#chxrryanon

His eyes went wide, “R-Really?”

You nod, “I’ll just lay my head off the side of the bed.”

You walk over, crawling on the bed and situating yourself with your head hanging off the edge of the bed. Jisung followed behind you, kneeling down so he was at the right height. He slowly pulls down your mask, you couldn’t help me giggle as he struggled a little.

“You okay, Ji?” You grin, looking at him upside down.

“I… I don’t think you understand that every guy has dreamt about this at one time or another. Granted usually the other way around, but this way is amazing too.”

“Well here’s your chance to live out your dream, baby.” You reach out, fingers tangling lightly in his hair. “Kiss me, pretty boy.”

Jisung leaned in, and it took you both a minute to adjust. The position was awkward but after a few moments, tilting your head and finding the perfect place where your lips fit together, you were able to kiss comfortably.

It was a unique sensation, moving your lips against each other while one of you was upside down. You did your best to ignore the blood rushing to your head as you deepened the kiss, parting your lips and feeling Jisung tease his tongue against yours.

Jisung reached forward, cupping your cheek somewhat awkwardly, chucking to himself against your lips. You smile against him, starting to feel a little lightheaded.

You pull back, “Ji, baby, I’m happy to keep making out with you but I have to sit up or my head’s going to explode.” You groan, pulling yourself into a sitting position on the bed.

“Shit, baby, I’m sorry.” Jisung crawls onto the bed after you.

“It’s okay, love.” You smile, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “You can make it up to me.”

You pull him closer to you, locking your lips together again, much more coordinated this time. You cup his cheek, running your thumb over his smooth skin. Jisung grips your hip, pulling you up onto your knees. He slides his hand up your back, sending shivers down your spin, and slowly pulling down the suit zipper. The fabric splits in half and you pull it off your arms and push it down to your waist. Jisung groans, taking in the red bra you were wearing under it.

“Fuck, Jagi.” He sighs, all but melting at the sight.

“Lay back.” You mumble against his lips, pushing gently at his shoulders.

He lets you guide him down, laying flat on his back. You kneel between his legs, making a show of taking off the rest of your costume—as gracefully as you could. Jisung couldn’t help but palm himself through his sweats, groaning as you slid the matching red panties down your legs.

You bend forward, running down hands up his legs, hooking your fingers into his waist band and pulling down his sweats. He was quick to lift his hips, pushing his boxers off after. Taking his hardening cock into his hand, he pumped up and down slowly.

“Can I ride you, pretty boy?” You ask, crawling up his body.

“Please.” His voice cracks in a whisper.

You lick your lips, taking his hand away and tangling your fingers together, You pin it down to the bed, using your other hand to line him up to your dripping entrance—Jisung uses his free hand to ground himself. He throws his head back as you sink down onto him, gripping your hip so tight you thought it might bruise.

“Fuuuuck…” He groans, letting out a heavenly sigh as he bottoms out.

You rock your hips gently, adjusting to the feeling of him buried inside of you. His cock stretching you in that perfect way, making you bite back a moan. Then you start to ride him, hands braced on his chest as you lift your hips and slide back down. The bed creaked softly under you, your knees bracing Jisung’s small waist.

Jisung smiled up at you, biting his lip as his eyes fell on your body—taking in your curves before stopping on your tits. He trails his hands up from your hips, gently caressing your skin. He couldn’t help but smirk as you arch your back, leaning towards him. You panted, whining softly as you rolled your hips.

“You’re so gorgeous…” He whispers.

His hands slid behind you, expertly unhooking the bra you’d been in too much of a rush to take off yourself. He tosses it to join the rest of your discarded clothes. Before you knew it, he’d lent up slightly and his mouth was on you—kissing across your collarbones. His hands cupped your tits, breath hot on your neck. He pulled you closer, throwing off your rhythm as he took one of your nipples between his lips. You let out a soft gasp, letting it devolve into a moan. It took you a second to find your rhythm again, feeling as his tongue traced delicate circles around your peaked nipples.

You felt him smile against your skin at the response, using his hand to cup your other breast. His thumb brushed across the sensitive nipple, earning another weak moan. His tongue was so wet against you, sucking and nipping at the bud. You gasped when he pinched the other, quickly moving to the other side. His hot breath fanned over you before he took your other tit into his mouth for the same treatment.

He was still looking up at you, with those big brown eyes—god those eyes did something to you. You whimpered, picking up your pace and letting your head fall back as he lapped over the peak. You were sure he’d been leaving bruises behind, not that either of you cared.

Your grip on his shoulders tightened, feeling yourself drip around him as your climax neared.

“J-Ji…” You stutter. “‘m close—fuck!”

Jisung pulled away, panting softly, feeling you clench around his throbbing cock. Spit coated your nipples as Jisung held you, lifting his hips to meet your increasingly desperate thrusts.

“Me too, Jagi.”

Your breath quickened, feeling your orgasm building.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me. Please, I wanna feel you…” He grunts when you push him flat on the bed again. Gripping the headboard, you speed up, chasing that feeling as it grew. You were a sight above him, panting, whining, rocking your hips over his cock for dear life. He could’ve cum just from that.

“Sungie…” You moan.

“I’m right behind you, baby.”

“I can’t—” You shutter, thrusts faltering.

“You need help, Jagi?” He asks, his voice teasing.

“Please…” You whine.

He pushes you onto your back, straddling your waist without pulling out. He set a brutal pace, slamming into you as he pushed your knees against your chest. You cried out, fingers digging into the comforter.

Your eyes rolled back as you felt your climax wash over you, Jisung close behind. His seed shot into your spasming cunt. He fell forward, leaning on his forearms as the pair of you caught your breath.

“I should dress up more often.” You break the silence.

Jisung’s chuckles vibrate against you, “Please do…”

You smile, leaning closer to kiss his temple.

₊🕸️₊˚ Felix ˚₊ 🕸️⋆

Warnings ₊˚⋆ preestablished relationship, awkward boner?, face sitting, fingering, minor overstimulation, kissing, i think that's it wc: 1.2k+

“It’s here!” You cheer, walking into the office—package in hand.

Felix takes off his headphones, looking over at you, “What’s that?”

“The last piece of my Halloween costume.” You grin.

“Oh, right! You still haven’t told me what you’re going as.”

“It’s a surprise.” You lean down, watching his game for a second before asking, “Do you want me to try it on?” “Do you even have to ask?” Felix smirks up at you.

“I’ll go change. Don’t start another game after this! I want your full attention.” You call as you leave the room.

“Yes, ma’am!” Felix calls back.

He was waiting expectantly, scrolling on his phone until he heard the bedroom door open.

“Cover your eyes!” Your voice was muffled, coming from down the hall.

“Covered!”

You stepped into the office, seeing Felix sitting facing the door with his hands over his eyes.

“What do you think?”

Felix took his hands away, readjusting to the light before taking in your costume. You had on a dark blue leotard, your legs on full display, and Raven’s signature cape over your shoulders.

“Obviously I didn’t put on the makeup I’ll wear for it but I think it’s pretty good.”

He didn’t know what to say. You looked gorgeous. He couldn’t really process the fact that you were dressed like a childhood crush of his.

“What?” You tilt your head.

“Nothing.” Felix mutters when he’s finally able to pick his jaw up from the floor.

“You don’t like it?” You ask, looking up at him with the biggest eyes.

“No!” He’s quick to interject, “Sweetheart…you look…fantastic.”

You giggle, “Then why do you have that look on your face?” He clears his throat, closing his mouth fully. “I uh, nothing it’s just… You’re going as Raven?”

“Yeah, my best friend is gonna be Starfire. I thought I told you that.”

“You didn’t say YOU were going to be Raven!”

“Is that not implied?”

“Angel, I’m a man, nothing is implied.” He deadpans.

You laugh, “Well surprise then.”

“You… You seriously have no idea how sexy you look right now.”

You can’t help but blush, wrapping the cape around your very bare legs, “You’re looking at me like you haven’t seen me naked before.”

“Because… You’re dressed like my childhood crush. So add that on top of the fact that you are my incredibly sexy girlfrined… I’m a little lost for words.”

You scoff, “Oh please.”

