#txt smut

[uniicorns-arereall]

are you guys ever reading some absolutely FILTHY smut and you just think to yourself:

like why are we bringing crazy plot points into this… and why do i kinda like it ?? JK JK

[delugyu]

okay, i relent, here’s part two for the beomgyu drabble, you insatiable freaks!!!!

(wc: 3.2k / warnings: absolutely no jealousy anywhere at all, beomgyu being mega pathetic, oral (m rec.), masturbation, virgin!reader, okay maybe a smidge of jealousy)

beomgyu can’t lie and say that he didn’t jump a little when he got your text. who knew that a simple can i come over? would be enough to stir his cock to life. he’s thought about you every day this week with his hand shoved down his pants, playing back the memories over and over again of kissing you and having you touch him. you’ve become the fog inside his brain, haunting him and keeping him from ever being normal.

his legs bounce in anxiety and impatience as he waits for you. if it didn’t make him look like a pathetic bitch, he’d be kneeling by the front door, ready to tend to you from the moment you come in. you wouldn’t even be able to get two steps into his place before his head would be between your thighs.

he waits on his bed instead, still trying to convince himself he’s tougher than he is. he feels the way he jitters though—he’s not fooling himself. his body reacts before his brain does when he hears his apartment door open. he tenses and swipes his phone into his hands, so when you open the door he doesn’t look like he’s been sitting here waiting.

his eyes dart to you the second you’re entering his room. he’s never seen you in a skirt this short before. are you doing this on purpose? did you want to make him snap? your perfume fills the air, that sweet and warm fragrance that suddenly has beomgyu feeling like some dog.

��hi,” you say, closing the door behind you and standing politely by his bed. beomgyu shuts his phone off to give you his full attention—you already had it anyway, but he just wanted to look cool. he smiles at you and makes room for you on the bed, patting the space next to him.

“what’s up?” his eyes linger on your skirt as you situate yourself on the bed. the expanse of your thighs start looking like uncharted territory for him to mark up. his gaze returns to your face once he realizes how pervy he must look, not wanting to look like some freak.

“not much,” you answer. you look away from him, and he thinks maybe he was staring too hard.

“no? what brings you here then?” he can’t hide his grin, he just thinks it’s so cute when you try to hide your motives. you both know why you’re here.

you look at him with a bit of surprise when his hand falls on your thigh. it’s at a respectable distance from your core—it’s really not even close enough to seem raunchy—but it’s still enough to have you looking all scandalized. beomgyu bites his tongue to hold back a laugh; he doesn’t want to be mean and embarrass you.

“i wanted some advice,” you say, shifting a bit in place.

beomgyu raises a brow. “advice?” you nod. “on what?” he asks.

you hesitate for a second. “taehyun,” you answer. beomgyu has to fight the immature instinct to roll his eyes. he takes his hand off your thigh, and he tells himself that it’s definitely not because he’s bitter.

“okay. what about him?” it’s not jealousy burning in the pit of his stomach. he doesn't care that you’re thinking of taehyun when you’re sitting right next to him. he hopes taehyun’s the best fucking thing in your life, that he’ll want you even half as much as beomgyu does.

so no, it’s not jealousy. beomgyu’s perfectly content with only getting secret, stolen moments with you, while taehyun gets to flaunt you on his arm like some accessory anywhere he wants.

“i was wondering, how do you give a blowjob?” your question cuts through him like a knife. you want to give taehyun a blowjob?!

he hates how his dick strains in his pants when you say that. he’s been hard before you even got here. he spent his nights fisting his cock, milking himself dry thinking about you, and here you are doing all this for some other guy.

your eyes hold all the brightness they always do, and it works to at least melt him enough to get over himself. he gives you a smile and leans in to press a quick kiss to your lips. “i’ll show you. get on the floor for me, okay?” he brushes your hair back with a considerate hand, then gives you one more lingering kiss.

watching you kneel before him makes beomgyu feel feral. he has to stop himself from whipping out his cock now and using your pretty mouth like some toy. he stands in front of you, looking down at you with a grin. he pats your head, thinking that you look so adorable when you look up at him like this.

he thinks he could cum just from this—you kneeling in front of him, listening to him so well—it makes him ache. you’re so eager, so willing, so trusting. he wonders if you’d still trust him if you knew all the things he wants to do with you. would you still let him teach you everything if you knew he wanted to take you in front of taehyun, make him listen to you moan out beomgyu’s name? or how he wants to steal your panties and shoot load after load into them, using them until he’s spent and the lacy material is useless?

your fingers linger at the hem of his sweatpants, blinking up at him for permission. he’s not sure why it makes his heart skip a beat—he’s kind of more focused on the way it makes his cock jump.

“you can take them off,” he says, watching as you slide his sweatpants down. he tries not to get too heady or let some power rush get to him, but it’s a hard task when you look so perfectly usable right now. he hisses when you lay your hand over his erection, still confined by his boxers. he rakes his fingers through your hair and smiles down at you.

you peel his boxers off slowly, and beomgyu might’ve thought you were teasing him if he didn’t know you’re a virgin. he wonders if you’re nervous. you’ve never sucked a dick before, so he knows not to expect you to be a pro. he’s honored enough to be the one who gets to teach you this.

you bring a hand to his cock when it springs free, just holding it and staring at it for some time. you take a deep breath like you’re stressed and preparing yourself.

“you okay?” beomgyu asks, searching your eyes for any discomfort. you send him a small smile.

“sorry, i’m still getting ready,” you say. you jerk him a little, letting your thumb spread the precum at his tip. it makes him groan and throw his head back. where the hell did you learn that?

“take your time, we’ll go at your pace,” beomgyu says, keeping his voice as still as he can, focusing hard to not stutter or trip over his words. you continue to slowly stroke him, and it’s taking all of beomgyu’s self control to not push his hips forward and fuck your fist as he pleases.

your lips are in a pout now, and beomgyu suppresses the urge to coo at you. “what’s wrong?” he asks, looking down at you with pitiful eyes. you look like you’re deep in contemplation.

“i don’t know if it will fit,” you say as you stare at his cock. it kills beomgyu how you don’t know what your words do to him, unless you register the way his dick twitches in your hand.

“just take what you can,” he says, running a hand down your face and brushing your cheek with his thumb. he really, really wants to feel your mouth around him, but he’ll let you do that when you’re ready. he reminds himself over and over again to not go too far, no matter how bad he wants to use you like his own little doll.

you shift closer to him, face right by his tip now, and it makes beomgyu bite his lip in anticipation. he nearly feels his legs shaking. fuck, he’s been thinking about this all week, he needed this for so long.

“y-you can start with just licking, if you want,” beomgyu offers. your tongue meets his tip the next second, swirling around it and making him whine. holy shit. he bites his tongue until he almost tastes blood. that was so embarrassing. he needs to keep his cool.

you hold up his dick by the base to lick a stripe down his shaft, looking up at him for approval. god, beomgyu wishes he was sitting down. he feels weak in the knees.

“doing so good, keep going,” beomgyu praises, stomach clenched tight at the pleasure. he won’t be able to last if you put your mouth around him. he almost hopes you save that for another day, when he actually has enough willpower to not cum immediately from it.

you run your tongue back up to his tip, pressing kitten licks to his slit. his fist tightens in your hair, needing to grip onto something and keep his legs from giving in. not even biting his lip can hold back his moans when you just barely wrap your lips around his tip, sucking experimentally.

“t-take it slow, baby,” he says, moreso for his sake than yours. he’ll be blowing his load in an embarrassingly short amount of time if you keep this up. he swears he’s not a minute man usually, he doesn’t know why he keeps making himself look like one with you.

you go back to licking his cock, looking so delicious that beomgyu’s having trouble keeping his eyes on you without his balls tightening. he wonders if your panties are slick with your arousal, if they’re sticking to your folds, if he’d see a nice wet outline your pussy if he just pushed your skirt a little higher. he’s feeling dizzy at the thought.

you make matters worse when your mouth envelops his cock again, going down a little further this time. “fuck!” he moans out, fist returning to your hair. he’s almost shaking from how hard he’s holding back. you pull back after a few seconds to catch your breath, granting him enough of a reprieve to collect himself.

you continue to take him just a little further each time, but never quite getting that far. he doesn’t even want to give you advice, too scared of cumming and having this all be over with. he’ll let you figure it out; you seem really receptive to what makes him moan and shake anyway.

when you pull off again, a string of saliva connects his tip to your lips. it’s so crude and dirty—he burns the image into his mind to use for later. your hand works over his cock, spreading your saliva down to the base so it’s all slick.

“how is it?” you ask, seeking his approval yet again. something about it makes beomgyu feel insane.

“perfect,” he says breathlessly, appreciating the winning smile that spreads across your face at that. you place a cute little kiss at his slit, making beomgyu swoon.

you return your lips around him, getting almost halfway down now. your mouth is so wet and warm around him, and he thinks you might’ve been made for him. you’re learning so well, doing everything just right. you’re so good—too good to let go, too good to let run back to taehyun.

you moan around his cock, the vibrations sending a shiver down beomgyu’s spine. his brain stops working completely when he sees your hand move between your legs, rubbing your fingers against your clothed pussy for some relief. his grip on your hair tightens, and his hips jolt forward to thrust further into your mouth. he assesses you to make sure you’re okay before he keeps going, letting himself fuck into your welcoming little mouth. he can be selfish this one time.

“shit—suck a little harder, baby,” he says, panting as he continues fucking into you. the extra suction almost makes his knees buckle. watching your fingers circle desperately and clumsily against your clit is making him spiral; he thinks about pulling you up and showing you how it’s done. your pussy must be aching so bad for him.

your tongue swirls against his tip, and he cums before he can stop himself. his hips buck further into your mouth as he lets out a moan, cock twitching as he feels himself hit the back of your throat. he knows he should pull back and let you breathe, but he’s out of his mind and barely thinking straight.

“fuck, take it, god, you’re so good,” he rambles as he soothes his hand through your hair. you look up at him with watery eyes, and he can’t believe how good you’re being for him. for being a virgin, you really do make for a pretty little slut.

once he’s emptied, he pulls out, catching his breath and staring at your fucked out face. you remove your hands from between your thighs, suddenly looking all shy.

“why’d you stop?” he asks, urging your thighs back open with his foot. he has enough decency to not drop to the floor and stare at the junction of your thighs, even if that’s all he wants to do right now.

“i—you finished,” you explain, looking up at him with a confused pout. beomgyu thinks he might be feral. you have him acting like a dog.

he pulls you up and sits you on the bed, kneeling in front of you on the floor. adrenaline rushes through his veins, unable to take it anymore. he really needs to see your cunt.

“will you let me touch you this time? please?” beomgyu finds out today that he’s a begging man—something he previously considered himself above being. you look at him with wide eyes that scan him like he’s lost his mind.

his head rests on your thigh, eyes flitting to your skirt to see if he can see beneath it, to no avail. he looks at you with all the hope and urgency he could possibly convey, trying to make you see how serious this is for him.

“can you at least touch yourself for me?” he asks. you gasp, scandalized at his words, and he can’t act like he cares how perverted he’s being. he’ll do anything for just a peek. his hands find your thighs, ready to pry them open whenever you let him.

“why?” you ask. beomgyu doesn’t have a good reason. this isn’t to teach you anything. he’s just being selfish.

“cause i need it,” he answers. you bring a hesitant hand back to your center. “yes, thank you,” beomgyu says, watching with diligent eyes as he spreads your legs open to invite your hand in. he could almost cry when he sees your ruined panties. they’re soaked through, practically useless now. he wants to lean forward and run his tongue over it.

“like this..?” your voice is so shaky, hand so uncertain as it rubs down your slit. beomgyu can’t rip his gaze from your cunt, eyes blown out with lust as they follow your fingers through your folds.

“a little harder,” he instructs, unblinking as he watches you obey. you press down with more force, and beomgyu feels it when your thighs start to tremble. he thinks about pushing your panties aside and dipping his finger in knuckle deep. you must be wet enough to accommodate that easily. he’d do everything right, touch you just like you want.

you gasp and run your fingers on your clit, and beomgyu can’t help it when his hands start inching up your thighs. he wants more, he needs to be the reason why you cum. he’s getting greedy, squeezing your thighs and kissing your legs. it’s all he can do to keep himself from pushing your hand away and showing you how it’s done.

“can’t i do this for you?” he asks, inching his hand up even further. his fingertip grazes the hem of your panties, tracing it lightly. he thinks he’s being amazingly patient for how desperate he is.

you bring a fingertip to tease your clothed entrance, palm resting on your clit. beomgyu whines at the sight. you’re going to cum before he even gets his hands on you. how is this fair?!

you don’t even answer him, you’re too far off in your own world, pleasuring your virgin pussy like he’s not even here. he licks your thighs, kisses a trail that gets dangerously close to your cunt, holds your legs open with a grip that’s a little too forceful, but none of it gets your attention.

he doesn’t want to be bitter. he doesn’t want to be mad. the words just leave him before he can stop himself. “i bet you let taehyun touch you.”

your eyes finally open, and a part of him is glad to have your attention back. “i don’t,” you answer. his words only seemed to deter you for a second, because you fall back into your rhythm before beomgyu could do anything with the three seconds of attention you spared him.

he nips your thigh, licks up and up and up until he can smell your arousal, nose practically touching your busy hand. he can tell immediately when you cum—your thighs fight against his grip, moans roll off your tongue shamelessly, your hips roll up into your hand.

this is so stupid. he would’ve had your thighs shaking way more, would’ve had you spewing out nonsense as he fucked you into the best orgasm of your life. you should have tears rolling down your cheeks. you should be worn out and exhausted. you shouldn’t be able to just get up and go like it’s nothing. beomgyu watches with a pout as you readjust yourself in the mirror.

“thanks again, gyu,” you say when you turn back to him with a smile. he’s sitting on the bed now, and you press a kiss to his cheek. he wishes it didn’t make his heart flutter. he still wants to be mad at you.

“when are you coming over again?” he asks as he grabs your hand.

“why?” you giggle.

“there’s more i want to show you.” he’ll think of whatever excuse he can. he just needs more of you.

“like what?”

shit. how does he word this without making it about him? “like what to do when a guy goes down on you.”

you laugh at his words, then look down to check your phone. “maybe next time,” you say. “i’ll see you, gyu.” you’re gone before he can stop you.

this is some cosmic joke. when the hell is ‘next time’ gonna be?! you’re testing beomgyu’s patience here. he holds onto hope that you mean it when you say that, reeling at the idea of getting to eat you out. he prays the universe doesn’t torment him again with fantasies of you in your absence. he doesn’t think he can handle another week of this.

[dwaekkicidal]

Non-Sexual Dominance with TXT

wc» ~900

cw» gender neutral, d/s dynamics, dom!txt & sub!reader, traditional bf tae?, beomgyu has a nsfw comment & (consensual) panty "confiscating" lol but other than that nothing overly sexual, some people might see some things as controlling or toxic- it's not meant to be and this is based off a MUTUAL agreement + talks about boundaries. if you dont like dont interact <3

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𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗

Soobin is probably one of the tamer ones. He has his moments where he likes to be dominant outside of the bedroom, but for the most part it doesn't come out. When you do see it, it's in the form of him tapping his thigh to get you to sit on his lap or curling his finger at you and having you kneel between his legs obediently- without him having to verbally ask you. Any sort of situation where he can do 1 (or no) tiny gesture and get you to do something he wants, his chest puffs out a little bit.

His ego also goes through the roof when you guys are at a party of sorts and he vaguely mentions to the circle you guys are talking to that he's getting thirsty/snackish, and then you disappear for some time to return with a new cup of his drink or a plate of food. It's basically just acts of service in public, but to him it's a means to prove your loyalty/obedience to him for other people to see <3

𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝚈𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗

Yeonjun is big on being in control literally anywhere and everywhere. He's running to open doors for you before you can even move a finger to touch the handles, whether it be for a building or even cars lol (and he's gonna expect you to stand there patiently while you wait for him to walk through the door after you)

While you guys are out getting food, he's usually making your order for you after you tell him what you want. If it's something you want him to do (& on days where you ask him to ahead of time) he'll even make the decisions for you and decide what food for you to get. He'll almost always get one of your favorites/comfort foods, but sometimes will get you something new to try (that he'll eat if you don't like & will order himself something he knows you'll eat) but when he knows what you want and how you like it, and you allow him to be in control to that degree, he's on cloud 9.

𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝙱𝚎𝚘𝚖𝚐𝚢𝚞

Beomgyu is a bratty dom here imo- he reminds both of you who's in charge with your relationship by teasing you any and every chance he gets. OR by teasingly humiliating (?) you in front of friends

By that I just mean he will bring up who tops who in bed, if you give him attitude in front of the guys. Will try to prevent too much embarrassment & will never do it in front of staff, but the second it's you and one or all of the boys, you're hearing a sassy ass "Blah blah blahh- you didn't say that last night when I was in your guts."

If he's jealous or upset and you guys are out in public, you're getting pulled aside (or sent a text) and being told to run to the bathroom and take ur underwear off to give to him. With this one, it almost always ends up sexual by the end of the night, but he doesn't always mean for it to. It's just a way he reminds the both of you who's really in control at the end of the day. and it's a reminder of who you belong to <3

𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚑𝚢𝚞𝚗

Another acts of service lover, but both in terms of giving & receiving AND more specifically in private. kind of trad!relationship?

Loves when he comes home to a clean house and cooked food- and if you're comfortable with it, he'll "task" you to do things while he's away at work. Will separate chores between the two of you so it's still fair (making sure to have a few that you both 'should' be doing together), and will randomly check throughout the day/week to see if you finished them.

He expects this, but will pay you back tenfold both in the most disgustingly sweet praises and material things. The second he's home and sees you did everything he asked, he's all cheesy smiles and is all over you on the couch with his head in your lap, telling you how sweet you are and how much he appreciates you and your efforts to please him <3

And he never forgets to bring home little presents for your hard work! Your favorite takeout, your favorite little snacks, a trinket or piece of jewelry he passed by that reminded him of you, or even a few delivery boxes containing most of your wishlist hehe

𝙷𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙺𝚊𝚒

Nonsexual dominance with Kai includes having one of his big hands on you at all times. If his hand isn't intertwined with yours while you guys walk around, then he has a hand on your lower back to he can control where you walk. Or if he's trying to move you guys through a large crowd, he will either go first and hold each of your hands in each of his to make sure he doesnt lose you OR he makes you guys walk basically on top of each other and will have a hand on your shoulder to guide you around while you go first so he can keep an eye on you.

When you guys are relaxing with the boys, he always allows you to take his spot on the couch. But it's so he can stand behind the couch/sit on the arm of the couch and stroke your shoulder and pet your hair. To the other's it's just PDA between their cute member and his lover but, to the two of you, it's a reminder that no matter where you guys are you are rightfully his.

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[wolfytae-exe]

The feelings box. (S)

summary: In which sending a complaint letter on valentine’s day doesn’t go as planned.

warning: old friends trope, soft sex, sub! reader, soft dom! Beomgyu, big dick Beomgyu agenda, raw penetration (Wrap it up yall), biting

pairing: Idol! Beomgyu x Bestfriend! Reader

wc: 3.4k

this is for @silvergyus Valentine’s day event!

It feels like it’s been forever since you’ve seen your best friend Beomgyu. You’ve known him for years, since your second year in high school to be exact. Now he’s super famous and doesn’t have much time for you anymore. You try to be excited for him, really, but you can’t help but feel a little bitter about how little time you spend with him these days.

It’s like everything has changed, and it’s hard not to miss the days when things were simpler—when your biggest concern was whether the tteokbokki was spicy enough, or what crazy thing you’d end up doing next on a random Tuesday night. You miss those nights. The ones when you’d sit on the floor, sharing food, laughing at the stupidest things, and just talking about life’s bullshit. From your shitty family to the dumbest inside jokes, it all felt so easy back then. You could always count on him to brighten up even your worst days. The kind of friendship that didn’t need much effort—it just was.

But as much as you try to keep your feelings in check, there’s one thing you can't seem to shake off. About a year after meeting him, you started to develop a small crush on Beomgyu. At first, it was something you could ignore, convinced it was just a silly phase that would fade. But the more you got to know him, the more you couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. He was charming and magnetic, and it wasn’t hard to see why girls were falling over themselves for him. You tried to push it aside, telling yourself it was nothing because, honestly, what were the chances he’d ever feel the same? Besides, you couldn’t exactly be the friend with feelings; that would be messy. Still, every time his smile lights up a room or when he laughs at something only the two of you get, you feel that familiar tug in your chest, and it makes it even harder to ignore.

This is where your trusty “feelings box” comes in. A stupid old shoebox you’ve had since middle school, tucked away under your bed like some kind of emotional safety net. It's full of notes about all the things you've never said. Some to your family, some to old classmates who never really understood you, some to random strangers who pissed you off, and of course, a few to Gyu. You can’t help but smile bitterly as you think about it. The notes are a mix of silly frustrations and things you never had the guts to share, but they’ve been your secret outlet for years. "God, I hate Valentine’s Day," you mutter under your breath, slouching back in your chair as you stare at the box.

All day, your friends have been buzzing about the upcoming day. They’re all so excited about Valentine’s Day—chattering about their plans, detailing every little moment of how their boyfriends asked them out, and the little gifts they’re getting. It’s all so… perfect. They don’t even seem to notice how much it stings to hear it. You should be happy for them, really. But as you sit at your desk, staring at the clutter of papers and half-hearted doodles, you can’t help but feel a little left out. Not that you were expecting anything grand—after all, who needs a day dedicated to love when you’ve got your trusty shoebox for all the things you’ll never say? Still, part of you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have someone who’d think of you on a day like this, someone who’d make your heart flutter for once, instead of just filling up your box.

You pull out your notepad, the one you’ve been scribbling in for years, and start writing a letter to Beomgyu. It’s cathartic, this release of everything you’ve been holding in—how much you miss him, how much you wish he wasn’t so busy with his new life. You pour your frustrations onto the paper, wishing things could go back to the way they used to be. You write about how it feels like he’s slipping further away, how he’s always surrounded by people now, and how there are moments when you feel like a stranger to him. But more than anything, you write about him—the little things you notice, the things you’ve never said out loud. How he makes people feel special without even trying, how his laugh lingers in your mind long after he’s gone, how he’s always been your Beomgyu, even when the rest of the world started claiming pieces of him.

