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This Namjoon is pure comfort. I love this big man! Made me feel so loved and cozy. 🥺 Very nicely written! And I love how bratty reader is. 🥰🫰🏻

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Your colleague Namjoon's infuriating. He's intelligent but he's also smug, competitive and cold. You hate him until you realise you don't.

Pairing: Namjoon x F! reader, ft Jimin x F! reader and Seokjin

Rating: 18+

Genre: Medical AU, smut, angst

Word count: 8.5k

Warnings: Snark, sex, swearing, ex boyfriend Seokjin, fuckboy with a heart of gold Jimin, Namjoon biceps

You’re fumbling with your bag, trying to find the key to your new office when a shadow falls over you.

You turn, nearly spilling your coffee.

There’s a tall man who’s come up behind you, wrapped up against the winter chill in a beanie and scarf and a coat that looks like you could use it as a parachute if you decided to jump off the top of the hospital.

‘Hey, are you the new cardiac fellow?’ he asks. His voice is deep, mellow. He nudges his glasses up his nose bridge like it’ll help him see you better and peers at you, a little like an owl.

‘Yeah,’ you say. You hold out a hand. ‘Y/N. You must be Namjoon.’

‘Yeah. I’m the current fellow.’ 

He reaches up to the top of the door frame, barely even having to stretch to do so, and comes back with a key.

He unlocks the door and nudges it open. ‘After you.’

Is he joking? 

The office he’s just unlocked is barely the size of a storage cupboard. There’s a shared desk, two computers and a bookshelf loaded with crusty old medical textbooks from before women were allowed into med school.

You scoot around to the half of the desk that looks less populated. 

‘It’s kind of a squeeze,’ he says. ‘We won’t spend a lot of time here, anyway.’

You put your coffee down. 

‘I would’ve texted you to ask if you wanted coffee if I knew your number,’ you say, trying to make conversation. ‘There’s a good place I pass on the way.’

‘Oh I don’t drink coffee,’ he says.

You blink. 

‘Yeah? What’s your drug of choice?’ you ask, trying for levity.

‘I don’t do drugs,’ he says, straightfaced.

‘Yeah sorry. Bad joke,’ you say. 

There’s a pause where you look at the poster behind him, a schematic of a bronchial tree.

‘We should exchange numbers though, if we’re gonna be working together,’ you suggest. You type the digits he reels off into your phone and call him so he has yours.

His profile pic flashes up as you call him.

It’s kind of cute. It’s him with his arm around a pretty girl. They’re both dressed down, there’s a backdrop of autumn leaves, a clear sky.

It’s cuddly and warm and reminds you of Seokjin.

Fuck Seokjin.

You shove your phone in your coat pocket. 

‘Hey where do we get changed?’

‘I’ll show you,’ Namjoon says. He acts like he’s going to let you squeeze past him but with his puffy coat you’re not sure if you’ll fit. 

Oh shit. 

His coat isn’t that puffy, he’s just that big.

He looks down at you inquiringly as you stop, pressed against his front.

‘Stuck?’

‘Yeah,’ you squeak.

You wriggle away, feeling vaguely obscene about it. 

‘Sorry,’ he says, nudging his glasses up again. 

You follow him down a series of corridors to the locker room. 

‘It’s communal,’ he says, shrugging.

You quickly look away from the bare male ass that caught your attention when you walked in.

‘Got it.’

You grab scrubs, step away from Namjoon and get changed quickly, a little off balance.

You’re shoving your feet back into your sneakers when Namjoon approaches. 

He’s looking carefully away from you, up at the clock on the wall.

‘Ready? We have an MR list this morning.’ 

‘Sure,’ you say. You look at your clothes uncertainly.

‘You can put them in my locker if you want?’ he offers.

‘Thanks.’

By the time you reach the MRI suite you’re vibrating with nerves, but the familiar setup has you letting out a sigh of relief.

Everything in this new place where you’re going to be working for a year is new and daunting, but this at least is familiar.

You snap on gloves and get started.

It’s a full list through the day but the cases are interesting, and you’re concentrating so hard the day passes quickly. 

You’re surprised to learn it’s past six by the time you finish.

‘I’m gonna stop by the library before I go home,’ Namjoon tells you at the same time as you ask, ‘do you want to grab dinner?’

You laugh, awkwardly. ‘Yeah. See you tomorrow Namjoon.’

You back out of the MR suite quickly, and are halfway back to the office when you realise your clothes are in Namjoon’s locker still.

You debate going to find him, but you have no idea where the library is.

The truth is, it’s been a fucking long day, and you live five minutes walk from the hospital.

You shoulder your backpack and walk home in the cold.

Your new apartment is large, spacious. The area around the hospital is a dive which is how you can afford the space.

You look, determinedly, at the stacked cardboard boxes of your packed things. You moved in a week ago. You should unpack.

You slice through the masking tape of the first box and pull the flaps apart, only to be greeted by a fluffy alpaca and a searing memory of Seokjin on your first date.

Ah. This is why you put off unpacking. 

Your tears surprise you. 

You fold the flaps back over, gently, and just go to bed instead.

***

You’re standing in front of the hot counter in the hospital cafeteria, trying to decide between carbs or carbs. 

The morning’s been pretty dull, you’ve been doing some follow up calls and catching up on emails. 

When you get back to the office, Namjoon’s standing just outside the door with your boss, Dr Lam.

‘We missed you at the M&M,’ Dr Lam says pleasantly.

You flick your gaze to Namjoon. 

‘Namjoon did an excellent presentation on ACD,’ Dr Lam continues.

‘Ah I’m sorry,’ you say, ‘I wasn’t aware there was an M&M scheduled.’

Namjoon hadn’t mentioned a thing when you saw him this morning.

‘It’s on the calendar on the wall,’ Namjoon points out. 

Is he trying to make you look bad?

You unclench your jaw and force yourself to apologise again to Dr Lam.

As soon as she’s walked away, you suck in a breath. 

‘You didn’t mention an M&M this morning when I saw you,’ you say, trying to keep it civil.

He looks at you like you’re the unreasonable one.

‘It’s on the wall calendar. It’s not a secret,’ he says. 

You resist the very strong urge to rip his glasses off his face.

‘Thanks,’ you say, dry, brittle.

Pointedly, you stare at the wall calendar. It’s ridiculous, you can’t see anyway through the waves of rage coursing through you, but that’s not the point.

It’s your second day. Wouldn’t it have been the nice thing to do to just mention it to you? 

‘Also your clothes,’ Namjoon says. He’s watching you carefully, like he’s aware he’s on thin ice. 

He pushes his locker keys across the table at you. 

‘Do you want them back?’

You stand so quickly the rickety desk rocks up. 

‘I’ll get them right now,’ you say, snatching up the keys.

You don’t say anything else because you’re still so annoyed you could burst.

Instead, you get turned around on your way to the locker room and end up in a random stairwell, lost.

Why is hospital signage always so bad?

You sit on the stairs and burst into tears. 

You never cry, it’s unlike you. 

You never fucking cry because life is stupid and people are stupid and fucking hell Kim Seokjin is stupid for letting you go.

It still hurts so much that he let you go. That he chose to be without you when he was a big part of your life for so long.

And now here you are crying in a stairwell because of some cutthroat colleague. 

You’re better than this, aren’t you? You’ve had your shit together for so long you can’t even remember what it feels like to spiral. 

You swipe at your tears and exit the stairwell. 

You give up on trying to find the locker room.

You toss the keys back on Namjoon’s desk with a murmured ‘thanks.’

You can feel his eyes on your tearstained face, so you stare back at him, challenging him to say something.

He looks away first, and you take that as a win.

You’ve not really won at anything lately, so this counts.

***

It’s Friday, you’ve made it through the first week of your fellowship relatively unscathed.

You’ve cried twice, once that first night and then in the stairwell.

