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àż the party & the after party - ft.hyunchan (MDNI!)
You donât know how long itâs been. an hour? Two hours?
You lost track when Chan first pushed you back onto the bed, his mouth hot against yours, while Hyunjinâs hands slid up your thighs. Time blurred when they switched - Hyunjinâs lips capturing yours, all tongue and teeth, while Chanâs breath ghosted over your stomach, going lower, lower, until you arched off the mattress with a choked gasp.
Then it was Chan pinning you down, fingers tight around your wrists, as Hyunjinâs mouth worked between your legs. You whimpered, thighs trembling, but Chan just shushed you, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone like he was soothing you even as he held you in place.
When they swapped again - Hyunjinâs weight pressing you into the sheets, his hands roaming - you barely had time to catch your breath before Chanâs tongue dragged up your slit, slow and filthy, and you sobbed into Hyunjinâs shoulder.
Now, one of them - you dont remember who - turned on a playlist, some song by the weeknd playing in the background. youâre sprawled across Hyunjinâs lap, his cock hard beneath you, his fingers playing idly with your nipples, twisting, making you squirm.
Chan is inbetween your spread legs, one hand gripping your hip, the other guiding himself into you with a low groan. âFuck,â he mutters, sliding in deep, and you gasp, head tipping back against Hyunjinâs chest.
Chanâs fingers tighten on your hip, pulling you down onto him, and you choke out a moan as he starts moving, slow at first, then deeper, rougher. âYou take it so well,â Hyunjin murmurs in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. His thumbs circle your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks before pinching just hard enough to make you whimper.
Hyunjinâs hand drifts lower, fingertips tracing circles over your stomach before dipping between your legs. His touch is light, teasing, just barely brushing your clit until you jerk against him with a sharp gasp. âOh my- Fuckkâ you whine, hips bucking involuntarily, but Chanâs grip tightens on your waist, holding you steady as he thrusts deeper, dragging a ragged moan from your throat.
Chanâs hands slide up your body, fingers tracing the curve of your throat before settling there, pressing justtt hard enough to make your breath hitch. His grip tightens as he fucks into you harder, his hips snapping forward in a rhythm that has your vision blurring.
Hyunjinâs fingers circle your clit faster, the pressure building until youâre writhing between them, gasping for air that wonât come.
âPlease-â you manage, voice ragged, but Chan just shakes his head, âYou can take it,â he murmurs, his own breath uneven. âJust a little longer.â His thrusts stutter, deeper now, and you choke on a moan, nails digging into Hyunjinâs thigh.
Hyunjin exhales sharply against your ear, âSo fucking pretty like this,â he murmurs, voice full of admiration. His palm slides up your chest, tracing the curve of your breast before cradling your jaw, tilting your face toward his. âso perfect,â he breathes, and then his mouth is on yours, tongue sliding against yours in a slow, filthy drag. You moan into the kiss, the sound swallowed by his lips, as Chanâs hips snap forward, filling you so deep your toes curl.
Hyunjin breaks the kiss just enough to pant against your lips, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. âLove hearing you,â he says, âLove feeling you shake.â His hand drops back to your breast, squeezing just shy of too hard, and you arch into it with a gasp, your hips rocking back against Chanâs thrusts.
âI canât- I canât take it,â you gasp, voice cracking, your body strung tight between them. âPlease, please let me-â
Chanâs grip on your throat eases just enough for you to drag in a shuddering breath. His hips slow, grinding deep inside you instead of pulling out, his cock twitching where heâs buried to the hilt. âYou wanna cum?â he murmurs. His other hand slides down your body, fingertips tracing the sweat-slick curve of your waist before settling between your legs, pressing hard against Hyunjinâs fingers still circling your clit. âYou wanna come on my cock while he plays with you?â
You whimper, your whole body trembling, the words catching in your throat. âYes or no, baby,â Chan asks, his hips rocking forward, the drag of his cock inside you slow, maddening. His breath hitches when you clench around him, your thighs shaking. âyou're gonna have to say it.â
You sob, your hips bucking uselessly between them, oversensitive,âYes- yes, please,â you gasp, the words slurred, your voice breaking. âPlease let me cum, please-â
Chanâs grip tightens on your throat just enough to cut off your next whimper, his hips snapping forward in one sharp, brutal thrust. âThen cum, babyâ he says, and thatâs all it takes- your body seizes, pleasure ripping through you so hard your vision whites out.
his rhythm stutters, his hips grinding deep as he groans, his cock pulsing inside you. You feel him cum, the hot spill of it, the way his fingers dig into your hip hard enough to bruise.
Hyunjinâs hand leaves your breast, sliding down to press against your stomach, right where Chanâs cock is buried inside you, and you sob at the pressure, oversensitive, âFuck,â Chan breathes, his voice thick, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he rides out his orgasm, his thrusts slowing to lazy, rolling grinds.
Hyunjinâs fingers curl into your hair, tilting your head back against his chest as he murmurs, âGood girl,â against your temple, his lips brushing your skin. His other hand still works your clit, slow now, drawing out the last waves of your orgasm until youâre squirming.
Before you can catch your breath, Chanâs hands are on your hips again, flipping you over with a rough, effortless tug. The sheets scrape against your stomach as he maneuvers you onto your knees.
Your face lands inches from Hyunjinâs cock, the heat of it against your cheek. You donât hesitate- your mouth opens, tongue dragging along the underside before taking him in. Hyunjin groans, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you deeper. Chanâs cock slides back into you from behind, just as a new song plays.
a/n: gov ball hyunchan made me do it now you guys deal with the aftermath #thankyouforcumming
Sorry I couldn't write this past weekend as I was offline roaming around. I am sure Stay were well fed with SKZ headlining Gov Ball. I have to consider the idea of writing over several days as the last chapter went downhill close to the end as I grew exhausted and sleep. So chapter 14 is coming soon for sure.
The sound of skin against skin echoed against the walls along with your moans mixed with Hyunjins grunts.
Your shirt was bunched up above your chest, his hands groping your tits while his other rested on the bed next to you. Eyeâs half shut as he looked down at you.
âFeel so good,â He moaned. Feeling you clench around him at the praise.
Your hands gripped the sheets, toes curling as he hit that spot in you repeatedly- and the visual above you.
Sweat painting his face, mixing with his hair and causing a few strands to stick to his face. Eyeâs half shut. Hair slightly messed from his fallen and forgotten hat. Lips kissed swollen- and his STAY lock-key necklace dangling from around his neck.
You hooked your finger around the jewelry, lifting your arm with effort as the pleasure shooting through your body made you weak.
Hyunjin didnât notice until he felt the pressure on the back of his neck, glancing down and seeing you pulling gently at the necklace.
He grinned, shifting. âWhat? You want a kiss?â He cooed teasingly with a smirk, setting down onto his forearms. Chest pressing against yours. âHm?â
You didnât reply, simply reached up and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Cold of his necklace resting against your neck.
He groaned into the kiss, hips faltering before speeding up.
âYouâre insatiable.â He grinned into the kiss, pulling away to catch his breath before his lips were on yours again.
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Summary: Reader is not a noona (older sister), not even an ajumma (middle aged woman), she surely is pushing halmeoni (grandma) vibes, and here comes Lee Felix trying to court her. Yeah, I know, totally bizarre. This is set in a non-idol universe where SKZ members are not idols but Reader and her friend Halima love K-pop and watch costume C-Dramas.
Chapter 13 - I Am Here For You
Saturday 24th May, 2025 - 9:07 am
You had not seen Felix since the previous weekend and now you were huffing and puffing chasing after him. This is not how you had expected the first few hours of spending a whole day with him would feel like.Â
You were both meant to walk to the lake together from your apartment, so when he buzzed you to let him in, you stayed at you door so you could watch him walk towards you from the elevator once het got up to the fifth floor. You had secretly become obssessed with Felix's walk. His walk reminded you of a young Keanu Reeves walking on the beach in one of the scenes in the movie 'Point Break'. Felix isn't bow legged like Keanu Reeves is, but he has the same masculine walk. You suppose it comes from having a set of balls, men always walk with their legs apart as though they are trying to avoid something. It's quite amusing but sexy, all in the same instance.Â
So you watched Felix walk towards you with both hands held behind his back like he was hiding something, which he revealed to be flowers. As usual, you were very grateful and you took them while bringing him in for a tight hug as a greeting. You needed a few minutes to put them in a vase and the two of you left, that's when you noticed Felix was carrying a cardboard tube from a paper towel roll. When you asked him about it, he told you that since you sent the song you were going to play today during your walk when he asked last night, he had an idea. This song is from your youth, and he would like to create new memories around it with you if you didn't mind. Felix wanted to do a relay race and the cardboard tube would be the baton.Â
Being amused by the concept, and also excited, you reminded Felix that you usually walk so he has to slow down a lot and you'll try to catch up. He synced both your phones and started playing Chariots of Fire when you got to the lake. He took the baton and took off at his usual pace after stretching, while you continued walking. He had his music in his ears while you played yours on speakerphone at a not so loud volume , you could hear it. Ten minutes later, you started to look back as you expected to see Felix. The moment you saw him, you turned around and put your right hand back, keeping your fingers splayed open, four fingers together and thumb away from all the rest, so that passing the baton wouldn't be a failure. All the while, the song was playing and it felt like a great soundtrack for the moment.Â
A few seconds later, you could hear Felix's steps slightly behind you and you felt the baton in the palm of your hand. He didn't let go that quickly until your fingers were wrapped around the baton, you smiled at each other before he took off again.Â
This is what brings you to this moment where you are huffing and puffing, trying to keep up with a very slowed down Felix, and he's almost walking at this point and you both start laughing.Â
"Old Hen, I can go slower if you want."Â
"Spring Chicken!" you attempt to shout at him, running out of breath. You want to hit him over the head with the baton because at this point, the two of you might as well be Tom and Jerry. The entire time the music still plays and you manage to hand it over. That short burst of activity reminds you that you are not wearing a sports bra and you should consider that next time just in case Felix wants to run like this again.Â
It hasn't been years since you ran a little, I mean, sometimes you have to chase a bus or race across the road to finish crossing before the lights turn red, but you usually just walk around the lake, It's how your met Felix last December, and how you now sometimes have Saturday morning dates so you can both exercise together.Â
It doesn't take long until you both get into the rythm and the handover starts to be more playful and even more fun than the first time. During one handover, you start to skip as you hold your hand out waiting for Felix but because your movement is a different style than his running, not just merely a different pace, Felix has a hard time since your hand is bobbing up and down with your movement. So he changes his movement and starts skipping, and suddenly the two of you are giggling a lot. You can't believe you got Felix to skip.Â
By the time you are done, you realize you are fourty five minutes longer than usual and you are feeling the physical strain of having done a more challenging routine.Â
Saturday 24th May, 2025 - 11:00 am
You are both seated at Old Country Buffet, having your brunch and your heart rate is finally down to normal. The two of you steal food from each other's plate and giggle about it like the fools you are. The same energy from he lake has carried over to the restaurant.Â
"I felt lilke I just partipated in the Olympics."Â
"Spring Chicken, that means we got participation trophies."Â
You spend the entire time eating and giggling, at the end of which you tell Felix that you will need a nap when you both get back to your apartment.Â
Saturday 24th May, 2025 - I:30 pm
You made Felix hit the shower ahead of you as you prefer to be the one cleaning after you are done. The two of you are now lying under one window sill where there's a slightly cool breeze coming in and washing over you. Felix doesn't seem to mind lying down on the floor next to you. You set a sheet down instead of the usual kikoi and have a pillow to share. You have another flat sheet to cover yourselves so the breeze isn't too much, and Felix is huddled close to you, and is now tracing his forefinger on your nose.Â
"You have an beautiful nose, Old Hen."
"Thank you. My classmates used to call me 'Arab nose' when I was younger and much skinnier."
"What?"
"And my mom from the last country said I have a 'Bentley nose'."
"What does that even mean?"
"Combination nose."
"I like it."
"Thank you Spring Chicken, so do I."
You can feel the tiredness working its way in your bones, how the rest is helping release it though you haven't fallen asleep yet. Any time you are next to a wall, your default setting is to lift your knee up and rest it on the wall, with your ankle next to your other knee that's lying down flat. Felix moves closer and starts caressing your thigh under the sheet, his fingers lighting touching the front of your thigh, moving back and forth very slowly. He has access to your entire leg because you wore hot pants and a t-shirt after your shower.Â
"Your skin is very smooth, Old Hen."
"That's my exfoliation routine in the shower," you murmur, losing yourself to the calming sensation of his touch. You might fall asleep faster than you expected.Â
"You took a long time to shower, about half an hour."
"I was also cleaning the bath tub and washing my underwear."
"Will you let me shower with you in the future?"
"Only after I am done. Then you can come in and play, I can't shower propely with you around."Â
You can hear the amusement in his voice when he wonders why you don't want him to have a smooth skin like yours.Â
"Spring Chicken, if you do what I do, you will damage your skin. I don't want that for you. Also, the routine afterwards takes a lot of discipline. I strongly advise you against it, just stick iwth what you are used to."
You hear Felix responding but the answer is not clear as you are being pulled by the undertow of sleep, you surrender to it.Â
FELIX'S POVÂ
Saturday 25th May, 2025 - 4:34 pm
You have been awake for a litle while but didn't want to leave the floor where you are still lying with Y/N. She must be very exhausted, from her weekday cleaning job and then this morning you both did Olynpic style level exercise, it knocked her our completely.Â
She nonchalantly walked out of her bedroom in hot pants and a t-shirt and it's the first time you have seen her bare thighs, and they are huge. It's one thing to see them covered up with her usual fitting pants or shorts but this time there was nothing left to the imagination. You refained from grabbing her immediately and kept yourself composed. Later on you got to explore a little, Y'N didn't protest as you kept it very tame, and she fell asleep, and so did you.Â
Right now she's stirring, starting to wake up, and it seems her first instinct when she wake up is to pull you closer. Her hand is splayed on the small of your back, and the way she pulls you in even as she's still asleep is dominant and possessive, quite the opposite of her character when she's awake. You know Y/N is not fully herself when she interacts with you, and you get a few glimpses from tme to time that there's a more aggressive side to her.Â
"Spring Chicken," her voice sounds very hoarse and sexy, "What time is it?"
"4:45 pm."Â
Y/N's POVÂ
Saturday 24th May, 2025 - 4:45 pm
You have woken up after a nap on the floor, and someone's with you. It's disorienting at first, but a deep manly voice tells you the time. Oh, it's Felix. This beautiful young man, the one who makes you both happy and guilty at the same time. The one who reminds you that your time is gone and his is just beginning. The one whose partner makes you scared to death because he might possibly make you throw everything away just to follow them. You don't like this situation you are in, even though it fills a void you've had most of your life. These two men shouldn't be therapy for you. It's not fair to either them or yourself. But this feels so good, to be taken care of, without a hint of malice. It's just sad that you are holding back on reciprocating because when you did that in the past, the whole thing went south. So now you are stuck with microdosing your display of affection towards them.Â
Saturday 24th May, 2025 - 7:50 pm
Felix made dinner, spaghetti and meat balls. And he seemed to want to talk about serious things while you both ate, you allowed him to when he asked. Felix is already thinking about what will happen after he leaves when his work permit expires. He wants to continue paying your bills, he wants you to continue being their woman, and his declaration makes your stomach tighten, the dinner starts to lose its taste. You really wanted a clean break and didn't anticipate this type of mess dragging you past their depature. You don't say anything at the moment, you let him keep talking. Felix is stil young and thinks he can do anything, life hasn't crushed him yet repeatedly to kill his light, he still has hope and energy to chase his dreams, even if those dreams are spread out across the entire planet.Â
'Old Hen, what do you think?"
"I don't know how you will manage, with you back in Australia and Hyunjin back in Korea. How can we be a thing when we are seperated in the physical sense?" you ask. Felix notices the sadness in your eyes and voice even though you don't intend it to seep throuh, and he holds out his free hand to yours. You take his hand and let him tell you things you consider tall tales, life has taught you many things, even your costume C-Dramas remind you that people can't keep promises when they are dead, no matter how sincere they are when they make them. You let his voice attempt to soothe you, then he starts to rub his thumb in circles in your palm. Dinner is forgotten, you let yourself live in a fantasy, where the circular motion of his thumb across your palm writes a new destiny for you.Â
Saturday 24th May, 2025 - 10 pm
The evening has taken a sombre tone and there's sadness hanging in the air. You are in bed with Felix, the portrait of both Felix and Hyunjin playing Hualian stares down at the two of your, fictional versions of the men in your life, looking down at you as though they mock your real relationship, whatever real means at this point. This evening feels like a farewell even though they both leave after August 2026, there's a lot of time but still, the gloom remains difficult to shake off.
The soft conversation between the two of you continues while you lie with your head on Felix's shoulder. Somtimes your bonnet slips and you have to fix it but it doesn't always matter. Felix learns about how you work to send money back home to care for your father. You let him have this information because you don't think it's damaging. You also let Felix know that your mom passed away, and he squeezes your hand lightly to comfort you. He then asks you to speak up because you seem to be withholding something, and you wonder how he can support you while in between jobs when he moves. Felix reminds you that he's a man, he'll take care of it. For the nth time that day, you hear a promise that has hurt you many times in the past.Â
You have had enough of dark and serious topics, so you attempt to lighten the mood.Â
"Spring Chicken, last weekend when I was at your place, the sheets didn't smell like Hyunjin."
"He hasn't used that bed in a long time, so we put fresh sheets. We'd put fresh sheets for you anyway even if he used the bed a lot."
"Could you ask him to sleep in the bed next time, the night before I show up?"
"Can I join him?"
"Sure, why not? Just don't play too many games in there, I don't want any spider webs in the sheets, if you know what I mean."Â
This is enough to get the two of your laughing lightly. Felix start to pinch the rolls on your stomach lightly and you return the favour, You are soon rolling on the bed and at some point Felix's head is almost hanging of the bed with you towering over him, pinning his entire body onto the mattress. Your eyes meet and both your eyes clear of laughter and something more serious takes over, you see hunger in his eyes.
"Old Hen, kiss me."
You hesistate, he asks again, and takes your palm, and kisses the inside using just his lips. He asks again, reminds you that you are in control. He takes his forefinger, puts it on his lips, then to your lips, does it a couple of times. And now you have sweat on your brow. You hesistate because you are in the dominant position, on top of him, but to get this part over and done with, without a fight or flight response, you have to do this. You lean down and press your lips lightly to his, and wait a few seconds, then try again and keep your lips closed, you get used to the feeling and there's no panic. You think you can handle him doing the rest of the work. You want to just flip him and get it over and done with. Given your size and strength, it's easy work but you swore never to do this type of thing again. So you withdraw.Â
"What's wrong Old Hen?"
"I think I can handle you taking the lead from now on."
Felix smiles at you, and sits back up since you withdrew and sat up and away from him. He takes your hand in his, and starts drawing the same circle on your palm to keep you from panicking. This circle feels like home at this point, and you welcome his lips when they connect to yours, and his tongue seeks yours out, very lightly and you surrender to the request. Feix takes it slow and depends the kiss, and in the end he's lying on top of you, with the comforting circle never ending in your palm. You find serenity.Â
Sunday 25th May, 2026 - 1:00 pm
You are back home and feel so alone. Nothing crazy happened beyond kissing and caressing each other last night. You couldn't help yourself, you'd held onto his small waist most of the time, it was such a delight to explore.
You went to mass with Felix in the morning and you feel like you are in a haze. You held his hand the entire time, as often as you could. You are being sucked into feeling a lot for this young man, and you are starting to feel less guilty about it.Â
My struggle today was staying awake while I wrote the chapter. If it seems weird it's because I slept every half hour at my desk, lol. I hope you like it. I hope to get the next chapter our sooner since I should be bisy next Saturday, Fingers crossed.
Summary: Reader is not a noona (older sister), not even an ajumma (middle aged woman), she surely is pushing halmeoni (grandma) vibes, and here comes Lee Felix trying to court her. Yeah, I know, totally bizarre. This is set in a non-idol universe where SKZ members are not idols but Reader and her friend Halima love K-pop and watch costume C-Dramas.
Chapter 13 - I Am Here For You
Saturday 24th May, 2025 - 9:07 am
You had not seen Felix since the previous weekend and now you were huffing and puffing chasing after him. This is not how you had expected the first few hours of spending a whole day with him would feel like.Â
You were both meant to walk to the lake together from your apartment, so when he buzzed you to let him in, you stayed at you door so you could watch him walk towards you from the elevator once het got up to the fifth floor. You had secretly become obssessed with Felix's walk. His walk reminded you of a young Keanu Reeves walking on the beach in one of the scenes in the movie 'Point Break'. Felix isn't bow legged like Keanu Reeves is, but he has the same masculine walk. You suppose it comes from having a set of balls, men always walk with their legs apart as though they are trying to avoid something. It's quite amusing but sexy, all in the same instance.Â
So you watched Felix walk towards you with both hands held behind his back like he was hiding something, which he revealed to be flowers. As usual, you were very grateful and you took them while bringing him in for a tight hug as a greeting. You needed a few minutes to put them in a vase and the two of you left, that's when you noticed Felix was carrying a cardboard tube from a paper towel roll. When you asked him about it, he told you that since you sent the song you were going to play today during your walk when he asked last night, he had an idea. This song is from your youth, and he would like to create new memories around it with you if you didn't mind. Felix wanted to do a relay race and the cardboard tube would be the baton.Â
Being amused by the concept, and also excited, you reminded Felix that you usually walk so he has to slow down a lot and you'll try to catch up. He synced both your phones and started playing Chariots of Fire when you got to the lake. He took the baton and took off at his usual pace after stretching, while you continued walking. He had his music in his ears while you played yours on speakerphone at a not so loud volume , you could hear it. Ten minutes later, you started to look back as you expected to see Felix. The moment you saw him, you turned around and put your right hand back, keeping your fingers splayed open, four fingers together and thumb away from all the rest, so that passing the baton wouldn't be a failure. All the while, the song was playing and it felt like a great soundtrack for the moment.Â
A few seconds later, you could hear Felix's steps slightly behind you and you felt the baton in the palm of your hand. He didn't let go that quickly until your fingers were wrapped around the baton, you smiled at each other before he took off again.Â
This is what brings you to this moment where you are huffing and puffing, trying to keep up with a very slowed down Felix, and he's almost walking at this point and you both start laughing.Â
"Old Hen, I can go slower if you want."Â
"Spring Chicken!" you attempt to shout at him, running out of breath. You want to hit him over the head with the baton because at this point, the two of you might as well be Tom and Jerry. The entire time the music still plays and you manage to hand it over. That short burst of activity reminds you that you are not wearing a sports bra and you should consider that next time just in case Felix wants to run like this again.Â
It hasn't been years since you ran a little, I mean, sometimes you have to chase a bus or race across the road to finish crossing before the lights turn red, but you usually just walk around the lake, It's how your met Felix last December, and how you now sometimes have Saturday morning dates so you can both exercise together.Â
It doesn't take long until you both get into the rythm and the handover starts to be more playful and even more fun than the first time. During one handover, you start to skip as you hold your hand out waiting for Felix but because your movement is a different style than his running, not just merely a different pace, Felix has a hard time since your hand is bobbing up and down with your movement. So he changes his movement and starts skipping, and suddenly the two of you are giggling a lot. You can't believe you got Felix to skip.Â
By the time you are done, you realize you are fourty five minutes longer than usual and you are feeling the physical strain of having done a more challenging routine.Â
Saturday 24th May, 2025 - 11:00 am
You are both seated at Old Country Buffet, having your brunch and your heart rate is finally down to normal. The two of you steal food from each other's plate and giggle about it like the fools you are. The same energy from he lake has carried over to the restaurant.Â
"I felt lilke I just partipated in the Olympics."Â
"Spring Chicken, that means we got participation trophies."Â
You spend the entire time eating and giggling, at the end of which you tell Felix that you will need a nap when you both get back to your apartment.Â
Saturday 24th May, 2025 - I:30 pm
You made Felix hit the shower ahead of you as you prefer to be the one cleaning after you are done. The two of you are now lying under one window sill where there's a slightly cool breeze coming in and washing over you. Felix doesn't seem to mind lying down on the floor next to you. You set a sheet down instead of the usual kikoi and have a pillow to share. You have another flat sheet to cover yourselves so the breeze isn't too much, and Felix is huddled close to you, and is now tracing his forefinger on your nose.Â
"You have an beautiful nose, Old Hen."
"Thank you. My classmates used to call me 'Arab nose' when I was younger and much skinnier."
"What?"
"And my mom from the last country said I have a 'Bentley nose'."
"What does that even mean?"
"Combination nose."
"I like it."
"Thank you Spring Chicken, so do I."
You can feel the tiredness working its way in your bones, how the rest is helping release it though you haven't fallen asleep yet. Any time you are next to a wall, your default setting is to lift your knee up and rest it on the wall, with your ankle next to your other knee that's lying down flat. Felix moves closer and starts caressing your thigh under the sheet, his fingers lighting touching the front of your thigh, moving back and forth very slowly. He has access to your entire leg because you wore hot pants and a t-shirt after your shower.Â
"Your skin is very smooth, Old Hen."
"That's my exfoliation routine in the shower," you murmur, losing yourself to the calming sensation of his touch. You might fall asleep faster than you expected.Â
"You took a long time to shower, about half an hour."
"I was also cleaning the bath tub and washing my underwear."
"Will you let me shower with you in the future?"
"Only after I am done. Then you can come in and play, I can't shower propely with you around."Â
You can hear the amusement in his voice when he wonders why you don't want him to have a smooth skin like yours.Â
"Spring Chicken, if you do what I do, you will damage your skin. I don't want that for you. Also, the routine afterwards takes a lot of discipline. I strongly advise you against it, just stick iwth what you are used to."
You hear Felix responding but the answer is not clear as you are being pulled by the undertow of sleep, you surrender to it.Â
FELIX'S POVÂ
Saturday 25th May, 2025 - 4:34 pm
You have been awake for a litle while but didn't want to leave the floor where you are still lying with Y/N. She must be very exhausted, from her weekday cleaning job and then this morning you both did Olynpic style level exercise, it knocked her our completely.Â
She nonchalantly walked out of her bedroom in hot pants and a t-shirt and it's the first time you have seen her bare thighs, and they are huge. It's one thing to see them covered up with her usual fitting pants or shorts but this time there was nothing left to the imagination. You refained from grabbing her immediately and kept yourself composed. Later on you got to explore a little, Y'N didn't protest as you kept it very tame, and she fell asleep, and so did you.Â
Right now she's stirring, starting to wake up, and it seems her first instinct when she wake up is to pull you closer. Her hand is splayed on the small of your back, and the way she pulls you in even as she's still asleep is dominant and possessive, quite the opposite of her character when she's awake. You know Y/N is not fully herself when she interacts with you, and you get a few glimpses from tme to time that there's a more aggressive side to her.Â
"Spring Chicken," her voice sounds very hoarse and sexy, "What time is it?"
