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biteyoubiteme · 2 months ago

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black cherry flavored

ot5 txt x fem!reader

synopsis: how many ghostfaces are there again?

warnings: 🔞!!! gangbang, mentions of drinking, getting scared, fearplay? reader gets chased through house and doesnt know who it is, knifeplay (only used to cut off underwear), clit play, mean dom moments, filming during sex, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (f!), creampie(s), marking, subspace, fingering, oral (m! rec), hair pulling!, overstim (f!rec), she/her used prob forgot some

wc: 9.2k (this one got away from me)

an: this is not proofread at all im so so so sorry forgive me sweet angel ily but I cannot believe october is over and this event has come to an end ;-; I hope you guys like this one! im a HUGE horror movie fan so I was excited to do this and hopefully it turned out well. I went with a different approach for a scream fic that was kinda based on different aspects from the movies and I hope you like it! feedback is appreciated :)) [m.list]

this is apart of my mini kinktober event check out the rest of the fics! [dumdum m.list]

"whats your favorite scary movie?"

You roll your eyes, hand coming up to cover the screen of your laptop. “Aren't you supposed to be doing your own work not pestering me about mine?”

It was late in the night, the library dead silent besides the hum of the heater and faint typing on stiff keyboards. The door to the study space was cracked just enough to hear the elevator if it dinged, the indicator the floor would soon be closing for the cleaning staff. The clock on the wall told you it was close to one in the morning, only an hour away from the library being cleared and closed.

“I'm avoiding the rest of my essay,” beomgyu shrugs, clicking his pen as a signal for an end to the line of questioning. “Annoying you just seemed like a better plan,”

“Annoying all of us, I needed this done an hour ago,” yeonjun doesn't even look up from his laptop, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, lenses glossed over with the light from his screen, fingers speeding over the keys only to pause and jam the delete button. “Fuck, i lost my train of thought,”

“It's already late, just turn it in tomorrow morning,” huening suggests, slouched back in his chair, thumbs nibbly swiveling on the joystick of his switch. “The syllabus said it was ten points off no matter how late after twelve you submit it,”

“Don't talk to me right now, you got yours in on time. And I'm getting this done tonight whether I like it or not. I won't be able to handle looking at it tomorrow morning. the paper just won't get turned in at all if that happens,” yeonjuns back to typing furiously squinting at his laptop not noticing kais grin.

“You should have listened to me about meeting up at nine, but nooo-”

“Huening,” yeonjun warns.

“I'm just saying…”

Yeonjun picks up one of Soobin's scattered pens from the table, tossing it at Kai hitting him in the lap. And when Kai just laughs, Yeonjun picks up a few more to throw, the showering of pens making Kai yelp.

“Shhh,” soobin doesn't even lift his head to see what's going on. He and tae had been trying to sleep for the better part of two hours, Taehyun having found success, sliding two chairs together to prop his legs up. He pulled his hat down over his eyes and hasn't said anything since closing them. Soobin only crossed his arms and laid his head down, leg bouncing showing he was still struggling to actually find it in him to sleep without his bed.

The six of you usually booked the room on Friday nights from nine to two, blocking the time to try and catch up on work before the weekend. It was either the time you got the most work done or none at all. You're surprised it took beomgyu this long to finally turn away from his assignment at this point he's usually at the whiteboard doodling or trying to get everyone to play dirty hangman.

It was easier to get all of you together here instead of one of your small dorms, the space hardly big enough for three people let alone six. In the library you didn't have to worry about cramming together, the fourth floors study spaces equipped with long tables and eight chairs. Out of the two libraries on campus this one didn't have many people visit often, especially not when the walk from any of the dorms was twice as long. The fourth floor was empty and quiet except for the group's laughter on nights you didn't worry about work.

“You didn't answer that question,” beomgyu points out again, pointer finger pushing away your hand blocking the screen, “what's your favorite scary movie?”

“I didn't answer it because I can't choose,” you confess, scrolling through the paper you're writing for class.

“Is your homework twenty questions?” soobins voice is muffled, annoyed and sleep-ridden.

“No-”

beomgyu cuts you off before you could explain, brows scrunching as he reads. “Looks like it, this one is ‘what are the rules around sex’ there is no way this actually for your class,”

“What?” this pulls soobins head up, the messy strands of his dark hair sticking up around his forehead.

“Of course you wake up when you hear the word sex,” yeonjun quips, pursing his lips reading over his work on his screen.

“No need to wake up you type so loud i couldn't fall asleep,” soobin says brushing his long fingers through his hair, you always noticed the later it got the grumpier he became, pouting lips and half lidded eyes always making an appearance after midnight.

“It's for my film studies class. We’re learning about the rules of horror,” its clarification enough for soobin who nods but beomgyu lets his head tilt to the side, the vision of a question mark.

“Rules? You can't just send a killer in, have them spill some blood, and call it a day?”

“You could, but i'm sure it would follow a pattern, even without you realizing it,” scrolling through your work you pause on the first option. “First you have to think about the time period when the movie was filmed. Most of the popular ones ranged from the 80’s to the early 2000’s. A huge push in most cultures is the topics of sex, drugs, and money. It's the three things people try to control the most. Throw a bunch of badly behaving teens in with a psycho killer playing god and you can tell the masses how wrong something is. Like having sex,”

“So wrong it would get you killed?”

“Yup, in most, if not all, horror movies the people who have sex on screen or are known for sleeping around get killed off, leaving the poor virgin alive. Main characters who live to the end also don't drink, or do drugs. Rich people aren't safe, especially if you have a big empty house with lots of stairs, doors, and windows. The more for you to make the wrong decision not to exit from,”

“Then who does live?” Kai asks, game paused in hand.

“The girl next door lead, never her boyfriend, the camera man, unless you see him leave the group because you should never leave the group under any circumstances. But everyone else is fair game. Oh and if you say ��i'll be right back,’ the lines a killer in and of itself,”

“So I'd die because I like to have a good time?” yeonjun asks, fingers paused on his keys as he looks over at you. Everyone but tae is turned in your direction, listening intently.

“Unless you're the killer, or lucky because you weren't in line of the camera when you decided it was smart enough to leave the house. It's very kill or be killed. Another rule is to never trust anyone,”

“The list just gets longer and longer,” soobin sits back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head as he stretches, “you know i saw this one post on twitter that some people like the whole masked killer thing, gets them off,”

“Of course you would be on twitter looking at stuff like that,” gyu fakes disappointment, shaking his head, “this is exactly why you wouldn't survive, you're a closeted perv,”

“I don't know about closeted perv, he was openly scrolling past hentai the other day in the dorm,” yeonjun is back to typing, soobin kicking the foot of his chair.

“Past it, i didn't pause on it,”

“It was on your for you page! Clearly you have a habit of liking things akin to it,”

“I don't know, I think it's kinda hot, the mask thing. or i guess more so the build up of fear, it's almost like foreplay, your pulse starts going, you get all flushed. And I did see this clip of these two guys dressed up…” this wouldn't be the first time any of you confessed to watching something that turned you on. All of you had been friends for years, growing up nothing had ever been an off limits topic. You can see the video in your head, the way they held the girl between them; how they manhandled her down onto the bed.

“So you and soobin are both freaks,” beomgyu grins, the need to tease showing right in his eyes.

“A threesome is not freaky,” Taehyun states, breaking his silence, hat still over his eyes, fully relaxed and laid back. If you hadn't known the sound of his voice you would have assumed he was still asleep, if he had even been asleep in the first place.

“Agreed, anything over three is a little freaky,” soobin shrugs, bending over halfway out of his chair to pick up his fallen pens.

“So would you? Sleep with more than two people at once?” gyu asks, the tilt back to his head, “this is the true test if you're freaky or not,” he chuckles.

“I mean yeah… would you?” The question is directed at the room and you watch the question lay over them like fog, each of them thinking for a second, blank expressions all the way around.

Taehyun was the first to respond, shrugging his shoulders before nodding briefly, “I wouldn't let the opportunity slip by if it was offered,” It was a unanimous yes from all of them, the hummed agreement not too surprising.

“Done!” yeonjun smashes one last key before stretching big, “finally fucking submitted, and right before we have to leave, im surprised the staff hasnt gotten around to our room yet to kick us out,”

Taehyun pulls his hat from his face, sitting up with a yawn, “good, i needed my bed two hours ago,”

It always felt so good to sleep in on a saturday after a study session like this, you could already feel how cozy it would be to wrap up in your blanket. And even if the mattress was shit with or without the foam topper, it was better than laying out in the chairs like taehyun just was.

All of you cleaned up the space, making sure to tuck in the chairs, pick up the discarded cups of late night bad decision coffee. Squishing in the elevator together, bags bumping into one another before you filed out; passing all the empty desks and empty aisles of books to make it out the front door.

As soon as the outside air hits your cheeks you know it’s going to feel like a long walk back to the dorms. the boys tucking their ears into hoodies, zipping their jackets up, you and kai lived in the dorms on the opposite side of campus from the rest of them, their walk shorter by only a few minutes.

“Okay we’re still on for dinner tomorrow right?” Kai asks the group.

beomgyu’s jumping on the balls of his feet to try to generate some warmth. “literally just text us, I cannot think about tomorrow when i’m this cold and sleepy,”

“Yes, we’re still on, I've been craving anything other than dining hall food for the past week,” yeonjun adds, shivering as he pulls the straps of his bag closer to his chest. “We'll still meet up back here like usual,” he was walking backwards as he said it, already a few steps behind the others, “but see you guys tomorrow or should I say ‘i’ll be right back!’” he jokingly yells while the others wave goodbye.

“don’t play jjunie, you might be next! don’t trust anyone!” He gives you a silent salute in response as you and Kai head out for your walk.

Instinctively the two of you are shoulder to shoulder, bumping into one another every other step. Silence following each muffled step on the pavement. Sometimes the two of you didn't say anything until you split on the elevators. a quick ‘goodnight’ or ‘see you tomorrow’ thrown out as you step out on your floor, waving as the doors closed back up so he could go up one more level. Other nights it was the two of you giggling trying to keep it down as you walked under the moonlight, too late to be loud.

You wrap your arms around yourself, shivering as the wind hits the treeline. spots of orange light from the spaced out street lights are rare, casting the two of you in darkness every time the moon is behind the clouds; every several feet the hash light is back in your path.

“So you'd live? In a horror movie?” Kai asks, hands shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders to his ears from the cold. The wind is hitting him right in the face, tossing his hair from his eyes where he liked to keep it. He asks it so softly, the question highlighted in the divot of his brow, nose pink, face washed in the glow from the moon.

“I'm not really a virgin so…,” it's not an embarrassing confession but when it's this late with his eyes trained solely on you it's like a spilled glass of red wine on white sheets. Impossible to look away from.

“You wouldn't live for knowing how people survive?”

“The smart ones usually die from bad luck, they know to head for the car waiting in the lot but forget the keys or if the keys are still in the ignition they never check the back seat. They know if you run into the woods to escape you can hide, but how unlucky for a rusty forgotten bare trap to be waiting for your next step. or if you miss that one here's a log to trip over, only to tumble down a hill and break your neck. Call the police? You're in the one movie a phone works only for you to forget never trust anyone because the police work for the killer,”

“So none of us make it?” It's such an open question the way he asks it, the hopeful twinge hitting the ending, twisting it into something it shouldn't be. Written right over his features the soft words unsaid, can't we? There has to be a way.

“This isn't a movie kai, we’re fine,”

“I know, it's only a question,” he's so easily flustered when alone, second guessing everything he says, as if one slip up will make you hate him. Now he's blushing, both of you falling back into comfortable silence. You can tell he's thinking by the way he's biting at his cheek, eyes watching his feet, making sure not to miss one step. You assume it's the end of what he has to say, his silence following you all the way back to your floor. The elevator doors opened finally giving him the courage to speak up. “Do you…”

“Hum?” you lift your arm to hold the doors open, turned to see him struggling to get the words out.

“Do you want to come with me to my parents cabin,” he says it all in a rush, avoiding looking you in the eyes just in case you reject him. “I mean you don't have to, the guys won't be there and if it makes you uncomfortable-” he cuts himself off, hand at the back of his neck, trying to rub away his embarrassment, “forget it- forget i said anything,”

“It's okay, I'd love to go. where is it?”

“Um it's like two hours from campus, my parents need me to check on it just cause and i thought, why not make a weekend of it? I mean, you can finally sleep on a real mattress, not whatever was issued here,”

A weekend away did sound good, perfect after the semester you were having. And Kai is as sweet as they come, spending time with him wouldn't be bad at all. “Sure, when are you thinking?”

“Next week?”

It was all so very innocent, a sweet boy asking a girl to join him on a weekend getaway. He even packed you snacks for the drive, let you pick all the music, and made sure to carry your bag in when you arrived.

You weren't stupid enough not to realize why you were here and the other boys didn't get an invite. The whole week you thought it over, pushing around the idea of being with him. And you could tell he was tossing it around all throughout the drive, periodically blushing without saying a thing to you, hands tightening on the steering wheel; knuckles turning white from the pressure.

Halfway through the drive you realized exactly what he meant by cabin. Not the kind sitting near the edge of a trail, but one hidden deep into the woods for perfect seclusion. Kai had a late class to make up for and the two of you didn't get started on the drive until the sun was already setting behind the trees. Every shadow thrown across the road drew longer and longer as the car kept on.

The gravel driveway leading up to the cabin was a stretch, but when you finally broke past the winding path the gleaming two story was not very cabin like. The windows reflecting the cars headlights back at you expanded most of the first level. Wraparound porch dotted with chairs, and a swinging bench. As soon as kai killed the engine the silence stumbled in, darkness spilling over the scene as you climbed out of your seat.

“This place is huge,” you whisper, as if anything louder would disrupt the peace of the outdoors. You held your phone's flash up in front of you, huening fumbling to put the key into the lock on the first try. Each attempt from his shaking hand failed.

“Here,” you took the key into your own hand, twisting the knob and pushing the door open.

“Sorry,” his voice wavering as he flips on the light switch, “i'm just- you know-,” he cuts himself off not wanting any more embarrassment to follow him.

As soon as the lights come on you can't see anything outside, the windows a reflection of the room. A tv hanging over a huge stone fireplace, welcoming couches spaced out in a semi circle around a wooden coffee table, a bar topped with dusty glasses pushed in the corner. Kai kicks off his shoes by the door, walking further in you notice the dark hallway leading deeper into the first floor, a staircase waiting right by the entrance. But kai ignores it all while walking towards the kitchen.

“I mostly have to check the doors and windows to make sure no one broke in,” he's trying to fill the silence, rambling to kill his nerves,”one year we had someone steal the tv, we don't really leave much now just incase, so that's why it looks so empty,”

“People actually drive all the way out here and break in? The last time i saw a turn off the road before this one was an hour ago,”

“You never know, it's best to just check and fill out a report sooner rather than later,” in the kitchen the backdoor is made of two foggy planes of glass, only the outline of kai seen in the weavering shape. He twists the knob and to your surprise it gives way and opens, “damn one of my sisters must have forgotten to lock it last they were here,” You lean your hip against the kitchen island, taking his explanation as is.

“They come out here to check too?”

“Rarely they mostly come with their friends but stopped when they realized there is zero phone service this far out,”

“There isn't?” you hadn't even checked to see if your phone was working, “what if someone had broken in? You have no phone to make a call from,”

He chuckles pointing past your shoulder, right on the end of the counter a sleek black cordless landline rests in its holder, the blinking red light showing one waiting voicemail. “Sometimes it can be spotty but for the most part its a solid line of communication,”

Hand still on the knob of the backdoor he locks the door before walking over to the pantry, finding only a crate of dusty wine and a stack of old jiffy pop popcorn.

“Wait, I didn't think they made these anymore,” you reach out for the thin metal handle attached to the panshapped popcorn container. Shaking it you hear the rattle of the kernels, “when i was younger i thought it was just something people had in movies,”

“My sisters and i love the stuff, it's also easy to pop outside over the fire,”

“So all you leave is popcorn and wine when you're not staying here?” you tap the crate of wine with your foot, his grin boyish and shy.

“It's a good thing for us now i guess,”

It's what leads you to sharing the bottle, passing it by the neck as he gives you a tour of the house. His lips right at the spout, nerves loosening up with each sip he takes, creaking steps leading up the second floor. “And here is my room,”

It’s right at the end of the hall, bed neatly made with a single stuffed penguin sitting against the pillows. “You left him here all alone?” You ask, picking up the plushie, Kai's standing in front of the closet, the slatted doors making up most of the wall behind him facing the bed.

He shrugs placing the half full wine bottle down on his dresser, “someone needed to protect my prize possession,” he falls right onto the mattress, head thrown back, hair spilling against the pillows, “i always sleep so good in this bed,” cheeks flushed from the wine, half lidded eyes watching you from under his lashes. It's an invitation you don't pass up.

You climb in after him, feeling relaxed from drinking even if it was only a little bit, you can tell it's helped him too, his lazy smile so blissful. “I'm sure this bed is good for other things too,” you don't even care about being bold, not alone with him under you as you dip your head, nose brushing his.

The first kiss is so soft, a brush of lips together lasting no longer than a second. Kai whines in the back of his throat, an ache for more hidden in the desperate sound. It's addicting to have someone seem so needy for your attention, his legs instinctively tangling with yours, hand at the back of your neck pulling you back down for another kiss.

The two of you fumbling to feel at each other, your hand sliding up under his shirt to touch his warm skin, his stomach flexing at the brush of your cold fingertips. His hand at your waist pulling you closer to him, needing you as close as he can get you. The kiss is sloppy in seconds, his tongue sliding against yours, noses bumping as you breath in each other. You can feel that he's semi-hard, pressed against your thigh between his legs.

He's a mess, whimpering when you pull away to take off your sweater, leaving you braless in a tank top. greedy hands back on you, pulling you back down on top of him, he’s grinding onto you desperately, fully hard from only kissing.

every little noise he makes is caught in your mouth, his fingers fumbling for the button on your jeans. you have to pull away after his failed attempt, giggling as you brush his hair back, “it’s okay to take it a little bit slow huening we have all night,” you remind him, “I don’t want you cumming in your jeans when it could be in or on me,” he's looking up at you with total devotion, with an expression that lets you know he'd let you do anything if you asked.

“Please?” and it doesn't even matter what he's begging for, you would let him do just about anything in return for looking at you like that.

You're quick to rid yourself of your pants, falling back to the bed and letting him roll on top of you. Hands in his hair as he presses into you, one hand holding himself up while the other snakes down between you two. The soft gasp you let out eggs him on, drawing soft circles over your clothed clit like he knows exactly what to do. You twist your fingers into his hair, his lips tracing down your neck, hips back to grinding into your thigh. At first you don't notice the smell of popcorn. It's faint upstairs, wafting in through the vents, buttery and warm as kai slips his fingers into you. Your hips rolling on his hand, meeting every thrust, heel of his palm pressed to your clit.

It isn't until the popcorn starts to burn that you say something, the tang in the air subtle as kai sucks hickeys on your sensitive skin. “Is something on fire?”

Kai pulls away from the crook of your neck, “what the fuck?” breathing deeply to catch the scent. It's clear in the air now, hanging around like a question. “Stay here,”

it's so unceremonious when he pulls his hand from your panties, fingers dropping onto his tongue to clear them, “i'll be right back, okay?”

“O-okay,” you're confused more than anything, knees pulling in feeling overly exposed all of a sudden. It's silent in the house, the soundtrack of your kissing dimmed to nothing, before it's replaced with the creaking of his dissipating steps down the stairs.

You feel a little foolish sitting in his bed, the crumpled sheets and discarded plushie a reminder that this is not normal for a hook up at all. Letting out a long breath you push out of the bed, all relaxation felt before now gone as you reach for the wine bottle on the dresser. You take a heavy swig from the bottle, needing your courage back. It felt silly to worry over burnt popcorn.

Your stomach turns, sickening realization settling in. the two of you had only picked up the wine, neither of you even put the jiffy pop close to the stove's burners. You're quick to look for your phone, checking in the pile of your clothes on the floor, and finding nothing. Your bag was by the door downstairs, right next to the shoes, if your phone wasnt up here it was bound to be in your bag.

You didn't say anything as you made it to the top of the stairs, not until the phone rang. Not the familiar song that came through your speakers but the deft echo of a warning siren. The kind of ringtone that was played in a movie when someone was receiving bad news, and it didn't stop, traveling up the stairs, playing once, twice, until nothing but silence.

“Huening?” your voice wasn't as strong as you wished, faulting at the end as you took your first step down the stairs.

No response.

The last step creaks under your weight, the sound triggering the phone, that chilling ringtone back in the air. All the lights are on, nothing outside the windows visible as you watch your reflection walk past. You look right at the front door as you walk past, all of your things still in place, even Kai's shoes are still right where he left them.

In the kitchen you find the ringing phone, the little screen bright green as it shows the incoming call. The skins faucet turned on, the pelting water beating down on the thin aluminum foil of the jiffy pop, hastily tossed into the basin. Thin rivulets of smoke still curling from the singed popcorn. The stove's gas burner still lit with a blue flame.

The ringing continues as you turn everything off, feeling suddenly too cold and alone standing under the golden lights. It doesn't help that you're only dressed in your panties and tanktop, bare feet padding across the tile to pick you the phone.

Unknown caller. Read the directory, not even the number shown underneath. You hit answer before you could think better of it.

“Hello?” your pulse was in your ears, washing down your neck, but you're stunned to recognize the voice over the phone.

“What's your favorite scary movie?”

You can't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up before you respond, “kai, are you using the ghostface voice on me right now? You already had your hand down my pants no need for the theatrics,”

You can't even pick up a trace of his real voice over the filter, the soft chuckle on the other line trickling down your spine. “You didn't answer my question, you have to have a favorite, what comes to mind?”

“So we’re quoting the movie now?” you ask, looking around the kitchen, leaning back against the countertop. “Should i go all in and start asking to make it to the sequel?”

He chuckles, so soft and sensual, unlike his usual boisterous laugh. “Maybe…but a little birdie told me that you're not a virgin and you know what happens to those who sleep around right?”

“Enlighten me,” you cross your arms smiling at your reflection in the window. It's a bit silly to be here roleplaying in the first place but it's not like you're against it. What gets you is that it's coming from kai of all people. So soft and sweet, giggling and shyly walking you home. But you truly never know what a persons into until you're faced first with it.

“They don't last very long,” so smug as he says it.

“They don't?”

“Nope, and you have a list of things that you've already done wrong. I don't know if you truly deserve to make it to the sequel,”

“Oh? What did I do wrong?” you smile, checking out your nails, thumb running along the bed of your cuticles as you listen.

“Humm, let me see. First you're all alone in that big old house, did anyone ever tell you never to go into the dark and scary woods all alone?”

“I'm not alone, i have you,”

He ignores the last half of your statement, “Aren't you? hum, funny how i don't see the boytoy around anymore,”

“I can't believe you planned all of this, who knew you would be so freaky? I can't say that it doesn't turn me on though,”

“Oh? How cute that you still think I'm your little boyfriend. I mean didn't you see the signs? The door was unlocked in the back, popcorn on the stove when you didn't put it there, and now a missing boy toy. It's a shame you seem to have forgotten everything you've learned in class, or maybe it was the wine,”

“A few sips won't make me stupid, seriously huening come out, i want to get back into your bed,” you push off the counter, walking back toward the living room until you're stopped dead in your tracks. The sound isn't coming from the phone but just up ahead around the corner.

Your laugh echoes in the empty house, followed by your own words, “it’s okay to take it a little bit slow huening, we have all night, I don’t want you cumming in your jeans when it could be in or on me,”

You follow each line into the living room, the tv on and showing a video of only minutes ago.

“Please?” kais weavering voice seems so loud here instead of between you two.

You can see yourself push down your pants, watch the way the two of you fall right back into each other. Only now you're seeing it from the perspective of the closet, it's the only place you could think of that he would have placed the camera. The slats of the wood even in frame. It's like someone dropped a bucket of ice water on top of you. Standing in front of the tv as if you're Carrie from the prom and someones set up a cruel joke.

“Cute huh?” the voice over the phone asks, that little laugh following right after, “i sure think it is. Look at the way your body reacts to his fingers, you’ll be that pretty for me won't you?”

You feel the hair on the back of your neck rise, the house too big for this kind of game. Even just standing there now alone it felt like you were a fish in a bowl, stuck to be watched from all sides. And not from the video but from the figure standing right on the outside of the window.

He was dressed in all black, nothing like what kai had been wearing before. And covering his face the dripping white mask of ghostface. You only catch a glimpse because the lights are on but it's enough to remind you that maybe this isn't a joke. “Are you outside?”

“I don't know? Am i?” but as he says it you see down the hallway a dark figure step out of a doorway.

Everything in you freezes, your heart rate plummeting, a cold sweat breaking out across your skin. You hadn't even noticed your fingers had been trembling before, not until your deathgrip on the phone starts to hurt. “Don't hang up on me,” he warns over the line, but the person down the hall doesnt even have a phone in sight, his slow prowl reminding you to move.

You take off back towards the kitchen, the back door playing in your head as the best possible exit but as soon as you're in front of it, tugging on a door knob needs to be unlocked you see the haze reflection of two more figures waiting right against the glass. You can hear the laugh of the person on the phone even if it's not to your ear as you rush to pull open any drawer that might have something in it to protect you. But every pull leads you to find nothing at all, “what the fuck!”

The door shakes as they try to pull it open, the glass rattling as you lift the phone back to your ear, “okay huening, that's enough, i get it, ha ha, funny, but seriously-”

“Were you looking for a knife?” he cuts you off, voice so calm when you're falling apart.

“What?” you're exasperated, huffing the question like it's a slap in the face.

“I know where one is, if you want it,”

It's then that the masked man from the hall comes into the kitchen, the steel knife in his hands glinting in the light. “You have to be fucking kidding me right now,” youre desprate to find an explanation for this. The island is between the two of you, his head tilting to the side, the open mouth of the mask mocking you as he takes slow steps around the marble. You're matching his every move, both of you circling the kitchen like two fighters waiting for the ding of a bell.

The door rattles again, the sound making you yelp, hand pressed to your racing heart. It's the distraction you need to bolt right through the kitchens arch way and run to the front door.

You're moving so fast you have little time to slow down, partially slamming into the door, fingers fast to twist the locks.

As soon as it's opened you're standing face to face with another ghostface mask, his black clad outfit sticking to his figure as he towers over you, phone hovering right over the mask's gaping mouth. “Hum not out the front door i guess,”

You try to slam the door shut but his boot clad foot moves fast catching it right before it could close completely. Spinning you run towards the stairs, the sound of their following footsteps close behind. The door to the bedroom is still wide open as you barrel through turning around and throwing the door closed and twisting the lock.

But it's only a moment of relief when you feel a hand clasp around your mouth. Your scream is muffled from their fingers, your eyes closing as if that would fix the situation, the phone in your hand falling to the floor, “Shhh it's okay,” Kai whispers, a strong arm wrapping around your middle pulling you closer to him.

The weight is lifted off your shoulders hearing his voice, hands wrapping around the one covering your mouth to tug it away. “What is going on?” you ask, pulling yourself away from him. your back is to the door and he steps closer backing you right up against it.

“Didn't you say you found it kinda hot, the whole fear thing?” he asks, leaning close enough to kiss, “i wanted to make it extra special for you, and you don't mind if we all share you, right?” his knuckle lifts your chin up so you’re eye to eye, nose to nose, his normal shy smile turned devilish. “All you have to do is say no,”

It was crazy to say yes. your heart still pounding, breathing only just starting to regulate, and yet you want him, you want them. “I-I don’t- I don’t want to say no,”

“Then don’t,” he pushed his whole body against yours, engulfing you in his warmth, taking you for another kiss like you hadn’t left the room at all. You don't even notice him unlocking the door, not until the knob is shaking against your back.

Kai pulls you towards the bed, the closet doors behind him open showing the empty space with a lone camera on a tripod. The red light looking back at you like a warning, you looked right down the barrel of the lens wondering if you would ever see this again, and praying that you did. Kai fit his fingers over you eyes, “don't look at it, don’t think about its there,”

You hear a chuckle, so similar to the one over the phone, only without the filter. Now so easily recognizable as yeonjun, you can picture the way his mouth looks as he does it, his canines on display as he smirks. You don't even have to see him to know, you've known all of them so long you're sure one touch and you could guess who was who. And with both of kais hands on your eyes the brush of someone's fingers on your cheek lets you know exactly who it is. Soobins hands are the softest of the bunch and your face tilts in his direction. “Soobin?”

he lets out a huff of a laugh, “you caught me. And you know it's kind of rude not to open the back door when we come knocking,”

“You scared me,” it's a soft confession that they all chuckle at.

“Did we?” beomgyu teases, so much closer than you expected, the ghost of his touch going up your arm, goosebumps popping up along the trail.

Your senses are on overdrive, pulse loud enough to be heard if one listens close enough, every little thing heightened by your fading fear and covered eyes. You feel a hand slip down your stomach stopping right before your panty line, a single finger sliding under the waistline to pull it and let it snap back against your skin. You jolt from the contact, body flush with kai’s, his hard cock pressed to your back.

You hear rustling from the closet, and kai lets you go, letting you see yeonjun taking the camera in hand. He's adjusting the viewfinder, the others standing in a circle around you, it should be intimidating, the masks off now, looking at you like you're something to eat. It's taehyun that steps forward first, thumb reaching out to drag across your bottom lip. You open your mouth letting him press the digit flat against your tongue.

“You’ll be good for us, won't you?” he asks, and you close your mouth sucking his finger as you nod. He smirks, “i want first,”

It's all he says before he's pushing you down on the bed. It's so quick the air is almost knocked right out of you, your hands scrambling to find purchase on the beds duvet cover. It's almost a shame how wet you already are, the way your panties are cut away, the cold knife in taehyuns free hand only just brushing your skin. The fabric tossed around from person to person. “I did most of the work,” kai adds as you bury your face into the sheets, “she wouldn't be this prepped if i didn't start early,”

“And that's why you have to wait,” “You didn't even get her off,” they talk over each other.

“You guys didn't give me time!” kai tries but they ignore him when you give a sharp whine.

Taehyun shoves his fingers right into you, your body so willing to take him in. but you hear his belt being undone with one hand, and it's a shame you cant see the way his cock looks from this angle, because as he pressed the tip right at your entrance, slick fingers helping to lude up his veiny shaft, you can tell he's going to be the perfect stretch.

Your moan as he sinks into your warm heat is echoed by the rest of them, a choir of the perfect voices turned husky and wanting. “Holy shit,” teahyun breathes his hand pressed right to your lower back, your feet dangling right off the edge of the bed, toes only just barely touching the ground.

“Doesn't she feel amazing?” kai asks, “fuck i bet she fits like a fucking dream,” gyu adds as he walks over to the other side of the bed climbing in to lay against the headboard. His zipper was already undone, pants low on his hips as he watched you get pounded into.

