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Offense: causing disruptions on campus by being outrageously loud, bringing speakers to the gym to force everyone to listen to his 'self-made' music(nobody asked him to), treating facilities such as the gym as a personal space, offered unprovoked coaching to other students, having zero fucking filter

Disciplinary action taken: tie him up while forcing him to listen to his own moans as you push his fat cock between your tits

—

The clock ticks 3 57 p.m.

He should've been here by 3 p.m sharp.

You close personal meetings after 4 p.m. So, where the hell is this guy?

You sigh, checking your screen a constant since the past hour. Your boss will get angry if those issues persist and those people do nothing but create problems. Well, you wouldn't have a job if it wasn't for them.

"Seo Changbin," you click onto the microphone. Last resort measures, spreading your voice across these hallways is embarrassing enough. "Come to my office now. This is your last warning."

Shortly after, your door opens with no warning knock or anything. Rude. Changbin trudges inside as if this is a street fair. You stare at him, absolutely baffled by the lack of courtesy while, he, munches on the rest of a protein bar.

"You called?" he asks, barely paying you any close attention.

You lick your lips, perplexed. "I suppose I did."

"Why?"

Why???

Lord, gift you patience.

You huff, blinking at him. "Are you aware of the number of complaints that came in on your name this week?"

He nods, a brief acknowledgement, too busy trying to read what's written on your shelves to care. "I guess, what did I do?"

"These boys..." you mutter, nose scrunching in utter disappointment. "Where to start? First, you've been obnoxiously loud on campus, bothering and disrupting the academic environment."

"For real?" he replies, pulling the chair in front of you with a sharp screech, plopping down on it.

"Second, have you been forcing other students to listen to your uhm... listen to your 'songs'?" you aren't sure about this one, he doesn't give off musician type.

"Oh? Yeah yeah! I have, do you want to listen too?" he chirps, glancing at you this time.

"I don't think so," you put your hand up, halting him from picking his phone. "The list goes on, Mr. Seo–"

"Wait wait," he blurts out. "Mr Seo?" he repeats, lifting his brows. "Save the formalities Yn-ah, there's no need."

Yn-ah.

"Yn-ah?" you mutter, face contorting to a grimace. Your fingers twitch on your papers, taking a ragged breath. "Do you think my office is a joke?"

He swats his hand up, brushing off your seeping anger. "Would you prefer Yn-ssi? Where'd you work before this? Kindergarten? Wait no, don't tell me— grade school?!"

This won't do.

You close your eyes, breathe in and visualize yourself on a holiday.

The beach, the gentle waves crashing by, reminding you of the peace life is able to bring you. In the distance, you hear a soft rhythm. It inches closer, the sound getting louder.

Louder. It's louder.

Kind of like an erupting volcano...

"To be honest it's not like I wanted to shout at the guy— but his position was all wrong so I couldn't help myself but be like, YAH! WHAT'RE YOU DOING?!?!?! You get me? Are you listening??? Yn?" he claps his hands before you, a centimeter away from your face and you snap back to your unfortunate reality.

A forced smile tugs at your lips, exhaling through your nose. "Changbin."

"Hm?"

"Show me that music of yours."

—

"Is this your idea of listening to my music?" he asks, perking a brow as you tie his wrists above his head, perched on his thick thighs.

"Hmhm," you hum, balancing yourself with a hand on his chest. You can tell he's trying to keep it cool, play the oblivious unbothered guy but his breathing is heavier, eyes plastered on your chest right in his face.

He tugs at the 'rope' (it's a ribbon. There was nothing else). "I could break free from that..."

"Try it and see what will happen," you reply, sliding your palms up and down his body. Leg pressed against his fattening cock, you feel him pitifully throb underneath you.

He smiles, forcing a laugh out. "I like the sound of that!"

"You do?" you say, staring at him. "Want me to ruin that loud mouth of yours, forcing you to keep shut until I'm done with you?"

He flushes, eyes gaping as he hadn't expected such lewd words to leave the conduct officer's mouth. Still, he nods.

You press a hand to his cheek that he leans into, "You're so eager, binnie. You must've been waiting for this, did Seungmin snitch?"

"I- I don't know what you mean..." he mumbles out, taking hold of your wrist to guide it towards his aching erection. "Come on, yn-ah. Please?"

You lightly slap his hand off you, clicking your tongue and his expression contorts to a dramatically pained one.

How could you deny him like that.

Poor, poor binnie.

"Behave," you remind him. Parting his thighs; dropping to your knees between the accommodated space. A shiver runs down his spine, sitting deeper into the couch — offering himself to you. He's kind of cute, in a funny way. You're not sure why you were mad in the first place.

Your button comes undone, hearing his keen pants every time you show more skin. Sliding your blouse off your shoulders, you let it fall to the ground. Unclasping your bra, the sight of your exposed breasts has him groaning, his ears beaming red.

You roll his zipper down, freeing him with a lack of grace. To be honest, you might want this more than you intended. Licking your lips, you wrap your hand around him, smearing the wetness coating it all over the length. He makes a strangled noise, eyes closing momentarily from the warm softness of your fingers gliding up and down his heavy cock.

"Spit," you instruct, showing him your hand and he does. Reluctant at first but quick to follow your order as his saliva dribbles down your palm. Smearing the liquid across your tits, his lips part, a heavy sigh pausing midway only to contort into a grunt as you push his cock between your squeezed tits.

"God–" he blurts out, hips jerking forward to meet your movements halfway. However, you halt him with a scowl, pinching the muscles of his thigh hard enough to have him jolt.

