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hyunjilicious · 8 months

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[perv!bang chan x f!reader] and also [lee felix x reader but established relationship]

Summary: the 'there was only one bed trope' but with a twist, because there were more beds available, you were already in a perfect relationship with Felix, and neither of you knew just how head over heels for you Chan was (SMUT) 3k

Warning: obsessed!Chan, like crazy after you why-is-she-so-perfect!Chan, unprotected sex, fucking while someone's supposed to be sleeping in the same bed?? (😭), Chan's a bit of a perv so mentions of creampies, masturbation (m.), cum play, oral (m. receiving), hints of degradation etc. also unedited 🤧 18+ PLS

"I think I'm gonna go to sleep" you mumbled, jolting awake after the sound of an explosion ripped through the room. You rubbed your cheek against Felix's shoulder as a little goodbye, and prepared to stand up.

"No, no, wait!" he called for you, hands still on the controller and eyes still on the enemies on the screen. "I'm coming with you, gimme a sec"

"Hey" Jeongin nudged Felix in the side, him too partially absorbed by the game as he spoke, "We just started this campaign, you're not going to sleep unless you find someone to take your place"

"Yeah, but-"

"Lixie, it's fine" you cooed, pecking the top of his head, "Play all night if you want, don't worry"

"Are you sure?" he asked, turning to face you only for Jeongin to snap.

"Dude!" he cried, doing his best to cover his lovesick friend, "Pay attention, we'll get surrounded"

"Shit, sorry" Felix resumed playing only for his friend to chuckle.

"It's ok"

"I'm gonna go now, ok?" you giggled and advanced towards the door. "Make sure to win!"

Despite turning his head to face you, Felix's eyes remained on the screen. "Good night, angel. I love you"

"Good night, Y/n!"

"Good night, guys. And good luck!"

After leaving their room, you stopped by the kitchen for a little snack, washed your face, changed into your pajamas and then joined Chan in bed.

This wasn't the first time you, Felix and Chan all shared a room, but it was the first time it happened because neither of you bothered to think of the sleeping arrangements before renting the cabin.

With 4 double beds and 9 people in the group, Chan decided to take one for the team and be the one to sleep on the couch. And he would've done just that, had the living room not been the main hangout spot day and night - so that was why he was there tonight, in your bed, almost drifting off, because you and Felix were the most adamant about having him a decent place to sleep.

"Hey, Y/n" Chan greeted you, only his eyes peeking from under the fluffy duvet. "Where's Felix?"

"Playing"

"Still?" he gasped, "It's almost 3"

Laughing, you got in bed under the covers, "I know, I'm surprised too. You're in bed before him and I.n. Never thought I'd live to see this"

"Maybe it's my turn to be an early bird, who knows?" he said softly, eyes drifting closed as the words left his mouth. The light was swiftly turned off, and silence settled.

Truth be told, you were extremely tired and Chan sleeping so close to you wasn't a source of discomfort, yet somehow, your brain refused to settle into a peaceful sleep. You were used to sleeping without Felix due to your schedules, what you weren't used to however was sleeping without him when he was in the same building as you. But, with no plans for the next day, you settled for slipping in and out of consciousness, slightly amused by Chan's little snores as you waited for Felix to come to bed.

At one point, during one of those little time frames where you managed to fall asleep, you were jostled awake by the feeling of the mattress dipping on either side of your hips.

"Felix?" you mumbled, trying to turn around but the weight on your back kept you pinned into place. "Felix, what are you doing?" this time you giggled, knowing very well that no one else would be shamelessly kissing your neck like that.

"Quiet, love" he shushed you and moved on to attack the other side of your neck, "Mm, so sweet"

"Felix, what are you doing!?" you whispered - or moaned, smiling as you tried to pry him off of you.

"Shh, you'll wake Chan"

You were about to ask something, say something - mumble whatever, but then you felt it, "Felix-" you cupped his cheek, "That's your phone, right?"

"My phone's here, flower" he grinned and waved it around in his hand that was resting by your pillow.

"What did you and Jeongin do?" you laughed, the feeling of his rock hard cock against your ass helping you awaken fully. You were ready to get out of bed, head to the bathroom, hop in the shower maybe, relieve the stress somehow, but he had other ideas.

"Doesn't matter, all I know is that I want you now"

But you didn't get a chance to even try to stand up because his hand found its way past the waistband of your pants, under your underwear and to your pussy in record time.

"Felix!" you whispered exasperated, "Chan's right here! Are you insane!?"

"He's fast asleep, relax"

"Felix! He can wake at any moment!"

"Be quiet if you don't want that to happen" he groaned, and tugged down your pants without even the tiniest bit of help from you.

Unable to suppress your lust induced grin, you watched him over your shoulder as he worked himself out of his own sweatpants, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing against your naked ass.

"Quiet, yeah?" he more so demanded, but then refused to help you whatsoever. He knew what he was doing, pushing your limits - of self control, fed on the fact that Chan might catch you - his cock aching at the thought. And the fact that you were visibly on the same length, pussy wet and warm against his fingers, your heart beating rapidly under him, only fueled him more. Maybe you wanted Chan to hear you. It drove him wild.

Initially, he was going to work you up a bit, get you right where he wanted you with a few simple but experienced flicks of his fingers, but you were already there, panting and waiting. So, without bothering to waste any more time, he guided himself to your entrance and rammed his cock inside you, balls deep from the first thrust.

"Fuck!" the whine involuntarily broke past your lips, forcing you to press your face into the pillow.

"Easy, baby, like that" Felix praised you, his tone deep and raspy against your ear, as he started rolling his hips into yours.

Knowing you should keep quiet made everything worse. Every single sense was amplified, you could feel his breath - hear it, hot and goosebumps worthy. One of his arms around your body, the other one right beside your head - his hand, gathered into a fist, and his silver rings having the faint light from outside beautifully roll off them inches away from your lips. He smelled pretty - chocolate on his lips and the cologne he always wore. It was bad, you were done for, because the second your mind wandered off and you felt every single little vein on his throbbing cock rub against your walls, you bit into your lips and cried in order to suppress your moan.

"Angel" Felix threatened, "You're too loud, you'll wake him up"

"Felix-" you barely said before he slapped his hand against your mouth, lowered himself completely on top of you and fully halted his movements.

Only when Felix stilled, did you hear Chan. Wide eyed and terrified, you both watched him roll onto his back to face the ceiling - mouth slightly open as he prepared to resume snoring.

You wanted to say something, but Felix's hand covering your mouth wasn't budging. "Think you can shut up, love?" he asked.

Had you two been alone, you'd have dared push it and swear you'd be quiet, but with Chan stirring in his sleep mere inches away from Felix's dick which was balls deep inside your cunt, you didn't really need the extra adrenaline. So you just squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head against his hand, your honesty making him chuckle.

"That's ok, I got you"

His tone was reassuring, he knew how to talk to you to keep you calm, but he did it on purpose now. He had no reason to be this sweet only to then resume his thrusting with no warning whatsoever.

You couldn't call his name, you couldn't moan, couldn't cry, all that was left for you to do was sink - and drown under the weight of his body on top of yours. His thrusts were slow but deep and rhythmic, enough to drive you crazy, but again, he knew you.

"Can you cum for me like this?" he questioned again against your ear.

He knew it wasn't always exactly the easiest for you to finish, and he knew exactly what to do and how to do it in order to get you there, but what he didn't know was just how much Chan's presence affected you. He was about to find out though, and you weren't exactly excited for the conversation.

Oh, the dread. It was excruciating for him really, the anxiety making it all worse. What kind of a pervert just lays there listening - what kind of a man - oh, the whimpers. Fuck.

Why did he think turning over to sleep on his back would be a better idea - less pressure on his throbbing cock, obviously, but his face was exposed and one long enough look from either you or Felix and his cover would have been blown. No one sweats that much in their sleep, no one breathes like that when they're supposed to be far away, deep inside the dreamland, unless it was a nightmare. But the more he thought about it, that was what this was, a long, painful and disgusting nightmare.

He didn't know when it all stopped, when either of you finished. Chan wished he could've heard you, maybe also stolen a glance but it was too much, too risky, he knew he'd have never been able to look either of you in the eye if he had been caught.

But once it was all done, once it was all over and you two had cleaned up and cuddled into each other to sleep, he finally felt free enough to turn around and face away from you. Now he could keep his eyes open and squint in pain as much as he needed, as just because his best friend was done fucking the love of his life, didn't mean his raging erection suddenly disappeared.

What he was waiting for was a snore, a loud noise which you'd both ignore, something, anything, to let him know you were both asleep and that he could get out of bed.

While in reality it had been no more than 20 minutes since Felix entered the bedroom, to Chan it felt like it was already the last day of vacation, as if a whole week had been drained out of him by the time he finally reached the bathroom.

He had never hopped in the shower as fast as he did now, not even waiting for the water to warm up. He just propped himself there, one hand against the marble wall and his head hanging low as he stood and cursed.

He hoped the water would not only wash away the sweat off his body, but also the absolute obscenities that crossed his mind. The way he grabbed his cock was involuntary, making him hiss in pain from the amount of torture he had been put through.

It was him whimpering in the empty bathroom but he could only hear you, the way you breathed, moaned, and called his best friend's name. The water had barely warmed up enough to not sting his skin, but it was already steaming off of him.

"Fuck-" Chan cursed, furiously pumping his cock in his hand. He did his best not to picture you there, kneeling in front of him, mouth wide open and ready to receive his cum. He tried so hard not to imagine what your cunt felt like, what it was like to grip your hair into his fist, what sounds you made when he hurt you just enough to make your pussy tighten around him.

And because his mind was intoxicated and only god could judge him now, he couldn't help but wonder what your relationship with Felix was like - what talks you had and how much you had done together, because no random couple decides to fuck like this out of nowhere. How many times when you two had slipped away, was it actually so that he could fuck you? At the studio? When you offered to head downstairs and grab the food for everyone and Felix insisted he helped you? At Chan’s parties when you pretended to need a breath of fresh air? When you two would sleep over on his couch? Had he fucked you there? Chan’s cock twitched at the thought of you getting your cunt pounded in his bathroom, a hand clamped against your mouth so that he wouldn't find out what kind of a cock thirsty whore you were.

"Damn it" he cried again, only needing a few more painful strokes to finish. Your name left his lips as cum shot out of his tip, wasting away down the drain.

This was ridiculous, he felt pathetic. Usually when he got himself off alone, he was hit with a wave of lucidity right after. Not now, though. Now he was aching to go again. But it would've been useless, the shower didn't do anything, he wanted to cum inside you, on you, to see his cum on your fingers, on your lips, to hear you beg for it. He wanted to see you cry and choke on his cock, to see the little tears at the corners of your eyes as you preferred to keep his dick down your throat a bit more rather than breathe. He was fucked.

But everyone was asleep, a ridiculously long shower wouldn't raise any suspicion - that was what he said to himself as he grabbed his cock again and went for another round.

By the time Chan walked downstairs and into the kitchen, it was already morning. He busied himself around the cabin, made himself a little breakfast which he couldn't eat, and then buried his nose in his phone waiting for any of his friends to wake up.

Seungmin was the first to join him, and not much time passed before the two of them decided to head out and get whatever other groceries would be needed for that day's lunch. The ride wasn't long and the local supermarket didn't offer the broadest variety of products, so the trip had been much shorter than Chan had hoped.

When they returned to the cabin, almost everyone was already awake - the kitchen and the living space buzzing with life. It looked like just about any other morning, but some things that he was technically used to, bothered him now more than ever.

Why the fuck weren't you wearing a bra? There were 8 men around you, why didn't you care they could all see your nipples? Why didn't Felix care?

"You two!" Changbin called as soon as he spotted his friends. "The food is getting cold, where have you been?"

"Shopping" Chan motioned to the bags. He placed them on whatever free counter space he found and started unpacking. "I already ate, thanks though"

"I haven't!" Minnie rubbed his hands together, "What do we have?"

Grateful for the positioning of the fridge, Chan kept his back at the rest of the room as he carefully placed the groceries inside the refrigerator. He looked normal, but he felt sick, and wanted to be out of there as soon as possible. As he did his thing, he carefully listened to your voice, breathing relieved as he could hear you talking about the fruits you just chopped.

"Channie!" he neatly dropped the meat he was holding as you popped out of nowhere right beside him. How the fuck did he miss that? "Do you wanna try?"

Ah, you weren't wearing pants either. Sure, the shirt covered your ass, and sure, half the guys were topless, so it was probably fine for you to be walking around like that, but then why did his breathing get heavier.

"What's-" he cleared his throat, "What's that?"

"Ice cream" you said. "I made it with Felix while you two were out. I wanna know what you guys think. We only made this little. We didn't wanna make a whole gallon of ice cream in case it was bad. So? Try it!"

"If you want us to tell you what we think about it, why won't you let us try it!?" Hyunjin yelled in frustration.

"Eat your breakfast first, you child" you laughed and went to grab a spoon for Chan. "Here!"

"Ah, it's good. Damn, it's so good" his eyes widened progressively as the taste settled in. He went for another try, his smile widening as the ice cream melted on his tongue.

"Really? It's good?" Felix beamed from across the kitchen, walking over as he dried his hands on a towel, "You like it?"

"Mhm! It's amazing! When are you making more?"

"We thought after lunch?" Felix nodded. "The guys said we should head to the pool this afternoon, so I think it'll be enough time for it to cool down until we get back"

"Do we really have to go swimming?" you cringed in disgust, your eyes begging Felix to reconsider.

"Yes!" he kissed your temple. He didn't even try to hide just how little he cared about your disinterest, which only deepened your frown. "I'm done with you not knowing how to swim. You promised me you'd learn. It could save your life one day"

You pouted. "What about Minho?"

"Hey!" the man in question yelled from the living room. "It may have taken me a whole week, but I can swim now. Doggy style, but I can do it!"

"Doggy style" Felix laughed to himself. "If Minho can do it, so can you, love"

"Well… when you put it like that…"

"Great" Felix beamed, and started walking away as he pointed at his friend. "Plus, Chan can teach you. He's much better than I am."

That snapped him out of his trance, god knows where his mind had wandered these past few moments. "I can do what?"

"Teach her doggy style" Felix chuckled.

"Teach me how to swim" you rolled your eyes, "Right?"

Fuck.

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writingforstraykids · 1 month

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I have loved your smuts I think they r absolutely amazing and so damn 🤤

Can I request a oneshot / drabble Dom! Felix x Sub!Chan with Chan having a daddy kink and is super cute and whiny and Felix just being a soft Dom towards him?🥺🤤

Maybe Chan has a stressful week and Felix took it in to his own hands to make him let go and feel better 🫣

It's okay if not! Have a great day ! <3

I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for the request🤭🖤

So cute

Pairing: Chanlix

Word Count: 553

Warnings/Tags: smut, fluff, soft!dom!lix, whiny!sub!chan, daddy kink

Chan's head drops back against the pillow with a relieved moan, jaw growing slack and eyes fluttering. Felix gently helps him rest his legs on his shoulders and hovers above him, practically folding him in half as he thrusts in deep. Chan's hands twist the sheets tightly, soft sounds falling from his lips.

Getting home today and hiding in his boyfriend's lap the minute he did let Felix know how exhausted Chan was. He had a rough week between being in the studio with Han and Changbin writing and recording and dance rehearsals. He desperately needed some love and comfort from the person he loved most. As they cuddled together to relax, Felix absentmindedly stroked his thighs, as he normally would. But Chan started squirming the higher his hands traveled. A soft , needy whine escaped Chan's throat and that was all it took for Felix to get them in bed.

After what felt like hours of eating him out and stretching him out with his fingers, Felix had finally been ready to take the next step. Chan's brain stopped working from there on, it wasn’t unusual in this situation. Felix always takes his time, giving his lover slow and deep strokes as he watches Chan's face contort in pleasure beneath him. “Does it feel good, Channie baby?” he checks in, voice gentle as he keeps his movements steady.

Chan whines in response and nods weakly. “So good, daddy.”

Felix smirks to himself and leans down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. “Yeah? Daddy's making you feel good?” he asks. Chan kisses back needily, his moans being swallowed with each swap of their tongues. “Such a needy little boy.”

“Only for you,” he moans sweetly, eyes fluttering close. Felix brushes back a loose curl sticking to his forehead.

“My sweet boy,” he smiles softly and kisses down his neck, tiny licks and soft bites accompanying his journey down.

Chan whines beautifully, arching up against him. “Daddy,” he moans, tensing up as Felix hits his prostate. “Please,” he whimpers.

“Please what?” Felix asks gently and stops moving for a moment, making Chan cry out in protest.

“Please don't stop, daddy,” he begs and his eyes grow wide and teary. “Need you so bad, only you, please,” he rambles barely above a whisper. But he stays still, knowing Felix will take care of him in due time. He isn't allowed to simply take what he wants. Being honest, he doesn't want to anyway. He needs Felix to take care of him, to make the decisions for him and just let go of everything else.

“Shh, I got you baby,” Felix assures him kindly and angles his hips, dragging his dick across his prostate. Chan's jaw drops with a beautiful wail, body shaking at the intensity of the feeling and toes curling. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he promises, a grin slowly rising over his lips. Chan whines in response, the pleasure becoming more and more intense. “God, you're so pretty like this,” Felix groans, running a hand down his chest and stomach. Seeing Chan blush heavily and squirm just slightly from his words made his own heart skip a beat. His sweet baby boy is even more shy and excited about praise in this setting than he normally is. “So cute,” he giggles.

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yuna542 · 11 months

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Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 16<-

Part 17

Pairing: Felix x reader; Hyunjin x reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, Under 18 DNI!, Smut, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, pet names

Word Count: 2.5k

Note: A little bit of Hyunlix to spice up your day. Hope you like it! <3

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

A pleasant smell surrounded you like a cozy mist and pulled you back to sleep again. It reminded you of a warm summer day with notes of lemon and citrus. Images of fresh fruits, orange blossoms, and sea sounds automatically appeared in your head.

When you manageed to slowly open your eyes you found yourself in Chans Studio, something warm and really good smelling beneath you.

The first thing you could sense were the clicking sounds of the computer keyboard, that you heard a lot around the boys. Even if your vision was still blurry, you could see Chan sitting at his computer from behind with big headphones on. Just like Changbin across the room.

Then you realised that the comfortable pillow beneath you moved and suddenly your eyes found Felix pretty face, who has wrapped both arms tightly around your upper body and looked at you dreamily with his beautiful eyes.

"Hey"

His deep voice sent a quiver through your body and overwhelmed you just could blink at him. He smiled softly and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. His other hand rested on your hip, while you lay between his legs, your head on his chest.

"What happened?", you asked sleepy and you couldn't get up. Felix' body heat and his mere presence kept you pressed tightly against him.

"You fell asleep on me while working and I didn't want you to wake up."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, sweetheart. You looked actually adorable, right Chan?"

Chan turned in his seat and smiled brightly at the two of you.

"Yes babe. You two looked too cute snuggled up against each other."

Your cheeks got immediately pink and you hid your face in the crook of Felix neck. His fingers traced slowly up your spine and you snuggled even closer to his chest. As you looked up, you could see his beautiful freckles and his cute smile, while he watched you like he has never seen anything more beautiful.

"Do you know, that your eyes look like jewels?", he asked suddenly and you couldn't help but smile. It sounded like a serious question and the way he drew his eyebrows together, you could tell he meant it honestly.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are the cutest person in the world?", you replied and enjoyed how his fingers roamed under your top over your ribs up to the edge of your bra.

"Ay I heard that!", Changbin shouted from his place, but as you looked at him, you saw a warm smile on his face.

Felix blushed and tried to avoid your gaze. At that moment you realised that he didn't even know how much he actually meant to you. That he constantly gave you strength and reliability. He was more caring and loving than anyone in your life before and brightened your day every time just with a smile or small gestures.

"Lixie, please look at me!", you whispered carefully and his eyes wandered around your face, like he was afraid to drive you away.

"Don't say such things to me...,” he said softly.

"Why?"

"Because I don't deserve someone as kind and beauti..."

Before he could finish the sentence, you had pressed your lips to his. His hands flew to your sides and he froze in shock before slowly moving his lips against yours. He tasted like honey and freshly ripened peaches. Like a sunset at the sea.

He pulled you even closer and deepened the kiss. Slowly he entered your mouth with his tongue and your whole body just felt warm and secure in his arms.

The kiss was hungry and eager, you used more pressure than necessary as you licked into his mouth like you wanted to devour him. The low moan he let out only seemed to spur you on.

It lasted forever and you still couldn’t let go of each other. Like two addicts you were glued together, kissing and your body curved perfectly into his. Your tongues explore each other's mouths, and his touch sent little surges of electricity through your body wherever his fingers touched your bare skin. His hands pushed your top up to touch your skin all over your back and stomach, until he slipped his fingers under the fabric of your bra.

Your heart pounded like a drum and you got dizzy just by his smell.

That's when you got an idea of how you could show Felix all that he deserved. With a glance at Chan and Changbin, you made sure they were engrossed in their work. Both of them had loud music on their ears by now and couldn't hear a thing. So you pushed Felix's shirt up and looked at his defined abs. The mere sight of his seductive upper body sent heat between your legs and you were eager to finally be able to feel what had been pressing hard against your lower abdomen all along.

Small gasps escaped him as you began to kiss his abs and run your tongue over his warm skin. His stomach muscles automatically tensed under your touch and his cute little noises only encouraged you.

Agonisingly slow you stroked your fingertips over his ribs, along his sides and over the waistband of his jeans. To tease him a little, you drove your hands into his waistband and gave a little pressure with your chest on his growing bulge.

Felix watched you stunned and had to restrain himself from pressing his hips against you.

"What are you doing?", he asked breathlessly, and could only stare at you sitting between his legs with those big eyes and seductive lips.

"Relax, Lixie. I want to make you feel good."

Meanwhile the poor boy was just melting into the couch. Your hands slid over his thighs and he couldn't believe it was really happening. Almost every night he dreamed of you. Especially of your full lips, which he could look at for hours and imagined countless times, wrapped around his dick

"The hyungs are here, we can't...", he whispered to you again.

"We can't what, Felix?", you whispered back innocently, your thumb now rubbing circles near his bulge.

"Isn't that what you wanted, Lix?"

He whimpered quietly, as you licked your lips in excitement. You were moving your thumb in circles, so that it was only slightly touching the now awfully large tent in his pants.

He nodded with gritted teeth.

Then you suddenly pulled away giving him a smirk while opening the buttons and tugging on the waistband of his jeans, pulling them down with his underwear.

The definition of above-average length jumped free and you never saw such a beautiful dick. Of course it was. Everything about Felix was beautiful.

Almost in pain, he pressed the back of his hand to his mouth to keep from moaning loudly as you wrapped your fingers around his member. You slowly started stroking him and he looked like a fallen angel with the desperate expression on his face.

He gasped as you gripped a little tighter. You licked the bit of precum from the tip and he groaned again and his deep voice vibrated in his belly. Then, you made slight tooth contact with his skin, before you wrapped your lips tightly around his length. The more he whimpered and moaned the more you intensively moved your head along his length.

He gently brushed a strand of hair from your forehead as you sucked him off, before he gave in and reached into your hair to press you harder onto his dick.

He could no longer hide how much your mouth and the little gags turned him on and he buckled his hip against your face, relentlessly pushing his throbbing dick down your throat, until tears spilled form the corners of your eyes.

"Fuck... Your mouth feels so amazing...", he growled as deep, as you have never heard from him. He looked down at you and fucked into your mouth, much less gentle than you knew him to be. This dominant side of him, excited you as well and so you bobbed your head faster around his throbbing cock, until he reached the back of your throat.

Messy wet sounds came from your mouth and he was close. Your saliva has coated his length from base to tip, making your mouth glide over him smoothly. You felt his body tense, although he really tried holding back and savor every second of your seductive warm mouth. You sucked even harder and it punched out a strangled moan from him as you massaged his length with your tongue.

"So pretty”, he moaned, as he was thrusting harder into your mouth, holding a rough grip of your hair. You could feel yourself getting wet while he was fucking into your throat. You were incredibly turned on, but you ignored it. This wasn't about you and the fact that Hyunjin still had your panties made it worse.

As you gagged around him, his breathing became more raspy and he began twitching inside your mouth.

"You're so good for me... Can I come into your mouth, angel?", he asked panting and you nodded quickly.

With a snap of his hips he pushed you onto his dick once more and came into your throat with a desperate whimper. You swallowed it all and clawed at his thigh until he let go of you and you could catch your breath.

He pulled you up to him again and kissed you passionately. You could feel his rapid heartbeat with your hands on his chest, melting in his arms. This time his hands were faster on your ass, kneading it greedily. He rubbed his still semi-hard dick between your thighs, putting direct pressure on your bare clit, making you sigh softly.

“No panties?”, he asked with raised eyebrows and started rubbing his dick between your thighs, directly onto your clit.

“Lix, please. Need to feel you”, you whimpered and pressed your forehead to his neck, as he buckled his hips further between your thighs. You wanted him inside you so bad and without any panties on, it would be easy to just slip his dick inside your soaking cunt.

"Just to be clear: If you fuck on my couch, you clean up afterwards too!"

Chan's voice teared you out of your own world and you two looked at him with red cheeks and heavy breathing. Felix quickly pulled his pants back up and didn't dare to look at the leader.

While you and Chan grinned slightly at each other, Felix buried his face in your neck and whined embarrassed:

"How did you even notice?"

Changbin crossed his arms behind his head and said:

"Computer screens reflect, Yongbok... And your desperate whining could not be overheard."

So they had seen everything, how you made him a mess just with your sweet mouth and almost fucking you. Felix's face turned red up to his ears and he would have loved to sink into the ground.

But Chan and Changbin looked at each other like proud big brothers.

Randomly you read the time on Chan's laptop.

"Shit how long did I sleep?"

"Maybe an hour?", Changbin answered.

"Fuck!", you shouted and jumped up, fixing your skirt.

"Lee Know has a photoshoot in an hour. Wasn't he here?"

"Not yet. He wanted to discuss the choreography for the last song first. I think he is still with Hyunjin and the choreographer at the practice room”, Chan said and you quickly gave Felix one last kiss before running through the door.

In the practice room, Minho was hard at work with the choreographer and you wanted to sit down on the couch next to Hyunjin to wait for him.

With a grin, Hyunjin pulled you onto his lap and you sucked in a sharp breath as the fabric of his jeans rubbed against your bare and already sensitive pussy.

You glanced briefly at the others, but they were completely distracted and busy going over the choreography. Even so, the staff knew you were close. Even the guys would often sit on each other's laps or cuddle. That was perfectly normal for everyone around.

What wasn't normal was that your already aroused cunt was now pressed right up against his thigh. He put an arm around your waist to hold you close and whispered in your ear:

"I can feel you even through my pants.”

Then he slowly began to bob his leg and a gasp escaped you that was fortunately swallowed by the music. His thigh muscles tensed under you and he held your hip tightly.

Eagerly you began to move your hips slightly, enjoying the friction on your naked pussy and trying to get rid of the arousal that Felix triggered.

"Just take what you need, princess”, he murmured seductively and you bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning.

With one last glance at the other two, who however didn't glance in your direction but were busy with themselves and their notes, you began to ride his thigh, panting softly as you did so.

He started to kiss your neck, roughly fondling your breasts and rubbing and pinching your nipples through your clothing, making you whimper. His hands found there place onto your breasts as your hips rutted against his thigh. He could begin to feel your slick dampen his pants and it brought another smile onto his face.

"Does that feel good, princess?"

You nodded and your breath started to speed up as you humped Hyunjin's thigh faster and faster and he sucked in your skin between his teeth, worshipping your breasts and grabbing and groping all over your body.

But suddenly Lee Know raised his eyes and fixed you both with a sharp expression on his face.

But this only spurred you on even more. He quickly engaged the choreographer in conversation and made sure he didn't turn around.

Nevertheless you continued to ride his friends thigh. Hyunjin cleched and jiggled his leg just to see your reaction. He noticed how you shivered and lightly wrapped his hand around your throat, which he knew you adored.

While looking Minho directly in the eyes, he began to rub your clit with his fingers under your skirt and you tensed on his lap.

Minho found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the conversation and he tried not to look at you too often, but the way you rode Hyunjin's thigh and your needy expression made it hard for him.

"Jinnie, I'm close”, you whimpered and rolled your hips even rougher against his leg.

