🌺Eternity🌺

so, rightfully, the eight boys started to develop some serious kind of… fixation on you.

channie and hyunjin are first place here, obviously. chan more, so hyunjin is a second place, maybe. but both of them because they got you taken away from them when they needed more, you took yourself away from them.

but chan remembers how you cried out when he pulled your ass open. and hyunjin… has just been extra pissy. little immature brat, that’s what he is.

third is felix. you see, felix has been into porn for years. like we can even say a light addiction. he’s also chronically online as fuck. he’s seen everything, a good example is the ankha zone video back in the day(jerked off to it more than once), hardcore stuff, soft stuff, he’s been exposed to most of it, has seen every category, every fetish, every little scenario you can imagine. his brain is working dumb from years of dopamine highs.

and now, now he has a real, living, breathing, pretty workplace crush who apparently sucks dick great.

not a good combination.

psychologically, especially. porn addiction already desensitizes the reward system, normal sex doesn’t hit the same anymore. but then you show up, sweet, helpful, competent, and suddenly the fantasy comes into reality. his brain starts mashing the two together. you handing him water becomes “what if she dropped to her knees right here?” you bending over to pick something up becomes “what if i grabbed her hips and…” he’s stuck in this loop where every innocent interaction gets filtered through thousands of hours of porn. it’s making him stupid. making him horny. dumb. a boy.

he’s got a weird fixation on staff hoodies now because of you. keeps imagining you on your knees in the hoodie you own, you riding him while still wearing it, you letting him cum on your face after a long day and some getting on the hoodie.

you do catch the fact that he’s kind of different because of this, different around and about human bodies, when someone mentions his religion, but you just got to the conclusion of him being a little on the spectrum about interaction maybe or he got bad influence from somewhere. no idea that it’s about addiction, that it’s about porn.

during one long break he’s sitting in the corner scrolling on his phone, his headphone on pretty head, but when you walk past he looks up. his eyes go over your body, undressing you with them. there’s this not quite here look in his eyes for a tiny bit before he blinks it away and gives you that usual beautiful smile that just charms everyone when he sees that you came to interact with him.

you hand him something he asked for earlier. you get a “thanks, y/n.” you notice the way his hand tightens on his phone. don’t know though that it’s because he’s fighting the urge to palm himself right there.

porn brain + real girl he wants = a fucking mindfuck for such a guy like him. his brain does not rest on the topic, it’s all you on your knees, you bent over, you taking multiple of them(such a favorite of his), all these he’s conditioned himself to crave. but now with you. all of these next to the brutal stress, of course.

the rest of them aren’t much better, they’re just less online about it. they’re all just boys.

fourth would be jeongin. he heard you and chan that night, after all. he looks up at chan too, at hyunjin. plus you’re hot. mix this together and you get jeongin wanting some of you like now. his dumb little brain needs it, and that dumb little brain controls the body, which just feels, works crazy because of you now.

then changbin, maybe. first he thought about himself as not brave enough for this whole thing, but then… but then fuck’s sake, he’s a grown ass man. a grown ass man with money, talent, a career, brutal sized arms, and what genuinely gets every woman off their feet, a fucking nice car. so now with that confidence he sometimes gains, his mind is easier to set on the thought of you. now he’s thinking about you aaaaaall day, such a babe, like has his elbow on the table and his pretty chin in his hand zoning out typa thinking about you all day.(chan is shouting at him to pay attention)

han can try and maybe relieve that tension in himself with being physical. that’s his best solution for this. keeps hugging you longer, gives you goodmorning and bye y/n hugs, pressing his body on yours, smelling your hair. like specifically smelling your hair, the creep. he feels like you’re the cure to his stress(since you helped the others) and now he wants to actually get to it. if you made it better for chan(chan did tell the boys lots about it, they’re really honest with each other) and hyunjin(same here, these boys overshare when not waiting until their roommate is away to get his dick sucked by the girl that said roommate also wants, khm hyunjin khm). he especially really needs the release you can give them, he’s not feeling particularly well these days, that only you can give them.

seungmin has jacked it to you double digits times now, acts like nothing’s up the next day. he’s actually good at it. well, all of them are, they were trained to hide themselves, to hide the realness. so he hides his aching, obsessive sexual want towards you, like nothing is up with him, like him and felix are not talking basically only about you when they’re home. like yeah everything’s fine he’s not obsessed with the idea of you getting him off, nooo, pfft.

minho’s the last on this list but only because he’s the most intelligent of them. so, like, he still needs you, bad, but he’s more of a man, doesn’t roll around in his bed and giggle at home like some(han, felix, changbin) do about you, his little fixation is actually the most active, most torturing when you’re actually in front of him. but then, it’s bad.

they’re all just boys at the end of the day. we already talked about this in the first part, biology. testosterone. dopamine. vasopressin. evolution. what you have signals good mate material. same drill we’re already over, great ass good for birthing, soft tits good for feeding, warm mouth that doesn’t complain(any man’s dream), bla bla bla. add the insane pressure they live under, no privacy, constant performance, zero release, it’s only natural, normal, that one(1) good blowjob turns into this whole blow up in their little circle.

and you have the knowledge of exactly how chan felt grinding against your soaked pussy and how hyunjin moaned when he came down your throat. it’s almost an equal power situation, they have power over you, and you also have power over them, both in different ways. they’re technically more powerful than you, but if you wanted to seduce(which you never intended, they became attracted on their own), you’d have them wrapped around your pinky in a move. well, you already kinda have them like that, but there’s a significant difference between you having intention to do this and not.

they can act mature and calm all day, they can be flawless for the cameras, but the second their brains register this girl lets us cum, they’re just losers, it’s years of suppressed sexual frustration and sudden access to a willing mouth. like sudden access. if this happened a little slower, maybe they would have themselves together a little better, maybe they would be more cool headed. but they’re not, because this happened fast, and that also turns them so on.

you’re in the middle of eating in your bed at 10:47pm when your phone buzzes. it’s jeongin. you just have him saved as in. almost was boss in, but you didn’t feel that funny that day.

in: hey y/n

in: sorry for texting so late

in: can u help me with something? it’s about banking stuff and transferring money. u always handle everything so well so i thought maybe u could explain it to me? i’m kinda lost lol

you stare at the message, food pouring out of your mouth, basically. it’s a lame excuse and you both know it.

you: sure i’ll come over quick.

same night, later now, you’re standing outside jeongin and chan’s dorm again. hm, the great memories here.

it’ll be quick. professional. just like the other times. help the boy with his “banking stuff” and go home.

jeongin opens the door looking nervous as fuck. he’s in a black hoodie and gray sweatpants, not because he’s calm like that, it’s because he knows that women find it hot, he wants to look good, he’s this simple with technique, hair messy. he’d been running his hands through it.

“thanks for coming.” he mumbles, not meeting your eyes at first, stepping aside quickly, eyes more on your body now that you’re dressed more casually. looks good on you. “sorry it’s so late.”

“hm, it’s fine.”

“uh, chan’s not home. yet. he’s working late.”

you know. he sent you home himself.

it’s tidier now than last time. you don’t know which of them’s hand was in it but whatever, you kind of know it’s because of you. so the place will look good in your eyes.

you walk in, he closes the door behind you. it’s new, that it’s just you and jeongin. you never had this place like that yet.

he gives an awkward little “uh” sound, gestures with one hand with the other pin straight next to him, then walks towards his room so you’ll follow him. you do.

in there he tells you to “uh, sit down.” waving towards his bed. okay.

you sit on the edge of it, looking up at him. he stays standing for a second, shifting on his feet, then he sits down next to you, hands clasped in his lap.

“so… about the banking thing.” you start gently.

“i lied.”

“hm?”

he rubs the back of his neck, typical boy thing to do. “i… i heard you. with chan.”

oh.

that’s immediately different.

your stomach does a little flip. this is just an apartment, not a castle. of course. you’d completely forgotten how easily sound travels in these places.

“i woke up to get water and… i heard you. both of you.” he needs to get it out before he dies of shame. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to listen. the walls are so thin and i… i couldn’t stop listening. i don’t know. yeah. sorry. i don’t know.”

you sit there for a second, processing. then you do what you do best, you turn into the nice one. the caretaker. reach over and gently put your hand on his knee. “hey… it’s okay. really. did it upset you? be honest.”

he shakes his head. “no. not upset. just… surprised. fuck, i’m sorry. this is so weird. you probably think i’m a creep. i’m sorry.”

you squeeze his knee gently, smiling a little. “i don’t think you’re a creep. it’s normal to feel a lot of things about that. are you mad at chan? or at me?”

“not mad at all.” he says quickly, looking at you, eyes wide. well, wide compared to how his eyes usually are. “i just… i don’t know. he didn’t tell us about that. he told us about when you… first… did it for him, but not about this.” he moans, covers his face with both hands. “god i sound so stupid right now.”

he’s so fucking hot. you remember how good he looked that one night in just boxers, little sleepy, way more casual than how he is now.

you rub his knee soothingly. “you don’t sound stupid. it’s okay. really. if you’re curious about what happened, then almost nothing more than the… ‘first’ time he told you guys about.” you still didn’t simply forget that he told them. fucker. “there was… shit, this is weird to say, little more physicality, but no… actual sex if you’re thinking that. calm down.”

he peeks at you through his fingers, so red. “you’re so nice. you always are. that’s part of the… problem.” talking bout some problem, he really just can’t get it out what he wants to say, that’s why he talks so… cringe would be the right word? no, well it doesn’t feel like that at the moment, but he’s gonna be wanting to sink into the ground from embarrassment the next day though.

“what’s the other part?” but you’re good at playing along, at moving at the same level they are when it’s needed. like you get second hand embarrassment from felix so many times but still have the chemistry with him.

he lowers his hands slowly, biting his bottom lip, muttering “that i really want what chan got. sorry.”

now he looks embarrassed and relieved to have said it out loud. his eyes keep going to your mouth, then away, he can’t help it.

good fucking thing you shaved this morning. you’d done it in the shower with this exact possibility in the back of your mind. so, not because you’re a hopeless slut, but because you’re selfaware enough to know that with this situation going on between the nine of you, at least one more was probably going to try his luck soon. so you were practical. responsible, even.

“if you want, i can help you too. that’s okay.”

“yeah?”

“yeah. and, y’know, this isn’t emotional. none of this is an emotional thing, i’m just… helping. same as with chan. same as with hyunjin. i don’t mind. that’s it.”

he nods quickly, he’s gorgeous. that’s the right word for this man, gorgeous. “yeah. yeah, i get it. just helping. i’m okay with that. really. yeah. yeah. yeah.”

“so like, don’t overthink. this is as casual as me giving you guys water. as casual as a cat on the street. as a shirt, as a recording, as a condom, as a—“

you’re saying more, mature, but he’s not listening anymore. he stopped when you said condom, did he hear that right? condom? thinking she’s already thinking that far?

“o-oh! yeah— condom, right— fuck, okay—” he fumbles across the bed, like a fucking baby deer on ice the fucking loser, nearly falling off as he yanks open his bedside drawer. digs through it fast, loud, and finally yanks out a foil packet. he throws it onto the bed, then practically jumps back into his original spot, chest heaving.

there we go. the condom is out in the open.

“relax, innie.” you chuckle. you’re breathtaking. you’re such a great woman, fuck.

he nods again. then, after a few seconds of nervous silence “um… eh, uh, can i… eat you out first?”

oh?

(of course he wants to. selfish at his core. he doesn’t just want to make you feel good, he wants to bury his face in your pussy, taste it, smell it, lick it. the only way it’s about your pleasure is his ego being built by making a woman feel good.)

“yeah, okay.”

his pretty mouth drops. he closes it. swallows. “uh… can i… move you? is that fine?” he asks. “i promise i’ll be gentle.”

you nod.

he gets up on his knees, hands shaky. he gently takes your waist and helps guide you further onto the bed.

“um… can you get on your knees for me? please?”

you do. you move onto all fours.

he makes a little “nhh” sound behind you. likes this, clearly. then he puts a hand on your upper back and gently pushes your chest down onto the mattress, leaving your ass up in the air. his touch is awkward. you’re his assistant, for fuck’s sake.

“like… like this? is this comfortable?” he asks.

“perfect.”

fuck his fucking life fucking now. fucking hell he’s horny.

his sheets smell like him and boy. you can feel him kneeling behind you, hands still on you.

“you look really pretty like this.” he whispers. “can i…?”

you answer with a “mhm” and by arching your back a little more, pushing your ass toward him.

“okay… okay.” he whispers, mostly to himself.

and then his hands slide up to pull your pants down. his hands are shaking. he pulls your pants down slowly, dragging them over the curve of your ass. what a pretty ass. when he gets them to your thighs he pauses, just staring. your panties look good on you. then he keeps going, tugging them all the way off your legs, reaching back up to get your panties too, now pulling the two down together. he takes both off completely. not for your comfort. definitely not. he wants them gone completely so nothing is in his way, so he can look at all of you without anything blocking his view. he wants full access. it’s for his ego, the satisfaction of having you bare and exposed for him, someone lower than him socially, financially, physically, nothing in the way.

once your lower half is completely naked, he’s just staring directly at your pussy. thinks it’s beautiful. suits you. so pretty, your soft folds, your clit peeking out, your inviting little asshole just above it all, cherry on top really.

“you’re so pretty.” he mumbles. thanks, mr this is all professional, we appreciate your love for women’s bodies here. his hands grab your asscheeks and gently spread you open wider so he can get an even better look.

“hm. thanks.” you whisper.

he’s shaking, really is. both because this is new, this is hot, and also because he’s so turned on. you can feel his breath, hot, uneven because he’s so full of nerves, on your exposed pussy.

he leans in slowly, and presses the softest little kiss on your folds.

then gives you a lick to start off with, flattening that breathtaking tongue, dragging from your clit all the way up, parting your folds.

he moans loudly into you. then he does it again, licks up again. and again. longer, wetter, dragging his tongue through every inch of your pussy. of his little assistant’s pussy.

he pushes his face in deeper, nose pressed into your entrance, shaking his head from side to side so his tongue rubs messily all over your clit and folds. sounds like pure sex, stomach flipping, slurping, moaning, the slick noise of his tongue lapping at you.

you feel good, really good, but you know this isn’t about making you cum. this is all for him. every moan, every lick is him stroking his own ego. he’s eating your pussy because he wants to. because he feels good in the fact that he has the girl who sucked off chan and hyunjin bent over on his bed with her pussy in his face.

he settles on his flawless flat little stomach on the bed. his hands spread your ass wider and he buries his face deeper, smearing your juices all over his mouth, nose, and chin.

he drags his tongue higher, experimentally licking over your asshole. it’s clumsy, curious, a little shy, but he likes it so he does it again, slower, circling the rim with the tip of his tongue while his hands keep your ass spread wide open for him.

but he goes back to your pussy. he’s obsessed with it. it’s pretty, cute, maybe even perfect, in his opinion. he pushes his tongue inside your entrance, fucking it in and out, feeling your walls flutter around him. fuck yes. pornographic. starts licking with licks that cover your entire cunt. long ones from clit to hole, smaller flicks right into your entrance, gentle sucks on your folds, lightly sucking on your asshole when he’s there.

but he’s not there much. he’s aaaall up in your vag, always going back there, now you can feel his nose bumping into your asshole as he buries his face deeper, tongue going back inside you, trying to reach as far as possible.

