desire and pleasure you had until you were panting after you climaxed so intensely.
Minho loved every part of you, he used to ignore the fact that you were younger than him and were slightly a doll to him, so moldable and manipulable to his desire, but he put that aside âor at least he convinced himself to do soâ and was quite the gentleman with you, because he loved you, even though sometimes, most of the time, he notices the way you love to be treated a little rough in bed, driving him absolutely wild, fantasizing in all the ways you both could get to fulfill both of your fantasies. In fact, he notices every detail about you, it is inevitable for him not to be aware of you and to be deeply obsessed with you, your relationship started that way, with piercing glances from him to you in places where he should have been professional and kept his posture, but you were the fucking temptation in person, making his life miserable the time he couldnât have you.
But now, he had you all to himself, all the time, every moment you both desired, Minho adored every inch of you, he praised the ground you walked on, he loved that you were his and taking you around as his most special person and his most prized possession and award, nothing took away his smug smile every time he held your hand in public, he adored possessing you so his deep kisses trapped every part of you as you felt the warmth of his organ separate from you to go down to your neck, gently pulling the thin fabric of your scarf, causing you to tingle and shiver but the feeling didnât stop, as you suddenly felt his lips on your neck, breathing in your scent, kissing your skin, losing himself in the pure paradise that the sweetness of your being was giving him.
Minho took a deep breath, his libido on edge and his cock throbbing at your slightest proximity, he was losing his mind, he wanted to bite your skin, to revel in your sweet moans of his teeth mistreating your docile young skin but he held back, like a man aware in his senses, but lately he has been holding back a lot when it came to you, one part of him wondered why and the other knew exactly the reason, with a slight prickling sensation in his chest, Minho has been thinking too much about it.
âFuck, bunny, I canât fuck you right now, but Iâll be quick and take care of that needy part of youâ he whispered into your neck, his heaving breath rocking you, âWe canât be lateâŚ. or, fuck it, do you want me to fuck you now?â
His right hand traveled from your waist to your pussy, cupping it for a moment, sending a pang of sudden surprise arousal through your body, you bit your lip, still with the feel of his on yours, with his taste and the madness it was taking you to feel the tip of his nose brush against your neck.
âItâs okay, Minhoâ you answered without thinking, and without even reasoning a single word he had said, you werenât thinking clearly, your hormones were high, and you just enjoyed the pressure of his palm on your clit.
âYeah, what?â he murmured in amusement, pulling away from you to stand in front of you, with a half smile, enjoying your docile expression of pleasure.
You looked up at him into his huge, completely dark eyes which watched you expectantly. You blinked to try to reason but he pressed his hand against your center again making you release a soft moan.
âWeâll be lateâŚâ you replied with difficulty, your face was turning red, you were starting to get hot, âYou can do whatever you wantâŚâ
âSay what you want, nowâ he ordered, his sudden switch surprised you but you liked it at all, he sounded so serious.
âCan you take care of me quickly, pleaseâ you almost gasped in supplication.
âYou just love when I make you feel good, donât you?â he replied haughtily with a smile on his face, giving you a fleeting kiss.
Minho quickly slid to the floor, staying right at the height of your skirt, which he lifted it and his smile somehow got bigger as he saw you wearing tiny protective shorts under it, something in him quickly fantasized about the fact that you were not a bad girl looking for evil, you could be spontaneous and naughty and only wearing your underwear underneath, instead you were protecting yourself as you would be at least almost 72 hours along with more men.
âGood girlâ he whispered, panting and mumbling, yanking roughly at your shorts and panties.
You watched Minho, glancing down at him from above, you couldnât deny how incredibly aroused you were and of all the areas of your body that cried out to be touched, it was in more desperation your sweet throbbing cunt, you wandered between your thoughts and his lewd acts; if only you had ignored the fact that Minho had to receive his friends and decided to be completely filled by him, you would already be naked, pressed against his body as the two of you created more tension, as he prepared your body well before fucking you hard because Minho loves to have you so wet, messed up before finally inserting his well-endowed manhood into you, it was something so common with him, but no, instead, before you could even process it, your handsome boyfriend captured your pussy in his mouth, leaving you stunned and gasping, kissing your area dirtily and nimbly, his lower lip and tongue caressing your folds, labia and clit, his upper lip rubbing on your pubic skin, sucking finely. You thought about how much you enjoyed having him eat you whole and, that if he decided to do it with the same delicacy and passion with which he always gives you oral sex, you would only drag out your orgasm and that might lead you to fall behind with your journey, but you were so needy all of a sudden, that a little bit of your boyfriendâs magic and movements in your desperate spot was enough for you just now.
Minho looked into your eyes raising his gaze and did not take his mouth away from you, he closed it, daintily brushing his lips to gently kiss your mons pubis and moved towards you again, parting your folds and losing himself in your pulsing clit, sucking on it, not caring about your skirt in his mission, as it was tight enough to stay stuck above your hips. You intertwined your hand in his soft hair, enjoying your boyfriendâs warm cavity in your slick. Minho was equally or worse exasperated, so he couldnât help but torture himself further and in one swift movement he unbuttoned his jeans with one of his hands and pulled his cock out, almost grunting with your pussy in his mouth at the sensation of his hard piece of flesh exposed, pumping in pleasure, he stroked it, filling his hand with his own precum and began to masturbate gently, while with you he remained somewhat rough.
His suction increased in intensity, making you let out a squeal and then bite your lip, his tongue was increasing in speed, his licks were more constant and deeper, you were building your orgasm magically, but you lost your mind as you felt his fingertips caress your folds and then run them more roughly through your wetness until they sought your entrance, teasing you with a single finger, then inserting two, effectively thrusting them inside you, you were a mess of sighs and heavy breathing but you let out an audible moan again as you felt his third finger in you and the gentle nibble of his teeth on your sensitive area.
You were both in bliss, his cock being stimulated by himself to orgasm but not missing a beat in you, finding himself multitasking as he satisfied you with his hand and mouth. You began to shudder, feeling the tense climax in every inch of your body, his fingers were filling you, his tongue licking you all over making incredible shocks of pleasure come to you as you looked into his eyes from time to time, his whole pretty face buried in your core as he struggled with himself masturbating. You gasped in exasperation as you moaned his name, you loved moaning his name, stroking his hair, watching him satisfy you. Your stiff muscles ached but your core was being divinely pleasured and without warning, you cum on your boyfriendâs magical fingers fucking your insides.
Minho pulled his fingers out to taste every part of you one last time, jerking his cock hard until he squeezed and expelled every drop of cum loaded in his sizzling arousal, groaning through his teeth as he ran his thick tongue naughtily cleaning every part of you, making you slightly restless again and hard to recover from your orgasm, because you knew it was a little provocative game Minho liked to play on you, but before you could become aroused again, he broke away from you, raising his face to look at you, his mouth glistening from you, smiling genuinely happy as if he had tasted something finely delicious.
âGo on, princess, go get cleaned up, Iâll do the same and meet you here at the front door to go, okay?â spoke Minho softly.
You were both agitated, but satisfied that you couldnât have asked for anything better before starting your little adventure in the forest of which you had no idea what you were in for or about to do so in the meantime you kept calm about it, but the more you thought about it and the closer and closer you got to your destination, you were terrified of the idea of looking like an immature girl who was all the time next to her boyfriend because she didnât have enough confidence with the rest of the people who would be there, because the more you thought about it the more absurd it seemed to you the matter or the reason for such a weekend. You tried to look on the bright side, but deep down you hoped it wouldnât be a long or tedious weekend at all.
You two went to get cleaned up and returned with big smiles to get into Minhoâs car and drive a little over two hours out of the city to officially head into the woods. You fixed your makeup on the way as Minho drove, gently squeezing your thigh as he gave you a smile and headed off on his way to his property, you returned the sweet gesture with a smile and excitedly, did your best not to sleep, talked the whole ride with Minho and had fun selecting music.
âPlay something from IU, babyâ commented your boyfriend watching you holding your phone to handle the music, then looking back towards the highway.
âIUâŚâ you replied playfully, squinting your eyes and pouting at him, annoyed.
Minho laughed and the rest of the ride was so enjoyable, you were a little sleepy but it was enough for you to see the attractive profile side of your partner and suddenly you would blurt out something that came to your mind. But in moments of silence, when the music was the only thing that accompanied you, you thought about the situation, it was obvious that Minho wanted to spend some time with his friends and he would leave you with the wives of his best friends but⌠what the fuck could you talk about? You were a recent college graduate, your hobbies were so normal and banal to those of a young girl your age, but from there also came your uncertainty and insecurity that you would be judged and that they would think of you exactly the same but with Minho, if you are young and your vision or ambitions were oriented differently, then what were you doing with Minho, but it was an answer that you could respond surprisingly with the most cheesy and even childish words, but because you loved him, the support was mutual and thatâs why you were with him.
âMaybe⌠this weekend you can finally find inspiration, sweetie.â
You hummed in response as you nodded softly as he interrupted your thoughts, but right after hearing that you went back to diving into them and the constant worry you had about writing something; Minho noticed your silence immediately wanting to remedy the problem.
âOh, my dear, I wasnât telling you that to pressure you, you have time, enjoy, I love youâ he said worriedly, speaking fast and controlling his impulses to let go of the steering wheel to hug and touch you.
âOh, it wasnât thatâ you replied unconcerned and somewhat guilty that you made him feel bad, âItâs okay, Iâm sorry, Minho. Thank you.â
All the things Minho did for you. Or at least you always thought so. You just wondered if you could ever give it back to him.
Some time later you arrived at his house, your excitement and nerves grew once the tires of his car passed through the forest dirt and on a cool, beautiful October morning, two lovers stood in front of the house you never thought held surprises for you.
The cabin, as Minho used to like to call it, looked the same as you remembered it the last time you went, in the summer just a few months ago, but the atmosphere was cooler, the sky was gray and it was adorned all around by the beautiful autumn color palette, it was cozy, it was absolutely all the essence of your lover Lee Minho in one property.
âIâll take the things out, hon. If you want to sleep you can go inside, itâs all ready, the housekeeper left it spotlessâ he added, coming up to you to hug you and pin you against his car door.
âItâs okay. Iâm not sleepy, reallyâ you wrapped your arms around his neck, âBesides your friends could be here any minute.â
And just as you said that, you both could hear perfectly besides the sound of the wind and leaves flying, the sound a car driving up to your direction. You both turned your head to the left waiting for the car to show itself, until it did a few minutes later.
âWas he coming behind us and we didnât see him?â added Minho amused, not releasing his grip on your waist.
You didnât react, you were so comfortable with your arms on his shoulders that you both watched in anticipation as the car parked and the people got out of it.
Kim Seungmin. Just the person Minho had said would arrive first. Minho had all these characters as best friends. Kim Seungmin, superstar baseball player married to the model and creative director and manager of one of the most famous girl groups currently, basically she was a socialite and businesswoman, Jung Jisook, but better known as Kim Jisook legally taking her husbandâs last name.
You felt the womanâs judging look as she lowered her Chanel sunglasses from her face, watching as you and Minho continued like two lovebirds cuddling. You felt bad for a small moment and slowly stopped hugging your boyfriend, who also gently pulled away from you to move closer to his friend.
âFuck, Minho, Iâm early againâ Seungmin said suddenly, putting his hands on his hips falsely indignant.
âNice to see you again, Minho, the house is beautiful and you have the lake for yourself, amazing. I want a lake house too nowâ added the woman happily, approaching your boyfriend to greet him, âThank you for inviting us.â
âHow are you Jisook? Itâs good to see you too, and donât worry, my house is your house. Howâs Jungmin?â
Jungmin, the Kimâs little two year old boy. You havenât met him yet.
âMy sister is taking care of him by herself these daysâ Seungmin replied, âWhy did you bring us here again?â he joked, âAh, by the way, nice to see you againâŚ. Y/n, Iâm Kim Seungmin in case you donât remember.â
You let out a giggle, you were absorbed by the situation around you that you had even forgotten to speak.
âHelloâ you replied shyly, waving your hand, âMr. and MrsâŚâ
âSeungmin, pleaseâ he interrupted you with a smile to which you nodded, he looked straight at his wife, waiting for her to do the same.
âJisookâ she replied despondently.
You bit your lip nervously, you understood and felt her slight disdain for you as before you, in Minhoâs life there was someone else, his ex-wife Miyeon, who you were very much aware is still a close friend of his best friendsâ current wives.
âWell, settle in, make yourselves comfortable, Y/n will show you to your room."
âYou seriously have rooms for everyone? Thatâs greatâ Jisook added, âHoney we should get something like that, wouldnât that be fun?â
âThe forest at night?â her husband replied, âNo thanks, Minho likes it because heâs a maniac.â
You laughed at his comment and waited for Seungmin to put their bags down. You watched him carefully, you had to confess that each of Minhoâs friends had their own particular charm and, each of them were really attractive men. Seungmin had innocent looking, droopy-kind eyes, short black hair and a manly, elegant and slim build, with a clean and slightly boyish appearance.
You finally opened the house and led the Kims into the room your boyfriend had previously indicated. You saw Jisook inspecting the place as she walked in and somewhat awkwardly you were about to leave them alone when a âThank you, y/nâ from Seungmin stopped you for a second.
You didnât know if you were crazy, if you were seeing things that werenât but Seungminâs tender and kind look at you changed for a second, his dark eyes were shining and you could notice how he subtly checked you out, somewhat mischievously. You smiled and walked out, frowning and wondering if it was all in your imagination.
But there were so many of their intentions that you didnât know, Minhoâs big little secret baiting you, you were the main attraction, the real reason for those menâs stay at Lee Minhoâs cabin.
You rejoined Minho outside the house, watching each of his friends arrive, taking surprise after surprise as you watched each attractive man walk through the door of the house behind you as you directed them to their room since that was the task Minho had assigned for you.
Next, Seo Changbin, who complained when he arrived and did not think he would be early, but it was all arranged by his wife who wanted to be near the lake; he was an aeronautical engineer with a PhD and a professor at the prestigious university where Lee Minho himself was also a faculty member; accompanied by his pretty model wife and owner of a womenâs sportswear line, Seo Chaeryeong. Changbin, in addition to mathematics, loved to keep his image healthy and exercise, so his appearance was muscular and his eyes were so uniquely shaped.
Next, Lee Felix, arriving alone, something about him looked anxious but happy, he was a handsome, freckled, big eyed man with long, blond, dyed hair, he arrived confident with a blue designer suitcase, Felix was a programmer who worked importantly designing video games or something like that you understood from Minho. Right behind him came Hwang Hyunjin, a painter who owned galleries with his wife Vittoria, an exclusive interior designer, who had, together with Hyunjin, been involved in much of the cabinâs interior for years now.