"Come for me, pretty girl”, he whispered, tightening his grip around your neck and there you came with a naughty moan.

"Oh fuck... Thank you”, you gasped and leaned against his chest as you came down from your high.

He wrapped both arms tightly around your stomach and rested his chin on your shoulder.

"You can thank me soon enough, but now you should take care of Minho. I think he’s a bit jealous”, he said with a mocking smile at Lee Know, pressing a kiss to your collarbone and it was obvious that he was right.

You stood up and waited at the door until Minho was ready. Unfortunately you had to leave if you wanted to get to the photo-shooting on time.

Finally Lee Know came over to you and Hyunjin engaged the choreographer directly in another conversation.

Only you seemed to notice the wet spot on his pants, and as you stepped out into the hallway together, you had to smile, when you only heard Minho mutter:

"You are both maniacs.”

->Part 18

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softiejoon · 10 months

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SKZ + BARBENHEIMER

warnings ; mentions of food, crying and the patriarchy

a/n ; just a silly little thing for fun (extremely barbie-biased bc i have not seen oppenheimer 🤭)

.・゜-: ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　✧　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ :-゜・．

chan

is totally down for the double feature

equally excited for both tbh

was easily persuaded into dressing on theme

you rocking all black and a leather trench coat, and chan in baby pink and denim <33

y’all slayed

lots of snacks and drinks to sustain you both throughout the night

(chan cries during barbie)

long late night conversations after the movie <33

overall an 11/10 experience with ur ken (affectionate) !!

:-゜・．

minho

complains about it being too much effort (he’s already bought the tickets)

will do the bare minimum in terms of dressing to theme but enjoys seeing you all excited and happy

EXTREMELY engrossed throughout barbie

wouldn’t even let you out to pee at first bc you were “disrupting a very important cinematic experience”

sits through the entire end credits

“soo did you like it?” “it was okay i guess”

drags jisung along to see it again bc he knows you’d never let him live it down

:-゜・．

changbin

did not want to see oppenheimer at first

“it’s just stupid men being stupid and blowing stuff up” “okay but cillian murphy and florence pugh are in it”

only goes on the condition you both dress to the barbie theme

honestly he outdressed you. there’s no two ways about it

changbin kenned so hard you can’t help but respect it

“baby, you ready to go?” “…” 🙄 “..ken, you ready to go?” “yes barbie!!!”

needless to say you had trouble getting him to leave the theatre

“okay bin, time to go” “no they haven’t played barbie dreams by fifty fifty yet”

:-゜・．

hyunjin

soo dramatic about the entire thing

thinks himself into a panic when deciding which one to see first

then also proceeds to have a crisis about which theme to dress to

has too many outfit ideas for both and makes you watch as he models all of his 50 options

complains if you don’t give detailed feedback on each one

“ynnie are you even looking??” “hyunjin, if looks could kill right now…”

when he finally does decide on his outfit though, it’s like walking the red carpet with him

looks hella good and he knows it

lovees the photo opps (probably the best part of the night for him smh)

:-゜・．

jisung

babygirl is so excited to see barbie

thought it would be a feel-good film

is sorely mistaken when he sees you tearing up during the movie

next thing he knows, boom! (woops wrong movie) he’s bawling

listens so intently to you talk about the film afterwards that he surprises even himself

genuinely just wants to learn more so he does his own research

(and not just about horses, though it is included)

“really? you, mr jeogiyo noona hokshi namja–?” 😭😭😭

makes you buy him the kenough hoodie for emotional damage

you agree

:-゜・．

felix

he’s so excited!!!

bakes cookies for you both to sneak into the theatre

briefly considers doing a split dye just for the premiere

“lix angel we’re leaving in an hour” “fine :(”

but his pout disappears immediately when you offer to help with his makeup

“sit stilll lixie” “can’t, ‘s ticklish!”

there is pink glitter. everywhere.

bc someone insisted it was essential for the look

(he was right, it really does top it all off)

you’re also running late bc you and felix got a little distracted while finishing off his makeup

it’s not your fault his lips look so kissable with your gloss on

and it’s not felix’s fault he’s addicted to the strawberry taste on both your lips

you do eventually make it there though, just missing all the ads

safe to say there were a lot of laughs shared and tears shed <3

:-゜・．

seungmin

man this dude is the biggest pretend-hater

told you he refuses to see barbie and wants to see oppenheimer instead

you frowned and begged for him to give in but no luck

then the next thing you know you’re at the theatre and it’s two tickets for barbie

wtf??

“is this some sick mind game?”

“what, you think im that twisted? maybe we should go see oppenheimer since you love evil geniuses so much”

watches you snatch the tickets from his hand and run off with a lovesick smile on his face

for the entirety of the following week, you catch moments of seungmin humming the barbie soundtrack

always stops the second you’re around though and tells you you’re hearing things

“stop gaslighting me, that’s so un-barbie of you”

but when you finally catch him singing ‘i’m just ken’ in the shower ohoho

you throw open the bathroom door “aha! i knew it!!”

“y/n what the hell??” “i knew ittt. you lovee barbie hehe”

“whatever.. but uh since you’re here…can you pass me a towel please?”

“okay :) if you sing :))”

in the end, he got his towel and you got a full rendition of the song from your red-faced boyfriend

:-゜・．

jeongin

just doesn’t really get the hype

he was fine seeing either or none of them tbh

but you convinced him with the prospect of matching outfits <33

he’s so into it that you forget he was the one who didn’t want to go at first

literally buys you matching pieces and jewellery to wear

you have no control over your outfit at this point

but it makes him happy and you know you’re in good hands so you let him have at it

ofc you both end up looking great

makes you take a bunch of pics for his ig tho 🙄

but you get a bunch of cute couple ones in too

honestly? you couldn’t really tell what he thought of the movies after

but the next day you can hear him watching tiktok in the living area

and it’s all…barbie commentary?

there’s the occasional fashion and kpop video in the mix but video after video you can hear him listening to critical analysis of the film

“baby?” “hm?” “you good?” “yeah” then after a beat “fck the patriarchy tho”

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 3 months

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𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝?

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 3.5k

𝙖/𝙣: anonnie, i'm so sorry...i've been through the same and it isn't easy...but im so proud of you for making it as far as you did and we'll do it together <3

𝙩/𝙬: changbin is insecure about a lot of things, unheathy methods, fainting and nutrient deficiency, jealousy, sadness, crying, etc.

𝒍𝒆𝒆: changbin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho and hyunjin

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeongins-diary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkedloveandlostpromises @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @r00ni1

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

IN NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM DO I BELIEVE THAT CHANGBIN IS UGLY. THIS IS JUST FICTION AND IS NOT MEANT TO RESEMBLE REAL LIFE PEOPLE!!! I BELIEVE THAT CHANGBIN IS ONE OF THE PRETTIEST PEOPLE I HAVE EVER SET EYES ON AND I STAND BY THAT!!!

“AGH! Stop that!” Changbin hissed, slapping Hyunjin’s hand away from his skin.

Binnie scolded himself for wearing a tank top yet again. He just never learned from his mistakes.

He was just trying to speak with the other members, but Hyunjin decided to bother him by sticking his fingers into his upper ribs, near his armpits.

Every shriek the younger earned only increased his need to hear more of them, but Hyunjin got his share of karma soon enough.

“Rank every member by how ticklish they are?! Oh, that sounds like fun!” Chan smirked evilly, everyone’s eyes moving to either Hyunjin or a certain maknae bread.

“Okay, so Hyunjin and Jeongin are tied for first.” Minho started, humming while he thought. “Then Hannie, definitely.”

Jisung started coughing, a blush appearing on his face. Lino thought for a few more moments before speaking again.

“Then it should be Lixie or Chan hyung.”

At once, loud arguments broke out. Both Chan and Felix started shouting at the same time and Minho yelled for them to stop.

“There’s no way you’re less ticklish than me and Lixie!” Chan protested, Felix nodding his head with an offended look.

“But-!” Lino tried to defend himself, but it didn’t work out in the end.

So next on the list was Minho.

“NOW it’s you two.” Lino commented quickly before anyone had a chance to tease him because of his position in the top three.

Everyone agreed. “Oooh, I can’t decide between Seungmin and Changbin!” Minho groaned, thinking as hard as he could.

Meanwhile, both mentioned members started to flush deeply, glancing at each other in embarrassment.

“Let’s have a vote!” Jeongin proposed, and everyone quickly agreed.

“Who votes for Seungmin hyung?” Jeongin asked, putting his own hand up.

Surprisingly, everyone agreed, including Seungmin himself, that he was most probably more ticklish than Changbin.

Changbin grinned happily as everyone else began to tease each other, excluding him.

So there he was, at the bottom of the list. At the moment, it seemed great to Changbin.

Nobody could tease him considering they were higher on the list.

But as Changbin learned, it wasn’t always the best in every case.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Changbin groaned as he flexed again in the mirror. He has been working so hard in the gym, yet he was unable, in his opinion, to improve his body for their upcoming performance.

He hadn’t changed at all, and he was sure that STAY’s would hate him for it.

[NOT TRUE AT ALL HE’S SO FUCKING PRETTYYY]

His mind began to flash with all the things they would call him. ‘The least popular member AND the least improved?’

Binnie swore that he would break down crying if he thought anymore, so he walked off to try and distract himself.

Minho walked by him in the kitchen, squeezing his belly playfully. It was meant to be a show of affection, but at the moment, Changbin started overthinking, believing that Minho was teasing him.

His eyes welled up, and he blinked rapidly to extinguish the tears before they threatened to drop.

Lino, however, had noticed the rapper’s empty response to his affection, especially at something that would normally earn him at least a giggle.

It was all over when dinner happened, and Changbin was already out of it, leaving the members to believe something was wrong.

They tried with their greatest efforts to involve him in their conversations, believing that he felt left out and lonely, but the only fruit of their efforts were empty replies and few-word responses.

After some concerned glances at each other, Jeongin decided it lighten up the mood by prodding Binnie’s ribs twice, earning quiet squeaks and jolts.

After that, all the members began to coo and giggle at him, smiling at him and playing with his hands to try and cheer him up.

At the show of affection, Changbin’s cheeks flushed a rosy color, and the once dimmed sparkles returned to his eyes.

“Binnieee! You look so cute blushing for us, do it some more?~” Chan teased.

“Our chubby, cute Changbinnieee~” Hyunjin giggled, squishing at the boy’s cheeks.

Changbin’s mind only caught onto one word. He had tried so hard to distract himself from it, but his overthinking returned as his mind began to spiral uncomfortably. ‘Chubby.’

The other members must have noticed that he blanked out, because he suddenly snapped back to reality and heard multiple concerned voices calling his name.

Changbin smiled and excused himself, locking himself in his room the first moment he got.

The other members sat in silence, staring at his untouched plate of food and empty glass of water, wondering what they did wrong.

Over the next few days, the dorm was uncomfortably silent, the once loud and cheery dwaekki now practically living at the gym, not coming home even to eat proper meals, though Chan noticed their box of protein powder and electrolyte packets getting considerably lighter.

Changbin still spoke to the members, however his flame had distinguished and his smiles seemed more strained, and the rapper had now seemed to be struggling to keep himself upright.

The others had constantly tried to get him to take better care of himself, even taking it to the point of where they tried to force meals into his throat.

It only barely worked, and now the members had even less time due to comeback schedules.

Minho and Chan started to take tolls on their health too, and small worry creases began to form on their faces.

In general, the group had no time for breaks, and when they weren’t performing, they barely saw Changbin at all.

The members started to dearly miss the happy, responsible rapper, considering he was their light during all the hardships of comeback season.

But once, they got a break, and was ordered by the company to stay within the building.

The members shuffled awkwardly into the dorm, the energy changing since they realized that it would be the first time together in the dorm in a long period of time.

Everybody ate quietly, and soon enough, Hyunjin couldn’t handle it anymore. “What happened here?” He scoffed sarcastically.

He quickly stuck his fingers up Jisung’s shirt, earning a high pitched yelp.

Quick as lighting, the group was back, talking to each other, grinning in happiness.

After dinner, they battled the maknae down onto the couch and went to town, releasing all their stress through their tickling fingers.

Jeongin was screaming, out of breath and begging as Changbin quietly held his arms down, smiling when the maknae looked at him with teary, pleading eyes.

A sudden surge of jealousy suddenly struck the unprepared rapper, who flushed as he watched all the member’s fingers wiggling onto the youngest’s worst spots.

Ever since the day they had ranked themselves in the list, Changbin noticed a considerable difference in the amount he got tickled, noticing the others always getting each other and not him.

He started to realize that maybe it was because he ranked so low, because they wanted someone with better reactions, someone who was more ticklish.

Insecurity flashed before his eyes, and his chest hurt as he tried to hold back his tears for the umpteenth time that week.

Changbin hadn’t even realized that he had let go of the maknae’s arms, and that the others had been staring at him.

Changbin’s vision went blurry, and his stomach cried out again for food, but yet again he shoved the feelings down as he reached for his water bottle.

After determining that it was empty, he stood up to refill it, and regretted it as dark and white spots swam in his vision.

Binnie stumbled backwards, startling the others as they reached out to catch him.

“Hyung? Are you okay?” Hannie gasped, noticing the older stumbling over himself.

Felix immediately stood up to help him, taking the bottle from his hands and running to fill it.

Seungmin stood up and wrapped his arms around his waist, gasping quietly when he felt just how much weight Changbin had lost to his unhealthy methods.

Changbin groaned in pain, wrapping his arms around his stomach and shuddering.

Suddenly, his entire body gave up on him, sore and spent from the long hours of gym with no energy intake.

Lixie ran back with the water bottle just to let out a loud scream as Binnie collapsed. Luckily, Seungmin was able to safely lower him to the ground, where the others began to panic and shout, trying to wake him up.

Changbin shook in pain for a few seconds before slumping completely, and Chan ran to get the building doctor.

Hyunjin shook his head unhappily. He had seen it all coming.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Changbin woke up with a jump, feeling fingers running along his side. His eyes felt heavy and exhausted, and he almost shut them again.

“See?! I knew that would wake him up!” Binnie recognized Minho’s voice.

He heard multiple voices around him murmuring, and he watched as Jisung grabbed and yanked him into a hug, and he sank into the younger’s hold.

He felt more arms wrap around him, engulfing him in a wave of warmth and love.

All at once, shame and embarrassment overwashed Changbin’s senses, and he sobbed suddenly, the sounds weak and broken as everyone’s hold tightened, like a strong anchor he could hold onto in the darkest of times.

He cried and cried, wailing quietly and trembling in weakness.

Binnie’s stomach hurt so badly, and he cursed himself for being such a fool, for making a big scene out of everything.

But a voice cut him off. “Take this.” Chan kneeled down to reach his sitting position, placing multiple pills and a glass of water in the rapper’s hand.

At his confused look, Chris explained. “Nutrient deficiency. Overworked and underfed.” He firmly pressed them into the boy’s palm.

Changbin felt embarrassed, for being knocked over like a weak child, and when he looked down in shame, Chan realized that he was being too harsh for someone who had already received punishment enough.

“I’m sorry, bunny. We should have been taking care of you…but we didn’t. I thought you knew better than to do that.” Chan didn’t speak in a angry tone, but a soft, concerned tone, not accusing or harsh.

Changbin sniffled and glanced at the leader with watery eyes. “I’m so sorry, hyung...” He whispered, more tears splashing onto his clenched fists.

Chan’s expression softened as he wiped away Binnie’s tears, the other members staring in slight shock.

“I-I just wanted to look better, for the fans. I don’t wanna look chubby!” He cried out, finally letting out the words that had been plaguing him for so long.

“I don’t want to be hated…I didn’t want any of this…” He whimpered, gasping for breath as Chan’s eyes widened in horror.

Minho stared at the leader in shock, and Hyunjin suddenly felt guilt hit him like a truck, remembering his earlier comment to the older that had made him blank out.

The members hugged him tight, and Chan even sat him on his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist protectively as Changbin finally swallowed the pills slowly.

He whined as Chan pressed in a little deeper, though the leader decided to leave it to another day, and everyone carried the rapper back to dorm.

Lino immediately started up the stove, ready to cook food. Felix grabbed the chocolate bars from the fridge.

After Changbin had taken a much needed shower, he walked into the hall just to see the hall set up for movie night; tons of food and blankets were placed everywhere, along with a fresh batch of brownies.

He looked around for the members, but nobody was there. Suddenly, he felt a pair of arms fasten around his waist, and yank his frail body into the air.

Binnie squealed in surprise, and he stared at Hyunjin as the younger easily manhandled him, carrying him bridal-style to the couch.

Changbin didn’t want to admit it, but watching the dancer lift him like he weighed nothing caused his lee mood to flare up. Badly.

The other members appeared suddenly, kissing his cheeks and playing with his fingers, causing him to flush a happy rosy pink.

They sat Binnie down and took turns feeding him food, and he groaned happily at the taste that he had missed so much, happily taking the food from everyone.

Felix tapped his cheek twice to tell him to open his mouth, and Changbin hesitated as he eyed the brownie in the younger’s hand.

Seungmin appeared behind him and snuck his hands under the boy’s shirt, suddenly tickling him everywhere, and through the rapper’s giggles, Lixie managed to get the brownie in his mouth.

After the small incident, Binnie was unable to focus as his lee mood drove him mad, every touch by another member had him flinching, and it didn’t help that he could hear Chan trying to muffle his laughter as Felix kept poking his side.

Changbin felt like he needed to start provoking somebody to tickle him; there was no way he would be able to sleep with this lee mood.

He suddenly leapt onto Hyunjin, digging into the boy’s sides and hearing loud squawks of laughter.

Soon enough, he let up, hoping that Hyunjin was willing to try and take his revenge somehow.

But it just caused the entire group to start wrecking Hyunjin, and his loud screams drowned out Changbin’s frustrated groan.

That night, Changbin was unable to sleep, staring at his phone. He felt more energized though, probably because the members shoved so much food down his throat his stomach was threatening to burst.

He threw his own arms over his head, wondering what it would feel like to be pinned down so tightly that he couldn’t move, and wrecked in every spot until he went insane.

He watched some clips of the other members tickling each other, and he noticed the absence of clips of his own, though it was clear that he did tickle the others a lot.

Changbin turned off his phone and set it on the bedside table, making sure to keep his arms up as he imagined it.

Usually he was holding the member’s arms above his head, but sometimes when Chan tried to do it to him, he ended up being too strong and yanking his arms down himself.

Changbin whined to himself. Sometimes being the strongest member was a blessing and a curse.

He finally put his arms down as the cold air hitting the underside of his arms started to feel uncomfortable.

Changbin turned and shut his eyes just as he heard the bedroom door open.

Opening his eyes just a little, he spotted Minho and Hyunjin standing over him, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe, they would tickle him awake.

“I know you’re awake, Binnie.”

So much for that. Changbin slowly opened his eyes and stared at the two as they got into bed with him, on either side.

Once they had turned Changbin into the jam spread on their sandwich, they wrapped their arms around him.

It was peaceful and quiet, and Binnie momentarily forgot all about his need for tickles, just enjoying the moment with his members.

Suddenly, an unbearable tingle began at his side, and he grunted before grabbing Hyunjin’s invading hand.

“Don’t.” He said, though he didn’t mean it.

“Oh, I think we should, shouldn’t we?” Minho responded, and Changbin noticed his face burning.

“N-No!” He yelled, Minho’s grip on his wrists suddenly becoming known to him. He squirmed weakly, which was noted by the dancer.

“Did you really think we’d not notice the way you were watching earlier?” Hyunjin giggled, watching Changbin’s eyes widen.

“So, Binnie. Were you…jealous, perhaps?” Lino teased, leaning in slightly knowing that it would fluster the rapper.

“No! W-Why would I be?” Binnie deflected, and Minho released his wrists. “I guess we’re done now.”

Desperate, Changbin replied. “Wait! Okay, maybe I was a little…j-jealous.” He looked down at the end, and the other two cooed playfully at him.

“Did you wanna get wrecked, oh big, tough, Binnie?” Minho teased, watching Changbin’s face turn the color of roses as he whined.

“Is that what you came here for?” Changbin asked, his tone hopeful, which definitely startled Hyunjin.

“What do you mean?” The tallest asked. “I mean, wouldn’t you rather get someone else, you know, someone more ticklish than me?” Changbin whispered, not wanting them to feel uncomfortable.

There was a quiet silence, and Changbin glanced up to see the two staring sadly at him. “Is that why you were upset for so long?” Minho asked, and Binnie nodded slowly.

“I’m so sorry, baby. We should’ve shown equality, but we didn’t.” Minho gave the rapper a quick apologetic hug, suddenly guilty.

“But now, we’ll wreck you the way you deserve.” He gestured to Hyunjin.

“What about the others?” Binnie didn’t want to wake up the sleeping members.

“They’ve gone to the other dorm to get something, it’s just us.” Minho reassured, and Changbin didn’t even notice Hyunjin pulling his arms up and sitting on them.

Minho sent a teasing poke at Binnie’s ribs, the boy shrieking and trying to yank his arms down to protect the spot…just to realize that he was immobile.

“Hyun-JIN! Get ohohoff!” Changbin burst into loud giggles as another pair of fingers walked right into his bare underarms, and Minho concentrated purely on his sensitive hips.

After some time of his cute giggling, Binnie felt a little guilty. “Hyuhuhung! Stohop fohor a sehehecond!”

Minho slowed his fingers so they were just tracing in the crevices of the boy’s ribs. The light sensations sent tingles shooting up Binnie’s body.

“Go rougher…I feel like you’re getting bored.” Binnie pouted sadly. Lino’s face softened, and Hyunjin smiled reassuringly before speaking.

“We’d never get bored with this~” And the tallest started to lightly wiggle his fingers across the boy’s neck, eliciting the cutest giggles from the rapper beneath him.

“How about we go rougher anyway, since our dear Binnie asked for it?” Lino asked, smirking down at the pinned rapper.

The two suddenly started scribbling wherever they could, switching between spots as fast as they could.

Changbin was in shambles, laughter growing louder and louder as he tried his hardest to escape, but just couldn’t.

“See? You’re the least ticklish, but look at how you’re laughing now.” Minho grabbed a small mirror from the bedside table and shoved it in Changbin’s face.

Embarrassed, the rapper tried to turn his head away, but when Hyunjin held his chin and forced him to look at himself, Changbin saw himself.

So content and happy, grinning ear to ear in joy, small tears resting on his rosy face.

Changbin never expected himself to look as pretty as he did, but his chest grew warm in fondness, looking at his own reflection as he giggled involuntarily.

“See? You look so pretty for us, giggling like that~” Minho cooed, fingers still tickling at Changbin’s side as his other hand held up the mirror.

Lino decided to move further up, slipping his hand under the boy’s shirt and squeezing his upper ribs, switching the mirror to his phone as he pressed record.

Binnie cackled with laughter, the cute sound making Hyunjin smile so hard his face started to ache.

“AAAHAH! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” He laughed loudly, falling apart as he tried his hardest to yank his arms down, but couldn’t as Hyunjin sat on them, and his weakened state didn’t allow him to use his strength.

He didn’t even know there was a camera recording him until he heard Hyunjin speak.

“Isn’t he so cute?” The tallest stuck his fingers into Changbin’s outstretched armpits, and the middle screamed as two pairs of hands tickled him to pieces.

“STOPSTOPSTOHOHOHOHOP! HYUHUHUHAHAHAHA!” Binnie was falling apart already, throwing his head in every direction.

“STAYs, you wanna see how ticklish he really is?” Minho followed by blowing a looong raspberry right onto the sensitive area along Binnie’s top ribs, the spot easily accessible due to the tank top that Changbin just couldn’t stop wearing.

Hyunjin pointed the camera to his face right as the boy howled with laughter, high pitched squeals and cackles following as his sensitive spot was abused relentlessly.

His feet kicked wildly in the blankets as small tears fell down his red face.

“NAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE-AGHAHAHAHA!” He couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so hard, his lee mood satisfied and content.

“OKAAAY—! IHIHIMDONE HYUHUHUNG PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!” He finally screeched, his now hypersensitive body trembling in exhaustion.

“Only if you admit you’re beautiful!” Hyunjin yelled over the loud laughter.

Changbin shook his head, and Minho only blew harder into the sensitive skin, while Hyune decided to help by lightly tickling the rapper’s neck.

“OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY! YOU WIHIHIN! IHIHIM BEHEHEAUTIFUL!”

Minho let up, relishing in the dwaekki’s tiny giggles as he rubbed at his body, loudly panting.

The three ended up sleeping together anyway, and Changbin was first to get wrecked in the morning as well.

Wanna know why?

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Chan crowded into the bed with the other kids, too lazy to head back to the other dorm.

He knew Minho would take care of things there anyway.

Suddenly 5 phones lit up, and Chan warily opened the official Kid’s Tiktok.

😼 posted a video: our baby bunny 🐷🐰^^

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #lee changbin #ler minho #ler hyunjin

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littlemessyjessi · 2 months

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I feel, deep in my bones, that one could summon fae!Felix by repeating that bit he does in Topline thrice over in a mirror: BOM DIGI DIGI BOM BOM BOM BOM and maybe it works faster if you try to 'go deep' with it... or maybe this is just stuck in my head in an audio stim kind of way and I live in the land of delulu

A Guide to Summoning Your Faelix: AKA Faerie Felix / the most sweetest thing in the world.

FAE FELIX?

Ok!

SO let's do this!

First, we'll need to set the mood. Obviously, we're gonna need blue. It is his favorite color. Even though poor baby was recently heartbroken because the color analyst told him that blue doesn't work for him. Even though OBVIOUSLY that is incorrect! He is gorgeous in blue. Precious baby. How dare they? Unacceptable.

So, I just feel like it's absolutely NECESSARY that we include blue for the baby chick. Fuck them color swatches.

NEXT! Brownies as an offering. Non negotiable. Here is his recipe. Enjoy. They are fantastic.

Third.... we must call on the spirit of Bang Chan for he can always find his Lixie. Plus, he's our resident source of Lixie information. If he doesn't know, he'll figure it out for us. Bang Chan for President.

Now, it's time to get down to business. This is very serious. Set the lights. Turn on the music. Look in the mirror and say it.

Put all the bass you got in your voice and ..... POOF!

Congratulations! You have completed your very first summoning.

Now, let's discuss care for your Fae Felix.

First and foremost, he is going to require lots of love and affection. If you do not feel as if you can provide adequate love and affection for your Faelix then please reconsider.

If your Faelix does not receive adequate time, care and affection then he will cry. And subsequently, I will come to beat your ass.

BECAUSE HOW DARE YOU! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! DON"T YOU DARE MAKE THIS BABY SUNSHINE CHICKEN CRY! THIS MEANS WAR!

And! I'm telling Minho! And he'll help me whoop ass. So be prepared and think about that when moving forward with your Faelix.

Minho is watching...

Always watching.

Perhaps, a Hyunjinnie would be more suitable for you or perhaps a Minho. They still require love and affection but they do understand that everyone needs alone time.

Though, if you do choose to summon Minho... god help you.

If you have an aversion to copious amounts of physical displays of love and affection, PLEASE AND I AM BEGGING YOU... do NOT summon yourself a Changbinnie. He WILL be giving you his love and you WILL like it.

Fair warning.

But back to Faelix.

Now, please remember that your Faelix can handle some spice but not exceedingly so.

Be mindful of his dietary needs.

If not he'll scream.

On that note, you are going to need to stock up on rice cakes. Trust me. And probably fried chicken. Just do it.

It is also important to note that your Faelix is also sensitive to scary things so he's not likely to be a horror movie buddy for you. If you really, really, REALLY want him to... he'll do it to make you happy. However, he will basically turn your room into a nest at night and cover you with cuddles all night long... because he's scared to death. Poor Lixie. You will have a much better experience if you pick a comedy or action. He'll still cuddle you (if you want it) but it won't be out of fear. And nobody wants a scared Lix. He deserves to be happy.

Also, on this note of Fae Felix. Just so you know, you're not supposed to give fairies your name. No matter how much they beg.

However, Felix is literally the one that you could tell anything and he wouldn't use it against you. You're secret is safe with him. As is your soul.

Now, in summary : It's all important but here are your TOP 3 to remember!

Number One: Please provide adequate love, affection and care for your Faelix.

Number Two: Please mind his dietary needs and plan accordingly. Give him whatever he wants. Or else he is going to become insane.

Number Three: The Final and Most Important Rule of All

Remember that Minho is watching... always watching.