“mmh— good, good…” he mumbles into your pussy, voice muffled. he starts shaking his face in it again, almost aggressive, tongue all up in you, sucking you in.

he grabs your hips better and pulls you back onto his face, literally sitting you on him while he lies on his stomach a little more, arches his neck back better.

now your pussy is completely smothering his mouth. tongue fucking in and out of it, nose rubbing your little asshole as he makes you ride his face. has jeongin ever been happier?

his eyes actually roll back in pleasure. his chin keeps brushing your clit from below, giving you these random little almost nothing sparks of pleasure while his tongue works inside you. everytime he pushes his flawless tongue as deep as it can go, his nose pokes firmer into your asshole and he lets out these little blissful whimpers, manly moans.

he’s so into it. not focused on your pleasure beyond how it feeds his own ego.

his arms tighten around your thighs, pulling you even harder on his mouth. he’s practically suffocating himself in your pussy and loves it. so wet sounds fill the room as he laps and sucks and tonguefucks you, just… without any real rhythm.

and even though it feels really fucking good, you know that you’re not even close to cumming. because you know the truth too, that this isn’t for you. this is all for him. this is jeongin getting his fix.

he’s getting exactly what he wants. selfish.

he’s in heaven though. you feel him smiling into your cunt as he’s currently trying to probably, what, suck everything out of it?

mr wait until marriage is currently telling you “mmph— fuck— mmh—” as his pretty little mouth goes down to suck on your clit, his nose pressing straight into the source of your wetness now. laps at it, drinks at it, then goes back into your entrance to eat at that too.

he feels so good. never better. really. he’s eating the same pussy chan and hyunjin got. well, not really, innie, they didn’t get any actual pussy, but that’s not what he thinks about now. he thinks he’s as good as his hyungs now.

even though he’s even better, kinda. like, you wouldn’t let hyunjin do this. chan, hm, maybe, but you stopped that even at just grinding. well, that was because feelings and tension were clearly getting involved, but whatever. not the point. maknae gets pussy. others don’t.

maknae fucks that pussy with his tongue, that perfect muscle of his curling up, trying to scoop out everything he can get. then he pulls back, spits on your pussy (messy and loud), and pushes his face back in, sucking on your folds, licking up and over your clit, then moving up again to shove his tongue back into you. his hands spread your ass again, he lost grip. hurts. feels nice too. his nose keeps rubbing on your asshole, he seems to love that too, the way it twitches in his face.

it’s intimate. he doesn’t process it as that. he just processes it as pussy. you process it as something you get paid for. win win.

he pulls his tongue out of your hole and drags it up sensually, circling your asshole again. this time he’s less shy about it. he licks over the tight little muscle slowly, then presses the point of his tongue in it. he sucks gently on it too. that makes your whole body jolt.

makes you moan.

oh?

feels good. he’s doing great.

he almost cums from your moan then goes back to your pussy, he can’t stay away for long anyway. his tongue fucks back into your entrance, exploring that again, your walls, chin on your clit, his nose in your asshole. it’s overwhelming for both sides.

then his fingers join the party. he slides one finger into your pussy, pushing it in deep immediately(so he doesn’t gently work it in or anything, it just slips inside) while he pulls away to watch it. he moans at how warm and wet you are inside, loves it.

he adds a second finger quickly, pumping them in and out. no rhythm. not much pleasure from it, for you. plenty for him, for his little soul. just thrusting them in and out.

he was a horrible student, you can tell. back in sex ed he probably stared at the ceiling the whole time. everything he knows about eating pussy came from other guys bragging in the dorm, from porn.

he remembers the clit thing suddenly, women like that, right?

“oh shit— right.” he mumbles, more to himself than you.

his tongue finally moves down and finds your clit with an actual purpose now(right now he wants to feel like he’s as good as chan and hyunjin. he wants to prove he can make you feel good too, even if it’s mostly for himself). at least he hopes he does, he’s in the right place, right? (he is.) he sucks on it gently at first, then harder, why didn’t he think of this when he was there before, smiles on it when you moan. he likes to hear that. his fingers keep fucking into you during, curling awkwardly, searching for something he’s not even sure how to find.

but god, he really wants this. he wants to devour you. currently humping the bed under himself too.

having you bent over on his bed, face down, ass up, pussy dripping on his tongue while he fingers you, it makes his head spin. makes him crazy. confident. wild. he feels like he finally caught up to his hyungs. like he’s one of the big boys now.

he pulls his fingers out to spread your ass again with both hands, staring at your holes, then spits on your asshole and licks it again, pushes the tip of his tongue inside again, moaning into you. would die for this taste.

then he pulls away with one last little kiss, goes back to your pussy, sucking your clit again, taking his hands off your perfect little ass and pushing three fingers inside your vag this time, giving little “uhhn” sounds to your clit.

he pulls his fingers out just so he can shake his face between your legs again, smearing your wetness all over his mouth, nose, and chin. he’s loud with his breathing, the little noises.

he has a beautiful voice.

his tongue pushes back inside your hole, fucking you. his eyes roll back in pure bliss at the smell of you, your little asshole(made for him, in his humble opinion) right on his nose. this position is making him feel like nothing else.

each sound you make makes him more confident in himself, every gasp, every whimper, every shaky breath. this is good for his mental health, actually. he’s been through a lot, has been extra stressed nowadays too. this is just perfect now.

he pulls back, gasping for air, face shiny and flushed, lips swollen. his eyes are glassy, pupils so big as he stares at your dripping pussy. he’s in a trance. then dives back in. like so deep that you can feel his teeth, the way his jaw works. you can feel his slurping, feel the “mmh— mmh—” noises he gives into you. just takes from you, that’s what he’s doing.

he’s so fucking happy right now. he’s so proud of himself it’s pathetic.

but you’re getting tired of this shit.

it feels good, sure. his tongue is warm and feels funny and he’s hitting some nice spots by pure accident. but you know exactly that jeongin is using your pussy to jerk off his mental health. he’s just living out his fantasy of being “one of the guys.”

so you put on your best performance, which you’re good at, and start gasping loudly, thighs shaking around his head. your hand flies back, into his hair, and you tug gently, pulling his face away from your dripping cunt.

“woah— wait, innie, too much.” you moan breathlessly, making it sound like he just rocked your entire world. “fuck, you’re… you’re really good at that.”

he pulls back, panting hard, face shiny from nose to chin with your juices. his little lips swollen and red and open. he looks dazed. hit.

you sit up a little, turning your head to look back at him. “you’re gonna make me real tired if you keep going like that…” you lie sweetly, a little shaky like you’re overwhelmed. you’re not. “but what about you, hm? don’t you want to feel good too?”

his breath hitches. his eyebrows go up, a little cute, hopeless. a little fucker is what he is, oh you’d just kick him in the head now if it wasn’t about your payment.

“how about you lay on your back properly, and we finally get to that? let me take care of you.”

he’s so easy. he flips onto his back immediately, dear god he’s actually fucking hilarious, almost rolling off the bed in his hurry.

“y-yeah… okay.” he breathes, voice cracking with excitement. you’re seconds away from slapping your tummy laughing. “if… if you want to. you don’t have to—”

you push his head back down onto the pillow. smile charmingly at him. “shh. let me help you, boss.”

oh that name specifically gets him bucking his hips up once into the air.

you’re more than ready to move this along. “sit up for me maybe, that’ll feel better.” you murmur softly.

he whines, the pathetic asshole, scrambling up into a sitting position against the headboard, legs spread. this hoodie looks good on him with the sleeves pushed up. you just noticed.

you reach forward and hook your fingers into the waistband of his pants. the second you start tugging, jeongin lifts his hips, watching it with you how his cock springs free immediately, slapping up on his stomach. oh he’s that hard. basically ready to bust.

fuck, he’s prettily shaven too. just like hyunjin, smooth as a fucking pornstar. not a single hair around the base or on his balls. so he prepared for this too. it was worth it, he has a pretty dick. basically like chan’s just not as long(still more than enough to be impressive, especially on a guy like him, the airhead), beautiful and manly, makes you suddenly care about this whole thing a lot more. his balls are perfect too, like perfect, the little guys especially suit him, two nice, full, separate little balls underneath, which you can clearly see and appreciate individually. lucky boy.

you just can’t help the small huff that escapes you. it’s actually an amused sound, and you’re rarely amused. amused is a big word for you.

of course he’s pretty down here too.

just like hyunjin. pretty face, decent dick, and zero fucking brains between the ears. consistent, it is. the prettier they are, the dumber they get. it’s only natural, the universe giving with both hands is nearly impossible.

except when it comes to you. you’re perfect, of course. insert angel emoji that’s incredibly cringe to write down but fits here perfectly.

so basically him and hyunjin are the same. jeongin’s just the less intense and not that much of a brat version.

his cock twitches under your gaze, rock hard, he’s embarrassed by how obvious it is.

you reach out and wrap your hand around him gently, giving one slow stroke just for now.

he hisses through his teeth, thrusting up into your fist.

“mm, where did the condoms go?” you mumble sweetly, stroking him, looking around. you really mean it just playfully, you don’t actually plan on fucking hi—

the speed at which he moves actually embarasses hyunjin’s dancing skills. like he fucking lunges to the side, cock bouncing as he does, and snatches the condom packet from where he threw it earlier. wow, seems to know it perfectly where it was too. his hands are shaking so badly he almost drops it twice while trying to tear it open. instead rips it open with his teeth like an animal, so unsafe jeongin don’t do that ever again that’s irresponsible and dangerous to both parties, then quickly rolls it down his cock, so unbelievably clumsy.

even that looks hot on him.

when not fucking hilarious. he’s fucking hilarious.

the way his abdomen muscles flex when he sits up a little, the way his lower arm muscles tense as he smooths the condom down his pretty manly shaft, the way his pretty face is concentrated, twisting up as he bites on his lip while looking down, it’s so attractive. dumb boys with pretty bodies are like the top ten inventions on the world.

once the condom’s on, jeongin leans back against the headboard again, so beautiful chest rising and falling fast under that hoodie, the fact how built his chest is, how wide it seems under the clothes, is also attractive because it shows you he worked for that, fucking dumbass doing one smart thing at least, then looks at you with those big, desperate, boyish eyes.

his cock stands hard and wrapped, begging for your attention. soon, mini jeongin, soon. though the pretty balls under it makes you want to hurry up.

same guy you saw once only in his underwear. when you were with his roommate. who you also had some kind of sex with, also had naked like this, also had. but he was barefoot and jeongin still has his fuckass white socks on. whatever.

point is, now you want this too. not as desperately as he does, but sure, you’re down.

he whines softly, so beautiful, an angelic little sound even(hyunjin sounded even better), takes you off your feet almost, and reaches up with shaky fingers to tug gently at the collar of your shirt.

“please…” he whispers, cheeks so red. obviously hurt to say even out loud.

you tilt your head, looking at him. you’re so patient. so hot. “you want my tits?”

he nods. embarrassing and embarrassed.

you sigh softly, fondly, and start unbuttoning the top few buttons of your shirt. but leave it like that, you’re not in the mood to take anything more off. would be too intimate. so you instead reach in, pull the cups of your bra down, let your tits spill out over the top.

“oh… mhm…” he breathes, staring. he’s never seen anything so perfect in his life. (he has, it’s chan’s back, jeongin’s just too horny now)

you lean forward a little and gently caress the side of his neck with one hand, thumb stroking over his racing pulse.

his breathing stops.

“come here.” you whisper, straddling him, knees on either side of his hips. you reach down, wrap your fingers around his condom covered cock, and line him up with yourself.

you start sinking down. inch by inch. so slow. you could go fast but you’re in the mood now too, finally.

(acting like you weren’t also in the mood when you were grinding with chan and when, as painful it is to admit, when you were listening to that otherworldly asshole’s, hwang fucking hyunjin’s little moans while you sucked him off)

he feels good. you’re wet already anyway. condom has lube too, which you’re currently wiping off on his shoulder. jeongin doesn’t care, doesn’t notice, currently his head falls back on the wall, giving a little “aaahh…” to you, mouth open, eyes closing. his hands get on your waist, gripping, holding, wanting.

“fuck, you’re so tight.” he whines up into the air. thanks.

you let his brutally satisfying??? cock fill you up until your ass is on his smooth boy thighs. feels good, that he’s holding you up now, kind of. the knowledge that you’re sitting on him and you’re, kinda, safe. and oh yeah also that he’s buried to the hilt in you, stretching you nicely.

you let out a soft, pleased sigh, adjusting to the feeling of him, rocking a little, your body releasing dopamine now that your little cunt finally has something big in it.

for a bit you just sit there, full of him. jeongin turns his head back down to look at your taken out tits.

you start rocking first. nothing crazy, you’re good at what you do, good at sex anyway. his cock quite literally stirs in you. feels good.

movement makes your tits bounce gently. jeongin’s eyes follow them, he’s hypnotized, lips parted, soft little moans slipping out his pretty mouth.

“mhyeah, yeah, that’s good…” he mumbles.

“hm.” you answer to not leave him on seen irl and keep rocking, nice and slow, letting him get hornier, feel every inch of your warm, wet pussy sliding around his cock.

your hands decide to live on his shoulders, thumbs stroking his neck as you move. you’re sweet. good at this.

you let out these soft, sweet little sounds that make him a thousand times more into this, into the moment, and you start getting into it more. rising up a little higher before sinking back down, really riding him. smooth, sensual.

your tits bounce more noticeably, jiggling everytime you drop down on his cock. jeongin’s hands slide up from your waist/hips to cup your breasts, as much as it’s out at least, holding them, his assistant’s pretty boobs.

“oh my god, fuck, you feel so good.” he whimpers.

“thank you, innie. so do you.”

he moans. loud. his hips start thrusting up to meet yours, trying to fuck up into you. patience, maybe? no? okay.

you lean forward, pressing your tits closer to his face, and he take his chance, latches onto one nipple, sucking on it, moaning around it. it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. both his hands keep squeezing, kneading, mammal, animal while you ride him a little faster, a little harder. wet sounds of your pussy sliding up and down his cock start to come out. rhythmic. you’re way better at this than he is.

his head keeps falling back, then snapping forward again so he can watch your tits bounce and suck on them again. his teeth hurt on you sometimes, whatever, working is hard, and that’s what you’re doing now. now you just… enjoy it enough to moan too. or maybe it’s also the discomfort that your clit would like some friction too, but him inside is good too. really good.

not as good as for him though.

“ahh, fuck— oh my god.” his voice is high. he can’t control it. you’re too good. you’re perfect.

you grab his pretty face with one hand, the other is still on that flawless shoulder you’d love sitting on, like nothing sexual genuinely just sitting, men with shoulders like these are made to carry girls on them, anyways, and squish his cheeks together.

his lips pucker out like a fish, still swollen, eyes going wide as you ride him slower to focus on your words.

“do you know when chan’s coming home?” you ask calmly, still bouncing on his cock, like it’s nothing, dude.

“dunno, he alweady migh be homemmph.”

“shut the fuck up then.”

jeongin’s eyes roll back and he moans even louder. dipshit. he likes that. the meanness. the way you’re using him and he’s also using you.

but he really can’t stay quiet. he’s getting so close already, pathetic boy. his balls are all up in him already, his abs are clenching, thighs shaking and flexing under you.

and exactly when he starts whimpering “i’m close— i’m so close—” you sit fully on his cock, grinding in slow circles now, and he whines pathetically under your hand still squishing his cheeks.

“n-nooo, please, ah wass so closs.”

you wait until his breathing evens out a little, then start moving slowly again, taking him fully again.

he moans loud and relieved, head falling back. so happy that you’re riding him again, faster this time, tits bouncing over your bra which he’s too close to cum to pay proper attention to. why are they out then?

him not appreciating you enough is your exact reason to edge him again when he looks like he’s close, so you lift yourself up until just the tip is inside you, holding still.

his hips try to chase you. “fuhh—ffuck, no, no no no— i was right there, i was right there.” he tries to thrust up but you squirm away, clicking your tongue. that’s so hot. “pleassah need— ah, need t’cum— so baaad, so fuckin’ badh—”

you look down at him, squishing his cheeks together more once or twice just to watch him look cute, and sink back down slowly.

he cries out, head rolling around as you’re bouncing fast, letting your tits jiggle right in front of his face that he now looks at sometimes. still not good enough.

you let go of his face. need both hands on his perfect shoulders. now you can listen to him tell you “ahhgonna— mmh, fuck, y/n— so good so gooood— please lemmelemme i need, ungh— cum— pleasepleaseplease—”

you stop. you sit still on his cock, clenching around him rhythmically while he thrashes around underneath you.

his eyes are wet, whole face red, beautiful. “mmh, y/n, gonna—gonna, fuck, mommy— nowaitshit— please, ahh, huuh, fuckme, please— unghhh—” he has his teary eyes rolled back, mouth open, drooling a little. he’s so close it hurts, y/n, please.

“shh. be quiet. chan might be home, remember?”

he nods. “mmh, sorry, please, let me— want, pleaseeeee—”

pathetic.

that’s what he gets. that’s what he deserves for being a selfish asshole, and also because he works so hard and so entitled. so he gets this both for the good and bad.

fuck, he heard that edging feels good or whatever but this is his first time experiencing it. it’s brutal. torture. unbearable. he’s so going to thank you later.

“you wanna cum, jeongin?” you ask sweetly.

“yes, yes please iiii wanna cum so bad.”

“you sure?”

“yes, yesyesyes— please let me, i’m so close, so good, i am, please—”

you keep rolling your hips. “you really do?”

“yes, yesh, please i’m so close it hurts please let me cum—”

“you really need to?”

he’s so turned on. “yes yes yes please please please please i’ll do anything—”

“you want to cum?”

“yes—”

“you want to cum?”

“yes please—”

“you want to cum, jeongin?”

“yesfuckyes, ahh— pleasepleaseplease—”

“really?”

