INSOMNIA CHAPTER #2

INSOMNIA 불면증 CHAPTER #2

CHAPTER SYNOPSIS: While you’re caught in the dilemma of either continuing your unusual agreement with your roommate or just cutting it off because of your unrequited feelings for him, another person of your friend group approaches you with a similar offer. Too bad you can’t stand him, right? But will you still be able to resist when his fingers slowly start trailing your curves and the filthiest words leave his lips?

💫 GENRE: angst, smut

🗝 WORD COUNT: 10.8k

🧸 CONTENT INFO: chan x afab reader, minho x afab reader, nonidol!au, university!au, fwb, friends2lovers, reader is queer, roommate!chan, frenemy!minho, childhoodfriend!tzuyu (twice), roommate!lisa (blackpink), roommate!felix, miyeon ((g)i-dle), members of ateez, original characters; minho our favourite tsundere, seonghwa is annoying in this one I’m sorry, the reader is annoying as well but in a different way

🍃 WARNING: chan has insomnia, reader has depression, mention of SA in the past (not explicit and none of the idols of course!!), lots of insecurities about society’s expectations regarding romance and sex, dad joke about new year I’m so sorry I couldn’t resist, alcohol consumption, mention of acrophobia and aquaphobia, mention of food, description of anxiety attack, cigarette smoking (reader smokes once and it’s mentioned that reader’s friends do it as well at parties)

✨ SMUT WARNING: dom!minho, sub!reader, fingering, name calling (doll, darling, good girl, pretty), discussion of safe word

💌 AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you all for being so patient 😭 I’ve went through a long writer’s block, almost wanted to do it all over again until a sparkle of motivation hit me and voilà that’s what we’ve got now. Enjoy!! 💚 also feedback (comments & reblogs) are highly appreciated!!

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The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Also minors do not interact, this post contains mature themes. By clicking on “read more” you consent to nsfw content.

“Is it alright with you if I open the window for a few minutes? The air in here is stuffy,” Tzuyu asks, as she already makes her way up towards the other side of your childhood room. 

Agreeing with her statement, you nod as you watch her reach for the handle. The fresh yet freezing air immediately fills the room. You feel your brain waking up a bit, only realising now how tired you’ve gotten. Since Christmas Eve has been some days ago, the temperatures have dropped to their lowest. Still, you haven’t given up on the possibility of some snowy days, even after the holidays.

Agreeing with her statement, you nod as you watch her reach for the handle. The fresh yet freezing air immediately fills the room. You feel your brain waking up a bit, only realising now how tired you’ve gotten. Since Christmas Eve has been some days ago, the temperatures have dropped to their lowest. Still, you haven’t given up on the possibility of some snowy days, even after the holidays.

Agreeing with her statement, you nod as you watch her reach for the handle. The fresh yet freezing air immediately fills the room. You feel your brain waking up a bit, only realising now how tired you’ve gotten. Since Christmas Eve has been some days ago, the temperatures have dropped to their lowest. Still, you haven’t given up on the possibility of some snowy days, even after the holidays.

Agreeing with her statement, you nod as you watch her reach for the handle. The fresh yet freezing air immediately fills the room. You feel your brain waking up a bit, only realising now how tired you’ve gotten. Since Christmas Eve has been some days ago, the temperatures have dropped to their lowest. Still, you haven’t given up on the possibility of some snowy days, even after the holidays.

Snow has always relaxed your mind, so it’s exactly what you would need right now, trying to get your mind off of as much stress as possible. And for as long as your desirable weather hasn’t arrived yet, spending time with your childhood friend does a good job as well.

You’ve missed it. You’ve really missed it – spontaneously meeting up with Tzuyu, talking about life and all the little disasters you both have to go through until 3 AM in the morning with either a hot chocolate or mulled wine in one hand and your phone in the other, showing your best friend pictures to keep her update on your not so busy life. 

The only thing that’s really changed is time, if you’re honest. Tzuyu and you still look the same, still think the same, still act the same around each other as if it hasn’t been years since you’ve graduated and gone separate ways to fulfill your dreams. Whereas you’ve moved to a city far away, Tzuyu has stayed in your hometown, taking a degree in music at university here, while working in your favourite restaurant. The one at the corner between two narrow alleys in an older part of town where they sell the best pasta and pizza dishes, as you both still claim until this day.

From time to time you get a bit anxious, if she’s mad at you for leaving her here. Unfortunately it’s always been one of your bad coping mechanisms to just bugger off and abandon your home when things get heavy, wanting to start new somewhere else. That’s what you did two years ago. Leaving everything behind to escape your troubles, which has worked mediocrely well. The troubles always seem to find you again, once you’re in your childhood town.

“Should we go to the club later? I’ve heard there’s a 90s party today.” Tzuyu’s words wake you up from your daydreams, as you hope she doesn’t notice how your mind drifted off. “I don’t know. There’s probably going to be many people from our year.” 

“Drinks are on me! It’s a great opportunity to get wasted and to get your mind off of this person you’re constantly thinking about.” She giggles and takes a few sips from her hot chocolate. You haven’t told your best friend about Chan yet. She actually does know him already, they have even met and get along quite well. 

“I’ve told you– there is no one,” you lie, hiding your face filled with suspicion by drinking your beverage. Your gaze escapes hers, but Tzuyu tilts her head in a way she’s able to look into your eyes. “Stop lying to me. I’m hurt.” She brings her hand on her chest, laying it right where her heart is. The fake-hurt plastered all over her face makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head in annoyance.

“You’ve gotta buy a lot of alcohol for that. Probably gonna be broke by the end of the night if it’s really your biggest wish to find out who he is.” That’s everything she needs to hear. When the corners of her mouth raise, creating a smirk, you realise she’s got you right where she wants you. “Ha! So there is someone!”

You’re doing everything within your might to escape her glances, but she doesn’t give you even a tiny bit of peace. Poking your side, Tzuyu patiently waits for you to admit a bit more. 

“Come on, Y/N, you’ve gotta tell me a bit more now.”

Your best friend stands up, still impatiently waiting, heading towards the bag she’s brought with her. Pulling out an above average size wine bottle, she toddles back to her seat next to you. After opening it, the liquid meets the glasses you’ve prepared beforehand. 

“Give me the wine first–“ you demand, shooting a strict glare at her. “On my way, what do you think I’m doing here?” Tzuyu hands you the beverage and grabs the other glass for herself.

Not caring anymore about how tonight will end, since you’ve already decided to attend this shitty party at the local club, you gulp down the whole glass at once. The cold liquid meets your throat and with every little drop running towards your stomach, you feel your body heating up – quite opposite to the weather outside.

When you place the now empty object back onto the table, you notice Tzuyu’s big eyes flickering between the item and your face.

“Now I’m concerned, bestie,” she whispers, before taking a sip from her own drink. Wasting no time, she fills your glass to the brim again, waiting for your answer.

“You’ve gotta promise not to laugh at me. Because you know him.”

Her eyes threaten to fall out by now, face getting even closer to you in excitement.

“I promise. Come on, spill it already.”

You take another deep breath, closing your eyes before you speak.

“But it’s embarrassing. He’s my roommate.”

Tzuyu’s palms immediately find her mouth, preventing any squealing sound to escape her lips.

“It’s Chan.”

She wiggles her eyebrows in a half-seductive, half-joking way.

“Good choice. So are you both official already? When’s the wedding? Should I make an appointment at a bridal shop?”

When you don’t answer, your best friend immediately senses there’s something wrong.

“Y/N, it’s unrequited, isn’t it?”

You simply nod, glancing down onto the floor as your fingers start twirling the carpet underneath your feet.

“Is there a chance he likes you as well?”

There is no harm in her words, still, you’re nearly at the verge of tears again.

“N-No,” you speak with broken words, “we’re kinda in a friends with benefits situation and he would have made a move if he wanted too. It’s been too long.”

“I see. Is there a possibility to talk about it with him?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“Not really. It seems rather hopeless to me. Also, I'm not even sure if I am ready for anything serious. He’s way too important to me as a friend, you know?”

Tzuyu gives you a warm smile, the patting on your upper arm making you look up at her.

“It’ll work out when the time is right. Trust me, okay?”

☽

It’s been some time since you’ve felt this alive. Swinging your hips to the rhythm, you get lost in the sound of the music, the noise of the bass synchronising with the beat of your heart. The tunes of your favourite songs crawl up into your ears, making it so easy to forget your little and bigger troubles.

Tzuyu takes both your hands, joining you with her dance moves similar to your own. It’s good to be back. It’s good to be together with her again, your childhood best friend you still call your other half up until this day. Her face is filled with joy, a wide smile from ear to ear, telling she’s having as much fun as you are.

“We should get some drinks. They’re on me,” Tzuyu suggests, already guiding you towards the bar through the crowd of sweaty people accidentally bumping into each other.

“Of course, just like you’ve promised.” You add a wink to your sentence. She’s not able to see your expression and neither are you to witness her scoffing jokingly.

Once you’ve made it to the bartender, Tzuyu orders for the both of you, while you suddenly feel a stranger’s hand on your shoulder.

“It’s really you!” The voice screams through the loud room, getting a bit closer and you soon realise who it is.

“Yunho! Nice to see you, it has been ages.” You allow him to hug you – you swear he’s even taller compared to the last time you’ve met. “It really is. How are you? How’s it going?”

That’s when Tzuyu gets the beverages and turns around, instantly greeting your old friend as well. “We can sit down a bit, if you want. I’m here with Wooyoung. He should be over there.” Yunho points to the couch a bit far away from the bar, letting you know you’d have to make your way through the crowd again.

“Great idea!” Tzuyu decides for the both of you, already dragging you along with her as you both follow the tall boy. 

☽

“No no no no– it wasn’t like that. I didn’t exactly know he was our biology teacher's daughter, okay?”

Wooyoung lets his face fall into the palms of his hands. The embarrassment can be felt in the whole club.

“And two years younger than you–“ Yunho’s words cause his younger friend to let out a high pitched squeal, almost similar to a mouse being caught by a cat.

“So you’ve got a thing for the innocent daughter of your enemy teacher?” Tzuyu asks in between giggles.

“Dude– it’s been what? Three years? And you’re still calling me out on that?”

“Well then she’s finally over 18 now, right? Should give it another try– maybe she can teach you some anatomy.” The ongoing back and fourth of Wooyoung’s and Tzuyu’s bickering has always entertained you.

Still, there’s this odd feeling in your chest from earlier since you’ve had that talk about Chan with your best friend. Possibly, it’s just all the booze talking but you’re getting a bit emotional now – especially whilst talking about your love lives.

“What about Y/N? How’s the dating game going for you?” Wooyoung adds a smirk to his question, getting a scolding look from his older friend. 

“There isn’t really anything going on,” you mutter but your friends still catch your words. “No special one?” He asks again.

Gulping down the rest of your drink, you’re trying your best to avoid the unreadable glimpses. Yes, there is something going on. A lot, exactly. But not what you want, what your heart desires. The lack of intimation on a romantic level is eating you alive.

Also, the fact you haven’t really heard a lot from Chan the past couple of days makes it a lot harder. Sure, he’s currently visiting his family just like you, but he could have sent a message, right?

Except for this one greeting a few days ago on Christmas Eve. Which was obviously a message he just copy pasted and sent to all of his contacts. He’s been behaving weird lately and of course he’s not the only one to blame.

But the more you think about it, the less this feels like him acting truthfully to you. The more you think about it, the less you believe he wants this agreement to continue. The more you think about it, the more you believe he might have met someone. 

And the more you think about this part again, the more you believe it’s something serious.

“HELLO?! EARTH TO Y/N!” Tzuyu screams at you, both considering your short session of zoning out and the bass echoing through the room.

“Sorry, what was the question?” You clear your throat in an attempt to get rid of the weird atmosphere. 

“What’s their name?” Wooyoung asks, a mischievous smile decorating his face. “Who?” You reply.

“The person you’re in love with, stupid.”

“There’s no person–“

“Y/N, you don’t have to lie to your friends, it’s obvious.”

“Maybe she doesn’t want to talk about it,” Yunho says now, trying to change the topic.

“No, Yunho, it's alright,” you start, shifting a bit in your seat. The alcohol does wonders to your confidence, you’ve always been a person who tends to overshare when given the right amount of liquor and a fitting atmosphere.

“You’ll tell me I’m stupid though because he’s my friends with benefits.” Your confession makes them sigh out in pity, it’s at that moment you remember Wooyoung has experienced something similar – with a disastrous outcome.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart” – this nickname usually only leaves his lips when he really means it, indicating you’ve fucked up big times – “but I can tell you it’s a dead end. I bet he has been behaving differently lately, hasn’t he?”

It’s as if Wooyoung is able to read your mind, his new demeanour – no sign of even an ounce of bratiness left in his appearance – telling you he’s actually being serious now, done playing games to sugarcoat problems.

“Y/N, it seems like you’ve just moved apartments,” Wooyound continues, getting a bit closer to you as a comforting gesture, “since there’s a lot to unpack here.”

His joking words cause a smile to appear on your face, as he’s pulling you into a hug. 

You know you can trust your friends and they’re patiently waiting for you to start with the story.

☽

Saying you’re wasted would be an understatement. The combination of getting together with your three closest friends from your childhood and the cheap alcohol at the local club of your hometown has never been a good idea.

That’s why you’re standing in front of said venue now, struggling to light the cigarette that’s placed between your fingers.

Once you’ve successfully managed that overwhelming task, you take a deep drag from it, the nicotine filled smoke instantly being spread into your lungs. 

Obviously, this doesn’t help you with sobering up again and you soon find yourself scrolling through the contacts in your phones, dialling the number you’re looking for once you’ve found it.

“Hey, Y/N, how’s it going?”

Chan’s voice rings through the speaker.

“I’ve thought about us, Channie,” you start, swaying around as the floor under your feet seems to move on its own. Your drunk personality is glad about the fact your level of intoxication gets unnoticed by Chan. 

“You did?” He asks shyly, patiently waiting for a response.

“Hm, I did,” you say, taking another puff on your cigarette.

“I think it’s better if we end this thing between us, Channie.”

