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SEO CHANGBIN

Changbin has always been loud about the things he loves. Music, food, the gym. You. He’s not embarrassed about it.

There had been a time though, when he was terrified of saying anything affectionate in front of your parents. Not that he didn’t want too, but the thought of blurting out a pet name in front of your mom or dad made his stomach twist. He had practiced his greetings in the bathroom mirror, whispering “Pleasure to meet you, ma’am” in a thousand different ways until it sounded polite enough. The last thing he wanted was to call you “Baby” while your mom was in the room and have to dig his own grave afterwards.

But, that was back then.

Now, Changbin saying Yeobo is like second nature at this point. It rolls off the tongue no matter if you’re alone or surrounded by other people. Same with Jagiya. Just naturally rolls of the tongue

honorable mention: calling you Princess

It probably started as a joke. Maybe you tossed a handful of items into the cart, he brought you a gift you’d offhandedly mentioned not being able to get because it was out of your price range. Changbin uses it whenever he spoiling you (which is constantly). 

LEE FELIX

Felix has all sorts of names. 

I feel like sometimes people are so focused on Felix being a sunshine (which he is) that they forget he absolutely can—and has—been an absolute gremlin sometimes. Felix has all sorts of things he calls you. 

Teddy bear, sugar lips, baby cakes, snugglebutt—okay, okay, i’m kidding. not really. Those, and plenty other, are names that he calls you because he knows they’ll make you cringe bad. He’ll grin cheekily afterwards when he gets a reaction from you.

But there are others, the ones he uses seriously. Everyone knows Felix is very affectionate. I think if you’re dating him, it’d only amplify his affection.

He’ll call you Baby/Jagiya, Love or my love. And Darling.

Idk how many people like that name, but just imagining Felix saying it. His deep voice and his accent calling you darling? I’d melt.

KIM SEUNGMIN

Seungmin isn’t the type to use pet names very often.

It’s not like a “Seungmin uses pet names only in private and never around other people” kinda thing because he doesn’t use them in private that much either. Not because he doesn’t want too, or because he’s cold or closed off, but he cringes at himself. It wasn’t about not liking them. He definitely does, at least, he likes hearing you say them.

As much as he could put on a straight faced facade if asked if he likes pet names, he can’t ignore the way his cheeks flush and his heart skips a beat. 

He’ll think about saying them. Maybe call you a pet name in his thoughts. But he’ll never say it aloud. unless he slips..

Which only happens when you’re completely alone because then his guard is down. In that case, he’ll call you Jagiya, Sweetheart, or my love. He definitely still cringes at himself immediately afterwards.

But not as much if no one else is around to witness. Just makes sure not to directly acknowledge it. It’ll embarrass him and you’ll be back to square one where he calls you strictly by your name for a few days until he forgets and slips up—again.

It’s a cycle that never fails to repeat.

YANG JEONGIN

Jeongin doesn’t do pet names. At least not in public.

After a year or two of knowing them, using pet names around your family doesn’t bother him to much. A quick “Thank you, Baby” when you pass him something would suffice before it gets to be too much.

Around his family? A bit trickier. He’s the middle child of two brothers. Jeongin loves his siblings, but there’s something about calling you “Jagiya” and hearing his little brother snort from behind him that makes him want to chew on the dry wall. It’s not impossible, just not ideal.

He totally gets red in the ears in both scenarios, but it’s manageable (and one is just a bit easier than the other). However.. using them around his members is a completely different story. Jeongin would rather walk barefooted across legos than call you Yeobo with any of them—especially Chan, Hyunjin, or god forbid, Jisung—present.

He’s learned over the past 7-8 years and he knows better than to give any of the members more material to tease or baby him with. Not that they don’t, or won’t, anyways.

But still, he’s managed to keep pet names away from the other seven obnoxious men the entire time you’ve been dating and plans to keep it that way.

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Across the room, Chan watched. He’s sat on the couch, one ankle resting on his opposite knee, jaw tight, arm sling over the back like he’s comfortable—but he’s not. His eyes flick to you, then to Jisung, then back to you again.