And then, almost without thinking, you reach for a fresh sheet of paper. Your hand hesitates for a moment before the words begin to flow—raw, unfiltered, meant for no one’s eyes but your own. A confession you never planned to send.

Beomgyu,

I hate Valentine’s Day. Every year, it’s the same—flowers, chocolates, grand gestures, and yet none of it ever means anything to me. But if it were you… maybe it would.

I don’t even know when it started. Maybe it was the first time you stayed up all night on the phone with me when I was feeling like crap. Or maybe it was when you showed up at my door with tteokbokki after my worst exam just because you “had a feeling” I needed it. Or maybe it’s always been there, lingering quietly, waiting for me to notice.

But I do notice. I notice everything about you. The way your voice softens when you’re tired, the way your nose scrunches when you laugh too hard, the way you always find a way to make people feel like they matter. You don’t even try, and yet you pull people in like gravity. Like you pulled me in.

And I hate it. I hate that I can’t shake this feeling, that every time I see you, I wonder what it would be like if you looked at me the way I look at you. I hate that I know you don’t. Because why would you? You’re Beomgyu—the boy with a thousand admirers, the boy too busy chasing his dreams to notice the way I hold my breath whenever you’re close.

I wish I could say this out loud. I wish I could be one of those people who confesses without fear, who risks it all for love. But I can’t. Because if I say it, if I admit it to you, I might lose the one thing I never want to let go of—you. And that’s a risk I can’t take.

So instead, I’ll write it here, in this stupid shoebox full of things I’ll never say.

—Y/N

When you finish, it’s like a weight has been lifted. The air feels a little easier to breathe, but your heart still feels heavy in a way you can’t shake. You push the paper aside and glance down at the other half-finished letter to Gyu on your desk. You’ve been putting it off for weeks now, but tonight, with everything on your mind, you finally decide to finish it. You don’t want to leave anything unsaid, but you also don’t want to make things weird. So you keep it simple—lighthearted, nothing too serious. You end the letter with a casual sign-off, your name, and a smiley face, as though nothing’s changed. A few days later, you slip it into the mail, not thinking too hard about it. You’re not confessing anything, just telling him you miss him. Simple, easy. That’s all.

A few days later, Valentine’s Day rolls around, and you’re just planning on treating it like any other day. You didn’t expect anything to change, especially not after everything that’s been on your mind. So, you decided to take matters into your own hands—getting yourself some chocolates and settling in for a scary movie marathon. Romance movies? Yeah, not the best idea today. You weren’t about to sit through a bunch of perfect couples and heartwarming confessions while you were still trying to wrap your head around everything. The rain taps against your window, adding to the quiet mood, as you pour yourself a cup of hot cocoa, curling up in your blanket. You start eating your chocolates, letting the sweetness balance out the tension in your chest. The movie plays in the background, but it’s really just the comfort of being alone, of doing something for yourself, that brings peace. You focus on the suspense of the movie, pushing aside the little sting of loneliness, telling yourself that it’s just another day.

A sudden knock on your door makes you jump, the sound slicing through the quiet of your room. At first, you think it might just be part of the movie, or maybe the rain hitting the window. But then another knock—definitely not the movie, and definitely not the rain. “Oh god, now what?” you mutter to yourself as you pull yourself to your feet. “Coming!” you yell, sliding on your fuzzy bear slippers with a sigh. You shuffle over to the door in your cozy sweater and loose gray sweatpants, your hair a bit messy from the comfort of the night. It’s not like you were expecting visitors today, so you’re not exactly prepared for anyone showing up at your door.

“Gyu?” you gasp loudly as you swing the door open. His face is oddly serious, a look you swear you’ve never seen before, like there’s something on his mind that he’s not sure how to say. You’re frozen for a moment, trying to figure out why he’s standing there, looking at you like that. “Wh-what are you doing here?!?” you almost yell, too surprised to contain the shock in your voice as your eyes lock with his. His hair is drenched in water, his jacket soaked from the rain, and his expression is unreadable. Why is he looking at you like that? The silence between you both stretches on, each second more suffocating than the last. You’re standing there, frozen in place, your heart pounding, feeling like panic has replaced all the blood in your veins.

After a few agonizing moments of silence, he starts to turn away, and that’s when your instincts kick in. Without thinking, you reach out and grab the sleeve of his jacket, your fingers curling into the fabric. “No, Gyu, pl—” You don’t even get to finish before he closes the distance, crashing his lips against yours. It’s sudden and overwhelming, and everything you thought you knew about him and about yourself goes out the window in an instant. He pulls you out into the rain, but honestly, you couldn’t care less. The cold drops on your skin are nothing compared to the warmth flooding through your chest at the feeling of him against you. All the confusion, all the panic—it fades into the background, replaced by something else entirely.

Once you finally pull apart he whispers out “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You stand there in shock completely overwhelmed by emotion. How do you even begin to explain to him everything you’re feeling. It’s one thing to write all your feelings on a piece of paper and shove them into a box under your bed, but now you have to try and say them? You can’t do that. You can barely think. So you don’t. You reach out and pull him down into an even deeper kiss. Soft breathy moans escape your lips as you feel him pull you closer to him. Your head is spinning with emotion and desire. Desire to touch him. Desire to show him everything without ever having to say anything at all.

As you pull away from the kiss, you're both left gasping for air. Gyu's eyes are wide with a mix of wonder and relief. The rain continues its relentless assault, soaking you both, but the warmth radiating off him is enough to keep you going. You run your fingers through his wet hair, marveling at how soft it feels against your skin. Your lips are tender, and swollen from the ferocity of the kiss, but you crave more. You lean in again, capturing his mouth with yours, desperate to convey every jumbled emotion swirling inside you. His hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your heartbeats sync as your bodies mold together, the cold rain now a distant memory. The world around you fades away, leaving only the sound of raindrops hitting the pavement and the roar of your combined heartbeats.

You can’t believe what’s happening right now. As you kiss the two of you stumble into your room. He gently guides you down onto the bed. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ll ever touch” he mumbles before kissing you even deeper. Your sarcastic and witty demeanor is out the window. You can’t even think of anything other than how badly you’ve wanted this. It almost feels like a dream. “Are you sure?” he asks you softly. This is when you meet his eyes again. Seeing that same, idiot best friend you started falling for so long ago. “I’m sure Gyu,” you say in a playful yet sincere tone. His face softens at your confirmation.

His hands continue their path down your body. You’re too shy to make eye contact with him. The intensity of how he’s looking at you burning a pit into your stomach. You lift your hips as he pulls off your pants that are now soaked in more ways than one. Your embarrassment is there but you can’t make yourself care. His hands feel better on your skin than you ever could've imagined. He kisses you again. This time he slides his tongue into your mouth making you gasp into the kiss. You aren’t a virgin but this feels oddly similar to that feeling of having sex for the first time. It all feels so intense and so new. You tug on his hair, deepening the kiss. You need more. He wrestles with his belt and takes his now rock-hard cock out. You can’t help but joke “Who would’ve guessed” you say as you see how big he is. He chuckles and kisses you again. He gently guides himself inside you. “Holy shit-” you gasp at the sudden stretch of him pushing inside of you, it feels surreal to finally have him this close to you. You grip onto his shoulders, eyes closing in attempts to calm your heart and your head.

Once fully sheathed inside you, Gyu stills, savoring the sensation. He gazes into your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort. “Do you need a minute?” He whispers softly while moving the fly-aways of your hair out of your face. You take a breath, trying to relax from the burning stretch before giving him a curt nod for him to keep going. Beomgyu takes it and pulls out before slowly beginning to move. Each thrust is careful, measured, as if he's trying to memorize the feeling of being connected to you. You moan softly, your hands clutching the sheets beneath you. The initial shock of his size quickly fades, replaced by pure ecstasy. You match his pace, rising to meet him, your bodies moving in a harmony that feels like it's been years in the making. The air between you crackles with electricity, every touch igniting sparks that travel throughout your entire being. The playfulness lingers in the form of whispered jokes and soft giggles, punctuating the increasingly intense moments of passion. It's a delicate dance of exploration and adoration.

With each stroke, Gyu becomes more confident, his movements growing bolder as he learns what drives you wild. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer, desperate to feel every inch of him. The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled moans and the rustling of the bed sheets. You're no longer shy about your desire, meeting his gaze with a hunger that matches his own. He leans down, capturing your lips once more, swallowing your gasps as the pleasure builds. It's raw, it's real, and it's everything you never realized you needed. Who knew this shit was real? You certainly didn’t. ‘How did I go from confessing my feelings to a shoebox to having sex with my best friend?’ you think to yourself. The feeling building in your stomach pulls your attention back to the intensity of your surroundings, The feeling of your chest pressed against his, his lips and teeth against your neck; leaving love bites, and the feeling of his thick cock sliding against your walls in the most dizzying way.

As your bodies intertwine, the tension between you reaches its peak. Gyu's pace quickens, matching the racing of your heart. You clutch onto him tightly, your nails digging into his back as the wave of pleasure crashes over you both. Your moans become louder, and his moans follow suit, filling the quiet space as you reach your climax together. The world seems to pause for a brief moment, the only things that matter is the pounding of your hearts and the feeling of him inside you. Then, as the ecstasy subsides, you collapse against each other, spent and satisfied. For a few seconds, there's nothing but heavy breathing and the sound of your hearts beating in sync.

The rain is still falling outside, tapping softly against the window, but neither of you care. Beomgyu’s hands cup your face, his lips lingering against yours like he’s afraid to let go. When he finally pulls back, his breath is uneven, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the right words. “I—” He pauses, letting out a breathy laugh, shaking his head like he can’t believe what just happened. “I wasn’t supposed to do that yet.”

Your heart is still racing, but the panic from earlier has melted away, replaced by something warmer, steadier. You’re lying beside him now, wrapped up in the blankets, your fingers loosely tangled in the fabric of his shirt. The glow of your bedside lamp casts soft shadows across his face, and you can’t help but think how right this feels. “What do you mean yet?” you ask, voice quieter now, calmer. He sighs, shifting slightly so he’s closer to you, his arm draped over your waist. “I got your letter.” His eyes flicker to yours, gauging your reaction. “Not the one you meant to send, I’m guessing?” Instantly, heat rushes to your face. “Oh my god,” you groan, rolling onto your back to cover your face with your hands. “I knew I sent the wrong one.” Beomgyu chuckles, gently pulling your hands away. “Hey, don’t hide from me,” he says softly, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. “I read it. Every word.” His voice turns quieter, more serious. “And it wasn’t exactly what I expected… but it wasn’t unwelcome either.”

You blink up at him, confusion giving way to something else—hope. “What?” He exhales a small laugh, shaking his head. “I’ve liked you for so long, but I kept convincing myself I didn’t. I told myself it was just friendship, that I’d get over it, that you didn’t feel the same.” His expression is open, vulnerable, and it makes your heart ache in the best way. “But then I read that letter, and I realized… maybe I wasn’t the only one scared of ruining this.” The words settle over you, and suddenly, everything makes sense. You were never losing Beomgyu—not to fame, not to time, and certainly not to unspoken feelings. Instead, you’ve found something even better, something you were too afraid to reach for before. “I was scared too,” you admit, fingers tracing absent patterns against the fabric of his shirt. “Scared of losing you, scared of things changing. But Gyu… I don’t want to keep pretending.” His lips twitch into a soft smile, his arm tightening around you as he tugs you closer. There’s no more hesitation. No more hiding. Just warmth. Just him. He leans in again, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before resting his against yours. “No more letters. No more hiding,” he whispers, his voice as familiar and comforting as ever. “Just us.” And as you nod, letting your fingers tangle with his, you realize the truth—this isn’t the end of something, it’s the start. You haven’t lost a friend. You’ve gained a love that’s always been there, just waiting for the right moment. “Just us,” you whisper back, smiling as the rain continues to fall outside.

[niningtori]

freudian | preview(s)

pairing(s): choi beomgyu x you, choi soobin x you

summary: freudian - susceptible to analysis in terms of unconscious desires. or, your parents have forced you to be "best friends" with minji, a woman you're convinced was put on this earth to be tailored for you to have a mutual hatred with, since elementary school. she's confident, beautiful, and charming, and her boyfriend, beomgyu, is just as formidable. he's been a pain in your ass, an asshole to you to the most severe degree, since they got together in college. now, you're roommates with minji, but you begin to secretly take interest in beomgyu's best friend, soobin. it's just that... beomgyu's been acting weird these days.

genre: angst (y'all already know...), romance, smut (mdni), lowkey yandere!beomgyu, best friend's boyfriend!beomgyu

warnings: smut (mdni), specfic smut warnings to come but sub!beomgyu and dom!beomgyu probably, lowkey yandere!beomgyu but i feel like it's more like pathetic!beomgyu and pining!beomgyu #tbh, probably the most passive reader ever but also incredibly indifferent towards beomgyu

word count: tbd

release date: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

notes: don't jump me... if y'all don't like this premise then close ur eyes like actually i'm sensitive! also there's no smut in this preview but trust that there will be in the finished product

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surprisingly, the noise ceases, and you really think standing up for yourself might have just worked out in your favor for once, but then you hear minji and her boyfriend snicker, and then there's the damning sound of their resumed activities. she was loud before, but now, it's like minji is being mauled or something. so much for being well-rested.

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you wake up the next morning feeling like you got hit by a truck, and you just know you look like shit. you try your best to cover your dark circles, but at this point, who are you fooling? when you finally leave your bedroom, you run into minji’s boyfriend, the one she's been obsessed with since college. beomgyu.

“good morning,” he says with a lazy smirk as he leans over the counter. “did you sleep alright?” god, he’s such a fucking asshole.

“yep,” you mumble as you push past his shirtless body and reach into the fridge for your packed-up lunch.

“really? doesn't seem like it. you look like shit,” he chuckles, and while you don't even spare him a glance, you can just feel the smug look on his face emanating off of him and boring into the back of your head.

“thanks,” you say flatly as you fill up your water bottle. you're unsure why he even talks to you, but if you had to put it into words, it'd probably be something akin to the phenomenon of a cat watching a mouse as it backs itself into a corner. even still, you don't know why he bothers with trying to get a reaction out of you. you've never reacted to his taunts very much, but he still seems hellbent on making life difficult for you.

“you know, maybe if you got some good action, you’d understand why minji's as loud as she is,” beomgyu continues, almost as if he doesn't sense your unwillingness to participate in this—or really any—conversation with him.

“i'll keep that in mind,” you say perfunctorily as you shuffle over to the door and slide on your shoes before shutting and locking the door behind you. you don't see the way beomgyu’s fists clench at your unrelentingly dismissive tone, and even if you did, you wouldn't understand it.

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“hey," he says tentatively, but you've never been particularly in tune with beomgyu's emotions, so you don't catch the hesitation in his words.

"mm," you hum as you furrow your eyebrows, focusing on preparing your snack.

"you haven't, uh, been around much. everything okay?" he asks gently.

“yep,” you reply as you focus on setting the timer.

“have you been working a lot?” he probes.

“not really,” you mumble as you begin to pour yourself a glass of water. it's late, and you've been with soobin all night, only returning home because you didn't bring a change of clothes for work tomorrow, so your inhibitions are lowered. you're not as guarded as usual, and beomgyu is intent on capitalizing on that.

“you should eat some real food,” he suggests, trying another tactic. “i could… i could make you something, if you want.” this is… weird. beomgyu has never offered to cook for you, and while he's made things before that you happened to like, it was always in service of minji, and he always offhandedly remarked that there were leftovers available to you. of course, you always refused, so his consideration is daunting, to say the very least. finally, you make eye contact with him.

“uh, thanks, but it's fine. i'm tired, so i want to eat something easy and quick before bed,” you say as you redirect your attention to your timer, willing it to move faster so you can eat and get the hell out of here. you push your hair back as you wait, and you unknowingly reveal a darker patch of skin where soobin had unintentionally sucked too hard on your neck. in the dim light of the kitchen, beomgyu’s eyes are immediately zeroed in on the mark. he draws closer, his tall frame looming over yours as he holds your hair back to get a better look.

“what's this?” you balk at his question and his overly-familiar proximity. you try to pull away, but he just steps closer, essentially trapping you between himself and the counter.

“who were you with?” he asks between clenched teeth, his eyes narrowing with a darkness you’ve never seen from him, or from anyone, really.

notes pt. 2: DON'T FREAKING JUMP ME!!! respectfully i'm going to alter my taglist to exclude inactive accs bc i hate tagging real bad and i'm running out of tags but if you want to be tagged in this work lmk!

[beomiracles]

soobin babytrapping and then comforting (in a manipulative way?) when reader finds out

hello??? :D

cw, babytrapping, toxic!soobin, hints at him meddling with reader's birth control, crying, manipulative tendencies from soobin

"don't cry", Soobin's voice is soft, eerily calm as he brushes his hands over your wet cheeks. the tears won't stop, and you can barely breathe as panic settles in the pit of your stomach. ⎯ "isn't this what we always wanted? now we can start a family, you and me."

you shake your head, the heel of your hands digging into the sockets of your eyes as you try to rid yourself of the image burned into your mind. "n-not like this..!" you hiccup, your voice thick and laced with the tears you'd been choking on for an hour already.

it didn't make sense, you didn't understand.. you were on birth control, you made sure to take it every single night. you never missed as much as a single day. ⎯ "it's not possible, t-the test must be wrong.." you sniffle as you finally tear your hands from your face.

but when your gaze meets soobin's, you find a frown etched onto his brows. "wrong?" he echoes. a heavy silence follows after that. and you swear you could hear a pin drop. even your sobs had subsided into faint sniffles as you caught your breath.

soobin shakes his head, as if snapping out of a trance he'd momentarily fallen into. his expression schools into a warm one, but the smile he offers didn't quite match the glint in his eyes. ⎯ "nothing's wrong", he reassures you, but the touch of his hand against your back does not feel comforting.

"this is just like we wanted, this is everything we need."

his other hand is on your stomach before you can stop him, and you almost cringe at the action. "this", he exhales, as if trying to contain his excitement. "this is everything."

[antisocialties]

Movie Night

hueningkai x reader

summary: in which Hyuka is late coming home for your regular movie night, but he easily makes it up to you ;)

warnings: smut, use of femme pet names/pronouns, etc. I promise i’ll get better at these, I haven’t written in forever and I haven’t written smut since i was like 16 lmfao!

wc: 3k+

an: hiii this is not only not completely proofread or edited but it is my first time posting and publishing kpop fanfic and smut at all on tumblr! bear with me i really think i’ll get better. i really hope some of you enjoy, and would love to make mutuals and find a fun lil community amongst everyone!!! <3

You were disappointed but you definitely weren’t upset with him and you knew he would definitely find a way to make it up to you, he always did one way or another. It was always in Kai’s nature to put others above himself, but especially you.

As you waited you decided to freshen up and surprise him by being comfortable but still cute for him.

You found yourself in your room slipping into a cute lacy white thong with a sweet dainty pink little bow right on the front, followed by a cute pink silk pajama set with a slightly loose little tank top that showed off your breasts a little and shorts that hardly even covered your ass.

You spritzed yourself with your favorite perfume, inhaling and appreciating the sweetness and the hints of soft floral notes and deeply appreciating the fact you had taken your regular everything shower earlier this morning and still had silky smooth skin.

After giving yourself a little extra special self care and making yourself feel refreshed and even more comfortable you returned to the living room of your apartment.

You decided to set the mood by lighting a few of the warm vanilla and sweet floral scented candles and decorative taper candles you had around the house, the first few of which happened to be on the coffee table in front of your sofa.

Immediately pleased by the pleasant natural soft glow and the sweet but comfortingly warm fragrance, you walked to your kitchen that was connected to your living room and lit the identical candles on your counter and proceeded to turn down all of the lights.

The only light left in the room was from the flickering flames of the candles and the tv at the very back of your living room directly across from your tan colored suede sofa and the fairy lights you had put up surrounding the entirety of the border of the living room window just beside your sofa and bookshelf.

You returned to your sofa and sat down, immediately picking up your phone to text your messages.

Hyuka <3: I’m sorry again i’m running late baby, but i’m on my way now

You immediately felt the excitement tingle through your entire body seeing that the message was sent 12 minutes ago, meaning he’d be here any minute.

As if on cue not even 5 minutes later you heard the key turn in the lock of your front door, followed by the view your boyfriend walking through the door and into the entrance walkway in his grey sweatshirt and sweatpants with his hair still mildly damp from his dance practice from this evening.

You heard the sound of him kicking off his shoes and setting his duffel bag down in the hallway before footsteps made their way toward your living room.

“Hi baby!” he grinned, taking in the scenery of you curled up in the corner of the sofa waiting on his arrival with a sweet little grin on your face.

He padded towards you, practically flopping onto the couch and throwing himself onto you as he embraced you in a tight hug.

You could hear the soft sounds of him sniffing the inside of your neck as you began to giggle and run your hands up and down his hoodie clad back.

“I missed you.” he mumbled into your neck as he started giving it soft little pecks before lifting his head up to meet your eyes, his sparkling with a gaze full of nothing but pure love and admiration.

“I missed you more, Hyuka.” you beamed immediately bringing your lips down to meeting his in a soft but sweet kiss.

“My pretty girl, I’m so glad to be home with you now.” he hummed into your collarbone.

He stayed on top of you embracing you and taking in your scent and warmth for a few minutes as you both just relaxed into each others touch, you running your hands through his hair and massaging his scalp before pressing a kiss to the top of his head as he nuzzled further into your neck as his breathing slowed.

After a few minutes he peeled himself off of you and instead decided to curl into your side and hand you the remote that was placed on the other side of the sofa.

“I was waiting for you to pick out a movie, I wanted it to be one that we both felt like watching tonight.” you turned to him, sending him a soft smile to which he of course returned.

“I was thinking that new one with that girl you like that you brought up wanting to see that’s available to rent now, the way you described it made it sound good.” he turned to you with a half quirked brow, hoping you’d understand what he meant because he couldn’t recall the film name or the name of the actress.

“Anora! Yes, absolutely!” you exclaimed excitedly whilst scurrying for the remote before quickly typing it in and pressing the rent button and waiting for it to process your payment method and load the opening credits.