“You’re going to the party dressed like this?”

“I was planning on it? Does that bother you?” You can’t help but tease.

“Kinda…” Felix mutters, then quickly adds, “I’d never stop you from going or anything! I just… The idea of people seeing you like that…”

“What would make you feel better?” You step forward, crawling into his lap and straddling his waist in his gaming chair. As you settle, you feel something hard pressing against you.

“Baby…” You start, slowly, “Are you…?”

“Shut up!” He groans, hiding his face in his hands.

“No, Felix!” You pull them away, “Don’t hide. It’s cute.”

“This is so embarrassing.” He groans, looking up at you pathetically.

“I mean, maybe a little.” You admit. “But it’s ridiculously sexy that this is all it takes to rile you up.” You reach between the two of you, palming Felix through his sweats. He hisses a groan, throwing his head back against the headrest.

“You want me to help you, my love?” “I… I had a thought.” He mutters. “Can we… Go to the bedroom?”

You step back out of his lap, “Lead the way.”

He grins, all but dragging you into your shared bedroom. Once he closes the door, Felix pulls you to the bed—-gesturing for you to follow him. He lays down in the middle, and you sit at his side, looking down at him.

“Sit on my face.”

You were a little taken aback by his bluntness, “I… What?”

“Please, Angel… Sit on my face.” His eyes were pleading.

“Lixie… We’ve never—” You’d never done that before. He’d eaten you out before, but never like this. I thought maybe he’d mentioned it in passing once or twice, but that was it.

“I know, I know. Just trust me.” He takes your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles in comfort.

He guided you up his body until you were hovering over his face, he pushed your leotard to the side—tongue reaching out before you’d even settled. You whine, leaning forward to brace yourself against the headboard. You could hear—and feel—him moaning as he tasted you. His whines were muffled and they only made you wetter. Felix gripped your thighs tight, brushing his nose against your clit as he devoured you.

“L-Lix—” You whine, body shuttering.

The sounds were obscene, wet slobbering noises filling the bedroom as he drove you crazy on his tongue. Your body shutters, breath hitches as your thighs tighten around Felix’s head. You feel him chuckle against you, looping his arms around your thighs.

His lips brush over your swollen clit, tongue flicking out, teasing over it before moving back between your folds. You grip the headboard harder, knuckling going white as a moan slips past your lips. Every time his tongue runs over you, a little shock of pleasure shoots up your spine.

“Felix, baby, fuck—” You babble, rocking your hips ever so slightly against his mouth.

“Feel good, angel?” His voice rumbles against you, deep and raspy, his tone clearly amused and maybe a little smug.

“S-so, fucking good.” You choke out as he presses a slow kiss right against your clit.

His tongue drags down, slow and teasing, lapping at your wetness.

“Felix I—ngh—” Your voice catches as he sucks your clit into his mouth, nipping lightly and flicking his tongue back and forth. You can’t help but whimper, toes curling and legs trembling as you struggle to keep yourself up. Felix seemed to sense it, pulling you down—putting more weight on his face.

“Felix, you can’t—” 

You start to protest but he mutters against your cunt, the vibration making your back arch.

“Don’t care.” Felix keeps up his slow, lazy strokes with his tongue—like he was savoring you, like there was nothing else he’d rather be doing.

Your hips start to rock faster, using the headboard for support you grind down on his face. Felix revels in it, working his tongue over you, flicking, lapping, moving in rhythm with you.

“You close?” He asked, voice muffled. He said it so casually you almost laughed.

“Ngh, yes—fuck—”

At that, he locks his lips around your clit and sucks hard, fingers reaching up to join his mouth. He presses into you so perfectly that you’re pushed over in a second, head falling back, jaw dropping with a shaky moan as your cunt convulses around him.

Felix groans, pleased as he laps at your wetness, sucking you through your high and refusing to spot until you were whimpering from the overstimulation—trying to squirm away.

He loosens his grip on your thighs, letting you fall backward on the bed. You let out a shuttered breath as he sits up, looking down at you. His chin and lips still glistening with your juices.

“You’re insane.” You sigh.

“For you.” He leans down, pressing his lips to yours.

You can taste yourself on his lips, his tongue.

“That was so sexy.” He mumbles against your lips. “Please tell me we can do that again.”

You giggle, pushing him back gently. He hovered over you, a grin plastered on his face.

You peck his lips, “Anything for you.”

₊🕸️₊˚ Seungmin ˚₊ 🕸️⋆

Warnings ₊˚⋆ preestablished relationship, shower sex, unprotected sex(be safe babes), p in v, kissing, fluff wc: 1.4k+

“You sure you won’t dress up with me?” You lean against Seungmin as he typed on his laptop.

“I will go to this party with you, I said nothing about wearing a costume.”

“But it’ll be fun!” You whine, shaking him by the shoulders gently.

“Do you know how often we have to wear stupid costumes for work?” Seungmin twists in his seat to look at you, “I think I play dress up enough.”

“Minnie, come on, it wouldn’t be like that. And I’d never force you to wear something you didn’t want to.”

He sighs, turning back to face his desk, “...I’ll think about it.”

“Yay!” You hug him from behind, kissing his cheek.

“You ready?” You ask from behind your bedroom door. “As ever.” He responds, back against the wall in the hallway.

You open the door and step out, revealing yourself in a beautiful white dress. Long draping sleeves, lots of ruffles, white stockings and a tight corset. You were Christine from Phantom of the Opera, meaning you likely intended for him to be… The Phantom.

“Woah…” Is all he could say. “Y/N that’s—”

“I know you said you don’t like dressing up. But I promise I’ll make you look good and it’ll be so fun and—”

“Y/N.” He stops you, and you meet his gaze, “If you’re dressed like that… I’ll wear whatever you want.”

“R-Really?” Your eyes widen, having expected way more resistance.

Seungmin nods, “Dress me however you want… I trust you.”

“You promise me this doesn't look ridiculous?” Seungmin asks for the fifth time that night.

You smile fondly, walking over to him and cupping his cheek—the one not covered by a white mask. He looked fantastic, you’d told him so every time he asked. Hair slicked back away from his face, the phantom's signature half mask, white button down and matching tie, black vest and a long black coat over the top.

“Seungmin, baby, love of my life, you look perfect. Please believe me when I say that you’ll be the best dressed at the party.”

He looks at you for a while, leaning into your touch before he speaks, “Okay… Okay, I’m sorry for being so nervous about this…”

“It’s okay to be nervous, Minnie.” You run your thumb over his cheekbone before pulling away, brushing nonexistent dust from his shoulder, “Just trust me. You look amazing.”

The party went by smoothly, and he was indeed the best dressed there. You were exhausted by the time you got home.

“You wanna shower, Minnie?” You ask, slipping off your heels before you follow him back to the bedroom.

He was already a step ahead of you, heading straight to the en suite bathroom to start the water running. You stripped down, throwing on a robe before you joined Seungmin who was attempting to remove the mask from his face.

“What did you use?” He groans.

“Hang on.” You say, trying not to laugh. You hop up onto the counter to get at a better angle, using one of your makeup brushes with warm water to loosen the spirit gum and pull the mask away from his face.

He wrinkled his face, having not been able to move it much for the last hours, making you laugh. He smirks at you, leaning in to peck your lips. 

“You hop in, I’m gonna get undressed.” He whispers.

“Mmm, okay.” You hum, letting him be the one to pull away.

You step into the shower, letting the warmth wash over you, tense muscles relaxing under the spray. Seungmin joined you a few minutes later, quickly stepping in behind you. His hands work into your back muscles, massaging away the day’s tension. His breath ghosts against your neck, lips brushing your ear.

“Thanks for today.” His words rumble against your back.

His hands slide down to your hips, thumbs tracking the curve where your waist meets your ass. You could feel him pressing against your ass, half hard already.

“Someone’s excited.” You lean back against him, turning your head to look up at him.

“You’re so tense…” He murmurs, ignoring your comment.

His lips press against the nape of your neck as his hands lower, one spreading possessively across your stomach while the other dips between your thighs. His thumb finds your clit, pulling a gasp from you as he circles it.