“i can’t hold it y/n pleaseeee—”

his whole body is shaking, hips jerking up desperately, trying to fuck you harder but you keep control.

you finally sigh. don’t stop your pace now. “sure, go ahead, whatever.”

jeongin’s eyes roll back, like he loses control of them, and he lets out the loudest orgasm you’ve ever pulled out of a man.

his hips jerk up, uncontrollable, burying himself as deep as he can while he shakes and thrashes and cries out. high, pathetic, beautiful moans, screams, cries. pretty face twisted in pure bliss as he keeps shooting load after load.

his balls pulse under your ass with every shot he delivers into the condom. it’s adorable.

his whole body convulses underneath you, abs clenching, thighs shaking, ass flexing up, fingers digging painfully into your waist as he rides out the longest, hardest orgasm of his life.

you gave that to him. his assistant. helped him out with this too.

you keep riding him through it. his eyes are rolled back, mouth open, drooling, completely fucked stupid. it takes almost thirty seconds before his orgasm finally starts to fade.

you sit down on his cock for a few more seconds, letting him catch his breath, then slowly lift yourself off him. he slips out with a wet sound, condom very full.

you stand up, not even mad that you didn’t cum because you didn’t expect to, whatever you’ll rub one out at home, pull your bra back up, button your shirt, pull your pants and panties back on calmly. fix your clothes.

all while that dumb little babe is lying there completely fucked out. it looks good on him, that hoodie pushed up, pants around his thighs, cock softening in the condom, chest slowly moving now, eyes closed.

you pat his cheek. your first idea was to give him a forehead kiss but that would be unprofessional(that would be?). “you did well. get some rest, okay? drink some water.”

he nods weakly, mumbling something that sounds like “thank you” but slurred.

“and don’t think too hard about it.”

“got it.” he whispers.

you check your reflection real quick in the mirror (you look mostly normal), and leave his room. a boyish room. suits him. kinda messy but not the clothes on the floor way, just lotta clutter. nice, in general.

chan doesn’t seem to be home yet. you pause at the front door, listening, but there’s nothing.

eh. you’re too tired to go back into the studio to check on him now. whatevs.

you close the door softly behind you and head home.

men. always so horny. always so loud. always leaving you walking home at midnight. but hey, at least you’re good at your job.

the next morning, jeongin is sitting at the small kitchen counter at their dorm, staring intensely into his little protein cereal. chan walks into the kitchen, still just waking up, oh how cute boys are just living together, and jeongin looks somewhere else. the ceiling, the floor, his spoon, anywhere but chan’s face. his leg is bouncing.

chan, mostly half asleep and shirtless still, scratches his stomach and opens the fridge. “morning.”

“morning.” jeongin says way too nonchalant, eyes glued to his cereal.

chan grabs his own shit, whatever men like these eat that are either forced on them or they torture themselves with it willingly, and sits down across from jeongin.

jeongin doesn’t look up.

chan raises an eyebrow. chews on his little breakfast. hot. “you good?”

“yeah. super good. everything’s great.” he shovels cereal into his mouth so aggressively he almost chokes on it. oh but didn’t choke on pussy yesterday.

chan chews slowly, watching him. “…did you break something of mine?”

“no.”

“did you mess up something?”

“no.” jeongin stands up, grabs his bowl, basically runs to the sink. “i’m gonna go shower.” he announces to the fucking wall. he can’t look his hyung in the eye. not after he spent half the night with his cock buried inside the same girl chan had on him a few nights ago.

chan sits there, completely lost. “…okay?”

jeongin speedwalks to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

channie baby(hopeless man just too tired mentally to be anything and anywhere else) hears the shower turn on. hm. okay. he mutters to himself “what the fuck is wrong with him this morning…” chan is typically the type to mutter to himself out loud. chan is like those dads who swear on their lives they don’t care about the series going on in the tv but still stand with specifically both hands on his hips behind the couch, eyes glued to the screen. he’s also like the dads who are fucking asleep and the milisecond you reach for the remote, he wakes up and tells you he was watching that.

anyways. he has no idea what’s up with jeongin.

yeah no but just again, these men know each other. can read each other like the word apple. it doesn’t even take three hours for them to figure out that jeongin is not his usual self, and they care about each other, so they’ll want to know what’s in his mind.

and about especially the fucking way he’s on you all day. during practice he “accidentally” bumps into you and lets his hand live on your lower back while smiling and apologizing. bitch take it off. during their lunch he sits next to you, eating, talking to you with his mouth full, really on you and really noticing that you’re the same as you were until now, that you don’t act different. he doesn’t know what to think of that. doesn’t like it, there’s this heavy feeling in his stomach. yeah, he doesn’t like it.

so soon the second you’re away filling their water bottles or just getting new plastic ones, they fly on his ass.

so they’re alone. han kicks jeongin’s foot. “yo, what’s wrong with you? you got laid?”

jeongin’s face loses all color.

felix is grinning. “nah, look at him. he’s glowing, bro.” bro. average men conversation, bro.

seungmin watches jeongin, standing next to him. his eyes are that low lidded type, like he has a straight face. “what’s up?”

changbin leans forward. he’s so cute. “what happened?”

“c’mon.” minho tells him.

hyunjin comes into jeongin’s face a little. “y/n?”

silence.

jeongin is fidgeting with his two hands. laughing. then not. trying to play it cool but failing miserably. “…yeah. we had sex.”

silence.

“she went down on you too??”

“oh— no, like, she rode me.”

…

..?

???

han screams “WHAT?! you?!”

felix turns away, throwing his arms up. “this is bullshit.”

hyunjin’s pretty face twists. “what?” now imagine that in the little beautiful voice of his.

changbin is covering his mouth. chan’s heart physically stops beating. minho’s eyes get BIG.

seungmin is impressed. smiling so wide. “how was it?”

oh jeongin gets brutally embarrassed that he has to say it out loud. like, he wants to, it’s just hard. what happened to allat he’s finally as good as his hyungs mindset? “it was… really good. she was really nice. uh… ate her out. uh, dude, i don’t know, it just happened.”

“how’d she taste?” “did you last longer than two minutes?” “did she moan?” “was she tight? tell me she was tight.” “you lucky little shit, i’ve been trying to get her alone for days—”

“i saw her tits and everything. they’re great.”

han actually falls on his knees.

they’re teasing. being boys. getting more information out of him as we’re speaking, he tells them the whole story. but they’re mad. like wdym jeongin got full sex? wdym you told chan no but let the little maknae dick you down? okay dick you down and you riding him until he was screaming are two different things, but he’s honest about what happened and the others fuck with it. anyways, wdym hyunjin got left with blue balls but jeongin had real sex? hyunjin wants real sex too. so mostly him and chan are the ones actually mad. the others are just jealous but whatever they’re friends and they love innie, no hard feelings. none of them.

and back then, some judged you for even just spending the night with chan. now, surprisingly, there’s none of that. a normal person would assume you’re an actual whore, but since they really want your services, they basically see the world though pink tinted glasses.

can’t be mad at you. you’re so sweet, so helpful, so innocent, so hot. y/n always helps them out. that’s just how the world goes, this was supposed to happen with innie. maybe is it supposed to happen with them too? they hope so.

later that afternoon, when everyone else is distracted with fuckwhat, chan pulls you into one of a smaller rooms, closes the door.

he’s trying to be calm, but it’s not working. “you slept with jeongin?”

“yes.”

he exhales through his nose, looking away, such a man, having his hands on his slutty hips. “why?”

you lean against a table. professional. mature. way more put together than he is right now. “because i wanted to, chan. it’s that simple. he asked. i said yes. same as when you asked. same as when hyunjin asked. it’s just helping, you know that. releasing stress. you all carry so much. i don’t mind being the relief when you need it.”

he’s… insecure? “but why him? after you told me no the other night. after you stopped us. you let him fuck you but you wouldn’t let me?”

oh. so that’s what this is abouuuut.

“what happened with him wasn’t special in that way. he heard us one night through the wall, exactly the night i stopped us. it was different with you, that was a different situation. you two are two different maturities. i thought you knew that too.” i thought you knew that too. why are you lowkey a good manipulator? “i like taking care of you specifically, if that’s what you’re overthinking about. but i’m not picking favorites. it just came like this. this isn’t driven by emotion, but the night i stopped us was. we both could tell, yeah?”

“…yeah.”

“yeah.”

why are you having the upper hand here???

he swallows, looking away. he looks gross. vulnerable needy little bitch. “so you don’t… feel anything when you’re with them?”

“not in the way you’re thinking.” you say softly. it matters how you talk to him now.

he’s quiet for a long time, processing. you’re so calm. so mature. so in control. it’s hot. it turns him on. finally he lets out a long breath and nods. “okay. yeah, you’re right. you’re right.”

you smile and pat his chest. “good. anything else?” oh that has a double meaning and both of you know it.

he watches you with big eyes. “…no.”

dumbass.

yeah. so that went down too. that helped you with seeing them more clearly now.

the more they get comfortable around you, the more they show what they can’t show the cameras. it’s hot, the tension, the secret, but now you see how they are, how they think. how much of the opposites they are from what they give out to the world. weird, confusing, toxic, selfish, traumatized, sexist.

hyunjin is one of the worst. he’s nasty. a bad man. he once told you women are naturally better at taking care of people, which sounds like a nice sentence at first especially said to a woman, but he means it in a way where your entire worth is tied to how useful and soft and fuckable you are. he expects you to drop everything when he calls your name. when you don’t jump fast enough he gets pissy. you’re a hole with nice hands to him. nothing more.

just again, him and jeongin are really similar. jeongin right now feels like getting his dick wet makes him manlier than his hyungs. he just basks in the ego high of i fucked her too.

felix is… you don’t see the side of felix where he’s sexist and kinda unintentionally mean. he doesn’t show you that. he’ll say shit like you’re so good at handling us but the subtext is always you’re so good at serving men. so there’s only under the surface things that you could notice. he doesn’t see you as a full person, he sees a walking collection of holes that happens to be nice to him and gives them what he asks for.

and han gets grabby and pushy when he’s horny. doesn’t really take in mind the fact that you have a personal space too and that you’re not just a worker for him. he’ll sling his arm around you, pull you to his lap without asking, basically is all on you. lucky that you like it, because he doesn’t care if you’re uncomfortable. he wants what he wants. c’mon just the tip final boss. a creep.

changbin is less aggressive than the others but just as selfish. he wants comfort. he wants to be taken care of. he wants your body, he wants a woman. now.

seungmin fully expects you to spread your legs when he decides it’s time. because to him you’re just useful. that’s what you are, a nice girl who can be used for his selfish dick.

minho… would see you as a woman if he cared about your personality, if maybe he got to know you as a person before a worker, if he was your friend, but he’s not. now he’s just an older guy who wants what’s between his assistant’s legs.

chan wants to be special, that’s what his fault is. he’s insecure, needy, sexist, and has a million other things to pay attention to, to top all this off. he’s unbelievably stressed. this is not good for him, but well… better as if there was no relief(the one you give) at all.

they’re all disgusting, pure lustbrained creeps who see you for your body, your services only. they don’t care about your feelings, they don’t ask if your jaw hurts after sucking them off, they don’t care if you’re tired or sore or tired from managing eight massive egos. they just want, want, want. more head. more pussy. more tits in their face. more of you dropping everything to service them.

they’re bitches too. under the idol image, they’re all entitled passive aggressive little shits. they complain about schedules, about each other, about management, about everything, but never about themselves. never about how they treat you.

you watch them live, just learn them when they’re busy. the way they bark your name when they want something. the way they expect you to laugh at their bad man jokes. the way they stare at your body. the casual sexism that slips out in “harmless” comments about women in the industry, about how “emotional” girls get, about how lucky they are to have a “chill” assistant like you.

it disgusts you.

you’re fascinated by it.

how quickly the fake act falls once they’ve had their dick in you. how fast thank you y/n turns into get on your knees y/n, how they go from sweer idols to horny, selfish boys the second they don’t have to act, to look good.

you like them for it, after all.

they’ve been told their whole lives that they’re special, that women exist to serve in some capacity, and now they got you dropped down at their bigass feet, competent, sweet, sexually available, confirming every disgusting fantasy they’ve ever had.

just again, felix and his fantasies. he’ll say something normal, seems like just a nice, an okay guy, all while he’s imagining you in some position he saw in a hentai at 4am. he wants to finally put it in something warm and living and woman and something that will make him cum. he wants you to call him daddy. to suck his cock while he plays his fucking games. he just wants and doesn’t want to give.

jeongin is just dumb. plain dumb. pretty face, nice dick, zero thoughts. he thinks getting to fuck you makes him cool, he tells the others about it left and right, he thinks he accomplished something instead of just being lucky.

hyunjin is mean. he wants to hurt you a little. he gets off on the power imbalance, that you are so much smaller than him, that he could fire you anytime. wouldn’t, though.

seungmin watches you always, when your back is to him. he just wants to fuck. like purely just wants some. he’s just… not entitled enough to do something about it. but he wants to. doesn’t know what to, though. and you’ve already had lots of the others, won’t he look pathetic? ugh, he can’t stand the thought of that. can only hope you see him attractive enough. wants you to. wants to play with you. make you like his voice, his body, his dick. personality is not important. who cares when you’re nothing more than a pair of tits and skill.

changbin feels like shit. already felt like fucking shit in general, then you came along, gave him hope, sucked hyunjin off. he’s not angry at you, of course, he’s not that dumb(so like if this situation was with seungmin and felix, if felix was in changbin’s potion then he’d be so angry at you too. but he’s not in changbin’s position, so) but he really wants some too, c’mon, everyone knows that. hyunjin especially!! so he’s a little angry at hyune now. that combined with living like this, the all time pressure, wanting to fuck bad and knowing who you want to fuck, makes him unreasonable too. he does crazy, dumb shit too. but that mostly comes out between him and the boys, so you don’t get much of that.

minho wants to dick you down but not urgent enough yet to ask. maybe in a scenario where he’ll get real needy but why would you be there, that usually happens when he’s at home. he thinks jisung will eventually start taking you home too, maybe then he’ll start opening towards you more. he already opens towards you lots, take him sitting with you and talking to you, simple staff btw that’s what you are, he’s just that attracted to you.

han just wants some attention too. he gets plenty of it already, but he wants your sexual attention specifically. your eyes on him, preferably in a scenario where he’s shirtless and you’re admiring him. he likes that little scenario lots. when daydreaming, his thoughts always come back to that. it’s his favorite. but… he’s not smart. we know that. so his kindness towards you comes from his want, not his pure heart. because he doesn’t value you. he just wants to fuck.

and we already know, chan wants to be your favorite, doesn’t matter if he likes that fact or not. he wants(craves, needs) emotional intimacy mixed with filthy sex and he doesn’t like that you won’t give him both.

or maybe he has to ask for that too? your job is to do things for them. ugh, no, not that easy. nevermind.

you see how they compete now. how they stare at you, follow you with their eyes. how they touch you more, really shooting their shots with the charm they learned over the years. they’re disgusting.

oh you don’t ignore any of this. you keep in mind every disgusting, selfish, sexist, lustful part of them that they have shown you so far. but you don’t care. you’re okay with them this way, this is just sex. work.

and they use that you let them act like this and accept them that way, since you enable their behavior, you let it slide. why wouldn’t you, you get paid for it.

yeah it’s a mutual understanding. during one long waiting period, you’re sitting on a couch with minho. you two are quiet, have been the whole time, you’re leaning forward to look through some papers on the table in front of you two, someone is talking to you, it’s all so crowded, fast, you feel his hand slide down your back… then lower… then he gropes your ass. like a confident squeeze. something a boyfriend would do.

you turn around immediately and he’s already looking at his phone, blank face, both hands on the phone. “sorry did you—“

“hm?” he asks. looks up at you with those big shining eyes, acting like he doesn’t know what you’re about to ask, like he’s just here and you mixed him up with someone. works well.

you stare at him. he stares back. you both know he’s lying. you both know he doesn’t care.

you sigh. look back to your business. the shit you let them get away with.

he bites his lip not to smile.

also, seungmin and felix living together means that they move such on the same frequency. they get each other so well, click immediately when they want to do something or the other does.

this was the explanation for how one afternoon, near at one of the closets you walk into to get something, they follow you. like not sneaky following, they’ve been having a conversation with you for about fifteen minutes now, so naturally they went with you, weren’t needed for work anyway.

now you’re completely talking to them, just holding whatever you came for. seungmin is in front of you, humming back to you, while felix is behind you pretending to reach for something on the shelf. dumb thing because what could possibly the princess need from there.

you feel fingers at your bra clasp, fumbling, clearly not experienced.

felix is trying to undo it one handed while seungmin distracts you with boring small talk about han.

they’re fucking hilarious, actually.

also can’t do it for shit.

you act like you don’t notice. the clasp doesn’t budge. lix gets frustrated, tugs harder, loses balance, grabs seungmin and yanks him to hold himself up. seungmin falls into felix. both of them fuck around, nearly knocking you over.

you close your eyes. smile. giggle. hear a loud “fuck—” from felix and a “yah—” from seungmin as they tangle into each other.

you turn around slowly.

felix is red. seungmin is pretending he wasn’t involved.

“you two good?”