"4:45 pm."Â
Y/N's POVÂ
Saturday 24th May, 2025 - 4:45 pm
You have woken up after a nap on the floor, and someone's with you. It's disorienting at first, but a deep manly voice tells you the time. Oh, it's Felix. This beautiful young man, the one who makes you both happy and guilty at the same time. The one who reminds you that your time is gone and his is just beginning. The one whose partner makes you scared to death because he might possibly make you throw everything away just to follow them. You don't like this situation you are in, even though it fills a void you've had most of your life. These two men shouldn't be therapy for you. It's not fair to either them or yourself. But this feels so good, to be taken care of, without a hint of malice. It's just sad that you are holding back on reciprocating because when you did that in the past, the whole thing went south. So now you are stuck with microdosing your display of affection towards them.Â
Saturday 24th May, 2025 - 7:50 pm
Felix made dinner, spaghetti and meat balls. And he seemed to want to talk about serious things while you both ate, you allowed him to when he asked. Felix is already thinking about what will happen after he leaves when his work permit expires. He wants to continue paying your bills, he wants you to continue being their woman, and his declaration makes your stomach tighten, the dinner starts to lose its taste. You really wanted a clean break and didn't anticipate this type of mess dragging you past their depature. You don't say anything at the moment, you let him keep talking. Felix is stil young and thinks he can do anything, life hasn't crushed him yet repeatedly to kill his light, he still has hope and energy to chase his dreams, even if those dreams are spread out across the entire planet.Â
'Old Hen, what do you think?"
"I don't know how you will manage, with you back in Australia and Hyunjin back in Korea. How can we be a thing when we are seperated in the physical sense?" you ask. Felix notices the sadness in your eyes and voice even though you don't intend it to seep throuh, and he holds out his free hand to yours. You take his hand and let him tell you things you consider tall tales, life has taught you many things, even your costume C-Dramas remind you that people can't keep promises when they are dead, no matter how sincere they are when they make them. You let his voice attempt to soothe you, then he starts to rub his thumb in circles in your palm. Dinner is forgotten, you let yourself live in a fantasy, where the circular motion of his thumb across your palm writes a new destiny for you.Â
Saturday 24th May, 2025 - 10 pm
The evening has taken a sombre tone and there's sadness hanging in the air. You are in bed with Felix, the portrait of both Felix and Hyunjin playing Hualian stares down at the two of your, fictional versions of the men in your life, looking down at you as though they mock your real relationship, whatever real means at this point. This evening feels like a farewell even though they both leave after August 2026, there's a lot of time but still, the gloom remains difficult to shake off.
The soft conversation between the two of you continues while you lie with your head on Felix's shoulder. Somtimes your bonnet slips and you have to fix it but it doesn't always matter. Felix learns about how you work to send money back home to care for your father. You let him have this information because you don't think it's damaging. You also let Felix know that your mom passed away, and he squeezes your hand lightly to comfort you. He then asks you to speak up because you seem to be withholding something, and you wonder how he can support you while in between jobs when he moves. Felix reminds you that he's a man, he'll take care of it. For the nth time that day, you hear a promise that has hurt you many times in the past.Â
You have had enough of dark and serious topics, so you attempt to lighten the mood.Â
"Spring Chicken, last weekend when I was at your place, the sheets didn't smell like Hyunjin."
"He hasn't used that bed in a long time, so we put fresh sheets. We'd put fresh sheets for you anyway even if he used the bed a lot."
"Could you ask him to sleep in the bed next time, the night before I show up?"
"Can I join him?"
"Sure, why not? Just don't play too many games in there, I don't want any spider webs in the sheets, if you know what I mean."Â
This is enough to get the two of your laughing lightly. Felix start to pinch the rolls on your stomach lightly and you return the favour, You are soon rolling on the bed and at some point Felix's head is almost hanging of the bed with you towering over him, pinning his entire body onto the mattress. Your eyes meet and both your eyes clear of laughter and something more serious takes over, you see hunger in his eyes.
"Old Hen, kiss me."
You hesistate, he asks again, and takes your palm, and kisses the inside using just his lips. He asks again, reminds you that you are in control. He takes his forefinger, puts it on his lips, then to your lips, does it a couple of times. And now you have sweat on your brow. You hesistate because you are in the dominant position, on top of him, but to get this part over and done with, without a fight or flight response, you have to do this. You lean down and press your lips lightly to his, and wait a few seconds, then try again and keep your lips closed, you get used to the feeling and there's no panic. You think you can handle him doing the rest of the work. You want to just flip him and get it over and done with. Given your size and strength, it's easy work but you swore never to do this type of thing again. So you withdraw.Â
"What's wrong Old Hen?"
"I think I can handle you taking the lead from now on."
Felix smiles at you, and sits back up since you withdrew and sat up and away from him. He takes your hand in his, and starts drawing the same circle on your palm to keep you from panicking. This circle feels like home at this point, and you welcome his lips when they connect to yours, and his tongue seeks yours out, very lightly and you surrender to the request. Feix takes it slow and depends the kiss, and in the end he's lying on top of you, with the comforting circle never ending in your palm. You find serenity.Â
Sunday 25th May, 2026 - 1:00 pm
You are back home and feel so alone. Nothing crazy happened beyond kissing and caressing each other last night. You couldn't help yourself, you'd held onto his small waist most of the time, it was such a delight to explore.
You went to mass with Felix in the morning and you feel like you are in a haze. You held his hand the entire time, as often as you could. You are being sucked into feeling a lot for this young man, and you are starting to feel less guilty about it.Â
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summary: part one. stray kids just works soooo hard, and arenât you just an angel of an assistant to give them the sexual relief they need? (chan and hyunjin getting some action specifically, the others will come in the next parts)
warnings: asshole skz, out of character because we like our men a lil evil around here, absolutely unrealistic, fuck knows what assistants do in these environments, cursing, power imbalance, objectification of reader lowk, dumb men, sexual content(oral and handjobs (m receiving), deepthroating, gagging(and gagging sum cum back up), spitting, cum eating, face fucking, grinding, ass play but nothing goes inside a body, making out, hickeys, heavy sexual tension), multiple sex scenes
word count: 22k
youâve been working for stray kids for about three weeks now and holy shit itâs fucking hell.
as an assistant. given to stray kids themselves because lately, theyâve been needing extra staff support. and thatâs okay, boys. just⊠stop being fucking assholes, maybe?
chan is the only one who sometimes remembers you have a name. he makes you feel like he could either pat your head or fire you without raising his voice. mostly he just nods when you hand him something, mutters âthanksâ and keeps walking like youâre part of the wallpaper. one time he actually said âgood jobâ after you fixed his in ear monitor in under ten seconds during soundcheck. you almost dropped dead from the shock.
lee know says maybe twelve words to you a day if youâre lucky. you hand him water, he takes it. you remind him something, he goes âmhm.â you accidentally bump into him backstage and he just sidesteps. you wonder if he even knows youâre the new assistant or if he thinks youâre just another staff member.
changbin is the only one who consistently doesnât make you feel disposable. he always says âthank you so muchâ when you pass him anything. once you brought him his favorite hoodie you knew he likes and he looked at you like you hung the moon. âah⊠really? you didnât have toâŠâ he still forgets your name sometimes but at least he tries. âyou⊠the new one, right? sorry, what was it again?â cute fucker.
you want to kick hyunjin up. heâll take the coffee youâre offering, and go âhm. a little cold alreadyâ like you personally pissed in it. you stand there wondering if you should spit in his next one. heâs not outright cruel, just lowkey evil in that hot way that makes you wanna smack him and also maybe climb him. heâs lucky youâre professional.
han seems to be fine by himself most of the time but says âthank youuu~â to you at leadt. pretty chill guy. doesnât pay you much mind though. doesnât pay much mind to anything.
felix manages a âoh, thank youâ when you get him something but thatâs mostly it. you swear heâs the only one who makes eye contact. lowk distant, not like you expected him to jump into your lap, just saying. you brought him throat candies once and he looked genuinely touched. âyou noticed? ah, iâm sorry for the trouble.â bro youâre literally paid to notice.
seungmin doesnât care much either. oh, staff, nice, gets me shit. helps me with shit. itâs their job, my job, thatâs fine.
jeongin manages to thank you too, time to time. sometimes heâll add a tiny âyouâre fastâ when youâre quick with something.
you hate working for them, to be honest.
just again, why would anyone expect these celebrities to be nice to you, but still. eye contact at least would be nice, dude. or dudes.
mornings are the worst. youâre running around with eight different demands at the same time. chan wants you to tell other people like, sixty things. hyunjin complains whatever drink he asked for is too sweet even though he didnât fucking specify. lee know just takes whatever you give him and stares into the void. changbin thanks you three times. han acts hurt when you ask him something bc wdym he has to think when itâs your job. felix politely asks if you can find his missing earring. seungmin is on his phone all the time and jeongin is hiding behind his hood pretending heâs not awake yet.
when theyâre not just rotting in the recording booths, youâre shoving water bottles, towels, monitors, this and that into their hands while they barely look at you.
âhere.â âthanks.â âmhm.â âfuck, this cord is tangled again, who the hellââ (thatâs seungmin).
hyunjin once threw his in ear back at you because it was âbuzzing weirdâ and you caught it mid air. he actually looked surprised before going back to ignoring your existence.
but most of the time, youâre background noise. a pair of hands that brings things and fixes things and stays out of the way.
but just again, theyâre not your friends and you do not expect them to be. theyâre eight men in their twenties living in pressure all the time and they simply donât have the energy to care about the new assistant beyond âdoes this person make my life easier right now?â
thatâs fine with you. you get paid. you get to stare at handsome faces all day.
plus theyâre all massive dramatic bitches when the stress gets too serious.
well, they never scream at you or anything, that would be unprofessional and theyâre way too image conscious for that shit. but the passive aggressive energy? the tiny huffs? you want to strangle them.
hyunjin is like the final fuckass boss. you want to peg him just tor the way how he acts when something doesnât go exactly his way. and not peg in the good way.
one morning you handed him his coffee and it had one too many ice cubes or whatever the fuck and he just stared at the cup.
âthis again?â he muttered, then shoved it back into your hands without looking at you. âmake it properly.â
later during rehearsal when his mic pack was acting up he actually clicked his tongue loud enough for you to hear and gave you that gut curling side eye like you invented technical difficulties yourself. bitch. you fixed it in thirty seconds flat and he didnât even say thanks.
still, when heâs not in bitch mode he tolerates you fine. sometimes he even nods in your direction when he sees you. progress.
chan can get angry. âwhereâs the updated timing?â he asked you once, voice flat, like you were supposed to read his mind.
you scrambled, fixed it, handed it over. he took it without a word, scanned it, then just exhaled through his nose real hard.
the manly equivalent of slamming a door.
later he remembered to mutter âsorry, long dayâ but it still felt like you got lightly bitch slapped by responsibility.
you once brought lee know the wrong flavor of sum drink and he just looked at the bottle for five full seconds, then set it down slowly. he still takes whatever you give him most days and grunts âmhmâ but on bad days that grunt sounds like itâs coming from the depths of hell.
changbin tries to behave, but he gets irritated at shit too. heâll smile through it at first, âah itâs okayâŠâ but then he starts avoiding eye contact. not brave enough to actually point it out.
one time the stylists changed his outfit last minute and he had to wait for you to find the right shoes because it was put down somewhere. he stood there quietly for ten minutes, then very politely went ââŠitâs been a while, hm?â
you felt bad as fuck even though it wasnât your fault. you got a thanks, at least.
han will still say thank you but itâs almost sarcastic. âthanks. really needed that.â said in a tone that implies he needed it five minutes ago. he wants you to be in place, you work for him after all.
felix stays fair at least. âitâs fine.â heâll say. âjust⊠next time maybe check twice?â you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. beautiful men should not be allowed to do this.
seungmin will take what you hand him, say thanks in the most neutral tone possible, and thatâs it. says thanks but says it wirh the energy of thx.
sometimes heâll just look through you like youâre not even there. one time you reminded him about something in twenty and he went âyeah i knowâ so flat you felt stupid for opening your mouth.
heâs not mean exactly, just⊠done. existing in his own bubble and youâre outside it.
jeongin will mumble thanks when you help him but if heâs stressed he gets his little attitude. âyou sure this is the right one?â he asked once, holding up the wrong anything you accidentally gave him. made you feel so dumb. wanted you to feel dumb. then he smiled like he didnât just lowkey call you incompetent. little shit.
still blushes when you catch him off guard though, so at least thereâs that.
the days theyâre huge bitches are usually the ones with back to back schedules, zero sleep, and zero breaks. you get it. so yeah, they snap a little. they get pissy. they sigh loud and click tongues and give you the cold shoulder.
but they donât hate you, actually. none of them has ever complained about you to management or asked for someone else.
they like you enough not to make your life hell, but not enough to treat you like a person most days. youâre useful. reliable. thatâs about it. youâre like any other staff, assigned a little closer to them, maybe.
you like watching chan lead them thru another flawless performance like he didnât almost bite your head off six hours earlier.
men.
and itâs always, a l w a y s, y/n this. y/n that. y/n where is my nonstop. theyâre on your dick 24/7.
ây/n.â
ây/n get me water.â
ây/n my in ear is messed up again.â
ây/n whereâs the schedule?â
ây/n, hurry.â
even when theyâre being bitches they still need you. especially when theyâre being bitches.
hyunjin is your favorite to be honest. not because oh bias or anything, just because you actually kinda fuck with the way heâs like this. itâs like those female teachers loving the boys even though the boys are annoying and disrespectful.
ây/n. fix this.â heâll say, pissy, shoving his half buttoned shirt at you. the stylist buttoned it for him perfectly before, mind you. fuck did he unbutton it for? bitch go tell the stylist this not y/n. (you did it for him)
one time he was in a full mood during rehearsal, everything was wrong, and he kept calling your name every thirty seconds. ây/n this light is too bright.â ây/n the floor feels sticky.â
you fixed it all but told him under your breath âthen lick it cleaner, princessâ
he actually heard you. you thought you were getting fired right there. wouldnât even have minded it either, but he just gave you the deadest stare but didnât say shit because deep down he knows heâs being a hoe.
when chan asks you to bring the this, the that, you bring it. two minutes later: ây/n, the pens?â you bring pens. five minutes later: ây/nââ you almost throw the whole fucking folder at his head.
lee know doesnât even say full sentences anymore. just ây/n.â and then points at whatever he needs. water. towel. phone charger.
once he did the finger point while staring straight ahead.
you almost broke his finger.
you handed him the thing and he went âmhmâ
changbin at least can get a nice tone on for FUCKâs sake. ây/n, sorry, could you get me theâŠ?â itâs every ten minutes. you catch him looking a little guilty sometimes, mayb he knows theyâre all overusing you, but then five minutes later heâs doing it again because his brain is fried and your help is nice.
han says thank you at least. he, compared to the others, lowkey leaves you alone. but thatâs compared to the others. he still needs this and that and oh alsoâ
felix really likes calling for you. sometimes he adds a tiny âsorry for bothering you againâ but then asks for thirty things at once after that.
seungmin takes what you give him and barely look up, but god forbid youâre two steps too slow. heâll just exhale hard through his nose. heâs on your dick just as much as the rest, just quieter about it.
ây/nâŠâ jeongin mumbles at first, then if you take too long he gets this little smirk. ây/n, you sleeping or what?â he gon get his arm broken very soon, youâre capable of many things. whoop foreshadowing.
anyways, one time he called your name four times in a row because he couldnât find his own fucking socks and when you finally found them he went âwow youâre slow todayâ you wanted to stuff the socks in his mouth.
youâll be in the middle of fixing something on hyunjin(heâs a bitch but still lets you this close to him, says a lot tbh) and chan will call from across the room ây/n, timing?â and han will chime in ây/n i need my phoneâ and suddenly itâs a chorus of your name from eight different directions.
y/n.
y/n.
y/n.
yeah itâs not rare that you get called for from multiple directions at the same time.
take it when hyunjin and changbin both go y/n at the exact same second.
hyunjinâs voice is already pissy because his shirt collar is sitting weird. ây/n, fix this, itâs choking me.â
changbin is just as demanding but has a nicer tone to it. ây/n⊠sorry, can you pass me the throat spray? my voice feels off.â
you freeze for half a second while both of them stare at you expecting you to split in two.
hyunjin clicks his tongue. âwell?â
you end up tossing the spray to changbin first because he was nicer about it, then youâre on hyunjin adjusting his stupid pretty collar while he looks down at you.
âfaster.â he mutters. you want to bite his neck. not in the sexual way. you actually want to rip his veins out.
you two lowk like each other.
then chan. ây/n, is my laptop there?â lee know just lifts one hand lazily without even looking up. âwater.â han is waving at you with that big smile that hides how tired he is. ây/n, my protein bar, the chocolate one!â felix raises his hand too âyo y/n, any chance you got my phone?â seungmin next ây/n, mind grabbing me a coffee? black, thanks.â and jeongin is peeking from behind his phone. ây/n? can you check if my shoes are laced right? feels weird.â he could do it himself, mind you. he just likes to slave you around. all eight do.
all eight. at once. youâre one woman. you have two hands and one brain thatâs currently dying.
when yâall have somewhere to be, every five minutes someone needs something. ây/n, my earphones are tangled.â hyunjin, pissy. ây/n, do we have any gum?â felix. ây/n, what time are we arriving again?â chan. lee know doesnât even say your name, he just looks at you and you already know, water. han is the only one who adds a cute âpleaseâ most times, but even he piles on. changbin tries to be independent, at least. seungmin throws a ây/n, charger?â your way. jeongin entertains himself, heâs usually not that big of a problem when youâre out.
one night after a crazy schedule when all of them are quiet for once, changbin murmurs a ây/n, my neck hurts, any painkillers?â and ây/nââ ây/nââ ây/n, me too actuallyââ âyeah, if you have extra.â
you had to take the deepest breath. youâll be a good mother after all this practice at least.
but letâs be real, after all this time and you not quitting, the hoes started to slowly trust you.
not in the letâs be besties way, but they know they can count on y/n.
they stop watching you like a hawk when you hold their phones. they leave expensive watches and half used shit on tables and donât triple check if you moved anything. they even complain about managers infront of you sometimes.
they know you wonât fuck them over.
the biggest change happened because of chan.
it was genuinely a disaster of a night. everything went to shit. at 1:17am he pulled out his phone, texted you that he needs help with something. dorm if you can.
and you went because youâre a damn good assistant. security also let you through because apparently chan had already cleared it.
he opened their door in a black hoodie and sweats, hair so cute, looking equal parts grateful and dead. but he was really, really, really relieved to see you. âcome in. sorry itâs a mess.â
it was messy, but sure, theyâre men.
andyou spent the whole night at their tiny dining table with him. everything work related was on the table. chan was surprisingly open once the door was closed.
you even massaged his shoulders for ten minutes when he looked close to death. he kept muttering âthanks⊠seriously y/nâ every hour or so. woah, gratitude we see there?
he really needed you that night. he needed the help he doesnât usually take.
then jeonginâs little bitchass walked out of his room around 3:30am wearing nothing but black boxers, hair sticking up everywhere, half asleep and scratching his stomach.
he just gave you a lazy little slap on the arm as he passed. âhey, y/n.â he mumbled, walking weird(nothing happened, men just walk weird sometimes we know that), drank a huge glass of water, then casually walked back to his room.
your mouth went dry. he looked so hot.
chan just shook his head.
you powered through. by 6am chan had everything solid.
he told you to âgo home. take the whole day off tomorrowâ today. whatever. you earned it. iâll tell management.â you tried to argue but he just shook his head. âno. sleep.â like okay dada.
each of the others had their opinions of this night, of course. most of the disagreement was pointed towards chan, not you. it was chan who let staff this close into their finally earned personal space, and you were just doing your job. but just again, this was most. the ones who think less in general, felix for an example, or seungmin but he does use his brain, those were the ones who did feel a little bit different about you.
but even they got over it because they have bigger shit to deal with.
plus⊠youâre actually fun to be around.
they realized that.
chan, after that all nighter, looks at you with actual respect. youâre not just staff anymore but someone who has his back, even though youâre doing it because you get paid for it.
ây/n, handle this for me?â and you do, because youâre reliable as fuck and he knows. youâre pretty much the only staff member who doesnât make his head hurt.
then one afternoon you were sitting on a couch and⊠minho sat down next to you? like so next to you that his whole thick sidewas pressed up against yours. thigh to thigh, arm to arm, everything.
and he talked to you??? âi donât like this schedule.â he muttered. âthey keep adding shit. you notice that too?â you nodded like a dumbass and he kept going, complaining about this and that.
five whole minutes of lee know having a conversation while basically cuddling you on a tiny couch. you didnât move. you didnât breathe too loud. when he finally got up he just gave you one nod and left. your leg was asleep for twenty minutes after. men are disgustingly hot.
all because he saw that chan put trust in you.
changbin has straight up adopted you. he follows you around whenever heâs not needed, chatting about random stuff just to talk to you. other staff have literally gotten used to seeing the two of you walking side by side down every corridor.
youâre delivering papers? heâs right there beside you, chatting. youâre grabbing coffee for everyone? he tags along carrying one cup just to talk.
hyunjin started this disgusting new habit where heâll stress eat half a fucking sandwich, or a granola bar, or some random pastry, then shove the sad remains straight into your hand.
âhere. itâs yours now.â
one time it was a half eaten banana and he just pressed the mushy end into your palm while looking you dead in the eye.
âfinish it.â
you stood there holding warm banana goo wondering how the fuck your life got to this point.
you were starving though. his saliva didnât even taste that bad.
one night, like really late night when the others were still recording in the booth and you were sitting in the couch of that room, han just⊠sat in your lap??
ây/n, bounce me.â
so you kept talking to another staff member while you had your arms around the man and bounced your knees up and down. his ass was warm and heavy and every bounce made your thighs burn.
the unprofessional ever.
he enjoyed it though and thatâs what matters. (this action will have consequences ahh)
one evening felix texted you saying he needed help with some paperwork shit at the dorm because he was too wiped to think straight. other staff usually deal with it for him but this time they shoved it into his hands and he had to take it home.
anyways. when you were there you made the mistake of saying âthat shirt looks nice on youâ professionally!!
felix paused, looked down at it, then just peeled it off right there, tossed it at your face and said âkeep it.â
you caught it on instinct, fabric still warm from his body, and stood there holding a shirt worth a kidney.
seungmin usually keeps his distance but one night he was heading down to grab late night food for the boys. he asked the boys first, the usual, then turned to you. ây/n, you want anything?â
you stopped. seungmin remembering the staff exists? seungmin offering?
you muttered something about candy and he nodded, came back twenty minutes later with your little chocolate bar.
youâd been promoted from staff to lowkey pet.
some night you had to stand outside with some important smoking higher people while the boys were indoors, it was freezing. jeongin noticed from the window, disappeared for thirty seconds, then came out and draped his own jacket over your shoulders with a friendly smile. you thanked him hundreds of times but he just waved you off and went back inside. he jacket smelled like him. boy sweat, cologne, whatever detergent they use with chan. your mouth watered a little remembering the boxers incident. men make you feral.
as long as youâre around, shit runs smoother.
youâre just trying not to moan out loud when another one of them does something intimate while calling your name for the hundredth time that day.
fucking men. fucking hoes.
fucking unbelievable.
fucking sweet.
youâre back in chan and jeonginâs dorm again, way past midnight , because apparently âjust one more hour of reviewing thisâ turned into âletâs camp out until the sun comes up.â
jeongin is already passed out in his room.
the whole situation screams unprofessional from every angle. you, sitting on the floor next to chanâs bed with your laptop balanced on your knees while he sits in his gaming chair, elbows on the desk, staring at his own screen.
the room smells like him. you like it.
youâre in your bossâs bedroom at 2am helping him work. assistant duties, sure. but still. hope we can all see whatâs up.
chan rubs his eyes with one big hand and sighs. ây/n⊠you any good with this negotiation shit?â
you stretch your back. âyeah, iâm decent. learned a bunch from the last company i was at. act like youâre doing them a favor. also iâm good at reading between the lines on email tone, when theyâre bluffing, when theyâre actually pissed, that kinda thing.â
he nods, listening.
âhonestly, iâm good at a lot of shit.â you say. âi know, uuh, spreadsheets, schedules, calming down people, giving killer blowjobs when the situation calls for it.â
the second the words leave your mouth your soul leaves your body.
you slap both hands over your face. âoh my god, chan, iâm so fucking sorry. that was disgusting. i was joking. iâm just exhausted, my brainâs not working, please pretend i didnât say that. holy shit i wanna die.â
he stares at you for a second, then lets out this little surprised laugh, shoulders shaking a little. that whole combo looks good on him.
âfuck, okay. itâs fine, y/n. really. weâre both running on no sleep. donât worry about it. shit slips out.â chuckling a little, eyes crinkling at the corners. âdidnât expect that one, though.â
you nod fast, mumble a âheh yeah mhmâ face burning, wanting to disappear, and force your eyes back to your screen.
the silence that follows feels different than before.
minutes tick by. youâre both typing again, but the energy in the room has changed. bad. human energy. physical.
chan keeps glancing over.
then he clears his throat. ây/n.â
you look up. you know youâre going to get fired in this saint second.
âwould you⊠be down for it?â
huh?
âdown for what?â
he exhales through his nose, he canât believe heâs saying this out loud. âthe blowjob.â and immediately he leans back, hands coming up. âfuck, sorry, that came out wrong. i didnât mean to make it weird, this is so unprofessional, iâm your boss basically, weâre both tired, this is crossing every line, i havenât had any action in months and iâm tired, just forget i said anythingââ
âsure.â
âsure?â
you swallow. âi mean⊠yeah. if you want. we can keep it professional. iâm offering to help because itâs my job. i donât mind helping. really. like no weirdness after. or any attachment if thatâs what youâre afraid of. just⊠relief. like the other stuff i do for you guys. we both know this stays between us.â
he watches you for a long time, searching your face. making sure youâre not fucking with him.
holy shiiiiit.
the leader in him is clearly fighting the man whoâs been running on stress for months.
finally his eyebrows move lower on his face. he looks so good. âyou sure? i donât want you feeling like you have to. if itâs a hard no, say it. we go back to work and pretend this conversation never happened.â
you nod, setting your laptop aside on the bed. âiâm sure. weâre both adults. you trust me enough to let me in here. i trust you enough to keep it between us. itâs just⊠helping. professionally, i guess.â
chan rubs his face with both hands, then drops them, looking at you with disbelief. âfuck. okay. yeah. if youâre really down⊠that would actually be⊠shit, i donât even know how to say it without sounding like an asshole.â
he shifts in the chair, the move making his sweats pull tighter across his lap. you donât let your eyes drop there. not yet.
âi want to, chan. shut up and let your assistant help.â
âalright. if youâre sure.â
you nod, heart racing, moving toward him on the floor.
the air between you crackles with how fucking human and inevitable this whole thing is.
wait, no, i meant to say professional.
totally fucking professional.
he watches you approach, throat working as he swallows. hot. ây/nâŠâ
âmm?â
âthank you. seriously.â
you smile, sweet, beautiful, even as you settle down between his spread legs. âanytime, chan. now relax and let me do my job.â
the laptop screen glows behind him, forgotten. for the first time in weeks, mr leader looks like he actually feels something besides depression.
you keep your voice to a whisper, soft and comforting, youâre so good at it. âitâs okay. youâve been so wound up. let me take care of it.â
his eyes are locked on yours, and now you can actually feel them do something to you. you can already see the outline of him straining against the front of his sweats, tented up nice and obvious now, the shape of his cock pushing forward cuz itâs been trying to wave hello after you two danced around the idea for ten whole minutes.
you drag one finger in slow, lazy circles on the inside of his thigh. god, thatâs a muscle there. up and down.
