Group Texts* - Piperacha (Stray Kids)

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

author's note: wahhh this was so difficult to write! I had the hardest time writing the fight, so I apologize if it comes across as rushed. This is the last one in this little series FOR NOW. I will probably do something with minsung x reader in the future, but I still have 2 long-form Chan x reader fics that I'd like to finish and post. I hope y'all liked this! I think I'll be making a masterlist for the series eventually, because this Besties with Benefits story could be endlessly fun to play with. Please stay tuned for more spicy stuff in between my more elaborate stories. Love y'all! xx Minty

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pegging switch!jisung.

and minho is watching. what if reader got the dick molded after minho's? and obviously jisung is going to be a whimpering mess but what if minho gets fucking jealous because jisung is also making noises he doesn't usually make with minho? so what is reader doing differently with the same fucking dick? it would drive him fucking insane. and then he needs so much reassurance after and jisung would be more than willing to give that to him.

I can't stop thinking about it. ~ 🥟

friend ..... please ........ oh. my. god.

🔞 2.1k words; afab!reader but no gender specified uh ... pegging, unsurprisingly

"Ya-ah," Jisung pants out, every syllable deliciously punched out of him by another one of your languid thrusts into his hole. His expression has long melted into one of sheer pleasure where it's smushed against Minho's hip, his ability to suck Minho's cock long forgotten.

And it's not like Minho isn't enjoying the view, no. Really, it drives him absolutely insane, Jisung, pink and sweaty and absolutely fucked dumb, the knowledge that this is what Jisung looks like every time Minho fucks him into the mattress.

And he knows it's silly, completely nonsensical, to be jealous of you, his own partner, especially when you're fucking Jisung with a picture perfect silicone replica of his own cock, but he can't help it – the self-doubt bubbles, grows, rankling deeply in his chest with every raspy mewl Jisung lets out, every moan that starts low and peters out high, like his body is racked with wave and wave of pleasure.

"Fuuuuuuck, baby, ah, BABY," Jisung mewls, as a string of spit runs down his chin. His free hand scrambles to hold onto Minho, fingertips digging into his hipbone. "So good, baby, don't stop, don't fucking ... ah, stop."

Minho's cock twitches, despite himself. He's so hard it hurts, red and swollen and leaking pathetically where its lying against his stomach, still slick with Jisung's spit. How could it not when Jisung looks so fucking gone.

But that was the problem – he had never seen Jisung this gone. In all the years, all the nights of fucking, of lovemaking, of everything in between, never had Jisung looked and sounded so utterly out of his mind with pleasure, moaned so unabashedly, so obscenely that Minho knew they would get complaints.

What was different now? This was a replica of his cock, goddammit. And it wasn't even real. Silicone. It couldn't feel as good as the real thing, Minho knows. Real cock, hot and warm and pulsing, it's better, so much better. But you wouldn't be able to tell, looking at Jisung with his eyes permanently rolled back into his pretty little head.

And it's not like he didn't want him to enjoy it, god no. When you suggested it his heart had plummeted into his cock at the thought of you fucking Jisung. It lived up the hype, too, the image of your pretty hands around Jisung's hips, the focus on your face, the almost crazed look in your eyes as you buried the strap into him. The way you'd kicked Jisung's legs apart earlier, the way Jisung had squealed – that would be seared into Minho's memory for the rest of his life.

But now ... he just ... he didn't, but ... what were you doing that he couldn't? How the fuck were you taking Jisung apart like this, the way Minho had never ever managed to.

The thought gnaws at him, makes his dick soft in record time, though it's not like you can see or Jisung had the werewithal to notice – no, Jisung was drooling his way towards his orgasm with every controlled roll of your hips, every perfectly punctuated thrust, until you reached around him and tugged at his cock twice and then he came, choking on his own spit, gurgling and moaning, spilling and spilling over the sheets and Minho's legs until he has nothing left to give, before collapsing on Minho's chest.

Absentmindedly, Minho wraps an arm around him, watches quietly as you carefully pull out of Jisung, pat his ass when he mewls out a complaint. You're undoing the strap when Jisung finally manages to speak.

"That was the best dicking down I've ever had, hands down, sorry Minho," he giggles, and it's clearly, undoubtedly, 100% meant as a joke, meant to make you feel good about your first time pegging him (or anyone) but it slices right into Minho's chest.