“yeah.” they say at the same time.

felix mutters something about “the shelf was crooked” and stands up properly, fixes his clothes, hair. seungmin does about the same.

what does this result in? getting their egos hurt when they think they weren’t hot enough for you, didn’t impress you enough. that also can result from when they see one of the others impress you more(well, you’re not really impressed, but they think the other impressed you more because they thought the other did better than them).

hyunjin is big on that too. you make the mistake of smiling at changbin during lunch(because he said something genuinely nice, at least he can). hyunjin sees it from across the room and actually stomps. like actually fucking stomps his foot then barks “y/n. come here.” across the room

you get up, walk over.

he grabs your wrist and leans in. there was zero need for allat for what he’s about to ask for, but he’s beautiful doing it so it’s forgiven. “i want coffee. iced. two shots. oat milk. extra ice. and make sure it’s not watered down like last time.”

he doesn’t need coffee. he just saw you give changbin attention.

you nod sweetly(important that you’re sweet) and go get it.

when you hand it to him he takes it without a word, frowns down at it, then turns away with it. not one thank you said.

the others are just as childish. whores. literally, han hugs you from behind to hang on you. he’s fucking brutal like literally loosens his knees and hangs from you. “sorry y/n, i’m just so tired~” yeah suuuuure buddy.

remember how jeongin slapped your arm sweetly back when you were working with chan and he came out in underwear only? wait you know what he’s packing in those now. anyways. he’s doing those slaps now too, just to touch you, and they somehow always end up brushing the side of your tit. or “y/n i’m so sore from practice, can you massage my shoulders?”

and felix really only does this when no other staff is around, he doesn’t want a rumor to start now does he, but once or twice(exactly seven times) it already happened that he got behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder. breathing on your neck just because he knows women like that, if he’s tired too then one hand on your waist while he asks you about what you’re currently doing. transferring seungmin’s money, felix, transferring seungmin’s money. he asks you to do something similiar for him too later then leaves. he doesn’t want to. he likes your touch(to a level where liking your touch is more romantic than just lust) but he has shit to do and so do you. oh but when he’s free and you’re still busy then suddenly it’s not a problem—

once, once, minho put his hand on your thigh when you two were sitting next to chan in the rolling chairs while listening to han sing something out. chan didn’t notice, it’s not even about that, only you did. and him.

sometimes when you turn your head while on your laptop at one of the couches, seungmin is just staring into your soul. just looks at you, heavy eye contact when you look up. …hello?? he waves. oh okay hi.

and to top that off changbin has the audacity to come with “y/n… can you stay with me for a bit?” while you have a hundred other things to do and three of them is bringing important stuff to chan and exactly one is getting hyunjin matcha.

and chan wants to know that you still like him best. the fuck he so big for(wideness, not height) if he’s this small mentally.

you and him are sitting next to each other talking bout sum shit, well you’re talking, because he’s looking at you with the wettest most fuckable pathetic little kicked over no makeup eyes that his body is capable of. and he doesn’t mean to. he just gets so lost in his assistant that he lets you talk for minutes then has zero clue what you just said when you ask back. you hate that. like really actually do this is for real, go to work, chan.

they’re menchildren. spoiled. disgusting. needy. insecure. pretty. stupid. horny. evil. bitches.

yesterday for an example, you feel lix’s breath on your neck while he “helps” you carry something(not like anyone asked him to). and he doesn’t think that’s wrong. okay yeah, he feels it but only in the professional way, that the only wrongness about this is about his career. notice yourself, you fucking creep.

yes they’re this horrible. genuinely psychologically fucked up like how most famous people usually are.

age order now again, chan is deeply insecure and controlling. he needs to feel like he’s your main pick, like he’s special, like he’s the only one who really gets you(??? he’s weird). just because he was your first.

everytime you give attention to someone else it chips at his ego and he gets even sadder. and this man is already sad enough for most days, his life is living hell. typa guy who would cry after sex or get mad at you for not cuddling him long enough. leader complex, workaholic, abandonment issues, brutal wounds from his past. just great. oh you don’t wish a relationship with him on your worst enemy(sweet summer child y/n only if you knew how this fic will end…)

minho is blunt and dehumanizing on purpose. he sees you as a tool that happens to have a nice pussy. he’s a nice guy, sure whatever, is good for male friendship. would also be great for a romantic relationship with a woman but he doesn’t want any of that right now, right now his main focus “romantically” is you and your body.

changbin wants love and care from you while giving nothing back. selfish. so so so selfish but he’s also a really easy man. means you could have the upper hand here if you wanted it, but you don’t. you don’t fucking care as long as you get paid and get to have sex.

hyunjin has no empathy, that’s what his problem is besides being an average man, which means there’s evil in his heart. he gets off on power and degradation. he wants to hurt your feelings a little, wants to make you feel small so he feels bigger. classic narcissist with a god complex.

han is aggressive. he uses “playfulness” as an excuse to grope and grind and push. he’s emotionally immature as fuck. he thinks being loud and energetic towards you makes him charming when really he’s just exhausting. you liked him better when he wasn’t interested in you, when he was more real, when you saw him stare at his phone and look unflattering. then, you were even a little attracted. you like it when men are real. now you know what he wants.

felix is just an… average degrading porn watcher. yeah we’re really dragging it back to porn here so let’s ignore how significant it is to the way he acts, he’s dumb to start off with. this can be told by anything, really. a man that dumb could see women in a nice light, he does too, just not enough to respect an assistant who gives her body out.

seungmin is fine with staring at your ass, for now. he only understands people he loves, people he wants to understand. he can only feel empathy for them. so there is no reason for him to care about someone such low as you are, since you’re just staff. that’s all you are.

jeongin is just dumb. painfully dumb. classic pretty but empty. zero emotional intelligence. getting his dick wet makes him feel like a man. and he doesn’t understand boundaries. he just wants more, more, more, he cannot get enough of you, the idea of you.

they’re all menchildren. bitches. on you. constantly. they want attention. they want your hands giving care to them(your job btw). they want your mouth(not your job). they want your pussy, they want you to look at them with love and acceptance while they treat you like an object, they want you to be at their feet the second they snap their fingers.

jeongin is, obviously, like the worst now. ever since you fucked him he’s been glued to you. clingy. he’s too inexperienced with relationships that have worklife in them at some point, too dumb, too attached. he’s waiting for you to drag him into the nearest room again and doesn’t get it when it doesn’t happen. like… he hopes you want him. oh, you must, he ate you out so good. made you cum like, what, three times?(not even once) but oh what if you don’t like him..? oh no…

he’s is still in the honeymoon phase of i had sex with someone new, and it shows. he obviously feels a lot even though it was made clear that no feelings involved. he’s just not built for that and went into it too easily because he was horny at the moment. now look where that got him, he stares at you during the day, when you’re talking to chan about something, when you’re bringing the others things, when you help at practices, the others have to scream at him to pay attention. you give zero reactions to those, you, the fucking assistant is more professional than him.

the others are pissed. jealous. but can you blame him. blame them. they’re traumatized. fucked up. probably not fixable at all. years of torture, brutal training, sleep deprivation, constant criticism, their worth supposedly only as good as their last comeback, having their bodies and faces and voices taken as products which all need to be perfect. no fucking human is perfect. and they all push through pain, through illness, through burnout because stopping means disappointing millions and losing everything they’ve sacrificed for. it’s brutal.

they’ve been conditioned since they were teenagers to ignore their own bodies, their own minds, their own needs. like feelings are totally weakness(plus they’re men, feelings are much harder to express for men). vulnerability is girly. rest is laziness.

and you get it, you get why they need you now, why they all jumped at the chance of you.

they get prettier and emptier. praised and worshipped but never truly known. surrounded by people but deeply lonely.

you understand why they’re like this. you don’t want anything from them except their cum and their temporary peace. they want that.

deep down, even if they’re not conscious of it, appreciate it. your actions, selflessness and care means so much to them, they just don’t know it, could barely tell even if someone pointed it out for them.

so yea you’re still down to fuck, you don’t care how fucked up they are because you’re not gonna date them(again, only if you knew what awaits you at the end of the series) sometimes letting them use your body is the kindest thing you can do for them.

and oh bin has been having enough of hyunjin lately. he loves him so much, they’re literally each other’s top people, but no doubt that they get irritated at each other. these are usually little phases. now there’s a hyunjin irritates changbin phase. it’ll pass, whatever, they all do, but it’s still ongoing now. so when you overhear hyunjin telling someone during lunch that he’s sleeping over at his parents’ house tonight, you already know what’s coming.

and what’s coming? changbin finding you in a hallways while everyone’s packing up.

“y/n, hey, uh, are you free tonight? my dorm. hyunjin’s gone for the night, i know you two… yeah. i… i could really use some company. if you want.”

you understand perfectly. he’s asking for the same thing the others have been chasing, relief.

“yeah, i’ll come over.” knowing he wants to bury his face between your legs or cry in your arms or both.

because at the end of the day, these are just men. disgusting, traumatized, horny men who never had the chance to learn how to ask for help the healthy way.

men are already shit at that, now combine that with the way these live. so they ask with their bodies. with their dicks. with their neediness and their selfishness and their ugly little egos.

you let them. someone has to. you can handle it. you’re fine with it. you’re always fine with it.

so hours later, you end up at his and hyunjin’s dorm again. oh how much better the atmosphere is when hyunjin is not here! (he’s actually a pleasant company if you two are friends. but you two are not)

changbin holds the door open for you like a proper gentleman, okay wow thanks, stepping back with a small, shy smile. looks good on him. or more likely, knows how to use it.

“come in… thank you for coming. really.” oh he’s so much better than hyunjin was. “do you want water? or tea? i can make coffee if you want something warm. or… there’s juice? or snacks? i bought some fruit earlier—”

“i’m okay, really. thank you though.” you shake your head with a pretty smile.

he hovers as you walk further inside. though he knows it’s not your first time here. fuck. but the dorm is neat, much neater than chan and jeongin’s place.

changbin waits until you sit down on the couch first, then sits next to you, leaving a respectful gap between your bodies. his hands in his lap, fingers playing with themselves. he’s visibly nervous. first time having a hooker over or whatever.

he clears his throat. “so… how was your day? i know it was long. you were running around a lot again. i saw you.”

you lean back a little, getting comfy, crossing your legs. “it was fine. same as usual. how about you? you seemed tired during practice.”

“yeah… it’s been like that lately. y’know, we have lots of things to do.” you do know, you do some of them for them.

“yeah. you’re doing great though.”

he chuckles, looks away, rubbing his thigh.

“tell me what’s been going on with you.”

he exhales. poor boy. “it’s just… everything. and the others get in these moods where nothing i do is right, and then at night i can’t sleep because… my brain won’t turn off. it’s all just a lot now.” he’s trying his best, communicating. men aren’t good at that, expressing their feelings, we know that.

“i have no idea how tiring it could be to be you. i just run around, that’s what i can tell you about, but for you… it’s unbelievable to me.”

“oh, no, heh, you’re—“

“you’re so good at what you do, boss.”

he looks at you. his mouth is open.

oh that boss was so perfect right now.

suddenly your knees are touching. then your thighs. his hand is on your waist. you turn toward him and he meets you halfway.

the kiss is very… adult. deep, hungry. he kisses good. and—oh he’s already using tongue. now that’s what you like. no fucking around, and he’s confident now(must have remembered how amazing he is again, your words helped him too), one hand cupping the back of your neck while the other pulls you closer.

his heartubeatuh, horribly overused and unfunny joke but couldn’t miss it, is so fast, so fast that he notices it. but his main focus is on your mouth, on you. he gives a relieved sound when you kiss him back just as eagerly, sounds so good. you two match so well.

he pulls back. well, that was quick. oh wait no he has something to say. “you’re… really good at that.” he whispers.

you smile, biting your bottom lip on purpose. “so are you.”

“uh, listen, i don’t want you to feel like you have to. if you don’t want this, we can just talk. or watch something. i don’t want to be like the others who—”

“i want to.” you squeeze his knee. he feels it. “i’m here because i want to be. because i like helping you feel good. because i like you, changbin.”

“oh—okay then. thanks.”

the kiss picks up where it left off. this is different from the others, with chan it was heavy and emotional, for him. with hyunjin it was pure human nature. with jeongin it was clumsy and so horny and just wanting to stick it somewhere already. with changbin… it’s actually pleasant. sweet, for your soul too for once, not just theirs.

you kiss him harder, sucking on his tongue, and he whimpers, let’s fucking go. you’re more confident now, that can be told easily by anyone who knows you. but luckily, these men don’t know you. can’t tell that you know they all want you. you know you can have any of them you want, whenever you want. that you might even be an… addiction? in development? well it wouldn’t get nice for their mental health to get addicted to something now, but what can you do about it? nothing.

you lean away, he thinks you’re just getting air, but then you start kissing down his neck. oh his dear god yes please. open mouthed, wet and hot kisses at first that makes him let out a loud exhale, head tilting to the side in pleasure, not even consciously.

the second your teeth graze his neck, when you start lightly nibbling on him, he gets goosebumps so visible, running down his arms. he shivers, arches, gets so hard in his pants.

“ah, fuck…”

you take his encouragement and do it again, nibbling on his neck, then going up and sucking gently under his ear.

his skin is so sensitive, so reactive. every little bite makes him twitch and whimper and smile and squirm around. the thought of rubbing your hip(that he’s still holding onto) crosses his mind, but then your tongue on his neck makes him moan and the thought of doing something for you too passes quickly.

he’s relieved someone is finally taking care of him for once. he’s so selfish. he’s under so much pressure. he deserves this. he deserves to be selfish. to have a pretty girl kissing his neck, and lower, soon.

you slide your hand down between your bodies and start rubbing him over his jeans. that’s what we meant by lower, soon. because he deserves this too.

he’s so hard. feels nice. you rub on him slowly, and binnie’s head falls back on the couch with a loud moan, hips pushing up into your hand.

he’s so responsive. every little squeeze or grope or stroke makes him turns his head around, eyes closed, blissed the fuck out. every time your teeth graze his skin he moans. he’s so hard it has to hurt.

you nibble on his neck, finding a what looks like a pretty sensitive spot.

“please don’t stop.” he breathes. “i… i really need you tonight…”

“i’ve got you. just relax.” and he does. he melts under your hands, moaning softly. “can i take your pants off, changbin?”

he nods so fast. “yeah, please, you can take everything off if you want.”

he looks down at you undoing his belt with huge eyes, you’re doing better with this belt than you were with hyunjin’s, it’s away in a second. button, zipper next. his cock basically calling your name.

he lifts his hips when you get to actually pulling things down. when you start tugging the jeans down only, he grabs his boxers himself and pushes down those too. oh, look at that, a cock. hello. his hands are shaking a little as he pushes them down his thick thighs.

hm. shaved for you. he looks nice. exactly what you’d expect from a short buff asian man. so a fat dick, basically. maybe around five inches, and holy the girth.

you wrap your hand around it. mhm, yeah, approved. his balls hang nicely too. a great package in general, looks like it would stretch you open so fucking good.

you hum softly in approval(that hits his heart so good). start stroking him as much as you can with no anything lubricanting involved.

changbin’s head falls back on the couch again with a moan, mouth open, eyes closing. “ahh, fuck… your hand feels so good.”

he’s so unbelievably sensitive. you like that.

you let a little spit drip on him to work better, now your hand slides on, with the foreskin and not afraid anymore to yank it too hard(you’re always scared of hurting dicks accidentally like this, they look so fragile:( ), now every stroke makes his cock twitch. feels good, how hard the cute little thing is. men just having things hanging between their legs is so cute.

when you twist your wrist at the head he whimpers, hips jerking up into your hand, head falling forward. some pre leaks from the slit that you can work with, it’s nicer to pull the skin up and down and around with that. you spread the pre around with your fingers, rubbing slow circles over the so so so sensitive head.