Later at about the same time, Bahng Chan, owner of a boxing academy, which Minho attended, and chief of police in the city, together with his wife Miah, who you had no idea what she did but lived a good life with Chan. After him, Yang Jeongin, the youngest of your group of friends, editor-in-chief of a major fashion magazine, arriving with a huge smile and charisma, secretly being one of your boyfriendâs favorites.
At this point you were exahusted, you didnât expect to see so many people all of a sudden, you had forgotten your social battery, but finally, your boyfriendâs best friend, Han Jisung, the handsome Han Jisung, producer and composer of major entertainment companies, could not be missed.
They were all, the house was certainly full, a few hours had passed and you were already starting to judge each one with a bit of your writerâs mind, but you decided to ignore it, letting yourself be carried away by the simplicity of the time. Minho had planned it all, cooking for you, getting together for lunch, setting up around the house so you could relax, you were having a good time leaving the fact that you felt highly judged by the four women older than you.
The first day went so well, you went to sleep with Minho kissing him sweetly good night but⌠the nightmare came the next morning, when your boyfriend distanced himself from you to spend some time with friends and you were forced to spend time with the eccentric and millionaire women, at first it went well, Chaeryeong, the youngest after you, invited you to run early along the forest, which you accepted, when you were about to do so, her husband was outside, preparing some things with the other guys, setting up camping tents because apparently they would be spending the night outside today and after she gave Changbin a quick kiss and started jogging, he gave you a half smile and you couldnât help but feel watched again, just like the first day Seungmin did, in fact you have been feeling watched, heavy gazes on you.. but you thought you were starting to get paranoid, they didnât bother you, but they confused you too much⌠why were they looking at you, as if you were in the spotlight and suddenly they wanted to eat you with their eyes.
You didn't give the matter a second thought, you came in from your little exercise, clearing your mind by jogging through the trees, feeling the cool air hit your face, leaving you breathless and in a cold sweat. You went back to the cabin, showered and dressed up again this time slightly more comfortable and natural, you thought you were going for a quiet afternoon, but your boyfriend forced you to spend the rest of the afternoon with the women in the town 40 minutes away.
You couldnât believe it, there you were, in Hwang Hyunjinâs car while his wife was driving, you didnât know if Minho was waiting for them to become your best friends overnight, but it was absurd⌠they were something unbelievable. You didnât want to judge them as women blinded in the perfect life and glamour, but they were exactly that, you didnât blame them, if you had the necessary money god knows how unbearable you would become too, but, being with other people, seeing the sunsets and the sunrise from a new perspective, all those little factors that were making you become yourself again little by little, you were inspired.
You arrived, spent a nice night under the stars and a campfire, eating smores, telling absolutely everything, each one was so talkative in their own way, you could feel why Minho appreciated them a lot, but the robots at their sides didnât help them at all, you wanted to love them, you wanted to feel in the closeness and trust of women, but you had such neutral opinions about them, they judged with their eyes every time they laughed loudly and you understood that sometimes it was annoying, but not to be reflected that way all the time. The camping tents were in vain, in the end everyone went to sleep inside, that night Minho surprised you, being overly affectionate all of a sudden.
âLook at the viewâ he said, hugging you from behind, sniffing the smell of your hair as he pointed to the window.
Darkness and more darkness, only a pine tree being dimly illuminated by the light outside. You never stopped to think how scary it looked at night because you were all the time accompanied by Minho and you felt completely safe.
âIt looks scaryâ you spoke your mind.
âIt really does, a little bitâ he spoke in your ear, turning you unexpectedly to face him.
You looked into his eyes, you understood exactly what was going on.
âI need youâ he confessed to you.
Your cheeks turned pink, you were a little shy to have sex because it was so likely that they could hear you, in that case, Felix, Jeongin and Jisung who slept in the same room near yours.
âI donât know, Min, I don't want to be vulgar and be overheardâŚâ you expressed apologetically.
Minhoâs mind spun around, vulgarity, noise, scandal, it was all he could think of lately.
âIf you donât want to do it princess thatâs fine, but if you want to do it we can be so, so quietâ he whispered, seducing you as he brought his face dangerously close towards you.
You kissed him. And he got his way that night, it wasnât like you refused either and, with a hand over your mouth, trying to cancel out any noise coming from you, you and Minho fucked that night. The forest was silent, your muffled moans and Minhoâs withheld moans decorated that night.
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The next morning you woke up without the silhouette of your lover by your side, you took a shower and got ready to go downstairs for lunch but everything was particularly quiet that Sunday morning, your last day of adventure.
You looked around a bit scared, it was as if there was no one else in the house, giving you chills, lunch was ready, at least yours, set on the kitchen island, but there was no one there, but suddenly Minhoâs presence managed to scare you a bit.
âYouâre awake, baby. Come, weâre outside, have lunch here with us.â
Minho spoke softly to you, giving you a kiss on the cheek and taking the plate of food, the glass and the cutlery to head towards the back area of the house where Minho had a sort of balcony or small living room outside to relax. You were glad not to be alone for a moment, but the strange feeling inside you returned when you saw that it was only his seven best friends sitting there. You felt the piercing gaze of each of them with every step you took.
âHey, Y/nâ Chan greeted you to which you smiled nervously, sitting down.
âHiâ you replied to everyone in general.
You just wondered where their wives could be and how seeing you there alone among them all was questionable, or was it just your mind making you think that.
You were a little shy, yet you dared to look at each of their faces, it really seemed as if they knew something you didnât, they were hiding something.
The rest of your lunch none of the wives showed up and you felt so shy to ask, but none of them felt shy with you, questioning you down to the smallest detail.
You didnât understand what was going on, but they did.
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Finally back home almost at dusk, you couldnât help but think about the way you met Minho and that maybe thatâs one of the main reasons why you were getting disapproving looks from wives, you knew it was wrong, it wasnât the best of cases but it happened, you released sparks and your love was born unexpectedly. You had met Minho in a somewhat unfavorable way, in your last winter at the university before graduating, Lee Minho was your professor. At first there was nothing but sighs and complicit glances that you thought were only coming from you, but you didnât know you were driving Minho crazy and over time⌠it was inevitable, you got closer and closer to each other on winter break, he took you on clandestine dates, showed you his home, showed you his heart and a side of him that he didnât think would ever come out again after his divorce, but by January he was already confessing to you that he had never flirted or fallen in love with a student⌠that the fatality of the situation was inevitable⌠but that if somehow you both had to try, you didnât hesitate, at that point you were so immersed in him, everything had his name written all over it and it was perhaps because he was your first great love. You started dating secretly until you graduated and by June he offered you to live with him to which after thinking it over, you accepted and everything with you had been wonderful so far, everything could have been perfect if it wasnât for your constant feeling of stagnation at work.
You looked at your boyfriendâs profile side and reenacted in your mind the slightly weird moment when he almost forced you to spend with his 7 best friends, you knew you shouldnât take it that way, but all the women leaving and leaving you alone with 8 men was a situation you were left to think about⌠but you were so sweet and naive that you didnât have the slightest idea of the thoughts that ruled the mind of the one you used to think of him as a sweet and tender lover, Minhoâs thoughts.
Minho had a degree in languages, literature, in grammar, courses and postgraduate degrees in publishing and among countless other things that surprised you, his family owned a popular and old publishing house which only further developed Minhoâs passion for literature and one of the things that made him fall in love with you was your sensual and unique way of writing, the way you chose the words to develop the perfect paragraph of whatever it was you wanted to put forward, the subtlety of your eroticism in words, for when you were both secretly lovers you used to write short stories from a compilation of these in a book he published under his publisher under a pseudonym you both chose, the thrill of something so morally wrong, the ephemeral and forbidden sex in his office, all that motivated you so much, but now he lived with a broken heart that you couldnât find something concrete to write about so you could have your first book.
Minho saw you frustrated even though you tried to hide it, and on several occasions he witnessed how much you used to write in a notebook, by hand, to which he curiously asked you one night what it was about, to which you nervously answered that it was just your personal diary.
At first he didnât care, he thought it was cute the way you still wrote by hand, when even he couldnât keep that level of commitment, but one night, a Saturday night to be exact, a week before he proposed to visit his house in the forest, you went out with one of your friends leaving him alone, so he came into your office, really without any purpose, he saw the chair in front of your desk and remembered how tenderly nervous you were when he found out you had a personal diary, suddenly, curiosity invaded him: Minho knew he shouldnât, that he was invading your privacy but he was so curious to know, he shared all his secrets with you, but how many of them you kept.
And then, he looked for your diary, finding it after searching, you had hidden it. He wasnât going to sit down and read every page of your privacy as if it were the damned newspaper, he was just curious about what you were saying most recently, to which, that night, with his heart racing, he opened the journal and read, with a smile as he visualized your calligraphy on the paper.
I have had fantasies. I honestly donât know why if sex with Minho is wonderful. Itâs just⌠at first it was these dreams, so hot Iâd wake up in a daze, with wetness in my panties, feeling it so real, but Iâd forget them right away, they were blurry memories of this one and sometimes I just thought they were dreams where I recreated something sexual with Minho, sex on the couch, sex in the kitchen but, god, I sound like a perverted, sexually frustrated older woman in her declining sex life, but, I had this encounter, with one of Minhovs best friends ...
Minhoâs heart almost stopped beating for a second and he turned pale when he read that, continuing in panic with the reading, almost wanting to close the journal and not thinking that it could be about what he feared the most, an infidelity. He read on.
⌠and I think from there, for some reason my subconscious has gone crazy. I was always a firm believer that dreams sometimes had meanings, sometimes they were random products of your mind⌠but the fact that you imagine even when you are asleep seems incredibly fascinating to me, I always liked dreams, even if they are nightmares, itâs just that, itâs an indicator that your brain never turns off even for a second, I donât know, itâs something difficult to explain that fascinates me too much. The point is, I ran into one of his best friends while I was doing some grocery shopping and we had a nice talk and I couldnât help but think how different he was from Minho but the way I liked him so much, he is so handsome, I must admit, he has an exceptional charisma and I think from there my fantasies have grown, I think he is the one I dream about.
Minho stopped reading for a second to look at your manuscript in disbelief. While thousands of not so friendly thoughts ran through his mind: who were you talking about? What the fuck was that all about? Did you like a friend of his? Who? What was going on?
For a moment I had the idea of writing about that, about a woman who frequently has fantasies about her boyfriendâs best friend, but I donât know, I hope to elaborate and not fall into clichĂŠ, besides, what purpose can it serve? Will it be a book about infidelity? Am I unconsciously being unfaithful to Minho? I know minho is not like that, that if I tell him the idea and show him a draft he will be brutally honest and judge as a critic and not as a boyfriend, but I am so uncertain, what if he thinks it is something that happens to me, something I am somehow becoming very familiar with, or am I just overthinking it?
I talked about it with my friends, they told me itâs normal at the same time yes and at the same time no, they laughed at me saying that after all I just wanted to fuck his best friend, but then they argued something that left me thinking more than I already was.
First times and only loves. Minho is the only thing I know of love and I love him. But, it was also my first sexual relationship and my friends argued that itâs only because Iâve never tried another man other than Minho before.
I thought it was absurd, I love him, everything with him is great, the way he touches me and makes me feel, I can easily say that I want to be all my life with him, but the idea had already been embodied in me, they were right, he has been the only man, but it is normal that only sometimes I think what will it feel like to explore with more?
I donât want to leave him, I love him, I donât want to cheat on him either, but Iâm young and I want to experiment. But Iâm also young and I donât think clearly.
The more Minho read, the more dizzy he became, the next thing, he was astonished, words written by you of an explicit description of everything you would like to do, or at least, everything you dreamed of with a man who was not him. You described him as stronger, firm and rigid fingers going through your core, strong thighs hitting your body every time he penetrated you⌠god, Minho read absolutely everything with frightened eyes, he wished he didnât.
Curiosity killed the cat. Minho had stopped fantasizing about other women because with you he had it all⌠but your argument drove him crazy, he did have experience with more women, but for you Minho was everything, he didnât know whether to be flattered or confused.
He knew it was wrong and he shouldnât have read it in the first place but, the stunned left his body after a couple of days and something in him was ignited, the fact that you were so sexually turned on and wanted to try all kinds of sizes⌠his thoughts werenât exactly sweet, he imagined your sweet face while you were being fucked, wasnât that what you wanted and craved so much?
If you wanted to experiment with more men, why not do it with what he already knew and had full trust in.
The idea was unhinged and he didnât know how to put it to his friends, until he said it, so suddenly and in a serious tone as he used to be, a simple and classic Minho, gathered in tranquility, he blurted out:
âMmm, I think we should fuck Y/n.â
His friends looked at him puzzled, doubting if they had heard right. They knew how special you were to Minho, why would he offer something so insane? Or was it a joke?
It was a crazy idea, but in the end, they all agreed.
On the other hand, on the way Minho questioned you if you had felt good and if you had noticed the unhappiness and frustration on his friendsâ faces about the marriage, you found it strange because you idealized marriage so much and expected it to be the most sacred thing, hoping that one day you could unite your life forever with his.
ŕšŕŁ âŕšŕŁ ⸠á¨â â・°
And then you were seduced to another weekend in the forest, you were happy as your writing had flowed so naturally and your boyfriendâs gentle proposal filled you with excitement again.
âLetâs go one more time to the cabin, finally without so many peopleâ he mentioned to you spontaneously, while you were tending the garden in autumn as he gave you a resounding kiss on the cheek.
There you were again, but just as you arrived you got the huge surprise that you already had visitors.
âWhat is this? I thought we would be aloneâ you said to Minho before getting out of the car.
You werenât upset just confused by his strange behavior lately.
âRelax, princess. Itâs just 3 of my friends, they adore you, come on.â
Minho was quick to get out of the car. It seemed as if Bahng Chan, Hwang Hyunjin and Lee Felix were waiting for you. Again you felt inside you that feeling that they were planning and hiding something you had no idea about.
You greeted them. You tried to be okay but it bothered you that Minho was telling you half the things, or so you felt.
âHi, Y/n, what do you want to do today?â greeted you sweetly Hyunjin of which you were a bit confused.
Minho gave him a withering look as you both walked towards the entrance. Everyone was nervous but tried to hide it.
âCampfire? Camping? A movie?â added Chan.
âGo to the lake with meâ interrupted Felix.
You looked at them strangely because just a week ago your talks were still a bit formal, you didnât talk much like you could say that with all the confidence, but you didnât take it badly, you liked them, you saw the kindness of their intentions, or at least you thought so, they were nice men worthy of Minhoâs love so, you liked them too.
âNoâ Minho replied almost annoyed.
âIâm fine, thank you, what can we do Minho?â you asked innocently.
