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Waiting After The Rain

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Pairing: ot8!stray kids x pregnant omega!reader

Synopsis: An omega pregnant and alone after being kicked out by their alpha stumbles upon a pack willing to take them in and care for both the omega and their pup as if they were their own, because now they are.

Genre: strangers to lovers, angsty but lots of fluff to even it out.

Warnings: vomit, violence, mean words are said to our omega in this chapter(not by the pack), a/b/o, past abuse physical and verbal, past sexual abuse(mentions of past non-con), mentions of past violence, trauma, self esteem issues, pregnancy, aftermath of abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, pack dynamics, angst but it will be okay, polyamory

A/N: remember my ask box is always open for questions about this story and as always, please enjoy this chapter :)

One of the harder parts of staying with the pack was times like this, during the day when members are out at work or living life. Of course, you were never alone, the omegas don’t have jobs though they do go out as they please, and the rest of the pack has purposely arranged their schedules so that at least one pack member above an omega is home with you guys at any given time. It’s a nice setup, you'll admit, but you feel useless. To be fair you never went out much when you lived with your old alpha but you were always cooking and cleaning to please him, you were never not busy. So that’s how you got here. Trying so hard to be useful you decided to clean up a bit instead you just made a bigger mess. You were moving on from putting the dishes in the dishwasher to cleaning the countertops when you got a whiff of the cleaning solution smell and immediately you felt the familiar sickness feeling, If you were a cartoon character you would physically be green right now. Now that you’re out of the first trimester the morning sickness should have subsided, and to be fair it wasn’t as bad as it was in the beginning but it was definitely still making itself comfortable in your life. At your last appointment, you asked the doctor about it and she said this was probably something to do with your already above-average sense of smell for an omega. At the same time, you could still get sick randomly due to your changing body, and smells would be your biggest enemy. But it was normal and that’s all that mattered to you anyway, though right now you kind of wish it wasn’t. The strong smell of vinegar and lemon is the perfect combination to kick your sickness into overdrive. Before you could even gag or process the situation you’d already thrown up all over yourself. With closed eyes you could feel your body begin to tremble, a familiar vibrating feeling that could only be accompanied by a panic attack. You couldn’t even bring yourself to sob, too afraid to make yourself any more noticeable, your body lets out soft whimpers from your quivering lip instead. Before you can even think of how to make your escape to the bathroom to clean yourself up you have to clean up the mess you made on the floor first. It's not a lot but it would be easier to clean up if the cleaning solution wasn’t making you gag even more. You don’t hear Changbin come down the stairs and enter the kitchen through the ringing in your ears.

“Y/N? I heard your whimpering and ran down here. What happ-“ Changbin cuts himself off at the sight of you all on the floor covered in your own vomit.

“It’s fine! I’m almost done cleaning it up, don't worry, I’m sorry I was just trying to help. fuck! Why can’t I help?” Your rambling is halted by a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay bunny. Just breathe.” As you look into his eyes you feel a sense of peace, like a gentle reminder that yes you can breathe, it’s okay.

“Good, now let me.” With one fell swoop, he picks you up bridal style and begins to walk away from the kitchen.

“Changbin, what the hell are you doing? I said I could handle it.”

“I know you could, but as your alpha, I can’t let you. Like I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, let’s get you cleaned up!”

Changbin carries you all the way to the upstairs bathroom and places you down on the toilet seat and turns around to head out of the bathroom.

“I’ll get you some clothes and then you can shower!” Changbin leaves but not before giving you one of his signature cutesy smiles that almost makes you sick from how sweet it is. The alphas here confused you, hell the whole pack confused you, but Changbin especially makes your head spin. His personality was very cute and sweet which is an insane juxtaposition to his buff frame. He easily has the biggest muscles you’d ever seen, it was kind of comforting when it wasn’t scary. Changbin returns and places the clothes on the counter.

“I grabbed you some comfy warmer clothes, thought maybe it’d help soothe you.” Changbin seems unsure, you’d think this was his first time caring for an omega.

“Thank you.” and with a nod the alpha leaves you to take your shower. The water feels like it does more than just wash away your sickness but it feels like your emotions are physically leaking from your body. You watch the water run down your small bump, placing a gentle hand there as unease settles deep in your bones. If you can’t do something as simple as clean up what’s the point? How can you take care of a whole life?

You step out of the shower with a shiver, trying to get dried off and dressed as quickly as possible. As you put on the clothes Changbin picked out for you, the last item stops you in your tracks. A hoodie, but not just any hoodie, it’s his. The smell of firewood penetrates your nose and your pupils dilate. Without a word, you put on his hoodie to allow the smell to engulf you, just like it’s supposed to. Leaving the bathroom you’re greeted by the muscular alpha who now has a shocked expression. He waited for you. And god is he glad he did. The sight of you in his hoodie, covered in his scent makes him dizzy. So he waits no time to pull you back into the bathroom with him, standing behind you as you both stand in front of the mirror. Wordlessly he picks up the hairbrush and begins brushing your hair, It feels domestic, but you don’t run.

“This is your hoodie.” You speak, not really knowing if it’s a question or a statement.

“Felix told us about how alpha scents really help with your nausea, you didn’t have to wear it, I just wanted to help.” He smiles almost as softly as he brushes through your hair. You don’t miss how he brushes his nose across the top of your head, taking in your milky cherry scent.

Changbin’s heart swells with pride as his alpha howls in his head at the display in front of him. A pupped omega wearing his scented hoodie allowing him to groom you, His pupped omega, he internally corrects himself. He leads you down to the living room and he stops you from going into the kitchen.

“Don’t worry, I got it all cleaned up. Let’s relax now.” The alpha takes your hand leading you to the large couch letting you pick your spot before he sits next to you.

“Do you want to talk about what’s wrong, why you were cleaning up even though it was making you sick?” Your eyebrows furrow, and embarrassment floods your body once again.

“I feel useless and lazy. I don’t do anything, I don’t clean, I don’t cook, I don’t work, even though these are all things I can do with no issue. I don’t even go outside now, I’m becoming a slob.” Changbin’s heart breaks at your words, but understanding you just want some independence, some of your normal back.

“We can go out today. Could be like a more casual courting date or not, whatever you’d like.”

“I appreciate your offer but I don’t need your pity.” The alpha scoffs and your assumption of him.

“I don’t pity you, I care about you. And I want to hang out with you. Hyunjin can stay here with Han and Felix while we go out, it’ll be fun. No pressure.” Changbin gives you a hopeful smile, if he looks closely he feels like he can see a small crack forming in your wall.

“Okay, where would we go?” You don’t look at the alpha, afraid maybe he’d change his mind.

“We can go do some grocery shopping, you can help me!” Changbin emphasized the word help, as to soothe your worries.

“Really? I could help you pick out food for the pack?” You look up at Changbin with wide hopeful eyes, and his heart almost explodes.

“Yeah, we can go right now! Get your shoes on and I’ll go let the guys know we’re leaving.” He smiles before he retreats to the pack den where the pack members reside. You sit with your thoughts for a moment before releasing a contented sigh. Maybe things were looking up.

At the grocery store, Changbin pushed the cart with one hand and had the pack’s grocery list pulled up on his phone in the other. The list was split into sections, one for each pack member’s personal requests and a section for stuff for the whole house. You had a nice rhythm going on, where he guides you both through the store and tells you what to put in the cart. Though he can’t help but notice you don’t seem to be interested in grabbing anything for yourself, and they haven’t had a chance to add a you section to the grocery list quite yet. As you two made your way down a snack aisle he took notice of how you stopped in front of the milk drinks.

“I think I saw something about some sort of juice on Han’s list. What was it?” In all honesty, you don’t remember if anyone mentioned juice, you can’t think at all your mouth is watering at the sight of the banana milk. You recently started developing cravings, which weren’t weird, yet. Your mind was so used to not wanting things, you didn’t find yourself craving anything until you saw it. Sort of like love at first sight but with various cookies, rice cakes… and banana milk, as your brain had so kindly decided now. This wasn’t odd for you, you’d always liked banana milk but this was different. You didn’t want it, you needed it. This grocery trip was for them, you wouldn’t dare make this about yourself. And that’s where a gentle alpha’s encouragement comes in.

“Oh I love banana milk, should we get some?” You both share a knowing glance, though Changbin’s has an encouraging undertone.

“Maybe, maybe two packs would be good. Since there are so many of us.” The alpha is satisfied with your response, nodding at you to throw two packs into the cart. Though Changbin wouldn’t dare let the pack take your cravings from you, he’d be sure to let them know not to touch them later.

“Is there anything else the puppy wants?” Changbin takes your peaceful sigh as an invitation to be just a little more direct, trying to get you comfortable with his care.

“Seaweed chips sound really yummy… and those matcha cookies Hyunjin likes.” You blush, not used to giving in to your own desires. Changbin doesn’t care though, he wastes no time finding the snacks you want. As you continue your shopping trip the alpha does a lot more of that, encouraging you to get stuff for yourself too, showing you that you deserve treats just like the pack does if not more since you’re carrying a pup as well.

The walk to the car feels bright, and internally you acknowledge the progress you made in the store, it feels nice. Changbin insists he be the one to load the bags in the car but you don’t get in the car, you wait patiently in case he changes his mind.

The smell hits you first, like a bullet train traveling faster than sound itself. You grab onto Changbin’s arm, your scent is rancid like spoiled milk, full of panic.

“What’s wrong?” Now Changbin’s scent is burnt, afraid that somehow you got hurt on his watch. Before you can tell Changbin how urgently you need to leave the voice hits your ears and you’re shocked you don’t pass out in pure fear, you remain frozen, which somehow feels worse.

“Would you look at this, surprised I found you slut?” The slurred voice from the alpha a mere five feet away from him and his babies causes Changbin to let out a growl.

“Who the hell are you?” You want to scream at Changbin to not say anything to just get you both in the car and run but you can’t, you scream but nothing comes out. Once again trapped in your own mind prison.

“I should be asking you the same, you’re playing around with my sloppy seconds.” It clicks immediately for Changbin, this is the man who hurt you, who kicked you out on the streets pregnant and alone. The next growl he lets out is nastier, more venomous.