"I don't want to hear a word from you, understood?" you ask.

"But I can't—"

"Yes. Yes you can and you're going to keep it down for me, aren't you binnie?"

He shudders, lips pressing into a thin line before nodding. Such a cutie, you can't help but grin.

Your tongue darts out, catching the tip in tiny licks while gliding him in jerking motions using the space between your breasts. He bites his lip, perhaps drawing blood with his strength though he couldn't give more of a fuck. This is so good, feels so good. You're so sexy, he wishes he could yell his thoughts at the top of his lungs without facing the consequences.

Or maybe the consequences are exactly what he needs. Feels more like a reward than a punishment. Whatever he did wrong, he'll have to do it again.

"Ah... ah–" he whines out in small breaths, trying to keep his voice on the low the best he can and you reward him by taking him in the mouth. Humming at the salty taste of skin and bitter precum, the muffled sound travels up his stomach in vibrations of pleasure. "So warm... shit. Won't be able to last long—" he tries to whisper although his voice unwillingly raises on the last sentence. He clasps his lips shut before you have the chance to punish him for it, apologetic eyes passing onto the 'sorrys' for his loud mouth. Not even realizing that he snapped the ribbons tying his wrist until your shoulders shake into a light chuckle, assuming that you were making fun of him instead.

He's a pretty funny sight though. All big and flushed, letting you have your way with him because thats his deserved consequences.

He grips the cushions, blunt nails scraping at the leather, throat rumbling with muffled moans. You bring him out, saliva coating your lips and the tip as you press your thumb to the underside. "Close?"

"Yes!" he replies. This time, you don't scold him for it. Instead, swallowing him inside with newfound vigor; your sheer excitement has his thighs begging to close — or part, he can't tell anything apart except for the sweet bliss that coils in his stomach. A mantra of silent pleads escaping his chest until his hand finds the back of your head, gripping down in desperation, keeping you in place, nose hitting his stomach from how deeply inside he is as hot cum floods your throat, decorated by a loud moan from him.

He breathes out, looking down at you with a fucked out expression. A glimpse of a smile break on his face.

Definitely doing this again.

—

repeating offenders : bangchan lee know(#2) changbin(#3) hyunjin han felix seungmin(#1) i.n

Offense: sleeping in restricted areas, entering and leaving building through emergency exits, eating in no-eating areas, bringing stray cats on campus, giving you those big-blank eyes as if you were the crazy one for calling out his 'banal' offenses.

Disciplinary action taken: edge him while he recites what rules he's specifically broken until his cool facade breaks

—

A knock on your door and your assistant mumbles something incoherent to someone on the other side, catching your attention without looking away from your papers, "Come in."

The door opens and two figures slide inside. "Name?"

"Lee Minho."

The name and the voice cracks a nerve just above your nape, a headache occuring before you even address the guy properly. "Let me guess," you say, sighing. "You brought stray cats on campus?"

"Would. But not this time," he replies.

"Security caught you using emergency exits?"

"Not today, he didn't see me."

You raise a brow, lifting your eyes from the documents in your hand. "Ate during lectures?"

He shrugs, "You know me. Still no."

"Then what'd you do?" your tone carries an edge, patience running thin along with your questions.

"Slept in the library after closing hours."

You groan, slumping against your chair.

Should've anticipated this one.

"Why would you do that?"

He shrugs again, staring at you with those 'it's obvious isn't it' eyes that you can just tell what he's about to tell you. "Because I was tired and wanted to sleep. They claim that the library is opened 24/7 on the school website which not true." He breathes in, smacking his lips before that infuriating tiny smirk appears. "Isn't this like— a scam, ma'am?"

"Lee Minho," you exhale through your nose. Deep, grounding and relaxed. Relax, yn. "Are you serious?"

His smirk widens, shrugging again.

Your eyes twitch.

"As serious as it gets."

"Minho-ah..." a voice interrupts on your left, reminding you that you aren't alone with him.

Yet.

"Chan," you call to your assistant's gentle coaxing. He winces under your stare, falling back into silence. "Leave us for a minute, won't you? Go take a break and enjoy yourself."

"But–"

"Go."

He nods, grabbing his belongings before making his way out. Clicking the door shut until the man in front of you is your only company.

"So," you begin. "You don't think you've done anything wrong because... it's a scam?"

"You sure know me well," he replies, egging you on.

"Okay," you nod. Just once. "All right."

"Huh?" he voices, slightly confused by your lack of reaction. "Is that all?"

You hum and he glances at the door.

"Can I leave now?"

"No. You aren't leaving until you figure what you've been doing wrong for the past few weeks."

He scoffs, disbelief washing over him. "That's not how it works, I'm not a kid."

"You sure aren't. That's why we'll be doing things my way from now on."

—

"Move, please." his tone is stuck between trying to order around and a beg, as if he couldn't choose which side to pick with your pussy sliding all over his aching cock, stopping right before he starts to twitch.

He tries to grind upwards but you clamp down on him, hips locking him in place until he's a breathy mess falling back onto your office's couch. "Tell me, have you been breaking very obvious rules on campus?"

"I won't call it breaking–" he replies but it quickly morphs into a broken sound with how the tip nudges against your clit. His shirt is ridden up, leaking precum across his stomach. "Must– must you do that?"

You hum, nail digging into his cheek. "Want me to stop, again?" you ask, smiling wide as he shakes his head left and right, his mouth agape into ragged pants.

"Don't stop. Never." he replies, face scrunching as you do exactly that.

