#bss

Twenty-two was an embarrassing age to still be a virgin. You told yourself that it was okay, that you were just waiting for the right guy. But deep down, you knew that if anybody found out, you would want the ground to swallow you whole.

Sure, you had kissed a few guys before, but you’d never actually gotten intimate with one. It’s funny when you think about it; your thirteen bosses all ooze sex appeal, yet you had never gotten the right kind of attention. It was just you and your rose toy.

You worked as a runner for Seventeen. You and Seungkwan were childhood friends, and he had gotten you the job when you turned 20. You had always wanted to move to Seoul, so when the BSS boys invited you to live with them when you were hired, you couldn’t say no.

It was only meant to be until you had sorted something out for yourself but suddenly, two years have passed, and you're still sleeping across the hallway from the three most chaotic men in the industry.

The truth was that you loved living with them, and around a year in, no one saw the point of you leaving. Being essentially their personal assistant, you’ve gotten to know every little thing about them over the years. Their likes, dislikes, favourite foods, drinks and even their types in girls.

Seungkwan was practically married to Vernon, so you never had to worry about him. However, there were many times where you were ditched by the other two in a club, whenever they left with a girl. But you? You always went home alone.

It was now a Thursday evening. Seungkwan and Seokmin were out doing god knows what. You never really questioned their whereabouts, you mostly just kept to yourself and respected their boundaries as much as you could.

You were sitting at the desk in your bedroom, sorting through the dance rehearsal schedule for the upcoming week, when you heard a knock at the door.

“Come in!” you shouted, swivelling on your chair to face Soonyoung, who had entered holding a bowl of popcorn.

“Jihoon is coming over and we’re gonna watch a movie. Do you want to join?” He asked, looking hopeful.

“What movie are you watching?” You rarely watched films with them, as your taste was more romance k-dramas and theirs was some weird thriller shit.

“We’re still deciding between Scream and Friday the 13th.”

Hell no. You don’t do horror films. You never have and you never will. You hated everything about them. The jump scares, the blood, and most of all, the darkness of your room when you’re left alone once the credits start to roll.

You looked Soonyoung dead in the eyes and shook your head. “There’s no way.”

“Y/n come on. You never watch films with us anymore,” he pleaded.

“Soonie, you know how I feel about horror films,” you said in protest.

“I’ll sleep in here tonight with you if you get too scared,” he bargained with you.

You finally gave in and reluctantly walked to the living room. You sunk into the couch between the two boys, robbing the pillow from behind Jihoon and the blanket from Soonyoung, who instantly pulled it back so it covered both of you.

The opening scene began, and you instantly jumped at the sound of the phone ringing on screen, making both of the boys laugh at you.

You gave them an eye roll and internally cried at the thought of having to watch the rest of this movie. You didn’t like to think of yourself as a wimp, but the truth is, you were in fact the biggest wimp ever.

As the film went on, you resorted to using Soonyoung’s hand as your personal eye shield. This then escalated to you hiding your face in his chest. By the halfway point, you were basically shaking like a little bitch in his lap.

You had spent most of the time with your face in Soonyoung’s chest, not even fully watching the film, but somehow still reacting to the sounds. When you finally looked up, there was a sex scene playing out on the screen.

Out of pure instinct, you sat up and straightened your back, releasing your tight grip on Soonyoung’s hand. You had hoped no one noticed the shift in you, but you could feel his eyes lingering.

“I’m going to get a Coke Zero,” Jihoon said, completely oblivious to your actions. He paused the tv and wandered to the kitchen, leaving you and Soonyoung alone. You tried to awkwardly avert your gaze from the half naked woman on the screen, looking around the room for anything else to stare at.

“You’ve never done it have you?” Soonyoung asked, his gaze set on you, smirking slightly.

“Done what?” You asked, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

“You’ve never had sex.” he pressed, noticing the pink rise in your cheeks.

“Yes I have.”

“No, I’ve been thinking about it. You’ve lived with us for what, two years? I’ve never seen you bring someone over. I never hear noises coming from your room like the others, and you never get drunk when we play never have I ever.”

You looked over at him, face flushed. You tried your best to come up with a good cover story, but the words failed to come to you.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” you admitted defeat, hoping that Soonyoung has a shred of humanity and will spare you from total humiliation.

He offered you a smile; not a condescending smile, but more of a ‘your secret is safe with me’ smile.

Jihoon returned with his drink, flopping onto the sofa and quietly resuming the film.

