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blackleatherjacketz · 5 months

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John

Homelander x Female Reader

Summary: Homelander gets jealous when you take a new lover with the same name as him, and makes sure you remember who you belong to.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only! Mature/Explicit Content, Dark Themes, Homelander Should Be His Own Warning! Graphic Depictions of Violence, Murder, Stalking, Obsessive Homelander, Jealousy, Threatening, Choking, Intimidation, Dubious Consent, Fear Kink, Breaking and Entering, Kissing, Possessive Homelander Ripping Your Clothes Off, Vaginal Sex, Hate Fucking

Word Count: 2k+

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A cool and sudden breeze blows in from the hallway as you finish brushing your teeth, telling that you somehow forgot to close a window even though you distinctly remember checking each and every one. You wipe your mouth and grab the heaviest item closest to you, a large cylindrical Virgin Mary candle as you reluctantly venture out into your bedroom, scanning it for intruders before padding out into your dimly lit living room.

“I hope you don’t plan on hitting me over the head with that thing.” His familiar voice booms in your chest as he closes your balcony door very slowly before confidently stepping toward you. “Because that really wouldn’t work out well for you.”

“Homelander,” you greet him shakily, his tone making you unsure if him being here is better or worse than having a robber break into your apartment. “What are you…” you swallow hard as you still grip onto the candle. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” He smiles at you with malicious intent, the rage in his eyes barely contained by the false upturn of his lips. “Can’t I visit my best girl whenever I want?”

“Whenever you want?” You whisper back to him, still in shock that he’s come to visit you after all this time. It had almost been a year since he first saved you from that falling car, since he found out where you lived just to ‘check up on his favorite citizen’ in the middle of the night. It seemed like forever since he last soaked your sheets with his sweat, thrusting the gratitude right out of your body through sordid moans and needy gasps night after night for weeks on end.

But you were always ready to accept the fact that each deliciously torrid encounter you had with him could very well be your last, that someone like him could easily grow tired of someone like you… until that possibility finally became a reality. You figured that another woman had simply taken your place as his visits began to wax and wane, that someone younger or thinner had occupied his time and satisfied his needs better than you ever could. So when weeks had gone by without a sign or whisper of his presence, you decided that it was time to move on.

“Homelander, this is… you haven’t been here in ages. I thought that you…” You barely manage to stammer in your stunned state, his presence alone forcing your hormones to start coursing through your bloodstream.

“You thought, what, exactly? Hmm? That you could just move on with someone else because I was busy keeping you and the American people safe?” He bites his bottom lip and shakes his head as a disappointed sigh brews in his chest, morphing into a desperate laugh. “That you could just forget about me?”

Uh-oh.

The skin on your face and neck starts to warm up with that exquisite concoction of fear and arousal he always seems to draw out of you. You wish you could control how he made you feel, that there was some version of you, somewhere, that could resist him, but that was all part of his charm, now wasn’t it?

“Lose the candle, princess.” His tone is more serious than it’s ever been with you before, dipping down to a dark timbre you’ve only ever heard him use with his enemies.

“Yup.” You do as you’re told and loosen your grip on the candle without another thought, nearly dropping it onto one of your toes as it hits the floor with a dull thud.

“And you with a fucking investment banker of all people? I mean, really?” He scoffs, taking his time walking around your living room as he puffs up his chest. “I would have thought that you were better than that.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch his boots bend the hard wood of your floors, hammering home the heavy weight of the situation that you weren’t nearly as awake for as you needed to be.

“John,” you try to console him, taking a few cautious steps forward with an outstretched arm.

“John,” he repeats in a mocking tone, raising his eyebrows. He chuckles to himself again, picking up one of the pillows on your couch before running his gloved hand over the crushed velvet. “The fact that you chose someone with the same first name as me is really fucking telling, you know that? If you missed me that much, you could have just called.”

“And just how am I supposed to do that? Huh? You made sure I couldn’t call you when you left here without a trace.” You cross your arms over your chest as he puts the pillow back down, reminding him of how he left things.

“Don’t you put this on me!” He bares his teeth as his eyes glow red, pointing a finger at you before that warm hue quickly subsides.

Holy shit, you’re in trouble.

“I’m sorry,” you try.

“You’re sorry?” He smiles as if to shake off any real emotions he may have about the situation, tying your stomach into knots in the process as you try to keep up with his ever changing moods. “Do you have any idea how fucked up it was for me to hear you screaming that name when I wasn’t the one inside you?”

Your heart falls out of your chest, sinking down to the very pit of your stomach as his words hit your ears, weighing you down so that you can barely move. You had no idea that he cared that much about you, that he would even think to drop by after being away for so long. But why did he have to wait? Why did he have to hear…?

“I was going to visit you that night, but he was already here.” He spits, pointing to the doorway behind you. “In your bedroom of all places!” He takes a few more careful steps toward you, his eyes now burning his usual fiery blue. “It took everything I had not to destroy the both of you right then and there, but lucky for you, I’ve been working on my impulse control.”

All you can do is stare at him, lips trembling, unable to think of anything to say that won’t make him more angry than he already is. You swallow hard, quaking in silence as he advances on you, his jaw clenching in anger before he dared to speak again.

“You know, you really should have heard him beg for his life when I dangled him from the top of the Empire State Building.” He smiles so wide that the skin around his eyes begins to wrinkle, his canines appearing as fangs against his lips. “He even pissed himself before I dropped him from that high up. Pathetic, really. Load of good that big dick is now, huh?”

FUCK! What did he just say?

So that’s why the other John hasn’t called you in a few weeks; he wasn’t ignoring you at all, he was just… he was gone. You can only imagine how scared and confused he must have been as Homelander flew him up into the night sky one last time, the cool December wind biting at his cheeks. That is until he undoubtedly told him why he was doing it, because if you know anything about Homelander, you know that he made damn sure your former lover knew exactly why he was sending him to his death.

Homelander stops just short of your bare feet, towering over you as he places his gloved hand on your shoulder, squeezing hard before smoothing it up to your neck. He grins as he tightens his grip, leaning in close enough to whisper into your ear as he lets you think through the worst case scenario. “Now I don’t have to share you with anyone else anymore.”

You know that you should be appalled at what he’s telling you, that you should be absolutely sick to your stomach with fear and disgust, but fight and flight won’t do you any good against the most powerful man in the entire world. You’ve heard horror stories of those who have tried before you and failed, deciding in a split second to lean on your most trusted coping mechanism: fawn.

“You killed him… for me?” You lean into the idea of him being so obsessed with you that he couldn’t stand to have another man touch you in his absence; that you’ve haunted him well past the time since he left.

He pulls back to glare at you, surprised that you’re not more shocked about the news as his features shift from menacing to intrigue. For the first time since you’ve known him, The Homelander is speechless. You try to focus on the scent of his cologne as it swims through your nostrils, exciting every nerve in your body just like it used to as his thumb grazes over your windpipe, subtly threatening to end you right here and now as his eyes dart over your face.

“You sick fuck!” He whispers adoringly, grinning from ear to ear as he scans your vital signs for any biological tell of deceit. Unable to decipher the difference between the intertwined terror and excitement coursing its way through your body, he takes the hem of your t-shirt between his fingers, gathering the fabric together in his palm before quickly ripping it off your torso. “I knew you were just like me from the very first second I saw you. I could tell that you were different from everyone else, that you were special.”

He brushes his palm over your breasts, intently watching your nipples harden against the leather of his glove as he hungrily surveys every curve of your body. A look you know all too well paints his features with desire as he pushes you backward against the wall, the exposed brick cutting into the bare skin of your shoulder blades as you let out a surprised grunt. He chuckles before kissing your lips with a newfound intensity, his breath hitching into a needy moan as he tugs your underwear down your thighs, nipping at your bottom lip before ripping your panties off just as easily as he had your shirt.

All that anger and jealousy makes him take you that much quicker and harder than he ever had before, his superhuman girth stretching you to capacity before you can even blink. He glides inside your soaking wet walls in one fluid motion, making you forget about the other John entirely as he thrusts up into you with unmatched desperation.

“You’re mine,” he whispers before grasping onto your thighs, lifting them up around his waist so he can push even deeper inside. “From now on, you only fuck me! Got it?”

“Got it!” You cross your legs around his back, your feet getting caught in his cape as he bites his words into your neck, sucking your skin into his mouth until it nearly breaks against his tongue. You groan in ecstasy and run your fingers through his hair, holding him close as he latches onto you like a vampire, draining you of your very life force all while driving waves of delight through your viscera.

He continues sucking as many bruises onto your throat as possible, marking you as his for everyone else to see as he hits that precious bundle of nerves tucked away up inside you. His moans become more frequent as his needy, throbbing member brushes against your cervix with each tantalizing pass, shooting an electric tingling sensation up your spine and into the rest of your body. Every single thrust up into you seems to be fueled by his hatred for you and this situation; that palpable ferocity tainting your carnal reunion with just enough force to send you shaking and shivering over the edge just a little earlier than you expected.

“John!” You whimper as he drills each vengeful burst of pleasure up into your core, setting your skin on fire as you violently convulse around him.

“No,” he wraps his hand around your throat again, pressing his thumb into your deepest bruise as he glares at you with sweat dripping down his forehead. “You call me Homelander from now on.”

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hcsarchive · 3 months

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BOXER III

nct dream (hint of the boyz)

details ␥ fem!reader x boxer!jaemin x boss!haechan x (maybe boxer!jeno???)

genre ␥ series, smut with a plot, fluff, lil angst +

warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, praise kink, cheating, threesomes, corruption kink, dry humping, violence, reader is sexualized a lot, food ~ if there is more please let me know. *some may not be included in all parts*

synopsis: You went to a hidden boxing match and stumbled into some door which led you to be investigated. Before you know it, the leader of the organization wants to keep you for himself but his most famous boxers do as well.

MINORS DNI

!!these characters are completely fictional and do not represent the idol!!

links to previous parts:

part one

part two

“we can’t wake them up, Jaemin gets mad when we do” Renjun says stopping Haechan from entering the room.

Jealousy starts running through Haechan’s bloodstream. You wake up to their whispers “what are you doing” you wake up confused but you remembered you fell asleep crying to Jaemin.

Jaemin made you feel warm and safe even though you met him last out of all the boys. As for Haechan, your heart starts beating fast and you feel like he’s controlling your body.

“I got tired I didn’t mean to-“ Haechan dropped the bags and carried you off of Jaemin and off the bed. “Is this going to be an issue” he places you down on the ground and you try to stand up but he pushes you down.

You have no idea what haechan is going to do, Jaemin is fast asleep and Renjun just left. “It won’t be, plus nothing happened” you look up at him. Haechan grabs your hair and holds up in a ponytail. “No one can touch you unless i tell them to” he pulls your hair harshly and you let out a whimper.

“How about a small tour to my room” he kneels down to you and whispers into your ear “Jaemin never settles for one girl so don’t start with your fantasies” he lets go of your hair and stand up straight. You didn’t even see him that way, atleast not yet.

You follow him but he stops at the door way. “I bought you clothes, try them on for me” he takes the bags that were blocking the door way.

You take one look back to see Jaemin sleeping and you close the door. You avoid making eye contact with any of the guys on the way to Haechan’s room.

He opens the door and sets the bags on his desk. You are amazed at how big and spacious his room is compared to how your room is. “Take that off” he comes from behind you and lifts up Jaemin’s hoodie off of you. “Haechan i’m not wearing anything underneath” you try to cover yourself up with your hands as much as you can.

“I bought stuff off of your wishlist and pinterest”you guess he’s still digging deep into your history. he takes out a black laced bra with a ribbon as the front. That was going to be the one you were going to buy for your anniversary with sunwoo. “I can’t accept that. It costs so much” you turn your back at him again.

Haechan starts putting the top on you and goosebumps start flowing around where he touches you. You buckle the rest up, although it isn’t much coverage it’s better than nothing.

Haechan circles you again and faces you, he comes closer and starts tying the black silk into a bow. “Such a gorgeous present” he grabs onto your hips. Your cheeks are burning and your whole body too, he hands you a bag that possibly weighs 10 pounds "Open it.

"I'm going to open it on your bed this is so heavy" you laugh nervously trying to back away from the tension. You rip open the seal and you see all the clothes neatly folded. "Oh god these are so cute" it is a bunch of folded-up pajama sets. Some were silk or cotton, most were neutral colored, and occasionally pink sets.

"I won't keep you locked up in here forever so this is what you can wear when I take you out" he pulls out three white boxes with gold lettering of a brand you have never seen. One had a beautiful off-the-shoulder slip dress, the other was a two pieces set, and a white dress with pearled details. "You'll look so good standing next to me with those" You start to get shy again.

The both of you silently open the rest, a lot of it is simple basic clothes. "What are you doing?" Haechan asks, taking the receipts out of your hand which you were stashing in your pocket. "This must cost a lot, I am saving them so I can pay you back once I start working again" he holds your thigh still and gets them out of your pocket.

"Like I said you do not have to worry about it, lets go put these in the washer. The maid won't be here til Monday and I want you to have clean clothes" he puts everything back into the bags.

"I'm sorry for making you mad, I feel bad receiving all this" You stuff everything back into the bag. You pick up Jaemin's sweater to put on but he takes it from you. "Take the sweatpants off too, you will not wear his clothes" You take them off and stand there wondering what to wear. "What do you want me to wear?" he scans you up and down, "this" he hands you the matching bottoms to your top.

You switch them fast and he starts walking out. A black button up is lying on the floor and you snatch it and put it on, it covers you up until mid thigh. You start buttoning it up and exit his room.

where's the laundry room?- you ask yourself.

Jeno is walking to his room and freezes when he sees you. He continues to walk to his room, so you just walk down the hall and you see the door half open and it ends up being the laundry room. You walk in and Haechan stops putting clothes in the washer. "That is a better look" he comes close to you and unbottons the first three. "So lovely" he kisses your neck.

"To be honest I have no idea how to do laundry so I will have to ask one of these scum bags" you grab his from his collar before he walks out. "I can do it" you also unbutton his shirt "I don't want you to" he presses you closer to him. "I can handle it," you say, "What this?" he kisses down your neck and to your chest.

"I want to open my present" he whispers into your ear, lightly runs his fingers on the sides of your thighs, and lifts you up on the folding table.

"Haechan do you still want me to wa-" you jump at the sudden new voice. But Haechan doesn't stop kissing you "Haechan," you say but he doesn't stop.

You yank him off by his hair and he lets out a groan. "Sorry," you say to the tall black haired boy. "It's um...fine. I should be the one to apol-" he looks everywhere but your eyes. "Jisung just start washing" Haechan snaps at him and Jisung nods at him. "Words" he raises his voice but you tug on his hair to calm him down.

"Be nice, he is doing me a favor" You let go of his hair and hop off the table. He glares at the both of you and walks out "I'm sorry that he's making you do this. Thank you" Haechan grabs your arms and yanks you out of the room.

"Don't talk to him, I do not need another person to be angry at tonight" he lets go once you guys reach the hallway. "The food is ready" Renjun's voice echoes through the house.

"Let's go eat" he mumbles, his mood changes again. You frown and follow closely behind, you stop midway and tug on his sleeve. "Can you bring me my shorts from my room" you whisper to him.

"It's fine, it's not like they haven't seen legs before" he continues walking and you still hold onto him. "Please," you say but he continues walking and goes into the kitchen. You enter shortly after; Renjun, Jeno, Chenle, and Mark are preparing the food. Haechan is at the end of the kitchen sitting at the dining table on his phone.

The others haven't noticed you entered but you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around and it's Jaemin "Here are your shorts" he hands you your spandex and you smile at him. "Thank you" You are about to put them on but he stops you. He unzips his sweater and covers you so you can put them on.

Now everyone in the kitchen has eyes on you...and Jaemin. Mark is laughing and whispering into Renjun's ear, Jeno is staring at you with a blank stare, Chenle smirks and looks back at Haechan. Haechan is eyeing you and back to his phone. "Jaemin you are training the newbies tomorrow," Haechan says.

"What? You said Jeno would be in charge of them, why me?" Jaemin raises his voice at him.

"Oh, you know why?" Haechan sets his phone down and crosses his arms.

"Why 'cause you're a possessive piece of-"Jeno covers Jaemin's mouth.

"You do not want me to tell them what you have done" Haechan walks up to them. Jeno lets go of his jaw but still stands in between them.

"Drop it, I just think you would teach them way better than I can. He was making it a big deal about earlier" Jeno says but he whispers the second part which you hear since you are a couple feet behind them. "Y/N you can take a seat," Renjun says walking through Haechan, Jeno, and Jaemin to signal to break up the trio with his big bowl of meat.

"We have a guest stop acting like animals" Chenle joins the table. Mark comes with a small grill to cook the meat in. "Can the rest bring the rest of the dishes while we grill these" Renjun looks around.

None of them get up because they are angry, Jeno does and so do you. You were a server in high school so handling multiple plates wasn't an issue. As you were putting them down you felt a strong energy of eyes on you. You turn to your right and Haechan is deeply staring at you. You quickly set the last plate and turn away but meet with Jeno's eyes who was standing in the middle of the kitchen with two plates in his hands.

"Sorry, I can get out of your way now" You squeeze past Haechan's chair and Jeno's side. You speedwalk to the kitchen island and let out the air you were holding. Back at home, you were used to being around multiple guys due to Chanhee and Sunwoo being friends with a fraternity but this is different.

You grab the last side dish and the pitcher of water. Everyone is seated but everyone is looking your way, you look at them in confusion. You then remember what you are wearing.

