ca

He froze beneath you. Only for a second. Just long enough to make you glance down in confusion, your wide eyes meeting his.

“Oh—sorry,” you started to move, but his hand landed on your waist like it belonged there. Firm. Warm.

“It’s fine,” he said. Quiet. Almost strained.

You were too innocent to read the way his throat worked when he swallowed. Too sweet to notice the way his fingers tightened, just slightly, before he released you. You thought it was nothing—just Chan being polite. Chan being dependable. He always was.

You stayed on his lap the whole session.

—

After that, things didn’t change immediately. He still treated you like a kid. Still smiled at you like you were too soft to touch, too pure for his world of brutal hours and burn-out. You were only Jeongin’s age, barely debuted, and always apologizing for your mistakes. It was cute. Almost too cute.

But you kept coming back.

You’d text him after practice with breathless, excited questions about vocal warmups. You’d sit beside him in the cafeteria, wearing those ridiculous oversized sweaters with sleeves that swallowed your hands. You called him “Channie” like it meant something holy.

And maybe it did. Maybe that’s why it drove him fucking insane.

You didn’t notice the shift at first. You were still babbling about key changes and melody lines when he started watching your lips more than your form. Still curling up beside him on the couch when his fingers began curling into fists to keep from touching you. You didn’t see how his jaw flexed when your skirt rose mid-thigh. You didn’t hear the way his breathing changed every time you asked him to “show you how it’s done.”

And you definitely didn’t know what you were doing the night you asked him this:

“Oppa, can I ask you something kinda weird?”

He looked up from his laptop. You were in the corner of the room again, legs tucked under you, wearing a tank top and shorts you definitely didn’t own last month. His gaze dropped before he could stop it. He didn’t answer right away.

“…Go ahead,” he said.

You twirled a pencil between your fingers. Bit your bottom lip. God.

“How do you, like…” You laughed, nervous and sweet. “How do you seduce someone?”

Silence.

The kind that made the air in the room feel thicker. Heavy.

You didn’t know it, but something in him broke the moment you said it.

He closed his laptop slowly, carefully. The hum of the monitors was suddenly loud in the quiet.

“You’re joking,” he said flatly.

You giggled. “Kind of?”

But your eyes were curious. Your lips glossy from that stupid cherry balm. Your knees bare and bent toward him like you didn’t even realize what position you’d put yourself in.

“Why are you asking me that?” he asked, voice lower now. Controlled.

You shrugged. “You just… seem like you’d know.”

There it was again—that innocence, all tangled up with something so casually dangerous.

And you had no idea.

You didn’t know why you asked him that.

The words had just come out—half a joke, half something else. Something sticky and curious and reckless. You hadn’t expected him to react the way he did.

Chan stared at you for a second too long. Not in the way people did when they were thinking. Not even in the way he looked at the screen when he was editing vocals—focused and zoned out and kind of tired. No. This stare was heavy. Charged. Like he was seeing something he shouldn’t.

Like he was trying to decide what to do with it.

He leaned back in his chair and scrubbed a hand over his mouth.

“You shouldn’t ask questions like that,” he said, almost under his breath.

Your stomach flipped. You weren’t sure why.

You tried to laugh it off. “Come on, I’m just curious.”

He didn’t smile.

“I’m not the person you should be asking.”

“Why not?” You tilted your head. You knew you were pushing. Maybe that was the point. Maybe you wanted to know how far you could go. “You’ve probably had, like, tons of experience, right?”

His eyes closed for a moment. Just a blink, but slower. Like he was exhausted all of a sudden.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

You shifted where you sat on the little couch, trying to lighten the mood. “So that’s a yes?”

Chan exhaled—sharp and short, more of a sound than a breath. Then he stood up.

For a second, you thought he was going to leave. That you’d actually annoyed him. But instead, he crossed the room and stopped right in front of you, arms crossed loosely over his chest, head tilted down.

“You think seducing someone is a game?”

The words came out so quiet. So smooth. It made your skin tingle.

You blinked up at him. “N-No?”

“You think it’s just… lip gloss and eye contact and giggling like that?”

“I wasn’t—” You stopped. Realized you were giggling. Shit.

Chan’s mouth twitched, like he was fighting a smirk. Or a growl. You couldn’t tell.

He crouched down, suddenly eye-level, forearms resting on his knees. He looked at you like he was studying something—like he was figuring out whether you were real or some kind of trick.

“You want to learn how to seduce someone?” he asked, lower now. Softer.

You nodded. Barely.

He leaned in a little more. You could feel the heat of him, smell that clean, rosy scent he always carried—like skin and sweat and cologne that cost more than your rent.

“Then here’s your first lesson,” he murmured. “You don’t go asking men like me to teach you.”

You swallowed. Your throat felt dry.

“Why not?”

His gaze dropped—just for a second—to your lips. Then your knees.

Then back up.

“Because,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, “I’d stop teaching real fast.”

You stared at him. Words failed you.

He rose to his full height and stepped back, rubbing a hand over his neck like he was trying to shake something off.

“I’m gonna get some water,” he said, almost too casually. “You should go home soon. It’s getting late.”

And just like that, the moment cracked.

But it didn’t vanish.

It lingered—thick in the air, hot in your chest, humming between your thighs.

You watched the studio door close behind him. Your heart was pounding. Your hands trembled as you picked up your phone, pretending to scroll.

You weren’t sure what had just happened.

But you wanted to do it again.

—-

Chan didn’t text you for three days.

Which wouldn’t normally mean anything—he was always busy, running on fumes and three hours of sleep—but this time it felt different. You’d grown used to the casual replies, the quick “want to practice tonight?” or “you eating?” texts that came with no warning but always made you feel strangely warm.

Now, nothing.

No emoji-laced messages. No late-night memes. Not even a reaction to the video you posted of your new vocal practice.

It bothered you more than you wanted to admit.

When you finally saw him at the company building, he looked—fine. Tired, maybe. Sweaty from practice. But when you waved, his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Hey, you.” He said it softly, but his eyes flicked behind you—checking if anyone else was around.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked.

His brows drew together. “No. Why would I be mad?”

You fidgeted with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “You’ve been kind of… distant.”

Chan sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s not you. I just… think we should cool it with the late-night practices for a bit.”

Your stomach dropped.

“Oh.”

“Not forever,” he added quickly, voice a little too gentle. “You’ve been doing great. You’re killing it. I just think you don’t need me hovering all the time anymore.”

You stared at him. That wasn’t what this was about, and you both knew it.

“Is this about what I said?” you asked, a little quieter.

He didn’t answer.

You took a breath. “Because I was kidding, Channie. I didn’t mean to make things weird.”

His jaw tensed at that.

“You didn’t make anything weird,” he said. “I did.”

That stung.

He noticed.

“I just think it’s better if we keep some distance. You’re… pure. You’re new to all this. And I don’t want to mess that up for you.”

You didn’t know what to say. There was something in his voice—something tight and controlled, like he was clenching a muscle too hard.

He smiled again. Gentle. Fake.

“I’ll still help with your vocals. Just… not at night, okay?”

You nodded, but your chest felt cold.

And your curiosity?

Burned hotter than ever.

—

It took another week before you went back to the studio.

You told yourself it was innocent. You just wanted his input on your new harmony lines. It wasn’t about that moment. It wasn’t about the way he looked at you, or how your skin still tingled when you remembered the sound of his voice dropping low beside your ear.

You knocked on the studio door anyway, heart racing.

He was sitting at the desk, hoodie loose around his shoulders, hair pushed back with a headband. When he looked up and saw you, something flickered across his face.

You couldn’t tell if it was dread or desire.

“I thought we agreed—”

“I brought coffee,” you cut in quickly, holding up the bag with a small smile. “And I need your help.”