You snuggled into his side, pressing the side your face into his broad chest as he wrapped his arms around your figure and pulled you closer into his chest and brushed a few spare strands of hair behind your ear.

After only a few minutes into the movie you noticed Kai getting antsy and looking back and forth between the tv screen and your frame before he decided to pull you onto his lap.

You squealed at first, the feeling of his big hands on your tummy as he lifted you tickling and the sudden movement catching you off guard for a few seconds until you relaxed into his arms and lied your head back onto his shoulder.

He began rubbing soft circles on the side of your waist, his nose pressed into the top of your head and inhaling the scent of your fruity shampoo while pressing a handful of gentle kisses all over your scalp. You could feel his hands slowly moving further and further up your supple skin under the smooth fabric of your pink silk pajama top as he continued to rub soothing and sensual circles and you began feeling more and more heated by the second eventually emitting a gasp from you.

As he felt you relax even more with his movements, his hands only moving up even further and eventually reaching your perky breasts. He began to twirl your already erect and very sensitive nipples he had already previously seen peeking through the thin fabric between his warm and nimble thumbs and forefingers, only further motivated by the soft moans you let out as you writhed in his lap and started grinding on him unevenly which only made him grow harder as he enjoyed the sounds leaving your pretty lips and the way your breath became uneven, but also the way your hips moved back and forth upon his growing bulge.

“Hyuka-” you involuntarily moaned biting your lower lip and trying to contain the rest of your sounds while also practically begging for more of his undivided attention like you didn’t already have absolutely all of it right in this moment.

He once again put his hands on your waist to lift you up, but this time it was to turn you around on his lap to straddle and face him. “What do you want, baby?” He asked as his eyes traced over your features before meeting yours while you stared back at him sharing an almost drunken look, both breathing heavier than normal with blown pupils and heaving chests.

This time you were the one to make the first move as you roughly grabbed his face and pushed your freshly bitten and slightly swollen lips against his in an incredibly wet and heavy kiss. He immediately matched your energy kissing back with just as much haste. “Need your fingers, please-“ You practically begged.

He smoothly ran his hand back up under your pink silk top reaching for your nipple and twiddling it between his fingers until you opened up your mouth and he could force his tongue in, to which you happily accepted and more than enjoyed.

You decided to take it into your own hands and pulled apart for a mere second to slip your pink silk tank over your head, discarding it somewhere on the floor of your living room without a single care in the world before you continued locking lips.

The more sloppily you began to make out the harder you continued to grind on top of him eliciting the prettiest whiny moans from his beautifully plump lips in between the breaths of your swirling tongues.

While this was happening you felt him slip his fingers passed the elastic waistband of your pink silk shorts and white lace panties before meeting your clit and rubbing it in slow and steady circles which immediately lead to you letting out a borderline pornographic moan into his mouth. Upon hearing the heavenly sounds leave your mouth as he swallowed them up he began to quicken his pace as you began to swivel your hips to follow the movements he made.

“K-Kai… need them inside.” you moaned falling forward into him an absolute moaning mess, your perky tits pressing into the soft fabric of his hoodie. All he could do was groan in response.

Clearly craving more skin to skin contact Kai pulled back to remove his hoodie just as you did your top only seconds ago, also throwing it across the room and not caring where it landed because in this moment you were the center of his universe.

The skin to skin contact of your chests only got him even more worked up as he slipped his fingers back under your panties to continue rubbing your clit until he felt you were ready for him to slip his fingers in.

He ran his fingers threw your sticky folds before he gathered your slick with his middle and index finger and began to rub around your entrance in little circular motions before abruptly pushing them into you and feeling the tight stretch as you sucked his fingers in which was met with a loud whiny moan from you as your entire body jolted and your grip on his shoulders tightened, followed by a deep almost growl coming from deep within his chest. So loud in fact that you could feel the vibrations between your connected chests as you pressed your tits onto him even harder.

He looked up at you with a look of pure carnal desire, looking for any signs of discomfort on your features to make sure he wasn’t going too fast and didn’t need to slow down. The second your eyes met his and you nodded before letting out a small whine his questions were quickly answered and he began to slowly pump his fingers in and out of you.

“Baby…you got wet so fast. How bad did you miss me?” He asked with that little half smirk on his face as he continued his actions, clearly already knowing the answer to his own question based on your bodies reaction alone. His head dipped down to your neck, immediately finding your sweet spot and suckling on it embracing every little angelic sound you made as he did.

“K-Kai…missed you s’bad!” You slurred your words as you continued to let out desperate and whiny moans and began to move yourself up and down on his fingers, using his broad shoulders to hold yourself up and lower yourself back down while trying to the best of your ability not to just completely collapse on top of him.

“That’s it baby, ride my fingers. That’s my good girl.” He praised after letting out a deep throaty groan and continuing his movements, only quickening his pace and curling his fingers this time.

You could feel his hot breath fanning over your neck and his encouragement engaged your praise kink that he was very aware of and it only aroused you even further. You removed one of your hands from his shoulders to grab onto his face aggressively and pressed your lips together once again to which he responded by melting into your touch and passionately returning your sloppy wet kisses.

Your pace quickened as you put practically all of your weight on him and rode his fingers as hard as you could without practically splitting yourself open or breaking his long nimble fingers. You bit down on your bottom lip so hard you almost drew blood as his hands bruised your hips while he lifted you up and down, the only sounds you both could hear anymore being your desperate breathy moans as his eyes switched between staring at the way your face contorted into pure pleasure and the way your stomach clenched and convulsed in pleasure as he kept hitting that spongy spot deep inside of you he was purposefully aiming for.

You arched your back, throwing your head back a little bit and he took advantage of this new position and wrapped his soft plump lips around one of your nipples which quickly caught your attention. He switched between swirling his tongue around the bud and suckling before lightly grazing it with his teeth and releasing it with a pop before looking back up into your eyes and repeating the same with the other one as you continued to slam your hips up and down over his curled digits.

“Mmm, Hyuka what about y-you?” you looked up at him innocently, reaching your hand down and rubbing your hand up and down his thigh.

“Tonight is all about you, my sweet girl. Just wanna take care of you.” He smiled, caressing your side with his opposite hand.

“Mm- wan’ suck on your fingers.” you whimpered, leaning forward and reaching for his hand that had previously been on your waist.

He gulped as he watched you pull his hand to your mouth and wrap your lips around two of his digits and begin to swirl your tongue around them before setting a steady pace of sucking them, little drops of drool sliding down your face and his knuckles.

Kai could feel you beginning to clench harder and harder around him, telling him how close to your release you were getting. The rush of adrenaline only made him work harder, thrusting his fingers even faster and curling them as much as he could anytime he heard you whimper around his fingers, practically choking on them and signaling he kept hitting your g spot.

“Baby, you’re so tight, are you close?” He asked, already knowing the answer to his own question.

You pulled his fingers that now were entirely coated in your saliva out of his mouth, gasping for air.

“Kai- baby i’m about to-“ you gasped.

He smiled up at you, interrupting you before you could even finish the sentence you were struggling to mutter.

“That’s it baby, let it go. Cum for me, my sweet girl.” He praised.

Only seconds had gone by before you tightened around his still moving fingers, letting out an incredibly loud moan that practically resembled a scream as you gushed around him before completely collapsing onto his chest.

You stayed limp and pressed against his chest, your head lying on his shoulder for a few minutes as you gathered your breath and your muscles began to relax and you essentially melted into him, his fingers still inside of you as he let you gather yourself.

You let out a soft sigh, raising your head to look up at him being met with his warm eyes and a soft and genuine grin. He slowly and gently removed his fingers from inside of you and brought them up to his mouth, sucking all of your remaining arousal that coated them off while staring at you intently before putting them directly in front of your face.

“Wanna taste? You taste so good, baby.” He smirked, sending you a little wink. You opened your lips, enveloping the same fingers he had just sucked on, tasting a mix of both your own release and his saliva before releasing them from your mouth with an exaggerated pop and beaming back at him.

“So I guess this means we’ll probably have to watch this movie again since neither of us paid any attention to it.” you giggled.

“I think so, I wanna get you cleaned up and wanted to run you a bath and join if you’d like that.” He looked up at you, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Mmm, that sounds so nice.” you sighed, snuggling into his neck and inhaling his scent.

Before you knew it he was sliding you off of his lap to stand up and pick you up, you instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist tightly with your arms around his neck as he carried you to your bathroom.

He placed you on the ground before helping you get undressed and having you pee as he ran your bath and added the bubbles and salts into the flowing hot water.

While you both waited for the tub to fill up he retrieved some of the candles and placed them around the large tub and on the sink counter before grabbing you each your own towels and clean pajamas and underwear to change into after you relaxed and washed off, setting all of the clothes on a stack on top of the closed toilet seat and the towels next to the tub.

Once the tub finishes filling and he turns off the water Kai strips his clothes of as well before climbing into the tub, motioning for you to join him as he helps you settle into his lap in the hot water covered in a layer of sweet floral scented bubbles that almost completely engulfed both of you.

He lied back, rubbing your tummy in soothing and slow motions and bringing you down with him to rest your head on his warm chest just below his shoulder as you relaxed into his large frame.

He took your bath sponge and just softly washed your body as you lied back on him slowly dozing off at his subtle and nurturing touch and his steady quiet breathing as the hot water surrounding the two of you relaxed all of the muscles in your now exhausted body.

He let you relax and sleep for a little bit before gently waking you before the bath got cold, getting out and wrapping himself in a towel before helping you out of the tub and drying off your sleepy frame and dressing you in a clean pair of your favorite pajamas and carrying you to your bedroom.

He pulled back your plush comforter and placed you softly on your side of the bed before climbing in immediately to join you and cradle your frame in his big arms, placing your head on his chest and letting out a gentle sigh as you both had got comfortable.

“I love you, sweet girl.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I love you more, Hyuka.” you sleepily replied, shoving your face further into his chest as you now fully dozed into a deep and comfortable sleep.

Needless to say you both always had a great time on your regular movie night.

if you’d like to be added to my tag list please feel free to comment or pm me at anytime!!! -janie <3

[luvyeni]

back in my txt days i was taehyun girlie DOWN but yall soobin … that tall mf had me in some sort of chokehold and he would not release me .. till this day i still get a few edits of him and i shudder every time HES SO FINE

[soobrat]

siren v

genre; AAANGST

warnings; heavy slut shaming, insecurity

preface; I just peeped a plot hole... I have a reasonable explanation why the live feed wouldn't have caught any of the sex stuff I promise </3

siren masterlist

The car ride back is a quiet one. Not in an awkward way, which is surprising since you’re involved. Jaemin just holds your hand and gazes out the window, glancing over occasionally to smirk at you like a child who got away with something naughty.

He quietly slips his hand back into yours as you two walk back into the beach house. It’s early, so there are only two people downstairs. You see Yizhuo nursing a cup of coffee as she exits the kitchen. 

“Lookie who’s back first!” She lets out a suppressed squeal so as to not awake the others. She glances at the two of you holding hands as she approaches. Her wiggling brows make you break eye contact.

“Chaeyeon’s not back yet?” Jaemin asks. You push it aside. This is not a big deal. He’s allowed to be interested in other people. It’s only been three days.

“Nope! Did they wake you guys up?” Plus, they probably spoke to each other when you weren’t around. Maybe he just clicks with everyone like he clicks with you. You swallow the nasty taste in your mouth.

“Yeah, I was sleeping good, too.” Maybe he gets along with her better. Makes sense he would seek her out and get to know her. Makes sense that he would click better with someone like her.

The person you heard fumbling around in the kitchen calls your name. You look up to see that Yizhuo and Jaemin had already retreated to the couch, then over at Taehyun who had called your name. 

“Hm?” Is the only thing you can muster up with the melon-sized lump in your throat.

Taehyun gives you his signature stare that doesn’t clue you into fuck all he’s thinking. “Nothin’.”

You can’t pinpoint why, but you’re suddenly bristling. You think back to the idiotic notion that Taehyun is into you. Fucking Jaemin probably isn’t into you. Who do you even like? Are you gonna be crushed by Jaemin picking Chaeyeon all because you guys have an inside joke and he fucked you? That’s a fuck buddy at best and a guy who successfully swindled his way into your pants at worst. Your mom was right.

And why are your eyes trailing down to Taehyun’s exposed arms? Are you really that excited by some muscles? Your mind flickers back to the feeling of falling back on him. Fuck!

You storm upstairs, unable to respond to the three confused expressions aimed at you. 

Once you open the door to two women looking up to see who swung the door open, it hits you that you’re on television. Not only that, but your little meltdown was all caught on camera. There’s no way the producers wouldn’t use that in the final edit, or that at least one live audience member didn’t catch that. You sit on your bed, struggling to stabilize your breath.

“Either your night with Jaemin was very steamy or it was horrible.” Roseanne chuckles, taking off her reading glasses. You gape at both women who were clearly all ears before forcing a smile.

“It was really nice, I miss the food already.” You’re not lying, yet you can’t relax to save your life.

“Oh, I didn’t even think about the food!” Roseanne gasps, sitting her lap desk to the side and turning toward you. “What type do they have? Pasta? Burgers? Tteokbokki?”

You shrug, feeling warm once you remember how much fun you had ordering your food. “They had a little bit of everything, well, a fancy version of everything.”

Roseanne perks up, pushing back her shoulders and tilting up her chin. “I only ask because I have a feeling I’ll be going this time.”

Both you and Somi sit up in intrigue. “Why do you say that?”

“I’m wondering the same thing. Isn’t Yunho your guy? I’m pretty sure he’s one of the guys whipped for Chaeyeon.” Somi says her name mockingly.

‘Maybe I don’t have to be worried about being hated afterall’ You think to yourself as you watch the scowl warp Somi’s features, quickly burying the thought. 

“You noticed that too?” You try.

“Everyone saw him and Mingyu basically fighting to talk to her.” Somi looks annoyed she even had to bring that up again.

“It doesn’t matter because I’m not talking about Yunho.” 

If you’re going to be the resident people watcher, now’s your chance.

“It’s Jake, isn’t it?”

“Yes… how did you know?”

“He has his heart set on you, and I can’t see you picking anyone else.”

Suddenly you feel like a mystic who just delivered Roseanne’s fortune. “I mean… yeah. He admitted to me yesterday that I’m the only one he’s looking at. I think he’s charming and we have a birth place in common, so I think I’m gonna give him a chance.” Roseanne nods, sounding like she just set that plan in motion.

“Damn, you noticed that? I don’t pay attention to any man under 182.88 cm.” Somi drives each number into her lap desk with a slam of her finger. “The only reason I noticed Taehyun staring at you was because I followed your eye line.”

“Taehyun just stares at everyone.” You say with conviction, losing that once there’s silence. “... Doesn’t he?”

“He doesn’t stare at me, but maybe I’m not paying attention.” Roseanne shrugs.

“Again. We’re basically eye to eye and that’s all I need to know.”

“Plus,” Roseanne winces. “I think Taehyun has taken interest in Yizhuo. They’ve been together a lot recently, and I think they’re even downstairs together right now.”

The smile you attempt just pinches your entire face, looking more like a wince. “There goes my back up.” You say with a pitiful chuckle. You want to spit the sour taste out of your mouth, lingering after admitting you wanted Taehyun’s interest. To yourself, Roseanne, Somi, and god knows how many others.

“You don’t need a damn back up. You have Jaemin, Roseanne has Jake, Chaeyeon has the universe, and now Yizhuo has Taehyun. Who the hell do I have?” Somi shouts, throwing her hands into the air.

“I don’t know, but then again I’m not the observant one here.” Their eyes both lock onto you. Fuck, maybe being the people watcher is a bad thing. The guys here might actually be avoiding her because she’s so intense.

“Umm…”

A knock sounds on the door, followed by it being opened. A knock means it’s most likely not a girl. You’re proven right once Taehyun’s large, labyrinthian eyes peek from around the door.

“Can I hang with you guys? I’m sick of my roommates grilling me about my pick.” Taehyun says, already closing the door behind him.

“You won’t like it here either, then.” Somi says, head angled upward staring at nothing. 

“Why isn’t she looking at me.” He asks you and Roseanne, casting a puzzled look at Somi. You snort, wondering if this will finally make him tick.

“She says she doesn’t look at guys under 182 cm.”

“182.88” She corrects, still looking toward the ceiling. 

“Right.”

Taehyun sighs with faux wistfulness. “Do your thing, I guess.”

Your smile drops in annoyance.

“If you guys insist on hounding me too, I’ll just tell you off the bat. It’s not Chaeyeon.”

“Why do you say that?” You ask, desperately curious about people not being watched.

“They all kept going on and on about her and why it’s crazy that I’m not pursuing her.” Taehyun’s eyes flutter shut as he leans back on Yizhuo’s bed.

“Who was going on and on about her?” Somi perks up.

“You already know who.” You and Roseanne say in unison. Roseanne in confusion and you in annoyance. You wish she’d stick to a trait. Is she cool and aloof or desperate. She’s even staring at Taehyun, who she just said was too short to look at.

“It was the first thing Mingyu talked about when he got back, so he started it. He was like a teenager with a crush, but Yunho was like a scorned lover watching his wife cheat from the shadows. And Jaemin–”

“Jaemin?!” It was Somi and Roseanne’s turn to share an exclamation. Your thoughts are still frustratingly cluttered from earlier. You can’t pinpoint how you truly feel. Well, you can, but you can’t pinpoint why you’re like this.

“He said something about Mingyu being lucky a girl like her gave him a chance.” He says dryly. No emotion or empathy. You bite down on your cheek, feeling your eyes sting. That sizzling rage is building again. It’s happened both times Taehyun has intruded on your difficult feelings about Jaemin. You glare at him, holding the blank stare he gives back.

“You happy now Somi?” You laugh, looking down at the covers you pulled over your legs and begging yourself not to cry. “I have no first choice or back up.”

“Do you want me to be honest? Yeah, I feel less alone.” She says cautiously, eyes darting from person to person to see if she crossed a line. 

“I don’t think that’s true. There’s no way Chaeyeon’s looking at anyone but Mingyu. Even if she did, you and Jaemin get along more than anyone else.”

Right. She’s right. Why is self deprecation so easy for you? And look at you, sulking like a baby in front of these strangers and possibly a lot more through the cameras.

A tone sounds.

“Singles! Did the two lucky couples have fun on their date? Are those who didn’t go ready for a chance? Head down to the backyard for further instruction.”

The people hanging out in the living room must’ve been sent upstairs, judging by them awkwardly standing outside the bedrooms. It’s Jaemin, Yizhuo, and Chaeyeon. You only noticed now that she never came upstairs.

All ten of you trickle down the stairs, gasping at what’s set up. The entrance to the backyard is propped open to reveal another lit platform. Atop it is a privacy booth. They lined rose petals and candles all the way to the entrance. To the left is a large board with all the faces of the male contestants.

Employees direct you where to stand, separating the women from the men. You’re all put in a straight line on either side of the booth.

“Ladies, this show is all about you. It’s time you take charge. Each woman will go into the booth and pick their guy. However, once she emerges, the other female contestants will have to guess who she chose. Guess correctly, you get to jump the line. Tie or guess incorrectly, the order will continue based on audience popularity. Also, TWO strikes, you don’t go at all.”

Only a few people have the energy to react in shock. Others are too consumed by anxiety. You, however, untense. Thankfully, you were popular previously. You hope you didn’t plummet that fast.

“The first girl with overwhelming love from netizens tuning into the live feed from across the globe is…”

People start to look around anxiously, you can see it from the corner of your eye. You don’t dare to look. You’d be embarrassed if they were looking at you for winning previously, and you’d be devastated if they were looking at the obvious choice.

“Chaeyeon! Make your way to the booth.”

Technically this is great news for you, horrible news for Somi. That would really suck if she got last again. You look over, eyes narrowed from the bright sun and brows furrowed in worry. Except, Somi isn’t angry or annoyed like she usually is. She looks sad.

“It looks like Chaeyeon made her choice! Ladies, make your way to the board and make your choices.”

Each girl had a column with all five boys velcroed to the board.

“Once you’ve made your choice, make your way back to your spot.”

You stand there awkwardly with a pretty large picture of Mingyu in your hands.

“The choices go as follows:

Yizhuo: Jaemin,”

Your head snaps toward her. You hadn’t even looked at their choices. You just assumed everyone would pick Mingyu.

“Somi: Mingyu,

Roseanne: Jaemin,”

Your heart sinks. Wasn’t she just trying to comfort you? Saying that Jaemin only clicked with you?

“___: Mingyu.

Chaeyeon, please reveal who you chose.”

No way she’d choose Jaemin. They couldn’t have had that much time to chat. Except… 

Your mind flickers back to the three who had been sent upstairs from the living room. That’s why Yizhuo chose Jaemin. She saw it happening. Did Roseanne see something too?

“Jaemin.”

Audible shock echoes all around you. 

“Chaeyeon and Jaemin, please hold hands as you make your way to your car out front. Chaeyeon smiles, it’s like one a princess dons when she’s being observed. Jasmin’s is wide, like the one he had pointing to the coasters he wanted to ride with you. Them holding hands to top it all off felt like a punchline at your expense. Sure, they were instructed to but your treacherous stomach doesn’t care. It just keeps turning.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off of them until they disappeared, which means you got to see him not looking at you once.

“Yizhuo and Roseanne tied, which means the order will go according to popularity. Roseanne is up next.”

Yizhuo is pretty much screwed here. This competition is ruthless. She watches Roseanne enter the booth like a hurt puppy. She most likely noticed Roseanne giving Jake a chance.

The three of you immediately go to the board, ripping Jake’s face off the board in unison. It would be funny if any of you were in the mood to laugh.

“It looks like all three contestants chose Jake! Roseanne, reveal who you chose.”

You’ll at least get to choose Taehyun and see what his deal is. That is, if Yizhuo isn’t more popular than you. Your brain goes back to you stomping up the steps after Jaemin simply says Chaeyeon’s name. You probably seemed like a possessive weirdo. God… were you last place?

You look up at Roseanne who hasn’t answered fast enough for your liking. You receive an apologetic look in return. 

No. 

“Yunho.”