Because tae was not holding back anymore, it felt like he had been waiting all night for this exact moment, to chase his high without question. And your pussy was so welcoming, sucking him in, practically begging for his cum.

Yeonjun walked around the bed, zeroing the camera in on you as your legs bend, heel of your feet pushing on taes thighs. Taehyun wraps his hands in your hair, tugging your head back, extending your throat to the camera, arching your back just right, “i want to be able to watch back how you looked while i fucked you okay?”

“Oh, look at that, huening marked up our toy already,” soobin reaches out a finger, tracing over the hickey kai had left on your skin, your eyes were wide and begging as you watched him, mouth caught open in a moan as taes thrusts turned sloppy. “Fuck, look at that mouth,”

yeonjun bent down to catch the image. “I think someone needs to fill it,”

Soobin didn't need to be told twice. He was tugging his cock out of his jeans, leaking precum already dotting the tip as he gave it long languid strokes. Your mouth was already watering at the sight, knowing taking him down your throat would be a task but one you wouldn't back away from.

But taehyun was already cumming, orgasm cresting as he slammed his hips into your ass, cock twitching as he let out a deep rumbling moan. He let go of your hair, head falling forward into the duvet as he stilled inside you pressing as close as he could get, the tip of his cock hitting you just right as he spilled inside you.

“I want next!” gyu calls out, raising his hand like he knows the answer to a question.

“No-” soobin starts but beomgyu is already moving from his stop on the bed as taehyun pulls out, the gush of warmth leaving your cunt dripping down your thighs. Yeonjun is quick to catch the sight on film.

“Look at that,” it sounds so endearing coming from him, a true sight to behold as you whine from the feeling of being empty. You feel like a ragdoll as soobin pulls on you, tugging you further up the bed so that you're on your hands and knees in front of him.

“Open,” his tip is already prodding at your lips. You feel the bed dip behind you, gyu finding his place as he drags his fingers through the leaking cum traveling down your legs, he does his best to shove it right back into you, fingers dragging over your clit, circling it as soobin shoves his cock right into your mouth.

You give a muffled yelp, tongue flattening to make it easier for him to slide in and out of. His head is rolling back, hair spilling around his ears as he moans. He twists his fingers in your hair, both hands wrapping around your head to bob you up and down on his dick like his own personal toy. You're nails dig into the sheets, the sloppy sounds of him fucking your throat taking up the most sound.

Beomgyu keeps one hand on your clit and the other guides his cock into you, he's quick to snap his hips forward sending you forward on soobin, until you're choking for air. Moans sending vibrations up along soobins shaft. His eyes tighten, needing to pull away before he cums too quickly, face flushed red as rivulets of your saliva still connect you to him.

The constant pressure put on your clit from beomgyus fingers has your stomach tightening in knots. Now that you're not taking soobin in beomgyu picks up his pace, the skin on skin slapping sounds melding with your whines. “I want you to cum for me, i want to be the first one to make you cum, please,” he sounds so desperate, not matching the way he drills into you, tip hitting your cervix in a mix of painful pleasure. He can feel your fluttering walls, every particularly hard thrust making your cunt react just right. And when you cum hes a blubbering mess, “fuck fuck fuck-” not expecting to cum so fast, but youre drawing it out of him, with each little sound you make. He's almost embarrassed by how long he cums for, head falling forward to rest on your shoulder blade, his dick pulsing inside you, curses turning to nonsense, the drawn out, “fuuu- ahh, ah,”

“Look at how pretty she looks when she cums,” yeonjun smiles, bringing the camera close to catch the way you are trying to blink the spots from your vision, “soobin next? Or maybe kai? Both of them seem to have waited so long for you,”

Kai leans back against the dresser, arms crossed as he watches you, expressionless as he follows the shape of your body. Only one of your tank tops straps are on, your breasts already spilling out from the thin fabric, soobins eyes caught on your peaked nipples as he strokes himself. But you look back over to huening, the way he's standing there like he's unaffected at all. But you know it's not true, not when he's straining in his pants, the bulge itself drives you insane. “Hyuka?”

The shyness in your voice is what does it for him, beomgyu only just pulling out of you with a hiss. More cum dribbling out as he pushes his hair back looking at his handiwork. Yeonjun is right next to him too, getting the perfect shot.

Taehyun languidly lounges back against the headboard, cock still hard as it rests against his stomach, hand wrapped around the base as he watches you. It distracts you enough not to see kai moving replacing gyus spot.

Kai wraps his hand in your hair but unlike taehyun he forcefully pushes your head down into the mattress. The whole mit of his hand cups your skull, your whimper making him chuckle. His free hands traced up your side, slipping under your tank top as he feels along your skin. “You know I was thinking about this the whole walk back after our study night?” his hand dips down fingers sliding along your wetness, “i kept thinking about how perfect it would be to absolutely ruin you,”

You're already sensitive from finishing already and kai can tell as your thighs tremble but it wont stop him from pinching your clit. Your hips push back against him, yelping as he goes on to rub circles over the bundle of nerves. “Seeing it happen- watching you get used as a little cum dump is so much better than I ever imagined,” he works your clit, building up his speed until your back is arching, nails biting into your palm as you feel your orgasm building too quickly. You're trying to rock back into his hand but the way he has you bent helps very little. Your cries heighten until he pulls it all away.

“No huening please!”

“Aww how cute, she's begging,” beomgyu laughs and you're whimpering in response.

“Kai…please!”

“You're already doing so well because i want you begging to be filled with my cum, crying from how badly you want it,” his hand goes back to your cunt, pressing into your clit rubbing at a pace that has you seeing stars, your hands scratch out for looking for anything to hold onto. Yeonjun takes your hand in his keeping the camera facing your reaction as your eyes roll back. Its in the middle of your climax that kai pushes his cock into you, finding a punishing rhythm as he fucks you into the matterss.

“Beg for it,” he growls, hand in your hair twisting in the strands. You can feel him all the way to your throat, stretched out so good, he presses right into your gspot like he was made for you.

“P-please- hyuka i need it- i-” you cant even get the words out anymore, the squeaking of the bed building as he increases his speed. You can hear the wet sounds of the other boys jerking off, “i want your c-cum, i need it,”

“Louder,” yeonjun mutters in front of you, your death grip on his hand not loosening anytime soon.

“I want it! I need your cum, please!” But Huenings is so lost chasing his own high that he drops his hand from your clit to grab your hip, his bruising hold and brutal thrusts making you cry out.

Beomgyu reaches down under you, fingers finding just the right rhythm to send you over the edge at the same time kai cums. His faltering thrusts and throaty moans makes you feel weak. Your cunt is strangling his cock, his release pushed as deep as he could get it into you. When he pulls out you collapse onto the bed, completely used up.

It feels never ending body too tired already when you feel soobin climb into the bed. He lays right behind your exhausted form, both of you on your sides facing yeonjun, “look who's next, do you think you could get another one out of her? I hear you're only a freak in theory and not practice,”

But soobin doesn't take the bait, one hand sliding under you and wrapping around your chest, hand coming up to cup your breast, fingers twisting your hard nipple, and the other lifting your leg to get better access to your leaking cunt. Your thighs are so sticky soobins fingers slip on his hold, having to tighten his grip to make sure he can keep you open. He's been ready since the start, his cock aching as it prods your now puffy swollen cunt, so used you're sure you would be sore for days.

When he sinks in your whimpers are so soft they are hardly heard. Yeonjun is kneeling on the floor, arm holding the camera resting on the bed. He captures the way soobins dick slides in with ease, no resistance now with how much slick is coming out of you. Every drag of soobins cock comes away stained in white. A ring of the combined cum circling the base, balls sticking to your skin with every thrust.

His breathy moans are lost against your neck, pitiful little sounds before he's muttering, “im sorry, oh god- im-”

“Don't you dare cum yet,” yeonjun warns soobin, who pauses his thrusts trying to listen but can't find it in him to restrain. Yeonjuns fingers pinch at your clit, your whole body reacting to the feeling, jolting you back to life as you cum. soobin unable to handle the pressure and is a complete mess, whimpering as he pulls you closer, hugging you as if he could merge bodies.

It took him a while to finally pull out, a much needed break for only a few breaths before yeonjun passes the camera to taehyun to keep the filming going. You can feel the weakness all the way down to your bones, sure if you stand you could collapse to the floor, legs too weak to hold you up. But yeonjun is looking at you like you're being served on a silver platter, all done up with all the best fixings.

“Best for last huh?” he grins climbing over you brushing under your eye to catch a single tear that's fallen from your overstimulation. “Its so fun to see you so dumb on cock, so unlike how we usually see you,”

You hum in response as he pushes your legs open, hands at the back of your knees pushing them to your chest. When he puts them over his shoulders you whimper, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck as he sinks into your wet heat. Bent in half you feel your toes curling, sure that if you came one more time you would be better off sleeping for the next year. “I think this is good practice, don't you?” he asks like you'll respond to him with anything other than a string of muffled whimpers. Your body is coated in a thin layer of sweat, sticking to his skin as he takes a slow pace. It's like he's apologizing, lips peppering across your cheek, down your neck. “We’ll keep you so happy, stuffed full like you deserve. Would you like that?”

You're nodding, eyes closing as he uses you. You don't even notice the way your body is reacting, that slow rise of your next orgasm building up, “i-” you can’t think about cumming again already feeling so dumbed out.

“Hum? Are you going to cum, pretty?” he picks up his pace, sinking his hips and hitting you right against your g spot. Your head rolls back as it washes over you, body tightening until you feel like you’ve combusted into little particles. “Oh look at that, so perfect for me, your pussy feels so good when it's squeezing me like this,” it's all he says before he’s trembling, a guttural moan taking over as he cums, you swear you can feel its warmth spreading throughout you. And when he pulls out he takes the camera back from taehyun focusing it in on the sight of all the combined release staining your folds.

“Look at how she pushes it out,” beomgyu says, mesmerized by the way you look leaking so much cum. But it's Kai who leans down, fingers collecting anything he can before shoving all the cream right back into you. “Its almost like she wants us to fuck it right back in,”

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miupow · 5 months ago

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★ ── EST-CE QUE TU AIMES LE SEXE 。。。?

what happens when you give the boys an aphrodisiac 。。。 (requested)

╭♡ PAIRING 。〃txt ot5 x fem!reader ! GENRE 。〃pure filthy smut ! WARNINGS 。〃minors do not interact ! aphrodisiacs , breeding kink , unprotected sex , creampie mentions , mommy mention , public sex , exhibitionism , oral (m. receiving) , hair pulling , oral (f. rec) , squirting , mating press , slight somno if you squint , anal mention (my obsession with kai and anal will never end)

𝕾OOBIN ⸝⸝

he didn’t believe it for a second, all of those overblown testimonials printed on the chocolate’s wrapping; he agreed to take it with you simply because you had gone out of your way to surprise him with the sweet, your flirty excited smile and sparkling eyes enough to get him to agree to anything at all.

imagine his surprise when a primal lust overtakes him like something he had never felt before, his eyes greedy in its appraisal of your pretty face, your collarbones, your breasts. he felt possessed, just couldn’t stop himself from taking ahold of you and marking up your heated skin. you moan so pretty underneath him, clearly affected just as much as he was; with his bunny lips suctioned around your perky nipple, top pulled down for your tits to spill out, soobin is overtaken with an inhuman need to not just fuck you, but breed you. make you his forever, fill your womb with his love.

“can i cum inside?” he pants into your tits as his fat cockhead kisses your cervix, hips moving at a speed impossible to keep up with. “please, honey, can i? wanna— wanna put a baby in you, make you a mommy, please!”

𝖄EONJUN ⸝⸝

yeonjun has to make a game out of it, simply because that’s what he loves to do the most; play with you like a toy, and have you do the same to him. share some aphrodisiac chocolates he saw online before you go out on a date, see who can last the longest before you both can’t take it anymore. you bet everything that yeonjun breaks first.

you think it’ll be easy, that there was no way a little chocolate could effect you that much, but soon you’re burning up in your little tight dress, rubbing your thighs together to soothe the ache that had settled in your cunt. and yeonjun fares no better, pink in the face and squirming in his seat, too busy looking at you to focus on his expensive meal— you can’t help but slide your hand down under the table to feel if he was as hard as you thought he was.

you win just as you knew you would, yeonjun pulling you out of your seat and to the bathroom without a word; you giggle as your knees hit the tile floor, feeling triumphant even with your boyfriends cock down your throat in the bathroom of a fancy restaurant. you choke and gag around his shaft as he whispers to you every little detail of what he plans to do to you later, hand tugging at your hair and brutal pace so different than the adoration in his eyes as he fills your mouth up with his cum. “can’t ever get enough of you,” he coos, caressing your swollen cheeks, “even without the chocolates.”

𝕭EOMGYU ⸝⸝

beomgyu is willing to try anything once, especially when it comes to his dick— he’s so adventurous, in fact, that he’s always coming to you with crazier and crazier ideas, lopsided and salacious grin always managing to convince you to do whatever he wants with wet panties. he’s the one who brings the candies home, goads you into eating the entire box with him until your kisses turned heated and sticky.

“need more,” he gasps against your lips, cock tenting his jeans and bucking against your inner thigh, nimble fingers tearing you out of your clothes, “need to be inside of you..” you let him manhandle you with ease, preening as he pulls your panties to the side and delivers playful spanks to your dripping folds.

he slides his throbbing cock in with barely any prep at all, so wet you don’t even need it ; your pussy squelches loud and obscene as he bottoms out, makes beomgyu throw his head back and groan deep in his chest. you watch over your shoulder as his adams apple bobs, your chest against the mattress with your ass up in the air, held still with beomgyu’s big hands gripping tight to your hips. “fuck yeah, take it—!” he hisses, beginning to thrust in and out of your sloppy hole at an overwhelming strength and speed. “such tight fuckin’ pussy, all for me, yeah? say it, tell me whose pussy this is! fuck, i’m gonna cum already..”

𝕿AEHYUN ⸝⸝

he refuses to try them at all at first, calls them dumb placebos when you point to a display of “aphrodisiac” chocolates excitedly in the sex shop. but you don’t stop bringing them up, and taehyun would do anything if it made you happy… so he caves in and purchases them as a surprise, pulls them out one night when it’s just you and him.

he fully expects for nothing to happen at all, yet in under an hour he’s all over you, face buried between your legs as he fists his thick cock— he’s so hard it hurts, twitching and throbbing, fat tip almost purple, but he just can’t seem to tear his mouth away from your wet little pussy. “tastes so fucking good,” he moans against your engorged clit, the vibrations making you cry out. “can’t get enough..”

he doesn’t stop until you’ve squirted all over his face, his chin dripping with it as he throws your legs over his shoulders and bullies his cock into your fluttering hole. the stretch is overwhelming in the best possible way, taehyun immediately beginning to thrust up against your cervix like a man possessed. you plead with him to slow down, pussy still sensitive from your orgasm, but he’s deaf to your cries— pounding into you at a dizzying pace, those sharp teeth grit like an animal. “can’t stop,” he pants, hiking up his leg to thrust into you impossibly harder, deeper. “i gotta make you cum again!”

𝕳UENING𝕶AI⸝⸝

kai is already so insatiable, giving him an aphrodisiac was a mistake— he hasn’t let you leave the bed in hours, the both of you exhausted and sore but still so horny. your swollen abused holes leak thick globs of his cum, staining the sheets but neither of you have the energy to be bothered. not when you were so cozy in his arms, his broad chest against your back as you both drifted in and out of sleep.

you squeak in surprise when you feel kai’s hips grind lazily against the swell of your ass, cock still hard even after the countless loads he’s pumped into your womb; it slides hot and heavy between your asscheeks, teasing your gaping creampied asshole, makes your pussy ache for attention despite how worn out you were. without a thought you lift up your leg to give kai the access to slide up between your wet pussy lips.

“can you take more?” kai whispers into your ear, voice deep and groggy, and you can’t stop yourself from nodding, pushing your ass up against him. his big cock slips in so easily, tiny pussy that usually needs so much prep sucking him in so greedily, aided by all of his cum. you both moan in sync as he bottoms out, fat flared cockhead kissing your bartered cervix so sweetly. “i’ll be gentle, baby, i promise.” he purrs, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. “tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

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gardnhee · 6 months ago

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Who in TXT do you think is the most likely to have a “mommy” kink?

100 bash here ! (masterlist coming soon…)

warnings(s). handjob/blowjob, oral (f), nipple/boob play (f), fingering (f), unprotected sex, lots of begging > _ <, reader uses “baby” a lot, taehyun pretty much worships yn, neck biting (if you squint)

note. my opinions may not correlate with yours and that’s okay, just enjoy <3

pairing(s). ot5 x afab!reader

MOST

HUENINGKAI - It takes him a while to bring it up (he’s like super nervous 😭) but when you agreed to fulfill his kink, his breath hitched, cock twitching in anticipation :( poor baby is so down bad for you !!

“Oh, fuck..” he groans against your heat, eyes shut in concentration as his tongue laps at your juices. Your skin, so fair and smooth under his palm, drives him mad. Kai moans, lips suckling on your clit, each suck better than the last.

“What’s my name, baby?” You grit, thighs shaking under his relentless hold. “Mommy- ah…” his voice is but a faint murmur on your folds, as faint as the pulsing of your cunt. You raise your head, eyes landing on his lower body. You whimper, “fuck, kai. Are you humping the bed?” Your boyfriend nods with a muffled ‘mff..’

He detaches, gasping for air, earlobes flushed pink. “I…” Kai starts, and you gulp. “I love you - ah… hah - mommy!” Tears clump to his lashes, “I love you so much!”

“I love you too, pretty. Oh, god- you make me feel so- ngh!” You ride his face, cunt twitching as you fall over the edge with a loud moan.

Kai whimpers, hips stuttering against the sheets. He lays his cheek on your inner thigh, huffing, “I came in my pants…” you caress his hair, dark strands tangling around your fingers, “can I help you with that?” His head snaps up at your offer, Adam’s apple poking your skin.

“Yes, please.”

⊹ ₊ ⟡ ⋆

CHOI SOOBIN - dudeeee this man definitely has a mommy kink. Add boobs into the mix? Oh, he’s sold.

“Soobin…” You bite your lip, fingers running through his matted hair. Your back is flat against the headboard, sweat trickling down your spine and seeping into the fabric of your sheets.

“Yes?” He moans, glasses resting at the tip of his nose. His tongue plays with your right nipple, rolling the left one between his fingers. “What’s my name?” You smirk as his brows knit together, slightly wincing as he nips at the hard peak.

“Mommy.” Soobin’s words sink into your oozy skin, sending vibrations through your body. “Say it - fu..uuck - again.” The skin around your shoulders pebble, a ticklish sensation residing below the first layer, shooting spurts of electricity to the tips of your fingers.

“Yes, mommy…” your boyfriend licks a thick stripe up the valley of your breasts, catching your lips in a ravenous kiss. “As many times as you want.” He bites your bottom lip between his teeth, groaning at the sensation of your hot mouth.

“You’re so good to me.” You comment, shuddering at his ghost-like touch.

“Always, mommy.” Soobin sighs, leaving kisses on the mound of your breasts. “You’re my everything.” He smiles and your heart flutters, watching as his head dips back into your boobs.

⊹ ₊ ⟡ ⋆

CHOI BEOMGYU - thinks it’s embarrassing as fuck at first, but once he tries it, he regrets not doing it sooner.

“Aw, my poor baby…” you coo, thumb swiping over his leaking tip, “so needy already?” You taunt, fingers tracing over his toned chest, muscles twitching under your cold touch. His dick rests nicely against your abdomen, caged between your stomach and palms.

“P-please…please…” Beomgyu heaves as if he’s been standing in the heat for hours. You roll your lip, “please what?” He groans in frustration, “please, mommy - hah! - please let me cum!” The words roll off his tongue in such a delicious way.

“Beomgyu, I asked you to hold it just a little longer, can’t you do that?” He’s frantic, shaking his head with tears rolling down his cheeks. “No! No, I can’t! Not anymore!” He grunts, “please just let me c-cum…?”

“I can’t say no when you ask so nicely….” you mutter, going back to pumping his eager cock. Beomgyu’s chest rises and falls, the low rumble of his breathing going straight to your core. “You deserve more.” You hum, sliding off his lap and onto your knees.

“can you hold my hair for me, pretty boy?”

Beomgyu nods, leaning in to gently pull your hair in a messy ponytail, then he sighs, tilting his hips forward to give you space, “you look beautiful, mommy…” you can’t help the smile that creeps on your face.

“Thank you, baby.”

His cheeks heat up, thighs jerking when your hot breath fans over his tip. You slowly sink, accommodating for his huge size. Beomgyu moans, seeing stars as hot-white pleasure surges through him, “j-jesus… oh..” he marvels at the warmth of your mouth, wincing as your throat greedily constricts around his tip.

You gag, popping him out of your mouth to lick at the shaft, then dipping back down to take him fully. His breath hitches, legs shaking as he whimpers, “god… so fucking close!” You hum, ripping a wince from his chest. “Mommy - shit! - ‘m g’na!-“ your boyfriend bites his free hand, eyes rolling back as his head lolls. His once tender grip on your hair tightens, quivering from the intensity of his orgasm.

You tap him against your tongue, swallowing his cum as he groans, “thank you, mommy…” Beomgyu’s voice is hoarse, letting your hair fall on your shoulders as he holds your chin, leaning down to kiss you passionately.

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CHOI YEONJUN - this man is a freak. He’s willing to try whatever, whenever - all about discovering new things if it mean’s it’ll add to your pleasure. Furthermore, he enjoys having a diverse sex life. SOOO when you asked him to call you mommy, he did so, no hesitation.

“You like this, mommy? Hm?” His fingers are unrelenting, “such a pretty pussy you have.” You gawk, jaw slack as you’ve - evidently - been fucked dumb, unable to form a coherent sentence. It’s unfathomable how easily you turn to mush in Yeonjun’s hands. And it’s absolutely, utterly unfathomable how he can be so good without even trying.

Your thighs tremble, the heels of your palms pressed against your eyes as drool starts pooling at the corner of your lip, “ha..yeonju- ah!” Your toes curl, stomach tensing under your boyfriend’s intense stare.

“Do you feel good?”

You nod, “y-yes! F-feels so good-!” Yeonjun chuckles, pecking your nose, giving you a warm smile, “you’re doing good.” You find purchase in his bicep, clawing as your back arches off the couch. “S-so close…” you croak, arousal dripping down Yeonjun’s knuckles.

“Making such a mess, so hot.” His words have you teetering around the edge, hips bucking into his fingers for more. “So greedy…should I stop?” You gulp, shaking your head in a frenzy as his thumb draws tight circles on your clit.

“N-no! Please let me cum, Yeonjun, please-!”

He groans, tongue darting out to lick his lips, “fuck…yes, okay.” Yeonjun’s pace quickens as your cunt squelches, fluttering around his digits. You scream, a wave of pleasure slamming into you as you melt into the couch. Your head droops, whimpering when he licks the bud one last time.

“I want you to cum on my cock, too, mommy.”

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KANG TAEHYUN - never actually gave it much thought before you introduced it to him. He’s a lot like Yeonjun, whatever contributes to your pleasure, he’s more than glad to indulge. (No like… this man is head over heels for you. He’ll actually do anything if asked by you and you only.) I wouldn’t necessarily say it’s a kink of his, but for you, it COULD be!

“Yeah, just like that…” he grunts, lip caught between his teeth, “I love when mommy rides my cock…” you clench, eliciting a guttural moan from the man below you. “Don’t you like it too, princess?” You nod, fingers digging into his shoulders, leaving crescent moons in their wake.

“I … I love it … mff!”

His brows knit, focusing on the delicious grip your pussy has on him. It’s blissful, having you on top of him like this, getting riled up when he calls you his mommy. His abs twitch, tensing as he’s oh-so close to his orgasm. But he isn’t going to cum before you, he refuses. Your pleasure is a treasure to him, sacred, he must put you first.

His hands ease the bruising grip on your hips, leaving behind a series of red marks - he’s sure they’ll bruise tomorrow, and he feels bad. But how can he stop himself when you just feel so fucking good?

“Are you close, mommy?” Taehyun croaks, the knot in his groin tightening by the second. “Yes! Yes! I’m close. S-so close- gah!” You passionately roll your hips, smashing your lips into his in a hungry kiss. It’s sloppy, a clashing of teeth and tongues, fingers tangled in eachother’s hair.

You just want him impossibly closer, to feel every ridge of his muscles, the way his chest heaves and his breath fans your arm. “Hug me… hug me, please!” You paw at his shoulders, signaling him to come closer, and he does, without even thinking twice. Because why wouldn’t he? You ask, he shall deliver. It’s your world and he’s just living in it.

Taehyun brings you close, so close he can feel your heartbeat against his own. “I’m cumming-!” You cry into his neck, sinking your teeth into the flesh as a weak sting rises through his veins, sending him over the edge. He winces, cradling your head in his caring hand, other arm holding you in place by the waist. This might’ve - no, this is the best orgasm he’s had thus far. He’s stunned, heels pressing into the mattress in order to ground himself.

“God-“ he sighs, pulling out with a growl, marveling at the way his cum oozes out of your sopping pussy, spilling over the sheets. “You did well for me, baby.” His words fall on perceptive ears, though your attention is not entirely on him, but on the angry-red mark on his neck. “I drew blood, I’m sorry-“

“Don’t you worry about it.” His eyes soften at your wary ones, heart shattering at the tears brimming your eyes, wiping them away with his thumb. “hey, it’s okay.” Taehyun’s reassurance makes you smile, “let’s get cleaned up and cuddle, alright? I’ll get the snacks.” You nod, hopping off the bed with that gleam he adores.

LEAST

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incogrio · 2 months ago

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monster mash!

SYNOPSIS: in which you go on a pumpkin patch date with your boyfriends!

pairing: : poly!ot5 x gn!member!reader (no gender mentioned, but written with male reader in mind) word count: 1.8k+ genre: enough fluff to heal my soul permanently warnings: cringe? overly affectionate? a changbin joke (in good fun i love him) mayhaps very american view of pumpkin patches,, queers,, etc

AUTHORS NOTE: soooo... yeah i've been gone a WHILE. i would say a lot has been going on but that would lowkey be a lie. i just sort of lost the motivation to... do anything really LOL,,, but i hope u guys have not forgotten abt me!!! i may be a tad rusty, these may be a tad out of character, i may be a tad terrified of posting this. moral of the story, hope u enjoy, i've missed u guys.

fall has always been your favorite time of year. the orange falling leaves, slight chill in the air, and the pumpkin flavored treats never failed to enthrall you. but, being a kpop idol comes with its downsides. the main one: no time off.

and so, you spent every halloween practicing with your members, filming to do specials and squeezing in a singular mini chocolate bar in secret at the end of the night. in many ways, it was depressing. but what the emptiness left behind was love.

you and your members had slowly begun a relationship. in the beginning, it was out of sheer desperation and loneliness. a quickie to get you through a long schedule. but, throughout your years together, all six of you had fallen in love. and today, you were finally getting some time off, and what better way to spend a chilly autumn day than at a pumpkin patch. finally, you had all crammed into the van you’d usually used for traveling between schedules, except today, there were snacks strewn about, no chauffer, yeonjun took that job, blankets and jokes.

“guys, what if we lose soobin in the corn maze, he’ll look just like the scare actors!” beomgyu loudly exclaimed mockingly over the hum of the engine and radio blasting music.

soobin, in the passenger seat beside yeonjun, simply turned to look at gyu. squinted eyes and lips fighting a smile dawned his face.

“guys!” soobin repeated, mimicking beomgyu, “what if we lose beomgyu in the pumpkin patch, he’ll look just like the pumpkins!” huening kai loudly burst into laughter, clapping his hands together.

beomgyu, who was sitting next to you, let his jaw drop in shock. he picked up a bag of chips and hurled it at soobins face, to which the entire van erupted into laughter and claps.

soobin turned once more, “y/n! restrain him!”

you laughed reaching out to wiggle your fingers into beomgyu’s sides, to which he squirmed and loudly squealed.

“ah! stop! i thought you loved me!” beomgyu loudly protested through his laughs.

after much reprimanding from yeonjun for being too loud, soobin delivered a chaste kiss to yeonjun’s cheek. everyone pretended not to see the blush. it wasn’t long until you felt a small tap on your shoulder. you turn to see one of your boyfriends, huening kai. he was dawned in his brown star sweater, black hair all strewn his forehead. he looked like if fall and spring had a child, and if they had named it after their hopes to become summer.

he points to a nintendo ds in his hand, and then glances to the empty seat next to him. you smile at his sheepish request, and climb over the seats to collapse next to him. he immediately covers you up with a blanket, and you lean your head on his shoulder. almost instantaneously, you are enthralled by his soft, deep voice muttering to you his actions on the pokemon game displayed on his screen. you wrap your arms around his, snuggling into him as you slowly close your eyes.

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when you awaken, you notice that what once was a soft, brown sweater, is now a tan colored shirt. you don’t need to look up to know who it is. you let out a soft hum, and taehyun smiles to himself. he softly shrugs the shoulder you lay on, coaxing you to lift your head. once you concede, you realize the rest of the van is empty.

“we’re five minutes away,” tae says softly. “but beomgyu was gonna shit his pants, so we stopped here. everyone else is getting snacks.” your tired brain takes longer than usual to deduce that you have arrived at a gas station, but once you do, you look back at tae.

“you didn’t want to get off?” you ask, voice deeper than usual from sleep.

tae shakes his head, reaching to you and fixing a stray hair gently.

“wanted to spend some time with you, even if you were asleep.” he says sheepishly, and you internally aw. he leans forward, his bright black eyes glancing down to your lips. you let your lips brush for a moment before taking control, jerking your head forward to close your lips around his. he lets out a deep breath, as though he had been without air for years. you smile against his lips, and allow yourself to get lost for moment.

“guys, stop being gay.” you hear beomgyu say from the open van door. tae separates himself from you, smiling widely, eyes crinkling around his shiny eyes.

you turn to gyu, “if you want a kiss too, just say that.”

“what if i do? i sat next to you on purpose, you know. but then you moved!” beomgyu whines out, to which you chuckle. he was only sated after about 5 kisses and two cheek squeezes.

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when you all finally arrive at your destination, you were welcomed in by a large “fall pumpkin festival” sign in large, blocky letters printed on a wooden sign.

you pile out of the car, soobin immediately floating to your side and slipping his pinky to wrap around yours. you all slowly figure out where you are meant to go, and begin walking up a quaint gravel path. at the entrance, you were immediately bombarded with the sounds and sights. giant bouncy houses, food trucks, carnival games, corn mazes, even pig races were all at your disposal. immediately, you all gravitated towards the small race course that winded up tiny ramps and around small obstacles.

gyu points at one of the pigs grazing, “look, it’s bang pd!” soobin immediately brings a finger to his mouth, signaling to gyu to stop talking as you all giggled.

“i say the one with black spots is gonna win,” you declare, pointing at the small pig who was currently sniffing his own poop.

