𝓘𝓼𝓱𝓸

𝐹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓍 (𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓀𝒾𝒹𝓈) :

୨ৎ Technical Difficulties (MDNI, 18+)

୨ৎ Beach Hazard (MDNI, 18+)

୨ৎ His Spoiled Princess (MDNI, 18+)

୨ৎ Every Girl Gets Her Wish Part 1. , Part 2. , Part 3. (ft. Hyunjin, MDNI, 18+)

୨ৎ Drive Me Crazy (MDNI, 18+)

୨ৎ Midnight Calls (MDNI, 18+)

୨ৎ Non - Disclosure Pregnancy

୨ৎ Soft Kisses

୨ৎ (Happy ?) Anniversary

୨ৎ We Never Broke up….right…?

୨ৎ Bias Wrecker , Part 2. (MDNI, 18+)

୨ৎ Off Limits. (MDNI, 18+)

𝐻𝓎𝓊𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓃 (𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓀𝒾𝒹𝓈) :

୨ৎ Boquets and Cute Cashiers

୨ৎ Every Girl Gets Her Wish Part 1. , Part 2., Part 3. (ft. Felix, MDNI, 18+)

୨ৎ Academic Achievements (MDNI, 18+)

୨ৎ His Spoiled Muse (MNDI, 18+)

୨ৎ Flower Petals and Candles (MDNI, 18+)

𝐵𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃 (𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓀𝒾𝒹𝓈) :

୨ৎ His Spoiled Girl (MDNI, 18+)

୨ৎ Every girl get‘s her Wish Part 3. (MDNI, 18+)

୨ৎ Camerashy (MDNI, 18+)

𝒥𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃 (𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓀𝒾𝒹𝓈) :

୨ৎ His Spoiled Doll (MDNI, 18+)

𝒮𝑒𝓊𝓃𝑔𝓂𝒾𝓃 (𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓀𝒾𝒹𝓈) :

୨ৎ His Spoiled Diamond (MDNI, 18+)

𝐻𝒶𝓃 𝒥𝒾𝓈𝓊𝓃𝑔 (𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓀𝒾𝒹𝓈) :

୨ৎ His Spoiled Babe (MDNI, 18+)

𝐿𝑒𝑒𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 (𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓀𝒾𝒹𝓈) :

୨ৎ His Spoiled Kitten (MDNI, 18+)

୨ৎ Midnight Movie Snack (MDNI, 18+)

୨ৎ Happy Birthday. Sincerely, your kitten. (MDNI, 18+)

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒷𝒾𝓃 (𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓀𝒾𝒹𝓈) :

Hyunjin was a romantic, he romanced the HELL out of his girlfriend. Y/N.

Which was insane. Unprofessional.

Because Y/N was his makeup artist.

Out of all people.

She went through THOUSANDS of interviews, THOUSANDS of background checks, she passed them all. This job? You earn it. You keep your head down, you stay professional, you don’t get involved.

Especially not with idols.

Especially not with him.

No charming idol could get through her. That was the whole point.

Right.

Right?

Oh no.

Hyunjin did it.

From the first moment he sat in her chair, looking up at her through the mirror.

She was not immune to the Hwang eyes.

Not when he held her gaze through the reflection a second too long. Not when he smiled like he knew exactly what he was doing. Not when he started talking to her—really talking to her—like she wasn’t just another staff member passing through his schedule.

And the worst part?

She had to touch him.

Every day.

Close enough to feel his breath when he leaned in just slightly. Close enough to notice every little expression, every tiny shift in his lips, his eyes—

Close enough to realize she was in serious trouble.

And that was how he got her.

So easily.

Like it was nothing.

He had her wrapped around his finger—and she loved every second of it.

Every look, every little smirk, every moment where he pushed just enough to make her lose composure for a split second. It was dangerous. It was stupid.

It was theirs.

She loved their relationship.

The secrecy of it.

The way no one knew, no one even suspected. To everyone else, she was just doing her job—focused, quiet, professional. Standing in front of him like it meant nothing, like her heart didn’t beat just a little faster when he looked at her like that.

Because if anyone found out, it would ruin everything.

Her reputation. Her career. The job she worked so hard for—gone.

And still…

She stayed.

Still let him get closer. Still let him look at her like she was more than just his makeup artist.

Still let him have her.

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Hyunjin was full of adrenaline. Fuck, he could feel his dick get hard.

He turned during his dancing and tugged his pants, trying not to let the fans see that he was rock hard on stage.

He turned again and while he danced, he tried to catch a glimpse of his girlfriend. Where... His eyes rushed from left to right from where he could see backstage.

She stood there in a short skirt, the makeup belt with brushes and fixing powder around her hips. He could feel his sweat melting the makeup off... Yes... a little retouch is what he needed.

She looked at him from backstage. He wore the black tank top that let his arms look muscular. She bit her lip.

She knew and suspected already that he wanted something by the way he was glancing at her.

He always had this face when he wanted it. She rubbed her thighs together. She looked around. Staff and technicians were too busy coordinating the fanmeet. She let one of her fingers between her legs.

She knew Hyunjin saw what she was doing right now.

She didn’t do too much, giving her clit a few circles, getting herself wetter... The moderator announced the five-minute break.

Hyunjin ran backstage. "I sweated all the makeup off," he said loudly and out of breath. He took her into a corner between clothing racks. "Let me put it in you," he mumbled. "Romantic," Y/N mumbled and got her brush out. "Baby, come on, quick fuck, I’m hard."

Y/N thought about it…. then she nodded, god she was too easy for her Boyfriend…., her fingers steadying on the powder compact as she popped it open with a soft click, the mirror angled just right in the dim corner.

Hyunjin's eyes burned into hers, while the backstage hummed with urgency: Felix lounged in the makeup chair mere feet away, his stylist spritzing his hair while he scrolled his phone, oblivious for now.

Staff voices called out timings, footsteps thudding close, cables snaking underfoot. Five minutes. That's all they had, but Hyunjin made it count.

He crowded her against the wall, his sweat-damp black tank top brushing her chest, those muscled arms caging her in. "Quick, baby," he murmured, voice rough with need, nipping her earlobe before yanking her short skirt higher.

His hand dove between her thighs, fingers confirming what her earlier clit circles promised—her pussy soaked, panties slick and shoved aside.

Y/N gasped, but her free hand lifted the powder puff, dabbing it lightly across his cheek, blending the sheen of sweat-melted foundation even as her hips tilted toward him.

Hyunjin groaned low, fumbling his zipper down. His long, fat cock sprang free, rigid and throbbing, the thick shaft veined and heavy, tip leaking pre-cum that smeared against her inner thigh.

He hooked her leg over his hip, lining up, and pushed in slow at first—inch by stretching inch, her tight walls parting around his girth.

Y/N's breath hitched, pussy clenching as he filled her completely, but she didn't drop the powder. Instead, she swiped the puff under his jawline, fixing the smudges while her other hand gripped his shoulder for balance.

"Fuck, you're tight," he whispered, eyes locked on hers, thumb tracing her lip in a lover's caress amid the filth. He started thrusting—deep, controlled rolls of his hips at first, savoring how her juices coated his cock, easing each plunge.

The corner offered scant cover; Felix laughed at something on his screen, chair swiveling their way for a heartbeat.

Y/N's heart raced, but she angled Hyunjin's face toward the light, brushing powder over his forehead with precise strokes, her pussy fluttering around his pounding length.

He picked up pace, hips snapping harder, balls slapping her ass with wet smacks that blended into the chaos.

Each thrust dragged his thick cock along her sensitive walls, the head nudging her cervix, sparking jolts of pleasure.

Y/N bit her lip, stifling moans, her brush now out—swirling blush on his cheeks while he fucked her relentlessly. "Hold still," she teased breathlessly, even as her free hand snuck down to circle her swollen clit, fingers slick with her arousal. Hyunjin's gaze softened, drinking her in, whispering, "You're perfect," between grunts, his hand cupping her breast through her top, pinching her nipple to make her arch.

Two minutes gone, timer ticking invisible in their veins.

He shifted, pinning her higher against the wall, her skirt bunched at her waist, makeup belt jangling with every brutal drive.

Staff passed yards away. The thrill made Y/N's pussy spasm, gripping him tighter.

She switched to the brush, feathering it over his brows to set the gel, her clit-rubbing frantic now, chasing the build. Hyunjin's free hand steadied her ass, fingers digging in as he ground deep, circling his hips to rub her g-spot raw.

"Look at me," he demanded softly, forehead to hers, breaths mingling hot and fast. She did, powder puff discarded momentarily as she smeared gloss on his lips with her thumb, then recaptured it to pat his T-zone.

His cock throbbed inside her, stretching her wide, veins pulsing against her clenching heat. Thrusts turned punishing—short, sharp jabs that made her toes curl, then long, slow withdrawals that left her empty before slamming back.

Cum from his tip mixed with her wetness, dripping down her thighs, the scent of sex cutting through makeup powders.

Felix stood suddenly, stretching, his eyes flicking their direction—close enough to hear the slick slide of Hyunjin's cock pistoning in and out.

Y/N froze mid-brush stroke, but Hyunjin didn't stop, thrusting harder, possessively, his mouth claiming hers in a deep kiss to muffle her whimper. Tongues battled as he fucked her through the stare, Felix smirking knowingly before wandering off.

The risk ignited them; Y/N's orgasm crashed first—pussy convulsing wildly, milking his shaft as she shuddered, fingers white-knuckled on the compact, a perfect powder layer now on Hyunjin's nose despite the chaos.

Hyunjin followed seconds later, burying deep with a choked groan, cock pulsing as he unloaded—thick jets of cum flooding her pussy, overflowing around his base, trickling warm down her legs.

He held her there, grinding through the spurts, lips brushing her temple in silent "I love you."

Four minutes.

He eased out slow, her stretched hole gaping, cum bubbling out. Zipping up swift, he straightened his tank, makeup flawless thanks to her steady hands.

"You're a miracle," he murmured, stealing one last kiss, eyes saying she was his heart, not just his release.

The break buzzer blared. Hyunjin stepped out casual, calling, "Makeup's on point, Y/N—thanks!"

Felix shot a grin from afar, in on the not-so-secret. Y/N smoothed her skirt, pussy still leaking his load, clutching the powder with a satisfied glow.

Jeongin was never told no.

Not once. Not ever. Not in any universe he was currently aware of.

“Chan hyung, can I get this?”

He had held up a watch once—sleek, expensive, something he didn’t even really need.

The watch was ordered before he could even finish explaining why he liked it.

“Felix hyung, can you help me build my new setup?”

Felix didn’t even hesitate. Just smiled, ruffled his hair, and spent hours putting everything together like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Ahh, Minho hyung, can you cook me something?”

A small whine, a tilt of his head—and suddenly dinner was being plated like he was royalty.

Jeongin was used to warmth. To yes. To people giving in before he even had to try.

So yeah—he was completely and utterly unprepared for this.

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“No.”

Simple. Straightforward. Easy.

Her Training bag slung over her shoulder, strands of hair sticking to her face, cheeks flushed from practice.

The company hallway smelling faintly of cleaner and sweat.

And Jeongin went quiet.

Actually quiet.

Y/N blinked a few times, like she was making sure he heard her right. “I don’t want to go on a date with you.”

“What do you mean… no?” he asked, slower this time, like maybe the word would change if he said it differently.

But it didn’t.