Audible shock, yet again. Now you’ll never know if you were dead last after all.

“Somi and ___ are disqualified! That means Yizhuo is the last to pick her guy!”

Was this some sick plan by Roseanne? She knew Jaemin would get picked so she misled you guys? Twice?? 

You don’t get another apologetic look as she leaves for her car. Her eyes are glued to Yunho.

Yizhuo picks Jake, which leaves You, Somi, Taehyun, and for some reason Mingyu at the house. You can’t help staring at him as you all drink on the couch. He’s perfect. Even now, where Yunho would be unattractively bitter, he’s in high spirits. Trying and failing to lift the mood. 

“Come on, guys! The show isn’t over yet. And who says they’ll enjoy the date? If anything this could be a good thing. It could show them the actual right choice.”

Mingyu has a right to be that blindly confident. He looks like a Ken doll. Unfortunately your date is off with someone who puts Barbies to shame.

-🖊️⇝

“Pile it on. That’s right.” Somi deadpans as she watches the marshmallows pour into the bowl.

“This much? Are you sure we’ll eat all these-” Somi snatches the bag from your hand, a couple mallows tumbling to the floor.

“I will.”

You wait for her to walk out the back door to rub your nose bridge. What an unfortunate group to be left behind with. Roseanne is at least easy to talk to, and even if Jaemin doesn’t like you romantically, you definitely feel comfortable talking to him. That thought soothes you a bit. You and Jaemin could make great friends. You grab the bags of chocolate bars and head toward the fire Mingyu started.

Despite this scenario being perfect for Somi, the last few hours of effort seem to have gotten her nowhere. Mingyu just about pats her on the head in response to every flirt.

Mingyu looks pretty conflicted as you all roast marshmallows. Maybe the last few hours have gotten to him, too. You nearly jump when he calls your name.

“Who’s your other pick? Like, if Jaemin and Chae stay together?”

You’re struck by the question for multiple reasons. You’re surprised he cares, for one. But this is also a strange change of character. The whiplash is reminiscent of Somi. And he already has a nickname for her? Such a harsh game.

“I actually don’t know. I guess I should start getting to know more of the guys. How ‘bout you?”

You don’t expect Mingyu to throw his head back and yell out in exasperation at that question.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do.” 

You watch your marshmallow as the flame engulfing it slowly shrinks until it’s nothing. It’s not even awkward sitting here anymore. It’s just pitiful. The way things are turning out, the four of you may go home alone. You shudder thinking of those humiliating shots of the contestants who go home alone. How they try to force a smile so as to not look hurt. 

You really didn’t want to be that person. You only mustered up the courage by telling yourself you’d be missing out on something if you didn’t. But you’re not, you’re the same loser you always are. Now with an audience to witness it.

“Don’t tell me you guys are that upset about not ending up with someone. It’s not like we’re losing anything if that happens. There’s no prize money, and you can meet people outside of the show.” Taehyun pipes up with his wisdom no one asked for.

“I do have something to lose. My dignity.” It seems that Mingyu is just burning his marshmallow to a crisp.

“If you’re worried about that then just… pair up with someone who’s also alone. I mean, the four of us are sitting here. It’s the perfect opportunity since the four of us haven’t really talked.” Taehyun is the only person actually assembling s’mores. Somi is just eating her marshmallow right off the stick.

“…Wanna pair up, Taehyun?” Mingyu chuckles at his own joke. You’re glad Taehyun doesn’t laugh as well. That would make the sour taste in your mouth (and undoubtedly Somi’s) stronger.

“What about Somi?” Taehyun widens his eyes and speaks slowly like Mingyu’s a child. Mingyu still squints in confusion.

“What?? Who’s your choice?” Mingyu turns to Somi who’s toasting up her sixth marshmallow. She scoffs, tossing the entire stick into the fire before storming back into the house.

You and Taehyun have no choice but to face palm. It’s the only way to quell the overwhelming frustration.

“Well. I’m gonna hit the hay now.” Mingyu grunts as he stands from his chair. 

The words spill from your mouth as soon as he’s out of earshot.

“He’s so goddamn stubborn, and she needs to be more direct! God! I hate watching this.” You toss your stick, hoping it landed on the table but not caring enough to check. You rest your face in your hands.

“I don’t know why you’re acting like you’re not just as frustrating.”

You shoot back up, both due to shock and the audacity of this man. Is he finally going to show his true colors after everyone else left? 

“What are you talking about?”

“You saw all these hints that Jaemin was interested in Chaeyeon. I even gave you a big one and what did you do? Run away, sulk, and be shocked that he’s happy to be with her. You could’ve been more direct, too. But no, you sat on your bed and lamented about a relationship that wasn’t even ruined yet. Still isn’t by the way.”

You roll your eyes, wanting to stand up and start cleaning so you can get out of there.

“There’s no indication that you’re romantically interested in him. You need to let him know upfront.” Taehyun scoots closer after seeing that you haven’t blown him off yet.

“Well we did… um… at the hotel we had sex.” You whisper the word like a child. 

“They won’t put that in, you know that right?”

“You read the contract too?”

“You didn’t?” 

You clench your jaw, not wanting to admit it. “I skimmed.”

“Doesn’t matter. He was horny so he fucked you. He probably assumes you have the same mindset.” 

The truth of what he’s saying mixed with the hint of smugness makes you want to punch him in the face.

“What’s your deal? You clearly don’t care about the show.” The words feel like they’re breaking out from your lips, the ones you’ve been wanting to say for a while now.

“Who says I don’t care about the show?” Just then you see it. The defensive look in his face is the achilles heel you’ve been waiting for.

“Every person, every single contestant has someone they’re making eyes at. Meanwhile you just sit in the corner and judge everybody. Why are you here?” You jump at the opportunity, hunger undoubtedly oozing from your eyes. Not that kind, you’ve been avoiding looking at his arms.

Taehyun looks taken aback, almost impressed.

“I wanted to see if I was missing out on something special.” He shrugs, seemingly back to his normal demeanor.

Your face softens against your will. 

“I get that.”

Taehyun chuckles as he reflects. “That and my friend urged me to come. He said I’m always acting like I’m too good for shit.”

“My friend did something similar. I almost chickened out at the last minute and she yelled at me.” You laugh even though you weren’t laughing at the time. “‘You do this every time and then complain that nothing’s going for you!’ I was pissed, but I turned that application in before the deadline.”

After you both settle from laughing, you feel more comfortable.

“Feel better after you got that off your chest?”

You snap your eyes at him, ready to sass him, but you decide against it.

“Yes. Yes I do.”

-🖊️⇝

The sound of your name being called is like a jolt of electricity on your normally peaceful walk to class.

“Look at this invitation I got.” Your friend says breathlessly as you both huddle against the wall. Her eyes are blown wide and she’s whispering, there’s clearly something else to her telling you this, but all you can focus on is that she got invited to a party.

“Look!” She says again at your lack of reaction. Her slim fingers slide against the thick paper before tapping her manicured nail on the acronym “B.Y.O.B”.

“Isn’t that crazy?!” She squawks a laugh and slaps your back, demanding you match her shock.

“What? You think teenagers don’t drink?”

Of course she doesn’t, because she hangs with people like you who don’t party. You hate how condescending you sound right now. You also hate that you can’t express how her getting an invite while you get picked on makes you embarrassed and jealous.

You thought maybe you’d get one by the time you graduated, but that’s more than wishful thinking. It’s denial.

-🖊️⇝

It’s the morning of. They’ll be home any minute now. Maybe Jaemin and Chaeyeon will be last because they’re dragging their feet to leave. Did they…

No, Chaeyeon doesn’t seem like the type. But then again, you never noticed Chaeyeon making googly eyes at Mingyu. Everyone just immediately assumed they’d be together because they’re both at the top of the food chain. And you’ve only gotten hints from Jaemin about them getting together, not her. You can’t read her at all. 

They fucked didn’t they.

“Stop.” Taehyun casts an annoyed look at you after leaving his room with his hair pointing in every direction. Knowing he’s referring to chewing on your nails and looking anxious as all get out, you wave him away.

“Look, let’s pair up.”

You unlatch your teeth from the raw skin around your nails to look up at him. “Why?”

“Will it make you feel better about seeing Jaemin again? You know, in case him and Chaeyeon are cuddled up.”

The thought of standing there like a deer in the headlights and getting pity stares from everyone sounds like a nightmare. Taehyun could at least distract you, he could even make it look like there’s nothing to pity since you’ve moved on. The only thing that worries you is this ruining your chances completely with Jaemin. If there’s anyone you want to leave this house with, it’s him.

“Yeah. Let’s do it.” You answer cautiously. The door opens downstairs and you hear voices. You grab Taehyun’s hand and rush down to see who it is.

It’s the two people you only wanted to see while on Taehyun’s arm. Chaeyeon looks over at you with a genuine smile. Her eyes crinkle, but it catches you off guard. She’s sneering. Not only that, but her smile falls once she sees Taehyun holding your hand.

She makes her way over, and while you’re a little scared of what she’s about to do, you kind of want to confront her. Why is the only smile that didn’t seem phony from her one that seems to be at your expense? You’ve gotten clarity on Taehyun’s deal, what’s hers?

“So two guys really did like you like Roseanne said.” Chaeyeon says with the subdued cuteness she’s been using this whole time. Her wide eyes sparkle as she grabs both your hands.

“Three guys.” Taehyun adds in. You feel dread creeping up as you look at him. Is he crafting lies to make you feel better? Because it’s not. “I see Jake watching you while you talk sometimes.” Since Chaeyeon is holding your hands, Taehyun goes for your waist instead.

“Okay, now that’s a lie.” You’re distracted from the embarrassment when incredulity overpowers it.

“Pursuing Jake is useless, anyway.” Chaeyeon says, her tone is straightforward.

“Oh, are you getting uses out of these men, Chaeyeon?” Taehyun’s tone is light, but Chaeyeon just stares blankly.

Jaemin interrupts by greeting you. You greet him back, laughing at yourself for taking so long to do so.

“How was your hot date?” You attempt your usual tone with him, but the air feels strained.

“It was good.”

The two of you stand there awkwardly. Jaemin isn’t picking at you and you’re too scared to try again. You slip your hands from Chaeyeon’s.

“Welcome back! Were the two other cars behind you guys?” You try instead. If you just walked away, you know the editor is going to play up the tension.

“Why? You waiting for Yunho?” Chaeyeon nudges you. For a second your view of her being phony falters. Maybe she doesn’t emote like other people. What’s wrong with that? She seems friendly right now. You try to hide the smirk that twitches onto your face.

“Maybe I am! And what about it.” You shrug feeling bold in the face of her.

“You should.”

“Wh-”

“We’re baaack!” Roseanne announces excitedly as she and Yunho push through the door. She seems to be dragging him a little more than she realizes, and he perks up when he sees Chaeyeon.

“We had soooo much fun! We-”

“Chaeyeon, can we talk?” Yunho slips his hand from Roseanne’s, pushing toward Chaeyeon. Chaeyeon’s shock looks weak.

“Sure!”

And with that, Yunho leads her to the backyard. Chaeyeon glances back very briefly, sneering at you once more. When all of you look back, Jaemin is already retreating upstairs. Your throat tightens up as you clench your fist. Then your eyes catch Roseanne’s, who is trying desperately to peek at Chaeyeon and Yunho without being obvious. Finally her eyes meet yours. You shouldn’t feel content in light of her disappointment, and you shouldn’t be meeting her guilty eyes with stubbornness. 

“Hey, can we talk as well?” Roseanne moves closer, grabbing one of your hands. She smiles awkwardly, but it’s contagious somehow. You roll your eyes as you both laugh before she leads you upstairs. 

“Um, could you guys give us a second?” You ask Yizhou and Somi politely but Roseanne stops you.

“No, I’ll just say this in front of everyone.” She clears her throat, her eyes unsteady for the first time since you met her. “I don’t want this show to make me ugly, and whether other people noticed or not, I was being ugly. And even if I didn’t externalize it, I knew it in my soul. So I just wanted to stop myself before anything got out of hand.” 

She turns to you. 

“___, I’m sorry for not being honest about Jaemin. We don’t owe each other anything by any means, but I’m a stickler for girl code.” Roseanne speaks about this like she’s bound by hippocratic oath and not girl code. Not that you’re knocking her for it.

“Thanks, but I was being an asshole.” You sigh, “You shouldn’t have to apologize.”

“It just wouldn’t sit right with me otherwise.” Roseanne smiles softly. 

“Speaking of which… me and Yizhou were talking…”

“Somi, no!” Yizhou tries to stop Somi but the courage has already been built up. 

“Did you know that Jaemin was flirting it up with Chaeyeon right after he got off his date with you?! I mean, fuck! What an asshole. Yizhou told me it wasn’t subtle either-”

“Okay.” You laugh inappropriately before looking at the ceiling. “That’s e-fucking-nough Somi.”

“What?! I’m trying to look out for you?”

She’s right. This is what you wanted. God! Why do you only stick up for yourself against the wrong people? No, as a matter of fact? There’s only one person who slept with you and immediately ditched you the next day. Right, you think as you march out of the room and down the hallway. You and Jaemin are the ones who need to talk. He’s the one who needs to be told that you’ve had e-fucking-nough. But as you walk, your mother’s words stain your mind.

“Who was that? Chris?” Your mom immediately grills you upon you re-entering the house. By the sound of it, your first boyfriend had only just pulled away. You scoff, confused about her aggression. “Or was that some stranger you just met?”

“M-mom?” You can’t help your bite immediately leaving you at her harsh words. 

“Where were you all night? And you better say Crystal’s house.”

“I’m nineteen, mom.” Is all you could muster amongst your incredulity and hurt.

“I don’t give a fuck, ___. Tell me you didn’t sully your body with that man?!” Your mother only ever curses in situations she thinks are dire, and it cuts through you like a knife. She grabs your shoulders and shakes you? “Did you?!?”

You want to scream and assure her that NO, you did not do what you absolutely did. But your eyes betray you. She lets go of your shoulders and her arms slam against her sides. The incredulity switches to her as her eyes bore into you until you get it. Not the way you think she wants you to. No, she wants this shame to last your lifetime. She finally relents, seeming to give up on the lost cause that is her daughter.

“You know,” she starts just as she was walking away, “that will never earn you a man’s affection.” She cuts her eyes at you.

“They can smell trash.”

And in that hallway, you stop your pursuit of Jaemin and hold your breath, afraid you’ll smell it too. 

Girls like Chaeyeon didn’t need to put out to get guys to like them. And the only two guys who have shown interest in you prove you’re exactly the opposite.

“I hope you aren’t… hey, are you okay?” Taehyun’s usual snarky tone fades in favor of concern. You can’t hold anymore. Becoming ten times more pathetic, you break down.

“Oh sh-” Taehyun draws out the beginning of the expletive as he wraps an arm around you and urges you into the nearest bathroom. It just so happens to be that one. Are you gonna put out for yet another guy? You turn away, annoyed at your raucous sobbing. 

“W-what… is… wrong with me?!” You manage between sobs, anger constricting your breathing you desperately need with all the crying. Why are you doing this in front of him? “What is wrong with me?!”

“What do you think is wrong with you?”

Taehyun starts his unsolicited therapy schtick. You laugh bitterly, humoring him, daring him to try and talk you out of your pathetic state. 

“I let him fuck me the second he made me laugh. He didn’t have to try to get into my pants. And Chaeyeon didn’t need to try to pluck him away from me.”

Taehyun laughs and you shoot daggers at him with your glare. You charge at him but he holds his arms up. 

“Woah, woah, woah. Chaeyeon tries. She tries reeeaally hard. I know from experience.”

You chut. “As if she’d pay attention to you.” 

“Right. I’m under 182 or whatever Somi said. People think I’m cold and I don’t make enough of an effort. So why did she pull me to the side and ask how close I was to you just now?”

You inhale lightly. “What’d you say?”

“I said very very close, you’re my end game.”

You roll your eyes again and he snorts.

“Be serious.”

“I am! That’s exactly what I said.”

“You told her that?!”

“And then she told me that she was sorry to hear that because she wanted to get to know me.”

Bitterness grows until it manifests in a scowl. “Why don’t you humor her? You think she’s pretty don’t you?”

He just smirks and you scowl deeper. He holds his stare for a moment.

“You’re really angry at me. Why?”

“Because you’re a fucking jerk. Has that ever occurred to you?” You answer breezily. He doesn’t even flinch. 

“I don’t mean in general, I mean just now.”

You furrow your eyebrows and shake your head, but you’re considering it.

“You’re not mad at me. You’re not even mad at Jaemin or even Chaeyeon. You’re mad at yourself.”

“D’you see what I mean.” You point out tiredly. “Asshole.” You sniff, suddenly aware of the snot on your upper lip. You quickly hide it. He sighs and grabs some toilet paper off the roll before handing it to you. 

“You shouldn’t want a guy who could be swayed from his feelings for you by something as shallow as the beauty standard.”

“You think I’m choosing to feel this way?” You ask incredulously after wiping your face. 

“Not at all. It’s not the emotion you should be critiquing anyway. Clock what’s making you feel you didn’t dodge a bullet.” Taehyun turns then, starting toward the door. He turns back one last time.

“Just some food for thought.”

[enhani-ki]

⟢ okay, this is actually me too lol. i also write short beomgyu fics so if you're also a moa, give these a try and let me know how is it :) thank you!

choi beomgyu ff series

masterlist

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series

sleep ✰

ramen ✰

clingy ✰

dog sitter ✰

coworkers (18+) ✰

obvious ✰

oneshots

best friend ✰

clingy (bonus) ✰

dumb girlfriend ✰

for science (18+) ✰

secret boyfriend ✰

boundaries (18+) ✰

dreaming (18+) ✰

tired ✰

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disclaimer: this fanfiction is a work of the author’s imagination created purely for entertainment purposes.

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1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ txt drabble⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 beomgyu x fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) wc: 1k

request: “they can’t fuck you like i can” + overstimulation

contains: friends with benefits trope, sub!reader, protected sex, overstimulation (f!rec), multiple orgasms, usage of toys (vibrator), spanking, dirty talk, pet names, descriptions of jealousy, hint of perv!beomgyu, ft. yeonjun & kai

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You should know better, Beomgyu thinks to himself, both of you.

He watches you across the room - how Yeonjun is standing close to you, too comfortable, as if though he wants to make sure everyone here knows he has his eye on you, and how you don’t mind it at all; how you laugh at what he’s saying, with a wide smile and your head tilting back.

It’s not easy to make you laugh like that.

Something in his chest tightens more and more until it starts to burn.

Yes, he reminds himself that Yeonjun is naturally charming and people easily hit it off with him - maybe the two of you really are just enjoying yourselves with no hidden intentions in mind.

After all, you must know that Yeonjun can’t fuck you the way he does… and Yeonjun is supposed to know better than chasing the people Beomgyu sleeps with.

Well… chasing you. You’re the only one who he’s hooking up with right now. He’s not interested in anyone else.

“Hey, did you hear a word of what I just said?” Kai nudges Beomgyu with an elbow, snapping him out of his thoughts for a brief moment.

“Yeah, yeah,” the boy murmus despite clearly not catching a single word of what he had just said.

Kai rolls his eyes before following his friend's concentrated gaze - though there’s only one thing that could have him this close to clenching his fist.

Yeonjun is leaning in, just about to speak into your ear so he can cut through the music... or not really. The scene has Kai repressing his laughter badly, letting out a quiet snort before turning away.

“I told you this was going to happen.” He takes a sip of his beer, but Beomgyu is already on his way to you.

“Okay, that’s enough questions about Yeonjun for tonight.” You sigh, collapsing onto the bed, exhausted from what felt like an interrogation. “Are you in love with him or something?”

Beomgyu joins you, crawling up your body. His energy feels calm, but the lust forming in his gaze begins to shine more intensely with each passing second.

“I just know what kind of person you are,” he murmurs, “and what kind of person he is. So I wonder, what exactly did you two find in common that had you talking all freaking night?”

“Is that why you dragged me out of the party?” You can't help, but form a knowing smile as you catch on to what’s really happening. “To ask what I have in common with Yeonjun?”

His eyes drop to your lips before flicking back up to meet yours, the corners of his mouth twitching with intrigue at the shift in the conversation, but also - from the way your hips respond positively to his hand which found its way into your pants, rubbing against your underwear.

“You’re jealous.” You speak up again as he hasn't responded to your question yet, just gliding his fingers back and forth silently, doubling your arousal.

The realisation has you feeling excited.

More often than not, you’ve wondered what it would be like if Beomgyu developes stronger feelings for you. Deep down, you’ve always known that what you feel for him is different than any fleeting crush you've had before.

“What if I am?” He looks directly into your eyes, pulling out his fingers.

You watch him remove his clothes, then come back on the bed to tug down yours, slightly rougher than usual.

After leaving you in your bra, he kneels between your open thighs, wrapping his erection with a condom. Your gazes keep meeting as if both of you are waiting... aware that something unspoken lingers.

You've had rough sex before, but this time Beomgyu enters you with a new type of greed. The sharp thrill shoots through your core, causing you to squeal and hold onto the nearest surface - the nightstand on your left.

He forces his hips forward with precise movements, again and again, developing a rhythmic slamming that has your jaw drop.

Until you bite on your lip, feeling the warm rush he magnifies inside you.

“Tsk, don't try to hide your sounds from me now,” Beomgyu mutters with a sly smile resting on his face.

With this kind of speed, it doesn’t take long for you to get there… that high peak which feels the most intense when you’re with him.

“I’m gonna cum—“ you whine, locking eyes with him.

“Yeah? I can feel that,” he grunts shakily as his muscles tense in order to maintain the strong pounding. “Fuck— go ahead, cum around my cock like you always do…”

The orgasm has you seeing stars; you arch your back, mewling as your heart races excitedly while Beomgyu fucks you through the sensation.

You still haven’t normalised your breathing when you notice him opening your nightstand; your eyes bulging once you see your pink vibrator in his hand.

“How did you know?”

He only snickers at your flustered reaction, not explaining when or why he was going through your stuff as he attaches the buzzing head onto your clit.

“Holy fuck,” you cuss out of breath. Your thighs begin to shake as he intensifies the speed, keeping his cock inside you still so he can feel the way you tighten from delight.

