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Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

Y/n sits in the passenger seat, gazing out the window at the scenery as Chan drives and Jeongin sits in the backseat.

“Have you really never been to the island before?” The youngest is sitting forward to talk to the two up front.

“Never.” She shakes her head not turning away from the window. “It’s so beautiful. And Binnie’s family owns a rental house out here?”

“Yup.” Chan glances over at her as he follows the car Changbin’s driving with Jisung and Seungmin, Minho following behind them with Felix and Hyunjin. “They usually let people rent it out when on vacation here and they always let us stay there when we’re needing a few days away from the city.”

“You’ll love it.” Jeongins is clearly excited. “The house isn’t as big as ours obviously so we normally share beds but we think it helps with the pack bonding and it strengthens our relationships. There’s a private beach on the property though. And it’s walking distance from a lot of little shops.”

“Which reminds me.” The older alpha places his hand on the girl's thigh making her finally turn to look at him. “While here we’re wanting to take you on some small dates as a proper courting.”

“Really?” She sits up in excitement. “That’ll be so fun.”

“We discussed it and decided it would be best to have two of us taking you each time.” He explains, looking back at the youngest alpha in the mirror who’s been really giddy the whole drive so far. “Because of the rules we have in place for you, Jisung and Felix, they can’t take you by themselves.”

“So each date will be with one alpha and one beta.” Jeongin finishes. “We’ve decided it’ll be Chan and Seungmin, Minho and Hyunjin, Changbin and Jisung, then me and Felix.”

“Sounds good, I’m excited.” She smiles at both alphas lovingly. “How are the rules for the three of us going to be here? Are we allowed to be with just one of the betas?”

“Walking around the shops near the house, yes you can. It’s not even a five minute walk from the house so we don’t mind Hyunjin and Seungmin taking you guys there.” He tells her. “But driving anywhere you three will need an alpha.”

“Got it.” Y/n nods her head as they drive closer to the ocean into a neighborhood and see’s Changbin pull into the driveway of a house. “Is this it?”

“Yup.”

As soon as Chan parks she’s out of the car and rushing up to Changbin who’s unlocking the door as everyone else is getting bags.

“She seems to be getting more comfortable.” Jeongin points out. “She even slept in Minho’s bed last night with him and Jisung.”

“Really?” Chan looks at the youngest a bit surprised.

“Yeah.” He nods with a smirk. “Saw her walking back to her room this morning wearing nothing but Min’s shirt.”

Chan watches as Changbin lets the omega into the house with a smile. “That’s really good, I’m glad.”

They get out of the car to grab the bags from the trunk of their car.

“Bin, this place is beautiful.” Y/n gawks at the house.

“Wait until you see the view from the back porch.” He smirks at her as her eyes widen and rushes to the back door.

“Oh my god, Binnie.” She squeals, causing him to laugh as he moves to join her. “Is that the private beach Innie was telling me about?”

“It is.” He places a hand on her back. “It’s all ours while we’re here. It’s blocked off from the rest of the beach so no one can get to it except for the path leading from the porch.”

“Meaning you’re allowed to go down there by yourself if you’re wanting to.” Minho speaks as everyone comes in carrying bags.

“Thanks for the help, Bin.” Seungmin says sarcastically, shoving the alpha’s bag into his arms.

Y/n immediately goes to take her bag from Chan but he pulls it away from her. “I’ve got it.”

“Chan.” The omega pouts but he just smiles, grabbing her hand.

“Let me show you to your room.”

“My room?” She looks at him confused.

“There’s five rooms in the house.” Changbin steps in to explain. “The eight of us all share four of the rooms and the last room is for you, pretty girl.”

“That way you have a place for yourself if you’re needing some alone time and somewhere you can change.” Chan finishes as he leads her down the hallway.

“Oh.” She sighs, the others following to place their bags in the other rooms. “Who’s sharing with who for the other rooms?”

“We don’t have set room assignments.” Felix shrugs. “It usually changes each night depending on who ends up cuddling with who and things like that.”

“This is your room baby girl.” Chan walks into one and places Y/n’s bag on the bed as she looks around.

It’s simple, a queen sized bed, a small dresser and closet. Nothing much as it is meant for just a short stay.

“Felix and I are heading to the store to get groceries.” Minho pops his head in the doorway. “Is there anything you guys are specifically wanting while we’re here?”

“You know I’m always good with whatever you make us, baby.” Chan smiles.

“Kitten?”

“Ummm… I don’t know.” The omega shrugs her shoulders, still unsure about foods.

“Well if you think of anything just text one of us.” The younger alpha gives her a small smile hoping one day she’ll have an actual answer.

“Be safe.” Chan tells him as he follows Minho out letting Y/n get settled in.

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“You okay?” Felix leans over the back of the couch where Y/n has been sitting looking through a few books that were on the bookshelf.

“Yeah.” She leans back to look up at him but he frowns at how her mood had seemed to shift from when they first got to the house.

“The sun’s setting. I was thinking of heading down to the beach to watch it.” He tilts his head. “Join me?”

Y/n looks over at the kitchen seeing that Minho is just starting dinner and had heard him tell the other omega that he wasn’t going to need much help with it as it was easy, just took awhile to cook.

“Sure.”

“Let’s go.” He grabs her hand, dragging her to the back door. “Min, we’re gonna go sit down at the beach to watch the sunset.”

“Okay, I’ll have someone come get you guys when dinners almost ready.”

Felix doesn’t let go of the younger omega’s hand until they are down at the beach and he sits down leaning back on his hands. “Man, I've missed the ocean.”

“Which do you like better?” Y/n sits down next to him. “The beaches here or in Australia?”

“Australia.” He says without a second thought. “I loved spending time in the water as a kid, was a swimmer and loved surfing.”

“How often would you go to the beach?”

“At least three or four times a week.” He smiles and looks at her. “What about you? Do you like beaches and the water?”

“I love how pretty beaches are.” She looks out at the ocean. “But I was never really taught how to swim so I’m not the greatest. I don’t usually like to go very deep into it. Even in pools, I don’t go anywhere my feet can't touch flat.”

“What if we held you? Would you go in deeper?”

“Mmmm, maybe.” She shrugs and looks at him loving how beautiful he looks with the sunset. “It’d just depends on how comfortable I am, I guess.”

“Well, let's try it.” Felix stands up and pulls his shirt off, shocking her.

“Right now? But I don’t have a swimsuit.” She blushes as he starts to unbutton his pants.

“It’s called skinny dipping.” He smirks. “Chan and I used to do it all the time back home.”

“Wha…” She gasps and turns away before she can even finish saying anything as he pushes his pants and boxers down.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’m going in.” She hears him run down and there's some splashing before it’s quiet when she finally looks up.

The omega is submerged up to his chest just loving the water before he turns back to her with a huge smile.

“You’re crazy!” She yells out to him.

“It’s a private beach sunshine.” He calls back. “The only ones who will see you are me and anyone else in the pack if they come down.”

“I don’t know.”

“The water feels great, you’re missing out.” He then dunks his head underwater to swim around a bit.

Y/n watches him keep doing that, no longer paying attention to her and she decides to give in. She strips her dress and underwear off and walks into the water as Felix goes under again. The water’s a bit cooler than she was expecting, shocking her at first but she fights through and moves towards where Felix had last been.

He comes back up taking in a deep breath and wipes the water from his face pushing his hair back when he realizes she came in and is now deep enough for the water to be at her collar bones. He swims over to her until he’s able to stand again and smiles as he grabs her hand.

“I promise I won’t let you drown.” Felix starts to walk backwards pulling her deeper in until she would be standing on her toes in the water which is when she stops. “Want me to carry you?”

Y/n nods, a bit embarrassed as they are both naked but lets him pull her closer, bringing her legs up to wrap around his waist and wraps her arms around his shoulders. It causes her to come up out of the water a bit and she pushes herself against Felix to cover everything. He keeps his hand on her thighs to keep her secure against him as he goes in a bit deeper making sure the water covers her but the waves aren’t splashing in her face either.

“We’re far out.” She mumbles looking back at the shore seeing they’re several yards out.

“Here would probably be a good distance to teach you to swim better.” He lets go of one of her thighs to push some hair behind her ear. “You won't really be able to touch but I still can.”

“I think I’m good with you just carrying me today.” She clings to him tighter. “Maybe when we have the beach day and everyone is here we can try?”

“Whatever you want, sunshine.”

Y/n notices that even though Felix is the most omega-like beta she’s ever met he still will play the beta roll when needed. Like right now with carrying her, and she can’t help but to fall in love with him. He’s been the sweetest and loving to her. Not that the others haven't been but just the way he does it is different.

“Your scent just sweetened a lot, what are you thinking about?” He looks down at her.

“Nothing.” She mumbles, looking away but she’s now very aware of his hard-on that has slowly made itself known since he wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Nothing?” He teases. “How can your scent sweeten so much by thinking about nothing?”

She looks up at him for a moment contemplating what to say before looking down at his neck at the seven claim bites wanting to add the eighth.

“When do you think Min will be done with dinner?” She whispers.

He thinks about it for a moment. “We probably still have a good bit. Why? Are you waiting to head back in?”

“No.” She shakes her head then blushes. “But… it is really hard to be this close to you knowing we’re both… naked.”

Felix gets flustered and mumbles a sorry as he starts to walk back towards the beach, probably to a spot she can stand so he can put her down.

“I never said I wanted you to stop carrying me though.” She blushes harder, making him stop.

“Oh?” He was confused before it clicked in his brain. “Oh.”

He looks her over for a moment to make sure she was implying what he thought and after he was sure of it he leans in and kisses her hard. She gaps a little, shocked by his boldness but kisses back as he walks them closer to the shore never detaching his lips from hers. It isn’t until most of their upper bodies are out of the water that he starts to bend his knees and lower them into the water more and he sits down on the sand having her on top of him that he pulls away from the kiss.

“Are you sure about this?” He looks up at her as she adjusts herself to be straddling his waist, knees digging into the sand on either side of his hips.

“Please Lixie.” Y/n begs a little.

He moves his hand to her inner thigh until he reaches her mound finding that her slick is leaking out even in the water and he groans at how responsive she is for him without having done anything. He gets ready to prep her a bit more but she gently grabs his hard cock and shakes her head.

“I’m ready Lix, please.”

“Okay, baby.” His other hand reaches for the back of her neck and he kisses her once again. “Go ahead.”

He helps her line up with her core before she lowers herself down on him making them both moan, her head falling against his shoulder.

“Fuck Y/n, you’re so tight.” He groans, grabbing both of her hips.

After a moment she starts to grind against him and he uses his hold on her to help her bounce. She throws her head back as this angle is completely different from how it was with Chan.

“Felix.” She whimpers as he continues to help move her against him, he now thrusting up into her as well. “I don’t think I’m gonna last long.”

And he knows he won't either, both of them having been needy the whole time he was carrying her. “I know baby, I won't either with how you’re squeezing around me.”

The omega gasps loudly when he hits a certain spot in her making her see stars and he continues to thrust there knowing she’s so close. He grabs the back of her neck again pulling her to him and kisses her passionately, their moans being muffled by each other's lips.

Felix pulls away when he feels her walls clench around him and he dives into her neck, biting the other side from Chan's mark and she cums around him as he continues to thrust up into her to help her ride it out. A few more deep thrusts and he’s releasing inside her, biting even harder on her neck causing her to moan loudly.

Once his high is over he lets go of her neck and licks the blood away before looking up at her. “You did so good.”

“Can I bite you too?” She’s breathless as she keeps looking at the spot on his neck wanting to make the bites even on both sides.

“Go ahead.” He tilts his head and she leans down to his neck.

First she smells his gland loving his scent before looking at his neck and deciding on the perfect spot just below the third bite on the left side of his neck. She licks it before biting down, gaining a groan from him. She keeps her teeth buried in his neck for a few moments before finally releasing and looks at it in awe. She purrs at knowing she’s been claimed by two of her mates now and has gotten to claim them as well.

“God I love you Y/n.” He looks at her lovingly and kisses her lips again.

“Dinners ready.” A voice calls from the path leading to the house and they look to see it’s Hyunjin and he’s shocked when he notices their clothes on the beach and sees the position they’re in. “Did you go skinny dipping without me? How dare.”

The two omegas laugh at how dramatic he’s being and Felix moves to get up. “Let’s go before he strips and tries to join us.”

She lets him help her up. “Felix.” She stops him before he could walk away. “I love you too.”

He smiles at her and kisses her one more time before they walk back up to the beach, glad Hyunjin had already started walking back up the path towards the house.

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blankdyean · 15 hours ago

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teehee the description and the details ab his physique and allat shit going on had me frothing in the mouth I DO NOT fear 🗣🤚🏼🧎🏻‍♀️

“Clever Fox”

✧�� 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✧꡴ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 - 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭)

✧꡴ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 - 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧

✧꡴ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 - 𝟐.𝟖𝐊

✧꡴ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝐝𝐮𝐡), 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐨𝐦/𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭!𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧, 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐩𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 (?)

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝...

✢ - 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

✢ - 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦

✢ - @innieseong

✧꡴ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 ! (𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 :𝟑)

✧꡴

For the 3rd time, you press the door bell.

No answer.

You quickly whip out your phone and access your contacts, scrolling down until you find Jeongin's name. You had exchanged numbers a few days ago when yall became biology lab partners, and since then, you guys had exchanged only a few texts. As you looked at your previous conversation, you noticed that it was Jeongin who had started the exchange, but only to send his address and how his house looked. Nothing that interested you at all. Standing in front of his door, you shoot him a message.

Y/N: I’m here..

2 minutes later and still nothing.

Y/N: Hellooo??

Sighing, you put your phone in your pocket and look at the door once more before leaving. You forced yourself to believe he didn’t want to work with you. You turn back to your car, feeling a mix of disappointment and irritation. Suddenly, you hear a faint crash, as if something had been knocked over, come from somewhere above you. Specifically inside the same very house that you assumed was empty.

Your ears perk up, trying to catch anything else. You look up and notice the window on the left side of the 2 story house. The window appeared to be open, with the curtains pulled back. As you stand there, trying to make sense of what’s going on, you hear another faint noise coming from the open window. It’s muffled, but it sounds like something, or someone speaking.

You hesitate for a moment, debating whether to mind your business or not, but eventually curiosity gets the best of you. You walk over to the door and pause when you reach it. You swallow the lump in your throat as you hesitantly, with shaky hands grab hold of the knob and twist it. Much to your surprise, the door is unlocked.

Your heart sinks as reasons as to why his front door was unlocked came rushing in your head. Was he ok? Did someone break in? Where is he? You twist the door knob all the way and open the door, a cold rush of air smacking you in the face. Carefully stepping inside the house, quietly closing the door behind you.

The hallway is dimly lit, and you strain your eyes to see in the faint light. Glancing around, you notice a staircase on the opposite side of the narrow hall, leading up to the second floor. You lift your foot and take a tentative step forward, heading towards the stair case. The sound of your own footsteps echoing through the emptiness seems louder than it should be.

Climbing the staircase, you can hear muffled sounds coming from the first door on the left side of the upstairs hallway. Up the stairs, you slowly walk toward the door and the muffled sounds begin to get somewhat louder. You wouldn’t be able to hear it if you weren’t concentrating.

Nearing the door, your heart beats just a tad bit faster. The door seems to be ajar, leaving a tiny small gap and the frame. Your curiosity runs deep as you press your eye between the door and the frame, hoping jeongin was inside and well.

From what you can see, the space is dimly lit, with the window curtains slightly askew, allowing a sliver of sunlight to filter in, like you had saw outside. The room is dominated by a King-sized bed, disheveled with rumpled sheets and pillows strewn about. The walls screamed jeongin. There were pictures of what you’re assuming was his family and posters of rock, pop bands everywhere. Even Pokémon.

But that’s not what caught your eyes though. Far from it.

In the center of the bed, you see a shirtless Jeongin, his lean and muscular body revealed. His back slightly arched off the bed, his eyes closed, a look of intense concentration etched on his face. His veiny hand is moving beneath the waistband of his shorts slowly, as if teasing himself, his other hand gripping his dark blue bed sheet. His chest rises and falls with each sharp breath, and beads of sweat glisten on his pale skin. He opens his fox eyes and they immediately go to the computer screen that was laying on his bed.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him in awe. Never in a million years would you ever think you’d see something like this in broad daylight. Let alone jeongin. Your eyes lids flutter as Jeongin's face gets flushed, with sweat glistens on his collarbone and between each of his abs. You could see the print of him in his shorts as he stroked himself slowly as he watched whatever it was he was looking at.

With each stroke, Jeongin’s body trembles and his hips thrust into his hand beneath the shorts, cute and throaty groans were coming from his parted lips. Those groans shot straight to your core, thighs mindlessly pressing together. You wanted to see him. To see the cock that he was stroking. You felt ashamed of yourself. You came over to work on a project, not ogle him as he touched himself.

But.. you can’t look away.

As if he read your mind, his body arches off the bed as he slips his hand out of his boxers, the shape of his cock throbbing and begging for release under his thin shorts. His hands move with urgency as he grabs each side of his shorts with both his hands and pulls them down to his thighs. His lower half is now exposed, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs, quickly being pushed down to his thighs as well.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip, feeling the way your heart raced. A flicker of his cock as it springs free from its confines, thick and throbbing, made your breath catch in your throat, lady parts clenching in response to such an exotic sight.

His erection stood firm, his pale pink tip begging for attention as a clear substance leaked around it. You couldn't help but imagine how it would feel, how it would taste. You couldn't help but shift around by the door, your hand slowly trailing up your body, towards your chest. You weren’t surprised when you felt your pebbled nipples straining against your thin yellow tank, eyes never leaving Jeongin.

Jeongin let his hand slowly wander down to his cock, tracing his fingers along the length of it, his touch gentle yet firm. His breathing hitched as his fingers wrap around his thick, slightly palish pink shaft.

You could see some of his precum dripping down to his full balls, the sensation making him thrust into his hand once, his eyes focused on himself. His hand wrapped around his cock fully, his long fingers covering his whole base. His left thumb circling the tip in slow, teasing circles as presses his thumb against it.

"Ah, fuck," he breathed out, his hips thrusting into his hand once more. "A-ah... Y/N..." he whimpered, voice cracking with need. "I can't... I need...Ungh!" Stifled whimpers tumbled from his lips as he worked himself faster, desperately chasing release. By now, your panties were soaked, thighs trembling as you rubbed them together. Jeongin’s cries stirred a molten ache deep in your core. You bit your lip hard, fighting back a moan from hearing your name on his pretty tongue.

Suddenly, jeongins eyes flutters open as if he could sense your presence. He turns his head and spots you, frozen in his doorway, eyes glued to his throbbing cock. A mix of shock and arousal flashes across his face as you both make eye contact, both of you guys stunned. "Shit! Y/N? W-what are you doing here?" He stammers, quickly moving to cover himself with his hands. But he makes no move to get up off the bed. His hand covers his base but you could still very much see the tip.

You turn your head away, clearling your throat as if you haven’t been watching him this entire time. There was an uncomfortable silence stretched across his room and from where you stood. The awkward silence stretches between yall, neither moving nor speaking. You guild your eyes away from your left shoe and slowly back towards Jeongin.

Much to your surprise, he was already staring at you, eyes filled with something you couldn’t pinpoint. With a shaky breath and cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, he speaks, “I-I wasn't... I mean, I didn't expect you to just—" he stammers again "This isn't what it looks like-“

You raise an eyebrow, glad for the atmosphere change. “Oh, really? Because.. if you ask me, it almost sounds to me like you were just.. touching yourself.. to me?” The look on your face didn’t match with your tone and as much as you wanted to seem serious, you couldn’t help but find this situation.. funny.

Definitely erotic.

Before you could stop yourself, you open the door a bit wider and step inside. You keep your gaze on jeongin as you shut the door behind you. You walk towards his desk, which was on the left side of his bed, where you could get a solid view on him. He still had his hand covering his junk, with his chest still in view.

Never in your wildest dreams ..

You sit down on the side of his bed.

“No need to be embarrassed, Jeongin," You say, hesitating before reaching out to brush a stray, black lock of hair from his forehead. He hisses at the contact. "We all have needs. There's nothing wrong with taking care of yourself, hell I’m not even supposed to be in your house." You giggle at the last part.

His fox eyes were so sincere and pretty that you had to force yourself from gazing into them for so long. They were so hypnotizing, that you almost spilled all your secrets to him, especially about that very crush you had on him. But you guess it probably wouldn’t be so bad, considering the situation.

"This isn't... I wasn't..." Again, he stammers, struggling to find the right words. You glance down to see that his cock was still painfully hard, straining against his hand as he tried desperately to cover himself. "I don’t want you to see me like this. It's embarrassing." His low and husky voice sent a shiver through your body.

"I'm sorry," He whispered, his voice barely audible. "I know it's weird. I just... I can't stop. I can’t stop thinking about you. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is your face. Your body. It's driving me crazy, nuts, even."

Jeongin’s confession hangs heavy in the air between you both. Your heart races at his admission, a thrill running through you at knowing you affect him so deeply. You could see the conflict in his eyes - the desire warring with the embarrassment and uncertainty.

Slowly, deliberately, you lean in closer, your breasts hidden behind your tank, presses against his arm. The heat of his skin seeps through the thin fabric of your top, making your nipples harden in response. You let out a soft, breathy sigh, lips mere inches from his ear.

"Jeongin..." You whisper, your voice low and sultry. "Again, There's no need to be embarrassed. It's only natural to crave what you want...to long for someone so badly it consumes your thoughts."

Your hands trails down from his forehead, ghosting over his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing. You let your fingers dance along his v-line, teasing at the sensitive skin just above his hipbone. His eyes flutter shut as he lets out a small sigh, his body shuddering as he slowly uses his hips to slowly thrust against his hands, that he was supposedly supposed to be using to hide his cock from you.

“F-fuck.. Y/N, I can’t hold back anymore.. It hurts.” He opens his hooded eyes to look at you, proving his point. You glanced down at his fingers to see that his hand was fully wrapped around his cock and was slowly rubbing himself, his thumb against his sticky slit.

It was all so Raw.

Knowing you had his utmost attention, you reached down and slipped off your top, followed by your bra. You needed to have him comfortable, if he had his Willy out, you might as well take your cherries out. He lets out a gasp and his hand increasing at a steady pace as he stares at your breast. You grab his unattended hand and guild it up to your right breast and he immediately gives it a firm squeeze, letting out a guttural groan.

You bite your lip as he fondles your breast, his eyes never leaving your chest as he jerks himself. You couldn’t help but let your hand trail down his body, past his happy trail and right on top of his hand. You cupped his hand, following the movements he was doing to himself. His head drops back, his breath catches in his throat as your hand joins him. You watch in awe as your hand wraps around his veiny base and gasp at how it twitches in your grasp.