You managed to raise the gazes of the other men, seeing how you sought Minhoâs opinion on everything.
They remembered that moment in the backyard of Felixâs house where Minho summoned them when he told them about his crazy idea.
âShe's⌠pretty and submissive, itâs cute, she seeks my approval but honestly Iâll could never be able to say no to her.â
âToo pretty Iâd sayâ Changbin added amused.
Minho gave him a dirty look.
âAnd she asked you that she wanted to be fucked by 8 guys and you couldnât say no to her?â joked Seungmin.
âNo. Itâs not like that, itâs just, itâs something I know.â
âWho in the world asks his friends if they want to gangbang his girlfriend?â provoked Seungmin.
âShut your mouth, Seungmin, if you donât want to participate then forget thisâ Minho spat.
âOh no, Iâm inâ he quickly replied scoffing.
The rest of the friends laughed.
âThen why the fuck do you have toâŚâ Minho was about to comment but was interrupted by Felix.
âWhat do you know, you said you knew something.â
Attention went to the freckled man but once as soon as Minho warmed up his vocal cords to respond, all 7 pairs of eyes focused on him.
âI read something from her, how sheâs young and currently has been fantasizing about being with more men becauseâŚ. shit, I donât want to stir up your dirty fantasies, but-â
âAs if this wasnât dirty enough alreadyâ Jeongin muttered with a grin. Minho continued.
â⌠Iâm the only man sheâs been with, she has no other experiences besides me so, I donât know, it came to my mind to give her more experiences, me, deciding with whom, maybe itâs fear so she wonât go and cheat on me with some idiot I donât know.â
âThen itâs better that she cheats on you with your idiot friends, how thoughtfulâ Jisung spoke, joking.
But the idea that you were inexperienced flew in the heads of each of the men, they always wondered how Minho could have you, but now the most important issue for them was that now they could have you too. They were more than delighted.
Eight guys for you alone seemed so aggressive to Minho, so he divided his group of friends, Chan, Hyunjin, Felix and him on Friday; Jisung, Changbin, Seungmin and Jeongin would arrive early tomorrow.
The afternoon went fast. The men were so ready, but you had no idea.
During dinner, somewhat early, you felt Minhoâs hand provoke your center under your skirt, caressing your thighs, squeezing your clit. You hadnât thought about sex until Minho touched you.
Although you had to admit, seeing Chan always turned your cheeks red, because he was the one you fantasized about. Chan was so cute, he had a cute and contagious laugh, his face changed harmoniously every time he smiled, he was attentive, you got to know him a little more at the supermarket, when he had left work and was doing his shopping. But⌠none of his other friends were bad at all, if you looked at them in detail, it was hard to say you werenât attracted to at least more than one, or all of them, you felt like a little slut but, you were young and they were handsome men.
After that, you tried to watch a movie, but after 20 minutes they all went outside with the weird excuse of wanting to go get some air, you watched them confused leave and you were just left with your boyfriend, sitting on the couch.
âUh, itâs going to start raining, they should go insideâ you said, suddenly remembering the weather forecast and the sounds of thunder falling recently.
Heavy rain was coming, and not just meteorologically.
âY/nâ Minho spoke softly to you, placing his hand on your bare thigh.
Your attention returned to him, you were turned facing the direction the boys had left a short while ago.
âYes?â
Minho sighed, nervous, you put your hands on his back worrying immediately, you were about to speak but he said.
âI have this crazy idea, if you donât want to do it thatâs fine. Seriously, we can forget I said itâŚâ you looked at him scared, every faction of his face lit up by the TV as the movie continued to play, âI want you to experiment more, I want you to be free to try other men.â
You couldnât believe what you were hearing, it was as if he had entered your head for a second, you turned pale. Minho looked into your eyes, his eyes were shining, they were bigger and pleading as you looked at him scared.
âYou have every right to do itâ he continued, âBut I donât want it to be behind my back or with any asshole. If you want to do it, thatâs what boys are for.â
You looked at him puzzled.
âWhat?â
âYou donât want to have sex with other men? Isnât that what youâve been fantasizing about? Honey, Iâm telling you seriously, you can tell me anything, your every thought and desire and Iâll see about fulfilling every one of them.â
You wanted to scream noo! Logically at those questions, but you kept quiet⌠how did he know so much? Is it true that after all Minho knows you so perfectly that he could now read your mind?
You bit your lip, your world was spinning thinking about what he was implying that you should have sex with his friends. He was right, you thought, the idea was crazy and you should forget he even said it.
But⌠was it true? Or were you dreaming?
A loud thunderclap made you a little jumpy. You needed him to be clear.
âMinho, I- ⌠what do you mean?â
âThat if you want to try more men and have sex you can do it now. Chan, Felix and Hyunjin are waiting for youâ he replied slightly cooler.
You felt a cold breeze hit your skin. If you said yes⌠you were really going to have sex with them, if you said no, nothing will happen.
âAre you for real?â you replied in disbelief.
âI never joked for a second with you, my babyâ he gave you a quick kiss on the lips.
You were perplexed.
âI know itâs hard to think about it, you can take as long as you wantâŚâ
âAnd if I say yes?â you replied uncertainly.
âThen youâre going to have the experiences you wanted so badly.â
The rain came down heavily all of a sudden. The boys went into the house giggling and slightly wet.
Your heart raced, you heard their voices and laughter approach and in the adrenaline of the moment, you responded.
âYes, okay. I accept.â
Minho squeezed your thigh and smiled at you. The three men entered the room slightly wet with huge smiles plastered to their faces, you made eye contact with each of them and then averted your gaze, thinking that all this time they were here so they could fuck you.
You couldnât hide the fact that this strange situation excited every part of you, but then you thought that two of them are married, but one of them is Chan, you were going to try him for the first time. You bit your lip, your mind told you that you should feel remorse but you were not the least bit guilty of being Hyunjin and Chanâs mistress for one night.
ŕšŕŁ âŕšŕŁ ⸠á¨â â・°
You prepared yourself. You were nervous, rambling about the situation that you even took a shower, went back to fix your hair and put on makeup. You knew it was just sex but your mind kept thinking about it, not the dirty act but, what it will be like itself.
Minho came into the room. You were ready, you wanted to look your best for the other men waiting for you downstairs.
âAre you sure you want to do this, sweetheart?â
A flash of lightning illuminated the dark forest. You smiled and nodded, letting yourself be escorted by your boyfriend.
Minho turned on the house lights. He set up the main room, pushed aside the small table to leave the spacious carpeted floor space clear.
The three men sat waiting for you, leering and hungry for some of your young skin.
You sighed and Minho led you to the front of them. From left to right, Hyunjin, Chan and Felix. The rain was still echoing outside as you heard your loud heartbeat even in your ears, you were aroused like you had never been before that you were even afraid to tremble from the excitement built up in your body.
Their appearances, the way they were different and sat differently, their respective looks towards you⌠everything made you shudder.
âWellâ Chan spoke, âcan we begin?â
You nodded softly.
âYou look beautiful, Y/n, by the wayâ Felix suddenly blurted out making you blush.
âRulesâ warned Minho, âwe wonât do anything she feels uncomfortable about, as soon as she asks to stop or that she doesnât like something, we listen to her, okay?â
The men nodded.
âSheâll love itâ Hyunjin stated with a smile.
âWho do you want to start with, princess?â spoke Minho to you.
The question took you by surprise, Minho saw your innocent confused face.
âOh⌠you can start with yourself and, teach usâ whispered your boyfriend seductively, tugging at the hems of your sweater to take it off and leave you in your bra.
The thermostat was on in the house, yet you felt a sudden chill on your exposed skin.
Chan and Hyunjin bit their lip, one hand resting on their thighs as they stirred restlessly, uncomfortable from the large erection trapped in their pants. Felix averted his gaze shyly, but then stood in awe watching the spectacle.
You noticed the bulges in each of their crotches and yours began to throb, you thought how dirty it was, fucking four hot men at once, you had never had another experience beyond Minho and now you were going to have three more at the same time. You were wet and restless.
Minho pulled your skirt down, letting it fall gracefully to the floor, leaving you half naked in front of them.
âFuck, youâre beautifulâ Hyunjin murmured, finally stroking his erection.
âTake off her braâ ordered Chan in a thick voice.
You truly felt like a doll, letting yourself be undressed. Minho removed your bra and couldnât resist the sensation of massaging your breasts with both of his two strong hands. You bit your lip.
âShit, Minho, donât touch her yetâ Chan complained.
Felix watched you with wide eyes, scared but he was so excited, he wasn't sure if he wanted this, he was a little shy, but as soon as he saw you spread your legs and exposed you to the sun, he was ready to give you a little kiss.âCome here, babygirlâ ordered the older one.
Minho slowly let go of you and you obeyed his action by moving closer to him.
âSit on that end and start touching yourself for us, show us your sweet beauty, baby doll.â
You listened to Chan and watched as he pointed to the edge of the couch, to one side of Felix.
You almost moaned at the sensation of your slick fluids, you were so wet and the manly voice that was ordering you around was making you more and more sick. Felix watched you with wide eyes, scared but he was so excited, he wasnât sure if he wanted this, he was a little shy, but as soon as he saw you spread your legs and exposed your glistening pussy, his cock throbbed and his mouth salivated, you look so appetizing he wanted to lick you whole.
The four men moaned softly at the sight of your exposed pussy as you pulled the fabric of your panties aside. You leaned back against the armrest of the couch and acting on a voracious instinct for pleasure, you looked down at your exposed intimate area and began to touch yourself, then looked up at the other men.
You massaged your clit, felt your slick and let yourself go, trying to hide your shyness. You watched each of them closely, Hyunjin and Chanâs slitted, piercing eyes, in contrast to Felixâs big, kind eyes, almost as cute as Minhoâs, who was standing there watching the show you were giving his friends.
You moaned and closed your eyes letting yourself go, you slipped two of your fingers in and they became engrossed in the softness of your digits sliding into your wet entrance; their limbs ached, asking to be touched, while you enjoyed yourself, thinking that something else might be filling you right now. You quickened your pace without thinking, about to bring yourself to orgasm, but Minho interrupted saying.
âStopâ he walked over to you, squatting down in front of you, âKiss me baby, then show the boys how you do it.â
You looked at him confused. You were shaking, a mess, you never thought you would be this excited in your life. You took Minhoâs lips who kissed you wildly, leaving you breathless. Then you felt yourself being taken by someone else, you stood in front of Felix and the man kissed you shyly, enjoying the act.
Felixâs lips were a different sensation than Minhoâs, his timing, his tongue on you that you lasted some time with him, Felix was not able to control himself with you, he wanted you too much. But suddenly, a big hand grabbing your forearm and pulling you away from the blond boy.
Chan took you with ease to settle you on his lap, sitting right on his erection for your pussy on it, taking your hips, pressing you down as he kissed you sensually and made you grind on his cock. You were breathless, your pussy throbbing hard, again enjoying a different and greater sensation of his erection on you, his hands on your body and his lips and tongue exploring you.
When you came to Hyunjin you felt once again like a toy which was being passed between boys, but Hyunjin did not take you desperately like the rest, he took hold of your hand with which you had been masturbating and brought the fingers you were pleasuring yourself with closer to your entrance, to put them in his mouth and suck them erotically while he looked into your eyes.
âMmmâ said Hyunjin happily with a tender expression of pleasure, âYou taste just as I thought, so fucking sweet, baby.â
Finally he took your face between his big slender hands to kiss you, his lips were fuller to the rest, his tongue was slow but skillful, you felt like you were slowly going to heaven.
You had the feeling that you were about to be destroyed.
Chan noticed how lewdly Felix was watching you while you had your moment with Hyunjin, Chan wanted to have some fun, letting the younger one decide first.
âWhat do you want to do, my little mate?â said Chan amusedly to Felix.
Felix swallowed nervously, looked at Chan and then returned your gaze to you. Felix said in an exquisite thick voice.
âLet me eat her.â
You shuddered. As you pulled away from Hyunjin. Your lips were already swollen, each one of them adoring your tenderly agitated expression.
âOkayâ Chan spoke, biting his lower lip and licking them afterwards.
âBabygirl, come here, settle in.â
Chan took you by the hips again and sweetly gestured for you to position your body with your knees on the couch, given the view of your ass to Felix, your torso passing over Chanâs thighs and your face and arms reaching towards Hyunjin.
âWell, enjoy yourselves. You know what to doâ you heard your boyfriend say.
You could imagine what this was about and it made you nervously worked up. Felix was the first to expose his cock, you turned your eyes towards him and could see him stroking his exposed member, to pull down your panties and settle in to bury his pretty face in your core, licking your folds and searching for your clit. You moaned as you felt his warm tongue on you and Chan ran his large hand down your bare back enjoying the view, his hand was gentle but it burned in every part he touched you, you were lost in pleasure, you were reaching levels of arousal you never thought you were capable of feeling.
Chan sought your entrance and teased it with his fingers while Felix kept pleasuring himself on your pussy, you began to shudder and lose strength.
âFuckâ muttered Hyunjin excitedly at the pornographic scene of his blond friend licking your pussy and your submissive position.
Hyunjin pursed his lips and released his cock as well. His was right in front of you, it was big, erect, veiny, its pink tip was covered with his white precum. You felt dirty but you loved every second of it.
âCome on, sweetheart, you can take it.â
You stopped looking at his cock to look him in the eyes and then lowered your gaze again. You moistened your lips and took it between your hands, it felt so good, Felix kept stimulating you and Chan started playing with your breasts while still caressing your back and ass, squeezing it hard at times. You licked Hyunjinâs glans and when you opened your mouth wide to take his hard cock fully, Felix thrust his thick tongue inside you, teasing you uncontrollably. You gasped with Hyunjinâs big cock in your mouth, Felix was stimulating the rest of your cunt with his free hand while he couldn't help jerking off.
You were losing your temper, you wanted to explode in your orgasm, but you continued to taste Hyunjinâs cock, licking his entire length, running your lips along it feeling its thin skin and notorious veins, being accompanied by the sweet gasps of that young artist. Hyunjin grabbed your hair, giving you support as you took his shaft, bobbing your head, but you were getting more and more breathless, your eyes began to glisten, you were so close, you were being distracted by the sensation of your nipples being pinched and your breasts being fondled and how very sticky the oral sex Felix was giving you was getting.
âYouâre doing it so good princessâ Minhoâs voice came next to your ear, âYouâre so cute taking Hyunjinâs cock so well, good girl.â
Your eyes searched for his image, you were sure your expression was a mess, you didnât understand how he looked so cute and peaceful as he witnessed the dirty act of his girlfriendâs mouth being filled by his best friendâs dick. It was sick, twisted, it was so fucking hot you had no self-control.
