#celebratethemthighs

[fizzydrink698]

consort | minho

pairing: lee minho/reader

word count: 8.3k

genre: romance, historical au, arranged marriage

summary:

“Nervous?” Minho asks, casually, as if completely unaware of what the two of you needed to do.

You bit your tongue, and held your head high.

“No,” you lied.

this is my piece for the @binniesthighs anniversary collab, and it...got a little out of hand. so, i’m just gonna throw this out there and then hide forever.

warnings under the cut!

warnings: swearing, period-typical misogyny, particularly in regards to sex, mild d/s dynamics, snarky minho, praising, *long, embarrassed sigh* fingering, oral (female receiving)

“Marriages are matters of allies, claims, lands, treasure and prestige. They are affairs between families, not individuals. Instruments of policy, not passion.”

“The centre of power is the king. And no one is physically closer to the king than the queen.”

Your marriage had been carefully negotiated from the moment you were born.

Your parents were ambitious, carefully attempting to navigate the world of the aristocracy, who eyed your family’s politicking with great contempt.

But all the contempt in the world couldn’t negate the fact that for all their blue-blooded heritage, the noblest families had been bleeding money for nearly a century. And your family – just a few generations removed from upstart merchants trading rags in the countryside – had become one of the richest in the nation.

And the public also happened to adore your family, thanks to their exorbitant generosity and their charity work. Your father had commented upon this once in your hearing.

“Who are they going to support? A gaggle of blue-bloods hiding away in their crumbling manors, or a family that was once just like them, a family that found their fortune through hard work and now gives back to their people?”

By sheer luck – or careful strategic manipulation, depending on who you ask – the Queen had taken a liking to your mother, and you had been raised with a certain amount of royal favour. And Felix, her golden child, her long-awaited son, had been a constant childhood companion of yours.

He was the second son, the spare. The child of an unpopular foreign queen, who married the king less than a year after the death of his beloved first wife. She was powerful enough to attract many new friends, but true allies were scarce – your mother was one of these very few.

A marriage between you and Felix had been on the cards since you were both infants. You had stolen his first kiss at the tender age of eleven while hiding in the stables, and when Felix turned thirteen, the engagement was made official.

And honestly? You looked forward to such a match. Felix was beautiful, inside and out. Kind-hearted, cheerful, a steadfast friend. He had no interest in politics. He rebuffed every treacherous noble that whispered in his ear of taking the throne from his older half-brother.

You looked at him, and you could picture a life free from petty disputes, from prying eyes and rigid courtly etiquette. You dutifully listened to your tutors as they walked you through proper royal protocols and elements of statecraft, but most agreed you almost certainly wouldn’t need to use these teachings in the future.

After all, it was Felix’s brother, crown prince Minho, who would inherit the throne. He was older by a few years, in perfect health and had a fiancée of his own. They would marry and have children of their own. It was certain.

And then, on the eve of your eighteenth birthday, the unthinkable happened.

The elegant, poised, perfect fiancée of Minho was struck down with a sudden grave illness. Rumours circulated the court of poisoning, of curses, of godly wrath, and all the prayers in the world couldn’t prevent her death.

You certainly felt compassion for the crown prince. Minho had been somewhat of a distant figure in your childhood – always locked away with advisors, learning how to be a king. You knew his tongue was sharp, his words quick and cutting, and he was always so…intimidating.

He wasn’t one to show his emotions. And yet, in the days and weeks that followed, you found yourself growing sympathetic.

“It’s shameless,” you murmur to Felix one day, watching as various ladies of the court simper over Minho. “Let the man grieve.”

Felix glances over at the scene, thoughtful. “It’s strange. I suppose they weren’t particularly close to each other. Not like we are.”

“Still,” you sigh. “They were engaged since, what? Birth? Infancy? Your brother probably spent his whole life expecting to marry this girl and…now he can’t. What does that do to a person’s worldview?”

Felix looks over to you, and smiles. “You have a good heart.”

“A soft one, certainly,” you scoff, trying to hide your smile when Felix gently takes your hand and pecks a kiss to your knuckles. “I wouldn’t last five minutes in that pit of vipers.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure. You’re clever. Cleverer than they like to admit.”

You fix him with an amused look, squeezing his hand. “Ever the charmer.”

“Naturally,” Felix grins, warm with affection.

And for just a moment, life feels so simple.

Once Minho became an eligible bachelor, the court was set ablaze by a parade of young ladies vying for his favour. His father entertained dignitaries from all four corners of the world. His stepmother kept a watchful eye over the ladies’ chambers. You and Felix found yourselves accosted by a variety of women eager to know the crown prince’s itinerary, his interests, his type.

They were disappointed to learn that you knew about as much as they did. Future brother-in-law or not, Minho was an enigma to you. You don’t think you’ve ever had a conversation with the man, in all your years of knowing him.

Most of your interactions consisted of you politely treating him with the courtesy his title demanded, and him retorting with some sharp quip that had you biting your tongue to stay silent and respectful.

And then, one fateful morning you were summoned by your father for an audience with the king.

You arrived to find your father already weaving his deftly spun arguments, pointing out how much the people loved your family, how your tutors have praised you for your academic diligence, how familiar you are with the demands of royalty.

And you realised what he was doing.

“Any other candidate will have to be trained. Can you afford to wait for those years and years of education to be drilled into that young lady’s mind? When you have a viable alternative living under your own roof? One that the public will support? One that will appease the war cabinet crying out for a domestic match?”

The king eyed your father carefully, and his gaze soon shifted to you. His stare turned appraising, scrutinising you from head to toe in search of a weakness.

He apparently found none.

“I’ll take it under consideration,” he finally said, and your mouth went dry. “But Felix won’t be happy. From what I understand, he’s quite fond of you.”

You could picture his face, crumbling at the news, and you feel tears prickling at the corners of your eye.

The king was a shrewd man. He caught your expression in an instant. “And you? What are your own thoughts on this proposition?”

You should have raised your voice then. You should have objected to the match.

You swallowed.

“My duty has always been to my country, first and foremost. The decision is in your hands, Your Majesty.”

You’re a dutiful daughter. And you will serve your country.

And you will sacrifice.

Two days later, as you sat in your chambers, poring over the writings that had seemed so trivial just a few weeks ago but had now become so vital to your future, your doors burst open.

You expected it to be Felix, alarmed at the news that your engagement had been broken off.

It was not Felix.

“You,” Minho said, and his tone is icy.

You rose from your seat, aware enough of etiquette to offer the briefest curtsey at his appearance. But there’s no mistaking the shock on your face at his sudden entrance. “Your Royal Highness.”

“Enough of that,” he spat. “I thought better of you than this.”

You blinked.

“I didn’t realise you thought of me at all,” you responded, because it was honestly the first thought that came to your mind. “May I ask why you’ve forced your way so rudely into my chambers?”

“Well, we’re to be married, apparently,” he retorted, and your eyes widened at the venom in his voice, the spite in his eyes. “At your family’s suggestion.”

This, of course, was not news to you – and Minho gathered as much from your reaction, as his gaze hardened.

You tried to keep cool, unemotional. “Reasonable points were made. I am technically the most suitable candidate.”

Minho laughed at this, and it was an ugly sound – mocking, dripping with disdain. “In what world is the jumped-up little pipsqueak constantly trailing after my brother suddenly my ‘most suitable candidate’?”

You bristled at his words, at the jab he poked at your family. Your hands gripped the edge of your desk, knuckles whitening as you tried to contain your anger. It rose so quickly in the face of Minho’s malice – like fire meeting ice. “I would have thought that someone must have explained it to you. But, should you need to hear it again, I’ll oblige.”

“Excuse–”

“No other woman in this court has the education that I have, nor the training needed to be a royal consort. Foreign relations are delicate, so a domestic match would be ideal in these circumstances. Your father isn’t getting any younger. No one knows which illness will be his last, so he wants to see your succession to the throne will be secure, which means time is of the essence–”

“And you would abandon my brother so easily?”

His words were like a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of you. How very characteristic of Minho, to cut straight to the heart of the matter, to the topic most devastating.

But you would not be defeated. “Nothing about this has been easy for me.”

Minho cut you off with a laugh. “Yes, I’m sure it’s been so difficult to nod your head quietly like a good little girl, how sad for you–”

You found yourself pushing away from your desk with all your strength, storming towards that prince with half a mind to strike him where he stood.

“You think I want this? I’ve known you since I was a child, and this – this,” you spat, almost choking with fury as you gestured between the two of you, “is the most we’ve spoken! And every word out of your mouth has been to insult me. And you really think I want to marry you? You?!”

Minho’s eyes were fixed on you at this point, face as dark as thunder. If looks could kill, you’d be dead a thousand times over at his hands.

There was a bitter taste in your mouth, as you glared back, refusing to be the first to look away. “Quite frankly, you disgust me. Marrying you would be a duty, a sacrifice I’d make for this country. Nothing more.”

Minho’s lip had curled, exposing his teeth in almost a snarl as he took in your words. “The feeling is mutual.”

“Good. Now, I humbly request that his royal highness leave my chambers immediately, before I have to shout for my guards.”

Minho’s eyes gleamed, and he leant in, taking pleasure in how easily he could tower over you.

You stood your ground as much as you could, despite the height difference between the two of you. You were forced to tilt your chin up to meet his gaze, jaw tightening as he drew closer. You would not be intimidated, even if he came nose to nose with you.

It was a stalemate, and Minho was eventually forced to pull away. You found yourself almost disappointed, as there was no trace of defeat in his expression when he finally left.

You had to fight the urge to throw something at his back.

You were going to have sex with this man.

As your wedding day – and wedding night – drew closer and closer, that surreal thought began to prick at your subconscious.

It didn’t feel certain until one afternoon, when your schedule was cleared entirely without your knowledge, leaving only one item on the agenda.

A visit from the infamous women’s physician.

She sat you down, graciously accepted the tea poured by one of your attendants, and proceeded to enlighten you on the details of your marital duties.

You had some prior knowledge of what sex would be like. You’d been taught what to avoid, what warning signs to look out for, which areas of your body were never to be seen by anyone other than yourself and your servants. You imagined that any talk about marital sex would cover the same talking points, but in reverse. Not about how to keep men out, but how to let one particular man in.

That was the talk you had expected.

That was not the talk you received.

Men, you were told, were virile, insatiable creatures. Minho – the crown prince, blessed by the gods, an idol among men – would be even more so.

You were informed which positions were common, which positions were useful in aiding conception, and which positions were…below your dignity, as a future queen.

It was rather daunting, to be given such a dry explanation of sexual relations – to be told what limb goes where and why a man would prefer such a method – and have to picture Minho of all people as your partner.

You were more than a little embarrassed by the end of the talk, but you were a diligent student, and you summoned the courage to ask just a few questions.

How could you best prevent any pain? Pain was inevitable, proof that you were sufficiently untouched. A hot bath might soothe your limbs afterwards. If your husband was kind, he would do his best to be gentle.

Your face had paled at that, because if there was one thing you knew to be true about Prince Minho, it was that he was not kind.

How soon after conception can a pregnancy be confirmed? Some women can intuit the growth of new life inside of them the very next day. For those who weren’t so lucky, a doctor can conduct certain tests to determine a pregnancy. As wife to a future king, you would be subjected to such tests every month – as a courtesy.

What happens if your husband does not want to have sex?

The women’s physician had laughed at this question, and reassured you that Lee Minho – as healthy and red-blooded as he was – would never voluntarily abstain from sexual relations.

All you could think about was Minho’s disdainful looks, the coldness of his actions – and you had to disagree. You imagine that Minho would very much wish to avoid sex with you, if only his position as crown prince and heir to the throne would permit him.

You left that talk a changed woman, unable to do much more than stare blankly ahead as you were escorted to your chambers.

Was that really what your future held? The crux of your existence, whittled down to a base physical act dictated by your husband – by Minho?

It made you angry, angry in a way you couldn’t describe with just words. Angry in a way that had you balling your hands into fists, knuckles whitening, every time you were forced to sit next to the man at dinner.

The worst of it was the dreams.

Some were patterned after the worst of your suspicions – Minho standing over you, lip curled into a sneer, looking down at you. You were always naked, always vulnerable, and he was always in control.

A few – very rarely – were about the pain everyone talked about. Being ripped in two, bleeding out in front of passionless eyes, Minho watching as you died in agony. Those were a little easier to handle upon waking, once the shock wore off. You had never encountered even a hint of a possibility of dying from sex, from either your talk with your women’s physician or the academic journals you pored over every day. Death from childbirth? Of course. But sex itself? No.

But the rarest – and the very worst – were the ones that fed into your most private thoughts. The ones where you dictated the pace, where Minho took control not because he was a prince and your husband, but because you allowed him to. The ones where Minho would follow your every movement with a fire in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. The ones that woke you with a cry in your throat and an ache between your legs.

Those were the dreams you tried your hardest to ignore.

The wedding day itself was strangely anticlimactic.

You were decked out in a ridiculous amount of finery – a walking reminder of just how wealthy your family was. Your dress was almost impossible to walk in, every layer weighted down with threads of gold and silk. Rings gleamed on every one of your fingers, a cluster of jewels hung from your neck, a circlet rested upon your head so heavy with gems and metalwork that just turning your head caused a shooting pain to run down the back of your neck.

And yet, with just a few words exchanged and a blessing from Minho’s father, you were married.

Married to Minho.

You expected to feel some kind of change. Some shift in your being.

You felt nothing. Minho was stone-faced as he signed. He didn’t look over once during the ceremony, and you wish you could say the same. But your eyes traitorously drifted to the outfit he was wearing, the high-necked collar embroidered with gold, the blood-red cape draped over one shoulder.

You found yourself irritated, yet again, that someone so cold and petulant could still be so beautiful.

The wedding ceremony was, of course, followed with a feast. You were sat at Minho’s side, face aching under the strain of keeping a smile on your face while under the scrutiny of the court.

Before the first course even arrived, an attendant had already wandered over to your table with a smile. “Wine?”

You declined. You wanted a clear head tonight – even if it would be easier to soothe your nerves with some liquid courage.

Minho didn’t even attempt any pleasantries, any attempt at conversation.

Usually, his silence suited you just fine. You were far less likely to end up driving your fork into the hand of your divinely appointed future king when he kept his mouth shut.

But on a day when every member of the court had their eyes on the two of you, noting your every move, silence would have been a deadly mistake.

The only problem with this thinking was obvious. What on earth could you talk to Minho about?

You settled for some small talk.

“I don’t know how they managed to keep all of this so fresh,” you commented, helping yourself to the platters upon platters of seafood that made up one of the earliest courses. “Considering we’re so inland here.”

“Mmhm.”

“Must have been…difficult.”

Minho ignored you entirely, taking another bite of his food.

Another attendant came over, with yet another pitcher in his hands. “Wine?”

You declined again, attempting to smile politely as you did so.

You missed the way Minho’s gaze flickered to the attendant, the way his jaw set as his eyes narrowed slightly.

Once the attendant left your table, you tried another subject of conversation. “This music’s quite lovely.”

“Mm.”

“Felix told me you’re quite interested in music,” you said. “There was a composer you used to talk about, someone from overseas…”

You paused, waiting for Minho to name the composer you were talking about.

He didn’t.

You took in a deep breath, grip tightening on your cutlery as you struggled to keep your temper in check. “My apologies. I didn’t realise you wanted to sulk your way through this dinner–”

“I’m not sulking–”

“–like a petulant child. But at least I’m trying to make an effort here.”

“I didn’t ask you to,” Minho pointed out, glancing over to you. “It seems unfair that you’re now hounding me to reciprocate such an effort.”

“I’m just trying to make conversation!”

“You don’t need to.”

You were about to open your mouth to argue that no, you do need to try, because otherwise how else would your marriage escape this pit of awkward silence and mutual contempt, when yet another servant approached. “Wine?”

Your head snapped up.

Minho stood and turned to you, offering his hand.

He could do with just a touch less disdain in his expression, but it was better than nothing.

You took his hand, smile never wavering as you allowed him to lead you to the dance floor. It was only when you were far enough away from prying ears that you allowed yourself to mutter. “What is this?”

“If we keep sitting there, they’ll just keep hounding us,” Minho drawled in your ear, turning you towards him and pressing his hand into the small of your back. “My father seems to think our problems can only be solved if we drown them.”

“And you’re…unhappy with this?” You asked, but you phrased it more like a statement of fact. It was clear enough from his expression that Minho was not pleased.

“Am I unhappy with a crowd of attendants determined to get my wife drunk before the wedding night?” Minho retorted. There was a sharp edge to his voice, and it was strange to realise that for once, it wasn’t pointed at you. “Just a touch.”

You were unsure what to say – especially at his sudden mention of the night ahead of you – so you kept quiet.

His hand was warm, you noted, feeling his touch even through the layers of your dress.

Your dance was simple, slow. Minho was admittedly rather good at leading, and you found yourself easing into the steps without much thought.

You decided to at least attempt to commend him on this.

“You’re a good dancer,” you commented, as he effortlessly guided you through a spin.

“I know.”

Of course. Of course he knew. His confidence – bordering on arrogance – in his own talents wasn’t surprising.

What was surprising was his reluctant admission. “And you’re…adequate.”

You smiled politely, and immediately made sure to step on his foot.

Minho managed to swallow back a wince at the pain. “Maybe I spoke too soon.”

You tried again, only to find him smoothly evading your stomps as he led you through the next turn, and resigned yourself to defeat.

Instead, you found your eyes wandering to the crowd around you, slowly dwindling as pairs began to follow the two of you onto the floor.

“He’s not here.”

Your head snapped back to look at Minho, and for just a brief second, you almost feel guilty. Caught out. “What?”

“Felix. He left for the coast a few days ago,” Minho continued, sounding bored as he spun you. “Something about finish his education by the ocean. You know how good the sea air can be for the mind.”

Felix was…gone?

“They sent him away?” You asked, voice strained. Even you weren’t sure who you were referring to by ‘them’. The king? His advisors? Minho?

Minho’s eyes met yours. “It was his idea.”

His words were like a physical hit to the gut, and you stumbled – your first misstep since the dance began. Minho, to your surprise, caught you immediately, grip tightening to keep you from falling flat on your face.

The movement was sudden enough to send you brushing against his chest, and your hand clutched at his shoulder until you were able to right yourself.

“…His idea?” You finally managed to say, unable to believe his words.

“Is it really that surprising? Did you expect him to stay here and suffer watching you from afar?” Minho asked, cutting as always, one eyebrow arches. “Pining?”

“No,” you snapped. “I just…”

You trailed off, uncertain how to continue. There was an unmistakeable hurt in your voice, but the last thing you wanted was to show any kind of vulnerability in front of Minho.

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice level. “He didn’t say goodbye.”

Minho didn’t respond immediately. The two of you followed the beat of the music in silence, solemn.

But when Minho finally did open his mouth, you were surprised by his words. “Goodbyes can be…painful. Maybe it was for the best.”

There was something to his tone, an undercurrent of emotion that caught your attention, and had you speaking before you could stop yourself. “Did you…get to say goodbye?”

He didn’t bother to ask who you were referring to. Of course he knew.

“…No,” he admitted. “They didn’t know if the illness could spread, so I was kept away.”

You blinked. “Oh.”

What else was there to say to something like that?

“We weren’t particularly close,” he said, detached, as if he were merely commenting on the weather. With all his years of princely education, it made sense that Minho would have a better poker face than you. “But she seemed to have been a good person. Patient, soft-spoken, gentle.”

You smiled wryly. “So, everything I’m not?”

Minho met your eyes again, while he didn’t quite return your smile, there was an amusement in his look. “…Your words, not mine.”

A chuckle forced its way out of your mouth, quite unexpectedly.

For just a moment, the dread that had loomed so ominously in your mind ever since your father proposed this match faded.

For just a moment, you didn’t see Minho as an opponent, as an antagonist to your future happiness. He was someone that understood your situation – maybe the only person who understood your situation.

And then Minho sighed, glancing away, and his words shattered the moment. “That’s enough dancing for now. Father seems to have caught the hint. I’m going back to my seat.”

You stared at him, baffled into silence for a moment. “…But the song hasn’t even finished–”

“Then, feel free to dance alone until it does,” Minho interrupted you, coming to a halt right in the centre of the floor. He released your hands, and didn’t even attempt to offer a courtesy bow.

Instead, he just left you standing there, staring after him with ill-disguised fury.

To your relief, your consummation would not have an audience. You knew this was a recent change to the centuries-long tradition of royal marriages - and you thanked each and every one of Minho’s ancestors who overturned such a rule.

Preparations were embarrassing enough. Your attendants stripped you of your ostentatious wedding dress, instead dressing you in thin silks and anointing you with perfumes. Your hair would be left natural, untouched.

You were left completely bare under your shift.

You wondered idly how Minho was preparing. What he was thinking. What he was expecting.

His chambers were empty when you arrived.

You dismissed your attendants as soon as you could, eager to be alone to collect your thoughts.

This was it.

This was where it would happen.

You ignore the bed entirely - freshly made, with soft, clean sheets, perfectly inviting were it not the site of every nightmare you’d had in the last month. Instead, you take a seat in one of the plush chairs by the fireplace, leaning forward to enjoy its warmth. Your silks were not made to withstand the drafty chill of a late winter night.

You supposed they were made to be stripped from you as quickly as possible.

Plump, purple grapes sat in a bowl nearby. You considered trying some, but decided against it. You had barely been able to stomach more than a few bites of your wedding feast. Trying to eat now seemed impossible.

You would be fine, you told yourself. How many women had gone through this very experience? Too many to count. Every woman you had read about in your history books, every strategic marriage noted in the annals of diplomacy, each had a night like this.

Unfortunately, as much as you tried to reason with yourself, you couldn’t soothe the nerves gripping your stomach.

Deep breaths.

In. Out.

You could do this.

It was at that moment that the door swung open, and you bolted right out of your chair at the fright. With widened eyes, you stared as Minho made his entrance - without his usual entourage of servants, dressed in a simple white shirt and dove-grey breeches.

He took one look at you, and let out a sigh. “Of course you’re already here.”

In a strange way, Minho’s hostility actually set your mind at ease - far more than any niceties would have.

Then again, Minho had never been exactly nice to you. If he actually tried to be, you were fairly sure you’d just be unnerved.

“You say that like I had a choice,” you sniffed.

“Aren’t you a princess now?” Minho reminded you. He shifted his weight, hand coming up to fidget with the lace of his sleeve cuff. Of course his sleepclothes had lace on them. “You could have waited.”

“Why delay the inevitable?”

Minho eyed you for a second, before sighing again. “The inevitable. That’s one way to put it.”

You were about to respond when he starts walking towards you, and you can’t help but tense.

He pauses for the briefest of moments. And then turns slightly to reach for the grapes by the side of you.

...Oh.

“Nervous?” Minho asks, casually, as if completely unaware of what the two of you needed to do.

You bit your tongue, and held your head high.

“No,” you lied.

Minho raised an eyebrow.

You resisted the urge to scowl. Just a few moments around him, and Minho already had the upper hand.

Eager to prove just how not nervous you were feeling, you turned away from him and sat back down in your chair, leaning back in what you hoped was a carefree movement.

Minho noticed. “What happened to not delaying the inevitable?”

“I’m sure His Highness will allow me a few minutes to enjoy his fire.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

“As you said, I’m a princess now. I exercise my divine right to sit in front of this fire for as long as it suits me.”

To your surprise, Minho’s expression...warmed. It wasn’t quite a smile, but it was a little less than a scowl - and that was more than enough to catch your attention.

After a moment, he slowly approached you, and took a seat - not on the chair beside you, but on the floor, right in front of the fireplace.

You watched as he stretched his legs out, lowering himself onto one elbow. He plucked another grape from the small bunch he’d taken for himself, and popped it into his mouth.

You found it hard to drag your eyes away from him. You felt almost like prey, following every movement of the predator in front of you, anticipating the moment he turned around to strike.

“What did they tell you?” Minho asked, not bothering to turn his head to look back at you. “About what to expect tonight.”

What didn’t they tell you?

Your face flushed at the memory. The idea of reciting back the descriptions of positions to Minho, however dry they were, sounded like your own personal idea of hell.

So, you instead tried to keep it simple. “You’ll tell me what you want-“

“What I want. Of course.”

You continued, unsure how to respond to this interruption. “It will probably hurt, but I’ll be able to take it.”

You saw the way Minho tensed at your words, and this time he does turn to look you straight in the eye. “...They told you it will probably hurt?”

You paused. “Well, I...they said if you’re kind, you’ll try to be gentle.”

Minho blinked, and his expression turned thunderous. You couldn’t help but tense at his reaction, the way his eyes darkened with anger. “And you don’t trust me to do so?”

“I mean, have you ever been kind to me before?” You asked, tone bitter. “And now you’re so scandalised I don’t trust you?”

Minho blinked, momentarily thrown.

“I just...” you said, haltingly. “I just don’t know you.”

Minho’s expression didn’t change. “Know that I don’t force myself on women.”

His words are biting, scathing. But honest.

You eyed him carefully. “So, if I said I didn’t want to do anything tonight...”

“We wouldn’t do anything.”

You blinked. “...But when the officials question us tomorrow-“

“We lie,” Minho said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You didn’t know what to say.

Of all the things to happen tonight, you weren’t expecting...this.

“Is that what you’re saying?” Minho asked.

An out.

Minho was offering you an out.

“I...” you trailed off, hesitating. “I don’t know.”

Minho rolled his eyes at you, and it’s a refreshingly familiar sight in this sea of confusion. “You don’t seem to know much.”

“I don’t know what to expect,” you corrected him, bristling. If there was one weakness you had, one sure-fire way to set you off, it was insulting your intelligence.