“no, the pink ones gonna win.” soobin declared, “he’s bigger.”

“wouldn’t bigger mean he moves slower?” tae mentioned, and soon, you were divided, three vs three, on which pig was gonna win. you, tae, and gyu on the side of the black spotted pig, which you had affectionately named ppulverse pt 2. soobin, yeonjun, and kai on the side of the pink one, whom they had named changbin. when the race had finally begun, you all cheered obnoxiously loud for your respective pigs. ppulverse pt. 2 fell at one point, and gyu dramatically fell to his knees in utter disappointment. it was safe to say that it wasn’t hard for changbin to win. your team pouted as yeonjun, kai, and soobin all exchanged celebratory kisses and pats on the back.

“how does it feel to LOSE!” said yeonjun as he pointed at your dejected faces.

“i’m never fucking you ever again.” you said with a monotone, to which kai once again laughed and clapped.

yeonjun simply laughed with a cocky smile. “aren’t i the one doing the fucking?” he whispers to tae.

soon after, you all decided to try your hand at apple bobbing. and then you were painting your ppulbatu’s on pumpkins and buying them for an absurd amount of money. yeonjun decided to try his hand at a strong arm competition. lets just say, kai gave him lots of ‘you tried your best’ kisses.

“it’s getting dark, lets go into the corn maze.” kai suggested, and you all simultaneously stopped walking. he let out a soft hum in confusion.

“im not doing that.” taehyun immediately protested, and immediately all the other members agreed. except for you.

you sigh, shuffling your feet. “i’ll do it on the condition that i get funnel cake beforehand.” kai smiles, reaching up and doing a salute motion with his hand. kai ordered the cake as yeonjun decided to “prove” himself by winning you a fox plushie.

“watch, baby, watch your sexy boyfriend!” he loudly exclaimed, and you covered your face in embarrassment. he paid the man behind the stand five dollars, and received five rings in exchange. you lingered behind him as he lined up his shot, and tossed them into the rows of empty bottles one by one. as though suddenly possessed by an athletically capable alcoholic, the rings perfectly lined up with every single bottle.

“are you proud?” he asked as he handed you the large plushie.

“very!” you say happily, pressing a kiss to his plush pink lips. by the time you returned to the rest of the boys, they had already begun digging into the funnel cake. you sat down, sitting the plushie next to you as though he were a person. all the members immediately mutter soft ‘woaaahhh’’s at yeonjun’s accomplishment.

finally, after much picking at the cake in slow motion to stall, you had to venture into the corn maze. junnie, soobin, gyu and tae all sat on a hay bale near the entrance to the maze as they hyped you up. the fox plushie in one hand, and kai’s sleeve in the other, you both slowly walked into the maze.

kai walked as though he were walking through a mall at midday. meanwhile, you were practically pulling off his sweater by the sheer grip you had on him. the first scare actor noticed you guys before you noticed them. they took note of your apparent fear, and targeted you instead of kai.

right as you were walking by, a man dressed as a zombie launched out of the corn maze and shouted in your face. you screamed bloody murder, stumbling back into kai and covering your face with your plushie. kai immediately laughed, and you smacked him as he practically dragged you to continue walking. you kept your eyes on the actor as you walked farther and farther away.

the next scare actor targeted kai, determined to make the unfazed man crack. she was dressed as a pilgrim, with a giant axe stuck inside the front of her skull. she jumped out, grabbing her head axe and yanking it out of herself, before maniacally swinging it at you and kai. you, once again, screamed out, pulling kai backwards by his sweater and shaking. kai simply stepped back, letting the woman’s manic behavior come to a halt before laughing to himself and continuing on his way, you in tow.

the woman stopped her acting as you left her sight, letting her axe get stuck back in her head and turning to the zombie actor, shrugging.

for the rest of the maze, all of the actors were targeting kai, desperately trying to get him to so much as flinch, blink, anything! ironically, the only person they managed to scare every time was you. after what felt like an eternity, you finally looped around to the entrance, and saw your boys all chit chatting. you sprinted out of the maze, pulling kai behind you and immediately shouting about what had happened. you described every single scare as kai hugged you, and the rest of the members diligently listened to your maniacal rambling.

despite the scares, you were comforted in the simple fact that no matter how dark or scary a place may be, your boys would always be there to listen.

and so as you snuggled into the van once more, next to tae once more, you smiled to yourself. fall was finally your favorite season again.

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seulgiwifeee · 5 months ago

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The Toddler || Red Velvet

♡ Member: OT5 x 6th member*Femreader

♡ Theme: Comedy, low-key mystery?

♡ Warning: Doesn't take place in recent time? More like somewhere between 2018 - 2019

♡ Description: Yeri's turned into a toddler. Yup, a toddler, and turned into an absolutely terrible one at that(at least her adorableness makes up for it). But now you and your members have to spend an entire day taking care of this puppy-sized demon, keep her out of trouble and try not to go insane as you all figure out how to turn her back to her old self.

Word count: 9.4k

(Very unserious)

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"Y/N-AH! COME HERE! QUICKLY!"

Being rudely awoken out of your early morning slumber by the sudden call, you lazily rub the sleep from your eyes and stretch out your back with a strained yawn before sitting up from your bed. You glance around the dark and empty room groggily, your eyes barely adjusted to the dark lighting so it takes a few seconds longer for you to notice the two vacant beds where you were expecting to see Irene and Seulgi taking their rest in, though, they're nowhere to be seen.

You slightly frown in confusion at their disappearance, but you quickly shrug it off, knowing your energy's too low and your curiosity isn't piqued enough to care about them or their whereabouts as your only main focus right now is figuring out who called out for you and why they thought it was okay to disrupt you amidst your blissful dreams.

Slipping on your house shoes and muttering frustrated curses under your breath, you leisurely make your exit out of the bedroom and follow where you heard the earlier voice.

As you drag your feet further into the living room you roll your eyes almost instantly, your eyes landing on the huddled group of your members standing near the couch. None of them pay any notice to you as you approach them closer, and they continue to hold their heads down, silently staring at whatever lies in the center of their circle. Oh god.. What did they do this time? (You and your members are always finding yourselves doing stupid things and getting yourselves in some kind of trouble so it wouldn't be any surprise to you if they've dug themselves into another situation. But you don't have a single clue as to what mess these five could've possibly gotten themselves into at this time of hour..)

"It's too early for thisss.." you drag out in a whiny groan, still cranky from the disruption of your morning rest. "What going on? Who called out for me? And why are you all huddled around like that? What are you looking at— I— Uh— Y-Yeri?"

Nothing, and you mean absolutely nothing could've prepared you for what your eyes would lay on as you pushed between Joy and Irene to investigate what had stolen everyone's attention.

You thought at worst that maybe it would've been a dead bug or rodent, a broken dish or a leak from upstairs. Maybe they were just holding some sort of ritual, or maybe they were playing some annoying game that involved them huddling around each other creepily while calling you out of your sleep at four in the morning to purposely get you all cranky.

Well no. It was none of those. Not even close.

"Yes.. that's Yeri," Irene mutters back absentmindedly, continuing to stare down with a look of disbelief.

You're definitely wide awake now and you blink your eyes rapidly as your vision makes shape of the now toddler form of your youngest member who's looking up, giving you all a look that shows she's just as confused as you are.

Yeri's a toddler now?!

No— This can't be! This isn't real! This has to be some sort of dream!

You pinch yourself once, then twice, and even a third time, yet nothing in front of you changes.. there isn't a white void spreading around the room.. and the world around you doesn't seem to be shrinking or getting any smaller either..

Welp, you're not dreaming.

You crinkle your nose and squint your eyes as you observe the child with a more intense look of scrutiny; from the large, doll-like eyes sheltered behind her wispy lashes to the distinct mole in the center of her nose down to the soft curve of her Cupid's bow this little girl is quite literally identical to the Yeri you all know and love and there's no room to try and deny it.

"This is a prank.. right? Or are we collectively hallucinating the same thing right now and going insane?"

"Not at all.." Wendy mutters, slowly shaking her head.

"Unless you count me being woken up to that child sleeping all up under me and snoring in my ear, not seeing Yeri in her bed or anywhere in the dorm even though all of her belongings including her phone which you know she'd never leave alone were still there, every time I called out for Yeri that child would respond or the fact that she's literally wearing the exact heart print pajama set Yeri wore to bed a hallucination.." Joy grumbles all at once.

"Joy had called everyone to the living room, and once me and Joohyun came in here to see what Joy was fussing about, that's when we saw this toddler, but when we tried to speak to her she wouldn't say a word to us and has just been staring at us like.. that.. since. So we've all just been staring back at her. I think she might be scared." Seulgi adds.

"Oh?.." You scrunch your eyebrows. Well, of course, a child is more than likely going to be terrified if five women double their size who they don't know are surrounding them while they all silently stare down at them. Anyone would be.

You take a step closer to the toddler. "So, you guys are certain, 100% positive that this is Yeri and not some random child who broke into our dorm?"

Everyone nods quietly.

You have so.. so many questions that probably won't get answered, but for right now you just need to figure out how much this supposed Yeri truly knows.

You squat down to the little girl's level, letting your chin rest in your palms as you speak in a gentle, more inviting tone. "Yeri?"

She's responsive to your call, spinning her entire body around to face you and tilting her head, indicating that she's listening.

"Do you know who I am? Who any of us are?"

She stays silent for a couple of seconds, still staring at you with a deadpan expression before poking a finger at your chest with a cheesy grin. "Y/N-ie!"

Your eyes widen and you slightly jump, taken aback by the abruptness of the change in her energy and the unexpected poke. "Uh—Yes! That's right! I am Y/N! Who's she?" Your pointer finger leads in Seulgi's direction.

She follows your finger, her eyes lighting up once she spots Seulgi. "It's Seulgi!" she exclaims, hopping up and down as she claps.

Seulgi clutches her mouth, blushing and cheesing hard into her palm with a tiny squeal, the little one's smile instantly melting her heart. "Ack! She's so cute?!"

The rest of your members utter small noises of awe at the toddler's adorableness and quickly kneel around her, asking all at once to see if she also knows their names. Along with that, they completely just overwhelm her with a bunch of random questions that they know only Yeri could answer right.

Despite the absolute pressure you'd expect the little one to be facing from all of these bombarding questions, she answers every last one of your inquiries correctly without a single stutter or moment of hesitation. And with everything that was needed answered, you all also find out that she even remembers that she's a singer and that you're all together in the girl group Red Velvet.

So it's confirmed. Somehow, in some odd, surreal way, the adorable toddler standing amongst you all is 100% without a doubt your Yeri.

The only error in this discovery is that she doesn't realize or believe that she's supposed to be an adult. No matter how many times you all try to explain to her that she was a twenty-year-old just five hours ago, she's still not comprehending that she's "changed" and keeps insisting to you all that she's only three.

And despite Yeri being able to remember every aspect of her idol life, you also realize that she for some reason doesn't envision any of those memories of herself being in her adult form, which would mean that whatever memories she holds from performing on stage, attending shows or just being with you guys, you're all still the same you, the same age, but Yeri would remember herself as her three-year-old self, maybe even younger—five adults and a three-year-old all in a girl group together, sharing a dorm and casually hanging out with each other.

Yeah, that kinda isn't clicking or sitting right with any of you.

"So Yeri, do you remember what you did before you went to bed last night?" you ask, idly twirling the curls of her hair around your finger.

"I watched a movie and drank hot chockie and went to sleep!"

You furrow your eyebrows. "Oh, uh.. is that it? You didn't do anything else? Nothing weird or unexpected happened?"

Yeri shakes her head in forceful sways, her hair swinging all around dramatically. You look up at your members and purse your lips. "Well.. that didn't give us any help."

"Guys, should we tell someone about Yeri?.." Wendy suddenly asks, but Irene disapproves of the idea almost immediately, aggressively shaking her head. "Are you crazy? That's just going to create a bunch of unnecessary panic and chaos, and that's the last thing we want.

It's our day off and none of us have anything important to do. We'll have enough time before the end of the day to research and find an explanation and solution for what happened to Yeri."

"Wait— Guys, maybe there was something in the hot chocolate that changed her?" Seulgi suggests.

"What? No— It couldn't have!" Joy quickly dismisses. "Me and Joohyun also drank some last night but obviously you can see that we're not toddlers."

"I mean, we don't know that for sure.." Wendy buts in, a teasing grin curving her lips, "Just because you two aren't toddlers now doesn't necessarily mean you still don't have a chance of turning into one later. It's probably going in order from youngest to oldest and since Yeri's the youngest that means you're up next."

Joy cringes and scoffs at Wendy's theory, forcefully shoving her shoulder. "Eughh, shut up! I'm not turning into a toddler!"

"Yeah, you are!"

Joy and Wendy begin to go back and forth with each other, arguing whether or not if Joy's going to turn into a toddler soon.

"Guys, enough!" Irene scolds, immediately pulling Wendy and Joy out of their petty argument, "Can we try to get back serious? We still have an entire child right here who needs to be taken care of!"

You nod along to Irene's words, "Yeah, so while we try to figure out how to turn Yeri back or why she even turned in the first place we also need to figure out what to do with her and how to take care of her."

Everyone nods and hums, but it seems Joy must've had a different idea in mind of what she had intended to spend her time doing as she looks at you all with a grimace and down at her phone, checking the time. "Uhm.. it's 5 am on a Sunday, also my day off, and I'm kinda tired and didn't plan to do another of this so I'm going back to bed. You guys can go ahead and take care of all of that without me." And before any of you can utter a word of protest, Joy's already up and gone, speed-walking back to her room.

"Seriously, Sooyoung?!" You shoot the closed bedroom door an affronted look, sinking into the betrayal from Joy's sudden departure.

Seeing you're all still frozen in disbelief and not paying any attention her way, Wendy uses that distraction as her cue to make her slow but not in any way slick attempt to ease her way out of the circle.

You all notice her immediately. "Um, Wendy?"

Her breath hitches once she feels your gazes on her and she pauses her movements, her face flushing in embarrassment. "I.. Uh.. I'm not really in the mood to take care of any kids right now and uh.. ima just.. yeah.." Wendy slithers into the room with Joy, locking the door.

You turn over to the remaining two, rolling your eyes. "Well, that's two members down. Anyone else trying to abandon me watch Yeri all alone?"

Irene quickly shakes her head. "Of course not, that would just be cruel."

"Yeah, I won't leave you hanging," Seulgi adds, a benevolent smile sharpening her lips.

You mirror her smile and let out a sigh of relief before sparing all of your attention back over at Yeri. "Well Yeri, it's still really early and kids your age need your long hours of sleep. I bet you're still pretty tired so we should probably take you back to bed—"

"—PIGGYBACK!"

You yelp, falling face forward into the carpet as Yeri lunges at you, clambering onto your back.

Irene and Seulgi instinctively jump back, gasping and staring at you in shock while you groan miserably, Yeri continuing to hold tightly onto you. "Carry me around like a pony, Y/N-ie! NOW!"

You whimper weakly into the carpet, struggling to even lift your head while you try to turn to the side.

You can already tell this is going to be a long day.

"I DON'T WANT!" Yeri shouts and shuns her head to the side in refusal, making it clear that she's not in any way keen on consuming the bowl of cereal Seulgi offers.

You and Irene immediately throw your heads back with exasperated groans and Seulgi defeatedly lowers the bowl, slowly scooting it back towards herself. "But Yeri, this is your favorite cereal! No one here eats it except for you! You literally bought this the other day just for yourself!"

"—NO. NO! I HATE!"

Seulgi purses her lips and Irene narrows her eyes at Yeri, an almost unnoticeable sigh escapes her lips. It's evident that Irene's patience with Yeri is waning, you know for a fact that yours already is(You guys have only reached the two-hour mark of babysitting Yeri, yet she's already burned off more than half of the energy that any of you use daily), but she still does her best to loosen her nerves and quickly replace her look exhaustion with a motherly smile so it's not as noticeable. "Yerim sweetie, you didn't want the eggs I made nor my pancakes. You didn't want me to make you oatmeal, you didn't want yogurt, you didn't want any kind of meat and you don't want this cereal so at this point, I'm not truly sure what you want or if you even want to eat."

The petulant toddler glares at you all, jutting her lower lip in an exaggerated pout as she bangs her fists on the table. "I WANT CUPCAKES!"

"Yeri, we already told you it's not good to eat desserts this early in the day," Seulgi reminds her calmly, but Yeri completely ignores her words entirely and bangs her fists on the hardwood once more, growling as she does.

"I WANT CUPCAKES!"

Yeri's persistent alright. You three have been dealing with this back-and-forth with her for the past half hour but it doesn't seem she's anywhere close to giving any of it up and her defiance hasn't deterred in the slightest; if anything, it's only increased. She's determined to have this go her way, to annoy the hell out of you all until you finally reach a breaking point and are given no choice but to give in to her wants, but then an idea—that you were proud of before you soon found out afterward that toddlers aren't stupid, especially when they're cranky like this—strikes you.

You reach over and take hold of the bowl, scooping a spoonful of the half-soggy cereal and playfully motioning it toward Yeri's mouth. "Hey, how about we pretend this cereal is cupcake flavored! Let's just take a big bite and—"

Yeri slaps the spoon from your hand without warning, the cereal and milk mixture splattering all around on the walls, floor and your face. You thin your lips into a straight line, clenching your fists as you try to maintain your composure and slowly wipe a hand over your face. "Okay then.."

Yeri crosses her arms, holding her frown. "I. Want. Cupcakes."

Seulgi turns to you and Irene. "Guys we've been dealing with this for the past thirty minutes, I don't think she'll accept anything else. Should we just go ahead and buy her some cupcakes?"

Irene sharply contorts her eyebrow in an arch at Seulgi, which is a nicer and more appropriate way of her saying "hell no."

Suddenly, Irene pulls out her phone typing away on it and momentarily, you feel a buzz go off in your lap and lift your phone, looking down at the screen to a new message from you and your members' group chat.

[BJH]

| Okay.. you guys can go ahead and get some

| cupcakes, but just know that we're not going

| to give in to Yeri that easily!

| When you two bring them we'll trick Yeri

| into thinking we're allowing her to eat them

| but instead give her some real breakfast food

| first and tell her to finish it before we allow

| her to actually eat any cupcakes.

| After eating, her little tummy will be so full

| that she won't even want the cupcakes

| anymore!

[You]

| KK >:)

[KSG]

| so we're not actually going to let her eat any

| cupcakes?

[BJH]

| Nope!

[KSG]

| ah..

| okie!

You and Seulgi look up from your phones and flash overly fake smiles Yeri's way. "Okay fine, Yeri. You win. We'll go get you the cupcakes!"

Yeri bubbles gleeful cheers and applauds happily hearing your change of mind as you and Seulgi sit up from the table and venture to your shared room to put on your jackets and slippers as you get ready to go downstairs to the cafe. After Seulgi wraps her hair into a bun, you two walk up to the front door, getting ready to open it, but not before making a quick turn to Yeri. "So Yeri, what flavor do you want—"

You cut yourself off, too appalled to even finish your sentence as every single one of your jaws fall ajar watching Yeri ferociously eat away at the cereal. The same one she just said she hated not even five minutes ago.

Seulgi clears her throat which brings Yeri's attention to her and she mutters, "I.. thought you said you hated that cereal.."

Yeri smiles cheekily. "No, I love it!" She stuffs another spoonful into her mouth.

"So.. you don't want any cupcakes?"

"Nope!"

You three silently exchange exhausted looks with each other, then at the mess in the kitchen and on the table from all of the earlier failed attempts all while Yeri happily and continuously stuffs her mouth, messily slurping up the milk and grain mixture.

"Get up!" you demand, taking Joy by the shoulders and roughly shaking her awake.

Joy whines, placing a pillow over her head to block you out. "Whyy?"

"Because I've been up since five watching over and entertaining Yeri! That little menace created a huge mess in the kitchen, she's been running back and forth all around the living room for the past hour, there are crayons and half-washed-off colored marker markings all over the walls, she almost escaped the dorm and exposed herself like four times already, I'm pretty sure she's caused Joohyun to already grow gray hairs from the amount of stress she's caused, she just never seems to lose energy, we just now got her situated and somewhat calmed down and we're just tired! We need help. I need a break, Sooyoung!

We're all supposed to be in this together anyway! So as long as you're here in this dorm, you're also responsible for Yeri. And if you love your members dearly and don't want to watch us age five more years every two hours then that should be a good enough reason to help us out. Now get up!"

Joy groans into the pillow as you continue to rattle her by the shoulders. You progressively get more aggressive the longer it takes for the stubborn woman to give you any sort of a verbal, coherent response. "Okay! Okay! I will! Just stop shaking me or else I'll find the nearest thing to me that's sold and painful to throw at your face!"

You chuckle at the loose threat and lightly pat Joy's head. "Good. And If you're not out here by the next thirty seconds I won't hesitate to drag you out of this bed by your ankles."

Joy huffs even louder in annoyance once you step out of the room because she knows you're not bluffing(She has a carpet burn scar on her knee from the last time she decided to not cooperate with you). She throws her blanket aside and lazily pushes herself out of bed, slumping her shoulders and stubbornly drags her feet out of the room, not without letting out an exaggerated groan loud enough just for you to hear to emphasize the absolute dread you're causing by making her do this.

She enters the living room, first taking a glance over at Seulgi, Wendy and Yeri who are still in their pajamas lying on the couch and watching TV, and then looks over at you and Irene who are standing near the door with keys in hand.

Joy arches an eyebrow in suspicion. "And where are you two going?"

"Well, Yeri doesn't want what they're serving down in the cafe for lunch and said she wants pizza instead. But most of the pizza spots today are closed since it's Sunday and the only places near us that are open are walk-in and drive-through orders only.."

"Oh."

With no further words needing to be said, you and Irene make your exit and Joy walks over to the couch, situating herself next to the TV-engaged Yeri. As Joy settles into the couch, Yeri turns to Joy's side profile, observing the older woman in awe as she flashes a sinuous grin. "Sooyoungie!"

Joy looks over at Yeri, smiling simply. "Hey, Yeri! Whatcha watching?"

"My Little Pony!"

"Ah, I see.." Joy trails off, nodding her head in slow, deliberate nods as she pans her attention to the TV, pretending to be interested in the kids' show. In the corner of her eye, she spots Seulgi and Wendy, noticing that they aren't even paying attention to Yeri or the show, too busy looking down at their phones. She sucks her teeth at them with a swift roll of her eyes, annoyed that they're leaving her all the responsibility to keep a close eye on watching Yeri, but she continues to watch the show nonetheless.

As Joy watches, she suddenly begins to feel eyes on her; tiny, toddler, Yeri-sized eyes burning into the side of her face. She tries to ignore the intense gaze, but the longer her stare lasts, the more uncomfortable and unsettled Joy becomes.

Joy finally turns her head to Yeri, locking eyes and quirks a brow. "What?.."

Yeri doesn't respond, and the two of them begin to have a silent stare-off until suddenly the younger girl slings her head over, sinking her tiny teeth into Joy's forearm.

Joy lets out a shriek, shaking her arm around in an attempt to throw Yeri off of her, but Yeri doesn’t budge. "AGH! WHAT THE HELL, YERI?! GUYS, GET HER OFF OF MEEE!"

Seulgi and Wendy flip their attention to Joy with horrified gasps, immediately dropping their devices and rushing over to pull Yeri away from her.

Joy continues to panic and shriek with Yeri's teeth remaining sunken into her skin. Wendy pulls Joy back while Seulgi tries to pull Yeri the opposite way.

After seconds of this brutal game of tug-a-war, Seulgi and Wendy finally manage to split the two away from each other.

Joy quickly stands up from the couch, backing far away from everyone while Seulgi holds Yeri down in her lap, or at least is trying her best to as Yeri's feet and arms flail around wildly, aimlessly smacking Seulgi in the face over and over.

"YOU LITTLE.." Joy holds an accusing finger at Yeri, then takes a second to glance down at her arm and gasps dramatically once she sees the bite mark on her skin. "DEMON! You're nothing but a puppy-sized demon!"

Yeri laughs wickedly at Joy's episode of distress, kicking her feet in the air and squirming her tiny body all around like a fish out of water as Seulgi struggles to keep her down.

Joy grits her teeth at Yeri, clenching her jaw. "This isn't funny! You're crazy! You hear me?!"

Wendy quickly steps over to Joy, gently placing a hand on her shoulder as she speaks calmly in her ear, "Yeri's just three, Sooyoung. Well.. technically not really.. but right now she is?.. Whatever— You get what I mean. What I'm trying to say is that she's just acting her age, she's not a demon. Calm down."

"She's literally bit my arm!"

"And three-year-olds normally do that, I'm pretty sure. She doesn't understand that she's hurting you anyway, she's just trying to have fun, even if means biting, kicking people and causing us great amounts of pain. We just need to be patient with her."

Joy squints her eyes. "Yeah, whatever."

"Come on, I'll get her to apologize to you and let her know why her action was wrong."

Wendy places a hand on Joy's lower back to turn her around and guide her towards Yeri, but right as the two turn their heads, a pillow is launched, slamming directly into Joy's face.

Wendy ducks down in a late reaction while Joy stumbles to the floor, the impact making her back collide against the wall behind her. Her eyes blaze with immense fury hearing Yeri's menacing laughs echo, knowing full and well that's where the pillow came from and what her intent was. "Alright, that's it! She's really asking for it now!"

Joy pushes herself to her feet, snatching up the pillow and charges towards Yeri.

Wendy's eyes widen and she quickly chases after Joy, holding her back by her shoulders.

"Let me at her!"

"No! She's just a toddler!" Wendy continues to remind Joy, grunting as she struggles to hold her back.

Yeri continues to sit in the exhausted Seulgi's lap, pointing her finger out and cackling at Joy's frustration and futile attempts to get at her.

"Just!.. Let me!.." Joy growls.

"No!"

Joy narrows her eyes into slits, realizing that Wendy will indeed keep her restrained until her anger comes to a quell. But Joy knows she won't be able to calm down anytime soon unless she's allowed to release her anger in some physical way, that's the only way it'll truly dissipate.

Realizing that Wendy isn't holding back any of her arms, she uses the opportunity to chuck the pillow Yeri's way.

Unfortunately for Joy with the horrible aim of her left arm, the pillow doesn't even graze over the little one, instead, smacking the poor, unknowing Seulgi in the eye as she lifts her head a second too early.

Irene rubs ointment on Joy's injury as Joy sits on the bathroom counter, coldly glaring down at Yeri who's standing alongside Irene. "Now Yerim-ah.. why did you bite Joy?"

Yeri shrugs simply, the blunt reaction making Joy clench her lips and hold the same accusing finger down at her, her arm shaking with fury. "Because she's a demon!"

Yeri sticks her tongue out teasingly at Joy which only stokes the older girl's irritation and urges her to claw her fingers out for the youngling.

Irene pinches the bridge of her nose, internally sighing to herself with a defeated head shake. It was already enough of a task for Irene practically having to mother five oversized children(you all), Joy and Yeri being the worst to keep out of arguments, but now she has to deal with the same thing except with an actual child?

The two continue their endless bickering while Irene places a bandage on Joy's arm as she tries to drown them out, and down in the kitchen, you walk up to the dining table, pulling yourself out a slice from the pizza box. As you savor a cheesy bite, you suddenly hear Wendy call out for everyone with a sense of urgency. "Guys! Guys! Come here! I think I might've figured out why Yeri turned into a toddler!"

"Wait, huh? Seriously?" You hurriedly skip over to the couch where Wendy is and take a seat beside her, taking a look at her computer screen.

Everyone else emerges from their rooms and gathers around with swiftness, except for Yeri who goes to grab herself some pizza.

"Okay guys, so Seulgi might've actually been onto something earlier! On this website, it says that this is a very rare occurrence, happening to only 1 in 1,000,000,000 people, but it states that if a person consumes a hot beverage right before going to bed, aka the hot chocolate Yeri drank, and then happens to have some sort of dream of themselves as their child self, whether the dream is set in their current reality or some timeline in their childhood, then there's a very very tiny chance that person could wake up in real life as their child self and in whatever period their dream was set.

So if they dreamt that they were a kid but were still re-enacting their current daily life then they'll wake up in the same life except as their child-self, and if they dreamt of themselves as a child but were existing at some point in their childhood then they'll wake up as a child and back in their old childhood days. Basically, it's like they're shifting between different realities or dimensions.

It doesn't specify what causes or why the person has those dreams, but I remember we were all looking at old pictures and talking about our childhood days sometime yesterday, so maybe those memories continued to linger in Yeri's mind as she slept and caused her to have a dream about being a child again.

Also, a big factor that allows for any of this to happen is belief. The dream has to be as realistic as possible, to the point that the person who's in the dream doesn't even realize they're dreaming! The longer they believe that they're still a kid and that what's around them is real, it won't take much longer until their dream ultimately becomes their reality."

You and Seulgi stare at Wendy with full interest, Irene's completely lost and Joy.. well, she's just unimpressed.

"That sounds fake and literally makes zero sense," Joy remarks bluntly. "Like what does drinking anything hot before bed have to do with any of what you just said?"

Wendy narrows her eyes at Joy and throws her hands up. "I don't know, man, maybe it does some kind of stimulating to the mind? If we're being real, absolutely nothing about this day makes sense, but this is the only website that had an answer that made enough sense for our situation! I'm just telling you all what the site says, okay? In not a genius!"

Joy huffs and folds her arms. "Well, I think this is all just nonsense."

Irene can already smell another argument brewing between the two, and not wanting to hear any annoying bickering she quickly buts in to prevent it. "—Well, how about we ask Yeri what she dreamt last night so we can see if it's anywhere accurate to what Wendy's telling us."

Wendy shakes her head. "Oh yeah I forgot to mention, the person isn't going to remember anything about the dream. Like at all."

You all squint and tilt your heads, more confused than ever now. Wendy almost had you had you for a second, and then she completely lost you.

"So if the person who turned into the child and had the dream doesn't remember the dream they had.. then how would the person who wrote this website even know anything about it?! Like where is any of this information coming from?!"

"Yeah, none of this is adding up."

"I'm so confused.."

Wendy throws her hands up again, her laptop slightly sliding down her thighs. "Guys, I already told you I'm not a genius! This information is just as new to me as it is to you! I went through every possible website I could and this was the only one that seemed reliable enough! Out of all the things I've read, just trust me on this when I say I'm like 90% sure this is our likely answer."

You all still aren't that much more convinced, but at this point, you don't have anything to lose, well, you definitely do, but you all just need to try something.

Joy sucks her teeth. "Okay, whatever you say. So what's the solution to turning Yeri back?"

Wendy scrolls down to the last page of the website. "She needs to drink an entire glass of ice water with a tablespoon of cinnamon in it, bathe in lukewarm water with a mixture of sunflower petals and raw honey for exactly 23 minutes, not go to sleep any later than an hour after taking the bath and when she does sleep she needs to lay upright."