Once you sit down you button your shirt up, and you are seated next to Haechan and an empty seat. The room is silent and you feel so tense, to break the silence you decide to bring up the fact that Jisung is not here. "Is Jisung coming?" you ask Haechan.

"Yeah I sent him a text" Haechan takes your plate and serves you everything. "Oh I don't like carrots" he sets the spoon back down with the carrots. "Thank you" You take the plate from him, and start eating. They all slowly start talking and you finally start seeing them as a group of friends. I guess being business partners and friends is a weird transition.

You eat silently and observe everyone. Jisung finally comes in and sits next to you. They all start serving and offering Jisung food, "aww man there is no more gyeongdans" You look down at your plate with two.

"Here you can have mine" before Jisung even answered, you set both on his plate. "Thank you" he smiles shyly. Haechan sets his free hand on your thigh and your leg twitches at the sudden cold contact.

He starts messaging your bare leg. His hands get closer to your inner thigh, he runs his fingernails up and down. You look at him and he’s casually talking. You stand up and grab the half full pitcher, “I’m getting us water” you walk to the kitchen to fill it up but Haechan follows. “Why did you run away” you felt like his prey that ran away but found you shivering behind a bush.

“I just didn’t want you to go farther in front of everyone” you say looking down at the pitcher. “Did you think I was going that far” he pressed his body to your back takes the pitcher from you. You don’t say anything because you’re afraid to offend him “Did you want me to” he speaks up again.

“I don’t. know” you turn to him trying to back away from the corner where the water cooler was but he is blocking the whole thing. He grabs you by the neck but not enough to choke you. “They’re all shooting glances at you and Jaemin specifically. What did you guys do while I was gone” his expression gets angrier.

“Nothing” he grips your neck harder which makes your body turn hot. “We just watched a movie after I washed up. I ended up falling asleep and I guess he did shortly after since he didn’t sleep at all last night” he releases you.

“If he ever makes a move on you or even touches you, you tell me. Do you understand” he says possessively. You nod yes but he chuckles “you look so cute when you’re scared, he unbutton your shirt again with his free hand.

“I don’t want them to see me” you cover yourself. “I’m just marking you so they know you’re mine” his soft lips are pressed against your bare skin. He sucks and bites a bit of your skin. A small whimper leaves your mouth, the more pain he cause to your body- the more it heats up.

“I don’t want to go back in there. It’s embarrassing” he looks at you and chuckles. “What are all the public humiliation stories that are in your history then. I can make your fantasies come true but if you are all whiny about it, it isn’t all that fun for both us sweetheart” he sets the pitcher down on the counter and leans against it.

“I just didn’t think anyone would find out or want to do it” you whisper. Jeno comes into your view and you try to hide in the corner. He grabs a beer from the fridge and leaves.

Haechan grabs your arm and moves you about two feet from where you’re standing. “Start walking, you did this in front of Jisung earlier. Why aren’t you listen to me” he always gets his way and you not listening is a shock to him.

You walk past him and move your chair next to Jaemin. You stare at Haechan, and he notices where you moved. Everyone goes silent, you eat starring directly towards Haechan across the table. Half of your sleeve slips down revealing more. You lean over the table to grab something.

“Jaemin my office now” Haechan stands up and Jaemin gets up but before he steps out he lifts up your sleeve. You eat in silence look at both of them leave.

It got silent but slowly they started to talk amongst themselves. Shortly after, you were done with your food so you picked up your plate and washed the dishes.

You thank the guys for the food and tell them that you’re going to your room. You laid in the bed just starring at the painting on the wall.

The door open and you jump from the position you were in. “What were you doing?” Jaemin laughs.

“I was starring at the paint” you responded and Jaemin nods.

“Well I’m here to apologize. I was too clingy according to Haechan, and I was just trying to be welcoming since I know this situation can be intimidating. I will be out tomorrow for training so I won’t get us in trouble” he chuckles but is getting a tad bit shy.

“You weren’t clingy. I enjoyed your company, thank you and I’m sorry I got you in trouble. He was making me mad” you look at him and he is smiling at you.

“Don’t worry I am used to his whining. Also you aren’t obligated to listen to him all the time. Go to me, Jeno, or Renjun. We are the ones that Haechan will listen to, well sometimes. goodnight y/n” he grabs the door knob.

“Goodnight, thanks again” you sigh and wave to him. He leaves and you are left in an empty room. You get under the covers and try to sleep but it’s barely 8pm. Having nothing to do and no technology is not helping.

You peek out of your door and you hear that they’re still in the living room. You hear footsteps and you close your door as silently as you can but the door gets stopped by a hand. It was Haechan so you just closed the door. He opens it again “don’t be mad at me princess” and walks towards you.

Haechan sets his head on your shoulder. His breath reaches the side of your neck, he guides your body to walk backwards. You’re laying half of your body flat on the bed while Haechan sets himself on each side of you. His chain is dangling in front of your face and kisses your forehead. You pull his collar to finally kiss his lips, they’re just how you imagine them. He isn’t as harsh as you want him to be so you tangle your fingers through his hair and pull him closer to you.

He starts to be more rough and sloppy. You break the kiss for air and for him to calm down but he continues to cover your collarbones in kisses. “Haechan” you whimper his name as you are still holding onto his soft strands of hair. He stops and looks up at you, he pulls down his loose shirt you have on.

He bites down on the silky bow and he slowly pulls it about to untie the front.

*soft knocks at the door*

“Of course” Haechan gets up and opens the door enough to peak his head out. “Im almost done with her laundry. I came to drop it off” you hear Jisung says and see his eyes peeking over Haechan’s head since he’s taller.

Before Haechan says anything rude you yell thank you to him. “Bye” Haechan grabs the clothes and slams the door.

You run to the door and Jisung is still there with an offended look “Thank you Jisung I appreciate it. You can leave the rest for me to do, don’t worry about it” you smile at him.

“No problem, goodnight” Jisung doesn’t say much because Haechan is behind you glaring at him.

“Why not suck his dick while you’re at it” Haechan says closing the door.

“I haven’t had some in a while so why not” you grab the freshly dried clothes and start picking.

“Don’t tell me you want him instead of me. I can give you more than anyone in this house could” his cold hands come in contact with your bare stomach and his fingertips tease the waistband.

“You probably say that to every girl you meet” you rest your head on his chest still standing against the bed frame.

“You don’t know me sweetheart” he puts his knee between your thighs.

“I could say the same to you” you scoff at his response. Haechan places his hands on your hips and guides your body to move on his thigh.

“What did I say about talking back” you don’t respond because he quickens the pace. You lean over slightly on the bed and arch your back to get more friction.

At this point your feet are floating in the air and he’s moving his knee to match your pace. You try to hold back a moan but it comes out when you feel his bulge getting hard on your ass. “Haechan I can’t” you roll your hips on him faster like a bunny in heat.

“You’re so wet. That pretty little mouth of yours says my name so right” he stops and drops his knee along with you down.

You stand up straight and turn to him. “I want more” your nails scratch down his back. “Please” you take off your shirt and crawl on top of the bed now looking directly at him.

Haechan isn’t moving from where he is. His eyes say something else and so does his hard member. He gets closer to you and whispers “This is your punishment, I suffer too but that’s what makes it fun” he leaves not caring.

You’re left with your mouth open.

Your thighs are literally dripping wet.

I cannot believe i got edged by a knee- you say out loud to yourself.

You scream into your pillow and just feel your cunt pulse. You go and change into fresh new clothes after cleaning yourself up.

This is going to be worse than you thought…

*the next day*

~Jaemin’s pov~

I was already in the bad mood after overhearing the shit Haechan told y/n but I know she won’t fall for his possessiveness.

I get to the training rink at around 7am ready to take out my anger on some of these newbies. I see Jia clinging onto the same guy she always does, you finally have a face to the name. He is the one that broke y/n’s heart.

“Start warming up with a partner. We are uneven so Sunwoo come warm up with me” I try to act professional but something in me makes me want to punch him. After what he did to make a beautiful girl cry to the point where she knocks out is insane to me. If i ever had her, i would treasure her and hold her every bit i can.

“How do you know my name” -sunwoo

“I don’t know you tell me” i swing at him slow but he dodges.

“Know idea man, but I’m honored” he throws a punch at my chest but I don’t move an inch.

“there’s three rinks. I will be observing the five of you. No body work or being a brawler during this. I want to see skill so do not try to speed things up and try to get your partner to ground or off the rink the fastest. Boxing isn’t just a race…it’s a mind game, it takes time to perfect each throw or move, so show me the best you can do” I genuinely like boxing so I’ll try my best to not get my anger in the way.

I am seeing them fight but all I can think of is y/n, seeing how her ex boyfriend is here being watched by another girl. “Jia can you please go rehearse with the other girls or do something else” i sit down in the referee where she is as well.

“why, I am not doing anything. I’m just watching” Jia says but she looks at my annoyed face and she rolls her eyes.

“Weirdo” she leaves.

I circle around looking at them switch partners and keep slamming each other. Three laps around the two rinks, sunwoo was off to the side waiting for his turn.

“Sunwoo come with me” i guide him to the empty rink. “Want to know what a haymaker is” he nods yes and you do it to him.

“Haymaker: A desperation punch thrown with full force and with the intent to knock an opponent out.” i smile down at him in pain on the floor.

“You know the meeting you had yesterday” i ask and he nods struggling to talk because of the pain.

“Take me to y/n’s place or it won’t be easy for you to be here” he swallows nervously and stands up.

“Ok, I have spare key” he shoves his shoulder with mine on the way out to the locker rooms.

“That’s all for today. You’re welcome to stay and practice or head on out for the day”

~end of Jaemin’s pov~

*on the way to your apartment*

The ride is silent, “How do you know y/n and why do I have to bring you?” Sunwoo knows a little bit of what Haechan and his crew do behind doors but Jia never really mentioned much to him.

“She just asked me to mail some stuff to her. I was in some of her classes” Jaemin says coming up with a lie.

“Why would she tell you out of all people? I have a spare key and so does my friend who’s best friend’s with y/n” Sunwoo is getting suspicious not wanting to take Jaemin. If he didn’t take Jaemin it’ll put his boxing career at risk, he already lost his gf due to it.

“Well I’m not sure if you remembered the part of cheating on her for a couple of weeks and she simply doesn’t want to see familiar faces” Jaemin gets out of the car and follows Sunwoo into the apartments.

Sunwoo is cussing Jacob in his head since he was the one who brought her in. He is connecting the dots on where you’re staying. “Is she staying at your house?” Sunwoo says standing in front of the door.

“Don’t worry about it. You aren’t dating her anymore” Jaemin smirks at him wanting to make him mad.

“I still care for her. Plus last time I saw her, your coworkers took her and since you know her…you’re probably the first person she ran to” Sunwoo opens the door.

“Why what would you do if she was at my place” they door enter into your apartment.

“I do want to apologize i’m not a complete asshole” he sits on the couch and Jaemin is observing everything.

Jaemin first takes your pile of mail and your laptop you left on the coffee table before you went to Sunwoo’s place. Luckily you have a online shopping addiction so you have coxes laying around the house.

Jaemin enters your room and starts putting your clothes into the boxes. He opens your underwear drawer and is mixed with other things. Sunwoo comes in and Jaemin picks up two toys. “Guess you weren’t doing your job buddy” Jaemin throws them into the box and covers them with socks.

“You’re lucky you’re stronger than me” Sunwoo clenched his jack. “These are dirty but they’re her favorite jeans. Take her pillow she can’t go to sleep without it. For makeup and everything else is in that desk she’ll probably want that too. Let me go get her shoes, I’m not sure how long she’ll be out but she’s an over packer regardless” Sunwoo paces around your room looking to see what else.

“For someone who cheated. You do sound like you care for her” Jaemin is in shock by what he is doing.

“I mean i’m the bad guy and she deserves to be comfortable wherever she is. If she’s with you man- please take care of her for me” he rubs his face. “I fucked up and I was being selfish” he whispers to himself.

Jaemin sighs “Just help me fill up this box” Sunwoo walks to your closet and picks out different dresses and your platform heels.

“I think four boxes is enough” Jaemin gets two and Sunwoo gets the other.

A security was already picking Jaemin up. “Thank you for letting me in, see you at practice” Jaemin takes the boxes from him.

“See you” Sunwoo is so embarrassed he doesn’t know if he still wants to attend that match.

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~Haechan’s House~

You were left inside the room the whole day. The only interaction you had was Jeno bringing you food and snacks. Haechan had to deal with something out of town.

Since there wasn’t much to do, you decided to give yourself a everything showed and then a hair blowout. That roughly took two hours out of the day and your hair looks good. Haechan did buy you a little bit of makeup since he looked through laptop…again. It came in the mail today so why not give yourself a full glam.

You wanted to look cute but comfortable so you put on the skirt pajama set that looked like a regular outfit. A quick look in the mirror and you are twirling like a ballerina.

The door opens and it’s Jeno. “Oh i’m sorry i just knocked a couple times i thought something happened” he looked at you up and down. A couple hours ago he saw you with knots in your hair and stains on your shirt. Even then he was still nervous around you but you weren’t aware.

“It’s alright. i was in my zone, you don’t have to bring me snacks every hour jeno. Don’t over work yourself on your day off” you laugh at how he brought another plate.

“Oh ok. I just don’t know how to take care of you. Jaemin made it seem easy” Jeno scratches the back of his head.

“You did a great job, the both of you. I truly feel bad how Haechan puts you guys to do stuff for me because I live by myself for a years so literally anything you guys do i’m appreciative” you grab onto his shoulder and he tenses up even more.

“We don’t mind honestly, i’ve done worse things. I’m going to be in the training room so if you need anything just step over. It’s a couple doors to your right” Jeno avoids eye contact and leaves.

You check if the coast is clear after you hear Jeno head into the training room. You go to the living room and watch the tv on mute with captions.

An hour passes and a door opens you jump to turn off the tv and duck under the couch. “I can still see you” Jeno walks over to you all sweaty in a tight muscle tee.

“Can I please be out here. I promise i’ll be good Jeno” you sit up and plead that he says yes.

“Fine but be in your room before I come out of the shower” he walks to his room and you’re smiling.

Jeno is trying his best to be cool. What no one knows is he was one of your top anonymous gifters on twitter. It was your side hustle every once in a while but Jeno will check everyday. Apparently no one has brought it or Haechan is keeping your account a secret. Sunwoo never knew about it or anyone in that matter.

Jeno is standing in front of the mirror still in shock that you out of all people end up here. You look so pretty today and he just can’t take it anymore. Jeno can’t say anything to Jaemin because he already became close with you. Renjun will freak out and tell Haechan, Chenle and Mark do not keep a secret. Which leaves Jisung but you aren’t too sure if it’s a good idea because he is worse than him at things like this.

Visions of your videos and picture start appearing in Jeno’s brain. He gets out his phone and looks up the username “yup it’s definitely her, fuck” he undresses and turns on the shower. A video of you on a pillow was the latest you posted, he can’t look away. His dick is now hard, he steps in the shower and starts pumping himself. Water droplets hit Jeno’s phones so he throw his phone in the sink. He envisions sneaking into your room and you riding him instead of the pillow.

He releases and sighs. This won’t be easy for him, he washes himself and gets out of the shower. He then gets dressed and dries his hair.

You are still sitting in the living room watching a random episode of regular show. The thousands of locks are opening one by one and you panic. You can’t find the remote or the off button so you run to the nearest closet which is the coat closet.

“Y/N you can come out of the room I have-“ Jaemin opens the closet you were in.

“What are you doing” he laughs.

“Jeno let me watch tv and I didn’t have time to run to my room” you say embarrassed.

“Well you’re lucky it was me because you chose the worst place possible to hide” he pulls you out and you smile at him. “I missed you, you’re the only one that treats me normal here” you hug him and he hugs you back.

“You look extra beautiful today” he strokes the back of your head as he hugs you. “Stop, I got bored” you pull away and see he hasn’t closed the door.

“I have a surprise for you. Since I had training with yk who. I made him take me to your apartment to bring your stuff” he brings in the boxes and you gasp.

“No way oh my god” you screech and jump up and down. You follow Jaemin with a box in your hand. Jeno comes back and sees the two of you on the couch.

“Hey Jeno” Jaemin dabs him up and he smiles at him. He sits next to Jaemin and you’re on the floor opening the first box. “Jaemin brought some of my stuff look” you pull out your plushie.

“I also brought you your pillow sunwoo told me” Jeno chocked on his saliva. It’s the same pillow and pillow case from the video he just watched. He looks away and watches the tv.

The first box had a plushies, your notebook, and the books you were currently reading. You opened the last one and take out some hoodies, you thought you were done but you pull one more hoodie and your toys and underwear are there.

“Oh god” you close the box and look at Jaemin then Jeno. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about princess. Go hide them” he whispers at the end.

You stay silent and slowly get up to your room. You do as told but you cannot believe he found then and also brought them to you. They follow you with the rest of the things shortly after. You put the clothes into the drawers.

You are bent over and your skirt flaps over half of your ass. Their eyes are glued to your exposed skin. You turn around and take the clothes they’re holding. Jeno swallows hard when his eyes meet yours “thank you” you smile and put it in the top drawer.

Jeno leaves without saying anything and Jaemin is still holding your stuff speechless. He did find you attractive but he wanted to respect you since Haechan clearly doesn’t and he can now see why.

“All done” you tasks the last thing off of his hands. “I really appreciate it Jaemin” you smile at him and he does back.