She gave him a small, polite smile—the kind that didn’t reach her eyes—and adjusted the strap of her bag. “It just means no, Jeongin.”

Jeongin looked dumbfounded at the maknae from ITZY when she left.

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He was pouting.

Not a little. A lot.

“Aaaah, Innie, what’s wrong?” Hyunjin asked, immediately reaching over to pinch his cheek as they sat in the company canteen.

“Y/N won’t go out with me,” he muttered.

Silence.

All the boys looked at him at once.

“…what?” Jisung blinked.

“Do you want me to ask Yeji to set something up?” Hyunjin offered immediately, suddenly very invested, leaning forward.

“She already said no to me,” Jeongin whined, dragging the last word out.

They all visibly deflated.

They couldn‘t see their maknae like this.

“Maybe…” Jisung started carefully, tapping his fingers against the table, “maybe you should try being a little more romantic. Like, get to know her first before asking again.”

Jeongin looked at him like he had just spoken a foreign language.

“Girls like that,” Jisung added with a shrug.

“…how do I do that?” Jeongin asked, genuinely lost now.

“Before I dated my girlfriend, I got her flowers every Friday,” Seungmin said casually, taking a sip of his drink.

Jeongin’s head snapped toward him.

“Are you serious? What flowers? How do I know what she likes? What if she hates flowers? What if I pick the wrong ones?” he started rambling, panic slowly creeping in.

Hyunjin laughed softly and patted his shoulder.

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“So…” Hyunjin started carefully, turning the piece of meat with his chopsticks as it sizzled on the grill between them. “Can I bribe you with something?”

Yeji looked up from across the table, already suspicious. “What is it about?”

“Your maknae.”

Yeji slowly pointed at him with her chopsticks.

“No.”

“I’m not asking for myself, yah.”

She raised one brow. “That somehow makes it worse.”

Hyunjin let out a dramatic sigh and leaned back in his chair. “Come on, Yeji. You know Jeongin likes her.”

“I know,” she said flatly. “She told me he asked her out.”

“And?”

“And she said no.”

Hyunjin pressed a hand to his chest. “Look, they would be a cute couple.”

“She doesn’t know him well enough,” Yeji said, reaching for her drink. “And he is trouble.”

“He is not!”

Yeji didn’t even answer.

She just stared at him.

That long, unimpressed stare that made Hyunjin immediately feel like he was losing.

He exhaled. “Fine. I’ll pay for every dinner we eat together for the next five months.”

That made her pause.

Her expression changed just enough for Hyunjin to notice.

“…what do you want to know?”

Hyunjin sat up instantly, like he had just won a national negotiation.

“What are her favorite flowers?”

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Y/N could not believe her eyes.

The delivery man had barely stepped out of the dorm before all six girls were already staring at the enormous bouquet now sitting in the middle of their living room table.

It was ridiculous.

Huge.

Soft cream roses mixed with pale pink peonies, delicate white ranunculus tucked between them like something straight out of a romance movie. The whole arrangement looked expensive enough to pay someone’s rent.

Ryujin reached for the small card tucked between the flowers.

She read one line.

Then snorted.

Then immediately burst into laughter.

“Oh my God,” she said, already handing it over. “This is for you, Y/N.”

Y/N slowly took the card from her.

Her eyes scanned the neat handwriting.

No flower could compare to your beauty.

—Sincerely, your fox.

She stared at it for a second.

Then at the flowers.

Then back at the card.

“This guy…” she whispered under her breath.

From the kitchen, Yeji suddenly became very interested in her water.

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The boys had just sat down for their canteen break when Y/N appeared.

Jeongin looked up first.

His whole face brightened.

“It worked this fast alrea—”

He barely made it halfway out of his seat before the letter smacked straight against his chest.

“You punk.”

The entire table went silent.

Jeongin blinked, clutching the crumpled card in his hand while Y/N stood over him, eyes narrowed.

“Are you not used to hearing no?” she asked. “Are you that spoiled?”

The smile on his face disappeared.

And before he could say anything, she turned around and walked away.

Again.

Leaving him staring after her.

Again.

The table stayed dead silent for a full three seconds.

Then Chan cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Well…” he muttered. “That did not go as planned.”

Across the table, Seungmin completely lost it.

He leaned back laughing so hard he nearly dropped his drink while Jeongin slowly turned to glare at all of them.

“No,” Jeongin said flatly. “I actually think it went worse.

“Maybe… she’s not materialistic,” Felix said thoughtfully, leaning back against the chair.

“What do you mean?” Jeongin asked, already tired but still desperate.

Felix just shrugged. “Maybe she doesn’t care about gifts. Maybe you have to… I don’t know… show effort differently.”

That was all Jeongin needed to hear.

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“Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNN—!”

Y/N almost dropped her training bag.

Inside the practice room, all other five of her group members froze mid-move.

Slowly… very slowly… they all turned toward the door.

Jeongin was standing on a chair in the middle of the hallway.

With a guitar.

Where he got it from? No one knew.

Why he thought this was a good idea? Even less clear.

But he was committed.

Deeply.

“YOUR BEAUTY IS HAUNTING MY DREAMMMSSSS—

YOUR EYES NEVER LEAVE MY MINNNDDDD—!”

“This is painful to look at,” Chaeryeong muttered.

“Oh God…” Yuna whispered, already hiding behind Lia.

Y/N stood there for a second.

Processing.

Then she walked out.

Straight toward him.

Jeongin saw her coming and—oh—his confidence SKYROCKETED.

He sang louder.

More dramatic.

Fully in it.

She stepped closer.

Closer.

Got on her tiptoes—

—and took the guitar out of his hands.

Jeongin stopped mid-note.

“…oh.”

Y/N didn’t say a single word.

She just turned around and walked away.

With the guitar.

“…that’s Nayeons guitar,” he said quietly, watching her disappear.

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The dorm was dead silent.

Jeongin sat in the middle of the couch, staring into nothing again.

He had entered a new level of rejection.

Hyunjin sat across from him, visibly struggling to find something supportive to say.

“…well,” he started, scratching his neck, “we don’t know… maybe she really just doesn’t want you, Innie.”

“Leave me alone,” Jeongin mumbled.

“Aaah, Yongbok, you can have every girl,” Changbin sighed dramatically.

Felix turned his head slowly. “Changbin… I’m still Yongbok.”

“…right.”

A pause.

“Well… maybe you could write her a poem?” Minho suggested casually.

“A poem?” Jisung frowned. “What are you, a court poet?”

“Don’t get all cocky,” Minho shot back.

Jisung shut up immediately.

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So Jeongin wrote a poem.

A full page.

Messy in places, rewritten lines, a few ink smudges where he pressed too hard. He even sprayed a bit of his perfume on it—because apparently he was that far gone now.

He found her in the canteen.

Walked up to her.

Held it out.

Y/N looked at it.

Then at him.

Then back at it.

She took it.

Jeongin held his breath.

She read it.

Every single line.

No reaction.

Nothing.

She folded it once.

Looked at him.

Didn’t say a word.

Turned around—

—and left.

Again.

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“At least she didn’t throw it away,” Hyunjin mumbled under his breath.

No one laughed this time.

Jeongin just stood there.

Still.

His expression had changed again.

No pout.

No whining.

No dramatic reactions.

Just quiet.

And for the first time—

it didn’t look like he was planning his next move.

It looked like he was finally starting to understand that her “no”…

actually meant no.

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They were packing up.

Cables being wrapped, stage lights cooling down, staff calling out last instructions across the venue. The energy from the performance still lingered in the air, but everything else was winding down fast.

Jeongin slung his bag over his shoulder, exhaustion settling into his bones as he stepped outside.

It was dark already.

Cold.

He exhaled, breath visible in the air, ready to finally go home—

“Don’t act all shy,” a voice cut through the quiet. Male. Low. Wrong. “You’re wearing a little skirt and expect me to ignore you?”

Jeongin stopped.

Every muscle in his body tensed.

“…stop it.”

Her voice.

He turned.

Fast.

Down the side of the building, near the loading area where the lights didn’t quite reach—

Y/N.

And a man easily twice her size, towering over her, leaning in way too close.

Something in Jeongin snapped.

He didn’t think.

Didn’t hesitate.

He just walked.

Straight toward them.

“Hey.”

Both of them turned.

Jeongin’s expression was different now. No softness. No pout. Nothing playful left.

“She said stop it.”

The man looked him up and down, unimpressed. Smirk spreading across his face.

“And who are you?”

Jeongin let his bag slide off his shoulder.

It hit the ground with a dull thud.

And in the next second—

he moved.

Fast.

Grabbing the guy by the collar, shoving him back with full force until his body slammed against the wall. The sound echoed sharply in the cold air.

“STOP IT.”

Not loud.

But sharp enough to cut.

For a split second, everything froze.

Then—

“JEONGIN—!”

Chan’s voice rang out behind him.

Too late.

Jeongin’s fist connected.

Clean.

The impact echoed through the alley.

Silence followed.

Footsteps rushing in.

Staff. Managers. Voices overlapping.

But Jeongin didn’t look at any of them.

Didn’t look at Chan.

Didn’t look at the man.

He turned.

Immediately.

His eyes finding Y/N.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice lower now, steadier—but there was something under it. Something raw.

Y/N stared at him.

A little shocked.

A little breathless.

But she nodded.

“…yeah.”

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“We had to pay him so he would stay quiet about Jeongin punching him,” the CEO mumbled, clearly exhausted.

Chan let out a long, frustrated sigh from across the table, rubbing his temples.

Jeongin didn’t react.

Didn’t defend himself.

Didn’t apologize either.

He just sat there, quiet.

His gaze drifting—

to the other side of the room.

Y/N was sitting with Yeji, both Maknaes had their group leaders nearby, going over what had happened.

She looked fine.

Safe.

That was all that mattered.

Jeongin exhaled slowly.

And then—

she looked up.

Right at him.

For a second, he thought she’d look away like always.

Ignore him.

Walk off.

But she didn’t.

She smiled.

And then—

her cheeks turned pink.

Jeongin blinked.

Once.

Twice.

…she was blushing?

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He sat on his bed, phone in hand, scrolling without really seeing anything.

Knock.

“Open,” he said, not even looking up.

The door clicked shut.

“Chan said you’re under house arrest.”

Jeongin’s head snapped up so fast it almost hurt.

Y/N.

Hoodie. Sweatpants.

Not put together.

Not distant.

Just… her.

“I came to say thank you,” she said, quieter now.

For a second, he didn’t say anything.

Didn’t move.

Like if he did, she’d disappear again.

She stepped closer.

“Can I sit down?” she asked.

Jeongin nodded immediately, sitting up straighter, clearing space beside him without even realizing he was doing it.

“Yeah… yeah, of course.”

She sat down next to him.

Close.

Closer than she’d ever been before.

Close enough that he could feel the warmth of her through the fabric of her hoodie.

Silence.

Not awkward.

Just… heavy.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she said after a moment, looking down at her hands.

“I know,” he answered.

That made her look at him.

Really look at him.

Not like before. Not guarded. Not dismissive.

Something softer.

“You could’ve gotten into serious trouble,” she added.

“I don’t care.”

That came out too fast.

Jeongin swallowed, running a hand through his hair. “I mean—I do care but… not about that. Not if—” he stopped himself, exhaling sharply.

Not if it’s you.

He didn’t say it.

But it hung there anyway.

Y/N’s gaze dropped to his lips for half a second.

Then back to his eyes.