You were collapsing, losing strength, and struggling not to drop your abdomen onto Chanâs thighs. You whimpered with Hyunjinâs cock in your mouth, drooling, with Felixâs tongue inside you and his fingers on your labia and clit, you collapsed in your first climax, making your body quiver. You pulled Hyunjinâs cock out of your mouth for a moment to enjoy your orgasm, took a breath and moaned loudly. Felix felt his hard penis throbbing and in a low moan he cum in his hand as well.
âAw, baby girlâs first orgasm of the night," Chan spoke tilting his head as he appreciated your trembling body, âGood job, Felix.â
You were weak but skillfully aroused. Your chest was rising and falling with difficulty, you were dizzy between so much pleasure but your mind kept asking that now how would they have fun with you.
He placed you in front of him on his lap again and whispered in your ear:
âNow youâre going to ride daddyâs cock, yes, baby girl?â
His words rocked you. You nodded with big, bright submissive eyes, driving him crazy.
Chan left you in his old place on the couch, stood up and began to undress. Minho plopped down beside you, all watching the little spectacle of the older man undressing.
âAh, this dude canât keep his clothes onâ Minho commented amused.
You turned to see him, he was also so agitated and excited that you felt bad that you didnât have him and could attend to him.
When Chan pulled down his pants and boxers to take them off you were engrossed. He was huge. You bit your lip and subtly denied, feeling afraid and insecure, that was going to break you in two, it wasnât going to fit. But, remembering your boyfriendâs big thick cock there was a good chance you would enjoy it.
âCome here.â
Chan carried you in his arms. You automatically wrapped your legs around his waist, his body was strong, he had big pecs and marked abs. You looked into his eyes⌠you had never been this intimate and vulnerable with anyone but Minho⌠now you were being shared with his best friends.
Chan carried you with one arm while his available hand held the base of his erect cock to rub his soft glans on your pussy. You moaned as you were teased and you fliched in surprise.
âFuck, itâs bigâ you suddenly blurted out between a sigh, causing a smug giggle to come from Chan, you looked up at him still surprised and blushed.
âYou cant take it, babygirl.â
And the next thing you felt was his cock sliding inside you making you whimper. The others watched the act of your body weakening and shuddering as you held tightly to his neck, how your entrance stretched adjusting to Chanâs size as you whimpered louder and louder the deeper he got inside you.
âYou feel so goodâ moaned Chan feeling your walls wrap around his cock completely, âFuck you Minho, he had all of you to himself?â he mumbled.
His cock slid in easily, you were so wet, you shivered hugging yourself to his neck, resting your face on it, you were as full as you had ever been, slightly fuller than Minho made you, the bulge of his cock was noticeable in your lower belly, Chan came deep inside you, staying a few seconds without moving so your walls could get used to him. âCan I move now, little one?â he whispered sweetly to you.
You nodded quickly, sore but excited, "Yes, please⌠daddy."
Chanâs ears turned red as he heard you call him daddy and fill him with his fantasies. He grabbed your buttocks and began to control your body over his cock, going up and down slowly, giving them the erotic view of your sensitive hole being penetrated, of his glistening cock thrusting inside you, capturing the arousal of each of you, causing their hands to go to their respective penises and begin to masturbate at the grotesque image of your entrance being abused by Chanâs big cock as you both moaned in pleasure. Even Minho couldnât take it anymore and pulled his erect cock out to stroke it at the image of your body being absolutely fucked by someone else.
Chan was tearing open every part of you, his pumping cock bouncing into you, his thrusts were gentle, slow and deep, manipulating your body up and down in a sweet rhythm, at that point you were both a mess, your breasts and hard nipples rubbing against his marked pecs as fluids from both of you slid along his cock, trickled out of you onto the floor and stained his sensitive testicles every time you had him deep inside you.
âShitâ gasped Chan, âCome join in, someone can take her from behind.â
The phrase altered your senses amidst the whimpering mess you were being.
âIs that okay with you, angel?â Chan asked you again breathlessly, âFuck your beautiful ass?â
You looked him in the eyes, Felix and Hyunjin were already to the side of you with their hands stroking their cocks.
âY-yes.â
You answered, not sure what could happen. You looked around for Minho with your eyes, he was sitting there watching absolutely everything.
âGoodâ Chan replied, giving you a tender smile disappearing his lips for a second.
Chan pulled out of you suddenly making you whimper, his cock touched his abs as it was loose. Chan didnât hesitate, he laid down on the carpet, dropping you down sitting on his cock with your labia between his rigid member.
âThis way weâre going to fill you completely,â Hyunjin said.
Chan lifted your body to slip his wet cock between your ass, trying to prepare it before they could enter you that way too. You bit your lip at the sensation, you had long felt the knot in your stomach but you were only prolonging your climax. You became restless and nervous again.
âFuck, nobody has any lube?â commented Chan somewhat exasperated.
He didnât want to hurt you, at least he didnât want Hyunjin to, as he positioned himself behind you and Felix stood in front of you, leaving right in your face the sight of his stiff cock.
âItâs okay, Iâll be gentleâ moaned Hyujin, getting on his knees close to Chanâs thighs.
Chan pushed you gently and you quickly understood it was to take his cock again, he lined it up with your entrance as you slowly let yourself fall on top of him, causing you to sigh. You shuddered as you felt Hyunjinâs tip moisten your rear area, rubbing his precum, he parted your buttocks with his hands digging into your skin and entered gently, making you scream louder than Chanâs penis in your vagina.
You whimpered, closing your eyes tightly and biting your lip as the male presences took guilty delight in your suffering. Hyunjin moaned in ragged gasps at the extremely tight sensation of your conduit.
You held yourself tightly in Chanâs abs, whimpering each time you felt his cock deeper in you. You had never had anal sex before and it was burning like hell itself, but the lust in your body was greater than your pain.
âIs it okay, baby doll, are you liking it?â whispered Hyunjin slightly concerned.
âYesâ you whimpered.
Hyunjin was also big and within moments, you were being penetrated on both sides.
"Move slowly, Hyun, let her adjust a little" cautioned Chan.
They both began to move in you leaving you hoarse and breathless, Chan lifting his pelvis and pounding your pussy while Hyunjin buried himself into you, they started slow but their pace gradually increased, leaving you with the most unique experience you were ever going to forget. Chan held you firmly by the hips and Hyunjin squeezed your right buttock with his hand while another hand played naughtily with your breasts.
Then you looked at the blond boyâs genital area, his stubble pubic area with tiny freckles on it, you were transfixed, thinking how uniquely beautiful Lee Felix was, you looked into his eyes before taking his cock and did your best to please him while two of your holes were being completely filled and used.
Your movements on his cock were imperfect due to the constant pounding of Chan and Hyunjin against your body that was driving you crazy. But Felix didn't stop panting, he loved it, he stroked your hair more delicately to how Hyunjin took you a few moments ago. You felt dirty, used and aroused, all your possible entrances occupied and each of them dripping in some fluids, your cheeks were shiny from the little tears shed. You were on the verge of collapse again, once again, your body could no longer hold it in.
On the other hand, Minho smiled happily, happy that lust won on that rainy night, he was in glee at the dirty image of your little body destroyed among men, he was as happy and excited as a young hormonal boy discovering his favorite porn. He was happy to have been able to fulfill your fantasies.
Chan babbled things that left you in the clouds, the moans of the three of them set fire inside you and the situation again seemed like a dream, a very dirty one.
Each of the best friends were enjoying it like they had never experienced sex before, everything was full of lust and passion, a sweet young woman at the beck and call of the pleasures and dark fantasies of men in search of forbidden sansations.
You pulled Felixâs cock out as you felt it quiver in your mouth and happily let him cum on your tongue. You became somewhat foolishly confused letting yourself be carried away by Chan and Hyunjinâs thrusts and whimpered again letting yourself release in the most intense and long lasting orgasm. You wanted to collapse in surrender, but both men continued on you some more until moaning and cumming hard inside you.
âGood girl-â Chan mumbled.
âFuck, sheâs full of cum nowâ Hyunjin smiled happily.
They both pulled out of you to contemplate the collapse of your twitching muscles expelling their glistening semen.
You finally felt yourself breathing, you thought you had tachycardia, you were out of your senses waiting to recover. You saw Minho approach you, again with his cock sheltered in his pants, with a calm expression and suddenly he carried your weak and naked body in his strong arms, you breathed in his scent and saw him with some embarrassment with your already flustered face.
âYou did very well my princess. I love youâ he whispered and gave you a tender kiss on your forehead, âDo you want to try something new tomorrow?â
Your boyfriend carried your exhausted body to the warm bathtub that he had already prepared, taking care of you after the unexpected night you had.
ŕšŕŁâŕšŕŁâ¸á¨â â・°
The next morning you didn't know how to act. It was strange, but the first thing you saw when you came downstairs were Minho's other friends at the entrance, Yang Jeongin, Kim Seungmin, Han Jisung and Seo Changbin. You greeted them shyly with a smile, as it was obvious what awaited you next as soon as night fell.
You went to the kitchen, where you heard voices, finding the men who saw you naked and vulnerable a couple of hours ago, the same ones responsible for each of your sighs and pleasure that crazy, rainy night. Everyone sat down to breakfast but it was obvious that the main course they wanted was you right now.
Chan, Hyunjin and Felix left in the afternoon, confusing you, but you quickly realized it was someone else's turn. None of them wanted to lose you from the spotlight, but just four of them got away with it.
Just when you were alone, in the quiet of the balcony reading a book, not paying attention and with your mind spinning trying to process what the fuck was going on; Minho went with Chan to buy you some birth control pills at the town pharmacy because you had forgotten yours and that was the perfect time for the four of them to take you and lure you into a little game.
They told Minho before they left you, âWe'll take care of her.â Minho wasn't stupid and knew of the high probability that they would end up fucking you without him being there, which annoyed the hell out of him, but he would see a way to arrange it, that night.
âWant to play baseball?â
That sentence from Seungmin was a total lie and you knew it, still you followed him into the woods, in an area far away from the house, not only him, but the three other guys followed him too.
âShit, Seungmin, do you know where we are?â mentioned Jisung annoyed.
Seungmin innocently looked around and stopped in his tracks.
âThis is the place.â
Everyone remained silent.
âOh no, we're lost,â Jeongin added dejectedly in jest.
The four of them watched you, again with leering and hungry looks, you wondered for a second... why you had to follow them there, but it wasn't as if your legs were moving on their own.
âIsn't that right, little one? You're lost but you have the good fortune that four kind men will help you get home, only if you obey and thank us, or we could help each other.â
Your breath shortened, you understood Changbin's dirty game perfectly. You saw Jisung, Seungmin and Jeongin, then turned your focus back to the closeness of Changbin and his strong grip on your waist.
âAnd how will I ever be able to thank you?â
Changbin flashed a half smile, âJust be a good girl and obey our directions so you can get home.â
You nodded, âKiss Jisung, he's waiting for youâ he softly ordered you.
Jisung opened his eyes in fright once you approached him, surprised that he is the one you were going to initiate with. You kissed him, letting yourself be carried away by the sensations of other lips on yours and in the heat of things, the excitement and pleasure traveled fast in your bodies, you were being fucked by Seungmin and his long cock while doing your best to give a good blowjob to Jisung who was holding on to your body, as both of your hands were busy masturbating Changbin and Jeongin, whose long and nimble digits found a way to play with your clit.
It was a very different baseball game than how you thought.
But your actions had consequences. There you were, in a different pleasure session very distinct from last night, this time Minho was part of it, no longer being sweet and attentive to you, he was spanking your ass hard, forcing you to confess everything you did in the woods with his friends in the afternoon, until you were sore, your ass burning with pain and your eyes shining. His friends enjoyed the spectacle of the game of your pleasure and suffering.
âTake her, guysâ Minho said coldly and pushed your body, not so exaggerated but you didn't put up any kind of resistance so he almost threw you. Seungmin came closer to you,
âSee? You're nothing but just a fucking slut desperate for some sex. Isn't that so? Look how fucking needy you are.â
His words turned you on, it was the disdainful tone he used and the annoyed expression on his tender face, plus he suddenly started to finger you.
âShould we take turns...? I wanna fuck herâ Jisung commented somewhat confused causing Minho to let out an unexpected giggle.
âI'll go first.â
You sighed as you listened to Changbin and let him take your body to the couch, moaning at the pain in your ass at the slightest rub. He spread your legs apart and began to taste your center, rolling your eyes.
âYou're rewarding her that way and I think it was clear what a bad girl she wasâ Seungmin said.
Changbin pulled away from your pussy just at the sweetest moment, controlled your body with ease, turned your body quickly and started to fuck you hard making you squeal.
âRight, you're a little whoreâ Changbin moaned, spanking you harder on your already red and hurting ass.
You whimpered in pain but his thick cock felt so good around your walls.
âFuck you, Changbinâ Jeongin expressed somewhat frustrated.
Everyone took Jisung's idea, the next one inside you was Jeongin who pulled on your hair as he penetrated you in a delicious pace, the next one was Seungmin, who kept spanking your ass and his body slammed into yours at every deep thrust. And the last one was Jisung, he flipped your body as he fantasized about the movement of your tits while he fucked you hard, he was the one who left you the most breathless and the only one who managed to cum in you.
The others unloaded their cum on your chest as they vigorously pulled their cocks, making you feel dirty and humiliated, but it was something new that you liked.
ŕšŕŁâŕšŕŁ ⸠á¨â â・°
Sunday night was the high point of that crazy weekend that seemed to have no end. All it took was telling Minho:
âWhy did you split up your friends? On you-know-whatâŚâ
âI thought eight guys was absurd.â
âMaybe it's not at all.â
And there you were, naked with eight needy, stiff cocks eager for you. The best part, was the men who carried it. You adored seeing their distinct and attractive faces and bodies begging for you, from the sensations they were giving you.
This time all eight of them were naked, looking so intimidating waiting for the next move. You were a helpless little deer in the woods, surrounded and in the sights of hungry beasts.
Hyunjin was the first to approach you, putting on a show for his friends as his mouth feasted on your breasts and his hand worked fast on your core, then his hand focused mainly on your clit as Jeongin's fingers were sunk deep into you after Hyunjin had happily invited him.
You slowly watched the silhouette of everyone approaching between your blurred vision due to the high level of libido in you and your body trembled in excitement, trying to think in what way they would make your body enough for each of them.
You were still in awe, not understanding the reason that brought you there, but just enjoying and letting yourself be carried away by the lust of the moment. But you had no idea that it was all caused by the domino effect of Minho's curiosity that led him to read your diary that night.