"That's too bad," you coo. "Maybe if you actually listened to me, then I'd listen to you. You know, basic respect between adults?" you state the obvious, mimicking his tone from earlier and he nearly cries, holding onto the last bits of dignity and pride left in him.

He never cries, he definitely wouldn't for you...

But then you take hold of him and tease his way inside — he can't help the airy sob that flies from his parted lips. "Ma'am, this ain't funny–"

"You say? I find it quite amusing." you reply, rolling your hips in circular motions until he's trembling. "Come on, show me that smirk of yours."

His brows pin further at your words. Your fingers moving to pinch his cheek and force his lips into a poor attempt of a grin. You can tell he ain't finding shit funny from the grip on your waist. However, it's quick to waver each time you give him a bit more than the last, self control crumbling along with his resolve. "You're much cuter like this, you know?"

His face reddens, shame kicking in although he has no time to dwell on it as you slide out again. Robbing him from his orgasm again. As many times as he shrugged earlier, because you kept count. "Oh? Are those tears I see?" you call out, thumb brushing the corner of his eye with a wicked smile. He shakes his head, you chuckle out. "Sweet Minho, are you crying for me?"

"Stop–" he begs.

"That's what I'm doing," your hand brushes his neck and he shudders underneath you. Never having anticipated such wickedness from you. "I don't think stopping is what you want me to do though, isn't that right...?"

He nods, violently. "Please, just go on. I'm sorry–"

There it is.

"For?"

How cruel you are.

"Breaking the rules, shit– mgh," he whines as you apply some more pressure on him. "Won't do it again, please."

You smile. Sill not enough, you're just beginning to have your fun. "What rules have you broken, enlighten me."

"Are you serious?" Desperate.

"As serious as it gets." Merciless.

The throwback has him actually crying this time. You brush the hair from his face, treating him like an animal you have to calm. Has he ever been more turned on? This is insane.

"For sleeping in the library after closing hours..." he mumbles.

"And?"

A beat passes. He can't even look above, shame dominating his senses. "Bringing stray animals in, eating during lectures... entering through emergency exits and– and staying in restricted areas." His words come off as weak and pathetic.

"I wasn't aware of the last one," you remark and he panics, immediately gripping you closer in fear that'd bring further punishment. "Aww, don't worry. I'm proud of you for admitting, but... will you do it again?"

"No!"

"Good, good boy." you whisper, movements resuming and he falls backwards with a small moan, cocking throbbing heavily. His eyes are plastered on yours despite the humiliation, learning new things about himself everyday.

He snifles, unable to hold his reactions in the faster you hump your cunt against him, the wet glides drawing him closer and closer. Legs barely able to keep up, they hold a tremor that tells you that the coil is tensing beyond limit. Gripping you from above your clothes, he bites onto his cheek as warmth spurts from his length, cumming all over his stomach with a heavy sigh.

"Learned your lesson?" you say between the silent pants. Satisfied from the reaction that he gives you in return, though, you're sure that you'll find him in your office by next week itself.

—

repeating offenders : bangchan lee know(#2) changbin hyunjin han felix seungmin(#1) i.n

In office for: interrupting lectures, initiating crowd distraction, witty and snarky remarks done to lecturers, acting like a little bitch (not on report. personal experience speaking.)

Solution: brat taming

—

You thought that being promoted from a high school disciplinary officer to a university Student Conduct Officer would lessen the stress on your shoulders and the dark circles beneath your eyes.

It made perfect sense. University students were adults. Adults were supposed to be responsible, mature, and well-mannered.

Alas, you were wrong.

It was as though not a single one of them had ever formed a thought that didn't revolve around their own shenanigans. Talking over lecturers, entering restricted areas, misusing university facilities(the gym. you know who you are), littering, filming in the hallways and blocking pathways by attracting a crowd (specific. the target, again, knows who he is), improper use of university property, repeated negligence, and finally general tomfoolery.

You believe you haven't had a peaceful day ever since you stepped foot in here and eight random men decided to ruin your life as a civil servant. The first offender standing right in front of you.

"You again," you mutter, a palm sliding across your forehead in growing frustration. "What did you do this time?"

He clears his voice, preparing for a speech that you're sick of hearing. "Do you want the full story or a résumé?"

"Kim Seungmin," you frown, recognising the edge of sarcasm in his tone.

"Mr. Kim," he corrects. "It's impolite to address someone by their name like that, Miss."

Seriously, you wish you could be calling somebody's parent right now.

"What? It's basic etiquette." he shrugs, big eyes staring at you. "Miss yn."

You scoff, finger tapping against your desk. "Mr. Kim?"

"Hm?"

"I think that you should worry yourself of the PILE of complaints that keeps coming, all mentioning your name." Your emphasis on 'pile' curls his lips into a tiny, amused, smile — unable to hide the pick of his eyebrows and shakened kept-laughter. You sound so cute, all upset and everything that he can't help but tug at your nerves.

"Really? Are you guys planning to put it on the campus newspaper? I'd like the sound of that – 'the conduct officer can't do her job properly, offenders continue to repeat their offenses.'"

"Mr. Kim!" your palm slaps over the wooden surface, leaning forward.

Just a little more.

"I have a question." he asks, you don't reply but he continues. "Are you always this angry?"

A brink further.

"Is it because you come from a high school? You can't put me into detention–" his breath wavers on the word 'detention', shoulders rigid from trying not to laugh. "Or call my parents because you know that I'm an adult, right?"

You stand up, your chair screeching behind you. "Adult? You?"

You're on the edge.

