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alfie and your daughter attempt to cook you breakfast in bed, but theyâre both a hot mess in the kitchen.
content/warnings: fluff, dad!ab, mention of stomach bug (no description), alfie being atrocious at cooking (shock!), suggestive joke right at the end
notes: the people asked and they shall receive⊠more dad!ab is here! love yâall!! <3
THE SUN HAD JUST STARTED TO PEAK THROUGH THE CURTAINS WHEN ALFIE BLINKED AWAKE. For a moment, he just lay there, watching you sleeping peacefully beside him. You breathed softly, getting some much needed rest after a very long week.
You had had a lot on your plate the past week. Alfie had been off on a trip for YoungLA, leaving you home with your two year-old, Willa. Normally, you would be fine handling Willa on your own, but the day that Alfie left Willa had gotten a stomach bug.
Willa was sick for days, and caring for her had left you drained. She was feeling better now, but all of her unspent energy from when she was ill had caught up to her, and now she was barely sleeping through the night. Which is why Alfie heard the low muttering of her talking to herself in her room through the baby monitor.
He slipped out of bed slowly, careful not to wake you as he bent down and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. He padded out of your shared room and toward Willaâs, rubbing his eyes of sleep.
The second Willa saw him, her eyes lit up. She lifted her arms up toward him from where she sat up in her cot. "Daddy!"
"Morning, bug," Alfie whispered, wrapping Willa into an embrace. He picked her up and held her at his hip. She rubbed her eyes as he stepped out into the sunlit hallway and headed downstairs.
"Where Mummy at?" Willa asked, resting her little head against Alfieâs chest as they entered the kitchen. She was always so sleepy, but she still insisted on waking up in the early hours of the morning for some reason.
"Sheâs asleep." Alfie sat Willa on the counter as he began getting things theyâd need from the cupboard. He pulled out a big mixing bowl and put it beside Willa on the counter. "Weâre gonna surprise her with some breakfast. Does that sound good?"
"Yeah!" Willa called, immediately trying to grab the bowl Alfie had just sat down. "Pancake?"
Alfie smiled down at his daughter, tucking a strand of her messy hair behind her ear. He leaned down and pressed a small kiss to her forehead. "Of course pancakes, Willa. Mummy's favorite."
They didn't even last ten minutes.
The kitchen was a complete disaster. They had used approximately 30 different bowls, flour was scattered across every surface imaginable, and somehow batter had ended up in both Alfie's and Willa's hair.
"Right, bug. It's time for us toâ" Alfie turned around to see Willa stealing blueberries with a mischievous look on her face, thinking Alfie couldn't see. He pointed the wooden spoon he'd been using for the batter at her. "Oi! Put those down!"
Willa froze with a handful of blueberries incriminating her. Without even batting an eye, she ate the rest. Then she laughed in Alfie's face like a true daddy's girl who knows her dad won't yell at her for it.
Alfie just sighed, then scooped Willa up and brought her over to the stove. "We've gotta start cooking these, bug. Before your mum wakes up."
She nodded like she had a mission now. "'Kay!"
Alfie touched the pan lightly to see if it was hot enough and hissed as it burned to the touch. "Fuck!"
Willa looked at Alfie with a mischievous glint in her eye. She opened her mouth to repeat Alfie, but he spoke up before she could. "Do not repeat that! Your mother will kill me..."
"Kill?" Willa asked, turning her head to the side out of curiosity. Alfie just dropped his head, accepting defeat that he had taught your daughter some new vocabulary words this morning.
Willa watched with an excited grin as Alfie got the bowl of batter and poured out the first pancake. It was going great. Until he flipped it and it fell apart completely. The next one looked promising, however.
"Now we're cooking, Will!" Alfie ruffles your daughter's hair before turning around to grab a plate for the pancakes. He was not even turned around for five seconds when he smelled something burning.
He turned around quickly, running over to the stove and pulling the pancake out of the pan. It had somehow transformed into a hockey puck in the five seconds he was across the kitchen.
Smoke curled up from the stove and toward the ceiling, and Willa pointed to it and laughed like the menace she was.
Then the smoke alarm started up with a loud: BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.
"No, no!" Alfie yelled as Willa continued laughing. He lunged into action, grabbing a tea towel and waving it frantically at the smoke. He cracked the windows in the kitchen as well, then grabbed the smoke detector and pulled the batteries out. He grabbed Willa from the counter and sat down on the kitchen floor, catching his breath.
"Fuck," Willa giggled, looking up at Alfie. He couldn't even be mad at your daughter for swearing, because she used it in the perfect context.
"Yeah," Alfie said, rubbing his brow. "Fuck."
Upstairs, you jump awake at the sound of chaos downstairs. You basically fall out of bed, leaving your room and heading down to where the noise was coming from.
You take in the state of the kitchen. Alfie and Willa must have used the whole bag of flour, judging by how much of it was throughout the room. The smoke detector that had woken you a few seconds before was on the counter with the batteries taken out.
And on the floor, right in the middle of the kitchen, was Alfie and your daughter Willa. He looked out of breath, clutching a tea towel for some reason. Beside him, Willa just grinned.
"Mummy!" she smiled and jumped up, arms out for a hug. You reach down and scoop her up. âWe make pancakes!"
"Really?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at Alfie. "Where⊠are they?"
Alfie shakes his head, standing up from the ground. "Iâm sorry, love. We wanted to do something nice for you. But weâre just so shit at cooking and we kinda fucked it. Iâm sorry."
Your chest tightened as you looked between your beaming daughter in your arms and your doting boyfriend in front of you. Your eyes watered slightly as you thought about how lucky you are for your little family. Even if they canât cook for shit.
"That is very sweet, Alfie," you said, putting Willa down.
A faint pink rose to Alfieâs cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," you said, wrapping your arms around his waist. You kissed him slowly, tasting the pancake batter on his lips. ïżŒïżŒ
On the floor behind you, Willa dropped a metal bowl with a loud clang. "Fuck!"
You had never pulled back from Alfie quicker. Your eyes were open wide at him, but he avoided eye contact. You turned slowly toward Willa.
"Willa." you picked her up and propped her on your hip. She practically melted into your side. "You canât say that word, baby."
"Daddy says it!" Willa said, pointing to a very guilty looking Alfie.
You narrowed your eyes at Alfie. "Well, daddyâs gonna be in big trouble for saying that."
Alfie just grinned that wicked grin he had when he was saying something inappropriate. "Guess youâre gonna have to punish me then."
You just rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss to Alfieâs cheeks. "Later."
summary: in which alfie has well established he is a taken man since the start.
pairing: ab x reader
notes: basically alfie talking about his girlfriend for 10 minutes! ofc imagine him to be speaking in these clips during shoots on set or during podcasts in the middle of convos! i hope you guys enjoy, it was cute coming up with ideas! pls like and reblog, let me know what your fav part was! share your thoughts! it means the most!! lots of love!! <33
PART OF YOU DIDNâT WANT TO CLICK on the video . . part of you had a dreaded gut feeling that you would cringe hard at whatever this content contained and the length of it put you off further - it was over 10 minutes long - that was more than enough time for your boyfriend to expose all the weird shit you got up to.
â¶ïž AB talking about his relationship for 10 minutes straight | 10:55
on the other hand â you wanted to know every single detail this gimp was saying about you.
ââfuckinâ chica and pablo come barginâ in my room, barking like the fuckinâ feds to mumsy like âtheyâre in here! they bumping bits in here, girl!â
ok.
so maybe you were better leaving it untouched.
chip was too busy trying to breathe through his laughter while calfreezy gasped next to him, âno way, the dogs do you dirty like that! you donât still live at home, do you?â
âno, no, this was just before i got the grotto. probably the last time before i had enough, not gone back since,â he grinned as the others proceeded to laugh. âfinal straw. slammed the deposit down on the table after that.â
âman, i canât imagine the struggle having yâgal over when youâre still living at home,â chip chuckled as freezy took a laughing fit this time. âwe been lucky that way, we moved out real young.â
âuntil you move out, you donât realise how mad it is but,â alfie shrugged, âwhat ya gonna do. i think back to times and get goosebumps iâm like was i possessed or something when i was tryna slip it in nâ the MIL strutting about the landinâ, tryna get the washing done.â he watched the other two laugh wildly at his diabolical confession. âtrue story that.â
âbro,â cal chuckled greatly, fanning himself with his card, âred card! red card.â
ok yeah, this was definitely not what you were expecting 10 seconds in.
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âso what is your situation? do you have a girlfriend? a situationship? single?â
âno, i got a girl,â he confirmed.
âyou have a girl?â
he nodded, âyeah,â scrambling for his phone, he sat comfy on the couch of his first proper podcast appearance. he clicked the lockscreen button and all three pairs of eyes glancing to the mesmerising photo of the bikini-clad girl sat at a table opposite AB. you actually hated the photo, slouched in the plastic chair whilst waiting for your food to come after spending almost 2 hours in the pools at the waterpark, hair drenched from the slides and your boyfriend throwing you under water, you looked like a hot mess in your opinion.
all alfie saw across from him was some tanned, busty model sprinkled in water droplets looking like something straight out of a porno mag.
of course, when you kicked off at the sight of it, he said it was âlovely!â
âthatâs your girl?â
âyeah.â
âdo the people know you got a girl?â
âi think so. i mean i donât hide it. if i bring her up, i bring her up, i donât try to avoid it or whatnot. i think that makes a bigger deal than what it is. sheâs not been in my vids or anything but iâll talk about her. if she is itâs no longer than a minute or such,â he gave a quick swipe through the other wallpapers on his phone that rotated every hour, showcasing your beauty with cute smiles and gorgeous outfits and the odd one with him in it. he put his phone back in his pocket. âyeah.â
âwow. how long you been together?â
âuhh, coming up three years this year.â
âoh no way!â
âyeah.â
âhowâd you guys meet?â
âuh, basically went through school together,â he bounced his leg over the other. âshe hated me for majority and then 6th form,â he shrugged, âgot wham and she wanted a bit,â he winked at the camera.
âactually?!â
ânah, nah, not entirely. i mean she did fuckinâ hate me in the beginning.â
they laughed at him. âno!â
âyeah, like, i was a nobody to her. she didnât give a fuck - to be fair, she hated all guys in school like she was never the type that was interested in boys - you know how when youâre first year and you start fancying people and you meet up at parks n shit, have a cheeky kiss behind the swings, talk for a bit on snap â yeah she never did that. nobody had her, even in year 7 like, she fancied no one. when she said man-hater she meant man-hater.â
âis that what you got up to in year 7?â they snickered.
ânah bro, i was â up until 6th form, i was still like, late bloomer bro like no gal wanted me,â he laughed, âi was too busy playinâ minecraft with the boys.â
âso this the only girl you been with?â
alfie closed his eyes and fought back a nervous smile, âbroo, yâgonna get me strung up by my gyal, man,â he said in his roadman accent, rubbing his eyes.
you smiled at the sight of him looking like he was walking on eggshells.
âwe donât talk âbout that, know what iâm sayinâ.â
calfreezy and chippo laughed, seeing the guy perfectly represented how all guys felt when the mention of other females came up prior to their girl.
ânah, she is my first girlfriend, like, proper, in love, relationship,â he awkwardly explained. âjust . . drips n drabs before that â fuckinâ hell, you man sweatinâ as well?â you laughed out loud when he dabbed his actually slightly sweaty forehead.
calfreezy kicked his feet as he laughed at the sight of alfie visibly dreading this topic despite laughing nervously.
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
ânah, 10 times out of 10 i go by myself. the gym with my missus is a whole thing. âcause she doesnât want to work arms . . and i donât want to work legs . . ân then she just gives up âcause she canât be bothered which annoys me but then i annoy her when i try to push her . . then guys come in and i canât chill âcause i feel like theyâre looking at her and itâs like fuck . . iâm gonna have to establish dominance here by taking a drink from her fruity ass pink water bottle.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âso did she fancy you in school?â
âi mean, she didnât really like anyone outside her own little circle in school. let me explain this vibe of my gal alright? her friends were a group of cunts,â he didnât flinch at their dropped mouths, âi can say that âcause theyâre not friends anymore, but pure, like, horrible girls when she stopped hanging with them. itâs a whole story, but basically the friend group - i mean, it was mostly one girl stirring it, but the rest followed her like the leader. they were unbearable the last few months of school, like, genuinely, i couldnât stand them. but y/n like . . you kind of never bothered with her anyway âcause she was just like . . iâm not saying you didnât stand a chance with her but you didnât. just because . . . she just didnât like any of the lads from school. she just wasnât interested in relationships. everyone thought she went with someone from a different school âcause there no way she was single out of choice like â she â i mean iâm gonna sound biased but she genuinely was the stunner of the group. of the school to be fair. and the nicest, she was most easiest to approach, it was kind of like a pity she was associated with that group. that was her only flaw.â
âthat was her red flag!â
âyeah literally! itâs like . . who are you really if youâre hanging with them? somethingâs up . . . but nah, like she just wasnât fussed on lads. she was years ahead in maturity and it was probably like taking on a child in her eyes to get in a relationship at that age. you know what itâs like.â
âno totally, weâve all been that age. weâre still not fully mature. the immaturity donât leave us. still get called a manchild by my mrs.â
âyeah! the immaturity, lack of seriousness. proper delusional thinking you could get with someone at that age and expect genuine respect, proper loves you, wonât cheat, will last together type thing. i mean who comes to mind when you think of your old schoolmates who were together that are still together?â he rambled.
âvalid. valid.â
âyou could talk to her, chance your arm, but itâd be a waste of time, you got nowhere. and the lads werenât exactly tryna make new mates, yâknow what i mean? and she was always with her little crew anyway, so you just dodged the lot of them. her friends said they hated guys too but then got with every man goin,â he had his little vent on that dreadful old friend group of yours, ânot my gal though,â he winked at the camera.
âso you won her over.â
âbasically, but not in a i-wanted-to-be-her-boyfriend way like i genuinely just wanted her to like me as a person âcause she had this whole image painted entirely wrong of me and it used to bug the shit out of me. i was like iâm making it my mission to get you to like me âcause i swear iâm not some playerâfuckboy type. iâve got two chihuahuas, mate. i come home, i eat my chicken nuggs, i hop on minecraft and i mind my own business. i might look like iâd cheat on you with some fiat 500 batty but i get nervous ordering at greggs. donât let the fade fool you, i-i can hardly look a gal in the eye. trust, i ainât got that roadman ting going on.â
âoh did she think you were a prick?!â
âyeah, like, we were pretty calm in school, we got put through this same class for four years, GCSE to a-level, it was really small, like 10 people and none of my friends were in it, none of hers were so we were like - we still werenât close but like . . if she needed caught up on notes, she was asking me, yâknaaââ he flicked his hand like he was flexing his rizz on the boys.
âshe was asking me for notesââ freezy hit chips arm as he laughed.
âsâlike yeah girl, write your number in there while youâre at it,â he joked, ânah but then she dragged me into a argument i werenât even a part of in front of the whole canteen and made a dick of me so.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âiâm actually really romantic?â alfie defended himself against the older boys in the middle of filming a football shoot.
âwhatâd you do for valentines?â
âi actually got her a A3 card.â
âthat said what? âbest girlfriend ever?ââ chris rolled his eyes.
âuh, it was personalised, iâll have you know.â
âwhat was the photo?â harry asked.
âuhhhh.â
he had to scroll to find a photo of the card but he did. the cover was a photo youâd taken from the shower, your arm raised high above you to capture just from your shoulders, upwards and alfie also standing in the bathroom next to it, using the toilet but thankfully half-covered by the glass pane of it. âiâitâs basically us in the bathroom. she was taking a shower and i was taking a piss. yâyou obviously canât see anything bââ
âjesus christ.â
âand she put that up for her mum and dad to see?!â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âwould you say youâre the jealous type? does your girlfriend get jealous?â
âpffftttt,â alfie spat into the mic, looking wide-eyed across at tays and ginge, âjealous? bros i got a pure psycho on my hands, i canât lie,â he put on that stupid voice again.
âoh seriously?!â ginge sat up, intrigued.
âshe not let other women breathe near you either?â tays said.
âsheâs an unpredictable psycho. she likes to play a little guessing game wâme when i come home sometimes. have to figure out what mans did wrong. she let me breathe around one woman, i breathed around two, sâlike shittt girl, my bad. â the two boys laughed opposite him, getting him to laugh himself. ânah she my little demon. i like it. i like when she goes a bit crazy, feel like she might murder me. turns me on, lowkey,â again, with the weird voice. âi like a fiery ting, is she gonna kill me, is she not.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
ânah i do have fun with my girl on nights out, i know some lads dread being the same place with their gal in the club ân that but iâm guaranteed to have more fun in her company than some of my boys like, some of my boys down 4 bottles and their knocked out like some 60-year-old dad in the corner booth. itâs like mate, allow it. my brother â we were on holiday a few months back with my family, and me and my brother said we would go on the strip like go to the club one night, got all hype about it, and then when it came to it he was like ânah bro, canât be bothered.â i turned to my mrs, said âdâyou want to go out tonight?â she said âyeah, will we get a bag on the way?â i said âgirl is the sky blue?â â nah iâm jokinnnâ she didnât say that, she didnât say that. not that time. but you get what i mean, she meets my level.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âIâM SCARED TO BRING HER AROUND YOU LOT INCASE YOU DONâT LIKE HER!â he confessed stressfully to his youtube squad. âSHEâS REALLY BAD AT FIRST IMPRESSIONS âN THEN IâM GONNA HAVE TO SMACK YOU ALL WHEN YOU SAY SHEâS A SOUR-FACED BITCH!â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âyou know what? i do feel bad, i feel like iâve really exaggerated her to be this raging, controlling, psycho bitch, you lot are all gonna be like free AB but sheâs really not, like, she gives me so much freewillâitâs me who brings out the psycho in her.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âi call it lemon and lime time.â
â . . . wot.â
âcome again?â
âlemon and lime time? becauseâno, listen, rightâ on boxes of tampons you get â thereâs different colours. green and yellow -maybe orange, or i might be making that up- either way. she sent me out to get her some one time ân i was like âwhat flavour dâyou want? lemon or lime?â they must be scented or something, i dunno, and she voice note me back really laughing and said lemon, lime, whatever. found it really funny. whatever. but now itâs like a hack âcause you know when you ask your mrs âyou on your periodâ itâs likeââ
ââaw bro, itâs like starting world war three.â
ââitâs a tricky situation.â
ââitâs a set up.â
âit is!â alfie sat up straighter, passionate about the topic, âbut now i just say âis it lemon and lime timeâ and sheâll answer without blowing my head off,â he smiled proudly, âlife hack or what?â
âitâs pretty clever, actually. is that why theyâre different colours then? flavoured or scented?â
âi think so,â he nodded.
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
ââsheâs the one who came up with gimpy perm boy. i picked her up from a night out and we were sortâve arguing beforehand, nothing serious but when i picked her up she was still in a mood, and she got in the car, rambling on to herself ân was all âyeah talk to me when you get a decent haircut, yâgimp. gimpy gimpy perm boy.â it was the funniest thing ever, we both laughed when she said it âcause it was just so shit and the way she was talking to herself as if i wasnât sat right next to her. . . and then i nicked it for my own video. SO the people who say they donât like my gal and donât think sheâs funny - itâs her joke you all constantly comment on my vids, so suck on that,â he held up his two fingers to the camera.
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âno but i have punched someone before.â
âhave you?!â
âiâm not â iâm not a fighter like i donât want to fight anyone, ever. and my girl always says to me like especially on nights out âjust because you can, doesnât mean you shouldâ - and im not that guy anyway, y/n would be fuming if i got into a fight like thatâs the last thing she wants to see and i would never do anything she didnât want me to. . i genuinely just want a nice night. maybe a kebab, go home, cuddle, thatâs me. but like . . yeah. apparently iâve got a bit of a temper when it comes to her. my mum says it all the time, like, âyou go blind where that girlâs involvedâ and i used to be like whatâs she on about? blind where? iâm chill, iâm calm, iâm zen,â he shrugged cluelessly, âbut then . . yeah. one night i got it.â
he shuffled comfortably on his seat. âit was late at night and we were all waiting on a taxi. canât really remember what we were out for but just left the club, waiting to go home, getting hangry for a mcdonaldâs and me and my mates were standing in the street. y/n came and met up with us so we could go home together,â he explained. âi remember i was all agitated anyway with just drunk people doing my head in, shouting and smashing things, guys looking at my girl - nothing major, sâjust worse when theyâre drunk, like, theyâre not discreet about it, ân i get it: sheâs a rocket. then this guy spawns in from nowhere - proper npc behaviour. already being loud, off his face, lingering round us. my mates were laughing at him, but i wasnât. i clocked him straight awayâweird vibe, ân he starts coming in on my girl, looks her over once and says the most - i be fuming thinking about itâ he almost laughed psychotically, âsays the most diabolical, gruesome shit ever like stupid little comment. i literally â i swear down â i-itâit was like one minute i was just standing there watching him . . . and then, i blinked, and i was still just standing there, except, he was on the floor and i genuinely likeââ he stares into the void for a second, still baffled.
âNO!â
âHAHA! CLASS!â
âno, no, honestly lads, itâs â i donât even remember moving â i - it could have been anyone who hit him âcause i genuinely didnât move a muscle from my spot. it didnât register. i didnât even get thisâthis rush or urge to bang him, it just happened. it was y/n who like, was gripping my arm, panicked, going, âalfie?! what the fuck?! whyâd you do that?!â and iâm like, just as confused like why she blaming me? iâm looking at my own hand like . . wait what? what she on about? did i . . ? didnât feel a thing. no rush, no blood boiling, nothing. it was. like my arm just acted out without telling me. i was stood there trying to remember if i actually hit him or if he just like, tripped on a crack in the pavement and karma did its ting.â
the boys were in cackles but you were laughing into yourself more so at alfieâs genuine confusion and despair as he reflected back to that night. ânooo wayyyy, bro.â
âmy mates were there, they were like we couldnât even stop you if we wanted to âcause it was like a twitch. likeâbam. we couldnât even clock it. and the guyâs friends came out after and were standing about and they didnât even try anything, they were like . . yeah bro, he did have that coming but like . . . is he alive though?â â y/nâs the one making sure the manâs breathing while iâm just hovering like an absolute muppet. and then iâm apologising to her like sheâs the one i wronged which i guess i did . . .â he sighed stressfully. âswear, i felt the hangover kicking in and i just did my last shot like 10 minutes prior! stood there just thinking howâs this even happened? i was literally craving maccies two minutes ago, now iâve apparently assaulted a man and my girlfriendâs out here playing paramedic to someone who just tried to undress her with his eyes!â he exhales like heâs just relived the whole thing. âbut then . . yeah itâs chill. itâs all good. had to grovel a bit in the taxi to make sure she was still coming back to mine but,â he shrugged, âit was calm.â
âyeah, like she couldnât be annoyed at you.â
âyeah, she wasnât annoyed at me, she was just annoyed the way it puts her in a kind of awkward situation, like cleaning the mess up. but it was fine. i was like âfine, just tell me next time and iâll stand behind you while you swingâ,â he chuckled.
âclass bro,â they applauded him and you rolled your eyes at the screen.
âbut yeah, inâin conclusion, i have - wouldnât say fought but . . iâve hit a few people before. but itâs always in defence or something like that.â
âiâm so glad iâve never had to defend my girl like that, then weâre both getting disrespected.â chip said.
âmy ego couldnât take it.â
âthis is why youâve gotta get wham, so you can defend your bird,â alfie winked at the camera. âhad to back my boys up when it kicked off at a maccies though, one time after school. true story.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âiâve learned in my time that âiâm fineâ really translates to âfigure it out you stupid dickhead.ââ
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
ââsame as when youâre feelinâ yourself, yâknow? maybe get a fresh trim, hit the gym real quick, clean fit â and then your girl walks in, probably in her fucking pyjamas, little tank and shorts on and itâs like . . how you gonna out-do me like that like i was feelinâ pretty leng then and you just show up and bring my rating down to a solid 4. donât even get me started when they are all glammed up.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âyo girl, can i get your number? take you for a little spin ân that,â you recognised this clip as alfie vlogged from his brand new car (at the time) while passing each other on the road to both your houses. it was so weird and a little sad how you both had the same car and now his was gone and replaced with his new defender. you used to joke your audis were boyfriend and girlfriend too, his grey, yours white.
now he was just driving a military tank on the road that god forbid you left a lip liner in.
âi got a man. or actually i dunno where heâs gone. some guy in a tractor tank just pulled up thinking heâs peng,â you shielded your eyes from the sun as you looked up at him through your rolled down window.
he grinned, continuing his roadman persona. âsay less. manâs here now, innit. jump in, iâll take you nandoâs, get you lemon and herb, maybe medium if you behave.â
âmedium? you think i look like a medium kinda girl?â
âmy bad, youâre right. youâre giving extra hot, still, might need to calm you down with a drink after.â
you leaned your head on your hand out the window, âwhat are you after?â
he adjusted his cap and slyly smirked, âjust a man in his defender, tryna wife up a fine ting in an aldi A1.â
âaldi A1? as in . . the same thing you used to drive about like it was a range just last week?â you grinned.
he nodded, âallow it, girl, itâs a lifestyle. i canât be seen in a basic whip anymore.â
âoh basic is it now?â you couldnât hold back your smile at the audacity, âcareful, mocking your roots. carâs gone to his head already.â
he laughed and shrugged, âyeah, well. we grow. we evolve.â
âinto what? self-absorbed arseholes?â
âaight, be off then in your aldi A1, i got some rockets i need to chat up in their corsas,â he pulled his handbreak down.
âright, well, have fun in your debender,â you widened your eyes, hitting the indicator and speeding off around him before he could even finish turning his wheel all the way. you got to see how he laughed into himself over the interaction, as you remembered seeing him laugh through your rear view mirrors.
and that was when the debender joke was born.
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âsome girl from uni commented happy birthday legend with the little hand heart emoji and she screenshotted it, sent it to me, and just said, âlegend, yeah?ââ
ââOOOF.â
ââthatâs rough.â
âthat was it. i had to just let it simmer for the rest of the day. didnât talk to me all day and when i pointed it out sheâs all nonchalant like no obviously not i just been busy and iâm just like rightttt ok,â he rolled his eyes at the memory, but a smirk tugging on his lips.
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âi used to be so scared of getting a girl and meeting her parents over dinner type thing âcause iâm such a picky eater, like my diet is a joke, but then she told me that sheâs not the most adventurous eater either and basically orders chicken everywhere she goes, soâs like a match made in heaven. and she hates red sauce. soulmates.â
âyouâre kidding.â
âswear. although she does love bbq which is just as bad, i canât have that. need her to bleach her mouth before she even thinks about coming near me. moving like that.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
ânah, even with my girlfriend, before she was my girlfriend, we didnât go to our school formal together but we basically did but when i asked, it was so awkward, i was like âyou going to formal?â âyeahâ âyou going with anyone?â ânoâ âoh nice, nice, yeah me neitherâ . . . that was it.â
âfuck sake bro.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
ânah she makes me laugh though. we were out the other day and this girl smiled at me when i held open the door for her â just a normal smile, like, polite human â and she was like, âdo?? do you wanna go back and hold it open a bit longer??? orrrr??â like the dramatics do make me laugh sometimes.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âso iâve just ran into the shop, going to make a quick stop and see trouble . . . see peng ting . . see sneaky link,â he buckled his seat belt and turned on his car, the passenger seat occupied with his recent purchases. âsheâs had a pretty shitty few days, really stressed out with work and uni ân shit, and iâma good boyfriend, so iâve bought her someâsome bits, what we got here? chocolate . . crisps . . her favourite drink . . an ice coffee and flowers, just to hopefully pick her up a bit. itâs not much but itâs the thought that counts guys, alright? sheâll be grateful. my shayla . . my shayla!â he swung out onto the road.