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disconnected | kim seungmin
â part 7/8 of the 5 seconds of stray kids series â
words: 355 // warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, first vacation as a couple, braces!seungmin
the summer rain felt so much better with seungmin at your side. he truly was your favorite place, your getaway.
âthank you for being my sweet escape.â
between the ocean wind through your hair, and seungminâs hand holding yours over the center console of the car, you couldnât think of a time youâd been more at peace, or happy.
since your relationship had begun nearly 8 months ago, this was the first time that you and seungmin had managed to get more than 2 uninterrupted days together. the second their monthâs break was announced, seungmin was ecstatic. heâd come bounding home that day, with over-excited cries of how he was going to whisk you away on a romantic getaway. that he knew the perfect place, and how heâd sort everything - you wouldnât have to lift a finger.
and of course, he was right. a beach-side getaway was exactly what you needed. just you, seungmin and a villa right on the ocean. the week had flown by, and it was your last full day in the villa. since you had to get up early to check out and drive home the next day, seungmin had promised you an easy day - a drive down to the local town, a romantic dinner, an evening walk on the beach.
and god, did he deliver.
it was dark out now, nearing midnight. the stars were shining brightly above you, and you felt like you were soaring.
âthank you, seungie.â
âwhat for?â he smiled, glancing over at you with love in his eyes. you were both absolutely smitten, something the boys teased you for often.Â
âjustâŚâ you struggled to find the right words, the right way to express your emotions to him. âeverything. all of this. us. being you.â
he chuckled at your words, bringing your hand up to plant a gentle kiss on it.
âno need to thank me, love. iâd do anything for you, you know that.â
and you did.
âwe need to do this more often. disconnect from the world,â just grinned, your free hand waving out the car window and just experiencing the cool air around. âjust me and you.â
he clearly agreed, because his smile grew tenfold, his braces glistening in the moonlight.
âjust me and you, angel. wherever and whenever you want.â
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crampy | k.s.
summary: when your period come suddenly and you have to cancel plans, seungmin is there to help you through the pain.
wc: 1.5k
warnings: descriptions of period cramps, crying, seungmin being a mushy bean for his partner, i think this is p much gn!reader besides the period but please let me know if i missed anything!!
a/n: happy birthday mong mong!! a self indulgent fic but for my favorite puppy <33 i hope you all enjoy, remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3
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you didnât know what else to do.
youâve tried every trick you could think of but nothing would stop the searing pain in your pelvis. every month without fail you were bed ridden for at least 2 days, curled up in pain, unable to move.
youâre starving with simultaneously no appetite because of the pain. however this time felt worse, this time you were supposed to go out with seungmin and the rest of his members but everytime you moved you were immediately met with pain.
cutting your losses you just curled up with your heating pad and grabbed your phone. you send seungmin a quick text telling him you couldnât make it and to tell the boys you were sorry.
after that another cramp hit, it felt like someone had grabbed your insides and squeezed as hard as they could. you let out a yelp as the pain only worsened, sobbing out in pure agony.
you were mostly crying because of the pain but you also felt horrible for canceling on your boyfriend and his friends. the pain mixing with the guilt only made you sob harder.
unbeknownst to you, seungmin was on his way to your place, something about your text sounded off. he didnât know what it was but something in his gut told him he needed to go to you, so he did.
once he opened the door he was met with the sounds of your cries. alarm bells immediately went off in his head as he quickly locked the door, tossing his shoes and bag to the side, running to your room.
he found you curled in a ball, facing the door, eyes closed as heartbreaking sobs leave your mouth. he quickly made his way to your bed, kneeling on the floor in front of you before placing a hand on your shoulder.
you gasp in surprise, eyes wide as they shoot open. âitâs just me, itâs just me, iâm sorry.â he quickly says, holding his hands up in surrender.
once your brain registers the familiar man in front of you, you feel the lump form in your throat once more. your hands come up to cover your face as the tears flow down your cheeks.
âiâm sorry, iâm sorryâ you sob, your breathing choppy as you speak. âhey, hey,â he says softly, moving your hands with one, gently wiping your tears with the other.
âitâs okay pup, whatâs going on hm?â your lip wobbles once again, reminded of the pain. âi- ah!â you start, just in time for another wave of pain. you curl into yourself, bringing your arm to press the hot pad even further onto your skin.
âokay, i understand bubs,â he moves to sit on your bed, placing one arm over the one on your stomach, the other on your head, softly stroking your forehead. he places a kiss to your temple, shushing you softly, âitâs okay, youâre okay, breathe pup, breathe.â
you take shakey deep breath, exhaling after a few seconds. you both sit there for a while, letting your breath even out before either of you spoke. âiâm sorry.â you whimper, pulling away to look at him.
your bottom lip jutting out as a fresh wave of tears rolls down your face. he places a hand on your cheek, gently brushing away the fresh tears, shushing you. âstop apologizing bub,â he leans down, placing a kiss to your hair. âyou have nothing to be sorry for.â you shake your head, new tears following the old.
âi got my period, and itâs really bad and i was trying to suck it up and come i promise but it was really fucking bad seung, it just-â you were rambling and losing your breath, starting to hyperventilate.
âsh, sh, itâs okay pup, breathe,â he leans back slightly, âscoot over a bit.â he gently requests, making sure the heating pad stayed on your abdomen.
once a little space was created, he slides into your bed, pulling you into him. âokay, my bub, just relax, everythingâs okay, no oneâs upset, okay?â you sniffle, catching your breath a bit. âpromise?â your voice small as you ask.
âi promise, we were all just concerned, and wanted to make sure you were okay.â he reassures, rubbing soothing circles on your back. you nod, turning into his chest, melting into him, just crying for a few minutes until you felt better.
you shift, laying your face against his chest as he continues rubbing your back. âdid you take medicine or eat?â you shake your head, drawing figures on his tummy.
âdo you have medicine?â you nod your head, pointing to the bathroom. âin the medicine cabinet, second shelf to the left.â he nods, placing a kiss to your head before standing. âiâll
be quick.â he whispers, quickly making his way to the attached room.
he comes back out holding the familiar bottle, placing it on your bedside table. he pulls out his phone before smoothly moving back to his previous spot. âokay iâm gonna order us some ramen so you can eat and then take some medicine, how does that sound hm?â he asks, already opening his delivery app.
if you had any more tears left youâd be sobbing again but youâre fresh out. instead you nod, placing a kiss to his peck, âthank you pup.â you whisper cuddling back into him.
he smiles looking down at you before placing a kiss to your hair once more. âanything for you bubs.â he goes back to
work, ordering his ramen and your usual before placing his phone down, snuggling into you.
âonce the ramen comes and you eat a bit iâll give you some medicine, but when we finish eating do you wanna sleep or take a bath?â you think about it for a moment before coming to a decision.
âsleep, iâm exhausted.â he nods, rubbing your arm, âokay we can do that, and then if you want a bath when you wake up we can do that too okay?â you nod before turning your head, placing a kiss to this peck.
âthank you baby, i donât know what iâd do without you.â you wrap your arms around him, wincing as another cramp spreads pain through your body. âah.â you cry, shoving your face back into his chest.
he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him, âokay bubs, i ordered it so hopefully itâll be here soon and then you can eat take medicine and go to sleep.â
you nod, pressing your face further into him, trying to calm yourself. he starts humming, hoping to put you at ease with his voice. once he feels you relaxing into him he starts singing softly, letting you focus on his voice rather than the pain.
you ended up falling asleep before the food comes, waking up to see a dim light and seungmin bringing in the food. he sets it on the table before looking over seeing you smiling sleepily at him.
âhi bubs, you ready to eat?â he asks as he sits on the bed next to you, carefully brushing your hair out of your face. you nod, sitting up carefully as he prepares your ramen on the table next to your bed.
once you were sitting up, he hands you the bowl, âcareful, itâs hot.â you nod, carefully taking the bowl before he grabs a pillow, making sure the heating pad is placed properly before placing the pillow on your lap.
âthank you, bubba.â you smile to him, before he leans down to place a soft kiss to your lips. âyouâre welcome, pup.â he says against your lips before sitting down, handing you your chopsticks.
he makes his ramen as well and both of you eat in silence. once finished he grabs your trash putting it in the take out bag it came in, leaving to put it in the trash.
he comes back with two bottles of water, placing them both on the table before opening the bottle of medicine, handing you 2 pills. he places them in your hand, opening one of the waters, handing that to you as you place the pills in your mouth.
you take a gulp of water, swallowing the medicine before taking a couple extra sips before handing the bottle back to him. âthank you.â you whisper, scooting over to give him more room as he places the bottle down.
âyouâre welcome, bubs.â he says, leaning over to place a kiss on your head. he quickly gets up to turn off the light before climbing into bed with you. he opens his arms, allowing you to lay against him.
once in his arms, he wraps them around you, kissing your face all over. you giggle as he does this before eventually he stops, not wanting to make your cramps worse. you relax into him, melting further into his embrace.
âis you heating pad okay?â you nod against him, a yawn leaving your lips. âgood, sweet dreams pup, i love you.â he whispers, placing one last kiss to your head. âgood night bubba, love you too.â you mumble before both of you drift off into each otherâs arms.
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menace!boyfriend k.sm. (a much needed headcanon)
: ĚĚâ pairing â seungmin x gn!reader : ĚĚâ word count â 530 : ĚĚâ content â fluff, seungmin acting like everyone's annoying little brother
a/n â these pictures of kim seungmin killed me. who told him to look this good with a bowl cut???? i hope you guys enjoyed this!!
menace!seungmin who was definitely your friend before becoming your boyfriend.
menace!seungmin who suddenly yells "boo!" and grabs your shoulders to scare you during the quietest scene of a horror movie. if you screamed, he would laugh his heart out and you promise yourself to never watch a horror movie with him ever again.
menace!seungmin who would definitely act the silliest while you're drinking water to purposefully make you laugh while your mouth is FULL and dodge when you spray it out of your mouth and nose
menace!seungmin who brings food to your mouth like a gentlemen but then shoves it into his own mouth
menace!seungmin who throws a snowball at you in the winter and has it go down your back. but then on that same evening, he would hug you in bed with the heat of his body warming you up as if he didn't just freeze your butt off earlier.
menace!seungmin who refuses to ask you directly when he wants to see you so he "forgets" stuff at your house so he can go over to get it
menace!seungmin who walks in on you in the bathroom and starts a casual conversation like you aren't sitting on the toilet.
menace!seungmin who will never make a normal entrance whenever you've got a date planned. he told you to meet him in front of the movie theatre? he'll jump out of the corner to surprise attack you when you're there. he told you he'd pick you up? he's hiding beside the door when you open it, waiting to jump at you. if you dated him in high school, he'd definitely be the type of guy to cover your eyes and say "guess who?"
when you two are at dinner alone or with a group of people like your family, menace!seungmin will always put his foot on yours under the table and not let you go
menace!seungmin who will flick his wet hands at you while walking out of the bathroom to annoy you and he got you to do it to him every time as well
menace!seungmin who has you becoming a mini-version of him. you'd adopt his vocabulary and attitude so you joke about how he's being a bad influence on you.
menace!seungmin who is obsessed with kissing your hands. if you have your hand in his, he'll bring it up to his lips with any chance he gets. before crossing the road, waiting for the street food to be ready, going up in the elevator, you name it. sometimes if he's feeling silly he'll bite your hand while he's at it.
menace!seungmin who can't look into your eyes for too long or else he'll fold so he always ruffles your hair or gently pushes your head away if he ever feels like the eye contact is becoming too much. you don't know this so you just assume he likes to make your hair messy like the bitch he is.
menace!seungmin who's love language is being annoying but if he ever catches anyone else doing it to you, he'll fight their ass
menace!seungmin who loves you to the ends of the earth and will never fail to tell you
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i saw seungmin in this shirt and my mind broke down. also yes me and ems wrote fics for the same fanmeet outfits without realising
wc: 1.6k
warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, dirty talk (seungmin is mean), dom seungmin, sub reader, exhibitionism? anyone could walk in, blowjob, boot humping, unprotected sex, creampie
âI donât- I canât-â
Seungminâs lips press to yours again soothingly. Heâs still sweaty from the fan meeting, and his lips are a little wet. âItâs okay, calm down.â
Youâre backstage and way too worked up. Going to the fan meeting and seeing your boyfriend in all his glory onstage was one thing, but when he walked out in that damn Diesel top? Yeah, you were sure youâd had a heart attack. You jumped his bones as soon as he walked backstage and heâd carted you off to the nearest separate dressing room to âcalm you downâ, much to the jeers of the other boys.Â
Thereâs sweat beading onto your chest by the time you get him to stop kissing you, and you sink to your knees, breathing hot air over the front of Seungminâs jeans. He peers down at you with a raised eyebrow, hands moving to his belt.Â
âReally? Right here?â He asks, and you only nod. âYouâre feeling a little filthy today, arenât you?â
âDonât tease me,â You huff, nose nudging his growing erection. He wraps his fist around your hair and pulls you backwards, making you look up at him. He looks ever the image of power - the choice of attire accentuates the milky skin of his arms, and his eyes are dark when he tuts at you for ogling him like that. âYou look so good.â
âBehave,â He murmurs. You nod again. You canât do anything else when heâs in a mood like this, only nod and feel the gusset of your panties sticking to your messy folds. Heâs feeling strict, but if you keep pouting up at him, eyes glassy, perhaps heâll let you have it.Â
âPlease,â You beg, bottom lip quivering. Youâre not above crying to suck your boyfriendâs cock, and he knows that - hell, heâs made you cry over it before and probably will again. Tonight, though, it seems heâs feeling a little kinder than normal, because he lets go of your hair and starts to unbuckle his belt. âOh, oh! Yeah, yeah, gimme, gimme-â
âShut up,â He admonishes, eyebrows furrowed in contention. He pulls his belt from the waist of his jeans and they drop down to his thighs, stopped by the lean muscle. Only a beat passes before he lets you see it, firstly with the trimmed, pitch-black hair at his base, and then with the whole length of his cock bobbing up against the bottom of his abdomen. Heâs still only half hard, a little soft when he polishes his cockhead with his hand, but it only takes a second before heâs standing at full mast.Â
You can hear noises from outside the door. It only serves to make you leak more into your underwear, shifting on your knees from where you are in front of him, but youâd never wish to rush Seungmin. He stares at you while you writhe, and then finally, finally, he nods.
You know what that nod means. Youâre suckling the tip in seconds. He leaks steadily for you, and you whimper around his length when he moans at your actions. Youâre used to sucking him off by now, and so you start to bob your head on as much as you can fit, moving your fist to pump the part of his length that you canât quite reach. Seungminâs hips thrust forwards once, twice, and then he gives up, moving his hands to your head.