The blonde doesn’t know what’s making him more furious – the fact you’re cutting him off over the phone or the audacity you have to still call him by this nickname that always makes his stupid heart flutter.

“I– Are you sure about that?”

You hum under your breath.

“Yeah, definitely. It’s for the better.”

For a while he doesn’t say anything and you ask him if he’s still there.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m here,” he says, waiting a few more seconds before he continues.

“If that’s what you want, that’s okay. I’ll see you on New Year’s Eve then.”

Before you’re able to reply, he’s already hung up.

☽

If avoiding your (no longer) friend with benefits was an Olympic game, you would definitely stand on the victory podium now, waiting to get your medal covered in gold.

It’s been only a few hours since you came back to your shared apartment, both happy and uneasy to leave your hometown. The familiar comfort surely has helped you to escape your problems, mainly the situation with Chan. Still, you look forward to tonight’s New Year’s Eve party, already excited to see all your friends again.

Felix and Lisa had already been back at the place, when you entered the apartment. Since all three of you are still busy preparing drinks and food, you almost don’t notice Chan joining you in the kitchen. 

“I’ve bought some more drinks from the store,” he says as a way of greeting when he enters the room, placing the items on the round table. 

“There’s no time left, the first guests will arrive in less than ten minutes,” Lisa rushes, almost screaming her words out to no one in particular. The stress is already getting to her head again, making a great job in spreading the tensed atmosphere through the whole room.

“We’ve got this, don’t worry,” Felix reassures her, as he steps behind her and massages her shoulders so she feels at least a bit more comfortable. It does do wonders, you soon observe her facial expression relaxing.

A few moments later, the first guests arrive and in the blink of an eye, everyone has got their drinks as you gather all together on the big sofas and around the table. Vicky and Miyeon join you on some pillows on the floor, already joking around and appreciating you being back again.

A sudden ringing of the door bell awakens you from your daydreaming session, as you hastily blink a few times.

“Hongjoong, Seonghwa,” Lisa greets them, her loud voice echoing through the apartment. “Always on time.”

Her sarcastic comment makes you chuckle a bit, until you come to the realisation Seonghwa will probably continue his usual ‘hitting-on-Y/N-until- she-gets-annoyed’ ritual this evening. So you’re already standing up to get as far away from the front door as possible.

Until Hongjoong spots you and it would be unfair of you to avoid him since it’s not his fault his best friend doesn’t know how to behave.

“Y/N, long time no see,” he greets you and you waste no time pulling him into a warm hug. “How’s it going?” The common small talk continues, as you make sure to get him a starter drink for the night while refilling your own glass.

You’re so deeply occupied in him speaking of his time at home over the holidays, you nearly don’t notice an unfamiliar face is making its way towards you. The girl has long light brown hair, her choice of outfit rather simple, still you would be a liar if you didn’t admit she’s beautiful.

Getting your hopes up high, the idea of her being Seonghwa’s girlfriend starts bubbling up in your head. If that’s the case, tonight’s gonna be very chill since he probably won’t hit on you.

“Hey, I’m Macy,” she introduces herself, approaching you in the meantime. “Y/N, nice to meet you. You’re one of Seonghwa’s friends?”

The girl nods, a shy smile decorating her face. “Yes. Thanks for the invitation!” You return the generosity by handing her a drink and soon after she’s already on her way again to greet the other people.

“She seems nice,” you tell Hongjoong, who’s still standing beside you. 

“Oh, yeah. She’s a friend of mine as well. Oh– I introduced her to Chan a few weeks ago and– don’t tell him you’ve got this from me,” he gets a bit closer to you so he’s able to whisper into your ear, “but they’ve been on a date and she’s got a huge crush on him.”

A wink and a smirk follow his statement and you just awkwardly chuckle at his words. There’s really no time to respond to anything since Hongjoong gets taken away by Vicky. She’s wanted to talk to him for a while now.

They went on a date?

Hongjoong’s word don’t stop echoing through your head, no matter what you do or try to think about instead.

He went on a date with her?

You’re a fool after all. Wooyoung has been right after all and you’re glad now, he’s warned you.

Get over him.

The counter with all the snacks looks less busy at the moment, so you decide to go there, hoping to get some time to yourself. Ironic, considering you’re in the middle of a party.

Unfortunately for you, no other than Chan has had the same idea. Almost contemporaneously you meet him there, as you’re both now standing in front of the huge collection of food and drinks.

Unsure how to act, he gives you an uptight smile, reaching for some of the crisps in front of him.

“So– Macy,” you start speaking. Always an expert at making the most awkward conversations in the whole room. You curse yourself for that.

Still, you can’t help yourself. If your own feelings for Chan aren’t killing you, the growing curiosity will do it instead.

“We went on a date last week. When you were at home. The day after your call.”

Regret instantly starts rushing through your veins. The possibility you could have turned all of this around was within reach, but you’ve been at the wrong station when that train was leaving.

No, actually, you weren’t at the wrong station. Instead you were manipulating the train not to depart at all by throwing your emotional-avoidance-garbage onto the tracks.

“I mean. It was a casual thing after all, wasn’t it?”

That’s the only thing you can come up with now, Y/N?

“Right.”

Chan’s agreement leaves a bitter aftertaste but when Miyeon calls you from the other side of the room, making you snap your head in her direction, the blonde has already left when you turn back around.

☽

Ten.

The countdown finally starts, summoning the new year. At this point of the night, you’re all back together around the table in the living room, glasses of the cheapest champagne the store had to offer in everyone’s hands.

Nine, eight, seven.

Vicky’s telling a joke to Felix, his mouth instantly falling agape and you’re a bit sad you’ve missed what she said. She’s always making you laugh without any effort.

Six, five, four.

Seonghwa is looking your way again, as if he’s hoping to celebrate the first seconds of the new year with you. But luckily you don’t notice.

Three.

The air in the room is disastrous and for a moment you contemplate opening the window. You’re sure, the scent of all your idiotic friends smoking inside the kitchen will be glued to the furniture for a few days.

Two.

The amount of bubbles in your beverage is already decreasing, telling you this is in fact a fucking cheap champagne, but there’s no going back now anyway.

One.

Fireworks outside start shooting high up to the stars, melting into one with them when they meet their destination.

Happy New Year.

Everyone is already cheering around in the kitchen, embracing each other as the clinking sound of the glasses echoes through the small room.

Vicky is the first one to pull you into a hug and soon everyone is speaking at the same time, noises and noises flooding into your ears.

It’s a moment of happiness, a moment of feeling welcomed. 

But then you see the last thing you’ve ever needed to see.

Her lips on his.

Macy’s lips on Chan’s.

That stupid girls’ lips on your best friend you’re secretly in love with.

Stupid Macy’s lips on Channie’s.

Your Channie.

With the way his back is only visible for you, you can’t figure out if he’s returning her actions. But the lack of resistance tells you enough.

And when a few of your friends start cheering when they notice them both kissing, you can’t fight it anymore. The tears are practically waiting on your lash lines for their kickoff, ready to start running down your cheeks.

“Oh, I’m from now on the biggest Chacy shipper– these two would make the absolute perfect couple.” Hongjoong’s words cause a stinging ache in your heart, a thousand tiny needles pricking into your stomach.

Happy new fucking year.

In the blink of an eye, you’ve made your way out of the centre of the party, heading to the bathroom to get inside. Instantly sinking down to the floor, the tears finally burst free, sprinting down your face one after another.

Your breath hitches, then you inhale deeply, just for the air to get stuck on its way down to your lungs. The anxiety has found its home in your body, by now threatening to rule over it.

The last remaining piece of control has successfully abandoned you, the hateful thoughts fully dominating your mind. Just like a vicious spiral, as you’re mentally at the same position like your mental state – on the floor.

Knock knock.

The noise startles you, your whole body visibly shrugging for a second when your ears recognise the sound.

There’s only one person who could be outside of the bathroom now, trying to talk to you.

“Chan leave me the fuck alone. I don’t wanna see you right now.” The bathroom continues to be filled with your sobs, the muffled noises echoing through it.

“Are you okay?” A familiar voice asks, who turns out to clearly not be your roommate.

Slowly approaching the door, you open it and look straight into Minho’s eyes – the person you’ve last expected to be here if you’re honest.

“Jesus Christ. You look like fucking shit,” he blurts out, not even trying to mince his words, as he speaks as direct as he always does.

“Thank you, I wouldn’t have noticed without your kind help,” you sarcastically reply, rolling your eyes in disbelief after squeezing them shut.

“Be thankful I’m even looking after you.” Wow. Now he’s gaslighting you? No wonder you’ve never liked this dude. The way how highly he’s thinking of himself lets shivers run down your spine.

“Don’t worry, I can take care of myself,” you say, before you pass him, making sure to push him with your shoulder once you get closer. Just a simple sign of disapproval, nothing more.

And if your ears weren’t ringing from all the crying and noisy music, you would have noticed the tiny chuckle leaving Minho’s lips and a mumbled ‘unbelievable’ after it.

Walking through the corridor, you enter the kitchen again while the suffocating scent of alcohol and cigarettes lingers in the air. Making your way through the crowds of people, you suddenly notice Seonghwa staring at you again, even suggestively waving in your direction.

That’s all you need in order to escape his glances yet another time, since you’re definitely not in the mood for any of his overtures right now.

But let’s be honest. You never are when it comes to this guy.

The only difference that separates him from Minho is Seonghwa’s intrusive behaviour when it comes to flirting with you.

Sure, you’re always up to a little not so innocent conversation, as long as it stays that way and neither of the parties disrespect the others’ boundaries. He doesn’t necessarily do anything creepy or over the top, but the way he has with words – or rather doesn’t have – makes goosebumps erupt all over your skin. Not the good kind of way.

In conclusion, Minho is nothing like that. Sure, he can be annoying too and ask seductive questions, but neither of the few conversations the both of you had ended in total cringe. To be more precise, you’d be lying if you haven’t caught yourself daydreaming about the things he says occasionally when the timing is fitting.

So if you’re thinking about it, Minho would be a way better choice to get back at–

Wait, what?

No, no, no, no, no. We’re not doing that, Y/N, you tell yourself, trying to get at least one logical thought inside your brain again. Your mind visibly got way too foggy from all the crying.

Definitely the crying and not the thoughts of Minho’s hands roaming all over your body and telling you–

Stop. Now.

Think about something else–

Ah. Yes. Alcohol.

You make your way up to the kitchen counter, already grabbing a clean glass from the upper cabinet, when someone is intercepting you.

“You fancy a drink?”

The evil smirk is decorating Minho’s face again, his body closer than normal caused by the lack of space in the kitchen.

“What do you want now, Minho?”

“Oh, you know, the usual things. Make you a drink, if you insist of course, talk a bit, flirt a bit, you underneath me, screaming my name while you struggle not to cum yet.”

You’re glad about the fact you haven’t started drinking yet, his words would have definitely caused you to spill out whatever beverage.

And Minho enjoys it. He enjoys the way you can’t hide your shyness about what he wishes to do to you. You’d blame it on the alcohol, but the fact you haven’t had a drink for some time rejects this thesis.

As if he’s able to read your mind and not only control it with his sinful words, Minho grabs the glass and fills a good amount of rum into it. You’re trying to concentrate on how the liquid splashes into the object, holding onto any logical thought able to cross your brain.

He then fills the remaining space with diet coke after putting in some ice cubes. Since he’s still busy drinking the rest of his beer, Minho doesn’t need anything else at this moment. Of course, except for your attention.

“Cheers. To a great year.”

He says, before bringing his glass to yours, the clinking sound echoing through the room. Minho makes sure to keep his eyes fixated on yours and the other way around.

“To a great year,” you say before taking a sip from the poisonous liquid, already sensing he's been very generous with the amount of alcohol he’s added.

Not even half an hour into said new year, the already awakening twists within the plot you call your love life let you question every decision you’ve made with Chan before. Sure, a few flirtatious gestures from a guy of your friend group you actually barely know won’t subside your feelings for your roommate. But there’s no harm in a little distraction, right?

Also, the way his shirt is clinging onto Minho’s firm chest makes you want to see more. 

Your fingers land on his forearm now, innocently caressing his soft skin, your gaze attached to them. 

“Trying to get my attention now, doll?”

Continuing your acting, your eyes find his own now. Minho doesn’t hesitate either, quickly leaning forward until his lips almost touch your earlobe and for a second you think he might start kissing you.

You don’t even care where his lips touch your skin, neck, cheeks, lips, chest– everything would be fine and you would allow him.

But it’s not the right time for that yet, at least that’s what Minho decides, when he quietly starts whispering, the words slipping out of his mouth so easily.

“Stop playing innocent, I know exactly what’s going on in this pretty but distracted little head of yours.”

Your heart skips a beat. Or two. Or maybe even more. You’re still blaming it on the alcohol, the heat and thunderous desire he creates between the both of you, every syllable falling from his mouth shoots sparkles through your veins.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you reply, looking at him with big doll-like eyes just to fit right into how he views you.

In the corner of your eyes, you witness your roommate again, suspiciously close to his new lover. One of his hands on her hips, the other one holding a drink. In your mind, you're praying for him to notice you but he just doesn’t seem to even catch a glimpse into your direction.

Nothing at all.

It’s as if you don’t exist and his eyes only crave to have that girl in their vision.

“I know you’re trying to make Chan jealous, but I can play right into your fantasy if you want me to, doll,” Minho tells you with a wink. His sudden confession makes your head snap back and you’re slightly embarrassed now he has noticed it.

“How do you–“ you start, not quite believing he must have really witnessed the tension between your roommate and you. Was it really that obvious? You’re starting to fall into a spiral of second-guessing yourself here.

“Even a blind person would see, darling. Neither of you do a good job in hiding it. So, I’ll stand by my offer. Unless you want to continue pathetically thinking about him, then I’m out. If you’re with me, your whole attention belongs to me, alright?”

The way he just casually uses in all these nicknames, throwing even the last remaining pieces of innocence out the window, leaves you breathless.

You’re in a constant flickering between hoping your roommate may decide to look at you, even if it’s just for a second, or this incredibly hot frenemy of yours to turn the filthiest of your fantasies into reality.