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
ânah, boys, my girl just text me, i havenât replied to her in an hour, she said what position you got her in?â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âchatâs blowing up. whenâs your birthday? august. what are you doing for valentines? my bird. what do you get a girl for valentines? honestly, theyâre happy with the little things my guy. get the flowers. get the chocolates. book the hotel room,â he clicked and pushed buttons on his controller from his set-up in the spare room. âmy girlâs thing has always been jewellery, she loves all things jewellery - it doesnât even need to be expensive, as long as you know what she likes,â he continued, transfixed on the screen. âeven in my warehouse job, i always made sure to save a little extra for those important dates for a bit of jewellery âcause thatâs when you do splurge a little. i got her a bracelet and she never takes it off. actually, i got her two bracelets she never takes off. one little diamond piece and one you can buy different charms? thatâs a shout. then you can just buy charms for different occasions. little memories. like . . i got her big ben for when we went to london for the first time even before youtube . . or a suitcase when we went on our first holiday. sheâs got the letters AB for me. sheâs got a dog for her dog. what else did i get her? the charm braceletâs the best shout i reckon. theyâll love that shit.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âyeah nah, sheâs mad jealous. a girl in the shop could look at me for too long and i can feel her soul leave her body. but i rate it, itâs like . . kind of a primal thing, innit? sexy. i mean iâd rather that than someone who doesnât care, like iâd be annoyed if she was like âyeah, have him.ââ
âyou like that little bit of friction.â
âyeah, sâlike behave. but if you donât, thatâs fine too.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âwe left the pub one night and she wouldnât speak to me, like proper angry, seething vibes â arms folded, walking ahead. i didnât know if she was gonna cry or kill me. we were passing the chippy ân i was starving, i had to order something, she was even more annoyed âcause she had to wait on me - âcause it was so late and she couldnât walk home on her own. i actually felt bad even though she wanted to kill me. we were both waiting ân i was like â. . . do you want chips or do you want a fight?â like stuffing my face, it was probably so jarring.â
âitâs so unintentionally funny like i know if we were thereâd weâd be making the situation worse âcause weâd be laughing!â
âliterally! i got the fight for anyone wondering by the way,â he deadpanned.
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âdo you get weird when girls hit on you?â
âi feel like iâm awkward around people in general, but it depends on the girls âcause some can genuinely just be nice and others are straight up like â âso are you single or notâ and i have to be like ânahhh, iâm pretty locked in.â just flip them the lock screen.â
âthe lock screens always a shout. you donât even need to say anything, just hit the button.â
âyeah, exactly. i had some girl say i had nice eyes and i was like âcheers,â and even at that i feel disgusting. iâm like i hope she werenât thinking â like was else do i say to that? thanks, i have a girlfriend, then i just sound like a massive knob when they might just be genuinely paying me a compliment for the sake of it? i freak out over stuff like that, sâjust like . . donât compliment me . . please. respectfully.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âyour mrs ever laugh really loud at another blokeâs joke and then youâve to spend the next hour being funnier to re-establish the dominance?â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âoh my god, but dâyou get when itâs not even your fault?! i was coming out of the petrol station one time, weâd just left the gym and this girl calls out âoi sexy!â i just put my head down, got in the car â girlâs sat there, jaw hanging open as if i was the one who called her sexy! she just goes âtake me homeâ iâm like FUCK SAKES! DIDNâT EVEN DO ANYTHING!â
âbut she expects you to go punch her in the throat.â
âliterally! sheâs like âyou were suppose to ride me in front of herâ iâm like,â he pulled his most bizarre face.
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âyeah, bro, when you text them first before you text the boys chat, itâs over.â
âoh itâs so over,â the boys at pitchside agreed.
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âthe way you talk about your girl â people think sheâs got you on a leash,â bach said from his host seat. âwhich is fine, i know from experience,â he quickly held a hand up with comedic laugh.
alfie laughed, âyeah, nah, i do make her sound like a bit of a psycho. sheâs not though. sheâs just got a low tolerance for nonsense â especially if it involves other girls. which, fair enough. iâd be the same. i donât exactly help the image either, the way i wind her up. but honestly? i rate it. i like knowing someoneâs that bothered about me.â
âyouâve been with her since, what, you said 18?â arthur tv guessed.
âyeah, ân people always say like iâve been locked in too young and i should be out getting with all different girls, enjoying single life with no responsibilities and all that, but like . . i donât feel like Iâm missing out on anything. i am enjoying life and my relationshipâs easy like iâm not miserable. if i was miserable, i wouldnât be in it, you know? itâs jarring sometimes.â
âi like that youâre deeping it.â
âno itâs true through, people act like when youâre with someone young youâre making a sacrifice, like youâve given something up but itâs the opposite. like, sheâs literally my best mate. i know people hate hearing that but your girl should be your mate as well. weâve got our own vibe, our own jokes, we rinse each other all the time, weâre never serious â i get to live life with one of my favourite people - itâs like when youâre with your boys and youâre like, âah, imagine living together, that would be sick,â â thatâs how i feel with her like i want that, i would enjoy that. i donât dread the thought of that.â
âso youâre not trying to be out here playing the field?â arthur smiled.
âjesus, no. trust me, no part of me wants that. iâve got the girl, the banter, the comfort â everything. i donât need saving, none of that free AB shit. iâm not stuck. iâmâiâm sorted.â
âhe said sorted. oo, heâs in love, guys.â bach teased.
âexactly. iâm not whipped - maybe a bit - but iâm happy. big difference.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âass or tits? boyssss, come on, itâs all in the personality,â he said from his computer chair, leaning back as he let out a sigh at their ridiculous questions. â. . . but have you seen the rack on my girl?â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âso last time i vlogged, i just put a wash on and text my mum if she was in so i can go get the dogs and bring them on a walk so at least iâm doing something in this vlog,â he spoke from his bed, not knowing what else he could do to spice up the grotto vlog. âi should probably pay a visit to my mrs, i feel like iâve abandoned her the last couple days just âcause i been so busy. sheâs been busy too but still, i should probably call in and see her,â he paused.
âi know, she knows that iâm not fond of askinâ,â he sang next on his way to yours.
âhey,â the next clip was when the camera lens pulled out directly from your forhead as your boyfriend stood directly above you, âsay something for the viewers at home, girl,â he put the roadman voice on.
you looked at the lens and then smacked your hand over it, doing (what you remembered) the most diabolical filthiest gesture that alfie flipped his camera to show his jaw almost on the floor with a heavy laugh in his chest. âDO THAT AGAIN. RIGHT NOW! GO! SHOW THE CAMERA!ââ
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âyeah like AB. AB and his girl.â
âiâve actually met his girl and sheâs very dead on. sheâs not what he makes her out to be on cam,â joe weller told his co-hosts. âquite witty. i remember when we went to LA, we were going out one night and one of the clubs was a stripclub and he was on facetime, telling her what he was up to, and i, for some reason, brought up the stripclub and i was like âoh shit!â like felt so bad - i didnât want him thinking i was throwing him under the bus or trying to start something! - but she was just laughing ân was like âoh yeah no worries at all babe! what better things would you be doing! you go watch star and sapphire shake their arse while i do your dirty washing and clean out your wardrobe, itâs no problem! have fun! iâll be right here when you get back!â but like genuinely joking, it was so funny. i thought she wouldâve freaked âcause you know, he makes her out to sound a bit mental but he turned to me and was like ânah, like, she mightnât like it but she trusts me, thatâs the big difference. and she knows me, she knows iâm probably gonna be mad awkward the whole timeâ and to be fair . . . he was. boyâs head was in his phone or stuck to the bar, he didnât know what to do. he really loves her, he told me a lot of their lore.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âyeah, mine neither. sheâs surprisingly not that bothered by people before her - not that i had proper relationships before - but girls iâve talked to like - she doesnât care, but neither one of us want to talk about it anyway. i donât fucking want to bring them up. she brings them up for a laugh when we have an argument âcause she knows i be mortified,â he laughed as the boys began to laugh at his confession, his face reddening. âso embarrassing.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âaw, no yeah â monaco vlog? dog house.â
âHOW?!â
âyou tell me.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
chip was laughing, nursing a beer in one hand, the mic in the other, âbro, i donât know how you do it. your girlâs intense, sheâs like . . on you, all the time. proper psycho attachments. she puts me on edge.â
alfie stopped mid-laugh, still smiling, but his eyes locking in on the older boy. âalright, relax,â he shot him a look, âsheâs not a psycho. she just gives a shit âbout what iâm up to and doesnât know you lot well enough to know if youâll look after me properly,â he said. âjust âcause sabina doesnât give a shit about what you get up to.â
freezy was laughing, cracking up at himself, âsabina sends him off to thailand hoping he doesnât come back!â
âi rate my little psychopath, you lot donât know how psycho i can be too,â he smirked to himself, bouncing his feet kicked up on the coffee table.
âshe just acts likes she forgets who was here first, yâknow . . . â chip continued, letting out a deep sigh as if exhausted by your games.
âbro, you met me a year ago,â alfie, whether purposefully or accidentally, killed the joke he was trying to run. to your delight.
ânah bro, come on, unc was there when you were born. i know my neph like that.â
alfie just screwed his face at the camera like he didnât know what the fuck he was on about.
you smirked, mentally pumping your fist.
chip 0 - 1 you
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âi remember in school - oh my god, this is actually so embarrassing, i actually have never told her this,â he covered his mouth as he cringed at himself, âi remember overhearing her talking to her friends about guys who wear chains and talking about haircuts and how they dress, and back then i was obviously so chopped, snapchat mems haunt me, had shortest fucking back and sides ever, flat top, rocking the silver chain â after hearing that, i grew my hair out, let the length growââ already the boys were laughing and so was alfie, realising how pathetic he was when he wasnât even sure if he liked you as a person, yet took your word for gospel.
he remembered taking in your words - not that there was nastiness behind them - it was just a genuine opinion, no talking bad about people (maybe jays trim inspired the conversation starter) but you werenât being bitchy about it (unlike few of your friends). you simply voiced how guys needed to understand girls liked length on hair, how they didnât find chains cool and needed to stop with the roadman tracksuits.
âgot a clean fade, stopped using shampoo and the texture of my hair went how it is now,â he ran his fingers through it subconsciously, âgot rid of the chain - huzz were flocking me after that.â
âNAHHHHHHHââ
it was weird, because he remembered the following year, it was like you were ahead of the trend and guys did start to change their look how you said you wished they would.
for that, he joked about your witchy ways, taking your opinion on manifestation seriously. to you, you simply told him this is why he needed to believe you were never wrong.
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âyou lot overrate me, big time. if i broke up with my girl, sheâd be the one playing the field. you think i can pull anyone i want? itâd be me to break up with her, ready to sleep around and get none, meanwhile sheâd be doing numbers. sheâd be racking up the numbers EASY. sheâd have guys lined up left, right and centre. sheâs had blue ticks in her DMs. itâd be light work for her.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âdo you try to keep your relationship off cam?â
âi donât want her on cam all the time, i do want to keep things private but itâs her decision like, her tiktokâs public, her other socials arenât. she doesnât like to be on cam most of the time. if she happens to be in the car when iâm vlogging, i donât mind if she wants to be in or out of it, or if she wants to say her piece with just her voice or if she does want to show her full self, itâs up to her. but i do try to keep it on the down low, i like keeping her to myself.â
âi like that, man.â
âlike the other day, i was dropping her into town for drinks, she was all done up, hair, makeup, sexy little dress ting on. i was vlogging and was like â. . dâyou want in it or no?â ân she was like âfuck yeah, iâm gorgeous todayâ so,â he shrugged, smirking, âviewers got blessed that day.â
âsome of the girls want her in a vid.â
âbro, she can do what she wants. i donât think sheâd mind doing a feature every now and then but she likes the privacy too. although she has said to me stop talking shit or sheâs coming on the pod to out me.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
ânah, me and my girl, we got a nightly routine at this point. nearly every night we do rock, paper, scissors for who has to make a nutella toastie.â
âa nutella toastie?!â
âa nutella toastie. oh my god, greatest invention ever. i mean itâs just toast so like . . nothing special but oh my god. weâll be lying in bed and one of us will go âaw . . dâyou know what would be so nice right now? nutella toastie.â âawww, go make us someâ âno you goâ âno you. you make them betterâ âno youâ âno youâ ârock paper scissorsâ but then we usually just end up joining each other in the kitchen. itâs like midnight. both just standing in pjs, cooking up a storm.â
âbro thatâs actually really cute.â
âi need to try that.â
âyou should,â alf agreed, âshe put me on them. sâgreatâ
he didnât mention how sentimental he got on the nights you didnât stay over and heâd be laying in bed and the thought of a nutella toastie would pop in his mind, and thatâs when you usually got a text message in the middle of the night:
missing my lil nutella toastie rn
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âsheâs actually not that bad. like iâve ran into fans before and she offers to take the photo and is like âoh my god alfie, put your arm around her!â like sheâs not fucking lethal like.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âwould you ever get any tattoos?â
âno. i mean . . iâve talked about getting a deer as a red dead redemption reference but i donât think iâd actually ever do it. i just got this on a drunk night out in mallorca.â he held up his wrist to the camera. âwas crashing out, spiralling badly ân went and got it.â
his boys laughed at him, âwhat is it?â
âyou can barely see it, itâs quite faded. itâs just a tiny letter and little heart beside it. my girlâs initial.â
âeeeeshhh, nah bro.â
âno way.â
âfuck offâ
âi know, i know,â he faked embarrassment and dread as he put his hand to his head. ânah i actually donât care though, like this was the argument she had with me on facetime at the time, âcause i was on facetime to her telling her i was gonna get one, she was like âno alfie, donât be so stupidâ was going on about obviously if we broke up and i met someone else and i was fuminggg, i was like i donât care! if i marry another bird, theyâll have to deal with it âcause iâll love you more than her! iâll look at her walking down the isle and kiss it â really crashing out, really ready to prove a point, ân yeah, woke up with this bad boy,â he slapped the side of his wrist. âcould be worse, could have got like, a fuckinâ . . dolphin on my tits or something, thereâs definitely worse tattoos. i know a mate of a mate got his mumâs phone number tatted on him.â
âFUCK OFF.â
âswear down.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âaw mate my girl buys thee tiniest handbags so when we go out my pockets are basically jammed to the brim with all her shit. fucks me off so bad, the look i give her when she asks me for her lip liner shit every 10 minutes - i actually did fuck it into a lake one time âcause it was literally every 10 minutes she was asking for it. she was like âyouâre lucky that was 20p from primark because if it was one of my expensive ones, youâd well be in that ocean with your snorkel and goggles onâ and i-i fully well would have been.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âbro. first time i saw you two together â swear down - i need to say thisââ danny sat up properly in his chair as he got giddy. âit actually stuck with me. it was in that club, lights going crazy, flickering like mad â you know that big london one, sidemen always throw their parties in? i think thatâs what it was actually, that time.â
âyeah, i know the one.â
âthe one everythingâs dark except them long flashes hitting every few seconds. you were in the all black fit, just sat back, man spreading the whole couch, on your own, corona in hand, rolex catching the light, you looked cleannn bro. y/n was just in front of you on the smaller stools, but like, half turned away talking to someone beside her. her arm was resting on your leg, she was still close. and the way you were just watching her was like . . bro was scary! was intense! like the vibes, man, the aura. it was sick. like, proper cinematic,â he shared excitedly.
âyou didnât have to do anything â like anyone who saw knew like theyâre together. dâyou know what i mean? like, i swear, it gave me goosebumps. you were so cool. it stuck with me. i was like i wish people saw me and ten like that. we just look like two dweebs. people see us and think, âoh bless them, theyâre trying.â
tennese laughed in the background, agreeing with him wholeheartedly.
ânah, i was like ten we have to do something about this. went home and ordered youngLA after that,â danny continued, rubbing his eye.
âDID YOU!â alfie laughed.
âyeah, man. and tennese ordered the dress y/n had on. weâre so lame. you guys are so sick, youâve no idea.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âwe were at the pub and some girl asked to borrow my lighter and i gave it to her ânot even a convoâ and my girl just raised her brows. like iâif you saw me i was like a deer in headlights, i was like fuck, was that a test and i failed?â
âwhatâs the chat saying? . . . are you a lover boy?â he sat back in his gaming chair, clicking the mouse with his headset on. âiâll be honest boys . . you lot will rinse me for this, but i was out the other night in the club, out in london, and i got a whiff of her perfume on another bird, and iâi literally had to go home. i just left and got the train home to her. three hours. was supposed to stay at chipâs place. just came home. stayed over at her place,â he shrugged. âwhat about it?â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âi love seeing the free AB shit, it makes me laugh. âbro, blink twice if youâre in dangerââ chip laughed at the comment, ââsheâs probably tracking your location right nowâ!â
âsheâs got him chipped, my manâs not been seen out past 10pm in three years,â cal chuckled.
alfie smirked, ignoring the two laughing next to him as well. âthey need to chiillll. i know itâs my fault, iâve made her out to sound like my own airtag but sheâs really not. no oneâs got me on a leash. iâm here âcause i wanna be.â
âdo you ever think like . . maybe you did lock in too early? you havenât really had that single lad freedom.â
even through video, you could see the point when alfie got his back up a little. âsee, thatâs what people always say, like iâm missing out and i have no freedom but i donât feel like that at all. iâve never once looked at the so-called âsingle lifeâ and thought, yeah, i want that. nah. you lot go on your little nights out trying to impress girls you donât even like. i go home to someone who gets me, who rinses me for my dodgy haircut, knows when iâm in a mood without me saying a word, and still fancies the shit out of me when i cringe myself out.â
âdamn, youâre getting deep bro.â
âits not deep, itâs just the truth. people act like iâm trapped in a relationship against my own will but itâs not that. sheâs my best mate and yeah â sheâs intense sometimes. so am i. it works.â
âi canât imagine you being intense. like doesnât she get crazy jealous when girls chat to you? ân when they look at you too long?â
âyeah, she does. and? thatâs not a flaw, to me thatâs someone who cares. iâd rather have someone who feels that protective and loving towards me than someone who gives up and lets me do whatever. itâs not a control thing. she loves hard and so do i. weâre solid bro.â
âso youâre saying you donât need rescuing?â
âbro, iâm not in a burning building. iâm in a warm fucking house, eating toast with the love of my life. iâm good,â he laughed.
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âdo your mates not rinse you for you and your girl?â
âno bro, never. theyâthey love her, they really rate her. she takes care of the whole group. theyâd back her before me. i write shit into the chat and theyâre like âperfectly valid, iâd behave the same.â one time i wrote in âgoing shopping with the mrs to get sorted for the lads holiday. anyone need anything?â and none of them have girlfriends anymore ân three of them write back: âaw can we come? will y/n choose sort us out?â four of us just trailing about town, y/nâs sorting us one by one with holiday fits, telling them sheâs gonna wax their unibrows, making sure we donât look a tit.â
âHA! i love that!â
âyeah, they rate her. like theyâd tell her if i was doing something wrong or to come get me ân stuff. sisterly shit.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âyou can tell you both donât play about with each other.â
â¶ïžâ ââąââââ 10:55
âaww, fuck guys, i forgot to end the vlog. this is me just editing. hope you enjoyed. peace n guidance. see you in the next one.â he held up the peace sign as he signed off, laying on the bed with his laptop in front of him and your arm wrapped around his neck, your pointy acrylics massaging his scalp and playing with his hair, just how he liked every day to end.
âą â stray kids x reader. ot8. new relationship. nsfw.
âą authorâs note: hello, hello!! iâve been a bit mia this past month and i got quite a few requests for some reason, so today i felt like writing this one about either y/n or skz!member waking up alone after their first time together. it was fun to write it and i hope itâs fun to read<3
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Just seen this pop up on tiktok and was wondering if u could make a ginge x gf/wife fic based on it. The tiktok was the "i can't pay the bills this month" prank to see their partners reaction. Just want to know how u think ginge or his gf would react to it depending on who u have do the prank if u can do this. Its okay if not though no pressure x
Hiya! Thank you for your request I loved this one I thought it was cute. Tried this prank on my husband he just told me we will both need to do more overtime to cover it đ
Keep the requests coming guys I write for more than just Ginge like w2s and willne!
Morganâs leaned forward in his chair, headset on, midâGTA race, completely locked in. Chatâs flying past, Spikeâs somewhere underfoot, and everything feels normal.
Then you appear in the doorway.
He notices straight away.
Youâre holding Spike against your chest, arms wrapped around him like you need the comfort. Your face is serious not upset enough to panic, but quiet in a way that makes his focus slip.
He misses a checkpoint.
Morgan sighs, pulls one ear cup off, and swivels his chair toward you.
âYou alright, love?â
You walk over slowly and stop beside him.
âBaby,â you say, very serious. âI donât think I can pay the mortgage this month.â
He just stares at you for a second.
Then he huffs out an amused, disbelieving laugh.
âLove,â he says, blinking. âI donât think youâve ever paid the mortgage.â
Chat immediately starts going mad.
You snort despite yourself. âWell... I could,â you say defensively. âI help!"
âI know,â he says easily, already turning back to his screen. âI know, love.â
He pats his knee without even looking.
You smile and sit sideways on his lap, Spike settling between you like itâs his rightful place. Morganâs arm comes around you automatically as he carries on racing like nothing just happened.
Chat is absolutely losing it now.
CHAT:
LMAOOO
He didnât even hesitate
That TikTok prank FAILED
Too nice for his own good đ
Morgan squints at the chat between turns. âWhat are you lot chatting rubbish for?â
Youâre laughing quietly now, face tucked into his shoulder.
âNothing,â you say innocently.
He glances down at you. Then back at the chat. Then back at you again.
ââŠWas that a prank?â
You finally break, laughing properly. âYeah.â
He pauses the game.
Slowly turns toward the camera.
Raises his eyebrows.
âOh.â
Chat goes feral.
He looks back at you, mock-offended now, hand to his chest. âYou tried to stress me out on my own stream?â
âYou didnât even flinch,â you grin.
âThatâs because,â he says, pulling you a little closer and pressing a quick kiss to your temple, âyou donât need to pay the mortgage. You just need to sit there and look pretty.â
You gasp. âMorgan.â
âIâm joking,â he laughs, unpausing the game. âMostly.â
You settle against him, Spike snoring softly between you, chat spamming hearts and laughing emojis.
Morgan glances at the screen one last time.
âFor the record,â he says smugly, âthat prank only works if you date someone who isnât emotionally stable.â
genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, mafia au, trauma doctor!reader, mentions of violence, blood, poisonings, death in this one - not too explicit
wc: 5.9k
summary: you and your boyfriends don't really overlap until whispers of your name requires an official introduction. unfortunately, it ends in bloodshed.
a/n: based on this request and part 4 of ruin my life series. i got super carried away with this one, both in the angst and then in the happy ending lmao also a note that I know very little about poisons and antidotes beyond what google told me fyi i hope you like it!
Seonghwaâs hand was warm on your hip. It was slung there, casual yet possessive, because this was all part of the show. You were just as much an ornament, a display of prowess as you were their partner, at least in this moment.
Hongjoong had explained it to you quietly, eyebrows furrowed with the tension that pushed down on him. The ATZ group had control, had power, but they still needed to show face.
Usually, your boys went without you, slipping out the door late at night and returning early morning. Yunho would complain about how boring it was, how nothing happened worth his wild, and Wooyoung would murmur all the salacious (but not criminal) gossip he had picked up, like you were teenagers at a sleepover.
You were content with your worlds not colliding. They were criminals, yes, they had done violent things â but you had the same amount of blood on your hands, though for completely different reasons. If you took the time to think, it was strange how youâd gravitated towards each other when you all had such fundamentally different aims in life.
But love was love, and you were in this for the long run.
Even more now that the underlings â as Jongho not so affectionately called them â found out about your existence. The doctor who had moved into the main house and climbed into bed with the head honchos.
A rumour here, a location drop there. Yeosang had been tense when heâd admitted that your name had been circulating and heâd bow low when he apologised.
âWe wanted to keep you out of this,â he said, âwe promised.â
Youâd urged him to look at you again and smiled, even as your stomach churned. âItâs okay Sangie, itâs okay,â you assured, âIt was bound to happen eventually.â
Rationally, you knew your existence couldnât stay a secret, yet it was different being faced with a room full of gang members. Hongjoong had explained the dinner, more a show of power and a chance to squash dissent.
âI wouldnât want you there,â he told you firmly, ânot if there was a choice.â
âBut itâs more dangerous for me not to be there, right?â you guessed.
The leader brushed a strand of hair behind your ears and cupped your cheek. âIf we donât show you, someone will try and find you,â Hongjoong said with such certainty, âand we wouldnât be able to protect you all the time. We wonât cage you, keep you trapped in the house because of our own fears. So, we show you off. Show that youâre one of us. Show that youâre protected.âÂ
âItâll be a performance,â Seonghwa commented mildly from the other side of the office. His expression was set, sure, but his eyes were intense, heavy with the worry and resignation theyâd all been feeling, âYou wonât need to say anything. Weâll do all the talking.â
âMysterious,â you muttered and leant into Hongjoongâs touch.
His lips quirked into a bitter smile. âLet them think youâre a protected jewel,â he said, âso that when you show your teeth, they wonât know whatâs coming for them.â
Your teeth werenât the same as theirs. You werenât physical strong, though you had been working out more. But you were smart and you were quick and you knew without fail that your boys would burn the world down for you.
âArenât these supposed to be allies?â you challenged.
âAllies are more dangerous,â Seonghwa mused, âtheyâre the closest to you.â
âBut the punishment for betrayal is a higher risk,â Hongjoong added.
You hummed in understanding. âHow fancy is this dinner? I donât have anything beyond 35,000 won that doesnât belong to one of you.â
âWooyoung will sort the dress, heâs good at that,â Hongjoong answered.
Seonghwa jumped in and said, âweâll make sure itâs work appropriate.â
You all knew that if Wooyoung was going to pick your clothes, heâd find the most flattering but the one that teases. Clothing choice was a type of foreplay for that man, and honestly, you werenât sure if you â or them â should be distracted by a plunging neckline at a time such a this.
It didnât have a low neckline in the end, but the back was a sweeping deep curve, leaving your back exposed to the elements. There was a slit that ran up your leg, stopping mid-thigh, and the whole dress was made from some kind of satin or silk. You loved how it felt on you; was delighted by how Mingiâs eyes had gotten wide and San had bitten down on his bottom lip at the sight of you.