“Then, ask.” Minho said, simply. “Ask me.”

You froze. Ask? Ask him what?

About...

You spluttered, turning away. “I’m not...I’m not going to-“

“If you can’t talk to me about sex, we are definitely not doing anything tonight,” Minho warned, resolute.

“You can’t blame me for being embarrassed!” You argued, temper flashing. “I just...what do you want me to ask?”

“It’s not about what I want,” Minho replied, and his words are...edged. There was something deeper there. “What do you want to ask?”

You bit your lip, torn. “I...OK, fine. Will it hurt?”

Minho considered this carefully, turning thoughtful. “...There might be some discomfort, yes. There often is for women when starting out. But not any kind of serious pain, not if the man is doing it right.”

“If the man is...” you repeated, confused. “There’s a ‘right’ way?”

“Yes. If the man knows how to pleasure a woman,” Minho said, completely shameless - in contrast to your flush of embarrassment. “That’s the right way.”

You swallowed. “...Do you? Know how?”

Minho’s lips curled into a smirk. “I like to think so.”

His words sent...something through your body, some indescribable feeling. The first sparks of...curiosity, maybe?

It set you on edge.

You realised, suddenly, that you had willingly surrendered the upper hand to Minho. He had manoeuvred you quite expertly, leaving you to rely on his every word.

It was with this thought in mind that you squared your shoulders, meeting his gaze with a new sense of confidence. “...Prove it.”

Minho turned silent, faltering for just a moment. “What?”

You rose to your feet, buoyed by this sudden reversal of power. You had a feeling you had completely contradicted Minho’s expectations, and you liked it.

Ignoring him entirely, you spun on your heel and crossed the room, coming to a stop at the bed. Swallowing down the last of your doubts, you turned back to face Minho, and sat on the bed. His bed. “You heard me.”

A beat of silence.

And then...

Minho slowly rose to standing, watching you with a brand-new expression. “...This isn’t a game.”

“Yes, it is. This is politics. Politics is always a game,” you replied, growing more and more relaxed as you stared him down. “And I’m winning.”

Minho tilted his head, eyeing you so intensely that you were almost worried he’d burn a hole right through you. “...This is how you want to do this?”

Yes.

This was how you felt in control.

You nodded.

He still seemed to have reservations. “...If you want to stop, you tell me. None of this competitive shit. That’s my condition, before I agree to play.”

Play.

Yes, that was the perfect way to describe how you wanted this to work.

A game you could play. And win. And quit at any time if you wanted to.

“I’ll tell you,” you promised.

Minho paused, and once again, you get the feeling you’d defied his expectations. “...Good.”

He closed the distance between you in just a few steps, and his mouth descended upon yours.

Kissing Minho was easy enough. You knew how to kiss, you had some experience with it.

Both of his hands were cradling your face - although, perhaps ‘cradling’ wasn’t the right word to describe it. That suggested a gentleness, when in reality, he was firm, palms pressing slightly into the curve of your jaw, fingers tangling in your hair.

He was stood over you, which meant you had to follow his guidance as he firmly tilted your head back. When your lips parted, his tongue just barely brushed yours, and it sent a shiver through your body.

Unsure what to do with your hands, you settled for resting them against his hips, allowing your fingertips to slide just under his shirt.

He slowly pushed you back against the bed, still intent on kissing you, lips parting and reconnecting at the languid pace he set. You followed along willingly, back flush against the mattress, curious to see what happened next. This was the edge of your experience, the farthest you’d ever gone before.

Minho was now kneeling on the bed, one knee planted either side of you. He kept his weight off you, barely touching you anywhere that wasn’t your mouth.

And then, almost nonchalantly, he rested his hand on your leg.

It was strange - such an insignificant action, and yet every single one of your senses were focused on it, on the feel of him.

And the way he began to slowly slide it upwards.

There was no urgency, no desperation. You realised he was still gauging your reaction, waiting to see if you would reject this next move.

Your cheeks burned, but you made no attempt to push him away.

You just continued to kiss him, hands still on his hips.

Minho broke away from your kiss when his hand was just inches away from your core, choosing instead to press his lips to the soft flesh just under the corner of your jaw.

And then, you felt his fingers trail up the sensitive skin of your innermost thigh, and you couldn’t hold back your whimper.

Minho paused, lifting his head to check on you.

“K-keep going,” you told him, and you wince internally at your stuttering - if only because Minho’s grin widened the second he heard it.

“I’m sure you can ask nicer than that.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

“Don’t ask, don’t get.”

You huffed, face flushing again. Asking definitely didn’t feel like winning, but it was clear Minho wouldn’t go any further until you did.

So, begrudgingly, you relented.

“...Please. Keep going.”

Minho pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your jaw again, the action itself sweet enough, but his attitude very much the opposite. “As you wish.”

And he did, hand cupping your warmth.

It was...odd. Unfamiliar. There was a brief moment where his fingers brushed something sensitive, and it was enough to tease a moan out of you.

But then his hand travelled downwards, and there was an almost clinical probing of...there. It was invasive, and you hissed in pain as one finger finally breached you.

“...I-it hurts,” you confessed, hands dropping from his hips to curl into the sheets. “Is it supposed to?”

Minho paused, tensing. He glanced up at you with an unreadable expression. “You’ve never done this before?”

“No.”

“Not even...to yourself?”

Your face burned hotter. “Tradition specifically demands that a bride has to be untouched when she marries royalty. And I didn’t know if...well. Untouched.”

There was a long, drawn-out beat of dead silence. You were very determined to not look at Minho, for fear of his reaction, for fear of what you’d see when you look at what he’s...doing.

You felt him withdraw his finger - eliciting another hiss of pain from you - and instead placed his hand on your thigh.

Taking a deep breath, he ducked his head, and you watched him descend lower, and lower, until...

“What are you doing?” You asked, voice sharpening with panic, when his head stops at the apex of your thighs.

Minho paused, squeezing his eyes shut. “Please tell me you know what this is.”

You had some idea. Ladies whispered about it, when they thought you couldn’t hear. It was hinted at in novels you were forbidden to read. A kiss, but...lower.

You swallowed, and your whole body tensed. “I-I don’t think I want that.”

Minho looked up at you, expression unreadable. “It’s...a courtesy. Without it, you...it’s more likely to hurt.”

It was still too much. Too embarrassing. Too exposing.

You took a deep breath, averting your eyes.

Maybe you could compromise.

“Th-the thing you did before, before the finger went...in...”

Your face felt like it was on fire. Maybe this really was hell.

But you persisted. “The thing you touched. That felt...good.”

Minho’s expression shifted, as if remembering, and you felt his hand slowly return to the spot, carefully swiping the pad of his thumb over it.

You inhaled sharply, as the sensation overtook you, and managed a sharp nod of your head. You didn’t trust your words.

Assured by your response, he tried again, varying his technique, experimenting with pressure and movements to discover what unravelled you.

You were soon panting, trembling under him, and moans were slipping so easily from your mouth.

You still felt some small traces of shame, acting like this, being like this in front of Minho. There was an element of fear, as if he would suddenly turn around and laugh at you, and reveal this had all been one big joke at your expense.

But he seemed sincere, as he watched for your reaction, eyes alighting when one particular swipe had your back arching up into him. And there was a bit of a thrill, seeing this distant, powerful man - a future king - working so hard to please you.

And then, as if he could read your thoughts, Minho raised an eyebrow.

“Are you still winning?”

Bastard.

You tried your best to summon a response, something calm and unruffled and pointed. But when he repeated that motion, the one that had you jolting your hips up into him, you were barely able to breathe out. “Y-yes.”

Minho actually laughed, but for once, it wasn’t cold or cruel. He was amused. Fond.

Carefully, his hand dipped down to try again, and this time, his finger slid in easily.

And it...it felt...

It still felt odd, but there was a strange new sensation to it. Almost like a slickness, easing him in.

Minho hummed, grin widening again, and he pumped his finger in and out, once, twice.

You found yourself clenching around him, like your body was aching for more and trying to make do with what it had.

“Good girl.”

A whine slipped out between your lips at his words, drawing another laugh out of him.

“Of course you like praise.”

You opened your eyes - although you weren’t sure when exactly you had closed them in the first place - and you just about managed to focus your gaze on him. “Praise?”

“Being complimented. Being told you’re doing a good job,” Minho explained, and accompanied his words with another slow, almost lazy push back into you that had your legs shaking. “Like you are right now.”

“I...” you trailed off, voice shaky. “Doesn’t everyone like praise?”

Minho shrugged. “Some prefer the opposite.”

You frowned, confused at his words - so much so that, just for the briefest of seconds, you forget what his hand is doing. “The opposite? Like...being insulted?”

“Of a sort. Being degraded.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, and then suddenly, with no warning, curled his finger inside you. You moan again, the sound broken, shaky. Loud.

You gripped the sheets tighter, twisting them, as you murmured. “M-more.”

“Hmm?”

“More,” you repeated, and because you had the sense to know exactly what Minho was thinking, you tacked on a reluctant, “please.”

You weren’t sure exactly what you were asking - faster? Deeper? - but Minho seemed to take your request in a slightly different way than you were expecting.

Slowly, and very carefully, Minho eased in a second finger.

The stretch of it had you gasping, and your hands flew up to grab at his hips again. He went slow, careful, working you open until the pain subsided and the noises were back.

Back with a vengeance.

Minho noticed, and when he next curled his fingers, he accompanied the motion with another swipe at the sensitive part about that had you yelping, hips jerking clean off the bed and into him.

“There we are,” Minho breathed, his free hand curling around your hip. “I might be wrong, but I’m fairly sure that means I’m winning.”

You couldn’t form a response - you could barely form a coherent thought.

He did it again, and again, and the building sensations were enough to send tears prickling in the corners of your eyes.

It was just so...good. So new. So absolutely not what you were expecting.

“And you’re sure...” Minho trailed off, glancing up at you. “You don’t want my mouth on you?”

You hesitated, blinking at him through your daze.

Now that you knew what it could feel like, now that you had something to compare it to, the idea was...

A little more tempting.

You swallowed, and in the sternest voice you could muster, you answered. “If I don’t like it, you’ll stop.”

Minho’s expression turned sincere, sombre, for just a moment. “Of course. That will always be how this game works.”

Always?

You opened your mouth to press him on this, on this particular choice of words, when his head suddenly dipped and...

Oh.

Oh.

You sucked in a breath, practically tensing in shock as a ripple of pleasure crashed through you, setting you alight.

The whole act just felt so shameless, entirely devised to chase your pleasure and nothing else. You grasped at the sheets again when his tongue did...did something to your most sensitive spot, and when that wasn’t enough, your hand slipped down to latch onto his head, curling your fingers in his hair.

Minho hummed against you at the feel of your hands in his hair, and the vibrations were enough to send your eyes rolling back into your head.

Something was building up inside of you, stronger and stronger, like a wave about to crest.

Minho seemed to notice, as he increased his pace - increased his intensity. You were incoherent at this point, vision blurring, whimpering with each breath as it built and built and built and-

You felt Minho’s free hand, the one that had been resting on your hip this whole time, shift. Slowly, he began to trace circles into your bare skin - to soothe, to reassure, as you burned under him.

This quiet gesture, against the backdrop of his mouth and his fingers and your noise, was enough to push you over the edge.

You cried out, overwhelmed, sensations crashing over you, leaving you shaking.

Minho slowly eased off, drawing away from you, but the hand gently stroking your hip stayed.

You lay there, eyes closed, panting, sweating, twitching. “...W-what...I...”

“Finally. She’s speechless.”

You couldn’t argue that.

After a few moments, you managed to come round, eyes blearily opening again to look down at Minho.

He was still kneeling over you, hair mussed from where you had grabbed at it, cheeks flushed with exertion. Your face burned at the mess of his mouth, but his eyes were gleaming with delight.

“I trust that was sufficient enough proof,” Minho remarked, and it took you a second to remember how this all began, the proposition you had thrown at him.

The obvious answer was ‘yes’, but as you were slowly regaining your senses, you felt a certain reluctance to give Minho what he wanted.

“Maybe.”

He laughed, and you found yourself...growing fond of that increasingly familiar sound.

But when he stopped, his face turned sharp again, eyes still alight. “In that case, I’ll just have to do it again.”

“Again?” You repeated, voice hitching.

“That’s the beauty of women,” Minho commented. “You don’t have to stop at once.”

The thought of experiencing that again - as glorious and life-altering as it felt - exhausted you.

You opened your mouth to say as much, when your eyes fall onto the front of Minho’s breeches.

He was...

There was no better term for it.

Straining against them.

Right. That. In all your excitement, you had almost forgotten what was still to come.

Minho followed your gaze down, and as always, remained unflappable. “Ah, yes. That’s-“

“I know what that is,” you cut him off. That was the one area of this...experience that you had actually been educated on.

Minho raised an eyebrow at your retort, but said nothing.

You swallowed, eyes still fixed on him. There was a kind of curiosity in the back of your mind, almost scientific. “Can I...?”

You trailed off, but the way you raised your hand towards him was more than enough for Minho to understand what you were asking.

He nodded, slowly shifting his weight back, sitting on his heels. Allowing you better access.

Tentatively, you pressed your hand against him, feeling the way he tensed at first contact.

He was...warm. Solid. Your fingers stretched outwards and around him, digging into the fabric.

It was enough to make you panic, eyes darting up to look him in the face. You remembered the pain of just two of his fingers. The idea of this...

“It’s up to you,” he reminded you. “If you trust me enough now.”

You swallowed.

Did you trust him?

You stared at him a little longer, silent, indecisive. His face was calm, almost neutral, as he awaited your response.

And there was a part of you - newly-awakened, insatiable - that ached to see that composure falter.

Gently, still testing out the motion, you squeezed your hand around him. His reaction was immediate, one quick shaky inhale as his eyes widened slightly, and it was enough to bring a smirk to your lips.

“Alright,” you finally said, tilting your chin up to look him dead in the eye. “I trust you.”

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[hwajin]

𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 — !# : hjs

genre: smut, fluff

pairing: virgin!jisung x experienced!fem!reader

wc: 4.5k

warnings: first time, oral (fem reveiving), unprotected sex, cumming inside, over all very soft and slowburn-y (in the sense of it takes 4k words for a jisung to lose his virginity asjkdfh)

note: this is my fic for the collaboration with @binniesthighs ! i'm so happy i could participate in this one, it was very fun to write this fic hehe. make sure to check out her blog and all the other writers that contributed to this collab, they're all amazing! also, i apologize if this fic is a bit- out of place, i tried something new with this one so i hope it's not too bad aksjhf

not my pics, credits to owner

The only sound bouncing off the bedroom walls was heavy, fastened breathing as your and Jisung’s lips collided together again and again, barely giving the two of you the chance to get some air, to catch a break. Your hands – eager and impatient almost, yet careful – roamed all over the males body, thoughtful to keep your lingering fingers on the places he loved most, the places you knew got his mind dizzy; caressing the back of his neck, slightly pulling his hair, massaging his arms, practically tickling his stomach and abdomen with featherlight touches that elicited those sweet, sweet sounds out of him, breathy, whiny, impatient somehow. But you sensed that something was different, that Jisung was surely not acting the way he normally did. He was shy, blushy as always, but he was nervous in the way he moved, giddy and fiddly in the way he touched you, as if unsure of what to do. His hands felt out of place, his lips too sloppy on yours, his breath a bit too quick, too shaky. For the first time in a while you let your lips disconnect, making the both of you pant in an attempt to fill your lungs with some long awaited air. Yes, you’ve seen Jisung flustered before, you’ve seen him shy and speechless, the first time you talked, the first time you reached out to hold his hand, the first time you kissed. But you’ve never seen him in this state.

“Hey, you good? Is- is something not alright, did I do something wrong?”

There was a heavy wave of worry sounding in your voice, genuine concern for your boyfriend making your brows frown, your mind run wild. You feared that you’ve gone too far, that you’ve done something Jisung wasn’t comfortable with yet. After all, you knew to be careful with him in situations like those, knew he was way less experienced than you. Not experienced at all, to be precise. It was no wonder for you honestly when he told you you were his first ever partner, by the way he was acting and talking around you when you just met. You have shared your first kiss – and Jisung’s first ever kiss – shortly after, and throughout the following make out session you have guided him through Jisung’s nervosity has been impossible not to notice. By now he knew your body quite well though, over the first weeks of dating he has figured out your most sensitive spots and places quickly, without needing your help anymore.

But this felt like the beginning all over. Jisung felt and looked as helpless as he did when you first met. Until he nodded his head quickly, eagerly, finally looking up at you after avoiding your strong gaze you kept on him. His eyes met yours, and you were surprised, curious with what you were met with; it surely wasn’t fear, neither worry nor discomfort. The only thing you found in Jisung’s eyes this very moment was impatience, need and lust. Altogether.

“Y- yes, no, I’m fine. I just-“

Jisung’s eyes left your figure again, his fingers suddenly more interesting than your face. You sensed where this was going, and though your stomach started fluttering at the thought, though excitement starting filling every nerve of your body you didn’t dare to do anything just yet, not without him saying the word. After all you could be wrong and too fast thinking, and the last thing you wanted was scaring off the boy. You slowly reached out your arm, finding Jisung’s chin and slightly motioning his head up, in an attempt to get him to look at you. When the both of you locked eyes once again, the unsureness in Jisung’s face undeniable, you were sure to flash him a comforting smile, cocking your head slightly.

“What is it baby? Tell me.”

Your voice was low, quiet, and you saw how the little hairs on Jisung’s arms stood up straight upon hearing your words. He shuffled a bit in his seat, debating whether or not to speak his mind. You on the other hand waited patiently, creating a sharp contrast in your behavior as you stayed calm, hoping it would affect Jisung as well, would take away some of his nerves.

“I- I think I’m ready. For- the next step.”

Those couple of words left the boys mouth in a hurry, his eyes once again avoiding your gaze as his whole face, his ears, the bit of his neck started adapting the color of a deep red. You couldn’t hold back the smile forming on your lips at the sight of your boyfriend in front of you, his lost eyes on everything but you, his fingers fidgeting, his body stiff and still. You leaned towards him, moving your head down to meet him face to face before slowly connecting your lips with his ones. Your hands found his shoulders, letting them rest there a bit only to bring them up his cheeks, lifting his head so both of you were sitting up straight again. You felt him shake slightly in your hold, heard him whimpering softly when you intertwined your tongues, letting them move against each other to let him know you had this under control. You wanted to give him a feeling of comfort, wanted him to relax and not worry about anything. You wanted to make this his best experience, his best first time.

You felt Jisung’s body soften a bit, after a while breaking the passionate kiss to look at him. His lips were plush, bruised, his hair messy, his cheeks reddened. He looked irresistibly cute, impossibly adorable this very moment. You reassured him with another smile, keeping your hand on his cheek to caress his skin with your thumb softly.

“Are you sure?”

You knew that he himself told you he was ready for the next step, but if he, for whatever reason, has changed his mind last minute, if fear or nervousness has taken over him eventually, you wanted to check in again, didn’t want to make him feel in a rush. You were determined to stay calm and clear headed, to give your boyfriend the secureness he needed. Jisung nodded slowly as a response, glad that he was confident enough to keep his eyes on you now, though his blushing hasn’t subsided yet. You carefully made your way onto his lap, positioning yourself on top of him while continuing to soothe him with your touches, massaging his shoulders, stroking his hair, eventually planting a sweet kiss on the tip of his nose. He chuckled a bit at that, and the sound was music to your ears. Your chest filled with warmth at the way he was getting more relaxed, more comfortable in your hold.

“I need to hear you say it baby.”

You figured there was never enough reassurance, and if anything his ultimate green light would make the both of you feel safer. He looked up at you with his brown orbs and thinking about it his words were unnecessary, everything he wanted was perfectly visible in his eyes.

“Yes. Yes, I’m a hundred percent sure.”

You gave him a nod, leaning in yet again to place your lips on his the umpteenth time today. You felt the way he let himself go, letting you take over the kiss, letting you move your mouth against his in slow motions. You entangled your fingers in the locks of Jisung’s hair, shuffled a bit closer towards him, your chests now pressed together tightly, as if glued onto one another. Jisung’s hands were nowhere to be felt on your body though, the boy too overwhelmed, too nervous, too intoxicated by you to move the way he usually did, to act properly. You chuckled quietly against his lips, instantly feeling his face heat up before he broke the kiss to look at you in confusion.

“W- why are you laughing? Did I- did I do something wrong already?”

Your heart melted at the way those words came out of his mouth, the way the poor boy looked at you. You quickly shook your head, placing a hand on his arm to comfort him.

“No, don’t worry. Just- you can touch me, you know? You don’t have to be this nervous baby. I’ll take care of you.”

You didn’t know it was possible but Jisung’s face darkened yet a deeper shade of red, and he let out a shaky huff, chuckling a bit himself. He could only nod, his voice stuck in his throat. Your lips collided again, and you finally felt Jisung’s warm, slightly sweaty hands on your thighs, barely covered by the short sleeping pants you were wearing. With every new kiss, with every new touch you two shared Jisung relaxed further, his heart beat slowing down, yet beating faster than it ever has before.

You let your lips slowly wander down, tracing the line of Jisung’s jaw, very softly biting down on the delicate skin before moving lower, down to his neck, nibbling here and there as well until you found his sensitive spot and decided to spent some more time kissing and sucking on this particular place. It was worth it, Jisung’s small moan he let out at the feeling of your teeth on his skin got your mind running wild, the way he squeezed at your flesh almost making you sigh in satisfaction. Your hands roamed around his body a bit, feeling his hands moving around your curves as well. And suddenly you realized that the layer of clothes on the both of you was too much, made you feel too hot, too far away from eachother. Your fingers found the hem of Jisung’s shirt, carefully hooking underneath it before you looked up at him.

“Can I?”

The quick nod Jisung gave you was what you needed to see, following by his eagerly raised hands, and you, in one motion, pulled up the shirt fully, over his head and arms, leaving him topless. It wasn’t that you’ve never seen him without a shirt on, but something about this situation was so different that you couldn’t tear your eyes from him and his body. It wasn’t until he shuffled underneath you, until you felt his hands fiddle with your shirt in an unsure, almost insecure way that your eyes found his again. He looked desperate, wanting, as if in need for something.

“Can you- can you take off yours too?”

You raised your hands the way Jisung did moments prior, letting him pull the cloth over your head and off your body as well, letting it fall to the floor mindlessly. His eyes were instantly on your form, inspecting every inch of your body that was on display for him so far, making you chuckle a bit at the way his eyes widened and his lips parted. You leaned in again, continuing where you’ve left off, moving further down his body, leaving a wet trail of kisses and love bites, marks and kitten licks. With every centimeter you made your way down Jisung’s stomach his breath quickened, getting stuck in his throat if your teeth happened to bite down on the perfect spot. You’ve slowly but surely came closer to Jisung’s waistband, your hands already softly resting on his hips before your lips followed shortly after and you started kissing at the skin right on his abdomen, so dangerously close to where he anticipated you to be. But his actions that followed surprised you, took you aback. Jisung took your wrist, keeping you from moving any further, preventing you to even ask if the next move was alright for him, wasn’t to quick. You looked up at him, worry reflecting in your eyes. Which Jisung noticed, and he was quick to reassure you.

“Before you ask, don’t worry, you didn’t- uhm- do anything wrong. Just- I… could I- make you feel good first? Please?”

You blinked at your boyfriend in a confused manner, those words the least you had expected to hear from him.

“You- don’t have to baby. I said I’ll-“

Jisung didn’t let you finish your sentence, shaking his head vigorously before locking eyes with you again.

“No, I know. But I want to. Please.”

The desperation and need in his eyes was so strong, so infuriating that you couldn’t possibly say no to him. You gave him your okay, switching positions with him, clumsily. He was now the one hovered above you, your back pressed against the mattress as you already felt his lips on your body. You saw where he was going, what he was going for, and you’d lie if you said that it left you cold. Excitement started flooding your body the lower his lips trailed, the further he took his journey to where you wanted him impossibly much right now. Right above your core, when his hot breath started hitting the skin of your lower tummy, he stopped, goosebumps appearing on the places his hands laid on, his breath landed. You looked down, seeing his eyes on you, your figure, your face, your whole. He really wanted this, you couldn’t help but feel it. In a comforting manner, you lowered your hand until it entangled in his hair, and you gave him a reassuring smile, one that signaled him that he could move on, that he could take this further. You saw hesitation in his eyes though, something that might be worry, fear maybe.

“I don’t- really know what to do. Uhm… can you- can you tell me how you- like it?”

God, could he make your heart any weaker? Your mind run any faster? The effect this boy had on you was almost embarrassing, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

The expression on his face was almost a frightened one, as if he was scared, ashamed of admitting his small amount of experience, so you nodded at him, flashing him yet another reassuring, warm smile.

“Of course, don’t worry. How about you take my clothes off first, hmm?”

The boy nodded quickly, relief visibly washing over him at your calming words. He hooked his fingers under your waistband, looking up at you one last time, eventually locking eyes with you before he slowly, almost painfully slowly even, pulled down the piece of fabric, shorts and undergarments simultaneously. He dragged them down the curves of your hips, along the flesh of your thighs, all the way to your knees until he could finally discharge them fully, adding both bottoms to the pile of clothes near the bed. The expression on his face the moment he converted his eyes onto your figure again was priceless, similar to the one he had when he first saw you topless moments before. Now, with you fully naked in front of him, laying against the plush cushions with Jisung right at your core; the male himself couldn’t quite believe it, couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that you, so beautifully – he’d say angelically even – waited for him, to move, to act, to do something. Him, out of all people you could choose. It was him.

