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this world is so fucking scary that describing it as scary feels like an understatement

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SKZ BOYKISSERS??? LOLOLLLOOLLLLL

TELLING MY TRUTH AND I WILL NOT BE SILENCED

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2:09 AM.

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

your boyfriend’s feeling extra needy for you tonight, and who were you to say no?

pairing: han jisung x reader, established relationship genre/tags: fluff + smut, marking, somnophilia, slight dubcon, soft dom!jisung, fingering, piv, unprotected s*x, slight breeding kink words: 2.0k

[ note. ] — this is a revamp of a fic that i’ve wrote months ago but i actually never posted it on this acc sooo yeah. ik i usually write ji as a sub but him as a dom hits different too >.<

The moon looks extra beautiful tonight. Streaks of pale light bleeds into the sheer, ivory curtains— it’s soft, milky glow cascading over your shared bedroom. It was mostly quiet, aside from the whirring hum of the ceiling fan and faintly audible breaths from his left side as Jisung temporarily rose from the tangled sheets.

It’s already past 2 am, sighing out in annoyance when he checks the time that’s flashed on his phone screen. He couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep no matter how hard he tried, only growing more frustrated as he’s been attempting to do so for the past hour or so.. His eyes greeting the wall with nothing but empty blank stares, sleep was deemed impossible to obtain by now and as many times he closed his eyes they still wouldn’t remain permanently shut.

He rolls over in defeat once again. Facing to the left of him was the most precious, angelic little being he’s ever seen, casting his view over to his sleeping beauty of a girlfriend who’s peacefully dozing off into dreamland. Oh, how he’s always been so envious of your ability to fall asleep in an instant.. you were just the sleepiest girl that could easily try and catch a nap just about anywhere. But oddly enough— he always found that quality of yours to be quite endearing.

Jisung could simply stare at you all day with no complaints. He couldn’t help but admire the way you looked in any state you were in, even whilst in your deep slumber. In his eyes, you were the true embodiment of perfection. Looking adorable as ever with your hair splayed all over the pillow, clutching onto your favorite stuffed animal that you always went to bed with.

Though he was unable to physically fall asleep, he surely was mentally exhausted. His brain still a bit foggy, dreading when it’s time to get up in the morning for work when he’s so badly craving a part 2 of the 3-hour fuck sesh you both had the night before.

A trail of faint markings were embedded into his chest— some that were barely noticeable on his neck and several scratches left on his back from the aftermath; recollections of your pretty moans echoing throughout the room made his cock stir, getting uncontrollably horny all over again.

Too bad you had to be asleep..

It’s like the universe is punishing him, taunting him for some unknown reason. Not only can’t he fall asleep, but now he’s plagued with all kinds of other sinful thoughts and it’s only fueling his insatiable desire for you. The more he thinks about it, the more sexually frustrated he’ll become.

He could easily take care of this ‘problem’ of his by doing it himself, right? Sure.. but it won’t be nearly the same. He needs to touch you, feel every inch of you, have you under him with your face all smushed in the pillows as he fucks his cock deeper into you.. or he could simply eat you out until you begged for him stop like he did last time.

Either way, all he wants is you.

He gets closer, reaching over to brush some strands of hair out of your face, smiling to himself when you snuggled up into his hand— still sound asleep. Your lips smack together a little, body shifting underneath the covers, completely oblivious of what’s going on.

Jisung slowly lifts up the comforter, revealing your pretty figure, the thin, slip dress you wore leaving little to the imagination. It’s silky fabric riding up as you tossed and turned during the night, completely exposing your lower body. He bit his lip at the sight behold him, wanting nothing more in this moment is to grab your thighs and have them spread open for him.

He’d do many ungodly things to you if you were awake right now..

He tried to be good, letting a few minutes pass by. He tried to ignore it— this ache in his chest, in his cock, and in his hands that won’t stop twitching with the need to touch you. Jisung feels like the worst kind of man for staring at you like this, hard as hell, desperate, breath shaky from the way your body torments him without even trying.

But then, he remembers the late night confession you gave him a few weeks ago. When you were half asleep, talking in hushed whispers while tangling your fingers in his hair.

“I’ve always had this fantasy… where you fuck me in my sleep. Like.. I’m just lying there and you can’t help yourself. You’re so needy you wake me up with your cock inside me.”