Jeongin’s head falls back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on the exquisite sensation of your small hand wrapped around his aching cock. His hips thrust up into your grip, seeking more of that delicious friction. His fox eyes flutter shut, long lashes casting spiky shadows on his flushed cheeks. Trembling thighs fall open in shameless invitation, baring his most intimate places to your hungry gaze.

"Ahh... Your hand, S-shit," he whimpers, voice cracking with desperation. "Fuck, faster... Please."

Coherent words fail him as jolts of electric pleasure radiate from where you stroke him. Jeongin's lean body undulates sinuously, back arching off the mattress. Modest chest heaves with panting breaths, pebbled nipples standing out in stark relief against his pale skin. The dusky points beg for the wet heat of your mouth.

One slim hand fists in the sheets, knuckles going white. The other still wrapped around your breast, palming and squeezing like his life depends on it.

Jeongin's cock twitches and pulses in your grip, weeping copious amounts of pre-cum. The musky scent of his arousal perfumes the air, stoking the flames of your own desire. He's so hard it looks painful, the thick shaft throbbing in time with his racing heartbeat. His hips buck upwards with a sharp thrust, fucking into the tight channel created by your hands. Lewd squelching noises fill the room as you work him over, driving him quickly towards the edge.

"Fuck, Y/N," he pants, voice strained with pleasure. "Feels so good... Don't stop, please don't stop."

His cock is an angry red, veins bulging along the thick length. Perly pre-cum dribbles steadily from the flushed tip, coating your fingers and making the glide deliciously slick. Jeongin’s whole body trembles, muscles taut and coiled like a spring ready to snap. His breathing grows ragged, punctuated by needy whimpers and moans. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room as he thrusts into your hand with wild abandon, making your bite your lip.

One of his hands slides down to join yours at the base of his cock. He wraps long, slender fingers around your wrist, fingers interlacing as you stroke him together. The added friction sends sparks of white-hot pleasure shooting up his spine.

"Y/N, I'm gonna... F-fuck!" he warns through gritted teeth as his climax hits him like a freight train, back arching so sharply it almost hurts. His toes curling from the sheer force of his orgasm. Thick strings of pearlescent cum erupt from his twitching cock, striping and splattering his torso and flat stomach in a seemingly, endless flow. The creamy fluid drips down his defined abs, pooling in his navel.

You watch as his hips buck erratically, riding out the waves of pleasure crashing over him. His hand tightening around your wrist, guiding your strokes as he chases every last drop. When the final shudder wracks through him, he collapses back against the mattress, spent.

Cheeks flushed and eyes glazed, Jeongin looks utterly debauched. His black hair is mussed, sticking to his damp forehead. Cum glistens on his skin, a lewd reminder of his climax. He pants heavily, struggling to catch his breath.

His spent cock gives a valiant twitch as you continue to lazily stroke him through the aftermath.

"That was... fuck, amazing," He pants, slowly coming back to himself. Hazy, brown eyes open to gaze at you adoringly. "you’re amazing"

You stare down at him with a genuine smile, your eyes filled with a deep sense of joy. You lean down and gently kiss him on his temple, a gasp coming from his slightly parted lips. He gazes up at you with wide, hopeful eyes when you pull away.

“I hope you don’t think we’re done, because we’re far from it.”

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thehereticdiaries · 2 days ago

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Pack Mentality: Chapter Three

Chapter Summary: You upgrade your phone and return to your parents' house to pack. Chan has some choice words for your father. You get some one-on-one time with the pack alpha.

Warnings: Implied slut-shaming

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Later that night, you climbed into bed next to Felix. The blonde lent you a t-shirt and sweats to wear to sleep. You had to tie the drawstring on the pants super tight to keep them from falling off. You practically laid on top of your fellow omega, tucking your nose into his collarbone.

“Hey Felix?” He hummed in acknowledgment. “I don’t want to be rude, but why don’t you and Chan share a room?”

“Normally we do. Jeongin was a late bloomer, he only just presented as an alpha a few months ago. I swapped rooms with him for a bit so Chan can help him adjust to his new instincts.” The current room arrangements paired Chan with Jeongin, Changbin with Hyunjin, Minho with Jisung, and finally the room you were in now: Seungmin and Felix.

“Hey, you should get some sleep,” Seungmin announced after shutting the door behind him. You were only a little jealous of how cozy his sleep pants looked. “You went through a lot today, and you have a lot to do tomorrow.”

“I know.” The beta leaned over Felix to press a quick kiss to your temple, then settled into his own bed. “Seungmin?”

“What’s up, love?”

“Thank you, for everything.”

It took Felix over ten minutes to drag you out of bed. It was already later in the morning, so you had to get ready to head out right after leaving the warm cocoon of blankets. You changed into your jeans from yesterday and a clean sweater from Minho.

“Come on, Chan’s probably bugging out cus we’re leaving later than he wanted to,” Felix snickered. Sure enough, the pack alpha was pacing the kitchen. He seriously wanted to get this over with so you could finally be rid of your father. You were handed a granola bar and corralled out the door.

Getting your phone upgraded and on to the pack’s plan was fairly easy, albeit extremely tedious. You were in the store for nearly an hour and a half. By the end of it, you were bored out of your mind. Since your dad didn’t allow any social media accounts (every new tidbit of information about your dad pissed your pack members off even more), you watched Felix scroll through his. Finally, you exited the store with an iPhone 15 wrapped in a floral case and screen protector. You used your old phone to let your mom know you were on your way.

“Hi, honey!” Your mom swung the door open before you could even take your keys out of your pocket.

“Hi mom,” you smiled at her. “These are my friends Chan, Felix, and Changbin. They’re gonna help me pack and get my stuff to the new apartment.”

“Oh, Ji-ah couldn’t come?” You shook your head. The worry was evident on her face, and it made you feel even worse about lying to her.

“She’s getting her own boxes unpacked,” you explained. “I’ll introduce you soon, I promise.” Your mom stepped to the side so you could come in.

“Your father’s in the kitchen, you should go say hi.” Chan tensed at your side. “We have some boxes in the garage, I’ll show your friends where they are.”

“I can go with Y/N, I’m sure her dad would like to know that we’re gonna take good care of her.” Felix rested his hand on your lower back.

“Her and Ji-ah, I hope,” your mom teased.

“Of course, ma’am. We actually live on the floor above them, so if you’d like any of our phone numbers please let us know,” Chan offered. Your mom perked up a bit, nodding and taking out her phone as she led the alphas to the garage. Your dad leaned against the counter, sipping on a cup of coffee.

“Well, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you back so soon. You must be real excited to be the shiny new toy for those alpha boys,” he smirked over the rim of the mug. Felix’s face hardened, a complete contrast to his gentle hands taking your old phone.

“Here, you can have this piece of shit back.” Felix approached your dad and threw the phone on the counter next to him. Your dad glared at the phone, then at Felix.

“You better watch your fucking tone with me, omega,” he sneered and slammed his mug on the counter. Coffee spilled over the side and onto your old phone. Felix didn’t falter under the intensity of your father. The blonde tilted his head, baring his teeth in challenge.

“Or what?” Your dad clenched his fists at his sides and took a step toward Felix. You held your breath.

“The boxes are ready!” You thanked every god you could think of when your mom poked her head into the kitchen. It was like flipping a switch. At the sight of your mom, your dad’s demeanor instantly turned friendly.

“If you ever need any help, you know we’re just a phone call away.” Your dad ruffled your hair and stalked over to his home office. You took a deep, shuddering breath before leading Felix to your room. Chan and Changbin were already inside with boxes set up.

“I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything,” your mom said as she closed the door.

“I fucking hate your dad,” Felix scoffed after your mom’s footsteps faded.

“What did he do?” Chan bristled. A muscle twitched in Chan’s neck as he ground his teeth.

“Called our omega a “shiny new toy” then tried to intimidate me,” Felix shrugged. Chan scoffed, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

“Can we please just pack so we can leave?” You pleaded, already tense from the confrontation in the kitchen. They nodded, silently moving to put your entire life into cardboard boxes. You paused in the middle of folding a t-shirt. “What are we going to do about my furniture? My mom thinks I’m moving into an apartment, I can’t just leave it here.

“I can have a moving company take them later in the week. Whether we put it in storage or donate it is up to you,” Chan offered without looking up from your photo album. Inside were dozens of photos from when you were young, before you presented as an omega. You looked like a perfect family. You rarely went through that album anymore. The memories made your heart ache too much.

After an hour, you had all of your essentials loaded into five boxes. You tried to help Chan and Changbin carry them out to the SUV, but they were having none of it. You and Felix leaned on the hood of the car. Your mom approached and engulfed you in a tight hug. Felix rubbed circles on your shoulders while you exchanged teary goodbyes.

“If you need anything please let me know,” your mom urged. She cupped your face in her hands.

“I will, I promise.” You covered one of her hands with your own. She smiled, a mix of pride and sadness welling in her chest.

“When did my baby girl get so grown up?” You dug yourself back into her neck, basking in her comforting scent for what might be the last time for a while.

Your dad stood in front of the door, arms crossed but a neutral look adorning his face. Changbin was getting the last box into the trunk, so Chan took the opportunity to talk to your dad.

“Can I give you a piece of advice, man to man?” Chan shoved his hands into his pockets. Your dad raised an eyebrow.

“I’d hardly call you a man, but I’ll humor you.” Chan’s easy-going posture immediately straightened out so he stood at his full height. He glowered down at your father, eyes cold and steely. He leaned closer, invading your dad’s space.

“Don’t ever fuck with my omegas,” he growled low in his chest. Chan stepped back, satisfied with the hint of fear swimming in your dad’s eyes. With one final goodbye to your mom, the four of you climbed into the car and drove off toward the dorms. Felix messaged the group chat to let everyone know you were almost home. You pulled into a parking spot and were met with Minho, Jeongin, and Seungmin waiting to help unload the car.

“Is this everything?” Jeongin asked. “Only five boxes?” You nodded sheepishly. The young alpha shrugged and lifted one of the boxes, followed quickly by the other non-omegas.

“Where should I put everything?” You looked at Chan once in the elevator.

“For now, try to keep the boxes mostly packed. You may not want your own bed, but we’ll have to get you a dresser for yourself.” He nudged you with his elbow. You hummed in affirmation. Your boxes were stacked in the corner of Seungmin and Felix’s room.

“I’ll get lunch started,” Minho said mostly to himself as he moved to the kitchen. Everyone followed suit, but you stopped Chan by tugging the back of his shirt.

“Everything alright?” He ran a hand down your arm, stopping to hold the hand on his shirt.

“Yea, but can we talk for a minute?” Chan closed the door and sat next to you on Felix’s bed. He rested a hand on your knee. “I heard what you said to my dad before we left.”

“I was hoping you didn’t, but I can’t say I regret doing it,” he admitted with a squeeze to your knee. You leaned your chin on his shoulder.

“I’m not upset. I’m telling you because it made me really happy to hear you call me your omega.” You felt his smile when he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You are my omega.” You forced down the purr that threatened to rise in the back of your throat.

“I want the pack bond,” you blurted out before you lost your spark of confidence. Chan pulled you back by your shoulders, meeting your eyes with an intensity you weren’t expecting.

“Are you absolutely sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured to–”

“Chan,” you interrupted his rant. His lips pressed into a thin line. “I thought about it the entire ride back here. I’m not doing this because I feel obligated. I want it.” His face softened. He looked at you with a fierce tenderness you’d never seen in anyone. His hands trailed up to your jaw, running his thumb across your heated cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” You nodded without hesitation. His first kiss was feather-light, giving you an opportunity to pull back if you wanted to. When you didn’t, he pressed further into you, one hand cupping the back of your neck and the other resting on your waist. His tongue darted out against your bottom lip, and you parted them so he could lick into your mouth. You squeaked when he nipped at your lip. He breathed out a laugh at your reactions, moving from your mouth down to the sensitive skin under your ear. His kisses were hot and heavy as he worked his way to your scent gland, already addicted to the taste of you.

“Ready?” He mumbled against your neck. You nodded, heart racing against your ribcage. “I need words, baby.”

“I’m ready, please, Chan.” He licked over your gland one last time. Then his teeth sunk into your skin, sending a rush of emotions down your spine. You couldn't stop the quiet moan that fell from your lips. He bit down harder, then pulled back to soothe the fresh wound with his tongue. Once he was satisfied, he leaned back to admire the bite and your sappy, dazed expression.

“Your turn,” Chan smiled and pulled his t-shirt to the side, revealing overlapping bond marks. You copied his actions, littering his neck with soft kisses. He gripped the comforter to hold himself back. Finally, you bit down to add a mark of your own to his collection. You released your hold on his gland and before you could lap at the blood seeping from the new mark, Chan kissed you again hard. His fingers skimmed under the hem of your shirt. This was when your stomach decided to interrupt with a loud grumble.

“Sorry,” you giggled and rested your forehead against his. Chan pressed another quick kiss to your lips before pulling you up and out to the kitchen. To say the others were excited about your new bond would be the understatement of the century. You were practically drowned in the pack’s kisses, only saved by food being set on the table.

A week flew by and you were happier than you’ve ever been in the past couple of years. There was only one thing lingering in the back of your mind. Your heat was getting closer and you had yet to tell Chan what you wanted to do. It wasn’t on purpose, but between their schedule and your classes you didn’t have time to talk to him. Your opportunity arose when everyone except for you, Chan, and Hyunin went out to get drinks at a bar down the street. You softly knocked on the door to Chan and Jeongin’s room. The former twisted around in his office chair, pulling his headphone down to rest on his neck.

“Hey, love, you doing alright?”

“Yes, but I do need to tell you something.” You stepped further into the room, hesitating by the end of the desk. He patted his lap and held his arms open for you. After you made yourself comfortable you hyped yourself up to say what was on your mind.

“Okay, I thought about what you told me on my first night here.” You paused, trying to word this correctly. “I’ve decided that I want your help. I don’t want to be alone for my heat”

“I’m not gonna lie, I was really hoping you’d say that,” Chan smirked at your blush. You flicked his forehead.

“I’m not done!” You huffed. He raised his eyebrows at your bold teasing. You averted your gaze to your lap. “I also want your claim.” He inhaled sharply, dropping his head to your shoulder for a brief moment before turning your face back to his with a finger under your chin.

“Darling, I would be more than happy to do both of those for you. We’ll go to the sanctuary hotel to get a room set up.” You furrowed your brows.

“We both need to go? Wait, why are we even going to a hotel?”

“We’re going to the hotel because if anyone interrupts I might start throwing punches.” Your jaw dropped.

“What?!”

“Sorry.” Chan winced. “That was meant to be a joke.” You visibly relaxed. “But in all seriousness, we’re going because I don’t want you overwhelmed by everyone. This will be your first heat with us and it’s very soon after we met. I’d like to give you more time to settle in before more than one of us are there for your heat.” Your face turned bright red at the implication.

“O-okay, but I still don’t know why we both need to go to set up the reservation.”

“You have to sign some paperwork to confirm that I’m allowed in your room. They take the safety of the omegas very seriously. No alpha or beta is allowed past the reception desk without verifying their ID and getting checked by security.”

“Oh, wow, that’s actually really nice,” you commented. “When can we go?” Chan smiled with a look in his eye reserved for you and Felix. He captured your lips with his own for a quick but sweet kiss.

“We’ll go on Monday.” He patted your hip. “You wanna stay here or hang out with Hyunjin?” You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck.

“Here.”

“I gotta warn you, it’s gonna be boring since I’m just working on some new mixes.” You borderline purr against his neck. He pecked your forehead and slid his headphones back on, focusing on his PC and enjoying your warmth.

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fireboltposts · 3 days ago

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"Can I bite that lip ?"

A/N : So B/N stands for your Stray Kids bias' name. Only a little suggestive. Picture credit goes to the owner.

• You and B/N were at your apartment on a Thursday night. Y'all had dinner together and now you were in your bedroom.

• You sat and cuddled up under the blanket with your phone in your hand whereas he had some pending work on his laptop related to their next comeback.

• He was wearing a black hoodie and looked super cuddly. B/N was laser-focused on the screen, his brow furrowed as he typed something, but you couldn’t stop sneaking glances at him from time to time.

• His concentration was magnetic, but it was his lips, soft and slightly parted,that really caught your attention.

• You bit your lip, debating whether you should say what was on your mind. Then you thought, why not ?

• "Can I bite that lip ?"

• B/N froze mid-typing, his hand hovering above the laptop keyboard. He turned to you slowly, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What, what did you just say ?"

• "“You heard me (his nickname) ,” you said, leaning back with a smirk.

• "You’re joking." He let out a nervous laugh and smiled shyly, but his flushed cheeks betrayed his surprise.

• "I...uh...I don’t know how to respond to that", he said, unsure if he should laugh or gape dumbly at you.

• You leaned in closer, you face just inches away from his. "Scared ?", you asked, smirking.

• "N-no of course not. Are you serious ?", he still couldn't believe this was happening although deep down he was very happy and outside he was just as flustered, as he ran a hand through his hand.

• "What do you think ?"

• B/N opened his mouth to reply but before he could say anything else, you closed the distance between you. Gently, but boldly, you leaned in and brushed your lips gently to his soft ones at first and then bit his lower lip, tugging it slightly, slowly but sensually, before pulling back.

• The room fell silent except for the noise from the streets that came in through the open window. B/N stared at you, his lips parted and his breath shallow. His hand instinctively went to his mouth, touching the spot where your teeth had grazed.

• "You okay there?" you asked, grinning at his stunned expression.

• "You actually did it," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "I didn't think you'd actually --".

• "Is that a complaint ?", you smirked.

• "Not at all," he murmured, still staring at you like you were the most unpredictable person he’d ever met. " You're going to be the death of me you know".

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midnighthazee · 2 days ago

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Greenridge ABO Series

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Warnings: Fluff, Angst, a little smut, 18+ MDNI, Male x male, explicit language, fear, pet names, mention of needles, mentions of past trauma/abuse/neglect

WC: 4424

Chapter 8

You rolled over in your bed, feeling cozy and warm as your arm stretched and laid on a pillow. This was a firm pillow…and it was warm. You picked up on a heartbeat and breathing next to you. You gasped, popping your eyes open. Turning you see Chan laying next to you, looking lovingly at you. It melted your racing heart.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

His scent washed over you, his calming pheromones relaxing the tension in your muscles. He was laying on top of the covers, a respectful distance away.

“What are you doing here?” you question, unable to hide the worry in your tone at being in the same bed and vulnerable.

“I hadn’t seen you all day.” He pouted, moving slowly as he tucked some hair behind your ear. “Plus you were whimpering a little. You’ve been kinda restless.”

He had been watching you sleep like a creep?

“What?” he asked at the sight of your furrowed brows.

“How long have you been in here?”

“Ummm… maybe a few hours.” he smiled sheepishly.

You shifted under the covers, moving away slightly. As you breathed in his scent, you realized you had been missing him too. The only people you ever find yourself missing are your parents and younger brother. This must be part of the soulmate bond - you crave their closeness and miss them when they’re gone.

Chan picked up on your nervousness and moved to stand. He fixed your sheets and smiled at you. “The doctor is here. She wants to check on how you're healing and ask more questions.”

“Okay.” you say, pushing the sheets off and standing.

A dull pain in your ankle reminded you of yesterday’s events. It was almost healed, thankfully so that was good news.

“How’s the ankle? Minho told me what happened.” Chan was at your side, ready to help should you need it.

“A lot better. I can walk without limping.” you say, rotating it in a circle.

“Good. How was the lake?”

“So pretty. And lots of fun!” You exclaimed. “I really like swimming.”

“Well we should go more often. I want to go next time.” Chan smiled warmly at you. “I missed you.”

You blush, too nervous to admit you missed him too.

“Get dressed. I’ll see you downstairs.” He spoke, hesitating briefly before leaning slightly down and kissing your forehead.

Your heart fluttered, your stomach flipping. He had such an affect on you - one you weren’t used to but liked. He left with a smile and you noticed Jisung’s shirt at the foot of your bed. It barely held his smell anymore so you decided to wear it for the day and give it back. Then he could have your scent.

After brushing your teeth, you put on a sports bra and some leggings, Jisung’s shirt and some socks before heading downstairs. As you made your way down the hall, you heard noises coming from Felix’s room. You tiptoed closer, putting your ear to the door, slapping your hand over your mouth as you realized.

“Fuck. You feel so good. Ah…” Felix moaned.

“Faster, please.” It was Jisung, his voice desperate and whiney.

Felix was pounding Jisung in missionary, hands rubbing all over the fellow beta’s body. He pinched his nipples, as Jisung returned the favor. Felix leaned down, kissing him messily as he snapped his hips at a faster pace.

“I want to feel you… all of you.” Felix growled.

“Mmm, Lix…fuck.”

They were a mess of whines, whimpers, and moans as they held each other close. So desperate to feel more and make each other cum again, this having gone on for nearly an hour. They were covered in each other’s cum, the sheets too, and yet they wouldn’t stop - both so sensitive and needy. It was pathetic but arousing at the same time to hear two subs pleasing each other. Not that they didn’t have their dom moments, Felix more so than Jisung, but that was not the case this morning.

You felt a throb between your legs, urging you to join them. This never happened with the Nykos - you never felt them turn you on. But here? With the Greenridge pack? Let’s just say, it was surprising your heat hadn’t shown up already with all the testosterone and arousal wafting in the air. You squeezed your thighs together but remembered the doctor was waiting.

You descended the stairs, you realized the warm yummy smell of breakfast was not welcoming you. You pouted at the thought of no breakfast as you came into the kitchen.

Chan was there, looking in the fridge as Doctor Quinn sat at the island. She smiled at you, standing up from her seat.

“Morning.” She greeted. “You look much better than when I saw you a couple days ago.”

“Thanks.” you look to the floor.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Chan asked.

You shrugged.

“Minho is with Jeongin so we didn’t do the spread today.” Chan ran his fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay.”

“You haven’t eaten yet? Well that’s good for the blood draw.” Doctor Quinn smiles. “Shall we get started while Chan makes some breakfast for you?”

You look over at Chan who’s pulling out different ingredients before nodding. Following Doctor Quinn downstairs, you pause in the doorway to the med room. You weren’t a fan of this room and could do without it. But alas, you step inside, looking around warrily.

“I heard you might have sprained your ankle and scraped the side of your leg. But you seem to be walking well.” she noted.

“Yes. It feels much better.” you say.

“And how are the boys treating you?” “Good.”

“Just good?” she raises an eyebrow at you.

You smile, blushing. “Wonderful.” “Glad to hear it. Because otherwise I would be beating them up.” She smiles. “Step on the scale. Let me get your current weight.”

You step up and she weighs you before having you sit on the patient chair. She takes your vitals and inspects your ankle before asking you to remove your pants so she can see the scrap. It was slightly bruised but the skin was no longer broken or bleeding. And your ankle was no longer swollen.