“It feels different now, doesn't it?” He moves the wand in slow circles - your clit turning extra sensitive beneath each motion. “It's not the same when you're full of my cock.”

“Yeah,” you moan, “you make it feel so much better, Gyu, don’t stop...”

Before you know it, he’s pulled out another orgasm out of you, then a moment later - one more, making it a lot harder to adjust to the stimulation.

Then, he tosses the toy away.

He signals you to lay on your stomach before shoving himself back inside you - with that new, possessive manner; hands groping your ass cheeks and keeping them apart so he can observe your tight grip that he found himself obsessed with.

“Gyu—“ you whimper, choking mid sentence.

Now, that he's forgotten about your vibrator, he's speeding up freely again. With each passing minute, your pillow gets more soaked from your desperate drooling; your pussy - more sore.

“I know all the things you like, don't I?”

The question follows with a strong slap landing on one of your jiggling cheeks.

“Hm?” His hand smacks you again as he wants to hear your muffled sounds agreeing with him before he cums all over you. “Isn't that right, sweetheart? Fuck— He can't fuck you like I can,” he spits out at once, though, he can't tell if you're comprehending any of his words anymore. “Nobody can.”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[altxts]

- Heartfelt Cooking

summary: “Not the kind of mess I was expecting”

- pairing: top!soobin x btm!beomgyu

content: nsfw, smut, rough kitchen sex, anal sex, dominant and big dick soobin, sub beomgyu, lots of fucking, food play??

- note: well this took ages to finish, forgot how “content” works lol, mdni.

"Hyung, can I ask you something?" Beomgyu's voice was timid, a stark contrast to the boisterous laughter echoing from the other members' dorm room. Soobin looked up from his book, a furrow of confusion etched into his brow. He was used to the younger member's boundless energy, not this tentative approach.

Soobin set his book down, leaning against the headboard of his bed. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the harsh daylight out. "What's up, Beomgyu?" he asked, his tone cold but gentle.

Beomgyu bit his bottom lip, his eyes darting around the room. "Well, I was wondering if you could help me with something." He paused, his cheeks flushing pink. "I'm trying to make dinner for everyone tonight, but I'm not really good at cooking," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Soobin raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "You want me to help you cook?" It was rare for any of the members to take charge in the kitchen, especially when it came to preparing a meal for the whole group. But the thought of spending some quality time with Beomgyu was didn’t sound too bad. "Alright, what's on the menu?"

Beomgyu's eyes lit up with relief. "I was thinking of making bulgogi," he said, his voice growing more confident. "But I don't know if I can handle the marinade."

Soobin nodded. "Sounds good to me." He pushed himself off the bed and stood up, stretching his long frame. "Let's go to the kitchen and see what we can whip up."

Beomgyu led the way, his heart pounding in his chest. As they entered the kitchen, the smell of garlic and soy sauce filled the air, remnants of past culinary attempts. Soobin grabbed an apron from the hook by the door and tossed it to Beomgyu, who caught it with a giggle. "Put this on," he said, tying his own apron around his waist. "We don't want you getting all messy."

Beomgyu obeyed, tying the apron strings into a neat bow at the back. As he turned around, Soobin reached out to grab the marinade ingredients from the fridge, accidentally brushing against Beomgyu's butt. The contact was fleeting, but electric. Beomgyu froze, his eyes going wide. Soobin pretended not to notice, focusing on the bottles of sauces before him. But inside, he felt his body respond to the unintentional touch. He hadn't realized how much he'd been craving such tension.

He cleared his throat and turned back to face Beomgyu, who was still standing there, frozen like a deer in headlights. Soobin took a step closer, their bodies almost touching. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Beomgyu nodded, his cheeks still flushed. "Yeah, I'm fine," he managed to say, though his voice trembled slightly. Soobin could see the question in his eyes, the silent plea for more. The air between them growing thick with anticipation.

Without warning, Soobin grabbed Beomgyu's wrist, pulling him closer. "Why don't you start by cutting the vegetables?" he murmured, his breath hot against Beomgyu's ear. Beomgyu nodded, his heart racing as he took the knife with a shaky hand. Soobin stepped in behind him, pressing his firm body against the smaller man's, his hands covering Beomgyu's as they guided the knife through the carrots and onions.

Their presence felt mutually intoxicating, and Beomgyu could feel Soobin's arousal growing. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but the heat from Soobin's body was making it difficult. Soobin leaned down, whispering instructions into his ear as he ground his hips into Beomgyu's backside. "Make sure they're all the same size," he breathed, his voice husky with desire. Beomgyu's breath hitched as he felt the hardness growing against his lower back.

Unable to resist any longer, Soobin spun Beomgyu around, pushing him against the counter. He claimed the younger man's lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep. Beomgyu melted into the embrace, his body responding instinctively. He wrapped his arms around Soobin's neck, pulling him closer.

Soobin's hands roamed down Beomgyu's body, slipping under the apron to grope his ass. He squeezed it firmly, eliciting a gasp from Beomgyu's lips. The fabric of their clothes was no barrier to the heat building between them. He untied Beomgyu's apron, letting it fall to the floor. Beomgyu's eyes never left Soobin's as he reached down to unbuckle the older man's belt.

The sound of the belt being unbuckled was like a gunshot in the quiet kitchen, echoing through the room. Soobin stepped back, his pants falling to his ankles, revealing his massive erection straining against his boxers. Beomgyu stared, his eyes wide with both fear and excitement. Soobin's hand slid down to cup Beomgyu's cheek, his thumb stroking the soft skin there. "You want this, don't you?" he growled, his eyes dark with lust.

Beomgyu nodded, unable to find his voice. He could feel his own cock twitch in his pants, desperate for Soobin's touch. Soobin leaned in and kissed him again, his teeth nipping at Beomgyu's bottom lip. He pushed Beomgyu down onto the counter, the cold surface sending a shiver through his body. He stepped in between Beomgyu's legs, his cock nudging at the younger man's stomach.

With a quick yank, Soobin pulled Beomgyu's pants down, exposing his plump ass. He groaned at the sight, his hand reaching out to caress the smooth skin. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Beomgyu whimpered, his face flushing with arousal.

Soobin stepped back, his cock now fully exposed, standing tall and proud. He took a moment to appreciate the way Beomgyu's eyes widened at the sight of it. It was massive. He slammed Beomgyu's legs apart and positioned himself at the entrance of his tight, pink hole.

With a smirk, Soobin grabbed the bottle of oil they'd planned to use for the bulgogi and drizzled a generous amount onto Beomgyu's ass. The younger boy squirmed at the cold sensation, his cheeks pressing into the counter. Soobin chuckled, his own excitement growing. He rubbed the oil into the soft skin, making sure every inch was coated. His finger hovered at the entrance, and with a swift motion, he pushed it in, making Beomgyu gasp.

"You're so tight, baby," Soobin murmured, his voice a mix of praise and a challenge. Beomgyu moaned, his body quivering with anticipation. Soobin added another finger, stretching him gently but insistently. Beomgyu's nails dug into the countertop as he tried to adjust to the sensation. "You're going to take all of me," Soobin said, his voice a dark promise.

Beomgyu could only nod, his eyes screwed shut, his breath coming in short gasps. He felt Soobin's thumb circling his hole, and he cried out, his hips bucking against the intrusion. "Hyung, please," he begged, his voice needy.

Soobin's grin was wicked as he finally lined up the head of his cock with Beomgyu's hole. "Please what?" he demanded, his voice a low growl.

"Please, hyung," Beomgyu whimpered, his voice shaking with need. "Please fuck me."

Soobin's chuckle was low and dark as he lined up his cock, the tip pressing against the tight ring of muscle. "As you wish," he murmured, and with one swift thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Beomgyu's scream was muffled by the palm Soobin had clamped over his mouth, his body arching off the counter as he was filled completely.

"That's it," Soobin whispered, his voice a sinful caress in Beomgyu's ear. "Take it all baby..." He began to move, his hips snapping back and forth in a rough rhythm that made the kitchen table shake. Beomgyu's eyes watered with the pain, but he could feel the beginnings of pleasure unfurling within him. Soobin's grip on his waist was bruising, his thrusts deep and unyielding.

"You're mine," Soobin said, his voice harsh with desire. "Mine to fuck whenever I want." Beomgyu moaned in response, his body already betraying him, his walls clenching around the thick intrusion. Soobin's hand slid down to grip Beomgyu's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a seductive whisper. "You like it when your hyung takes control, hm?"

Beomgyu's eyes rolled back in his head as Soobin hit his prostate, the sensation overwhelming. He nodded frantically, his voice lost in a symphony of moans and whimpers. Soobin's strokes grew faster, his grip tightening, as he pushed Beomgyu closer and closer to the edge. The kitchen was a cacophony of sounds: the slap of flesh against flesh, the squelch of Soobin's cock sliding in and out of Beomgyu's tight ass, and their mingled gasps for air.

"Look at me," Soobin demanded, his hand releasing Beomgyu's mouth. The younger boy's eyes snapped open, his pupils blown with lust as he stared up at Soobin. The older man's face was flushed, his eyes hooded with desire, and his teeth gritted with the effort of holding back. "You're going to come for me," Soobin murmured, his voice thick with dominance. "You're going to scream my fucking name."

Beomgyu's hips rolled back, taking Soobin deeper, his body desperate for the release it knew was coming. The muscular top leaned in closer, his cock pistoning in and out of Beomgyu's ass. "Hyung," Beomgyu moaned, his voice a sweet, keening sound that sent shockwaves through Soobin's body. "I'm going to come," he warned, his voice high and tight.

Soobin's hand tightened on Beomgyu's cock, his strokes quickening. "Do it," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Come for me. Show me how much you love your hyung's cock." The words were a catalyst, and with a strangled cry, Beomgyu's body convulsed, spilling hot ropes of cum across the counter. The sight was almost too much for Soobin to handle, his own orgasm barreling down on him like a freight train.

He pulled out abruptly, tearing a gasp from Beomgyu's throat. Before the younger member could recover, Soobin turned him around, pushing him onto all fours. He grabbed Beomgyu's hips, pulling him back onto his still-hard cock. The feeling of Beomgyu's warm, sticky cum coating his length only served to drive Soobin wilder. "You're such a good boy," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "Now let me show you how much I appreciate it."

Beomgyu's eyes rolled back as Soobin began to pound into him from behind, his hands gripping the counter for dear life. The older man's grip on his hips was unyielding, his thrusts deep and rough. Each time Soobin hit his prostate, Beomgyu's body jolted with pleasure, his knees sliding on the slick countertop. "Your ass is so tight," Soobin groaned, his voice a dark symphony of lust. "So perfect for my big cock."

The kitchen was their personal playground now, the scent of arousal mingling with the faint smell of marinade. Beomgyu could feel Soobin's cock swelling even more, stretching him to his limits. The pain was delicious, a thrilling reminder of who was in charge. "That's it," Soobin encouraged, his breath hot and ragged in Beomgyu's ear. "Take it all. You love it, don't you? You love your hyung's cock."

Beomgyu's response was a garbled moan, his words lost in the haze of pleasure. He felt Soobin's thumb dig into the flesh of his hip as the other hand slapped his ass, the sound echoing in the small space. "Look at this jiggly ass," Soobin growled, giving it a firm squeeze. "So perfect. So tempting." Each slap was followed by a deep, punishing thrust, pushing Beomgyu closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

The younger boy's body was a canvas of sensation, Soobin's touch painting a masterpiece of desire and submission. He arched his back, pushing back against his hyung's cock, eager for more. "Please, hyung," he begged, his voice barely recognizable. "Don't stop." His words were a siren's song, urging Soobin onward.

Soobin's grip on Beomgyu's hips tightened, his thrusts growing more forceful. He reveled in the younger man's vulnerability, his own pleasure skyrocketing. "You want more, baby?" he taunted, his voice a dark melody. "You want me to fill you up?" Beomgyu nodded frantically, his cheek pressing against the cold counter.

With a feral grin, Soobin pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, making Beomgyu's body quiver. The younger man's eyes squeezed shut, and a scream tore from his throat. "Hyung!" he cried out, the word a desperate plea. Soobin felt his own orgasm approaching, his cock swelling even more. He quickened his pace, his hips slapping against Beomgyu's ass with each powerful thrust.

Beomgyu's moans grew louder, his body moving in sync with Soobin's. He felt so full, so claimed by the man he'd longed for. He could feel Soobin's cock thickening, the veins bulging, and knew he was close. The pressure built inside him, a coil of ecstasy tightening in his stomach. "Hyung, hyung," he chanted, his voice breaking on the word.

Soobin's thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing ragged. He leaned over Beomgyu, his hands gripping the counter on either side of the younger man's body. His eyes bore into Beomgyu's, the intensity of his gaze almost too much to handle. "You're mine," he growled, his teeth clenched. "Say it."

Beomgyu's voice was a desperate whine. "Y-yes, hyung." His body was a livewire, each nerve ending singing with pleasure. "I'm yours."

Soobin's smile was one of pure triumph as he heard the words fall from Beomgyu's lips. With one final, brutal thrust, he reached his peak, flooding Beomgyu's insides with his hot, sticky seed. The younger man screamed, the sound raw and unfiltered, echoing through the kitchen as his body clenched around Soobin's cock. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat of Soobin's cum filling him up.

Soobin leaned over, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes never leaving Beomgyu's. He watched the younger man's face contort with pleasure, his cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over. Beomgyu's mouth was open in a silent "O," his body trembling with the aftershocks of his climax. "Such a good boy," Soobin murmured, his voice filled with pride.

Gently, Soobin withdrew, the absence of his cock leaving Beomgyu feeling both empty and relieved. He slumped onto the counter, his legs shaking, as Soobin turned him around to face him. The older member's expression softened as he took in the sight of Beomgyu's flushed face and the sheen of sweat that coated his body. He reached out, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from Beomgyu's cheek. "You okay?" he asked, his voice tender.

Beomgyu nodded, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Yeah," he managed to croak out, his voice hoarse from his cries. Soobin pulled him into a warm embrace, cradling his head against his broad chest. Beomgyu could feel the rapid beat of Soobin's heart, a comforting rhythm that helped to soothe his own racing pulse.

The two of them stood there for a moment, panting and sweaty, their bodies sticky from their exertion. Soobin reached for the apron that had fallen to the floor, using it to clean them both up. He was careful not to be too rough, his touch gentle and soothing as he wiped the sweat from Beomgyu's forehead and the cum from his chin. Beomgyu's legs felt like jelly, but he was content to lean into Soobin's embrace, his body still trembling with the aftermath of their intense encounter.

Once they were both cleaned up, Soobin pulled Beomgyu to his feet, his hands lingering on the younger man's hips. "Not the kind of mess I was expecting" he joked, his voice a low rumble that made Beomgyu's stomach flip. The submissive boy nodded, a small smile playing on his lips as he slid off the counter. The kitchen was a mess, ingredients scattered across the counter and a fine mist of oil coating the surface.

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wc ::: drabble length sharinote ::: contains dumbification and some other stuff! unprotected sex as well as mirror sex… also pet names (SLIGHT daddy kink… im so sorry) and overstimulation + squirting and maybs a little roughness. this isn’t proofread grrr :(

[porn no plot] just your boyfriend fucking you dumb and making you squirt 👻

'dumb baby...' your boyfriend relentlessly fucked into you from behind — his breath hot and fanning against you neck, fueling to the fire that was your arousal.

the mirror in front of you was just as foggy as your brain — your eyes clouded, and rolled back as you babbled incoherently. 'mmm...' a soft groan fell bubbling from between your lips.

'you're drooling everywhere, sweet girl...’ your boyfriend’s rough thrusts coming to a slow halt as his hands snaked around your body. ‘here… give daddy your chin, sweetheart.' his long slender fingers came crawling between the valley of your breasts and past your neck to firmly grip you cheeks.

'look at you, sweetheart. so, so pretty.' as he forced your face up and out of the sheets his lips met your own in a sloppy wet kiss — one filled with passion and desire. once more, his hips forcefully slammed against your ass — red from the friction as he buried himself deep within your sopping cunt.

'good girl...' his hand groped the swell of your breasts. as you were overwhelmed with pleasure, you could feel yourself slipping away. what you’d assumed to be your third, maybe fourth orgasm crept up on you. 'aht aht...’ he tutted in your ear. ‘want you to look... watch it, pretty girl.'

you could feel him roughly repositioning your face yet again to stare into your reflection.

he trailed kisses along your neck, chuckling warmly as he saw your eyes snap open in awe at the scene before you: your thighs littered in hickeys your lips puffy and swollen and your whole body quivering in absolute bliss.

'ah! s'too much... s'so deep!' you squirmed. he pressed on the bulge poking out from your lower abdomen. 'too deep? m'only right here... how about this?' harder. deeper. you suddenly hit the mattress, his grip on your waist faltering as he fucked into you with even more dedication... slamming you down and splitting you open for the umpteenth time on his cock... he continued bullying himself cozily into your cunt as he drilled further, and further within you velvety wet walls. ‘ffuck… always so tight aren’t you, baby?’

'ahw fuck, fuck mh!' gasping, your fingers knotted up in the sheets as you moaned uncontrollably… back arching far into the bed before he lifted you up yet again — his tip practically kissing your cervix.

‘shit! w-wait…’ the knot in your stomach began to wrap itself up. waves of pleasure threatening to fall and crash over you if he continued — which he did.

it only took a few more thrusts — each drag of his cock soothing your high as you’d finally came.

sharp thrust after sharp thrust… you took note of how he carefully overstimulated you. harshly rubbing your clit even after your orgasm. ‘shit! a-already… fuck… I already came.’ you pout, whining. ‘I know, just hold on, baby… need one more thing from you.’

‘unghhh!’ the male had lifted you up once more… your reflection not your own as you appeared completely ruined. ‘how’s it feel hm?’ your sore core ached — burning hot as you cried, leaning into his neck. ‘don’t hide.’

‘feels like im ‘gonna pee…’ you mumbled beneath your breath. he nodded. ‘good girl, let go f’me.’

another knot came forming in your tummy…

‘w-wait! ohmygodohmygod..!’ and clear liquid shot from between you legs. drenching the sheets and you and your boyfriend's thighs.

the two of you breathed heavily collapsing onto one another as he kissed your forehead. ‘angel girl…’ he purred. ‘did so good for me yeah?’

lee heuseng: yang jungwon: choi soobin: kang taehyun: jeong yunho: choi san: taesan: leehan: park gunwook: suh johnny: lee jeno: whoever else your little heart desires 🤍

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DISTRACTION

SUMMARY: staying over at your best friend’s apartment was nothing new to you- but when an unexpected thunderstorm strikes, soobin comforts you in his own way.

soobin x fem!reader

WARNINGS: reader is scared of thunder, slight panic attack, soobin has a mirror on his ceiling, dom!soobin, sub!reader, dry humping, fingering, oral (f rec.), overstimulation, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, mirror sex, slight exhibitionism (hueningkai is still in the apartment)

wc: 9.1k

notes! this was my friend’s idea (@bluetyunhour) originally that she came up with for me since i have a fear of thunder.. this is also barely proofread,,, sorry!

you sighed quietly as you knocked on the door. your muscles were aching, and you swore you could feel your head beginning to pound. the door opened slowly, revealing a sweat-clad hueningkai standing on the other side.

“y/n!” he opened the door more, allowing you to walk inside. you shot him a tight lipped smile, walking over to the couch and letting your bag drop.

“where is everyone?” you ask, stretching your hands above your head.

“yeonjun’s out. soobin’s in his room,” he replied, walking over to the couch before plopping down. you nodded and thanked him before heading off to soobin’s room.

opening the door quietly, you were met with a relatively dark room, mostly lit up by the colors emanating from soobin’s pc.

“soobin?” you poked your head through the door, watching as he looked up from his game, a smile growing on his face the second he recognized you.

“hey.”

“hi,” you stepped inside, shutting the door behind you.

“how was school?” he paused his game, his full attention on you for the time being.

“so tiring. i need to relax,” you sighed, the pounding in your head finally becoming noticeable.

soobin stared at you for a second before chuckling lightly.

“you can take a nap in my bed,” soobin spoke, “i’m gaming with beomgyu, but i’ll try and be quiet.”

the exhaustion in your eyes was evident, and you took him up on his offer happily, practically ready to just sleep on the ground at that point.

“oh, wait,” he stood up quickly, heading over to his tv to turn it on, “is jujutsu kaisen okay with you?”

you laughed quietly, getting situated under his covers, “i’m gonna be sleeping through it. put whatever on, soob.”

“whatever you say,” he smiled, walking back to his pc, “sleep well.”

you hummed in response, turning over to your side as you snuggled up, letting your eyes flutter shut as sleep began to envelop you.

you were grateful for this tradition. getting to hang out with your best friends after a long day of school. it didn’t matter if everyone was busy, just being able to be around them and enjoy each other’s company was enough for you.

you had to admit, ever since you started working along with going to college it got much harder to hang out, but you would always find ways to hang out with them multiple times a week, sometimes crashing on the couch overnight before leaving early for class the next day.

while you slowly lost consciousness, you listened to jujutsu kaisen playing quietly in the back, and the sounds of soobin tapping his keyboard as he talked with beomgyu quietly.

-

you woke up a good hour and a half later, feeling a bit more well rested.

you slowly sat up in bed, stretching your arms above your head as your eyes focused on soobin across from you.

all you could see from where you sat was the back of his head, and sometimes a glimpse of his side profile if he turned his head a bit.

you were pretty bored at this point, not knowing what else to do and deciding you wanted to spend time with your best friend.

soobin wouldn’t mind if you asked him to hang out, right?

you slowly crawled to the edge of the bed, calling out his name quietly.

“soobin.”

he didn’t hear, too engrossed with his game as he continued talking to beomgyu and hitting keys on his keyboard.

you reached your hand out to tap his shoulder lightly, “soobin.”

he jumped slightly at the action, pausing his game to turn around and look at you, slowly removing his headphones as he gave you an expectant look.

“what’s up?” he asked, fluffing his hair with one hand.

you cleared your throat, your eyes flickering across soobin’s face, suddenly aware of how attractive he really was. you blushed slightly, trying to not let it show how much of an effect he had on you. something about his hair in the dim light was getting to you.