He gulps.

"Yes, I'm twenty five." he replies, lifting his chin in defiance. "And you, Miss? I have to say, all those mad-dog wrinkles make you look old. Do you want skincare advi–"

"Shut the fuck up," you grit out, fists balling in the collar of his shirt. He's about to reply, lips parting for a sneaky comment about how you aren't allowed to hurt him — but his eyes land on your heated ones and the words die in his throat.

"You want me to treat you like a functioning adult?" you ask, a huff leaving with the sentence. Chest heaving in ragged pants from the sheer irritation traveling throughout your limbs to the fingers pulling at his collar. "Are you deserving of that?"

"I–" his face flushes, a heat creeping from his neck painting his ears red. "Ma'am..." it slips out and you both pause, confusion replacing your anger for a second, an idea kicking in.

You smile, not the flashing kind. "Fine then," nodding, you let him go and he stumbles briefly. "I'll treat you like a proper adult, if thats how you'll understand." patting the dust off his collar, you fix it for him and he blinks, mouth agape as you sit back down on your chair, lighting your laptop.

Your leg slides over your knee, your sudden calmness leaving him perplexed. "My office, six p.m sharp. Don't make me wait."

—

What he hadn't expected for your six p.m sharp rendezvous was that you'd be bouncing on his leaking cock for hours to end.

"F-fuck," he can't even think straight, head spinning and incoherent after his first two orgasms. It hurts and you aren't stopping!

"Ah! Wait– wait, slow down!" he whines, fingers digging underneath your shirt, nails marking crescents on the skin. "Shit, shit. Too much–" he tries to warn you, palms running over your back, tugging and hooking at the strap of your bra as warmth floods your inside. His cock somehow releasing so much after cumming this many times.

You pause for a second, giving him the idea of a break only to rob it from him with a slow grind on his pelvis. "Come on Mr. Kim, I haven't orgasmed once. Isn't it your job, as a functioning adult to be able to pleasure a woman? I'm not quite seeing that right now..." your tone is condescending, rolling your hips on him enough to throw his head back with a thud, mouth agape into a whine.

You're driving him nuts. Pussy tight and warm, his cum oozing out and dribbling on his length. "Please, a break—" you hush him, index pressing against his wet lips.

"You sound adorable when you're just whimpers and whines. Where did the Seungmin from earlier go, is he still in here?" you ask, knocking at his skull with your knuckles.

"The Seungmin from earlier wasn't balls deep in yo—" he begins but you're quick to shut him up by clenching around him, voice cracking into a slurred noise. "I'm sorry," he mumbles, facing planting on the swell of your breasts.

"Hm? What'd you say?" you question even though you heard it. It's his fourth sorry since you got him down on this couch. You wonder how many you could pull out of him. "Tell me," you order, yanking his head back by the hair. He winces, neck exposed to your mistreatment.

Your hips lift, jumping on his already-hardened cock and genuine tears form at his eyes, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, so sorry! Won't do it again–"

"You won't?" you ask, grinning in a way that has him throbbing. "You sure look like would though."

That might be the truth, because he's drooling all over your thumb the second it breaches his mouth. Sucking and lapping onto your skin with little to no hesitation. Insane how these guys only think with their dick? Promise of pussy and suddenly they're obedient.

"Come on then, give me one more."

He sobs despite the small jerks of his hips towards you. "Mr. Kim, I know you that got it in you after running that smart mouth of yours for so long. Make me cum at least once, won't you?"

He nods, falling back onto the cushions to grab your waist properly. Positioning you on top of him, his legs tremble but he thrusts upwards. Desperate, vulgar and unethical. Fucking your offenders might be the solution if they get this pliant and putty as soon as your hands land on them.

The angle finally has him hitting your sweet spot, your palms laying flat on the backrest as he pounds you from under the best he can — wanting you to be proud of him. Fuck, how did it even get to this? He sure is glad though, after working you up on every chances he's got. This is hell of a jackpot. He'll do it again, that's for sure if you punish him in this way once more. "Ma'am, ma'am–" he blabbers, drunk on the sight of you on top of him. your heavy lidded eyes meet him, he wants to kiss you badly but you've refused him on each try.

Immature boys don't deserve no kisses.

Will he be a mature one if he you cum on his cock?

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing quick circles on the bud. Applying just enough pressure to punch a moan from your chest, relief washing over him as you become louder by the seconds. Pathetically pulling you closer, pushing in so deep that he refuses to draw back at all, kicking in eratic shallow thrusts under he's nudging at that spot inside of you with his tip only.

Your breath quickens, eyes falling shut to the sensation in your legs, playing with his hair at the back of his head until he's unraveling you completely. cunt squeezing him tightly till he's also sputtering watery cum within your walls. Both of you falling into a seamless silence before he throws in a stupid fucked-out smile.

He's definitely telling the others about this.

—

repeating offenders : bangchan lee know changbin hyunjin han felix seungmin i.n

Hyunjin is the type of guy to call you late night, aware that he hasn't been able to meet you often lately because of your clashing schedules. just thirty minutes, he needs at least thirty minutes of your time.

Hyunjin is the type of guy whose voice is sluggish, every word sounding like an almost groan from how tired his body aches. still, it doesn't stop him from asking you about your day, keeping the conversation innocent as long as he can until his cock starts to throb in his sweats at the melody of your voice.

Hyunjin is the type of guy to turn a ten minutes call into you parting your legs for him, camera focused on the mirror in front of your bed, putting on a show by spreading your pussy open with two fingers.