“Your injuries from yesterday are healing very nicely. Your other injuries are completely gone and no scars.” she reported. “I’m just going to draw some blood and ask a few questions.”

She pulled out a needle and test tubes, making you panic. You were not a fan of needles, the Nykos drugging you often. If you weren’t compliant enough for their guests, you got a sedative. Fighting back or mouthing off to them and you got a sedative.

Doctor Quinn turned around and gave you a sympathetic smile. “I know needles can be scary. But I’m going to use this butterfly catheter which is more comfortable and just fill these three tubes with some of your blood. I’m not injecting you with anything. You have nothing to worry about.”

You swallow, but nod, taking a deep breath. “Okay.”

She ties off your arm and cleans your inner elbow, telling you to make a fist. She finds the right spot and lines up the needle telling you to take a deep breath in. You do as she asks, and when she asks you to exhale, she quickly stabs the needle in. It was so quick it didn’t really hurt.

“See. Easy.” she smiled.

You couldn’t help but watch what she was doing. She was seamless in her movements, her expertise obvious. Not even a minute later, she was pulling out the needle and having you hold gauze to your arm. It was only for a few seconds so the prick could heal.

“Now tell me,” she said, clipboard in hand and taking notes. “When was your last heat?”

You looked down, twiddling your fingers and shrugging.

“You don’t know?”

“I only ever had one…that I remember anyway.” you mumble.

“You’re twenty three, correct?”

You nod and she writes some notes down.

“Don’t worry. The stress that your body went through with the Nykos is probably the contributing factor. I would like to do a pelvic exam though, just to make sure everything looks alright down there.”

Your eyes went wide. Surely she didn’t mean what you were thinking.

“Y/n?”

“No.” you said, squeezing your eyes shut. “No. NO!”

She reached out to touch your arm, but you flinched, knocking over the tray next to you.

“Don’t touch me!” you growled.

Chan was there in an instant, having heard the commotion. He walked in to see you on the wall opposite of her.

“What happened?” he questioned.

Doctor Quinn cleared her throat. “I suggested a pelvic exam and she refused. I went to comfort her and she flinched.”

“Y/n? You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.” Chan comforted, his pheromones already calming you.

You shook your head.

“Okay. No pelvic exam. Can you please sit back down so I can continue my questions?” Doctor Quinn asked.

“Doc, maybe we should wa-” Chan begins to say.

“It’s okay.” you interrupt, kneeling to pick up the tools from the tray.

Chan bent down and helped you clean up. Once you were sitting back in the chair, he relaxed a bit.

“Want me to stay?” Chan asked.

“I’m fine.” you force a smile.

Chan studies you before conceding, leaving the room as he goes to finish breakfast.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.” Doctor Quinn said.

“I’m sorry…I um..I guess I just…” you swallow.

“You’re not over everything that’s happened. I get it. It will take time.”

“What’s your next question?”

After ten minutes of questions, Doctor Quinn urged you to go eat. She asked about your previous living situation, how often they sedated you, how they punished you, and if you experienced any symptoms of or was treated for any STDs. You kindly replied, “No I have not. And they wouldn’t have treated me if I did.”

She nodded, her lips pursed the whole time. She debriefed Chan on the basics but didn’t go into too much detail, not wanting to break confidentiality. But Chan needed to know some things as her alpha and future lover. If they wanted to conceive an heir one day, he would need to know the details. For now, they were in a report should they need the doctor’s help in taking down the Nykos.

After breakfast with Chan, Jisung, and Felix, you headed back up to your room. You looked at it with a pout, huffing. You didn’t like the blanket at the end because it was too scratchy. So you tossed it on the floor. And the curtains were icky - you swear the Nykos had the same ones. So you pulled those down, accidentally knocking down the whole rod. It made a loud thump heard by Jisung as he was heading to his room. He came down the hall and looked at you in amusement.

It was cute watching you study the room and get frustrated. You were trying to nest even though you didn’t know how or have supplies you liked. You pouted, crossing your arms at one point and he couldn’t hold in his laughter, making you jump.

“Why are you laughing?” you whined.

“You’re cute when you’re trying to nest.” Jisung stepped inside with a shrug.

“You all keep talking about ‘nests’. What is that?”

“It’s like your safe space. It’s made just for you, by you and is meant to bring you peace and comfort. You put a bunch of things you like in it and usually something with each pack member’s scent. When it’s done, you will feel comfortable and relaxed. Without a nest, one can get… anxious and restless.”

“Well it’s not that the room isn’t comfortable…”

“But…. It’s just not you?”

“There’s something missing… I just don’t know what.”

“I think it’s a lot of ‘somethings’. Should we go shopping today?”

“Shopping? Like at a mall?”

“Yes.” Jisung giggled. “Only if you want to.”

“I’ve never been shopping.” you mutter to yourself.

“Really?” Jisung is surprised. “Get your shoes. We are going.”

Before you can say anything, he’s gone. Shaking your head, you look around the room once more. It was unnerving and you didn’t know how to fix it. So you got your shoes on and headed downstairs ready to go “shopping.”

Jisung put on his shoes and headed into Chan’s office.

“Hey. I was going to take y/n shopping…” Jisung began.

“Ji, you can’t take her shopping right now.” He spoke without looking up from his papers. “If anyone sees her, they could bring her back to the Nykos. Her leaving the house is too dangerous.”

“I wasn’t going local…” Jisung argued. “And I’ll bring Felix and Changbin too. There will be three of us to protect her.”

“No.” Chan stated.

“Alpha…she needs to nest. She won’t feel comfortable and fully relax without one.” Chan finally looked up at him, so he continued. “I just saw her attempting to redecorate. She has no idea what she's doing. But she needs stuff she likes. You know that.”

Chan thought it over.

“She literally ripped the curtain rod from the wall…” Jisung gave Chan a look.

“Why can’t you just order it online?” Chan asked.

“She needs to feel it to know it’s right. You can’t feel it online.” Jisung explained.

Chan rolled his eyes. He knows she needs to nest. And she should have what she needs to do so. Omegas and Betas were heavy nesters but Omegas need it to thrive in their home. Chan sighed.

“Fine. Take Changbin and Felix with you. Where did you plan on going?”

“The outlets. They have some stores that would have what she needs for her room.”

“Let her get some clothes too. She’s going to need more.” Chan reached for his wallet. “Take the credit card, BUT….don’t go crazy.”

Jisung bowed under Chan’s harsh gaze before scurrying off to get Changbin and Felix from their rooms. Changbin groaned at being woken up but was eager to go out on the town. Felix of course was dressed and ready by the time Jisung got to his room.

They all came downstairs to find you sitting on the couch waiting. Felix hurried over, standing in front of you. You looked up at him, his smile infectious. You blushed, smiling back.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

“Is it a long walk again?” You whined.

“We aren’t walking. We are driving.” Changbin said amused.

“Oh. That’s good.” you mumbled.

When was the last time you were in a car? The Nykos never took you anywhere. It’s been over a decade but still… you don’t remember ever being in a car.

“I’ll drive.” Changbin stated, grabbing keys from the hook by the garage door.

You followed them into the garage, Changbin climbing into a four door jeep. It was dark green with mud splatters on the sides. The interior was black cloth as well as the soft top that was folded back.

“Shotgun!” Jisung called out and hurried over to the passenger side.

Felix opened the back door and you climbed in, looking around at the interior. Felix shut the door and walked around, climbing in next to you on the other side. The trunk had a flat cover to it, so its contents were not exposed with the top being folded back.

Felix put on his seatbelt, looking over at you watching him.

“It’s the thing behind you.” he informed.

You turned around and looked to find the strap behind you hanging. Pulling on it, it stretched. Felix took the end from your hand and clicked it into place.

“It’s to keep you safe.” Jisung smiled.

“How does it keep me safe?”

“In case the car…” Jisung started before Changbin hit his arm. “Well nevermind. Just trust us.”

The car started and they headed out of town to the outlets. You were nervous at first, Felix holding out his hand to you. You took it, squeezing if Changbin hit a bump or turned too fast. It also was a little unsettling on your stomach but that could have been more the nerves than motion sickness. But eventually you settled, enjoying the breeze in your hair and the sights. There had been so much beyond the pack properties, it was amazing.

It took a little over an hour to get there and when you did, you were buzzing with excitement. You got to go out into the world and see things. New smells, sights, sounds.

“Ready?” Changbin asked, turning off the car and looking at you through the rearview mirror.

You nodded eagerly.

“Just stay close, okay? And don’t go anywhere without at least one of us.” Changbin speaks firmly.

“Okay.” You say in a small voice.

With that, you head off to the stores. The first store was home decor themed. Inside you were overwhelmed with all the shiny decorations. So many fragile statues and trinkets, and in the middle, an array of pillows and blankets. You were so excited. Changbin pushed the cart around as you grazed your fingers over the soft textures.

“Pick what you like.” Jisung said. “We want you to make your nest how you want it.”

“I don’t know how I want it.” You complained.

“Just get what feels right to you.” Felix encourages.

So you took their suggestions and walked around the store, the three of them following you. They would pick things up and suggest them, but you shook your head at each one. You made it through the whole store, Changbin still pushing around an empty cart.

You groaned, squatting so your knees were to your chest, and hid your face. “This is so hard. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I think you’re stressing too much about it.” Jisung says.

You sigh, looking up. His face softens at the tears falling down your cheeks. He leans down and wipes them with his thumb.

“C’mon. Just me and you. We will walk the aisles again. Don’t worry about what I like or don’t like. It’s about what you like.”

You nod, standing.

You two walked back over, leaving Felix and Changbin in the chair aisle, and he guided you to the blankets. He told you to walk to the end of the row and see what jumps out at you. Sighing, you walk forward slowly and take in all the designs, fabrics, and colors.

You stop, pulling one that was tucked in between two oversized ones. It was a yellow knit made of soft yarn. It also had thick rows of cream in it to offset the yellow and fringes on the two long ends. Your eyes lit up and you smiled, feeling warm inside.

“This one.” you presented it to Jisung.

“You found one! I knew you could. Why this one?”

“Because the yellow reminds me of you and Felix.” you say with a big grin.

Jisung blushed. “It does?”

“Yes. You smell a little like lemons to me. And Felix is warm and bright…like sunshine.” you explained, Jisung saying ‘like sunshine�� in sync with you.

“Plus, this color in the fringes reminds me of Felix’s hair.” you giggle.

Jisung stares lovingly at you. “It kinda does.”

You hug the blanket to your chest.

“Should we keep looking?”

“I want little lights.” You say.

“We can do fairy lights.”

“Fairy lights?”

“That’s what they are called. I’ll show you.”

Jisung found the fairy lights, and you nodded your head excitedly. Then you made your way to the curtains. Jisung texted the other two to come over with the cart and you placed your stuff in.

After an hour and a half in this store, you had more pillows (neutral in color but some with fur) and a couple blankets along with your fairy lights and new curtains. You were excited and wanted to keep going. Changbin dropped those bags off at the car and you all went to the next store.

You were in awe of the store - it had everything. The boys got you some snacks, body care essentials, and you even got a rug and comforter for your room. They got you a bluetooth speaker and headphones as well since Jisung insisted you needed to learn all about music. You had heard a bit but the Nykos barely played any.

Then there was a plant nursery. You got a few potted plants, liking the idea of some greenery in your room. You even got some lavender and lemongrass too.

Jisung started complaining he was starving so you stopped at a pizza restaurant, sitting down to eat. You were overwhelmed with the smells, making you realize just how hungry you were. You had never had pizza before so he suggested a simple four cheese option. Changbin got meat lovers, Jisung pepperoni, and Felix got hawaiian.

When it finally arrived at the table, your mouth was watering. You all dug in immediately, savoring every bite. You moaned in pleasure. This was definitely your new favorite food. Everybody let you try theirs so you could see if you liked it. You liked everyone’s but you happily finished your whole twelve inch pizza.

“Well this is the most I think I’ve seen you eat.” Jisung comments.

“It’s so good.” you say with wide eyes, making everyone laugh.

After lunch was clothes shopping. You were unsure about the lady in the store measuring you but you allowed it. She gave you your sizes and then you bought some clothes you liked. Some were comfy lounge wear, some some bra and panties, and some were shirts. You even got a few swimsuits for the lake.

They took you to a few other stores to fill out your wardrobe. You even got a few books at the bookstore, intrigued to read some of the stories. And when they had too many bags for the trunk, Changbin called it quits. You even had to get a chair shipped since you didn’t have the space for it in the car. It was one of those floating macrame chairs that Changbin said he would install for you.

Once you got home, the boys helped you bring your bags to your room and left you to start. Chan had already fixed the curtain rod and removed the curtains, blanket, and whatever else was in what he assumed was the ‘throw away’ pile.

You stripped the bed and attempted to change the sheets, groaning in frustration when it wasn’t working. You heard a chuckle in the hallway and turned to see Chan walking in. He smiled at you and you smiled back even though it wasn’t a laughing matter.

“It’s not funny.” You whined.

“Let me help you, baby.”

Chan helped you put your sheets on, teaching you how. Then he let you decorate the pillows as you wanted, handing you blankets to place in the room.

“These are soft. This one is really thick.” He said, rubbing them with his hands.

You nodded, taking them and figuring out where to place them.

“Can you take this bench out?”

“Um, sure. You don’t want it?”

“No. Changbin is going to hang a chair.”

“Hang? A chair?”

“Yes.” You looked at his face and froze. “Is that okay? Oh no, you don’t like the idea-”

“Baby, relax. I was just confused. You can have whatever you want. I’ll buy you whatever you want.” Chan rested his hands on your shoulders, grounding you. “If you want a floating bed, I’ll buy that too.”

You both laugh.

You turn back to your room, placing the plants and figurines you also bought. You found a place for your speaker and headphones to rest and plug them in to charge. Curtains were now on your window while some transparent ones hung around your bed with fairy lights.

Thirty more minutes went by and you didn’t even notice Chan slip out. Once you felt that your room was comfy how you like, you smiled in contempt.

Knock knock.

You turn to see Minho at the door. He smiled at you, coming into the room.

“Just wanted to let you know dinner's nearly ready.” He stepped closer to you, watching you study him as he slowly leaned forward and kissed your check.

“Okay.” you blush.

“It looks much better in here. There’s more….color.” he smirked. “I like it.”

“Thanks.”

Minho hands you a pillow you didn’t notice he was holding. “I don’t know if it goes with your decor, but I made sure it had my scent on it.”

You studied him, noticing his ears were turning pink as you took the pillow. You looked around, decided to put it on your cushion in the corner of your room. There was a thick, almost mattress thick, cushion in the corner. It was round and decorated with pillows, creating a cozy corner. There was a small bookshelf with your five new books and a canopy with some of the fairy lights.

“Cute.” He nods. “Come eat.”

You follow him downstairs, deciding to put away your bathroom stuff later. Jeongin was still at the rut house and you found yourself missing his company. Seungmin was currently helping him out, leaving the rest of the pack home and currently at the dinner table.

You loved these pack dinners together. It made it feel like a family - like you were part of a family. And it warmed your soul to finally feel involved. You smiled, looking around the table at everyone talking. You were finally home.

There was a knock at the door of Lewis’s office. He told them to enter, looking up from his computer. A man from an allied pack walked in and sat down in the chair across from the table.

“Nate, what brings you here at this hour? Everything okay?”

“My mate, Maddie, wanted me to take her shopping today. We went to the outlets and, obviously I didn’t do anything, but we saw her there.” Nate stated.

“Who?”

“That omega of yours. Members of the Greenridge pack were out shopping with her.”

“You sure it was them?”

“Positive. I’ve run into one of them before with Alpha Chan. He was there with her.”

“Well…if it’s a war they want.. I’ll happily oblige. Agreement null and void.”

“Well you know the Okami have your back.”

“Thanks, Nate. I’ll keep you updated.”

With that, Nate was dismissed. And Lewis was left to plan his first move.

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soaplickerrr · 11 hours ago

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Walking in on them changing. (pre-relationship)

Maknae Line!!! Hyung Line!!!

insp: @nanaslutt

I’m working on the next “Accidentally Coincidental” chapter i swear🙏🙏

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yeahspider · 1 day ago

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STEP FIVE : THE ARRIVAL

a/n- um jeongin 👀 would yall be mad if i made this a poly fic ? i double bias hyunjin and jeongin so its just in my nature to give the mc tension with both of them . but can you really blame me for wanting everyone to kiss ? but n e ways we’ll deal with that later . thx for the love ! seriously it makes me smile and encourages me to write more . enjoy this chapter beloveds ! <3

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You couldn't get out of the car any faster upon arrival. Jumping out of Jeongin's lap and immediately stretching your legs. The rest of the car ride had been pretty chill despite Minho's dark declaration. With laughter pouring more than shots. The car had been filled with good energy. Until you hear puking sounds coming from the driver's side of the car. Rushing over you see Han spilling his guts into the grass.

"Oh I am so drunk," he says after laughing. Minho rushed to his aide and swooped him to the nearest restroom. Stating he was helping him get cleaned up. Which just left You, Jeongin, Changbin, and your best friend standing in the front of the car. Not wanting to thirdwheel. You suggested splitting up and checking the grounds before the real fun begins. CHangbin jumps at the idea, grabbing your friend's hand and rushing off.

Jeongin just smiled as he gestured for you to follow him. You didn't mind hanging with him until the rest of the group showed up. His presence calmed your nerves that were fried from being so tense all day. With him, it felt like you took a deep breath. In and Out. Without it feeling like you were gasping for air. You followed him over to a smaller campfire with the SKZ symbols engraved on the logs surrounding it.

Sensing your confusion Jeongin clarified for you. "We've been coming to this specific campaign set up for so long people just consider it ours. The other will now meet us here. He was allowed to circle the campfire and pick a log to sit on. Before pulling out a flask and handing it to you. Feeling like you were over the taste of tequila for the night you denied it.

"I promise it tastes good just try it." He urged with a blinding smile. Why was it so hard to say no to these boys. Opening your mouth and tilting your head back this pour was a lot smoother than before. Not a drop spilled. The taste on your tongue was heavenly, embarrassed yourself when you let out a moan.

"Good right? Hyunjin made some for us last night and it was so good I felt you had to share." The mentioning of his name causes you to choke slightly. Jeogin laughed as he patted your back.

"So you really do have a crush on him. Seungmin owes me 20 bucks."

Your eyes widened as the words left his lips. How does he know? How does Seungmin know? Who else knows? Was he making fun of you? Thoughts ran rampant as you fought the urge to run. Fought the urge to defend yourself. But something in his eyes told you he had no malicious intent. So you stayed silent and refused to give your truth up.

"Don't worry your secret is safe with me. I'm just waiting for you two to kiss already. Crushing on each other for years but both are too shy to make a move. It's classic Hyunjin, but maybe I underestimated you."

You were genuinely at a loss for words. None of what he was saying was making sense. Maybe he was drunker than what you initially thought. Or maybe you were. Nothing was clear. Nothing was solid.

"I see the way you look at him. Just waiting for him to pounce. I see the effort you put in tonight. It'll pay off. You look beautiful, Hyunjin won't be able to take his eyes off of you. It's like when you stare at the sun you're blinded to everything else. Light being all you can see" Jeogin was dangerously close to your face. It was like he was sending you a mental message. Begging you to read between the lines of his words. But it just left you more confused. All you knew was that in this moment with him your heart was fluttering. Yeah, you were pretty drunk. His lips inched closer to yours. You wanted him to kiss you so bad. You could see the want in his eyes, you were sure it was reflected in his eyes. Instead of his lips on yours, they grazed your ear.

"I'll help you get him." He said against your ear, peppering a light kiss on it. And leaving you more flustered than ever. Before you could ask him what he meant you hear a shout from behind your shoulder. A newly renewed, but still very drunk Hancomes running in your direction. Everyone else trailing behind him. Plopping himself in your lap and making himself comfortable. You allow him, not wanting to upset the boy who clearly just wanted some affection. Plus his attention was flattering. The group sends smiles your way as they gather around. Everyone was here but Hyunjin. Your heart ached. Did he change his mind after finding out you were here. Your mood immediately plummeted. This whole night can't be for nothing. You worked so hard planning it. Even getting it back on track every time it slowed or veered off course.

"Man, the parking here is terrible. It's almost like we should've come earlier." you hear a voice say behind you. Followed by a groan. A groan you recognized, Turning your head you lock eyes at the sole reason you stepped outside your house tonight. Hwang Hyunjin in all his glory. And he was walking towards you. If there wasn't a Han Jisung in your lap, you for sure would've bolted by now. With a comforting hand on your back, Jeongin whispered mere I got you. And with that, it was time to put the final steps of your plan into action.

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baby-yongbok · 1 month ago

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Poly SKZ!Fake Texts - "Your nails are too long"

✧ Pairing: Ot8!Skz x Afab!Reader - explicit content [ MDNI ] ✧ CW: Themes of marking, Jeongin being a menace and Seungmin being a snitch

✧ a/n: I have writers block & burnout so another fake text post for you all! I write these the most. I'm usually just casually creating them soooo until I can actually finish a fic please enjoy these!❣️

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luvyeni · 24 days ago

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( reaction ) telling them you aren't wearing panties ! ୨୧ 一 스트레이키즈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ skz reaction to you not wearing panties ヾ

boyfriend!스트레이키즈・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ no penetration , pet play? , degradation wc ・ ‎1.2k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. hii I hope you remember mee~ it's okay if you don't tho I'm just here to ask I'd you could do a similar reaction to this one with riize but with skz instead. The one saying their reaction to not wearing any panties on the date. Thank you so much I love you and always remember to stay safe <333

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 here you go ! enjoy it love <3

﹙ 𐙚 : bangchan ﹚ .ᐟ

thought his eyes were deceiving him; surely you would wear underwear with a skirt that short. he didn't say anything until you slid into the booth and he could see your ass poking from under the skirt , he slid right in making sure no one saw you. “what the fuck?” he sat down next to your. “where are your fucking panties babygirl?” he gritted through his teeth , just as the waiter was about to make his way over to your table. “i didn't wear any.” he could see that , what he couldn't figure is why the fuck were you trying to turn him on in this restaurant right now. “you're we already paid for the reservations.” he said , kissing your temples because the server was close. “what can I do for you guys?” he waited for the boy to leave before turning back to you.

“daddy is gonna ruin you when we get home , trust baby.”

﹙ 𐙚 : lee know ﹚ .ᐟ

he knew you were up to something , the fact that you were a little too excited to get out of the car and into the restaurant. “you must be really hungry huh?” you didn't say anything though , but that glint in your eye and that smirk he swore he saw made him curious. “what are you up to?” he said. “nothing” you smiled “innocently” and he damn sure wasn't buying it. “i have to go to the bathroom.” you got up leaving the boy alone , not even 2 moments later his phone buzzed , he picked it up , your plans becoming evident. “i fucking knew it.” he cursed. you sat back down to a seething lee know. “fucking slut you aren't wearing any underwear.” you giggled , knowing he wouldn't do anything in public , but you knew you were also done for after the date , he leaned over so you could only hear him.