The movie ended not long after that. As the credits rolled, you felt unable to move from your curled up position. The house was dark and creepy, and you weren’t even sure if you could make it to your room.

Jihoon turned off the tv and headed home, robbing four cans of Coke Zero from your fridge before he ran out the door, leaving only you and Soonyoung. He stood, holding out his hand to pull you up.

“I don’t want to,” you whined.

“You don’t want to stand?” He asked, a look of confusion forming on his face.

“If I walk behind you, something could grab me from behind. If I walk in front of you, I'd have to be the first to turn the creepy corner in that hallway and we both know that’s not happening.”

Soonyoung rolled his eyes and laughed at your ridiculousness. “I guess I’ll just have to leave you here then,” he muttered, turning towards the door.

“NO! Soonie please don’t leave me,” you practically begged him, tears forming in your eyes.

“I was joking, I’m not going to leave you,” he said reassuringly. “Y/n are you crying?”

“I’m so scared,” you admitted, letting out a nervous laugh and wiping your eyes.

“Okay, okay. Come on,” Soonyoung placed his hands just above your waist. “Jump up for me.”

You did as he said, jumping up and wrapping your legs around him and clinging to him like a koala. He lowered his arm to hold you up under your thighs as you buried your face into his shoulder to block out the monsters that could be lurking around the corner.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach your room, and when he opened the door, Soonyoung carefully placed you down onto your bed.

“Are you okay?” He asked, genuine care threaded in his voice.

“I’m okay. Thank you,” you responded.

“It’s okay, I owe you for making you watch the film with us. Do you still want me to sleep in here with you?” You nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed before you remembered that this was his idea to begin with.

“Okay, I'll go get a blanket and sleep on the floor,” he went to leave again, but you stopped him before he could get to the door.

“Don’t be stupid. You can sleep in the bed with me,” you paused for a second, “unless that would make you feel uncomfortable.”

“I’m okay with it if you are,” he answered quietly.

You responded to him by pulling back the duvet and patting the empty space next to you.

Soonyoung turned off the lights and climbed in next to you.

“Goodnight y/n” he whispered.

“Night Soonie.”

A few weeks passed by after this night, and your nerves revolving Soonyoung spilling your secret have, thankfully, subsided a little. You were mostly hoping that he forgot about it so that your heart would stop racing every time you saw him talking one to one with the others.

It’s not that you didn’t trust him, you just felt so embarrassed by it and you knew that the others would tease you relentlessly for it. Especially Jeonghan.

It’s now Sunday morning, and everything is surprisingly calm in the BSS household. Seokmin is building Lego’s, and Seungkwan is shouting at women’s volleyball on the tv.

You assumed Soonyoung was in the studio with Jihoon, because no one had heard from him in a while.

Trying to take advantage of the day off to get your life together, you sat on your bedroom floor folding laundry, quietly singing along to the Daesung song playing through your headphones. That was when you spotted a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers mixed in with your clothes.

This was the downside of living with three men.

You picked up the boxers reluctantly and made your way into the living room to find their owner, but both boys who are present claim that they’re not theirs, which means they must belong to Soonyoung.

You made your way to his room, knocking on the door and entering quickly after, assuming he wasn’t home.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you caught sight of Soonyoung, lying in his bed, his sweats pushed down to his knees, head thrown back and eyes closed tightly. His hand was clenched around his dick, frantically pumping it up and down.

You froze on the spot, your eyes going wide.

“Y/N!” He shouted, rushing to cover himself up.

You quickly closed your eyes, scrunching them as tightly as you possibly could.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” you said while backing up, your eyes still closed. You stumbled back slightly and walked straight into the door frame.

“OW! Shit!” You cried out, hitting your head and falling to the floor.

“Fuck are you okay?” Soonyoung scrambled to his feet, pulling up his joggers. He rushed over to you, helping you stand and leading you to sit on his desk chair. He crouched in front of you, placing his hands on your knees.

“I’m okay. Sorry, I was just trying to return your boxers,” you said, gesturing to the pile of fabric that was now discarded on the floor.

Soonyoung laughed at you, noticing the blush that had settled on your cheeks.

“Can I ask you something?” He said, still crouching in front of you.

You can only nod in response.

“Is my dick the first one you’ve seen in person?” You felt your face turn bright red as the words came out of his mouth.

“Um..yeah it is,” you basically whispered, too embarrassed to speak at a louder volume.

“Why are you still a virgin anyway?” he asked, more out of confusion than curiosity.