"Yeri! Stop running around and being so loud! There are people below and next door to us!" you bellow as Yeri's tiny legs sprint from room to room. Your voice is practically gone with this being about the millionth you've had to repeat these words in just the last hour, and of course, to none of your surprise, Yeri does the complete opposite of your demands, only becoming noisier and more heavy-footed. You're honestly not sure why you even bother anymore.

You try capturing the little munchkin as she bolts past you out of your bedroom, but your futile attempt only leads to you wrapping your arms around nothingness and falling to your knees. Seulgi also attempts to grab Yeri but her efforts are to no avail; the klutzy bear ends up diving head-first into the floor, the hyperactive toddler slipping out of her reach right when she almost had her.

Luckily, Irene ends up catching Yeri by surprise, snatching her up and sitting her on her hip. "You really are a handful.." Irene sighs.

"Why did Yeri never tell us about how much of an actual menace she was as a child?.." Seulgi grumbles, pushing herself up from the floor, moaning and groaning with every ache in her body as she stands. You drag your feet over to the couch, throwing yourself down into the cushions.

"I want a doll!" Yeri randomly blurts out.

Irene playfully pinches the little one's cheek, a passive-aggressive smile curving her lips. "Well, do you think you really deserve for us to buy you a toy after the way you've been acting today?"

"Yes!"

Irene narrows her eyes. "Seriously, Yeri?"

Yeri nods, shouting another confident, "Yes." Irene shakes her head. "No, Yeri. We're not buying you a doll."

Yeri's smile is immediately wiped with a frown. "I want a doll! I want a doll! I want a doll!"

You and Seulgi groan in unison, covering your ears as Yeri starts yet another one of her many ear-bleeding tantrums.

"Yeri, shh! I said no!"

"Listen to your oldest," Wendy says in passing as she exits the bathroom, bopping Yeri's nose teasingly, which Wendy quickly finds out to never make the mistake of again as the angry toddler slaps her hand.

Wendy glares at Yeri, taking small steps back with caution and soothes the stinging sensation from her hand. "Brat."

While Yeri continues to scream and whine about, a series of knocks is soon heard from the front door. Everyone's hearts drop in an instant and you all completely come to a paralyze, shooting each other pointed looks in the silence.

"Who's that?!"

"I don't know!"

"What if someone filed a noise complaint on us and sent staff up here!"

You frantically swing your head around, taking brief glances around the dorm before landing your eyes on Irene. "Uhh, Hyunie, you need to go lock yourself and Yeri in the bathroom to keep yourselves hidden. You know, just in case." Irene nods to your order without any question or protest and rushes her and Yeri inside the bathroom, making sure not to forget to lock the door. Yeri attempts to voice out a word of frustration, but Irene quickly slaps a hand over her mouth to shut her up.

Yeri fights against Irene's silencing and pulls down on her hand. She manages to pull her hand down just enough for her lips to be visible. "I WANT A DO—"

Irene muffles Yeri's voice again in swiftness, quickly clutching her hand over her mouth. "Shh! We'll get you a doll later, okay?!" Irene whispers harshly, and Yeri nods, but in an act of pettiness, Yeri darts her tongue out, licking the crevasses of Irene's palm. Irene yelps, reflexing her hand back in instinct and immediately wipes her hand on her shirt in repulsion.

The rest of you flatten out your clothes, combing your fingers through your hair and throw the pillows back onto the couch in a rushed attempt to make yourselves and the place look somewhat presentable. You and Seulgi stand next to each other while Wendy anxiously approaches the door. She carefully flicks the top lock, then the bottom lock, and slowly, she turns the knob, her heart racing faster and faster with each passing second.

She pulls the door back slowly and hesitantly peaks her head between the tiny opening, but her nerves cool down almost instantly once her eyes lay on the standing figure. "Sooyoung?!"

"Uh, yes?" Joy shoots Wendy a questioning look, a shopping bag held in her hand.

Oh yeah. You guys forgot you sent Joy out to go buy the ingredients for Yeri's remedy.

Joy steps past Wendy and enters the dorm, growing even more confused now and wondering as to why you all look so spooked seeing her, looking at her as if she'd grown two heads. "Hello?"

"Sorry, we just thought you were someone else." You take the grocery bag from Joy and walk up to the bathroom door, "Never mind guys, false alarm! You can come back out now!"

As you walk away over to the kitchen counter and empty out the bag, out from the bathroom comes a smiley Yeri and a grimacing Irene who for some reason won't stop wiping her hand on her shirt in disgust.

"I want my dolly now! Please! Please! Pleaseee!" Yeri begs, jumping up and down and looking up at you all with big, pleading eyes, protruding her bottom lip.

Everyone's eyes immediately land on Irene, which catches her completely off guard and she looks at you all with a sharp upturn of her eyebrow. "Um, don't look at me. I already spent my hard-earned money on that pizza earlier today."

Joy scoffs, folding her arms. "Well, I just spent my hard-earned money buying those stupid ingredients for Yeri."

Oh, so they want to play this game now? "Oh, well I paid for the gas that allowed Joohyun to even drive to the pizza place!" you quickly add.

"And—And— I bought Yeri those papers and colors to draw with earlier, you know!"

All eyes now land on Wendy, awaiting for what excuse she'll try to make.

Wendy side-eyes you all, sucking her teeth as she silently curses you all out in her mind. "Fine, I'll buy it."

Yeri runs up to Wendy, embracing her tiny arms tightly around her calves. "Thank you, Seungwanie!"

The small, yet adorable gesture manages to break Wendy's scowl and she looks down at her youngest member, smiling tenderly with her lips and eyes. "Aww.. of course, Yeri! It's noth— AGH!"

Wendy inhales sharply, biting the inside of her cheek and balling her fists to her sides to refrain from punching Yeri as she feels a pair of teeth chomping at her thigh.

Irene quickly runs up to the two, extracting that little demon leech from Wendy and holds her in close. "God.. Yeri, you really gotta stop doing that."

It's nighttime now and Yeri's all snuggled up in Irene's bed, watching videos on Wendy's computer while she uses her miniature toy brush to brush through the hair of her newly bought doll.

You've all already eaten dinner, which was once again pizza because Yeri didn't even attempt to give the beef soup that the cafe was serving downstairs a chance. It was 8 pm and you all were too exhausted and burned out just at the mere thought of putting up another fight with that menace when you knew it would lead to nowhere.

Everyone's taken their showers and Irene took Yeri her special bath, which was a lot easier to get through than she had expected, if she doesn't include the part where Yeri wouldn't stop splashing her in the face with water every few seconds. But other than that, everything went smoothly.

Yeri's also drunk her cup of cinnamon water so all that's left now is for her to sleep and await for what the results will show in the morning.

Seulgi was the first victim of sleep, the poor girl didn't even make it to her bed—one minute you saw her standing near the couch, next thing you knew, she was face-down into the pillows passed clean out. Next was Joy who not too long after Seulgi went to bed once deciding to call it a night for herself. Wendy was going to stay up with you to watch over Yeri as Irene left to take her shower, but what went from seeing Wendy on the brink of sleep, nodding off every other minute every time you stole a glance her way eventually led to hearing loud snores and spotting a sleeping Wendy laying beside Yeri, who was too engrossed with whatever was playing on the computer to notice her older member.

Suffice to say that Yeri was successful in completely wearing everyone out today.

"Yeri! Aren't you excited to become an adult again?" you ask enthusiastically from the other side of the room as you sit crisscross in your bed. Yeri lifts her gaze from the screen and looks at you silently, tilting her head with a clear look of confusion.

Oh yeah, Yeri's still lost about the whole, 'She was once an adult but in some freaky way she transformed into a toddler but she didn't really just transform since she's technically in another dimension so now you all have to do a remedy to change her back' thing.

Though she's(obviously)way younger now, she's shown to not be as naive nor gullible, because she's so damn stubborn, so she doesn't believe any of this and just thinks you've all gone crazy, which you're honesty not too upset with since her thinking that you're all crazy and just accepting these weird remedies is way better than if she were to be freaking out and putting up a fight, making it 100x harder for you all.

"N-Nevermind," you mutter, awkwardly scratching your neck. Yeri shrugs and resumes back to watching her video.

Irene soon arrives back from her shower, standing between the bedroom entrance and glancing at the two of you with a soft smile. "Alright, Yerim-ah. Time for bed!"

Yeri shoots a nasty glare Irene's way, then throws her head back with a whine. "I don't wanna!"

Your eyes widen and you quickly clutch your ears, tugging the covers up to pull yourself under. "Oh god, please no. Not another tantrum."

Irene shakes her head and walks up to Yeri, picking her up from the bed as she continues to whine and squirm around. "Don't worry, Y/N. I know how to get her to sleep quickly."

She better. You slightly peak from under the blanket and watch as Irene carries Yeri out of the room, Yeri continuing her relentless fit.

—

"Wow, that was so quick?! You put her to sleep in like what, five minutes? How the hell you do that?"

"I've got my ways," Irene smirks, looking down at the sleeping Yeri, of course, not forgetting to have her lying upright.

As you two continue to silently watch Yeri, you can feel yourself suddenly grow worrisome as thoughts of the remedy not working on Yeri start to creep up. If none of this ends up working and Yeri's not back to her old self by morning then this situation is going to go from 100x to 1000000x real quick, especially since your normal schedule starts again early at the crack of dawn.

You turn your head to Irene, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue anxiously, "Do you think this is going to work?"

Irene looks at you, a lopsided smile tracing her lips and a hopeful gleam in her eyes as she lets out a quiet yawn. "I really hope so."

You smile shortly and pin your focus back on the slumbering Yeri. But then your eyebrows furrow and you quickly make a double take back at Irene, looking down at her right hand which holds an unopened bottle of wine and the other with a wine glass.

Irene catches your questioning stare from the corner of her vision but doesn't turn her head to look at you entirely. "Don't look at me like that, this girl stressed me the hell out today. I deserve this, don't you think?"

You both chuckle lightly as you playfully shove her shoulder, and after a little while longer watching over Yeri, positive that she's deep in her sleep, you two exit the bedroom, carefully closing the door behind you and retire back to your own bedroom.

Well, you carry the slumbering Seulgi from the couch first before making it to the bedroom and Irene stumbles into the kitchen to pour herself a glass and drink the stress away.

You carefully tuck Seulgi into bed and then yourself after flickering off the lights. You snuggle your head deep into your pillows and lay on your hands, closing your eyes with a sigh. "This better work."

The early morning sun rays peak through the narrow cracks of your curtains, the light shining brightly and warmly as it cascades over your face, prying you from your sleep.

You stretch out your arms, yawning, and look over at your nightstand clock. 6:39 am. Welp, looks like you've completely overslept since you were supposed to be up and getting ready over thirty minutes ago for the 7 am group workout.

You don't decide to waste any time longer and hop out of bed, beginning to rummage through your drawers, just blindly picking out a random pair of workout clothes to wear since you kinda don't have the time to be picky right now.

You hurriedly slip them on while hopping on one foot as you also make your way into the bathroom. You complete all of your necessities—brushing your teeth, skimming through your skincare and fixing your hair—and after getting through with that, you exit the bathroom and make your way into the kitchen where everyone else already lies. They all munch on the breakfast Irene had cooked as they exchange quiet conversation.

Everyone greets you with quiet "Hey"s and "Good morning"s once they spot you approaching and you give them a small wave.

Not wanting anything too heavy on your stomach, you pull out a yogurt cup from the fridge and take a seat at the dining table. As you slurp on your yogurt, you notice your eyes keep on fixating on the member next to you. You try paying no mind to it, but as your eyes continue to adjust to the figure, they suddenly widen and you pause your eating once you realize why you can't stop peeking in their direction.

It's Yeri.

In her adult form.

You gasp dramatically, coming to a full turn in her direction and unintentionally grabbing the attention of your other members. "Yeri?!"

Startled, Yeri stops motioning the fork to her mouth and turns to you, arching a brow in confusion. "Yes?"

You quickly lean over and engulf her in a tight embrace. "Oh my gosh, Yeri!"

Yeri, still barely woken up, confusedly wraps her arms around you too, slowly patting your back and looks up at the rest of your members unsurely. They shoot her looks back, silently letting her know they're equally as confused by your actions.

You finally lean back from the hug, looking around at everyone with a bright smile. "Guys, it worked! Yeri's gone back to normal!"

Everyone's confusion only seems to deepen the more you talk. "What are you talking about?" Joy asks with furrowed eyebrows.

Your excitement's quickly killed off as your members now bring the collective confusion over to you."Yesterday.. when Yeri had turned into a toddler, we all had to keep her here and watch over her for the entire day and then we had to do some kind of spell to change her back to her adult self again?"

Everyone turns to each other, concern now laced in their eyes more than anything else. Irene walks up to you, placing her hand on your forehead. "Um.. are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, are you, Y/N? Because you're making no sense right now," Wendy says.

You're probably more confused than your members now.. because how could they not remember any of what you just said? Why are they looking at you as if you're crazy? "Guys, why are you so confused? We literally—"

You catch yourself from saying anything more before facepalming yourself. "Don't.. tell me that was all just a stupid dream.." you mutter, more so to yourself.

A dream?.. A dream! Of course, it had to have been a dream! It's the only logical explanation to this, considering how oddly calm you all were waking up to a toddler in the middle of your living room when, realistically, you know damn well the dorm would've erupted into literal chaos and panic if Yeri was ever missing and instead of being able to find her all you could find was a random toddler who for some reason looks identical like her. And how everyone immediately drew to the conclusion and just accepted that Yeri had turned into said toddler without any further questions or speculation. Or when you all found the supposed reasoning as to why she even turned into the toddler in the first place making absolutely no sense and the remedy for it being completely random.

Even though the dream was oddly long and felt a little too real, it still should've all been so obvious to you with how stupidly unrealistic the plot was from the start! But.. when a person's in a dream you suppose no one usually ever realizes they're in one until they wake up, so you can't really blame yourself too much on being fooled by your own mind.

"Was what a dream?" Seulgi asks, tilting her head in curiosity.

You look at her with a sheepish smile, placing your fingers on your temples as you quickly shake your head. "N-Nothing! Forget it! Forget I even said anything! Let's just hurry up and finish eating so we can go downstairs."

Everyone exchanges confused and concerned looks once more, but in an unspoken agreement, they decide to not question you any further on this and continue back to finishing their breakfast, resuming back to where they left off in conversations. You eat in silence, deliberately avoiding eye contact with anyone, even when you can still feel Yeri's curious gaze on you.

After about ten minutes, everyone's done eating and is packing up their gym bags. You don't bother to exit as a group, you all never usually do anyway, so Wendy and Seulgi are the first ones to leave. Irene and Joy don't take long to tag after them which leaves you and Yeri as the last ones to leave.

Yeri kneels in front of the front door tying her shoes and you lean against the dining table as you watch her, waiting for her to finish so you two can leave together. She soon stands up and gets ready to open the door to leave, but in an act of impulse, you abruptly call her to a halt, "Hey, Yeri!"

She stops motioning her hand to the doorknob and turns her head to you. "Yeah?"

"I know this is going to sound random, but I'm just saying.. if you're ever given the chance to, please, for the sanity of me and the members, do not ever, and I mean ever turn yourself into a toddler."

Yeri quirks her head to the side, completely confused about where you'd even get an idea like that from but she chuckles, nodding to your suggestion, "Oh, uh.. okay? I promise I won't?"

You chuckle awkwardly with her and push yourself up from the table, walking over to her as she begins to open the door again. In your footing, you end up stepping on something small, not enough to make you trip, but it does cause you slight discomfort and you gasp from its unexpectedness.

Yeri quickly turns to you, halfway stepping out the door. "Y/N? You alright?"

You lift your foot from the tiny object and take a step back from it to observe, holding a thumbs up in reassurance. "Yeah, I'm good. I just stepped on a—"

You choke on your words, struggling to suppress a gasp and quickly bend down, taking a closer look at the object. A sense of familiarity washes over you as you observe it, and the longer you stare the quicker you realize why it's so familiar to you. You pick it up and hold it closer to your eyes, trying to make sure this is what you think it is, and the more you take in the tiny details, the more you're certain that this is the exact toy brush that came with the doll Wendy had bought for Yeri yesterday.

The toy brush from the doll Wendy bought for the toddler Yeri in your dream. And it's right here, in the middle of the living room.

You and your members are all adults, you don't have any toys and none of you have brought any kids over who could've left their toys like this behind that could explain why this is here.

So wait.. If this isn't yours, your members' or a kid's you know, then does this mean..

"Y/N?" Yeri calls out again, except this time she's out in the hallway already leaving you behind. "Come on, we seriously have to get going!"

You silently stare at the brush a few seconds longer before quickly stuffing the trinket into your pocket and standing back up, jogging after Yeri. You can worry about this later.

"My bad! Coming!"

And it was ALL a dream.. *WOOSH* *BOOM* *SPARKS* *FIREWORKS* *CRACKLES* or was it? Ngl I really just pulled that the explanation and cure for Yeri right out of my ass idk what the hell I was writing, but anyways HAPPY TENTH ANNIVERSARY TO MY CAKE GIRLS !!! I LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH AHHH!!!

— Seulgiwifee ໒꒰ྀི♡˵ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀི১

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qqtxt · 1 year ago

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[🌸] careful pt.2 w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / fluff 🌸 / idol!txt / non.idol!you / minor cursing (none with ill-intention!) / mentions of small cuts, blood and bruises (nothing serious!) / mentions of food and eating ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 3,126 words ✿ in which you hurt yourself and he tends to your wound. (pt.1 is here!) [masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut! / @kflixnet ❤️‍🩹

gasp. i’m back! i hope everyone has been safe and healthy, and be careful. *winkwink* ✨

[🐰] soobin it’s like soobin’s able to detect something is wrong with the force the moment he hears a commotion coming from the kitchen. the loud noises distract him from watching his show, his body reacting faster than his mind can because he’s already moving from the sofa; beelining straight to the source of the sound.

he stands by the doorway of the kitchen, eyes frantically scanning to where the sound might’ve come from. he lets out a relieved breath when he spots the cans of soup around you, one in particular in your hand but what makes him squint is the mark that’s on your forearm.

“sorry,” you let out softly, awkwardly holding up a single can of–”i just wanted to make some soup,”

you didn’t process what soobin was frowning at when he walked over to you, peeling the can from your hand to set it on the counter nearby. he gently tugs you closer so he can inspect the now noticeable mark on your forearm. well, it could be because you shielded yourself the second the onslaught of cans started to come falling down. note to self: just grab a chair, climb on the counter, or–”you should’ve called me for help, you could’ve gotten seriously injured,”–yeah, that. you were just getting to that.

“i just...” you mutter under your breath, “didn’t want to bother you.”

“you’re never a bother,” he huffs, the frown embedding deeper on his face that the dimples appear out of frustration, rather than endearment on most days. you keep your lips shut and nod slowly, to which soobin sighs and shakes his head, using a thumb to rub circles along the mark even though he knows it hurts (but it was for the best).

“be careful, okay? i really, really don’t mind helping you at all.”

you chuckle, now seeing how your laughter confuses soobin.

“what’s so funny?”

“you’re just… cute, that’s all.”

soobin adjusts his stance, shifting his weight to the other foot, hip jutting out slightly as he grips your wrist with a raised brow and pursed lips. you give in very, very quickly when you can sense the way soobin looks at you is more of a warning than an indulgence to keep poking fun at the situation. “ah, okay, okay. i’ll ask you for help next time, mr. two feet tall.”

soobin ignores the last part of your sentence and smiles a little, “good.”

he tugs your hand to follow his direction out of the kitchen, towards the sofa, “no soup until i’m done applying the ointment.”

tl;dr: introducing, mr. i’m-not-mad-just-worried-and-disappointed because he knows sometimes your injuries come from not being careless but from making the decision to risk things for the sake of not bothering others. (or trying to take a shortcut) so he’ll be a bit more “strict” but in reality, it’s all because he cares about you and worries for you. would definitely cave in to baby you if that’s what you want but for the most part, he’ll show that he’s worried and will reprimand you if it was something avoidable as simple as reaching for a stool or calling him for help instead. he wants to make it very, very clear to you because this overthinking sweet bean will keep thinking of different ways this could’ve turned out for the worst. so he’ll be thorough in imprinting it in your head that he just wants you to be safe. (so for the sake of soobin’s heart, pls)

[🦊] yeonjun you see, when it came to cooking ramen with yeonjun, let’s just say things can get quite… heated. in a sense where the two of you are overly excited to eat the food that it doesn’t quite process your mind that you should be using a cloth to retrieve the pot when the handle isn’t of a heat insulator material. the yelp that rings the kitchen and the harsh slam of the pot back onto the stove is what gets yeonjun’s shoulders to jump.

he quickly turns around from the sink, shaking his hands dry as he approaches you to examine–”what happened?”

you refuse to answer just yet, hurriedly brushing past him to stand where he once stood by the sink. flipping the faucet, putting your hand under the running water and yeonjun pieces everything together from over your shoulder with furrowed brows and a huff.

“i uh–”you remember that you hadn’t answered him”–i kind of… the pot was–so i was–”yeonjun clears his throat to get you to stop talking. you process what’s happening when he switches off the faucet and he lets out the deepest sigh that shakes your bones in anticipation to what he has to say. you swallow the lump in your throat and don’t move at all, until he pulls you by the arm to sit on the nearby chair in the kitchen by the island.

“wait here,” he mutters under his breath, eyes pinned on you to make sure you’re not going to not listen to him. when he confirms you’re listening to him, he frantically searches from cabinet to cabinet. you quietly watch as he goes through his fifty-shades-of-worry before he finally finds what he was looking for with a cooling gel.

he takes the seat next to you, reaching for the wrist of the hand he sees has a mark on your palm. he applies the gel gently, pausing every now and then to make sure you don’t feel the pain that much. once he’s done, he closes the gel bottle and looks at you with a sigh.

“be careful next time, okay? you could’ve hurt yourself much worse if you hadn’t placed it back onto the stove properly.”

“…”

“…and waste the ramen?”

he makes a sound as he sucks his lips in, brows nearly meeting the center of his forehead at the intensity he’s frowning at you. with a sheepish grin, you nod, “okay, okay. sorry. that wasn’t funny, i know.”

yeonjun hates how you’re able to smile at him like nothing happened; and he hates how his heart is already swooning at the sight.

“thank you, jun-ah.”

“…clumsy butt,” he huffs under his breath, but you can tell everything has already resume to the way it was before when he kisses the top of your head and goes to retrieve the food for you two to eat.

tl;dr: introducing, mr. i-might-scream-first-but-i’m-actually-chill-about-it because his emotions and expressions can get the best of him first before he tames it to recollect himself knowing his outburst is the last thing you need. will go into his signature “mom” mode to lecture you in a loving way fuelled with affection and cuddles because come back here, you’re not leaving until you listen to everything i say and let me hug you properly and repeat back to me whatever i just said to you.

[🐯] beomgyu beomgyu feels like he should’ve saw it coming but really, he couldn’t have predicted that when you said you kinda knew how to ride a bicycle, it meant–”i-i don’t know how to stop!”

“hah! what a–”his brain processes what you had just said, rather than how you’ve said it (which is screaming at the top of your lungs as you head towards a tree–”wait, what?! baby! press down on the handles in front of your fingers!”

it seems like either the words came out too slow or the adrenaline and panic flushing through your veins blocked out anything going in because one second you’re still on the bicycle, the next, you’ve crashed into a tree and is now on the ground under the shade of the cause of your halting. beomgyu doesn’t process where or what he’s on, immediately hitting the brakes and swiftly kicking the bike stand to leave it aside so he can–”hey hey hey, are you okay?”

you’re laughing. you... are laughing. falling from a bicycle after hitting into a tree, the first thing you do is laugh? that’s it, beomgyu thinks, you’re a goner. amnesia has struck, you’re a lost cause.

“that was–”your laughter gets in the way of speaking, clutching onto your stomach as you sit up with beomgyu’s aid and his eyes are frantically searching all over to see where it might hurt. he cradles you with an arm, the other lightly lingering over your abdomen, “does it hurt here?”

“–absolutely hilarious!” you snicker, shaking your head as you look up to him, “i’m okay, i think it’s just my ankle that’s a little busted,”

“a-ankle?” his eyes widen slightly, now realising he hadn’t noticed–”shit!”

when you’re able to support yourself, he crawls over towards your ankle to examine the reddish mark along your skin. it’s a small patch, but it’s definitely an indicator that–”ah!” you softly exclaim, just as his fingers test the waters by putting a bit of pressure. you watch as he swallows thickly and tells you to stay here, i’ll be right back. before you can call out to him, he’s already dashing towards his discarded bicycle, retrieving a pouch from the basket hooked to his bicycle. he rushes back to you and unzips the pouch, pulling out a tube of cooling gel that–”ooh... that feels nice,”

“yeah?” he glances up to notice the small smile on your face, before looking back down to tending to your minor injury, “that’s good.”

when he’s done rubbing the gel onto the red marks on your skin, he carefully helps you up. he uses a hand to put the strands of your hair back in place, a pout now forming on his lips. “you should’ve told me before we started cycling that you didn’t know how to stop.”

your hands meekly reach for his waist, lightly tugging him closer that naturally, he follows suit without knowing.

“i... i thought i’d be able to remember once i was on the wheel,”

“...that’s bullshit,”

“...not fooling anyone, huh?”

“i’ll teach you next time before we’re anywhere near cycling again until you know how to hit the brakes,” he huffs, shoving the gel back into the pouch before he squints his eyes at you.

“...loud and clear, boss.”

“...”

“...got it?” he lightly nudges the side of your head, a smile threatening to form when he sees how you grin at him, hands squeezing his waist, already stretching out the smile on his face so effortlessly when you repeat back to him: “got it.”

tl;dr: introducing, mr. everyone-expects-me-to-be-crazy-but-i’m-actually-calm-and-level-headed because sure, he has his loud and crazy moments but when you get hurt or injured, that all flies out of the window and he’ll try to be as rational as possible. he’ll try to be calm, knowing that is the best thing you need but he might slip a couple of jokes here and there to lighten the mood and make you feel better emotionally, not just physically. sweet ol’ beoms will think about your condition and how you feel, and would definitely try to sweeten things up after as a little pick-me-up treat.

[🐿] taehyun it wasn’t an irregular occurrence to cook whenever you were over at the dorm with the boys. sometimes, oftentimes it can be a bit chaotic with how things are in trying to prepare food for six people in one sitting. there’s a sort of system whereby yeonjun’s manning the main fort of cooking with you as his sous chef, taehyun and kai are in charge of the drinks with soobin and beomgyu in the living room setting things up, choosing a show or bickering back and forth (it’s usually a mix of all three chopped up into pieces, really). speaking of chopping, in the midst of you trying to dice the vegetables for yeonjun to pan-fry, a small mishap causes the entire house to grow silent after the initial gasps.

before you can process what had happened, it’s like you’re being steered in autopilot out from the kitchen and is now seated by the dining table with what seems to be a mini first aid kit by your side. the atmosphere has gone quiet, but in reality, it’s yeonjun and soobin trying to take over the situation by letting taehyun tend to you, while they tend to the rest of the kids.

“does it hurt?” taehyun asks, voice softly echoing into your ears as your eyes fixate on how gentle yet swift his movements are to tend to the cut on your finger. you shrug, “it’s a bit of a sting but–son of a bitch,” the words take over just as you feel the sharp-like needle pain penetrating your nerves. taehyun’s eyes widen with worry but you can tell he’s trying to keep his cool, quickly picking up the pace so the pain doesn’t drag out longer than it should.

within a couple of minutes, and discarded scraps later, your cut is secure with a pink-yellow-bear-heart bandage that makes you chuckle at the sight of it, that gets taehyun’s attention when he carefully cradles your hand, gauging your reaction of how you’re feeling. “this is cute,” you wiggle your finger around, eliciting a chuckle from him. “yeah, huening went crazy when he saw them for sale and bought a ton to stock up in our first aid kit,”

“it’s adorable!” you hear an echo bellow from the kitchen, to which the both of you promptly brush over with a quiet laugh.

“you okay?” taehyun’s voice directs your attention back on him, and the way his thumb gently caresses the back of your hand makes you smile. “yeah, i’m okay. thank you, for asking and for tending to my battle wounds,”

he snorts, “battle wounds my ass,”

“...that is a nice ass,”

there’s a small pause of silence before the two of you burst into laughter. the kind that reassures taehyun that you’re doing okay, the kind that goes easy on your nerves and lifts the tension in the room. when the hilarity subsides, taehyun jolts a little at the way you grip onto his hand to pull it to your lips, planting a soft kiss to the back of his hand that makes his heart melt on the spot.

“thank you, tae.”

he returns the gesture by lightly tugging your hand towards his direction, where he’s able to press a kiss to the back of your hand, “you’re welcome.”

tl;dr: introducing, mr. calm-and-collected-but-might-be-stunned-the-first-few-seconds. while i know everyone sees taehyun as the most rational and level-headed one (which i do too!) but i think he might get stunned the initial first ten seconds before he processes what he should do and does just that. once he’s past that stage of realising what happened, mr. robot is on the way with caring and tending to your needs 101% and no less! though, after things ease out and everything is better, he might be that nagging aunt that pokes at you to be more careful every now and then (but it’s all in good intention just so you’re safe and careful always) in kang taehyun we stan

[🐧] kai it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to change in the bedroom, despite kai curled up in bed, scrolling on his phone with his attention on you when you begin changing. it makes you a bit giddy, tossing your shirt at his face that he peels off with a snort. the lighthearted atmosphere fades when you notice kai’s smile fading as he stares at a spot on your body. it makes you self-conscious that you look down on yourself; dressed in an oversized shirt and a pair of cotton shorts.

“what?” you try to shake it off, trying to back away when he sits up towards you but his hand already catches your hand to tug you closer gently.

“did you hurt yourself?” he asks, brows furrowed as he continues to stare but you have absolutely no idea what this boy is on about. you attempt to muster up a reply but–”there’s a bruise here,” kai points out, finger hovering over a spot at the side of your thigh which takes quite an effort for you to crane your neck for a peek.

“oh,” you sound surprised (because you are), “i had no idea,”

you turn the cheek to look back at your boyfriend, who seems to have checked out of the conversation for what feels like a minute, before he’s pushing the blanket off and muttering a soft stay here as he scurries up and out the bedroom. you remain standing there, half-debating if you want to go after him but just as you turn around to head towards the bedroom door, it swings open to reveal the entirety of kai trudging in and making you sit on the bed.

with a soft oof, you do as you’re directed, watching as kai grabs an ointment cream and begins rubbing it gently on your bruise. the pain is minuscule, it stings just a little but it’s nothing you can’t handle. you have your hands on your lap, fiddling with your fingers as you watch him fixate on helping you ease the bruise away with plenty of effort. when it feels like it’s enough, he puts the ointment cream aside and peeks up to your face to see you already smiling at him. despite how pretty you looked, he remembers that he’s supposed to–“how could you not notice that bruise right on your thigh?”

you chuckle, shaking your head as you gently ease your hands onto his shoulders, somehow easing the muscles that tense along the expanse of his back, “...i mean... you out of all people can’t call me out on that when you were blind to your own bruises,”

he takes a deep intake of air and exhales calmly, using a hand to curl around your waist as he looks up to you, “...okay, that’s fair.”

there’s this shared moment of tranquility; one that reassures you that kai’s reliable to take care of you and one that reassures him that it’s the same for him, too.