You were quick to tear the boy out of his mind, out of his imagination by one of your hands on his cheek, making him look at you, making him hold intimate eye contact. You didn’t need to say much, anything at all, the moment your hand left Jisung’s face his lips were on your skin in seconds, longing to finally feel you against him, taste the sweetness of your skin on his tongue. He grazed his teeth along our inner thighs, nibbling carefully at the plushness while your breath fastened with every ongoing minute. He already was good at this without having done much. You felt him place his hands on your knees, for halt or stability, and you took the opportunity to slowly open your legs, making Jisung part away from you, making him watch your every action, your every move. He looked fascinated, as if he has never seen anyone, anything like you before.

“Is this okay? Are you comfortable?”

Your voice was loud enough for him to hear, but it was whispery and raspy, not the way you expected it to sound. After all Jisung managed it to get you weak, no matter how much you wanted to keep your composure. Jisung hummed quietly at your question, his face already inching closer to your heat, hesitantly but wanting. It barely looked like he was blinking at all, his eyes so fully focused on the view in front of him, just occasionally looking up at you like a lost puppy, unsure of what he was supposed to do next. You giggled a bit, Jisung’s face painting red as a reaction.

“I’m sorry, I just- don’t really know what… to do. I’m sorry.”

You hurried to shake your head, ruffling his hair slightly before reassuring him, guiding him through the next moves the way he asked you to from the very beginning.

“Don’t apologize, you’re doing great already. Just- what about you try it out, do what you think is right and I’ll tell you how it feels, hm? Does that sound good?”

You lost count at the amount Jisung simply nodded at you today, but he was quick to get to work after your suggestion. It was obvious this was his first time, you noticed that he surely has never done this before. As fast as his lips connected with heat, as fast were they gone again, leaving you with the faint, gone feeling of his tongue against the place you needed him most.

“I- you’re so wet, oh my god.”

You barely had the time to react as Jisung dove in once again, partly to hide his embarrassment at his own words, partly because the first taste of you has intoxicated his mind already, has clouded it in a way of no return. If he wasn’t already, this was the point, the moment he got addicted to you. He latched his tongue across your slit hungrily, definitely hitting your weak spots, but doing so in a messy way. You were patient though, deciding to let him do whatever he wanted for a while, only helping him out if it was really needed. Who knew, maybe after all he had more talent than both of you thought and he’d manage to make you cum without your interference. Jisung’s tongue, hungrily and clumsily, with a bit too much force, moved around everywhere, ever so rarely grazing over your clit, your entrance, spots that had you whimpering and jerking up a bit. When his tongue passed your sensitivity the umpteenth time without staying there you finally said the word, explained he should spend more attention to especially that part, before shushing and letting him do his thing again. He understood quickly, giving kitten licks to your clit the moment you told him to. You hummed in content, basking in the feeling of his warm mouth against you, at his hands squeezing and groping at your thighs, at his moans against your heat. Everything was already perfect and it has barely started.

Jisung’s right hand slowly started to leave your thigh, inching closer towards your entrance, teasing it with his fingers before looking up at you with big, glassy eyes.

“Can I?”

His breath against you sent shivers down your spine, and you brought out a tiny ‘yes’ underneath hooded eyes, before throwing your head back the moment you felt Jisung’s digits inside you. God, he already filled you up so beautifully, two of his fingers feeling as if they were made just to be inside you, as if that was their only purpose. You arched your back a bit, praising the boy between your thighs in a never ending mantra, telling him how great he was doing, how good he was making you feel. If you were honest, this definitely wasn’t the best you’ve ever felt, you could have made yourself feel a lot better than Jisung’s still clumsy hands and fingers, lost lips and tongue could. But something else was giving you the satisfaction you needed, something else was getting you as high as you were right now. Him. And him alone. With no one else you’ve ever felt like this. And this was why, even though Jisung’s technique had a lot of developing to do, even though there were things he yet had to learn about you, you came so close to the edge, your release inches, strands away form you. That was the reason you stopped him, almost tore him away from you as the boys lips eagerly wanted to stay on you, so hungry to taste you, to have you on his tongue. You smirked upon seeing him, his lips and chin covered in your juices, his eyes blown out, pupils dilated.

“W- what, did I do something wrong? You- or did you cum already?”

The confusion in Jisung’s voice was adorable to say the least, melting your heart into a big puddle. You shook your head, motioning his head closer to yours, making him hover over you, so you were face to face again. You kissed him softly, tasting yourself on his lips and both of you moaned against each other, loving the way you were feeling. Your hands slowly made their way down his body, almost unnoticeably hooking your fingers into Jisung’s waistband. Both your eyes met again after you separated from the kiss, your whole body wanting to be close to his in every way possible.

“I didn’t wanna cum without you. …can I?”

You pulled a bit at Jisung pants to accentuate your question, and after his okay you pulled the last remaining piece of clothing that separated both of you off his body with his help, finishing off the pile by the side of the bed. As much as you didn’t want to stare you couldn’t keep your eyes away from Jisung’s body, every single part of it formed and sculpted so perfectly, as if from God himself. It wasn’t until he coughed a bit, shyly and reddened, that you snapped back into reality, your lips clashing against his, your palms cupping his face, your legs slowly wrapping around his torso. You kissed him a bit more, feeling him hardening against your inner thigh impossibly much, causing you to smirk a bit.

“Whenever you’re ready, just tell me.”

Your voice was hushed, whispered against Jisung’s lips and into the room, before he nodded impatiently, his brows slightly furrowed at the slightest friction he got from your leg only. His sensitivity was endearing, almost pathetic.

“I’m ready, please, I’m so ready.”

Jisung’s voice was whiny, his words quick, his hips impatient as he rolled them against you in an attempt to feel something, anything. You chuckled, taking manners into your own hands and thoughtfully lining him up with your entrance, never losing sight of him, watching his face intently for any sight of discomfort. There was none, his eyes closed the moment you touched him, a sigh leaving his lips as he tried his best to keep his composure. You made sure one last time, waiting for his word before you rolled your hips up, against his own, until his tip entered you fully. You did your best to keep your sounds as quiet as possible, focusing on the way Jisung moaned out loudly at the feeling of your warmth, of your wetness around him. He wasn’t even half way in yet and he was already falling apart. You couldn’t help but smirk. Asking every other moment to make sure he was still comfortable, if he was doing alright you continued to roll your hips up, Jisung adapting quickly and meeting your hips slowly as well, impatient to finally be fully nestled inside you, to finally feel you around his dick fully. With one last roll, one last thrust and a drawn out moan on Jisung’s side he bottomed out, panting against you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You stayed like this for a while, quiet praises leaving your lips as Jisung tried to collect himself again. You caressed his back, his shoulders and his arms until he finally got up again, looking at you through hooded eyes, his hair falling messily around his face, his lips parted.

“You- you feel so perfect around me, fuck.”

You hummed at that, scared that your voice would break if you even attempted to speak. You didn’t need to though as Jisung, pleading you to start moving, rolled his hips against you, making you feel every inch of him so vividly, so deliciously, drawing out a moan out of you eventually. Your hips bucked up, your legs tightened around Jisung’s body and your lips longed to be on his, to – again – feel him in every way possible. It was as if your bodies moved on their own, both your hips colliding against each other midway in a sloppy, unrhythmical rhythm, your hands finding to hold each other, your eyes locking gazes in such ways that set off butterflies in both of you. It was as if you needed to be together, as if your bodies couldn’t live without the other counterpart.

Jisung’s sounds, his moans, high pitched whines, low groans, were all music to your ears, your own quiet noises the best thing Jisung has ever had the opportunity to listen to. He loved everything about you, couldn’t get enough of the way you moved, acted, looked and smelled even. Everything about you was intoxicating, addicting, and that was exactly what was driving him so close, so impossibly and painfully close to the edge, to a point of losing himself. But it wasn’t any different for you, your own high so near you could taste it on your tongue.

“I- fuck, I love you so much.”

Jisung’s voice was shaky, raspy, and it sent shivers down your spine the moment it sounded through your ears. You whined out, clashing your nails into the skin of his back, shutting your eyes close as his thrusts became more urgent, more desperate. You helped him by keeping your own hips moving, becoming harder with every second, the more you were losing yourself in him.

“I love you too baby, I love you too.”

It took both of you one last thrust, one last kiss, one last interlocking of fingers until both of your bodies hit the peek of pleasure, Jisung painting your insides white, you clenching around him impossibly more. You let your hips roll a bit more against Jisung’s, riding out both your highs until the first signs of oversensitivity kicked in. Only then you came to a halt, only then you felt Jisung collapse above you, feeling him relax his full body on top of yours. You immediately pulled him close, holding his head near your heart, his body near your own. And while you tried to catch your own breath, while you were trying to process the previous happenings, to get some sense again, you swore yourself to never let this boy go, ever.

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[mostlycompetentwriter]

I am WHO?

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Bang Chan; Fem!Reader x Changbin

Genre: Fantasy AU; Arranged Marriage AU; Established Relationship AU

Warnings: Graphic Smut; Language; Mentions of Blood; Chan and Changbin don’t get along so that’s a warning

Word Count: 9K

Summary: The arrangement you shared with the notorious alpha of the Stray Kids pack and the leader of the Miroh Coven was entirely unconventional, but for the purposes of maintaining peace, you worked hard to satisfy both men.

A/N: This was written for the anniversary collaboration with @binniesthighs​!!!! Check out the other projects all month long!!! I also want everyone to know that I went back and re-did all of Chan’s scenes to make sure that he was shirtless in most of them. Ya know? Wolfgang life.

Present

There was an undeniable tension permeating the air surrounding your small escort group as you ventured closer to the Miroh borderlines. 

It wasn’t uncommon for you to experience this stifling aggression. In fact, it happened on two occasions every year: once between Winter and Spring and once between Summer and Fall.

“The exchange” as you’ve come to term it (an idea you stole from Jisung) was a tentative moment of raised hackles and sharpened fangs as you were handed off from one powerful leader to the next. All in the name of keeping the peace and respecting the powerful claim of two very important men on your person. 

It wasn’t orthodox by any means, but it was the cycle of things, and you shivered just thinking about, tracing the moon’s position in the sky to notice that it was nearing midnight. The same time every exchange, and you glanced from side to side at Chan and his pack members who remained shifted in wolf form, keeping you in the center for protection. Despite the fact that you couldn’t read his thoughts, you detected Chan’s heightened awareness in the sharp pull between his muscular shoulders as his dark black wolf guided your path.

He was nothing short of a predator, but you trusted him with your life, and your fingers kept a tight hold in the fur of his scruff, midnight black strands providing an anchor to the wolf mate who had chosen you. 

Perhaps some of the opposing Kingdoms thought that you had gone mad when you refused to make a choice. Instead, you found your heart split in two directions - stolen by the charms of a Vampire King and the deep-rooted bonds that you shared with the Werewolf Alpha. 

You were warned that it was dangerous, allowing two opposing claims from natural enemies to your hand. But you were capable of making your own decisions, and there wasn’t a single ounce of your being that regretted listening to your heart instead of your head.

You smiled at the thought, gazing up ahead in the distance where you could discern the intimidating formation of the abandoned fortress that divided the Stray Kids pack lands from the Miroh Coven.

Chan released a low growl at the observation, huffing when you tightened your grip on him in warning. “Behave,” you whispered, knowing that even if you couldn’t understand him, Chan heard you perfectly fine even in wolf form. 

It wasn’t entirely his fault - those natural instincts. After all, wolves mated for life, and their natural enemies were Vampires. Which made it all the more difficult for Chan to accept that half of your heart belonged to the most notorious Vampire of them all. 

Changbin, the wind seemed to whisper in response, blowing against your back in the direction of where you could just make out your Vampire mate standing amidst his coven brethren.

While your heart started beating just a little bit faster, succumbing to an impossible pull in Changbin’s direction, Chan’s reaction was the opposite. It was obvious enough that he disliked the exchange, rumbling low in his chest as he kept his eyes narrowed on the Vampire King.

You were sure that Changbin felt the same way about Chan, even if he did a better job of hiding his reactions. Instead, all you received in return was a wide smile that only grew bigger the closer you came to him, lips pulled back enough to reveal those intimidating fangs.

“Y/N,” Changbin said once you were within earshot, breathing out a sigh of relief as he held out his hand for you.

In response, Chan whined just a little when you removed your fingers from the messy tufts of his fur, smoothing down the strands in reassurance before you wrapped your hand in Changbin’s icy grip. 

He pulled you closer in an instant, disregarding Chan’s bark of displeasure. “You’re even more beautiful tonight, darling,” Changbin purred, accent thick around his nickname for you. 

“Must be the moon,” you joked, letting out a pleased sigh when he buried his nose against the side of your neck, right above the pulse point of your carotid artery where fresh blood circulated. “Do I still smell the same?”

It was meant to be teasing, but Changbin was completely serious when he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, lowering his voice to avoid sensitive ears. “Once you smell more like me, I’ll be satisfied.”

You rolled your eyes at his possessive tone, allowing him to wrap a secure arm around your waist. “Let’s get you home, darling,” Changbin said, earning him another rough bark from Chan - a reminder that the Vampire coven lands were only your home for part of the year. “Have I offended your pet?” Changbin tittered, and you gave him a warning look while Chan growled low in his chest, shifting back to his human form with a trained scowl, bare chest accentuated by the moonlight.

“Those words will cost you more than you’re willing to accept,” Chan said in warning.

“Don’t fight,” you insisted, but the two always managed to rile each other up.

“What can you mean by that, alpha?” Changbin asked, clearly mocking Chan’s title. 

“She’s mine just as much as yours.”

“Well, once I’m done cleaning that foul dog smell from her....” Changbin trailed off with a smirk, allowing room for all kinds of insinuations.

But Chan took it in stride.

“You might want to take it easy,” Chan replied. “I fucked her pretty hard last night.”

You winced when Changbin’s hold on you tightened, and the Vampire was positively seething from Chan’s jab. 

“That’s enough,” you said, intervening before things escalated beyond your control. “This doesn’t have to last any longer.”

“Fine by me,” Changbin grumbled, but you held fast when he tried to turn you both away from the Pack Lands.

There was one last thing you needed to do - a heavy consequence of the exchanges that made everything all the more difficult to accept. 

“You can look at the moon to remember me,” you said in a attempt to cheer up your werewolf mate who had grown despondent. “We’ll always be looking at the same one.”

Chan smiled at the comment, even if there was still far too much sadness in his steady gaze.

“I’ll be here,” Chan said, and his eyes glistened with emotion. “On the first day of Spring, love.”

“You’ve had your turn,” Changbin huffed in complaint, clearly ready to take you back to the Miroh Castle and far away from Chan. 

“When the flowers bloom,” you assured him, nodding at Changbin who started leading you away from the abandoned fortress, coven members falling into place behind him like silent guardians. 

It was always hard for the three of you to endure the exchanges, and you glanced back over your shoulder once to indulge in a final look at your Werewolf mate, pausing at the bottom of the hill and watching Chan’s jet black wolf tossing back his head to release a heart-wrenching howl.

The Past

Betrothal.

It was a word that shouldn’t shock you as much as it did. After all, ever since you were young, you knew that your parents would marry you off to some otherworldly prince. Something that would amount to nothing more than an attempt to arrange peace in the surrounding territories. 

Still, in spite of these expectations, you were anxious for their choices, holding your breath in anticipation as you stood in front of your mother.

The throne room was empty with the exception of the two of you, and the queen seemed in no hurry to ease your anxieties.

“We’ve decided on two suitors,” your mother said to break the painful silence. “Bang Chan is one of them.”

The words were everything you needed to hear - the metaphorical sun emerging from behind the clouds. You smiled, feeling an immense weight lifted from your shoulders. You had known Chan ever since the two of you were children, and although though the possibility had been slim, you were beyond grateful that you could choose him as your lifelong friend to wed.

“You may also choose Changbin,” you mother continued despite having not anticipated anything further on the subject, and you frowned at the mention of the Vampire Prince in the North.

You had only met Changbin a handful of times when you were younger. Mostly, during those forced royal meetings between your Kingdoms. 

He was stoic and quiet, rarely speaking up unless an issue directly involved his Vampires. 

“Obviously, I’m choosing Chan,” you said, giving your mother a quizzical look. 

What made her offer you Changbin as a choice?

Chan was the safest and most logical option - one that stemmed from a history together where you could build from a solid friendship. A person you considered a close confidant. A man who had already started to teach you the finer limits of intimacy between two well-matched souls.

“Now, Y/N,” your mother sighed. “You know you must at least entertain Changbin’s request. He asked for your hand in a very convincing letter.”

“He did?” you questioned her, lowering your gaze to stare at the floor as you tried to make sense of the confounding situation.

Why was Changbin so interested in you? The legendary Vampire Prince who already had the entire world at his feet.

The Present

Vampires naturally ran cold, and it was a disadvantage to you during the frigid months when the inside of the Miroh Castle felt like a prison of ice.

It didn’t help that Changbin himself felt like an ice sculpture, but that didn’t stop you both from secluding yourselves in his bedroom upon your return, barricading the door while Changbin proceeded to produce the most unholy of noises from you. 

“I missed you, darling,” Changbin moaned when you returned from your second high of the evening, barely capable of holding your eyes open as he continued fucking you, hips unrelenting in their rise and fall against your own until his cum was stuffed inside your pussy - marking his claim on you from where Chan had previously left his own.

You whimpered from oversensitivity when Changbin withdrew his cock slowly, groaning when his cum started to leak out against the inside of your thighs.  

“Are you still with me, darling?” Changbin asked with a cheeky smile, offering you a fleeting kiss as he readjusted himself on the bed next to you, scooping you up closer in a juxtaposition of sensations: hot, sweltering skin steaming from your passionate lovemaking, burning against the cold embrace of his arms. 

“I’m okay,” you managed to tell him, eyelids fluttering when he pulled the silken sheets over your naked bodies. 

“You must be exhausted,” Changbin said, lowering his voice another octave as he pressed a tender kiss to your cheek.

“Only a little,” you said. “I’m not meant for long travel like you.”

“Such a fragile thing,” Changbin remarked, and you groaned when he pressed his palm against your breastbone, right above where your heart had slowed down to a steady pace. “I have to remind myself that you’re not like me.”

You raised your hand to fit on top of Changbin’s. “I told you that I can handle it. I promised you long ago that I wouldn’t break.”

“Forgive me,” Changbin whispered. “I’ve always been accused of protecting the things I treasure most.”

There were butterflies fluttering around in your stomach, and if Changbin noticed the way your heart skipped a beat at his sweet declaration, he didn’t comment on it. “I don’t mind being protected.”

Changbin smiled, and you could see the way the light caught on the sharp tips of his incisor teeth. Beautiful, but deadly. “I’ve already made arrangements for my regular responsibilities. It’s just you and me for now, darling.”

You hummed low in your chest - contented - and pressed yourself even closer to Changbin, allowing him to string his fingers through your hair until you succumbed to the day’s exhaustion.

From there, you found yourself monopolizing Changbin’s time for the first week of your arrival, and Changbin found worthy substitutes for his royal duties so that he could re-familiarize himself with every inch of your body - worshipping your skin with a paradox of soft and hard kisses, gentle laps of his tongue and seductive nips of his fangs to draw blood to the surface, and the right combination of sensual and erotic love-making that left you reeling for more. 

It was everything you wanted from the man you adored, but you knew that it couldn’t last forever. Still, you were hoping for more time alone with Changbin after so long apart, opening your eyes one morning to find him standing over you with attentive eyes.

“Darling, you’re a vision,” Changbin whispered, and you couldn’t help but shiver when the icy-tips of his fingers followed the length of your spine, uncovered by the sheet bundled at your waist. 

“Where were you this morning?” you asked him, trying to force your eyelids to remain open.

“I met with some guests,” Changbin replied, and you watched him sit down on the edge of your bed. 

You wiped the remainder of sleep from your eyes, blinding rapidly to adjust to the low light of the room. “Do I know them?”

“I don’t think so,” Changbin said, and he sighed as he tilted his head to give you a contemplative look. “Darling, with the way you look right now, I’m so very tempted to fuck you again.”

You grinned at his forwardness. “I thought Minho was handling everything.”

“Minho refuses to attend another diplomatic meeting,” Changbin chuckled, but there was something in his gaze that told you he would much rather stay next to you in bed instead of listening to some pompous assholes complain about trivial matters.

“I guess I shouldn’t keep you from your people,” you said. “Even though a very selfish part of me wants to.”

“Darling, I’ll do my best to make more time for you,” Changbin said, and at least the sentiment was kind, even if you couldn’t imagine negotiating more time than what you had received for the past week. “Keep resting,” Changbin said, resuming his full height to mess with the buttons on his coat. “I’ll have Jisung bring you breakfast.”

“Hmmm,” you acknowledged him, watching until he reluctantly left the room before allowing sleep to take you once again.

The Past

It was cold when you walked outside, but you were excited to meet Chan that morning, holding your coat closer around your shoulders as you started down the worn path leading away from the castle.

The walk to the shared border between your Kingdom and the Stray Kids pack was always pleasant - allowing you time alone with your thoughts and the clean, calm air to breathe through your lungs as you worked through whatever problem was burdening you at the moment.

On this morning, in particular, all you could think about was Changbin - the revelation of his offering. 

The notorious Vampire Prince who had only spoken to you in passing at royal meetings and dinners, who watched you sometimes from afar with an unusual amount of curiosity, and who had garnered quite the reputation for being skilled in combat.

On paper, he seemed like a good choice for a human princess. A marriage that had the potential to solidify a very powerful alliance. Yet, you weren't concerned with securing political alliances if it meant bonding yourself with someone you didn’t love.

It left Changbin’s intentions under intense scrutiny, reminding you that things were much easier with Chan.

Kind, good-natured Bang Chan. The strong alpha of the Stray Kids pack. A man who shared a close-knit bond with you that had been built over a shared lifelong friendship. 

He had taught you so much about yourself, including the very limits of your strengths and weaknesses.

Someone who could push you like nobody else. A passionate lover who showed you the finer dimensions of sex and lust.

You were always craving for him whether that meant needing him on an emotional or physical level. He was already there waiting for you, wearing tight leather pants and an unbuttoned shirt that revealed the impressive expanse of his upper torso, and you smiled when you could see him pacing in obvious expectation at the end of the weathered path, arms crossed over his chest as he basked in the dappling sunlight breaking through the coverage of the trees.

God, he was gorgeous like that. Standing under the light to radiate every inch of tanned skin. Weathered from his time outside. Highlighting those battle scars that he had earned in numerous fights.

“There you are,” Chan said, eyes still closed, picking up on your scent as the wind caressed your skin from behind.

“How long have you been waiting?”

“It felt like an eternity,” Chan teased you, opening both eyes to fix you with a heated stare. “Come here.”

You were more than willing to oblige, crossing the forest floor to meet him in a perfect embrace, relishing in the strength of his arms wrapped around you. It was instinctual to lean your head back, allowing him to sniff across the expanse of skin stretching at your collarbone. “Good as always?” you smirked.

“There’s something bothering you,” Chan said, pulling away to look into your eyes. “What happened?”

You sighed at his astuteness, wondering if your scent alone could tell him everything you were feeling. “Do you know Seo Changbin?”

Chan frowned. “Yeah. He’s the Miroh Prince....” he trailed off for a moment, wrinkling his nose in disgust. “The Vampire Prince.”

“Right,” you said, shivering at the dark expression he wore. “What do you know about him?”

Chan was slow to reply, and you knew that he was probably aching to find out why you were suddenly interested in Changbin. “Not much. He keeps to himself a lot. But I’ve heard he’s really powerful.”

“I’ve never really spoken to him,” you said, reflecting back on your minimal interactions with Changbin from the past.

The few words you had both shared provided little in terms of understanding the person on the inside.  

“Why would you?” Chan asked, and you found it difficult to meet his eyes.

“My mother told me that you were one of my options,” you said. “For marriage.”

Chan smiled then, something bright and brilliant. “She accepted my proposal?”

“Your name was mentioned,” you said, gasping when Chan suddenly lifted you off the ground, holding you tight against him as he swirled you both through the air. 

“That’s fucking great, Y/N! This is what we both wanted.”

“I know,” you assured him, timid in preparing for the next words to leave your lips. “But she also mentioned another name.”

Chan paused mid-turn, gingerly lowering you back onto your feet. “Another name?”

“Changbin’s,” you exhaled. “He proposed.”

Chan’s eyes grew perceptibly larger, bearing down into your own. He took a step back, falling down against one of the trees to sit on the ground, patting his lap for you to join him. “What could Seo want with you?” 

“I’m not sure,” you admitted, but Chan scoffed as if you had no reason to be concerned, wrapping his arms around your waist as you sat down on one of his thighs.

“You can just pick me,” he said.

“I was going to pick you,” you said, “But my mother says I have to entertain Changbin’s request.”

“Well, that’s bullshit,” Chan grumbled, and you could feel him press a line of kisses to your chin. “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. Give him a night or two and then move on.”

You swallowed hard. “You’re not worried?”

“What could happen?” Chan mused. “Maybe Seo’s ready to settle down and he thinks you would help him secure an alliance.”

“I’m not a political pawn,” you grumbled, and Chan laughed at your pout.

“I know,” he said, leaving more soft kisses against the corners of your lips. “That’s why you’re all mine.”

You moaned at his promise, feeling all other rational thoughts leave your mind in an instant, dragging one hand down the exposed skin of his chest. 

It was both ridiculous and impressive - how simple it was for Chan to break down your walls, and you were suddenly very much aware of your position on his lap, glancing down as you rutted against his thigh, feeling the corners of his mouth turn up in a smirk. “Are you trying to get off?” he asked.

