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ᯓ★ 𝐒𝐮𝐧-𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

͙͘͡★ Genre: Domestic, fluff, lightly suggestive

͙͘͡★ Warnings: Vague mention of sex at the end

͙͘͡★ Characters: Chris, Y/N

͙͘͡★ Word Count: 2k

“Du du du … mmm do you guys have enough water? Nope? Here … there we go, nice and hydrating, yeah? Drink up if you wanna grow all healthy and strong … ”

Y/N could hear her husband before she saw him. Chris was floating between humming a cheerful little tune under his breath and talking in a lilting voice to … their plants?

“Looks like this fella's ready to be picked, aye?” Chris was saying, and Y/N giggled to herself as she neared the large fruit and veg section of their expansive garden. The summer sun was spilling over her in heavy waves, but a gentle breeze wafted in and out of the light skirts of her dress, cooling her legs and brushing up the sides of her arms as she shielded her eyes with a hand. She was carrying a tall glass in her other hand, chunks of ice bobbing around on the surface and clinking against the glass with every soft step she took.

“Ooh … and this one too? Oh woah … there's a whole bunch of ripe ones behind these leaves … “

“Talking to the tomatoes now, Handsome?” Y/N laughed softly, nearing the tall archway that curled with leafy vines. “Where even are you … ?”

Chris's chuckles were soft on the other side. Y/N could almost feel the blush radiating off of him from where she was standing, and she grinned.

“Here. Behind the leaves.”

Using an arm to gently push a few branches out of the way, Y/N's eyes finally landed on her husband; her eyes widened slightly, and her lips parted in surprise when she saw him. He was unravelling himself from a crouch, and he gave her an easy grin that lit up his entire face. A hose was in his left hand, a wicker basket in the other, but it wasn't either of those things that made Y/N nearly melt into a puddle. He was completely shirtless. The shadows defining his muscles deepened until he looked as though he was carved from a solid block of gold, skin devastatingly smooth and toasted from the warmth. There was a sheen to his skin that glimmered when he moved - almost as though he had been caressed by the sun itself, and tiny droplets of water ran down the dips and curves of his pectoral muscles and the valley through his abdominals; no doubt from the hose he had been spraying gently over the vegetation.

He looked completely at home in his pair of long shorts and large flip flops and thin chain that rested at the base of his throat - like he wasn't radiating a heat hotter than the sun shining above them both. The cheeky smile on his face only added fuel to the fire, his eyes sparkling as he looked at his wife over the small tomato leaves.

Y/N swallowed thickly. “What are you doing?”

Chris started to laugh, mischief laced through each breath. “What does it look like I'm doing? Watering the tomatoes, baby.”

“Where's your shirt?”

Chris looked down at himself. His eyebrows slid up his forehead a little as if he had completely forgotten just how exposed he was amongst the foliage.

“Got hot,” Chris grinned widely with a casual shrug.

Y/N bit into the soft flesh of her lower lip as a large smile spread across her face. “The tomatoes are blushing.”

She was pointing to a green tomato with blooms of scarlet growing across it. Chris leaned forward and rested it in the palm of his hand, and he chuckled, thumb caressing over the red spots.

“This your way of saying I'm making you blush?” Chris teased.

“You calling me a tomato?”

“Well, no … but now that I think about it, your face is getting really red … “

Y/N clamped her hands over her burning cheeks. “It's the sun.”

“Oh yeah?” Chris smirked and he placed his basket to the floor, along with his hose. His tread was slow, predatory almost as he moved towards his wife who was backing away just as slowly, and playful giggles escaped her when he backed her up against one of the arch beams. His knuckles were warm as they brushed over her pink cheeks, the green, fresh scent from the tomato leaves mingling with the sweetness of his skin as he leaned closer.

“I … brought you this,” Y/N was quick to raise the glass between their faces.

Chris's eyes widened - he hadn't noticed her carrying it before. “For me?”

“Your favourite pineapple … soup,” Y/N joked. “Thought you'd be thirsty."

Chris's tongue hung out of his mouth in distaste as he accepted the chilled glass from his wife. “Soup? Baby, it's juice.”

“Same thing.”

“No. Not ever. Don't make me get into the science of it.”

Giggles spilling out of her, Y/N held her hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay … drink your juice.”

“Don't I get a kiss first?”

Y/N grinned. Her hand was soft as it cupped the back of her husband's neck, and she pulled him towards her with a tug that made Chris snort with laughter. His lips landed on hers, his nose bumping her skin softly, and he hummed with satisfaction, his smile clear as day against her mouth.

“How many tomatoes have you eaten?” Y/N asked when she pulled away, a sweet tang lingering on her tongue.

Chris looked sheepish. “Not that many? Like … three? Could be thirteen … “

“Thirteen?”

“I got hungry!” Chris whined, more laughter erupting out of him. “And they taste so good when they're all warm … so juicy and melty.”

Y/N couldn't disagree. She watched as the man glugged down half of his juice in one go, and let out a long ‘ahhh’ as the cold beverage flooded through his warmed body.

“I was tryna get those oranges,” Chris nodded up to one of their fruit trees as he leaned down and reached for one of the ripe tomatoes he had picked. “Can't reach.”

He cut the tomato deftly in half with a small knife he had with him, and he held one half out to Y/N with a smile.

“Tried the rake?” Y/N asked, biting into her tomato. She groaned at the flavour, and Chris looked smug, as if to say ‘I told you so!’.

“The branches aren't long enough,” Chris sighed, reaching for another. “Looks like you're gonna have to get onto my shoulders.”

Y/N shook her head. “You just like carrying me. I bet you could get those off easy peasy.”

“Don't reveal my master plan,” Chris chuckled. “I really can't reach them. There's no other way. We can't let those oranges rot, baby girl.”

Shaking with giggles, Y/N licked the tomato juice off of her fingers. “Oh, alright. Lift me up then, Handsome.”

Setting down his half finished pineapple juice on a nearby bench, Chris crouched low enough for Y/N to situation herself over his shoulders. His hands gripped her legs to his chest as he slowly stood up again, and Y/N squealed at the sudden height, her hands tangling into her husband's long curls.

Chris grinned, patting her thigh. He neared the orange tree, moving as close to it as he could. “Can you reach?”

One hand still on Chris's head, Y/N reached up carefully. Her fingers curled around a fat orange, and she wiggled it around to break the stem off.

“Atta girl,” Chris squeezed her leg. He took the orange from her and gently rolled it into the wicker basket along with the tomatoes.

“There's so many,” Y/N said in wonder. “Poor things aren't gonna stand a chance when you get your hands on that juicer.”

Chris let out an exaggerated, evil laugh. Always the one to fall in love with new gadgets, Chris's recent obsession had been a rather hefty juice machine his father had given him. He had set it up, learnt how it worked, and used it every single day for the past two weeks.

“You can't go wrong with fresh orange juice though,” Chris hummed, taking another two oranges from her.

“With bits,” Y/N said. “Only with bits.”

“Aight. With bits,” Chris chuckled.

Stretching her arm out for the last ripe orange, Y/N couldn't quite reach it. She caressed her husband's neck, looking down at him.“Chris … can you move closer?”

Looking down, Chris gently shuffled foward.

“Bit more.”

“I … can't get any closer - “

Heel of his flip flop landing awkwardly on a twig, Chris stumbled; his hands gripped onto Y/N tightly as he swayed to the left, and realising he was going to fall, Chris deftly swung Y/N over his head and cushioned her into his chest just as he landed on his back on a soft patch of grass.

Y/N landed on her husband's front with a thud. The last orange had rolled from her hand and across the floor, and was now nestled in a patch of dirt away from the tomatoes. She looked down at Chris; his eyes were wide, his fingers still gripping Y/N as if his life depended on it, and seeing the sudden twitch of her lips, Chris burst into laughter.

