#seulgi why are you so fucking hot

[seullovesme]

WHAT ABT MY MENTAL HEALTHHHH

WHAT ABT MY SANITY

WHAT ABT MY HEARTTTTTT

[seullovesme]

UM UM UM UM UM UM UM UM HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO??????????????? SEULGI SEULGI??? HELLO? SEULGI????????

WHAATTTTTT IM SO IM SO IM SOSOSOSO IM WOW WHAT WITH THE GLASSES.... WHATTTWHATEHATS XJKDJFJDNJSNDNCNCKSSKI??????????? SEULGI WHATTT SEULGI OMG SEULGI. SEULGI PLEASE

SEULGI SHOPPING at ROUJE, PARIS

[domjaehyun]

the boy is mine (l.dh) — part one

PAIRING. haechan x fem!reader (also jeno x reader) GENRES. smut, angst WORD COUNT. 19k CONTENTS. infidelity, alcohol & weed consumption (MC is a non-smoker if that matters to you), explicit smut (dirty talk, fingering, finger sucking, oral (receiving), rimming (receiving), groping/frottage, marking, spit play, (brief) ear play, breast play, creampies/unprotected sex (if you explicitly need me, a stranger on the internet, to tell you not to fuck raw, you are not responsible enough to be reading this. move along now), snowballing, public sex, car sex, riding, bratty dom-leaning switch!haechan, bratty sub-leaning switch!reader, sweet dom!jeno, face riding, handjob, overstimulation (receiving), praise kink (receiving), light degradation kink (giving), mating press, morning sex) NOTES. welcome back to meeeeeeee!!! i hope you enjoy this fic because i worked very hard on it!! please leave feedback if you liked it :) i would also greatly appreciate tips if you really liked it :3 THANK YOU LIKE THE HUUUUUGEST THANK YOU TO BRI (@jalitepng) FOR BETA READING THIS BIG OL FIC :D PLAYLIST. the boy is mine - ariana grande // fantasize - ariana grande (unreleased) // lowkey (feat. erykah badu) - teyana taylor // agora hills - doja cat // pussy is mine - miguel // softest touch - khalid // cut - tori kelly // seatbelt - josh levi // often - doja cat // surrender - nbdy

how can it be you and me? might be meant to be, can’t unsee it but i don’t wanna cause no scene i’m usually so unproblematic, so independent, tell me why ‘cause the boy is mine.

You suppose your fate was sealed from the beginning. 

Even as you’re riding in the passenger seat of Yunjin’s car as she speeds down the freeway, your heart filled with a relief and fulfillment you haven’t had for the past six months, you can’t help but feel like something’s… lacking.

“So, spill,” you hear Seulgi pipe up from the backseat. “How many little British boy hearts did you break on your little Oxford trip?”

“Who says I broke any hearts?!” you exclaim with an incredulous laugh, and everyone in the car turns and gives you the same unimpressed look. “Oh, that was creepy. Did y’all plan that?”

“You were gone for six whole months and you want us to believe you got up to no romantic shenanigans? Hm?” Seulgi asks, narrowing her eyes at you, and you narrow yours right back.

“I didn’t break any hearts!” you defend yourself, and Chaewon sighs.

“Did you stow away a cute British boy in your carry-on?” she asks, and you make a face.

“Certainly not.” 

“Then there’s a broken heart floating around in Oxford as we speak!” Chaewon insists, and you scowl.

“Let me out right here.” you mutter, turning to open the door on the freeway, laughing as the other inhabitants of the car gasp and shriek in alarm. “I’m joking!” 

“You’re crazy, that's what you are.” Yunjin clarifies, and you giggle.

“I was having a laugh.” you say unapologetically. “Anyway, I didn’t really get up to too much in Oxford, really. I was focused on studying, I guess.”

“Oh, lame!” Seulgi boos, and you roll your eyes.

“I’m here now, though, so the hot girl spring and summer can commence!” you say happily, and your friends cheer. 

“Winter just texted asking if we got you off the plane okay,” Chaewon announces, and you shake your head.

“Tell her my seatbelt got stuck and wouldn’t let me out and so they took me back to England.” you suggest, and Yunjin snickers.

“Tell her the pilot got confused and took her to the wrong New York. If she asks what other New York, just be like, ‘the other one?’” she adds on, and Chaewon snorts.

“You’re both terrible.” she laughs as she types in a response.

“What’d you tell her?” Seulgi asks.

“That she got held back for getting her bag searched and they found five kilos of cocaine. So they took her out back and made her snort all of it as punishment and now she’s running amok in the city like Cocaine Bear. She’ll beat us back to the house.” 

“And we’re terrible?!” you exclaim indignantly.

“Well, yes.” Chaewon replies calmly. “Mine is obviously a lie.”

“Wh— My seatbelt getting stuck isn’t an obvious lie?” you splutter. 

“Well, that could actually happen!” she defends, and you blink at her incredulously.

“I didn’t expect the lesbian to forget that scissors exist.”

Chaewon’s jaw drops and she jabs a finger in your direction. “Homophobe!” She turns to Seulgi for support, but Seulgi just shakes her head.

“You’re alone in this one, Chae,” Seulgi giggles. “I laughed, I’m sorry.”

“Man, this is some bullshit.” Chaewon grumbles. “You’re supposed to have my back! We’re… we’re sapphic sistren!”

“You actually did not just say that.” Seulgi marvels. “Sapphic sistren is crazy.”

“I had to pull the gay card to win.” Chaewon says with a shrug. “I’m not sorry.”

“Can we get back on topic, please?” Yunjin laughs incredulously. “Jesus, it’s like if you put squirrels on a podcast.”

“We should make a podcast, actually.” Seulgi suggests, and you nod.

“We could call it ‘That’s Nuts,’” you say excitedly.

Chaewon snorts. “I’m in.”

Yunjin beeps her horn loudly, garnering all of your attention as you all jump in surprise. “We’re outside all spring and summer, right?”

“Well, after work, yeah.” you agree, and she smiles, nodding.

“I don’t want to hear you missed out on a fun fling or opportunity because you were busy working.” Yunjin jabs her finger at you accusingly, and your hands fly up defensively.

“In my defense, doing my job is way less risky than taking chances romantically.”

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” Yunjin complains. “Live, girl!”  

“There are gonna be cute guys at the party, obviously. So I will live!” you insist, and Yunjin nods.

“That’s more like it.”

Returning to your thoughts for a moment, it dawns on you that romantic excitement is exactly what you’re lacking. You want to love; you want to love someone and be loved by that someone and for that love to be something beautiful and consuming, and you’re not sure how much longer you’re going to have to wait. 

You’re in the middle of making a mental pact with yourself to be just a bit more daring, a tad more forward and bold when it comes to love, when Seulgi and Chaewon laugh loudly at something on one of their phones, snapping you out of your internal monologue, and you shift in your seat, turning to face them.

“I can’t believe you guys left your whole apartment unattended during a house party just to welcome me home,” you sniff dramatically, and Seulgi snorts.

“Anything for you, my friend.” she replies with a playful crinkle of her nose, and you reach out to pinch it lightly.

“Besides, it’s not like it’s completely unattended! Winter’s there.” Chaewon points out, and you raise your eyebrows skeptically.

“Right… what is her non-confrontational ass gonna do if something goes wrong?” you ask, and Seulgi winces.

“Good point. Maybe step on it, Yunjin.” 

“I’m already going twenty over the speed limit!” she exclaims defensively.

“You’re not even exaggerating,” Chaewon half-gasps, half-laughs as she leans forward to look at the speedometer. “We might make it there quicker, but we might not make it there safely.”

“We are here for a good time!” Yunjin yells, whipping her hair around excitedly. “Not a long time!”

“Deeply concerning words coming from our driver.” Seulgi snickers quietly, and you nod, turning back to sit in your seat properly. “So…”

You peer at her through the rearview mirror curiously. “So?”

“I’m just imagining Jeno’s reaction when he sees you again for the first time.” She shrugs with a faint teasing smile, and you can feel your cheeks warming as a small smile starts to tug at your lips.

Jeno’s had a thing for you for the past… year and a half—at least, that you’re aware of—and you won’t lie, he’s definitely easy on the eyes and a sweetheart to top it all off. Before you went away to Oxford, you two had built up a bit of a flirtationship that neither of you tried to push further because of your study abroad trip you had planned.

Now, however, you’re back, and you’re admittedly excited to see if it leads to something worthwhile. 

“He’ll probably do that little crescent-eyed smile he always does when you spare him a crumb of attention.” Chaewon supplies as you’re lost in thought, and you roll your eyes as Yunjin nods knowingly.

“I’m willing to bet he’s gonna try to be glued to your side all night.” she adds, and you sigh loudly and dramatically.

“You guys are really something else, you know that?”

“You love it!” Chaewon says confidently, and you can’t help but smile fondly, nodding in agreement.

“I kinda do.”

Yunjin spares you a sideways glance that lingers for suspiciously long on your frame, and you raise an eyebrow.

“My eyes are up here.” you joke, waving a hand in her line of sight, “and, more importantly, the road is over there.” She chuckles and relents, refocusing her attention on the road, but she has that telltale look on her face that usually means she has something on her mind. “What are you thinking about?”

“Well—not that I’m judging at all, because, you know… live your life, girl.” Yunjin pipes up, and you turn to look at her, curiously awaiting the rest of her thought. “But are you gonna wear that to the party?”

You look down at your comfortable sweats and hoodie, perfect airport attire, and look back up at Yunjin with a playful frown. “What, is this not cute enough?”

“Well…” she trails off, and Seulgi pops her head forward between the front two car seats.

“No! It’s not a good enough outfit! You’re the guest of honor at your own welcome home party, and you have to come harder than some cozy gray sweats with a hole by the ankle.” Seulgi scolds, and you roll your eyes with an amused smile.

“Obviously I’m not going to wear this to the party, girl.” you laugh, and Seulgi sighs in relief. “I was just messing with you.”

“Well, cut it out! You know I’m gullible.” She frowns, and you reach into the backseat to pat her hand comfortingly.

“All the more reason to mess with you, my love.” you reply with a deceptively innocent smile. “Anyway, when we get back home, I have to shower and freshen up and change into my actual outfit. I also have to sort out the presents I brought back for everyone and make sure Jeno’s cake is still in good shape.”

“I still can’t believe you baked him a cake,” Chaewon marvels. “It’s giving domestic. Housewife, even.”

“Martha Stewart found jobless,” Seulgi adds, and you snort.

“I know this is his favorite type of cake, so I just… thought I’d make it for him.” you mumble quietly with a small, dismissive shrug.

“That is very cute to me,” Yunjin says reassuringly before punching the horn roughly and making the rest of the three of you jump in surprise. “Stupid fucker doesn’t know how to use his turn signal?!”

“Yunjin, calm down,” you advise, patting her knee gently.

“I am calm,” she replies, her tone level, and you pull your hand back, still eying her suspiciously. Sure enough, as she drives by the driver that failed to use his turn signal, she rolls her window down and yells out a string of expletives that makes Chaewon gasp in horror.

As Yunjin rolls her window back up and turns the radio up, you sit back and smile, thinking about how happy you are to be back at home.

You get home an entire eight minutes before your initial ETA, making Yunjin grin proudly when you make the announcement. 

After your friends help you bring your luggage up to your apartment, you go into the bathroom to freshen up. After the extensive process that was showering, brushing your teeth, reapplying your skincare and makeup, and applying lotion and getting dressed, you emerge, fresh-faced and victorious, into your living room where your friends lie sprawled on your couch as they wait for you. The only eyesore about your appearance is the large sack you’re carrying of presents you brought back for your friends.

“I’m ready!” you chirp happily, and Yunjin is the first to look up from her phone at you, eyes taking in your casual and comfortable yet cute attire before she nods appreciatively.

“It’s giving Santa Claus,” Seulgi chuckles, gesturing at your large bag slung over your shoulder.

“Ho, ho, ho,” you drawl with an amused roll of your eyes.  

“Stop it, Seulgi,” Chaewon scolds before focusing her gaze on you. “You look cute! Bet you-know-who’s gonna be all over you.” she says with a teasing grin, and you roll your eyes despite smiling before you set the bag down and set about getting out your gifts for your friends that are present.

You hand Yunjin a wrapped box of gorgeous shoes from an England-exclusive boutique and she sets about unwrapping it, her eyes widening with excitement as she reveals the present inside.

“Holy shit?” she gasps, gaping at the shoes. “These are perfect!”

“They’re so you,” you agree with a proud nod. “I saw them one day through a window while I was walking down the street and had to stop in and get them for you.”

“My turn, my turn!” Chaewon exclaims eagerly, bouncing in place as you root through your large sack and pull out a small wrapped box, which you hand to Chaewon carefully. She squeals in excitement once she’s opened the present, leaping up and engulfing you in a tight hug. “My perfume! I thought they discontinued it!”

“They stopped selling it in the States, but I managed to track down a store that still had some in stock, so I got you a couple—y’know, so you wouldn’t run out.” you say, smiling, and she beams at you.

“You’re the best.” she says seriously, looking you directly in the eyes to drive home her sincerity.

“I try,” you reply with a nonchalant shrug before reaching into the bag once more and pulling out one last present for Seulgi, wiggling the box at her invitingly. 

“For moi?” she asks with feigned surprise, a hand to her chest.

“Indeed,” you confirm with a grin, and she sits forward, taking the gift from your hand and opening it up.

“Oh, my God.” she exhales in shock, staring down at the designer earrings and bracelet set. “These look expensive as fuck.”

“They kinda were,” you admit sheepishly. “All of your gifts were a pretty penny, actually, but you guys definitely deserve them. Those really spoke to me, and I thought they’d look gorgeous on you.”

“Thank you, my love,” Seulgi coos affectionately, standing up to engulf you in a hug. Yunjin and Chaewon join in a brief moment after, the four of you hugging tightly for a lingering, blissful moment.

“You’re all very welcome. Are we ready to go now?” you say, changing the subject with ease even as your voice is muffled into Seulgi’s shoulder, and Seulgi pulls back immediately with an emphatic nod. 

“Ready as ever! Our fridge has snacks that are calling to me from over here.”

“You’re such a drama queen.” you scoff in amusement as you all head to your front door and file out after each other.

“Must have gotten it from hanging out around you.” she replies with playfully narrowed eyes in your direction.

“Oh, really?” you challenge, biting back a laugh, and she nods, puffing out her chest comically as she chest-bumps you on purpose. “Assaulting me in the middle of my apartment complex is actually wild and unheard of, and you will be hearing from my attorney.”

“Bring it on, baby!” she urges, and Yunjin rolls her eyes in poorly concealed amusement as you two start to giggle at your antics, the sounds of mirth ringing out in the lobby as you exit the elevator.

“You two are so strange,” she remarks in wonder. “But later for that. Onto more pressing matters!”

“Such as?” you question, holding the door open for Chaewon to follow behind you into the street. 

“How long will it take us to get from our house to yours?” Yunjin asks, pulling out her phone to search for it, but Chaewon seems to be one step ahead, already focused on her phone screen.

“The travel time from here to our house,” she announces loudly, squinting at her phone momentarily, “is roughly twenty minutes.” You all stand around Yunjin’s car at your respective doors, waiting for Yunjin to unlock the car so you can get in.

“Hm, yeah? Why so long?” Yunjin asks curiously as she moves to look over Chaewon’s shoulder. “Traffic, huh? …I bet I can shave that time down to fifteen minutes.” Her eyes glint with excitement as she presses her car door remote, the sudden and loud beep-beep of the doors unlocking making you and Seulgi flinch for a moment.

“Dear Lord, help us all,” Seulgi mumbles as you all climb into Yunjin’s car, strapping in before she peels out of her parking space and zooms into the night. 

True to her word, Yunjin precariously shaves six minutes off your travel time and you pull up to Chaewon’s and Seulgi’s apartment earlier than anticipated, exhilarated and pumped full of adrenaline. 

“Are you excited to be back at La Casa Payasa?” Seulgi asks with a smile, and you nod with a relieved sigh.

“It’s just like I remember it.” you hum fondly as you head up to their door and bring your fist to the door, only getting to knock once before the door swings open and Mark throws himself at you for a hug.

You catch him with a surprised laugh, stumbling back from the impact slightly but returning the tight hug nonetheless. He tucks his face into your neck and mumbles something that you can’t hear, prompting you to pull back slightly.

“I didn’t hear a word you said,” you chuckle, and he pulls back as well so you can see his bright smile.

“I missed you so much,” he repeats, and you coo fondly, pulling him back into the hug. 

“I missed you, too!” you chirp warmly, squeezing him in the hug for good measure. When you two pull apart, Chenle’s standing beside Mark and grinning at you. “Hey, Chenle!” 

“Hey, stranger,” he teases, pulling you into a hug of his own. “Long time, huh? Let’s hear that British accent you developed over there.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” you reply in your best British impression, and he bursts out laughing.

“Man, that’s good stuff,” he chuckles with a shake of his head. “We missed you over here!” he complains, moving to swat you on the arm. “Don’t leave again.”

“I’ll do my best to stick around.” you assure him, and he smiles and nods, content.

“Now what’s with this big ass bag you’re carrying, huh? Did you stow away some British goodies for us?” Chenle asks curiously, pinching the fabric of the sack over your shoulder. 

“Something like that,” you say slowly before you set it down and reach inside, handing Chenle and Mark their respective gifts. As they open them, Mark being considerably more careful than Chenle, you wait, hands clasped behind your back and rocking back and forth on your heels.

“How the hell did you get a signed Steph Curry jersey?” Chenle questions, baffled and thrilled, and you shrug with a secretive smile.

“I have my ways.”

“Never mind that—how did you get Frank Ocean himself to sign this album?” Mark asks, downright bewildered, and you shrug again.

“Ways that I have… that are mine.”

“You’re so silly, but this is amazing,” Chenle laughs, hugging you. “Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome,” you lilt sweetly, and Mark looks up from the Frank Ocean vinyl again to meet your inquisitive gaze with wide, awestruck eyes.

“You’re incredible. Genuinely.” he stammers, and you smile widely as he pulls you into a hug as well once Chenle’s released you. 

“I do my best,” you reply happily.

“Wait, also, how was your flight? Anything crazy happen?” Chenle asks curiously, and you pause as you think back.

“Actually, yeah; these two guys got into a verbal argument and then one of ‘em was like, ‘I’ll beat everyone’s ass right now!’ Which, objectively, is a crazy thing to say, but crazier to insist when you’re in a metal contraption thousands of feet in the air.” you start explaining, and Chenle’s eyes widen.

“No way,” he mumbles. “Then what?”

“Then he started threatening the flight crew, and I’m pretty sure he got placed on the no-fly list.” you finish with a solemn nod, and Mark gasps.

“I could never imagine never being able to fly again.” he mutters in awe, and you nod in agreement. 

“I know, right? He had it coming, though.” you say, and they shrug, nodding in agreement.

“I guess so,” Mark agrees before his face lights up as he seems to remember something. “Hey, where’s Jeno? He’s been waiting for you to show up.”

“I think he’s with Winter and Haechan right now,” Chenle answers, and you scrunch your face up in confusion.

“Who’s Haechan?” you ask, baffled, before it dawns on you. “Oh, wait, that’s Winter’s new boyfriend?” you ask, and they nod. “I see… well, can’t wait to meet him, I guess.” You shrug indifferently, now craning your head to look around for Jeno. 

You spot him before he spots you, the male standing alone texting on his phone by the couch. As if he can sense you looking, he looks up and his eyes lock on yours a moment later, his entire face brightening up as he starts to make his way over to where you’re standing.

By the time he’s where you are, you’re both sporting excited yet shy smiles as he opens his arms for a hug and you step into it. His arms drop to your waist and you wrap yours around his middle as he squeezes you gently.

“Hey,” he mumbles into the embrace, a smile audible in his voice.

“Hey, there.” you greet.

“Welcome back.”

“Good to be back,” you reply with a little grin.

“Did you have a good flight?” he asks curiously, and you nod.

“Minus a crazy guy on the plane, but it all ended fine,” you assure him, and he looks momentarily bewildered but manages to rein in his reaction.

“That’s good, I think… what seat did you get?” he questions, leaving you somewhat touched by his thoughtful questions. 

“I got a window seat,” you answer with a smile, and he nods in approval. 

“I love a good window seat,” he hums. “Did you watch a movie or nap or something?”

“I napped for a bit, yeah,” you chuckle, suddenly remembering how you’d had a bit of drool dried on your cheek earlier. Subconsciously wiping at the spot, you smile up at him casually. “I’m still a little tired, though.”

He frowns sympathetically before a little hopeful smile appears on his face. “Well, I hope you’re not too tired, because I wanted to give you something.” 

Your eyes widen. “You got me something?” 

He nods shyly. “I got you something. It’s in my car, though, and I parked kinda far, so I have to go get it. Come find me later when I come back so I can give it to you.”

“You got it,” you say with a smile. “I’ll come find you for sure. I actually have something for you, too, so we can trade.”

“Oh, no way! You’re the best.” He beams, squeezing your waist, at which point you realize you two never let go from the hug. Your cheeks on fire, you withdraw your arms from his middle and he does the same to you with an amused chuckle.

“I’m actually gonna go grab something from the kitchen,” you say, jerking a thumb in the direction of the hallway. “You want anything?”

“Nah, I’m good. I’m gonna run to the bathroom, actually.” he answers, and you nod before you two go your separate ways. You turn back at the sound of your name to see Jeno looking at you with a soft gaze and an even softer smile that makes you feel like you’re a giggly school girl all over again.

“It’s really good to have you back. It really wasn’t the same without you. Seeing all your Instagram stories gave me a crazy sense of FOMO, and our little phone calls here and there really made me miss you even more,” he says sincerely, and you place a hand over your heart, touched.

“I’m really happy to be back,” you assure him. “I missed you.” His brows flick upwards in surprise at your somewhat bold admission, and you blink twice in mild alarm before continuing in a slight rush with, “I—well, like, I missed you, and Yunjin, and Chae—I missed you all, y’know? The story posts were so you wouldn’t forget about little ol’ me. I loved our phone calls, but it’s so much better getting to talk to you in person.”

He laughs lightheartedly and nods, waving you off reassuringly. “I get you. Go get yourself some snacks! We didn’t stock up on your favorites for some random people to eat it all up before you get any.”

“Copy that,” you say with an emphatic nod, saluting him jokingly before heading to the kitchen.

As you’re making your way to the snacks, you catch the eye of a very handsome stranger leaning against the wall in your hallway talking to one of your friends from work. To your surprise, he doesn’t look away from you as you approach, even going so far as to turn his head as you walk by to keep staring at you. 

You’re not sure if you’re more intrigued by him than by the challenge he’s posed, but you keep eye contact until you get to your kitchen and round the corner to find yourself a snack.

Moments after you’ve entered the room, you feel someone enter behind you, a smile coming to your lips as you realize who it most likely is.

When you turn to face the newcomer, he’s standing surprisingly close to you, his eyes scanning your face with an intrigue and intensity that leaves both of you a little breathless. 

“Hi.” the handsome stranger says as his lips curl into a grin. 

“Hi, there,” you echo, smiling back at him. ”Did you follow me in here?”

“Would you believe me if I said it was fate?”

You pretend to think about it. “By the way you watched me walk in here… no.”

He chuckles. “Fair. I had to ask you a question.”

“Luckily for you, I love questions.” you hum, placing both hands on the counter behind you and leaning against it in a silent invitation not only to ask his question, but also to approach.

Thankfully for you, he does both, stepping closer with a small chuckle and asking, “I was wondering if you believe in love at first sight.”

“Oh, brother—” you start to laugh, and he joins you before waving his hands to get you to stop.

“Hear me out!”

“My listening ears are on,” you reply with a smile and coy tilt of your head that definitely doesn’t go unnoticed, based on the way his already probing gaze intensifies.

“Do you?” he asks again, and you think about it for a moment.

“Not really,” you admit, letting out a small giggle at the disapproving look he gives you. “But maybe I can be convinced.”

He smiles widely, looking so bright that it truly dazzles you before continuing on to say, “I’m glad to hear that.”

“Why?” you ask. “Do you?”

“I don’t think I did,” he answers carefully, “until I saw you just now.”

“Oh, brother!” you burst out laughing—half from surprise and half from being flustered by how surprisingly sincere he sounded. In your attempt to recover from your outburst, you catch a glimpse of him to see that he’s gazing at you openly with a fond look in his eyes. “You are really something, you know that?”

He steps closer to you with a heat in his eyes, a glowing ember of intensity burning as he asks, “Something good or something bad?”

You shrug playfully and lean closer, wanting him nearer to you. “Jury’s still out on that part.”

He chuckles and wets his lips before his gaze drops to yours. “Can I present some new evidence?” he murmurs, and you tilt your head to the side as you pretend to think it over. “Has anyone ever told you that it’s really cute when you do that?”

“Of course,” you snicker. “Why do you think I do it?”

“So you’re turning up the charm right now, but you don’t believe in love at first sight?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. 

“Is it love at first sight or attraction, sir?”

He grins and steps even closer, dangerously close to touching you. “So you’re attracted to me.”

You look around, confused. “Now who said all that?” 

“You just did.”

”I most certainly did not.”

He half-scoffs, half-laughs in disbelief and points at you accusingly. “I heard you.”

“You heard wrong, I guess,” you reply with a nonchalant shrug before patting his chest twice. Your phone buzzes in your back pocket and you both hesitate, neither of you wanting to exit the intimate moment. However, when it buzzes a second time, then a third, you decide to give up and pull your phone from your pocket to check it.

jeno [23:04] hey i’m back

jeno [23:04] i have your surprise :)

jeno [23:05] let me know where to find you

You lock your phone and look up at the handsome stranger with a small frown. “Anyway, this was great, but I have to go find someone.”

He frowns deeply and catches your hand as it leaves his chest, lacing his fingers with yours and looking up at you. “Do you actually have to leave or am I making you nervous?”

“I told my friend I’d find him later, and it’s officially later,” you explain truthfully, and he seems to hear the sincerity in your voice, because he relaxes visibly. “Maybe I’ll find you after?” you offer, and he perks up, gently squeezing your hand.

“I’d like that.”

“Can I get a name? So I know who I’m looking for later?” you ask.

He smiles, shaking his head. “I’ll tell you when you find me later.”

You pout, and he smiles fondly at you. “I guess.” you relent, grabbing the soda and snacks you came to get off of the counter and heading towards the kitchen exit. “See you later?”

He nods resolutely. “See you later.” 

You exit the kitchen with a small smile that threatens to take over your whole face if you don’t calm your spirits as you begin your second search of the night for Jeno. 

After grabbing the presents you got for him from where you’d stashed them in Chaewon’s room, it doesn’t take you long at all to find him, the male still lingering by the entrance when you spot him. You sneak around a small group of people and pop up beside him, making him jolt in surprise and clutch his chest.

“Hi,” you giggle, and Jeno slumps with relief when his eyes lock on you, a warm smile coming to his face.

“Hey,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“So… how do you want to do this?” you ask curiously. “I can go first if you want?”

“No, I want to go first for sure,” he replies with a sureness in his voice that leaves you a little surprised and mildly impressed.

You gesture for him to start, still holding your present for him behind your back, and he retrieves two small, rectangular boxes from inside his jacket pocket. 

“That looks expensive,” you say worriedly, and he chuckles fondly before waving a hand dismissively.

“It wasn’t too bad, don’t worry.” he replies reassuringly as he hands you the small boxes.

You gesture awkwardly with your hands still behind your back, trying your best to indicate that your hands are currently out of commission, and his eyes light up with understanding before he’s gingerly opening one of the navy blue boxes.

You gasp once you’ve peered into the box, your eyes wide as you look up at him in surprise. ”Jeno.”

“Is it too much? Oh, God, you hate it. I’m sorry–” he starts to worry aloud.

“Wait—Jeno—”

“I can take it back, maybe, and you can pick out something you’d like more—”

“Jeno?”

“I should have thought it through more carefully—”

”Jeno!” your voice is gentle in tone but loud enough to catch his attention, his worried eyes locking in on yours. “Please relax.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles embarrassedly, looking down at the floor.

“I was going to say that I genuinely love them. The necklace and the earrings are stunning, and they’re exactly my style.” you say sincerely, in awe as you stare down at the beautiful pieces of jewelry Jeno bought you. The necklace is a silver choker, a paperclip-like link type chain with a diamond-encrusted butterfly in the center. The earrings are matching silver hoops with butterflies adorned along the rings of metal, and your jaw drops slightly as you take in the beauty of Jeno’s present.

“You really like it?” he asks excitedly, a hint of worry still in his voice, but when you nod, his brows unfurrow and he smiles widely, relieved. “I saw the set and it reminded me of you. It’s beautiful, classy, and fun.” 

You can’t help but smile. “You think I’m classy and fun?”

“Of course,” he answers instantly, and your smile widens as you step closer to him curiously.

“You think I’m beautiful?” you ask with your eyebrows raised, and Jeno visibly swallows.

“I do,” he bashfully agrees, and you coo fondly, wanting nothing more than to set his present down and wrap him in a tight hug. “I really do.” 

“Jeno,” you tease playfully, “I’m kinda dying to know what’s in the other box.”

“Oh, yeah!” he exclaims, closing the first box and opening the second as he explains, “I just got them in gold and silver because I know you tend to wear both depending on your mood and your outfit, so I gave you options.”

“Jeno, that is so thoughtful.” you gush appreciatively, and he blushes immediately, cheeks pinking along with the tips of his ears. “I absolutely love them,” you say gratefully, a warm smile curling your lips.

“Thank God,” he sighs with a laugh that you join him in.

“Okay, so… don’t know how I’m gonna top that,” you joke, “but it’s my turn now.”

“You have my undivided attention,” he assures you, and you can’t help but bat your lashes at him slightly.

“I like the idea of that.” you say flirtatiously, and he chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. “Okay, here, we’ll trade and you’ll open.”

“Deal,” he agrees, swapping presents with you. You watch nervously as he unties the ribbon on the white box and lifts the lid. “This looks delicious, holy shit.”

“I made it myself,” you say carefully. 

He looks up at you in surprise. “From scratch?”

You nod. “From scratch.”

“That’s amazing,” Jeno marvels. “Isn’t Victoria sponge cake hard to make?”

“Baking is only hard if you can’t follow instructions.” you say with a resolute nod, and Jeno snickers.

“I never thought of you as a rule-follower, if I’m being honest,” he admits.

You shrug. “Rules and instructions are very different to me, but I can be very obedient when I want to be.”

Jeno pauses at that, eyeing you suspiciously. “Oh, yeah? Like when?”