And Minho hasn’t even done anything yet. He hasn’t kissed you. He hasn’t touched you.

He’s already got you right where he wants you just by his words.

And you’re desperate. You’re desperate for touch, hoping to get over Chan by getting under Minho.

But you’re also desperate to feel something real instead of this ongoing back and forth of not admitting any feelings that are painfully obvious right there to each other. You’re not sure yet if Minho can give your heart everything it desires – if you’re honest you doubt he can give you anything involving any emotion except for lust but you’ve stopped caring.

That’s why you can’t help but nod, your eyes fixated on Minho’s own which are filled with pure hunger and evil.

“Consent, doll. I need you to tell me with words that you’re okay with being ruined by me.”

There’s no doubt respect has always been the one thing that has turned you on the most. It’s clear that the anticipation is surely killing you by now and you want the picture of his piercing gaze tattooed on your brain, so you will be able to see it again in front of your inner eyes whenever you like.

“Let’s go to my bedroom.”

Minho lets out a small chuckle, tilting his head to the side while his fingers brush your collarbones again before they catch a strand of your hair to play with.

“Needy, are we?”

Lee Minho, you will be the death of me, you think to yourself. 

By now you’re convinced there’s nothing but full desire flowing through your veins and you’re unable to believe how much of an impact he has on you when nothing has even started yet.

That’s even a new level of eagerness for you, if you’re honest.

“Shut up before I change my mind.”

You take his hand to guide him through the crowds of people, as Minho obediently follows suit. Because of the fact you’re walking in front of him, you’re not able to witness the mischievous smirk that’s plastered all over his face.

Before stepping out of the kitchen, you steal a last glance into Chan’s and the girl’s direction but they’re both so occupied in their conversation, he doesn’t notice you leaving to your bedroom with his friend.

To be fair, a tiny part of you wishes for him to see you. After all, Minho officiates as tonight’s rebound. It’s even what he’s offered. So what’s the point of revenge sex, if you can’t get back at the person who’s caused all your anger?

But there’s no time to rethink the decision once you enter your bedroom and he shuts the door behind you. Minho catches you between it and his body, pinning you against the wooden material. He keeps his dark eyes glued onto your face, causing your cheeks to heat up.

Just like a hunter aiming for their target.

Minho is the predator.

And you’re his long awaited prey.

That’s the last somewhat logical thought that crosses your mind, but it’s swept away in the blink of an eye when his lips capture yours for the first time. 

He doesn’t bother starting at a slow pace, instead goes all in from the beginning. He’s waited long enough and now he’s finally gathered up that necessary courage to push through, have you all to himself.

Chan’s loss, if he doesn’t know how to take care of her, Minho thinks to himself, while his lips are dancing with your own, his tongue slipping inside to explore your mouth.

As if you’re under a spell, you allow him to do what he wants. You don’t even bother his hands finding their way onto your hips, roughly gripping the soft flesh through your jeans.

Quicker than you’re able to realise, he’s already gotten rid of the belt attached to your trousers. His hand wanders inside, slowly pushing the soaked fabric of your panties aside and you feel Minho chuckle against your mouth.

Precum being smeared over your already wet folds, two of his fingers instantly find your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Look at you, practically dripping, just for me, pretty.”

Lips now busy on your neck, he creates a purple pattern of his own personal signature on your skin. His fingers expertly slide into your heat, effortlessly stretching out your walls, as his thumb keeps drawing circles on your clit.

It’s unbelievable how his touches affect you, as you feel yourself getting lost in the unbearable pleasure.

“Just like that, such a good girl, getting ready for all the things I’ve got planned with you,” he whispers in your ear, once he’s let go of your neck for a second. You simply whimper at his words, satisfaction taking over your whole body and brain.

Without realising it – who would’ve told him – Minho does the one thing, that’s causing everything to take the wrong turn, when he captures your lips with his, kissing you again. Even though some minutes ago, his kisses were all you could think about, now that you’re so intimate it causes uninvited thoughts to appear again.

It’s just kissing, you tell yourself, still it evokes the pictures from back in the kitchen again.

But every time you close your eyes, you see Chan in front of you. It’s pointless to try pushing these thoughts aside, they’re only getting worse by now once they evolve into something worse – not Chan kissing you, but kissing Macy instead.

It’s like you’ve been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel and the waitress was miserable just like your food. The waitress being Chan here, the food clearly an allegory for his new flame since he’s served their fresh love like a three course meal right in front of all the guests.

The ingredients he’s put into have definitely caused a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, almost to a degree that makes you want to get a test done for possible allergies considering the harsh reactions your body shows. The repetition of the picture inside your head, his lips on hers, makes your stomach turn. 

Panic starts running through your veins, once you realise you can’t push those thoughts aside, particularly with Minho’s digits inside you.

That’s why you don’t hesitate to grab his wrist, guiding his hand out of your jeans. For a moment he doesn’t say anything, clearly at a loss for words.

“Are you okay?”

His question is quiet, still the sound finds its way into your ears, making you nod as a non-verbal reply. Tears are stinging on your lower lash line and Minho is fast to notice, placing his hands on his hips in disbelief.

“Clearly you’re not. Have I done something wrong? Do you need anything?”

It’s not even connected to experiencing discomfort, still, your brain sometimes manages to give the familiar strong reactions of silence and the frozen state when being intimate with a person and the sudden urge to stop crashes in. There isn’t anything Minho did that was uncomfortable, the sole reason for you zoning out again is that you can’t get a different face out of your head.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” He asks another time, softly grabbing your face now to make you look at him.

“Maybe we can sit down for a second?” You quietly pose the question. “Of course.”

He is leading you towards your bed, carefully helping you to sit down as if you’re made of glass and he’s afraid to break you into a thousand tiny pieces, just like your shattered heart.

Once you feel your thoughts being back to reality again, you take a deep breath before you speak.

“I think this was a bad idea. I can’t stop thinking about him, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t you ever apologise for that, okay?” He tells you, his voice coming off stricter than he would have liked. Scaring you off is the last thing he wants now or would ever want, so he adds another few words, “I mean like in general. No matter what’s the reason, okay?”

He’s not doing it on purpose, pushing all the buttons that make you feel a bit more secure around him. But the idea that you could possibly talk to him about your traumatic experience from a few years ago once the situation is given, creates a green plus above your heads, the friendship bar of your relationship level increasing.

So you nod, giving him a thankful smile.

“You want some advice, pretty?”

“I’m not sure if you’re the right person for that, if I’m honest.”

He chuckles about the remark, a sign for you he agrees with your statement, even though he knows it’s not positive in the slightest.

“Yeah, no judgement about that. You know, I really meant what I said back in the bathroom.”

“Me looking like shit? Go fuck yourself then, Lee Minho.”

The brown haired rolls his eyes in annoyance, lips parting before he lets out a loud scoff.

“No, stupid. I mean, that I’m looking after you. I may seem intriguing but you can always talk to me about everything. We might be more similar than you think.”

Yeah, sure.

“How would you know? This is the longest conversation we’ve ever had.”

Fair point.

“Give me one chance tonight and I’ll prove to you, we’ll get along. If you’re not convinced I’ll leave you alone after it.”

Do you really have a choice here? The only two other options would be to either stay here alone and continue crying until you fall asleep from exhaustion or to get back into the crowd, probably experiencing another attack of tears streaming down your face once you see Chan and her.

“Alright.”

Right decision. Or at least so it seems.

“I’m gonna get some more drinks, if you want me too,” he says but his sentence sounds more like a question mark is attached at the end of it.

“Oh– no need for me to be honest. Unless you want some.” He shakes his head and turns his body around, so he’s facing you.

“So… what do you like to do?” He awkwardly begins, cringing at his own words.

“You know, that’s the worst thing you can ask a person. Whenever someone starts a conversation with this question, I forget my whole personality. My mind instantly goes blank.”

“Okay, okay. Sorry. Maybe you should start then.” 

“So, there’s nothing I hate more than small talk. Are you in for deep talks instead, Lee Minho?”

“Thank God. I can stop pretending now. I hate nothing more than small talk as well. I was gonna ask you if you like weather next.”

His confession causes a soft smile to erupt on your face, the weird tension slowly fading away. It’s at this moment you see a non-visible light bulb above his head, indicating he’s got an idea.

“What would you do if you won the lottery?”

“Depends on the amount of money.”

“A lot of money.”

You take a deep breath before answering, still contemplating how to put your thoughts into words. 

“Probably panic because I don’t know how to deal with financial situations in general. Maybe get this family sushi plate from the tiny Japanese restaurant downtown near the river and eat the whole meal by myself.”

“That sounds fucking sad.”

You scoff at his response, by now not even trying to hide your reaction. 

“I’ve told you– I am not acting responsible when it comes to money so it’s better for the sake of humanity to not give me too much in the first place. Even though I think most people would go insane with such an amount. So I’d probably give some of it to my mum and step dad and donate the rest of it for education or something.”

Minho nods at your response, shuffling around a bit on the bed. 

“Alright. That makes sense. You’re next asking a question.”

What’s something you’ve always wanted to know about Minho? Minho, the tsundere character of the Netflix show you call your friend group. Is there a possibility he’s just acting like that? He probably is, considering the fact he’s admitted to listen to and care for you.

Unless this was just part of his plan to help your jeans find their way to the carpet of your bedroom. 

But there must be at least something even Minho is afraid of, right?

“Let me think,” you try to gather your thoughts, “do you have any phobias?”

“I’m afraid of heights.” He pauses in order to think. ”And water.”

He’s quick to admit, leaving you a bit speechless since you haven’t expected him to blurt out a response that fast.

And Minho senses it. He senses it by the way you’re looking at him, not even realising your mouth is slightly agape.

“Surprised a guy like me is afraid of stuff?”

“A guy like you?”

What is that supposed to mean? Well, you do know what he means, still you’d like to hear his personal explanation. You’re dying to find out how he sees himself since Minho barely shares any private stuff.

“You know, always looking as if everyone annoys him, unreadable emotions. Sometimes being called mean because people don’t realise they’re crossing a line.”

Minho is in fact way more vulnerable than he seems and you wonder again if it’s the alcohol he’s had over the evening or just the fact he feels so comfortable around you for no explainable reason that’s making him confess all these thoughts.

“Do you think of yourself that way, too?” You ask him.

“It’s my turn first with another question, doll. A little more patience, please.”

You roll your eyes, knowing he’s just avoiding responding to your curiosity. Still, you decide to obey the rules since it’s the only chance to find out more about him.

“What’s the nicest compliment you’ve ever gotten?”

His question surprises you a bit, since you haven’t expected him to come up with something like that.

“Hm, let me think,” you start, trying to save some time, “ah– I’ve got something! My childhood best friend, her name is Tzuyu. We’re both still very close and tell each other everything. She’s been through a hard time some months ago and very frustrated, didn’t know what to do.”

Minho nods at your monologue, telling you he’s attentively listening and showing his actual interest in your story.

“But since I was very busy at that time, she was unsure if she should reach out to me, you know? Even though I’ve always told her I’m there for her – no matter what. Instead, Tzuyu confessed when she was at her lowest, she just asked herself ‘what would Y/N do’ and acted upon that. So, that’s the best compliment I’ve gotten. That I’m good at giving advice. It meant a lot to me and still does.”

The boy in front of you warmly smiles at your words, the stars in your eyes while telling your story are making him feel some type of way he doesn’t want to deal with right now.

He’s driving off with his thoughts soon, almost to the point of zoning out but you’re fast to realise, as you hastily clap your hands.

“You know the question, Lee Minho.” You take your chance now, a mischievous smirk plastered all over your face.

“How do I think about myself? I’m quite confident, that’s not up for consideration. However, I do have a hard time showing people how I really feel, you know?”

Oh, yes, you definitely know how that feels.

“I’d like to work a bit more on that, if I’m honest. Let’s see what the new year offers. I’m tired of running out of given chances just because people think I’m mean. I do make a lot of jokes and teasing whenever I feel insecure, so that’s what I will start working on.”

“I like your jokes. You’re funny. It’s the other people’s problem if they don’t get your humour.”

Minho smiles at your compliment.

“It’s my turn again,” he abruptly says once his emotions are getting to his head again and he realises he can’t deal with them.

“What’s your next question, Lee Minho?” You tease him by calling him by his full name again.

“What’s a situation you would like to forget, if there was the possibility?”

Your breath instantly hitches, chest tightening as an idea immediately pops up in your head. 

He’s not doing it on purpose, pushing all the buttons that make you feel a bit less secure around him, around anybody. But then the idea from earlier comes back to your mind again. Maybe now is a good time to tell him. You’re on the right track to become friends, so what’s stopping you?

“You really wanna know? I don’t want to kill the mood,” you warn him and his shoulders quickly fall down.

“You could never ruin anything. I was the one asking, whatever it is, I’m okay. Of course, as long as you want to share it.”

You hesitantly nod. 

“I’ve had some bad experiences back in high school, traumatic to be specific, that still haunt me until this day.” 

Minho’s gaze is fixated on your face, searching for any signs of discomfort. “Do you want to elaborate on that?”

“My boyfriend back then has crossed some lines while being intimate. You know, pressuring me into stuff I wasn’t sure about and once clearly overhearing me telling him to stop.”

He instantly closes his eyes, as he feels his heart shatter into a thousand pieces.

“Y/N– I’m so sorry that happened to you. I can’t imagine how that felt– how you must feel up until today.”

Your whole body softens once his words leave his lips, the comfort growing again.

“I’m alright. Really, don’t worry. I’ve been to therapy because of that and we’ve talked a lot about those incidents. Just from time to time I get little flashbacks, but when I’m safe with the other person, there’s nothing to stress about.”

Minho considers getting a bit closer to you after he’s nodded at your explanation. When there’s no sign of hesitation, he moves nearer.

“I know the chances are close to zero but I’d still like to agree on a word, just in case. Doesn’t even have to be for possible or not so possible sexual encounters. I just want you to feel comfortable around me all the time.”

“Thanks for being considerate. Well– Chan and I had always used the word ‘red’ but at this point I’m afraid it’ll make me think of him.”

“Yeah we wouldn’t want that, darling, would we?”