“i was just, uhm.. bored,” you spoke quietly, now feeling embarrassed for pulling him out of his game to cater to your needs.

his face softened a bit, looking at his game before looking back at you, “you wanna hang out?”

“only if you want,” you sat back on your heels, trying not to look too desperate, but you were really bored and fiending for some attention at this point. and your eyes might have kept wandering to soobin’s lips a bit too much, or maybe it was you following his hand with your eyes as he brushed back his hair.

what you didn’t know was that he noticed everything, every little glimpse and action. he knew you were into him. but he wasn’t going to point that out.

“i would, but me and beomgyu still have a few hours of gaming left,” he responded with an apologetic look, trying to ignore the way your face visibly dropped at his sentence.

“how many?”

“like, uh, three,” he said, an embarrassed look on his face. you glanced at the clock to see it was already 10pm.

“oh, okay,” you responded, slowly beginning to scoot yourself back on the bed, “i’ll just go back to sleep.”

“you sure?” he turned around more, reaching for the tv remote, presumably ready to give it to you.

“yeah, i’m sure. don’t worry about it, i’m still tired anyway,” you yawned, lying back down and turning on your side, “i’ll talk to you later. night, soob.”

he hummed out a goodnight in response, before putting his headphones back on and turning around.

you were disappointed, you weren’t even going to lie. were you less important than the game to him? soobin would usually drop whatever he was doing to hang out with you when you came over, so of course you felt a bit discouraged right now.

but a part of you felt guilty for wanting his attention all to yourself. he was just trying to talk to beomgyu, and they deserve that without you whining. you decided to not ponder on it too much, and honestly soobin’s sheets were too comfortable for you to stay awake any longer. your thoughts became muddled as you once again let your eyes shut and went to sleep.

-

you woke up to the smell of ramen invading your nostrils. you really thought you were imagining things at first until you realized the smell was in fact right next to you.

you opened your eyes to see a large bowl of ramen, and a plate of kimchi sitting next to it. you smiled brightly as you took in the smell more, letting the comforting smell warm you up.

your mouth was watering as you took the first bite, letting out an audible hum and savoring the taste.

you figured soobin had to have made it at some point while you were asleep, looking up to see him taking a sip from his drink, head thrown back as he was close to finishing the bottle.

your eyes flickered to his adam’s apple, maybe staring for a bit longer than you needed to.

you silently thanked him in your head, not wanting to disrupt his gaming anymore, before taking another bite of the yummy dinner.

you didn’t even know if it could be called dinner anymore considering it was 11pm, but you were hungry.

you got lost in thought, eyes focusing in on soobin’s hands moving quickly across the keys, letting your gaze move to his head, watching his side profile become illuminated by his pc when he turned his head slightly.

it was eerily quiet in the room. soobin had turned the tv off at some point, the only light source in his room being his pc.

once again, your eyes dropped to his hands. long, skinny fingers hitting the keys quickly, sliding all over the keyboard as he typed a message out. a part of you felt bad for staring, but what could you say? soobin was attractive. anyone could see it.

you were lucky enough to call him your best friend, but there were certain points you wished you could be able to call him more.

small taps broke you out of your daydreaming, looking out the window to your left to see rain hitting the glass.

well, that’s amazing.

you didn’t remember seeing that it was gonna rain at all, and it was picking up pretty quickly, the soft taps on the window turning into fat droplets pelting the glass.

you grabbed your phone off the bedside table, opening the weather app only to see that it was going to be raining for the next few days.

and not just raining. storming. there was supposed to be thunder, lighting, and flash floods. you quickly accepted the fact you weren’t going home tonight, and if it was going to be storming like they were predicting you probably weren’t going to be leaving the apartment until it was over.

you slowly put your phone back down, going back to slowly eating your food, this time deciding to take a small bite out of the kimchi lying next to your ramen.

your attention was taken away from the food when you heard soobin shuffling in his seat.

he had turned around to look at you, seeming surprised you were awake.

“you’re up?”

“yeah, uhm, i just woke up like five minutes ago,” you responded, taking another bite of kimchi, “thanks for the food.”

he smiled, “it’s no problem, i felt bad for not being able to hang out. beomgyu just really wants to play games tonight since he’s not free any other day.”

“no, don’t worry about it, it’s fine,” you were still slightly disappointed, but you weren’t going to let that show.

“also, it’s supposed to be raining for the rest of the night, i guess it’s gonna storm pretty bad,” you added.

soobin turned to look out the window, nodding at the sight, “well, you can sleep in here then, it’s gonna be too cold on the couch.”

you shook your head softly. the couch was already pretty cold on normal nights, so you didn’t even want to imagine how cold it was going to be if you slept on it tonight. you were glad soobin was offering up his bed, but that meant he was going to be cold.

“i don’t want you sleeping on the couch either,” you spoke quietly.

he tilted his head at you, lips pouting a bit, “who said i was sleeping on the couch?”

oh.

oh.

your lips parted into a small ‘o’ as you processed his words, just nodding at him. you were totally fine. you could do this! sharing a bed with soobin? your best friend? no big deal. you looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers as you bit your lip, trying to ignore the feeling of soobin’s eyes on you.

soobin watched you for a bit, waiting for your reply which never came. he slowly turned around and went back to his game, unpausing it to join beomgyu again.

you picked up your phone once again, confirming to yourself that it was going to be storming. you put your phone down, deciding the best thing to do at this point was sleep, you hated storms, you didn’t wanna have to deal with them and considering you left your headphones at your house you had nothing to help you.

slowly climbing out of bed, you trudged over to soobin, watching the small smile on his face as he chuckled at something beomgyu said. you tapped him on his shoulder lightly and he turned to look at you quickly, telling beomgyu to hold on a second.

“yes?” he asked, taking in the tired look in your eyes.

“i’m gonna go to sleep, just wanted to let you know,” you answered, giving him a small smile before heading back to the bed.

“goodnight, sleep well,” was all he said in response before turning back to his game.

as you climbed under the covers you couldn’t help but feel even more disappointed at the fact soobin was once again choosing his game over you.

what you didn’t know was that soobin felt terrible and he wanted more than anything to spend time with you. if you had come on any other day, it would’ve been perfectly fine. but him and beomgyu haven’t been able to hang out like this in weeks and he wanted to be able to spend time with his other best friend too. with the screen going black on his pc in between levels, he saw your pouty frame sitting in bed and holding onto his bunny plushie, before sighing and finally lying down.

he slowly lifted one of his headphones off of one of his ears, just barely enough so he could hear the outside noise well. just in case you needed anything, he would be able to hear clearly.

you were getting more comfortable in soobin’s sheets, nearly on the edge of passing out. sleep was starting to reach out for you, ready to envelope you in it’s soft embrace, lulling you off into dreamland. you snuggled your face further into soobin’s pillow, consciousness slipping further away from you- then a strike of thunder.

a loud gasp tore itself from your throat as you shot upright, gripping onto the sheets beside you as you tried to catch your breath. almost as fast as you shot up, soobin was spinning around in his chair to see your shaking frame.

“y/n? are you okay? what happened?” he questioned, staring at you with wide eyes.

“nothing, nothing,” your voice shook as you answered, “just a bad dream.”

you weren’t entirely sure if he believed you, he didn’t say anything for a couple seconds and just stared at you, and all you could do was hope another boom of thunder didn’t reverberate through the sky.

“are you sure?” he pressed further.

“i’m fine, soobin. don’t worry about me,” you smiled, a tight-lipped smile that didn’t reach your eyes, but it was enough for soobin to nod at you and turn back around towards his game, still being sure to keep one headphone off of his ear.

letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you slowly situated yourself back under the covers, trying to calm your breathing while snuggling further into soobin’s covers.

another boom or thunder shook the sky, your eyes scrunching shut as you held on tighter to soobin’s blanket, trying to ignore the loud noises. every time you were calming down more, another loud boom would follow, the sound filling your eardrums and causing panic to rise within you.

your knuckles were turning white from the hold you had on the sheets, feeling tears well up in your eyes as your breathing quickened. you just wanted the noise to stop. you hatred thunder.

ever since you were a little kid, you had memories of hiding under tables to get away from the thunder, letting out loud, wailing sobs as you clung onto your mom after she dragged you out, crying that you were scared of the loud noises in the sky. it was a fear that never truly went away, always sure to carry headphones with you if you knew it was going to rain so you could pop them in if thunder started and block the noises out of your mind. that however, wasn’t working today.

a small tear escaped your eye, followed by many more. you were trying to remain quiet, trying to calm your breathing which wasn’t really doing much, trying to push the fear out of your mind. small sniffles could be heard from you, burying your head further into soobin’s sheets, doing anything to drown out the noise.

you jumped at the feeling of a hand gently placing itself over yours, their thumb caressing your knuckles lightly. opening your eyes softly, soobin was kneeling next to the bed, concerned eyes looking into your teary eyes.

“are you scared of the thunder?” he spoke, glancing out the window before turning back to you.

you shook your head, staring at him, “no.”

“you’re scared of the thunder,” he replied.

“no, i’m not-” you tried to refute, but a crash of thunder sounded, your body tensing at the sound.

soobin stared at you for a bit with a solemn look on his face, his hand coming up to your face to wipe away your falling tears. you tried to ignore the way your breath hitched, and how your eyes widened slightly.

he stood up abruptly, startling you slightly, “come with me,” he spoke, holding out his hand for you to take.

your eyebrows furrowed slightly, but you knew you could trust him. you raised your hand slowly and grabbed onto his as you flung your legs over the edge of the bed, pushing yourself off to stand up.

you let him guide you over to his computer, his hands dropping to your waist to maneuver you to sit in his chair, giving you a small smile before he grabbed his headset.

“hey, beomgyu, y/n is gonna play with us for a bit. she’s taking my spot,” he explained into the microphone, and you heard a muffled response from the other side, not being able to make out what beomgyu was saying.

he pulled the headset off of his head, placing it over your ears and motioning for you to speak.

“hi,” you stammered, your hands resting on the edge of soobin’s desk, not wanting to mess up anything.

“hey y/n! i was getting sick of playing with that loser, i’m glad you’re here,” beomgyu responded, and you couldn’t help the abrupt laugh that slipped past your lips, lifting your head to look at soobin with a smile.

“what?” soobin asked with a confused look on his face, “is he talking shit about me?”

you shook your head, looking back down towards the screen, “well, i’m really bad at gaming. i wouldn’t get too happy. what even is this game?”

“we’re basically connected by a rope, and we have to work together to get the key that leads you to the next level. it’s mostly teamwork,” he explained while you nodded along to his words, forgetting he couldn’t see you.

“okay, i can do this. that sounds easy enough,” you smiled, your voice more determined as you placed your hands on the keyboard, looking up to soobin to make sure you were using the correct keys. he nodded, and you looked back down, ready to start.

you started walking forward, beomgyu’s character moving with yours, beomgyu going to jump while you fell, dragging both of your characters down.

you sucked in some air, your face scrunching up, “sorry! i didn’t mean to do that.”

you heard beomgyu’s muffled laugh on the other side, “you’re fine. not everyone can be an amazing gamer like i am.”

a soft giggle escaped your lips, shaking your head as you played along with an exaggerated tone to your voice, “oh, right, i’m so sorry. i’ll get it right next time.”

you lied. you had tried six more times, and the same exact thing happened every time. you were starting to feel more embarrassed and you could tell beomgyu was getting slightly restless.

you weren’t on time with beomgyu, you would jump too early and he would fall, or you would jump too late and he would fall. you looked down with an embarrassed look as a sigh left your lips.

“i’m sorry, beomgyu. i told you i wasn’t good at this,” you muttered, your hands coming up to cover your face.

“it’s okay, we’ve got this,” he reassured you, sensing how nervous you were starting to get.

“here,” soobin chimed in from behind you, his hands reaching around you to grab your wrists lightly, “put your hands on the keys.”

you nodded, lowering your hands to place them on the keyboard again, situating yourself in a more upright position.

you felt soobin place his fingers on top of yours, his warm touch sending a shiver up your arms. you sucked in a breath, one you were sure both beomgyu and soobin heard. you clenched your eyes shut for a second in embarrassment and wished soobin didn’t have this much of an effect on you.

“i’ll help you,” he whispered, leaning down so his head was next to yours. if you weren’t wearing the headset he would’ve been whispering directly into your ear. you pushed away the lustful thoughts that filled your brain, clearing your throat and nodding at his words.

“okay..” you squeaked, your voice small. this was humiliating.

“soobin’s gonna help me, beomgyu,” you informed him, soobin guiding your hand to click the restart button on the level, the screen flashing as you two were once again at the starting point.

“i heard him, don’t worry,” he spoke, and you smiled slightly. soobin’s hands pressed down on your fingers, guiding your character to move, quickly getting through the part you were struggling with before.

“not so hard, was it?” he asked so quietly, it was almost a whisper. you turned your head to the side slightly, your breath coming out shaky when you realized how close your faces were.

you nodded slowly, his eyes meeting yours with a small smile, “yeah..”

getting through the levels after that was easy, and you had gotten accustomed to the feeling of soobin being so close to you. you were bickering with beomgyu, the two of you talking about everything while you went through the levels, with the occasional jab towards soobin beomgyu would make.

you would laugh every time, soobin simply shaking his head. he was close enough to your ear to hear what beomgyu was saying, responding to the insults and listening to the way beomgyu would get quiet before bursting out with a laugh, not knowing soobin had heard him.

you had completely forgotten about the storm at this point, too caught up in the game as the levels got harder and harder. to be fair, you were barely doing any work. but it was still fun to at least be playing a part in it.

“okay, we have to lock in. this level is gonna be hard,” beomgyu said, and you heard him take a deep breath as you looked at the screen in front of you.

it definitely didn’t look easy.

“soobin, better work hard-“ beomgyu began to tease, his voice cutting out as soobin’s computer shut off, leaving the room pitch black. your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at the screen, turning to face soobin with a concerned look.

he mirrored your expression, turning to look at the screen, “uh.. let me..”

he bent down, checking the plugs and clicking the keyboard a couple times, a slight hum leaving him.

“i don’t know what happened, everything is still connected,” he mumbled, standing back up to look down at you.

a loud knock on the door caused you to jump slightly, soobin turning around to look.

“yeah?,” he called, waiting for a reply.

“the power went out!” hueningkai called from the other side, and soobin turned to look back at you, the computer turning off suddenly making a lot more sense.

“oh, makes sense,” he responded, reaching down to pull the headphones off of your ears and place them on the table next to you. the two of you shared an embarrassed look, both wondering why you didn’t think of that at first.

“hey, where’s y/n? i haven’t seen her,” hueningkai continued. you looked up at soobin with a small smile, a soft giggle leaving you.

“she’s in here. she’s staying with me tonight,” he responded, smiling back at you.

“oh,” he mumbled, a pause before his next words, “okay. goodnight.”

“goodnight,” the two of you called back, listening as hueningkai’s footsteps descended from the door. silence surrounding the two of you once again.

it was hard to see soobin at all. the room was pitch black, and he looked like a silhouette in front of you, nothing more.

“i’m gonna go get some candles,” he blurted, breaking the silence and beginning to make a move for the door.

your hand moved before you could think too much about it, grabbing onto his wrist and stopping him from going any further. well, let’s be honest, you weren’t stopping him at all. he could’ve kept walking if he wanted to. but he stopped for you.

“don’t go,” you whispered, your grip on his wrist loosening as you lowered your hand back down into your lap, beats of silence passing as you waited for his response.

he hummed quietly, turning back towards you, “okay.”

he was standing so close to you, looking down at you, and from the proximity you could make out his eyes, a sly smile playing on his lips as he spoke, “you’re really dependent on me, aren’t you?”

you rolled your eyes playfully, a laugh leaving you, “shut up.”

he did, surprisingly. he tilted his head to the side, almost observing you. a loud crash of thunder filled the room with noise, your eyes clenching shut as your body went rigid.

“soobin,” you squeaked out, not even realizing his name had left your lips as you looked up at him, panic flashing across your face.

you felt your eyes grow watery, a pout forming on your lips as you met his eyes. he looked like he was once again trying to figure out what to do. he couldn’t distract you with technology this time, he couldn’t block out the noise for you. a small tear slipped down your face, a broken whimper leaving your lips as more thunder sounded throughout the quiet room. you couldn’t even be embarrassed about crying over thunder at this point. you were so overwhelmed.

soobin’s hands reached under your legs, pulling them towards him, before reaching his arms behind your chest and lifting you up, holding you bridal style.

a small part of your mind flickered to how strong he was, how easily he was able to pick you up and how easily he was able to carry you.

he shuffled over to the bed, lighting tossing your body down as you landed with a quiet “oomph”. your eyes flickered down towards him, trying to make out where he was in the darkness.

you saw him lift one leg up onto the bed, leaning his upper body over you as he held eye contact with you, not saying anything, just watching how you reacted to him.

he slowly began to crawl up your body, the only noise being your shaky breaths and the rain hitting the window. shivers erupted across your body as you felt him get higher.

what the fuck is he doing? you thought to yourself, your eyebrows scrunching up in confusion as you watched him.

he was so close now, leaning right over your face. a lightning strike lit up the room, your eyes meeting soobin’s more clearly. there was desire evident in his eyes, your mind going haywire. you had to have been imagining that, right? there’s no way.

he leaned down very slightly, his voice quiet and breathy as he spoke, “do you want me to help you?”

a small gasp slipped past your lips, your eyes wide. you couldn’t say anything. the words wouldn’t leave your mouth. this was not happening. this was not reality.

he leaned down, his face so, so close to yours, before he moved his head towards your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he continued, “use your words. yes or no.”

a shiver ran down your spine, a shaky breath leaving your lips as your body finally forced the words out, “yes. please.”

you felt him smile against your ear, lifting his head once again so he was hovering over you. he reached one hand out to wipe the still-wet tears on your face, his thumb then trailing down to your lips and pulling your bottom lip down before letting it slap back into place.

god, he was so hot. you sucked in a breath of air at the action, your eyes locked on his as began to lean down.

it was soft. his lips were so soft, slowly moving against your own as he titled your head up slightly to access your mouth better. a soft whine slipped past your lips, your hands coming up to wrap around his shoulders.

he pulled away, looking into your eyes. this was your best friend. you were kissing your best friend. your hands slid up to his hair, tangling themselves in his roots and tugging slightly, hearing him suck in a breath of air before his lips were back against yours.

his tongue prodded lightly at your bottom lip, and you obliged easily, opening your mouth to let him in. he was so gentle with his kisses, but they were all-consuming at the same time. his hand that was on your jaw moved down your body, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt before he pushed his hand under slowly.

a gasp left your lips at the feeling of his cold hand on your warm stomach, his large hand splayed out on your abdomen. he wasn’t moving it, just holding it there, like he was waiting for you to tell him to stop. like he wanted you to tell him this was a bad idea.

you didn’t. you would never. fuck, you’ve wanted him for so long, you weren’t going to cut things off now.

his mouth was pushing harder against yours, his kisses getting slightly more rough. your thighs rubbed together while your fingers found themselves tugging at his hair once again. you felt him smirk against your lips, his hand finally beginning to inch up your abdomen.

another crash of thunder. your lips stuttered against his, the grip you had on his hair loosening at the sound. you were so enthralled, you had forgotten why you two started making out in the first place.

he pulled away from you slightly, just enough so he could speak, your lips still brushing each other so very lightly.

“focus on me. not the thunder. i’m right here,” he mumbled, placing a soft kiss to your lips before moving down to your neck.

you only nodded at his words. you felt like you were in a dream at this point. his lips softly kissed at your neck, nipping slightly in certain spots before he made sure to run his tongue over the spot, pressing a small kiss before moving on to another spot.

you rolled your head back against the sheets, giving him all the access he needed as a quiet moan slipped past your lips. a fleeting thought of how you would explain this to hueningkai in the morning popped into your mind but you decided that was a problem for tomorrow.

you felt his fingers reach the bottom of your bra before stopping and tapping your skin lightly. you guessed he was asking if it was okay to keep going further.

“yes,” you spoke, your voice breathy and sounding foreign to yourself. he hadn’t even done anything to you yet. his hand moved up higher, cupping your bra-covered breast in his hand and giving it a light squeeze.

a moan slipped past your lips before you shut your mouth quickly. you had forgotten you weren’t alone for a second. you felt him laugh against your neck, his breath tickling you and the sound so soft. he sat up, the hand that was holding himself up moving to the bottom of your shirt.

“can i take this off?,” his voice was quiet, but it wasn’t nervous. no, he sounded confident. it only turned you on more, a whine slipping past your lips as you nodded your head, arching your back slightly to make it easier for him.

he pulled your shirt over your head quickly, tossing it to a random corner in the room before he was leaving down, his lips latching on to your chest. you sucked in a breath at the action.

“soobin,” you whispered quietly, your voice shaky and ridden with need. you didn’t know where to put your hands, they were going from his shoulder, to his hair, to his biceps.

his hand snaked under your back and you lifted yourself off the bed as best you could as he undid your bra. you tried not to let the fact that he did it effortlessly with one hand linger for too long in your mind. he slid your bra off your body slowly, before leaning back down to press a kiss on your now exposed breast, his other hand coming up to play with the other one. his lips latched onto your nipple, lolling his tongue over the pebbled skin and you swore you were going to go insane.

gasps and whines were leaving your lips as he continued to pleasure both of ur breasts, humming against your exposed flesh. he pulled away just slightly, his hand continuing to squeeze and caress your other breast as he mumbled, “you’re so pretty, fuck.”

“more,” you whimpered out, any proper responses long gone from your mind at this point. your hands clawed at his shirt as best you could, trying to pull it over his head. he got the memo, sitting up and tugging the offensive piece of clothing off of him, your eyes taking in his now exposed chest.

it wasn’t something you hadn’t seen before- no, you had seen him shirtless hundreds of times. this felt different. so, so different.

he leaned back down, trailing kisses down your torso while his hands roamed before finally setting on the hem of your sweats, “lift for me.”

you pushed your hips off the bed slightly, giving him access to pull your sweats and panties down slowly. you heard a small gasp escape his lips, your legs pushing together out of instinct, “you’re soaking, y/n, fuck.”

he hummed, shaking his head before pulling your legs apart, “don’t hide from me.” you whined softly as your head lolled to the side, embarrassment flooding through you. you shouldn’t be embarrassed, really. but nerves were still coursing through your body, your eyes clenching shut.

