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Summary: Tonight is the day of the blood moon. A very rare and highly anticipated phenomenon that occurs around the world after several years. When the news broadcast a prediction of the moon being fully visible in Korea, the group invited me for a little fun night out to experience the event. However, this transpired into something more than a regular day and a ritual that sealed the deal.
Warnings: , Chasing, transformation sequences, body horror?, Han is unhinged, licking, non consensual touching, Hyunjin nearly grazes the reader (Just to scare her), Chan acting really creepy, Minho and Seungmin growling and hissing, Felix almost bites the reader, Blend of some comedy
Visuals of their demon forms are here
You shouldâve never looked back.
I ran as fast as my legs could take me.
Exhaustion wasnât an option in this case.
My legs were on fire from sprinting and it made my heart beat like war drum against my ribs as I sped through the dense forest. My mind was on haywire attempting to map out the different directions of where to run to next, where to hide, and how to escape from this madness.
But, there was one thing I do know.
When they all began to turn into those horrible beastly forms I felt a rush of adrenaline and chills running down my spine and thatâs when I knew fleeing was the only option.
The trees and foliage were casted with an ominous red glow from the moon.
It gave the forest a rather haunting and sinister appearance.
The blood moon.
I knew I just couldnât stop no matter how exhausted I was.
How could something like this happen? Just how?!
The thoughts running through my head were already overwhelming enough, but I couldn't stop now because I have to find a way to hide fromâŠ
Them..
My boys.
My most precious friends in the whole world that I always supported, needed, cheered for, cared for, loved.
It was supposed to be a fun day for all of us. But then out of nowhere, they began to change just like that?
Are they even the same anymore?
What even are they?
Weâre they like this the whole time?
Did they hide this?
It just doesn't make any sense at all! How could a natural phenomenon cause them to change just like that!?
Why?
What's going on?!
I made another sharp turn in the woods and thatâs when I heard the unmistakable sound of wings flapping.
It was getting closer and closer by the second. I then turned my head to glance behind me and saw a large bat-like figure approaching me from the skies.
The figure had large bat wings that stretched across his back, the membranes of the wings were a vibrant red while the skeleton was a midnight black that reflected embers in the dark. His arms and legs were covered in dense black fur streaked with red. He has metallic red claws at the ends of his fingers and toes that looked more than capable of tearing through flesh. He had two large black and red bat like ears on the top of his head, and a puff of red fur on his chest.
He looked like a creature that came straight out of a romantic horror novel.
However, the most distinguishing trait about him wasn't his wings, his claws, or his fur. It was his face, the face of one of the most fiercest dancers I know.
Hyunjin.
His eyes were glowing a bright scarlet red and he had a rather amused expression on his face. He grinned and revealed his sharp canines as I moved closer to me.
âHy-hyunjin!â
"There you are my beautiful muse. Tell me, why did you get so scared and ran from us after the dinner? You shouldn't have ran from the people that love you this much, it really hurts our feelings." He said those words in such a flirtatious tone coated in honey that made him chuckle in delight.
He swooped downward in a blur of black and red.
I screamed and moved forward as his talons raked the air where my shoulders have been.
You felt the wind of his near capture, heard his talons snap closed with a sound that belonged to metal.
It was as if he missed intentionally.
Hyunjin cackled and backed upward "Aww I almost had you!" He says in a sing-song voice, so sweet and mocking.
"Youâre making this so much more fun!"
He continued to glide behind me and backed away so that I could be at a further distance away from him.
I huffed with fear as I kept running and nearly stumbled on a tree root in the process.
Apart from deafening sound of hyunjin's wings, more sounds echoed deep into the forest.
I can hear distinctive sounds of laughter, growls, and hissing.
The others.
They were getting closer.
There's no time for me to rest.
I have to make my escape from them.
And yet...
Just a few moments ago, everything was normal.
~ (Many hours ago) ~
Heartfelt laughter and joyful giggles were heard outside.
It was night and we were having a fun dinner outside it was a small little outing that Chan and the others called the blood moon dinner since it was scheduled to appear today.
Felix sent an invite for me to join them at this dinner a few weeks ago and I just couldnât say no to him. Especially when he makes his world famous brownies!
Han and changbin yelled in excitement when Felix told everyone I was coming.