“In the bedroom.” you answer without hesitation, smiling in amusement as Jeno’s eyes widen slightly.

“You never gave off ‘obedient,’ y’know.” Jeno informs you.

“If I can tell you know what you’re doing, I’ll listen to you.” you reply with a nonchalant shrug.

“Yeah? Would you listen to me?” Jeno asks, voice quieter and, if you’re not mistaken, lower than before. There’s a suggestive edge to his voice, playful and flirtatious, but in the way that very much indicates that he’d stop joking in a minute if you were into it.

“Depends,” you answer, smiling up at him. “Do you know what you’re doing in there?”

His responding chuckle is significantly deeper than the ones before it, the sound undeniably attractive as he regards you carefully. “Absolutely.”

“Is that so?” you muse softly, watching him intently. “And I’m supposed to go off of your word?”

“You don’t trust me?” he asks, raising an eyebrow, and you shrug.

“I just tend to learn better from experience.” you reply with a small flirtatious smile that threatens to overtake your whole face.

“Maybe we can arrange that.” he says with a playful grin.

“I’ll keep my schedule open.” you say with a curt nod, and he snorts in amusement.

“Perfect.” he agrees before focusing his attention on the smaller box in his arms. He sets the cake box down on the table by the entryway and unwraps the other, cube-shaped box, his eyes widening with excitement when its contents are revealed to him.

“No way!” he gasps, turning the Big Ben snow globe this way and that. 

“I remembered you have a snow globe collection and I thought I could help you add to it.” you explain, and Jeno looks up at you, eyes bright.

“You’re amazing. Thank you so much.” he gushes happily, and you beam at him before waving him off.

“Of course, Jeno. I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you while I was gone.” you say sweetly, and he grins before opening his arms for a hug, 

You step into his embrace readily and wrap your arms around his middle, the two of you squeezing each other tightly. When you pull back slightly, you realize Jeno still hasn’t let you go, his arms still securely wrapped around your waist. 

“I really missed you, y’know.” Jeno says softly, and your heart warms.

“I missed you too, Jeno. It’s good to be back.” you echo, and he smiles before gently releasing you, his reluctance apparent in the way his fingers linger as they pull away from you. “Oh!” you say, remembering something out of nowhere. “I actually still have to give Winter her present, so I’m gonna track her down and do that.”

“Oh, of course, yeah, go for it. Thank you again—I’m gonna demolish this cake later.” Jeno says, finishing his sentence in a conspiratorial whisper, and you giggle.

“I’m glad. I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?” You reach up and pinch his chin gently, smiling wider when his blush from earlier returns in full force.

Jeno nods shyly, and you release him before venturing further into the party in search of Winter.

Finally spotting Winter across the room on her phone, you cross the living room and tap her shoulder from behind, smiling widely when she turns around.

“Hey!” she greets excitedly, wrapping you in a hug. You two rock from side to side for a moment, hearts full, before you release each other. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to give you your present,” you say with a small shrug and a smile, and her eyes widen. “It’s nothing crazy!” you warn her, waving your hands dismissively, and she shrugs, reaching out for the gift bag in your hand with opening and closing fists.

“I wanna see! Can I see, please?” Winter pleads, and you give in with a fond laugh, handing over the gift bag. 

You wait with bated breath as she opens the present, her eyes softening fondly as she gazes down at the stuffed plushie in her hand.

“It’s so cute! How’d you even find a desert fox plushie?” she asks, in awe as she turns it this way and that.

“I had it commissioned from a toy store boutique only in England,” you explain, and she smiles widely, wrapping you in another tight hug.

“Thank you so much,” she gushes, pulling back from the embrace to clutch her plushie to her chest tightly. “I gotta come up with a name for you, little guy!”

“You do that,” you laugh, moving a stray curl out of her face. “I’m gonna keep making my way through the party.”

“Okay,” she sing-songs. “See you later!”

“See you, babe!” you chirp, waving goodbye before heading back the way you came, deciding to take a detour into the kitchen for more snacks.

You’re barely in there for five minutes, munching happily on salty and sweet snacks alike, before you exit and run almost directly into the chest of someone; the only thing stopping the collision are their quick reflexes as they steady you in place.

“Sorry!” you apologize, stepping back and looking up to your victim before you stop short and a pleased smile curls your lips.

“Hey, you. Was wondering where you’d run off to.” the handsome stranger from earlier says, smiling at you.

“Oh, y’know. Making the rounds, saying hi to everyone. It is my party, after all.” you reply with a secretive smile, and he steps closer with raised eyebrows of intrigue.

“Is that so?” he asks, and you nod, stepping a bit closer to hear him better. 

“Mm, yeah,” you hum. “You know what’s weird?”

“What is it?” 

“This party is for me, and yet there are people here I’ve never met before,” you muse. “Like you.”

“Maybe it’s a sign you're meant to get to know me.” he suggests with a wry grin, and you roll your eyes with a laugh.

“Good one.” you reply playfully. “So what should we do to get to know each other?” you ask with a playful lilt and feigned curiosity.

“Mm, you could start by telling me more about yourself.” he replies, and you raise your brows.

“‘Myself’ is a very broad topic,” you point out, and he snorts. “Be more specific.”

“Fair, fair.” he agrees with a chuckle. “What are…” he trails off thoughtfully before he perks up again, “your love languages?”

“I feel like this is an unfair advantage sort of question,” you reply with a small pout. (You do not miss the way his gaze softens fondly. Or the way it drops to your lips.) “So, I’ll only answer if you do, too.”

“That’s fair,” he agrees with a smile. “You first, though.”

“Mine are,” you say as you try to recall what the quiz results said the last time you took it, “acts of service, physical touch, and quality time. What about you?”

“Wait, let’s unpack yours first—”

“No, you say yours, then we’ll unpack mine. Fess up, bucko.” you press, poking him gently in the chest.

He laughs at your poke and mini outburst before obliging. “Physical touch,” he murmurs, leaning into your space and smirking slightly when you half-step, half-stumble back, “words of affirmation,” he straightens up and gestures between the two of you casually with a cheeky grin before finishing with, “and quality time.”

“You’re so smooth,” you gush sarcastically, and he snickers.

“Why, thank you. I’d say I try, but then I’d be lying.” 

You shoot him a look. “Don’t push it.”

Holding his hands up in surrender, he shrugs. “My bad.”

“As long as you know.” you reply with a sweet smile, and his gaze softens. “What?”

“You’ve got a beautiful smile, you know that?” he murmurs, and your cheeks warm. 

“Thanks,” you mumble bashfully, and he coos fondly at you. 

“So cute,” he fawns.

You glower at him. “I’m out of here,” you mutter, undeniably flustered and embarrassed about it. 

“Aw, come back, cutie—” he slips his fingers around your wrist gently and tugs you closer, smiling when there’s virtually no resistance from your end. “I didn’t mean to make you all nervous,” he apologizes with a playful, teasing lilt that tells you he might not actually be all that sorry. 

Turning your nose up, you look away from him even as his hand slips down to let his thumb stroke gently at the back of your hand. At your small intake of breath, he smiles and tugs you even closer—dangerously close, actually—before moving to wrap his hand around the small of your back.

It’s almost as if the Fates themselves decided to intervene, the divine timing is that impeccable.

His phone pings, and he frowns before pulling it out of his back pocket and checking the screen. His face falls visibly and so drastically that it actually hurts you to see for a moment, leading you to avert your gaze politely.

His hand slowly retreats from its original path, and you’re shocked to find that you’re a bit disappointed. 

“Do me a small favor? Schedule some time for me later before your busy, busy party ends? I’ll be back.” he says hopefully, squeezing your hand gently before shooting you an apologetic smile and turning to weave between a couple of people before disappearing into the hallway.

You try not to look as disappointed as you feel, but apparently you fail because Seulgi’s by your side moments later from out of virtually nowhere.

“I saw you pouting from all the way across the room,” she chuckles fondly as she strokes your back gently. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not pouting,” you mumble, and Seulgi raises an eyebrow.

“Tell that to your bottom lip,” she points out, and you tuck it back in with an air of defeat. “Exactly. Now what’s wrong?”

“I was talking to this really cute guy earlier,” you admit with a slowly deepening frown, “but he had to leave really suddenly.”

Seulgi makes a sympathetic hum. “Did you get his name?”

“No!” you complain, and she nods in understanding.

“Well, even if he had to leave, he might come to another party in the future—because he clearly knows someone here, you know?” 

“What’s wrong?” Chaewon asks, a tipsy Winter in tow.

“How do you know something’s wrong?” you ask, confused. 

“You’re pouting,” Chaewon points out, and you splutter, bewildered. 

“I’m not!” you exclaim defensively, and Winter winces sympathetically.

“You are.” she confirms, reaching out and unceremoniously poking your bottom lip before giggling to herself.

“She’s mad her party crush pulled a Cinderella and dipped on her,” Seulgi explains.

“Ah,” Chaewon and Winter both say sympathetically.

“That sucks,” Winter sighs. “Speaking of cute guys disappearing—has anyone seen my boyfriend anywhere?”

“What’s he wearing?” you ask, and Winter moves to answer before Chaewon unknowingly cuts her off. 

“It’s so weird that you and Haechan have been at this party for so long and have yet to run into each other.” Chaewon marvels aloud, and you shrug casually.

“I probably walked by him or something and just didn’t know,” you brush it off, and Chaewon nods thoughtfully.

“Walked by who and didn’t know?” Yunjin asks from behind you, and when you turn to face her, she frowns. “Why are you pouting?”

“Mother of God—” you huff, crossing your arms, and Yunjin winces.

“Jeez, tough crowd.” she chuckles. “Walked by who and didn’t know?” she presses.

“Haechan,” you explain, and her brows furrow together in confusion, but she doesn’t say anything.

“Oh,” is all she says after a moment. “Wait, can you, um, come help me with something in the bathroom?” she asks you, eyes concerningly piercing.

“Sure,” you mumble, definitely confused but picking up on her sense of urgency. 

“We’ll be right back,” Yunjin explains, tugging you away. “Roommate problems!” she calls over her shoulder, and you grimace to really sell the direness of the situation.

You let her tug you into the bathroom towards the back of the apartment by Seulgi’s and Chaewon’s bedrooms, and she sits you down on the toilet before taking a deep breath.

“I don’t exactly know how to tell you this, but I was trying to find you earlier before this spiraled out of control.” she starts. 

“You’re scaring me,” you complain, and she shushes you as she unlocks her phone and starts searching for something. 

“You did meet Haechan, actually, but I have a feeling no one told you that you met Haechan.” Yunjin says finally, and you think back to the very small amount of people you met for the first time today, pondering over who it might be before Yunjin turns her phone to show you the screen, and— 

“Fuck.” you mumble hoarsely, and Yunjin nods slightly before closing her phone on the screen she’s just showed you of a photo of your friend group, presumably from when you were abroad, where Winter is sitting happily on the lap of— “that’s the stranger I was talking to.” you say sadly. “My party crush.”

“Did he ever say his name?” she asks, and you think back, growing increasingly more irritated when you realize—

“No,” you mutter bitterly, “he must have conveniently forgotten to share that part.”

“Can I say something?” Yunjin says carefully, and you nod solemnly. “I saw you two staring at each other before he followed you into the kitchen.” Your blood runs cold, and it must show on your face, because she quickly adds, “I’m not mad at you, and I’m not going to tell anyone. I’m just gonna warn you, because that staring contest was intense, and I don’t know what happened in that kitchen—I don’t want to!” she says suddenly, putting her hand up to silence you as you move to speak before slowly continuing with, “I just know none of that can happen in front of Winter, so it shouldn’t happen at all.”

“Agreed.” you sigh sadly. “Yeah. I mean, I’m pissed as hell, and I might maim him the next time I see him, but other than that, I guess I’m fine.”

“I mean. yeah. Definitely agree with maiming him, actually.” she agrees after a moment of thought. “Just do something subtle and easy to explain away.”

You smile at her, your spirits lifted slightly. “You’re the best.” 

“Love you, girl.” she says sincerely, bending down to hug you before helping you to your feet. “I got your back.”

You head back out there with no pout in sight, only a deceptive smile as you plan your revenge.

It’s not long before the not-so-mysterious stranger comes back around, by which time you’ve fully worked yourself up into a huff about the situation once more, crossing your arms, leaning against the wall, and eyeing him disapprovingly as he approaches.

“Why so serious?” he jokes, and you raise an eyebrow.

“At what point were you going to tell me you’re dating Winter?” you ask, deciding to get right to the point, and he freezes, shock on his face. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” he says immediately. 

“For what?” you test him, and he frowns deeply.

“For hiding that from you.” he sighs, and you huff as he continues, “I just really wanted to get to know you, and I felt like I had to hide that because you knowing would ruin it!”

You look at him with an eyebrow raised pointedly. “And what would you call this?” 

His frown turns to a petulant pout. “Ruined?” he asks.

“Ding, ding, ding,” you say sarcastically before turning to leave.

“Wait, I’m— I’m really sorry,” he pleads, catching your hand before you can slip away. “Can we start over a little bit?”

“How are we gonna start over a little bit?” you ask skeptically, and he stands up straighter, tugging you a bit closer before smiling hopefully and releasing your hand to wave in greeting. 

“Hi, I’m Haechan, Winter’s boyfriend,” he introduces himself as he offers his hand to shake. As you take it, he gently urges you closer with a testing tug before adding, “and I think you’re beautiful.”

“Haechan!” you whisper, half-laughing in surprise, and he shrugs with a sheepish grin.

“Figured I’d lay all my cards out on the table this time.”

“Kinda ballsy, no?” you raise your eyebrows, crossing your arms, and he chuckles.

“I’m a pretty ballsy guy.” 

You eye him up and down before tilting your head to the side and saying, “I’m sure.”

“So am I forgiven?” he asks hopefully. 

“For now,” you reply after a moment of thinking, and continue at the sight of his excited smile, “but I’m watching you.”

“I’d be upset if you weren’t.” he murmurs, and you roll your eyes with a laugh.

It doesn’t take long for your one-sided animosity to dissipate as you and Haechan manage to fall into a normal enough conversation about your activities in Oxford. At one point, the familiar but unpleasant smell of weed filters into your senses, making you subconsciously wrinkle your nose in distaste. 

Haechan raises an eyebrow, amused. “You alright?”

“You don’t smell that?” you ask, and he sniffs the air before he chuckles.

“I’m guessing you’re not much of a smoker?” he speculates.

You shake your head, tipping your head back to swallow the rest of your drink. “Definitely not.” You lick your lips to clean up the remnants of your drink, and barely stifle the laugh that bubbles up when you notice Haechan watching your mouth with both entirely rapt attention and a slightly dazed expression. “See something you like?”

“Sure do,” he breathes, and you yelp, swatting his arm lightly. “You asked!”

“As a joke!”

“Well, sorry for failing to read the room properly. I was a little, um, distracted.”

“Haechan.”

“Hm?”

“Stop staring at my lips.” 

“What if I don’t?” he asks, stepping closer to you slowly. “Hm?”

“You’re awfully bold for a guy who’s dating one of my friends.” you murmur back, and he shrugs, smiling flirtatiously.

“I know what I want.” he answers casually, and the resolve in his voice takes you by surprise, leaving you to swallow a growing lump in your throat.

“I’m, uh,” you stammer, looking around for something, anything, that can save you from his intense attention. “I’m gonna go see if they want snacks,” you finally answer pathetically, and he doesn’t buy it for a minute, a smug grin curling his lips before he nods, seemingly complying.

He waits for you to move past him, staying perfectly still and therefore forcing you to squeeze between him and the counter, and head towards the living room before he’s so close behind you that he’s practically on you and only then does he reply, a smile audible in his voice as he murmurs, “Let’s go, then.”

“Hi, my dear friends. Are we having a good time?” you ask as you re-enter the living room and scan over each of your friends, all sitting in a circle with Yunjin’s infamous hot pink bong placed carefully in her lap. The party continues on around them, people only sparing cursory glances at the very occupied couch and nearby seating of Seulgi’s and Chaewon’s living room, but you couldn’t care less about the other guests, instead focusing your attention on your seven cross-faded friends. 

Yunjin, ever the lightweight, looks up at you with red-rimmed, half-lidded eyes and a dopey smile. “Never better.” 

“I actually just want to say that I missed you so much,” Chaewon sniffles, hurriedly wiping away a tear before looking up at you earnestly. “I’m so happy you’re back.”

“I missed you, too!” you reply, touched, and she sniffles loudly, the tip of her nose pinking in that signature way that lets you know more tears are en route whether she likes it or not.

“I’m not gonna lie, yo,” Mark mumbles, rubbing a hand over his face and looking over at you. “I’m about to be starving.”

“‘About to be starving’ is crazy, actually.” you snicker, and Mark joins in your laughter, his laugh bubbling up inside of him almost uncontrollably.

“Well, you know how it goes; we smoke, we get high, we get the munchies.” Mark explains, and you nod in understanding. 

“Mark… I went to England for a study abroad program… not to get a lobotomy.” you say slowly, and he snorts loudly in surprise and amusement. “I remember what happens when y’all get high.” you remind him, and he lifts his hands up in surrender, nodding back at you with a grin. “Do you guys want food from the deli down the block?”

“Yes!” The resounding chorus of assent from all your high friends actually takes you by surprise, sending you stepping back in shock only to stumble directly into Haechan’s chest. He steadies you instantly, hands gripping your shoulders securely, and quietly double-checks with you to make sure you’re actually sturdy before releasing you. 

You hate that you found his touch comforting for even a second, trying your best internally to squash the initial attraction you had to him as you attempt to focus on the task at hand.

“Okay, sounds good to me. Can y’all just type your names and what you want in my Notes app?” you ask, unlocking your phone, opening the Notes app, and passing your phone to Yunjin. As your phone makes its way around the circle, you turn slightly to face Haechan, who’s already watching you with an unnerving level of intensity.

“Haechan, why don’t you go with her?” Seulgi suggests, completely missing the warning glare you send her way. “She can’t carry all of that by herself.”

“Yeah, sure, no problem.” he agrees easily, and you purse your lips for a moment, breathing in deeply before turning fully so you’re face-to-face with Haechan. “Looks like we’re gonna spend some more one-on-one time together.” he says with a secretive smile, and you swallow hard, not knowing what to expect from this little excursion.

Your phone eventually makes its way back to you and you look over the orders before putting your phone in your back pocket and heading to grab your coat, Haechan following diligently behind you.

“Okay, we’ll be back soon! Try to hang in there, guys.” you announce, stepping out of the apartment and holding the door open for Haechan, who exits and shuts it behind himself.

As you two make your way down the hall to the elevator, he speeds up slightly so he’s walking in front of you before turning fully around to face you, taking smooth backwards strides down the hall.

“Can I help you with something?” you ask, confused, and he shakes his head with a smile.

“Don’t mind me.” he replies, and you snort in amusement. 

“Kinda hard not to mind you when you seem hellbent on staring holes into my face.” you mutter as you press the elevator button.

“Not my fault you’re nice to look at.” he defends himself, and you look over at him instantly, shock written all over your face. “What’s wrong? Surely you’ve heard that about yourself before.”

“I sure have,” you agree readily, sighing in relief when the elevator door opens. Stepping in, you add, “I just haven’t heard it from the mouth of my friend’s boyfriend.”

“Ah, well.” He follows you into the elevator and shrugs with a “what can you do?” type of smile, making you narrow your eyes. “First time for everything, yeah?”

“Yeah…” you reply slowly, regarding him suspiciously. “Let’s try and make that first time the last time, okay?”

“No promises.” he murmurs, a smile audible in his voice. When you look over at him, he winks at you so quickly you almost think you imagined it, and you jolt, making a noise of bewilderment that sounds embarrassingly close to a mix of a squawk or squeak before turning to face forward again.

The weather actually feels quite nice, you realize when you both get outside, a light, cool breeze filtering through the trees, and you and Haechan walk alongside each other for the first two, maybe three minutes in silence before he breaks it.

“Can I ask you a question?” Haechan asks, looking over at you as you two walk to the deli.

“Depends… is it weird?” you return his question with another question, and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Don’t think so.”

“Okay, then shoot.”

“I noticed your reaction to the smell of the weed smoke earlier,” he recalls, and you hum in acknowledgement. “Do you not smoke?”

“Not at all,” you reply, and he nods in understanding. “I don’t do any drugs.”

“Me either,” he replies, and a mildly surprised smile makes its way to your lips. “Can I ask if you have a reason for never wanting to try anything?”

You’re silent for a moment as you attempt to find the right words to explain yourself and Haechan waits patiently, the two of you walking in a comfortable silence before you break it. “I don’t like the feeling of not being in control of myself.” you say carefully, and he gives you an emphatic nod that piques your curiosity. “You too?”

“Somewhat, yeah, but I was mainly nodding because I completely get it. For me, I don’t like moving any slower than usual or feeling restricted in any way.” 

“That makes perfect sense, too.” you say, giving him a firm, approving nod of your own, and he chuckles quietly. “I’ve always wondered about what it might be like to just… mellow out and calm down, y’know?”

“Definitely,” he agrees. “They usually get so… happy.”

“Exactly! Well, except for when Chaewon starts crying out of nowhere.” you add.

Haechan laughs. “Yeah, I don’t know what that’s about.”

“That’s another thing, too.” you say, starting to feel more comfortable talking about it to someone who understands. “I feel like some drugs—especially, like, weed, LSD, acid, shrooms, and stuff like that—they tend to bring out, like, parts of your subconscious that are typically hidden away.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard about that and I’ve definitely seen it happen,” Haechan says, sounding surprisingly solemn.

“Yeah, so… whatever’s going on under the surface in here,” you say, tapping your temple, “is none of my business.” you finish with a resolute nod, making Haechan snicker. “I will simply continue raw-dogging life on this bitch of an earth.”

“That’s so real.” Haechan says through his laughter, making you smile.

“Thank you!” you chirp. “Also, when you say you don’t like moving slower or feeling restricted, do you mean in a physical or mental sense? Or is it both?”

“Hmm,” Haechan hums thoughtfully. “Definitely both. I just feel like… I would describe myself and my lifestyle as somewhat fast-paced, y’know? Like, not really very sedentary, I’m always on the move, and if I’m high off of, like, weed or something, I feel like all I’d be able to do is… vegetate…  and I hate the thought of that.”

“That’s so real,” you say, echoing Haechan’s earlier statement. “Well, you know, if you want to move faster, there’s always cocaine,” you joke, and he snorts loudly, clearly not expecting your comment. 

“I definitely wouldn’t try cocaine,” he laughs, shaking his head. “I can just imagine my poor mom if I came to visit her one day and I was all strung out and tweaking.”

“Aw, are you a mama’s boy?” you ask teasingly, nudging him with your shoulder.

“Maybe a little bit, yeah,” he admits with a shy smile, and you grin.

“That’s sweet.” you assure him, and he visibly relaxes, laughing with an air of bashfulness. “We’re here, by the way!” you point out, gesturing to the deli less than thirty feet away at the end of the block.

Haechan jogs slightly ahead of you, opening the door and holding it for you to enter.

“Thank you,” you say with a grateful smile as you step inside. The smell of the deli is delicious, the scents of various foods being cooked wafting through the air, and for a moment you half-expect to start floating involuntarily towards the tastiest smelling dish.

“Okay, let’s get these orders in,” you mutter to yourself before making your way over to where the grill cooks are stationed. “Hi, how are you feeling tonight?” you greet politely, exchanging brief pleasantries before continuing on with, “I actually have a pretty big order I’d like to place with sandwiches and sides, but I don’t mind waiting if I have to!”

“Go ahead, miss,” one of the cooks says, and you look down at your phone before starting to read off the orders.

Haechan stands off to the side and watches on as you rattle off the nine different sandwich and side order combos to the cooks, who nod and start to prepare them. When you’re finished, you turn to face Haechan and smile sweetly before leading him towards the drinks and snacks. 

“Okay, can you help me carry these to the front?” you ask Haechan.

“Of course, yeah,” he answers, and you start to hand him various drinks and snacks off of the note everyone wrote in.

“Okay, a raspberry peach Snapple for me… a Redbull for you—wait, Haechan, you like Redbull but you won’t try cocaine…? Seems fake,” you comment, and Haechan lets out a shocked laugh before raising his hands—well, he’s holding a drink in each hand, so fists—in surrender.

“Take it easy on me!” he begs jokingly, and you pretend to think about it before relenting with a smile and continuing to collect the drinks. 

“Mountain Dew for Seulgi… Sprite for Jeno… oop, and a Sprite for Chenle, too… root beer for Winter… blue Gatorade for Mark… Arizona raspberry iced tea for Yunjin, and finally, that XXX Vitamin Water that Chaewon’s always raving about.” You close the refrigerator door with your hip, the two of you carefully carrying your armfuls of beverages to the counter.

“I never got the Vitamin Water hype.” Haechan admits.

“It’s essentially juice, but like water with a splash of juice, maybe two if you’re lucky.” you say. “At least, that’s what I think, but some of them do actually taste pretty good, too.”

“Hm,” he remarks thoughtfully. “I don’t know, I just never got into it.” 

“You got into that Redbull pretty easily though, huh?” you tease, and he laughs, his cheeks pinking ever so slightly, and you’re glad he’s looking away so he can’t see how blatantly you paused to look at him.

“Miss, some of your order is ready!” One of the cooks calls out to you, and you shoot them a thumbs up as they bring two sandwiches and a couple of trays to the counter for you. “Do you want to pay now or when we’re finished preparing everything?”

“Oh, I can pay now! Just let me go get the chips and stuff.” you say before whizzing off to where the snacks are, returning shortly after with Seulgi’s Takis and Chenle’s red Doritos and placing them on the counter triumphantly. 

The worker manning the register rings your stuff up and reads you out the total, to which you respond by pulling out your phone to tap the card reader, but Haechan calls your name before you can complete the transaction, making you look over at him in confusion.

“I got it,” he offers, reaching for the card reader with his own phone only for you to shoot him a funny look and nudge his phone out of the way to finish paying with your own phone. 

“You didn’t have to pay for it, Haechan,” you assure him. “Think of it as the small fee I had to pay for disappearing from the country for about half of a year.”

“Yeah, but I was being a gentleman.” he protests with a frown.

“It’s okay! Be a gentleman to your girlfriend—not me.” you say with expectantly raised brows.

“I’m trying to impress you, though,” he points out, and you roll your eyes.

“Read the room, maybe?” you chuckle, and he scrunches his nose up in distaste. “Something wrong?”

“I’m not much of a reader.” he replies with a dismissive shrug, and you raise your eyebrows.

“I’m a librarian.” you remind him. “My job is literally all about reading.”

“On second thought,” Haechan blurts out, “I literally read every day, all the time.” When you snicker in amusement, he grins and continues with, “I’m being so serious. I’ve read every bottle of shampoo and body wash in my shower front to back!” he presses, and you burst into laughter. 

“You’re ridiculous.” you giggle as you recover from your laughing fit, and he grins shamelessly.

“I made you laugh, though,” he points out with a smug little grin. “So you kinda like it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie with a sniff, looking away. 

“You think I’m funny,” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he gets closer. “And if earlier was any indication, you think I’m attractive.”

“Where are you going with this?” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“You like me.” he replies simply, and you choke on your spit. 

“Two fairly objective observations are not an indication of me liking you.” you splutter indignantly, and Haechan raises his brow.

“Being attractive is objective now?” he asks skeptically, and you glare at him, turning to the row of deli cooks pretending not to be watching your conversation intently.

“Is he a handsome guy?” you ask them, and they all look between each other with confusion and mild discomfort. “Literally no homo. Please relax. Is he a handsome guy or is he an uggo?” you emphasize, and one of them snorts.

“He’s definitely not ugly, no,” one of the cooks pipes up, and they all nod in agreement. “Handsome guy, actually.” 

“Good bone structure,” the cook beside him adds, and you could swear Haechan starts to blush. “Yeah, he’s a good looking dude.”

“Sí, muy guapo.” A cook you can’t even see chimes in, and you and Haechan look at each other, bewildered. 

“How many of you are back there?” Haechan asks as he chuckles nervously.

“No te preocupes, amigo.” the same cook says, still concealed from view. “Eres guapísimo.”

“Thank you, guys.” you reply gratefully before turning to stick your tongue out at Haechan triumphantly.

To your surprise, his gaze darkens. “Do that again.”

“No, I’m good.” you reply immediately, fixing your face and turning away from him. “Little freak.”

“Mm, maybe a little bit.” he hums, and you grimace.

“Yuck.” you mutter, narrowing your eyes in his direction. “Get a grip. As I was saying, me finding you funny or attractive has nothing to do with liking you.”

“Why wouldn’t you, though?” he presses, and you let out an exasperated sigh before turning fully to face him. 

“You have a girlfriend!” you whisper-shout, confused even further by the way he looks at you, smug and unimpressed.

“So that’s the only thing stopping you?” he says slowly, and you pause as you realize what you’ve admitted to.

“It’s the only thing that matters.” you huff with an air of finality, and Haechan just chuckles, stepping closer.

“Not this? Hm? Not how good—no—how right this feels?” he murmurs suggestively, and you shake your head firmly.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” you mutter, and he scoffs in disbelief. 

“Are you really gonna keep playing dumb?” 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you sing-song, and he rolls his eyes.

“Sure.” he murmurs, amused. 

Desperate to change the topic, you look around, your eyes landing on the bags of food on the countertop.

“Man, those fries smell so good,” you groan, staring enviously at the bag containing Winter’s order of curly fries.

“Mm, yeah?” Haechan hums, looking from the bag to you. He puts a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture and pops open the plastic container. He pulls out a small handful of Winter’s curly fries, about as much as he can fit between his thumb and forefinger, and grins at you, winking before popping one in his mouth.

He reaches his hand out, offering you one of his stolen goods, and you hesitate for a second before deciding to reach forward and take the proffered curly fry. As you chew it, your eyes roll back into your head in ecstasy, the fried good the perfect amount of salty, crunchy, and warm.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, and he waves you off dismissively.

“You’re welcome,” he replies. “It’s our little secret, okay?”

“Jeez, I just met you tonight and you’re already trusting me with secrets?” you chuckle, and he shrugs.

“Well, should I not trust you?” he asks curiously, and you shake your head instantly in disagreement. 

“You can trust me, don’t worry.” you assure him, and he smiles widely, nodding slowly in understanding.

“Great.”

“The real question is if I can trust you,” you continue, and he chuckles.

“You can,” he says confidently, and you raise your eyebrows skeptically.

“How do I know I can trust that?” you ask, and he laughs, rolling his eyes slightly as he leans closer to you conspiratorially.