Your laughter is too.. free. Jisung is sat way too close. And you haven’t looked in Chan’s direction once in the past ten minutes.

He tells himself it’s nothing. You love him, not Jisung. But the way that you tilt your head at him with that soft smile, it stabs at something hot and unsettling in his chest.

You finally—finally—glance over to him. Chan’s gaze doesn’t waver. The look in his eyes is a little darker than usual, hooded and unreadable, but you don’t comment on it. You just offer a soft smile before standing up.

“I’ll be right back,” you say, the words directed more towards Jisung than him, as you head your way down the hall towards the bathroom.

The second the door closes behind you, Chan pushes himself to stand and quietly slips out of the room following right behind you. You’re halfway though washing your hands when there’s a soft knock on the door. “…It’s me.” comes Chan’s voice.

You blink, staring at the closed door.

“Can you let me in?”

Your stomach flips, you unlock the door and crack it open. Chan doesn’t wait, he pushes inside and shuts in behind him, and it locks with a click.

“What the hell was that?”

You narrow your eyes, “What was what?”

Chan scoffs, “You two were all over eachother. What the fuck was that about?”

You roll your eyes, “He’s just being nice.” Chan stops in his tracks, jaw clenched, eyes dark.

“Don’t play dumb with me. I know what you were trying to do.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not allowed to laugh with our friends? Am I supposed to sit around with my head down so no one gets the wrong idea?”

“I’m not stupid. You were flirting with him.” Chan whisper-yells, keeping his voice low so that the two in the living room don’t hear him.

“I wasn’t even flirting. You’re just being insecure,”

In one second he closed the space between you two, hand gripping your jaw firmly, tilting your face so you had no choice but to meet his furious gaze.

“I’m not being insecure, but if that’s what you think, fine. But don’t you dare act like you didn’t know what you were doing in there.”

You inhale sharply as your back hits the counter. “Chan..”

He bites his lip, “I just want you to remember who you belong to.” His mouth crashes onto yours before you can even think of a response, a mix of anger, frustration and desperation. His hands grip your hips, backing you into the counter and lifting you onto the counter like you weigh nothing.

“You want attention so bad?” He hissed against your mouth, “You’re gonna get it. Every. Fucking. Inch of it.”

You gasp against his lips as the cool marble meets the backs of your thighs and he swallows it greedily. His hands are already under your shirt, skimming your waist, pressing your bodies closer.

“You think I didn’t notice the way he looked at you?” he mutters against your mouth, dragging your shirt over your head. “The way you leaned into him?”

Your jeans are gone before you even realize he’s unbuttoned them, you tug at his shirt in retaliation, teeth grazing his jaw as he yanks it over his head and throws it somewhere behind him.

One hand slips between your legs as his mouth trails down your neck, teeth grazing your skn. You squirm beneath his hands, heat pooling fast and thick into your stomach.

You’re whimpering when his hand slips under the elastic of your panties and his fingers rub against you slick folds. He smirks against your neck. “That’s right. Only I get to touch you like this, make you this wet.”

“You like making me jealous, don’t you?” he growls. “You like when I lose control over you.”

You shake your head, breath ragged as you try and grind your hips against his fingers. “I don’t—I wasn’t trying—“ You cut yourself off with a moan as he presses one finger into you. You pull him closer by the front of his hoodie to try and connect you lips again.

Chan groans in response, deep and desperate. “You’re mine,” he grits out, finger quickly thrusting in and out of you, curling every so often to hit that one spot. “Say it.”

His words were filthy and his tone was mean. You let out a strangled moan, “Yours.. I’m yours.” you whisper. But the sudden loss of his fingers as he slides them out of you makes you whine, hips instinctively changing his hand.

You barely have anytime to catch your breath when you feel him slide into you and you grip his shoulder with a loud moan.

“That’s it. Louder.”