“Let me help with that, hm?” He presses a kiss behind your ear, nipping at the lobe.

“Min…” You whine, letting your head fall back on his shoulder as his fingers continue to tease your clit.

His hands grip your waist, turning you under the spray of the shower. Your tits presses against his damp chest as he pulls you flush against him, cock sliding between your thighs as he leans down to claim your lips.

You shutter at the sensation, feeling him fuck your thighs as he kisses you. It was messy and hungry, longing, his tongue pushing past your lips desperately. Your fingers tangle in his wet curls, pulling him closer as he groans into your mouth—steam swirling around you.

“Need you—” He mumbles, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak before capturing your lips again. His cock drags against your clit as he moves, feeling how wet you are already. “Fuck… You feel so good.” He groans, hands tightening on your hips.

The head of his cock catches on your clit every time he pumps between your thighs, sending a jolt through your body. Your nails drag along his back as you buck your hips to meet him.

“Minnie—please.” You gasp, breath hitches when he rubs his tip against our entrance. “Don’t tease…”

His hands slide behind you, cupping your ass—squeezing the flash as he takes in how the water beads run down your skin. He pulls one of your legs up, hooking it around his hip. He holds you tight, pushing forward inside one smooth motion, stretching you open around his length. You cry out, head thrown back against the tile wall.

“Oh fuck…”

He keeps still for the moment, letting you adjust to his size, his breath labored against your ear.

“You’re so tight… You were made for me, huh?” He murmurs, rolling his hips in slow deep circles, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you.

You hiss as Seungmin pushes you against the cold shower wall. His thrusts become harder, a bit faster, his cock stretching you perfectly as he pins you in place. Water streams down your bodies, the rush of the shower filling your ears. Your hands scramble for purchase against the tiled wall as Seungmin pistons into you.

He grips your thigh, pulling you tighter against him, the angle changing just slightly. The sharp slap of skin echoes in the steam filled bathroom, his cock hitting that spongey spot inside you with every rough thrust.

“I can feel you… Clenching around me.” He grunts, gleaming muscles rippling as he holds you against the wall. “You close?”

“Y-yes—fuck.” You whine. “Please don’t stop.”

“Gonna cum all over my cock like a good girl?” He rasps.

“Uh-huh…” Your jaw drops open, walls fluttering around him as your climax builds. “Ugh, fuck, Min—!” You cry out, nails raking down his back as your orgasm crashes over you. Your walls clamp down on his cock, pulling him deeper as you shake in his hold.

Seungmin was close behind, the feeling of you clenching around him was enough to push him over the edge. His groan vibrates through your chest as your pussy milks his length, "Fuuuck—" 

His release floods your body, warm and thick, drawing a choked groan from his lips. His lips find yours as he continues to fuck you both through it—tongues tangling together as he pushes you harder against the cold tile. His cock drags through your sensitive walls as he pulls out, making you whimper into his mouth. He slowly lets go of your thigh, letting you lower it back onto the shower floor.

He pulls back, resting his forehead against yours, “You're incredible, you know that?"

You just kiss him again, fingers finding his hair again, the other cupping his cheek. He runs long fingers along your sides, savoring the sensation of your wet skin under his hands.

“Come on, we should finish up.” You finally pull away. “We’re getting pruny.”

You finish the shower quickly, eager to change into your pjs, cuddle in bed and throw on a cheesy Halloween movie to fall asleep to. A perfect night.

₊🕸️₊˚ Jeongin ˚₊ 🕸️⋆

Warnings ₊˚⋆ enemies to lovers, banter, slight dub-con (kinda forces a kiss on her but she likes it), fingering, ab riding, explicit sex, p in v, unprotected sex (be smart yall, don't do this), semi-public sex (bedroom at a party, sorry seungmin) wc: 2.2k+

“You’ve got the be fucking joking…” You groan.

Jeongin stepped into the house, orange fox ears perched on his head and a green button down over his shoulder.

“Uh-oh…” Lia mutters behind you, stifling giggles.

“What are the chances?" Chaeryeong asks, outright laughing.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You deadpan, staring him down as he talks with Felix—those stupid dimples indenting his cheeks as he smiles.

God you hated him. You weren’t sure when it started. You’d been in the same company for close to the same amount of time. You were the same age. You debuted within a year of each other. By all accounts you should be friends, or at least friendly.

But no. 

You hated each other. 

Every forced smile and collaboration, every stupid dance challenge was torture for you both. Not only did you have to fake it for the camera, but you had to fake it for the behind the scene footage too. It was exacting, pretending to like him, to not be filled with irritation at the sight of him.

You were able to avoid him for a while, until Chaeryong pulled you to play a game of spin the bottle. A handful of people were sitting in a circle in the living room, including Jeongin.

“Oh look, our little bunny has finally decided to join the party.” Jeongin grins, cocky.

You roll your eyes, “Don’t fucking call me that.”

“You dressed like a bunny for Halloween… But I can’t call you a bunny?”

“Uh-huh.” You deadpan, taking a seat between Chan and Ryujin.

“Okay then…” Chan interrupted. “Binne, why don’t you start us off?”

Chan slides the soju bottle across the floor and Binnie catches it, leaning forward to spin it in the middle of the circle. Cheers erupt from the good spin, lasting over a minute before it landed on Chaeryeong. 

“Ew!” They both shrieked together. Everyone laughed as the two of them quickly took shots rather than kissing.

Changbin shuttered, shaking off the taste before sliding the bottle to Chaeryeong. She takes the bottle, though instead of letting it spin, she spins it twice and points it towards you.

“Chae!” You exclaim, laughing. “You can’t do that!”

“Says who?” She grins, crawling towards you. “Kiss me, bunny.”

You roll your eyes, leaning forward to peck Chaeryeong’s lips. She gives you a cheeky smile before returning to her seat. 

“So she gets to call you, bunny?” Jeongin speaks up, fox eyes eyeing you carefully.

“Chae can call me whatever she wants.” You roll your eyes, leaning forward to spin the bottle.

“Yay!” Chaeryong cheers in the background.

This time it landed on Jisung. You pause, considering before glancing towards Minho. While he was pretty unreadable, you decided not to take a chance.

“I’m gonna pass. Love you, Hannie.” You cheers with him, taking a shot.

“Aw…” Jisung pouted. “Why?”

“Cause I would like to live.” You shoot Minho a look and me smirks at you before moving over to Jisung.

“Here.” He’s holding a full shot. “Open.”

Jisung didn’t hesitate, letting Minho tip the soju into his mouth. Jisung shivers as he swallows, taking the bottle as you slide it over to him.

You played a few more rounds, many shots and a few kisses were shared. Until it was Felix’s turn.

“Okay, new rule. If you already took a shot you can’t skip another one.”

“What!?” You whip towards Felix, “Lix, come on.”

“Just making things interesting.” Felix grins at you, spinning the bottle in front of him.

It landed on Chan.

Chan turned red, eyes wide as he stared at the bottle. Felix was already crawling towards him, “Pucker up, Hyung.” He grins.

Chan looks up just as Felix presses his lips against Chan’s. This was much slower than you and Chaeryong’s kiss—Felix’s lips moving against Chan’s, his eyes fluttering closed as he let Felix take the lead. It wasn’t until Changbin coughed that Felix finally pulled away. Chan was far redder than before, his ears tinted almost the same color. Felix moved back to his seat and pushed the bottle towards his Hyung.

Once Chan composed himself, he silently spun the bottle. It landed on Jeongin.

“Nope.” They both said unceremoniously, each taking their respective shots.

Jeongin took the soju bottle and spun it aggressively. And just your luck, it pointed at you.

“Fuck off.” You groan. “Felix, I hate you.”

Felix cackled wickedly, “Maybe you two can finally get out all this sexual tension.”

“No, this is not happening.” You scoff.

Felix started to protest, insisting these were the rules, but Jeongin stood up and walked through the circle—stopping in front of you.

“Can I talk to you?” Jeongin holds his hand out to you.

“What?”

“Just… Come with me.”

“Why would I—?” “Y/N!” He cuts you off. “Please.”

You push his hand aside, standing up on your own and brushing down your skirt before following him into the hallway.

