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jw...is jisung a bias? love your jisung fics sm 💕

Hi nonny! I hope you're well. Thank you for this sweet message!

IDK if you'd be surprised but Jisung isn't a bias or bias wrecker. When I received some requests for Jisung fics, the writing process was easy to create a story around and so it's easy to think of situations for Jisung and his girlfriend.

Maybe it's because the Jisung readers are so enthusiastic <3 I'm glad to hear you enjoy the Jisung fics

Love, CC

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Cramped Spaces 5

Pairing: Jisung x Femme Reader | [Y/N]

Genre: Alternate Universe - Non-Idol NCT, One Shot, Smut, Sequel Fic, Tight Spaces

Summary: Jisung only has time for one minute of bliss in the bathroom with his girlfriend Cramped Spaces 1 | Cramped Spaces 2 | Cramped Spaces 3 | Cramped Spaces 4

Word count: 1.6k

Rating/Warnings: Not Beta Read, Drug Usage (Alcohol and Marijuana) Mature Sexual Themes and Explicit Sexual Material: Blow Job, Bathroom Sex at a House Party

If any mature/sexual themes involving Jisung makes you uncomfortable please do not read or interact.

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY

Author’s Note: I didn't think this sequel would happen (much less so quickly!) but when I heard Yugyeom's "One Minute" I immediately was inspired to write this piece.

Apologies in advance for any mistakes and I hope I did justice to the fantasy to everyone who's checked this series out!

Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions

He was drunk. Low growl against her ear as he bent forward, fingers warming her back. His dark tendrils covered his eyes.

Boozy kisses laced with weed and tobacco as his long fingers groped her ass. Letting her press him up against the sink as she gripped onto his arms.

Body hot - senses numb - as the bass beats outside were reverberating into the dimly lit bathroom, only one buzzing bulb left working. Soon to die - but it was enough light for her to admire Jisung’s flushed cheeks, bottom lip darkened red as he bit down on it. Large hands kneading her ass.

He pulled her in for another kiss, one hand touching her neck. She moaned into his lips. Grasping onto his hair as his hands roamed to her hips. He pushed her up against the wall, standing up straight to hover over her.

A loud knock on the bathroom door broke her out of Jisung’s intoxicating haze, his body firm - burning up like a space heater on full blast. She shook her head, letting go of his hair.

Jisung seemed to not have heard the knock, refusing to look away from her. Her mind flared hot blank as Jisung pressed his hips against her, making his hardening cock rub against the lower side of her belly. Clit throbbing as his cock pulsed against her.

“So hot,” she breathed against his lips, hands cupping his cheeks so he’d keep his eyes on her. Looking ready to ruin her with his eyebrows furrowed, grip on her hips firm. “I love your cock Jisung.”

Another knock. They both jumped - Jisung groaned, body pressing her up against the wall. His cock radiating harder against her. Even through his joggers and her dress she felt it burn up.

“Jisung! We gotta leave!” Chenle shouted, knocking harder. The low voiced rapping from the speakers outside with the 808 beats became louder as Jisung kissed her lips. Fingers kneading her left breast, under her bra. “You take too long, and I'm leaving you here!”

The music continued to shake the walls as she broke their kiss, moaning as he pinched her nipple. His dirty musk blending in with his expensive Byredo perfume, making her dizzy.

She pushed his hands off of her before kissing him. Her hand pressing against his hot cock. Tongue shoving into his mouth as he rested against the sink counter.

Feeling his body shaking against her as she stroked him through his clothes. Her pussy ached knowing how hard he was. She immediately pulled Jisung’s joggers and boxer down to his ankles as she got onto her knees, wanting to look at his cock.

Kicking off her cheap open toe heels, shivering as the cool tiles were hard against her knees. Mouth watering as the smooth woodsy musk of his perfume rushed up her sinuses. Feeling his body tremble, mouth wanting to taste her boyfriend’s cock.

The music stalled - her ears flooded with his soft moan as she planted a wet kiss against the top of his happy trail. Tongue gliding down his trimmed pubes, saliva wetting his skin - new high tempo rap song reverberating with her oversensitive nerves.

“I can make you come in one minute,” she said, hand wrapping around his wet stiffening cock. Pressing a kiss against the underside of his shaft. Eyes fighting to remain open as his musk infiltrated her nose. “Jisung, let Chenle know we only need one minute.”

He grunted, hands reaching out to touch the top of her head. Eyes wide - lips parted - as he fought not to blink. Watching her looking up at him, his long wet cock in her hands.

His heavy pants - his chest heaving - sent heat rushing down to her clit. Wiggling her hips as she craved for his cock. She planted kisses all along his shaft, sucking on his tip before her kisses went down to his balls. Fingers continually stroking him, making sure he was hard.

Eyes locked with his, she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock when she made her way back up. Nipples aching as his perfume’s scent overtook the marijuana smoke they’d created.

Heat riding up her back as his eyebrows furrowed, looking desperate with his mouth hanging open. Grimaces cutting in as he fought hard not to blink - staring at his girlfriend sucking his cock.

Waiting for him to shut his eyes - gentle suck on the tip inside her mouth to get his hips to buck - before she wrapped her mouth around his precum covered tip. Hollowing her cheeks as she took in more of Jisung’s cock.

All she saw was his milky, smooth neck as he had his face tilted up toward the ceiling. Stomach flexing with shaking thighs as he grunted, hands at the top of her head.

Humming as her left hand massaged his ballsack, feeling his cock wiggle when she tugged on it. Bobbing her head back and forth, consumed with Jisung’s addictive scent overtaking her senses. Throat hot and stretched as his cock filled her up.

Jaw hurting as she kept her mouth open to keep sucking Jisung’s throbbing cock. Pussy aching - hips wiggling - as she sucked up his precum and her saliva. Keeping his tip down her throat, shoving against her tonsils. Body throbbing as the heat of his cock lit up her fleshy throat.

A loud knock on the bathroom door made Jisung grab her hair hard as he stood up straight. Her groan was muffled by his cock shoved down her throat, scalp burning as Jisung loosened his hold.

She coughed as he let her go, his cock leaving the warmth of her mouth and throat. Eyes burning - vision slightly blurry - she kept her hands on his cock. Stroking him as he looked over at the locked door. Golden knob jingling before another loud knock shook the pastel blue painted door.

“Jisung! Are you almost done?” Chenle’s voice was raised a few notes - ringing loudly as the music died. His huff was audible as his boots began to stomp away. “I’m about to leave bro!”