You’ve had three hospital cafeteria lunches and that’s all you’re going to subject your digestive system to.

You’ve drunk more coffee than you care to recall. 

It’s not the best start to your fellowship, but it’s not the worst either.

You’re gathering your things to leave when Namjoon enters the office.

He puts your clothes on the desk.

‘Why didn’t you take them back?’ he asks.

‘Got lost on the way to the locker room,’ you say, truthfully.

‘Why didn’t you ask me for directions?’ he asks. His jaw tightens as you raise your eyebrows at him.

You shrug. ‘Not your problem. Like reminding me of the schedule on my first fucking week isn’t your problem.’

You take a fierce, childish pleasure in the way he stares at you, a muscle in his jaw ticking.

Your partner is a big man, but you’ve made a lifetime out of taking on male assholes and cutting them down to size.

Figuratively speaking, of course. 

You brush past him on your way out. 

***

Your med school friend Hana who you’re reconnecting with now that you’ve moved into the area always was a social butterfly.

She’s throwing a party at her place, a luxe apartment by the quay with stunning views and a penthouse terrace.

You knew you should have gone into ophthalmology. 

Hana greets you at the door with an excited hug. 

She presses a drink into your hand and pushes you onto the terrace with a vague wave of her hand and an instruction to ‘go mingle’. 

You head to the edge of the terrace overlooking the water.

It’s beautiful out, cold but clear. The lights from the boats light the water like stars.

The drink in your hand’s disappearing fast, but it’s ok. You’re easy. 

You’re sick of feeling sorry for yourself.

You sense someone approaching you before you hear their voice.

‘Do you sail?’ 

‘No.’

You turn to see a good looking guy smiling at you. 

He’s a shade taller than you, with plush lips and skin that looks like it’s been airbrushed. 

He says, ‘me neither. I’ve always wanted to.’

‘I like swimming,’ you offer.

His eyes are still crinkled at the corners. 

Gosh, he’s pretty.

‘I dive,’ he tells you. ‘Park Jimin.’

‘Y/N L/N,’ you reply, shaking the hand he holds out. 

His grasp is firm, skin cool. The silver hoops dangling from his ears glint in the floodlights over the terrace. 

Park Jimin gets you another drink, and you find out he works with Hana. 

Damn. Now you really wish you’d gone into ophthalmology.

He’s a flirt, and that’s ok because you can flirt too. You’re rusty though, it’s been a while since you were single.

All the friends you’ve had in the last few years knew how committed you and Seokjin were to each other.

You push away the unwanted intrusion of his name.

Jimin’s leaning back over the glass balustrade, his arms braced, the position making his shirt gape open.

He catches you looking and flicks his tongue out over his full bottom lip.

The gesture makes your cunt clench, mainly because of the intent in his eyes.

‘Up for a refill?’ he asks. His voice is silvery, with a husky undertone that’s steadily making you dampen your panties.

He flicks his tongue out again, and your thighs tighten.

Your face feels so warm.

You realise he’s still waiting for an answer.

‘I don’t want to be too tipsy,’ you say, looking at him steadily.

Jimin sees something in your eyes that makes him lean close. 

‘Are you just tipsy enough now?’ he asks. He’s so close his hard chest brushes yours.

‘Yeah,’ you reply. ‘Just enough.’

It turns out Jimin’s apartment is next to Hana’s, which in practical terms means it’s barely ten minutes before you’re unrolling a condom onto him and lowering yourself down into his lap.

You’re so wet already the slide is easy, so turned on by his beautiful body and the pretty sounds he’s making that he barely has to touch you to make you cum the first time.

Jimin turns out to be the best kind of overachiever, fucking you into your second orgasm whilst also gleaming sweat all over his sculpted torso.

After he cums he ties off the condom neatly and goes to get you a drink.

You’re looking for your clothes when he comes back. 

He hands you a glass of water. 

‘Going so soon?’ he asks.

There’s a naughty gleam in his eye. 

‘I have to work tomorrow,’ you say, regretfully.

‘Shame. I wanted to eat your pussy,’ he says. 

He hasn’t bothered to put his shirt back on, and standing like this, you can follow his v line straight into the waistband of the black boxer briefs he pulled back on.

‘I thought you’d want me out,’ you say lightly.

He smiles charmingly at you. ‘This isn’t college,’ he says. ‘Stay as long as you like. I can make you breakfast in the morning.’

The last time you had sex with someone you barely knew was in college, and his name was Kim Seokjin.

Look how that turned out.

‘Ah but how will I leave you wanting more if I stay?’ you say, half joking.

Jimin, the perfect gentleman despite how he’d defiled you in his bed, insists on walking you down to your taxi.

When you get home you drop him a text.

Y/n: Hey thanks for a lovely evening.

Jimin: Anytime. You know where I live, door’s always open.

You don’t know what else to say, so you leave it at that.

***

You’re finishing up some notes when Namjoon walks into the office.

‘Saw you’d written up the case from last month - the alveolar proteinosis,’ he says.

‘Yep,’ you reply, shooting him a look. . 

Things have barely been civil between you but you don’t need him to do your job so there’s that.

He looks like he’s about to say something when there’s a knock on the door.

It’s Dr Lam. ‘Good paper,’ she says, nodding approvingly at you.

‘Thank you,’ you say. 

‘I think it’d be a good one to present at the next regional meeting,’ she says. ‘I’ll email you the details.’

‘Sounds great. Thank you,’ you reply.

When she leaves the office you bask in the glow of Dr Lam’s praise and the barely disguised envy Namjoon’s emanating.

‘Hey, did you hear that?’ you ask, cocking your head. 

Namjoon looks at you, brow furrowed. ‘What?’ 

‘That’s a slam dunk on your head,’ you say, deadly serious. 

Namjoon stares at you for a moment. His lips quiver. 

Then he laughs. ‘What’s wrong with you?’ he asks. 

‘What’s wrong with you? Apart from too much protein powder?’ you mutter. 

Namjoon laughs again. 

You’re part-way through reading a paper when he says, ‘I’m sorry I didn’t remind you about M&M.’ 

You search his eyes. 

‘It’s fine, I know you’re competitive.’ 

‘I’m not — competitive like that,’ he protests. 

You roll your eyes. 

‘Ok, I am competitive. We all are. You wouldn’t be in this job if you weren’t,’ Namjoon says, finally. 

He leans forward over the desk, holding out his hand. ‘But I’m not going to try to sabotage you or screw you over, ok? I’m not like that.’ 

You look at his big hand. ‘Why do you want me to touch you?’ 

‘Jesus, it’s a handshake,’ Namjoon says, exasperated. 

‘Fine.’ 

You shake his hand, firmly. ‘No sneaky shit,’ you say, warningly. 

‘No sneaky shit,’ Namjoon echoes.

‘I swapped out your office key for the store cupboard key,’ you confess. 

‘Shit that was you? I thought I was going crazy.’ 

‘I also put gum in your ethernet port,’ you say, since you might as well come out with it. 

‘God damn it, IT spent an hour trying to fix it! My new computer’s arriving tomorrow.’ 

‘Just saying, you don’t want to get on my bad side again.’ 

‘Noted,’ Namjoon says. He smiles at you, and for the first time you notice the dimples bracketing his lips. 

You want to smile back but you give him a stern look instead. 

He gets up. ‘I’m gonna go stretch my legs. Want a coffee?’ 

‘You don’t drink coffee,’ you say. 

‘I’m going to get myself tea. I’ll get you a coffee.’ 

You watch him leave the office. You hadn’t realised his shoulders were so broad. 

***

You’re trying to retrieve a pen you dropped from under the table when the office door opens. 

You crawl out from under the table and are confronted with Namjoon’s lycra clad thighs. 

‘Shit,’ you say, hitting your head on the bottom of the table. 