“You’re different,” she said quietly.

Jeongin frowned slightly. “From what?”

“From what I thought.”

That… hit harder than anything else.

Because suddenly all those “no’s” made sense.

She really didn’t know him.

Not really.

“I’m not—” he started, then stopped, shaking his head. “I’m not just… that spoiled kid you think I am.”

“I know,” she said softly.

And the way she said it—

like she actually meant it—

made his chest tighten.

Silence again.

Y/N shifted slightly, turning toward him more fully now.

Close.

Too close.

Jeongin’s breath hitched, just barely.

“You scared me yesterday,” she admitted.

His expression changed instantly. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Not like that,” she interrupted quickly, shaking her head.

Her eyes softened.

“You scared me because…” she hesitated, then let out a small breath, “…no one’s ever done that for me before.”

That did something to him.

Something deep.

“You don’t have to—” he started again, quieter now, but she cut him off.

“Stop talking.”

Jeongin blinked.

“…what?”

“Just—” she shook her head, a small, almost nervous smile appearing, “for once, just don’t talk.”

And then—

she leaned in.

Slow at first.

Like she was giving him time to pull away.

To mess it up.

To say something stupid.

But he didn’t.

He just sat there.

Completely still.

Heart racing.

Watching her.

And when her lips finally touched his—

It was sudden. Hot. Immediate.

Like all the tension from before—all the rejection, the frustration, the build-up—snapped at once.

Jeongin froze for half a second.

Then his hand came up to her waist, pulling her closer without thinking.

Like he needed to make sure she was real.

Like she wasn’t about to walk away again.

She kissed him harder, her lips pressing firmly against his, tongue slipping past to taste him with a hunger that surprised even her.

Jeongin's hand tightened on her waist, pulling her body flush against his side.

He responded with his mouth moving with hers, deepening the kiss until breaths mingled in short, desperate gasps.

Y/N's hands found his shoulders, fingers digging in as she shifted closer, her knee brushing his thigh. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, charged with the unspoken need that had been building between them for so long.

Jeongin broke the kiss first, just enough to trail his lips along her jaw, down to the soft skin of her neck. She tilted her head back, a quiet whimper escaping her lips as his teeth grazed lightly.

She couldn‘t believe that Jeongin made her feel this wet.

"Y/N," he murmured against her pulse, voice rough and low.

His free hand slid up her back, under the hoodie, feeling the warmth of her bare skin.

She shivered, not from cold, but from the intensity of his touch—the way he held her like she was something precious yet devoured her with every kiss.

She pulled back slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and vulnerable. "Jeongin... I..." Her words faltered, shyness creeping in as the reality of what was happening sank deeper.

But the ache between her legs, the way her body responded to him, overrode the hesitation. She wanted this. Needed it.

He searched her face, his protective instinct flaring. "We can stop if you want," he said softly, though his body screamed otherwise, his erection straining against his pants from the mere press of her against him.

"No," she whispered, shaking her head. Her hand cupped his cheek, thumb brushing his lip. "Don't stop. Please."

That was all the encouragement he needed. Jeongin kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the way her mouth yielded to him.

His hands moved to her hips, thumbs circling the waistband of her sweatpants.

He tugged gently, testing, and she lifted her hips without a word, helping him slide them down her legs. The fabric pooled at her ankles, and she kicked them off, leaving her in just the oversized hoodie that barely skimmed her thighs and her simple panties.

Jeongin's gaze darkened as he took her in—legs bare, skin smooth and inviting.

He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties, pulling them down slowly, exposing her completely.

Y/N's breath hitched, her thighs pressing together instinctively, a flush of embarrassment heating her face.

No one had seen her like this, not up close, not with such raw intent.

"You're beautiful," he breathed, his voice reverent, pushing her knees apart with gentle hands. She let him, though her heart pounded wildly. He settled between her legs, the bed dipping under his weight, his broad shoulders nudging her thighs wider.

The hoodie rode up, bunching at her waist, leaving her pussy bare to his hungry eyes—soft folds already glistening with arousal.

Y/N bit her lip, watching him through half-lidded eyes, shy but unable to look away. "Jeongin..." Her voice trembled, vulnerability mixing with the growing heat in her core.

He looked up at her, eyes locked on hers, caring and intense. "Tell me if it's too much. But I want to make you feel good. Let me take care of you." His words were a promise, protective as always, even in this moment of pure desire.

She nodded, whispering, "I want this..."

That ignited something in him. Jeongin leaned in, his breath hot against her inner thigh, kissing the sensitive skin there before moving higher.

His tongue flicked out, tracing the edge of her folds, tasting her for the first time. Y/N gasped, her hands fisting the sheets, body arching slightly off the bed.

He groaned at the flavor—sweet and musky, all her—and dove in fully.

His mouth covered her pussy, lips sealing around her clit as he sucked gently, tongue swirling in firm circles. Y/N's moan filled the room, shy at first, then louder as pleasure sparked through her.

His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh to keep her steady.

Jeongin devoured her like a man starved, tongue lapping broad strokes from her entrance to her clit, slurping noisily at the wetness gathering there.

He pushed inside her with his tongue, fucking her shallowly, tasting every inch.

Y/N's hips bucked, her shyness warring with the ecstasy building, but she didn't pull away. Instead, her fingers threaded into his hair, encouraging him closer.

"Oh god, Jeongin... that feels... don't stop," she panted, voice breathy and needy. Her body trembled, seeing stars already from the way he worked her over.

He hummed against her, the vibration sending jolts up her spine. One hand slid up, fingers teasing her entrance before slipping one inside, curling against her inner walls.

She clenched around him, wet and hot, and he added a second finger, pumping slowly while his mouth focused on her clit—sucking harder now, tongue flicking relentlessly.

Y/N's head fell back, eyes squeezing shut as heaven unfolded in waves.

His fingers thrust deeper, scissoring to stretch her, while his slurping grew messier, lips smacking against her soaked pussy.

He pulled back just enough to watch his fingers disappear inside her, coated in her arousal, before leaning in again to lap at where they joined, tongue swirling around his own digits.

"You're so wet for me," he murmured between licks, voice muffled against her skin. "Taste so fucking good. I could do this all day."

Her cheeks burned at his words, shyness flaring, but the pleasure drowned it out. "Jeongin…Keep... keep eating me like that. Please….." She encouraged him, voice soft but insistent, her hips grinding against his face now, chasing the building pressure.

He obliged, devouring her with renewed fervor. His fingers curled faster, hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out, while his tongue flattened against her clit, rubbing side to side.

The sounds echoed obscenely, his mouth greedy, swallowing her juices as they flowed. Y/N's thighs quivered around his head, her body tensing as the orgasm approached.

"I'm... oh fuck, Jeongin, I'm close," she whimpered, shy vulnerability cracking through her moans. But she didn't hide it—she pulled him closer, telling him exactly what she needed. "Don't stop fingering me. Your mouth... it's heaven. You make me so horny, I can't think."

Jeongin growled low, the sound vibrating through her core.

He sucked her clit between his lips, teeth grazing just enough to tease, while his fingers plunged deeper, thumb now circling her entrance to add pressure. Tongue delving between his fingers to taste more, lapping up every drop.

Y/N shattered, her pussy clenching hard around his fingers, waves of pleasure crashing over her. She cried out his name, body convulsing, seeing pure bliss as he worked her through it—mouth never stopping, fingers slowing but still curling, drawing out every tremor.

He didn't pull away until she went limp, panting and spent.

Only then did he kiss her inner thigh softly, withdrawing his fingers with a wet pop, licking them clean while watching her with protective eyes.

Y/N looked down at him, flushed and shy, but smiling.

"That was... incredible," she whispered, reaching for him. "You... you're too good to me."

Jeongin crawled up, kissing her gently, letting her taste herself on his lips. "told you so,"

Silence.

"I kept your poem."

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Felix peeled his banana while they all walked out of the canteen.

“I forgot to shave my left leg,” he said casually, inspecting it. “It looks really weird.”

Chan let out a laugh, shaking his head.

They kept walking.

And then—

the ITZY girls.

Right in front of them.

Both groups slowed down automatically, exchanging greetings, small nods, the usual passing-by politeness.

And then it happened.

Y/N stepped a little closer to Jeongin.

She leaned in—

and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

Silence.

Immediate.

Dead.

Every single member—from both groups—froze.

Felix stopped mid-bite.

Chan blinked.

Hyunjin’s mouth literally fell open.

On the other side, Yeji’s brows shot up while Ryujin looked VERY surprised.

Jeongin?

Jeongin stopped breathing.

Actually.

Stopped.

Y/N pulled back like it was nothing, she only blushed—

and walked off with her members.

Just like that.

Leaving chaos behind.

“…what just happened,” Jisung whispered.

No one answered.

Because Jeongin was still standing there.

Frozen.

Hand slowly coming up to touch his cheek—

like he needed to check if it really happened.

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Later. Gym.

His mind was somewhere else entirely.

The door opened.

Chan walked in.

He walked straight over and tossed a small package onto the bench next to Jeongin.

“You better use condoms.”

Jeongin’s brain short-circuited.

He looked down.

Then at Chan.

Then back at the package.

“HYUNG—!”

Well… fucking hell.

Chan sat stiffly in the meeting room, that room where the air always felt too cold and too heavy at the same time. The long table stretched in front of him, water bottles untouched, notebooks open just for show. Their label manager stood at the very front, talking and talking—something about schedules, promotions, numbers. Always numbers.

“We will need stronger promotion for the new album… maybe something trending on TikTok… and I expect a better result than what we got from the last PR manager during the previous comeback.”

Y/N looked up at that. Just for a second. Her pen paused mid-scribble before she straightened slightly.

“Yes, sir. I’ll do my best,” she said quietly.

Then her gaze dropped again, and she continued writing, like she could hide inside her notebook if she tried hard enough.

Chan swallowed hard. His jaw tightened as he bit down on his lip, way too hard, to the point where he was pretty sure he tasted blood. He didn’t dare look at her again. Not directly. Not for longer than a second.

Because every time he did, it came rushing back.

He could feel Changbin staring at him from the side. Not subtle at all. Of course not. Changbin noticed everything.

Chan shifted in his chair, fingers tapping lightly against the table, trying to focus on literally anything else—the manager’s voice, the buzzing lights, the stupid pattern in the carpet.

Anything but her.

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Later, in the studio, the atmosphere was completely different—but somehow worse.

It was quieter. More personal.

Too much space to think.

Too much space for Changbin invading his thoughts. 

Changbin dropped into the chair beside him, spinning it slightly before leaning forward, elbows on his knees.

“So… what’s up with you?” he asked, eyes narrowing just a bit. “You’ve been weird all day.”

Chan didn’t even look up, just kept clicking through settings on the recording console, pretending to be busy.

“This comeback is just… stressing me out,” he muttered.

Flat. Too flat.

Changbin raised an eyebrow immediately. He wasn’t buying it. Not even a little.

“Yeah,” he said slowly, dragging the word out. “Sure.”

Silence stretched between them for a moment, filled only by the quiet hum of the equipment.

Chan exhaled through his nose, shoulders tense.

Because that wasn’t the truth. Not even close.

The truth was so much worse.

Embarrassing. Messed up. Completely out of line.

His grip tightened on the edge of the console.

Because all he could think about—no matter how hard he tried not to—was her.

Y/N.

And the way she rode a fucking Dildo.

Fuck.