Hyunjin is the type of guy to throw his head flat against the pillow from the sight alone, a moan escaping his bitten lips. "spread them a little wider for me, doll. hm, just like that– fuck."

Hyunjin is the type of guy to shove his fist into his sweats, palming his already fat cock with a heavy hand. letting his sighs and gasps blur with yours, lazy eyes fixed on your fingers rubbing small circles on your clit. coaxing dirty spews from him when you stick your fingers inside, but they aren't enough. the pleasure never matching the one he brings you.

fortunately, Hyunjin is the type of guy to guide you through it.

"s-shit, pretty. put one inside, just one. like that, yeahh." he'll say, cock fully out and leaking in his hand. thumb pressing the underside, a moan chokes out of his throat as you follow his order. your pout the cutest when you're hit with that uncomfortable drag within your walls. "patience, listen to my voice–"

Hyunjin is the type of guy to revel in how frustrated you quickly become. muttering about how easy it is for him and that your fingers don't do it for you anymore! he just spoiled you beyond limit, now you can't cum without his help, less able to even spark an ounce of pleasure through your body. tears brimming when his light laughter echoes through your speaker. "do you want to try something else then?"

Hyunjin is the type of guy to have you ride your pillow. finally, finally drawing those cute moans and whines from your chest as your clit desperately hump the edge of the cushion. nails digging into the mattress while he controls your pace, telling you exactly how better it'd feel if it was his cock hitting all your softest spots instead. tip proding at your cervix with each thrusts, his thumb gliding across your clit until you shake and beg for him to slow down even when you're on top.

Hyunjin is the type of guy to moan into the phone like a porn star. you look so desperate, so keen to face your impending orgasm. he can tell from how you tremble, thighs closing around the pillow like a vice, eyes squeeze shut with pants flying from your parted lips. he's got the perfect view, he could paint it later.

Hyunjin is the type of guy to be able to tell the exact moment you convulse and lose yourself. squeezing his cock in tight-quick jerks, he comes undone all over his stomach. face flushed, his lashes flutter from the lingering tingles in his limbs. voice ragged, he smiles. "we should do this more often, yeah?"

—

other member ver: bangchan lee know changbin hyunjin han felix seungmin i.n

han x deaf!reader fic, smau (f,a). part 1

You saved my life.

Four simple words, Jisung's heard it a few times by now. However, the weight of it remains constant.

Even when he couldn't hear your voice.

He was confused that day, having acted rather rudely if he had to be honest. He just couldn't understand, his brain too immature to fully comprehend the meaning behind your strange gestures. Perhaps he realised late — too late.

It's been what? Five, seven years?

The memory stuck. He barely remembers that fan-event except for your face. The sparkle in your expression as you communicated your truest feelings to such a dumb boy. Surely, he'd recognised you anywhere regardless of the time that went on.

So, he knows that his senses wouldn’t be wrong and that it's really you standing on a bus stop in Busan. A soft breeze flows through your scarf, holding the strap of your bag closer as if it’d  fight against the biting weather. You await for a transport that you probably already missed.

His fingers twitch on his sides, blinking once and twice, making sure you aren't a product of his imagination. The product of endless nights where he dreamt of meeting you again to apologise, and then, maybe ask you how he had exactly saved your life. The question is insensitive, but he dwelled on it for so long — what is music to a deaf person?

What is his music to you?

He steps closer. You don't react, you can't hear the thud of his shoes against the ground. Staring ahead, your lashes flutter underneath a swoosh of air, breathing out with a huff. “Uhm, hi–” he blurts out, quickly acknowledging how stupid he's being right now. He chooses to pat your shoulder instead, a perplexed crease adorning his normally-perfect face. He smiles awkwardly at your gaping eyes, staring at him with slightly parted lips.

He waves hi. You blink, glancing around for anyone else. No one — he's addressing you. Still, you point at yourself and he nods. “Hello,” he mouths, briefly squeezing his eyes shut trying to remember something important. His hands lift, hesitant and clumsy — shaping something, talking a language that you understand. “Do you… remember me?”

Your lips press, standing as a deer caught in a headlight.

He mumbles something, a sigh escaping his mouth. “Is this how you do it…? Man I swear I've been practicing–” he whispers to himself in frustration from your lack of response. Shaking his head, he looks at you again with deeper resolve. “Hey? We know each other. It's you, right?” His desperation speaks volume in his gestures, ears flushing in light embarrassment.

You nod, tentative palm sliding upwards to greet him back, taken aback by his sudden actions. There's no one else nearby, not even personnel. It's just him.

And you.

“Ah, good then.” he replies, fist tapping his palm. “Actually, this might seem strange but there’s something… that I wanted to tell you.”

Your skeptical expression flusters him, the flush creeping up his neck intensifying. “First– well, that day… you remember, fan-meet?” he begins, lips moving in a stutter that you try to read. He stops, sucking the inside of his cheeks in. Everything that he wanted to say — the secret practicing sessions for a ‘just in case’ you happened to cross paths again — all of that and he didn’t think of learning how to apologise. He curses, rubbing his temples in self-disappoint while you stand in confusion.

“Wait! Wait, wait. I got this.” Jisung mutters, pocketing his phone out to type something in. “Okay so,” he says, setting the device down the public bench. He brings a hand to his chest, closing it loosely to rub small, gentle, circles against the center of his chest. “For that day. I was rude, I apologise.”

“Oh,” you mouth or noise, you’re not sure but your fingers click. Lips curling into a smile, tapping your flat palm against your chest.