You let out chocked moans and whimpers of his name again and again, tears begin to run down your cheeks and your voice cracks as he thrusts into you with a ruthless rhythm. “Look at you,” he groans, lifting a hand to gently wipe your tears away. “So needy for me now.”

You bite your lip when you feel his tip graze onto your sweet spot, tucking your head down to his shoulder. His fingers tangle in your hair to pull your head back up.

“Don’t hide now, baby. You wanted this. Acting like a brat all night so that i’ll fuck you like this, yeah?” You shakily nod against his neck in response.

He gives a sharp tug that pulls a loud moan from your lips. So much for trying to be quiet, there’s no way they didn’t hear that, but at the moment, you couldn’t care less.

He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Good girl. Let everyone hear you, baby.” His voice send a shiver down your spine. He shifts slightly, adjusting your legs so that your thighs are wrapped tightly around his waist. The new angle has him driving harder and deeper into you, and you can help but grind your hips down against him, desperate to meet every thrust.

His hand grips your hips, holding you in place like he’s afraid you’d disappear. Every thrust is rough, angry, desperate. He makes you feel every word, every breath.

You voice starts to falter a bit and your legs tremble around him. “You gonna cum for me?” he groans into your ear, “Cum on my dick baby, c’mon.”

You let out a moan and your body trembles with your release. Chan keeps thrusting into you as your legs fall slack around him, no longer able to hold themselves up. “Please—too much.” You whine as your nails dig into his arms. “Chan—“

“You can take it. Just a little more.” He grunts. Each snap of his hips sending an overwhelming wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. You feel the pace of his hips falter against you and his voice cracks with each hushed moan that escapes his lips.

“Fuck. I’m so close-“ he breathes. You lean in, pressing your lips to his in a desperate kiss, the two of you swallowing each moan that escapes each others lips.

“Come inside me.. please,” You whimper against his lips. Chan lets out a strained grunt in response, his thrusts growing faster, more desperate as he chases his own pleasure. One hand drops between your bodies, and his fingers rub at your clit in harsh, relentless circles. The overstimulation makes your breath hitch and you cry out as you feel another climax quickly building.

His hips still, and you feel him twitch inside you as spurts of warm cum begin to coat your walls. The sensation of him releasing inside you sends you spiraling all over, and your climax crashes over you as your legs tremble against the counter.

There’s a long silence filled with nothing other but the sound of your heavy breathing. Then you feel his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you close.

“I.. You know I didn’t mean that right?” Chan murmurs into your neck, voice hoarse and wrecked with emotion. “I was just…fuck. I was jealous. I’m sorry. I took it out on you, and I shouldn’t have.”

You don’t answer right away, your body still trembling. You finger find their way into his hair, gently threading through the strands. “I know,” you whisper. “But really, I wasn’t trying to do anything.”

He pulls back enough just to look at you, guilt flooding his eyes. “I know, I know. I just.. the thought of anyone even looking at you like that, touching you..” He trails off, jaw clenching as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“It messes with my head.” He admits softly, “But it’s not your fault. I just can’t lose you. Even though I know the kids would never.. the thought of someone else even trying just—I’m sorry.”

“You’re not gonna lose me.” Your voice is a bit hoarse, but there’s no hesitation in it. The reassurance seems to calm him a bit and he nods. He finally pulls out, breathing still a bit shaky. His fingers lazily trace your thigh as he watches, completely hypnotized as a slow, messy is of both yours and his cum begins to slowly drip out of you and down onto the counter.

“Fuck..” he mutters, low and gravelly, thumb brushing your inner thigh, almost in awe. “Look at that…”

You chest still rises and falls with each shaky breath you take as you glance down than back up to watch as he steps away and grabs some tissue for you (and to clean the counter).

You smirk, “You think Jisung will be mad that we fucked in his bathroom?”

Chan lets out a breathy laugh and his eyes flicker to yours. He leans forward, kissing your collarbone.

“Oops,” he murmurs, voice low and smug and clearly not sorry in the slightest.