“That’s just a risk you’re gonna have to take.”

“No, thanks. I’m not big on risks.” you admit.

Haechan tilts his head to the side curiously. “You don’t take any risks?”

You pause to think about it, thoughts racing back to earlier when you made the mental pact with yourself to be more daring and take more risks. “Not really, no. Unless you count letting Yunjin drive.”

He snorts. “I’m talking big risks.”

You stare at him blankly. “Have you ever been in the car with Yunjin?”

Chuckling and shaking his head slightly, he says, “I have.”

“It’s pretty risky.”

“I’m talking about different risks, though. Think harder.” he presses. 

You sigh loudly but oblige, thinking about it again. “I guess studying abroad in Oxford felt pretty risky… I was essentially all alone on the other side of the world.”

He shakes his head. “Bigger,” he explains. “I’m talking about something that,” his gaze slowly falls to your lips and he continues, “could go really wrong.” 

It feels like he’s hinting at something, and you’re not sure you want to find out.

“Truthfully, I don’t get why I would take risks like those.” you say with a pensive frown, and he smiles, eyes still trained on your mouth with an unmistakable fascination as he steps closer to you, practically cornering you against the snack rack behind you, and if he hears your squeak of alarm, he chooses not to comment. 

“It’s about the reward,” he murmurs, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips slowly. “People take risks because they think that the reward is worth it in comparison to what could go wrong.”

“Well, I don’t think most risks I can think of off of the top of my head are worth it,” you say with a stumped pout.

“I can think of one I wanna take right now,” he hums softly, reaching up to rest one hand on the rack behind you, and you balk, finally starting to understand what he’s been hinting at.

“I, um, think that might be too risky.” you reply cautiously, and he chuckles quietly.

“I disagree,” he says plainly. “I think it’d be so worth it.” he breathes out, his gentle breath fanning over your lips, the minty scent tempting you more than you’d like to admit. 

“If you try and kiss me right now,” you say quietly, “I will bite your lip until it bleeds.”

He snickers and nods in understanding. “Understood.”

“Is that risk worth it now?” you ask wryly, and he bites back a laugh.

“I don’t know, let me find out.” he says, leaning in closer, and you yelp, pushing his chest reflexively and, when he barely budges, clapping a hand over your mouth and glaring at him as he laughs loudly. “Man, you’re cute.”

“Shut up,” you mutter contritely, moving your hand away when he relents and steps back. “Let’s not ask why I don’t feel comfortable taking risks and ask, instead, why you—” you poke his chest accusingly, “feel so comfortable being so reckless.”

He shrugs nonchalantly, explaining, “I don’t think it’s that I’m reckless—”

“Yeah, right.” you mutter.

He ignores you. “I think it’s that I want to know what it feels like to truly live.” he finishes, and you pause at that, genuinely taking in his words. “Life is too short to be scared to indulge, you know?”

“Well,” you say slowly, thoughtfully, “I guess that makes sense.”

His eyes widen slightly in surprise. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Maybe I could stand to live a little more,” you ponder, noticing the way his eyes drift down to your lips once more and quickly adding, “but that doesn’t mean you can kiss me. I’ll still bite you.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks softly, teasingly, and you nod. “What if I said I kinda like it a little rough?”

“I’d say you’re in the wrong relationship.” you blurt out before you can stop yourself, and Haechan’s eyes widen as he points at you with a bright, triumphant grin. “I’m joking! I’m joking.”

“I don’t think you are.” he replies smugly.

“Oh, brother.”

“You think I’m in the wrong relationship?” he presses, and you shake your head vehemently, desperately trying to cover your tracks.

“Only because Winter is not a ‘likes it a little rough’ kind of girl,” you explain quickly.

He nods in agreement. “This is true.” he admits, and you relax slightly, glad he gets your point. “So, who would be the right relationship for me, hm?” he teases, and you groan loudly, tipping your head back in exasperation. “Got any ideas?”

“Nope.” you answer flatly. 

He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, leaning closer. “You sure about that?”

“Miss, the rest of your order is ready!” One of the cooks calls out, and you pounce on the interruption eagerly.

“Thank you!” you call back to the cooks before turning to Haechan with a relieved smile. “You know what? We’d better go back before they put out a Missing Persons report for us.” you dodge his taunting question from earlier and carefully remove yourself from your very compromising position, walking towards the counter of the bodega to collect the bags of food. “Are you coming or what?” you huff, attempting to conceal how flustered his previous line of questioning has left you by placing a hand on your hip impatiently.

He shakes his head with a chuckle, but meets you by the door, slipping his fingers in the loops of the numerous bags weighing down your index and middle fingers to relieve you of the burden. He leans forward, opening the door for you and gesturing for you to exit first. “You’re lucky I don’t want to hear any of them complain about their food being cold, because I could do this—” he gestures between the two of you, “all night and then some.”

“That’s great, Casanova,” you drawl, pointing ahead of you down the street towards where you’re heading. “Now walk.”

As you two walk back from the bodega, you can’t help but notice that Haechan’s path keeps veering slightly off-course, the male repeatedly bumping into you as you two walk. 

“You good?” you ask finally after what must be the eighth mini-collision, and Haechan chuckles, albeit somewhat sheepishly as he brings a hand up to rub the back of his neck. “Is there a reason why you keep bumping into me? Are the bags throwing you off-balance or something?”

“Would you, uh, believe me if I said that I just like you and want to be close to you?” he answers, and you stop short, blinking at him impassively which causes him to stop walking as well.

“Bold words for someone with a whole girlfriend back at the party.” you reply with a dismissive snort, and he shrugs.

“I don’t know what it is,” he says as you two slowly fall back into a comfortable pace. “I think we’d be good together.”

“Haechan,” you warn. 

“You fascinate me,” he admits plainly, staring at your face openly. “I wanna get to know you better.”

“Mm, I don’t know about that,” you say apprehensively. 

“I’m gonna learn about you eventually, because I’m not going anywhere.” he replies confidently. “I’m gonna learn everything about you—your hopes, your dreams, your fears—” he leans closer so his breath hits your cheek and continues, “what makes you tick.”

“Well, you wanna know something?” you offer, and he nods instantly, leaning towards you in anticipation. “Something that makes me tick is when guys with girlfriends hit on me very blatantly.”

“Ah, I see,” Haechan remarks thoughtfully. “So I should be more subtle.”

“I—well—no, that’s not really what I meant.”

“Well, what did you mean?”

“Stop saying flirtatious things!” 

“So you want me to stop saying flirtatious things—”

”Yes, that’s quite literally what I just said—”

“—and start doing flirtatious things.”

Your mouth snaps shut and you stare at him incredulously. “Not even remotely what I meant.”

“No, I think that’s what you were hinting at.” 

“You’re unbelievable.”

“You’d better believe it, baby.”

“Calling me ‘baby’ when you have a whole girlfriend is crazy, by the way.”

“Maybe I’m crazy. Did you think about that?”

“Clearly. I’ll let Winter know her boyfriend is actually an escapee from the insane asylum and she’ll just dump you.”

“So you can have me all to yourself… I like it.” He grins, and you open and close your mouth repeatedly, at a loss for words.

“Where are you hearing these things? Haechan, do you often hear things other people don’t?” you ask with patronizing concern, and he bursts out laughing. “It’s not funny, actually! Maybe I will tell Winter after all.”

“She won’t do anything,” he replies through his laughter.

“You’re right.” you agree in disappointment. “Poor girl. She’d probably think she can fix you.”

“I know what could fix me,” he says, fixing you in place with a serious stare.

“Haechan, you’re kinda scaring me.”

“Relax, it’s nothing crazy.”

“You’re not exactly what I’d consider a good judge of what’s crazy or not.”

“I just want your number, God.”

“Oh!” you reply, relieved, and an equally relieved smile appears on his face. “You’re not getting that.”

“Aw, come on!” he whines, leaning on you dramatically. “How am I supposed to get to know you?”

“Through speaking to me in person?”

“So you wanna see me… in person…” he trails off with a suggestive lilt to his voice, wiggling his eyebrows, and you suck your teeth. “If you like me, you can just say that, you know. I won’t tell.”

“You really are crazy.” you marvel, and he grins over at you.

“Is that… intrigue I detect in your voice?” he teases, and you balk.

“No?” you reply a bit too quickly, and his eyes light up.

“You’re intrigued by me!”

“I just wanna know how and where Winter found your crazy ass!”

“So you can go there and get yourself another me?” he replies, and you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Hate to break it to you, princess, but there’s only one of me.”

“Thank God for that.” you mutter under your breath. “So, do you have, like, a mute button or something?”

“I’ll shut up for the rest of the walk back if you give me your number.” he says with a mischievous smile, and you roll your eyes, Haechan’s ever-so-keen eyes noticing your hesitation. “You’re totally thinking about it.”

“I really want you to stop before you get one or both of us in trouble.”

“I will be as quiet as a street rat if you give me your number and don’t block me before I can text you.”

“Damn, how’d you know I was gonna do that?”

“I know the signs of someone playing hard to get.” he says proudly, and you snort.

“I’m not playing hard to get, Haechan. You’re playing hard to get rid of.”

“And I’m gonna play until I win. Now—your number, please.” He smiles dazzlingly at you, pulling out his phone from his back pocket and handing it to you.

You stare at his unlocked phone then at his twinkling, hopeful eyes before sighing in defeat and taking the phone from his hand to enter your number.

“Hell yeah!” Haechan cheers, and you shoot him a judgmental stare.

“Ground rules.” you say plainly, and he nods, instantly attentive. He is cute, you think reluctantly, especially like this as he hangs on your every word like a puppy. “No texting me suggestive photos.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Keep the texts harmless.” you warn him, and he nods in agreement.

“You got it.”

“And don’t call or FaceTime unless it’s an absolute emergency.” you finish, and he scrunches his face up in confusion.

“What if the emergency is that I want to see you or hear your voice?”

“Absolutely bonkers thing to say with a girlfriend, by the way.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I have Instagram… just look at my pictures or something, I don’t know.”

“What if I want to see you right then exactly how you are?”

“That’s too bad.”

“Fine,” he huffs, and you already know this is going to be a bad decision. “What exactly constitutes an emergency?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. If you were injured or in danger or something and no one else was picking up?”

“Okay…” he trails off skeptically.

“Even then, though, I think you should just call emergency services.”

“You’re brutal,” Haechan remarks in awe. “I like it.”

“Watch it!”

“Watching,” he replies smoothly, grinning in your direction, and you turn to face forward quickly, hoping he didn’t catch your smile. “I saw that.”

“You saw nothing.”

“You smiled. You like me—at least a little bit!”

“First you’re hearing things, and now you’re seeing things? Maybe we should get you checked out.”

“…We?” he points out with a sly smirk, and you roll your eyes as you trudge ahead and up to the apartment building, repeatedly (and with an air of impatience) buzzing the intercom to be let in.

“Thank God we’re back.”

“Since when was the museum so damn expensive?” Chenle mutters in awe as he forks over the thirty dollars for the admission fee.

“It’s the price of knowledge,” Yunjin sighs with a shrug as she takes Chenle’s place at the ticket till and hands the attendant three $10 bills.

“Psst,” Haechan whispers to get your attention, and you turn your head slightly to see he’s leaning towards you. “This is enough to radicalize me,” Haechan huffs bitterly before releasing Winter’s hand and stepping forward to pay. You notice with a curious tilt of your head that he’s taken longer than the rest of your friends so far, despite using Apple Pay, but you don’t think much of it until he’s walked away with Winter and it’s your turn at the register, where the attendant hands you a ticket with a smile.

“Oh, I didn’t pay yet—”

“The gentleman before you paid for your ticket,” she explains with a small nod, and you pause, mentally buffering before smiling at the attendant, taking the ticket, and walking to join your group.

When you meet up with them, Haechan already has his eyes trained in your direction, his left eyelid dropping down into a secretive wink before he grins at you. 

“You’re too much,” you mouth at him, walking up beside him to nudge him with your shoulder surreptitiously. He lets out a small chuckle and shrugs as casually as he can before he tickles the palm of your hand with his fingers in a gesture that has you wondering if he plans to hold both your hand and his girlfriend’s. Before the thought can gain much traction, however, the tour guide for your group appears and introduces herself as she passes out museum maps to everyone in your party.

After introducing herself, she takes you through a corridor to the Egyptian art section, walking you by a preserved tomb and detailing funeral processions and Egyptian customs. The guide herself is very engaging and the artwork is fascinating, but you actually came on a mission to see certain wings of the museum. As she walks you through the Egyptian art wing, you consult your map, trying to see if there’s a point coming up where you can casually separate from the group. 

Initially, you were following after the tour guide, but now you’re admittedly starting to fall towards the back of the group due to your lack of interest in this particular time period, when the exhibit at the end of the hallway you just passed catches your eye. 

You look around you to see if anyone in your tour group is around, observing that the coast is clear before you attempt to break off from your group and do your own thing.

“And where are you sneaking off to?” Haechan’s voice appears out of seemingly nowhere, making you gasp as you whip your head around to look at him.

“Why?” you ask, furrowing your brows. “Are you gonna snitch on me for leaving?”

“I’m not snitching,” he promises you, and you relax slightly before he continues with, “I’m coming.”

You stop short and look at him like he’s grown a second head. “You seem to be mistaken.” 

“Definitely not that,” Haechan assures you, and you roll your eyes before quickly turning to leave. He catches up with you easily, making you huff quietly in frustration, and continues to attempt to persuade you, saying, “You need someone with you in case you get lost.”

“Haechan, if I’m with someone and I’m lost, then I’m pretty sure they’re as good as lost too.” you explain slowly, and Haechan pauses to think, leaving you the open opportunity to slip away from him yet again.

He manages to find you yet again, grinning triumphantly when he does, and argues, “I think you should travel with someone—like me—who has a map.”

“Haechan, I am quite literally holding the map they just gave me.” you remind him, and he seems to buffer in real-time, lips parting to form a shocked little “O” shape that is, for all its silliness, stupidly attractive on him.

You’ll give it to him; he’s definitely not lacking in the looks department. 

“Well—haven’t you ever heard of the buddy system? There’s safety in numbers, y’know.” Haechan catches up with you once more as you speed walk down a mostly empty hallway. 

“Oh, my God, fine.” you whisper-yell exasperatedly. “Fine, you can come with me.”

He perks up immediately, smiling brightly and you can see his body relax as you gradually slow your pace into a comfortable stroll so he can fall into stride with you.

“Great,” he says happily. “Where are we going first?”

“Well, I really want to see the Greek sculptures…” you half-say, half-suggest hopefully.

“Okay, sounds great; let’s go!”

“Haechan.” 

“Mhm?”

“Can you walk faster, please? I’m not trying to lose a whole person in the Met.” you complain, stopping in your tracks and turning around to let Haechan catch up to you. The section you’re passing through is packed, the room filled with the din of various animated conversations all overlapping one another.

“Sorry, I’m just taking in all the art in front of me,” he replies, and your expression softens as you remember that this is, in fact, a museum exhibit you’re standing in and not merely a hallway to where you want to go.

“Yeah, the paintings are beautiful,” you agree, and he looks over at you with a confused look.

“Oh—yeah, the paintings are cool, too.” he answers unconvincingly, and you stare at him expressionlessly.

“What were you looking at if not the paintings?” you ask, confused, and he looks you up and down pointedly as if to answer your question. “You’re ridiculous,” you groan, turning to walk away.

“Oh, come on, you can’t blame me! You in that outfit is a goddamn masterpiece.” he defends himself, and you just sigh loudly as you keep walking. 

“Keep up!” you quip, and he catches up to you, leaning down slightly so his lips are by your ear.

“Don’t even get me started on this cute little skirt you’ve got on,” he murmurs suggestively, and an involuntary shudder travels down your spine from the ticklish sensation of his breath on the hair on the back of your neck. “Kinda driving me crazy,” he half-mumbles, half-chuckles.

“It can’t be that hard to drive you crazy,” you point out. “You already live on the corner of Bonkers Boulevard and Delulu Drive.”

“Wow, and you call me a menace?” he snorts in amusement, reaching over to pinch your side in retaliation and laughing when you dance away with a giggle. “Come back, I thought we had to stick together,” he complains.

You roll your eyes but stop just ahead of him, hands placed on your hips as you wait for him to catch up. 

“That’s better,” he finally says when he’s beside you once more. “You know, maybe we should hold hands.” he suggests, smiling wider and nodding vigorously in an attempt to convince you when you look over at him with a “no” already on the tip of your tongue.

“And why would we do that?” you ask, tilting your head to the side in a patronizing act of confusion.

“It’s crowded. What if someone walks between us and you turn to enter an exhibit but I don’t see where you went?” He frowns petulantly, and you scoff dismissively. 

“You can hold my purse,” you offer, holding it out to him.

“How is that gonna help me stay close to you?” he asks with a frown, and you shoot him a look.

“It’ll help me stay close to you,” you clarify. “All my stuff is in there, so I’m not going anywhere that bag’s not going.”

“Hm. I’d rather hold your hand but I guess this will do.” he sighs dramatically, and you snicker.

“Keep wishing.” you reply casually.

“Oh, I will. Got any loose eyelashes I can wish on and blow away?” 

“No.”

“Lucky pennies?”

“I don’t have change. Does the universe take Apple Pay?” you reply in a bored tone, and he snorts loudly in amusement.

“Man, gorgeous and funny,” he sighs contentedly, and it’s your turn to exhale in amusement. “Fine. I’ll wait until 11:11 to make the wish.”

“You know that because you told me what you’re gonna wish for, it’s not gonna come true now, right?” you remind him with a teasing smile, and his eyes widen comically.

“I’ll wish for something different.” he relents, and you can’t help but frown slightly at the crestfallen look on his face. You look around to see if anyone you know is nearby and, seeing no one, let out a defeated yet amused sigh before reaching out and linking your fingers with his. “I knew you liked me,” he remarks with an air of smug satisfaction, and you scowl at him before ripping your fingers from his. 

“...And you’re done.”

“Nope, too late,” he replies with a wide grin as he links his fingers with yours again, either oblivious to the fight you’re putting up or simply unfazed. “We’re locked in now.” he teases, and you raise your brows in a silent challenge. 

“Oh, yeah? Should I call you something cutesy like—oh,” you say, stopping mid-sentence and turning to look at him with a slowly growing mischievous smile. “What was that name Winter called you on the way here?”

“Oh, please don’t.” 

“Was it Snookums?” you think aloud, and he groans, tossing his head back dramatically.

“Please?”

“Cuddlebug?”

“No—”

“Oh!” you exclaim, snapping your fingers and pointing at him. “Pookie Bear.” you say triumphantly, and the grimace on his face is beyond rewarding.

“You don’t have to call me that,” Haechan says hurriedly. “In fact, I’d rather you not—”

“But I love calling you Pookie Bear, Pookie Bear.” you coo affectionately, putting extra emphasis on the embarrassing pet name to leave it dripping with saccharine sweetness.

“You know what’s kind of crazy?” he asks, and you shake your head.

“Besides you? No.”

“Ha, ha.” he drawls. “What’s crazy is that it’s kinda hot the way you say it.” he points out, and you whine loudly in protest. 

“I can’t have anything, man! I get to torment you back for less than two minutes, and your freaky little self likes it?” you gripe under your breath as you pull him towards the large sign indicating the doorway to the beginning of the Greek sculptures exhibit. “We’re here!” you announce happily.

“Anything I should know before we enter this section?” he asks curiously, and you think for a moment before nodding.

“Most, if not all, of these statues have micropenises.” you warn him, and roll your eyes instantly at the immediate amusement on his face. “Keep the dick jokes to a minimum.”

“You got it, princess.” he agrees, nodding cooperatively, and you whirl around to look at him.

“Princess?!”

“You call me Pookie Bear, I call you princess.” he says with a nonchalant shrug, and you narrow your eyes at him in a silent staredown. “It’ll grow on you,” he says confidently as he starts walking into the exhibit.

And as you’re tugged along after him, protesting all the while that “it most certainly will not,” you can’t help but feel like it already has—that is, if the sensation you’re feeling of a lone butterfly fluttering around your stomach has anything to do with it.

“Haechan,” you whisper urgently, shaking your linked hands to get his attention.

He looks over at you curiously, eyebrows raised expectantly, and you point towards a sign in the corridor. “What is it?” he asks. “The café?”

You nod. “I’m hungry.” 

“Honestly, I could eat,” he agrees, and you beam up at him, tugging him towards the entrance to the café.

The café is lovely, with a fairly large selection of ready-to-eat foods, and you and Haechan walk around the tables of food before you spot one in the distance and slip your hand out of his to go check it out. 

No less than a moment after you’ve let go of Haechan, he practically snatches your hand back up, stubbornly linking his fingers with yours once more.

When you shoot him a look, he just stares at you with a challenge in his eyes, daring you to let go again.

“You’re something else.” you laugh, and he shrugs.

“Give a guy a warning next time,” he replies. “I wasn’t ready to let go.”

“Warning: I’m about to let go,” you say patronizingly, and he just shakes his head. “Wh—no? What do you mean, no?”

”No, you’re not.” he says simply.

“I literally am,” you let out a laugh of disbelief before attempting to tug your fingers from his again. “Haechan, quit being a brat!”

“It’s in my DNA,” he replies with a dismissive shrug. “I like holding hands.”

“Hold your own hand, then.” you snicker, and he shakes his head decisively. 

“Like holding your hand better.” he coos fondly, and you roll your eyes. “Just take me with you to check out the food, princess.”

“I’m ignoring that,” you huff, but lead him to the sushi rolls you were staring at nonetheless. “Happy now?”

“Thrilled,” he confirms as he smiles over at you, and you bite down on your lip to hide the smile that threatens to greet him. “What are you gonna get?”

“Nothing crazy,” you muse, picking up a tray and inspecting the rolls inside. “Maybe just this and a drink.”

“Which one’s that?” Haechan asks curiously, peering over your shoulder. 

“California roll,” you answer with a smile before reaching into the refrigerated drink section and grabbing an organic peach soda.

Haechan follows your lead, picking up a sushi roll container and snagging a Dr. Pepper from the drink area before you two make your way to the cashier to pay.

The cashier greets you both with a friendly smile and rings you up first. When you’re about to pay, Haechan grips the back of your cardigan and firmly but gently pulls you away from the counter before tapping his phone to the payment screen.

“You didn’t need to do that,” you huff with a frown, and he just smiles as the receipt comes out.

“I’m a gentleman,” he replies simply as the cashier rings him up, and you snort in amusement.

“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” you ask dryly, and he narrows his eyes at you. When it’s his turn to pay, you inch closer to the payment screen in the hopes to return the favor, but Haechan is one step ahead of you, plucking your phone from your hand with ease and pocketing it before tapping his phone to the screen again.

“Yeah, it is,” he replies with a cheery grin, smugness laced in his voice. “Come on, let’s eat.”

You two thank the cashier before heading towards the back of the café, where you sit at the corner table, Haechan sliding in beside you.

“You couldn’t sit over there?” you ask flatly, gesturing to the empty spot in front of you, and he shakes his head with a teasing smile. “Of course not.” you sigh in defeat, instead opening your California roll tray and breaking the wooden chopsticks to start eating. “What’d you get?”

Haechan pauses to look at the label on his container before opening it. “Seaside salmon roll,” he replies, snapping his chopsticks neatly into two before picking up a piece of sushi from the carefully composed roll.

“Ooh, yum,” you say before placing a piece of your own roll into your mouth and chewing, your eyes sliding shut in bliss. “God, that’s good.”

“This sushi tastes like heaven,” Haechan groans happily, and you giggle, your mood lifting with some good food entering your system. 

“Hey,” you say as you pick up your next piece, “I just realized; what if they want to get food after this?” you ask, and he shrugs.

“Either we’re not hungry, or we get something small.” he suggests, and you nod in agreement before eating the next piece of sushi.

“Are you gonna be sneaky and pay for that, too?” you ask, unamused, and he nods proudly. “I can pay for my own food, you know; my librarian job makes decent pay.”

“Yeah, well, I can pay, too. My job definitely pays decently.” Haechan replies stubbornly.

“Oh, yeah? And what do you do?” you question.

“I’m a wine sommelier for a high-end restaurant downtown.” he answers proudly, and you purse your lips in quiet defeat.

“That actually does sound like a decent-paying job.” you admit, and he nods confidently. “Well, hey, did you know they sell wine here?” 

“Oh, yeah?” he asks, looking around for the wine menu and relaxing once you point it out to him. 

“Yep. So tell me, Mr. Sommelier, which wine would go best with my California roll?” you quiz him, and his lips quirk up into a smile.

“What’s the taste like?” he asks, and you pick up a piece and put it on his tray, signaling for him to try it. “Without tasting it, I’d say a nice… light, fruity wine would be good for this.” he suggests before placing the piece of sushi in his mouth. As he chews, his smile widens and he nods in confirmation, adding, “I’d definitely say a nice Pinot Grigio would go great with this. The sweet and light notes of the Pinot Grigio would go really well with the flavors here.”

You’re not going to lie to yourself; it’s a little attractive to see him talk about something he knows so much about. 

“Yeah?” you hum. “What about yours?”

“Oh, Pinot Noir, for sure. It’s sharp enough to match the heaviness of the salmon, but not too sweet where it takes away from the overall flavor.”

You nod, taking in the information and secretly composing yourself as your insides squeal girlishly at his confident explanation.

“That’s pretty cool, Haechan,” you remark, impressed, and he smiles in satisfaction.

“Isn’t it? You know, we should go on a wine tasting date some time.” he suggests, and you shoot him a suspicious side glance.

“A wine tasting what?” you press.

“Did I say date?” Haechan asks with a chuckle, and you nod slowly, still regarding him carefully. “I meant outing. A wine tasting outing.”

“Nice save,” you snort, and he huffs petulantly.

“It’s not my fault,” he defends himself. ‘I was distracted.”

You raise an eyebrow skeptically. “Distracted?” you ask, and he nods firmly.

“Yeah, your little skirt is messing with my head.” Haechan grunts, and you look down at your lap with a bewildered questioning noise.

To be fair, it is a cute skirt; your beige and black plaid pleated skirt was carefully selected from your closet earlier and clearly must have been a flattering choice, given that Haechan literally can’t keep his eyes off of you.

“Then look up and not at my legs, silly.”

“But if I look up, I see—” he starts to complain but stops as he does just that, looking up from his—well, your—lap and trailing off slowly as he gazes at you.

You’re pretty sure you don’t need to hear what he was going to say, because his face reads loud and clear; there’s desire swimming clearly in his gaze and his lips are parted ever so slightly as he spaces out staring back and forth from your lips to your eyes.

“If you look up, you see… my face?” you supply in an attempt to help him regain his sensibility, and his lips part more as he struggles to find the right words. “I mean, yeah, and my shirt? Well, it’s a white tank—like, yeah, it’s a little short, but—and this is just a beige cardigan, so it’s not as distracting if you look up instead—”

“If I look up,” Haechan says carefully, “I see you.”

For a moment, you’re rendered speechless as the implications of his words sink in.

Looking at him again, you realize there’s an awe in his eyes as he watches you, an adoration almost, and the context of him seeing you sets in. His eyes rove over your face with an almost greed, darting around rapidly as he frantically takes in every detail he can manage to commit to memory. 

He’s not looking at you like he’s undressing you, like he’s groping you with a glance; he’s looking at you like you’re one of the seven wonders of the world—like he can’t quite contemplate everything he’s seeing, but he’s damn sure going to try. His gaze caresses you like you’re an antique artifact at the museum that could break if you so much as stare at it too hard.

Observing the way he looks at you is the closest you’ve come yet to understanding how and why the eyes have been referred to as the windows to the soul. His gaze is so open, so vulnerable and wondrous that you have to ponder, for a moment, if this is what it looks like to fall in love.

You push the thought from your head as soon as it emerges, not willing to give it any space in your mind, but you can’t shake the way his gaze completely unravels you. 

He watches you like he can see every complexity of your personality in your pores; like he can see your unspoken words reflected in the gloss on your lips—like your eyes hold the manuscript of your hopes and dreams and he’s about to pore over it, memorizing it down to the letter.

He looks at you like he’s dangerously close to seeing you; you, past your barriers and caution tape; you, with all your intricacies and contradictions; and you, with all the hope and yearning and vulnerability you’ve had since your youth that you’ve been trying to convince everyone is no longer around. 

You’re utterly overwhelmed with all the thoughts swimming in your brain at the moment, and one thought swims up to the forefront, displaying itself loud and clear and unignorable. 

He looks at you like he’s falling in love.

“Haechan, please stop looking at me like that,” you beg in a whisper, scared to speak any louder in case your voice trembles. Something about the intensity of his gaze is beautiful and terrifying all at once, and you’re not ready for him to see you unraveled like this.

Haechan must be able to sense the panic in your voice, your underlying fear of being truly seen and known undoubtedly ringing out in the silence between you two, because he smiles reassuringly and relents, softening the intensity of his gaze until he’s displaying nothing more than mild curiosity and fascination.

“Thanks.” you mutter shyly, averting your gaze to inspect your cuticles in a feeble attempt to act natural.

“No problem. Can I say something, though?” he asks, and you nod, internally bracing yourself. “Have you heard of twin flames?”

“Yeah, isn’t that like soulmates, kinda?” you reply.

something about him was made for somebody like me baby, come over, come over and god knows i’m trying, but there’s just no use in denying

“Kinda,” he says slowly. “Some people call them ‘mirror souls,’” he explains. “Essentially, they’re two people with an intense soul connection that makes them complete when they’re together.”

You pout thoughtfully. “Like two halves of a whole?”

“Something like that, yeah,” he agrees. “The term ‘mirror souls’ is a bit more fitting, because they complement each other; they’re opposites in crucial ways, but in ways that could either ruin things or make them work really well together.”

”Okay,” you say carefully. “Well, thanks for the mini lesson. Why’d you bring that up?”

“I feel drawn to you.” he explains in a rush, almost like he’s been waiting for the opportunity to say it. “Like, I can’t explain it, but when I first met you, I felt—I don’t know—something.”

“I’d wager that the something you felt was just the blood rushing down to your d—” you remark dryly, but he cuts you off, shaking his head. 

“It wasn’t.” he insists. “I felt a connection. And you felt it too—remember?”

“No,” you lie. You remember all too well, actually. 

“You flirted with me.” he reminds you with a triumphant grin, and you frown. 

“That was before I found out you were dating my friend!”

“So the connection magically went away? Hm? The initial attraction you had to me just vanished into thin air?” he presses.

“I locked it in a closet.” you admit. “It can’t come out.”