“let's see if you find it later when your pussy is battered from cock and you still haven't came.”

﹙ 𐙚 : changbin ﹚ .ᐟ

you knew changbin couldn't resist praising you. “binnie , binnie look at my new shoes.” he genuinely wanted to see the shoes , looking under the table , only to be met with your legs widened. his head shot up looking at you with wide eyes. “b-baby.” he was flustered , it made you giggle. “where are your panties?” he whispered , you shrugged. “didn't feel like wearing any.” he was bewildered honestly , turned on but bewildered , he didn't even give a fuck about those shoes anymore not the food. “give me a minute , gonna pay the bill.” he stood up. “wait what about the food?”

“I'll ask them to wrap it up to go , no way im gonna sit through dinner knowing how wet you are sitting across from me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : hyunjin ﹚ .ᐟ

you knew your man loved to take pictures of you during your dates , so it was perfect. you waited for him to get up from the seat to “use the bathroom” you knew he was just going to pay the bill so you wouldn't try and pay , but you let it be — quickly slipping into his seat , taking your panties off , looking around before slipping them into his jacket pocket. you smiled as you slipped back into your seat as he came back down. “how was the bathroom?” he smiled , knowing he was caught. “let me take a few photos baby.” he reached into his jacket , furrowing his eyebrows as he pulled out the lacy material. he smiled, shoving the panties back into his jacket. “you little minx.” you giggled. “my favorite pair too.”

“we should skip dessert so we can get home and i can take some photos of you laid out in bed all pretty for me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : han jisung ﹚ .ᐟ

you purposely dropped the fork on to the floor, and the poor boy just trying to be a good boyfriend crawled under the table to get it for you — only to be met with your legs wide open , your bare pussy on display. a small “fuck” leaving his mouth making you smirk as he came back from under the table , his face red as he sat the fork down. “yo-you're not wearing any panties.” he whispered , his hands coming up to his cock , fixing himself. “wh-why.” he whined , upset because he was unable to do anything because you had already denied his request to leave. “i want dessert , don't be selfish sungie.”

“why would you show me if you were just gonna torture me like this baby , im gonna cum just sitting here thinking about it.”

﹙ 𐙚 : felix﹚ .ᐟ

“i think i left my lipstick in the car.” know felix kept a spare always in his pocket for you. “don't worry baby i go it.” he reached into his jacket pocket next to him. “what is this?” he innocently took out the lace , eyes widened as he shoved it back inside. “baby when did you do that?” he said , he was sure you were wearing them when you left the house , he was in the room when you were getting dressed. “i took the off when you went to pay the bill.” he gulped adams apple bobbing. “baby fuck it's hard enough to see you dressed so pretty for me , but knowing you're pussy is probably dripping on to the seat is painful love.”

“let's skip dessert tonight , i got something else sweet i want to eat and i don't think i can wait until we get home.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seungmin ﹚ .ᐟ

you knew it would piss him off — that's why it was perfect to do it to him. your heart was racing as you hit send on your phone , your legs shaking as you watched him pick up his phone to read the message , his eye lifting up to yours , filled with a lust filled angry glare. he didn't say anything , lifting up the table cloth looking under , quietly coming up. “can't take a mutt like you anywhere can i?” he growled , you were dripping for him. “i want to go home.” you whined , needing him. “no , you're gonna sit there until the date is over.” he said , you rolled your eyes. “don't think because we're in public i won't embarrass you , i'll make you kneel right here.” you immediately stopped unsure if he was serious, but you weren't about to test that theory.

“act like a bad dog and i’ll treat you like one , let's see how funny you think this stunt is later.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jeongin ﹚ .ᐟ

was he already looking at your ass? yes , yes he was — but that was besides the point , he could easily tell you were missing your panties through the dress. “sit the fuck down.” he hissed , you pretended to be confused , tilting your head in fake innocence. “are you fucking joking?” he growled , leaning over the table. “you aren't wearing any fucking panties.” he wanted to wipe that smile clean off your face. “didn't want panty lines.” you shrugged him off. “waitress is coming.” he could care less about the waitress. “then you wear a thong or something , i don't know.” but you wave him off. “this look is much better.” the waitress coming closer , he leaned over whispering one final threat.

“laugh now baby , shit won't be funny when your ass is sore and pussy is begging for my cock and you don't get it.”

©LUVYENI

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soobnny · 3 months ago

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my girl — jeongin x f!reader ; the boys find out their youngest has a gf

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It’s a once in a while thing for the boys to be able to eat out together.

Challenges usually pose through schedule conflicts, one or the other being absent, and timing. They can never truly catch a break. So, when the first sign of a temporary alignment showed, they took the opportunity in a flash.

It was going to be their first dinner together in months, one of their off days.

Usually, the next challenge of indecisiveness would present itself. However, their youngest is quick to suggest a place.

Apparently, they had really good jjajangmyun.

(The boys didn’t know then, but it was because the faster they could decide where to eat, the faster he could go visit you.)

(They also didn’t know then that jjajangmyun was your favorite.)

A chorus of laughter echoes through the little corner store as they’re served their third plate of food. Jeongin didn’t lie about their food, and it was a safe enough space for them to celebrate the end of their latest comeback season.

“Seungmin, you’re getting really brave with your jokes about PD-nim.”

“I ran that contract renewal like the military.”

They spend the night joking, revisiting their past, and being hopeful for the future. A few grateful messages are exchanged after liquid courage is brought to their table. And while a simple night, the boys knew they’d remember this day for the rest of their lives.

There’s quiet pop music playing in the back—the kind you’d hear in the early 2000s. And Han Jisung orders another plate of jjajangmyun.

“Ayen, the food here is crazy good. How’d you find this place?”

Jeongin snaps out of his mental chant at the call of his name, fox-eyes trained on the older boy before the question reverberates in his mind. “My girlfriend recommended it.”

A pin drops.

Their youngest has a habit of lying, taken after his roommate, Seungmin. He usually does it with sneaky smiles and a few giggles. However, both signs indicative of lying are absent, and the boy has the audacity to refill his plate and keep eating as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on his members.

“Girlfriend?” Hyunjin is the first to speak, asking the boy to reiterate what he had just said, even though he heard. Loud and clear, in fact.

“Uhuh.” Jeongin replies through a mouthful of food. “What?”

He looks curiously around the table. His friends’ eyes are glazed, and he’d expected the conversation to be over three minutes ago, but it doesn’t.

Jeongin is in the middle of another bite when all hell breaks loose.

“Girlfriend?!” It’s said even louder now, more amplified, and Hwang Hyunjin stands from where he was previously seated in pure disbelief. All the while, their eldest is having an existential crisis. “Innie, what do you mean?”

He perks his head up, pursing his lips slightly and tilting his head. “What’s the big deal?”

“You have a girlfriend and you didn’t tell us?” It’s Han’s turn to be perplexed, and it’s humorous the way his features mimic the dramatic shock on Hyunjin’s.

Seungmin simply keeps eating.

“Yah, Kim Seungmin. Why aren’t you as surprised as us?”

“I already knew.”

“Seungmin knew, but not us?!”

“Not my fault he trusts me with dating advice.”

That boy definitely knows how to add fuel to fire. Chaos erupts as the younger half harass Seungmin for knowing before them.

“How long have you been dating?,” Minho asks.

“Just around 3 months now.”

If Chan was out of it then, you wouldn’t know how to describe his state now. Felix sits next to him to comfort the poor boy.

“My baby has been dating for 3 months, and I didn’t know anything.”

“Sorry.” Jeongin responds bashfully, scratching the back of his head. He knew his hyungs would act this way, which had led to his decision of keeping it hidden for a while. He thinks he should’ve just told them right away.

Though, he thought they’d known by now. He wasn’t exactly the most secretive about it, and he was sure he’d mentioned you before.

And although shocking to suddenly hear that their youngest (and their baby) had a girlfriend, they will not have his head for it. They know he’s responsible enough to know what not to do, and it was a little touching to know the boy had enough time to fit romance in his life.

“Show us what she looks like!”

The boys get a selfie of you that’s set as his lockscreen, and it’s enough proof to have the boys cooing at how adorable you two would be together.

“Motherfucker, she’s really pretty.” Changbin comments.

“I know.”

Meanwhile, Han and Hyunjin are making up fake scenarios in the corner, scrolling through photos and videos. Then a message.

While their youngest is distracted, Han quickly taps on the notification.

(8:23pm) innie: I miss u

(8:30pm) ynie: miss u too!!!!

(8:31pm) innie: Wish you were here right now

(8:32pm) ynie: aren’t u celebrating with ur friends rnnn

(8:32pm) ynie: stop texting me and enjoy !!!

(8:33pm) innie: But i miss u

(8:33pm) innie: Call me later?

(8:36pm) ynie: after you spend time with ur friends let’s call

(8:37pm) innie: Wanna call now. Just for a second

(8:37pm) innie: Haven’t heard your voice in a while

(8:37pm) ynie: ok fine >:( give me like 10-15 mins

(8:51pm) ynie: i’ll call now

“Oh my god, she’s calling.”

That’s definitely enough to get Jeongin’s attention.

“Give me my phone back.” He reaches out to them, but Hyunjin is fast enough to swipe it.

“Answer it!” Changbin instigates.

Jeongin’s eyes widen in horror when he hears your voice go through his phone. “Innie? Oh—hello.”

You sound so shy, and Chan feels like he’s about to cry. “She calls him Innie.”

The youngest finally snatches his phone back when all Hyunjin could do was stare at you through the screen of his phone. You were real. Yang Jeongin actually has a girlfriend.

“Hi.” He mumbles, moving away from their table to talk to you privately. Though, before he does, he makes sure he leaves a threat to the boys not to follow him. “‘M sorry, did they scare you, baby?”

“It’s okay, I was just surprised.”

Jeongin visibly melts at the sound of your voice. “The boys know about us now.”

“I figured.” You laugh, and the service at the restaurant doesn’t do the warmth of your laughter any justice. He can’t wait to see you later.

“Can I see you later?”

“Mkay, but just… enjoy your time with the boys, okay? You told me it’s been a while since all of you were able to relax over a meal like this.”

“Fine.” He sighs, before a smile creeps on his face. “They liked your suggestion.”

“That’s good. Now go!” There’s a pout on his lips when you shoo him away. “Go have fun, go! I’m hanging up now. Love you!”

“Love you too.”

The wide, bright smile remains on his face even when he goes back to their table.

“Who has our Ayen smiling like that?”

“My girl.”

“Innie’s getting soft.” Minho teases.

Seungmin, on the other hand, fake vomits at his response, and another chorus of laughter bursts from their seats. The night continues through conversations over Jeongin’s sudden revelation, and the promise to let the boys meet you properly next time. He agrees if they promise not to scare you away.

And while he’d kept you a secret for a while, he can’t help but feel a tinge of happiness in his heart that the most important people in his life know about you now, are even eager to meet you. There is no better contentment than all of the people he loves aligning with one another.

The entire night, Jeongin itches in anticipation to hold you in his arms and hear your voice in person after his schedules had torn apart his much needed quality time with you. And when he asks to leave, they don’t need to know where he’s going.

One look at his face, and the only evident answer is you.

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imfoive · 1 month ago

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Skz fake texts ── bf! SKZ Random sh*t you send each other Pt.9

Warning: mentions of cursing, death(?) jokes, playful banter/bullying

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mayrose713 · 2 days ago

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Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 12

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ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI

Warnings in the Series Masterlist as well as any other information needed

Chapter 12

Y/n sits, bouncing her leg as she waits with the pack at the table for her brother.

“Kitten.” Minho places his hand on her bouncing leg, having chosen to sit next to her to make sure she ate during dinner and whispers. “What’s wrong?”

She looks up at him. “Just a bit anxious.”

“Did you take your meds today?” She nods a yes at his question causing him to sigh. “Everything will be okay, it’s just your brother. He wouldn’t tell the rest of your family about meeting up with you, right?”

“No, he wouldn’t.” She relaxes a little. “He doesn’t talk to them anymore but just makes me wary.”

“Everything will be okay.” The alpha reassures her. “We’re all here with you.”

“Y/n.” A tall beta walks up and her eyes brighten.

“Hyuk.” She stands up to hug him and he holds her tight against him for a moment before she lets go.

“It’s good to see you again.” He looks her over. “You’ve been okay?”

“Perfect.” She smiles before turning towards the table. “Everyone, this is my older brother Minhyuk.” She then starts pointing around the table. “Hyuk, this is our pack alpha Chan, our head alpha Changbin, the second oldest alpha Minho, and our youngest alpha Jeongin. Then our head beta Hyunjin, youngest beta Seungmin, and our two omega like betas Jisung and Felix.”

“It’s nice to meet you Minhyuk.” Chan stands to greet him.

“You too, thank you for taking care of my little sister.” The beta bows his head.

“Of course, after we had found her, all we’ve wanted to do was help.” Felix smiles watching as Y/n takes her seat back next to Minho and her brother takes the seat next to her. “Even before we knew she was our fated mate we knew we’d do anything for her.”

“I appreciate it. Not a lot of people would do that, especially for an omega.” He smiles down at his sister. “I’m just glad she’s finally free now.”

Minhyuk watches as Y/n looks over the menu with Minho. “You’ll like this.” The alpha points to something on the menu. “It’s similar to those noodles I made the other day you liked.”

She nods her head but looking at the picture she worries as it looks like a big serving and she knows she won’t be able to eat all of it.

“Do you wanna share Y/nnie?” Felix noticed her look of uncertainty, as he doesn’t like to eat much so he knew this was the best option for both of them. “It’s a lot of food and I know I won’t eat it all.”

She nods, grateful for his offer before she moves to stand up. “Gotta go to the restroom real quick.”

They all watch her walk away from the table, but Changbin watches until she disappears behind the door having a clear view of the bathrooms from where he sits and continues glancing over waiting for her to come out.

“She’s anxious.” Minhyuk points out after she was gone.

“Has she always dealt with anxiety?” Jisung asks, wanting to find out more about their new mate.

The beta nods sadly. “Yeah, it probably started when she was about eight. Was bullied at school which caused a lot of anxiety and insecurities. Our family didn’t help either.”

“We’re having her see a therapist and psychologist.” Changbin tells him. “They’ve already put her on medication for her anxiety and are thinking about antidepressants too.”

Her brother sighs in relief at this. “That’s good, I’ve been saying she needed help with it for years but our family would blow it off saying she has no reason to be anxious or depressed.”

Seungmin scoffs. “Because they didn’t want to realize they were the cause of it.” He meant for his comment to be more to himself but everyone else heard.

“So she’s told you guys a bit about how our family treated her?”

“Yeah.” Jeongin nods sadly.

“Before she comes back I want to warn you guys about some of her tendencies.” Minhyuk looks around to make sure they’re all listening, which they are. “I don’t know how much you guys have experienced yet but I want to explain in case you have so you can understand why and to warn you of things she tends to do.”

“She doesn’t like to voice her feelings. Will bottle them up instead of talk until she blows and has a breakdown. Our family used to make it seem like her feelings weren’t valid. If you notice she’s bottling stuff up just push her a bit, she’ll give in and talk. And at times she can also go nonverbal. Sometimes it’s just because she’s been very social all day that by the end of it she’s worn out and just doesn’t want to communicate anymore. But other times it can be because she’s in her head about things. It could be because something was said to cause her to overthink or just her brain being cruel to her.”

“I personally think the reason for it is because she would get purposely ignored as a kid if she’s been overly talkative and as punishments. So she feels she just needs to silence herself either to punish herself or because she thinks she’s being too much. Just be patient with her. She’ll still communicate when directly spoken too either through hand motions or by writing or texting someone. She’ll usually pick someone to be the main person to communicate to, have them read what she writes. When it was her friend group she always just picked whoever she felt the closest to that day.”

The younger four just look at Minhyuk, sad to hear that their omega feels she has to do things like that. The older four are pissed that she went through that, all of them wanting to change her mindset from here on out for the better.

Y/n walks back over, noting that Changbin watched her the entire time until she was settled back in her seat between her brother and Minho. She also notices how heavy the air is as they all look at her with different expressions between pity, sadness and protectiveness.

She turns to her brother. “What did you tell them?”

“Nothing they shouldn’t be aware of.”

The omega eyes her older brother before Hyunjin speaks up. “He just wanted to help us understand some stuff, nothing bad, princess.”

“Okay.” She sighs, trusting her brother and her pack.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆

“Do you want a brownie baby?” Jisung asks, grabbing the container of Felix’s homemade brownies he made the day before.

“You barely even ate your dinner, Ji.” Minho remarks. “And you still need to pack for Jeju island. You don’t get dessert until after that.”

“Hyung.” Jisung pouts as the alpha takes the container from him. “It’s gonna take forever to pack, then it’ll be too late to eat one.”

“Go.” Minho shoos him off before getting two brownies out and giving them to the omegas sitting at the counter.

“Thanks Min.” Felix beams, taking a bite of his.

“Have you already packed, pretty girl?” Changbin leans on the counter next to Y/n.

“Yup, packed everything I thought I’d need.”

“Did you pack your swimsuit?” Felix asks, still chewing his brownie. “We plan to spend a day at the beach.”

She frowns. “I don’t have one.”

“You guys didn’t make sure she bought a swimsuit when you took her shopping?” Changbin looks at Hyunjin and Jeongin.

“We didn’t really think about that.” The youngest alpha shrugs. “We were more just thinking of normal everyday clothes she needed.”

“It’s fine.” Chan steps in reassuring everyone. “We’ll just get her a few at one of the shops on the island.”

“What time are we leaving in the morning?” Hyunjin asks while grabbing a drink from the fridge.

“I want to be out of the house by seven.” Minho finishes cleaning up a few things that were left out in the kitchen.

“That’s so early.” Hyunjin whines, grabbing himself a brownie and looks at Y/n confused as she still hasn’t eaten hers.

She’s playing with the paper towel it’s on as if trying to hide it from the eyes of the others and realized why. He quietly grabs a second brownie without anyone seeing before moving over to her, placing it on her first one, helping her hide it in the paper towel.

“Go.” He whispers in her ear and helps her slide off the chair hiding the brownies.

“I think I’m gonna call it early and head upstairs.” Y/n announces.

“Alright, goodnight baby girl.” Chan moves to her and kisses the top of her head.

Everyone else tells her goodnight as she heads upstairs and Hyunjin takes her seat at the counter to eat his brownie next to Felix who is smirking at him. “What?”

“Nothing.” The younger one shakes his head still smiling having seen the entire interaction between him and the omega.

Y/n walks upstairs going straight for Jisungs door and knocks.

“Yeah?”

She opens the door and peeks her head in “I brought you something.”

He smiles motioning for her to come in and she opens the paper towel handing him the top brownie.

“You are an Angel.” He hugs her before taking a bite of his delicious treat and drags her to sit on the floor with him as he packs his bag and she eats her dessert.

“Do you always procrastinate packing?” She watches him figure out a good way to fit everything in the suitcase.

“Not always.”

“Don’t lie to our girl, Ji.” Minho walks in as neither of them had shut the door. “I thought I told you no dessert until you're finished?” He then he looks at the omega. “And I thought you said you were going to bed?”

Y/n blushes at getting caught sneaking the beta dessert. “I’m sorry, I just knew he was wanting one.”

“Relax baby, he’s not actually mad.” Jisung places a hand on her thigh. “He’s just teasing.”

She looks up at the alpha and sure enough, he isn’t mad. But he is looking at her as if he feels guilty for making her think she was in trouble.

“Oh.” She whispers and looks away now embarrassed.

“I think it was very sweet of you to think of Jisung and bring him up a brownie and to eat with him.” Minho kneels in front of her.

She just nods her head, accepting his words but doesn’t say anything causing him to sigh.

“I came in originally to make sure Ji was finished and to drag him to sleep in my room as he doesn’t wake up on time if he’s alone.” He continues to explain as he watches the beta zip up his bag. “Why don’t you join us?”

“Wha…” Y/n looks at them wide eyed and shocked before she quickly starts shaking her head. “No, no, I-I couldn’t…”

“Kitten.” Minho interrupts her. “Don’t you ever try to finish that sentence. You are a part of this relationship as much as the rest of us. Meaning you’re allowed to sleep in any of our rooms with us. You don’t have to stick strictly to yours.”

“Okay.” She stands up. “Let me go change real quick then.”

“You don’t have to.” Jisung smirks. “It’s an unspoken rule that if you sleep in one of the alphas beds you sleep either naked or in their clothes.”

“Don’t listen to him.” Minho rolls his eyes. “It’s just something the betas do, you don’t have to follow it. We just want you to be comfortable.”

Y/n nods her head, biting her lip as she thinks it over causing Jisung to smirk even wider. “You wanna wear Min’s shirt, don’t you?”

She blushes not looking at either of them and whispers a maybe.

The alpha smiles with pride, gently grabbing her hand. “Come on baby.”

After grabbing Jisungs hand, the alpha takes both of them to his room, then let’s go to look in his closet. He first grabs one of the betas favorite shirts to sleep in, giving it to him to change into. Y/n turns away from Jisung to let him change, she’s sure he’s used to changing in front of Minho and wouldn’t care if she saw but she knew she would jump his bones like she’s been wanting to with all of them if she saw him undress.

“Which one do you want?” Minho brings her out of her thoughts, holding three shirts up in front of him.

She contemplates which one as she feels each, deciding on the softest and baggiest shirt of the three and he gives it to her.

“You can change in the corner Angel, we’ll turn away.” Jisung motions as he climbs into bed now wearing the alpha’s shirt and a pair of sweatpants which she assumes also belongs to Minho. “And you can put your clothes in Min’s hamper to get washed.”

“No peeking.” Y/n gives both of them a side eye before moving to the corner, looking back at them one last time to make sure they were turned away, which Jisung has already gotten comfortable in bed and is watching Minho in the closet who is grabbing his clothes and changing too.

She quickly changes into just Minho’s shirt and her underwear. The shirt falls about mid thigh, covering everything that needs to be. After placing her dirty clothes into the hamper she turns just as the older male is walking over to the bed in just sweatpants. The omega of course can't help but to ogle at his chiseled torso.

“You’re staring, kitten.” But to be fair, so is he, loving how his girl looks in just his shirt.

She looks up at his face blushing. “Umm… C-can I ask about the…”

“The scar?” The alpha traces the silver line. “It’s from a medical surgery when I was a baby. It grew as I did. Nothing to worry about now.”

“Are you two just going to eye fuck each other or are you going to finally come to bed?” Jisung whines, causing the two to laugh.