“y/n— shit, you’re so good at this…” and he’s heard about it too and still didn’t expect you to be this good.

you two actually look so cute from the outside if we ignore how erotic it is. you stroking him, sitting next to him, looking down at his fat cock disappearing into your fist over and over. cuties. plus, you’re unbelievably good at this and you know it. you squeeze perfect on the upstroke, thumb pressing under the head on every pass, occasionally spitting into your hand to make it even wetter. now it starts to give sounds too. it’s blessing your ears.

so far, great sexual experience. you’re gonna start grading these guys. he’s doing best so far from them, kinda.

it’s even cuter from the outside pov that he’s absolutely losing his mind beside you. his head keeps falling back, then snapping forward again so he can watch your hand working him, then to the side to bear with the pleasure and the emotions that come from finally getting this by someone else. his mouth stays open, moans, whimpers, stomach flexing all the time, whole body of his so honestly reacting to what you’re doing for him.

you lean down and give the head a slow little lick, then another but now swirl your tongue around the fat tip, as long as you don’t pull it back into your mouth you won’t feel the taste so it’s fine.

changbin lets out a loud whine. yeah that’s it for not taking your tongue back into your mouth because now you want it too, so to start off with you take just the head into your mouth, sucking gently while your hand keeps stroking the (thick) shaft. your jaw stretches. so does your back, having to sit next to him(you scooted over a bit) and leaning down to suck him off. you bob your head slowly, taking a little more each time, while your hand works the rest of him.

changbin puts his hands into your hair, gathers all of it, then holds it up in a pony with one hand, the other going down to your back. no particular reason, that’s just where humans would usually put their hand.

you pull off with a pop, fuck it sounds so hot it makes his tummy flip, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock, and look up at him while you stroke him fast. “you’re so thick.” you murmur. “feels so good in my hand.”

he brings up the hand on your back to cover his lower face with, lower arm over his chin. part insecure about it, part just normally being affected by your words. “don’t say that i’ll cum too fast…”

you smile and lean back down, taking him deeper into your mouth, relaxing your throat so you can take more of him.

then you continue to suck him, bobbing your head, letting spit run down his shaft while only your fingers are around his base now. his moans pick up but louder.

it’s too easy. he’s so reactive, so sensitive, making him feel good is the easiest so far. an assistant’s job is to help, right? and right now changbin really, really needs help.

he’s also a natural in holding your hair back, so good at it, not pulling, not pushing your head down, just holding your hair in a loose little ponytail so it doesn’t get in the way. his grip moves with your head, picked the rhythm up you’re stroking him with.

oh he’s the male ever. but also, you struggle. your jaw starts to hurt after just a few minutes of sucking something this thick. the muscles burn, your lips feel stretched and sore and big, and everytime you take him deeper(which he always rewards with a little whine) you gag. your nose runs a little. your eyes water.

you have to pull back sometimes just to breathe, gasping, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock while you stroke him with a slick hand. at least the smell of dick is not that strong in this position. well, you gladly deal with any men’s cock and balls smell if he’s hot enough, and changbin is hot enough, but still your nose having fresh air in it makes this a much better experience.

he doesn’t mind you stopping, if anything that’s what makes this perfect. helps him last longer too. always gives him a little time to breathe and turn his head around.

and he feels wanted. he feels desired. he feels like a man. he can barely think. could not care less about you stopping a few times because you need it.

he doesn’t taste particularly good. your throat constricts, trying to keep out whatever the fuck you’re shoving down on it now. you gag, an ugly gluck, spit runs down his shaft and over his pretty balls. his eyes roll back at the sound of that. your jaw hurts. your neck is starting to hurt from the angle. your eyes are watering so badly tears run down your cheeks.

but you push through, relaxing your throat as best you can, crossing your toes and whatever else tips you’ve heard for killing a gag reflex, taking him until your nose presses to his skin. there we go.

you gag. pull back, swallow around him. his whole body moves, arches, reacts above you. you circle your tongue around the fat head. he whimpers. you stroke the thick base with your slick hand while sucking the head. he throws his head back and humps his hips up.

you pull off for a bit to breathe, gasping, panting, coughing and every other colleague, strings of spit and precum connecting your chin to his cock.

you look up at him, your pretty eyes wet and red and tears running down from them, lips big, shiny, while your hand keeps stroking him.

it’s intimate, how he stares down at you.

the eye contact, in general.

his pretty face is red in the cheeks, lips parted, eyes half lidded(hottest thing a man can do with his eyes) as he stares down at you. his luring chest is moving fast, nipples hard and poking his shirt.

“you’re… you’re incredible.” he whispers. that was the only word he could find in this state really, and he’s right, you’re no less than incredible.

“thank you.” you take him back into your mouth, sucking harder this start.

your jaw is really starting to ache now, your throat hurts, but you keep bobbing your head, stroking the base or massaging his balls(oh that’s new, he closes one eye at that, grimaces in pleasure, and his eyes roll back).

his hand in your hair pulls, not even conscious that he’s doing it, holding your head in place as his hips start fucking into your mouth. not like, fucking, just tiny little pumps. because he’s so close.

and you’re going to let him cum. because that’s what good assistants do. they help. assist.

yeah he didn’t last long. you didn’t expect him to, though. his moans turn louder, higher, sweeter. “y/n, ahh— i’m— i’m gonna— fuck—”

changbin’s whole perfect body locks up, back arching off the fucking couch as he cries out the longest moan he has probably ever made. his eyes are closed in focus on his body, brows furrowed, his hips jerking up in tiny little thrusts as ropes of cum shoot on your tongue.

the taste is bearable. not as bad as chan’s or hyunjin’s was, you managed to swallow their loads too, but changbin’s is easier. you don’t have to gag it up here or hold anything back, it’s a little bitter but you can swallow it while still sucking on now just the head.

he keeps moaning through it. it’s so cute. his balls pulse visibly in your hand, contracting with each shot, emptying everything he’s been holding in for god knows how long.

when it ends he slumps back on the couch. chest moving fast, eyes closed(means he trusts you), lips open, trying to catch his breath, to adjust to the brutal orgasm he had.

you pull off slowly, swallowing what’s left in your mouth, gently stroke him through the aftershocks until he whines softly from the overstimulation, his hips squirming around.

then you stop, sit up straight, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, looking at his pretty face.

he opens his eyes. looks in front of himself. breathes. looks back at you with big eyes. dazed. “thank you. seriously. i don’t even know what to say.”

you lean in and kiss his cheek softly. even that’s professional from you and he can feel it, holy shit. “mm, you’re welcome.”

how that little kiss makes his heart react.

he laughs a little, shy, embarrassed, rubbing his face with both hands. “i lasted like… two minutes. i’m so sorry.”

“don’t be. i didn’t expect you to. you’ve been really stressed.”

and see how much nicer it is to talk to him? the others should sit down with notebooks and start writing.

“you’re really good at this. really. thank you.”

you chuckle(it’s a good technique, giving him only that) and stand up, stretching your legs. your jaw aches. your throat hurts like he poured boiling water down on it. okay that’s maybe an exaggeration, but anyways, for some reason you feel satisfied. just like when you were with chan for the first time. the second time with him, hyunjin an jeongin, weren’t satisfying at all. hyunjin was hot but didn’t make you feel fulfilled, only grew your ego. jeongin? pffftt don’t even start.

“thanks. i’m gonna go drink some water real quick, okay? stay here.” you ask in such a pretty voice.

“yeah, of course. take your time.”

you go to the kitchen, get yourself a glass of just lukewarm water, sip it slowly, staring at the fridge.

this was much better than the other experiences you had so far. less… chaotic. he’s genuinely sweet, even if he’s still a selfish man underneath it all. they all are. they take and take and take, but at least changbin was a pleasant experience. he’s naturally like that, maybe, but he would still deserve this release if he wasn’t.

when you come back to the living room, he has pulled his boxers an jeans back up(didn’t bother with the belt but has his jeans buttoned) he hesitates, then asks shyly “um… can i… do something for you too? i really want to make you feel good. if you’ll let me. i’m down for anything.”

what the fuck? one of these eight selflessly offering something? you’re genuinely touched. this really made him bigger in your eyes, and the cherry on top was his i’m down for anything, you actually feel, what? respect? maybe.

but you shake your head anyway. “not tonight, i’m really tired. i should go home and sleep. but thank you for offering. that was really sweet of you.”

“yeah, of course. i understand.” he looks a little disappointed, the actual fuck, but nods, respectful. okay daddy???

and you can tell he means it. he wants to return the favor, not just because he thinks he should or he wants to get something out of it(“i’m down for anything” anything has just going down on you and not getting anything from it in it) but because he’s attracted to you.

and i’m boutta fall off my chair he even walks you to the door like a gentleman, your best experience of a man following you to this door so far khm khm hyunjin trying to get some khm khm, and changbin wishes you would’ve stayed longer.

“thank you y/n, uh, thank you, stay safe, bye, thank you.” oh he means it.

the way he closes the door after you step out is gentlemanly too.

another one down. best experience so far. (chan would be punching his pillow if he knew about this)

changbin feels incredibly lucky. like unbelievably. more lucky than anything. his brain is releasing lots of good shit right now, bonding him harder to you, making him feel chemistry. he feels lighter from the orgasm too. this came really good for him now.

he knows most men in his position never get this, a beautiful, competent, emotionally intelligent woman who sees them and him this disgusting and still chooses to comfort them with her body and her kindness without asking for anything in return.

you’re actually an impressive woman. not just for your sex skills, but also for how you perform the next day. like nothing happened. you’re so good.

that’s nothing to hyunjin though. in the morning the second you walk into the practice room he waves you over with two fingers(this bitch), takes his little iced coffee from your hand. you always come with his iced coffee.

“morning, y/n.” he says, taking a sip. “you look tired. late night?” he stands next to you, both of you watching the other boys and some staff fuck around in the room, shoulder to shoulder without the shoulders actually touching, but really it’s because he doesn’t let you go. so he’s looking around the room, breathtaking. he smells good, expensive, luxury.

“mm.” you have minho’s coffee in your hand too, but he’s not here yet. “went to sleep just fine.”

“really? you’ve been busy lately.” he murmurs, looking around to make sure no one’s listening too closely. “helping a lot of people, huh?”

you just smile sweetly. “that’s my job.”

he huffs, a tiny little laugh, oh he wants you bad.

chan looks over at you. gives you an awkward hand raise. you wave back. hyunjin whistles next to you, seeing it. oh you want to hit him. but maybe… maybe in the playful smacking way now and not actually to death with a microphone.

meanwhile chan’s big mind is all why him and not me? why did you let jeongin inside you? it’s torturing him. poor thing.

changbin… acts really casual, good job baby. he’s a great actor. hyunjin standing next to you can’t even tell that anything happened last night at the very couch he sometimes beats his meat on.

he notices that changbin keeps looking at you with these grateful, almost lovesick eyes, but thinks it’s just a crush or whatever. sees that changbin wants to talk about something, assumes it’s for work.

oh his eye does twitch at jeongin giving you an enthusiastic little wave, though. also twitches at how sweetly you wave back. ugh, calm down, lovebirds. (you two are not even close, hyune)

later through he day even he’s not the only one fed up with jeongin being on your dick. han actually had to step in once with a “bro, come on, stop. sorry y/n.” but they love jeongin. so they tolerate it.

and it makes you bigger in their eyes, how you don’t react much, stay as professional.

okay now you got these four. already had four of these dicks in you, great.

and when i say the other staff has been noticing some shit. because the boys getting used to you isn’t subtle or in development anymore, how could it be? eight grown ass men, millionaires, grown fucking adults with international lives suddenly getting all close and friendly with their assistant.

for an example, you’re standing around checking shit for the boys when minho comes up to you, hums as a greeting, oh he loves to hear how formally you always (have to) greet him back, and he wraps both arms around your right one, and leans his entire weight on you. like a little standing up nap. you’re holding him up.

some older female staff walks by, does a double take, you give her a tired little shrug like what can i do? minho closes his eyes. grown man.

let’s not even mention the han bounce him incident.

or felix, because they know they can let themselves get comfortable with you and the staff’s job is to help them and not judge them so he’s supposed to do fuckwhat he wants, during something you have to watch over he walks up behind you, puts his chin on your shoulder, arms around your waist, sighs. “so tired.” he mumbles. stays like that for about ten minutes, silent, actually enjoying your body on his without the sexual way(though that’s why he came), later gets bored and wanders off. knows that other people from the outside view it as platonic.

other people also see how clingy jeongin is when you’re there, or helping him with something. ever since you fucked him he’s been unbearable. when you stand up to throw seungmin’s trash away jeongin tells you “don’t go far.” grown man. the other staff keep exchanging looks. figure he got attached in a platonic way. pfftt.

and oh, ooh, OOOOH when hyunjin the little whore sat in your lap. acted like it was joking around, as if he sat in one of the other guys’ laps, that unserious, but the way he spread his thighs and leaned back on your chest and got sleepy told a different story. he stayed there for a while, wiggling occasionally, until you finally pushed him off. pushed the guy off who’s dick you had in your mouth. let’s consider that you, someone this low compared to them, have the knowledge that you can push them around and no negative consequences will come meanwhile staff are supposed to obey to anything, is a huge word. you made this spot for yourself.

chan is not that touchy in front of people, thank fuck. so the staff has no business seeing any signs of attachment on him. that’s great.

changbin stops following you on the halls. no negative reason for that, absolutely not, it’s actually positive, he’s a little nervous. little bitch. you just sucked his dick so good that he’s thinking about you lots nowadays. doesn’t mean he completely doesn’t interact with you, like during one break he rested his head on your shoulder while pretending to look at your tablet, what you were doing on it. awww, okay binnie. but still, for now he’s still a little shy. like how does he even keep up a long conversation with you after that??

and oh seungmin hugged you after a bad day. not a quick little hug that would be like a bro hug with the others. more of a colleague hug, but he still wanted your body on his. he came back from a solo whatnot looking drained, saw you in the hallway, walked up, mumbled a hi, wrapped his skinny arms around you, face buried in your shoulder.

you hugged him back, rocked, bounced him a little. you’re good at this too.

and… people don’t usually hug him like that, adult people don’t usually hug like that, we’ve grown out of it, of giving these comforting hugs with the bouncing and rocking that we give to upset children, so it felt extra nice to him, extra comforting.

he held you tight for a while before pulling away and muttering “thanks” and raised his hand to another staff member walking past after he left you there. his dick is important to him but so is physical reassurance.

separation anxiety. not just from each other, they’ve always had that, years of shared trauma and just getting along in general and whatnot, but now it’s spreading to you. you make them feel safe in their skins. you don’t judge, you don’t demand, you help. you let them be what they can’t be to the public. so now they get… twitchy when you’re not in sight.

they need you, and that’s cute. or well, way cuter than the way they dgaf about your feelings.

the other staff have started with the “did you see how close she got with stray kids?” “han was in her lap again. bouncing. he’s twenty five.” “hyunjin rested his elbow on her shoulder, is he even allowed to do that?” “jeongin is on y/n all the time.” “what’s with the new assistant and bang chan going into rooms all the time and him coming out looking weird? are they fucking?” they don’t understand it. but they don’t say anything, the boys are the money makers, the ones who pay everyone’s salaries. you catch some looks but who cares.

and fuck’s sake boys, this is a workplace. a high pressure, multibillion dollar company, right? and you let them live their needs out. now it’s not just them being inappropriate, you’re actively enabling it. you’re also in the fault here, not just the boys taking advantage of you, because you consciously let them.

it’s unprofessional, wrong, ethically. legally. morally. if this ever got out, the company would put it as you seducing them. you’d be the villain, the slutty assistant who corrupted her innocent idols. you’d get fired, a case of inappropriate relationship with staff, even though they’re the ones initiating.

you’re the only woman in their close circle, it’s a massive power imbalance. you’re paid to be here. they’re your bosses. you’re under them. they’re so bad here. you’re not a saint either, but c’mon, we can all see the level of where you stand on the inappropriate scale and where do they.

well, but who cares, you take dick! changbin has been really worked up about his turn lately too. he feels really good. and so full of feelings. and he can’t keep it to himself.

what does that look like? it looks like him sitting next to han in one of the recording rooms(well not the booth, at where the others watch the one currently recording, fuck knows what they’re called) starts with a “hey… uh. can i tell you something?”

han raises his eyebrows, sipping his drink with one hand, his phone in the other. “what’s up?”

changbin looks around, then mumbles “dude, uh—” how does he even get this out? “y/n sucked me off too.” smiling ear to ear btw. “like she… like she was at my place and…” imitates how he held your hair.

han freezes with his drink to his mouth. his eyes go big, face in a :o shape. “no way. wait. for real? really?”

“yeah.”