He sees all.

He knows all.

I know, You know, We know, Lee Know

Thank you for coming to my presentation and have a nice day.

Please help yourself to a treat on your way out. We're serving brownies. Obviously.

..............

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this crazy tangent of mine and thank you so much for sending it in!

Love, K

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liveforjeongin · 5 months

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Hiii!! I loved the doc that you wrote! Can I request number 12 and 41 with Lee!Chan and Ler!Felix please and ty

p.s your amazing

How To Cheer Your Chan Up (1/7)

Awww, thank you anon, you're so sweet<3

And thanks for request<3

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

requested by: anon

warnings: cheer up tickles, kinda short imo😭 (I'm sorry)

Prompt 12, list #1: “Come on, let me see that smile!”

Prompt 41, list #1: “I’m gonna tickle the sadness out of you!”

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Skz were preparing for their upcoming comeback. It wasn't a secret for anyone that's such a stressful and hard task, but the members always succeed in that and were getting used to it, so they were fine

Excepting for one of them, Chan

As the leader and producer of the group, he had his head in so many things, too much this time. He really wanted this comeback to be perfect, at least in terms of the music

He was trying to deal with all the stress and the pressure he was having all by himself, and honestly, he was doing pretty good so far, until one day

3racha were all on the studio, finishing the last details for their title track "Lalalala"

It was Chan's turn to record, it was all going well til one part. Chan was having some problems to find a tone for that specific line, and that was getting him so frustrated

"Hyung, do it how you think if sounds good. No pressure" Changbin, who was directing the recording, tried to comfort him

"I'm... Trying" Chan said, with a sigh of frustration with himself

"We know, hyung, but it's okay. No pressures, we have the whole day if that's necessary" Hannie said

About 20 minutes later, Chan got to find a tone that sounded... Decent for him, so he decided to keep it, he'll fix it later

3racha went back to their dorm, where they found Felix, watching a dorama with Hyunjin in the couch of the living room

"Oh, hi hyungs~ Hi Hannie~" Lix waved at the three members of 3racha, and snuggled up more on Hyunjin

"Hi Lix~" Changbin waved him back, ruffling his hair a bit and then walking towards his room

"Hey baby~" Jisung did the same as Changbin

Chan, otherwise, waved the younger in a sad mood, still thinking on what happened in the studio minutes before

Lix obviously noticed that his aussie brother wasn't feeling all good, so him, in his sunshine nature, was decided to help Chan feel better

He just had to know how

Chan walked to his room, locking it without talking much more to any of the kids

"Hyunjinnie, do you mind if I go for a second? I need to talk with Chan hyung" the freckled guy asked

"Sure Lixie, I'll pause the drama and wait for you"

"Thank youuu" Lix hugged Hyunjin a bit, walked towards Chan's room (wemissthem) and knocked on the door "Hyung?"

After a couple seconds of silence, Felix heard his hyung's voice "Come in"

Lix opened the door of Chan's room and saw Chan layed on his bed and wrapped up in his blanket, looking like he just stopped crying

"Hyung... What's wrong?" Felix asked, kneeling down next to the bed

"Nothing... It's nothing, Lix, don't worry about me" Chan smiled a bit, a fake smile of course, and Lix knew it

"Chan... Don't lie to me. There's something bothering you, tell me what it is"

Chan sighed and some tears started to run down his face as he talked "I'm... Frustrated with myself. I didn't do good enough today at the recording..."

"Awww, hyung..." The younger hugged his hyung, trying to reassure him a bit "I'm pretty sure you did your best, you always do, that's what matters"

Chan just cried in his dongsaeng's hug, knowing he could trust him

After some minutes, Chan started to calm down, and the tears stopped to fall

Lix pulled away from the hug and smiled down comfortingly at his hyung "You better?"

Chan sighed "Yeah... I think a bit... Thanks, Lix" smiled faintly at the younger

Lix patted Chan's head "That's good... Now, no more crying, alright?. Come on, let me see that smile!" Lix poked his hyung's side, causing him to shudder and let out a small giggle

"Fehelix! Don't"

"Awww, but you look so cute giggling~" started to poke Chan's sides repeatedly

Chan blushed a bit at the younger's teasing, giggling at the pokes, but not moving. He would hate to admit it, but this was exactly what he needed, and was really thankful with Felix for doing this

"I'm gonna tickle the sadness out of you, hyungie!" Lix started to wiggle his fingers on Chan's abs, knowing that was his death spot

"N-NOHOHOHOHO FEEHEHEHHEHELIX DON'T! NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE" Chan burst into laughter and started to squirm wildly, which just got worse when Felix started to use his other hand to change between squeezing his sides and his thighs

"But you look so happy now, hyung!" Even though Felix was teasing him, and he knew he was driving Chan crazy, the younger really looked so innocent

Until he started to wreck Chan's sides

"OKAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAY FELIX FELIX YOU CAN STOP NOHOHOHOOHHOW!" Chan squealed out

"Mmmmm... I don't think I'm doing~"

Felix just kept wrecking Chan's sides and abs, making the older go crazy

"FEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHELIX! FELIX I BEHEHEHEHEHHEHEG YOUHUHUHU! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA PLEHEHEHEHHEHEASE NO MOHOHOHORE! I'LL SMILE I'LL SMIHIHIHIHIHILE! I WON'T BE SAHAHAHAHHAHAHAD I PROHOHOHOHOHOHOHOMISE!" Chan stated before his laugh went silent

Felix kept on tickling him for a couple seconds more before stopping, he didn't want to kill his hyung after all

He rubbed the older's sides, in order to ease the ghost tickles he was feeling, and hugged him again "You okay? You're not sad anymore?" The freckled boy looked up at his hyung, hoping he's feeling better

Chan was breathing hard and letting a few more giggles out, overwhelmed by the sensation yet, but it's not like he didn't like it... "I'm fine, Lix, and not sad anymore, thank you for... That" Chan replied with a big smile on his face, ruffling his dongsaeng's hair a bit

Felix smiled at his hyung and, after a couple seconds, he left his room, going back to the living room with Hyunjin, they absolutely needed to end at least that episode of the drama

Meanwhile Chan... Fell asleep pretty soon, with a happy smile and feeling warm inside. Felix really knew how to cheer him up

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HELLO WORLD, I'M NOT DEAD😻

I'm so sorry I haven't post in a lot, I'm grounded so the only way I get to write is at late night when my parents are sleeping😭😭😭

Plus, motivation left me for a while, but here we are😻

Anon that requested this I'm so sorry for making you wait a lot💔

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed the fic :3

#skz tickle #kpop tickle #stray kids tickle #tickle #tickle content #ahhie's blog

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subskz · 7 months

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TFW u have a hand kink but it’s not necessarily just abt big hands… just Felix being a small guy with these cute little hands makes me feel a bit feral sometimes. I want to just grab them with my own hands and look at how his are dwarfed by my long-ass fingers. Like literally all I want in life is a hi-touch experience just so I can put my hand against his and compare how much longer my fingers are.

I mean, I love hands like Chan’s too that are all strong and veiny. Also very hot but in a totally different way.

But with Felix goddammit I just want to baby him and make him feel small (in a good way). I want him to grab my chest and see his hands not being quite big enough to get around my breasts (I’m not even that busty but if his hands are indeed smaller than mine, this statement would be true). I’m just…. 🥵

Tall girl anon

i feel the exact same way hehe i love lix’s lil hands so so much…esp bc of the contrast where his voice is so deep and masculine but he’s got such delicate itty bitty hands and a small frame…it’s similar w lino’s hands too!! they’re so dainty and cute but also very veiny which makes for such an attractive combination ♡_♡ lixie not even being able to grab your chest fully is so hot, can you imagine the adorable awestruck look in his eyes as he gives them a careful squeeze n sees the way his fingers just completely sink in…esp if you had him sitting in ur lap he would feel so small and safe <3 i think he’d get a little obsessed w it

and CHANNIE!!! his hands are unexpectedly pretty small n cute too 😭😭😭 it’s crazy how muscular and veiny and broad he is but when u pay attention his fingers are kinda tiny in comparison…this clip of both of his hands wiggling around in just one of jeongin’s makes me feel more insane than it probably should

#ask #tall girl anon #💌 lixie #💌 channie

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hyunsvngs · 8 months

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okay

so im a sucker for domestic stuff and like i just want to hold their hands yk? like be it cuddling in bed and they intertwine their fingers with yours or just anything..

i need ot8 holding your hand

~~bonus if its not only soft but i dirty side aswell~~

it’s not only soft but also dirty side as well.. i gotchu anonnie

chan: definitely holds your hand while you’re just chilling. probs the type to put his head on your chest and just hold ur hand!!! so cuddly and soft i love soft channie. alternatively.. imagining him eating you out and your hand goes down, looking for something to grab, and channie’s there with his for you to hold on tight:(

minho: our silly kitty. he’s probably nibbling your fingers everytime you try to hold his hand but he secretly loves it!! definitely the type to walk with you down the street (he’s on the outside of the pavement!) with his lil hand in yours :((!!! and and imagine him fucking you doggy with your hands behind your back EXCEPT… he’s holding them, and it’s such a juxtaposition to the dirty stuff he’s saying!!! hand holding during aftercare too:3

changbin: oh god holds your hand constantly. literally constantly. he’d have you in the recording studio with him spitting bars and he’d hold your hand while he’s doing it. one hand shovelling food into his mouth and the other holding yours. u’d be sat on the couch and he’d pull you up with his hand in his so you can sit on his lap instead. he does not care. in terms of nsfw.. would love love love for you to hold his hand while you pegged him, it’s so so comforting for him!!:3

hyunjin: i see him as the type to do it maybe a bit less. he seems really romantic, but in the more sentimental kinda way yk? but i think he’d like to go on cute little dates with you to cafes or libraries and hold your hand the whole time. he’d love if he could grab books off the higher shelves for you in the library :( even if ur tall/taller than him he would not care. he wants to look after u. omg and also… he’s totally the type to hold your hand during slow, passionate sex, sweaty bodies gyrating on eachother and little ‘i love you’s whispered.. oh

jisung: softie. big baby. hold his hand 24/7 and tell him he’s your princess. wants to sit on your lap and have you hold his hand and stroke his hair. screams if you don’t. throws a massive tantrum if you refuse to hold his hand for more than 2 minutes. wants to spoon you and be the little spoon and pull your hand around with his to rest on his tummy. he’s just a baby!! anndddd bonus points if you’ve got him laid over your lap spanking his ass raw with his hands held in yours.. he loves it :3

felix: oh god my mind IMMEDIATELY went to baking dates w lixie n your both in cute little aprons with flour all over em, and he’s holding ur hand while he stirs the batter. turns to you and feeds you a lil spoonful, giggling when it gets all over your mouth. hand holding and kisses ALWAYSSSS. he does NOT CARE WHO SEES!! and and and he’d be the type for soft sex with hand holding too, calling you his princess :(( lixie i need u

seungmin: ok i can see seungmin as more of the arm around the waist kinda guy rather than hand holding. he’d definitely prefer that!! he’d wanna keep you close close, ‘safe’ in his mind. butttt i can also imagine him holding your hand absentmindedly while he scrolls through his phone or watches a film with you, like he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it. for nsfw… i don’t think he’d hold ur hand during sex. he’s mean. he’d hold ur hips down but thats it

jeongin: aww our BABY. he is a big big baby and he wants to be held close despite denying pda from the boys every second. it’s different with you!!! you gotta hold his hand!! and god it’s so big..? your hand would be so small compared to his he’d be doin the lil ‘tiny hand!!’ thing all the time lol!!!! he’s so cute. and and he’d love if you rode him and held his hands to show him where to put them, on your ass or tits or even to touch your clit.. omg

#juno’s asks ♡#sweet baby anon #asks: ot8

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mercurywritesstuff · 3 months

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Chapter 5: Recording

pairing: Chan x fem!reader genre: smau, Forbidden love, Best friends sister trope, Idol x Idol

pov: 1st person texts, 2nd person writing

warnings: Swearing, 1 Seo-yun flirting instance

summary: Chan has a one night stand with a girl he couldn't remember the name of, but he gets the shock of his life when the girl turns out to be his subordinate. Oh, and also she's Felix's older sister.

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(Red names mean I cannot tag you for some reason)

word count: 426 screenshot count: 5 Songs for this chapter: Pov: Your POV Prev . Masterlist. Next

You poked your head into the studio, seeing Chan sitting by himself. You cursed being too early and was about to leave when he spotted you. You cursed to yourself silently, entering and then bowing to your coworker deeply.

He scrambled up, doing the same thing as you did. You two stayed like this for a while, until you had to stand up due to your back starting to hurt.

You two stared at each other for a while before the doorknob started to turn, Yong-Mi sticking her head in with a small smile. "Hello!" She cheered, slipping in while the others, Sang-hee and Seo-yun, skipping into the studio. They dropped onto the studio couch, rolling around on the leather.

Sometimes, you really think they're just 3 year Olds that pay taxes.

"Okay, so," Chan started, getting you four's attention. "Sang-hee, I want you to try and match Han's rap in the pre-chorus and harmonize with him." He started. Sang-hee nodded, standing up and entering the recording booth.

You watched as Chan patiently recorded with your members. They, thankfully, had a quick time and finally it was your turn.

You nervously got up and entered the booth, the three younger members giggling while talking with each other secretly.

"Okay, noona, I want you to try and sing your part in like a, mumble rap part." Chan spoke into the mic, you biting your lip and nodding.

You try, but at the end, your voice cracked. You froze, before starting to smile when you saw your girls start to crack up at your misfortune.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "Again?" Chris asked, a small smile on his face. You nodded, doing little jumps to hype yourself up.

"Unnie!" Sun-hi cheered as you walked into the practice room, bouncing up and down and drying the painted hand. Hyunjin looked up at her with an annoyed expression, tugging her hand to keep her still while he painted the other hand.

"Noona." Han appeared out of nowhere, making you jump. You turned to glare at the younger member for scaring you. His eyes widened and he bowed in apology.

You rolled your eyes, walking over to your brother and sat next to him. Felix saw his opportunity and laid across your lap, eliciting a hum from you.

You yawned, pushing your brother off of you, before sitting on the ground to try and wake you up. The last thing you remembered was the feeling of Felix's hands playing with the hem of the back of your shirt.

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minleeeknow · 4 months

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track two - 'greedy' ft. lee know

‘pairing’ - 이민호 (lee minho) x fem!makeup artist

‘genre’ - fluff, angst, frenemies to lovers??

‘tw’ - angst, breakup, 14+, fluff

‘word count’ - 0.7 k

‘to get tagged’ - pls reply to the taglist post, this post or just ask me

‘lee’s notes’ - lowercase intended, not proofread, yn is korean (its easier for me to write), gidle soyeon!!

pls note, reblog, anything <; 3

‘previous track’ > ‘next track’

‘masterlist’

jun hangs up on you and lets you face the truth. a bitter laugh forms in the back of your throat as you replay his words in your head.

“i’m breaking up with you.” your hands feel cold as you tug the end of your hoodie string.

that’s so ironic, you think to yourself. feeling hurt feels wrong to you, since you were literally just kinda cheating on jun. you shake your head as you enter the boba shop before feeling a vibration in your pocket.

skz & ynnie

lixie: ynnie if ur at the boba shop

seungminnie: she is

yn: yes ill get you taro milk tea ik its ur favorite

lixie: get two lixie: ik its ur fav too

lino: can i have smth too?

yn: fiiiiiiiiine

seungminnie: i spy w my little eye smth that starts with s and ends with n

chan: is it–

yn: NO STFU SEUNGMIN

lino: yes

yn: goodbye.

hyunjin: yn can u stay for dinner when u come back?

you leave hyunjin on read as you order the two taro milk teas and a coffee one for minho otherwise he’ll give you grief when you come back.

when you get back you pretend nothing happened even though what jun said still takes up your mind.

“thank you yn!” felix says, flashing his bright smile. he takes the tea and jabs the straw in quickly. minho somehow appears next to you and takes his.

“thanks,” he says, barely audible. he brushes his fingers against your hand and you unwillingly flinch. “hey, you okay?” lee know’s soft tone surprises you.

“i’m fine,” you force, rolling your eyes. seungmin frowns. “are you sure?”

you raise your eyebrows at seungmin. “you’re being suspiciously nice, seungmin.” he shrugs. you groan as all of stray kids appear, their faces worried.

“all right fine. jun broke up with me.”

they all gasp and you don’t see minho’s small smile as his hand skims over your hips. “WHAT,” hyunjin says loudly. “i’m going to–”

“let’s prank him,” seungmin comments mischievously. “you’re not going to do ANYTHING,” you announce sharply as you take a sip of your taro tea. “ugh, i’ll tell you at dinner. soyeon gets to know first,” you say giving them a knowing glance.

“ok i got to go, catch up later?” minho grabs your hand before you leave. “text me so i can take you,” he whispers into your ear. “please yn.” you nod slowly. “okay minho.”

lino: at ur door

the doorbell rings exactly at that moment and you feel your cheeks flush as soyeon winks at you. “let me know how it goes,” she grins. you roll your eyes as you open the door.

“hi.”

“hey.” lee know stares at you, his eyes going up and down your body. your hand stays awkwardly glued to the door as you and minho compete in a staring contest.

“minho, bring yn back in one piece, okay?” soyeon calls, breaking the silence between you two. minho smirks. “got it, soyeon,” he replies as you take his hand and step out.

“are you okay yn?” minho asks as soon as you’re out of the house. “i’m fine, why are you so worried?” you deflect the question, avoiding his eyes. he grabs your chin and makes you look up at him.

“i just want to make sure you’re okay and not like, i don’t know, devastatedly heartbroken or something,” minho responds sharply.

“no, i’m most definitely heartbroken and sobbing inside that’s why i’m going out with you,” you retort sarcastically as lee know starts driving. he sighs. “i’m fine, you know that right?”

“yes,” he says finally. you fall silent for a minute before saying, “aren’t you supposed to be happy i don’t have a boyfriend anymore?”

minho hums the notes of megaverse before replying, “i don’t know, am i?”

“lee minho.” he laughs. “okay fine, i am. a little.” you raise your eyebrows until he admits, “fine i was lying. yes. a lot.”

“i really like you, yn.” you look away and out the window. his fingers stroke yours and you can’t pull away.

“i don’t know, minho.”

“i’ll wait.”

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What You Deserve: Part 2

This is part 2 of a three part series, please be sure to start from part one!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Pairing: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Fem Reader

Themes: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: All parts are ~67k | AO3

Warnings: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, mentions of non-con, PTSD, Anxiety, Alcohol, Cussing, Come Eating, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Loss of Virginity, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, References to Drugs, Drug Dealing, Alternate Universe - College/University, Eating Disorders, Childhood Trauma, Vaginal Sex, Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex

Summary: After unfortunate circumstances, you pack up and move to Korea with your best friend Bang Chan to attend college. After falling into Chan's group of friends he had established, you find yourself getting a little too close to the mild tempered and snarky Lee Minho.

Author's Note: I am probably spoiling the whole story with the warnings, but I like to be safe. I originally was only on AO3, but I wanted to link platforms with Tumblr and Twitter too. Hope you enjoy!

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Part Two: Discoveries

“Is everything okay with you and Channie-hyung?” You whipped your head around at Felix. You were currently sitting in the passenger seat of his beat up old Toyota Corolla. Chan had left before everyone else to help set up so Felix had offered to drive you to Seungmin’s for the party.

“Of course Lix, why do you ask?” You tried to not actively show how pissed off you were, but you suppose your other flatmate had picked up on the cold atmosphere between you and your best friend.

“It’s just… I don’t know, you two are usually laughing and talking twenty-four-seven and I feel like you two are intentionally avoiding each other now…” You looked at the sweet boy’s face and he seemed genuinely concerned. The boy’s got a goddamn heart of gold.

You breathed a deep sigh and looked forward to the road again. “Yeah, everything will be fine, Lix. We just… we got in a stupid ass fight and I don’t think either of us are ready to hash it out just yet.”

“Oh…” He sounded disappointed as he nodded his head in understanding. “Well, I’m sure you two will work things out fairly quickly! I’ve never seen a pair of friends quite as close as you two are, maybe Minho and Jisung, but none other!” Ugh. Why did he have to bring up Minho? It’s not as if your airhead mind wasn’t already being plagued by the man constantly. The LAST thing you needed was to add fuel to the fire. The fire that may or may not have been burning in your pants. Constantly.

“Thanks, Lixie. That’s sweet of you to say.” You raised your hand and gave him a small pat on his shaggy blonde head as he answered with a squinty smile.

The two of you rolled up and you braced yourself to face Chan as Felix knocked on the expensive apartment building’s door. You two heard a loud ‘COME IN!’ from none other than the ever-yelling Seo Changbin and the two of you tentatively stepped inside.

You stepped out of your shoes in the fancy entryway and rounded the corner on the right to fully enter the apartment. “TA-DAAA!” You stopped in your tracks as soon as you were faced with Jisung and Minho with their arms spread out in presentation of their surprise. And, boy, was it one HELL of a surprise.

Both of them were sporting brand new silky, midnight blueish-black hair. DAMN THOSE TWO FOR WRECKING YOUR HEART! You felt your stomach fall out of your ass and you were cursing them in all languages under the sun. “Holy SHIT.” You didn’t even give two flying fucks that you let that one slip.

“You like it?” Jisung was lightly bouncing, making his fresh new hair floof out in the process. He looked exponentially hopeful of your approval and looked stupid adorable with his cheeky smile.

“Fuck yeah I do!” You walked up to the two boys who smiled at you in suspension of your words. “Damn, you two are looking FINE AS HELL!” You shamelessly brought each of your hands up to their heads to run through their silky locks, to which they allowed with pleasure.

“Good, ‘cause I’d hate to have to redo it if you didn’t.” Minho winked at you and you silently kicked yourself for your dumbass swooning. You had desperately tried to avoid eye contact, but how could you when he looked like a whole fucking SNACK? With his stupid new hair color with his stupid black ripped jeans that hug his stupidly thick thighs deliciously and his stupid plain black t-shirt that would look boring on literally anyone but him, topping it off with that stupid fucking leather jacket that fits him perfectly.

“Psh, I highly doubt my opinion would convince you to go through another color treatment.”

“True, but it’s the thought that counts.” Cheeky bastard.

“Wait, is this why you skipped class?” You wouldn’t put it past him, he’s a fucking god at dancing so he can afford to miss a class or two.

He shrugged. “The world may never know.” He gave another breathtaking wink and you fumed at the damned tease.

You couldn’t help but glance over at Chan who was staring daggers at your interaction with the boys from his position next to Seungmin in the kitchen. You knew it was petty, it really was, but you couldn’t help it. You turned to stand in between the boys and looped your arms through each of theirs tightly. “C’mon, my two favorite blueberries, let’s get trashed!”

- - - - - - - - - -

Everyone sat in a circle around the large coffee table in the living room with their various drinks of liquor, cocktails, beer, et cetera. Chan was on the opposite side from where you were on the couch sandwiched between Jisung and Minho.

“Why can’t I be blueberry number one?” Said a very disgruntled Lee Minho from your left.

“Because she obviously likes me more!” Jisung said from your right, leaning over you to poke his tongue out at his best friend.

You chuckled at the quokka. “It’s because his cute little cheekies are so round and cute like a blueberry. I just want to grab him and squish them!” You took his alcohol flushed face in your hands by his cheeks and smooshed them accordingly, to which he promptly decided to close his eyes and pucker his lips out as you laughed at him.

“Yah! Back off, Han Jisung!” Minho shoved Jisung away from you as the quokka giggled. You felt your ears heat up as you imagined it to be over possessiveness of you. Even though it was stupid... No, IT IS stupid. End of story.

“What? It’s not as if she’s taken hyuuuung.” Jisung taunted his fellow blueberry, who just glowered right back at him.

“No, it’s because she’s just like one of us. One of the guys. Stop harassing her, Hanji.” Chan spoke up from across the table with a dead serious glare. You heard the laughter beside you go quiet and you could feel your anger rise again.

You threw your arm around Jisung’s shoulder. “Cool it, Chan. It’s all for shits and giggles, right Ji?” You could feel Jisung tense under Chan’s menacing eyes.

“Heh, yeah, just all for fun hyung…” He chuckled nervously and you reclaimed your arm from his warmth.

Everyone in the room went silent as you and Chan were having a damned Mexican stand off in the middle of the living room. You abruptly decided to chug your double bourbon and coke in one go and stood rigidly. “Whatever, I’m getting more to drink.”

Once you were in the privacy of the kitchen, you could hear low mumbling coming from the other room. Damnit, Chan! Why are you being like this? I mean... you, yourself, weren’t necessarily helping the situation, but it’s not as if you were intentionally dragging the rest of the group into it!

You refilled the glass of melted ice and you stiffened as you heard footsteps approach from behind you. “Hey…” You physically relaxed. You turned around and presented your most convincing smile to Seungmin.

“Hey, sorry about all of that. Oh! I forgot to tell you congrats buddy! I really like your new place, you must be loaded as hell. How much do you pay for this shit?” He looked utterly unconvinced.

“I appreciate your interest, but you know that’s not what I want to talk about right now.”

You sighed and hung your head. “I know I know, sorry Seungmin. I know we shouldn’t bring our drama into your party… I’m willing to ignore our petty quarrel for tonight if he is, but I really don’t think this is something he and I can solve in just one night.”

He nodded in understanding. “Okay Kiyomi, I appreciate it. I’ll talk to Chan-hyung too. Don’t be too long, okay?”

“Kay…” You gave him a meek grin as he exited the room again, exhaling in defeat once he was gone. Why tonight, of all nights, is it when we fight like this? It’s not like you two were strangers to disagreements and petty tiffs, even so, they were very few and far between so when they happened, it felt ten times worse.

Just as you finished making your drink, you turned to go back to the living room. However, lo and behold, the bane of your existence, Lee Minho crashed right into you as you rounded the corner. Bourbon and coke drenched the both of you, on display for everyone to see, the darkened drink fully soaked through your white t-shirt. You looked down in horror as your bra became more and more visible through the dampening cloth. Lord, kill me now.

“Aw fuck, Kiyomi, I’m so sorry! Are y–” You flushed in embarrassment as you saw Minho look down at your current situation and you threw your arms over your chest to cover yourself. Minho was quick to turn and face away, but he didn’t cut and run like you had expected. Instead, he slightly spread his arms, fanning out his leather jacket and stepping to the side so that you were out of view from the group. “Where’s your overnight bag?” He said over his shoulder.

“By the front door…” You squeaked out from your mortified state of being.

“Walk behind me over to the guest room and you can shower in the ensuite and change clothes. I’ll leave your bag just inside the door.” He said it to you, but loud enough so everyone would know to piss off and keep it velvet.

“I’ll clean up!” Jeongin jumped up on his feet and you handed the empty glass to Minho for him to pass on to the maknae. The two of you shimmied over and you muttered a small ‘thank you’ as you closed the door behind you. You melted on the other side of the door and buried your face in your hands. You were reminded that, yes, you’re just like one of the guys, however you ARE still a female. Some things you just can’t mutually brush off. You weren’t exactly proud of your lithe body and now the whole group got a good glimpse of it along with your undergarments.

You groaned in frustration as you stomped off to the shower.

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Your heart swelled with warmth as you stepped back into the room - your towel wrapped firmly around you - and saw your bag right where Minho said he would put it. It also appeared that he had closed the door and locked it behind him for good measure. He had always been attractive to you, but the act of respect he showed you earlier made him all the more desirable. You were SO far beyond suppressing your fucked up affection for this man.

You shimmied into your mint colored silk pajamas, A cute, collared button-up with matching shorts that actually complimented your slim figure. Not to make an impression or anything. Definitely not… You took a deep breath and mentally convinced yourself to not be awkward when you returned to the party.

As you opened the door, you were relieved to see all of the boys chatting amongst themselves. Changbin and Minho were yelling at each other and being rowdy like usual. You reclaimed your seat in between the blueberries and Felix cooed at you. “Aww your pj’s are so cute, Kiyomi! I’m jelly!”

“Well Chan bought them so go ahead and thank him.” You offered a small smile to your bestie and you felt a bit of weight lift from your shoulders as he returned it. You lightly shoved Minho’s elbow, pulling him from his zoned out state that was focused on your silk nightwear. You mentally patted yourself on the back. “Yah! You’re the one who wasted my drink, go get me a new one!”