I was a staff member for Jyp headquarters and I helped with coordination, editing of the stray kids YouTube channel, and I assisted in managing the group during choreography. It's a pretty busy job and I get little too no free time with it. Luckily, I had nothing scheduled at jyp headquarters for a few days and some staff members filled in for me, so I get a mini vacation.
Yippie!
It may be an overwhelming job at times, but Iâd never change it for the world.
Me and Chris were childhood friends and grew up together in Australia. He took the role of being my big brother even though I was younger than him by 2 years, he always wanted to protect me.
We were both inseparable. When the day came were Chris wanted to pursue his dreams of becoming a musician, I knew I couldn't let him go alone like that and especially in the unforgiving world of the music industry.
So from that day forward me and him were trainees for jyp. I struggled quite a lot as a trainee and it didn't work out for me. However, because of that I was able to get a position as a staff member so that I could always check on Chris so he wouldn't feel alone. And that's when I met all the members one by one when Chan began to form stray kids.
I was wearing a cute purple sweater with a floral heart design on it. I also had on a black choker and two silver errands on with a heart shape. I also had on some skinny jeans with black sneakers.
The table was set up with so many delicious foods and snacks that made our mouths water.
Han was laughing hysterically at a joke Changbin said to Minho and this caused him to spit out some of the rice he was chewing on.
"Pffft what?!! What do you mean he purposely left his computer on for his girlfriend to see all that?!"
Changbin grinned and Seugmin shook his head from the story he told for the hundredth time.
" I told you me and Chan hyung were doing our usual workouts at the gym and then we heard this new guy talking with his friend about not being good in the bedroom. And then when he got home yesterday evening, he browsed on the computer looking for those fake ass penis enlargement pills and bought them from the web. Then when he took the pills, it gave him permanent erectile dysfunction!"
"Oh for God's sake!" I chuckled.
Although when I said that phrase, I failed to see the smirk Seungmin gave to Chan.
Jeongin and Felix snorted.
"Wait so it's like I'm gonna buy some weird pills off a sketchy website and act all shocked that it gave me a side effect!" Han said with a mocking voice and he banged the table.
" What in the world? Are men really that desperate these days?" I shook my head while laughing.
" Alright! Alright! This isn't an appropriate dinner time conversation you know? Youâre tainting the food with this story and our guest" Hyunjin eyed Changbin and he stuck his tongue out at him.
Changbin rolled his eyes â Oh please! Youâre acting like this is out of the ordinary when just last week you caught a random guy buying a dildo off a website in the coffee shop.â
Hyunjin groaned â Well itâs a public place after all so of course Iâm gonna be uncomfortable with it when I'm sitting down to relax after a long stressful day to unwind and have my americano.â He said while eating.
The others laughed and shook their heads at Hyunjin's usual pettiness.
I ate some of my salmon â Donât worry Hyunjin, I heard much worse stories at the headquarters and when I was in Australia.â
"Oh yeah? What kind (Y/n)? They can't be any worse than the stories these two stooges have" Hyunjin pointed at Changbin and Han.
Han gasped dramatically while Changbin made a face that read I know your not talking.
âWell there is one that's forever burned into my memory. It happened when me and Chris visited Australia a few years ago. Chris, do you remember that story of the guy that hoarded boxes full of-â
Bangchan then nearly spit out his chicken â No!! Donât finish that sentence!!â He slammed his hand on the table.
I laughed at his reaction.
â Wait! Boxes full of what?! I want to know!â Jeongin said curiously.
âYeah just tell us!â Han said as his cheeks were stuffed like a squirrel hoarding nuts for hibernation. Except this time it was full of vegetables.
Chan made an annoyed face at Hyunjin âUmm youâre the one that said this isnât an appropriate dinner time conversation Mr. Entitled Drama Queenâ he mocked him in his voice.
Gasps of oohs and chuckles echoed around the table.
â He got you good Jinnie!â Han exclaimed
Hyunjin smirked and playfully bundled a fist up at Chan.
â Your becoming more like Lee know every day Chrisâ I smirked and Felix gave me a high five.
" Ew! I hope not!" Chan said disgusted.
Lee know turned to him with that Asian mother stare that made Chan lower his head in shame.
" Yeah you better get his ass hyung!" Seungmin chuckled.
Everyone laughed at the scene
I looked at the sky and it was still cloudy.
