Try

Try

↳ Pairing: Seungmin x reader

❧ Genre: rivals to lovers / romance / smut

❧ Words: +4k

❧ Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f)

❧Summary : Years ago, he used to be your enemy.

No. Enemy was too strong to describe what Kim Seungmin was to you. Your rival was a better term. He was everything you weren’t; friendly, funny and effortlessly brilliant. You loathed him for that. And yet, when you meet him again years later, you just can’t deny that there’s something else between you too.

❧ A/N : Honestly, this one comes out of nowhere. I just needed to write so here it comes ♥ Reblogs and comments are always appreciated ♥

***

‘Trust your guts’.

It was your motto in life. A simple rule. And you abided by this rule half of your short lived life. But not tonight and you regretted it. Deeply.

The annual gathering with people from your college was an event your closest friends adored just so they could show some idiots that they had succeeded in life. You? You avoided it. An event you hated with all your heart. You always found excuses not to go. Your life depended on it.

Okay. Not really. Not your life at least. But definitely your ego.

You hated half of the people who attended the event. Back in college, they were so quick to judge, to talk behind your back and yet they expected you to be nice to them. To them, you were just a cold, nerdy girl with no friends. Someone they could easily mock. They hated your attitude. They hated your looks. But they also hated how easily you beat them every single time.

They were wrong.

Yes, you were a little nerdy back then, but you weren’t a cold person, just shy. And you had friends. Not many, but you didn’t need many to feel good. To be happy. Those you had, stuck by your side and they also happened to be the reason you had finally agreed to come to the gathering. You just couldn’t say no to Hyunjin and Yeji, not when those two formed an alliance against you. You had no chance against them.

You sighed to yourself. Would it be rude to grab your purse and leave? One nasty look from Hyunjin, as if he could read your mind, and you gulped nervously. Apparently it was. You slumped further into your chair and tried to keep up with the conversation. Same boring conversation. ‘Where do you currently work?’ ‘Are you soon getting married?’ ‘I’ve bought a house!’ Why did it have to be a competition? Couldn't they just enjoy a nice gathering and the meal?

“Hyunjin, I heard you’re flying to Paris for the fashion week.” Seoah were almost drooling as she spoke to Hyunjin. You cringed. She couldn’t make it even more obvious that she wasn’t just admiring him. No, she had something else on mind. Too bad, Hyunjin was a taken man even if she didn’t know that.

He smiled into his drink. “Yes, tomorrow.” He put his glass back on the table and glanced smugly at a silently fuming Juwon who always hated Hyunjin’s popularity. “I was actually supposed to leave today, but I couldn’t miss our annual gathering! It’s good to see you guys.”

What a liar. You had to bite your lips not to laugh at his words.

Juwon cleared his throat and averted his attention on you. Hell no. “You look different.” For once, it didn’t sound like an insult but you were still weary of him. No nice words coming out of his mouth could make you forget what kind of asshole he was. And you had a hard time to believe that he had actually changed.

“Do I?” You did look different from the past. You used not to care about your looks. Who cared how you looked as long as you had good grades? You certainly didn’t. Neither did your friends. But it changed. Ever since you started working at your art gallery, you understood the importance of how others perceived you. You learnt to do your makeup right. You took care of your long hair. And you changed your whole wardrobe. You got classier. And maybe tonight you put an extra effort to look good. Not that you needed to impress anyone, but you did it anyway.

“It suits you!” Another woman commented, genuinely excited. You couldn’t remember her name but you thanked her with a smile.

Yeji eyed you from the other side of the big table, thumbs up, her eyes telling you silently ‘told you so’. You ignored her. Just because you could.

“I wonder with what kind of man you ended.” Juwon was too curious for his own good.

“Oh come on.” Seoah laughed as if the idea of you dating was ridiculous. “I bet she’s still single.”

How typical of her to assume. Not that she was wrong, but her comment still pissed you. Did she think you were still the same woman as back in college? Just because right at this moment, you were indeed single, didn’t mean you refused dating. You did and got tired of it. Every relationship you had, always started nice, romantic even, but always ended the same way: you breaking up with the guy. They were nice men who truly cared for you but there was just something missing.

However, before you could share a piece of your mind with Seoah, you were interrupted.

“Sorry guys, I’m late!”

That voice.

That stupidly, annoying voice. Your whole body reacted; you shuddered, unable to breath, unable to think properly.

Kim Seungmin.

Here came a man you wished you could avoid for the rest of your life. You knew, your hatred for him was irrational. Compare to others, he had never done anything to you. Seungmin never mocked you, never made any bad comments. But he was your rival. No matter how hard you worked, no matter how many hours you spent in the library, studying, he still beat you every single time. It drove you crazy. But what made everything tenths time worse was the fact that Seungmin quickly caught on your little game and it amused him. You hated him for that too.

“You’re right on time!” Juwon pushed a chair for him. “We’ve been discussing Y/N’s love life!” His gaze slid to you and smirked. “Or lack of it.” Yep. Still an asshole, you were right.

Seungmin quirked a brow at Juwon’s words. You felt his eyes on you. On your face, on your neck, on your arms. Your skin burned under his gaze but you refused to acknowledge his presence for the sake of your sanity.

Maybe a tiny part of you expected Seungmin to comment Juwon’s words, maybe even laugh at it. But he did none of that. Instead you felt him only closer to you which made your unease grow with every passing seconds.

“Do you mind if we switch places?” Seungmin asked the girl beside you, taking the two of you completely off guard.

You opened your mouth, a protest on the tip of your tongue but the girl beside you was faster. She hurried to leave her spot. Seungmin flashed her a pretty smile and sat right next to you. Despite you wanting to avoid him, now that he sat so close to you, your arm brushing his, there was no escape. Now that you were staring right into his pretty, annoying, eyes, you knew: you were fucked.

“As for what you said Juwon. Lack of love life?” Seungmin repeated his words. He moved a little closer to you and before you could push him away, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, bringing you against him. “How come you didn’t tell them about us, babe?”

Loud gasps followed by whispers.

What.

What the actual fuck?!

If from outside you looked perfectly composed, at least to those who didn’t know you well enough, inside you were completely freaking out. His words made no sense. His body, his warmth that should have repelled you, felt actually nice.

Kim Seungmin was trying to help you. You heard him. You understood what he was saying but you didn’t understand why. You weren’t friends, not even close and you hadn’t seen each other for so long. I’ll deal with you later.

Something was wrong with you too because instead of pushing him away, you leant into him and accepted his help. “Because they wouldn’t have believed me. Should I remind you that we used to hate each other?” You reminded him and playfully poked his side.

Seungmin leaned closer, his lips so close to yours – you gulped but didn’t avert your eyes from his face. How annoyingly pretty he looked with his eyes shining brightly with mischief. Fine, he was helping you but he was clearly having fun too.

“Wrong.” He said and kissed the corner of your lips.

Gasps again.

Your heart skipped a beat. The corner of your lips tingled and you found yourself wishing his lips had stayed longer. What the actual fuck, Y/N. This whole night was a terrible idea and you kept making bad decisions. Getting drunk and hoping to forget everything seemed like a good idea right now.

“I never hated you.” He added and pulled back to face the others as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb at them. And at you. “What’s up?”

And just like that they started talking again. But you heard none of that. All you could hear was the sound of your roaring heart. All you could feel was the lingering feeling of his lips. All you could think about was Seungmin and this thing going on between the two of you tonight. ‘I never hated you.’ Fine. Maybe he never did but you weren’t on best terms either. You wanted to take him outside and talk to him. Was it his attempt at messing with you? Or was he really just being genuinely nice?

You noticed Hyunjin and Yeji staring at you, questions in their eyes. You didn’t blame them. They had to know none of it was real, they were your best friends. You wouldn’t have hidden something as big as dating Kim Seungmin from them.

“And you Yeji?” Seungmin’s voice brought you back from your reverie. “I heard your new song, it’s really nice.” You wanted to concentrate on what he was saying since he was talking about your friend. You couldn’t. Not when he put his hand on your thigh. Not when he made it look so natural. Not when, despite it happening under the table, it attracted attention on the two of you again.

It should feel wrong. In fact, you should be appalled by his boldness. You didn’t. It felt awfully nice. And right. Instead of pushing him away, you simply watch him talking. You didn’t want to admire his face but it was hard not to. Even if you weren’t fond of him, you weren’t blind. Kim Seungmin was handsome. Pretty eyes, pretty nose and even prettier mouth. Without realizing it, you licked your lips, wondering how it would feel against yours. Or at any other part of your body.

Oh my god. Did they put something in my drink? There’s no way I’m thinking about him. But you were.

Seungmin squeezed your thigh, the palm of his hand feeling suddenly too hot against your skin. He forgot all about his friends and leant closer. “If you keep staring at me like that we might have a problem.” He warned you.

Your breath caught in your throat and you couldn’t ignore how your face flushed. “When did you get so bold?” You whispered in return.

Seungmin smiled in response. A smile so beautiful, so bright, you wanted to keep it for yourself.

“Growing up does that to a person.” He whispered, his lips brushed your ear. “And also, you look really pretty tonight.”

You couldn’t stop the blush from spreading all over your face even if you tried.

Kim Seungmin was a menace. But a very beautiful and annoying one.

“Okay, that’s enough.” One of the guy groaned. “Get a room. Some of us are sadly single and you two are just disgusting.”

Seungmin laughed heartily and unfortunately for you pulled away from you. A tiny part of you was relieved for the space, but another part of you almost whined at the loss of his warmth. Yeah, there was something wrong with you.

****

Somehow you managed to survive through the whole meal without a fight, without people trying to mess with you. In fact, you even managed to laugh a few times and it wasn’t just because of your friends’ jokes. And maybe it had everything to do with Seungmin.

“Should I drive you home?” Hyunjin whispered to your ear, making sure that nobody heard you.

It was the plan. You came with them and you were supposed to leave with them. You glanced at Seungmin and you couldn’t believe yourself: you were hesitating. You could leave with your friends but then you wouldn’t be able to talk to him and have a chance to thank him for his help.

Seungmin was faster to react. “I’ll take her home. Right babe?” He grabbed your jacket from your chair and waited for you.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes at his words, tempted to pull you back against him. You patted his back. “I should go with Seungmin.”

Hyunjin cocked a brow, surprised with your answer. You gave him a small smile and promised to text him and Yeji later.

Seungmin waited for you. Your body moved on its own accord. When you were close enough, Seungmin helped you to put your jacket on. You were thankful he couldn’t see your flushed face.

“There. All good.” He told you. “Are you ready?”

You were not.

***

You didn’t want the drive to your place to be awkward but it was. You didn’t know how to start the conversation with him. You knew nothing about this Kim Seungmin or how to deal with him.

“Thank you for tonight.” You said awkwardly without looking at him.

From the corner of your eyes you saw him glance at you. You expected him to make a comment, to make it easier for you but he didn’t. He returned his attention to the road. Damn him.

You sighed and slumped further into your seat. “I still don’t understand why you helped me.” This time, you looked at him.

Seungmin shrugged. “They were being dicks for no good reason.”

True, they were but it wasn’t anything new. Seungmin never stood up for you before so why now? “You didn’t need to pretend though.” He could have said anything but no, he chose to play your fake boyfriend instead.

Seungmin parked the car by the entrance of your building and then fully faced you. His eyes sparked with delight and something else. “I admit; it wasn’t my plan. But then, I had one look at you and couldn’t help myself.”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “So you were messing with me.”

“Maybe a little.”

So damn infuriating. You hurried to unbuckle your seatbelt and opened the door.

“I wasn’t joking you know.” Seungmin stopped you with his words, realizing that if he wanted for you to talk to him, he needed to be genuine. “I never hated you.” He sighed and ruffled his hair in frustration. “I loved how competitive you were. When I realized how clever you were, it pushed me to work harder, to make sure I stayed on the top. And maybe to annoy you a little too. I remember how you used to scrunch your nose whether you saw I got a better grade than you. So adorable.” He smiled at the memory.

Seungmin left you speechless. Why was he making it sound like he was actually fond of you? And why the hell did his words melted you on the spot? You needed to hurry up; grab your purse and leave this car before you did something unthinkable. But as you stepped outside of his car, your body froze, refusing to leave. I’m losing my mind, that’s it.

“Give me your phone.” You turned back and outstretched your hand. It was a bad idea. Terrible idea. But then again, it was just another one to add to the list of bad ideas. Who cared?

Seungmin didn’t hesitate. Not even for a second as if he had been waiting for this moment for ages. You refused to delve on the matter as you quickly saved your number in his phone. “Call me when you want.”