A new bass beat began blaring, loud chatter joining the wall-shaking music. Jisung moaned as she flicked her tongue up against his precum covered tip.

Wanting more of the briny taste of his cum. Sucking in more of him as her left hand palmed his balls. Wet with sweat and the mess dribbling out of the corners of her mouth.

“One minute!” Jisung’s eyes were shut, brows furrowed. Mouth wide open as he breathed in shallow breaths. Fingers curled into her hair as he grasped onto her firm, burning her scalp in sweet pain. Her clit throbbed as he thrust against her mouth, her left hand grabbing his flexing thigh for leverage. Throat and nose stuffed with her ears ringing. “One minute!”

Coming up for air, she gagged. Spitting up her saliva onto his cock. Collecting it into her fists as she stroked Jisung fast. Eyes burning and wet as she blinked the tears away.

Breathing loudly through her mouth - throat feeling stretched, burning as the heat of his cock faded. The only thing she tasted and smelt was his alluring perfume. Salty precum blending in tartly as she swallowed.

“Come in my mouth Jisung,” she whispered against his cherry red mushroomed head. “I’ll swallow it. Please, Jisung, give me your cum.”

His hips shook - a low moan coming out of him - as she licked and kissed his shaft, moving up toward the tip. Mouth enveloping his mushroomed head, she sucked as her hands pumped his cock. He released her hair, one hand cupping her chin. Loud chest shaking grunt as his hot cum burst into her mouth.

Palm resting flat at the top of her head, he breathed heavily through his mouth. Hissing before he tried to quiet his moan. Her hands warmed up, caressing his sweaty hips and thighs as his muscles tensed and relaxed, flexing as he came down from his orgasm.

Quietly, she swallowed his cum - creamy hot fluid sliding down her throat. Tongue flicking his tip before tasting more of his salty, musky cum.

Knees numb, jaw feeling like it’d come undone. A pinch at her lower back as she inhaled the scent of Jisung’s addictive musk. Standing up with his help as he kissed her cheek.

“Thanks babe,” he said before planting another kiss on her neck. “We’ll continue this once we get home.”

Wordlessly, she hugged him. Nodding as they shared bashful grins. Body radiating - pussy wet and aching - as she let him go. Knowing they’d been in the bathroom for a little longer than a minute.

Trying so hard not to think about what Jisung would do to her neglected pussy later. She looked away from his long fingers ripping toilet paper. He cleaned up before pulling his loose white cotton joggers back on.

She gargled her mouth with clear mint mouthwash she found inside the medicine cabinet. Wincing when she spat the spicy stuff down the sink. Finally looking in the mirror to fix her hair and makeup.

Not bad considering she’d given Jisung the sloppiest blowjob yet. She just needed to wipe up her eyes - faded kohl the only makeup left. She dabbed on some lip oil before brushing the flyaway tangles Jisung created when he’d grabbed her hair. Adjusting her top back into place before Jisung took her hand and they exited the bathroom together.

“This party is boring,” Haechan said, meeting them at the opening to the kitchen. Eyes bloodshot and heavily hooded. Knuckles turning white as he gripped the nearly empty glass bottle in his left hand. Tilting his head back as he drained it. “Chenle’s already out the door. Where have you two been?”

“We were away for just one minute,” Jisung said, holding her hand firm as he led them out the front door.

--- Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think! 📮

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Hey CC, I recently thought about Promise of a Duke and read it again (though this isn’t the first time I’m re-reading it cause it’s so good!!) I’m not sure if you’re still active on here, but just wanted to drop by and say that I’ll miss your writing! I’ll hold out on the hope that maybe one day, there’s a possibility that you’ll post fics again. Until then, wishing you success and happiness in your life! <3

Aww hi friend! I'm sorry I'm responding to this so late. I'm sorry for my lack of activity. My life has been busy, so it's been difficult to dedicate time to my writings in a way I envision writing them and releasing them. I'm so sorry to hold you in suspense! I can't make any promises about fic releases...I - by sheer coincidence! - just posted a Jisung fic. It was a fun little exercise that I didn't think I'd post but I found time to fit it in, so here we are!

I hope you're well and your message really warmed my heart! I wish success and joy in your life too! You are very sweet and I am flattered you enjoy my fics!

-Love, CC 💚

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Cramped Spaces 4

Pairing: Jisung x Femme Reader | [Y/N]

Genre: Alternate Universe - Non-Idol NCT, One Shot, Smut, Sequel Fic, Tight Spaces, Stuck In The Closet Together

Summary: It doesn't matter how they got locked in Jaemin's coat closet. Jisung has to keep her warm because Jaemin's house is freezing! Cramped Spaces 1 | Cramped Spaces 2 | Cramped Spaces 3 | AO3 *Cramped Spaces 5*

Word count: 1.2k

Rating/Warnings: Not Beta Read, Mature Sexual Themes and Explicit Sexual Material: Heavy Petting, Grinding, Thigh Riding, Just the Tip, Unprotected Sex, Cum Play, Multiple Orgasms, **Spoiler Warning*: Getting Caught in the Act**

If any mature/sexual themes involving Jisung makes you uncomfortable please do not read or interact.

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY

Author’s Note: This fic was written to get me through some cold days. 💚Stay warm CZennies in cold places! I can't recall if anyone made a request for a sequel to the Cramped Spaces series but this is dedicated to the Jisung readers💚

Apologies in advance for any mistakes and I hope I did justice to the fantasy to everyone who's checked this series out!

Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions

She was trapped inside Jaemin’s coat closet. Fingers grasping around the wall, hoping to find a light switch. Left elbow hitting something firm with a dull thunk. Pain shot up to her shoulder.

“Ow! That’s my back,” Jisung hissed. Low baritone grumbling right behind her as she rubbed her tender elbow. “Not my fault we’re locked in here.”

“Um yeah it is. You said it doesn’t lock from the inside so you left the key on the handle.”

“I don’t know how Jaemin’s labyrinth of a house works! He said to use the key to unlock it. Why did you want to come in here in the first place?”

“So it’s my fault we’re stuck in here?”

“Geez - what the fuck!” His long arm covered his eyes when she finally found the light switch. “He has a light in his closet?”

“Jaemin’s fancy.” She pulled down at the hem of her dress, covering her shivering knees. “Will Jaemin be home soon?”

Jaemin had to be old money. She pulled her white faux fur coat over her pastel pink knit sweater dress. His entire house was freezing cold. Even her thermal leggings could feel the chill seeping in. At least her triple layered socks kept her toes warm.