“Please,” you whispered against the inviting seam of his plush lips.

“Go on, love,” Chan said. “Use me.”

It was the only motivation you needed to move even faster, drawing your lower lip between your teeth as you clenched his thigh between your legs, moving your hips in a stuttered rhythm back and forth along the rough fabric of his pants.

“So pretty,” Chan whispered, and you closed your eyes at the drop in his voice, groaning at the heated friction forcing you to grind even faster in the hopes of seeking more of the addicting feeling of his warm skin.

Your orgasm was building by the second, promising an explosion of seismic proportions and all it took was Chan taking a firm hold on your hips to help guide your movements before you were unwinding from the inside out.

You came with a loud moan, uncaring of potential eavesdroppers, and you were grateful for Chan’s reassuring presence. Listening to him sigh at the satisfaction lilting your tone, holding you even closer to bury his face against your neck, testing the potent scent of your combined hormones. 

The Past - Changbin’s Meeting

That same evening, you stood between your mother and father with guarded posture, dressed in the finest silk money could afford, waiting for Changbin’s arrival.

He had sent word earlier with a messenger that he was coming tonight to leave an impression, and he was more than ready to officially make his claim for your hand.

“So soon?” you had questioned your mother when she relayed the infirmation, but she was all pleasant smiles.

“What a lovely opportunity,” she had replied, and you knew that you would be forced to give Changbin more than a cursory glance. 

But you weren’t expecting him to move so fast, swallowing hard past a lump in your throat when one of your Castle guards announced the arrival of Changbin and his advisors.

There was a noticeable chill in the air, when the doors opened, revealing the Vampire Prince standing with an imposing stature, flanked on either side by two gorgeous men wearing black and red garments that brought out the matching colors in their eyes.

“Welcome, Prince Changbin,” your father said, beckoning him forward with an eager hand. “We’re honored to have you.”

Changbin nodded, gaze flitting around the room until those intimidating eyes settled on you. He then walked into the room and held that pervasive contact, looking every part the regal future King of his Vampire Coven. He was remarkably handsome, like most Vampires, eyes narrowed and focused, looking at you from beneath a fringe of obsidian black hair. On either side of him, two imposing members of his court matched his graceful strides, both handsome in their own right, swords sheathed at their sides as they walked in perfect formation.

You shivered between your parents, breaking your fierce stare down with Changbin to look at the floor instead. “Prince Changbin,” your mother said. “We were very glad to see your marriage proposal.”

Speak for yourself, you thought to yourself, taking a deep breath and steeling your nerves before looking up at him again, right into the depths of Changbin’s dark irises. “Y/N,” Changbin spoke, shocking everyone in the room at the informal use of your name. “You look beautiful.”

“T-thank you,” you stuttered, surprised by Changbin’s boldness at dismissing your parents’ greetings. 

“We haven’t had many chances to speak together,” Changbin continued, defying all expectations by addressing only you. “It is my intention to rectify that as best I can.”

“Well,” your mother inserted, years of practice allowing her to resume a regal air despite Changbin’s blatant refusal to respect court decorum. “I’m sure Y/N feels the same way.”

You forced yourself to nod, noting Changbin’s pleased expression as he watched you. “One week at my Castle,” Changbin said, and you trembled at the promising look he sent you. “That’s all I need.”

The Present

The afternoon sun stretched across the sky, promising heat that didn’t quite reach you through the chill layering the air in fragmented parts. 

“Are you coming, Jisung?” you asked, glancing back over your shoulder in amusement.

Changbin’s closest friend startled from where he had been watching several of the court ladies attending to the gardens. “Coming!”

You smiled, deciding not to tease him for his interest. “Is there somewhere else you’d rather be?”

“Of course not!” Jisung protested. “Changbin asked me to watch over you.”

“Hmmm,” you pursed your lips. “I hope I’m not boring.”

“Never!” Jisung gasped as if the idea itself was ludicrous. 

You laughed at Jisung’s expression, grateful that the younger Vampire always managed to bring you so much happiness. “Can we visit the stables?”

“Sure,” Jisung agreed, and he took the lead away from you, guiding your path along the back of the Castle grounds, footsteps crunching beneath the fresh layer of snow on the ground.  

The sound of the horses and their sweet neighing drew you closer, and your pace started picking up in a desperate hurry to reach the gentle sounds. “Slow down!” Jisung groaned from behind you, and you found the comment rather amusing from someone who could run faster than a fresh bolt of lightning - one that could light up the sky with its fury.

But you allowed Jisung to catch-up before you opened the door to the stables. Taking your time to avoid startling the horses, and you didn’t bother waiting for Jisung this time as you approached the horse at the back. 

The biggest and strongest mare, and you grabbed the brush waiting against the wall, opening the little gate separating you from Night - the black mare waiting patiently on the other side.

She was Changbin’s chosen horse, and you were both rather fond of one another’s presence, spending lots of time together in the stables as you helped with her feedings and grooming.

“Hi, there,” you cooed as you set to the work drawing the bristles through Night’s matted flank, detangling the knots and leaving her silky smooth.

She tossed back her head in greeting, statuesque still as she allowed you to work, talking in a low tone about whatever crossed your mind while Jisung tended to the rest of the horses.

It was a relaxing affair, and you could spend hours with the horses and their comforting touch. You often lost track of time between the stalls, but even you could admit that you and Jisung had both stayed in the stables for longer than you had initially anticipated, and the sun was starting to sink low on the horizon.

“It’s getting late,” Jisung remarked as he approached your stall, and you sighed as you nodded your agreement.

“Yeah...”

From behind you, you could hear Jisung shuffling closer. “Do you have more stories to tell Night?”

You smiled at his teasing. “I feel...calmer when I’m with them.”

Jisung sighed, and you could practically feel his indecision. “Y/N...”

“You don’t mind if I stay a little longer?” you interrupted. “You’re more than welcome to go back to the Castle.”

Jisung clicked his tongue, clearly mulling over you proposal. “Will you be alright on your own, my queen?” Jisung asked.

“I’m fine with the horses,” you assured him, offering Jisung a reassuring smile as he bowed and started back into the night.

The moon was nearing it’s peak when your prolonged silence was disrupted once again.

But this time, you didn’t mind the interruption.

“You’ve come to steal me away?” you asked, looking over your shoulder as Changbin came into your view.

“I hope I didn’t startle you,” Changbin said.

“No,” you said, waiting for him to stand next to you.

He did so with a hum of acknowledgment, watching as you continued to attend closely to his favorite horse.

“They love you, darling,” Changbin remarked, giving you with a familiar smile while you continued to smooth the bristles of the brush across Night’s flank.

“They love attention,” you corrected him, allowing your head to fall against Night’s when you felt Changbin’s fingers skate across the skin of your legs exposed at the hem of your dress.

“Maybe they feel safe with you,” Changbin whispered, and you could feel him all over the place - impossible to avoid.

“You’re distracting me,” you said, turning around to look at him as his arms locked around your waist.

“Let me distract you,” Changbin said, and you recognized the fiery embers of lust starting to burn in his gaze.

“Over there,” you said, nodding your head in the direction of the hay bale.

Changbin followed your direction, bringing you both to a more secluded area of the stables.

You sighed when Changbin laid you down on top of the largest bale, helping you readjust your skirts higher up around your waist while he attended to his belt and black leather pants.

The first kisses were fleeting, teasing things. But they quickly grew into something warm and all-encompassing. Desperate exchanges of oxygen and saliva, tongues moving together, and the sensation of the strength in the arms holding you close to him.

Your excitement grew at the prospect of the wonderful bulge pressing against his zipper that left little to the imagination. It was impossible to resist, reaching down to press your hand against him, listening to the hitch in his breathing, and tracing the outline of his erection with teasing fingertips. 

He was the perfect size for you, and your core was positively throbbing at the thought of having him inside of you once again, stretching your walls and contorting your insides to accommodate the shape of him.

“Fuck me,” you said, and Changbin growled as his lips trailed down to suck hard at a patch of skin on you collarbone, determined to paint a collage of red and purple across the unblemished expanse.

“Easy, darling,” Changbin said, reaching down to control your hurried fingers, pulling at the tight waistband of his pants.

But you were both impatient, arching your back to rub against him, and it was enough to push Changbin into action. You smiled in delight, watching him tug down his pants just enough to free his erection, fisting the base as he gave himself several long strokes, encouraging more blood to fill him to full hardness.

“Darling,” Changbin sighed, leaning down to connect your lips again in a heart-stopping kiss. 

It was all you could do to keep yourself together, wrapping your fingers through his thick hair, spreading your legs invitingly and waiting for him to end your desperation. Changbin took the hint, knowing your signs better than his own, moving himself between your legs, pushing against your thighs to make more room. 

The tip of his erection prodded at your entrance, testing just the opening that tried to suck him in. “Greedy little cunt,” Changbin purred, and you groaned at the first stretch of him deeper inside, kissing down the inviting swell of his throat, inhaling the potent smell of his cologne. 

He paused once he was seated all the way against you, hips bumping together, and heat generating hot and thick in spite of the cold of his skin.

“Go on,” you said, giving him all the permission he needed to start a gentle rhythm, rocking you back and forth like you weighed absolutely nothing, building up to something with a tempo that promised to leave you aching for more.

It was always good with Changbin. He was such a careful lover, but he understood when you needed more, and you felt it in the strain on your abdomen when he started picking up speed, feeling you adjusting to him, and Changbin’s hips slapped against yours - a vulgar sound that echoed in the silence of the night. 

His teeth were clenched together in a clear attempt to keep himself from losing all control, baring sharp incisors that glinted under the moonlight. The exertion was obvious in the little grunts he released, sweat caking his forehead, anchoring your leg around his waist for a better angle at your cunt, the slippery slide of his cock filling you over and over again. 

“Bite me, Changbin,” you whispered, overcome with lust and delirious euphoria.

The horses whinnied in the background, disguising your moans when Changbin bit down for the first time, fangs penetrating the soft skin of your collarbone.

Immediately, a warm, delicate haze settled over you like a seductive embrace, filtering your vision through a blinding white light, coaxing an orgasm at the edges where pleasure overwhelmed the sting of the initial plunge of his teeth. 

You could feel him drinking from you, throat bobbing with every delicious swallow of your blood. The feeling of lightheadedness eclipsed your previous desires, and you held tightly to Changbin’s shoulders until the Vampire King managed to pull back with his cock still grinding against your pussy, eyes glowing a bright red with the color matching the stain around his mouth. 

He looked down at you with those intimidating eyes, blood around his lips, and you felt your walls clench around him.

“Cumming!” you moaned, closing your eyes at the continuous pulses of heat and pleasure.

It was like you had been holding your breath for too long, surfacing from a place that only Changbin could bring you, looking up at him through tired eyes as he chased his own release.

His shoulders trembled with you felt him empty everything inside of you, letting out a deep gasp at the tightness milking him for more.

“You’re still there, aren’t you, darling?” Changbin whispered, panting for breath as he leaned down to connect your foreheads.

“I love you,” you said, skimming your lips across his own and tasting the bitterness of your own blood. “You’ll always have me forever.”

“But it’s never enough time with you, darling,” Changbin whispered again, and your high was gone in an instant as he pulled you closer, allowing you to feel the tremor of his shoulders as you both mourned the loss that was to come. 

The Past

The Miroh Castle was an imposing structure, standing tall against the backdrop of the mountains. 

It was to be your temporary home for the next week, surrounded by unfamiliar Vampires and a place that you had never been. 

But that was to be expected as a royal princess seeking marriage. It was pointless to protest, and you decided that it was better to be amiable, so you had ridden with Changbin, holding onto his waist as the horses galloped through the surrounding forest.

The ride was surprisingly gentle, and you could tell Changbin was taking great lengths to ensure your comfort, stopping several times along the way to allow you time to yourself.

It was nice to hide from the watchful gazes of the Vampires. Like they could see something beyond your cold exterior. 

But you were still anxious around them, avoiding the stares of his men, finding yourself lingering close to Changbin since he had all the power over the other Vampires. Surely nothing bad would happen to you?

No, it would be too much trouble. Changbin couldn’t afford to take that risk and upset the much larger domain of your home Kingdom. You kept reminding yourself that Changbin was probably seeking an advantageous marriage, and it was enough to keep the tinge of fear out of your scent. 

There were also things to distract you - like the grandeur of the Vampire Coven Lands, thousands of acres of sprawling countryside. And the Miroh Castle, intimidating in its stature and appearance.

“Here we are,” Changbin announced, jumping down from his horse before opening his arms. “Let me help you.”

You agreed to be polite, feeling his hands grip your waist in a firm hold as he lowered you to the ground. You blushed at the closeness between you, looking away even while his gaze remained intensely focused on you.

In the distance, you could see a pair of Vampires walking in your direction, and Changbin turned to them in expectation. “Welcome back,” the first one said, grinning from ear to ear while his partner proceeded to take Changbin’s horse.

“You’re surprisingly punctual,” Changbin grumbled, and he looked back to usher you forward until you were directly in front of the new Vampire. “This is Jisung,” Changbin explained, and you forced a smiled at the unfamiliar face.

“Hello,” you greeted him politely, and Jisung smirked as he glanced back and forth between you and Changbin.

“Jisung will show you to your room,” Changbin continued. “I have some business to address, and then I can come up and have dinner with you.”

“O-okay,” you stuttered, somewhat hesitant to abandon Changbin’s side and follow his aide.

But there was no time to show any fear, and you mustered as much courage as you could, glancing back over your shoulder to see Changbin engaged in low conversation with the two Vampires who had accompanied you on your trip.

It was late when Changbin finally came upstairs to keep his earlier promise to you, and you noticed that two Castle servants followed him into the room.

“Y/N,” Changbin greeted you, and you noticed the evident exhaustion written across his expression even as he attempted to maintain a façade of indifference. “I hope you found something to occupy your time.”

“Yeah,” you agreed...if naps were a thing.

“I didn’t mean to keep you so long,” Changbin said, following the servants around the expensive table that you noticed earlier - laying down fine silver and well-pressed napkins. “I’ve done my research,” he continued. “But I won’t say that I’m an expert on human delicacies.”

“Oh!” 

You had forgotten that Changbin only drank blood.

“I had some help,” Changbin said, and he pulled out one of the chairs and gestured you over. “Join me?”

You nodded in return, allowing him to play the part of the perfect suitor as he tucked you against the table. “Whatever you have is fine with me.”

“You don’t have to be so formal with me, Y/N,” Changbin said. “I want you to feel comfortable.”

“I do,” you insisted, but Changbin was far too intuitive for his own good.

But he didn’t remark on your lie, allowing silence to fill the space between you both as the servants finished setting the table and laying out the impressive selection of food to choose from. “I didn’t know what you’d like,” Changbin said with a surprisingly sheepish tone.

Like he was nervous?

“It looks amazing,” you said, and he seemed to brighten just a little. 

“Y/N,” he said, sitting back in his chair as you helped yourself. “Have you ever heard of Vampire Imprinting?”

You paused mid-bite, lowering your spoon as you considered him. “It sounds familiar?”

Changbin nodded. “I’d be surprised if you did. It’s a very old Vampiric custom. Something of a myth.”

“It doesn’t exist?”

“Not exactly,” Changbin said. “Royals have been known to feel its touch.”

“Like you,” you said, and Changbin smiled.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Like me.”

“So, you’ve felt it then?” you asked. “The imprint?”

“I have,” Changbin said, and his expression had transformed in the blink of an eye - something completely serious as he stood up from the table, coming around to stand next to you. “Let me explain. It’s been said that the imprint is an instinctual recognition of the soul’s counterpart in another.”

“Really?” you asked. “I kinda like the sound of that.”

It seemed to spur Changbin’s confidence, and he lowered himself to even his tone. “We know when we feel it because the imprint is all-encompassing. It ignites every one of our senses, and we can’t resist the pull.”

You were taken aback by his closeness, counting each fleck of black in his irises. “Changbin?”

“I feel it with you,” he said. “I didn’t notice it at first, but every time we’ve been together, there’s nothing I can focus on but you.”

“Changbin,” you said again, pushing yourself back. “You can’t be serious!” 

“I’m perfectly serious,” Changbin said, and you shivered when the cold tips of his fingers flashed across the skin of your lips. “And I’ve waited long enough.”

The present - One Month Later

The dead of winter was always excruciating, but this season was far worse than usual. The cold was nearly unbearable, and you could tell that Changbin was growing frustrated with himself, unable to offer you additional warmth as you shivered beneath several deep layers of blankets.

“Darling,” Changbin said, choking up around the nickname as he studied you with sad eyes. “What can I do?”

“I’m alright,” you tried to assure him, but surely even Changbin didn’t appreciate your attempts to improve the situation.

“It’s the mutt’s fault,” Changbin growled. “I offered to change the dates!”

It was nothing but the truth. Long ago, Changbin had sucked up his pride and requested that he and Chan switch their turns with you. Instead of staying with Changbin during the winter, Chan would house you during the colder months.

The logic behind the premise was obvious, and it made more sense for your overall comfort.

But Chan wasn’t willing to allow you to extend your stay with Changbin through his next turn until Winter returned again, and Changbin wasn’t pleased to let you stay any longer with Chan. 

Instead, the constant bickering led nowhere, and you found yourself enduring the worst of the harsher seasons. 

In the summer time, you would appreciate nothing more than Changbin’s chilled touch, and in the winter, Chan was a walking furnace who could warm you in minutes.

Yet, their stubborn inclinations prevented any sort of progress on the issue.

“Binnie,” you whispered, waiting for his dark eyes to look at you. “We always get through his part, don’t we?”

“You’ll get sick,” Changbin protested, pacing anxiously at the foot of your bed. “I’ll have Jisung send up more blankets.”

You nodded, hoping to appease him. “Thank you.”

Changbin sighed, running his fingers through the mess he had already made of his dark hair. “I’m useless to you, darling,” Changbin said, and you hated the self-deprecating tone. “I can’t help you when you need me the most.”

“Come lay down with me,” you said, blinking your eyes in a way that he couldn’t resist.

“Just on the edge,” Changbin insisted, and you watched him through half-lidded eyes as he cautiously perched himself on the mattress next to you. 

“I know you’re doing the best you can,” you said, allowing one hand to free itself from its warm cocoon to briefly touch his arm.

“It’s not enough,” Changbin grumbled, and you were both silent then, lost to your own thoughts as the blizzard outside continued to intensify.

The Past

Despite your initial expectations, your stay at the Miroh Castle was nothing like you had anticipated.

It was shocking, at first, learning of Changbin’s feelings and the unusual place where they came from.

But the more time you spent with him, the greater you understood the impossible connection. It all seemed to fall into place like two adjoining pieces of a puzzle that required one last formation. Everything made sense, and you could feel the same pull towards him that he had once described to you. 

Fleeting touches turned into prolonged skin-on-skin contact. Gentle pecks of your lips together became passionate exchanges of raw feeling. 

It was getting harder to control the urges. The incessant desire to be as close to him as possible.

Most nights ended up like this: outstretched limbs intertwined together, laying against one another in Changbin’s bed. 

Your evenings together often began as sweet nothings and gentle, affectionate worship. But nothing ever prevented the impossible desire boiling beneath your skin. “Tell me again,” you whispered, fingernails digging into Changbin’s strong biceps as he held himself over you. “How long has it been?”

“I’ve known from the beginning,” Changbin whispered. “That our souls were matched in such a way that we couldn’t help but love each other.”

You whimpered at the response, reaching up for another kiss which Changbin indulged. The taste of him was intoxicating, especially when you were both this close to being completely undressed. 

It was hard to remember how it happened, but your shirt and pants had been abandoned long ago, and Changbin’s well-pressed, two-piece suit was nothing but long trousers barely hanging to his hips. 

You both wanted it more than anything, and Changbin growled low in his chest, fingers making an absolute mess out of your cunt, squelching between tight walls where you were leaking all over the sheets. You were certain that to a Vampire with enhanced senses, nothing probably smelled more delicious. Especially with your blood pumping hard through your veins, heart beating far too fast in your chest.

To most, it would seem like you were both moving too fast, but there was something greater between you and Changbin that defied tradition. It made you long for him in ways that you had never experienced, and you reached around his waist, wrapping your hands under his ass to squeeze the inviting swell. “Take these off,” you insisted, and Changbin’s fingers left you feeling empty as he practically tore his pants down his powerful thighs, taking his boxers down with him, leaving you both bare and exposed.

For a moment, Changbin kneeled between your legs, eyes strolling across your body, and you did the same to him. Studying each curve and angle, admiring the roundness of his pecs, and bringing a hand down the dips and grooves of his abdominal muscles.

“Can I show you how much I love you?” Changbin asked, and you nodded your head so hard that it almost made you dizzy.

Changbin chuckled at your eagerness, reconnecting your lips and lowering his chest so that you could feel it against your own. The thumping of your hearts beating in time with the other.

Everything was scorching between you both, and you parted your thighs on instinct, wrapping your legs around his waist as you kissed him with everything you had left in you. 

But like the sudden plunge of your head beneath ice-cold water, you froze when you felt Changbin’s hard cock against your inner thigh, realizing that he wasn’t wearing protection.

“Condom,” you moaned against his mouth, pulse skyrocketing when the tip of his erection prodded against the swollen folds of your cunt. 

“Huh?” Changbin grunted, teeth pricking at your sensitive skin.

“Changbin,” you grimaced, using one hand to push against his chest, forcing him to look at you. “I’m not having sex with you without a condom!”

Changbin blinked twice, craning his head from side to side. “I don’t have one...”

He trailed off, and you were suddenly very much cognizant of the lack of clothing between the two of you. “Changbin.”

“The chances of anything happening...” Changbin said, giving you a look of pure yearning.

“It’s not a risk worth taking,” you said, laughing at Changbin’s disgruntled growl, teeth dragging across your collarbone in a fleeting attempt to change your mind.

It was enough to spark your imagination, curling your fingers through his hair to drag him up again. “I have another idea.”

He cocked one brow, giving you a clear invitation to continue. “Oh?”

You smiled, reaching out to touch the swollen plushness of his lips, slipping one finger inside the seam. “Yeah.”

Changbin shivered, eyes darkening with lust. “Y/N.”

“I’ve heard rumors about how it feels,” you said, tracing the line of his sharp incisors. “Pure ecstasy.” 

Changbin groaned, reaching up to return your hand to the bed. “You don’t understand, darling. When I smell your blood, it’s all I can do to resist losing out to the craving.”

“It’s just a little taste,” you said. “And I trust that you can keep yourself under control.”

“What if I don’t trust myself?” Changbin asked, and you could sense his hesitation, leaning up to brush your lips across his own. 

“Changbin, I know you can fight it,” you said, gazing deeply into his dark-colored eyes. “I want you to do this.”

“Darling...” His protestations were lost when you bared your neck to the side, swiping back your hair to expose the throbbing carotid artery that was pulsing with life. 

Your scent was everywhere, and you could see the moment Changbin relented to his desires, moving down to plunge his teeth into your flesh.

“Oh!” you gasped, unprepared for the immediate sting of pain. But it was quickly replaced by something far more pleasurable, and you found yourself moaning as Changbin’s hand came around to support the back of your head, holding you tight as he continued to drink.

The sensations were overwhelming - the skin on skin contact exhilarating and heightening the delicate paradox of Changbin’s throaty swallows and the light-headed dizziness of losing so much blood at once. 

You felt like you were close to the ultimate high - losing yourself to the clouds. But then Changbin pulled back with a deep growl, eyes glowing bright with his pupils so small that they were nothing more than an imperceptible dot.

The man leering above you was delirious, lips drawn back to expose the blood staining his teeth. 

Your blood.

“Y/N,” Changbin said, voice husky and baritone. “Are you alright, darling?”

You managed a nod, taking delight in Changbin’s amused chuckle, watching him lean over for the towel abandoned on the bedside table. He wiped off his mouth, closing his eyes to take a deep breath as he collapsed on the bed next to you, drawing you closer into his arms.

“I think that was the best almost sex I’ve ever had,” he teased, and even with your limited coherency, you managed a smile.

The Present - Spring

It was nearing midnight, and you could just make out Chan’s shape against the horizon. “I’m guessing he doesn’t own many shirts,” Changbin muttered, and you pouted at his sour mood.

But it was always this way with both of them at the exchanges. 

True to form, Chan walked up to you wearing only the thick wool jacket that hung from his shoulders, revealing every hardened plane of muscle on his chest and stomach. “Y/N,” Chan said, opening his arms wide and inviting you into his familiar embrace.

You immediately placed your head against his shoulder, delighting in the natural heat emanating from him. “You reek,” Chan muttered, and Changbin snarled from behind you - a warning of his own.

“It’s nice to see you too,” you grumbled, and Chan merely laughed and wrapped a secure arm around your waist.

“We’ve got lots of catching up to do, love.”

“Hi, Y/N,” Jeongin spoke up with a timid tone, and you gave him a warm smile, nodding your head at Felix and Seungmin. 

“Looks like we’re done here,” Chan said, keeping one arm around your shoulders as he tried to take you away from the fortress.

But Changbin stopped him with a firm huff of his name. “Hey, Bang Chan,” he said, and you turned around with Chan - both of you glancing at each other.

“Yeah?”

Changbin hesitated, and you were heartbroken by the despair in his gaze. “Keep her until next Spring. We should remedy our arrangement. It’s far too cold for Y/N here during the Winter.”

You and Chan were both surprised by Chanbin’s admission, and you squirmed free from Chan’s arms to hurry back to Changbin, holding his face between your hands as your gazes met. “Binnie, that’s a whole year.”