Minho slides in next to his beta and lifts the covers for Y/n to slide in too so that he has both of them curled up on either side of him. She watches Jisung lay his head on their alpha’s chest making her want to as well but is unsure about pushing any boundaries. Before she can chicken out though she’s getting pulled into his side by his strong arm so she’s resting her head on the other side of his chest from Jisung.

“You never have to worry about cuddling, kitten.”

Jisung looks at her, booping her nose. “Some of them, Min included, might not seem like the type to want to cuddle or have physical affection, but I promise you none of us will ever push you away if you initiate it.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Go to sleep you two, we have an early morning.” Minho kisses both of their heads.

“Night hyung, night angel.”

“Night, Jisungie, night Min.”

“Goodnight, babies.”

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skzms · 4 months ago

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💌⊹°˖➴ don't wake me, i'm dreaming of home yang jeongin x f!reader x kim seungmin

summary: “Hey,” Jeongin protests, “boys and girls can be friends …” Jisung raises an eyebrow. “… and … boys and boys …” “Girls and bisexual boys in kinda codependent threeway friendships where they all spend more nights sleeping in the same bed than in their dorm rooms–“ Jisung trails off, and Jeongin groans. He grabs the fox plushie Seungmin won for him at the fair last year and hurls it into Jisung’s general direction before burying his burning face in his pillow. He doesn’t see his friends like that … right?

word count: 13.1k words

author's note: I did not plan to write this, but then I answered an ask and my love @stayconnecteed came into my inbox excited about seungyang and my brain just ... ran with it. I love this. where hyunibini was difficult to write, this poured out of me. I adore them. they mean the world to me. enjoy!

EDIT: I wrote a prologue! 🌃⊹°˖➴ in my dreams, i never have to be alone

warnings: college!au; codependent besties to lovers; a little bit of angst; mxm action, as usual; unprotected sex; panic attack? he's going through it; side minsung bc I'm me; mention of past vomiting and nauseau, not graphic at all

skzms masterlist // ko-fi

Jeongin takes the steps up to Seungmin’s third floor apartment two at a time.

His knuckles rap against the door in an anxious pattern, and stands back, rocking back and forth on his heels impatiently. He’s met with silence, then more silence. It doesn’t usually take Seungmin this long to open the door – and Jeongin knows he’s home. He always goes straight home after your and his social media management lecture.

He’s just about to take out his phone to text him when he hears faint noises from inside. He takes a step closer.

There’s whispering, but who it is or what they’re saying, Jeongin can’t make out. Something thuds to the floor. Then footsteps approach the door.

Jeongin steps back just in time before the door is ripped open.

“Jeongin!? W-what are you doing here?”

Jeongin raises an eyebrow at Seungmin.

“What do you mean what am I doing here, I practically live here.” Seungmin blinks, shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his hand still in a death grip around the doorframe.

“Just … didn’t know you were coming …”

“Well, neither did I, but I was in the area because I was at that coffee shop next to the Sigma Kappa Zeta frat, you know, the one where I forgot my charger last time. So I went there to pick it up and guess who I run into?! Bang Chan! And Felix, you know, the blonde, smart one from our business class – I think they’re hooking up by the way, there’s definitely a vibe there – and we got talking and– wait, you’re not listening are you?”

Seungmin had been nervously staring at him throughout his whole monologue, until a noise from behind him startled him into half turning around.

“N-no, I was listening, it’s just, uh, not the best time.”

Everything clicks into place for Jeongin very suddenly.

“You’ve got someone in there.”

He doesn’t word it like a question. It’s obvious now, the nervous tap of his foot, the way he’s holding the door closed, the … oh wow, the slowly darkening love bite on his collarbone, still glistening wet against his milky soft skin. Something in his guts twinges.

“Y-yeah, sorry,” Seungmin mumbles, runs his hand through his newly cut, short, black hair. It makes him look more grown-up, less than the boyish Seungmin from a year ago. Did he cut it before or after he started hooking up with people. When did he even find the time?! You and Jeongin basically lived at Seungmin’s apartment, and never had much more than the odd one-night stand with someone who wasn’t scared off by the fact that you were constantly glued to one another.

With a bitter taste in his mouth, Jeongin realises that that may not have been true.

“Ha, I can’t believe it,” Jeongin scoffs out, tries to swallow the awkward wobble in his voice, “I didn’t know you had it in you, Seung.”

Seungmin smiles awkwardly, shifts his weight again. Jeongin can basically feel the impatience rolling off of him. He wants him to leave. Ouch.

“Well, then I will just call Y/N and tell her about how I just secured us the Lee Felix for our group project …”

“That’s great, Innie, you go call her,” Seungmin says lamely, and Jeongin’s face starts burning. This is so awkward.

“Well, see you tomorrow. And, uh … have fun!”

He turns on his heels and speedwells down the hallway before he can embarrass himself any further. Have fun?! What the fuck is wrong with him.

His face is still burning when he pushes the door open to his room. He must be more flustered than he thinks because he accidentally slams it into the wall so hard it makes his roommate nearly jump out of his skin.

“Jesus, you need to start skipping the gym, Innie, you don’t know your own strength,” Jisung squawks from where he’s pretzeled onto his computer chair, one sweats clad leg clutched to his chest, some music project or another open on his old MacBook.

Jeongin just grumbles in return, toes his shoes off and throws himself onto his bed.

Jisung, ever as observant, swivels his chair around and gives Jeongin a sympathetic smile.

“Rough day?”

Jeongin sighs.

“Not … not really, just …” he sighs, sits up, “I just made a fool out of myself in front of Seung. He … had someone over.”

Jisung’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Like … had someone over had someone over?”

Jeongin nods. Jisung makes a face, like he’s impressed.

“Damn …”

Jeongin scoffs. Protectiveness flares up in his chest.

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

Jisung blinks at him.

“I’m not surprised that he has someone over, he’s really cute,” Jisung mumbles, and Jeongin feels the need to growl. Jisung barks out a laugh. “He’s not my type, don’t worry. It’s just …”

He falters, but Jeongin fixes him with another glare and Jisung pulls his other leg up, hugs them both against his chest until he looks tiny, swallowed up his chair, before he speaks.

“I just kinda figured … what with you and Seungmin and Y/N always being glued together …”

Jeongin stares at him blankly. Jisung sighs, like Jeongin is a child who doesn’t get it.

“I figured something would happen between all of you.”

“Hey,” Jeongin protests, “boys and girls can be friends …”

Jisung raises an eyebrow.

“… and … boys and boys …”

“Girls and bisexual boys in kinda codependent threeway friendships where they all spend more nights sleeping in the same bed than in their dorm rooms–“ Jisung trails off, and Jeongin groans.

He grabs the fox plushie Seungmin won for him at the fair last year and hurls it into Jisung’s general direction before burying his burning face in his pillow.

He doesn’t see his friends like that … right?

At least he didn’t in the beginning, when they all met during fresher’s week, sneaking away from the club to smoke a joint on the swings of the dark, empty playground in the nearby park. Or maybe he deluded himself back then, in an effort not to lose the only friends he had made so far, even if Seungmin’s big hands were warm and his smile bright and boyish, your legs were soft under his fingertips when he helped you climb up to the slide, your hair smelling like smoke and perfume. Fuck.

When he looks up, Jisung is still watching him, but he has his legs crossed underneath him now, his bag of weed paraphernalia on his lap as he pours some of the ground buds into a translucent paper.

“So, where were we? Codependent, sexually charged threeway best friendship …”

Jeongin growls for real this time, kicks his leg out in Jisung’s direction.

“Shut the fuck up, or I’ll tell Minho that you ripped a picture of him out of the campus paper and jerk off to it as if Instagram doesn’t exist.”

Jisung screams, blindly grabs for the fox plushie and throws it at Jeongin so hard the little plastic button nose actually hurts when it hits his cheek.

“You wouldn’t dare! And don’t judge me, it’s a good picture. Plus, it’s lofi. And I can’t accidentally like a 6 month old photo on his instagram as I cu-”

Jeongin’s eyes widen and Jisung goes pale.

“Which has definitely never happened!”

Jeongin cackles, loud and dirty. It makes Jisung pout at him.

“You know, I could just introduce you to him? I see him at practice three days a week.”

Jisung huffs out a sad laugh. He turns, rummages around in his drawers for a lighter, cracks a window open and lights his joint before he responds.

“Sure, because the captain of the best college field hockey team in the state and college heartthrob Lee Minho is really desperate to be friends with, let alone date, a reclusive, anime nerd music student. I’ll spare myself the humiliation, thanks.”

Jeongin sighs, but Jisung has already passed him his joint and turned back around.

“He’s pretty weird, you know, I have a feeling you might be just his type,” Jeongin mumbles around the joint in his mouth. He inhales the sticky flavour deeply.

Jisung doesn’t even turn around, only scoffs.

“Maybe you’d charm him with your big brown eyes, your decently sized dick and your loser rizz,” Jeongin muses. That at least pulls a giggle out of Jisung, which is enough for Jeongin. He smiles at the back of Jisung’s head and gets up to place the joint in the ashtray next to Jisung’s laptop, before he falls back onto his own bed.

He lets Jisung’s clicks, the dim echo of his music that filters through his headphones, slip into the background and pulls out his phone, opens your group chat. He scoffs when he sees it’s still named after that stupid old meme you and Jeongin quoted every day last week, until Seungmin threatened to kick you out of his bed and apartment at 3am.

wait a minute, who ARE you? 🤔 from: me guess who just secured us THE lee felix for our principles of business group project you’re welcome

from: thing 1 🧍‍♀️ no way that’s incredible we’ll ace this

from: me ikr 😎

from: thing 3 🧍🏻 boomer ass emoji choice but ok

from: me shut up, you ungrateful child we’re meeting him on thursday I told him we could meet at yours, seung, hope that’s alright but basically we have two days to sort out our shit

from: thing 3 🧍🏻 sure but two days before your big game? Is that a good idea?

from: me it was the only day he could do it’ll be fine

At least that’s what Jeongin told himself.

from: thing 1 🧍‍♀️ maybe it’ll be a nice distraction we got your back

from: thing 3 🧍🏻 what she said

from: me anyone wanna get breakfast tomorrow?

from: thing 3 🧍🏻 have to meet my advisor at 9, but I can do after

from: thing 1 🧍‍♀️ 👍

from: me 👍

Jeongin sleeps like shit that night. He could blame it on many things – the leftover weed fumes in the room, Jisung’s snoring, the guy yelling in the quad at 3am, or maybe it’s his tiny, uncomfortable dorm bed and the absence of two warm bodies next to his.

But whatever it is, it means that he takes much longer than usual to peel himself out of bed, and by the time he makes it to the good cafeteria in your dorm building it’s already 10.

So he expects you and Seungmin, already there, sitting at your table the one in the back corner, next to the window that looks out over the Main Street because the three of you love spending hours sitting there between lectures, chatting, eating protein bars, and people watching.

But something makes him slow his pace, makes him take a detour to grab himself a coffee before he makes his way over, even though he never does that.

At first glance, he can’t tell what’s so off about the picture. You and Seungmin are sitting in your usual seats, you in the corner, leaning against the windowsill, Seung in the seat next to you. Your legs are slung over Seungmin’s, a habit you’ve always had. You always say it’s more comfortable and Jeongin would never admit it, as loudly as he usually proclaims that he hates skinship, but the fact of the matter is that nothing in this world calms him down more than the weight of your arm around his lower back, or your leg slung over his, or your hand on his arm. And the same for Seungmin, if he’s being really honest. Like as long as one of you is somehow touching him, he feels calmer. Jeongin often feels like somewhere along the way you all fused together, and now it’s like you’re sharing a body; pulling collars and jewellery into place, fixing each other’s hair, wiping bits of mascara from your cheek, pulling your hair into a ponytail before bed.

So it’s not that Seungmin’s hand, the one that he’s not using to prop up his chin on the table, is under the table, resting on your inner thigh, but something about the way his whole body is turned to you as you talk …

Maybe that’s what it is – the fact that you’re so attuned to each other, when usually, one of you turns the moment he steps in the room, like you can somehow feel his presence; making Jeongin’s heart feel fuzzy with romantic ideas of red strings and soulmate-ism (that he would rather die than tell you or Seungmin about; though Jisung tickled them out of him one night when they couldn’t sleep and smoked so much weed Jeongin felt like he was floating. He’d thrown up right after his confession).

Or maybe it’s the soft, private little smile on Seungmin’s lips, the way his eyes are glued to your face. Or the way his hand is further up your thigh than usual, his thumb rubbing strong, insistent circles into your inner thigh. Or maybe it’s you, sitting up, arching your back a little, leaning more into Seungmin’s space, saying something that makes Seung’s smile turn into a smirk, makes him angle his head ever so slightly, as if he wants to lean in …

Jeongin slams his backpack onto the bench opposite you and both you and Seungmin jump, though as soon as you see him a big smile spreads over your face. Seungmin leans away from you, blinking his eyes as if he was just woken up from a trance.

“Ah, Innie, finally!” you squeal, “we texted you like five times, we thought you were still asleep or something.”

Jeongin makes a non-committal noise as he places his mug on the table. Your casual reaction makes him feel off-kilter.

“Oh, he’s rude this morning,” Seungmin deadpans, and Jeongin sends him a glare. Seungmin’s eyes sparkle up at him. Out of the corner of his eye, Jeongin watches the trajectory of Seungmin’s thumb over the inseam of your jeans. Up, down, up, down.

“Shut up, dog,” Jeongin grumbles, “Jisung worked on music until like 3, and then when he finally did go to sleep he started snoring like crazy. I barely slept.”

Seungmin hums, something between sympathetic and sarcastic.

“Why didn’t you call me? You could’ve come over.”

Jeongin freezes, stares at Seungmin, but the latter’s face, as usual, gives nothing away. His thumb still going up, down, up, down on your inner thigh.

Jeongin blinks, shrugs, avoids your eyes, gets up without another word to finally get himself some food because his mind is swirling and there’s a bitter taste in the back of his mouth. What is Seungmin doing? He knows Jeongin knows he had someone over, but did he want you to know? Why did Jeongin assume you didn’t know …

Well, he thinks as he scoops a big spoonful of scrambled eggs onto his plate, up until yesterday he thought there were no secrets between you. But then Jeongin had accidentally disturbed whatever that was last night, and now he wasn’t so sure. Did you have secrets like this? Was he the only one without secrets? He never thought to keep anything from you, the three of you, that was kind of his whole world …

The thought makes his head hurt and his stomach cramp painfully, and he decides to shove it to the back of his mind for the time being, as he loads more eggs and a general helping of sausages onto his plate. He has practice this afternoon, he’ll need all the protein he can get.

The thought of practice, of the big game on Saturday — it’s enough to dwarf all his other worries. Especially when he comes back to the table and your leg is no longer in Seungmin’s lap, and you reach a hand out to lace with his before he eats, smiling so warmly, that he thinks maybe he just made all the tension earlier up with his sleep-deprived brain.

Under the table, Seungmin’s foot comes to rest against his calf, rubs up and down comfortingly.

“Stop scowling,” Seungmin remarks, “you’ll look ugly with wrinkles.”

Jeongin flips him off half-heartedly.

“When’s your practice today?”

Jeongin swallows a big mouthful of eggs.

“Whole afternoon. From 2 to, like, 6.”

You nod, your brows knitting together in determination. He loves when you do that, it’s adorable.

“Okay, then Seungmin and I will make sure we’ve got everything prepped for our meeting with Felix tomorrow. For the group project.”

Jeongin makes a noise of protest, but Seungmin glares at him, and you wave him off.

“We don’t have any classes this afternoon. Plus, you have enough to worry about, what with your scholarship riding on the game on Saturday.”

The reminder makes a cold shiver run down Jeongin’s spine. He tries his best not to think that way, but he has a terrible feeling about it all. Seungmin reaches out, tugs an errant strand of hair out of his face. His fingertips brush Jeongin’s forehead on their retreat.

“And you’re sleeping at mine tonight,” he announces. There’s no room for argument in his tone, his big, brown eyes staring right into Jeongin’s. “You always smoke weed with Jisung when you’re at yours, and my brother will kill you if he finds out you smoked the week before the game.”

“And weed makes you antsy,” you add, taking a sip from your coffee, grimacing when you find it cold, “and you’re already anxious enough about the game.”

Jeongin’s heart does a little somersault in his chest, heat bleeding out until his whole body is tingling with it.

“How would Minho know,” he mumbles, shoves more food into his mouth, hoping it will get him out of having to say anything else. Seungmin shrugs, sighs dramatically.

“He always knows, he’s scary like that.”

“Promise you’ll come to Seung’s after?” you ask, studying Jeongin with your stupidly intelligent eyes.

Jeongin nods, but you keep watching him for a second, like you’re trying to figure out if he’ll try to get out of it, to retreat into himself. You know him so well, it makes him feel sick.

But by the time he has made it through his classes, through Minho giving them all a stern talk about Saturday that gives him so much anxiety he develops a headache and then puts them through the most gruelling practice Jeongin has ever had to endure, he feels like there’s nothing left of him any more. Like if he retreated into himself now, he would just disappear.

So he gives himself 10 minutes in the locker room showers, lets 5 hot tears sear their way down his cheeks, and allows himself to acknowledge that all he wants is to sink into your and Seungmin’s safe arms.

He all but sleepwalks his way all the way to Seungmin’s apartment, and he thinks he only comes back to himself when the door opens, and he’s greeted by the image of you, in Seungmin’s hoodie, face bare and feet tucked into fluffy socks, and your face softens into one of understanding before you softly drag him inside.

The smell of Seungmin’s apartment hits him like home, as does the sound of the TV, chattering and sound effects from some variety show, the smell of Minho’s seolleongtang, the one he makes sure Seungmin has at least five servings of in his freezer at all times, wafting from the kitchen where the microwave is buzzing quietly.

“Jesus, what did Minho do to you?” Seungmin exclaims from the sofa, his voice teasing, but his concern still shimmers through.

Jeongin just shrugs, waves him off, toes off his shoes and drops his backpack on the floor right by the entrance, something Seungmin usually tells him off for. He stays quiet today. Jeongin must really look like shit.

You’re by his side again immediately, gently leading him into Seungmin’s kitchen, sitting him down at the little table. He meets your eyes, soft, worried, looking him over like you’re scared he’s hurt, before you trail a soft hand down the side of his neck and squeeze his shoulder.

“Let me get you some food.”

The microwave dings, and you busy yourself scooping some noodles into a bowl, adding slices of meat and spring onions, pouring the reheated seolleongtang. Jeongin just watches how you move around Seungmin’s kitchen, quietly and confidently. Watches how you pull the sleeves of Seungmin’s sweater over your hands so you don’t burn your fingers on the bowl as you get it out of the microwave. How you pull them up before you start assembling his food. How your hair falls into your forehead, how your bottom lip juts out as you focus.

He’s still watching when you turn around, the finished bowl between your sweater paws and a smile on your face, and place it in front of him, before turning back to get him a spoon and some chopsticks.

“Here you go,” you mumble, smile at him again, “eat up. We can make more if you need it.”

Jeongin turns around, spots the empty bowl in front of Seungmin, perched precariously on the coffee table that’s littered with books and paper, then turns to you, and he realises.

“Was this supposed to be yours?”

You’re already back in the kitchen, rummaging around the freezer for another one of Minho’s ubiquitous Tupperwares.

“Don’t worry, we got more,” you smile, “plus, Minho will be pleased if he checks Seung’s freezer next time and sees that most of them are gone.”

Seungmin grumbles behind Jeongin, but Jeongin’s heart still feels like it’s rabbiting in his chest.

“You know it’s his love language,” you just remark, and Seungmin sighs. “Let him take care of you, you know he needs it, too.”

It’s an easy remark, and you never shy away from naming the emotions both him and Seungmin are often too scared to. And this one they all know is true. Without parents, with their grandmother gone, Minho and Seungmin are on their own now. And if you asked Jeongin, he’d say they’re doing well. They take care of each other. And by extension, Minho takes care of Jeongin and you. Because he knows you’re important to Seungmin. Even though he usually pretends to be upset, complains that he has to meal prep twice as much because you always eat it all. Luckily, Minho has a colossal sweet spot for you. You don’t need to do much but smile and bat your eyelashes, and he forgets why he was mad in the first place. Jeongin always jokes that Minho would have a massive crush on you if he wasn’t so incredibly gay, which never fails to make Seungmin gag and glare at him.

Seungmin just grumbles behind him and Jeongin goes back to eating, a comfortable silence falling over the room. The TV still running in the background, the microwave buzzing as it heats up your serving of broth, you quietly humming as you cut up more spring onions. This is exactly what he was yearning for when he was in the showers earlier, and he basks in it.

Until he remembers the night before, that Seungmin invited someone else in, hooked up with them maybe on the very couch he’s lounging on right now, back against the armrest infuriatingly nonchalant with his stupid new haircut and his oversized t-shirt riding up, revealing a sliver of his stomach over the waistband of his sweats. How did Seungmin even meet someone to hook up with?! Was it someone from his clubs? Someone he met in one of the few classes you didn’t have together? Did Jeongin know them? You and Jeongin were here all the time. This was your rightful place, who was some random person to butt in, to make the vibes all wrong.

You must’ve seen him scowl into his now empty bowl because you walk over to him gently, run a hand through his hair. Jeongin melts instantly.

“Wanna talk about it?” you ask, quietly, “did Minho say something? Is it about the game?”

Jeongin scoffs. How ironic. He just shakes his head.

“Just wanna … turn my brain off for the night.”

You smile at him again. Warm. Sweet. Like molten honey.

“Sounds good to me.”

You slap his hands away when he tries to clean up his bowl, shoo him towards the sofa where Seungmin is waiting, patting the spot next to him. Jeongin collapses into it, lets Seungmin tug him in between his legs, deposit his head against his solid chest, his hand in Jeongin’s hair. He’s still angry, probably, but then Seungmin hums, a deep rumbling that reverberates from his chest through Jeongin’s entire body, and Jeongin lets his eyes slip shut, just for a minute. Though by the time he hears the water in the kitchen shut off and seconds later feels the sofa dip with your weight and feels your hand trace over his spine, he’s already half asleep.

When he wakes up the next morning, he instantly feels better. Sure, his body aches with soreness from practice, but the sun shining in through a crack in the curtains is making the dust dance in the light, and he can feel Seungmin’s warm body pressed against his lower back, the quiet sound of your breathing on the other side of the bed. He lets it lull him back into a lazy doze, half awake, half asleep, until movement behind him jostles him awake again an hour later.

There’s shuffling, tugging at the duvet, Seungmin’s ass pressing into his back. Jeongin hears your voice, barely above a whisper, murmuring something, then he hears as much as he feels Seungmin’s answering chuckle, his body shaking, a hoarse morning thickness in his voice.