âIâm gonna fuck your throat,â He murmurs. He gives you enough time to pull away, but you donât, only moaning and moving your hands to rest on his thighs. âYeah? Youâre gonna let me do that here? Thatâs so fucking slutty.â
Of course you are. Your jaw goes lax, and Seungmin groans, his eyes rolling back into his head as he starts to thrust. He presses into your throat over and over, making your eyes water as you gaze up at him, but the whole thingâs so hot you canât protest. Seungminâs normally iffy about messes but with the way youâre drooling all over his cock, youâre not sure he minds right now.
You canât help yourself. Your hand dips underneath your skirt and starts to rub circles into your clit, through your panties and Seungminâs oblivious for a moment. He thrusts into your mouth a few more times and itâs the wet whine you let out that gives you away - Seungminâs eyes open, peering down at your disshevelled figure on the floor.
âMm, donât do all of that,â He murmurs condescendingly. His thrusts stop and he lets his shaft slide out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. Youâre allowed to sit there and gasp for air for a moment, but then Seungminâs boot nudges into your knee.
The positionâs a little awkward, but you spread your legs and let him push his boot underneath your skirt for you to hump into. Itâs a nice gesture from Seungmin, whoâs normally scathing words and even worse spankings, but then he fucks into your throat so hard it makes you gag.Â
âTake it,â He huffs, and then heâs doing something ultimately worse. With his fingers intertwined in your hair, he grips your head and starts to bounce it on his cock. Youâre whining hard by now, hips kicking up a fuss on your boyfriendâs shoe, and you see his eye twitch when you gag on one pull downwards with a sharp wail.
He pulls out of your mouth with a fuss. Heâs quick to yank you up by your hair, pulling you over to the nearest vanity to bend you over. You donât mind - youâre embarrassingly eager, actually, letting your knees fall apart to show your man the mess youâve made of yourself. His hand moves to your hair to push your skirt over your ass. The cold air hitting the sodden fabric of your underwear has you keening, pushing your ass backwards. You canât see yourself from your position, tummy down on the vanity table and face buried in your arms, but you know you must look like a certain debauched type of picture.Â
âYou wanted me that bad, huh?â He muses, thumb sweeping over your core. You whimper, nodding with a twitch of your leg, and then Seungminâs yanking your panties to the side. Before you can squeal, to make a noise to acknowledge him, heâs sinking his whole length in you at once. âThere you go. Youâve got it now, feel it, whore. Feels good?â
âFeels sâgood,â You slur, drool slicking your bottom lip just from the stretch of him. Seungminâs longer than he is thick but heâs still enough to have your pussy throbbing, clit aching for stimulation from the feeling of him pressing at your walls. âFeels g-good, fuck me, fuck me- please, please, guh- gotta-â
âYeah, okay,â He sighs, as if heâs annoyed, and then heâs rutting into you so hard you swear your eyes cross. Seungmin groans and grunts with each gush of your pussy around him, and when his hand moves to your hair again, heâs yanking your face out of its safe haven. âLook at yourself. Fucking look at that.â
You have to. Your eyes are glassy with unshed tears, and youâre drooling so hard itâs affected some of your makeup. Your cheeks are flushed, obvious that it spreads down your neck and to your chest, and youâre still fucking your hips backwards to try and get more of him.Â
âPlease,â You watch yourself say it, lips kiss-bitten and broken. âPlease give it to me harder, Seungminnie, I need it.â
âYou need it?â He questions, just to watch you nod so hard you look like a dumb little bobblehead. âOkay. Donât take it back, then.âÂ
His confidence would be sickening if it isnât for the way he starts to fuck into you so hard you squeal. His mushroom tip kicks into your cervix with every thrust, and you can see him gritting his teeth with the speed of it all. Heâs still holding your hair, and you watch yourself finally begin to cry, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure.Â
You whine and writhe, and Seungminâs other hand goes to your ass to keep you down, laid flat for him. Your nipples are so hard through your shirt that itâs starting to hurt, and when you shift your hips again, he hits a spot so good that you sob wetly.
âThere! There, there, there, please donât- donât stop, Seungmin, Iâll fucking cum,â You babble, and your eyes finally fall shut. Seungmin doesnât reprimand you for it, only continuing his pistoning into that same exact spot that has you babbling out profanities and half-spoken words. âYeah. Yeah! There, there, fucking- Iâll cum so good, Iâll cum so-â
âI know you will, f-fucking whore,â His voice is faltering, and you know heâs getting close. âCum for me. Shut up and just fucking cum.â
It explodes behind your eyes. Your toes curl with it and you gush and wail on Seungminâs cock, walls fluttering so deliciously around the slick slide. He helps you ride it out, hand now pulling you backwards with each thrust, and then heâs letting go of your hair so unceremoniously it falls with a thud back to your arms.
Youâre just panting now, pussy still clenching down on your boyfriend through the aftershocks of your orgasm, and Seungmin starts to chase his high. It only takes a few ridiculously fast thrusts for him to finish, and he pumps you full of his cum easily with a loud groan.Â
He slips out of you and you let out a whimper, causing him to make his own answering, mock-whimper in response. You hear him shuffling about behind you and when you finally open your eyes, tilting your head towards him, heâs looking for tissues with his wet cock in his hand.Â
âSeungminnie,â You giggle, kicking your feet. The action only causes his cum to drip out of your pussy and down your thighs, and you groan in disdain, immediately halting his movements.Â
Seungmin laughs. âThatâs karma for laughing at me when Iâm trying to help you.â
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ââââ* Ë âŚ CAUGHT IN THE ACT ( stray kids )
â The reactions of each member of Stray Kids' Hyung line when they're caught kissing you by another member.
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đđ¨đ§đđđ§đ đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: Getting caught kissing, established relationship for every member, let me know if I missed anything!
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HYUNG LINE | MAKNAE LINE
ë°Šě°Ź ââ BANG CHAN.
You stepped into the familiar recording studio, the dim lights casting a soft glow on the walls adorned with musical equipment and notes scribbled in haste. A paper bag filled with snacks and drinks dangled from your hand, its weight a comforting reminder of your routine visits. Your smile radiates warmth as your eyes meet Chan's, who sat hunched over the mixing console. His gaze lifted, revealing a flicker of gratitude despite the heavy shadows of exhaustion under his eyes.
He returned your smile, a faint but genuine curve of his lips that spoke volumes about his weariness. You chose silence, understanding the unspoken need for peace in this creative sanctuary. With gentle steps, you crossed the room, your presence a soothing balm to his fatigue. Leaning down, you placed a tender kiss on his head, a simple gesture of affection that momentarily lifted the burden from his shoulders.
Reaching into the bag, you retrieved a pack of chips and a bottle, offering them to Chan with a reassuring touch. He accepted them gratefully, his fingers brushing against yours in a brief but intimate exchange. You then settled into your usual spot on the leather couch behind him, its familiar creases and scent a comfort in this shared space. With your phone in hand, you prepared to keep yourself entertained, a quiet guardian of his creative process. The studio's ambient hum and the soft rustle of snack wrappers became the soundtrack to this intimate moment, a testament to the silent support that flowed between you.
This had become your usual routineâa cherished ritual that intertwined your lives with comforting regularity. Every other day, you would find yourself here, in the sanctuary of the recording studio, offering your quiet companionship while he immersed himself in his work. Your role was not merely to be present but to eventually coax him away from his intense focus, ensuring he returned home with you for the rest he so desperately needed.
Tonight was no different. You nestled into the familiar embrace of the leather couch, your fingers idly scrolling through social media, a soft glow from your phone illuminating your face. The ambient sounds of the studio enveloped you, a symphony of creativity and dedication. The rhythmic tapping of buttons, the soft click of switches, and the occasional hum of equipment blended into a soothing background noise.
Every now and then, a sigh of frustration would escape Chan's lips, a testament to his tireless pursuit of perfection. You glanced up occasionally, observing the furrow of his brow, the determination etched in his features. His passion was palpable, filling the room with an electric energy that made your heart swell with pride and tenderness.
Despite the ambient hum and your digital distraction, you were attuned to his every move, ready to step in when the time came. The silent understanding between you both was a testament to the deep bond you sharedâa bond forged in these moments of mutual support and quiet companionship. This was your routine, a beautiful dance of dedication and care, ensuring that amidst the whirlwind of his creative storm, he found a safe harbor in your presence.
Eventually, Chan wheeled around in his chair, his gaze locking onto you as you lay sprawled across the couch, indulging in a handful of sour gummies. His eyes softened, the weariness momentarily giving way to a tender appreciation for your presence. For a brief moment, he remained still, simply observing you with a small, tired smile.
Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he lifted himself from his seat, the soft creak of the chair punctuating the silence. Each step he took toward you seemed to carry the weight of his exhaustion, yet there was a lightness in his eyes as he approached. Without warning, he let his body drape over yours, the suddenness of it eliciting a startled yelp from your lips.
His warmth enveloped you, the familiar scent of his cologne mingling with the sweet tang of the gummies you were eating. You quickly dissolved into giggles at his playful actions, your arms instinctively wrapping around his torso in a protective embrace. His presence was a comforting weight, grounding you both in this shared moment of intimacy.
The world outside the studio walls faded away, leaving just the two of you cocooned in a bubble of tranquility. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours, a rhythmic reminder of his presence. Your fingers traced gentle patterns on his back, offering silent reassurance as he melted into your embrace. This was your sanctuary, a haven where exhaustion and stress gave way to love and connection, a beautifully ordinary moment made extraordinary by the simple act of being together.
âBreak time?â you asked softly, your voice a gentle melody in the quiet room. Chan responded with a low grunt, his exhaustion evident in the simplicity of his reply. A light giggle escaped your lips, the sound a soft, comforting echo in the studio.
Reaching up, your fingers threaded through the strands of his hair, finding their way to the back of his head. With practiced ease, you began to scratch gently, your touch tender and soothing. Almost immediately, a contented hum rumbled from his chest, a sound that spoke of deep appreciation and relief.
His eyes fluttered closed, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away under your gentle ministrations. You could feel the subtle shifts in his posture, each exhalation a testament to the comfort he found in your presence. This simple act, a small gesture of care, held a profound intimacy that words could not capture.
The room seemed to cocoon you both, the dim light casting soft shadows that danced along the walls. Each scratch of your fingers was a lullaby, a tender reminder of the bond you shared. In this moment, amidst the ambient hum of the studio and the quiet hum of his contentment, time seemed to slow, allowing you to savor the tranquility of your connection.
His breathing deepened, a silent testament to the trust he placed in you, and you continued your gentle caress, your heart swelling with affection. This was your sanctuary, a place where words were unnecessary, and the simple act of touch spoke volumes.
After a while, you were almost surprised to hear him speak. His voice broke the silence, soft and drowsy, since you had been convinced he had fallen asleep on top of you.
His breathing had slowed, and his weight had settled comfortably against you, creating a warm, enveloping cocoon. The gentle rise and fall of his chest against yours had lulled you into a tranquil state, where the world outside seemed a distant memory.
âGood day today?â he murmured, his words a tender vibration against your skin. The question carried a quiet intimacy, a bridge between the waking world and the serene bubble you both inhabited.
You blinked, the unexpectedness of his voice pulling you from your reverie. A smile curled at your lips as you looked down at him, your fingers stilling momentarily in his hair. The soft light from the studio cast a gentle glow on his face, highlighting the subtle lines of fatigue that framed his eyes.
âIt was alright,â you answered with a weak shrug, your eyes remaining fixed on the ceiling. The subtle patterns in the plaster seemed to shift and dance as you reveled in the closeness between the two of you, his warmth a comforting presence against your body.
As you lay there, you felt the weight of the day begin to lift, the quiet intimacy of the moment creating a sanctuary from the world outside. The soft rise and fall of his breathing against you was a soothing rhythm, grounding you in the present.
âI mostly kept to myself today,â you continued, your voice a soft murmur in the tranquil room. âIt just felt like such a long day for some reason.â
Your words hung in the air, a quiet confession that carried the weariness of the hours you had endured. Each moment of solitude, each minute that had dragged on, seemed to dissipate now in the comforting embrace of his presence.
Chan shifted, adjusting his position to place his weight on his forearms, which were now on either side of your head. This allowed him to lean back slightly, creating just enough space to gaze down at your face. The closeness of his presence, combined with the tenderness in his eyes, sent a flutter through your heart.
The dim light of the studio cast gentle shadows across his features, softening the lines of exhaustion and highlighting the quiet strength in his expression. His gaze held a mixture of empathy and understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the weariness you both shared.
âIt really did feel like an unnecessarily long day for me, too,â he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble that resonated in the small space between you. The words carried a weight of shared experience, a bond forged through mutual understanding and silent support.
His eyes traced the contours of your face, lingering on the subtle nuances of your expression. You could feel the connection between you deepening, each unspoken thought and emotion passing effortlessly between you. His proximity, the warmth of his body, and the gentle cadence of his words created a cocoon of intimacy that enveloped you both.
As you looked up at him, you could see the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, a mirror to your own feelings. The shared acknowledgment of the day's trials brought a sense of comfort, a reminder that you were not alone in your struggles.
The room seemed to fade into the background, the ambient sounds of the studio becoming a distant hum. All that mattered in this moment was the quiet exchange between you, a sanctuary of understanding and support. His presence, so close and so tender, was a balm to the fatigue that had weighed heavily on you both throughout the day.
You reached up, your fingers gently brushing against his cheek, a silent gesture of reassurance and affection. His eyes softened even further, and a small, grateful smile played at the corners of his lips. In this moment, the long day seemed to fade away, replaced by the warmth of your connection and the promise of shared solace.
The hand that had been tenderly scratching his hair now shifted to cup his cheek, your fingers tracing the delicate curve of his jaw. The touch was gentle, filled with a warmth that only deepened the connection between you. Chan immediately leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the contact, a soft smile gracing his lips.
His skin felt warm against your palm, and you could sense the quiet gratitude in the way he pressed closer, finding comfort in the simple gesture. The room around you seemed to hold its breath, the ambient hum of the studio fading into the background as the moment stretched between you.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Chan leaned down, his breath mingling with yours in the intimate space. His eyes met yours for a fleeting second, a silent exchange of affection and understanding, before he pressed a gentle kiss onto your forehead. The contact was tender, imbued with a sweetness that made your heart swell.
As his lips brushed your skin, your eyes fluttered closed, the world around you dissolving into a haze of warmth and closeness. The kiss lingered, a silent promise of care and support that wrapped around you like a comforting embrace. You could feel the soft exhalation of his breath, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the unspoken words that filled the space between you.