“What is this—”

“Not here.” He says without stopping.

You roll your eyes, scuffing before you follow him into one of the bedrooms, seemingly Seungmin’s. 

“Is Min gonna like that we’re in here?” You ask.

Jeongin reaches past you, shutting the door, “Probably not.”

“What is this about?” You cross your arms.

“I wanna know what your problem is with me?”

“..what?”

“Why do you hate me so fucking much!? Did I do something? Say something? Did someone tell you something? What is it? Because I can’t for the life of me figure it out.”

“Jeongin I—”

“What? Tell me. Please. It’s driving me crazy.”

“I don’t… Why do you care? You don’t like me either.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Who said that?”

“No one I just… It’s not like you’re particularly nice to me.”

“Have I ever been mean to you? Not teasing. Genuinely mean?” “Well no but—” “That’s just how I am, Y/N. I’ve been snarky since we were trainees. It’s not like it’s only with you.”

But that’s how it felt. You never saw him push other people's buttons… At least not other girls' buttons. You groan, in no mood to confront any of this.

“I’m sorry…” You start, then deflect. “I really can’t take this conversation seriously when you have those ears on.”

He stares at you, not glaring, more in bewilderment.

“Unbelievable.” He scoffs. “You’re actually insane.”

“What? Can you blame me?” You crack a grin. “You’ve got fox ears clipped into your hair.”

“And you’ve got a bunny headband on. Your point?”

You roll your eyes, “Whatever, look, I’m done with whatever this is.”

You reach for the door but Jeongin grabs your wrist, “Don’t.”

You turn back to him, raising a questioning eyebrow. He slowly moved closer to you until you were backed against the door.

“Jeongin…” You mumble, looking between his eyes.

“I…” He starts, biting his lips.

You go to move your other hand but he pins that one too, “Please just… Let me…”

“What?” You ask, genuine concern starting to show in your expression,

“Fuck it—” He surges forward, pressing his lips to yours—swallowing your gasp.

You whine when he keeps your hands pinned to your sides, parting your lips as he deepens the kiss. His lips were soft, the tang of alcohol on his tongue as he teases into your mouth. He could feel your pulse as he pressed his thumbs into your wrists, grinning against your lips.

He finally releases your hands, letting you tangle one in his hair, the other cupping his cheek. All the hesitation, all the frustration, every pent up emotion was being pulled out of you as he kissed you.

He pulled back, lips slick with spit and kissed pink, “‘m sorry, I should’ve—” “Shut up.” You grab his collar and pull him back in.

Jeongin let you take the lead, teasing your tongue along his lower lip before pushing further. He let out a soft whine as you did, tongue moving against yours. You smirked, slowly walking him back until the backs of his knees hit the bed.

He pulled away, spinning you around and pushing you onto the bed. You fall back into the plush comforter, watching as he follows, crawling up your body, looking at you like nothing else existed.

“Are we doing this?” He asks.

“Yeah… but Seungmin’s gonna kill you.”

“I don’t care.” He kisses you again, pushing his hand into your panties. You were already dripping, his fingers easily gliding through your folds before circling your clit. You whine into his mouth, bucking your hips into his touch. Heat in your stomach grows quickly, you were getting close faster than you’d want to admit—and he could tell. He swallows your moans, using two fingers to tease you closer to the edge. You shutter, reaching down to grab his hand.

He stills, pulling back to look at you, “You okay?”

You nod, but start to shift under him. He sits back, watching you sit up and unbutton the vest of your costume, then the top after it. You push him down on the bed, straddling his waist. He grunts, watching you pull off his top and toss it to join your discarded clothes on the floor.

You run your hands up his abs, feeling his muscles tense under your delicate touch. You slide your panties off from under your skirt, and settle down on his abdomen.

“Y-Y/N.” He shutters, feeling how wet you were against his skin.

You slowly start to rock your hips against him, biting back a whine each time your clit brushes the ridge of his abs. You’d dreamt about this, at the back of your mind, after seeing him shirtless at the pool. Now you were pressed against them, your slick throbbing heat dragging over the deep grooves of muscles with every slow roll of your hips.

“You didn’t want to come on my fingers…” He mutters. “You wanted to come like this?”

You circle your hips over his flexed abs, the friction delicious, your slick coating his skin—making it easier to glide, every flex making you gasp.

“Look at you… Making a mess on me.” He groans, pushing up your skirt to get a better view. “God, I can… I can feel how swollen you are… You’re dripping.”

A moan slips past your lips, head dropping forward.

“Come on, baby. I wanna feel you come against me.”

The slow drag turns into desperate grinding, your thighs shaking, hands braced on his chest to keep yourself up. His hands guided your hips, fingers digging into your skin as your orgasm builds.

When it hits, your thighs clamp around his waist, coating him with your release as he keeps you upright. You ride it out, moving slowly over him until the overstimulation gets too much.

Jeongin slowly turns you over, sliding your skirt off, leaving you bare beneath him. He sits up on his knees, unbuckling his belt as you come to.

“You okay, baby?” He asks, tossing his bottoms off the bed.

“Want you…” You mumble.

“I’m right here, baby.” He leans toward, brushing his tip between your wet lips.

You whine, grabbing the arm closest to you—you needed something to ground you. Jeongin smirks, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “You ready, bunny?”

“Please—” Your voice cracks.

You could see your slick still glossing his abs, shining in the moonlight coming through the window. He fills you completely, making you gasp and throw your head back as he bottoms out.

“Ngh, god—” You moan.

He sets a rough pace, bending down on your knees to get even deeper as he pounds into you. You bite down on your hand to keep from crying out—though there was no way people hadn’t figured out what you were doing.

“You’re so tight, fuck—” He grunts, his moments becoming frantic as he gets closer to his own release. You can feel your second growing closer too.

“I always found it funny…” He spoke between thrusts, his breathing labored, “How your image in your group is the unbothered ‘mean’ one… When really, you’re just a sensitive little bunny.”

“Shut up.” You groan, back arching.

“Watch it.” He teases, his breath hot on your neck. “I could leave you here… Dripping and begging for more.”

“Ngh—” You whine, fingers tightening around his wrist.

“That’s what I thought.” His pace increases, heat growing between you.

Jeongin couldn’t get enough of you, the feeling of you clenching around him, growing wetter by the second, eyes glazed over or rolling back as he pumped in and out of your cunt.

“You look so fucking good like this.” He mutters, attaching his lips to your neck.

He sucked hard, leaving a mark behind that he was sure would take a few days to fade. Your makeup artist would be asking questions, which just made him hornier.

“‘m close…” You moan, reaching around the claw down his back.

“Already?” He grins, nipping at your collarbones. “Can you hold it, baby?”

Your breath hitches, eyes rolling back as he pounded into you, the sound of wet skin filling the room. Jeongin was grunting in your ear, his own release nearing.

“Come with me, baby.” He whispers. “Come on, bunny. I wanna feel you.”

You throw your head back, pussy spasming around him as your second orgasm shoots through you. You feel Jeongin cum inside, his hot seed spilling into you. You whimper when he pulls out, feeling his cum dripping down your ass.

“Seungmin is going to kill you.” Were the first words out of your mouth once Jeongin had used his button down shirt to clean you both up.

He sighed, chuckling darkly, “Probably…”

“You did WHAT on my bed!?”

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He pulls his hands away, eyes blinking open as he readjusts to the light, then instantly go wide. His jaw drops, “B-baby…”

You were wearing a long blonde wing, a blue braid hanging down on your shoulder and rounded cat ears adorning your head. A halter style black and white top and a gold necklace hanging low on your chest, a long sleeveless jacket lined with fur hanging on your shoulders. You had tucked a leopard tail into blue shorts lined with white fur and a studded belt around your waist. Accessories covered your wrists and fingers, and white heeled sandals. Hanging from your fingers

“You’re… Xilonen…” He says slowly, like he couldn’t process what he was seeing.

“I am.” You say cheekily, unable to wipe the grin off your face.

“Is this why you asked who my favorite Genshin character was!?”

“Maybe… What do you think, love?”