He stared at you for a second. Then sighed.

“Come in.”

You set the drinks down beside him and slid into the chair, pretending not to notice the way his hand twitched when your knees brushed. You opened your notebook, flipping through pages.

“I wrote a new verse,” you said. “I think it could use some warmth. Like that thing you always say about emotional resonance?”

He nodded slowly. Said nothing.

You pressed play on your recording, humming along softly with the playback. He listened in silence.

When it ended, you looked at him.

“Well?”

His eyes were already on you.

“You’re improving.”

“Only improving?”

He hesitated. “You sound… honest. A little more raw. Like you felt it.”

You bit your lip—just enough to get his attention. “Maybe I was thinking about you.”

You meant it as a joke. Almost.

He didn’t take it that way.

“Don’t.”

The word hit the air hard and fast. You blinked.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t flirt with me.”

The room went quiet. Your pulse jumped.

“I’m not,” you said—too soft, too fast.

Chan stood up suddenly, pushing back from the desk. He walked to the corner of the studio, then stopped with his back to you.

“You don’t understand,” he said quietly. “You think you’re playing a game. You think it’s harmless.”

You stood, too. “What if I do understand?”

He turned slowly. His eyes met yours—and they weren’t soft anymore.

“Then you should leave.”

Your heart kicked against your ribs. But you didn’t move.

You stepped forward instead.

“Channie,” you whispered. “What would happen if I didn’t?”

His hands clenched at his sides. His throat bobbed.

Then, finally, voice low and dangerous, he answered:

“Then I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

You didn’t flinch when he said it.

You didn’t back away. Didn’t apologize. Didn’t break the eye contact, even when the air between you got heavy with something thicker than silence.

So when Chan stepped toward you—slow, measured, eyes locked to yours—you didn’t move. Not even when the space between you vanished.

He was so close now you could see the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw. The outline of every thought he wasn’t saying etched across his face.

You’d never seen him like this. Not guarded. Not careful.

Just… watching.

He reached out—slowly—and his fingers grazed your cheek. Not a full touch. Just enough to test.

You exhaled—too sharp.

“You want to play grown-up, huh?” he murmured, thumb brushing along your jaw. “Want to act like you know what you’re doing?”

Your lips parted, but no words came out. He didn’t wait for an answer.

“Let’s see, then.”

He stepped around you. Close enough that his chest brushed your back as he circled behind you. His voice was still low, soft enough that it felt like it sank straight into your skin.

“If you really understood what you were asking for,” he said, “you’d be nervous right now.”

“I am nervous,” you whispered.

“Not nervous enough.”

His fingers slid down your arms—not quite holding you, just ghosting. Just enough to make your breath catch.

“You’ve got no idea what it means to really seduce someone. You think it’s about looking pretty and biting your lip.” He leaned in, his breath warm on your neck. “But it’s not.”

He let the silence stretch, thick and pulsing.

“You wanna know what seduction is?” he whispered.

You nodded.

“Then let me show you something.”

He moved in front of you again—close enough that you could smell the coffee on his breath and the heat radiating off his body. His eyes searched yours for a long moment.

Then he reached for your hand.

Gently. Carefully. Like you might pull away.

You didn’t.

He brought it up—slowly—and pressed it against his chest, right over his heartbeat. His skin burned through the fabric of his hoodie.

“You feel that?” he said. “That’s what you’re doing to me without even trying.”

You swallowed, lips parting.

His hand stayed over yours, holding it in place. “Now imagine what would happen if I stopped trying, too.”

Your pulse jumped.

“I’m giving you one chance,” he said. “Tell me to stop. Say it, and we go back to normal. You walk out that door, and I forget this ever happened.”

He held your gaze.

“But if you don’t…”

You couldn’t breathe.

“If you don’t say it…” His voice dropped an octave. “Then I’m going to keep showing you. Until you’re not just pretending anymore.”

His hand on yours tightened just enough to ground you. Just enough to make you dizzy.

You didn’t say anything.

And you didn’t move.

The corner of his mouth twitched—just slightly.

“…That’s what I thought.”

His fingers slid from your hand to your wrist—holding you there like a question. Not forcing. Not demanding. Just… waiting.

Waiting to see if you’d flinch.

You didn’t.

Chan’s thumb brushed against your inner wrist, dragging slowly across the pulse point.

“You’re shaking,” he said.

You were.

Not from fear. From anticipation.

He leaned in—closer than before—and tilted his head, speaking softly into your ear.

“I’m not going to forget this, you know.”

His voice. God, his voice. It wasn’t just deep—it was intimate. Thick. Low and smooth like it was meant to curl around your spine and melt into your skin.

“I don’t want you to,” you breathed.

He pulled back just enough to look at you. You couldn’t read the expression in his eyes—like he was still deciding whether this was wrong or just dangerous.

Then he cupped your cheek—so gently—and ran his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Open.”

Your lips parted instinctively.

His thumb dragged down, slow and deliberate, wetting itself along the inside of your mouth before he pulled away. He watched you, eyes fixed on the way your lips stayed open just a beat too long.

“Good,” he murmured. “You’re listening.”

You didn’t trust yourself to speak. Your whole body buzzed like it had been rewired.

He stepped in closer again, crowding you slightly, like he needed your attention narrowed down to only him.

“Lesson one,” he said, voice low. “Seduction isn’t about what you show. It’s about what you hold back.”

His fingers brushed down your arm again. Slower this time. His palm settled lightly on your waist—just warm contact, nothing filthy yet, and it still made your breath stutter.

“You don’t give it all away at once,” he continued, “You let them wonder. You make them want.”

His hand slid from your waist to your hip.

“And you never…” his fingers dipped just slightly lower, “…ever touch first unless you’re ready to be touched back.”

You froze.

But you didn’t pull away.

Chan’s gaze dragged down your face—lingering on your lips, your neck, the flushed skin rising above your shirt.

“Can I?” he asked.

Your voice was barely a whisper. “Yes.”

His hands found your thighs—warm, steady—and he tugged you gently toward the studio couch behind you until the backs of your knees hit the edge. You sat without thinking.

He stayed standing, eyes dragging over you like he was seeing you for the first time. Then, slowly, he dropped to his knees.

Knees.

Chan knelt in front of you.

His hands settled on your knees, thumbs stroking soft circles there. Not pushing them apart. Not yet. Just resting. Just waiting.

“You want me to touch you?” he asked, voice almost too soft to hear. “Tell me.”

You hesitated—but not because you didn’t want it.

Because you’d never said anything like this out loud before.

“I want you to touch me.”

“Where?”

Your face burned.

He leaned in again, whispering against the inside of your thigh. “Use your words.”

You swallowed hard. “Between my legs.”

His hands inched upward, fingertips skimming over your skin, dragging the hem of your shorts with them.

“Say it,” he murmured.

You closed your eyes. “Touch me between my legs, Channie.”

He hummed—a low, satisfied sound that made your core throb.

Then finally—finally—he pressed the heel of his palm right where you needed it.

You gasped. Your thighs twitched under his hands.

He looked up at you, eyes dark. “That’s the reaction I want. Not just pretty words. Not just teasing.”

He started rubbing slow circles, firm and steady, watching your every twitch and moan like he was studying you.

“Lesson two,” he said, voice thick now. “You learn more from pressure than from touch.”

Your breath hitched.

“Feel that?” His fingers pressed just a little harder. “That’s what it feels like when someone really wants you.”

You whimpered, unable to hide it.

“And I haven’t even taken your clothes off yet.”

Chan worked you open slowly—still on his knees, still fully clothed—like he had all the time in the world and wanted to feel every second of your unraveling.