âthatâs it.â you whisper. âjust let it happen. youâre safe with me tonight.â
he lets out a low, shaky breath through his nose, thighs spreading wider. the outline gets thicker, harder, the head of him nudging more obviously against the fabric until the whole thing is basically throbbing there, begging.
you keep circling that finger, pressing a little firmer each time, watching the way his cock jumps every time you get close but never quite touch it yet.
when heâs fully hard, cock standing so stiff itâs almost pathetic how it strains the waistband of his sweats, a tiny wet spot already forming where the tip is leaking, you finally hook your fingers into the elastic. slow as fuck. you tug the sweats down his hips inch by inch, letting them bunch around his cute ankles. his boxer briefs come next, black and snug, the front stretched obscenely over the fat length of him. you peel those down too, careful, watching his cock spring free and slap up against his stomach with a soft, heavy sound.
and jesus fucking christ.
heâs big. not porn star ridiculous ofc, but real man big. thick, veiny, kind of cock that makes your mouth water. like wdym your boss has been packing this the whole time? the head is flushed, already shiny with pre cum beading at the slit. his balls are heavy underneath, drawn up tight from how turned on he is, nestled in a bush of dark pubes that get light when going up his pretty little stomach. makes your stomach flip.
ây/n⊠shit, i havenât had time to, iâm not really shavââ
you press a finger to your lips, a soft shh, then slide a hand up his thigh and squeeze the thick muscle there, reassuring. âdonât. seriously. itâs fine. youâre perfect like this.â
you donât mind. you expected it. this man barely has time to sleep, let alone shave his junk.
his eyes go wide.
hungry.
that little thing, you telling him heâs perfect just changed something in his dumb man brain and now heâs stupidly, suddenly attracted to you in a way that goes waaaay past professional relief. not just attracted, attached.
his cock twitches hard in the air between you, confirming it, another bead of pre sliding down the shaft.
you spit into your palm. lands loud in the quiet room. not so ladylike but after all it is, because you use it to wrap your hand around the base of him. slow. so fucking slow. feels so funny. in the hot way.
you stroke up from the root all the way to the head, thumb swirling over the leaking tip to spread everything nice and slick. down again, twisting your wrist a little, spreading your spit around, feeling the way his pubes tickle the side of your hand on every pass.
chanâs head falls back against the chair. he lets out these low little sounds. guttural might be the best word. a deep âmmphâ when you squeeze tighter on the upstroke. a shaky exhale that turns into a quiet little groan when you drag your thumb right under the head where heâs most sensitive. his balls are basically in love with you.
you keep it slow, just learning the shape of him, the way his cock pulses in your grip, learning how heâs built.
workâs gonna be real difficult after this, knowing the exact shape of your bossâ cock, but whatever. nowâs not the time to think about that.
another spit, right onto the head this time, and you spread it with your palm, making everything messy.
looks obscene. looks like him.
heâs leaking constantly now, precum mixing with your spit and dripping down over your knuckles.
you twist your hand on the way back up, firm, perfect, and chanâs hips jerk once, oh fuck he didnât mean to, a âfuckâslipping out.
you keep going like that. long strokes. base to tip. tip to base. sometimes you pause at the head and just milk him with your thumb and fingers, watching more pre ooze out. sometimes you roll his balls gently in your other hand, feeling how full they are, how manly.
every sound he makes is quiet but real, thatâs why itâs so hot, low grunts, shaky sighs, the occasional deep something in his chest that you canât quite identify. his hands are gripping the arms of the chair.
you glance up at him every few strokes, catching the way his jaw clenched, eyes half lidded, so so so hot, and fixed on your hand working him, that beautiful face flushed and fucked up already.
he looks like he came six fucking times already and youâve barely even started. he looks fucking gone. the outline in his pants was nothing compared to the real thing, big, heavy in your hand, twitching and leaking.
shit, like he hasnât been touched in months.
chan lets out another quiet groan, hips shifting, moving up into your hand. his cock is flushed darker now, veins standing out, the head glossy and swollen. beautiful.
you squeeze his thigh again with your free hand, comforting, and he melts a little more into the chair, another âmmhâŠâ escaping him.
youâre really fucking good at this.
you keep stroking him slowly and slick for a few more (torturous) seconds, watching his cock live in your fist, veins bulging, the head shiny and leaking. chanâs thighs are tense as fuck around you, muscles flexing in pleasure. his breathing is rough, the low grunts turning into shaky little huffs that heâs clearly trying to keep quiet because jeongin is still in the building.
you lean in closer, spit one more onto the tip. it lands and slides down the shaft, mixing with all the pre already dripping everywhere.
then you finally stop the foreplay.
you take him into your mouth.
the second your lips wrap around the swollen head chan has to take a biiiig breath, head tilted back, his mouth shut, teeth gritted.
you sink down fast, taking as much of his thick cock as you can in one go, lips hugging the girth. so snug. half his length disappears into your (hot, wet) mouth and you hollow your cheeks immediately, wow, sucking like youâre trying to pull the stress right out of his balls.
chanâs hand flies to the back of your head, then leaves it because he remembers youâre his assistant, and flies to the chair instead. his hips thrust up, chasing you, and you let him, relaxing your throat so another inch slides in.
his eyes actually cross.
the head bumps the back of your throat and you swallow around him, throat muscles struggling, but still milking the tip. spit is already pouring out the corners of your mouth, dripping down his shaft and soaking into the dark pubes at the base. you donât care. you bob your head, then again, and again, sloppy and greedy(for your bossâ cock), gluck gluck gluck.
chan has to breathe with his mouth open to bear with the pleasure.
every time you pull back you swirl your tongue around the head, sucking hard on the sensitive underside before diving back down, nose pressing into his pubes on the deepest strokes.
itâs so obscene. so filthy. has that human smell thatâs almost disgusting but more hot.
his balls are right there, heavy(makes him even hotter in your eyes), so you reach up with one hand and roll them gently, fingers slipping through the soft hair covering them, tugging, massaging, making his cock jump in your mouth.
the sounds heâs making are pure porn.
ây/n⊠fuckâ y/nââ
music. to. your. fucking. ears.
itâs the only opinion he can get out. pure disbelief that his quiet, sweet little assistant is sucking his soul out through his dick like a pro. where the fuck did you learn to do this? the question is written all over his fucked face, but all that comes out is another desperate ây/n⊠shitââ
you hum around him. his cock twitches violently on your tongue, another thick spurt of pre flooding your mouth. you swallow it down greedily, moaning softly so he feels it, then pull off just long enough to spit on him again. messy, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening cock, so unprofessional(well no fucking shit), before you dive back in even harder.
youâre giving him your best. head bobbing fast and sloppy, one hand stroking what your mouth canât reach, twisting. the other hand keeps playing with his balls, feeling how full and heavy they are, how the skin wrinkles under your fingers.
spit is everywhere. dripping down your chin, running down his shaft, soaking his pubes.
every time you take him deep your throat makes these disgusting gurgling noises and chanâs thighs start shaking around your shoulders.
heâs panting now, chest heaving under his hoodie, head thrown back against the chair. his whines are getting higher, god, he canât believe how good it feels.
his cock is rock hard and pulsing, the head basically exploding in pleasure everytime it hits the back of your throat. you suck harder, cheeks hollowed, tongue working the underside.
good little assistant you are.
you pull off for a second to catch your breath, strings of thick spit connecting your swollen lips to his cock. you stroke him fast with your slick hand, watching the way his balls tighten even more, the way his pubes are soaked and clinging to his skin. then you lean down and take him back down, burying your nose in his pubes until your throat is bulging around him.
chan is gone. completely gone. not here anymore. his whines turn into these animal groans that he tries to muffle with his fist, but they still leak out.
you go faster now. sloppier. throat relaxing so you can take him even deeper, nose grinding into him. spit bubbles at the corners of your mouth and drips onto his balls. your hand keeps working the base, stroking in time with your mouth, squeezing. his cock is so wet it sounds disgusting, loud, wet, filthy sucking noises that would be embarrassing if either of you gave a single fuck right now.
his thighs are trembling hard around you. his abs are clenching under the hoodie.
you look up at him through wet lashes, eyes watering from how deep youâre taking him, and the sight of the big strong leader completely dying because of your mouth is enough to make you moan around his cock.
you feel the power of your situation. your jaw is starting to ache but you donât care. you love it. you love how his thighs are shaking around your shoulders, how his balls feel in your palm, how every time you pull off for a breath a string of spit connects your swollen lips to his glistening cock and he stares down at you like heâs seeing god.
heâs leaking so much itâs constant now, salty and warm and kinda ew, sliding down your throat while you moan around him because youâre so fucking turned on it hurts.
you feel powerful. you feel wanted. you feel the stress melting out of his body.
he doesnât want this to end, but heâs so close that it might very soon. because youâre that good.
thatâs why his hips donât stop twitching, squirming around, and his thighs spread more, trembling, and that ây/n⊠y/nâŠâ turns into one long moan.
you push deeper, swallowing around him, throat squeezing tight as the first thick rope of cum shoots down your throat. itâs hot, salty, a lot, months of stress and no release all pouring out in wild spurts that you swallow greedily, cheeks hollowed, eyes watering you keep sucking through it, milking him with your mouth and hand while he cums and cums and cums like heâs never going to stop. doesnât taste that good but youâre just doing your job, arenât you, y/n?
ây/nâ fuckâ y/nââ his voice is so fucking whiny it makes your pussy clench.
you take every twitch, every throb, every spurt as it coats your tongue and slides down. your toes are curled. the musky smell of him mixed with fresh cum is so filthy and human it makes your head spin.
you keep working him through the whole thing, slow and gentle now, sucking softly on the sensitive head while the last weak pulses dribble onto your tongue.
his cock is twitching, now just half hard, shiny and messy with spit and cum when you finally pull off. sounds wet. a string of saliva and semen connects your swollen lips to his tip for a second before it breaks and drips onto his balls.
you swallow one last time, then back on your heels, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. âall done, boss.â
chanâs slumped in the chair, chest heaving, eyes half lidded and kinda crossed??, mouth open. he looks like he doesnât know whether to propose or cry.
he sighs. reaches down slowly, tucking his spent, spit shiny cock back into his boxers with shaky hands, then yanks his sweats up over his hips. the wet spot on the front is lame. funny. then sits there for a second, rebooting.
then he stands up on slightly unsteady legs, runs a hand through his messy hair, and mutters âiâm⊠gonna take a quick shower. you can go home. i meanâ fuck, not like iâm sending you home, god no, iâm not that much of an asshole. i just⊠youâve been here all night, you should restââ
âi know what you mean. itâs okay. iâll head out.â voice sweet and professional like you didnât just swallow his load two minutes ago.
he nods, relief and some emotional dilema on his face. he looks like he wants to say something bigger but doesnât know how. instead he just says âdo you want tomorrow off? you earned it. more than earned it.â
you shake your head, standing up and smoothing your clothes. âno, iâm good. iâll see you. donât worry about me.â
he watches you gather your stuff for a second, then nods.
you slip out of the apartment as quietly as you can.
your lips feel swollen, your jaw aches, and you can still taste him. your panties are soaked through, thighs sticky, and your brain is a mess of what the fuck did i just do and holy shit that was hot.
back inside, chan stands under the shower for a long time, hot water pounding on his shoulders, trying to wrap his head around the fact that his you, his assistant, just got on her knees and sucked him dry.
he keeps thinking of the way you looked up at him, the way you swallowed everything, the little cheeky âall done, bossâ after. god, that was hot. cherry on fucking top.
his chest feels tight. it has nothing to do with the orgasm and everything to do with how much he suddenly wants to pull you close and make you his girl. and with the stress and anxiety, of course. how will tomorrow go? will you act normal? how will the boys find out? ugh. he might just go and cuddle up next to jeongin in hopes of getting some comfort, for fuckâs sake.
and⊠oh my god, youâre back at it the next day like nothing happened, running around. like, for all eight of them again. y/n get this, y/n fix that strap, y/n whereâs my fucking charger, y/n my coffeeâs cold.
y/n you deserve a month off. a year. a life. respect to you.
and you and chan are scarily professional. no signs. no weird eye contact, no blushing, nothing. wow.
you hand him something and he says âthanksâ you fix something on him and he just nods.
but thereâs this new tension in the air that the other seven clock immediately.
chan is⊠softer. more boy than man. or maybe more man than boy. his shoulders arenât as locked up. thatâs good. he laughs a little quicker at hanâs dumb jokes. and his eyes keep flicking to you when youâre across the room, then away. he even says âtake it easy today, y/nâ once in passing, and you smile at him like you didnât have his cock down your throat eight hours ago.
the boys arenât stupid. theyâve known chan for years, we know that. they can read that man easily.
so the second theyâre alone, one of the bigger studio rooms or green rooms or whatever after the afternoon schedule, doors shut, no staff, just the eight of them sprawled on couches...
âokay what the fuck is up with you and y/n?â han asks legs kicked up on the coffee table. âdid something happen?â
chan freezes mid sip of his water. âwhat? no. shut up.â
hyunjin leans forward. âno, somethingâs up. are you okay?â
chan rubs his face, puts the water down. he keeps glancing at the door. âitâs notâ look, itâs nothing. weâre fine. drop it.â
changbin watches him. âyou know you can tell us.â
âno, itâs not about y/n.â
âthen?â
chan groans, head falling back against the couch. heâs quiet for a long minute, jaw working, chewing on his mouth, clearly fighting with himself. plus he just lied about it not being about you. fuck.
the silence is killing them.
ââŠy/n blew me, okay?â
dead silence.
âlike..?â han mumbles, grabbing imaginary hair in front of him and thrusting his hips forward into the air like heâs face fucking someone.
hyunjin watches. giggles. says âlike..?â and tilts his head back, opens his mouth wide, and jerks both hands up and down like heâs milking a cock into an open mouth. âlike this?â his voice is so cute, giggling, laughing, smiling ear to ear. heâs beautiful.
âlike..?â felix pokes his tongue hard into his cheek so it bulges out while he jacks the air next to his face with one hand.
âlike..?â changbin twists both hands in the air like heâs gripping a thick shaft, then leans forward and makes loud sucking noises above it, hollowing his cheeks, eyes big and looking up at chan while he does the most pornographic blowjob mime youâve ever seen. âmmh⊠mmh⊠like this? deepthroat?â
âlike..?â jeongin smirks and makes a fist, then bobs his head down on it fast while making exaggerated gagging sounds. ây/n taking the whole thing?â
âlike..?â seungmin leans back and acts like heâs holding a hair above his crotch, pulling the imaginary hair up and down.
minho giggles out loud. âlike..?â then starts thrusting up into the air, holding himself up with his back on the couch heâs sitting on.
chan buries his face in his hands, ears red.
theyâre all laughing their fuckasses off but are also genuinely shocked. like did this really happen? in their years of careers this actually happened? to chan??
âno fucking wayââ
âhow the hell did she take you?â
âyou didnât tell us?â
âdid she swallow?â
âwas it good?â
chan groans. head in his hands. âyes, okay? it was⊠fuck, it was insane.â he slaps his face with the two hands holding it up. âsheâs really good at it. i didnât even know⊠i still donât know how. and weâre keeping it professional. it was just⊠stress relief. one time. thatâs it. i asked her for it and she said yes.â
the room goes quiet.
then han starts thrusting into the air again, laughing in chanâs face.
felix pokes his tongue in his cheek again, then pulling it away and poking it back really fast, going into chanâs face.
changbin is screaming laughing, still twisting the air. minho canât breathe and keeps slapping changbinâs shoulders as he twists around from silent laughter.
âand you did that next to me?â jeongin whines but heâs smiling ear to ear. heâs so entertained.
âwhenâs my turn?â hyunjin asks.
chan throws a pillow at him. âshut the fuck up. none of you say shit to her. iâm serious. this stays here.â
they all nod, still laughing, still processing. theyâre shocked as fuck. horny. jealous. proud. men.
and now every single one of them is now lowkey wondering how the fuck they can get on your good side next.
and boom, theyâre suddenly⊠nicer. not in a fake polite way. in a scary, intentional, grown man way. suddenly, theyâre not huge assholes.
minho sits next to you again. and again. and again. always watching you talk, chin in his palm usually, nodding along, smiling, laughing with you. what the fuck.
changbin finds you on the halls again. ây/n, how long have you been doing this kind of work? do you like it? does it get exhausting dealing with us all day?â his pretty eyes focused on your face. when you say it can be hard, he smiles and says âyouâre really good at it. we notice, you know.â then he lightly bumps your shoulder with his. you notice that too.
hyunjin actually waits until youâre close and gently tugs your sleeve. ây/n. come here for a second.â when you step closer he holds out his iced coffee like an offering. âtaste this. too sweet again?â you take a sip and he watches your mouth the whole time, eyes intense. baby stop. âhm. âkay.â then he gives you this tiny half smile and walks off. you stand there blinking like he just grew a second head.
han full on grabs your arm during break, tugging you over to the couch heâs sitting on. ây/n sit with me for a bit. my shoulders are bad from yesterday, can you press here?â he makes you touch him.
felix leans against the wall next to you during a break, not in the cringe way but in that boyish loose way thatâs so ggrgrghghh, sipping his drink, and goes âso what do you do when youâre not running after us? any hobbies? boyfriend? âŠno? hm.â
seungmin also uses the digging technique first. âyou got family around here? siblings? what made you want to work in this industry?â he asks you. listens. anything for his dick tbh, even though your answers arenât boring.
jeongin usually smiles ear to ear when he gets close to you, using his voice. using it good. or asks you to pass things that are literally in fucking arm reach, putting his fingers on yours purposely. his best attempt at flirting.
and chan is trying so fucking hard. heâs professional, respectful, gives you space⊠but his eyes follow you constantly.
ây/n, thanks.â ây/n, good job.â oh suddenly he can be grateful.
when no oneâs watching he squeezes your shoulder gently, even.
uhuh there goes being professional and he knows that.
why isnât he stopping himself? why canât he listen to his brain when itâs about something this important? it was a one time thing. fuck.
the way theyâre all suddenly tugging your arm, asking about your life, watching your mouth when you talk, finding excuses to be close⊠itâs too coordinated. too on purpose. too curious. too hungry. too boy.
you have a pretty strong guess that chan cracked and told them at least some version of what happened that night.
the thought makes your face hot every time one of them calls your name now because now it feels meant. like theyâre all imagining the same thing.
and theyâre so good at it. these are grown men whoâve spent years charming fans, interviewers, sponsors. they know exactly how to act, what to say. they learned this.
theyâre doing this to get something. itâs lowkey mind games. thatâs their whole life already.
because theyâre wondering the same thing. if she did that for chan⊠what would she do for me?
plus they value chan so much that the fact he let you that close somehow makes you⊠safe. approved. part of the inner circle now. itâs weirdly sweet when we ignore the fact that theyâre only doing it to get some game too.
my actual respect goes for the way theyâre still pros on the surface, perfect smiles for cameras or other people, flawless interviews and public presence, but the second the staff clears out or the doors close, youâre left and their imagination of the position you sucked chan off with.
but around you, so unprofessional.
which is horrible, but they keep doing it.
minho actually contains himself, kind of. just sometimes puts an arm behind you when sitting with you on a couch. testing how youâd feel under him. or heâll press his palm flat against your waist to gently move you aside when he wants something from the table behind you. like hello to you too daddy.
changbin catches you in the hallway, gently grabs your waist to turn you toward him. ây/n, wait, can youââ all the time. heâs wondering how youâd look looking up at him with those same helpful eyes while your mouth is full.
youâre helping hyunjin adjust his collar(itâs the fucking stylistsâ job, why did he demand you to do it?) when his hand slides around your waist from behind, holding onto you.
âtighter on the left.â he mutters.
when youâre finished he gives your waist a tiny squeeze before letting go.
han actually gives you hugs now. like a saying hi hug in the mornings which always he initiates. hugging just to touch, no emotion behind it. itâs unprofessional and annoying. heâs not a smart man but has a goal now. heâs interested and so is something else on him.
felix keeps it casual. he leans in while youâre handing him water, but leans in on purpose. âthanks, y/n.â oh hello getting polite arenât we.
seungmin is not touchy. respect tbh.
not like jeongin, who tugs you by the waist constantly now. ây/n, come here real quick.â wants his dick sucked NOW.
and theyâre talking to you more than ever. and they exchange the information they got. they are standing on business. theyâre horny boys first, idols second right now.
plus they can see that the energy between you and chan is thick as fuck now. he texts you more, he lets you into his space easier. during a late rehearsal he pulls you aside and tells you âthat night, it helped. a lot. more than you know.â
the tension is there, but nothing sexual has happened again. yet. heâs holding back, trying to be professional, but you can feel how bad he wants more.
too bad the other seven want a piece of whatever chan got that night.
felix is the straighest about it. during a break he leans in, eyes dragging over you, slowly(he was trained to do this), and goes âyou look good today, y/n. really good.â it sounds friendly on the surface, like a casual compliment, but the way his gaze lingers on your lips and then drops to your chest makes it anything but. he smiles after, boyish, beautiful, like he didnât just eye fuck you in broad daylight. waiter waiter a whole box of xanax please
the others are sneakier but still deeply unprofessional and they know it. they ask about your life like theyâre actually interested, but the questions always have this undertone now. because they just want your body.
minho sits next to you again, thigh pressed to yours DADA, and has actual conversations. âyou like taking care of people, huh?â he says, eyes on your face. then, quieter, âmust feel good when someone takes care of you back.â he wants to be the one making you feel good.
changbin is with you in the hallway again. âdo you ever get lonely? with how much we keep you running around? you deserve someone who takes care of you too, you know.â
hyunjin keeps shoving half eaten shit into your hands but now he watches your mouth when you eat it. âgood?â he asks. yeah sure whatever dude pull the willy out if you want it sucked so bad.
han once asks âyou got any plans after schedule? maybe we could hang⊠talk more.â ??? the unprofessional ever.
seungmin asked you one day âyou ever think about what you want outside of work? like⊠personal stuff?â the way he looked at you when he said âpersonalâ made it clear he was imagining you spread out and moaning someoneâs name. probably his.
once when the boys were talking, jeongin turned to you and asked âyou, y/n? what do you do for release?â he clearly could have said to unwind or something, and he makes that known with a cheeky raise of his eyebrows too. fucking hell.
and you can tell chan is fighting with himself sometimes.
heâll be in the middle of a conversation with you, genuinely business shit, and then something will run across his face. a tiny frown, a quick glance away, the responsible leader part of his brain is yelling âwhat the fuck are you doing, sheâs staffâ while the rest of him is just glad you exist. glad he has you. glad thereâs someone who saw him at his really stressed and still chose to help without making it weird after.
most of the time the glad part wins. he lets you closer now.
the other seven? they donât have that conflict.
they just want to hit.
bad.
they want to know what that mouth feels like. what those hands would do if they asked nicely (or not so nicely). they want to see if their sweet little assistant would get on her knees for them too, if sheâd moan their name if it cane to that.
itâs horny, selfish, and they know all of them are on the same page. chanâs always so done with them when the topic comes to this.
and oh, hyunjin, the evil shit.
he waits until changbin mentions during lunch that heâs sleeping over at chan and jeonginâs dorm tomorrow night. boys are so cute when theyâre excited about their little sleepovers. like aw they planned it one day sooner. hyune just nods and says nothing.
next day, after the evening schedule wraps, hyunjin finds you alone in the hallway while youâre packing up something.
he tugs your arm, pulls you closer than necessary, and says ây/n. come over tonight.â
âto yours?â
âyeah. changbinâs gone. itâll just be me. i need help with something. personal. you know how it is.â
he doesnât say it outright but the implication is thick as fuck. he waited until his own roommate, his best friend, was safely out of the picture. didnât even hint to changbin. didnât mention it to chan. just saw his opening and took it like the selfish pretty bitch he is. itâs an asshole move, one hundred percent. but hyunjin doesnât care right now. he wants his turn. he wants to see if youâll help him the way you helped chan.
you stand there, heart hammering, because you know exactly what heâs asking. he doesnât know you know.
and youâre tempted.
and thatâs how you end up at their place. well, right now just his.
youâre barely two steps inside when the door clicks shut behind you and hyunjin turns around.
oh, the lighting is actually nice. this is absolutely a nice place, fits them too, looks so good and combined with the smell of menâ
âi want you to suck me off.â
you choke. your eyes go wide and you cough once, hard, hand flying up to your throat. âjesus fucking christ, hyunjin.â
âwhat? you did it for chan. i want it too.â
the confidence is insane.
youâre not even against it, the thought has been sitting in the back of your head ever since they all started acting weird, but jesus christ the delivery.
âokay⊠wow. straight to it, huh?â you mumble.
âwhy drag it out?â he says, already walking past you toward the couch. âwe both know why youâre here. youâre not stupid. iâm not stupid.â he drops onto the couch, legs spread. âyou can have a glass of wine first if you want. thereâs some. or water. whatever makes you comfortable. but iâm not waiting all night.â
you stand there blinking, mouth still a little open. the audacity is actually impressive. âright.â
âthen sit down for a second. talk if you want. or donât. i donât care.â
you do sit, on the other end of the couch, legs crossed, trying to act like this is a normal conversation. you talk a little about the schedules, how tired everyone looks, how you noticed theyâve all been⊠different lately.
hyunjin listens, nodding once or twice, but his eyes keep dropping to your lips. heâs not subtle. he clearly gives zero fuck about your feelings and wants his cock sucked like yesterday.
heâs straining against his jeans, god, but also⊠thereâs this⊠romantic tension radiating off him. or maybe itâs leaning into the sexual territory too, but it is romantic, somewhere. both of you know something is about to go down and both of you know the other knows.
after a few minutes you sigh, rubbing your temple. âokay. sure. iâll do it.â
his whole face changes. not a big smile, heâs too cool for that, but his eyes light up. eyebrows go up. heâs visibly more excited. âyeah?â
âyeah. just⊠keep it between us.â
âobviously.â
fucking liar.
okay both of you know chan did not hold his fucking mouth so saying it was straight up pointless. hyunjin seems even worse at keeping secrets, youâre putting less hope into this staying a secret than you did with chan.
but youâre just doing your job, after all. heâs your boss, up to him if he keeps it.
he yanks his belt open right then right there right away, the metal clinking and it sounds hot for some reason, then pops the button on his jeans but doesnât push them down yet. just leaves them open, the zipper halfway down, the black waistband of his underwear already visible. he spreads his legs wider, one arm draped over the back of the couch ,and looks at you.
âcome here then.â
okay. wow. right. okay. you move closer, then slowly sink down on the floor. itâs humiliating, considering heâs so above you in all aspects. thatâs why itâs so hot.
the second you drop to your knees between his spread thighs his face, his expression shifts into something evil. satisfied, mostly. that beautiful smile, small, smug, evil, spreads across his pretty face.