“He’s not replying to my texts.”

“Call him.”

Jisung sighed, resting his back against the door. What little space they had in the closet wasn’t much, but shoving the coats and jackets aside gave them some room to move. She readjusted to stand between his legs.

Bowing his head, pocketing his phone, he sighed.

“He’s not picking up. Guess we’ll have to wait in here until he comes home.” His eyes followed her, lifting his head, as she pulled her coat tight around her body, buttoning up.

“I’m shorter so I can stand against the back wall.” Her words sounded muffled, having been absorbed by Jaemin’s collection of wool jackets and cardigan sweaters. His forehead shone as he stood directly under the bright light bulb. “I’m in the shadows and you stand in the light.”

He guffawed, hands reaching out to grab her hips. Standing up straight, he pulled her up against him, hands slipping down her back. Cupping her ass under her dress.

“Let me warm you up,” he said, grin widening at the left side of his mouth. His long veiny fingers pinching her fleshy cheeks. Pushing her up against him. Right knee tucked between her thighs. “I’m sorry I got us stuck in here babe.”

“I’m still a little cold.” His hands roamed up to rest at the small of her back, and she muffled a moan as his thigh lifted up and flexed against her cunt. Back of her hand covering her mouth. “Jisung.”

“Trying to keep you warm,” he insisted, leaning down to kiss her neck. “Cold and shivering, let me take care of you.”

Hands cupping his face into her palms, she pulled him in for a kiss. Tongues pushing back and forth, her fingers raked through his hair as his hands roamed up and down her ass, under her dress.

Releasing his lips, she moaned as he bounced her up and down, heat growing between her legs. It was enough to encourage him to unbuckle his belt, unzip his jeans.

They kissed, his moans sucked up into her lips, as she wrapped her hand around his cock, under his boxers. He moaned again into her mouth as she stroked him. Hot cock writhing in her fist.

“Jisung!”

His fingers tugged her leggings down, past her thighs and down to her knees, forcing her back to the door. Pushing up against her folds, thumb flicking her growing clit.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

“Just the tip, no condom.”

They moaned together as he rubbed his tip up against her clit. Her whole body shook - heat rushing deep into her core. Her vision turned red, eyes rolling to the back of her head as he flicked his tip against her clit. Wet hot cock sending pleasure coursing through her body.

“Ji-jisung!” Her hips thrust against his cock’s motions. Her juices pouring out, covering his cock, soaking up into his pants and her stockings. “I’m s-so sorry!”

“Fuck.” His lips warmed hers. Chuckle against the crook of her neck. His fingers unfastened her coat’s buttons, pulling her coat off her shoulders. “What are you sorry for?”

“Coming all over you. I made a mess.”

She mewled, fingers fisting the fabric of his hoodie as he stroked his cock’s tip against her clit again. Eyes shut as her neck and chest flared up like the sun beaming down on her on a hot summer day.

“Just the tip, babe.” His kisses on her cheeks warmed her. “You’re so hot.”

His breaths were shallow as his tip slipped into her wet hole. Giving her heat that tingled deep into her belly. But lacking the weight and stretch of his cock invading her insides. Pleasure and torture intertwined as a couple of whiny moans came out of him.

“Fuck-you’re so hard.” She moaned, hand slipping down to massage his balls. Wet and smooth, they warmed up in her hand. “I wanna help you too.”

He groaned, thumbs meeting at the hood of her clit. Soft pads massaging her swollen nub. Sending heat deep into her core. Her whole body shook as she fell against Jisung. Cunt squeezing down on his tip. Orgasm washing over her as her face flared up.

His lips were over hers. Tongue parting her lips with one hand on her neck. Humming a soft groan into her mouth.

His hot cum dribbled over her panties and stockings. Landing onto his bare skin and pants. Shy grin appearing as they pulled apart. Her whole body shook. Knees and ankles feeling ready to fall apart as she stood on her feet. Hands grasping onto the front of Jisung’s unzipped hoodie.

Cold air rushed into their hot box as the door swung open behind Jisung.

Jaemin’s eyes were wide open as he made eye contact with her before looking at Jisung - his head whipping around to see his hyung staring at the young couple caught up in their post-coital glow. His mouth was closed. Jaws clenched.

Wordlessly, Jaemin shut the door. She pulled her panties and stockings up, making sure her dress was down covering her ass and thighs. He fumbled to buckle his belt back on before zipping up his pants.

“I’ll book you a hotel room, Jisung.” Jaemin’s voice was muffled from the outside. “I’m sorry you got locked in the closet. Please throw anything you got dirty into the hamper before you pack up your luggage.”

They listened to Jaemin’s creaking footsteps against the hardwood floor dissipate before breaking out into guffaws. Her cheeks were hot as she threw her hands over her mouth. Meeting his eyes as he ran his fingers through his shiny black hair. His perfect teeth appearing as he laughed, chest shaking.

“Guess we’re not going to be invited back here anytime soon,” he said, finally pushing the door open. Her cheeks prickled as cold air hit her face.

“Thank you for keeping me warm, Jisung.”

Their mixed cum staining her clothes clung to her skin. As uncomfortable as it was between her legs, she was turned on all over again. Covered in their sex under her dress. Honored that Jisung was so enamored with her that he’d fuck her in Jaemin’s closet.

--- Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think! 📮 Go to Cramped Spaces 5

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hi I like your frat house series! I like how all the stories are their own little adventure ^^° all the couples are cute

I know you aren't taking requests but after reading the Yuta and Hendery stories back to back a lot of times would you ever write a quickie or imagine where Yuta, Hendery, Suchin and Zoe mess around with each other? ●^o^●

I'm not saying I've had dreams where Yuta and Hendery are gaming in a dorm room together as they're getting high and getting head and Suchin and Zoe are feeling naughty and switch up to see if their bfs are paying attention. And then Hendery nuts all over Suchin when he sees his gf working on Yuta like a battery operated machine, and then to make Zoe jealous Hendery kisses Yuta and then sex toys come out and Hendery is all too happy to grab some lube....but if it I did they were hot af and ty for your fics

💀 Babe, like - gimme a moment.

First, TYSM for the kind words! Thank you for taking time to tell me you like my fics, I never had any sort of expectations for my fics. I just wanted to put them out there just in case it scratched any itches other fans might be having, so I am always so flattered when I get a compliment as sweet as this one 💗

Second, 💀so you want a foursome between Yuta and Suchin and Hendery and Zoe? Sounds like you've imagined quite the scenario already bestie 😭 TBH Between IRL getting in the way and working on the WIPs I already have...I can't make any promises, but holy God, your dreams. Give them to me. My dreams are boring. I'm usually grocery shopping.