Heat rushed up his neck at the memory, his jaw clenching as he squeezed his eyes shut for half a second.

He just couldn’t unsee it.

The way she moved. The sounds. The way she looked completely different from the quiet, professional girl sitting in that meeting room earlier.

It messed with his head.

Badly.

Chan let out a quiet curse under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair before forcing himself to focus again. His fingers hovered over the controls before he pressed a few buttons, adjusting levels that didn’t even need adjusting.

Anything to keep his mind busy.

Anything to drown it out.

But it didn’t work.

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Well… at least the gym existed.

It was the only place where Chan could shut his brain up for more than five seconds.

The familiar burn in his muscles, the weight of the bar in his hands, the sound of metal clinking—it grounded him. Forced him back into his body instead of his head.

He pushed the weights up with a sharp exhale, arms straining, jaw tight. One rep. Two. Three.

Across the room, Hyunjin was working out too—if you could even call it that. Chan let out a quiet huff of amusement, shaking his head slightly as he watched Felix casually lean over, way too close, saying something that made Hyunjin break into that soft, distracted smile.

Chan snorted under his breath.

“This little shit is just there to distract him,” he muttered to himself, a small grin tugging at his lips.

For a second, things felt normal again.

He pushed the weights up once more, focusing on the rhythm, the strain, the way his arms started to tremble.

Then the door opened.

Chan froze mid-movement.

Voices. Familiar ones.

He set the weights back into place a little too quickly, sitting up as his eyes flicked toward the entrance—

Han.

Their label manager.

And—

Fuck.

Y/N.

His stomach dropped instantly.

She didn’t even look at him.

Not once.

Actually—no, that wasn’t new. She hadn’t looked at him properly in a week. Ever since… yeah. Ever since.

“Chan, get here,” the manager called, already walking further into the room.

Chan let out a quiet sigh, dragging a towel over his face before standing up. His body still felt hot from the workout, but now it had nothing to do with the gym.

As he walked over, he noticed Y/N immediately—how stiff she stood, how her fingers fumbled with her work phone like she didn’t quite know what to do with herself.

Nervous.

Way too nervous.

“She’ll be filming some gym content for the next few days,” the manager said, glancing between them. “Stays love that kind of thing. Just—make sure you look decent.”

And just like that, he turned and walked out again, like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb and left.

Great.

Han mumbled something about getting back to his set and slipped away too, leaving the two of them standing there.

Alone.

Silence.

Heavy. Awkward. Suffocating.

Y/N still wouldn’t look at him.

Chan pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly as if that would somehow fix the situation.

“Do you… want me to just—” he started, gesturing vaguely toward the equipment.

She nodded quickly. Too quickly.

“Yeah—just… do your thing. I’ll film,” she said, voice quiet, almost rushed, her eyes glued to her phone screen like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Chan hesitated for half a second before nodding.

“Right.”

He turned, walking back to his spot, trying to ignore the weird tension crawling under his skin as she positioned herself behind the camera.

He sat down, hands resting on his thighs for a moment before reaching for the weights again.

“Can I ask you something?”

Her voice cut through the noise, softer this time. Careful.

Chan looked up.

And fuck.

That was a mistake.

Because now he was actually looking at her—really looking—and it hit him all over again. The way she stood there, a little unsure, biting the inside of her cheek.

She looked… nothing like the version burned into his brain.

She was way more Beautiful.

And somehow that made it worse.

“Yeah?” he said, quieter now.

She swallowed, her grip tightening around her phone.

“Can you… just keep it to yourself?” she asked, the words coming out in a rush. “I promise I won’t tell anyone anything either, I just— I really need this job. It’s the best one I can get right now, and I need the money from… from the other one too…”

Her voice wavered at the end, and she quickly looked down again, blinking a little too fast.

And that’s when Chan realized—

She thought he’d expose her.

That he’d use it against her.

Something in his chest twisted.

He straightened immediately, glancing around out of instinct, lowering his voice.

“Hey—no. I’m not gonna tell anyone anything,” he said, firm but gentle. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

He paused for a second, softer now.

“Seriously. I’m not an asshole.”

Her shoulders dropped just a little, like she’d been holding that tension in for days.

Chan rubbed the back of his neck, exhaling quietly.

Yeah, he was embarrassed as hell.

Confused. Messed up over it.

But he wasn’t going to ruin her life over it.

Not even close.

She spent the rest of the day behind the camera.

Filming him.

Listening to him.

Every strained breath, every low groan when he pushed through another rep, every quiet curse under his breath when the weight got heavier—it all got picked up by her phone.

And she hated how much her body reacted to it.

It didn’t make sense. It really didn’t. This was Chan— technically her boss right now—and yet every sound, every flex of his arms, the way his shirt clung slightly to his skin… it all got under her skin in a way she couldn’t ignore.

She swallowed hard, shifting her weight slightly, forcing herself to focus on the screen. Angles. Lighting. Framing. Anything professional.

Anything but the way her stomach kept tightening for no reason.

Get it together.

By the time she finally lowered her phone, the gym had gone quiet.

The others had already left one by one—laughing, talking, grabbing their things—until it was just… them.

Chan set the weights down with a soft thud, rolling his shoulders before grabbing his towel. He wiped his face, slightly out of breath, before glancing over at her.

“How does it look on camera?” he asked, walking over.

Her throat felt weirdly dry.

“Oh—uh, yeah. I think I got some really good angles,” she said quickly, stepping closer and holding up her phone.

He leaned in beside her.

Too close.

She could feel the warmth coming off him, could smell that faint mix of detergent and sweat, and it made her brain short-circuit for a second.

Focus.

Chan took the phone, casually swiping through the clips. His expression stayed neutral, focused—but she could barely even see the screen anymore.

Because she was suddenly very aware of everything.

She was so Horny she felt DIZZY.

Her pulse. Her breathing. The fact that she needed to calm down immediately before it became obvious.

Where the hell was this even coming from?

She took a slow breath in, then another, forcing her shoulders to relax.

“These look good…” Chan muttered, still scrolling. “Not sure if Stays will love it, though.”

“They will,” she said a little too quickly, then cleared her throat. “I mean—yeah. They will. I’ve seen fan pages on my personal TikTok. Trust me, this kind of content does really well.”

He glanced at her for a second at that.

Something unreadable in his expression.

“Same time tomorrow?” she added, softer now.

Chan nodded. “Yeah.”

A small silence settled again.

She shifted slightly, trying—really trying—to ease the tension that kept creeping back in.

“You’re… really consistent,” she said, attempting a light tone. “I wish I had that kind of gym motivation.”

Chan looked at her properly this time.

Not just a glance.

And it made her heart skip in the most annoying way.

“Well,” he said slowly, tilting his head just a little, “bring some gym clothes tomorrow. I’ll show you.”

She blinked. “I don’t think I’m allowed—this is your—”

“You are if I say so.”

It caught her off guard completely.

Before she could even respond, he tapped lightly against the Stray Kids sign on the door as he passed, like that alone explained everything—then pushed it open.

And just like that, he was gone.

The door shut behind him with a soft click.

Y/N stood there for a moment, still holding her phone, staring at nothing.

Then she let out a slow breath she didn’t even realize she’d been holding.

“…What the hell is happening,” she whispered to herself.

Because there was no way—

no actual way—

that this was what her life had turned into.

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She pushed the gym door open.

No hesitation this time.

Jeongin didn’t even flinch when she walked in on him standing shirtless in front of the mirror, turning slightly as he flexed like he was checking every possible angle. Changbin stood behind Hyunjin, spotting him while he struggled with a heavier set, muttering encouragement. Felix was on the floor nearby, doing push-ups—completely in his own world, softly singing to himself between breaths to train for the stage.

It was… normal.

Comfortably chaotic.

And then there was Chan.

Sitting on the bench, exactly where he always was.

He looked up the moment she stepped in—

—and for the first time, it threw him off.

Not just a little.

Actually.

His gaze dropped before he could stop himself.

Leggings.

Of course she’d wear leggings to the gym.

But these—

they fit her like they were made for her. Every line, every curve, nothing hidden, nothing left to the imagination.

Chan swallowed, his grip tightening slightly on the edge of the bench.

Through the mirror, he caught Jeongin noticing too—his eyes flicking toward her reflection for just a second too long.

Chan’s jaw ticked.

Y/N, completely aware now, awkwardly zipped her jacket up a little higher, like that would somehow fix anything. Then she lifted her phone, clearing her throat softly.

“Let’s go?” she said, trying to sound normal.

Chan looked at her for a second longer—

then smiled, slow and unreadable, before reaching up and pulling his tank top off in one smooth motion.

Her brain short-circuited.

“Well—fuck me,” she blurted out before she could stop herself.

Silence.

Then her own gasp hit her a second too late.

Chan let out a quiet snort, clearly amused.

“Maybe later,” he said casually, already reaching for the weights.

That did not help.

At all.

She just stood there for a second, completely thrown, before forcing herself to move—stepping behind him, opening the camera, focusing.

Work.

Just work.

In the background, the others started wrapping up. One by one, they drifted out—Changbin first, then Jeongin. Hyunjin lingered just long enough to grab Felix by the waist, pulling him along with a quiet laugh as Felix protested half-heartedly.

Y/N quickly angled the camera away.

Yeah. Not filming that.

She refocused on Chan instead—his back, the way his muscles moved under his skin with every rep, controlled, steady, focused.

She swallowed again.

When he finally stopped, she stopped the recording too.

Silence settled.

Again.

“Are you a weight lifter?” Chan asked, glancing back at her.

“Not really…” she admitted.

A pause.

Then—

“Do you want to try?”

Her first instinct was to say no.

Her second was to run.

But instead, she nodded.

“…Okay.”

Chan grabbed his tank top and pulled it back on, like he needed that layer again.

“You should take off the jacket,” he added, voice more neutral now. “Easier to move.”

She hesitated for half a second—then nodded, reaching for the zipper.

She pulled it down slowly.

Chan regretted suggesting that immediately.

Because the tank top she had on underneath—

Yeah.

That wasn’t helping him think straight.

At all.

“Sit,” he said, a little too quickly.

She did.

He adjusted the weights, making them lighter, then stepped closer—guiding her hands into position.

“Like this… yeah.”

His voice dropped slightly without him noticing.

Her fingers brushed against his for a second, and it sent something sharp up her spine.

She glanced up at him through her lashes—

—and he licked his lips absentmindedly, eyes fixed on her for just a fraction too long.

Her brain went blank.

Right.

Weights.

Focus.

She lifted.

It was heavier than she expected.

A small sound slipped out of her before she could stop it, and she quickly lowered the bar again, breathing a little harder now.

“That was good,” Chan said quietly.

Then—without thinking—

“Don’t give up. Come on, gorgeous—”

He stopped mid-sentence.

Too late.

The word hung in the air between them.

Chan bit down on his tongue, like he could physically take it back.

But he couldn’t.

And now they were both very, very aware of it.

Chan had always been careful.

Too careful, some would say.

NDAs, boundaries, rules stacked on top of rules—he made sure everything was controlled, clean, safe. Not just for himself, but for the boys too. No scandals, no risks, no stupid mistakes.

He’d never slipped.

Never even come close.

Until now.

Because this—whatever this was—felt different. Messier. Harder to control. Like something that kept slipping through his fingers no matter how tightly he tried to hold onto it.

“Did you… stream last night?”

The question came out more hesitant than he intended.