He gaped at you in mock offense. “As you command your highness!” You smiled at him with triumphant smugness as he stood from his seat to play bartender.

“Okay!” Seungmin stood up in front of the group. “Before everyone gets shitfaced, we need to go over sleeping arrangements. There are three bedrooms, all with California kings so we can fit three on each, we just need to figure out who’s sleeping with who.”

Chan looked at you warily. “Are you sure it’s a good idea for Kiyomi to sleep with two of us?” Minho returned and silently passed your mixed drink to you which you accepted with an exaggerated bow.

“What’s the big deal, Chan? You and I would sleep together most nights when I stayed at your place growing up. Or would you rather me sleep on the couch?” You knew that would strike a nerve, but you needed to make your point clear.

“No–” Minho and Chan eerily said in tandem, making them awkwardly glance at one another.

Chan added, “Absolutely not.”

“You're not sleeping on any damn couch.” Minho’s face was stern and it got you super heated to see him be so serious. The group looked confused at their outburst.

You looped your arms around the two boys on each side of you. “If that's the case, I’ll just cuddle up with my adorable blueberries!” You swiveled your head back and forth like an oscillating fan at the two and watched as they both suppressed their endeared smiles. And you may or may not have minded the idea snuggling up to Minho in the sheets…

“Fine, do whatever you want…” Chan crossed his arms and sighed. At least he was backing off a bit. Maybe?

“We’ve decided to play ring of fire like old times, I’ve already translated and explained the rules to everyone. You cool with that?” Chan sounded surprisingly calm in contrast to his earlier demeanor. You’re grateful that he is trying to be civil for the party. Even if you know you two will be at each other’s throats when you return home.

“Hell yeah I’m cool with that! I feel like I’m back in high school, hiding out in your parent’s shed.” Chan huffed a suppressed chuckle.

"Yeah, and I had to nurse your wasted ass back to consciousness." A wide smile spread across your face at the memory. You were abruptly startled as Minho grabbed the drink you’re sipping on and took a swig of it for himself.

“What a rebellious little mouse. I never would have guessed.” You scoffed at him and snatched the iced beverage back from his hands.

“Well there’s a lot of things you don’t know, kitty cat.” That’s the understatement of the century. You petulantly poked your tongue out and he returned it in kind. Bad idea, I don’t need to see his tongue right now. What is wrong with my BRAIN?!

“Yah! Let’s get this show on the road, everyone!” Changbin fucking screamed from his place on the other side of Minho. Everyone covered their ears instinctively, Hyunjin - the drama queen - writhed around as if he was bleeding out.

“Hyuuuung, I’m right next to you! For the love of god, shut the fuck up!” Jeongin collapsed against Chan on his left with his fingers in his ear sockets. Minho joined the yelling with a ‘yah!’ of his own, making you crash into Jisung in an attempt to escape the noise, earning a laugh from the quokka.

Once Chan and Felix situated the game together and plopped a large beer can in the center, the boys were itching to begin. And to be honest, you were too, many fun times flooded your memory as you peered down at the game, filling your brain with pure bitter-sweet nostalgia.

Several rounds passed and you ended up being picked as Jisung’s ‘mate’ when he drew an 8, making you have to join him every time he was forced to take a drink. Which was a SHIT TON apparently with how horrible he was at this game. People had several varieties of drinks in their hands so the ‘pot’ on the side of the ring was filled with an absolutely repulsive concoction by the time the fourth King was drawn by none other than the little baby bread. He swore to the heavens that he would never play this game again as he gagged copiously.

With each Jack that was drawn came worse and worse rules. First, everyone simply had to say something nice to the person on their left any time they had to drink - courtesy of sweet Felix.

Jisung drank a lot so you were basically showered with exaggerated compliments. However this meant you also had to drink, showering Minho with little sassy remarks like ‘I guess you are tolerable’ and ‘you dance pretty good for a man with acrimony tendencies’. He was constantly sour back at you but you could tell it was all in good fun. You quite enjoyed playing with him. Uhm... well maybe not like that... Even though you wouldn't exactly mind that either... Oh god, don’t be dirty minded stupid brain.

Second Jack was to completely speak in third person, if you didn’t you had to take a straight shot of Jäger. A few got caught on that one, but not as many as you had expected.

Thirdly, nasty ass Minho decided you needed to literally lick the bottom of Jisung’s foot if you didn’t end every one of your sentences with ‘I am Minho’s bitch’. And, let me tell you, everyone avoided that penalty like the damn plague. Much to Minho’s dismay, everyone escaped that fate.

And lastly, the final Jack to be drawn landed in the almighty Hwang Hyunjin’s greedy hands. Everyone hunkered in suspense as he conjured up the final rule with an evil grin.

“Okay I’m ready!” He sat up straight with pride written across his angelic face. “Any time you cuss…” You can already predict everyone to fail. “…you have to kiss the person on your right. With. Tongue.”

Jaws dropped across the room. “Damn, babe. You’re ruthless.” Felix said with a hungry smile from Hyunjin’s left.

“And you love me for it. Now pay up.”

“Hell yeah I do.” Felix harshly grabbed his boyfriend’s face and smashed their mouths together in a passionate kiss. The room was equally filled with either cooing at the couple or sounds of disgust. “You do realize that Ji is probably going to have to swap spit with me, right?” Felix realized this as he pulled away.

Hyunjin just shrugged his shoulders. “Collateral damage I guess.”

“Hyunjin, you’re the devil incarnate. You know the majority of us curse like sailors.” Hyunlix just cackled at the Chan’s devastated reaction.

Meanwhile, you were legitimately having an internal melt down due to the fact that, against all odds, you could end up not only making out with one, but both of your blueberry boys. If Minho cusses, you might as well die on the spot.

“Piglet, if you mutter a single goddamned word, I will throw you in a legitimate meat grinder.” Minho was seething at Changbin sitting on his left who looked like his soul just evacuated from his body. He nodded in compliance without another word.

The game moved on and the air was thick with tension, most everyone had resorted to silence, save for Felix who just wanted to suck Hyunjin’s face off.

When Jisung failed the category game again, you groaned in frustration at having to take another drink with your ‘mate’. “Ughhh, what the actual fuck Jisung?! I swear, you're doing it on purpose just to spite me!” Everyone gasped and gawked at you. Your peculiar expression portrayed your pure confusion to the men. What the hell happened? Oh… Ohhh fuck.

Your eyes were as wide as saucers as you stared down at your lap in disbelief. You refused to make eye contact with both Minho nor Chan as you turned to face Jisung’s cheeky grin.

“Hyunjin, I would like to worship you for this glorious moment in my lifetime. I have truly been blessed.” He bowed to the tall man as deep as he could manage in his seated position to which the action was returned. When he turned back to you he gave you a soft look.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ve been told I’m an excellent kisser.” You saw his eyes float down to your lips eagerly. It’s not like you hated the idea of kissing Jisung, he was incredibly handsome and his lips definitely looked kissable as fuck, but he was just the cute little quokka you have come to know and love. Your mouth craved a different set of lips...

“Jisung…” You were flabbergasted as Minho and Chan spoke up at the same time again, both with same murderous expressions. You at least knew why Chan was being an ass, but Minho? It was beyond puzzling as to what was going on in his mind. Don’t even think about it…

“Oh come on you two, stop babying her! It’s just a game!” Seungmin was obviously thoroughly enjoying the show from his spot between Hyunjin and Chan.

You chuckled, a little more relaxed from the puppy’s lightheartedness. “Okay you feisty quokka, get over here…” He was already sitting fairly close to you, but he scootched closer nonetheless. It’s just a kiss, no need to make it weird, right?

You made the first move as you placed your palms on his chubby cheeks and pulled him in close. You felt his hands respectfully gently rest high up on your waist as your lips lightly touched.

“We need to see tongue, you scaredy cats!” Right. That. You initiated the task - reminded by a fairly tipsy Jeongin - by slipping your tongue out to meet his.

He wasn’t lying when he said he was a good kisser. Not too slobbery and not too stiff, a proper, sensual kiss. If this were... someone else... you would want to kiss them for days on end. The only problem was the fact that there were no sparks. No stirring feeling in your gut that indicated you really wanted it. Nothing like your most recent kiss…

You felt a broad hand wrap around your forearm as you were being yanked backward. “Okay! That’s enough! We get it! Task done. Move on.” Minho announced a bit too loudly as he released his vice grip on your arm.

“I am officially the luckiest man in the room!” You laughed at Jisung's proclamation when his hands lifted in the air. You couldn’t help but glance in Minho’s direction as Jisung reiterated his happiness. He was glowering down at you with fire and hunger in his eyes like you had never seen before and you felt heat zap up your spine and reddening your face. Welcome back butterflies.

“I beg to fucking differ!” You watched as Felix dived on top of Hyunjin to execute his ‘penalty’.

You heard Changbin clear his throat. “Well then… that was hot as h—“ you heard him pause and shrink away from Minho in terror as he caught his own curse. “-hhhhades! Y-yeah. Hades. *Ahem*” You could almost visibly see him mentally seal off his speech from then on.

“Are we going to continue the game or not?” Chan was visibly fuming, glaring daggers across the table as Jisung feared for his life.

“Cut it out Daddy Bang Chan, it’s just a game.” Felix rolled his eyes and took his turn.

As the game went on, of course Jisung ended up cussing. Everyone hollered as Jisung and Felix got down to business, except for of course Hyunjin who just grimaced and turned away.

“You asked for it, hyung!” Jeongin pointed out to the disgruntled ferret, already sloshed from the nasty concoction earlier.

The tab on the beer can in the middle of the circle got progressively closer to popping the seal as the previously drawn cards filled the space underneath where everyone had slipped them to fit. Everyone held their breaths as the next person after the next entered their card carefully, praying they wouldn’t hear the telling *tsss* that indicated the seal had been broken.

Minho tactfully drew from the circle, making sure not to break the ring of cards. “Four is for whores! Drink up, whore!” An extremely wasted Felix pointed at you from the other side of Jisung. You loopily giggled as you gulped down the fifth glass of your watered down alcohol from the ice that has melted. You had an extreme lack of judgment as you leaned your dizzy body to rest against Minho’s shoulder. You immediately noticed how he tensed up.

“Fuck it.” Your brain glitched over Minho's cursed words and you peered out at the group of bewildered faces. Minho then decided to unceremoniously shove his card under the tab of the can - with no small amount of force - and promptly popped the seal, indicating the end of the game.

Your mind was in overdrive as you watched him fulfill his duty of chugging the whole can in one go and crunching the empty aluminum container once it was empty. Without warning, his warm hands cupped the sides of your jaw and angled your head up to meet his.

Your body was on fire. His eyes were ravenous and you could feel yourself drown in them as he pulled you closer, lungs refusing to cooperate. When his lips touched yours, everyone in the room disappeared, leaving only the two of you sitting blissfully in the universe. Your lips intertwined freely and your tongues explored each other’s mouths.

He tasted like shitty beer and liquor, but you had never tasted anything more addicting. You could feel your fingers involuntarily glide through his dark locks of silky hair and his thumbs caress where they were placed on your cheeks. Holy fucking hell please don’t let this be a dream.

Your euphoria was abruptly stolen from your grasp as you felt the warm hands and lips leave your skin hastily. Your drunken mind made you want to cry from the loss.

When you opened your droopy eyes, you jolted to your feet - making you stumble gloriously - when you saw that Chan had yanked Minho away and was holding him up by his shirt collar. “What the FUCK, Minho?! The game was over! You didn’t have to force yourself on her like that you piece of shit!” Minho’s face was completely devoid of emotion as his friend cursed at him.

“CHAN!” With all of your intoxicated might, you shoved your best friend away from Minho. “He didn’t force shit on me and you know it!”

The rest of the room had also jumped to their feet and were ready to intervene if things got ugly. “Hyung, it was just a part of the game…” The sweet maknae tried to insert a voice of reason.

“In his defense, Chan-hyung, he technically broke the rule before the game was officially over.” Jisung hid behind Changbin as he tried to protect his best friend.

You and Chan glared daggers at each other while the room fell silent. “Whatever, Y/N. You don’t want me to care anymore? Fine. Here’s me not giving a damn.” With that, Chan stormed out of the room and shrugged on his coat, slamming the front door behind him as he left the apartment. He barely ever uses your given name.

You don’t know when it had happened, but tears were cascading down your face in buckets. You hid your face in your hands to shield your ugly-ass crying face from your friends.

You felt the warm arms of the man at your back wrap around your front in a tight hug. “I’m s-so *hiccup* sorry Min…” You refused to reveal your face from your safe space in your palms as you choked on your sobs.

“Shhh, it’s okay, I’m not hurt. It’s my own dumbass fault anyway.” He chuckled. You know he was just trying to cheer you up, but it just made you sob more.

You could hear shuffling throughout the room and you could feel another pair of arms wrap around you. You were almost positive that it was Felix from the lithe frame of the body. Then you felt another, then another. You were afraid to look up and see just how many of your friends were trying to comfort you.

“You know he’s just trying to protect you, noona. You know that right?” You weakly nodded your head and assumed Seungmin could see it from wherever he was at.

Once you felt the sobs that were wrecking your body subside, you lifted your head from your hands and saw all seven of the boys crowding around you. You were exponentially emotional from the situation and you felt extremely undeserving. Chan was the reason you were here with them. Hell, Chan was the reason you were even still alive, really.

“I need to make this right…” You started stumbling towards the door.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Changbin had a hold on your wrist. “It’s the middle of the night and your fucking plastered, NO WAY are we going to let you go chase him around when it’s dark out and you’re as boiled as an owl!” He pulled you back to the group as Jisung and Minho bracketed you on each side and threw their arms over your shoulders.

“Let’s get to bed, Kiyomi. You can talk to Channie-hyung in the morning.” Jisung smiled at you brightly and you returned it with a weak grin.

“Okay…” You took one last look at the front door and worried about your best friend. He had been drinking too...

After everyone bid good night to each other, you quickly texted Chan.

Kiyomi😈:

Let me know when u get home, kay?

We can talk in the morning but I really do love u Channie…

G’night pup.

You tense in anticipation when you receive a text almost immediately after.

Channie🐺:

I’m home

It takes a minute longer but then you see another message appear.

Channie🐺:

I love u too, sis…

Get some sleep, sweet dreams

You could almost cry in relief when you felt that your relationship wasn’t completely in shambles. How could it be? You two were family. Always would be.

The three of you crashed onto the California king bed together in the room with the ensuite. Jisung on your right side and Minho on your left. It felt weird, almost wrong , to be laying in bed with two incredibly attractive men. But to you, they weren’t really labeled strictly as the opposite sex, they were so much more to you.

The two boys hugged you on each side, squishing you into a sandwich and squeezed a strangled giggle out of your mouth. When they relaxed their grip, you couldn’t control the words that fell out of your gob. The phrase being all-too-common coming from your mouth. “I don’t deserve you guys…”

“Stop saying nonsense.” Minho cupped his hand over your mouth while Jisung tickled your sides.

“Ack! Okay! Okay!” You cackled at the feeling. You brought your hands up to rest on both of the arms that were wrapped around your tummy and you sighed in content as you closed your eyes.

- - - - - - - - - -

You slowly regained consciousness as you felt a rustling in the bed next to you. As you turned your head, you saw the warmth of Minho leave the bundle of blankets that incased the three of you. Just as he was about to leave, your arm moved on its own to grab onto his wrist.

“Please don’t leave…” Your half asleep slur made him smile and sit back down.

He patted your head that most likely looked like a rat’s nest. “I’m not, little mouse, don’t worry. I’m just going to get some water.” His words were hardly above a whisper.

“Oh…” You reluctantly released his wrist and he briefly rested his hand on the back of yours. “...well…I want some too, then.”

“As you wish. I’ll be right back.” Not even a witty quip back?

It took a couple minutes, but he eventually creeped back in the room quietly, not wanting to disturb the sleeping quokka. The water was nice and cold and soothed the stinging acid left behind by the liquor. He crawled back in bed next to you as you sipped on the refreshing liquid. When you handed it back to him, he took a few large gulps for himself and sat the glass down on the nightstand.

The two of you naturally faced each other with Jisung at your back. You and Minho laid there and stared into each other’s sparkling eyes. For some reason it didn’t feel awkward. It felt sweet and intimate as if unspoken words were lingering in the air between the two of you.

Your mind wandered back to when he broke the rule in the game. It was beyond obvious to everyone of the risks and tension of the penalty. ‘Fuck it.’ Fuck it, he said. There’s no way that was an accident. Well, you know what, you agreed with him. Fuck it, there was no point in holding back now.

Faster than you intended, you scooted closer to him in bed and grabbed his head with both hands, fingers running through his silky hair yet again. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to get over his beautiful mane. No matter what color. Your eyes moved from his blown out eyes down to his plush lips. The expression on his face was equal parts of surprise and anticipation.

This moment. This is what you’d been longing for. You pressed your lips to his and he eagerly returned the kiss, snaking his arm underneath you so he could wrap both hands securely around your waist. The kiss stayed slow and controlled, the both of you simply enjoying the relief of each other’s touch. Fucking finally.

You were only mildly aware of the sleeping quokka behind you, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Right then, it was only you and Minho, and he was way more intoxicating than anything you had drank that night.

There was a growing ball of heat that consumed your core and you felt like it was best to break the kiss before you lost all sense of proper judgement. You backed away with one last chaste kiss and stared into his eyes once more, heavy breathing emitting from both of your chests. You couldn’t control the huge smile that made your cheeks ache in a happiness that spread across your face.

He returned it in kind. “I kind of like you, little mouse. I think I’ll keep you.” You scoffed at his whispered words, but the annoyance wasn’t able to reach your face as the smile still consumed the space.

“Wow, what a smooth talker. Oh how it makes me swoon.” He chuckled and it seemed - no matter how hard he tried to suppress it - he couldn’t shake his own smile either. You watched his face get nearer and saw as his vision focus on your lips. You prepared for another heavenly kiss, but you suddenly felt yourself being pulled away.

Jisung had apparently rolled over and decided he wanted to cuddle in his sleep. His arm was pulling you in by your waist and his face was buried in the crook of your neck, lightly snoring like a baby pug. You and Minho shared a perplexed expression and when your eyes met, the two of you bursted out in giggles that wrecked your bodies.

The whole bed was shaking from the both of your guys’ hysteria. It was a damn miracle that Jisung didn’t wake up. That boy slept like the dead.

After several moments of smiles and light pecks, you and Minho fell back asleep with fingers intertwined.

- - - - - - - - - -

Boop.

Boop. Boop.

You wrinkled your nose in irritation.

Boop.

You groaned at the pokes you felt across your face, disturbing your sweet dreamland of pancakes and bacon. You could almost smell the delicious scent from the vivid images your mind had conjured up.

Boop.

“Kiyooomi… wakey-wakey…” You smiled at the warm, deep voice of Felix on the other side of your slumbering eyelids. Without much thought behind it, you reached out to the void in front of you until your hands found the small arms of the boy and you pulled him down for suffocating cuddles. “Haha! Kiyomi, you faker!”

He wrapped his arms around you to return the embrace. “Ten more minutes, Lixie. I feel like I just woke up from my deathbed.” You snuggled into his chest and felt the dark clouds return to your consciousness.

“GOOOOD MORNING, SUNSHINES!” Your eyes flew open to the sight of a flying quokka landing a full lunge onto yours and Felix’s balled up forms. You groaned loudly as he joined in the cuddle party. “Wake up lady! Changbin-hyung and Minho-hyung are making breakfast for our sorry, hungover asses.”

You quickly sat up and realized that that smell wasn’t from your dream as your body floated on its own to follow the delicious scent. “Holy fuck. Why didn’t you say so Lix? I’m starving.”

The small blonde shrugged and followed you out. “I was enjoying the cuddles.”

You could feel the smile overflow your face as you stepped into the kitchen and saw the two boys hard at work. Just like your dream had envisioned, a fluffy stack of pancakes and a simmering pile of bacon made their appearances to the side of the work space. You squeezed in between the two men that were diligently working together by the stove and threw your arms over both of them.

“You guys are my goddamn guardian angels. I thought I was going to die.”

“That's a shame. If you died, we could have had sausage and bacon.” You shoved Minho’s chuckling frame to the side.

“I take it back. You–” You pointed at Minho. “-asshole, are a whole damn slice of devil’s food cake.” You shot an exaggerated set of piercing eyes in his direction.

“Is that so? How do I taste?” The man looked like a predator stalking his prey as he scooted back over close to you. You felt your whole face light up in flames and butterflies stir in your gut as you stepped away from his tempting smile. You taste how a motherfucking dose of black tar heroin does to a drug addict. You moved to the other side of Changbin, out of sight from your personal demon.

“Can you two stop dicking around? You’re going to mess up the perfection of my flapjacks.” Changbin whined with an over-concentrated look on his face as he poured another circular form on the skillet.

“Hyung, let’s be real, it was ruined as soon as you took over the task.” Felix said from his spot by the sink, washing his hands.

“Yah! Do you not want any Yongbokkie?!”

“Sorry Binnie-hyung! Love yooou!” Felix hugged Changbin around the neck briefly and you followed the ball of sunshine to help as he scurried away to set the table.

- - - - - - - - - -

“Lix, don’t worry about driving me back home. I’m going to get a head start so I can talk to Channie, okay?” You had finished your breakfast - barely making a dent before you felt like you were going to burst - and were walking out of the kitchen after you cleaned your dishes. You didn’t eat an extraordinary amount, but you felt more full than you had in weeks. To say the least, Minho was not happy with the amount of leftovers you slid off onto Changbin’s plate.

You informed the other of your plan when you passed the Aussie in the dining room as you headed back to the room to collect your things. “You sure?” His words were muffled with the amount of food stuffed in his freckled cheeks and you nodded with a confident smile on your face.

“I’ll help you get your things together.” Minho stood from the table and followed close behind you as you stepped into the room.

Once you were safely inside, you froze in your tracks when you heard Minho shut the door behind him. You slowly turned around to face him with an apprehensive expression, heart thumping in your chest as you waited for his next move. But as you looked at his face - where you had expected to find amorous fires emitting from his eyes with a confidence that only Lee Minho could exude - instead, there was a somewhat insecure longing. You had never seen such a look on him, but damn him to hell for looking so freaking beautiful no matter what expression he held.

“Y/N…” He took a hesitant step towards you. “You know that I like you… right?”

You had never seen him so unsure of himself. He always held a confident and intimidating attitude that melted you to the spot, so this reaction was quite startling. You wanted to take away anything that could possibly make him feel anything less than the force of nature he was.

You smirked up at him to stride over to where he was standing, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Unless you kiss everyone like that, I would say I’ve had an inkling.” You could feel him physically relax under your touch and finally felt his muscular hands slither around your waist.

“I wouldn’t necessarily say quite like that, but my cats definitely get plenty of my smooches.” His wink and blinding smile had returned to his face and you could feel it carry over to your own. You felt magnetized to him as your arms subconsciously pulled him down for a reassuring kiss. It sure as hell felt real now. Now that neither of you were drunk or half asleep, the both of you moved like it had always been that way.

The arms that wrapped around you made you feel even tinier than you already were with the way they almost doubled over around you. The warm pressure of his lips made you sigh in pleasure and you found yourself reaching up on the points of your toes to get closer to him. The tongue that snaked out to meet with yours tasted like butter and maple syrup and you drank in the pure bliss the taste brought to you.

You lightly gasped as he pulled your body flush to his and you felt your skin set aflame when his fingers glided up and down your back through the thin material of your top. The skin on the back of his neck felt like lava and you skimmed your fingers underneath the collar to try and feel of more of the satin flesh. You were visibly keening when you felt his fingers find the bottom hem of your silk shirt to do the same.

“Hyung, can you help me w–” You almost screamed when you heard none other than Han Jisung step into the room, but your voice couldn’t express more than a squeak. Minho looked indubitably pissed when you jumped backwards and he whipped around menacingly to face his best friend.

Jisung quickly stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “Ji, wait, it wasn’t w–”

“Well well well! It’s about damn time you made a fucking move, hyung!” Jisung crossed his arms and rolled his eyes at Minho while your brain short circuited. “I was prepared to tell her MYSELF if you kept your gob shut any longer.”

You stared at the pair, completely lost. “W-what?” You looked at Minho expectantly.

He meekly turned back to you as he scratched the back of his neck. “I may have *ahem* mentioned once or twice that I kind of have a thing for you…” He chuckled nervously. So… this wasn’t a new thing for him? He’s had these feelings for a while now? Holy shit…

“He only told me, though. I’m pretty sure everyone else is completely oblivious. Even though I'm not sure how they could be when he looks at you the way he does.” Blueberry #1 just stood there with a smug look on his face when Minho turned his attention back to him.

The feline took a step toward the quokka with malice. “YEAH, which is why that bullshit you pulled last night with your filthy lips was NOT FUNNY.”

Jisung put his hands up in defense. “Hey, I’m not the one that cussed, she was! Besides, how else was I going to pressure you to get the fuck on with it?”

You stood flabbergasted as you watched the boys bicker. Minho rolled his eyes. “Well you definitely seemed a bit overeager to get your hands on her…” You had then decided that Minho's pouting was now one of your favorite things to witness.

“Can you blame me though? I haven’t gotten any action in AGES and she’s actually a fucking goddess with those lips!” Jisung threw you a sly wink, making you blush furiously.

Blueberry #2 came back to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. “Yeah, I know. So get your own, Sungie! And give us some goddamn privacy while you’re at it.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He traipsed over to the door and started to step out before turning back. “But, Kiyomi, if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.” He flashed yet another crooked grin and winked at you once more.

You couldn’t help but giggle when Minho threw a pillow directly at Jisung’s face, the latter closing the door before it could meet its mark. You heard the fading sound of laughter from the quokka on the other side as he walked away.

You felt an overwhelming sense of giddiness consume you. You gently walked up to the man still glaring at the closed door and placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to turn around and face you. “Hey Min?”

As he turned around, his face softened. He brought his left hand up to cup your cheek. “What’s up, my little mouse?” You blushed and look down with a smile on your face, suddenly feeling shy under his intense gaze. “Oh? What’s this? The girl that was sucking on my tonsils a few minutes ago is feeling shy?”

Damn him, he’s not wrong… You harshly punched him in the shoulder. “It’s not like you were any better! Anyway, as much as I would love to bicker over swapping spit, Chan is probably waiting for me…” You turned to collect your things and you felt a strong hand pull you back.

He abruptly spun you around to roughly grab your waist and - in contrast to his hands - he gently pressed his lips to yours. He sensually moved his mouth against you, not quite chaste, but also not quite open-mouthed. “When will I see you next?” He breathed against your lips.

You felt dizzy from his proximity and ethereal face. “I... I don’t know… it depends on how my talk with Channie goes. I’ll text you, but I might not see you until class on Monday.” He pulled back with reluctance.

“Okay, well… I hope everything goes okay. I know he loves you unconditionally and he means well, so I hope you two go easy on each other.”

You smirked at his comment. “Wow, I think that’s the softest, most heartfelt thing I’ve ever heard you say!” You grabbed his shoulders and turned him left to right as if you were inspecting him. “Is my cat broken?”

He dramatically rolled his eyes at you and suddenly you could see a scheming glint pass over his eyes. You trembled when he stepped closer to you with a bone-chilling smile. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, his lips grazing your lobe. “Would you rather I be rough, little mouse?” His hands landed on your hips and he pulled you flush to him with force. God, I’m a weak, weak woman. You felt like a horny teenager all over again when you found warmth starting to swim through your core, right down to your groin.

You pushed him back in an attempt to avoid the temptation with the whole group just on the other side of the door. “You're the devil, Min. We don’t need the whole friend group to hear you getting ‘rough’.” You tried to glare at him, but you were pretty sure you just looked like a stubborn child.

Where you expected to find more teasing, you found the opposite. “Oh…” He awkwardly dropped his gaze and you wondered if you had said something wrong. “So you don’t want them to know?”

Your heart broke when you saw his downcast face. “It’s not that I don’t want them to know that I’m yours! I'm just not quite ready for Chan to murder you…”

He nodded in understanding, then his face grew that cocky, crooked smile once again. “Sooo, you’re mine?” He bit his bottom lip and all you wanted to do was bite it for him.

“Don’t get cocky, Minnie. You’re still on a tight leash, babe.” What the fuck? The word just instinctively fell out of your mouth and you were mortified at how upfront you were being.