“bro.” he slaps changbin’s arm, grinning like the fucking dipshit he is. “how was it? was she good? i’m so jealous it hurts. good for you, man. seriously. tell me everything.”

tell him everything he did.

then lix. both sitting on the floor against a wall, talking, tells him that “y/n gave me head. when hyune was gone, it was amazing.”

the smirk felix smirks. “no shit? really?” when binnie nods, lix leans his head back against the wall, smiling. “keep me updated, yeah? i’m happy for you, bro. how’d it feel?”

he gets it detailed too. oh they’re just giggling the fuck around.

he gets a “hm. nice.” from seungmin. a “what? congrats.” from minho. an excited “that’s awesome.” from jeongin. hyunjin didn’t even mind it, he kinda did the same thing, needed all details though. and then a “she did?” from chan paired with a big smile and a clap on bin’s shoulder with a “thanks for telling me.”

chan has to throw up.

only if you knew what you do to him, only if he fucking communicated.

changbin deals relatively good with what he got from you. for hyunjin, it just tied him to you more. chan, oh we know, it created this tension between you two. he wants you again. badly. he wants you the way innie had you(little shit told every single detail, but so did chan about his own turn, hyunjin, changbin), using him for your own pleasure too. he wants to feel wanted like that. he wants to be inside you so fucking bad it’s making him stupid. like actually sets him back during the day. but anyways, the point of this, is how jeongin didn’t take it well.

well, he took it very well, but that’s where the problem comes from. good boys wait and respect women, that’s what he has been always told. but… that’s just not him, is it? after having you and not currently being with you when you’re close to him and the boys, like you come to ask chan something and jeongin immediately stands up and stands next to you, anyways, then every few minutes he zones out and thinks of you on top of him, tits out, pussy sliding up and down his cock. he blushes randomly. he giggles to himself. he gets hard randomly and has to hide behind his hoodie.

his brain is pretty much “it wasn’t that bad, right? she wanted it. she was helping me. it’s not like i forced anything. god probably understands stress relief…” then forgets all about it he now knows what you feel like from the inside. well, kinda. condom. but he did have his face swimming in you, if that counts!

you don’t have any problems with this. oh even better, some people above you tell you that your salary has been raised. like significantly. it’s a fat raise. effective immediately.

fuck yes. fuck yes. fuck YES. all that dick sucking, ass spreading, patience is finally paying off in actual money. you deserve every single won. you’ve earned it.

and you don’t know this but some of the boys themselves made that happen. like chan. he made sure the higher ups knew how great you were. how hard you worked.

and, you won’t believe it, even hyunjin put in good words. but like… without anyone knowing. but take the fact that that evil little brat actually said something nice about you behind your back. duality of man, he still wants you bad but he also acknowledged that you make their lives easier. that you’re good at your job. maybe there’s a tiny human somewhere deep in there after all. okay there is a tiny human, who’s been hurt so much by the world already. that’s partly why you can never stay mad at him for long.

and… and minho was in it too. he said some good things when higher people asked how the new assistant was doing.

now that we’re at the hyunjin topic. kinda few nights after bin told him that you sucked him off too, they’re both at their dorm. the irritated situation faded by now, kinda.

anyways, they’re talking, hyunjin is on the couch, asks changbin “so where did she suck you off anyway?”

changbin points to the exact spot on the couch right next to where hyunjin got sucked off by you. “right there.”

hyunjin stares at the couch. then at changbin. then back at the couch. “you’re fucking kidding me.”

“what?”

hyunjin stands up, grabbing changbin in a headlock. “you little shit—on the same fucking couch? i’ll kill you.” average i’ll kill you user. update your boy vocabulary, hyunjin.

changbin laughs, trying to squirm away. “yah— stop— it just happened—”

they start choking each other the fucking dumbasses. rolling around on the couch which you’ve been on twice now, servicing different members.

that’s exactly why hyunjin just feels so… ugh. ugh. uuugghhghg!!!

he wants you now.

or more likely, next day. well, leaves you alone for most of the start of the day(except when you give him his morning coffee) all that until lunch.

the second he’s done eating his little whatever what makes him healthy, he stands up and goes to you. you, who doesn’t even eat fucking lunch because you don’t have the time to. and when you would have time, seungmin start screeching for something.

so, you’re as usual standing up and at your fucking work, just left your boys there they’re about to finish eating anyway, walking into a smaller little hallway to get to something. doesn’t even matter what, just that while you’re getting it, hyunjin walks up, leans one shoulder on the wall. stops and watches you.

“y/n. come over this afternoon.”

you look up at him. “this afternoon? hyunjin, you finish late today. you have that—”

“i’ll leave early. they won’t care. i’ll say i’m not feeling well. just… come over. please.”

his eyes are doing all the work. he’s learned how to use them. the little tilt of his head, the way his voice moves, he all learned to do this. he’s so fucking good at this.

you sigh. “it’s the middle of the day. people will notice if you dip.”

“let them notice.” he mutters. “i need you. now. not tonight. not later. just come over.”

his hand brushes your waist, light. okay, wait, hyunjin, unprofessional. stop.

“hyunjin, this is really not the time. this is one of the days that are completely full.”

those eyes. he’s an unfair little cunt. “please, y/n. i’m not asking for the whole night. just… an hour. two. i’ll leave and meet you at the dorm. it’ll just be us.”

i’ll just be us.

you hesitate.

“please don’t make me beg in the hallway.” he whispers. whispers. fuck he won.

humans are just mammals at the end of the day. advanced, self aware, language using mammals, all civilized and moral and evolved, but take away the suits and the contracts and the million dollars and we’re still animals. primates. things with the same basic want as every other creature that’s ever walked this planet. and what do mammals want more than anything? to fuck. to reproduce. to pass on their genes. that’s older than language, older than culture, older than shame.

every living thing wants to reproduce. bacteria split, flowers bloom and get pollinated, dogs hump legs, birds do dances, all of it with the same goal, to continue the species. humans are the only ones who turned it into something for pleasure, something that feels good even when it won’t make a baby. but still, we want to have sex as much as everything else does.

fuck. feel good. connect. release.

these boys have been denied that fucking basic need for years. constant training, diets, cameras in their faces, people watching their every move, dorms where privacy is a myth.

they’re young healthy males in their physical prime, and their bodies can’t get what it needs. of course they’re obsessed with you. of course they’re pushy and needy and disgusting.

their biology is fighting their environment.

now hyunjin especially. he’s sensitive under allat attitude. he feels everything deeply. and he got a taste of real, uncomplicated pleasure, your mouth, your body, how you let him be selfish, he needs it more now than he did the first time you sucked him off because his body, his mind, remembers how good it felt. how for a few minutes he wasn’t an idol, he was just a man getting his dick sucked.

he’s a mammal who found a safe source of dopamine and oxytocin. of course he’ll want that all the time now.

“fine.” you say quietly. defeated in your tone. “text me when you leave. but only for a couple hours, i mean it.” aren’t you the assistant here? who are you to tell him what to do?

he doesn’t seem to mind though. he smiles. it’s pretty. “thank you.”

he steps back, gives you one last long look, fucking buys you right there, and walks away. midday fuck negotiated.

he really wants to take you back to the dorm in his car but even he isn’t that stupid. getting caught with his assistant slipping into the passenger seat in the middle of the afternoon would be career suicide. so he waits. texts you about two hours later, needy little shit.

hyunjin: come over now. i left. door’s unlocked. just walk in.

you do, still wearing your work clothes, bag slung over your shoulder, drop it off next to the door too. hyunjin’s there, leaning on the wall in home clothes(what he wants to seem like home clothes, so a black hoodie, gray sweats, hair messy but he really made his hair stand like this because when he’s actually comfy at home then his whole head is flat and he’s in underwear only. performative dickhead)

he watches you take your shoes off with this stupid little smile on his face with his eyebrows raised. he can’t take you seriously anymore. you’re just… cute. like aw you’re taking your shoes off, what else big girl things can you do?? sweetpea.

that’s why the second you’re fully upright he’s on you, grabs your face with both hands and kisses you hard.

and even with chan you hesitated to kiss. you didn’t kiss the other two either. and that was for a very good reason.

even though he forced himself on you, you kiss back, because he’s good at it. because you want it. because he tilts your head exactly how he wants, sucking on your bottom lip, then licking into your mouth, wanting to taste you. wanting to taste his assistant.

his body presses you forward, pushing you back until you’re on the wall. almost like he tries to physically force you to want him as much as he wants you right now.

it works.

damn he knows how to kiss. slow deep strokes of his tongue, little bites on your lip, tilts his head to get even deeper.

“mmh—” you make that sound into his lips, surprised at how fast he’s moving.

while he’s still kissing you, tongue fucking your mouth while you two could be getting down to it already because you have to get back, one of his hands leaves your face, down your body, cups your pussy over your jeans, and squeezes. gropes.

you pull back from the kiss with a gasp. “h— slow the fuck down, dude—”

hyunjin laughs on your mouth, lips brushing yours as he keeps rubbing you over your jeans, now looking into your eyes.

with big, shining, beautiful eyes.

“why?” he murmurs, his lips drop the uptilt. he looks serious. “you came here for this, didn’t you? don’t act shy now.”

he kisses you again. trying to make you soak through the denim, moving his fingers, really groping into you. his tongue is back in your mouth, licking and sucking, smiling into you when you… oh fuck off y/n, why are you humping his hand??

he feels a lot because of that, because of you. feels a lot in general. relief that you came, frustration that he had to wait, greed now that he finally has you in his palm. he’s so hard already.

part of you is annoyed at how fast he’s moving, how entitled he is, how he thinks he can just summon you in the middle of the day and grope you. but really, he doesn’t just think it, because he’s right. but of course the other part is for liking how bad he wants you. how desperate he is. how this beautiful, famous, rich, sensitive boy needs you now and you have him like this.

so you kiss him back, biting his lip, and he moans into your mouth.

he wants to bend you over their couch so the legacy goes on, wants to hear you moan for him, wants to prove he’s better than the others. he wants everything for himself.

this of course goes back to being better than other men. dick comparing is something no man can really shake off, no amount of evolution will get rid of that for us. so it’s not just his needs and traumas calling for you, but also his dumb little man mindset. hyunjin is a man.

but underneath all that lustful asshole football watcher behavior is that he’s scared. scared you like them more, scared you’re not a forever thing, not because he likes you, but because he likes his dick and his dick’s important to him. this is all just being selfish. so he kisses you to make you stay with him, trying to be good enough, desperate enough, pretty enough, that you’ll keep coming back to him.

“missed you.” he mutters.

oh?

he squeezes you again but harder, leans in to bite your bottom lip, then pulls away. “gonna fuck you today, y/n.”

this asshole. this prick. this heartless evil cunt.

also the dickhead that you let pick you up.

yeah hyunjin slides his hands under your thighs, lifts you off the floor, and you wrap your legs around his waist. not a thought crosses your mind. none of them has ever done this to you yet. he even carries you down the short hallway to his room(okay that makes sense why other reason would he pick you up for if not to carry you somewhere). breathing hard into your mouth, groan, growl, finally having you in his arms is both relief and rage.

why the fuck are you attracted to him?

who cares, he kicks his bedroom door open, carries you inside, drops you onto his bed. you bounce once on the mattress, looking up at him. you look so good.

he turns around, walks back to the door, shuts it. the sound itself is intimate.

then he’s back, crawling up the bed like a predator, trying to ignore the feeling of his boner, and when he’s hovering over you, he kisses you again.

his body lowers onto yours, chest pressing to your tits, hips settling between your spread thighs. you’re into the kiss too, lips sucking, little moans coming from his throat into your mouth and neck. your body is reacting to him even while your brain is calling him every name in the book.

he bites your bottom lip, then soothes it with his tongue, then presses lots of fast little smooches on your mouth before kissing it lovingly. fuck his ass where did he learn that from.

he wants to feel your nipples harden right in his palm, only fantasizes about it for now, though. for some reason he doesn’t have any sense of urgency when it comes to sex.

even though he’s so hard it has to hurt.

his hands go down, gripping your ass, really having a grip on you to pull you up to his hips, to his cock so he can grind into you. he uses you. his breathing is ragged, little moans slipping out between kisses, he can’t hold them back.

he wants you so bad. he wants to be inside you. he wants to hear your noises.

you tug his hair. he groans, hips stopping, smiling into the kiss.

but he’s hard and impatient, doesn’t want to waste precious seconds he could be using to get you naked. his hands are moving down to your shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons. he yanks at the fabric, pops a couple buttons in his rush, fighting the material off your shoulders, it’s keeping him from what he wants. he’s actually violent.

you help him a little, shrugging it off.

then he’s at your bra, unhooks it(needs both hands, the baby) pulls it down your arms, and when your tits are out, bare and heavy in your boss’s room, his eyes actually change. you watch his reaction, how he smacks his mouth a tiny tiny bit, how his eyebrows drop, how unclear his pretty eyes are. he stares like he’s never seen tits before, and he’s seen lots.

he fights himself up in a comfortable position to grope your tits. squeezes, hard, enjoys how his palms are full of flesh, whining a little at how your nipples do harden in the middles of his palms.

he’s rough. not cruel on purpose, just so fucking eager and horny that he doesn’t notice how hard he’s handling you. his fingers dig in, kneading, pulling, pushing your tits together. it hurts, but you’re here for work anyway. this is your job(def not).

his hands can barely leave your tits so that he can go down and undo, yank your pants down your hips with rough tugs, dragging your panties with them. just pulls, forces until they’re off your legs. and then he reaches down and tugs your socks off too, one by one, tossing them somewhere behind him.

“better.” he mutters.

so you’re naked now. completely. lying on his bed with your legs slightly spread while he kneels between them, still fully dressed, staring at your pussy.

he looks like someone ripped his hair and yanked his head around.

he grabs your thighs and yanks them apart so hard your hips lift off the bed for a second. leans down, spits on your pussy, then buries his face in it. shakes his head around like a dog with a toy. no focus on making you feel good, just rubs his whole face in your wetness, tongue flapping around in you, nose grinding against your clit, lips sucking randomly at your folds.

he thinks it feels good for you. it doesn’t. it’s just overwhelming, too much pressure in random places, his tongue missing your clit more than it hits it.

but you moan anyway, soft, sweet, because that’s what he needs right now. you’re here to help. you’re here to let him feel like a man.

after about a minute he pulls back, breathing hard, lips shiny with you. he looks fucking wild again like he has fucking rabies, then… goes soft again. not gentle exactly, but charming. he crawls up your body, hovering over you, and kisses you.

“you’re so pretty like this.” he murmurs into your mouth, hand sliding down to cup your pussy again, now his fingers slipping through the wet mess left there. “you missed this too, didn’t you? missed me.” he’s nice because he wants to be nice, this is on purpose. “c’mon, look.”

that look was for how he helps you move, gentle???, pulling you up, you’re fucking speechless, guiding you onto your knees, pulling your ass up to him.

he runs his hands over your back, down the curve of your spine, then grips your ass and spreads you open, staring, looking around, getting to know you there.

you arch your back a little more, pushing your ass toward him, letting him look. if you’re here, might as well go along with it.

hyunjin moans behind you, hands spreading you wider, deciding where to start.

shit. you’re really letting this prick hit.

“hm? no condom?” he asks, his eyes all up in your pussy.

“condom.”

he sighs. “seriously?”

“yes, seriously.”

he makes an annoyed little sound but obeys. slaps your ass once, hard, childish, then climbs off the bed.

you stay on your knees, ass up, listening to him rummage through one of his drawers, slap shit around.

“where the fuck did i put them…” he mutters, opening and closing drawers. “i swear i had some right here.”

you turn your head, cheek on the sheets, watching him. he’s so pretty.

“check the that drawer again. no, that one. the top one. you probably threw them in there since didn’t need it jerking off last night.”

hyunjin snorts, digging. “shut up. i don’t jerk off that much.”

“sure you don’t.”

he finds the box finally, shakes it triumphantly. “got them. see? i’m prepared.”

“woow.” in the flattest voice ever.

he laughs, walking back to the bed. on the way he reaches out and caresses your ass with one hand. and that’s not even about the it’s not about you mindset, he genuinely just wanted to do that for you. he finds you sweet, after all. you gained his respect and his liking towards you.

he climbs back on the bed, yanks his shirt over his head in with one hand, tossing it somewhere. his pants and underwear next, shoved down his thighs and kicked off. the socks stay on.

he pumps his cock once, twice, slow, genuinely just lazy, just again no sense of urgency, watching your ass. then he tears open the condom packet and rolls it on, giving it a few strokes too.

“happy now?” he asks with fake annoyance as he settles behind you again.

“ecstatic.”

he laughs and slaps your ass again. “good.”

he lines himself up, pretty head pressing into your entrance, fucks the tip only in two or three times, then pushes in slowly.

bottoms out with a long, satisfied moan, putting his hands on your love handles. there we go.

he’s skinny but longer than you remembered from your mouth. makes your eyes shut and your mouth fall open in a little o. he feels better than he did in your throat. deeper. fuller.

you moan. he’s good, feels good.

what is hyunjin if not an impatient little bitch though, he adjusts his grip on your hips and starts fucking you.

“that’s it.” he mutters, clapping his hips with yours.

you two are, even if not always seriously, half the time kinda just playfully, but always at each other’s throats. yet the second he’s inside you, your bodies just work. he fits. the angle is perfect. the way he moves feels so good, you’re getting fucking goosebumps.

his hips snaps to your ass, his pretty cock dragging in and out of you, rough, uncontrolled. hits so good but it’s all about his pleasure. everytime he bottoms out you feel his smooth balls slap your clit. he’s so deep it almost hurts, makes your eyes roll back.

you’re moaning. actually moaning. not the ones you give the others to stroke their egos, this dumb fuck’s cock actually makes you act like this. you’re drooling a little, that’s how good it feels.

hyunjin is too focused to give more sounds that his loud breathing and little moans tome to time. just chasing his own pleasure.