I read the time on my phone and it was about 7:50 pm.
The blood was scheduled to appear at around 8:30 pm.
There's a lot of people making a huge deal out of this phenomenon online since it never occurred before in Korea and some were creating bizarre stories about it just for clicks and views.
If anything, it was just mass hysteria and nonsense at best.
âSo, how do you yâall think this whole blood moon phenomenon is gonna work out? I honestly canât wait for it since it's my first ever seeing one.â I asked them with curiously with a smile.
âWell I personally think itâs just going to show up and we all admire the beauty of it, then the next day everything is back to normal. I think people are over-analyzing a natural astronomical occurrence. However, that's only because an event like this hasn't happened in Korea for many years.â Minho explained to me.
"Yeah. People on social media are claiming the blood moon is an bad omen or a sign of change. A metamorphosis. "Changbin says as he looks at me directly.
The others were silent after he said that.
Felix narrowed his eyes at him and then Changbin blinked in understanding.
I tilted my head "Really? I've never heard of those meanings about the blood moon before. But I do know that it holds a spiritual significance in certain cultures and religions."
I stopped eating for a moment and explained the knowledge I knew to them further.
"Especially if it relates to the deep hidden layers of the human subconscious and how it intertwines with your hidden emotions."
Hanâs eyes gleamed at my words.
" In a more specific sense, It's basically a way of embracing your darkness."
This made everyoneâs eyes at the table widen and for a small moment no one exchanged words and just stared at you as if youâve given them an unintentional invitation to a seed thatâs ready to sprout itâs roots at any moment.
I noticed how silent they all got.
Well there goes the mood.
â Haha, i'm really sorry you guys. Here I am explaining the complexities of the spiritual significance of the blood moon and I ended up making the mood all sour .â
Chan turned to me and chuckled â Oh no donât worry (Y/n)! Itâs perfectly fine. Iâve never heard of the spiritual meanings of the blood moon before. Youâve always been knowledgeable when it came to things like that.â He smiled at me with a toothy grin.
I laughed at his comment.
âWell Iâm sure the moon is going to be a very beautiful sight and I canât wait to see it soon.â Hyunjin smiled while looking at me with hooded eyes.
I blushed when he said those words.
âOh? Are you feeling okay? your blushing (y/n).â Felix teased and poked my cheeks.
I giggled âDonât worry, Iâm fine.â
I got up âIâm gonna go and get some more water okay?â
âOkay but be back shortly because it might start soon!â Jeongin said.
âI will!â
As I went to the back door to retrieve some water, the group was silent once more.
Chan swallowed the rest of his food and then looked at the others around the table. Everyone else stopped what they were doing and looked directly at him.
He looked at their eyes and nodded as if they were anticipating for something thatâs about to occur.
Chan looked at the cloudy night sky and saw some clouds slowly moving to reveal the moon.
He grinned.
I then got a water bottle out from the fridge when I heard a loud voice.
"(Y/n)! Come on! It's about to start!"
"Coming felix!"
I then arrived back and closed the backdoor.
The group was waiting for me and we all looked at the sky.
The clouds had a faint reddish glow and when they moved, it finally revealed what we were all waiting for.
The blood moon was here in all it's glory.
Everyone was astonished by the sight.
"Woah!" Han says.
"It's gorgeous!" Hyunjin said.
"I've never seen anything like it" I said amazed at the moon.
We were all enamored by the beauty of the moon.
But that all changed when I began to hear some whimpering noises.
Jeongin put a hand to his head grunting in pain.
"Innie? are you okay?" I went up to him and put a hand on his back.
"I just feel like something is-ahh!" he fell to the ground from the pain and grunted from the intense headache.
"Jeongin!"
But then one by one, a chorus of pained gasped and groans where heard throughout the area.
Felix gasped and fell to the ground.
Changbin yelled from the sharp sensation running through his body and let out a low snarl.
Hyunjin let out a broken version of a whine and lost his balance.
Han groaned and and gritted his teeth from the burning sensation in his head.
Minho grunted lowly and arched his back as if he felt needles stabbing his body.
Seungmin groaned and put a hand to his chest.
And then, Chan shrieked and sucked in a sharp breathe through his teeth as he dropped to his knees.
"Guys!! What's the matter?! What's going on?! Are you all okay?!"