Jisung nearly choked on his own saliva when you said it. Eyes wide, brain malfunctioning.

You even giggled afterwards like it was nothing, teasing, “you’d never actually do that though, would you?”

But he knew by the way you were looking at him. You wanted it.

And tonight— he’s weak.

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As his hand shifts underneath the hem of your nightgown to caress your thighs, he tries convincing himself that this was as far as he’ll take it.

“Fuck..” he whispers to himself, brows furrowed. “What’re you doing, Jisung…”

He leans down, kissing your bare skin. “You’re gonna kill me,” he murmurs against you.

But your soft sigh as you turn slightly— it’s encouragement enough, and as more delicate kisses are planted to your shoulder, slowly working his way up to your neck, how you’re lying there so pliantly for him. It only makes him want to do more, see how far he can take this before you actually do wake up.

He’s gotten a bit overtly comfortable now as he traveled to your upper body, leaving no surface of you untouched. He’s fondling one of your breasts with his free hand, the pad of his thumb softly grazing over your nipple. You don’t make any sudden movements— still blissfully unaware of what’s happening.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your shoulder, stifling a groan when he grinds his clothed dick against your ass. He’s back to holding your waist, but that didn’t last very long before he gets distracted by something else.

Eventually, he found his fingers inching closer to your core, circling your clit over the thin lining of your panties. He hissed at the feeling of how wet you are, even while you’re asleep your body subconsciously adheres to him, as if it knows who it belongs to.

“Just a little…” he mutters, voice laced with guilt and temptation.

He slid the extra layer of fabric to the side, collecting more of your arousal before plunging one of his fingers inside, watching with hungry eyes as it disappears in and out of your dripping cunt. The sounds of your wetness only making him more painfully hard, rutting up against you like a dog in heat and he’s absolutely shameless about it at this point. All he wants is to bury his cock between those soft, pretty thighs of yours..

It’s only a matter of time until he finally caves in. And it wasn’t long before he found himself rubbing his cock along your folds and caught his tip in your entrance, sliding in with ease from how soaking wet you are. You make a soft, unconscious noise, hips shifting closer. Your cunt clenches tight around his cock, warm and slick, and he nearly moans out loud from the feel of it.

“God- how are you always this tight?” He grunts out, pressing soft kisses into your neck as he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, his eyes scrunched shut as he sinks into your heat. “You’re not even awake and you’re already making me lose my mind…”

He grips you tightly but not enough to leave any major bruising, he’s still gentle with you, keeping your hips flush against his as fully bottoms out, too deep in concentration to focus on anything else. He barely even notices when your eyes cautiously flutter open, a gasp slipping from your breath when feeling the unexpected intrusion, your warm walls pulse around him, adjusting to the stretch.

You let out another small noise. It might’ve been a moan, a word, or his name, whatever it was— it was the least bit coherent. You were still drowsy and disoriented, but once the initial shock wore off you found yourself relaxing into him again; bathing in his warmth, letting his desires roam free.

Jisung kept groping your tits as he fucks you from behind, lightly twisting your nipple to make you even more delirious for him. You simply could do nothing but lye there and take it, fighting the urge to fall back asleep mixed with the overwhelming pleasure that he’s giving you.

“Baby..”

You stir against him, lazily grinding against him to match his movement. Your sleepy voice sounding much cuter, and a lot more innocent than the actions he’s performing.

“Yeah?” He rasps, voice thick with desire, never letting up on his ministrations, his hips snap back and forth, this time with a little more force— but remains gentle with his words. “Is this.. okay?”

He might’ve been a little late with that question.. but nonetheless, you still appreciate the sentiment of it. You simply respond to him with a hum of compliance, feeling in a state of euphoria as you arch into his touch, feeding off of all the soft praises he’d whisper in your ear. You’d do anything for Jisung, not because he was just your boyfriend, but because it’s him— you trust him more than anything in this world. There were no limits when it comes to your love.

“Cum inside, please,” you desperately whine, your cunt cinching around his thickness when he repeatedly thrusts in your sweet spot.

You felt so needy for him. You always did. Even as you’re getting dicked down by him right now you still call out to him— begging for more. A mutual neediness amongst each other.

“You really wanted this, huh?” He breathes out, voice breaking. “Me waking you up with my cock already inside you? No warning. Just full, stretched, dripping…”

You moan helplessly, nodding.