“Are you okay?” Chris wheezed, hand going up to cup his wife's cheek. Her entire body was buzzing with matching giggles, her dress rolled up to her hips and her legs warm against Chris's. She nodded, her fingers smoothing back the hair from Chris's forehead before landing a kiss to his skin.

“Good job,” Y/N giggled against the man's lips. “We got all the oranges!”

“Yay!” Chris grinned as he dropped his head back onto the grass. “So much juice. See? Told ya … knew you'd get ‘em all.”

Giggling at that, Y/N caressed Chris's face. She could see the reddening around his hairline, the patch of crimson over his nose bridge that looked as though her lipstick had rubbed off onto him.

She shook her head with a soft sigh. “You didn't wear sunscreen today, did you?”

Chris looked guilty. “Don't need it. I'm … immune. To the sun.”

“Yeah? Then why do you look like the real tomato, huh?”

Chris's lips pressed into a thin line, his fingers coming up to touch his forehead. It had begun to itch, and he smiled crookedly. “Is it that bad?”

Y/N giggled. “Nothing a bit of aloe can't fix.”

Eyes twinkling, Chris tugged at her again until she was laying flat atop him. Y/N pressed another kiss to Chris's mouth; he hummed in contentment, and suddenly she was on her back, Chris rolling them until he was on top. Her arms looped around his neck as his kisses deepened, his smile still lingering, and his hand started to smooth up the curve of Y/N's thigh, slipping under the floaty fabric of her dress. His touch was burning and Y/N shivered, clinging to him closer, until his kisses started to travel to the underside of her jaw, and down the flushed skin of her neck.

“Chris,” Y/N breathed, eyes fluttering shut despite their spot amongst the tall grass. “Chris … I love you but I do not want to have sex here in the grass. The mozzies are already attacking me, I can feel it.”

Bursting into laughter, Chris planted one more kiss to her lips before reluctantly pulling away. “I'm gonna have to fight those mozzies … you're mine. No one gets to bite my girl except me.”

Y/N giggled as she was swept into her husband's arms once again, her legs draped over one side this time, his basket hanging from his other hand as he curled his arms around her back. He nuzzled his nose against hers before moving away from their fruit and veg patches, their laughter constant as they made their way back into the house.

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encoredesires · 17 hours ago

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Hihi, is it possible to ask for a oneshot extension of that one text fic of poly!ot8 with fox!reader??

The one from your 1.5k event, i get if you wouldn’t though!

oneshot | mine, mine, mine

pairing: sub!Jilix x f!reader | part 1

genre: smut

warnings: technically!poly!OT8 (but only felix and jisung are getting it), fox hybrid!reader, smut, possessive behavior, overstimulation, oral (m!receiving), riding, mating kink, praise, light begging, creampie

word count: 960

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

Felix is already whining the second you shift under the blankets.

“Where are you going?” he mumbles, voice gravelly with sleep. His tail wraps around your thigh, and you feel the gentle thump of it swishing against the sheets.

“She’s not going anywhere,” Jisung mumbles from your other side, arms clumsily tightening around your waist. His nose nuzzles your shoulder as his voice melts into a tiny, sleepy whimper. “She wouldn’t leave her babies.”

Your ears twitch at the sound of it, her babies. And your tail flicks behind you, just once, before curling softly across Jisung’s hip.

“‘Course I wouldn’t.” You hum, voice smooth, drowsy. You roll onto your side to face them, and both of them shift in immediately, Felix tucking into your chest, Jisung sliding a thigh between yours, practically purring when he settles.

They’re warm and pliant and so very clingy. Maybe it’s the heat still simmering in their marks, purple and pink, healing over on their necks, glowing faintly under your scent. You’d claimed them both last night, fully, thoroughly. Teeth sunk in, fingers gripping hard, both of them moaning through it with the filthiest sobs you’ve ever heard.

Despite all the boys going on about their day after last night, these two were quick to come back to bed. The memories of the previous night keep them so needy. Now they won’t let go of you. Not that you mind.

“Mmm, sunshine,” you murmur, brushing Felix’s hair back from his eyes, “you’re burning up.”

He lets out a soft sigh and nudges closer. “Feel floaty…”

Jisung nods, eyes fluttering open sleepily. “Like we’re still in heat. It’s ‘cause of you.”

You grin, teeth flashing just a little too sharp. “Because I fucked you so good?”

They both squirm.

“…yes,” Felix whispers.

You kiss his forehead, then tilt your head to nose at Jisung’s temple. “You poor things. All needy again already?”

Jisung’s ears flatten shyly. He nods.

You hum thoughtfully and lean back against the pillows. “Guess I better take care of my good boys.”

Their ears perk immediately, Felix practically lights up.

“Lay back,” you instruct gently, patting Felix’s chest. “Let me see my sunshine.”

He obeys like it’s instinct, rolling onto his back, legs slightly parted, the most pathetic little whine leaving his throat as your tail brushes between them. His cock’s already hard, twitching against his stomach.

“Look at you,” you purr, crawling between his thighs, “not even five minutes and you’re already begging.”

Felix blushes deep, lips parted, hands gripping the sheets. “Not begging-”

“You will be.”

You drag your tongue up the underside of his cock, slow and warm, and Felix whimpers so sweetly that Jisung’s hips rock against your thigh. You don’t even have to look at him to know he’s hard too, pressing up against you for attention.

You don’t ignore him, of course. One hand strokes Felix, lazy and teasing, while the other reaches back to grip Jisung’s hip and keep him pressed against you.

“Patience, Hannie,” you coo. “You’ll get your turn.”

Jisung lets out a breathy moan and hides his face in your shoulder. “You’re mean.”

You grin. “You like it.”

Felix arches under your mouth, hands flying to your hair, and you hum low in your throat as you take him in fully, nose brushing his pelvis. His hips jerk, helplessly. You hold him down.

“Good boy,” you whisper against his skin. “You always taste so sweet.”

Felix moans, breath catching. “You’re gonna- m-make me-”

You pull off just enough to tease him. “Already?”

He nods frantically, eyes glossy.

You let him. You make him, really, tight suction, strokes that don’t pause for a second, until he gasps out your name and spills with a choked cry, back arching completely off the bed. You stroke him through it gently, cooing praise as he shudders in your grasp.

And then you let Jisung roll you onto your back. “My turn,” he whispers, face flushed, eyes glazed over like he’s high on your scent. “Need you so bad, noona…”

You let your thighs fall open.

He doesn’t waste time, slides between them, grinding against you like a desperate pup, cock hot and wet and rutting where he knows you want him. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in.

“Beg.”

Jisung whines against your mouth. “Please. Please let me make you feel good, wanna be inside, wanna feel you, mommy…”

You moan low and grip his ass, guiding him in with one smooth thrust.

“Fuck Hannie- yes,” you pant, nails sinking into his hips. “Such a good boy for me.”

He whimpers into your neck, already trembling, moving with fast, messy thrusts. He’s so loud, soft whines and stuttered gasps, his voice a constant stream of praise and need:

“You’re so warm- feels so good- don’t wanna stop-”

You wrap your arms around him and fuck up into him hard enough to make him sob.

You’re close, and so is he, so you tilt your hips just right and grind until he’s gasping your name into your ear and spilling inside you, thick and hot, filling you up just the way he knows you like.

You clench around him and finish with a soft, breathless moan, your tail curling over his spine protectively.

You hold him like that for a long time.

Felix eventually crawls back over, still a little dazed, and nuzzles into your chest while Jisung lies boneless between your thighs, cock still twitching inside you.

You hum, running your claws gently down their backs.

“You two are so cute when you’re fucked out.”

They groan in perfect sync. And then Felix mutters into your chest:

“…Wanna go again later.”

You laugh, low and sharp.

“Of course you do, sunshine.”