“I’ve just…never trusted anyone enough, I guess,” you admitted, shoulders curling in.

His thumb traced slow circles against your knee. “Do you trust me?”

You met his eyes, then dropped your gaze for half a second before forcing it back up, embarrassed. “I—yeah. I do.”

He hesitated, then asked softly. “Do you want to touch it?”

Your heart jumped straight into your throat. You opened your mouth, closed it, and tried again.

“I—um,” you started, heat flooding your face. “I w-want to. I just—” you let out a shaky breath, flustered. “Y-yeah. I do.”

When Soonyoung led you over to his bed, you could almost hear the sound of your heart racing as your nose was filled with the scent of his aftershave. You sat on the edge of his bed and watched as he removed his joggers, leaving him covered only by his boxers.

He sat next to you, reaching for your hand and placing a gentle kiss on the back of it before maneuvering it down to his covered length.

“You don’t need to be shy, and we can stop if you need to. No questions asked.”

You nodded, not looking up from where your hand sat on him. He took his hand away, leaving you with the freedom to explore him on your own.

You started to palm him gently through the fabric. You were a bit shy to begin with, but when you heard a soft moan escape Soonyoung’s lips, you gained a little more confidence.

“Can I?” You asked as you reached for the waistband of his boxers, asking for permission to remove them. Soonyoung nodded, standing up to peel them off. His cock springs free, making your eyes widen slightly.

You wrapped your hand around his length gently, pumping it a few times. It was already slick from his earlier activities, but you gathered the precum leaking from his tip anyway, spreading it down his shaft.

“Is this okay?” You asked him, not looking up from where your hand is moving up and down.

“It’s perfect,” Soonyoung groaned, throwing his head back. You gained even more confidence, brushing over his balls with the tips of your fingers.

“Ah—do that again,” he moaned, leaning back onto his elbows, his face flushed and eyes screwed shut. A thin layer of sweat coated his skin, leaving a slight sheen.

You followed his instructions, cupping his balls slightly before moving your hand back up to the tip. Your movements became more frantic and Soonyoung responded to your movements perfectly.

“Ah—Y/n I’m gonna—don’t stop,” you sped up a little more, driving him closer to the edge. Soonyoung let out a low groan and grabbed your thigh, squeezing it slightly as spurts of hot cum escaped his tip, coating your hand.

When he recovered from his high, he grabbed a tissue from the box on his bedside table, and cleaned the residue from your hand.

“Holy fuck, you’re good at that,” he stated, breaking the silence.

“I am?” You asked, trying not to sound too excited. He looked into your eyes, nodding.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, inching closer to you.

“Please,” you responded.

He closed the gap between you, resting his fingers on your chin and tilting your head up slightly. He places a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away momentarily to read your expression, then crashed his lips back onto yours.

The kiss was heated, tasting of longing and the apple peach flavour of his vape. Soonyoung’s hands travelled the length of your body, starting at your jaw and lightly skimming all the way down to your hips.

His fingertips dug into the fabric covering your thighs, sending shockwaves throughout your entire body. Your thighs clenched together at the foreign feeling of arousal.

“Soonie,” you breathed against his lips.

“Tell me what you need, my love. I’m yours, whatever you want,” he responded, understanding your body better than you do at this moment.

“Can you please show me what to do,” you whispered against his mouth.

“Come here,” Soonyoung held your hips as he guided you to straddle him. His uncovered length slowly became firm again as you rested your hands on his shoulders, digging your nails into his bare skin. His lips travelled down, sucking and nibbling on your neck, leaving his mark as gentle as he could.

“Can I touch you?” He asked, breaking away from you for a moment to avoid you becoming too overwhelmed.

“Please,” you whined, feeling the fabric of your thong sticking to you from the arousal. Soonyoung cupped your breasts slowly before lifting your t-shirt over your head. Your lack of bra leaves him stunned at the sight of you for a second.

“You’re perfect” he said, leaning in to attach his mouth to your hardened nipple, keeping the other one between his index finger and thumb.

“Lay down for me,” You followed his command, shyly trying to cover your chest with your arms, but he stopped you.

“You don’t need to hide from me,” he breathed, making his way down to your hips with his tongue. Soonyoung removed your leggings before running his finger over your covered slit.

You let out a quiet sound before you could stop yourself—more surprise than anything else. It was the first time anyone had ever touched you like this, and knowing that it was Soonyoung made your nerves settle a little.

He slid your thong down your legs and set it aside, slow and careful, like he was paying attention to every reaction instead of rushing ahead.