In a moment he’s crouching next to you. ‘Are you ok?’ 

Like this, his thighs are splayed, giving you a direct and clear line of vision to the bulge of his —

‘It’s too early for lycra-covered cock,’ you complain, and he gets up so quickly the table rocks. 

‘Stop staring at it,’ he says. 

‘It’s right in my eyeline!’ you protest. ‘Put it away.’ 

Namjoon waits until you’re standing next to him. 

‘Why are you dressed like a slut?’ you ask, averting your eyes. 

‘I’m wearing my cycling gear. I cycle to work,’ he answers. 

‘Ok, I’ve heard enough. I know we said we wouldn’t backstab each other but we can’t possibly be friends.’ 

You look up and notice how sweaty he is. 

A droplet of sweat streaks down his neck, disappearing into the neck of his tight top. 

You have a sudden unexplainable urge to lick it away. 

You realise he’s looking down at you. 

A dimple flashes. ‘Are you checking me out?’ 

‘I would never,’ you vow. ‘It’s just – why are you dressed like a whore if you don’t want me to look?’ 

‘That’s problematic,’ he chides. 

‘That’s problematic,’ you mimic. 

He tosses his (rain-proof) jacket at you. ‘You know, if I said the same thing to you, HR would rain down on my ass so quick.’ 

‘Yeah, turn, I want to see your ass too. Also, where are your glasses? I love a sexy nerd.’ 

‘I can’t cycle with them on,’ he mutters. 

‘Can I take a photo? I’m sure that nurse in IR who likes you would flip if she saw you in this getup.’ 

‘Stop objectifying me,’ he whines. 

You laugh him out of the office. 

***

There’s a knock on the door. 

You look up, ready to torment Namjoon, and stop with your mouth slightly open. 

Wow. 

There’s a very hot guy in glasses looking at you, a computer screen tucked under one arm. 

‘Hey, I’m here with a new computer for Dr Kim,’ he says. His voice is gravelly, low. 

You close your mouth. ‘Sure.’ 

You watch him set up for a few minutes, then decide to confess. 

‘I stuck gum in the ethernet port. His computer’s probably fine.’ 

He looks at you, expression unreadable. 

You think he’s not going to answer you until finally, he says, ‘One, I already carried this all the way from IT on sixth. Two, I really don’t get paid enough to care.’ 

‘Fair,’ you say, nodding. 

He looks at you for a moment longer, then says, casually, ‘That’s a pretty smart way to sabotage someone.’ 

‘He wears cycling lycra to work,’ you reply, not looking up from your computer. 

‘What kind of asshole does that,’ he says. 

‘Right?’ 

You look up to find he’s smiling at you. 

Wow. He’s got a gorgeous smile, all perfect teeth and gums. 

‘Min Yoongi,’ he says, holding out a hand. 

‘Y/N L/N,’ you reply, giving him a firm shake. ‘Can I get you a coffee while you set up?’ 

‘I’m done,’ he says, logging out of Namjoon’s new computer. ‘But we can get coffee. I told my boss I was rebooting all 50 of the computers on ICU.’ 

‘Done. Let’s go,’ you say, getting up. 

‘Wait,’ he says, ‘are you getting me a coffee to get extra IT privileges?’ 

‘Well, I could use a new headset,’ you say, feigning seriousness. 

He looks at you seriously, mouth in a line. ‘If you want the extra comfy set for all day use you’ll need to get me a muffin too.’ 

‘Done.’ 

***

Dr Lam enters your office unceremoniously. 

‘All hands on deck folks, there’s been a multi-casualty incident. You’re needed on the ICU.’ 

You and Namjoon enter the ICU to a cacophony of beeping monitors, terse conversations and the incessant whine of the drug fridge, left ajar.

You close the fridge and look up as Delia, the head nurse approaches.

‘Thank god,’ she says, brisk. ‘Bed 11 needs intubating, bed 15’s bleeding out on the floor and there’s a fucking hot orthopaedic surgeon wandering around distracting my nurses but not otherwise helping. Get to it, chaps.’

She walks away, and you turn to Namjoon. ‘I’ll sort the bleeder if you take the tube and the orthopod,’ you suggest.

‘If you see him send him my way,’ Namjoon replies. He flashes you a grin that you stare at a beat too long.

‘Goddamn it put those dimples away Namjoon. It’s a serious situation here.’

You’re putting in a line to pour blood in when Namjoon turns up by the bed.

‘We called it,’ he tells you. 

‘Shit,’ you say, commiserating.

Namjoon picks up the bag of blood hanging by your head. ‘Squeeze this in?’ he asks.

His forearms flex beautifully as he runs the blood.

You have to tear your eyes away, and the nurse beside you lets out an audible sigh.

You roll your eyes and snap off your gloves. 

‘I’m gonna call for some cryo,’ you say. 

You’re taking a quick drink break amongst the carnage, standing next to the water cooler when a shadow falls across you.

‘Mind if I —-‘

You turn to see beautiful dark brows raised over intense eyes, wavy hair swept back from the most beautiful male profile you’ve ever seen.

You step back to let him get some water.

You take in the scrubs, the clogs, the faint line from a scrubs hat marring the perfection of his forehead.

Holy fuck. This must be —-

Your entire field of view is obscured by the broad back of Kim Namjoon as he steps between you and the fucking distractingly gorgeous orthopaedic surgeon.

He’s so close his back is in your face.

He smells nice.

Namjoon puts a hand behind him to steady you. 

He turns, briefly. ‘Stop sniffing me,’ he says, stern.

He turns back to the surgeon. ‘Taehyung, you’re needed down in the ED.’

‘Sure,’ Taehyung says. Christ. The timbre of his voice is as gorgeous as he is.

Namjoon turns to you as Taehyung saunters away. 

‘I wasn’t sniffing you,’ you say, lying through your teeth.

He looks down at you and brushes a lock of hair that’s escaped your ponytail out of your face. His touch is warm, firm. 

‘You ok?’ he asks. 

‘Yeah,’ you say. .

His eyes on your face feel oddly penetrating. He pours you another glass of water and watches as you gulp it down. 

‘There’s a new patient in 17. Shall we?’

You try not to stare at his ass and thighs as he walks away.

***

The moon’s high in the sky by the time the hospital’s been stepped down from red to amber alert. 

You’re getting changed alongside Namjoon in the locker room, grimacing at the bodily fluids splattered on your top.

Namjoon shoulders his backpack. ‘I might just crash in the mess,’ he says, running a hand over his face. ‘I don’t feel like cycling home.’

‘You can sleep at mine,’ you offer. ‘I’ve got an extra room.’

‘Yeah?’ he asks. 

‘Sure. I’ve got a spare bathroom and everything. But there’s one condition,’ you say. 

Namjoon cocks a brow at you. 

‘Can you put your little lycra number on again?’

He rolls his eyes and pulls you under his arm.

Your face is squished against his hard chest, his pec firm under your cheek.

‘Nice tits,’ you say, muffled.

He lets you go. ‘I don’t even have the energy to tell you off,’ he tells you. 

‘Yeah,’ you agree. ‘Should I order us a pizza?’

***

Namjoon’s in your living room by the time you get out of the shower. 

‘Love what you’ve done with the place,’ he says, dry.

He’s being sarcastic, of course.

The boxes, and the past you can’t bear to face, are all still scattered around the place.

‘It’s industrial chic,’ you tell him. 

You put the pizza on the coffee table and gesture to the couch. 

‘Mi casa es su casa,’ you tell him. 

Namjoon tears into the pizza and you flick on the TV. 

You eat in companionable silence. 

It’s when you’re in your kitchenette cleaning up that Namjoon asks about the picture of you and Seokjin on your fridge.

It’s a magnet, a photo of you and Seokjin after some wedding you went to. He’d been in his long-haired phase, sexy in his suit, and you’d been….