“It’s worth it to me, darling,” Changbin said, and he pulled you close for a desperate kiss. “We’ll make up for lost time.”

You knew that he would do everything to keep that promise, but it was very difficult to pull yourself away from Changbin knowing that it would be the last time you felt his touch this cycle, observing him from over your shoulder as Chan led you to your home on the Pack Lands.

“You know, I agree with him on one thing,” Chan said later on in the quiet of his cabin, and you found yourself captivated by the earnest look in his eyes. “I’ll never get enough of you, love.”

You squirmed in his arms, wincing when you jostled the engorged knot keeping the two of you connected. “Sorry,” you whispered. “Why do you always have to say things like that? Now I’m all embarrassed.”

“Maybe I like your reactions,” Chan laughed, lifting one of your legs higher around his waist to tease a finger against your sensitive opening. “I’m not sure that you can handle a whole year with me, love.”

You smiled, but the reminder of Changbin had your heart twisting inside your chest. Could you manage a year without your other half?

It wasn’t that Chan couldn’t keep you happy, but he wasn’t everything that you needed. There would always be a strong pull to both of them. “You think you’re tough shit, wolf king?” you teased him, and Chan playfully nipped at your ear, holding you close and promising all the comfort you needed. 

Like the seasons that changed, you moved back and forth between two powerful holds on your heart.

Even though it tested you in ways you could’ve never anticipated, the bi-annual exchanges were simply the way things had to be.

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Pairing: Yang Jeongin x fem! reader

Genre: fluff, bits of angst, and smut at the end; non idol au, friends-to-lovers

Word Count: 10k (idk what happened either, please don’t look at me like that 👁👁)

Warnings: Mature Content ahead! (yk me, always gotta add some spice) Strong language, mentions of alcohol and intoxication, PIV, (implied) first time, fingering (f rec), cum eating, protected sex.

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Amidst the cacophony of noise in the café, there was a man quietly sitting in the corner of the room. His name— Yang Jeongin; a young, handsome man… who looked like he was about to lose his shit. In Jeongin’s 20 years of living, NEVER would he have thought that his heart would pound wildly under the presence of his best friend—the same person who witnessed every single gross, embarrassingly pathetic moment in his life, but here he is now, stomach wrenching in anxiety as you reenacted how your day went.

“So then Brian had to help me rewire the entire system!” you huffed, throwing your hands up in wild gestures. “Just how incompetant do you have to be to misplace every single wire?! Red plug to the red ringed input thingy, yellow plug to the yellow input and so on! It’s not rocket science!” Before you could fully lose your anger, you took a few sips of your drink to cool down. Noticing that Jeongin was spacing out, your eyebrows creased in worry. “Hey, are you okay?”

The sound of your voice snapped him out immediately, only now did he realise that he zoned out during your rant. “Oh, yup! Of course I’m okay! Why?”

“I don’t know, maybe cause you’re staring at me the same way you did when you had your first kiss with that cockroach,” you laughed, remaking the exact expression he made that day. Jeongin hid his face, groaning.

“That was such a traumatizing experience,” he shivered, the dramatic-ness of his reply drove you into laughter.

“No but seriously, what’s wrong? You’ve been a little quiet this whole time.”

Jeongin’s heart raced. What am I supposed to say? ‘Oh nothing big, I’m just nervous cause I’ve been madly in love with you since we were kids’? He sucked in his lips, fiddling with his fingers. “I don’t know,” he stuttered, “I guess I’m just really happy to be in your company again, that’s all.”

Your eyes softened. “Aw, I’m sorry, Innie,” you pouted, reaching over to hold his hand, making his heart race. “It has been a while since the two of us hung out, huh?” Jeongin let out a shaky breath, eyes lingering on your entwined hands. He looked up, faking a sad pout.

“Duh. Ever since you started hanging out with your radio show friends, we don’t spend as much time anymore. I miss you, you know?” The second his last words spilled out, he panicked. Fuck fuck fuck. Why did you say that?! he thought as his face turned red in embarrassment. However, if Jeongin wasn’t so busy beating himself up, he would’ve noticed how flustered you’ve become. The simple 7 letter phrase sent your heart racing—though there was another 7 letter phrase you’d much rather hear from him. In an attempt to cover up your true feelings, you chuckled, pinching his hand before you let go, much to Jeongin’s disappointment.

“Come on, you don’t really miss me that much? Don’t tell me you don’t have any other friends other than me, loser.”

He huffed. “Of course I do have other friends. It’s just that they’re not my best friend, aren’t they?”

“Aw, it’s okay baby,” you grinned. “If you really missed me that much, you could’ve just called and I would’ve made time for you. You know I always do!”

“Yeah, I guess, but I didn’t wanna bother you! You have been busy lately so—”

You rolled your eyes. “I told you countless times before: I’m never too busy for you, Jeongin.”

He stared at your face for a bit before breaking out a huge smile. “Thanks, Y/n.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re my favorite dumbass, what would I do without you? You know how boring my life would be?”

“Nevermind. I take everything I said back.” The two of you laughed for a few seconds before resuming back to your own tasks. You looked back down to your notepad, staring down at the highlighted markings on your script. Jeongin watched your eyes darted back and forth from said script to your notepad, wanting to gaze upon your stunning face a bit longer. After a few minutes, he begrudgingly tore his eyes off of you, hoping that you hadn't noticed his stares. As his brown orbs trailed back to his spiral notebook filled with mundane notes, a plethora of messages erupting from his cell phone caught his attention. Immediately, he dropped his pen to read what was the gossip his friends wanted to talk about today.

His eyes scanned through the seven new messages sent by 5 of his friends; texts about Jisung telling everyone to bring a date to their party, Hyunjin and Changbin arguing that Minho “didn’t count”, Jisung complaining and saying that he wasn’t going to bring Minho anyways, and Minho saying he’d take Seungmin instead, to which the latter strongly disagreed to. Jeongin muffled his laugh, covering his mouth to stop himself from interrupting your train of thought—which was useless for it only made you even more curious. Shaking it off, you merely sighed, continuing to scribble down your notes with furrowed brows. Meanwhile, Jeongin, who was now holding his phone with both hands, decided to join in on the conversation. Despite only taking his eyes off of the screen for 30 seconds, there were already another eight messages from the rest of the guys. Jeongin laughed, reading messages of Minho and Seungmin bickering about their script for a radio show. He wanted to crack a sneer joke about the divorce couple when the thought of you flashed his mind, giving him an idea. ‘Can I bring Y/n tomorrow?’ he texted, resulting in the guys sending messages of approval (in the form of some weird ass emojis).

With the okay of his friends, he dropped his phone with a slight bang, slightly startling you. “So, are you—uhm—planning on doing anything this weekend?” Jeongin asked, twirling the strings of his bracelet nervously. You stopped writing and looked at him. Moving your pen away from your notepad, you brought it closer to your mouth, not noticing the sheer layer of sweat coating his forehead. You hummed in thought, mentally going through your schedule.

“Hmm...Nope! I think I’ll be free, why?”

His eyes sparkled in delight, mentally fistbumping the air. “Cool! I was wondering if you wanna go to a party with me!”

Immediately, you cringed. “A party?” you drawled. “Yikes. Whose party?”

“Hyunjin and Jisung are the hosts! They wanna celebrate the end of finals week, and the school year, in general, ‘as a reward’ or something. It’s gonna be at someone else’s house though.”

Parties? A gathering of more than 10 people who get together to drink, fuck, and other potentially illegal stuff? Yeah, that’s a hard ‘no’ for you. If it were just going to be the 9 of you, then you wouldn’t have minded but knowing how well known those guys are, there will definitely be more than 9 people there. You frowned in slight disappointment, thinking that he was going to invite you to hang out with him—only him. Just the two of you. But instead he offers you to a party? Knowing full well how much you despise parties, especially with people you don’t know? You grimaced. “Mmm...I’ll think about it, man.”

“Come on! Please? You said you’d go!” Jeongin pleaded.

“Whoa whoa, hang on. I told you I’m free; I never said I’d go to a party with you!”

“Please, Y/n?” he pouted. “I don’t like parties either but I already promised them I’d go!’

“Jeongin…” you sighed, “You can’t go making promises you can’t keep.” You went back to your notes, marking the end of the conversation. The air grew silent between you two. Looking up, you noticed Jeongin’s sullen expression. Feeling guilty, you let out a sharp exhale, catching his attention. “I’ll go,” you whispered.

“Really?” he exclaimed, eyes widening in surprise. “You don’t have to, if you really don’t want to.”

“It’s okay, I felt bad for declining. You looked like a kicked puppy,” you snickered. “Besides, anywhere I go is only fun when you’re around. You know that, don’t you?”

“Hi, guys.” Jeongin greeted tiredly, locking the door behind him. In the kitchen, there was Hyunjin, Jisung, and Changbin, all huddled up around the stove like cavemen discovering fire for the first time.

Jisung was the first to acknowledge his arrival. “You’re late, honey,” he teased, not making eye contact. “Too busy sucking Y/n’s pretty face?” Jeongin’s visage turned into the bright shade of crimson. He spluttered in embarrassment, trying to explain that he could barely even look at you in the eyes anymore. Thankfully, Hyunjin was there to save him. God bless you, Hyunjin! The taller male smacked the back of Jisung’s head. He clicked his tongue. “Stop it, Jisung. You know he’s sensitive to that topic! It’s not nice to rub in the fact that he’s too chicken to confess to her!”

Jeongin groaned, throwing his bag onto the floor, next to the couch. Yeah, I take it back. God, please curse those two. He muttered, “You guys are all jerks.” Fortunately, no one heard him. Changbin snorted, hitting the two stooges on the back of their heads.

“Anyways, welcome home, kid,” Changbin turned around to talk to the younger. “We’re just making ramen. Grab a bowl, it’ll be done in 5 minutes.”

“Thank you,” Jeongin muttered. He brushed past the huddle of toned bodies to grab a bowl and a pair of chopsticks from the respective places. “Where are the others?” he asked quietly.

“Chan stayed behind to add some finishing touches for our track, Felix went grocery shopping, and you know where the other two went,” Jisung answered, glancing back at Jeongin for a brief second before returning his attention back to the boiling pot of instant noodles.

Hyunjin then turned around, striking a flamboyant pose. “Kiss the Radio,” he whispered in the same manner they do for the intro. The boys, with the exception of the youngest, chuckled; Jisung lifting his palm for a high five, to which Hyunjin took. Jeongin silently sat at the table, blankly staring down at his bowl. Changbin, being the observant older brother he is, immediately caught onto his friend’s gloomy behavior. He pulled a chair for himself, sitting across from him.

“Talk to me, what got you so moody on this lovely Friday evening?” Jeongin, being the emotional teen he still is, refused to tell him at first, in fear that they’d laugh at him. He grumbled, fiddling with the chopsticks in his hands. Changbin tsked, somewhat disappointed that the baby of their friend group felt the need to close off his worries from them. “Come on, you can tell us. You know we’ll always be here to help you out and give you advice.”

The younger finally sighed. “It’s Y/n again,” he murmured, cheeks reddening at the thought of you. Jeongin briefly looked up at Changbin, continuing his speech when he gave him a subtle nod to continue. “I—gosh guys—I feel like I’m going crazy! We finally hung out, just the two of us, for the first time in almost a year, and I felt like I was going to...I don’t know, pee myself!”

“Luckily you didn’t!” Hyunjin tried to cheer Jeongin up, resulting in a nudge from Jisung.

“It’s been so long since it was just us, I forgot how nerve-wracking it is to be alone with her and ended up gawking like an idiot! My hands felt so clammy, my eyes bounced everywhere except at her, everytime she talked to me, and my stomach felt so twisted and empty. I felt so unprepared, it was embarrassing! Best friends shouldn’t be scared to be in each other’s presence!”

“Well best friends aren’t in love with each other,” Changbin smirked. The red in Jeongin’s cheeks amplified, resisting the urge to hide himself.

“Changbin! That’s not funny!”

The elder threw his arms up teasingly. “Just saying!”

Jeongin lets out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his face with his palms out of stress. “Guys, what should I do? I can’t keep doing this! I need to tell Y/n I love her before I regret anything!”

The whole kitchen was dead silent. Every single one of them were gathering up their brain cells in order to brainstorm some good ideas. All of a sudden, Hyunjin’s face lit up, as if he had an eureka moment. “I know!” he said, pounding his fist against his palm. “Did you tell Y/n about that party we invited you to?” Jeongin nodded with a skeptical ‘yeah’.

“Good! At that party, why don’t you pretend to be drunk in order to confess to Y/n? You know, if she doesn’t feel the same way, you can just blame it on the alcohol!” The three boys stared at him as if he had grown a second head.

Jisung was the first to break the silence. “Dude,” he began, “that’s fucking smart!”

“What?” Jeongin asked incredulously.

“Yeah, you should totally do it like that!” Jisung walked over to Jeongin, leaving Hyunjin to prepare the ramen himself. He wrapped one arm around the younger’s shoulders, smacking his chest with the other. “The sooner, the better! And that way, you can finally get your feelings off of your chest and she won’t renounce your 12 year long friendship!” The longer Jeongin thought about it, the more tempting the plan was. Poor, easily persuaded boy...

“NO!” Changbin intervened. “No no no. You’re doing it all wrong!” He sighed, setting his drink down onto the table. Getting out of his chair, he stepped closer to Jeongin, pushing Jisung out of the way and placing his own hands on his shoulders. “Listen. If you want a sure fire way to confess your feelings to Y/n, then I say you should just man up and tell her— without the use of alcohol or lying. Do you really think you’d be satisfied if you followed that dumbass plan?”

“Hey! It’s not dumb!” Hyunjin cried, slowly waddling to the table with the pot of ramen steaming in his hands.

“Yes, it is. And that’s exactly why you two are single.”

Jeongin stared at the ground sourly, now thinking of other ways to successfully reveal his true feelings to you without embarrassing himself. “Whatever,” Changbin smirked. “Hey, isn’t Y/n one of the hosts in that radio show you guys were talking about earlier?”

“Kiss the radio?” Looking back up, Jeongin tilts his head in confusion.

“Yeah, that one. And don’t they do that segment where they have confessionals or something?”

“Yeah…? Where are you going with this, Changbin?”

The elder rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh. “So...Confess to Y/n through that!”

Jeongin’s heart dropped. He could already feel his palms sweating in fear. There is no way he is going to declare his love for his best friend in front of thousands of listeners. “I can’t do that,” he stuttered in pure panic. “That’s a really popular show! One person is enough for me to lose my crap, but in front of a bunch of strangers?! I might have an aneurysm, man! Or worse!”

Changbin sighed, finally releasing his grip from his shoulders. “Hyunjin’s really rubbing off of you, huh?”

“Again. Hey!” the said man pouted. Jisung, on the other hand, noisily slurped his noodles, enjoying that his best friend was getting picked on instead of him.

Brushing Hyunjin off, Changbin continued, “Confess to her, yeah, but under like, an alias or a code name that only the two of you know! Declare your undying love to the love of your life but still keeping it on the downlow. Easy!” He clapped his hands in triumph as he uttered his final word. The other two boys let out an amazed “oh” in unison, dropping their chopsticks to give their eldest friend a round of applause. Changbin held his palm up with a curt nod, signaling for them to cease their clapping as if he were the president of Korea. With his jaw dropped widely in awe, Jeongin’s eyes sparkled. That’s...brilliant! he thought. He gave Changbin an excited smile, ready to thank him for his help. Just as he opened his mouth, the shorter man turned back to him, lips twisted in a smirk. “No need to thank me, I know I’m brilliant,” he boasted, sticking his chin up high. Suddenly, he sighed. “Be careful, you might feed into my ego! I know I’m an amazing bro, but you don’t have to rub it in!”

“Okay, you know what, Bin?” Jisung snorted. “You’re way too cocky for someone who’s only 167 centimeters.”

“FUCK OFF!”

…For the rest of the night, Jeongin spent his free time in his room, brainstorming what to write in his love letter. However, he couldn’t produce anything that satisfied him—and the evidence lay in the mountain of discarded paper in the trash bin next to his bed. He sighed out of frustration, palms rubbing against his tired eyes. Damn it, I think I need help…

He snatched his phone from beside him and unlocked it, immediately going to the messaging app. He scrolled down until he found the exact contact he was looking for. Tapping on the number, he swiftly brought the phone to his ear, hearing it ring several times before someone picked up. “Chan? Are you busy?”

The line was quiet for a few seconds until Chan’s voice was registered. “Never too busy for you guys. Why?”

“I need advice.”

“About…? You know I’m just in the room across yours, right?” Chan softly giggled.

Jeongin awkwardly chuckled, face reddening. “Uhm. This is kinda embarrassing for me to talk about face to face so I’ll just settle with calling…” he said as he fidgited with his ear.

“Ah, understandable. In that case, go ahead!”

“Hypothetically speaking, you want to write your feelings, let’s say, love, down on a piece of paper. What exactly do you write?”

“Oh?” There was clear mischief laced in Chan’s tone. “Well Jeongin, this is more of a subjective matter. There are a ton of things you can write in a love letter; it could be a bittersweet one, a romantic one, or even a more platonic one for your friends! It all depends on what you want to say deep in your heart. Doesn’t matter if you use simple vocabulary or Shakespearean language, as long as you are conveying YOUR LOVE through YOUR OWN WORDS, that’s all there is to it. If you’re going for the more, uh, romantic approach, you can talk about how strongly you love this person. Simple but nevertheless meaningful—nothing could go wrong! Just let it flow naturally…Get it?”

“I think I do…Thanks Chan!”

“Any time! Oh and good luck with Y/n! I’m rooting for you buddy!”

Jeongin blushed, hastily telling Chan ‘thank you’ before ending the call and locking his phone, sliding it back to its original spot. Now that he had a better idea of what to write, he did not feel as antsy. After ripping another sheet of paper in half, he picked up his pen once more to write. Without the pressure of making his letter “flawless”, his thoughts were now able to flow effortlessly through his pen and onto the parchment. His hand moved like it was on autopilot, it was as if his heart had taken over. He was so sucked in that in no time, the entire half sheet was filled with lines of his love. Setting the pen down, he picked up the paper to read what he wrote, face glowing red once he finished.

‘Oh my God, is this too much? This kinda doesn’t even sound like me? Will Y/n know it’s even me?’ Shaking off his doubts, he folded the paper into halves three times, slipping it into his bag pocket and leaving it there until the weekday rolled around. Grabbing his phone, he launched himself onto his bed, pulling his blanket over his body. He squirmed around for a few minutes before shutting his eyes, drifting off into slumber.

The morning came around quickly and the whole day was a blur for Jeongin as the night quickly approached. He anxiously sat on the dining chair, fixing himself for the 8th time that night. “Dude,” Jisung randomly popped up from behind, startling the already antsy boy. “You look like you’re trying to hold in diarrhea. Relax! It’s just Y/n!”

Felix came in right behind Jeongin’s other side, scaring him as well. “That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one in love with her.”

Jeongin rolled his eyes, slightly embarrassed, and completely unaware of your arrival. “You guys—”

“Y/n~! Hi!” Hyunjin greeted, running past the trio to you and wrapped his arms around you, leaning to give you a kiss on your head. You cringed, squirming to get out of his grip.

“Ew!” you laughed, “You reek of alcohol, Hyunjin! Get away from me!” Seungmin then appeared beside you, helping you unlatch Hyunjin from you. He jokingly pushed the latter away from you, teasing him that you don’t like socializing with tipsy people. Hyunjin pouted, walking off to bother Minho.

“Thanks, Min,” you grinned.

“Any time,” he shrugged, returning your grin. “Didn’t think I’d see you at a party?”

“I could say the same for you! You hate parties more than me.”

“Yeah, but the thing is, I’m one of the hosts, unfortunately. What’s your excuse?”

“I’m here to accompany my best friend!”

“Oh?” Seungmin raised his brows. “Speaking of…Are you ever going to tell him?”

“No!” Your voice dropped, eyes widening. “He cannot know I have feelings for him. Not yet, at least!”

He raised his arms up in a surrendering stance with a smug expression. “Okay, okay! Just saying! And if you do decide to confess, I’ll be here to cheer you on! Me and the rest of the guys!”

You giggled, “Thank you, Seungmin!”

On the other side of the house, Jeongin sat there, stressed. “I’m telling you, Jeongin!” Jisung said, now tipsier than a few minutes before. “If all else fails, you can also fake being drunk! It’s smart! If she returns your feelings, happy ending! If she doesn’t, not so happy ending, yeah, but you can just blame it on the alcohol and just make up whatever excuse. Foolproof!”

“That is anything but foolproof!” Felix said in disbelief. “Please don’t do that, Jeongin! Just be honest with Y/n. That would be a foolproof plan.”

The youngest furrowed his eyebrows in thought. “Hmm…You're right. This is a dumb idea.” He smiled at Felix. “I should just be honest with her! Thanks, Lix!”

Wanting to go over to you, Jeongin turned back in time to witness you throwing yourself into Seungmin’s arms, you kissing his cheek as Seungmin blushed. His heart dropped— jealousy brewing inside. After an internal debate with himself, Jeongin finally came to a conclusion. He placed his cup down on the counter and turned back to where you and Seungmin were at. He messed up his clothes and put on a ditzy face, swaying back and forth in the same manner he’d seen his friends do. He already reeked of alcohol and was tipsy enough to pull through with this stupid plan. Nothing can go wrong...right? “Oh no…” Felix muttered exasperatedly, realizing that Jeongin was in fact pulling through with the plan while Jisung cheered on the side.

He dragged himself into the living room , stumbling close enough to where the two of you were at. “Y/n!” he ‘drunkenly’ sang, launching his body onto yours. “I miss you~!” He tightened his arms around you, relishing the feeling of your warm body in his arms, and how perfectly you fit in them. Jeongin could feel tears picking his eyes, wishing he could enjoy this feeling without ‘being drunk’.

You stumbled, caught off guard. “Jeongin?” you stuttered. “Are you okay? What’re you—?”

He whined, “Why are you hanging out with Seungminnie? Aren’t you supposed to be with me? I’m supposed to be your date tonight, not him!”

“H-huh?”

“Y/n, I think he’s already drunk,” Seungmin spoke softly, stifling his laughter. “I think he had too much to drink tonight, you think you can take him home for us?”

“What? Uh, sure but I don’t have the keys to your house.” From behind, Jeongin whined, rubbing his face against your nape. Your face grew warm out of shyness, body writhing from the tickling sensation. Unbeknownst to you, Jeongin used that opportunity to inhale your familiar scent. He was internally applauding himself for how well this is going. Good job, Jeongin! And thank you, Hyunjin!

“Don’t worry about that,” Seungmin said. “I think it would be better if he stayed with you tonight. It’s safer that way, is that okay with you?”

You stared at the man in front of you, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “I don’t know if—“

“Y/n!!” Jeongin cried from behind. You turned your head to look at him, only to find his face close to yours. Way too close. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to move even closer or away from your best friend. Your lips were right in front of each other; the perfect distance for them to connect from just one move. You stared into his eyes, speechless, as Jeongin stared into yours. “Please…” he whispered huskily. His tone sent delightful shivers down your spine. If it wasn’t for Seungmin standing right there, you probably would’ve lost it.

Flustered beyond relief, you whipped your head back to Seungmin, who was giving you a mischievous look. “I—uh…” your voice cracked. You coughed, swallowing as much saliva as you could to do something about your dry throat. “I’ll take him. No worries!”

“Perfect! I’ll see you guys tomorrow then.”

“Y-yeah, see ya’,” you grunted as you wrapped your arm around Jeongin, adjusting his weight so that you won’t fall. You left the house, struggling to drag Jeongin to your car. Luckily I decided to drive myself tonight, you thought. You stumbled to pull your keys out and unlocked it, clumsily pushing Jeongin into the front seat. Hearing him wince in slight pain triggered you to say sorry. Buckling him into the seat, you checked him once more before going to your side of the car. As you started the car, you mentally prepared yourself for the potentially long night ahead.

…The entire 45 minute drive consisted of Jeongin singing at the top of his lungs, much to your amusement, and him constantly complimenting you, calling you beautiful and whatnot—but you’re never gonna admit how much his inebriated praises made you flustered. You finally arrived at your house, parking as close as you could to limit the walking distance. Hoisting Jeongin out of the car, you slammed the car door shut, the car honking once when you locked it. Struggling, you groaned for the umpteenth time that night, cursing your best friend for being so damn lanky. “Holy shit, Jeongin, when did you get so tall?”

Jeongin ‘drunkenly’ giggled. “Sorry~!” he sang. Grumbling, you dragged yourselves to your front door and unlocked it, which was not an easy task to do with a drunk 172 centimeter tall man clinging around you like a leech. You kicked the door open, doing your best to remove your shoes. Once they were off, you reached over and flipped the light switch on to safely navigate your best friend to your bedroom. Everyday, I thank myself that I live in a one story house, you thought, twisting the doorknob to your room and opening it. You ungracefully push him to your bed, the impact making Jeongin grunt.

“Crap, I’m sorry, Innie,” you cringed. You unfolded your blanket and draped it over his body. Your wasted friend looked up at you with tired eyes.

“Where’re you going?” he slurred. You brushed his hair back, pouting.

“Sorry, Innie, I can’t stay here with you tonight. Don’t worry, I’m just gonna be in the living room. You’ll be okay, right?”

Jeongin sat up with a pout, coaxing a few pity tears out of his eyes. “N-no…” he whimpered. “I want you to be with me, Y/n! Please?” Your heart churned at the sight of his pleading state, cooing sadly when you noticed his eyes glossing over. Dear Lord, I am not your strongest warrior.