“I think…” 

You can’t help but tease him further, seeing his ears turn that beautiful shade of red. “Maybe I should add the little fangs I got? You think that would make it batter.”

“I think… You’re crazy if you think we’re getting to that party on time.”

“Channie!” You squeal as he throws you over his shoulder and brings you back into the bedroom. 

He flips you down on the bed, soft enough not to knock off your wig or ears, and crawls up your body, “You have no idea how sexy you look right now.”

“Based on this reaction I have an inkling.” You tease, smiling up at him.

He leans down, pressing his nose under your jaw as he kissed down your neck.

“B-baby, this is… Incredibly flattering but we have a party to—”

“Don’t care.” His voice is muffled as he trails his way down your collarbones and to your stomach. “Please, let me have this.”

You bite your lip. You had to admit, seeing him like this was ridiculously sexy, especially while he was still dressed in that skin tight red suit.

Before you could protest any further, he started to shimmy your shorts down your legs. You lifted your hips and he tossed them to the side, taking in the black thing you were wearing.

“Baby…” He says, almost in disbelief.

“What?” You play along, “It hides best under the shorts. They have that cut out on the thigh and—mph…” You whine, gripping the pillow under your head as he licks a stripe over the fabric, his nose brushing over your clit. “Ch-Channie…”

“You wet for me already, baby. You liked the idea of dressing up for me? Seeing me act like an idiot because of you.” He lets out a breathy laugh, nipping at your inner thigh.

You can help but giggle, squeaking as he bites your skin. Chan lifts your thigh up, hooking your leg over his shoulder.

“Can I, baby? Please? Just before we go?”

You gnaw at your lower lip, looking between his perfect down eyes, wide and pleading, desperate. You could never say no to that face.

You gave him a quick nod and he smirked, pressing a few more kisses to your inner thigh before moving where he really wanted. He presses his plump lips on your swollen bud and you can’t help but rut your hips against his face, fingers tangling in the sheets under you. Chan trails downward, sliding his tongue between your folds, then teasing deeper. He glides his tongue against you, lapping at your juices. You were insanely wet, the whole situation had got you both hot and bothered more than you’d anticipated, but Chan would be the last one to complain.

You whine when he grips the thigh over his shoulder, fingers digging into the meat of your leg. He places a kiss on your clit, and you can’t help but tighten your legs around his head—Chan wasn’t deterred. He lifts his other hand, teasing a finger between your lips before pushing inside.

You toss your head back at the combination. Chan’s perfect lips licking and suckling at your clit while his finger teases in and out of your dripping hole. The sounds were obscene, filling the room with your whines and the sound of wet skin.

“You taste so good, baby.” Chan mumbles into you, adding another finger.

“F-fuck—Channie.” You moan, one hand tangling in his hair while the other grips your pillow.

Chan takes his time exploring with his fingers, kneading that spongy spot inside you as he sucks on your clit. Slowly he drags his tongue over you, fingers curling in that way that makes your eyes roll back.

“Ch-Channie—fuck, please.” You whine, bucking your hips.

He pulls back, chin slick with your juices, “Just a little longer, baby.”

Chan’s fingers speed up and you arch your back, biting your lip as he brings his back to your folds.

“Please… Please don’t stop, Channie I’m so—”

“Give it to me, love.” He growls against you, “I wanna feel you cum on my fingers.”

A burst of euphoria rushes through you, white hot and overwhelming. Chan helps you ride it out, only slipping his fingers out when your breathing slows. He pulls back as you catch your breath, slowly crawling up your body. You open your eyes to see him hovering over you, a cocky grin on his face. You roll your eyes playfully before dangling your fingers in the hair at the back of his head, and pulling him down to meet your lips. A pleased sigh slips out of your lips the moment you taste yourself on his. Your lips move together, loving and passionate.

“You’re so perfect…” He mutters, resting his forehead against yours.

Chan sits back on his haunches, bringing his still damp fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean—it was pornographic, the way he kept eye contact. Not that you would even consider looking away.

There was no way you were letting him get away without payback. So you were, indeed, late. But only by an hour. Or two.

You both had to get dressed again after all.

₊🕸️₊˚ Minho ˚₊ 🕸️⋆

Warnings ₊˚⋆ Pre-established relationship, fluff, explicit smut, oral (m. receiving), semi-public sex (party bathroom), minor jealousy, kissing wc: 1.3k+

You Purple or blue My Hoe What? You Purple or blue! My Hoe Do I want to know what this is for? You Will you just pick one? Please My Hoe Blue You Thank you! Love you My Hoe Love you too?

“Hey Min!” You call from the bedroom. 

You had been held up in their bedroom getting ready for your friend's party for almost an hour. You’d asked him if he wanted to go a few times since you were invited but he continued to decline, it wasn’t really his thing and he didn’t know these friends super well either.

“Yeah, Jagi?” He says, leaning around the doorframe.

He freezes, you were standing by the bed, twisted while looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to zip up your top. The top of your costume. Your Cheshire cat costume. A blue one.

“Can you help me?” You ask, laughing as you continued to struggle to get it all the way up.

“Uh… Yeah, sure.” He snaps himself out of it, stepping forward.

You let your hands drop to your sides as he stands behind you in the mirror. You looked utterly adorable and ridiculously sexy. Glittery makeup with a cat nose and whiskers, strapless blue and grey top, black skirt, lightly ripped stripy tights, furry cat gloves—also grey and blue, and finally a pair of grey and blue cat ears perched on top of your head.

“You okay, love?” You smile at him in the mirror.

He clears his through, shifting his focus to your top. His fingers brush the skin of your back as he pulls the zipper all the way up.

“Thank you.” You lean back and peck his cheek. Slipping around him, you move towards the closet and pull out a pair of knee high black combat boots.

All he could do was stare as you bent over to pick them up, your skirt just barely covering you—and a grey and blue tail poking out from underneath. 

“Jagiya…” He starts.

You stand up, looking at him with the most innocent eyes, “Mhm?”

“Is this why you asked me about that…blue or purple thing?” 

You chuckle softly, “Maybe… I’m surprised you remember.”

“Well it was weird enough—for you—to stick out.” He grins down at you.

“Hey!” You mock offense, sticking out your tongue at him. “Do you like it though?”

“Yeah, you look great.”

“Thank you.” You do a little twirl before moving towards the open door, “I gotta get going though.”

“Hang on.” He grabs your wrist, pulling you back towards him and setting your shoes down. “This’s what you’re wearing to the party?”

You nod, “Yeah… Is that a problem?”

“No, of course not, I just… I changed my mind.”

“You… You want to come!?” You instantly brighten.

He nods, “I don’t have a costume though…”

“That’s okay, it’s not required and I know a few of my friends aren’t wearing anything—at least not anything elaborate.”

“Okay then, let’s go.”

The party was in full swing when you got there. It was a good mix of costumes and regular clothes, which Minho was thankful for. Minho followed you around most of the time, since he didn’t know anyone. You were happy for the company. Introducing him to friend he’d never met, finding comfort in his arm around your waist or hand intertwined with yours.

You were standing in the living room, drink in hand, talking to your friend. They caught the eye of someone else and split off just as Minho suddenly pulled you into his lap on the couch.

“Min—mmph” You're interrupted by lips pressing to yours. You let your eyes flit closed, bringing your free hand up the play with the hairs at the back of his head. His kiss was possessive, tongue pushing between your lips. You part them, feeling him explore your mouth in a way that makes your stomach flutter. He pulls back, letting you catch a breath.

“Sorry…” He mumbles, looking down at his lap.

“I’m not gonna complain.” You laugh softly. “Everything okay?”

“Just…some guy staring at your legs… It was pissing me off.”

“Jagi…” You cup his cheek, making him meet your eyes. “You have no reason to be jealous.”

“I know, I just…” He bites his lip, looking to the side.

You lean in, muttering in his ear, “Maybe I need to remind you that you’re the only one for me?”

You get up out of his lap, taking his hand and pulling him off the couch. You weave through the crowd until you find the host, Aeri, and your best friend.

“Hey Ri?” You tap her shoulder.

She turns, bright pink hair swishing around her, “What’s up, babe?”

“Can I steal your bathroom for a bit?” You ask, tilting your head.