“Come on Y/N, you think you can run away and wear another’s alpha’s clothes and expect me not to find you? You’re carrying my seed, not his. I always knew you were a whore, but you were my whore.” If your blood wasn’t cold before, it definitely was now. Everything in you screamed to run but you remained still. Your mind feels like a slurry of nasty thoughts, like you were right back in his grip, like you’d never be safe from him.

“I suggest you leave before I rip your throat out with my teeth.” Changbin keeps one arm behind him, within each of you, keeping you both safe from this monster. The way his hand is inches away from your stomach makes you hyper aware of the pup growing inside it.

Alphas hurt pups. Our pup is in danger. Do something.

Your omega screams in your head but you don’t move, useless as always.

“Pfft her hole’s not even that good. She’s used goods pal.” The arrogant alpha slurs and it lights a fire within Changbin, nobody speaks about the people he loves like that. He lunges at the alpha determined to make those words his last, he punches him so hard that you can hear a loud crack. The alpha falls to the ground, unconscious. Changbin immediately ushers you into the car and drives away from the scene. You don’t speak, you don’t cry, you’ve completely disassociated. Staring in front of you out the windshield you think about how you got here. A lot of your first week with this pack was spent scared he would find you, but things were getting better, you had almost forgotten this was even possible. Changbin tries to comfort you the entire ride home but it’s like you’ve left your own body. His alpha cries for him to do something, to help his omega but nothing works.

When he pulls into the garage at home you immediately bolt out of the car and head straight to your room. At the sound of the door slamming and locking, everyone knew this was going to be a hurdle. But they were all willing to fight for you… literally in some cases.

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ihrtlix · 2 hours ago

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Waking up to an empty bed with the sheets gona cold on his side, knowing he's gone to the gym early af again and missing chan you decide to send him a video of tou teasing yourself with your finger with the caption 'why do cardio when you can do me?' A few minutes later still using your fingers you see he's read your message but hasn't replied so you send another little clip this time with 'you should come work me out 😉' a few more minutes pass you see he's read the message again but no response so you send one more fully pleasuring yourself and it just say 'I need you' just after you hit send chan is bursting through the door in all his post gym sweaty glory looking like he sprinted all the way to you ready to pounce on you

This just randomly popped into my head and I felt the need to share 🙃 I feel like chan would also appreciate the horrible puns.... if you can elaborate on this more please do

·:*¨༺ ♱✮ cardio

𓆩❤︎𓆪: ̗̀➛ in which you tease your boyfriend while he’s at the gym, and he takes matters into his own hands ꒰ 𝓹airing ꒱ bf!bangchan x fem!reader ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ/ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ ⤑ smut 18+ (mdni), teasing, oral (fem!rec), p in v, rough sex, choking, softdom!chan, needy chan, pet names (baby, princess, my love, pretty)

⤑ a/n: ahhh!! tysm for sending this i literally love this idea🥰 hope i did it justice!! also decided to trying 1st person writing so lmk if yall like this better!!

the cold sheets woke me from the peaceful sleep i was under. grumbling, i turn over to feel for chan, just to find his spot empty. i squint my eye at the small light filtering in through the window, to see the sun starting to rise.

great, another gym day i think to myself.

i quickly grab my phone, seeing no texts from him except for ‘went to gym, see you when you wake up pretty<3’ i roll my eyes before an idea pops in my head.

i scramble with the sheets, pulling them off before opening the camera to my phone, angling it down to where my fingers meet my clit, covered with just thin panties. i smirk as i take the picture, immediately sending it to chan with a text below it ‘why do cardio when you can do me?’

i giggle to myself, knowing how much chan loves when i tease him. the read receipt pops up almost immediately, but the text bubble never pops up.

i huff in frustration, already moving to take another. i hit the record button, moving my fingers along the soaked patch on my underwear, before moving it to the side to reveal the wetness dripping out. i moan softly as my fingers move to my clit, before stopping the video and sending it to chan. ‘work me out instead :,(‘

another few minutes go by, no reply. i check the message again to make sure it sent, just to be left on read again.

fine, i’ll just play harder i think

i completely strip down, recording another video. i circle my clit again, moaning out chans name. i move them downwards, teasing my hole before slipping one finger in. “please channie, need you so bad,” i moan out. i stop the video, but before i can even think about clicking send, i hear the front door slam shut.

the bedroom door opens, revealing chan, his shirt slung around his neck, sweat dripping down his chest and stomach. i gasp, covering myself out of instinct. “i thought you were at the gym!” i mutter.

“yeah i was,” he growls, slowly making his way towards the bed. “that was before my girlfriend decided to be a tease and send me videos of her playing with herself. just couldn’t wait till i got home huh?” he taunts, crawling his way up to me.

i smile mischievously, “just wanted your attention channie,” i whine.

“don’t worry baby, you definitely got it,” he smirks, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, the other pulling the covers off of me. “all ready for me huh baby? just couldn’t be a good girl and be patient?”

i shake my head. “i’m sorry baby, i just missed you,” i breathe out.

“good thing is i was just about to start my cardio. definitely prefer this method though,” he laughs darkly, running a hand up to my throat, putting the slightest amount of pressure, but it still makes my head spin.

i just nod simply up at him, muttering a ‘please’ so softly. i can see the way his jaw ticks at the sound before his lips crash into mine.

he kisses with a force that claims, owns, devours. claiming me to be his and only his. the hand around my throat tightens the messier the kiss becomes, and i gasp softly into his mouth when he bites down on my lip softly.

“you gonna let me finish my workout baby?” he whispers.

“yes chan please, i’ll take anything please touch me,” i beg, sitting up slightly to chase his lips.

he smiles and kisses me, this time softer, like an apology before the storm. he pushed me back down onto the bed, his grip on my wrists getting tighter.

“god baby you have no idea what you do to me,” he growls. he begins kissing down my neck, sucking marks on his way down to my chest.

“fuck baby,” i groan, running my hands through his hair, tugging slightly when he laps over my nipple. “please chris,” i whine.

he chuckled darkly. “you don’t even know what you’re begging for huh? don’t worry pretty i’ll take care of you.”

he traveled down more, lips pressing messy kisses down my stomach, until he reached my core. he looks up at me, pressing a soft finger to my clit before rubbing small circles.

i moan out, my brows scrunching together. “please channie, need your mouth so bad.”

“such a good girl telling me what she wants,” he laughs. “i got you baby don’t worry,” he says, then takes a small lick at my entrance.

i jerk my hips at the sensation, pushing my hips closer to his face. he gets the message and starts lapping at my clit feverishly. “yes baby so good,” i moan, gripping his hair again and pushing his face closer.

the noises that chan are making are obscene. wet slurping noises fill the room and i toss my head back to moan loudly.

“pretty girl, so good for me,” he mumbles into my heat, diving straight back in. he moves his hand towards my entrance, immediately pushing two fingers in, curling them just right.

“oh god,” i groan, arching my back off the bed slightly. i grip the sheets with my other hand tightly, nodding at nothing in particular as i feel my high approaching. “chr-chris! i’m close please don’t stop im so close.”

“come on baby make a mess on my face yeah? show me how bad you needed me,” he groans, moving his tongue faster against me, his fingers pistoning in and out.

“i’m cumming! yes yes i’m cumming baby,” i say softly, arching more off the bed as my stomach clenches, then releasing. my moans turn breathy as the feeling washes over me, my hips moving on their own to grind down against his face.

chan pulls away, his face wet from his nose down to his neck. “fuck baby you’re so pretty like this. think you can go again?” he asked, to which i nodded eagerly. he chuckled before stripping his shorts and boxers. “i’m gonna make you feel so good baby i promise yeah? just wanna make my girl feel so good,” he practically whines.

he climbed back up to my face, kissing roughly while pumping himself. i can taste me release on his tongue, moaning against his lips. “please baby want your cock,” i say pulling away slightly.

chan nods, quickly moving the head of his cock to prod at my hole, leaking and ready. “you need it baby? you need me like i need you?” he rasps, desperation soaking his tone.

i look up at him with needy eyes, nodding my head before grabbing his cock and moving it to slip in. we groan out in unison, my eyes fluttering shut. “f-fuck y/n, god you make me crazy. this pussy so perfect for me yeah?” he says, hand snaking up to grip my throat tightly. “still need to get my cardio in,” he growls, before slamming all the way in, making me gasp.

chan’s hips slam into me, knocking the wind out of my lungs every time. i hold onto his wrist of the hand around me throat, holding him there. my brain goes fuzzy from the pleasure and lack of oxygen. when he lets go, i take a deep breath in and moan loudly.

“baby, oh god channie.”

“yeah i know baby,” he says, leaning down to kiss the shell of my ear. “i know it’s good, channie always gives you the best cock right baby?”

“yes! so good! so full!” i squeak out, my hands making their way to his back, scratching unintentionally as i try to grab onto something. he hisses at the feeling, somehow pounding harder.

“god baby i’m not gonna last,” he pants.

“me neither. please cum in me, breed me chris,” i beg.

chan lets out a sound that could be close to a growl and a whimper at the same time, moving his hips harder before reaching down to circle my clit once again. “come for me.”

that’s all it takes. my orgasam crashes over me stronger than the first one. chan stills at the feeling, his jaw dropping before letting out a breathy moan. he leans down to kiss me hard, rutting his hips into me in shallow thrusts.

“holy shit,” he laughs, causing me to follow.

“some great cardio huh?” i tease.

“my favorite.”

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ihrtlix · 2 hours ago

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O V U L A T I N G

So this drabble has been coming up a lot in my notifications recently so I thought I'd try and write a proper fic for it :) unfortunately I kinda got carried away with the crack, so when it came to the Chan smut the tonal shift was pretty jarring. I got bored trying to make it work and then I got sick of looking at it, so I figured I'd stop stressing about it and just post it in two parts 💁‍♀️

Thank you @a-jazzy-bitch for reading through this and convincing me to keep in the notes I wrote when I was half asleep.

wc: 1.7k genre: cracksmut summary: poly!ot8 x fem!reader lore with condoms galore. so much safe sex. Channie would be proud if he wasn't so pissed at Seungmin. explicit warnings under the cut (they're mostly silly).

explicit warnings: mentions of han’s freaky rodent libido, jeongin being a (literal) sneaky fucker, [redacted] bottoming for the maknae, felix x you x seungmin spitroast, flavoured condoms, ovulating makes you crazy horny.