‘And maybe soon.’ But you didn’t say it.

***

You barely made it inside your flat – your phone rang with an unknown number. You stared at your phone, your heart skipping a beat. You didn’t want to think it could be Seungmin. But were you hoping? Maybe.

“Hi.” You instantly recognized his gentle voice.

You couldn’t help it. You chuckled at his eagerness. “You know, usually people wait few days to call back.”

“Open your door.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Too taken aback, you did as he asked without thinking. And here he was. “Did you follow me?!”

Seungmin smiled sheepishly and put his phone back in his pocket. “Sorry. I-“

Was he nervous? “What are you doing, Seungmin?”

Seungmin took a deep breath and took a step inside your flat. The right thing to do would be to tell him to leave. It was too soon and you weren’t in the right mind. You did none of that.

“I’m desperate.” He admitted.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he got closer to you. You knew that if you let him get too close to you, something could happen. And you didn’t completely dislike the idea. Seungmin halted right before you. His eyes blazed with so much intensity, you gulped nervously.

Gently, Seungmin took your hand and pulled it toward him to press against his chest. You jolted, surprised to feel his heartbeat. Wild. Strong. And his hand so warm. “I was a coward in college and missed my chance. I can’t do it a second time, Y/N. I can’t let you slip between my fingers again.”

Your eyes darted back and forth between your hand against his chest and his eyes. “Are you confessing, Seungmin?”

“What if I am?” He dared you, his grip on your hand tightened. Maybe a little part of him was actually scared of rejection. But he held strong.

You could pull away from him and forget his words.

You could, but you didn’t.

His words stirred something inside you. It made you curious. What if instead of looking for a guy that was nice, you went for the guy who loved to compete with you? A guy who, without you even realizing it, pushed you to be the best version of yourself? You had nothing to lose. So you did something completely out of your character. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body against his, feeling all of him against you. His body strong and firm against you.

“I’d say you need to show me just how much you like me.”

Seungmin growled at your words and instead of answering you, he claimed your mouth. So eager. So desperate. There was nothing sweet about this kiss and you didn’t mind. Seungmin poured years of frustration and need into the kiss. Poured all his feelings, his longing and you gladly took it all.

You moved through the room without breaking the kiss until your thighs met the edge of your table. You didn’t think twice as you sat on top of it, spreading your legs for him to settle against you. You felt it then, how hard he was, how much he wanted you. You would be lying if you said you weren’t wet and excited for what he could do to you.

Seungmin broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours. “Are you sure?”

You thought it was sweet that he still tried to control himself. That he still wanted to make sure you were comfortable with him touching you. If only he knew how bad you needed him right now. “Hundred per cent sure.” You confirmed and pecked his nose.

“Well then,” Seungmin’s lips moved from your cheek to the corner of your mouth, to your jaw. “I think I want a dessert.” He kissed your shoulder and gently slid the straps of your dress exposing your aching breasts. “So beautiful.” He licked his way from one breast to another – he took one of your breasts in his mouth, playing with you, teasing you.

You moaned softly, your hand nestled in his hair, you pushed his head against your chest. You were right, his mouth felt perfect against your skin and you thought it would be so easy to get addicted. “Touch me.” You begged, the throbbing between your legs getting too much.

“I’m touching you.” He teased, knowing damn well where you needed him the most.

“Seungmin.” You groaned and tug at his hair.

He groaned and bit playfully on your nipple. “Be nice.” With that he hiked your dress higher. He grabbed your panties and tore them off you.

You gasped loudly. “Did you just tear my panties?!”

He chuckled. “Sorry.” He was definitely not sorry judging by his smirk. You took note to make him pay later for it.

Seungmin spread your legs wider and licked his lips at your exposed pussy glistening with your wetness. “Look at that. Already so wet and I barely touched you.” He teased your sweet pussy by dragging a finger from your clit to your entrance, loving how you shivered at this simple touch.

“Seungmin, please.” You begged shamelessly and pushed your hips, needing to feel more.

“Do you want that?” He pushed his fingers deep inside you. So easily. In and out. Slower at first and then faster, watching as you threw your head back, your lips parted. Your soft moans filled the room and it was the sweetest melody to his ears.

Slowly, Seungmin dropped to his knees. Your dizzy mind barely registered what he was doing – he gently scraped his teeth over your clit. He knew exactly what he was doing. The moment he wrapped his lips around your clit, you lost it.  A loud moan escaped your lips. He feasted on you eagerly; his mouth, his fingers, he was slowly driving you crazy and you could only beg for more.

“Oh my god, Seungmin.” You mewled and ground against his face.

He was good. Too good. His mouth was divine. He worked his magic so well, you could feel your orgasm so close you could taste it.

“I’m so close. Please.”

Seungmin hummed against your pussy. “Come then.”

And you did. Your whole body trembled as your orgasm washed over you. But he didn’t stop. Seungmin kept sucking on your clit, enjoying how you writhed and tried to pull him away from you, too sensitive from your orgasm.

Seungmin straightened up and slowly pulled out his fingers from your pussy. He watched you, smiling lazily as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them.

“Shit.” You clenched around nothing at the sight. He shouldn’t be allowed to look so sinful.

You grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him into another bruising kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. “I need you inside me right now.”

“So bossy.” He chuckled, “What if I want to play more with you?”

You considered it for a moment. You wouldn’t mind him playing with you. But right now, you wanted him buried deep inside you. You wanted him to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t remember why in the hell you considered him as your enemy for so long. Wanted him to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t remember your name.

You reached between your bodies and started working on his belt and then his zipper. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities to play with me later.”

Seungmin arched a brow, amused with your confession. “Will I?”

“Hell yeah.” You grabbed his cock. He was hard and angry and dripping pre-cum. You salivated at the sight. Kim Seungmin was perfect and you were dying to find out how hard he could ruin you. “Please, wreck me?” You asked as nicely as you could manage.

Seungmin shook his head, laughing fondly. “How can I say no to you?”

Seungmin drove into you. One deep thrust that made you grab his arms, holding for your dear life.

“Fuck.” You moaned and tried to compose yourself. He felt perfect, stretching you, filling you just like you needed.

Seungmin dragged his cock slowly at first, letting you time to adjust and maybe also trying to compose himself. Despite all his talk about playing, he couldn’t deny how badly he wanted to lose control and drive you mad. “You were made for me, Y/N.” He grunted, his control slipping little by little. “Fuck.”

“Don’t hold back, please.” Who cared if he ruined you? Who cared if you couldn’t walk tomorrow? You didn’t.

And he didn’t. Seungmin slammed back into you. His thrusts hard. Deep. Reaching all the right spots. Making you cry out his name. Making you whimper. “You are so fucking perfect.” He hissed as you clenched around him.

“Please, please, please.” You didn’t know what you begged for anymore. Was for him to go harder? To go deeper? To slow down? You couldn’t tell. Your mind was overwhelmed. Your body was burning.

Seungmin kept a brutal rhythm, his thrusts vicious, his grip on your body strong, fingers digging into your skin. It would leave marks and you could only wish for more. Let the world see that someone made you feel so good. Let the world see that you belonged to him.

His hand reached between your bodies and rubbed your clit. There was no escape. You came in a loud cry, wildly, explosively, your body shaking. Seungmin fucked you through your orgasm, his thrusts getting sloppier, his grunts louder, seeking his own release.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and claimed his mouth, swallowing his groan as he came deep inside you, trembling against you.

Seungmin rested his head in the crook of your head, panting. For a moment, you didn’t talk and savored just the moment and the press of your sweaty bodies. It felt nice. It felt good. Perfect.

With your orgasm came clarity. “Why haven’t we done it sooner?” You laughed.

Seungmin bit on your collarbone in response. “Because we had other priorities in college.”

That you did. “What a shame.” You sighed dramatically. “Guess we have some serious catch up to do, don’t you think?”

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Pairing: demon!chan x fem!reader x demon!hyunjin Genre: SMUT NOTHING BUT IT aside from the tiny bit of plot Word count: 6.2k Warnings: Insomnia, lucid dreaming, demon!skz, sleep paralysis, possessive chan, jealous channie, jealous hyunjinnie, sin of pride Chan, sin of lust hyunjin, mentions of angel felix, aphrodisiacs kinda, overstimulation, dacryphilia, p in v, oral fem receiving, fingering, unprotected sex USE PROTECTION. Minho is very "scary", Changbin and Jeongin mentioned at the end >.> hyunjin is kind of a dick, i think that's all??

A/N: >.> I kinda went a little crazy... I hope y'all like it

Virtues forgotten dance in the mind. They linger on sleepless nights, bathing the purest rooms in red light as if it were iron to rust. Of humility and purity, in the lord we trust.

You stared around your room, putting down your phone and looking at your bedside clock. 2:47 AM it read. You weren't getting sleep tonight. Again.

You sighed and rolled over, pulling the blankets up over your head, shut the world out and sleep. Sleep did claim you after about ten minutes but it was a restless slumber, one that wouldn't do much to help you in the morning. It was a miracle you hadn't been laid off from work yet, always sleeping, always late, your work always looking like you didn't try.

You opened your eyes and looked around, you were no longer in your room, but a dark hallway, you walked down it staring at the walls. Who in their right mind put wood flooring for walls? Bright light was on your left and you shielded your eyes. What kind of moron puts lights in the w-

You stumbled cutting off your train of thought. You'd bumped your toe on something, your winced and rubbed your toe, looking back for what you hit.. a doorknob.

You stood, looking down. The person who built this place wasn't crazy, you were walking on walls like a spider almost.

You started walking again and then you heard a crackling surge of electricity before the light beside you burst. You shrieked in fear and jumped looking back as all the lights behind you shattered.

And then you saw it.

You saw them.

A pair of bright green eyes stared at you in the darkness.

You held your breath and stayed still. Maybe it couldn't see you.

Whatever had those eyes lunged for you. Quickly slimming the distance between you and it. You took off running the other way, as it grew closer and closer, light after light shattering before you could make out what it was.

You stepped on a door that was ajar and fell into the room, screaming as it dove in after you, the lights exploding, plunging you into darkness the only light its green eyes locked on you, growing closer and closer.

Hands wrapped around your throat as it finally closed the distance between you and you clawed at it in defense of yourself. Your nails throbbed in pain as they snagged on something and you tried to cry out.

As your vision blurred you saw a burst of light and the thing fell off you, you scrambled away and stepped out an open window in the darkness. Waking up with a scream.

You looked at your clock. it read 4:01 AM.

"You look rough." Your friend, Jaehwa said in the breakroom at work that day. "How many cups of coffee have you had?"

You racked your brain for a moment. "7-"

"That's enough." Soojin, your other friend took the cup from you. "Y/n. How long are you going to keep living like this?"

"Like what?" You look at your friends.

Jaehwa sighed. "Like you're being haunted by something."

You made a face.

"Maybe you should take a break," Soojin suggested. "Go out for drinks? Catch a movie? Stay home and sleep?"

You nodded. "I'll ask for time off next week I guess."

"You really need it." Jaehwa said, shaking his head.

"I'm going off next week so you might not be able to." A woman said behind you, stirring her coffee, "Someone's gotta write the story."

You returned to your desk, practically green with envy, and got back to work on your current article for the paper. But your fingers flying swiftly across your keyboard came to a halt. Your thought fogged. You felt like something was staring at you.

You felt vulnerable... Your breath picked up the pace and your eyes darted around for a moment. Then you saw it in the corner of your vision... A man with short, dark hair and piercing green eyes looking at you.

You almost shrieked.

Almost.

Instead, you sighed and threw paper over the divider between your cubicle and your other friend, Jake's.

"What was that for?!" he grumbled.

"Nothing." You shrugged feeling a bit safer now that there was someone else looking at you.

"You know.." The woman to your right leaned over and whispered very loudly. "If you're so scared.."

She could tell...?

"Write an article about the paranormal.." She nodded, fixing her big framed glasses and moving back to her cubicle.

You didn't say anything for a long moment. "Yeah maybe."

You got immersed in reading some interview record about a singer's affair and possible divorce when a paper ball smacked the back of your head, and you were pulled from the website you were reading on.

"Working yourself tired isn't any more healthy than overdosing on caffeine." Soojin grabbed you. "We're going for drinks, come with us."

"Like that's any more healthy." You rolled your eyes but let her drag you out.

In Jaehwa's car, another coworker, Joohyeong was singing loudly to the radio with Soojin.

"AH!" Jaehwa finally snapped and turned off the radio.

"Hey!" Joohyeong huffed.

"Turn it back on." Soojin reached to the front to turn it on and Jaehwa smacked hr and Joohyeong's hands away, only semi-paying attention to the road.