Happy.

‘It’s my ex,’ you tell him. ‘We were together a long time.’

‘It’s hard learning to be single again,’ Namjoon says. There’s no inflection in his voice, he says it like it’s a fact.

It’s kind of everything you’ve wanted to hear since the breakup. Seven words. Enough to make you bite hard on the inside of your cheek.

Your eyes blur with tears anyway.

You want to wipe them away but your hands are in the soapy water and you still think you can hide the tears from Namjoon even though he’s right next to you.

You sniffle, too loud. 

Namjoon says. ‘I’m sorry.’

He pulls your hands out of the water, dries them off with a dishcloth, gentle. 

You want to pull your hands away but he’s still got them clasped in his.

‘Forget the dishes,’ he tells you.

He’s walking you into your bedroom, laying you on the bed.

He lays on his side next to you, pulls you into his arms. 

‘Shh,’ he murmurs. ‘It’s fine. I won’t tell anyone you actually have a heart.’

You manage a watery grin into his chest. 

His arms are solid around you. 

It’s been a long time since you’ve been held like this, and it’s been a tough fucking day. 

He wants to hold you, so you let him. His steady heartbeat against your cheek lulls you to sleep.

***

When you wake, he’s still beside you, rolled onto his back, arm across chest.

He’s beautiful, face relaxed. His glasses are on your bedside table, he must have taken them off at some point.

The clock tells you that you’ve got an hour before work to get ready.

You could watch him sleeping for hours.

His voice, low and husky from sleep, startles you.

‘Sleep ok?’

‘Yes,’ you tell him. 

You watch as he fumbles for his glasses. 

You lean over him and pluck them from the table, slipping them onto his face.

‘I’m sorry you had to deal with all that emotion,’ you tell him. 

He sits up a little, braces himself on his arm. 

You try not to think about how good he looks in your sheets.

‘It’s human to have emotions,’ he says. ‘It was a hell of a day yesterday.’

‘Yeah.’

‘I know what it’s like when a relationship falls apart,’ he tells you, serious. ‘For whatever reason.’

He turns over and lays back onto your bed.

‘We broke up because he got an amazing opportunity abroad,’ you say. You smile at the memory of how excited he was when he heard.

‘He deserved it.’

Namjoon reaches over and squeezes your hand.

You exchange a smile. 

‘This bed is comfy,’ Namjoon says. 

‘Don’t get used to it.’

‘Baby I haven’t even had a chance to show you my skills yet,’ he says, goofy.

You’re still laughing when you get into the shower.

***

Namjoon’s leaning against the wall of the radiology seminar room when you get there.

The room’s packed, it’s standing room only. 

Namjoon shifts over obligingly when you reach him, making a space for you between him and the wall. 

‘I knew we were friends for a reason,’ you say, patting him on the shoulder.

He flexes a bicep and you work hard to keep your mouth from falling open.

‘That’s quite enough,’ you say, recovering enough to give him a quelling look.

‘You seem to like it though, you’re always staring at my arms,’ Namjoon says. 

He ignores your half-hearted attempts at defending yourself.

‘It’s fine, I know what I look like,’ he says. 

You punch him in the shoulder and he laughs like he’s amused. He doesn’t even flinch. 

‘No one likes a cocky nerd,’ you mutter.

The lights dim and CT images start flashing up on the screen. 

Namjoon frowns as the person in front of you shuffles back a little, nearly bumping you. 

He moves a bit closer to you, like he’s trying to shield you with his own body. 

You barely take anything in during the meeting, you can’t when he’s this close to you. 

He’s distracting, the smell of him, the warmth emanating from his skin, the size of him. His goddamn shoulders.

Namjoon glances over at you, the screen reflected in the lenses of his glasses.

‘You ok?’

‘Fine,’ you whisper back.

He leans down, lips so close they almost brush your ear, and asks again, ‘you ok?’

You nod quickly.

You spend the rest of the meeting hoping your face will cool down before the lights come back on.

***

Namjoon gets up from his desk. ‘I’m gonna head out. See you tomorrow.’

‘See you tomorrow.’

You’re packing up your own things when he comes back. 

‘Left my phone,’ he tells you.

You take in his soft looking black turtleneck, the crocodile belt, the smart trousers.

‘Hot date?’ you ask, casual.

‘My sister set me up with someone she works with. We’re on a double date with her and her husband,’ he tells you.

‘You look great,’ you tell him. ‘Don’t forget to flex.’

‘Thighs or chest?’ he asks, quirking his lips at you.

‘You’re not a goddamn chicken meal,’ you say, laughing. 

He’s still waiting, the asshole, so you say, ‘thighs obviously.’ 

‘Like this?’ he asks, innocent, perching on the desk, flexing in a way that makes you want to ride his thigh immediately.

‘Yeah, you tease.’

‘Just checking,’ he laughs. He grins at you and you resist the urge to poke your finger in his dimples.

‘Have fun,’ you say. 

You shoulder your backpack and head home.

You’re getting ready for bed when your phone lights up.

Jimin: Hey, I’m out for drinks near the hospital. Are you up?

Y/n: I’m up.

Jimin: I’ve been told I look good in this shirt. Wanna see?

Y/n: Love to.

You text him your address and wait by the door.

He doesn’t keep you waiting long, appearing on your doorstep with a smirk on his face and his shirt already more than half unbuttoned.

He looks even better than he said.

You greet him with a kiss. 

***

Namjoon’s sprawled on your couch, so big you wonder if you should have got a bigger one.

He’s on his laptop, scrolling through the articles you sent him as you work on your literature review together.

‘If we publish, who gets first author?’ you ask.

He lifts a brow. ‘Arm wrestle you for it?’

‘Sure,’ you say, elbow down on your coffee table. 

Namjoon gives you a doubtful look as he lines up with you. He clasps your hand, and his biceps jump. 

Fuck it. 

You reach out, grab a fold of his t-shirt and tug. 

He comes willingly, stops an inch or so away. 

Your faces are so close you can feel his breath on your cheek. 

‘Namjoon,’ you breathe. 

His eyes flutter closed at your voice. 

‘Mmh?’ he asks. 

He’s a big man, but his voice is controlled, quiet. 

‘What are we doing?’ he asks. 

‘You have a lot of questions,’ you say. 

Your hand trails a path from his shoulder, down the front of him. His stomach muscles jerk as you tuck three fingers into the waistband of his sweats. 

‘Can I suck your dick?’

‘Fuck,’ he utters. 

His eyes are open now. Stupidly, your arms are still braced against each other. 

You push, and he lets you flatten the back of his hand on the coffee table. 

‘I’m first author,’ you say. ‘Come on, let’s fuck.’ 

Namjoon lets you take him to bed. 

***

Namjoon likes kissing, you find out. He likes it when you kiss along his face, dimple to jaw, down his neck, trailing a path to his collarbones. 

‘Off,’ you murmur, tugging at his t-shirt. 

He pulls it off so quickly he almost hits you in the face with an elbow. 

You take a moment to admire his chest, the pecs outlined so well by his scrubs tops, dusky nipples, the silver chain hanging between his collarbones. 

You slip off your top, and his gaze drops to your body with flattering speed. He gives you as thorough an inspection as you did to him. 

He reaches out, tucks a finger under the tiny bow separating your breasts, tugs a little. 

‘I’ve thought about this,’ he tells you. 

You pause in the middle of sliding down his body. You bury your face in his groin, and his hips jump. The hardness of him thrills you. 

‘Yeah?’ you ask, fingers all tucked into his waistband. 

He lifts his hips, and you slide everything off. 

His cock lays against the warm skin of his stomach. 

You wrap your fingers around him, and he wraps his hand around yours, grip firm. He pumps himself a few times, even though he looks and feels plenty hard already. 

Your pussy’s tightening just at the sight of him, your underwear sticking between your legs. 