He stepped closer to you again with that darkness in his eyes and regained purchase on your waist. “Babe, huh? I like that, say it again.” He licked his lips and bit it again in anticipation.

You weren’t sure where your sudden confidence came from, but you leaned in close to his ear in preparation to whisper. “I have to leave, baaabe .” You quickly pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek and skipped off to gather your belongings, leaving a blushing statue behind.

- - - - - - - - - -

You took a deep breath as you stood in front of your apartment door. Patience, Y/N. Patience and understanding. Nerves wrecked your body as you opened the door to enter your living room.

You immediately spotted your best friend pacing in front of the kitchen and your heart instantly dropped. He looked awful. His hair was disheveled and there were bags under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept all night. He has insomnia, so you were usually used to this, but he looked way worse than other sleepless nights.

Once your eyes locked, you broke down. You ran up to his anxious form and wrapped your arms around his neck. Tears streamed down your face as he squeezed your waist in a tight hug. “I- I’m so s-sorry Channie. I love you so much and I don’t want us to fight anymore… you deserve someone better than me as a shit friend…”

He squeezed you tighter, leaving you slightly breathless. “Kiyomi, I wouldn’t trade you for anything or anyone on this god forsaken planet. You mean the world to me.” He pulled back and wiped your alligator tears away with his thumbs and laid a small peck on your forehead. “Let’s gather our bearings and veg out to chill for a bit before we work things out, yeah?”

You meekly nodded but refused to let go of his neck. He chuckled at your clinginess and picked you up to lay you on the couch. “I’ll go get snacks, you still want pretzels and chocolate?” You eagerly nodded your head and offered a small smile. No one could ever know you better than Chan.

- - - - - - - - - -

“I- I just don’t think that you need to worry about me 24/7, Channie. I love that you care so much, but I’ve protected myself over these past years that you’ve been gone, haven’t I?”

He hung his head low and nodded. The anime and snacks that had previously been helping to avoid the difficult conversation were completely ignored as the two of you tried to reconcile.

“I suppose that is true. But mom and dad moved you here so I can protect you, love you, and give you a better life. I don’t want to risk you getting a heartbreak or worse from someone who doesn’t love you unconditionally…”

Your face morphed into a sad smile. “Channie, you know that love doesn’t present itself right off the bat, right? If I don’t even get to try, is that really living life to the fullest? I want YOU to date. I want YOU to have a special intimacy with someone. I want YOU to have someone so you don’t feel lonely anymore. I’m not sure if what you have with that one girl is serious, but I have the same fears for you. I don’t want you to get hurt. But even if you do, that is part of the risk of finding someone better.”

He chuckled under his breath. “It’s times like these where you show that you really are the noona and not the little sis that I treat you like…”

No shit. You smiled at him with the kind of love a mother would give to her child. “So will you tone it down?”

“...I will... try… but please - for the love of god - don’t choose one of our friends. I absolutely love them, but I wouldn’t feel comfortable thinking about any of them…” He shivered in disgust. “...doing… things to you.”

You froze, limbs going stiff and face dropping to a frown. Luckily he was focused on snacking and not your reaction. The ‘things’ that you were wanting to do to Minho flashed through your mind and you knew for sure that Chan would murder him if he ever found out.

You sat there in silence and sadness, but Chan leaned over and hugged you warmly. “I am glad we had this talk, Y/N. I felt awful that we were at odds. I love you so much.” You briefly relaxed and hugged him back.

“I love you too, Channie.” You stared over his shoulder blankly while wrapped in his arms. Now you knew you really had to hide the fact that you and Minho were a thing. A thing? I mean what are we really? You couldn’t help but ponder to yourself, ruminating over the fact that there may or may not be something concrete between the two of you, but you didn’t know what to call it.

When the two of you were ready for bed, you agreed to snuggle that night. The way that you were used to doing growing up when his insomnia was at its worst. He always said it helped him sleep and you definitely felt like he needed the assistance that night.

He laid a kiss on your head as he took over the position of big spoon. “Night, Kiyomi. Love you.”

“Nighty night Channie.” You stared into the darkness and battled with your own thoughts. How am I ever going to tell Chan about Minho?

Needless to say, you didn’t get much sleep that night.

- - - - - - - - - -

Minnie🐱🔥💋:

R u and Chan-hyung all good?

Little Mouse🐭😘:

Thankfully, yes 🙌🏼

But, um…

Kinda have bad news too…

Minnie🐱🔥💋:

😳 Uh oh

At least ur still breathing

I assume

But do tell

Little Mouse🐭😘:

U free tomorrow?

I don’t have to work tomorrow since it’s a Sunday

Minnie🐱🔥💋:

Hmm 🤔 I’ll have to check my schedule

But I think I can fit u in 😉

Little Mouse🐭😘:

Wow. I’m so touched 🙄

I’m spending a lot of the day w/ Chan

U know, reconciliation and shit

So I’ll probs be there around 7pm

Cool? 👍🏼

Minnie🐱🔥💋:

I’ll be waiting 😘

You were nervous and excited that morning. Nervous to tell Minho the uncomfortable news, but excited to spend the day with your best friend and your… ‘Man? Lover?’... whatever Minho was to you - that night.

The day with Chan was spent going to Lotte World. You had never been to an amusement park and Chan was as giddy as a school girl to get to show you around. You had decided that you love roller coasters. The thrill of it gave you tingles in your nerves that made you feel like you were flying. Much like the feeling of riding the motorcycle with Minho.

Chan went all out in giving you the full experience. You were not sure how he possibly could have wracked up that kind of money from his ordinary fitness trainer job, but he sure spoiled you nonetheless. Popcorn, cotton candy, ginormous soft pretzels, hot dogs, and ice cream. That’s not including all of the random carnival games where he won you a mountain of plushies. The most impressive was when he won you a cat stuffed animal that was as tall as a fully grown man when he hammered the high striker.

You couldn’t believe the sights and sounds of laughter and fun that filled the air. You felt like a kid again and Chan was with you through all of it. You looked over at your self proclaimed brother and laughed as he fumbled with all of the plushies. When you reached Felix’s car - that you guys borrowed - and he sat down all of the fluffy toys, you hugged him tightly with a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you, Channie. You are the greatest man I’ve ever met. You take care of me so well.” He hugged you back impossibly tighter.

“Love you, big sis. You deserve all of the happiness in the world.” You smile and your heart swelled with your love for this man.

When you got home, you helped him dump all of the plushies onto your bed. You weren’t sure if you should tell him that you were going to Minho’s. Chan was already uneasy with the two of your guys’ relationship and you didn’t want to stoke the fire.

“Hey, Chan. I have some friends that are needing tutoring in calculus tonight and I was going to go help them at one of their house’s.” You felt slightly guilty for the lie, but you knew the risk of telling him the truth.

He gave you a flabbergasted face. “Kiyomi, you absolutely suck at calculus.” He looked so confused and his face twisted extremely crooked.

Shit, he’s right. I should have picked a different class. You thought you could play it off, but it didn’t even sound convincing to you. “Yeah, tell me about it. I told them that too, but they insisted.”

He slowly nodded his head. “Okay well, be careful and let me know when you get there and let me know when you are headed back, okay?”

You chuckled at his fatherly instincts. “Yes, sir!” You raised your hand to your forehead and sarcastically saluted him, earning a small scoff.

Before you left, you snuck a tiny kitten plushie with you out of the door.

- - - - - - - - - -

You texted Chan to notify of your arrival as you stood outside of Minho’s apartment door. You didn’t know why your nerves were going haywire. You had already stayed there before. Maybe it was because you two weren’t together before? Were you two together? Anyway, let’s get on with it.

Your knuckles rapped on the door panel and almost instantly you see the ethereal being that was Lee Minho standing on the other side of the threshold. All you could muster was a breathless “Hi” as you stepped into his entryway. Once he closed the door behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist against you in a back hug as you took off your shoes.

“Well hello, little mouse. Fancy meeting you here.” You turned around in his arms to face his smoldering eyes.

“I figured it was a nice spot to chill.” He smirked at you and you could see him lean in for a kiss.

You decided that you wanted him to earn it. Before he could touch down on your lips, you pulled the plushie out from behind you and held it to his face. He looked shocked as he leaned back, unhooking his arms from you. He almost looked hurt from the obtrusion of his advances.

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s you!” You smiled triumphantly as you held the cat up to his face. “I got it for you! That way you have a little mini Minho to keep you company.”

“Awww” He pinched your cheek. “What a sweet little mouse.” You pierced your lips together and swatted his hand away.

“Well then, I guess if you don’t want it, I can always give it to Ji…” You pulled it away but he snatched it from you quickly and walked away with a grumble. As you followed him, you see that he had placed it on the center of the island in his kitchen.

“There, now I get to see it every morning when I eat breakfast.” He turned around and smiled mockingly down at you. You felt giddy with the way he looked at you, feeling as if you were lucky to even be in the same presence as this man, let alone having intimate encounters with him. You turned around to hide your blushing smile and walked over to plop down on the couch. Not even a second after, the man sat down next to you with his legs crossed, fully facing you. “So what’s the news? No more brownies before bedtime? He needs to walk you home from school?”

His smirk earned an unamused expression from you. “Wow, you’re a true comedian, you know that?”

He simply shrugged. “Maybe I should change jobs.”

The seriousness of this man is severely limited. “I think you’re better at dancing.” You patronizingly patted his shoulder. “No, but Chan and I have restored harmony, which was the biggest relief I’ve ever felt before in my life…” He nodded, but you looked at him hesitantly. “...and he’s okay with me seeing people…” Minho’s face lit up like a damned Christmas tree and your heart sank. “...but… he said he doesn’t want it to be anyone from our circle…”

You deflated when you had to witness his face drop. “W-what? Why?”

You sighed in frustration. “The fuck if I know. Something about him not wanting any of you guys doing ‘things’ to me.” You raised your eyes to the ceiling and then dropped your face into your hands.

“So, is that it? We can’t see each other?” You whipped your head up to look at his frustrated face and you were sure you looked like a terrified puppy as you grabbed onto the hand that was resting on his lap.

“W-well, not necessarily… we just might need to… I dunno, keep it on the down low?”

He held your hand in return. “Well… as much as I would hate to keep you a secret… I suppose it’s better than nothing.” You two sat in comfortable silence for a moment and Minho seemed to be contemplating something. You couldn’t keep your eyes away from his beautiful face, fearing that he was considering that it might not be worth the trouble. That is until he looked up at you with a smirk on his face. “Sooo…” He leaned in a little closer from his spot next to you. “Care to elaborate on the ‘things’ Chan-hyung was worried about?”

You felt the blood rush to your face and nervousness swirl around in your gut. You definitely never anticipated this is where the conversation was going to go, but, hell, no complaints from your end. “Care to take a guess?” You feigned your confidence when, in reality, you felt like you were going to pass out from anxiousness.

“I might have a few things in mind…” He whispered against your lips, suddenly right in front of your face. You felt your resolve crumble as he pressed his lips to yours. A teeny tiny sliver of your subconscious whispered to you that you were betraying Chan, but it was nothing compared to the burning hot desire you were currently feeling.

You basically jumped him as you threw your arms around his neck, making him chuckle as he almost fell back against the arm of the couch from your impact. You wasted no time in coaxing him to let you explore his mouth, which he did so eagerly. You’d never tasted anything more addicting than Minho, hinting at a bit of dark chocolate and citrus.

Your upper body leaned against him, while your lower body remained respectfully seated on the couch. You ran your hands through his hair and under the hem of the collar of his shirt while one of his hands claimed purchase around your waist and the other was rubbing up and down your thigh. And my god did it feel heavenly. He repositioned his crossed legs to halfway sit on the sofa proper while his left leg folded underneath him to lean in closer.

His tongue was extremely experienced and you were sure you were currently soaking in your panties from the intensity of the situation. You decided to take matters into your own hands as you pulled him down on top of you, slotting him in between your legs. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth when you felt the effect you had on him through his tightening pants.

“God, you’re so sexy.” He whispered as his lips moved to nip at your ear. Your body moved on its own as you grinded up against him, seeking the sweet friction from his body. The sound of heavy panting filled the room and the hands that were currently on your hips slipped down to grab underneath your thighs, lifting them slightly so he could press even closer to you.

You whimpered as he grinded down on you with his mouth sucking on your pulse. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him impossibly close. You almost felt desperate for more of his touch. You were new to this but all your instincts could think about was feeling him all over.

While your legs were wrapped around him, one of his hands moved from your thigh up to the hem of your shirt, teasing with it to silently ask permission. “Minho, if you don’t touch me right now I think I will actually combust.” You felt his smile against your neck and he roughly grabbed your shirt, leaning back to shuck it off your body.

You slightly felt embarrassed as he intensely looked down at your body, running his hands over your sides and protruding ribs. You could've sworn for half a second you saw a sad smile cross his features, but then he licked his bottom lip as he slid his hands to cup over your bra. You silently praised Felix for the black, lace bra he provided you with. “You're so goddamned beautiful, Y/N…”

You didn’t expect it when he laid himself on top of you again, switching his movements against your lips to a slow, intimate kiss. Your body melted on the spot and decidedly resolved yourself to allow this man to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to you. Your heart was pounding as you two gently moved your tongues together in a delicate dance, his hands massaging your breasts all the while.

You arched your back as he wrapped his arms around you to allow him to remove your bra, much more controlled than the last time you two fooled around on this couch. He wasted no time in throwing the lacy fabric to the side and running his palms across your bare breasts. No man had ever touched you under your clothes (not welcomed hands anyway) and you felt as if you were hyperventilating.

He flicked his thumbs over your sensitive, pink buds and you couldn’t sustain the squeak that escaped your mouth. “Hmmm, I like to hear my little mouse make those sweet noises.” You were sure your whole body was flushed as he moved his open-mouthed kisses down your chest. You felt another wave of pleasure pulse through your groin as he took your nipple into his mouth and sucked hard .

You whined as he moved from one nipple to the other as to not neglect the other from his abuse. All you could do was lay there in suspense as he continued the journey of his lips down to your navel, the absence of his hard erection making you whine. “Oh, god, Minnie…” He thumbed at your clit through your jeans and you immediately took matters into your own hands. “Bedroom, now.”

With that, he swiftly lifted you from the couch (Damn, he’s strong) and shuffled to the bedroom to gently lay you down on the bed, quickly pulling off his shirt like a damn porn star and making his dark hair fluff from the friction. You giggled as he pounced on you and peppered kisses all over your face, eventually landing his lips on yours. It was hungry this time, pressing into your mouth furiously.

His hand snaked down to your navel and eventually popped open the button on your jeans. You were almost scared of what was to come, not knowing what to expect with another person’s hands on you. Well… hands that you actually wanted on you. However, this fear was quelled as he reached in and massaged your clit over your panties. Your eyes fluttered closed and you threw your head back with a loud moan, running your hands over his soft, toned chest in an attempt to gain purchase on something to ground yourself.

His mouth moved back down to flick his tongue over your nipples. “You’re so soft, baby.” He gently nibbled the swollen bud and you almost drew blood as you bit your lip. You lifted your hips as he peeled off your skinny jeans and he propped himself up on his knees between your legs. His eyes refused to leave yours as he slid his hands up the inside of your thighs. You were visibly quivering and you were embarrassed of the effect he had on you.

He smiled down fondly at you. “Don’t be afraid, darling.” He moved one of his hands to caress your cheek. “I’ll take excellent care of you.”

You were speechless as you just nodded at him. He returned to your aching sex and lowered his body to kiss your inner thigh. “Holy fuck…” You breathed in a whimpered tone. You were immediately praising yourself for keeping yourself neatly groomed down there every day. You could feel his cheeky grin on your skin as he slid his tongue further up your thigh. His face hovered over the black lace that matched your bra and he stared directly into your soul with fire in his eyes. Never breaking eye contact, he closed his wet mouth over your clit through your panties and you felt like you died and went to heaven.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your body couldn’t help but squirm from the delicious new sensation. He grabbed your hips to keep you still and your already soaked panties got even wetter as his saliva seeped through the fabric he was sucking on. Surely - with how you were bugging out like a teenager - he knew that you’d never done this before, right?

Your breathing picked up to hyperventilation mode as he thumbed at the hem of your panties. His mouth left your bliss button and you huffed in frustration. He chuckled and raised his body back up to whisper in your ear, grinding his bulge down on you all the while. “Calm down, little mouse. I don’t want you passing out before I’ve even started.” He pecked an open-mouthed kiss under your ear and sat back up to continue his previous ministrations.

He looked hesitant as he looped his index fingers through your panties, looking in your eyes for approval. “Please…” you whispered. And that's all he needed to swiftly slide your panties off your legs. You were completely naked and vulnerable in front of this man, but you didn’t feel scared of being touched. Not like last time…

He plunged down in between your legs and latched his mouth onto your bare, sensitive pearl, swirling his tongue around and making you whimper like a puppy. Grabbing onto your wiggling hips again, his mouth closed over your clit, he sucked hard . And goddamn was he a fucking god at this. You never thought anything could feel this good.

That was until his mouth moved down. Your knuckles were completely white as they gripped onto the sheets. He had traveled his tongue down to the base of your folds and licked up between them, ending the journey with a flick of your clit. You couldn’t hold back the cry that breached your lips. His tongue then plunged in between your slick lips and ate you out as if it were his last meal.

Your hands instinctively laced through his silky blue locks and lightly tugged on them, not pulling him away, but more to coax him for more. He received the memo and quickly looped his arms underneath your legs, using his pure strength to lift your pelvis to gain a better angle. “Fuck… shit… Oh god, Min! – ah!” One of his arms released your leg and guided his middle finger to join his tongue inside you. You could almost cry from the pleasure he was giving you.

You grinded down on him and he finally relented the attack with his mouth. He kept his finger inside you, slowly probing in and out as he moved back up to hover over you. “You taste so delicious, little mouse. So fucking good for me.” You desperately pulled him down for a kiss, tongues wrestling and you tasted yourself on his lips.

You whined into his mouth when you felt his index finger slide in next to the one already torturing you. You threw your head back, disconnecting your lips, when you felt him curl his fingers up and press against your sweet bundle of nerves that threw you into pure ecstasy.

He quickened his pace and you thrashed your body around, whining from the extreme intensity. He grabbed your arm with his unoccupied hand and pinned it to your side to lessen your movement. He latched his tongue to your clit again and it was too much to handle. “M-Minnie! I– I…” You felt waves crash over you as you released the tightness in your core, soaking the man’s face and sheets in the process.

“There we go, darling…” He left a sweet kiss on your inner thigh as he sat up to assess the damage. You closed your legs in shame, embarrassed of the mess you made. He looked up into your eyes with a sweet smile, putting his hands on your knees in the process, spreading them again. “Oh baby. That is so fucking HOT, you drive me crazy, baby.”

You felt your core heating up again, unable to get enough of this unreal human. You lunged up at him and tugged on his belt, slipping it out of his loops and undoing his jeans, loosening the tightness from his erection. Your eyes bulged out of your head when he pulled his pants down, displaying the ginormous tent in his boxers. The shakiness returned to your body tenfold.

You were terrified of your inexperience, afraid that you would humiliate yourself. You scooted closer to the edge of the bed and put your hands on his hips, eyes never moving from his painful looking erection. He stood there patiently, awaiting your next move. You hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided he deserved to know. “I– I’ve never done this before… you might need to help me…”

You could feel him tense up under your hands and you looked up at his face in apprehension. “Wait... are you a virgin?” You lowered your hands to your lap and looked down at them with a red face.

“Oh… O-oh shit!” He stepped away from you in a rush and pulled his pants back on at light speed.

You felt your heart sink and your head fill with desperation and doubt. “Min?”

He scratched the back of his neck once his pants were fully on. “Y/N… I… I don’t know if I can do that…”

You felt the tell-tale signs of your stupid angry tears prick at your eyes. “You can't do what exactly?” You tried to control yourself, but your statement came off as extremely pissy.

He frustratingly ran his hand through his hair. “That’s… that’s a special kind of thing, Y/N… I can’t–”

“It’s so special that your dick won’t work?” You cut him off as you stood up and crossed your arms over your chest, feeling humiliated and exposed in your bare state. You began to pull up your soiled panties and jeans to at least feel a little bit of security.

“That’s not it, babe–”

“You’re afraid to steal my ‘virtue’ or what the fuck ever? Well, news flash, I’ve lost that in about every other category.” You realized you were yelling now, staring daggers into him.

His scowl didn’t make you feel any better. “You don’t get it, Y/N. That kind of thing is not something that–”

Why the fuck did everyone judge your lack of ‘experience’? I’m not a goddamned child. You interrupted him again, not wanting to hear anymore. “Save it, Minho. You sound just like Chan! I thought you…” You cursed yourself for the unexpected tear that rolled down your cheek. You saw his face fall, but you were determined to stand your ground. “...I thought you wanted me…” You looked down at the ground and closed your eyes, your face twisted in anger. You didn’t want to face him anymore in you humiliated state. “But whatever, forget it. At this point, I’ll just stay a virgin forever. Or maybe I should just find someone with the balls to actually fuck me!”

You knew you didn’t mean it, but the rage that blinded you didn’t care. All you wanted to do was escape. And that’s exactly what you did. You marched into the living room to reattach your bra and pull your shirt over your head, immediately heading for the door with Minho close behind.

“Babe, please don’t leave…” He tried to grab your hand as you put your shoes on, but you yanked it out of his grasp.

“Don’t ‘babe’ me! Just…” The tears were streaming down your face and the woman you thought was strong, ended up to be just an emotional bitch baby. Just like you had been ever since you had stepped foot into this god forsaken country. “...just…” You gasped for air through your sobs, not knowing what to say in your anger. “...just fuck off, Minho…” You hastily turned and slammed the door in his face.

You skipped the classes you specifically shared with Minho on Monday and Tuesday, picking up an extra shift at work on Monday evening to drown your thoughts.

- - - - - - - - - -

You were balled up in your blankets as Chan walked in to bring you another plate of food on Tuesday, switching it out with the previous uneaten one in its place. “Kiyomi… please eat… I know you are feeling sick, but you aren’t eating enough on any given day already. I’m worried about you, hun.”

You stuffed your face into your pillow and mumbled back to him. “I’m sorry, Channie… I’ll try…” You knew you wouldn’t, but at least you could give him hope.

He caressed your hair with his face downturned in worry. “Okay, sweetheart. I’m praying for you to get better soon.” You smiled into your pillow and felt the black fog of sleep engulf you as he caressed his fingers through your hair. Chan is all I’ll ever need to make me happy, even if that means I’ll never have a real relationship with someone... These were the last thoughts that ran through your head as you drifted off into dreamland.

- - - - - - - - - -

You slowly regained consciousness and smiled again as you felt fingers still carding its way through your hair. You opened your eyes to look up at your best friend and almost jumped out of your skin when you saw another man. You had apparently jumped to the other side of the bed as you sat face to face with the man of your desires and heartache.

There was a moment of silence where the two of you searched each other's eyes, looking for some sort of explanation. “What the fuck are you doing here, Min?”

He looked down at his fiddling hands. “Um… tutoring? It is Tuesday, right?”

You scoffed and images of his rejection on Sunday ran through your mind. “Did I get lost in translation the other night? I specifically remember telling you to fuck off. Obviously you didn’t understand that included your company on tutoring days.” You crossed your arms and refused to look him in the eye.

“Y/N, please let me explain.”

“I think it’s crystal clear, Min. You are too much of a pussy to take my virginity. A concept that means nothing to me, by the way. Especially with the way I almost lost it last time…” You felt the prickling in your eyes of your potential tear ducts acting up and you tightly closed your eyes to hold them back.

“It’s not that it’s–” You peeked over at him sitting on your bed when he cut himself off mid sentence. “What do you mean ‘the way you almost lost it’?”

You kicked yourself for letting that slip. “Nothing, forget it.” You crossed your arms and faced away from him. He probably wouldn’t give a fuck anyway.

You felt a gentle hand rest on your knee and you almost broke down. “I know I might not be the most serious person in most situations, but please know that you can talk to me… I… I really like you, Y/N… the thought of you finding someone else to do that to you… it drives me crazy.”

You faced him and you were sure he could see your glossed over eyes that threatened to spill over. You hesitated, but after a moment of silence your hand naturally gravitated to hold the hand that was on your knee, intertwining your fingers and feeling his strong hand squeeze yours. You hadn’t realized how much you had missed touching him only in the span of a couple days.

“I… I didn’t really mean it, Min. I was just angry… I’d rather just forget about it…”

His face was downcast and his eyes were zoned out on your intertwined hands. “I feel like I know nothing about you, Kiyomi… I wish you wouldn’t hide from me…”

You looked up to the ceiling in an attempt to avoid your tears from falling. “It’s not that I want to hide from you, Minnie… I just have an ugly past. You wouldn’t look at me the same. Chan is the only one who helped me through it and the only one who has never judged me.” You looked down with a sad smile.

“Y/N…” You dared to look him in the eyes. “I want to be with you. I want to call you mine and have the honor to be called yours. I want to scream from the rooftops of how lucky I am to have you with me. I want to take you on dates and cuddle you when you’re sad. I don’t want to…” He looked down, considering the weight of his words. “...I don’t want to just fuck you, Kiyomi… I want to make love to you… but only when that time comes. You deserve your first time to be the best experience possible. Because you deserve to be happy, Y/N.”

You didn’t know when you had started crying, but you only realized when he wiped away a stray tear from your cheek. “I’m not blind, little mouse. I know you have had some sort of shit happen to you… I can see it…” He freed his hand from your grasp so he could take both sides of your face in his hands, kissing your forehead gently. “If you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to. But I would really like to know what’s going through your pretty little head when you fret over these things.”

He wanted to be with you, not only as a lover or a friend, but something far more intimate. You almost couldn’t process all of the words that were thrown at you, but as you cleared your mind of the fog of anger it once held, you found pure affection took its place. He was right, if you wanted this man, really wanted him (and you did) he deserved to know the truth.

- - - - - - - - - -

You looked down at the scrap of paper that had small lettering with shit handwriting of an address on it and looked up at the faded numbered door of a seedy motel, hoping the address was correct so you could get the fuck on with it. You briefly felt down to your boot, ensuring that your switchblade was secure inside your tight sock.

The late autumn wind whipped around you and through your hair, causing you to shiver and grow goosebumps up your bare arms. Your jacket, admittedly the only jacket you had, had been ruined when your mom dropped the embers of a couple lit cigarettes and an ashtray on it, burning through the material. You should have at least worn long sleeves, but there was no point in ruminating on it now. The best thing you could do now was to get this over and done with.

You rapped on the door with your knuckle systematically and saw the blinds of the window next to you part slightly, inspecting who the visitor was. You rolled your eyes as the figure left. Do they seriously have to be so sketchy about it? As you waited for the man to open the door, you heard muffled voices on the other side of the teal, paint chipped door.

Once the door opened, you were quickly ushered to enter the room. “Ah, nice to see you again, Y/N! How are mom and pop?” The overweight man sitting next to a crappy table in the corner of the room shined a yellow, toothy grin at you. The two men who ushered you in the door retreated to resume their places on opposite corners of the room, one lighting the foul stench of a cigarette, the other scrolling through his phone.

“Can we please skip the pleasantries? I have school in the morning and I’d rather not chit chat.” You tossed the McDonald’s paper sack down on the bed, one of the lackeys grabbing it to inspect the contents. You watched as the man poked his pinky finger in the white substance and smeared it on the inner side of his lip, smacking his tongue to distinguish the taste.

“That’s it, boss. A full kilo.” You outstretched your palm to receive the roll of money that was sitting on the table next to a full syringe and a line of cocaine. Of course they aren’t satisfied with just one. The man stood up from his place next to the table and stepped towards you, making your fight or flight instincts flare up.

“Do you really have to leave so early? The night is young, little girl! At least stay for a drink.” He held up his lowball glass of brown liquor, making the contents slosh and the ice clink against the edges of it's containment. Your face twisted into one of disgust at his proposition.

“I’m good, thanks. Just give me the money and I’ll be out of your hair.” He huffed as he turned to grab the wad of cash, presenting it to you. As you went to claim it from him, he pulled it back.

“I think you could earn a little extra, kitten.” He licked his chapped lips and looked you up and down.

“Thanks but no thanks.” You tried to reach for it again, but he pulled it back further, making you lean closer to him. You stood back to your previous position and huffed. “Don, seriously? I don’t have time for this shit. Can you please just pay me so I can go?” You held out your hand expectantly once again.