“Well, unlock it.”

“I have swallowed the key.” you reply stubbornly.

“Well, I’m picking the lock.” he counters, and you gape at him indignantly.

“You can’t do that!”

“And why not?”

“You have a girlfriend.” you remind him, and he has the audacity to scoff and roll his eyes, making you gasp in horror. “Ooh, I’m telling.”

“Who cares about that?” he asks, waving a hand dismissively.

“Um, gee, I would wager that your girlfriend does.” you reply sarcastically. “And you should care, too.”

“All that yapping—”

“I know this boy did not just say I’m yapping—”

“—and you still didn’t say that you care.” he finishes, and you stop short, blinking at him in surprise. “Gotcha.”

“Oh, shut up,” you groan. “I’m not your girlfriend, you know—I don’t have to put up with this.”

“Do you want to be her?” he asks, and you freeze, staring at him incredulously.

“No? I barely know you, and from what I do know, you like stepping out on your girlfriend.”

“False. I don’t like to step out on my girlfriend,” he corrects you, and you roll your eyes. “I just like you.”

“Stop saying that.” you warn.

“I mean it.” he says simply.

“You’re gonna get us in trouble if you keep talking like that.” you reply nervously.

“The risk is so worth it though, don’t you think?” he murmurs conspiratorially, and you stare at him blankly.

”No.” you reply flatly, entirely unamused.

Haechan pouts—somehow handsomely—and nudges you with his shoulder, saying, “Come on… try living a little.” 

“No.”

”You know you want to.” he coaxes, and you grumble unintelligibly under your breath.

”What I want is for you to drop the subject,” you say, batting your lashes at him for the effect. “Pretty please?”

His gaze darkens slightly. “Beg again.”

“I didn’t beg!” you splutter, both indignant and flustered by the shift in the air. “I requested politely.” 

“Well, request politely again. You’re really cute when you do that, you know.”

”And on that note, this conversation is over. Now,” you say slowly, patting your lap and nudging him with your shoulder. “I think we should probably get back. Y’know… before they notice we went missing.”

“I guess you’re right,” Haechan agrees with a reluctant sigh, gathering your and his food containers and standing up. “Lead the way, princess.”

“Don’t call me that,” you whisper loudly, and he grins cheekily as you two make your way to exit the museum café.

“Stop liking it and I’ll stop doing it.” He retorts, stopping in front of you suddenly so you bump into him. 

“Haechan!” you can’t help but laugh at his refreshingly playful nature, and he looks over at you with a twinkle in his eyes. “Has anyone ever told you you’re kind of a brat?”

“Yes, actually.” he replies thoughtfully. “But it takes one to know one.”

You stop short and he turns back to look at you curiously. “Are you calling me a brat?”

“Yes,” he replies easily with a smile. “Yes, I am.” And before you can retaliate, he’s speed walking towards the garbage to throw out your waste, stopping just in front of the exit to wait for you. When you get closer, still staring at him with narrowed eyes, he shoots you a dazzling smile and opens the door, holding it for you.

”Ladies first.”

“Oh, now you’re a gentleman.”

“What do you mean, ‘now?’” Haechan replies, shocked. “I let you sit first, I held the door for you, I threw out your garbage for you and paid—”

“Which you definitely shouldn’t have done, by the way.” you interject, and he stares blankly at you. “Don’t get me wrong, my wallet and I appreciate you greatly, but I was more than capable of paying for myself.”

“It’s okay,” he muses lightheartedly, shrugging. “You can just make it up to me sometime.”

You pause, staring at him suspiciously. “And how would I do that?”

“I’ll come up with something,” he replies with a small secretive smile. 

“I don’t like the sound of that.” you say slowly, and he laughs, throwing his arm around your shoulders goodnaturedly. 

“It won’t be anything drastic,” he assures you. “Just something like… a kiss.”

“A kiss?” you splutter, and he grins, nodding. “You’d better be joking.”

He turns his head towards you, tightening his grip around your neck not enough to be overbearing but just enough to prevent you from turning your face away. “And what if I’m not?” His voice softens as he continues, “Hm?”

A long silence passes between you two—far longer than socially acceptable—during which Haechan stares pointedly at your mouth and you attempt to avoid doing the same. After what feels like ages, you break the tension-laden quiet by clearing your throat and walking forward and out of his embrace.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?” you say over your shoulder, and Haechan chuckles as he catches up to you.

“I do.” he replies simply, and you snort. He leans over, bringing his lips to your ear, and murmurs, “And I think you like it.”

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Secrets Out Pt.1 (Wendy x Seulgi)

Wendy (Step Sister) is back X Seulgi X Male Reader

Tags: Shower Sex, Risky Sex Blowjob, Double Blowjob, Spitting, Deepthroat, Daddy Kink, Threesome, Riding, Face Sitting and much more!

This is a NEW series which is continuing off from The Big Reveal. Hope you guys enjoy.

(Y/n’s POV)

Ugh school… WHY?! I just want to be glued to my bed all day.

“Honey? Wake up, time for school.” Really mom?

Just kill me honestly. After finally getting up from my comfortable bed I should be sleeping in, I grabbed myself a change of clothes before heading out to have a shower. There’s only one problem… My Sister is in the shower already.

Last weekend. One of the craziest things ever happened. What is it you ask? Well to keep it short and sweet, I not only fucked my big sister Wendy, but I also got to fuck her hot friends too.

I could remember every single second of it. Even after that Wendy and I would mess around. Speaking of Wendy… I look around to make sure the coast is clear. Good! I’m gonna get in and surprise her.

(Wendy’s POV)

Nothing more like starting off the morning with a nice warm shower. I love the feeling of the water dripping down my body… and feeling Y/n’s cock inside me- okay wait what?! Fuck!

That dumbass really got me needing him more. Oh who am I kidding, I’ve always been needing him. I even sucked his dick under the table while having dinner with our mom there as well. Luckily she didn’t catch us.

I’m getting wet. I-I… need him. I slide my hands down to my pussy, rubbing it just like how he does it to me.

“Mmm Y/n I need you’re touch.” I moan softly to myself.

“I see you can’t stop thinking about me sis.” My eyes widened.

I turn around, see Y/n and before I could scream he covers my mouth and pins me against the shower glass. I look up into his eyes.

“Shhh mom will hear you.” He whispers. Even the way he talks is making me more wet.

He finally removed his hands and I cover my body.

“What are you doing here dumbass?!” I asked him and he rolls his eyes.

“Come on, you’re really coving up even though I’ve seen you naked before when we fuck?” This tease.

I slap his arms and continued to wash up as I tried to ignore him. I felt him hold me from behind, feeling his hands roam around my body. Fuck Y/n you’re killing me. I bite my lip hard trying not to give him a reaction he wanted out of me.

“Come on, don’t you need my touch sis?” H-his hands! His rubbing my pussy.

“S-shut up and let’s hurry and finish up before mom suspects something.” I tell him but he doesn’t listen. No surprise there since he barely listens to me.

“Shhh she won’t.” I felt his lips on my neck. It turned me on so much I even let out a little moan. He smirks against my skin.

“You like that don’t you?”

“S-shut up you perv.” I tell him as he keeps going.

I felt his cock press against my ass. This fucker! You know what? Two can play that game!

(3rd Person View)

Wendy turns and Kisses Y/n deeply while stroking his cock slowly making him harder and turned on. They pull away as they look into each others eyes

“Hurry up and fuck me!” Wendy whispers.

And with that, no hesitation from Y/n as he turns her around again, bends her over as she was against the shower glass once again. He lines himself up along her pussy and slides into her.

Y/n let’s put a grunt while Wendy let’s put a moan as she feels him deep inside her. Y/n grabs her hips and start to thrust deep and hard as their bodies slap against each others.

“You fucking like that Wendy? You like when bro fucks you so good?” He slams into her harder causing her to roll her eyes back.

“Y-yesifuckingloveit!” She moans uncontrollably.

Y/n gives Wendy a light spank on her ass, leaving a mark which she didn’t mind at all as she was filled with lust.

“F-fuck you’re so deep inside of me!” She moans and looks over her shoulder at her brother.

(Y/n’s POV)

A knock can be heard and we both look at each other.

“Don’t stop.” She whispered to me which I nodded and keep fucking her tight pussy.

“Wendy, are you okay in there?” Mom asks her.

“Y-yeah mom I’m fine just- f-fuck!” She moans leaving mom confused. I chuckled.

“Calm down mom will catch us.” I whispered and tease her more while fucking her faster and deeper. She turns and slaps my hand.

“S-shut up dumbass!” She whispered to me.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Y-yes mom I’m okay. I-I feel s-so… s-so fucking good right now.”

“W-well okay. I’m off to work now, make sure your brother gets ready. I love you.” She says before leaving.

“Love you too!” She yells back.

Mom leaves and she pulls my cock out of her before turning to me and said…

“Take me to your bed and fuck me!”

(A little time skip)

We finish up and Wendy raises from between my legs, wiping her mouth.

“Thanks for giving me my breakfast baby boy.” She winks after swallowing my load I shot into her mouth.

She leaves my room, telling me to hurry up and get ready. What a great way to start the morning.

I put in my clothes get my bag and keys then wait for Wendy. She comes down a few minutes later and see her with a nice, beautiful dress which looked so sexy on her. The things I’d do to her right now with that dress on.

“You look beautiful Wendy.” I tell her causing her to blush and look away. I chuckled.

“T-Thanks dumbass. We also gotta pick up Seulgi on the way to school. She needs a ride.” She tells me which I didn’t mind at all.

We head over to Seulgi’s and she comes out with a nice blue dress that looked absolutely fucking great on her. Look at her curves!

She enters the car with a big smile and puts on her seat belt.

“Hi Y/n! Hey Wendy!” She greeted us warmly.

“Hey baby, you look really great today. Love that dress you got on.” I flirt. Wendy doesn’t seem to like it when I flirt with her friends.

Seulgi blushes and bites her lip.

“Okay not now! Let’s get to school before we arrive there late.” In a rush are we sis?

“Yes ma’am I’m on it.” I start to drive.

“You’re annoying you know that?” She rolled her eyes.

“So how was the sex on his bed this morning?” Seulgi asks with a teasing smirk which caused her to get a slap on the arm by Wendy.

“Y-you weren’t supposed to mention what I told you in front of him!” She scolds her.

“Oww okay okay!” Seulgi rubs her arm.

“Wendy relax. You okay Seulgi?” I asked her and she nodded.

“W-Wendy? Could I maybe have your brother again?” She asks.

“Eww what?! No!”

“Oh come on, you’ve got to have so many turns with him and plus, I’ve been missing the feeling of him inside me.” She looks over at me and I wink at her.

“I missed that feeling too.” I tell her.

“Okay first of all, I’m right here, and secondly, I’m not just gonna sit aside and watch you guys fuck! We got school to go too!” Wendy isn’t a fan of being late to school.

“Who said anything about watching when you can join us?”

“Yeah she’s right sis come on.” Why does Wendy have to be a party pooper?

“No! That’s final.” She looks out the window as silence fill the car.

(Meanwhile)

Slurping, choking, moaning and spitting. If you haven’t guessed it yet, Wendy changed her mind last second and here we are, in the backseat all together, naked as they share my cock.

“Mmm that’s it keep sucking just like that. You’re so good at this Seulgi.” I smile and praise her as she winked and bobbed her head all the way down my length.

My cock hits the back of her throat which felt like I was in a dream world. She chokes and pulls away to catch her breath then spits on my shaft. Meanwhile, Wendy was doing fucking amazing with my balls in her mouth. I could feel her tongue just run circles around each of them and felt the vibrations on my balls from her moans.

They both switch as Wendy takes me into her mouth and Seulgi taking my balls.

“Mmm you like that huh perv? You like the way your big sis sucks your big fat cock?” Wendy smirked as she continued to blow me.

“Shut up and just keep sucking.” I lean my head back in pleasure.

They keep going until they eventually pull away.

“Lay down daddy. I wanna show you how a good girl rides.” Seulgi really turns me on with the way she talks.

I listen and lay down as she straddles my lap and Wendy straddles my face with her pussy. Fuck what a time to be alive. Without wasting time. Seulgi slumps down on my cock, riding like there’s no tomorrow while Wendy sits her ass on my face. Moans fill out the car but Seulgi let’s out a scream.

“Ahhh fuck Y/n your cock is deep inside of me! I-it’s so big!” She yells in complete pleasure.

“S-Seulgi be q-quiet… p-people might hear- f-fuck right there! Fuck me with your tongue baby boy!” She let’s out a yell as well as she couldn’t help herself.

I grip Seulgi’s hips and squeeze onto Wendy’s ass. The car was shaking like crazy with the way they were both riding me. They both switch places as Wendy rides me as I get a taste Of Seulgi’s soaked pussy.

“F-fuck bro! Your dick is so good.”

“K-Kiss me Wendy.” They both pull each other into a heated make out, moaning into each other’s mouths.

Having Wendy and Seulgi is one of the best things in the world, but how could I forget Joy? Yeri? And Irene? Having all five is so much better but hey, I’m not complaining.

After a while of riding both my face and cock, I felt Seulgi release onto my face and Wendy onto my cock.

“Ahhh f-fuck yesss y/n!” The both moan before getting off of me.

They both look at me with a stare full of lust and smile.

“Daddy still needs to cum. How about we help your brother unload?” She looks at Wendy with a smirk.

“You read my mind. Don’t be afraid to let it all out baby boy.��� She winks and they both get in between my legs just like before and lick up from the base to my tip slowly.

The both kiss my tip and stop as Wendy takes her phone out.

“Let’s make a video for our girls. You wouldn’t mind taking the video do you baby boy?” Wendy looks up at me.

“Not at all.” I say and smile as I take the phone and hit record.

They kiss my tip again.

“Hey girls. You’re missing out. Too bad you guys can’t be here.” They both tease the other girls and down my cock into their mouths.

They both take turns slurping my cock and occasionally spit on it before making out with my cock in the middle. I was going completely crazy. Watching them pass my cock around to each other like it was delicious food.

“Give us your cum baby boy.” Wendy strokes me.

“Give it all to us daddy. Give us your big yummy load. Shoot it down our throats.”

Their dirty talk is fucking amazing I can feel myself getting closer… and closer… and-.

“I-I’m gonna cum. Open up!” I tell them and they listen and do what I said.

They open their mouths and smile as they both wait patiently for my load. They both stroke me which took me into another dimension.

I watch as my load shoots out and down their throats but some hitting their beautiful faces. They smile and giggle as they start to play with my cum and share it. These girls are crazy. They make out before swallowing my cum and show the camera that there was none left but a mess still on their faces.

“See you guys soon.” They both blow a kiss and wink before I end the video. Wendy takes her phone and sends it to Joy, Irene and Yeri.

Seulgi cleans her face and lick the remaining cum off her fingers. Wendy does the same and looks up at me.

“You made a mess dumbass. Lucky you, I don’t mind cleaning it off.” She smirked.

They both get up and sit on each of my legs and lean in for a three way kiss. We made out for what felt like ages before we pull away to catch our breaths.

“Let’s get to class now.” Seulgi says and we nodded as we all get our clothes back on and head into the school.

We head to our classes which of course, we all received a detention. Was it worth it? Fuck yeah it was. I’m also glad we didn’t get caught. Word does go around pretty quick.

(Unknown POV)

What the fuck?! I just witnessed Y/n fucking Seulgi… and his step sister in his car?! I heard screams in the parking lot and decided to check it out, that’s when I saw the scene happen in front of my eyes.

I recorded most of it. I can’t wait to show the girls… though, looking through the video, Y/n’s dick is making me… wet. Fuck I wonder how he feels inside- okay enough! I got to get out of here and change my panties.

To be continued!

I’m so so sorry I took so long to put something out. Personal reasons that prevented me to do so. But I’m back and hope I can be consistent like how I was before. I hope you guys enjoyed and sorry if it was a little shorter than expected but I wanted to get rid of the cobwebs when it comes to writing. Again I hope you enjoyed and… this is only the beginning.😉

(If there’s any errors please let me know and I’ll fix it. Thank you!)

[unholybacon355]

Kinktober Day 30: GP! Kang Seulgi x M! Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

There is a formula to describe and calculate a perfect circumference, and you were sure you can apply that as the best description for Seulgi’s ass. The shape of her butt is as perfect as can humanly be possible, and for sure bigger than anyone could expect for someone with her contexture. Even with clothes on her butt is wonderful, and completely naked Seulgi’s ass looks like a work of art from some divine creature.

That’s in part why you love so much eat and fuck her delicious booty, more in this conditions when she were about to take a shower after come back from running in the park nearby. Her back and rear are covered in sweat adding a whole new gama of tastes to her back entrance, and that makes you eat with more hunger.

You're kneeling before her, spreading her butthocks with both hands to gain more access to her wrinkled entrance. Seulgi is grabbing the sink and to support her weight while you do wonders on her asshole. Your tongue traces circles caressing every single inch of her sweaty ring of muscles, even going inside sometimes with just the tip. That drive her crazy and makes Seulgi’s cock twitch with all the blood and excitement you're making run through her body, so you know you also need to caress her in that part. 

 Your fingers surround her tick shaft while your tongue keeps doing magic in her ass. Seulgi immediately moans loudly when she feels your hand taking care of her hard dick. Now your mouth and your hand are working extra time to give her all the pleasure she deserves.

The taste of her ass is so wonderful that almost have your mind in black, because you're just focused on eating and pumping. Now your tongue is blatantly attacking her anus and penetrating as much as you can. The taste of her inner walls is somehow even better and you can feel in your tongue the pulsations of her anus contrasting rhythmically with the ones on her dick. Seulgi is so hard on your hand but at the same time her ass is so open that she almost can't keep supporting her weight. Her toned legs are threatening to make her fall because her knees are already shaking for all the pleasure you're giving her. 

The pure act of eating her ass in this almost animal way is enough to have you hard as hell too. You want to fuck Seulgi’s pretty back hole, after all you have worker to have it covered in your saliva and already kinda opened for you. But you know first you have to make her cum in order to be able to fuck her against the sink and rearrange her insides. 

So you increase your pace on your hand , also graving her cock more firmly and twisting it a little to make Seulgi start leaking pre cum. She’s close and you can tell it, just a few more pumps convinced with the work of your tongue and SDeulgi can’t hold it anymore. She’s a mess of whimpers and moans, with her legs shaking and her heavy balls arching. She’s almost begging for the liberation of the climax, and you have her exactly where you want. 

You put your tongue as deep as you can inside her rectum pressing your face against her perfect butthocks. You aren’t able to see anymore what you are doing but you don’t need it, you know her body so well. That’s why white some more pumps of your hand you feel how her semen is going through her dick and how Seulgi starts cuming, shooting her semen to the tiled floor of the bathroom. 

Quickly you move you had to her tip to collect as much of her white and hot semen you can, because there isn’t a better anal lube than the semen of your beloved partner. And of course you are planning to spread her how semen on her anus and fuck her relentless once she stops shaking product of her orgasm. 

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

bad boy, sad girl, m | myg

maybe you are not that into me i hate to admit it, honestly if I take one step closer take a couple of steps back it’s like this again, sick of love – bad boy, sad girl by SEULGI ft. BE’O

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, rough sex, cowgirl, fingering, public sex at a beach at night on the hood of a car, blowjob); Yoongi's POV

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The silence was so deafening that it threatened to tear apart the ocean.

“Love is a sandcastle,” he finally said.

They stood beside each other but the distance could not be greater.

“What shame is there to lose to the water, then?”

He didn’t have an answer to that.

“I really would have preferred to be drowned by the water than torn apart by you,” she said, stepping back and away from his beautiful garden of colorless roses.

-

He tried not to feel the cavity in his chest with her hands around his neck.

Her fingers fanned over his shoulders, palms over his clavicles, and he stared into her eyes as she took him anywhere but home. She didn’t take away his breath. He did that on his own, holding it prisoner in his lungs, his hard knuckles digging into her hips, pushing down, clenching his jaw at the hellish tightness that threatened to consume. He did not fight it. Fighting against that insanity was futile.

He also never wanted to win in the first place.

Heated physicality. Her fingernails turned inward, tattooing half-moons into his memories, rolling her hips into his in a vicious, visceral smack. Her chin lifted, an eyebrow raising, her lips parting. The pleasure crawled into every nerve, poisoning all reason, and he watched her messy hair slide down her shoulder when he tilted his hips and drove himself in, again, deeper. Her palm pressed against his sternum. She snapped her hips into his crotch and he hissed, feeling his cock swell into slick, punishing walls. Again. Again, and again, until it was countless and indescribable. The scent of lust began to prevail all others.

Heavy, sweet, stained with bitterness.

He tried to get back into his head, tried not to be dazed by the haze, tried but gripped tighter, each thrust blossoming desire more intense than the last. Chasing. Wordless. Exhale out, harder. Her eyes cast down and he stole that moment of safety, watching her breasts bounce in the air, hard nipples sticking straight out, core tight, his glistening length disappearing as he felt her hands slip off his shoulders, twisting the sheets next to his quivering throat.

His head snapped back.

Her pussy squeezed all around his length in a powerful spasm. All of his muscles tensed to the point of burning, his vision becoming bursts of light underneath his eyelids as her orgasm surged through him, his breathing stuttering when she felt her continue regardless, growl in her chest while her hips slapped down. Power veered like a seesaw, from her hips to his hands, locking his hold to keep her body still, slamming his hips upward with a breathless moan.

He tried to remember why.

Why didn’t matter in the face of euphoric oblivion.

He felt her lean forward, hot gasp on his exposed neck, the angle nearly driving him over the edge, but he steeled his resolve and thrust again, again, loud and hard and with all his might, the pace following the rapid pulse thundering in his ears, half-opening his eyes to a tangled black maze he could barely see through. His own hair. Didn’t matter. He wasn’t searching for details.

Just confirmation of reality.

She was looking down, her heated breath washing over his shivering chest.

“F… Fuck!”

He gritted his teeth and screamed in his throat, forcing his hips up as they flinched, the thin thread inside him snapping, his throbbing cock spilling into the condom with thick, twitching spurts. The border of pain and pleasure undefinable through the intensity, gasping, pressing his hard fingertips into her soft ass.

He tried not to think about it.

Not when his teeth sank into her shoulder.

Not when his hips descended again, making a loud, irreversible, wet smack.

Not when her fingers closed in around his forearms and patterned him with aching pink lines.

He didn’t moan her name and she didn’t breathe his. He just pushed himself to the brink of death and, when he reached that point, he switched to bury his fingers up to his knuckles, drenching his hand with her slick, painting himself with bruising kisses and her teeth marks over his neck, anything for the rush, anything for the crushing wave to overwhelm one of them again.

All so he could siphon off her ecstasy and make it his own.

It was selfish stealing and he didn’t care.

She put her clothes back on while he stared at the ceiling. She didn’t ask what they were. He didn’t ask how it was. He didn’t say anything at all, the soreness killing him less than the silence. She left.

He sat up.

She stared at him from the open bedroom door.

He froze, startled at his incorrect assumption. She tilted her head, bundled in a black and white flannel, tight black crop top, and baggy black pants with chains on them. The clinking sound had ceased for several minutes. Perhaps he had been far too deep in his thoughts to gauge time correctly.

After an eternity, she ticked her chin at him.

“About what you said.”

He could only reply with a silent shift of his eyes. She waited. He flicked his gaze back.

She smiled.

It was disconnected from this moment.

“We hide behind ambiguity to avoid facing inevitability.”

He frowned.

She turned around and left for real this time.

-

“What?”

He paused, his hand on her forearm, his lips over-bitten. She didn’t understand his hesitation.

“What did you mean by the word ‘inevitability’?” he asked, hot all over.

She scoffed.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

His body trembled, craving the fix, but he denied it, shaking his head instead. She sighed, pulling back. The dark, swirling ocean was right there. Right in front of them, cold and life-sucking in the depths of the night. The car simmered on idle as if it was an irate, unwilling participant to this rendezvous. She stared out to the water, diving into it with her eyes, leaving the acid smoke of the lustful air that had saturated seconds before.

“What do you even want, Min Yoongi?” she snapped.

“Want?” he echoed. Gave his usual answer. “Nothing.”

She glanced back.

“Then what’s the problem?”

He held her gaze for a moment before looking down at his pale hands that he had abused through guitars, wood-working, and clutching a pen too hard. The scent of pressed paper still clung to his skin, or at least it seemed that way from all the notepads he had torn up in the past week, trying his best to give words to a concept that gave him a damn headache.

“What do you want?” He retorted question with question.

She let out a rapid-fire breath.

“You to give a definition to this nothing you speak of,” she chuckled.

The sound died out like a scream.

They stared at the water that simply roared back. It was too vast to stay silent, even from this distance. He chewed on his lower lip. After a few minutes, he lifted his hand and reached over, placing his palm on her bare thigh. It was easy, for she was wearing a black t-shirt dress with a heavy dark denim jacket over it, and her knees were far apart, not caring about ladylike status in this situation.

He turned his head slightly.

Their eyes met.

“You done philosophizing?” she asked.

He didn’t reply. Just leaned forward to close the distance. The setting was it. The time of night were all bad decisions came to light. The ocean sound masked soundless gasps and breathless moans. Moonlight streamed down only to be reflected away by the mirrored surface commanded by its pull. Their pocket of darkness could not be intruded upon unless someone was deliberately looking for the same type of sinful seclusion.

Right place.

Desperation could create warriors and innovators. Her knee braced against the edge of the hood of his car as his exhale drifted into her open mouth, shuddering when he slid inside. The condom wrapper skittered away, chased by the wind, but they were too locked in embrace to notice. Hips flush, moving in unison to the waves. The ocean threatened, but their bodies burned away the cold with wicked friction and blinding need. One arm wrapped around her waist under her jacket. Her still-warm, still-sticky arousal stuck to his crotch and balls. He thrust deeper, slow. Her fingers tangled into his hair. Stings of pain from her insistence and his head hooked forward, increasing the hurt, catching her lips with strings of saliva between them. His other hand was planted onto the car hood, straining to maintain some measure of control.

Wrong person.

She was balanced on tiptoe of a heavy black boot and one knee, but inside she pulled him in, tight and wet and closer, pulsing all around his length, forcing him to close his eyes and tip his head back, thrusting harder, rougher, succumbing to the indecency of this high, gasping to the sound of water crashing into sand.

“You can start the car.”

The used condom was crumpled up into a wad of take-out tissues.

His lungs hurt from the salt and exertion.

“There’s much better than me, you know,” he said, one hand on the wheel and not touching the ignition.

He didn’t look at her.

“And yet you keep calling me,” she replied.

The dark sea slapped against the shore.

“You don’t have to answer.”

He couldn’t hear it that well though the closed car doors.

“I don’t.”

He waited her for to elaborate. She did not.

He started the car.

-

He tried to breathe.

She looked down at him, his taste clinging to her lips in thick white smears.

“Everyone loses when it comes to life. The way to win is to not give a fuck about the rules.”

Her pink tongue slid out and licked away the remnants.

His brows furrowed.

“What?”

She shrugged. His chest was on fire. The desire below had barely subsided. His nerves were still shooting blanks. She tilted her hand, his trapped between her arms. Her hair curled around her shoulders and brushed against his naked torso, creating a cocoon of illusionary safety.

She stared into his eyes.

“You seem afraid to be a loser, Min Yoongi. That’s all.”

His palms were on the bed, behind him, holding him up on shaky ground.

“I do not lose,” he exhaled, his voice gravelly with annoyance.

Her lashes lowered. She removed her arms from his shoulders. Her hair swept away from him, their closeness disappearing with it. He stilled. It would have been better not to reply after all. She slipped between his knees again. He stiffened, watching carefully. Her fingers fanned over his white thighs, leaning in again.

She paused over his half-hard, still leaking cock.

Looked up.

“What shame is there to lose to the inevitable?” she asked.

And swallowed him.

He tensed, the pressure of persistent tongue and slippery softness eating away at his introspection. The simulation circled around the base, slowed, lazy licking accompanied by the slow scratch of nails on sensitive skin. His balls glided over her fingertips, nudged forward into the tip of her tongue as the back of her throat choked the swollen head of his cock. Consistent control and power. Her lips pressed around his girth, forward, back, fluttering pleasure that mounted to something unbelievable.

His high rose like the swell of a wave and crashed just as violently.

He could feel the way his cock twitched and hit the back of her throat, shivering into the steady pulse of muscle curl around him. She slid back, forth, so slow it was serene, a heightened suspension prolonged by pooled saliva and wet softness.

She waited.

He pulled himself together, strings and all.

Stared at her under a curtain of black, his hair barely an obstacle to those knowing eyes.

“Love is a sandcastle,” he said once more in between pants. “Flimsy and held together by what will destroy it eventually.”

She nodded.

Agreeing.

“And devotion will be a choice you make every time you call,” she said, his taste still lingering on her breath.

He breathed out, unable to think straight.

He held out his scarred hand.

She took it.

it's a misunderstanding i'm not a bad boy, bad boy, bad boy i don't want to make you cry like a sad girl, sad girl, sad girl

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masterpost

[ad0rechuu]

۪ ★ ۫ MILKY WAY ୨୧

based on milky way by seohyun

SYNOPSIS. ━━━━━ It’s not everyday that your friends childhood friend turns out to be the girl that you literally have a fan account for, but for Seonghwa, San and Mingi it’s become a reality. being able to get close to your bias is great! even if she does have a raging crush on someone else…

6mar23 | st. 09/03/23 ━ fn. 31/08/23

pairing. ━━━━━ college students! fans! park seonghwa, choi san, song mingi x fem! idol! reader (x idol! oc)

featuring. ━━━━━ ateez, kang seulgi (red velvet), fatou samba (black swan), park sujin aka swan (purple kiss), shin yuna (itzy), do hanse (former victon) oc, fem oc

genre. ━━━━━ smau, written, humor/crack, fluff, angst, suggestive, love square, idol/college au, strangers to friends to lovers, really slow burn, pinning, secret identity

warnings. ━━━━━ i’m not a native english speaker so my english might be a little off sometimes ! ! ! timestamps/sm numbers mean nothing, sexism/slutshaming, swearing, mentions of food/sex/serious topic, kys/kms and other questionable jokes, use of pictures for yn but only for reference (only of dark skin poc used), cyber bullying, ssngs, mental illness/anxiety, mentions of alcohol/drugs. small age gaps, more thorough warnings in the actual chapters, let me know if missed smth

notes. ━━━━━ the taglist is closed, spam likes are fine but consider reblogging with comments of ur thoughts (not only on my work but on other authors work too!) credits to the rightful owners of all the graphics n music

PROFILES. ━━━━━ SANRIO TRASH (STAR) ᜊ THE VIRGINITY CORNER (ATEEZ + YNS BBGS) ᜊ EXTRAS

PART 1. PRE TIME SKIP :

★ CH 000. prologue: HONGJOONG HAS FRIENDS?!