“It’s okay,” he breathes out, feeling embarrassingly giddy. He picks his phone, typing in to show you the screen.

Are you going somewhere?

Yes.

You point at his phone, watching him hand it to you with foolish trust.

“I’m… going home,” he reads above your shoulder, his breath ghosting over your neck. His lips pry open, probably with an attempt to ask for some of your time; only for a soft rumble to arrive from the distance. You look in the direction, feeling a tremor where your hand rests against a metal bar.

You type in. “My bus. I have to go.”

“Wait no,” he replies, though you can’t hear the whine in his voice. You aren’t even looking at him, attention spanned to the approaching vehicle. It stops right in front of you and you turn to face him. Finally, waving him off with a closed fist with a smile that reaches your eyes. “Goodluck,” is the gesture you give him before disappearing from his eyesight once again.

He exhales, shoulders dropping in chagrin.

He couldn’t ask you, the question continuing to dwell on his mind.

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STRAY KIDS BOXING AU TEASER - minsungchan x f!manager!reader

"My creed, it keeps me breathing,,

GENRE: romance, thriller, smut

SYNOPSIS: Born a boxing fan from the very first match you witnessed with your father; his enthusiasm back then was enough to plant a seed of admiration for the sport in your heart. Carrying the same passion for years, you decided to dedicate your life to the art when the gym you worked in suddenly decided to shut down due to debt. Hopeless for a new job, you refused to quit the industry hence surprisingly finding yourself in your favourite champions' gym. What happens when you notice a strange, domestic, tension between the three? When they decide to pull you in their dynamic and certain debt-collectors start to make their apparitions from underground?

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boxing can be explained in a simple game of rock, paper and scissors.

FIGHTER 1: CHRISTOPHER CHAHN BAHNG

RING NAME: BANG CHAN AGE: 28 STYLE: SLUGGER (STONE) CATEGORY: SUPER-MIDDLEWEIGHT (MALE) STANCE: ORTHODOX

BANG CHAN is described as an immovable object, physically massive in his division. He is the leader and owner of his gym, known as a 'tank' in the industry. He walks his opponents down, first underestimated as a slugger-rookie but the title was quickly proven wrong as he showed that his brute force and high conditioning were more than enough to tear his opponents apart.

FIGHTER 2: LEE MINHO

RING NAME: LEE KNOW AGE: 27 STYLE: OUT-BOXER (PAPER) CATEGORY: MIDDLEWEIGHT (MALE) STANCE: SOUTHPAW (?)

LEE KNOW is a tactical fighter, known for his swift movements and out-of-this-world reflexes. He drags the fight to his whims, tiring his opponent with agile footwork before knocking them down with his personal favourite. Lee know is brain first, brawls second - a fighter's nightmare. Rumors has it that he's actually a switcher pretending to stand on southpaw.

FIGHTER 3: HAN JISUNG

RING NAME: HAN

AGE: 25

STYLE: IN-PUNCHER (SCISSORS)

CATEGORY: MIDDLEWEIGHT (MALE)

STANCE: ORTHODOX

HAN is a rookie climbing his way up to the pros grounds. He is an in-puncher and popular ace in the industry for mastering by far the riskiest and most off-rhythm boxing style. His potential remains immense as height and reach advantages of his opponents are useless when on the same ring as him. Although, where he aces in skills, his racing mind might cause fluctuations in his progress.

A boxer-puncher (all-rounder)

By wrapping stone with paper, paper becomes a solid object capable of breaking scissors. Hidden underneath the paper, the stone might hold more secrets than it appears in plain sight.

Changbin is the type of guy to confuse you because you can't quite recall how your position switched this drastically.

Changbin is the type of guy to allow you control the pace at first, sitting you on top of him, allowing you to plant kisses all over his skin as he takes in breathless gasps.

Changbin is the type of guy to let you mistake this for having the uppderhand. finding delight in the smirk that decorates your face as you cruelly tease him. your warm hand slowly jerks him off, stopping before he cums; letting him twitch painfully from the lack of contact — just to mock his sulking expression? how could you do this to your sweet and gentle boyfriend?

Changbin is the type of guy to flip you over effortlessly once he tires from your wicked antics. shutting you up with a rough kiss, his hands slides your clothes off without much care to the fabric possibly tearing under his urgency.

Changbin is the type of guy to lightly tap your clit the second you run that smart mouth of yours, choosing to instead slap the nub when you don't realise that he's telling you to quiet down.

Changbin is the type of guy to never scream or shout at you in anger, just mimicking the smile you gave him earlier with soothing kisses to your neck and shoulder. "be good," is all he says, fingers gathering the slit pooling at your lips. it drools past your thighs, embarrassed, his shift in behaviour got you soaked.

Changbin is the type of guy to spread your pussy for him to see, keeping your legs firmly open with an overwhelming grip. he relishes in how goosebumps ride on your skin, pressing the tip of his finger to your entrance. "ah, ah. patience baby," he'll tut as you get restless, hips lifting towards him. "look at your mess, haven't touched you properly yet. you like when i take over?"

Changbin is the type of guy to thrust two thick fingers in with the bitter words that flies out of your mouth. "you just love being bratty, don't you? my bratty girl, i love you so." he'll murmur against your ear, nibbling at the sensitive spot underneath. however, his actions speak far from love. setting a relentless pace from the start, his fingers don't give you the opportunity to adjust, immediately probing at your softest parts.

Changbin is the type of guy to neglect your clit at first. you've been mean to him, so why should he be good to someone like you? he'll leave marks across your flesh, wet tongue sucking warmly on your titties, switching sides every now and then to nip and pinch at the buds.