Finally, he dropped the bundle into your hand and you grasped it firmly. You started to walk away, but when you turned around, your fear froze you on the spot as you watched one of the useless assholes pulling the chain over the lock on the door.

There had been a couple of deals before where the recipient tried to hold you back, but they were easy enough to handle. Because you were a young, skinny girl, many thought you were a scared baby lamb. They were wrong.

You turned around with a blistering glare. “Don, what the fuck?! Let me out of here! You got your fix, you don’t need me anymore.”

“Oh, on the contrary, love. I think you have far better uses.” With that, the two men grabbed each of your arms, pulling you over to the bed and pinning you to it on each side. You cursed yourself for not watching your own back. The one that was smoking held up his cigarette to your neck and pressed the embers deep into your skin, making you scream in pain. The searing white pain fogged your eyes and fuzzed your mind.

When you regained composure, horror filled your veins as the fat man started unbuckling his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear in one go, showing his erect dick underneath bundles of fat. Sick motherfucking piece of cow shit.

Without even a second thought, your self defense instincts kicked in and you twisted your body in the men's firm grasps and wrapped your legs around the neck of the man on your left, making him relinquish his grasp on you as he tried to pry your thighs from his throat, choking and gargling on his spit all the while. You didn’t have much time before the other two men reacted, the larger of the two tripping over the pants around his legs and falling to the ground (fucking dumbass). And the man holding your other arm refused to loosen his grasp as you clung onto the other’s neck with your thighs for dear life.

The other man tried to pull you away, pulling your arm and twisting. You heard a pop and a grind in your shoulder followed by another yelp from your mouth from the pain, but you used the advantage of now having a free hand to punch his throat with all the strength you had in you. The man’s eyes bulged out of his head as he grabbed his throat with both hands, most likely having his esophagus collapsed. With both of your hands now free, you lunged over the bed to chase your escape, grabbing the money off the floor in the process and popping your shoulder back into its socket.

Both lackeys were clinging onto their throats in attempts to regain oxygen and the hefty man was rolling around on the floor, suddenly grabbing your ankle and pulling you backwards. Your body moved on its own as you reached down into your boot and flicked open the blade. You pulled back with a swift move and plunged the knife down. You heard a high pitched scream as you saw the sharp metal pierce straight through the middle of his hand, going all the way through and ripping through the tendons and veins there.

The hand that had held you captive retracted at light speed as he cradled it in his chest, whimpering like a baby. When you turned around, your terrified fingers trembled as you stumbled to slide the chain out from the lock with one arm, the other loosely hanging at your side. The pain in your shoulder would have to wait to be assessed at another time, because all the adrenaline worked towards one goal. Getting the FUCK out of there.

Luckily, you finally got out of the door just in time as you could hear Don yell ‘go get the bitch’ to his lackeys. You didn’t even hesitate to redirect your normal route to the bus stop, instead opting to round the corner of the motel and sprint through the back alleys of the area to sprint 3 miles to Chan’s.

- - - - - - - - - -

You sat in the dimly lit shed - and personal hang out spot - in Chan’s backyard and inspected your bruised knuckles from smashing that guy’s throat in. You felt yourself beyond lucky to make it out of there with only a few minor injuries. Your fingers fiddled with the loose strings on the bean bag’s covering that you sat on in the semi-decorated shed, making it seem a bit more homey.

Finally, Chan’s scowled face returned with a first aid kit and frozen peas in each of his hands, tucking one under the other arm to lock the latch of the door behind him. “You should just come inside so we can properly wash it.” He handed you the two bags of peas, one to place on your throbbing hand, and the other on your shoulder.

He helped you as you flung a makeshift sling around your neck and secured it under your fucked up arm. He then opened the first aid kit on the small end table in between you and the other bean bag he sat in.

“And let your parents see me in this state? No fucking way.” You winced as he pressed an alcohol swab against the ringed burn on your neck. The furious look on your best friend’s face refused to let up.

“I’m going to call the cops.” He didn’t look you in the eyes as he muttered the words.

You pulled away from his helping hands and glared at him. “Like hell you are! I wouldn’t have come to you if I were looking to get hunted down by drug dealers for narking. I’d just go home and suck it the fuck up.”

He just returned your glare and grabbed the back of your neck forcefully, continuing his aid with his other hand while he held you still. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself, Kiyomi…” He turned to grab the antibacterial ointment. “You’re…” You felt a pang in your chest as you saw his eyes water. “You’re going to get yourself killed…”

You took the bruised hand of your uninjured arm and raised it to his face. “That won’t happen, Channie. I’ve survived so far, yeah?” You dipped your head over to try and catch his fallen gaze. “Besides, I can’t leave my little pup to fend for himself.” You pinched the cheek where your hand was laid and he attempted to suppress his smile as he pulled away from your grasp.

A small chuckle escaped his lips as he lifted the swab of cream to your neck. He stayed silent though as he finished bandaging you. After he closed the kit, he patted your knee. “All done, sweetheart. Let’s go to bed, kay?”

You shook your head as you stood up. “No can do, love. I gotta get back home with this money before my dad has an aneurysm.”

“Would that be so bad?” He muttered bitterly. You panned over to him with an unamused face. “I can’t believe you keep going back to that shithole! Can’t you just come live with us?”

You scoffed and dropped your eyes to the ground. “Yeah, if you want them to come find me and harm not only me, but you and your entire family as well. It’s already been risky enough trying to keep you a secret from them…”

You felt his arms wrap around you and you buried your face in his shoulder. “I hate this, Y/N. I just want you to finally be free… safe.”

You deflated before you pulled back from him, trying to put on the most unaffected face you could muster. “Don’t worry about me, Channie. I’ve made it this far. I’ll be able to protect myself until I can save enough money to move out after graduation.” You offered him a sweet smile, which he halfheartedly returned. “Now, I have to get back before it gets too late. I don’t want them to come searching for me. You placed a peck on his cheek and showed yourself out of your tiny safe haven.

- - - - - - - - - -

You felt your skull crack against the cheap, hard linoleum flooring in the kitchen as your dad stood over you, your mom burning down the embers of a cigarette furiously in anxiety and talking on the phone a few feet away on the couch. “How THE FUCK could you lose us Don, one of our best buyers?!” You felt the breath leave your lungs as he landed a harsh kick against your ribcage.

You didn’t cry, you couldn’t. Your mind retreated elsewhere while your body laid there and awaited the end. “All for what?! Your stupid fucking pride?! If one of our buyers wants something, you do it, NO QUESTIONS ASKED!” Another kick.

“I know Don, we are taking care of the problem, just hear me out–” You faintly heard your mother trying to reason with the monster on the other side of the phone.

“If you can’t keep up with a stupid, fucking simple task, what good are you?!” A punch to the face this time, blinding your vision as you curled in on yourself on the ground. “You’re only taking up space here, so you’d better start pulling your goddamned weight!”

The anger that was boiling inside you released in a small snap. “He tried to fucking rape me dad! What was I supposed to do?!” He punched the side of your jaw, making you spit out a tooth and taste a disgusting flow of iron flowing from its place.

“If someone wants you to spread your legs, you tell them to pay up and then say WELCOME TO FUCKING POUND TOWN! Hell, it’s more revenue and a better use of your useless cunt anyway!”

Your mother had ended her call and shouted over her shoulder. “He won’t fucking get over it! We lost him!” She slammed the bedroom door.

Your father’s face couldn’t get any more red. One, two, three more punches. You could feel the ring on his fingers denting and gashing into the bone and flesh on your face. You saw more and more blood build on his fist each time he pulled back. You could hardly believe it was coming from your body due to the amount of pain nearing the sense of numbness.

It was almost as if your soul had left your body, leaving nothing but a bloodied stick figure in its wake. Pain and acceptance was a dichotomy that was slowly blurring lines. Somehow, you were numb to the point of acceptance, but you were hyper aware of the feeling of every centimeter of your body. Your toes were scrunched up where they laid on the cheap linoleum. Your hands were balled in fists on your abdomen, attempting to protect your damaged ribcage, completely ignoring the pain that was already wrecking your shoulder. Your back was hunched into a ball like a fucking abused dog. And your face… you could feel the disfigurement increasing with every swing of his fist.

Once he stopped, heaving from his anger and effort, he spat down on your bloody and bruised body. “Find somewhere else to sleep tonight, bitch. I want you out of my sight.” With that, he turned and slammed his bedroom door behind him.

You laid there for a good ten minutes, uncontrollably shaking as you failed to get up. You were sure that one of your ribs was broken and you knew your nose was broken. When you finally came to, you limped your way over to the bathroom and examined yourself in the mirror.

The sight was grizzly, the entire left side of your face was flushed and swollen. You had a black eye that was swollen shut and cuts all over your cheek, jaw, and brow bones. The worst coming from your high cheek bone where you could feel the indentation underneath the skin into the hard surface of bone under the heavy flow of blood.

Blood gushed out of your nose and you decided to bite the bullet. Picking up a nasty ass washrag from the floor, you shoved it in your mouth and bit down on it. With no small amount of hesitation, you counted to yourself. One, two, THREE . You heard a loud crunch as you snapped your nose back into place, blood gushing all the more into the washrag and sink as you removed the soiled cloth from your mouth.

You decided to bring the rag with you to hold up to your bleeding nose as you grabbed your rucksack and headed out of the apartment and into the brisk autumn weather. You definitely didn’t want to be present if your father had caught you still hanging around. It was about three in the morning when you had finally limped all the way to Chan’s house. You really didn’t want to call upon him twice in the same night, so you snuck around to the backyard and pulled a small key out of one of the pockets in your pack.

You snuck into the shed and locked it behind you, finally collapsing on the rug that adorned the decorated space. You laid there for no more than a minute before your vision turned to black.

- - - - - - - - - -

“OH MY FUCKING GOD, Y/N!!!” You awakened from your haze, sore and out of breath with the taste of blood still lingering on your tongue. Your vision was blurry at first when you opened your eyes, but eventually Chan came into view, on the ground next to you and tears streaming down his face. Your heart broke at the sight of your friend hurting. You tried to sit up to comfort him, but the pain racking from your ribs threw you back down with a thud and a whimper. He reached out towards you, but pulled back as if you were going to break if he touched you. “No no no, Y/N, why?! Why??? ”

You turned your head and tried to smile at him to quell his worries, but the smile only met half your face as the other half is still too fucked up. “Hey baby Channie…” Your voice sounded gurgled and rugged coming from your mouth. Funny, you wanted to ease his concern, but you probably just made it worse with how you sounded. You chuckled from the irony, making you cough up blood.

He reached toward you with tremored hands and a shaky breath. “I’ll take care of you, baby girl... I– I’ll fix this… I’ll fix this…” He sobbed into your hand he was holding and pulled out his phone with the other. You already knew what was going to happen. He was going to call the hospital - or worse, the police - and you would be utterly fucked if anyone found out. You weakly put your hand over his phone, making him look back at you with his blurry eyes.

“Channie… it’s okay… I’m okay, really.” You attempted a smile again.

“Bull fucking shit, Y/N! I LITERALLY THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!” He instantly regretted his words when you flinched from his anger. The tears refused to subside from his eyes as he gently caressed the less harmed side of your face with his fingertips. “I looked everywhere for you, sweetheart…”

You were utterly confused. “What do you mean, how long have I been out?”

He sobbed. “It’s fucking Wednesday, Kiyomi! I haven’t seen or heard from you since Sunday night!” You felt like you were hit by a truck with this news. You desperately tried to raise yourself from the floor, clenching your teeth through the pain. You felt as if you had face-planted down a flight of stairs while fighting a hangover. Your head rang and the world spinned on a top.

“Holy fuck, my parents are going to think I bounced on them. Fuck!” You fumbled around to get up from the ground, struggling to breathe, but Chan firmly held you down.

“NO.” Chan looked murderous when you looked up at him in frustration.

“Chan. You don’t get it. It’s one thing to be kicked out for a night or two, but the last time I stayed out longer than that, mom had locked me in the bathroom with nothing to eat for two days. I have to leave.”

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK! Tell your dad or who the fuck ever that you are staying away, at least until you’re healed. I– I–” The sobs plummeted out of his body and you gritted your teeth as you sat up to hold him. “Please. Please, Y/N! Don’t go back. I can’t lose you…” He wrapped his arms tighter and you cried out from the pain that shot through your diaphragm and shoulder.

You instinctively clutched your sternum and doubled over, eventually falling backwards again against the ground, knocking the wind out of you. His eyes looked horrified as he gently placed his hands on your arms. “Kiyomi, w-what–?” He grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up without warning. You weren’t necessarily uncomfortable with it, you trusted him more than anything in this world. But you were afraid of what he would find underneath.

Sure enough, Black and blue bruises were blotched all over your exposed, protruding rib cage, an angry red surrounding it all. The man had fire in his eyes, shaking from ferociousness and most likely homicidal thoughts. “Fuck this, I’m taking you to the hospital.” He wrapped his arms around you, one under your back and the other underneath your knees, carrying you like a baby toward the shed door.

You screamed out in pain and the only indicative response that he was hurting to hear you like that was the slight hesitation in his step and the agony on his face. “CHAN PUT ME DOWN!”

“NO!” He yelled back through his tears.

“CHAN IF YOU DON’T PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW I’M NEVER COMING BACK!”

That made him freeze in his tracks. “W-what?” He looked down at your balled up form with saucers for eyes. “Y-you don’t mean that…”

“If you expose me, you won’t ever see or hear from me again. There is no way I could keep you and your family safe with ties like that to link my life back to you.” You were killing yourself to say the words, but your face remained fierce. Well, as fierce as it could be in its debauched state.

He turned back and gently laid you flat against the carpet again. You breathed a sigh of relief, wincing from the action momentarily. “Thank you Channie. I’ll… I’ll call mom and tell her that I need to lay low until I heal so the school doesn’t get suspicious. That I’ll find somewhere to stay out of their hair in the meantime… That should pass as a fair excuse, at least in mom’s eyes. Do you think your folks will notice if I hole up in your room? I’d stay out here, but at least your room has an ensuite bathroom I can hide in.”

He reluctantly nodded and pulled your phone from your backpack, hesitantly handing it to you. “Call her, I’m going to go make sure the coast is clear.”

- - - - - - - - - -

There were really too many tales to recount, each one worse than the next, so you decided on one of the more sordid stories, only briefly describing other smaller encounters. You had figured that if Minho really wanted to know, you might as well get the worst out of the way. You finished your trip down memory lane by telling Minho the reason why you were here. The reason you ever moved in the first place.

That night with your father. The week with Chan’s family. The move that saved your goddamned life.

You had figured he would be disgusted with you. Terrified or awestruck. You knew you would be if you were in his shoes. But all you could do was sit there in silence, refusing to look up and find out what the expression on his face had morphed into. The silence was deafening and the air crackled with preemptive lightning you knew was bound to come.

But it never did. Why the fuck isn’t he saying anything? You spared a look at his hands and you saw his knuckles were completely white with a murderous grip. You slowly raised your gaze to try and read his eyes, consequences be damned. What you saw made a chill run down your spine.

His jaw was clenched and trembling, his nostrils flared, face red as his eyes were screwed shut. You could only speculate as to why he would be so mad. You supposed it wasn’t too far off that it was because you hid this from him, making him think you were a person you really weren’t. Chan was a pure golden hearted angel, never judging you or making you feel inferior - but realistically - you knew you couldn’t expect that from everyone. No matter how much it hurt to admit it…

You stood from the bed, wanting to be anywhere but there. Always running from your fucked up past. But you abruptly felt yourself being pulled back by the wrist, falling flat back down on the unmade bed with a thud. You felt the warm presence of the man of your desires wrap you in a tight hug, laying down next to your confused body in an unyielding embrace.

You felt all of your worries and machinations wash away as you pulled him indescribably closer, grateful for allowing you to burrow into him. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, nor could he, so the two of you just laid there with your bodies intertwined and his consolatory hand ran up and down your back.

You eventually puffed out a shaky breath and looked up from where you were buried in his chest to look at his face. He stared back down at you with an expression that was part adoration and part agony. One of the arms that were wrapped around your back was pulled to your face, his fingers gliding over your forehead and behind your ear to brush a stray hair out of the way. His hand found its resting place on your cheek and the fingers of the hand on your back swirled around in soothing circles.

You looked into his glossy eyes and couldn’t control the natural force that pulled your lips to his. His thumb brushed over the permanent indentation in your cheek bone as your lips whispered and melded over each other. The moment was more intimate and loving than anything you had ever experienced.

He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “Y/N… H-how… w-why…?” You could tell he was at a loss for words and you shushed him with a chaste kiss.

“Min, it’s over now. I’m here and I’m fine. Chan saved me…” You offered him a small smile but he was remiss to return it.

“Well I can definitely say that a lot of the things I’ve been worried about have been made painfully clear now. How could you keep going back? You were literally on the brink of death, Y/N.” He stuffed his face in the crook of your neck. “I don’t even want to think of what those sick fucks would have done to you. I’ll fucking kill them.” He growled into your shoulder and you tried to calm him with your own ministrations on his back.

“It’s okay. Shhh… I’m sorry I kept it from you, Minnie. I was afraid…” He looked back up at you in confusion. “...afraid you would be disgusted with me. With the things I’ve done.” You refused to meet his eyes at your confession.

You felt his soft hand dip under your chin and lift it up to meet his eyes. “Oh, little mouse. Never think of yourself as anything less than extraordinary. You are the most strong, brave, and badass woman I’ve ever met. I think I’m starting to fall for you more and more by the second.”

Fall for me? As in love? That’s preposterous, there is no way anyone could feel that way about you knowing the things you’ve done. You were surprised enough that he didn’t run for the hills. You never could have even imagined ending up with someone who wasn’t already a pothead let alone anyone at all. You always considered Chan the only man in your life that miraculously loved you unconditionally, even if it wasn’t romantic.

He looked down at you as if he was seeing you for the first time. “So beautiful…” His hand smoothed over the curve of your waist and his eyes traced your body. He leaned in and breathed against your neck, the hot puffs stealing the air from your lungs. “So powerful for such a small little mouse.” The smell of him filled your nose with ginseng, sandalwood, and citrus and you got chills from the delicious aroma.

As his hand traveled down your body - over your waist, hip, ass - he stopped at the back of your thigh, lifting it to drag over his own hips. “Minnie…”

You’d never experienced this much desire in your entire life. Honestly, with your experience with sexual encounters, you thought you wouldn’t be interested at all. Meeting Minho completely reversed any of those thoughts and enhanced your libido tenfold. Surprisingly enough to you, you wanted nothing more in life right now than to jump this man’s bones.

You felt a wet kiss touch down on the base of your jaw and you loudly sighed in desire. You closed your eyes and felt hot waves of arousal spread over your body and through your veins, making electric shocks shoot to your nerve endings. Just a single touch from Minho was enough to thrill you into wanting and make you throw all caution to the wind.

You made your intentions very clear as you pulled your groin closer to his. Well, as much as you could in the awkward angle you two were in - facing each other on your sides. He responded in kind, grabbing your ass and pulling you flush to him.

He lightly suckled on your pulse and you threw your head back in bliss, allowing him more access. You slipped out a tiny whimper when he lightly bit the flesh on your neck, immediately soothing it with his delectable tongue. You could feel his hardening length tighten his pants as you pressed into him, making you giddy that he was just as worked up as you were.

The haze of ecstasy momentarily cleared when a pressing thought crossed your mind. “Wh-where’s Chan?” It was only but a whisper, but you knew he had heard you, stopping his sinful actions to briefly respond.

“Gone.” He moved back to your mouth, planting a sensual kiss before whispering against your lips. “Said he’d be out late…” He licked up into your mouth and you clenched your thighs around him, feeling your shorts soak with your arousal.

You took matters into your own hands and straddled your personal, beautiful incubus. You paused to look down at his gorgeous form. His iconic look of dark ripped jeans, a black v-neck t-shirt, and that same damned sexy leather jacket. You wanted it all gone.

He seemed to be appreciating you as well as his hands ran up and down your thighs that bracketed his hips. Your hands lightly crawled up his clothed chest and parked on the collar of his jacket, gripping it firmly. You leaned forward and planted a small kiss on his cheek before whispering. “Minnie… I want you…”

The groan that left his throat was low and controlled. He involuntarily grinded his hips up, making you gasp at the friction. “Oh baby…” He closed his eyes. “You’re making this so difficult for me…” His hands traveled to grope your ass and grinded you forward.

“Ngh *gasp*… Well… if you aren’t ready… can I at least take care of you?” You said between movements, breathing heavily. You scooted back slightly and splayed your hand over his rock hard bulge to encourage him. “I want… I want to taste you…” His eyes were about to pop out of his head at your bold statement. You feigned confidence.

He was breathing just about as heavily as you were and you continued to stare into each other's souls. His face looked pained in conflict as he fluttered his eyes shut from your touch. “God, Kiyomi… you’re unreal… ” He opened his eyes and searched your own for any uncertainty. He would find none, you were hungry for him and you wanted to do anything that would show him that. You decided to be a bit more daring and deftly popped open the button of his pants.

He smirked at you with that confident smile that you hadn’t realized you missed until he graced you with it. “Well you seem to have already made the decision for both of us, eager little mouse.” You bit your lip seductively, egging him on as you steadily lowered his zipper. His eyes burned in anticipation and flit between your eyes and your wandering hands. “Are you sure you want this?” His face still had that teasing demeanor, but you could hear the genuine hesitation and indecision in his voice.

You paused the exploration of your hands to gently place them on his shoulders, kissing him with a slow, passionate tenderness that you hoped would ease his doubts. When you released his lips, you whispered. “I’ve never been more sure in my life. I want all I can get from you Lee Minho.” That was all it took.

His movement was swift as he sat the two of you into a sitting position with his legs swinging over the edge - you still straddling him - making you dizzy as his lips latched onto your cleavage just above the dip in your shirt. You used this opportunity to slide off his jacket and his hands slid up under the hem of your shirt to unceremoniously yank it over your head, freeing your braless chest and lithe frame.

For half a second, it seemed like he was looking at your figure in a new light, now having known the knowledge of your previous child neglect and linking it to your current self neglect. Although you were starting to fill out gradually with proper meals, you were still severely underweight. But after that second of contemplation, he gently kissed your belly, just above your navel. His hands ran up your sides slowly as he continued kissing your torso. When his hands traveled up to take purchase of your breasts, he softly flicked his thumbs softly over your perky nipples and - at the same time - laid a sensual kiss against your visible rib cage.

You sighed in pleasure at his pure affection and pulled back momentarily to peel off his shirt, your hands returning to run through his silky mane. You rolled your hips forward to seek out the sweet friction from his erection and he squeezed your breasts harder before releasing. His mouth replaced them to latch on to one of your nipples and, with his free hands, he blindly fumbled around for your pillow and threw it down on the floor at his feet.

You knew what your next task was, so you pressed a sweet kiss on top of his head and removed yourself from his lap, slinking down onto your knees in front of him and running your hands over his magnificent clothed thighs with desire penetrating him through your eyes. Your hands slid up his legs to the hem of his jeans, feeling each and every groove in the rough fabric, and you looped your fingers underneath them and his boxers. He awaited your next move, letting you set the pace.

When you tugged on them, he lifted his hips to assist you as you gradually pulled down the offending piece of fabric. Once they were finally thrown to the side, your gaze was blown wide at his bare tumescence. There was no fucking way you could fit all of it, but you’d definitely try like hell. You were surprised with yourself when you realized your mouth was literally watering at the sight.

“Min, porn can only teach me so much. I’ll probably need your help…”

“Oh?” He smirked. “I wonder what type of porn my cute little mouse likes.” His condescending tone lit a fire in you. He leaned down to catch your gaze and whisper. “I bet it’s not so innocent, is it, darling?” His crooked smile challenged you and you wanted to do nothing more than gain the upper hand and wipe that smirk off of his face.

You unexpectedly reached forward and ran the palm of your hand up the length of his dick, applying the delicious pressure that you knew would make him weak. “Maybe you should stop stalling and find out for yourself how innocent I really am.” He shuddered and his eyes closed fleetingly, making you proud of the effect you had on him.

That was until he returned to that exigent glower. His admonitory hand raised to leisurely smooth his thumb over your lower lip. “I’ll never know until I see these pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” Your jaw dropped and it was your turn to quiver this time, making him sit back in triumph as your face lit up to an alarming shade of red. Damn him and his stupid ability to make me completely muddled with just a few words.

You absentmindedly licked the spot where his thumb grazed you and tentatively wrapped your hand around his length, your small fingers not able to fully wrap around the full width. He guided you with his hand covering your own, indicating the pressure and movements you were to execute. His dick felt like fire in your hand and it made your head spin to think about how it would feel inside of you.

The veins were prominent and you couldn’t understand why that turned you on so much. The level of arousal was apparent with how much precum he was leaking onto your hand and you felt your confidence skyrocket.

He was patient and alit with desire, but once you got the hang of it, he released you and let you continue your ministrations on your own. You could tell he was enjoying it by the way his breathing picked up and his eyes fluttered.

Again, continuing at your own pace, you placed a small kitten lick to the underside of his head, making him gasp at the abrupt sensation. The precum didn't taste awful like you had imagined, just a bit bitter.

Satisfied with his reaction, you tried to pull out some of the skills you had learned from your recent searches. Pulling away your thumb from your grasp, you completely flattened your tongue, making it wide enough to run from the base to the tip of him, flicking your tongue up at the end of his sensitive slit. You followed it up by wrapping your lips around the very tip of his sensitive head with tentative suckling.

A groan fell out of his mouth as he sighed and his fingers gravitated to intertwine through your long tresses. “Oh baby… fuck, you’re doing so good…” Your heart swelled with pride and you took in a bit more. “...just wrap your lips over your teeth and do what you feel is right. I trust you, baby girl.” You felt a fluttering in your chest and you realized that you wouldn’t rather be anywhere but here, sucking the life out of this man’s dick.

You followed his instructions, sinking down further and trying to mimic the pressure you had used with your hand. As you had previously assumed - far before he was fully sheathed - the tip hit the back of your throat making you accidentally gag and pull off. You looked up at him with a pout. “I can’t fit it all…” You wanted to cry with frustration. All you wanted was to please him, which wasn’t characteristic of you at all. You were ashamed of yourself and hated the thought of him not being satisfied with you.

He cooed at your frustration and pinched your cheek. “That's okay my little mouse. Just do however much you’re comfortable with.” He grabbed your previously used hand and placed it on the base of his length. “This can do the rest, yeah?” His smile was one of adoration and your already flushed cheeks reddened even further as you meekly nodded to him.

You returned your mouth to him and his hands continued to lace through your hair. Once you were fully choked again, the hands on the back of your head gently guided you up and down, making you hum in appreciation. As your hand had worked the rest of him, you stared up at his face. Your shorts soaked even further when you saw that he had freed one of his hands from your hair so he could lean back on it on the bed, throwing his head back in pleasure and huffing from the euphoric feeling through his raw, bitten lips.

The precum that was oozing from the tip started tasting acidic and salty, but the underlying sweetness made up for the uncomfortable sting. The hum you vibrated against him earned you a strained croak from the depths of his throat and your pride returned to you.

You decided to redouble your efforts and quickened your pace with abandon, wanting to hear more beautiful noises from him. You tried with all of your effort to swallow down his ridiculous length and not gag, but it wasn’t an easy feat. You could tell he was struggling, but he was very well controlled when it came to vocalization. You didn’t want that.

You let your mouth take the reins and you swirled your tongue around him and flicked the slit on the underside like a lollipop, letting your saliva drool out of your mouth and down his shaft. That is what did it for him. His low groan almost sounded like a growl and the hand in your hair gave delicious little tugs. “Fuck, Kiyomi… baby *ngh* so fucking good… shit.” You hummed in appreciation and you could feel his dick twitch. Your slobber was dripping down your chin and it was messy as hell, but that turned you on even further.

His gut was palpitating and you could tell he was getting close. You made eye contact with him as your free hand slid down your body to tuck underneath your shorts and make circular motions on your sensitive clit. His eyes blew open wide and you groaned at the sensation you were granting yourself, the vibration on his dick was making him come undone. “I– I’m c– cumming…” He grunted out as he tried to pull you away by your hair, but you always knew one thing - the hottest thing a person can do is swallow. So you remained firm in your actions, speeding up and sucking harder. “Y/N–!”

