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CHANSUNG ⋮ dominATE FRANKFURT — 250715 (© nutrainy_23)

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HYUNJIN ⋮ dominATE FRANKFURT — 250715 (© _hynjinnnnie)

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You, my good sir are pure sin

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HAN x GIANT m/v making behind

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okay this is a fire ass edit

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HAN x DIOR SAUVAGE (2025)

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please anybody and everybody who did or even didn’t go to the concert sign this petition for jyp entertainment to stop working with live nation. i was one of the many, many concert goers who got disappointed with the way live nations staff acted and especially the overall tours organization. the entire north american tour has been a total shit show and stay nor stray kids deserve that.

it only takes 10 seconds. thank you so much for your consideration.

love, cookie.

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MINSUNG @ weekly 99 music (250618)

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-fallout-

hyunjin x fem! reader

summary: hyunjin feeling needy after seeing u on stage.

warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected sex.

MDNI!!!

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They barely made it past the door before their lips collided again.

Y/n was already laughing breathlessly, dragging Hyunjin forward by the front of his hoodie, stumbling back into the quiet darkness of his room.

He kicked the door shut, caught her face in his hands, and kissed her like he hadn’t in weeks.

Because he hadn’t.

Because everything up until now had been glances, half-touches, bitten lips in the backseat of vans, and nights falling asleep texting “I miss you”.

Now she was in front of him — glowing from the stage, makeup smudged, hair sticking to her temples — and he couldn’t hold back.

He kissed her again, hungrier this time. She gasped as his hands slid up her waist under her shirt, warm palms on her bare skin.

“You looked so hot tonight,” he whispered against her mouth. “I couldn’t take it.”

She grinned, teasing. “So you liked the outfit?”

“I wanted to pull you off stage and ruin it.”

His hands moved with urgency, stripping the tank top over her head. Her sports bra was soaked from the concert, but Hyunjin didn’t care. He unclasped it carefully, eyes locking with hers.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I want this. I want you.”

He let out a breath like he’d been holding it forever. “You have me.”

His lips pressed to her chest, kissing the top curve of her breast, then lower. His hands gripped her hips as she gasped softly and arched toward him.

Her hands found the hem of his hoodie, tugging it up. “Off.”

He laughed against her skin, shrugging it over his head. Then came the shirt, tossed aside, his abs gleaming with leftover sweat and desire.

Y/n ran her hands down his chest. “I missed this,” she said softly.

He kissed her jaw, her neck. “Lie down.”

She listened , heart racing, legs trembling.

He climbed over her slowly, kissing every inch of skin exposed — down her stomach, across her ribs, between her thighs.

He kissed her through her leggings, dragging his tongue along the fabric, and she let out a soft moan.

“You’re already wet,” he groaned. “For me?”

“Always.”

That broke him.

He peeled the leggings off inch by inch, kissing her thighs, her hipbones. When he finally touched her, skin to skin, she moaned his name so softly it made his chest ache.

He kissed her deeply, and while his hand circled slow, dizzying patterns against her most sensitive spot, she trembled beneath him.

“You like that?” he whispered against her lips.

She could only nod, breathless.

When his fingers slipped inside, she gasped and clutched his arms. “Hyunjin—”

“Shh. I’ve got you.”

He took his time, watching her unravel under him, learning every sound, every shiver. When she came — body arched, hand tangled in his hair — he kissed her through it, gently, lovingly.

But she wasn’t done.

She rolled him beneath her, straddling his hips, chest heaving.

“My turn.”

He smiled, dazed. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

She undid his sweats with shaking hands, dragging them down. He was already hard, desperate, pulsing for her. When she took him in her hand, he hissed. “Fuck.”

“You’ve been like this all night?” she teased.

“For days.”

She leaned down to kiss him, slowly lowering herself onto him.

Both of them gasped.

“God—y/n—” He clenched the sheets. “You feel so good.”

She moved slowly at first, both of them savoring it — the closeness, the connection, the way their bodies fit like puzzle pieces that had waited too long.

Her pace quickened, and soon they were a tangle of moans and breath, his hands on her hips, hers on his chest, both of them chasing that high, eyes locked, hearts pounding.

When she started to fall apart again, he flipped them, taking over, kissing her deeply as he drove into her harder, deeper.

She cried out his name. “Don’t stop. Please—”

“I won’t,” he swore, lips at her throat. “I’ll never stop. Not with you.”

When they came together, it was overwhelming — stars bursting behind their eyes, nails in skin, names gasped into the dark.

They stayed tangled together for a long time, sweat cooling, hearts slowly slowing down.He kissed her forehead.

“I love you.”

She smiled, teary-eyed. “I love you, too.”