“No problem” he grabs onto your waist. “Sorry that I didn’t ask for your permission to look through your personal stuff” his thumb rubs your bare stomach.

“It’s fine, did he say anything?” he looks down at you concerned. “He does feel bad but it doesn’t eliminate the fact that he hurt you y/n” he gets closer to you.

“I know but part of me still wants him back” your heart breaks. “Jia was there during practice. They’ve been together for a while” your heart shatters.

“He wasted my time, it was too good to be true” you roll your eyes.

“You deserve to be treasured and loved. I beat the shit out of him for you” Jaemin said and your heart starts beating.

“Did you?” you put your arms around his neck. “I did, I had to humble him” you smile at him and his eyes move from your eyes to your lips back to your eyes.

It gets silent but you both lean in, your lips are less than an inch apart. “Can I kiss you?” Jaemin asks.

“please” your lips close the gap. He kisses back and breaks the kiss. “you’re so beautiful” he kisses you again but with passion. He lifts you up and you wrap your feet around him.

You guys look at eachother with huge smiles. “I’m sorry I couldn’t wait much longer. I wanted to do it since the first time we spent the day together” Jaemin’s cheeks turn pink and you giggle at his apology.

“As a boxer you’re such a softie” you lay your head on his chest and he walks to the bed.

“You don’t know that” he sits down with you still holding onto him. You unwrap your legs and reposting yourself, jaemin hisses as you move.

You stop moving and he is looking down. You’re sitting on his bulge. “I can move if you’re not comfortable” you mumble. You get embarrassed because you didn’t realize the movements you were doing.

“No don’t- you’re fine” his hands are still on your hips. Jaemin hasn’t been interested in anyone in years and you are wrapping him around your finger.

“Did it feel good then?” your hands are on his chest running up and down on his rocked chest. He nods yes “you don’t have to do anything if you aren’t comfortable baby” he sets a kiss on your collar bone which are covered with makeup since haechan decided to mark you.

“But i want to” you pout at him and you start moving your hips. Jaemin groans “I’m so glad Haechan isn’t going to be here tonight” he smiles.

“What are your plans” you start to add more weight and friction. “Spending it with you” he guides your hips and you arch your back as you feel him getting hard. Your cunt is already wetting his sweatpants. He starts to lifts himself along with you, “Oh i’m about to-“ you release your liquids but Jaemin doesn’t stop moving your hips.

You grab onto his broad shoulder and let out small whimpers. “You’re doing so good” Jaemin moans when you reposition and sit on his hard member. His pants are soaked with your release and his precum releasing through his pants. He begins to twitch in between your thighs and he releases.

The both of you are panting and smile at how much of a mess you both made. Jaemin lift up your skirt to see your laced panties soaked and stuck onto your skin. You haven’t even gotten touched by him and you’re already wanting more.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and changed” he kisses your forehead. He stands up and you feel guilty because he’s more dirty than you’re.

Jaemin opens the drawer and get out shorts that match your top. “These are perfect” he goes up to you and signals for you to come to the edge. He first takes off your panties and he stuffs them in his pocket. “Jaemin no thats embarrassing” you try to take them away but he grabs your hand. “Can I have them please” he waves his face in front of you and smiles.

“You better not misplace them and someone else ends up finding them” you take the shorts from him and quickly change into them.

“Come to my room” Jaemin grabs your hand and before you guys come out he checks if anyone is coming. Jaemin pulls you and speed walks next door to his room.

Jaemin opens the door and Jeno is sitting there on his phone. “Jeno what are doing in my room” Jaemin puts you in front of him. “I just wanted to hangout but i can leave you guys to continue” your cheeks turn red.

“We can still hangout. We were just going to watch a movie either way, let me just change” Jaemin is still using you as a shield. Jeno stands up and throws boxers and sweatpants at Jaemin. “There you dumbass so you aren’t dragging her across the room” you laugh at how embarrassed Jaemin is.

He goes into the bathroom and changes. Luckily every room has its own bathroom which is so unrealistic. You stand where Jaemin left you and Jeno looks up from his phone and back down. “I’m sorry” you say shyly stand there while Jaemin gets back.

“It’s fine” Jeno mumbles.

It’s not fine for him though.

Two of his friends can have her even though he has wanted her first. If he knew you lived in the area he would’ve definitely dm you and not been anonymous.

Jaemin comes back and sit in the opposite side of where Jeno’s laying down. “Come sit in the middle, you’ll get a better view of the screen” Jaemin opens his laptop and opens the streaming app. You climb over the footboard and lay on your stomach in the middle.

The three of you watch the movie until Renjun and Jisung come home. Mark and Chenle had to join Haechan for back.

“Please don’t tell me you guys-“ Renjun drops his briefcase.

“No” you respond quickly.

“We are just watching a movie. Relax” Renjun sighs of relief after Jeno says that.

“Good because I do not want this triangle to turn into a square” Renjun says.

The three of you are confused but then you get. “Why not a pentagon” you smirk at him. Jisung enters and Jaemin says “or a hexagon”

You and Jaemin laugh while renjun leaves. “Hi jisung” you smile at him.

“Hi” he sweetly smiles back at you “i’m going to order food it’s less of us today anyway” he says. “What do you want y/n” Jeno says.

He catches you off guard because he hardly spoke to you and you felt like he hated you. “I am down for anything, but fry chicken sounds good”

“We can do that” Jisung gets on Jaemin’s bed and pulls out his phone.

You stare at all three looking at Jisung’s phone. They’re gorgeous and you can just stare at them all day. “y/n” you come out of your thoughts. “are you dreaming of something” Jaemin says squishing your cheek.

“No i was just admiring” you smile at him.

“At who” he raise his eyebrow.

“All three” you start giggling like crazy and you cover your face with a pillow.

“Why” Jisung says confused.

“Jisung this is why you don’t get bitches” Jeno mumbles.

“Ha says the one who is in love with a twitter girl” Jaemin snorts.

You stop laughing when you hear that. “I told you to never bring that up” Jeno intensely glares at Jaemin.

“How’s the menu looking” You change the topic.

“Here you can look at it” Jisung hands you the phone.

to be continued…

a/n

i’m sorry if that was too much. i am trying to test things out. tysm for reading :)

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latriii · 1 year

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서울 SEOUL CITY ANTHEM “the song is about you.”

SEOUL CITY ANTHEM: angel, the song that blew korea away, the song they both wrote about you. -> one day, as you were walking around your campus, you see a flyer for vocalist auditions for a band: nvrmnd, since you weren’t satisfied with your current college life, you decide to take the chance. you never expected to become bandmates with YANG JUNGWON and KIM SUNWOO, you also never expected to be the girl the boys wrote about in the hit song everyone loved.

GENRE ✦ smau with a lot of writing, college au, band au, LOVE TRIANGLE

PAIRING ✦ !mainlead YANG JUNGWON !secondlead KIM SUNWOO x f!READER

WARNING ✦ 14+ THIS IS FOR MATURE READERS, cursing, kys jokes, mentions of drinking, sensual jokes, tba

STATUS ✦ currently on hold!

TAGLIST ✦ OPEN, send an ASK!

SPOTIFY SOUNDTRACK ✦ for sca!

PROFILES! ✦ BROKE CUNTS | NVRMND!

FRIEND GROUPS! ✦ 4LVERS | OUR INTERLUDE

TRACKLIST! — “SEOUL CITY AND THEM.”

| 하 — OO1. HEAVEN KNOWS I TRIED

| 둘 — OO2. GREAT OPPORTUNITY

| 삼 — OO3. WELCOME YN

| 사 — OO4.

✶ LATRII | 2O23. do not copy or plagiarize any of my work.

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ericshoney · 4 months

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Sweet Smell ~ Hyunjae and Juyeon

Warnings: Yandere!Hyunjae, Yandere!Juyeon, obsession, smelling, darkness, slight manipulation.

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"I'm home!"

Those are the first words out of your mouth as you stepped foot into your apartment. You had been away the weekend, visiting your family.

"Welcome back~"

You smile at one of your roommates, Hyunjae, the older male greeting you with a beaming smile. He pulled you into a tight hug and lucky for him, you didn't notice as he took a deep inhale of your scent. Something he and your other roommate, Juyeon, missed all weekend.

Something you didn't know was that your roommates held a big secret from you, but not from each other. The two were obsessed with you, especially your smell. They loved taking in your scent when they could, smelling you and your clothes. They hated it when someone else, especially another man, scent was on you. They tried hard to keep you in the apartment, only letting you out to see family occasionally, work and shopping, only with them though.

"Where's Ju?" You asked, moving away from the man, who let out a sigh as you did, something else you didn't notice.

"Shower, you going to unpack?" He replied.

"Yeah, I'm craving chicken, can we have it for dinner please?" You responded, making Hyunjae smile and rub your head.

"Anything for our girl~" He sweetly sang.

You smiled and walked through to your bedroom, as you walked past the bathroom, you heard water running, knowing Juyeon was in there. You then entered your bedroom and started unpacking.

"Hmm, that's strange." You mumbled quietly as you opened your underwear drawer.

You noticed two pairs of your panties gone. You knew exactly what ones, you knew every piece of clothing you had. You were quite the fashionista.

"What's strange?"

You jumped out your skin, turning around to see a shirtless Juyeon, his deep voice sending chills down your spine.

"I-I'm missing two pairs of umm p-panties." You stuttered.

Juyeon laughed and stepped forward, as he got closer, you felt your heart beating quicker. Why did he suddenly seem much....darker....more powerful? You looked up at the smiling male.

"Maybe the washer ate them." He joked. You sighed and slapped his arm gently, making him laugh again.

"They will show up sweetheart, now give me a hug." He said.

"Your shirtless." You mentioned.

"So?" He called.

Before you could say another word, Juyeon pulled you into a warm, tight hug. He smiled and took in your scent, enjoying the smell of your shampoo. He saw your drawer still open, all your underwear teasing him. He managed to reach over and steal a black thong, slipping it into his shorts pocket.

You smiled at him as he pulled away from the hug. Oblivious to his actions.

"You keep unpacking, I'm going to annoy Hyung." He said, making you laugh.

As you continued unpacking, Juyeon went downstairs to see Hyunjae in the kitchen, just getting off the phone. Juyeon held up your black thong as if it was a trophy.

"Fuck, give them here." Hyunjae ordered, going to reach for them.

"Hey, I haven't had a smell yet!" Juyeon whined.

"Fine, then give them to me." Hyunjae muttered.

Juyeon smiled and took in your scent, smiling happily. As he did, Hyunjae spoke up.

"Does she know we took anything?" He asked.

"She said it was strange that a couple pairs of her panties are missing, but she's not noticed the spy camera yet." Juyeon answered.

Hyunjae smiled and then snatched the underwear from Juyeon, taking in the scent himself.

"Um...what are you doing?" Your soft voice called.

You had just entered the kitchen area to see your two roommates smelling your underwear, probably the weirdest thing you've seen today.

"We...um...don't worry." Juyeon said as Hyunjae tried to hide the thong.

"That's my thong..." You said quietly.

"That it is." Hyunjae said, passing it over to you.

"Babe...we should tell you something." Juyeon then said, Hyunjae looked at him confused as you looked slightly worried.

"Hyunjae and I...we're in love with you and your scent. You smell drives us crazy and honestly, if it was possible, we'd bottle your smell up and keep it with us at all times." He confessed.

You looked at the two males in shock. You was hoping they would burst out in laughter and this be some big prank, but as five minutes roll round and they are still deadly silent, you realised it wasn't a prank at all.

"I'm out of here." You said, turning to leave the kitchen and the apartment.

"You can't leave us!" Hyunjae shouted as he and Juyeon rushed after you. Before you could reach the door, Hyunjae jumped in your way, blocking the exit, Juyeon was stood right behind you, sandwiching you between the two tall males.

"Jae move." You mumbled.

"No sweetheart, hear us out." Juyeon said from behind.

"Hear what, Ju! My roommates steal and smell my underwear!" You shouted, turning to face him.

"Not just your underwear..." He added.

You sighed and turned to face Hyunjae again. "Move." You said.

"No your ours. We love you and overtime you'll learn to love us." He said, the look in his eyes changing to a darker one.

"I'm sorry sweetheart." You heard Juyeon say from behind.

The next second you felt a scratch on your neck. Your head felt fuzzy and you saw Juyeon holding an empty syringe. Your body felt heavy and you started falling backwards, Juyeon luckily catching you.

"Sleep darling, we'll talk more in the morning." He whispered.

With that, your eyes closed and both boys smiled, knowing they now had you in their arms forever~

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multix-ct117 · 4 months

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Fate’s Chance

William J. Butcher + Jennifer K. Madden

Billy the Butcher x Jen the Joker

she knows that he's her soulmate, but she doesn't say anything... he doesn't believe in soulmates...

—THE BOYS—

“One man’s monster is another man’s beloved”

#the boys #the boyz #boys #billy butcher #william butcher #william j butcher #oc #female oc #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher x oc #x oc #fanfic #oc profile #soulmate au #soulmates #butcher #wip #garbage #oc appreciation

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velspa · 2 years

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maybe this is a common thing, but sometimes when I read multiple x reader fics about the same member, I imagine that they’re meeting again in an alternate universe. I feel like it adds an extra layer of depth to each story. it can either make it really fluffy and heart-warming like “we meet again” or really REALLY angsty.

imagine in one fic they’re just doing fluffy things, it’s just about reader having a crush on the member or vice versa and they end up dating at the end. standard fluff. then in the next fic the member hates the reader and makes their life a living hell. it’s like “what happened to us?”

or “you would’ve never treated me like this”

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starlitmark · 1 year

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Pairing: The Boyz x fem!reader (platonic) Genre: fluff Rating: PG

Summary: Moving in with your group mates isn’t easy, but it can’t be the worst thing either. Warnings: use of Korean honorifics, platonic pet names, cuddling Word Count: 1,824

Series Masterlist || prev: first meetings ପ next: between us

Today’s the day. You’re moving into the dorm with the others today. It’s only been a week since everyone was told what was happening, and it doesn’t feel real. At least, not until you have Kevin ringing the doorbell for the female trainee dorms at seven am. Most of the other girls are already up and out at their training for the day. The few that are around are either getting ready or relaxing while they can. You trudge toward the front door, already knowing it’s him. Even half awake, you can remember Kevin enthusing about helping move your stuff into their dorm. You’re scooped up into a pair of arms when you open the door.

“Good morning, squish!” you hear Kevin beam.

You giggle and hug him back, “Good morning Keb.”

“I brought an extra pair of hands.” he adds, placing you down and gesturing behind him.

You smile softly and move to let both boys come inside. Then, when they’re inside, you feel it’s due time to greet the other boy.

“Good morning, Juju,” you smile brightly, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.

“Good morning, angel.” he giggles back, reciprocating the hug, “So how much stuff do we need to move out of here?”

You shrug at him. There is a good amount if you’re honest. You don’t think it’s an excessive amount to move, considering it’s a room of belongings. You hear one of the younger girls giggling from the kitchen. She’s younger than you by a few years and has recently entered the full-fledged boy-crazy stage of her teen years. You know she’s looking at Juyeon and past you. You look over your shoulder at her, and she doesn’t even acknowledge you. Instead, she continues eyeing up your friend. You’re still wrapped up in Juyeon’s arms, but you let out a sigh before releasing him from your hold.

“This way!” you smile brightly, “Please ignore any of the girls. Some aren’t mature enough to handle being around boys and act like normal people.” you raise your voice slightly to call the younger girl out.

You hear Kevin giggle slightly at your petty action. Juyeon tries not to react. You know he wants to let out a similar sound to Kevin’s reaction, though. Navigating your way to your room wasn’t all too difficult. You knew your former roommate was already out and training for the day. That was the least of your concerns, though. The most pertinent worry was getting everything out within the provided timeframe. The company didn’t give you very long to get your stuff out of the trainee dorm and into the group dorm. You can’t help but feel a small bubble of anxiety settle in your stomach. Jaehyun’s words are still ringing in your head. He seems to have been treating you even worse since that staff member announced you were moving in. You shake your head to avoid the thought before stopping in front of your bedroom door.

“My roommate is already gone, so getting everything out of here shouldn’t be too difficult. She helped me box most things up already.” you smile at the two boys.

Kevin hums, “How much still needs to be boxed?”

“Just some of my clothes, nothing serious or time-consuming.”

Pushing the door open, it feels almost surreal to have everything you own boxed up and ready to go. You step in first, motioning for Kevin and Juyeon to join you. They take a moment to observe the space before seeing Juyeon approach one of the boxes. It’s the one that has the majority of your technology and its accessories. On the other hand, Kevin quickly identifies your bed and flops down on it. He comments about your mattress’s discomfort; he’s not wrong. That thing was always so uncomfortable. You chat for a little, getting slightly off track with what you’re meant to be doing. After a few minutes, Juyeon glances at his phone and sighs dramatically.

“We really should get this stuff downstairs to our dorm.”

You nod, “I’m just glad it’s just downstairs a few floors rather than a different complex.”

You pat Kevin’s shoulder, gesturing for him to start moving things with Juyeon. They nod and take a box before heading out of your room. You peacefully fold clothing and have brief conversations with the boys when they return for more boxes.

After about two or three trips, Kevin stumbles through your doorway, laughing too hard to walk straight. You are closing the last box of your clothes when he comes in; you give him a puzzled look. Then Juyeon comes behind him with a confused expression. You try to read Juyeon’s body language to get clues about what happened.