"just be careful, okay?” kai says, lightly pinching your hip.

“as long as you be careful, too.”

he holds up his pinky finger, “promise,”

almost too easily, your pinky locks with his, “promise.”

tl;dr: introducing, mr. i-might-look-clueless-but-i-kinda-know-what-i’m-doing-but-am-i-doing-it-right? while i think it is possible for kai to be that clueless boy who might have zero idea on what to do, i do see it as a “short-circuit moment” that he’d need to recollect himself before he springs into action and does it well. if not, he’ll definitely be up for pointers on how he can improve and do better and overall, kai’s just a precious sweetheart who would want to take care of you at all times (even if he doesn’t know how to at times).

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itgirlgyu · 2 years ago

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txt as types of office romance!

pairing—txt ot5 x fem reader.

word count—4452. (900-800 each member.)

✸ as a self proclaimed romantic—enjoy!

YEONJUN...

that's a hot boss right there!

like everyone physically, verbally calls him as that

oh it's completely unethical.

but he's like flinging his wrist in 'aw stop it' but secretly he's buzzing like a vibrator

brags it to his group chat

completely clueless that everyone does it to get in his good side

and some *cough* *looks away* in his pants..

the type to go jogging in the morning and come to the office right after, glistening with sweat beads on his skin and the end of his hair

in his slutty biker shorts while jingling his pink tumbler and twirling his car keys on his fingers.

everyone just assumed that he'd be a nepo baby

but no!

he earned his way to the top!

everyone knows it because he gives that speech at every dinner party, year end parties, ceremonies, sport meet, team marathon—you just name it and he's there with his mic.

there's literally a mic in the office with his name encrusted in crystals; he bought it himself.

along with the poster of his interview and photoshoot with a reputable magazine for being the hottest boss of 20XX in all of south korea!

soobin: *reads off the smudged ink on his palms* yes our boss *squints* is mega *squints harder* bootylicious…

now you're like a low worker in the office

basically a contract worker

and you need to be hired bc you need to ✨pay your bills✨

so to get on the good side of your coworkers and your boss

you're like yes i'll do extra work

and they are like ok thank you bye and scurry off like little rats.

that's how you're stuck in the office late at night when everyone had left

rotting away in front of a spreadsheet

you're like this close to melting into your keyboard when you hear loud shriek from the far end of the floor

at first youre like it,,, damn am i crazy lol

so you get back to counting money your manager has spent on hoes and try to make it seem like a company spending

and then you hear it again

this times it's a reasonably higher in pitch and sounds a lot like your big boss, the so called hot boss of the branch

you try to ignore it

you really do, you DON'T want to interact with someone

but word in the office is that yeonjun is very generous and getting on the good side of the hot boss might get you a permanent position

also you don't think you can focus on the petty money laundering of your manager rn with your brain occupied by the hauntings of missed opportunities

so you stalk to his cabin and you're about to know when you hear in another loud screech

so on instinct you burst open the door of the cabin, and there's yeonjun perched on top of his expensive chair, with his even more expensive shoes

he points it to you and yells,

"A ROACH!"

you're reasonably hurt because sure you're a low paying contract worker and he's the head of the branch, and super rich but that doesn't give him the right to call you, a living respectable human being a filthy ins—

"there's a fucking roach there on the floor,"

you look at him dumbfounded for 3 seconds before it registers that he did not just call you an insect but there's actually one

so you're looking down to find the said culprit

"and it flies!"

that's when your heart started to beat faster

any insect that flies is a menace to the society but you need to be brave

for him and for yourself, and possibly a permanent position at the office.

you look around the floor and find the cockroach on the floor, without any movement. figuring out this is the time to attack

you take your heels and lunge on it, squashing the vile monster into a small mass of diabolic goo

"sir its gone!" you gleefully exclaim before even looking up

but when you do, you see the expanse of his enchanting eyes brimming with glittery gratification

and that's how you win the permanent working position

and also the hot boss's affection

although you are not quite sure how to handle the attention he has been showering you

especially the extra meaty lettuce wraps he hands you in the company dinner completely unaware of the kind of reaction it emits from his team

if you weren't already aware of the rumors that his eccentric behavior was sprouting, you were sure him giving your lousy manager the stink eye sealed the deal

the chattering around the office was so loud that HR had to be involved and he was explaining how ' you're HIS SAVIOUR! "

right at the moment you entered with some important papers and his eyes met yours once again

and that's when HE realized it was not just the gratitude but also something more

perhaps love,, <3

basically he's the last to know

some of the people who had a crush on him did give you dirty looks here and there but majority of the office were absolutely entertained in the way the hot boss was infatuated with you all while trying to act like himself normally

you found it cute too ngl

you were in love with him too, but you kinda wanna let it go on for a few days more before coming clean to him about your feelings.

when you reciprocate he gifts you a matching pink tumbler.

SOOBIN...

he's like the gossip monger of the entire branch

has tea on everyone

literally nothing goes out of his sight, he knows everything—as it is happening.

oh yurim from accounting department is pregnant? he's the first to know

jaeseok from the IT department has been two timing with his colleagues to get his work done for him? obviously soobin knows who the two colleagues are and how he manages to bag them both!

minhee from the editing team has explosive diarrhea—you just know it!

actually the last one everyone knows tbh

you cant frequent a bathroom five times in a hour and keep this things away from your coworkers

they are like your family.

you bet your sweet ass he dropped off pills for the poor girl too

this is why no one can find fault in soobin

even though he knows your dirtiest little secret, you can't hate him because he never gives you a chance to.

he's more like the messiah of his marketing department.

basically he runs this forum on the company website that everyone knows who operates but because of such cult like fan following, no one has the balls to expose him

unless they all want to be canceled overnight

but no one really knows how he works and gets his intels tbh

it's like the third top secret of the company

the first being how the hell did beomgyu get a job and the second being, how the hell does beomgyu keep his job?!?

even though soobin has his eyes on everyone

no one can really find anything about him

like of course he'd be at every company dinner, laughing his ass off at the lame ass joke his superior is cracking but also the karaoke nights right after but come always on time the next day

he's always so prim and proper

vogue 72 question guy called and asked for an interview for it

but his answer? he just has nothing to hide!

but you've always called bullshit on it tbh

everyone has a secret no matter how little it maybe

since he has exposed your tiny little addiction to carbohydrates on his forum for bringing a portable stove from home and making your own fancy ramen late at night during your over time hours

your eye twitches every time he enters your vicinity

you're just waiting for the time get a chance to nab his head using the step stool you keep hidden inside your cubicle

that's when you start to tail him everywhere to find his filthy little secret to expose him

but all you get is him buying fresh bread from a bakery, helping an elderly couple to cross the street, saving a toddler from a car accident, using his height to help get a cat down who was stuck in a tree—

you were almost starting to believe in his infuriating statement, that maybe, he's just such a humble human that he has nothing to hide

until the cat just walks out of the bag right in front of you

he's a weeb lmao

right in front of you, on a weekend night you were walking back home after buying some cheap beer, was soobin

in his gojo satoru cosplay

you can tell that's him even if his eyes are hidden with the black cloth or through that synthetic white wig

at first he doesn't notice you, talking to his friend while he's rocking the whole cosplay

i mean even youre shell shocked like sure everyone enjoys anime, even you do! so could soobin!

but you just didn't expect him to bust out in a full cosplay

after the initial shock fizzles out, you're yelling out to get his attention

you're just curious, the whole revenge thing you had out for soobin didn't even click yet

but as soon as he realized it was someone from his office, man just used his leg power and started to run the opposite direction

and your first reaction was to run after him

"ITS OKAY SOOBIN EVERYONE HAS THE RIGHT TO BE THEMSELVES!"

"STOP FUCKING FOLLOWING ME!"

so after a while he thankfully stops bc you were fr about to puke on the sidewalks

he's begging you to not out him and even if you were mad at him but that doesn't mean that you were such an evil being to blast him like that

not in such a heinous corporate society, you wouldn't even wish it upon your worst enemies!

even though you pinky promised him on the sidewalk while sharing your beers about not telling this to anyone.

soobin has been extra careful around you

man will be stirring his piping hot relaxing tea in the staff kitchen

sees you approach

chugs the whole thing down and scurries out without making eye contact

stops talking in the middle of his sentence when you enter the room

it's kinda fun to see him like that but you also wonder how does he run a whole gossip girl blog when he himself is like that

it would have been all fun and giggles if the office didn't start talking about how you and soobin have beef now

and now they are picking soobins side

bc he has the ability to turn all of their life into hell if wanted to

once again you're reminded of the female oppression in such a heinous corporate world

so you corner soobin just out of the man's toilet late at night and have a serious talk with him

heart to heart

you remind him that you won't tell anyone him about his after work activities also tell him about some of your anime characters for victim solidarity

and you two warm up in the place laced with wafting smell of pee and sanitizer

he even gifts you a whole packet of name brand ramen and a case of butane gas

and youre sure you've fallen love with him, right there and then

and so does he when you buy some white mascara and a better wig.

BEOMGYU...

beomgyu is the enigma of the production department

in the worst way possible

is always seen in other people's business more than his own

"honestly i think you should break up with him, like if he cheated once, he's gonna do it twice."

"i know ri—"

all his past managers have a medical history of chronic migraines and probably some other hidden illness they can't even disclose because of him

has been cited with name for a number of superior's resignations

yet personally he's like the cockroach who will survive anything

also casually steals lunch from the community fridge and tries to blame it on the new intern, huening kai

but everyone knows it's him

everyone thinks he's a nepo baby

but he personally tries to start a rumor that he has slept his way to the top

with an winky face

no one agrees tho

beomgyu just looks like an overactive virgin no matter which angle you look at him in.

probably has scanned his ass on the printer and also might have accidentally replaced actual analysis paper with it

"I might have wasted their time, but they have also seen my ass in it's rawest form, I think it's a win for them either way."

no one really knows how he got that job and how hes able to keep it up

everyone knows that he turns up all his research perfectly with the best rate of efficiency.

that's why the office puts up with him

beomgyu is like, yeah sure it's my intelligence but also this raw sex appeal to raise the attraction quotient of the office.

taehyun is somewhere in the corner, stabbing a pen into his palm with a glare, boring a hole into beomgyus back

beomgyu: see im so hot even my backs burning up

you are from the designing team and you've been recruited recently so you don't really know about beomgyu's whole reputation

but you're paired with him for a project and you two have to come up with the perfect valentine's day sales project

at first beomgyu is like super friendly

like way too friendly showing you the production department

giving little introductions for everyone

'this is jaehyun—he has a severe gas problem, so beware of giving him anything with eggs."

you're very intrigued but also like, a little scared youre not gonna lie

but that soon turns into bouts of sudden admiration for the man when you see him more and more

sure he has the attention span of a toddler and whines at every chance given—but he sure is super, duper passionate when it comes to his job

and isn't it the most important thing?

as you two work on it more privately, his colleagues start seeing a positive change in his behavior

and one night they all lie to beomgyu that they will get off early and once you and beomgyu are out of the office they all huddle up together

putting up a graph, a pie chart and recruit a tarot card reader on zoom on what's the cause of his sudden change of behavior

and everything points to one thing: you

after he started to work with you he has reasonably become more bearable and everyone pledges an oath to do anything to make the most of it

even if it's by setting you two up

they would give you a very fancy dinner of wagyu as a consolation prize if it did work out

so the next day during you guy's meeting the other team members are like

you and beomgyu should go on a few date to see how restaurants do the whole valentine thing

you:wha—

beomgyu: perfect!

that's how you two end up with a list of restaurants to check out for their valentine day schemes

you and him end up doing a lot of couple theme games for stuff

also research ofc ofc

but through all this you get to see him in so many ways that you cannot help but realize that maybe you did end up developing a little crush on the eccentric man

you guys are sitting outside a convenience store, eating popsicles and discussing about the couple game you two were forced to play and how they really blindsided beomgyu or else he would have won surely

you're like sure sure, with all your attention on the melting popsicle in your hands

he's like, this has been so fun it's like we're an actual couple

yk he's joking but you can't help but feel the heat rush to your cheeks

which gives him more leverage to tease you further

beomgyu: you're good at pretending that you like me

you: maybe because I actually do

and beomgyu almost chokes on the stick of his popsicle

but good thing! you two start dating!!!

beomgyu's teammates try to give you a hush hush wagyu beef dinner but beomgyu sniffs the utter betrayal and decides to join anyway

but he can't refuse that they were actually very helpful

oh and the product becomes a massive hit

u guys are the office's it couple now

beomgyu urges the new interns to call you and him, mom and dad.

TAEHYUN...

he's the manager from hell

when you look at him he kinda looks like the flower boy new intern

but in reality he is probably that senior who will not hesitate to eat you whole if you even do as little as give him a report with wrong font

always in a prim and proper attire

you won't ever catch him with one strand of his hair out of place

the talk in the company is that he is probably the owner's son

like why else would you care so much about the company?!?! hmmm sussy

even the marketing team's messiah, soobin, can't get under his skin

beomgyu, coming into the scene spinning in his chair: hm taehyun looks like your thongs are in a twist

taehyun: *kicks beomgyus chair out of his way and doesn't spare a second glance*

he's always on time

like do you live here bro

wasn't caught slacking a day in his entire career

and thats how the owners son rumors died down

he's is so cut throat omg. he has made so many people cry (deserving only.)

like he's so precise with his insults it's kinda commendable

"wow your nails are so pretty, shows you much you've never worked a day in your life :D"

his seniors asks him to come to the office to relay their disappoints to the workers who has been slacking off

he's so nice and precise with his harsh words that it could actually land him a nice paying side hustle

but he will do it for free

not everything in this world has a price!

everyone is scared of the finance department because of him

no one really wants to be trained under him

there are literally rumors about new recruits crying and leaving the company to become streamers and gamers because of taehyun

he only blames it on their weak mentality

taehyun: workplace is a jungle and only survivors survive the jungle.

wow taehyun you're so profound

had a calendar with motivational quotes to provide him energy to conquer each day

keep your head high king

always seen with a protein shake in the office

one time yeonjun who was visiting the office, accidentally drank taehyuns shake kept in the fridge

he couldn't feel his mouth for an hour

you actually trained under him when you were newly hired

and you hated every goddamn bit of it

everything about the devil of finance department was true and you were one of the surviving victim of his boot camp enough to tell the tale

and you did not keep your mouth shut

half of his brutish rumors comes from your mouth

you think of it as compensation from all the harsh treatment you got from him

sure you need to be strict with your interns if you're training them.

but he used to shut the doors at your face of you came late even by a minute or two

safe to say you did hold a bit of the grudge

and taehyun acts as if you didn't exist

now imagine a scene where you two are to do a couple dance thanks to the dumb idea of doing a raft for the cultural program of the company

taehyun: so here's my resignation—

you are like, ok why do you hate me

and taehyun scoffs in your face, like very loudly

and mind you this is happening in front of yall superior's face who are like, wow such chemistry

they'd set fire to the set

even after trying a various attempts of getting away without doing the godforsaken dance

you two are alone in the practice room, brooding over ideas on how to get away

when you finally get up and walk over to taehyun who's sitting in the corner of the room

"so you can break my leg so we can get away!"

and taehyun is genuinely looking at you with concern and sadness

"you hate me that much huh"

and you look at him and he's like a wet kitten who got kicked and your heart wrenches.

"a little" you sigh but quickly add in

"you were an asshole during the training period, maybe if you had toned down little"

he's like, okay but what about discipline

and you tell him about the concept of teaching with kindness and for the first time you have a heart to heart conversation with him and you realize wow okay,,,maybe he's,,, not that bad?

and he's not bad loo—

you slap yourself into consciousness and you lie to him that there was a mosquito

taehyun knows you're lying and he's finds it kinda cute

so you both decide to actually practice

and actually you both fr have a good chemistry

and the whole raffle thing becomes a hit

you two come out as a couple and the interns who are being trained under taehyun now shower you with gifts as the one who tamed the bull and also for being their precious alumnus

HUENING KAI...

now that's a real flower boy intern!

he's like one of those new recruits

always on time, smelling like freshly done laundry and hope that is not yet crushed by the mean managers

becomes a crowd favorite as soon as he enters the department to be trained

people actually try to feed him

like he'd be here to get coffee order for someone

and some elderly workers would be trying to shoot a cookie in his mouth like those basketball chads and he actually let's them!

older lady: *misses*

hyuka, clapping to cheer the old lady like a coach: that's okay! we can do better! we got time!

he actually doesn't got time

even if he's the sweetheart of the department doesn't mean he doesn't have thousands of files to photocopy or get correct order of bajillion coffee orders

messes up literally everything tho

soobin: hyuka why does my coffee taste like soap?

hyuka:...

but gets a "he's a new kid" pass

and one of the dudes who actually deserves it because sure, who cares if he's a little worthless in the office noW HE MIGHT BE USEFUL IN THE FUTURE!

he's a little child and he's just learning

and he makes it up than enough by running around the office every time to run errands to whomever asks him of anything

it's as if… he is… not… the son of the owner of the company..

hyuka was one of the fair breeds of rich

he'd be playing golf with his dad and then he was like dad i wanna join our company

his dad throws away the golf club to go hug his son but before he could engulf him in a bear hug and give a whole speech that is written and edited in a piece of paper

hidden in a special pocket designed in his undergarment for times like this

"as an intern, i wanna try to earn my place."

his father throws a bitch fit like bro i did this all for u and now u wanna be amongst the commoners

hyuka is like, yes

and after a bit more of the bitch fit his dad agrees

and that's where his struggle story starts

even tho getting in was easy but keeping up a whole facade of being a normal boy who just has a dream of becoming big in the corporate world is hard

like imagine the horrors of not being able to wear his cartier in the office!! if only he got caught!!

or drinking instant coffee?!?? commoners coffee?!

although he has quite grown accustomed to that taste

much like everyone you were also unaware of hyuka's high status but considering that you were his direct senior, he had to spend a lot of his time under your tutelage

but the thing is you're not used to training anyone so you're like,,, ok get me two copies of this paper and a relaxing tea

and he's like, on it boss!

at first it was kind of awkward to have him around you all the time but as time passed he started to grow on you

and even hyuka started to grow fond of you

perhaps more than a senior junior relationship

okay basically he likes u and he almost let that shit out but thankfully he passed out before that

and as your direct junior you have to take care of him so everyone leaves you two and goes to any other bar to continue the party

and you are here, groaning while lunging his half conscious body and try to get his eyes open to get into his phone to call someone over

and then you call his speed dial and when they pick up you introduce yourself as his senior

as soon as the words oh are you kai's mother leaves your mouth, hyuka shots up and literally snatches his phone away from your ears

he's like, hahahahaha, im so awake.

devil may work hard but hyukas mom works harder

before you two can wrap up your conversation at the entrance of the bar, an audi comes to pick him up

and two men come out and starts calling hyuka sir and acting like he is their boss

hyuka wanted the ground to open and to swallow him up

so he just settled on coming clean to you

he knows you enough to know that you won't tell anyone about it nor would you use him

and he's so right because since that night you pledge to protect his identity

and he's like

*proud smile, clicks your picture and sends it to his mom* your future daughter in law

hyuka also got the balls to say that he likes you fr and then you two drank instant coffee to celebrate the beginning of your relationship

copyrights 2023— itgirlgyu!!! feedbacks are appreciated! drop a comment on whose love story you liked the best!!

a/n my toxic trait is thinking I could make one shot out of every one of these. also i learned something valuable about me, im indeed capable of writing 3k in 6 hours. if only I could do it regularly sigh.

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katrinawritesthings · 2 months ago

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OT5 i guess; wedding crashing; R

jong2min having a nice date on the boardwalk when they see onkey getting married and go crash it but oh no !!! minho fucked one of the grooms last week :3c But good news: apparently the two of them are a pair of real sluts to the point that Jonghyun has a surprisingly large chance of getting into at least one of their pants this very day. Ever since he picked up those two pieces of information nothing has been hotter to him than the idea of fucking someone on their wedding day. And Jinki is very handsome in his peachy orange suit and long brown hair.

The sun is shining, the sky is clear, the seagulls are shrieking, the waves are rolling, the beach bustles with life, and Minho is practically bursting with contentment. He walks side by side with his babes, Jonghyun next to him in the middle and Taemin on the other side of him, his arm crossed over Taemin’s so they can both claim one of Jonghyun's butt pockets, and the three of them joke and grin at each other as they window shop down the shore.

"Is that a wedding?” Minho stops when Jonghyun stops when Taemin stops, grinding the three of them to a halt on the sandy boardwalk and pointing with his popsicle to the shoreline. Jonghyun leans forward around Taemin to look so Minho leans backward around both of them to do the same. He has to squint a little bit against the glimmers of the waves on this bright sunny day, but he spots the group of people lounging out in the sand around three people standing up straight. Two of them are wearing suits and holding hands, huge smiles visible even at a distance.

“Oh, that's so romantic," Jonghyun sighs. "Why haven't you two married me on the shoreline?" he pouts.

"Illegal," Taemin says.

"If we tried you would not stop complaining about the sun," Minho adds. He hasn't stopped complaining about the sun already today. Minho isn't going to deal with that on their wedding day.

Jonghyun sighs long and loud through his nose, then changes track and says, "let's go crash it."

"I don't think–"

"Hell yeah dude!"

The two of them take off, jogging towards the nearest staircase into the sand and dragging Minho behind them. Minho rolls his eyes as he gets his footing. They enable each other too much. But this is at least better than the time they broke into an abandoned building to “explore cool ghost shit" and got attacked by a family of raccoons, so. He guesses he can't complain too much.

Touching down onto the beach proper, they walk casually along the shoreline until they're behind the wedding. Then, just as casually, they sit down in the back and make themselves comfortable. None of the guests seem to object to their presence; actually, a couple of the people at the back with them look like they had the same idea. The closer they get to the front of the audience the more people are dressed in pastel oranges and foresty greens.

Up at the very front the two grooms are radiant in their similarly colored suits. One is in a peachy pinkish orange suit with shoulder length light brown hair, smile lines and crow's feet prominent as he listens to his soon to be husband recite his vows. The one speaking is in a light leaf green suit. His short black hair is coiffed up, his dimples are adorable, his pretty lips form his words carefully, and his prominent eyebrow scar is accentuated with make–

"Holy shit," Minho says. Realization hits him abruptly and he sits up straight, scattering sand all over Taemin’s shoes. “We can't crash this wedding." They can fucking not. He knows that eyebrow scar. He knows those dimples. He is very intimately acquainted with those pretty lips.

“Wah wah wah, goody two shoes," Taemin mumbles dismissively. “We're already here."

“No, I mean – "

"Lighten up, lawful good," Jonghyun teases. He latches onto Minho’s arm and leans against him. "It's fine. We're not even the only people that have crashed it already."

"Listen you fucking gremlins," Minho hisses. He cannot deal with their bullshit right now. He looks around frantically, trying to find an easy way out, and when he finds none, he tries to hide instead. He shields his face with his hands and glares at his babefriends. "We can't be here because I literally fucked that guy in the green a week ago," he whispers. He knows that's him. He’s certain. That's the guy that he hooked up with last weekend, that guy that fucked him within an inch of his life and left him in the club bathroom with a smirk and a wave.

Taemin bursts into hiccups of laughter that he badly muffles into his hands; Jonghyun’s eyes go wide and he sits up straight, studying the grooms with renewed interest and singing, "ooh, drama" under his breath. Minho groans and lies down in the sand. He should've lied. He should've made something up, invented an excuse to get them far, far away from here. Now they're definitely not leaving.

As soon as the ceremony is over and everyone is invited to watch the first dance, Taemin makes a beeline for the bar. It's a nice little setup tucked at the very end of the food tables. One guy in a peach and green aloha shirt and sunglasses is manning it and a sign next to it declares it to be open and free to all beachgoers. Taemin double and triple checks the sign to make sure, then smiles his most charming and adorable smile at the bartender. At his new best friend until Jonghyun and Minho drag him away.

He gets a dainty champagne flute in celebration of the newlyweds; then he asks the bartender to make him something neon blue with a little umbrella in it.

So. Bad news. Jonghyun has been wandering the beach, mingling with guests, asking about the newlyweds, and he's learned that Jinki and Kibum are completely open in their sexual relationship so no one was cheating and therefore there's no drama for him to slurp up.

But good news: apparently the two of them are a pair of real sluts to the point that Jonghyun has a surprisingly large chance of getting into at least one of their pants this very day. Ever since he picked up those two pieces of information nothing has been hotter to him than the idea of fucking someone on their wedding day. And Jinki is very handsome in his peachy orange suit and long brown hair.

Jonghyun has, of course, already told him this. Even before he went snooping around for information, he went to congratulate them and flirt a little bit with both just to test their reactions. Kibum took it in warm, confident stride, not rejecting him but not encouraging him either. Jinki, on the other hand, took a little too long to let go of Jonghyun’s hand and his smile was hooked up a little too much to the side. Jonghyun doesn't like to assume, or brag, but he knows when someone is interested in him.

Jinki is interested in him. Jonghyun saw it an hour ago in the way he looked at him and he hears it now in the way Jinki speaks to him.

“You're quite touchy, aren't you?” he's asking, and his voice is so smooth, a smile playing around his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes. The tiniest tint of accusation in his tone contrasts with the way he leans into Jonghyun’s touch. He lets Jonghyun fix his bowtie up straight and then smooth his hands down the lapels of his jacket.

“You don't seem to mind,” Jonghyun smiles.

Is he laying it on too thick with the cheating-not-cheating thing? He's not sure. It's not his usual mode of flirting and he's kind of just winging this. Maybe he should tone it down a little bit. Throw in something like it's fine if--

“I don't mind a lot of things.” Jinki replies with just the same comfortable, suave, caramel smooth voice as before. Paired with his raised eyebrows it almost makes Jonghyun melt. He has to take a second to catch his breath. How the fuck did Jinki do that? What did he even say? He doesn't mind? Where was Jonghyun going with this again?

Focus. He needs to focus. He has a mission to complete. “That's an admirable quality,” he says, playing with the collar of his shirt. He pulls it down enough to give Jinki the tiniest peek of his chest mole. Guys love the chest mole. He glances down, kicking at the sand a little bit, and then looks up through his eyelashes. Guys love when he looks at them through his eyelashes. “I like a chill relaxed guy,” he says.

“So does my husband,” Jinki says. It's a statement, simple and blunt, but it's also more than that. It's not a rejection, but it is, maybe, a warning? But more than that, Jonghyun thinks it might be a dare. A dare to acknowledge and then keep pushing anyway, see what it gets him. A dare that Jonghyun is definitely going to take.

But not right now. Right now, he fakes getting a text on his phone. “He's lucky to have you then,” he says, opening up a text conversation at random and pretending to read it. Smiling, he adds, “my cousin wants me. I'll come talk to you again later?”

And that's his own dare to Jinki, a choice to either deny or invite him to come back.

Jinki smiles back all crow’s feet and sunshine. “I’ll look forward to it.”

“Hey, so, I just want to let you know,” Taemin says, leaning on the corner of the bar, “before I start to get tipsy so you know I'm for real. I think you're really handsome.” He smiles at the bartender, holding his sparkly fruity drink in one hand and swirling his fingers playfully on the counter with his other. He's definitely already tipsy from the champagne and half a drink but the bartender doesn't need to know that. Taemin has been making perfectly pleasant and believably sober conversation with him this whole time.

He's also been flirting with him this whole time. Even before he came out with that bold forward line he'd been having the bartender blushing like soft pink powder, biting down smiles, and coming back to him between serving everyone else on the beach. His name is Kai and he’s lifted his sunglasses up to rest on his hair; Taemin is certain that it was to see him better. His brother used to make fun of him for practicing how to flirt but look at him now. He takes a sip of his drink and watches Kai watch his adam's apple bob up and down.

He's so in.

Good day. Great day. Wonderful day. Incredible day. Blessed day. Perfect day. Ever since he and Jinki kissed to seal the deal, Kibum has been on cloud nine. His stomach has been full of butterflies and his fingertips have been tingling and his face hurts from how hard he's smiling and he doesn't even care. He hasn't wanted to leave JinkI's side for more than a minute.

He has left, though, to keep up appearances. Sure, he loves Jinki with his whole entire heart and he just dedicated the entire rest of his life to him, but he doesn't want people to think he's desperate. So he's been cruising through the shore, hugging friends and family, stopping to chat, munching snacks and sipping drinks, drifting back to Jinki every now and again to touch his arm, hold his hand, smile against his cheek, and remind himself that today is real.

Taking time away from him does have its perks--he can spy on Jinki from afar, admire his pretty hair, his handsome profile, his snazzy suit. And whenever Jinki catches him coming back, his smile lights up the world. JinkI's smile still, after all this time, takes Kibum’s breath away. It sets off fireworks in his heart. It resets his brain. It stops him in his tracks.

Which is probably why someone just bumped into him, tried to swerve and duck around him way too late, bumped into a bouquet stand, and sent their painstakingly colorpicked peachy orange gladioluses tumbling into the sand.

“Oh, jeez. Oh, fuck. Oh, no. Sorry. Here.” The guy that bumped into him is already on his knees, gathering up the flowers with big hands. His long black hair bobs in a ponytail and little wisps frame his face when he looks up. “You oka--fuck.”

His already big eyes turn huge, his mouth pops open, and his cheeks turn a vibrant red. He's pretty cute, actually. And he's swearing up a storm.

“Fuck, uh, fuck. I mean, fuck. I mean, uh, I mean, shit. Fuck.” The more he scrambles to fix the flowers the more he drops them all over the sand. Poor lamb. Kibum gets it, though. He would be embarrassed too if he ruined a wedding decoration in front of the groom.

“It’s fine,” he says, and he means it. It's not like he was going to keep this one specific bouquet forever. “Here.” He bends over to help him clean up. The longer he looks this poor blushing man over, the more he's sure that he wasn't invited. Kibum doesn't recognize him at all, for one, and he's pretty sure he would at least know all of Jinki's guests by face. He doesn't match the dress code, either, and for another, all of his blushing and stammering carries an unmistakable aura of guilt.

But, actually, the longer Kibum looks him over, the more he thinks he does actually recognize him. He just can't figure out from where. It's something about the cheeks, flushed a very attractive crimson, something about the bangs falling messily into his eyes, something about the eyes themselves. Big, round, brown, gorgeous. Blinking up at him from such a steep angle, the poor babe on his knees now, just like--

Just like he was at the fucking club. Kibum understands. He's not blushing because Kibum is the groom. He's blushing because Kibum fucked his throat and pumped his ass full of cum a week ago.