“Okay fine, I’ll stay,” you tiredly agreed, making him smile and cheer victoriously like a little kid. “I still need to go back to wash my face, I’ll be back soon! Think you can wait for me?”

Jeongin childishly saluted. “Yes ma’am!”

You laughed. “Good boy!” you snickered, petting him like a dog. He laid back down, pulling the blanket over his nose and closed his eyes. You stayed for a while to play with his dark hair, eyes sadly lingering at his resting form.

“You know, Innie? You act exactly like you did as a kid when you’re drunk.” you quietly said, brushing his bangs back. “I remember the exact day you walked into that classroom and introduced yourself to the class as ‘baby fox’,” you giggled at the silly memory. “Little eight year old me thought it was weird but kinda cute…Who knew I would ever become best friends with the little fox boy? Since that day, we spend every waking moment together; I was there for you when you first got your braces, you were there for me when I first got my period, shit, I can’t imagine how terrifying that was for you! I remember you crying and screaming so much cause you thought I was gonna die…your parents had to give both of us the talk once I was clean…”

You stifled your laughter. “Man, eleven year old us were kind of idiots, huh? Wow, it’s really been 12 years since we met. We’ve really been through so much…I think the day my perspective of you changed was back in freshman year of high school. I got rejected by this guy I really liked and you were there to comfort me the whole night…Every person I had a crush on, every single one of them rejected me, and every time, you were there to comfort me…It made me think, ‘why do I need anyone else when I had you by my side?’…That epiphany really opened my eyes.”

You paused, watching his face for any sign of consciousness. Seemingly getting nothing, you continued. “That’s why—gosh, this is embarrassing, you’re not even awake to hear any of this…Though, I guess that’s exactly why I’m just letting out…idiot…” Your hand moved to his face, thumb softly stroking his cheek. “Yang Jeongin…I love you. I hope one day, you feel the same way I do…”

You brushed back his hair and kissed his forehead. You let out a melancholy sigh before turning to leave. Meanwhile, Jeongin’s heart was soaring. Y/n…you—she likes me! Y/n loves me back! He debated whether he should tell you that feeling’s mutual or if he should just keep pretending to sleep and talk about it the next morning. Of course, he shouldn’t waste this opportunity, couldn’t he? As Jisung always says, the sooner the better! “Wait!” Jeongin abruptly sat up, scaring you. “Come back, I’m not actually drunk!”

Your heart froze, body stiffening at the realization that Jeongin heard your confession. Fuck, no no no! “You’re not…Jeongin, stop lying, that's not funny! Just go to sleep already!”

“I-I’m not lying!” he cried, “I’m really not drunk! I faked being drunk so—”

All you could do was stand in shock. Fear, embarrassment, betrayal, anger, and relief swirled your mind, the storm of emotions overwhelming you so much that you didn’t listen to a thing Jeongin said. A thick fog of silence filled the room. You stared blankly at the man on your bed. “So…you’re not actually drunk?” you whispered.

“Never have been.”

“So that means…you were conscious…when I literally struggled to bring you here…and I told you I love you…”

Jeongin blushed. “Y-yeah. I—”

“Get out.”

“Wh-what?” he froze, guilt starting to fill his chest. He could clearly feel the twisting in his stomach. “Y/n, why?”

“Get out! You lied to me!” your voice raised in anger. “Jeongin, you tricked me!” You stomped over to the bed, ripping the blanket off of him. You grabbed his arm, roughly pulling Jeongin off.

“Y/n—”

“Jeongin, do you know how humiliating this is for me?! You—you basically took advantage of me!”

“What? No! But—you know I would never do anything bad to you!”

You scoffed. With a red face, you pushed him out of your room, trying to kick him out of your house. “Jeongin, that’s not the issue! The fucking issue is that you LIED. I—shit—you caught me off guard! I told you I love you cause I thought you were fucking asleep!”

He dropped his weight as much as he could in an attempt to stop you from shoving him. He spun around to face you. “I-I don’t see what’s wrong with that! Y/n, I lo—”

“NO! JEONGIN, PLEASE!” you screamed, tears pricking your eyes. “I’m so fucking embarrassed. I wasn’t ready yet…I didn’t want you to know yet, especially like THIS! Th-this wasn't how I wanted to tell you…” Losing your strength to fight back, your arms dropped to the sides. You stared at the floor, humiliated, wishing that he would just leave so you can sort your feelings out. “Jeongin…Please just leave…I’m a mess, I can’t deal with this right now. Please go home.”

Sorrow etched his face. How could he have known how much this plan would hurt you? If only he knew…he wouldn’t have done it. Jeongin stepped closer to give you a hug but stopped when he heard your quiet sobs. His heart broke knowing that those were tears that he caused. He bit his lip, stopping himself from crying. Muttering a shameful ‘sorry’, he turned to the door and walked out, leaving you to break down on your own.

…Jeongin bursted through the door in clear distress, startling the guys that were in the living room. “Guys I fucked up! I fucked up so bad!” He ran inside, looking for Changbin.

“Whoa whoa whoa, what’s wrong?” Felix asked from the couch, tightly clutching the bowl of cereal in his hands.

“I messed up. I did the thing Hyunjin suggested and it backfired! She’s mad at me! She hates me now! I blew it guys!”

“Hey hey, calm down. Y/n does not hate you,” Chan gently said from the kitchen, putting his doughnut back on the plate. “You’re her best friend, there’s no way she’d ever hate you.”

Changbin, the only other person awake and the one Jeongin desperately wanted to talk to, clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Told you so! I knew something would go wrong, I told you not to follow them! But what did you do? Listened to their plan!”

“Changbin!” Chan scolded.

“I’m only stating the obvious! He messed up, yeah, what’s done is done, but he can still fix it! We can help you fix your relationship, Jeongin!”

Jeongin plopped onto the couch, sitting beside Felix, clutching one of the cushions. “You sure?”

“Hell yeah! You still have that note, don’t you?” Changbin walked over to Jeongin, rubbing his shoulders to console him. The younger could already feel some of the pressure in his body lifting.

“Ah, you mean that love letter you wrote for Y/n?” Chan asked, smiling now that he remembered about it. Felix sat in confusion, trying to follow along with the conversation, mouth full of cereal. The older Aussie grinned, telling Felix that he’ll give him the details later.

Changbin snapped his fingers. “That,” he said, pointing to Chan, “You still have a chance! Once she reads that letter, she’ll instantly forgive you, tell you that she loves you too, and boom! Happy ending!”

“If you want,” Chan sang, “I can help you give the letter!”

“Oh yeah, let’s go! Chan personally knows YoungK, he can give the letter to him. Come on!” Changbin stood front of Jeongin, pulling the younger out of his seat. “Now! Now!”

However, Chan stopped them. “Uhm, yeah, sorry guys but not now. It’s late and Younghyun is mostly sleeping at this hour, let’s do that tomorrow, instead!”

“Okay, fine,” Changbin huffed. “Get the others to help too!”

“Ha~ppy, happy Monday, everyone! It’s everyone’s favorite host, YoungK, along with my favorite little minions!”

One by one, you all greeted into the mic.

“Hello everyone, it’s Seungmin in the building!”

“Hello, it’s LeeKnow~!”

“Hi hi, guys, it’s Y/n, and welcome back to—”

“Kiss the Radio!” the four of you cheered together, you and YoungK clapped while Minho hollered. It’s nearly been two days since the party and the little incident that happened that day. The entirety of your Sunday consisted of you sorting out your thoughts and ignoring every single one of Jeongin’s texts. Did you overreact? Mayhaps, but it was a perfectly appropriate response for confessing your 8 year long crush on your best friend after he basically lied to you. Feeling your anger bubbling inside, you took a quick sip of water to control yourself.

“Okay! For today’s show, I decided to switch things up a bit!” Brian, announced, putting on his signature ‘dj show host’ voice. “If you did not know, Haven University, which is the school my little minions attend, is nearing the end of it’s semester! Which means that their internship is ending today, so this is their last day!” The three of you whined exaggeratedly, yelling how you wanted to stay, how you wished it didn't have to end, etc. “I know, I know, I wish you guys didn't have to leave either! You three made this show much more fun and exciting, which I am very much grateful for!”

“It’s because you’re such a great host that you made this experience the best, YoungK,” Seungmin said as you and Minho agreed.

“Aw shucks guys. You guys are too sweet! Maybe, if possible, you guys can come back as permanent hosts!”

You gasped, “Oh my God, that’d be so awesome!”

“Right! Anyways, instead of having our whimsical chats first, I wanted us to go through the advice segment first. That way, we can get the more deeper stuff out of the way so we have more time for fun! Is that alright with you guys?” The three of you let out a cheery ‘yes’ in unison. “Great! In that case, Lee Know, would you like to read the first submission?”

“Yes~” Minho drawled. He stuck his into the clear container and pulled out a certain piece of folded line paper. Briefly clearing his throat, he murmured a sweet ‘okay!’ before beginning, not even recognizing the handwriting.

“Hello, my love. Sorry, is “my love” too strong? How about “darling”? Or rather, would “sweetheart” suffice just as well? Well, none of that really matters since I am too much of a coward to actually call you any of that, does it?

Love, loneliness, fear— emotions I never would’ve thought I’d feel when I am around you. Even if we are together 24/7, I can’t help but feel like we’re still too out of touch. The longing glances, the sparks I feel when our hands touch, the pounding in my chest when you smile at me—it’s getting more and more difficult to contain my feelings for you. Friends don’t typically feel any of that, do they? No, they do not. Oh, how much I crave to be more than just a friend...

That Title…Why does my heart hurt when you call me that? A͟ F͟r͟i͟e͟n͟d͟. Am I selfish for feeling this? Why can’t I just be satisfied with being friends? I can’t help but crave for more. I feel like a lovesick fool. Hopeless. Lost. Loveless

One day, hopefully soon, I will gather the courage to reveal my true feelings for you. But for now, I will just have to settle with nothing more than just a friend. I will just continue loving you from the sidelines until the day comes…even if that day may never come….I love you, Y/n. I have and will always love you…From IN”

The studio was hushed once Minho finished. You could feel three pairs of eyes staring at you in pure shock but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You knew in your gut who that letter was from. “Wow! How bold!” Brian gasped, breaking the short silence, “A confession? On live broadcast?! This is the first time we ever got something like this. This person sure is bold, Y/n, they must be serious about you!”

“Yeah…Wow,” you stuttered, stiffly chuckling. You looked over to where Seungmin and Minho were at, asking if they had any knowledge about the note, which they denied, completely oblivious to the note. Minho grabbed his phone to text you. ‘We knew he was in love with you, but we had no idea he’d do something THIS bold,’ his message read. ‘Frankly, I’m proud!’ You looked at Minho with a nod to thank him. Seeing how you were still in the middle of a broadcast, you decided to brush it off for now and worry about it later. You continue through the segment, reading a few more letters before cutting off for a break.

“And that’s all we’re gonna read for today, everyone! Now let’s listen to some of the most recently released songs to brighten our mood!” A song immediately played, mics switching off the exact moment. Brian then turned to you with a serious look. “So,” he dragged, sending you a teasing look, “are you gonna go to your admirer or…?” You stuttered, slightly confused by what he meant. “I think we all have an idea who the message is from. Look, I know this is your last day here, but I don’t mind you leaving if you wanna talk to that friend of yours to give your answer. Love is more important than some silly talk show!”

Your shoulders slumped, feeling guilty about leaving. “But, I feel bad. I can’t just leave! I can just give my answer later!”

Seungmin patted your back, wordlessly urging you to go. Minho, however, was a lot more verbal. “The two of you waited years for this to happen,” he scolded, giving you a parent-like glare. “Now that you finally have some progress, you’re gonna let it sit aside? Just go! We’ll cover for you, Y/n!” You glanced over the other two men once more and earned their okay, Brian shooing you like a cat. You thanked them all, removing your headset and grabbing your things, rushing out of the recording studio. They all cheered for you. “Good luck, Y/n!”

You sprinted as fast you could to his dorms, apathetic to the weird glances scanning your wild figure. Was it dangerous to run around like a maniac as the sun set? Probably, but you couldn’t care less. What was supposed to be a 30 minute walk from the radio station to Jeongin’s house was easily achieved in less than 20 minutes. You nearly slammed yourself against the front door, frantically knocking on it. “Jeongin!” you shouted, “Jeongin, please open up!” You continuously pounded your fist onto the door until it finally swung open, nearly causing you to hit whoever was behind it.

“Y/n?” Changbin stood there flabbergasted. Before he couldn have the chance to ask you what was wrong, you beat him to it.

“Where’s Jeongin? I need to talk to him!”

“Sorry but you missed him, kid. He went out not too long ago.”

“Really?” Your shoulders slumped, annoyance filling your chest. “Damn it!”

“Yeah, sorry, he didn’t tell anyone where he was going. If it helps though, I saw him run out that direction—” he said, pointing to his left, “—like a maniac earlier. I think he might’ve gone to your house. You should probably head there now just in case.”

Your irritation was short lived, quickly replaced by sheer relief. “Oh gosh, thanks, Bin!” you beamed, giving Changbin a tight hug. He chuckled, patting your back as returned the hug.

“Jeongin really does love you, Y/n,” Changbin said quietly. “I’m rooting for you both. Good luck!” You smiled, tightening your arms around him.

“Thank you.” You let go and dashed off to your house. Even if exhaustion was starting to kick in, you pushed yourself past your limits, driven by Jeongin’s love letter; you’ve waited far too long to stop now. You finally arrived home, chest heaving from running for the past 30 minutes. You whipped your head around in search of Jeongin, mentally screaming when you didn’t see him outside. You jogged over to your front door, thinking he might come over later. Reaching into your bag, you grabbed your keys and unlocked your door, ready to somewhat relax. However, instead of coming home to an empty living room, you were met with your best friend sitting right in the middle of your couch, holding a little bundle of light purple and white flowers in his arms. “Jeongin?”

He stood up, the tissue paper around the flowers crinkled as he moved. “Hi, Y/n,” he smiled, handing you the bouquet. “Sorry for just being in here without you knowing. I thought that I’d finally use that spare key you lent me.” You cautiously walked up to him, taking the bouquet into your hands.

“Flowers?”

“Yeah! I hope you don’t think they’re too cheesy,” Jeongin giggled, playing with his earlobe out of nervousness. His hand loomed over the purple and white flowers, as he smiled fondly, looking at you with a soft gaze. “I asked Seungmin and Hyunjin to help me out. Did you know that lilacs represent a person’s ‘first love’, and that these little white ones, the baby breath’s, basically represent everlasting love? Cute, right? Too bad they’re kinda poisonous, apparently. Oh, but don’t worry though, the baby breath’s are plastic! Don’t wanna kill off the love of my life.”

He giggled once more, moving his hands to cover his flushed face. You stared down at the simple bouquet, nearly tearing up at its message. ‘You are the first person I’ve ever loved, and hopefully the last. There can be no one else in this world that I’d love the way I love you.’

Tears started to roll down your cheeks. You tossed the bouquet onto the table, grabbed his face and gently pressed your lips onto his, catching him off guard. Jeongin stumbled a bit before catching his balance and returned the kiss, his hands moving to encircle your waist and cup your face. With just one touch of your delicate lips against one another, the both of you could feel the plethora of emotions surging through your bodies. Years of unspoken yearning was now nothing more than a silly thought. The two of you slowly departed once the demand of air was too great to ignore, nothing but pure love glazed over your eyes.

“I love you, Y/n,” Jeongin professed, “I meant every word in that letter.” You smiled, bringing him back into another kiss. Your arms twisted around his broad frame, pulling each other closer. The feeling of your lips against his felt surreal. It was addicting.

You pulled away and whispered breathlessly, “More.” Jeongin’s grip on your waist tightened, the sweet request sending delightful shivers down his spine. He moved his head to kiss you in another angle. However, the action still was not enough. “More, please…”

The once innocent kiss slowly grew with salacious fervor. Your tongue swirled against each other like a sensual dance, hands roaming freely, caressing and squeezing parts neither of you thought would ever touch. His knee slides in between your legs, grinding itself against your dampening core, making you whimper. The heat between your bodies was starting to grow unbearable. You both needed more.

“Jeongin…” you whined, slightly grinding your body against his, “…need more…Please…” Jeongin’s pants were tightening by the second, and your needy pleas were not helping. He groaned, begrudgingly separating yourselves from each other, resulting in a needy cry from you.

“Y/n,” he panted. “W-We should stop while we still can. I feel like I’m gonna lose it!”

You grasped his collar, harshly pulling his face to yours, staring him down with lust. “Then lose it. What’s stopping you?” Immediately, Jeongin lifted you into his arms, running into your bedroom. He opened and slammed the door shut, not caring about the loud noise he made since he had a feeling that won’t be the noise your neighbors would be complaining about tonight. He carefully placed you on your bed, hovering above you, eyes staring you down with the same amount of hunger in yours. His eyes raked up and down your body, silently asking for your permission to proceed. Earning a nod from you, he leaned down and kissed you once more, sliding his tongue back inside your mouth while he lifted your shirt to fondle your chest.

You let out a breathy sigh, enjoying the way his large hands squeezed your breasts. Jeongin separated his lips from yours, a thin string of saliva still connecting you together, to move down to your neck. You twisted your head around, switching from baring your neck to enclosing it with stifled giggles, his plush lips sending a pleasurable but ticklish sensation. “Wait, stop,” you tittered, “it tickles, Innie! Nooo!” He immediately stopped, looking up with an exasperated yet amused expression.

“This is supposed to feel good, not tickle you, you weirdo!” Jeongin quipped, sticking his finger out to stroke the exact spot he was sucking on seconds ago. At the sight of your joyful laugh, his eyes crinkled in adoration.

“I’m sorry! I can’t help it!”

“Well, you ruined the sexy mood!” he joked. The sound of laughter filled the empty room, the intense atmosphere instantly shattering. You giggles ceased, continuing to gaze in each other’s eyes. Your right hand moved from his shoulder to his face, gently cupping his cheek. Jeongin’s smile widened, leaning into your touch.

“I love you, Innie,” you spoke softly. “I’m sorry for overreacting and ignoring you.”

He shook his head. “No, don’t be sorry, it’s my fault. You were right to get mad, I did basically lie to you and I’m sorry for that. It was kinda a jerky move.”

“I guess we really are just idiots in love, huh?”

“Tell me about it, can you believe I actually listened to Hyunjin and Jisung’s plan?”

“That was their idea?” you snorted. “That makes a lot more sense.”

“They had good intentions! Wrong approach, yeah, but they just wanted to help!”

You sat up, chuckling. Jokingly, you said, “Still, remind me to kill them later.” Jeongin nodded and muttered a playful “Gotcha” as he sat up with you. He urged you to sit on his lap, to which you immediately took, kissing your forehead once you were settled. The two of you connected your lips once more, the kiss now softer than before.

“Do you still wanna continue?” Jeongin asked. The second you agreed, his hands moved from your waist to your rear, bringing your lower body flat against him. The feeling of his hardened dick grinding against your core had you both groaning in pleasure. You moved his hands to the waistband of your bottoms, coaxing him to remove them from your body. Jeongin followed through, looking up at you for confirmation—to which you verbally gave him your okay—and slipped both your pants and underwear down as you removed your upper garments, leaving yourself bare. He nearly smirked when he noticed the string of arousal connecting itself from your vulva to your panties. “So wet,” he murmured, half-cockily, half-surprised, which made you blush. His forefinger brushed against your damp lips, gathering up your slick.

An erotically shaky breath escaped your lips. You closed your eyes, relishing his light touch. Gathering enough arousal, he slowly inserted his finger inside you, catching you off guard. “Ah!” you jolted, mewling.

“Sorry, did that hurt?”

“N-no, you didn’t—oh fuck, that feels good.” Jeongin pumped his finger in and out, watching your face contort in pleasure. He wiggled his finger several times before adding another finger. You cried out, throwing your head back. “Shit, Jeongin!” You panted, chest heaving deliciously. He attached his mouth to your breasts, tongue swirled around your nipple. You twisted and moaned, the stimulation on your chest and in your cunt made you dizzy. You were so close to your release, tightening when Jeongin switched to the other nipple. “C-clit, Jeongin. Here—oh—!”

“Here?” His thumb moved up to play with the little bundle of nerves above, making you arch your back with a pleasured whine. The speed of his fingers increased, feeling you tighten more and more around them. He chuckled when your body started to shake, signaling that you were about to cum. He moved his head to your ear, pecking your jaw. “Let go, beautiful,” he whispered huskily. The unexpected command triggered your release, his tone sending shivers down your spine. You let out a keen moan, body twisting and shaking as you cummed, Jeongin helping you ride out your high. He carefully slipped his fingers out, panicking when you collapsed on top of him. “Shit, are you okay!?”

Chuckling, you nodded. “Holy fuck, you filthy virgin, how are you so good?”

Knowing that you’re still conscious and responsive enough to crack a joke, your best friend sighed in relief. “Porn,” he grinned cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes and lightly slap his chest. You were about to let out a snarky comeback, freezing when Jeongin stuck his soiled fingers inside his mouth. His pink tongue lapped up every bit of cum on his digits. Your face heated in embarrassment, hiding yourself in the juncture of his neck. “Jeongin!”

“What?” he simpered. “Don’t wanna put anything to waste, right?” You looked up to see his condescending smile. It was clear that he enjoyed seeing you so flustered in this way. You covered your reddened face while he laughed.

“You’re still fully covered…” you muttered, slowly moving your hands away. Jeongin briefly looked down then back to you, his smirk widening.

“We should change that, shouldn’t we?” he teased. He got off of the bed, slowly removing his clothes, giving you a little strip tease; forcing himself to ignore his shyness and to not back down. Before he could remove his boxer briefs, a crucial realization struck. “Crap, I don’t have any condoms…”

“It’s okay, I have some in that drawer over there.” Jeongin looked over and walked to where you were pointing at. He opened the drawer, blushing when he saw your neatly folded underwear inside. “In here?” he timidly asked, throwing you an embarrassed look. “Why do you even have condoms?”

Now it was your turn to smirk. “Aww, are you getting shy? You better not be, especially after fingering me and shamelessly eating my cum!” you raised your brow. “The condoms are buried in the corner somewhere. And for your information, a friend of mine bought them for me as a joke, I just never threw them out cause I thought they might come in handy one day!”

“Good thing you didn’t,” he snickered, pulling out the box and closing your underwear drawer. He pulled out one packet and placed the box on top of the drawer, walking back to the bed. He was about to open the package before your hands stopped him.

“Let me do it.” You tore it open, pulling out the rubber then tossing the trash onto the floor. At the same time, Jeongin pulled down his underwear, his red cock slapping against his toned stomach. You wrapped your hands around his stiff length, giving it a few strokes, which resulted in Jeongin to moan, before pinching the tip of the condom and rolling it onto him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and laid back onto the bed, bringing him down with you. He kissed your lips one more time, scooting back a bit to position himself to your vagina, his tip grazing your entrance.

“Are you gonna be okay?” he questioned, eyebrows furrowing in worry. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

“Of course, I’ll tell you when to stop. Just go slowly.” Nodding, his hand carefully guided his dick inside you, going as slow as he could, hands going back to either side of your head. Your mouth hung open, a mix of mild pain and pleasure shot up your back. Jeongin immediately leaned down and kissed your lips after hearing the slight discomfort in your whine. You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing yourself to focus on the pleasurable aspect. You pulled away and breathlessly commented, “Holy shit, you’re bigger than I thought.” Naturally, Jeongin’s ego inflated, cheeks reddening out of shyness.

“Sorry?” he said, grinding his hips against yours to test the waters. Hearing your whimpers grow louder and needier, he slowly pulled out half way and slammed back inside, causing you to let out a loud moan. He continued the action, his hips gradually moving faster and faster with each desperate cry of his name.

“M-more!” you whimpered, “Go faster, p-please!” Jeongin groaned, sitting up to adjust himself. His large hands moved to your legs, spreading them wider. His pace increased, roughly pounding into you. Despite the cool air from the air conditioning, the heat from your bodies caused sweat to roll down your head; the sounds of skin slapping and heavy pants and moans filled the room. Your hands moved to his back, clawing at it. “Harder! Harder! Fuck, keep going, Jeongin!”

Your arched your back, heaving chest, tear-stained face, and loud, desperate moans hypnotized him. He wanted to see more. Throwing his head back with a loud moan, obsessed with the tantalizing squeeze of your pussy, he hissed, “Oh God, you feel so good, Y/n—fuck!” He hooked his hands under your knees, lifting your legs over his shoulders, enabling him to reach deeper inside you. Your eyes rolled back, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot. The pornographic moans that escaped your sweet lips had Jeongin’s cock throbbing.

He was dangerously close to the edge; your slick cunt was getting too much for him to handle. Not wanting to cum first, his hand cupped your cunt, thumb moving back to your clit, circling it in a way that had you seeing stars. “Ah shit!” you screamed, tears of pleasure streaming down your already messy face. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!” Jeongin leaned forward to kiss you, shoving his tongue back inside your mouth. It took three more thrusts from Jeongin for your sanity to shatter. Your body spasming as you cummed, the milky fluid coating his length as he fucked you through your high, some of it spilling out of you.

Your pulsating cunt pushed Jeongin to his release. His body stilled, ejaculating into the condom. He pushed his face onto your pillow, moaning right in your ear. He rolled his hips into you a few times then pulled out, more of your fluids flowing out. Jeongin carefully removed the condom, getting up and tying it to dispose of it. You watched him through drowsy eyes, giggling when something crossed your mind. Wiggling your eyebrows when you made eye contact, you said, “That was so good, looks like watching porn every night really paid off!”