He’s about to turn around, to announce that he’s awake, when there’s a shifting and then a wet noise, a quiet hum, then another, almost like …

Arousal lances through Jeongin’s body so fast it makes him nauseous.

You’re kissing. You and Seungmin are kissing right behind him. Holy fuck. Holy fuck?! When did this happen?! When …

Jeongin feels Seungmin stretch, body shifting against Jeongin’s back, the knowledge that Seungmin’s body is touching his as he’s kissing you making his rapidly hardening cock twitch in his boxers, and then he hears it again. The wet slide of tongues, a maddening hitch of your breath, a whisper of a high-pitched moan that makes Jeongin physically shudder, Seungmin humming, deeply in his chest, just like he had last night when Jeongin was resting on his chest but now into your lips. Your lips.

Holy fuck. It had been you last night. It was you who Seungmin was hiding in his apartment, you who he was messing around with, your spit glistening on the love bite that you sucked into his skin …

“Seung, stop,” Jeongin hears you whisper. You sound out of breath. Jeongin has to squeeze his eyes shut. He’s so hard it hurts, and his heart is thudding in his chest.

Seungmin mutters something unintelligible, and you say his name again.

“Come on. Maybe … maybe he’ll wake up,” Seungmin rasps, and Jeongin can hear the aroused excitement lacing his voice.

There’s more shifting behind him.

“No, not like this,” you murmur, “not now. After the game.”

They’re talking about him. Jeongin tries to control his breathing, but his heart is hammering so loud he thinks Seungmin might be able to hear it. But thankfully, Seungmin seems to be busy enough trying to kiss you again, if his warmth disappearing and a noise of protest, and then the soft sound of another kiss is anything to judge by.

But you don’t seem happy with it. You throw the covers back and get up and Jeongin screw his eyes shut as fast as he can.

“Seung, I said no,” you hiss, and then you’re stalking towards the door.

Seungmin behind him sighs, then gets out of bed as well, padding after you. Jeongin hears him say your name and an apology before the door to the bedroom falls shut, and Jeongin sucks in a breath and shoves his hand between his legs, pressing the heel of his palm against his aching cock.

He would question why the fuck he’s as hard as he’s never been before, but right now, he’s pretty preoccupied with the thought that his two best friends are fucking. Oh my god, you and Seungmin are fucking. Or is it more …

The throb between his legs is replaced but a slowly settling sense of heartbreak.

He doesn’t know what’s worse, if it’s just casual or if it’s serious. Because even if it’s just fun, it’s risky, isn’t it?! He would never … He would never risk your friendship like that. But you … clearly that wasn’t a concern for you. God, how had he not seen it. Had there been signs? How long had this been going on?

His whole body feels heavy with it, the heartache, the disappointment. He hears your and Seungmin’s voices in the kitchen, the hum of the coffee machine coming to life, and suddenly, he feels like he wants to cry.

Seungmin had wanted Jeongin to wake up. The thought alone … it’s so cruel. Or did he just think it would be the easiest way to break it to him? Is that what you meant when you said ‘not like this’ and ‘not now’? Were you planning on telling him then, after the game? The fact that you’re together, that from now on, it was no longer Jeongin and Seungmin and Y/N but Seungmin and Y/N. And Jeongin. If he’s lucky.

Fuck, is he going to lose his best friends? Is he going to lose this? Because surely, if they’re together, they won’t want to share a bed with him every night. He’ll have to spend every night back at his dorm, with Jisung.

Oh my god. He’s losing his best friends.

Through the tears burning on his eyes, he hears his phone buzz on the nightstand, where someone, probably you or Seungmin, plugged it in to charge last night.

from: Lee Felix hey we still on for 1?

Then, another one pops up.

hockey LEGENDS in the making 🏑 from: Minho 👹 you may have a day off today but if any of you fuckers so much as look at a drink or a joint or I see you’re online after midnight I am benching you, understood? Saturday is a big game, I need you all in tiptop condition

Jeongin curses, presses his heels into his eyes until he can see stars and the sting of tears disappears.

He can’t freak out about this right now. He has to focus on passing his class. And the game. The fucking game that not only will decide their national ranking but will also determine whether Jeongin can keep the scholarship that is the only reason he’s at college at all. They need to win that game. If they don’t, there’s a 80% chance Jeongin will not be able to come back in the fall.

He takes a few deep, steadying breaths, just how Chan taught them, back in his first year, before their first big game. Something about it regulating the nervous system and adrenaline or whatever. But thankfully, even if Jeongin doesn’t remember, Chan was onto something because it works. He gets his bearings, shoves his heartbreak into a neat little box and compartmentalises it into a far corner of his brain, and picks up his phone.

hockey LEGENDS in the making 🏑 from: me aye aye captain

to: Lee Felix yeah! I’ll send you the address right now

When he pads into the kitchen, there’s sunshine and fresh air streaming in through the open window, Seungmin is sitting at the table, scrolling through his phone, and you’re cutting up strawberries at the counter. You smile at him through the makings of a perfect day. He swallows down the nausea that threatens to overwhelm him.

“Hey, handsome,” you chirp, “there’s coffee in the machine.”

He forces a smile onto his lips, makes his way over next to you to pour himself a cup. There’s at least a foot of space between you, but it feels like he can feel the heat of your body in his soul. He’s trying so hard not to spiral, he doesn’t notice you’ve stepped closer to him until your hand settles on the small of his back.

When Jeongin turns, you’re hovering right in front of him, your eyes big and dark, your lips parted, glossy.

“Hey,” you murmur. You blink, smile at him again. Your one hand is still on his waist, the other is holding one of the strawberries you were cutting. Droplets of juice run down your finger.

“Want a piece?” you ask, your voice nothing more than a murmur, and Jeongin’s body reacts as if on autopilot.

His lips part and your heavy gaze falls down, glued to his mouth as you bring the piece of strawberry to his lips. And it’s like everything happens in slow motion, his tongue lolling out only the slightest bit, the taste of the fruit lacing his tongue, your finger dragging over his bottom lip, leaving a residue of juice his tongue darts out to chase on instinct. The brush of it against your fingers is barely there, but you watch it with a rapt attention, before your gaze flutters back up, your glassy eyes meeting his, your smile a nervous, shaky thing. You stumble back, return to your spot at the cutting board, and leave Jeongin reeling. He remembers he has to chew.

When he turns his head, Seungmin is staring straight at him.

“Well, that was easier than I thought!” Felix giggles, clapping his hands happily.

Three hours is all it took, one, for you to finish the entire group part of the project for your class and, two, to realise that Lee Felix is not only smart, but also incredibly good company.

To be honest, Jeongin has to credit you and Seungmin for just how easy today was. Because you did a lot of work yesterday while he was at practice; all the prep, most of the research, and even the bare bones of the powerpoint were ready by the time Lee Felix rang the doorbell and strolled into Seungmin’s apartment in his incredibly fashionable light wash jeans and a cropped band tee.

And really, the vibes were just right – the door to the balcony open, letting in the balmy late spring air. Bowls of salty and savoury snacks and the strawberries you were cutting earlier, as well as soda and water and coffee, at the ready, lofi music playing on the TV. Jeongin can’t help himself from being a little bit dramatic about how much all of it clashes with his mood.

Unfortunately, despite it all, you are his best friends. And you notice everything.

When you finish your work and Jeongin is still scowling, you heave a dramatic sigh before you turn and let yourself fall backwards, plopping your head right into Jeongin’s lap. Your legs kick out, and Jeongin distantly notices Seungmin wrap a hand around your ankle. He’s too distracted by you, staring up at him, with a gentle smile, before you reach up, running your fingers through his bangs. Your fingertips leave warm, tingling trails over his scalp.

“What’s going on? Worried about the game?”

Jeongin huffs out a humourless laugh, grimaces.

“The field hockey team? You’re on a team with Chan-hyung?” Felix asks, as he pops another piece of strawberry into his mouth.

Jeongin nods, your hand still trailing through his hair.

“Yup,” he lets the p pop in an effort to sound casual, as if he hasn’t been an anxious wreck for the last three weeks leading up to this game, but Felix doesn’t need to know that, “it’s important for the competition, as you know, but it’s also pretty much going to determine if I get my scholarship renewed for next year.”

Felix whistles through his teeth and Jeongin shrugs at him. Your warm palm wraps around the side of his neck, thumb swiping over his cheek, and he can feel himself blushing. The touch, the affection, is nothing out of the ordinary, and it always flusters him a little, but with a stranger right there, watching you and him so intently, it makes his stomach churn with a special kind of pride and something else he’s too afraid to name.

Felix just watches you and Jeongin, and smiles.

“I’m so glad you guys worked it out,” he hums, his eyes fond and friendly. When Jeongin just blinks at him, he laughs.

“You know, after the party … the jacuzzi …” he vaguely motions between Seungmin and you, wiggles his eyebrows, “which was really hot by the way.”

“Y-you saw?” Seungmin chokes out, and Felix giggles.

“Yeah, but just me and a couple of guys from the frat,” he reassures him, oblivious to the way your hand has frozen on Jeongin’s face, the way Seungmin has paled and Jeongin is just staring at him. “But you did kinda fuck in a jacuzzi at a frat party, so I’m assuming the exhibitionist part was intentional.”

You wince, scramble out of Jeongin’s lap in a pretence of laughter. It’s so fake it hurts.

In a fucked up way, Jeongin is suddenly very grateful you guys were making out in the same bed as him this morning, because if this had been the first time he heard of it? Being blindsided by the news in front of Lee Felix? He may have done something stupid.

“Anyways, I was kinda happy to see it. I always wondered if there was something going on between the three of you, since you’re always stuck together. I’m glad you finally worked it out, I think you’re all very cute together.”

Jeongin’s mouth tastes like blood.

He looks over at Seungmin, but Seungmin avoids his eyes and so do you. There’s a big fake smile plastered onto your face, aimed towards Felix, who is now packing up his stuff. It’s cracking at the edges, your hands shaking where they’re folded in your lap.

“Thanks for all your help, Felix,” you force out, your voice shakier than Jeongin has ever heard it. But Felix has the benefit of not knowing you, so he doesn’t notice, only sends you a blinding smile back.

“No worries, I’m sure we’ll get a good grade for this one! And if you ever wanna work together again, let me know. This was fun!”

And with that, he gracefully gets to his feet. Jeongin gives him a weak smile, waves his hand, but Seungmin barely manages to mumble out a goodbye. He seems to be frozen in panic on the other side of the table. You jump up, chatter with Felix all the way to the door, a slightly manic edge to your voice, until you chirp one last goodbye and the door falls shut.

The silence is deafening. Jeongin needs to get the fuck out of here. He’s on his feet before you’ve even made your way back into the living room. He slams his laptop shut, basically rips the charger out of the wall.

He hears you say his name, but he ignores it. He doesn’t look at you when he pushes past where you’re hovering in the middle of the room to shove both into his backpack that’s still sitting in the hallway.

With a curse, he realises his phone is still in the living room. He makes to push past you again, but this time you take a hold of his arm, your usually soft fingers digging into his skin almost painfully. When he catches your gaze, you look terrified.

“Jeongin, Innie, please,” you plead, “please, can we talk about this? I swear, we were going to tell you, we just–“

“I heard you this morning.”

It breaks out of him before he can stop it. Your eyes widen.

“I heard you this morning. I heard you kiss, right behind me. I heard you talk about me.”

“Innie, baby,” you whisper, and Jeongin scoffs. The sound makes hurt flash across your face.

“It’s fine, congratulations, I guess,” he spits, venom dripping from every word. He rips his arm out of your grip, stalks over to grab his phone off the sofa. Seungmin is still sitting there, his eyes glued to the carpet in front of him, his face an unhealthy shade of white. It almost hurts more, the fact that he’s not saying anything. Fuck, Jeongin’s heart hurts.

You take two steps towards him, but stop when Jeongin looks at you. Jeongin feels crazed.

“It’s not like that, I swear,” you try, pleading with with him, “can we please … we just didn’t want to bring this up before the game, but …” Jeongin shuts you up with a wave of his hand, a shake of his head.

“Yeah … I really can’t deal with this right now. So … ha … do me a favour? Just … leave me alone. Don’t contact me before the game. I really … I need to keep my scholarship. I can’t be distracted by this right now.”

“But …” you try one more time, and Jeongin snaps.

“Can you at least do that for me? Is that too much to fucking ask?” he yells, his whole body trembling. Seungmin flinches where he’s sitting, and even you take a few steps away from Jeongin, your eyes wide. You nod, jerkily. There are tears running down your cheeks. The sight of them makes Jeongin sick to his stomach.

Jeongin shoves his phone in his pocket, grabs his backpack from the floor, and he leaves. Slams the door shut behind him and takes the steps down two at a time, fuck the risk of tripping. He wishes he would, wishes he would break his ankle or something so he can’t play and lose his scholarship, so he can’t return, has to start over somewhere else, somewhere where he hasn’t lost the only two people who have ever meant anything to him …

He barges into his dorm room. Jisung jumps when he crashes through the door, but as soon as he sees the tears on Jeongin’s face, he’s on his feet, wrapping him into a hug.

Jisung drags him out of bed the next day. He forces him into his hockey uniform, presses a protein bar and a water bottle from their fridge into his hand and walks with him all the way to the hockey field, where he stops, places his hands on Jeongin’s shoulders.

“Okay, I know you don’t want to talk about what happened, but whatever it is, it’s going to be okay, okay? You’ll figure it out,” he says, with all the conviction he can muster in his tiny body, “and now you need to focus on the game. I don’t want to have to find a new roommate who will tolerate all my shit next year.”

Jisung’s attempt at a joke, the lopsided grin on his lips, it makes Jeongin huff out a weak laugh.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Minho walk onto the field and spot them. When he makes his way over, Jisung starts shaking like a leaf, but to his credit, he doesn’t budge from Jeongin’s side.

“Hi?” Minho asks, his eyebrows raised, scanning over Jeongin’s body like he’s checking for injuries, before he lets his eyes fall on Jisung. Jisung gulps. “You are?”

Jisung blinks rapidly, sticks out his hand halfway, then seems to think better of it and drops it by his side again.

“I-I’m Jisung, I’m Jeongin’s roommate,” he mumbles out, his cheeks a bright shade of pink. Minho watches him for a second, then sighs, sticks out his hand. He’s smiling, barely noticeably, but Jeongin can tell. Incredible. Somehow, Jisung has managed to charm Minho.

“Hi Jisung, I’m Minho.”

“I know,” Jisung whispers, almost too quiet for even Jeongin to hear. He cautiously shakes Minho’s hand, but when he tries to pull it back, Minho doesn’t let him. Jisung’s big eyes shoot up, but Minho just smiles at him, waits until Jisung relaxes and smiles back, before he lets go of his hand.

If Jeongin wasn’t so heartbroken, he would laugh. He can’t believe this is really happening. He wishes he could tell you and Seungmin about it. His heart aches dully.

Jisung next to him seems to remember why he’s here.

“Uh, J-Jeongin’s not feeling well today,” he stammers out. He does his best to look determined, as he pushes Jeongin in front of him by his shoulders like Jisung’s his dad and Jeongin is his sick kid. “So, please go a little easy on him today, okay?”

Jeongin half expects Minho to freak out, to ask if he’s sick, if he can play tomorrow, to ask what the fuck is wrong with him for getting himself sick so close to the game, scream about what he’s meant to do without his best defender – but Minho just grimaces, sighs.

“Don’t worry, I got it from here,” he says, not unkindly, giving Jisung a smile that makes Jisung’s face flush even more, “thanks for bringing him, Jisungie.”

And with that, Minho takes Jeongin by the shoulder, leads him away from a violently blushing Jisung who barely manages to mumble out a “b-bye” and leads him into the field.

“So,” he starts, once they’re out of earshot of Jisung, “do you want to tell me why my brother texted me earlier, asking me to tell him if you showed up to practice?”

Jeongin scoffs out a humourless laugh.

“I really don’t.”

Minho just looks at him. It’s the same look Seungmin gives him when Jeongin refuses to talk about what’s bothering him, one that always feels like they’re x-raying his insides, and he finds himself wishing for your soothing presence to whisk you away from them, stroke his hair until whatever it is bubbles out of him. But you’re not here, and Seungmin isn’t here, only Seungmin’s older brother, staring him down with eyes that remind Jeongin so much of his he has to look away.

“Listen, it’s fine, I’m fine, there’s nothing keeping me from playing tomorrow, so there’s no reason for you to worry, okay?” Jeongin announces. He shakes Minho’s arm off his shoulder, though he regrets it as soon as he does. He seems to keep doing the wrong thing these days. Minho is still looking at him.

“Okay,” he finally says, “but just for the record, I care about you, okay, Jeongin-ah? So even if I don’t worry about the game, I will still worry about you, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

Then he cuffs Jeongin in the shoulder, so hard it hurts, and turns on his heels.

“Jisung’s bisexual, by the way,” Jeongin half yells after him, “and very, very single. His major is music, and he loves watching anime and eating sweet things. He gets a little nervous sometimes, but he’s the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. I’ll text you his number.”

Minho doesn’t react, only lifts his hand to flip Jeongin off over his shoulder, but Jeongin can see the tips of his ears turn red. His world may be falling apart, but maybe he can at least do Jisung a favour.

And he doesn’t know what gets him through practice and back to the field the next morning, early, for warm-up. If it’s the burn of his muscles, Minho’s iron will that he transfers onto all of them, or the threat of him losing his scholarship so close to the end of his degree. Or it’s his desperate need to be distracted because whenever he lets himself think too much, his heart starts aching so badly he wants to reach into his ribcage and rip it out.

But he can’t do that, so instead, he puts one foot in front of the other. He stretches, so his muscles don’t tear. He warms up his body so he’s lithe and agile. He slips into his shoes and regrips his stick. He hears when they turn on the music on the field, hears the bleachers slowly fill, hears chattering and shouting and laughing. He watches his teammates, all engaged in some form of pre-game ritual – Minho on his back on a bench, meditating, Chan doing jumping jacks, muttering to himself. Coach comes in and announces that it’s 30 minutes before the games starts.

20 minutes. Jeongin forces down a protein shake, almost throws it back up.

10 minutes. Minho looks at him, asks him if he’s okay and Jeongin brushes him off.

2 minutes. They’re walking onto the field under an overcast sky that threatens rain any minute, and Jeongin doesn’t even bother looking at his opponents’ faces.

1 minute. He scans the bleachers and there you are. You and Seungmin. Dressed in the team colours, cheering, staring right back at him. Jeongin thinks he can’t breathe. He doesn’t look your way again.

10 seconds. He tries to breathe.

The referee blows the whistle.

And God, he does his best. He’s focused, he runs. He tries to stay out of his teammate’s way. He throws himself into his defence with his whole body, ignores the throbbing pain when a ball slams into his thigh. He fights for it, he does.

By the first quarter, it’s 1-1. By the second quarter, they’re behind by 1. By the third quarter, the rain has started, and they’re behind by two. Minho manages to score one last goal in the last quarter, 3 minutes before the end, but it’s not enough. The final whistle blows, and they lost.

He distantly notices his team, most of them dejectedly talking to each other, milling around by the benches or talking to their friends in the audience, but Jeongin can’t move.

And it’s like the safe, dull bubble of adrenaline and focus Jeongin has been submerged in for the last two days pops and reality slams into him with such overwhelming clarity it punches the air out of his chest.

He can hear the opposite team yelling, celebrating, can smell the thick, clean smell of the dirt and grass trampled under his feet, can feel the cold rain as it gets heavier, starts dripping down his forehead, his hair, soaks him to the bone.

They lost. They lost. What is he going to do?! There’s still a chance they will recognise his efforts and give him his scholarship, he only has a year left after all, but the advisor was honest. “There aren’t many scholarships to go around. We have several sports teams, all of which have players worthy of this scholarship. If you don’t win, there are no promises I can make you. I’m sorry.”

He swallows the bile in his throat, but he lets the tears run. Nobody can tell anyway, with the way the rain is now pouring out of the rapidly darkening sky.

He has nowhere to go. How did he lose everything so fast?

There’s no one close enough to hear him when a single sob fights its way out his body. He swallows the rest of his tears, shoves it all down as far as he can, but his chest convulses, nonetheless, the adrenaline wearing off quickly, leaving him fighting to breathe. His ears are ringing so loudly he barely notices when two hands find his face, two others anchor him by the waist.

“Innie,” your voice, cuts through the fog. When he looks up, your face is right in front of his. You’re soaked through, make-up running down your cheeks, hair sticking to your forehead when you let it fall against his.

Jeongin tries to fight it, tries to put distance between you, but he finds himself trapped by Seungmin’s strong hands on his waist, solid, but soothing.

“Baby, it’s going to be okay,” you murmur, and it makes another sob escape him.

Seungmin’s hands tighten on his waist, one arm slipping around his middle to press Jeongin against him, and Jeongin realises that he’s not crying because they lost. No, he’s crying because he’s been in love with his best friends for years and the thought of losing you is worse than any gap year he might have to take, any job he might have to get to keep himself afloat next year. Because deep down, he knows that as long as he had you and Seungmin to come home to, he thinks he would’ve been fine. But he can’t do this on his own.

He doesn’t break down there and then, something in him making him stay strong as long as he’s out here, with half the school watching, but he heaves another dry sob. His head falls to your shoulder, and you shush him quietly, run a hand through his soaking wet hair, before you step back and take his hand.

“Let’s get you home, okay? You need to warm up.”

He hadn’t even realised he was shivering, his uniform clinging to his body like a freezing cold second skin.

Jeongin peels himself off Seungmin, who makes a sound of protest, but Jeongin just waves him off and starts walking in the direction of the exit. From across the way, he catches Minho’s eye. Minho looks concerned, his brows furrowed, but Jeongin waves him off, tries to give him a smile that he knows doesn’t reach his eyes. But Minho nods, points at his phone, mouthes something about calling him tomorrow, before he disappears into the changing rooms with the rest of Jeongin’s team.

You didn’t talk about it, but they’re already halfway to Seungmin’s apartment when Jeongin realises where they’re going. The walk is silent, you and Seungmin trailing behind Jeongin, not daring to take his hand when he just pushed Seung away so roughly. Jeongin tries not to acknowledge how badly he wants to hold your hand, how desperately he aches for your reassuring touches, the warmth of your hands, the solid grip of Seungmin’s. But you just … walk.

When the door of Seungmin’s apartment finally falls shut behind them, when he has shoved off his shoes, dropped his stick, Jeongin doesn’t know what to do. He stops in the hallway, watches as a drop of water drips down from a strand of hair and onto the linoleum like he’s not in his body, just a third party, forced to look through his eyes at the mess he’s made of his life.

“Innie,” you murmur behind him. The sound comes through him as if his ears are stuffed with cotton wool. “C-can I touch you?”

He raises his head, meets your eyes; your big, warm, loving eyes that hold his entire world. He’s shivering again, he realises, his whole body trembling, with cold, with pain, with god knows what. You look so worries. He nods shakily.