Jongho kissed the exposed line of your neck and said you looked beautiful.
Yeosangâs hands had shook just a little when he hooked your necklace on, at your request.
You were starting to regret the choice with the eyes on you now. At the door, youâd watched as your boys hardened into ATZ. Theyâd straightened, tensed their shoulders, fists curled into pockets, jaws locked, eyes turned blank. It was startling to see, a reminder of the first day youâd met them â though it was only months, it felt like years.
âRemember, follow our lead,â Hongjoong gave the last order. Seonghwa pulled you in close and the nine of you entered the restaurant like you owned it.
They didnât. Youâd asked. It was owned by an associate of SVT, old gang money, who ran the city over. The bar sat on the border and was often used for gang meetings. Hongjoong said they were all arseholes but good, so you guessed that meant he trusted them, as much as you could trust another rival gang.
Today though, the space had been blocked out for them and was filled with the underlings. Smaller groups that ATZ had consumed or remains of gangs they had crushed beneath them. Everyone was dressed to the nines, but you knew that under each coat, weapons and darkness lay.
Interested eyes followed you and you tried not to let it show that it was making you uncomfortable. You werenât used to being on display. Seonghwa rubbed your hip soothingly as if he just knew.
The group was led to a large table on a balcony that overlooked the whole restaurant. You ascended the metal staircase like a princess climbing her tower. The positioning was purposeful â with the others but above them, kings amongst men. The table upstairs was round, but none of the chairs were placed by the railing â no backs on display.
Yunho pulled out a chair and you murmured your thanks, lowering yourself carefully into the offered space. He dipped his head to brush his lips against the top of your head as he tucked the chair in behind you, a silent show of affection, before he spent to the other side of the table.
It seemed they all had their spaces. Hongjoong was in the centre, leaning back with practised ease in his seat. You were on his left, and Seonghwa to his right, poised and carefully shuttered. Mingi and Jongho took the ends, body angled outwards, legs splayed and guns very clearly on display in the pocket of their suit jacket. Yunho was next to Mingi, legs stretched out under the table to San. Yeosang was beside you, carefully placing his napkin in his lap, while Wooyoung across from him, next to San, angling his head up to whisper something to the uncharacteristically stoic man.
The waiter that fluttered around you looked oddly calm, like they were unfortunately used to all this grandstanding. They greeted the table pleasantly and offered the best wine the house had â âit just came through the ports,â he explained calmly.
Hongjoong agreed and offered the table with ease. You didnât dare question him, not with a stranger around, and watched until the waiter disappeared down the staircase.
âPumpkin gnocchi?â you questioned. Youâd ask how they knew you liked that, if it wasnât for Yeosangâs quirk of a grin in your direction. Ah. Of course.
Things went well until they werenât.
You tried the wine but didnât like the harsh bite of red wine, so had shifted to lemon water only. It was for best, youâd assured â âI donât want to embarrass you,â you admitted.
Hongjoongâs hand was on your knee, stroked the sensitive skin there. âYouâd never,â he promised.
Still, you were careful in how you ate, careful about where you put your hands, careful to take small sips and not undignified gulps. You spoke quietly when addressed and made sure to keep your back straight, as if slouching would somehow come back on your boys and end them.
It was halfway through the meal when you began to feelâŠweird. The pumpkin didnât taste quite right or the gnoochi was harder than you thought it should be. You didnât know. You took three sips of water and put it down with trembling hands. You started at them, confused by the action. Why?
âBaby,â you raised your head at Sanâs voice, who was now looking at you across the table with narrowed eyes. âAre you okay?â
âIâŠâ you tried to ease his worry, but your words wouldnât obey. They caught in your throat â a throat that was itchy, you noticed, swelling, tightening â and you coughed, the loudest youâd been all evening. It might well have been a gunshot from how quick your boys moved, standing up in unison, reaching for you.
Mingi said your name alarmed. You pressed a hand to your mouth, tried to suppress the cough wrecking through your body. Your head felt lighter, dizzy, your vision blurring in front of you.
Your doctor mind tried to kick in through the panic, to give a clear explanation and cure when as your body shook from lack of air. Tight throat, change in sense of taste, lack of control of limbs. Losing ability to sit up right, you added when you felt hands on you, lowering you to the floor and you felt the weakness in your bones.
There was only a handful of conclusions, but it was Jongho who reached it first. It was his blurry face above you and then his voice that cut through the blood pounding in your ears. âPoison.â
Oh, yeah, of course. Poisoning.
You shuddered a breath and were lost to the world.
-
Yunho swept you up into a bridal carry. He was moving faster than he had ever moved in his life. His heart pounding in his chest, nausea curling horrifying into his stomach, he would single minded in his decision.
âHospital,â he barely gritted out, taking steps two at a time. He didnât stop to hear any replies, to hear anyone second guess or agree with him. He just knew he needed to get you help.
His car was still out front of the restaurant, and Yunho only paused his sprint to lower your form â weak, sweaty, shallow breathing, fuck â into the back seat. On the other side of the car, the door opened and revealed Wooyoung, lips pressed into a grim line, eyes darkened with anger and fear. Yunho hadnât even heard him follow behind him.
Climbing into the driverâs seat, his eyes kept flashing backwards. To you, eyes remaining stubbornly closed, and Wooyoung, who cradled you so sweetly against him, your head rolling listlessly against his neck.
Yunho put the car in drive and the wheels squeaked on the tarmac as he moved. Local hospital was about 7 minutes away. Yunho pushed down hard on the accelerator.
Heâd make it in 3.
-
Yunho and Wooyoung had barely disappeared down the staircase before Hongjoong was on his feet, palms flat on the table. His expression set â a façade of calm, cool control.  âSeonghwa, look the doors behind them. No one gets out.â
Seonghwa moved smoothly, swiftly, expression blank to hide the torment whirling inside of him.
âYeosang, cameras. Mingi, talk to the wait staff. Jongho, San, take the room.â Hongjoong continued his orders. He didnât look at anyone, could only stare at the space you once were. Once smiling so sweetly, humming in delight at how good your food tasted, to the way your face went pale, your fingers shaking, those terrifying rasping breaths.Â
God, heâd never heard anything so horrible in his life.
This wasnât the first time that youâd gotten hurt because of them. He wanted to scream and curse and wreck anything he could get his hands on. He didnât though, couldnât let himself lose control like that. Not here, not now; not when he needed to find out who.
And make them suffer.
Hongjoong wished he could be down there like the others were, but he couldnât. He was the big boss. Even with his heart breaking, he still had a job to do to.
He clicked through phone numbers and pressed call. He tapped an irritated beat against the abandoned table. The call was answered on the second ring, and a familiar voice came through the speaker.
âHongjoong. What do I owe the pleasure?â
He let out a heavy breath. âNot pleasure, Seongcheol. A shit storm for both of us.â
-
Mingi had spent his childhood being angry. The uncontrollable kind that would only be subsided by the horrific destruction of people and property. Heâd learnt to control it as he got older because he would have burned out too quickly, just another victim of the system. And he refused to stay that way. Before ATZ and now a part of it, his job as an enforcer hinged on keeping his cool.
There was only a handful of times as an adult that Mingi would stay he was genuinely angry.
Any other time, he might have found amusement in the fact that at least two of those times involved you, but he was too enraged to think about that.
When he slammed the waiter up against the wall of the kitchen, a shelf mounted to the wall shook, sending a random collection of spices tumbling down. The waiter was just some kid, a part of the world just like had had been, he reasoned, but that kid might have just killed the one thing he loved more than anything.
Intention or otherwise, Mingi would make it hurt.
âExplain.â
âW-what?â he stammered, eyes wide. Mingi could feel the kidâs heart beating against his fist. Good.
Mingi tutted unhappily. âMy girl has been hurt and someone in this kitchen knows something.â He angled his head slightly, taking in the frozen figures of chefs and other staff members, âI suggest you tell me what I want to hear fast, before I lose my sense of propriety.â
-
Seonghwa glanced over his shoulder as Mingi rounded the corner. He rubbed his knuckles, a little bruised and cut, but nothing that would require stitches. Hwa didnât know whether heâd punched a wall or a person, but either way, it seemed worth it for the information that spilled from his lips.
âDigoxin,â he said flatly. âSomeone paid the waiter to add crushed tablets to her water.â
Seonghwa rolled the word around his head. His strength was knowledge more than brute force. Usually, it was to do with pressure points and pain receptors, but he had a decent working knowledge on drugs, the ones they sold and the otherwise.
âDigoxin is usually for heart conditions,â he murmured, âbut taking too muchâŠâ He clenched his fists and didnât finish that sentence. âCall Woo. Pass it on. The doctors will need it.â
In front of him, San and Jongho were making a mess of the main dining hall. Twisted smiles and tense shoulders, bloodied knuckles and broken noses. Seonghwa had threatened to shoot anyone who tried to get out and put a bullet in the ankle of the one person who tried.
See, ATZ looked after their people. Each of those in this room had status and money, fancy suits and food on the table. Theyâd not always had that, not under previous management.Â
But in a line of work like this, it was easy to get too comfortable. To start believing there was a little more than you could take, a little more than you were owed. Seunghwa had shut down a few of these hopefuls himself on the way to the top. He understood the urge, even if it disgusted him. After all, Hongjoong had been his friend since kindergarten and the idea of betraying that would ridiculous.
He had wondered whether bringing you to such an event had been a good idea but truthfully, there were little options. Keep you hidden â you become a mystery, something to whisper about and ultimately try to covet because lord knows men like him hate not knowing. Show you off â while you might be under their arm, a visible show of you being under their protection, it made you a visible target.
They were supposed to protect you.
Seonghwa counted to 10 before he started his own interrogations. He glanced at his watch, the slow ticking of the clock mocking him. It had only been 15 minutes, and it felt like a lifetime. He wanted so desperately to be at your side but that would come.
First, they had work to do.
-
Yunho had answered the phone right away when it rang and passed the information off with speed to the surrounding doctors. It was like a lightbulb went off; all answers cleared from the haze of uncertainty they had originally been presented with.Â
Apparently, there was a common antidote, as easily bought over the counter as the cause of the reaction itself.
Still, Wooyoung was sure he wouldnât be able to breathe properly until the wires and attachments that was attached and stuck into your prone form were removed.Â
It was strange seeing you like this, so still, so quiet, so lifeless. He couldnât even pretend the pain away, convince himself that you were sleeping because your skin was blotchy in places and awfully pale in others. There was an uncomfortable rasp to your breathing and reactive bags under your eyes.
Youâd wake up soon, the doctors had promised when you were moved into recovery. It was just a matter of time.
Wooyoung was not a patient person. Heâd never learnt that virtue, much preferring to throw himself into everything headfirst and deal with the consequences later. It was stifling to have to wait now, scratching at his skin uncomfortably.
He held your hand while Yunho held the other. Limp and clammy hands clutched tightly in their calloused and bruised ones. You seemed smaller now, he thought unhappily.
It brought back the worst memories, being here. The heavy scent of sickness and death lingering in the air, the horribly gentle touch of a loving hand and the devastating question of the unknown.Â
He hated hospitals but Wooyoung refused to leave, not even to take a piss. Not until you were okay. Not until you woke up. Not until you could crack a smile and call him baby.
âSheâll be fine,â Yunho tried to reassure, tried to keep his voice even, though his lips were pressed into a thin line and his left leg was bouncing.
âYeah.â
âSheâs stable,â he continued, âwe just need to wait for her body to gain energy.â
Wooyoung swallowed around the tightness in his throat. âYeah.â
Yunho rubbed at the skin in the palm of your open hand. âWeâre giving her a bullet proof vest and a bag of antidotes.â
Wooyoung bowed his head to brush his lips against the back of your hand and fought the urge to cry. âYeah.â
-
The answer unfolded quickly, but not fast enough for Sanâs liking. He wasnât usually ones for impatience. He knew things too time, enjoyed it too. He liked the tension of the stake out, the growing fear of a hostage, the accumulation of strength.
But now, it was like San couldnât move fast enough.
The thrill of the chase was gone only to be replaced by this rabid desire to reach the conclusion.
Luckily, his â and Jongho, stalking between tables more visibly tense than ever before â reputation proceeded them. All it took was one too quick more, one too loud noise next to a manâs head and the truth came tumbling out.
It wasnât even about you, just the unfortunate recipient of someoneâs desire for bloodshed. Wu Kwangjin was one of the new guards, had grown up in parallel worlds to Hongjoong and just hadnât made it as big as he wanted to. With war, there would be deaths, be roles to fill, would be steps to climb.
The manâs voice had trembled as he tried to explain himself.
Sanâs jaw tightened, grinding down hard on his teeth until they groaned in protest. Such selfish petty goals that you could be dying for.
His heart seemed to shrivel at the thought. If you diedâŠSan didnât know what heâd do, what places he would burn, what lives he would end. It felt like a blank void of nothing opening before him, a terrifying prospect.
San gave a short shake his head, as if to lodge the thought lose. No. You wouldnât die. You were not dead.
You were theirs, his, and heâd fight God himself for you.
But first, heâd destroy the person responsible for putting you in that position.
Of course, they let Hongjoong do the talking first. Their collected leader looked down the bridge of his nose in disgust and speaks with such certainty when he says that Wu Kwangjin is not worth the dirt on the underside of his shoe. That he is pathetic and worthless and shortsighted in his foolhardy desire to destroy the kinship between ATZ and SVT.
Hongjoong doesnât do violent shows as a leader. He cut with words, hands in his pockets and distain in his eyes, and then heâd turn to those whose job it was to inflict the right type of pain.
Which was why it was almost surprising to San when Hongjoong pulled his gun from his coat and pressed the barrel to the center of Wuâs forehead. He clicked the safety off, an audible sound in a large room, every witness holding their breath. They knew not to make a noise and they knew not to look away.
San would admit, in any other circumstance, it would have brought him twisted pleasure to watch their leader take control like this. Joong was an beautiful when deadly and couldnât hide that when he took control, it was very much a turn on.
But now, it just filled him with a bitter sense of disappointment.
He wanted to be the one who ended it all, who painted the walls with the brains of the person who tried to take you from them.
San barely kept the frown off his face, because realistically, he knew that it had been Hongjoong. It was his face and his authority that had been challenged, his girl that had been hurt. If he stepped back like he usually would, it would give the impression that he didnât care.
By putting pressure on his index fingers, a message was sent. This â you â would bring the boss to use his own bullets. You were important, you were protected and if you didnât want to die like a dog, youâd do best to remember that.Â
Wuâs blood splattered against tablecloths and observersâ faces if they had the unfortunate luck of being placed too close. There was splash back, the ends of Hongjoongâs white shirt now red.
No one breathed. No one moved.
Hongjoong put the safety back into place and returned the gun to his pocket.
âBeonggyu,â he called.
The man shot out of his seat. âYes sir!â
Hongjoong rolled his shoulders. âCall clean up. I want this place spotless as a favour for SVT.â
Beonggyu bowed so low that the top of his head nearly touched the floor. âYes sir!â
âEveryone else, get the fuck out of here,â he ordered.
Seonghwa unlatched the door. The crowd could only obey.
-
Jongho felt like he was sinking until the moment you opened your eyes. From the moment you dropped, the world was muffled, peopleâs faces became unrecognised blurs and the only sound he could hear was the rush of blood in his ears.
See he knew he loved you, but he hadnât considered living in a world without you in it.
You were going to live, he knew that, but the very threat of your absence had left him off kilter, trembling, lost in a way that he hadnât been in a long time.
They hadnât left the hospital room you were recovering in. A nurse had tried to tell them that there was a two-visitor policy and that visiting hours ended at 9pm. Maybe it was the exhausted devastation so clear on their faces, the bruises on Mingiâs knuckles or the blood clear on Hongjoongâs cuffs, but no one mentioned it again and so they all stayed.
Youâd woken for a moment, vision unfocused and blurred, just long enough for the doctor to check your vitals, give you another sedative and send you back to a restless sleep.
It was about 2am when Seonghwa â ever the sensible right-hand man â had unfurled his tense body from the uncomfortable hospital chairs and reluctantly made the journey back home for clean clothes.
âDarling will want something to change into,â he had said, voice straining.
It was 3am when he returned with laden duffel bags. Theyâd all taken turns listlessly cleaning themselves off in the hospital toilet and changing out of their suits. Jongho had shoved it as deep in the bag as he could. When he got home, heâd burn it. Wished he could burn this memory away.
When the sun rose, work had to continue. Wooyoung and San had to check on shipments. Hongjoong and Seonghwa had to debrief the under-leaders from last night, Yunho reluctantly following behind for backup. Yeosang had evidence to wipe and lose ends to tie up on projects that had deadlines he couldnât afford to miss. That left Jongho and Mingi to watch over your slumbering form.
The most precious mission theyâd ever been given by their leader.
Hongjoong pressed a kiss to your forehead for a long time before he had finally been able to drag himself away from your bedside. Seonghwa fussed with the edge of your sheet. Wooyoung kissed your hand. San brushed loose hair from your sticky forehead. Yeosang made sure heâd hacked into the hospitalâs security system. Yunho pressed his forehead against your temple, a silent pray given, before he stepped away.
Mingi fell into his space, long form out of place on the placed chairs and clutched your hand in his. Jongho was on the side of the bed where the needles and tubes were sticking out of you, so inside he curled his pinkie finger around yours.
When you awoke, before noon, it was felt in the flex of your fingers first. The twitch that had both him and Mingi sitting up straighter, hearts pounding in their chest, painful hope tightening their throats.
Mingiâs voice was rough. âBaby?â he called.
You twitched, head rolling towards him for a moment.
Jongho shook when he said your name. It fell out of him like a whisper, a pray, a desperate plea.
When you opened your eyes, nose scrunching as you tried to focus on him in your addled state, he felt like he could cry in relief. You tried to move and hissed, at the pull of tensed muscles, of stuck needles. âWhatâŠwhat happened?â you sounded horrible and Jongho felt like he could cry all over again.
Mingi might beat him too it though. The man was blinking rapidly as if to keep the tears at bay. âWeâŠwe thought we lost you,â he admitted.
Jongho clenched his jaw.
But you â you just smiled. It was weak, more grimace than anything else, as the pain in your body, the discomfort on your insides, truly hit you, but it was there. Your smile. âGonna need more than that to take me out,â you slurred.
Mingi laughed. Jongho thought he did too, but the sound was still distance, somewhere far beyond him. All he could focus on was you.
âI love you,â it slipped out, a confession that heâd only whispered against your sleepy head. âFuck. I love you.â
You frowned at him. âPabo, why are you telling me now?â you complained.
âIâll tell you again at home but Iâm telling you now,â Jongho insisted, âI love you.â
âHey,â Mingi interrupted, âI love you too. Why do you get to say it first?â
âI was faster,â Jongho retorted.
Mingi looked at you seriously. âIâll say it first at home.â
âNot if I get there first again,â he shot back, âyouâre just slow hyung.â
You laughed, a painful sound that shook your body and made both of your boys jump to you, demanding that you stop this instant. Even though everything hurt, everything burned, all you felt was warmth.
âI love you too,â you said, âJongho. Mingi. All of you. I love you.â
And Jongho felt like he had been pulled from beneath the murky oceanâs waves. His feet were on solid ground and though it was disorientating, it felt right. It felt like the world had realigned itself. It felt like he could breathe again.
-
âCareful,â Yeosangâs voice was edged with panic as you tried to swing yourself out of the car without him. He held on to your arm swiftly and lowered you slowly until you were comfortably back on the ground. He still didnât let go of you, arm slipping around your waist and pulling you close to his hip.
You didnât resist the urge to huff your annoyance. âSangie, Iâm fine.â
Yeosang deliberately ignored you, focusing instead on getting you inside and back to bed. Youâd complain about that too, he knew, but if you knew what was best for you, youâd listen to him. Heâd already rigged your bedroom to alert him if you so much sneezed without someone there with you.
Maybe he was overreacting, maybe it was too much for their own home, already protected and secured by the most intense seven men he knew. But every time he let himself dwell on those thoughts, he would find himself back there, at that dinner table. You coughing, gasping for air, face going purple and he â just helpless to solve it.Â
He tugged you closer. No. Not protective enough.
Yeosangâs pretty sure that Wooyoung has cooked enough to feed the Korean army, started the week you were supposed to be fit enough to come home. Hongjoong and Seonghwa had brought an excessive number of pillows and blankets for your bed, and San and Jongho had spent an ungodly amount of time making sure it was perfect. Yunho and Mingi had made makeshift beds on the floor ready for their planned rotation to never let you out of their sights.
At the door to the house, you let out a long sigh. âYou guys arenât going to leave me alone, are you?â
Yeosang shook his head and keyed in the entrance code. âNot even for a moment.â
Your hand shot out and rested over his, pausing him before the last number. âThen can we just stand here for a moment? My last moments of freedom.â
Yeosang felt scandalised. âYouâre not going to jail.â
You sighed dramatically. âAt least my guards are pretty.â
He didnât know whether to blush or frown so he did both, but it becomes hard not to be mesmerised when you are looking at him this close, head tilted, smiling so fondly at him. âThank you for bringing me home,â you murmured.
Yeosang shook his head. âYou donât need to thank me,â he said and didnât let you know that heâd had to win seven rounds of rock, paper, scissors to get the honour. âIâm justâŠglad you got to come home.â
He winced at how it came out, that panic uptick of his heart reminding him how close that came to not being true. You though, like a maniac, smiled wider. âI always will,â you insisted, âbecause I have you guys to protect me.â
You sounded so sure of yourself, so certain, when it was them that had â âWe didnât protect you this time,â Yeosang was quiet but firm, his voice more forceful than he thought he could manage, âbut we wonât make that mistake again. I, we, I canât lose you.â
âI knew that there were risks loving you,â you confessed. âI knew there was a chance thatâŠit wouldnât end well. For me. For one of you.â You swallowed around your trembling voice and when you spoke again, it was stronger, âBut it doesnât matter. Because I love you.â
Yeosang nearly left go of you in his surprise. His eyes widened, his bottom jaw dropped and a flush danced itself across his cheekbones. âYou what?â
âI love you. So much.â
It was like the best song that Yeosang had ever listened to. He ducked his head to press his forehead against yours, as if by this touch he could convey truly how he felt, because words didnât seem like enough.
âI love you too,â he breathed.
Beside them, the door swung open and there was Mingi, whoâs eyes darted between them for a moment before he pouted. âDid Yeo say I love you?â he demanded, âBecause it was my turn to say it first.â
âWhoâs saying I love you?â Wooyoung had appeared near the kitchen doorway, apron around his waist and offense written on his face.
Mingi pointed at a baffled Yeosang accusingly. âIt was my turn.â
âHey, I should get to say it first,â San appeared at Mingiâs shoulder when a frown. âI met her first.â
Wooyoung corrected. âWe both met her. And our baby was fixing me up, that should count for something.â
âTechnically, I said it first,â Jongho announced, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. He swept closer, lifted you out of Yeosangâs hold to bring you to him. âWelcome home baby.â
âOur baby bear said it first,â Wooyoung looked outraged. âWhen? Where?â
âI told you to stop calling me that,â Jongho complained but was easily distracted by the sweet kiss you pressed to the corner of his lips.
âIn the hospital room,â you told them, âI had just woken up. It was all very unromantic.â
âWhich is why I was supposed to stay it when we got home, but Yeosang got there first,â Mingi complained.
âTechnically, she said it to me,â Yeosang pointed out, stepping over the threshold and shutting the door behind him. âI just said it back.â
Seonghwa was walking down the stairs with Hongjoong in tow. âSang got her first I love you? Thatâs unfair.â
âDefinitely feel like it should have been me,â Hongjoong sniffed pointedly, âIâm in charge. Hierarchy should count for something.â
âTough shit,â Jongho shot back. He lowered his voice when he demanded you, âSay you love me.â
Your smile is dopey with warm affection when you comply. âI love you.â
Jongho visibly melted.
âMe next,â Yunho insisted, appearing over the youngest shoulder. âI love you as well.â
âNope, me,â Wooyoung was already at your side, hand sliding across your back, âI love you more.â
Hongjoong pinched the bridge of his nose. âDonât make it a competition.â
ăâžâž â aka the bunny!reader saga continues prev
ânaaaanaaaamiiiiiin~!â
you whine, voice all high and wobbly, dragging yourself out of your room to where kento lounges on the couch. several hours of him giving it to you real good made you fall asleep long enough to forget about the disturbing ache deep in your abdomen. until you woke up with a puddle of slick between your tights, that is.
âitâs so baaad⊠my ears are burning and my tail wonât twitching! make it better pleeease?â
nanami sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose, but thereâs a fond little smile tugging at his lips. no matter how exhausted he is, itâs hard not to be endeared by you.
âsweetheart, iâve tried everything i can,â he says gently, dropping his hand to stroke one of your velvety ears when you collapse onto the couch with your head in his lap. you lean into his hand automatically with a happy little sound, but he doesnât miss the micro twitches of your hips. âyou need⊠well, you need more than i can give right now. a proper knot.â
your eyes go wide, sitting up and ears standing straight. âa⊠a knot? like, a real one? butââ
âi know.â he kisses your forehead, all soft and reassuring. âthatâs why i called the neighbor.â
you blink.
âneighborâŠ?â
right on cue, the doorbell rings.
nanami stands to open the door, with you trailing behind curiously, and in walks shiu kong, looking smug as ever with a cigarette dangling from his lips, he puts it out the second he steps inside, because nanami gives him a firm look.
and behind himâoh goshâlooms toji. big, broad-shouldered dog hybrid with messy black hair, sharp green eyes with ears to match, and a tail thatâs already wagging slow and lazy like he knows exactly why heâs here.
his ears twitch at the scent of your heat the moment he steps in, and a low, rumbling chuckle leaves his chest.
mister kong, thatâs how you address him, unfortunately doesnât stay very long. just after exchanging greetings with nanami, he turns to toji with an incredulous âbe niceâ, and is soon gone.
âwell well,â toji drawls, voice deep and gravelly. âlook at the cute little bunny all worked up. smells like you need a big bad dog to fix that ache, huh?â
you squeak and hide your burning face against nanamiâs back, tail fluffing up huge. it seems youâre trying to whisper, but the shake your voice isnât lost on either of them, âk-ken⊠heâs so⊠so bigâŠâ
but he only reaches back to squeeze your hand, trying (and failing) not to look amused. âtojiâs here to help, sweetheart. only if you want him.â
you peek out, ears flopping sideways again. âyouâve got a⊠a knot, right?â
toji grins, sharp. âoh iâve got one, bunny. thick enough to keep all that mess right where it belongs.â
âfuuuuck, look atcha,â toji laughs low and mean, big hands clamped around your squishy hips, lifting you up and slamming you back down so hard your ears flop wildly. âsuch a needy little bunny slut. creaminâ all over my dick again already? thatâs the third time, ainât it?â
even if you kept track of it, you can only squeak and drool by now, head lolling against his broad chest, having given up on trying to stay upright as he bounces you, your soft bunny ears brushing his stubbled jaw. ât-tojiii⊠s-so biiig⊠hnnnghâ!â
heâs been pounding you for what feels like forever, relentless and as cocky as youâd thought he may be, making you gush and squirt and cream until your thighs are shiny and trembling. every time you start to tip over the edge he grins wider and slows down just enough to drag it out, teasing you mercilessly.