You don’t mind him slightly flirting with you. Actually, you’re feeling quite comfortable around him. Probably as comfortable as you’ve never felt before around someone you haven’t talked with up until such an occasion. 

“How about Soonie?”

“Excuse me?” You ask, not quite catching what he’s said.

“It’s my cat’s name. Well, one of them. Doongie or Dori would be fine as well.”

You slightly nod at his idea, finding it rather cute if you’re completely honest.

Minho has cats? Three of them? You’ve always expected him to be a cat person but never thought about three of those little fur balls running around in his apartment.

Somehow, this new information makes him a bit more likeable. But only a little bit. You would never admit he’s quite pleasant to be around.

Nevertheless, it helps you feel safe around him. You’re sure he’s a person to trust.

“Okay. That’s a good choice.”

Minho softly caresses your lower back, warmly smiling at you. 

“If you ever wanna talk about the topic again, don’t hesitate to reach out to me, okay? I can’t feel what you must have felt but I can be there for you and listen.”

You thankfully nod at him and a few minutes of comforting silence pass by, neither of you do anything except for Minho still stroking your back.

Suddenly, he grabs his phone out of his jeans pocket, unlocking the device to open an app. “The last bus in the direction of my apartment leaves in like fifteen minutes. I could still catch that one.”

You shuffle around a bit on the bed, the mattress moving under your weight. It’s a bit abrupt, his actions, though you understand he must be tired. It’s been a long night after all and even though he’s got a day off tomorrow, starting the new year on a low level, you’re sure he’d like the comfort of his own bed more.

Also, it would be weird asking him to stay just for sleeping, wouldn’t it?

“Unless you want me to stay,” he unexpectedly whispers and his voice is so quiet, you can barely hear him. Minho is sure, he’s murmured his words because of his still ongoing insecurity, not wanting to cross any lines of yours.

“Yes, of course. You can always stay here.” Your sentence comes off a bit too eager for your liking, hoping he doesn’t take it the wrong way. After all the good and deep talks the both of you have shared over the past few hours, you feel way more comfortable getting to know him first. You’re sure this could be the beginning of a meaningful friendship.

If anyone had told you this last year some hours ago, there’s no chance you would have believed them. It’s like the world has done a one hundred and eighty degrees turn, the sun is now the moon, the sky functions as the ocean and you’re thankful to live in this upside down universe. 

“Thank you. If you give me some blankets, I can sleep on the floor,” Minho says and you sheeply chuckle at his response. He’s so… respectful? You’re sure he’s considering every tiny detail so his sentences don’t come off as any type of weird.

“Stop with the joking now, there’s enough space on the bed.”

A warm smile erupts on his face, cheeks blushing like the colour of strawberries and he simply nods and mumbles a quiet ‘thank you’, before he gets up to head to the bathroom.

When you’re both ready to go to bed, your new friend is still a bit hesitant but once he spots the second blanket on your bed, a weight finally falls off his shoulders. It would have been weird for him to be even closer to you, even though he would like it.

“Good night, Minho.”

He clears his throat before answering.

“Good night, Y/N.”

But your eyes shoot open again, once you remember something. “You know, whatever you’re dreaming will come true.”

“Why is that?” Minho asks, unsure what you’re referring to.

“There’s a superstition that sleeping in a bed for the first time will cause whatever dream to turn into reality,” you explain right before you doze off into sleep.

Minho wishes to dream about you that night.

☽

The sunbeams are making their way to your closed eyes, waking you up with a pulsating headache. Mixing up different types of alcohol has never been a good idea, you’ve learnt this from your teenage years. Still, you tend to repeat those mistakes up until this day from time to time.

“Shit,” you groan under your breath, getting a bit startled when you hear a chuckle.

“Got a headache?” Minho asks you, already awake and sitting right beside you. You simply nod, only to realise even such a small movement makes your whole body spin around.

“It’s usually like that, it should be gone once I’ve had a glass of water and some food,” you tell him, so he doesn’t worry about it. “How did you sleep?”

“Fine. Not long enough, but I could get a little rest. Thanks for letting me stay here,” he replies.

“Sure, no need to thank me for that.”

You both smile at each other for a few seconds, until Minho speaks again, “Do you need anything?”

Shaking your head, you position yourself on your forearms, lower back still laying on the mattress. “It’s fine, don’t worry about me, really. I’m gonna go to the kitchen and get some water.”

“Alright, fine. If that’s the case– I really should get going.” Minho’s voice is still filled with sleepiness, the tousled hair doing no good job in hiding his tiredness but the warm smile decorating his face somehow helps a bit. 

“Do you need any towels? You wanna go to the bathroom?”

“Are you telling me I smell bad, Y/L/N?” He asks, adding a questioning look by raising one of his eyebrows.

“No, Lee Minho, I am not. I’m just trying to be friendly by offering to make you feel welcome in my apartment.”

He chuckles at your response, finding it a bit cute you’re yet again not understanding his playful nature, still putting too much weight in his words. It’s entertaining for him, though. That’s why he catches up on it.

“So sorry, I’m not used to you being so kind, not scratching out my eyes for once.”

When he pulls up the corner of his mouth, you finally realise he’s just joking with you. Grabbing the pillow that’s still laying beside you, you aim it into his direction and with little to no effort it lands directly in his face.

“You still need to practice on your defensive skills, you know,” you tease him now. He doesn’t reply to that, instead simply grabbing his stuff to head towards the bathroom.

In the meantime, you're busy with changing your clothes as well, even though it doesn’t really matter – the transition from your pajamas into another comfy outfit consisting of sweatpants and a big shirt is rather useless. Still, it helps you to feel as if you’re somewhat getting ready for the day which will consist of nothing more than staying at home.

With no further consideration, you make your way to the kitchen, both Felix’s and Lisa’s doors still fully closed, indicating they must be sleeping. Reaching your destination, you halt in place for a second once you spot your other roommate. The blonde curls are hiding his face again, telling you he must have gotten up a few minutes ago as well.

Chan doesn’t notice you, way too occupied in making himself some breakfast and the blaring sound of the kettle causing him to miss that you’re stepping into the room. For some moments you contemplate leaving the kitchen again, not wanting to deal with his presence. But you’re not the one to decide that, your dry throat is already begging for water, thirsty from all the alcohol you’ve had the night before.

And when Chan turns around, spotting you standing not far from the doorframe, there’s no choice left anyway. Another half a minute passes by until either of you moves again, you’re really just standing there, staring at each other.

“Good morning,” Chan makes the first move before he gets back to cooking his meal. “Good morning.”

Trying to play it cool, you stride towards the sink, grabbing a clean glass from the upper counter. Focusing on the current task, you observe the water filling the item you’re holding.

“Can I get one, too?” Minho asks, entering the kitchen as well. He looks a little less tired now, his tamed hair and a washed face helping him with that. “Sure,” you mumble as you follow his request.

Chan’s piercing gaze from beside you is practically shooting through your head and you’re now just realising what he must be thinking.

You went to your bedroom with his friend.

You let his friend stay the night there.

But who is he to judge? He kissed that girl right in front of all the guests, after you had told him it wasn’t anything serious.

How dare he?

How dare he not read your mind, right?

“Morning, Chan,” Minho greets your roommate, not missing any chance to tease the elder, as he walks towards you, innocently patting your shoulder as a sign of thankfulness when he grabs the water. The smirk appearing on Minho’s face doesn't go unnoticed either, still, your roommate doesn’t pay any visible attention to it.

“You’re gonna go to the gym today?” The brown haired tries to start another conversation. “Don’t know,” is all the other boy says, eyes fixated on the sizzling pan in front of him.

That’s when Minho gives up, rolling his eyes in front of you as a sign of annoyance. There’s no reason for him to be mad at his younger friend and Chan knows that, still he’s having a hard time hiding his jealousy and not really doing a great job at it either.

Just the idea of you laying under him, screaming his name instead of Chan’s lets shiver run down his spine, the sudden urge to scream at everyone grows with each second.

He’s already getting afraid of seeing Minho touch you again, just like he did with the little shoulder pat some minutes ago. All the possibilities are running through his mind now, the panic of witnessing him kiss you on your cheek, on your forehead or on your mouth growing each second.

But once Minho says goodbye to you, only sheeply waving in your direction since neither of you like hugs that much, Chan feels quite relieved. At least he’s not doomed to see any physical interactions between the both of you, the imagination of what has happened last night is enough to haunt him for the next few days.

A few minutes pass by, you’ve managed to grab yourself some cereal, currently filling the bowl with the remaining milk this household has got. The atmosphere is tense and for a second you contemplate leaving the kitchen and eating in peace in your bedroom instead, but this would make everything worse and simply awkward.

You can’t escape Chan anymore, after all you both are still living together.

Maybe I should move apartments, your mind is babbling to itself. 

Maybe I should flee the country and change my identity.

I’ve always wanted to do research on penguins and Antarctica isn’t that cold in January, right?

“You okay?” Chan’s words break into your thought process.

“I’m fine, just the usual headache, don’t worry.”

It’s clear, he’s talking about you zoning out again, he’s witnessed it many times before. So it’s not unusual for your roommate to make sure you’re fine, in case there are unpleasant thoughts torturing you.

Of course, there are. You don’t even know what to focus on, since every thought brings you back to Chan and the whole thing with Macy and the general situation you are in.

It’s been too much. Too much stuff going on over the past few weeks, the New Year’s Eve with their kisses being the cherry on top of the iceberg, since there’s still so much to unpack. On one hand, there are the obvious troubles tormenting your everyday life but on the other hand, the worst part are all the unspoken words.

But you’re convinced you’ve lost the chance now. Actually, you’ve lost it twice. The first time being the kiss between Chan and the new girl, the second time being when you went to your room with Minho.

“So, Macy is still asleep?” You decide to ask him now, there’s no point in hiding anymore.

“Oh, she didn’t stay overnight. Actually, nothing has really happened between the both of us yet, except for the kiss last night.”

Chan’s not sure why he’s telling you all that, possibly as a way of getting back at you for leading Minho to your room last night. Still, the blonde refrains from asking you what’s going on between you and him. He’s not ready for that – emotionally.

The silence fills the room again, you both continue with your breakfast, unsure what to say to the other one.

“Oh, I didn’t have a proper chance to tell you but I wish you a happy new year,” Chan carries on with a somewhat conversation.

“Happy new year, Chan.”

How’s that famous sentence again? New year, new me?

Well, rather new year, new Chan.

There’s no way your heart will survive calling him Channie anymore.

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chan: when he's stressed or angry

situations like writer's block, comeback stress or even disagreements with his team or members usually lead to him fucking you hard and taking it all out on you. he feels it all too deeply and overthinks everything, so the only way to stop that is pounding into you, watch you take his dick and go dumb with the way he fucks you senselessly, and himself get lost in the depths of pleasure. It's his coping mechanism, and the best part of it is the stress and anger actually leaving him afterwards when he sees your tired and spent out form curling into him, and now he's showering you with kisses and cuddles and holding you tightly, thanking you for gracing his life and filling it with honey like sweetness, even in his darkest moments.

lee know: when he's frustrated, stuck somewhere

there's nothing that irritates minho more than not being able to do well in something he's good at. so if he's stuck somewhere, for example a dance move he couldn't master or a high note he's struggling with, the first thing he does when he sees you is pin you somewhere and rip out your clothes, spank you a couple times and chase the pleasure he felt deprived of. he's hug you tightly and close to him, pushing deeper and deeper in you until you feel too full to speak coherent words, and that's the moment minho feels he's back in control; that despite everything, he'll never fail at making you both feel good.

changbin: when you tease him and his abilities

i think it's no secret that skz loves to tease changbin any moment they get. maybe sometimes they can take it a little far, but for the most part, he's used to all the teasing by his fellow members.

you, however, are a different case.

when you tease him about how his dick is small or how he doesn't satisfy you as much as a vibrator (your words, not mine 👁️), changbin has ways to teach you just how wrong you are.

and that usually begins with him immediately tackling you and pinning you on the ground or on the bed, straddling your hips and grabbing your jaw tight so that you can't speak anything more. our binnie has limits and you just crossed one :(

he then takes the same vibrator you teased him about, and uses it to edge you for hours and hours, taunting you about how you can't take a little teasing. he'll do everything with you; he'll suck in your nipples, he'll go down on you, he'll finger you, but he won't let you come until he's inside you, going fast and hard and taking out all his anger. even when you come a few times, he won't stop until he feels you're finally completely "satisfied".

hyunjin: when he's emotional and deep in his feels

hyunjin, being the infp he is, gets emotional too easily. he connects with people too easily, and empathizes with everyone, so he catches onto others' emotions and auras as well, often feeling down if someone is upset. that, along with his own baggage, sometimes gets tough to handle, especially when he doesn't like to share his concerns too often. thankfully, one night with you provided him a new perspective on how to deal with his emotions.

it usually starts with him unloading, telling you what's on his mind, maybe shedding a few tears. you kiss his cheeks and his sweet soul for a while, him in your embrace, hugging you tightly. soft kisses would be placed on your neck, his nose running along your skin, getting lost in the way you feel under his lips. wanting more of this feeling, he won't hesitate at all and kiss you hungrily, both of you immediately clawing at each others' clothes, trying to be as close as possible.

hyunjin would soon bury himself in you, nothing on his mind as his emotions just went 180°, and just focus on the way you feel around him, encouraging him to go faster, burying his face in your neck and whispering how much he loves you.

❝𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭.❞

↳ Part 9/10 of Loveless. See Part 1 for story description.

↳ Female reader x Changbin, female reader x Hyunjin

↳ 7k

! Strong language, explicit sexual content, heavy angst and tension, arranged marriage au, soulmates au, confrontation, heavy threat, themes of rejection and unrequited love, jealousy, possession, yearning, a reconciliation and apology, heartfelt confessions, themes of state punishment, adult themes throughout !

「Part 1」 「Contents List」 「© August 2022 by jl-micasea-fics」

Not a single part of you wants to attend this dinner.

You find yourself weighing up the pros and cons of death by starvation, discovering painfully few cons in the idea.

Facing Hyunjin again will be an exercise in sheer willpower, you’re sure. How you’re supposed to look him in the eye and pretend that he didn’t take your virginity only the night before escapes you, for if your words don’t give you away, your demeanour certainly will.