His hand moved in firm, perfect circles, pressing between your legs over the thin fabric of your shorts. You were soaked already, thighs shaking, fingers digging into the edge of the couch.

“I haven’t even gotten under yet,” he murmured, eyes on your flushed face. “That alone making you this wet?”

You nodded helplessly.

He gave a dark chuckle—like he’d known, but needed to hear it.

Then he slid his fingers under the waistband, dipping past your panties.

The first proper touch was a shock—direct, confident, nothing shy about the way he parted you with two fingers and found your clit immediately. You gasped, body jerking, and he grinned against your thigh like he’d been waiting for that sound.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “So warm.”

His fingers kept moving—teasing, exploring, pressing just right—and the tension built so fast it scared you.

“I—Chan—” you gasped. “Wait, I think I—”

“Let it happen.”

You shook your head, breath ragged. “I’ve never—no one’s ever made me—”

His eyes locked on yours, sharp with something wicked.

“You’ve never come before?”

You shook your head, lips trembling.

His whole expression shifted—like something inside him snapped loose.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “No wonder you keep looking at me like that.”

His fingers changed pace—less teasing now, more deliberate. Faster. Filthier. You cried out, hand flying to his wrist, but he didn’t stop.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered.

You tried. God, you tried.

Your legs trembled, muscles seizing, mouth falling open as everything in you tightened to a breaking point—and then—

You shattered.

Silently at first. Then with a choked moan as your first real orgasm hit you like a fucking freight train. It was overwhelming. Too much.

Chan didn’t stop right away. He slowed down, coaxing you through it with soft circles, his free hand bracing your thigh to hold you open while you writhed under his touch.

When you finally slumped forward, trembling and breathless, he kissed the inside of your knee.

You were still dazed when he stood, wiping his fingers with a tissue before reaching down and hooking both hands under your thighs.

“Wait—what—?”

“I’m not done,” he said, lifting you clean off the couch.

He lifted you so easily it felt unreal—like your body didn’t weigh anything in his arms. Your breath caught as he crossed the room with you, eyes dark, mouth set in something determined and dangerous.

The door to the recording booth clicked open. He carried you in and kicked it closed behind him with a heavy thud.

Then he turned, leaned you against the padded wall, and just… looked at you.

You were still shaking.

From the orgasm he’d pulled out of you minutes ago. From the way his hands never stopped roaming. From the look in his eyes now, like he wasn’t sure whether to worship you or break you.

“Do you have any idea how sweet you feel?” he asked, voice rough, lips brushing your ear.

You swallowed hard. “Chan…”

He pulled back to look at you, and the heat in his gaze made your knees weak.

“I’m trying to be patient,” he said. “But watching you fall apart like that…”

He dipped his head to your neck. Kissed it. Bit it, just enough to sting.

“I want to hear you beg for it.”

You blinked up at him—flushed, dazed, aching.

“I—” You bit your lip. “I want you…”

He tilted his head. “Want me how?”

Your face burned.

“I want you to—” You hesitated, thighs pressing together. “To fuck me.”

His mouth twitched into a dark smile. “Say please?”

You flushed deeper. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, Channie,” you breathed, voice trembling. “Please fuck me. I want you inside me. I want to feel it. I want to feel you.”

He exhaled through his nose, slow and sharp, and you felt the shift in him—like the last thread of restraint had finally snapped.

“Good girl.”

He set you down only to spin you around, pressing you face-first against the booth wall. You gasped at the cold surface, hands bracing yourself as he yanked your shorts and panties down your thighs in one smooth motion.

Then he dropped to his knees behind you.

You felt his breath first. Hot against your bare, soaked heat. Then his mouth.

You cried out when his tongue dragged over your folds—wet, eager, messy. He groaned low in his throat, hands gripping your ass, spreading you open wider so he could fuck you with his tongue until your legs buckled.

“Still so fucking tight,” he muttered between licks. “So perfect.”

“Chan—please—” Your voice cracked. “I need it, I need it—”

He stood behind you again, and you heard the rustle of his jeans, the soft slap of skin as he stroked himself.

You turned your head, panting. “I want it. I want you. I can take it, please—”

“You better hold on,” he said, voice dark. “Because I’m not stopping once I start.”

You nodded, desperate.

Then he lined up—and slid in.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t cruel. It was perfect.

Thick, deep, stretching you so full so fast your knees almost gave out. You choked on a gasp, both hands flying to the padded wall, trying to steady yourself as he bottomed out with a low growl.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You feel that?”

You whimpered, back arching. “Yes—fuck, yes—”

He pulled back and slammed into you again—harder this time—and your moan echoed off the walls.

“You’ve been waiting for this,” he said through gritted teeth. “Walking around all innocent. Pretending you don’t know what you do to me.”

“I wasn’t pretending,” you sobbed.

“Bullshit.”

His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he fucked into you—slow, deep thrusts that dragged along every nerve ending you had. He filled you so completely you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only feel.

“I should’ve made you beg earlier,” he groaned. “The way you sound when you’re desperate? Fucking unreal.”

You clenched around him—tight, pulsing—and he hissed, slamming into you harder.

“Say it again.”

“Please,” you cried. “Please, Chan, don’t stop—don’t ever stop—”

“That’s it,” he grunted. “Let me ruin you.”

And he did.

He fucked you deep and filthy, hips slamming into the backs of your thighs, hands everywhere—your waist, your hair, your throat. His mouth found your shoulder, biting down as you started to come again, your body seizing around him like it couldn’t stand the pleasure anymore.

“Fuck, that’s it, come for me—so fucking tight—shit—”

You screamed into the wall as you shattered around him, sobbing his name, body shaking like it couldn’t hold the heat anymore.

And he followed—hard.

He buried himself to the hilt and groaned deep in your ear as he came inside you, thick and hot, his hips jerking with every pulse.

You collapsed against the booth wall, legs trembling, breath ragged.

Chan stayed there for a moment, forehead resting against the back of your neck, both of you panting.

Then he pulled out slowly—gently—and turned you around to catch you before you fell.

His arms wrapped around you.

And for a long, quiet second, he just held you. Pressed his lips to your forehead. Let your heart slow against his.

“You’re never gonna look at this booth the same way again,” he whispered.

Your legs were jelly. Your mind was somewhere far away. Every inch of your body throbbed with the echo of what just happened.

Chan held you up effortlessly, arms wrapped around you like he didn’t trust your knees to hold. He kissed your temple, slow and warm, and whispered, “I’ve got you.”

He reached behind you, tugging his shirt off in one fluid motion, then gently helped you step out of your rumpled clothes. When he slid his shirt over your head, you leaned into his chest, still trying to catch your breath, the scent of him wrapping around you like another blanket.

“Too much?” he asked quietly.

You shook your head, cheek pressed against his skin. “No. Just… never felt like that before.”

He hummed, proud and gentle all at once. “Good. You shouldn’t have to settle for anything less than that.”

He helped you sit on the little bench in the corner of the booth, kneeling in front of you like earlier—except now he wasn’t teasing. He was checking. Fixing you.

You watched him silently as he used a soft wipe to clean you between the legs, careful and slow even though you winced from the tenderness. His brows furrowed in concentration, lips slightly parted.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

You shook your head again. “You took care of me.”

He glanced up at that. Smiled softly. “Yeah. I’ll always do that.”

You believed him.

He stood and tugged his pants up, then crouched to help you dress again too—every zipper, every button, like it was part of some sacred ritual.

After you were both dressed again, he pulled you into his lap, back against the booth wall, arms wrapped tight around you. His chin rested on your shoulder.

For a while, you just sat there. Let the silence hold you.

“Are you gonna regret this?” you asked eventually, voice barely above a whisper.

His answer came instantly. “No.”

You turned your head to look at him, heart pounding.