Once upon a time, Chan would have been embarrassed about buying sixteen boxes of condoms at once. He’d tried to get away with just eight before: one for each member.

One box each seemed reasonable, right?

But then Han’s freaky rodent libido had kicked in, and he’d gotten through his box so fast he started stealing condoms from the other guys. Chaos had ensued. Arguments about fairness, accusations of favouritism. Tempers had flared, fists had been raised.

Moms had been mentioned.

And the whole time you were a needy, horny little mess, whimpering and whining for someone to just shut up and fuck you. Begging like you’d been cock starved for fifty years.

Chan was almost proud of Jeongin, the way he used the argument to his advantage. Quietly sliding over to you and gently lifting you up so he could dress his cock with your cunt, while the others almost came to blows. The way he rolled his hips gently, murmuring no donut filth into your ear while you tried to stay quiet.

You've always been bad at keeping quiet. Especially with Jeongin. Chan understands, he bottomed for the maknae once. He might not be Catholic, but there's no denying it: that cock was sculpted by God.

Thank fuck Jeongin decided not to be a priest. Dick that good should always be deep in someone's guts.

It was actually the lack of sound that gave you two away. When Minho stopped to take a breath after a full two minutes of cussing out Jisung and he noticed you were no longer mewling for attention.

A quick glance over to the bed revealed the reason– the way you were holding one of Jeongin’s hands over your mouth with both of yours. His other arm was wrapped around your waist to keep you still as he ground into you slowly.The seething jealousy stirring in Minho’s gut was quickly stifled by the big boba eyes you gave him, silently promising him a turn too.

The ultimate hyung-but-one had always been a patient man, and was more than happy to watch until it’s his turn. Especially when the view was that good.

Han was less gracious when he saw what was happening. Cue the cries of betrayal, the whining, the pouting, the begging for his turn. Completely disregarding how it was him and his ridiculous libido AND lightspeed recovery rate that caused the whole kerfuffle in the first place.

It was Seungmin who snapped, whacking his hyung over the head with a rolled up newspaper and telling him to wait his damn turn.

Han shut up, pouting those cute quokka cheeks so hard he gave himself muscle cramps. Even then he would not stop. Not even when Felix started peppering his stupid sulky face with tons of teeny tiny kisses, trying to make him giggle and smile and generally cheer the fuck up.

But Hannie sulks as hard as he smiles, in the end being banished to his room and only let out for snacks and bathroom breaks, to stop him from ruining the mood. Not that you would’ve been able to notice, being caught up in a seven way tag team and all…

You did find him later, raiding the cupboards for snacks and hoarding all of the emergency heartbreak ice cream from the freezer– his heart was broken after all.

On the plus side, he’d written two new songs in his exile– both with the kind of heart wrenching lyrics that’d make you think he’d gone through three divorces, eight jobs, and watched everyone he loved perish in an 18th century shipwreck. Possibly involving a kraken or two.

Two excellent songs, sure to stir the emotions of any Stay. Though the second one–the one about the cure for his heartbreak being your thighs around his head and his tongue deep in your cunt…

Yeah, that definitely wasn’t going on the album.

He gave you his best kicked puppy eyes when you cornered him in the kitchen, clutching his high calorie loot to his chest, holding it like it was his first born child.

Which he promptly dropped, nay, threw to the floor when you shyly asked if he’d come back to your apartment and keep you company for the night.

His face lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree, bidding a fond farewell to his junk food child as he scooped you up and princess-carried you to his room. Mumble-babbling something to the tune of yes yes 110% yes please yes yes I would love to come and spend the night at yours but I need to fuck you right now before I actually explode.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Chan realised Han had somehow stolen all of the condoms, including the emergency one he kept in his back pocket.

So, two boxes each it is. Plus one extra box, bought in secret and hidden at the back of Chan’s wardrobe. For emergencies. Right next to the extra emergency first aid kit, in case some overenthusiastic riding ends up with another painful penis incident…

Chan had been worried about the checkout girl taking too long, about one of the others taking his turn and having to wait another rotation before getting inside you.

Rotation? Explanation:

You might be willing to jump on anyone’s dick in your estrogen-induced haze, but after the Great Condom Theft of 2024, Chan and Minho worked out a strict schedule: keeping your days full of dick appointments while making sure none of the members felt left out.

It worked, mostly. Until unexpected events. Like the checkout girl taking too. damn. long.

But when Chan finally walked back into the dorm (in a cool and dignified manner, he definitely didn’t sprint up the stairs because the elevator was taking too long) the scene awaiting him in the living room was not what he was expecting.

Because instead of Hyunjin having his turn, or even Han sneaking a quick one in… it’s still Seungmin fucking you.

He’d had you in a mating press on the floor when Chan left, (which Chan was 100% not jealous about because that’s definitely not his trademarked move), but now Seungmin's got you on the couch, pounding you from the back while you moan around Felix’s dick.

You must’ve sucked the blond raw by now, but if the gentle way Felix’s cupping your head and smiling at you is anything to go by, the way he’s brushing the hair off your forehead so he can look you deep in the eyes even as your nails leave little red scratches over his thighs… yeah, he doesn’t seem to mind. Felix has always been into a little bit of pain anyway.

Han is jerking off to the side, because of course he is.

And Seungmin's designated box of condoms lying on the floor next to the couch, empty. There had been two left when Chan left, and he was only gone for 30 minutes. Chan’s not sure if he’s impressed, relieved, or frustrated. Probably a healthy mix of all three.

Damn these young ‘uns and their ridiculous recovery rates.

Seungmin doesn’t look up when Chan shuts the door behind him, too busy concentrating on not nutting until he’s fucked you through at lease one more orgasm. But you do.

You moan something that might’ve been his name, the vibrations finally pushing Felix over the edge and into filling his pretty pink condom. Watermelon flavoured of course, Lixxie always buys you sweet flavours when he wants head. So considerate.

As Felix slips from your mouth, your face lights up into an almost-exhausted-but-radiant smile as you murmur “Channie~” in a tone that makes Chan’s heart melt to mush… and his dick as hard as a diamond.

Seungmin definitely heard that, and there’s no way he misses the way you reach for Chan, but he chooses to ignore it.

“Minnie.” Chan warns the younger man, who doesn't even spare him a glance and just starts to pound you harder instead. Pressing your face down into the cushions a little more, getting you to arch your back so he can hit it just right, making you cry out in that special way that means you’re about to cum…

And as he fucks you through it? That’s when Seungmin finally acknowledges Chan, smirking up at him through his sweat-slick bangs as he taunts his hyung:

“Wait your turn, old man.”

“Bad pup.” Chan growls, ready to rip him off you and silently regretting not taking up Minho on his offer to hide strategically placed spray bottles around the door for “when the dog needs to be trained.”

Before Chan can go and grab a water bottle from the fridge, a quiet whimper interrupts his thoughts.

“Minnie… please. Need Channie.” Your voice is soft. Needy. Irresistible. You must be exhausted at this point, but you’re practically glowing, looking at Chan with that special soft smile you save just for him.

Seungmin groans in protest, fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts just a little harder before remembering consent is key and reluctantly pulling out. But his attitude melts instantly when you lean back and kiss him, your neck twisting enough for Chan to see the mosaic of love bites and hickeys adorning your skin.

Someone completely forgot the no marking up rule. Or just straight up ignored it.

Chan makes a note to give Seungmin extra dance practice. Not as a punishment of course, that would be petty. The almost-maknae’s hip thrusts just need a little more work. They’re getting sloppy.

The way you whimper when Seungmin strokes your neck brings him back to reality, his eyes snapping open as he feels over the little bruises. He quickly kisses over each one, whispering something sweet in your ear and making you giggle.

Then he shoots his hyung a grin that says “worth it” and makes himself scarce, taking Chan’s stress levels with him and leaving you lax and boneless on the couch. The way you giggle when he scoops you up makes his heart flutter, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he carries you to his bedroom.

While absolutely not against living room sex (sharing is caring after all, and it’s not like there’s room for embarrassment in a nine-way poly relationship) but right now Chan wants you all to himself.

He even takes the time to lock the door after kicking it shut, balancing your entire weight between his chest and one arm as he flips the handle.

No more interruptions.

part two?

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ihrtlix · 6 hours ago

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can we get a pegging felix fic? like fucking him with a dildo. also i love ur works!

drabble | teary and ruined

pairing: sub!felix x f!reader

genre: smut

warnings: pegging, humiliation kink, dacryphilia, feminization, anal play, orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, overstimulation, dirty talk, body worship, dacryphilia

word count: ~500

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

He's pretty when he cries. Pathetic, too… but that’s half the fun.

You lean over Felix’s trembling back, your strap buried deep inside him, and coo into his flushed ear.

“Already making a mess, sweetheart?” you purr. “And I haven’t even touched your little cock.”

His fingers fist tighter into the pillows, breath hitching, hips rocking back on instinct. Every grind of your hips makes the dildo inside him press against his prostate, dragging another weak moan from his bitten lips.

“I- I c-can’t” His voice cracks, breathless, syrup-sweet and high with desperation. He’s sobbing already, cheeks blotchy, black mascara running down to his pretty lips. The pink lace garters he begged to wear earlier are soaked with sweat, twisted around his thighs. His cock, untouched and flushed dark, drools steadily onto the sheets beneath him. God, he’s such a slut.

“Can’t what, baby?” you ask mockingly, hips snapping forward again, harder this time. “Can’t stop acting like a needy little thing? Can’t stop clenching around my cock like you want to be ruined?”

A strangled sound spills from his mouth, somewhere between a gasp and a sob. He tries to shake his head, but his body betrays him, rocking back to meet your thrusts with a shameful rhythm. He’s grinding into nothing, leaking with no friction, crying into the sheets because he knows he’s about to come without even being touched.