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encoredesires · 19 hours ago

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Seriously need more ships on here

Just This Once

Hyunjin x Jisung (boyxboy)

Tags: Boy x boy smut, Accidental consumption of an aphrodisiac, straight idols, Mutual masturbation → accidental penetration, Heavy sexual tension, Desperate pleasure, confusion, emotional intensity, Aftercare, intimacy, first-time experimentation

Word Count: 5.9k

Summary: When Changbin leaves for the gym, Jisung ends up crashing at Hyunjin’s dorm for the night. It starts off like any other hangout — until they both decide to try something they shouldn’t have touched. An accidental high. A fog of heat. And two supposedly straight boys who definitely weren’t supposed to end up like this. This wasn’t planned. They weren’t thinking. But now? They can’t stop.

This work contains mature boyxboy themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

⚠️: PAUSE!! Before you read, this is a boy x boy fic. If you’re not a shipper then please skip this, there are alot of straight y/n fics on my MASTERLIST. This fic is canon compliant and contains bxb smut. Be warned pookie 🧸

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It started out normal.

The kind of lazy, unbothered evening that didn’t mean anything.

Jisung had just dropped by Hyunjin’s dorm to wait on Changbin, who’d texted earlier saying he wanted to chill after his workout. When Jisung got there, shoes kicked off and hoodie half-zipped, Changbin was lacing up his sneakers and grumbling about how Chan had dragged him into a late-night gym run.

“Just wait here,” Changbin called over his shoulder, grabbing a shaker bottle off the counter. “Hyunjin’s home. He’s probably curled up in his cave of blankets again. Try not to eat all my snacks.”

“Make no promises,” Jisung said, already halfway into the kitchen.

He heard the door slam behind Changbin a second later.

Hyunjin was, in fact, cocooned on the couch. Barefoot, sleeves pushed up, hair tied loosely at the nape. He didn’t even look up from his phone as Jisung entered.

“You bring food?” he asked.

“Do I look like UberEats?”

“You look like someone who steals bites and pretends you didn’t.”

Jisung dropped onto the couch with a grunt, legs spread wide. “Not wrong.”

For a while, they just sat there. Background music humming from a speaker. A muted anime rerun playing on the TV.

⸻

Maybe twenty minutes passed before Jisung got restless. He started poking around the pantry, cracking jokes about how Changbin was a hoarder with the taste of a nine-year-old. Hyunjin followed him in with a lazy smile and a water bottle tucked under his arm.

“What’s this?” Jisung asked, pulling out a tiny, black tin with fancy lettering on it. The writing wasn’t in Korean—or English, for that matter. It looked imported. European. Shiny.

Hyunjin shrugged. “Probably protein candy or something. You know what he’s like. Eats weird shit and then complains when his stomach hurts.”

“I’m taking one,” Jisung said immediately, already peeling it open. The candies were small. Soft-looking. Smelled kind of sweet, a little bitter.

“Changbin’s gonna kill you.”

“He can try.” Jisung grinned. “Want one?”

Hyunjin leaned in, suspicious. “What is it?”

“Dunno. Chocolate? A vitamin? Could be steroids, who knows.”

Hyunjin grabbed one anyway and popped it into his mouth. “Cheers to experimental poisoning.”

Jisung laughed and ate his.

They went back to the couch, played a stupid video on the TV, passed Hyunjin’s vape back and forth a few times. Everything was warm. Familiar.

For a while.

Until—

Jisung shifted. Frowned. Rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.

Hyunjin rolled his head toward him. “You good?”

“I’m—yeah. Just—warm?” He cleared his throat. “Are you warm?”

Hyunjin blinked. Sat up a little straighter. His skin was flushed, his chest rising oddly fast under the baggy black tee.

“…Yeah,” he said slowly. “Actually, yeah. Weird.”

Jisung’s fingers dug into his thighs. “Fuck, it’s like—tingly? Is that a thing?”

They looked at each other. Really looked.

And then, in unison:

“What the fuck did we eat?”

Jisung sat forward, elbows on his knees, breathing a little too hard. His hands felt clammy, but his skin was burning. And he couldn’t stop shifting in his seat, like his body couldn’t settle.

Hyunjin was still beside him, leaning back now, eyes narrowed slightly. There was a sheen to his skin. His collarbone glinted with sweat under the low dorm light.

“Seriously what did we eat?” Jisung asked, already reaching for his phone.

Hyunjin didn’t answer. He looked… glazed. Distracted. His jaw worked like he was grinding his teeth, trying to keep something in. His fingers were clenched in the blanket he’d had draped over his lap.

Jisung swallowed and opened Google. He typed the brand name from the tin. Misspelled it. Tried again.

“Imported Belgian herbal chocolates. Natural stimulant. Increases blood flow, focus, and… arousal.”

He blinked. Froze.

Then—

“No,” he muttered. “No way.”

Hyunjin turned his head slowly. “What?”

“Hyung…” Jisung turned the phone to him. “It’s a fucking aphrodisiac.”

There was a beat of stillness.

Then Hyunjin burst out laughing—a sharp, disbelieving sound. He dropped his head into his hands. “You’re joking.”

“I wish I was!” Jisung hissed. “Why does Changbin have this?!”

Hyunjin’s shoulders were shaking. “I told you he eats weird shit.”

“This isn’t even weird, this is criminal!”

“Are we seriously—” He cut himself off, eyes flicking down for a second. Then quickly away. His laughter died.

“…What?” Jisung asked.

Hyunjin didn’t say anything. Just rubbed the back of his neck, tugging his hoodie down. His breathing was fast. Uneven.

And then Jisung noticed it.

The bulge in Hyunjin’s sweatpants.

His throat dried instantly.

“Wait.” Jisung leaned forward, voice low. “Are you—are you hard?”

Hyunjin whipped his head toward him, face flushed deep red. “Don’t.”

“No, it’s just—” Jisung looked down at himself. Swore. “Oh, fuck. Me too.”

Another silence.

Another beat.

This one longer.

And thicker.

“You know,” Hyunjin muttered, his voice strained, “we could just… like. Go to opposite ends of the dorm and… jerk off or something. Just ride it out.”

Jisung didn’t respond right away.

Because the heat was crawling now. Down his spine. Between his legs. In his stomach.

Everything was too much. The air, the light, the way Hyunjin’s throat bobbed when he swallowed. He was hyperaware of every shift beside him, every little breath Hyunjin took. And worst of all?

He didn’t even feel repulsed.

Not even a little.

He was—

No.

He shouldn’t be.

“That’s gay… I’m not gay,” he said suddenly, too fast.

Hyunjin looked at him. Blank. His lips were slightly parted.

“I know,” he said. “Me neither.”

But neither of them moved.

And Jisung’s pants felt like hell. His skin like it was trying to escape him.

The ache was unbearable now. Throbbing, sharp, constant.

The room felt smaller.

Jisung wasn’t sure if it was the chocolate, or the heat crawling up his back, or the way Hyunjin’s thigh kept twitching slightly—like even his muscles were tense with something he wasn’t naming.

He sat with his legs spread wide on the couch, hunched forward, palms braced on his knees. His dick was hard. Painfully hard. He couldn’t stop shifting, couldn’t stop glancing at the floor, the wall, anywhere that wasn’t Hyunjin.

He was not about to look at him again.

He already made that mistake once.

Just a glance. Just a stupid flick of the eyes—and boom. Every molecule in his body decided to betray him all at once.

The flush on Hyunjin’s neck. His parted lips. His long fingers tapping silently against his thigh.

Jisung’s stomach clenched just thinking about it.

“You’re breathing loud,” Hyunjin muttered suddenly.

Jisung whipped his head around. “Me?”

Hyunjin looked sideways at him, eyes heavy-lidded and accusing. “You sound like you just ran a 10K.”

“I’m literally just sitting here.”

“You sound like you’re dying.”

“Well, maybe I am.” Jisung flopped his head back against the couch. “Maybe this is what death feels like—being hard for no reason, sweating through your shirt, and not allowed to jerk off because your hot friend is sitting two inches away.”