Small world. “Hey,” he says, pointing. “Aren't you--”

“No!” The babe from the club interrupts loudly. He stumbles to his feet, slapping sand off of his knees, red from his forehead all the way down into the collar of his shirt. “I mean,” he says. “I don't know what you're talking about. I mean, I've never seen you before. I mean, I'm not crashing your wedding. I mean!” Every time he says I mean he gets louder, faster, sweatier. “I mean, goodbye.” and he just turns around and speedwalks away, wobbling in the sand and dodging around guests that were actually invited. “Congratulations!” he calls over his shoulder.

Rolling his eyes, shaking his head, Kibum smiles to himself as he continues his search for his husband.

Taemin pulls his thumb from the bottom of his chin up to the corner of his lips. He sucks the cum off of his skin, swallowing it down with the rest, savoring the slide of it down his throat. It tastes like the same sweet, smug victory he feels looking into the depths of KaI's dark, glazed eyes. Zipping Kai back into his pants, he takes a quick glance around the bar. He doesn't think his new buddy has enough of his brain back yet to be a good lookout.

The coast looks clear enough, everyone else mingling and dancing closer to the stage, so Taemin stands up. He smoothly slides his way up Kai's body until they’re face to face. Kai's harsh breaths puff against him and Taemin can hear him swallow hard. Taemin cups his jaw and kisses him nice and slow so he can taste himself.

“Gonna need something strong to wash that down with,” he hums against Kai's mouth.

Still dazed, barely looking, Kai feels around his bar and passes Taemin a full bottle of tequila.

Jackpot.

Jinki is three fingers deep into the slut that's been flirting with him all day when his phone jingles in his pocket. “Ope,” he says. That's his special ringtone. His beloved ringtone. His Kibum ringtone. He unwinds his arm from around the babe’s neck and leans back, giving them some room and some air. They probably need it after being squished against the back wall of the stage this whole time.

“bro whered u go,” is what his husband has texted him. The babe sucks in deep breaths, wiggling their booty back against his hand. Grinning, pumping his fingers not nearly fast enough, Jinki taps the speech to text button and holds his phone up to his mouth.

“Sorry honey I'm busy fucking some slut backstage,” he says, and hits the send button.

“That's me!”

“That's you.” Jinki confirms their cheerful exclamation with a smile against the back of their ear. “You're the needy little slut desperate to get used by someone else's husband.”

“Gosh, yeah,” they whisper, they swallow hard, they whimper a little bit when Jinki twists his hand around to rub on their prostate. “Why’s your voice so hot?”

“Theatre school,” Jinki replies, watching the little typing bubble on his phone.

“oh okay lmao not that i like you or anything but i didnt see you for 10 minutes and i got nervous,” Kibum texts. Jinki bites his lip, butterflies in his stomach. His husband cares about him. “the hot one with the pink hair thats been all over you all day?” Kibum texts next.

“Yeah the hot one with the pink hair that crashed during our vows,” Jinki confirms. Said hot one with the pink hair makes a little oop noise, clenching around his fingers not out of pleasure but out of surprise at getting caught. Jinki pushes them hard back up against the wall, just to punish them, just a little bit. People never expect it out of him but he's always watching. He always knows what's going on. He knew from the start that this pink slut wasn't one of Kibum’s cousin’s plus ones. It's not like he minds, but it's not like he's going to miss the opportunity to rough them up a little bit, either, not when they shudder underneath his chest.

“Tell him,” they whisper. They swallow again, clear their throat, and say louder, “tell him I say congratulations.” They look at Jinki over their shoulder, brown eyes dark and glassy, smile shaky, all genuine and earnest. Jinki smiles back. How kind.

“They say congratulations,” he sends to Kibum, and then, “just hang on like 5 minutes I'll make them nut all over themself and then I'll be back out smiley face blue heart emoji,” he says into his phone. Speech to text doesn't register and insert the emoticon or the emoji; it just types the words out and Jinki sighs shortly. Whatever. Kibum will get it.

“How are you going to make me nut on myself when my ween is pointing at the ground.” zit's a pout of a sentence, but a smiling pout, a mischievous one, a dare of a sentence. Jinki knows exactly what this babe wants him to do and exactly how smug they're going to be if Jinki acquiesces.

Brats have always been his biggest weakness.

He remains silent for as long as it takes Kibum to text him back, “take your time i miss you a normal amount.” Then, smiling, shaking his head, he pulls the babe away from the wall. “I guess you have a point,” he says, and then expertly manhandles them onto their back in the sand in 5 seconds flat. He pushes their legs up so they're almost bent in half, their cock pointing right at their own face, using their pants still halfway on to hold them there. “How's this?” he asks.

They blink up at him with wide eyes and an open mouth, to stunned to react. Just like Jinki likes his sluts to be.

He makes them nut, cleans them up, and gets back to his husband even faster than he promised.

Swimmy in his brain. Grumbly in his tummy. Giggly in his throat. Floaty in his body. But also bumpy in his body. Probably because his body is slung over Jonghyun’s shoulders as they walk back home.

“Fighting evil by moonlight… winning love by daylight… never running from a real fight…! She is the one named Sailor Boob.” Taemin cracks himself up, snorting into laughter, grinning into Jonghyun’s elbow. Sailor Boob. Jonghyun is laughing too, his quiet chuckles warm in Taemin’s ears.

“How did you even get this drunk?” A strong hand, Minho’s hand, cups his jaw and wipes away a line of drool that Taemin didn't know was there. He tries to follow and slobber all over Minho but all he gets for his efforts is a pinch on his cheek. Acceptable. “All they had was champagne and watered down little cocktails. You're not that much of a lightweight.”

His giggles ramp up into full laughter, snorting and hiccuping, before he composes himself into his regular poise and dignity. Jonghyun hikes him up into a better position on his back. “I blowjobbed the bartender’s dick and he gave me big boy juice,” he announces proudly.

“Fuck yeah dude,” Jonghyun announces into the night sky. “That's my little gremlin.”

That's Taemin. He's the little gremlin. He's the little gremlin and Jonghyun is proud of him.

“Taem, you shouldn't have sex with people just to get things from them,” Minho scolds. “You're such a menace.”

That's also Taemin. Taemin is also a menace and Minho is disappointed in him. Warm in his heart. He couldn't be happier.

$75 donation to the newlyweds from: Choi Minho

Hello. Congratulations on your marriage. I saw at your wedding the sign stating that all wedding crashers owed you $25. Attached is the donation covering me and my two boyfriends that came with me. I wish for happiness in your future.

ps I'm at that club every other friday

$50 donation to the newlyweds from: Jonghyun (the babe you fingered behind the stage) uwu

hiiiiii congratulations again :) your wedding was so pretty and i could feel the radiance of your love from up on the boardwalk!! i hope you feel the same warmth you felt looking at each other today for as long as is comfortable for you both!! may your friendship always remain strong!! also here's my number in case you ever want a slut to play with ;) 525-0408

$420.69 donation to the newlyweds from: fucklordsupreme imdrinkhehehe

hey happy you got marred yur party is rly fun I dont get love stuf but you to look happy really hapy nd I hope you stay thatway and als o if u dont thats okie if u get dirvced then thats just failgay rppresentition (tit) and I think we need more of that but dont get divvvvorced just bc of that only if u want to or for thebdrama ofit but I ho pe u dont do that bc you two look rly happy and I likie that/.....,..also one f you fuckied my bf last week and then I think one of u is fuckieng my other boyfrend rn and I like thatt too bc I like them and they deserv getting LAID so ty for doing thatfor them nd I hope both of u know that bothoff you do sex w other peple bc oherwise thats kind of awkward but tahts aso yuour problem notnmine but nahyway heres some moeny to buy smthng cool for ur happy govt recognititiotn (tit) ceremony and also bc I did somethnig with somenoeno\\\\s omeone but im not going to tell u what is it bc im not a snitch but dont worryr about it but monie shd cover the tab so heres moneynd ur welcome goob night happy married 6v6

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this-onegoes · 4 years ago

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***COMPLETE*** Title: The Things I Don’t Ask Author: thisonegoes Relationship: Zayn Malik/Harry Styles (zarry) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 266,123 words total Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 The complete playlist can be found on Apple Music and Spotify. Brief Summary: A boarding school zarry AU that starts with two little rich boys who can never say how they really feel, and ends somewhere a bit unexpected. Love, loss, and all zarry angst in between. Absent parents, teenage rebellion that leads into an uncertain adulthood, with an epic ot5 friendship that spans years and years.

Read the FINISHED fic on ao3.

[It’s finally done!!! TTIDA, the little fic that could. I started this back in 2016 and struggled for a long time to pick it back up again. Thank you for your patience, I love you a lot. Thank you to @imgod my ride or die, this fic would literally not exist without you. We fought over certain things, you constantly made me think harder about what these characters were doing, and why. You are the absolute best, I adore you, and thank you SO much for putting together the playlist for the fic as well. Music is a huge part of this story, just like you are. The image above is by @ohnoballoons because Camie is amazing, along with additional artwork by her in the final chapter. I also commissioned various artists across Tumblr, Twitter and Instagram, so go click through the chapters, to see some art of some of my faaaaavorite scenes to write. You will die at how good they all are. I’ll likely also post them here individually soon. Enjoy! xoxo G]

#zarry fic #grace writing #TTIDA #poor little rich boys #Cruel Intentions AU #if you squint #Rich Harry #Rich Zayn #ot5 ride or die #ot5 until I die #It's been a rough couple of days I know #maybe this finally finished story can bring you a little joy #PLEASE REBLOG #AND GO LEAVE A COMMENT #THE WORLD IS ON FIRE AND 2020 FUCKING SUCKS #I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS AND ENJOY IT #I'M GONNA GO SLEEP BYYEEEE

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aceficrec · 7 years ago

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In the blink of an eye

Pairing: OT5

Author: Neko_ryn

Rating: General Audiences

Summary:

Junhee is worried about Donghun, Byeongkwan and Yoochan who are about to leave the group to join their new temporary group after having won in MIXNINE and The Unit. They all notice, so they all go on a secret date, doing their best to make their leader happy again, and let him know how much they love him.

Admin’s Notes: this is sosososo soft! the ending is delicious huhu. when (the ending) taken out of context, it really could fit into an angsty plot instead of the mushy goodness that this one was kkk

Link: AO3

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sorikkung · 3 years ago

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baby bunny. || c.soobin x gn!reader

soobin is a shy boy, you know this. but he wants to be a good boy for you - your perfect little baby bunny.

word count: 13k

pairings: established gn!reader (afab) x poly ot5 (soobin centric)

genre: smut, fluff if you squint

tags: non-idol au, sub!soobin, switch!reader (mostly dom), public/risky sex (remote controlled vibrator), bunny!soobin in lingerie, collars and leashes, ass eating, pegging, a bit of choking & spanking, soobin has a humiliation kink and a size kink, lots of manhandling, kink with an Audience, yes the audience in question is txt, group sex, double penetration, edging & overstim, dacryphilia, a bit of degradation, established safe words, recording, bondage, lots of cum, seriously so much cum

a/n: i call huening kai hyuka almost exclusively in this fic lmfao. for an assortment of reasons, but you can change it to whatever w the interactivefics extension as well as the four underscores to your name.

this one's for you worstie, director of boyfies, dweller of bogs, head sock... you know who you are <3

Soobin had always been the shy type, but you’ve never seen him so nervous before he even does so much as utter a word. Standing in your doorway, he fidgets with his hands, staring at you until you look back and then immediately looks somewhere else, gnawing cutely on his bottom lip-

“You can come in, you know?”

“Oh- uh, right.” Soobin clears his throat, awkwardly shuffling into the room and plopping himself lightly on the edge of your bed. How his impressively tall frame manages to take up the smallest amount of space possible never fails to amuse you, pulling a smile at your lips. He’s so cute.

“Spit it out already, what’s got you so worked up, bun?” You ask, a twinge of satisfaction flooding through you when his eyes widen slightly at the nickname, cheeks and ears going even pinker with just the single word. He really does look like a bunny, with his wide eyes and perfectly shaped lips.

He looks at the floor, playing with his hands again. “Oh just… y’know. Wondering. Uh… about… kinks, and stuff.”

There it is. You smile softly, trying to tone down your excitement at his words – he already seems like he’s about to jump out of his skin at the slightest of sounds. “Well, you know I’m always down to talk about kink, bunny. Is there something you want to try?”

He takes a deep breath as if to prepare himself, holds it, then sighs, flopping backward onto the mattress. “N-Nevermind. I can’t do it.”

“What do you mean you can’t do it? Soobin, you know I’m eager to hear anything you have to say on the matter. I’d never judge you for it,” you soothe, scooting over next to him and draping yourself over his body to cuddle. “Trust me, my list of things I won’t try is a lot shorter than the list of things I would. Especially if you’re involved.”

“Yeah?” Soobin props his head up on his arm, the other naturally falling around you, hugging you close to him. With your head on his chest, you can hear how hard his heart is pounding as he tries to keep his cool on the outside, so you press a gentle kiss to his chest in encouragement. “Well… then what kind of things do you want to try?”

“Soobin,” you chuckle incredulously, “You can just tell me what it is, you know. I’ll probably be down.”

“It’s embarrassing!” He whines, shoving a pillow into his face, muffling his next words. “You first. If you’re so kinky, tell me the all the wild kinks you have.”

“How much time you got?”

He laughs brightly, seeming to finally ease up a bit, peeking his face out from behind the pillow. “Seriously! I’m being serious, baby…”

“So am I!” You laugh back, sitting up to snatch the pillow from him and lightly thwack him with it. “We’ll be here a while. Do you want them alphabetically, chronologically, in order of most to least socially acceptable or—"

“I want you to do dirty things to me because I get really turned on when you guys tease me, especially in public,” he quietly blurts out all at once, immediately grabbing back the pillow and shoving his face into it again before he even finishes his sentence. “This- This is so embarrassing. But I kind of like it! Being embarrassed! I-It’s weird but whenever you tease me, even when it’s not super sexual like just a nickname or a joke, I-I should be mortified but instead my body gets all hot a-and—” his voice dips into a faint murmur, “—I get hard. Every time. I don’t know why, I just do, sorry, it’s so weird…”

He rolls over away from you and onto his stomach, still smothering himself with the pillow like it’d soften the blow to his pride somehow. You reach over to card a hand into his hair, giving him a few reassuring head scritches.

“Oh bunny… that’s not weird at all. Getting aroused at a bit of humiliation is actually really normal. You’re not weird or gross or anything – on the contrary, I think it’s pretty hot.”

Finally peeling himself away from the pillow and looking up at you, he hugs the pillow to his chest and shuffles back into a sitting position. “Really? That’s a relief, aha… oh wow. My heart is pounding.”

“Are you hard, too?” You tease, reaching for the massive pillow in his lap slow enough for him to pull back if he was uncomfortable – but he doesn’t. He doesn’t even grip the pillow any harder, letting you take it away from him and reveal the tent in his sweatpants, flushing crimson all the way down to his neck. “Aww, baby bunny really likes being embarrassed, hm? How cute.”

He shoves a hand over the lower half of his face as if it’d hide his deep blush at all, nodding carefully. Being embarrassed at admitting how much he likes being embarrassed – he truly is the gift that just keeps on giving. You can have so much fun with this, you think, and ideas start firing up in your mind at a million miles per hour.

“Can I tell the others about this, too?”

He pauses for a moment, mulling it over, then nods. “Y-Yeah. Well, maybe just Yeonjun to start with. I feel like the others would make fun of me- oh.” He looks down into his lap, remembering how he got in this situation in the first place. “Maybe… I mean, if you think they’ll like it…”

“Oh, Soobin,” you coo, sliding yourself into his lap while he swallows thickly and glances frantically between your face and where crotch is sitting all too close to his, “Why do you think we all tease you so much in the first place? You’re just so cute when you blush like this.”

Looping his arms around your waist, he buries his burning face in the crook of your neck, letting out a little whine. “Ah, stop…”

“Oh?” You immediately pull back, not wanting to push him too far, but before you could say anything else he pulls you back flush against him, arms wrapped tightly around you and chin hooked over your shoulder, hard on pressed up against your clothed core.

“I-I don’t mean that. I don’t know. It just feels very… it’s a lot, but I like it, even though my instinct is to say stop…”

“How about we implement a traffic light system, then?” You suggest helpfully, “It’s the same one I use with Jjunie and the others. Red means stop, yellow means this is the most I can take, and green means we’re good to keep going. I’ll ask you your colour to check in on you from time to time, but you can just say them whenever you feel the need to.”

Soobin nods quickly. “That sounds good.”

“So, what’s your colour right now, bun?”

“Green.”

“Good boy.”

A shiver goes down his spine at your words, and he only trembles more when you roll your hips down into his, gripping onto his broad shoulders.

“What kinds of dirty things did you want me to do to you, Soobinnie? Tie you up? Spit in your mouth? Make you cum in your pants? You’ll have to be specific, baby.”

“I-I don’t know,” he mumbled, his grip around your smaller form still firm as if to ground him. “I don’t really know what kind of things I’m into yet. But you do, which is why I asked… so if you want to try anything with me, I want to… yeah. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

You click your tongue, running your hands through his hair. “Such dangerous promises from such a sensitive little bunny. I want to completely ruin you, Soobin. I’m not sure if you can handle all that.”

“Please.” He fucking whimpers, the same kind of sound you only heard when he was close or when you hit his spot just right. You grind down on him again, this time more out of instinct than anything else, then you grab his chin, forcing him to look at you. The action makes his cock twitch beneath you, and the rush of power that comes with it is intoxicating.

“If we’re going to do this, we’re first stopping by the sex toy shop.”

“Wait, what?”

“You said you’ll do whatever you want me to. I’m going to grab Jjunie’s favourite remote-control plug, and you’re going to be a good boy for me till we get back.”

You take it easy on him to start with, since you’d never done this kind of thing with Soobin before – it was more of you and Yeonjun’s thing, Taehyun and Beomgyu preferred having the remote, and Hyuka was too intimidated to try such a thing in public as he was by far the worst at controlling his facial expressions or trying not to cum. You left the toy off for the whole drive to your favourite store, letting him relax a little, only to activate it the moment you walked through the door with no more warning than a brief cheek kiss.

His whole body jolts for a moment, so you grab at his hips to steady him, but that only seems to rile him up more as he sucks in a sharp breath.

“You good?”

“I’m good. We’re green.”

You smile at him and link your hands in silent praise, although the cashier would’ve likely guessed what was going on right away. The plug was only on it’s lowest setting, which was effectively silent against the music the store was playing, so Soobin manages to recollect himself, squeezing your hand tightly and giving you an assured nod.

“Alright,” you hum, shoving a basket into his hands, “How about you grab some of our usual lube and toy cleaner? We’re running a little low, if I recall. Feel free to see if there’s anything else you’d like while we’re here – you’ll need to be a good boy and use your words, though. Okay?”

The familiar flush returns to his face, nodding quickly. “O-Okay.”

Part of him is clearly dying to ask what you’d be getting in the meantime, but he knows better than to ask – if you would tell him, you would’ve told him already. No, he’s a good boy, and good boys obey without asking questions.

While he scurries off to track down the cherry-flavoured lube Hyuka loves so much, you waste no time browsing. You’ve had your eyes on the playboy bunny outfit ever since you first saw it in the store, and what better opportunity to try it than this?

Not for you, of course. For him.

The fact that he has no idea what to expect makes it even better, and you think he’d be peeking over to see what you’re getting, but obediently enough, he doesn’t even look your way. Smiling to yourself, you hurry over to pay at the counter, making sure to get an opaque bag to store it in before finding your way back to Soobin.

“Found anything you like, bun?”

He damn near jumps out of his skin at the sound of your voice, the toy in his hands falling to the floor before he could stop it – and then he freezes, half bent over in his pitiful attempt to catch this frankly massive dildo bigger than anything in your collection.

“U-Um, I was just looking at it—” He breaks off into a surprised squeak as you bring down a hand on his ass, making him bolt upright, hands flying up to hide his face in embarrassment again.

You very slowly and deliberately bend over to pick it up, examining it all around. “It’s pretty big. Six inches not enough for you, hmm? What a greedy little bunny.”

He’s embarrassed out of his mind, and he loves it – you can tell by the way his hips keep twitching slightly, no doubt being helped by the vibrator inside him, slowly working away at his resolve. It’s ridiculously cute, the way he takes a deep, deep breath to calm himself, or at least trying to. Moving his hands away from his face at last, he apprehensively looks between the toy and your face, asking in a hushed murmur, “…does that mean you’re getting it?”

“I dunno,” you shrug, turning it around in your hands, “Am I? Do you want it, Soobinnie? If you do, remember what I said about being a good boy.”

Soobin gnaws on his lower lip – he wants to be a good boy for you so bad, but as much as he loves the hot feeling of humiliation, it’s different when you do it to him and when he has to do it himself. You watch the internal struggle behind his eyes as he hesitates for a few moments, debating whether it’d be worth it or not, but in the end, his boner wins over his dignity. He hardly had any of the latter left, anyway.

“I… I want it,” he whispers, holding the basket out, hands shaking just a little. “Can we…?”

“Are you sure?” You ask, less demeaning this time. “This is big even by my standards, we’ll have to work you up to it—”

“I can take it,” Soobin blurts out, sliding the basket onto his arm and clasping both your hands in his, looking at you dead in the eyes. “Please?”

“Okay,” you hum softly, placing it back onto the shelf and sliding one of the boxes behind it into the basket with a chuckle, “We can get it. You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

He offers you an awkward half-grin, scratching behind his ear. “Heh, have to keep you on your toes somehow, right?”

You reward him by turning up the toy’s intensity on your phone, and this time he isn’t able to hold back the startled moan that falls from his lips, clutching at your shoulder for support.

“A-Ah— can you- can you turn it down a little, please, fuck…” His head rolls back and his eyes fall closed, mouth slightly parted, and it’s the perfect tease of what’s to come, igniting a fire beneath your skin.

“No.”

You turn it up just a little bit more, making him gasp and stumble forward, eyes blown wide at the stimulation, pleadingly gazing into yours. “Please?”

“No,” you repeat simply, meeting his gaze. If he reallywanted you to turn it down, he knew what he had to say, but the deliberate lack of those words made you grin menacingly. “Stand up straight, bun. We’re going to go pay for these.”

“N-No— wait—!” He grabs your wrist and pulls you to his chest, looping his arms around you to keep you in place. His face returns to his usual spot in the crook of your neck, and you can feel how his body keeps on shivering, how fast his heart is beating, how his skin is warm to touch. “I-I’m seriously gonna cum if you don’t turn it down, p-please, jagi, I-I’m so close…”

You love having him both wrapped around your body like this and wrapped around your pinkie finger – his tall stature towering over you and yet, he seems so small, all because of you. You have half the mind not to let him cum, knowing full well he probably would anyway; it’d just give you an excuse to punish and humiliate him further, but he’s always so eager to be good. Would that make him feel bad? The solution comes to you as you nip at the shell of his ear, rubbing his back, and he muffles a high-pitched noise against your skin.

“I don’t believe I’ve given you permission to cum yet, Soobinnie.”

“Please.” That precious sound again. You don’t know what he’s begging for anymore, whether it’s to stop or to keep going, but he hardly seems to know either. He tries to keep his voice low so he doesn’t draw any more attention, the tall shelf next to you the only thing blocking the two of you from the staff and other customer’s sight, but he struggles. You can feelthe tension in his body as he desperately tries to hold himself back, gripping onto you like a lifeline. “Please, I-I’m— ____, please.”

Oh, how you love hearing your baby bunny beg.

“Oh? Does my baby bunny want to cum in his pants in the middle of this store? How naughty. What if someone catches you, hm? Sees how much of a desperate little mess you are for me?”

“Please, please, please, ah fuck— s-stop, please, I’m gonna cum, I’m—” It’s but a broken whine, barely louder than a whisper, and he bites down onto your neck as the thread finally snaps under the pressure, spilling into his pants. He can’t seem to stop trembling, all of his willpower going into staying quiet as his orgasm rushes through him. It takes some effort on your part too with how hard he’s biting you, but you know that’ll just add to the sheer embarrassment of cumming in his pants in public – now you have a fresh bite mark on your neck to show for it.

When Soobin finally stops shaking like a leaf, he slowly peels back, eyes wide, glancing down at the mess he made of his pants, blushing a brilliant shade of red. “I-I’m sorry, I came without permission I- I— I’m sorry…”

“Aw, you poor thing,” you coo, running your hand through his hair in a soothing motion that quickly has him melting into your touch. “That’s okay, bunny. You’ll just have to make it up to me later, won’t you?”

His eyes glitter at the prospect of redemption, nodding earnestly. “Yes, yes— I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’ll be a good boy for you.”

He leaves a lingering kiss on your lips, then crushes you in a hug. “Thank you. Can I, um- can I cover it with my jacket, or…?”

“Or? Should I make you parade around the mess you’ve made?” You’re certain you’ll never grow tired of the flustered expression he makes at comments like this, but you rub his shoulders reassuringly. “Don’t worry, you’ve embarrassed yourself enough for now, at least. Use your jacket if you want, but I’m pretty sure the cashier will still notice the bite mark on my neck that wasn’t there before…”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry—”

“Don’t be. I like showing it off.”

He trails after you like a lost puppy, but you don’t miss the way he swallows thickly at the showing off comment. You’ll just have to show him off more, you think, and by the time you finish the transaction – Soobin avoiding the cashier’s gaze at every opportunity – and are back in the car, you can’t tell whether Soobin’s more worked up or if you are.

As soon as you open the door to your apartment, Soobin is already ushering you through it, then caging you against it as it shuts behind you. You almost drop your bag of goods at the way he kisses you, deep and fervent, like he needs it. Maybe he does, you think to yourself, smirking against his lips – those soft, plump lips, you could kiss them forever if he’d let you (which you know he would in a heartbeat if you just asked him nicely) – considering you hadn’t turned off the toy in him since he came, only lowering the setting a level.

He’s not usually needy like this. Needy, definitely, but usually far more restrained – looking at you with those pleading eyes, subtly trying to shift you to where he wants you, whining a little, but rarely straight up taking what he wants, shoving you up against a door and kissing you breathless. Not that you mind. In fact, you’re keen to see just howneedy you can get him by the time you’re done with him.

You indulge him this time. Letting his hands roam freely over your body, letting him slip his tongue in your mouth, letting him peel your clothes off in a hurry, but part of him must know it’s not going to be that easy. He doesn’t try do any more than that, clearly waiting for you to give the next direction, but you don’t. You kiss him back just as eagerly until he finally pulls his head back just to scan your features, figure out what you want from him. Then it clicks.

“I want to try it now,” he urges, carefully taking the handles of the bag from your hands. “I can’t wait. Please?”

“So impatient, Soobinnie,” you giggle, tapping his nose. “So excited about your new toy, too. Don’t you want to know what I bought for you?”

He nods so quickly you’re surprised it doesn’t make him dizzy. “That’s what I mean. I want to try it now. Whatever it is, I just—” his voice drops into a husky whisper, “I want you. I want you to have your way with me.”

Fuck. Making him use his words was meant to embarrass him further, making him tell you all the dirty things he thinks, but you didn’t think it’d end up making you weak in the knees. You don’t think he even realises what talking like that does to you, his one-track mind simply trying to obey, to please you.

“What a good boy you’re being for me.” You smile at him, taking out the bag within the bag, shoving it into his hands and taking the other. “Go and put that on, and I’ll get the strap ready. Okay?”

You can almost hear his internal monologue out loud – oh my god, is this finally happening? – before he nods quickly and hurries off to the bathroom.

By the time he comes to your room, you’re already in a silk robe with your strap-on ready with the new toy, the previous one you usually use on hand to work him up to it; but it nearly falls out of your hands this time as soon as you see him walk into view.

The bunny ears were clearly straightened after being crumpled into the original packaging – you grin at the image of Soobin in the bathroom mirror trying to fix them, trying to look pretty for you, not that he really needed to try – the black leotard and sheer tights hugging him in all the right places, the collar with a slightly lopsided bowtie snug against his neck, and Soobin himself looking both the shyest and most excited you’ve ever seen him.

“Wow,” you breathe out, eyes boldly roaming across his form from head to toe, “You look so sexy for me, bun. How do you like it?”

Soobin’s eyes drop to the floor, pulling his lip between his teeth. “It’s… really embarrassing. But I like it,” he adds quietly, looking over his shoulder to see if any of your other boyfriends are out and about. “I keep thinking the others are home and that they’ll see me. My heart’s pounding right now…”

“The others are home,” you inform him promptly, “I believe they’re all in their rooms. Why, do you want them to see you?”

“I-I—” He swallows thickly. “They’ll probably make fun of me. Especially Beomgyu.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, bun. Do you want them to see you?”

His eyes widen, realising he’s been caught, playing with his hands again. “…K-Kind of.”

“It’s a yes or no question, baby.”

“Y-Yes. I… I want them to see me like this. I want to show them… that I’m… their little bunny.”

He slowly brings his hands to his face again as he speaks, but you get up and pull them away from him, forcing him to look at you. Keeping your grip on his wrists, you pull him over to where your box of toys was kept, pulling out a black leather leash and clipping it on right behind his bowtie. You study his face for his reaction, but he bites back an excited smile.

Smiling back at him, you give the leash a sharp tug, and he inhales sharply, eyes closing for that moment before meeting yours in a dark, half-lidded gaze. He likes it.

“Good bunny.”

Strutting past him and tugging him along by the leash, you grab the lube with your other hand, then pull him with you to the living room. He nearly trips over his own feet when he finds Huening Kai and Beomgyu on the couch, the former doing a double take as soon as Soobin walked in.

They had been filled in on Soobin’s newly discovered kink earlier, you having texted it to them while you were grabbing his outfit at the adult store, but neither of them seemed to have expected it so soon, caught off guard while just scrolling on their phones.

“You boys busy?” You ask them sweetly, twirling the line around your wrist to pull Soobin closer as he tried to hide his giant frame behind you, shyly peeking over your shoulder. Giving the collar a firmer tug, you pulled him down to your height, kissed his cheek, then maneuvered him in front of you to show off. “Our baby bunny wants to play. Doesn’t he look cute?”

Beomgyu is the first to stop staring in awed silence, shoving his phone in his pocket, a sly smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Wow… I didn’t expect you to like dressing up for this kind of thing, Soobinnie. Is there a tail too?”

Soobin doesn’t protest as you use the finger hooked under the collar to spin him around, showing off the little puff of white. Beomgyu seems ecstatic at this, going straight to smack the taller man’s ass, laughing as his whole body tenses up in surprise, making a tiny sound that has him blushing even harder when he meets Beomgyu’s eyes over his shoulder.

“I like it. I just never knew our Soobinnie was into being our pet… if I knew, I would’ve put that leash on him sooner. Would you have let me? Or is this a ____-only privilege, huh?”

“I-I’d let you,” Soobin stammered, unable to meet his eyes. His words seem forced out, not like he doesn’t mean them, but like it’s taking all of his willpower to commit to saying them aloud. “I-If you wanted. All of you.”