“hey.” his hands rubbed your thighs lightly, pulling your attention back to him, “why are you so nervous?”

you didn’t say anything for a bit, pursing your lips as you thought of a response. “you make me nervous,” you finally mumbled out, looking down at him slowly.

he chuckled softly, his fingers moving further up your thighs, closer to where you needed him. a soft gasp left your lips, your eyes widening slightly. he hummed, his eyes flickering down and back up, “i do?”

you nodded, a small- and borderline embarrassing- whimper slipping past your lips. your hips wiggled slightly despite your nerves, trying to get him closer to where you needed him. “soobin, please,” you gasped out, your eyes staring into his.

he finally obliged, one of his fingers sliding through your folds, a sharp gasp leaving you. “keep your eyes on the mirror, baby,” he mumbled, giving you a smirk as your head fell back, your eyes barely being able to make out the sight that was being reflected on the mirror.

“want you to watch as i ruin you,” he continued, your body tensing at his words. god, you were not making it out of this. his fingers slid up to your clit, slowly massaging the bundle of nerves. your breathing sped up, a soft moan slipping past your lips as your hands grabbed onto the sheets beside you.

“soob, please. need you so bad,” you whined, grinding your hips up into his hand. his other hand moved to your abdomen, pushing down to keep your hips in place. a moan left you, your hands moving from the sheets to his hair.

“patience,” he replied, a teasing lilt to his voice. his fingers moved from your clit, two of his fingers prodding at your entrance before pushing in slowly. you moaned softly, your head rolling back. “eyes on the mirror,” he mumbled a reply, pulling his fingers out almost all the way before pushing them back in.

you didn’t really hear him, focusing too heavily on the feeling of his fingers. until you felt him latch onto your clit, his lips sucking lightly and drawing a mix of a moan and a gasp from your lips, “fuck!”

you pulled your vision back to the mirror, the sight barely illuminated, the only thing visible being your silhouettes- which were still incredibly hard to see. your fingers tugged at soobin’s hair, trying your best to contain your sounds as you bit your lip so hard you were sure you could draw blood soon.

he was licking and sucking at your clit, his fingers speeding up inside of you, the wet sounds that were leaving your pussy were something you would have normally been embarrassed by, but you were too far gone by this point.

whispers of his name and profanities were leaving your lips, your hands gripping his hair harder as he hummed against you, sending a chill throughout your body. you felt the first tingling’s of your orgasm creeping up on you, your legs threatening to close around his head.

“soobin- soobin ‘m close..” you struggled out between whines, unable to do anything besides take what he was giving you, throwing your head back against the pillow.

soobin removed his fingers, moving his hands to hold either of your thighs down as he moved his tongue, licking a long stripe up your heat. one of your hands flew from his hair to your mouth, struggling to hold in the noises leaving your lips at this point.

“you’re so fucking wet. tastes so good,” he mumbled against your lips, licking and sucking harder as he pushed your legs further apart, practically making out with your cunt, “you gonna cum for me? gonna cum all over my tongue?”

you nodded dumbly, too close to your orgasm to process his words or anything that was happening around you besides the feeling creeping up on you. your eyes were trained on the ceiling, your orgasm growing tighter, so close to falling over the edge.

a lightning strike lit up the room, giving you a perfect view of soobin’s head in between your thighs, your hand gripping his hair, and your fucked out face. you stared back at your reflection, the familiar feeling creeping up on you all too quickly.

“fuck, i’m gonna-“ you started, your orgasm cutting you off as your back arched into the air, your hand tugging harder at soobin’s hair. your body shook, his hands pushing your thighs down harder as he groaned into your cunt, the feeling heightening your orgasm. muffled whines pushed their way past your lips, although your hand was trying its best to muffle the noises.

soobin wasn’t slowing down. even as you started to come down from your orgasm, tinges of overstimulation mixing pain with pleasure, he kept going. “soobin.. too much,” you whimpered, your hand falling from your mouth to grab onto his hair, attempting to push his head away.

“you taste so good,” he responded, his voice muffled and sending vibrations up your core, your legs twitching at the feeling.

“soobin,” you mewled, tears welling up in your eyes as you attempted to push your thighs together, your head falling to the side.

he lifted his head, looking up at your shaking form with a small smirk adorning his lips, “you can give me one more, can’t you?”

he went back to eating you out almost immediately, except this time he removed one of his hands from your thigh, pushing two of his fingers inside your dripping hole, beginning to thrust them in and out.

you threw your head back, a gasp falling from your lips as your hands tugged at his hair. “i can’t.. soobin,” you whimpered, tears falling down your face at the feeling.

he moved his free hand, once again pressing his hand down on your stomach as he sped up his fingers, the feeling pushing you close to the edge once again. you but your lip hard, holding in the noises threatening to leave your lips as he continued his ministrations.

you couldn’t even give soobin a warning this time, your second orgasm crashing over you as your eyes rolled back, your pussy gushing all over his fingers and face.

he helped you ride out your orgasm, slowly pulling his fingers out of you once it started becoming too much again. he pressed a soft kiss to your sensitive clit, your legs jumping slightly at the feeling.

he pushed himself back up your body, enveloping your lips in a soft kiss. you tasted yourself on his lips, humming quietly into the kiss. he ground himself against your core, his bulge applying the perfect amount of friction against your clit. you gasped against his lips as your head tilted back slightly.

he looked down at you, a teasing expression on his face, “what’s wrong?”

you couldn’t care less that he was teasing you at this point, grinding your core up against him. “need you,” you mumbled.

“yeah?” he teased, continuing to grind his hard cock against you. he wanted to be inside you so bad, his sweats were painful at this point and your pussy was providing the perfect amount of friction for him. he wanted to keep teasing you, to see how far he could push you, but his self control was shattering more every second.

he pulled away, a whine falling from your lips at the feeling disappearing. you looked up at him with a pout, “why’d you stop?”

“i’d rather you come on my cock,” he replied simply, his words rendering you speechless. he tugged his sweats and underwear down in one go, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. the tip was red and leaking, your mouth dropping open at the sight. he stroked himself a few times with his hand, a cocky smile on his lips when he noticed your reaction.

“holy shit,” you mumbled, a new wave of arousal washing over you. he leaned his body over yours once more, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“are you ready?” he asked softly, lining himself up with your entrance. you nodded quickly, letting out a desperate hum as your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him back down to your lips. he reciprocated the kiss immediately, pushing his hips forward slowly and enveloping himself in your tight heat.

you gasped, your lips separating from his as your face scrunched up and a moan spilled past your lips, closing your mouth quickly. soobin’s eyes were closed, his eyebrows furrowed as he continued to move forward slowly, “fuck, you’re so tight.”

you couldn’t get any words out, noises stuck in your throat as he practically split you open on his cock. he finally bottomed out, his thighs flush against the back of yours. you could feel every ridge and vein, a deep breath leaving him as he spoke, his voice shaky, “i’m gonna start moving.”

“okay,” you whispered, a whine slipping past your lips as he pulled out, pushing himself back in quicker than before. you couldn’t think straight, your mind muddled and completely focused on how good you felt right now, how soobin was fucking you just right, setting a perfect rhythm.

“soobin, fuck,” you mumbled, your hands moving to his neck, his arms, his back, anywhere that you could get a hold of to ground yourself. the sound of skin slapping skin reverberated quietly throughout the room, the both of you trying your best to be quiet, but, fuck, it was hard.

“gonna make you cum on my cock. make you forget about everything else,” he sighed, his hand coming down to push on your stomach, your eyes rolling back at the pressure, “fuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.”

he stopped his movement, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips as you looked up at him, “no- no, don’t stop.”

he didn’t answer, grabbing your legs and pressing them to your chest, holding them there by the back of your knees as he started to move again, the new angle making him feel even deeper. “fuck, oh my god,” you whimpered, throwing your head back against the pillow. he had you practically locked under his hold, unable to do anything besides take all of him.

a certain thrust had him pushing up right against your g-spot, a broken gasp leaving your lips as your hand shot out to the sides, gripping the sheets as your eyes rolled back. soobin caught on quickly, rolling his hips up against the same spot, “right there?”

“yes, yes, please, oh my god,” you babbled, trying your best to hold the sounds threatening to push past your lips in. he picked up his pace more, hitting the perfect spot repeatedly. you felt your high growing quickly, the band getting ready to snap.

“soobin, i’m close,” you whined, his hand immediately coming down to rub circles on your clit. the added stimulation pushed you even closer to the edge, your eyes clenching shut.

“me too, baby. gonna stuff you full of my cum,” he groaned out, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he neared the edge, “you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“pleeease, i need it. need your cum,” you whine, your hands pulling at the sheets harder as you feel the band in your stomach growing tighter, “i’m gonna cum- soob!”

he sped up his thrusts, rubbing harder at your clit, “cum for me.”

his words pushed you over the edge, your toes clenching and eyes rolling back as your orgasm exploded, your release gushing all over his cock. your pussy clenched tightly around him, making it harder for soobin to move as he groaned, watching how your face contorted as you succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure.

“fuck, baby. squeezing me so tight. i’m gonna cum, gonna fill you up,” his voice was strangled and shaky, his hips slamming against yours as he shot his cum inside you, throwing his head back and clenching his eyes shut. he rocked his hips slowly against yours, helping the two of you ride out your highs.

your breathing slowed down as your body relaxed into the sheets, trying to process what had just happened. his forehead dropped against yours softly as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips before releasing your legs, them instantly falling down by your sides.

“hey,” he whispered against your lips, a soft smile playing on his lips as his hands came up to your face, pressing another kiss to your lips before he continued, “want you to ride me.”

your eyes snapped open, staring into his eyes with an exasperated look, “soobin, i’ve come three times already. i can’t do another one.”

“oh, but i think you can,” he smiled, looking out the window before turning back to you, “besides, it’s still thundering outside.”

you couldn’t even get an answer out before he was flipping the two of you over, a gasp leaving your mouth as your hands shot out to his chest to steady yourself. the new position had him hitting different spots inside you, your pussy clenching around his hardening cock.

a corner of his lip lifted, his hand slapping your ass lightly, “turn around for me, baby.”

you obliged, pulling off of him with shaky legs as you both winced at the feeling as you moved your body, positioning yourself over him once again. you were trying to ignore the soreness in your legs, grabbing his now hard dick and aligning him with your entrance before slowly sinking down.

you bit your lip hard, holding back the moan of pleasure, a small whimper slipping out instead. “fuck, soobin,” you whined, your head dropping to your chest as you continued to lower yourself, finally feeling him bottom out.

“just like that, doing so good for me, hm?” he mumbled, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he helped guide your movements, your mouth falling open at the new feeling. you picked up the pace, bouncing up and down on his cock, your hands steadying themselves on his thighs, helping you move quicker as you bit back moans and cries.

your legs were stinging, threatening to give out on you as you tried to keep going and push yourself through the pain. it didn’t work, your legs dropping down as you took a deep breath. you tried to lift yourself up again, but soobin’s hands held you in place.

“relax,” he murmured quietly, bending his knees and pushing his feet into the mattress, his hips thrusting up into yours and immediately setting a brutal pace. you couldn’t fight the loud cry that left your lips, one of your hands slapping up to your mouth as you tried your best to muffle the desperate sounds leaving you.

he was so deep, hitting you in places that had tears welling up in your eyes, your hand gripping onto his thigh like a lifeline. “too much!” you cried, the hand on your mouth dropping down to his other thigh to hold yourself in place.

one of his hands moved from your hip, slowly sliding up the rest of your body before he reached your neck, grabbing your chin and angling your head up towards the ceiling. “look at yourself, baby. how good you’re taking me,” he spoke gruffly, voice consumed by lust.

your fucked-our face was staring back at you, teary eyes and mouth hung open, soobin’s hand holding your chin and his hips pistoning up into yours. his eyebrows were furrowed, his lips pulled between his teeth as he watched the way you sucked him in. you couldn’t help the loud moan that left you at the lewd sight.

it was like a dam broke. all the moans and whimpers you had been holding in were slipping past your lips as the tears that had been welling up in your eyes spilled over. he angled his hips just right, thrusting up against your g-spot again as a loud cry left you. you didn’t even have to tell him at this point, he knew. he kept the angle, repeatedly hitting the same spot that made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

he chuckled quietly behind you, his voice strangled as he spoke, “you want hueningkai to know how good i’m fucking you?” you clenched tightly around him at his words, a whimper leaving your lips. you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke again, “you liked that, didn’t you? dirty girl.”

“yes, w-want everyone to know- need you,” you stammered out, your voice shaky and cut off with moans. you were nearing the edge for the fourth time that night, loud, unabashed moans leaving your lips as your hands pushed harder against his thighs, trying to ground yourself somehow.

you were so far gone at this point, only caring about the pleasure coursing through you. you felt like you were in a different dimension. you were so close to tipping over the edge, your cunt beginning to clench around soobin as you cried out.

“you close, baby?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. he doubled down on his efforts, thrusting into you faster, if that was even possible at this point.

“please- please.. need to cum, fuck, please, let me cum, soobin, please, want you to fill me up!” you pleaded, tears falling down your cheeks as your eyes clenched shut. you were so close to falling over the edge, the knot in your stomach tightening more and more, so close to snapping, so close to-

your vision went white, your mouth falling open as a cry left you as your cunt spasmed wildly around him. it was euphoric, your body twitching and spasming as he held you in place, beginning to chase his own high. you could do nothing besides take it, whimpers and cries leaving your lips as the pleasure morphed into pain.

“i’m almost there baby, fuck, just-“ he started, his thrusts sloppy and quick as he neared the edge, “i’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck”

you watched his face with bleary eyes when he came, the reflection dark and hard to make out. his eyebrows were squinted closed and his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth hung open as he filled you up, pulling you down as hard as he could, hot white seed filing you to the brim and spilling out from being so stuffed.

his grip on you loosened, pulling you back against his chest. the position was uncomfortable, your legs and back bent at a weird angle, but you were too far gone to think about that right now. he smiled at your pliantness, adjusting your legs for you the best he could, pulling himself out of you slowly.

you whined at the sting, his hand stroking your arm as he whispered, “it’s okay, just relax, alright?” you nodded, soobin sliding himself out from underneath you so he was next to you, turning on his side and facing you.

“hey,” he mumbled with a smile, watching as you turned your head to meet his eyes with a shy smile.

“hi,” you giggled, your voice hoarse and sleepy.

“i’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he admitted quietly, biting his lip as he averted his vision.

your eyes widened slightly, turning your body fully to face him as you responded, “you have?”

“yeah,” he said, a small laugh leaving his lips as he looked back at you, “i’ve wanted you since we became friends. i just didn’t wanna make things awkward. but you would always give me these looks and i couldn’t tell if you liked me or not. tonight i just.. i couldn't help myself, i guess.”

your mouth fell open slightly, a smile forming on your lips as you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips, “i’ve always been yours, soobin.”

his eyes lit up, a big smile taking over his features as his hand reached up to cup your jaw, pulling your lips back against his. this kiss was different from the others. it was sweet, full of emotion and untold feelings that had finally come to surface.

he pulled away slowly, resting his forehead against yours as he spoke, “let’s get you cleaned up, alright?” as you nodded along to his words, the rain pouring outside the window as the storm raged on, one thought circulated through your mind.

maybe thunder wasn’t so bad after all.

oh, and how you were going to explain this to hueningkai in the morning.

eeee i hope u like it!!

[biteyoubiteme]

black cherry flavored

ot5 txt x fem!reader

synopsis: how many ghostfaces are there again?

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

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

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

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

"whats your favorite scary movie?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huening,” yeonjun warns. 

“I'm just saying…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No-” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So wrong it would get you killed?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Past it, i didn't pause on it,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This isn't a movie kai, we’re fine,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Next week?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They come out here to check too?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No response. 

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

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

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

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

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

“What's your favorite scary movie?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They don't?” 

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

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

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

“I'm not alone, i have you,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No huening please!” 

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

“Kai…please!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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— my girl (c.yj) ♡

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader genre: friends to lovers, non-idol au, smut, fluff rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 6.1k warnings: unprotected sex, pwp (6k but most of it is smut tbh lol), softdom!yeonjun, inexperienced!reader, dry humping, oral + fingering (f receiving), squirting, petnames (baby, princess, doll, good girl, pretty girl), daddy kink (yeonjun refers to himself as daddy), spanking, creampie, multiple orgasms, light choking but not (he doesn’t squeeze), one instance of spitting, it’s established that jun is older than reader so OPPA IS USED AS AN HONORIFIC and idc if people hate it lol as a korean speaker i’m tired of westernizing shit

a/n - pls picture temptation era hair yeonjun 😵‍💫 this is inspired by a dream i had.. dreamt every part in his room up until the actual penetration 😮‍💨 cockblocked by my own brain

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yeonjun’s sheets are soft as you sit observing his bedroom, taking note of all the little details that his strong personality shines through, the first time you’ve seen the other side of his door — though how you even got to this point in the first place is still something you’re going over and over in your head as you wait for him to come back.

his soft smile is met with your nervous one as he enters the room with two water bottles in hand, shutting the door quietly behind him — your eyes follow his lithe fingers as he turns the lock — and you watch as he places the drinks on his nightstand before turning to you.

the air suddenly feels much warmer when he sits down on the bed beside you, so close that you’re almost touching, and that fond look on his face only serves to heighten your nerves as you remember that he knows what he’s doing, and you don’t.

well… sort of.

everything happened only a few hours before.

your best friend kai had invited you to hang out with him and his roommates, a chaotic group of guys who you’ve grown to call your friends as well; even yeonjun, who you may or may not have developed the hugest crush on ever from the minute that you’d first met him.

it’d been a few months of back-and-forth, sometimes convinced that it must be mutual and other times doubting your judgement completely — has he always been this flirty, or is it your imagination when his eyes linger just a little too long? — and it was on this fateful day at their apartment when it all fell apart.

(or should you say, all came together).

everyone knows to watch out once beomgyu’s got a couple of drinks in him, so it was only a matter of time before your unlucky day came when he’d decide that you would be his glorious first victim of the afternoon; and that was exactly where you found yourself as he took it upon himself to announce to everyone in the room that you and yeonjun needed to admit you wanna fuck each other already, or else he’d “just have to do something about it himself” (whatever that meant).

to say you wanted to crawl into a ditch and die would be the biggest understatement of the century.

your wide eyes were pinned to the floor as the room erupted into multiple reactions; soobin groaning with a smack upside beomgyu’s head as he scolded the younger not to say stuff like that, taehyun’s “damn,” as he knocked back his beer to cover a laugh, kai burying his head into his hands with a shriek — he swore he didn’t mean to spill your secret to beomgyu a few weeks ago, it just slipped out — and of course, the culprit in the center laughing his ass off unphased.

the only one who had yet to say anything was…

you steeled yourself and glanced up, meeting yeonjun’s eyes that were already watching you from across the living room.

your own widened marginally.

he didn’t look disgusted. he didn’t look put off. in fact, he looked…..

your breath caught. there was a small upturn to his lips, a confirmation, the hint of a smile that solidified as he quirked a brow as if in question. as if he was asking you,

“well? what should we do about it then?”

and everything changed from there.

~

it hadn’t taken long for beomgyu’s quick-moving attention span to be directed elsewhere thanks to some faithful effort on hyuka’s part, the others following suit to spare you from the spotlight — and it was only about an hour later when you found yourself alone in the kitchen for a breather, the sounds of your friend’s quarreling and laughter slightly less eardrum-shattering now from where you stood leaning against the sink.

a few minutes passed before the sound of someone else slipping into the room grabbed your attention.

your peace quickly morphed into apprehension.

“hi,” yeonjun whispered, a small smile on his face that read somewhere between gentle and amused.

his hands were in his pockets as he came to lean casually against the counter opposite you, head tilted slightly to the side as his eyes trailed over your expression, and you cursed your mouth for going dry at the sight of him.

his simple black tank top and sweatpants combo had you fighting to keep your eyes on his face — his face, pretty and framed so nicely by silky black hair that was grown out quite a bit longer than usual these days, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it as your thighs rubbed together subconsciously.

“…hi,” you whispered back.

he breathed out a small laugh.

“i wanted to talk to you, but i didn’t want the others to hear.. figured this was a good opportunity when i saw you get up.”

“r-right..”

why am i so awkward? what the fuck? oh god wait why is he coming closer-

your hands gripped the counter behind you as yeonjun stepped forward. his voice was low, quiet, meant only for you as he stood in front of you with a look on his face that had you melting in more ways than one.

“listen... i know that we’ve never talked about this thing between us. i didn’t wanna scare you off by being too forward, but now that beomgyu ran his mouth about it…”

with a feather-light touch, yeonjun reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“well, i’m not gonna deny what he said, and i’m pretty sure that i’m right when i say.. i think you want me the same way that i want you.”

you felt heat running down your entire body like a zap of electricity.

your fried brain didn’t even have the chance to fully process before you heard beomgyu shout from the living room, “hey, what’s taking so long?!” and the scent of yeonjun’s cologne was like a drug as he leaned in and whispered in your ear,

“if you feel ready to see where this goes.. stay here with me when they go out.”

and just like that he was gone, random assortment of snacks in hand to avoid suspicion as he called back to beomgyu, “i’m coming, just couldn’t decide what to eat!”

and you slumped against the counter with legs like jelly.

~

you received a chorus of groans and boos when you told the guys you were gonna go home instead of joining them elsewhere for dinner and drinks, earning brief suspicion only from taehyun as he eyed you questioningly for a moment — their focus primarily resting on yeonjun’s uncharacteristic opt-out that he’d blamed on a sudden migraine.

you felt ridiculous as you even headed down the elevator with them to the street outside, going out of your way to be believable, rounding the corner towards the subway station until they were well out of sight in the opposite direction before heading back up towards the apartment.

you’d’ve been lying if you said that you didn’t consider leaving yourself; your jittery nerves and quick-beating heart nearly convincing you, until you remembered the look in yeonjun’s eyes and the wetness between your legs returned.

yeonjun, choi yeonjun, one of the most popular and charismatic guys that you know — wants you.

and now here you are on his bed.

when you think about it, in your eyes yeonjun is a lot of things that you’re not; the way he just naturally draws people in, the way he carries himself, always making friends so easily; the fact that he’s genuinely cool, somehow good at everything he does and always looks hot doing it; he’s older than you — not by much, but still — and the number one thing on your mind right now:

he’s experienced.

now you’re no virgin, but your measly 1 past boyfriend is nothing in comparison to the fact that yeonjun’s ability to please a woman is a very well-checked box on his long list of skills (if beomgyu is correct about anything he’s blabbed about, at least. which today so far he seems to be).

and now, as he sits here so close to you with that same look on his face as before, that gentle smile and amused little twinkle in his eyes — well, you know right then that you’re a goner.