‘Let me,’ you say. His grip loosens, and you smirk at him as you lower your head. 

You gather your hair in a pony so he can see you worshipping his cock. 

Namjoon’s hand splays in your hair, holding it back so you can free your hand. 

He’s warm, full, filling your mouth so beautifully you could cry. You lick up the underside of him, and he jerks, hand tightening in your hair. 

‘Fuck,’ he utters. ‘I don’t want you to stop.’ 

You take more of him in with every dip, until your nose hits his groin. 

The stretch of him is unbelievable, and you want more. 

Namjoon’s fisting the sheets now, face contorted with pleasure. 

‘I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop, love,’ he tells you. 

You swallow around his cock, tongue working, and he grunts, loud. ‘Gonna –’ 

You don’t know why he’s still trying to warn you, like you haven’t made it clear enough you want him to. 

You swallow again, and he grabs your shoulder, groaning. He’s so deep you can’t feel him but you swallow him down anyway, flicking your tongue on him, gently until he loosens his grip on you and you feel his cock softening in your mouth. 

He moans again as you pull off his cock. He’s beautiful like this, flushed, sweaty, wrecked. 

He pulls you up to him, engulfs you in his arms. ‘I’m gonna reciprocate, just give me a sec,’ he tells you, voice hoarse. 

‘Reciprocate? God damn, I was trying to make you cum your brains out,’ you say.

He laughs, sounding more like himself. ‘What do you like, baby? I’d love to eat you out.’ 

‘I’m good, I’m fine,’ you tell him. 

He’s sitting up then, face creased. ‘No, shit, let me –’

‘Hey, you can get me next time,’ you say. 

You have no idea why, you’re still so wet and you’ve seen what he can do with his hands. 

Namjoon’s pulling his sweats back up, sitting up to pull you into his lap. ‘You’ve just given me the best orgasm I’ve had all year,’ he tells you, ‘and I haven’t even had a chance to touch you.’ 

‘I like blowing you, I’ll do it anytime,’ you tell him. 

His hand splays on your back. ‘I can go slow, baby, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.’ 

‘You’re gonna need to go slow, the size of you,’ you tease. 

He laughs, hand brushing over his cock. ‘I’ll make sure you’re ready to take me, don’t worry.’ 

‘Come on, we should get back to work,’ you say. ‘I’ll make us tea.’ 

***

You’re ensconsed in Namjoon’s lap, and he’s kissing the back of your neck, light, teasing. 

He’s worked out that you love the sound of his voice when it’s husky and low, and he’s been using it to his advantage. 

Your breath hitches as he reaches under your loose tee to palm your breasts, tweaking your nipples. 

You wriggle your hips in his lap, against the erection you’re pretty sure he’s been sporting for a while. 

‘Is cockwarming a thing?’ you wonder out loud. 

Namjoon chuckles in your ear, making you shiver. ‘I’m up for it if you are.’ 

He groans at the sight of your ass, bared for him. 

‘I wish you could see this,’ he tells you. 

You turn your head to watch as you lower yourself onto his cock. 

Namjoon hisses as your ass lands on him, his hand coming up to fix your hip against him. 

‘I think you need to stay still,’ he tells you. 

‘Yeah? I don’t like being told what to do,’ you retort. 

He pushes up, dick nudging up into you, snug.

‘Joon,’ you say, trying but failing to sound mad. ‘You said we had to be still.’

His cock jerks inside you. 

‘Damn, it’s pretty hot when you’re mad at me.’

‘Is that why you’re so annoying the whole time?’ you ask.

Namjoon curls his arms around you.

You’re getting wetter even though he isn’t moving, you can feel it.

A soft sound very like a whine escapes your lips.

Namjoon hums. ‘That was pretty, do it again.’

The presence of his dick in you, hard and throbbing, is maddening in the best way. 

‘Shit,’ you say, low. ‘I want to come, Namjoon.’

‘Yeah?’ he asks, lips moving against the back of your neck. 

His hand is up under your t-shirt again, cupping your breast, fingers plucking at your nipple. 

He bites at the neck of your t-shirt, and you lift your arms up so he can pull it off you.

His cock’s still lodged inside you, he’s still so hard.

Your cunt flutters around him as you shift your hips.

You both groan at the change in position.

‘Joon,’ you plead.

‘Look at your tits,’ he says. 

You look down at yourself.

He’s been steadily squeezing your breasts, making your nipples puffy and full and so tender you almost can’t bear it.

As you watch, his hand delves down between your legs. 

He moans your name into your ear as he pets your clit.

He’s wearing rings today, the silver ring on his middle finger gleams in the dim light.

Seokjin used to wear a ring like that, you think to yourself.

The thought jars you out of the pleasured haze you were in.

Namjoon’s still whispering filth to you, but you can help feeling this is wrong in a way that it wasn’t with Jimin.

Because Jimin is a great guy, but he means nothing to you.

Whereas Namjoon —- 

You’re worried that Namjoon could mean everything to you.

Namjoon, perceptive as ever, says, very gently, ‘are you ok?’

He sounds totally calm, you’d never know about his raging boner if he wasn’t inside you. 

‘Yeah,’ you say, trying to salvage things, ‘I’m fine.’

‘I said we could go as slow as you want,’ Namjoon says. 

He lifts you off his cock. 

‘We can finish,’ you say, ‘I was enjoying it.’

Namjoon presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You put your hand on his cock, and he covers it with his own.

‘Stop,’ he says, and there’s sadness in his eyes now. ‘I’ll still be here when you’re ready.’

There’s not a lot for you to say after that.

***

‘Hey,’ says Dr Lam, poking her head into the office. ‘Congratulations on the new job, Professor Han’s an old friend of mine, she called to let me know.’

Namjoon shoots you a look. ‘Thank you, I’m excited,’ he says, politely.

‘What job?’ you ask.

‘I’ve accepted an attending post at Mercy,’ Namjoon says. ‘I’ll be running their cardiac service.’

The news hits you like a blow. You work hard to not let it show on your face.

‘Wow,’ you say, hoping your smile is as bright as the effort you’re putting into it. ‘Congratulations, that’s incredible!’

Namjoon’s expression is a mix of emotions that you can’t read. 

Dr Lam says, ‘actually, Namjoon, do you have a minute now? I wanted to discuss the case last week with you.’

As soon as Namjoon leaves you get up. You can’t stay sitting, you need to move so that the outside of you matches up with how jumbled up you feel on the inside.

Why hadn’t Namjoon told you he was applying for other jobs?

Did he think you wouldn’t encourage him because of what happened with Seokjin?

Like you’d ever be so much of an asshole you’d ask someone not to take an amazing job opportunity just so they could keep fucking you.

You would never. 

Is that the kind of person Namjoon thought you were?

A gust of wind chills you, and you realise you’ve paced out of the main hospital entrance.

You should go back inside, get your things.

You go home instead.

You hurry through the slippery icy street, head down, arms crossed.

By the time you’re in your front door you’re shivering.

You look at the piles of stacked boxes, the reflection of your emotional stiltedness, and wonder if Seokjin’s coping better than you.

You hope he is, and with a start, realise that you’ve just thought of Seokjin, and the sadness hasn’t crippled you or your fissured heart.

You miss him, of course you do, but for the first time you think you can see your way through the gloom. 

You grab the Swiss army knife from your kitchen and cut open the first box. 

It’s time to move on.

***

‘I’d do the opposite, actually,’ you say, loud and clear, in the team meeting.

You ignore the way Namjoon’s staring at you.

‘I think Namjoon’s plan would be fine if we weren’t a specialist centre. However, we’ve got the resources to run the test, therefore we should plan a semi-elective procedure instead of waiting.’

You flick your gaze to Namjoon, watching as his jaw tightens, cheeks hollowing.