“I should,” he added, brushing his nose against your cheek. “But I don’t. Not even a little.”

You bit your lip. “So what now?”

He gave a crooked little smile. “Now,” he said, “we’re going to pretend nothing happened.”

You blinked.

“In front of the others,” he clarified, brushing a thumb across your lower lip. “In public. Around Jeongin. Especially around Jeongin.”

Your laugh came out small and breathy. “And in private?”

“In private,” he murmured, voice dipping low, “I’ll keep teaching you.”

You shivered.

He kissed your jaw, soft and slow. “You’ll keep begging.”

Another kiss. “And I’ll keep wrecking you.”

You moaned quietly, already aching again.

“But for now,” he said, tightening his arms around you, “you’re gonna let me hold you.”

You let your eyes flutter shut and leaned into his chest.

Outside the booth, the studio lights hummed. Somewhere in the distance, a phone buzzed. But in here—in Chan’s arms—it felt like time had stopped. Like something real had started.

Maybe it was the beginning of a mistake.

Maybe it was the best secret you’d ever keep.

But for now, it was just the two of you.

And neither of you planned to stop.

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Authors note: Hi guys! Sorry I disappeared for a few days, a lot was happening irl but i am back though! I want to expand the “unknown number” fic into an ot8 series (if you haven’t read it yet then check my masterlist under bang chan) please let me know what you think, its gonna be the same concept but random af story lines 🤭

You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve sat in this position. Time suddenly seemed elusive to you, as if a concept too hard for your frantic heart to grasp. All you knew was the ache of your limbs and the feeling that doom was just around the corner.

It was one of those days where you woke up feeling anxious. As if your brain had made up its mind about you in your sleep, deciding to hold you hostage to your anxiety. The bed was cold, your boyfriend Chan long gone to his studio, his lingering cologne the only indication he was ever there. So, you tried to distract yourself throughout the day— going on a walk, listening to music, cleaning your house, but it didn't help. Nothing seemed to help you.

So here you were, hours later, sat on your bathroom floor, trying to calm yourself down, all alone. But you could tell that it wasn't working, that you were on a losing race against your own body. Soon, you wouldn't be able to control your anxiety, soon it would turn into a full blown attack.

You wanted to call Chan, you truly did, but he was busy, and you refused to be a burden. Especially since he told you through texts that he'd be home late, so that definitely meant that he was making a new track in his studio.

So, you settled on rocking yourself back and forth, your hands slowly moving up to your shoulders, patting yourself down. This is what you used to do before knowing Chan. When you didn't have anyone around you who understood. You’d trick your bruised mind into believing you were hugged, the warmth of your own touch easing your anxiety a little.

But tonight it had the opposite effect. Tonight, you broke down in sobs, your breathing more irregular than ever. You curled into a ball on the floor, your hand moving to your chest in a futile attempt to slow down your heart. You could no longer breathe, the air in your lungs morphing into unkind fingers, choking you from within. White dots started dancing in front of your eyes, as your entire being shook like a lone leaf, left to fend for itself before the unyielding winds.

It suddenly got too much— the sobs, the pain, the ache. You couldn't bare it anymore. So with trembling hands, you unlocked your phone, calling the only person who would be able to calm you down. Chan. You put the phone on speaker, before tossing it on the ground next to you. You couldn't even muster the energy to hold it to your ear.

“Hi my love, I'm a bit busy right now can I call you later?” Chan's rushed words ring through the bathroom, your anxiety intensifying before the possible antidote. “Honey?” he asks again when he doesn’t hear your reply.

“Chan—“ you sob, the only word your weighted tongue allows you to speak of.

“I’m here, I'm here baby. I'm coming right now,” his panicked voice rings through your ears, following the frantic rush of your boiling blood. The sound of shuffling indicates that he’s getting up and leaving the studio, the confused ‘what’s going on?’ Han shouts confirms it.

The only reply you give him is your sobs, and his heart constricts, twists and turns at the sound of your cries. “Hey, hey, sweetheart. It’s okay, you’re okay. Breathe for me, okay? Take a deep breath with me, please—” his voice breaks, “please baby.”

You try, with all your will, to force a steady breath to rise from your stomach to the tip of your tongue. It escapes faintly, but Chan catches it. “You’re doing well, baby. Fuck—” he turns on his car’s engine. “Um… Minho bit my ass today.”

His words catch you off guard, the gears in your mind stopping for a split second. You remember a faint conversation under your covers, months ago, when you told him that distractions help you when you’re anxious. Force you to redirect your thinking somewhere else.

He remembered.

“Was it tasty?” you breathe out, and he chuckles, a sweet sound intermingled with a sigh of relief. “I don’t know, I need to ask him baby.”

You nod though he can’t see you, willing yourself to breathe again. In, out, in, out, Chan’s own breathing guiding you. “Should I bite him in return?” he asks. Tears pool in your eyes once again. “I’m close, so close,” he reassures.

“Okay.”

“To the biting?”

“Mm,” you manage to hum, as you hear the door of your apartment open, Chan's hurried steps echoing in your home. You knew he was looking for you but you couldn't call out to him. After painfully long seconds, stretching out as if to torture you even more, he finally opens the bathroom floor.

He finally finds you.

“It's okay, I'm here. I'm here,” he wastes no time before scooping you into his arms and hugging you. He knows that the pressure eases your anxiety so he tightens his hold without you having to say so, pulling you as close as two pages of the same book.

With you on his lap, he starts rocking back and forth, his words coming out a jumble mess. He can’t settle on what to say to you, switching between stupid jokes his friends told him, and words of reassurance he repeats like a promise.

His words break, his tongue faltering each time your sob gets louder, but he speaks. He speaks and speaks for twenty minutes, all to distract you, all to keep you grounded, and safe.

After a long while, the storm finally passes, leaving behind an excruciating exhaustion. You turn into a puddle in his hold, softening like malleable clay. He holds you as gently as a porcelain vase.

His warm palms settle atop your cheeks, his eyes gazing into yours for the first time since he got here. A sheen glaze taints them, one you know is mirrored in your own. His thumbs gently swipe away your remaining tears, grazing your face with a tenderness that makes your being ache. Your lips press a faint kiss onto his palm, his find their way to your forehead, and you feel it all, through his kiss. His fear, his relief, his love, soft and gentle, for you.

“Thank you,” you whisper, voice slightly hoarse as you kiss his forehead back.

“I’ve got you my love. Always,” he smiles at you softly, his dimples appearing like the sun after a cold day.

“Did Minho really bite you?” you giggle faintly, and he scratches his ear sheepishly. “No, but I don’t put it past him to do it.”

“Is that something you’re into?” You cock a teasing eyebrow at him, and he shakes his head, his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. “Only if it’s you,” he says as he wraps his arm around your waist, picking you up swiftly.

“I’ll consider,” you yawn, wrapping your arms around his neck, your face finding a refuge in the crook of his neck.

“Why thank you,” he smiles as he leads you to your bedroom, settling you gently atop the bed. He quickly climbs in with you, bringing you so close to him, his warmth ends up spreading through your entire being, filling up every nook and cranny of your soul.

“I think as long as you’re near, I’ll always be okay,” you say, as your eyes close slowly, you miss the tender smile that blooms in his face at your words.

“Good thing I exist to be near you, then.”

A lot of people find your relationship with your stepbrother cute. How could they not? He’s always so doting and protective like a real brother would be. In spite of being only slightly older, Heeseung takes on a very important role in your life. He constantly goes out of his way to take care of you, making sure you have anything you could possibly need.

Heeseung’s girlfriend never thought too much about the relationship between you two. It was natural that he took the naive college freshman under his wing and constantly had you by his side. Mina found it endearing, actually. The way he worried about you like a mother hen who wasn’t ready for her young chick to go into the world alone is adorable and a good sign. After dating so many inconsiderate losers, she thinks she’s finally chosen the right guy.