You take his hand, lead him through the living room, into Seungmin’s bedroom and into the ensuite. Seungmin is right behind you, a hand hovering over Jeongin’s back, fingertips brushing against his when Jeongin stumbles on a shoe he can’t see because his damn eyes are still blurry with tears.

Once you’re in the bathroom, Seungmin steps around him, and into the shower, turns on the water.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, okay? You’re freezing,” you hum, and Jeongin just nods. He dimly realises that, somewhere between the field and here, he has stopped resisting – has stopped pretending like this isn’t the only place he will ever find peace. He trusts you, he always has. He fears that that will never change, that he’ll let you do anything, even if it means falling in love with Seungmin and breaking his heart.

So he doesn’t resist when you tug first his jersey, then his undershirt over his head, leaving him bare. He doesn’t try to contain the shiver when you let a palm run over his chest. He feels a hand at his feet, realises it’s Seungmin, lifting his foot to peel his socks off before he gets up and pulls his own soaking wet shirt over his head. Jeongin’s breath catches in his throat, his eyes roaming over all the newly exposed skin, more than he has ever had the privilege of seeing. Miles and miles of silky white skin, dusty brown nipples, a smattering of thin hair over Seungmin’s pecs.

Seungmin steps closer. His deft fingers find the waistband of Jeongin’s gym shorts, hooking into them as he looks Jeongin right in the eyes, and Jeongin almost forgets to breathe.

“Don’t worry, you can keep your underwear on, but you need to get out of these clothes, or you’ll get sick,” Seungmin murmurs gently, and Jeongin just nods, blearily, lets Seungmin shove his shorts down, help him step out of them. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees you shove your jeans down your legs, and Jeongin thinks he might pass out. It’s too much, so much skin, so much of your bodies that he’s been trying not to think about for the last two years …

Seungmin shucks his own jeans and socks off and takes Jeongin’s hand, leads him into the shower, makes sure he doesn’t trip, steps under the hot stream and drags Jeongin against his chest. The sensation of the warm water on his ice cold shoulders makes Jeongin gasp and Seungmin hums, rubs his hand up and down his arm, turns him around until he can wrap his arms around Jeongin’s middle again.

But when he turns, Jeongin comes face to face with you. You, water running down your face, down the column of your throat and then down your body that’s naked except for your underwear and Jeongin can’t help but look. You say his name again, delicately, softly, and he looks up. Meets your eyes. He’s helpless. He’s in love.

Seungmin’s fingers scrape over Jeongin’s abdomen, presses himself closer against Jeongin’s back. You take a step forward, until your chest is pressed against Jeongin’s, and Jeongin’s body sings, but doesn’t dare breathe. He doesn’t dare hope that this is what he thinks it is, that there is a chance …

Your fingers find his face, cradle it into your hands like it’s the most delicate thing in the world, whisper his name, again, like a prayer, and then you’re kissing him. Love shivers through his body like someone electrified his veins.

Your lips are soft. Cold but rapidly warming from the water. Your fingertips trace the shape of his face and Jeongin gasps into the kiss like he forgot how to breathe, his hands helplessly pawing at you, every new inch of skin he has never felt before making his stomach swirl with need. But then Seungmin starts pressing kisses over the span of his shoulders, warm lips dragging over wet skin, fingers still lingering over his stomach, and your tongue presses into his mouth and Jeongin’s mind empties. His eyes roll back into his head.

“Jeongin … Innie …” Seungmin rasps into his skin, voice shot. He presses a featherlight kiss behind his ear before he leans closer, breathes his next words right into Jeongin’s ear. “Baby … you were always meant to be a part of this.”

Jeongin keens into your lips, throws his head back against Seungmin’s shoulder, who wastes no time peppering kisses over Jeongin’s cheeks and jaw, before he gently, controlledly, spins Jeongin around in his arms, your arms replacing Seungmin’s around his middle, your lips Seungmin’s on his shoulders. Seungmin’s hands are more insistent when he grips Jeongin’s face, presses his forehead against his, but Jeongin couldn’t pick a favourite way if he tried. Seungmin dips forward, brushes his lips over Jeongin’s and Jeongin can’t do anything but hold his breath, wait patiently, helplessly, for whatever Seungmin is going to do with him.

“Baby, we love you,” Seungmin murmurs, hoarsely, before kissing Jeongin for real and Jeongin sobs out a moan. One of his hands surges forward, grabs Seungmin by the waist, pulling him flush against him, until he can feel his hard cock rubbing against his, sending sparks of bliss searing through his veins. He has no idea when he got hard, but of course, he has. How could he not. He licks into Seungmin’s hot mouth, reaches his other hand behind, blindly reaches for you, drags you closer, too, until Jeongin can feel nothing but you, you, you. This, right here, is everything he has ever wanted. He knows it now.

If this is a dream, he hopes he never wakes up.

But it’s too real to be a dream, even he knows that, and it only drives him more insane. The hot water cascades down his chest, Seungmin’s fingers dig into his jaw, prying his jaw open to lick into him deeper, to devour him from the inside out, his hips rutting grinding into his subtly, your fuck your now bare tits are pressing against his back, your hand travelling down, scratching your nails down the barely there bumps of his abs, until … until …

Jeongin moans pathetically into Seungmin’s lips when your hand slides between him and Seungmin, wraps around his cock over his boxers, palming him until his breathing is so heavy he can barely kiss Seungmin any more.

When you tug at his hips, pull him, so his back is resting against the tiles, he lets you, Seungmin following, reattaching his lips to Jeongin’s, kissing him like he can’t get enough, something that’s simultaneously so unlike and so much like him, it makes Jeongin smile madly into the kiss.

He’s so distracted he only barely registers his boxers being pulled down, soft fingers digging into his skin, lips pressed to his thighs, travelling up, lingering on the thick, dark blue bruise left by the hockey ball, until something mind-numbingly hot and wet wraps around his cock, and he has to dig his nails into Seungmin’s waist where he’s holding him close to stop himself from coming right then, his whole body shuddering violently with the pleasure that races through him.

Seungmin pulls back with a wicked grin on his slick, swollen lips, smoothes his palm over Jeongin’s shoulder, down his chest, follows Jeongin’s eyes as they travel down and–

Jeongin has to screw his eyes shut, his head thudding back against the shower wall, and take a steadying breath. Seungmin giggles, kisses his jaw, noses down his neck. When Jeongin chances another look down at you, he moans pathetically and nearly cries. You’re smiling at him, somehow, still, even though you’re on your knees – for him, he thinks breathlessly – your pretty, sweet lips wrapped around Jeongin’s cock, fingers holding him by the base, your other hand splayed over his thigh. His hand is shaking when he reaches down, cups your cheek, wipes away a stray tear that escapes the corner of your eye from the stretch.

You blink, and then you swallow him down further, and he can feel it not only in his cock but also the hand holding your face, and it drags moans out of him he never thought he was capable of. Blearily, he brings his free hand to his mouth, trying to quiet himself down, so Seungmin’s neighbours can’t hear, but Seungmin won’t have it. He tugs his hand away, replaces it with his lips.

“Shh,” Seungmin mumbles, “none of that. Let us hear you.”

The words, the domineering rasp in Seungmin’s voice – it’s so fucking hot, Jeongin nearly loses it, his cock throbbing in your mouth.

“I w-won’t last,” he stutters, sucks in a breath and moans again with an extra delicious bob of your head that makes your tongue drag along the underside of his cock just right.

“You don’t have to,” Seungmin murmurs, presses a wet kiss against the corner of Jeongin’s mouth, “we just want to make you feel good.”

He swipes the pad of his thumb over Jeongin’s nipple and Jeongin melts, collapses against Seung’s shoulder, holds onto him for dear life and just takes every ounce of pleasure, lets it burn through him until there’s nothing left except you and Seungmin, right here, in this moment.

It doesn’t take long for him to feel the familiar tug of his orgasm in the pit of his stomach, and it’s like you can tell, because you pull your sinful lips off his cock, climb to your feet with the help of Seungmin’s helping hand, and pull Jeongin into a dizzying kiss. He can taste himself when he licks into your mouth, salt and musk and something else, and he briefly wonders what it would be like to taste Seungmin there.

Seungmin’s hand wraps around his cock, all long fingers and tight grip and jerks him off, hard and fast, just how Jeongin likes it, like he somehow studied Jeongin’s brain and figured it out, and it doesn’t take a minute before Jeongin is coming, spilling hot and thick all over his hand, over the shower wall, legs nearly buckling, desperately gasping out loud moans that you swallow, leaving him heaving out desperate breaths in the aftershocks, his whole body alight with tiny fireworks of pleasure.

When he finds his ability to speak, he tries to speak, to mumble something about you not getting off, but Seungmin kisses his words off his lips, saying something about this being about Jeongin, not them. Seungmin chuckles when Jeongin promises you he’ll let you sit on his face, let Seungmin ride him as hard as he wants the next morning, a sweet rasp to his voice when he murmurs “I’ll hold you to it.”

He doesn’t put up a fight when Seungmin turns him around to shampoo his hair while you carefully wash his body, both of your hands so gentle, so soft on him that it makes tears prick at his eyes, but his exhaustion is too overwhelming, his orgasm having only made the heaviness of his muscles more prominent. You deposit him against the shower wall and he watches, with a lazy grin, as you and Seungmin wash each other, as the simple act of it devolves into hot kisses, then wandering hands, Seungmin’s hand between your legs, his cock in your hand. His own cock kicks valiantly because God, you look better together than he could’ve ever imagined, and the noises Seungmin pulls out of you make all the porn he’s ever watched pale in comparison. You pull Jeongin in for a kiss before you come, allow him to swallow your moans just like you swallowed his as you shake through your high, before Jeongin kisses Seungmin instead, batting his hand away and stroking him until his calm, collected Seungmin comes all over his hand with a choked moan, hips twitching, fucking his – long, beautiful – cock into Jeongin’s hand.

When you’ve both come down, Seungmin presses a soft kiss to Jeongin’s temple, you press one to his lips, and then Seungmin shuts off the shower. You wrap Jeongin in a towel, rub him dry, and everything else is as it always is, this part the same domestic bliss it has always been, except while you brush your teeth you tuck yourself under his free arm, your head resting against Jeongin’s shoulder, and Seung’s foot is hooked around his leg where he’s perched next to the sink.

When he crawls into bed, he lets out a deep guttural groan, one that makes you giggle and Seungmin nudge him with his foot.

“Move over,” he mumbles, and Jeongin throws him a look. Usually Seungmin sleeps in the middle, wedged in between you and Jeongin, feeding on your cuddles in a way he would kill you if you ever told anyone else. When Jeongin doesn’t move, Seungmin digs his fingers into Jeongin’s side, until Jeongin screeches and scoots into the middle of the bed, right into your waiting arms.

You wrap yourself around his back and nuzzle your nose into the hair at the back of his head and hum happily. Jeongin wraps his arm over yours, pulls you closer, relishes in the giggle you breathe into his skin, and watches Seungmin get into bed, turn to him and pull the covers up to his nose. He looks adorable. Jeongin has never been so in love.

He lets the big smile that wants to take over his face, do just that, and the flush that creeps up Seungmin’s ears, the rapid blinking of his big brown eyes – they only make him smile more, until Seungmin is so flustered he huffs and turns around and turns the light off. That makes Jeongin bark out a laugh.

They settle into silence, but Jeongin can’t sleep. His whole body is thrumming with everything, a quiet, gnawing worry in his heart, about what will happen with his scholarship, though the simple knowledge that this, this home he has built with his best friends, isn’t going anywhere, is making him feel like maybe he will be okay. But it’s still all so new, so confusing, yet it feels so right …

You say his name quietly into the darkness, and he turns around.

Seungmin immediately cuddles himself into his back, which makes Jeongin smile.

He can just about make out the contours of your face, the sparkle of your eyes in the dim light.

“I just wanted to … It doesn’t feel right not to acknowledge it,” you mumble, pat around the sheets until you find Jeongin’s hand, lace your fingers with his.

“We never meant to exclude you, I need you to know that. That thing at the party … it just … happened. One second we were giggling and messing around in the jacuzzi and the next we were kissing and it was so sudden and so intense … but then it kept happening and it felt so right, but …” you take a deep breath and Jeongin squeezes your hand. Seungmin’s hand slips under Jeongin’s shirt, fingers caressing the skin of his stomach, “we didn’t know how to bring it up and you were so stressed about the game and,” you chuckle sadly, “and we were scared you wouldn’t feel the same, or think we were weird and then what … we’d have to figure out how to do this without you. Maybe we’d lose you altogether.”

Jeongin sighs, lets his hand trail you up your wrist, your arm, until he traces it over the soft swell of your cheek, relishes in the way you lean into his touch.

“I thought I was losing you,” he mumbles, and you sigh, press closer, until your breath is on his lips and his heart is in his throat.

“Never, Innie, never.”

You press a kiss to his lips, and before you can go back in for more, he realises he never said it back. The thing that he has known all these years, but never allowed himself to acknowledge.

“I love you, too,” he rasps out, and you freeze in front of him, where you were just going to kiss him again, “b-both of you. I think I’ve been in love with you since the day we met. I thought you could never feel the same.”

You laugh, light as air, right into his lips, and suddenly Seungmin is hovering over him, staring down at him incredulously.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” he asks, and to his credit, he sounds almost angry, “you dumb boy, why didn’t you say anything?!”

Jeongin stares up at him, only manages to shrug helplessly.

“We … were flirting with each other. With you. I felt it then, Y/Nie did, too. But you …” Seungmin takes a steadying breath, “you didn’t respond. You were all standoff-ish, recoiled when we touched you. So we didn’t … so we … fuck, Jeongin …”

Giddiness fizzes through Jeongin’s veins so fast it makes him lightheaded.

He pulls Seungmin down, slams his lips against his, before he flips him over kisses him into the pillows until he’s panting, before dragging you closer to kiss you, too.

He’s in love with his best friends. They love him back.

He gets the email about his scholarship two weeks later, at the dinner turned frat party Chan’s frat hosts for the hockey team and their friends.

He wasn’t even going to read it then, but he knows he won’t be able to relax if he doesn’t. He nudges your leg with his toe and you turn immediately. He turns his phone, you read the title of the email and your eyes widen. You nudge Seungmin and mumble it to him and he stares at Jeongin with big eyes, motions for him to read it. So Jeongin does.

“Dear Mr Yang, after having seen your dedication to the field hockey team of blablabla … oh my god,” his breath stutters. Both you and Seungmin and also Felix, who is sitting a few feet away, next to Chan turn their head to him.

“What?! What is it?”

Jeongin looks up and grins.

“We are pleased to count you as one of our scholarship recipients for the next academic year!”

You squeal, scramble up, fling yourself into Jeongin’s arms, nearly knocking him off his chair in your enthusiasm. Felix squeals, too, claps his hands happily and Chan hollers the news into the room until Jeongin is surrounded by his team, though his hand is solidly caught in yours.

Seungmin somehow finds his other side, his hand slithering up Jeongin’s spine and making itself at home at the back of his head, before he tugs Jeongin in to kiss his temple. He doesn’t kiss him in public. Something about it being too personal, just for them. It makes Jeongin’s heart skip a beat.

“I knew they would see just how much you do for the team,”

Seungmin mumbles, and Jeongin beams.

He has his scholarship. He’ll be able to graduate. Summer is about to start and he will spend it on a roadtrip to the coast with his two best friends, who he is also allowed to snuggle and kiss and who love him more than he knows. His whole body is fizzing with happiness.

“Where’s Minho?” he asks into the room and Chan looks around, then shrugs.

“Kitchen, probably.”

Jeongin extricates himself from the group, makes his way to the kitchen.

“Minho! Guess what! You won’t have to find a new defender next– oops“

Whatever Jeongin expected to see when he pushes the door to the kitchen open, it’s not this.

Minho is … kissing Jisung. Scratch that, he’s making out with Jisung, who is perched on the kitchen counter in tight jeans, his legs possessively wrapped around Minho’s waist, Minho’s hands somewhere under Jisung’s cute little cropped sweater. Jeongin swears there is eyeliner smudged around Jisung’s eyelids. When Minho pulls away, he does so with a sigh. He wipes his mouth nonchalantly, but his ears are burning, and he blinks at Jeongin almost nervously.

Jeongin laughs. He can’t help it. He looks at Jisung and he looks so happy, sitting pretty with Minho between his legs.

“You don’t have to find a new defender. I got my scholarship extended for next year,” Jeongin announces with a grin. Minho’s mouth falls open, and then he takes two big steps towards him and pulls Jeongin into a bear hug. Jisung squeals, jumps off the counter and throws his arms around them both.

“Yay, congrats, Innie!” he yells.

Minho peels himself off Jeongin and Jeongin laughs, reaches out to ruffle Jisung’s hair.

“You’re just happy you don’t have to find a new roommate.” Jisung scoffs, cuffs Jeongin in the arm.

“Not like you’re ever home anyways.”

And Jeongin can’t argue with that.

Jisung mutters something about celebrating, skips out of the kitchen in the search of a keg or something bubbly to drink, leaving Minho and Jeongin alone.

“Congrats, Jeonginnie,” Minho says, pats Jeongin’s shoulder again.

“Thanks, Dad,” Jeongin grins, and Minho rolls his eyes. There’s a brief moment of silence.

“So, …” Jeongin starts, “you and Jisung, huh.”

Minho huffs out a laugh, turns around, busies himself throwing away a stack of paper plates from dinner. His ears turn red again, and he avoids Jeongin’s eyes. Lee Minho is flustered. Jeongin never thought he’d see the day. Jeongin gives him a stern look, crosses his arms over his chest.

“I hope your intentions for him are good,” he intones in a fake, fatherly baritone.

Minho groans, throws a balled up paper towel in his direction. It doesn’t even reach Jeongin.

“No, but seriously, are you serious about him? Because I don’t know what he told you, but I can guarantee you, Han Jisung is not one for casual.”

Minho turns back to Jeongin, crosses his arms over his chest.

“Well, I don’t know if you know this, but neither am I. So, yes, I’m serious about him. I like him a lot,” he sighs, but he’s smirking, “him and his big brown eyes and his decently sized dick and his loser rizz.” Jeongin breaks out into a full belly laugh.

“Oh my god, I can't believe told you about that.”

Minho grins.

“And just for the record, his dick is more than just decently sized,” he smirks, waggling his eyebrows at Jeongin and Jeongin fakes a gag. “Gross, didn’t need to know that,” he shudders.

He hears Jisung yell something from the cellar, then Chan answering and his heavy footfall down the steps. Jisung must have found something worth lugging into the living room.

“Hey, aren’t you meant to be the one giving me the shovel talk? Since I’m dating your brother and all?” Jeongin suddenly asks, and Minho scoffs, but there’s no bite to it.

“I hate to break it to you, but you, Y/N and Seung have been dating in every sense except for the name since the day I met you. Plus, you’ve always been disgustingly gone for each other.”

Jeongin can’t help the blush that creeps up his neck.

“Also, which of you is going to break up, hm? I’m pretty sure none of you could live without each other at this point.”

Hearing Minho talk about them like that makes giddy love bubble up in Jeongin’s chest. And he’s probably grinning like a maniac, if Minho’s amused laugh is anything to judge by.

“See? Case in point,” he announces. Somewhere in the living room there’s a thud, then loud cheering. Minho grabs a stack of solo cups from a cupboard and makes for the door.

“Now let’s get back out there before they start celebrating without you.”

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krosiefics · 3 months ago

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i wanna see you naked • yang jeongin

M D N I 18+

Synopsis: You and Jeongin decide to play two truths and a lie, taking shots of soju as a punishment. Who knew that with all the drinking Jeongin would confess his fantasies about you.

WC: 2k

Tags/Warnings: afab!reader, softdom!jeongin, bsf!jeongin, pure smut, pwp, intoxicated sex FULLY CONSENSUAL, piv, unprotected sex (DON’T DO THAT…also pee after sex guys), creampie, breeding kink(?), grinding, cunnilingus (clothed cunnilingus), fingering, hair pulling, doggystyle, light spanking, not proof read

a/n: YES THIS IS INSPIRED BY HIS SOLO STAGE BECAUSE WTF WAS THAT…Baby Bread nuh uh more like Daddy Toast…sorry-look I know Jeongin’s saying “call you my hallucination” (????) I think…it’s something hallucinations- but let’s all admit we ALL heard ‘I wanna see you naked’

“Ugh, I’m so bored!” You groaned, tossing your head back. You sat on the floor in front of the sofa while your best friend played and braided your hair behind you. “Hey, isn’t me doing your hair fun?” The black hair boy with a bleached spot commented. You turned your head, shooting him a playful glare. “You’re the one braiding it.”

“Fine, fine. What if we play a game?” Jeongin hummed, a piece of your hair unbraiding itself when his fingers loosened. “Ooh, two truths and a lie!” You say excitedly, giving him the strand of hair that had fallen against the nape of your neck, “I’ll start!”

“You suck at braiding hair. I don’t like your weirdly spotted hair…and,” you begin to ponder a third statement, “and I think your dimples are cute.”

You smile to yourself, a small tug of your hair causes you to scowl, “Hey!”

“I do not suck at braiding hair, I’m just learning!” Jeongin scoffs in a jokingly offended tone.

You turn over your shoulder again, Jeongin’s grasp on your hair seizing yet again. You give him an unamused look, shaking your head.

“What’s the lie Innie?” You prompt him, “I dunno…you’ve never called my simple cute before so that’s weird. And you haven’t really cared about my hair…I’m gonna say it’s the hair one?” Jeongin stated in a questioning manner, shrugging as he attempted to restart the braid- again. You pull your hair away, swiveling your body to face Jeongin.

“Correct, I do like your weirdly spotted hair. What do you want?” Jeongin gave you a confused look, “What do you mean ‘what do I want’?”

“Well you won that round, what do you want?”

“Oh we’re getting penalties?” Jeongin hummed in amusement, his interest peaking in this game, “Go get me one of those mochis you hide, I know you have some.”

You frown at him before getting up from your spot on the floor to retrieve the doughy dessert. A few more rounds of the game went on before the two of you decided to turn it into a drinking game, a shot of soju for every loss. You’ve lost track of how many rounds have gone by, your mind too fuzzy from the alcohol to recall.

“Okay, my turn again!” Jeongin grinned, he wasn’t nearly as drunk as you, having given you insane scenarios to choose from and getting almost every round of yours right. “I’ve seen you naked.”

“What?!” Your eyes shoot open, Jeongin’s statement sobering you slightly. “You want to see me naked.”

Your cheeks flush red, cause it’s true- though you’d never admit it. You must be a madman to not think that your best friend is hot, and that fact alone has made you have some thoughts about him.

“And, I wanna see you naked.”