âaww, whatâs wrong, cottontail?â he coos, voice dripping with fake sympathy while he holds you down firmly on his fat cock, grinding your swollen little cllit against the scratchy hairs on his pelvis. âcanât handle a real hybrid knot, huh? your fancy owner had to call in the dog next door âcause he canât stuff you the way you need to be, isnât that right?â
you whimper pathetically, little hands clutching at his broad scarred shoulders, fluffy tail puffing up as another orgasm rips through you. ânngh! tojiâtojiiiââs toooo much, âm gonnaâ!â
âhm? âs ok, make a mess,â he growls, bouncing you faster, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick of your soaked cunt filling the room. âkeep that cute cunt gushinâ fâme. your ownerâs being real polite but i bet he canât stand that iâm ruininâ his precious pet.â
from the corner of the room, nanami sits with clenched jaw, glasses slightly askew, watching with dark eyes as you fall apart on tojiâs cock. sure, heâd asked shiu for help when your heat spiked again, but he hadnât expected toji to be quite this⊠enthusiastic. good thing he was here to make sure the dog doesnât take a literal bite out of you.
toji suddenly lifts you almost all the way off, just the fat head of his cock stretching your puffy entrance, and you cry out in protest, ears pinning back.
ân-noooâput it baaackâplease please pleaseâ!â
âbeg nicer, bunny,â he teases, giving you just the tiniest shallow thrusts as he glances over at nanami with something between a grin and a snarl. âtell me how bad you need this fat dog cock. câmon, show your dear nanamin how much better it feels than his polite little human dick.â
your brain is all fuzzy and melty, heat making everything hazy and desperate. ân-need itâ need tojiâs cockâneed the knoooot, p-please.. so emptyyyâ!â
he laughs, dark and seemingly satisfied, and yanks you back down, bottoming out so deep you see stars for a moment. your fluffy tail spasms, legs kicking uselessly as you cream around him again, slick gushing everywhere.
but toji isnât done playing yet. with a low chuckle he suddenly flips you over onto your tummy, ignoring your surprised yelp as his unfairly strong hands manhandle your hips up so your cute ass is high in the air and your chest is pressed into the messy sheets.
your ears flop forward, cheek squished against the bed as he mounts you from behind like the big dog he is.
âthere we go, cottontail⊠ass up, just like a proper breeding bunny,â he purrs, voice all rough and hungry. he spreads your shaky thighs wider with his knees, his hands groping your cheeks and holding them apart. the sight of your tail twitching erratically makes him huff out a chuckle, and he leans forward to spit a glob of saliva right under it, watching it dribble down to mix with the overflowing juices of your heat.
he rubs it allll in for good measure, his palm covering your whole cunt with ease even as you try to jolt away. after a few deceptively reassuring pats , he pulls his hand away and soon enough he slides back in with one heavy thrust, the new angle punching even deeper. your tail thumps wildly against his abs as he starts rutting into you hard and fast, the wet slap of skin on skin, his firm thighs hitting the back of your softer ones, echoing louder than before.
âtojiiiâ too deeeep!â you squeal, little paws scrambling at the sheets, ears twitching every time his fat cock kisses that spongy spot inside you over and over, slick drooling down your thighs helplessly.
he leans over you, one hand fisting around your bunny ears to keep your head tilted back, the other gripping your soft hip so tight you know youâll have little bruises shaped like his fingers tomorrow.
âi know, bunny girl, but ya feel it real good right? this is how a real hybrid breeds. gonna fuck you so stupid like this, till ya canât even remember your ownerâs name.â
you can only babble and moan, drooling onto the sheets, eyes glassy as another orgasm crashes through you. âmmmnghâ c-cumminâ!â
âgood girl,â he growls, hips never slowing, pounding you so deep your belly feels full with every thrust. he keeps you pinned there, ass jiggling with every impact, your tail thumping helplessly against him while nanami watches the show.
finally, toji snarls and yanks your hips back one last time, forcing you down onto his cock as deep as you can take. his knot swellsâthick and perfectâpopping past your entrance slowly and locking deep inside with a wet schlurp. the sudden stretch and pressure against that aching spot makes you wail, cumming so hard your vision whites out.
âthaaatâs it,â he groans, somehow managing to turn you to him so he can lay back with you wrapped in his arms, holding you flush against him while his knot pulses and pumps your womb full. âtake every drop, dumb little bunny. grind on itâyeah, just like that.â
youâre completely goneânothing but a soft, drooling, cockdrunk puddle. your fluffy tail twitches weakly as you mindlessly rock your hips against his swollen knot, tiny whimpers and âmore⊠more⊠so fullâŠâ spilling from your lips. your ears flop over his chest, body boneless and trembling with aftershocks.
toji smirks, one big hand petting your sweaty bunny ears while the other keeps your hips pressed tight so you canât pull off even if you wanted to.
âlook at that,â he chuckles, glancing over at a very quiet nanami. âturned his sweet little rabbit into a brainless knotslut in one go. real cute.â
you just nuzzle closer, grinding slow and dreamy against the thick knot stretching you so perfectly, so dumb and happy and finally full.
âg-good⊠doggyâŠâ you mumble, voice all floaty and slurred, tail giving one last happy little thump.
in which đ felix wakes you up with tea and his cock inside of you !
sunlight peeked through your window and lit the room with a soft glow. a mug sat on the small table next to your bed, forgotten, and soft moans filled the room.
âyouâre doing so well, angel.â felix whispered while having two of his fingers deep in your cunt, stretching you out, while his other hand played with your breast.
your squirmed at his touch, âp-please,â you whined, grabbing his wrist between your legs, urging him to go faster.
he chuckled, removing his fingers from your pussy and replacing them with the tip of his cock. he teased your clit, running the head of his leaky cock over your puffy folds.
âlix, please justâoh fuck,â you moaned as he finally pushed in. your back arched off the bed and your hands fisted in the sheets.
when he bottoms out, he doesnât move. âwould you look at that..â he says, lightly moving his fingers over your stomach.
your eyes open at his words and you see the bulge in your tummy. he presses his thumb down on it and smirks when you moanâyou feel so close already.
âhngghâlixiee,â you cried, fingers tightening where you grip the sheets. he starts moving and hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust.
your pussy clenches around him and you cum without warning. your thighs begin to shake as felix lazily rubs your sensitive nub, helping you ride out your orgasm while also still moving his cock in and out of you.
âfuck,â he growled, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he cums inside of you. you can feel his heavy breathing on your skin.
âgood morning,â he says, kissing your forehead.
a/n: hello hello, i've seen this trend and finally got it with leon! it's that «I don't have the money to pay the mortgage this month» tiktok trend. drabble! about 500 words??
pairing: fem!reader x re9 leon s. kennedy (implied younger!reader)
warning: implied sex, other than that just pure fluff.
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You loved days like this, when you got to spend some lazy time with your husband. They were rare, but precious.
You were scrolling on your phone, lying on the couch, while your husband was going over some paperwork at the kitchen counter, both of you relaxed just by being in each otherâs company.
Then you remembered the video you saw earlier today.
You cleared your throat and put on your best puppy face.
âHey, baby⊠I have to tell you something,â you said, your voice soft and suspiciously sad.
That caught his attention.
He looked up, already concerned. âWhat? What happened?â
And just like that, you had his full, undivided attention.
âI donât have the money to pay the mortgage this month, Iâm sorry,â you said, trying not to let your giggles slip out.
Leon looked at you puzzled, you could almost see a big question mark above his head.
You could practically see the gears turning in his mind in real time, as he took in your fake expression and the mischievous glint in your eyes.
He squinted at you, clearly catching on.
âI didnât even know you knew we have a mortgage.âÂ
You looked at him, gasping in mock offense.
âExcuse me? I contribute emotionally to this household.â
âSweetheart, you donât pay the mortgage, thatâs my job,â he said, like it was a simple fact.
âI pay the bills. You take care of the house, I pay the mortgage, and you bend over the counter.â
You looked at him, scandalized, trying not to laugh.
âLeon!â
He simply shrugged.
âJust being honest.â
âJesus, no wonder my friends think youâre my sugar daddy,â you said jokingly.
You couldnât help stealing glances at him; he was far too handsome to ignore.
âWhat, because Iâm too old for you?â he said, arching a brow but giving you a soft, loving smile.
âNo, because you finance my whole existence and I just pay you in sex, but hey, Iâm not complaining.â
He huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he stepped closer to you.
âIs that right?â
You just shrugged, trying to look innocent but the smile tugging at your lips gave you away.
âCompletely,â you said softly.
He reached out, hooking a finger under your chin, tilting your face up just enough so you had no choice but to look at him.
âIâm not complaining either.âÂ
And then he leaned in, closing the small distance between you.
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threeâs a crowd â yet two is necessary when reminding the place of one kim seungmin.Â
†pairing: omega!seungmin x beta!f!reader
†words: 7.3k
†warnings: omegaverse, polyamorous ot8 (explicit mxm), smut with threesome ft. alpha!jeongin, handjob, cum eating, anal fingering, frotting, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, 18+ MDNIâ
†notes: it was a doozy writing the smut this time idk why ;_; BUT i said it would be gayer and i meant that!! ty all for waiting and loving the series <3
†wolfgang m.list
âWAHâ WAS THAT THUNDER?â felix calls out, rushing from the bathroom over the loud clap that resonated through the house. his charcoal face mask was half washed off, giving the illusion that he had a comically dark and full beard.Â
the newly bearded blonde keels over with laughter when he discovers the source of said âthunderâ: hyunjin, their tall and strong alpha, clutching his ass cheeks as he rolls around the floor on pain, booty mapping abstract shapes in the air.Â
âwhatâd he do to deserve that?â felix stammers out through gasps of air, clutching his stomach. hyunjin scowls from his place on the floor â the blondeâs finding his misery a little too amusing right now.Â
âstand in front of me.â minho replies, corner of his lip quirked up like the cat that ate the canary. âyou know you canât be teasing like that, jagi.âÂ
han pouts from his place next to the alpha â who responds by grabbing the omega by the scruff of his hair and pulling him in, smacking their lips together.Â
âhyunjin made a joke that theyâre worse than minho and han.â chan pipes in, tilting his head towards jeonginâs closed (and locked) door. behind it, was a bittersweet symphony of bed squeaking and mattress thumping. oh, and how could you forget all the moaning and clapping too, of course. audible action that the rest of the pack had no privy to â when theyâre all dating and living together, mind you.Â
âwell,â felix shrugs, crossing his arms. âthey have been holed up in there for a while. neither left the room yet today?âÂ
ânah. i left some lunch at the door and the next time i checked it was gone.â chan replies.Â
âdamn. they might actually be worse.âÂ
âcareful, feeelix.â hyunjin chimes in, sitting up as he rubs the sting from his poor ass. âhomotron will come for your ass next.âÂ
âyeah nah, he wonât. he already had it for breakfast.â felix flashes a proud smirk, strutting away like the pampered princess he very much is.Â
he runs into changbin in the hallway â on his way out from the toilet â and the pair of omegas lightly scent each other, wrists brushing briefly as they pass by. itâs familiar within the pack to be clingy for no real reason, other than the simple fact that they enjoy it.Â
âwhat happened out here?â changbin asks as he returns to the living room, oddly flushed and sweaty. the rest of the pack narrow their eyes at him. âsounded like thunder.â
âwere you jogging on the spot in there..?â hyunjin asks in a snicker â referencing how changbin had made everyone wait for him before game night could begin, insisting he âjust had to peeâ. theyâve been sat here for 20 minutes at this point. itâs why felix even put a face mask on, to kill the time.Â
âbinnie, you said you only needed to pee!â han sulks.
âyeah, and i thought that was all. but when nature callsââ
ââTMI! TMI, changbin. letâs just play this game already.â chan cuts him off before he can talk about hisâŠtoilet endeavours, reaching for the card box on the coffee table.Â
felix returns after washing his face mask beard off, settling down in the spot next to changbin and curling around one of his big biceps. hyunjin sits next to han, side-eyeing the freaky alpha at his side who wonât stop smirking at him.Â
âgonna play, seungmin?â chan asks, taking notice of the omega thatâs been almost uncharacteristically quiet since they all settled down on the couch. none of his usual sly quips or muttered insults. he hardly smells like himself either, his scent faint in comparison to the sickly sweet vanilla heâs been parading around the house as of late. around you.Â
seungmin had actually been spacing out, vision going blurry as he stared at the wall ahead â ears honed in on all the muffled sounds leaving jeonginâs door instead of what was actively happening around him.Â
bits and pieces had managed to break through the trance-like focus, like minho slapping a manâs ass (typical) and changbin taking forever in the toilet (also typical). he just held no reaction, face carved from stone with a mouth set in a permanent frown.Â
everyoneâs been cracking jokes about jeonginâs recent possessiveness over you, like this is all light-hearted, itâs casual fun. no one seems to actually understand how selfish this is of him. heâs lucky that most of the pack have just recovered from their heats and ruts (courtesy of felix for setting them all off), otherwise heâd have seven angry partners banging down his door and demanding he shares you.Â
now, thereâs just one angry partner.Â
seungmin has the bedroom right next to jeonginâs. initially, it was jeongin who complained about the room arrangements â begging someone to swap since he had to listen to you blowing seungminâs back out every other night. but jeonginâs room stayed because, quote changbin: âno one wants to hear that shit.â
now seungminâs the one reaping the karma of it. ever since the young alphaâs rut earlier this week, all seungminâs been able to hear is fucking, more fucking, and then some through the poorly insulated walls. every slap on skin, every moaned word. he couldnât do anything but lay as audience in his bed, hands snaking down his pants as he listened to his partners get off; imagining what you and jeongin were up to, doing to each other, painting a picture with each muffled noise while he struggled to keep his own down.Â
he didnât want to interrupt, of course. this was a special day for jeongin â his first rut after stopping his blockers! seungmin took them too, but for his own different reasons. heâd choose whenever he wanted to come off them and have a heat on his own terms. jeonginâs been taking them consistently since before he met any of the pack. itâd be selfish of seungmin to try to wedge his way into a monumental moment for the young alpha, yâknow?
by the next day, seungmin had transformed into a horny fiend that was worse than selfish. the fomo was strangling his neck and his cock alive. he barged into the room and practically begged to be let in on the fun â only for jeongin to promptly kick him out, very unnecessarily aggressively. nearly turned it into a household fight when chan overheard jeonginâs nasty tone and almost whipped their youngest into shape.Â
he really is acting almost as bad as minho. way back when, minho was the last to join their tight-knit pack, and the alpha had leached onto han â trying to push out the rest of you even though he was still âthe new guyâ. of course, youâve all fallen in love since and set healthy boundaries, so itâs little more than a silly memory now. one that they can all look back on and laugh over (and get smacked on the ass if you joke about it in front of him).Â
the packâs been proud of their youngest for embracing his nature and finding solace in your intimacy, seungmin just feels⊠left out. and needy.Â
seungminâs been skipping his suppressors too, making all of this a thousandfold more unbearable. with han and felixâs consecutive heats, seungmin was expecting his own to hit in no time. heâs been waiting patiently, cuddling up to their beloved beta and kissing at your scent glands, enticing you to spend it with him when the time comes.Â
heâs still waiting.Â
maybe the stress of their youngestâs recent behaviour has been postponing it, but he still feels the way it lurks, imminent â simmering under his skin and prickling up his ribs.Â
seungmin had dibs first! jeongin dishonoured the rule of waiting your damn turn and snatched you up with nothing but a moan through the wall here or there left for poor olâ seungmin. heâs been on this earth for a whole year longer â jeonginâs their youngest, he has no right to eat before his hyungs.Â
seungmin chose to sit out on the game of cards against humanity (the australian edition, of course), knowing he had no energy to give and unwilling to bring the mood down. he just felt so sensitive today in particular. he finds a little comfort in how much the pack seems to be enjoying it, even minho â who insisted that âthis game isnât even funnyâ but has been slapping hanâs thigh in laughter over every potty humour card.Â
ââwhat do i think about during sex?ââ chan narrates the prompt, then draws from each card played: ââbig, hot, stinky ballsâ, this sounds like hanâs ⊠âmy ex who isnât so bad when you get to know himâ, alright whoever put this can see themselves to the door âŠ. âmemesâ? man whose unfunny ass cardââ
ruckus erupts over the coffee table, felix steadfast in defending his card while the rest all jump in on the debate. sour citrus clashes with sharp sea salt in the air as the alpha leader and blonde omega give each other shit, scents spiking with adrenaline. changbin takes the opportunity to grab some snacks, while han rushes to the toilet. (heâs been holding his bladder, since minhoâs just gripped him tighter with a deadpan ânoâ each previous time heâs tried to leave.)
they all agreed to retire cards against humanity for the night when felix started claiming chan was âoppressing omegasâ by calling his card unfunny. seungmin broke his silence to offer up his nintendo switch, and so game night continued with rounds of mortal kombat. chan versus felix to start.. so they could sort out their beef.
âminho, could you pass the kimchi?â hyunjin asks, watching minho and changbin absolutely demolishing a container of it from the opposite end of the couch.Â
the alpha paused, then smirked. âsay please.â
âplease.âÂ
âin a full sentence.â changbin piped in.Â
hyunjin sighed. âcould you please pass the kimchi?â
ânow call him daddy.â changbin added.
(distantly, han yelled âdaddyâ from the kitchen, not even knowing what was going on.)
hyunjin levelled them both with eyes full of hatred.Â
âdaddy.âÂ
âin a full sentence.â minho repeated.Â
âcould you please pass the kimchi daddy?âÂ
changbin snickers, âthereâs two of us, say please daddiesââ
hyunjin leaped up from his seat and launched at the pair jumpscare style, prying the container of kimchi from their hands as they all fell into a pile of chuckles.Â
theyâre all so engrossed in their own little worlds that none of the pack even register a certain door swinging open down the hall â none other than seungmin, of course. he watches the hallway with wide eyes, ears tuned in on the soft pad of footsteps on the floor, until all the oxygen is sucked from his lungs and flooded with a familiar, heady scent: yours.Â
endless sex has left you with wild hair and glistening skin, but a glowing air around you, and a more potent, bright scent to match. the pack all smell you before they see you â faces splitting into smiles, seven chipper voices greeting as you round the corner.Â
you head straight for the kitchen with little explanation, a few of them on your tail while the rest fight over the switch controllers.Â
âi was almost forgetting your face..â felix pouts, reaching to lace his fingers with yours.
âinnie keeping you chained to the bed in there or something?â chan teased, watching you go to the fridge and then reaching for it first â just so he could make a show of opening it for you.Â
you sigh, amused at how theyâre flocking around you. âno, heâs not. but, he needs someone.â
âi need you too,â seungmin steps around to your side, bending down and wedging his head through your arm. you chuckle in disbelief at him, but still let him pop his head through and curl his arms around your middle. âhow long is he keeping this up for?â
âseungmin,â chan says, his tone of voice just teetering on the edge of being an alphaâs command. seungmin feels the way his body responds, spine curling with the instinct to listen. âplay nice.â
seungmin frowns, nuzzling his neck into your armpit, aiming for your scent gland. he knows heâs hit it when you sigh a little, scent spiking â his own vanilla and jasmine curling into the edges of your senses.Â
the fridge rudely interrupts when it starts beeping, and youâre pulled from your little moment with the omega as you grab out a water bottle, allowing chan to push the door and shut it up.Â
youâre already turning â as best you can with a grown man hanging off of you, anyway â uncapping the bottle and headed back to jeonginâs room. just like that.Â
seungminâs mind starts to race, knowing youâre on your way to get swallowed up and lost in jeonginâs sheets again. he needs to make the most of this little opening he has.Â
rich honey spikes in his nostrils, causing seungminâs head to snap up to attention at the hallway.Â
jeongin lingers down by his room, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, signature scent radiating off of him with a sticky trace of something like.. annoyance. watching the guys all over you in the kitchen, standing there all menacingly and shit. heâs got a stick so far up his ass itâs a wonder itâs not poking out of his eyeball. is this how he was before blockers? this greedy? the type they warn men about in the bible? seungmin knows damn well his rutâs over by now, yet youâre both fucking like two omegas in heat.Â
this is so unfair, not letting the actual omega in on all thatâŠÂ
channeled by pure spite, seungmin grabs a handful of your ass. you squeak, tilting your head down at him with a grin while his hands start mapping a path over your curves. squeezing here, fondling there. nearly cups over your clothed crotch because grabbing up on you is making his days old pent-up energy rush to the forefront of his brain, but he just manages to shoo the impulse away.Â
seungmin dares to flick his eyes up at the grumpy alpha down the hall â jeonginâs nose scrunched, probably from how seungminâs sickly sweet vanilla is just pouring out as he scents all over you. intentional of course. he wants to piss him off. he wants you to go back to jeonginâs room, laying in his bed and making it smell like seungmin.Â
without directly asking, heâs begging for a morsel of your attention, hoping all his pheromones clinging to your skin like melted sugar is enough of a request.Â
you chuckle fondly, rewarding his efforts with a kiss. seungmin takes all he can get â pressing his body impossibly closer, gripping you impossibly tighter, and kissing you back. his tongue traces your lower lip, your teeth grazing across his. for a second, he hopes that youâll sink them in, kiss him with a bite. god, itâs been so long since youâve marked him.Â
rather, you just pull away â one last sweet peck on his nose before youâre twisting your way out of his arms. seungmin lets them fall away, faced with your back as you walk off. staring longingly at the soft sway of your hips with each step.Â
surely you know what youâve done to him; the state youâve left him in. and youâre not going to take responsibility?Â
seungmin bites the inside of his cheek so he doesnât call after you, attempt to provoke you into turning back around and kissing him some more. not when his gaze meets jeonginâs â that classic alpha entitlement burning behind his blown wide eyes. ah, heâs really embracing his nature now.. good on him. asshole.Â
jeongin canât say shit though â not when you stroll right back into his room, door locking behind you and shutting the rest of them out again.Â
youâre all dating, yes. you all love each other and none of you would rather be anywhere else. but as nine people in a relationship, thereâs bound to be favourites, and youâre all in agreement that thereâs no restrictions on wanting to âclaimâ someone for a bit. pheromones, territorial instincts and all that.Â
most of the time, seungmin likes being thrown around until he forgets whatever was on his mind. but thereâs other times when a partner needs his hands to soothe, or perhaps his mouth to sting. thereâs times where seungmin wants fuck to something or have something fuck him so badly that he ditches his pills and parades his unfiltered omega scent all over the damn house until one of his partners pounce. everyone has varying moods and different boundaries in terms of intimacy, so thereâs never been any limits on âexclusiveâ partners within the pack, so long as theyâre temporary since youâre all in this relationship together.Â
seungmin thinks heâs finally found a limit to the agreement though, shaped in jeonginâs name.Â
that night, seungmin gently nudges open changbinâs door, softly shutting it behind him as he slips into the pitch black room. changbin stirs from his bed, jolting a bit in surprise when he feels a warm, sweet smelling body sliding under the covers right next to him. he breathes in, a smile gracing his lips when he recognises the jasmine and vanilla.Â
âseungminnie?â changbin drawls, voice thick with sleep. he drapes a heavy arm over the younger omegaâs middle, thumb nudging under his waistband to draw circles into the hipbone.Â
seungmin realises the assumption changbinâs half-conscious brain drew â that heâs here to relieve his frustrated energy. little does he know, seungmin already tired himself the fuck out jerking off listening to you and jeongin for yet another night, so all he wants to do now is just be held and comforted.Â
seungmin lost his virginity to you. youâre the reason he even opened up to the other partners, holding his hand through letting them touch him and feel inside him. and yeah, beating the dead horse: youâre everyoneâs favourite. but itâs especially important to seungmin. jeongin knows that youâre seungminâs unforgettable first time, that whenever heâs in need his body canât help but remember what youâve taught it. and jeonginâs just slapped his balls all over that fact and said âfuck off and starve, sheâs actually more important to me right now.â
heâs starting to really fucking hate that guy⊠and just to think, here seungmin was thinking that he mightâve been jeonginâs preference in those rare moments that heâs wanted a fuck (before coming off his blockers and taking you as prisoner, of course).Â
seungmin doesnât realise he was breathing so heavily until changbinâs knuckles gently brush across his cheek. back and forth, back and forth. seungminâs nostrils fill with changbinâs fresh pear scent, breath evening back out. changbin hums, a deep noise that rumbles where his chest is pressed into seungminâs ribs.Â
âyouâve been so sensitive, seungminnie.â changbin grumbles, fingers tapping along the slope of the young omegaâs neck. âthink youâll be in heat by tomorrow.âÂ
seungmin agrees, not realising that the reply didnât actually leave the voice in his head. distantly, he thinks he must already be asleepâŠ
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with how seungmin crawled into his bed, distraught in the middle of the night â changbin took matters into his own hands to intervene. he left a kiss on seungminâs hair before unabashedly barging into jeonginâs room and announcing that they were going to the gym. not asking. hyunjin tagged along, teasing and seducing the young alpha with a barrage of smooches until he relented. they damn near pried his arms off of your naked body to get him to leave the bed that reeked of fresh sex.Â
you encouraged the guys by insisting that your legs were too sore to go for another round anytime soon, so jeongin went to release his fresh morning energy in the gym. changbin ducked back into his room just before the trio left, gently waking seungmin up and whispering that you were free.Â
seungmin thinks he got out a nod as he stirred from sleep, brain slugging awake and distantly hearing the door shut behind changbin.Â
his blood felt molten, thick and hot in his limbs, body weighed down into the mattress by some invisible pressure. he blinked, struggling for his vision to come into focus on the ceiling fan â and then he winced, stomach rolling with a sharp pain.Â
heat.Â
unmistakable, unwelcome. heâs dealt with it for most of his life, and he still thinks heâll never get used to the slew of pain it brings. once the realisation clicked in his head, it was like a domino effect on all the other symptoms toppling over his body â breaking out in a sweat, head dizzy and eyes spinning, cramps rolling through his stomach in waves.
heâs not quite sure how long he laid there, spacing out at the wall as the pain crashed over him, until he decided to actually do something about it.