But somewhere along the way, Mina starts to grow tired of it. Time has gone by, and you’re no longer a naive freshman who can’t get around without her boyfriend’s help. Of course family is important, but it’s not like you’re entirely helpless. And yet, that’s exactly the way Heeseung acts. He’s always ready to drop everything when you need him. On several humiliating occasions, he’s even left her half naked on his bed just to go to you because you bought something you couldn’t figure out how to put together, or because you wanted to hang out with him.

It’s hard for Mina to admit that she’s a little jealous. Especially because it all seems so ridiculous. There’s no way her boyfriend actually wants you like that. But as time goes on, she thinks that maybe she’s not all that crazy. Especially with the affectionate way her boyfriend looks at you. Despite all this, Mina doesn’t say anything. At least, not until Heeseung starts to bring you along to what were meant to be dates.

“Babe, why do you keep bringing your stepsister? i thought we were going on a date?” It’s hard for her to not sound bitter and annoyed.

“Her roommate is going to visit her parents, and I don’t want Y/N to be alone.” His tone is kind and gentle like always, but it’s also firm and leaves no room for arguments.

What’s worse is that Mina can’t bring herself to hate or blame you. In a way, she understands why her boyfriend is always so concerned about you. You’re so nice and trusting that it would be way too easy for someone to take advantage of that. There’s also the fact that you’ve been more than willing to let them have some alone time, but Heeseung never lets you leave.

It’s all so strange and frustrating that Mina feels like she has to take matters into her own hands. So she does.

The key to Heeseung letting you go is getting you a boyfriend—or at least getting you to start dating. It’s easy enough to find a guy who’s interested in you. That’s never been a problem for you, and all it takes is her showing your picture to the cute guy in her communications class for her plan to fall into place. As luck would have it, you’re also into meeting the guy and going out with him.

Little did Mina know, setting you up with him would be a mistake that would cost her everything.

On the night you’re meant to meet up with her classmate, Mina excitedly goes to her boyfriend’s apartment. It’s been a long time since she got to be alone with Heeseung, and she was going to make the most of it.

She’s dressed in tiny tank top and a cute little skirt that Heeseung loves—it barely hides the lingerie she’s wearing underneath. Mina quietly lets herself into her boyfriend’s apartment using her spare key. Quietly, she tiptoes to his room only to find the door wide open. What she doesn’t expect is to find you sitting on his the edge of bed while Heeseung kneels in front of you.

Mina feels like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on her as his pretty hands rub your soft thighs. You look incredible, clad in a cute little dress with your makeup and hair done to perfection. It’s a mistake for Mina to keep watching, but she can’t find her voice at the moment.

“Seungie, what’s wrong?”

God, Mina hates that you call him that. Mostly because she can tell how much Heeseung likes it.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going out to meet some guy?” Heeseung sounds almost venomous, but it’s like you don’t hear it. “Who is he? How’d you meet him?”

You tilt your head, pretty lips pulled down in a confused frown. “Didn’t Mina tell you? She set me up with a guy from her class. He’s really cute!”

A chill goes down Mina’s spine. She can see Heeseung’s back tense when you tell him how your date came to be. The air feels almost murderous as he gently squeezes your thighs.

It kills Heeseung that he was almost too late in stopping you from meeting some strange guy in the pretty little dress you have on. He softly rubs your thighs, eyes simmering with anger and desire he doesn’t care to hide. Not anymore.

“Oh, angel.” Your stepbrother murmurs, hands slowly trailing up to your thighs. “You know you’re my favorite girl, right?”

An unsuspecting smile graces your lips. “Yeah. And you’re my favorite guy.”

Heeseung hums in satisfaction as his fingers ghost the edges of your dress. He watches your eyebrows furrow, but you don’t say anything. As always, you have blind trust in your stepbrother. That’s all the indication he needs to get up and push you down on his bed. Heeseung hovers over you, loving how you’re staring up at him with sparkling, wide eyes. He swoops down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

Your heart is racing in your chest as Heeseung forces his tongue into your mouth. Despite the initial shock, you quickly melt into the kiss. He swallows your moans, pulling you closer as he deepens the messy kiss. You mewl into his mouth, carding your fingers through his hair with desire you had never realized you had for him.

Meanwhile, Mina can only watch as her boyfriend kisses you with a passion that he clearly never felt for her. It feels like her heart is ripping in half as Heeseung begins to undress you. Tears well up in her eyes when he groans at the sight of the lingerie adorning your body. Mina can see how hard he is from where she’s standing, and the desire in his eyes is very different from the way he looks at her.

“Can’t believe you got all pretty for some other boy.” Heeseung spits as he starts to undress. “Were planning on letting him fuck you?”

You shake your head and go to speak, but you can’t when Heeseung roughly pulls off your lingerie then his own underwear. His cock is thick and big, possibly the biggest you’ve ever seen. It’s twitching and leaking as he looks at you with his dark eyes.

“W-We shouldn’t be doing this.” You whine as Heeseung shoves your thighs to your stomach and licks a broad stripe up your wet pussy.

Your stepbrother groans at your sweet taste, thrusting his tongue into your dripping hole. He laps up the juices leaking out of your slit, circling his tongue on your clit for good measure. The noise you let out is downright pornographic and pure music to Heeseung’s ears.

“Seungie!” You keen as you spread your legs and tangle your hands in his messy hair. “I– Fuck!”

Heeseung pulls back with a wet slurp to spread your cunt open with his big hands. “God. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, angel. Just had to taste it.”

Each one of his words is like a dagger to Mina’s heart and confidence. Wet tears trickle down her face, but she doesn’t say anything as you pull on her boyfriend’s hair. Heeseung only moans and dives back into your slick cunt. He greedily laps up everything that drips out of you, sucking and kissing your clit.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, Hee.” You repeat through a needy mewl, making no attempt to stop him. In fact, you buck your pussy into his mouth as he sucks on your sensitive bud.

“Shh, angel.” Heeseung shushes as he flicks his tongue across your swollen bud. “Just relax and let me eat you out. Been wanting to do this for so long.”

Mina swallows thickly, the hurt slowly being replaced by something else. Her eyes grow bigger when she realizes which feeling is taking over. She shifts slightly, feeling a familiar wetness begin to pool in her panties. Mina feels sick that the sight of her boyfriend cheating on her can turn her on, and she thinks that she should leave right now and never return.

But she stays.

Mina licks her lips and continues to watch. Even she can’t help but think how hot you look, whimpering and writhing as Heeseung pushes your thighs apart so he can bury his face deeper in your pussy. He flicks his tongue, slowly descending until he’s lapping at your hole, slowly fucking the wet muscle in and out. Your eyes roll back as your stepbrother eats your pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

The sounds coming from your pussy and the way Heeseung messily eats you out has Mina’s own cunt clenching with need. She can feel her underwear start to stick to her cunt as she watches her boyfriend lap up your arousal like a starved man. Mina bites her lip, feeling sick and twisted for being turned on by your pretty moans.

Heeseung suddenly pulls away, but not before he slaps your thigh playfully. He goes to lay on his back all while wearing a filthy smirk. “Sit on my face.”

You bite your lip as a hot flash of arousal pulses through your body. Both your and Mina’s cunts throb at the suggestion. Heeseung sees your hesitation, but doesn’t back down.

“C’mon, baby. Be a good little stepsister and ride my fucking face.” He growls out with dark eyes.

With your pussy dripping, you crawl over to him and kneel over his face. Mina watches with heated eyes as you slowly lower your cunt on her boyfriend’s face. The heat in her stomach grows when she hears Heeseung groan in satisfaction.