Hyunjin snorted. “You think I’m hot?”

Jisung looked at him slowly. “That is not the takeaway here.”

“You said it.”

“I’m delusional. I’m dying. I’m allowed.”

Hyunjin leaned forward suddenly, elbows on his thighs. His hair fell over his face, and Jisung could feel the heat coming off him from across the cushion.

“I’m not touching you,” he said, very quietly. “Just so we’re clear.”

“Cool. Great. Me neither.”

“Good.”

“Awesome.”

A pause.

Then—

“Why’d you say that like you think I want to?”

“I don’t know,” Hyunjin said, eyes still on the floor. “You were getting real emotional about my hotness a second ago.”

“Oh my God. I said you were hot one time under duress—”

“Mmhm.”

“—and you’ve been riding it like a compliment since. Let it go.”

Hyunjin cracked the tiniest smile. But he wasn’t looking at him either. Like both of them knew if their eyes met for more than three seconds, something would give.

The air between them was practically humming now. The only sound was the dull hum of the A/C and the faint rustle of clothing when either of them dared to move. Jisung swore he could hear Hyunjin swallow.

His own chest ached with the pressure. Not just lust—resistance. His whole body was fighting itself. Mind versus skin. Willpower versus need.

He adjusted his legs again. Didn’t help.

Did. not. help.

He closed his eyes.

Breathed in deep.

Bad idea.

Hyunjin smelled like whatever shampoo he used. And body lotion. And sweat.

Fucking hell.

“I’m going to go in the bathroom,” Jisung announced suddenly, jumping to his feet.

Hyunjin looked up sharply. “To do what?”

“To—I don’t know! Think. Pray. Have a conversation with God.”

“You’re gonna go jerk off.”

“I wasn’t, but thank you for the suggestion.”

Hyunjin didn’t say anything.

But his eyes dropped.

Just for a second.

Right to the tent in Jisung’s sweatpants.

Jisung froze. “Hyung.”

“I didn’t mean to—” Hyunjin sat back, flushed again. “You’re just—right in front of me. Like, you’re standing. What do you want me to do? Look at the ceiling?”

“YES?”

“You’re making it weird.”

“I’m making it weird?! You’re over here glancing at my dick like it owes you money!”

“I wasn’t looking at your dick!”

“You absolutely were—”

“Okay, maybe I was, but it’s your fault!”

“My—how?!”

“You’re the one here, looking all flushed and desperate and pouting like I’m the one who got you hard.”

Jisung stared at him.

Hyunjin stared back.

Both breathing too fast.

Jisung broke first. “I hate you right now.”

Hyunjin looked down.

His fingers twitched.

“Not more than I hate myself,” he said quietly.

Jisung didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe. Didn’t blink.

He wasn’t sure if he could.

The silence that followed Hyunjin’s words wasn’t just awkward—it was electric. Thick with heat. Like the air itself was holding its breath, waiting.

“Not more than I hate myself,” Hyunjin had said.

And maybe it was a joke. Maybe it wasn’t. But something in the way he said it—quiet, restrained, almost like he meant to say please help me but said hate instead—lodged under Jisung’s skin and stayed there, pulsing.

“You’re making it weird.”

God. It was already so weird.

They were so fucking far past weird it didn’t even matter anymore. Nothing mattered except the pounding in Jisung’s head, the tension in his stomach, and the way Hyunjin wouldn’t look up at him now, like he was scared of what would happen if their eyes met again.

Jisung sat back down slowly, but he didn’t leave any space this time. His knee bumped Hyunjin’s.

Neither of them moved.

“Hyung,” he said. Soft. Like a warning. Or a question.

Hyunjin still didn’t look at him. Just kept his hands clenched in his lap, long fingers twisting in his hoodie.

“We should stop talking,” he said.

Jisung blinked. “Why?”

“Because everything that comes out of my mouth makes this worse.”

“I feel like not talking is worse.”

“Okay,” Hyunjin snapped, finally turning to him. His voice wasn’t angry—it was desperate. Frayed. “So what do you want me to say? That I’m hard as fuck and I don’t know why? That I can’t stop thinking about your fucking mouth and it’s driving me insane? That I don’t even like guys and I’ve never done anything with a guy and I don’t even know if I want to, but right now I literally don’t care?”

Jisung just stared at him. Mouth slightly open. His heart pounding.

Hyunjin let out a shaky breath. Looked away.

“Forget it,” he mumbled.

But Jisung couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

“Hyung,” he said again, quieter this time. “Look at me.”

Hyunjin didn’t move.

“Just for a second.”

When he finally turned, something cracked in Jisung’s chest. Hyunjin’s face was flushed, his lashes low, lips red from chewing them raw. He looked wrecked. Beautiful. Terrified.

Jisung felt his own voice catch.

“I don’t know what’s happening either,” he said. “I don’t think I want to. But it’s not stopping.”

They stared at each other.

It was Hyunjin who broke the distance first. Not by much. Just a shift. A lean. Barely anything.

But it was enough.

Jisung’s breath caught.

Their thighs were fully pressed together now.

Still, no one moved.

Still, no one touched.

Jisung’s brain was screaming. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.

His body whispered, Please. Just once. Just feel it.

“I feel like I’m going to lose my mind,” Hyunjin said, his voice trembling.

“Yeah,” Jisung breathed. “Me too.”

Hyunjin laughed, but it wasn’t funny. It was hollow and sharp, like the kind of laugh you let out when you’re standing too close to the edge.

Then—

“Just this once.” The words barely made it past his lips.

Jisung blinked. “What?”

Hyunjin swallowed. “If we do anything. If we—if something happens. It’s just this once. Right?”

Jisung’s chest caved in.

He nodded. Slowly. “Yeah. Just once.”

And then—quiet. Stillness. That stifling kind of silence where every breath feels loud. Everything tingling. Skin too sensitive. Minds too loud.

“Hyunjin,” Jisung said after a beat, voice lower, rougher. “What if—”

Hyunjin cut him off. “Wait. If Changbin comes back and sees us like this—”

“Oh my god,” Jisung groaned, already on his feet. “No, no, no, no. Absolutely not. I’m not letting Changbin walk in and see us with raging boners on the couch.”

Hyunjin shot up too. “My room.”

Jisung blinked. “What?”

“My room,” he repeated, already heading down the hall. “He’ll think you left if you’re not on the couch. He won’t check.”

“That is so fucked,” Jisung said, following him anyway. “This is actually the worst plan in history.”

“Name a better one.”

“…Fair.”

—

Hyunjin’s room was cooler. Dim. A little messy.

He didn’t turn the lights on. Just the glow from the streetlight outside filtered through the blinds, faint stripes casting across the bed, the walls, the two boys who didn’t quite know where to look anymore.

They stood there awkwardly for a moment, both of them hard, both of them wired like live circuits and trying so hard to pretend it wasn’t happening.

Then Hyunjin cleared his throat.

“So… we just—get it out of our system, right?”

Jisung snorted. “You make it sound like we’re downloading an update.”

Hyunjin shrugged. “A release, then. Simple. Nothing weird.”

“Nothing weird,” Jisung repeated. Then under his breath: “Aside from literally everything.”

Still, they didn’t move.

Then Hyunjin sat on the edge of his bed and muttered, “I’m gonna die if I don’t do something.”

He unzipped his pants.

Jisung froze.

“Hyung—”

“What?” Hyunjin shot him a look. “You said you weren’t going to survive either.”

“…I did say that.”

“So?” Hyunjin raised a brow. “Just don’t look at me. Go over there or something.”

But Jisung didn’t go anywhere. He just stood there, heart racing, until his body screamed louder than his brain.

With a muttered curse, he followed Hyunjin’s lead and shoved his sweats down just enough to wrap a hand around himself.