“Please,” Kevin starts, gasping to catch his breath, “tell her what just happened.”

“Ju, what’s he on about?”

“I-” he stops himself, “She-” he’s still severely perplexed.

“That girl hanging out in the kitchen just slipped him her number.” Kevin cackles.

Of course, she did. You aren’t sure if it’s the same trainee from earlier or if it’s one of the others, but you still sigh, a laugh slightly invading it. Kevin seems to think it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. Judging from Juyeon’s (still) stunned state, the taller hasn’t processed it yet. You decided to leave the room to figure out which girl it was. It doesn’t take you long to realize who it is. She seems proud of herself for what she did. Honestly, you can’t blame her for being attracted to your friend. You won’t deny that he’s attractive. When she takes notice of your presence, she smiles brightly at you.

“That Oppa is really handsome.” she giggles, “You’re really moving in with them?”

“Yeah, I’m in their group meant to debut later this year.”

“Oh my god!” she exclaims, “Imagine living with a bunch of handsome boys.” her tone going dreamy at the end.

“Jihan, you realize we’re five years older than you, right? Juyeon, nineteen, you’re not even thirteen yet…”

“I turn thirteen in a few months!” she argues back.

“You’re just proving my point, kid.” you tease playfully.

You shake your head and return to your room. When you return, your giggles turn into full-blown laughter. Juyeon has returned to a neutral state and chatting with Kevin. They give you confused expressions. You hold your hand up, telling them to give you a moment to calm down.

“Ju, do you want to guess how old Jihan is?” you still giggle slightly

“I don’t think I want to know from that question alone.”

“Oh, don’t be so scared, Juyeon!” Kevin pokes.

“How old?” he asks tentatively.

“Well, she’ll turn thirteen in July.” you giggle, “You just got hit on by a literal child.”

Juyeon looks like he just saw a ghost. Kevin busts out in laughter again. You think he might cramp up if he laughs much longer. You manage to calm down, and so does Kevin, not much later. You don’t dwell on the topic much longer. You grab one of the smaller boxes and gesture for them to grab a box too.

“We should be the last trip. I didn’t realize how little I had until you guys started moving things. Sorry I didn’t help much with moving things.”

“It’s not a big deal, angel.” Juyeon assures with a sweet smile, “Like you said, you don’t have a lot of stuff.”

Kevin shares the sentiment and jerks his head towards the door, “Let’s get you officially moved out of here.”

Moving out of this dorm feels so surreal, especially since you hadn’t lived here that long. You bid Jihan goodbye; she’s the only one home, after all. Then, standing in the elevator with your two friends, everything hits you like a ton of bricks. You would debut in a group of boys; you would be living with these twelve boys too. When you get to the door of your new shared apartment you let out a shaky breath. Kevin nudges you to get you to relax slightly.

Juyeon balances his box on one arm while punching in the code to the door. When you enter, you’re first greeted with an enormous rack of shoes. You really should’ve expected that, considering some of the boys own more shoes than they know what to do with. Then just past the entryway were the living room and dining area. They were modest but spacious enough for everyone to be comfortable in the space together. Kevin and Juyeon lead the way to where your new room is. It’s the first room on the right side of the hallway. Some of the other bedroom doors are open. You can see Haknyeon still dead asleep in his bed in the room across from yours. Others are tightly shut; it’s early enough in the morning that some of them could still be just as deeply asleep as Haknyeon is.

You push your door open, having been just slightly cracked open. You can already see where you’ll be sleeping. There’s a bunk bed on one side of the room, and directly across from it is a single twin bed. Both Changmin and Jaehyun have the bunks claimed. You place your box down with the others the boys brought for you. Both boys let you know they’re either returning to their rooms or eating something before practice. You acknowledge what they say and turn back to your boxes. Quickly finding your sheets, you decide it’s best to make your bed sooner rather than later.

Once you’re settled, you opt to just lay on your new bed for a little while, and get comfortable. That doesn’t last long, though. The door pops open, making you jump slightly. Before you know it, Changmin bounces on top of you with an excited giggle.

“Welcome home, roomie!” he beams, “I didn’t think you’d be moved in already, but here you are! How do you feel about all of this?”

“It’s kinda crazy, honestly.” you admit, “Not in a bad way, I feel pretty comfortable for the most part.”

“For the most part?” he questions, rolling over to lie next to you.

“Jaehyun,” you sigh, “I’m still really worried about rooming with him. Sangyeon still scares me, but at least he isn’t extremely mean to me like Jae is.”

“He’ll warm up to you, bug, I promise.”

“That’s what everyone’s been telling me, but Jaehyun is just- I don’t know.”

Changmin sighs, “How about this? Let’s just relax a little before rehearsal and worry about Jae later.”

You nod and shift around, getting more comfortable. You had expected your roommate to get up and hang out in the desk chair by the door or lie in his bed. Instead, he decides to cuddle up with you, and you quickly discover that Changmin is an excellent cuddle buddy. Perhaps living with them won’t be as traumatic as you had expected it to be.

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dootiexcupcake · 1 year

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REQUEST ARE OPEN!

Just wanna come in and say that I’m very open to writing some request if y’all have any! Be sure to read my carrd and guidelines before submitting 🖤 ！

Who I write for:

Stray Kids

Seventeen

Enhypen

The Boyz

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letters2won · 3 months

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GOOD 4 U!

06; is he bothering you queen?

- 702 wc, half written and smau, small genshin slander

Never have you thought that you would be walking into school hand in hand with Jungwon. You were used to having eyes on you but this felt a little overwhelming.

Jungwon felt you tensed up and gave your hands a light squeeze. You gave him a small smile, “Well.. let’s get this show on the road shall we?”

A lighthearted laugh came out, “We shall my lady.”

The two of you proudly walked the halls, ignoring preying eyes and the soft whisperers being formed around. Nearing your locker, your friends are there chatting amongst themselves about who knows what.

Yunjin was the first to noticed you two approaching as she offers Jungwon a welcoming smile, “So your y/n newest boyfriend lover boy?” she teased out. Jungwon tried to contain his excitement by nodding his head quickly before looking at you.

All your friends can see the cloud of hearts forming above his head as if he’s from a cartoon show.

More footsteps could be heard appearing behind you guys, but before you got the chance to turn around, another teasing voice popped up.

“See! I told you the Wikihow steps could work! Now look at you all grown up. I might cry again.. hold me Jay!”

Jungwon’s shoulders deflated at the sound of Sunghoon’s dramatic performance. He turned around with his arms crossed with a disappointed look, “Please stop lying on my name… you make it look like i don’t know how to talk to women!”

“That’s because you don’t!” Sunoo chipped in quickly with a raised eyebrow. You let out a chuckle causing Jungwon to glare at you making you fake a cough.

Sunwoo stomach growled and he groaned in embarrassment, “Can we go get breakfast now?” and Soul gave him a comforting pat on the back, nodding as he did so.

Walking towards the cafeteria was noisy but sitting in the cafeteria was worst.. anyone can hear you and Niki going back and forth on the best genshin character.

“OF COURSE YOU A DILUC FAN!! Jungwon i hate to break it to you man but your girlfriend is a walking red flag,” Niki sadly said.

You look at him offended, “THERE IS NOTHING WRONG HIM!! YOU’RE THE RED FLAG HERE… how could you pick Kokomi OVER THEEE Raiden Shogun?!” and Niki decided to stick his tongue out.

“Genshin fans are the worst..” Heeseung mumbled out to himself. You and Niki would’ve lashed out on him but a voice you knew all to well appeared.

“Oh? didn’t think you would manage to move on from me.. let alone move on to..” Your ex, Ricky, trailed off, eyeing Jungwon up and down with a frown, “Him..”

Your shoulder stiffens as the sudden weight of silence takes over. The memories of you losing your mind on your bathroom floor and crying coming back to you as you tried to hold the tears in. Jungwon noticed your discomfort and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Got a problem with that?”

Your teary eyes snapped up to Jungwon, surprised he would even speak up. “She moved on to a better guy, aka ME!” he stated proudly as he pointed to himself.

Ricky eyes visible twitched as he grips his new girlfriend, “You think so? Wait til she starts crawling back to me… THEN we’ll see who the better guy, yea?”

“As if she crawl back to a dirt bag like you” Jungwon scoffed out. Ricky was going to throw another hissy fit til his girlfriend dragged him away.

Jungwon let out a sigh of relief, “Oh my god.. my heart is pounding so fast, that was the scariest thing i’ve ever done!”

He turned around and wiped your tears away. His heart felt like exploding even more looking at your swollen eyes as he whispered to you, “Don’t waste your tears on jerks like him anymore, okay? i’m all you need right now..”

You looked at him awed, slowly nodding your head with him.

“UGH GROSSED! Can yall be love birds somewhere else?!” Jake joked out, covering his eyes. You flicked him off and took Jungwon by the hand.

“Let’s just hurry up and get this day over with.. i have commissions to do later!”

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╰┈➤ Ricky was the only name i could think of SORRY LMAOO

SYNOPSIS in which you’re DEFINITELY not upset that your ex moved on really easily (spoiler alert: you are!). Yang Jungwon, the student council president is glad your ex moved on because it’s time for him to shoot his shot (just not in the way he wanted.. a win is a win in his book!)

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juyeonszn · 5 months

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EXCITEMENT

PAIRING ji changmin x f!reader

WORD COUNT 6.22k

GENRES smut ﹒angst ﹒fluff

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, best friends to lovers, numerous mentions of the female orgasm, ji changmin is a bit of a manwhore, mentions of alcohol, insane tension my b, intense making out x2, oral (m! and f! receiving), multiple orgasms, couch sex but missionary, unprotected sex (wrap before u fucking tap -_-), creampie, changmin is lowkey very whipped and very pussy drunk in this, also forewarning for every fic in this collab— there is lots of foreshadowing and references to the other fics since they all fall within the same timeline/universe!

SUMMARY you know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. what you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.

MORE i hope u jichang lovers are strapped in and ready for this… kinda went crazy with it 😭😭 um anyway?? first fic of the black out or back out collab?? crazy!! this fic actually ruined me. it used up all my brain power so if every other one sucks u can’t blame me!! it’s the law!! also, i’d like to take a moment to wish my boyz a very happy 6th anniversary <3 so so proud of all they’ve accomplished these past 6 years and i can’t wait to see what they do in the next 6. in this deobi shit 4L frfr 🙏🙏

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel

TAGLIST @millksea

“No fucking way.”

You blink at Soyeon. It wasn’t that hard to believe. In fact, it was pretty easy to believe. You set down the bowl of popcorn on your lap and nod slowly.

“Uh, yeah. Yes fucking way,” a nervous laugh escapes your lips. “I’ve had to fake it with every guy I’ve ever been with. I don’t know what it is. Maybe something’s wrong with me.”

Men were… incompetent at certain things. And apparently your pleasure was one of those. Every dude you’ve ever slept with failed to make you finish. It was at the point that you felt that you were the problem. It would be understandable if it had been a couple guys, but every single one? Your luck had to be complete ass.

The only reason the topic had been brought up was because Soyeon had mentioned something about her last fling during your movie night. She was talking about how that had been the best sex she's ever had and it spurred you into making your confession. The last guy you’d been with had probably been the worst.

“Never?” Jiwon’s jaw drops, elbows resting on her knees. “How are you still alive, girl? How do you get your fix?”

“My hand, my vibrator, my pillow sometimes,” you shrug, picking at a loose thread on your blanket. “I’ve learned to make do with my situation, I guess. If I can’t get it elsewhere, I’ll just do it myself, y’know?”

Your girl friends look at you with pouts on their lips, as if they were the ones experiencing your misfortunes. You hadn’t even expected it to be such a big deal. You’d thought this was a normal, common occurrence. Boys usually sucked at things when it came to girls. But they all took this as a personal hit, like you were a fallen soldier in battle.

Perhaps the female orgasm was far more important than you assumed it to be.

“Considering who your best friend is, you’d think you were getting good dick left and right,” Dahyun snorts into her glass of wine. “This is actually kinda insane.”

You guess she had a point, despite you both leading very different lives. Changmin, your best friend, was known as one of the many heartthrobs on campus. He was in a fraternity, played on the school’s baseball team, and he even played with other things. Namely the hearts of practically every other girl at your university.

You’d think it would bother you to be so close to a man who couldn’t give less of a fuck about those of the same sex as you. But for some reason, you couldn’t find it in you to care. It’s not like he was bragging about the bitches he bagged on a regular basis. Though you were his best friend, he understood boundaries. He knew what was appropriate to talk about with you and respected that.

Your friends laugh at her observation, but drop the conversation after that, resuming the movie you were watching. However, it’s not that easy for you.

You can’t stop wondering if something really *is wrong with you. Why was it that everyone and their mom was capable of finishing and you weren’t? It was more unlikely that every single man you’ve been with sexually was that mediocre. Were you really that unlucky?

It bothers you so much that you find yourself still thinking about it well into the following week.

With the start of the new semester, came the adjustment of new classes. Even though you were a Communications major, you made the grave mistake of taking Lifespan Growth and Development with Changmin for the extra credit. He was an Early Childhood Education major, so it was a requirement for him, but not for you. (Honestly, he only forced you to take it with him so you had at least one lecture together. He was afraid your friendship might start to fade if you didn’t see each other often.)

Imagine how horrified you felt when your professor began to talk about babies and their circadian rhythm, but the only thing in your head was the fact that you’d never orgasmed because of a man. You felt like you were going crazy at this point. Really, the thought should’ve been long forgotten by now. But you couldn’t help yourself from dwelling on it, especially after your friends made jokes at your expense.

As you’re walking out of the lecture hall side by side with Changmin, you keep your focus on the ground, your hearing going in and out. His voice is staticy, your brain only registering words here and there. You’re a little pissed off that this has become such an issue.

He notices your lack of response and stops walking, eyebrows furrowed. You pause in your tracks along with him. “Are you good? You’ve been spacing out all morning.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you shake your head as if that would rid of these stupid thoughts. “I’m just a little tired, I guess. I haven’t been getting much sleep.”

“Well, you better fix that. We’re expecting this weekend’s party to be one of the bigger ones this semester. Juyeon’s passing those fliers around like it’s his job,” Changmin purses his lips with a snort, ruffling your hair. “I need my beer pong partner to be in tip-top shape.”

You scratch the back of your neck. Half of you was kind of hesitant to go to this weekend’s TBZ party considering that was where you met the dude who started this whole downward spiral. He made an offhand comment about seeing you again, but you were actually hoping that would never happen. And with your fortune, the probability of running into him was pretty high.

“You see…“ You begin, but Changmin interrupts you with a distressed groan before you can continue.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of flaking,” his arms fall to his sides as his head tips back dramatically. “Y/N, I really need you there. How else am I gonna smoke everyone? I need— I mean we need to keep our title.”

Sometimes you wish Ji Changmin took anything else as seriously as he takes beer pong. You suppose it came with being a fraternity brother or something. They all drank alcohol like it was fucking water. You’re still sort of surprised none of them (Sunwoo) has gotten alcohol poisoning yet.

“I’m just… trying to avoid someone. And they’ll probably be there.” You sigh, fiddling with your fingers. Your best friend gives you an unreadable look that flashes across his face only for a moment.

“Tell me who it is. I’ll make sure they’re not allowed in. I’d much rather have you there than some rando who’s bugging you.” He says, shoving his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants.

“That’s really unne—“

“Yo, Changmin! Aren’t you going with us to Cobie’s?”

You both turn towards the sudden intrusion, the voice belonging to Eric Sohn. He’s around 50 feet away from where you’re standing, joined by Kim Sunwoo and Ju Haknyeon. Changmin yells out his answer and spins back to you, an apologetic smile on his face. Somehow, you’re a little grateful for the interruption.

“We’ll finish this later, okay?” He nods at you, heading backwards in their direction. “You’re going, Y/N.”

You really should’ve listened to your instincts when they told you to skip out on the party.

You’re well aware that every attendee was crucial for the TBZ boys and their stupid rivalry with the KAT girls. So maybe you understood why Changmin needed you there so badly, aside from the obvious beer pong thing. However, you were starting to regret showing up.

First of all, Ji Changmin was nowhere to be found. Second of all, Jeon Soyeon was hounding you all night about the secret you so idiotically shared with your gal pals.

She was dead set on finding you a solution. (Basically, she was scanning the crowd of partygoers for a suitable man to satisfy your overdue needs. And she was proving devastatingly unsuccessful.)

You were too anxious to drink, also. Your feet were bouncing from where you sat on the couch, and your fingers couldn’t stop fidgeting. The antsiness was getting annoying at this point and you were hoping your knight in shining armor (Ji Changmin) revealed himself soon. Lest he wanted to lose out on his beloved beer pong partner.

It appears that your years of honing in on your manifestation powers have finally come to fruition when you spot Younghoon and Juyeon hauling the beer pong table into the living room. Where one of those tables are stationed, you know you’re guaranteed to find your best friend. The shorter of the two gentle giants cups his hands around his mouth and announces the first round of tonight’s tournament.

You stand from your seat, grabbing the opportunity to break free of Soyeon’s efforts to pimp you out. You’re ready to confirm you and Changmin’s spot in the tournament, when you see that you’ve already been beaten to it. It takes absolutely everything in you not to let your jaw drop and your eyes to tear up.

Some girl who happens to be in your Lifespan Growth and Dev class (you think her name is Iseul) is draped over Changmin’s arm, signing them up for the first round. He doesn’t look like he wants to, but makes no effort to refuse her.