âlook at you.â he mutters.
heâs so hot itâs actually fucking unfair. like so unfair. fuck your fucking chungus life. that body relaxed on the couch like he was born to be serviced. this might be the perfect way to say it, born to be serviced. shame heâs also dumb and evil and weirdly romantic.
but right now heâs just a horny boy who waited until his roommate was gone so he could have you all to himself.
you settle between his legs, hands resting on his thighs. the denim is warm under your palms. his cock is already hard, been for a while, pushing against the black fabric, the outline calling your name. the tension in the room is stroking it by itself.
hyunjin reaches down, slow, and threads his fingers through your hair. âgo on then, y/n. show me what you showed channie.â
youâre here for work.
so you lean in, breath ghosting over the bulge in his underwear, and watch the way his thighs tense under your hands and that satisfied smile spreads more. like heâs so happy that heâs smiling. itâs cute, if you think about it.
you reach up slowly, fingers helping tug the jeans down his thighs. they pool around his ankles and he kicks them off lazily, leaving him in just the black boxers that are so tented.
then you, slowly, peel those down too, his cock springs out, slapping up. makes your mouth water.
completely shaven, by the way. oiled and all this morning but wouldnât tell a soul. prepared like a whore. knew he was gonna get his dick sucked tonight and wanted it perfect.
doesnât care about you but gives a shit about how you experience him.
you wrap your hand around the base first, feeling him up. learning how the little guy works.
you squeeze gently, feeling the signature silky skin texture of dick, of genitals in general, slide over the hardness underneath, and hyunjin lets out this soft, breathy little sound that youâve never heard from him before. a quiet âmmhâŠâ
you start stroking him slow as fuck, up and down the whole length, thumb swirling over the head every time you reach the top. thereâs not much pre for now, his dick isnât as desperate as chanâs was, but you can work with anything.
you can always work with anything.
you spit into your other hand, loud and wet, and wrap it around him too, using both now, slicking him up until everythingâs shiny and messy and dripping down over his bare balls. a little lube would help a lot but you wonât kill the mood now by having the audacity to ask for it.
hyunjinâs head tips back against the couch. âfuck⊠thatâs good.â he murmurs, voice angelic. âjust like that⊠yeah.â
heâs enjoying the hell out of it.
his balls are drawn up tight already, adorable how menâs bodies work, smooth and warm, and when you drag your fingers down to cup them he lets out another one of those pretty sounds, a quiet âahh⊠shitâ that makes your pussy throb because who the fuck knew evil reincarnated, hwang hyunjin(heâs not even that bad you two are just dramatic about each other) could sound like that.
you keep it torturously slow, just like you did with chan. long strokes from base to tip, twisting at the head, squeezing just right so some pre oozes out.
you lean in close enough that your breath ghosts over the wet head and hyunjinâs fingers tighten in your hair. he likes the power situation heâs in.
his cock is finally leaking now, easier to work with. slick. shiny. you can feel his heartbeat in it, pulsing under your palm, so smooth and pretty because he fucking prepared for you.
âmmh. fuck, y/n⊠slower for a second.â he breathes. heâs so into it his cheeks are flushed, lips parted, that pretty evil face looking soft and unreal, best word for this man, while you work him.
you slow down even more, dragging your fist up inch by inch, feeling every little part of him, all the textures he has to give you.
only if changbin knew.
you squeeze a little tighter on the upstroke and he moans. his hips thrust up into your fist, chasing the feeling, you can tell heâs a good dancer just by the way he moves his hips. how heâs rolling into your hand.
heâs enjoying this so much itâs almost sweet.
you spit on him again and keep going. slow, slick strokes. both hands working him perfectly. some spit running down your wrist.
his head stays tipped back, eyes mostly closed, mouth open to let those beautiful moans slip out.
you keep stroking him slowly with both hands(one would work too but his cock is more entertaining than his cute little balls so you took that hand up too), twisting at the head every time you reach the top.
then you lean in a little closer, part your lips, and poke your tongue out.
you swirl it around the swollen head once. the moment your tongue pushed down hyunjin gasps, âahâ!â as he snaps his head down at you, pretty face twisting into this grimace of pleasure. wasnât really ready for how fucking good it feels.
âah⊠yeah⊠mmââ he mumbles, hips twitching up into your fist, wanting more.
slut.
you open your mouth wider, take the head between your lips and suck, starting hard already, tongue flicking fast against the sensitive underside while your hands keep working the base in tight strokes.
his fingers tighten in your hair. his eyes close. his mouth is open.
you bob your head faster, taking him deeper with every slide, cheeks hollowing on the way up so you suck him tight and wet. also leaving spit behind so it glides smoother.
you pull off for a second just to spit on him again, then dive right back down, taking him halfway, then deeper, until the head bumps the back of your throat and you swallow around him.
he gasps, and his free hand grabs the couch cushion hard. you feel another spurt of pre cum coat in your mouth. ew but also hot.
you start a brutal rhythm, fast, sloppy, wet, head bobbing, hands twisting and stroking everything you canât fit, sucking hard every time you pull back so your lips drag over the head. everytime you take him deep your nose presses against his skin and you can smell whatever product he used mixed with that warm musky boy scent that makes your pussy ache.
you were made for men.
hyunjin is making all these soft, breathy, pretty little sounds now that he knows he can, no one else around, no reason to stay quiet. little âah⊠ahhâ everytime you swallow around him, moans when you twist your hands just right, little whimpers when you suck hard on the head and swirl your tongue around the slit at the same time.
his hips start rolling up to meet your mouth, shallow little thrusts. you let him, opening your throat more, taking him deeper until your eyes water and spit runs down your chin in thick strings.
you reach down with one hand and cup his balls, rolling them gently, tugging to make him moan louder,
âah, yes, fuck. right thereââ
he looks down at you the whole time, eyes barely open, making you feel things(wtf), that pretty face flushed and grimacing with every wave of pleasure. he knew youâd be this good.
a bitch to you at work, by the way.
you pull off with a disgustingly(in the hot way) wet sound, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock, then immediately lick a long stripe from his balls all the way up to the head, then kissing back down, sucking one ball into your mouth and humming around it while your hand strokes him fast, tight.
hyunjinâs back arches off the couch, a loud moan coming out of him as his thighs flex, holding him up.
you switch to the other ball, sucking gently, tongue rolling over the silky skin, then lick back up and swallow him down again in one move.
you set a sweet little pace, deepthroating him over and over, gagging softly when he hits the back of your throat, spit and pre everywhere, dripping down your chin, soaking his balls, running down your wrist.
âahh⊠mmhâ god yes⊠just like that⊠youâre gonna make me cum so fucking hardâŠâ his fingers are tight in your hair, guiding you just a little, hips rolling up to fuck your mouth, kind of.
youâre so turned on it hurts.
he throws his head back, mouth open, pretty face completely twisted up as he lets every sound out. breathy moans, humiliating whimpers, everything you can imagine coming from that pretty mouth that usually just hints for you to fuck off.
you suck him like a fucking vacuum. you take him as deep as you can, relaxing your throat until the fat head pushes past a muscle ring, your nose pressed into him as you gag and choke.
hyunjin is seeing heaven.
you hold there for a second, swallowing around him, struggling to, letting your throat squeeze and milk him while your tongue works the underside as much as you can make it.
hyunjinâs hips jerk up(painful to you) and he lets out this little âahhâ fuckâ!â that sounds way too pretty for how evil he usually is.
you pull back slowly, dragging your lips tight along every inch, sucking hard so his cock comes out glossy and throbbing, a string of spit and pre stretching before you dive back down, head bobbing again, gluck gluck gluck.
you gag on him on purpose sometimes, wet little chokes, makes your eyes water and spit run down your chin in rivers. everytime you do it he moans louder.
youâre doing amazing and you know it. you switch it up constantly, not keeping a pace on purpose so he wonât cum that fast, deepthroating him until your nose is buried and your throat bulges, then pulling off to focus just on the head, sucking hard and fast while your tongue flicks and swirls around the sensitive slit, lapping up every fresh bead of pre that keeps leaking out.
you spit on him again, letting it drip down his smooth shaft before you stroke it in with both hands and suck the head back into your mouth. natural talent.
hyunjinâs mouth is hanging open now, pretty face completely twisted up, one eye closed as he stares down at you.
his mouth forms this perfect little o, eyebrows furrowed. the pleasure is unbearable. the soft breathy moans turn into real loud moans.
every time you swallow him deep his voice cracks higher, prettier, more powerful, and you donât leave him hanging.
your head bobs faster, sloppy, throat suffering around him on every downstroke while your hand twists around the base you canât fit without pain in your throat.
you press two fingers right behind his balls, rubbing that sensitive spot, and hyunjinâs whole body jerks, mouth dropping open wider as he lets out the loudest, prettiest moan yet.
thin hot ropes of cum shoot straight down your throat. pulse after pulse. weak, kind of, not what chan had. the taste is bitter and salty and kinda gross, but you keep sucking through it, swallowing every drop because heâs hot and mean and evil and you want it.
hyunjinâs hips stutter up into your mouth, cock jerking and twitching as he keeps cumming, more and more spurts meeting your skilled tongue. his fingers are gripping your hair so tight it hurts while his balls pulse in your hand, emptying everything heâs been saving up for this.
you swallow again and again, throat working around his throbbing cock, drinking down every bitter salty spurt until heâs finally empty and oversensitive.
even then you donât stop right away, keep sucking gently, tongue swirling softly now over the head, getting the last weak drops out while he twitches and whimpers, soft little âmmh⊠mmhâŠâ sounds.
his fingers loosen in your hair, stroking through it now almost tenderly. crazy that we got here from him shoving half eaten things into your hands. what a bitch.
you finally pull off, glad for air, strings of spit and leftover cum connecting your swollen lips to his spent cock. you swallow one last time, wiping your chin with a finger.
he stares down at you, eyes blown, chest rising slowly now.
âholy⊠fuck.â he breathes. âyouâre⊠actually insane at that.â
you sit back on your heels, lips shiny and puffy, wipe your spit off your chin. like you didnât just swallow his entire load while gagging on his dick.
âtold you iâd do it.â
he takes his hand from your hair to tuck his spent cock back into his boxers with those pretty fingers. he pulls his jeans up just enough to button them.
âyou want me to order something? food? anything you like. or⊠thereâs drinks in the fridge. water, juice, that wine i mentioned earlier. i can get it for you. orâ fuck, you can stay a bit longer if you want. just⊠chill.â a little too gentle for the usual hyunjin.
your jaw aches and your panties are soaked. âtempting, but was there actually something you needed help with tonight? or did you just want your dick sucked?â
he blinks. then lets out a short, embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. ââŠjust wanted my dick sucked.â
hm. you nod, then reach up and give his thigh a comforting, very professional squeeze. âokay. then iâll head home now. you should get some rest too.â
his face drops instantly. disappointment. those pretty eyes widen a bit, brows pulling together, mouth opening. because who the fuck is hyunjin if not the type to catch feelings the second someone drains his balls properly? he just got the best head of his life and now youâre about to leave??
âwaitâ already?â he looks actually⊠kind of lost. âyou donât have to go right now. itâs late, but⊠stay for a bit. we can talk or something. iâll order food, seriously. or at least let me drive you home.â
you stand up slowly, smoothing your clothes, keeping that sweet professionalism on your face even though your legs feel a little shaky. âi know, hyunjin. but i really need to sleep. goodnight, okay? get some rest.â
he looks so fucking disappointed itâs funny.
ây/nâŠâ he tries again, softer, romantic. âcâmon. just a little longer. iâ fuck, that was really good.â
âiâm glad you liked it. but iâm going home now. sleep well.â
it hits him like ice water. as hard as the cold water was explained in titanic. you⊠you donât feel the same way he does. you have no âmaybe next time iâll stayâ energy coming off you or a lingering look that says you want more.
you donât give a fuck about him.
???
this was a clear message that this was a one time service, not the start of anything. that youâre not interested in him like that. not tonight, and probably not ever.
you turn toward the door and get your shoes on before he can come up with another excuse. he stands up fast, jeans still half open, and follows you a couple steps.
so needy.
ây/nâŠâ he starts. at the door, heâs towering over you. still radiating that post nut warmth, and for a second he looks like he really wants to kiss you. eyes dropping to your swollen lips.
you just pat his chest once, light and friendly, right over his heart. âgoodnight.â
then you let yourself out the door before he can say anything else.
heâs⊠hurt. the dismissal? the polite squeeze on his thigh? the pat you just gave him? the way you made it crystal clear youâre not staying, not cuddling, not interested in him beyond âhelpingâ like you helped chan?
he wants you more now. fuck.
he wants to wipe that professional little smile off your face. he wants to hear you moan his name instead of just sucking him off in silence. he wants to make you stay next time, make you beg a little, make you look at him the way you probably looked at chan that night.
(you looked at him and chan the same way when you sucked them off. unlike them, youâre actually doing this for the business)
he drops onto the couch, still smelling like spit and cum and your perfume, and stares at the ceiling.
sigh.
okay. where is his phone? on the ground. must have fallen out his pocket when he fought his pants off.(pants off. you were the reason for that. you sucked him off. wow.)
group chat with the boys it is.
hyunjin: y/n sucked me off
hyunjin: came over
hyunjin: left already
letâs quote what you two talked about before you gave him head. âyeah. just⊠keep it between us.â âobviously.â genuinely how men keep secrets. dearest reader, donât trust a boy with your secrets, ever.
han: WHAT
han: ???
jeongin: bro⊠you waited until bin was gone??? thatâs so fucking foul lmao
jeongin: but also respect
jeongin: how was it tho?? she deepthroat? swallow?
hyunjin: both
jeongin: đ€€
felix: omg what
felix: my turn when
seungmin: respect ig
minho: đđđ
(heâs looking at his screen with a straight face)
chan: hyune what the fuck did you do?
changbin just seen the messages.
whatâs currently happening is changbin and chan are looking at each other. chan has his eyes about to fall out of his head. changbin has his little mouth open. the shock in the air.
then jeongin comes out of his room in just boxers again, phone in hand, laughing at the two.
changbin finally closes his mouth, cheeks pink. âhe didnât even tell me he was inviting her over. thatâs so mean.â
âheâs an asshole for not saying anything.â chan mutters.
and hyunjin is pissed you left so easily. pissed you didnât stay. pissed you made it feel like just another task.
but mostly heâs horny again.
the next day, the moment you step into the practice floor, you fucking know they know.
because theyâre all⊠calm. weirdly, suspiciously calm.
eight grown men who definitely know you sucked two of their dicks.
hyunjin is sitting against a mirror, stretching his arms overhead. when he sees you come in he lifts one hand in a cute little wave.
âmorning, y/n.â the asshole.
you nod back, polite as ever. âmorning.â
chan is checking something on some tablet, but when you hand him something he asked for yesterday, he looks up at you.
âthanks. you sleep okay?â
you smile. âyeah, i did. you?â
âbetter than usual.â then goes back to his tablet.
changbin smiles at you and bows a lil. han gives you a little âwoah, youâre early todayâ giving you space like a respectful grown man. itâs almost scarier than when he was all over your lap. felix nods once with a small, friendly smile. jeongin looks a bit shy, smiling at you with that beautiful mouth. minho stays cool, as usual. you admire how mature he is. seungmin, mr nonchalant, takes his stuff with a neutral âthanksâ yâknow, the usual.
and⊠the dayâs normal. itâs fucking eerie. ây/n, towel please.â ây/n, can you check my phone?â y/n this, y/n that.
how are you not fired yet? you had two of their dicks in your mouth. two.
by the time the day ends at 11pm everyone is exhausted. god, youâd give them a break if you could. but for now, all you can do is make their days easier.
they thank you one by one as they head out, eye contact, small nods. manly. theyâre cute.
cute on purpose. these are actors.
chan squeezes your shoulder gently before he leaves. âgood work today. go home and sleep.â and hyunjin smiles at you with a raise of his brows.
thatâs about all the extra shit that happened. nothing else, for now.
you finally make it back to your place close to midnight, feet aching, brain dead, full of thoughts. surprisingly, even though you get anxious easily, you know you canât come off wrong from this situation, so you donât feel bad.
the boys have whole careers at stake doing this, not you. so youâre fine. horny. feel powerful.
you can feel how every single one of them is now waiting, patient and polite(on the surface, just again, they were trained to act), to see what happens next.
tomorrow is going to be another long day.
cuz like⊠every single one of them is trying, really trying, to stay professional. theyâre idols, after all. contracts, image, cameras everywhere.
but they also just really, really want to get some.
that comes out on different levels, though. and they control it on different levels too.
like, chan is relatively good at it, even though he already got a taste. he just⊠wants it again, thatâs the case.
heâs doing the best job at pretending nothing changed, but every time you lean close to give him something or adjust his collar he remembers your mouth stretched around him and his throat goes tight.
heâs glad he has you, genuinely glad, but the guilt is eating at him. conflict looks good on him.
minho is way too mature to act on his desire. i mean, when the time feels right heâll ask, he thinks. or maybe he wonât ask at all. maybe heâll just pull you into his lap one day and see what happens. for now he sits, and sees.
changbin feels a little betrayed that hyunjin didnât tell him, but mostly he feels this warm, nervous want. heâs scared to ask. terrified, actually. so he just stays close, hoping youâll notice how great he is.
âdoes your back hurt carrying all our stuff? you can lean on me if you wantâŠâ NOT. SUBTLE. BUDDY.
hyunjin, fucking hell, hyunjin. heâs noticeably nicer to you. much more fair because boys are only nice to girls who they would fuck. and hyunjin, as we know, wants that cookie. bad.
well, he doesnât like you, he likes your mouth. big difference.
han wants to ask so bad. he wants to know if youâd bounce on his dick the way you bounced him on your lap. but even he has enough brain cells to know blurting âcan you suck me off too?â would be insane. so he just keeps touching, keeps hoping youâll offer like you did for the others. embarrassiiiing.
felix is praying. like, literally. plus, he doesnât know how he should reach out, or if he even should. heâs waiting for the right moment, playing it cool while internally begging whatever higher power exists to let him have a turn. plus he has more serious mental tortures than this now, he wants pussy but itâs not his main goal now.
oh, seungmin notices when hyunjin is nicer to you. he notices when chan watches you longer or wants you around for a longer time.
the thought of actually asking you âhey y/n, can you suck me off like you did for the others?â makes him want to throw up from nerves. heâs too shy.
jeongin, with the boys, aka his comfort zone, heâs all cheeky, clapping arms and making gross jokes and whatever thing only boys do and is so cute actually. but the second heâs alone with you, he gets shy. his cheeks go pink when he has to ask you for something simple.
he keeps replaying the night you saw him in just boxers, god, why wasnât he interested in you(the services your mouth has) then?
everytime he opens his mouth to say something flirty it dies in his throat and he ends up mumbling âthanks, y/nâŠâ and he scurries away to hide behind minho.
heâs your boss. heâs bigger than you in any possible situation. but right now he feels small and stupid and so fucking horny he could cry. he likes you. that makes asking for head feel impossible!
and through the next days, you really clearly begin to see them lose their professionalism. well, not completely lose it, theyâre not that piss brained, but theyâre clearly doing shit they can get castrated for if caught.
but they trust you though not to spill anything.
chan talks with you during lunch one day. like, the two of you separate from other people. itâs nice, he actually opens up more, tells you about a song heâs writing thatâs too personal(boundaries daddy, boundaries), asks what you think. his hand brushes your lower back when he thanks you. his dick is hard the entire conversation. he wants your mouth again so fucking bad but heâs also starting to want the conversations. duality of man.
jeongin tries to talk to you twice and both times chickens out. first time he opens his mouth, says ây/n, can iââ then turns bright red and pretends he needed water. second time he just blurts âhi hey helloâ and immediately wants to die.
minho sits next to you on a couch while youâre on your laptop. doesnât say much, just lives around next to you. when the boys start shouting at each other across the room he laughs loud with them. itâs cute. he has a beautiful smile.
seungmin gives you the usual quiet âhiâ when you hand him something. later you overhear him making every one of them laugh their fucking asses off. around you? radio silence. weird, how he works.
the others behave. mostly. nothing else weird happened, but still, their brains are 90% cum and 10% âwhat if she sucks me off next.â
hyunjin is the best at the whole nothing happened game. heâs a professional little actor when he wants to be. during morning rehearsal he barks ây/n, my waterâ in the exact same pissy tone as always, but then he actually throws a âthanksâ your way?? in this economy??
he wants to drag you into a storage closet or something and make you stay this time, but heâs too good at pretending. he just gets a little nicer, holding a door for you once, even. holy shit.
changbin does try though. again, unprofessional, and he knows that, and he follows you down the hallway again anyway.
ây/n, do you like strawberries? i saw this new cafe that does strawberry milk⊠not that iâm asking you out or anything, just⊠if you ever want one after scheduleâŠâ he trails off, cheeks pink, then quickly adds âor i can just bring you one here. or whatever.â
when hyunjin walks past and gives you a tiny nod changbin wants to go after him and choke the guy.
usually, the days just blur together, and youâre thrilled to see how theyâre going to reach out next.
one afternoon hyunjin âaccidentallyâ drops his towel right in front of you and when you bend down to pick it up he mutters âkeep itâ like itâs a gift instead of his sweaty ass towel. chan sees it and gives hyunjin the worldâs most disappointed dad look(paired with a boyish little scoff, wow chan you almost looked mature for a second) but then later pulls you aside himself, asking if you want to go over some things with him after practice âjust the two of us, no pressure.â you say sure and heâs visibly nervous.
what a time to be employed.
yeah, you and chan do start building something, even if itâs not consciously built.
he pulls you aside more during work, technically always asking about work related things but really itâs just hanging out. he needs something only you seem to give him.
he wants that cookie so fucking bad.
mostly the relief it gives. the way your mouth turned his brain off for ten beautiful minutes and let him breathe like a normal twenty something guy instead of the guy carrying eight careers on his back.
one afternoon after a killer dance practice heâs drenched in sweat that you so want to lick off, chest heaving, and he waves the others off. âiâll stay a bit longer. y/n, can you help me go over the new formation notes?â
the boys leave, shooting looks, but nobody says shit.
itâs just you and chan in the empty practice room, mirrors reflecting you two from every angle.
he sits on the floor against the wall, legs stretched out, and pats the spot next to him. you sit. he smells like humans(in the good way) and that expensive cologne and pure man.
you go over the notes but after ten minutes the papers are forgotten on the floor between you.
âyou know⊠that night.â he starts, staring at the mirror instead of you. âit helped more than i thought it would. not just the⊠physical part. having someone who doesnât expect anything back. who just helps.â he rubs the back of his neck, cringe ass but it actually means a lot, coming from him. âi keep thinking about it. it was nice. youâre nice to have around, y/n.â
âthank you. really, means a lot that i can help.â
now youâre professional. you donât tell him what you feel on a deeper level, just the surface shit. noncommittal.
he wants the relief again so bad he can taste it. he wants to feel your throat squeeze around him he wants to cum so hard he forgets the comeback schedule for five whole minutes.
but he doesnât ask. heâs really trying to keep himself in line because he has shit to focus on. he has work, for fuckâs sake.
itâs⊠a fucking joke. their careers, their contracts, their reputations, all of it could go up in flames if one wrong person finds out, but right now every single one of them is thinking with the head between their legs instead of the one on their shoulders.
chan feels the most responsibility, but heâs still using every charm trick in the book. just again, they were trained to charm people, and heâs using that.
mr leader knows exactly what heâs doing when he pulls you into quiet corners âjust to talk.â when his voice gets a little softer, a little slower. what a charmer.
even though heâs aware of all the risks, he still does it.
because he wants the relief so bad. he wants your mouth again. he wants the way you make the torture in his head stop.
so he charms you gently, carefully, building whatever this is. he feels bad about it. but not bad enough to stop, because itâs⊠itâs like an addiction. it is an addiction, the way addicts know the drug is bad for them but theyâre already reaching for the next dose because their body got to know it and now needs it. thatâs whatâs happening, basically.
blowjob can NOT be this good.
(it can. you really are a talent at giving them, y/n)
the others donât feel anything at all. they just want to get some action. plain and simple.
like, hyunjin is nicer???(itâs working. you can feel it.) han asks questions that feel personal??? minho uses that idol trained eye contact that makes you feel like the only girl in the room even when there are twenty staff members running around??? seungmin lets you go ahead of him??? felix giggles at everything you say??? jeonginâs eyes are always on you whatever youâre doing??? changbin follows you around all day???
itâs all so fucking unprofessional itâs almost impressive.
these men have everything to lose.
but theyâre still thinking with their dicks.
they know one leaked rumor could end everything. but the thought of your mouth, your hands, some relief, pussy, makes their heads turn.
they linger. they find excuses. itâs stupid.
but theyâre trained to charm.
theyâre trained to get what they want.
and right now what they want more than anything is you getting them off. men can really want a thought when they already settled into it in their heads.
and work is just so much, so stressing, that chan just neeeeds you at their place again!
so you go.
itâs late. jeonginâs already asleep in his room. the only light is the soft glow from chanâs laptop on the desk and the small lamp beside his bed. youâre both sitting on the edge of his bed, laptops open, going over shit.
but the air is thick.
chan has been restless the entire evening, shifting his weight, rubbing the back of his neck, whatnot. you can feel the tension coming off him.
finally, after ten straight minutes of him staring at the same line on the screen without typing anything, he closes his laptop with a quiet click.
ây/n.â
you look up.
he takes a rough breath, eyes flicking away for a second before they come back to you. visibly fighting with himself. âi⊠fuck. this is hard to ask. i know we said one time. but tonight⊠i⊠i think i really need another⊠one. if youâd be willing to⊠do that again. for me.â
you immediately close your laptop, set it aside, slide off the bed, dropping to your knees between his spread thighs without a word.
holy shit.
his eyes actually widen.
wow.
how did he get his lucky?
âthank you.â he says immediately, shakily taking the laptop off his lap. âiâ i appreciate this more than i can say right now. seriously. you donât know how much.â
you smile up at him, hands resting on his thick thighs. âi got you.â
your palms slide up his thighs, feeling the hard muscle tense under the thin sweatpants. you press your thumbs into the seam where his legs meet his hips, rubbing small circles, feeling him under the fabric. the human. the man.
chanâs breath hitches, watching you.
youâre an angel. sent to him personally from the clouds of heaven.
you lean in and press a soft, open mouthed kiss to the inside of his left thigh, right above the knee, then another a little higher.
chanâs fingers twitch against his legs.
you move to the right thigh, repeating the same kisses, working your way up inch by inch while your hands keep rubbing soothing patterns on the outside of his thighs.
when you reach the crease where his leg meets his groin you pause, breathing warm air through the fabric right over the growing bulge. you can already see the luring outline forming, starting to push against the (disgustingly expensive, but he can afford it so whatever) material.
âfuck⊠y/nâŠâ
you take a soft breath, then mouth gently along the length of him through the sweatpants, lips parted, tongue pressing on the fabric so he can feel whatâs about to come.
you trace the entire shape of him, base to tip, slow and sensual, feeling him thicken and harden under your mouth until the fabric is stretched.
this is the hottest thing anyone has ever done to him.
your hands slide higher, fingers hooking into the waistband. you kiss the spot right above the waistband, then drag your tongue in a slow, wet stripe up the center of his abs over his shirt. the muscle jumps.
chanâs head tips back slightly, throat working as he swallows hard. fucking hell, this is unreal. heâs going to bust now.
your tug the pants down reeeaaal slow, letting the fabric move on his skin. letting him feel heâs alive. he lifts his hips to help, breath catching when the cool air hits him.
his boxers come next, you peel them down carefully, watching his cock come free.
heâs manscaped now. oh, hello. completely. smooth skin all around the base, not a single hair left, balls silky and bare because he took the time to do this just in case you ended up here again.
the sight makes your mouth water. the intent makes your mouth water. his cock looks even bigger without the hair. it twitches the second your eyes land on it, bobbing once like it knows youâre looking. hi to you too.
you wrap one hand around the base first, gentle, feeling the warmth of him, the way the smooth skin slides over the hardness underneath. chan lets out a low, shaky exhale through his nose, thighs tensing under your palm. you give him one slow stroke from root to tip, thumb pressing lightly right under the head(where you learned heâs most sensitive. thatâs intimate.) his cock jumps in your grip, a thick drop of pre leaking out and sliding down the shaft, making your work easier.
god, this man is pouring pre compared to what you had to work with on hyunjin. but youâre not complaining about either.