seungmin gritted his teeth as he sat up, channeling what was left of his diminishing energy into planting his feet on the floor and walking through the hall â one step after the other, until heâs pushing open a door and trudging inside.Â
he flops onto the bed without a word, invading the space and cloaking it with his heady aroma.Â
you sit at the head of your bed, watching the omega curiously as the distinct smell hits you. your whole demeanour changes from, whatever it was before he walked in. your eyes narrow â hunger bristling just behind your concern.Â
seungmin manages to turn his head, cheek in the blanket as he looks up at you through dazed eyes. yours are half-lidded, and he can recognise the telltale way your body reacts to the potency of his heat. you want to help, he can see it â but you want a taste too. that look is exactly what heâs been waiting all week for.Â
seungmin uses heat suppressors liberally â he can stop or start taking them as he likes. itâs all about having control: over his own cycle, and over how others treat him. his partners wouldnât bother him if he didnât want it, of course not â but stopping or starting suppressors on a whim is how heâs always been doing things, and it makes sense in his head. he doesnât like the attention of being an omega, doesnât like being figured out and treated differently because of it. not until he wants it. and when he wants it, itâs when he wants to be fucked.Â
âwhat are you doing..?â you ask, voice treading lightly. you canât help how your lip lilts in a grin with how gentle he looks, laid out like a tired puppy.Â
âbothering you.â he says around his cheek smushed into the mattress. âare you sick of men now?âÂ
âseung,â you level him with a look, pushing the covers from your body and crawling to him. âjealousyâs so cute on you.âÂ
you lay parallel with him on the bed, arm reaching out to rub up his back. your fingers find his hair, softly playing with the strands, and seungmin sighs contentedly when your nails scratch the scalp.Â
âinnieâs allowed to get a turn, just like everyone else.â you coo to him, enjoying the way heâs like putty under the touch. you know he must be in pain, it smells like his heatâs freshly hit him â but your hand in his hair seems to be doing a good job of distracting his mind from the cramping in his belly. âjust like you.âÂ
seungmin shivers at how your breath grazes his earlobe, every nerve end on fire from the barest stimulation. he can feel the way his cock reacts, filling out his pants with eagerness.Â
âi had dibs first,â seungmin pouts, lightly pushing his hips forward and dropping his mouth open at how his cock presses into the plush of the mattress. ââs not fair.âÂ
âno?â you hum, fingers tracing the shell of his ear, drawing down across his jawline. you stop just short of the scent gland on his neck, nails feathering the edge of the sensitive spot, and you hear a light whine leave seungminâs throat. âyou only tease, baby. jeongin was going through a rut in silence â it wouldnât have been fair to just ignore him for you.âÂ
âbut you left me out!â he sulks, heightened senses making his emotions volatile. he knows he sounds like a child throwing a tantrum as he says it, but he also doesnât care. heâs hard, heâs in heat, and he wants to provoke you into doing something about it. even if you were going to regardless â itâs all the more satisfying when itâs on his terms, when itâs to put him in his place, rather than simply âhelpâ. âand he was a bitch to me..âÂ
you hum, listening. you scratch the scruff of his hair, watch the way his head preens into the touch and his hips press further into the bed.Â
âpoor baby⊠how do you want it, hm? soft?â you ask, and seungmin gives no response â which is the response. knowing him, you grab a fistful of the hair and crane his head back, exposing the slope of his neck. âor do you want to be a bitch?â
seungmin nods feverishly, throat bobbing with a gulp as drool pools in his mouth. youâve been teasing the edges of his heat, keeping the urges at bay with each of these gentle touches â but now itâs time for it to all spill out.Â
his need all topples over when you plant your mouth over his scent gland, causing seungminâs vision to white out at the extreme sensitivity. he doesnât register the moan that leaves his mouth as you suck a bruise onto the spot, jasmine sweet on your palate. he also doesnât register the hands riding his shirt up, not until the fabricâs pulling around his neck and your mouth is popping off from the skin.Â
he takes the hint, raising his arms up to let you pull the garment up over his head. you discard it somewhere on the floor before diving back in, ravaging the rest of his neck with kisses, nose nudging at the scent gland every so often â stars flashing in his vision. his cock throbs, hips inching further into the mattress for any friction he can get right now.Â
you throw your leg over his back, body pressed right up against his side as your arms wrap around him. youâre nearly laying on top of him as you go in for a kiss, seungminâs omega soaring at the relief. he can taste his own sweat on your tongue as you lick into his mouth, teeth knacking his and scraping his gums. it all spurs him further on, and he begs for you to mark him more with each moan into your mouth.Â
one hand wedges its way under where his bodyâs pressed into the mattress â fingers grazing his nipple, sending goosebumps racing across his flesh. seungmin encourages you with a whimper, cock twitching as you play with the sensitive nub.Â
your other hand travels south on the side of his body, knuckles grazing over his ribs, until your fingers hook around his waistband. seungmin lifts his pelvis eagerly, allowing you the space to reach your hand in, before heâs laying his lower body back down â length pressing perfectly into your palm.Â
he chokes on a gasp when you grab him through the fabric, palming him almost roughly â fingers still flicking at his nipple and causing little jolts of his hips into the warmth of your hand.Â
precum seeps from his cock in rivulets, the skin of your hand moist from all that heâs been leaking out through his pants onto the mattress. you let him hump your hand as your tongue slides against his, feel the fabric get wetter and wetter until the kisses are more of his desperate moans than anything.Â
itâs fast movement from there as you slip your hand quickly into the front of his pants, wasting no time in wrapping your fingers around his length. seungmin damn nearly screams from the attention, instantly bucking into the circle of your fist. you revel in all the helpless noises falling from his mouth, gripping his length tighter as you start to move your hand.Â
you pinch his nipple, combine it with a flick of your wrist around his base, and seungminâs not sure if heâs about to cum or pass out. his pelvis stutters to meet each stroke of your hand, each movement sloppily loud from the copious amounts of precum.Â
seungminâs babbling at this point, begging for things he doesnât entirely understand himself. you seem to make out enough of his nonsense, mouth coming to hover just above his neck, breath fanning his pulse point and making his cock pulse violently. itâs all the warning he gets before you dive in, biting a mark next to his scent gland, and seungmin is seeing fucking stars. he helplessly cums into your fist, and you focus on jerking him off through it â spurts of the hot liquid coating your fingers and soiling the fabric of his pants.Â
just when he thinks heâs about done, you donât seem to agree â switching from strokes over his length to just sharp twists around his tip, and a broken moan leaves seungmin as he only cums more and more. he canât tell if it was the same orgasm or a hundred separate ones. it definitely felt like the latter.Â
despite it all, his body hasnât wavered. you were expecting so anyways â seungminâs like a dog with the zoomies when it comes to his heats. it never ceases to amaze you each time, seeing the way the want pours so incessantly out of your partnerâs bodies with their cycles; surpassing their physical limit, endless adrenaline and nonexistent fatigue. sometimes youâre grateful to have been born a beta â dealing with this every other month, you just donât understand how anyone could get through it without substantial help..Â
after a moment to catch his breath, seungmin looks up at you with a big dopey grin. he looks refreshed, reenergised after that. like shrugging a weight off of his shoulders. but, heâs not deterred â heat still cloying thick at his skin, boiling in his belly.Â
heâs not done, not just yet. so you leave pecks where youâve marked his neck, gently retracting your hand from the front of his pants, seungmin making a small noise at the loss of your warmth.Â
he doesnât get to pout for long though, since youâre bringing that same hand up and tapping it to his lips. seungmin glances at you, eyes sparkling, before heâs wrapping his lips around your pointer and middle. you hiss at how feverishly his tongue sucks at your skin, his eyes nearly rolling back at the taste of his own cum â hips right back to softly thumping on the mattress, still-hard cock chasing his very next orgasm.Â
seungminâs so occupied with licking every last drop from your fingers, he makes a muffled noise of surprise when your free hand reaches down the back of his pants â grabbing a handful of his ass.Â
you shush him, thumb rubbing his face softly until you feel his body un-tense. your hand travels further down, stopping between his cheeks, dipping a finger into the pool of slick there. seungmin whines around a mouthful of your fingers, lashes fluttering at your fingertips prodding at his hole.Â
âyou okay?â you check softly. seungmin nods, and you watch as his puppy eyes go crossed as your finger slides in. just one, feeling the wet heat of his hole gripping you, before he relaxes â and you add another.Â
seungmin whimpers so beautifully as you finger him, entire body practically vibrating with overwhelming pleasure. you rotate your fingers inside of him, reaching to curl at his prostate, and his face falls into the bed with a strangled noise.Â
youâre not even pressing that hard, or fingering that quickly, but seungminâs fucked up all the same. you pay attention to his prostate for a few thrusts of your fingers before heâs clenching around you, body shaking as another orgasm crashes over him â cock untouched as he releases into his pants.Â
warm cum mixes with the existing dried stain. heâll probably have to throw this pair out tomorrow.Â
popping your fingers out from his hole, you rub at seungminâs back with your palm, waiting for his sign of what happens next. for a heat thatâs only freshly started, heâs already came a fuckton. youâre surprised he hasnât fainted.Â
seungmin, on the other hand, doesnât think heâs had enough. heâs still thinking coherent thoughts, for one. his mind is sound enough to register the heat cramps sizzling in his lower belly, not quite put to rest yet. he wants more, wants you to fuck him. his cock or his ass, doesnât matter. then he wants to fuck you when he gets some of his strength back.Â
but instead of getting to voice any of that, black swallows him â and the omega drifts off into sleep, having bitten off far more than he could chew.Â
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âwhat the fuck?!âÂ
seungmin jolts awake, registering arms gripping his waist and a body curled into his back. he blinks groggily, vision coming into focus on a pissed off jeongin standing at the edge of the bed. he blinks again, tilting his head to see you cuddling him from behind.Â
jeongin appears to have just come home from the gym, hair freshly damp from a shower, and smelling like an angry beehive â probably looking for some fun with his favourite beta, and finding seungmin already in your bed instead.Â
now that seungminâs awake, his heat senses it too â beginning its assault on his body, cramping his stomach and turning his limbs to jelly. he winces as it all rolls over him, his sense spiking with the need radiating off of him. you rub at his back as a comfort, saying something to jeongin that seungmin doesnât quite catch.Â
he raises his head to glance at the alphaâs reaction, and jeongin.. just melts. he did walk in here angry, but any alpha is helpless to smelling a partnerâs heat. the physical effect is instant, his alpha instinct fraying at his edges to help the poor omega. his cock stirs in his pants just smelling you both, bodies still sticky with arousal and slick.Â
âare you here to help?â you ask the alpha, an underlying sternness in your words in case he starts his possessive shit again.Â
as if in a trance, jeongin nods, instinctively pulled in without his mouth agreeing yet.Â
âyeah,â he finally replies, swallowing thickly as he sits on the edge of the bed â movements stiff from the increasing tightness of his pants, eyes honed in on seungmin like a fox hunting prey. so odd, that the alpha was eyeing him for a different reason just yesterday night. hunger for you â now seungminâs seeing it directed at him.
prior to stopping his blockers, jeongin getting intimate with anyone was scarce. when he did have an itch to scratch, seungmin was the one there for him, more often than not. but, this jeongin, unrestrained in how his alpha bears its teeth⊠seungmin doesnât know if heâs ever been this attracted to his partner. funny, the way their biology works.Â
you get seungminâs attention by twirling the tendrils of his hair, smiling softly as he glances up at you through heavy lashes.
âmore?âÂ
the omega nods.Â
âdo you want him here?âÂ
his eyes flick over to jeongin, regarding him for a moment â before he repeats the gesture, nodding.Â
your smile deepens, hand trailing down the slope of his cheek, stopping to ghost over his adamâs apple. it bobs under your fingers when jeongin begins to shift closer.Â
you splay your fingers over seungminâs neck, pressing out an airy moan as your other hand creeps over the growing bulge in his pants. seungmin casts a look downward to watch the movement, noticing that you changed him into a new, clean pair while he was asleep. this one wonât suffer the same fate as the last, as youâre quick to drag the waistband down before his precum can make too big of a stain.Â
you lean in for a kiss, lips gentle on his, as your fingers wrap around his length once again. seungmin whimpers into it, pelvis canting up on instinct, feeling the ache in his thighs from his incessant humping into the bed earlier. you part with the omega to study his expression as you stroke him, and he catches a movement in his peripheral â glancing down to see jeongin palming himself, eyes blown wide, focused on your hand around seungmin.Â
you beckon jeongin over, and he follows â leaning his hips out for you to tug the fabric down, cock springing free and slapping against his shirt. seungminâs entirely breathless at everything happening before him, body coursing with anticipation as you guide jeongin to sit facing him â thighs bracketing his.Â
âchan said something to me earlier this week,â you drawl, grip loosening around seungminâs cock as you tilt it forward, nodding for jeongin to shuffle closer. âhe said you both should wear one of those âget alongâ t-shirts.â
seungmin chokes on a gasp as he realises where this is going â watching as your fingers stretch to fit jeonginâs length into your palm, their cocks pressing against each other. jeongin winces, pre rolling out from the head, and seungmin canât help but whine at the sight. your grip curls tighter, rubbing their tips together before your hand strokes down. the boys moan in tandem, leaking into the circle of your hand fucking them together. tips bumping, underside of their lengths rubbing.Â
jeongin throws his head back with a guttural groan, getting real into it as he humps into your fist, cock rutting so perfectly against seungminâs. the omegaâs vision goes blurry from the tidal wave of pleasure â he canât tell if jeonginâs this turned on because youâre the one jerking him off, or because heâs frotting seungmin.Â
you pull your hand away abruptly, causing a pained noise from the alpha and something like a sob from the omega. he felt so close to slipping under, to painting your fist and the alphaâs cock white. it doesnât occur to him thatâs the reason you even stopped â itâd be a waste of his cum.Â
you gently push jeongin off, replacing his spot on seungminâs thighs. the omega bleerily blinks up at you, and he didnât realise that youâd stripped your bottoms off somewhere during that â hovering over him bare from the waist down.Â
realising youâre waiting for permission, seungmin nods his head rapidly, words beyond him at the sight of your pussy leaking.Â
you brace yourself with hands cupping either side of his neck as you sink down, sopping tip sliding easily into your damp warmth. seungmin clutches the sheets beneath him, gritting out a sob through his teeth. it feels so, so fucking good.Â
impatient, you barely take him the whole way in before rocking your pelvis, his head nudging into your g-spot just enough to make you whimper. seungminâs mind is some place other than earth as you start to ride him with a hurried pace, his balls slapping into your ass with each bounce. jeongin sits his chin on your shoulder from behind, his large hands gripping your waist and guiding you through each thrust on seungmin. up, and down â his cock slipping between your cheeks, getting him off simultaneously with every move â up, and down.Â
âlike that,â jeongin praises from your shoulder, licking at the sheen of sweat on your skin. âs-shit, yeah, thatâs itââ
both of your combined efforts to fuck the omega is all too good, too much for him â his face screwing with a silent sob, back arching off the bed as he cums. you donât immediately realise, squeaking with the first warm spurt into your pussy. you try your best to ride it out for him, legs aching from the position.Â
jeonginâs quick to realise and tighten his grip on you, hoisting your body up and down to fuck seungmin through his orgasm; clenching his jaw as he tries to reach his own, cock rubbing between your ass. he doesnât quite get there before youâre suddenly collapsing forward, his dick throbbing painfully as you unintentionally edge him. your sweaty body lays limp on top of seungminâs, his length half slipped out of you, a creamy ring of white gathered at his base.Â
a grunt from behind is the last thing you hear before jeongin manhandles you, pushing you forward until seungminâs dick slips out. you gasp, the noise grounding seungmin from wherever the fuck he went during his orgasm â and he watches with dazed eyes as your face scrunches in a cry, jeongin sticking his cock into you and ramming you twice as hard.Â
you just take it, trying to prop yourself up on your elbows but falling back down with the force of the alphaâs thrusts. seungmin weakly wraps his arms around you in a hug, tears beading in his eyes when his still-hard cock slips between your folds from the rough jostling of your bodies. his tip perfectly bumps your clit with each movement, while jeongin assaults your g-spot from behind â your ears ringing from the combined stimulation.Â
even as youâre chasing your own breaths, your lips seal around seungminâs in a desperate kiss. jeongin cusses as you clench around him, his fingers fumbling between your bodies, dipping into the slick gathered at seungminâs hole. the omega flinches, long past sensitive as the alphaâs lithe fingers breach into his rim and curl.Â
âfuck!â jeongin shouts, feeling both of your holes sucking him in. all three of you break out into trembles as youâre catapulted over the edge â a domino effect as you cum around jeonginâs cock while he cums into you, seungmin coating your clit.
the alpha grits out your names as he pulls out â length coated in a mess of cum from you, seungmin, and himself. his cock twitches at the sight.Â
jeongin laughs hoarsely, playfully slapping both of your asses as he stands from the bed. he says something about if âseungmin got what he wantedâ â neither of you really understanding as you huff and puff, bodies stuck together with sweat.Â
you recover first â lips tracing seungminâs jawline with gentle pecks. âhow do you feel?âÂ
âah,â he sighs, shaking his head in pure amazement. âspoiled.âÂ
you giggle, peppering his cheek with kisses. ânothing but the best for our pup, hm?âÂ
seungmin hisses as he feels a cold sensation between his thighs, craning his neck to glance over your body and seeing jeongin there; gentle as he cleans the sticky mess with wet wipes.Â
seungminâs sort of like a lost puppy as he watches the alpha be so.. doting, after everything â sleep pulling at the edges of his brain.Â
âare you letting me stay?â the omega asks through a yawn. his heatâs reduced to but a warm lull, not yet finished but more than sated for the time being, thanks to you and jeongin.Â
âof course.â you insist, casting a glance at jeongin â who nods.Â
as much of an asshole heâs been.. seungmin does get it. you do just bring that crazy possessive side out of all of them. thatâs the effect of their beloved beta.Â
once jeonginâs wiped you all off, the three of you fall into a pile of cuddles, warm limbs tangled in the blanket. seungmin canât help but smile to himself over how spoiled he is. when he inevitably wakes back up, stomach curling with the demand for more, he wonât have to ask for the attention this time â youâll both be here and ready to smother him in it.Â
fucking mingi was all about making a mess, giving him something to clean up when he was done.
sex with him was nasty. vulgar. sloppy.
he had a way of making you feel guilty that you were allowing him to get his hands on you and do what he pleased. guilty that he knew what buttons to press and what knobs to twist in a way that made you feel so good it hurt.
it was wet, dirty, and hot. a shower afterward was a non-negotiable.
it was hard to make your moans sound pretty when they were so pure. guttural and broken, unfiltered with how deep mingi was pounding your puffy cunt. but he liked it more when you sounded like that, when you sounded like one more thrust might kill you.
when you sounded like you were in pain, but in truth, he was just fucking you so good that maintaining a front of âprettyâ was not your main concern at the moment. your main concern was not passing out while he was inside you. fucking your pussy like he was trying to commit the feeling to memory.
"god, im so deep thats gotta hurt huh, baby? does it hurt you?â
you cries and groans are muffled in the pillow youâve shoved your face into, your hands gripping the sheets by your head like they might ground you on earth. mingi is on his knees behind you, strong thighs keeping him upright, while his palms held your hips in place for him as he shoved his cock inside of you.
arched so prettily in front of him, your ass bouncing off his body every time his hips slammed against you, a filling, heavy rhythm that sends vulgar âplapâ sounds bouncing off the walls.
you were covered in sweat, skin shiny and wet, your hair sticking to your neck from all the exertion. mingi was just as sweaty as you, surely more. but god he was having so much fun.
all the adrenaline that he channeled on stage when he performed, he funneled it into the bedroom too. acting nasty like he was performing for someone.
he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, his eyes lasered in on where his dick slid in and out of your gushy cunt, coated in a white cream that only seemed to build every time he filled you up again.
he laughs lowly as a string of saliva falls from the tip of his tongue and lands directly on the length of his cock in just enough time as he shoves it back inside of you, his fat mushroom tip catching that sensitive ridge along your walls that makes your legs shake.
âsheâs creaming on my cock, baby,â he moans as he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and drags his hands away from your hips and up to the rippling flesh of your ass. he palms the soft skin with his big, heated hands and spreads them slowly so he can get a better look at his cock filling you out.
it bewildered you every single time because mingi liked to embarrass you. he wanted you to hear the sounds that your body made, the filthy, sticky sounds that you couldnât control.
âshhh, baby. not so loud, listen to yourself.â he reached over your arched body and pressed his hand flat against the back of your head to further muffle you against the pillow. âlisten to her talk back to me.â
and hearing it always made you ashamed beyond comprehension. and yet he always felt you get so tight around him when the noises registered.
his spit, your arousal, the stirred-up sounds of your guts being rearranged hit your ears like a truck. mingiâs hungry groans that you could feel all throughout your body with every deep stroke he pounded into your cunt.
heâs big, and thick, and very purposeful with his hips. youâve seen him on stage, rolling his body with sensual intentions that only allow a glimpse into how he could really put those hips to use.
he watches, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as your wetness clung to his v-line in a white sticky web. the shine of your ass from the sweat and all the times heâs practically drooled on your body.
he purposely slows his hips so the sounds get deeper, hollow and louder. your moans break into breathless whines that only make mingi wanna abandon any remaining composure and fuck you til you snap.
âyeah, yeah⊠cuntâs asking for a baby. isnât she?â he takes his hand off your head and moves both of them to your shoulders, curling them over the bone and pulling your body up, arching you even more.
you whine when you feel him slip his soaked dick out of you, a gross, slick sound as he pulls out. and god, it seems endless when the tip finally pops out of you. you cry at the emptiness, and mingi giggles as he watches you shake your ass side to side to try and coax him to fill you up again.
your head throws back as he pulls your head out of the pillow, and you could hear him spitting into your stretched pussy, the saliva dripping down your puffy folds.
âgotta keep you messy, sweet girl, makes this more fun for both of us.â he digs his nails into your shoulders and groans so low you could feel it in your belly as he glides right back inside of you.
there was really no friction at all, and he's nearly kept slipping out since you started. each stroke of his veiny cock is punctuated with a deep, staccato rumble in his chest.
his lips part in misty pants, watching with enamored adoration as the stickiness of your combined arousal clings to your bodies like this was really some kind of perverted home video.
the wet noises fill your ears again, and now you canât muffle your moans in the pillow anymore with the way he holds your body up. they come out primal and desperate, helpless as mingi forces your pussy to take his shape.
âmmhm, wish i could see your pretty face.â he mumbles, the loud slaps of his hips against your ass nearly drowning out his voice.
âbut i'd rather see this pussy keep sucking me in.â he laughs again and enunciates with a deep, rough thrust that makes your toes curl.
âwanna see her dripping with me once i fill her up. fuck a baby into my pretty girl.â his moans are an encouragement that further tighten that knot in your stomach, your cunt clenching around him like a vice with every nasty word that leaves his mouth.
he presses his palms into your lower shoulders, simultaneously working out a building knot of stress, all the while he fucks you into a worthless puddle in his sheets.
âfill this pussy up all the way to the fucking back.â he leans over your body and presses his lips to the small of your back, his mouth opened in low moans as he eases his hips into a swifter pace, pressing wet kisses against your fluttering skin.
his dick glides in and out of you with painful ease, every full thrust that drags the thickness of him against your gspot pulling you more and more under.
âget you all pretty and swollen with my babies.â he whispers against your back, and you whine so loud you swear it was going to tear up your throat.
if the sloppy mess between your legs wasnât a cry for just that, you werenât sure what was.
âp-please-!â you cry out, and you shiver when you feel his lips form into a pout and kiss your back like he was trying to soothe you. âw-want⊠want you t-to-â
âthink itâll take like this?â he teases, shoving his cock so hard and so deep inside of you he mightâve breached your throat. he stays there, unmoving, forcing you to feel the twitching and the throbbing of his dick against every inch of your gooey pussy.
he hums, and suddenly youâre empty again, and you whine at the loss. but then youâre moving, his hands grab your waist and turn your body over, your back hitting the mattress. âprobably not.â
seeing him nearly undoes you, a sweaty, crazed wreck. his hair sticking up everywhere, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, his v-line a sticky mess. his hands grab the backs of your thighs and push your legs up so theyâre pressed against your shoulders.
you squeal and are hardly given ample time to register what was happening before he slides his cock back inside of you, the new position having him deeper than ever before. mingiâs entire body shivers when he fills you to the hilt, your own body pulling taut at the invasive fullness.
his hands keep your thighs against your shoulders, folded in half underneath him in a mating press. âfuck, thatâs better,â he sighs, immediately rolling his hips into you with every deep thrust. his lips spread into a greedy smile, his tongue swiping over his teeth. âhi baby, look so fuckin pretty.â
you cry out and throw your head back against the pillow, your hands reaching around and clawing at his broad shoulders.
âlemme pound this pussy, need you to cum before i breed you mkay? work for me pretty, give me what i need.â mingi chews on his bottom lip, his moans filling your ears, youâre unable to look away from where his cock disappears into your cunt, the wet noises seemingly even louder now.
he slides inside with slippery ease and glides right back out coated in a sheen of white. over and over and over again. maddeningly deep and too fucking fast.
his eyebrows are knitted in such a pretty, concentrated expression, his cheekbones poking through his skin from where his mouth begins to part with every thrust that seems to only drag him further towards his own orgasm.
âcum for me, baby. wanna feel this pussy cum around me, wanna fill you up so bad. wanna give my beautiful girl a baby.â
and as always, you do as he says, shattering like glass while he fucks you through it, determined to drag your orgasm out of you until you've been completely wrung dry.
"atta girl." he growls through his teeth, leaning down and taking your nipple in his warm mouth, suckling and circling his thick tongue around the softness of it. "can't wait till these are full of milk," he moans around them, muffled. "i'm sure the baby wouldn't mind sharing."
it clicks with you then and there that he was completely serious. the man literally wanted you pregnant. he sinks his teeth into your areola, and you cry out when you feel him slow his hips to a punishing, intentional grind into your cunt.
"you're gonna make such a good mommy, baby." he drools around your nipple, stilling his hips and damn near whimpering like a bitch as he holds himself there. you could feel him spilling inside of you, hot ropes of cum that seep to the back of your cunt just right.
mingi purrs and groans while he rides it out, massaging the backs of your thighs, his cock throbbing deep inside of you.
sticky, filled, and spent. he doesn't move yet, holding himself inside of you while you both take a moment to catch your breath. when you shift underneath him, he pressed his palms harder against the backs of your thighs to hold you still.
"uh uh, don't move. tryna keep you plugged, can't have any spilling out right?" he smiles and trails wet kisses up the side of your neck and you sigh and relax under his body.
you hope to god it works, because you're not sure if you'd be able to handle another session of "trying" with him and make it out with your legs intact.
in which chan, who never sleeps with the same person twice, starts to realize that he can't keep away from you.
*Â°àż notes: made for this request! i've been feeling so burnt out lately, and this really helped ngl. tysm for requesting nonie~
fuckboy!Chris who never, ever fucks the same girl twice⊠until he meets you.
fuckboy!Chris who treats you like youâre just another number at firstâanother pretty face at some house party, thigh warm against his on a strangerâs couch, his hand lazily kneading at the bare skin because heâs already decided how the night ends. He gets your name once and then tells you his, slow and smug, testing how itâll sound when youâre moaning it back at him.
fuckboy!Chris whoâs so much fucking bigger when he crowds up against youâbroad chest, thick arms, thighs that bracket you and make you feel tiny even before he touches you. The kind of size that makes your brain go soft because you know he could just pick you up and put you where he wants you, and the worst part is how badly you want him to.
fuckboy!Chris who shoves your back against his bedroom door that first night, one hand sliding under your ass to haul you up. Your legs fly around his waist on instinct, and he holds it there, his grip firm, fingers digging into the soft skin of your thigh. You gasp against his mouth when your hips accidentally roll over the thick, hard line of his cock, and he laughs into the kiss, low and breathy.