“Shut up!” he groaned with a laugh, threatening to throw the used rubber to your face. As he was going back to the bed, he bent down to pick up his t-shirt and sweater, separating them from each other, using the shirt to clean your messy bodies. He laid back down with you, throwing the dirtied shirt across your room.

You took your blanket and covered your naked bodies to protect yourselves against the cold air, cuddling to strengthen the heat. You nuzzled your face to his chest, taking in his scent. “So, when did you realize that you loved me?” you whispered, tracing curved lines onto his broad chest. Jeongin let out a breathy chuckle, reminiscing the exact moment his whole world changed.

“God, honestly, I think I’ve loved for a long time now but never acknowledged it until, like, our last year of middle school,” he laughed. “That was the year I got my braces!”

You giggled. “Of course, you were so cute back then.”

“Hey, are you trying to tell me that I’m not cute anymore?”

“Your words, not mine,” you joked, pecking his jaw.

Jeongin giggled, pulling you closer in an attempt to crush your body. “Rude. Even after I’ve confessed my love for you, you still continue to bully me,” he snickered, shuffling his body lower to rest his head against yours. “You know that kid who used to pick on me? I remember him saying something so mean about them, I legit cried! I really wanted to run away and bawl my eyes out, but then you saw us and pushed the kid to the ground and yelled at him, and I quote, ‘for being a little bitch and bullying other kids’!”

“Ah,” you cringed, “gosh, why was I such a violent kid?”

“Don’t be embarrassed, I like that about you!” Jeongin laughed. “You were one of my role models, actually! You’re so happy, strong-willed, independent, always helping those in need, aka me. You always knew what you wanted and worked hard for it. It was always so, so admirable, I was kinda jealous! I remember thinking ‘wow she’s so cool, I am so in love with her’!” Flustered, you buried your face in his chest again, mumbling something about how sweet but embarrassing his words were. He laughed again, rubbing your bare back in reassurance. “You know, as cliche as our whole love story is, at least now we finally have each other,” Jeongin kissed your nose, the two of you giggling. “Can’t believe we spent the last few years doubting ourselves. God, does that mean we could’ve been doing this all this time?”

“What? The sex?” you teased, making him panic.

“NO! Of course not! I meant we could’ve been doing this! The late night sweet talking, the cuddling without getting nervous, the gentle kisses? Everything we could’ve been freely doing as a couple. Honestly, I’m kinda frustrated with myself!”

“Aww, don’t be! Now we can do it, yeah?”

Jeongin sighed. “True. Better late than never!” he chuckled, earning a giggle from the both of you. You laid in serenity, basking in the feeling of finally being in each other’s arms…

“Wanna go another round to make up for lost time?”

“…Hurry up and fuck me dumb then, lover boy~”

End ♡︎

#celebratethemthighs #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz smut #in smut #jeongin smut #this fanfic is officially the longest piece i’ve ever written oh my gosh #3 weeks for hard work phew! #and fyi this is the reason why i’ve been so MIA this month again #btw it’s like midnight here so i’m just gonna correct any of mistakes tomorrow #cause this is honestly a bit of a rush job #i mean— it FEELS like one #but i’m still pretty proud of this! #but i’m still pretty proud of this nonetheless! #and now that i’m done— i can go back to read other fics and writing for LNI! woohoo!

[lattechans]

𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: any romantic relationships between an elf and a human have dire consequences but you're still willing to try

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: elf!hyunjin x female reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, fluff and a hint of angst

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: praising, piv, marking, nipple play (all in all pretty vanilla love making)

𝐚/𝐧: this is for the collab project created by @binniesthighs and wow i don't think i've ever written anything like this before but i'm quite proud of it! maybe i'll write fantasy more often from now on...

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you were taking notice of the scenery around you; the outline of the kingdom hazy from such a great distance. this place has become like your second home after many years of traveling. as a child, you were always a wanderer, so it surprised no one when you, as an adult, decided to go off and search for the ancient elven realms that only a few humans knew about.

the first time you met an elf was entirely by coincidence, and was the main reason you chose to look for more. hyunjin was his name, and he was the most ethereal being you had ever laid your eyes upon although you found all elves to be eerily beautiful creatures – hyunjin was different.

he had shoulder length dark brown hair, his eyes warm like caramel compared to those of his parents or the other elves, who looked more cold.

only one person truly knew about you and hyunjin, and she was the reason you were able to meet like this without constant concern for others finding out the true colors of your relationship. the two of you could only go so long sneaking around the kingdom, hiding together in the halls or stealing kisses in the library when someone could see you at any moment.

hyunjin knew that if the two of you were caught together like this, you’d be banished from the kingdom without hesitation and he would never be able to see you again.

you see, the elves had no problems with human visitors, nor even friendships. in fact, the royal family was once known for welcoming humans into their family; the queen had married a human decades before you or hyunjin were even born.

however, the times changed as the queen was betrayed by her husband, who stole one of the most treasured relics in the kingdom and killed many of the creatures who lived in the kingdom as he had fled. ever since then, no romantic relationships were allowed between elves and humans as they were believed to only bring wickedness and evil to the kingdom.

it goes without saying that ever since then, elves and humans alike had been punished for such relationships and although, for the humans the consequences were only banishment and shame, for the elves – the consequences were much worse. a true heartbreak would eventually kill an elf. this is why you needed a secluded place just for the two of you, safe from suspicious eyes.

a few months ago, you had approached the lady you had to thank for all this even being possible, aelvavorna, or aelva for short. she was one of the greatest wizards known in all of the realms, her powers stretched even to the human realm. however, even with such great power she preferred to help those in need and keep a low profile, right here in this kingdom.

the surprise wasn’t that you fell for hyunjin. practically anyone from the human realm would be mad not to pine after both his handsome features and his kind, generous demeanour. the surprise, in your mind, was that he somehow fell in love with you.

and aelva understood your relationship as soon as she met the two of you. in fact, aelva was glad to help the two of you; finding the rules of the elven kingdom when it came to elf-human love.

you vividly remember how she grabbed a heavy book and a small metal box from a table and placed them on the great stone table in the middle of the dimly lit room. “i have an enchantment that can create a safe refuge for you and your love.”

she explained the workings of the enchantment to the two of you and opened the metal box, revealing an odd assortment of rings and jewels, most of them old and tattered, and collected from where you'd never know. from the box, she selected a pendant with a dark blue, rectangular stone on a silver chain. she held it aloft for the both of you to see.

“whoever wears the pendant will be the one who can open the door, and who determines what lies inside,” she explained in a whisper.

“who will be the one to keep it?”

hyunjin took your hands in his without hesitation.

“will you?”

“yes.”

aelva fastened the pendant around your neck before pulling out the book of spells and handing it to hyunjin to hold open. she touched delicate fingertips to the pendant that hung against your collarbone, her other hand coming to rest on the book hyunjin held.

with the little light filtering in through the windows from the sliver of moon hanging high in the sky, aelva began to chant in a tongue you’d never heard before, reciting the spell she read from the page. you felt a quick surge of heat that made you gasp, and in moments, it was over.

she studied you carefully, a smile on her lips before giving her final instructions.

“the one who wears the pendant needs only think of what they’d like to find behind the door—a room, a country, anywhere—and when they turn the handle, that is the place they will find inside. only the wearer of the pendant and those that take her hand may enter; all others will not be able to find the door hidden in plain sight. but bear in mind, the pendant creates only illusion. nothing you find beyond this door is real, except for the two of you. but you will be safe here.”

you remember squeezing aelva’s hand, a tear rolling down your cheek. “thank you.”

“anything for true love.”

just before you left, hyunjin leaned down to kiss your lips with a promise. “i’ll meet you there tomorrow night.”

and so he did, not only the next night, but many, many more nights to come.

and now, in the shadow of an ancient tree, the last traces of sunlight were finally falling below the horizon, you watched as the streams of light glimmered across the fields, shining lights of green and yellow trailing behind them.

the tiny creatures living together in the elven kingdom illuminated the landscape as you leaned back against your lover’s chest, letting your head fall back onto his broad shoulder as you looked up toward the sky. his hand, warm and trembling, brushed down the side of your neck and shoulder, pushing the sleeve of your dress away so that he could kiss the bare skin underneath.

you sat between his legs, the smooth material of his dress shirt soft against your back, and you sighed as one of the fluttering lights bounced off a flower just a short distance away. you reached back, placing a delicate hand over hyunjin’s on your shoulder, and sighed. “i wish this could last forever.”

you felt his exhale against your ear. “so do i, my love,” he whispered before pulling your hand up to his lips for a chaste kiss. but alas, your time was running short. you both needed to return home, and if you weren’t back soon, you’d surely be missed.

hyunjin’s fingertips grazed the tiny flower buds he had carefully woven into your hair, placed just so to adorn you. but as the minutes dragged on, though all you wanted was to stay cradled in his arms, you knew it was time to leave the meadow and head for home.

hyunjin helped you to your feet and took up the bag you had brought with you, filled with delicious pastries and fruit, all the while, holding your hand tightly in his. as you walked through the meadow that was located on a far away hill, the glow of the grass and setting sun faded away behind you. it was only a short walk before you came to the door which was only known to you and hyunjin.

as if it had sprouted from the ground, the great door, seemingly wood and iron with an appointed arch over the top, stood in the downhill. as you stepped to the other side, you entered the same meadow that was connected to the kingdom, however, the huge door disappeared behind you.

a simple spell that hid you and hyunjin’s romance from the peering eyes of anyone else. you reached for the small pendant hanging on a chain around your neck and tucked it safely under the collar of your dress.

before parting, hyunjin wrapped his arm around you, his hand resting at the base of your spine, pulling you close for a languid kiss, slow and silent, neither of you wanting to let go. the danger of the kiss making both of you feel lightheaded. a breath passed as he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours for only a moment, knuckles brushing your cheek. you exchanged no words, but you felt it, his love and passion that you returned tenfold under the cover of the kingdom now wrapped in the night .

you dared to stay long enough on the quiet alley to watch him disappear around the corner before hurrying the opposite way yourself. your heart full but aching.

more months passed this way, your rendezvous with hyunjin becoming more and more frequent. with this secret hideaway you shared, it was easier to spend time together, to crave each other’s presence in a place where no one could separate you. each time you met, hyunjin held your hand in his as you pictured the location you chose to visit on the inside. never did hyunjin make a request, even when you asked him to. it was his gift to you, he said.

“where to tonight, my love?” he asked, a dreamy tone in his voice that lit a small fire in some deep fragment of your soul. you wrapped your fingers around the pendant, concealed under your clothes during the day, and sighed.

you knew exactly where you wanted to go tonight. holding the thought in your mind, you reach for the emptiness, only for the door to erect out of thin air, turning the handle, the fantasy materializing in front of your eyes.

you found yourself in an unfamiliar room with a comfortable air about it. the walls and carpets were dark, rich reds and deep green floral patterns warmed the atmosphere before you. heavy wooden furniture was arranged just so, dark mahogany woods twisting in ornate patterns that looked like the roots of trees that had grown out of the floor. candles burned on the dressing table and a mirrored vanity, tossing shadows across the room, leading your eyes to a bed covered in velvety bedsheets.

“but this is—” hyunjin breathed.

“your bedroom. i wanted to see it.”

with the door safely closed behind you, you led hyunjin to his bed – the illusion of his bed – and sat beside him on the plush bedding. he dropped down beside you, running his hands over the designs on the blanket, an exact replica of the one he slept under every night.

everything in the room was exactly as it would be if he returned to his home at this exact moment. though it was almost uncanny to be sitting there, he felt a fluttering in his chest as he gazed upon you, your form against the backdrop of his most private space.

you, on the other hand, could hardly stop from observing the room, curious as to every detail, even if this was only a false vision of the real thing.

it was as close as you might ever come, and you decided to make it count. an urgency washed over you, the intimacy of peering into hyunjin’s bedroom overcoming your senses with a haze of lust. you reached out to his face, suddenly desperate to touch him, to feel his body, to be near him in the most carnal sense of the word.

you breathed his name before he took you in his arms and pulled you close, your lips crashing into his as instincts began to overcome him as well. this was where you belonged, in his arms, in his bed.

you opened up to him, letting your jaw fall open as he forced his tongue into your heated mouth, breathy moans and gasps escaping the both of you as your body rolled against his. his hands roamed down your back and around to your hips as you clung to his neck, both gripping the other as if you would never let go. clumsily, hyunjin’s slender fingers fumbled with the laces down the sides of your dress, messy in their desperation to remove the layers of clothes separating his body from yours.

“please, my love,” he whispered, hitching your breath in your throat as you realized he wanted you as passionately as you wanted him.

you rose to your knees and began untying the various fastenings of your dress until it fell loosely around your shoulders. hyunjin sat up to help pull the fabric over your head, leaving you in only your white underclothes, an image he held in his mind during lonely nights in this very room, when the two of you could not be together for one reason or another.

he marveled at your body like it was the first time he was seeing it, though this was far from the truth. the glow of your skin in the candlelight left him breathless, the curves of your jaw, your neck, your nearly exposed breasts, and your thighs almost too much for him to handle.

his hands traced the line of your shoulder, down your arms to your wrists, where he took hold and pulled your hands up to his lips, kissing the tips of your fingers as his dark lashes fluttered closed, drinking you in with his lips instead of his eyes.

clothing was discarded piece by piece, flung into a pile somewhere on the floor until the both of you were bare, chests heaving for breath as he kissed you, longing for your taste on his tongue.

you dragged your fingernails over his defined shoulders and chest as he kissed your neck, his teeth digging into the soft flesh he found there.

his hands wandered your hips and thighs, indecisive fingertips squeezing the curves of your legs and the globes of your ass until he couldn’t fight the instincts in his head any longer.

hooking his strong hands under your knees, hyunjin flipped you over on the bed, claiming a position on top of you where he had better access to your body. thick erection pressed tightly against his stomach, he leaned forward and captured one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking the tender flesh of its underside as his hand cupped the other side of your chest.

with nothing to dampen your moans, you cried out in pleasure as his lips moved to cover the hard bud of your nipple, his teeth digging in just enough to bring you to a place of dizziness.

“my love, ” he moaned between wet kisses, lips pressed against your skin with a shudder.

he sucked harder still as his dominant hand pinched your opposite nipple and massaged the mound underneath it in circles. you writhed under him, calling out his name as he ravaged your chest. your fingers burrowed into his locks, your body scrambling for anything to hold on to as if you would float up without doing so.

your ankles came to lock around his lower back, heels pressing into his spine as he nipped at your most sensitive areas, the ones he had come to know so well.

just as your neck was starting to feel unbearably hot from the pleasure, beads of sweat rolling down both your forehead and his back, he finally released your breast with a pop of his lips, gasping as he came up for air. he leaned back on his thighs, sitting upright to survey the traces of love bites and fingertip bruises he’d left across your chest, carefully kept below where the neckline of your dress would cover the next day.

as both of you caught your breath, he stared down at the pendant that gave you this power, which rested perfectly between your breasts, glinting as it caught the light from the nearest candle. it sent hyunjin’s head spinning as he touched his throbbing cock in one hand, preparing himself for you.

“let me fill you, please.” his thighs tensed between your legs, spread wide for him, straining to hold himself back. a glistening bead of pre-cum formed at his tip, but he didn’t break eye contact with you as he spread it over the blushing head of his cock with his thumb.

“please,” you whispered, hardly able to make a sound, as hungry for him as he was for you.

hyunjin released his grip between his legs and instead reached under your knees, folding your legs into your body, knees on either side of your chest. you felt him pressing forward, putting his weight first in his hands against the back of your thighs, spreading you wider in preparation. you wept for him, slick and trembling from his ministrations on your chest and the sight of his impossibly thick cock. you knew he would fit inside you, but only just.

with a sharp inhale, he teased his cock at your hole, the head swiping at your sensitive skin before he started to push himself inside you, inch by inch as he groaned. you felt the delicious burn as his thickness stretched your walls, both inside and out, to accept him.

“that’s it, my good girl, let me fill you,” he grunted, sweat dripping off the tip of his sloped nose and onto your chest as you whined in pleasure. he pulled out slowly before thrusting inside again, this time forcing himself inside you with a singular motion that had you clawing at his shoulders, mewling as his cock filled you completely.

hyunjin moaned deliciously as the pushing and pulling began, the dragging of his thickness creating intense friction between your legs. the sheer size of his cock splitting you in two had your head thrashing from side to side as he began to lose himself, lips moving almost on their own.

his eyes rolled back in his head with a gasp as his hip bones touched your thighs as he continued to pound himself into you. his thrusts came harder and faster yet, the muscles in your thighs trembling from being spread so wide for so long. the wet squelching of his cock sliding in and out of your heat couldn’t drown out hyunjin’s cries.

“y/n, oh my g– mine, my girl. mine” his words fell from his lips like a prayer, begging for salvation but not forgiveness, finally pushing you to release. your thighs bucked up against the strength of his legs as your neck and back arched severely off the bed, head thrown back in a scream as you came on his thick cock.

despite how you gasped, hyunjin didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, until you were filled with him. slick dribbled from your hole, wetting his cock even more as he slid in and out of you, pushing himself past his own limit.

“my love, i love you, i love you,” you panted, reaching to squeeze the muscles of his sturdy arms, impossibly flexed as he thrusted deep inside one last time before coating your insides with his load, his entire body shaking.

he collapsed beside you then, lungs gasping for breath, eventually pulling you into his chest, glistening with sweat and heat. his forehead dropped onto your shoulder and he curled into you, silent sobs wrenching from his lips as he began to cry. numbly, you lifted your arms to encircle his waist before sinking down to the mattress, your bodies slotting together as you held each other..

as soon as he could gather himself again, hyunjin spoke.

“i just want to spend forever with you but–” he didn’t have to say what it was. you didn’t want him to, afraid that admitting it aloud would cause your world of illusion to disappear.

“what will we do?” you asked, your heart breaking at the sight of him. tears welling up in your own eyes.

after a moment of silence, hyunjin slowly placed the pendant around his own neck and took your hand, pulling you up quickly. with one deep breath, he reached for the door the same door you came in from, pulling you alongside him as he lifted the iron handle of his door.

you followed, and with a flash of light, you stood on a green hillside at sunrise, grass under your bare feet, your bare body now covered with a white dress of his creation. you looked up at him and found him dressed not in robes, but in a simple white tunic and pants, the wind touseling the fabric.

he held both your hands as you gazed out behind him, the breathtaking view of the similar countryside dotted with stone fences and thatched roof cottages. everything around you felt calm, including the look in his eyes. “why here?” you asked.

“because,” he replied, “in a place like this, i’m just hyunjin, and you’re just you.”

tears welled in your eyes as he reached up to stroke your cheek. perhaps it was for the last time, you thought with a twinge in your chest, maybe this was the end for the two of you. you couldn’t go on like this. but his lips fluttered lightly over yours, pulling your eyes up to meet him when he released the kiss. his hands found your face, and you waited for the final goodbye.

but you found forever in his eyes. hyunjin tucked the pendant into his shirt and offered you his hand. you took it and began to walk alongside him, over the rolling hill, toward where the sun was now peeking over the horizon.

he squeezed your hand in an unspoken promise.

he’d leave everything behind, the kingdom, everything – to stay here with you. he would wander these pastures by your side for the rest of his days, hand in hand.

maybe this world was merely a fantasy, but it was the place you could be together. it was real as long as you were together.

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[dom--minnie]

You are Extraordinary

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 6.6k

For Miss Ro’s @binniesthighs​ collab #celebratethemthighs! Check that tag for some more things~ and more in the next week! This wasn’t supposed to come so late in the day but my usual clownery aka procrastination happened baybee~

Content: some body insecurity, established poly relationship, MxM intimacy, gender-neutral afab reader (I’m getting better at this), cunnilingus (r.rec), fingering (r. rec), slight teasing, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, heaaaaaaaaaaavy praise, body worship, pet names, finger sucking, some aftercare, so many ‘I love you’s’, like guys... it’s Soft

You know damn well that you’re not supposed to compare yourself to the photoshopped models on billboards or even the less professionally edited photos on Instagram. Sure, you know that fact but when has knowing ever stopped your little lizard brain from going? So, you trudge into your apartment shared with 2 lovely boyfriends. With every step you try to be quiet and work on making your face not immediately down so they can relax and focus on themselves for a minute.

Something doesn’t work because Seungmin is around the corner in milliseconds and his eyebrow are pinched together in his concerned not angry kind of way. You try to offer a reassuring smile, genuine at how happy you are to see him, but he’s already seen through you so you both know that there’s really no point.

“Hi, baby.” Seungmin says softly, engulfing you in a warm hug. 

You lean into him and let him take some of the stress off your feet. Someone else attaches to your side even though you neither heard nor saw him come around the corner.

“Hi, Minnie. Hi, Minnie.” You speak into Seungmin’s chest muffled. A little giggle escapes at how you always call them both Minnie.

The nickname has caused some confusion in the past but it always ended with a laugh. Like the time you shouted to catch the attention of another friend at a part but both your boyfriends found you within seconds to check on you. Said friend came over as well and when you explained the situation all 4 of you had a good laugh about it. 

“You dong alright there, cutie?” Minho asks, “your hands are shaking.”

You make a noise when you realize that he’s talking to you. He’s right though, he usually is. Your hands are shaking, even as they’re pressed flat against both of their wide backs. So, you offer a slight shrug and try to find out how to get around this.

It’s not that you don’t trust them and and want to lie, it’s just that you know it’s kind of ridiculous and saying it all out loud would make it seem even more so.

Seungmin, ever the observer, isn’t having it. The first to disconnect from the warm embrace, he takes one of your hands and one of Minho’s to drag you both to the couch. You’re sandwiched as they press close again and holds hands in your lap.

“So what’s up? And don’t you even try saying nothing.” Seungmin says, and jabs your side with one finger.

You let out a half-hearted whine and pout at him.

“But Seungie! I already know it’s dumb so I don’t need to say it out loud!”

Minho suddenly clicks his tongue and you lean back against him. He briefly leans down and kisses your neck before speaking. 

“Don’t be mean to puppy~ but really, we’ll keep being obnoxious until you tell us, so just get it over with now.”

You know he’s right but there’s still a part of you that wants to just run and faceplant onto your large shared bed. Instead of following through you just let go of them and dramatically flop across their laps, groaning loudly. You look between them and then close your eyes as the words start to flow out, not wanting to look at them while you say it. 

“Fine! I was comparing myself to some advertisement models and then to some actual people on the way home. I wish trying to look better didn’t take so much work. It sucks seeing those people on the giant billboards or whatever and then seeing myself in comparison in the mirrors.”

Seungmin starts immediately and vigorously shaking his head and making disapproving noises. His eyebrows are drawn together again as he stares down at you. You reach one finger up to try and rub away the creases but his expression doesn’t budge. Minho looks similar down the couch, a bit more sad than angry. 

“There isn’t really a way for you to look ‘better’, just different. Okay, fine, better by societal standards but those are dumb and don’t matter! You look perfect in those mirrors, I promise you.”

Seungmin opens his mouth, presumably to go on a whole tangent about this, but Minho squeezes his thigh and Seungmin’s jaw clacks shut. He just sighs and looks down at you, tracing your features with the tip of his fingers. Even as he went on a mini-rant your expression softened at how even the slight dissatisfaction you had shown had affected him so much. 

You divert your hand to lay on his cheek and the wrinkles on his face disappears as he looks down at you. 

“It’s okay, Seungie. You should be a motivational speaker or something, that was great.” 

You pat his cheek and he leans into the warm touch, all of you craving each other’s touches. Minho’s hands startle you a little when reaches over and brushes the hair off of your forehead. 

“You look cute in the morning when you haven’t woken up yet and just follow one of us around. You look hot as hell when you finally wake up and dress to conquer your day. And stunning at the end of the day when you slowly relax and unwind with us, laughing and smiling along.”

You turn to look at Minho better as he’s speaking. Between sentences he pauses to find what the right words are. It makes you a bit emotional how serious they’re taking a slight moment of insecurity. Seungmin leans closer as well, staring at Minho with starry eyes that you’re sure you have as well. 

“What did I ever do to deserve you guys?” You sigh, eyes closing gently again. 

Minho giggles and leans on Seungmin’s shoulder, letting out a small sigh. You and Seungmin both turn to him, looking so small with how he curled up.

“You tired, Minmin?” You coo.

Minho shakes his head a little, but straightens up abruptly after a moment. He looks between you and Seungmin, grinning at whatever plan has formed in his devious little brain. Truly, you love the man but he uses his smarts for evil most of the time.

Minho whispers in Seungmin’s ear and clearly the devilish plan has just doubled because Seungmin immediately grins. You’d stop and wonder how innocent and angelic his smile is if you didn’t know what it usually hid. Sure enough, they both urge you up, following just behind, and towards the bedroom. 

Minho pulls and Seungmin pushes you onto the bed. 

“You’re not too tired either, are you, love?” Minho asks.

His voice is soft and gentle in your ear that if he kept talking you could fall asleep. Clearly, they have a plan and it doesn’t seem evil with how close they both are now. So, you just shake your head and keep looking up at Seungmin.

Immediately, they’re all over you. Hands roaming over and underneath clothing, mouths roaming open skin. You let out a soft sigh from finally being with them again after such a long day. With how eager they are you’re not about to be just a passive doll in the middle. You untuck Seungmin’s shirt and undo the top professional, and stuffy, buttons of his dress shirt. 

Yours is gone as well, unbuttoned when you were distracted by the sudden movement. Still, Minho keeps to your neck and shoulders. You know his soft kisses will only last so long yet you let out a gasp when he bites and starts marking the area. Seungmin presses his lips to yours, taking any of the soft noises you’re making. 