“It’s no secret, i’m sure they heard,” His words send a flush down your neck. “I’ll just turn the fan on when we leave.”

You laugh, quiet and breathlessly, taking the tissue he offers you to clean yourself up while he cleans the counter.

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“You’ve had enough? Is it too much!”

your answer was a choked moan, but it wasn’t enough for him.

“I said,” One of his hands was wrapped tightly around both your wrists, pinning them above your head, “Is it too much?”

You shook your head, your eyes are glassy, body trembling beneath him. your legs were still twitching from previous—your third—orgasm but he wouldn’t stop. He was focused.

“Good girl,” he muttered, lips brushing against your temple as his fingers slipped back between your thighs, drenched and sensitive. you bucked your hips, his bare length rubbing against your thigh. A strangled whine leaving your throat as his fingers found your clit again, rubbing tight circles.

“B-Binnie—“ you gasped.

“Ah,” He cut you off, “You wanted to tease me earlier. Sitting on my lap in that flimsy little thing. Grinding against me like I wouldn’t drag you here and ruin you.” His voice dipped, low and sinful. “So now you’re gonna take everything I give you.”

The way he had your wrists pinned, the way his fingers kept working against you. Fast, rough and merciless. It was too much. too much but still not enough.

When he finally slid back into you, your whole body seized.

“Just one more,” he whispered into your ear, hands still gripping at your wrists. “You can give me one more, can’t you?”

Your walls tightened around his length and you began to tremble beneath him. Changbin didn’t stop, wanting as your eyes rolled back and your vision blurred.

You went sure how long you came for. One climax bled into the next. Your legs were shaking and your chest was heaving as Changbin quickly thrust in and out of you.

You could make out his figure as he hovered over you, his chest slick with sweat, his muscles flexing hard as he held himself up. Rolling his hips into your again and again.

“Look at you,” He rasped out between thrusts, “Can’t even look at me properly.”

Your hands were still pinned beneath his. Fingers uselessly curling up to scratch at his wrist. He wasn’t even holding you down properly, he didn’t even need to, your body wouldn’t have moved even if you tried. He had you ruined, your limbs felt like jelly.

“Thought you could handle me, Yeobo? Isn’t that what you said?” he taunted, lips dragging along you jaw as he slammed into you, sharp and punishing. “But now look at you—crying for me, so full, so fucking good for me.”

Tears prickled at the corner of your eyes, the overstimulation pushing you to the edge. Your moans turned into whimpers, gasp, and broken syllables that barely formed his name.

“Binnie.. I can’t—“

“Yes you can.” he cut in, “You’ll take every drop of what I give you,” His other hand slipped between your bodies, fingers rubbing ruthless circles onto your clit.

“Bin— Changbin—“ You gasp, your boobs bouncing with each thrust.

“That’s it, Yeobo. Say my name.”

“Changbin!” You cried out as you came, your body convulsing as your climax sent waves of pleasure through your body. Changbin kept moving, watching you come undone below him.

Your body was on fire. Every nerve lot, every limb shaking, and still, Changbin wants done. His hand legs go of your wrists only to slide under your thigh, hoisting your leg high so he could drive deeper into you. You gasped and sobbed at the stretch, feeling the familiar knot tightening in your stomach.

“Still with me, yeobo?” he homages, voice wrecked, he leans down a son presses his forehead against you, watching you through hazy eyes. You just barely nod.

“Good girl,” he groans, sweat dripping down his temple. “So fuckin’ good for me. Just a little more. Come with me one more time—come on.”

The pressure snapped again, your entire body going limp, mouth falling open in a silent moan as your final orgasm took over your body. Your pussy clenched around him like you never wanted to let him go.

“F-Fuck—“ He gasped, hips jerking as he lost control, hands squeezing your hips like a lifeline. “God, you feel so—shit, Yeobo—“

He buried himself inside you with a strangled moan, you moan as you feel his cum paint your walls.

He collapsed gently on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and you tangled your fingers in his hair. Both of you were breathless, soaking in sweat.

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