âfuckâŠâ he mutters, one hand coming down to hold on the back of your head.
you smile up at him, then look back down to lean in closer, breath ghosting over him, and drag your tongue in one long stripe from the base all the way up to the head.
chanâs whole body shudders.
you swirl your tongue around the head once, tasting the saltiness, then pull back to watch his reaction.
his cock twitches again, harder this time, another bead of pre pushing out right where your tongue just was.
you lean back in and lick it off slowly, dragging the tip of your tongue over the slit, pressing hard enough to make him hiss softly between his teeth.
one hand strokes him long while the other cups his smooth balls, rolling them gently in your palm, feeling how warm and heavy they are, how they tighten up everytime you lick over the head. you tug lightly on his sack, making his hips twitch up, and chan groans, fingers flexing in your hair.
âthank you⊠fuck, thank you.â
youâre welcome, daddy.
you lick him again, slower this time, tracing every vein with the tip of your tongue, feeling the way his cock jumps and leaks for you with every pass. you pull him down slightly with your hand so you can drag your tongue along the sensitive underside, right where the head meets the shaft, and chan almost leans forward from the pleasure. this is way better than fucking his first in the shower.
his cock is fully hard now, standing thick and flushed and glossy with your spit and his pre, the shaved skin making every little reaction so much more visible. the way it throbs, the way the head swells darker every time you swirl your tongue around it, the way his balls draw up tighter in your hand because theyâre already getting close.
you keep stroking him with a slow, sensual rhythm, twisting your wrist just right at the top, thumb pressing into the slit to spread the fresh pre around while your tongue follows right behind, licking and teasing and tasting.
chanâs breathing is getting heavier, chest rising and falling under his shirt. heâs already relieved.
you pull his skin down again, licking slow circles around the head, then take just the tip into your mouth, sucking softly while your hand keeps stroking the rest of him, tight.
chan lets out this low groan, head tipping back, the sound vibrating through his whole hot body.
you look up at him from between his thick thighs and jesus fucking christ heâs hot.
his chest is rising and falling under his (white)shirt, sweat starting to bead at his hairline because heâs running so fucking warm. his cock literally radiating warmth in your hand. itâs been dying for this. for your touch again.
he reaches down to pull his shirt off.
chan. shirtless.
skin and pure muscle right in front of your face. his abs and pecs flex when he tosses the fabric aside, a light layer of sweat already making him glow under the lamp. oh thatâs dada. big manly body, veins standing out on his arms, bruises from all the treatments he gets, cupping and allat, that deep v line pointing straight to his smooth shaved cock. no need to point here you come.
you open your mouth wide, tongue flat, and take him in deep right from the start. the head slides over your tongue, thick and hot and salty, unpleasant but also hot, and you donât stop until your nose is buried in that smooth shaved skin at his base.
he actually has to whip his head up.
you hold him there for a second, swallowing hard, letting your throat work him while your nose presses into his warm skin.
you pull back slowly, lips dragging along every thick inch, sucking hard so your cheeks hollow. you donât pull off tho. you bob your head instead, taking him to the back of your throat over and over, gagging. spit runs down your chin. everytime you push down your throat squeezes around the head and chanâs hips twitch up.
âthank you, y/n⊠god thank youâŠâ
you look up at him while you suck, eyes watering, lips formed obscenely around his shaft, and the eye contact makes him cry out. jeongin sleeping next room be damned.
heâs so hot like this. you can see how much he wants this, how bad heâs been thinking about your mouth since last time. thatâs also told by the way his cock leaks constantly now, just again, brutal compared to what hyunjin gave you, thick salty pre coating your tongue and sliding down your throat every time you take him. heâs too hot for you to mind the taste.
you pull off with a wet squelch, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock, and spit on him, then stroke your fingers up and down his slick shaft while you suck just the head hard. your tongue swirls around the sensitive underside, flicking right where it meets the head, and chanâs whole body jerks.
âah, fuckâ right thereââ
you take him back down, nose to skin, and start bobbing faster, head moving, gluck gluck on him. spit is everywhere, running down your chin, dripping off your jaw, soaking his smooth balls and thighs.
you reach up with one hand and roll his balls gently, tugging them down to make him hiss then moan. cock jumps hard in your mouth at that, another spurt of pre arriving on your tongue. you like how much he gives you.
the attraction between you two is insane. you can feel how much he wants you, how grateful he is, how heâs truly living in this moment. and youâre so fucking attracted to him it hurts. itâs mutual.
you suck harder. deeper. sloppier. you take him all the way every time, throat working around him, nose pressed to him while your tongue licks the underside. you gag on purpose, letting your throat spasm around the head, and chan groans loud and long, head falling back.
heâs actually letting out little moans now between the loud hisses. you can feel how close he is, how bad he wants to cum.
you look up again and lock eyes with him while your lips are stretched around the base of his cock, throat full, spit dripping down your chin, and the pure animal attraction in his gaze makes your stomach flip.
heâs so fucking grateful and so fucking turned on he doesnât know what to do with it.
youâre doing it so fucking well. youâre making him feel so good.
his hips snap up. his thick cock drives straight into your throat with a desperate thrust. the head punches past the ring of muscle in there and buries itself deep, stretching your throat wide open.
you gag hard around him, throat convulsing, eyes watering instantly as spit explodes out the corners of your mouth and you instinctively try to pull back.
but oh, look at that, heâs holding your head in place.
âfuck, sorry.â he moans, but his hips do come up again, slower this time but still greedy, pushing another inch deeper.
he starts thrusting.
animal, hungry snaps of his hips that force his thick cock in and out of your face. every thrust makes a wet, obscene ack sound as your throat bulges around him. spit flies everywhere, splattering onto his balls, running down your neck.
his big hand tightens in your hair, gripping hard to hold you right where he needs you. his other hand braces on the bed behind him so he can fuck your mouth deeper. his abs are clenched and moving, v line flexing every time he drives up, sweat sliding down the lines and dips of his muscles.
heâs whining and moaning and groaning for you. holy fuck you might die but heâs hot.
tears spill down your cheeks, mixing with the spit, but you keep your eyes locked on him the whole time.
fuck, he looks... angelic. naked, sweaty, mouth open, eyes dumb as he watches his thick cock disappear between your lips over and over. sometimes head tipping back for a second before he looks back down.
he starts really pounding.
deep, brutal thrusts that force his cock all the way down until his balls smack wetly against your chin.
spit bubbles out around the sides of your stretched lips, dripping in long strings onto the floor. itâll dry, no big deal.
you take it. you want it. even when your eyes are streaming tears and your gag reflex keeps trying to fight back and it hurts both your throat and stomach, you relax your throat as much as you can and let him ruin it. your nails dig into his thighs, holding on for dear life.
you can feel how close he is. the way his thighs shake around your head. the way his abs clench harder. the way his body moves.
he fucks your face faster, hips snapping up desperately, using your mouth like a toy. ây/nâ iâmâ fuckâ iâm gonnaâ ahhââ
one last deep, brutal thrust, cock buried to the hilt, your nose smashed against his smooth skin, throat stretched wide around him, and he starts cumming with a long, wild groan.
you gag around his length, cum and spit forcing its way back up around his cock because thereâs just too much. it leaks out the corners of your stretched lips, running down your chin, white and disgusting, running down your neck while he keeps pumping cum into you.
chanâs whole body is shaking, groaning as he empties himself.
âfuckâ yesâ good girl, yeah.â
okay suddenly it doesnât hurt.
who are you kidding it hurts so much.
some of it comes back up, mixing with all the spit, making everything disgusting, your nails still dug into his thighs as you throw his cum up around him.
when the last weak spurt finally dribbles onto your tongue, chan slumps back against the bed, chest heaving, cock still deep in your throat.
you slowly pull off, coughing and gasping for air, strings of cum and spit and lowk stomach acid connecting your swollen lips to his cock. you have to spit out whatâs left in your mouth, really wouldnât be able to take that down now, then wipe your chin with the back of your hand, smearing it across your skin, breathing loud.
chan reaches down immediately, thumb brushing your wet cheek. âfuck, y/n, iâm sorry, i didnât mean to be that rough. you okay?â
you look up at him, lips puffy, face messy, and nod. it hurts. âiâm fine. i wanted it.â you sound so bad.
he lets out a shaky breath. wow. âthank you.â
âanytime, chan.â
âŠ
the air changes from the eye contact alone.
âŠis this really going to happen?
your heart starts hammering so loud you can hear it in your ears. you can see the exact moment the thought crosses his mind.
his eyes drop to your mouth again, then lower, tracing the mess on your chin, the way your chest is heaving. his hand, still in your hair, flexes in it.
he shouldnât.
he knows he shouldnât.
youâre his assistant. this already crossed multiple lines two times now.
but the way heâs looking at you says he wants to cross every single one of them tonight.
is this really going to happen?
is he really about to cross that line?
fuck it.
he leans down, and kisses you.
line crossed.
itâs deep, hungry, and shockingly soft at first. his lips are warm, so big, so manly. then it deepens. his mouth opens in time with yours, tongue slides against yours, slow, wet, making you shiver.
he murmurs a âcome here.â and his hands slide under your arms, lifting you up towards him.
you climb up his body, knees sinking into the bed on either side of his hips, and he leans back until heâs lying flat, pulling you down on top of him so your chest presses against his bare, sweaty one.
his hands immediately find your ass.
big, warm palms cupping you fully, fingers digging in. he squeezes, heâs been dying to know what you feel like there.
a satisfied groan escapes him when he realizes how perfect you fit in his hands.
âfuckâŠâ he breathes against your mouth, kissing you again, slower this time but just as deep and wet and disgusting, tongue licking into you. he knows you taste like this because he was in your mouth. maybe heâll get to experience your mouth purely one day too. his hips roll up, searching for you(so cute), poking the head of his thickening cock against your lower stomach.
he wants it so bad.
he wants to be completely naked under you while you stay fully clothed.
he wants to feel every inch of your body pressed against his bare skin, your clothes rubbing against his cock, your hands on his chest while he lies there exposed and desperate. he wants to watch you live on the line between professional and the girl who just swallowed his load. he wants your weight on him, your ass in his hands, your mouth on his again while heâs completely vulnerable underneath you.
there is no more âfuck i know i shouldnâtâ both of you are completely in it now. both of you have accepted that this is happening, even though you donât exactly know where itâll end up. but itâs happening. and it feels so fucking good.
and god, the way heâs sucking on your bottom lip, biting it gently, then licking into your mouth again with these low groans and moans? irresistible.
your bodies are pressed together so tight itâs⊠itâs the most intimate youâve been with this man and youâve literally had his dick down your throat twice. his bare chest is sweaty, hot under your shirt, nipples hard little points, the little guys basically looking for you as youâre holding yourself up above him.
he breaks the kiss with a wet pop and immediately latches onto your neck.
âfuckâŠâ you whisper, head tilting to the side.
his lips are warm and big and perfect on him and for you, sucking marks youâll have to cover tomorrow.
are you really letting your boss do this?
yeah, no doubt. itâs too addictive to stop.
he keeps going, sucking a bruise right where your neck meets your shoulder, then just softly sucking at it some more.
âmmh⊠you taste so good.â mr unprofessional mutters into your skin, sucking another mark. his hands squeeze your ass harder, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, kneading it, pleasuring his little man mind.
he takes the two big handfuls and pulls your cheeks apart, spreading you wide even through your pants. you can feel the stretch. you can feel the fabric of your underwear pulling against your asshole, the cool air hitting the sensitive little ring for a split second before his hands push you back together. he does it again, harder, pulling your ass open so wide that the seam of your pants digs right against your clit and you actually feel your hole stretch a tiny bit, that weird, dirty little tug that makes your whole pussy clench hard.
you cry out.
high and needy and shocked at how good it feels. your hips jerk down against his cock on instinct, grinding, god, what a good girl you are, and chan exhales into your neck with a sound.
because oh⊠you like that?
he does it again, slower, pulling your ass cheeks so far apart you feel your asshole stretch open just a little more, tells you everything. heâs testing. heâs curious. heâs so fucking turned on by the idea that his sweet little assistant likes having her ass played with that he canât help himself.
he keeps kneading, keeps spreading, imagining what it would feel like without clothes.
every time he pulls hard you feel that delicious, dirty stretch, the way your asshole flutters and itâs all for your boss.
youâre whimpering into his shoulder now, face buried in his neck, hips rolling around to bear with the feeling.
chan might actually marry you.
heâs so hard again it has to hurt. his cock is leaking between you, you can feel the wet spot on your pants from it, the head of his dick catching right against your mound when he rolls his hips up to meet you.
he pulls your ass apart again, really hard this time, thumbs spreading you so wide you swear you can feel the cool air in your actual hole for a second.
âah, fuckââ you cry out.
that makes his cock jump against you. so sweet, the way it reacts to your voice.
he spreads you wide, mouth still sucking marks into your neck, holds you open for a long second, then lets your cheeks snap back together before doing it all over again. every pull makes your asshole stretch and flutter, every squeeze makes your pussy clench and leak into your panties. youâre so wet itâs embarrassing.
you shift, you canât even decide whoâs more unprofessional now, you or him, because you do that so your clit can be the part where his cock is grinding to.
holy fuck.
his breathing gets hotter, humanly intimate, hot puffs against your neck. his cock is sliding between your folds now through two layers of clothes.
he pulls your ass open one more time, extra slow, extra wide, thumbs pressing right next to your hole.
heâs thinking about something.
you can feel the way your asshole stretches, the little ring of muscle pulling, and the pleasure of it makes your eyes roll back for a second. you cry out again, louder, hips stuttering down hard against his cock.
one of his hands shifts. his pointer finger slides down the crease of your ass, pressing over your pants, right against that stretched little hole. rubs slow circles over it, feeling the way your asshole flutters under the fabric every time he presses down.
the cheeky little shit.
and he keeps kissing your neck, sucking marks, grinding his cock up against your clothed pussy while his finger teases your asshole over your clothes. and here you thought he was vanilla.
oh, right, yeah, you. youâre shaking on top of him now, whimpering, grinding down desperately while his finger keeps pushing your hole.
heâs so hot under you. so fucking big and warm and hard and grateful and greedy all at once. his other hand is still kneading the other cheek, spreading it open so his finger can keep playing with your asshole. his mouth is still on your neck, sucking and licking and biting, leaving himself behind.
it feels so fucking good.
deep down, you needed this almost just as much as he needs your blowjobs. youâre stressed too, well, not carrying your whole group on your back like he does, but no matter how deep the water is if someoneâs drowning.
point is, youâve been pent up too.
and you really needed this tension now.
but⊠okay, you do need it, but how will it affect your career? youâre building a life for yourself still. youâre so young, and if you fumble this chance to grow yourself nowâŠ
fuck. fine.
âchan, wait.â you stammer, breathless. your hands push lightly at his chest, feeling the sweaty muscle underneath your palms. âwe⊠we shouldnâtââ
âcâmonâŠâ
itâs dripping with everything heâs not saying out loud, how bad he wants you, how good you feel on top of him, how heâs been thinking about this since the first time you dropped to your knees.
his finger presses a little firmer into your asshole, and his other hand squeezes your ass harder, pulling you down so his cock grinds up against your soaked pussy again.
your breath catches. for one stupid, weak second you almost give in. he feels so fucking good under you, andâŠ
âjust a little more. feels too good to stop now.â he mutters into your neck. it tickles. itâs hot. itâs inviting.
fuck. heâs so convincing.
no.
youâre gonna be professional(bit late for that innit) even if heâs not.
you sit up straighter, hands still on his chest, and shake your head even though your body is screaming at you to keep going.
chan freezes under you. his hands stay on your ass for a second longer before they finally slide away, and he lets you go.
heâs panting under you, chest heaving, sweat glistening on his abs, cock still rock hard and ready to go against his stomach.
for a moment he just stares at you, fighting the ugre to grab you and pull you back down. then reality seems to hit him. his mucsles relax a little. he runs a hand over his face, exhaling through his nose.
âyeah.â he mutters. âyouâre right. fuck.â
he swallows, adamâs apple bobbing, and closes his eyes. trying to pull himself the fuck together. when he opens them again thereâs a mix of frustration and something like respect, maybe even a little shame.
âiâm sorry.â he says quietly, still panting. âi got carried away. youâre⊠youâre much smarter than me right now.â
the tension is unfinished, but maybe itâs meant to be. (itâs not. you two are MEANT to fuck, you two basically have been created for each other, just sadly, both of you value your careers)
âthank you.â he says quietly. âfor stopping me. and⊠for everything else tonight. i mean it.â
you look beautiful, to him. straddling him, panting, neck covered in his marks. he wants you.
âitâs okay, chan. weâre good.â
you take a breath. okay. you climb off him carefully, legs not stable at all, and sit down on the edge of the bed next to him. he sits up, reaches over and grabs the blanket from the foot of the bed, throwing it over his lap to cover his still hard cock and those smooth thighs. the fabric tents obviously, but at least itâs something.
for a long moment, neither of you says anything.
then you look at each other.
then you smile.
then you laugh.
not on purpose. really do laugh, you couldnât stop it even if you tried to.
you can both feel it, this human understanding in the air between you two. this is so going to happen again. not tonight, but soon. the tension isnât gone. itâs just paused. not even paused, just resisted, for fuckâs sake. both of you get this.
you clear your throat, trying to sound normal. âuh⊠do we have anything else to work on? the schedule tomorrow orââ
âno. go home, y/n. you need to rest.â he pauses, then adds with a small smile âiâll tell management to give you the day off tomorrow if you want it. youâve earned it. more than earned it.â
âi wonât take it. you know i wonât.â
âyeah. i know.â he reaches over and gives your knee a gentle squeeze, but soon pulls his hand back. he wanted to keep it there longer. âbut seriously. go sleep. iâll see you in the morning.â
you stand up slowly, legs still shaky, and fix your clothes. your neck tickles where he sucked those pretty marks, your panties are soaked, and your lips feel puffy.
chan watches you the whole time, blanket still over his lap, eyes⊠fucking shining.
âgoodnight, chan.â
âgoodnight, y/n.â
you nod, pack your bag in like three fucking moves, and slip out of the room as quietly as you can.
jeonginâs door is still closed. good.
your neck is going to be a nightmare to cover tomorrow. your pussy is still throbbing. and you can still feel this thing between the two of you. itâs so⊠raw.
inevitable, really.
so itâs only natural that the next dayâs gonna be torture too.
okay, itâs not torture anymore. when you freshly started working for them, it really was, but now even though you do have the perfect reasons to call it torture, really, you like it. you like the push and pull. cat and mouse game that you can feel, you just donât know if they know you feel.
you walk into the building in the morning with a high neck shirt and enough concealer to paint a house. chan did a great work on your neck. purple and red marks all over the side of your throat where he sucked.
hot.
every time you swallow it still hurts from how deep he fucked your face last night.
youâre exhausted, horny, and professional as always.
now though, the guys donât know about last night. hyunjin thinks heâs the latest conquest. chan is keeping his mouth shut for once.
so the energy is⊠weird.
and theyâre too busy to notice youâre marked.
âmorning, y/n.â thatâs hyunjin. not suspecting a single thing, which is good for his ego, actually.
you nod and keep moving.
chanâs trying so hard to act normal itâs almost funny. when you hand him his drink he takes it with a quiet âthanksâ (remember that at the very start of this he wouldnât even look at you, not alone grunt a thanks out?) and his eyes flick to your high collar, then away.
you can see the guilt(not about what he did to your neck, about what he did to his career) and the horniness mixing in his expression.
the memory of his mouth on your neck, his hands spreading your ass, his cock leaking against your clothed pussy.
he clears his throat and goes back to his laptop, but his eyes are obviously kept there with force. you just noticed how cute his mouth is.
minho? acts the same as usual. heâs so professional that you couldnât even tell he wants his cute little assistant to suck him the fuck off.
changbin finds you on the hallway again. babe, go back to work. âyou look a little tired today.â he says. âdid you sleep okay?â boi just say you want to hit.
he has no idea you spent half the night with chanâs tongue in your mouth and his finger teasing your asshole and itâs an amazing feeling. you just smile and say youâre fine.
han is also normal. why wouldnât he be, he doesnât know of the nasty shit you do.
felix comes at you with the âyou smell nice today. new perfume?â no baby itâs your best friendâs bodyâs natural smell and cum that youâre kind of nasty for not washing off but weâre not shaming anyone here. anyways, you shake your head. he smiles, his prettiest on purpose, convinced heâs gonna tap that one day.
seungmin, not much to say either. looks up at you only when you talk to him first. acting aaaaall nonchalant, we know you want some, minnie.
jeongin manages to talk to you with proper sentences this time!! âyou okay? you look like you got attacked by a vacuum or something. long night?â
your heart jumps, does he know?, but heâs just teasing. he has no idea how right he is. how on point he was with the vacuum, while really he just meant your hair being a little messy, not the actual suction your neck endured.
during afternoon practice chan pulls you aside for two seconds in the hallway when no oneâs looking.
âyou okay?â he asks, eyes flicking to your covered neck. âi didnât⊠go too far last night?â
you shake your head, smiling(your pussy clenches at the memory of his thumbs spreading your ass). âiâm fine. really.â
he nods, looks away, looks back, then reaches up and gently adjusts your collar.
the tension is insane.
he wants to kiss you again. you can see it in his eyes. he wants to drag you into the nearest room and finish what you started.
but he doesnât. he just drops his hand and steps back.
âgood. go rest when you can.â he says. then he walks back, holding the door open for you.
your panties have been uncomfortable all day from how wet you stayed thinking about his hands.
the sexual tension with him is unbearable now. every day, every time youâre alone for even thirty seconds it wakes up again. the restraint is killing him, and itâs⊠well, itâs not killing you.
just again, youâre here for work. you have no reason in the world to worry.
he was going to text you hundreds of times. how he couldnât stop thinking about how you felt on top of him, dumb, vulnerable shit like this, but he stopped himself. unprofessional.
hyunjin is a close second, and heâs getting impatient.
he wants his second round so badly itâs fucking funny. hilarious. youâre slapping your thigh bending over laughing the second you get home.
he starts finding excuses to be alone with you, asking you to help with this, help with that, saying âyou owe me another visit sometimeâ it all tells you heâs dying for it. he wants to feel your throat again.
the fact that youâre keeping him at armâs length is only making him want it more.
theyâre just boys. thatâs the thing.
biologically theyâre built like fucking animals once their dicks get hard. testosterone floods the system, logical thinking takes a backseat, dopamine and vasopressin are flooding their dumb little brains.
suddenly the logical, professional brain that knows youâre staff and this is dangerous to their lives gets completely overridden by the part that just wants to fuck and claim and cum. itâs not even their fault, millions of years of evolution made sure that this happens.
thatâs why theyâre moving, circling like this. why chan canât stop touching you when no oneâs looking. why hyunjin gets pissy and horny every time you stop looking at him. why the rest of them keep finding excuses to be near you, eyes lingering on your mouth, your neck, your ass.
now that weâre at asses, fun fact, the reason why weâre so attracted to them is brutally biological. same with breasts. big tits? signals good milk production for babies. fat ass? means wide hips for carrying and birthing. smooth skin, soft curves, the way you smell when youâre turned on, their brains see it and their bodies donât care that youâre their assistant. they just want. they want to touch, to taste, to fuck, to claim.
thatâs why they all go stupid the second they get a taste. one blowjob and suddenly theyâre obsessed, wanting, touching more, eyes lingering on your body, thinking about how fast they can get you naked, how would your tits look bouncing.
itâs not even their fault. itâs just biology.
theyâre all just boys at the end of the day.
twenty something guys with insane schedules, zero real privacy, and dicks that donât understand the concept of boundaries. once they know youâre the kind of girl who gets on her knees and swallows without making it weird, their brains go crazy.
plus letâs count it in that these boys are not the smartest. to be pretty fucking real.
but anyways, these are idols. professionals. but strip away the image and theyâre just horny animals who saw one of their own get his dick sucked and now their monkey brains are screaming me next me next.
attraction isnât logical. itâs tits and ass and the way your lips look when theyâre swollen from sucking cock. itâs the smell of a turned on woman and the memory of a warm throat.
so, point is, thatâs why theyâre acting like this. evolution doesnât care about contracts or image. it just wants them to fuck.
so. you keep rushing when they call your name, fixing slash holding things, handing out this and that, remembering.
but underneath it all youâre a walking mess.
men affect you hard. especially when theyâre his attractive.
your neck is still marked up, your pussy stays in a permanent state of dear god i need them but iâll let them chase, and every single time one of them looks at you for too long your brain helpfully replays the feeling of chanâs thick cock grinding against you while his finger spread your ass open.
heâs the worst. (for now)
the sexual tension with him is unbearable now. every interaction feels like foreplay that never quite tips over.
nobody has ever got him feeling like this before. itâs crazy for him too, trust.
every time your eyes meet across the room thereâs this acknowledgment.
we almost fucked. weâre going to fuck. itâs only a matter of when.
the tension is so bad that during one long break he actually had to excuse himself to the bathroom for five minutes because he couldnât stop staring at you.
the others are still manageable. sure, youâll deal with it, youâre below them anyways. plus theyâre cute. you donât really mind the attention.
especially the amount youâve been getting from jeongin.
youâve started feeling his eyes on you more than anyone elseâs.
he watches you when youâre not looking, when youâre bent over getting something from somewhere, when youâre handing someone water, when youâre laughing at something minho said. heâs more intense.
practices are hell. to you. sweat, movement, bodies everywhere. every time someone peels off a shirt you have to look away. youâre not unaffected.
plus sometimes you canât help but think of chan shirtless under you.
hyunjin catches you looking once and smiles with an eyebrow raise. bitch keep it in your pants.
you keep doing your job. barely.
itâs hard.
just as hard as itâs for jeongin to man himself up and try to talk to you. to shoot his shot, not just business talk.
only if you knew he heard the whole face fucking chan performed on you.
authorâs note: holy shit what a basic trope. (saying this but i donât recall seeing one fic w it. i just know, i can tell. tf. wait no there was a smau i think. i donât read since i started writing so pleaseeeeee donât take this as me copying anyone, i purely used this scenario to go to sleep these days(wrote this as iâm at the start of the fic, and writing now, itâs not the one i use anymore) and wanted to put it down somewhere. or i mean shii tell me if someone copyrighted it but i didnât take the idea from anyone. just wanted to make sure yâall know this!!) this is not an accusation of how the boys act in real life!! purely a fictional characterization to my liking and the peopleâs who enjoy it. also this is not a high effort fic so shame on me for not making research on what an assistant would do, iâm just here for the dick.
So you like OT8 x Reader fics? This follows that but is the equivalent of taking an axe to SKZ's polished image, and then showing you what it looks like in the cracks that are left after you are done with the axe. The twisted messy human interactions and that includes Reader herself. The power dynamics keep shifting. It's refreshing, weird, honest and twilight zone all wrapped together. đČ
â„ Changbin x Reader (f) â 1.5k (shut up i know i said a few hundred words but that ain't happening)
℠Boyfriend's Father, Crime Lord, Age Gap
â„ Contains: Dom!Binsanity who has so many screws loose when it comes to you, Jeong Yunho mention
â„ Reader discretion advised: See the masterlist for the full disclaimer about this project, general warnings, and request guidelines. By continuing, you accept to read at your own risk.
â â Adultery (not between the pairing)
â„ You need to think thrice before giving him an ultimatum because half the heads in the city are rolling because of you.
âMr. Seo demands your presence.â
Just hearing the name makes your entire body shiver because the henchman stopped at Mr. Seo. There is no junior at the end of it.Â
Of course Seo motherfucking Changbin demands your presence because the lord of the underworld does not request. He just wills things, and they happen. He says âLet there be dark,â and no conscious mind stays pure just to earn his contentment. He says âLet there be blood,â and turf wars break out just for his bespoke entertainment. Itâs actually why you get a little weak in the knees when you just think of him because omnipotence is the hottest trait a man can have.