Y/N froze for a second.

Then color rushed to her cheeks.

“No… I haven’t since…” she trailed off, her gaze dropping for a moment—then, without meaning to, drifting over him. His arms. His chest.

“…since the call.”

Chan’s jaw tightened slightly.

“Why?”

A small pause.

Then, quieter—

“I felt ashamed.”

That made him look at her properly.

“Of what?”

She swallowed, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her tank top.

“Of what I do…” she murmured. “It’s… a terrible thing.”

Chan frowned immediately, shaking his head a little.

“You didn’t have much of a choice,” he said, voice low but firm. “The pay here isn’t exactly great either. I’m sorry.”

Her eyes flicked back up to him at that, something conflicted in her expression.

“Well… it’s not really something I can explain away easily,” she said softly. “If I ever meet someone… a man… and I have to tell him what I do…”

Chan straightened slightly at that.

“If he thinks less of you for it,” he said, without hesitation, “then he’s not the right one.”

She hesitated.

There was something else on her mind—something she almost said, then stopped herself.

“…Would—” she started, then cut herself off.

Chan tilted his head slightly.

“Would you what?”

She looked down again, playing with the fabric like it suddenly became very interesting.

“Would you date a girl like that?” she asked quietly.

There it was.

Chan didn’t even need to think about it.

“I’d date a girl like that,” he said, just as quietly. “And I’d make sure she didn’t have to keep doing something that makes her feel like this.”

Her head lifted again, eyes searching his face like she was trying to figure out if he meant it.

He did.

But the moment stretched a second too long, the air shifting into something heavier again—so Chan cleared his throat lightly.

“Come here,” he said, changing direction. “Let me help you properly.”

She blinked, then nodded, scooting slightly forward on the bench like he asked.

Chan moved behind her.

Close.

Too close.

He sat down, his legs bracketing the bench on either side of her, steadying it as he leaned in just enough to guide her posture again.

“Back straight,” he murmured.

His hand hovered for a second before lightly adjusting her arm.

Professional.

That’s what this was supposed to be.

But the space between them felt anything but.

She could feel the warmth of him behind her, the solid presence, the way every small movement made her more aware of him.

And Chan—

Fuck these weights. 

"Your body is perfect," Chan mumbled. Her eyes fluttered.

"You are perfect…," he looked at her through the mirror in front of them.

"I still have you riding this dildo in my brain on loop. I keep replaying it mentally," he whispered. She felt the heat between her legs.

"Chan…,"

"Delete the account. Let me spoil you…. you won't have to worry about any type of bill ever again….," her eyes locked in on his.

"I need you….. I can't keep fighting against it. " he mumbled. He inhaled her scent.

"But what if your fans….,"

"Nobody will know anything, the company will protect you, I will, I will make sure nothing will happen, I promise you baby She leaned her head to the side. He kissed her neck. She closed her eyes. His hands grabbed her waist and he pulled her back closer to his chest.

Y/N moaned when he bit her neck and pressed his boner against her lower back. He continued kissing her more upwards and she turned her head enough for him to kiss her properly. Her tongue and his.

God, he was such a good kisser. His hand grabbed one of her tits through her top and groped them. He was so rough but soft at the same time. "Will you let me fuck you?" he asked between the kisses. "Mhmm…… yeah," she was so out of it already. Her brain full of only one thing.

Chan. Chan. Chan. Chan's cock….. His hand got down and spread her legs; she put either of them on one of his legs.

He held them wide and his hand grabbed her pussy through her leggings. "No underwear huh?" "Aesthetic purpose," she sighed. "Sure," he kissed her again. Then he pulled down the hem of her tank top. Her tits bounced free. "Been wanting to play with these ever since you tried that little bikini on that one stream," he said.

She smiled slightly as he played with her nipples. She looked in the mirror again.

Nobody ever told her that you'll get a confidence boost from looking at yourself being played with by Bang Chan. But here we are.

She could see a wet spot between her legs and blushed. "Take your leggings off," she put her legs together and did it so fast while he threw his top away.

He pulled her back in. Y/N was only wearing her tank top that looked like a belt from the way Chan pulled it down to see her tits. He made her legs go on his again to spread them again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck….," he took his finger and spread her pussy lips. Investigating it almost. "I don't think there could be a prettier pussy than yours.," she blushed.

He played with her pussy lips and she watched him.

Then he rubbed her clit and she bit back the moan. "Always wanted to know how good you feel…… looked so damn hard to stick a dildo in you," he pushed a finger in, she was so wet. And fuck. She was tight. "I need to put my dick in you holy shit," he moaned. She whimpered and nodded.

She felt him pushing down his pants enough. With ease he lifted her high enough for his tip to coat itself in her wetness. He rubbed his dick between her lips, watched it while he went up and down. She was a moaning mess. It slid so easily between her folds, and then without warning he slipped inside her.

She moaned out loud. He pulled out. The sound of her wetness and his cock filled the air. He only pulled out until the tip. He groaned when he slid inside again. Slowly at first. He pulled out again. "Baby you feel like heaven I need to be slow or else I will cum in a second," Chan moaned.

Her head fell back against him. He slid in again. Groaning again. Her walls stretched against him.

"How does it feel?" "So big," she babbled. "So big and thick," he started with a slow rhythm of fucking her. "You like that?" she nodded.

He played with her nipples again. Flicking them. She took his hand and slid it down her stomach. She watched it in the mirror while her head was still leaning against him. His big hand over her pussy while he slid in and out.

"Slap it," she breathed while moaning. He slapped her clit and she was almost drooling. He did it again. She tried her best to help him with riding and she let her body go forward. Her hands on the bench. She bounced on Chan's dick, made her ass twerk in front of him. And he couldn't resist slapping her ass now.

"God look at you, so happy that you're mine… this pussy won't stay unfucked for a long time," he fucked her hard watched her ass bounce even more. "Keep your eyes open," he spanked her harder and she looked at herself in the mirror. "Gonna cum Chan," she moaned between the thrusts.

"Yeah? Then do so come on baby," she rode him harder, lifted herself up again and Chan was fucking slamming into her.

Her eyes rolled back and she came hard.

Seconds after he felt himself pumping his seed into her. She tried to catch her breath.

Her back fell back against his chest and his dick slid out of her.

His cum pooling out of her gaping pussy. "Who will clean this up," she asked tiredly.

"I will….,"

Chan kissed her cheek.

Bangchan already knew this night was going to drag.

The studio felt way too quiet.He sighed, leaning back in his chair for a second before running a hand through his hair.

Chan hated working this late again.

He had sent Jisung home because his snoring was getting too loud in the studio. He let Changbin go because he wouldn’t stop whining about being hungry. So now it was just Chan.

And god, he was so pent up again tonight.

He dropped to the floor and did some push-ups while listening to the track. Then he got up and jogged around the studio room for a bit, but nothing helped.

When he sat down again, slightly out of breath, he decided that what he needed right now was probably a different kind of letting off steam.

He grabbed his phone and opened that one forbidden site he had discovered recently. Hell, he didn’t even know why he kept going back to it.

He scrolled through the live videos until one caught his eye.

A beautiful girl.

Well—beautiful body. He couldn’t see her face at all.

He clicked on the video.

It loaded, and then he heard her voice.

Damn it… she had a pretty voice.

“Hi CB97, thank you for joining…”

Chan immediately turned red and turned the volume down.

She waited. She wore lingerie and in her hand was a little remote. “The first person to send me some money will be the one who get‘s to choose the first vibrator setting,” she said. 

Chan bit his lip hard, his heart pounding as he stared at the screen. She sat back and spread her legs wide, the crotchless panties framing her smooth pussy perfectly.

The little vibrator was nestled deep inside her, buzzing faintly already.

Chan was fucking pathetic when he hit send, his cock twitching in his pants just from the sight.

“You can choose between 1 and 14 ….. be gentle with me…,” she purred, her voice husky.

Chan opened the chat with shaky fingers and typed in a 3.

She giggled softly, her hips shifting. “You are my new favourite Viewer.” She clicked the remote to 3, and a low hum filled the stream. Her pussy lips quivered as the vibrations pulsed gently against her clit from inside, and she let out a soft moan, her thighs trembling slightly.

Chan felt his cock swell hard against his zipper, the tip already leaking pre-cum into his boxers.

The next viewer jumped in quick, sending money and typing “5”. She cranked the remote up, the buzz growing stronger, making her back arch as the toy thrummed deeper into her wet folds.

She spread her legs even wider, her glistening pussy on full display, juices starting to drip down her inner thighs. “Mmm, that feels so good,” she whispered, biting her lip.

Another viewer sent a bigger tip. “Show us your tits pretty girl,” they demanded. She moaned louder, the vibrations making her squirm, and grabbed her lace bra, yanking it down to let her full, perky tits bounce free. Her nipples were hard, begging to be sucked.

Chan couldn't hold back anymore. His hand dove into his pants, wrapping around his throbbing cock as he pulled it out, the veiny shaft hot and pulsing in his grip. He started stroking slowly at first, his fist sliding up and down the length, smearing the slick pre-cum over the swollen head with each pump.

Precum beaded at the slit, and he groaned quietly in his dark room, eyes glued to her writhing body. He sent more money, his other hand flying across the keyboard: “10”.

“Oh you are a naughty man,” the girl mumbled, her voice breathy and teasing. He still didn’t see her face but he could hear her smiling, feel the heat in her words.

She twisted the remote to 10, and the vibrator roared to life inside her, slamming intense waves against her g-spot.

Her pussy clenched visibly around the toy, more wetness gushing out as she bucked her hips, tits jiggling with every jolt. “Fuck, yes... harder...,” she gasped, fingers digging into her thighs. Chan's strokes sped up, his hand flying faster over his cock, balls tightening as he watched her lose control, imagining that buzzing heat milking him instead.

  ───୨ৎ───

Oh, he was ashamed.

Deeply ashamed.

Chan didn’t listen to Felix explaining to Hyunjin how the new camera worked, didn’t listen to Seungmin asking Changbin to massage his shoulders, didn’t listen to anything, really.

He just stared down at his feet in the dressing room, unusually silent.

“Ahh hyung, why are you so quiet?” Jisung asked loudly.

Way too loud for Chan’s liking.

“Just thinking about the new album,” Chan mumbled.

Lie.

A horrible, pathetic lie.

He didn’t even dare to open his phone.

God.

He had paid a woman last night.

Paid.

For that.

He was such a fake Feminist.

Chan squeezed his eyes shut for a second.

He was raised better than this, right…?

Right??

He dragged a hand down his face, sinking further into his seat like he could disappear into the floor.

The door suddenly opened.

Chan looked up.

Their new PR girl walked in.

“I need two of you for a TikTok in ten minutes, is that possible?” she asked, her voice a little nervous.

Y/N.

She was shy. Everyone knew that.

But she got her work done.

And she was—

Chan blinked.

—really pretty.

He immediately looked away.

Stop it.

You don’t deserve to think that.

You literally paid a girl on the internet yesterday, what is wrong with you?

“Get a grip,” he muttered under his breath.

Before he could stop himself, Chan slapped his own cheek.

The room went quiet.

“…Are you okay?” Felix asked, looking genuinely concerned.

Chan sighed and nodded quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

Totally not fine.

Y/N bit her lip, slightly awkward now, and lifted her phone again.

“Boys, I really need two of yo—”

“We’ll do it,” Hyunjin cut in, grabbing Felix’s hand and raising it.