Jeongin’s cheeks had a pink hue, though you couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol. “What?” You breathed out shakily, you could feel yourself become aroused, you blamed the soju for that.

“I…I wanna see you naked.” Jeongin repeated himself, his face turning a darker shade of pink now.

You had no clue what possessed you to strip yourself of your loose t-shirt, but you blamed it on the alcohol. Jeongin watched your every move as you rid yourself of the material, his lip caught between his teeth. The sight alone sent arousal straight to his hardening cock, twitching in his pants.

You tossed the shirt somewhere onto the floor nearby, barring your bra covered chest to Jeongin. The black haired boy stared at you, his eyes grazing every bit of your exposed skin. He hesitantly brought his hand up before trailing his index finger along your bra strap.

Jeongin’s fingers trailed along the top trim of the bra, following the curve of your breast. Your breath hitches and he stops, Jeongin gives you a knowing look, you simply shake your head assuring him to go on. “Can I…can I take this off?” He stared up at you with flushed cheeks and a lazy soft gaze.

“Only if you,” You say, you bring your hand up to the hem of his white t-shirt implying your want, “take this off too.” Jeongin happily complies, a wide grin plastered across his face as he lifted and tugged his shirt over his head. “So I guess you do wanna see me naked.” He grins, you let out a playful huff.

Jeongin watches as your chest heaves and your thighs rub together under his eyes. Jeongin shifted closer towards you, “Is this okay?” His breath fanned across your cheek to your ear, you simply nodded in response. Jeongin’s fingers unclasped your bra from the back, the straps falling off your shoulders before the full undergarment was discarded.

The boy in front of you just stared in awe at your body, his eyes ranking up and down each curve of your breasts and waist. Growing timid under his gaze, you cross your arms in front of your body.

“Are you uncomfortable?” He asks, his hand reaching to rest gently on your knee.

“No,” You breath out shakily, “I dunno…I know it’s weird but…I want it so bad- fuck I want you so bad.” You ramble, your trembling hands cupping his face. Oh how you wanted to lean in and kiss his pink lips. “Fucking hell.” Jeongin breathed out before connecting your lips together.

His lips were rough against yours, every ounce of lust and desire fueling the kiss. You raised from your spot on the floor, climbing onto Jeongin’s lap, straddling his thighs. Jeongin’s hands are immediately on your body, trailing them along your hips to your waist. His hands trailed slowly towards your ass, but never quite grabbed you.

Out of frustration you took his hands in yours and placed them on your ass, letting him know that it’s okay. Jeongin’s rough hands squeezed the fatty flesh before rubbing the area. You moan into his mouth when you feel his erection poking your clothed cunt.

“Fuck,” You bite your lip, pulling away from the kiss and resting your head against his. “Wanted this for so long, Innie.” You whine as his hands cup your breast, his fingers flicking your hardened buds. “Shit baby, I’ve wanted this too!” Jeongin says, his hips bucking into you.

Your hands fumble to his waistband, trying to desperately free him of the clothing. Jeongin’s lips attached to your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there. Once you tugged at his slacks, he lifted his hips, letting you slide the pants along with his underwear down.

“Fuck, can I?” You say, pulling away from his lips once more as you stared at his erected cock. “Next time babe.” Jeongin said, watching you with amusement as you drooled over his cock. He swiftly flipped you onto your back, his fingers going to the waistband of your loose shorts.

You helped Jeongin slide them down your shorts, as you were gonna reach to pull your underwear down, he stopped you. “Don’t.” Jeongin simply stated, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

He maneuvered himself downwards till he was settled between your legs. Jeongin left kisses along your thighs up towards your heat. As he stared at your panties, he noticed a wet patch of your arousal stained on them, a sense of pride swelled over him knowing that he was the cause of it.

Jeongin suddenly leaned in and licked a stripe up your folds, a gasped moan falling from your lips as he continued lapping up your covered cunt. “Ah, Innie…they’ll be ruined.” You could feel the vibrations of his chuckle against your throbbing cunt, “I’ll buy you new ones, yeah?” He said, his hand making its way between your legs, slipping them under your panties and circling around your entrance.

“Ah, fuck Innie.” You moaned out as his finger nudged your panty to the side allowing his younger to finally meet your leaking pussy. Jeongin worked his finger in and out of your hole, stretching you by pushing another in, curling them at the right angle.

“Innie-“ You whined, neediness taking out your body, “Jeongin- stop!” And he did, Jeongin looked at you with round eyes, worried that he did something wrong or that he hurt you. “Are you okay?!” He says, pulling his finger out and wiping it on the couch cushion.

“I’m fine Innie, but if you don’t fuck me right now, so help me God.” Jeongin let out a sigh of relief before a small chuckle escaped his lips, “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He said climbing up to your face and leaving a kiss on your cheek.

You felt your face flush, “I- Jeongin…don’t just say stuff like that I- what?!” The words you formed in your head went numb on your tongue. Jeongin simply bit his lip cockily. “You…ugh.” You groaned, pushing his body off of yours, straddling his hips once again before taking his cock in your hand and dragging it along your wet folds.

“Oh fuck.” Jeongin hissed, his hands flying to your hips, gripping tightly. Every trace of his cockiness was wiped away. You could feel him throbbing underneath you, the veins along his cock protruding at the need for friction. “Babe, don’t start something you can’t finish.” Jeongin warns, squeezing the flesh at your hip.

“Who says I can’t finish it?” You taunt, a playful smirk on your face. Before you could blink, Jeongin had flipped you over the couch, your hands pinned above your head with one of his hands as his other guided the tip of his cock to your entrance.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Jeongin smirks, barely pushing his tip in before pulling out again. “This is still okay right? You don’t need me to stop-“ “Yang Jeongin! I swear if you ask me that one more time- if I want you to stop I’ll tell you, just fuck me already.”

With your confirmation, Jeongin flushes out against your ass as he pushes himself into your warm heat. Erotic moans falling from both of your mouths. “Shit, you’re so tight baby.”

“Fuck, I feel so full.” You whine as Jeongin starts thrusting into you.

Jeongin watches as your tits bounce with each thrust he gives. His eyes linger on your ass as it smacks against his pelvis. A sudden smack echoed throughout the living space, followed by a sting of pain on your asscheek. Jeongin watched as the flesh moved under his touch, how it reddened so quickly, how you moaned as he spanked you.

“You're so pretty like this, bent over and taking my cock like this.” Jeongin’s words go straight to your cunt, that familiar knot forming in your stomach.

“Holy fuck I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered as Jeongin continued pounding you from behind. You were suddenly pulled back by your hair, forcing you to look up. “You gonna cum on my cock, doll?” Jeongin mumbled, his grip on your hair loosening so that he doesn’t hurt you.

“Mmm, fuck yes Innie! Please can I cum.” You cried out as your climax neared. “Cum on my cock baby, you got it.” He encouraged, his pace never faltering. A few more thrust and you orgasmed, a watery liquid wetting the two of you. “Fuck, you’re so sexy- you’re clenching so hard on me, doll.”

“Shit I’m gonna cum- where do you want it?” Jeongin grunted, his fingers retreating from your hair and wrists, gripping your hips yet again for support. “Inside.” You whimpered due to the overstimulation. Jeongin groaned as he filled you up with his seed, resting his head against the back of your shoulder as he emptied out inside of you, “You’re milking my cock so well baby.”

After pulling out and washing up, the two of you just layed there on the sofa in a daze. “So what was the lie?” You broke the silence. Jeongin looked over at you with a small smile, “That I had seen you naked- which I guess now isn’t necessarily a lie anymore.”

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jiniretracha · 10 months ago

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SKZ as your boyfriend

How I imagine the SKZ members would act around you as your partners.

Warnings: Fluff and smut

Word Count: 3.4k

MASTERLIST // my Ko-Fi

BANG CHAN

SFW

Worries about you 24/7: This man is a protector. If he’s not there with you, physically, he’ll send you texts every once in a while, asking you how was your day, or if you had something to eat.

Takes good care of you when you’re on your period: Whenever you are on your period, he’d always come back from work with bags full of snacks that he knows you like and the pads you use (he has obviously memorised the details of them so that he wouldn’t mess up and bring the ones you don’t use).

Gets along really well with your parents: Chan is a gentleman. Your mother adores him and he’s now your dad’s best friend. He’ll thank them for raising such a sweet girl like you, making your mom swoon and hug him. Your parents know you’ve found the one.

Takes you out on dates any time he can: He likes to spoil you, a lot. He likes to take you out on dates just because he knows you love to dress up and get your makeup done nicely for the occasion, and also because he loves to spend time with you while enjoying a nice dinner. It's a win-win situation. And also… he’s never going to let you pay. He’ll get mad at you if you even insinuate you should split the check up.

Lets you wear his clothes: If he sees you shiver, he wouldn’t hesitate. Even if it’s 4 degrees outside, he wouldn’t think twice of taking his hoodie off and giving it to you. From one side, because he’d never let you suffer from the cold or get sick because of it, and from the other, because he absolutely adores seeing you wearing his clothes.

Nicknames I think he’d use on you: Baby, Babygirl, Princess

NSFW

He is possessive: If he sees someone from the staff giving you the eyes, or even someone online commenting how hot you looked, he’d see red. He knew what he had and he’d be damned if someone took you away from him. He’d obviously take that pent up frustration out on you in the best way possible.

His favourite position: Missionary. He loves to watch your fucked out face as he fucks you. He gets the best view of your chest bouncing in front of his eyes and loves the way you wrap your arms around his neck while your hands are on his hair, gripping it.

He thinks aftercare is so important. He wouldn’t let you fall asleep without cleaning you up with a rag or drawing you a bath.

After taking you apart again and again, he’d wrap his big ass arms around you and cuddle you, spooning you from behind.

LEE KNOW

SFW

Cooks for you: We have seen it in several blogs, this man can cook. Even if you know how to, he’d never let you step foot in the kitchen. He wants and likes to cook for you.

Gets jealous easily but in a playful way: He’d see you talk to one of the members or a staff member and he’d immediately put on a pouty face. You’d go back to him and he’d pull away, making you frown. “Go back to your new boyfriend” he’d playfully say. He then tells you you can make it up to him by giving him endless kisses and cuddles.

Can read you like a book: I feel like this man knows you very well. He’ll know how you feel with just one look at your face. And the best part, he’d know just what to do. If he senses you’re feeling bad, he'll wrap his arms around you silently and he’ll make you feel better.

Treats you like the mother of his cats: Whenever he’s with his cats and he sees you arrive, he’d tell them: “Look, mommy’s here”, making you coo and lead him on with his antics.

Annoys you: He knows how to push your buttons. He’d see you on your bed, scrolling the feed of your Instagram and he’d drop himself on top of you, making you huff in surprise and start squealing, pleading him to get off of you.

Nicknames: Jagiya (Korean for ‘baby’), Bunny, Baby

NSFW

I feel like Minho would be the type of boyfriend who would let out his pent up frustration out on you by fucking you, and viceversa. He’d let you take your anger out on him in the most pleasurable way.

Favourite position: All fours. Absolutely. This man loves your ass and he loves to watch it as he fucks you from behind.

Booty slaps 24/7: It is known that Lee Minho loves to slap the member’s asses. You aren’t the exception. Hell, it’s even worse. He’d be obsessed with your ass. No matter how big or small it is. He’ll slap, touch or even cuddle it as much as he can.

Hair Pulling: I know this man is in fact into hair pulling. In whichever position he’s taking you in, he’ll grab and pull on your hair. Even when you aren’t having sex, if he sees you in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, he’ll wrap his fingers around your hair, pulling it gently so that he can pull your head back and kiss your neck as he whispers a “good morning” into your skin.

CHANGBIN

SFW

Carries ALL of your bags for you: Dating a gymbro (because, let’s face it, he’s one of them) comes with a lot of perks. Changbin would never let you carry your bags. You go to the market? He’ll carry the bags with groceries. You’re coming back from a trip? He’ll carry your luggage. Even if you’re feeling exhausted from walking, he’ll offer his back for you to hop on and carry you. And don’t say no, he’ll feel offended. He loves carrying his girl.

Spams your phone with lots of pics from the gym: Whenever he goes to the gym (which is always), he’ll never forget to send you a mirror pic while working out.

Walks with an arm around you: Changbin will always walk with an arm around you. Always. He wants you to feel loved and protected.

Buys you plushies: Whenever there’s an anniversary, a birthday, a date night, or just a random day, he’ll always buy a plushie that reminds him of you or something that you said. Of course, he’ll gift you every single edition that comes out of Dwaekki, always. You need to have them all.

Stares at you: You’ll catch Changbin staring at you all the time. You’d be talking or ranting about something of your interest and he’ll probably won’t listen to you. He’s too busy staring at your pretty face to pay attention. Even if someone is talking to him, and you’re in the same room, he’ll probably won’t listen to them, he’ll just stare at his girlfriend.

Nicknames: Beautiful, Babe, Doll.

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Changbin, a guy with big arms, would like to show you how strong he is by manhandling you into any position he’d like.

Favourite position: Against a wall. As I said before, he likes to show how strong he is. I’ll bet he’d love to hoist you in his arms, press you against a wall and just give it to you.

I feel like sex with Changbin will be hardcore or very soft and vanilla. There is no in between. There will be nights where he’ll just want to release and pound into you, drilling you into the mattress. And there will be nights where he’ll just want to make love to you and shower you with kisses and sweet nothings whispered into your ear.

HYUNJIN

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Museum dates: He loves going to museums, and loves spending time with you. So why not combine those things? Hyunjin would love to walk through a museum or art gallery while holding your hand.

Gifts you his art: Jinnie loves painting you and sketching you. He’ll show his love and dedication for you through his art. As his number one fan, you’d have them framed on the wall all around your house. Whenever you have a visit, you’d always tell them with a proud smile on your face: “My boyfriend did that”.

Clingy: As much as Hyunjin loves to say he doesn’t like skinship, I know that thought will fly out of his mind as soon as he meets the love of his life (aka you). He’ll always hold hands with you. Always. He’ll randomly hug you. He’ll press kisses on your neck, cheeks, lips, everywhere in his reach.

Being romantic 24/7: That boy is so romantic and will try to show his love for you in every way possible. He’ll gift you a sketchbook filled with drawings of your face. Gifts you a notebook filled (from first to last page) with poetry written only for you. His muse. Will give you flowers every time he can. Red roses, specifically, because he knows that they embody love.

Flirty: We all know it’s in Hyunjin’s nature to be flirty. He won’t let it be an exception around you. He’ll flirt with you all the time. When you’re alone, when you’re in public, always. He’ll say the worst and cheesiest pick up lines and the most romantic ones as well.

Nicknames: My muse, Angel, Baby.

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Hyunjin loves morning sex. He loves waking you up in the most delicious way. He’ll start by sucking on the soft skin on your neck. Then, trailing his lips to your chest, gives you an orgasm with his mouth and then he’d slide into you and make you come at least twice before you even have the chance to open your eyes. Afterwards, he’d press a long kiss onto your lips and whisper: “Good morning, my muse”.

Favourite position: Missionary. I feel like Hyunjin would love to brace himself up on top of you with those arms and whisper into your lips the filthiest things.

I know he’s into choking. He knows he has beautiful and hot hands, and he just loves seeing them wrapped around your neck. He’ll even fuck you in front of a mirror with his hand on your neck, making you watch how beautiful you are while you take him.

He’s a whore for oral: In both ways. He loves when you sink to your knees for him and you wrap your lips around him. He loves the way you suck him off. He’d commit crimes for it. And vice versa. With those lips, I know he’s good at it. He’ll just plaster his face into your core, his nose pressing against your clit while he devours you. He loves tasting you and pulling those sinful moans out of you.

HAN

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Writes songs about you: Jisung can’t stop writing songs about you. He loves you so much and his hand would grow tired from all the lyrics his mind would come up with about how beautiful you are and how much he adores you as he writes them down.

Let’s you brush his hair: You’d sit him down on a chair or on the bed while you brush his hair softly and he’d just stare at you with the biggest simp grin on his face.

Sings you to sleep: He knows you love his voice and how soothing you think it is. Jisung would just wrap his arms around you, press a kiss into your hair and lowly sing one of your favourite tunes or a song he wrote about you without you knowing about the existence of it.

Steals your clothes: I know Jisung would love showing up to the studio wearing one of your hoodies. He loves wearing them because they have your scent and perfume, and it makes him feel at home. The member would ask him if it he was wearing a new hoodie and he’d just smile with his lips pressed against each other and shake his head. “Nope, it’s my girl’s”.

Loves to hold you: Whether it is your hand, your arm, or your body in a hug, he has to hold you. As someone who gets anxious pretty often, Jisung finds it reassuring to know he has you there for him and just your touch and presence will calm him down and soothe the anxiety.

Nicknames: Cutie, Sweetie, honey

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I feel like Jisung would be the sweetest thing in bed. Always asking if what he’s doing is okay, if he’s hurting you and if you’re feeling okay.

Favourite position: Cowgirl. He loves having you on top of you. He’d place his hands on your hips and get the best view from where he lies.

He’s very vocal in bed, always telling you how good you’re making him feel, how good your pussy feels around his cock. He’d never hide his moans from you, never.

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Clingy: Just like Hyunjin, but we all know this man is a sucker for skinship. It is a need. He always has to have some sort of contact with your skin. Holding your hand, his hand on your thigh, your arm, you name it.

Puts you above anything else: You’re his number one priority. And it is non-debatable. If you’re sick, he’ll drop everything to go to you and take care of you. If you want to go on a date, he’ll drop everything to get you that date. If you want to watch a movie, even if he knows he doesn’t like it, even if it’s a horror movie, he’ll put it on.

Kisses 24/7: He lives for your kisses. He loves you so much he can’t go one single second without feeling your kiss. He’d see you across the room, and he’ll walk to you and press a kiss to your lips. The reason? Nothing, he doesn't have to have one. He just loves you and loves showing it to you. He’ll always shower your face with kisses. Always.

Creates playlists with songs that reminds him of you: You wouldn’t be surprised if he shared a link to a playlist he made for the two of you, filled with songs that remind him of you and how he feels for you. You wouldn’t be surprised because he’s the sweetest boy ever.

Heart Eyes: The members are always teasing him about how whipped he is for you. And he doesn’t even try to hide it. He’s always staring at you whenever you’re in the same room as him. He can’t help it. Lix thinks he is the luckiest person in the world because you’re with him. He’ll unconsciously smile as he gives you the most lovesick puppy look.

Nicknames: Sunshine, My love, Princess (because if he gets called ‘prince’, then you’re his princess).

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He knows you love his deep voice (who doesn’t) and he takes advantage of it. He’d tell you how good you feel, how sexy and beautiful you are, how he is the luckiest person in the world to be able to fuck you, all with his deep, sensual voice.

Favourite position: Any position he gets to see your face in. If you want him to give it to you from behind, he just has to have a mirror in front of the two of you so he can see your face as he takes you apart and puts you back together.

Felix loves your tits. Loves them. He could spend the rest of his life buried in them. It doesn’t matter how big or small they are. He will worship them no matter what. He loves to suck on them, lay on them, fuck them, grab them, squish them, spit on them.

I feel like Lix has a praise kink. He absolutely does. Just like he compliments you, he likes to receive them as well. HIs eyes would roll back every time you whisper against his skin how good he’s making you feel, how big he is or how much you love him.

He’ll get inside the shower without a warning, loving how you feel all wet and soaped up against him. He’d just take you against the shower wall without a warning, and you’d absolutely give it to him because you could never resist him.

SEUNGMIN

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Constant teasing: He’ll tease you with the most cringey nicknames or things, annoying you but on the inside, you know that he does that only to the people he loves. And you love knowing you’re one of them.

Takes pictures of you: Seungmin will take random pictures of you whenever he feels like it. He sees you concentrated on something, or just laying on the couch watching some shitty tv show and he’d grab his phone, and take a picture of you. He’ll have a photo album in his gallery filled with pictures of you. Let’s say that at least 80% of his used storage is simply pictures of you.

Asks you which pictures should he post on his Instagram: The only person he’d ask to pick which pictures he could post on his Instagram is you. He wants your opinion on how he looks and loves to watch you gasp as he scrolls down the pictures he shows you for you to pick.

Frames your face before kissing you: He’ll put his hands on your cheeks, look down at your lips with those beautiful brown eyes and kiss you in the sweetest way possible.

Loves your hugs: As someone who claims he doesn’t like skinship that much, you’re the only one who can hug him. He is a sucker for your hugs. He’ll have a hard time initiating them at first, but once he gets more comfortable in the relationship, he’ll randomly hug you, whenever he feels like it.

Nickname: Darling, Sweetheart, Sugar.

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He’s a mean dom. We all know that. He’ll tease and edge you all night long if he wants to.

Favourite position: Reverse cowgirl. He’d love to watch the way you fuck yourself down on his cock while watching the way your ass shakes as it slaps against his thighs, and grabs your hips.

Loves to mark you up, because he’s a possessive little shit. He likes to adorn your neck with purple marks and see the handprints on your ass cheeks. He gets bummed that you can’t give him marks, due to his idol position and all, but he knows he’d love to get marked by his girl.

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Smiles every time he sees you laugh: This man has such a beautiful smile, and it always pops up in his face whenever he hears you chuckle. He can’t help it. He loves it even more when he’s the one making you laugh.

Loves to take pictures with you: He loves taking selfies and he loves it even more when you are with him in them. He loves wrapping his arms around you and taking a picture in front of a mirror. Loves cuddling you and taking a selfie with you in his arms.

Brings you food whenever he comes back home: He’d come back with dinner for the both of you after a long day of recording or practising. Even if he’s exhausted, he’d never fail to stop at a restaurant or a market to buy food for the both of you. And he’d never forget to buy you your favourite chocolate or ice cream pint for dessert.

Gets shy easily when you compliment him: You’d say something nice to him, like: “You look beautiful today” or “I love you so much”, and he’d immediately hide his smile and pretty blush by looking down. You’d tease him about it, poking your fingers on his stomach, making him giggle.

Lends you his jewellery: He loves watching you play with his rings and his necklaces, so at a certain point he’ll just pull them off his fingers or unclasp it from around his neck and put it on you. He’d reassure you it looks better on you, anyways.

Nicknames: Baby, Beautiful, Gorgeous.

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The first time he’d get nervous. He’d be hesitant and try things to see what you really like. But once you get started, Jeongin will start getting more and more confident.

Favourite position: Cowgirl. I feel like he’d let you dominate him every once in a while and he’d enjoy it so much.

Sex with Jeongin, under normal circumstances, would be pretty vanilla. But if you piss him off, oh boy. Brace yourself to be drilled into the mattress. He’d punish you, overstimulating you and making you come over and over again.

If there’s a member that loves face-sitting, it’s him. He loves to feel his whole face soaked by your juices. He loves feeling your thighs around his head in this position.

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