"Jae-" You started, as he came to an intersection.

"Lemme listen to the damn radio!" Joohyeong snapped.

"I will not listen to your horrendous voice." Jaehwa said.

The light at the intersection turned red.

"You're no fun!" Soojin grumbled as she reached from the back over the console for the radio.

The blare of a horn and the glaring light to your left made you scream. "Jaehwa!"

He whipped his head around and just as you thought you were dead the other car screeched to a halt, bumping the car.

You stared in shock for a moment...

"It's a miracle." Soojin breathed as the other driver reversed.

Jaehwa sighed. "Food?"

You opened your mouth to speak.

"Enjoy life now, worry about insurance later." He continued again and you relaxed into your seat.

You got to a small pizza place and looked around as Jaehwa ordered then sat to call his insurance company about the small dent in his car door. You closed your eyes for a brief moment trying to catch up on your thoughts, the blank darkness didn't last long. You saw a hallway a man sat in a chair, surrounded by red yarn. Like a spiderweb.

You stared at him for a moment and he tilted his head before pointing behind you. You turned and gasped as a man with light brown hair and furious red eyes raised a power drill and stared at you.

You took off running to the man in the string chamber down the hall but the man behind you was faster pouncing on you as you screamed. You hissed in pain as you landed awkwardly on your wrist. He turned you over and aimed to drive the revving power drill through your eye.

"Minho.." A sleepy voice said.

The man on top of you looked over his shoulder and you shoved him and sprinted. You crashed through the string and someone grabbed you and slammed you against the wall with such force it broke and you fell into darkness.

You opened your eyes with a gasp and grabbed your wrist, there was a dull aching there, Jaehwa, Joohyeong, and Soojin stared at you. You got up before any of them could speak and ran out of the restaurant, sprinting down the street and bumping into a very shady-looking man.

"Woah there." He grabbed your shoulders. "Calm down."

You tried to pull away. "I'm sorry-"

"I'm serious calm down, what's wrong?" He squeezed you a bit tighter and you tensed.

"Please let go of me." You tried to pull away.

"Where are you headed? Maybe I can take you there?"

"Please just let go." You pulled free and shoved him, backing up.

His eyes narrowed. "This is what I get for trying to help a senseless bitch." He grabbed for you and you put your arms up in defense of yourself. He gripped your face roughly almost choking you. "Stop being such a crybaby."

"Don't touch me!" You thrashed and tried to get away but he dragged you.

"You think you're so special, eh?!" He raised a hand to hit you.

You braced yourself for a blow... that.. never came. You opened your eyes and saw a man with dark hair and piercing eyes. A glint of violet in them making your heart race. The dark-haired man held your assailant's wrist.

"What?" Your attack fired at the man. "This your whore?" He shook your shoulder roughly.

"Release her." The man said.

"If I don't? You'll hit me, pretty boy?!"

The man tilted his head slightly. "You're quite cocky... Good for me."

Your eyes widened as his grip on the other man's wrist visibly tightened until you heard cracking. Your assailant screamed and crumbled to his knees.

"You litt-" he started.

"You don't fear death... do you?" The dark-haired man leaned down.

Your attacker's eyes widened and then he screamed in terror.

You stumbled back, looking between your attacker and the man.

The man finally released the writhing criminal and looked up, eyes meeting yours.

You held your breath for a brief second before you took off running.

By the time you got to bed, you were exhausted. Every muscle in your body ached and your head pounded. The moment you were situated your eyes drifted shut quickly. You opened them to a long dark hallway, the few lights that illuminated it were red. Your eyes widened slightly as you realized you weren't walking on the walls.

As you walked you noticed how quiet the place was, you could hear your own feet padding softly on the wood floor. You peeked into a room, seeing nothing but pitch black, then a blaring white light came on, a chandelier of circular lights and with strange images on the walls, you walked in and looked around the room for a moment before the lights in the hallway burst. You froze, staring at the door like a deer in headlights. And there he stood. The man who'd saved you earlier, albeit a bit different.

His hair was straighter a soft gingery color, and he wore all white. You could've said it wasn't him but there was the unmistakable glint of violet in his eye.

He tilted his head, staring at you. "You shouldn't be here."

You held your breath for a moment.

"You did a lot of screaming earlier. It's a little too quiet now don't you think?" He stepped into the room, his muscles flexed as he dragged the chains in after him, and the door slammed shut. "Well, aren't you going to thank your savior?"

"Savior..." You stared up at him. "What even are you, where am I-"

He reached out and hesitated. "Seungmin and Minho said the angel lingers around you.." he leaned in close, breath against your ear. "Where is he?"

"I don't know who you're talking about." You backed up, tensing as you felt a wall behind you.

"Godforsaken cun-" He looked back at you, stopping himself. "You haven't seen him yet?"

"I don't even know who you're talking about." You started rambling. "I swear I've never seen any angel or anything. I don't even know how I'm here or why. I-" You shrieked as his hand slammed against the wall beside your head.

"Answer the question you're asked." he said, eyes narrowing.

"No... I haven't seen him." You swallowed.

"Good." He grabbed your face gently, thumb rubbing over something.

You made a face.

"That man left a bruise.." he muttered.

"Oh- I-"

He rubbed the mark gently and smiled. "All gone."

You pulled away and cupped the side of your face, rubbing your jaw slightly. "Thank you..."

He raised a brow, smiling gently at you.

"For saving me." You shrank slightly under his gaze. Fear. You should feel fear. You should cower at whatever this man was but no, as he leaned closer your heart raced not out of utter terror. But something else..

His lips met yours gently. You stiffened for a brief moment before relaxing as his hand moved to cup your face, before his fingers entangled in your hair and he forced your body impossibly closer, tongue prodding for entry to your mouth and you granted him it. His full being shrouding your mind in dark clouds as he fogged your senses. His lips broke away from yours and kissed your jaw gently before you felt something sharp rake across your neck.

Your eyes widened but he sank his fangs in. You gasped. Was he a blood sucker? A vampire? EW!

He pulled away slowly and you grabbed your neck the area throbbed.

"What did you-" You started.

"Before anything else." His voice was in your head and you stared in fear. "You are mine."

You woke with a gasp and grabbed your neck. The area throbbing. You turned on your lamp and looked at yourself in the mirror, eyes going wide at the sight of a cross seated on a bruise on your neck.

You tried hiding the mark on your neck the following day with makeup. After you were positive it was hidden you went to work, only to be greeted by a "Y/N GOT A TATTOO!?"

You cringed. "Yeah..." What the fuck... I covered it. I know I covered it.

"She must've gone to the liquor store without us." Joohyeong sighed. "Got drunk and made a mistake."

"Yeah." You lied through your teeth as you sat.

"You know..." The woman in the cubicle beside you said, "It's not a bad look..."

You looked at her. "Thanks." You smiled tightly and turned to your work.

After an hour of diligent work, you went to the break room. You got hot water in a mug, about to make yourself a cup of instant coffee when you remembered what Soojin said and you made grabs for the tea instead.

As you opened the cabinet, a bit roughly, you reached in for the tea bag and the cabinet door swung back to your hand you were about to pull back to try and rescue your hand from the impending blow but the door stopped.

You stared at it for a moment, poking it. The door swung back gently. Your brows furrowed and you got the tea and turned to the mug, you opened the tea bag and set it into the water. When you moved to grab the cup, your hand bumped the counter and you retracted it in pain just as the scalding hot tea splashed onto the counter.

You blinked slowly then the memory hit you like a freight train. "Seungmin and Minho said the angel lingers around you.."

"Talk about a guardian angel." You hummed and cleaned up, grabbing the now much cooler mug and going to your desk.

Hyunjin made a face. Here I am protecting you and you compare me to that angel bastard...

You went home and stared at the mirror. The mark on your neck was very noticeable even if you covered it in makeup it seemed to resurface on your skin. You got in bed and stared at the ceiling. What if you ended up there again... Your eyes drifted shut after a while and for the first time in a long time, you dreamed a good dream. You were lying in a flower field, butterflies fluttering around under the sun as birds sang.

You turned and smiled at a blonde haired man next to you, his innocent smile filling you with such warmth as his lips moved. But you couldn't hear him. You looked back at the sky and reached your hand up.

The man beside you grabbed you gently, brows furrowing as he stared at you... at your neck and his eyes flicked up and met yours. He reached and pressed his hand to it pulling away with a pained expression.

Then you fell through the ground and everything became loud. You fell through the darkness grabbing for something, anything. Why weren't you waking up, usually you woke up, what was wrong?! You did grab something, you stared at the man. The one who'd marked you.

"You-" You started but he pulled you up with such force you stumbled as you landed, falling into his chest.

"Didn't I tell you you're mine?" He looked down at you.

You pulled back and pointed a finger at him. "I don't even know you! I don't know what you did to me but undo it!"

He blinked and raised a brow. "Did the angel give you the mouth to speak to me like that?"

"What angel!?" You shouted.

He grabbed you and pulled a flower from your hair. "You saw him."

You opened your mouth then closed it. "Who? Who are you? What is this!?"

He sighed and sat at a big desk, staring at you from his leather chair. "Come here."

You stayed where you were.

"I said 'Come here.'" He said lowly.

You walked to him. "What the fuck-" You hadn't wanted to move.

He hummed softly and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. "I wouldn't get too angry, you might wake Minho." He rubbed your thigh and gave it a soft squeeze.

"That doesn't tell me who you are." You stared at him.

"My name is Chan. I am as kind as you will ever get here." He said, moving a finger and opening a book on the desk "You're a very proud woman. Easily scared but proud."

You stared at him. "What are you?"

"Now you're asking the right questions." He smiled at you, squeezing your side gently. "I am the oldest of 8 brothers, Chan, sin of pride. At your service."

You blinked slowly. "I'm dreaming."

"Are you?" A soft voice said in your ear.

You jumped and Chan held you tighter.

"Hyunjin." he turned to the long haired man. "Don't scare her."

Hyunjin stared at you. "I'll do more than that." He smirked and turned to Chan's shelf. "She looks cute scared."

"Excuse me?!" You huffed loudly.

"Chan you see she's bound to get killed." Hyunjin hummed. "Let me have her."

Chan had a blank expression. "Who's going to kill her?"

"Minho is going to find her with how often she's showing us her rage. Just imagine how he'd tear her to pieces or feed her to the dogs."

"Hyunjin!" Chan shouted.

You stiffened slightly in fear, a man stood at the door. The man who had the power drill, whose eyes were an enraged red color.

"Minho." Chan said, looking at him.

You held your breath for a moment. The moment didn't last long as a trident spiraled straight at Hyunjin who shrieked as you covered your eyes, telling yourself it was a dream.

It's all a dream.

You woke up with a start, eyes flicking around in fear.

Sleep didn't come to you much after that. It wasn't that you ever fell asleep, you were too scared. At a company dinner later that week you met Juwon, he was very nice and seemed to understand your sleep problems.

"I know it's really unconventional, but have you tried running around your house? It's very tiring."

You giggled. "No, I haven't, I'll think about it though."

Juwon invited you out for drinks and he was a bit cute, but somewhere between getting shit-faced and falling asleep, you ended up in his bed. Of course, you got knocked out right after but the feeling of being well rested despite the soreness between your legs the next morning put a pep in your step the next day. Friday. Finally...

"That wasn't very nice of you." A voice whispered into your ear as you sipped your coffee in the break room.

You jumped, turning to see none other than Hyunjin, poking at the coffee machine. "How are you-"

"Shh." he smiled, "They might think you're crazy."

You pursed your lips as he leaned in close.

"I didn't think Chan's little human was such a slut." He said lowly.

Your brows furrowed. "You aren't real-"

Hyunjin rested his hands on either side of the counter, caging you in. "I'm very real, pretty." He said, pink eyes seeming to glow.

"How-"

Hyunjin kissed you. Your eyes widened and he pulled away. "It's not fair that he claimed you first... You summoned me." Hyunjin muttered.

You stared at him. What did he mean you summoned him?

Hyunjin grabbed your waist and lifted you onto the counter. "What I'd do.. If I had you..." Hyunjin muttered. Your eyes met and he smiled gently, "I'd worship you.." His hand moved between your legs.

There was something about his eyes that wouldn't let you look away. Something about his beautiful rose-colored eyes. It had you in an anaconda's grip. Your hand flew to cover your mouth as you moaned, Hyunjin was rubbing gently at your clit. When had he gotten your pants off... How had you let him...

"I want to hear you, y/n.." he muttered, lifting his finger to examine it before slipping it back into you.