He laughs— breathless, disbelieving. “You’re so fucking dirty.”

“You were already so wet before I even touched you. Like your pussy was waiting for me.”

His pace quickens. The sound of skin slapping echoes faintly in the room, muffled by the sheets. Every thrust pushes you further up the bed. You gasp and try to stifle your moans in the pillow, but it’s no use.

“Look so pretty when you’re all fucked out like this,” he growls, one hand grabbing your hip, the other fisting your hair and pulling your head back. “Maybe I’ll make this a habit.”

You whimper something incoherent to that, and he chuckles darkly.

He shifts his angle, hitting deeper, harder. Your body jolts with each thrust, legs trembling now.

Jisung could feel himself nearing the edge, and your pleas for him to cum inside was only making his high approach faster.. he sighs, “Wan’ me to give you a baby? Make you a mommy?” It might’ve been a question but he already knew the answer, he didn’t need to hear a response.

“Yes, please..” you manage to say as tiny whimpers and moans fall from your lips, attempting to catch your ragged breaths.

You don’t care about the consequences that come with your decision, you’ll bear those repercussions later. For now though, all you want is for him to milk every last drop of his cum inside you.

“It’s okay baby, just let go..” he talks to you with the sweetest, honey laced voice, coaxing you through your orgasm, “I got you… I got you.”

Your mouth flew permanently agape, in a cloud-like haze as your own orgasm washes over you, all while at the same time having your insides plastered with thick, white ropes of Jisung’s cum.

Your whole body is shaking but you’re brought a source of comfort when several fleeting kisses saturate your back, leading them up to your neck once more to litter faint love bites. You’re left feeling more exhausted than you were before, cuddling with your boyfriend who seems to also be just as worn out as you.

Before drifting back to sleep, you hear a soft-spoken exchange, almost undetectable when he mumbles the words against your skin; but you could still make out exactly what was said.

“I love you.”

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the birds and the bees goes wrong.

yang jeongin x fem!reader.

( 💭 ) — a stork just laid its nest upon your roof.

( 🫦 ) — pregnancy talk, implied abortion, scientific talk in (1) one text, i don’t even know what this is, read with caution (i guess). hurt and comfort. happy ending (unless you are the gastrula).

a few hours later, after the facetime.

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bf!minho dump.

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I hope you can write more stories like "Birds and Bees" . I loved it. So real, so different, so . worldly, so little idealized, I loved. 🫰🫰🫰

i will definitely do that!! even though the engagement was lower than the average, the amount of comments made me realise that there a lot of people that need content like this, as much as me.

so expect more different content like this :)))

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BIRDS AND THE BEES GONE WRONG WAS SO GOOD!! reread a few hundred times maybe

really comforted me and I'm not even pregnant so idk how that works what magic you've put in there

OMG so happy you liked it so much!! I was actually so scared to publish it, because it a bit 'unconventional', but I'll do more for sureee

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God bless someone who didn’t write me keeping the baby.

i exercise my right to choose and also your lol

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the birds and the bees goes wrong.

yang jeongin x fem!reader.

( 💭 ) — a stork just laid its nest upon your roof.

( 🫦 ) — pregnancy talk, implied abortion, scientific talk in (1) one text, i don’t even know what this is, read with caution (i guess). hurt and comfort. happy ending (unless you are the gastrula).

a few hours later, after the facetime.

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the birds and the bees goes wrong.

yang jeongin x fem!reader.

( 💭 ) — a stork just laid its nest upon your roof.

( 🫦 ) — pregnancy talk, implied abortion, scientific talk in (1) one text, i don’t even know what this is, read with caution (i guess). hurt and comfort. happy ending (unless you are the gastrula).

a few hours later, after the facetime.

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'manchild!' a jeongin smau series by @cosmicalily

ex bf!jeongin x popstar!reader | view series navigation and outline here

★ 1. "what do you call it? stupid?"

author's note: omg i feel so evil for portraying jeongin like this HELP guys i promise there's a happy ending it's literally just a character growth arc! warnings: jeongin is a lousy bf, breakup pink bg texts are yn, white bg texts are jeongin.

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꒰ ꒱　 ଘ꒰ ꒱　 ꒰ ੭ ꒱ ᐣ　 𓊆 𓊇　 ᑦ꒰ྀིྀི ྀྀི꒱ᐣ 　 ૮꒰ྀི ꒱ྀིა

　

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first thirty seconds of the call would just be me looking at him in total silence, just for then to say "so you are actually real". and that would be the whole call.