I was alarmed and panicked as everyone seemed to be in pain out of nowhere.
But then,
Just like that, their bodies began to change.
Felix eyes began to glow a bright red with black vertical slits as the pupils. His shirt and pants began to tear off and white iridescent patches of scales materialized on his arms and a few tiny ones were scattered on his face like glittering freckles. His legs began to fuse together and the lower part of his body become elongated and thick like a serpent's tail with pearly scales. His ears grew longer and elf like. Then his teeth became sharper like razor blades, his tongue grew longer and he flickered it hissing.
Seungmin rolled on the ground in pain and then he sprang up as fur began to grow on his limbs. Light brown fur streaked with sharp black markings grew on his arms and legs. His shoes grew as his feet began to expand into sturdy dog like paws with black pads at the bottom. Two light brown floppy dog ears grew on the top of his head along with two curved black ram like horns curling from both sides of his skull. His nails sharpened into long sturdy black claws that looked like it could dig someone's grave. He opened his eyes revealing a bright golden color, he snarled and made a biting motion like a starving hound.
Han dropped to the ground on all fours with a sharp cry. Black fur consumed his arms and legs, golden swirl markings began to from on his fur like lighting strikes mid air. His nails grew into long golden claws, fine and sharp. Two black squirrel like ears sprouted on the top of his head and flickered. A massive and fluffy black tail emerged from his lower back that was nearly half the size of his body, it also had golden swirl patterns on it. His canines were sharp and his eyes changed from a warm caramel brown to a harsh yellow.
Minho clenched his teeth as sleek and glossy black fur began to crawl on both of his limbs. The fur was accompanied by striped markings that glowed in a violet sheen. Two black cat ears grew on the top his head. His feet were reshaped into cat-like paws with shiny violet padding underneath, he flexed his toes and sharp purple claws unsheathed from them. A long black tail uncurled from his lower back accompanied with a large razor sharp moon shaped blade that glowed like a violet neon crescent. His nails grew into long sharp violet claws and he opened his pupils narrowed into perfect slits as his eyes shifted into a bright violet color.
Jeongin groaned from the ground as his hands sank into the grass. A blur of black, orange, and white fur swept over his arms and legs, his clothes teared from the seams. Two orange fox ears with black and white tips sprang upward from the top of his head. His hair changed from a midnight black to a fierce ginger. One tail sprouted from his lower back, than another and a few more until there were seven fox tails fanning out from behind him, they were all fluffy with white tips. Orange streaks appeared under his eyes like permanent mascara. His feet were also reshaped into canine-like paws.
Changbin panted and groaned as his skin began to erupt with patches of white scales edged with sharp black outlines trailed down his arms, legs, and back like armor plating. His hands ended with vicious pink claws. Pink spikes burst along his spine and it trailed downward on his back, glowing with heat. His feet reshaped into draconic-like feet with metallic pink talons. A long, thick dragon tail whipped appeared behind him and whipped once leaving a dent on the ground. His teeth sharpened into fangs that looked strong enough to break bones. He growled and his eyes glowed a molten pink.
Hyunjin gasped sharply as black fur streaked with red began to run down his arms. The nails on his fingers extended and shifted into a metallic red. He sat up from the ground and his legs became more muscular, black fur wrapped up his thighs and calves as it then ended in bat like feet with long dangerous red talons. Bat like ears rose from the top of his head pointing upward. He hunched his back and a loud crunching sound was heard, he screamed as two large bat wings exploded outward from his back spreading his wingspan. When he opened his eyes they gleamed like fresh blood in a dark room.
And finally.
Chan heaved on the ground, it felt like his entire body was being ripped apart from the inside. He clenched his teeth as they morphed into jagged fangs that were sharp enough to tear through flesh. His arms began shaking and thick black fur with light blue icicle markings grew on both of his arms which led to his hands morphing into werewolf like paws with icy blue claws on his fingertips. Both of his legs erupted with black fur trailing down to his feet which shifted into wolf paws with the same blue nails as his hands. A large black fluffy tail burst from the back of his pants. Then on his head wolf like ears grew on the top of it along with two dark blue horns. He opened his eyes which revealed a striking blue that glowed like a shining glacier.
Chan then looked towards the sky and howled like a real actual wolf ready to go on a hunt.
I was on the ground shaking in fear over what just occurred right in front of me.