“You’re so fucking cute like this,” you whisper, dragging your nails down his spine. “My toy, drooling all over the bed, whining like some desperate little doll. What should I call you, hmm? Princess? Bunny? Or maybe just whore fits better.”

That makes him cry harder. Pathetic whimpers bubble from his chest as you drive the strap deeper again, and again, merciless now. His thighs shake. You can see his cock twitch beneath him, red and leaking so much it’s obscene.

“You gonna come from just this?” you taunt, grinding deep and slow now, angling the toy perfectly. “Come from being fucked like this, all loose and wet and needy, like a good little girl?”

“P-please,” he sobs. “I- I don’t- I can’t!”

“Oh, baby,” you coo, mean and sweet all at once, “you’re already there.”

And he is. It hits fast, a ruined, stuttering orgasm that rips through him without warning. His whole body jerks forward as his cock spills untouched onto the sheets. He wails into the mattress, thighs trembling, hips still twitching for more. It’s messy, hot and humiliating, and exactly what he needed.

“Didn’t even need my hand, huh?” you murmur, slowing your hips just to watch him shake. “That’s right. Such a good, messy boy. Can’t even help yourself.”

He sobs a little louder, overwhelmed and clenching tight around the strap still inside him. His body shudders, overstimulated and leaking, and you reach forward to brush his damp hair back, voice softening just enough.

“You did so well for me,” you whisper, kissing the shell of his ear as his sobs quiet to hiccups. “Look at that pretty mess you made. All for me, baby.”

And when you pull out slow, careful, and scoop his trembling body into your arms, he melts, ruined, pliant, still softly crying.

But you’ll clean him up. After all, he was so good for you.

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ihrtlix · 6 hours ago

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I know you mostly do hyunjin fics but I was wondering if you could to a bangchan one? I was looking for one I was thinking of and I couldn't find it and I thought I'd ask you because your fics are so good! Could you try to make a first time with chan one? Kind of like your hyunjin one that you made buy a chan version of it idk I've just been so dululu lately and I need a fic like that, but if your but please dont rush if your doing other things♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Bed of roses- B.CH

First of all, hey!! I am SO sorry it took so long. I love your ideas, they are always great. And honestly at this point I am writing for all members + ateez hehe

And in second place, I want to dedicate this fic to beautiful @ktxoxoxo. Feliz cumpleaños, baby! I promised you a bed of roses and here it's hehe Wish you all the happiness in the world and I hope you had a great day 💜

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: smut

Alexa, play Bed of roses by Bon Jovi

You didn’t mean to break the bed, but in your defense, the bug was huge.

One moment you were peacefully folding laundry, the next you were shrieking and jumping on your bed like it was a lifeboat and you were on Titanic. And apparently, your bedframe wasn't built for dramatic bug escaping adventures.

It cracked beneath your weight with a crunch. Not totally broken, but enough to collapse slightly.

Which is how you ended up sitting on the floor, texting your new boyfriend in absolute shame.

You:

I broke my bed cause of a bug 💀

Channie:

😭 How big was the bug??

You:

Big enough for me to panic and jump like an olympic gymnast

Channie:

I’m coming over, babe

We’re going to IKEA

“Okay, but I thought you'd laugh more”, you say as he pulls into the parking lot, “Like, isn’t this the kind of thing you'd roast me for?”

Chan hums, “It is, but also I’m gonna romanticize this. We’re going to IKEA together like a new married couple”

You blink at him.

He grins, “Don’t tell me you never imagined walking around those fake rooms holding hands, pretending we’re furnishing our home?”

“Okay. Maybe once. Or twice”

He hops out and comes to your side of the car, lacing his fingers with yours the moment you step out, “Good! Let’s get delulu over furniture”

You roll your eyes. But your giggle anyway

•°. *࿐

It begins in the kitchens.

“Oh, I could totally see us making breakfast here”, he says, tapping a marble counter, “You scrambling eggs while I steal kisses and burn the toast”

“In your fantasy, I’m the one cooking?!"

“I’m better at kissing”

You blush and move on, but he follows with a lazy hand on the small of your back.

“Look at this one”, he says, pointing to a tub, “Our kids could splash around in here”

You choke, “Kids?!”

He shrugs, amused by your expression, “Too soon?”

You poke his chest him, “Way too soon”

He pouts playfully, eyes warm. “Fine. Just imagine you in it. Bubbles, candles and me on the rug beside it, feeding you strawberries”

You laugh, “You romantic menace”

But the worst is the bed section. He sits down on a queen sized one and pats the space beside him.

You sit.

Chan leans back, legs wide, arms resting behind his head like he belongs there.

“I could definitely see us making kids on this one”

Your breath catches.

He glances over with a smug grin, but it softens when he sees your expression— flushed, quiet, hopeful.

“Too much?”, he asks gently.

You shake your head, trying to stay cool, “Just... haven’t thought that far ahead”

He leans in, brushing his fingers against your knee, “No pressure. I like where we are”

You nod, “I like it too”

•°. *࿐

You buy the bed. And Chan insists on paying for half of it.

“I’ll cover half”, Chan says as he hoists one of the heavier boxes into the trunk.

You arch a brow. “You sure? I broke the bed”

He grin,. “And I helped you pick a new one. That makes it ours now”

You narrow your eyes, “Are you trying to co-own my furniture?”

He shrugs, slamming the trunk closed, “Maybe I just want you to think of me every time you get in bed”

Your jaw drops, “Christopher Bang!”

“What?”, he says innocently, but the smirk is anything but innocent

“I love you”

He walks past you, enlacing your pinkies together as he heads to the driver’s side, “I love you too, baby”

•°. *࿐

That night, you stay over at his place.

He tosses you one of his oversized shirts, makes you dinner, and kisses you slowly on the couch before pulling you into bed. It’s soft, domestic, like you’ve done this a hundred times already.

The next morning, he drives you to work, one hand on the wheel, the other lazily holding yours. As you unbuckle to get out, he tugs your wrist gently and leans over to kiss you, probably a little longer than necessary.

“Have a good day”, he murmurs. “And don’t worry, I’ll have the bed ready when you come home”

You blink, “Really? You don’t have to”

He just winks, “I’ve got you, baby”.

And with that, you spend the whole shift thinking about your disgustingly sweet boyfriend.

•°. *࿐

When you get home, the lights are low and your apartment smells like roses.

You blink at the trail of petals leading to your bedroom and then stop in the doorway— your new bed is built, fluffed, blankets folded neatly.

Chan stands beside it with a boyish smile, rubbing the back of his neck, “Hey...”

“Chan… what’s that?”

“I just… I thought I’d surprise you. Build it while you were gone. And the rest, well... I got carried away”

You step inside, eyes darting around, “This is... beautiful”

He shrugs, “No pressure or anything. I know we still haven’t… you know. But I just thought maybe…. new bed, new memories”

You look at him— his eyes are kind, gentle, nervous. And you know you want him too.

Not just because of the bed. You want him because he showed up, hands full of Allen keys and roses. Because he doesn't judge when you break the bed because of bugs and also dreams big. Because he makes IKEA’s aisles feel like home.

You walk to him slowly

“Can I kiss you?”, you ask.

His breath stutters, “Please”

You kiss him deep— full of all the things you didn’t say in the kitchen aisle, the tub aisle, the bedroom aisle.

He pulls you closer by the hips, mouth hungry but patient. You feel his hands spread wide on your back, guiding you gently to the bed like you’re sacred.

Clothes come off slowly. First his shirt, then yours. His fingers tremble slightly as they trace the curve of your waist.

“Are you sure?” he asks again, kneeling between your thighs.

You nod, “I’ve never been more sure”

He kisses down your neck, your collarbones, the sensitive skin just above your breast. You arch into him, heart pounding like a drum.

He takes his time. Every touch is mindful, every breath shared. He groans when you touch him, eyes closing.

“I got you”, he breathes, “We’ll go slow”

He lies back slowly, guiding you to straddle him but not the way you expect.

Instead, he tugs you down with him until your back is flush against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist, your thighs wrap around his hips. You're cradled in his body like you're made to fit there like his lap, his hands, his chest were always meant for you.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs, his breath warming the shell of your ear.

You nod, pulse racing. “More than okay”

You reach between your bodies to help guide him in— careful, your breath catching as he slides into you from behind.

A shared gasp leaves both your mouths.

The stretch, the closeness, the sound of his moan against your neck—it’s overwhelming in the most delicious way.

His arms tighten around your waist, and you feel his lips press to your shoulder as he starts to move. Slow, rolling hips beneath you. He thrusts up gently, and the rhythm is steady, sure, tender.

Your head tips back against his shoulder.

“You feel so good”, he breathes, voice wrecked, one hand sliding up to cup your breast while the other holds your stomach close, “I want you like this forever”

You whisper his name, trembling slightly as pleasure builds. It’s deeper like this. Fuller. Every drag of him inside you makes your body curl back into him tighter.

He keeps you safe.

Your fingers lace with his at your stomach, squeezing as the pace picks up— soft wet sounds and shallow gasps filling the room, his lips open against your jaw, groaning your name.

You come first, your body arching, chest heaving, legs shaking around him as he whispers encouragements into your skin.

“That’s it, baby… just like that. Can’t believe you are all mine”

He follows soon after, hips stuttering, breath hitching as he holds you tighter— burying himself as deep as he can go with a strangled moan. His warmth fills you slowly, pulsing inside while you lie there— still trembling, still wrapped in his arms.

Neither of you speak right away.

Only the sound of shared breaths, kisses pressed lazily to your shoulder, his fingers drawing shapes over your stomach where your hands still rest.

“I’ve never…, he begins softly, voice still unsteady, “felt anything like that before”

You smile, “Yeah. Me neither”

You turn your face to him, “Thanks for building the bed, baby”

He chuckles, heart melting silently, “Guess we built something else tonight too”

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ihrtlix · 10 hours ago

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pairing: jeongin x reader (fem)

summary: The frat house was too loud. The music too bassy. The beer too warm. You weren’t supposed to stay long. But then Jeongin looked at you like he saw past all of it. And for one night, maybe he did.

genre: college au, smut, angst , one-shot

wc: ~4.8k

warnings: graphic sexual content (oral, protected p-in-v, rough sex, dom!jeongin),party setting, alcohol, one-night stand dynamic,emotionally intense,themes of loneliness, casual sex, fleeting intimacy

The bass is a pulse.