You felt a thick, warm liquid collide with your throat and blend in with your saliva. You stroked him a few more times to milk out the rest and then slid off of him altogether with a loud *pop*. The taste was definitely more prominent, but with the tangy substance still sloshing around on your tongue, you made sure Minho saw it as you cleaned the rest of his tip with your dripping tongue, punctuating your action with a loud ‘gulp’ at the end.

It took a moment for him to regain a modicum of composure, but when he did, he spoke with a heavy breath. ”I now have no doubt in my mind, you are indubitably a motherfucking goddess.” He fell back against the sheets and you raised from the floor to follow him, draping one leg over his own and wrapping your arms around his neck.

You were just happy that you could make him feel good. It was a goddamned miracle that he didn’t bounce out on you as soon as he heard your story. So if that meant that you would just have to take care of your own aching pussy once he left, it was well worth it.

You looked up at his resting face and his beauty never failed to take your breath away. His sharp jawbone perfectly framed his gorgeous high cheekbones and the straight slope of his nose was as if it was carved from stone. His huge, beautiful eyes were closed and his long eyelashes fanned over his cheeks like black waves.

You could've stayed there forever, just basking in the pure ethereal beauty of Minho. You took in a large inhale of his musk and earthy scent and snuggled closer to him. His bare skin felt like velvet under your touch and you took a moment to appreciate his milk and honey skin.

You raised your hand and - once again - tangled your fingers through his silky midnight hair, lightly running the tips of your fingernails over his scalp, making him hum in gratitude. Your eyes finally landed on his delicious lips. His overbite was insanely adorable, but the plumpness and slope of his lips were sexy as hell. The heavy, hot breaths he puffed out of them turned you on even more.

You found yourself licking your lips and figured you could indulge yourself just a bit more of him. While his eyes were still closed and he was still trying to catch his breath, you latched your lips onto his briefly and sweetly before ghosting down against his skin on your way to continue your open-mouthed kisses on his jaw.

He was addicting, the light sheen of perspiration on his skin gave you a salty-sweet taste that made you want to lick him all over. Your tongue traveled further to fleetingly suckle and nip on his ear. The sound he made as he sighed out made your wet shorts even more drenched.

You gripped his hair a bit harder as the other hand ran over his pecs and lightly defined abs. You started devouring him. Sucking hard against his neck, pulse point, collarbone, chest, anything that could elicit more of his sweet noises.

The arm that was wrapped around your waist underneath you snuck its way over the back of your shorts to gingerly kneed at your ass. His other hand raised up to travel his fingertips over your breast, tweaking the swollen nip periodically. His head craned back further into the bed to give you more access to mark him up and the hand that was exploring your breasts traveled further down.

His single index finger slid far too slowly down the center of your abdomen and dipped into your navel before traveling further. Your breath hitched against him when you could feel him teasing with the edge of your shorts. “Please Minnie…” You whined against his neck and you could see his dick twitch. Damn, does this man not have a refractory period?

He gained a mocking tone of voice. “Well, since you asked nicely…” You breathed heavily in anticipation as he dipped his hand down the front of your shorts before he chuckled. “Tsk tsk, no panties? Maybe my little mouse isn’t so innocent. So naughty for me.” Blood ran to your face making it bright red and you never thought you would like dirty talk, but coming from his mouth it lit you on fire. His finger dove further down into your wet shorts and found your aching pearl. You cried out as he stimulated it with figure eight movements. “Is this what you wanted, baby girl?”

You frantically nodded your head in the crook of his neck, relenting your attack on his skin in response to his sinful activities. You’d been stimulated by him before and you could now confidently say that he was a pro at this. You were breathing against him rapidly as his finger teased at your labia. He dragged his finger through the center, but not quite inside you, ending his journey with a light flick of your clit.

“Damnit Minho! Stop winding me up!” You roughly bit his shoulder and he growled at the sensation. Before you knew it, he had pushed you over on your back and hovered over you.

“I’d like to see you make me. What can a mouse even do when faced with a tiger?” His evil grin made you glare in sexual frustration.

You looked down at his now fully erect cock and your hand flew to its base, making him choke on his words. You leaned up to whisper in his ear. “If you ever want your dick in me, whether it’s now or later, you’d better stop being a fucking tease.”

You released his erection and he regained his senses. He climbed off of you in a rush and grabbed your ankles, roughly pulling you to the edge of the bed and got on his knees where you had been positioned just moments before. Your breath escaped you at light speed and excitement flowed through you like a babbling brook. He grabbed onto your soaking sleep shorts and quickly yanked them off of you (almost tearing them even).

“You asked for this, you damned bratty rat.” He growled. He immediately plunged two fingers inside of you and dove his face right in, devouring anything he could get his mouth on. His tongue joined the two fingers that were already relentlessly pumping in and out of you, making you whine at the stretch.

“Fuck–!” You watched his concentrated face as he probed you with his tongue while his nose stimulated your clit. He then moved up to your clit, sucking on it hard and looked into your eyes with an eyebrow raised as if he were taunting you. You had never felt so malleable.

Without warning, he added a third finger into you alongside the others that were abusing you. You belted out a high pitched yell and thanked god that both of your roommates were gone for the night.

“Is this what you wanted, frisky baby? For me to fuck you with my fingers?” He pulled off with your juices running down his face.

“Fuck– ngh! – I want– ah! – you to fuck me with your *gasp* dick!” His fingers were teasing across your g-spot and you were losing your composure quickly.

“All in due time, princess.” He curled his fingers up to abuse you right in the spot that made you scream. He leaned down to continue to lick up into you and flicked your sensitive bead when you felt the painful buildup in your core start to increase.

“Ah! Min please! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD don’t stop!” You saw stars burst and your vision went black for a half a second. You felt your release explode and soak your lovers hand and face, making the experience all the more euphoric. You would never let this man go if he could make you orgasm that hard just by eating you out. Your whole body was limp and you felt numb, only able to see him .

He raised up from his knees and licked his fingers clean while seductively staring at you. You would be swimming in your shorts from the sight if you were still wearing them. He then wiped his face with the back of his hand and walked into your bathroom. Moments later he returned with a damp cloth and started cleaning you. Can this man be any more fucking perfect? He threw the rag into the laundry bin and pulled his boxers on. Once he climbed back on the bed and hovered over you, that stupid ass smirk returned to his face. “Any other requests, my sweet mouse?”

Everything faded away as you looked up at him. You couldn’t believe that this man wanted you at all. It took everything in you not to cry from disbelief. You felt as if this were some sick trick, someone spending money to make this feel real just to eventually rip the rug out from underneath you and send you plummeting into darkness again. You wanted this to be real. You wanted Minho.

You grabbed his face and pulled him down so his lips could meet yours. It was slow and intimate, a drastic change from the earlier hunger. When you pulled back, you were inches from his face and staring deep into his two black pools for eyes. “Be my boyfriend.”

His smile was enormous and you had never seen anything more beautiful. He wrapped you in his arms and rolled the two of you over so you were flat on top of him with his hands tightly squeezing you in a hug. You dug your face into the crook of his neck to inhale more of his earthy and musky scent. “Fucking finally.”

You looked up at him with an unamused face. “I assume that’s a yes?” He laughed at you.

“Yes, I suppose I will keep you around.” You giggled as you smiled at him and, again, he was all you could see, the brightest light smiling at you. He usually kept a confident or indifferent composure, but this was a completely different side of Minho you had never witnessed.

“Fucking finally…” You mocked and repeated his earlier statement and he squeezed you tight while rolling around on the bed. You protested but he continued rolling you around like a ragdoll. You suddenly realized that you were still completely naked. “Min!” You laughed as he winded up squishing you with his strong body flat on top of yours.

“Mousebed, 5 stars.” He snuggled up on top of your neck.

You squeaked out. “Min… I can’t breathe!”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” He kissed your neck gently.

“I’m gonna die.”

A dramatic sigh escaped his lungs and he reluctantly rolled over to lay next to you. “I would threaten you more, but I can’t hurt my new girlfriend just yet.”

“Just yet? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You sat up and looked down at him incredulously.

He formed an evil grin. “Pain and pleasure are just two sides of the same coin, little mouse.” He grazed his hand over your thigh and your heart dropped out of your ass. Holy hell this man is going to be the death of me. Your thighs squeezed together as your pussy started to ache from excitement. And of course the bastard's eye catched it. “Excited are we?”

You pushed yourself off the bed and glared at him. “No! I was just contemplating whether to punch your stupid smug face or not!” He sat up on the bed and watched your naked body saunter off to start the shower.

“Even though you might be the most badass girl I’ve ever met–” He said it loud enough for you to hear. Without realizing he came up behind you, he wrapped his arms around you after shucking off his boxers and the two of you entered the shower as he whispered in your ear. “But I can still make you weak underneath me, baby girl.”

Your heart palpitated as he trailed open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck. “No marks, Min…” You breathed out your words in a desperate tone.

He hummed in response. “Hmm… It doesn’t seem quite fair that you marked me all over my neck, but I can’t claim you with mine.” He bit your earlobe, still swaying you back and forth with his arms around you from behind as the hot water cascaded down your bodies.

You twisted around in his arms and grabbed his shoulders, pushing him away at arm's length. He still had a cocky smirk on his face. “You want Chan to question me? Have me tell him that I’m fooling around with some other guy? You know he would want to meet the mystery man.” His smile dissipated into a scowl.

“Fuck no, I don’t want our circle thinking your fucking anyone but me.” He crossed his arms and looked like an annoyed teenager.

“Okay well, one: you refuse to fuck me. And two: the guys don’t and won’t know we’re together anyway.” He rolled his eyes and zoned out on the wall with his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. You put your hands on his cheeks and turned his head to face you. “What is it, Min?”

He grabbed your hands and pulled them off his face. “Do we seriously have to keep it a secret? It really is stupid.” His arms returned to their crossed position. “Do you not want people to know?” His voice was accusatory.

You glowered at him. “Min. Are you serious right now? Chan made his intentions blatantly clear. I don’t want my boyfriend to end up being a smear on the carpet, it would never be able to get that stain out!” That earned a repressed smile out of him and your annoyance slightly decreased. “You know I am more than proud to officially be yours… I… I just need time to change his mind…”

He tensed his jaw, closed his eyes, and let out a big sigh. “Okay…”

- - - - - - - - - -

It had been a few weeks and you and Minho had been so busy with school and work, you only got to see each other in classes. Even your tutoring days were postponed due to constant work.

When you did find a break in your schedule, you had taken the chance to find a good doctor. She was able to get you set up with an IUD for good birth control. That is… if Minho was ever ready.

You couldn’t do much fooling around at the moment anyway with all of the work you had to do. The spring season made everyone want to get out and enjoy the air. Causing more people stop by the café and more work for you.

You didn’t mind work, you actually loved your job at the coffee shop, but it also meant less Minho time. You finally started taking orders when your boss was satisfied with your Korean speech and Hangul writing.

One day during work, the boss man came to check up on things. You actually really liked him, he was patient and funny. A really chill guy. So you decided you would try your luck at a suggestion for the business.

“Good afternoon Mr. Choi! How’s your day been?” He sighed and slumped into the back room office chair.

“About as well it can be with a full day of paying bills.” He cracked his neck and looked half asleep.

“Wow, my favorite days! Don’t you have a secretary or a manager that helps you with that?”

“Psh, I fucking wish. No, I’m alone in this fight.” He leaned forward in his seat. “So what’s up girly? You needed to talk to me?”

You caught yourself nervously fiddling with your fingers and pulled them to your sides. “Yes, sir! First off, have you heard of that lounge down the road? Eunsincheo?”

“Yeah! Pretty cool little place they’ve got there. Seems really chill.” He suddenly looked more lively and you regained your confidence.

“Yeah! It’s a really nice place! My roommate actually works there—“

“Oh yeah, that muscley guy that comes to see you all the time?”

“Yeah! That’s Chan. Well, I go there a lot to see him and their coffee is… for lack of a better word, it’s complete shit.” He absolutely cackled at that and you chuckled to yourself. “Well, my point is, I was wondering if you had ever considered collaborating or creating a sister store? Both of our businesses are small and local and I feel like it would have a positive impact on not only our revenue, but also on theirs.”

He was nodding to himself in contemplation with furrowed brows. “Is this something you have discussed with their management?”

“No, sir. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself until I spoke to you first.” He seemed to appreciate that answer.

He suddenly swiveled to face the office desktop and pulled the agenda up on the screen. “How about this, you write up a plan and an outline of all the expenses and steps needed to take. I will email you a summary of our current budget and you can calculate what our potential revenue would be. If you can get that information to me by next month and it looks doable, I will let you handle the entire project.”

You almost couldn’t believe it. You were sure he would at least give you the stereotypical ‘let me think about it’ and then never mention it again. This was better than anything you could’ve asked for. You deeply bowed. “Yes, sir! Thank you so much!” You enthusiastically shook his hand. “I will work on that right away! You won’t regret this, sir.”

He laughed at your eagerness. “Well, it’s not a done deal yet, Y/N. It all depends on the budget.” He stood up and shook your hand again. “I look forward to see what you will prepare.”

You were almost jumping with joy. You couldn’t wait to tell Chan. Hell, if you got to be in charge of it, you could probably get to work at Eunsincheo with Chan, Changbin, and Jisung! Every day in this country kept getting better and better. The next time you decided to pay your dues to your Bang ‘parents’, you would have to let them know, once again, how grateful you were to them.

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 9 months

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Gifts: Part 8 - The Finale

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word count: 1377

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Lixie

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Stray Kids

𝕥𝕨: just some Changlix in the beginning <3

this fic is about tickling so if this isn’t your cup of tea i suggest scrolling! 💗

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Felix groaned as he felt someone pushing at his shoulder. “5 more minuttesss” he mumbled.

“Well, don’t you wanna get up for your birthday?” an also tired but husky voice asked him.

Felix sat up and cracked open one eye to glance at the speaker, only to come inches away from Changbin’s face.

Felix let out a shriek and fell backwards, blush coating his face. Changbin rubbed his eyes. “Good morning, sleeping beauty” He said while yawning, the scent of minty toothpaste filling the room.

He got up just to lift Felix like he was nothing, and carry him to the bathroom.

“Go brush your teeth. Fast.” Felix nodded, not wanting to keep the older boy waiting. I mean, he looked like we would fall over any minute now.

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Felix made his way out of the restroom to a half asleep boy sprawled on his bed. Felix giggled at the comical position before pulling Binnie up to wake him.

The two headed downstairs, where the rest of the group waited at the last step.

Chan ran up a few steps to meet them halfway, and then proceeded to throw Felix over his shoulder and head to the couch, settling Felix in a sitting position.

The cake came out, candles were blown, and hugs and kisses were exchanged. Felix grinned. It’s been a while since he was so happy.

Until the gift came out. It was a photo album, of the most beautiful aquamarine, filled with pictures taken from before and after debut of Felix with all the members.

Lixie could feel his eyes tearing up a little as he looked at the photos of them from years earlier.

Changbin was still so short, and Seungmin had still smiled fully. So much had changed, for the better and the worse. But they were all together, and that was what mattered.

Chan smiled at the teary eyed boy before he set the album aside, and everybody wished him a happy birthday. Felix smiled, until Jeongin made a comment that made his face heat up.

“You reallyyy tortured us for this gift huh, Felix?”

Chan smirked at the blue haired boy while Changbin and Hyunjin slowly scooted behind him.

Lixie shrieked in surprise as Hyunjin pulled him backwards into his lap, and Changbin pulled his arms up all the way over Hyunjin’s shoulders.

“Okay. Who wants to play a birthday game?” Chan asked. All the other members except Lixie cheered. Felix heated up as he realized what was really going on.

“noho please” Felix said while letting out a few anticipatory giggles.

“Why not? How about we all take turns to ask Felix a question, and if he gets it wrong, we tickle him for a whole minute! How about that?” Chan said while smiling evilly at the boy.

“I’m going first!” Hyunjin yelled as he began tracing lines on Felix’s neck.

“Wahahait!” Felix giggled out.

“No can do. Now, what am I allergic to?”

“Ihihi dohohont knohohow”

“Whoops, I’m allergic to cats. That’s a minute.” Hyunjin said while digging into Felix’s neck, blowing air into his ears.

Felix squealed at the sensation. “NAHAHA PLEHEASE!” And before Hyunjin knew it, a minute was over, and Jisung straddled Lixie’s waist.

Fingers dug into his tummy, and Felix threw his head back and whined through his laughter.

“Okay Lix. How many piercings do I have?”

“WHAHAHAT AHAHAHA YOU HAHAVE THREHEHEHEE!”

“You’re right but I still want to tickle you for revenge, so too bad.”

“THAHATS SO UNFAHAHAIR!”

Jisung soon stopped, and got off of Felix just to be replaced by Chan, and cue Felix’s begging.

“PLEASE you don’t have to-AGH!” Felix yelled as Chan snuck his hand under his shirt and squeezed his bare side.

“Oh, I do have to.” Chan smiled while digging roughly into the lee’s sides.

“NAHAHA CHAHA-CHAHAN! PLEHEASE!” Felix screamed.

“Oh shove off, old man. It’s my turn.” Seungmin commented as Chan rolled his eyes.

“WAIT. I haven’t asked my question. Felix, what’s my sister’s name?” Chan asked, going easy on the boy who looked like he was going mad, tugging on his arms to no avail.

“HAHA-HAHANNAHHH!” Felix yelled. Chan stopped and gave the boy a break while Seungmin sat on Lix’s waist.

“Oh i’m so getting you for torturing me earlier.” Seungmin laughed when Felix whined again.

Seungmin slotted his fingers in between Lix’s ribs and shook roughly, wild cackles falling from the older’s lips as he shook.

“Do I have an older or younger sister?” Seungmin yelled over Felix’s laughter.

“IHIHI DOHONT KNOHOW YOUHU DONT TAHAHALK ABOUT HEHER!” Felix screamed as Seungmin plucked his ribs, alternating in between each side, letting out loud laughs as Felix shuffled from one side to another while squealing loudly.

“Oops, that’s a minute then. By the way i have an older sister.”

Soon enough, Felix’s laughter fell silent and Seungmin stopped, getting off of the boy just for Jeongin to straddle his legs next, relishing in the begging from the lee as he pulled off his shoes.

“plehease i cahahAHAHANT JEONGIN!” Felix absolutely screamed when Jeongin wiggled one finger up his right sole.

“Damn, it was ONE finger!” Jeongin said, amazed at the older’s sensitivity, trying his hardest to grab the boy’s flailing legs.

“i knohohow” Felix admitted, yelling as multiple hands grabbed his legs.

It took the combined efforts of Chan, Minho, and Jeongin to manage to keep Felix’s legs straight.

They pulled up Lixie’s toes, and Jeongin scribbled all over his feet, and the older screamed uncontrollably at the buzzing sensation.

“Hmm, Lix, how many siblings do I have?”

“AAHHHH SHIHIHIT!” Felix couldn’t get an answer out, only screams left his mouth as Jeongin wiggled his fingers everywhere. It drove Lix crazy, and soon his laughter went silent again.

Minho straddled his legs silently after giving the boy a break, leaving Felix panting.

Felix giggled loudly as Minho lightly traced his thighs, scribbling on the inner part.

“What’s my favorite color?” A question that Felix was certain to get right.

“grehehehen?” Minho shrugged as he motioned to the others to lift his legs up, Hyunjin tightening his grip on the younger’s waist.

“WHAHAIT I got it right though!” Felix yelled, confused.

Minho only shrugged again, digging his fingers into the back of Lixie’s thighs, eliciting loud screams from the younger as he was moments away from ascending.

“AHAHHAA THAHAT TIHIHICKLES PLEHEHASE AHAHHAHAHAHA!” Lixie screeched, falling on deaf ears as he tried to pull his legs down, but 1 against 7 was never fair.

“Actually, my favorite color is mint.” Minho smirked like an evil cat when Felix screamed again.

“HAHAHA THAT’S UNFAHAHAIR!” Felix whined.

Finally, Chan motioned to Binnie, who was struggling to hold down the thrashing boy.

It took all the members to hold down Lixie, who was making it his point to thrash as much as possible to make it difficult for them to hold him down.

It was all over when Chan and Minho managed to pull up an arm each, and Changbin dug into Lix’s armpits, his worst spot by far.

“NAHAHHAHAAA PLEHEHEHEASE I CAHAHANT-” Lix’s laughter cut out very quickly, the spidery feeling too much for him as tears slowly dripped down his face.

Changbin stopped soon seeing Felix about to tap out.

“youhu ahahall suhuck” Felix panted. Seven heads snapped up, and before Felix even had a chance to think, fingers were descending on every spot he could think of.

Their hands never stayed in one spot for long, however, instead switching and scribbling every few seconds.

“STAHAHAHAP! GUHUHUHUYS IM SAHAHAHARRYYYY! PLEHEHEASE!” Felix screeched as he couldn’t catch up with all the ticklish feelings.

He thrashed and shook, but it was no use. His laughter fell silent, his face reddening as tears dropped down his neck.

Soon enough they all stopped, not wanting to actually kill the blue haired boy. Lixie panted as hands rubbed on his body to get rid of the ghost tickles.

“ihihim sohohorry” Felix whined.

“Sorry for whattt?” Han questioned, raising his eyebrows.

“ihihim sohorry for tihickling youuu” Felix said, too exhausted to even think straight.

They all hugged him as they lifted Lixie off the ground and took him to his bed.

Let’s just say cuddling was the only thing on their agenda that day.

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i’m sorry it’s so long but i couldn’t cut anything out 😭 also im preetyy sure lixie would know the answers to all of these in real life, just imagine for this fic pls 😉

this is definitely my longest fic and I hope you enjoy!

love you all and please check my intro before interacting! 💗💖

i’m sorry if it’s a lil too cheesy for u guys 😭

-scratch that sorry if u hate it in general 🥹

Thank u all for supporting me through this series and i hope you enjoy!

#sana's gifts fic series #kpop tickle #skz tickle #midzywannabeitzy #skz #stray kids #i’m really worried y’all would hate this #ugh

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writingforstraykids · 7 months

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Addicted to you - Chp. 4

Pairing: Minchan (mention of Felix | ot8)

Word Count: 4772

Summary: The next morning, Minho gets caught slipping out of Chan's room, only to find out that Felix knows damn well what happened the night before. Chan can't help himself, teasing Minho right back into bed. Minho decides to trust him all the way...

Warnings/Tags: top!chan, bottom!minho, first time

A/N: I promise there'll be more plot in the next one😂 ~ Moon🌙

Chp. 3 | Chp. 5

Say you're mine I swear friends don't get this close Pull you in, exchanging souls Trace my skin, losing control eyes don't lie - Isabel LaRosa

The next morning, Minho slipped out of Chan’s room early. But he stopped in his movements as Felix’s bedroom door opened, which was right next to Chan’s, and he stepped out. Minho stood still for a moment, his hand still on the doorknob as he met Felix’s eyes.

“Morning, Minho hyung,” he said and tilted his head at him. “Why are you wearing Chan’s clothes?”

Minho looked down at himself and mentally cursed at himself. Chan had lent him some clothes last night since his needed to be cleaned after the night’s activities. “Uh, we were watching a movie, and I got cold. I was too lazy to walk back to my room, so Chan hyung lent me some of his.”

Felix raised his eyebrows at his words, giggled softly and rolled his eyes. Minho stared at him nervously. “You’re so bad at lying, it’s actually adorable.” Felix breathed out, a knowing smile on his lips.

“Do you want to get punched early in the morning?” Minho playfully threatened.

"Fuck, Channie hyung." he mocked his moans from the previous night. Minho's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He heard them through the walls. "Oh Chan, just like that." he went on, and Minho quickly covered his mouth.

"Shh, you dumbass," he shushed him and looked down the hall to make sure no one else heard. Felix grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his room, shutting the door behind them.

“You two have been spending a lot of time together lately,” Felix said, leaning against the door. His eyes focused on him only.

“And?” Minho asked. “I could say the same about you with Changbin or Hyunjin.” He tried to change the focus on Felix.

“You could, but you already know what’s up,” Felix told him and sat down at the edge of his bed. He looked at him expectantly, waiting on him to tell the truth. “So?”

“Felix,” he breathed out a soft chuckle before sitting down next to him. He didn’t look at Felix as he continued to speak. “We talked about relationships, first kisses, and stuff. And I may have been a little too open…”

“Oh?” his tone prompting Minho to keep explaining.

“In my defense, he casually dropped the bomb that he has casual sex quite often,” Minho said, and Felix smirked knowingly. Minho saw the subtle action and narrowed his eyes at the man next to him. “Why aren’t you surprised? Lixie, do you know everyone’s dirty secrets around here?”

“I must be really trustworthy,” he grinned. “But actually, I walked in on Chan and some guy accidentally one day.”

“Just like you accidentally walked in on me,” Minho said, a light blush dusting his cheeks and ears at that memory.

“You didn’t lock your door,” he pointed out. “I just wanted to get my sweater back.”

“It was my day off, and you all said you wouldn’t be back before evening!” he defended himself with a soft whine.

“Which you thought was the perfect opportunity to fuck yourself stupid with that toy,” he giggled, and Minho punched his arm. “I still think you looked hot, by the way.”

“Shut up,” he groaned and rolled his eyes at him. “We both know that’s why you kissed me two days later.”

“Hey, you wanted it as much as I did.” Felix defended himself playfully.

“I was joking!” he protested and giggled softly as Felix rolled his eyes at him. “But it was lovely, so forget it.”

“Mhm, so back to the topic at hand,” he circled back. “What happened?” he asked curiously.

“I might’ve told him about us.” he chuckled, and Felix’s body tensed just slightly.

“How did he take it?” he asked.

“He didn’t seem to mind it that much. He wasn’t really surprised by it either,” he told him, frowning softly. “We might’ve seemed closer than just friends at the time.”

“And then?”

“Well, the day you stormed into my room unannounced once again,” he said, and Felix laughed again. “Chan was there.”

“What?!” Felix shrieked but covered his mouth quickly after realizing what time it was. “What?” he whispered.

Minho quickly filled him in on the events of that day. “He heard you saying that you miss that fucked out look on my face,” he chuckled. “That’s why he ignored us both for two days. He was kinda jealous.”

“God, I thought I did something wrong or upset him.” he groaned and breathed out, rolling his eyes at his newfound ease.

“Anyway, that’s what led to that talk I just told you about. Then I reminded him that I can take care of myself just fine, but um…I think Chan’s thoughts were elsewhere. After saying that, he suddenly called me kitten,” Minho said. “You know what pet names do to me,” He bit the inside of his cheek. “We kissed pretty soon after that.”

“Judging by the sounds, you two did more than just kiss,” Felix reminded him smugly, and the blush on Minho’s face deepened. “Yes, you were a little loud but still as whiny as I remember.”

“I swear to God I will punch you,” he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Fuck, I really hoped no one would hear.”

“Well, Chan’s bed is on the same wall as mine, of course, I’d hear,” he giggled. “Did you two-?”

“No,” Minho shook his head. “He was a little drunk, and I didn’t want our first time to be a drunken night,” he told him, fidgeting with his sleeves. “You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? Chan will kill me.”

“My lips are sealed, Minho hyung,” he promised, winking at him. “But…what’s your plan?”

“He kind of confessed he had a crush on me for quite a while. I made it clear I won’t be one of his one-night stands. He agreed and also offered me to come to him the next time I feel needy.” he said, blushing a little at Felix’s excited expression. “Why do you look so excited?”

“I knew he’d come around one day!” he cheered, and Minho shushed him, giggling.

“He doesn’t want to give it a term yet and said we’ll figure it out along the way. Whatever that’s supposed to mean.” he shrugged.

“I’ll kick his ass if he doesn’t take you on a date like yesterday,” Felix said, making his hyung laugh.

“I’ll keep you updated in secret,” he promised, holding up his pinky finger. Felix smiled and sealed the pinky promise. Minho smiled, the friendship between the two growing stronger by the day. He knew that if no one else had his back, Felix would. “So, how are things going for you?”

“Changbinnie is a very sweet boyfriend, as per usual,” he smiled softly. “Hyunjin still likes to tease me in public too much for my own good,” he laughed.

“I think it’s time to put him in the air fryer,” Minho grinned jokingly. “And there’s still no jealousy or anything between you?”

“You know Hyunjin likes that we aren’t a couple. It gives him more opportunities to drive Hannie crazy for a change. Binnie has a soft spot for him, so he has no issue sharing.” Felix shrugged absentmindedly. A sudden memory flashed in his mind, and a blush settled onto his cheeks.