You haven’t spoken to him since you found out about his job, but even worse, he hasn’t tried to speak to you.

Like there’s no reason for you to feel affronted.

Like he hadn’t promised you he’d be there when you were ready.

Asshole.

Back in the office, Namjoon taps a series of keys into his computer in an increasingly frustrated manner. 

‘Fuck! Why can’t I log in?’

You look up, bored. ‘Oh, did IT reset all your passwords?’ you ask, feigning innocence.

Min Yoongi, to your delight, was a man who understood revenge, but also, more importantly, a man who was easily bought. You considered the coffee and croissant from this morning money well spent.

Namjoon glowers at you.

‘Do we need to talk about something?’ he asks.

You study your nails. ‘Do we?’

‘That’s it,’ Namjoon snaps. 

Namjoon grabs your arm, hard enough to hurt, and hauls you into the equipment room.

He crowds you into the door he’s just slammed, hard chest pressing into you.

‘What the —‘

Your furious protest is cut off by his lips on yours. He kisses you hard, demanding, totally unlike how he was in your apartment.

He spreads his legs so he can lower himself enough to grind into you.

‘See the thing is,’ he says, voice soft and dangerous, ‘you’re a fucking brat.’

Your eyes flash at him, and he laughs, humourlessly.

‘You’re not just a brat though,’ he says, fingers working deftly to unbutton your blouse. He gets halfway down and slips his hand under to palm your breast.

Your moan slips out before you can hold it back.

‘You’re a smart brat,’ he informs you, thumb working your nipple. He tugs the cup of your bra edown, and for a moment he stares at your exposed breast.

‘A body like this is wasted on a brat like you,’ he tells you. He pinches your nipple, and a mewl escapes you.

‘Why do you look like this?’ he asks you, shaking his head like he’s genuinely stupefied.

He leans down to lick your nipple, tongue laving, hand coming up to caress your other breast.

You’re breathing hard now, bucking against him.

‘Still,’ he commands. 

You move again, and he hoicks your skirt up. 

‘Stay still or I’ll slap you.’ 

You stare at him, shocked. 

He realises you’ve stilled completely and pulls off your breast.

‘Never in the face, baby,’ he says, voice gentle. 

He unfastens your skirt and lets it fall to the floor. 

You’re still trying to process when he kneels at your feet, lifts your leg over his shoulder and buries his face in your cunt.

Your hands flutter to keep your balance, and he reaches up to grab you. 

‘Put them on my shoulders, baby. Or in my hair, if you want.’

He flashes a dimple at you, then kisses your cunt like he kissed your mouth.

Hard, demanding and so fucking sloppy you don’t know if the wetness between your legs is from you or him.

He flattens his tongue and delves into your folds, nose nudging your clit.

You grab his hair, and he groans into you. 

You cry out breathlessly as he presses his lips to your clit and sucks. 

‘You feel so good, I’m so fucking hard,’ he tells you. 

You look down between his legs as he palms his cock over his trousers. The outline of his hardness sends a spike of arousal through you.

Your clit throbs as he licks you, one big hand on your ass pushing your core into his face.

He unbuckles his belt, tugs his trousers down one handed.

The wet spot on his grey boxer briefs makes you clench. His tongue and lips, his whole face is buried in your cunt.

He pulls back a little, lips and cheeks gleaming with your slick. 

‘Cum on my face,’ he says, fisting himself, ‘and you get this cock.’ 

You moan. 

‘You want it?’ he taunts. ‘Brats like you never ask nicely do you? You just push and push and push until you get shoved in a closet and taught a lesson.’

‘Joon,’ you plead.

He ignores you and goes back to licking you out.

‘C’mon ride my face. I’m a big guy, I can take it.’

Your fingers tighten in his hair as you grind into his face, pussy pulsing, clit throbbing. 

‘Joon,’ you cry.

He squeezes your ass, hard, helping you ride him.

You press a hand to your mouth to muffle your cry of pleasure as you cum.

‘Fuck, fuck, that’s my girl,’ Namjoon says.

He turns you around, cock nudging against your folds.

You moan senselessly as he pushes in.

‘Never fucking tell me you can’t cum for me, my love,’ he tells you.

He slaps your ass so hard you squeal.

‘Not when I can get you crying on my cock like this.’

His first thrust pushes you against the door.

He turns your head to kiss you as he fucks you. He angles your hips so he can hit the spot that has you gasping with every thrust.

‘Joon,’ you sob.

‘I’ve got you,’ he promises. 

He wraps an arm around your chest, the other reaching down between your legs to thumb at your clit.

‘Fuck. I’m gonna fill you up,’ he tells you, breath warm against your ear.

‘Do it,’ you moan.

Your whole body tightens, thighs quivering. 

God, he feels so good, so good.

He strokes your clit hard, pressing, and he swallows your scream as you cum again, hard.

You’re vaguely aware of his deep groan, the hot cum he’s spilling into your cunt, but it’s his hold on you that keeps you anchored.

His arms are curled around you so tightly you can barely breathe.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says, muffled. He nudges your chin with his nose, tilting your face up. 

You use the pretense of getting your breath back to wait.

The silence between you stretches.

‘I should have told you I was applying for other jobs.’

‘Why didn’t you?’ you ask, quiet.

‘I didn’t want to change things between us,’ he says.

‘I’m happy for you,’ you tell him. 

It’s the truth.

Namjoon says, arms still tight around you, ‘Mercy’s two hours on the train away.’

You’re not sure what he wants you to say.

You get re-dressed in silence.

***

You walk into the office and stare blindly at the empty desk opposite yours.

You haven’t spoken to Namjoon since the storage room, but you hadn’t known he’d be leaving this soon.

You pull out your phone to call him.

He answers on the first ring.

‘Where are you?’ you ask.

‘I’m outside your apartment,’ he says.

‘I’m on my way.’

You run most of the way home, stumbling into the hallway leading to your apartment, cold, breathless.

At first you don’t see him.

Then he pushes off your door that he’s been leaning on, and the expression on his face would make you cry if you weren’t already tearing up.

‘I came to drop off a letter,’ he says. His throat works as he presses a hand to your cheek, thumbing away the tears.

‘Just tell me instead,’ you say.

‘I meant what I said. I’ll be here when you’re ready.’

‘I’m ready now,’ you tell him.

‘I’m here.’

His lips meet yours, sweet, like a promise. 

Later, much later, he’s on your couch because you never made it to the bed, looking around your living room, not a box in sight.

‘I like what you’ve done to the place,’ he says.

You look up, still hazy from your orgasm. ‘I thought I should move on,’ you say, shrugging.

There are so many things Namjoon wants to say, but you’re kissing him again, and he decides it can wait.

He’s got all the time in the world for you.

©hamsterclaw 2022

Trouble

A/N: This the small piece for the Wooyoung Bullet Point thing i made a little while back! I finally got it done and now you get it~

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Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader ft. San

Warnings: meandom!wooyoung, slapping (thigh and face), degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it up), creampie technically, protected sex (good job), big dick!woosan, restraints, slightly sub!sannie, exhibitionism.

The goal, for once, was not to piss off Wooyoung. Quite the opposite. All you wanted was a little bit of attention from him instead of having it all focused on the damn soccer game that Jongho had put on. It had started off slow that he had no idea it was even happening. Seeing you a little more slung over San than usual, your close relationship was nothing new to him because he was around the man so much himself. A few deliberate hand placements on the muscles of his arm when he made a dumb joke. It was harmless. At least to you. 

As soon as Wooyoung picked up on it, he was on his own plan. You wanted to be a brat and pretend to be more interested in his best friend than him? Your boyfriend? He could play at that game too. He ignored your attempts for his attention, your attitude growing bolder as you noticed Wooyoung not even sparing you a glance, a haughty smirk on his lips as he laughed with Jongho and Yeosang. Your actions towards San got more blatant, a blush covering the boys cheeks as you leaned against him, pressing your tits into his arm. Laughing louder at his jokes, swiping a drop of mayo from his lips when it spills out of the slider. Wooyoung was glancing your way more now, your eyes meeting a few times as his progressively held more danger. 