“fuuuuck. mhm, mhm, yeah.” okay hyunjin.

his hips go harder, faster, the sound of skin on skin getting louder, snappier. you’re moaning into his sheets, pussy fluttering around his long cock. it missed him too. the chemistry is insane between you two, disgustingly.

his low, breathy groans turn into these pretty whimpers slowly. soft little “ah— ahh—” everytime he bottoms out. he feels so good, you make him feel so good.

it’s so fucking animal. hyune’s back is straight as a rod, shoulders rolled back, head fallen forward so his messy hair hangs in his eyes. he uses your handles to handle and pull you back onto his cock with every brutal thrust. selfish, grunting, a man.

the sound of his hips slapping on your ass fills the room. rhythmic, obscene, is the right word. porn like.

you’re melting away. your face is pressed into his sheets, mouth open, eyes unfocused at how he slams his pretty cock into you over and over. you feel just as good as he does, makes your spine give up and fall into his hands better, melt with hyunjin.

heavenly sounds come from hyunjin. groans, breathy whimpers, little gasps, moans. he’s so bitchy and pretty and almost vulnerable. he’s letting himself feel how good you are.

he feels like the fucking king. hwang hyunjin, the visual, the untouchable pretty boy, the one everyone wants but no one really gets close to, balls deep in his own assistant. his employee. the powerimbalance is hitting every single button he has. you’re beneath him in the hierarchy. you work for him. and you’re letting him fuck you the middle of the day because he asked.

it makes him feel better. it makes him feel desired, not how the cameras or fans or fans do, because that’s all fake, and this is real. human in human. sex.

and you just calmed him down. hyunjin is calm. you, just again, made an idol forget about his soul crushing problems.

you, just again, are the best.

he adjust his grip your hips, pulls you back onto his cock with every thrust, watching how your ass ripples, how your pussy slips around his length, how you’re dripping for him. his ego is swelling bigger than his dick. it’s toxic. it’s ugly. it’s human nature. it’s exactly what he needs to feel like a man instead of just a pretty face.

he speeds up. fast. selfish. his hips snap against your ass with wet slaps. he loves to listen to it, to chase it, your pussy, the way you flutter and squeeze around him, the way your moans get higher and breathier.

his cock feels amazing inside you. reached deep, hitting such good spots. your eyes are rolling back you’re so glad you took this job.

he’s leaking so much into the condom it might just pop. but would that be so bad? yours and his genes together into some deadbeat asshole baby? why not, actually.

his sounds are fucking heavenly. now all his little sounds are moans, not anything else. that pretty voice of his, what he can do almost everything with, now is just animal noises as he fucks you, fills you. it tells you without words how good you feel, how he never wants to stop.

your arms are shaking, barely holding you up. your mouth is open, drooling onto his sheets, soft desperate moans coming from it.

you’re not even trying to perform anymore like you did with all of them until now, you’re just taking it. that’s what you’re good for.

here, with you, he doesn’t have to be perfect. he can be mean. he can be selfish. he can be desperate and loud and pathetic and you still let him.

he gives all of his into fucking you. like he would go faster but he can’t. it’s physically impossible, his hips are pounding to your ass, cock dragging perfectly along your walls, balls slapping on your skin, his endlessly skilled hands pulling you back(fuck it feels so good) to get the most of you he can.

his body is saying everything for him.

and neither of you has any fucking clue that while hyunjin is lost in the feeling of you, head fallen forward, back now hunched a bit, and you’re you’re melting into the mattress as this animal fucks you, the front door clicks open.

keys jingle. shoes get kicked off.

changbin steps inside.

he stops. are those… your shoes? right next to the door. and… your bag? the fuck?

he listens. hears the moaning. hyunjin’s, mostly, but yours too. softer. the unmistakable sound of someone getting fucked.

oh how your voice makes his tummy flip.

he stands there. mouth slightly open. face going through about fifteen emotions in three seconds.

…fuck’s sake.

hyunjin doesn’t hear a thing. he’s too deep in his own head, to deep in you.

he locks up. his hips stutter as he tries to instinctively pump his cum into you, up, up, up, but the condom stops that from happening.

“ahh, fuck— yeah! ahh…”

he buries himself deep one last time and stays there. he’s satisfied, relieved, the weeks of frustration are finally draining out of him.

he gives your ass one hard slap, mutters a “fuck yeah” then pulls out.

just like that.

he peels the condom off, ties it, gets up, throws it in some trash, then starts pulling his clothes back on.

no aftercare, mind you.

you’re still on your knees, ass up, pussy throbbing and aching and empty.

you were close. actually close.

you sigh, so tired, and start dressing too. whatever. you’re not about to touch yourself in hyunjin’s room. not today.

“thanks.” he says. “needed that.”

“hm.” you button your shirt, fix your hair in the mirror. your pussy is still wet and just soooo frustrated, clit throbbing, but you shove it down. professional. always professional.

hyunjin pulls his hoodie back on, his boner had gone down too, and gives you one last look. “bye.” with a little wave.

fuck’s sake. this dickhead. you mutter a bye out too, then leave. get your shoes, your bag, no idea that binnie came home since thqt.

a couple minutes pass.

hyunjin sighs, does that dipshit thing men do where they slap both of their thighs before standing up and acting like it’s hard, then walks into the kitchen, opens the fridge, and grabs one of his fuckass little straw drinks. imagine some overpriced vitamin water with a bright pink straw. really the cherry on top. he stabs the straw in, takes a sip, and closes the fridge door.

then changbin walks in.

silence.

changbin stops in the doorway. hyunjin stops midsip. their eyes meet.

they both know. changbin knows hyunjin just fucked you in the room right down the hall. hyunjin knows changbin knows. changbin knows hyunjin knows that changbin knows.

hyunjin raises both eyebrows slowly, then walks to changbin, but really just to walk past him. while walking past, hyunjin claps bin on the shoulder lighty, still loudly sipping his stupid little drink through the stupid little straw with a sluuuuuurp.

changbin stands there, staring in front of himself.

hyunjin walks into his room, orgasm achieved, shared assistant cracked, dresses up, gets his shit, then leaves. goes back to work.

you both do. fucking professionalism at its finest. you’re an expert at acting like you weren’t bent over hyunjin’s bed getting your soul fucked out less than an hour ago. hyunjin is fresh and glowing and annoying as ever, waving at everyone. oh bitch please.

but he doesn’t even glance at you more than normal. professionalism. you appreciate that.

when he needs water he says “y/n” in the exact same tone as always. when you hand it to him he takes it with a “thanks” and nothing more. it’s impressive how well both of you are acting.

so good that the others don’t suspect a thing. well, you didn’t notice them do, but maybe mainly because jeongin was following you around.

you catch hyunjin’s eye once across the practice room. he raises one eyebrow, then looks away like nothing happened. you go back to giving the others things. wipe minho’s sweat with a towel yourself.

the next day he already tells the others about it. during some break in one of the smaller practice rooms, while everyone’s sprawled on the floor drinking water and whatever they have to, hyunjin sitting against the wall, jeongin on his phone, han lying on his back staring at the ceiling and deep in his sad little thoughts, felix scrolling, he has a double chin it’s so adorable and hot, changbin is texting a friend, chan is staring in front of himself, so does minho but he’s drinking water while at it, and seungmin is also texting someone.

“oh yeah, by the way. yesterday afternoon me and y/n fucked.”

…

why is he an animal?

okay anyways han sits up with a “really?!”

jeongin’s head snaps up from his phone, the exact expression like from that clip where the others were saying peaches and he heard bitches or for whatever reason he acted like that then. “what?”

felix smiles ear to ear. “how?” which is their way of saying details, dude.

oh hyunjin loves this. mentally giggling and kicking his feet around. “from the back. i was like, invited her over, and she was immediately down for it—“ no you weren’t, you told him a hundred times that you two are busy. “—and i had her on all fours on my bed. y’know, i wrapped it up, she was moaning like crazy. it felt so good. it was—“ he leans forward, it pretty cute because all eight do with him, while he whispers “tight. she was tight. we fucked for like… an hour.” ten minutes max, hyune.

changbin is… staring at the floor, smiling. chan has his mouth open(he’s not upset about hyunjin fucking you. for some reason??). minho gives “mhm”s from time to time. seungmin audibly giggles. felix is leaning forward still, mouth open, smiling too. jeongin feels… something bad, or maybe good?, in his stomach, chest. han is staring with such huge eyes.

“i had her back arched so nice. she was moaning like ahh ahh—“ why is he fucking hilarious “—best fuck i’ve had in months. maybe ever.” he puts his hands up, then slaps them down on his thigh.

and the congratulations he gets. shoving, laughing, asking about details, slapping on him. why are men like this?

the thing is, only you actually (kinda) dislike hyunjin. only you hated him. he never hated you. he just looked down on you.

all of them did, at the beginning, we know that. they saw you as useful, sure, but not as a full person. not as a woman with her own thoughts and feelings and desires. you were convenient. reliable. there. as we clearly fucking know, hyunjin especially treated you like that.

it felt like hate to you because it was dismissive and mean. but to him it was just… normal. that’s what you deserved as a pretty female staff member. you weren’t on his level.

now he’s starting to actually perceive you. somewhere between the first blowjob and yesterday, he kinda got that you’re not just a warm hole, you’re a person. a woman. you’re funny. nice to be around.

and hyunjin is really sensitive. and like, he kinda knows that you saw the worst of him (the tantrums, the mean shit he threw at your head that he still very much thinks about) and you still let him fuck you. you still let him be a man.

he’s starting to like you. not just want you, like you. he especially really likes that you don’t beg for his attention but still give him yours. that you’re confident and in control. it turns him on.

he’s starting to see you as good company.

also, someone whose presence doesn’t drain him.

he’s starting to like you.

okay yeah, we talked a lot about jeongin following you and being on your dick metaphorically and sometimes literally trying to be, but how does that actually look like?

it looks like 10am, when you’re refilling the bottles of the boys who use bottles when jeongin stands next to you.

“hi y/n.”

“hi. you need something?”

“mmmm not really. no.”

you sigh, shove his bottle into his hand. “here. drink.”

“thanks.” manages to drink with two hands on the bottle. you watch the whole thing.

point of this was, he came to you with no idea what he wanted. no point of that conversation.

or you’re walking down the hallway carrying towels for the boys and jeongin fucking appears out of fucking nowhere, matching your pace.

“hey y/n.” he says, happy to see you. he glances left and right quickly, checking for staff, then steps a tiny bit closer. “you need help with those? they look heavy.” he tries to look manly.

“i’m good, thanks though.”

he nods, walks beside you, hands in his hoodie pocket, sneaking little looks at your face. his cheeks are pink.

then he tilts his head. left, right. pokes his mouth to the side. “you’ve been running around all day, don’t you get tired?” (that’s such a basic thing to say, well yes it is, it’s because he couldn’t think of anything better to say. just made the fastest small talk that came into his mind. we appreciate his effort though, keep it up, innie)

“sometimes. but it’s fine.”

he hums, then does that thing where he “accidentally” lets the back of his hand brush yours. he pulls it away fast when he hears footsteps ahead, every little touch, every minute of your attention feeds that new addiction in him.

the others are starting to get visibly irritated.

another time, during a long waiting period, you’re sitting on a couch, ordering something for seungmin because he shoved his card into your hand and asked you to do it(let’s not even talk about how much he trust you to give you his money like that) and jeongin sits down next to you. he looks around first, making sure noone is paying attention, then relaxes a little.

“long day, huh?” he says, again just having no idea what to say but really wanting to talk to you.

“yeah. you holding up okay?”

he shrugs. “better now.” okay flirt.

“i’m glad.” you’re not being dry on purpose, just staying professional.

by the way, you always being this calm and neutral towards them turns them on so much. makes you so hot in their eyes.

he nods, then sneaks his hand between you two on the couch, letting his pinky brush yours. it’s such a small touch but it’s rebellious for his career.

when someone walks past he pulls his hand back instantly, acting like he was just stretching. waits for your reaction. you, to not leave him hanging, raise your brows at him, and that’s it. oh he got what he wanted. well, what he really wants is probably a handy but he’s also satisfied with any microreaction.

or you’re waiting for the elevator and fuck’s sake jeongin walks up next to you, checking the hallway both ways before stepping closer.

“hey. you heading out soon?” he asks.

“yeah, after i drop these papers off.”

he nods, then after making sure the coast is clear, stands against the wall next to the elevator. “cool. um… i was thinking. maybe next time you come over we could watch something? not like… not like a date or anything. just… hang out.”

“mm, i’m not sure. not a no, just, y’know, i’m busy too.”

“okay. just thought i’d ask.” he mumbles, looking away, so trying to look nonchalant. “anyways, you sleep okay last night? you look… good. rested, i mean.” this asshole. insert that video back from years ago when the whole crowd slapped on their foreheads. (this)

“i slept fine. you?”

“yeah! i mean, kinda. kept thinking about… stuff. but it was good stuff.” he smiles shyly, then catches himself and looks around. you want to kick him he’s that pathetic.

he genuinely really just wants to have a good relationship with you now. wants you to like him.

“talk to you later?” he asks, hopeful.

“yeah, later.”

you’re so glad he didn’t go into the elevator with you, then there would be hellevator. just watch him go back to the others, stealing one last glance over his shoulder. you want to slap his head back forward.

this dumb bitch is going to get you fired one day. why is he like this? why are they all like this? you sucked his dick once and now he thinks you’re married. fucking dipshit.

and… jeongin doesn’t consciously think “y/n is my girlfriend.” but his instict is treating you like one, he’s treating you like one. you’re the person he wants to show off for, flexing his biceps because oh girls like that, telling you about his day, trying to look cool, the person he gets excited to see. and being near you makes the constant pressure, the fear of not being good enough, the loneliness in his head disappear for a bit.

which would be so much easier if seungmin wouldn’t have developed a habit, very bold habit of letting his hand find your ass whenever he thinks he can get away with it.

???

it happens multiple times a day now. during breaks, in hallways, when you’re handing him something, he’d feel up a palmful of you, appreciating it, or slapping it, then acts like nothing happened. like oh that wasn’t him. did anything even happen? you okay y/n?

creep.

ooookay you’re not even mad anymore. you’ve accepted it, lowkey workplace harassment but you consent.

and like… you do have a great ass.

he wants to fuck it. he wants to eat it. he wants to slap it red and watch it jiggle while he rails you from behind. he wants to cum on it, watch it drip down between your cheeks, then push it back inside with his fingers or cock or wait do you have toys? okay he’ll explore that fantasy later. he wants to make you sit on his face, smother him with it while he eats you from behind. he wants to leave marks on it, handprints, bite marks, the imprint of his hips. he wants to watch it bounce while you ride him reverse cowgirl. he wants to use it, squeezing and spreading and slapping whenever he feels like it. he’s obsessed with the way it moves when you walk. the way it looks when you bend over. the way it feels in his hand, perfect to grip. once he was actually close to nutting hands free just from imagining burying his face between your cheeks and motorboating them while you moan.

sometimes, when he thinks noone’s looking, he adjusts himself in his pants just because he looked at your back side.

fucking men and their ass fixation.

fucking men and their skills. their abilities. what they learned, how to use their eyes on you. they learned it from years of fanmeets, stages, cameras, they’ve been trained for years how to look at fans, the “i’m looking at you but only you” stare.

now they want you to feel what their fans feel.

once with felix you were handing him a new shirt he asked for from his bag(again, trust that he just lets you dig around in there, but the seungmin letting you have basically all his money in your hand is still bigger) when he(still talking about felix) grabbed both of your hands, exactly like he does with fans at fanmeets and looked up at you with the most angelic, charming eyes, thumbs stroking the backs of your hands.

“thank you so much.” he said, smiling that practiced heartfluttering smile, voice soft and intimate like you were the only girl in the universe. “you always take such good care of me.”

you almost laughed in his face.

you immediately go it that he was using his fan service technique on you. the same one he uses on every other person. it didn’t affect you.

“felix, i’m not buying lightsticks.”

he realized what he was doing, yes he wasn’t conscious that he slipped, so he didn’t even want to, then he dropped your hands and laughed awkwardly, muttered out a “force of habit.”

if you were anyone else, he would have started to explain himself with the speed of light. but with you he knows he doesn’t need to. that’s pretty sweet, after all.

this also happened with minho. he, also did it on accident. he was tired. really tired. not the tired that he was about to fall out his chair, just slow in the head.

you handed him water and suddenly he gave you the biggest, shiniest, most angelic smile you’ve ever seen. eyes sparkling, head tilted, voice so forced “thank you so much, y/n~ you’re always so kind.” he caught himself. the smile dropped instantly. he looked at you. you looked at him. he mumbled “…never mind. sorry.” even he looked slightly disturbed by it.

they’re all trained manipulators. years of it. they know exactly how to use their eyes, their voices, their bodies to make people feel things. and now they’re using it on you, constantly. little looks. their angelic voices. touches. little head tilts with biiiiiig eyes when they want you to feel special.

they want you to want them. they want you to choose them. it’s unconscious at this point. survival instinct and genuine longing both in the soup.

this annoys you, kinda. but you can deal with it. it’s your job, after all, this is what got you that payment raise. and oh it’s also your job to having to listen to how loud they always are.

not just yelling your name when they need something, they’re fucking hootin and hollerin around and scream at each other and laugh like fucking animals and wrestle on the floor.

but they also can be cute. okay, there, you admitted it, but it was sweet seeing hyunjin and jeongin lying on the floor together, just kind of cuddling. didn’t these bitches exclusively complain about physical touch? okay fuck cares men are weird. they do this. they need the physical comfort. they just don’t call it that.