You moaned and almost hit your head on the cabinet, Hyunjin grabbed you and pulled you to him. You held onto his shoulders tightly, whimpering and gasping as his finger moved in and out of you quickly before he added a second and a third.

He pulled back and kissed you hard, tongue dancing with yours as his taste filled your mouth. He curled his fingers against your g-spot and you moaned into his mouth.

You felt the knot in your gut tightening, dangerously close to breaking. You moaned louder, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

"Cum for me.." he breathed against your lips.

You came, hard, it was an earth shattering orgasm the made your head go blank for a moment. He pulled away with a satisfied smirk and you whimpered, legs weak, trying to hold yourself up against the counter. You looked up and Hyunjin was gone.

But as you collected yourself and left the break room a voice in your head told you, "You've already sold your soul."

You fell asleep the moment you hit your bed that night, this was exhausting, trying to stay up purely out of the fear that you might not see Chan or Hyunjin but one of the other monsters haunting your dreams was becoming unbearable. You looked at your phone, 10:46 PM. You set it down and tried to sleep, expecting to barely get any, as usual. Then you felt it. The room felt warmer somehow.

You opened your eyes to a room bathed in a soft yellow glow, you looked around for a moment. A small fireplace on one wall and a desk to the left. You turned around and saw a plush bed, you walked over to it, fingertips gently grazing the soft sheets.

"You had fun today.." Chan muttered in your ear.

You jumped in fear. "Don't do that!"

"Says the person in my room without my permission." he huffed. You noticed then, his chest was partially exposed, more than half the buttons undone.

"You act like I chose to appear here." You rolled your eyes.

"The same way you chose to sleep with that human," he said, expression blank.

You didn't speak for a moment. "I was drunk.." You wondered why he hadn't mentioned anything about what Hyunjin had done.

"You're worse than Changbin.." He muttered under his breath.

"How prideful are you really if it bothers you? You must feel threatened." You shot before you could stop yourself.

Chan turned slowly, staring at you. "Repeat that?"

You didn't.

Chan walked towards you, gaze fixated on yours as you stumbled, the backs of your knees hitting the bed lightly. You fell back onto the plush bedding and Chan stared at you, pupils dilating as he took you in.

"He made you feel good?" He raised a brow.

You blinked. "I-"

"Answer." He leaned down.

"Yes.." You breathed.

Chan bit his lip and sighed deeply. "What did I tell you..."

"I belong to you." Your heart was racing, curse this demon with his beautiful face.

"Are you proud of yourself?" He traced a line down your pajama clad body and stopped at your hip.

You didn't know how to answer that.

He tilted his head, "Cat got your tongue?"

You swallowed.

"Move up." He said.

You did as you were told and scurried up the bed, staring at Chan as he climbed onto the bed, it dipped with his weight as he grew closer to you. "Chan-" You started but he pounced on you, pinning you beneath his weight.

"Did I say you could talk?"

Your stomach flipped. "No.."

He groaned and kissed you, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth tasting you. You whimpered into the kiss and grabbed the wrist of the hand he had on your face. His tongue clashed with you and you relaxed, yielding to him.

He pulled away, eyes wide for a moment as if mesmerized before he moved down and dragged your pants and panties off your legs. "He touched you here?"

You stiffened as his finger brushed over your clit, he stared at your womanhood, eyes unmoving. You thought he had no reaction, nothing to say at all to you until your gaze drifted to his crotch and you saw the impressive tent in his pants. A dull ache thrummed between your thighs and you looked up, squeaking slightly at the sight of a smirk on his face.

"You like what you see?" He teased.

"You-"

His finger found your clit again and you moaned. "Who do you belong to?"

"You.." You whined.

"Good girl." He dragged his middle finger over your folds collecting your slick. He stared at it for a brief moment before slipping his finger into you.

You gasped, bucking up slightly.

He let out a breath before his thumb joined the slow drag of his finger.

"Chan!" You whined, trying to move your hips for a faster pace.

"No, no." He tutted, holding you down by the hip and plunging his finger into you only a bit faster.

You squirmed, shuffling your hips a bit to take more of his finger into you. "Please!"

"Please what?" Chan tilted his head, that smirk on his face getting to your head.

"Fuck me.." You relented softly.

"What was that?" Chan hummed, finger still dipping into you with languid thrusts.

"F-fuck me!" You said louder this time, eyes pleading.

"Oh... Poor girl..." Chan reached his other hand to caress your face, it was a gentle action as if that same hand hadn't left bruises on your hip from how tightly he held you.

"Please.." You begged.

Chan let his head fall back before rolling it back to look at you. "How could I refuse you.." He rasped before drawing out his finger and shoving in a second.

You wailed and bucked, he smirked as his thumb found its way to your nub, moving over it in quick swipes and figure 8 motions over and over as his fingers fucked into you faster.

Your cries bounced off the walls and you feared for a brief moment, you'd be heard. Thighs shaking, pussy walls fluttering, you could feel the coil tightening in your abdomen. Your moans and pleas grow in pitch at your impending orgasm.

And then he pulled away.

"WHY!?" You sobbed.

"Don't worry about the others," Chan muttered, staring at the slick on his fingers. "They'll get their turn." He licked his fingers, tasting you and moaning softly before pressing them to your lips.

Your cheeks went redder if that was possible.

"Open." He ordered.

You did and he pressed his fingers to your tongue. "Suck."

You got wetter as you followed his command, your disrupted orgasm building again when he wasn't even touching you.

He smiled and shrugged off his shirt before lifting your legs. You gasped as he dragged you partially onto his lap, your heat level with his plump lips. "Did that human bastard touch you like this?" He breathed against your cunt.

Your walls fluttered helplessly around nothing. "No-"

Chan raised a brow.

"N-No.." You stammered.

"Has anyone?" He questioned, gaze darkening.

"No." You panted.

"Good.." His tongue slipped out giving your pussy a tentative lick before releasing a shaky breath into your heat.

Your cunt throbbed and you whimpered. Chan licked a big stripe of your pussy, tongue pressing flat against your opening and thinning to flick at your clit. You moaned and squirmed but he held your hips tightly tongue pushing between your folds as his finger rubbed at your clit. You felt the knot in your belly tightening again, you moaned louder, begging him not to stop and as if on cue. He stopped.

"Please!" You sobbed.

He pulled back after a moment staring at your womanhood slick with your essence and his saliva before gathering saliva in his mouth and spitting on your hole.

You tensed slightly at the impact, he rubbed three fingers against your pussy before sinking them into you and curling them to find your g-spot.

Your body jerked and he smiled, whispering. "Found you."

You gasped as he pulled away letting your body fall back flat against the bed, he spread his fingers every now and then stretching you.

"You like that?" He asked as he leaned over you, fingering you roughly.

You gasped and moaned, "Please please!"

"You wanna cum?" He asked, fingers losing rhythm, every few moments slowing.

"Ye, I want to cum Chan please!" You sobbed.

"Ohh. My poor baby." Chan cooed as your pussy clenched tightly around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and slapped your pussy, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to send a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

"Please Chan." You sniffed, tears filling your eyes.

"Fuck..." Chan pushed his fingers into you, his thumb working at your clit. "Don't cry baby." He said, resisting the shit eating grin that wanted to come to his face.

You mewled as his pace became furious and uneven, and as the pressure built in your abdomen again you begged, "Channie please, please let me cum."

Chan's eyes met yours and he leaned down, "I'm going to make you cum... This is my pussy eh?"

"Yes, yours!" You moaned.

"Doesn't matter who's in it, you'll come back to me, because you belong to me!"

You nodded, brain fogging and pussy clenching.

"Say it." He grabbed your face. "Say it!"

"Yours I'm yours!" You screamed as the band in your belly finally broke and you came hard, eyes rolling back as you let out a broken sob, Chan kept fingering you, stretching your orgasm thin. "Too much, Chan oh god!"

"Too much yet your pussy is still taking my fingers so greedily." He taunted, fingers slowing to a deep drag between your walls.

You trembled, panting and trying to collect your mind.

"That human can't make you cum like that can he?" Chan asked, pulling his fingers out of you.

You shook your head, dazed.

"Glad you know, I might just ruin you for anyone else." Chan pulled off his pants and boxers, exposing his thick length.

Your eyes widened slightly. "I-" Of course, you'd stare, no wonder he'd spent so much time prepping you, he was big. Big enough to make your pussy clench on nothing while your stomach flipped. No wonder he was the sin of pride... he has something to be proud about alright.

Chan smirked and got between your legs, taking hold of his manhood and slapping it against your sensitive clit, huffing a small laugh at the whimper you let out. "Cute.." He breathed, rubbing his length against you. Then he lined himself up and sank into you, brows furrowing.

You gripped his muscular arms, nails digging into his perfect skin as he split you open, going in deeper and deeper, slowly. The stretch was a lot, you panted and bit your lip, Chan's eyes were fixated on the way your pussy gave way to his length, his tip met your cervix and you gasped. He held himself there for a moment, letting out a breathy moan before pulling out slowly, letting out a low almost growling moan. He lammed back into you, knocking the air from your lungs.

His body pinned yours to the bed, rutting into you over and over as your moans filled the room, the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts. His lips hovered over yours, breath mingling as your eyes met, your walls clenched at the intimacy of it. Chan smirked and kissed you, tongue roaming your mouth and tasting every part of you. A grunt or groan responding to your moans and whimpers.

He pulled back and grabbed your shirt, lifting it over your breasts, to watch the way they bounced with every thrust. Your hands reached down wandering helplessly, aimlessly as you tried to get your bearings. Chan clouded your senses, completely fogging your mind, all you could think about was how his dick stretched you, the way he bruised your cervix, fucking into you mercilessly.

"Feels good baby?" He asked, grabbing your arms and pulling you into his thrusts.

You couldn't make a sentence, brain was completely turned to mush by the man- demon above you.

"Look at you..." He grunted. "All dumb on my cock."

You couldn't keep your eyes open, it was too much, you felt the pressure building again and you clenched your fists in Chan's grip.

"Fuck-" Chan grunted and you opened your eyes looking down, you moaned as he pushed in completely, gaze glued to the way your tummy bulged slightly with every thrust. His free hand roamed over your tummy before pushing down gently.

You moaned loudly and your walls clamped down in an orgasm that knocked your brain off the rails. Your fluids coating his lower abdomen and cock. You let out a choked sob as Chan kept pounding into you.

"It's too much!" You moaned.

"Take it." He growled.

Your eyes widened as he pinned your hands above your head, not letting you recover from your orgasm as his cock hit you deep. "CHAN!"

"I'm going to put a baby in you," he drawled, almost drunk. "You want me to fuck my seed into you?"

You moaned and couldn't figure out how to respond.

"I'm going to fill you with my seed, make you a mommy." He grunted.

Your pussy clenched hard, and Chan came hard inside you, pelvis meeting yours as he released rope after rope of his seed into you, letting out a stifled whimper. His climax pushed you over the edge and you spasmed, tears clouding your vision.

Chan pulled out, releasing your wrists, and stared at you laying there, pussy clenching around nothing. He adored the sight of you ruined, by him... he wanted to do it again but he restrained himself. yet as your legs trembled he stared with wide eyes at your pussy leaking his seed.

You gasped as he flipped you onto your belly and lifted your ass, pushing your shoulders down, making you arch your back. He gave your butt a sharp slap then gripped the flesh. He took his cock in his hand and collected his cum on the tip. "Don't waste my seed.." he said lowly before shoving his cock into you, hips smacking against your ass.

You moaned into the pillow, gripping the sheets as he pushed his seed deep into you. Chan groaned at the way your backside jiggled from the impact of his pelvis, eyes watching intently as your pussy swallowed his cock. He leaned forward grabbing the headboard and grunting as he fucked into you harder. You came quickly, sobbing and babbling into the pillow from overstimulation. Chan kept rutting into you, you could feel every pulse and throb of his cock before he came inside you again. Groaning as your cunt squeezed the life out of him. He fell onto your teeth latching onto your shoulder to muffle the strangled whine that escaped his throat. You lay there panting and trembling as he pulled out.

You felt the bed dip as Chan moved, getting up to go somewhere. You hadn't been expecting much from a demon. The demon of pride no less, he didn't time for a human like y-

You felt the bed dip as Chan returned, cleaning you with a damp cloth. Your heart fluttered.

He left again for a moment before coming back and hugging you to his chest. "You're mine." He muttered against your hair.

You were quiet for a long moment before you whispered, "... before anything else."

When you woke up, your heart stopped. It was still dark out. But you couldn't move a muscle. And then you saw it in the corner of your vision... a pair of bright golden eyes staring at you. Closer to your door, the shadow of a shorter muscular looking man.