And if fucking his less-than-impressive son is what it takes to insert yourself into his world, so be it.Â
âToday,â the man raises his voice impatiently. âFollow me.â
You smirk to yourself as your heels click on the quiet marble corridor. You know why youâve been summoned. The night before, you âforgotâ to follow one of the cardinal rules he has setâyou have to be within his line of sight at all times, which is also why there are cameras everywhere youâre allowed to set foot in.
What surveillance? You get a massive kick out of being his personal Truman Show.
When you cross the threshold of his study, you find Changbin watching the nightscape out the window, so intently that the energy he exudes gives you a headache. His lapdog closes the door behind you, and once he hears the soft clank, the man that owns the leash to your heart, soul, and pussy finally turns around.Â
But he doesnât look at you.
âSomething you wanna say to me?â he asks, chillingly calm as he finishes his drink and immediately pours another one.
âShould there be?â
âThat playing dumb thing only works if I tell you to shut your brain off, and as we can both see, Iâm not currently balls deep inside you,â he quietly snarls. âApproach.â
Youâre all but squealing as youâre sashaying towards his desk. When you stop right before him, he heaves a deep sigh, then pulls you close from your waist.Â
âWhy did you close the blinds last night?â he asks, gently caressing your neck. âYou know how much I hate not being able to see you.â
âYou couldâve just checked the live feed.â
âIt was conveniently cut off as if someone wanted to be out of my sight,â he stares daggers at you, patience burning away dangerously fast. âMakes you wonder what someone might be doing thatâs so important that she needs fucking privacy under my roof.â
âDid you want to watch your own son hit this?â you scoff.Â
âOh, you donât fucking talk to me like that,â he wraps his fingers around your throat.
Yes. Yes. This is the part you love the most. When he fucking snaps. When he loses his shit so spectacularly that he forgets what heâs supposed to be.
âI say, and you do,â he spits through his clenched jaw. âDo you need a refresher about what happens when you donât listen?âÂ
Yes, you do, actually. You want to feel that delicious sizzle on your ass again. You want him to fuck you dumb again. You want him to call you his good girl when you make yourself cum on his fingers, then watch him get hard to licking your cream off of himself.
âI didnât want to distract you,â you speak in a knowing voice, though audibly annoyed. âI heard you were having a little dinner party with your precious wife.â
âFuck what you heard,â he traps you between the desk and his body. âNothingâs a good enough reason to disobey your man.â
âMy man?â you burst into hysterical laughter. âYour son doesnât have a shred of spine to tell me what to do, nor could he even if he wanted to.â
âI said your man, not your bitchass side piece,â he corrects you.
âOh, so youâre the main character, and heâs the dude that gets killed in the first ten minutes, is that it?â you deride.
âIs there a problem?â
âOh, there are many problems,â you purse your lips. âJust so you know, Iâm getting less and less careful with my knives around your wife.â
âMeaning?â
âMeaning, you seem to have a side piece of your own, and thatâs not me, Mr. Seo.â
He canât help the tiny smirk that clings to his lips because heâs tickled so much. He loves it when you throw jealous fits like that as if you donât know a piece of paper means nothing to him. Nothing legally binds Seo Changbin to anything when heâs very much above the law. He is the law, and you are the blind spot he never meant to have.
But heâd rather die than get his sight back.
âIs that supposed to be a threat?â he breaks into a content smile.
âHow do I put this?â you crease your brows as you give him an executive summary of your coup plan. âIf you keep testing my patience, which I have very little left by the way, Iâm gonna make your son cum inside me, then make your wife eat it in your marital bed.â
You put your hand on his and remove it from your throat, your face straight as an arrow.Â
âEither get divorced and give me what I goddamn deserve, or just say you have no intention of ever wifing me so I can take my business to Jeongs,â you spell it out for him plain and simple. âEveryone knows Yunhoâs nickname is The Head for a reason.â
Changbin doesnât speak. He listens to you with eyes as dead as yours as if to say, âAre you done?â When silence sits between you, he peels his eyes off your fucking beautiful face and slowly pulls your dress all the way up to your waist. Heâs at least fair; he makes a mental note of giving you bonus points for following his other cardinal rule, which is to never inconvenience him with underwear. He softly taps your inner thigh for you to spread your legs a little, beyond content to watch that single drop trickle down your dampened folds. He dips two fingers into his scotch glass and swipes them on your pussy for a little flavor, then finally looks at you as he offers his fingers to you. He watches you swirl your tongue around his digits, savor the taste he has created just for you, then removes his fingers to prod your entrance.
âIf you mention another manâs name right in my face again,â he quietly warns, âIâll fucking destroy everything you love.â
He pushes in three fingers all at once, and you gasp hard. He doesnât let you adjust, starting right at 100 and only climbing up from there. Just a bit of back-and-forth with him, and youâre already so slippery, enough to fuck the shit out of you. You hold onto the desk for dear life to keep your balance, and he sneers, having the time of his life watching you struggle. He makes himself comfortable on his leather chair, fingers still inside you, then buries his face into your cunt to burn you alive. The exact rhythm you love. The exact flicks of his tongue on your clit that make your brain go fuzzy. Itâs probably longer than that, but it only feels like a few seconds before you feel a gigantic wave approach. And he knows because your walls are so swollen that any more will trap him inside you and break his fingers.
âDONâT STOP!!!â you whine when he suddenly slows way down.
âShh, patience, baby.âÂ
He reaches for his phone on the desk, fingering you a lot more languidly but never fully stopping. He needs the impact to land at a very specific moment. He works you until you tense up again. Until your breathing shortens again. Before he knows it, youâre moaning a little louder. A little deeper. When he decides youâre ripe enough, he dials a number and speaks into the receiver very calmly.
âPay a visit to the East side,â he stares into your eyes as he places his order, fingering you a lot more fervently. âI want Jeong Yunhoâs head.â
You explode when the words reach your ears, and Changbin helps himself to a tall glass of you. You feel so good, so satisfied that you canât help bursting into a fucked out giggle fit. He finally stops and pulls you onto his lap, sharing the taste that drives him fucking crazier with the woman that holds his sanity hostage.
âWould you look at that?â he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. âAll of a sudden, you have nowhere to take your business to.âÂ
âMurder as a love language, huh?â you bite his crooked smile. âI think Iâm swooning.â
âWhat can I say? Iâm a romantic like that,â he lands a delicious slap on your ass and starts unbuttoning his pants.Â
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You canât do this to me. I canât fall for a man like this. 𫣠See! This is the dark romance people should be simping over! Not that slop booktok keeps saying is good.
Would you believe me if I said I was specifically targeting you with Yunho? đ€Ł (Sorry bro it was for the greater good, I'll do you justice sometime, promise đââïž) Oh, heck yeah, no one's going about their lives until these two learn how not to go full irrational jealous. Which is... never I guess đ„Ž
Summary: Reader is not a noona (older sister), not even an ajumma (middle aged woman), she surely is pushing halmeoni (grandma) vibes, and here comes Lee Felix trying to court her. Yeah, I know, totally bizarre. This is set in a non-idol universe where SKZ members are not idols but Reader and her friend Halima love K-pop and watch costume C-Dramas.
Chapter 12: I Am Also Your Sugar Daddy
Hyunjin's POV
Sunday 18th May, 2025 - 11:00 am
You would be slightly jealous of the scene in front of you if you hadn't made inroads into spending more time with Y/N as well as experiencing more skinship with her. She lets you hold her more often but can't make eye contact for extended periods. Y/N loves back hugs the most and you are quite happy to oblige her. You are finally getting used to the feeling of grease on your fingers whenever you touch her hair, or if you place your chin on top of her head when you hug her. The grease was a bit startling at first but it's now an accepted feature, and you can sometimes smell her hair product on you when she's gone and you are reminded of her. You think this 'arranged marriage' as Y/N calls it is going quite well, though Your Heart seems to be moving faster than you are. It's to be expected though, she met him first and spent more time with her before you showed up and now you are just catching up. You had lifted Y/n's hand in yours and wanted to kiss her knuckles but she shook her head, saying she wasn't ready. She held you tighter though, so you understood it wasn't a rejection.Â
One of the ways you spend more time with Y/N is a drop in beginning salsa class on Thursday nights at 7 pm. They have other Latin dances available such as bachata, and they even added kizomba but Y/N chose salsa. She said she finds it harder and so the two of you should take that one. After the first lesson, and free dance time starting 8 pm, you realized you both sweat a lot. Y/N was actually laughing at the similarity while you both ate dinner after 9 pm at her favourite Peruvian fast food place. You casually suggested going shopping for the next date, that you should get more sheets for her place. This is when you started to slightly understand what Your Heart meant when he said he can tell when Y/N is blushing. At first she was confused why you were asking, but you mentioned that since both of you sweat so much, that it would be wise to equip you with more sheets so it wouldn't be an inconvinience to have both Your Heart and yourself staying overnight with her. If she was already avoiding eye contact, she might as well have pointed all the satellite dishes away from you. Y/N was blinking rapidly and almost chocked on her fried plantain, and suddenly the plastic cutlery on her tray was very interesting. After she regained her composure, she said she would like that, and she placed her free hand over yours for a few seconds in appreciation. You responded with a smile of your own and you felt a sense of satisfaction in your heart.Â
You let Y/N pick out the sheet sets she wanted and were quite amused when she picked all five in faux silk. She picked dark colours, one blue, another green, then came pink and even red. And lastly, she picked purple. You asked Y/N why she made those selections, she said she always wanted to own shiny sheets and now she got the opportunity thanks to you. You hadn't produced a credit card that fast since Your Heart captured your heart. You were begining to get addicted to seeing her smiling just the same way Your Heart was and you wanted to keep her smiling. So shopping dates began to include groceries and you were offloading the food into her fridge and pantry. You started to keep track of it and truth be told, she really doesn't eat much. It doesn't seem like an eating disorder and you discussed it with Your Heart. You now have her favourite brand of lactose free milk, as well as frozen fruit. And now that she's at your house, you made sure there are ripe bananas so you can make her a smoothie with milk, ripe bananas and frozen blueberries. Y/N seems to be able to injest this faster than any food she has to chew, save for her Peruvian fast food, it's the least you can do for her.Â
At the momement, this Indian song is playing on a loop while Your Heart and Y/N are posing in front of you so you can draw them. Y/N is seated on the floor with her back leaning on the couch, and Your Heart is on the carpeted floor with her, with the back of his head resting on her lap. She is looking down at him while he looks up at her, and they are talking casually, with no need to raise their voices beyond a normal tone since the music is playing at a really low volume. Your Heart constantly indulges Y/N in her entertainment whims and goes along with everything she asks. He asked her what was her favourite comfort movie, and she picked 'Baadhai Do'. And this is why this song is playing in the background right now, it's from the movie. And it's also the reason why Your Heart is talking about having kids, and asking Y/N if she'd like that with the two of you. She's smiling back at him, and says she'd like to see him have kids, but she's too old and doesn't think that's going to be possible. Your Heart looks a little disappointed, and asks why he can't have a happy ending like in the movie, to which Y/N answers that she wishes him the same, a happy ending. As if to emphasise her point, she takes her hand in his and squeezes it lightly and rubs the back of his hand on her cheek, as though she is conveying her sincerity. At this juncture, Your Heart takes her hand and kisses her knuckles, and she doesn't flinch.Â
You understand why she is more comfortable with him, given the position you found them in this morning. Y/N actually spent the night at your house, though she slept in your room while you slept in Your Heart's room where you always are. The three of you had spent the evening watching 'Baadhai Do' then went to your seperate rooms to sleep. When Y/N didn't come to the kitchen by the time the two of you were downstairs in the kitchen at 8 am, Your Heart went to find out if Y/N was still asleep. At 8:30 am, you went to check and found them both asleep on the floor. For some reason, Y/N was no longer in your bed but on the floor in the space next to the wall. Your Heart was fast asleep slightly on top of her, with only a sheet covering them. Y/N's leg was lifted with her knee resting on the wall, with Your Heart perfectly slotted in the space. The scene made you swallow hard and you had to adjust your shorts, but you left them to get some more sleep while you went back to the kitchen. It seems like these two were intent on recreating 'Falling' even if it was accidentally.Â
Your Heart came downstairs at 10 am and informed you that Y/N was taking her morning shower. You were glad that during your shopping trips, you had made sure to stock her favourite toiletries and you even stocked up on the brands of feminine care products she is uses. Whenever she will be here at the house, she needn't worry about a thing. Your Heart also let you know that the two of you needed to talk tonight about Y/N so you were a little worried but he hugged you and told you it would be okay, but that he needed you to do him a favour drawing them both. You agreed. He had his breakfast and when Y/N came down, he asked her if you draw two of them, she said yes. He set the music play on repeat while you did your thing.Â
Sunday 18th May, 2025 - 8:32 pmÂ
After lunch, you both took Y/N home, gave her warm hugs at the door, and watched her close the door, and only left after she engaged the latch. You were now in bed, holding each other close, letting the weekend seep through your bones and getting ready of the upcoming work week. Finally, Your Heart is ready to talk.Â
"Jagi, we need to slow down with Y/N. There's more going on than she lets on. Recall how she said she needs us to be sober around her?" he quietly asks, his breathing even. You hold him even closer, listening closely, and nod slightly, encouraging him to keep talking.Â
"It's more than what you said about her creating road blocks. I found her asleep on the floor, she stirred a little so I quietly asked her why she was on the floor, she mentioned having back problems if she slept on a mattress for too many hours, that she ends up on her own floor in her apartment many times just so she can keep back pain at bay."
You listen intently, not interrupting, letting Your Heart gather his thoughts.Â
"I asked if I could join her, and she said yes. Y/N lifted the sheet and I lay on the side next to her but we had to maneuver a bit so I wasn't sleeping on her boobs and hurting her, it was both funny and arousing, but it didn't get me ready for the shock of what was to happen next."
You adjust your position to look directly into Your Heart's eyes, concerned because he is indicating that something went wrong in his room this morning.Â
"I leaned forward to give her a peck on her lips, and she turned her face away from mine. I asked her what was wrong, if this a morning breath issue. She said there were worse situations than morning breath. She said she would likely have a fight or flight response if I tried to kiss her. That caused me to pause, I was not sure what she meant."
"She explained that it takes a while for her to get used to men, and even when she is, her body actively fights when they touch her. So far the two of us are doing well, she is comfortable around us. That's why she asked us to go slow."
"This is disturbing," you respond, and even look away at the wall for a few seconds then back at Your Heart, "so what did you do?" you ask.
"I asked her if she was serious, she said yes, she aked me to try. I was a fool or maybe it's good I tried, and by God, I have never been so turned off, she seemed to want to stay still but was shaking at the same time. I stopped immediately, but she said I have to hold her down in order to do it. I was shocked and started to pull away, she asked me me to wait. She said she was willing to try, but I told her I can't get turned on by her distress. I was not interested in seeing her in distress."
You let that bullet ricochet around in your brain, and the implications. You think back on how Y/N didn't let you kiss her knuckles and has only recenly got there with Your Heart. You say it before you can een complete the thought, "My Heart, if we are not careful, we could catch a rape charge."
"Yes, her mind and her body are not in sync so I would advise not to move forward."
"What the hell happened to her to cause her to end up like this? I am actually worried."
"So am I."
"You should talk to her, probably alone since she is more comfortable with you."
Your Heart nods in agreement and you kiss his forehead, while rubbing his shoulder lightly to comfort the two of you. You mention to him how you like Y/N enough to not want to lose her, and at the same time, you have no intention of harming her. He agrees. But then you frown and he looks at you, questioning.
"I took her shopping for bed sheets, implying we would be making love. I had no clue. Also, she showed no distress during the trip."
"This is why we have to take it slow. Y/N is interested but her body isn't ready. While you drew us this morning, I could smell her arousal. It's a strange mix of being interested while being afraid at the same time."
"What do you mean you could smell her arousal?"
"Remember my head was in her lap this morning, and she had just taken a shower. She was probably dripping."
"Jagi!"
"I wish I was kidding."
"This is so fucked up. So I take it when you were asleep with her on the floor, having your hips slotted together like that while her knee was leaning on the wall did something to her?"
So this chapter feels a little shorter than expected, at least to me it feels that way. And I ended up writing it a little differently from before since I am actively looking at how other writers set up their fics - so there's more description in this and the dialogue is only at the end. I started out quite dialogue heavy and have slowly been attempting to improve the quality of what I put around the dialogue. This time I just went with blocks of paragraphs at the first segment. So truth be told, this fic is going to be wonky without one set writing style because it's my first fic. I am still learning. And yes, this took 4 hours again, with lots of procrastination and making smoothies in the middle.
It still takes a week to put together the skeleton, I already started setting it up so next chapter will hopefully be written next weekend. I can't seem to want to write a little then come back later, I just want to flesh out the whole skeleton in one sitting.
I hope you enjoy the fic as much as I enjoy writing it.
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Summary: Reader is not a noona (older sister), not even an ajumma (middle aged woman), she surely is pushing halmeoni (grandma) vibes, and here comes Lee Felix trying to court her. Yeah, I know, totally bizarre. This is set in a non-idol universe where SKZ members are not idols but Reader and her friend Halima love K-pop and watch costume C-Dramas.
Chapter 12: I Am Also Your Sugar Daddy
Hyunjin's POV
Sunday 18th May, 2025 - 11:00 am
You would be slightly jealous of the scene in front of you if you hadn't made inroads into spending more time with Y/N as well as experiencing more skinship with her. She lets you hold her more often but can't make eye contact for extended periods. Y/N loves back hugs the most and you are quite happy to oblige her. You are finally getting used to the feeling of grease on your fingers whenever you touch her hair, or if you place your chin on top of her head when you hug her. The grease was a bit startling at first but it's now an accepted feature, and you can sometimes smell her hair product on you when she's gone and you are reminded of her. You think this 'arranged marriage' as Y/N calls it is going quite well, though Your Heart seems to be moving faster than you are. It's to be expected though, she met him first and spent more time with her before you showed up and now you are just catching up. You had lifted Y/n's hand in yours and wanted to kiss her knuckles but she shook her head, saying she wasn't ready. She held you tighter though, so you understood it wasn't a rejection.Â
One of the ways you spend more time with Y/N is a drop in beginning salsa class on Thursday nights at 7 pm. They have other Latin dances available such as bachata, and they even added kizomba but Y/N chose salsa. She said she finds it harder and so the two of you should take that one. After the first lesson, and free dance time starting 8 pm, you realized you both sweat a lot. Y/N was actually laughing at the similarity while you both ate dinner after 9 pm at her favourite Peruvian fast food place. You casually suggested going shopping for the next date, that you should get more sheets for her place. This is when you started to slightly understand what Your Heart meant when he said he can tell when Y/N is blushing. At first she was confused why you were asking, but you mentioned that since both of you sweat so much, that it would be wise to equip you with more sheets so it wouldn't be an inconvinience to have both Your Heart and yourself staying overnight with her. If she was already avoiding eye contact, she might as well have pointed all the satellite dishes away from you. Y/N was blinking rapidly and almost chocked on her fried plantain, and suddenly the plastic cutlery on her tray was very interesting. After she regained her composure, she said she would like that, and she placed her free hand over yours for a few seconds in appreciation. You responded with a smile of your own and you felt a sense of satisfaction in your heart.Â
You let Y/N pick out the sheet sets she wanted and were quite amused when she picked all five in faux silk. She picked dark colours, one blue, another green, then came pink and even red. And lastly, she picked purple. You asked Y/N why she made those selections, she said she always wanted to own shiny sheets and now she got the opportunity thanks to you. You hadn't produced a credit card that fast since Your Heart captured your heart. You were begining to get addicted to seeing her smiling just the same way Your Heart was and you wanted to keep her smiling. So shopping dates began to include groceries and you were offloading the food into her fridge and pantry. You started to keep track of it and truth be told, she really doesn't eat much. It doesn't seem like an eating disorder and you discussed it with Your Heart. You now have her favourite brand of lactose free milk, as well as frozen fruit. And now that she's at your house, you made sure there are ripe bananas so you can make her a smoothie with milk, ripe bananas and frozen blueberries. Y/N seems to be able to injest this faster than any food she has to chew, save for her Peruvian fast food, it's the least you can do for her.Â
At the momement, this Indian song is playing on a loop while Your Heart and Y/N are posing in front of you so you can draw them. Y/N is seated on the floor with her back leaning on the couch, and Your Heart is on the carpeted floor with her, with the back of his head resting on her lap. She is looking down at him while he looks up at her, and they are talking casually, with no need to raise their voices beyond a normal tone since the music is playing at a really low volume. Your Heart constantly indulges Y/N in her entertainment whims and goes along with everything she asks. He asked her what was her favourite comfort movie, and she picked 'Baadhai Do'. And this is why this song is playing in the background right now, it's from the movie. And it's also the reason why Your Heart is talking about having kids, and asking Y/N if she'd like that with the two of you. She's smiling back at him, and says she'd like to see him have kids, but she's too old and doesn't think that's going to be possible. Your Heart looks a little disappointed, and asks why he can't have a happy ending like in the movie, to which Y/N answers that she wishes him the same, a happy ending. As if to emphasise her point, she takes her hand in his and squeezes it lightly and rubs the back of his hand on her cheek, as though she is conveying her sincerity. At this juncture, Your Heart takes her hand and kisses her knuckles, and she doesn't flinch.Â
You understand why she is more comfortable with him, given the position you found them in this morning. Y/N actually spent the night at your house, though she slept in your room while you slept in Your Heart's room where you always are. The three of you had spent the evening watching 'Baadhai Do' then went to your seperate rooms to sleep. When Y/N didn't come to the kitchen by the time the two of you were downstairs in the kitchen at 8 am, Your Heart went to find out if Y/N was still asleep. At 8:30 am, you went to check and found them both asleep on the floor. For some reason, Y/N was no longer in your bed but on the floor in the space next to the wall. Your Heart was fast asleep slightly on top of her, with only a sheet covering them. Y/N's leg was lifted with her knee resting on the wall, with Your Heart perfectly slotted in the space. The scene made you swallow hard and you had to adjust your shorts, but you left them to get some more sleep while you went back to the kitchen. It seems like these two were intent on recreating 'Falling' even if it was accidentally.Â
Your Heart came downstairs at 10 am and informed you that Y/N was taking her morning shower. You were glad that during your shopping trips, you had made sure to stock her favourite toiletries and you even stocked up on the brands of feminine care products she is uses. Whenever she will be here at the house, she needn't worry about a thing. Your Heart also let you know that the two of you needed to talk tonight about Y/N so you were a little worried but he hugged you and told you it would be okay, but that he needed you to do him a favour drawing them both. You agreed. He had his breakfast and when Y/N came down, he asked her if you draw two of them, she said yes. He set the music play on repeat while you did your thing.Â
Sunday 18th May, 2025 - 8:32 pmÂ
After lunch, you both took Y/N home, gave her warm hugs at the door, and watched her close the door, and only left after she engaged the latch. You were now in bed, holding each other close, letting the weekend seep through your bones and getting ready of the upcoming work week. Finally, Your Heart is ready to talk.Â
"Jagi, we need to slow down with Y/N. There's more going on than she lets on. Recall how she said she needs us to be sober around her?" he quietly asks, his breathing even. You hold him even closer, listening closely, and nod slightly, encouraging him to keep talking.Â
"It's more than what you said about her creating road blocks. I found her asleep on the floor, she stirred a little so I quietly asked her why she was on the floor, she mentioned having back problems if she slept on a mattress for too many hours, that she ends up on her own floor in her apartment many times just so she can keep back pain at bay."
You listen intently, not interrupting, letting Your Heart gather his thoughts.Â
"I asked if I could join her, and she said yes. Y/N lifted the sheet and I lay on the side next to her but we had to maneuver a bit so I wasn't sleeping on her boobs and hurting her, it was both funny and arousing, but it didn't get me ready for the shock of what was to happen next."
You adjust your position to look directly into Your Heart's eyes, concerned because he is indicating that something went wrong in his room this morning.Â
"I leaned forward to give her a peck on her lips, and she turned her face away from mine. I asked her what was wrong, if this a morning breath issue. She said there were worse situations than morning breath. She said she would likely have a fight or flight response if I tried to kiss her. That caused me to pause, I was not sure what she meant."
"She explained that it takes a while for her to get used to men, and even when she is, her body actively fights when they touch her. So far the two of us are doing well, she is comfortable around us. That's why she asked us to go slow."
"This is disturbing," you respond, and even look away at the wall for a few seconds then back at Your Heart, "so what did you do?" you ask.
"I asked her if she was serious, she said yes, she aked me to try. I was a fool or maybe it's good I tried, and by God, I have never been so turned off, she seemed to want to stay still but was shaking at the same time. I stopped immediately, but she said I have to hold her down in order to do it. I was shocked and started to pull away, she asked me me to wait. She said she was willing to try, but I told her I can't get turned on by her distress. I was not interested in seeing her in distress."
You let that bullet ricochet around in your brain, and the implications. You think back on how Y/N didn't let you kiss her knuckles and has only recenly got there with Your Heart. You say it before you can een complete the thought, "My Heart, if we are not careful, we could catch a rape charge."
"Yes, her mind and her body are not in sync so I would advise not to move forward."
"What the hell happened to her to cause her to end up like this? I am actually worried."
"So am I."
"You should talk to her, probably alone since she is more comfortable with you."
Your Heart nods in agreement and you kiss his forehead, while rubbing his shoulder lightly to comfort the two of you. You mention to him how you like Y/N enough to not want to lose her, and at the same time, you have no intention of harming her. He agrees. But then you frown and he looks at you, questioning.
"I took her shopping for bed sheets, implying we would be making love. I had no clue. Also, she showed no distress during the trip."
"This is why we have to take it slow. Y/N is interested but her body isn't ready. While you drew us this morning, I could smell her arousal. It's a strange mix of being interested while being afraid at the same time."
"What do you mean you could smell her arousal?"
"Remember my head was in her lap this morning, and she had just taken a shower. She was probably dripping."
"Jagi!"
"I wish I was kidding."
"This is so fucked up. So I take it when you were asleep with her on the floor, having your hips slotted together like that while her knee was leaning on the wall did something to her?"
or: oh great. your roommate bailed on you right before the new month's payment, and you need to find a new roommate asap. lucky for you, chan came (literally) to your rescue. he's charming enough, and more importantly, pays rent on time. you've agreed to split rent by half, but rent won't be the only thing getting split in half, because he's hiding a big secret. and no, not just the one in his pants.
warnings: MDNI!!! contains heavy sexual content, camboy!chris x roommate!reader, porn with some plot, perv!reader, masturbation, piv, mÄnhandling, spÄnkĂŻng, hÄirpulling, too many kinks , kinda switch!chan but he's mostly a dom daddy dwdw, I'm a cocky chan truther so yk what's coming, a sprinkle of fluff and banter.
wc: 11k
a/n: loosely based off this drabble
"You're fucking kidding me." You stare at the text message. Three sentences that might as well be a bomb dropped in the middle of your living room.
Hey, sorry for the short notice, but Iâm moving in with my boyfriend at the end of the week.
I know rentâs due soon, but I kinda already spent my half on the security deposit for our new place.
Good luck finding someone else!
shit
Rent is due in nine days, and your bank account isnât exactly overflowing.
Youâve never lived alone before. Couldnât afford it even if you wanted to. And the thought of scrambling to find a new roommate in a week makes your stomach twist.
You're halfway through drafting a frantic "roommate needed ASAP" text to your groupchat when your phone buzzes.
it's one of your few friends who actually bothers to check in.