Jeongin leans against the splintered railing of the frat house porch, beer bottle dangling from his fingers, condensation dripping down like sweat. Someone inside is yelling about flip cup. Someone else is crying in the backyard. The night is breathing heat and smoke and perfume and sour breath.

It’s the kind of party you don’t really want to be at, but you show up anyway. Senior year. Expectations.

His eyes are sharp, half-lidded, tracking movement. People pass like smears of color and noise, none of it sticking — until her.

She’s standing alone at the edge of the kitchen, plastic cup to her lips, red as blood. Her eyes sweep the room like she’s trying to memorize it all in case she never comes back. Tight black dress, one strap off her shoulder, hair half up, lip gloss smeared slightly at the corner. She looks too young for this crowd — and too self-aware to admit it.

She’s not looking at anyone.

So naturally, Jeongin looks at her.

He drifts toward the doorway like he’s being pulled. Or maybe pushed.

“Freshman?” he asks, not bothering to shout. If she hears him, because he knows she will.

She doesn’t look at him right away. Just sips. Then: “You say that like it’s an insult.”

Her voice is low. Not soft. Like she only gives it to people she wants to hear her.

He smirks, teeth flashing. “I didn’t say it was.”

“Then why ask?”

Jeongin tilts his head. “Because you’re standing like you don’t know whether to stay or run. And that’s a freshman thing.”

She finally turns to face him. Her eyes are steady. Grey or green — hard to tell under the shitty LED light strip flickering above them.

“I stayed.”

“You did.” He steps a little closer. “What’s your name?”

She hesitates, then gives it. “Y/N.”

He repeats it, quieter. Like a password.

———————-

She doesn’t know why she’s still here. The party is too loud. The house stinks of beer and cologne and sweat. Some guy with a backwards cap just tried to explain NFTs to her.

But now there’s this guy. Tall, sharp-jawed, brown hair tousled like he just woke up — or like he always looks like this. He doesn’t lean in too close. Doesn’t scan her legs. Doesn’t use that voice guys use when they think they’re being charming.

He just watches her like he’s curious. A little detached.

Which is worse. Or better.

She steps into his space first. Subtle. Maybe imperceptible. But he notices — his hand brushes hers by accident, or maybe not.

“You live here?” she asks.

“God, no.” A smile. “I have taste.”

She laughs — short, real.

He tips his beer toward her. “Come upstairs.”

It’s not a question.

She should say no. She should ask his name. She should pretend like she hasn’t already decided.

But she doesn’t.

She just follows.

————-

The door clicks shut behind them.

Someone’s room — no idea whose. The walls are lined with peeling posters and dirty laundry piles. A candle has been burned too low on the windowsill. Smells like wax and vanilla and boy.

She’s already sitting on the bed. Legs crossed, one hand tugging at the strap slipping off her shoulder. Her eyes are locked on him like a dare.

“Don’t act like you’re doing me a favor,” he says, voice rougher now.

“I’m not.”

Jeongin crosses the space and stops in front of her. She stays seated, looking up.

“Then what are you doing?” he asks.

She stands slowly. Her hand slides up his chest — not gentle, not sweet. She stops at his collar, grips it, tugs.

“Staying.”

That single word from her mouth presses something deep and primal inside him, and before either of them breathes again, her lips crash into his.

The kiss is fierce—teeth, tongue, heat. No soft prelude. No testing the waters. Her mouth tastes like spiced rum and want, and he groans into it, gripping her hips through the clingy fabric of her dress.

She’s already tugging his shirt up, her nails scraping his abs. He peels it off and tosses it. Her hands roam like she’s memorizing muscle—over his chest, shoulders, arms. He watches her while she works his belt loose, knuckles grazing his hard-on.

The zipper comes down and she smirks when she feels how hard he is already through his boxers.

“Jesus,” she mutters.

He’s already backing her toward the bed.

Her dress pools to the floor—no hesitation. No shame. She steps out in black lace and heels. The bra barely covers anything; the panties are already damp. She hooks her thumbs in them and starts to slide them down, slow, like she wants him to watch. He does. Every second.

Then she’s sitting on the bed, legs open just enough to tease.

He drops to his knees between them, gripping her thighs. She’s warm, already slick. He leans in, licks a stripe up her slit, and her head falls back with a gasp.

“Oh—fuck—”

He groans against her, tongue working slow at first, then faster. His hands pin her thighs wide, fingers digging in as he sucks her clit and flicks it with his tongue. She’s soaked, dripping onto his mouth, and when she grabs his hair and grinds forward, he lets her.

“Shit—don’t stop—right there—”

He doesn’t. His tongue circles, flattens, dips into her, and then he’s sucking her clit again while two fingers slide inside—wet and tight and so fucking hot.

She arches off the bed, moaning loud now. He curves his fingers just right, finds the spot, and—

She breaks.

Her thighs clamp around his head and her body jerks, cumming hard on his tongue with a strangled sound. He groans and keeps going, tongue softening now, kissing the insides of her thighs, slow licks to soothe her as she shivers.

She looks wrecked. Lip bitten, eyes glassy, chest rising and falling like she ran a mile.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” she pants.

He’s out of his jeans in seconds, condom in hand, tearing the foil with his teeth. She takes it from him and rolls it on slowly, fingers curling around him, stroking once—then again, tighter.

“You’re fucking big,” she murmurs.

“Can you take it?” His voice is gravel.

She just pulls him down by the neck and kisses him again—hot, open-mouthed, filthy.

Then she rolls onto her back, legs open wide, and nods once.

“Come fuck me, Jeongin.”

He pushes into her in one long, slow thrust. She moans loud, hips rising to meet him. Tight, wet, hot—she feels insane. He stills halfway, jaw clenched.

“Holy shit,” he growls.

“Don’t stop,” she hisses. “Fill me. All the way.”

He thrusts the rest of the way in and her nails rake down his back, pulling him deeper, harder.

They find rhythm fast—his hips slamming into hers, the slap of skin on skin loud in the room. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulls him in, takes every inch like she’s starving for it.

“Harder,” she gasps. “Faster—fuck, right there—”

He drives into her, holding her down by the hips as he pounds her, the bed creaking with every thrust. Her tits bounce with the movement and he ducks down, sucking one into his mouth, biting lightly until she cries out again.

He flips her over—hands on her waist, pulling her ass up. She looks back at him over her shoulder, flushed and panting.

“Please,” she whimpers.

He sinks into her from behind, deeper this time, and she chokes on a moan, hands clutching the sheets.

Her body takes everything he gives—every thrust, every slap of his hips, the sting of his palm on her ass when she clenches too hard.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans. “You love this, don’t you?”

“Y-Yeah—god—don’t stop—”

He doesn’t. He holds her hair, thrusts harder, her pussy sucking him in like it doesn’t want to let go. She’s shaking again, and when he reaches around to rub her clit—

She breaks again.

Loud, filthy, clawing at the sheets as she cums hard, body convulsing. Her walls clamp around him and he barely holds on—one more thrust, and then he’s cumming too, deep, gasping her name as he pulses into the condom, body going rigid.

They stay like that for a long moment—bodies slick, breath ragged, tangled in the sheets.

Eventually, he pulls out, ties off the condom, drops it in the trash.

She’s already slipping her panties back on, pulling her dress over sticky skin, tucking her hair behind one ear. She doesn’t look at him right away.

Jeongin stays on the bed, sheets twisted around his waist. He watches her like he’s trying to memorize the shape of her spine.

“You don’t have to go,” he says, voice low.

She pauses at the mirror. Smooths her dress. Stares at her own reflection like she doesn’t recognize it.

“I wasn’t supposed to stay this long.”

He swallows. “Still. You could.”

She turns, finally facing him. Her lipstick’s long gone. Her eyes are clearer now — less drunk, more real.

“You’ll forget me tomorrow.”

“No, I won’t.”

She crosses the room slowly. Not toward the door — but toward him.

And then — she kisses him.

Soft, this time. Nothing like before. A slow press of lips, a breath shared, her fingers threading briefly through his hair.

When she pulls back, her eyes linger on his face like she wants to say something else. Something real.

But instead, she just whispers, “You were the only reason I didn’t leave sooner.”

Then she’s gone.

The door clicks shut behind her.

Jeongin lies back.

Worst thing?

The sheets still smell like her.

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ihrtlix · 10 hours ago

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Could you do a fluffy and beautiful story where seungmin and the reader are dancing in the practice room where seungmin keeps a hand around the reader's waist and reader feels shy and insecure she tells minnie sometimes I feel I don't deserve you could could any girl that you wish

Why would you want me and the reader to look down but Seungmin is soft and comforts her in his own way he makes the reader turn towards the mirror and tells all the things that he admires about

Make it fluffy and beautiful based on this song

‘It’s just us’ Ი︵𐑼 KSM (ask)

Your evening started off by just watching Seungmin dance in the practice room, your eyes glued to his body as he graciously moves to the beat of the music. He’s occasionally asking you if his moves are okay or if he’s missing anything, and you’re glad to help him correct any mistakes or just encourage him. You don’t mind being here, especially since being in the practice room alone with him always felt like a breath of fresh air. It was a break away from his busy schedule or from his loud bandmates, and an opportunity to be with you without disruption.

Though his idea of being alone with you is by letting you watch as he practices, you’re still happy nonetheless. The music is energetic, upbeat and it brings both of you in a good mood — even if it’s not meant to be. He makes you laugh when he moves funny on purpose or by singing along to the music with an offbeat tone. It’s nice to see this relaxed side of him, a side that not everyone else got to see.

It makes you feel special.

It’s not long before Seungmin pulls you from your spot on the couch and onto the floor with him. He’s twirling you around to the music, your shared laughter filling the room once more. You do your best to keep up with him as he dances, only knowing a small bit of the choreography. It’s a little hard, but with him it’s more for fun than anything. You both break away from following the usual dance routine and come up with dance moves of your own. It’s silly and unserious , but that’s what makes it more fun.