“That’s it. I want your pretty pussy suffocating me.”

With that, your stepbrother grabs your hips and pulls your cunt down onto his face with a groan. Mewling quietly, you rub your cunt all over his mouth. Every time he moans or grunts, it sends little vibrations through your pussy. The delicious feeling has you grinding down on his tongue as you chase that feeling. Heeseung eagerly fucks his wet muscle into your hot cunt, already addicted to your sweet taste.

Mina swallows thickly when he sees Heeseung thrusting into the air as he eats you out. His cock is leaking and throbbing with need. Fuck. How she’d like to go and lick all that up, to have him fuck her mouth as he fucks you with his tongue. Mina rubs her thighs to soothe the growing ache in her pussy as she watches you ride Heeseung’s face.

Your eyes roll back when your stepbrother slaps your ass. A loud squeal spills from your lips as Heeseung keeps fucking his tongue up into your cunt. He grabs your ass and kneads it roughly. With one last groan and flick of his tongue, he sits up and takes you with him. The effortless display of strength turns both women on, one containing her moan while the other cries out as she’s pressed back into the mattress.

“Such a sweet little cunt.” Heeseung moans as he buries his face back into your dripping cunt. “Shit, Y/N. You’re fucking soaked down here.”

“Heeseung!” You cry out as he pries your thighs further apart. Your stepbrother shakes his head to grind his tongue against your sensitive cunt.

“Fuck, you have the hottest little pussy.” Heeseung lifts his head with a groan, lips shiny with your arousal. “Missed eating some good pussy. It’s been so long.”

Mina feels pathetic that her cunt throbs at his degrading words. She bites her lip, hands trailing up her thigh and to her soaked underwear. It’s so filthy and humiliating, but the ache in her pussy is getting to be too much. She slowly rubs circles on her covered cunt as she keeps watching her boyfriend cheat on her.

“Fuck, Seungie.” You mewl desperately. “S-Shouldn’t like having your face buried in my cunt.”

Heeseung smirks into your wetness. He gently circles his tongue on your clit, kissing it tenderly before he gently starts to nip at it with his teeth. Mina shoves her panties aside when you moan out in pleasure. Now she’s furiously rubbing at her bare pussy, wanting to see you cum on her boyfriend’s face.

“But you do, baby. You like me fucking you with my tongue, and I fucking love eating this sweet little pussy.”

Your hips buck up at the words, grinding your cunt against his mouth as you moan for him. Juices drip out of you lewdly, leaking down to your ass and onto Heeseung’s sheets. Your head is swimming with pleasure, and you have to remember that this is all so very wrong.

“You like that?” Heeseung teases you, loving how you’ve turned into putty in his hands. “Answer me, Y/N. Do you like your stepbrother telling you how much he loves tasting your juicy cunt?”

Your back arches when Heeseung sucks your puffy bud into his mouth. “God—yes! Feels so fucking good, Hee! Love having your mouth on my pussy.”

Heeseung growls, the vibrations making your cunt throb as he sucks and licks your swollen clit. Eager to have you cum on his tongue, he slips two fingers into your fluttering hole. Mina follows in suit, unable to take her eyes off the erotic sight of you getting ate out and fingered. Fuck. This was better than any porn she had ever watched. Her hand is dripping with her own arousal, and she can’t even feel disgusted anymore that she’s so turned on by the entire situation.

“Mmmh, shit, Hee.” You whine as the tips of his fingers brush against the gummy spot inside you. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Do it, baby. Cream all over my tongue.” He purrs in delight. “Be a good girl and cum for me.”

Heeseung flattens his tongue on your clit while his fingers grind into the spongy spot in your cunt. Your back arches off the bed, orgasm whiting out your thoughts as you cum around his long fingers.

Mina has to cover her mouth as Heeseung moans along with you. By now she’s shoved her fingers into her sopping pussy, the squelching sound is drowned out from the sounds coming from your own pussy. The filthy sight is driving her wild, and she’s so delirious with arousal that she wishes Heeseung would just fuck you already.

“You’re amazing, angel.” Your stepbrother praises with his fingers still buried knuckle deep in your pussy as he softly strokes your velvety walls. “So soft and wet. It makes me want to shove my dick into your tight little hole.”

Heeseung slowly pulls his fingers out of you, and you can only watched with a lidded gaze as he moves his body between your thighs. His cock is twitching and leaking as he grabs the base. He smacks his cock down on your slippery pussy, dragging his drooling tip up and down your slit slowly. Mina has to press her hand into her mouth harder to stifle her filthy moans. The sight of her boyfriend pressing his drooling cockhead into your soaking pussy is so hot she might just cum all over her fingers.

“S-Seungie—fuck. We shouldn’t.” You whimper as he leans forward and braces his arms by your head.

You and Mina both know you don’t really mean your words. It’s clear that you want your stepbrother to split you open on his big cock. That becomes obvious when you don’t try to stop him as he shoves his cock into your pussy until he bottoms out completely, balls pressing against your ass. Shuddering with pleasure, you scratch your nails up his arms as you sink into the bed.

“Pretty pussy was meant to take my cock.” Heeseung growls, already drunk on the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his dick. “Fuck. I know it’s wrong, baby, but I just couldn’t help myself. Your hot little cunt was just begging for my dick. Doesn’t it feel all nice and full having your pussy stuffed with your stepbrother’s big cock?"

Mina starts fucking herself harder when you nod desperately. Your hands go to tangle in his hair as you grind your hips up to meet his thrusts. “Yes! Fuck! Love my stepbrother’s cock stretching me open! Feels so fucking good, Hee!”

Mina knows better than anyone how good you must feel. Although, she imagines you feel must better than she ever did because from the way Heeseung’s fucking you, she can tell he’s doing it with much more enthusiasm and passion. Even his moans are more guttural and full of more pleasure than she’d ever heard. They’re deep as he pulls out until just his tip is spearing you open. Then, he pushes forward, thrusting his cock deep into your fluttering walls.

“That’s it. Tell me how good it feels.” Heeseung leans down, lips brushing against yours. “Don’t be shy, angel. Let me know how much you like this cock fucking you.”

You gasp wantonly and pull him down further to press your lips together. He groans and licks into your mouth easily, tongue slipping past your lips as his cock thrusts deep into your hot, wet cunt. Your hips buck up to meet his, loving how his dick rams into your sweet spot over and over until your sight is painted with pretty little stars.

“Fucking love it, Hee.” You moan between sloppy kisses. “God—I love your cock!”

The coil in Mina’s stomach is close to snapping. By now, her juices are dripping down to her wrist. Luckily, the lewd squelching and sound of skin slapping together drown out any noise she’s making. Heeseung is fucking you so hard and good that she can smell the musky scent of sex from where she’s standing. The erotic aroma turns her on even more, pussy clamping down on her fingers in desperate need of release.

“Tight little pussy feels so good.” Heeseung moans out between the quick pecks he’s giving you. “God, I love you, Y/N. So fucking much.”

Your heart races as Mina’s breaks all over again. It hurts, but somehow that just turns her on even more. She keeps fingering herself as tears pool in her eyes.

With a low moan, your pussy clamps down on Heeseung’s dick tightly as you go to eagerly kiss him. A soft I love you, too goes unnoticed by Mina, but not by your stepbrother. He groans into your mouth, cock throbbing inside you.

“Mmmh.” Heeseung hums against your lips before he trails wet kisses down your neck. “I love my gorgeous girl. That’s why this feels so good. Even your tight little pussy knows how much I love you.”

His gorgeous girl? Mina thinks deliriously, orgasm dangerously close. It’s something he never referred to her as.