“hi,” he whispers, just like he did in the kitchen earlier, and you whisper it back with a shy smile.

this is the first time you’ve ever truly been alone with him.

he looks at you for a few moments, and you wonder if this is what amoebas feel like under a microscope until he places his hand on the bed beside you and rests his weight on it, by default leaning in even closer than before.

“i like you.” he says simply.

in panic mode, you resort to sarcasm - “y-yeah-“ you clear your throat - “um, yeah, i think we established that.”

his laugh sends tingles through you as a real smile not stricken with awkwardness finally blooms on your face, the ice slowly melting for you as you start to remember that right, okay, he’s a friend and not some unreachable deity (for the most part, at least).

“i.. like you too,” you respond sheepishly, and you bite your lip at the underlying shift in his tone as he keeps his eyes locked on yours and says,

“i know.”

the mood has suddenly deepened into something else.

his hand comes up to your cheek, thumb ghosting over your bottom lip as he murmurs, “is this okay?” and you don’t know when his face got so close to yours but your eyes are already threatening to flutter shut as you hum in response, lidded gaze glued to his full, pretty lips that you want so desperately all over your body.

“words, baby.” his voice is a whisper, breath warm against your lips, his own so close now that you can almost feel them —

“y-yes.”

and just like that, choi yeonjun is kissing you.

whatever you thought a real kiss was supposed to feel like, whatever kisses you had felt with your ex —

none of it compared to this.

you feel his smile when you quietly moan, his lips even softer than you had imagined, moving against yours slowly, deliberately, expertly, the hand that had been on your cheek sliding gently to the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss.

his tongue is warm and soft as it traces along your bottom lip, and you don’t care how eager you probably seem as you let it in immediately, trying not to moan again as he slips it past your lips to caress yours; you melt as he sucks lightly on your tongue before giving a teasing, gentle bite to your bottom lip as he pulls away.

you can’t even imagine how dazed you must look — but his knowing smile tells you enough.

you can’t explain it, but in that moment you gain a hunger-fueled confidence. you want to give yeonjun everything.

fuck, you want him bad.

you’re pulling him back to you faster than you can chicken out otherwise, and the pleased noise he makes as you connect your lips again only spurs you on further to do what you’ve been so badly wanting to:

you touch him, hands sliding from his shoulders up to his soft hair, pulling at it gently as his lips travel down your jaw to suckle at the skin of your neck; you moan, freely this time, eyes sliding shut and head tilting back to give him all the access he wants as you wrap an arm around his shoulders and keep him close.

his hand slides around your waist to your lower back as he slowly guides you down to lay against his sheets, your legs instinctively widening for him as he slots his hips between them, and you groan at the bulge now resting comfortably against your clothed core.

it doesn’t take long before he gently rocks his hips forwards.

you whimper, clutching to his tank top as he continues to kiss and suckle along your neck; your legs tighten around his hips and his lips tilt into a smirk against your skin as your body responds to his like it’s what it was made for, and so he does it again, this time continuing into a steady rocking pace.

the hardness of his cock drags deliciously against your center as he rolls his hips into it again and again, slow enough so that you feel everything, but firm enough that it makes your head spin and your thighs twitch with need.

“oppa,” you whisper, pleadingly, and you don’t even know what you’re asking for but you know that you just need more.

“hm?” he hums back, lips still sucking pretty bruises into your neck,

and it’s like he can read your mind as he asks with another smirk against your skin - “want more, baby?”

you nod quickly with a weak, “mhm,” and your heart jumps as his lips move up to your ear.

“tell oppa what you want.”

the husk of his voice sends shivers straight downwards.

he pulls away just enough for you to meet his eyes and you feel like a rabbit hunted down by a fox, but in your case, you never want to escape from his grasp.

“i.. i-i want…”

you can feel the heat blooming in your cheeks, remembering once again how much you haven’t experienced, and you want to tell him exactly where you want him to put his mouth — but instead your eyes avert from his as you mumble in admission,

“i-i’ve never been… well i’ve never been eaten out before. s-so.. um..”

in your peripheral you can see yeonjun’s brows lift to his hairline in disbelief. “what?”

a finger beneath your chin gently draws your gaze back to his and the genuine bewilderment in his eyes is enough to deepen your blush as he asks, “how could that bastard have possibly survived never tasting you?”

your body buzzes with electricity as your eyes widen; there’s a hunger and determination dancing in yeonjun’s stare that you’ve never been looked at with before.

his intensity makes you shiver in anticipation and it’s like you can taste the honey dripping from his words when he says,

“let me make you feel good, baby. let me give you everything that he should’ve.”

your head spins.

you’ve never felt so desired.

the second that you say okay, yeonjun places one last dizzying kiss to your lips before he’s moving down your body, guiding you out of your shirt as he slowly maps out your skin with his lips — you breathe out a sigh at the way his large hands caress you, intentionality in every touch.

eventually he sits up on his knees, pulling back from a kiss to your navel to reach for the hem of your panties. you shiver when his fingers ghost over your hips.

“lift for me,” he instructs softly, and you do, biting your lip as he begins to slowly pull them down, eyes glued to your cunt, and you watch the way his breath hitches in his throat at the strings of wetness that cling to the fabric.

“fuck,” he whispers, practically groans,

“can’t believe no one’s ever tasted such a pretty pussy before… gonna eat you so good, baby..”

you’re going out of your mind with need, his words alone sending another gush of arousal to your heat, your hungry eyes traveling down to trace the imprint of his rock-hard cock in his sweatpants.

teasingly you ghost your foot over it as he slides your panties from your ankles, and his eyes flicker up to yours as you stare back innocently; his gaze narrows and lips quirk up into a lopsided smirk as his warm hands slide up your legs.

“getting brave, now, are we?” he taunts, stopping at your thighs as he wraps his hands around them and spreads your legs open.

slowly he lowers himself between them, all the while keeping his eyes on yours, and your hips jump at the whisper of his breath against your aching cunt when he says,

“better be careful, doll… any game you try to play, i can play it better.”

and when his fingers spread you open and his lips kiss your clit, you already know that he’s ruined you for any other man.

how could you even dream of anyone else when the tip of yeonjun’s velvety tongue slips out to trace teasingly up and down your slit, or when the pad of his finger circles so lightly around your leaking hole that you might even be imagining it?

no, there’s no way you could be imagining this, not as the warmth of his mouth caresses you as he closes his lips around your clit and gently begins to suck, your head tipping back with a shudder as you whine at the feeling.

“eyes on me, princess,” he murmurs against your cunt, and when you manage to bring your gaze back to his, the sight before you is sinful.

his foxlike eyes dark and dangerous and twinkling as he watches you through his lashes, pretty lips forming a smirk that you can only feel and not see as he whispers “good girl,” - before the next thing you know, his tongue is flattening against you as he licks a firm stripe up your pussy, big hands keeping your jerking hips in place as he begins to ravish you, sucking, licking, kissing, groaning shamelessly at the taste of you and sending vibrations straight through your quivering core as you unravel beneath his touch.

“so fucking good,” he moans, sliding a finger inside of you with ease as he begins to pump it steadily in and out, practically making out with your pussy as you whimper, hands instinctively flying to his hair — you almost pull them away when suddenly he adds another digit, the stretch causing your fingers to tighten in his dark strands as your hips instinctively grind forwards against his mouth.

you’re about to apologize when yeonjun moans even deeper than before.

“that’s it, baby,” he grunts, “use my face. want it so bad, don’t you? go ahead and chase it, cum all over daddy’s tongue.”

something unholy snaps inside of you at that.

“f-fuck-” you cry, doing exactly as he said; you can’t help it as you grind your clit down on his warm tongue over and over and over, hands tightening in his hair as his fingers work impossibly faster, and a new sensation takes over you as the dam breaks and you reach your peak;

you don’t realize what’s happening at first as you’re carried through the most mind-blowing orgasm, until you feel the unusual amount of wetness soaking his sheets and hear yeonjun groaning “fuck, fuck, that’s it, baby, that’s it -“ and he’s three fingers deep as you realize you’re squirting.

it’s as though he can read your body like a book the way he can tell when it’s suddenly too much, his pace slowing gradually until he gently slides his fingers from your sopping hole, placing a final feather-light kiss to your clit before his lips and hands move to soothe your quivering thighs.

“you did so good, baby, holy shit..” the bottom half of his face is soaked in your juices as he mouths along your skin, hands massaging and caressing whatever his lips aren’t kissing;

you’re still bewildered, and can feel the raging blush on your cheeks as you’re quick to blurt in embarrassment, “i-i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to-“

“y/n.” yeonjun looks up. “seriously, that was so fucking hot, you have no idea.”

you can see in his eyes that he’s telling the truth.

“r-really?”

he laughs, finally sitting up; “baby, i- fuck, like, you actually have no fucking idea how sexy you are.” he pushes his hair out of his face and it’s only then that you realize how heavy he’s breathing, the bulge straining against his pants somehow a million times more prominent than it was earlier.

“y/n, i’m so turned on right now that i can hardly think straight. please-“

you meet his eyes again quickly,

“please, i need to be inside you.”

apparently today is the day that you learn just how crazy choi yeonjun makes you, because despite your still-twitching thighs and your pussy so sensitive that you’re sure a slight breeze would send it into overdrive, your body is quick to betray you at his toe-curling words when your walls clench from the emptiness and a fresh wave of arousal gushes from your soaked heat.

“if you don’t fuck me right now i’m gonna go clinically insane.”

his brows lift only for a moment before he’s laughing, swooping down to catch your lips in a kiss. “well we can’t have that, now, can we?”

he gets off the bed, your eyes hungrily tracking his every move as he peels the tank top from his torso and casts it to the ground; “fuck,” you whisper as your gaze trails down the defined ridges of his abs; “fuck,” you groan when he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of his sweatpants and pulls them down with his boxers in one go.

his cock is long and slender and flushed pink, the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen as you imagine the weight of it in your mouth.

if it were anyone else, you’d wanna slap the shit-eating grin right off of his face, but this is yeonjun, and the fact that he knows he’s all that only makes him 10x hotter.

you can’t tear your eyes away from his length as you sit up on your elbows to watch, and he enjoys it, pumping himself in his hand and smearing the pre-cum around his tip with a satisfied hum.

but as he reaches for the condoms in his desk drawer, you surprise both him and yourself when you stop him.

“no.”

he pauses, looking over his shoulder at you with quirked brows —

“want you to fuck me raw.”

his mouth goes dry. you can see the fire dancing in his eyes as he slowly straightens, keeping himself under control as he asks carefully,

“are you sure?”

you bite your lip and quickly nod. “wanna feel you,” you breathe, and that does it for yeonjun as he’s back on top of you in an instant, his lips pressing to yours in a searing kiss as you moan around his swirling tongue.

his hand is on your throat, not squeezing, just resting there as if to say you’re mine, and you whine deep in your chest when you feel the tip of his cock sliding through your slippery folds.

“gonna fuck this pretty pussy so full of my cum that it’ll be dripping out of it for days,” he rasps as he taps the head of his cock repeatedly over your clit, the lewd noise met with your whimpers as you grasp at his bicep.

“please,” you whine, “want it, please-!”

his hand slides from your neck down to squeeze your tit as he sits up and hooks one of your legs over his shoulder with his free hand.

“so good for me,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded and lusting as he looks down at you, dragging his shaft back and forth along your slick pussy; “such a good girl, begging for daddy.”

and when he finally pushes the head of his cock past your entrance, stretching you open as he sinks inside, stars explode behind your eyes and you nearly cum again right there on the spot.

“fuuck..” he groans in a drawn-out moan, eyes sliding shut and head tipping back as your walls suck him in, mouth falling open before he catches his plush bottom lip between his teeth and looks back down at you through hazy eyes, giving another rough squeeze to your tit in his grasp.

he slides his hand down to press against your lower belly as he bottoms out, your hips twitching as you gasp, and with his other hand he grips your leg that’s slung over his shoulder as he begins to grind his hips against yours.

you can’t breathe, can’t speak, overwhelmed by how fucking good it all feels, the head of his cock massaging places inside of you that you didn’t even know existed as he rolls his hips over and over, whispering fucked-out nothings;

how tight you are, how good you feel, how he’s gonna make you forget your own name by tomorrow.

and when he starts really moving, hips separating from yours only to connect again with a lewd slap of skin on skin each time he delivers a slow, firm thrust to your cunt, holding you in place so you don’t jolt up the bed — well, you never knew that something so delicious existed, and now that you’ve had a taste, you’re already rendered insatiable.

you paw at any part of him that you can reach, hands finding purchase on his thighs as his pace picks up into a steady rhythm, your lips moaning and pleading and begging around words that you can hardly get out of your mouth.

“look at you,” yeonjun coos breathlessly, “so drunk on my cock already.. perfect pussy made just for me, hm? taking daddy so well? good baby.”

he looks as blissed out as you feel, face wracked in pleasure as he picks up the pace, his hand so large where it still presses over your lower belly that his thumb is able to reach your clit, and the added stimulation along with the pressure of his palm sends your head lolling as you twitch and tremble underneath him.

“j-jjunie..!” you whimper, and you can’t help the nickname from slipping between your lips; you’ve never called him so intimately before, never said his name so freely, but your accidental drop of honorifics seems to stir something inside of him as he groans and fucks you harder;

“say that again,” he grunts as you gasp out from the sudden increase in pace.

“jjunie,” you keen immediately, gripping the sheets, gripping his arms, gripping anything as a muttered curse leaves his lips and his thumb circles faster around your aching clit.

“love it when you say my name, fuck,” he groans, hips slamming into yours and jolting you like a ragdoll as you cry out for him, the knot in your stomach tightening so fast that you swear it’s about to snap, and when he leans forward with your leg still gripped over his shoulder and his cock pounding into you at a far deeper angle than before, fireworks fill your vision as you cum around him harder than you’ve ever came in your life.

“yes, yes, yes, fuck, that’s it, cream on my cock, baby, fuck you’re so- s-so tight, fuck- just like that, let go for me, baby, good girl-“

yeonjun’s voice sounds far away as you spasm around him, his thrusts growing sloppier as your cunt clenches him so tight that it nearly forces him out; he lowers your leg back down to the bed and slows down a little to let you catch your breath but he doesn’t stop, and your watery whimpers are like music to his ears as you clutch onto him desperately.

“t-too much, too much-!” you hiccup, tears spilling from your eyes at all the overwhelming sensations, but you don’t actually want him to stop and he knows it too — he coos at you, hand sliding up to rest on your throat again as he leans down and licks a stripe up your neck to your ear.

“you can give me one more, baby, can’t you?”

a shiver rolls down your spine at the devilish smile in his voice, sweet like honey as he catches your earlobe between his teeth.

“one more so daddy can stuff you nice and full.”

your pussy clenches. “w-want your cum,” you whimper dumbly in response, too fucked out to think of anything else, and yeonjun smiles as he leans back and runs his hands down your body until they reach your hips and squeeze.

“i know,” his thrusts are still steady as he watches you with twinkling eyes; “and i’m gonna give it to you.”

your eyes widen in protest as he suddenly slides out of you without a warning, but the words die in your throat and are replaced with a squeak of surprise when he flips you over onto your stomach instead.

“ass up for me, pretty girl.”

you obey immediately with what strength you have left in your shaky limbs, a quiet whine escaping your throat over not being able to see or touch him anymore.

his little laugh from behind you indicates that he caught it.

“don’t worry, baby,” he soothes as his hands massage over your ass, “we have all the time in the world.”

your heart doesn’t even have time to skip a beat at the promise of his words when suddenly his tongue is on your pussy, your knees nearly buckling at the heat of his mouth as he licks from your clit up to your fluttering hole, and you gasp as he spits on it before his cock enters you fully in one single thrust.

you cry out, knees buckling for real this time as he holds you up, sheets crumpled in your fists as his hips immediately pick up into a quick, dizzying pace.

“love the way you fall apart around me,” he murmurs from behind you, squeezing your ass, “love how you take me so well…”

you want to touch him so badly, want to see the pleasure pooling in his eyes; you don’t have time to respond before he lands a smack on your ass, your surprised squeak spurring him on as he does it again, drilling into your cute little hole like it was made just for him as he breathes out a moan.

from this angle he can see the way your pussy swallows him so hungrily, and his grip on your hips tightens as he drags you back and forth on his cock.

“love.. l-love your.. love this so much… w-wanna be yours…”

he almost misses your dazed mumbling over the loud sound of his hips slapping lewdly against your ass, but he makes out what you said, heart swelling in his chest and cock simultaneously twitching inside of you as he leans forward, his palm sliding up along your spine to brush the hair from your fucked-out face as he pushes your body down against the sheets, chest pressed to your back now and breath caressing your ear as he continues rocking his hips even deeper.

“you’re mine, baby, you’re mine..” he whispers between kisses along your jaw, a reassurance, your soft whimper of a response causing him to bite back a smile as he continues,

“i’ve wanted you for so long.. can’t believe i finally get to have you.” his hand slips beneath you to toy with your throbbing clit, and your ass grinds back against him as a result as you moan wantonly into his sheets.

“i’ve been yours since the.. fuck.. since the second i s-saw you..fuck, p-please don’t stop..!”

your hips are moving with his now as he works your clit faster, mustering your strength and pushing your weight back as you desperately try to fuck yourself on his cock, on his fingers, chasing the rising wave in your belly that’s threatening to break as he meets your quickening movements with his own.

“touch yourself for me, baby,” he murmurs in your ear before removing his hand and propping himself up on his forearms, allowing for a more concentrated angle as he ruts into you, your choked moan muffled by the sheets as you immediately slide one hand down to rub rapidly at your clit, your other one weakly moving to tangle your fingers with his the best that you can;

“gonna cum, gonna cum,” you whimper, drool pooling at your lips, the scent of yeonjun’s cologne and the weight of his body on yours like pure intoxication as he fucks you harder, breaths heavy and staggering in your ear as he grunts,

“cum for me, baby, need to feel it, cum all over my fucking cock-“

and when your third orgasm washes over you, you’re too weak to do anything but let it, body going limp as it wracks over you in pure bliss, the warm feeling of your clenching walls finally sending yeonjun over the edge this time as he shoots his cum into you with a loud and drawn-out moan, voice breaking as he spews filthy words and incoherent curses; he presses his hips impossibly deep against yours before stuttering into sloppy thrusts to fuck himself through the rest of his orgasm as your fluttering pussy milks his cock of every last drop.

the room grows silent save for your heavy breaths, both of your chests heaving as his forehead slumps down to rest against your back; you didn’t realize how tightly you were holding onto his hand until you carefully untangle your fingers from his.

he hisses from the sensitivity as he slides his twitching length out of you.

you look at yeonjun as he rolls off of your back and flops exhaustedly onto his side next to you, and when he meets your eyes, there’s only a passing moment of silence before you both giggle.

his smile is fond and blooming with affection as he rubs a hand up and down your back, moving to smoothe the hair from your face and gently brushing his knuckles across your cheek before resting his hand on top of yours.

“hi,” he whispers.

you giggle again.

“hi,” you whisper back.

“so.. would this be a good time to ask you to be my girlfriend?”

your heart skips a beat and you bite back a smile. “i was worried you’d just want to stick to the sex..” you admit.

yeonjun shakes his head, lips forming into an endearing pout as he laces his fingers with yours.

“nah, you’re stuck with me now, princess,” he grins. “i meant what i said… i’ve been wanting you for so long.”

an indescribable feeling flutters in your chest as you giddily turn your head to bury your face in the sheets, yeonjun laughing as he shuffles closer, rolling you over onto your back despite your giggle-ridden, poorly-executed attempts to fight him off.

you grin up at him and he grins down at you, hovering over you now with a hand on your cheek as his endeared eyes trail over each of your features as if to memorize them.

“my girl,” he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear.

you tilt your head up to meet his lips when he leans in and kisses you softly, your hands playing with the long hair at the nape of his neck.

“i meant what i said too,” you murmur against him.

“mine since the second you saw me, huh?” yeonjun’s cocky grin is light and teasing as you scrunch your nose at him, flicking his forehead and sending him into another pout.

“yeah, yeah. whatever, pretty boy.”

instead of responding he buries his face in your neck in a flurry of kisses as you squeal in surprise, laughing as you wiggle around underneath him;“stop, that tickles!”

“gotta make up for all the lost time when i didn’t make a move,” he reasons as his kisses move to your cheeks, your nose, your lips — you’ve never seen this side of yeonjun before, so soft and gentle and sweet; the fact that it seems reserved only for you sends butterflies fluttering through your tummy.

you spend your evening like that, wrapped in each other’s arms as you talk about your relationship, talk about the feelings that led you here, talk about this and that and everything in-between;

“does this count as our first date?” you ask quizzically. he wrinkles his nose.

“no way, i’m gonna do the most romantic shit ever for that.”

you snort. “isn’t that what this is?”

but you don’t have the chance to tease him any further when the beeping sound of his apartment passcode being entered causes you both to freeze.

you were so caught up that neither of you considered the time; nor the fact that yeonjun does indeed have 4 other roommates who would in fact be coming home at some point or another.

that some point apparently being now as the rowdy chatter of your friends erupts into the foyer until you suddenly hear soobin’s tipsy mumble. “what the… what are y/n’s shoes doing here?”

you and yeonjun turn to look at each other as your friends’ voices fall silent.

the seconds pass and you almost wonder if you’re in the clear…

but of course, no peace lasts forever with beomgyu in the house.

“OH MY GOD,” he screams.

“THEY FUCKED!”