Time seemed to slow, each second stretching into an eternity of quiet connection. Your senses were heightened, every detail of the moment imprinted in your memoryâthe gentle pressure of his lips, the warmth of his breath, the soothing cadence of his presence. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated intimacy, a sanctuary of love and understanding that transcended the weariness of the day.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes opened slowly, meeting yours with a gaze that spoke volumes. There was a softness there, a tenderness that mirrored your own feelings, and in that shared look, you found a renewed sense of strength and comfort. The weight of the day seemed to lift, replaced by the warmth of his presence and the promise of more moments like this, filled with love and quiet understanding.
âI missed you so much,â he murmured, his voice a gentle whisper that seemed to reverberate through the quiet studio. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck, seeking solace in the warmth and familiarity of your embrace. His breath, warm and steady, brushed against your skin, sending a shiver of tenderness down your spine.
You could feel the sincerity in his words, each syllable carrying the weight of his longing and affection. The closeness of his body against yours, the way he nestled into you as if finding his way home, spoke volumes about the depth of his feelings. It was a quiet confession, one that wrapped around your heart and made it swell with love.
âAll I could do was watch the time until you finally joined me here,â he continued, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to melt into the air around you. His words painted a vivid picture of his anticipation, the minutes and hours stretching out endlessly as he waited for the moment you would walk through the door.
The imagery of his longing played in your mind, each tick of the clock echoing his silent wish for your presence. You imagined him glancing at the time, his thoughts drifting to you with each passing minute, the studio filled with the hum of his work yet missing the comforting presence that only you could bring.
Your hand moved to gently stroke his hair, your fingers weaving through the soft strands as you offered silent reassurance. The tactile connection was a balm to both your souls, a physical manifestation of the love that flowed between you. His body relaxed further into yours, the tension of the day gradually melting away as he found peace in your embrace.
The room around you seemed to fade into the background, the dim light casting gentle shadows that danced along the walls. It was as if the world had shrunk to encompass only the two of you, a cocoon of intimacy where time moved at its own pace. The rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing, the steady beat of his heart against yours, created a symphony of togetherness that filled the space with warmth and connection.
As you held him, your heart echoed his sentiments. The hours apart had felt like a lifetime, each moment tinged with the anticipation of being reunited. Now, in the quiet sanctity of the studio, you reveled in the simple joy of being close, of sharing the same breath and heartbeat. This was your haven, a place where love and longing intertwined, creating a tapestry of moments that were as beautiful as they were fleeting.
A blush crept onto your cheeks, a rosy bloom spreading warmth through your skin as his words settled in your heart. Your smile widened, a reflection of the joy and affection that welled up within you. As Chan leaned back to face you once more, his eyes met yours with a gaze that spoke of longing and love.
Without hesitation, you leaned up to capture his lips in a kiss, the movement swift and eager. The initial touch was tender, a sweet brush of connection, but almost unconsciously, you found yourself deepening the kiss. The world around you seemed to blur, the boundaries of the studio fading into insignificance as you lost yourself in the moment.
Chan responded with equal passion, his lips moving against yours in a dance of fervor and intimacy. Each kiss, each caress, was a silent declaration of the emotions that words could not fully convey. The heat of the kiss ignited a spark that spread through your veins, a fiery rush of desire and affection that left you breathless.
As your lips melded together, you could feel his fingers busying themselves, threading through your hair with gentle yet deliberate movements. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, each touch a soothing balm and an electric thrill all at once. His fingertips traced patterns along your scalp, weaving through the strands of your hair in a tender, almost reverent manner.
The kiss deepened further, your senses heightening with every passing second. You could taste the lingering sweetness of his breath, feel the warmth of his skin, and hear the faint rustle of clothing as you both shifted closer. The world outside ceased to exist, the only reality the intoxicating blend of your shared breaths and the soft hum of the studio in the background.
Time seemed to stretch, each moment expanding to hold the fullness of your connection. Your heart raced, its beat a rhythmic echo of the passion that thrummed between you. The kiss was a symphony of emotions, a harmonious blend of love, desire, and an unspoken promise of togetherness.
Just as the kiss began to deepen, an unexpected sound shattered the momentâthe door creaking open with an almost comical slowness. The intrusion was abrupt, and both of you were startled from your intimate cocoon. Chan, reacting instinctively, tried to detach himself from you with haste, his sudden movement sending him rolling off the couch.
The transition was less than graceful; he landed rather harshly on the floor beside you, the impact eliciting a low groan from him. He grimaced, immediately starting to rub his lower back in an attempt to soothe the jolt of pain from the fall. The couch, once a haven of warmth and affection, now stood empty and slightly disheveled, a testament to the sudden disruption.
Your eyes shifted to the doorway, where Jisung stood frozen for a split second, his own eyes wide with shock at the scene before him. The surprise in his expression was fleeting, quickly giving way to a playful smirk. His eyebrows wiggled suggestively as he leaned casually against the doorframe, his gaze dancing with mischievous amusement.
The contrast between the intense moment you had shared and the lightheartedness of Jisung's entrance was jarring. As the initial surprise subsided, the atmosphere shifted from one of intimate connection to one of awkward hilarity. The room, now filled with the soft chuckles of Jisung and the embarrassed, lingering blush on your cheeks, felt distinctly different.
You and Chan exchanged glances, your faces flushed with a mix of embarrassment and amusement. Chanâs attempt to regain composure while still rubbing his sore back added to the sceneâs comedic effect. In the midst of the disruption, the warmth of the moment seemed to dissipate, replaced by the easy camaraderie of Jisungâs teasing presence.
âI can come back later,â Jisung said, his voice carrying an unmistakable hint of playful suggestion. The words lingered in the air, charged with an amused undertone that made it clear he was fully aware of the scene he had just interrupted.
You responded with an exaggerated roll of your eyes, a playful gesture that contrasted sharply with the initial embarrassment. Your smile, though slightly flushed, held a warmth of shared amusement. The gesture was both a dismissal of the teasing and a silent acknowledgment of the lighthearted banter Jisung was introducing.
Chan, still seated on the floor, let out a soft scoff, the sound a mixture of mild frustration and reluctant humor. His expression, though slightly exasperated, softened as he met Jisungâs teasing gaze. The contrast between the seriousness of the moment and the levity Jisung brought was palpable, and Chanâs reaction spoke to the blend of embarrassment and begrudging acceptance of the interruption.
âDid you need something?â Chan inquired, his voice a mixture of curiosity and residual embarrassment as he pushed himself up from the floor. With a slight wince and a careful stretch, he made his way back to his chair, resettling into the spot he had vacated moments before.
Jisung stepped into the studio, his presence marked by the purposeful stride and the iPad clutched in his hand. He took a seat in one of the empty chairs, his movements deliberate and focused, a contrast to the playful banter that had just filled the room. The iPad, held like a cherished artifact, seemed to hum with the promise of creative endeavor.
âYeah,â Jisung began, his tone shifting from teasing to serious. The change was palpable, and the lightness that had accompanied his entrance melted away, replaced by a more earnest demeanor. He glanced down at the device in his hands, the weight of his words evident in the subtle tension of his posture.
âI just finished writing this song,â he continued, his voice laced with a hint of frustration. âI thought I might ask you for some feedback.â His gaze met Chanâs with a mix of anticipation and concern. âIâm struggling to find the melody for it, though.â
The request hung in the air, a testament to Jisungâs dedication and the challenge he faced. The room, once charged with the intimacy of your earlier exchange, now buzzed with the promise of collaboration and the earnest pursuit of creative refinement. Chanâs expression shifted to one of thoughtful consideration, his earlier amusement giving way to the focused attention that Jisungâs request deserved.
As Chan prepared to listen, the studio seemed to take on a new energy, one of shared purpose and artistic exploration. The casual comfort of the space, with its soft lighting and the scattered remnants of your earlier moment, now became a haven for the exchange of creative ideas and constructive feedback.
ě´ďż˝ďż˝í¸ ââ LEE MINHO.
The only sounds that punctuated the tranquil evening were the soft clinks of ceramic and glass as they met and departed in gentle harmony. Minho's hands moved deftly in the soapy water, each dish emerging clean from the frothy embrace of the sink. He would pass the polished plates and gleaming utensils to you with practiced ease, and you would then guide them through a final rinse, the clear water cascading over them like a delicate waterfall.
This rhythmic dance of choreographed movements unfolded in a serene cocoon of silence, where each clink and splash became a soothing symphony of domestic tranquility. The dim light from the overhead fixture cast a warm, golden glow, illuminating the quiet intimacy of the moment.
You leaned closer, resting your head lightly upon Minhoâs shoulder, finding solace in the gentle rise and fall of his breaths. The simple act of watching him, so absorbed in his task, filled you with a deep sense of contentment. The harmony of your shared routine seemed to weave a thread of comfort through the evening, binding you both in a quiet, unspoken connection.
Minho had prepared a sumptuous feast, each dish a testament to his culinary prowess. The table was adorned with a vibrant spread of delectable creations, each plate a masterpiece in its own right. As the meal began, the room was alive with a symphony of laughter and lively chatter, the air thick with the aroma of spices and savory delights. The members gathered around, their faces illuminated by the warm light of the overhead lamp, their voices weaving a tapestry of animated conversations.
But now, as the final morsels were savored and the last sips of wine enjoyed, a tranquil silence had settled over the room. The clamor of exuberant laughter had given way to a peaceful hush, the once-bustling table now a haven of contented quiet. The lingering scents of the meal mingled with the soft hum of satisfaction, creating an atmosphere of serene afterglow. Everyone leaned back in their chairs, basking in the lingering warmth of good food and even better company.
The plan had been simple and straightforward: you would take on the task of washing the dishes while Minho, who had diligently prepared the meal, would enjoy a well-deserved rest. Yet Minho, with his unwavering determination, had other ideas. His refusal to let you tackle the chore alone was as steadfast as it was endearing.
With a warm, insistent smile, Minho proposed that you both share the task, transforming the mundane chore into a collaborative effort. His eyes sparkled with a mix of stubbornness and affection, a look that left little room for argument. Despite your initial reluctance and the mild exasperation that accompanied it, you found yourself yielding to his gentle insistence.
The prospect of working side by side, immersed in the rhythmic clinks of plates and the soothing warmth of soapy water, began to take on a new charm. Minhoâs determination to be your partner in this small yet significant task softened your resistance, allowing you to embrace the shared experience with a touch of reluctant but genuine fondness.
As Minho passed you the final cup he had washed, the delicate glass cool and smooth in your hands, he turned his attention to rinsing his own hands. The kitchen was bathed in a soft, amber glow from the overhead light, casting gentle shadows that danced across the room. He dried his hands with a kitchen towel, the fabric absorbing the last traces of moisture with a quiet efficiency.
Watching you with a tender gaze, his sharp features softened into an expression of serene affection. The contrast of his usual intensity with this gentle demeanor created a moment of profound intimacy. As you felt the lightest brush of his lips on the crown of your head, a shy smile unfurled on your lips, a silent acknowledgment of the warmth and closeness between you.
After you had finished rinsing the last cup, Minho reached out, offering you the towel he had used. The gesture, simple yet laden with care, spoke volumes of his desire to share this small, endearing ritual. His touch lingered with a quiet intimacy, as if the act of handing you the towel was another way of weaving a thread of connection into the fabric of your shared evening.
"Dinner was delicious, as always, my love," you murmured with a contented sigh, letting the kitchen towel slip from your fingers and fall gently to the floor. You moved closer, enfolding him in a tender embrace. Your arms wrapped around his lean torso, drawing him into the warmth of your affection.
Resting your chin on his chest, you tilted your head upwards to gaze at him with adoration. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek provided a soothing backdrop to your heartfelt gratitude. "Thank you," you whispered softly, your voice a tender caress against the quiet of the evening. In that moment, the simple act of holding each other spoke volumes, a silent testament to the depth of your shared love and appreciation.
A playful twinkle sparkled in his eyes as he looked at you, his smile radiating warmth and affection. His fingers, gentle and reassuring, wove through your hair with a tender touch, as if savoring the moment of closeness.
"Iâm glad you enjoyed the meal," he murmured, his voice a soft caress against the quiet. The sincerity of his words was mirrored in the affectionate way he stroked your hair, his touch both soothing and intimate. In that shared, tranquil moment, his gaze and gentle gestures spoke volumes about the care and joy he found in seeing you content.
What began as a fleeting, tender kiss on your cheek had swiftly transformed into a fervent embrace of lips. The gentle touch of his lips ignited a spark, leading to a passionate kiss where your tongues engaged in their well-practiced dance, exploring and intertwining with a fluid grace.
His hands cradled your face with an exquisite tenderness, as though he feared that any more pressure might shatter the delicate connection between you. The way his fingers caressed your cheeks, with such gentle reverence, conveyed a deep sense of reverence and care. Each touch seemed to convey an unspoken promise, a silent pledge to cherish and protect the fragile beauty of the moment.
âOhâ!â A sudden, startled yelp pierced the air, shattering the intimate bubble that had enveloped you and Minho. Heads whipped around in unison to find Yongbok standing at the kitchen entrance, his expression a mix of surprise and awkward hesitation.
He lingered at the threshold, caught between the decision to either step into the room or retreat to the safety of the living room. His stance, poised mid-step with uncertainty written across his face, underscored the unexpected intrusion into what had been a moment of tender privacy.
"Ah," Minho exhaled with a playful whine, his head tilting to the side as if weighed down by exaggerated exasperation. He squeezed his eyes shut, the corners of his mouth curving into a mock frown that was both endearing and dramatic.
"I canât seem to have a moment of solitude in here," he lamented, his tone laced with a humorous undertone. The theatrics of his gesture and the melodramatic sigh added a layer of lightheartedness to the interruption, making his feigned annoyance all the more charming.
A deep blush colored Yongbokâs cheeks as he bowed his head slightly, offering a silent apology that spoke volumes. His embarrassment was palpable, yet he moved with a purposeful grace, stepping into the kitchen with a mix of shyness and determination.
He made a beeline for the freezer, his movements quick and somewhat furtive. With a swift motion, he retrieved a brand new tub of ice cream, the cool container a stark contrast to the warmth of his cheeks. As he slipped back toward the door, his voice broke through the quiet with an embarrassed yet earnest, âSorry!â His hasty retreat, accompanied by the muffled sound of the freezer closing, left a lingering trace of his red-faced mortification.
You couldnât help but chuckle at the unfolding scene, the sound a soft ripple of amusement in the otherwise quiet room. Your hands gently rested on Minhoâs biceps, feeling the subtle strength beneath his shirt as you turned to face him once more.
Minho was already gazing at you with a look that combined mischief and amusement, his eyes sparkling with a playful light that drew you in. The sight of his tender, yet mischievous expression made your heart flutter, an involuntary blush creeping across your cheeks. The warmth of your blush contrasted with the coolness of the evening, adding a delightful layer to the already enchanting moment.