Heard about your roomie bailing. Absolute bullshit.
Anyway I know a guy. Chill as hell, works freelance, needs a place.
You'd vibe.
You hesitate, thumb hovering over the keyboard. The last thing you want is some rando bringing chaos into your already crumbling life.
But then your landlord's terse "rent due on the 1st, no exceptions" text flashes in your mind.
Fine. Give him my number.
Chan texts you thirty minutes later. His messages are polite. Full sentences, proper punctuation, none of that monosyllabic grunting.
He suggests meeting at the apartment tomorrow afternoon to check the place out, and you agree.
The next day, you're scrubbing the bathroom sink when the doorbell rings. Chan stands in the hallway holding a paper bag that smells like garlic and herbs. "Figured we could talk over lunch," he says, smiling like this isn't weird at all.
Up close, he's so much cuter than you expected, blond hair, unfairly big broad shoulders, dressed in a blank tanktop that showed them off perfectly.
You blink at the take out bag, then at Chanâs easy grin.
Thereâs no nervous energy radiating off him, no awkward shuffling â just this unsettling calm, like heâs already decided he belongs here. âUh,â you say, wiping your damp hands on your pants, âyou didnât have toââ
âI know,â he interrupts, already toeing off his sneakers without waiting for an invite. The scent of roasted garlic and rosemary spills into the apartment as he breezes past you toward the kitchen. âBut food makes everything less weird, right?â
You trail after him, you don't know whether to be annoyed or charmed.
Chan unpacks the food containers, grilled chicken, some kind of herby rice, roasted vegetables that donât look like the sad microwave steam bags you usually survive on.
He slides a plate toward you. âEat first, then interrogation.â
âInterrogation?â You stab a piece of chicken, watching him warily.
Chan shrugs, mouth already full. âStandard roommate shit. âDo you snore?â âAre you a serial killer?â âWill you steal my leftovers?ââ He swallows, grinning.
âThe answerâs no, no, and only if you leave them unlabelled.â
The food is homemade stupidly good, and Chanâs presence is⊠unsettlingly comfortable.
By the time youâre scraping the last of the rice off your plate, youâve learned he does something vague with digital marketing (âBasically, I convince people to buy shit they donât needâ), he actually enjoys doing laundry, and he likes to cook.
âSo,â Chan says, stacking the empty containers, âyou wanna show me around, or should I just start claiming drawers?â
The tour is quick â your apartment isnât exactly sprawling â but Chan makes appreciative noises at the closet space and tests how sturdy the bed frame is (#whatdatmean).
When you hesitantly mention rent, he waves a hand. âHalfâs fine. Iâll pay first and last upfront if you want.â
You stare. âYou donât even know the amount.â
Chan shrugs, leaning against the kitchen counter âDoesnât matter. Iâve got it.â He pulls out his phone, taps a few times, and, before you can protest, your own phone buzzes with a notification.
Itâs a Venmo payment for double what you were about to say rent costs.
Your mouth opens, then closes. âYouâwhat? Thatâs too much.â
âNah.â He pockets his phone, grinning at your baffled expression. âConsider it a âsorry for being weirdly pushyâ. â
You donât argue. You canât argue â not when your bank account is currently breathing its first sigh of relief in months.
A girls got priorities, and he doesn't really seem to mind. it's a win win scenario.
~
The first month was⊠strange. Not bad, just strange. he was genuinely nice, easy to talk to. it wasn't long till the initial awkwardness â if there was any â wore off. you'd become something sort of friends, and both of you settled into a quiet rhythm.
he'd left cash for rent in a neat stack on the kitchen counter on first of the month, slightly more than his half again.
When you tried to give him the extra back, he just waved you off.
You caught glimpses of his routine. disappearing into his room at odd hours, the low murmur of his voice through the walls late at night.
And then there was the day you came home early.
You werenât supposed to be back until ten, but your shift ended early, and the bus was miraculously on time for once.
The apartment was quiet when you unlocked the door, just the hum of the fridge and the faint creak of the floorboards under your feet.
Youâd barely set your bag down when you heard it â a low noise from Chanâs room.
Your fingers froze on the zipper of your jacket. The sound came again, breathier this time, followed by the slick, rhythmic sound of skin on skin.
you thought it was a girlfriend he never told you about.
The idea punched a weird, hollow ache into your ribs â which was stupid, because itâs not like you had any claim on him.
Still, you stood there frozen in the hallway, his door slightly ajar, listening to the sounds of his pleasure like some kind of creep.
You backed out of the apartment, easing the door shut with just the softest whisper of the latch catching. Your pulse hammered in your throat as you ducked into the stairwell, pressing your back against the cool concrete wall.
The rational part of your brain screamed at you to stop being weird, to just walk back in like a normal person. But the irrational part â the part currently in charge â was too busy replaying the sounds spilling from Chanâs room to listen.
You get out of the building and circle the block twice, three times, counting cracks in the sidewalk. The air smells like rain that hasnât fallen yet, and you bask in that atmosphere till roughly an hour has passed.
When you finally drag yourself back inside, the apartment is quiet. Chanâs door is shut tight, the shower running, and no girlfriend in sight.
she must've left early.
You freeze halfway to your room when the shower shuts off. your feet are planted still go to your room, go to your room
but you weren't quick enough, and a few seconds later, Chan emerges with only a towel slung low on his hips.
He's startled when he sees you, droplets flicking off his hair as he jerks his head up. âoh heyââ His voice is casual before you cut him off, "shitâsorry!" your face heats up at the sight, your eyes wander, trailing down his toned chest that still had water droplets running down, before snapping your head in the other direction.
was he always this muscular?
and you can't help but notice that there are no hickeys on his neck, no marks on his arms, and surprisingly put together for someone who just had his girlfriend over less than an hour ago.
"no noâ you're good." he reassures with a smile, "you're back early."
You swallow hard. âYeah. Shift got cut."
Chan leans against the doorframe, his damp hair curling at the ends. You try not to stare at the way his towel clings precariously to his hips, but your gaze keeps flicking downward anyway, betraying you.
"Everything okay?" he asks, tilting his head slightly.
"Y-yeah," you stammer, fingers twisting in the hem of your jacket. "Justâuh. Busy day."
Chan hums, nodding. His eyes flick over your face, lingering a second too long on your flushed cheeks before he grins. "Cool. I was just gonna make some food if youâre hungry."
The casual offer throws you off. You were expecting â what? Awkward silence? Averted eyes? Not this easy warmth.
but you just nod dumbly. "Yeah. Food sounds good."
he pushes off the doorframe, padding toward the kitchen. The towel rides up slightly with each step, revealing the sharp cut of his hip bones, and you have to physically bite the inside of your cheek to keep from making a noise.
âYou good?â he calls over his shoulder, like he can feel your stare burning into his back.
âFine,â you squeak, following at a safe distance, eyes fixed firmly on the floor. The kitchen tile is cool under your socked feet, a welcome distraction from the heat crawling up your neck.
Chan hums again, rummaging through the fridge with one hand while the other keeps his towel secured. The muscles in his back flex as he leans forward, and youâre suddenly very interested in the color of your sponge bob socks.
âLeftover pasta okay?â he asks, pulling out a container with a rattle of plastic. You nod mutely, watching as he moves around the kitchen, his bare feet slapping against the tiles.
The stove clicks to life, the hiss of gas filling the silence between you. Chan leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, âSo,â he starts, âhow was work?â
You blink. âUh. Fine. Boring.â The words tumble out too fast, your pulse jumping when Chan chuckles. His eyes crinkle at the corners, and suddenly youâre hyperaware of every inch of space between you.
he scrapes the leftover pasta into the pan, the sizzle of garlic and butter filling the silence between you. His towel shifts dangerously low with each stir, but he doesnât seem to notice â or maybe he does.
The corner of his mouth twitches when he catches you staring, and you snap your gaze to the ceiling like itâs suddenly fascinating.
"You know," he says, voice light, "most roommates donât freak out when they see each other half dressed." The wooden spoon clinks against the pan as he scrapes the edges.
"I wasnât freaking out."
Chan laughs, "You literally yelped like I pulled a knife on you." He glances over his shoulder, eyes dragging down your body in a way that makes your knees weak. "Unless youâre into that."
The pasta sizzles loudly in the pan, drowning out the choked sound that escapes your throat at Chanâs words. "Iâthatâs notâ"
Chan turns fully now, abandoning the stove, and the towel dips dangerously low. His smirk is infuriating, "Relax," he murmurs, stepping closer, "Just teasing."
You laugh nervously, the sound too high pitched, too obvious. "I'm just gonnaâ" You jerk your thumb toward your room, already backing away. "Change into something more... home-y."
Chan raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Home-y,"
"yeaâ!" your voice cracks "y'know comfortable....home clothes"
Then you gesture vaguely at his towel, your voice cracking slightly. "Are youâ uh, gonna put on actual clothes before we eat? Because I'm pretty sure health code violations apply to apartments too."
Chan glances down at himself, then back up at you, "Why?" He grins, tilting his head. "Distracted?"
"Yesâno," you sputter, crossing your arms tightly over your chest like armor. "I just donât want yourâ" You wave a hand wildly in the general direction of his hips. "Thatânear my dinner."
Chan laughs, a full blown laugh, and you take that chance to bolt for your room, shoulders hunched as if thatâll make you smaller, less noticeable.
The door clicks shut behind you with a click, and you press your forehead against the cool wood, exhaling sharply.
"And turn the heat down!" you call out, voice too high,"Unless you want to burn the house down!"
Another laugh, muffled through the door. "Yes, mom," Chan drawls, the playful lilt in his voice making your cheeks burn hotter.
The stove clicks as he adjusts the flame, the sound followed by the soft thud of his footsteps padding down the hall. You squeeze your eyes shut, listening to the creak of his bedroom door, the rustle of fabric as he presumably â finally â changes.
You peel yourself off the door, fingers fumbling at the jacket of your shirt. The fabric clings to your skin, damp with nervous sweat, and you wrestle it off.
Home-y. Right. who even says that?
Stupid stupid stupid.
Your dresser drawer sticks halfway open, You grab the first shirt your fingers brush against, soft from too many washes, and a pair of sweatpants with the elastic stretched out.
'He has a girlfriend,' you think, shimmying out of your jeans. The denim catches around your ankles, nearly causing you to trip.
'Probably. Maybe. Who the fuck knows.'
You yank the shirt over your head so hard the neckline stretches. The mirror across the room reflects your flushed face, your hair mussed from the fabric dragging through it.
You look and feel ridiculous.
You pull up your pants, then pause, fingers hovering at the waistband. Avoid him. Simple. Logical. You can do that.
but it wasn't that easy. after all there is only so much avoiding one could do to someone they live with.
The apartment isnât big enough for elaborate evasion tactics, and Chan seems to have a sixth sense for popping up exactly where you donât want him.
Leaning against the fridge when youâre raiding it at 2 am, or lounging on the couch just as youâre about to claim it for a late night tv binge.
So you just ended up being cooped in your room for most of the day.
But Chan isnât stupid. eventually after days passed by, heâs leaning against your bedroom doorframe when you crack it open after what you thought was a safe half hour of silence.
âSo,â he says, arms crossed, voice dripping with amusement, âyouâre avoiding me.â
You freeze, one socked foot hovering mid step like a cartoon character caught mid sneak. âNo,â you lie too quickly.
Chan raises an eyebrow. âYou literally just ducked into the bathroom because you heard me coming down the hall.â
âI had to pee.â
âFor the fourth time today?â His grin lopsided, âEither youâve got a UTI, or youâre full of shit.â
You grit your teeth, fingers tightening around the doorknob. âMaybe both.â
he sighs out laugh, then steps closer, âListen,â he murmurs, voice dropping to a serious tone, âif this is about the whole towel thingââ
âItâs not,â you answer quickly, too loud, too fast.
âSo it is about the towel thing.â
âIâm notââ You exhale sharply through your nose, squeezing your eyes shut. âCan you justââ You gesture vaguely at the space between you. âGive me, like, a three foot radius?â
Chan tilts his head, considering. His gaze drags down your body, before settling back on your face. âNah,â he says finally, âI like you flustered.â
You bite your lip, eyes darting around, then settle on his, before darting around again.
The silence stretches, until you finally crack under the weight of it. âyouâdonât you have a girlfriend?â you blurt, the words stumbling out in a rushed, stuttering mess.
Chan blinks, his smirk faltering for half a second before dissolving into genuine confusion. âA what?â His laugh sounds startled, almost disbelieving.
You press your lips together, suddenly regretting every life choice that led you to this moment.
Chan's eyebrows climb toward his hairline, "A girlfriend?" He repeats, "What, like, some theoretical girl who sneaks in when you're not looking?"
You gesture vaguely at him â the tousled hair, the unfairly sculpted shoulders, the effortless charm that clings to him like a second skin.
"You justâseem like the type." The words tumble out half mumbled, your gaze darting anywhere but his face.
Chanâs laughter echoes through the hallway, loud enough that you flinchânot just from the sound, but from the way it makes your stomach flip.
"Oh my god," he wheezes, leaning against the doorframe like he needs the support. "You thought I had some secret girlfriend sneaking in here toâwhat, fuck me while you're at work?"
You cross your arms tightly, "It's not that ridiculous," you mutter, but even you hear how weak it sounds.
"First of all, if I had a girlfriend, you'd know. I'm not subtle." His smirk tilts into something teasing. "Second, I'm very single. And thirdâ" He pauses, tilting his head. "Wait. Is that why you've been avoiding me? You thought I was getting laid in there and didn't invite you?"
Your face burns. "Noâthat's notâ"
His grin softens slightly, but the teasing glint in his eyes doesnât fade. "So," he murmurs, voice dropping lower, "what is it, then?"
You swallow hard, fingers gripping the edge of your shirt so tightly the fabric threatens to tear. "Nothing," you lie. "Justâroommate stuff. Boundaries."
Chan hums, "Boundaries," he echoes, Then, "You know you can just tell me if Iâm doing something that makes you uncomfortable, right?"
You swallow hard, "Yeah," you mutter, gaze trailing to his eyes and holding his stare for the first time throughout this conversation "I know."
Chan pushes off the doorframe with a shrug, "Alright then," he says, clapping his hands together like he's wiping the whole conversation away. "Takeout time. You in?"
it's like all this man does is think about food...and make you weak in the knees.
You blink, "Uh. Yeah. Sure."
Chan pulls out his phone, already scrolling through delivery apps, "Thai? Or that new Italian place that opened down the street?" He glances up, eyebrows raised expectantly. "Unless you're feeling sushi again, but last time you complained about the wasbi being too strong."
The normalcy of it â the way he remembers your stupid, offhand complaints about condiments â makes something in your chest tighten.
You clear your throat. "Thaiâs good."
~
The weirdness fades slowly, chan doesnât mention the girlfriend comment again, and you stop bolting like a startled deer every time he walks into a room.
He starts leaving his door open when heâs working, the rhythmic tap of his keyboard drifting into the hallway. You catch yourself lingering in the doorway sometimes, watching the way his brow furrows when heâs concentrating, the way he bites his tongue when heâs stuck on something.
once, he catches you staring and pats the space beside him on the bed without looking up from his laptop. âHelp me brainstorm this dumb tagline,â
You perch awkwardly at first, careful not to touch him, but Chan sprawls like he owns every inch of the mattress, his thigh pressing warm against yours. and before you know it, youâre leaning into him, pointing at the screen. âThat oneâs terrible,â
~
Movie nights become a thing.
The first movie night starts by accident â or at least, thatâs what you tell yourself. Youâre curled into the corner of the couch, knees tucked under your chin, scrolling through your phone while Chan sprawls across the other end, his laptop balanced precariously on his thighs.
Then the Wi-Fi cuts out.
Chan groans, tossing his head back against the cushions. âFucking landlord,â he mutters, jabbing at his keyboard like itâll magically fix the connection.
You snort, watching him glare at the screen like itâs personally offended him. âGuess weâre gonna have to talk to each other,â
âHorrifying,â he deadpans, then grabs the remote off the coffee table. âa movie it is.â
You end up with some terrible action movie Chan insists is a âclassic,â but neither of you pay much attention. Halfway through, you catch him watching you instead of the screen, his head turning back to the movie when you caught him.
You brush it off, focusing on the screen, but your pulse jumps when Chan shifts closer, his thigh pressing against yours.
The credits roll, and he stretches. The couch creaks as he shifts, stretching his arms overhead with a groan that does things to your already frayed nerves.
"Well," he murmurs, voice rough around the edges, "that was a cinematic masterpiece."
You snort, grateful for the distraction. "Yeah, if you consider explosions and zero plot development masterful storytelling."
Chanâs chuckles âPlot is overrated,â he says, âSometimes you just wanna watch things blow up.â
Chan then exhales heavily and stands. âAlright, Iâm hitting the shower,â he says, stretching until his shirt rides up, revealing a sliver of toned stomach. You look away â too late â and Chanâs smirk is audible in his voice. âTry not to miss me too much.â
âIn your dreams,â you mutter, but your pulse jumps when he pauses by the hallway, glancing back over his shoulder.
âYeah,â he says softly, almost to himself. âExactly.â
You sit there, frozen, until the bathroom door clicks shut and the shower starts running. The sound of water hitting tile fills the apartment, and you press your palms to your overheated cheeks, exhaling sharply.
Stupid. Youâre being stupid. That probably didn't mean anything.
But then your phone buzzes on the couch beside you, and Chanâs name lights up the screen.
forgot my towel. mind grabbing it?
You stare at the message, then at the hallway, Trap, your brain supplies helpfully.
type back,
Seriously?
he answers immediately
dead serious. iâm vulnerable here.
You groan, dragging a hand down your face, but youâre already standing. His towel hangs on the back of his bedroom door, You grab it, then walk out to the bathroom.
You knock once, then freeze when Chan calls out, âJust come in.â
Your throat goes dry. âAbsolutely not.â
Chanâs laugh echoes off the tiles. âRelax, Iâm decent.â A pause. âMostly.â
you squeeze your eyes shut, then shove the towel through the gap in the door, arm outstretched as far as possible. âHere.â
Chanâs fingers brush yours as he takes the towel. His skin is warm, damp, and you jerk your hand back like youâve been burned.
âThanks,â he murmurs, voice closer than you expected. You can *feel* his smile through the door. âYouâre a lifesaver.â
You bolt back to the living room, collapsing onto the couch with a groan.
too much for your first movie night.
~
just when things were getting normal, It happens again on a monday.
Youâre home early again, the apartment is silent. You toe off your shoes, and you were about to shout a "I'm back" when you heard it again.
Low, breathy moans slipping through the crack in Chanâs door.
Your feet root to the floor, ears straining as the noise curls around you.
His voice, thick with pleasure, murmurs something you canât quite catch â then a wet, rhythmic sound that sends heat flooding your cheeks.
apparently, this man takes his....alone time very seriously.
that's what it had to be right? you can't blame him â you've been there once or twice.
Your breath sticks in your throat, fingers tightening around the strap of your bag. The soundâ god, the sound â wraps around you, thick and heady, Chan's voice breaking on a moan that scrapes down your spine.
You should move. should bolt to your room, slam the door, drown it out with headphones. but your feet refuse to cooperate.
You tiptoe into the hallway, his door is cracked just enough, and your pulse hammers so loud its drowning out any other coherent thought in your brain.
A peak wouldn't hurt...
The door creaks faintly as it opens another inch, just enough for you to see.
Chan sits on the edge of his bed, but not like you thought. Not hidden, not private. No, this is something else entirely.
A ring light casts a glow over his bare skin, the camera propped on his desk angled perfectly to capture every inch of him. His laptop screen is open with a reflection of him and a rapid stream of comments too fast to read.
Oh.
Oh god.
Your stomach drops, then tightens all at once.
Chanâs head is tipped back, his throat working around a groan as his hand moves lazily between his thighs.
You press yourself against the hallway wall, pulse hammering, thoughts running a hundred miles per hour.
you did not expect this.
His breath hitches, a sharp, punched out sound, and your nails dig into your palms.
Chanâs fingers twist at the base of his cock, his thumb smearing precum in slow circles. The camera catches the way his abs flex as he arches into his own touch, his voice ragged when he murmurs, "Wish you were here." before he bites down on his lower lip. "Could use a mouth right now."
You watch, frozen in place, as his thighs tremble, his free hand fisting in the sheets beside him. The comments on his screen blur into a frenzy of emojis and a bunch of pinging donations. His breath stutters, his jaw clenching as his strokes turn erratic, desperate. âYeah,â he gasps, voice breaking, âyeah, just like thatââ
Then he comes with a choked moan, stripes of white painting his stomach as his back arches off the bed.
Gosh, heâs gorgeous â and you barely register the dampness between your own thighs until Chan slumps back against the pillows, chest heaving.
Chan exhales sharply, his fingers still lazily stroking his softening cock as he leans forward, just enough to tap something on his laptop.
he ends the stream with a wink and a low, raspy comment that you didn't quite catch. The screen goes black, and you barely have half a second to process the situation before your body kicks into motion.
You bolt down the hallway, socked feet silent against the hardwood.
Your bedroom door clicks shut behind you just as Chan gets up. You press your back against the door, lungs burning from holding your breath, and listen.
Water runs in the sink. A towel rustles. Then you hear footsteps.
They pause outside your door.
You purse your lips and hold your breath. Then Chan hums, before his footsteps retreat down the hall.
You slump against the door, exhaling shakily.
Holy shit.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you fumble to pull it out.
you home early?
You stare at the text, thumbs hovering over the screen. Lie, your brain screams. Tell him no. but then how would you fake going into the apartment if you're already inside the apartment?
Just got back
You hit send before you can second guess it.
Cool. Dinner soon?
Your fingers hover over the screen, the weight of his question pressing against your ribs like a stone. The air in your room feels â too thick â and suddenly the idea of sitting across from Chan at the kitchen table, pretending you didnât just watch him get off on camera, makes your stomach twist.
Gonna shower first.
Your phone buzzes again before you can even set it down,
Can I join?
You nearly drop it, blood roaring in your ears. Thenâ
jk. donât use up all the hot water.
You toss your phone onto your bed and drag a hand down your face with a sigh.
You're deeply fucked.
~
That night, you stayed up aggressively googling him till his page came up.
Onlychans? really?
you'd laugh at the username if it wasn't for the videos that popped up when you clicked on his profile.
Chan, shirtless, sprawled across what is unmistakably your living room couch, one hand lazily palming himself through his sweatpants.
Chan, biting his lip as he slicks lube down his cock, the camera angled to capture every twitch of his abs.
Chan, moaning, his head thrown back against the pillows of his bed âyour apartment, your shared space â while his other hand works something thick and glistening into hisâ
You slam the laptop shut.
Your face burns. Your pulse thrums in your ears. The apartment is silent â Chanâs out for a run, or so heâd claimed when heâd left an hour ago.
You open the laptop again.
Itâs Curiosity. Thatâs all.
It starts innocently enough â just checking his schedule, really. A quick glance at his calendar pinned to the fridge.
"For productivity purposes," Chan had joked when you asked.
Then, sure enough, it spiraled.
You memorize the time of his streams, monday nights, Friday nights, he'd timed them perfectly in sync with times he knew you wouldn't be home. that's why you've been blissfully unaware of him filming in different locations around your shared apartment for the past two and a half months.
And the occasional late night surprise session that leaves you fumbling for your earbuds at 1 am. You'd literally be home, but he'd go live anyway. was he into that?
you were into it too, admittedly, because you turned out to be just as shameful as him.
The notification pops up at 1:47 am on a Wednesday 'Chan is live!' (yes, you turned his notifs on) and your fingers freeze mid doom scroll through Instagram.
your room is dark except for the glow of your phone screen, you're supposed to be asleep.
You tap the notification.
Chanâs face fills the screen, his grin already in place as he adjusts the camera. Heâs shirtless, propped against the headboard of his bed, one arm draped lazily over his bent knee. The ring light casts shadows along his abs, highlighting every dip and curve.
"Late night surprise," he murmurs, "*Miss me?*" aaaand heat is already pooling low in your stomach.
His fingers work on hinseld, slow and teasing at first, thumb smearing precum in lazy circles while he talksâ god, he sure does talk, filthy praises and half formed fantasies spilling from his lips like heâs whispering them directly into your ear. You bite your lip to stifle a gasp, your other hand slipping under the waistband of your pajama shorts.
Chan arches his back on screen, his free hand gripping the sheets beside him. "Fuck, you guys are greedy tonight," he rasps, stroking himself slowly. His thumb presses against the head on every upstroke, just how youâve learned he likes it â learned from watching, from nights spent with your phone hidden under your pillow, screen dimmed to its lowest setting.
"Fuck, m'close," Chan groans, your fingers moving between your thighs in time with his rhythm, matching the pace, hips shifting under the sheets, your breath coming shallow.
Itâs not the first time youâve watched him like this, but itâs the first time youâve done it live, with the shaky thrill of knowing he has no idea youâre here.
A whimper almost escapes you when he swipes his thumb over the head of his cock, his breath hitching. You press your palm over your mouth, stifling the sound.
The last thing you need is him hearing you through the thin walls.
The thought alone, him catching you, realizing, sends a sharp jolt between your legs. You squeeze your thighs together, chasing the feeling before it slips away.
His hand speeds up, the wet sound of his skin moving over his cock muffled only slightly by the mic's noise suppression. "God, fuckâgonna come so hard for you," he grits out, his voice cracking on the last word.
You press your free hand harder against your mouth, fingers digging into your own cheek as you watch his stomach tense, the muscles there flexing under the sheen of sweat. Your own movements stutter when he lets out a low, punched out moan, his hips jerking up into his fist.
Youâre so close you canât think straight. The coil in your stomach winds tighter with every stroke of his hand, every filthy sound he makes, matching his rhythm like youâre desperate to prove somethingâ like if you can just finish at the same time, itâll mean something. Stupid. Itâs stupid. But your hips jerk anyway, your breath coming in short, shaky bursts against your palm.
"Fuck, fuckâ" His hand stills suddenly, fingers tightening around the base of his cock as he tips his head back, you watch as his body locks up for one second â and then heâs coming, stripes of white painting his stomach, his chest.
Your own climax crashes over you at the same time, so violently you nearly choke on the gasp you swallow down, your back arching off the bed as pleasure burns through you in hot, dizzying waves.
Heâs still catching his breath, his free hand dragging lazily through the mess on his stomach, fingers tracing the lines of cum with a slow, absentminded swipe.
His lips curl into that stupid, effortless smirk youâve seen a hundred times,
"Mmm, fuck," he murmurs, voice rough around the edges, still a little breathless. "You all got me good tonight."
He reaches for a towel off screen, the muscles in his arm flexing as he wipes himself clean. You watch, transfixed, as he tosses the towel aside and leans closer to the camera, cheeks are still flushed, his lashes low.
"Hope that was worth the wait," he says, eyes flickering to the chat before he grins. "gosh you guys are generous with the tips tonight." and you catch a few of the comments.
slave4u: how bout you come and give me that tip
sweetheartonline: gone broke just for you </3
Chan just chuckles, shaking his head. "Alright, alright, Iâm done. Youâre all insatiable." He stretches his arms above his head, his torso arching beautifully, "Next streamâs friday. Be good for me til then, yeah?"
With one last wink, he reaches forward, and the screen goes black.
You yank your earbuds out, Your chest heaves, your skin still buzzing, your thighs still sticky, and you press the heels of your palms against your closed eyelids until colors bloom behind them.
you find it ridiculous that you're actually enjoying this, perverted thoughts. Stupid. So stupid.