You don’t know why it irks you. It shouldn’t irk you.

You’ve never cared about who he spends his free time with in the past. It’s been so easy for you to let his behavior slide, brushing it under the rug like it was no biggie. But this time, you care a whole lot. You chalk it up to the fact that he was seemingly replacing you as his beer pong partner, even though that was the entire reason why he wanted you to come to the party.

Yeah. That’s why.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips just as Hyunjae passes by, no doubtedly heading to the beer pong table. You catch the sleeve of his polo and force him to halt in his steps. You’re not even sure why the hell he’s wearing a polo in the first place, his outfit embodying the stereotypical frat boy perfectly. This looked nothing like his usual wardrobe.

“Oh, hey Y/N, what’s up?” He smiles that award-winning Hyunjae smile, the one that manages to charm every girl in the room every single time he pulls it out. He brings the brim of his red solo cup up to his lips and finishes whatever’s left in it with one swig. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Do you wanna be my beer pong partner?” Okay, well now you’ve said it so there’s no going back.

His eyebrow shoots up in a mixture of shock and pleasant surprise. “Me? You’re not gonna ask Changmin?”

“He’s…” Your eyes flitter over to where he stands with Iseul(?), Hyunjae’s following. No. You’re okay. This isn’t getting to your head at all. Everything’s cool and peachy. “He’s too preoccupied.”

Hyunjae chooses not to say anything, instead nudging you over to the opposite end of the table. Changmin’s eyes widen when he sees the two of you, even having the audacity to look scandalized. God, maybe that was his biggest fault. He was so entitled.

So, it was just fine for him to bail on you in favor of some girl he didn’t even know, but the second you talk to one of his frat brothers, it’s off the table? What a fucking hypocrite. The whole ordeal was actually beginning to get on your nerves now. All you wanted to do was win this stupid beer pong game to show him that he’ll never find a partner as good as you.

Woah. Holy shit, Y/N. You need to dial it back a bit with the possessiveness. That was a lot, especially for you.

Juyeon narrows his eyes at you and then glances over to Changmin, the cogs turning in his head slowly. You’re not sure if that’s because he’s so used to seeing you both on the same side of the beer pong table, or because his vision was so shitty. Either way, it has you cowering behind Hyunjae a little as he dips the ping pong ball into the cup of water in the center.

“Okay, you know the rules. Let’s have a healthy, friendly game,” Younghoon says, tapping the table with a smile. “No playing dirty. I’m looking at you, Hyunjae.”

The brunette raises his hands in surrender, doing a quick bout of rock, paper, scissors with Changmin to determine which team went first. He wins with a quirk of his lips, sauntering back over to you. After rolling his neck around and popping his fingers, he tosses the ball right into Changmin and Iseul’s center cup.

You hate to admit it, but Hyunjae’s actually pretty good at this. You’ve never really paid attention to anyone else’s beer pong skills considering you’ve only ever played with Changmin as your partner. Who knows, maybe you’ll switch over permanently after this. At least, you might if he keeps up whatever it is that he’s doing.

Your best friend’s jaw tightens as he grabs the red solo cup, chugging what’s inside. He huffs and takes his turn, nearly missing with the way the ball circles around the rim. He sighs in relief at the same time you grimace. You still hadn’t had anything to drink all night and starting with fucking beer was probably the worst idea.

The game probably would’ve been a bit more competitive had Iseul been decent at beer pong, but she sucked. So Hyunjae and yourself always kept your lead by one cup or more. Karma is a dish best served cold, or however the saying goes. And karma certainly presented itself in the form of Ji Changmin’s first ever TBZ beer pong tournament loss.

Hyunjae high fives you with a cheesy grin, lacing your fingers together and shaking them around. He presses a kiss to your temple and guides you away from the table as Juyeon and Younghoon clear it for the second round. It wasn’t odd for any of the TBZ boys to show you affection since you were like a sister to most of them, but this felt… kind of weird. You can’t pinpoint exactly why, but it made you feel off.

“You’re my secret weapon,” he laughs, hands burying into the pockets of his khaki shorts. “I’m gonna steal you as my partner permanently.”

As much as you joked around in your head, the truth of the matter was that you could never actually replace Changmin. In spite of him acting like a complete dumbass tonight, he was still your best friend. Not even the biggest of fights would change that fact.

Before you can dismiss him, Changmin is stalking over to you with a slight scowl. His nostrils flare a bit as he asks, “Can we talk?”

You barely nod and then he’s fisting the material of your top at the small of your back, urging you away from the living room. Your feet keep tripping over themselves while you attempt to match his pace but he’s too determined to reach his destination in mind to even notice. No one even bats an eye as you get ushered to your demise.

You’re coaxed into a nearby bathroom without a word, your best friend standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest. Because you hadn’t seen him a majority of the night, you hadn’t gotten the chance to get a good look at him. He was wearing a long sleeve striped polo and some baggy jeans, which probably would look basic on anyone else. But this is Ji Changmin. Girls flocked after him for a reason.

“Why would you play with Hyunjae? You know the type of guy he is. Now he thinks he has a shot with you or something.” As soon as he opens his mouth, you remember the type of guy he is.

“What does it matter to you? You were too busy giggling with your flavor of the week. Of course I wasn’t gonna wait around for you.” You bite back, mirroring his stance.

“Flavor of the—?” His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and then everything settles in. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” you laugh humorlessly. “Don’t act all hypocritical with me, Changmin. I can’t believe I even came to this fucking party for you when you didn’t even bother giving me the same energy. Best friend, my ass.”

A scoff brushes past your lips and you turn to exit the bathroom, but he grabs your wrist. His grip isn’t too harsh, but it’s tight enough to stop you from going anywhere. “Wait. Don’t leave.”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.” Your eyes flick back and forth between his and the fingers wrapped around your forearm. And you know, you really should’ve predicted what would happen after that. The nature of your words were provocative in their own right, not to mention the tension brewing in the midst of your argument.

From one second to the next, Changmin’s mouth is on your own, your back pressed to the bathroom door. His hands are everywhere and nowhere all at once; digging into your sides, running through your hair, caressing your face. You feel insane. Your head feels empty, no coherent thoughts running through it as his lips move against yours.

They migrate along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking wherever they feel fit. Everything is moving way too fast for you to comprehend what’s happening. His lips feel so good on your skin, you’re having trouble finding the strength in you to stop him. But you know you have to. This was your best friend, for god’s sake. And besides, you didn’t want to deal with the disappointment you’ve faced time and time again when it came to men. You couldn’t handle feeling that way toward him.

Your palm presses against his chest and you try your hardest to ignore the sensation of his heart thumping beneath it. Your eyes squeeze shut as you push him off of you gently. Not expecting the sudden disruption, he stumbles backwards slightly. He’s a little dazed, like he, too, has not a single thought in that brain of his.

“I can’t— we can’t—“ You’re breathless, heaving up and down as if you’d just ran a damn marathon. “I have to go.”

You don’t give Changmin any freedom to react, escaping the bathroom exasperated. There’s too much going through your mind to search for Soyeon, leaving the party as quickly as you can. The moment your foot steps out of the front door, it’s like you’re given some clarity. The fresh air feels cool on your warm skin while you take the walk back to your apartment, not in the mood to sit in a stuffy car with anyone else. You needed to think clearly and vulnerably, and someone being there would just hinder that.

But first, you had to figure out where to go from here.

It’s been a couple days since the last TBZ party and you were still avoiding Ji Changmin like he was the plague.

You were definitely wishful thinking when you decided to just ignore things until you had class together. And even then, you were planning on pretending like nothing even happened. Fucking up your friendship with him was something you couldn’t stand emotionally. Or physically. It would be akin to the pain of having your heart ripped straight from your chest.

Meeting Changmin when you did was almost like a blessing in disguise. His attitude about life was exactly what you needed coming into university. You were shy and scared of your new surroundings. You had no friends, you were far from your family, and your imposter syndrome was through the roof. But then he swooped in and made everything better somehow. As much as it was a snooze fest, you’ll eternally be a little bit grateful for sharing that First Year Seminar class with him.

Deep down, a piece of you has always belonged to Changmin. From that first day of freshman year to now, you’ve always held him to a different standard than everyone else. You liked to believe it was because he was your best friend, the one person who sought you out even when it felt like no one ever would. And until very recently, you kept trying to convince yourself that was the case.

If you slept together that might be worse. What if he ended up like every other guy you’ve landed in bed with? What if he couldn’t satisfy you? It would make it even more strained. You didn’t want to end up like every other girl who’s vied for his heart and failed miserably. He wasn’t a relationship person.

Falling for him alone would complicate everything. If he didn’t feel the same, it would be weird between you and your friendship would never go back to normal. Yet as you lay here, body bundled in your comforter and drowning in one of the many sweatshirts he’s left over at your apartment, scrolling through his feed, you realize that there’s no return from this point. Now that you’ve contemplated the idea, you’re too far in.

You know, the universe had funny ways of rewarding you. (Or rather, punishing you.)

There’s a knock at your front door. You’re not entirely sure who it could be since you weren’t expecting anyone, but one glance through the peephole and it’s all over for you. You consider stepping away, running and cowering in your bedroom until he disappears so you can go back to dissimulating that your entire life wasn’t crumbling to your feet.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there. Open up, please, we need to talk.”

You curse under your breath but unlock the door anyway, maneuvering so he can come inside with ease. Changmin stares at you with an unreadable expression for a minute, vision raking over your figure. Maybe you’re imagining it, but it’s something similar to how men have looked at you before, like they were undressing you with their eyes. That’s when you remember that you were wearing his sweatshirt.

Without pants underneath…

The wind knocks out of him in an instant, something primal coming over him when his gaze lands on you in his clothing. He knows he shouldn’t think about you the way he does. He shouldn’t think of how pretty you are when your pen is caught in your teeth, attempting to make sense of whatever your professor was talking about. He shouldn’t think of the way your cheeks flush when you’ve had too much alcohol at one of the TBZ parties. He shouldn’t think of kissing you, or pressing up against you like a dog in heat. He shouldn’t be thinking of the kiss you shared Friday night.

You’re his best friend, the one person in the world who has ever understood him. The one who’s always glued to his side even when he may be in the wrong. Why would he ever want something different? How could he ask for more when he should be thankful for what he was already given?

“Why are you pushing me away? Why are you ignoring me?” Is what he finally asks after the silence has become unbearable.

“Changmin,” you swallow thickly, hesitative with what you say next. “Friends don’t kiss— we don’t kiss.”

He takes a step forward, and then another, and then another until he’s only arms’ length from you. “But, we could.”

You release a shuddery breath, reaching out to stop him from coming any closer. “P-Please. We can’t do this— I can’t do this.”

“Why not?” He pushes. He knows he’s tiptoeing the edge of something else. There’s a fine line between what you have now, and what he’s wanted for so long. It’s always been a matter of if you wanted that too. “Is it because you just don’t want to?”

You’re not even sure how to respond to him. Of course you want this. It isn’t that you don’t want him. You’re more scared than anything. You’re scared of becoming just another victim of Ji Changmin’s charms, of giving into him and it leading to another let down. Your resistance is evident on your face, and you’re not all that taken aback when he sighs.

“I’ve wanted you since that first day of First Year Seminar, Y/N. No one has ever compared to you and no one ever will,” he confesses, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. “I sleep with random girls to get you off my mind, to forget that I’m pretty fucking in love with my best friend.”

Then it all clicks.

It’s like you’ve come to the biggest realization of your life, an epiphany striking you suddenly with the weight of a freight train. It all trickles into place, the reason why you’ve never enjoyed yourself during sex. The reason why you’ve never finished at the hands of any man you’ve been with intimately.

None of them were Ji Changmin. None of them were the best friend that your heart has belonged to since your freshman year.

You press your lips to his without any warning, nearly colliding into him with the force of your impatience. He reciprocates immediately, fingers tangling in your hair and holding you closer than physically possible. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, tongue dragging along his lower lip. Years of repressed longing and pining find themselves surfacing in this one kiss.

Changmin’s hands travel to your waist, burrowing into the fabric of his sweatshirt as he yanks you toward the couch. He falls to a sitting position when the backs of his knees hit the edge, your knees resting on either side of his lap. You don’t break apart once, not even to gasp for air as he grinds you down onto him. Through the material of his cargos you can feel him. He’s just as throbbing as you are, your core pulsing with a need unlike any other.

His fingers reach for the hem of the sweatshirt and that’s when you pause him, your nerves getting the best of you. He frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just,” admitting this a second time isn’t easier. “I’ve never— nobody’s ever made me… you know…”

The corners of his lips curl up, thumbs rubbing the backs of your thighs. “You’ve never came before, baby?”

Your breathing stutters in your chest, the smugness of his voice sending shockwaves through your body. You should’ve fully expected him to be a master at pillowtalk, what with the whole Sex-God persona and all that jazz, but it still catches you off guard. You shake your head shyly, arms hooked around his neck. His mouth attaches to the spot behind your ear, sucking the skin tenderly.

“I’ll make sure you’re ruined for anyone else,” his voice is no louder than a whisper, but sounds deafening to the cotton stuffing the place where your brain should be. “I’ll make you feel so good, you won’t think twice about who you belong to.”

A small whine emits from your throat, hips gyrating themselves onto his crotch. He bucks up into you instinctively, keeping you still on his lap. The sheer possessiveness of his tone is driving you up the wall. That seemed to be something you had in common with each other. You’re lightheaded, too many layers of clothing blocking the space between you. Changmin connects your lips again, sliding his hands beneath the sweatshirt so his fingers can hook into the waistband of your panties.

He helps you out of them and your top, baring your entire body to him. The way his cock twitches makes him feel like a goddamn teenager. You paw at the zipper of his pants as he pulls off his t-shirt, tugging the cargos down his legs so you can kneel between them. If he thought he wasn’t going to last before, he’s certain of it now. He wraps your hair around his fist in a makeshift ponytail, watching you with hooded eyes as you kiss his tip.

“You look so gorgeous like this,” his voice is wavering, his composure drifting off.

That encourages you to take him into the wet heat of your mouth, tongue twirling around the tip. You run it along his slit, tasting the precum that had formed there. His head falls back onto the sofa cushions, jerking his hand back a bit and tugging your hair just enough for it to sting. You moan around his dick, the pain providing more pleasure than its intended purpose.

He bucks up into your mouth yet again, his length gliding down your throat. Not prepared for the intrusion, you gag, pulling off of his cock with a string of saliva bridging your lips to the tip. Tears prick at your eyes for a second, and then you’re going back in.

This time you manage to relax your throat, fitting more than you could prior. Changmin’s eyes are half lidded, not once daring to look anywhere that wasn’t you. The sight of you so eager to please, so desperate to reward him in spite of you being the one who’s never orgasmed before, was clouding his thinking.

The image of you on your knees, sucking him off like your life depended on it, would be burned into his brain for the rest of his life. (Not that he minded. You lived there practically rent free, anyways.)

Your attention stays on the tip of his cock, tongue repeatedly alternating with dragging under the head and the slit on top. He could die happily, actually, the fear that he may never have you in this way finally dissipating into thin air. Want could only take a man so far.

He doesn’t stay sentimental for very long, remembering that you were currently between his legs and the inner monologue could wait for later. Though, he makes the grave mistake of making direct eye contact with you and it’s game over after that point.

Changmin finishes with a groan, his cum painting your chest with milky white ropes. He cups both sides of your face, bringing you up to kiss you messily. He doesn’t care that he can taste himself in your mouth, nipping your bottom lip to pry it open. The two of you swap spots, with him now on the floor and you on the couch. He pushes up your knees, spreading them to gain access to your cunt, glistening with your slick.

He presses a soft kiss to your clit, glancing up at you through his lashes to gauge your reaction. He not only had a reputation to defend, but he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was going to be the first man to make you cum. But it wasn’t sufficient to just fuck you, he needed to do more than that. He needed to flood your senses and show you exactly what you’ve been missing out on.

His tongue circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, his ring and middle fingers going counter-clockwise on your entrance. He can hear the laboring of your breathing, the sharp exhale through your nostrils when he experimentally slides one of them inside of you. He starts to pump it slowly, building up the pace until he adds the other finger, curling them.

You whine when Changmin’s lips envelope your clit, suckling like a man starved. His fingers south don’t halt their assault, the palm of his other hand flattening on your lower stomach. You reach down to card through his hair, clutching the strands for support. He groans against your pussy, the vibrations contributing to the knot growing tighter in your abdomen.

He switches his tongue and fingers a moment later, lapping at your hole and swiping at your clit in a close ovular pattern with his thumb. You’re dizzy, lids fluttering shut and back arching off the cushions in a weak attempt to minimize the space between you. Changmin pins down your hips with his forearm, continuing making out with your cunt.

He flips the stimulation once more, mouth on your clit and fingers buried deep inside of you in an instant. He keeps his eyes on you, focused on every scrunch of your face and slacking of your jaw. The sudden difference in sensations has a loud moan ripping from your vocal cords, that knot coming undone almost too quickly for it being your first time in this position. You feel his lips turn up in a smile, like he’s proud of himself for doing the impossible.

Changmin pulls back slightly, his fingers still working you down from your peak. When he thinks you’ve calmed, he’s up and kissing you, petting your hair gently. “You did so well for me, baby.”

“I’ve made myself cum so many times before, but never like that— holy shit, Changmin…” You’re a little stunned and he finds it cute, despite you both being in such a compromising situation.

“I need you to give me one more, is that okay?” He lays you on your back, hovering over you. “I wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock.”