You both dance and laugh for what feels like forever, up until you grow tired and you’re unable to really move as much anymore. Seungmin notices this and takes it as an opportunity to die down the music and take a break himself. He rushed over to the stereo, playing music that was much more calming and less energetic. He rushes back over to where you stand on the flood, holding you in his arms as you both silently sway to the music. Your head rests on his chest while his chin is planted atop of your head. It’s quiet now, the loud energetic aura of the room quickly being replaced by a much calmer one.

You let out a soft sigh, “Thank you for this.” You say.

Seungmin hums, “For what?” He questions, and you chuckle. “For this — for taking the time to spend time with me. I know your schedules been busy.” You answer.

Seungmin hums again, this time it sounds more like he’s acknowledging what you’re saying. “I get it. But there’s nothing in this world that I would let take away these moments with you.” He murmurs, soft hands massaging circles your waist.

Seungmin has always been good to you, you know that, but it’s hard sometimes to fathom the fact that he actually does love you. He’s an idol and you’re just a regular person who works in finance, what makes you so special? Almost like a mind reader, he taps a finger on your waist. “What’s the matter? I can hear your thoughts from here.”

You sigh, nuzzling your face in his chest, afraid of having to expose your vulnerable thoughts to him. After a few seconds you swallow that harsh lump in your throat and try to explain.

“It’s just that… You could have anyone in this world, someone more famous and beautiful , and … for some reason you chose me?” You quietly say, face red and burning with embarrassment.

Seungmin doesn’t say anything for a moment, and for a second you feel as if you’ve ruined a good moment with your bad thoughts. You pull away from him, a sympathetic expression on your face.

“I’m sorry Min- I didn’t mean to ruin the moo-“ You begin, but you’re not even done with your apology before he’s dragging you to who knows where. You don’t even register what’s happening until he drags you towards a mirror. There, you see yourself , all of yourself, with a soft smiling Seungmin right behind you.

“You want to know why I chose you?” He softly asks, pressing his body behind you as he keeps you faced towards the mirror, forced to stare at yourself.

“I chose you because I love the way you take care of me.” He murmurs into your ear, his fingers rubbing circles into your waist. “I love the way you listen and respect me.” He continues.

The sight in the mirror is nothing but intimate and beautiful. The man whom you love was holding you, rocking you gently as he kissed your neck with each word, holding you oh so delicately to show how much you meant to him and so much more.

“I love you because you’re not afraid to be yourself, because you’re not afraid to love me despite all my flaws.” He says, and you can’t help but smile, melting into his touch. “I love you because you keep me together, and because you appreciate all that I do.” He continues to whisper. “Because you cheer me on, even when I’m far away.”

“But mainly.” He starts, placing a kiss on your neck. “Because.” kiss. “You’re.” Kiss. “You.” kiss. “And that’s all I could ever ask for.”

You hum in satisfaction of his words, feeling loved in ways you didn’t know were possible. You’re not sure if anyone will ever love you the way Seungmin does, but it doesn’t matter — because you’ll always know how it feels to be loved by him .. to experience love from him.

“I love you.”

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Older Boyfriend Jeongin

Tags: idol!jeongin, female!reader, hurt/comfort, emotional maturity, mild age gap, reader is early legal age, reader is NOT minor.

A/N : English is not my first language, and this is my first time writing something like this (idek what writing style is this the hell) but i hope you enjoy.

He’s known as the maknae on top. Everyone treats him a little differently. He gets to eat first, gets extra turns in games, and when he messes up, people just laugh it off.

They coddle him, tease him, ruffle his hair like he’s still the youngest of them all.

And most days, he doesn’t really mind.

But you know a different side of Jeongin. The one who doesn’t ask for special treatment. The one who doesn't act like the baby. The one who knows how to show up for someone. Quietly, consistently, like it’s second nature.

olderboyfriend!jeongin who doesn’t post you, doesn’t flaunt you. But always has a hair clip stuck in his bag strap, a playlist titled like a love letter, and an emoji that represents you in every description of his posts just so people know he's not single.

olderboyfriend!jeongin who never shows you to the world, but introduces you to his family and members with his arms around your waist, smiling so wide his eyes disappear into crescents.

olderboyfriend!jeongin who is not only say “i love you”, but adjusts your seatbelt, charges your phone, walks you to your door, carrying your purse around like second nature.

olderboyfriend!jeongin who plays tough with the members, rolls his eyes at their teasing, shoves Hyunjin off the couch for being too dramatic, but he lets you lie on his chest until his arm goes numb. Lets you take his hoodie even when it's his favorite. Lets you in.

olderboyfriend!jeongin who still gets shy around you sometimes. who bites the inside of his cheek when you compliment him, and pretends to scroll through his phone when your head rests on his shoulder.

olderboyfriend!jeongin who remembers the exact way you breathe when you're overwhelmed. who answers late-night calls with a voice low and steady, whispers “take your time” instead of “what’s wrong?”

olderboyfriend!jeongin who doesn’t talk over you when you’re mad. He waits, lets you finish every word, every sigh, every silence.

He doesn’t try to win.

He tries to understand.

So when you snap — sharp words, a crack in your voice, something bitter you instantly regret — he doesn’t flinch. doesn’t fight back.

He just looks at you with that quiet, steady gaze that makes you feel both too much and never too little.

Then he breathes in, slow and careful, like he's afraid anything louder might hurt you more.

"i know you didn’t mean all that," he says, voice low.

"but even if you did, i’m not going to stop showing up."

And maybe that’s what gets you.

Not the apology. not the patience.

But the fact that he stays.

Even when you push.

Even when you're not sure you deserve it.

He stays.

olderboyfriend!jeongin who listens quietly when you say sorry. who pulls you into a hug before you can say more, tucks your head into his chest and whispers, “we’re okay.”

olderboyfriend!jeongin who lets you be messy, sharp, complicated, whatever it is that shapes your personality — and never once makes you feel hard to love. Because he knows love isn’t about perfection.

It’s about staying. Even when it’s not easy.

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©radenajeng, June 2025.

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PART 25.

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series summary: you and chan get matched up on a forum for people who suffer with insomnia and spent most of your sleepless nights texting each other. neither of you expected to fall in love..

pairing: bang chan x reader

tags: smau, fluff, tooth rotting fluff

a/n: finally back with the smau ss, oh how I missed them haha, but don't worry I know you enjoyed the written parts, so I'll probably do some again ;)

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Is this what you call self-care?

idol!Felix × afab!Reader genre: fluff, slice of life, established relationship warning(s): usage of curse words, no beta we die like man an: i explain it here

It was a regular Saturday for you, waking up at 6 AM and feeling your boyfriend's arm around you. After you turn your alarm off, you turn to look at him, smiling. His long, blond hair fell into his angelic face. It is so hard to not say fuck it and stay in bed with Felix, but you—with the smallest of movements to not wake him—get out of bed, making your way to the bathroom to get ready. After you get yourself into some comfy stay-at-home-and-study clothes, you brew yourself a cup of coffee with some coconut milk.

You've been researching for your midterm paper for a while now. It wasn't the worst topic, but selecting what's important and what isn't is where you were hopeless.

After restarting it for the hundredth time, you heard movements from your bedroom. You peeked out of the study/gaming room to see Felix's tired face, which filled your heart with warmth. "Good morning, love. How did you sleep?" He looked back at you while he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. "I slept well until some gremlin left from next to me way too early this morning." A smile crept up his face, reaching out for your hand so he could pull you in for a hug. He kept you close with one hand, resting his face on your head while you hid in the crook of his neck. His sweet scent filling your nose. "How's your university work going?" you scrunch your face, not even wanting to think about the research and writing your essay. "Well, I read a lot, but I do not know where to begin or what things are the necessities to put into my paper." You felt yourself wanting to throw a tantrum like the 5-year-old who you are at heart. He kissed your forehead, then put his pinky out. "Okay, I have a trade offer; once you're halfway done, we can play on our farm together." Your eyes lit up. You've been pretty hooked on Stardew Valley for a while now, especially since the new update, and you got Felix to play with you on his days off. Sadly, they've been pretty busy with their comeback, so you couldn't hang out as much. He usually got home by the time you were asleep, and you went to class or to the library to learn before he woke up, since it was soon time for your final exams. You only have one year back from your university, and you don't want setbacks, so it is important to get a good grade. Your parents would be pleased as well since you flew to another city to learn specifically there, so you want to make them proud. You link your pinkies together to form an unbreakable promise. "Okay, but no distractions! If you want to play, please play in the living room; we both know I won't ever finish my assignment with you distracting me." He chuckles and nods his head in agreement. You happily made yourself another cup of coffee, then went back to the study to work on your task. You still cannot believe it that you somehow snagged such a perfect man: he is supportive, understands your concerns, and can always accept your compromises. He openly talks to you about how he feels and bravely tells you if something bothers or concerns him. You honestly can't believe these past couple years have been real.

You've made a bit of progress; it helped that you talked with your old dorm roommates—you moved in with Felix about half a year now; you two realized that it would be the easiest since you went over any given chance anyways. They gave some good suggestions. Once you caught up with each other, you four said your goodbyes, since all of you have a lot of work to get done by the end of this month. After some time, you smelled a sweet scent coming from the kitchen. The door opened before you could sneak out to have a peek. Felix brought in your favorite cookies; it was a mixture of his classic chocolate chip and your oatmeal cookies recipe. You two perfected it while he got some time off, and you didn't have school just yet. His brown eyes looked at you proudly behind the plate of cookies with milk in his other hand. "How's your progress, baby?" He bent down to give you a peck on the lips. You waited until he put the plate and the cup down, then patted the ground next to you, signaling for him to sit down. He didn't waste any seconds, and plopped right next to you, happy that he could sit beside his girlfriend. Felix didn't want to make you feel pressured; he just wants to spend as much time as possible with you before he has to go back to endless dance practice, content creation, etcetera. You both know he loves doing what he does, but it can get overwhelming sometimes. They got cussed out a lot for the smallest of things, getting bullied and going as far as getting death treats. He was grateful for being able to work his dream job, and he is also happy that you understand what this kind of life comes with.