Felix blinked. “Wait—”

Too late.

Y/N smiled, clearly relieved. “Thank you!”

She turned to leave, but just before she stepped out, her eyes flickered over to Chan for a brief second.

He froze.

Then the door closed.

Chan dropped his head into his hands.

Oh, this was bad.

This was really bad.

───୨ৎ───

But he was not immune to the temptation of that camgirl.

Not at all.

He found himself on her page every single night for two weeks straight. It was like a routine now. Finish work, go home, sit in the dark, open that site.

He couldn’t help himself.

“Hi, my sweet boy,” her sultry voice always said whenever he joined.

Every. Single. Time.

And every time, his stomach flipped like an idiot.

He was her highest payer.

That alone made him want to crawl into a hole and disappear.

He had tried—once—to pay double just to see her face. Just once. Just to get it out of his system.

But she was strict about it.

Secretive.

One viewer had asked her before.

“I can’t….. i…. have a day job… with a reputation… they just don’t pay me well,” she had said casually, already pulling out new lingerie to try on for them like it was nothing.

Like this was normal.

Like he was normal.

Chan pressed his lips together at the memory.

  ───୨ৎ───

Chan was at the soundcheck for the show they were performing later that day.

The stage lights were too bright, the music too loud, everything too much.

His phone vibrated in his hand.

He frowned and pulled it out.

A mail?

On his secret mail account?

Chan’s stomach dropped.

He looked around quickly before opening it.

It was her.

His face went pale.

“I usually never offer this. But would you want a one-on-one stream? I see you and you see me. You pay per 5 minutes and we don’t reveal our identities. I promise. I just have the feeling that you’ll want it… need it even… You can think about it <3”

Chan just stared at the screen.

Speechless.

Heart pounding way too fast for something like this.

“Chan, please take your phone down.”

Her voice snapped him out of it.

He looked up.

Y/N was standing a few meters in front of him, already holding up her phone.

Chan quickly locked his screen and lowered his hand.

She took a photo for the Stray Kids Instagram story.

“Handsome,” she muttered quietly to herself, smiling at the picture.

Chan let out a small, awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck.

“Ah… thanks.”

She nodded slightly and walked away, already pulling out her personal phone.

For a second, Chan’s eyes followed her.

She stopped near the side of the stage and checked something—her emails, maybe.

Her expression changed almost instantly.

A small frown.

Disappointment.

Then she sighed and locked her phone again.

Chan frowned slightly without realizing it.

He didn’t like that look on her.

She looked prettier when she smiled.

Chan blinked.

Then immediately looked away.

What the hell was wrong with him?

───୨ৎ───

He actually did think about it.

A lot more than he should have.

For days.

Every night, every quiet moment, every time he opened his phone and saw that email still sitting there.

But he didn’t answer.

Not until—

They won.

Album of the year.

The cheers, the lights, the adrenaline—it was too much, too overwhelming, too good.

Chan was buzzing.

High on it.

High on everything.

And suddenly, all that hesitation?

Gone.

There was no holding back anymore.

He was sitting in the van, still laughing with the others, trophy somewhere between them, when he grabbed his phone.

Euphoric.

Reckless.

He opened the mail and typed without thinking twice.

“Babe, I’ll pay you per MINUTE. When do you want me?”

Send.

Chan leaned his head back against the seat, grinning to himself, staring out of the window, completely lost in his own world.

Not noticing—

That a phone next to the driver’s seat, right in front of all the boys…

Vibrated.

  ───୨ৎ───

 Back at the dorm, Chan barely made it inside.

“Hyung, goodni—”

The door to his room slammed shut before Jeongin could even finish.

Chan didn’t care.

His heart was racing again.

His phone vibrated.

He didn’t even sit down, just unlocked it immediately.

“I could get ready in 20 minutes.💋”

Chan let out a breathless laugh.

“Fuck, yeah…”

His fingers moved quickly.

“See you then.”

He tossed his phone onto the bed, running both hands through his hair, pacing his room once, twice.

Trying to calm down.

Failing.

Completely.

  ───୨ৎ───

He got out of the shower just in time. He got on the site. Logged in. And there she was.

Her camera went on, angled perfectly to show her body from the neck down—no face, just the enticing curves he'd clicked into this private session for.

Chan sat on his desk chair. Nothing behind him that could reveal that he was Bang Chan from Stray Kids.

Water droplets still clung to his trained muscular body, fresh from the shower, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.

“Hi big guy“ she purred, her voice sultry and anonymous through the speakers.

Chan felt his cock twitch and harden instantly at the mystery of her. “Hi gorgeous“ he replied, his gaze devouring the screen.

She wore a dark red set, crotchless as always, fuck, it drove him wild. Her thighs looked inviting, her posture teasing even from this hidden angle.

“You look so fucking hot“ she said, her tone dripping with hunger. “Show me that pretty cock so I can match it with the right toy“

Chan didn't hesitate, yanking the towel free to reveal his thick, veined length springing up, already half-hard and heavy against his abs.

She let out a soft whimper that sent a jolt straight to his balls. “Do you like what you see?“ he asked, wrapping his hand around the base and giving it a slow stroke, watching pre-cum pearl at the tip.

“Oh fuck yes“ she breathed, the sound raw and needy. She reached off-screen and pulled out a dildo that mirrored his cock perfectly—long, girthy, with realistic ridges and a flared head that promised to stretch her wide.

This was his private show; she didn't do toys like this on her public streams.

“This big one's just for you“ she teased, laying back on her massive bed, the sheets rumpling under her. She started by trailing her fingers down her body, dipping into the slick heat of her exposed pussy, spreading her lips to show how wet she already was.

The crotchless lingerie framed her like a gift, the red lace hugging her hips and barely containing her full breasts. “Turn around first—I need to see that ass“ Chan growled, his hand pumping his cock steadily now, the wet slap echoing in his room.

She complied without a word, flipping onto her knees and arching her back, presenting her round cheeks to the camera.

He groaned as she slapped her ass hard, the flesh jiggling enticingly, red blooming on her skin.

She spread her cheeks wide, giving him a glimpse of her tight pussy and the puckered hole above, before turning back and positioning the dildo at her entrance.

Her fingers wrapped around the base, lifting it like an offering as she brought it to her mouth first.

She rubbed the tip against her lips, parting them to let her tongue flick out and lap at the head, swirling wet circles that made it shine. “Mmm, gonna make this taste like your cock“ she murmured, her voice husky as she pressed her mouth down, sucking the shaft deep.

Her cheeks hollowed with each bob, saliva dripping messily down the length, coating it thoroughly in her spit.

She deepthroated it with ease, gagging softly for effect, her throat working around the thickness while her free hand kneaded her breast through the lace.

Chan's strokes quickened, his muscular chest heaving as water trailed down to his V-line, mixing with the pre-cum leaking over his knuckles.

The sight of this faceless stranger worshipping a toy version of him was intoxicating—pure, anonymous filth. “Fuck, that's perfect. Now rub it on your pussy and slide it in deep“ he commanded, his voice rough with need.

She pulled the dildo free with a wet pop, strings of her saliva stretching between her lips and the toy. She teased the slick head along her folds, parting them to reveal her swollen clit and the creamy arousal coating her inner thighs.

She pushed it in slowly, her pussy lips blooming around the girth, stretching taut as she took the first few inches. “Oh shit, it's splitting me open“ she gasped, her hips rolling to work more inside, the toy disappearing inch by veiny inch until her ass rested against her hand.

She started thrusting it with purpose, her walls clenching visibly around it, juices squelching out with every plunge. Her hand moved faster, fucking herself harder, the base slapping against her clit on each downstroke.

To amp it up, she reached up and tugged the lace cups of her lingerie down, freeing her heavy tits.

They spilled out, nipples dark and pebbled, bouncing wildly as she rammed the dildo deeper.

“Look at these tits bouncing for you“ she panted, cupping them and squeezing, pinching the nipples until they ached.

Chan leaned in, his cock throbbing in his fist, the veins bulging as he matched her rhythm. Her breasts jiggled hypnotically with every forceful pump, the dildo pistoning in and out of her sopping pussy, making obscene, wet sounds that filled the call.

She twisted the toy inside, grinding it against her sensitive spots, her body arching off the bed as pleasure coiled tight in her core.

The heat built relentlessly; she shifted positions, straddling the dildo now, mounting it like she would him.

On her knees, she lowered herself onto the full length, her pussy engulfing it completely, tits swaying pendulously as she began to ride. Up and down she went, slow at first to savor the stretch, then faster, her ass cheeks slapping against the base with each descent.

Her hands braced on her thighs, she rode hard, the toy bottoming out inside her, her walls fluttering around it.

Sweat beaded on her skin, making the red lingerie cling transparently to her curves, her exposed breasts heaving and slapping together with the force of her movements.

Chan's abs tightened, his free hand gripping the desk as he jerked off furiously, the tip of his cock flushed dark and slick. This stranger's body was a masterpiece of motion—faceless but utterly devoted to pleasuring him through the screen.

“Ride it harder, make those tits bounce like you want my cum all over them“ he urged, his breath ragged.

She moaned loudly, obliging by slamming down repeatedly, the dildo squelching deep, her pussy creaming around it in thick rivulets that soaked her thighs.

She leaned back slightly, one hand reaching to spread her lips wider, showing him how the toy stretched her, while the other tweaked her nipple, pulling it taut.

The intensity peaked; her rides turned frantic, hips grinding in circles to hit every angle, her body trembling on the edge. “I'm so close—gonna soak this thing thinking of your cock“ she cried, her voice breaking into desperate whines.

Chan felt his balls draw up, the pressure unbearable. “Cum for me, show me how you squirt on it“ he demanded, his strokes blurring.

She shattered first, riding down hard one last time, her pussy convulsing wildly around the dildo as she gushed, clear fluids spraying out around the base, drenching the sheets.

That pushed him over—Chan's orgasm ripped through him, hot ropes of cum erupting from his cock, painting his hand, abs, and even splattering the desk as he groaned low and primal.

They both caught their breath, the air thick with satisfaction. She slowly lifted off the toy, her pussy gaping and pulsing, a trail of her release dripping down.

After the orgasm glow ended, the room fell into a heavy silence.

Chan was still trying to catch his breath, staring at the ceiling like his brain hadn’t caught up to what had just happened yet.

Y/N moved first.

“I—uh—I’m just gonna… clean up,” she mumbled, voice small again, like that confident tone from before had completely disappeared.

She reached to the side, grabbing for some tissues, still a little shaky.

And then—

Her phone slipped.

It hit the surface with a loud thud, tilting forward.

“Fuck—!” she yelped in shock.

Chan flinched at the sudden noise, his own phone slipping down.

It fell.

For a split second, everything froze.

Then—

The screens adjusted.

The cameras shifted.

And suddenly—

They were looking at each other.

Not silhouettes.

Not shadows.

Not usernames.

Real.

Chan’s breath got stuck in his throat.

His eyes widened in pure horror as he stared at the screen.

At her.

At—

His PR manager.

Y/N.

“Oh my God—!” Y/N screamed, scrambling back, nearly knocking something else over.

Chan didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

Minho loved his girl dearly. Everyone knew it. The way he talked about her, the way his voice softened just a little when he mentioned her name, the way his eyes would light up. He loved spoiling her, loved dressing her up, loved seeing her glow under his attention like she was made for it.

And every single year, on his birthday, she reminded him exactly why.