âEasy,â he murmurs, teeth catching your bottom lip. âIâll take care of it.â
fuckboy!Chris who fucks like a man with something to prove. Heâs used to girls falling apart in ten minutes and heâs bored of it, so with you he takes his time just to see what happens. He lays you out on his bed, gets your dress rucked up around your hips, panties shoved to the side, and spends way too long just⊠looking. Big hands spreading you open so his thumb can swipe through your slick, middle finger teasing at your entrance but not pushing in yet.
fuckboy!Chris who talks you through it like heâs slipping under your skinâvoice all gravel and honey right by your ear while his thick cock stretches you out, inch by inch, until your nails leave crescents in his shoulders. He hitches your knees up high, folding you almost in half so your feet barely have anything to press against, your whole body pinned and helpless under the weight of him.
âThatâs it,â he groans, head dropping to your throat as he bottoms out, so deep you swear you feel him in your lungs. âTake all of it for me. Knew this pretty pussy could handle me.â
fuckboy!Chris who loses his mind over the size differenceâhow your hand looks when it wraps around just the base of him, how your thighs tremble against his ribs when he really starts to move. He watches you in the mirror across the room, the way your tits bounce with every rough snap of his hips, your face going slack and pretty when he hits that spot inside you over and over until your voice cracks.
âLook at you,â he pants, leaning back just enough to cage your wrists above your head with one hand, the other bracing under your thigh as he pounds into you. The bedframe slams the wall, your whimpers spilling into the room. âSo fucking pretty under me⊠you hear yourself? All those little noises just for my cock?â
fuckboy!Chris who swears he doesnât kiss girls, not really, not the way that mattersâbut somehow his mouth keeps finding yours mid-thrust, stealing your breath, swallowing your broken, wrecked sounds. He groans when your legs lock around his waist like youâre trying to keep him there forever, like youâd die if he pulled out.
âFuuuckâyeah, hold on to me,â he rasps, voice fraying. His forehead presses to yours, sweat-slick and desperate. âClingy little thing, arenât you? You want me to stay?â
fuckboy!Chris who was supposed to pull out. He always does. Thatâs the rule. No sleepovers, no cuddling, no finishing inside. But then your nails rake down his back and he feels you clamp down around him so tight he sees white.
His hips stutter, rhythm breaking as he drives into you harder, deeper, chasing it.
âShit, baby, Iâmâfuck, Iâm gonnaââ
He should pull back. He knows it. Instead his hand flies to your jaw, thumb pressing into your cheek as he forces your head up so youâre looking right at him when he spills, cock throbbing, hot and thick inside you. He groans into your open mouth, eyes squeezed shut.
âFuck⊠shit, look what you made me do,â he pants, staying buried, cock twitching as his cum leaks out around the seal of you, sticky and obscene.Â
fuckboy!Chris who tells himself thatâs it. One time. You were good, sure, but thereâs always someone else. Except then heâs in the shower later with his head against the tile, jerking himself off to the memory of your fucked-out face, the way you gasped when he lifted your hips and pushed you down onto him like a doll. He comes too fast, embarrassingly fast, and the worst part is he still isnât satisfied.
fuckboy!chris who tells himself he only comes back because youâre convenient. Because youâre close. Because youâre good. And you areâfuck, youâre good. You look up at him with those glassy eyes while youâre on top of him and he has to brace a hand against the mattress so he doesnât shake, veins in his forearms popping as he rasps out, âslow down, baby, fuckâ you tryna make me fall in love or what?â
fuckboy!Chris who starts seeing you everywhere after thatâyour lip gloss in the corner of his sheet, your hair tie on his nightstand, the faint bruise your teeth left on his throat. His phone lights up and he pretends heâs not waiting for your name, but his stomach flips every time itâs someone else.
fuckboy!Chris who texts you at 1:43 a.m. u up? fully expecting you to ignore him. When you actually answer, his fingers tighten around his phone, a slow grin spreading across his face.
yeah. why?
you know why, he sends back before he can talk himself out of it. come over.
fuckboy!Chris who never, ever fucks the same girl twiceâwho built a whole persona on that, on being untouchable, unbothered, too busy chasing the next warm body to even think about repeatsâuntil you.
Until heâs on his knees between your thighs the next time, shoulders spread wide against your inner legs, licking into you like a man starved because just feeling you around his cock isnât enough anymore. Until heâs growling against your pussy, voice rough and wrecked:
âGonna ruin you for everyone else, you know that? You feel what Iâm doing to you? No oneâs ever gonna have you like this but me.â
fuckboy!Chris who starts staying after. Heâll finish with youâdeep, messy, your cunt still fluttering around himâand then heâll realize heâs still inside you ten minutes later, just lazily rocking his hips while you whimper into his neck, your fingers tracing patterns on his back. He tells himself heâs just catching his breath, thatâs all.
fuckboy!Chris who hears his friends joking about how he never sticks around, never calls, never double-backs⊠and doesnât say anything about the fact heâs already been in your bed three times this week. Or the way his jaw tightens when you mention some guy from class, tongue pressed into his cheek when your phone lights up with another name while youâre straddling his lap.
fuckboy!Chris who suddenly gets really opinionated about your love life for someone who âdoesnât do relationships.â
âWhy you even talking to him?â he mutters, peeping over your shoulder at your phone. âHis texts are dry as hell. You seriously into that?â
fuckboy!Chris who pretends it doesnât bother him when you say, half-teasing, âRelax, youâre not my boyfriend,â after he snatches your phone and flips it screen-down. He scoffs, leans back on your pillows with his arms behind his head like heâs unbothered, shirt riding up just enough to show the cut lines of his stomach.
âI know,â he says. âIâd be a shit one.â
But he fucks you mean that night, rougher than usual, your knees hooked over his forearms as he drives into you, eyes dark and focused like heâs trying to fuck the word boyfriend right out of your vocabulary. Every thrust is deep, punishing, your breath hitching into little choked-off cries.
âNot your boyfriend,â he grits, hips slamming into the backs of your thighs. âBut you let me fuck you like this, yeah? You let me be the only one who sees you like this?â
fuckboy!Chris who canât stop talking once heâs in deep and losing it.
âLook at this little cunt,â he pants, eyes fixed where youâre stretched around him, where his cock disappears inside you again and again. âAlways so ready for me, always so tightâshit, bet youâd take whatever I give you, huh? Fingers, tongue, anything I want.â
You whine his name, broken and high, and feel him shudder behind you.
âFuck, youâre so fucking hot,â he gasps, eyes rolling to the back of his head. âYou were made for this fucking cock, swear to God.â
fuckboy!Chris who starts doing stupid things, out of nowhere. Like showing up with takeout on a night you didnât invite him. Like remembering how you take your coffee without ever meaning to. Like shrugging off his hoodie and tugging it over your head when you shiver, grumbling, âyou say you run hot and then complain about being cold, unreal,â while his brain quietly short-circuits at how cute you look in it.
fuckboy!Chris who gets reckless with his own rules. You spend the night once because itâs late, and then again because you âaccidentallyâ fall asleep on his chest, and then again because he mumbles, half-asleep, âJust stay, yeah?â into your hair, and you do.
fuckboy!Chris who wakes up hard against you, arm heavy over your waist, face tucked into your neck, and realizesâhorrifiedâthat he feels⊠calm. Not trapped, not itchy to leave. Just⊠good. Your breath soft and even, your hand curled around his fingers like you trust him with something fragile.
fuckboy!Chris who panics and pulls back. Starts answering slower. Starts making excuses. Starts trying to prove to himself heâs still the same as he was before you, going out more, letting girls press up on him in clubs, flirting just enough to remind himself he knows how.
fuckboy!Chris who canât follow through. He gets them back to his apartment, hands on autopilot, mouth saying all the right thingsâuntil they touch him in a way that isnât yours, until they laugh at the wrong moment, until they look up at him and he thinks, not you. Everything in him goes flat.
âActually,â he says once, stepping back with a crooked, apologetic grin, âI just remembered Iâve got an early morning.â
âNow?â she scoffs. âSeriously?âÂ
He shrugs, already walking her to the door. âYeah. Sorry, sweetheart.â
fuckboy!Chris who shuts the door on someone else and somehow ends up in his car, engine rumbling under his hands while his brain short-circuits. He tells himself heâs just going for a drive, just clearing his head. Definitely not typing your address into his GPS even though he could get there blindfolded by now.
fuckboy!Chris whoâs halfway up your buildingâs stairs before he realizes he doesnât have a reason to be there. No real one, anyway. Not one that doesnât sound pathetic when he says it out loud.
I missed you.
He stands outside your door for a full minute, fingers flexing uselessly at his sides, heartbeat loud in his ears. He almost turns around. Almost.
He knocks.
You open the door in an old t-shirt and tiny shorts, hair a little messy, eyes going wide when you see him.
âChris?â
He did not plan what to say. Panic hits so fast his brain grabs the first thing it can find.
âIâm sick,â he blurts.
You blink. ââŠWhat?â
âIâmââ he fakes a cough on the spot, winces at himself halfway through it and commits anyway, hunching his shoulders like heâs in a drama. âSâbad.â
Thereâs a beat of silence where you just stare at him, taking in the hoodie, the faint smell of cologne.
Then your mouth curls, unimpressed. âIf you wanted to come over to fuck,â you say flatly, âyou couldâve just said so.â
His ego flares like a personal emergency. Absolutely not. No way is he admitting that he bailed on another girl and came here because heâwhat, missed you? Needed you?
He coughs again.Â
âNah, Iâm serious,â he insists, putting a hand to his forehead like heâs checking for a fever. âThink Iâve got, like⊠the plague or some shit.â
You squint at him. âYou walked here with the plague.â
âDrove,â he corrects, like that helps. âDidnât wanna give it to anyone. âCept you, I guess. Sorry, baby.â
You exhale, half a laugh, half a sigh. âYouâre so stupid.â
But you step back to let him in.
fuckboy!Chris who instantly sheds his shoes and beelines for your couch like he lives there, flopping down with a dramatic groan. He drapes an arm over his eyes, other hand fisted in the hem of your throw blanket like heâs on his deathbed.
âLet me feel,â you mutter, stepping closer.
His brain promptly exits the chat.
âFeel what?â he asks, voice pitching up, because there are about five different answers heâd like to give that have nothing to do with health.
âYour forehead, dumbass.â You plant a hand on your hip.
He swallows and sits up a little, and it hits youâhe does look off. Not just tired. His hair is a little damp at the hairline, cheeks flushed in a way that doesnât look like his usual post-gym glow. His breathing isnât labored, exactly, but thereâs something⊠off-rhythm about it.
You reach out, press your palm flat to his forehead.
fuckboy!Chris who has had your hands on every inch of him and somehow still feels like heâs going to combust from the simple, cool weight of your palm on his skin. His eyes flutter shut on reflex, lashes brushing his cheeks, shoulders slumping.
âYouâre hot,â you say, even though heâs not.
He opens one eye. âIn a sexy way orââ
You smack his shoulder. âChristopher.â
He winces, but thereâs a ghost of a grin there. It fades when you lean in again, thumb brushing the side of his neck like youâre checking his pulse. Your brows knit.
âOn a scale of one to ten, how fake is this illness?â
He peeks at you from under his arm, lashes low. âNine point seven,â he admits. Then, quickly, âBut the part where I feel like shit is real.â
Your expression shifts, just a little. âHeadache?â
âYeah.â He swallows, the lie burying itself under the truth. âHeadache.â
You hover for a second longer, still clearly suspicious, then your shoulders drop. âYou couldâve just said you were having a bad night,â you mutter, brushing a bit of his hair back from his forehead with your fingers before you can stop yourself.
He goes very still under your touch.
âIâm having a bad night,â he says quietly.
fuckboy!Chris who says it like a joke at firstâeven now, his instinct is to twist everything into something lighter, something you can both laugh off later. But it sits between you too heavy to be funny, and when you donât immediately fire back, he realizes he said it a little too honest.
You exhale, the edge in your shoulders softening against your will.
âYeah,â you say quietly. âI kind of figured.â
You end up herding him toward your bedroom like heâs some oversized, sulky cat. He sits on the edge of your mattress, suddenly shy in a way that makes no sense given how many times heâs had you naked and begging under him.
âTop on or off?â you ask, rummaging for an extra blanket.
His brain immediately supplies a slideshow of you asking that in very different circumstances. His cock twitches in his sweats. Not the time, not the time, not the timeâ
âOn,â he croaks, in case his body betrays him.Â
You snort. âRelax, I wasnât trying to strip you. I just donât wanna wash hoodie lint out of my sheets if you start writhing around in your âdeath throes.ââ
âI donât writhe,â he mutters, which is a lie and you both know it.
You flick off the lamp by your dresser, leave the one by your bed on low. The room shrinks around the soft pool of light, everything quieter, edges blurred. You toss the extra blanket onto the mattress, then gesture.
âLie down properly,â you say.
He hesitates, then swings his legs up, sitting stiffly with his back against the headboard like heâs in a waiting room. His hands are flat on his thighs, fingers drumming restlessly.
You crawl onto the bed beside him, the mattress dipping with your weight. That gets his attention; his gaze tracks the movement of your body, the hem of your t-shirt riding up just a touch as you settle.
You pat your lap. âHere.â
His brows lift. âThere?â
âNo, the floor,â you deadpan. âYes, here.â
He stares at you like youâve offered him something dangerous and heâs not sure he should touch it. This is stupid, he thinks. Heâs put his head between your thighs without blinking and now heâs nervous about putting it on them.
âYou sure?â he asks, and even he can hear how rough it comes out.
You roll your eyes, softer this time. âChris. Câmere.â
fuckboy!Chris who has never, ever laid his head in anyoneâs lap in his life like this, not unless it was on the way to sliding down their body.Â
fuckboy!Chris who has never been shy about taking what he wants when it comes to your body, but somehow feels like heâs crossing a line just by shifting down the bed, turning, and easing his head onto your thighs. The mattress springs sigh, your warmth seeping through the thin cotton of your shorts.
You adjust him without ceremonyâone hand at the back of his neck, thumb rubbing at the tense knot there as you guide him until heâs exactly where you want him.
âBetter?â you ask.
He didnât know he needed this until the second his head finds the curve of you and everything inside him⊠drops. Unwinds. Lets go.
âYeah,â he breathes. âThatâs⊠good.â
Your hand finds his hair like itâs been waiting there all along. You start to card your fingers through the strands, slow and deliberate, nails scratching lightly at his scalp.
fuckboy!Chris who has taken you apart with his hands, his mouth, his bodyâwho has bent you and folded you and held you downâand yet somehow, this undoes him more than any of it.
His eyes slide shut before he can stop them. His shoulders, always so squared and ready for impact, gradually sink into the mattress. Every stroke of your fingers sends a little shiver down his spine, not sharp, not electricâjust⊠warm. Soothing. Intimate in a way he doesnât have a category for.
âTired?â you murmur after a moment.
âMm.â His voice vibrates against your thighs. âYeah.â
âHow bad was it?â you ask quietly. âYour day.â
He swallows. His first instinct is to say it was fine. To make a joke. To say something glib and easy that keeps everything on the surface where itâs always been safe for him.
Instead, your nails catch on a tender spot behind his ear and his answer slips out softer than he means it to.
âShit,â he says. âIt was shit.â
You hum, fingers never stopping. âYeah?â
He could tell you about the girl he almost fucked tonight and couldnât. About how he stood in his own kitchen with someoneâs hands on him and felt⊠nothing. About the way his chest has been tight for days, like thereâs a fist around his ribs that only loosens when youâre close.
Instead, he swallows it all down.
âDoesnât matter now,â he mutters.
You donât push. You donât pry it open or ask for details or turn his bad day into a post-mortem. You just make a quiet, noncommittal sound and keep stroking his hair, nails lightly scratching at his scalp in slow, steady passes.
Itâs such a small kindness it shouldnât knock the air out of him.
But it does.
He feels it in the way his body reactsâlike some invisible tension wire inside his chest finally snaps loose. His shoulders sink further into the mattress, muscles unspooling one by one as your fingers comb through his curls, carding from his hairline all the way back to the nape of his neck.
He lets out a sound he doesnât recognize.
Itâs tiny. Half-sigh, half-whine. It slips out of him on the exhale, vibration buzzing against the soft skin of your thigh. He goes still immediately after, like he can pull it back in by force.
Youâre an angel for pretending you didnât hear it.
Your hand just changes angle, fingertips dragging from his temple, over the shell of his ear, back to that spot at the base of his skull. You circle there, gentle pressure and lazy scratches that make his toes curl in his socks.
He doesnât mean to, but another little noise escapes himâdeeper this time, a soft, broken-edged hum that sounds suspiciously like a whimper.
âFeels that good?â you murmur, almost amused.
His cheeks burn. âShut up,â he mutters, but it comes out breathy, not sharp at all.
âDidnât say it was a bad thing,â you say. Your thumb strokes along his hairline, catching the dampness there, smoothing the flyaways back. Your nails skim his scalp again, slower, firmer.
He shudders.
The hand on your leg tightens, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh like he needs something to hold on to. His other hand, the one on his chest, slides lower to grip the hem of his hoodie, knuckles going white as he clenches.
You keep touching him like you have all the time in the world. No rush, no goal, just long, repetitive strokes that make his thoughts blur at the edges.
Itâs obscene, almost, how good it feels. Every drag of your fingers through his hair sends a warm, lazy heat spilling down his spine, settling in his chest, his stomach, the backs of his knees.
âMm,â he hums, eyes squeezing shut when you scratch a little harder at his scalp. âFuck, thatâsâŠâ
He trails off, jaw slackening. Another small sound slips out, embarrassingly close to a whine. It makes the corner of your mouth twitch.
âGood?â you supply.
âYeah,â he breathes. âSâgood. So good.â
You slow it down even more, changing the patternâfingers threading through his curls, separating them, letting them slip through the spaces between your knuckles. You use the pads of your fingers to massage small circles into his scalp, working from one side to the other, like youâre trying to erase every leftover thought clinging to his brain.
His breathing changes.
Itâs softer now, coming in slow pulls. Every exhale brushes warm over the inside of your thigh. You can feel the way his body keeps reacting in tiny involuntary flinches: the twitch of his shoulders when you scratch behind his ear, the little kick of his foot when you drag your nails right at the nape.
A soft, breathy whimper falls out of him, high in his chest, broken off halfway like he tried to swallow it and failed.
You donât stop. If anything, your touch gentles, fingertips tracing the curve of his skull with almost ridiculous care.
âThere you go,â you murmur, more to him than anything. âJust relax.â
He lets out a helpless huff of laughter. âI am,â he says, voice fuzzy. âThatâs the problem.â
âIs it?â you ask.
He doesnât answer, not really. Just hums again, the sound low and wrecked, pressing his cheek more firmly against your thigh like heâs trying to burrow inside it.
You can feel how warm he is. Not sick, not feverish, just thoroughly undone. His lashes lie dark against his cheeks, his mouth parted around soft, involuntary breaths. The notorious fuckboy, the one who always has the upper hand, the exit strategy, the next optionâreduced to a whimpering puddle because youâre playing with his hair.
Your fingers slide down, combing through the curl at his nape, then drifting to stroke the side of his neck. You trace absent patterns thereâlittle loops and lines that make his pulse jump under your touch.
He squeezes your thigh, a small, desperate gesture.
fuckboy!chan who starts to melt in earnest, muscles slack, hand slipping from a grip on your thigh to a loose, warm weight. Every so often, he makes a soundâtiny, half-formed, the kind of whine heâd mock someone else forâbut heâs too blissed-out to care.
If he could hear himself, heâd be mortified. If his friends could see him, heâd never live it down.
But itâs just you here. Just you and the soft light and the quiet and the gentle drag of your fingers through his hair. And for once, he lets himself have this without thinking about what it looks like.
Without thinking about what it means.
He tips his head a little to the side, just enough that his nose brushes the inside of your thigh through the fabric. He inhales, deep and slow, like heâs trying to memorize your scent. Your hand automatically slides down again, cupping the back of his head, thumb stroking behind his ear.
âYâgonna fall asleep on me?â you ask after a while, voice barely above a whisper.
âMaybe,â he whispers back. His words are getting fuzzy at the edges, each one a little slower than the last. âYouâre⊠dangerous, you know that? Could get anything you want from me like this.â
âGood to know,â you say, amused. âIâll start drafting my list.â
He huffs a quiet laugh that dissolves into a tiny, breathy âahââ when your nails scratch lightly behind his ear again. His toes curl under the blanket. He has never been this defenseless in front of anyone, and somehow it doesnât scare him. It just⊠feels right.
âYou are so adorable, Channie,â you murmur without thinking, the words slipping out on a breath.
His entire body jolts.
Heat rushes up his neck, flooding his face, his chest. He feels it burn all the way to the tips of his ears. A strangled noise catches in his throat and he grips your thigh again, harder this time, fingers biting into your skin.
He doesnât know what to do with that. With you. With the way his tough-guy persona, the fuckboy mask, all of it feels so flimsy in the face of this quiet, devastating tenderness.
So he doesnât do anything.
He just lies there, whimpery and boneless, letting you pet him like heâs yours. Letting himself be soft where no one else can see.
fuckboy!Chris who can talk you through every way he wants to fuck you, who can narrate your own pleasure back to you in filthy detail without flinchingâcompletely wordless now beneath your hands, all his slick lines burnt away by the simple, devastating luxury of being petted and held.
fuckboy!Chris who thought heâd come over tonight to take the edge off, to use your body like a distractionânow humming quietly into the softness of your stomach, eyes half-closed, letting you turn him into a whimpery, pliant mess with nothing more than your fingers in his hair and the steady warmth of your lap.
best friend! Kim đąó Ąeungmin x f!reader x campus crush! Bang đhan 9,193 words
in đŠhich: you can do nothing but complain to your best friend seungmin about the thin walls of your apartment and your roommateâs relentless sex life driving you insane. you donât have to guts to admit to him that sometimes you actually listened in, hoping that her hot boyfriend, chris, was pounding into you instead. but seungmin isn't stupid, and he helps you give chris a taste of his own medicine.
content warnings & tags: this honestly became way smuttier than I had expected tbh, so proceed with caution. voyeurism !! 65% of this is dom! seung and the rest needy! chan. eventual threesome, degradation, use of toy, orgasm denial(?), lots and lots of name-calling, masturbation (f), oral (f & m recieving), unprotected sex, lots of things tbh, so lmk if i missed anything! sexual content ahead, viewer discretion is advised.
conversations with seungmin were like slipping into your favourite worn-out hoodie; something that you don't even remember when it had become a constant in your life.Â
you were on the phone now, sprawled across your bed, your laptop abandoned somewhere near your feet, whining about the latest group assignment while he laughedâloud, unfiltered, the kind that made your stomach flip even when you pretended it didnât.
ââand then this idiot submits the wrong file, so now weâre all scrambling like headless chickens,â you groaned, flopping dramatically onto your pillow.
seungmin snorted. âsounds like karma for calling my coding project âa glorified calculator appâ last week.â
you laughed despite yourself. âprof seemed to agree with me if i remember correctly.â
he scoffed, already launching into a dramatic defense of his work, when suddenly you heard it. the soft click of the door. followed by hushed giggles. footsteps. your stomach dropped.
âoh no,â you muttered.Â
âwhat happened?â seungmin asked, confused at the sudden change in your voice.
before you could answer, the muffled sound of voices drifted through the thin walls. your roommate. and her boyfriend.
âugh,â you groaned, dragging a hand down your face. âitâs happening. again.â
seungmin laughed. because of course he did, with your misery being his main source of entertainment. âwhat is?â
âitâs sooha and her boyfriend. chris? iâd told you about them, remember?â you replied, lowering your voice instinctively. âthey can not keep it in their pants, man, i swear. sheâs been dating this guy for, like, two weeks now, and almost every day they decide our dorm is their personal love hotel. itâs so fucking annoying.â
âsucks to be you,â seungmin said, completely unhelpful and way too used to your roommateâs antics.
you huffed, half annoyed, half exhausted, and he moved on, ranting about something else entirely. some professor. some deadline. his voice droned comfortably in your ear, familiar and grounding, and yet your attention betrayed you.
because the noises didnât stop, they never did.Â
they only continued till you felt like you were losing your mind.
to be honest, it wasnât truly even that bad. your rooms were on the opposite ends of the cozy living room, and the walls were thick enough that you could continue with your work without needing to blast music at full volume if you were focused enough.Â
but it was never about the sounds, no matter how much you told yourself, but it was always about his presence.Â
the noises started almost immediatelyâ soft at first, the creak of the mattress in the next room, her breathy laugh turning into something softer, needier. then his low murmur, the kind that carried just enough bass to vibrate through the wall. you could picture it too clearly: his hands on her waist, her head tipping back, the way the bedframe would tap rhythmically against the wall soon enough.
you swallowed hard.
âhey? you there?â seungminâs voice sharpened, his concern cutting through the haze.
you blinked, grounding yourself. âwhat?â
âyou went quiet,â he said. âyou okay, angel?â
of course he noticed. he always did. he knew your pauses, your tells, the way your breathing changed when something was wrong. and now this, apparently.
âyeah. yeah, of course,â you said quickly, laughing a little at your awkwardness. âsorry. iâm just⊠yeah. itâs nothing. continue.â
but it wasnât nothing.
youâd complained to him countless times about your roommate. about the noise, the lack of boundaries, the frustration of trying to study or sleep through it all.Â
what you didnât tell him was the part that made your stomach twist with guilt. the part you buried so deep you barely admitted it to yourself.
that sometimes, in the quiet moments when you were alone with your thoughts, your imagination betrayed you. that sometimes you pictured her boyfriend in places he had no right to be.Â
the idea unsettled you as much as it lingered, and the shame of it burned hotter than the thought itself.
âi need to go now,â the muffled sound of seungmin getting up and moving around brought you back. âyou sure youâre okay? you can come by if you feel too uncomfortable or something? iâll just tell the guys to rescheduleââ
âno, no, minnie, that wonât be necessary, iâm fine. thank you for offering though,â you say. âsorry for making you worry, i was just⊠thinking about what weâre gonna do with the project.â
âokay then,â he didnât sound convinced, but didnât press further. âall the best, angel.â he ended the call, and silence settled in, making it harder for you to ignore the couple next door.Â
it had been weeks since your last call with seungmin. assignments, group meetings, finals prep; the usual excuses had kept you both busy and orbiting around each other at a safe distance.Â
quick waves across the lecture hall, a shared eye-roll during a particularly brutal presentation, but no real time. no late-night rants, no movie marathons, no accidental silences that meant too much.
now that your exams were finally over, it felt as if a weight had been lifted, and you had called seungmin over to make up for lost time.Â
you hummed to yourself as you fired off yet another text, wearing your most comfortable tank top and shorts; double, triple checking if he had picked up all the snacks you had asked him for;Â
seung
seungmiinnnnnnn
u got the spicy ramen right?
AND the chips i told u about??