You knew you were in for it now but you were so far into your plan, you couldn't just back out of it and admit defeat. So you went in harder. Bumping your arm a little too hard into San to spill your drink all over his white shirt, your eyes going wide as you gasped and grabbed for napkins to dab at his shirt while you ran your hands across his broad chest. San muttered something under his breath and shook you off with a sheepish smile, telling you he could borrow a shirt from one of the boys as he scurried away. 

You huffed lightly, calling out another apology and turning to look at your boyfriend. His eyebrow was raised, hands folded neatly on his knee as he watched you. The look in his eye was past danger now. You were royally fucked. That didn’t stop you from continuing your antics the next week when you and your boyfriend invited San out to the mall for a day of shopping.

It had started slowly as it had the previous week. Small brushes of your hand against San’s ass, brushing your tits against him blatantly when Wooyoung was looking into a window display. Little did you know, Wooyoung knew what you were doing. He saw you in that same window display reflection brushing against his best friend. He saw it all and took note of it all, a smirk resting on his pretty lips while you flirted with San to get under his skin. 

He couldn’t say it wasn’t working, but it wasn’t working as well as you had hoped. You picked up on that fact slowly, building your tactics to make San flustered and your boyfriend mad. Your opportunity came in two forms. One of ketchup clinging desperately to San’s lower lip. You peeked a glance at Wooyoung, seeing him focused on his own hamburger, you took the chance.

“Ahh Sannie you made a mess!”, you cooed, seeing Wooyoung snap his head to you just as you reached across the table to swipe the offending condiment from his plush lip. 

Sitting back casually, you made eye contact with Wooyoung, his eyes holding a promise. You giggled at him and watched his eyes narrow, your finger quickly raising to your lips to suck the ketchup off of it. A throat clearing interrupted you, your eyes trailing over to the man across from you. Scanning the blush on Sans cheeks, you smiled happily, Wooyoung's hand finding a place on your thigh to squeeze it harshly. Your smile dropped enough for it to be casual, the hand on your thigh relaxing but staying in place as conversation picked up about one store or another. 

Your next opportunity came when you saw someone with the coolest jacket you had ever seen, your eyes lingering on them as they walked long enough for Wooyoung to take notice and follow your line of sight. He scoffed silently, tugging at your jacket to point at a window display with the shiniest dresses you had seen to date. With your attention successfully diverted, Wooyoungs’ hand on your lower back leads you into a separate store. Your thoughts were running wild with how to rile up your boyfriend even further when you realized, scanning through cute cardigans, that your tactics weren’t working properly. You would have to think harder.

You came up blank, your day at the mall going by peacefully until you tripped over your own feet while you were distracted by a window display. Your little trip up sent you face first into Sans solid chest, Wooyoung staring you down darkly as your hands pressed to Sans biceps to push yourself away. 

“I am so sorry Sannie! I don’t know how that happened!”, you sounded panicked, Wooyoungs’ eyes narrowing further.

San waved off your concerns easily, his hands patting your shoulders to console you as Wooyoung stared quietly. You turned to him shortly after, shaking your head, eyes holding a promise it wasn’t purposeful. Wooyoung wasn’t having it, his hand wrapping around yours as he pulls you closer to him.

“Let’s head home. We don’t need to be tripping over anything else.”, he chuckled, patting your head with his free hand.

You and San agreed, weaving through the people to get back out into the parking lot. Finding the car was slightly difficult, the distant beeping of the lock guiding the three of you in different directions until you found it, shouting for the boys as they found each other on the other side of the lot. You laughed at them while they jogged to the car, your face red as they huffed at you. Piling into the car, you started the drive back to the apartment, music blasting through the speakers as you all sang along, San’s dance movements small and precise in the small space. It sent you into a whole new round of laughter when he tried to do a kick jump in his seat. His head smacking the roof of the car with a thunk followed by the combined laughter of Wooyoung and yourself. The pout that graced Sans' pretty lips made you both coo, a blush coating his cheeks as he crossed his arms and stared out the window. 

The drive finished smoothly with some more karaoke after San was done his playful sulking, Wooyoung’s pokes to his side drawing him from it with giggles. Any giggles left you when you met your boyfriends eyes through the rear view mirror, the danger hiding in them setting your body on edge as you huffed a half laugh at something that San said, climbing out of the car with the two bags Wooyoung let you carry. You unlocked the front door quickly, Wooyoung urging you to go faster. Laughing, you opened the door and stepped aside, ushering the boys in. You closed the door behind you once they made it in in one piece. 

“Bags in the kitchen!”, you called after them, their footsteps fading slightly as they made their way to the kitchen.

Following them into the room, you landed a smack on Wooyoung’s ass as he bent over to look for a drink for San. His startled shout made you laugh with San, high-fiving him as you passed him to open a cupboard for a bag of chips to share. San stood awkwardly as you both moved around him, Wooyoung handing you a bowl for the chips after he pulled out the last case of beer he kept for when San was over at your place. 

“What did we decide on again?”, you turned to the boys once you were done emptying the bag into the bowl.

“Uhhh-“, San turned to Wooyoung who was opening three beers.

“Uh…”, he paused, tilting his head as he looked back at you and San, “I think it was The Avengers?”

You and San mirrored an “Ohhhh!” as you remembered the movie choice. Migrating to the living room, you observed the spots left on the couch until Wooyoung was tugging you down onto his lap. You scoffed lightly at his possessive action, San eyeing up the two of you slightly before he shrugged and focused on the screen. The movie went by without fault, snacks being passed around, cuddling into Wooyoung as he rested his chin on your shoulder… it was going so well… until you declared a bathroom break was needed and stood up from Wooyoung’s lap. You stretched with your arms above your head, a large yawn escaping you before you could stop, the boys focused on the exposed skin of your stomach.

One set of eyes leaving to watch the other’s unmoving gaze until he stood, Wooyoung placing a kiss on your head as he ushered you to the kitchen. San followed along blindly, clutching the empty bowl in his hands to drop it in the sink. Silence took over the room until you cleared your throat to interrupt your boyfriends one-sided staring contest with his best friend, slipping past them both when you were suddenly falling into San’s chest for the second time that day, your eyes widening as you pushed away from him quickly, his concern going unnoticed as you faced your boyfriend.

The smirk on his slightly chapped lips and the tsk that left them told you all you needed to know. You shook your head at him slightly and finished your journey to the washroom, doing your business quickly before nearly sprinting out of the door into a solid object. Staring up at Wooyoung, you shook your head again, hands on his chest as he watched you.

“I can’t believe you pushed me into him! It was an accident earlier! I promise-”

“Don’t think I don’t know your little games, pretty girl. I know exactly what you’re trying to get from me.”, he paused to whisper in your ear, sending chills down your spine, “All you had to do was ask.”

You don’t even get the chance to respond before he’s grasping your wrist and dragging you to your shared bedroom, a shout to San to come up in a few minutes following your stumbling steps. An affirmative, though hesitant, response from the boy hit your ears just as Wooyoung shoved you through the door. 

“Wooyo-”

“Wrong.”

“Woo-”

“Try again.”

“Wooyoung I swear to god-”

“Not bad but that was your last chance.”, his hands pushed between your shoulders til you tumbled onto the bed, his hands around your hips flipping you onto your back, “Address me properly or so help me…”

He leaned over you, eyes dark and piercing your soul as you whimpered under his gaze, “You’ll regret ever calling me anything other than Sir.”