The room fell completely silent—except for the occasional shallow breath, a shaky exhale, the unmistakable rhythm of desperation.

They weren’t facing each other.

They weren’t even on the same side of the bed.

But the air between them? On fire.

Then Hyunjin let out a soft groan—barely more than a sound under his breath, but it hit Jisung like a punch.

He glanced over.

Big mistake.

Hyunjin was flushed. His head tipped back, lips parted, hair falling into his eyes. He looked… fucked out. Already.

And they hadn’t even touched.

Jisung looked away fast. Too fast.

“Don’t look at me,” Hyunjin muttered, eyes still closed.

“You’re literally moaning next to me, what the fuck do you expect me to do?”

“You’re moaning too.”

“I’m not—!” Jisung choked on his words as another pulse of pleasure shot through him. “Okay maybe a little. But that’s your fault.”

“My fault?”

“Yes, your face is, like—doing things.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means shut up and stop breathing like that, holy shit.”

Hyunjin laughed, breathless, broken. “You sound worse.”

Jisung groaned again—more frustration than pleasure this time. “This is not helping.”

Then—

His hand slowed. Stopped.

It wasn’t enough.

None of this was enough.

He was still throbbing. Still twitching in his own grip. It was like no matter what he did, his body refused to calm down.

“I don’t think this is working,” Jisung whispered.

Hyunjin opened his eyes, sluggish. “I know.”

They looked at each other.

And that look?

That look snapped something.

Like they both realized, in the same second, how fucking stupid this was. How far past “normal” they already were.

And how much they didn’t care anymore.

“What if—” Hyunjin started, then stopped.

“What if we try… like, touching each other?” Jisung offered, too fast, too casual.

Then immediately flinched. “Wait—no, not like— I mean just, help each other. Like mutual. Not gay. Just practical.”

Hyunjin stared at him for a long moment.

Then—

“Just this once.”

Jisung nodded. “Just once.”

Hyunjin leaned forward. His hand reached out.

Jisung’s breath caught as Hyunjin’s fingers brushed over his wrist—slow, tentative, trembling.

Then lower.

Then—

Hyunjin’s fingers ghosted down, unsure. Like he was reaching through fog.

Jisung didn’t stop him.

Didn’t breathe, even.

Their thighs weren’t touching. But the bed dipped between them. The space—that tiny space—felt like a cliff edge.

Hyunjin’s hand wrapped around Jisung’s cock.

Both of them froze.

It was quiet. Dead quiet. Like the universe had paused to watch.

“…Is this weird?” Hyunjin murmured, almost to himself.

Jisung blinked down at the hand on him. The pale fingers, the slow movement, the pulse hammering behind his ears.

“I mean, yeah,” he croaked. “But I don’t care anymore.”

Hyunjin exhaled a shaky breath. “Me neither.”

His grip adjusted, a little firmer now. Confident, careful. Not tender—this wasn’t that—but curious, like he was figuring it out as he went.

Jisung’s head dropped back with a hitched sound he didn’t even mean to let out.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Okay. Okay, that’s—”

“Good?” Hyunjin asked, tone tight, eyes focused like he was studying the reactions.

“Yeah,” Jisung muttered, breathless. “Yeah, don’t stop.”

His own hand hovered awkwardly in the space between them.

Then slowly, cautiously, he reached out and mirrored the gesture.

Hyunjin jolted slightly under the touch, hips twitching before he settled into it. His lips parted, a tiny gasp escaping.

They sat like that, hands on each other’s cocks, moving in uneven rhythm. Both flushed, both sweating slightly, both fighting for composure they absolutely did not have anymore.

“God,” Hyunjin mumbled. “This is—so fucked.”

“I know,” Jisung rasped. “It shouldn’t feel this good.”

“But it does.”

Jisung’s fingers tightened just a little, and Hyunjin shuddered.

“Hyung,” Jisung muttered. “This isn’t gonna work.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m gonna cum and still be fucking hard, and I— I can’t go back to pretending we didn’t do anything.”

Hyunjin turned to look at him, expression dazed but serious. “So then what?”

“I don’t know,” Jisung whispered. “We figure it out.”

There was a pause. Their hands didn’t stop.

Then Jisung added, voice even lower, ruined—

“…But I want more.”

Hyunjin’s whole body went still. His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing slightly. Not in anger—but resolution.

Then:

“Lie back.”

“What?”

“Just—shut up. Lie back.”

Jisung hesitated only a moment before he obeyed, letting his head fall to Hyunjin’s pillow, thighs slightly parted, the streetlight throwing golden slashes across his bare stomach and flushed chest.

Hyunjin looked down at him, chest rising and falling fast.

“Just this once,” he said again, like a mantra. Like a warning.

Jisung nodded.

“Yeah. Just once.”

And then Hyunjin moved.

Not to kiss him.

Not to hold him.

Just—down. Between Jisung’s legs.

Because if they were going to spiral, they were going to fucking spiral.

And it started with his mouth hovering over the tip of Jisung’s cock.

And the words, quiet and cracked:

“Still not gay.”

Then he wrapped his lips around him.

Jisung’s breathing was ragged the second Hyunjin’s mouth closed around him.

Warm.

Wet.

And too good—dangerously good.

“F-Fuck—” he gasped, hips jerking before he could stop them. “Hyung—what are you—”

Hyunjin didn’t answer. He didn’t look at him. Just kept his head down, hair spilling over flushed cheeks, lips slick as they dragged over Jisung’s cock.

It was messy. Inexperienced. But eager—so goddamn eager.

And Jisung couldn’t take it.

His hands curled in the sheets like he needed to ground himself, legs trembling as he tried to fight the rising wave. “Hyung, seriously, I—” He bit down on his knuckle. “This is so fucking wrong—”

Hyunjin glanced up at that, finally meeting his eyes.

He didn’t stop sucking.

If anything, his pace increased.

And Jisung broke.

“Hyung—shit, I’m—I’m gonna—!”

Hyunjin pulled off just in time, with a slick gasp and lips red from the drag of skin, just as Jisung came—hard.

The first rope of it hit Hyunjin’s shirt. The second, lower.

It was obscene.

There was a beat of silence. Just panting. Just the sound of them coming down—except… not really.

Because Jisung was still hard.

And Hyunjin—he looked wrecked. His chest was heaving, jaw clenched, hand palming his own cock like it hurt to be untouched.

“Why…” Jisung panted, dazed, “Why did you do that?”

Hyunjin looked at him. His voice was tight. Barely held together.

“You looked like you needed it.”

Jisung swallowed. “So do you.”

A beat. He sat up, shaky, reaching for Hyunjin. “Let me at least—”

But Hyunjin caught his wrist.

“Don’t,” he rasped. “Blowjobs don’t really do it for me.”

Jisung blinked. “What?”

“They never have. Don’t know why. Just doesn’t… get me there.”

There was a pause, thick with tension. Jisung’s shirt was sticking to him, soaked at the hem, and he peeled it off with a wince, letting it fall to the floor. His skin still hummed from the orgasm, but his cock remained stiff—throbbing and angry, like nothing had even happened.

Hyunjin stood, walking to his desk drawer without another word.

“What are you doing?” Jisung asked.

Hyunjin turned around with a bottle of lube in his hand.

“…Trying something else.”

Before Jisung could process it, Hyunjin was back between his knees, slicking up his own cock with slow, deliberate pumps. It glistened in the dim room, flushed deep red at the tip.

Then—without asking—he reached for Jisung’s cock and slicked him up, too.

Jisung shuddered at the contact.

“I—fuck—hyung—”

Hyunjin didn’t say anything. He just took both of them in one hand—hot, slick, flushed cocks pressed together—and started moving.

Slow at first. Testing.

And then deeper. Harder.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin gasped, head dropping. “God. This.”

Jisung watched him—watched the way his throat bobbed with every breath, the way his hips thrust into the grip of their joined cocks like he was losing his mind.