DONâT YOU DARE FORGET THE SOJU
minnniee my loveeeee
pls come quick baby iâm starving
his reply was instant, predictably teasing;
crazy how you only care about me when i bring snacks
yes mom i have everything
stop spamming or iâll eat them all in the hallway
you practically skipped out of your room when the doorbell rang, bare feet padding across the cool floor, already rehearsing the dramatic âfinally!â you were going to greet him with.
but then you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw him.Â
chris was sitting on the couch, legs spread comfortably, elbows on his knees, thumbs flying across his phone screen with that same focused frown youâd seen a hundred times from across campus. he looked up when you froze in the doorway, and his expression softened instantly into that polite, disarming smile.
âhey,â he said, voice low and easy. his gaze flicked over youâ quick, not lingering, but enough to make heat crawl up your neck anyway. you were suddenly hyper-aware of the thin strap slipping off one shoulder, the way the shorts rode up your thighs when you shifted.
âsoohaâs not here,â you voiced your first thought, because apparently your brain had forgotten the concept of small talk.
âoh, yeah i know,â he looked sheepish.Â
no matter what complicated feelings you had about him and sooha, you still knew chris was a good person, who was oblivious to whatever was shared between you and his girlfriend.Â
and standing there alone with him now, you felt a pang of guilt for how thoroughly you had been avoiding him on campus these past weeks, your eyes finding everyone but his when he waved or smiled at you from across the room.Â
âsorry for coming here unannounced,â he continued, âbutââ
the doorbell rang again, cutting him off, followed almost immediately by seungminâs unmistakable voice.
âyah, did you die or something? open up before i eat all your snacks! donât test me!â
you laughed despite yourself, the tension cracking like thin ice as you excused yourself, hurrying to the door.
âi had literally been standing here for, like, three hours,â seungmin complained as soon as you opened the door, his hands reaching to loosen the tie he was still wearing from his part-time job. then suddenly his expression shifted, eyes sliding past you to the living room. âchan hyung? what are you doing here?â
âchan⊠what?â you echoed faintly, stepping aside to let him in, your brain short-circuiting at how easily that nickname had rolled off seungminâs tongue.
chris looked up, surprised, then grinned wide. âminnie?âÂ
seungmin stepped fully inside, kicking the door shut behind him, eyes darting between you and chris like he was trying to solve a math problem in real time.
you moved on autopilot, taking the bags from seungminâs hands and mumbling, âiâll just⊠put these in my room,â before you heard the two of them exchange a few words, laughter spilling out effortlessly. you softly clicked your bedroom door shut behind you and leaned against it for a second, breathing.
what the actual fuck?
a few moments later the knob turned. seungmin slipped inside, eyes comically wide, voice dropping to a dramatic whisper the second the latch caught.
âwhen you said soohaâs horny ass boyfriend was chris, you meant chan hyung?â he was unsure whether he found this funny or horrifying.Â
âhow do you know your chan hyung anyway?â you huffed, somehow feeling annoyed at this new information as you plopped down on the edge of your bed, arms crossed over your chest. Â
âwe used to go to the same high school... was in the same friend group for a while,â he said with a soft smile, his eyes drifting to the way your breasts looked pushed up for a split second. âand we had a few classes together this semester, too,âÂ
he didnât mention the part where theyâd fucked girls in the same room, sometimes at the same time.
âwell then how come you never mentioned this friend of yours?â you muttered. your annoyance hid something worse; embarrassment.Â
seungmin shrugged, an amused smile on his face. âi mean⊠i donât know, you never asked? heâs just someone, yâknow? it just never came up.â
he dragged your desk chair over and sat facing you, knees almost touching yours. the easy teasing from earlier was gone; now he was watching you carefully, like he could see the embarrassed flush creeping up your cheeks and the way your fingers found the hem of your tank top, an obvious nervous tick.
you huffed, trying to play it off. âgreat. so iâve been ranting to you about this guy for weeks, and youâre just⊠casually friends with him. fan-fucking-tastic.â
seungminâs mouth twitched, fighting a smile. âto be fair, you never said his name until like⊠a month in. plus, i think i know like, i don't know, three chris-es? câmon. i just never connect the dots.â
you groaned, flopping backward onto the mattress, arms over your face. âi hate everything.â
he laughed fondly, shaking his head at your reaction. a silence washed over the room as he watched you, giving your thoughts room to drift back to months earlier, when it had all begun.
you and sooha were civil in the way strangers sharing a small space learn to be.Â
polite smiles. short conversations about laundry schedules and whose turn it was to take out the trash. you never fought, but you never clicked either. there was nothing to talk about, no shared humor, no late-night confessions. just co-existence.
and then there was chris.
you were strangers at first, your life more peaceful when you didnât know of his existence.Â
but then one mundane day you saw him, laughing with his friends, and something about the way he just existed made everything else blur.Â
you only knew he was a semester ahead of you, nothing else, but ever since then, you seemed to find him everywhere.Â
the library steps. the cafe outside the campus. outside your lecture hall. he always smiled at you when your gazes met, not in a way that felt intrusive, just⊠warm. polite. but somehow intentional enough to feel that his eyes always found yours. enough to make your chest feel oddly tight every time.
a few nights later, you told sooha, the day a blur of cheap alcohol and lowered defenses. your living room smelled like spilled soju and burnt popcorn, and the music from someone elseâs room thudded through the walls. you remember sitting cross-legged on the couch, both of you giggling at nothing, courage borrowed from the green bottles.
âyou know chris, the one with the australian accent? i think i have the biggest crush on that man. he's soo fine,â you giggled between hiccups, the first time you had admitted that fact to yourself.Â
sooha had gone quiet, just looked at you with those unreadable eyes, then shrugged. âcool.â
you'd laughed it off, feeling happy with your first genuine interaction with your roommate, and had passed out on your bed still in your jeans.
and then the next day, head heavy from the hangover and clothes sticking to your body, you found chris on your living room couch.Â
kissing sooha.Â
chris's eyes flicked to you for half a secondâ surprise, maybe guiltâ before sooha pulled him back in deeper, choosing to ignore your presence.Â
you'd slammed your door as you retreated back into your room, hangover soup or a shower be damned. after that day, your secret stayed buried, known only to you.Â
that was the moment resentment took root. you told yourself that it was about loyalty. about boundaries. there was hatred, yes, but not just for her, although she carried the weight of it.Â
but if you were honest, the ache burned brighter whenever you saw him. for her getting to taste what you'd only daydreamed about. for the casual way she'd claimed something you'd never even had the courage to reach for.Â
at first, it was more than just the noise that annoyed you. it was the inconsideration, the timing, the way they never seemed to care if you were studying or trying to sleep. you complained about it endlessly, venting to seungmin, shoving headphones over your ears.
until one night, something shifted.
you were lying on your bed, laptop open, a movie playing that you had lost the plot to hours ago. and like clockwork, the sounds started again.
you waited for irritation to rise. for anger. for that familiar knot of resentment.
it didnât come.Â
instead, for once, the noises weren't loud enough.
you shifted, thighs pressing together almost automatically. the bedframe started its steady rhythmâslow at first, then building. you could hear the hitch in her breathing, the way it caught and released. but your mind wasn't on her anymore.
it was on him. always.Â
your body moved without asking for permission, your cheek pressing against the door before you had even registered leaving the bed. there was a heat that didnât belong, coiling low in your stomach. your thoughts turned traitor, slipping into places you hadnât allowed them to go.
you hated it. you hated yourself for it. yet still, that didnât stop you.
you fell to the ground as your hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts without thinking, without letting yourself think.
shame flared hot behind your eyes, but what was hotter was the way you imagined chris's hands, the same ones you'd seen gripping her waist that first day, sliding up your sides instead. his mouth on your neck, the plush lips giving you wet and sloppy kisses, marking you. his hips rolling into you with that same deliberate pace, making the frame knock just like that. the low groan you'd heard him make once or twice, rough and wrecked, vibrating through the wall and straight into your core.
your breath came shorter, fingers brushing over sensitive skin, already slick from nothing more than imagination and sound. it was humiliating how fast it built.
every thrust in the next room echoed in your head as if it were yours. suddenly his weight was pinning you down, fingers tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to make you gasp. âyou enjoying this, huh?â he smirked, his voice making your core vibrate. he said your name, his lips touching your ears, his voice low, broken, and desperate.
you bit your lip to stay quiet, but a small whimper escaped anyway.
the rhythm picked upâfaster, harderâand so did your hand, circling, pressing, chasing.
when you came, you let out a load moan, your body feeling limp and hot.Â
you opened your eyes and you saw no one but yourself on the mirror in front of you, your arousal staining the floor and your nipples hard against your tshirt, shorts abandoned somewhere near your ankles.Â
the emptiness of the room hit you like a shockwave; sharp, silent, shameful. you lay there afterward with heavy breaths, heart hammering, staring at the ceiling with wet fingers and burning cheeks.
you hated how good it felt.
you hated even more that you knew you'd do it again.
seungminâs low laugh pulled you back to the present like a hand pulling you from under water.
you blinked, realizing youâd been staring at nothingâlost somewhere between the memory of that first humiliating night and the present, where your thighs were pressed so tightly together the muscle ached, your breathing shallow and uneven.
he was still sitting in the chair heâd dragged over, elbows on his knees, close enough that you could see the mole under his left eye, and the faint dusting of red on his cheeks and ears.Â
âyour breathingâs all fucked up, angelâ he said quietly, no teasing this time. just observation. clinical, almost. âand your thighsââ his gaze dropped deliberately to where your legs were clamped shut, then flicked back up to your face. ââare clenched so hard iâm afraid of what iâll see when i push them apart.â
heat flooded your cheeks so fast you felt dizzy.
you opened your mouth to deny it, to laugh it off, to say anything that would make this moment less realâ but nothing came out.
seungmin didnât look away.
instead, the corner of his mouth lifted, just a fraction, just enough to make your stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with embarrassment.
âdo you listen?â he asked, voice so soft it barely carried. âwhen chan fucks her. when he gets loud. do you⊠listen in?â
âiââ you tried to say, but all that came out was a breathy gasp as seungmin put his hands on either side of you, caging you between him and the mattress. his breath tickled your neck, and you shivered.Â
but you never let those thoughts linger, no matter how hard that was for you, because losing him would gut you worse than any crush ever could.
you stared at him nowâ really staredâ and saw the boy whoâd held your hair back after too many shots, whoâd stayed up until dawn helping you cram for midterms, whoâd once driven across town at 2 a.m. because your voice cracked on the phone and you couldnât say why.
but right now, with his face buried in your neck, pupils dark and steady, that careful boundary felt paper-thin.
âseungmin,â you whispered, hands clutching his arm to⊠push him away? but your hands stayed in place, involuntarily giving his arm a squeeze to ground yourself.Â
on hearing your fragile voice, seungmin pulled back a bit, and your body instinctively arched forward at the absence of his warmth.Â
he searched your eyes for a moment. âyouâve been disturbed by their noise for so fucking long.â he said, voice just as low, âmaybe itâs time you gave him a taste of his own medicine, angel.âÂ
your breath faltered at his proposition, the weight of what he was implying settling between you. but before the words could fully sink in, his mouth finally found the side of your neck.
a surprised, sharp gasp tore out of you. his lips were warm, soft at first, then firmer as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss just under your jaw. heat exploded under your skin like someone had struck a match. your hands flew to his shouldersânot pushing, just⊠holding on.
he pulled back again just enough to meet your eyes, a slight frown at your tense reactions.Â
âhey,â he said, voice rougher yet somehow softer now. âthis doesnât have to change anything between us. this is just me⊠helping my best friend take some revenge.â his thumb brushed your cheek, gentle, even if his gaze burned. âif you donât want this, any of it, tell me to stop. tell me and iâll stop right now.â
your mouth was dry. your whole body felt like it was vibrating.
you searched his face, looking for the joke, the safety net, the signs of mirth on his face after he would prank you. it wasnât there.
all you saw was him. waiting. wanting.Â
but still giving you the power to end it.
but you were just a girl, with a stupidly attractive best friend whom you trusted more than yourself.
âdonât stop,â you whispered, your lips desperately reaching for his. you felt him smile against your lips as he finally kissed you, and he kissed like he had been wanting this for years. like he wasnât just helping you get revenge.Â
his mouth found your collarbone again, and the way he groaned gave you an inkling that maybe the times he had stared at your neck was not him just admiring your necklaces. suddenly, you felt something sharpâhis hand pulled a fistful of your hair to gain better accessâ and you expected to feel pain at his rough actions, but instead, you let out the loudest moan.Â
outside the room, you heard a thud, as if something had fallen.Â
âthatâs right, baby,â seungmin smirked, giving your hair another pull. âyouâve got to scream for me tonight, show him what heâs been missing,âÂ
seungminâs hands were firm on your hips as he pushed you back onto the mattress, the springs dipping under your combined weight as he lay your head on the pillow. you landed with a soft bounce, breath catching, and before you could even process the shift, he was hovering over you, knees bracketing your thighs, one palm planted beside your head, caging you in without touching you anywhere you desperately wanted him to yet.
his eyes were dark, amused, predatory in a way youâd never seen directed at you before. the boy who used to steal your fries and fall asleep on your shoulder during movie marathons was goneâ in his place was someone who looked like heâd been waiting to unravel you for longer than youâd ever suspected.
you tried to steady your breathing, tried to look at anything but at his face, only for your gaze to snag on the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders, the faint sheen of sweat already gathering at his throat.
then he moved.
he shifted to the side, reaching for your nightstand drawer with casual familiarity, like heâd done it a hundred times before. the drawer scraped open and your stomach dropped.
no. no fucking way.Â
âyou think i donât know about this?â he pulled it out slowlyâyour slim, purple vibrator, the one you kept buried under chargers and old files like it was national secrets. the same one youâd used on those nights when chrisâ low groans had pushed you over the edge faster than you cared to admit.
seungmin held it up between two fingers, turning it lazily so the light caught the smooth surface. then he looked back at you, smirking, looking triumphant.Â
your face was already burning, but the heat that rushed through you now felt nuclear. you wanted to disappear into the mattress, wanted to snatch it from him. you wantedâfuckâyou wanted him to keep looking at you like that.
âyouâre not as slick as you think you are, angelâ he murmured, voice low and velvet-smooth. his thumb flicked the base onceâjust onceâand the toy buzzed to life for a split second before he clicked it off again. âiâve heard it through the wall more times than i can count.â
your mouth fell open. no sound came out.
he leaned down until his lips brushed the shell of your ear. âevery time you think youâre being quiet? every time you bite your pillow so hard and think i canât hear?â he dragged the cool tip of the vibrator lightly down your chest, grazing your hard nipple over the thin tank top. you arched without meaning to. âi know exactly what you sound like when you come, baby. and i know youâve thought about me fucking you just as much as youâve thought about chan.â
a whimper slipped out before you could stop it. seungmin pulled back just enough to meet your eyes again. his smile was slow, filthy.
âsuch a little slut,â he said softly, almost tenderly. âgetting off to the sound of your roommate getting railed. using this pathetic thing while you pretend itâs his cock instead.â he pressed the vibrator against your inner thighâstill off, just the promise of it making your skin crawlâand dragged it upward in a lazy line.Â
âbut tonight? tonight youâre gonna make noise for real. loud enough that chan canât pretend he doesnât hear. loud enough that heâll lie there next to her wondering whoâs making his sweet little neighbor sound like sheâs being ruined.â
your thighs trembled. you couldnât look away from him. âminâŠâÂ
he clicked the vibrator onâlowest settingâand settled it against the damp cotton of your shorts, directly over your swollen clit. the thin fabric dragged deliciously against you with every tiny buzz, giving the sweetest friction, but also the worst kind of tease, because it still kept him so far away that your hips already ached to shove the barrier aside.
you gasped, sharp,and involuntary, and seungminâs free hand shot up to cover your mouth, thumb pressing against your bottom lip.
âuh-uh,â he whispered. ânot yet. save it. i want him to hear every fucking sound you make when i finally let you fall apart.â
he dragged the toy in slow, torturous circles, watching your face the entire time, watching the way your brows knit, the way your hips jerked despite yourself.
âtell me,â he said, voice rougher now. âtell me you want him to hear how wet you get for me. tell me you want him to get jealous.â
your head thrashed once against the pillow, the words stuck in your throat, thick with shame and need.
seungmin leaned in, lips grazing yours, just a tease. âsay it,â he breathed. âor i stop.â
you swallowed. your voice came out wrecked, barely there. âi⊠i want him to hear.â
âhear what?â
âhow wet you make me, min,â you cried out, desperate for more. âi want him to hear how wet i get for you.â
seungminâs eyes flashed. âgood girl.â
with one hand, he reached for his tie, and the sight of him taking it off was enough to make you cum. he caught your wrists in his hands, tying them with the satin fabric before turning the vibrator up a notch.Â
and then he kissed you again, claiming, while his other hand shoved your shorts and panties aside just enough to press the toy directly against your bare skin.
the first real moan tore out of you before you could stop it. loud. unmistakable.
âthatâs it baby, make him hear how much you enjoy being heard.â seungmin felt it. the way your hips jerked up against the vibrator. the way your thighs trembled around his knee. he chuckled.
âoh, you like that, donât you,â he said, almost sweetly. âyou like knowing heâs right there, hearing you fall apart for someone else.â he clicked the vibrator up one more setting. the buzz intensified, ripping a sharp gasp from your throat before you could swallow it down.
âlouder,â he ordered, pressing the toy firmer, grinding it in tight circles that made your vision blur at the edges. âcome on, show me how much of a whore you are.â
you whimpered, high and needy, and seungminâs free hand slid up to cup your throat, not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you know whoâs in control.Â
âminnie⊠ah, seungmin, iâm so close,â you were surprised at your ability to form words, for all that was currently occupying your brain was seungmin, seungmin, seungmin.Â
it was all to much, the buzz of the vibrator hitting your swollen clit, his hands around your throat and your inability to do anything. and worse of all? the way he was looking at you.Â
ânot yet,â he turned the vibrator off, throwing it aside. you cried out, your needy whimpers making him smirk. he removed your shorts and panties, and his eyes seemed hypnotised by the way your juices were spilling out, already making a wet spot on your bedsheet.Â
âlook at you,â he breathed, and for the first time that night, he was the one who looked speechless.Â
in an instant, his mouth was on your cunt, his tongue making patterns on your wet walls that made you see stars. as if that werenât enough, without warning he pushed his finger inside you, making you scream, fighting against the restraints your hands were tied in.Â
âsuch a fucking slut,â he murmered, the vibrations of his voice against your skin making your hips jerk. âgetting wet at the thought of him hearing you, arenât you? picturing him on the other side of the wall while you leak all over my face like a desperate little whore.â
your breath hitched, and you felt fresh heat flood between your legs at the words. you wanted to deny it, to close your thighs, anything to hide how true it was, but your body betrayed you: another involuntary roll of your hips chasing the pressure, a tiny, broken sound slipping out before you could stop it.
he chuckled, dark and knowing, his free hand coming up to push your tank top aside and grip your breast, giving your nipple a firm squeeze. âyeah, there it is. listen to yourself. bet youâd come even harder if he knocked right now, didnât you? if he walked in and saw what a pathetic, cock-hungry mess you turn into the second someone teases this slutty cunt.â
he inserted another finger inside you, and your back arched off the bed with a choked moan. your cheeks burned; shame and arousal twisted so tight in your stomach you could barely breathe. you shook your head weakly, no, no, thatâs too much, you wanted to say, but your hips kept grinding, the sound of his digits pumping in and out of your slick folds filling the room.Â
âtell me exactly what you want him to hear. go on, paint the picture for me, you desperate fucking whore. do you want him to hear you moaning my name? begging for cock like the needy bitch you are? orââ his voice dropped even lower, lips coming up to brush yours as he spoke, ââdo you want him to hear you be ruined? scream it loud enough that he knows exactly what a dripping, shameless slut is in the other room?â
your hips bucked once, twice, chasing harder pressure you werenât allowed to have yet. shame burned hot in your cheeks, your chest, but it only made you wetter, slicker, more frantic.
he felt it. of course he did. âdonât you dare hold back now,â he growled, nose brushing yours. âsay it. tell me you want him to hear you come so hard the bed shakes. tell me you want him to know youâre getting off thinking about his cock while i play with your greedy little hole. use your fucking words, angel,â
your throat worked, lips trembling as another helpless roll of your hips grounded his fingers deeper against you. any remnant of denial was gone; only raw, humiliating need left.
âi⊠i want him to hear me come,â you whispered, voice cracking, barely above a breath. âfuck, minâ i want him to hear how loud i get⊠how wet i get for you⊠how much i need⊠how much i need your cock inside me,â
your eyes fluttered shut for a second, mortified, but your body kept movingâsmall, desperate thrusts against his fingers like you couldnât stop even if you tried.
he laughed softly, cruel and pleased, rewarding you with a rougher pace and another finger that ripped a choked moan from your throat.
âgood girl. thatâs my nasty fucking slut.â he murmured, lips grazing your ear again. âkeep going. tell me youâd let him listen every night if i told you to. tell me youâd spread these legs wider just so he could hear how filthy you really are.â
âi⊠i would,â your breath came in short, ragged gasps now, thighs quivering, clit throbbing. you were shaking now, teetering right on the edge, humiliated and so unbearably turned on you could cry. âp-please seungmin, iâm so close,â you moaned, your voice hoarse from your screams. âplease, let me cum,â
âyouâve deserved it baby,â he chuckled, his tongue finding your clit again. âcum for me, my filthy little angel,â he commanded, voice thick with satisfaction as he sucked your clit between his lips, humming deep so the buzz traveled everywhere. âdonât you dare hold back. scream itâloud enough for him to hear every fucking second of how wrecked you get for me. let the whole damn apartment know what a desperate, dripping slut you turn into when i own this pussy.â
your body obeyed before your mind could catch up. the coil snapped hard, white-hot pleasure ripping through you in violent waves. your back arched off the bed, thighs clamping around his head as a raw, broken scream tore from your throat: his name, over and over, ragged and shameless, repeated like the only prayer you knew. âfuckâseungmin! yesâfuck! yes!â
each pulse of your orgasm milked more slick from you, coating his tongue, his chin, the sheets beneath. you shook uncontrollably, fingers twisting in the restraints, your thighs around his head pulling him closer even as overstimulation made you whimper.Â
tears pricked your eyes from the intensity, cheeks burning with the fresh wave of humiliationâheâd made you loud, made you obvious, and god, it only made the aftershocks hit harder.
he didnât let up right away, lapping lazily through the mess as you trembled, murmuring against your oversensitive flesh. âthatâs it⊠good girl⊠screaming like the needy whore that you are.â
the aftershocks still rippled through you in slow, lingering waves. your body felt molten, legs splayed open, chest heaving, seungminâs tie still circling your wrists, no longer tight, loosened by every restless movement youâd made. the sheets beneath you were a mess, damp and cooling where your release had soaked through. seungminâs mouth was slick with you, chin glistening as he finally lifted his head, eyes dark and shining with satisfaction.
he crawled up your body slowly, deliberately, pressing soft, wet kisses along your stomach, your throat, the corner of your mouth. âfuck,â he breathed against your lips, voice wrecked and soft. âyou sounded so pretty screaming my name like that. think the whole building heard.â
you managed a shaky laugh, half sob, too overwhelmed to form words. your clit still throbbed faintly from overstimulation, every tiny shift of your hips sending sparks up your spine.
seungmin kissed you properly then, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, with one hand tenderly caressing your cheek. when he pulled back, his thumb brushed over your swollen bottom lip.
âiâm gonna get you some water, okay?â he murmured, pressing one last kiss to your forehead. âand maybe clean you up a little before round two. donât move.â
he slipped off the bed with that easy grace of his, and paused at the door, glancing back at youâ spread out, flushed, wreckedâ and his mouth curved into something dangerously sweet.
âstay right there, angel. iâll be back in two minutes.â
the bedroom door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts. as you forced yourself to take deep breaths, trying to calm down, you tried to process exactly what had transpired between the two of you.
you had never thought this day would comeâ you, cumming on seungminâs tongue and him, promising you a round two â but somewhere deep in your heart, you also felt that this was a long time coming.Â
he had told you at the beginning that things between you didnât have to change after this, but after getting a taste of what you both could offer each other, you knew there was no going back, and you couldnât deny the excitement curling in your chest as you looked toward this new stage of your relationship.
but no matter how much you tried, there was still something at the back of your mind, or rather someoneâ
you heard footsteps. but not seungminâs light, familiar steps; they were heavier, slower. hesitant.Â
and the breath caught in your chest as the door openedâ and there stood chris.Â
he looked⊠wrecked. hair mussed like heâd run his hands through it too many times, shirt sleeves pushed up to his elbows, forearms tense. his eyes, dark, pupils dilated, locked onto you immediately. they dragged down your body: the hickeys blooming on your neck and chest, the tie still loosely binding your wrists, your legs parted just enough that he could see the slick mess between them, the wet spot darkening the sheets. your brain told you to sit up, to cover yourself, but your body was too tired. and your heart? wellâŠ
chris didnât speak at first, just swallowed hard, adamâs apple bobbing. his chest rose and fell like heâd sprinted here, as if he hadnât just been sitting a few feet away, his ears picking up on every little whisper.
âiââ his voice came out rough, cracked. âiâŠÂ heard everything.â
the shame that should have crashed over you instead twisted into something hotter, sharper. your thighs trembled under his stare.
he took one step inside. then another. the door swung shut behind him with a soft click. he took a seat on the chair seungmin was occupying, not saying a word.Â
âbaby,â he breathed, his hands on the mattress, as if touching you was something he hadnât earned yet. âyou donât know what youâre doing to me.â
you squirmed under his gaze, happy to finally see him look at you the way you had always wanted, but there was something stopping you from truly enjoying his stare, from telling him to come over and ruin you.Â
âwhat aboutâŠ?â your voice trembled, trying to make sense with whatever strength you had left in you.Â
his smile almost wrecked you. âi broke up with her weeks ago. she asked me to come get a few of my things today, thatâs why she went out,â he whispered, his voice vibrating through your whole body. âi couldnât continue the relationship⊠how could i, when even when iâm with her, my mind always wandered to the room next door?â
âwhat?â you regretted not being friends with sooha, because then you couldâve known this vital piece of information ages ago. âbut i thought⊠i thought it was you in her room yesterday⊠doing⊠yâknow?â you blushed before you could complete the sentence, feeling shy despite the fact that you were literally lying naked in front of him and that he had probably heard you say worse things in the past hour.Â
âdid you see me?â he smirked as you shook your head no, getting up on the mattress, his face inching closer to yours with each words. âor did you hope⊠did you imagine it was me, each time you heard her get railed. or worse⊠did you imagine yourself in her place? did you imagine yourself getting fucked,â his breath tickled your cheek, so close yet too far apart. âby me?âÂ
up close, he smelled like clean sweat and something woodsyâ his cologne, the one youâd caught whiffs of in passing for months. his eyes flickered to your bound wrists, then back to your face.
âseungmin tied you up?â his voice was low, strained. almost primal.
you nodded once, barely. chanâs hand hovered near your cheek, hesitant, then gently brushed a strand of damp hair from your forehead. the touch was so careful it made your chest ache.