The mere thought of smiling and making friendly with Elena makes your stomach whirl with anxiety, despite the fact that—if Changbin’s account of the night before is anything to go by—she’s probably just as apprehensive as you, in terrible turmoil. Albeit of a different kind.

Chan and Eve will be there too; hardly a pair you’d choose to dine with if you had any say in the matter, though you wish that was different. Whatever Chan’s reasons for his clear hatred of Imperators and by extension, your consort himself, they seem enough to put an end to any prospective friendship you might have had with the couple.

You doubt even the natural brightness that Jisung and Daphne bring to any room they’re in will be enough to overpower the awkward tension that will no doubt settle in once small talk runs its course.

Then there’s him.

Changbin.

Perhaps there’s too much to be said for him.

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Sweet dreams drinks are made of chocolate

pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

genre: cafe!au, fluff with a little bit of angst, barista!reader, skzleader!Chan

word count: 2.5K

Warning: brief mention of fire, brief mention of a car accident almost happening, insomnia, some cursing

The pictures on this post are not mine, I found them on Google. They were chosen as a way to illustrate the main ideas of the fic, but they don't represent exactly what I wrote about.

My note: Finally posting my first fic, yay! I’ve been thinking about posting my own stuff for years now and I’m so happy that my first time posting on here is with a SKZ fic. I wanna say thank you to my bird friend, and to @h0neydewmoon and @sparkystraynger. The three of you read my fic first and gave me such sweet feedback and encouragement. If it wasn't for the three of you, I probably wouldn’t have the courage to post this. Thank you again, and I love you ~

(Also, I apologize for the pun on the title. I had the idea when I was trying to sleep and I just liked it too much so I had to use it.)

To say Chan’s day was being eventful was a big fucking understatement. I mean, he woke up to the boys screaming with all their might and he thought that someone had died. He ran to the kitchen — where the sound was coming from — and found Jisung and Hyunjin throwing something completely burnt inside the sink. Feeling a headache starting, he asked if they were okay. Upon the answer that everything was, in fact, okay — they just got distracted playing games while the toast was getting ready and the thing ended up looking like a piece of coal —, he went to the bathroom.

Chan barely got any sleep last night. The countless thoughts, negative thoughts, threatened to take control of his mind and he dived deep into work to keep them away. The result? He stayed awake until 4am, even though he knew that he had to wake up early because of a meeting at JYP at 10am. 

It was around eight-thirty now. He still had some time to get ready and get something to eat from his favorite cafe before having to go to JYP, so he decided to do just that. After taking a quick shower, he grabbed his contact lens, and that’s when the second accident happened. While he was putting them on — very carefully, he had been doing this for years and was still not used to the feeling —, one of them slipped and fell right in the middle of the sink. Muttering a quick fuck, he started to look for his backup pair. After a couple minutes and no sign of them, he suddenly remembered that he left the backup pair in his room. At JYP. 

With a second shit, this time followed by a playful “no cursing, hyung!”, from Hyunjin, he went to his room to grab the glasses he kept there as a backup’s backup. He hated the thick black-rimmed thing. He felt like it made his nose look even bigger, if that was even possible. But, considering the poor circumstances, it was either the glasses or seeing barely nothing until he got at the company, and that wouldn’t do. 

After putting some comfortable clothes on — all black, no surprises here — and grabbing everything he needed, Chan said goodbye to the kids and went to the cafe. It was a cute little place about 10 minutes from the dorms that he found out on a morning walk, when he was so stressed that he couldn’t sleep, and working on his songs was not, well, working as well. On that occasion, the boy was on his second day with no sleep and he decided to try walking around the neighborhood to clear his mind. It wasn’t working very well, until he stumbled on the small cafe: a cute place decorated with pastel tones, dozens of photos of landscapes and pretty places in general on the brick walls inside, lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling and round tables with small vases with fresh flowers on each of them. 

Chan felt a sudden wave of calmness when he looked inside the place through the big glass window. There weren't many customers inside, but everyone there looked content, at peace, like as if it was a place just made for people who needed a break from their problems. Everything that composed the aura of the cafe was so appealing to Chan that he had to go inside. 

The girl at the counter opened a very friendly smile, welcomed him, and waited as he took a look at the drinks and food they had there. Everything they offered was written on the black board on the back with a beautiful calligraphy. They even had cute drawings to represent each item! That made him smile. Not even five minutes inside that place and he already could feel himself relaxing.

Not wanting to take too long to decide, he ordered a big cup of hot chocolate and a chocolate muffin. After paying, he went to sit next to the big window. With nothing to do while he waited, and regretting not taking his headphones with him, he just played some games on his phone to kill time until his order was ready. After a couple minutes, a different girl — he recognized her as the one who was making the drinks — brought him his food. She had a beautiful light brown skin, long dark curly hair up in a high pony-tail and the prettiest eyes. 

“Here you go. Enjoy your food!” The smile she gave him made his heart skip a beat.

“Thank you-” He took a quick look at her name on her uniform “Y/N.” Chan thanked, giving a smile of his own. “It looks really good!”

And he wasn’t just saying it. The hot chocolate looked thick and rich, just like he liked, and it even had those cute small marshmallows, whipped cream and a bit of cinnamon sprayed on top! The muffin looked really good too, chocolaty and fluffy.

Y/N gave him another smile and went back to the counter. Chan put his hands around the mug and just let it warm his hands for a little bit. It wasn’t so cold outside, but the feeling was nice. After a couple minutes, he took a sip of the chocolate and let out a low moan. The sweet drink tasted even better than it looked, and it made him feel really warm inside too.

The boy ate the — very delicious! — muffin rather quickly, but he took his time to finish the hot chocolate. He kept holding the mug with both hands and watched the people passing through the window while he took small sips of it, enjoying not having to do anything else for a while. On that day, after getting home, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. It was the best sleep he had in months.

After that day, he came back as many times as he could. Sometimes only to have a drink — usually hot chocolate, but he tried some others that looked interesting —, sometimes to do some work outside his studio. Working while watching other people living their own lives could be quite inspiring. And, he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t interested in seeing the pretty girl who made the drinks. 

While he didn’t actually interact with Y/N much, since he didn’t want to end up bothering her when she was working, the few conversations he had with her were enough to make Chan start to harbor a crush for the girl. She sat with him a couple times, usually when the cafe wasn’t that busy, and they talked about a little bit of everything. 

The first time that she stopped to talk with him after bringing his to him order was when he first took his laptop to the cafe and it surprised him quite a lot. He ordered his usual — literally, he went there enough times so the girl that worked at the front started to only ask “the usual?” after greeting him. Was it weird that that made him feel warm inside? Maybe, but it was the truth —, sat down and turned on his laptop. 

He had been working on a specific song for a while that he couldn’t get pleased with the result. After many days of frustration, he decided to try out working on it at the cafe. Maybe a change in the scenario would help? So Chan put his headphones, laptop and keyboard inside his black backpack and drove to the place.

The boy made his order and sat down at his — also — usual place, right next to the big windows. He placed everything on the table and opened the music editing software. The music sucked him as soon as he started to edit it, and he didn’t even notice when Y/N stopped right next to his table with his food. She stood there for a couple seconds, watching him work.

“Can I?” Her soft voice startled him, and he stood up in surprise. Then he got surprised once again. Y/N was tall. How could he never notice? She was a bit taller than him, even. He got a bit flustered with that information.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you-” Chan apologized, feeling his ears getting red, and started to move his stuff to make some room on the table for his drink and muffin. 

“It’s okay! I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to bother. Also, I was curious about what you were working on. It’s a new song?” The girl said all that with a quiet voice and a brilliant smile on her face.

“Ah-” He stuttered “Uh, yeah, it is.” Feeling his face getting even hotter, he just looked away and finished pushing his things a little bit to the right. She put the food on the table and he sat back again.

“I feel honored that you decided to work on it at our cafe.” And she sounded sincere, even though her voice had just a little bit a teasing in it. He was probably looking like a tomato already, and that’s when he realized something.

“Wait-” Chan looked at her face again and she raised her eyebrows in question. “Do you know who I am?” The shock on his voice made her playfully roll her eyes.

“You mean our most loyal client?” The confusion on his face made her laugh — the beautiful sound making his heart hurt in response. Then, with a soft smile on her face, she said. “Yes, best leader Bang Christopher Chan, I know who you are.” If he thought that his face was hot before, he felt like he was going to combust after hearing that. 

“Uh-” The boy gulped. “Uh-” He blinked a couple times. His brain was probably broken. 

She muttered something that sounded a lot like fucking cute and he felt his brain restarting with the shock.

“A-Are you a STAY?” She giggled at the question.

“I thought my previous comment made it obvious, but yes, Chan, I’m a STAY.” 

Y/N opened her mouth to say something else, but someone yelled her name. Both of them looked in the direction of the sound and saw a big line of customers. Her coworker had a big smile on her face that was obviously fake, and after taking an order from a client she looked at them and mouthed “Less flirting and more working, bitch.” 

This time, Y/N was the one who got flustered and the boy giggled at her coworker’s teasing, still feeling his face hot.  She quickly said goodbye to him and went back to work. Later that day, even after getting home, Chan was still thinking about the conversation with her and feeling his face hot.

After that day, he started to bring his laptop to the cafe more often, and he and Y/N got closer because of their talks. He didn’t show the songs he was making for the group, but he showed her some songs he was making for himself. Chan loved her reactions; her eyes seemed to shine whenever she was listening to something he made, and a smile never left her face. 

Thinking about that made him smile too, but that smile slipped from his face almost instantly. The traffic wasn’t that great that morning, and even though the drive to the cafe was short, some idiot almost caused an accident by running a red light, which was just what he needed. There was a lot of honking and some cursing around him, but thankfully no one got hurt. 

The boy gripped hard on the steering wheel — hard enough to make his knuckles white. That was a fucking ton of stress for someone who barely slept and was awake for little more than an hour. He took a deep breath and kept driving, and soon enough he was at the cafe.

Chan parked his car close to the place, took another deep breath and left the car. He tried to control his facial expressions so that his stress wouldn’t be that obvious, then he went inside. The place was empty, even more than usual, so he just approached the counter and greeted the girls. Both of them greeted him back and the one who was in charge of taking the orders asked him if he wanted the usual.

“Uh, actually, I have a meeting soon, so I can’t stay today.” He explained with a sorry smile. “Can you make my usual but to go?”

“Of course! That’s not a problem.” She answered with excitement. He didn’t have a clue about how she had so much energy that early in the morning. “A hot chocolate and a chocolate muffin to go coming right up.” 

He paid for the order, thanked her and took a few steps to the side to wait for his food. Usually Y/N started to work on his order right after Chan confirmed he wanted the same as usual, but today she took a good look at him first. The boy felt he was doing a good job at hiding how stressed he was, but for some reason, she seemed to be able to read him like a book.

The moment didn’t last much, and soon the girl started to make his drink. He kept himself busy with his phone while she was working, and after a couple minutes she put his cup and a brown bag in front of him. 

“Have a good day.” Y/N's soft voice warmed him. She looked like she wanted to say more, and he thought he could see worry in her pretty eyes, but a new customer entered at that moment and her attention flew to them.

“Thank you, Y/N.” A shy smile took over his face and she gave him one of her own. That warmed his heart even more and he felt the stress starting to fade. 

Chan took his drink and muffin, said goodbye to them and left the cafe. He wished he could have stayed there at least a little bit, but the meeting was going to start in less than an hour and he still wanted to search for his contact lens before it.

After he got back inside the car, he put the bag on the passenger seat and took a sip of the hot chocolate. While he was putting the cup on the cup holder, he noticed black ink on the white part of the cup. With a closer look, he noticed there was a message written there.

“Your smile brightens my day =)” 

His face burned as a blush took over his cheeks. The calligraphy was pretty and cheerful, just like Y/N, and just like that, with that sweet little message, he felt the ugly burning of stress disappear. 

The day may have started badly, especially after bad night of sleep, but one trip to his favorite cafe to — if he was being honest — see one of his favorite people was enough to make Chan feel like he could conquer the whole world. 

THE PUNCHLINE: Chapter 10

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"This is what you do to your man?" Your smile changed colors, assuming a shade of dark red as you leaned into his ear and spoke very softly with a lot of air clinging to your words. "No, I whisper things to my man and watch him lose it in public," you placed the smallest kiss on his earlobe, "And I love it when he fucks my brains out later that night."

Chapter 10: Champagne

📜8.8K words 🚨Sexting, drunk dialing, mutual masturbation, implied somnophilia, nightfall (nocturnal emission), roleplaying: sex work fantasy (use of the term "escort"), narratophilia, public blowjob, public vaginal fingering, consensual sex tape, katoptronophilia (mirror paraphilia), Christopher and his unlimited supply of "baby girl", lowkey strength kink, newly introduced breeding kink, reference to lactation kink, choking, cumplay/cum eating, praising, food play, breast play, marking, edging, use of sex toys, oral sex, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, fully charged vibrators recommended per usual. 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🔖Story taglist: @elizalabs3 ; @septicrebel 📌Permanent taglist: @sai-kida134 ; @ughbehavior ; @bearseungmin ; @skywarriorkirby ; @sunnyville36 ; @hh0320 (@hwan-g) ; @svintsandghosts ; @jl-micasea-fics ; @skz317cb97 ; @abiaswreck ; @skyminniesworld ; @clearlyissleeping ; @cixhoneyhuns

It was a great day to take a walk to let out some of the excessive energy crawling in your body and do that very postponed grocery shopping. At first.

Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me with this.

Not even twenty four full hours had passed between your slip that was giving into Chris and seeing him with some woman, giggling at each other at some random coffee shop. He was never seen with someone accompanying him besides the gang, much less in broad daylight. You thought your eyes were deceiving you for a second, so you did what any normal person would: reached out to your phone and dialed his number while your eyes were glued to that window across the street. The person sitting at that table was laughing really hard and you watched him reach for his phone, as well.

"What’s up, baby girl?" The person on your speaker answered like he was in the last moments of a laughter dying down, effectively confirming they were indeed the same guy.