But Minho noticed the change in his face. “What?” Minho asked curiously.

“Last time they talked about sharing me in bed for a change,” he whispered, and Minho’s eyes widened. “I think I’ll die with that much attention on me at one time.”

“I’ll let your mother know you died happily,” he told him before they both broke out into laughter. Once they settled down, he continued, “I should get going before the others wake up. And before Changbin kicks my ass for being in your room this early in the morning.”

“Wearing Chan’s clothes,” Felix added, grinning smugly from ear to ear.

Minho got up quickly and opened the door, peeking out into the hallway. “We’ll talk later, Lixie,” he giggled before slipping outside. Minho had barely stepped away from Felix’s door when Chan’s door opened. He stepped outside, wearing a wide black sweater and matching sweatpants. He had his backpack with him, and Minho knew he'd probably head to the gym. “Morning, Channie hyung,” he said, and Chan looked up surprised.

His face softened at the sight of him, and a sweet smile covered his lips. “Morning, kitten,” he said playfully, smirking at the soft blush settling on Minho’s cheeks. “Don’t you look pretty in my clothes?”

Minho suddenly felt shy and lowered his gaze, trying to hide the stupid smile covering his lips. Chan took a few steps forward and wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling him in. Minho’s heart skipped a beat as he met Chan’s eyes, not quite knowing where his mind was. Chan leaned in a little more, and his lips brushed over Minho’s.

“Channie,” he whispered.

He smiled before kissing him soft and lovingly, a complete change compared to yesterday. Minho melted against him at the tenderness and forgot his prior concerns of someone catching them. “I think staying away from you in front of the kids will be harder than I thought,” Chan told him quietly.

“I didn’t do anything.” he giggled quietly and brushed his nose against Chan’s, seeking another kiss.

“You’re effortlessly beautiful and cute, that’s the issue.” Chan chuckled.

“You seemed quite fine with that before,” he shrugged.

“That’s before I knew how pretty you look beneath me.” he whispered against his lips.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” he teased, and Chan kissed him in response.

“As I said, whatever you feel comfortable with.” he told him gently and reached up, caressing his cheek.

“I might not let you fuck me senseless yet, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the view.” he winked at him cheekily.

“I’ll be at the gym for a bit, why don’t I have you for breakfast when I come back?” he suggested and smirked at the tiny gasp that left Minho’s lips. He leaned forward and whispered right next to his ear, “Let’s see whose tongue you like better.”

Minho’s stomach flipped right there, and he closed his eyes to control his increasing heartbeat. “You can’t possibly think I’d wait that long.” he told him and grabbed Chan by his sweater, pulling him back into his room.

Chan giggled. “I was counting on it.” he said, closing the door and pushing him against it.

“Fuck you,” he said and swallowed at Chan’s amused expression. It wasn’t hard to feel a dominating aura coming from Chan. It just seemed so natural.

“Behave, or I’ll change my mind and make you wait.” he said, licking his lip at Minho’s offended look. Oh, he loved a challenge.

“Fine.” he rolled his eyes and looked at him expectantly.

“Give me a moment, I have an idea.” he said before leaving the room. Leaving Minho waiting.

Minho blinked, confused, and sighed softly before sitting at the edge of Chan’s bed. What was he looking for? He was starting to get bored after a while and fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. “What’s taking you so long now?” he cursed softly and braced himself on his elbows as Chan opened the door again, locking it behind himself. “Well, hello there. I see you found your way back.”

Chan raised his eyebrows at him amused, and bit his lower lip as Minho spread his legs, tilting his head at him. “I gave Felix my card and told him to go out for breakfast with Changbin and Jisung. The rest are away for a couple more days anyway.” he said.

Minho nodded gently. Seungmin, Jeongin, and Hyunjin were traveling abroad on vacation and would return in two days. “How considerate,” he said sarcastically.

Chan snorted and walked over. “I didn’t do this for them,” he said, leaning down, bracing himself next to Minho’s arms. “This time, I want to hear you fall apart.”

Minho met his eyes and grinned. “Is that a kink?”

“I didn’t know I liked it until a few days ago.” he confessed, and Minho’s eyes widened.

“I’m flattered,” he smirked before leaning up to kiss him. “Are they gone already?”

As in on time, the echo of the door closed downstairs, and Chan pulled away laughing. “I guess so. Changbin never disappoints.”

Minho laughed before searching through Chan’s eyes. “How do you want me?”

Chan leaned to the side, opening the drawer of his bedside table. He took out a long piece of smooth silk and held it up. “Would you feel comfortable with me tying your hands to the bed?”

“I think that’s alright.” he nodded and scooted back a little.

Chan put it aside briefly and captured his lips in a feverish kiss, hands slipping beneath his shirt and roaming up his torso. Minho kissed back, letting him have his way, smirking to himself as Chan removed his shirt before taking off his own. Once Minho got comfortable, hovered over him, smiling softly.

Minho pulled him down against his body, the feeling of their skin touching sending electric waves through his skin. His hands roamed up Chan’s strong back as they continued kissing. He swiftly wrapped his legs around his waist. Chan’s hand wandered down, grabbing his thigh and squeezing it gently. He closed his eyes as Chan started kissing down his neck and tangled his hand in his curls. “Feels so good, Channie hyung.” he sighed softly and let his head fall back into the pillow, exposing more of his skin for him.

“I just have to be careful not to leave any marks,” he sighed, teasingly licking a trail up from his neck and behind his ear. “Which is a shame.”

Minho chuckled weakly and hummed as Chan kissed down his jaw. “Just put them where no one will see.”

Chan didn’t need a second invitation and moved further down, full lips traveling down his torso. He hummed, pleased as Minho squirmed beneath his touch. The second he felt Chan’s teeth graze over his skin, his hands tangled in his hair. He made sure to leave a small trail of marks all over his stomach, moving further down with each one. Minho’s tiny whimpers and moans filled the room, already breathless as he glanced up. “Enjoying yourself, kitten?” he asked. Minho moaned in response to the pet name. “I’ll take that as a yes.” he giggled and pulled down Minho’s sweatpants a little, exposing his lower abdomen.

He kissed the newly exposed skin, and Minho whined sweetly above him.

“Fuck Chan, stop teasing,” he begged and stretched his arms out for him. “Tie me up, do whatever you have to. But please do something.”

Chan giggled softly but did as he said, grabbing the silk and gently tying his hands together and to the headboard. “Too tight?” he asked and calmingly kissed him.

“No, it’s fine.” he assured him.

“May I?” he asked as he sat between his legs and rested his hands on his hips.

“Yes, please.” Minho nodded and lifted his hips to make it easier for him to remove his pants and underwear in one go. He felt a little exposed after that, already semi-hard from what they had been doing before. Chan’s intense gaze made him blush and squirm a little. “What?” he asked timidly.

“You look even more beautiful than I imagined,” he told him, and Minho blushed heavily.

“Pervert,” he teased.

“Says the one who thinks about me while getting off.” Chan gave back smugly.

“You’re so lucky I can’t hit you right now,” Minho squinted his eyes at him, playfully offended. That lit a fire in Chan’s eyes Minho had never seen before. He watched as Chan took off his own sweatpants with a new goal. He didn’t care to take his time anymore. But he was still going to be careful with his kitten. “Chan hyung?”

“Yes?” he asked and gently caressed his thighs.

“I…I think I’ll let you take things a step further.”

Chan searched his eyes in surprise. “Are you sure?”

“Right now I am,” he chuckled and chewed on his lower lip. “I think I am.”

He nodded as his fingers slowly trailed up his thighs, leaning down to kiss him. “I’ll ask you again once we go further, okay?”

“Okay,” Minho nodded and kissed him sweetly.

“No pressure. I won’t be offended if you decide differently, alright?” he doubled down, and Minho nodded again. Chan placed a pillow beneath his hips and made himself comfortable between his legs.

Minho’s head fell back as Chan parted his cheeks and licked a slow trail from his entrance to right underneath his balls. The moment he began to push his tongue into him, Minho’s moan occupied the room, and he pulled at the silk tie, holding his hands hostage. The feeling was slightly overwhelming in the moment, being as though it’s been a while since Minho was intimate with someone. “Fuck, Chan,” he moaned as the older one started squeezing his thighs, ass, and hips. He held him in place as he ate him out deliciously. He got lost in the delicious feeling but slightly hated that he couldn’t grip onto Chan’s soft curls. But the feeling of being tied up whilst Chan had his way with him sent chills down his spine like no other.

Chan didn’t hold himself back either, gently grinding down on the mattress as he moaned and opened him up further with his tongue. The way Minho squirmed above him, the pretty sounds leaving his mouth, and how his body reacted to his movements made Chan unbearably hard. As this continued for a little while, Minho’s moans became whiny and desperate, making Chan’s stomach flip. He pulled back, and the protesting weak sound that left his lips made Chan’s heart flutter. “So beautiful,” he told him, kissing from his knee and down his inner thigh slowly before repeating the process on the other side.

“Chan hyung, please.” Minho whined softly. He could feel tears begin to settle in his lower lash line, but they refused to fall.

“Please, what?” he asked and reached down, teasingly rubbing his thumb over his tensing hole. He felt it flutter with anticipation of what was to come.

Minho groaned and tried to move his hands, but the silky restraint held him back. “Don’t make me beg,” he whispered.

Chan looked down at him, and his breath stopped for a second. Minho’s chocolate eyes were hooded with lust, his lips swollen from their heated kissing, and a slight blush had settled on his cheeks. His hair was starting to stick to his forehead, and the marks on his torso were slowly becoming more visible. “Fuck, you should’ve come with a warning.”

“What?” he asked, blinking up at him softly.

“Caution: Extremely hot! Handle with care.” he grinned, and Minho’s jaw dropped.

“You’re so fucking stupid, I hate you,” Minho started giggling and pulled at his restraints. “Take this off. You deserve a proper kiss.”

Chan giggled softly and did as he said, gently removing the silk from his wrists. Before he could react, Minho had pushed him down onto the mattress and straddled his lap. He leaned down and kissed him heatedly, grinding down on Chan’s lap and pulling a sweet moan from his lips. Minho crawled further down and gently tugged at Chan’s boxers, glancing up at him. Chan lifted his hips to let him pull them down. He couldn’t hide the blush creeping up his neck and ears as Minho’s eyes widened slightly at the size of him.

Minho’s mouth began to water at the sight, licking his lips. “Where’s the lube, handsome?” he asked, sitting back on his thighs again. Chan reached into the drawer of his bedside table, taking out the small bottle and flicking its cap open. He sat back against the headboard, pulling Minho with him, and kissed him gently.

“Want to know what my fingers actually feel like?” he asked, and Minho nodded, allowing him to go on. Chan poured some onto his fingers, spreading it, and reached behind Minho. He wrapped his other arm around his waist to steady the younger male. “Relax,” he whispered, slowly pushing in the first finger.

Minho moaned in his ear, steadying his breathing to adjust to the distantly familiar feeling. He wrapped his arms around his neck and tangled his hand in his hair. He scratched his scalp a bit, forcing a low groan from Chan’s chest. Chan soothingly rubbed his lower back as he added another finger after a while of gently opening him up.

Minho was right, Chan’s fingers felt so much better than his own already. Once Chan was four fingers deep, he buried his face in his shoulder, moaning wildly at the stretch of his hole around his fingers. His hyung located his prostate, and Minho’s body shook at the sudden contact. “Oh, right there,” he breathed out and whimpered as Chan’s fingers brushed over it again. Minho’s hips moved in tandem with Chan’s fingers. Chan was intoxicated by the sounds coming from the man in his arms. It ignited his need to throw him on the bed and ruin him. But he pushed it aside to ensure Minho was comfortable and feeling the utmost pleasure. But he was brought back to reality at the sound of his voice. “Okay, I’m ready,” he spoke through his broken moans. He couldn’t wait much longer, feeling Chan’s dick pressing up against him.

“Are you sure?” Chan asked, and Minho nodded impatiently. “How do you want to start?” he asked. Minho feeling comfortable was more important than anything else to him right now.

Minho thought for a moment. “Can I try riding you for now?” he asked. It shouldn’t work much differently than with one of his toys. He’s been stretched just enough. And that way, he’d be in control over the pace for the start.

“Whatever you feel most comfortable with,” he nodded. “I’ll stop whenever you want.”

He nodded, getting a little nervous. He knew Chan would never hurt him, but he also couldn’t help his body tensing at what was to come. Chan rolled a condom over his dick and covered himself with lube before nodding at Minho. He grabbed his dick, aligned it with his hole, and took another deep breath before slowly pushing into him. Minho bit his lower lip and braced himself on Chan’s shoulders as he sunk further down slowly. He angled and made careful movements of his hips. He couldn’t help but moan quietly at the feeling and squinted his eyes a little at the burning stretch. Chan was bigger than the toys he was used to. He needed a bit more time adjusting to it. “Channie, I need some help, please?” he pleaded softly.

Chan gently rested his hands on his hips and kissed his cheek. He guided him down carefully, planting soft kisses on his jawline and neck. Once he was buried fully inside of him, they both groaned at the feeling.

“Holy shit,” Minho moaned out, feeling full already.

“Are you okay, kitten?” he asked, on alert for Minho’s comfort level.

“Yeah, you just feel a lot better than I imagined,” he chuckled breathlessly.

“Fuck, Min,” he breathed out and tightly gripped the sheets with one hand to steady himself, closing his eyes. He could feel the fluttering of his hole contracting around his cock as he adjusts to his size. But each gentle squeeze on his cock was driving him crazy.

Minho chuckled softly and buried his face in Chan’s neck. “Give me a moment,” he told him, taking a few deep breaths to relax and focus on the pleasurable sensations. Once he pulled back, he noticed Chan gripping the sheets and looked up at his face, giggling softly. “Are you alright?”

Chan slowly opened his eyes and looked at him, adorably concentrated. “You’re so tight, it feels amazing. I’m just trying to hold myself back, that’s all.”

Minho smirked and nudged their noses together before kissing him sweetly. He lifted his hips before sitting back down on him. Chan moaned into their kiss and rested one hand on his lower back as Minho finally started moving. Minho ran his hand through his curls and started riding him, kissing him with enough fire to leave them both breathless.

Chan’s hand roamed over his body, his lips chasing Minho’s as they kissed. Knowing they were alone, he didn’t hold back anymore and let Minho hear how good he felt. “You’re doing so good for me, kitten,” he groaned in his ear.

Minho moaned out as his eyes fluttered closed. He felt the compliment boosting his confidence. He started kissing down Chan’s neck, and the moans he drew from him were music to his ears. “Did you imagine it like this?” he whispered next to his ear.

Chan’s grip on his hip tightened. “You have no idea what you made me think about before,” he told him as he chased after his lips, kissing him passionately and biting his lower lip. “I wanted you for so long, Minho.”

Minho moaned softly at the confession and shivered, thinking of all the things Chan could’ve imagined. “Is that why you started sleeping with guys?” he asked, remembering that Felix told him Chan's preferences had changed over time.

Chan’s hand sunk into Minho’s hair, and he bit his lip harder. “What if I told you I called them by your name?”

That was it for him. Minho could’ve cum right there, and it took everything in him not to. All he got out was a whimper as he shivered above him. "Channie," he whined out, feeling his thighs growing weak.

Chan got the message and switched their positions, laying Minho down on his back. He captured his lips in a kiss as he started thrusting into him at a steady pace.

Minho buried his hand in his hair, wrapping his legs around his waist, and threw his head back. "Fuck," he pushed out between broken moans.

Chan changed the angle a bit and located Minho's prostate. Minho fell apart beneath him as he repeatedly hit his prostate, keeping the rhythm steady but gentle enough. Minho was a moaning mess, each one coming out in tandem with the repeated thrusts Chan gave him. Chan kept a firm grip as he fucked Minho, bringing them both closer to their end. "Minho, I'm close," he warned him with a painful groan.

"Don't stop," Minho begged, focused on chasing his own release. His whole body was flooded with pleasure, he had never felt that good during sex before and wished the moment would never end. Chan grabbed his dick, stroking him, and Minho fell over the edge before he could stop it. "Channie~," he moaned loudly as he spilled all over their chests. Chan kissed him sweetly, still thrusting and chasing his own relief. Through his own panting, trying to catch his breath, Minho realized that Chan hadn't finished yet. "Let me hear how pretty my name sounds when you cum in me."

Chan's eyes rolled back at that, and the whimper that left his throat was sinful. It didn’t take much longer before his hips stilled, and his cock filled the condom with his hot cum, moaning Minho's name beautifully. All that could be heard in the room was their heavy panting and barely audible whimpers. Minho whined softly as Chan pulled out of him gently. Chan took off the condom, tied it close, and threw it into the bin. He grabbed the towel from his backpack, wiped their chests, and cleaned Minho up before cuddling him close.

Minho hummed, satisfied at the warmth of his body indulging him, and buried his face in his bare chest. He was tired but happy. "That was..," he trailed off, afraid of saying something to throw the moment off. Chan must've had sex better than that a hundred times before.

"Pretty amazing." Chan finished his sentence.

Minho’s heart froze at his words. "Wait, really?" Chan hummed happily and cuddled him close. "You don't regret messing around with a virgin?"

"Min, you're underestimating yourself once again," Chan chuckled and kissed his head. "It was great, honestly."

"Oh," he nodded dumbly before smiling up at him. "Let's do this again sometime?"

Chan chuckled softly. "You bet."

Minho blinked and then pushed out a sigh. "Well, we can’t get comfortable like this. We have to take a shower and get dressed before they come back."

"Ugh, I hate it when you're right." Chan groaned, making Minho chuckle.

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cutiedwaekki · 5 months

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santa ? ♡

—jack frost coming for y'all , run , run

Changbin x Felix

summary : Changbin doesn't belive in chrismas in general , to remedy this he received a very particular punishment

contain : magic weight gain ; not consented weight gain ; slightly denial ; fluff ; felix being a total simp ; idk how to tag it

enjoy ♡

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No, Changbin didn't believe in Christmas, Santa Claus and all that stuff. For him, it was all about over-spending, buying more and spending more.

Not that he came from a sad family that had never celebrated Christmas; on the contrary, he came from a fairly well-off family and saw the same Christmas carols every year at the same time:

Christmas songs that everyone knew by heart, big Christmas trees, lots and lots of presents, and people dressed up as Santa Claus.

Oh Santa Claus .... he hated him even more than he hated Christmas .... for him, the logic of an overweight old man creeping up chimneys every year to give presents to children was simply unrealistic and frightening.

But he wasn't grumpy during December, don't worry, he didn't like the moment personally, but he didn't mind those who celebrated it. For example, when Chan his best friend went back to Australia to celebrate with his family, he just said "enjoy your family", not "have a nice Christmas", but everyone was used to that. That Changbin didn't like, doesn't like and never will like Christmas.

All except Felix.

Felix was Changbin's boyfriend, they'd known each other for 2 or 3 years and had started dating over a year and a half ago. He was Changbin's exact opposite, he loved Christmas more than anything else, it was the only time of year when he fell back into childhood. The time when everyone agreed to do the same thing. He loved the joy when he walked the streets.

So how could Changbin not like it? He did everything he could to make him love Christmas, watching Christmas movies, eating Christmas cookies and even wearing Christmas sweaters (which, by the way, really highlighted his musculature), but Changbin still didn't like Christmas.

But he loved Felix and to please him, agreed to watch those cliché movies, eat cookies and wear itchy sweaters.

But one night, in a single moment, Felix looked up at the sky and hoped that one day Changbin would enjoy Christmas like he did. But his words may have gone beyond his thought

—"If he has to be punished to learn, then do it, I want him to have a good time at least".

Without knowing it, he had just sealed Changbin's fate.

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The next day was December 24, Felix was still spending Christmas Eve with his parents, and this year he had kindly forced Changbin to come along, who had agreed to meet Felix's parents if he couldn't come to celebrate Christmas.

But as he got up the oldest noticed something, something strange, when he walked he felt heavier, he went curiously to the bathroom and discovered with horror what had happened to him during the night.

His cry of horror was loud enough to rouse Fleix, who in turn got up and almost ran to him to see what had happened.

—"Binnie, what's happening?" he cried, before the oldest turned to him.

It was then that he realized.

Her previously raven-black hair had turned gray/silver, but the most astonishing thing, apart from her hair change, was his stomach, which had once been flat and was now pushing against his shirt.

Was it his wish that had caused this? He didn't want Changbin to be traumatized!

.... But on the other hand, it could be the perfect reason for Changbin to believe in Christmas at last!

—"Maybe Santa punished you for not believing in him?"

—"Lixie, you're not helping me, stop it with your stupid stories! "

As he said this, a wave of heat swept through his body, his belly swelled further, completely lifting his shirt, his hips began to widen too, his hard ass became soft and plump , her thighs cinched wide enough so they could rub together and his previously toned and muscular arms had become even fatter, this time with fat, enough for the sleeves of his t-shirt to break and the seams to rip.

Felix couldn't help but be frightened by what was happening to his lover through his own fault and

... on the other hand, found him strangely sexy.

Changbin was ashamed of himself, that Felix had witnessed this too made him blush as he supposed the youngest must have been disgusted by him.

He sincerely thought that as Felix left without saying a word, his heart cracked in two as tears began to fall.

At the same time, Felix returned with a larger top to fix the ripped seam.

-"Binnie, my baby don't cry" he exclaimed before he came to hug him warmly (allowing himself to see that his whole body had become plump and round and so comfortable to cuddle).

—"I ... I thought you were going to abandon me" he said as he cried, hugging his lover tightly to him.

—"I would never dare, Binnie! You were so beautiful yesterday and you're even more beautiful today".

The oldest smiled before kissing him tenderly

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—"Are you sure you want us to go to my parents' house anyway? We can refuse if you don't feel well" Felix reassured.

—"Sure, let's go, it's a chance for you to see your parents for once in Korea too!"

Although Changbin honestly didn't have anything to wear with his sudden weight gain, contenting himself with wearing a red Christmas sweater that matched Felix's, which was surprisingly the right size.

But that wasn't what made him love Christmas all the more, he scratched the sweater, grimacing at its new appearance, followed by Felix, who stuck to him like a magnet, kissing and cuddling him. He was suddenly even more cuddly than usual, was it because of Christmas or the weight he'd just gained?

—"Let's go quickly before I take off this damned Christmas sweater", exclaimed the oldest, stepping forward.

At the same time, Felix saw the oldest's ass widen a little more and his thighs thicken. But Changbin didn't notice and just assumed that the pants he was wearing were tight.

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Arriving in front of the youngest's house, they both took a deep breath, Changbin because he was going to have to spend long hours in a Christmas decoration and pretend he liked it and Felix because he was afraid that during the meal Changbin would say something that might prejudice him.

Not to his family, no, he already knew that they would all adore him as much as he love him, in fact he was thinking of what the oldest might say that would influence his body.

But ever since they got into the car, he'd been staring at his belly, which had been pushing against his sweater since the start of the trip. In the meantime, he had turned on the radio and All I Want For Chrismas Is You had been playing, which had annoyed Changbin and made him grow even fatter, at least to the point where his belly was showing through his sweater.

As they got out of the car, they were greeted by Felix's mother, who embraced her son tightly and did not fail to do the same to Changbin, who even before saying hello was already being treated as if he were her son, which reassured his poor anxious heart.

—"You must be Changbin, I'm so happy to finally meet you! You look wonderful in that Santa Claus disguise!" Complimented the mother, who before Changbin could retort went back inside because one of her nephews was crying.

—"Did she just politely say I was fat, Lixie ?" asked the oldest, still in shock at Felix's cooing and poking at his belly.

—"Maybe, but let's be honest, you're way more sexier than Santa."

Again, before Changbin had time to reply, Felix hurried back inside the house, his cheeks flushed.

—"He's going to drive me crazy"

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Finally, when they had returned, the meal was ready and everyone was waiting for them. They had pretexted a little last-minute errand and no one had asked them any questions. Felix wanted to talk to Changbin, but his mother was monopolizing him. He was almost offended, but he didn't want to complain either.

—"So, Changbin, tell us everything! How did you meet Felix!" Madam Lee exclaimed with a big smile.

After all when Felix confessed to his mother that this year he wouldn't be coming alone, everyone was surprised and happy, eager to get to know the man in the young Australian's life.

Luckily, Changbin wasn't shy and told them how he'd met him, how he'd fallen in love with him and how he'd held his hand tightly while looking at him with a loving expression. It was enough to make everyone coo, including Felix's father, who only played hard to get for a moment.

—"It's so cute! Besides, Felix is such a Christmas fan, you must love this time of year just as much to dress up as Santa Claus for him," added his father, who was also alluding to the physique of the oldest. In fact, his red sweater, his grey hair and the fact that he was so overweight at this time of year reminded everyone of Santa Claus, although apart from a genial laugh he said nothing more, because to confess that just yesterday he had black hair and was thirty kilos lighter would be impossible to believe.

—"Stop it, you're going to embarrass him" defended Felix, who discreetly placed his hand on oldest's thigh and rubbed it to reassure him.

it was going to be a very long evening

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During the meal , everyone took advantage of the moment to chat but especially eat.

Except for Changbin, whose new chubby appearance made Felix's mother assume he had a big appetite and serve him large quantities of food he couldn't refuse.

He ate in silence under Felix's astonished gaze, the first time in his life he'd seen him do so. He wasn't eating, he was gorging. When his sweater reveal his belly, it wasn't because of his punishment but because of how much he was eating. Surely this weight had increased his appetite, for in the end he didn't even complain of a stomach ache.

Nevertheless, towards the end of the meal, as dessert arrived, one of Felix's little cousins, who must have been about 6 or 5 years old, approached the oldest with big eyes, drawing everyone's attention as he asked in a shy voice "Are ... are you santa?"

Changbin would have liked to answer in the negative, he was fed up with being told that, but the boy's hopeful look made him take another whiff, he gave him a big smile and answered "Yes, it's me, do you want to sit on my lap?" The boy's eyes lit up as Changbin carried him to his knees, while the other adults present immortalized the moment.

—"So... tell me everything".

The little boy cuddled Changbin before finally expressing himself.

—"My name is Jake, and I've been very good this year".

—"Oh really? What a good boy!"

—"But this year I don't want any presents, understand? I want Jungwoo to stay with me and not move out!"

Then they all cooed. He'd heard that Jake's mother had a long-time friend who was moving out because her husband was being transferred abroad. When he heard that Jake was talking about his friend's child, he pouted slightly, but what could he say? He wasn't going to lie to a child!

—"You know... Santa can't give you that, but I can promise you that when you're older you'll have Jungwoo with you forever".

The child, although disappointed, was pleased with Santa's answer and smiled broadly again.

—"Really? Do you promise?"

—"If Santa's lying, who's to believe hm?"

Everyone laughed as Jake quickly got off Changbin's knee to tell his cousins what Santa had told him.

Finally, for the rest of the evening, Changbin was used as Santa Claus for all the children who climbed onto his lap to ask him for presents.

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—"Well, for someone who hates Christmas, you acted in the spirit of Christmas," joked Felix on the way home.

Changbin just chuckled, it was true that he'd had a good evening, he didn't regret it and didn't even complain when Last Chrismas came on the radio.

—"This day was really strange, but I have absolutely no regrets. Maybe Christmas isn't so bad".

Felix's smile widened as Changbin, concentrating on the road, took his hand to caress it tenderly.

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But once inside, the brunette couldn't wait to take off his sweater, which had been itching for hours, before sitting down on the bed, completely out of breath.

—"I'm going to have to work out like crazy to get rid of all this fat," he said as he took in his belly, which hung over his pant, which had miraculously held out all evening.

—"Do you really have to do this?" Felix asked with a pout as he settled into his lap.

—"What? Do you like it?"

—"I'm not forcing you, of course, it's your body, Binnie, but I find you very seductive this way," he commented, his cheeks flushing.

Suddenly, the realization struck Changbin that what he'd thought impossible might actually be true.

—"Felix, could you have something to do with my weight gain?" he asked suddenly as Felix got up, pretending to have forgotten something in the kitchen.

Let's just say that when Changbin caught up with him, he uttered a few words that when he faced Felix, the pants he was wearing didn't fit his fat ass or his double belly.

-"I promise I didn't know you'd get so fat".

Changbin's convinced eyes waddled towards him, getting close enough to push his body with his belly.

-"You'll see what I do to those on the naughty list".

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