She glances between you and Minho before nodding, “Always.”

You thank her and lead Minho upstairs and into Aeri’s bedroom, then the en suite bathroom. You close and lock the door behind you, turning back to Minho.

“What are we doing?” He asks, though he had an idea.

You move forward, hooking your fingers into his belt loops to pull him closer, “What do you think, love?”

You push him back until he sat down on the closed toilet seat. You kneel in front of him, quickly unbuckling his belt and sliding his jeans down enough to pull his cock out. He was already half hard, making you smirk. Minho inhales sharply when your mouth wraps around him.

“F-fuck…” He grunts, letting you guide his hand into your hair. Falling into your usual routine, his fingers tangle in your locks, guiding your head up and down his length. His breath staggers at the way your tongue swirls around the tip before taking him deeper.

He suddenly pushes your head down further, trusting upwards and making you gag. His grip loosens but you don’t pull away, keeping a steady bob. You hollow your cheeks out and speed up, fingers digging into the skin of his thighs.

“Shit, Jagi… You’re so good at that—”

Hearing his works, you can’t help but force your head down further, making him gasp—an involuntary whimper escaping his lips as he tosses his head back in pleasure.

“Uh, f-fuck—“

You smirk around his cock, obscene wet slobbering sounds echoing softly on the bathroom walls. Spit dribbled down your chin as you pulled back, replacing your lips with your hand. You grab the base, teasing the tip with your tongue as you pump your fist over him.

You took him again, taking every inch into your mouth and bobbing your head, sucking him like a lollipop. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking what you could and jerking off what didn’t fit into your mouth.

“J-Jagi, Jagi—” Minho couldn’t help but rut against you, you could tell his was getting close.

You moaned around his cock, sending soft vibrations through his body that made his eyes roll back. You were getting impatient, you wanted to taste him. Minho’s back arched, his head thumping against the wall as thighs shook and he came into your mouth. He shuttered as you pulled away with a quiet pop, catching your breath as Minho does the same.

“Shit, Jagi… You’re incredible.” His head lulls forward, and he smiles at you as you remain kneeling between his legs.

“Come on.” You start to clean him up as best you can before he tucks himself back into his pants. “Let’s go.”

You move to leave but he grabs your arm, “Hang on.” He pulls you to sit in his lap. “Jagi… You expect me to go back out to that party and act like nothing happened?”

“I didn’t say we were going back to the party.” You lean in, close to his ear, “I said we were leaving.”

A shiver ran up his spine and he was quick to follow you out of the bathroom.

₊🕸️₊˚ Changbin ˚₊ 🕸️⋆

Warnings ₊˚⋆ reader is shorter than changbin, reader sews, dom!reader, sub!binnie, first time with these dynamics, oral (m. receiving), forced orgasms, multiple orgasms wc: 1.1k+

“You ready to go, Bunny?” Changbin raps gently on the door.

“You can come in, love. I’m almost done.” Your voice is muffled by the door.

Changbin twists the handle, and pushes into the room. Red is the first thing that catches his eye, followed by the red fabric hugging every curve of your body.

“Bunny…” He says, trailing his eyes up your form.

The deadpool costume you’d sewn fit like a glove, red with black detailing and accessories. You turned from the vanity mirror, smiling over your shoulder at him, “You look amazing, love.”

You’d made Changbin a Wolverine costume, minus the head piece because it was impractical—and ridiculous—and he fit the image perfectly. His muscles filling out the suit, not to mention he was close to Wolverine's comic arcuate height—a joke he’d made a few times since you’d both settled on these costumes for Halloween.

“You look amazing too, red’s really your color.”

You clip on the belt you were holding, then walk over to Changbin. You adjust a few parts of his outfit, pressing a crease there, a fold here, “I was worried the yellow would wash you out but I think the color I picked compliments your skintone really well.”

Changbin wasn’t used to looking up at you. You’d donned some heeled combat boots that took you a few inches above his stature. He couldn’t deny—he liked the view.

“You look beyond sexy, bunny.” He rests one hand on your hip, running his thumb over the textured fabric clinging to your skin.

“Thank you, baby.” You place your smaller hand over his. “It’s so weird looking down at you like this.”

“It’s honestly really hot.” He admits.

“Really?” You look at him in surprise. “You like me being taller than you?”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love how short you are. This is just unique for us.”

“How much do you like it?” You ask, taking a step closer to him.

“So much…” He couldn’t tear his eyes away, taking in the skin tight suit—the way it accentuated every curve.

“Lay down.” You say, using a more commanding voice than you knew you had.

“Huh?” Changbin looks back up, meeting your eyes.

“Lay down, Binnie.” You cock your head towards the bed behind him.

He didn’t ask again, backing up until his knees hit the mattress. He pushed himself up on the bed, watching as you crawled up after him—straddling his waist. His hands find your hips but you push them away, pinning them above his head.

“No touching, yet.” You say, and when you pulled away, he kept them there.

You leaned in to kiss him, thankful you hadn’t put on the red lipstick you were planning to wear—though he would look ridiculously sexy covered in kiss marks. That was an idea for later.

Changbin was tempted to move his hands, wanting to pull you closer, but he didn’t.

“You gonna be good for me, baby boy?” You mutter against his lips.

He shuttered at the nickname, this was a side of you he’d never seen—and it was insanely sexy. He nods, humming in agreement and you begin to trail your hands down his body, stopping at the waistband of his pants.

“I’m so glad you made this a two piece.” Changbin groans as you undo his belt.

“That’s me, always thinking ahead.” You undo the zipper, pulling his pants down and tossing them unceremoniously to the side.

You pull down his underwear, his half-hard cock springing free. You bite your lift, tilting your head as you take in his prone form. Arms above his head, hair rumbled, cock leaking. You lean down, pressing kisses to his thighs as you slowly stroke him up and down. He lets out a strangled whine, fingers gripping the comforter under him. You nip at his inner thigh and he bucks his hips into your hand.

“You ready, baby?”

“Yes—please, fuck.” He groans.

You press an open-mouthes kiss to his shaft, right along the vein that runs up his length. You follow the length of it up his cock with your tongue, teasing the tip as she shutters under you. 

As you take him into your mouth, you see one of his arms twitching, you knew what he wanted to do—he wanted to tangle his finger in your hair and shove you down on his cock—but he was hesitating. You smiled around him, reaching up to give him something to hold onto, your fingers intertwining. You relax your throat, humming around his length as you take more of him into your mouth.

“Fuck!” He groans, hips bucking against your mouth. “B-bunny—fuck—you’re so good at that. Ugh, fuck!”

He was already feeling fucked out at the feeling of your mouth, the wet heat pushing any coherent though out of his head—you had him losing his mind without even trying.

“Please… Please, bunny—ngh—I can’t… Fuck! Please, ‘m gonna cum…” He grunts, words slurring together. 

His cock was stretching your throat, filling it with his salty release. You gag softly, but that just had him moaning louder, voice echoing in your bedroom. You pull back, parting your lips to show him his release still coating your tongue. You made a show of swallowing it and Changbin groaned at the sight, squeezing your still connected hands.

But you weren’t done yet.

Your mouth closes around his softening cock just as quickly as it left, the sound he lets out in something between a sob and a moan. He was really shaking now, knuckles white as he gripped the sheets under his head. You couldn’t sorn you saw a tear run down the side of his face.

“B-B-Bunny, I can’t—shit—I can’t do it again…Gah!” He wails, but he doesn't pull away.

His own body betrays him, cock hardening again inside your mouth as it leaks down your throat. You stay on him, suckling on the top gently before pushing down again.

His third orgasm tears through him quickly, sobbing your name. You slide off him, cleaning what remains off his cock.

You can’t help but smile at the sight before you, tear stains down his face, flushed and sweaty. You press gentle kisses up his body on any exposed skin until you were hovering over his lips. His eyes blink open, wearily meeting yours—hazy and glazed over. He leans up just enough for your lips to meet, sweet and gentle—a contrast to what you just did to him.

You pull away and Changbin groans, “...Fuck.”

“Yeah?” You grin down at him, eyes sparkling.

“Mhm.” He nods, licking his lips. “Fuck.”