"Hey, uh-" your mind went blank for a second. You didn’t know what to say, but more importantly, you didn’t know why you felt this mad. So what if he was seeing someone? It wasn’t like he asked you to be his girlfriend or anything. He asked you out on a date, which quite frankly was barely a basis for any kind of relationship. But here you were, seething in sheer fury.

Keep cool. Just keep cool.

"I think I might be coming down with something. Can we skip the date thing today?"

Chris’ voice changed instantly at your words and became way more serious, "Sure thing, but are you okay? Do you want me to come over?"

"No. I uh- I’m fine."

You could see Chris taking a sip from the mug in front of him, "When would you like to do it then? Saturday maybe?"

"I- I don’t know, Chris."

"I’m not hanging up without a date on my calendar, baby girl."

He literally had a little notebook in front of him and he was holding a pen to mark it. You knew for sure that you didn’t want it to be right away because who knew what type of tantrum you were going to throw at him with the irrational amount of rage making your blood boil? Not that it wouldn’t set your mood absolutely straight.

"Fine. Saturday."

"Alright then. Since you’re bailing on me, I’ll reschedule the meetings I canceled for tonight. Take good care of yourself, baby girl. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

Meetings, huh? That’s what you call them?

Yeah, you were out to do grocery shopping, but you ended up buying a hefty amount of tonic with two bottles of gin instead, hoping to find an answer to this indescribable wrench in your gut in your living room. Eggs could kindly fuck right off for the time being. You felt a knot in your throat, but not because you wanted to cry. Maybe you did want to cry, but it definitely had something to do with anger since you had this intense urge to smash car windows all of a sudden, especially Chris’. It was barely evening hours when you started drinking, and by the time it was nearing 10 PM… Let’s just say that you were in no state to be even remotely rational.

How dare he be with someone else when you literally fucked each other downstairs just the day before, not that you had conclusive proof that he was with someone at that moment. If he was, on the other hand, the urge to ruin that moment was real, and it had to get ruined by you. This fucker needed his entire thought process derailed. By you. You reached for your phone trying to decide on that one move to short-circuit his brain.

You Thinking about you might be getting me a little too wet.

It didn’t even take five seconds for your satisfied smile to devolve into sheer panic and embarrassment. What the actual fuck were you doing? Why would he even look at his phone if he was busy doing something else? Or worse, someone else. Way to get yourself humiliated and serve him the upper hand on a silver fucking platter.

Your internal self-deprecating monologue got cut short with a text from none other than the man of the hour himself.

Christopher🏄 I really wish I was there. Or you were here with me. [Typing…] Wish I could touch you again.

HAHAHA WHAT?

Let’s recap, you thought to yourself. It seemed highly unlikely that he would reply this fast and back to back if he was indeed with someone, right?

RIGHT?

Maybe tonight didn’t need to be a night where you had to sort out your anger management issues.

You I keep thinking about your car. About how you felt inside me.

Christopher🏄 I miss the way your nails feel against my back already. It was just yesterday but feels so long ago. [Typing…] I miss your taste, baby girl.

Oh, he was good. Or it seemed that way to you because you were on that thin line between tipsy and drunk, having knocked down the entire bottle of gin by then. You kept smirking to yourself.

You Can’t stop thinking about how your tongue felt on my skin.

Christopher🏄 Can't wait till I can go down on you again. Saturday can’t come soon enough.

Fuck this.

That was the nonexistence of your inhibitions talking in your head with a loudspeaker. You closed the messaging app, went to your contact list, and hit call. Chris picked up with a voice deeper than his usual, and you hoped that was a sign of arousal.

"Hey, baby girl."

"You said to call if I needed anything," you slightly slurred, "Whatchu doing?"

"Sexting, apparently," Chris softly chuckled, "Sounds like somebody’s buzzed. Nyquil, or…?"

"Are you alone, Chris?"

You could feel the slight surprise from his brief pause.

"I am. Is everything okay?"

"No, it’s not," you heaved a deep sigh, "I could use some help."

Well, you did learn some moves from Felix anyway, and you saw absolutely no harm in using them on Chris, considering he seemed like he would be more than willing to indulge you.

"What are you wearing right now?"

"What’s gotten into you? Are you drunk?" Chris giggled at the other end of the line, "A sleeveless shirt and shorts, baby girl. What are you wearing?"

"Maybe sweats, maybe nothing. I’ll leave that to your imagination."

"That’s a dangerous thing to trust with me."

"Do you miss my body, too, Chris?"

Too. You said too. With your whole goddamn chest. What had gotten into you indeed?

"Miss? Are you crazy?"

Well… That was a little…

"I need to forget about it first to miss it. You're always on my mind, baby girl. Just hearing your voice makes me wanna touch myself."

You felt the smile climbing up to your lips with your entire being.

"Why don’t you?"

Chris sighed into his microphone, "Are you touching yourself, baby girl?"

"I am. Do you want a taste?"

"Oh, god, yes."

You guided your fingers to your clit and started gently rubbing yourself.

"Do it with me. Come on."

You heard some rustle on your receiver, which was probably Chris pulling his shorts down. He grunted as got comfortable.

"Tell me the things you like when I do it to you."

Chris took a moment to respond and you listened to his sweet grunts during the intermission.

"You’re gonna think I’m crazy but that thing you do with your tongue when you get annoyed. You press it against your cheek. Gets me so fucking hot every time, I don’t know why."

You chuckled at his words, "Didn’t realize it until this moment, but I think I have a kink for making you horny for me."

"Oh, baby girl, I love it when you talk like that."

You slid your fingers to your entrance to collect some of your juices and rub it on your clit, closing your eyes in the meantime thinking it was Chris.

"I really wanna see you naked. Like, right now."

"But you can’t," you responded with a teasing tone, "Tell me what you wanna do to me."

"I- shit- I just wanna feel you under my fingertips again," he loudly exhaled, "What do you wanna do to me?"

Under his fingertips again. Getting scorched. Melting. Evaporating. Hearing the odes he sang to your name if you so much as breathed towards his direction. Your fingers slithered inside you and you started working yourself open.

"I want those lips on me again, Christopher."

"Oh, baby-"

"I want you to fuck me senseless again. Drag my nails all over you."

"Fuck, fuck-" Chris heavily breathed into the microphone, "Oh, baby girl, you're asking for it. You're asking to get fucked so hard. When I see you, it’s on sight."

Your movements accelerated and you started fucking yourself harder, thinking about how he pierced through you the night before.

"Do you- Do you wanna- wanna listen to me cum for you?"

"Yes, AH FUCK YES! For me. For me. Please."

Your breathing got labored over how enthused he was. For you.

"Only if you cum for me, too."

Chris was crumbling to your voice on the other end of the line. You could hear how fast he was pumping himself, probably thinking that it was you.

"Just… Just say my name, again."

"You like that a little too much, huh Christopher?"

"Oh, I love it when you say it like that for me, baby girl. Prettiest sound in the world."

"Do your thing for me, Christopher."

"Ah, baby."

"For me, Christopher."

"Baby, yes."

"You already know I’ll give it to you so good, don’t you, Christopher?"

"Yes, YES baby, NO ONE does it like you. Shit!"

Why did he sound so pretty even with those raw, disgraceful, downright animalistic grunts he let out every time you riled him up like that? You thought you were about to bask in the beauty of the sounds of his orgasm, so it caught you completely off guard when he blurted that out and threw you into a pit of pleasure on cue.

"You own my ass baby girl, you know that, right?"

"Oh, CHRISTOPHER, FUCK!"

Your toes curled so hard as you came that you almost had cramps on your feet. Chris’ moans of ecstasy on the line helped you ride out your orgasm as if he was fucking you through it. You couldn’t help your giggles when you came down.

"I’ll tell Felix he has a serious rival the next time I see him."

Chris reciprocated your lightheaded laughter, "No need, baby girl. I’ll text him that right after we hang up. Please take good care of yourself for me until Saturday, yeah?"

"All spread out on her bed for me. Better not wake her up."

It was a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear as you felt your thighs being spread apart. Carefully. With soft movements. So as not to disturb you.

Then you felt this warmth between your legs, the source of which was a body. A man. Very much aroused. It was so intense that you could smell the sweet scent of pheromones raiding your nostrils. The cool night air seeping through your window reached all the way to your wet core when your underwear was slid to the side to expose it under your silk nightgown.

And you immediately started getting overwhelmed with the gentlest sucks on your clit. You wanted to moan. You wanted to moan so fucking loudly, but for some reason, you couldn’t. Or didn’t, just because you didn’t want the man to know how much you were enjoying his tender stimulations. For fear that he would accelerate his pace and it would eventually stop. They were so wet. They were delicious. They were heavenly. You never wanted them to end.

He was talking against your pussy. His voice was barely audible, but for some weird reason, the vibrations provided by his soundwaves against your clit were communicated throughout your entire body. You could understand everything he was saying and you wanted to fucking drink those words like a tall glass of cold water.

"So fucking beautiful."

"God, this taste."

"My baby."

"All mine."

"Need. Every drop."

Insane. He was driving you insane. Your screams of pleasure were only audible to you as you weren’t able to produce a singular sound. You squeezed your eyes to communicate your thoughts to him.

How did you get in here?

"Shh, Minho let me in, baby girl. I’m eating. Don’t interrupt me."

He kept making out with your pussy, drenching it with his saliva and mixing it with your own juices, getting his entire face covered with that beautiful mess of a concoction. He kept talking against you as he sated his hunger.

"So fucking tasty."

"I could eat for hours."

"Don’t ever cum, just let me."

Need you inside.

"You're always on my mind, baby girl. Always on my mind."

You were so fucking wet already that you didn’t need any lubrication for his fingers. They fit right in like your walls were a custom-made case for them.

"God, I love your body."

He hooked his fingers against that deep spot inside you and started massaging it, his tongue still at work on your clit.

"I love you."

Oh, god.

"I love you."

Chris…

"I love you, baby."

You slightly arched your back as you opened your eyes and witnessed yourself cumming to the nothingness in your room, your heart rate through the roof and your pants completely wet. The blurred lines of reality had certainly thrown you for a loop.

It might have been a dream, but you felt this intense urge to get back at Chris all of a sudden. To make him go through the exact same thing as he had just caused you. There was no rule set in stone stating you had to be normal about this. You fucking lied your ass off earlier that day, but it seemed like you were indeed coming down with something.

And you had less than zero clue as to what to do about it.

The infamous Saturday finally arrived and if anybody asked you, you would straight up tell them you woke up like this when in reality you spent hours getting ready until you were satisfied with your look. Little black dress? Check. Heels? Check. Perfume? Check. Lingerie?

Well…

You told Chris to meet you at the restaurant instead of picking you up and you had your reasons for it. It was payback time after all, the reason for which he was totally clueless about for that matter. When you spotted him from afar, your stomach did a little backflip at how insanely gorgeous he looked, but you immediately slapped yourself mentally since there were more important matters at hand. You walked towards the table with determined but still sultry steps, clicking your heels firmly on the marble floor.

"Somebody ordered a date?"

Chris let out an involuntary whistle when he looked up to spot the source of the sound.

"Yeesh!" he exclaimed upon your sight, eyes all widened in surprise and admiration, "You look like the classiest, most expensive escort I’ve ever laid eyes on."

"Why, thank you, you’re such a gentleman. A five-star review to be delivered to my pimp would be much appreciated," you sat down diagonally to him with a smile.

Chris briefly choked and his lips parted at your statement.

"Wait, are you ac- you’re actually gonna-?"

"Let me remind you of some ground rules first," you declared with a firm voice, "Your deal for the night only includes this dinner and a one-time orgasm. Everything else is extra. And I only take cash."

His mouth wouldn’t close. Chris just looked at you in complete disbelief at what was coming out of your lips. You were excessively satisfied with his reaction and picked up the menu on the table while asking him very casually.

"So, are you gonna give me a name?"

Chris quickly shook his head and cleared his throat to get into the character himself, "It’s uh- It’s Chris."

"What do you do for a living, Chris?"

"You get this personal with all your clients?"

"With some of them. If they’re easy on the eyes." 

He looked at you over the menu with a smirk, but no way in hell would you let it get to his head this early in the night.

"Or, you know, maybe I just wanna know up front if they’re gonna be able to really afford me or not. I am the most expensive escort in the business after all. And for good reason."

Chris burst into a peal of nervous laughter and you could literally see his ears getting redder. You threw one leg over the other under the table and examined the menu carefully like your choice of dinner was going to change the course of your fate for good.

What followed your food and drink orders was a string of unnecessarily intimate conversations, very similar to the one you had with Minho the first day you met him, but unlike Minho, Chris was very much willing to talk about himself. Where he grew up, how he ended up in that city, his obsession with creating, and all that jazz. His charms swept you off your feet so hard that even you forgot the premise of the fantasy at one point. Then again, it actually ended up catering to Chris himself: he was the one who made it perfectly clear how being intimate with clients in this context was ‘against the rules’ and that was what riled him up. Midway through your meals, Chris couldn’t help smiling into his glass.

"I have a feeling you like me."

His words pulled you back to earth, reminding you who you were supposed to be, and you pointed your fork at him all aloof.

"Yeah, every guy in the club thinks the dancer likes them," you retorted, "It’s just part of the job to make you feel desired. You know, so that you’ll throw those one dollar bills."

"I’d like to throw hundreds instead if I’m allowed to," Chris responded with a seductive gaze, to which you weren’t exactly unresponsive.

"By all means. It’s encouraged."

You wiped your mouth with class and reached for your water glass both to quench your thirst and provide some more gloss on your lips to make them pop.

"So, what are you into?"

"As in?"

"As in what gets you going. You might have noticed that my job is customer service-oriented. I gotta be able to cater to you accordingly."

Chris tilted his head with brows raised like he was daring you, "Oh, that’s what’s gonna happen tonight? You’re gonna cater to me?"

"Isn’t that why you hired an escort in the first place? You’re supposed to make requests."

He gulped way too thickly to go unnoticed, but went full Chris on you nevertheless, pulling your chair a little closer to him to throw his hand over the backrest. Close enough to touch you, but not touching you in the slightest.