"Ha," he breathes out, a cheap imitation of a careless laugh, but he's clearly lost his edge because Jisung's head whips around to him immediately, and you freeze, your hands hovering over the buckles.

"Hyung ...?" Jisung asks, his eyes wide, full of concern, and Minho can't bear the look of them. The self-doubt in his chest bubbles up, threatens to drown him. As gently as he can, he pushes Jisung off, tries to wiggle back, put some distance between him and them, but the headboard ruins his plans, so all he ends up achieving is pushing Jisung away.

He watches, devastated, as Jisung's lower lips wobbles, before he bravely swallows it down. Fuck, he should've kept it for longer, let Jisung's hormones settle, before he did something so … harsh.

You're unfrozen now, quickly tugging off the strap and carelessly chucking it down the side of the bed before carefully crawling closer to Minho, clearly wanting to be close to him, wanting to understand ...

Minho feels awful.

"It's nothing, don't worry," Minho mumbles, "I'm fine. Just ... felt overwhelmed."

Jisung blinks at him, then down at his soft cock, before he looks back at him with a furrow of his brow. Minho feels ridiculous, sitting there, with his flaccid dick out. Absentmindedly, he grabs one of the pillows next to him, shoves it over his lap. It makes him feel a little bit safer, at least. Creates a barrier between him and you and Jisung ... something he never wanted to want in the first place. Fuck, now there are tears starting to sting at his waterline.

"Minho?" you ask gently, and settle down to sit next to him, facing him, your thigh resting against his. But you don't attempt to get closer. Minho's grateful for that.

"It's nothing," Minho repeats, but Jisung isn't having any of it.

"What do you mean it's nothing? It's clearly not nothing," he exclaims, exasperation clear in his voice. "It's clearly not nothing. Did we do something? I was really out of it, I"m sorry, I don't remember. Did I say something? I probably said something ..."

He looks frazzled, loopy, his chest heaving quicker and quicker, like he's about to fly into a full-blown panic and Minho and you react at the same time.

Quickly, Minho tugs Jisung forward and against his chest, tucking him firmly under his arm. You scoot closer, too, your hand rubbing soothing, grounding circles into Jisung's back, his waist, his hip, anything you can reach.

"It's okay, Jisungie, calm down," Minho coos, but Jisung shakes his head.

"N-no, it's not okay, please tell me what I said, I'm sorry, whatever I did."

You shush him gently, learn forward to rest your head on Jisung's arm, peppering soft kisses up to his shoulder.

"Jisungie, it's okay, he loves you, I love you, it's all okay."

Jisung sniffles, and you are looking at him so tenderly, so full of care and worry as you press another kiss into his skin, right onto one of his beauty marks, and Minho breaks.

"I ... I got jealous," he breathes out. Jisung's head whips up, but Minho keeps his eyes on you. You look at him slowly, calmly. He holds onto your calm, hopes it will tether him through this.

"I was watching you and you were ... you were making sounds I never heard you make and I ... got in my head about it, I got jealous."

With the way he's staring at you, Minho catches the twinge of hurt that flashes over your face.

"It's stupid, it's dumb, it has nothing to do with you, it was all me and my stupid self-doubt," he mumbles, tries to make it better, but something he said must've hurt you, because you're avoiding his eyes now.

Unmoored, no longer tethered, he flounders.

"I swear, baby, please, it wasn't because you were making him feel good, because I enjoyed it, okay? I loved it, it was so fucking hot. I love when you make each other feel good. Hell, I love watching that the most. It was just a moment, just a stupid moment, okay, I just got into my own head."

He doesn't realise how fast his breath is coming until Jisung places his palm on one and presses his nose into Minho's other cheek. Minho tries to swallow down the panic, but it only makes him feel dizzy.

"It had nothing to do with you, ..." Minho mumbles out, pathetically. He reaches out to you, grabs your arm hesitantly, gently tugs at it, a wordless invitation into his arms – one that you take, to his immense relief.

You settle in against his shoulder, almost a mirror image to where Jisung is still cradling his face softly. Humming a melody, his own breath still hiccuping in his chest.

The three of you are quiet for a long time. Tucked into Minho’s arms, his fingers trailing softly over skin, Jisung’s arm slung over so he can touch you and vice versa - until the moment passes, the panic subsides. Lulled back into calm, Jisung is the first to speak.

“I wasn’t being serious, hyung, I hope you know that,” he says, quietly, hesitantly. Minho sighs and Jisung stiffens, but Minho presses a soft kiss into his hair, one that makes Jisung relax again.