Third, I can't answer any more Asks since the rest are fic requests that I feel guilty for not completing yet but this one made me spit water out of my mouth so I hope you're well my bestie nonny!! 💗

Love, CC

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hey bestie hope ur well 💗

Hi, I came on here for completely non-fic related reasons and I wasn't expecting any of these <3

I'm so sorry this was a while back! I haven't logged in for a while.

I'm OK, good. Been so busy I dropped all my kpop stuff to focus on IRL things. If anyone wants an update, it's going to be, I think I won't be back any time soon. I'm sorry.

Love, CC

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Update/Announcement

Hello to anyone reading this!!!

I want to take this moment to thank @neohub network for having me be a part of their network and to make the announcement that I will be leaving this writer network.

I haven't been able to keep up with my blog and I feel it unfair for me to take up space in this network.

Thank you so much to all the writers and organizers, being part of the NeoHub network was a great experience! I'm sorry I couldn't continue to be a part of it!

Much Love, CC

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Update, How To Keep Seeing My Smuts & Other Writers'

As per Tumblr's New "Community Label" Update

Hello! I've seen other writers make a post about the new update, so I wanted to make one of mine to notify my readers.

As you may know, Tumblr is pushing a Community Label update in which users are allowed to filter the content they want to see. While this is highly beneficial for those who want to avoid seeing content they aren't fond of, this can make you stop seeing the smuts a lot of writers in this community create.

If you want to keep enjoying our smuts:

For Website:

Go to Dashboard Settings, and click the Show circle in the Community Labels section on Mature content. Do the same for Sexual themes. You can choose whether to tick the options of the other choices or not.

Image taken from @writerpeach <3

For Mobile:

Go to Account Settings, then choose Content you see.

Go to the Community Labels section and click the arrow beside Hide on Mature. Then, click Show for both Mature and Sexual themes. Again, it is your choice if you want to tick the Show button for the other choices.

Thank you for reading, and reblog to spread the word!

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5 Haechans

Pairing: Haechan x F Reader | [Y/N]

Genre: One Shot, AU - Non-Idol/Scientist Haechan, Utter Smut, Sci-Fi themes

Summary: You love Haechan, SM Laboratory's youngest scientist and your loving boyfriend, but how far can your love go when there's more than one of him?

Word count: 1.9k

Rating/Warnings: Erotica/Not Beta Read, Explicit Sexual Content: Bukkake, Foot Job, Double Penetration in 2 Holes, F X MMMMM, *Do I Tag This Selfcest????*, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Fingering

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY

Author’s Note:

Neohub Kinktober Event

Personal Kinktober List there are a couple fics not on the NeoHub List

So...I got two random ass inspirations for Haechan fics, this being the second. When Jaehyun was asked if he would rather take care of a 5yo Haechan or 5 Haechans IDK what to say, my brain immediately wondered what 5 Haechans would do to 1 body. Happy Halloween!

Apologies in advance for any mistakes! 💚

Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions

    “Haechan?”

    You walk into the empty loft, alarmed at the barren floors. A single uncovered mattress laid at the far end of the main room. A large lamp stood over it, bright light shining down on the plush mattress like a spotlight on a Hollywood set.

    It was nothing like what you were used to; cluttered mismatched furniture bought from “a guy I know” Haechan always says whenever you ask him where he got his eclectic home furnishings. They always appeared at the most sporadic times. Like 7 weeks ago when he placed a large round glass coffee table next to his kitchen.

    All of it, gone. Save for the lamp and mattress.

    “Haechan? What’s going on?”

    You jump as the heavy metal door slams behind you. Haechan is wearing his black sleeveless top with his red leather jeans. Your nipples ache and your clit throbs.

    He’s wearing that outfit the first time you had sex together. Seeing him with dark eyeliner and hunched shoulders sends a horny chill down your back. He’d cummed twice; you had to prod him into finger fucking you into an orgasm. His skilled fingers turned the encounter into one of the hottest sex sessions of your life.

    “Good news, babe,” he says softly, eyes drifting down your body. “I got that grant for my project.”

    “Babe!” You throw your arms around his neck, embracing him in a tight hug. “That’s great news! Does that mean SM Laboratory is going through with the cloning project?”     “Even better.” Haechan’s voice sounds to be coming from the back of the room.

    “Babe?”

    You pull away from Haechan’s embrace as he lets you go, but you immediately feel hands cupping your breasts. Arms pulling you against a body that feels just like Haechan, smelling just like him.

    “I’ve missed your tits, babe,” he coos against your ear. But-

    “Haechan!” You pull away from the body behind you, and jump into Haechan’s arms. “What’s going on?”     You turn around to see Haechan in nothing but silk boxers.

    You blink.

    You turn your head back to the Haechan holding you.  You’re not seeing double. You’re not delusional.

    You jump out of his arms, screaming. Mind spinning with shock. Body lit up in alarm.

    “Babe! Hold on!” Haechan with the black top said, hand up in the air to placate you. “How do you think I got the grant and promotion?”

    “What?!” You spin around. Topless Haechan, grinning. Sleeveless Haechan, frowning. “You tested the machine on yourself?!”

    “I can’t test on animals! It’s unethical!”     “I couldn’t get the five grand for Yangyang so he dropped out!”

    “-And the deadline was coming up-”

    “So you cloned yourself in front of your boss?!” You reached both hands out, left toward topless Haechan, right grasping onto the front of the other Haechan’s shirt.

    “Uh, so,” you heard Haechan’s voice come out from behind the shadows from the other end of the loft.

    “I had to make sure it would be a success before the day of the pitch,” the Haechan in your right hand’s hold completed. “I uh…cloned myself three times the night before. I was wiped out and I activated the machine a few too many times.”

    “There’s…” You pause.

    Three identical Haechans walk out from the shadows - down to the disheveled brown hair and cute moles on his face and neck. Heat was collecting at your neck as your eyes shifted from one Haechan to the next, feet spinning in a circle.

    Haechan in the black jeans and red jersey, reminding you of the first time he went down on you (nosebleed seats at a baseball game).

    Haechan in the palm tree printed shorts when you’d gone down on him for the first time (to make up for him missing Beach Day with his boys).