So yeah, Minho was losing his mind.

He sat there, knee bouncing so fast it was honestly annoying at this point, fingers tapping against his thigh, barely hearing the chaos around him. The boys were loud—too loud. Felix and Seungmin were in the middle of some ridiculous dance, completely unserious, Hyunjin forcing the others to sing HAPPY BIRTHDAY like they were in some off-key choir, and Chan struggling with a wine bottle.

And Minho?

Minho was somewhere else entirely.

Because all he could think about was her.

At home.

Waiting.

Dressed up just the way he liked, for his Birthday.

Fuck.

He leaned back in his chair, dragging a hand over his face, trying to focus on the livestream camera for at least a second. Fans were spamming the chat, hearts flying everywhere, everyone screaming “Happy Birthday, Minho!” and he tried to smile, he really did—but it came out strained, distracted, like his mind kept slipping through his fingers.

Because he knew what was waiting for him.

And it drove him insane every time.

His jaw tightened slightly, tongue pressing against his cheek as he glanced at the clock again. Too slow. Everything was too slow. The singing, the jokes, the stupid wine bottle—all of it. He needed this to be over.

Needed to get home.

Needed to see her.

The image alone made his stomach tighten—the way she always went all out just for him. Because she knew exactly what it did to him.

Minho had zero self-control when it came to that.

“Hyung, you’re not even watching!” Felix laughed, slightly out of breath from dancing.

“I am,” Minho lied instantly, not even blinking.

He wasn’t.

Not even a little.

Another glance at the clock. Another impatient exhale. His knee wouldn’t stop bouncing, his fingers now drumming faster, like his whole body was trying to get up and leave before his brain gave the signal.

Finally.

Finally, it started wrapping up.

The second he could, he stood, quick smile, quick thanks, a few rushed goodbyes—barely even registering the camera still being on for a moment before he slipped out.

Freedom.

───୨ৎ───

He exhaled sharply the moment the door closed behind him, running a hand through his hair, already pulling out his phone, already thinking about how fast he could get home.

Han was packing up, glancing at him with a knowing grin.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah—I’m staying at Seungmin’s tonight, don’t worry,” he said before Minho could even open his mouth.

Minho didn’t even deny it.

He just smirked, leaned down, pressed a quick kiss to Han’s forehead. “Good.”

And then he was gone.

───୨ৎ───

Back inside, Chan zipped up his jacket, raising an eyebrow. “His girlfriend being dressed like a kitten again?”

Han snorted softly. “Yup.”

Chan just smiled, shaking his head like he’d seen this coming from a mile away.

───୨ৎ───

Meanwhile, Minho was halfway down the stairs, heart racing a little too fast for someone who had just spent hours celebrating.

Now the real part of his birthday was about to start.

And he honestly didn’t know how much longer he could wait.

Minho opened the door. ,,Jagiya,, he was saiyng softly. ,,I‘m hommmeee,,

Minho closed the door behind him. He smiled to himself while he took his shoes off. He put his bag down and walked slowly towards the living room.

"Happy Birthday," she said sweetly.

Fuck. Minho took a deep breath when he saw her. Lingerie in black lace, hiding almost nothing, a little tail swaying behind her from the buttplug nestled in her ass, the matching kitten ears hairband perched in her hair, bows tied around her wrists, and a dainty choker around her throat.

Y/N blinked up at him from her spot on the floor, kneeling on all fours like the perfect pet she was. Gorgeous as ever.

"And who do you belong to, pretty kitten?" Minho asked, his voice low and warm as he stepped even closer.

Y/N reached up with a delicate hand and tugged on the little name tag dangling from her choker. It read, "When lost, return to owner: Lee Minho."

Minho's cock throbbed hard in his pants, straining against the fabric.

He smiled, his eyes darkening with desire as he crouched down to her level. "That's my good girl," he murmured, reaching out to stroke her cheek with the back of his fingers.

"You've been waiting for me all day like this? Such a sweet, obedient kitten for your owner."

Y/N nuzzled into his touch, her eyes half-lidded and submissive, a soft purr rumbling in her throat.

She nodded, her cheeks flushing pink under his gaze. "Yes, owner," she whispered, her voice breathy and eager to please. "I wanted to... to be your perfect birthday gift."

Minho's heart swelled with affection and lust. He cupped her chin, tilting her face up so she had to meet his eyes. "You look incredible, kitten. You're now mine to play with how I want."

She whimpered softly, shifting on her knees, the buttplug shifting inside her and making her tail flick. "All yours, Minho. Please... pet me?"

He chuckled gently, standing up and extending his hand. "Come here, then. Show me how much you missed your owner."

Y/N rose gracefully onto her knees, her hands still on the floor as she crawled forward, her lace-covered breasts swaying with each movement.

He sat down on the Couch.

She pressed her face against his thigh, rubbing her cheek along the bulge in his pants like a cat marking its territory.

Minho groaned, his hand threading into her hair, careful not to disturb the kitten ears. "That's it, baby. Rub against me. Let me feel how needy you are."

She purred louder, her tongue darting out to lick at the fabric over his cock.

The taste of him through the cloth made her mouth water, and she looked up with wide, pleading eyes. "Can I... can I make you feel good, owner? For your birthday?"

Minho's grip tightened just a fraction, guiding her face closer. "You want to suck your owner's cock? Beg for it properly, kitten."

Y/N's lips parted, her voice trembling with submission.

"Please, Minho... let your kitten taste you. I want to wrap my mouth around your thick cock and suck until you fill my throat. I've been so good, waiting here with my tail in, getting wet just thinking about pleasing you."

His breath hitched, and he unzipped his pants with his free hand, freeing his hard length.

It sprang out, already leaking precum from the tip. "Open wide, pretty girl. Show me what that mouth is for."

She obeyed instantly, her lips stretching around his cockhead as she took him in.

Minho watched, mesmerized, as her tongue swirled over the underside, lapping up the salty bead of precum.

"Fuck, yes... just like that. You're so good at this. My perfect pet."

Y/N moaned around him, the vibrations sending jolts through his shaft.

She bobbed her head, hollowing her cheeks to suck harder, her hands braced on his thighs with the bows fluttering.

Saliva dripped down her chin, soaking into the lace of her lingerie, but she didn't care.

All that mattered was making him feel good, earning his praise.

Minho rocked his hips gently, fucking her mouth with controlled thrusts. "You love owning my cock with your lips, don't you?" He stroked her hair, his voice a soothing rumble. "You're doing so well. Making your owner's birthday the best one yet."

She hummed in agreement, her pussy clenching with arousal at his words.

The buttplug pressed against her inner walls every time she shifted, a constant reminder of her role.

After minutes of her devoted attention, Minho pulled back, his cock glistening with her spit. "Enough for now, kitten. I want to taste you too. Lie back on the couch for me."

Y/N scrambled to obey, crawling to the couch and reclining on her back, legs spread wide to expose the sheer lace panties that barely covered her soaked folds. The tail curved up from the plug, making her hips arch slightly.

Minho knelt between her thighs, his hands sliding up her legs to hook into the panties. "These are in my way," he said softly, tugging them down and off, tossing them aside.

He leaned in, inhaling her scent before pressing his mouth to her pussy.

Y/N gasped, her hands flying to his hair as his tongue parted her lips, licking a long stripe from her entrance to her clit. "Oh, owner... yes, please," she begged, her body trembling.

Minho lapped at her eagerly, his tongue circling her swollen clit before dipping inside her heat. "You taste so sweet, kitten." He sucked her clit between his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, and she bucked against his face.

"Minho... it's too much," she whined, but her hips ground forward, chasing the pleasure.

He hummed against her, the vibration making her cry out, and slid two fingers into her tight pussy, curling them to hit that spot inside her.

"Come on, baby. Let go for me. Cum on your owner's tongue like the obedient kitten you are."

His words were muffled but commanding, his free hand petting her thigh soothingly.

Y/N shattered, her walls clenching around his fingers as she came hard, juices flooding his mouth.

She mewled, her body shaking, tears of overstimulation pricking her eyes. Minho licked her through it, gentle laps easing her down until she went limp, panting.

"Good girl," he praised, kissing her inner thigh before rising up.

His cock was rock-hard, pressing against her slick entrance. "Now, for my birthday treat. I'm going to fuck this pretty pussy until I fill it with my cum. You want that, don't you? To be bred?"

"Yes, please," Y/N whispered, wrapping her legs around his waist, the tail plug shifting but untouched. "Fuck me, Minho. Make me yours."

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, groaning at how her pussy gripped him like a vice. "So tight... fuck, kitten, you feel perfect. Taking every bit of my cock so well." Once fully seated, he paused, letting her adjust, his hands roaming to squeeze her breasts through the lace, thumbs teasing her nipples.

Y/N arched into him, submissive and pliant. "Move... please. Use me."

Minho started thrusting, deep and steady, his hips snapping against hers.

The sound of skin slapping filled the room, mixed with her soft mews and his grunts. "That's it—moan for me. Let me hear how much you love being fucked."

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a possessive kiss, tongue mimicking his cock's rhythm.

She kissed back desperately, nails digging into his shoulders as he picked up pace.

His hand slipped between them to rub her clit, making her clench tighter. "You're close again, aren't you? Cum with me, kitten. Milk my cock dry."

The praise pushed her over the edge, her pussy spasming around him as she came, crying out his name.

Minho followed seconds later, burying deep and spilling his load inside her, hot cum flooding her womb.

He held her through it, whispering, "Such a good girl... all filled up with your owner's seed. Happy birthday to me."

They stayed connected, breaths mingling, as he petted her hair gently.

She tried to catch her breath. “I also have a cake prepared, but I’m not sure if you’re hungry right now…” she mumbled.

She was the CEO’s daughter of JYP Entertainment.

She got everything she ever wanted from her dad.

Cute clothes, the newest phone before it even officially released, a Lamborghini for her birthday.

Anything.

But there was one thing she wanted so badly—something her dad would never give her.

One of his idols.

Felix, to be more specific.

She still remembered that day so clearly.

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She had gone to visit her dad during lunch, still in her uniform, slightly annoyed about school, expecting nothing more than a quick meal and maybe a scolding about her grades.

But instead—

he was there.

Felix.

Sitting across from Hyunjin, laughing softly at something, his voice low, warm, almost melodic. She had never seen someone like him before. Soft freckles dusted across his cheeks, golden hair falling perfectly into place.

And when he laughed—

God.

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From that moment on, she was done for.

Yearning. Constantly.

Watching from afar whenever she visited. Catching glimpses of him in practice rooms, in hallways.

But her dad was strict.

Painfully strict.

And she knew—knew—that none of those boys would ever dare to even look at her that way. Not when her father held their entire careers in his hands.

So she stayed quiet.

Observed.

Waited.

Until the night of the fundraising gala.

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The entire company was there—idols, executives, sponsors. The air was thick with expensive perfume. She wore a dress that hugged her body just right, the neckline dipping lower than her father would’ve ever approved of.

She didn’t care.

For once, she didn’t want to be “the CEO’s daughter.”

She just wanted to be seen.

So she sat in a corner, legs crossed, watching the idols mingle with sponsors, forcing smiles, playing their roles perfectly.

And there he was.

Dressed in black.

He was talking to someone, nodding politely, but his eyes… wandered.

Until they landed on her.

He froze for just a second.

Because he recognized her.