You nodded quickly, small apologies tumbling from your lips as he disappeared into the closet, coming out with a locked box that was no longer locked. You realized at this moment you shouldn’t have even tried pleading your case. He wasn’t going to believe you anyways, and trying to bargain worsened your punishment. Seconds later, your hands cuffed to the headboard, Wooyoung back in the closet, San walked through the door. 

“What did you-”, he paused in the doorway, his eyes scanning your prone form and then the room for your boyfriend. 

Not finding him, the man looks at you in confusion, “Y/N? What-?”

You shushed him and beckoned him forwards, eyes desperate until Wooyoung appeared again with a happy look at seeing San. 

“Oh good! You made it just in time!”, the sound of fabric tearing made you wince as San gasped, turning away from your suddenly naked body, “Now now, Sannie. You were just looking at her skin so intently!”

He took measured steps to his best friend, grasping his chin and turning him in your direction as you squirmed against the sheets, “Now take. a. good. look.”

You whimpered at the heat of their gazes on your exposed skin, eyes begging with San until a stern look from Wooyoung had you intently focused on the blankets beneath you. 

“No, no. None of that. You don’t get to look at him. You did that enough today don’t you think? All over him just for my attention.”, he left San’s side to reach into his pocket, pulling out a handful of condoms that sealed your fate for the night, “That didn’t work like you wanted though, huh? Poor dumb little slut doesn’t get what she wants. How disappointing…”

He took a moment to set the condoms beside you mockingly, unbuckling his belt with precise motions that built tension in your core as you watched him, “For you.”

Everything happened in a blur after that. Wooyoungs’ belt being tied around your head, San being positioned in the desk chair at the end of the bed, Wooyoung stripping completely with a smirk on his face as he watches San squirm with his legs crossed. You whimpered around the belt as Wooyoung hovered above you, running his cock along your folds until you moaned with each brush of the head against your sensitive clit. You soon forgot about San with the pleasure clouding your mind, Wooyoung’s breathy groans in your ear ruining any thought of brattiness you had for the moment. Your mind cleared completely as he thrusted into you with one motion, each vein on his cock leaving you whining as you felt them drag against the wet walls of your cunt. Your moans only grew in volume as Wooyoung thrusted into you faster, deeper, reaching depths of you that you felt like only he could. His moans spurred you on to meet his thrusts until his hands slammed down on your hips to keep you still with a low grunt in your ear.

“I would suggest not moving, baby.”

You whined but nodded, drool dripping from around his belt between your teeth, soaking the material and leaving a trail on your skin that Wooyoung gathered with his fingers to bring down to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves in fast circles. Your pussy clenching around him sending him to new heights with his best friend watching. You whined even louder, moans cutting off your breaths until you pleaded with Wooyoung through the belt, his raised eyebrow shooting a spark of arousal straight to your clit. The moan you let slip at that point was pornographic, San’s small grunts just reaching your ears as you tugged on the restraints keeping you from touching your boyfriend in the way you wanted. 

“What’s that, pet? You wanna say something?”

You nodded quickly, moving your hips slightly to get him to move faster as he tugged the belt from between your lips.

“Please!”, you panted for breath now that you could take proper ones, “Sannie! Untie-”

The sound registered before the feeling, the stinging of your cheek coinciding with the sound that echoed through the room. 

“What did you just say?”, Wooyoung stopped his thrusts abruptly, “Did my cocksleeve just call out for another man as I was fucking it? Nooo no, I must be mistaken.”

You inhaled sharply as you realized what you said, your lips parting as you started to stutter over your apology. Another slap cut you off, your head facing the wall with the force of it as you clenched around him. 

“I would suggest you repeat yourself right now, love. I don’t want to have to ask twice.”

“I-...I’m-... Sannie-”, you cut yourself off when Wooyoung raised his eyebrow, “I mean… I wasn’t-”

“Spit. It. Out.”, he accentuated each word with a thrust that had you grasping at the restraints around your wrists.

“Sannie! Untie me!”, you gasped out.

The silence in the room was suffocating as Wooyoung pulled out of you quickly, not giving you time to savor the sensations of him in your for the last moments.You whimpered at the emptiness in your core, clenching around nothing as you watched Wooyoung stand, his expression blank. 

“San. Come here.”

San moved quickly, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to follow his best friend's orders. 

“Do you think my little slut deserves to be untied? Just so she can touch me?”, Wooyoung ran his hand along San’s broad chest as he stuttered for an answer, “She called for you, didn’t you hear? She wants your help.”

He pushes him towards the bed, “So help her.”

You share a slightly confused glance with San, watching Wooyoung stare the two of you down until he snapped his finger, making you jump slightly.

“Move faster. She clearly wants your help, Sannie~”

San nodded slowly and reached up to undo your restraints until Wooyoung's hands covered his, “No. Not like that.”

You and San shared properly confused glances now, eyes darting between each other and your boyfriend as he laughed mockingly, “Two dumb little pets. How fun!”

Wooyoung nearly dragged San onto the bed, ripping his clothes as he had yours, making you both gasp as he pushed him down onto you. The only indication of something happening was the slight brush of Wooyoung’s hand across your clit after the crinkling of the condom wrapper ceased. You and San whined in unison as suddenly he was pushing into you, your boyfriend's pretty hand on his hip telling you San wasn’t even in control of the situation. 

“You do know how to fuck, right?”, Wooyoung laughed as San frowned at the jab, his hips suddenly moving into yours much faster and with much more force behind them, “There we go. I knew you could fuck her right~”

You moaned at each thrust, hands grasping at air as Wooyoung laughed at you, landing a slap on your thigh as San fucked you with everything in him. His cock stretched you more than Wooyoungs’ did but you didn’t dare say anything to compliment the man in that moment, instead moaning loudly as you held eye contact with your lover. The smirk on his face and the hand stroking over his cock as he watched you be pounded into the mattress made you whimper, eyes rolling back as you felt San twitch inside you just enough to brush over that special spot. 

“Aweeee.”, Wooyoung cooed at your reaction, “Keep doing that Sannie. She loves it, look at her! Can barely even keep her whore mouth shut.”

“Maybe you should fill it then.”, San spoke up for the first time, shocking both of you until you nodded happily and opened your mouth for Wooyoung to slide into, moans escaping you still. 

“Good boy, Sannie. I knew you would have some great ideas somewhere in there!”, Wooyoung crawled up to kneel by your open mouth, giving you a small moment to savor his taste until he was thrusting into your mouth like he was fucking your pussy. 

San moaned out a small thank you that made Wooyoung laugh until he saw your expression change, San’s moans turning to a higher pitch as you tightened around him with your impending orgasm. 

“Is the poor baby gonna cum around my friends cock? Hm?”, he pulled out from your mouth, leaving your tongue chasing it pathetically as he laughed and leaned down to brush some hair behind your ear, “You don’t get to cum.”

San stopped at those words, pulling his own cock from you with a strangled moan. You whined at the loss of attention, Wooyoung’s look turning dark once more as he sat beside San between your spread legs. 

“You really thought you were going to cum after those little stunts you pulled today? Think again.”, he turned to San, pulling him into a kiss as he pulled the condom from his twitching cock.

You watched silently with pleading eyes as Wooyoung wrapped his hands around himself and San, tugging on their cocks quickly with just enough pressure that made San whine. His eyes met yours, both of you looking fucked out, and he tumbled over the edge, his cum landing in thick ropes over your abused pussy and Wooyoungs’ hand. Your boyfriend moaned at the sight, pushing his cock back into you just as he came, the warmth spreading through your body as you closed your eyes. 

“Gooood fucking girl. Taking my cum like a champ.”, you huffed out a playful breath at his choice of words, your pussy aching for release you knew would never come. 

The feeling of Wooyoung’s lips brushing over your ear startled you, your eyes snapping open to make eye contact with San as the boy flushed prettily at your attention, “Maybe next time, throw yourself on Hongjoong.”