At some point I realized that I, in fact, do NOT want any fancalls or fanmeetings with Stray Kids. And no, it's not coping (or is it?). Because what do you MEAN I would have to look Bangchan in the eyes and act totally normal knowing, that the other night I was reading the most sheet gripping, toe curling smut about him.

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soft paws, warm hands - hwang hyunjin

pairings : ferrethybrid!hyunjin x fem!reader

genre : fluff

wordcount : 1.0k+

a/n : i decided to write this because i’ve lately been reading a lot of skz hybrid things! i didn’t know how you guys would feel about this, but here i am. feedback is appreciated! enjoy my lovelies! ♡ ^^

the hybrid adoption center always made your heart ache a little.

so many hopeful eyes. so many small noises, little paws, twitching ears and tails. they all looked at you like you were their last chance. but today, you came in with real purpose—you were ready to adopt. something small. something cuddly. something to keep you company in your quiet apartment.

"the ferret hybrids are down this hallway," the caretaker said with a warm smile. you nodded, heart picking up pace.

as you stepped into the smaller room, the soft hum of a heat lamp and gentle chirps of communication filled the space. there were a few cages, each spacious and lined with toys and blankets. one ferret curled into a fuzzy donut and didn’t stir. another was chewing a cardboard tube, absolutely lost in it.

but the one that caught your eye was sitting right at the front of the cage, tiny paws gripping the bars, beady eyes focused entirely on you.

he had creamy brown fur, slightly lighter around the face, and little dark speckles down his back. he blinked once, tilted his head—and then stood upright on his hind legs like he was trying to get a better look at you.

"oh my god," you whispered, your heart completely gone. "hello there."

the little ferret perked up even more at your voice. you knelt down, offering a hand through the bars, and instead of scurrying away like you expected, he leaned forward and gently nudged your fingers with his tiny nose. then he crawled right into your palm like he belonged there.

"that’s hyunjin," the caretaker said behind you. "he’s… special. came in a few weeks ago. no one's even held him before."

your brows furrowed. "really? he just crawled into my hand."

the caretaker blinked. "he… did?"

you smiled and gently stroked his head with a finger. "he’s perfect. i’ll take him."

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the ride home was quiet, hyunjin curled up in the blanket-lined carrier, occasionally peeking up to look at you. you caught his eyes in the rearview mirror more than once.

when you finally set him down in your apartment, he hesitated for a moment. then he stretched long and low like a noodle, and began to explore. it was honestly adorable—he climbed onto your couch and burrowed under the pillows, poked his head into your slippers, tried to crawl up your pants once (before tumbling back down with a dramatic squeak).

"you’re really something else," you laughed as you followed him around, "aren’t you gonna transform back at some point?"

he squeaked and flopped over dramatically. no shift. just vibes.

you assumed he needed to feel safe. comfortable. maybe he just liked being in ferret form for now. that was fine. you weren’t in any rush.

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a few days passed, and you settled into your new routine with hyunjin. he was smart, playful, curious—and oddly good at following you around the house. he had this little hopping run that made you giggle every time. and even when he was mischievous, like stealing your socks or trying to climb the curtains, he always found a way to charm you out of being mad.

that morning, you’d been working on a diy project in your room. a little bookshelf you were painting and assembling by hand. music played softly from your phone. hyunjin was asleep in a pile of laundry nearby, his tiny chest rising and falling peacefully.

you were cutting some thick fabric to line the shelves when the scissors slipped.

“fuck—!” you gasped as pain flared through your hand. your thumb throbbed instantly, and blood began to drip, dark and fast.

you dropped the scissors with a clatter, backing up and gripping your hand. panic was bubbling up when you heard frantic scrabbling—hyunjin was suddenly up, his little feet thudding lightly against the floor as he sprinted toward you.

“hyunjin—” you started, blinking through the pain.

he didn’t stop to nuzzle or sniff. instead, he turned sharply into your closet, disappeared behind some hanging clothes—then came back out dragging a pair of sweatpants.

you blinked, woozy from the sight of blood, confused.

and then right in front of you, he shimmered.

not with magic or some dramatic spark, but subtly—fur melting into skin, tiny limbs elongating and shifting until suddenly, a tall, bare-skinned man stood in front of you.

hyunjin.

naked.

you choked on air, your brain unable to fully catch up to what just happened. he was… he was stunning. lean but toned, long limbs, golden skin, sharp cheekbones, lips parted in focus. and yeah—he was huge. not just tall. your gaze dipped once, and you swore your soul left your body.