    Haechan in black joggers and his body hugging tshirt (what he’d worn the first time you got onto the bed and learned to 69 together).

    “Babe,” all five Haechans say at once, causing all the hairs on your body to lift up in shock.

    “Stop scaring her!” Haechan in the silk boxers yells, glaring at himself. He takes your hands, kissing the back of one. “Babe, I don’t think I can reverse this - but I have it all figured out!”

    “Wha-” You yelped as Haechan in the joggers lifts you up, throwing you over his shoulder, caveman style. “Babe!”

    You spin in circles as he drops you onto the mattress and you bounce, voice catching in your throat as you feel two bodies over you. Two hands grab your breasts, both pinching hard. Blood shoots to your guts and you buck up against your Haechans.

    “Let me have her first.” Joggers Haechan has one leg over your right leg. “We 69’ed for the first time when I was wearing this.”

    “Wait.” You moan as Red Jersey Haechan’s lips suck on your nipple. “Haechan!” You throw your head back, hand grabbing his hair. “Babe, I…is this ethical?”

    “Huh?” Red Jersey and Joggers both stop what they’re doing, sitting up slightly to stare at you. They blinked at the same time, making you feel a shiver ride down your back.

    “Am I cheating on you?” You feel another Haechan sit at the foot of the bed. You feel pressure on the balls of your feet, and you shut your eyes, moaning softly. His skillful thumbs continue to glide toward the center of your foot, digging in deep. “Babe, don’t stop.”

    Another set of hands massage your other foot, and you moan as you feel two pairs of lips on your breasts. Delicate sucks and teeth tugs that send chills rippling into your clit.

    “Babe,” Haechan in the sleeveless top says as he hovers over you, blocking out the light from the lamp, “let us take care of you. Five of me means I’ll always be here for you.”     “Haechan,” you coo, muscles turning into putty, eyes shutting, “if all five of you can make me feel so good…”

    His lips are over yours. You whimper into his mouth as two mouths suck onto your nipples, two long fingers glide against your slit. Two pairs of hands massaging both your feet, one mouth sucking on your big toe.

    “Haechan.” His tongue is lapping up against the bottom of your toe.

    “Baby, I need you.” His breath is at your neck. Your core flares, juices building between your legs. You pump one cock in your left fist - which Haechan’s you didn’t know. Another Haechan is kissing you, lips sucking yours. “I want to double fill you with my cocks. Can you handle that?”

    Your stomach grumbles with anticipation as three long fingers press against your entrance. You’d been double penetrated before. Haechan had positioned himself behind you as he used a dildo to fuck your pussy a few times. He loved fucking your ass.

    “T-two Haechans in my pussy and up my ass?” you ask. Your mind flares up in hot heat as two lips suck hard on both your nipples. Fingers caress your belly as more grope and massage your thighs and feet. A soft hum against your big toe as his mouth sucks on it. “Haechan!”

    “Such a fucking whore for me. We’ll see if we can position your mouth around another of us. Handjob me like you are right now with number 4. Last of us can-”

    “-Rub my dick against your feet.”

    “Haechan!” You’re locked under the handling of all 5 Haechans as a hot wet fleshy heat rubs up against the bottom of your left foot. A finger pushes into your cunt. You mewl. “Baby! Your cock’s so hot.”

    His moans blend together melodically, and your hips buck as a pair of hands pushes your feet together by grabbing your ankles. A hot uncomfortable shame flares over your face and chest, realizing Haechan is pushing his cock between your feet. Your whole body flares as Haechan flicks the back of his finger against your clit.

    “You love the footjob, babe.” His breath against your ear sends hot blood to your nipples. His gentle chuckle has you thrusting against his finger inside. “So fucking beautiful, even your feet deserve to be fucked. No one else can say they’d fucked your feet.”

    “Perverted weirdo.” You groan into his mouth as he kisses you rough. Two fingers inside you, pumping fast and hard. Another hand drawing furious circles against your clit.

    You cry out when he releases your lips. Your body feels weightless as he moves you around, three pairs of hands repositioning you.

    On your side. His silk boxers stick to your sweaty thighs, cock sliding up your ass. Polyester jersey over your tits.

    Your left leg is up in the air. Hold on your ankle pressing the bottom of your foot up against his throbbing rod. You indulge him, rocking your ankle back and forth as you press his dick against his thigh. His weak, whiny moans makes it all worth it to do weird perverted things for your boyfriend.

    “Donghyuck everywhere all at once.” One of your Haechans breathes against your lips. His teeth clamps down on the crook of your neck. You groan as his tongue licks up on you. “Bathe in my cum, baby.”

    One hot cock is in your cunt. Pussy so wet, he slides in balls deep with ease. You shake, asshole tight, nerves erratically thrashing as another thick shaft enters your second hole.

    “Fucking gorgeous my pretty little fuckdoll.” Haechan’s pulling the blue and green palm tree shorts off, hand grabbing your wrist to wrap around his throbbing rod. He groans loud, hand reaching down to palm your sweaty tit. “Hurry up and make me cum, babe. You heard me. I want to see you bathe in my cum.”

    “Perverted weirdo.”

    Loud cry echoing along with his overlapping grunts and moans, your lungs hurt. Thrusts in your cunt and ass are speeding up. Fourth Haechan twisting your head around to shove his wet shaft into your mouth.

    Your body was burning up. Four hot cocks in three holes and one fist. Your foot continues to push against his wet rod, fifth Haechan whimpering and whining as he thrusts and grabs you.

    “We can literally work out a schedule where one of us is fucking you every hour of the day.” Multiple groans of approval reverberate against your tits and neck. “Nonstop, babe. A literal fuckdoll for all your Haechans.”

    “Making as much money I as I will be babe, this can be arranged for real. We’ll love you so good.”

    His cock is out of your mouth. Hot fluid hits your face, sliding over your hair and eyes. A high pitched moan as more hot cum hits your chin.

    “Fuck this is hot!” Burning rod in your palm is gone. Hot liquid dripping down your arm, spilling onto your shoulder.

    “Whore, my fucking whore.” Your vision is gone. Cock burning your labia as he exits your cunt. “Gotta mark you.”

    More hot cum is spilling all over your front. He’d left your ass too, hand pushing you onto your back. Eyes open, blinking away the cum, three Haechans are over you - all fisting their cocks - directing cum to paint your body and face. One taking glee in squeezing his cock over your foot.

    “Covered in me,” one of your Haechans says. They’re all naked, clothes scattered around. “Babe, so fucking filthy and gorgeous covered in me.”