"Jeongin," a gravelly voice said, "I can't believe Chan kept this all for himself."

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**Alright lovelies, I fed my Skz babes pretty well the last couple posts so here’s the Ateez smut series, as promised 🤭🫶🏻 Heavily inspired by Alice in Wonderland but also a mafia smut fic? 🫣 Please leave a comment if you would like to be added to the tag list for when the chapters begin coming out! After the prologue is posted, the chapters will be on a scheduled posting so there will be no weird waiting time 🫰🏻💕**

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This is purely a work of fiction and is not meant to represent any Ateez or Stray Kids member in reality.

Ateez OT8 x fae!fem reader

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Genre/theme/au: mafia!au, hybrid!au, dystopian underground crime, fantasy/supernatural, poly!ateez, smut (18+ MDNI)

Warnings: sooo much smut (actual smut tags will be on each chapter), typical gang violence, blood, injury, fighting, gambling, semi-major and side character death

Synopsis:

In the dystopian city of Underland, corruption and crime go hand-in-hand with magic. A city unofficially ruled by a gang leader called the Red King, follow our intrepid reader as she escapes from the red court with the help of a fluffy white eared savior, who leads her ‘down the rabbit hole’ into the darkest part of the city to meet its shady inhabitants. A revolution is stirring in the belly of the city, can you feel it, Alice?

Chapters:

0. Prologue

1. The White Rabbit

2. Meeting the Hatter

3. Tweedle Who?

4. I Didn’t Know Cats Could Smile

5. A Very Merry Unbirthday

6. Consulting Absolem

7. Hearts of the King

8. The Fall of “Wonderland”

Member: Assigned Character:

Magic creature type: Code Name:

Reader - (fae) - Alice

Seonghwa - white rabbit (hybrid) - McTwisp

Hongjoong-mad hatter/white king(fae)Hatter

Yunho - tweedle dee (half-giant) - The ⬇️

Mingi - tweedle dum (half-giant) - Tweedles

Yeosang - the chesire cat (hybrid) - Chess

San - dormouse/Mallymkun (hybrid)- Mally

Wooyoung- the march hare (hybrid) - March

Jongho - the caterpillar (fae) - Absolem

The Red Court (Werewolves)

Chan - the Red King

Hearts- Chan’s personal circle (Jisung & Changbin)

Spades- Information (Seungmin & Felix)

Clubs- Security (Minho & Changbin)

Diamonds- Profits/Money handling (Hyunjin & Jeongin)

Group Texts* - Piperacha (Stray Kids)

+ bonus *drabble, NSFW

Besties with Benefits series masterlist

Third and final installment after 3rauncha and slutracha.

Pairings: vocalracha x bestfriend!f.reader Word count: 6.3k [not including 10 screenshots] unedited, we die like real men TW: Suggestive and explicit content, swearing, pet names [reader is called noona, baby, my sweet, little one], fingering, spanking, biting, oral sex (m. & f. receiving), face-fucking, protected sex (condoms, birth control pill mentioned), choking, creampie, multiple orgasms, vague reference to subspace, exhibitionism/voyeurism, praise kink, degradation [reader is called slut/whore], breeding kink, oppa kink, punishment, impact play, rough sex/angry sex, safe word system, dacryphilia, hard!Dom Seungmin, angry!Seungmin, soft/pleasure!Dom Jeongin, aftercare

The sound of your knocks on the door echoes through the hallway. You take a deep breath as you hear the lock disengaging a few moments later, preparing yourself for the inevitable. When the door swings open, you find yourself blinking a few times, staring at the man on the other side of the door.

“Sunflower?” Felix’s eyes are wide as he takes a step toward you, reaching for your wrist.

“Hi sunshine,” you reply, releasing your held breath as Felix pulls you into the apartment. Once you’re inside, he shuts the door behind you.

“I didn’t know you were coming over. What are you doing here, angel?”

He wraps his arms around you in a warm hug, and you can’t help the way you tremble a little. “Um, I’m hoping to talk to Seungmin when he gets home.” Felix makes a noise, nodding against your shoulder. “It was Jeongin’s idea.”

Felix pulls you by the shoulders to look at your face. “And are you ready to have that conversation?”

You let your hands twist together, staring down at the floor. “I’m not sure. I miss him, I miss Innie, I miss the entire group, I-”

“We didn’t go anywhere, sweetheart.” He replies softly, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. 

You huff. “I know, but I’ve pulled back because of Seung and frankly, it’s bullshit. I don’t want to deprive myself of my best friends anymore.”

Footsteps pad lightly down the hall just before a voice calls out. “We don’t want that either, noona.”

Your head whips around, eyes falling on Jeongin as he walks over. You bite back the sting of tears and yank out of Felix’s hold to meet Jeongin in the middle of the living room, throwing your arms around him and burying your face in his neck. With a small chuckle, he wraps his arms around you, holding you close and letting his thumbs graze over your back.

“I’ve got to go meet Chan-hyung, but call us if you need, okay angel?” Felix says from behind, and you nod, not lifting your head.

“It’ll be okay, hyung, I can take care of noona.” A few moments of silence pass before the door opens, signaling Felix’s departure. You sniffle a little, causing Jeongin to squeeze you tighter. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too, Innie.”

His hands move to your waist, pulling you back so he can look at your face. Your eyes are watery, but you don’t actually shed any tears. You drop your arms, palms flat on his chest. Jeongin sucks his teeth at you, thumb coming up to graze the swell of your cheekbone as his eyes roam your face. “So beautiful, noona,” he murmurs, eyes flicking down to your lips.

Your breath hitches. “Innie,” you whisper, licking your lips, “kiss me, please.”

His hand slides back until his thumb sits over your jaw, long fingers wrapping around to the back of your neck. “With pleasure.” And then he’s dragging your face to his, crashing your lips to his with a fervor. A small whine escapes you before your hands fly up to his shoulders, twisting in the soft cardigan he wears. One of his fingers on your neck tightens, digging into the muscle enough to have your head falling back for him to deepen the kiss. Jeongin swallows your moan, tongue sweeping into your mouth, hot and sweet and heady. Using your grip on his shoulders, you pull him closer, throwing your arms back around his neck and breaking the kiss to change angles.

“God, noona.”

You cut him off, biting into his lower lip, flicking your tongue over the flesh captured between your teeth. He groans. The hand on your neck drops down to your hip again, both of them squeezing you and pulling your hips to his before wrapping around your lower back. You drag your lips to his jaw, cooing when he tilts his head back to grant access to his neck.

“Noona,” Jeongin pants, hands suddenly pushing at your waist, trying to disconnect your lips from his neck, “I don’t think this is what you want Seungmin-hyung to walk in on.”

With a sigh, you step away. “You’re right.”

“Can I get you something to drink?” He gestures for you to sit on the couch.

“Sure, just some water.”

He disappears for a moment before returning with a cold bottle of water. You twist it open and take a swig as he sits next to you. “Thanks, Innie.” You turn to face him when you hear a key in the lock of the door. Jeongin gives you a pointed look, an ‘I told you so’ that you just roll your eyes at.

The door swings open and in walks Seungmin, eyes cast down at his phone as he shuts the door behind him and drops his keys on the entryway table.

“Hi, Minnie.”

Seungmin glances up at your soft greeting, eyes wide. “What are you doing here?”

You wince slightly at his harsh tone. “You haven’t answered any of my texts in almost two weeks.” You feel the couch shift before you hear Jeongin slip back into the kitchen, probably to give you and Seungmin some privacy.

“I don’t see how you interpreted that to mean ‘show up at my apartment instead’ though.”

Your mouth falls open in shock. “Seungmin, please-”

“I think you should leave.”

You scramble to your feet. “What?! No, Min, just let me explain-”

“I don’t want you to explain anything. I just want you to leave.” He steps aside, gesturing at the door. You feel tears spring to your eyes again. Shoving your hands into the pouch of your hoodie, you shuffle forward, toward him and the door.

When you approach, he side-steps. Your lips tremble with the effort to keep your tears at bay.

“Wait, noona, don’t leave.” Jeongin calls from the edge of the kitchen. Seungmin gives him a scathing look. “Seungminnie, why are you being like this?”

“Just because you’re thinking with your dick, don’t expect me to. I can separate my heads from one another, thank you.” Seungmin practically spits at his best friend. “She can’t just throw herself at me to earn my forgiveness.”

You reach for his arm, tugging his hand into yours. “What can I do, Minnie? Please. You’re my best friend-”

“-apparently not, you have an entire fucking harem of best friends.” He tries to pull his arm away but you wrap around it with both hands.

“Seungmin, please,” you beg, the tears at your waterline threatening to spill as your voice wavers. You grip his arm tighter, tugging again. “I just want y-” His other arm snakes out to grip your throat, slamming you against the door. The impact knocks the breath from your lungs and his fingers dig into your skin harshly enough for the tears to finally fall.

Seungmin crowds into your space, chest heaving with rage as he gets closer. “You just don’t fucking relent, do you? Are you that desperate? Or are you too fucking stupid to understand?”

“Seungmin- '' Jeongin warns from behind him, causing Seungmin’s head to whip toward him.

“Stay out of this, Ayen-ah.”

“I will, if you let go of her throat. She’s not getting enough air.” True, your vision is starting to blur, little black spots prickling your vision. Seungmin turns to look at you before loosening his fingers. Air rushes to your lungs with a gasp, but his hand still remains at your neck.

“There, now the slut can breathe.” You bring your hands up to grip at his forearm, tears still streaming from your eyes.

Jeongin sighs heavily. “You can just admit that you’re hurt instead of pushing her away, Seung.”

Seungmin meets your eyes, and you can see that Jeongin’s words hold truth. The steely resolve on his face doesn’t drop though, and you feel his fingers twitch at your neck.

“I never meant to hurt you, puppy.” You manage to whisper, not caring how your chest hitches on a sob. Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back against the door. “I love you, Minnie, I would never intentionally hurt you. You know that.”

He doesn’t answer. The room is silent except for your sniffles, long enough that you open your eyes to search his face. You know him well enough to recognize the conflict in them and reach your hand out to smooth down the wrinkle between his brows. Your heart skips a beat when his eyes flutter closed and he tilts into your hand slightly. When his eyes open again, they’re darker.

“I won’t be nice today.”

Your pulse kicks up and you swallow, nodding eagerly. “That’s okay. I can take it.”

Seungmin looks over at Jeongin. “You’re responsible for her, I won’t be able to control myself.” Jeongin murmurs something you don’t hear, and Seungmin rolls his head back to you. “If it’s too much, you tell Innie and he’ll make sure I stop.”

“Okay.” You nod again, and his fingers tighten around your throat, now in the correct spot to cause that familiar floaty haze.

“What do you say if it’s too much, noona?” Jeongin asks, closer than he was before.

“Red.”

Seungmin chuckles darkly as Jeongin claps his hands together twice. “That’s right. Good girl.”

“Of course the slut knows her color system.” Seungmin’s fingers loosen briefly before tightening further, causing you to whimper.

“Seungmin, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Kiss me.”

He laughs, throwing his head back and releasing his grip on you completely. You slump against the door as he takes a few steps away. “No. I don’t think you deserve that.” Seungmin turns on his heel and walks down the hall toward his bedroom, disappearing into it.

You glance over at Jeongin, eyes wide. He tuts at you, stepping closer to grab your hand. “Come on, noona. Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.”

Jeongin leads you down the hall, following the route Seungmin took, but steers you into his own room instead. “But Seung-”

“-is going to shower. Relax, okay?” He guides you to sit on his bed before leaving the room, returning a moment later with a t-shirt. “Here, get comfortable. I’m sure you don’t want to be wearing your hoodie for any of this.”

You take the shirt from his outstretched hand, recognizing it as one of Seungmin’s favorites. You give Jeongin a soft smile. “Thank you, babyboy.” You set it beside you and tug your hoodie off, tossing it at the foot of the bed. Jeongin’s eyes roam down your body hungrily, watching closely as you peel off the camisole and unclasp your bra. Your eyes don’t leave his face as you drag the garment off of you. “Should I still put this on?”

Jeongin tears his eyes from your chest to look at where you hold the t-shirt. He slaps a hand to his face, dragging it down slowly. “Yeah. As much as I want to touch you, I think I need to let Seungmin have you first.”

You giggle. “It’s so hard to be the maknae, hmm?”

He scowls at you, making you laugh harder. “Normally, my hyungs aren’t so greedy. I guess I can understand though,” he moves to sit beside you, gesturing at you to put the shirt on. You oblige. “I’d be greedy with you too, if I could.”