(afterwards they pushed each other away and “dude you’re annoying—“ “bro leave me alone—“ “ew—“ “get off me—“)

another time you were talking with chan who was sitting in a spinning chair, han in his lap. he had his arms around chan’s neck, chin on chan’s shoulder, eyes closed.

“you made sure they sent the updated ones, right?” chan’s saying to you about some business bullshit.

you nod. “yes. i double checked this morning. uh, they also confirmed the fitting time. they can do thursday. you’re fine.”

you like how serious chan is now. like yes daddy be that serious while spanking me. “okay. bin won’t be in until the afternoon on friday, can you—“

“yeah, i’ll call them right now.” oh you know your shit.

chan nods, satisfied. like so satisfied. only another blowjob could satisfy him more than this. his hand rubs han’s back. “thanks, y/n.“

horrible little hoes.

and they know they’re horrible. if one of them was a girl, they literally wouldn’t date each other. they know too much of the others, too many sides seen. too much ego. they accept it. they love each other but if they had daughters then they wouldn’t let the others date her. in general they’d sooner kill the other than let them close to any family member of theirs romantically, that’s how much they know of each other and how conscious they are that they’re not ethically good people.

hyunjin’s prick ass(but at least he can pay the bills) is their the pick to keep away from any female in their lives. anyways, he’s better now. like, his general mental health. it’s still pretty shitty, but better. you helped a lot. his balls feel lighter, his shoulders feel looser, because someone finally drained the constant panic and pressure out of his nervous system.

he feels powerful. validated. like he finally got what was “his.” but really he’s just really softening up. he’s starting to see how gentle you treat him, how much you take from him, that actually feels good for him. it’s such a good feeling that you basically accept him this much. hm, he should go find you now too.

bad side of this, is that he’s sensitive as fuck now. everytime he sees you his body reacts, and that’s only natural, that’s the right thing happening here, but still, it’s not always pleasant having his cock twitching and his chest feeling tight and beating.

him and changbin have talked about this, actually. shared their feelings. and they can… relate to each other.

changbin specifically is really in his head, really proud of what he got from you. like he can’t stop thinking about your warm mouth, the way you looked up at him while sucking him, how you treated him.

he wakes up hard in the morning just because you’re in his mind so much nowadays. he has to jerk off in the shower just to function.

men jerking off omfg hottest thing ever. binnie is the hottest thing ever. all eight are the hottest things ever and you know it and you feel so good about your position.

but it’s not just physical, emotionally he feels cared for. you’re a great woman. you’re healing old wounds(he didn’t even know were still bleeding, and still doesn’t know).

he wants your mouth again. he wants your hands. he wants to bury his face between your legs and make you feel even half as good as you made him feel.

…is this a crush we see developing, changbin??

anyways, we’ll get back to the developing crush topic, but we need to talk about jeongin too. jeongin, who wants to be near you all the time.

he wants to show you things. he wants to make you laugh. he wants to you to notice how strong he is.

because this is consistent, kind female attention. fans scream for him but they don’t know him. you do. you let him inside you. you were so accepting and nice. it was such a good sexual experience.

his brain takes you as “someone who wants me for real.” but so decides to forget about the fact that you didn’t like, kiss him at all. asshole. but anyways he’s living in the fantasy that you might actually like him back.

and okay, shit, it’s… nice. really nice. having someone this rich and famous want to spend time with you, touch you, let you touch him. you like this situation too, if you ignore that you can barely go pee without him wanting to watch you do it. (it’s a hilarious fucking picture omfg imagine you just WANTING to pee and this fuckass standing in the stall with you and staring down at you wordlessly. maybe tapping his two hands on his thighs. this fucking dipshit oh how we love him)

then chan… well, chan feels… a lot.

he finds you beautiful.

not just hot, beautiful. makes his chest feel tight, dare i say, makes him lose his breath. he sees worth in you, he begins to. he sees someone who could stand next to him. he wishes he could fuck you without feeling like his heart is trying to climb out of his chest.

he’s not mad or jealous or any other similar negative feeling at jeongin or changbin or hyunjin, after all. it comes off as that at first but it always fades, because he’s just… sad. that gives a negative start to everything, the main in him is sad. sad that he complicated it. sad that he made it heavy. sad that you had to be the mature one and stop him.

he wants you again. bad. he wants you the way jeongin had you, the way the kid told the story made it such a fantasy, and he also wants you the way hyunjin had you because c’mon chan is born for doggystyle.

and also, he wants to hold you after. he wants to be the one you choose when you’re tired.

that’s also a fantasy of his, maybe he could be your stress relief. reverse the situation what you two were in, he could be between your legs and he could take all this stress off your shoulders. doesn’t that sound nice?

it does, to him. like drooling nice. like he actually had to catch the drool slipping out of his mouth once when he was in his head about this particular scenario. it got on his shirt. fuck.

but he’s getting better with time. the tension, having to throw up in his stomach is loosening. he’s starting to realize and accept that you belong to all of them, kinda, and that will change in the future, and that’s okay. that this is your choice. he respects it. he respects you. there we go, from not even remembering the new little assistant’s name, to respect. or maybe a crush, even.

no, not a crush, please. he’s terrified of that.

but he can’t stop it. everytime he sees you he has to smile. every time you smile at him he feels like the best boy out of all of them. fuck, he can only hope you don’t prefer the others over him, like maybe felix. (all of them are afraid that your favorite is felix, that’s just so natural to come for everyone and everything they know, always felix)

he’s falling.

that’s the right word, chan is falling.

for his assistant.

for who you show to them, and for the version of you that only he got glimpses of. the one that helped him with more than just bringing him water. but he knows it’s not emotional for you. and he’s trying to be okay with that. but even if he never gets to have you the way he wants, you’ve already given him more than anyone else ever has.

it only took having his dick sucked twice. he overestimated his ability to stay unattached.

so, after all, all four of them are scared that they’re developing workplace crushes and they know how bad that is. this isn’t school, this isn’t pass a note in class, this is real life with real consequences. contracts. reputations. millions of fans. companies. a crush here isn’t cute. it’s just… danger to them, it could end careers, it could end yours, it could blow up the entire group.

but they can’t stop it.

they have, what? years of suppression? for sure. then also access to a new human connection, and constant stress, attractive and competent and sexually available woman. they’re latching onto you.

and those are just the ones who have fucked you.

the other four that haven’t, the other half of the group, they’re still thinking with their dicks.

okay, so do the other four you’ve already had. all of this is driven by their dicks. hyunjin’s liking towards you is platonic, he still just wants to put it in you again. jeongin? ever more. changbin acts like this because of what his dick received and chan is just difficult mentally. still, they want to dick you down.

anyways. the unfucked four spend their days how the fucked four also do, thinking about how your pussy would feel, how your mouth would look stretched around them, how your ass would jiggle when they fuck you from behind. difference is, one half already got these visuals. that doesn’t hold these men back though.

minho, to start with. he smiles at you nowadays without saying anything, once or twice. he’s nicer, now that you got to know him. but you’re kind of aware that he’s nice because wants to fuck your throat. that he gives the nice to get something.

but that’s okay, the fuck would he want a relationship for now, useless. and he got the alternative that doesn’t nag him on a hourly basis and he doesn’t have to take out on dates and put effort into, just gives him the care without him having to put anything into it. he’s so fine. (only if he knew what relationship awaits him)

han’s best effort on his own pathetic case is just talking to you. or when something’s funny then leaning on you to laugh, or hand on your shoulder and his forehead on that while laughing like it’s a joke. but it’s not a joke. he’s not okay inside. and on top of that he wants to fuck you so badly he can barely think. he wants to bury his face between your thighs and eat you. not just eat you out but eat you. he wants to hear you moan, wants to feel your nails digging into his back. he wants the release he knows you can give him, his assistant.

he needs you. he needs the comfort. he needs to feel wanted.

felix wants to feel what the others felt. he wants to know if you’d moan for him the way you moaned for hyunjin(at least how hyunjin described it, that’s why when felix is in his head about you he sometimes accidentally imagines you moaning in hyunjin’s voice??? and he doesn’t even realize) he just wants to bury his face between your tits and forget the world for ten minutes, c’mon y/n, give him that!

you were extra nice to him one afternoon, just a small thing, let’s say you got him a cold whatever drink without him asking. lix took the can, said “thanks”, then excused himself.

he walked to the bathroom, locked the door, pressed his back to it, and stood there breathing hard, hand on his chest, trying to calm his heart down. he squeezed his eyes together and remembered every second of the interaction. it was nothing. but to him it felt like everything. so that’s how much that little shit affected him.

he stood there for a solid two minutes just trying to breathe while his dick throbbed against his thigh. it was just so inconvenient.

he tried not to jerk off right there. he wanted you so bad in that moment it actually scared him a little. he wanted to push you against the wall, pull your pants down, and bury his face in your pussy until you couldn’t stand. like right there. but he couldn’t. so he just stood there, breathing through it, until his dick calmed down enough to go back out.

oh don’t misunderstand this is not a crush. he’s not in love or anything, he just wants your pussy so bad it’s making him act like this.

but seungmin, doesn’t make an effort to make a move on you. just touching you without a consent but no “no” said is okay to him. he likes just watching you too. acting like he’s not so up for pinning you to the wall and fucking you from behind while covering your mouth so no one would hear.

he just wants your body. wants to use you. wants to take what the others have already had. he’s patient but that’s gonna end once too.

objectification.

you’re letting them objectify you.

you… okay, you kinda like it. not in a “i have no self respect” way, more like… it’s hot. being wanted this badly by eight hot, famous, rich men who could have anyone but keep wanting you. you like being the one they all know. you’re so glad for this job.

and you objectify them back. unintentionally, but you do. especially chan. oh you two have a weird little dynamic, anyways, he’s so.. yes. he’s the man ever. dadaman.

and you catch yourself staring at his hands sometimes, imagining them spreading your ass again. you catch yourself getting horny, turned on just hearing him talk.

he’s hot. he’s so fucking hot it makes you want to rip your two arms off. (without you developing a crush!! so professional)

but this doesn’t mean he’s your favorite, you don’t have a favorite. you like them all the same. and you like their bodies. you like their voices. you like the way they are during sex.

but unlike them, you’re not just objectifying. you’re a woman. you’re not as traumatized as they are. you still have space in your head for empathy. you feel bad for them, really bad sometimes. you see how young they were, you see how they’ve been trained to act through anything, through pain, to perform through exhaustion, to never complain. you see the fear in their eyes when they think about what happens if they’re not perfect. you see how lonely they are, and it affects your easy little heart.

so yeah. you use their bodies and their neediness to feel good and powerful, but you also feel sorry for them. you see the scared little boys underneath the muscles and the acting, you see how much they’ve sacrificed, you see how badly they need someone to just… be soft with them. these men have ruined their lives.

that’s why you let them do this to you.

you’re not innocent, you’re not a victim, you’re a participant, you’re getting something out of this too, money, validation, power, pleasure, satisfaction, and you’re okay with that. you’re more than okay with it.

because you really like the boys, after all. maybe you like them for how traumatized, fucked up in the head they are, but you still do and it is what it is. they’re nice, just damaged.

but lately it’s been a lot of chan. still, no favorites, just it came like this. you’ve been spending big amounts of time with him. it’s a surprise that none of them ended with you choking on his beautiful cock but what’s late isn’t gone.

one night you were in the studio with him, just laptop time. you were about to get up and go home soon, but… not yet.

the others had gone home hours earlier. it was just you and chan, both on your laptops, legs tangled under the small table. now that’s adorable. he was muttering things under his breath, eyebrows knotted, it was so cute. you were fixing the schedule for next week, color coding shit!!

at one point he got up to stretch, arms over his head, shirt riding up, showing that luring v line and the trail of hair you knew led down to his thick cock. he caught you looking. smiled, a little bit. then sat back down. leg went back on yours.

that single interaction held more intimacy, more tension and romance and cheekiness than any form of sex you two ever had.

anyways, you like his company. you really do. he’s maybe the calmest when it’s just the two of you. he’s funny too, in his dry way.

he asks about your day sometimes. tells you shit about the boys. he’s trying.

of course he also likes the way your throat feels. you notice him staring at your mouth sometimes. you see the way his thighs tense, how he swallows when you lean over to point at something on his screen and your shirt gaps a little.

he remembers. he remembers how you looked on your knees. how you sounded gagging on him. how warm and wet and perfect your throat was.

sometimes when you’re both focused on work you’ll notice his breathing change for a second, that’s when he’s thinking about it. then he’ll clear his throat or drink some water and go back to work.

you don’t mind.

you like that tension too.

another night you’re both sitting on a couch in a smaller room, on your laptops. chan is editing something, chewing on that chewable lip a bit. you’re on about some calendar but cookie clicker is open under it.

he reaches for the burger you brought him earlier, unwraps it with one hand, fucking man, and inhales the whole thing in three massive bites. fucking caveman.

you look over. “you good?”

“mm.” he grunts, mouth still full. “stavving. thanks fo brinhing it.”

you hum, going back to your screen. a minute later you ask “can you pass me my charger?”

chan reaches over, unplugs his own charger and hands it to you. it was closer. newer iphone chargers nonetheless so doesn’t really matter. “here.”

“thanks.”

you both go back to typing. ten minutes later he asks you “what time do i need to come in tomorrow?” since something got put to another day.

“ten thirty.”

“fuck. okay.”

silence again. comfortable. you glance at him once. he’s focused, but seems relaxed. you two fit so good together, just please start dating, please. (exaggeration, neither of you are ready for that yet)

he catches you looking. “what?”

“nothing. you have a pen mark on your cheek.”

he rubs at it. “gone?”

“still there.”

he sighs, wipes harder. you go back to your laptop. neither of you says anything else for the next half hour. it’s nice.

you have seen this man naked, by the way.

another time you’re answering emails while chan leans back on the couch, groaning around.

you don’t stare. much.

“my back hurts.” he mutters.

“you did too many reps yesterday?”

“yeah.” he rolls his neck. “can you pass me that pillow behind you?”

you grab it and throw it at his face. he catches it, laughs, aw okay, stuffs it behind his lower back.

“better?”

“better.”

you both go back to work. ten minutes later he reaches over and takes one of your fries from the whatever you ordered.

and when he’s done with that he has the audacity to ask “you got any gum?”

but really he just knows you’ll give them anything anytime.

you pull a pack from your bag and hand him. he takes two, pops them in, then offers the pack back.

“thanks.”

“mhm.”

you sit there in comfortable silence. he chews loudly. you don’t mind.

he likes your company. you like his company too.

you’re getting close.

now. this time it’s the same setting we just lead up to, studio, late as fuck, laptops open.

“pass me the ketchup?” he asks.

you slide the little packet over without looking. he catches it, rips it open with his teeth, and squeezes it onto the last few whatever he asked you to order for him. he paid, of course, not out of being a gentleman, it’s just the company’s rules with employing you.

“mm.” why do men always have to hum when eating? “you talked to hyunjin lately?”

you look up. “a bit. why?”

chan shrugs, not looking at you because he can’t. “heard that you two… you know.”

you lean back. “he asked me that afternoon. said he’d leave the brand meeting early. i told him it was bad timing, but he kept pushing. you know how he gets. i went over. that’s… it.”

he kept pushing. chan doesn’t like that. he’ll talk to hyune later.

anyways, he likes that you tell him this. he likes that you’re honest, that you don’t hide it, that you treat him like he can handle it. it makes him feel trusted. smart.

he nods. “he seemed… lighter after.”

“good. that’s the point.”

another bit of silence.

“you okay with all of it?” he asks.

“yeah. i’m fine.”

he looks at you for a long time, then goes back to his screen. yikes, there goes your chance, chan. but yeah, he’s grateful you talk to him like this. really grateful.

you stand up to grab something from your bag on the table. you rummage for a second, when you turn back around, little notebook in your hand, chan is standing in front of you.

close.

the tension of you two’s arrives back into the room. did it ever leave?

his eyes are fixed on you. so much held back behind them, so much of him.

he’s so pretty. those huge lips, so full, those eyes when he doesn’t have makeup on. how he smells. how low, quiet his voice is when he opens his mouth to talk to you.

“i want to have sex too.”

author’s note: uh btw the end of this series is supposed to be real love w the guys… if u couldn’t tell. so the classic fall in real love bla bla bla, anyways these are really mean characterizations on purpose, does not mean i’m assuming anything of these men or how they act, because i and we do not know these men!! AND if anyone only reads all done boss of my content, i’ll tell u that i do my series w the first part of the titles being the same (my dear y/n series and now the all done) and the last part of them changed!! love y’all thank u for the amount of love i got on the first part of this<3