âdid he make you come like that?â he asked, thumb tracing the edge of one hickey. âscreaming loud enough for me to hear every second?â
another small nod. your lips parted, but no sound came. he leaned down slowly, giving you every chance to turn away.
instead, your back arched, wanting him to be closer.
his mouth found yours, tentative at first, like he was testing if this was real. then deeper, hungrier, tongue sliding against yours with a groan that vibrated through your whole body. one hand cupped the back of your head; the other slid down your side, fingers digging into your hip like he needed to anchor himself.
when he broke the kiss, his forehead rested against yours, breathing ragged.
âiâve wanted this,â he confessed, voice barely above a whisper. âevery time i saw you on the couch, your bra strap fucking inviting me to snap it and hear you moan. iâve wanted you ever since i saw you across campus, looking so damn angelic that you almost blinded me, doll.Â
âiâve wanted you every time you looked away⊠i wanted to pin you against the wall and make you finally fucking look at me. really look, without your eyes drifting away.â
his hand slipped lower, fingers brushing the soaked mess between your thighs. you jolted, oversensitive, but arched into it anyway.
âseungmin got you this wet, huh?â he murmured, almost awed, circling your clit once, gentle, testing. you whimpered. âi gotta thank him for this then,â he smirked.Â
in a flash, he had rolled you over, pushing down on your head as he aligned your ass against his bulge. you shivered when your wet folds came in contact with the rough material of his jeans, and let out a loud moan as his hand landed on your cunt as a sharp slap.
âtell me to stop,â he said, echoing seungminâs earlier words, but his voice was thicker, more desperate. âtell me, and iâll leave right now, i promise.â
you met his eyes, dark, burning, pleading. âdonât stop, chan,â you whispered.
chan groaned at the way the nickname rolled out of your mouth, like the words had punched the air out of him.
he pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough, cock springing free, heavy, thick, already leaking at the tip. he fisted himself once, twice, eyes never leaving yours.
then he notched himself at your entrance, slow, careful despite the tremor in his arms.
you gasped as you felt his tip enter, already stretching you perfectly, the slight burn blending into pleasure so intense your toes curled.
âiâm gonna fill you up,â he rasped, pushing in inch by inch, your loud cries about him being too big, too much, falling on deaf ears. âgonna fuck you so good you forget anyone else ever touched you.â
with every firm thrust, you felt your bed frame thud against the wall, the sound of your fantasies coming alive making your head dizzy and your moans louder.Â
âlouder,â he growled against your ear, voice wrecked. âscream for me like you did for him. let kim seungmin hear it when he comes back. let him know whoâs ruining you now.â
your hands, still tied up, found you clit, as you erratically touched your swollen bud. âfuck, yes, yes! youâre filling me up so good, channie, oh fuck.â
the rhythm chan had set was brutal, deep, punishing strokes driving fresh, broken cries from your throat. you were loud, deliberately so now, moaning his name like a chant, letting it echo through the thin walls, through the cracked bedroom door.
âfuckâchannie, yes, right thereâharder, pleaseââ
your voice cracked on every syllable, your brained so hazed that you didnât even realise it at first when the door opened again.
seungmin stepped inside, two water bottles dangling loosely from his fingers, a warm washcloth in his other hand. he stopped in the doorway, eyes sweeping the scene: you face-down, ass up, chan buried to the hilt behind you, one hand fisted in your hair to keep your back arched, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.
as your face turned towards him, for one terrified heartbeat, you thought he would be angry, rightfully so, your brain chided you. you thought that the easy affection in his eyes would shatter, that heâd storm out, that everything would end here in shame and silence.
instead, Seungmin tilted his head.
a slow, lazy smirk curled his lips.
he leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms casually, like heâd walked in on you eating snacks instead of getting railed within an inch of your life.
âdidnât know you were such a greedy little slut, angel,â he drawled, voice soft and amused. âone cock wasnât enough?â
something about the way he was looking at you, not like he was surprised, but rather entertained, broke you in the best possible way.
your cunt clenched hard around chan, visceral and involuntary, and chan groaned low in his throat, hips stuttering for a second. seungmin noticed too, the way your eyes rolled back and the fingers on your clit when slack for a moment.
âfuckâ she just squeezed me so tight,â chan rasped, glancing over at seungmin without slowing down. âthink she likes this more than we thought.â
seungminâs gaze flicked to you once again, your flushed face, your trembling thighs, the way your mouth hung open around desperate little gasps, and then back to Chan.Â
something wordless passed between them: a knowing look, a tiny nod, the kind of silent communication that only happens when two people have already decided the same thing long before walking into the room.
they werenât surprised.
they werenât jealous.
they were⊠prepared.
seungmin pushed off the doorframe and walked over slowly, setting the water bottles and cloth on the nightstand like this was just another tuesday. he stopped right in front of your face, fingers sliding under your chin to tilt your head up so you had to look at him while chan kept fucking into you from behind.
âlook at you, such a desperate little cumslut,â seungmin murmured, almost sweetly. his fingers brushed your cheek, then trailed down to roughly squeeze your breasts, another hand came up to your mouth, thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip. you whimpered around the pressure of his thumb slipping into your mouth. your tongue curled instinctively around it.
âgreedy little whore. all tied up and drooling already. you really couldnât wait two minutes for me to come back before you let hyung stuff you full, huh?â you whimperedâhalf apology, half pleaâas chan drove in particularly deep, making your whole body jolt.
seungmin murmured, chan chuckled darkly, slapping your ass for good measure as he slowed his thrusts just enough to make you whine in frustration.
âsheâs been loud,â he said conversationally, like he was discussing the weather. âkept moaning my nameâ channie this, channie that. thought you might want to hear it up close.â
seungminâs fondly rolled his eyes as he smirked at chan, his eyes darkening with satisfaction.
âoh, i heard,â he said softly. âevery filthy little sound.â he pulled his thumb free with a wet pop, smearing your own spit across your cheek. âbut i think she can be louder, canât you, baby?â
he unbuckled his belt with one hand while his other hand fisted the base of his cock, already hard again from watching you get wrecked. in an instant, his shirt was also discarded, falling somewhere beside your tank top that you didnât even realise had been taken off in your haze.Â
chan pulled out almost completely, leaving just the tip inside, making you sob at the sudden emptiness.
âopen,â seungmin ordered.
your mouth fell open on instinct, tongue dipping out.
he slid in slowly, inch by inch, until your nose brushed his pelvis and your throat fluttered around him. you gagged softly, fresh tears springing to your eyes, but you didnât pull away.
âgood girl,â he praised, fisting your hair as he thrusted into your mouth in a rough shove. âtake it all in.â
chan pushed back in at the same time, filling your cunt while seungmin fucked your mouth. the dual stretch, the rhythm, the way they moved in perfect tandem like theyâd rehearsed this, sent your brain to complete, blissful ruin. no thoughts, no shame, only the primal need to be used, filled, and fucked stupid by both of them in perfect, cruel sync.
they talked over you like you werenât even there, like you were just the perfect toy theyâd finally decided to share.
âsheâs so fucking tight,â chan groaned, hips snapping forward. âfeel that? sheâs clenching every time you bottom out in her throat.â
seungminâs fingers tightened in your hair, guiding your head in shallow thrusts that matched chanâs pace.
âangel likes being used,â he murmured, almost tenderly. âlook at her eyes, rolling back already. bet sheâd come just from this. from being our fucking hole, made to be used only by us.â
your body agreed before your brain could catch up.
your cunt spasmed hard around chan, clit throbbing untouched now, and a muffled, desperate scream vibrated around seungminâs cock as another orgasm ripped through you, sharp, blinding, humiliating in how easily they pulled it from you.
seungmin groaned at the feeling, hips jerking forward once, twice, before he pulled out just enough to let you gasp for air.
âagain,â he said, feeling himself reach his limit. âcome again while weâre both inside you. show hyung how greedy this pussy really is.â
chanâs hand cracked down on your ass, sharp and stinging, and you screamed again, louder, voice hoarse and wrecked.
they didnât stop.
they just kept going, fucking you between them, filling every hole, praising and degrading you in the same breath, until you were nothing but trembling, overstimulated sensation and their names on your lips.
chan broke first, a low, guttural groan tore out of him as he buried himself deep and came hard, flooding your cunt with his thick cum. when he finally pulled out, his cum immediately seeped out, hot, obscene, trickling down your thighs, mixing with everything already leaking from you. he fisted his penis as more hot liquid flooded out, marking your back.
the sudden gush, the slick warmth coating your insides and dripping onto your back, snapped the last thread in you. you came again, violently, clenching around nothing, a choked sob ripping free as your whole body seized.
seungmin followed suit, and he gripped your jaw tighter, tilting your head back.Â
âopen wider, angel, donât you dare waste it.â he fucked your mouth in short, punishing thrusts until he spilled down your throat, thick and bitter and endless. you struggled to swallow around him, gulping desperately while he milked every last drop, hips stuttering, voice wrecked. âthatâs it⊠drink it all like the good girl you pretend to be.â
when he finally eased out, strings of spit and cum still connected your lips to his tip. he wrapped long fingers around your throat, watching with dark, possessive eyes as you swallowed hard, throat working visibly. then he pressed two fingers against your tongue, dragging it out flat.
dazed, wrecked, stupidly proud, you stuck your tongue out further, showing him the mess youâd taken, lips swollen and glossy, a dazed little smile curling the corners even as tears streaked your cheeks.
seungminâs thumb brushed your lower lip almost tenderly. âfuck⊠look at you,â his voice was soft now, completely different from when he was calling you a greedy slut. âruined and still so pretty.â
chanâs hand slid up your spine, slow and grounding, as he leaned down to press a surprisingly gentle kiss between your shoulder blades.Â
both men drew back for a moment, giving you room to sink bonelessly onto the sheets, chest heaving in the sudden, fragile quiet.Â
âyeah, just like that princess,â chan whispered, âdeep breaths.â
seungmin climbed on the bed, laying down facing you, and he folded out his arm, inviting you.Â
you giggled as you settled against his hard chest, and he engulfed you in a warm embrace, caressing your hair and trailing soft kisses over your cheeks. âyouâre okay, right? did we go too far?â his eyes searched yours, concerned. you shook your head earnestly, caressing his cheek.Â
âyou did so good, princess,â chan whispered, hands massaging your ass, softening the red marks he had left. âso perfect for us.â
chan then reached for the washcloth seungmin had left on the nightstand and began cleaning you with careful, gentle strokes. the damp fabric glided over the sticky mess on your inner thighs, between your folds, wiping away the evidence of how thoroughly theyâd used you. his touch was soft, almost worshipful, thumb occasionally brushing soothing circles over the sensitive skin as you hummed in satisfaction.Â
after a moment, chan settled beside you on the bed, his larger frame curving protectively around your back while seungmin stayed pressed to your front, caging you gently between their warmth. chanâs hand found your arm, stroking slow and firm from shoulder to wrist, grounding you as your pulse still hammered beneath your skin.
you bit your lip hard enough to taste the faint copper of it. slowly, you eased out of seungminâs loose embrace just enough to lift your head and meet both their eyes; first chanâs steady gaze, then seungminâs softer, searching one. the question clawed its way up your throat, small and scared.
âare you guys⊠sure youâre okay with this?â your voice came out barely above a whisper, trembling on the edges. âthat i might want you both just as much?â
you hadnât realized you were holding your breath until their low, shared chuckle rumbled through you.Â
âwe want you, and want to take care of you princess,â chan said simply, no hesitation, a wave of understanding passing between him and seungmin. âboth of us. and weâre not gonna make you choose. ever.â
seungmin hummed in agreement, nuzzling into your hair.
âyour needs come first,â he added softly. âalways. and if you want both of us, then thatâs what youâll get. no jealousy. no games. just us taking care of you.â
chan leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, gentle this time, full of everything unspoken. When he pulled back, his eyes were soft, steady.
âweâre not going anywhere,â he promised. âyouâre ours, and weâre yours. however you want us.â
and since then, the noises continued, only now you had zero complaints.
peach notes: lowk regretting the fact that kim seungmin was not inside her, but i felt too tired to write more lol. also, can you tell that i'm a fucking whore for the both of them? đźâđš no lube no protection and allat. sorry if chan's part felt too rushed, lowkenuinely entered flow-state writing min's parts. (#need that) ( pls don't ask me abt if min went to freakin antartica to melt a glacier to get her the water lol, nothing about this is logical anyway, honestly i just needed them to fuck by that point, i'm just a girl â(˶ᔠᔠá”˶)â )
and wdym there's more than a 100 (hundred!!?) of you here already!!1? thats insane, i could kiss u all. and i'm really overwhelmed by the love you've given me on my first post, truly thank you so much, i'm so grateful to each of you who reblogged and/or left a comment. pls feel free to drop by and send an ask to lmk your thoughts or literally anything, i would love to chat with you all <3
you'll see me next in march, unfortunately exam szn doesn't let me be horny đ
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the only idea i have is that reader goes into heat a few weeks early and tries to hide it, han then catches on and tries to help but sends himself into an early heat and then everyone finds out đ€·ââïž (i know itâs not the best but itâs 00:45am đ)
âAre you kidding me?â Y/N groaned, clutching her stomach as another wave of cramps twisted through her lower abdomen. Her eyes barely open, she sat up, body aching and skin damp with sweat. The sheets clung to her like a second skin, and she was already burning up.
She tossed them aside and stumbled out of bed, practically tripping over her own feet as she rushed to the calendar hanging beside her door.
âNo, no, no⊠this canât be happening,â she whispered, dragging her fingers through her tangled hair before hastily tying it into a bun. Her heart was pounding, not from fearâbut frustration.
Her heat wasnât supposed to come for another two weeks. She had timeâshe was supposed to have time. She wasnât even remotely prepared. No suppressants. No nesting supplies. No plan.
And worst of all?
She had an important exam today.
Y/N gritted her teeth, breathing deeply through her nose as she gripped the edge of her desk. âNo way Iâm missing this,â she muttered. âI studied for this. I earned this.â
But no matter how determined she was, one brutal truth remained: she could feel it coming. The telltale signs were already setting inâher body heavier, her senses sharper, her emotions starting to flicker and swell. She knew herself too well. Within hours, the full force of her heat would crash over her like a tidal wave.
She just had to survive until then.
Luckily, the dorm would be mostly empty today. Chan, Changbin, and Han were locked into a long studio session. If she moved fast, she could avoid their paths. Still, they were alphasâwith strong senses and instincts. If even one of them caught her scent, the entire plan would fall apart.
Lee Know, Hyunjin, and Felix had dance practice, and Seungmin and Jeongin were headed to vocal lessons. Everyone was busy.
Busy enough, maybe, to miss the scent of her pre-heat lingering in the air.
Maybe.
She swallowed hard, pressing a hand to her chest as her heart thudded wildly. The real danger wasnât just being caughtâit was triggering someone. Another omega could spiral just by catching a whiff of her scent. And an alpha⊠well, one in rut could lose all sense of control.
And that would be disastrous.
She glanced back at her bed, then at the time glowing from her phone screen.
âI can do this,â she whispered to herself. âI just have to be smart⊠and fast.â
But even as she tried to steady her breathing, deep down, she knew the clock was already ticking.
Y/N moved quickly, snatching the damp sheets off her bed and tossing them into the laundry basket. The scentâsweet, warm, unmistakably omegaâclung to the fabric like a warning. If she left it lingering in the air, it could attract unwanted attention. She couldn't afford that today.
Without wasting another second, she stripped out of her sweat-soaked clothes and stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.
The shower hissed to life, steam curling through the air as hot water cascaded over her skin. For a momentâjust a momentâher tense muscles began to relax, and she let out a deep sigh, resting her forehead against the cool tile.
But the relief was short-lived.
A sudden cramp tore through her lower abdomen, sharp and unforgiving. Her breath caught in her throat as she whimpered, curling in on herself under the stream. Her hands pressed against her stomach, trying to will the pain away as the water washed her scent and sweat down the drain.
Minutes passed like hours.
Once the ache finally dulled to something tolerable, she forced herself to finish up. Every movement felt sluggish, like her body was made of lead, but she pushed through her morning routine with practiced speed. She didnât have the luxury of slowing downânot today.
After toweling off, she applied a layer of scent blockers, pressing the balm into her pulse points before spritzing herself with her soft vanilla perfumeâan attempt to mask the warning signs building inside her. She dressed quickly: a pair of light jeans and a cozy, oversized sweater, something that felt secure but still cute.
She barely recognized herself in the mirror.
Pale. Tired. Strained.
But appearances mattered. She couldnât afford to look like she was falling apart, even if thatâs exactly how she felt. She dabbed on a bit of concealer, fluffed her lashes with mascara, and added a hint of color to her lipsâjust enough to look put together.
Then, without flinching, she popped two painkillers into her mouth, chased them with a sip of water, and stared herself down in the mirror.
âBaby?â
The rough voice cut through the quiet like a low thunder, and Y/N froze.
She didnât have to look to know who it was. That deep, gravelly tone paired with the familiar scent of rain and cedar that drifted through the airâit was Chan. Her heart jumped in her chest as she closed her eyes for a brief moment, inhaled, then exhaled slowly. She smoothed her sweater, gathering herself, before stepping out of the bathroom with a practiced smile.
âGood morning, my love,â she greeted softly, rising onto her tiptoes to plant a gentle kiss on his lipsâsweet and fleeting, just enough to distract him.
Chan blinked sleepily, shirtless in his sweatpants, hair tousled, eyes still puffy from his restless night. But even in his groggy state, he noticed something was off. His eyes swept over her fully dressed form, then to the faint trail of steam lingering behind her in the bathroom.
âYouâre dressed already?â he murmured, brows knitting in confusion. âHow was your night, baby?â
Y/N cleared her throat, attempting to slip out of his arms. âIt was alright, love. And yours?â she asked, voice light and steady. But he didnât let go. Instead, he pulled her in tighter, burying his face briefly into her neck.
âIt was okay⊠Felix kept kicking my side all night.â He let out a small, tired huff, and Y/N giggled, the image of Chan being bullied by a sleeping Felix softening the tension just a little.
âWhy didnât you just go to your room?â she teased, brushing her fingers through his hair.
âEvery time I tried to move, he whimpered like a kicked puppyââ Chan paused mid-sentence. His nose twitched once. Then again.
The playfulness drained from his expression.
His eyes darkened, tinged with a sudden glow of red.
âYou⊠donât smell like you,â he murmured, voice low and clipped. His alpha was stirring beneath the surface, on edge. âWhy donât you smell like you?â
Y/N tensed. His instincts were sharper than sheâd hoped for this morning.
âIâm going to the library today,â she answered quickly. âDidnât want my scent to bother anyone.â
Chan didnât buy it.
His hand lifted gently to her neck, brushing her hair aside to expose the subtle sheen of scent blockers applied just below her jawline. The moment he saw it, a low growl rumbled from his chest.
âBabyâŠâ he hissed, voice laced with disapproval. âYou know these give you rashes. Why would you do that to yourself?â He nipped at her lightly, frustration bleeding through his touch.
Y/N laughed awkwardly, easing out of his hold as casually as she could manage. âItâs just for today, love,â she said with a strained smile. âPeople at the library get weird about omega scentsâespecially during exam week. Itâs nothing serious.â
But Chan wasnât letting it go.
âDid something happen?â His tone sharpened, eyes locked onto hers. âIs there something I donât know about?â
âNo, I promise,â she said quickly, shifting under his gaze. âI just have a big exam, and Iâll probably reek of stress by the end of it. I didnât want to disturb anyone.â
She was too quick with the lie, too smooth.
It made her stomach twist with guilt.
Chan stared at her a beat longer, then slowly nodded, although his expression didnât soften.
âOkay⊠but are youâare you pre-heaââ
âChan, I really have to get to class, yeah?â she cut in, voice chipper and hurried. She pressed another quick kiss to his cheek, grabbed her bag, and darted toward the door.
âWaitââ Chan stepped forward, but she was already gone.
He heard the front door close downstairs, the soft echo of her footsteps fading away.
Standing alone in the quiet hallway, he ran a hand down his face and muttered under his breath, âYah⊠why is she acting weird?â
He stared at her room for a moment longer before shutting it behind him, his chest tight with unease.
âHey?â Chanâs voice was soft as he strolled into Leeknowâs room.
Inside, Han was curled up with Lee Know, lazily scrolling through his phone. The moment he saw Chan, a slow grin spread across his face.
âGood morning, alpha,â Han purred, immediately shifting from Lee Knowâs side to welcome Chan into the bed. As soon as Chan laid down beside them, Han slid into his arms with ease. âMiss me already?â he teased, voice playful and low.
âI always miss you, silly,â Chan chuckled, brushing a kiss across Hanâs forehead, then cheek⊠then lips.
âMhm,â Han hummed in approval, nuzzling closerâuntil he paused, his expression faltering. His nose twitched, picking up something beneath the usual comfort of Chanâs scent. âWhatâs wrong, babe?â he asked, frowning. âYou smell⊠confused. Frustrated.â
Chan didnât answer right away. He was absently playing with Hanâs fingers, eyes slightly distant.
âI donât know⊠Itâs Y/N. Sheâs acting strange this morning,â he murmured.
Hanâs brows furrowed. He sat up slightly, more alert now. âWeird how?â he asked, voice more serious. âI canât feel her through the bond. Itâs faint⊠almost gone.â
âExactly!â Chan said, finally looking at him. âI went into her roomâshe was already dressed. Her scent was blocked with those suppressors she never uses. And she sprayed perfume over it. It didnât smell like her at all.â
Han blinked, then sat up fully. âWaitâscent blockers? Youâre serious?â
Chan nodded. âShe said she was heading to the library and didnât want to disturb people with her scent.â
Hanâs eyes widened. âBut sheâs allergic to scent blockers! Sheâs never used them unless she absolutely had to.â He gasped, piecing things together. âAnd her sheetsâwere they gone?â
Chanâs jaw tightened. âYeah. She mustâve thrown them in the laundry. Probably to keep her scent from lingering.â
Lee Know finally stirred behind them, stretching and listening now.
âShe said something about omegas in the library being weird about scent, butââ
âHyung,â Han interrupted, shaking his head, âthe library has scent filters. Strong ones. It literally smells like air and old books in thereâwe canât smell anything in that space.â
Chanâs eyes darkened, the red flickering faintly in his irises. âShe lied to me⊠Thereâs something going on, isnât there?â
He started to sit up, muscles tensing.
âI have to go find herââ
âHyung, no!â Han hissed, grabbing his wrist tightly. âYou remember what happened last time you pushed too hard? You scared her. Donât do it again.â
âBut what ifââ Chanâs voice cracked with worry, like a kicked puppy. âWhat if someone is harassing her?â
Han softened slightly, but his grip remained firm. âIâll talk to her. We all will. But after school. She clearly doesnât want to be chased right now. You barging in will just make her shut down more.â
Chan exhaled shakily, slowly nodding as the tension bled from his shoulders.
âYouâre rightâŠâ he mumbled. âGod, I love you so much. What would I even do without you?â
He leaned down, scenting Han deeply and affectionately, trying to calm himself.
âAish! HyungâŠâ Han squeaked, blushing as the alpha buried his face into his neck.
Lee Know rolled his eyes from across the bed. âGet a room.â
âWe are in a room,â Chan smirked.
âThen get out of mine,â Lee Know muttered, tossing a pillow at them.
''''''''''''''''
The moment the clock struck 3:30, Y/N was out of her seat, practically shaking with relief. The exam had gone horriblyâshe hadnât even been able to read half the questions properly, her vision blurry, her head throbbing, and her body on fire. She didnât care anymore. She just wanted to get home, collapse into bed, and cry.
The painkillers had worn off hours ago, not that they helped much to begin with. Heat flashes were crashing over her like waves, relentless and cruel. Her body felt like it was being torn in two, and every step she took was heavier than the last.
She managed to finish the paper, though she knew the results would be disappointing. Chan, Hyunjin, Changbin, and Lee Knowâeach of them would be concerned, maybe even upset. But she had already accepted it. Her body had betrayed her, and she had nothing left to give.
The moment she found the nearest bathroom, she stumbled inside and splashed cold water on her face, nearly plunging her head into the sink. Her reflection was alarmingâbloodshot eyes, pale skin, flushed cheeks. Her ears were ringing now, and her vision swam.
I need to get home. Now.
With the last bit of strength she had, she forced herself out of the building. She stopped by a convenience store for snacks and electrolyte drinks, then made a quick detour to the pharmacy, hands trembling as she stuffed a small box of suppressants into her bag.
When she reached the house, her legs were barely cooperating.
She forced on a smile and called out, trying to sound casual despite the pounding of her heart and the fire under her skin.
âHey! Iâm home!â
âGood, come eat lunch,â Lee Know called from the kitchen.
âIâm not hungry. Iâm just gonna shower!â she shouted quickly, already halfway up the stairs, her breath ragged. She zoomed past several of the boys, avoiding eye contact, and slammed the door behind her once she reached her room.
The moment the door closed, her legs buckled.
She collapsed to the floor with a strangled gasp, clutching her abdomen as pain twisted through her. A soft, broken whimper escaped her lips as she clawed herself onto the bed, dragging her weak body up with all the willpower she had left.
Downstairs, the reaction was immediate.
Han, curled up in Changbinâs arms, flinched violently. âAhâ!â he gasped, clutching his chest. Pain radiated through his core like a lightning bolt.
In the kitchen, Felix suddenly collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. His eyes wide, panic flooding his usually soft features.
âFelix!â Chan shouted, instantly dropping to the ground to scoop him into his arms. âWhatâs wrong, babe? Breatheâtalk to me!â
Lee Know was at their side in seconds. âFelix?!â
âIâitâsâsheâsâsomethingâs wrong,â Felix choked out, grabbing onto Lee Knowâs wrist like a lifeline. His entire body trembled.
In the living room, Changbin held Han tighter as the younger omega writhed slightly in his grip. âWhat is it? Whatâs happening?â
âChangeââ Han gasped. âItâs Y/N⊠sheâs in pain.â He tried to stand, but the moment he got to his feet, his knees gave out and he collapsed with a cry.
Lee Knowâs face drained of color. âYou can feel it? Through the bond?â
Felix nodded shakily, still clutching Lee Knowâs hand. âHer omega bond⊠itâs screaming. Sheâsâsheâs burning up.â
âI need to go up there,â Han rasped. âSheâs not okay. I can feel it.â
But he couldnât move. He was too weakâher pain echoing through his own bond.
Chanâs face darkened, the alpha in him roaring beneath the surface. He looked at Lee Know, then Changbin.
âGet the suppressants. Get the cooling packs. Get everything. Sheâs crashing.â
No one hesitated.
Because this wasnât just an ordinary heat.
This was Y/N in distressâand when an omega was in distress, the entire pack felt it.
warnings: pet names, daddy content but not really, cringy sappy stuff, insecure reader, reader is feminine and dresses feminine, reader referred to as girl
an: itâs been a while since iâve done texts and these are lowk bad lol but it came out of me so here you go ig. have this thing that i made
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everything posted here is entirely fiction and in no way represents any member of stray kids in reality