You turn your head to look at him, and his eyes are already on you, on your lips. You meet his mouth halfway, the kiss softer, sweeter than the one in the living room. His hand wraps around your low back, and a minute later you’re crawling into his lap and burying your fingers in his hair. Jeongin runs his hands up and down your back under the t-shirt, nails scraping at your skin, causing you to whine into his mouth and grind down in his lap. He chuckles, breaking the kiss to place open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

Suddenly, his hand swats your ass softly. “Seungmin’s out of the shower.”

You climb off of him, standing in the center of the room. Thinking for a moment, you hook your thumbs in the elastic of your leggings and drag them down before stepping out of them, leaving you in just Seungmin’s shirt and your panties. Jeongin swallows a groan.

“That was unfair.” He peels off his cardigan and tosses it over your discarded clothes.

You roll your eyes at him before walking out of the room, headed to Seungmin’s room. You can hear him in the bathroom, so you walk into his bedroom and sit down on the floor on your knees to wait for him. Jeongin trails in after you, palming his crotch and shooting you a glare, but he settles in on the foot of the bed, leaning up against the wall with his legs extended, crossed over the ankles.

It only takes another two minutes for Seungmin to walk in, rubbing his damp hair with a towel. He stops short when he sees you, glancing over at Jeongin, who shrugs, before approaching you.

His hand comes forward to cup your chin. “I don’t even have to train you, do I? You’re already so obedient.”

“Only for you, Minnie.”

He swallows, lips set in a taut line as he tosses the towel aside and shoves his hair off of his forehead. You feel yourself clench. What is it about his hair pushed back that drives you so wild all the time?

Seungmin steps closer, towering over you as you peer up at him from your lashes. “Get me hard.”

With a shaky hand, you reach for the edge of his sweatpants, curling your fingers into the material before pulling them down far enough for his cock to fall free. Even soft, he’s sizeable, but you already anticipated that based on the…well, everything you knew about him. Casting a quick glance up at him, you dip your head forward to lap at the tip once, twice, three times, before suckling the entire head into your mouth. A quiet groan falls from Seungmin’s lips, his head tipping back briefly. His hand finds its way to the back of your head, tangling into your messy bun.

Cupping your tongue around his underside, you bring more of him into your mouth until your nose hits the stubble at the lowest part of his stomach. You start to move off, but he grips your head tighter and keeps you there, feeling your nails dig into his thighs at the unexpected resistance. A strangled noise dies in your throat when you feel him start to harden in your mouth, so you swallow around him and he groans- loudly.

“Oh my god.”

“I’m assuming that’s a good thing.” Jeongin says, amusement in his tone. You can’t see Seungmin’s face, but from the laugh that shoots out of Jeongin, you can picture it.

“She’s got a filthy fucking mouth.” Seungmin pulls his hips back slightly to give a lazy thrust into your mouth, making you gag on his increasing length. The gagging only seems to turn him on more, the skin of his cock stretched taut over your tongue. Tears form at the edges of your vision. “Look at her, Jeonginnie. Crying on my cock like a whore. Almost feels like this is what you’re meant to do, my sweet.”

At the use of his preferred pet name for you, you squeeze your eyes shut, nodding as best as you can. The tears trail down your cheeks, and his free hand comes up to wipe one away. When you open your eyes, you watch him pop his thumb into his mouth. You make an unintelligible noise.

He pulls your head back off of his dick and lets go. Bending down to get closer to your face, he leans in. You almost think he’s going to kiss you, but the cruel smile that curls his lips dashes that. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth now, little one. Show me how sorry you really are. Be a good slut for me and maybe I’ll even let Jeongin get you off before I fuck you.”

“Yes, sir.” It comes out breathier than you meant it, but Seungmin seems to react to it, his eyes rolling back and biting his lip as he straightens, lining his cock up with your mouth.

“Open.” He commands, and you obey, extending your tongue past your teeth as if you’re rolling out a red carpet for his dick. The salty taste of precum hits you as he taps the head on your tongue a few times, and then he’s sliding into your mouth harshly, hitting the back of your throat hard enough to make you cough. He doesn’t ease off, but he pauses for you to collect yourself, casting a teary look up at him. 

Seungmin searches your face for a moment, and you squeeze his thigh in encouragement. He must find whatever he was looking for, because then he’s fisting his hands in your hair again and rutting into your mouth with more force. You focus on relaxing your throat and taking him down easier, keeping your tongue extended to prevent your teeth from scraping against him. Tears drip down your face and dampen the shirt over your chest as you control your breathing, focusing on steady inhales through your nose.

Small grunts and groans fall from Seungmin, his grip in your hair tightening and loosening occasionally. The longer he fucks your throat, the more you zone out, head light and fuzzy from being used like an object. You’re vaguely aware of the slick soaking your panties, grateful for the pressure of your thighs squeezed together in your position. Periodically, he eases out to let you catch your breath, petting your head or face until you glance back up at him to signal that you’re okay to continue.

This time, he pauses, glancing at Jeongin.

“What color, noona?”

You blink, eyes unfocused. Seungmin’s hand grips your jaw firmly, drawing your attention. “Answer him, little one.”

Licking your lips, you glance over at Jeongin. “Gr-” your voice cracks, and you clear your throat before trying again. “Green.”

“Good girl.”

Seungmin grunts in agreement before squeezing your mouth open and entering your mouth again. His hips stutter and he breathes in sharply when you sniffle, keeping your eyes locked on him. He drags his thumb along your cheek, smearing the trails of wetness and it occurs to you that he likes that you’re crying like this, crying for him like this. The knowledge makes you dizzy, eyes closing as you hum around him. Seungmin groans, tightening his hold on you and driving his length deeper into your throat. A moment later, you feel him twitch and warmth fills your throat as your head is held down as far as it can go on Seungmin’s cock while he cums.

The hold on you loosens. You ease off of him, trying to keep yourself clean as you do. Wiping at your mouth when you sit back on your haunches, you glance up at Seungmin. A water bottle appears in front of you. Taking it, you swivel to send Jeongin a silent thank you and drink half the bottle in one go.

“How do you feel, noona?”

“I’m okay.” Quietly, you look back at Seungmin, unable to read his face. He says nothing, watching you as his chest heaves. “Minnie?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. “I- I don’t know if I forgive you yet.”

You try not to let the hurt flash across your face. “Oh. That’s o-okay, I guess.”

Seungmin groans loudly. “Stop! Just- stop being so apologetic!” You blink, flinching back at his volume. “God, you just keep apologizing and being subservient-”

“Do you not want me to be obedient? I don’t understand-”

“I don’t know! It’s much easier when you’re a brat like you normally are, this just feels forced-” You scoff at him, drawing your knee up to plant your foot on the ground for enough leverage to push yourself to your full height. 

“You think this is FORCED? Kim Seungmin, you might actually be the stupid one here if you don’t think that I would have done this for you months ago!” You jab your finger into his chest, spurred on by the way his eyes widen and he takes a small step back. “You’re actually an idiot, then, because it was you who drew me into this friendship, who introduced me to everyone, and it’s you who I have been willing to do anything for, long before any of your other members. Just because your hyungs had the balls to make a move before you-” His hand catches your wrist, tugging you to his chest and cutting off your words. His eyes narrow, and you swallow tightly at the flash of heat in your belly at the sight.

“Get on the bed. Now.”

His voice is low, almost a growl, and it leaves no room for debate. You nod, and he releases your wrist. You take the two steps to the bed, climbing on without looking at Jeongin and settling on your knees as you had on the floor. Seungmin gets closer and grabs you by the upper arm, dragging you to the side and climbing in behind you. His other hand pushes you down between your shoulders, sending you face-first into Jeongin’s lap.

“Hi, noona.” Jeongin smiles, bringing a hand up to caress your face and smooth down your hair. Before you can reply, Seungmin’s hand comes down hard on your ass, forcing a yelp out of you. You move to ask him what the fuck that was for, but Jeongin’s hand stops you. “Hey, shh, shh, it’s okay, relax. I’ve got you.”

Jeongin guides you to lay your cheek on his thigh just as Seungmin lands another slap, on the opposite cheek. Then Seungmin is yanking your panties down to leave you bare. A whine escapes you as you squeeze your eyes shut. Jeongin’s hands rub soothing circles on your shoulder and forehead as Seungmin continues, alternating spots to bring down the flat of his hand. A particularly hard hit to the high plane of your ass cheek makes you gasp, tears spilling with a sob. The next smack is softer, lower, at the juncture of cheek and thigh, and you swear you feel the ghost of lips graze the stinging skin from the prior hit.

Your skin is burning, not just on your ass, but your face and chest are flushed. The tears that stream from your eyes practically sizzle on your cheeks before falling to Jeongin’s sweatpants. Seungmin’s assault slows, his large hands rubbing soft circles over your backside, somehow soothing and reigniting the flames that lick over the skin there. The room falls silent, the only sound is your soft sobs and Jeongin’s quiet cooing as he continues to pet your hair and whisper encouragement.

“Doing so well, noona, taking the punishment. That’s it, good girl.”

Seungmin stays quiet. After a few minutes, your breathing steadies and the crying stops. You almost forget where you are, eyes closed as Jeongin strokes your face, your hair. Then you feel a fingertip run down your folds, exposed to the open air in your position.

“Little one,” Seungmin finally says, voice thick and strained, “why are you so wet? Do you like being punished?”

A whimper spills from your throat, and you meet Jeongin’s eyes. He nods at you. “Answer him, noona.”

“Y-yes.”

Seungmin groans, and when his forehead thunks down onto your ass, you squeak in surprise. “She’s going to be the death of me, Ayen-ah.”

Before you can respond, he’s pushing two fingers into you, hooking down and finding your g-spot immediately. Your head shoots up with a gasp, hips rocking back subconsciously. Seungmin’s thumb finds your clit, pressing down to give his fingers leverage to thrust in and out of you. You prop yourself up on your elbows, resting your forehead on Jeongin’s thigh, whimpering and mewling while Seungmin finger-fucks you to a very quick climax. 

When you come down, he withdraws his hand, and you turn your head to glance at Jeongin. He has his dick out, stroking it lazily. Your mouth waters instantly.

Jeongin chuckles, shaking his head. “Not yet, noona. Seungmin first.”

Seungmin barks out a small laugh from somewhere behind you. “No, no, by all means. Put her mouth to work.”

You lick your lips, pushing up to shift to the side and get closer. “Innie, please? Let me taste you.”

He groans, hand falling away from his cock as he nods. You don’t hesitate, replacing it with your own hand to guide him into your mouth. He tastes exactly as you expect him to, salty and sweet and spicy and Jeongin. His hands tangle in your hair, soft gasps and grunts falling from his open mouth as you work to take him down your throat. You set a steady pace, sucking him down, before you feel Seungmin press against your entrance.

“Don’t stop, little one. Show Innie how good you can take both of us.” He says, pushing his cock into you slowly. You slow down, mouth still on Jeongin, waiting with bated breath for Seungmin to be fully seated in you. When his hip bones meet the swollen skin of your ass, you twitch involuntarily. His tip presses against your cervix hard enough to have you seeing stars. He pauses, letting you adjust, before he pulls out slowly, fucking into you with slow, calculated strokes.

Jeongin’s fingers tighten, reminding you of your task. “Noona…” His tone is impatient. You grunt, sliding down his shaft at the same pace Seungmin fucks into you with. Seungmin’s hands roam all over your body, shoving the bottom of the t-shirt up to trail his hands up your back and back down. They dig into your hips as he changes the angle and pounds into you, rocketing you forward to gag on Jeongin over and over again. Eventually, Jeongin pulls you off by your hair, groaning about not wanting to cum yet and dragging your face to his for a sloppy kiss.

Seungmin, in a flagrant display of jealousy, yanks you away by your neck, pulling you back against his chest. His hands shoot up the front of the t-shirt to cup your breasts, playing with your nipples while he buries his face in your neck. Every thrust of his hips is emphasized by a gasp or a moan from you, and he bites your throat and shoulder. When one of his hands travels from your breast to lay at your throat, your second orgasm barrels through you. Your thighs quiver, walls spasming around Seungmin’s length, and that’s enough to have him moaning in your ear. He cums buried deep in you, twitching as you milk him dry.

Seungmin unwraps himself from you, pulling out and guiding you down to the mattress, where Jeongin shuffles to catch you in his arms. The bed shifts and a moment later the door opens, but you tuck your head into Jeongin’s neck to catch your breath. 

“Noona, how do you feel?” Jeongin murmurs, lips pressed to the side of your head. You exhale shakily.

“Tired, honestly. My legs feel like pudding.”