★ CH 001. CLONE FANTASY

★ CH 002. THE JASPER TO MY SHERLOCK

★ CH 003. SUS, VERY SUS

★ CH 004. DON’T LEAVE ME TALL FUCK

★ CH 005. EDIBLE SCENTED CANDLE

★ CH 006. MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW

★ CH 007. ONE OF THE GIRLIES

★ CH 008. SHES SO PRECIOUS!!

★ CH 009. IS YN OKAY?

★ CH 010. NO FANBOYING

★ CH 011. INTRODUCTIONS: PART I

★ CH 012. INTRODUCTIONS: PART II

★ CH 013. SUPER COOL AND HOT (RESPECTFULLY)

★ CH 014. AESPA WAS RIGHT

★ CH 015. GODDAMNIT PARK SEONGHWA

★ CH 016. WHAT THE H*CK

★ CH 017. I’M SO HASTAG SRS

★ CH 018. OPERATION: YNGYU

★ CH 019. HE’S UP TO NO GOOD

★ CH 020. PRAISE KINK ERA

★ CH 021. BAES JUST LIKE ME FR

★ CH 022. NVM Y’ALL HE RESPONDED

★ CH 023. TWO HEART EMOJIS

★ CH 024. RPS LEGEND

★ CH 025. KANG POMPOMPURIN

★ CH 026. BEGINNING OF A CHEESY ROMCOM

★ CH 027. WTFDYM

★ CH 028. IMAGINE NOT TALKING

★ CH 029. BLACK LIST SPEED RUN

★ CH 030. AS LONG AS SHE’S HAPPY

( EXTRA. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT:: PART i )

PART 2. POST TIME SKIP :

★ CH 031. BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE

★ CH 032. AS HOT AS I EXPECTED

★ CH 033. MY BABIES (AND KIM HONGJOONG)

★ CH 034. EVEN THE YANDERES

★ CH 035. DONGSAENG ZONED

★ CH 036. A STRANGE FEELING

★ CH 037. OLD FRIENDS

★ CH 038. I DON’T THINK I’M OKAY

★ CH 039. MINGI UR A PATHOLOGICAL LIAR

★ CH 040. LOVELY

★ CH 041. STEP BY STEP

★ CH 042. DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT

★ CH 043. OOPS

★ CH 044. WHATDIDIDOTOMYSELF

★ CH 045. LOVE LETTERS TO LEE HYORI

★ CH 046. LOSER DOESN’T EVEN DESCRIBE IT

★ CH 047. IF ONLY SHE KNEW

★ CH 048. LE’ ASTRE

( EXTRA. STAR’S 5TH MINI ALBUM :: LE’ ASTRE )

★ CH 049. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT’S UNHOLY

★ CH 050. I’M ALRIGHT, I PROMISE

★ CH 051. BUTTERFLIES

★ CH 052. #STAR IS KILLING ME

★ CH 053. OK? OK! OK

★ CH 054. PURSUE HAPPINESS

★ CH 055. WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL ME

★ CH 056. THE TRUTH

★ CH 057. SERA WATANABE

★ CH 058. XD

★ CH 059. MILKY WAY

★ CH 060. LOVE

( EXTRA. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT:: PART ii )

ENDING O1.

★ 00i. PERUVIAN LILIES

★ 0ii. THE PRETTIEST

ENDING O2.

★ 00i. WHAT MAKES HIM, HIM

★ 0ii. LOM(OMMY)L



ENDING O3.

★ 00i. FINAL PUZZLE PIECE

★ 0ii. MINE.

★ AFTER WORD.

milky way © ad0rechuu, 2023. do not copy/repost.

[gyupinkys]

Use you

Hoshi x reader ft. txt

Soonyoung doesn't play around when it comes to his girl. Despite you being able to fend for yourself, he can't help but worry when you turn up missing. You on the other hand, you're having the time of your life putting a bratty Soobin and his friends in their place.

WARNINGS: MURDER, GORE, TORTURE, guns, knives, switch reader, dom hoshi, impact play, degradation, masturbation, some mxm, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected sex, voyerism, exhobitionism, mommy and daddy kink bondage, and more. I kinda went a little ham.

WC-2.8K

Hoshi’s knuckles are really starting to hurt. He’s not the muscle man so why is he the one torturing this man for information? 

“Where is she?”

“You’re never getting your bitch back.” the man tied to the chair says with a bloody smile. 

Soonyoung likes to think he’s a calm man. He always tries to keep his head steady, he tries to think things through, but right now all he can see is red. This fucking low life thinks he can disrespect you and it’s wont become an issue?

“That bitch huh?” Hoshi says with a smile; turning around to pick up his favorite, sharpest knife. You gifted this to him two years ago after you stabbed him in the leg for flirting with a girl at the club. The knife is beautiful, matte black blade with gold detailing and across the handle is his name engraved. You were so excited to give it to him only to see a girl's hand on his chest and his hands on her hips. You knew he was trying to rile you up, make you take him to the nearest bathroom and fuck him like he’s yours, but little did he know he had another thing coming. You and Hoshi have an open relationship, you both know you wouldnt work well tied down. Hoshi don’t mind you being with other people, frankly he think it’s kind of hot knowing you fuck other people but at the end of the day your his and you’ll do anything for him.  God, just remebering that night is making him hard but he needs to focus on the fucker who has the nerve to take you from him. 

Hoshi runs the knife across the cheeks, carving a smile into his face. “You know I've always wanted to do this to someone, joker style.” The man groans in pain and spits blood onto Hoshi's face. Without hesitation hoshi cuts the man's pointer finger clean off, making him scream.  

“You have nine more opportunities to tell me where she is.”

“Last I saw her she was gagging on my cock.”

“OK. You’re done.”

He shoves his knife straight into the mans throat making him gag and choke on his own blood.

“Gag on that bitch.”

Hoshi leaves the room frustrated. None of these guys give up any information and it’s already been two days since you were taken.

“Hosh, if you keep killing them you won’t get any information.” Jun sighs from outside. 

 “He doesn't know shit he’s just tryna piss me off.”

“Take a breath man, you know she can fend for herself.”

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“You know I can see why Karina won’t fuck you, you punch like a bitch.” you say as you spit blood out of your mouth. That's a complete lie, well not the Seulgi part but he absolutely does not punch like a bitch. Your head is throbbing after only one punch.

“Shut it Y/N, I really don’t want to hurt you.” Yeonjun spits.

“What is your goal here? All you're gonna do is piss off everyone and Hoshi will make sure to kill you.”

“You know how much respect I’ll get for being the one to take one of SVT’s girls? Make her mine? That's the biggest slap in the face to any man.” 

“You're so cute Soobin, but that’s not happening. You got the right idea, but the wrong bitch.”

“And what’s little old you gonna do?” he says with a smile.

“You really don’t know who you're messing with.”

“I’m so scared," he said sarcastically and turned to leave the room. Before the door closed you hear him sadly say to someone outside “Yeonjun, do i really punch like a girl?” 

This makes you chuckle to yourself. You feel bad for the poor kid. He’s trying to make a name for himself but this isn't the right way to do it.  Slipping your hands out of the poorly tied ropes you stand up and stretch your legs. These guys are clearly new to the game, they only tied your arms together which is a rookie mistake. They also didnt search you which is even more of a mistake.  You don’t think they’re stupid enough to leave the door unlocked, but you try it anyway and low and behold it's unlocked.You pick up a gun from the tool table and sigh feeling even more sorry for them, this is very pathetic. 

You walk outside to see this is an empty warehouse. You’d think they’d have someone guarding the door but you walk right out. You hear commotion coming from a side room and you peek inside seeing five guys arguing over a game. You decide to mess with them, walking in and taking a seat next to Soobin.

“What are we playing?”

They all look at you with wide eyes. “Beomgyu! I thought you said you tied her up!”

“I did, I don't know how she got out.” 

“Guys, you really need to figure your shit out.” you sigh.

“Why are you all sitting there go get her!”

Beomgyu jumps up and tries to grab you but you hit him across the face with your gun making everyone stop. They all put their hands up and you tell them sit down. 

“Guys, I really don’t want to kill you ok! You seem like nice dudes but this is not the way to make a name for yourselves. You can’t be a puppy and try to attack an elephant or some shit. Start small.” 

“I told you we shouldn't do this.” the blue haired one says.

“Taehyun this is not the time for “I told you so” “

“Can you not tell them it was us, I really don’t want to die.” the tall black haired one whimpers.

“Aren’t you so cute, what's your name?”

“Kai”

“Kai, I can’t let you guys go without punishment.” you pout.

“Pleaseeee” he says giving you a finger heart.

“God, you guys are so cute.” you say with a smile. 

“Stop calling us cute. I don’t know why we're even listening to you, bitch.”

“Soobin. Do you know that I kill people for a living?” you say as you approach him.

“So trust me when I say I’m not scared of five little boys who think they have the balls to be in the mafia.”

“I think you’re underestimating us,” he says as he looks down on you.

“Do your best, love.”

He goes to throw a punch at you which you quickly dodge and grab his wrist, twisting it until it snaps.

“Oooh thats gotta hurt.” you mock in false sympathy as he drops to floor clutching his hand.

“I’m sorry baby, here let me fix it for you.” you grab his wrist and pull it, making him whine in pain. “Are you going to behave Soobin?” 

“Yes, yes please just fix it” he whimpers.

You snap his wrist back in place making it instantly stop hurting, hearing him sigh out a breath of relief. “Go sit back down and shut up.” He stands up and sits on the couch, furthest away from you.

“Kai, sweetie, come here.”

He sheepishly stands up and walks over to you with his head hanging. You put your hand on his chin and raise his head to make him look you in the eye. 

“Give me your phone kai.”

“You promise not to get us killed?” he pouts.

“Yes, sweetie, I pinky promise.”

He gives you his phone and you call Hoshi.

“Babe, I need you to come here. Track the address and come by yourself you won’t need any backup.”

“Y/N what's going on? Why would I come by myself?”

“Soonie, I have everything under control, I promise just come.” 

“Babe-”

“Hoshi, just come here jeez.”

“Ok babe I’ll be there.”

You hand your phone back to Kai and smile at him. “Can you get me some rope, Kai.” you say and drag your fingers up his arm making him blush.

“Kai, don’t.” Taehyun says.

“Go get it for me baby” you say and walk over to Beomgyu grabbing his hair. 

“I’m sorry about this by the way.” you say and softly touch his face making him flinch.  

“I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

“How? I’ll make you feel really good love, I promise.”

Kai comes back with the rope and you tie them up one by one with little complaints. You make sure to be careful with Soobins wrist, not wanting to hurt him more. You tell them to go sit in the corner and be quiet making taehyun stay on the couch. 

“Gyu, why did you want to hurt me?” you say caressing his face.

You see his eyes dilate in real time. “Oh you’re enjoying this?”

“No.”

You straddle him and he groans, his hips bucking up into you. 

“What do you want me to do to you Gyu?”

He groans and you feel him throb under you. “Whatever you want Y/N.” 

“Whatever I want?” you say with a malicious smile.

“Well, I think I’m gonna punish you. Do you think you deserve a punishment?” 

“Yes.”

“I’m glad you agree.” You unbutton his pants and pull his boxers down, pulling him out. He’s much bigger than you anticipated, his dick was almost completely hard and throbbing. You spit directly on his tip and make his moan out, pulling at his restraints. You climb off him and round the couch so you're both facing the boys, draping your hands over his shoulders and beginning to stroke him. The other boys are staring hard at the two of you, all with dents in their pants. Yeonjun is biting his plump lips with furrowed eyebrows and Kai has the cutest blush on his face.

“Gyu, you feel so good in my hands. So big and thick you would stretch me out so nicely.”

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Only good boys get to fuck me baby.” you speed up your pace and tighten your grip making him buck his hips wildly. His moans fill up the warehouse and the other boys start shifting around trying to loosen the ropes.

“Yeonjun come here and rub Gyu for me and if he cums I won't let you cum.”

He groans but gets up and you re-tie his restraints so his hands are in front of his body.

He spits in his hands and strokes Beomgyu watching you walk up to Soobin.

“I don’t think you deserve anything. You’ve been so bad to me soobin.” you say as you rub him through his pants.

“I’m sorry, please, please, please.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so.” you say and turn to Taehyun who's looking at you with wide eyes.

“Taehyun come with me.” You sit on the couch and spread your legs. You pull down your pants and pull his face into your clothed core and he starts lapping at you. He rubs his face back and forth into you, his nose bumping your clit.

“Take my panties off honey.”

He pulls your underwear band with his teeth and lets it snap back on your skin. You smile at him and pick up the gun next to you pointing it at his head. 

“Don't play games honey.”

He immediately pulls your panties down and dives in. He sucks and licks, devouring you. You look over to Beomgyu and Yeonjun seeing both staring straight at your pussy; soobin and Kai doing the same.  You run your hands through Beomgyus' hair, stroking his scalp. 

“You wanna cum so bad don’t you?”

“Yes, please let me cum Y/N, I’m so sorry”  

Seeing him look so helpless and pathetic makes you want to get up and fuck him but thats not what this is about. This is a punishment. 

“Yeonjun stop.” They both groan but Yeonjun stops stroking him. 

“I want you to switch. Gyu, you stroke junnie nice and slow for me ok?”

“Ok” he says, taking a deep breath.

You pull Taehyun deeper into you and he sticks his tongue into you, thrusting in and out. 

“Just like that honey, I want you to make me cum just like this.”

He moans into you,the vibration pulling you closer to the edge. You look up straight into Soobins eyes, giving him a smirk. 

“Don’t you just wish you behaved?”

He hangs his head and doesn’t answer you. 

Taehyun sucks hard on your clit and you’re thrown over the edge, moaning loudly making everyone groan. You pull Taehyun’s head back and catch your breath. You call Kai over and push Taehyun to the side. They don’t get to cum. “You three go back and sit by Soobin. Kai, sweety, take a seat for me Ok?”

 “My only good boy hmm?”

“Yes”

“Yes, who?” you say as you unbuckle his belt.

“Yes, mommy.” 

“There we go baby.”

You pull him out and lick a long stripe up his shaft. He whimpers and bucks his hips into your mouth.

“I’m sorry mommy, I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s ok sweet boy.” you say and take his whole length in your mouth. Hoshi’s trained you to take his whole cock in one go, since Kai is slightly smaller it’s not an issue for you. You use your hand to rub his dick as you suck on his tip. You keep sucking until he’s whimpering and on the verge of tears.

“Baby?” you hear Hoshi’s voice echo through the warehouse.

“Perfect” you whisper and pull off Kai with a pop.

You walk outside to see a very apprehensive Hoshi looking around. 

“Hi, baby” you smile and give him a sweet smile.

“Why is there blood on your face? I’m gonna kill these motherfuckers.” 

“Soonyoung, calm down. I’m already punishing them come look.”

You pull Hoshi into the room and he see’s five boys all with their hard dicks out looking humiliated. 

“So you’re the punks that took my girl?”

They all hang their heads in shame. 

“What a pathetic scene.” he says as he walks further into the room.

“Baby, you should've just killed them, because if you don’t I will.”

“Soonie dont kill them. They're just trying to make a name for themselves.”

“They're not doing shit, especially not using my girl.”

“We already used your girl. Quite the slut you’ve got on your hands.” Soobin says with a smile.

You immediately run in front of Hoshi, knowing he was two seconds from killing Soobin. 

“He’s just a kid babe, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Why are you defending him?”

“I feel sorry for him.”

He gives you a dark look.

“Y/N, get on your knees.”

You immediately listen and drop to your knees looking up at him. He looks at Soobin, “I’ll show you how to really use a slut like her.”

You unzip his pants and pull out his cock spitting in your hand. Hoshi likes it beyond messy, he likes to see tears run down your face while you’re struggling to breathe. He pushes you all the way down his shaft, your nose on his pelvis. He starts to fuck your throat like he would your pussy. Your throat burns and you can’t breathe,your eyes start to flutter. He pulls out and slaps you, pulling your hair. 

“You can’t go two days without some dick? You resort to playing with punks like this”

“I’m sorry daddy. Maybe if you found me sooner I wouldn’t need to” you say with a smile. 

The five boys' eyes widen at you calling him daddy. Big bad dom Y/N is suddenly calling Hoshi daddy?

You’ve really riled Hoshi up now, he pulls you up and throws you over the couch so you're facing the boys.

“Watch real good, I’ll show you how to put those pathetic dicks to use.” he says as he slides in, not giving you time to adjust as he starts ruthlessly thrusting into you. He gathers your hair into his hands and pulls your head up so you have to look at all the boys. 

“Tell them how it feels baby.”

“It feels so good daddy, don’t stop.”

His thrust somehow deepens and gets harder, your whole body shaking. 

“Daddy, can I cum?”

“No, you don’t deserve it baby. You barely deserve me fucking you.”

“Daddy, please I need it so bad.”

“No.”

He puts your leg up on the couch and thrust impossibly deep, hitting your g spot everytime making you groan.

“Shit this pussy is always so nice and tight. I bet you wish you could feel, huh Soobin?” hoshi taunts.

“Fuck you” Soobin spits making hoshi laugh.

He feels you squeezing the life out of him, a clear sign you're about to cum. “Don’t you think about it baby.” he says, making you groan as he pulls out. He pushes you to your knees and cums on your face with  a groan. 

You look up at him with his cum covering your face and smiles. “So pretty like this, baby.” making you smile along with him.

He pulls his pants up and walks over to the boys bending down to Soobin. “Don’t think about trying some shit like this again. I’m not as nice as my dear Y/n, I’ll fucking kill your bitchass.”

“Let's go baby.”

[peachesvanilla]

Bad boy, Sad girl

Pairing: Kim Jongin x reader

genre: college au! popular!Jongin, fluff, romance

Warnings: none

Inspirations: Bad boy, sad girl by seulgi ft be'o' and a prompt list

“Oh my god!” I suppress my giggle reading the female lead antics. Cupping my mouth, I gasp. That didn’t happen just now. 

A thunder booms across the sky jolting me awake from the book. Heavy downpour of rain made it hard to decipher which is which on the road. I think that’s the reason for the usually busy cafe to be empty besides me. 

I sip on the hot chocolate, enjoying each sip under the well lit area, rain and thunder sounds, and I have my book. Isn’t this the perfect place for a reader? It’s heaven. 

“What are you reading?” Someone asks in my ear, startling the hell out of me. The hot chocolate spills on my hand and my skin burns from the hot content. “Fuck.” 

“Shit.” He stretches his long muscled arm to the next table and grabs some tissues. He gently pats the tissue on my hand. His long strands of hair poking his brown eyes, veins running down his tan arms makes my heart skip a beat. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have sneaked up on you.” 

His melodic voice calms my insides. But why does all of this feel like I have known him from somewhere, and that too known him so well. I tilt my head to the side trying to get a clear view of his face. He must have understood my struggle because he smiled, turning to me as he tended to my hand. 

The fuck is happening. This shouldn’t have been happening. He can’t be here out of all. 

“We-hel-hi!” I stumble for coherent words. Okay, how bad is it to remember a basic ‘hi’ brain?! “No, hi.” I gently smile, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Jongin.” 

His eyebrow shorts up, his lips tilting up in a smug grin. Of course. He didn’t even introduce himself and yet I know his name. Well if that doesn’t feed the ego of the bad boy of the university what will? 

“You know me.” That’s not even a question. “That’s unexpected.” He drags the chair from my table, turns it around and sits, resting his cheek on the back of the chair. “Stuck in the rain?”

I check the window, the rain water slides down the window glass in a heavy flow. My insides sing when a silent lightning lights up the whole sky. I close my eyes anticipating the sound. The loud rumble almost shakes up the cafe. My smile only grows bigger. 

“No.” I reply to Jongin. “I am enjoying the rain.”

He hums, his eyes shining under the fluorescent lights. His shirt is damp, so is his hair. If you squint one can see a water droplet sliding down his cheek slowly from his hair strand. He is still in the same brown t-shirt he was wearing during the classes. 

“What’s the book about?” He asks again, tapping his fingers on the said book. 

“Nothing of your interest.” I mumble, flipping the ends of the pages through my thumb. “Just a silly little romance.” The words are a lost whisper now. 

“Can I read the description?” He is already dragging the book out of my hand. His warm fingers brushing mine in a slow motion. “Romance is my forte.” He winks. 

Okay, my heart, stop the fuck down. I mean no don’t stop because I may die then but please do slow down. And butterflies in my stomach too. It’s a daily thing for him to wink or brush hands. Same as breathing. 

The little smile on his lips doesn’t disappear as his eyes slide down the description. His full lips, the bow on his upper lip fascinates me, how can one have beautiful lips? And seeing him laugh in live releases a thousand butterflies in a second. He opens a random page in the middle of the book. His eyebrow shots up to the roof, his eyes flicking to me, the spark in his eyes is mischievous. 

God, what page is he on? It’s a spicy book. How did I let the book slip away from me? I do an excellent job in hiding my guilty pleasure books from the outside world.

Maybe you were busy drooling at him. Or his lips. Or his smile. 

There’s no need to remind me of that fact, brain. Ugh, how to get my book back. I clasp on to the edge of my book, grabbing it. But his vice grip on it doesn’t make it easy as I thought it would be. 

“Give it back.” I ask, still pulling. 

“Wait.” He reads the contents in a hurry, “I’m on an interesting part.” 

“No.” I hold his wrist trying to pry away his iron grip on the book. “Please, Jongin.” 

He freezes in his movements for a second, I easily grab my book from him and stuff it into my tote bag. He watches my movements in interest, like a kid watches a cake in the oven. 

“You go to my university.” He plucks my id hanging on the tote bag. “Interesting picture.” 

My mood sullens at his words. “We go to the same class.” I snatch my ID back and stuff it into my bag. I don’t see his surprised face, and play with the half filled cup. 

I know he doesn’t know me. He is the Jongin who has half of the campus behind him(this is exaggeration but anyway). In my defense I even sat on the first bench at least he should have noticed in passing. But given the fact he rarely comes to the class and takes the back door often can make him miss her existence in the class. 

“Jongin! Hurry!” His friend, Kyungsoo, shouts from the entrance of the cafe. 

Jongin stands up from the chair, and rearranges it back into the table like a perfect gentleman. He waves to me, “bye. It was fun talking to you.” Without even waiting for my bye or acknowledgement of his words he runs to the door.

My two minute happiness evaporates seeing my crush leave me just like that. Such a bad boy he is. How can he leave that way? Leave a girl all alone in a deserted cafe. I look back through my shoulder, his broad back makes me sigh again. Can’t I have him in my life? Can I have him in my life? The thunder rumbles again, and he turns around at the same time. He tilts his head a little and grins. 

There goes my heart. 

[retrievablememories]

out loud | seulgi (m)

pairing: chauffeur!seulgi x celebrity!fem!reader genre: fluff, fwb to lovers, hurt/comfort, smut word count: 6k warnings: cursing, injury (ankle sprain), crying, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, some thigh-riding song inspos: out loud - syd ft kehlani | for the night - chloe | touch me - victoria monet ft kehlani | losing - h.e.r. a/n: this is a sequel to lady cab driver!

all this “day in the life of a celebrity” stuff is way out of my range of knowledge, so i’m not sure how much of this realistic, but hey...shrug!

the MC is a singer but not a kpop idol or in the k-industry. i’m not gonna stop if you imagine it that way though lmao

--

you could never deny me

to the eyes of the strangers that watch us when we walk by

so what's with all the silence?

“...so, are you sure you aren’t currently in a relationship?” genie, the podcast host sitting across from you, asks this while twirling her pen a mile a minute and smiling nervously. she innately knows that she’s going to annoy you with this inquiry, but she asks anyway.

you sit up straighter in your seat, giving her an exasperated look. “what do you mean ‘am i sure’? you think i wouldn’t know that or not?”

“okay, calm the attitude!” she cries out, laughing to mask her own annoyance with the way you responded. “i just want to know because you’ve really been different lately.”

“i would if you hadn’t just asked me the exact same question earlier,” you deadpan, completely ignoring her second statement.

amanda, who is your friend-but-not-really and serves as the main host of this podcast, laughs and places her hand on your shoulder. “it’s not that serious, y/n.” she’s also probably wondering where the hell your media training has gone, but you’ve never had much patience for entertaining ridiculous, rude, or annoying remarks even in the public eye. for many people, that quality has made you a bit unpalatable, but you figure the ones who really matter will stick around regardless.

you sigh and try to mockingly roll your eyes, though you think it probably comes off more genuine than playful.

“genie has a point anyway, it’s not hard to tell when you’re having more fun in life, you know…specifically with another person, i mean. your overall demeanor shifts,” amanda says, raising a finger as if you can’t dispute her hot take on it. “and also, there are a few more romantic-slash-sensual songs than usual on your recent EP, so…”

despite yourself, you smile crookedly as you think about the tracks she’s mentioned; it’s more of a smirk now. genie observes your expression and throws her hands up as if to say see what i mean? “does everything have to be from personal experience?” you argue.

“does every song have to be fictional?” amanda shoots back, leaning closer to the microphone in front of her. “or will we all finally realize that there is a fundamental truth in almost every song there is in the universe, no matter how off-the-wall it may be…yes, that even includes eiffel 65’s blue.” you close your eyes and put your forehead in your hand, which means you hear rather than see genie choke on her drink in her laughter.

“don’t start getting all existential on me now, or whatever the fuck it is that you do,” you mutter. “also, you two should be praising your own smarts each and every day for making this an independent podcast, because this silly shit would get you kicked off any actual network. girl.”

--

it’s a matching pantsuit today, and a little more casual than the ones seulgi usually wears. great for your eyes, not so great for your concentration. at least you’re not the one who has to drive.

you almost regret your decision to get in the front of the car, but then again, that outfit is the very reason why you’re sitting up here with her now.

seulgi blinks at you like you’ve just landed from a spaceship as you climb into the passenger seat beside her. it’s not the limo today, which is really only saved for more luxurious outings or when you want to show off in front of a fellow celebrity you’re not too fond of, but the mercedes-benz—which you admit is still show-offy but not as impractical.

“you’re getting in the front seat?” she asks, but turns the engine on anyway and is already backing out of the parking space.

“yes, why not?”

“kind of defeats the purpose of having all those amenities in the back, but okay.”

“i’ve had my fill of ice water and little andes mints for today, seulgi. just let me sit up here with you, please?”

seulgi arches an eyebrow. “well, you don’t have to ask me. even if you never drive it, it’s your car. remember?”

“true…and i know you prefer being told what to do, so…”

there’s an awkward little silence where seulgi makes a sound like a laugh and reddens, which you take as a win for today. it’s become surprisingly more easy to get her flustered ever since you two began your arrangement, when you used to be on the receiving end of it more often than not.

“so how’d it go?” she asks, regaining her composure by changing the subject.

“same as it always is with those damn girls,” you say, chuckling as you think back to one of the many ridiculous things amanda had said during the interview. “they’re fun, though. even if i find something to complain about every time i go on their podcast.”

“what’s your complaint for today, then?”

you hesitate, scratching the back of your head with a sudden awkward air. “they asked me about any ‘current relationships.’ just the kind of gossipy stuff fans always want to know.”

seulgi nods, still keeping her eyes on the road. “so i’m sure you gave some cryptic answer or something? since you don’t like people prying in your business.”

“uh, basically.” that wasn’t the answer you expected, though now you aren’t sure what you were expecting. you two aren’t in a relationship, so why would seulgi act any certain way about interviewers asking you that question?

the rest of the car ride back to your house is filled with sporadic conversation, which also involves seulgi reminding you of your weekly schedule for what feels like the 50th time. transporting you everywhere means she needs to know your entire itinerary at all times, which also means she essentially plays the roles of both chauffeur and personal assistant. the convenience of it is perfect, but occasionally, it also serves to make you feel more confused about your “involvement.”

the lines between personal and professional have blurred so much that you no longer know what’s wrong and what’s right.

and now that you’re in it, it feels odd to field relationship questions, write romantic songs while telling yourself you have no particular subject in mind, and keep your arrangement a secret so that no one in the public world knows about seulgi’s connection to you as anything other than your chauffeur. it feels odd to have her drive you around the city to important work events or interviews and accompany you across the country on professional business trips, only to see her again several nights a week in your bed.

within the small bubble consisting of your personal team and close friends, everyone knows about what you and seulgi have going on. they don’t comment on it, which you prefer, though you can’t rid yourself of the slight paranoia of what they must say when neither of you are around. especially danika…a backup dancer and friend of yours who you were involved with in a similar way before seulgi ever came along.

but as long as no one opens their mouth to you about it, you’ll be fine. even if you’re beginning to feel a little confused about the nature of all this. maybe you’re just overthinking it.

seulgi’s hand on yours is warm and familiar as she helps you out of the car. it makes you feel weirdly sappy for a moment, so you don’t think twice as you lean forward to kiss her on the corner of the mouth, like a preview of the real thing. just a teaser. you chuckle at the lipstick print that’s left there when you pull away.

“will i see you tonight?” you ask, though it feels more like a confirmation of something you both already know.

she nods and rubs her thumb over the back of your hand with a smile. “tonight.”

--

a music festival in europe, a week later...

you’re in your dressing room with some of your dancers and other team members, mentally preparing yourself to get on stage in just a few minutes. danika plops onto the soft gray couch beside you, purposely taking up the rest of the space on it so that her head is in your lap, hair fanning across your legs. you look down at her face, sighing at being disturbed out of your routine.

“well, hello. now what brings you over here?” you ask.

"nothing special," she replies, though you know that isn't true just by the expression on her face. "you must be excited to be performing your new songs for the first time with a live audience." her eyes are alight with the thrill of performing again after a while.

“i’ll stay excited as long as all you guys keep it together and make me look good.”

she rolls her eyes. “of course we will. you and i didn’t spend like 5 years dancing at every possible event to not look good together.” the stress she puts on together makes your ears perk up.

scoffing, you shove her shoulder in a way that you both know isn’t serious. “okay girl, i didn’t even say all that and you know it, so don’t start.”