    Ten palms on your body, spreading his cum around you. As if his cum is lotion. You whine, sinuses overcome with the fishy and musky smell of Haechan. His melodic coos and praises send shivers down your body.

    “So fucking pretty-”

    “-want it over your pretty clit babe-”

    “-between your toes, slut-”

    “-ready to fuck again-”

    “-my fucking masterpiece right here.”

    Your mind is hazy. Eyes shut.

    Can you really be fucked like this every day?

    “Five Haechans is too much.”

---

I had to end it with a paraphrase from Jaehyun!

Happy Halloween! Enjoy this awesome holiday! 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

[shwazzberryswriting]

Fire Starter

Pairing: Haechan x F Reader | [Y/N]

Genre: One Shot, AU - Non-Idol, Angst, Smut, Dark Fic

Summary: Haechan's gift was in reigniting the darkness that screamed to burn the world down

Word count: 5+k

Rating: Mature/Explicit for Dark Themes, Angst, Explicit Sexual Content, Depictions/Mentions of Violence

Warnings: Not Beta Read, *Dead Dove: Do Not Eat* Dark Themes, References Physical Child Abuse, Scattered Memories of Child Abuse, Blood, Pyromania, Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics, Explicit Sexual Content: Portions of Dubious Consent, Penetrative Sex, **SPOILER WARNING: Strong Implications of (Hinting At) Incest**

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY*Pls take Dead Dove tag seriously*

A/N: Hi readers. So...this was my inspiration, and I don't really know how to go into how this fic came to be, but all I really had originally was an idea/image of fire and smoke as Haechan and his lover have sex amongst the blazes. The story that formed around it felt like it was the only way to tell this story.

Part of my short Kinktober List

Apologies in advance for any mistakes! I try my best but I'm not perfect and filled with my own shortcomings, y'all! 💚

Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions

    His eyes were hidden under a mop of entangled threads, poking out from under his hoodie. Her chest hurt, eyes fixed on his slow, measured steps toward her.

    Even after three years - three blissful years away on her own - all it took was a glance from Haechan for the black lump to churn in her guts. Turning her stomach hot, chest aching, throat filled with bile. Weighing down on her so heavily, she was frozen still.

    “You look great.” Her whole body flared with goosebumps as he wrapped her up into a warm embrace. Hand on the back of her head soothing. Sending bile up her throat at how comforting his touch was. “Want to get out of here?”

    “I thought you’d never ask.” She grinned, face hot, when he released her. She scanned him from head to toe when he released her. Taller, feeling firmer, and no trace of bitterness on his face. “You look happy, Haechan. Good.”

    “It’s because you’re back home.”

    “Please.” She chuckled, fist pushing his arm gently. “Tell me everything about Jakarta! And then I’ll tell you all about Vienna!”

    “Let’s go to Bloomed Tea.” His arm over her shoulders, they walked away from the neatly trimmed grass, gleaming white picket fence. Backs to the picturesque two-story house that had tulips and giant bushes of sweetshrub lined along the front porch. “Stay away from here for as long as possible.”

    “Let’s buy some firecrackers and relive our last days here at Shaw Park’s parking lot?” Her chest was swelling, hand pulling out a small red rectangular box from her jacket pocket. Matchboxes rattling against the cardboard as she shook it. “Got this at a restaurant near the airport.”

    “Sweet.” He let her go, eyes narrowed, when she pulled the box of matches behind her back, away from his reach. “Come on, I won’t light anything up until we have a batch of spinning Jumping Jacks, promise. Nice ride.”

    They stood before the iridescent mailbox, red flap swung upwards to indicate post that needed to be picked up. She patted the top of the car, hand gliding down the smooth finishing of the paint.

    “I can afford renting a car, can you believe it? I can take us anywhere while we’re back home.”

    “Christ, how much damage do you think we can do in a week?”

    A dry guffaw came out as she rested her back against the shiny grey Toyota Camry, arms crossing over her chest.

    “I don’t want to disturb the peace. My life in Austria is nice, actually.”

    “We can burn up everything here and never come back. Pretend this place never existed.” His elbow nudged her arm. A soft smile that twisted the lump in her gut. She looked away, trying to push away the heat warming the black lump deep inside. “I still dream about our plans.”

    She stood up straight, turning away from him. Standing beside the mailbox, she swung the red flag down and up a couple times. Her heart was beating fast, mind spiraling with dark intrusive thoughts that she’d forgotten the moment she was away from Haechan.

    She loved him, but she knew the darkness that binded them together was dangerous. Nerves tingling from the warm breeze hitting her back, she inhaled deeply.

    “We don’t have to burn anything up to pretend this place never existed.” She turned around, gentle grin at the corner of her mouth. “Why don’t we look up plane tickets to Jakarta? We’ll leave after the wedding. Like, two minutes after the wedding party starts? You can show me your home.”

    His mouth closed, lips thinning. Eyes focused on her. She crossed her arms over her chest again, black lump in her stomach turning hot. Heat in her stomach moving south. She wanted to retch.

    Please, don’t ignite the fury.

    “OK.” His voice was light, soft. Deep inhale before a loud exhale. “I saw a fireworks pop-up near that fancy Target you like.”

    Her chest loosened. Mind easing with relief.

    “I still have my suitcase in the trunk.”

    Without a word, Haechan picked up her red plastic case out of her rental. She smiled. Joyous laugh coming out as she followed him on the paved grey path. Stepping into the large house she’d have to stay at for the next week.

    “Jakarta’s weather makes me forget about the rest of the world. You’ll love it too.” He set the suitcase down at the foot of the staircase. “Damn, this place has not changed.”

    Expensive artwork lined up neatly along the walls. Professional portraits of a happy middle aged couple posed with stiff smiles everywhere. Same antique porcelain lamp seated behind the suitcase. Floral paintings over the baby blue stain.

    “Is anyone home?” She remained still, ears searching for sounds from upstairs or from the kitchen.

    “Is anyone ever home?”

    The black lump turned hot. Haechan had turned to look up the stairs.

    “I-I should freshen up before we go out.”

    She didn’t wait for his response, turning around immediately. Rushing down the narrow hallway and entering the bathroom at the end of the hallway on the left. Slamming the door shut, she turned on the cold water in the sink.

    Drive. Drive Haechan to the fancy Target. Light up fireworks at Shaw Park.

    Easy. This would be easy.

    If he tried to bring up their childhood plans again, she would have to tell him to give up that dream. They’d escaped. There was no need to destroy anything.