“Don’t say that too loudly, you’ll summon Minho-hyung. And frankly, I don’t want to share you with him tonight, noona.” He quips, causing you to laugh. His head moves and you turn to meet his mouth with yours. Jeongin rolls you both over, slotting between your thighs. You hear Seungmin return to the room, closing the door behind him.

Raising your head, you turn to look at him. “Where did you go?”

“To throw out the condom, I don’t have a trash can in here.” He slumps onto the edge of the bed, laying back against the wall similar to Jeongin’s previous position. “Don’t mind me. Carry on having sex in my bed.”

Jeongin scowls, shooting him a glare. “Oh, shut up.” You can’t help the giggle that escapes you when Seungmin just rolls his eyes and gestures at Jeongin to hurry up.

You use your hands to bring Jeongin’s face back to yours, wrapping your arms around him as you kiss him. He trails his hand down your thigh, catching on where your panties were still hooked around one knee and dragging them the rest of the way down. Jeongin disconnects from your mouth to kiss down your neck, to your collarbone. “Seungmin can’t even undress you properly.” You giggle softly.

Seungmin scoffs loudly. “I can hear you.”

Jeongin ignores him, sitting up on his knees and tugging at your shirt, motioning for you to sit up so he can remove it. “There, now you’re properly naked. I don’t know how anyone would let you stay clothed when they could have you naked instead.”

“I’m still right here.”

Jeongin ignores Seungmin again, opting to tug his sweatpants down instead. You shove your hands up his shirt, pushing him to take it off.

“You’re not the only one who wants a naked partner,” you say, shooting Seungmin a glare. 

He rolls his eyes. “You wouldn’t even have seen me if I was naked.”

“Whose fault is that?”

Jeongin whips his shirt off and chucks it at Seungmin’s face. “Stop distracting her. You already had your fun, it’s my turn now.”

You take the opportunity to run your hands down his toned abs. “Jesus Christ, Innie, when the fuck did these happen?”

The smirk he gives you makes your stomach flip. Instead of answering, he shuffles back and drops to his stomach between your legs. Seungmin makes some noise of complaint at his personal space being infringed by Jeongin’s legs, but you both ignore him as Jeongin begins kissing up your thigh. “You’re so beautiful, noona. I want to worship you. Will you let me?”

You run a hand down his cheek, caressing the skin and tracing his dimples before nodding. “Always, babyboy.”

He dips his head, wrapping his mouth around your clit. You push his hair off of his forehead, watching him as he licks at you. One of his arms wraps around your thigh, hand resting on your abdomen to hold you down. The other glides over your inner thigh before finding its way to your entrance. You let out a throaty noise when he slips his fingers into you.

“Innie, fuck,” you breathe out, fisting your hand in the sheet next to your hip. He hums in response, the noise vibrating through your core and shooting spikes of pleasure out to your fingers and toes. “Oh my god.”

Jeongin flicks his tongue over your clit then presses it flat, moving side to side. The fingers inside you curl, finding your g-spot instantly, and in seconds you’re cumming, moaning out his name and rolling your hips against his face.

He doesn’t stop, though- he just keeps sucking and licking and flicking and fucking you. He keeps going until you break again, over and over and over, until you’ve lost count, until your throat is dry and you’ve lost the ability to speak, until tears fall from your eyes and your vision blurs from the pleasure. And by the time he releases you, your skin is flushed and you’ve soaked the sheets.

“Innie,” you rasp, frantically seeking him through the fog of desire. He swims into your vision, crowding you to the bed.

“Shh, noona, I’m here. It’s okay,” he kisses your cheeks, your lips, wipes away some tears with his hands. “I’m here, baby.”

You choke on a sob, and he’s kissing you, grounding you with his lips on yours and the taste of you on his tongue. Weakly, you bring your legs around his waist to draw him closer, and the tip of his cock grazes your clit. The kiss breaks as he groans, and the gasp that escapes you fades into a whimper. You angle your hips to seek his cock again, and he tries to pull back.

“Wait, noona, I need a condom-”

“I’m on the pill, just fuck me, Jeongin, please, I can’t wait any longer.”

He drops his head onto your chest, groaning again. When he lifts his head, he meets your eyes. “Do I have to pull out?”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t, but-” He cuts you off by sliding into your wet heat with a short grunt. “Jesus fucking- oh my god.”

“Noona, holy shit.” He hasn’t moved yet, seeming to need a moment to brace himself.

Your legs tremble, from the multiple orgasms and the positions Seungmin had you in, and Jeongin immediately reaches down to support one of them. His lips crash into yours for a hot, needy kiss, and then he’s sitting up, shifting your legs to touch the bed and pulling your hips up to meet his. It punches a moan out of you, so he does it again.

And again. And again and again and again, more moans punched out by every thrust of his hips. You throw your arm over your face as your next orgasm builds, but that causes Jeongin to snarl.

“Don’t hide from me, let me watch you come undone on my cock, noona.”

Then you’re tumbling over, the countless orgasms you’ve already had making you sensitive enough that all it takes is a touch, the first brush of his thumb on your clit for you to be arching off the bed and crying out.

Jeongin fucks you through it, languidly rocking his hips into yours, and once you’re back on earth, he picks up his pace.

“Not gonna last much longer, baby. Are you sure it’s okay to cum inside you?”

You nod messily, eyes still glazed over as you reach a hand up to touch his chest, his pec, his face. “Breed me, oppa, please.”

There’s a cough from somewhere else in the room and Jeongin makes a strangled noise that dies in his throat before his pace picks up once more. After a few thrusts, his movements become more erratic, and then he’s groaning, falling forward to cage you in between his forearms as he empties himself in you.

Neither one of you speaks as you catch your breath. Eventually, you bring your hands to his waist and run them up and down his sides softly. He rests his forehead on yours.

“Are you okay, noona?” He finally asks. You smile.

“Aren’t you tired of asking me that today?”

He pulls his head back. “No.”

You lean up to kiss him softly. “I’m fine, babyboy. Exhausted as fuck. Maybe a little hungry.” Your stomach growls and you both look down at it before you laugh. “Okay, definitely hungry.”

“I can get us dinner.”

You turn your head to look at Seungmin. “You will?” He nods. “Does this mean I’m forgiven?”

He rolls his eyes. “I guess.”

You squeal, and Jeongin laughs, sitting up. He slips out of you and you almost bemoan the loss. “Let me get a washcloth to clean you up.” He climbs off the bed, grabbing his sweatpants and stepping into them before heading to the bathroom.

Seungmin crawls over, laying down next to you. You turn onto your side, ignoring how you can feel Jeongin’s cum oozing out of you. Seungmin rolls on his side to face you. “Hi,” you whisper.

“Hi.”

“You don’t hate me, right?”

“No.”

“Will you kiss me now? Please, Minnie?”

He doesn’t answer, just reaches forward to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before pulling your face toward his. When your lips meet, it’s soft, tentative. You lay your hand on his cheek and press into the kiss more firmly, opening your lips to lick at his, seeking entrance. He grants it, and the feeling of his tongue against yours has you humming contentedly.

Jeongin’s hand on your thigh startles you, pulling away from Seungmin’s kiss to see Jeongin sit and nudge your leg over Seungmin’s hip before pressing a warm damp cloth to your core and cleaning you thoroughly. Seungmin uses a single finger to twist your face back to his, kissing you again. When Jeongin’s done, he tosses the cloth into the laundry basket at the foot of the bed and climbs in behind you, kissing your shoulder.

The three of you lay there for a few minutes, cuddling and kissing and giggling, whispering back and forth until your stomach growls again.

“Alright, I need to get this girl some food. Ayen-ah, take her to your room and make sure she rests until I get back.” Seungmin disentangles your legs from his.

“Why can’t I stay here?”

“Well, someone,” he gives you a pointed look, “made an absolute mess of my sheets, and now I need to wash them.”

“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’d be lying.” Jeongin murmurs from your neck, making you giggle.

“As would I.”

Seungmin sighs dramatically. “Hence why I need to wash the damn sheets.” He bends forward to give you one last kiss, a loud smacking kiss that makes Jeongin curl up his lips.

“Ew, hyung, stop that.”

“You want one too, Innie?”

Jeongin scrambles up and out of the bed, away from where Seungmin laughs on the other side of you.

You just shake your head, smiling. “You’re both idiots.”

Jeongin helps you up and Seungmin hands you the t-shirt you were wearing earlier. You tug it over your head before kissing his cheek and following Jeongin to his room. Once you’re both snuggled under the blanket, you turn to raise a brow at Jeongin.

“So… Oppa?!” You throw your head back in laughter when he groans and hides his face in his hands.

xx

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AWAKEN — [18+!]

AN INTERACTIVE STORY

“To make up for the lost hours of sleep, you know, we’d like to treat you. Make you feel good,” he explains with a wink.

⏱️ No matter if it’s producing music in the middle of the night or having female guests over—your three kind but loud friends that live in the apartment upstairs make you lose lots of sleep these days. But they propose an idea how to solve this issue. A game, if you will, that shall make up for all the endless hours without rest.

❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are the main character in this interactive story. In order to choose whoever you want to end up with, simply select an option after reading [options will be highlighted and have a link attached to them] and follow the path!

🛋️ CONTENT INFO: 3racha x female reader, neighbours au, acquaintances/friends to lovers (?), smut with the smallest bit of plot [so sorry], this has been chilling in my drafts since August 2022!!! and was announced here on 07/08/22 lmao

📖 WORD COUNT: 5.5K [or 12.8K if you read all the paths]

🩷 AUTHOR’S NOTE: Wow, hi. Guess who's back [Eminem's Without Me starts playing]? I hope you enjoy this silly little and lighthearted story. I'd be very grateful if you told me about your thoughts in the comments or a reblog or an ask, especially with who you ended up with!! I always appreciate any kind feedback and I'm super glad to have you guys. I hope you didn't forget about me and are taking care of yourself. And now enjoy!! 🩷

🎲 CONTENT WARNING: alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content [not too detailed tags to not spoil anything and also depends on the ending you choose! includes betting with sex as win but with consent, dom/sub dynamics, foursome, semi-protected sex, oral (both m and f receiving), praise and degrading]

The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Minors do not interact, this post contains mature topics. By reading you consent to nsfw content and agree that you have read all the warnings above carefully.

You can hear them again. Those noises that consist of moans, whimpers and the sounds of a creaking bed that’s right above your apartment. 

‘You’re ready for me, baby? Biiiig stretch, come on, I know you can do it,’ a male voice says.

Oh, right. And words like that. Coming from one of your neighbours.

He lives upstairs with two other men and they all happen to be around the same age as you. You’ve never had any issues, until they moved in. From one day to another everything has become… louder. In any sense of the word. A total cliche of neighbours living above you and doing only God knows what after 10 in the evening. In the beginning you didn’t give it much thought, trying your best to ignore it when they decided to have another music producing session at midnight.

Then they started bringing women over. Oh, how do you know? Well, it’s hard to ignore when they scream your neighbours’ names at such a high volume. Chan, Changbin and Jisung are super kind guys, you’d even call them your friends considering all the things they do around the house and help you with your apartment. They take packages for you when you’re at work, assemble your furniture because it was too heavy or immediately take care in case there’s some issue with your water pipes or your heater.

So, it’s kind of hard to be mad at any of them. However, it’s like a game of bingo every night. Sometimes Jisung happens to record some songs or play instruments at midnight. On other occasions Changbin decides to do a home workout at 3 in the morning. And tonight it’s the oldest of them, having a guest over once again. 

‘Channie, yes, right there. So good.’

The creaking noises of his bed frame and the groans spilling from his lips have been driving you mad. Yes, perhaps you need to get laid. Perhaps, Chan’s nightly encounters have been arousing you. After all, he’s the one who’s getting the most visits and happens to have his bedroom right above yours. 

And yes, perhaps you’ve thought about your neighbour in ways that don’t quite fit any platonic criteria.

The worst part is—whenever you manage to witness him talking a bit too loud during these situations, fully understanding the words he uses with these girls, you can’t hold yourself back anymore and let your hand wander inside your pyjama shorts.

‘You’re taking me so fucking well. Like a real good girl. Come on, baby.’

You’re not proud of it. Not at all. But what should you do?

Maybe go upstairs and either ask them to tone it down or have you be a part of their obnoxiously loud parties. But you’re not ready for that yet.

You give in to those pathetic urges, making yourself comfortable in your bed with only a long shirt covering your upper body so it’s easier for your fingers to graze over your wetness. Spreading your pussy lips apart, you keep listening to the words Chan says to the woman he has over, secretly wishing it was you instead, when one of your digits slips inside with no trouble. You continue playing with yourself, pushing two digits inside, your other hand busy rubbing your clit, while you don’t feel any shame to let those whimpers spill from your lips.