“Shit, shit, shit—” Jisung whimpered, thighs tensing. “Why does this feel—this good? It’s just—fuck—”

Their cocks rubbed together in his hand, slippery and obscene, the pressure unbearable. Jisung couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

Hyunjin looked ruined. His jaw was clenched so hard it trembled, sweat glistening down his chest, muscles tight as his hips fucked into the rhythm like he was chasing something he shouldn’t want.

“This isn’t right ” he gasped, nearly choking on the words.

“I know,” Jisung breathed.

They didn’t stop.

The bed creaked.

Their thighs were slick with lube and sweat and need.

Hyunjin’s voice cracked when he moaned again—loud, helpless. “Just—just need to come. Just need to fucking—”

And then he was rutting in earnest, hand tightening, rhythm breaking down into desperate, stuttering jerks. His cock was twitching against Jisung’s, tip dragging along the sensitive underside every time he thrust forward.

“God—oh my—fuck—!”

Jisung didn’t know whose moan that was.

He didn’t care.

Hyunjin’s hand was slick, and so was everything else. His grip was tight around both their cocks, dragging them together in rhythmless thrusts—wet, hot, desperate.

Jisung was falling apart beneath him, panting like he couldn’t catch his breath, legs spread wide on instinct, like his body had given up fighting whatever this was a long time ago.

And then—without warning, in one hard thrust forward—Hyunjin’s cock slipped.

The lube had dribbled down.

The angle was perfect.

The head of Hyunjin’s cock ground directly into Jisung’s hole.

Not inside.

Just against it.

But it was enough.

“Fuck—!”

Jisung’s whole body arched, a startled gasp ripping from his throat as his head tipped back.

Hyunjin froze.

Wide eyes. Breath caught. His cock twitched violently in his fist.

“Did I—shit—did I hurt you?”

Jisung’s lashes fluttered open, and he looked up at him—face flushed, lips bitten, chest rising in jagged heaves.

“…Do it again.”

Hyunjin blinked.

“What?”

Jisung swallowed thickly. “Just… do it again. Like that.”

Hyunjin’s pulse thundered in his ears.

“You liked that?” he whispered. “Fucking hell—Jisung.”

“I—I rim myself sometimes,” Jisung admitted, half-wrecked, eyes refusing to meet his. “When I’m alone. I’ve never—never done anything with anyone else. But… it felt good.”

Hyunjin let out a sound that wasn’t quite a moan.

His cock jerked in his grip.

“Jesus Christ—”

He wasn’t even pretending to be in control anymore.

He slicked his hand with more lube, let it run between Jisung’s cheeks. His fingers dragged through the mess, grazing over that tight hole—so pink, so slippery, twitching under the attention like it wanted him.

Hyunjin groaned.

He dragged his cock down—slippery and flushed—until the head was pressing right there again.

Jisung let out a helpless moan.

“Hyung…”

“Fuck, don’t say it like that.”

“I just—” Jisung licked his lips, eyes dazed. “I need to get you off too.”

Hyunjin stared at him.

Something in him snapped.

He reached for the lube again, pouring a thick, obscene line straight down the curve of Jisung’s ass, watching it pool between his cheeks.

Jisung shivered.

“I’m going slow,” Hyunjin warned, voice rough with something wild. “You tell me to stop, I stop. Got it?”

Jisung nodded, eyes glassy.

Hyunjin slicked himself up one more time—soaked to the base now—and lined himself up again. The head of his cock found the tight ring of muscle, already glistening.

“Fuck, you’re warm already,” he groaned. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Jisung let out a whimper, thighs falling further apart, offering himself without even realizing it.

That was it.

Hyunjin braced himself with one hand on Jisung’s thigh, the other still wrapped loosely around both their cocks—and pushed.

Slow.

Thick.

The head popped in, and Jisung gasped.

“Oh my god—oh my god—”

“Shh,” Hyunjin rasped, clenching his jaw as he paused, trembling. “I’m not moving—fuck, you’re tight—”

Jisung clawed at the sheets.

His whole body was trembling, lips parted, chest heaving. But his face—his face was the worst part. Fucked-out and needy, blinking up at Hyunjin like he didn’t know who he was anymore.

“Keep going,” he whispered.

Hyunjin lost his mind.

Jisung’s moans were getting high—too high. His back arched with every inch Hyunjin sank in, fingers twisted tight in the sheets like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to run or beg for more.

And Hyunjin—fuck—Hyunjin was panting like he’d run a marathon, lips parted, soaked cock slowly sinking into that impossibly tight heat.

It was too much.

Too good.

Too wrong.

Jisung’s body clung to him, every tremor making his muscles pulse around Hyunjin’s cock, and Hyunjin couldn’t stop the curse that ripped out of him.

“Shit—fuck, Jisung—how the fuck are you this tight—”

Jisung whimpered, hips twitching.

“I—fuck—I think you’re all the way in—”

Hyunjin froze.

Chest-to-chest now. Skin on skin.

The heat was unbearable.

He was deep—balls pressed against the curve of Jisung’s ass, both of them shaking from the sheer tension of staying still.

And then—

Then he saw it.

A tear.

Just one.

Sliding down the edge of Jisung’s cheek.

Hyunjin didn’t think.

Didn’t even hesitate.

He dove down and kissed him.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle.

It was messy—needy—a heady clash of lips, teeth, breath. Jisung gasped into it, and Hyunjin swallowed it whole. The taste of him. The sound. The whimper that escaped when Hyunjin rocked his hips just enough to feel him shudder underneath.

Their tongues met. Jisung groaned.

And then—then he wrapped his legs around Hyunjin’s waist.

And Hyunjin lost it.

“Fuck—fuck—” he choked, and his hips jerked forward, sliding in deeper than either of them were ready for.

Jisung cried out, legs tightening around him, pulling him in, rocking up to meet every desperate thrust.

“Oh my—Hyunjin—hyung—”

“Don’t,” Hyunjin growled, but he kissed him again—harder this time, bruising, desperate—as he picked up the pace.

Slap-slick sounds filled the room, skin against skin, every stroke of Hyunjin’s cock punching breathless sounds from Jisung’s throat. His fingers clawed down Hyunjin’s back, mouth falling open against his.

Hyunjin was losing it.

Utterly wrecked.

“Fucking—shit, you feel too good—how does this feel this good—why the fuck does this feel this good—”

Jisung was babbling now, too far gone to be coherent.

“I don’t—I don’t know—I can’t think—I can’t— fuck, you’re hitting something, hyung—”

Hyunjin growled and shifted his angle—deeper, rougher—watching Jisung’s eyes roll back when he did.

“There?” he whispered, almost cruel with the knowledge.

Jisung nodded frantically, face pink and soaked with sweat. “There—”

So Hyunjin slammed into it.

Over and over.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The wet drag of his cock. The desperate little hiccup-gasps Jisung made every time his prostate got abused.

The sheets were a mess.

The air was hot with sweat and the scent of sex.

They weren’t even trying to hide it anymore.

And still—still—Hyunjin couldn’t stop.

He couldn’t stop watching Jisung’s face.

Couldn’t stop kissing him.

Couldn’t stop fucking him.

Because Jisung wasn’t just taking it—he was begging for it.

“Harder—please—I’m so close—don’t stop, don’t stop—fuck, Hyunjin—”

Hyunjin groaned and slammed into him again, hand fisting Jisung’s cock, stroking him in time with every thrust.

They were drowning.

And they didn’t even care.

Jisung was gasping like he couldn’t breathe.

“Hyunjin—”

It was a plea. A warning. A prayer.

His back arched like a bowstring, sweat dripping down his temples, lips swollen from too many kisses, and his thighs—those strong thighs—were locked around Hyunjin like a vice.

Hyunjin was losing his mind.