“It’s okay if you did,” he murmurs, and he finds that he means it. There’s a twinge where his heart is, but he means it.

Jisung pouts up at him, visibly not at all happy with Minho’s dismissal.

He extricates himself from Minho’s arms and moves so he can straddle Minho’s hips. His groin is still sticky with cum and lube, and it should be gross, but when has Minho ever been normal about Jisung.

You scoot your lower body away from Minho to accommodate for Jisung and Minho’s arm tightens around you automatically. He wants, no needs you close still. Both of you.

“Hyung, I just said it, it was just a throwaway comment. Because, I mean, god, Y/Nie, it was incredible. But it wasn’t better or worse than you Min, it was just …”

“Different,” you finish his sentence, nodding like it suddenly makes sense, “it’s the same with how both of you fuck me. Not one better than the other, both good in their own way.”

Jisung nods, smiles, squeezes your arm affectionately.

“Yeah, it was different. So, so good also because it was different. Because Y/Nie was fucking me, which is so mind-blowingly hot, but also because I could see you. I could hold onto you.”

Jisung leans down, folds himself over Minho and you until he can rest one sweet hand on your back, and cradle Minho’s face in his palm with the other. “I wouldn’t want to trade your cock for the world, hyung.”

He says it so earnestly, blinking at Minho with his big sparkly doe eyes, that it shocks a little giggle out of him. Jisung pouts again, his eyebrows pulling into an adorable little frown.

“Don’t laugh, I mean it! I love your cock!”

He wiggles around on Minho unhappily and in the process, grinds said cock against between his cheeks.

Minho’s laugh peters out into a little moan, and Jisung lights up with an unfairly sexy smirk as he grinds down with more intention.

“Can I show you, hyung?” he asks, “please can I show you?”

He swivels his hips, his wet, hot little hole catching ever so slightly on the head of Minho’s cock and Minho knows he’ll be rock hard again in seconds. He nods absentmindedly. As if it was ever a question.

Then, Minho feels you fingers, trailing a path over his stomach, up to his pecs, before you start rubbing the sensitive bud of his nipple. He gasps, whips his head over to you.

You’re staring up at him, lips slightly parted, watching him so intently he feels like he’s going insane. He dips down and presses his lips to yours in a messy, badly coordinated, but achingly loving kiss.

“Don’t be mad at me, please,” he mumbles against your lips, “I love you. I want you to love each other. I was being stupid.”

You shush him quietly, press another kiss to his parted lips. Jisung is grinding on him in earnest now, though he has slipped further down, allowing his own already hard again cock to slide against Minho’s in a sinuous glide that pulls sweet gasps from his lips.

“It’s okay, I get it,” you murmur, slide your tongue over his teeth sinfully. Minho’s cock throbs, and he nips at your bottom lip, so eager to taste, to devour you he can barely wait for the “I love you” to leave your bitten lips before he dives in and kisses you, hard.

And then Jisung reaches behind him, lines Minho up with his hole and sinks down and Minho sees stars.

“Let us show you how much we love you, hyung,” he rasps out.

And, god, does Minho feel loved.

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Hi! I don't know if I've ever sent in a request to you before and, if I did, I hope you don't mind another one. Didn't mean to spam, I promise; I just really like your fake texts with SKZ.

If you're comfy with it, can you do an angsty enemies-to-lovers fake text with Changbin as the reader's love interest, but they started out really disliking each other? Then one day, the reader's ex-boyfriend came to their workplace to make trouble for her and, since Changbin was the only one around at that time, he grudgingly came to her rescue. That's when they put their differences aside and got to know each other better.

Or something similar, or with other SKZ members if you think this one fits another member better.

Thank you!

THIS TURNED INTO 44 SCREENSHOTS WOOOOOOOW, EVERYONE BUCKLE UP!!!!!!! Because of tumblr's photo limits I have to split this post into two parts, but I'm posting them at the same time so no waiting!!!!!! Let's goooo!!!!!!!

Contains Changbin being a bitch, harassment from an ex, slow burn. Includes texts between Changbin/Y/N, Felix/Changbin, Felix/Y/N, SKZ group chat, Y/N/SKZ, Felix/Han, Han/Y/N | part two link

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↳ 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?”

Oooh fuck yes. My StayTiny heart is ready

Down The Rabbit Hole

Series Masterlist (Preview)

**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)