However my time to be astounded was cut short once changbin took notice of my presence and peered straight at me with his hot pink eyes dilating into slits.
He roared at me.
Like literally.
He roared like a fearsome dragon that just spotted its prey which made me screech and fall on the ground in shock by his action.
This is when the others began to follow him and they all hissed, growled, and snarled at my direction.
Some of them grinning with their newly grown sharp fangs and licking their lips as if they just caught a delicious meal right in front of them.
Han crawled up to me on all fours with a terrifying grin that had too many teeth and almost bit my neck.
"Ahhh!!"
The action made me jump back and I began to run away from them and back into the penthouse.
Chan and the others began to follow me like a pack of hungry wolves ready to catch their prey.
~(End of flashback)~
I continued on with my escape through the forest.
My legs ached, my chest burned, and my throat was getting dry from the exhaustion.
I had to find a place to hide, atleast to regain my energy back.
I came across a large bush that looked taller than the others in the forest and I dropped down behind it.
I placed a hand on my chest and panted over and over. My heart was beating like I just ran a marathon across the world.
The small sounds in the forest at night wouldâve almost been peaceful if it wasnât for this unexpected twist of a day.
Up near the trees, sounds of branches and twigs breaking were heard from above.
A large figure with gleaming yellow eyes that could paralyze you from gazing at them moved at an inhumane speed from tree to tree.
His large fluffy tail emitted sparks as he moved through the foliage.
âOh princess! Câmon out now! You canât hide from us forever you know?â
Oh fuck itâs Han.
I ducked down lower behind the bush and pushed myself back so I couldnât be seen from him.
Han looked down and examined the place, he began to sniff the air like a squirrel trying to find a secret stash of food.
But he couldnât quite make out a peculiar scent.
Luckily he jumped past my area, with a huff.
I sighed in relief and remained behind the bush.
It felt like a while has passed and I couldnât hear them at all.
With the remaining courage left inside of me, I slowly got up from the bush and looked in front of me and saw nothing but trees and plants.
No glowing eyes peering from the trees.
No footsteps on the ground.
No heavy breathing.
Just nothing at all.
What?
I looked on both of my sides and they were nowhere to be found.
It felt almost wrong.
Too quiet.
But once I turned around to look behind me, my blood ran cold.
The figure that towered over me was none other than Felix.
His pearly white serpentine lower body gleamed under the rays of the blood moon. His eyes gleamed brightly like red rubies, and his slit pupils narrowed as he stared me down.
But the most terrifying feature of him was his wicked smile that held a playful edge to it.
âHi angelâ
I screamed and Felix opened his jaw to bite me, but I jumped out of the way in time and he chomped into the tree bark instead.
He spat a chunk of tree bark out of his mouth watched as I took off running once again.
He grinned and flicked his tongue out tasting my scent and fear.
âClever girlâ
He slithered away following my scent.
I took off with a burst of adrenaline. It seems I still havenât made my escape from them yet.
I kept running down a random path in the forest. Thatâs when I heard running noises on both of my left and right sides.
I could make out a figure with cat ears and purple eyes on the left and another with floppy dog ears and ram horns on the right.
Minho and Seungmin.
They both looked at me in amusement and smirked at each other.
âAw kitten you look like youâre getting so tired from all this running.â Minho purred while running on all fours like a panther.
âYeah. So why donât you take a break huh puppy?â Seungmin says with a mocking voice as he chases you trying to get closer.
âGuys! Please just stop this! Iâm not your prey or anything!â
âOh?â Minho grinned.
I gulped.
âWho said you ever were prey (Y/n)? Why would you even think of something like that? Unless you want to play hard to get with us.â
Seungmin growled and then made a far leap right in front of me which caused me to loose my balance.
I fell right down on my bottom.
I gasped as I felt two furry hands latch on to both of my arms behind me.
He put his lips near my ear and whispered in a low tone.
âIn fact kitten, why donât we let you get a good head-start? After-all your the one who decided to run away from us in the first place.â
He gave my ear a small lick which made me whimper from the warm sensation of his tongue.
His tail wrapped around the side of my waist, however I can't help but be unnerved by his sharp crescent shaped moon blade that could easily slice me up if he wanted too.