You cry out loudly when Heeseung bites your neck and sucks the skin into his mouth. His hips rock against yours, balls smacking against your ass as his pelvis grinds down on your swollen clit.

“Seungie!” You whine in ecstasy. “I’m getting close.”

Your stepbrother doesn’t let up. In fact, his thrusts seem to get faster and rougher. His cock pistons in and out of your cunt, creating sloppy wet sounds as you get even wetter. His eyes are dark as he pulls back to look at you, all pretty squirming and trembling on his cock.

“Cum for me, baby. Cover my cock with your sweet cream so I can fill you up.” Heeseung pants. “Cum on my cock, angel.”

His teeth sink into your neck again, and it pushes you over the edge. Your hot cunt throbs as you squeeze down on his cock. Somehow your pussy only gets tighter and tighter as you get fucked through your orgasm. You tighten your legs around his waist until he can barely pull out, rutting his cock in short shallow thrusts as your climax starts to taper off.

“So fucking tight.” Heeseung hisses by your ear. “Shit, baby. Get ready. I’m about to creampie your cute little pussy. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

With a strangled grunt, he buries his cock to the hilt and shoots his load deep inside your fluttering walls while your pussy softly milks him for every drop of his hot cum. Mina reaches her own climax when she sees her boyfriend cumming inside you. She has to stifle her moans as she trembles and shakes outside the room that’s filled with the smell and sounds of hot sex.

“You’re taking it so well, angel.” Heeseung kisses your jaw tenderly as his fat tip spurts rope after rope of his thick cum into your clenching heat. “Milking my cock like I knew you would.”

He grinds his hips down, cock pulsing as he finishes stuffing you full of his hot, sticky load. Your stepbrother fucks his cum inside a bit more before reluctantly pulling out. Heeseung’s cock throbs as he watches his seed drip from your messy pussy.

He licks his lips, heated gaze never leaving your body. “Let’s do it again.”

You don’t try to protest as your manhandles into a different position. Mina is still coming down from her high when she realizes her boyfriend is still hard and about to fuck you again. She knows she shouldn’t feel excited or aroused by the fact, but she does. Especially when your face is shoved into one of Heeseung’s pillows just before his big cock rails back into your needy pussy.

Heeseung starts fucking you so hard his headboard slams into the wall repeatedly. The harsh sound pairs well with the plop plop plop sound coming from your cunt.

“God, Y/N. You’re so fucking good for me.” Heeseung groans when you clench down on him.

You moan loudly, bouncing yourself back on his cock. “Fu-Fuck, Seungie. This is wrong. We s-shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I know.” Your stepbrother smacks your ass, not sounding the least bit remorseful. “It’s so dirty baby, but I couldn’t help myself. Had to get my dick wet using your pretty little pussy.”

“Mmmh!” You whine out mindlessly, face turned to the side with your ass raised in the air for Heeseung to fuck deeper into your wet hole. “Feels so fucking good!”

“Yeah, it does.” Heeseung’s laugh sounds almost mean as he speeds up his thrusts to fuck his cock harder into your sopping cunt. “Your cute little pussy is the best I’ve ever had.”

His words shouldn’t please you as much as they do, but those lewd words turn you on so much that you can’t stop your cunt from tightening around him as he keeps spearing into you like an animal in heat. They also shouldn’t turn on Heeseung’s girlfriend but that’s exactly what they do. She isn’t angry, only extremely aroused as your ass bounces back on your stepbrother’s pelvis.

“Fuck!” Heeseung groans, fucking his cock right into your g-spot. “You’re so fucking hot, angel.”

You are. So hot that Mina finds herself wishing she could eat Heeseung’s cum out of your pretty cunt. She just knows you taste good, and mixed with her boyfriend she’s sure you must taste even better.

“Seungie, please!” You cry out, dizzy with arousal.

“Shit.” He growls, slipping a hand underneath your hips to rub fast circles on your clit. “Gonna make you cream on my cock again.”

“Heeseung!” You squeal as he picks up his pace, ramming into your squelching pussy as he rubs soft circles into your swollen clit.

Your stepbrother shoves his cock deep into your cunt and grinds, making you squirm and whine as his dick rubs against the spongy spot in your pussy. Your hands twist in the sheets. He flicks and pinches your puffy clit. God, do you look good, and so does Heeseung. Mina is groping one of her tits while the other hand goes to play with her pussy again. Briefly, she thinks she wouldn’t mind having a video of you two fucking so she can watch it over and over again.

“Hee, I’m gonna cum.” You moan against the pillow.

“Do it, baby.” He encourages you, free hand coming down to slap your ass hard. “Cum all over my cock. Want to feel your hot cunt squeeze me.”

It’s not long before your orgasm hits. You’re screaming into your pillow as your cream coats Heeseung’s big cock. Your pussy clamps rhythmically around his dick. Mina can’t see you, but with the way your toes are curling she can tell your eyes are rolling to the back of your head in pure ecstasy.

“Oh, baby. You feel so fucking good.” Heeseung praises you. His hands move to slap your ass again, making you squeal and tighten again. “Fucking work your little pussy on my cock. Fuck. Need to fill you up again.”

“Want you to stuff me full.” You whine back at him, pussy fluttering at the thought of Heeseung’s cum filling your cunt again.

“Yeah?” Your stepbrother laughs, sounding way too delighted. “Want me to creampie your hot little cunt again?”

“Please!” You whine as Heeseung’s fingers slide over your hip to start working soft circles into your clit again. You writhe back on him, feeling yourself get even wetter at the filthy thought of him shooting his hot load inside you.

“Cum inside me, Hee.” You pant, mewling when his fingers rub your clit even faster. “Want it so bad. Want to feel it.”

“Oh, fuck.” Heeseung groans, hips snapping hard against your ass when he feels how tight you’ve gotten. “You ready, baby? Fucking take it. Take your stepbrother’s cum in your needy little cunt.”

You moan loudly when you feel his hot cum filling your pussy, stuffing you so full it drips out around his cock. Heeseung ruts his spent cock into your sloppy pussy as he pinches your clit, watching as your back arches as a fourth orgasm sweeps through you. You lazily fuck your cunt back into him, loving the feeling of his cum dripping out of you and coating your thighs.

Heeseung pulls out of your warm cunt with a low groan. He’s quick to pull you against his chest and lays you down with him. His face is buried in your hair, eyes closed in bliss as you both try to catch your breaths. You feel his smile in your hair as he cuddles you and murmurs sweet praises against your temple.

Through your drooping eyes, you catch sight of Mina. Her eyes widen when you two make eye contact. You can’t hide your smirk when you see that she was masturbating to the sight of Heeseung fucking you raw. Instead of saying anything, you give her a seductive wink. Mina clenches around her fingers because the wink is full of understanding and promises.

despite running into you in the dorms multiple times none of the six had ever muttered anything more than a mere ‘hi’ or ‘sorry’ while passing. 

they always saw you around the dorms at least two times a week. though never once did they recall seeing you enter or leave. their eldest never brought you up, feeding into the idea you were some imaginary person.

heeseung was good at everything, including sneaking you in and out.

all of them being scared to say anything to you. acting like your identity was classified when they could just ask heeseung or you who you were.

but of course, riki loved to make anything and everything into a competition. 

after betting with his hyungs’ on who could figure out your name first, he spotted you in the house, residing in heeseung’s lap while he did some work on his computer. face buried in his neck while he typed away. 

riki camped out in the bathroom, with the door open, pretending to be cleaning the mirror. scrubbing the same corner repeatedly for almost ten minutes, waiting for you to use the bathroom. surely you would need to get up soon.

when he concluded that he couldn’t clean the mirror forever, he picked up his toothbrush and brushed his teeth. 

after brushing his teeth for a solid three minutes his plan was finally set into action. 