Beomgyu snickers, spanking him again. “Wow, so you’re just that desperate? You want all of us to own you, drag you around by the throat, treat you like a silly little rabbit? Embarrass you more because it gets your dick hard? How dirty.”

Beomgyu is really good at embarrassing Soobin, you think. He always has been, but now that he knows it turns him on, you figure that’s only going to increase tenfold. You know it definitely will on your end, at least, and you wonder if he will get used to the teasing or keep getting as flustered as he is right now. Then again, after years of dating him, he still gets flustered when we call him bunny sometimes.

The youngest seemed at a loss for words, simply staring open-mouthed at the sight in front of him, not-so-subtly adjusting his pants, to which you smiled softly at him.

“You’re allowed to touch yourself, Hyuka. You can touch our little bunny too if you want, but for now I mostly just want you to watch. Do you two mind getting Taehyun and Yeonjun?”

The two are quick to nod and split towards the remaining boys’ rooms, leaving you and Soobin alone in the living room. You clear the coffee table, figuring Soobin wouldn’t mind the discomfort if it meant the perfect place for the rest of your boyfriends to sit around him and watch him fall apart for you.

“Hands and knees, bunny,” you order him, running a hand along his spine as he bent over for you. He looked over his shoulder at you, eyes wide with anticipation, biting his lip again as he pulled the leotard to the side, then realising a problem.

“The… tights…”

“Easily fixed,” you hum, bringing your face down to his ass and pulling at the thin material, then ripping a hole in it with your teeth. He keened into your touch, a silent request for more, which you decide to indulge. Cracking open the cherry-flavoured lube, you squeeze a generous amount onto his hole, slightly stretched from the love egg in it earlier, but still with a long way to go.

Your boyfriends enter the room again to the sight of you holding Soobin’s leotard aside, eagerly lapping at his asshole, grabbing and squeezing at his cheeks through the ripped tights.

“Woah,” Yeonjun exhales, gaping at you both in disbelief, sitting down on the couch without peeling his eyes away. “Is it my birthday already or something?”

Taehyun’s eyes immediately darken, strolling over to get a better look at Soobin in the playboy bunny costume, circling him almost menacingly before sitting down with a satisfied grin. “Are you embarrassed right now, Soobin?”

Soobin whimpers, shutting his eyes as if that’d help him not notice all the hungry eyes on him – but he didn’t want to block them out, not really. Not when they set off every nerve ending in his body and made his dick twitch under the tight material of the leotard, clenching around your tongue with a shaky “N-Not there— that’s so d-dirty— ah—!” that has you only pushing deeper into him.

“Hey,” Taehyun snaps, leaning forward to grab Soobin’s chin to look at him. “I asked you a question. Are you embarrassed right now, Soobin?”

“Y-Yes,” Soobin gasps out, avoiding eye contact but pushing back onto your mouth, “I feel like a t-toy on display but- but- nngh— I—"

I like it. He didn’t need to finish that sentence for you all to know exactly what he meant. He sighs again when you finally pull away, dropping to his elbows on the hard surface of the coffee table, but the coolness of it is a refreshing contrast to the heat beneath his skin.

“Why are you whining, baby? Don’t you want to be stuffed to the brim with the massive cock you picked out today?” You tease, making his eyes drop down to the toy firmly secured onto your harness, licking his lips and swallowing. “That’s what I thought. But we need to work you up to it, don’t we? So, who’s going to volunteer…?”

Hyuka and Taehyun stand up at the same time, almost tripping over each other’s feet. Their eagerness is endearing; when Hyuka takes a step in front of him, Taehyun simply shoves him back toward the couch with that cheeky grin you’ve grown to love.

“Now, now, boys, patience is a virtue. You both can have your turn; after all, we’ll need to stretch him out nice and wide for my cock,” you purr, relishing the way Soobin shivers at your words alone.

“Oh, I’ll stretch him out alright.”

Taehyun doesn’t waste any time, shoving two fingers into Soobin’s mouth and commanding for him to suck. Soobin, ever the good boy, obeys without question, sloppily swirling his tongue around them and taking them further into his mouth until he seems satisfied.

“Just remember who’s in charge tonight, Taehyun,” you warn him, levelling him with a steely look that tells him not to get ahead of himself. “This is Soobin and I’s scene, I don’t want any trying to take over from you. Or any of you – looking at you, Beomgyu.”

“When have I ever done that?” Beomgyu replies in a sing-song voice that honestly answers his own question, unable to resist a cheeky smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll be good just this once. Only cause I wanna see you wreck Soobinnie’s cute little asshole.”

You’re quite pleased with that – yes, that will do just swimmingly – and settle yourself on the couch chair to the side of the coffee table, the perfect view to see your boyfriends’ faces from the front. Soobin shrinks under the intensity of everyone’s gazes, but when you slowly pull on his leash again and hold it there, he seems to hold himself a little higher; almost as if the reminder that he’s yours tonight gives him more confidence.

“More, more please,” Soobin pleads, face shoved into his arm as Taehyun slips a third finger into him, “Just give me your cock, I’m ready.”

“You’re quivering,” Taehyun deadpans, giving his ass a resounding smack. “Well, I was trying to be gentle, but if you’re going to be so needy…”

With one hand hastily undoing his pants to take his cock out, the other creeps forward to wrap around Soobin’s neck – only for you to yank him out of reach with a firm tug on the leash.

“What did I just say, Taehyun?”

Taehyun tongues at the inside of his cheek, biting back any attitude. He isn’t above trying to give you a run for your money when it comes to being in charge, but he knows his place as a participating audience member this time rather than another dom. He sighs, smoothing his hands over Soobin’s body and playfully flicking the little tail. “Fine.”

You all pay rapt attention as Taehyun ever-so-slowly pushes himself into Soobin, hissing sharply at the tightness while Soobin lets out a breathy moan, already bucking his hips back onto him, completely unprompted. Your little escapade at the adult store must have worked him up more than you thought – good. You press your thighs together in anticipation, already letting your mind get ahead of yourself in all the ways you can drag it out even more.

“What a slutty little bunny,” Yeonjun drawls, snapping you out of your reverie, “Already fucking himself back on Taehyunie’s cock before he even has a chance to move.”

“Ngh— you g-guys are so mean,” Soobin whines, giving Yeonjun a half-hearted glare that looks far cuter than it does threatening considering he’s wearing bunny ears with Taehyun balls-deep inside him. “I’ve been— ah- t-teased all day— oh fuck ngh-! C-Came in my pants in the sex shop— fuck, Taehyun!”

“You came in your pants in the sex shop?” Beomgyu echoes, cracking into mocking laughter, “Aww, our little bunny made a mess of his pants in public? Did anyone else see you with cum all over your pants?”

“S-Stop,” Soobin mumbles, but the boys are relentless, all leaning forward on the edge of their seats to get a better look at his body trembling with each snap of Taehyun’s hips.

He groans, low and throaty, slowing his thrusts to give the rest of you a clearer view of Soobin’s hole hugging his cock. “He says stop but he’s clenching so tight around me right now… could it be… our Soobinnie likesbeing talked to like that?”

“N-No!”

“Then what’s your colour?” Hyuka chimes in, trying to seem gentle and sweet like Soobin always is with him – but his excitement comes off him in waves, and he can’t quite bite back his giggly smile enough.

A strangled moan falls from Soobin’s lips when he realises he’s been backed into a corner; he can’t lie, not about this. Not that he wantedto lie in the first place, he always wants to be honest, always wants to please - but with the accusatory teasing he couldn’t help but deny it on reflex.

You tug on his leash again. “Answer when we ask you a question, bun.”

“G-Green,” he mutters at last, confirming what you and the others already knew, and you could practically feel the red-hot shame rushing through him and straight to his dick. “D-Don’t look at me like th-that— I just— ah, please!”

“What are you pleading for, bunny? Use your words.”

It’s a twisted request and you know it. He’d been so riled up from all the foreplay that he was already a desperate mess and talking was made even more difficult with the way Taehyun was mercilessly pounding into him from behind.

“M-More, please, I-I want more, f-fuuuck…”

His eyes roll back into his head as Taehyun angles his hips just right, giving his ass another couple of firm smacks. “Greedy bunny. Is my cock not enough for you? Come on then, Hyuka.”

Hyuka jolts in his seat, flushing under all the eyes now on him where he’d been timidly stroking himself over his sweatpants in contrast to Beomgyu and Yeonjun, who were shamelessly jerking themselves off next to him. “O-Okay— How do I…?”

Taehyun finally slows down to a stop, Soobin making a disappointed noise of protest until you’re manhandling him up with the leash again, back pressed to Taehyun’s chest.

“Lay down on the table,” you instruct, and Hyuka is just about as eager to please as Soobin is. “Take your clothes off. Actually,” you pause, a malicious idea forming in your mind, “Soobin, you do it. With your teeth, hands behind your back. Taehyunnie, keep fucking him.”

Both Hyuka and Soobin end up matching shades of jasper, the younger holding his breath subconsciously in anticipation. Soobin falls forward onto Hyuka’s chest at the resume of Taehyun’s powerful strokes, his cute little “Oof!” making you, Yeonjun and Beomgyu giggle at him, endeared. He ends up nuzzling Hyuka’s stomach, sliding his shirt up a little before grabbing it with his teeth, and Hyuka seems to only just remember how to breathe. He leans up to let Soobin peel back the fabric easier, but with one particularly rough thrust from behind, he falls forward again, instinctively bracing his fall with both hands on either side of the man beneath him.

He freezes, limbs locking up as it sinks in what he just did.

“What did I just say, Soobinnie?” You scold him coldly, pulling on the cord until he’s merely inches away from Hyuka’s face, who’s frozen still, heart beating out of his chest.

“Y-You said h-hands behind my back,” he breathes out, but he isn’t looking at you. His eyes are fixated on Hyuka’s mouth right in front of him, while the smaller boy is so overwhelmed and turned on his vision trembles. Tentatively leaning forward, he plants a light kiss on his lips, and Hyuka responds in kind – cupping the back of his neck and kissing him back with unbridled enthusiasm.

You nod at Taehyun, who clicks his tongue and grabs at Soobin’s wrists, pulling them behind him roughly and using his grip on them as leverage to keep pounding him ruthlessly. Soobin doesn’t seem to mind, messily attempting to keep kissing Hyuka, the two of them moaning into each other’s mouths.

Uncrossing your legs, you stand up and grab a fistful of Soobin’s hair, yanking him up to look at you, a thin string of saliva connecting him and Hyuka’s mouths. You only smirk when he lets out a needy whine, eyes struggling to stay open through the onslaught of pleasure from behind. “I gave you an order, bunny. Why are you being so disobedient today, hmm? Do I need to teach you a lesson?”

His eyes shoot open at the implication of punishment, people-pleaser mode going into overdrive as he shakes his head wildly and pulls out of your grip to grab Hyuka’s shirt in his teeth again. He can’t stop his body from quaking, but he doesn’t let then deter him from frantically tugging at the piece of clothing, and with a little subtle help from Hyuka, he manages to get his shirt off.

You don’t know which part of the view is more enticing – the newly exposed skin of Hyuka’s softly defined torso, or Soobin’s hasty attempts to please you with such a humiliating task.

When he leans down to go for his waistband, his teeth scrape against the skin there as he tugs down both his pants and boxers at the same time. Hyuka tries to steady his heavy breathing with little avail as his hard cock is freed from its constraints, leaking precum onto his stomach. Soobin waits for further instruction instead of getting impatient this time, so you smile at him and pet his hair, fixing his slightly crooked bunny ears.

“That’s a good boy.” Grabbing the lube, you squeeze some onto Hyuka’s dick, using your hand to cover him in it, the boy hissing at the cold sensation and bucking his hips up into your fist. “Taehyun, slow down. Let Hyuka in too.”

Soobin shivers, obediently letting you position him as you like. You slip two lube-covered fingers into him alongside Taehyun’s cock, stretching him out as much as you can, then positioning him to sink down onto Hyuka.

All three of them groan at Hyuka’s cock sliding into him. Soobin can’t help but tremble at the feeling of being so full, clenching hard around them both and making Taehyun’s grip around his wrists white knuckled; Hyuka’s head falls back with a muffled whine, lip pulled between his teeth.

“Fuck that’s so hot,” Yeonjun grunts, quick pumps of his hand bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Beomgyu, feeling generous, leans over to take the tip of his cock in his mouth, moving his hands away, and Yeonjun shudders and grabs his hair, pushing him down more. “Fuuuuck, I’m gonna cum— Soobinnie, look at me. Look at what you do to me, being a slutty little bunny for us— oh god, I’m c— I’m cumming—!”

Soobin can’t tear his eyes away, swivelling his hips down needily as Yeonjun cums in Beomgyu’s mouth, who kept sucking and swallowing until he was pushing him away. Beomgyu abruptly crashes his lips to Yeonjun’s, sloppily making out and shoving his own cum back into his mouth, the two groaning at the obscenity of it all. They always liked putting on a show, even as the supposed audience, but you hardly had it in you to complain.

Yeonjun then pulls him into his lap, shifting around the way they were facing so they could still side-eye Soobin and the rest of you while he frantically strokes Beomgyu’s cock in his hand.

“Good, make sure you keep watching him,” you hum, running your nails across his back, “After all, he’s dressed up so pretty for us today, taking two cocks in his little hole like a good boy. Isn’t that right, bunny?”

Soobin nods, pushing himself further down, tears springing to his eyes at the stretch. “O-Oh my go-od…”

“You okay?” Hyuka makes out through gritted teeth, gently cupping Soobin’s face. “Need a moment?”

He nods slowly, and Taehyun releases his wrists to run a hand through his own hair, a thin layer of sweat from his efforts coating his forehead. You know he’s been edging himself this whole time from your commands, and that’s not something he does lightly – when it’s his scene, he’ll manhandle you however he wants and work towards his orgasm himself if he has to, even if it means pinning you down and riding you until he cums. The only way to edge him was to restrain him, or, as you’ve now discovered, rope him into helping your scene with one of the other boys. Ah, the joys of polycules.

“Take your time,” Taehyun murmurs lowly, softly massaging his ass and smirking at how the rip in his tights spread wider.

Everyone waits patiently for him, mean sides dulled down in making sure your favourite little bunny doesn’t get hurt, and soon enough, he starts moving on his own, mouth hanging open and eyes squeezed shut as he fucks himself back onto them.

“Good boy,” you encourage him, nodding at the other two to move. They both grab onto him, Hyuka pressing a kiss to his nose and Taehyun kissing down his back before rolling their hips into him.

Soobin stills, clutching tightly onto Hyuka’s shoulders, then lets out the most harmonious sound – a long, drawn-out moan so erotic that you know would have him beet red if he was reminded of it later. Grinning at that thought, you gesture for one of the boys on the couch to film, and Beomgyu is quick to oblige, slipping his phone out and pointing the camera at the boys on the table.

“Say hi to the camera, bunny,” Beomgyu teases, zooming in on Soobin’s face, then to where Taehyun and Hyuka’s cocks were disappearing into him.

“H-Haaah, hh- ohh please – please touch my cock,” Soobin cries out, blinking up at you with teary eyes, hot with humiliation, then back at the camera, then back at you. “Please, I’ll b-be good…!”

“Be careful what you wish for,” you chuckle darkly, pulling his dick free from the tight leotard and stroking it. His sigh of relief breaks off into a moan, doubling over Hyuka again, but this time he’s prepared to catch him. Hyuka holds him tight and in place as he and Taehyun work in tandem to make his toes curl and vision go fuzzy, and just as he does exactly that, you grin.

“A-Ahh I-I’m gonna cum—!”

“Stop.”

All three boys groan at your command, but listen anyway, a rush flooding through you at the power trip of having them so obedient for you. More tears well up in Soobin’s eyes, spilling down his cheeks - silently, because he wouldn’t dare complain.

Your smile is sickeningly sweet, combing your fingers through Soobin’s hair and fixing his headband again, straightening out the ears. “Good boys. Soobinnie cums only when I give him permission to, not a moment earlier. Got it?”

“P-Please let me cum,” Soobin begs, “Please, I need it so bad, please…”

“I want you to cum around my cock, since you were so kind as to pick it out for me. Or have you changed your mind? Satisfied now that you’re getting fucked by two cocks at once?”

Soobin lets out another broken moan, Beomgyu grinning knowing he caught this one on camera. “N-No, I still want you too, I just— I just really want to cum…!”

“Oh? That’s not what you were saying in the store, telling me to tone it down and now here you are, begging me for more. No bunny, you’re not allowed to cum until you make Hyuka and Taehyunnie cum first.”

That’s all it takes to get Soobin moving again, grinding his hips in circles onto the two of them, and with shaky exhales, they continue where they left off.

Taehyun is brutal, snapping his hips forward hard and fast, grip on his hips tight enough to leave bruises. Usually he would be meaner, wanting to push Soobin further, but after fucking his tight hole for this long, his own desire to cum overpowered that urge. Meanwhile Hyuka, who was trying his best to keep up but overwhelmed by Taehyun’s cock sliding so deliciously against his, digs his nails into Soobin’s back as he fucks him, leaving pretty red lines along his shoulder blades. He wouldn’t usually dare cum first unless he physically couldn’t help it, but knowing that Soobin couldn’t cum until he did had him even more eager.

Soobin is noisier than you’ve ever heard him, but he tries to muffle it by sucking and biting at Hyuka’s neck – you all know he loves the marks you leave behind – but you don’t stand for that. Curling the leash around your fist, you pull again, and the surprised gasp he makes lets you know that he almost forgot he had it on still.

“I want to hear you baby, nice and loud.”

He’s even less coherent after that, his cute, needy little noises filling the air, and the struggle in his eyes only makes it even sweeter; every time he side-eyes Beomgyu’s camera, he bites his lip, clearly embarrassed at how lewd he sounds, then catches himself, torn between his own pride and his desire to obey. The humiliation is so much stronger when you make him do it himself, you realise, rather than relying on you to do all the work – like when you make him say what he wants with his own words, or demand to hear every moan and whimper loud enough for the camera to pick up.

With a growl, Taehyun pulls Soobin out of Hyuka’s grip and flush against his chest, holding him by the hips and sinking his perfect little teeth into his neck. Soobin’s body tenses up, eyes rolling back into his head, and he must’ve clenched so tight as Hyuka and Taehyun both let out a strangled groan of delight.

“Please, please cum for me,” Soobin pants, leaning his head back on Taehyun’s shoulder, “I-I need it, please…”

“Keep begging and I’ll consider it,” he grunts in response, breath quickening as he felt himself slowly drawing closer and closer to his high, “You sound so pretty when you beg, Soobinnie.”

“P-Please!” Soobin is at his wits end, running out of words or coherent thoughts to keep going with. His frantic blubbering quickly becomes incomprehensible beyond cries of please, want you so bad, need to cum, and strings of curses, but the smirk on Taehyun’s face tells you that’s exactly what he wanted to hear.

You yank on the cord again. “Look at me, bun.”

He can barely keep his eyes open, twitching and whimpering in Taehyun’s iron grip, but he tries his damn best, blinking through the tears. You reward him by grabbing his cock again and jerking it quickly, and he ends up somehow flinching away from your touch at the same time as leaning into it.

“T-Too much— ____ please I’m really gonna cum please—”

“Not before your boyfriends do,” you tut, clicking your tongue.

“A-Ah, Taehyun, Hyuka, I’m so, so, so close please, please, please—!”

“M-Me too,” Hyuka whines, and you can see the visible relief of Soobin’s face as he relaxes – as much as one can relax while being pounded by two people and getting his dick stroked all at once – and lets them use his body to get off as they see fit.

Moments later, Hyuka cums with a call of Soobin’s name, deep inside him, biting down hard on his own lip as Taehyun kept fucking his cum back into him. Soobin falls over the edge right after him, back arching and body shuddering, only for you to cruelly pull your hand away from him again, watching it twitch helplessly and spurt cum all over Hyuka’s stomach and chest.

“W-Why…?” He mumbles blearily, barely keeping himself upright after the intensity of his orgasm, looking so absolutely wreckedthat you almost wanted to have mercy on him.

Almost.

“What did I say, baby?”

“I-I—” His words fizzle and die out as Taehyun gave him a particularly harsh thrust from behind, wrapping a veiny hand around his neck over the collar and squeezing lightly. You don’t even bother telling him to back off your scene this time, not anymore; you find you quite like seeing the rest of your boyfriends use him as they please.

“I wasn’t done with you yet, Soobinnie,” Taehyun hums next to his ear. The tears that spring into his eyes at the realisation seem to do it for him, though, as with a few more snaps of his hips, he cums in his ass with a low groan. Beomgyu makes sure to lean forward to catch it all on film as Taehyun slowly pulls Soobin off him and Hyuka, watching both of their cum drip from his hole and land on Hyuka’s twitching cock beneath him.

“Don’t let any more of that cum fall out, bun,” you instruct, giggling as he tries his best to hold it in but he’s been fucked so brutally it keeps spilling out. “Yeonjun, be a darling and go get a plug for him, will you?”

Yeonjun is quick to peel Beomgyu off his lap and get up, rushing over to his room to get one, while you gently pat Soobin’s hair and brush it out of his face to kiss his forehead.

“How are we doing, bunny? Colour?”

Soobin is barely there, but he offers you a weak yet genuine smile. “…Green.”

“Good boy.” You reward him with a soft kiss to his lips, a small reminder that you still love him under the mean exterior, then pull away to gesture at the mess of Hyuka he made beneath him. “Look at the mess you’ve made… without permission too. You were just that desperate, hmm?”

“Make him lick it off him,” Beomgyu pipes up, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other still holding the camera. “I wanna see him with cum all over his mouth like a dirty little slut.”

You stroll over to sit next to Beomgyu on the couch, batting his hand away so you could do it yourself. He shudders slightly, fucking into your fist eagerly. “I like the way you think, Gyu. Go on then, bunny, don’t miss a drop.”

He doesn’t have anything left in him to protest or even process his embarrassment anymore, simply listening without question and leaning down to start licking his own cum off Hyuka’s skin like it was his job to do so.

“F-Fuck,” Hyuka hisses, abs tensing up at Soobin’s mouth on him, “That’s so… god, that’s so hot. You’re incredible, Soobin.”

“Don’t forget to clean me up too,” Taehyun cuts in, a hand on Soobin’s head guiding him towards his cock, “You’re doing so well for us.”

Soobin smiles through his blush, the praise affecting him almost as much as all the degradation did, dutifully sucking Taehyun to near overstimulation before finishing up the mess he left on Hyuka. Yeonjun returns moments later, plug in hand, using it to wipe up the cum dribbling down his thighs before securing it in his ass, a pretty purple jewel on the end.

“Please tell me I can use him next.”

He feels like a goddamn doll being talked about like this, right in front of him no less – but he loves it, smiling dreamily with cum coating his lips and tongue.

“You and Beomgyu can use his mouth while I have my way with him. Come on bun, you’re gonna want to be on a bed for this one.”

First, he proudly presents to you the cum he had gathered, sticking his tongue out and blinking up at you with those big doe eyes. Unable to resist, you lean down and lick it right off his tongue, connecting your lips in the sloppiest of kisses, moaning appreciatively into his pretty mouth. When you pull apart, a thin line of spit and cum hangs from each of your lips, and you can hear the shutter sound of Beomgyu pressing the screenshot button while he records.

“See? I knew you could be a good bunny for me.”

Your words of affirmation have him glowing, smiling happily as he gets to his feet – albeit a little wobbly and leaning on Taehyun for support – and trails after you to the bedroom, leash in hand still.

He gets on the bed without needing any prompting from you, obediently sitting on his knees with his hands in his lap. You carefully work him out of the playboy bunny leotard, but leaving the collar, the tights, and the bunny ears on.

“Awh,” Beomgyu comments half-heartedly, “I liked the little tail on him.”

“We’ll get a bunny tail plug for him one of these days,” you decide, “But for now, not much else will be fitting in there along with me.”

Soobin watches, brimming with curiosity, as you go straight for your toy drawer again, this time pulling out a surprisingly small, remote-controlled vibe, followed by skin-safe tape.

His breath catches in his throat once he puts two and two together, gulping as you attach it to the head of his dick then toss Yeonjun the remote. Yeonjun snickers, immediately turning it up all the way, and Soobin jolts, grabbing at the nearest surface for purchase – that surface being you – and digging his nails in.

“____, a-ah I’m— I need you so ba-ad,” he chokes out, unable to keep still under the vibrations on his already sensitive cockhead so soon after cumming. He looks like he’s about to cry again, but he looks so damn cutewith puffy eyes, glassy with tears, so you simply kiss his brow and gently push him back onto the bed.

“And you have me,” you hum simply, grabbing the lube and lathering your strap with it as the rest of your boyfriends settle themselves on the bed and on chairs next to the bed, Beomgyu abandoning his phone recording in favour of taking his clothes off and situating himself next to Soobin on the bed. He doesn’t ask, but he doesn’t need to; Soobin automatically reaches out to him, big hands wrapping around his cock, then Yeonjun’s.

Pulling out the plug, you make him suck it clean while you press the tip of your cock to his twitching hole, shivering at the combination of the cold sensation and the toy abusing his dick.

“Turn it down a bit, Yeonjun,” you tell him calmly, “As much as I love to see our baby bunny writhe for me, he needs to be able to take me first.”

“Fiiine,” Yeonjun reluctantly agrees, turning it off, and Soobin instantly relaxes, feeling like he can finally breathe again.

All up until you push the end of the massive toy into him, and his eyes fly open, then quickly roll back into his head as more of its length makes its way inside him.

“More,” he pants, aggressively jerking the two boys in his hands and leaning his hips toward you, “I can- I can t-take it, ooh fuck…”

You take your time, slowly and steadily pushing into him and stretching out his already gaping hole even wider, then still yourself so he can catch his breath. He gratefully inhales more air into his lungs until he relaxes, smiling hazily up at you. He’s on cloud fucking nine, and it’s one of your absolute favourite looks on him. “Ah, it’s so big…”

“Bunny, it’s not even halfway in yet.”

He swears he almost cums in that moment, hissing between gritted teeth, his cock twitching as it lies flat on his stomach. “Fuuuck… more, please.”

“Are you sure you don’t need a moment—”

“More, please.”

“Let’s not rush, bun,” you tut softly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

His hands quicken their pace around your boyfriends, brows furrowing as he clenches around what little of the strap you’ve given him. “Ngh… sorry… I just really want you to fuck me…!”

You brush off the way his words send heat flooding down south and pour more lube onto the toy before pushing in a little more, thrusting in and out lightly, thoroughly impressed at how much he was able to take. “Who knew we had such a greedy cockslut among us, hmm? You just love being stuffed to the absolute brim.”

“M-More.”

When you don’t move fast enough for him, he grabs at your hips and hooks his legs around yours, shoving himself all the way down onto the toy with a guttural moan, eyes squeezed shut and back arching off the bed.

“Careful, bun!” You chastise him, laughing breathlessly at his enthusiasm and gently massaging at his thighs, “You can get hurt like that.”

“S-Sorry,” he grunts, barely cracking open his eyes to meet yours with that beautifully dazed grin of his. “I can’t help it, it just… it feels so good.”

Shivers go down your spine at his low, husky confession, and after hours of teasing him, even you’ve reached your limit.

You want to completely ruin him.

Pulling hard on the leash with one hand and scraping your nails along his abdominal muscles with the other, you finally, finallystart fucking him. His head flies back into the pillows, a broken gasp leaving his throat as his whole body is wracked by the pleasure between his legs, and that’s when Yeonjun decides to switch the bullet on his dick back on again.

“F-Fuck— oh my god!” He nearly screams out your name, tears springing to his eyes once more. Yeonjun and Beomgyu guide his hands towards them, and Soobin attempts to be a good boy and get them off, but his pace is inconsistent and erratic from the force of you giving it to him. He doesn’t even try and bite back his sounds this time, way too far gone; he chants your name like a prayer, or a curse – it’s too much and not enough all at once, and any solid thoughts he had in his head are replaced with simply you.

You, towering over him and making him feel so small and helpless despite him being the tallest in the room, you, with a pussy but having a bigger dick than all of them, you, seeping under his skin and filling all his senses until he feels like he can’t breathe. He’ll gladly drown in you, he thinks, each shift of you inside him and stretching him out sending him further under.

“Oh fuck ____ n-not there, don’t— stop— ah!”

They’re empty words and you both know it – he doesn’t even know if he’s saying don’t and stop or don’t stop anymore – so you keep thrusting into him hard enough to make his body shake; even though he already couldn’t stop quivering at the overstimulation of his dick, thrashing around wildly on the bed and bending his bunny ears out of shape against the pillows.

“Where, here?” You tease, angling your hips to hit the same spot that had him seizing, mouth hanging open and crying out your name over and over. “What was that, you wanted me to… stop?”

You slow down to a standstill, and Soobin whines brokenly, pitifully pushing himself back onto you. “N-No, I didn’t— I didn’t mean—”

He’s crying again, with Yeonjun and Beomgyu jerking each other off again while fighting over the remote, turning it up and down repeatedly and not giving Soobin a chance to breathe.

“Aww,” Yeonjun coos, leaning down to kiss the tears off his cheeks, “Our cute little Soobinnie. What’s your colour?”

“Green, the g-greenest of greens— please, please keep going, I’ll be a good boy, I p-promise— ah-ah, fuck! T-Too much, too mu- a-ah!”

Beomgyu giggles, a hand wrapped around Soobin’s weeping cock and rubbing his thumb into the tip while the vibrator buzzed away still, overwhelming him so much it hurt – but he didn’t want it to stop. He can’t stop crying, sobbing and hiccupping in a way he thinks is unflattering, but the effect it has on the rest of you implies quite the opposite.

“I thought you wanted us to keep going. Now it’s too much?” Beomgyu points out his contradiction with faux confusion, laughing cruelly at how much Soobin struggles. It only serves to embarrass him even more, but it’s almost as if he can’t control his words; like they all come tumbling out before he can stop them.

“P-Please,” he whines again, broken and running out of things to say that wouldn’t dig him deeper into a hole. “Please!”

“What are you begging for, Soobinnie?” You press, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head; with a single nod to Yeonjun he knows what to do, digging through your drawers until he finds some pretty pink silk ties, getting to work tying Soobin’s wrists to the headboard while he frantically blinks away his tears and tries to get words out through his sobs.

“Y-You, please, w-want you— f-fuck I’m— o-oh my g-god, I’m gonna cum again—!”

“Again?” Yeonjun seems genuinely impressed, pushing you back to see Soobin’s cock jumping in Beomgyu’s grasp, only to spill cum all over himself with a shaky moan. He cums hard enough to get some all the way on his collarbones and chest, Yeonjun diving down to lick it up and circle his tongue around Soobin’s nipple, then graze his teeth against it.

“Fu-uuuck!”