Every thrust was sloppier than the last, their bodies slick and loud, their skin soaked, mouths open and panting as if air alone could cool the fire raging between them.

“I—can’t—fuck, you feel too good—”

Hyunjin’s voice was wrecked, nearly hoarse, and he couldn’t tear his eyes off the way Jisung’s face contorted—caught in that agonizing, beautiful place between too much and not enough.

“Don’t stop—please, don’t stop—Hyunjin, I’m gonna—”

Jisung cried out as Hyunjin’s hand twisted around his cock, wrist flicking just right, perfectly in time with every deep, brutal thrust.

And then—

Then it hit him.

Jisung tensed all over, mouth dropping open in a silent scream as his cock jerked in Hyunjin’s hand and—

“Hyung—I’m—f-fuck, I’m coming—”

He exploded.

Warm, wet ropes of cum painted both their stomachs, and his body shook with it—uncontrollably, violently, like he couldn’t hold it back even if he wanted to.

Hyunjin stilled for one second.

Just one.

Just long enough to watch.

Jisung’s lips parted in a soft, shattered whimper, his lashes fluttering as a tear rolled down his cheek again.

And Hyunjin broke.

“Oh, fuck me—”

He pulled out.

Just barely.

Just enough to jerk himself, his fist flying over his cock as he knelt between Jisung’s limp legs.

A heartbeat later, he was spilling all over Jisung’s stomach and chest, the hot, thick mess joining the first. His moan was guttural—raw—head tipped back, muscles trembling from the force of it.

He collapsed forward before the last pulse even stopped, breath panting against Jisung’s throat, cock twitching against Jisung’s now slicked, ruined stomach.

“Hyunjin—” Jisung mumbled, shifting slightly on the bed. “I’m—drenched.”

Hyunjin blinked like he’d just come back into his body. His chest was still rising and falling, but slower now — steadier. His eyes dropped to Jisung’s stomach, to the mess there. The smeared white streaks across his skin, the shine still clinging to his cock, the ruined waistband of his sweats.

“Right,” Hyunjin muttered, breathless. “Fuck, okay.”

He reached for the towel he’d abandoned at the side of the bed earlier — something he’d only used to wipe his hand — and gently, carefully began to clean Jisung up.

Jisung flinched when the towel touched his lower stomach.

“Sorry,” Hyunjin said softly. “Cold.”

“It’s not that,” Jisung said, voice quieter. “Just—still kind of sensitive.”

Hyunjin paused. His hand stopped moving.

Then, softer than before, “I’ll be careful.”

And he was. Every pass of the towel now felt like the brush of fingers — a kind of reverence Jisung hadn’t expected. Hyunjin was focused, biting his lip a little, cleaning with slow, tender attention that had no place in whatever the hell they’d just done.

“You’re being weird,” Jisung said, but there was no bite to it.

Hyunjin looked up at him with raised brows. “You’ve got come all over your stomach, Han.”

Jisung smirked. “You say that like it’s my fault.”

Hyunjin huffed a soft laugh through his nose. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re the one with a secret stash of fuck-candy in your pantry,” Jisung muttered. “Who even gave Changbin those?”

“I’m not even gonna ask. I’m not sure i want to know .”

“Maybe I want more.”

Hyunjin looked at him for a beat. “You’re not walking for a week if you get more.”

Jisung flushed red, biting his lip as he looked away.

The silence stretched again. But this time, it didn’t feel uncomfortable. It felt heavy. Charged. Like the aftermath of a storm.

When Hyunjin was done, he tossed the towel aside and sat back on his heels beside Jisung, just watching him. Jisung’s face was still flushed, his chest rising and falling slower now. The marks on his neck were obvious in the low light — faint red smudges left behind by Hyunjin’s mouth. The sight made something ache in Hyunjin’s chest.

Jisung noticed the staring first.

“What?”

Hyunjin didn’t answer.

“Hyunjin—” Jisung licked his lips, eyes flickering. “You’re staring.”

Still, nothing.

A quiet breath passed between them.

“…What did we just do?” Jisung asked, voice almost a whisper.

Hyunjin leaned in.

No warning. No words.

He kissed him.

Not playful. Not confused.

Just heat — clean, searing heat.

The kind that made Jisung’s fingers clench in the sheets. The kind that made his stomach turn with something he didn’t want to name.

And still… he didn’t stop it.

In fact, he kissed back.

Hyunjin’s hand moved to Jisung’s cheek, thumb brushing his jaw, holding him still as his mouth deepened the kiss. Jisung let him, hands moving to Hyunjin’s bare waist, sliding against hot skin, grounding himself.

When Hyunjin finally pulled back, both of them breathless again, their foreheads rested against each other’s.

Jisung didn’t say anything.

Neither did Hyunjin.

The tension hadn’t vanished — it had just shifted. Rewired. Solidified.

They had done it.

And now there was no going back.

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Authors note: Hi guys, sooooo what do you think! I know we all go to AO3 for shipping smut but i cannot be bothered to start an account there, all of my work needs to be on one platform. So i didn’t make a taglist for this because i dont want to impose it on anyone but if you liked it and you wanna be added to the boyxboy taglist then let me know! Also… DO YOU WANT A PART TWO?! 🥹

I hope you enjoyed this, you can request your ships in my dm (no anons) and ill write them when I can! ❤️

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Chan is in his cursing era & im here for it🤣🤣🤣

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Stray Kids won an award for 'Favorite Music Group' at the Kids Choice Awards! So proud of them! 🥰💙

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encoredesires · 3 days ago

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Did anybody else read in it Jin’s voice where he was like “Hey stob it” ?😭🤣🤣🤣

Jungkook: You think that’s cringe? Moms around the world wait 9 months just to end up naming their kid Seokjin.

Seokjin: Hey, fuck you!

#bts incorrect quotes

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encoredesires · 4 days ago

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I binge read this until 7 this morning. I could not stop reading it!

Combined Beings (xx)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, someee suggestive content—just a bit, English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭, deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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A/N: thank you for all the love 🥺🤍

before

𓆩⟡𓆪… EPILOGUE

“I love you guys so much, but if you do your business here, I will personally run over you with the car that says, ‘Just got married’. Okay?”

You were staring at the 7 men in front of you, a white dress on while music was blasting in the background. They were all wearing their suits and if you looked closer, there would be little dots of blood adorning their skin.

It was your wedding day and you hadn’t noticed that half of the boys in front of you had left to deal with a situation. That situation being a man trying to kill you, gun pointed your way from not so far but hidden from everyone. Though, he was quickly spotted by your guards and Jae who had noticed the man glistening with sweat. The boys weren’t entirely happy about someone threatening their wife, their beautiful, kind, and pregnant wife.

Now, you wouldn’t be as straight-up as you were right now, but you wanted your wedding to be a celebration of you 8. You didn’t know about the issue and what had happened, all the boys not wanting to stress you out, so they all nodded at your words.

“My love,” Jimin softly spoke as he got closer to you, hand going around your waist while the other held your hand closer to his lips, kissing it, “I’m sorry for dealing with our business on our special day, okay? When we go back home, we’ll give you a back massage and foot rubs and anything you want. That okay?”

You nodded, feet and back aching at the thought of finally being able to sit down. You forgot how many family members all 8 of you had. You didn’t even know half of the cousins on your side, but your dad had stated they moved to another country.

“That’s better than okay,” you breathed out, placing a hand on your belly while your sister waved you over. “I have to go but, please be careful, okay? I love you.”

“We love you.”

They smiled as they watched you head towards your sister, your belly being displayed by the flowy dress Ari, Eunji, and your sister had helped you pick. It was not tight to the point you couldn’t breathe and that what you loved about it. You felt so pretty, so beautiful, and you admired the way you looked pregnant.

“Where’s the guy?” Jungkook asked Jin, who glanced at you one more time and made sure you were distracted enough not to see then two slip away from under your nose.