âShould I escort everyone who doesnât reside here out?â Minho mused aloud, his index finger tapping thoughtfully against his chin. The gesture was deliberate, a small ritual of contemplation as he considered the crowded scene around him.
He sighed softly, his gaze drifting towards you with a mix of longing and humor. âIâd really appreciate a moment of solitude with my lover,â he continued, his voice tinged with playful exasperation. The desire for privacy was clear in his words, a heartfelt wish for a brief respite from the throng of people that seemed to encircle you both.
Your cheeks flushed deeper at his remark, the warmth of your blush spreading as you playfully slapped his chest with a gentle, teasing motion. âNo, I actually enjoy having them here,â you replied, your voice carrying a soft, affectionate tone.
Minhoâs reaction was swift and dramaticâhe pouted, a look of mock offense crossing his features. His expression was almost comically wounded, adding a layer of endearing charm to his demeanor. âYou love them here, too,â he retorted, his voice tinged with a hint of playful reproach. âWe donât get many chances to spend time like this, surrounded by everyone we care about.â His words carried a mix of sincerity and affection, highlighting the rare and cherished moments of togetherness amidst the lively company.
Though Minho recognized the truth in your words, he couldnât resist the dramatic flair of throwing his head back in an exaggerated display of exasperation. The gesture was both theatrical and endearing, a playful prelude to the amused smile that soon graced his lips as he turned back to face you.
With a gentle peck on your forehead, his affection was palpable and tender, a quiet gesture that spoke volumes. Minho then shifted slightly, subtly encouraging you to step back and make room for him to maneuver. Together, you both ventured back into the living room, where the lively banter of the other members filled the air. Their animated debate over which movie to watch created a backdrop of joyful chaos, adding a touch of familiar, comfortable noise to the eveningâs unfolding scenes.
ěě°˝ëš ââ SEO CHANGBIN.
As you stepped into the familiar confines of the gym, the echo of your footsteps reverberated through the empty space. The dim lighting cast a soft glow on the rows of pristine equipment, all neatly aligned yet untouched, giving the place an almost ethereal quality. It was a sanctuary of solitude, the usual clamor replaced by a serene silence, the gym technically closed to the public. But Changbin, with his special privileges, had always been an exception.
Changbin's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he turned to you, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "What are you going to be working on today?" he inquired, his voice gentle yet brimming with enthusiasm.
You took a moment, savoring the tranquility, before taking a swift sip from your water bottle. "Today, Iâll focus on my arms and chest," you replied, your voice steady and resolute. "But Iâm starting with cardio."
Changbin nodded, his expression one of approval and understanding. Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss onto your cheek, the warmth of his lips lingering like a delicate whisper. He then gently nudged you towards the treadmill, his touch both encouraging and affectionate. "Today's leg day for me," he declared with a soft chuckle, his eyes glinting with determination.
As you began your workout, the rhythmic hum of the treadmill filled the air, blending seamlessly with the soft rustle of your movements. The gym, though silent and still, seemed to come alive with the shared energy and quiet companionship, a testament to the unspoken bond you and Changbin cherished.
Just like that, you both found yourselves immersed in your own worlds, each movement and breath synchronizing with the rhythm of your workouts. The gym seemed to fade away, leaving only the steady cadence of your heartbeats and the pulsating energy of your exertion.Â
Your large headphones enveloped your ears, cocooning you in a bubble of high-energy music. Each song, meticulously selected for its invigorating beat, propelled you forward, every stride on the treadmill matching the tempo of the powerful tunes. The music was your fuel, igniting your determination and driving you through each passing minute.
Meanwhile, Changbin was equally engrossed in his routine, his focus unwavering as he pushed through the burn of leg day. The clang of weights and the soft thud of his movements created a rhythm of their own, a testament to his dedication and strength.Â
When the thirty minutes finally elapsed, you both reconvened, seeking each other's presence for a much-needed respite. Your breath came in shallow pants, the exertion evident in the slight sheen of sweat glistening on your skin. The treadmill had tested your endurance, leaving you flushed and glowing with the heat of your efforts.
Changbin, too, bore the marks of his intense workout. His face was flushed, and beads of perspiration trickled down his temples. He lifted his water bottle, tilting it back to down a generous portion of the cool liquid, the refreshing sensation bringing a momentary relief from the heat.Â
As you caught your breath, the shared silence was comforting, a mutual understanding that needed no words. The gym, still hushed and serene, felt like a haven where both of you could push your limits and find solace in each otherâs presence.
"I was watching you while you were running," Changbin remarked after wiping his mouth, his tone carrying a playful edge that made you smirk. His dark eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration and mischief as he continued, "You look so good, itâs not even remotely funny or fair."
You couldn't help but scoff, rolling your eyes at him, but the warmth in his gaze made it impossible to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. Stepping closer to your boyfriend, you felt a surge of affection. The scent of his cologne mingled with the fresh, clean aroma of the gym, creating an intimate bubble around you both.
In one swift motion, you captured his lips with yours, the kiss light and teasing. You giggled, delighting in the surprised look on his face as you pulled away before he had a chance to react. His pout was adorable, a mixture of mock annoyance and genuine desire.
Not one to be outdone, Changbin leaned down, closing the distance between you. His lips found yours again, this time more firmly, conveying a deeper passion and a hint of possessiveness. The kiss was a promise, a silent affirmation of his feelings, and you responded in kind, melting into the moment.
The gym, with its quiet solitude and dim lighting, faded into the background. All that mattered was the connection between you two, the electricity in the air as your lips met and parted. It was a stolen moment of tenderness and playfulness, a testament to the unique bond you shared.
As you should have expected, Changbin wasted no time in reaching up to cradle your face, his fingers tender yet firm against your skin. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and his intent was clear: he wanted to deepen the kiss, to lose himself in the moment with you.
The world seemed to fade away as his lips moved against yours, each touch a testament to his longing. However, before the kiss could escalate, a sudden, sharp sound shattered the tranquility. The door banged open with a loud thud, startling you both apart, your hearts pounding not just from the exertion but from the abrupt interruption.
You and Changbin turned simultaneously, eyes wide with surprise and a hint of annoyance, to find Jeongin standing by the door. His expression was a mixture of embarrassment and amusement, a sheepish smile spreading across his face as he took in the scene.
"I'm sorry," Jeongin began, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I didn't know you guys would need some timeâ"
He hesitated, glancing between you and Changbin, the awkwardness of the situation apparent. The silence stretched for a moment, thick with unspoken words and the remnants of the interrupted kiss.
Jeongin's smile turned a bit more genuine as he added, "I can give you five minutes to finish, though."
The jab had you cackling, the sound echoing through the gym. Changbin, however, feigned offense, playfully yelling, "Hey! I can last a hell of a lot longer than some measly five minutes!" He huffed dramatically, his pout exaggerated to drive home the point. Jeongin laughed, shaking his head slightly, amused by the spectacle.
"What are you even doing here?" Changbin asked after a beat of silence, curiosity piqued.
Jeongin cocked his head to the side, his expression almost puzzled. "YouâŚwe agreed Iâd meet you here tonight to work outâŚ" His words trailed off, the memory slowly dawning on him as he spoke.
As if struck by sudden realization, Changbin gasped theatrically, slapping his palm against his forehead. "Thatâs right! Iâm sorry, come in." His apology was earnest, his eyes reflecting a mixture of guilt and amusement.
"Oh, Iâd rather not be a third wheel, thank you very much," Jeongin teased, a playful glint in his eyes. You rolled your eyes at him, unable to suppress a smile. The banter was light-hearted, a testament to the easy camaraderie between you all.
Changbin, on the other hand, wasn't about to let his friend off the hook that easily. "Oh, no you donât!" he called out, his voice booming through the gym. He rushed forward, grabbing Jeongin by the shirt as he attempted to leave, pulling him back into the gym with surprising strength.
Jeongin's protests were half-hearted, more amused than anything else. The scene was almost comical, the gymâs solemnity broken by your laughter and the playful antics of your friends. It was a moment of shared joy, a reminder of the bonds that held you together even in the most mundane of settings.
íŠíě§ ââ HWANG HYUNJIN.
You whine softly, your voice barely above a whisper, as you press your hand against Hyunjin's forehead to push him away. His persistence is unwavering, though, and he keeps returning with puckered lips and mischievous eyes that sparkle with playful intent. The soft glow of the television casts a warm hue over the room, illuminating his features and accentuating the twinkle in his eyes.
For quite some time now, Hyunjin had been trying to capture your lips with his own, his attempts at stealing kisses becoming increasingly daring. Yet, your focus remained steadfast on the movie playing on the screen. The filmâs storyline had finally ensnared your attention, and for once, you wanted to see it through without distractions. You couldn't help but feel a bit guilty, knowing how much Hyunjin craved these intimate moments, but the timing just didn't feel right.
Besides, the living room of the apartment he shared with his roommate, Changbin, didnât seem like the ideal setting for such affection. The thought of indulging in romantic gestures here, even with the knowledge that Changbin was away at the gym, felt unsettling. The echo of his presence lingered in the air, and the mere idea of it dulled the allure of Hyunjin's advances. The movie provided a convenient shield, a reason to resist the pull of his playful charm, as you both sat close yet worlds apart on the couch.
"Come on," Hyunjin complained, his voice tinged with a playful whine as he pouted, his lips forming a perfect, exaggerated curve. The sight of him like this, with his bottom lip jutting out and his eyes wide with mock disappointment, sent a ripple of amusement through you. Unable to suppress a giggle, you found his expression irresistibly adorable, a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor.
"Just a little bit, and then I'll leave you alone," he pleaded, his tone a mixture of enticement and surrender. His persistence was endearing, a testament to his desire for your attention and affection. You sighed theatrically, rolling your eyes with feigned exasperation at his dramatic antics, yet a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. Hyunjin's charm was a force to be reckoned with, and even in moments like these, he knew exactly how to push your buttons.
"The movie is almost done," you stated, glancing at the television screen and pointing with the remote in your hand. The film's climax was nearing, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and relief. "Once the movie is done, I'm all yours â fair?" Your words hung in the air, a promise of undivided attention once the credits rolled.Â
Hyunjin huffed in playful defeat, his breath escaping in a soft, theatrical exhale. With a resigned nod, he agreed, then settled himself comfortably on the couch, laying his head on your lap while his feet dangled off the armrest. The weight of his head on your thighs felt familiar and comforting. A chuckle escaped your lips as you unpaused the movie, your fingers instinctively weaving through his long, silken hair, the strands slipping like liquid gold between your fingertips.
There was something endearing about Hyunjin's behavior, how he could be so clingy and needy despite his usual claims of not being a fan of physical affection. It amused you endlessly, this dichotomy of his personality, and you couldn't help but smile at the contrast. His presence was a delightful distraction, one that added a layer of warmth and intimacy to the moment.
As the movie continued to play, you found yourself getting drawn back into the plot, though not without the occasional commentary meant to elicit laughter from Hyunjin. Your whispered remarks and shared giggles created a cozy cocoon of companionship, the outside world fading away as you reveled in the simple pleasure of being together. Each touch, each laugh, each whispered word added another stitch to the tapestry of your shared moments, weaving a bond that felt unbreakable.
When the movie finally came to an end, you barely had a moment to register the closing credits before Hyunjin practically launched himself at you, his lithe form straddling your lap with an impish grin lighting up his face. His eyes sparkled with a playful mischief, and without warning, he began to pepper your face and neck with a flurry of kisses. Each feather-light touch sent delightful shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but giggle loudly, the sound filling the room with infectious joy.
Despite your best efforts to push him away, your attempts were half-hearted at best, your resolve weakened by the sheer delight of his affectionate onslaught. Hyunjin, ever the tease, quickly caught your wrists in his grasp, pinning them securely to his lap. His grip was firm yet gentle, and his eyes danced with laughter as he resumed his barrage of kisses. The sensation of his lips against your skin, warm and insistent, left you breathless and giddy.
You wriggled and squirmed beneath him, your laughter rising in pitch as you became a squealing, giggling mess. The room seemed to blur around you, the only clarity being the closeness of Hyunjin, the feel of his body pressed against yours, and the sound of his laughter mingling with your own. His kisses were relentless, each one a playful declaration of his affection, and no amount of squirming seemed to deter him.
In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only you and Hyunjin, caught in a whirlwind of shared laughter and tender kisses. Your attempts at defense were futile, each wriggle and squeal only serving to encourage him further. Yet, beneath the playful struggle, there was a profound sense of happiness, a blissful contentment that wrapped around you like a warm embrace.
Lost in your own bubble of joy and affection, neither of you noticed when Changbin returned from the gym. He stood silently by the doorway, his phone poised in front of his face, capturing the endearing chaos unfolding before him. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he recorded the scene, amused by the playful display of intimacy.
It was only when you turned your head and caught sight of him that a startled yelp escaped your lips. The sound jolted Hyunjin from his revelry, his expression shifting from delight to confusion. "Hey! What are you doing? Are you filming?" you asked with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. The sudden shift in your tone finally alerted Hyunjin to his roommateâs presence.
Changbinâs boisterous laughter erupted, filling the space with a rich, hearty sound. He quickly turned off his phone and shoved it into his pocket, but not before Hyunjin had leapt from your lap, his face a mix of mock outrage and concern. âThatâs an invasion of privacy!â Hyunjin declared with exaggerated drama, his voice ringing through the room.
Your laughter mingled with Changbinâs as you shot Hyunjin a teasing look. âBaby, weâre in the living room. This is not a private space for you to be saying that.â Hyunjinâs face fell into a pout, his lower lip jutting out as he glanced at you.Â
âWhose side are you on, huh?â he asked, a playful edge to his tone.
Changbin, clearly entertained by the bickering, shook his head with a chuckle as he turned and made his way towards his bedroom. His amusement lingered in the air, a lighthearted reminder of the everyday warmth and camaraderie that filled the apartment. The door closed softly behind him, leaving you and Hyunjin to continue your playful exchange, the echo of laughter still dancing in the room.
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i think i've seen this jacket somewhere (m. ver) á°.á
pairing: bang chan x reader
synopsis: stray kids getting suspicious of (more like already confirmed about) your and bang chan's relationship.
maknae lineâ.á hyung line
note: (enlarge the tweets for the full pic)
image count: 15 (4 stories, 2 tweets, 9 texts)
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a/n: can y'all guess what my favourite dynamic is hehe seungmin is literally my role model i love his sassy ass sm can't believe he's still surviving after all the stunts he's pulled on his hyungs (really wanted to add a half of 52 joke maybe next time đ)
also wanted to take this moment to thank all the love everyone has shown on the first part of this fic, i'm really so grateful <3
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