Changbin is the type of guy to sweetly coo at you as your frustrated tears start to spill. the sound of your sniffles hardly muffled despite your attempts at biting your lips. cradling your jaw with his palm, offering you affection which you quickly reject, meek hands slapping against his chest.

Changbin is the type of guy to shake his head in disappointment. though, you're so cute like this, he can't stay mad for long.

Changbin is the type of guy to grab both of your arms to pin above your head, ending your endless squirming with his strength. finally indulging in your spoiled tantrums, his thumb lays on your clit — applying enough pressure to coax a relieved exhale from you.

Changbin is the type of guy to pick his thrusts back up. pressing your parted lips against his just to feel you breathe and moan inside his mouth while he abuses you with pleasure. smiling into your lips as your thighs start to shake, threatening to close with every glide of his thumb across your clit.

Changbin is the type of guy to hit all your sensitive areas, releasing his grip from your wrists to press a heavy palm on your tummy, kicking a wave of euphoria straight to your guts and spinning head. the pressure more than enough to leave you a wet and trembling mess, spoiling the sheets underneath you with your overflowing orgasm. barely catching your breath before he pecks the corner of your mouth, a comforting touch holding you at the hips. "give me one more."

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other member ver: bangchan lee know changbin hyunjin han felix seungmin i.n

Jeongin is the type to guy to arrive home welcomed by the sound of the running shower. knocking once, twice. he doesn't bother for a third time, slipping inside the bathroom when you don't shoo him away.

Jeongin is the type of guy to make eye contact with that smile of his as he slides his jacket off, cap following suit on the handle.

Jeongin is the type of guy whose vision rakes over you as he steps inside the shower, being hit with the hot vapour engulfing your bodies.

Jeongin is the type of guy to take his time with you. squeezing soap onto his palms, his big hands glide down your arms without much resistance.

Jeongin is the type of guy to turn you around, your chest flat against the glass as he spreads soap onto your back. traveling lower and lower until he's closer to you, his breathes fan onto your skin, an arm wrapping itself around your waist.

Jeongin is the type of guy to let you feel his hard-on, cheekily pressing himself against you from behind. he kisses your nape with a smile, guiding himself to your slit. "you're so wet, i could just slip inside."

Jeongin is the type of guy to relieve in how you push your hips towards him with a breathless whine, your ragged breathing fogging the glass wall. indulging in his lack of self control, he feeds your greedy cunt the tip.

Jeongin is the type of guy to groan into the dip of your shoulder, palm flat on your stomach just to feel himself moving inside of you. taking in your writhing from the burning sensation, pleasure overriding your senses.

Jeongin is the type of guy to fail to handle things slowly after the first few minutes, ending up choosing a desperate pace. enjoying the sight of you colliding deeper into the hard surface with every slap of hips. the sensation of his ridges and veins sliding inside your soft walls too much to bear.

Jeongin is the type of guy whose voice gets louder, cracking, as he gets closer and closer to his peak. his hand snakes between your shaking legs, fingertips dancing circles on your sensitive clit. you shudder, nails digging cresecents inside your palms.

Jeongin is the type of guy to beg you to cum with him, that you're both right there and that you should let go for him. biting your neck, leaving a print as you convulse around him. gripping him so hard that he can't help but sputter his fill with a whine.

Jeongin is the type of guy to pleasure in how his cum dribbles out of you, drooling to your trembling knees only to get washed up by the running water. tsking under his breath, he squeezes your hips. "this won't do... let's do it again." god.

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other member ver: bangchan lee know changbin hyunjin han felix seungmin i.n

STRAY KIDS BOXING AU TEASER - minchan x f!manager!reader

"My creed, it keeps me breathing,,

GENRE: romance, thriller, smut

SYNOPSIS: Born a boxing fan from the very first match you witnessed with your father; his enthusiasm back then was enough to plant a seed of admiration for the sport in your heart. Carrying the same passion for years, you decided to dedicate your life to the art when the gym you worked in suddenly decided to shut down due to debt. Hopeless for a new job, you refused to quit the industry hence surprisingly finding yourself in your favourite champions' gym. What happens when you notice a strange, domestic, tension between the two? When they decide to pull you in their dynamic and certain debt-collectors start to make their apparitions from underground?

boxing can be explained in a simple game of rock, paper and scissors.

FIGHTER 1: CHRISTOPHER CHAHN BAHNG

RING NAME: BANG CHAN AGE: 28 STYLE: SLUGGER (STONE) CATEGORY: SUPER-MIDDLEWEIGHT (MALE) STANCE: ORTHODOX

BANG CHAN is described as an immovable object, physically massive in his division. He is the leader and owner of his gym, known as a 'tank' in the industry. He walks his opponents down, first underestimated as a slugger-rookie but the title was quickly proven wrong as he showed that his brute force and high conditioning were more than enough to tear his opponents apart.

FIGHTER 2: LEE MINHO

RING NAME: LEE KNOW AGE: 27 STYLE: OUT-BOXER (PAPER) CATEGORY: MIDDLEWEIGHT (MALE) STANCE: SOUTHPAW (?)

LEE KNOW is a tactical fighter, known for his swift movements and out-of-this-world reflexes. He drags the fight to his whims, tiring his opponent with agile footwork before knocking them down with his personal favourite. Lee know is brain first, brawls second - a fighter's nightmare. Rumors has it that he's actually a switcher pretending to stand on southpaw.