“He’s in our dressing room,” Jin answered, fixing the buttons of his blazer. He, along with the others, made sure you and the baby were safe. You were their entire world, they couldn’t bear with the idea that someone tried to kill you, and that someone was tied to a chair with guards looking over him. “Jae is looking over him, making sure he won’t make a run for it.”

“Did he really think he was going to be successful in killing her?” Taehyung scoffed, rolling up the sleeves of his black button-up, curtly nodding his head at an aunt of yours who waved at him. “This was basically a suicide mission. Especially when all 7 of us are here.”

“We should be thankful he was spotted before he could actually hurt them,” Namjoon sighed, drinking from his cup. He bowed when he came to find more members of different gangs and mafias heading towards him and the others.

“Congratulations, Namjoon,” Mr. Kim chuckled rather excitedly as he passed a black box to each member. “A watch from my family to yours.”

“Thank you, Mr. Kim,” Hobi smiled at the man, shaking his hand while he opened the box, revealing a silver watch with purple diamonds adorning the bracelet. He also noticed that the man was holding a few other gifts.

Noticing his eyesight, Mr. Kim smiled. “This is for your wife from Iseul, Haneul, and from myself. We heard the good news. Congrats on your little boy!”

All 7 smiled at the congratulatory, still surreal that they were going to be having a son. They felt bad for you, though. You already dealt with all 7 of them and you were going to deal with another boy.

“Here, I’ll lead you to her,” Jungkook told the man, Jimin following behind so he can see your expression at the gifts.

The three of them walked towards you, but Mr. Kim eyed the blood on some of Jungkook’s tattoos.

“I’m guessing there was some trouble?” Mr. Kim questioned, raising an eyebrow at the two. Jungkook looked down at where he looked and huffed, still angry and very, very furious at the man held hostage.

“Someone tried to kill Y/n,” Jimin said, humming when Mr. Kim’s neck snapped towards him at the sudden revelation. “Tried. Could barely take a step towards her before our guards grabbed him.”

“Hey, if you need men to discover who could’ve hired him, I’m your guy,” Mr. Kim nodded his head at them and Jimin, with his hands behind his back as his heeled boots hit the floor, looked down at the man.

“If anything,” he started, smiling once he caught your eye, “do us a favor?” Mr. Kim made a sound of acknowledgment and Jimin’s face turned stoic. “Go interview the guy. We need to be here just in case Y/n is in more danger. Some of us will be there in a bit, but we need to make sure there are no more threats.”

“Got it.”

“One of our guards will take you,” Jimin mumbled before he grinned at your figure standing in front of him. “Hi, baby,” he smiled at your stomach, “and hi baby.”

“And don’t tell her anything,” Jungkook whispered in the man’s ear who nodded at his words.

Jungkook stepped forward once you chuckled at Jimin’s words out of amusement because you had just been in front of him, scolding him and the others. You smiled once Jungkook came to stand by your side, hand wrapping itself around your waist while the other protectively laid on your stomach.

You looked at Mr. Kim and smiled at him, hugging him as best as you could.

“So nice to see you again, Mr. Kim,” you said, stepping away before Jungkook’s arms wrapped themselves back around you.

“Hi, Y/n,” the man smiled warmly at you. His eyes landed on your stomach, just like so many had done. He passed you a couple of bags. “Open them.”

You opened them and you came to find a beautiful necklace. It was so beautiful and you admired the 7 purple diamonds and a lighter purple pendant in the middle of it all.

“It’s so beautiful,” your bottom lip stuck out as you felt tears blurring your vision.

“The new shipment came,” Mr. Kim started, Jimin and Jungkook smiling down at you, “and I knew that the new Diamond needed to be yours so, I had it made, along with the pendant. It’s supposed to be the new addition of your little family. The boys have it in their watches, too.”

“It’s really beautiful, Mr. Kim, thank you so much.”

“Now open the other one. Iseul and Haneul picked them out. They wanted to be here but they are spending their time at the place you told them about. They send their best wishes and thank you’s.”

You smiled at his words and opened the gift, a little dry sob escaping your lips once you came to find a dainty bracelet on the paw of a teddy bear along with baby shoes.

“They’re so small,” you sniffed as tears threatened to escape your eyes. The men watched you with amusement, though, your lovers were even getting emotional at the gifts, dabbing their own eyes to prevent the tears from escaping them. “This is just… I love it so much. Thank you.”

You hugged the man a bit more tighter than before. Mr. Kin chuckled and patted your back, clearly not expecting the reaction you just gave him. But it was the most perfect gift and the gifts just reminded you how your life was turning for the better. It was still surreal when you looked at yourself in the mirror and noticed your stomach changing, knowing that your son would be coming in a couple of months.

Time went by as soon as Mr. Kim disappeared and different type of mafia leaders and members appeared to congratulate the new married couple… aka you and the other 7. You got more baby clothes and more jewelry, and you were crying by the end of the day when you eyed the little pieces of clothing.

“Did you find anything?”

Mr. Kim turned to look at Jimin, Namjoon, and Jin who walked into the dressing room of theirs. He has been wiping his bloody hands away on his handkerchief, eyeing the man still tied on the chair.

“Well, I did find out he works alone,” he answered, placing his hands on hips as the three men stood in front of the bloodied man. “I did a background check and nothing. I don’t know why—”

“You killed my stupid dad,” the tied man spat out, chest heaving up and down from the beatings he had just received.

“Another revenge story?” Jin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Is this why you tried killing our wife?”

“Your stupid wife is everything to you all,” the man scoffed out, not noticing how everyone’s eyes darkened at his words. “Especially now since she’s pregnant with your devil-child.”

“I’m going to kill him,” Namjoon muttered, turning his head away from the man, his heart speeding up, hammering against his chest due to his anger rising up. He turned to look at Jin. “Kill him. He’s not wanted no more.”

Jin nodded and he turned to look at the man. “Our wife is precious to us. If we killed your dad, it mostly was something he had done that made us do so. It wasn’t our fault.”

“Shut up.”

Namjoon, Jimin, and some guards left the room while Mr. Kim stayed behind. He was always the best person to go to-to get rid of bodies and clean the mess up. That’s why Jin didn’t hold back.

Once he was done, he and Mr. Kim headed back to the party. Mr. Kim headed towards the table with his name while Jin headed towards where you sat, your hand in Yoongi’s as his head was tilted, staring at your face with a gummy smile on his lips.

“You’re very pretty, jagi,” Yoongi complimented you, grabbing your hand clasped in his hands and kissing the skin of it. “How are you? He’s not bothering you too much is he?”

“So far, he’s doing very good. He was kicking a bit not so long ago but, I’m guessing it was just hiccups or he was having a bit of fun.”

Yoongi chuckled before he looked up once he saw Jin heading towards you two, giving him a small smile.

He sat down on your side, letting out a long, dramatic sigh, plopping his head on your shoulder while his hand went to search for the other hand.

“You okay?” You asked him, pecking his forehead. He hummed in satisfaction, his hand then moving to your stomach. “He’s not kicking right now.”

Jin hummed again. “S’good, he needs to learn not to kick his mom.”

You chuckled at his words. “Jin, he doesn’t know better. He’s still in me.”

“Jin is a bit slow.”

You gently slapped Yoongi’s thigh, hearing him find his own comment funny, laughter escaping his lips. Jin reached over your shoulder, though, flicking his forehead.

“I’m hungry,” you announced once they were about to start flicking one another. You stood up and walked away, but the two chuckled at seeing your figure waddle instead.

The other 5 joined them and they watched you, waddling and talking and laughing and… you just looked so beautiful and ethereal in that white dress that shaped your belly so perfectly. God, they couldn’t believe they finally married you.

“She’s so cute.”

“She’s walking like a penguin.”

“Oh, no… she saw a puppy… And there are the tears…”

“I’ll go help her.”

#bts x reader #rhonnie recs

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