You giggled, nuzzling into him. After that, you both knew your bedroom dynamic would have to be discussed. There was no way either of you could go back to how things were before.

₊🕸️₊˚ Hyunjin ˚₊ 🕸️⋆

Warnings ₊˚⋆ friends to lovers, reader sings/performs, i haven't written anything like this before so i hope you don't hate it lol, love confession, kissing, first time together, oral (f. receiving), p in v, protected sex, cuddling, aftercare, i think that's it wc: 3.2k+ (i went a little overboard lol) song referenced: Tales of Luria by Sail North (highly recommend if you like sea shanties or pirate themed music)

You were a server at a local pub and every halloween they had a different costume theme for their staff. You loved this tradition because it gave you an excuse to mess around with patrons and dress up at work.

The week of, you and Hyunjin were having your usual Sunday movie night.

“So, what’s the theme this year?” Hyunjin asks as you flop onto the couch, remote in hand.

You lean against him, turning on the TV, “Pirates.”

“Ooo, I like it.” He grins down at you.

You flip through your movie options for a few moments before continuing, “And my manager may have talked me into performing a little this year.”

“Wait really! Like you’re gonna sing?” Hyunjin’s face lights up.

You groan, giving him a cheeky smile, “Don’t make me change my mind now.”

“Maybe I’ll bring the guys by then. Don’t want to miss the show.”

“Oh god, don’t tell me that.” You cringe, pressing your face into your hands.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Y/N.” Hyunjin squeezes your shoulders.

“I’m not… I just…” You bite your lip, sighing, “You guys are actual—professional performers. It’s kinda intimidating.”

“Hey, your voice is beautiful and I can’t wait to see what you end up doing.”

The night of Halloween, you arrive to work around 7PM, dressed to the nines. They’d given you a slightly shorter shift because of the performance. Jun, the bartender, grins as you walk in the door and take off your overcoat.

“Well, well, well.” He sets down the glass he was cleaning to lean against the bar. Jun was dressed up too, black bandana, earrings, dark eyeliner, and an outfit to match. “Our siren arrives.”

You roll your eyes, giving him a playful wave before walking back into the kitchen. Your boots clicked on the floor as you walked to your locker, putting away your bag and jacket. You turn, jumping slightly when a fellow server appears in front of you.

“God, Dani, don’t do that.” You say, hand to your heart as you huff a laugh.

“Sorry, I’m just anxious to hear what you’ve got planned for tonight. The one people who know are the band and Jun and he won’t spill.”

“And neither will I.” You grin, brushing past her to grab your apron. You were a little sad to cover up the elaborate chains and belts you’d put on but you knew they’d be on full display later. “You’re just going to have to wait and see like everyone else.”

“Oh, come on. Please!” Dani whines, batting her long eyelashes at you.

“Don’t make me change my mind.” You snap, though it was still lighthearted.

“Just tell me what you’re going to sing.” She pokes out her lip.

You sigh, “A sea shanty.”

“Y/N!” She groans, “That much was obvious.”

“That’s all you’re getting.” You chuckle, walking over to the POS system and clocking in.

“You’re no fun.” She groans, reaching around you to grab her notepad.

You were about to retort, you were literally going to go dancing on tables later tonight, but your hostess poked her head into the kitchen. “Y/N, you’ve got an 8-top.” Haneul smiled apologetically.

“Shit.” You groan, grabbing your note pad and slipping past Dani—and sticking your tongue out at her—before walking out into the pub.

Hyunjin wasn’t the only one in costume when they arrived at the pub. Excluding the staff, there were a handful of other patrons that had dressed up. Some were on theme, pirates or wenches, he even spotted a mermaid in the corner, others not so much.

“Told you I wouldn’t stand out.” Hyunjin elbows Seungmin playfully.

“Yeah, yeah.” He waves Hyunjin off.

Chan had already made his way to the hostess stand, asking for a table for eight. Hyunjin knew they had one booth that would fit all of them and he was crossing his fingers it was in Y/N’s section.

“Hey, Hyunjin.” Haneul says as he gathers eight menus, “Here for the show?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Hyunjin grins.

She led them to the large booth in the back, setting out the menus as they took their seats.

“Y/N will be out in a few.” She smiles.

“Thanks, Haneul.” Hyunjin waves as she heads towards the kitchen.

You look out at your section and meet Hyunjin’s eye instantly. You grin, seeing the rest of his members piled into your biggest booth in the corner of the pub.

“Good evening, gentlemen.” You greet, smiling at the eight men you’d grown to close to recently.

“Hey, Y/N.” Chan smiles, “How’s your night going?”

“Not too bad. I’m glad to see you guys.” You shoot a playful glare at Hyunjin before returning your attention to the others.

“They asked to come!” Hyunjin held up his hands in surrender.

“Mhm.” You quirked an eyebrow at him. “So, can I start you guys with any drinks? We’ve got our usual beers on tap as well as a halloween cider and cocktail if you’re interested.”

You took their order, Felix taking you up on the cocktail after hearing it had whiskey in it, and make your way back to the bar.

“How are the boys?” Jun asks, taking the order from you. “Did they come see you?”

“Hyunjin brought them to the show.”

“Ah.” Jun nods, starting on their drinks. “Are you nervous?”

“Yes and no.” You shrug. “It’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this but I also miss it.”

You made yourself busy with side work until their drinks were ready. You dropped them off, only letting them hold you there for a few minutes longer than you should’ve before you had to greet another table.

The night flew by and it was ten before you knew it. You had traded your tables off with Dani, though Hyunjin and the boys had finished a while ago and were just drinking and hanging around before the show, so you could go get ready.

Hyunjin watched you step out from the kitchen, adjusting a mic clipped to your top and tucked into your belt. You catch his eye, winking before you step out onto the floor.

Your lilting voice filled the pub, “There once was a man from Fisherman's Cove, with a wee little clann to feed. He'd cast all night, la di da di da, but his line went down too deep.” The drummer started hitting the bass, keeping the beat with you. “When the morning broke and the tide rolled in, they saw his boat and wept. For all was left, la di da di da, was a pole and a fisherman's net.” A fiddle kicks in and a few of their vocalists join in from the stage. “Heave ho! Bully boys row! The siren's comin' for ye. She stole the treasure from my chest, and dove into the sea.”

You hold out your hand and Jun helps you step up onto a stool at the bar then onto the bar itself, “There once was a bloke from Blaggard's Bluff, a drunken fool was he. He'd stay out late, la di da di da, to fill his cup with mead.” Jun hands you a mug of beer and you lift it into the air, a few of the regular patrons, as well as the boys who still had drinks, lift their cups to cheer with you. “Stumbling along on a moonless night, a voice did catch his ear. It lured him in, la di da di da, and snatched him from the pier.”

You take a sip from the mug, it was just water, before setting it down on the bar and hopping down. Your boot heels click on the floor as you move between the tables, “Heave ho! Bully boys go! The melody haunts my dreams. She sings her song, and reels in every sailor to the deep.”

You climb up onto an empty chair, leaning on your knee as though you were regailing a story, “There once was a king from Iron Shoal, who bent every knee to his will. With an unjust sword, la di da di da, he feared no blood to spill. He set his sights across the sea, to conquer a distant land. But on his way he heard ‘La di da di da’ and never reached the sand.”

You can help but smile as the patrons start to clap and stomp their feet to the beat. “Heave ho! Bully boys row! The siren's comin' for ye. She stole the treasure from my chest, and dove into the sea.” You stomp your foot to the beat, dancing around the tables. You turn to your left and you’re met with Hyunjin, holding his hand out to you. You grin, taking it. He pulls you in, guiding you through the pub and spinning you around expertly. You’d danced with Hyunjin before, at one function or another, but this was new. You almost felt more relaxed, letting him take the lead. People cheered when he dipped you down and you couldn’t help but giggle. As your cue was coming up, you stepped back and curtsied to him—he bowed in return.

The song picked up again, “Heave ho! Bully boys row! The siren's comin' for ye. She stole the treasure from my chest, and dove into the sea.” You weave your way through the room, moving towards the stage. “Heave ho! Bully boys go! The melody haunts my dreams. She sings her song, and reels in every sailor to the deep.”