    She’d found peace in Vienna. Getting lost in her studies. Meeting her friends to discuss art. Make up stories about Egon Schiele walking the same streets they did on drunken pub crawls.

    Cold water soothing her cheeks, she turned the faucet off. Patted her face dry with the hand towel hanging on the silver loop beside her. Tucked her baby hairs behind her ears before putting on lip balm.

    Placing the cherry flavored Chapstix back into her jacket pocket, she froze. The box of matches was missing. She’d left it on the hood of her car.

    “Haechan?”

    She bolted out of the bathroom, listening for sounds of his footsteps. Tired sighs. Anything to indicate Haechan was still home.

    Nothing. The front door was wide open. Her car remained parked in front of the house.

    Her ears were burning. Roots at her scalp itching. Feet on the concrete, she ran. Mind focused on the putrid cottage lost deep inside the forest.

    Behind the town, along the river. No one ever took the back path behind the town. It was quiet - outside of the crickets endlessly chirping. The angry crashes of the water broke up the repetitive pangs in her chest.

    Her knee bent, foot sinking into the earth. She caught her fall with a hand on the wooden slate of the gate. Mouth tasting the biting, cold air. The splinters and chipped paint digging into the pads of her fingers distracted her at last, forcing her to stop running. Stepping past the open gate, rusty hooks screeching loudly as it swung out behind her, she tried to listen for any signs of Haechan.

    “Haechan!”

    Her echoes darkened the forest. The pine tree branches raised up high - green leaves from the oak tree engorged with shadows as the sunlight dimmed. Brushing off the cold shiver, she followed the brick layered path that encircled the abandoned, cobbed cottage.

    A broken shingle at the edge of the low hanging roof looked wet, and she stepped off the path - afraid of the black shingle falling over her head.

    The last time she’d come to the old cottage, Haechan had been with her. He didn’t have matches with him then.

    “Haechan!”

    Her steps slowed as she saw the lone figure standing before the steps that led to the basement.

    Back to her, his shoulders were hunched, hair remaining covered by his black hoodie. He made no motion that he knew of her presence. The long shadow cast behind him went on forever, as if there was no end to Haechan once darkness came. A soft rattle hit her ears.

    Haechan held up a small red rectangular matchbox, shaking it between the hold of his thumb and index finger. Head bowed, he poured gasoline from a metal red container. The clear liquid splashed out of the silver spout into large pools, staining the wooden steps beneath them.

    The sweet putrid fumes were intoxicating. Visions of bright orange cigarette butts pressing into her thighs blinded her.

    She sobbed, shaking her head as she retched, the gasoline fumes overcoming her senses. Blinking furiously, wiping away her tears, she focused on Haechan - feet moving forward.

    “Haechan, stop.”

    She pulled on the arm sleeve of his hoodie with both hands, forcing him to drop the canister. It clattered against a couple steps before making a hard thud against the dirt floor.

    She knocked the matchbox out of his hand before dropping to her knees to grab it. Frantically, her eyes focused on the patch of grass surrounding the tiny red box, fingers shaking as she grasped onto it. A single chuckle from him iced her spine.

    “I got something better.”

    She heard the sharp flick of metal on metal as he gave a loud, beleaguered sigh. Eyes fixed on his hand, she saw the silver gas lighter. The giant orange blaze wavered in his palm, igniting a cruel shadow over his serene smile.

    Frozen, she watched as he threw the lighter down the flight of stairs. Gripping her arm, he forced her to her feet as he pulled her up.

    Humid air hit the back of her legs as she heard a low whoosh behind her, sweet smoke and the gasoline’s bitter odor infiltrating her sinuses. A scent so familiar she feared hearing the low grumbling laughs that accompanied her skin burnings.

    “You said you wouldn’t do it!” she shrieked. Arms flailing. Sharp slaps landing on his arms. Chest. Neck. Tears breaking out, she threw her head into his chest. She gasped in the hot smoky air. “Not yet.”

    “We did it.”  He pulled her face up to look at him, hand grasping onto her chin. His teeth were gritted together, jaws clamped tight. Eyes narrowed. “You and me. We did it. We did it.”

    “No!” She pushed against his chest, but his hands clawed down on her arms, keeping her pressed against him. “Y-you did it! I tried to stop-”

    “Get a grip! WE DID IT! It’s always been us!” He shook her. His voice was loud enough to ring into the air, shortly swallowed by the engulfing flames. “You and me! Everything is about us!  It’s always been you and me. Me and you…us.”

    “Stop.” The tears in her eyes blurred her vision. She winced, Haechan’s fingers digging in deeper. His nails were pressing the thin fabric strands into her skin. “Haechan!”

    He tilted forward, as if to kiss her. Lump in her gut churning painfully, heat between her legs igniting faster than the fire Haechan just created.

    Heel of her sneakers stomping his foot, she pushed away from Haechan’s hold when his grip loosened.

    She ran right into the wooden gate, eyes scanning around, looking for an escape. Shaky breaths, eyes burning from the smoke and heat, she knew that she couldn’t escape.

    Escape had never been an option. Not even when they were little - escaping the very cottage burning before them.

    One hand wrapped around her neck from behind. Haechan’s body pressed her front against the gate, free hand reaching up to grope her right breast.

    “No-don’t,” she sputtered, back arching, hips bucking. All the heat around her rushed to her head. Her throat tightened. Head heavy. The heat that rushed to her groin made her stomach flip. “Haechan, don’t. Please.”

    “Don’t fucking run away.” His lips were beside her ear, hand slipping away from her breast. “We burned this fucking hellhole like we said we would.”

    Orange and yellow blazes crawled up neatly along one corner of the house, melting the water drain lining up the edge of the roof.

    A sharp surge of heat burst into her clit as a hot wave unfurled out from the open back window, the heat hitting her chest and neck. Puffs of black smoke curled as burning wood and melting plastics moaned and hissed in the chaos, begging for the relief of a calming moistness that neither of them would give.

    Her body felt calm. Chest warm. Mind clear. All the tension at her temples felt tender.

    In the years that she spoke with Haechan in hushed voices about exactly how they would destroy the world, burning the cottage had taken up the most space. The dreams made to reality left her mind settled.

    Content.

    Down came the cottage. Her prison. Her torment.

    Her fears.

    Her shame.

    “Move back.”

    Haechan had both hands on her arms. She grunted as she felt him push her front against the gate, her tits squished against the flat wooden slate. Crusts of chipped paint snagged onto her shirt. She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak.