“i’m just joking,” danika shrugs, and then speaks lower so no one else can eavesdrop; though they’re all preoccupied with their phones and conversations. “though, i’m always open if you are. for old time’s sake, or whatever.” her voice and posture are as casual as can be, one of her hands behind her head, but your eyes widen a little. you’re not entirely sure how to respond to that knowing you’re regularly having sex with seulgi—which danika surely also knows.

you and seulgi never really discussed the terms of your arrangement. instead, you just…decided you really liked that day in the limo, wanted to do it again, and continued falling into bed together. whether sleeping with other people is okay is unbeknownst to you, though you suddenly realize you have no desire to do so.

you shove danika again, trying to play off your surprise and uncertainty. “where’s that even coming from all of a sudden?” she interlocks her hands with yours as you try to pull away, and the both of you end up scrabbling on the couch, your question left unanswered. “if you mess up my outfit before i have to go on stage—”

seulgi walks into the room casually sipping from a smoothie cup alongside your manager sherry, and as engrossed as you are with play-fighting danika in your lap and trying to untangle yourself from her, you don’t notice seulgi glancing over in your direction. her eyes squint and her whole body pauses for a second, but she does nothing to make her presence known to you. just as quickly, seulgi brings her attention back to your manager, only catching the tail-end of what the woman was saying.

“sorry, can you say that again? it’s a little loud in here.”

seulgi focuses fully on sherry now, but there’s still something itching in the back of her mind. there’s no reason for her to feel weird about you and danika acting as friends do. it’s not that kind of relationship, she reminds herself, though deep down, she can’t help feeling a bit bothered at that level of closeness between the two of you.

--

before long, it’s time for you to go out on stage and perform.

there are so many different things to think about whenever you’re on stage, but every time, it all comes together like a type of second nature to you. there’s little time to dwell in your nervousness when interacting with fans and making sure you’re hitting every note and dance move. out of all the nonsense that comes with notoriety and the entertainment industry, these moments when you actually get to live and breathe in your talent and share it with others are what makes everything else worth dealing with.

even when you get to the last song in your set, you’re not yet ready for the night to end, having fed off the crowd’s energy and used it to fuel your own adrenaline.

things shift drastically halfway through the first chorus, though, when you twist around a little too harshly during a spin and your heel goes out from under you. you feel a sharp pain burst in your ankle, and it’s intense enough to send you stumbling to the ground. for a few seconds, your mind spins from the shock until you realize you’re no longer standing.

“shit, y/n!” someone grabs your arm from the side, and you realize it’s danika. there’s a wave of concern from the crowd in the form of panicked screams and shouts. seeing everyone’s shocked faces makes your heart beat faster; you can’t help feeling like you need to defuse the situation, reassure the fans, and salvage what you can.

grinding your teeth together from the pain, you bring the microphone back up to your mouth with one hand while wrestling your heels off with the other. “i’m okay...the show ain’t over yet!” there are many cheers at that statement, though the aura of concern still persists. moving the mic away, you tell danika, “it’s fine, go back to your spot.” the rest of your dancers are still keeping with the choreography for the sake of professionalism; danika looks at you like you’ve lost it, but you shoo her away, so she rushes back to her place amongst the others.

now without your heels, you push yourself back to your feet and limp through the rest of the choreography, making a concerted effort to keep your voice steady through the pain.

as the last notes of the instrumental fizzle out, your dancers gather at your sides as they’re meant to do for the ending of this song, but a couple of them—including danika—sling their arms around you so they can support your weight. they lead you off the stage to the tune of thousands of screams, yet all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears. you’re so distracted you even forget to say your regular thank yous and goodbyes to the crowd.

you are able to keep yourself together until you get backstage and sherry wrangles you down into a chair and scolds you for still trying to dance on your injured foot—at which point you put your face in your hands and burst into tears.

“that was so stupid. i looked so stupid out there. what the fuck is wrong with me? everyone probably hates me now!”

“that’s not even true.” sherry sighs, now regretting how she immediately complained instead of trying to reassure you.

“no they don’t!” danika says at the same time. “you’re overthinking it. look, we just need to get you to the hospital.”

you shake your head, your eyes burning with tears and face still hidden by your hands. “this is why i hate heels.”

seulgi isn’t surprised at your injured state when you’re helped into the car, having already been alerted by your manager. she is startled by how much you’re crying over it, though she doesn’t show it. she’s never seen you shed one sad tear before this.

seulgi drives you to the nearest hospital with sherry, danika, and a couple other essential members of the entourage in tow. she doesn’t go in with you and the others, as it’s her job to have the car ready to swoop you away from any prying fans or paparazzi whenever you get done. instead, she spends most of her time in the car drumming her fingers against the wheel and fidgeting in her seat. the other percentage is spent resisting the urge to take her gloves off so she can bite her nails.

it feels like hours before sherry texts to update seulgi and you’re in her sights again, brought out in a wheelchair and your big sunglasses firmly covering your eyes. seulgi is a little taken aback at her own relief but doesn’t dwell on it long, as her main focus is getting you out of the parking lot in one piece amid the photographers trying to crowd the car.

sherry rolls down the window to growl at them, “get the fuck out of the way! we’re not paying for your hospital bills if you get run the fuck over!” this seems to be enough to back them down, though they’re clearly not happy about being spoken to in such a way.

the rest of the ride to the hotel manages to be fairly calm, and you are whisked up to your room by the others. seulgi parks the car in the parking garage and finally unclenches her hands from around the steering wheel. she yanks her chauffeur’s gloves off and runs her hands through her hair, feeling like one weight has lifted while another simultaneously settles itself down on her shoulders.

seulgi has barely stepped foot into her own room when she gets a text, and she sighs—doesn’t look like she’ll be clocking out for the night now. but after receiving texts from sherry all night, she doesn’t expect the message to be directly from you when she checks her phone.

2:03 a.m. y/n: can you come up to my room?

there’s no explanation. it’s just those seven words. seulgi’s heartbeat speeds up anyway.

within minutes, she’s being let into your room by sherry, who appears to be on her way out.

“you know what to do if you need anything,” sherry calls over her shoulder.

“yeah, i got it mom!” you reply, which earns you an eye roll from her.

sherry nods to seulgi as she slides past her, patting her on the shoulder. “you know she’s injured, so—take it easy, yeah?”

seulgi only scoffs at that, her ears reddening at the implication. she closes the door after her and walks to your bed, where you’re lying with your injured foot propped on a pillow and wrapped in a bandage. the TV is on a random station that seulgi knows you’re not even watching, the volume so low it might as well be muted.

“how are you doing? is your foot okay?”

you shrug, looking tired and disappointed with the world. “it’ll live, i guess. it’s a sprain, so it’ll heal eventually…good thing it’s not a damn fracture.”

“i’m glad it’s not serious,” seulgi says, allowing herself to breathe easier.

you sigh and recline further against the pillows. “feels kinda like the end of the world, though.”

“i know. i’m sorry. you were really good today, though, and i hope that counts for something.” seulgi absentmindedly scratches her thumbnail against one of the pillows on your bed. “you already know i thought the only girl was great,” she adds, referring to one of your new songs.

you lean your head on your hand, your face warming at her compliment. you think back to the night you’d invited a handful of close friends—including seulgi—to listen to that track and a couple other completed ones. “i don’t know why i released that song to the public. it seems too personal. and then i performed that tonight before falling flat on my ass in front of thousands? shit!”

seulgi gives a lopsided smirk. “has anybody ever told you how dramatic you are?”

you shake your head fiercely, pretending not to know. “no, never, i think?” before the conversation can continue down that road, you blurt out, “could you stay with me?”

“you want me to stay the night?” it certainly wouldn’t be the first time seulgi has stayed over with you, but she’s kind of surprised you want her around while you’re in this state.

in this context, you’re a little embarrassed to admit it, but you nod. “you just saw me have a complete meltdown over a fucking ankle that will heal anyway. we go together now.”

seulgi is even more dumbstruck by that statement, and her heart starts full-on hammering against her ribcage. she can’t tell if your tone is joking or not, which makes it harder to decipher if you’re actually claiming a relationship with her in this moment or just talking shit like you always do.

it doesn’t help that she’s still feeling a bit confused over your earlier interaction with danika and how it bothered her more than she anticipated. like you, she has begun wondering a little more deeply about where the boundaries of this arrangement end and begin.

at this point, she’s too afraid to ask. the opportunity seems to have passed as you peel back the comforter on the unoccupied side of the bed and pat it impatiently with an imploring look.

“i haven’t even showered since this morning,” seulgi says weakly.

“can’t you shower now?”

“i–yeah, i guess. but i’ll have to go back to my room to get clothes.”

“do you have to go? you can just wear the hotel robe here.” you gesture vaguely to the door of your closet, which is currently closed, but seulgi presumes the said garment must be there.

“and sneak out of the room like that in the morning?” seulgi looks at you in mock horror, and you laugh nervously.

“come on, i can just get sherry to run to the store and get you a new outfit—” you’re about to say something else but stop yourself. “or…maybe you’d rather just sleep in your own bed tonight? uh, that’s fine, i don’t want to—”

“no, i do!” seulgi starts hurriedly pulling her suit jacket off as if to prove to you her desire to stay. “seriously, stop overthinking it!” she calls out as she heads to the bathroom, though she’s also addressing herself.

and so you wait for seulgi to get finished while flipping through channels that don’t offer much to watch. the analog clock on the wall by the TV edges towards 3 a.m. with every minute, but a regular sleep schedule has been foreign to you for years now. your body feels the exhaustion, but your mind is too awake to allow sleep.

seulgi crawls into the bed beside you after she gets out of the bathroom, draped in the hotel robe as you suggested, her hair damp against her cheeks and face bare of makeup. she notices your restless demeanor and asks, “what are you thinking of?”

“i don’t want to think about anything right now,” you reply, which isn’t really an answer, but it’s better than having the awkward what are we? discussion that keeps plaguing your mind.

“what do you want to do instead, then?” seulgi asks, trying to probe your mind.

“you.”

seulgi sits up, knowing the tone of your voice and what it signifies. “you’re injured, y/n,” she murmurs, but she can guess how you’ll respond—which is why she shifts closer anyway. “at least let me do all the work.”

seulgi leans closer to kiss you on the lips, so sweetly that it makes you grin into the embrace. her damp hair tickles your face as you kiss, getting tiny drops of water on your skin. the droplets spread as her lips move to your neck and you slide one of your hands to the back of her head, feeling the strands slip between your fingers.

she remains careful of your injured right foot as she situates herself halfway between your legs, straddling your left thigh and letting you feel her bare against your skin from where your shorts have ridden up. one of her hands slips beneath your tank top, her fingers grasping your breast, thumb grazing across your hardening nipple, and it’s not long before the other hand joins to caress both of your breasts beneath the fabric. each moan that comes out of your mouth is greeted with a kiss from seulgi’s lips as your mouths remain enmeshed.

your hands settle on seulgi’s hips, and you can’t resist the urge to flex your thigh a bit and make the muscle shift against her. at your motion, her lips part in a moan similar to your own. “y/n, seriously…” her words dissolve into a chuckle as you make the motion again and drag her hips forward in tandem.

“sure you don’t want me to handle this?” you ask lowly, flexing your thigh again in reference to the aforementioned this making a wet mess on your skin.

“no, let me before you try to take over as usual.”

she slides down and tugs at the waistband of your shorts, and you carefully lift your hips up to aid her in getting them halfway down your legs. she’s hardly surprised to see your lack of underwear, which you have often cited as being “too restricting.”

her hands grasp both of your thighs as she kisses the skin above your navel, around it, across your hips, and down to your inner thighs, her tongue coming out to trace a path down your pubic mound until it meets the glistening pearl it’s looking for.

“seulgi…” you sigh, shifting your hips to get closer. she answers your call of her name with a wet swipe over your clit and several more after, closing her lips gently around the sensitive bud to heighten your pleasure. never able to keep still for long, she slides one hand off your thigh to spread your lips apart for more access, fitting her tongue inside you after she’s gotten you sufficiently worked up to where your clit is throbbing on her lips. her soft mouth on you has you forgetting the pain of your sprained ankle and the embarrassment of the day’s earlier events as your head sinks back against the headboard, every nerve in your body trembling with the anticipation of release.

she separates her tongue from you to tease two of her fingers at your entrance, stimulating the ultra-sensitive nerve endings there, and that move makes you nearly scratch at her arms to get her to bring her mouth back into play. “y/n, be patient…” she chuckles, her breath warm between your thighs. her fingers reach that spot inside you repeatedly only to flutter against it as she pleases, constantly shifting away and leaving you wanting just that much more.

“shit, i-i can’t take it,” you cry out, your voice breaking on the last word when her fingers stroke that spot and the tip of her tongue circles your clit at the same time. “you seriously expect me to be p-patient right now?”

“only for a little while longer,” she answers, looking at you from beneath her lashes, her skin the color of rose petals. “could you do that for me? i just don’t want this to end so soon.” you are so wet by now that the sounds of your slick occupy the pauses between her words, the sheets beneath you damp from your own wetness and your sweat.

your eyes slide closed after you regard her entreaty, and you offer no intelligible response besides a low, almost stifled moan. you’ve already made up your mind that you’ll make no promises anyway, because you can’t last much longer like this. the way her fingers move against your walls now, assuredly grazingthat spot every time and no longer purposely missing it, has your mind spinning out of control with the need for climax.

your jaw slackens when her mouth returns to you fully again, sucking up your wetness like it’s much-needed water and her tongue stroking across the most sensitive parts of you. the tension in your body tightens until the snapping point, a shaking and high-pitched gasp escaping your mouth.

you flex your legs so intensely that it makes your ankle hurt, but that pain gets lost somewhere in the rush of your orgasm, which spills forth and fills up every corner of your body simultaneously. your voice stutters out of you so that it sounds like you’re sobbing, and you think you might actually be when a tear or two slips from your eye. still deep inside you, seulgi keeps prolonging your climax until you are spent, sighing and slumping against the headboard at an uncomfortable angle.

seulgi rests her head upon your left leg and listens to your gradually slowing breathing, grinning to herself at being the cause of it.

“come on.” eventually, you pull on seulgi’s arms to bring her closer, and she follows. you taste yourself in the ensuing kiss, but you are more focused on sneaking your hand between her thighs, your fingers sliding in the slick and circling her clit before nudging lower to push inside her. her thighs tense around your hand, and she releases a pleasured moan. she requires no coaxing to rock against your hand, though you provide it anyway because you know she likes to hear you talk her through it. “such a good girl for me, aren’t you? i can’t get enough of you, seul.”

“for you,” she repeats, her head lolling on her shoulders as you crook your fingers into the spot she loves—and that you might possibly love even more, for the way she responds when you do it. one of her hands clenches in your shirt while the other goes to circle her clit as you continue fingering her.

“you’re the prettiest when you touch yourself,” you murmur, your own arousal pooling again even as you focus on her. your lips go to her neck and you nibble the skin gently there, causing her to shudder, the robe falling down her shoulders. the taste of her skin right out of the shower is one of your favorite things, you think.

seulgi‘s orgasm is as sweet as the kiss you share while she squeezes around your fingers. you shift your mouth so you can kiss the sweat beads off the side of her face, her jawline. you laugh quietly, perhaps from how much you enjoyed the pleasure you just shared, and she follows suit after catching her breath. it feels like only you two exist in the world right now, laughing for hardly any reason at all.

although tonight turned into possibly the shittiest night of your career, you think it couldn’t have ended any better than this.

--

you wake up with some of seulgi’s hair in your face, and the sheer familiarity of it has you momentarily forgetting that you’re in another country. you are uncomfortable from sleeping on your back all night due to your foot, but you feel better from having her by your side first thing in the morning. you try not to think too deeply about how your heart throbs just from looking at her sleeping face—how cliche it all feels and yet you aren’t even together.

for some reason, that bothers you this morning more than it has any other morning.

more time passes before seulgi begins stirring against you; the sun has risen higher above the horizon and is now brightening the room considerably even through the curtains. seulgi covers her mouth as she yawns. somehow, this one simple action out of everything else is so endearing to you that it has you speaking before you can reconsider.

“uh, i meant what i said last night, you know,” you say, averting your eyes to the ceiling. maybe it will potentially hurt less if you don’t look.

“which part?” seulgi is still half-asleep as she moves flyaway hairs out of her eyes.

“that we…that we go together, actually. maybe we should do more than just have sex.”

seulgi blinks.

“the songs really all were written with you in mind,” you blurt out, as if it must be said now or never. “not really any relationship i had years ago.”

“you’re serious?” seulgi sits up now, becoming more conscious with each second and her surprise mounting.

“i’m very serious….and feeling a little dumb right now,” you answer, rubbing your hand across your forehead in a nervous gesture. you hadn’t planned for just how nerve-wracking the actual “feelings” part would be; the sex had always been easy.

“but what about danika?” seulgi rushes out, then startles like she hadn’t meant to say that at all.

“danika?”

“i just thought—you two are still close.”

“yes, but that’s been over for years.” at first, you assume that seulgi must be thinking the songs you wrote are actually about danika; but after considering what the other woman proposed to you yesterday, you realize it’s likely deeper than that. you make a move to sit up, and seulgi helps you up when she notices. “there’s nothing between me and danika, and i don’t want there to be. we are close and we play-fight and do stupid shit because that’s how we’ve always been, but i don’t want to do anything that’d make you uncomfortable.”

despite your words, seulgi pulls the robe tight around her shoulders in a self-conscious move. “but i don’t want to, like…intrude. or stop you from having fun with your friends. i’m the new person around here anyway. i mean, what if…i don’t know, i just—”

seulgi’s worries are interrupted when you grab her hands and bring them up to your face, pressing your lips to her knuckles. you keep them there for a few long moments before you lean forward to kiss her, and she responds in kind.

“you don’t have to worry about anything like that, okay? if i say it’s me and you, then it’s me and you. everybody else knows not to fuck with me on that,” you insist, and that pulls a laugh out of her as she shakes her head.

“fine,” she relents with a sigh and a smile, and though it’s just one word, you can tell you’ve eased her thoughts.

“could you trust me?” you ask quietly, still holding her hands. you press them to your chin, if only to feel her on as many places of your body as you can.

“yes. i can.”

the two of you sit like that for a few blissful minutes, simply breathing each other’s air and enjoying each other‘s company, before your phone starts ringing and doesn’t stop. sighing, you see that it’s a call from sherry and know you have to answer or she’ll never stop calling.

“what’s up, sherry?” you ask, leaving one hand free so that you can keep playing with seulgi’s fingers.

“i hate to break up all the fun for you guys, but you’re aware that we’re checking out today, yes?” there’s movement and talking in the background, so you figure the others must be in the room with her. “i’ll be up there for you soon, so don’t even think about complaining. and make sure you have some damn clothes on!”

“of course, mother dearest. anything else i should know?” you quip, giggling.

“anything you should know? yeah: i’m not playing. i’ll carry you outta there if i have to.”

“okay okay, i got it. loud and clear. let me get dressed now, bye!” you hang up the phone before sherry can say anything else and almost go to leap off the bed like you usually would before remembering your ankle is injured.

“y/n!” seulgi exclaims, grasping your arm tight so you don’t slide off the bed. she rolls her eyes before you both laugh at your silly mistake. “looks like i’ll have no choice but to stick around…if only to keep you safe.”

[fayeforrosie]

Angstober Day 3~ Miscommunication

Seulgi x Fem! Reader

KinkFluffAngstober Day 3~ Miscommunication with Kang Seulgi

Warnings- Swearing, mention of sex, seulgi is a walking red flag

Word count- 1.1k (my shortest one yet😟)

Seulgi pulls her head away from in between your legs, huffing in short breaths as she looks above her and sees your messy state atop of the sink. The bass from the outside party has yet to stop blasting through your ear drums every since Seulgi dragged you into this shiny marble bathroom.

After seeing you in the miniscule black dress you had worn for the sole attention of the girl, Seulgi groaned and rolled her eyes at the thought of anyone else seeing you, and placed her champagne class on the table adjacent to her and left her members, bringing you to where you are now.

Seulgi cups your cheek harshly and forces it towards her face, attacking your lips fervently as though she'd been hungry for you all night, your own juices flowing from her tongue back into yours.

You moaned at the taste and pulled her closer, that is until the both of your heads snapped to the door in response to a few short knocks, followed by a voice asking if everything was alright.

You couldn't make out the face the voice belonged to, but you figured Seulgi did as she immediately pulled away from your lips, pulling her shirt over her head as if in a race, fixing her hair evenly.

"Wait Seul," you softly request, ready to speak to the woman the words that have been on your mind for more months than you can count.

She turns around to face you, almost seeming irritated by the fact that you were calling her once again after your business was already concluded.

"What is it?" Seulgi asked nonchalantly.

You feel awkward still resting yourself on top of the sink, so you hop down to meet her eye level. Instead of looking you back in the eyes, Seulgi's fixation seems to be fixated on your exposed chest, eyeing them like a treasure chest filled with gold.

"I was thinking...," you begin, and she nods but continues to fixate on your body, "and I wanted to say this earlier but... I feel like you only want to see me, or call me, or text me when you're in the mood. I'm never your first choice to go out to dinner with, or have a nice picnic outside, or grab a coffee with. I'm just the girl that you call up when you want pussy, and honestly just... I want something more than that."

It was true. Seulgi only ever interacted with you if she wanted a quick fuck or to play with your body unrepentantly. She would take other woman out on dates, experimenting with various other girls to find someone she truly liked. She's even went as far as sending you a picture once while she was out on a date, only to explain later that she wanted to make you jealous so she can fuck you while your mad, claiming you looked hot when heated.

Nobody knew about you. She decided to keep you her own secret, and when you would ask why she would never want to mention you to her groupmates, or her other friends, it was always the same response.

"I want to be the only one to know about you, since you're mine and nobody else can have you."

You knew it was bullshit, because Seulgi could care less if she was on a casual stroll down the street and saw you were out on a date with someone. Her eye wouldn't even spare a blink.

You wanted Seulgi as something more than just a booty call, you wanted her in every state, in every way. But what was the point if Seulgi only used you for your body, and also the fact that she would continuously remind you how sexy and attractive you were, but never how kind and beautiful instead.

Seulgi, already anticipating your whole speech sooner or later, rolled her eyes and went back to putting her clothes on.

"Y/n I've told you this, I am so fucking busy with work every day. I do so much for us-"

"That's not true!" You exclaim, your hands pushing the woman's shoulders to make her stumble back into the wall, and if it had not been you to do that, Seulgi probably would have spit in their face and walked away.

"Seul I see you talk to other girls! I hear about everything you say to them! Why can't you do the same to me?"

You sounded alost desperate, and absolutely hated the words that were spurting from your tongue, cringing with every syllable.

"Did you forget what we talked about when this whole thing started Y/n?" Seulgi slowly approaches you, walking you backwards until your back comes into contact with the cold marble of the sink.

"This thing between us, is specifically just sex. I've said that."

It pains you to hear Seulgi's sincereness, your brain screaming continuously to just give up on her and walk out of this party, but your heart knew you couldn't.

"Seulgi we've been doing this for two years," you sigh, "I want you in more ways than just sex."

The woman laughs in your face, turning around as if asking the audience "did you just hear what she said?", and it ruined you. The tears waste no time in filling the brim of your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

"Y/n, let's get this clear," her finger pushes against your chest, any harder and she would poke you through your heart.

"You are the only person I ever have sex with now, so first of all, you should be grateful."

She's ridiculous, it almost makes you laugh.

"Second of all, you might want to go on all these stupid little dates together, and get ice cream and watch movies and live happily ever after, but it doesn't fucking work that way, so we must have had a miscommunication in what this", Seulgi waves her finger back and forth from herself to you, "is."

You go to open your mouth and reply to her, but she cuts you off with more to say.

"I made it clear to you what we were getting ourselves into, so whatever you thought, is never gonna happen," her finger now pushes against your forehead, "so get that out of your head."

With that, Seulgi picks up her phone from off of the toilet seat cover, opening the door brutally before she slams it behind her, not even sparring a final glance.

So now you're back in your familiar place, on your knees, head dug into your hands as the sobs wreak from you throat.

It didn't matter anyway, because in two days you know she's going to show up at your apartment door, kissing away each apology and promising good sex as an expression of regret.

And if that's all you could do to stay by her side, then so be it.

[doderyscoffee]

pairing: jung sungchan x fem!reader (oc) genre&au(s): fluff(?), humor, enemies to lovers, high school!au warnings: language, name calling, light bullying between friends, mentions of sex, characters are implied to be seniors length: 0.7k

[7:56 am]— Joohyun slammed her locker door shut. “Is this another one of those prom-posal things where the guy desperately gets on one knee and begs me to let him take me out? Is that what this is?”

Mark Lee nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling with hope and his pearly whites on clear display. He was bent down on one knee, holding a grand poster with the words “Don’t be naughty, let me take you to prom!” in bright red—and black for “naughty”—in his hands. The sight was hilariously pathetic.

“Get up,” Joohyun said, shifting her books so they were closer to her chest. “The answer is no, but thanks for the laugh.” She turned to me. “Let’s go. And before you say anything, it’s eight in the morning.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” I said as we disappeared down the hall. “Well, I was going to say one thing: Isn’t he younger than us?”

“By a year, but that doesn’t stop them.”

“Stop who?” asked Seulgi, who had emerged from a nearby classroom.

“Boys,” I said. “What were you in there for?”

Seulgi’s cheeks turned red and she smiled. “I was just asking for some more one-on-one time.”

“Ew.” Joohyun pretended to gag. “The guy’s ancient.”

“His student teacher is not.” Seulgi pushed a section of hair off her shoulder. “Who asked you out this morning?”

“Mark Lee.”

“The junior?”

“There isn’t another Mark Lee.”

Seulgi turned to me. “Has anyone asked you yet?”

I snorted. “No, and I don’t want them to.” We turned another corner. “I’m fine going with you two.”

“Well…” Seulgi straightened her posture. “I might have a date.”

Joohyun stopped in her tracks. “Get out. Who?”

“I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Oh, you whore!”

Seulgi rolled her eyes. “I don’t have to tell you everything, mom.”

“Just don’t get pregnant,” I said. “Has anyone seen Seungwan? She owes me money.”

“For what?” asked Seulgi.

“Snacks.”

“That’s unfair.”

“Not when it’s fifteen dollars worth.”

“You’re just cheap.”

“I’m broke.”

Joohyun turned to look into the mob of students. “Three o’clock.”

Seulgi and I followed Joohyun’s eyes, landing on no one other than rival!Jung Sungchan.

“Can we go?” I asked, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

“Why?” Seulgi bit her lip. Was she seriously trying to look hot right now? “He’s cute.”

“Yeah, but I fucked him last week!” I hissed, grabbing her arm. “Let’s go!”

“What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that she’s not interested and it looks like he is,” said Joohyun.

“Yes, thanks for the rundown, Captain Obvious. Do you want to point out what shoes I’m wearing next?” I stepped closer to my friends, hoping that Sungchan would just walk by on his merry way, but nothing seemed to go my way anymore.

“Y/N?” Sungchan said as he got closer, and Seulgi took a step back, revealing my half-curled form to the only guy I didn’t want to see. “Are you hiding?”

“No, I’m coughing,” I said, standing back to my full height.

“Are you sick?” He reached a hand out and pressed it against my forehead.

“Sick of you.”

“You don’t have a temperature.”

“Did your hand-thermometer tell you that?”

“Why weren’t you at yesterday’s party?”

“What is this? An interrogation?”

“Just wondering why you didn’t make it to your own team’s celebration party.”

“I was busy.”

“Doing what?”

I sighed. “What do you want, Sungchan?”

“Another blowjob would be nice.”

“Get over yourself.”

“Prom.”

“What about prom?”

“Are you going with anyone?”

“No.”

“You are now.”

“You can’t just make decisions for me.”

“I just did.” He smiled as if he were proud of himself. “We’re wearing blue.”

“I don’t even like blue!”

“We can negotiate green.”

“I’m not going with you!”

Before I could say another word, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. I resisted the urge to punch the nearest locker or, better yet, Sungchan himself.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at six!” Sungchan said, walking backwards. “You can pick out your dress!”

“I guess you’re going with someone now.” Seulgi nudged me playfully as we walked the rest of the way to class. “Oh, calm down! The post-prom sex will be good.”

“You’re the worst, Seulgi,” I said.

[sehodreamsthoughts]

ooh okay i’ll have to check out ao3 then 🤭🤭 eunseok, sungchan, anton are my bias line for sure + seunghan.. ok just all of riize but fem!riize sounds so cute the way you talk about it :(( i’ve been wanting to read more wlw romance books too because im bi but generally wlw relationships are more my cup of tea, i don’t like conventional gender roles except in the form of like kink… lol like thinking about being sungchan’s housewife is fun but i’d never want to do that irl and honestly most of what i write and consume on here i don’t rly imagine it as myself as much as another girl (cuz i’m gay and the thought of the girl’s actions n reactions are like, just as hot as what riize is doing… u probably get me)

idk if u know a lot of girl groups but there’s def a few female idols that i would literally do anything they asked omg😳😳😳

- 🥟 anon

I'm also not into conventional gender roles at all, and yeah I'd never pay for a date with a man (I have a whole explanation but that's another thing I could go on for hours 😭) but I have no interest in doing any of the things we write about in real life (I mean with this for example being a stay at home wife of someone or even getting married with a man because I'm fucking traumatized with my family dynamic).

To be honest, if any man tried to even treat me a 1% like toxic!riize I'd cut their dicks or at least give them a ton of trauma back because no man is going to treat me like that EVER. I would rather throw myself down the stairs than let a man choose what I wear, how I talk, who I talk to or even what I can or can't eat.

That's why I don't get some people getting all crazy about how we make the boys as characters act, in the end this is all fiction and fantasies 😭.

I know a few of the recent girl groups but I have this big ass problem in which I have a hard time seeing them sexually (I have no idea why, well no, I can kind of imagine why), I could read love stories without doubt but reading about having sex with or between them kind of feels weird (I'll probably be cancelled for this), the smut has to be reallyyyy hot for me to think oh damn (I've read wonyoung stuff here that was amazing, I have respect for that 😍) but in general I don't read much about girl idols x reader or idol yuri that has no plot (I read lesbian stuff with fictional characters tho, but in the case of idols I'm more there because of the love stories).

I guess fem!riize is my safe space also because they're fictional too 😭 and I can create a ton of scenarios with them because it's all in my head, I love pure smut with them, romance, angst, everything with those girls.

I don't think I have any idol I'm gay for (I have a ton of biases like Joy and Seulgi tho 👁️👄👁️🩷) but I'm still curious of what idols do you like 👀 (if you don't mind sharing)

[edgaralienpoe]

You’ve slept in the same bed together, gone on long road trips crammed next to each other in the back seat of someone’s rickety old car, and seen each other naked on the rare occasion when your more impulsive friends decide to go skinny dipping in the middle of the night during a camping trip. 