The music quiets, only the piano accompanying you as you finish the song, “Legend tells she's still abroad, beware the voice at sea. For if the waves sing "la di da di da" she might be comin' for ye.” The pub erupts in cheers and you take a bow, smiling ear to ear before you disappear back into the kitchen.

You didn’t get off until 1AM so the boys had left earlier, except for Hyunjin who stuck around to walk you home. The night air was crisp but not comfortably cold. You were thankful you’d chosen to wear a long coat because your legs would’ve been freezing.

“You were amazing.” He says, for the fourth time that night.

You laugh, “Thank you, Hyunjin. Oh, I forgot to say. Your costume is great.”

“Thanks.” He smiles, looking down at his feet as he twists one of the many rings on his fingers.

You walked in silence for a while, the wind whistling in your ears as the almost full moon lights your path.

The streets weren’t empty, it being Halloween, not that they would be on any other night. People in and out of costumes walking around and laughing with their friends, some seemingly drunker than others. While you and Hyunjin were waiting to cross at a stop light, you notices the pair standing across from you. They were dressed like Jack and Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas. It was cute, seeing them holding hands and laughing about something.

You couldn’t help but watch as you passed them on the road, slight longing in your expression.

“Y/N!”

Someone gripped your arm and pulled out of the road. Your cheek went flush against Hyunjin’s chest as you felt someone on a motorcycle whizz past you at such a speed you felt your hair lift. You stood there for a moment, Hyunjin’s heartbeat matching your own in pace. You looked up at him and he loosened his grip, “S-sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” You smile, somewhat awkwardly. “Thank you.”

“What an asshole…” He chuckles darkly.

“Yeah…” You nod, “Should we uh…”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

You both start towards your apartment again. As you walked, your hands kept brushing each other, rings clinking against one another. Neither of you acknowledged it, even when you let your hand slip into his. He held it, hand cupping yours. It was surprisingly warm, sending goosebumps up your arm.

You lead him inside your apartment building, still holding his hand until you go to your door when you finally let go.

You turn towards him finally, “Thanks for walking me back.”

“Yeah… of course.” He nods.

“I—uh… Thanks for coming tonight. I know I kinda joked about not wanting you there but… It really meant a lot. And I…”

He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow as he waited for you to continue. God, were you really going to do this now?

Fuck it.

“I just… you’re always there when I need it, big or small. And that means a lot, especially since you’re so busy with work and your own stuff. I know we haven;t been friends for that long so I really appreciate how much time you make for me and I hope you feel the same from me. I try to do what I can and be there for you the way you are for me, even if I kinda suck at his sometimes but—”

You’re interrupted by the feeling of something soft against your lips. Your eyes go wide for a second before fluttering closed. You let Hyunjin guide your awkwardly floating hand to his neck, taking the other in his. It was quick and sweet, but full of so much emotion you couldn’t even begin to describe.

He pulls back, resting his forehead against yours, “Please tell me that was going where I think it was going and I didn’t just fuck it up?”

You chuckle, “I’m really bad at this aren’t I?”

“Eh, I would’ve been just as bad.” He pulls back, smiling at you with love in his eyes.

“So… what do we do now?” You ask, laughing again.

“I mean… I could ask you to be my girlfriend or I can ask you if—” “The first one.”

He stops, staring down at you, obviously trying not to laugh. “Y/N… Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes!” You give him a cheeky grin.

He rolls his eyes playfully, “Come here, you.”

He pulls you in by the waist, kissing you again. His lips fit with yours like a puzzle piece, like it’s where they were meant to be. The faintest traces of alcohol on his tongue as it tangled with yours. You brought your hand up to cup his face, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

“Stay over.” You mumble between kisses.

“Now?”

“Mhm…” You reach back, opening your door and pulling Hyunjin in will you. “Right now.”

It took longer than you would’ve liked to get your costume off, with the layers of chains and belts and the corset you’d strapped yourself into. But once you were free, Hyunjin didn’t waste any time pulling you into bed. You were both naked, though your respective makeup remained, and it only turned you on more—seeing the dark eyeliner as Hyunjin’s moonlit face.

He presses a searing kiss to your lips, hands wandering your body—along her hips and up your sides. His fingers find your nipples and you squeak into his mouth, making him grin against your lips.

“Darling.” He breathes, pulling back just barely, “Can I taste you?”

You nod, licking your lips, “Please.”

He trails his plump lips down to your jaw, across your neck and between your breasts. You shiver as he reaches below your stomach, moving to the side and kissing down your thighs. He pushes your legs apart—lightly squeezing your thighs. He kisses back up, his lips brushing sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You gnaw on your lip, watching him take his time between your legs.

His tongue pushes deep, greedy, like he’s been starved and this was his only meal in weeks. He groans against you, low and yearning, the sound vibrating through your cunt as he drags his tongue up and down. His hands are firm, holding your thighs wide apart. 

“Fuck.” You gasp, fingers tangling in his silky locks, pulling lightly. Hyunjin only moans in response, pushing his face deeper.

His nose nudges your clit, subtle, but it was enough to make you jolt. You feel him smirk against you before moving up and latching his lips around it—he sucked so hard your eyes rolled back. 

“You taste…” He mumbles. “So fucking good… Can I make you cum? Please, baby?”

You don’t get a chance to answer before he dives back in, tongue relentless between your lips, the wet sounds filling the room. You can’t help but buck your hips against his face, fingers tightening in his hair as you gripped the sheets with the other. Every lick and suck pushes you closer to the edge, your legs shaking as he kept them apart.

“J-Jinnie… ‘m close.” You whine.

Hyunjin doesn’t answer, simply moving back up to suck your clit into his mouth again. You moan loudly, eyes rolling back.

“Please, baby—” You cut yourself off, breath hitching as your climax washes over you.

Hyujin continues to lap at your lips, like he couldn’t get enough of the taste. You start to squirm, overstimulation settling in. He sits back, lips and chin glistening with your juices. He was a sight.

You looked blissed out, cheeks flushed and sweat shining on your skin. Hyunjin licks his lips before crawling back up your body, leaving affectionate kisses across your skin before hovering over your face.

“You’re amazing.” He smiles, kissing your cheek. “Do you need to stop?”

You shake your head, “No, I want you… Please, Jinnie.”

“Condoms?” He asks.

“Uh…l-left side drawer.” You gesture to the bedside table.

He reaches over, pulls one from the box inside and closes it again. He rips his open with his teeth, rolling it over his hard length. He positions himself in front of you, teasing his tip between your wet folds.

“Please baby, I need you…” You whine, gripping his arm—nails digging into his skin.

He slowly slides in and your jaw drops in a silent scream, feeling him bottom out inside you.

“Shit—” Hyunjin groans, feeling you squeezing around him.

He pulls out half way, then pushes back in, starting slow. Moans are pulled out of you as he speeds up, gradually increasing his pace. You pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck as he buries himself inside you. Your fingers tangle in his hair and he presses hot kisses along your neck.

“J-Jinnie… Jinnie, fuck—” You babble, back arching away from the bed when he hits that sensitive spot again and again.

“‘m close too, beautiful.”

Your breath hitches as he picks up his pace, pushing you over the edge as your orgasm shoots through you. Hyunjin was close behind, spilling into the condom with the sexiest groan you’d ever heard, and slumping forward. You stayed connected for a while, running your fingers through his slightly damp hair as your breathing steadies.

Hyunjin pulls out, both of you shuddering at the sensation, and slides off the bed. He walks on slightly shaky legs, throwing away the condom and coming back with a warm washcloth. He cleans you up, tossing the cloth away and pulling on his boxers before crawling back into bed with you.

He pulls you to his chest, arm crossing your chest and kissing behind your ear while whispering sweet praises.

“You’re amazing.” He mumbles.

“This was so perfect.” You turn, looking up at him for a few seconds. He was still a little sweaty, smudged makeup still on his face—a problem for the morning—looking down at you with adoration in his eyes. “You’re perfect.”

You fell asleep together, utterly satisfied with how the night had ended. Halloween would be a fond night to look back on from that point on.