“i’m sorry,” he said breathlessly, pulling on the sweatpants in a hurry. “i—i usually wait longer to shift. but you—i smelled the blood.”

his voice was soft, deep, slightly raspy. he tied the waistband quickly, and the pants, somehow, fit perfectly on his hips.

you blinked at him, still crouched and holding your hand. “you’re… you’re human.”

“hybrid,” he corrected gently, stepping forward. “may i see it?”

you nodded numbly.

he knelt in front of you, still shirtless, and took your wrist with warm fingers. his touch was surprisingly delicate. he pulled a tissue from your nightstand and pressed it firmly against the wound. the pain made you flinch, and his eyes softened.

“i’ll clean it up after the bleeding stops,” he murmured. “but you’ll be okay.”

you couldn’t stop staring.

his eyes were this deep brown, framed by long lashes. his hair, slightly wavy and falling into his face, still held some of the soft brown tones from his ferret form. and his body—god—he was so effortlessly beautiful. lean muscle, smooth skin, soft veins running under the surface. it was almost unfair.

“you’re staring,” he said without looking up.

“you’re half-naked in my bedroom,” you countered weakly.

he chuckled, soft and low. “i can get a shirt, if it’ll make you more comfortable.”

“no,” you blurted. “i mean—no, it’s okay. just… wasn’t expecting you to be that pretty.”

he looked up at that, a slow grin spreading across his face. “you think i’m pretty?”

you groaned. “don’t tease me. i’m bleeding.”

he laughed again and adjusted the tissue gently. “you’ll need some antiseptic. bandages, too. stay here.”

he stood, and you watched his back as he padded to the bathroom. broad shoulders, a slim waist, that damn waistband hanging low on his hips. you were truly not okay.

he returned with a small first aid kit and sat beside you, cross-legged. the moment he started cleaning the cut with alcohol, he murmured quiet reassurances.

“you were so calm,” you whispered, still watching him.

“i’ve seen worse,” he said. “besides… the idea of you getting hurt and me not helping? i couldn’t stay in ferret form anymore.”

you swallowed hard.

“so… why didn’t you shift sooner?”

he looked thoughtful as he wrapped the bandage snug around your hand. “some hybrids like staying in animal form when they’re unsure. it’s safer. less vulnerable. but with you, even from the cage… i knew i’d be safe.”

you blinked at him.

“you picked me. not because i was rare. or flashy. just because… you liked me. i could tell.”

you couldn’t say anything to that. your heart was beating too loud.

“besides,” he added, eyes flicking to yours, “i was planning to show you eventually. i just… didn’t want to scare you off.”

you smiled, cheeks warming. “you’re the one walking around shirtless, hyunjin.”

he smirked, playful and cocky now. “so you were looking.”

you swatted his arm with your uninjured hand, and he laughed again—warm and bright, so different than the skittish creature you’d first met.

“thank you,” you said quietly after a moment.

he tilted his head. “for what?”

“for helping me. for… trusting me.”

he reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “i’m yours, remember? ferret or not.”

you smiled softly.

and maybe it was the blood loss. or maybe it was just him—but you leaned into the warmth of his presence, into the way he gently pulled you close, and let him take care of you that night.

ferret or human. you’d picked him.

and now, he was finally home.

doliveiraa ꪆৎ ― est. june '24 © do not copy or repost my content on other platforms.

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── 🫧 ๑ better than revenge ๑

𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒈𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅..

𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 ¹ ・・・ when seungmin finds out his girlfriend publicly posts her ‘new boyfriend’ without breaking up with him. he decides to take matter into his own hands, going to the person who he knows will understand him - you.

꒰ 𝓢ubject ꒱ ──── 𝐔nistudent!𝐒eungmin x 𝐅em! 𝐑eader ༘⋆ ‎g. crack cw. kys/kms jokes, drugs, alcohol, fake dating ss. 25 ┈┈┈ Ӄfiles ₊꒷꒦˚ ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ ғᴏʀᴍ.

Ӄai’s ¿? seeing seungmin in one week time.. i might cream my pants

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