Seungmin chuckled âAlright kitty man thatâs enough, if you frighten her any more sheâll definitely faint from fear.â
Minho rolled his eyes at him but obeyed his words. He released me and wasn't surprised that I took off running like a rocket engine.
They both looked at me amused once more and grinned at each other.
I continued on with my escape and thatâs when I felt the forest getting slightly colder.
It was already chilly at night but this felt like an arctic breeze just swept through the air.
I didnât feel right and I donât like it one bit.
But then I heard a growl near the trees.
Oh no.
Did Seungmin and Minho already catch up to me?
And then the footsteps came, padding of pawed feet rumbled on the ground and a low growling noise that sounded similar to a wolf sent shivers down my spine.
The horned figure revealed himself from the woods and illuminated by the harsh red rays of the moon which made him look like a ceremonial beast.
Chris.
I was still for a second and moved back slowly, but I bumped into something hard from behind.
I turned around and shrieked.
It was both Changbin and Jeongin baring sinister smiles upon their faces.
âHey there little bunny.â
Changbin licked his lips at the sight of me.
âAre you finished with your little chase game now noona?.â
Jeongin fox ears flickered in curiosity and his eyes looked at me in what was both amusement and lust.
They both hooked their arms on both of my sides to prevent me from escaping. I tried to pry them off of me but their grips were far too strong.
"C'mon now. Don't be like this, your making it more difficult then it has to be"
I looked at Changbin in confusion.
"What? What are you talking about?!"
Chan walked towards us with slow footsteps. The markings on his black furred arms and legs glowed a light blue similar to glaciers in the tundra.
He stopped right in front of me and bent down to reach my level. His blue eyes held an intense but loving stare. He placed his clawed hand carefully on my left cheek and rubbed it softly.
The gesture made me confused and when he slowly smiled it made feel even more uneasy.
Chan then got up and howled loudly like an alpha wolf calling his pack.
When he finished, the faint echos of paws padding the ground, a large body slithering on the grass, the flapping of wings, and the sound of a large form leaping at the trees where getting closer.
Then eventually the rest of the group arrived from Chan's howl that worked like a navigation system in finding a location easily.
Hyunjin was the first to arrive. His wings carried him throughout the air and he dived down to land on the ground. His eyes lit up and he grinned once he saw me "About time you gave in. I was about to carry you all by myself muse."
Felix emerged from the left side of the trees and slithered up right beside hyunjin, his tongue flickered out tasting my fear.
" Your really fast you know angel? You surprised me when I was playing with you" He grinned.
Hyunjin laughed softly at his statement.
Both Minho and Seungmin arrived together and they both stopped in front of me with smirks decorating their faces.
"Uh oh. It looks like your escape plan didn't go the way wanted it too huh (Y/n)?"
Seungmin chuckled lowly and wagged his tail at the sight of me being manhandled.
"We even gave you a good head-start and that wasn't enough for you? Poor kitten." Minho purred and flicked his right ear.
Why are they talking to me like this? It's almost like their mocking me for running from them.
But who wouldn't?
And finally the last one to arrive was non other than Han.
Well if it even was him anymore.
He ran down the tree like a real squirrel that had far too much energy with a grinning expression on his face. He then jumped from a branch and landed right in front of me and the others.
"You really thought that you could escape from us that easily? Back at the trees I already picked up your scent you know. I just wanted to test you and see how far you would make it out of the forest."
Han walked up closer to me and his tail moved with every step.
"But it looks like your not leaving anytime soon sweetheart" He said that with the widest grin Iâve ever seen him make.
The crazed look in his eyes made me feel nervous as I trembled in the grips of changbin and Jeongin.
Chan, who did not utter one word finally began to speak.
âAh youâre shaking. Thereâs no need to be so scared right now (Y/n).â
I stuttered â Ch-Chan I..I donât understand whatâs going on here?â
He grinned.
âOh donât worry youâll know very soon enoughâ
He turned to Felix.
âFelix?â
Felix then slithered up to me which made changbin and Jeongin release me.
He then coiled his body around me which made me whimper and squirm in his hold.
âNow now, relax youâre going to be okayâ He said in a gentle tone and he held my chin up.
I looked into his eyes and they glowed a deep red.
After that I was completely knocked out.
The last thing I felt was being carried by someone.
~
Note: Stay tuned for part 2 because itâs gonna get spicy from here đ
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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.
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