Of course he did. The CEO’s daughter—always lingering somewhere in the background, always watching.

He had noticed it before. More than once.

But he had never allowed himself to think too much about it.

Never dared to.

…Until now.

Because the way she was looking at him tonight

It wasn’t subtle.

It wasn’t innocent.

It wasn’t something he could ignore.

No…

His mind hesitated.

Could she…?

Felix swallowed softly, his lips pressing together before they curved into the faintest, almost hesitant smile.

A risk.

A very dangerous one.

And when she saw it—

Her breath hitched.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, heat rushing through her body as if she had just been caught doing something forbidden.

Which, in a way…

She had.

She got up, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor as she made her way down the grand staircase of the penthouse she lived in with her dad—the same place the gala was being held in.

She just needed a moment to breathe.

So she slipped away.

Not noticing the pair of eyes following her every step.

The moment she stepped out onto the balcony, a quiet sigh left her lips, her shoulders finally relaxing as the cool night air brushed against her skin. The noise from inside faded into the background, replaced by the distant hum of the city below.

Seoul glittered beneath her.

She leaned against the railing, fingers nervously fiddling with the fabric of her dress before she reached down, slipping her hand beneath the hem just slightly—pulling a small pack of cigarettes from her stocking.

She placed one between her lips and lit it, inhaling slowly—

“Does your dad know about your smoking habit?”

The deep voice cut through the silence.

She flinched.

Her heart jumped as she turned around—

Felix, watching her.

“No,” she mumbled, caught.

He stepped closer.

Too close.

Before she could react, he reached out, gently taking the cigarette from her fingers. His gaze didn’t leave hers as he brought it to his own lips, taking a slow drag, the tip glowing briefly in the dark.

Then he flicked it away over the balcony.

Gone.

“Do you usually listen to your dad?” he asked, his voice low, almost teasing—but there was something else underneath.

Something heavier.

She hesitated, her fingers curling slightly where the cigarette had been.

“…It depends,” she admitted quietly.

A soft hum left him.

“Hmm.”

His eyes dropped.

Not subtly.

Her breath hitched as she noticed it—his gaze lingering on her neckline, on the way the dress dipped just enough to be dangerous.

“Pretty dress…” he murmured.

“Thank you…” her voice came out smaller than she intended.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

The tension stretched.

“I don’t see you around the company lately,” Felix said after a while, glancing past her at the skyline before looking back at her. “Why?”

“I started college,” she replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m busy now.”

He nodded slowly, like he was processing that.

Like it mattered.

His eyes softened—just a little.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She frowned slightly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re always so quiet when you’re around us,” he said. “At events.”

She gave a small smile, almost shy.

“And so beautiful, too,” he added, more quietly this time.

That did it.

Heat rushed to her face instantly, her heart stumbling over itself.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

The question caught her off guard.

She looked up at him, really looked at him—at how close he was standing now, how his presence seemed to fill the entire space around her.

“No,” she said softly.

The air didn’t feel so light anymore.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

His voice was softer now.

She blinked, slightly caught off guard, before glancing down at her arms. Goosebumps had spread across her skin, visible under the soft balcony light.

Oh.

That.

Not cold.

Horny…..

Her thoughts spiraled for a second—God, get a grip—before she quickly shook her head.

“No.”

Felix didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he lifted his hand.

Like he was giving her enough time to pull away if she wanted to.

But she didn’t.

His fingers brushed over her arm—light, barely there—and still it sent a shiver straight down her spine. His touch was warm against her skin, grounding and unsettling at the same time.

“Maybe we should go back inside,” he murmured.

She let out a quiet breath, glancing toward the doors.

“…Where?” she asked. “It’s full of people.”

There was a pause.

Then—

“Do you know a quieter place…?”

Her heart skipped.

She knew exactly what he meant.

And for a second, she hesitated. Not because she didn’t want to—

It was because she did.

Her teeth caught her bottom lip slightly.

“…My room,” she said, almost too quietly.

Felix didn’t react dramatically. No smirk, no teasing comment.

He just stepped aside.

Letting her pass first.

That alone made her stomach flip.

She walked ahead, trying to keep her pace steady, even though she could feel him behind her. Close enough that she was hyper-aware of every step, every breath.

The sound of the gala returned as they stepped back inside—muffled voices, clinking glasses, laughter that felt far away now.

None of it mattered.

Not with him right behind her.

She led him down the hallway, away from the crowd, until they reached her room. Her hand hesitated on the handle for just a second—

Then she opened the door.

They stepped inside.

And just like that, the noise was gone.

Silence.

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She closed the door behind them, the soft click echoing louder than it should have.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Felix moved.

His gaze drifted around the room, slow, observant… until it landed on her nightstand.

He paused.

A small smile tugged at his lips.

Her stomach dropped.

was a photocard of him.

“Fan of me?” he asked, glancing back at her.

Her cheeks burned instantly.

“Could be,” she muttered.

He let out a quiet breath that almost sounded like a laugh before walking further into the room.

Comfortable.

Too comfortable.

He sat down on the edge of her bed, leaning back slightly, his posture relaxed—but his eyes never left her.

Not for a second.

Then he spread his legs just slightly.

Not in a crude way.

Just enough.

An invitation.

He lifted his Hand towards her.

Felix's voice was low and commanding. "Come here," he said, his eyes locked on hers with that intense gaze that made her heart race.

His blonde hair caught the soft light of the room, tousled just enough to look effortlessly sexy.

She hesitated for just a second, her fingers trembling as they gripped the thin straps of her designer dress.

Then, with a soft exhale, she let it slide down her body, the fabric pooling at her feet like a discarded secret.

Now she stood before him completely bare except for the sheer black stockings clinging to her legs, her full breasts heaving with each nervous breath, nipples already hardening in the cool air of her luxurious bedroom.

Her skin flushed, exposed and vulnerable under his hungry stare.

Felix leaned forward slightly, his hands reaching out to guide her closer until she was right between his spread thighs.

He started with her thighs, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin just above her stockings.

His lips trailed up and down, tasting the smoothness there, his breath warm against her.

She shivered, her hands instinctively threading into his blonde locks as he nipped lightly at the lace tops of the stockings, his teeth grazing her flesh.

With a growl of impatience, he hooked his fingers into the thin strap of her thong, but no—he used his teeth instead, capturing the delicate fabric and tugging it down slowly.

Inch by inch, it peeled away from her hips, revealing the neat trim of her pussy, already glistening with arousal.

The thong dropped to her ankles, and she stepped out of it, fully naked now from the waist down.

Felix didn't waste a moment. Still seated on the bed, he gripped her hips and pulled her forward until her pussy was level with his mouth.

His tongue darted out first, a long, flat lick right up her slick folds, tasting her sweetness.

She gasped, her knees buckling slightly as he dove in deeper, his lips sealing around her clit and sucking hard.

He ate her out like a man starved, his tongue thrusting inside her tight entrance, lapping at her juices that dripped freely now.

One hand slid up her thigh, and he hooked her leg over his shoulder, opening her up completely.

Her stocking-clad calf rested against his back as he buried his face between her legs, his nose pressing into her mound while his mouth worked relentlessly.

He sucked on her clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, then plunged two fingers into her soaking pussy, curling them to hit that spot that made her cry out.

Even though she was forbidden—the untouched prize of his boss, a line he knew he shouldn't cross—he devoured her like she was his to claim, his free hand squeezing her ass to hold her steady as she trembled.

"Felix... oh god," she moaned, her voice breaking as waves of pleasure built inside her.

Her body arched, hips grinding against his face as he added a third finger, stretching her walls while his tongue lashed her clit without mercy.

The pressure built fast, her thighs quivering around his head.

He pulled back just enough to murmur against her slick skin, his breath hot. "That's it, let go for me. You're mine now—no one else's, especially not with your dad breathing down my neck. He disapproves? Fuck him. I'll have you whenever I want, from now on. Only mine."

His words sent a thrill through her, possessive and unyielding, as he sucked harder, fingers pumping faster.

She shattered, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she squirted, hot liquid gushing out in forceful spurts that soaked his hand, chin, and the silk sheets below.

Her cries echoed in the room, body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her, leaving her legs weak and trembling.

Felix wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes blazing with ownership.

He pulled her down onto the bed with him. She tumbled onto the expensive silk sheets, the fabric cool against her heated skin, as he captured her mouth in a fierce kiss.

His tongue invaded her, sharing the taste of her own arousal, and she melted into it—their first real kiss, deep and consuming.

Her pussy clenched, getting even wetter from the intimacy, juices soaking the sheets beneath her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his soft blonde hair.

Felix stripped quickly, his hard cock springing free, thick and veined, pre-cum beading at the tip.

He positioned himself between her legs, rubbing the head along her slick slit, teasing her entrance. "You want this? Want me to claim you fully?" he asked, his blonde strands falling over his forehead as he loomed over her.

"Yes," she whimpered, arching up. "Please, Felix. I need you inside me."

He thrust in without hesitation, bare and raw, stretching her pussy inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.

She cried out at the fullness, her walls gripping him tight, but it was pure pleasure—no pain, just the delicious burn of being filled by his thick cock. He started slow, pulling back and slamming in again, building a rhythm that had her nails digging into his shoulders, her stockings sliding against his hips.

But it didn't stay slow. Felix fucked her wild, hips snapping hard and fast, the bed creaking under them as he pounded her into the mattress.

Her bare breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples rubbing against his chest, and she wrapped her stocking legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, he went to grip her thighs, spreading her wider.

He angled his hips to hit her g-spot relentlessly, his balls slapping against her ass with wet, obscene sounds. "This pussy, fuck….. I'll breed you, fill you up until you're dripping with my cum—mark you as mine forever. No one else touches you. Ever."

She was lost in it, enjoying every brutal second—her eyes rolling back in her head as ecstasy overwhelmed her.

"Harder... oh fuck, yes!" she screamed, her body arching off the silk sheets.

The possessive words fueled her, making her clench around him tighter.

He flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so she was on all fours, and drove back in from behind, one hand fisting her hair to pull her head back, the other spanking her ass with sharp slaps that left red handprints on her pale skin.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice rough as he thrust deeper, grinding against her cervix. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," she gasped, pushing back against him, her pussy fluttering. "Only yours, Felix—fuck, don't stop!"

He growled in approval, fucking her even rougher, his free hand reaching around to rub her swollen clit in tight circles.

The dual assault built her up again, her body tensing as another orgasm crashed over her.

She squirted hard this time, her juices spraying out around his pistoning cock, drenching his thighs and the sheets in a messy flood.

Her walls milked him desperately, her screams muffled into the pillow as she shook, the release so intense it left her vision blurring.

Felix didn't let up, chasing his own release with possessive fervor. "Gonna pump you full of my seed—make sure everyone knows you're taken. Your dad can disapprove all he wants; I'll keep coming back for this pussy. It's mine to fill, mine to own."

His thrusts grew erratic, hips slamming forward one last time as he buried himself deep.

He came with a guttural roar, his cock pulsing as he shot thick ropes of cum straight into her unprotected pussy, flooding her depths.

Rope after hot rope coated her walls, overflowing slightly as he kept pumping, ensuring every drop stayed inside.

He collapsed over her back, both of them panting on the ruined sheets, his seed leaking out around his softening cock in creamy trails.

But even in the afterglow, his hand possessively cupped her hip, thumb tracing circles.

"Remember that," he whispered, nipping her ear. "You're mine now. No going back."