So why was this moment–here swaying in his arms to some nondescript, retro love song–so incredibly potent for you. Why did it feel like your heart was being inflated like a party balloon and twisted into the vague shape of a poodle? 

since now I even work on Sundays (and it makes me miserable) I decided to finally read this!! and as I was expecting it made me feel a little better <333

you always eat mads

I really hope my boss wasn't seeing me through the CCCTV bc I was giggling crying gagging

I'm copying my notes exactly how I wrote them as I was reading so all of this probably won't make any sense

hoshi being late because his dishwasher was going crazy is my favorite thing, being a chaotic adult isn't easy

I'm hoshi

when seulgi was mentioned I was like "where else was she a character?" And I thought it was on 'ritual' but it was on can't help myself *sobs while waiting for chapter 2*

I LOVE FRIENDSHIP SO MUCH

"It was how most mornings–afternoons, evenings, nights–were spent between the four of you (five, when Seulgi was around). Helping each other as much as you hindered and teased. Being in the same ameobus friend group since the early days of college will do that. The familiarity is almost too potent at times. You knew the ins and outs of each other. Every weakness, every strength, and every potential."

i love how the friendship wasn't only described as a whole but also a you described the character's personality individually

made me appreciate them more as a reader

seulgi my queen women for the win✊✊

jeonghan watching it all go down lmao I know he knows something more

It's me I'm the friends to lovers cliché lover they're referring to

the conversation about the back story😭😭😭 that must've been so awkward when you're actually in love with the friend you're pretending to date

I LOVE THAT PEOPLE ARE LIKE 'ABOUT TIME' after they started to "date"

I hated that oc wanted to break up with him right there bc mingyu was hot😭😭

but I guess I would too if o was pretending to date my friend and mingyu just showed up

I KNEW JEONGHAN KNEW he ate with that 'this is what you get for playing with feelings'

I fucking hate oc fucking bitch

I know cheol almost choke when oc said he was jealous lol

not him still having the old-ass shirt🥺

CHEOL ASKING OC TO MAKE A CHOICE I WOULD DIE

mingyu didn't get laid :(((

I guess mingyu is me and I'm mingyu :/

mads I just hope you know that everything you write stays with me for a long time: characters, stories, situations <333

I NEED MORE OF THIS FRIEND GROUP

other people’s weddings | choi seungcheol

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader, some mingyu x fem!reader other cast: soonyoung, jeonghan, seulgi, johnny (sorry to johnny for this), saerom cameo, jihoon mention genre: rom com, fake dating au, slight love triangle au, friends to lovers, idiots to idiots in love warnings: language, mature themes, some suggestive content sprinkled throughout and allusions to sex (nothing explicit at all), reader uses she/her pronouns throughout word count: 15.6k

“Remind me again: which wedding is this one?” you ask, head resting in your palm as you sit at your best friend’s kitchen table at 10:30am in your emerald green (and slightly stained) cocktail dress. 

Seungcheol glances at you in the reflection of the mirror in front of him, hands halting briefly in the process of tying his bright blue tie. “You didn’t bother to look at the invitation this morning?” His expression straddles the line between bemusement and annoyance. An expression you’ve come to know quite well over your many years of friendship. 

“No,” you shrug, taking a small sip from your iced caramel macchiato. He audibly sighs. A performance of his annoyance with you–another thing you’ve gotten used to. “You know where we’re going, and since I’m going with you, I just have to show up and look pretty.” you wink at him as he levels you with a slight glare and furrowed brows. “Don’t look at me like that, we have like…six weddings to go to this summer.” Seungcheol rolls his eyes at the exaggeration before turning his attention back to the strip of fabric hanging around his neck. 

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[baekhvuns]

FUCKING HELL THE APP HAS BEEN GLITCHY FOR THE PAST 3 DAYS BUT I FINALLY MADE IT HERE

God, the news about Moonbin really punched me in the gut, I can't believe this... 💔😢😢😢😢 I wasn't a huge Astro fan, but I liked them, I was sad when Rocky left and now this... so heartbreaking. I went through a few situations like that in kpop, but it's always absolutely devastating. I went to his memorial yesterday 💔

Sorry if I don't reply to everything, I'm on the train half awake </3

What's up in the Baeksussy land? 👀 should I ask about your Yunho fic? 😅

Sjajhajshahagaha "RM only played well, because our players were injured" lmao of course you had to say that 😆. what n*zis?! 😭 the history of Catalonia and Spain is extremely vile and complicated and tbh I don't know every detail, but what is this bullshit, I had no idea until you told me.

Honestly football isn't that serious, why are they doing this :/

I think Leclerc got a ricochet because of the Ferrari team, idk if he had a scandal or whatever, I think I remember seeing something or maybe it wasn't him lol, but lots of people don't support him I noticed that. Hope the Lewis movie will be decent

Ofc Seonghwa is hot and pretty regardless, but he's even hotter with long hair, the baldness is ok if I can only see one side of his head 😭 but I'm glad to see there are more and more undercut dislikers, I know we're so brave for it, because Seonghwa loves his hedgehog head, but sorry 💔 at least dye your hair if you wanna be bald. And mushroom Hwa, sigh, why must I suffer so much :( everyone who saw blonde Seonghwa i'm at your door 💀💀💀💀 can't believe I missed it. His hair better grow at least 5cm before May.

Stop don't talk about Dozen cause I legit saw ads for him??? But seriously, can that bitch ass idiot Chris Lee make an announcement about him. SuperM isn't happening anytime soon I think, but I need him away from WayV. No Taeyong, no Taeyeon, no Seulgi. I lost by not going to the Dojaejung premiere

YY is quite shy actually, shameless but shy lol. Ten, Kun and Xiaojun looked at us up close when they were passing by and I just 🧍🏽‍♀️anyways I'm seeing them twice next week, but before that I'm going to see Atz though my seat isn't the best and I'll be separated from my friends, so that's not great lol

I won't survive wet Hwa. Kinda glad I won't be in Japan then. But they could go to Waterbomb Korea instead 🙄

I bought some NCT dolls, got a lot of pcs, and 2 shirts. Each member had their lil corner, it was a pretty cute set up. Another money grab from SM, but an adorable one. Aaaaaand I went to the Teezmon pop up and it was carnage out there, almost had to fight for Winklemon! I don't have time to queue on different days, so I sacrificed myself, it was worth it cause LOOK AT HIM, LOOK AT BOTH OF THEM https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1649318208069836805?t=TLUM-4UlbakB3A6Pty4TBA&s=19

Ok beautiful man... https://twitter.com/thingshwa/status/1649675607578386433?t=sMRx1xkYH0oDKxSRSan4zA&s=19 guess the hair isn't that bad, but it could've been better. But seeing the setlist for that festival I'm glad I chose Taemin over it ajsjjababshajwjsjs don't they have other songs, it was literally LOVEsome festival but they had to perform SMN and The Real for the millionth time, I sleep 💤

FINALLY THEY STOPPED BEING HWAPHOBIC AND RELEASED THE VIDEO. But Also??? MBC I WILL MURDER YOU https://twitter.com/sunshine_1117/status/1650758031624536064?t=uM8gBXsy1JvryCcx95IxWg&s=19

OK NOW ABOUT LEE TAEMIN I WAS SCREAMING SHAKING CRYING HE WAS SO ODOROBOL AND HE'S BLONDE!!! AND SHINEE ANNIVERSARY EVENTS SOON?! AND AN ALBUM TOO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA CAN'T BELIEVE I WITNESSED HIM IN THE FLESH AFTER 10000 YEARS AND SHINEE FAN MEETING TOO I NEED TO EXTEND MY STAY OR SOMETHING 😭😭😭😭

GOD IS HERE https://twitter.com/iheartshinee_/status/1649652153051656192?t=pgNdOdJ1qqF44fRo3XpwZw&s=19

Thoughts.... https://twitter.com/thinkingabtpsh/status/1649982703133917184?t=XO-Eh9icKw8N2BRjlluZQQ&s=19 the only football player I respect tbh

Stop!!! https://twitter.com/sunshine_1117/status/1650752854209208320?t=bt9_qH1LFxJB7OEPNDBmRg&s=19 and HOLY FUCKING?!?!?? https://twitter.com/pshsource/status/1651063478076198921?t=-7pBj-QaZOAMvmC7leNCjA&s=19

2006... if he's an uncle then I'm a grandma https://twitter.com/minjaeries/status/1650826458313662464?t=_sfGCe2HyJO0qXndMyR9aQ&s=19 - I went to the Teezmon shop with a few ppl including my friend's sister and her friend, they're 17 and so fucking weird, never felt such huge generation gap. Hope to never see them again <3 - DV 💖

hello!!!

FUCKING HELL THE APP HAS BEEN GLITCHY FOR THE PAST 3 DAYS BUT I FINALLY MADE IT HERE

IT LITERALLY HAS BEEN THE FUCKING UPDATES AND EVERYTHING COULD NOT EVEN SEE THE TEXT BC OF IT GNWMFJWK ANYWAY HOW ARE U

God, the news about Moonbin really punched me in the gut, I can't believe this... 💔😢😢😢😢 I wasn't a huge Astro fan, but I liked them, I was sad when Rocky left and now this... so heartbreaking. I went through a few situations like that in kpop, but it's always absolutely devastating. I went to his memorial yesterday 💔

it really did no 😭😭 i was a moderate fan esp after always you era… after san dropped his cover and then, it all kind of repeated almost,,,, i still do not believe it honestly, like just like that???? how come??? it’s unreal to me,, it really is always, always devastating and leaves such a mark man,, it really is heartbreaking 😭😭😭 you did?? did u perhaps see the shawol who left candies there,, on the letter she wrote if moonbin met jonghyun and if they both talked and if they are travelling and that they should stick by each other’s side 😭😭😭 hoping his sister is doing well i can’t believe how much pain she’s going thru, gone too young

Sorry if I don't reply to everything, I'm on the train half awake </3 /// What's up in the Baeksussy land? 👀 should I ask about your Yunho fic? 😅

no worries! baeksussy land has been watching older romcoms! rn as im writing this im watching monster in law 😭😭 …yunho,, yeah i VFKWHDKWJDKWBDK see i was writing it and i was gonna continue onto the nsfw area and then the news came and it just doesn’t feel right to write anything atm so i have it on hold!

Sjajhajshahagaha "RM only played well, because our players were injured" lmao of course you had to say that 😆. what n*zis?! 😭 the history of Catalonia and Spain is extremely vile and complicated and tbh I don't know every detail, but what is this bullshit, I had no idea until you told me. /// Honestly football isn't that serious, why are they doing this :/

LMFAOOOO ITS TRUE HEY PEDRI WAS OUT, DEMBELE IDK IF HE HAS LEGS ATP, DE JONG WAS OUT ????? rm karma 🤚🏻benz kroos and modric next season last season <///3 yEAAAH UHUH THEY DID THAT. I DONT EVEN KNOW WHATS WRONG WITH THEM??? THEYRE LIKE REWRITING HISTORY FOR FOOTBALL??? ARE THEY MAD???? they did this bc barca’s president said that rm has historically been favoured, and they made a whole video out of it, got the govt involved and damaged relationships 😭😭😭 ultimate rm L,, LIKE THIS OVER FOOTBALL??? it’s really not that serious wHAT

now…..man city v arsenal 😶😶😶 how are u holding up anon

I think Leclerc got a ricochet because of the Ferrari team, idk if he had a scandal or whatever, I think I remember seeing something or maybe it wasn't him lol, but lots of people don't support him I noticed that. Hope the Lewis movie will be decent

i think his only scandal is the one where he didn’t kneel for the blm thing, idk much about it but twt f1 stan’s blew it up and the media were trying to frame him as a racist for not kneeling and it got pretty bad bc it became a topic about who was kneeling and who isn’t instead of the actual discussion, was super messy all around !!! other than that i think ppl mostly just pity him bc his prime years are being wasted at ferarri,,, mostly everyone likes him bc he’s quite consistent w driving and is down to earth at his ripe age, max is quite disliked 1. bc of his dad, 2. bc of him on the track 3. anger issues. the bigger scandal was with mazepin who apparently was involved w putin somehow??? he’s the one EVERYONE hates, no question, it created a big BIG scandal, he was annoying on track anyways so deserved but he’s really disliked universally 🔫 hope so too!! much needed f1 movie finally!!!

Ofc Seonghwa is hot and pretty regardless, but he's even hotter with long hair, the baldness is ok if I can only see one side of his head 😭 but I'm glad to see there are more and more undercut dislikers, I know we're so brave for it, because Seonghwa loves his hedgehog head, but sorry 💔 at least dye your hair if you wanna be bald. And mushroom Hwa, sigh, why must I suffer so much :( everyone who saw blonde Seonghwa i'm at your door 💀💀💀💀 can't believe I missed it. His hair better grow at least 5cm before May.

hear me out, long hair hwa at the waterbomb festival 🤚🏻😳🤚🏻 no cause i looked up photos and even that tread, why was the literally bald from the back during wonderland era 🤨 LIKE STRAIGHT UP BALDING BRKQHDKWHCKS ????? PREPARING FOR ENLISTMENT??? hedgehog head STOP 😭😭

Stop don't talk about Dozen cause I legit saw ads for him??? But seriously, can that bitch ass idiot Chris Lee make an announcement about him. SuperM isn't happening anytime soon I think, but I need him away from WayV. No Taeyong, no Taeyeon, no Seulgi. I lost by not going to the Dojaejung premiere

NO WAY???? THERES ADS FOR THAT MAN??? 🤨 u know even if those allegations were fake, im never forgetting what he did to baek 🔫🔫 dO not care that was actually so painful to watch, forever a dozen for ever a 12,,, CHRIS LEE NEED TO LEAVE AND TAKE THAT 12 W HIM !!!!!!!! he contributed nothing in terms of voice to superm or wayv, really, most of it was carried by the other members repeatedly ??? I SWEAR NOT GOING TO THE DODAEJUNG PREMIER WAS UR FIRST MISTAKE

YY is quite shy actually, shameless but shy lol. Ten, Kun and Xiaojun looked at us up close when they were passing by and I just 🧍🏽‍♀️anyways I'm seeing them twice next week, but before that I'm going to see Atz though my seat isn't the best and I'll be separated from my friends, so that's not great lol /// I won't survive wet Hwa. Kinda glad I won't be in Japan then. But they could go to Waterbomb Korea instead 🙄

shamelessly shy 😭😭😭 oh he’s chaotic evil 😭😭😭 JFBWNDWJFKW STARSTRUCK WERE U DNDNDN AAAAA BOTH ATEEZ AND WAYV??? anon how will u survive wet hwa, ALONE????

I bought some NCT dolls, got a lot of pcs, and 2 shirts. Each member had their lil corner, it was a pretty cute set up. Another money grab from SM, but an adorable one. Aaaaaand I went to the Teezmon pop up and it was carnage out there, almost had to fight for Winklemon! I don't have time to queue on different days, so I sacrificed myself, it was worth it cause LOOK AT HIM, LOOK AT BOTH OF THEM https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1649318208069836805?t=TLUM-4UlbakB3A6Pty4TBA&s=19

anon u better pack ur suitcases tight bc im in my way for those shirts, SM MONEY GRAB WORKS WONDERS UNFORTUNATELY,,, AAAAAA DID U GET ALL THE WINKLEMON’S STOPPP THATS SO CUTE GET OUT 😭😭 KQ FOLLOWING SM’S MONEY GRABS

Ok beautiful man... https://twitter.com/thingshwa/status/1649675607578386433?t=sMRx1xkYH0oDKxSRSan4zA&s=19 guess the hair isn't that bad, but it could've been better. But seeing the setlist for that festival I'm glad I chose Taemin over it ajsjjababshajwjsjs don't they have other songs, it was literally LOVEsome festival but they had to perform SMN and The Real for the millionth time, I sleep 💤

bro is majestic, a rockstar 🤚🏻 the wet hair look is prepping us for the waterbomb festival fbwnfbsn NO BC WHY WAS THE SETLIST ALL HYPE bring out time for love it’s that song’s turn !!!!! can’t believe im saying this, tired of them performing smn and the real, u got so much more pls use it 😭😭😭🤲🏻

FINALLY THEY STOPPED BEING HWAPHOBIC AND RELEASED THE VIDEO. But Also??? MBC I WILL MURDER YOU https://twitter.com/sunshine_1117/status/1650758031624536064?t=uM8gBXsy1JvryCcx95IxWg&s=19

FBMWFWKBDWAMJDKS THE AGGRESSION THE WAY I SCREAMED AT GHAT 😭😭😭 SAW WHOLE HASTAG DEMANDING KQ TO DO BETTER,, the not giving seonghwa promo bc he’s ‘naturally popular’ oKAY??? MAKE HIM MORE POPULAR 😭😭😭

OK NOW ABOUT LEE TAEMIN I WAS SCREAMING SHAKING CRYING HE WAS SO ODOROBOL AND HE'S BLONDE!!! AND SHINEE ANNIVERSARY EVENTS SOON?! AND AN ALBUM TOO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA CAN'T BELIEVE I WITNESSED HIM IN THE FLESH AFTER 10000 YEARS AND SHINEE FAN MEETING TOO I NEED TO EXTEND MY STAY OR SOMETHING 😭😭😭😭

YES I WAS WAITING FOR THEIF BRMQBDKWHDWKDHWKDHKW THE LEE TAE MIN HOW THE HELL DID U SURVIVE, HOW WAS HE, HOW DID HE LOOK LIKE, WAS HE OKAY, WAS HE COMFY WAS HE SINGING OKAY WAS HE COMFORTABLE FHAMFJK U NEED TO EXTEND IT IDC IDC U HAVE TO SEE THEM ANON COME ON PLS FBMWBDK

GOD IS HERE https://twitter.com/iheartshinee_/status/1649652153051656192?t=pgNdOdJ1qqF44fRo3XpwZw&s=19 /// Thoughts.... https://twitter.com/thinkingabtpsh/status/1649982703133917184?t=XO-Eh9icKw8N2BRjlluZQQ&s=19 the only football player I respect tbh

STOP I MISSED HIM SO MUCH THAT SMILE 🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭 now, that football player looks like he plays for spurs

and they’re going madrid, if i see them do hala madrid it’s ON SIGHT but the organizers are the kpopflex ppl so 😬

Stop!!! https://twitter.com/sunshine_1117/status/1650752854209208320?t=bt9_qH1LFxJB7OEPNDBmRg&s=19 and HOLY FUCKING?!?!?? https://twitter.com/pshsource/status/1651063478076198921?t=-7pBj-QaZOAMvmC7leNCjA&s=19

oh if he pulls up wearing white. anon. record, zoom do everything u can to CAPTURE IT IDK BUY A CAMERA TAKE PHOTOS FJWKFHWK DO IT FBWNHDKW AND THAT PHOTO COLLECTION??? 😩😩😩 ON MY WAY TO STEAL BC WHAT THE FUCK THAT HAIR

2006... if he's an uncle then I'm a grandma https://twitter.com/minjaeries/status/1650826458313662464?t=_sfGCe2HyJO0qXndMyR9aQ&s=19 - I went to the Teezmon shop with a few ppl including my friend's sister and her friend, they're 17 and so fucking weird, never felt such huge generation gap. Hope to never see them again <3 - DV 💖

LMFAOOOO UNCLE FBWNFJEK 2006?????! WHAAAAAT???? generational gap…anon sometimes i wonder how much older ur are than me, def like a solid 6-7 years 😭😭😭, boomer.

woah woah first rosalia and now this? actually this sounds similar ngl

😭😭😭

WE WON ANON WE WON TOTALLY SPIES REBOOTTT

[rendaze]

triads and tribulations (m)

+ featuring . . . jimin x reader x taehyung

+ summary . . . if your best friend asks you to fuck his boyfriend, who are you to say no?

+ genre . . . pwp, smut

+ wordcount . . . 8.4k

+ warnings . . . rough sex, sub!reader, a lot dirty talk, heavy degradation (use of ‘slut’, 'whore', etc.), dumbification, breeding kink, impreg kink, use of toys, cumplay, cum swallowing (!!!), spit play, reader gets tied up

When your best friend, Park Jimin, arrives at your doorstep rain-soaked, you’re only half-surprised when he asks you to fuck his boyfriend. Not that he’d ever made the request before (theirs being a monogamous, loving relationship), but Jimin was always doing out of pocket shit. You shouldn’t have been even the half-surprised that you were, to be honest.

“And why would I do that?” you replied, voice as dry as the argyle carpet had been before Jimin’s Chelsea boots stepped on it.

“Because you’re the bestest friend a dude could have and you love me?” He hugged your arm to his chest, tugging you back-and-forth. The rain droplets that shifted to your skin were glacial. “Also, I paid for dinner last week.”

You jostled him away before your pajamas dampened any further. “That was ten dollars.”

“And?”

“You’re pimping me out to Taehyung for ten dollars.”

“I’m not pimping you out,” he said. “Because I’d be there too.”

You scoffed. Jimin’s plans were always one of two options: laughable or inconceivably ridiculous. “Excuse me?”

Jimin walked to the drawers where you kept your towels with the ease of one who’d made a home in a place not their own. He threw himself on the couch without a care that the red turned dark with moisture, feet on the glass coffee table, flipping through your mail with vague interest –‘We forgot to pay this’, he would say, as if your bills were his business. Not that he would ever pay—rent or dinner plans—without expecting something in return. In the past, that had been accompanying him to his dance recitals as his personal photographer, or (pre-Taehyung era) being his wingwoman and inciting jealousy to bitter exes. Clearly, the extent to which you’d go as his best friend had evolved in his mind since.

“Okay, let me explain,” he pouted, patting the cushion beside him. Reluctantly, you sat. “You remember how Taehyung lost his virginity to me ages ago?” ‘Ages ago’ meaning ‘two years’ in Jimin-speak. “Well, he’s been curious about what it’d be like to sleep with a woman because he never has, and well… you’re a woman.”

“Wow, I’m so thankful that I was the first coochie-owner to come to mind.”

“Actually, the first was Seulgi but-” You smacked his arm. “Kidding!”

“Does your proposition not sound like the most awkward fucking thing ever?”

“He has a big dick, I’m just saying.” Jimin dodged your next attack. “Also, he’s always thought you were really cute.”

“Do you not hear the words coming out of your mouth, right now? That’s your boyfriend.”

“A boyfriend who mentioned that he wanted to fuck you.”

It was easy to surmise that Jimin was lying. One, you’d be lying if you were to say that Jimin didn’t have a slight proclivity for falsifying truth to get what he wanted like a petulant child, and two, Taehyung had never shown signs of ever having been attracted to you.

You groaned, sinking further into the cushions. “And what about you? Does that not bother you?”

He hummed. “I actually think it would be kinda hot.”

Your back straightened as you turned to him, aghast. Your friendship had never been permeated with ‘what-ifs’ or any sort of tension. You’d even say he was like a brother to you if you hadn’t made out with him at Kim Seokjin’s party in freshman year. Drunken mistakes were drunken mistakes… surely, he didn’t remember it.

But the way he glanced at your lips as you struggled to respond made you think otherwise.

“No pressure,” Jimin smiled. “I know you find Taehyung attractive, I’m not blind.”

“I never said…”

He leaned in, close enough that his breath tickled your skin. “I know you find me attractive, too.” You pushed at his shoulder half-heartedly. He didn’t budge. “So, what’d you say? You in?”

“You’re being way too casual about all of this.” Because if you didn’t fight back then you’d have to admit to yourself that a part of you had thought of Jimin during lone nights, fingers between your legs and guilt in the back of your mind.

“Because it’s just sex,” he said. And when he stated it like that it didn’t sound like a big deal. Because it was just sex. Or, rather, sex-based curiosity on Taehyung’s part. Sex that Jimin would just happen to watch.

Your thighs rubbed together as you squirmed in your seat. It was despicable how easily persuadable you were as someone who’d been on a four-month dry spell.

You let Jimin stir in waiting for a few moments before grumbling your answer: “Fine.”

“I didn’t hear you,” he teased. He threw a leg over your lap, playfully leaning in. “Can you repeat that?”

You shoved him off as he laughed. “I said ‘fine’, but if it becomes awkward, I’m dipping.”

“Oh, thank god, because I might have told him that you already agreed, and he might already be on his way here.”

“Might?!” You grabbed the throw pillow and smacked him with it until his forearms lifted to shield his oh, so precious face. “And what if I said no?”

“Then we’d have a very lovely, very platonic dinner.”

Park Jimin was a handful, and you wondered why you went with all of his dumb plans. Maybe, you thought, because they always end up working out.

You weren’t sure if this one would.

Twenty minutes of ‘Desperate Housewives’ later, the buzzer sounded. You’d never seen Jimin more excited to open the door in your life, metaphorical tail wagging as he bounced off the couch and jumped over the coffee table in his rush to answer it.

From where you sat, Taehyung’s baritone voice echoed in the hallway. The sentences were difficult to decipher, but you vaguely heard: ‘yeah, I brought it’.

As dizzy as you were with nerves, the hint of excitement that rose to the surface was undeniable.

You stood as they approached. To sit felt vulnerable, letting their tall figures hover over you with the promise of what you were about to do hanging in the air. Instead, you gestured to the kitchen. “Anyone want wine?”

Taehyung chuckled, scratching his nape.

You were reminded of his attractiveness with the new development, having viewed him as an unattainable figure during the length of his relationship with Jimin. His hair fell down his chiseled features in damp curls, likely having just showered after the gym – evident by the sports bag in his right fist. The kind of appearance that would cause anyone to stop and stare regardless of what they were doing.

His eyes darted around your living room as if it were his first time there. It wasn’t. You were as close to him as one would expect: one-on-one conversations only revolving around Jimin. You knew more about him through second-hand information rather than from the man himself. Like how he was a business major who liked art and lived alone with a Pomeranian named ‘Yeontan’.

“We’re good,” Jimin declined, grinning in a way that sent signals to your synapses warning: ‘DANGER!’

You knew he had something up his sleeve (for when did he not?) So it shouldn’t have come as a shock when he sat you down between the two of them and pressed play on the remote, continuing where you left off on the episode you had been watching prior to Taehyung’s arrival.

Your brows furrowed.

Jimin ignored your attempts to garner his attention, focused on the pixelated catfight unfolding on screen.

Pressed to your left, Taehyung readjusted every few moments. Unlike his boyfriend, he didn’t look so invested in the show, but neither was he invested in you, the person he had supposedly come here to fuck.

“C’mon, isn’t this fun?” Jimin pouted, throwing an arm around your waist and snuggling into your neck. He peppered small kisses against the skin as if it were normal behaviour, as if this was what he always did when you two cuddled. It wasn’t. “I missed hanging out with my boyfriend and best friend together.”

The hand on your waist slowly slipped underneath your shirt and stayed there. Jimin’s fingers were soft against you, pressing circles against your ribs. He would just barely graze against the bottom of your chest, pushing the weight upward, before sliding back down to your stomach.

Your nipples ached, your lower stomach tensed, and your core throbbed.

Besides the accidental graze, Jimin had only ever touched you once in such a manner. It was foreign. He felt foreign. Unlike the man you’d grown up with. The familiar teasing glint in his gaze didn’t do much to dispel the permeating darkness. This was the Jimin you imagined Taehyung was all too familiar with; the Jimin you imagined when you pressed desperate circles into your clit late at night. You never thought you’d meet him.

Encouraged by Jimin’s movement, Taehyung placed his arm around your shoulder. From the window behind the couch, the setting sun painted the living room in apricot shades. Mood lighting.

Taehyung met your eyes to ask a silent question.

You nodded.

The hand resting on your shoulder inched down to your chest, ever so slightly pressing on its softness. You adjusted upwards until Taehyung’s fingers reached your nipples, the above-fabric touch doing nothing to quell your addled mind.

You bit your lip when he began to tweak the hardening bud, barely able to suppress your moans. Your cheeks heated. It was humiliating to be affected by a touch so juvenile, and yet there you were, thighs rubbing against one another desperate for a source of friction.

“Is something wrong?” Jimin taunted, as if his eyes hadn’t been glued to his boyfriend’s hand on your tit for the past minute.

You glared at him, whispering: “You guys have done this before, haven’t you?” ‘This’ being the addition of another party in their sexual ventures. Despite Taehyung’s hesitant advances, Jimin’s nymph-like teasing affirmed your assumption.

“Maybe,” he hummed. “But we’ve never fucked a woman together before. And we’ve definitely never fucked someone we’re close to.”

“Am I supposed to feel special?”

“You’re supposed to feel a lot of things.”

Jimin retreated to allow Taehyung more space to explore your body. He was most enamored by your tits. He lifted the soft flesh, tugging it by the nipple as high as he could, before dropping it in a jiggle.

Contrarily, Jimin went back to pretending that what the three of you were doing was nothing more than an innocent boyfriend-bestfriend bonding activity, offering offhand comments and quips of what was going on on screen.

As Jimin began his third (fourth?) rant about how the TV show should have progressed, Taehyung left wet kisses on your neck, breathing heavily into your skin. His grip on you tightened.

“I’m so hard right now,” he whimpered into your ear as if it were a confession. “You’re too pretty. Everything about you is so pretty. Your cute face trying to hide that I’m affecting you, your nipples poking through your shirt, your soft thighs. I don’t know how Jimin can handle being around you all the time without bending you over and fucking you until you can’t walk.”

You stifled your gasp by biting your palm. The deep timber of his voice rattled your bones beneath your goosebumped skin. This was the most you’d ever heard Taehyung speak to you in a single go and it just had to be this.

“Be quiet, we don’t want to bother Jimin.” Taehyung grinned, winking.

You were certain it was killing Jimin to act so nonchalant. If there was one thing he whined about the most it was this: being left out.

The notion of him sulking lifted the corners of your lips. “Oh, we definitely wouldn’t want that.”

With the previously apprehensive air dissipated, you stretched your neck to give more space to Taehyung’s nibbling. In a manner most teasing, he dipped his hand between your inner thighs but backed away before you got any sort of pleasure. He avoided your nipples as well, tracing along the circumference of it but never going past.

“You’re breathing so heavily,” Taehyung noted, focused on the way your chest expanded and deflated. “Jimin didn’t warn me that you were greedy. Thought you’d be desperate for any kind of touch. This isn’t enough for you?” His fingers barely brushed against the bud before retreating to the same circular motion outside of it.

You cursed your best friend internally. Leave it to him to make you out to be some kind of sex-deprived lunatic. “Aren’t you supposed to be the desperate one here?”

His brow raised. “Is that what you want?”

“What?”