You’ve definitely never heard Soobin so loud and so utterly wrecked,but it’s a beautiful sound. You decide to take that as a cue to start fucking the giant toy back into his ass, Taehyun and Hyuka’s cum from earlier spilling out onto the sheets and making them both groan from the sidelines. Soobin writhes in his restraints, but Yeonjun is a practiced rigger, so the knots don’t give, only serving to make the lean muscle in his arms flex and give everyone a brilliant view.

“Such pretty noises,” Yeonjun hums, “Can you make them with my cock stuffed in your mouth, hm?”

Soobin obediently opens his mouth, but Beomgyu grabs him by the hair and nudges him towards his cock instead.

“I sucked you off earlier, it’s my turn,” he growls, shoving his dick as far down Soobin’s throat as he lets him. “Fuuuck, so wet and warm…”

“Wow,” Yeonjun huffs at the audacity, but only ends up grabbing Beomgyu by the chin and crashing their lips together, heatedly making out in an angry way that was not unfamiliar to them both. Taking Beomgyu’s wrist that wasn’t occupied holding Soobin’s head down on his cock, he guided him to jack him off next to Soobin’s face, who kept moaning around Beomgyu enough to make him shiver.

“Look at you, bunny… all stretched out nice and wide for me, both your holes stuffed with cock… isn’t he pretty?” You turn to Taehyun and Hyuka, the latter of which was sitting in his lap, grinding on each other languidly with their eyes locked on the scene in front of them.

“S-So pretty,” Hyuka chokes out, the simple grinding getting him all worked up while the sensitivity from his earlier orgasm still lingered. “Ah, our Soobinnie… he’s taking you so w-well.”

Taehyun chuckles, pulling Hyuka’s hips against him and making him whine. “He’s a total mess for us. Look at him, cum in his ass, on his chest, in his mouth soon enough… and always begging for more. He’s our insatiable little bunny, isn’t he? He just loves it when we ruin him like this.”

Soobin is too caught up in it to act embarrassed now; the twinge of humiliation still makes his dick twitch, but he just nods dutifully, mouth still full of Beomgyu’s dick, accepting it with a twisted sense of pride.

Grabbing his long legs, you hook them over your shoulders and push them closer to his chest, grinning at the muffled cry from around Beomgyu, fucking him at a new angle, the impressively big toy only hitting even deeper. He puts up the peace sign where his wrists are tied, a sign familiar with all of you, so Beomgyu lets go of his hair and lets him take in greedy gasps of air, babbling something incomprehensible as he feels fuller than he ever thought he could.

“Feel it… s-so deep, ah!” He moans your name again, craning his neck to see where your hips met. You press a hand on his cum-covered stomach, where your cock was battering his prostate repeatedly, and the mangled cry he lets out is music to your ears.

“Gonna cum for me one more time, bun?” You ask, leaning down to kiss and lick and bite along his chest, wanting him not just to feel your touch on him the next morning, but also see it every time he looks in the mirror.

“C-Can’t, too much,” Soobin whimpers, his voice whiny and high-pitched and so damn cute you almost can’t stand it. “B-But I— I wanna be a g-good bunny for yoooou… ahh, ngh—!”

“You’re the best bunny for us,” you remind him gently, leaving a vaguely heart-shaped hickey right above his collarbone. “You sure you don’t have one more for us, mm? Come on, just one.”

He feels like his brain has liquified and spilled out his ears, nodding in a daze, drunk on you. He doesn’t even flinch when Yeonjun cums on his face, or when you bring your hand to his lips to clean his own essence off it, or when Beomgyu follows through not long after and adds his cum to the filthy mix of sweat and cum and spit on Soobin’s torso.

One of them turns up the vibrator strapped to his cock again, but Soobin’s voice has grown hoarse, instead just letting out hiccup-y sobs and whines as his climax creeps up on him for the fourth time that night. At this point, his own name sounds more foreign to him than yours, and with one final, violent shudder and noisy whimper, his high seizes him again.

His dick twitches, weakly leaking the little cum he had left down the shaft, and Yeonjun turns off the vibrator as you slow down and start pulling out, Soobin barely able to keep his eyes open.

Covered in cum, hickeys, tears, and on a leash still, bunny ears crooked from all his thrashing and tights ripped and stained, he looks absolutely glorious in the most sinful of ways; so much so you decide to grab the nearest phone and take a few photos while he caught his breath, panting like he just ran a marathon.

“Don’t… Don’t you wanna get off, too?”

Those are the first words Soobin manages to get out after all that huffing and puffing. You smile, softly this time – without the dark undertone to it that it had for most of the day. “You’re on the brink of consciousness right now, bunny. It’s okay. One of the others can take care of me, okay?”

He nods brainlessly, so deep in subspace that he’s inclined to agree with anything you say. You kiss him tenderly, then look around at the others. “Hyuka, go get a bath running – as pretty as he looks like this, it won’t be as fun if it dries. Taehyun, you’ll be able to carry him there, right? I don’t think he’ll be able to walk well. And maybe get to changing these sheets after. Yeonjun, grab some water for him and maybe something to eat – whether you order takeout or cook or make instant ramen, up to you. Beomgyu—”

“I’ll take care of you,” he interrupts as the others start on the tasks you’ve assigned them.

“Wh—"

He doesn’t give you any room to protest, crawling over to you and kissing you slowly, working the straps of your harness off and setting it aside. He’s a stupidly good kisser, effectively taking your breath away and making you melt into his touch.

“What happened to not taking over other people’s scenes, Gyu?” You exhale breathlessly once you pull apart, resting your foreheads together. He chuckles, pecking your lips affectionately. The gesture is so intimate and gentle it almost catches you off guard – you lean in for more, but he pulls back with a little grin to tease you just that little bit more.

“Don’t be bratty, we both know your scene is over. You’re all wound up from all that, let me make you feel good while they take care of Soobin, okay?”

You don’t have anything clever to say to that, relaxing as you step down and relinquish your control to him. He seems a lot calmer as well, no longer trying to be mean or a tease, reverently kissing down your body and splaying you out on the bed once Taehyun takes Soobin away.

I’m plenty wet already, you can hurry up now, you want to say, but the words die on your tongue as Beomgyu continues worshipping your body like it’s a divine gift. It’s so tender, so nice, so you can’t complain, even when you’re aching for him, your body begging for its release.

Once he leaves enough love bites on your skin to satisfy him, he brings his face in front of your cunt and waits no longer, diving right in. He licks up every drop of you he can get on his tongue, moaning into you appreciatively and sucking at your clit hard enough to make your thighs clamp around his head on instinct. His long hair is perfect for pulling, so you do exactly that, tangling your hand in it and tugging him impossibly closer, earning you a baritone growl from the back of his throat that has you trembling.

“B-Beomgyu—"

Your breath quickly leaves your lungs when he adds his fingers as well, pushing and curling in all the right places; it’s almost embarrassing how well he knows you by now, playing your body like a finely tuned instrument, your gasps of his name his favourite song.

You’re so keyed up from teasing Soobin all day that your high approaches you fast enough to catch you off guard, suddenly hitting you all at once and flooding through your entire body; Beomgyu coaxes you through it, letting you grind on his tongue and getting his face covered in your wetness, continuing until you were physically pushing him away and cringing at the overstimulation.

“Can’t handle what you dish out, hmm?” Beomgyu can’t help but comment cockily, laughing at your unamused glare at him. “Sorry, sorry, I’ll be nice. Do you want to cum again? I could do this all day, you know.”

“I know you can… alright, one more time. A-Ah—!”

By the time Beomgyu is done with you, Soobin is all washed up and being carried and tucked into bed, with the promise of being woken up when dinner arrives. In the bathroom, Hyuka is already running a new bath with clean water for you, beaming invitingly.

“Wanna wash up with me?”

You nod gratefully, climbing into the tub with him and letting it fill up slowly, the warm water doing wonders to soothe your tired muscles. You express your gratitude by helping him scrub down, and he repays the favour in kind, softly humming a serene tune.

“You know, just because you were in charge n’ all doesn’t mean you can’t get aftercare too,” Hyuka reminds you, kissing your cheek.

Yeonjun pokes his head in the doorway at that, giving you that cutely scrunched up grin he always does. “Did someone say a dominant who needs aftercare?”

“Mhm…”

He takes that as his cue to come inside, shedding his remaining articles of clothing and joining you and Hyuka in the tub, the water overflowing and getting all over the bathroom floor. Your legs are all cramped, especially their tall and gangly frames, but none of you seem to care. Yeonjun pulls your back to his chest, reverently kissing along your shoulder and idly running his hands across you and Hyuka’s bodies, who tenderly washes you and Yeonjun’s hair. It’s nice, you think. Real nice. The kind of nice that reminds you of everything good in the world.

“You two look like cats,” Hyuka giggles, scratching softly at your scalps as he massages the shampoo through it and gazing at you ever so fondly as the two of you deflate into smiley idiots under his affectionate touch. “It’s cute.”

“You’re cute,” you mumble back as if it was some kind of insult, but that only serves to make him giggle even more.

Yeonjun catches onto the giggles too, but quickly collects himself before he gets carried away. “You’re both cuties. Let me wash your hair too, Hyuka.”

Caught between them, you don’t mind lazily worshipping Hyuka’s body with your mouth while Yeonjun leans over you to wash his hair, happy to be caught between the two bodies of warmth and feeling safe and loved caged between them.

“Maybe next time, you should be our pet, ____,” Yeonjun suggests cheekily, nipping at your ear. “Tell me that doesn’t sound appealing, eh? Having all of us have our turns with you?”

“Mm, that does sound nice,” you murmur, almost salivating at the thought. As much as you like bossing them around, the thought of swapping places with Soobin had you all sorts of curious. “You’d all take care of me?”

“We’re taking care of you right now, aren’t we?” Hyuka chimes in, gently massaging the tension from your shoulders. “Although I think the others will be keen on ruining you too.”

“I do like it when you can take as much as you dish out,” Yeonjun comments, rinsing your hair and laughing at you blubbering at the water. It’s a little embarrassing, but with the way Yeonjun looks down at you and smiles, you think you’re starting to see why Soobin likes it so much. “And I know you can take that and more. Right?”

“Is that a challenge?” You scoff, shifting around to face him and give him a playful smirk, to which he just bops you on the nose.

“There’s that spark. I see you’ve come back to Earth now! Come on, let’s get out before we go all pruny.”

Drying each other is full of just as many giggles and kisses as bathing each other was, and Yeonjun ends up tucking you and Hyuka into bed with Soobin as he waits on the takeout, you and Hyuka curling around Soobin from either side and peppering him with kisses.

“You did so well for us today, Soobinnie, you were such a good bunny,” you hum softly, his eyes fluttering as he struggles to keep himself awake. “Don’t worry. You can nap now until the food gets here.”

Soobin nods drowsily, snuggling closer and tucking you under his chin, Hyuka clinging to his back.

“I love you,” he mumbles faintly against the crown of your head. “All of you.”

You kiss his sternum and hear Hyuka do the same to the back of his neck before you both reply in unison,

“We love you too.”

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I’m so sorry about all the OT5 stans in your inbox, but would be be able to pick up on the G Dragon instagram likes ask please? I feel super confused by why he’s liking Seungri and Nyongtory posts this shit is tormenting me

Hey anon, sorry you're feeling tormented by this. Don't be, okay? Don't let the warped perspective of those weirdos get to you.

Disclaimer: I haven't seen everything GD is liking on IG because, unlike some people, I don't feel the need to track his every step on social media just to sell a story of him being ride or die for a shameless liar, selfish prick, and now convicted sex offender who quit the band over three years ago. But I have seen some things, and heard whisperings of others. And the day you sent me your initial ask about this, I ventured over to the swampy side of VIP Twitter to investigate... and here are my observations.

First, my advice to you and everyone else in this clusterfuck of a fandom is to always exercise extreme skepticism when faced with claims by supporters of Seungri and deniers of reality known as OT5. They've spent the last three and a half years proving themselves consistently and passionately wrong about everything Seungri and BB, insisting on his innocence, swearing that the group was nothing and would never go on without him, squandering so many opportunities to support the remaining members on their continuing journey. Do not blindly accept their labeling; it's how they control the narrative, and it always comes back to bite them.

To answer your question: GD isn't liking "Seungri posts" or "Seungri solo shots," as you put it previously. Just because that's how his fans have pitched it doesn't make it correct; they're only showing you half the picture, and in fact are withholding information from you. What GD is liking are photos (and photosets) of himself, his work, his merch. Collections of images from his most recent pictorial with Vogue, reposts of his PEACEMINUSONE products, etc. Sadly, "fans" with an agenda (many of them shippers) discovered a few weeks ago that they could sneak a solo pic or two of Seungri into these photosets filled with pictures of GD, usually hidden at the very end, buried 9 pics deep, with the expectation that he wouldn't take the time to scroll that far given his borderline manic activity on IG at the time. They did this hoping he wouldn't notice, thinking they could trick him into liking it, then use it as fuel for their Nyongtory fantasies. They'd lay the trap, tag his account, xxxibgdrgn, and wait.

And it's worked. When they get that coveted like they scroll through their photoset full of GD pics and screenshot only the pic of Seungri, with GD's seal of approval proudly displayed beneath, and pass those screenshots around, pitching it as "GD liked Seungri pics" to anyone willing to swallow it.

He has also been liking clips from his old tour vids (e.g., MOTTE 2017), collabs with other artists, and yes! BIGBANG. In the case of old BB videos (that happen to include Seungri, because yeah, he was there and part of their recorded history) even if Seungri appears in the video for only a moment, OT5s will painstakingly pause the video on his close-ups and present it as if the clip was entirely about him, as if that and nothing else was what GD was focused on when he liked it, nevermind that the guy was only onscreen for a second or two. It's very calculated, what they're doing, deliberately misleading, and potentially damaging, should anyone make the mistake of taking their games of make-believe seriously.

What makes this so exhausting is nothing about this deranged behavior is new. Nothing. When Youngbae posted a solo cam very clearly centered on himself from BIGBANG's Last Dance tour on IG in early 2020, during preparations for Coachella, Seungri appeared in the background of one shot for a fraction of a second. And you know what those fans did, don't you? They timed it just right, captured a single, blurry frame that if you squinted may or may not have been him, and claimed Youngbae had posted a "video of Seungri," which to them equaled full support. Came here to taunt me about it too, anonymously. Insanity.

They did the same when TOP posted a clip of the chorus from the Fantastic Baby music video later that same year, in his caption cracking a silly joke about having predicted everyone masking up in a pandemic. I'm sure you can guess which split-second shot this fandom's nutcases chose to focus on, determined as always to make everything the BIGBANG members do wholly about someone it's not. They're exactly as psychotic about the matter today as they were back then. Even more so, I'd argue, given everything that's transpired in the two years since.

On that note, before anyone says, "but GD liked OT5 pics," do keep in mind he has also liked OT4 pics, i.e., BIGBANG group photos with Seungri cropped out (if he was even there to begin with). Including this one, in which the KVIP who posted it described the members pictured here as the "whole group" and expressed her wish to see them together again.

Side note: when GD's IG liking spree first began, some OT4s speculated that he may not have been taking the time to read the captions on some of the posts he was liking. OT5s clowned them for that. Then, when GD liked this OT4 pic, OT5s said, in a hilarious imitation of the very OT4s they'd been laughing at, "Well, maybe he didn't read the caption." lol. So, uh, where does this leave us? Agreeing on something for once? Or all just clowning ourselves and each other?

Of course, it is possible that as these people are getting bolder GD may be noticing the shots of Seungri that they're slipping into his photosets... and just doesn't care. He may know full well what a few maniacs will make of it as he browses through fans' offerings and pauses over familiar imagery from his and his group's past and present, and now moving more confidently than he has in years, isn't so concerned about appearances as to let that stop him.

I don't know, can't say for sure. But you know what, if that's the case, then at this point I'm okay with it. BIGBANG have just had their first four-member comeback. It's finally happened, they've made their position clear, as did Seungri when he withdrew from the industry several years ago (his eventual conviction combined w/ prison time just hammered the point home). If some fans haven't gotten the hint by now, they never will, and it's unreasonable and unfair to expect the BB members to tiptoe around their past music/concerts/memories/experiences forever, walking on eggshells for fear of encountering sight, sound, or mention of Seungri just to avoid triggering a few crazies. Because like it or not, those people will always find ways to connect him to BIGBANG. That's how serious this has become to them. Unfortunately, for the truly sick in the head, delusions don't just end. But as for BIGBANG, they have a new beginning to get underway. As I said in a previous ask reply: keep the memories but move on.

Unless prompted somehow, I don't always feel a need to draw attention to the OT4 occurrences, such as when GD liked the pic above. That was weeks ago, I've known about it since the day it happened, but am only bringing it up now because it's relevant to your question. We have nothing to prove. While it's certainly satisfying, and funny, to see the members cut Seungri out of past pics like TOP did in January, I don't believe in policing the BB members' access to their memories, especially something as frivolous as Instagram likes. All but the most militant of OT4 VIPs still periodically engage positively with old BB content involving five members -- yep, that includes KVIPs -- because we're not confusing past with present, and for those that find the past presence of the former fifth member especially unpleasant, well, it isn't difficult to tune out, overlook, or altogether ignore him and concentrate on the others. Retired guy aside, there's plenty about pre-2019 BIGBANG to like.

TLDR; I would strongly caution against turning GD's Instagram likes into statements. Let him be and let the guy have his memories now that the success of Still Life has shown it's safe to do so. From what I've seen, aside from you and maybe one other, OT4 VIPs are generally just pleased to see him interacting with fans and BIGBANG content again after years of what, to me at least, seemed like avoidance. We're not threatened by that; we're encouraged, happy to see him happy and free, and hopeful that it means more good things are in store for him and the group in the near future. "Happier times are coming."

#ask #anon #sorry if this is a little disorganized I'm just so tired of it all #bigbang and vips will never be free of the cult of seungri

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Three Days in February

(187969 words)

by: mercurial-madhouse/ @mercurial-madhouse

Chapters: 28/28

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, OT5 Friendship (One Direction), Action/Adventure, Action & Romance, Magical Realism, Alternate Universe - Magical Realism, Banter, Humor, Slow Burn, Cursed Louis Tomlinson, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Smut, Pining, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Supernatural Elements, Sharing a Bed, Bottom Louis Tomlinson, Top Harry Styles, Pre-Ziam (If you squint), Shouldn't be any major triggers but this definitely gets intense!, Intense

Series: Part 1 of Three Days in February

Summary:

“What if I don’t remember in time?” Louis pushed out a breath too controlled to be steady. “We’re six days away from tour and we’ve got the Brits on Tuesday. What if I can’t figure this out before then? Fuck, what if I actually did ask for this and now I’m going to…to…shit…just fuck it all up for you lads or be stuck like this for-…”

Harry uncurled both of Louis’s hands from the fists they’d turned into and pressed them flat against his chest, silently urging Louis to take comfort the best way Harry could give it to him. “You really think we care more about tour than you? You’re going to remember before then. If you asked for this, you must’ve had a good reason.”

How close is too close? Harry and Louis are about to find out after a drunken night leaves Louis cursed. With only a week before tour starts, the race is on to fix things before they lose Louis forever. Oh, and Harry has to keep his long-time crush on Louis a secret while the lad can literally hear his thoughts. Easy, right?

Featuring ridiculous amounts of banter and angst, a healthy dose of OT5 friendship, and one very magical weekend.

#a year of epic read #week four #fic rec #mercurial-madhouse #larry fic #I'm still going with the week listing even though I am already so far behind #maybe I'll catch up eventually

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[🌸] by my side w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / fluff 🌸 / idol!txt / non.idol!you / reader is written to be sharing the same room as the member being written / established relationship (for each member, in separate scenarios!) / minor cursing (none with ill-intention!) ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 2,607 words ✿ in which you two get into an argument and the slightest notion of you trying to sleep on the couch gets him to… [🎧: by my side by david choi] [masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut! / @kflixnet 🛋

in all honesty, at this point, you didn’t quite remember what the argument was in the first place. all you can remember is how frustrating and draining it made you feel to the point where you wanted to have space for yourself. it felt like maybe it was something small. or maybe it was something significant but… you just felt like having space to… be alone. even if you weren’t sure if you wanted to be alone, it’s all you can think about in the midst of frustration. you reach for a pillow on your shared bed and look like you’re about to walk out the bedroom…

[🐰] soobin soobin’s instincts get ahold of him before he can hold himself back. having watched you reach for the pillow, his hand automatically darts out to grip onto your wrist before you can make your move to create a bigger distance between the pair of you. your eyes widen at the sudden hand contact but it doesn’t stop you from trying to grip onto the pillow. stubbornly. unwilling to budge.

but in this situation, soobin wouldn’t be soobin if he had let you do just that.

he patiently reaches for the pillow with his free hand, plucking it from your grasp. he clears his throat, sitting down on the bed as he tosses the pillow to the side. the hand he has on your wrist softens, slowly sliding down to your fingers where he held onto them gently as he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. the gesture makes your heart soften; the pain and frustration a while ago diminishes and you’re trying to calm yourself from doing anything rash.

soobin swallows the lump in his throat, giving your hand a squeeze, “we don’t have to talk now but… don’t leave like this.”

“i was just going to the sofa,”

he squints at you; a silent message of you’re not actually going to...

“okay, okay. same thing, as it seems.”

you huff at him, but your actions prove otherwise when you scoff at him and move to sit next to him on the bed. hand in hand; now fingers slipping past each other as you two continue holding hands. in silence. collecting each other’s thoughts and breaths. the tensed environment earlier slowly diminishes the longer you sit in the peace and quiet with soobin that… okay, fine. his way of resolving things does seem to work. soobin knows you’re not acknowledging it verbally, but with the way you give his hand a squeeze and take in deep breaths before doing anything else reassures him you’re here to stay by his side.

tldr; i see this cute boy trying to be respectful that you need space but wouldn’t be able to fall asleep without resolving the issue, so most definitely he’ll want to work things out before going to bed or at least come to a resolve where you’re willing to sleep on the same bed as him. and if that means biting his tongue and being patient to get you to stay, that’s exactly what he’ll do. i feel like he’ll try to be patient, but at the same time it’s because he just wants you by his side. even if you two sit in silence, it’s more than enough for him to calm down.

[🦊] yeonjun his intuition would already fill in his mind of what you’re about to do. as “clueless” as he may appear sometimes, yeonjun’s sharp with his gut feeling and the minute he saw your hand reaching for a pillow, body tilted towards the door out of your shared bedroom. his heart sinks to his gut but his reflexes don’t fail him to act quick. he grips onto the same pillow you’re aiming for before you’re able to tug it your way.

he knows you’re conflicted when you turn to meet with his gaze. his fiery spirit earlier is gone, only left with one that makes your heart clench at the sight. for someone so confident, so bold, he lowers his head as he takes the pillow from you. delicately. it almost makes you feel bad. forgetting everything that you two were bickering about earlier dissolved the moment he takes your anger just like the pillow.

“i…” he sighs quietly, head pointing to the–”you can take the bed,” he mutters under his breath, rising to his feet. his journey to the door is reluctant, heavy, hand pulling the door open to–”i’ll take the sofa,”

before he can step through and leave, his heart swells at the feeling of your hand gripping onto the hem of his shirt. it’s meek, it’s a little weak, but it’s enough to get him to stay. he looks over his shoulder and notices how your grip tightens but you refuse to meet his gaze. he finds himself being conflicted; unsure if he wants to give you your space or comfort you more.

even though you don’t say anything, he turns around and tosses the pillow onto the bed. he tests the waters by carefully pulls you into his arms, one hand stroking the back of your head as he slots it by his neck, the other wrapped around your waist to hook you onto him. when he feels you sinking into his embrace almost immediately, he nuzzles into your touch and sighs, curling his arms around you and feeling at ease at the silent truce to call it quits and just comfort each other first. the sofa, the pillow; long forgotten.

tl;dr: most definitely if you’re looking like you’re about to leave to the sofa, yeonjun would offer to take the sofa so you can sleep on the bed. he’ll let his instincts take over first, wanting to prioritise your comfort to let you take the bed but he wouldn’t stop himself from trying to stop you in the process. he only knows you sleeping on the bed won’t resolve anything and would deepen the wound to the next day. he’ll try to persuade you to at least sleep with him on the bed, even if you don’t feel like talking to him. wouldn’t push you to sleep with him on the bed if he could sense that you really want your space. (but he’ll definitely show that he’s hurt by it even if he tries not to)

[🐯] beomgyu all the alarms are blaring in beomgyu’s mind the more he remains unmoving on the bed. his eyes are glued onto you as you take the pillow and don’t hesitate to leave the bedroom to escape to the sofa. everything in his being is screaming at him to go after you but… he’s frozen, unmoving as time moves in slow motion but it’s still too fast for him to catch up before you’re out of the door. he’s at the crossroads of being confused; unsure of what to do. either give you your space or catch up to you. all he feels is the pounding in his chest, yearning for him to do something, choi beomgyu.

his senses only kick in after you’ve left the room and he hightails after you. just in time to see you sitting on the sofa, pillow in tow. when he knows you know that he’s in the same area as you. he watches how you’re about to move to lay down but he’s just in time to crouch before you, a hand on your knee before you’re able to swipe them up and his other hand gripping into the pillow you’re using as a barricade between your bodies.

beomgyu looks up to you, watching as your eyes soften. whatever argument earlier seems to dissolve the longer you two look at each other. he can tell you’re emotional and he knows you know he’s emotional too. but what you two need, really, is just–”can i hug you?”

“...why’re you asking?”

“because you have a weapon,”

he watches as you process what he’s saying and when it hits you... you hit him in the face with your weapon (pillow). it erupts soft laughters before beomgyu’s able to pry it away from your grip, mindlessly tossing it to the side so he can stand up and pull you to your feet. then, it’s the quiet admission to getting you in his arms for a hug that allows both of your nerves to rest. maybe you two would talk later; maybe tomorrow morning when your heads are clearer. one thing for certain is that you two would be sleeping on the same bed, at least. and that’s more than enough for beomgyu as he feels you nuzzling into his chest, arms tight around his waist to stay buried in his embrace.

tl;dr: i feel like with sweet beoms, he might be stunned initially to the point he wouldn’t know how to react or he’d jump right to getting you to stop or hold you in place. whichever one it is, though, he wouldn’t be up for sleeping separately and would try to coax you to sleep together with him in the same bed. he wouldn’t be able to let you sleep alone, let alone on a sour note of not at least resolving things at least in a way that leaves the both of you somewhat satisfied. he wouldn’t rush for reconciliation, but he’ll definitely work towards getting the both of you on neutral terms or at least civil enough to sleep in the same room.

[🐿] taehyun taehyun foresees what’s about to happen when you have your pillow in your hold, body language leaning towards the door but making no moves just yet. whatever anger or ill feelings in his heart fades away. it’s like there’s an inkling in his chest he can’t ignore, and he proceeds to act upon what feels right... so he calls for your name softly.

stubbornly, you remain facing the door, back greeting him as you clutch onto the pillow to your chest. when you hear his voice calling for you again; calmer, quieter, it makes you crack.

he’s able to turn you around with his hands resting on your shoulders; like an anchor holding you at where you belong. home. here. he’s home. you swallow the lump in your throat, peeking up to his eyes that plead for you to stay with him. he gently takes the pillow from you and shakes his head when you resist to let him take it.

“this won’t help any of us and you know it,” he starts off, and he gauges your reaction to see if you’re listening. it’s like he can feel like you are when you lower your head, avoiding his gaze. he swallows and continues, “you can stay here and i’ll be out by the sofa to give you space so we can reflect on this separately but by the end of the night, i’ll come back here and we can either talk about it or sleep it off... together,” even though he sounds confident, his eyes are shaking; trembling. he’s just as affected by this as you are even though he’s trying to be calm.

he doesn’t make any move to leave just yet, waiting for your response. what he initially felt like was the anxiety biting his veins, seems to release the tight grip on him to let him breathe when you shake your head, meekly answering no, before looking up to meet his eyes. “let’s... let’s just stay here together and... just have a moment to ourselves,”

he can’t stop the small smile that cracks on his face.

“no more sofa?”

when you tsk at him and threaten to swing the pillow at him, he chuckles with the shake of his head, “okay, okay.” the two of you sit down on the bed, side by side, feet rooted to the floor as you gather your thoughts... hand-in-hand with a moment to reflect... together.

tl;dr: with taehyun i feel like it could go two ways: either you two sit together in silence to reflect or, he’ll actually give you space so you two can be alone for a moment but it ends with you two sleeping on the same bed. he’s open and transparent, wanting to have a discussion rather than shut each other out and i think even if it’s not the right time to have a discussion, he wouldn’t want you two to be sleeping separately because it could form a habit he’s not too fond of. regardless whether you two talk it out the same night of the disagreement or argument or tomorrow morning, it’ll end with you two still sleeping on the same bed and not separately. (i’m sorry kang taehyun made the rules)

[🐧] kai the sensors in kai’s mind are going haywire at the sight of you reaching for a pillow and the second you make your way towards the bedroom door to leave, his nerves are gnawing at him to do something, kai! he doesn’t know what possesses him to reach for you the minute you turn your back on him and try to leave the room. despite holding onto a chunky pillow, kai’s arms are long enough to band around your body and the pillow, holding you down, keeping you captive, keeping you here.

a part of him wants to let you go, to let you have your moment of peace alone but... that same part of him can’t stand the thought of leaving you alone at a time like this. not when he knows there’s more to say, more to process together... together.

his heart is erratically thrashing from within. it’s like his nerves are on fire, rapidly pacing along his insides as he clutches onto you tighter.

he finally has a relieving sigh when he feels you place a hand on his arms. soon, he feels both of your hands smoothening on his arms that he loosens his hold to watch what you would do. with the way you turn around and toss the pillow aside, admitting yourself into his embrace is enough for kai to reel you in closer and rest his cheek along the side of your head.

although there were no words exchanged, kai doesn’t need any to know that despite the differences earlier on, it all dissolves for a split second as he has you in his arms like this. it’ll surface later on for the two of you to discuss but for now... he stubbornly holds onto you like a lifeline; in similar fashion when he feels you clutching onto him just as tight, submitting to the feeling of sitting in each other’s feelings in the quiet of the night.

tl;dr: i feel like with kai, he’d want to give you your space but he’d want you by his side, too. so maybe it would be a mix of allowing you to leave to clear your mind but for sure, before the night ends, he’d want you two to be able to sleep side by side and maybe talk in the morning once it eases out of your systems to talk properly. regardless, he wouldn’t want to push you to talk but he doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t care about you, either. so the compromise would be you two sleeping together regardless of how you were feeling and still try to talk it out in the morning. though, i feel like the emotions and words would come out the second the two of you are in bed side by side, with him holding onto you and being safe in his embrace to be emotionally vulnerable with one another.

#kflixnet #txt scenarios #txt scenario #txt reactions #txt reaction #soobin x reader #soobin scenarios #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun scenarios #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu scenarios #taehyun scenarios #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai scenarios

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