You pull him down for another kiss, pecking the side of his neck with a hum. “Want you to fill me up, too.”

The groan that leaves him is guttural, his forehead falling onto your collarbone. Dreams really do come true. He hikes up one of your legs, lining himself up with you. He guides his cock into you and watches you for any moves of discomfort. A whimper bubbles past as he slips in, bottoming out smoothly. Half of you still couldn’t believe this was happening. No fucking way was Ji Changmin on top of you right now, dick compressed in your cunt to the hilt.

He holds your knee to your chest as he begins to thrust his hips, driving his cock deep from the get go. Each motion jostles you further up the sofa, but you’re too gone to care. Your eyes have started to roll to the back of your head and you already feel that pressure rising in the pit of your stomach.

At this rate, you’re not sure you’ll last very long. You’re still extremely sensitive from your first orgasm and Changmin’s plowing into you like he might never get the chance to do it again.

“You’re so— fuck— you’re so tight, baby… Squeezing me in like you don’t wanna let me go,” he rasps, trailing open mouthed kisses along your jaw and carrying them down your jugular.

You moan something about how deep he is, about how you can feel him everywhere. It’s too much. It’s not enough. And despite him giving you everything he has to offer, you crave more. You’re yearning for more.

Something in you snaps and you’re cradling his face in your hands. “Love you so much, Changmin. Wanna be with you forever.”

His eyes widen at your off-kilter confession, but he doesn’t cease once. If anything, his speed increases as he kisses you passionately, noses bumping but so far on the spectrum from the others. This one is more emotional, more meaningful. It’s not long before he’s spilling into you, moaning against your lips. You follow closely behind, your second orgasm cresting like a tidal wave.

You stay like that for a minute, both of you soaking it all in. Your chests meet in the middle with each breath you take.

Changmin pulls out of you carefully, laying so you can rest comfortably on top of him. A smile inches across his feature, like he was on the inside of a joke you weren’t. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“What…”

“Nothing, it’s just,” he brushes some of your hair from your forehead to leave a smooch there. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you how I felt for a while now. I just wanted to assure that you wouldn’t scream in my face and run the opposite direction. But you went ahead and beat me to it.”

“You meant what you said about the other girls?” You nibble at the skin of your cheek, nervous. “You slept with them to distract yourself from me? Even Iseul?”

He nods, albeit a little shamefully. “Not my proudest moment, I’ll say. I could’ve gone about it a million other ways. But yeah, I didn’t want to ruin what we had. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you just because I couldn’t get my feelings in check.”

“You’re stupid,” you laugh, cuddling further into him. “It’s a good thing I’m kind of into that.”

“Kind of?” He quirks a brow at you. “I don’t know, you were saying something about loving me so much and wanting to be with me forever earlier…”

You smack his chest playfully. “Shut up. That was a moment of weakness or whatever.”

“It’s okay,” he smiles at you fondly, as if you were the reason that the sun shone so brightly. “I love you, too. And I wouldn’t mind being with you forever.”

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tbzxnight · 1 year

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paint me naked

warning: nsfw, contains smut, body painting, nipple play, messy sex, long (well over 2k).

"Honestly, it's all pretty subjective," Kevin says, looking over at you mid-stroke. "You could paint anything and it'll be considered art by at least one person, I promise." You try to nod along to his words but looking down at your painting so far, you think yours might be the one and only exception. It was very easy for him to say, he has these naturally gifted hands that helped him make masterpieces while barely trying. Right now, even, he's painted a landscape with just his fingers and you couldn't believe how lifelike it looks. You pout, looking at the mess in front of you, "Hey, why don't you come help me here? Give me some pointers, maybe? "

Kevin smiles, softly calling you cute under his breath and pads on his hands and knees over to you. He sits beside you, looking over your "art " so far. "Actually I really like it, we can build off of this. May I? " You nod, almost too fast, relieved you didn't have to keep doing this yourself. Your jaw drops slightly when you realize what he meant by this; he moves behind you, wraps his hand to cover yours and dips your fingers in the navy blue before leaning both of your bodies forward, looking over your shoulder, and moving your hand with his over the canvas. After you see the beautiful strokes that your fingers are suddenly making under his guidance, you're so awestruck, you find yourself turning your neck around to stare at his face.

"What do you think? " he asks, once he's finished, turning his head to face you. "Gorgeous," you answer immediately, in a semi-daze looking into his pretty brown eyes. He chuckles, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he says, "You didn't even look at it, though? " "Oh, right," your face heats up, embarrassed that you've been caught. He just smirks, your breath hitching when he leans closer and you see his mouth part open, his eyes moving down to look at your lips. Bringing his hand up to your cheek, he turns your face towards him even more before taking your lips in his. The paint from his fingers feels cold against your cheek but the kiss sets your whole body aflame and buzzing with energy.

You smile into the kiss before pulling back a bit to stare at his face, eyes getting drawn down to his lips. Without thinking, you grab his face with both hands and kiss him again, this time much deeper than the previous one. His strong arms pull you into his lap, caressing up your bare thighs under your skirt before wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. Your hands move down to grip the front of his shirt, lips parting against his and letting his tongue slip into your mouth, in a fight for dominance, which he definitely won. You break the kiss, gasping for breath when you feel his hips move up to grind against your crotch. Still moving his hips, Kevin kisses your cheek, his lips moving past your jaw and down your neck.

You can't help the little moans you let out as he nips at your neck, sucking on the tender skin. "Hey, wanna try something with me? " He mumbles against your skin, "If you don't want to, we don't have to." "You mean sex? " you breathe out, "Of course, I want to." He laughs, his shoulders shaking with it. "No, I mean yes, but I meant something else first." He lifts you up, places you back on the floor and adjusts himself, before walking away. You sigh at the loss of his body against yours and the delicious friction you were creating with him mere seconds ago.

He comes back a few seconds later with a drop sheet and a paint tray palette with 5 wells of red, orange, blue, purple and pink paint. "I want to paint you, on your body, naked," Kevin says, already unfolding the drop sheet in front of you. Damn artists and their damn random bouts of inspiration. But you had to admit, the thought did turn you on - more than you expected actually. "Okay, but you have to get naked too," you reply while pulling off your t-shirt and bra. He chuckles again but obliges, taking his shirt off. His abs and biceps looked glorious, you had to stop yourself from nearly drooling. "Fuck," you hear Kevin mumble under his breath as he stares at you taking your skirt and panties off too.

Stepping to the middle of the drop sheet, you're about to complain about how Kevin still has his sweats on when he steps forward and strokes a brush coated in orange paint down and around the curve of your breast in a long sweeping motion. You shiver as the cool of the paint sends a tingle down your spine. Your nipples harden and you're not sure if it was necessarily due to the cold. Kevin's eyes drift from the line of his paint to your breasts, his cheeks and ears turning a light pink. "Is it too cold? " He asks you. "It is cold, but I don't think that's the reason," you reply coyly.

The blush darkens on his cheeks, his ears a fiery red as his tongue glides over his bottom lip. He makes eye contact with you before leaning down, putting his soft lips around your nipple. You intake a sharp breath when he swirls his tongue around it, taking turns kissing and sucking on it. "Kevin..." you sigh, your hand holding his head. His tongue curls around your hardened nipple and when he pulls back, his teeth graze over it, making you press your thighs together subconsciously. He turns his attention back to his art as you blink and shake your head, trying to focus back on the art instead of the heat building between your legs.

He spends the next few minutes adding some purple strokes on your stomach, tickling you when he fills the colour in. He dips his thumb into the blue on his palette and traces it along your hip bones, his mouth slightly parted with concentration. As much as you were enjoying his touches, you couldn't help but crave more, especially when you see his muscles flex with his movements. Picking up your brush, you dip it into the red paint and coat your hand and fingertips. Kevin raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything as he continues his work. You press your red palm against his toned chest. "What do you think? " The corner is his lips lift, "Best thing you've done all night," he quips.

"Hey! " You smack him on the shoulder, forgetting about the paint and splattering it everywhere. "Oh, now you're asking for it," he laughs, eyes darkening. He begins painting his palm pink. "Hm, where should I put this? " He teases, eyebrows wiggling mischievously. You smile, swallowing loudly with anticipation, your body screaming for him to touch you, anywhere. "How about here? " he whispers, watching you as you shiver slightly, subconsciously pushing your chest towards him. He licks his lips and moves his hand up to around your neck, "Maybe here? " Fuck yes, you thought as your head jerked in a nod.

He steps closer so your chests are touching, moves his hand down around your waist and smacks it down on your ass, hard but not painful. You gasp as he drags you forward, his fingers digging into your ass. "Yeah, here," Kevin breathes, pressing his lips against yours. You kiss him like a woman starved, your arms wrapping around his neck as his other arm goes around your waist. His hands make their way to your front and up to your ribs, smearing the paint in his wake. Without breaking the kiss, he moves you backwards, pushing your back against the wall. His hands grip each of your breasts and brings them up, breaking off the kiss so he can lean down and suck on your nipples again.

Letting out a moan, you let your head fall back against the wall and wrap a leg around him, needing that sweet friction between your now bare pussy and his clothed erection. His cock is hard and strains against the thin material of his sweatpants. He groans quietly against your skin as you slide up and down over his bulge, giving you even more butterflies in your stomach. He sucks and bites at your breasts, making sure to move from one to the other and back again, driving you insane. "Kevin," you moan, "I need you, please." He groans louder at your pleading and pins your body against the wall, spreading your legs further to fit his whole body in between them.

He holds you up with one arm - since when was he this strong? - as he pulls down his pants and boxers with lightning speed. He lines his erection up, his tip teasing your entrance and starts kissing you again, hard and passionately. You eagerly match him, bringing your tongue to meet his and swirling it around, your arms tightly wrapped around his neck. As you feel yourself get lost in the kiss, he suddenly thrusts up so he's fully inside you, eliciting a gasp from you as you arch your back off the wall into him. Without waiting for you to adjust, he begins thrusting deep in and out of you over and over, the head of his cock hitting your cervix with each thrust has you moaning loudly into his mouth.

You bunch your hands in his hair, the paint on your hands clinging to the blonde strands, sticking them together in red clumps. You could feel your climax building already thanks to all the foreplay from earlier. "I'm close, Kev-" you moan out, voice strained. He looks taken back for a split second before smirking and rolling his hips up into a rhythm, harder than before, one hand now on your nipple, tweaking it to further your pleasure. You cry out and your orgasm hits you, shuddering through you and making all your muscles seize up. Kevin keeps thrusting, fucking you through it until you have to squeeze his shoulder when the overstimulation gets too much.

"Sorry, baby," he murmurs into your hair, hugging you closer. He pulls out and turns around, still carrying you, away from the wall and lays you down on the drop sheet. He positions himself above you, kissing you again, grinding his cock in between your pussy lips. You shiver at the movement; feeling yourself getting turned on again, you let out a shaky breath you didn't realize you were holding. "Fuck, Kevin, inside me again - please," you spread your legs wider, insatiable for him apparently. He smiles are this, "That's my good girl, I knew you had it in you." He pushes his cock into you again, this time at a painstakingly slow pace.

Grabbing ahold of the sheet under you, your eyes close, your jaw slack as you take in the delicious feeling of his cock inside you. You both sigh in relief when he bottoms out, you open your eyes to see his perfect face an inch away from yours. "God, you feel so fucking good," Kevin moans out, his thick arms flexing in their planking position as he holds himself above you. You clench around him, taking pleasure in the way he moans even louder when he pulls back out and it's even tighter than before. He lets out more curse words and mutters under his breath how you'll be the death of him.

He thrusts in you with that same slow pace, spreading your legs apart further to reach even deeper inside you. Your whole body jerks forward when he touches your g-spot and continues to hit it dead on with every snap of his hips. "Oh my- fuck, Kevin, right there-," you whimper out, putting your arms around him to pull him closer. You bite down on his shoulder, making him groan into your neck and speed his thrusts up, you could tell he's as close as you are. "Babe," Kevin moaned into your ear, "come with me." You nearly melted at his words combined with how deep and raspy his voice sounded. Nodding, you move your hips to match his rhythm, both settling on a faster pace.

Kevin slows himself down, just the tiniest bit, his breath hitching and steadying again as he tried to make sure you would come together. Listening for changes in your sighs and moans, the tightness of your grip on his hair tells him when you're getting closer. You gasp when he angles your bodies up a bit to somehow hit even deeper and wrap your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles behind him, holding him impossibly close to you. "Now," he breathes against your skin, "cum with me now, baby, fu-!" He lets out a deep groan as he thrusts his orgasm inside you, hugging you tight as your orgasm washes over you too. This time is more intense than the last, knowing he's right there at the peak with you.

You both breathe heavily, staying in that position for a few moments when he lifts himself up to face you. He pushes your hair back to caress your face, similar to the way you run your fingertips along his jaw. It's then that you notice the absolute mess you've created around you two, paint in every which direction. "We ruined your art," you say, looking down at your body. "I think we made it better, a personal touch is always nice," Kevin replies, touching his forehead with yours. "You're pretty," he says after a minute of staring into your eyes. "You're not so bad yourself," you quip. He scoffs out a laugh before he brings his face down again to kiss you again, tenderly and deeply.

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strayed-quokka · 1 year

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lacking in subtlety || kim sunwoo

» summary: it was a bad idea to like your brother’s best friend. it was an even worse idea to let him into your room when your brother was one door down.

» pairing: sunwoo x female reader

» rating: NC-17 minors do not interact

» genre: brother’s best friend, smut, porn without much plot but there’s backstory i guess

» warnings: dominant sunwoo (kinda?), he’s also a bit possessive, i guess submissive reader, oral (m and f receiving), creampie, his hand finds your throat but there’s no actual pressure, vague exhibitionism (?), sunwoo gets caught but he kinda asked for it, the beginning takes ages whoops, open ending cause i’m annoying, one use of good girl and some pet names

» words: 4,738

» a/n: i know i’ve done brother’s best friend before but i’m a hoe for that concept aight deal w it… also i have like… 20+ smuts for the boyz in my drafts i don’t know what’s going on anymore but i’m thinking either juyeon next because hands or a threesome with moonbae because it’s been sitting in my drafts and lord is it wild

also i know i disappeared but life happens and also people were stealing my work so i wasn’t really in the mood to write anything for anyone but here we are i’m back cause i wanna indulge ✌️

You’d never been much of a risk taker. In fact, on paper, you probably looked quite boring, good grades, a nice set of friends, never misbehaving, all of it lined up to make you rather uninteresting. That’s why when the shift from seeing Juyeon’s best friend Sunwoo, as someone more than a simple acquaintance happened, you simply ignored it.

He’d never find you interesting enough.

Though you were friends in a way too. Your brother was comfortable enough with Sunwoo never getting too close to you in that regard, and so the two of you would often interact even if he wasn’t there.

But the conversations were usually rather generic. Exchanges of how your days were, maybe the occasional comment about an outfit the other wore, but never anything beyond that. You still remembered coming downstairs in an oversized hoodie one day and Sunwoo jumping on the question to ask where you got it. He wore the same one in a different colour a few days later, and you swore he knew how flustered it made you.

You knew him, but you didn’t know him in a way that you knew friends. Nevertheless, you were always comfortable with him, even comfortable enough that during movie nights, if you happened to be around, lying next to him or even against him was deemed completely normal.

You’d done it since you were little, and so even once it shifted from being simply platonic to something that made your heart race as you got older, Juyeon never once questioned it. He never felt the need to and neither did Sunwoo. You weren’t sure if he was simply oblivious or intentionally ignoring the way you felt, but you were relieved either way.

Juyeon never noticed that your first semester back from university, Sunwoo started to get more physical towards you. His arm being wrapped around you wasn’t new, but where he let his hand rest was. You still remembered the first time it fell on your hips, but it stayed unmoving and almost felt like an unintentional accident.

Though with Sunwoo, nothing was unintentional. He thought you were beautiful and incredibly hard to resist, but he tried. He tried by simply leaving little hints, hints that could mean nothing or everything at the same time, and hints that Juyeon wouldn’t notice or brush off because Sunwoo wouldn’t cross that line. He’d never be so stupid.

Sunwoo didn’t want to cross the line, but there was only so much self control he had. Especially when you never, not once, rejected anything that he did.

You’d just finished your first year at university, enjoying the start of your summer break, when things shifted again. Trying to get used to Sunwoo drawing patterns on your hip or nuzzling up to you could never have prepared you.

The weather was terrible, a summer storm looming outside with the sound of rain crashing against the window as a random horror movie played that you lost interest in within the first twenty minutes, and you could tell Sunwoo didn’t care for it much either. Horror movies were Changmin’s thing, and maybe you should’ve been nice and invited your best friend along for the evening.

You were leaning against Sunwoo, his arm around you and fingers resting on your hip with a blanket draped over your bare legs and a part of your waist.

Juyeon was on the opposite side, a bowl of near empty popcorn on his lap with a blanket around his own figure.

Sunwoo shifted, the blanket slipping off your body though he caught it and covered you again, and you would’ve likely barely reacted if it weren’t for his fingers moving over your bare thigh. Your breath caught in your throat, and you tried to hide it with a cough though Sunwoo knew better.

Though just because he knew better, didn’t mean he was about to risk it entirely.

He’s slow, as if trying to calculate all the risks in the scenario he’s in, including both your potential rejection and Juyeon seeing what he’s up to, so it’s incredibly delicate as his fingers move under the thin blanket and to the hem of your oversized shirt, pushing it up above your hips.