“Okay, I’m gonna start now. Tell me to stop if you need a break, okay?” He said, giving your hand a slight squeeze but never fully letting go.

Soonyoung licked up your slit gently, before moving his tongue in circles around your clit. He paused for a second, noticing how tense you are.

“Relax for me baby. Just let yourself feel good.” He said, bringing the hand that wasn’t holding yours down to rest on your inner thigh. He continued to lap at you, holding onto you like you would break if he let go. Releasing your thigh from his grip, he parted your folds gently.

“I’m gonna put one in, you still okay?” Soonyong asked, bringing his head up to read your expression. You had now gone from feeling on edge to feeling euphoric.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you responded, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Soonyoung slowly pressed a finger into you, sliding it all the way in, keeping it still for a moment while he listened to your breathing. When he’s checked you’re still okay, he pumped it a few times before curling it inside you.

“Ah—Soonie,” you moaned, causing him to go deeper. He reattached his mouth to your clit and added another finger inside of you. You could feel your stomach tighten, a foreign feeling coming over you when he stops completely. He made his way up the bed to face you, his mouth coated in your slick. A wave of bravery takes over you as you grabbed his chin and brought his lips to yours, tasting yourself.

“Are you ready?” He asked, peppering kisses over your cheek and down your neck, stopping at your collarbone. You nodded as he lined himself up at your entrance, using his free hand to grab yours, interlacing your fingers once again.

“It might hurt a little baby, I’m gonna go slow okay?” He warned before slowly easing into you.

He worked himself into you at a very slow pace, which you were thankful for. The stretch was intoxicating, and when he finally bottomed out, he let you get used to it for a second.

When he finally began to move, it felt amazing. Your whole body was on fire, and the only thing you could do was moan out Soonyoung’s name over and over again.

“Holy shit you’re so tight, you feel amazing" he said in between low breaths. His hips began to move faster; the sound of skin against skin mixed with the headboard hitting the wall filling the room. It didn't take long for the tension to build up inside of you again.

“Soonie—ah—I’m gonna” you cried out, squeezing his hand with all your strength.

“Come for me baby,” his words sent you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back as your fingers dug into the soft skin on his shoulder. When you had come down from your high, Soonyoung eased out of you slowly.

“Was that okay?” He asked, making sure you were okay.

“It was amazing,” you panted, noticing his dick was still erect, “You didn’t finish, was I bad?” You asked shyly.

“No no no, it just takes me a while. Don’t worry about it, you don’t have to keep going” he reassured you.

“Can I try going on top?”

Soonyoung’s eyes glazed over as he crashed his lips back onto yours, flipping you on top of him. He lined himself up, giving you a reassuring nod, but you ignored it. You were ready for him this time.

You sank down onto his cock, your hands pressing flat onto his chest, while his went straight to your hips. You rolled your hips, trying to get the hang of this position before he took over. He began thrusting up into you slowly, setting the pace, careful not to overwhelm you.

“Ple—please go faster.” He doesn’t hesitate.

Soonyoung began snapping his hips up into you at a godly pace, making you both cry out a string of moans. You can’t help but think about what you’ve been missing the whole time you were too scared to do this.

It wasn’t long before you were both nearing the edge again. You leaned down to kiss his lips roughly while he fucks you from below.

“I’m close baby,” Soonyoung groaned, head falling back against the headboard.

You let out a strangled moan before cumming hard, squeezing Soonyoung as he followed closely behind you.

“You’re amazing,” he said, attempting to catch his breath.

“Thank you for being so gentle with me,” you said, easing off of him and lying down at his side.

Soonyoung sat up, grabbing the tissues from his table and hovering over you to clean in between your legs. He then grabbed the duvet, throwing it back just enough to give you both enough space to get more comfortable.

When you felt like you had finally recovered, you leaned into Soonyoung, your head nuzzling under his chin as he ran trails up your back with his thumb. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand and scrolled through your missed notifications.

“Oh shit Soonyoung…we’re so fucked.” you gasped, your eyes going wide in a panic.

“What do you mean?” He responded, confusion plain on his face. You turned your screen around to face him.

BSS household

Kwannie- anyone hear that?

Deokyummm- hahah sounds like someone shagging

Vernon- who

Deokyummm- @y/n? @soonyoung?

Deokyummm- they’re not answering

Kwannie- oh my fucking god

Kwannie- Soonyoung you better not be fucking y/n

Kwannie- I’ll kill you

Deokyummm- she did have his boxers

Vernon- lol