Mostly, it’s just you, breathily gasping and sighing as you try and get both of them closer and closer. That plan is thwarted when Seungmin pushes your hands away from his belt. He pulls away and makes eye contact with Minho over your shoulder. They exchange some silent communication and Seungmin falls to his knees. 

This time Seungmin has his hands on your waistband but you compliantly lift your hips and let him pull them off. Instead of pulling them off all at once he goes slow, leaving a peck or two on the exposed skin. He returns once they’re off and gone grinning once he lays eyes on you again. 

Minho is still, still, still making marks and letting each one bruise so that it’ll be there for weeks. His hands are more frenetic with their movement, up and down over your bare chest and stomach. 

Apparently they’ve both decided that tonight is just the perfect night or marks. Seungmin comes back up to your inner thighs and makes softer, lighter marks on the sensitive skin. His wide shoulders spread your legs further and he glances between your legs, eyes glittering at the dark spot. 

A loud, and almost embarrassing, whine comes from your mouth when Minho gets his hands on your nipples and starts whispering in your ear. 

“Such a pretty angel for us. I can feel you blushing from here. And those soft little noises, but we’ll make em loud, no worries.”

Your mind briefly goes blank at his words. Usually when they say that they’ll make you loud they mean really loud. Like screaming so everyone around can hear kind of loud. 

It’s never bad screaming, so you’ll certainly take whatever they seem to be offering. 

“You’re perfect, darling. And what better place to worship than on my knees, hm?”

Your heart starts to race at ‘worship’, it’s such a strong word but you know Seungmin used it with purpose. He knows what he’s doing. With every new reveal this is shaping up to be a longer and longer night.

Finally, yet for just a fleeting moment Seungmin touches the dark spot on your underwear with his fingers. You knew that you wanted more but even such a small touch made you want it so much more. He knew that, of course he did. He could probably analyze your entire mental state from a single flick of your finger at this point. 

“So wet down here, angel. We’ve barely given you anything more than some kisses, how cute is that.” 

Normally, there’s some element of teasing to the praise. A condescension or mocking from one or both of them, but this time it’s entirely genuine and adoring. You’re finally starting to catch on to the full scope of their plan. 

Of course, they always praise you, and each other, to the moon and back. They do it to say it and to see the reaction that comes after. The wild card of sarcasm or softness from Minho, the sarcasm followed by softness from Seungmin, and the more flustered reactions from you. 

“Are you in there, sweetheart? Talk to us, love.” Minho mumbles, pet names falling like candy from his lips.

You don’t bother with that, not yet. Instead, you just arch your hips slightly towards Seungmin’s fingers that rest on your thigh. He sees you and just retreats said hand lower to your knee. You let out a little huff and watch his fingers draw circles on your knee. He’s looking back at you, awaiting the response he knows you’ll give. 

“Come on, sweetie. Ask puppy, and he’ll be nice.” Minho coaxes. 

There’s a light pink blush that rests high on Seungmin’s cheeks when Minho calls him ‘puppy’, especially in such a soft and gentle way. 

“Minnie, touch me, please?”  

The moment it leaves your lips you know it’s the wrong answer. Seungmin’s mouth stretches into a teasing grin. His fingers dance up and down the inside of your leg, clearly taunting you.

“I am touching you, sweetheart. What do you mean?” 

You throw your head back onto Minho’s shoulder and groan. As much as they’re clearly pampering you, Seungmin just can’t miss taking such an obvious opportunity. You basically handed that one to him on a silver platter. Minho giggles and presses his mouth lightly to the darkening marks he’s made and some fading ones left there as well.

“Seungie! More, please. And, um, use your mouth too?”

Seungmin hums but obliges and puts his mouth back on you, kissing up from your knee. The farther up he gets the more his eyes sparkle as he looks up at you. Just as reaches the hem of your underwear he stops and pulls away, doing the same on the other side. You hesitantly put your hands in his hair and try to pull him to where you want put he just untangles each finger, shaking his head. 

Minho is more focused with his hands than his fingers now. Lightly playing with your nipples between his thumb and finger. It occasionally distracts you from the ever increasing desire you have for Seungmin and the gasps you let out prove it to both of them. 

“Min, Minnie, can you take off my underwear? Please?” You whine and draw out the pleading words. 

You can do it yourself, there’s nothing stopping you. But why would you when you’re sandwiched between 2 of the most attractive boyfriends, either of whom could do it for you? 

Minho laughs breathily and shakes his head at your blatant laziness. He’s too busy playing with you to do it. Which leaves Seungmin who has his hands there practically the moment the words had left your mouth. He doesn’t look until they’re all the way off, and in the corner with the rest of your clothes, but the moment they are his mouth is going to your core. Fingers against you just for a moment and groaning at how wet you are already.

“You really are so wet, needy little darling.”

The change from the cold air to his hot mouth has you arching and letting out a moan. On the inside you’re burning and you want to just ride his face to your high as fast as you can. But they won’t let you do anything of the sort tonight. 

So, you put your hands back in Seungmin’s hair just for something to do. Not pulling this time, you make sure of that, just feeling him and keeping yourself grounded. It’s still unfairly soft and fluffy in your hands, even after his own long day of work. 

Minho giggles again, close to your ear. He has his mouth pressed to your neck still, this time right over your pulse. After a moment of stillness, from him only, he brings up a finger and holds it there.

“Your heart is going so fast, love. Is puppy making you feel good?”

Said like a question but you don’t even need to answer, you all know the answer. Regardless, you nod while you find the words to explain how much you actually wanted this, needed this. 

“So good, Min! Both of you are making me feel like this. Love you so much.” 

Minho hums happily at how soft and breathy your voice is, already affected with this much of the night to go. When you look down, Seungmin’s ears are pink from the combined praise and pet names from both of you. Minho sees it as well over your shoulder. 

“Hm, do you like hearing that, little pup? You’re doing so good, taking care of our angel on your knees. Use that mouth like we know you can.”

Seungmin looks up with wide eyes which are focused mostly on Minho for now. They switch quickly to you as he truly gets to work. No more ghosting touches, he’s here to make you feel good. You’re getting hotter and hotter down there, it also begins to start spreading around your body as well. The contrast of your clothing compared to both Seungmin and Minho has you reaching to tug at them. 

First, back to Minho and pulling at the bottom of his shirt. You know with all of the dancing work that he does that he’s more lean and built under his clothes than he looks at first. There is also the simple desire to have to bare skin of his chest pressed against you. The simple reminder of a lover being there, so close to you, is blissful. Unfortunately, you didn’t think that to take his clothing off he would have to disconnect from you entirely. 

An unbidden whimper comes out when you no longer feel him but soon after you feel a breathy laugh on your ear.

“So impatient, just give me a second, angel.” 

You pout but it doesn’t last long because Seungmin is still eagerly working between your legs. His eyes had never left your face either. When you look back down your eyes meet and suddenly you are entranced. All you can feel is Seungmin. 

His arms curled under you and his hands rested on your thighs. His mouth working wonders to make you feel good, learned from nearly a year of being together. And his eyes staring deeply into yours, giving this as much of an emotional connection as a physical one. 

The moment is only slightly broken when Minho presses against you again, but it’s okay because now you’re between them. It all has you feeling so much as you just lean into Minho’s chest, feeling the skin you had wanted so badly. 

“You’re so good to me. Love you both so much, thank you.”

Minho freezes then quickly curls himself even further around you. It’s a bit of an awkward angle but he kisses you gently. You let him do as he pleases, opening your mouth with his tongue, and focus more on your hips. Indecision on whether to jerk them towards Seungmin or to just trust and let him do it. Eventually, it isn’t really a choice as you feel the familiar burning in your core of your peak approaching. 

Seungmin just groans appreciatively and lets you move your hips more, practically riding his face within seconds. Minho gets an indication from the way that your whine get higher and more insistent into his mouth. He pulls away from you, just a centimetre, but you throw one arm around his neck and pull him back. Not bothering to fight it, he just kisses you harder. 

Seungmin lets out a low moan and in return so do you. When you glance over his eyes have moved to being locked on you and Minho. It makes you grin a little, when your mouth isn’t falling open into gasps and moans. 

“Did you like us putting on a little show, Minnie? You’re so cute. Oh, fuck, just like that.”

Your teasing breaks off when pauses to leave a long lick against you. Seungmin huffs out a small laugh then his eyes pan over to Minho. 

Minho whose eyes are switching between Seungmin and your mouth. You bite the edge of your lip teasingly but he takes the bait, biting that same lip quite a bit harder than you did. Your hand lands behind you to stabilize with the way he throws himself forward but you quickly bring it to wrap in his hair. There is no semblance of control or participation from you as you just moan openly into his mouth. 

You lean back to babble ‘please’ at Seungmin and Minho presses his forehead to yours.

“So pretty, angel. Your thighs, look at them. Caging Seungie in, showing off just how needy you are. All the lovebites from him on the inside, too. He loves being squeezed between your pretty legs, trust me. He might leave marks on the outside of them from how hard his fingers are squeezing.”

He’s cut off by you cumming with a loud moan. Even with that going through to your fuzzy brain you know he has much more to say. Lee Minho is never one to stop halfway either, not if he can help it. 

Minho puts his fingers back on your nipples to help and Seungmin doesn’t stop or slow down at all, his lips and tongue stimulating you like shocks. Your eyes slam shut and you nearly see stars behind them from how tightly you keep them shut. Minho keeps you upright as you shake and shiver through your first orgasm. Your moans are louder than anything Minho is saying to you. Or maybe it’s to Seungmin, the soft encouragements not being directed towards you makes more sense. 

You come down from it but Seungmin isn’t done yet. He moves down to taste you better, using as much of his tongue as possible. It’s less stimulating overall but you have to whine and push him away when it gets too much, regardless. All around his mouth is shiny and it makes you wide-eyed at how he was nearly as eager to use his mouth as you were. Minho sees it as well and pulls at him to join you on the bed. Seungmin makes one more glance towards your core before climbing up. Before he’s even all the way up Minho has crashed their mouths together.

They’re so, so beautiful, and only more so when they’re pressed together like this. You watch their mouths work and absent-mindedly trace over Minho’s body. When they pull away Minho has a cat-like grin and licks around his lips, getting whatever was leftover of your taste on Seungmin’s mouth. 

It’s your turn with Seungmin next and you draw his shirt up. He takes it from you and you draw over his chest, taking the opportunity you have sitting right there. Under your hands he’s still running hot and you press your palm flat against his heart where it’s beating faster than normal. Glancing down, you go to help take his pants off too but Minho has already moved in to kiss him again. 

It seems Minho has missed you all more than normal today, as once he’s started kissing you he can’t seem to stop, or just doesn’t want to. 

Neither you nor Seungmin is about to deny an affectionate boyfriend, so you're both just leaning into it. For Seungmin that's very literal as he leans and moves closer to Minho, pressing more and more of the skin together. When you put your hand on his shoulder, Seungmin pulls away to look at you. 

He tilts his head for a second before pulling you towards him. Minho whines when you get in front of him, but really he just puts his head on your shoulder. 

Finally, the circle of kisses can be completed. Seungmin's lips are more soft and smooth to Minho's chapped and dry ones. No matter what, you want more. 

You ended up getting more and more into Seungmin's lap as time goes on, all of you swapping kisses between each other more easily. Then, Seungmin shifts and his thigh presses up between your legs. 

The sudden and surprising stimulation along with lingering sensitivity has you gasping and accidentally biting Minho's lip. 

Minho pulls away, dramatically rubbing his lip. On the other hand, Seungmin sees the perfect opportunity and moves and flexes his leg to see what will get the most reaction out of you. The rhythmic movement he has makes you whine at him, not quite sure yourself if you want more or less of it. At some point you just have to pull away to whine with more effect.

“Minnie, more! I don’t care what, I just want more.” 

Before Seungmin can respond Minho is getting off the bed, running his hand down your leg. Once on his knees, just like Seungmin was before, he pulls you towards him.

“I think it’s my turn now, darlings.” He trails his eyes slowly up your body, and you just sit and let him. 

Normally, you’d get a bit shy about how his stare feels like he’s studying and taking you apart but this time it feels like he’s appreciating you as well. Minho spreads his hands across your thighs but gets up on his knees to leave some pecks up your stomach and chest. 

“You’re just so gorgeous, baby. I can hardly help myself, I just wanna appreciate every part of your body for hours.”

The words are so raw and his tone is so earnest that it nearly has you tearing up. Seungmin hums in agreement and starts running his hand over the same area. Along with his hand his eyes roam your torso, covering every inch. You lean against Seungmin as Minho takes his time between your thighs as well. 

“Your little tummy is so cute, there to appreciate all the food we make. Or maybe hate it based on how badly Minho and I did last time. In there is your heart. That wonderful, loving heart that I would do anything to protect. I can hear how fast it’s beating for us right now.”

When he gets to your heart, Seungmin stops and closes his eyes, presumably feeling it beat into his hand. You want to say that it’s always beating for them but there’s a tightness in your throat that stops you from being able to speak. Instead, you just wait until Seungmin opens his eyes and hope that your face can convey all the emotion that you mean. 

It must do something because he leans up, brushing his hand over your cheek, and kisses your forehead. Minho finally finds the perfect time to attach himself to your core, immediately coming in stronger than Seungmin had. 

Your mouth falls open as your eyes are drawn to him. He winks at how he abruptly ended your tender moment but Seungmin doesn’t mind. After that, your mouth just stays open and it makes your breaths louder in your ears. Not to mention any other groans and whines that Minho is a professional at eliciting from you. It doesn’t take long for you to give in to the urge to tangle a hard in his hair and pull a bit. The pulling isn’t intentional but he’s so good that you just can’t help but to ask for more. 

It’s amazing how Minho can keep his mouth so perfectly even while he’s evidently thinking about something else. Your next plead comes out far more low and needy than you expected and Minho acquiesces soon after. 

First, he just gets his fingers wet and teases you as usual. Your hands in his hair tug a bit harder and more insistently as if that will make him move any faster. It doesn’t, of course, he just keeps moving his fingers around in little circles. Seungmin tries to placate you with his mouth on your nipple but now you know what Minho is planning to give and it’s quickly making you impatient.

Seungmin’s mouth on your nipple is admittedly very pleasant. After having just hands touching them before it’s nice to have that wet and hot sensation. You switch between having your fluttering eyelids open to look at Seungmin’s calm face and throwing your head back to loudly whimper from Minho. 

Minho has to give in eventually, and he does. One finger enters you easily, and he curls and thrusts it only a few times before joining it with a second one. Now his mouth stays focused solely on your clit and that has you happily sighing. 

His fingers move with ease and experience and it nearly makes you want to scream. It feels like less time has passed than before yet you can feel the same curl in your stomach of how you’re getting closer. Seungmin’s thumb comes up to your lips when you whimper and press your lips together. He opens your mouth and the moan immediately after is embarrassingly loud.

For not one second does Seungmin let you close your mouth. He sits up and his eyes flick between yours and your mouth.

“Look at that pretty mouth, sweetheart. You always make such pretty noises, that’s why I’m keeping your mouth open. Whether it’s you just talking or screaming, you always sound so lovely. Hm, and your lips as well. We should kiss you more later, it’s perfect when they’re all puffy and shiny.” 

Seungmin’s husky voice makes you look at him with wide eyes, never realizing they could describe your body in such detail. Your eyes squeeze shut when Minho curls his fingers just right, doing it several more times after. The moans coming out must be just as loud as before but it fades out with Minho slamming his fingers into you and sucking on your clit. 

“Min, another! Oh fuck, you’re so good, baby.” 

Minho grins in his usual way but you can see the tips of his ears turning pink from the compliment. He presses another finger in, getting closer to filling you the way you want. Now, when he moves his fingers quickly it makes you let out a little mewl of pleasure. 

No longer can you hold yourself up, falling back onto the bed. Seungmin follows, getting closer and looking into your eyes. They flutter closed when he moves right next to you but doesn’t quite kiss you. It’s rather unfair because you can feel his lips against yours, just barely, but you’re too busy shaking to lift your head up. 

Seungmin just lets out a little giggle but finally presses his lips to yours. The wet smacking of your lips together reminds you in the slightest of Minho between your legs which just draws your focus between them more. One hand on each of their heads, trying to draw them ever closer to you. 

Apparently, your high was closer than expected as you tense your lower half from the feeling in your core. Seungmin leans away just slightly from the exclamation you make and sees your whole face widening. Your mouth is permanently open and letting out moans and mewls. Your eyes are blown wide and making eye contact with Minho. 

Minho, whose intense gaze feels burning in the dimmer light. His eyes still sparkle but it’s in a different way with only the light of the sunset coming from the window. 

Suddenly, your head is thrown back and all you can see is the stars behind your eyelids from squeezing them shut. Dimly, you can hear Seungmin trying to coax you to open them but your legs are compressing around Minho’s head. 

He just hums and keeps himself buried there, 3 fingers and a mouth deep inside you. The small groans he lets out only serve to enhance how hard you cum. Each one is shot straight your clit and makes you tense your thighs. It’s almost like he wants it with how often he lets out another noise. 

Seungmin has his hands on your nipples again but he’s still close to your face, more focused on listening to you rather than actually moving his fingers. It feels like years later and too soon that you start to come back down. Minho continues on the overstimulation far longer than Seungmin did, as usual really. 

Your back arches and your hands twist in both of their hair strands where you were holding. The grip you have in Minho’s hair has you constantly switching between pushing him away and pulling him closer. In the end you just simply pull upwards and let him do as he pleases with you, as you know he wouldn’t go too far. 

Sure enough, it’s only about half a minute later that he breaks away. At some point, as they had once told you, your moans develop a certain high strain that tells them you’re nearing a breaking point.

The familiar messy shine is easily seen around Minho’s mouth as well. He glances down for a moment and it seems like he’s already planning to go back in but doesn’t, staring up at you and Seungmin instead. Seungmin grins down at Minho and puts his hand on your thigh. 

“One more. We both know my hands are better for this anyways.” 

Minho stares at Seungmin’s large hand resting on your thigh and rolls his eyes but gets up next to you regardless. Both of them are amazing, obviously, but the facts can’t be denied when they’ve compared hand sizes before. 

Despite your guess, Seungmin stays where he is and just drags his hand down from your neck to your stomach. Minho seemed to assume that he would go back to the floor as well but when he sees the opening, follows the same path with his hand. Not the hand he was using in you before. 

That hand gets taken by Seungmin and put in his mouth, taking the chance to taste you again. He makes a bit of a show of it, even more with his tongue you’re sure. It makes you want to kiss him senseless and with the way Minho’s eyes stay wide you know he’s got something similar on his mind. Instead, he looks away and keeps his mind on teasing his hand around your clit. 6742

Seungmin wastes no time, entering one finger and moving it gently but quickly. As if he’s determined to prove that his fingers are longer, he makes sure that he fills you up with that finger as much as he can. 6492

Minho has his hand on you soon after, rubbing circles with his thumb. You hadn’t realized but you’re still very sensitive and it already brings some higher-pitched moans from you. Your strong reaction so soon has Minho being sweeter and slower, but it’s a good kind of sensitivity. One that has you trying to arch into his hand and get to him to give you more.

He placates you by pressing down a bit more with his thumb and lowering your hips with the rest of his hand. 

“Calm down, love. We’re taking care of you still, just stay down and relax.” 

You felt the rumble of his chest against your arm and it’s calming, despite their hands actively making you fall apart for them. You drop your hips back down and smile at the small ‘good’ that Minho mumbles. 

Seungmin inserts another finger, whether it’s from your impatience or his. With that, they manage to find a rhythm at the exact same time, and from that point they work even better to stimulate you. Each thrust of Seungmin’s fingers, and circle of Minho’s thumb serves to make your head foggier. Laying between them and having them both making you feel so good is a peaceful kind of happiness.

Any stress you had melts away and you just allow yourself to sink into the physical sensations of them being right there with you. They seem to see the change, speeding up their movements even more to bring you up to the peak. It’s mostly quiet for now, and you can hear how wet you are from them. 

Time seems to slip away as you quietly moan as they pleasure you. Affectionate gazes are given all around. It’s almost startling when Seungmin speaks, despite how quiet he is. You bite down hard on your lip to stop the whimpers you can feel building in your throat, but you need to hear him speak. 

“Neither of us have said anything about your eyes yet. I could write an essay about them, maybe I should. I love it when you look at us and they sparkle. Or when you look at something you’re excited about and they widen, it puts even more stars in them. Looking at something beautiful, like the night sky or flowers you just gaze at them peacefully like nothing could ever hurt you. Your eyes tell so much about your beautiful heart.”

At some point your mouth falls open from the sheer beauty and tenderness coming from Seungmin’s lips, but you don’t care. How on earth could you have been lucky enough to meet these 2 beautiful men and have them love you in return. It makes your heart ache a little. 

Some tears start to form and blur your vision. An indistinguishable combination of sexual and emotional pleasure. 

“Gonna cum. Please. One more, please. I love you both so much.”

Seungmin and Minho have matching grins when they look down at you. Gently, taking you apart with their fingers. It’s not as high of a high this time, but no less glorious. Your head fully fogs and you’re so tired that you’re hardly moving. Still, you can hear yourself and them. They’re still praising you. Responding with how much they adore you and always will. 

Blinking the tears in your eyes away slowly, you can hardly tear your eyes from them. Seungmin slowly removes his fingers from you, and Minho does the same. Your chest still heaves and you try to breathe deeper even as you feel the endorphins flowing all the way to the tips of you fingers. 

Minho is watching Seungmin suck on his fingers that were covered in your wetness. Minho looks down at you, slowly calming down from 3 orgasms pretty much in a row. 

“You still want us to fuck you or…?” He trails off and raises his eyebrow. 

You sit up and start to nod eagerly before being cut off the loud rumbling of your stomach. Seungmin giggles and puts his hand on your waist. 

“We both ate out our fill, but I guess you didn’t have the chance, huh? Let’s come back after we eat.” 

Minho rolls his eyes at the corny joke and gets up. You know you have to get dressed at least a bit but Seungmin is pressing himself into your side and are you going to move away? Of course not, food can wait when you have boyfriends to cuddle, honestly. Even when Minho is fully dressed Seungmin is just kissing all over your face. 

Minho is gone for longer to grab stuff to clean you up with. 

So, Minho just throws some clothes directly onto Seungmin’s face but gestures you forward to help you. It honestly feels like so much pampering for just a regular day rather than some set aside home spa care day. Though, you go to stand up and put on some pants and your legs turn to jelly. Minho catches you and just pushes you back onto the bed with a wry grin.

“Just let me help you, okay? Then Seungie can carry you out to the couch.”

Your furrow your eyebrows and twist your mouth, knowing that you can just let them do it but they don’t need to. Seungmin intercepts before you can speak, doubly silencing your protests. 

For a split second you hesitate, the body insecurities of earlier coming back. To chase them away comes the words of both Seungmin and Minho, talking about the parts of you that they love so much. 

“We love taking care of you, so please, let us? Just for tonight?”

Seungmin pulls out his best puppy eyes when you look at him. He really doesn’t need to because the moment he asked you already knew you were going to let them. The loose t-shirt you put on is very obviously not your own, and very obviously chosen to show off the myriad of marks on your neck. You reach up to Seungmin who beams and kneels down to let you on his back. 

After that it feels mostly like an ordinary day. Minho wins the rock-paper-scissors for food, you and Seungmin clean up after. Which is really Seungmin washing and you sitting on the counter drying. Though the electric glances stolen as you all sit back on the couch show that the day isn’t over yet. 

And what happens in the bedroom after that is most certainly extraordinary. 

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[binniesthighs]

thank you everyone for the birthday wishes! 🥰🥰

I’ll be reposting the last few fics of my collab really soon when I get the chance to read and give feedback so please look out for those! In the meantime, you can find them by searching the tag #celebratethemthighs! 😝

after they’re all published I’ll send on out the masterlist😝thank you again so so much to all the writers who participated and those who read along! Thank you for celebrating my 6 month anniversary with me!! 💕

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[jisungsplatforms]

Teaser: “Friends Don’t...”

Release Date: June 17, 2021

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x fem! reader

Genre: fluff & (eventual) smut; friends-to-lovers, non idol au

Warnings (not for the teaser but for the story in general): (Will contain Mature Content!) swearing, mentions of alcoholic beverages, “drunken” antics, sexual content— more will be added in the actual story.

Hello my love,

Sorry, is “my love” too strong? How about “darling”? Or rather, would “sweetheart” suffice just as well? Well, none of that really matters since I am too much of a coward to actually call you any of that, does it?

Love, loneliness, fear— emotions I never would’ve thought I’d feel when I am around you. Even if we are together 24/7, I can’t help but feel like we’re still too out of touch. The longing glances, the sparks I feel when our hands touch, the pounding in my chest when you smile at me—it’s getting more and more difficult to contain my feelings for you. Friends don’t typically feel any of that, do they? No, they do not. Oh, how much I crave to be more than just a friend...

That Title…Why does my heart hurt when you call me that? A͟ F͟r͟i͟e͟n͟d͟. Am I selfish for feeling this? Why can’t I just be satisfied with being friends? I can’t help but crave for more. I feel like a lovesick fool. Hopeless. Lost. Loveless

One day, hopefully soon, I will gather the courage to reveal my true feelings for you. But for now, I will just have to settle with nothing more than just a friend. I will just continue loving you from the sidelines until that day comes…even if that day may never come.

...I love you...

A/n: This teaser is actually for my contribution for the @/binniesthighs anniversary collab! 🌹🌹🌹 And of course, seeing as this is a collaboration between other talented writers, be sure to check out their fics as well!! (under the #celebratethemthighs tag, you won’t regret it!)

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