Your eyes widen, looking down though the skin he’s exposed lies very much hidden over the thin fabric that’s keeping you warm. You feel like you’re burning and can’t breathe, trying to regulate it without raising any suspicion.

Sunwoo doesn’t feel your rejection, though he takes the time to whisper as quietly as he possibly can, “say stop and I will.”

You look over to Juyeon, but he hasn’t heard. It’s both a relief and a thrill, and you only nod to Sunwoo, tilting your head slightly upwards and to the side, eyes rested on his plump lips that had just hovered by your ear.

His fingers twist around the thin lace laying over your hip bone before he runs his hand down your thigh. He’s meticulous and painfully slow, but the result is that if you didn’t know any better, even you wouldn’t suspect much of anything. And the thrill of it all leaves you embarrassingly wet.

You’re impatient too, and maybe it’s a mistake, but you push his hand just enough to rest in between your thighs. Sunwoo isn’t stupid either, he knows exactly what you want and exactly what you’re craving, and he’s more than willing to give it to you now that you’ve cleared up any potential misunderstanding of your motives.

That’s the problem. Sunwoo has always been more than willing to do anything you ask, even when he shouldn’t. Whilst Juyeon had never explicitly stated that you were off limits, he knew that you were. He could have anyone he wanted. Anyone but you.

And you’re exactly what he wanted.

He’s teasing you, mostly because he doesn’t have a choice if he wants to remain discreet, but also because he likes it. He likes seeing you react, how you bite your lip and try to push your legs apart just enough for him to have his fingers between without the movement being too obvious. Sunwoo pushes into you as a response, and you can feel his cock against your ass.

This was bad. You were both stuck here, and you were feeling incredibly hot and desperately trying to be quiet.

“Are you okay?” he says it loudly, and you can’t believe the nerve he has to ask you right in front of Juyeon. Your brother looks over at you, concern on his face as Sunwoo’s fingers stop right back on your hip.

“What’s wrong?” there’s genuine concern there, and now you wonder what you look like.

“She feels warm. Fever?”

You want to hit him, but the only way you retaliate is to shift around with the way you’re lying, purposely pushing against him. You hear the angry hiss leave his throat, but it’s so quiet, similar to a low growl, so you don’t think Juyeon hears it, or if he does, he assumes it’s because your shuffling around must’ve kicked his friend.

“Do you wanna sleep? We can watch this another time,” you nod at your brother, for as much as you very much enjoy the lines you’re crossing, the gamble doesn’t seem worth it with him right here. That, and in some way, you respect your brother just a little too much.

“I’m gonna have a cold shower,” you twist your body up, ensuring the blanket is still on Sunwoo as he lets you go and repositions on his side, “night Juyeon. Sunwoo.”

You hug your brother goodnight, retaliating by hitting Sunwoo’s ass over the blanket, making him yelp and glare your way as you disappear into the bathroom.

Fucking hell, did that just happen?

You can’t believe it. The immediate guilt sinks in for what you’ve done. It’s obvious to you, just how deep your crush and sexual attraction for Sunwoo has gotten, but a part of you wishes you could still suppress it.

The water is ice cold when it hits your skin and you let out a squeal, eventually rinsing yourself off and washing your hair, attempting to snap out of the constant daze and addiction that is Kim Sunwoo. But the more you let him be in your mind, the more he refused to leave, and the worse your thoughts got.

Maybe you just needed to get laid. It had been a while since your ex (who you conveniently enough, don’t think Sunwoo liked), and now you were in a state of such frustration that you were taking it out onto the only man available in the house.

Though desire was a funny thing.

It just wouldn’t go away.

You lay awake for hours, staring up at your ceiling with only one person on your mind. There’s no doubt you’re losing it, unable to sleep for every time you close your eyes, it’s the same thought and wish for a dream over and over again.

You resort to the only form of advice you can run to. Changmin.

“It’s two in the fucking morning, please,” he groans, his voice rough and tired, and it really doesn’t help your sexual overdriven hormones. It’s not like you were attracted to your best friend, but his rough voice combined with everything else sent you into a near meltdown. Maybe you should just ask him to sleep with you.

“I want to fuck Sunwoo,” it’s quiet. You’re not sure if Changmin has to think about what you said first before he reacts, or if he just has no idea how to react, but eventually you hear him shuffle around and speak.

“I ehrm… I’m not sure what you want me to say to that,” he pauses again, clearing his throat, “does Juyeon know?”

“What the hell do you think?”

“Yikes, you really do need to get laid,” you nearly scream before remembering that any loud noise is going to garner unwanted attention from the two men that are either just downstairs or down the hall from you, so you suppress your agony instead, “why Sunwoo, though?”

“Have you not seen him?”

“I mean… not recently,” you sigh, rolling onto your side to look out the window. The rain seems endless, so you can’t exactly expect Changmin to get up and walk here to keep you company.

“You’re staying up with me.”

“I’m tired,” he groans, enough for you to briefly feel bad. Though one of your biggest flaws is your stubbornness and your best friend knows that.

“If I have someone else give you company, will you let me sleep?”

“Who’s crazy enough to come out at-”

There’s an abrupt cut on the other line, and you realise Changmin’s hung up. He either had a death wish or a plan, maybe both, and honestly, neither were comforting to think about.

A knock on the door breaks you out of it, half expecting your brother or maybe both of the boys to walk in, but it’s only Sunwoo. Immediately, you feel the need to wrap your blanket over your bare legs, “come in?”

He finally steps inside, leaving the door slightly ajar as he approaches you. He’s still in the same sweatpants and shirt from earlier, his hair more ruffled and messy from the constant laying down. He looks so inviting, his lips so full and his eyes so entrancing. It’s pure torture.

“Changmin messaged me,” you pale, and now you’ve decided that he really does have a death wish, “want to explain?”

He holds his phone out to you, a message from a number you can recite by heart sent just a minute ago.

Y/N wants to sleep with you. Double meaning implied. Leave me out of it.

“What the fuck Chan-,”

“Is it true? Double meaning implied?” he smirks, and you realise quickly that to him it’s become a bit of a game to see how far he can push and taunt you until you either decide it’s enough or give in. You’re not sure why Sunwoo suddenly got so confident, though you suppose he always has been, the only difference now is that he knows how you’re thinking.

“You don’t have to cover up. It’s quite warm,” his voice is low, but you doubt it’s out of worry for Juyeon hearing him. He’s right as well. It may be raining outside, but it’s incredibly hot in here, and you let him when he asks to remove the fabric over your bare legs, taking a seat at the edge of your bed.

“Are you… still watching that movie?”

“Finished it. And two others. Juyeon went to bed, it’s literally been hours,” you nod, wondering if he really is two doors down from you, fast asleep. Maybe he’s scrolling through his phone or doing god knows what else.

“And you?”

“Well…” he starts, his fingers moving up along your left leg and causing shivers to run along your skin, “see, I have a bit of a problem.”

You may regret asking, but curiosity gets the better of you and you feel like you’re damned to hell. That, and the fact that maybe you really don’t care at all anymore, about any of the risks, “which is what?”

He grins, and it’s a smile that tells you he has something on his mind that thrills him and intoxicates you. Sunwoo comes closer, resting the palm of one hand on your inner thigh to push your legs apart, his lips right by your ear, “I really need to know how sweet you taste.”

Your resolve breaks. Maybe it was broken before, but it’s definitely shattered now. A whimper falls past your lips and now he’s right above you, watching with eyes like you’re his prey.

“Am I allowed, sweetheart?”

It happens fast, the way you grip his shirt and pull him down until your lips meet. His lips are slightly salted, likely from the popcorn, and he’s quickly pushing his tongue between your lips and gripping you harder by your thigh. He’s rough, a little forceful with it, but you like the dominance he holds over you.

“Fuck, you have no idea how hard it’s been to resist you,” he leaves open mouthed kisses down your neck, one of his hands slipping under your shirt to grope your breasts, playing with the sensitive flesh and hardened nipples, twisting slightly as you mewl underneath him.

He’s overwhelming you. Sunwoo always has a way for your senses to go into overdrive, but with what he’s doing now, you can’t think.

“P-please,” you sound pathetic, but he’s nice enough to listen. At least you thought he was.

“Let’s play a game,” oh no. He’s pulling you up, until you sit with your legs over the bed, planted firmly on the floor as your eyes find the still open door.

You’d forgotten it was open. Sunwoo, however, clearly hadn’t, “what game?”

He’s down on his knees before you, his shirt discarded before you can even blink, and it takes a while to adjust to the naked chest and muscular build he’s always hidden from you. You tremble just at the thought, watching him closely as he repositions your legs onto his shoulder, pulling himself closer to you, “see how quiet you can be with that door open, sweetheart.”

You should be scared. The risk of getting caught has exponentially grown with the factor of an open door, but you feel his teeth lightly dig into the flesh by your upper thigh and you seem to forget everything else. It’s like he’s telling you to pay attention to only him, with each sharp sting of his teeth that leaves your skin red.

Something about it you love. The dominance maybe, or maybe the possessive nature in which he litters your skin in angry red marks that you want to have, “look at me.”

It’s demanding, but you barely hear it first until his fingers dig into your thighs, pushing your legs just slightly more apart, and you sit up just a little to meet his eyes. He almost looks dangerous, near possessed in his hunger for you, and suddenly you’ve never felt more attractive in your life.

He makes you feel wanted, and maybe that’s enough to explain why you’ve always been pushed towards him like a magnet. Even if you knew him at a surface level, he’s always been attentive to you in the little things.

You nearly curse the world the minute Sunwoo delicately lays a kiss over your clothed clit, and it’s frustrating how that alone damn near makes you see stars. Such a simple touch of his lips should not feel like the end for you, and yet it does. You grip his hair before you can help yourself, pushing him between your legs as he chuckles, “are you that desperate?”

“Shut up,” his nails dig into you harder, a scowl on his face as he nearly drags you down further, and you nearly yelp when your underwear is pushed to the side and his full lips meet your bare folds.

“F-fuck,” he doesn’t respond to you. Either he’s off in his own world or he’s intentionally ignoring you as punishment for the way you run your mouth, but you’re in heaven, though it feels like the greatest sin that’ll have you sent straight to hell.

You’d never have said you were a very vocal person in the bedroom. Even if someone made you feel good, your moans were usually quiet, more breathy and whispered than they were loud, but Sunwoo made you want to scream, and knowing you couldn’t made it so much worse.

Sunwoo seemed to know what he wanted, because without much warning, he’s letting his index finger graze your folds and it’s near embarrassing just how much of your juices coat his finger when he does, bringing it up to your lips, “are you gonna be good?”

You nod, desperate as you take his finger in your mouth, sucking on it like you would his cock, the taste slightly sweet while he’s back between your legs. You feel like your senses are going into overdrive, moaning as you take one of your hands and grip his hair, pushing his tongue deeper between your folds, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“S-Sunwoo, p-please,” you want to cum, and it feels like you’re so close, but it’s like he wants to remind you just how insufferable he is as he pushes back the second you feel like you may tip over the edge.

The whine that releases in your throat is loud and pathetic, and you both share a wide look of shock and worry because what if Juyeon heard it.

A minute passes, the only noise in the room being both of your heavy breathing, and when Sunwoo decides that Juyeon likely hasn’t woken up, his attention is back on you, “take off your shirt.”

You nearly don’t hear him, too busy staring at his swollen lips that glisten just slightly under the moonlight bleeding into the room, and he looks so beautiful that you feel like you’re falling for him right in that very moment, completely.

“You need to stop staring like that. It’s not good for my heart,” his words make your head spin just as they put you into action, stripping off the very little you have on until you’re entirely naked.

Sunwoo just stares first, and you wonder if maybe you should cover yourself but the minute you reach for the blanket, he’s stopping you, “don’t you dare.”

It’s rough, a demand that you listen to, especially when his fingers grip your chin to look up at him, “you look far beyond what I ever dreamed of.”

“You dreamed about me?”

He grins, leaning down to kiss you as you let yourself go, back hitting the mattress as he hovers over you, “all the time.”

“Tell me,” you wanna hear it. Want to hear what you do to him, when this entire time you just thought that Sunwoo was the one making you crazy.

“How good you must look with my cock inside you. You’d probably take it so well,” you’re nodding, whimpering slightly as he’s bruising your neck, and your hands are playing with the waistband of his sweatpants, asking without a word for him to take them off.

It’s a relief to you that he listens, until you’re both entirely naked though you’re the one left salivating at his hardened cock. A little above average but thick, making you feel like you’re going dumb staring at him, “you wanna open that pretty mouth for me?”

You feel him grip your thigh and push you to the edge of the bed again, your face eye level with his waist, and it’s almost instinctual for you to part your lips, the tip of his cock laid flat on your tongue until you take him deeper.

It becomes clear to you that you underestimated his girth, your jaw quickly sore but you don’t want to accept it either, relaxing your muscles as you swirl your tongue underneath the base of his shaft, moaning around his cock, eyes finding his to see that he’s already staring at you with such darkened lust that you feel like he desires only you, and it makes your head spin.

“Just a little more, good girl,” his praise goes right to your core, making you shake and he notices, fingers tugging at your hair as you take him just a little more, your mouth so full that you have to release him and gasp for air, but Sunwoo doesn’t mind for a second that you need to pull away.

Especially not when his patience is running thin with what he really wants.

You watch him step away from you, making you nearly cry out and complain but he moves to sit up with his back against the headboard, tapping his thigh as if inviting you onto his lap, and you don’t need to be told twice to obey his wishes. He grabs your waist when you’re close enough, and in a way it’s gentle as he guides you, straddling him and making his cock ache against your bare cunt, your juices coating him as he tries to steady his breathing.

“F-fuck, you sure you want this?”

He looks pained, like he would shatter if he had to stop now, but you also see in his eyes that he’s genuine. That he’s giving you one last out if you want to take it. Fortunately for you both, you don’t want to.

“Yes, p-please Sunwoo?”

It’s the desperation in your voice that releases something primal in him, the last bit of reserve leaving him as he lifts your thighs with a harsh grip that makes you see stars, aligning his cock against your entrance. He’s careful and slow, which at first you want to cry about, but you quickly realise that he has to be slow or he may hurt you, your body having to adjust to how tight it’s gripping him.

“G-god, have you never been fucked before?”

“Not like t-this,” your mouth hangs open, eyes shut as he feels his possession of you grow, and it does things to him knowing that it’s only him that’s got you squeezing around his cock like it’s your first time.

“There you go,” the praise makes you whimper again, clenching around him and Sunwoo nearly sees stars when he realises how much you like to be praised and told you’re good for him.

He feels like you’re cursing him straight to hell with the thoughts you’re giving him, something primal in him awakening, leaving him barely able to wait for you to let him move.

“P-please, m-more,” the open door has been forgotten the second Sunwoo lifts you off his cock before slamming into you, making you nearly scream in pleasure though he muffles it with his hand, alarmed though not near enough to have him stop. He doesn’t think he can, not with the way you feel around him, meeting the thrusts of his hips halfway as you bounce on his cock.

“S-Sunwoo, m-more,” he groans, eyes falling between the way he disappears inside you and your lips, and he knows he can never return to seeing you the way he did before, not now that he knows he’s gotten his hands on you.

“I want you to belong to me,” it should maybe be alarming, to hear him lay claim on you like this, but to you it’s the sexiest thing anyone’s said to you, and honestly, you know you already do.

“F-fuck, yes,” your movements quicken, his hand finding the base of your neck, just to grip onto you but not adding any pressure, but the action is enough to urge you on, like you want to do more for him and he hisses at the way your wrapped around him so tight and willing.

“Good, y-you do so good,” Sunwoo feels like he’s burning, gripping both your hips when he feels you lose control at his praise, keeping you in place with a vice hold that might even bruise, and you know you’re going not going to last. Not when you see the way his eyes are glazed over and never leaving you, his hair clinging to his forehead and his muscular chest moving rapidly as he breathes.

“Sunwoo, I-”

“I k-know baby,” his voice is smooth, but his pace is feverish and rough, and his neck presents itself to you just as the scale tips and you’re releasing your orgasm, biting into the skin of his shoulder to hide your pleasured screams of his name, the cries and the pathetic way he makes you whimper and see stars.

The pressure and pain from your teeth and knowing why you bit him just as you grip his cock harder inside your walls has him spilling his cum into you before he can properly warn you, but you don’t seem to mind at all as his lips fall to your shoulder, muffling his own breathing as you both come down from your high.

His hands find your back, nails grazing the skin gently before he’s just holding you in his arms, wincing slightly from the way you’re stimulating his cock even now, but when he tries to pull away from you, you grip onto him tighter.

“P-please,” he nearly wants to cry, head falling back against the headboard as he looks up, trying to collect himself and maybe even think about what he’s just done. But all that runs through his mind is how you’re keeping him in place, gripping him, whimpering and willing and his, and he’s forgetting every possible consequence to his insane actions.

“I’m a dead man,” you laugh, properly for the first time in a while and it makes him smile, and as much as he wants to keep you over him, to fill you up, he’s also a little more than relieved when you fall next to him because he’s not sure he could’ve handled the overstimulation any longer without being the one to beg.

“So is Changmin,” even if your best friend will likely ask you questions, and likely throw it in your face that he did you a favor, you still very much want to kill him. Sunwoo chuckles, brushing his fingers against your shoulder gently, and the way his eyes are watching you so softly now makes your head spin.