After all, Chan is so loud you doubt that anyone can hear your small little noises when he threatens to tear the walls down with his grunts and pounding—the bedframe hitting the edges of his room, while you hear the furniture glide over the floor, echoing through your ceiling.

Until you get interrupted by a vibration from your phone, indicating you received a message. And it’s from none other than Jisung, the youngest one living in the apartment upstairs. He’s the most teasing one—yeah, unbelievably, considering Chan is perhaps having an orgy right above your bedroom—always using any excuse to get your attention. You play along, but not too much. Regarding your issue of seriously needing to get laid any time soon, you are aware you could just ask Jisung but so far you haven’t built up the courage for that yet.

You reach for your device and read the text.

[Jisung, 23:07]: You looked breathtaking in that skirt today, noona.

That menace.

[You, 23:08]: thank you jisung :)

Another message pops up.

[Jisung, 23:08]: I don’t wanna sound disrespectful but… your curves, baby, they’ve been driving me mad…

You roll your eyes and type another reply.

[You, 23:09]: What did we agree on?

It’s entertaining to flirt a bit with him which is why you play along to some level, but you’re also neighbours and don’t want to make things awkward. This is why you told him from the beginning Jisung shouldn’t get his hopes too high and should keep his advances to a minimum.

[Jisung, 23:09]: yeah yeah no flirting but I can’t help myself i’m sorry baby

[Jisung, 23:10]: besides that… you’re the one touching yourself to my roommate fucking some girl

For a second your heart stops.

He’s heard you. Jisung has noticed that you’ve been masturbating whenever his oldest roommate has brought a guest over. Have the other two—most importantly Chan—realised too? And, God, the other neighbours that happen to live inside this building as well?

You type. You stop. You type again.

Half a minute later you send a message, making yourself seem more suspicious than you want to be.

[You, 23:11]: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

You just know he carries the most mischievous smirk on his pretty face right now. But you decide to place your phone away, having enough of his teasing. Besides that, you can’t handle this right now. You’re way too embarrassed while also being distracted by the noises coming from above.

So, the messages Jisung sends a few minutes later won't be read tonight anymore.

[Jisung, 23:13]: Ohhh darling don’t pretend to be innocent now ;) but you know i can keep secrets so don’t worry yeah? 

[Jisung, 23:15]: just like that pretty picture you sent to me the other day. it’s locked away so no one except for me can see it 😇

At some point your body just gave out and finally let you sleep. You got woken up a couple of times during the night but this could have also been caused by your bladder announcing itself after you chugged down a litre of water right before falling asleep. One, because you totally didn’t stay hydrated enough during your long work day. Two, because you really needed something to calm you down after you came around your own fingers to the sound of Chan’s moans and dirty words blurting through the ceiling.

Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. You can’t even talk to your friends that live upstairs about them being inconsiderate but instead you touch yourself to the sounds they make when having some guests over. Ridiculous.

You enter the gym that’s inside your apartment building, hoping this will help you down from all the stress that’s going on. You’ve finally got a very much needed day off from all the shit that your job has been causing lately. This will be your time, your moment, your opportunity to finally calm down. You’re super optimistic.

Until you see one of the three men in question here. Of course. Changbin basically has his second home here, without a doubt. You do a few of your exercises and routines, until an idea strikes you.

Perhaps, you could subtly talk to him about this ongoing issue. Fuck, why are you even making such a big deal out of it? They’re clearly in the wrong and responsible for you not getting enough sleep. Why is this so hard for you?

You’re sure that describing the issue to Changbin has a high chance of succeeding. Because you feel like he would understand.

“Changbin?”

He turns around, wearing gym shorts and a tank top. Fuck. You’ve underestimated this situation so much—the effect of his arms being on full display is insane. You feel like you’re instantly getting dizzy. Okay, calm down.

“Yeah?”

You gulp, taking a deep breath. You can do this, Y/N. You’re not being chased by some deadly animal, you’re just trying to have a conversation about an issue that has been plaguing you for a couple of weeks.

“Uhm.. I hope this doesn’t sound unfriendly or anything but… these past weeks it’s been really hard for me to rest and get some good sleep because you guys are often a bit loud,” you explain with a small voice.

Changbin’s facial expression immediately turns apologetic. “Oh, God. I am so sorry. We truly weren’t aware. This is awful. How about you come to our place tonight for dinner so we can make up for it, hm?”

You’re not sure if you’re in the mood for some extroverted time but you are very grateful that he’s offering it. Plus—free food.

“Uhm, if it’s not too much stress for you,” you reply, entering the end level of people pleasing although he was the one to offer it.

“Please, not at all. Certainly not when it’s about you, okay? Just be there at 7, yeah? No pressure,” he says, making you feel a bit flustered with his words. You truly hope he doesn’t notice how heat rises up to your face.

“Thank you, see you tonight.”

You ring the doorbell upstairs at 7 sharp. Of course, you’re quickly invited inside—Chan having a wide grin on his face, as he takes the bottle of wine you brought with you.

“We’re glad you’re here,” he says and you follow him to their kitchen. The other two greet you, pulling you into tight hugs, while the oldest is busy preparing the food.

“Thanks for the invitation,” you tell them with a smile.

The food is immaculate, almost making up for all the sleepless nights the trio has put you through. You’re glad they invited you over for dinner—after all you haven’t had much time to catch up with your friends in a while with all the additional shifts you’ve been put through these weeks. So, the sole fact that you can enjoy having a meal with them helps you calm down.

“Have you been alright these days?” Changbin asks all of a sudden, filling your glass with more water. They offered you water alongside the wine and you agreed because you know you’ll be immediately tipsy without it after a few sips considering the fact it’s been a while since you had any alcohol. 

“Yeah… well, just a lot going on, you know? With work and all. But it’ll pass, it’s alright.”

They see the stress in your eyes and your whole posture, their caring nature being activated at the thought that they have the urge to help you. But they’re sure this little dinner is a start.

However, your friends also know that they’re partly responsible for the state you’re in too—after all, they just added more onto that pile of stress by not really paying attention to their volumes at night. So, a delicious little meal won’t be enough, they know that, which is why they’ve come up with a plan.

It may sound ridiculous. To an outside person it would be. But it’s no secret to them that you may enjoy listening to whatever they’ve been doing when the sun goes down.

Yes, listening to Chan having a guest over isn’t the only forbidden thing you’ve been doing.

Whenever Changbin’s workouts at home and the grunts and moans that echo through his room during a session, you couldn’t think of anything else, using those sounds as a mental memory whenever you needed to get some stress off.

And Jisung has been flirting with you over text for weeks now. That stupid half-nude you sent some time ago is gonna haunt you forever. It was in a moment of weakness, really. You were posing in front of your mirror with your pyjama shirt covering not much of your body—your thighs on full display, while your hand was squeezing one of your tits through the fabric.

They’ve noticed all of the above. Unfortunately, the walls are pretty thin in this building.

So, they came up with a little idea. There’s no pressure but since they know that you reciprocate the feelings or, well, arousal they have for you, this might be the chance.

However, nothing works without an apology and after a long talk they came up with the idea of turning this into a game.

“First of all, we want to apologise to you, Y/N,” Jisung begins, giving you a soft smile. It’s the first time that he sounds serious so you believe him.

“Yeah, we’ve been unreasonably loud these past weeks… no matter if it’s producing, just talking or having some guests over, you know,” Changbin adds. Don’t forget about doing workouts in the middle of the night like a crazy person.

Chan nods, scratching the back of his head, “Oh, I’m especially sorry for being so loud whenever a woman visited me, I’m sorry if you heard anything.”

Oh, God. The images that you’ve been fantasising about instantly shoot up to your head again. Why did he have to mention this? The world was working just fine with no one talking about this.

“It’s… it’s okay.” You could have lied but instead you decided to subtly admit that you heard him. You wonder now if he’s heard you too whenever you have touched yourself to the noises that slipped past his mouth. “Just… it’s just the timing, you know, at night. When most people are trying to sleep and all.”

It’s so awkward. But you’re glad they’re the ones making the move in this conversation. You wouldn’t have been able to bring up the topic.

“Yeah, very unreasonable from us,” Jisung says, nodding.

“We’d like to make an offer, Y/N,” Changbin adds. “As an apology for all the stress we’ve been putting on you.”

“Yeah,” Chan speaks, “we owe you that one. We’re sure you’re gonna enjoy it.”

“You guys speak so vague it’s–“

“Only if you’re up for it. You can always decline. But to make up for the lost hours of sleep, you know, we’d like to treat you. Make you feel good,” Jisung explains with a wink.

“W-What?”

“Hm, it’s nothing complicated. And only if you want to. But I’ve been noticing how you stare at me and start stuttering whenever we meet at the gym,” Changbin continues.

“That’s… t-that’s so n-not true,” you stammer, cursing yourself for the irony.

“It’s fine, baby,” Chan says before he leans towards you to whisper the next words, “I’m also more than sure you liked the little audio performance I’ve been giving you, hm? Because I might have witnessed your very special form of applause, too.”

Goodbye, Y/N. It’s time to die from embarrassment. Holy shit. You’re sure they can see how flustered you are. Heat is rising up to your head and might as well just warm up the whole kitchen.

But on another note…

They…

Did they really just say they want to make you feel good?

Or is this that certain dream again you’ve been having for some time now?

“Chan– I’m–“

“Don’t worry about anything Y/N,” Jisung interrupts, giving you a smirk. “I’ve also noticed you ogling me whenever we see each other in the elevator.”

You’re glad he doesn’t mention the picture you sent him and all the teasing that happened over text. That would have been your downfall.

But now that you think about it… isn’t this what you’ve wanted all along? As needy as it sounds? Would it be too weird to give in? After all, they were the ones to offer it, right?

“Okay—I can’t deny it,” you start, nervously playing with the scrunchie around your wrist. “You three are all hot, okay? What can I say? But that’s not my issue, my issue is that you’ve been crazily loud and I can’t seem to get some rest.”

At least that’s what you’re trying to bring the focus on. No one said you can’t have more than one issue. And they’re here to hopefully solve both of them.

“We promise to tone it down from today on, really. But are you still in for a game?”

Okay, good.

“Sure. What are the rules?”

Now that the cards are on the table—well, literally, Changbin just brought some for the game—you don’t care about anything anymore. If they wanna turn this into a game, you’re gonna play. And win.

“They’re simple. If you win, you have a free wish. Whatever you want or need, we’ll give it to you,” Chan explains.

“One billion won,” you joke.

He rolls his eyes but chuckles, “Something within our possibilities.”

“Yeah, alright. What happens if you guys win?”

Chan smirks, “If one of us wins they get to spend the night with you. Treat you like their queen and make you feel good, make up for all the stress we’ve caused.”

That sounds like a win-win situation and you start wondering if they can read through your expression. You try to keep a poker face, pretending to contemplate your choice although you’re already all in.

“Alright. Let the games begin, then.”

Changbin begins shuffling the playing cards and handing eight of them to each of you.

“The rules are simple,” Jisung says, “whenever it’s your turn, you place a card that’s higher than the one that got placed before that. We agree on a colour first that works as a triumph when playing—so for instance, if I choose a diamond king, you can either place a diamond ace or any type of heart coloured card if we agree that’s the colour we’re playing. If you don’t have anything fitting in your hand, you don’t place anything and draw a new card instead and it’s the next one's turn. The first one without any cards in their hands is the winner. Any more questions?”

It sounds simple and similar to a bunch of other games you’ve played before. It should work.

You nod, “I’ve got it!”

“We need your full consent for what’s to follow after the game if you lose. You can always back out, by the way. The safe word is ‘Awaken’,” Chan adds.

One of your eyebrows rises, “‘Awaken’?”

“Well, we’ve been keeping you up all night for the past weeks so why should we stop now?” he explains with a wink.

Oh, Y/N, you’re in for a night.

“Fine. Let’s start,” you say, trying to keep it cool.

Jisung nods, “Okay. Then you can pick up your cards now and since you’re our guest we’ll have you decide which colours we’re playing.”

You grab the papers and try to bring them in some order in your hand, soon realising you’ve got a mixture of all of the colours, no pattern really visible. Two hearts—ace and queen—two diamonds—ace and ten—two spades—queen and jack—and two clubs—king and jack. You’re unsure if that’s good or not.

“So, Y/N. Have you had a look at what you’ve got? What colour are we playing?”

It’s your time to choose now. Do you want to win this game with playing the clubs, the spades, the heart or the diamond?

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