Felix watched you type your thoughts out in your document and started to play with your hair, which made you relax instantly. You couldn't help but melt into his touch. You leaned onto his shoulder, feeling exhausted. "I am almost done with half of my assignment; I just need another page, but I feel like my brain cells are giving up on me." He chuckled, placing a kiss on your head. "You got this; I believe in you." He started giving kisses all around your face, which soothed your tired thoughts. Felix eventually kissed your lips; the kiss was sweet and made you feel like you're under the sun at the beginning of the spring. You reciprocated immediately, feeling as though time had stopped—no tasks, no school, no pressure—just you and him tangled together in a complete state of Nirvana. Before it could get heated, Lixie pulled away, holding you firmly, so he kept up his strenght to not distract you further. "Is it okay if I play Zelda while I lay in your lap?" You saw a hint of pink on his face, making you smile. "Well, I am close to finishing it, so why not? I don't think it can cause any harm." Felix got up excitedly to get his switch with his headphones. He laid down and got comfortable, then started playing his game. He has been quite into it lately. The game was beautiful, and there were a lot of things to do. The excitement in him got you into playing it, asking for his help in some harder situations.

When you got done with half of your paper, you looked down and saw a sleeping Felix with a gaming console on the ground next to him. He looked so peaceful like this: his pink lips parted, his eyelashes casting shadows on his face, and his freckles painting constellations onto his features. You can't help but start connecting the dots on his face with your fingers, making his eyes flutter as he awakens. "What are you doing, gorgeous?" You lean down to kiss him as a response. You feel like you're going to explode with all the feelings inside your chest. "I am done with half of my paper; I didn't want to wake you, sorry." You pout just a little, earning a smile as he reaches for your face to caress it. "That's my good girl. Are you ready for some farming time?" You nod, knowing that you're going to end up either playing until the sun gets up again or none at all and will end up cuddling in bed.

You two made some lunch and plopped down besides each other. Your desks have been set against one another, his PC taking up one desk while yours is cluttered by notes and books for your university courses; you just keep pushing it back each time you take your laptop out instead of organizing it. Felix tried to reason with you or help with that mess, but that's how you were, looking unorganized yet knowing exactly what is where, always on point. That's what your grades always reflect: perfect or almost perfect scores, even though you procrastinate until the last minute. He smiled to himself, knowing how he and the boys wished they had this superpower.

You put on your two's favorite chill playlist and booted up the game. We made a lot of progress, stopping to occasionally show physical affection for each other or taking a quick bathroom or snack break. I didn't even notice how the time flied until you looked down on your watch, seeing that it had passed five a.m. "Yongbok, we have a problem. Have you checked the time?" He has been so into the game that he almost looked up into the corner to see the in-game time, realizing that this might become a problem in the future. "Oh shit, I didn't notice when it got this late. I mean, I am going to be okay; I won't work for a couple of days now, but when do you need to send this assignment in?" he asked, knowing damn well that you have a habit of sending in your tasks with one minute left on the clock, giving him a scare. One time, Chan got to see your study progress and felt his soul leave his body. He still remembers how he and Han watched how their leader scolded you about your academics and your attitude towards your learning, painting a picture of an overworked father lecturing his rebellious daughter, who—no matter what she's doing—will always be his treasure. It never got said out loud, but you became the younger sister of the group, with all the older members looking out for your happiness and safety. And Felix isn't sure that if you two ever break up—which, let's face it, is highly unlikely—he wouldn't get the shorter stick and wouldn't get scolded.

Once you two saved and logged off for the day, got ready for bed, you snuggled close to each other leaving sweet kisses on one another, fighting the strong urge to sleep. When he heard your breathing change, he knew that you were fast asleep, what he waited for all along. It makes him happy and calm, knowing you are asleep. He pressed a light kiss on your forehead.

"Good night, my love," and with that, he dozed off to sleep as well.

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Until You Fall Asleep

idol!bangchan x f!reader

word count: 0,7k

genre: fluff/comfort

warnings: some people might not like the petname "Babygirl"

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Bang Chan was on his way home after a long day at the studio, finally he could come back to his beautiful girlfriend that he missed all day. When he finally entered their shared home, the smell of something being cooked filler his nostrils. He peeked into the kitchen and there he saw his angel working on something delicious by the stove. The idol sneaked up the you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Hi babygirl" he murmured into your neck "What'cha making there?" You continued stirring the food not looking up from the pan. "Just some Kimchi Bokkeumbap." (i'm obsessed it's SO good🙏) You responded trying to sound normal but your voice cracking a little.

Chan ofc being the observant person he is, noticed the way your voice missed it's usual cheerful tone. He turned you around and looked into your tired eyes. "Oh Angel what happened?" He gently asked, pressing little kisses on your forehead. You burried your face into his chest before murmuring, "Idk Channie nothing really happened i just feel so lazy today, i don't even wanna smile."

Bangchan hummed at your response, "How about you take a relaxing bath while i finish cooking and when you get back we can have a lazy evening, hm? Sounds good Babygirl?" He asked running his hands up and down your back. You pulled away suddenly, "Nonono baby, you just came back from work, YOU go take a bath and I finish cooking." Your boyfriend pouted at your words, "Pleasee Angel, let me take care of you tonight, pleaseee." He looked at you with begging eyes, a move you couldn't resist. You rolled your eyes "Ugh fine fine i'll go wash up." Chan kissed your cheek before he took over the pan and continued adding more ingredients and stiring food.

Meanwhile, you entered the bathroom grabbing some bath salts and oils to make it more relaxing, you You turned on the water and while you waited, you put on some cozy songs. When you exited the bathroom the smell of Kimchi Bokkeumbap instntly filled the air. The idol pulled your chair back in a fancy way. Both of you sat down and started eating. "So? Wanna tell me a bit more bout your day, Babygirl?" He asked between bites. You looked up at him smiling before answering, "Not really Channie, nothing happened today, but i wanna hear about your day." "Hmm well you know, the usual day at the studio, we're working on a few new songs with Hannie and Binnie, ordered food, we decided to leave early today tho cause we were all really tired." He desribed his day.

You finish eating while sharing random things that happened recently. Bangchan put the dirty dishes in the sink before picking you up and walking to the bathroom with you in his arms to set you down on the marbel counter. "Mkay so we have your cozy pj's" He started while helping you change into them, "And now we're gonna do your skin care okay sweetheart?" He kissed your cheek. You nodded already getting sleepy. "Babygirl don't fall asleep on me yet", he reacted with a chuckle.

First he removed all your makeup before using a gentle tonic, then he put your moisturiser and night serum on. "Now that my Angel is all done, let's get her into bed, shall we?" Chan picked you up again and made his way to your bedroom and tucked you into bed. Before you had a chance to pull him beside, he got up and was about to walk out but you grabbed his hand making him look at you.

"Channieee don't leave please." You whined drowsily, "Baby i need to wash the dishes" he insisted. "We can do that tommorow please, you know it's hard for me to sleep without you." You looked up at him with puppy eyes and Chan melted at the spot, he sighed "Okay I guess i can make an exeption for my love." He finally got under the covers with you and wrapped you in his arms with your head on his chest. "Now my beautiful Babygirl can fall asleep peacefully." You hummed in approval before drifting into slumber.

Hi again kittens!!! A huge thank you to the person who requested this, i hope i did a good job on this and y'all enjoy this short ff

~Kitty

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a house we build | chapter 2: gene pool entanglement

pairing: established!Minsung x fem!reader

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word count: 1461

warnings: MDNI, smut, creampies, unprotected sex (duh)

You move in on a Thursday.

You don’t bring much with you. It feels more like a retreat than anything else, quiet, sprawling, strangely peaceful for a home owned by two world-famous idols. The property is surrounded by trees and tall gates, but the inside is warm. Wooden floors, wide windows, the smell of something sweet simmering in the kitchen.

The guest room isn’t a guest room at all. It’s yours now, with a full closet, a brand-new mattress, blackout curtains. There’s a card on the nightstand written in Jisung’s handwriting. Welcome home (for now, unless you want to stay forever lol).

Jisung carries your suitcase in and promptly trips over the threshold. "Sorry," he mutters, face flushed. "Bad omen, right? Should I try again?"

Minho rolls his eyes and plucks the bag from his hand. "You’re going to scare her off."

You smile, small and genuine. "No, it’s okay. It feels… nice. Just strange."

"Strange is fair," Jisung says. "Weird and nice can coexist. That’s, like, our entire marriage."

Minho snorts. "Speak for yourself. I’m extremely normal."

"That's not what you said in 2 kids room" you laugh. It feels too easy, dangerously easy.

Jisung's the one who shows you around the house, too. He talks with his hands, bumbling through stories about the different rooms, the backyard garden, the espresso machine Minho doesn’t let him touch unsupervised.

Minho walks behind you both, quiet and sharp-eyed, the way he always is. He doesn’t speak unless he has to. But when you reach for the banister going upstairs, he’s the one who steadies you with a hand on your lower back.

The night moves slow after that.

There’s takeout and tea. A movie no one watches. Your things sit unpacked. It’s strange, like everything else: not romantic, but intimate. Like a sleepover you shouldn’t be at. Like a marriage you were dropped into halfway through.

It’s not discussed again, not explicitly, the arrangement, the act.

It just… happens.

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The night is strange. No one says it, but it hovers thick in the silence. This is the part that’s supposed to be clean, quick. Just biology. But there’s no doctor. No equipment. Just you and them. And nerves, humming sharp and high under your skin.

They give you time to shower. You come out in a robe someone left folded at the end of the bed, soft, fresh. Your hands twist in the fabric, and Jisung stares at the floor like it might swallow him whole.

“This is so weird,” he mutters.

Minho’s mouth twitches. “Weirder things have made families.”

“I guess.” Jisung looks up at you. “But also… kind of perfect?”

You nod. Something catches in your throat. There’s no plan. You end up in Minho’s room, bigger bed, darker curtains. The air smells like cedar and sage. No one moves at first.

Jisung kisses you first. His lips are warm, a little dry, but sweet. Gentle. Shaky. You feel his nervousness in the way he keeps breaking away, like he’s trying to check your face for fear, for hesitation. His hands come up to cradle your face, then immediately drop like he doesn’t trust himself.