“Kim Sunwoo, put your fucking clothes on or I will drag your naked ass out anyway, you’re dead,” both of you tense, simultaneously looking to the ajar door, though you can’t actually see Juyeon, you just very much know he’s there. You guess it could be considered kind of him to not just barge in, but it almost makes you more embarassed because if he’s not walking in, he knows exactly why he shouldn’t and there’s no way out for either of you.

You expect Sunwoo to be more ashamed or worried, but he sends you a cheeky grin and kisses your forehead before stumbling over to his discarded grey sweats.

“Well, guess I have to go princess,” and while you’re left blushing, incredibly embarrassed, his bashfulness makes you smile, even when you know that Sunwoo is very much screwed.

“Y/N, you too. Now.”

And so are you.

waiting to be chased for the open ending but it just wasn’t important to the story to add what happens there so...

anyway thank you to everyone for reading, commenting and liking my work even while i was gone :) there will be more cause like i said... moonbae threesome and juyeon hands whoops

on a rather serious note though, please do not plagiarise my damn work. i spend hours on it and while i was grateful to be tagged and made aware of what was happening to me and other writers, it really makes it hard to even have motivation to write and dedicate that time if someone just takes it. i understand similarities in ideas because that happens (like please, as if i’m the first to do brothers best friend), but to copy paste is just beyond disrespectful and i’m tired of it.

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#the boyz smut #sunwoo smut #kim sunwoo #the boyz sunwoo #sunwoo x reader #smut #the boyz #the boyz sunwoo smut #tbz x reader #tbz #changmin is your best friend #juyeon is your brother #the new comeback is making me feral for these men again #so you will probably see this a lot lately

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BOXER II

PARTY TWO

* part one *

nct dream (hint of the boyz)

details « fem!reader x boxer!jaemin (ft. boss!haechan)

genre « smut with a plot, fluff?, lil angst +

- after getting cheated on, you get invited to an underground boxing match but you stumble into some dangerous territory and that's where things take a turn.

warnings: explicit language, flirty banter, praise kink, corruption kink, knives, rope bunny, cheating, violence, depression and of mentions food.

"I am still so confused about this. If he wanted to kill her he would've done it already and if he wanted to fuck he would've kicked her out by now. What is his deal? other people have trespassed before”

“Who knows let's get going. I have never seen him like this" Renjun loads his gun on the way out and 8 other men circle around the three of you. You’re now fully clothed and after being tied up. After the fight ended he started to untie everything and told Renjun to bring in extra clothes from the showgirls’ closet for you to wear.

"Start heading home, make sure she remains asleep the whole ride" Jisung picks you up and Renjun lifts up your arm. "You left her all bruised and red. Haechan come on dude" Haechan rolls his eyes.

"She needed to learn her lesson" Haechan smirks and pours a glass of scotch. The duo leave to the car.

"She is very pretty compared to all the other girls who work for us, so maybe he is using this as an excuse and keeping her with us" Jisung says and brushes back a strand of your hair.

"You are getting on my nerves" Renjun parks the car and opens the back door.

The guards drive away and Jisung carries your still sleeping body in.

*One hour later*

"One of you has to investigate and interview her” haechan says.

"I'll interview her," Jaemin says, he only cared about training and winning the championship so everyone looked around at each other then at him.

"Jaemin I don't think you are the right fit for this or even trained enough," Renjun says. They start to argue.

Haechan shushes everyone "Just let her sleep, we'll do it in the morning. Take her to the spare room which has no windows or anything and take turns watching her" Haechan walks away into his room.

"What is his deal," Mark says walking in from the kitchen.

"That's what I've been saying," Jisung says.

"I'll watch her I was sleeping until you guys got here" Mark said and took you to the room. He tucked you in and you were sound asleep. Normally you’re a light sleeper but today drained you.

It was around 4am and Jaemin was about to head back into his room since his sleep schedule is bad. He found mark sleeping on the chair outside, Jaemin shook him but he was still snoring.

“Fucking prick can sleep all day” he opens the door and finds you rolled up in a corner sobbing.

He was about to leave so Mark can deal with this but you turn around before he even reacted. “Can I please get some water, I tried telling the dude in the chair but-“

“I’ll get you some, lay back down” Jaemin goes to the kitchen and gets two water bottles from the fridge. He also grabbed a tissue box from the cabinet.

“Thanks” you say while taking them for him.

“Yup” he leaves before you say anything. Normally you will be freaking out about walking in into a kidnap. Also having no idea why they took you all the way to their personal home but you had no choice and nothing to lose.

You are working horrendous hours and studying really hard but felt like it’ll lead you to nowhere to where you want to be. This on the other hand is confusing, do not know if you’re being killed or sold off. After being cheated on you just want to a break from your life but you miss your friends.

“Jacob” you gasped and someone bursted into the room.

It was mark, he turned the lights on. “Can i have my phone please. my friends are probably looking for me” you say.

“Unfortunately you can’t. You’ll have to be monitored and be held without any contact for at least 48hours” Mark said.

“They would be suspicious though they know my schedule and routine. I disappeared after telling them i went to the bathroom during the fight”

“It is just what we do here I’m sorry” mark scarthes the back of his head.

“Who’s we? I haven’t even gotten told why I am here. This whole situation is stupid. Your boss is-“ you stop what you were about to say because Haechan shows up in the door way.

“What about me?” he gets closer to the bed.

“Haechan don’t start give her some space” Mark grabs his wrist.

“Why? she’s not talking to you with respect and that little mouth of her’s is always whining” Haechan gets as close as Mark let’s him.

“I want to know why I am here. I have work in like 4 hours then class at night. I don’t have time to be involved in your mafia rules and regulations I do not care what you guys even do” you take off the covers and storm off the room but got stopped by Jaemin.

“I’m sorry sweetheart you’re going to be here for a while-“ you hiss in pain after his arms touch your arms to turn you around and let’s go right away.

“Haechan just explain everything to her now” Jaemin says. Haechan already changed his gaze to you and to Jaemin.

“I didn’t train you guys for years for you to be all soft and warm” Haechan goes past the three of you. “Go to the living room and you two get the others” he starts to get mad.

Mark and Jaemin go to wake everyone up and you stare up at haechan once you sit down. He looks back at you “stop the act” you knit your eyebrows together.

“I can always start screaming out the window” you say.

“They all have a security codes to open them. Especially the door so nice try” He sits directly in front of you.

Jeno, Chenle, Renjun, and Jisung all come half asleep. “It’s literally our day off why are we up so early” Chenle complains.

Renjun is slowly walking with his file with his eyes adjusting to the light. “Alright now that everyone is here. Before anything, sign this contract and read everything throughly. You will have to be monitored, watched, and live under our bases for 2 months or until we think it is appropriate to release you. After that you will have to sign an NDA and also be monitored. The reason for all of this is because you trespassed, harassed my crew, and other rules were all stated on your ticket. We also need you to call your university, work, and friends to let them know you’re taking a short break. I also did a even more thorough background check and boy was I amazed” He switches his professionalism off after the last sentence.

“I won’t be killed or sold?” you look at all of them. “Oh no you’re all mine” Haechan smirks.

“Keep it professional Haechan we are still in the process of her signing the contract. This isn’t funny” Renjun says handing you a pen. You sign it because it’s not like you have choice.

“I wasn’t joking” Haechan takes the contract from you and gives you another one. It has your name and your information. “Fill out who you were last with and you’ll be able to call them after you explain everything to us”

You sign the contract and hand it to him. “Do I have to say it in front of everyone” you look around to everyone and everyone looks so intimidating. They’re all with messy hair and deep voices. “Unfortunately you have to. It is just like a board meeting which was originally going to be in our headquarters but Haechan decided to do things differently” your whole body starts to heat up and have flashbacks to what happened. You can’t believe that happened, sunwoo never did that either.

“I-“ haechan was cut off “Y/N hasn’t answered and we do not need your comments” Renjun cut him off.

“So I was with my boyfriend but he suddenly left…again. Then his friends decided to take me to the boxing match since I was upset he left and they had his extra ticket. I wasn’t aware where we were even going. Once we got to our seats and watched more of the match I needed to go to the bathroom. I saw lots of doors from my seat so I figured one of them had to be the restroom. I go through the isles of seats and the random crowd which I believe that is the VIP area now. When I was in that area I was being pushed around alot and I got pushed so hard by this drunk man into this couple making out. And the lovely couple was your show girl and my boyfriend…ex boyfriend but whatever. So I was trying to escape the situation as much as possible and find a peaceful place to cry in but I stumbled into god knows what you guys are and I never got cry” you want to cry but you hold it in.

You look down to your hands and wait for Renjun to finish writing. “The interview is over, you are welcome to call one person since it is technically morning but you’re not allowed to tell them where you went or why. Make up a reasonable lie. To make you more comfortable you can go into the room and call but one of us has to be in the room with you” Renjun hands the phone to you.

“Can you come with” You look at Jisung and he nods yes.

“We’ll be right back” Jisung leads you to the room.

You decided to call Chanhee, “put it on speaker phone and mute yourself when I tap you” Jisung says and you nod.

“Y/N why didnt you come home tonight? are you ok?” the phone doesn’t even ring two times and chanhee picks up right away.

“I’m ok and I won’t be home for a little while. I just need a small break from everything” you respond to him.

“Sunwoo came home angry were you with him after hanging out with the guys?” he asks concerned and his name makes the tears fall down.

“No but I need a break from him, school, and everything else. I wish I can take you with but that’ll be selfish.” you wipe your tears and start sobbing.

“If anything happens or you need someone to talk to, you know the drill. take care my love and don’t forget about me” Chanhee says all sad.

“I will never forget you. You’re literally my favorite person. I’ll keep in touch every chance I get.” Your tears start pouring down even more.

“Bye y/n” chanhee sighs.

“byeee love you” you hang up and start sobbing uncontrollably. Jisung hands you tissues. “I’m sorry to put you through this” he says.

“You’re just doing your job, I don’t blame you” you wipe the last of your tears.

You hear a knock on the door “Jisung I need you start getting ready and go to headquarters in half an hour. I need you, Renjun, and Mark to wrap up this case. Chenle will drop you guys off. Jeno and Jaemin will stay with me.” Haechan says coming into the room.

Jisung whispers bye and steps out of the room. Haechan comes in and you stay silent, you feel embarrassed that he found out everything now. “Jaemin must’ve knocked him too much in the head and turn him dumb for him to cheat on you” you look at him confused.

“He has fought in the rink before?”

“No but our trainers use Jaemin to train them well but he got knocked up real bad last time since he stopped showing up to practice and hanging out with Jia. The guys are taking care of him” you now get worried. “They’re just going through a similar process as how we did with you earlier since he was the actual last person that is connected to you and to us. He doesn’t know what we really are” Haechan sits at the desk chair.

“What are you guys I am still very confused” you scan his face and he turns nervous.

“I swear I am not working with anyone I just want to know who i’ll be living with” his facial expression changes.

“I basically control and own all the illegal boxing rinks, casinos, cartels, and trading events in Korea, Europe, and The United States. We have millions of people working for us and we simply make the decision and sometimes get our hands dirty.” Haechan says.

“Wow and at your age you accomplished all that?” you gasp.

“I won’t take all the credit since my ancestors have been doing this since 1700s but I have broken many records and branched out internationally faster than anyone” he stands up and walks to you slowly. “I would also would like to know more about you. I know I didn’t give you chance earlier” he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear and wipe the remaining tears left in your cheeks.

You and Haechan were in complete silence, looking into eachother’s eyes. His expression is more soft and observant than how he was last night. He is even more beautiful with his bareface and unstyled hair.

A dry throat wakes the both of you up, it’s Jaemin in a apron. “I made breakfast for y/n” he comes in with a board.

“Quit it” Haechan mutters to Jaemin under his breath and leaves.

“He’s always like this” he rolls his eyes. “Anyways fyi I kind of looked through your coffee coffin app to see how you like your coffee so sorry in advance”

You smile widely “That’s so sweet thank you” you taste it “ wow it’s way better than the one at coffin’s” you set the cup down.

“If you want to bring your food to the living room and watch tv you could” he says.

“Am I allowed?” you stare out the door.

“I’ll allow it. If Haechan says anything, blame it on me” you follow Jaemin with your food. You set your food down on the coffee table and sit on the floor.

He goes to kitchen to help Jeno finish up. Once they’re all done Jaemin joins you on watching some random episode of the Simpsons silently.

“What is she doing out here” Haechan comes out of his room all dressed up in a suit and gun to his hip. “She’s harmless plus you can’t keep her in there forever” Jaemin says.

“I own her until she is released so you do not get to make those decisions” Haechan grabs Jaemin by his shirt.

“Fine alright. Chill out, I didn’t expect you to react this way” Jaemin gets your food and signals you to go to the room.

You stand up and go up Haechan “If you own me atleast do something. I’m not a throw pillow in the guest bedroom” you walk away and follow Jaemin back into your now new room.

“Thank you for atleast trying” you sit on the bed and take the plate from him.

“I’ll bring in my laptop and we can watch something after he leaves. I would’ve defended you but he was strapped so I didn’t want to deal with that” he smiles and leaves your doorway.

You silently finish your food and stare at the wall. It is now hitting you that you will not be graduating on time, behind on bills, and not see your friends due to all this. Tears start to roll down again. You also no longer have a boyfriend which you loved to death.

He was your everything and one day he just flipped the switch. Sunwoo started calling you crazy and manipulative. He was just pushing you to break things off but you loved him too much to notice what was happening, he clearly didn’t love you enough to be honest and leave you.

You go to close the door but Haechan is standing there. “What did I do wrong this time” you start to sob more. “You look so pretty when you cry” he grabs your face and stares into your eyes. He inches closer to your face, his lips are a breath away from yours. “Tell me why you’re crying” he looks down at your lips and up to your eyes. You are trying to find words but his gaze just has you shock.

“It’s personal” you blink out the rest of your tears to see him more clearly.

“Tell me baby, I can fix anything for you” he stand up straight still holding your face.

“My ex boyfriend and school. But please don’t hurt him, he really wants to become a boxer”

“I won’t hurt him but Jaemin will. He’s a great money maker but it won’t stop me from giving him hell” he lets go of you and you’re left standing there looking stupid.

“Jaemin and Jeno will be here training all day. Do not leave your room, Jeno is in charge since Jaemin decided not to listen” he leaves.

He keeps switching to being an asshole to being warm. Then professional to whatever that was a couple seconds ago. The front door opens and closes and the multiple locks are heard clicking.

A knock at the doorframe was heard and Jaemin comes in as promised “I am not training today” he chuckles and sits on the bed next to you.

“Also is your body ok from yesterday?” he asks holding up your arm.

“I bruise easily so it isn’t too bad but I am a little sore” you look at all the rope marks on your legs and arms “this is so embarrassing” you pull your arm away gently.

“It’s impressive actually. Haechan is very picky from everyone else so it’s hard for someone or something to catch his attention…I can run you a salt bath after a movie, your bathroom has one” Jaemin has a big smile on his face. The most intimidating one turned out to be the sweetest.

“That’ll be lovely. You’re the best” you smile back at him.

After the movie, he opens the bathroom door and shows you how to work the shower and where everything is. “I’ll bring you some of my sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I’ll ask haechan if he can order hair and skin care specifically for you since this is just generic” he says.

“I don’t have money til next week so I’ll work with this” you say looking at the shampoo bottle. “That won’t be a problem sweetheart” Jaemin pour the salt and fills the tub.

“I will pay you guys back” you look down at the water.

“Oh you will” he smirks and you know exactly what he meant. “Check the water” he runs his hands through it and you do as well.

“Ooo it already feels nice. Thank you Jaemin” you side hug him.

“No problem. I’ll leave your clothes by the door. Lock it after I leave” you send a thumbs up.

You lock the door, get undressed and turn the bath lights on and lay on the circular bathtub. The bathroom is probably the same size as the room which shocked you because the one in your house and uni complex is the size of the tub itself.

You are floating in the tub and letting your body relax. After 20 minutes you step out of the tub and drain it. Then run to the shower to actually clean yourself. You grab the huge towel that was in the closet, and grab the clothes that Jaemin left you on the door step.

Jaemin’s sweatpants were comfy and his sweatshirt smelt good. You stepped out of the bathroom brushing your hair with a comb you found in the drawers.

Someone knocks at your door “come in” it’s Jaemin again and you smile at him. “I brought you socks from the convenient store and some fancy lotion that relaxes you” anyone can fall in love with him in seconds. He doesn’t even know you and he is doing all this.

“I cant thank you enough. You really didn’t have to do all this. You’re doing something I would beg my boyfriend to do and didn’t” you start to cry.

“Oh y/n don’t cry over someone who doesn’t deserve you” he opens the socks and lifts up the cover to reveal your feet. He puts them on and pats the cover over you.

“I’m sorry it’s just hitting me right now” you wipe off your tears.

“Let it all out” Jaemin hugs you and picks your body up to lay on him. You cry on his chest and you calm down after a while. The both of you are silent. His heart beat is in your ear and your eyes are slowly falling asleep.

Jaemin pets your head as you’re sleeping on his chest. He starts humming to a song he wrote not too long ago “like we just met”. Jaemin not only boxes but he loves to sing, write, and cook. Obviously this personality isn’t allowed to be seen by the outside world but he wishes to one day he could.

Haechan came home with 20 bags filled with clothes for you but found you and Jaemin sleeping tightly together. “Of course he wins again” the guys look at eachother confused and in shock…

a/n

This is more of a filler, so stay tuned for part three because things are going to escalate. Also! tysm for 200+ likes!! it is way more than i expected. take care everyone :)

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