Before you could blink, he went back to being the shyer boy you’d first met. Only his words were anything but.

“Can I please suck your tits? Please? Need them in my mouth so bad.”

He twisted so that he could hump his crotch against your hip, panting and licking at your ear like a dog in heat.

So, this was the duality Jimin had told you about. Fucking hell.

Dumbfounded, you could only look at him.

“Y/N’s so mean, you don’t even know how fucking difficult it is for us to stop staring at your tits,” he pouted. “I’ve wanted you in my mouth since the first day I met you. I used to feel so guilty about it, like I was cheating on Jimin, until I caught him staring at you the same way he stares at me when he wants me on my knees.”

How romantic, you thought.

Taehyung’s incessant circles against your chest distracted you from further rumination. He was relentless waves against the shore of your body. Pushing and pulling, back and forth. You likened Jimin to the moon that controlled the tide, far away and untouching yet desideratum to the movement.

Jimin’s eyes rolled skywards, as if he were asking heaven for the strength to get through this without interjecting himself into the situation.

The next five minutes passed similarly. Taehyung continued to touch you, teasing just enough to keep you in a constant state of unsatiated lust. His whispers grew dirtier, your underwear dampened further. Still, he avoided your cunt.

When the ending credits rolled, you could no longer take it.

Taehyung startled out of his nymphic act when you grabbed the front of his shirt. Your brow raised. “You wanted to fuck me, right?”

“I- um-” He gulped, panicked eyes hinting at his boyfriend for help. Jimin only chuckled, familiar with your abrasive attitude. It wasn’t a question of if you’d crack, but when.

“Yes,” Jimin intervened. “He does.”

“Then, touch me,” you said. “Properly.”

The silence hung heavy as if it were a string pulled taut. The playful teasing had been one thing, but fucking you was another. And you were past the point of denying how desperately you needed him to. So much so that you could barely give thought as to how it would happen, as long as it did; regardless of whether Jimin stood on the sidelines or not.

Taehyung’s hand went to rest on your cheek. Soft. Delicate. Like you were a porcelain vase he feared fracturing. His thoughtfulness would have been saccharine in any other circumstance – circumstances which didn’t include him having purred in your ear all the nasty shit he’d been dreaming of for the past half-hour. Instead, it was cruel. The prolonging of torture you thought you’d been done with the moment the screen turned black.

You pushed forward before hesitation struck.

His lips were plush against yours, betraying his grip on your thigh. It was as if he were concentrating all his strength into that one area so that your kisses could remain chaste, not wanting to overwhelm you.

But Jimin knew that that was exactly what you wanted.

“She needs it rougher than that, Tae.”

You broke apart, spit dangling between your cherry-blushed lips.

Taehyung leaned back. “Do you want to show me how?”

Jimin turned your head, caressing the plum marks dotting your neck. “Only if you’re okay with it.”

“This wouldn’t be our first time,” you replied.

With Taehyung’s hands still resting on your inner thighs, Jimin’s wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer against his figure.

The familiarity of his movement knocked the memory to the surface.

Your freshman year had been a blur of parties, studies, and readjustments. The only connecting thread had been Jimin: holding you as you cried in the bathroom after being sent a break-up text; waiting outside your lecture with bagels in hand after you’d almost failed your finals; brushing your hair back after you’d puked on your neighbor’s azaleas; pressing you against the wall after you’d jokingly grinded against his crotch during a party – you recalled how he tasted of cigarettes and vodka but smelled like the cologne you had picked for him for his eighteenth birthday. He was rough. Just as you’d told him you’d liked it. He knew you best, after all.

“Except this time we’re sober,” he said, and moved to kiss you.

Your lips met in thunderous silence, entangling to an unheard rhythm. His cello upper lip parted your mouth, slipping his tongue in. No explosions. No fireworks. Only him, him, him.

That softness only lasted for half a minute.

A moment of clarity struck as you belatedly realized whose tongue entwined your own. You wondered if you’d regret this night more than you had then. But your body was a beast whose yearning had reached its peak. All those nights where your thoughts would drift to that kiss culminated to this: your hands desperately clawing at his arms, not wanting the moment to end.

On your other side, Taehyung pressed wet kisses to your neck, pulling your collar to the side to trail his lips to the top of your breasts.

Their hands roamed your body, an article of clothing falling off every half-minute. It was only when you felt the comforter beneath your bareness that you realized you’d moved to your bedroom.

Jimin pulled your back to his chest as he sat against the headboard. He spread your legs open to Taehyung. “Do you want to see my best friend’s cunt, Tae?’

“Fuck,” Taehyung groaned, as Jimin split you farther apart until your whole pussy was on display for Taehyung’s eyes to consume. “She looks so pretty.”

There was a delicious humiliation in them talking about you as if you weren’t there. As if you were nothing but a source of entertainment for them to play with.

Jimin looked down, fingers teasing your inner thighs. “Huh… I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me for so long, Y/N. Let’s do a little recap for Tae, shall we?” He tugged your chin to face him. “Can you point out your clit for me?”

You swallowed, eyes glancing nervously between Taehyung and Jimin. Your hand slowly reached down to press against the swollen bud. “Um, here,” you said.

“Good girl,” Jimin patted your head. “Now, can you point out the hole you want fucked?”

You stammered, face heating up.

“Or holes.” He corrected.

You’d never felt so shy in front of him, and it was killing you.

Again, your hand dipped to your pussy, shallowly inserting a finger.

Jimin gave you a pointed stare. “And the other one?”

You blanked.

“Dumb little girl, you need me to point it out for you?” Jimin reached around you to circle the rim of your asshole with the rough pad of his index finger. “Have you ever been fucked here, baby?” He laughed at your shocked expression. “Maybe we can do that next time, hm?”

Next time?

“Tae,” Jimin called the attention of his dazed boyfriend, distracting you from his prior words. “Have you ever fingered a girl before?”

His mouth sputtered open and closed before he shook his head. You wondered if you and he shared the same heated expression.

“You wanna show him how?” Jimin licked a long line from your neck to your ear. “Show us how you play with your pretty cunny when you think about us fucking you.” He smirked at your silence. “Dumb baby can’t do anything without our help, huh?”

“Do you need Jimin to tell you what to do?” Taehyung hummed, scooting closer to you.

You didn’t need Jimin to tell you how to do anything… was what you would have said if your pussy wasn’t leaking rivers onto your bedsheets. The bastard had left you in a foggy mental state with just a few touches and now you could barely tell left from right.

Jimin took your lack of response as a confirmation of your ineptitude. “Tease yourself first,” he commanded, placing his hands on your waist.

Your fingers dragged around the outside of your labia and inner thighs, dipping so close yet so far to where you needed stimulation most. The electric rush sent shivers down your arms and gush leaked from your pussy straight to your ass. You turned your head to Jimin as if to ask him if you could finally move past the torture.

“One finger first without touching your clit,” he said. “Don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

You hid your scoff but followed. You gathered the spilled juices around your lips then inserted a finger into the warm crevice. Your muscles wrapped around it, sucking it in deeper, wanting more than only you could ever give it. Stubborn as you were, you heeded his patronizing words: building up your slow pace to a more moderate one.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Taehyung mindlessly whispered, palming himself. “I can’t believe we’re only doing this now. I’ve been thinking about this forever.”

The wet sounds of your fingers slamming into your pussy echoed in the small room. You curled them upwards, finding the spot that made your back arch and breath halt.

“Lie down,” Jimin interrupted.

You groaned when he moved your fingers from your cunt. You imagined them forcing you to keep a vibrator in your needy cunt everytime they were too busy to fuck you, if only so that you could never be tormented with that feeling of emptiness ever again.

Instead, they smirked at your wanton whines as you clawed for them to fill you.

They worshipped your body with kitten licks, peppering you with hickeys and spit. So entranced were you in their touch that you didn’t notice Jimin tying your arms above the headboard until you felt the burn of the rope on your wrists when you tugged too hard.

Taehyung grinned, fingering the small gap between your skin and his boyfriend’s expert ties, making sure there was enough space so as to not hurt you. “Jimin told me you liked being tied up.” His other hand swiped your mound. “He didn’t tell me how much.”

You glared at the offending snitch who only shrugged. “We tell each other everything,” he explained, as if that made it any better. “Like, how you also enjoy being teased.”

Jimin moved to your feet, spreading your legs wide enough for Taehyung to sit between them. In his hands were a roll of tape and an assortment of lipstick-small vibrators that made your cunt clench at the thought of them being used on you. Jimin leaned in to leave gentle licks over your skin. Everywhere he kissed, Taehyung would tape a vibrator to: your inner thighs, above your clit, and to your nipples. Your body thrummed as your best friend's boyfriend teased you with the wireless remote, leaving you anxious about when he’d turn it on.

“Please,” you begged, your pride lying tattered on the floor alongside your clothes. You nudged Jimin to do something other than watch you with hooded eyes as he caressed himself over his pants.

“What do you think we should do with her?” Taehyung said.

Jimin smirked before pressing the button underneath his thumb.

A humming noise filled the room. Taehyung held down your hips as your back thrashed, feeling desperate over the vibrations being so close to where you actually wanted them to be.

He crawled over your whining figure to place his lips on yours.

“I want you,” Taehyung admitted in between kisses. On your other side, Jimin’s rough fingers kneaded your thighs, causing the vibrations to spike closer to your mound.

Jimin moved from the bed and took his place leant against your desk, content to watch from a distance.

You felt like a child whose toy was being kept from her. “You’re not going to join us?”

His eyes wrinkled in a smile. “You want me to?”

You didn’t know what to say; not with Taehyung’s hands running over your tits, his lips suctioned to your neck. Jimin was your best friend, and yet your body called to him the way a siren’s song drew sailors to their death. It was greedy, how you wanted his hands to bring you to ecstasy alongside Taehyung’s.

Taehyung’s habits of impatience carried to the bedroom, his fingers slipping into your cunt without warning. He experimentally twisted and tugged at your insides, watching to see what made you scream the loudest. They curled so roughly, so deliciously into you, that your back arched uncontrollably. Jimin’s eyes stayed on yours.

“Fuck,” Taehyung panted, his eyes blown out dark. He pumped, and pumped: it filled the room with sticky, wet noises. “You’re so tight, I don’t know how I’m going to fit my cock in you.” You recalled Jimin’s warning about his length, and it only made your pussy clamp even tighter against his pounding digits.

“You want my cock first as prep for Tae, baby?” Jimin’s voice was as sensual as it was comforting, even in the strange circumstance. So comforting, that you didn’t even flinch from the pet name.

“Yes, please,” you whined.

Expletives fell from Taehyung’s lips as he stared at your pussy in awe, surprised at the gushing wetness that leaked from you with every loud stroke. “Do you think she can squirt, Jimin?” Taehyung looked at him with wide eyes.

“Only one way to find out, hm?” Jimin finally got the clue that you didn’t want him to just watch and began pressing the vibrators attached to your nipples, amplifying the feeling to your sensitive buds. You moaned. “Do you like being slutty for both of us?”

Your head nodded rapidly, eyes ping ponging from Taehyung to Jimin, unsure who to watch. Jimin grabbed your chest and redirected your focus to his boyfriend, whose head began to dip into your folds. You gasped at the first contact.

He slobbered over your pussy, jaw widening to swallow you whole. His tongue dragged against your folds and swiped through them in a zig-zag pattern. He didn’t give you time to rest, forcing you to adjust to his fast pace. “Am I doing good?” He looked up at you to gauge your reaction. Spit dribbled onto his chin alongside your wetness. He looked like a mess, a tantalizing one.

Jimin answered for you. “Give her more.”

Your head shook, feeling that anticipatory knot in your stomach, but Taehyung had already gone back in, now with the help of his fingers. As his tongue began fucking into you, his fingers pressed tight circles against your clit. You weren’t sure if this was his first time eating a girl out, but it was the most ecstasy you’d felt in years.

Jimin must’ve read the look on your face as he leaned in to press wet kisses against your ear and whispered: “How many times do you think we can get you to cum tonight, princess?”

“I’ll take everything you give me.” Your eyes tightened shut. “Please, I just need something in me.”

Jimin’s eyes sparkled. “Something?”

“You- I need you-”

But Jimin had already gone to Taehyung’s sports bag on the floor, pulling out a bright purple dildo.

You whined when Taehyung lifted his head from your cunt, your orgasm receding. He gave space for Jimin to sit beside him as the shorter man began to tease the object around your folds, spreading Tae’s saliva.

Without warning, Jimin shoved the entire length of the dildo in one quick stroke.

You saw white as your eyes rolled upwards, pleasure overtaking you.

“Do you even need our cocks? Seems like you’re having fun with just this. We could probably just leave you with this and go,” Jimin said.

Your eyes widened. “No! I need both of you in me, please.”

Jimin’s smile was much too innocent than the situation called for. “We’ll fuck you if you can stay quiet and not move for five minutes. Think you can handle that, princess?”

Taehyung, who had been much quieter since you had left the couch, had finally found his bearings much to your detriment. He adjusted the vibrators to be directly against your most sensitive spots and you could do nothing but thrash against the binds that confined you. The buzzing against your clit and nipples coupled with the fat dildo submerged in your warmth left you drunk.

“Oh, she’s such a pretty slut,” Taehyung grinned at how your eyes shot to him at the degrading name. Your head shook in denial, unable to defend yourself with words when your brain was fried. “Of course you’re a slut. You sound like one, look like one, and act like one. Look, even your pussy agrees with me.” He motioned to your clenching slit that held the toy firmly in place.

“So close to cumming already?” Jimin spat on your cunt before shoving the fake cock in and out of you at lightning speed. “You really are a pillow princess, having us do all the work.”

“Please, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whined. “I need to cum. I’m so close, I don’t care anymore, just please let me cum.”

Jimin tsked. “Ungrateful, good-for-nothing whore. I ask you to do one thing, and you can’t even do that? You really can’t control yourself. You say you aren’t a slut yet just a few toys are enough to turn you into a braindead cum dump?” Considering that you hadn’t lost your shit despite how long they’d been teasing you, you thought that you were one of god’s strongest soldiers, but you bit back your retort.

You sighed in relief when Jimin slowed down his pumping and lowered the setting on the vibrators. But what seemed to be an act of kindness turned to an even more despicable torture. The five minutes had felt like twenty, which you realized could’ve been possible considering that neither of them had started a timer.

Your body continued to twitch as they moved around you, removing the small vibratators once they deemed your punishment sufficit.

“You look like a perfectly fucked out slut,” Taehyung nudged his nose against your thigh, slowly removing the dildo from your leaking cunt. “You’re our little porn star, right? You’re ours?”

You would’ve nodded regardless of what question he asked. Your brain functions had shut down after the first several minutes.

He tossed the toy to the side of the bed and Jimin replaced his spot in front of you, hand dipping into his pants to free himself.

Jimin’s cock was as pretty as he was. He pumped the length in his fist before dragging it across your pussy lips, teasing you with it. Taehyung tossed a condom his way with a pout.

“Have you ever thought about this?” Jimin asked.

You blinked. “What?”

A cocky grin settled on his face at your dazed countenance. “About me fucking you?”

You guiltily turned to face Taehyung only to find that he wasn’t even waiting for your answer. His eyes were blown out, breaths leaving his body heavily as he focused on Jimin’s ministrations against your lower lips.

“Maybe,” you said.

“I’m gonna need details if you want my cock in your cunt.”

You cursed, clenching around him. “Sometimes–only sometimes–I think about you when I masterbate.”

He raised his brow as if to say that he wanted to know more than that. On the side, Taehyung was still palming his crotch.

“I think about that time when we were in a hot tub and I had to sit on you because there wasn’t any space,” you exhaled, the memory combined with his soft strokes leaving you fuzzy. “And I felt you getting hard under me, and thought about how easy it would’ve been for you to just cockwarm me in front of all our friends.”

“Nasty girl,” he said, though it sounded like a compliment coming from him. “I would’ve, you know. You looked like such a little slut in your red two-piece. Your ass and tits were basically bursting out of the fabric – didn’t help that you were jumping around too. I took a shit ton of pictures and videos and sent it to my friends. You’re their favorite spank bank whore. You probably like the attention, huh? Knowing everyone wants to fuck you?”

Never have you regretted divulging your biggest kinks to Jimin more than tonight.

He laughed. “You love being called a slut. Because sluts like you want to be put in their place.”

“And don’t think that I forgot about your degrading kink,” you said.

“It’s almost like we’re perfect for each other,” Jimin whispered.

“I’m starting to think your proposition was more for you than Taehyung.”

“Nah, he loves watching me turn sluts like you into braindead whores.”

You gulped, watching as the head of his cock dipped in and out of you. “Oh, is that what you’re gonna do?”

“You mean, that’s what I already did. And will do again.”

Then he forced his cock into your tight snatch.

The dildo they’d used beforehand was incomparable to how perfectly his shaft fit. He kissed your temple as he waited for you to adjust to his length. “I know, baby, I know,” he said. “You feel so good.”

He licked the tear that fell from your shut eyes.

“You both look so hot,” Taehyung groaned. “Fill her up, I want to see our whore full of your seed until she’s bursting.” He leaned in closer to sniff at your neck. “Imagine how big her tits would be if we got her pregnant. God… I’d spend all day drinking her milk. We’d take such good care of her.”

He was no poet nor pastor, but his words could’ve come out of the bible for how persuasive they were to your sex-addled mind.

“Fuck the condoms,” you decided. “I’m on the pill anyway, and I’m clean.”

Their eyes met in shock.

“We’re clean too,” Taehyung piped up, bouncing excitedly in place. “Are you sure?”

“Listen, princess.” Jimin gripped your tied wrists. “I’m gonna tell you what’ll happen next. I'm going to shove my cock back into your pussy, bottom out, and drain every drop of my cum into your womb. Would you like that?"

You nodded, face burning at your submission.

He didn’t waste another second before slipping his cock out, tearing the condom off, and sinking back into your warmth. “This is so much better, holy shit. Such a good pussy, and it’s all for us.”

Without protection, you could feel the veins of his shaft drag against the sides of your inner walls. His pace was relentless, tiring you down until you were nothing but a broken ragdoll, going along with however he wanted to fuck you – whether he was jackhammering into your puffy pussy, or teasing you with long, slow strokes, pulling out until only the tip of his head remained before slamming the entirety of his length back in.

If you turned your head to the side, you’d be face-to-face with Taehyung’s tented jeans (the size of which scared and aroused you). His precum left darkened stains on the fabric, and you could only imagine the monster that lay throbbing beneath. He watched the scene unfolding between your thighs, fixated on the point where Jimin’s cock plunged into you.

“So pretty,” Taehyung sighed. “Do you like the thought of being our personal cumdump?”

Your voice came out whiney and garbled as you were bounced against Jimin’s cock. “Y-yes, it’s so hot. I really fucking hate you guys for awakening a new kink for me.”

Jimin’s brow raised. “No one’s ever cum in this pussy before?” Your hips jumped when he slapped your clit. “This slutty hole was meant to be taken raw.”

“Well, I never wanted to risk it.” Someone seriously needed to hand you an award for being able to properly formulate two sentences in a row despite being in the middle of the hottest fuck of your life.

Jimin seemed to come to the same conclusion, quickening his pace. Expletives fell from his lips as quickly as hips pounded against yours. ‘Whore’, ‘slut’, ‘bitch’: he had a whole arsenal of words to press against your skin as he lost himself to the sensation of your tight pussy wrapped around him.

“You’re such a disgusting slut liking this depraved shit.” Jimin grabbed the back of your head and spat on your face. He rubbed it on your skin, ruining your already ruined makeup. “You’re really getting off to your best friend fucking you in front of his boyfriend, huh?”

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you moaned. “Feels so fucking good.”

Jimin’s hips stilled. “Cockwhores like you aren’t allowed to cum until you get your dose of seed, understand?”

“Such a good obedient girl for us,” Taehyung patted your head, cooing as if you were a dog.

Jimin adjusted his hips, pressing even harder against your g-spot. “Tell us how disgusting you are, whore.”

You didn’t care anymore. Your pride had been discarded an hour ago. “I’m a stupid, disgusting slut who likes to be watched as she’s turned into a cum urinal. P-please just fuck your semen into me already, please.”

“Only because you want it so bad.”

The staccato rhythm of his thrusts began to stutter. With one last jerk, he came. His sticky, white cum filled your insides, leaking around the sides of his length as he drew out only to shove back in. Just as you’d requested, he continued to pound into you. That was your tipping point.

Feeling you clench against him, he smirked. "We’re gonna condition your brain until you can only cum if you’re filled with seed, you got that?”

As if his words were a trigger, you came. Your body convulsed as pleasure overtook you. In that moment, you were in a blank state of being, not a single thought occupying your mind other than how good it felt to worship and be worshipped by cock.

“That’s it. Good girl. Come for us, baby.” His words carried you back to reality. He licked the sweat that dripped down your forehead as Taehyung sucked at your tits softly, licking over the hickeys. He rubbed his face against the flesh the way a cat would, marking his territory.

After Jimin pulled out, he was quick to shove the dildo back into your snatch, successfully keeping his cum contained in your womb. “That’s the only lube sluts need.”

Taehyung swapped places with him, eagerly removing his clothes as his eyes kept to your plugged cunt.

You’d already had high expectations from Jimin’s constant appraisal, but nothing could have prepared you for the real thing. Taehyung wasn’t only generous in length, but ginormous in girth. Veins crept across the skin until the head of his cock, which pulsed a violent reddish tone.

Jimin wrapped his hands around it. His delicate fingers only made the taller man’s cock seem even larger in comparison. He twisted his grip around the length, precum leaking onto the back of his hand. Jimin moved in to lick at the droplets, watching Taehyung groan with a heated stare. You would’ve been on your knees beside him if your restrictions weren’t in the way.

There was just something so unfathomably hot about watching your best friend choke on cock. Jimin’s soft lips wrapped around the length, expertly taking him all the way to the back of his throat.

Deeming him hard enough, Jimin released him, leaving it covered in spit.

Taehyung sat in front of your spread legs, stroking your inner thighs. With one hand, he twisted the dildo, rubbing the base deeper into you. His cock twitched when the motion caused a bit of Jimin’s cum to leak outside the rubber.

“Please fuck me already,” you whined, voice weak.

Taehyung was much too hard now to tease you. He pumped the dildo into your warmth a few more times before tossing it to the side of the bed and slotting himself between your legs. The head of his cock rubbed against you. Each time it catched on your clit, you moaned, head thrashing back and forth in desperation to be filled up once more.

He kept glancing back and forth between your eyes and his head entering your pussy.

Jimin giggled. “Are you nervous?”

Taehyung’s baritone voice was soft. “I’m scared I might hurt her.”

“She’s a big girl, she can take it,” Jimin said, pressing a kiss against Taehyung’s shoulder.

You gasped as his thick length slowly entered you. He felt larger than he looked, and the first initial strokes were painful until pleasure overtook it.

“You’re so warm. Feels so fucking good. Such a perfect pussy.” Taehyung groaned, barely able to hold himself up over you. Your walls wrapped around him so tightly that he could barely move, let alone insert the rest of his length in you.

“Just double-checking but…” he groaned in between strokes. “Is it really okay that I’m not wearing protection right now?”

“If you don’t breed me full of your cum, I might just kill you.”

His eyes blew out and his hips stuttered. “You’re the hottest girl I’ve ever met. So fucking perfect for me. The best cunt.”

“How does your first pussy feel, Tae?” Jimin sloppily kissed you, coating your lips and chin in his spit.

“So fucking tight. And wet.”

He pushed your thighs up, moving you into a mating press; a missionary-adjacent sex position you’d only learned when Jimin had drunkenly rambled about it one night.

“Am I too thick for your tight little hole, baby?”

“So big, so good,” you babbled. He made you feel so tiny, tits bouncing as his cock fucked you back and forth.

“Our perfect dumb baby,” Jimin praised, kissing your forehead. His tongue dragged across your cheeks, collecting the tears that rained down your face.

“Want to be my little breeding bitch?”

“Please,” you begged.

The two of them worked to untie you. Kneeling on the bed, Taehyung pulled your hips up until your body formed a 45 degree angle, your head still resting on a pillow. You supported yourself on your forearms, while he kept his grip on your waist so that you didn’t fall.

“Fuck, this way when I cum it immediately shoots down into your womb and won’t leak out.” Taehyung’s cock pounded back into you relentlessly. “Gonna turn you into a pregnant slut, have everyone know you got knocked up by two cocks. You’ll be walking proof of how much of a whore you are, but you’d love that, wouldn’t you? Your tits would be so full, it’d be such a waste for you to wear bras. It’d be so much nicer for you to walk around, milk-filled udders bouncing around.”

The thought of it, though impossible, pushed you closer to climax.

Taehyung’s every thrust fully bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping against you.. “Do you feel me in your tummy, baby? That's your womb. That's where the baby's gonna go, okay?"

Jimin teased his finger around where Taehyung pounded into you. He laughed. “You’re so much sluttier than I would’ve thought. Even my boyfriend’s ramblings have you gushing. Tell us how good you feel.”

You struggled to speak past your moans, neither your head nor mouth working to cooperate with you.

Taehyung pouted. “Aw, you can’t talk like this, can you? I thought you were my good little pet. I’m a bit disappointed.”

You whined, the only sound a braindead slut like you was capable of making.

“Don’t worry, baby, it’s okay. Pets like you have their purpose. I’ll just have to make sure not to ask you questions that are too hard for your little brain to handle.”

Jimin’s reply was characteristically rougher. “Taehyung’s right. We can’t expect stupid sluts like you to be capable of doing the same things we can. Since we’re so good to you, we’ll treat you the way you need to be treated. Maybe we’ll leave you tied to the bed all day while we’re in class?”

“We’ll keep your pretty head empty.” Taehyung kissed your forehead. “The only thing you need to know is that your only purpose in life is to be our precious little cum slut.”

The muscles in your body tensed, heightening towards that release of pressure. Your fingers threaded through his dark locks, coaxing him to fuck you harder as you began lifting your hips to meet his heavy thrusts.

Taehyung’s veins dragged deliciously against your walls. "Gonna cum so deep into your fertile womb. Turn you into a little housewife, good for nothing but keeping our cocks wet.”

Jimin sucked your ear lobe. “We're gonna train you to be our good, perfect slut until you're begging us to always fill you up with semen. You'll realize that your only worth is your whore holes.”

“You want my cum so badly, don’t you, baby? You want my cum right here?” Taehyung pressed against your stomach, able to feel his cock pounding into you under his fingers.

“Yes, please, y-yes.” Your face twisted, tongue lolling out of your mouth. Your drool leaked down the side of your lips, gathering onto the sheets. As if it were his duty, Jimin moved to lick it.

“Fuck, shit.” Taehyung threw his head back, whining as if he were in pain. He came with one final, deep thrust. Strings of his white, creamy cum shot directly into your womb, joining Jimin’s mess. It felt as if it had filled past your cervix, leaving you a bloated mess. He deliriously rotated his hips, ensuring that all his cum was deep, deep inside you.

After regaining his sanity, he began to rub your clit, his sensitive cock still buried deep in your clenched core. “I’m going to need you to cum now, baby. Can you do that for me?”

His point and index finger rubbed your clit in fast circular motions, the pad of his thumb occasionally brushing against your asshole. Your back arched as the direct pleasure built in your gut. Jimin, noticing how close you were, aided him by pinching and nibbling your sensitive nipples. The wet muscle left purpled bruises around the nub as if they were marks of ownership.

Your orgasm came in the form of writhing and convulsing, that tripled pleasure overwhelming your mind until you were but a shell of the person you’d been that afternoon. You babbled mindlessly, pleads of sensitivity causing Jimin and Taehyung to finally detach themselves from your aching vessel.

You felt as if your soul had left your body, watching in third person as Taehyung’s hand stayed clamped to your pussy as they moved you to stand beside the bed. Jimin, without warning, bolted from the room. A moment later, he arrived with a drinking glass in hand. It was only when he began to push on your shoulders, forcing you into a slightly squatted position, that you realized that the glass was empty.

“What are you doing?” You stuttered, but it was too late. Taehyung removed his hand and all of their cum mixed with your juices spilled from your lips and collected into the glass. The thick white seed filled the bottom.

“We’re just being economical,” Jimin grinned. “You’re probably thirsty after all that hard work, right?”

“Now drink your milk, pretty slut,” Taehyung baby-talked.

Though your mind was foggy from post-orgasm, you had enough sense to look shocked. “Drink it? Like, actually swallow it?”

“Do you need help, stupid whore?” Jimin pinched your nipple, causing you to gasp. He was quick to shove his fingers in before your mouth closed. He opened your mouth wide and pressed the rim of the glass to your lips, tipping the viscous goo onto your tongue.

It was both bitter and salty as it slowly glided down your throat.

“I can’t,” you gasped after another mouthful.

“Too thick for our baby to swallow?” Jimin patronizingly pouted. “Need something to help it go down?”

He pried your jaw open as Taehyung leaned over your face. He gathered his spit in his mouth before dripping it into your open mouth. “Don’t swallow yet,” Taehyung warned, and moved to give Jimin space. Your best friend did the same, giving you a generous amount of his spit before forcing you to swallow by pinching your nose and covering your mouth with his palm.

“Want another drink, baby?” Taehyung laughed at your vehement refusal.

“Please, I really can’t,” you whined, weakly pushing the glass away.

“Fine,” Jimin sighed. “At least let us help you clean up.”

He dipped two fingers into the glass then lathered the seed around your lips as if it were lip balm.

Your tainted body was the canvas in which they painted themselves on. Taehyung rubbed the white cum against your nipples, lathering your most sensitive erogenous zones in the liquid. As it dripped down your chest you belatedly realized it looked as if you were lactating.

They threw you back onto the bed, each grabbing the back of your knees and lifting your hips. The remaining bit of cum in the glass was poured onto your cunt, which they fingered back into your winking hole. You were so sensitive that even the shallow fingering caused the most delicious spikes of pain.

“Do you like feeling our cum all over you?” Jimin gently circled the outside of your clit.

You tiredly nodded, seconds away from dozing off.

“That was so fucking good.” Taehyung flopped onto the bed beside you, cuddling into your neck. "You were such a good girl for us."

Jimin reached over to your side-table and grabbed the wet-wipes, cleaning you up as much as he could. Taehyung worked to adjust you into a comfortable position, pressing soft kisses against your skin as he tucked you beneath the blanket.

Deeming you clean enough for the meantime, Jimin tucked the three of you underneath a new blanket, kissing both of your foreheads before turning off the lamp. He rolled over to face you with a grin. “I told you my plans always work out.”

You hated to admit that he was right.

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