“hi riki,” you knocked on the open door. “how long do you need to brush your teeth for?”

“howdoyouknowmyname-” he spit out the toothpaste in shock. 

“riki, i’m here all the time,” you replied. “and you’re also a famous idol.”

“oh yeah..” he wiped his face with a towel from the counter. “why don’t i know your name though.”

“you’ve never asked,” you shrugged your shoulders at the younger boy covered in toothpaste. “do you mind if i wash my face, i think you’ve brushed your teeth thoroughly enough.”

“yeah of course,” riki set his toothbrush back in its holder and moved towards the door.

“you missed a spot by the way,” pointing to your chin to show where the toothpaste was left on him, lightly shutting the door.

riki’s plan had failed. 

the next to try and talk to you was jake.

he was confident that he could get your name out if you. maybe he’d even be good enough to figure out if you were heeseung’s girlfriend or not.

it was the day after riki had run into you in the bathroom. since it was their break before the long comeback season jake knew that you would probably be sleeping over. giving him the perfect opportunity to ask heeseung and you if you both wanted to eat ramen with him.

once the time on his phone read 11:15 he knocked on heeseung’s door.

“come in,”

“hi,” jake opened the door. “i was wondering if you wanted ramen, her too..”

this was perfect. surely heeseung would call you by name when he asked if you were hungry. everyone would owe him dinner for the week.

you and heeseung were on his bed. you cuddled up into his side while you both watched tiktoks on his phone. 

“baby are you hungry?” heeseung leaned down next to your ear. 

baby was not your name. jake frowned.

“no i’m okay hee,” you mumbled. “you can go eat though.”

he kissed your forehead before getting up from his bed to follow jake to the kitchen. 

jake’s plan had also failed, but the fact heeseung had called you a pet name gave him some idea that you weren't just a friend.

the uprise of interactions with the members confused you. they went from running away from you and avoiding looking at you every time you were within six feet of them to constantly seeking you and heeseung out. though it relieved you in a way since you were convinced that heeseung had strictly told them to act as if you didn't exist in the months you had spent together.

you and heeseung were in fact not an item, even though you both wished you were. you've known him since his nerdy bowl cut days in middle school, you weren't close before but after running into you years later that changed.

you knew that he had become an idol, it was hard not to notice when you saw his face on ads. never listening to his group but being able to recognize him if you were asked.

one day when you were on shift, at your then job as a barista at a small place. you had recognized him as you took his order. you didn't want to sound like an obsessed fan if he didn't remember you, so you simply bit your tongue the entire time. he had decided to tip you for bringing him his drink, which made you even more on edge when he left a stray napkin on his table with his number.

after that incident it was clear he recognized you from school, which was more worrying than relieving as he started to show up to your work even more.

eventually, his visiting you at work was not ideal anymore as he stuck out like a sore thumb with how tall he was paired with the black mask and sunglasses he never dared to take off.

alas, he had asked you to hangout somewhere else. now you no longer worked at that cafe and spent all of your free time off from classes being snuck into a kpop boy-group dorm to hang out with a boy who acted like your boyfriend but wasn't. awesome!

after your first encounters with riki and jake everyone followed after.

jay came in to ask if you had any allergies because he was making some lunch, again heeseung addressed you as anything but your real name.

two days later sunoo had sat down next to you on the living room couch and offered you a face mask. you nodded and you guys spent an hour together as heeseung and jay were gone filming for a variety show. right as sunoo was finally confident you guys were casual enough to ask you for your name heeseung walked in.

you jumped up from the couch making your way over and throwing yourself at him. holding onto him like a koala when he picked you up. he greeted sunoo, and brought you all the way to his room. shutting the door behind him.

you didn’t even get the chance to thank sunoo for hanging out with you.

within the same hour jungwon had barged into heeseung’s room, the door banging against the wall. 

“jungwon what the hell!” heeseung scolded, though keeping his voice at a whisper. “don’t you know to knock?”

“this is me exercising my leader privileges,” jungwon crossed his arms and fixed his posture.

“you could have woken her up..” heeseung stroked your hair, as you laid passed out on his chest.

“woken who up?” jungwon said mischievously, heeseung had to say your name now. 

“don’t act dumb, you can literally see her sleeping.” heeseung deadpanned. 

you started to shuffle in your sleep, beginning to wake up. 

“hee?” you grumbled. 

“it’s nothing, baby,” he answered. “just go back to sleep.”

heeseung sent jungwon a glare, shooing him out of the room. so much privacy for having only single room.

right when you thought it was over, it was finally sunghoon’s turn to figure you out. he contemplated creating a list of names that you kind of looked like and just shouting them throughout the house until you answered to one.

but after hearing jungwon explain how heeseung looked like he was about to chase him out of the dorm onto the street after he woke you up, sunghoon decided against his original idea.

he was sat on his bed for almost an hour thinking about what he could do. 

he concluded he should just be straightforward and ask you already. why hadn’t anyone else just asked you?

he let out a horrendous evil laugh that sunoo had given him a weird look for as sunghoon thought about how his plan was foolproof. he was about to be picking dinner every night for everyone.

sunghoon created a list in his head from what he gathered from all the other boys' failed attempts :

knock LIGHTLY on the door

make sure he is not interrupting anything

ask you NOT heeseung

get that free dinner

he waited for everyone to get to their rooms after dinner to make his way to the eldest’s room. you surely couldn’t have possibly fallen asleep yet as the sun had only just set. using his right hand, he softly knocked on the door. heeseung opened the door enough to show you sitting at his desk. 

“hoon?” heeseung questioned.

“i have a question.” sunghoon said firmly, keeping his chin up high, making himself look cocky in the process.

“shoot,” heeseung replied dryly, yawning at the end of his sentence.

“not for you,” sunghoon recalled the list floating around in his head, he pointed at you. “for her.”

overhearing their exchange, you took your attention away from the game you were playing on heeseung’s computer and spun the chair towards sunghoon. heeseung had no choice but to move aside and let the boy in as you had already taken note of his presence. 

“what’s your name? oh, and are you heeseung’s girlfriend?” he smiled, fist-bumping himself in his head as he finally did what the others couldn’t.

“i’m ____,” you grinned, finally happy someone had asked you directly like you and heeseung were hoping for. “i don’t know about the girlfriend part though.”

“____ i swear i was just about to talk to you about that soon-”

“i’m kidding hee!” you giggled. “i don’t understand why it took you guys so long, i’m always here.”

“i don’t know either,” heeseung agreed.  

“yeah right. you strictly told us not to look at her the first time jake caught her inside the dorm,” jay said as he walked into the room. 

one by one the rest of the group filtered into the room. sunghoon gives a whole speech about how he is truly the smartest and the first thing he wants for dinner is steak. which was nothing different from the usual but he was happy that he got to decide. the whole group talked for a few hours in heeseung’s bedroom.

once heeseung saw you yawn he quickly got up and ushered all the guys to get out as you were tired. while he was busy forcing riki to leave you collapsed on his bed and waited for him to join you.

“so girlfriend huh?” you teased as he climbed into the empty spot next to you. 

he scratched the back of his head with a nervous laugh before turning off the lamp on his bedside table. when the lights were off and you could barely make out each other's faces in the dark he spoke up.

“can i be your boyfriend?” he asked, his voice dripping with gentleness. he snuck an arm under your head and pulled you towards his chest.

“i mean i guess so,” you joked, causing heeseung to tickle your sides. 

you squirmed in his grip trying to bite him until he finally gave it a rest. 

you tilted your head up towards his trying to find his lips to give him a short kiss. ultimately missing due to the darkness and kissing his chin instead. the both of you giggled. heeseung then used his free hand to trace around your face to find your lips, bringing his head down to finally connect your lips to his.