~
Two weeks pass after that. You're hyperaware of Chanâs presence in a way that makes your skin itch. Every casual touch sends sparks skittering up your spine.
You try to act normal, you really do.
But you catch yourself staring at his hands when he cooks, remembering the way they moved over himself on screen, and have to physically shake your head to clear the image.
Chan, for his part, seems to thrive on your discomfort. He leaves his bedroom door cracked just a little wider than necessary, and infuriatingly, he's rarely not shirtless.
it's okay. you're okay. at least you tell yourself that.
till it's Friday morning, marking the beginning of your third month.
the apartment is quiet, still bathed in the soft gold of early morning light filtering through the kitchen window. you hum under your breath as you flip pancakes.
then Chan emerges, shirtless, his sweatpants slung low on his hips, hair still messy from sleep.
He leans against the doorway, watching you with that lazy, knowing smirk. âMorning,â he rasps, voice still thick with sleep.
this feels too domestic for your liking.
âMorning,â you mumble, not turning around.
Chan pads closer, bare feet silent against the hardwood, until heâs right behind you. His warmth radiates against your back, âSmells good,â he murmurs, and you swear his lips brush the shell of your ear.
The spatula clatters against the pan. too domestic.
Chan chuckles, as he reaches around you to steal a piece of pancake from the prepared stack. His chest presses against your shoulder, his skin searing where it touches yours. âCareful,â he teases, popping the bite into his mouth. âYouâll burn them.â
The pancake batter sizzles violently as you stand there, frozen, Chanâs body heat scorching against your back.
His fingers brush your hip as he reaches for the syrup, and you nearly drop the spatula again.
"Youâre jumpy this morning," Chan muses, leaning against the counter beside you. "Bad dreams?"
sure, if 'bad' and 'wet' are the same thing. "something like that."
Chan hums, tilting his head as he studies you. "Got plans today?"
You flip another pancake onto the growing stack. "Just groceries later." The words come out steadier than you feel.
His grin grows. "Mind if I tag along?"
You shrug, "Itâs just errands."
Chan snags another pancake, leaning into your space until his bare shoulder presses against yours. "Exactly. Sounds thrilling." His fingers brush yours as he steals the spatula, flipping the last pancake with a flick of his wrist. "Come on. Iâll even push the cart."
You huff a laugh despite yourself. "Youâll get bored in five minutes."
"Bet?" He bumps your hip with his, "Loser buys ice cream."
~
The grocery store is exactly as mundane as you predicted, but Chan makes it unbearable in ways you didnât anticipate â his fingers lingering when he passes you items, his chest pressing against your back in crowded aisles like itâs accidental. By the time you hit the freezer section, your nerves are frayed.
"Pick a flavor," Chan murmurs, chin hooked over your shoulder as he reaches past you to open the glass door. His breath ghosts across your cheek. "Iâm feeling generous."
The freezer air hits your face, but it does nothing to cool the heat creeping up your neck. Chanâs arm brushes yours as he leans in, his fingers tracing the edge of a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream. "This one," he decides, plucking it from the shelf. "tastes like toothpaste sometimes, but eh" he said with a shrug.
You snort, grabbing a classic vanilla, but he plucks it from your hands and replaces it with something absurdly decadent, something with caramel swirls and chocolate chunks.
"Live a little," he grins, tossing it into the cart.
The checkout line is agony. Chan stands close enough that his knuckles keep brushing the small of your back, each touch sending sparks up your spine.
the cashier â an exhausted looking college student â scans everything, he pushed your hand aside when you tried to pay, and handed the cashier his card.
he caried all the groceries too, and swatted your hand away when you try to carry any.
it feels like he's your boyfriend.
The apartment door clicks shut behind you both, grocery bags rustling as Chan kicks off his shoes. Youâre still fumbling with the laces of your sneakers when he brushes past you with the plastic bags.
You follow, already going to pull things out and putting them in their designated cupboards, Chanâs already rummaging through to find the ice cream, His grin is wide as he holds it up. "Scoops or straight from the tub?"
"freezer" you deadpan, "it's probably melted by now"
his shoulders slump a little, turning around to place the tubs in the freezer.
"and, scoops," you mutter, "Weâre not animals."
he snickers, "Debatable."
Chan nudges the freezer door shut with his hip, the ice cream safely stowed away for later. "Movie night?" he suddenly asks, casual as anything, "Haven't done one in a while."
You nod, "Yeah. Okay."
You retreat to your room to change, fingers fumbling with the hem of your shirt before you even reach the door. The fabric sticks to your skin, too warm and you peel it off with a relieved sigh the second youâre alone.
The dresser drawer squeaks as you rummage for shorts and a tank top since its getting too hot, but your hands freeze mid reach when you hear Chanâs door creak open down the hall.
The unmistakable sound of fabric hitting the floor â jeans, probably â makes your throat go dry. You strain to listen, pulse hammering in your ears, as Chan hums under his breath. Something clatters, a belt buckle, and then the soft rustle of fresh clothes being pulled on.
You yank your own shorts up so fast you nearly trip, ears burning. Pathetic.
When you emerge, Chanâs already sprawled across the couch in loose joggers and that stupidly thin white tank top.
"You took forever," Chan drawls from the couch, already eating his way through a popcorn bucket.
"You're picking?" he scoffs, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "After the garbage you called 'cinema' last time?"
You snatch the remote before he can lunge for it. "You picked Twilight unironically last time."
Chan clutches his chest like you've wounded him. "Bella Swan is a cultural icon."
You scoff, scrolling through the options, ignoring Chan's dramatic sigh as he flops back against the cushions. His knee bumps yours, but you don't pull away.
"Fine," he huffs. "But if it's another pretentious indie film where people whisper for two hours, I'm revoking your movie privileges."
"Fine," you grumble back, scrolling past a dozen of said pretentious indie films with moody black and white thumbnails. "But only because I pity your attention span."
Chan's grin is immediate as he stretches an arm along the back of the couch, fingers brushing your shoulder.
"pick something with action," then wiggles his eyebrows, "Or nudity."
You elbow him hard in the ribs.
"Owâ," Chan wheezes, but he's laughing, catching your wrist before you can retreat. His fingers are warm and rough against your pulse point, thumb pressing into the flutter there. "Violent and kinky," he muses, tugging you closer until your shoulders press together. "I like it."
You yank your wrist free and snatch up the remote again, scrolling through titles.
Chan's laughter vibrates through the couch cushions as you land on something, anything, just to shut him up. The movie starts with a car chase, tires screeching, glass shattering. Perfect. Loud enough to distract whenever Chan shifts beside you.
"Action and nudity," Chan murmurs, nodding approvingly at the screen where some actor's shirt rips open during a fight scene. "You do know me."
You sink lower into the couch, arms crossed. "Shut up and watch."
The first ten minutes of the movie blur into a haze of gunfire and badly timed one-liners, the volume turned up just loud enough to drown out the way Chanâs fingers keep tracing idle patterns against your shoulder.
You focus resolutely on the screen, but Chanâs warmth beside you is impossible to ignore. His knee presses into yours, his bare arm brushing against yours every time he reaches for more popcorn, and each touch sends a jolt of electricity down your spine.
Then, during a lull in the action, Chan shifts beside you, his hand sliding from your shoulder to the back of your neck. His fingers curl gently into your hair, thumb brushing the sensitive skin behind your ear.
"Youâre not even watching," he mmurmur.
You swallow hard, refusing to look at him. "Am too."
Chan hums, unconvinced, his thumb stroking slow circles against your skin. "Liar."
His accusation hangs between you, thick and charged, and suddenly the movie feels like background noise.
His fingers tighten slightly in your hair, tipping your head back just enough that you have no choice but to meet his gaze.
His eyes are dark, thereâs no teasing smirk now, no playful glint â just hunger.
Your breath hitches audibly.
Chanâs thumb brushes the corner of your mouth, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell me to stop."
You donât.
His lips crash into yours before you can form a coherent thought, the remote clattering to the floor as your hands fist in his shirt.
Chan groans into your mouth, fingers tightening in your hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with so much desperation.
The movie drones on, but all you can feel is the way his hips jerk forward against yours as you press closer. His hands slide down to grip your waist, hauling you halfway into his lap without breaking the kissl.
"Youâve been driving me insane," Chan pants against your lips, one hand slipping under your shirt to trace the dip of your spine. "Watching me, pretending you werenâtâfuckâ" His words dissolve into a groan when you grind down against him, the hard line of his cock pressing insistently against your thigh.
He knows you know. he has all this time. The realization makes your eyes widen slightlyâbut it doesnât surprise you. Not really.
Not when Chanâs fingers tighten possessively around your hips, his teeth scraping your lower lip like heâs been waiting for this moment just as long as you have.
His palm slides up your ribcage, thumb brushing the underside of your breast through your thin tank top, and your breath stutters against his mouth.
Of course he knew. The cracked doors, the late night streams he timed too perfectly with your schedule. Those weren't just coincidences.
You pull back just enough to see his face, your eyes wide with the realization that just dawned on you.
his lips are swollen from your kisses, panting, âSurprise,â he rasps, voice wrecked.
Chanâs grip shifts, hauling you fully into his lap, and you gasp when his hardness presses against you. His chuckle vibrates through your chest as he rolls his hips up, slow and filthy. âThought youâd never crack,â he murmurs, lips grazing your jaw.
Your hands fist in his tank top, the fabric damp with sweat where it clings to his chest. âYouâassholeâ you pant, hips jerking against his involuntarily. âAll that teasingââ
Chan's grin widens "All what teasing?" he murmurs, pressing an open mouthed kisses to your neck. "You mean leaving my door open just a little too wide?"
His teeth scrape your skin, "Or maybe streaming at exactly the times I knew you'd be home?" His palm cups your breast through your shirt, thumb brushing over your nipple.
You gasp when he pinches lightly, hips jerking against his. "You're insane," you manage, though the words come out more breathless than angry.
Chan laughs against your throat, before his teeth sink into the tender skin just below your ear. Your nails dig into his shoulders as his hands slide down to grip your hips, guiding your movements as you grind against him. The friction is dizzying, the thin fabric of your shorts doing nothing to dull the heat of him pressed against you.
"Insane?" His breath is hot against your damp skin. "Baby, aren't the one who watched my streams every other night?" His fingers slip under the hem of your tank top, tracing the waistband of your shorts with maddening slowness.
You whine, the sound high and desperate in your throat, and nod before you can think better of it. The admission burns your cheeks, but the way Chan groans against your skin makes it worth it.
"yeah?" he rasps, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes.
Chanâs fingers flex against your waist, his breath hot against your lips. âEvery fucking time,â he admits, voice rough âIâd pretend it was your hand on me,â His thumb presses into the dip of your hipbone, âYour mouth.â His gaze drops to your parted lips, then back up, heavy lidded. âYou have no idea how many times I came thinking about you watching me.â
Chan exhales sharply, his nose brushing yours. âcancelled tonightâs stream,â he murmurs, lips grazing yours with every word. âwould rather beg you to fuck me instead.â His palm slides up your ribcage, fingers tracing the edge of your bra through your tank top.
âYou donât have to beg,â you murmur, lips brushing his as you swing your leg off his lap. Chan exhales sharply, hands gripping your waist tighter like heâs afraid youâll pull away entirely, but then youâre sliding to your knees between his legs, fingers hooking into the waistband of his joggers.
His breath catches when you tug them down just enough to free his cock, already hard and leaking against his stomach.
gosh he's even bigger than he looks on camera.
Chan's breath stutters when your fingers wrap around him, his hips jerking into your grip before he can stop himself. "Fuckâ" His voice cracks, a hand flying to fist in your hair as you stroke him slow, watching the way his eyelids flutter.
He's hot and heavy in your palm, already slick at the tip, and the way his thighs tense when you swipe your thumb over the head is obscene.
Chanâs fingers tighten in your hair when your lips brush the head of his cock, his breath stuttering out in a ragged groan. âFuckâfuckââ His hips jerk up instinctively, but you pull back just enough to tease, swirling your tongue over the tip without taking him deeper, and you canât resist glancing up through your lashes to watch his face twist with pleasure.
âSo loud,â you giggle, blowing a slow breath over the wetness youâve left behind. Chanâs thighs tense under your palms. âAll those streams,â you continue, stroking him lazily with one hand while the other traces the vein running along his length, âand you never moaned like this.â
Chanâs laugh comes out strained, his chest heaving. âit wasn't you,â he grits out, hips rolling up into your touch. His fingers tug at your hair, guiding you back to him with a quiet desperation that sends heat pooling low in your stomach. âNow stop teasingââ
You swallow him down before he can finish, humming around him just to feel the way his whole body jerks. His moan is filthy, unfiltered, his hips canting up into the wet heat of your mouth like he canât help it.
You take him deeper, throat working around him, and Chanâs fingers tighten in your hair, not guiding, just holding on for dear life.
âgodââ His voice cracks when you hollow your cheeks, tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock. His other hand fists the couch cushion beside his thigh, knuckles going white. âSo goodâshitâyou take me so fucking goodââ
You pull off with a slick pop, lips brushing the flushed tip as you peer up at him, teasing, thumb swiping over the bead of precome gathered there.
Chanâs chest heaves, his abs flexing as he stares down at you, His grip in your hair tightens just enough to sting â a silent warning â but you just grin and duck back down, sucking him deep until his thighs tremble.
Chan curses, his hips lifting off the couch as you bob your head, the wet sounds obscenely loud even with the movie still playing forgotten in the background.
âGonnaââ He's cut off by his own gasp, âGonna come if you keepââ
You pull off with a wet sound, lips slick and swollen, and replace your mouth with both hands, jerking him so fast his hips stutter off the couch, his breath coming in ragged, punched out gasps.
âWaitâfuckââ Chan chokes out, fingers scrambling at your shoulders, but itâs too late â his back arches off the cushions, muscles locking tight as he spills hot over your fingers and his own stomach.
His thighs shake under your palms, his cock twitching in your grip as you stroke him through it, slower now, milking every last drop until heâs whimpering and oversensitive, his hands weakly pushing at your wrists.
âTurn around,â Chan rasps, chest rising and falling rapidly. His fingers slide from your hair to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing your spit slick bottom lip. âWant you riding me.â
Your stomach flips at the command, but before you can move, Chanâs hands are gripping your waist, hauling you up onto the couch with surprising strength. He settles you over his lap in one smooth motion, your thighs bracketing his hips, and the sudden press of his bare skin against yours makes you gasp.
Chan groans, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he leans back to look at you, really look at you, his gaze dragging down your body with a hunger that makes your skin prickle.
he hooks a thumb into the waistband of your shorts and tugs, sliding them off, his breath hitching when he finds you already soaked through your panties.
"Fuck," he exhales, dragging the damp fabric aside with one finger, his touch featherlight as he traces your slit. His other hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you down until your foreheads touch, his breath mingling with yours. "You're so wet," he murmurs, voice rough with disbelief. "Just from sucking me off?"
You nod, hips canting into his touch shamelessly, his finger circles your clit âonce, twice, before dipping lower, sliding into you, crooking just right to make your back arch. His free hand fists in your tank top, dragging you closer until your chest presses against his, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the way your nipples harden against him.
His thumb pressing firm circles against your clit, and your vision whites out for a second â just long enough to miss the way his free hand fists in your tank top, yanking it up until the fabric bunches just above your chest. His mouth replaces his fingers, teeth scraping over your nipple through the lace of your bra, and you gasp, hips stuttering against his hand.
âThought about this,â he pants against your skin, his tongue lapping at the wet spot heâs left behind. âEvery goddamn streamâimagined you like this, wet and desperate for me.â His finger curls again, dragging a broken moan from your throat, and his grin is all teeth when he leans back to watch you unravel. âKnew youâd be prettier than I imagined.â
You grab his wrist, stilling his movements, and his brows furrow â confused, frustrated â until you swing your leg over him, straddling his lap properly this time. His cock, half hard again, twitches against your thigh as you grind down, the friction drawing a ragged groan from both of you.
Chanâs hands fly to your hips, guiding your movements as you rock against him, his breath hot against your collarbone.
âWanna feel you,â you murmur, fingers fumbling between you to grip him, slicking him up with your own arousal. Chanâs head falls back against the couch, his Adamâs apple bobbing as you line him up, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance.
You sink down onto him with a choked gasp, thighs trembling as he stretches you open inch by agonizing inch. Chanâs hands clamp around your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, but he doesnât rush you âjust watches as you take him deeper.
"Fuck," you whimper, nails scraping his shoulders when he bottoms out, your body shuddering at the unfamiliar stretch. "Youâreâgodâyouâre so bigâ"
Chan groans, hips twitching beneath you, fighting not to thrust up. "Yeah?" His voice is wrecked, breath hitching as you clench around him. "Feel good, baby? Stuffed full of me?" His fingers trail up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts while you adjust. "taking me so good."
You roll your hips experimentally, and Chanâs head thuds back against the couch, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallows hard. "Thatâs it," he rasps, hands sliding to grip your ass. "Use meâride me just like you imagined."
The words send heat flaring up your neck, but you canât deny them, canât stop the way your body responds, hips rolling in slow circles. Chan hisses between his teeth when you clench around him, his fingers flexing against your skin.
"Christâfuckâyouâre so tight," he grits out, eyes locked on where youâre joined. "Bet you thought about this every night, hmm? Watching me stroke my cock on cam while you fucked yourself on your fingers?"
You whimper, thighs quivering as you lift yourself halfway up before sinking back down, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. his breath stutters, his hips jerking up to meet you halfway, and the sudden shift punches a ragged moan from your throat. "Oh fuckâChanâ"
"Say it," he demands, thumb brushing your clit as you bounce in his lap. His voice is rough, wrecked, his pupils blown wide, "Tell me how much you thought about this, how many times you came imagining me inside you."
You gasp when he pinches your clit lightly, your rhythm faltering, "Everyâahâevery night," you admit, nails digging into his shoulders as you grind down harder. "Watched youâtouched myselfâgod, wanted youâ"
Chan groans, fingers tightening on your hips as he guides your movements, thrusting up to meet you. "Knew it," he pants, lips brushing yours with every ragged breath.
"Knew you were getting off to meâfuckâyour little gasps when Iâd look at the cameraâ" His hands slide up your sides, thumbs brushing your nipples through your bra. "Bet you came so pretty for me, huh? All quiet so I wouldnât hear?"
You nod frantically, hips stuttering as his cock hits that spot inside you, the pleasure building dangerously fast. "Y-yesâ*fuck*âChan, pleaseâ"
"Please what?" he murmurs, lips curling into a smirk even as his own breathing falters. He slows your movements deliberately, dragging you through each excruciatingly slow roll of your hips. "Need me to fuck you harder, baby?"
You whine, fingers tangling in his hair as you try to chase your own rhythm, but his grip on your hips is unrelenting. "Yesâgod, yesâ"
he flips you onto your stomach before you can finish begging, his hands rough and sure as he shoves your knees apart against the couch cushions. The fabric burns against your bare thighs when he yanks your hips back, his cock sliding out of you with a slick sound that makes your face burn.
You barely have time to whimper before his fingers dig into your waist, lifting you on all fours with a sharp tug â his chest presses hot against your back, his breath ragged in your ear as he lines himself up again.
he doesnât give you a second to adjust. He slams into you with one brutal thrust, punching the air from your lungs as your elbows buckle against the cushions. His cock stretches you open deeper than before, the angle hitting deeper, and you choke on a scream when his hips snap forward again, setting a punishing pace before you can catch your breath.
Hands clamp around your hips, fingers bruising as he drags you back onto him with every thrust. The couch creaks beneath you, the sound drowned out by chanâs ragged groans and the slick slap of skin on skin. His rhythm is merciless, no teasing now, just pure, desperate need as he fucks into you like heâs been starving for it.
Chan's grip on your hips shifts â one hand sliding up to fist in your hair, yanking your head back until your spine bows beautifully beneath him. "Fuck, look at you," he growls, his voice rough with something between awe and hunger as he takes in the sight of you spread out beneath him.
His fingers tighten, pulling just enough to make your scalp prickle, before his palm cracks down against your ass, the sound echoing through the room louder than the forgotten movie still playing in the background.
You gasp, thighs trembling as the heat blooms across your skin, but Chan doesnât give you a second to recover. His hips snap forward, driving into you with a force that has your nails scrabbling against the couch cushions for purchase. "Take it," he orders, voice wrecked, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "God, you feel so goodâclenching around me likeâ" His words dissolve into a groan as he picks up the pace, each thrust punching a ragged sound from your throat.
His free hand slides around your waist, pressing firm circles against your clit, and the dual sensation has your vision blurring at the edges. "Thatâs it," he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear as his rhythm falters for just a second, "Gonna make you come just like thisâspread out, taking me so wellâ"
His thumb presses harder against your clit, and your back arches involuntarily, a broken moan tearing from your lips as the pleasure crests suddenly, violently.
Chan curses, his grip tightening as you clench around him, your body shuddering through the waves of it. "Yeah, there you go, gonna cum for me?"
You nod vigorously, your fingers twisting into the couch cushions as Chanâs thrusts turn erratic, his breath ragged against your ear. "Cum with me," he rasps, and itâs all you need.
Your body clenches around him like a vice, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense your vision whites out for a second. Chan groans, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you with a broken gasp, his forehead dropping between your shoulder blades.
Chan pulls out slowly, hissing through his teeth when you clench around him reflexively, oversensitive.
The couch cushions are damp beneath your trembling thighs, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat as you collapse onto your stomach, chest heaving. Chan exhales sharply, running a hand down your spine, before flipping you onto your back, more gently this time.
The shift makes you wince, your body still thrumming with aftershocks, he slides off the couch onto his knees between your legs. His palms skate up your inner thighs, spreading them apart with slowly despite your weak protest. "Shh," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. "Just wanna taste you."
You squirm when his breath ghosts over your sensitive skin, but Chanâs grip tightens, holding you open. "Chanâ" His name comes out hoarse, your voice wrecked. "Iâmâahâtoo sensitiveâ"
Chanâs fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you open despite your squirming. His tongue flicks over your clit, just enough to make your hips jerk, oversensitive and trembling.
âYou can take it,â he murmurs against your skin, âYouâre a big girl, yeah?â His teeth graze your inner thigh, before his mouth closes over you again, and your back arches off the couch with a choked gasp.
You can take it. You do.
Every swipe of his tongue sends sparks shooting up your spine, your fingers twisting into his hair â not to pull him away, but to keep him right there, his mouth working you through the dizzying aftershocks of your orgasm.
Chan hums against you, the vibration making your toes curl, and his grip on your thighs tightens when you try to press them together instinctively. âNone of that,â he chides, nipping at your skin before dragging his tongue up your slit again, âJust let me have you.â
You whine, hips caving into his mouth despite the oversensitivity, the pleasure tipping into something almost painful, but you donât tell him to stop. Couldnât if you wanted to.
"so sweet," he groans against you, the words vibrating through your oversensitive nerves. His fingers dig into your hips, pinning you down when you try to squirm away from the intensity. "Noâ stay still."
You whimper, but obey, letting him spread you wider as his tongue delves deeper, circling your entrance before dragging back up in one long, torturous lick.
"Chanâpleaseâ" you gasp, but youâre not even sure what youâre begging for â him to stop or never, ever stop.
His response is to hook your leg over his shoulder, angling you deeper into his mouth, and then heâs sucking you in, his tongue working you with precision. You sob his name, your hips jerking uncontrollably as the pressure builds again, too soon, too muchâ
You choke out his name, fingers scrambbling at his shoulders, a desperate attempt to ground yourself, before your hips jerk violently against his mouth.
âChan, gonnaâoh godââ The warning spills out brokenly, your thighs clamp around his head as you come with a shuddering gasp, your back bowing off the couch as pleasure rips through you.
he groans against you, the vibration wringing another broken sound from your throat, he doesnât pull away, just laps at you greedily, his tongue dragging through the mess youâve made of him with slow strokes.
âFuck,â he rasps against your skin before pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. âYouâre perfect like this.â His thumb brushes your clit once, testing, and you jerk with a gasp, your body still thrumming with aftershocks.
Chan grins up at you, all dark eyes and swollen lips, before dragging his tongue up your slit one last time.
Chan rises from between your thighs with a groan, his lips slick and glistening with you, you realize with a jolt â before his mouth crashes into yours, the kiss filthy and possessive, his tongue licking into your mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair, sticky with sweat, and he moans into your mouth when you tug â sharp, just to feel him shudder.
You pull away eventually, both of you panting, sticky with sweat and other things, and collapse onto the couch in a tangle of limbs. Chan drags you half on top of him, your head resting against his chest where you can hear his heartbeat still racing beneath his skin.
His fingers trace idle patterns along your back, the movieâs credits roll, forgotten, casting flickering shadows across the ceiling.
You nuzzle into his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat slowing down, the rise and fall of his breath beneath your cheek. His skin is warm and slightly sticky, and you press a kiss to it without thinking, smiling when his fingers pause for a second before resuming their path along your spine.
"Quit staring," you murmur, tilting your head up just enough to catch him watching you with an expression that makes your stomach flip. soft, almost awed, Chan huffs a laugh, his thumb brushing your hipbone where heâd gripped hard enough to leave marks earlier.
"Canât help it," he admits, voice rough with exhaustion "Youâre kinda fucking gorgeous like this."
You snort, but your cheeks heat anyway, and Chanâs grin widens when he notices. He shifts beneath you, rolling just enough to tuck you more firmly against his side, his arm a solid weight across your waist.
The movement makes you wince, your thighs ache in a way thatâs equal parts delicious and punishing, and Chanâs fingers tighten reflexively, his smirk turning smug.
"Sorry," he lies, and you bite on his shoulder just to hear him yelp.
his yelp dissolves into laughter, his fingers digging into your sides as he squirms away from your teeth. âFuck, ow,â he complains, but his grin ruins the effect, âYou bite hardâshouldâve known youâd be a menace.â
You grin against his shoulder, pressing another kiss to the reddening mark you left behind. âPayback,â you murmur, tracing the outline with your tongue just to feel him shiver. Chan groans, his hips jerking reflexively beneath you, and you freeze when you feel him stirring against your thighâalready half hard again.
âSeriously?â you ask, incredulous, and Chan has the audacity to look proud, his smirk widening as he rolls his hips up against you.
âWhat?â he teases, voice dripping with false innocence. âCanât help itâyouâre right there, all warm and fucked outââ His hand slides down your back, fingers skimming the curve of your ass before squeezing lightly. âAnd you bit me. Thatâs basically foreplay.â
You press a hand to Chanâs chest when he tries to roll you beneath him again, your thighs still trembling from the last round. âShower,â you mumble, and Chan makes a wounded noise against your collarbone in protest.
âFive more minutes,â he tries, lips trailing up your neck like heâs trying to convince you with his mouth.
You laugh, breathless, and squirm out of his grip before he can distract you properly. âNoâshower,â you insist, swatting at his hands when they try to drag you back. âWeâre disgusting.â
Chan pouts â actually pouts, like this big hunk of a man didn't just fuck the daylights out of you â and flops back against the couch with a dramatic sigh. âFine,â he grumbles, but his eyes track your every movement as you stand, snickering when you wobble slightly on unsteady legs.
You stumble towards the bathroom, then you glance back at Chan, sprawled across the couch with his arms behind his head, watching you with that stupid, smug grin, and ask, "Whenâs your next stream again?"
his grin falters into confusion when your question registers. "Monday," he says automatically, his brows furrowing, "Why?"
You hum, "Just thinking," then you shrug, "maybe Iâll join you next time."
he's caught off guard when you leave him hanging and close the bathroom door behind you, "don't start something you can't finish!"