In-fighter (scissors) - Boxer-puncher (all-rounder)

By wrapping stone with paper, paper becomes a solid object capable of breaking scissors. Hidden underneath the paper, the stone might hold more secrets than it appears in plain sight.

Seungmin is the type of guy to invite you to the recording studio out of sincere 'boredom'. he has to record his lines and it's only him, 3racha and some staff in — it's not like he misses you or anything.

Seungmin is the type of guy to fix you as you peek inside, sheepishly greeting the staff and apologising for disturbing the session. his eyes keep track on you despite the glass-wall separating the two of you, already wishing that you could come to his side instead of taking a seat onto the personnel's couch.

Seungmin is the type of guy to give you those big, puppy, eyes during the entire session. idly swinging his arms, he'll drag the recording on purpose just so that everyone gets tired and postpone the rest for tomorrow.

Seungmin is the type of guy to not even attempt to hide his amusement as everyone begins to leave one by one. chan throws the keys at him, telling him to close up when he's done. you're still here, it's just you and him now.

Seungmin is the type of guy to ask you to come to his side, hand motioning in his direction. watching the door click shut behind you, approaching him. "want to try?"

Seungmin is the type of guy whose 'trying' results in him dropping to his knees in front of you, one leg thrown over his broad shoulder to keep balance as he buries his face into your cunt. "hm, look at how wet you are. were you thinking about this?" truthfully — he was. it's obvious that he was.

Seungmin is the type of guy to rejoice at the sound of your moans being loud and clear inside of the recording booth, each sighs and gasps echoing against the walls deliciously. his heart is racing, he didn't even lock the front door, knowing that any of the members could walk in right now, or worse — a staff. but the risk is what makes the overall experience more exciting.

Seungmin is the type of guy to run his teeth softly across your bud or folds just to feel you jolt above him, indulging in the painful pleasure before soothing it with a wet kiss. tongue falling out to tease at your entrance.

Seungmin is the type of guy to pull away the second you're about to reach your high, turning to suck at the swell of your thighs instead. blatant in his mocking with how he laughs at your coiling expression.

Seungmin is the type of guy to finally give you a chance as your fingers rush into his hair, a harsh tug that burns at his scalp. feels so good to have you desperately grind against his face, basically riding your clit on the curve of his nose.

Seungmin is the type of guy to moan at your sudden pace, tongue rolled out for you to use at your pleasure. flat as your folds glide over it, pussy throbbing with a threat of cumming.

Seungmin is the type of guy to smile wide as you gush around him, arousal wetting his mouth and chin. cleaning you up at his own accord until you're pushing him off from sheer overstimulation.

Seungmin is the type of guy to get turned on when a knock thuds against the door, a voice asking if there's anyone inside. a palm lays over your mouth, urging you to keep it down as his other hand slides between your thighs. once again, he's not done with you yet.

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other member ver: bangchan lee know changbin hyunjin han felix seungmin i.n

Minho is the type of guy to pull you onto his laps the moment he gets home from practice, well used to how fast it takes for you to fold whenever he grabs your wrist and jerks you towards him.

Minho is the type of guy to start with a quick kiss. hand sliding to cradle your jaw, pushing the hair away from your face before going for another kiss. slower this time, letting it linger.

Minho is the type of guy to press his lips against the corner of your mouth, your jaw, and then your neck. teeth nipping and sucking at your sweetest spots.

Minho is the type of guy to chuckle against your skin as your breathing gets uneven, soft whines parting from your lips with every contact on your sensitive skin.

Minho is the type of guy to lay two strong palms flat on your rear, grounding you down fully on him. on his laps, pussy right above his aching cock.

Minho is the type of guy to guide you on him. moving your hips at a torturous pace, slow, almost non existent just to feel you squirm and whine in his hold.

Minho is the type of guy to grin at your desperation, but in reality, he's as pathetic for you. painfully leaking in his boxers, he needs the friction just as much as you do, if it wasn't for his pretense.

Minho is the type of guy to roll your hips on him after a given time, his grip maneuvering you exactly how he knows you both like it. his praises get shakier by the seconds, falling slump against the couch to let you do your thing at some point.

Minho is the type of guy whose lips curl the messier your grinds turn. watching you pitifully try to chase your high despite the barrier of your clothes. somehow, the rustle of clothes feel dirtier than anything else.

Minho is the type of guy to tease you when your face contorts to one of pleasure, pussy throbbing inside your panties. whispering and murmuring things like, "you gon cum like this, jagi? by humping me like some pillow?" while knowing damn well that he's close too with how his fingers tighten on your flesh.

Minho is the type of guy to roll his hips with yours from under, cock thrusting into your clothed folds shamelessly, bumping with your clit on every movement. the two of you a desperate tangle of limbs hoping for something euphoric.

Minho is the type of guy whose voice breaks further the closer he gets. turning to your mouth in an attempt at muffling his loud whines. pushing his tongue against yours, his saliva mixes with yours, escaping and dripping at the corners of your mouth.

Minho is the type of guy who frowns as he comes undone, brows pinching above his tightly shut eyes. feeling the front of his pants soak up, quickly followed by your own. the sound of ragged breathing echoing past the corners of the living room, staring at each other with a dumb smile.

Minho is the type of guy to flip your positions, laying you flat on the cushions to kiss you down your neck to your collarbone. smiling at the chuckles that leaves your chest, he climbs back up to your face, pecking your lips as he undoes his belt with a click. "let's do it properly now, hm?"

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other member ver: bangchan lee know changbin hyunjin han felix seungmin i.n