“This is so weird,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “But also kinda… perfect?”

You nod. You can’t find your voice.

Minho doesn’t touch you until you’re already in bed, but when he does, it’s decisive. One hand curls around your waist from behind, pulling you closer to where he’s kneeling. He presses his nose to your hair, breath warm against your neck.

“You’re sure?” he murmurs.

You whisper yes.

Minho is focused. Deliberate. Everything he does feels intentional, like he’s not just trying to get you pregnant but trying to make you feel good, trying to remember every part of it. He kisses your throat, your shoulder, your breast, then leans back to look at you fully bare.

"You’re doing something beautiful," he says, fingertips ghosting over your stomach. "Let us make it feel that way."

Jisung exhales like he’s been holding it in all day.

He’s more nervous than Minho. His hands shake when he pushes your legs open. But he never stops talking, praise tumbling out of him like it’s the only thing grounding him.

“So fucking pretty,” he whispers, sinking to his knees. “You smell so good. You’re gonna take us so well, aren’t you?”

You whimper when his tongue brushes you, and he groans against your folds like it’s too much for him. He eats you out with something close to worship, slow, messy licks, his nose nudging your clit just right. His hands stay on your thighs, trembling, then stroking, then gripping.

Minho watches from behind you, running his fingers down your spine like he’s memorizing the shape. You can feel his erection pressed against your hip, hard through his sweats, but he doesn’t move yet. He just whispers, "Relax, Jagi. You’re safe here."

It makes you tremble.

Jisung pulls back, chin wet, lips swollen, he smiles, bashful, but cocky. “She’s ready,” he tells Minho. “I got her nice and soft for you.”

Minho raises an eyebrow. “That’s not how anatomy works.”

“Shut up, I’m being romantic.”

You giggle through your haze of arousal.

Minho presses a kiss to your shoulder, then reaches down to guide himself to your entrance. He goes slow, achingly, carefully slow, but even so, you feel the stretch, the unfamiliar fullness. His hips press flush to yours, and he just… stays there for a moment, trembling with restraint.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re-” He stops himself, jaw flexing. “First time I’ve ever…”

You turn your head. “With a woman?”

He nods, kissing the shell of your ear.

“But I’ve fucked Ji before,” he says softly, pulling out halfway before sliding back in.

“Hey,” Jisung huffs from where he’s propped on an elbow beside you. “You don’t have to tell all our secrets.”

“You’re loud when you come,” Minho murmurs, deadpan.

Jisung flushes pink and grins anyway. “You like it.”

You’re moaning through the pressure now, the fullness of Minho rocking into you. He moves deep and slow, gripping your hips like he’s holding on for dear life. His cock drags inside you thick and careful, each thrust brushing that soft, needy spot that makes your toes curl.

Jisung kisses you again. His hand slips between your legs, fingers circling your clit. “We’ve got you,” he breathes. “We’re doing it right, right?”

You nod, dizzy.

They’re not perfect, they’re clumsy, awkward, a little too tender, but it’s overwhelming in the best way. Like... Like a beginning.

Minho loses rhythm first. You feel it in the way his hips falter, the way he groans against your neck and presses his forehead to your shoulder.

“I’m close,” he mutters. “I’m gonna- fuck!”

“Do it,” you whisper. “Come on. Come inside.”

He moans, one deep, broken sound, and thrusts in hard one last time. He stills deep in your cunt and spills with a shudder, thick and hot and pulsing.

You clench around him without meaning to.

Jisung groans at the sight. “My turn?”

Minho pulls out, slowly, and you feel his spend drip out before Jisung’s already moving between your legs.

“Shit,” he breathes. “That’s so hot.”

He doesn’t tease, he can’t. He’s already leaking when he pushes in, a wet squelch of cum and needs making him hiss through his teeth, you whine at the overstimulation. He fucks you faster than Minho, less patient, all desperation and want.

You pull him in by the neck and kiss him hard. He whines into your mouth. “Gonna knock you up,” he babbles. “Gonna be so fucking full of us.”

You tighten around him, and he shudders, breath hitching.

“Fuck- fuck! I’m coming, baby, I’m-”

He jerks forward and spills deep inside you, twitching and gasping as he fills you to the brim. His hips keep moving, little aftershocks, and his arms curl around you so tight it hurts.

You lie in silence.

Your thighs are sticky. The air smells like sweat and sex and something bigger.

Minho kisses your hair. Jisung’s fingers trace lazy circles on your belly.

You fall asleep like that, tangled, aching, full. In the morning, you don’t talk about what it meant.

Three weeks later, you throw up into the sink and cry at a cat video.

You call the clinic and schedule the test.

And one baby, healthy, growing, none of you ask who the father is.

Because it doesn’t matter.

They both look at you like it’s theirs. Like you’re theirs.

Jisung hugs you too tightly when the doctor confirms it. Minho touches your stomach like it already means something. And even though the process is barely beginning, you already feel it in your chest.This isn’t just a job.

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hihihi!! saw those leeknow links and they were a lil crazy.. if it isnt a bother, could you make more? thank you !! :3

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taking the brat out of you by roughly fucking you .

playing with him in the car . .

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i’m with you anyways (h)

[HYUNGLINE] straykidsx!f!reader when you cancel on them last minute… (shark week 😉)

maknae line

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thinking about getting on my knees and grinding on channie’s boot or him pressing it against me maybe even kicking a few times 🥺

OMG I LOVE THIS?!;&:@/@/ i’m totally normal ab this i swear >< but ok so i’m imagining like idol!chan x stylist where there’s a power imbalance between you but you’re willing to do anything to keep this job sofkdkss ok i’ll shut up let’s get into it cw: dubcon, power imbalance, heavy degradation, mean dom!chan (guys pls remember that this is fiction and this doesn’t represent the real him in any shape or form !!)

working as a stylist for one of the major big 3 companies meant you were constantly surrounded by artists, bright, fluorescent lights that are almost headache inducing, long hours— and the quiet pressure of keeping your pathetic crush on chan buried under the guise of professionalism. usually, he made it hard in the worst way with his sweet voice and soft glances, teasing you without even trying, rolling up his sleeves while making small talk that made you weak in the knees.

but today? he wouldn’t even meet your eyes.

he was dead silent, face stone-cold while you touched up his outfit, muscles tense beneath your fingers as you fixed the hem of his blazer. and when you finally dared to speak, something innocent, like asking if he needed anything, he looked at you like you’d just snapped a thread inside him.

“come with me.” his voice was sharp, hand clamping around your wrist, tight enough to sting. you barely had time to react before he’s dragging you down the hallway, past the set, and into one of the vacant storage rooms, filled with racks of old stage outfits and mirror-lined walls. he kicked the door shut behind you and locks it.

you stood there frozen as he looked you up and down, his eyes dark, breath uneven. unsure of whether to speak in fear of agitating him even more. obviously he didn’t come in here to “chat” but you were still confused on what his intentions were.

“you always look at me like that,” he says through gritted teeth, “like you’re just begging to get fucked stupid right in the middle of hair and makeup.”

your lips parted out of shock by his words, but nothing came out. you couldn’t deny it. he could see it written all over your face.

that’s when he grabbed your jaw roughly, forcing you to look him in the eye. his thumb brushed your lip, but there was nothing tender about it.

“you wanna help me take the edge off?” he cocks his head to the side. “then shut up and do exactly as i say.”

before you could even protest, he stepped back and shoved his boot between your legs. the toe of it hitting your inner thigh, parting them with unrelenting force.

“now ride it.” he orders, “make yourself cum on my fucking shoe.”

you whimpered, thighs trembling already. the leather was stiff, unforgiving— and so wrong, so dirty, you felt the rush of heat to your face instantly.

but you did as you were told.

hands bracing on his thighs for anchorage, you ground your soaked cunt against the toe of his boot, your panties already sticking to you, the seam pressing between your folds. the boot’s laced ridges rubbed against your sensitive clit as you rocked forward, desperate and aching.

“fuck,” you breathed, forehead dropping to his chest. “fuck, chan—”

the polished leather curved between your thighs, pressing perfectly against your swollen bundle of nerves with each desperate roll of your hips. you weren’t supposed to like it. you weren’t supposed to moan like this. your body grinding shamelessly on the leather boot of the man whom you thought could do no harm.

chan was watching intently. breathing hard. staring at you like you were some pathetic, messy thing meant solely for his pleasure.

“what a slut,” he murmured, looking down at you like you were so beneath him. “look at you. getting off on my fucking boot. where’s that pretty pride now, huh?”

you whimpered as you rutted against it, slick coating the exterior, thighs twitching with every stroke over your throbbing cunt.

“chan… please—”

“you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” he hissed, yanking your hair so your back arched deeper. “you wanna cum like this? fuck yourself dumb on the same shoes i wear to practice?”

you weakly nodded, hips stuttering with need.

“then earn it,” he snarled, his boot suddenly pulled back, just enough to make your clit miss the pressure. your body jerks at the sudden loss. “i wanna see you ruin yourself on it. cry if you have to. fucking beg.”

and you did.

whining. pleading. hot tears spilling from your eyes as you rode his boot again, rocking your cunt down on the solid leather, against the worn toe cap like it was the only thing that could make you feel human again.

“you thinking about sitting on it?” he mocked, his voice sickly sweet, “bet you’d take it too. bet i could make you cum just from this, without ever touching my cock.”

you sobbed, fingers clawing at his thigh, humping more erratically now, chasing a high you couldn’t quite reach.

but of course, chan wouldn’t let you.

he kicked forward— enough to make your hips jolt, letting out an elongated sigh.

“c’mon,” he coaxed. “be a good little toy. show me how much you love humiliating yourself for me.”

your body spasmed, right on the edge. orgasm hitting you like a wave of fire, and you screamed his name, shaking and twitching as slick gushed down your thighs, coating the laces of his boot with a luminous shine. you collapsed, body quaking, chest heaving, feeling disgusted with yourself yet too lost in pleasure.

he just laughs, speaking to you in the same condescending tone he’s been doing all day.

“good girl,” he whispered, crouching beside you as you lay there spent. “we’ll shine them with your mouth next time.”

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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.

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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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