"Then I want the girlfriend experience."

The proximity was exciting you for some reason. You were painfully aware of the butterflies in your stomach, but you gave it your best to appear composed.

"Aren’t you sort of already doing it? Who the fuck takes an escort to dinner?"

"Classy men that barmaids hate," his eyes darted to your lips. You flashed a little smile and brushed your finger on his arm ever so gently.

"Maybe the aforementioned classy men are just annoying as fuck," you leaned back into your chair, smile still plastered on your lips, "But what do I know?"

You took off your right shoe with the help of your left foot and stretched your leg under the table. When you started stroking his inner thighs with your bare foot, Chris dropped his fork on his plate.

"Wh- What are you-?"

"Didn’t you say you wanted the girlfriend experience?" you batted your lashes at him naively. He was clearly taken aback by your boldness that he never got to witness firsthand before.

"This is what you do to your man?"

Your smile changed colors, assuming a shade of dark red as you leaned into his ear and spoke very softly with a lot of air clinging to your words.

"No, I whisper things to my man and watch him lose it in public," you placed the smallest kiss on his earlobe, "And I love it when he fucks my brains out later that night."

Chris closed his eyes and it was apparent that he was struggling to control whatever urge was creeping in, slowly taking control over him.

"You have no idea how hard I am right now."

"I think I kinda do," you pressed your foot lightly in his crotch area to feel the outline of his erection, "If it makes you feel any better, I'm dripping myself."

Chris eyed you from head to toe, chin resting on the back of his right hand, and tsked in disapproval.

"Yet, you still chose to ruin that pretty dress by wearing panties instead when it could have been your juices flowing for me."

You slowly pulled his hand from under his chin and guided it under the table, right over your core, so that he could feel the evidence.

"Who says I’m wearing any?"

"What the f-" Chris heaved a very deep sigh, "You’re acting like I’m the escort here. Can’t you just wait until we get to our room?"

"We have a room?"

"Oh, yeah. I’m taking you to a penthouse tonight."

"A penthouse, huh?" you tugged on his sleeve, "Can I expect some props?"

"Basically anything that allows me to tease the crap out of you, so yes," he dragged his finger on the strap of your dress, "And I’d like to tape this encounter if you indulge me."

You held his gaze for a second out of genuine surprise, "Tape it? Why?"

"I wanna remember possibly the best sex of my life forever," Chris spoke eyes still glued on the movements of his finger, "I was told I could do whatever as long as I pay up front."

You pressed your leg into his thighs again and leaned in closer to him, "Only if I get to keep the copy."

"How about I make you a deal?" Chris grinned shamelessly, "I’ll keep it in a safe and you can decide on the password yourself."

"A little too presumptuous of you to think we’ll cross paths again," you looked right into his eyes.

"Oh, we definitely will. Especially after tonight," Chris responded with a smirk, ordered two glasses of champagne to punctuate the dinner and added, "You asked what I was into. There is actually something that I get a little too excited over."

"That so?" you asked all intrigued, "Not something way too overboard I hope?"

"I wouldn’t say so," he continued taking a sip from the cold drink, "Have you heard of the term narratophilia before?"

"That doesn’t sound too reassuring, just saying," you chuckled into your glass. Chris leaned into you again to be particularly closer to your ear.

"It just means I fucking love it when my partner describes whatever obscene shit they wanna do to me in excruciating detail." Then he reciprocated your earlier tease in the exact same form with a tiny kiss on your earlobe.

"I want you to run that mouth for me."

His voice came out so sensual that it forced you to close your eyes. You couldn’t help the giddiness and the smile spreading on your lips.

"You mean you wanna hear how hard I’m gonna make you cum."

A muffled yet very content hum escaped his mouth and he broke into a smile, eyes getting squinted a little.

"Then you should know, I've been thinking about tonight for days ever since I learned my company was you," you gently ran your fingers on his hand, "Been also thinking about sitting on that pretty face all day long."

"God, I just can't wait to fuck you tonight," Chris licked his lips reflexively, "Fair warning, I’m a little too excited so I might just start fucking you right in the elevator."

"Told you. It’s extra," you shrugged nonchalantly.

"I don’t care how much it’s gonna cost me as long as you give it to me, baby girl. I'll fucking rip your clothes off the moment we get back."

The tone of his voice noticeably changed. It was obvious his enthusiasm was getting a little hard to control and you loved witnessing that.

"I keep thinking about your body against mine. I can't fucking focus," he placed a semi-chaste kiss on your shoulder which was at least defendable by public affection standards, "I want you between my thighs and I want it ASAP."

He brushed your hair behind your ear, basically eyefucking the shit out of you in public, and that stare… did something to you. You pierced Chris’ soul with your gaze before you talked.

"And I want to wrap my lips around you. Seems like a good match."

You slid your knife off the table with a swift movement and feigned the most exaggerated innocence ever.

"Oh, would you look at this? So much for swiping right. I’m such a klutz, I’m so sorry."

You kneeled down next to your chair and pushed the knife further under the table, creating the perfect excuse to crawl under it and spread Chris’ thighs for you hidden under that tablecloth. 

"Wh- What are you doing?" he whispered, utterly panicked.

"Keep quiet," you warned him, "Unless you have a thing for getting exposed, that is."

You unbuckled his belt and released his erection out of its confinement. God, that looked so pretty, all flushed and leaking for you. You took a deep breath in admiration and just went for it, taking his length in the comforting wet warmth of your mouth. 

You had an inkling of what was going on above the table from the way Chris clenched his thighs really hard at the contact. You weren’t able to see it then, but in reality, he was biting on his fist so hard not to make any noise, silently cursing under his breath so that only you would be able to hear them.

"Jesus FUCK, you’re gonna be the fucking death of me."

You chuckled with your mouth full of him and those vibrations caused him to flinch in his seat. You were just scratching the surface, just gently sucking him, not applying any sort of pressure whatsoever. Like he did to you. It didn’t matter if the scene of the crime was your subconscious. He had this coming.

"Fucking tease. Do you want me to shoot it on your face for everyone to see here? Is that what you want?"

You felt the slam of his fist on the table when you took all of him down your throat, possibly causing a few heads to turn to his direction. 

"How was everything, sir?"

"C-could we get the check, please?" Chris asked the waiter while tapping on your shoulder under the table to stop. You found his helplessness fucking hilarious. Nevertheless, you placed one more kiss on his tip and got up without letting him finish.

"On the house. Don’t get used to it," you winked at him while licking your lips.

"Those lips are pure fucking electric. That was incredible," Chris sighed with eyes still closed, "Although it escalated to painful."

"Pity. Maybe you should do something about it."

You pressed your tongue in your cheek, knowing damn well what it was going to do to him. 

"Fuck, I want you so bad. Let’s just get out of here."

You were expecting Chris to hail a cab, but he ended up opening the door to the backseat of a fucking Rolls-Royce Phantom for you waiting right in front of the restaurant, and got in after you.

"Could you roll up the partition, please?" Chris requested from the driver as soon as he closed the door. Once he was convinced you had some privacy at the back, he instantly grabbed your face for an excessively heated kiss, moaning into your lips loudly while slithering his fingers between your legs.

"Shh, he’s gonna hear!"

"Don’t care. I wanna feel how wet you are for me."

His fingers slid into you so easily as he kept kissing you with muffled moans like he was the one getting touched. So avid. So passionate. If Chris wasn’t arousal materialized at that very moment…

"You’re kidding me with this shit! Fucking soaked. Spread it for me, come on."

He parted your thighs more for himself and started fingering you in earnest. Chris knew exactly how to touch you, where to touch you, how much pressure you needed to go absolutely haywire.

"Oh, fuck, yes!

"You get me so fucking hard when you moan for me like that."

He pressed his forehead against yours, panting with you, thumb rubbing your clit fervently, smearing your wetness all over his palm.

"Tell me what you want from me," Chris asked eyes closed. You squeezed an answer in between your heavy breathing.

"I n- I need to feel you against me."

"I want to taste you so bad."

"I want you ins- inside of me. OH, GOD!"

Your moans were getting out of control with your orgasm approaching fast. You didn’t care if you were going to be heard by then. To hell with reservations, let people hear. Let people fucking hear some Christopher Bang was launching you into the stratosphere.

"Are you gonna let go for your man?"

Your man.

You snapped so fucking hard that you were squeezing his arms to hold onto something. You know, to not die. 

"Please, so fucking close!"

Instead of quickening his pace, Chris began slowing it down and eventually stopped.

"Not yet."

You let out another moan, but out of pure frustration this time whereas Chris was chortling, very entertained by the state he put you in.

"There’s no way I’m not requesting you again."

Oh, right. The girlfriend experience.

When you arrived at your destination, you did your best to alleviate any sort of disheveled look before getting out of the car and putting on a somewhat graceful demeanor like you didn’t just let a guy finger the shit out of you. Chris had turned the switch on and there was no way to turn it back off until you got that sweet release. When you got into the elevator you found yourself looking for ways to initiate something, but you hated the idea of looking desperate for him.

"Gave up on the idea of fucking me in the elevator?"

"Watching you get this horny over me feels better if I’m honest," Chris teased pressing your body onto his, and slowly grazed his teeth on your jaw, "And I’d much rather be kissing your waist instead."

"Who’s hornier is up for debate, apparently. Pin me against this mirror while you’re at it, why don’t you?"

"Say please," he smirked.

Like hell you were going to. You grabbed his hands on your waist and guided them towards your ass instead in retaliation, and squeezed it on his behalf.

"You little- Get over here."

Chris turned you around in one swift movement, making you face the mirror as he pressed himself onto you, properly groping your ass in full force. You could watch the way he was licking his lips in the mirror and it made you fucking clench.

"You like this a little too much," he observed, "Good thing I made plans to fuck you against a mirror tonight." 

"You like vanity tables, huh?"

"Not necessarily," he smiled with a sultry gaze and let you go as the elevator door opened.

When you walked into that prospective battlefield, you witnessed what Chris meant in its full glory. There was a mirror in the room alright, but it was a gigantic one placed on the ceiling. Your lips inadvertently parted.

Ideas. Too many of them. Your head was full of it.

"Some more champagne?"

Chris pulled you back to reality and offered you a sweating cold glass.

"Oh, absolutely."

"Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back."

You walked towards the couches facing the magnificent view of the city, also neighboring the coffee table harboring the champagne bottle on ice and what appeared to be chocolate fondue. You grabbed one of the plump strawberries in the bowl and dipped it in the molten chocolate. There was some clatter coming from behind you and when you turned around slurping on the strawberry, you saw Chris setting up a camera in the corner. Then he made his way over to you behind the couch and spread his hands to the sides on the backrest.

"You want some?" you looked up at him throwing your head all the way back, and lifted the chocolate-covered strawberry towards him.

"Oh, absolutely."

He grabbed the fruit from your hand just to feed it back to you. When you bit on it, however, Chris covered your mouth with his, taking the strawberry back with his tongue. He grabbed the fondue pot on the coffee table and walked towards the nightstand.

"I want this by the bedside. In case the craving strikes."

He put on some music as sultry as his entire existence was at that moment and reached his hand out to you to get you up from your seat. The moment you were on your feet, he pressed his strawberry-stained lips on yours, walking you slowly back to the bed. You took the moment to explore his lips, his jawline, his neck, everywhere you could lay your lips on.

"You’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful," he kept repeating in between his kisses like he didn’t know how to form any other sentence. You tugged at the hem of his shirt and peeled it off of him. There it was again. That magnificent torso on display for you.

"Say my name again."

"Christopher."

You ran your hands on his chest and that contact forced you to latch your lips on his nipples, one hand palming him over his pants. The more you dragged your tongue on him, the more he was twitching in his pants, silently pleading that you would get him out of it soon. He lifted your chin to face him again and unzipped your dress as his lips continued to consume you.

"On your knees for me, baby girl."

Chris guided you to climb on the bed and unbuckled his belt, removing whatever obstacle there was preventing the much needed skin-to-skin contact. He positioned himself right behind you, your entrance already glistening with an excessive amount of gloss, telling on how ready you were for him to make you float on air. Feeling just the tip of his cock against you pulled a needlessly enthusiastic whimper out of you. Chris was no better than you, letting out a loud prolonged grunt until he bottomed out.

"Just how do you take it so well every damn time? Fuck!"

Then he started moving. Taking his sweet time. Absolutely no rush, but movements still firm enough to rub his cock against your walls, putting you in an utter dilemma. A part of you just wanted to relish this sensation forever, but another part of you was riddled with this urge to yell at him to fuck you into that mattress. 

"Look up, baby girl. You gotta watch this."

Being completely lost in the waves of pleasure, you almost forgot about the existence of the mirror hovering over you. When you glanced at the ceiling, however, the sight was such a fucking turn-on that you couldn’t help that violent clench. You watched Chris sucking on his fingers to get them wet enough for you and leaning over you, pressing his fingers on your clit to draw languid circles on it.

"Oh, fuck! Just like that. Right there."

"Moan for me. Come on, louder."

He practically didn’t even have to say it because you were in no state to control those exclaims of pleasure. Every touch, every thrust, every kind of contact just forced it out of you.

"Harder. HARDER! Don't stop."

But Chris did stop no matter how briefly. He pulled out to turn you around to face him, throwing one leg over his shoulder to hit that spot that he knew was going to turn you into mere dust.

"Oh, FUCKING HELL, CHRIS!"

"That’s it. That’s my girl. You’re doing incredible."

You could swear you went temporarily blind over how ridiculously intense the pleasure was. You took a second to avert your eyes from Chris’ crazily beautiful face and watched the sublime way he was fucking you in that mirror, his back all tensed up, literally asking to be marked by you. He caressed your face to demand your attention on him again.

"Your hands are so pretty, you know," you grabbed his hand, "Why don’t you choke me a little with these?"

Chris placed his right hand over your throat to expertly command the way you breathe. His grip was firm, but he wasn’t hurting you in the slightest, just making you question why the fuck it was this arousing to completely give into him. You clenched again.

"You like that, huh?"

It might have started as a fantasy but he was indeed making you feel like an unhinged nymphomaniac, making you want him more and more, and for some reason you caught yourself reveling in that feeling.

"Oh, these walls are just begging to be painted. You’ll let me, right baby girl?"

"Yes. Fucking yes!"

"And you’ll keep it in for me. Not let it drip out?"

"Why the sudden obsession?" you giggled, but Chris answered with a completely serious face.

"Because any drop of my cum that’s not inside you is a fucking waste, that’s why."

You clenched again and you could feel the contractions getting stronger.

"You’re not about to knock me up, are you?" 

He contorted his face and twitched inside you. Hard.

"No shit, you want to, don’t you?"

"Maybe I do," Chris broke into a grin, "Maybe I wanna claim you."

"Or maybe you just wanna see me lactate, you deranged prick. I see how you look at my chest."

He clenched again—harder this time.

"Yeah maybe. Maybe I just want an excuse to suck on your nipples all day every day."

You looked at Chris’ face covered with beads of sweat, dripping on you as he kept fucking into you with fervor. He wanted an excuse? You could give him one.

"Cum for me."

"Ah, baby, please-"

"Shoot it on my chest. Come on, Christopher."

"OH, FUCK!"

Chris pulled out at the last second and jerked himself off to your breasts, covering them with strings of thick warm fluid. It felt amazing on your skin.

"Kiss me. Right here," you fondled your breasts to present him with his new target. He hovered over you to cater to your request and then some. He was dragging his tongue around your nipples and breasts to wipe his trail off of you like you were a canvas meant to be immediately cleaned after being painted. 

"Holy shit, never knew my cum on your skin would taste this good. So milky."

You squirmed under him until he was done cleaning you, and at long last, it was time for some sightseeing.

"Show me that back again."

Chris moved up on the bed and turned around for you to admire that sight for however long you wished.

"Oh, GOD, I just wanna fucking tattoo this."

You sat up to wrap your legs around him from behind and started kissing every inch of his back while he kept caressing your legs. You eventually moved up to his neck and just went at it, kissing, licking, biting wherever you can. You pulled him towards you, signaling him to lie down, and climbed on top of him. Chris knew where this was going.

"Oh, fuck yeah, ride me, baby girl. Show me what you got, come on."

Well, he definitely shouldn’t have said that. You started rolling your hips with a newfound fervor, hands securely placed on his chest. Chris assisted your moves by fucking into you from under, and the faster he moved, the stronger was the urge to mark that gorgeous chest. It didn’t take that long for you to give into that impulse, completely unleashing yourself on him, riding his cock with rougher movements.

"FUCK, just like that. There’s my girl. I wanna watch you go to town on me."

…which was exactly what he did until he took control again to press you against him, marking hickeys on your neck.

"Turn around, baby girl. Lay down on my chest."

As you were taking your position, he reached for the nightstand to bring out an aid for himself.

"This is about to make you go fucking berserk."

Chris started fucking into you again with precise movements and pressed the wand on your clit at the lowest intensity. His cock inside you, the vibrator in your pussy, his breath on your neck, his entire body under you, all of them combined under the sky that was that goddamn ceiling mirror… It was just too fucking much to stay sane.

"Shh, don’t make me restrain you, baby girl," he warned you as you kept wriggling over him, "Watch us. Watch how fucking beautiful you are. See for yourself this is where you belong. My fucking god, you rile me up so bad."

Nothing but your crazed moans echoed in the room. Nothing but Chris existed in this world. There was no other feeling but pleasure.  

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK, you’re driving me fucking crazy!"

"And you’re absolutely making me lose my fucking mind, baby girl," he gently bit your neck again, "Time to cum for me now."

Chris started fucking into you harder and faster while increasing the intensity of the vibrator, making it crystal clear for you that there was no way you could escape that impending car crash you were about to experience.

"Oh, god. Oh, GOD. OH, GOD, CHRIS, PLEASE!"

He kept fucking you through your orgasm for a hot minute while you kept panting and moaning over him, making him pleasantly surprised that it was taking this long. This was a first for you. You had experienced some strong orgasms before, but nothing quite like this. That jumbotron of a TV that was the gigantic ceiling mirror broadcasting your own porn back to you was definitely to blame for this.

"Are you still cumming, baby girl?" Chris chuckled into your neck, nipping and leaving wet marks on it with his tongue, moaning into your skin along with you.

"Just like that. Coat me all over."

You eventually managed to come down, your body still spread over him. You were spent, but apparently, Chris didn’t see any reason to call it a night. He caressed your cheeks instead and asked you with a bright smile:

"You wanna go again?"

"In a bit," you replied, still slightly panting. Then your eyes darted to the nightstand, "Oh, almost forgot about this."

You rolled over to shift yourself and face Chris again. His entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat, making him glow under the dim lights of the room. There was this one part on his torso that you found particularly charming. You marked it in your mind as your final destination and reached for the spoon on the nightstand.

"This might feel a little warm."

Chris hissed in pleasure when you carefully dripped the molten chocolate on his abs, on his navel, and finished it off with a trail around his Adonis belt. You put the spoon back, positioned yourself comfortably between his legs, and started eating the chocolate off of him with languid drags of your tongue. The density of the sweet liquid was thick, and it tasted even more intense on your tongue when mixed with his natural scent like that. This was probably one of the rarer delicacies you ever got to experience in your life. You made your way down from his abs down to his crotch, licking him with pure appetite, his moans accompanying you throughout the entire route. Chris brushed your hair away from your face to get a better look at your beautiful features and you held his gaze as you relished the dessert you didn’t get to have during dinner. Then you hit your last stop.

The freckle right under his navel.

You focused your eyes on that beautiful mark and attached your lips to it, kissing and licking much like the way you did when he stripped for you. Your ministrations were so much more sensual this time around, causing Chris to throw his head back, tugging at his own locks. You placed one last kiss on the freckle and climbed up on him again, transferring the chocolate taste on his tongue because he made you want to share dessert with him. No other reason.

"My turn."

Chris laid you on the bed and reached for the spoon himself, delicately dripping the warm liquid over your pussy just enough to make it slowly drip on your clit.

"Eyes up on the ceiling, baby girl. Watch yourself get out of your body. Watch me make you fucking soar."

He made himself comfortable between your legs and continued with a playful tone:

"One condition, though. If you can’t hold it, I’m gonna stop. Please don’t make me stop eating, I get really hangry."

That same damn torture you saw in your dream a couple of days ago manifested itself right before your eyes in 4K this time. Chris latched his lips on your clit, applying no pressure on it whatsoever. Just this very faint buzzing sensation provided by his content hums and barely audible moans. The only other aid was his warm hands wrapped around your thighs, gently stroking them.

"Shit-"

"Mhm, that’s my girl. Just like that."

He coated two of his fingers with his saliva to make it easier to push into you and went back to working your clit again. Very softly. His pumps were unnecessarily tender like he was scared to hurt you. It was intense. It was violent. It was beautiful. Your toes were curling at how delectable it all felt.

"Oh, god."

"There you go. You’re incredible."

Chris grabbed one more aid from the nightstand to accompany the wand he was about to use on you. You were expectantly watching him, trying to distract yourself from the magnitude of the pleasure because if you did, you would blow right on his luscious lips. He initially grabbed just the wand, turned it on to the lowest intensity, and pressed it against your clit, fingers still working you open. You were struggling to keep yourself in place since the stimulations were starting to overwhelm you. 

"Fuck. Oh, Chris, please."

"You’re doing amazing for me, baby girl," he placed a kiss on your pussy, "You can take a little more for me now, yeah?"

Chris pushed the little bullet vibrator he just took out inside you and started giving kitten licks on your clit while pressing the wand right above it.

Oh, now you’ve done it.

Too much. It was just plain too much for you to handle and you had to make that known to him.

"Please! Ch- PLEASE!"

"Sensitive?" he giggled against your clit.

"I’m about to fucking lose it, Chris, PLEASE STOP THIS TORTURE!!!"

You were drenched. Fucking soaked. Sopping wet. And on the brink of passing out.

"Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, baby girl," Chris soothed you, "I’ll just slide right in now. Hold onto me."

He cast his assault weapons to the side and placed himself between your thighs again.

"Watch yourself. Watch me drive you crazy."

It was true. Chris was rock hard, but he slid inside effortlessly as if he poured an entire bottle of lube in you. You clung to his arms.

"Press yourself on me."

"Wanna get crushed under me again?" he smiled with fondness on his face. When you frantically nodded, Chris pressed his body against yours, still careful not to actually hurt you, and started fucking into you again. He felt much better than all those vibrators combined.

"Fucking hell, why are you this pretty?" Chris couldn’t help the urge to attack your lips, "Moan louder for me, come on."

"Chris."

"Louder, baby girl."

"AH, CHRIS!"

"That’s my girl. That’s my fucking girl," he maniacally smiled out of sheer ecstasy. Feeling every inch of his body against yours, not to mention the way the heights he was taking you to was simply astounding, forcing moans after moans to rip from your throat.

"Ascend me. Drive me crazy. Crush me. Fucking use me. I can’t fucking take this!"

"You’re just so fucking filthy," he groaned.

"You can call me a whore to my face, it’s fine," you stupidly smiled at him. Chris unleashed himself on your lips instead, kissing you hungrily again.

"But I paid for the girlfriend experience, didn’t I? I wanna call you my baby instead."

Something churned inside you at his words. Your stomach dropped. You heard fireworks in the distance, but for the life of you, you couldn’t look him in the eye. Chris held your face in place and glued his eyes on yours.

"Look at me." 

You had no choice but to face him head-on now.

"Let me love you, baby."

You wanted to combust. You wanted the floor to part and swallow you whole so that you didn’t have to face him. This was way more embarrassing than whatever debauchery you allowed yourselves to indulge in for the past couple of hours. 

While you were wrapped up in this internal conflict, Chris grabbed the bullet once again and pressed it on your clit as he fucked into you at a way more quickened pace and a dangerous angle pressing into you, threatening a very explosive orgasm.

"Let go for your man. I want you to drench me."

"Please."

"Cum for me, baby."

"Please."

"Say my name when you cum for me."

"Chris, pl-"

"Say it, baby girl."

"Christopher, FUCK!"

For a second there, you weren’t exactly sure whether you were cumming or it was a very uncalled for watersports situation going on. You sank your fingers into his arms, violently convulsing under him with uncontrollable and frequent moans. The sensations along with the wonderful sounds coming out of you were way too much to handle for Chris. He let himself run wild, shooting his entire load in you with erratic thrusts, eventually collapsing on your chest.

"My beautiful baby girl," he kissed you and slapped a mischievous smile to his lips while trying to catch his breath, "You wanna go again?"

"I don’t plan on dying tonight," you inadvertently giggled. Chris wrapped you in his arms and drifted to sleep in absolute bliss.

You didn’t know how much time had passed when you woke up in the middle of the night again.

Your chest was heavy. Being next to Chris like that, replaying everything he said to you, pretend or otherwise, was making all your synapses fail. You had to get out of there if you didn’t wanna find yourself in a deeper mess than you were already in. You just had to control yourself. Control your feelings to avoid that inevitable pain. You gently uncovered the sheets on you, but before your feet could even touch the ground…

"No."

…you felt a tight grip on your wrist. 

"I’m not letting you go this time."

Chris pulled you back to bed in one harsh movement, completely trapping you in his embrace, his chest pressed against your back, arms wrapped around your waist, legs tangled with yours, and nose buried in the crook of your neck. You were overwhelmed with too many feelings, so much so that you were panicking. You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to bawl your fucking eyes out. You wanted to beg for mercy.

You were drowning in emotions you shouldn’t have been feeling.

Absolutely shouldn’t have been feeling.

What was even worse was that there was video evidence of it all if you ever wanted to torture yourself.

«TO BE CONTINUED»

❝𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐬. 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.❞

↳ Part 7 of Loveless. See Part 1 for story description.

↳ Female reader x Changbin, female reader x Hyunjin

↳ 5.8k

! Strong language, explicit sexual content, heavy angst and tension, arranged marriage au, soulmates au, oral sex, penetrative sex, first-time sex, first-time orgasm, size kink(ish), big ol’ dick, themes of virginity, themes of cheating, an effective one-night stand, mild confrontation, mild threat, adult themes throughout !

「Part 1」 「Contents List」 「© August 2022 by jl-micasea-fics」

“You won’t, baby. I promise.”

To put faith in Changbin’s whispered promise is a foolish thing to do, you know.

Faith in promises requires trust. Trust that you certainly don’t have in him, for he hasn’t earned it, and you’re sure that he might say the thing same of you.

You know he’s determined. Headstrong and capable, because what little you’ve learned of the Imperators implies that the weak of will aren’t welcome among them. Indeed, the way he carried himself when you first met only several days ago was that of a man that held integrity above all else, held loyalty dear to his heart.

Unfortunate though it may have been that you discovered his virtuous qualities through his rejection, the fact remains indisputable that he’s a man of principle.  

And in light of all that, you suppose there are worse men to which you could have given your first kiss. Worse men with which to have entrusted your innocence.

Legs still wrapped tightly around him, your top half still exposed, you wonder if you’d be allowing any of this to happen if you were of a sounder mind. Because you’re not, and you know it. Whether the easing sickness is to blame, or Changbin himself, you can’t be sure.

But as you’ve established ten times over in your head; it doesn’t matter anymore.

“Why don’t you take that bath?” he suggests softly. “We’ve still got some time before lights out, and you haven’t eaten yet.”

Your face must relay your complaint as you twist your nose up at the thought of being removed from Changbin’s arms, but still, you suppose he’s right. Now that the remnants of your sweat-inducing illness have more or less passed, you’re beginning to feel distinctly riper than normal.

Besides, freshening up might return a measure of rational thought to you. Eating might reinvigorate your strength.

You sort of hope it doesn’t.

Changbin sets you to the ground gently, thumbing stray strands of hair from your face and tucking them behind your ears. It feels strange, this kind of closeness. This kind of intimacy he swore only to reserve for Elena, yet is now being slathered on you like he loved you all along.

It’s almost enough to unnerve you.

“Changbin,” you retrieve your pyjama top from the floor and holding it against your chest. “Are we—”

“Don’t,” he interrupts. “Don’t ask me if we’re doing the right thing.”

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