    “It’s so much better than I've ever dreamed.” His hand glided down her stomach, back of his knuckles pressing against the lining of her denim jeans. He groped the inside of her thigh. Heat bubbled deep into her stomach and pussy walls. “Have you ever seen anything so massive? So chaotic? So...stunning.”

    His other hand snaked under her shirt, palming her tit. Back arching, she watched the sharp, angry flames shoot straight up into the air, violent scorches threatening to catch onto the leaves of the oak tree branches nearby.

    The smoky billowing burns at the ground level curled and hissed, belching more fiery ruptures and hot waves through widening holes and broken windows of the collapsing cottage. Eyes shut for a moment, the heat wave washing over her covered her body up in goosebumps.

    To have one’s darkest, deepest dreams become reality…what happens next?

    She looked down to see wisps of ashes land onto Haechan’s golden skin. The dark round scars on the inside of his wrist smooth against the pad of her finger.

    “We’ll be covered in ashes,” she said softly, brushing the grey soot off his arm. Her nipples hardened at the feel of his rapidly beating heart thrumming against her back. “Nothing left but dust.”

    “We’ll have to burn everything down first.”

    She yelped, surprised at his hands grabbing the front collar of her shirt. The back of her neck smarted at the pressure against her skin. A rip slashed across the ever growing ruptures of the ruined cottage.

    Chest flaring with goosebumps, she took in a deep breath as she lost her balance, feeling Haechan pull her arms behind her.

    “Stop!” She cried as she turned around to shove him away, uncrossing her arms quickly. He’d ripped her top off of her, skin on her back flaring from the sweltering heat. Arms over her chest, she tilted her chin up as their eyes locked, daring him to do more.

    His calloused palms pulled her face to his, pressing them together. Hands slapping against his chest, she tried jerking her head out of his hold, mewling against his lips.

    Mind spinning - stomach churning - right hand pushed against his chest as her left tugged his arm toward her. Feeling the wetness of his tongue inside her mouth, she clamped her jaws shut, teeth gnashing down on his squishy organ.

    Her back slammed against the gate as the heat of his body left her. He coughed and she bit down on the gasp that almost escaped, the air from her lungs punched out of her.

    Wiping her mouth with her hands, her eyes blurred. Wet red blood dampened her fingers. Blinking her vision clear, she looked up to see Haechan spitting before wiping his own mouth with the back of his palm.

    Eyes darting from the growing bedlam behind her, and then lingering at her resting against the gate. Haechan slowly began to disrobe, right hand occasionally stroking down on his growing erection.

    She was mesmerized by the flames - bending and curling shadows across his face - the bright anger dancing in his eyes. Chest swelling, she stared at his mouth hanging open, as if in awe of the sight before them. His eyes, bright - like the night they’d escaped -

    Lump in her guts ablaze, she inhaled through her mouth. Body ignited with ash and ruin.

    She whimpered - fingers pushing down on her cunt - over her panties but under her denim jeans. The disarrayed, bumpy skin streaking along the left side of Haechan’s body shone against the fire when he’d pulled his shirt off.

    Boiling blood surged down her chest, making her nipples and clitoris ache. Her body shook with the angry, waving flames. Constant hissing and crackling embers interrupted each other erratically.

    Haechan moaned, high pitch and low groan swallowed up amongst the rumbling heat surrounding them.

    His jeans were down at his ankles, distracting her eyes away from his lovely, damaged skin.

    His eyes were on her. Licking his lips, he nodded, eyes fighting to remain open. Her eyes flickered down to his cock, his hand wrapped around the thick shaft, before recapturing his gaze. She gave one firm nod before pulling her jeans off, kicking them aside.

    “Look at the fire.” She yelped when he grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging her to look over at the burning cottage.

    Biting her bottom lip - hands rested at the top of the gate - she faced the flames. Grip on the top slate firm, she focused on the fiery bursts that continually danced in and out of the back window - where the kitchen stood. Golden sparks popped violently as hot air washed over her.

    “You’re so tight.”

    His grunt against the nape of her neck warmed her belly. Wet tip writhing against her entrance. She shook - mind buzzing with protests, to stop doing what they were about to do…intertwining with demands of thrusting against Haechan so she could feel him inside of her.

    She widened her legs, feeling the pressure of Haechan’s cock push deep into her. They groaned together as she bucked her hips back and he thrust forward.

    Bliss.

    Sweet - hot - bliss.

    Tears brimmed at the corners of her eyes, right thigh burning up in the memory of neon orange cigarette butts pressed there.

    Eyes focused on the fiery destruction before them, her insides were scorched like the back door that was falling down to the ground - embers scattering across the brick path.

    The fat tears slipped down her cheeks as she grunted, mind focusing on Haechan connected to her. Better than she’d ever dreamed. Her knees shook as she felt his balls slap her ass.

    “Do you like that?” His voice was smooth - gentle - right against her ear. She whined, high pitch catching at the back of her throat. Her hand shot back to grip onto his hold at her hip. He tortured her as he thrust fast shallow pushes against her - balls continually slapping her ass.

    “Stop!” Her chest hurt as she chortled, toes curling as her pussy throbbed. His cock - deep inside - was burning her up. He hissed before pressing his lips to the back of her head, humming gently into her. “You’re the one who made a joke out of it.”

    A short, high pitched whine escaped his lips when she squeezed her walls down on his cock in retaliation. Arms wrapped around her waist, he released a gravelly grunt as he bucked up into her.

    Red blinded her - eyes shut tight. Flames hit her face, her lungs filling with smoke as her whole body felt weighed down on. Pressure torturously sharp and heavy at her core.

    “Haechan!”

    “Shut up.”

    His breath was ragged, grip at her waist steadfast. His rhythm was building, hitting her deep. Every time his tip hit her cervix her vision turned redder than the demonic glow of the burning cottage. Their environment darkened, and her voice was lost as she gasped for air.

    “Haechan.”

    “Shut up.”

    His thick sooted fingers were over her lips, pads from his middle and ring finger digging into her mouth. Her saliva dribbled out, coating his fingers and her chin. A sharp dulling bitterness - salty smoke - filled her mouth as she gagged on his fingers.

    Aside from her muffled whines and his weighted grunts, they were silent as he fucked her. Every thrust sent a lightning sharp heat straight into her guts, interrupting any stream of thoughts.

    She was melting, her head feeling heavy and hazy.

    “So fucking beautiful.”

    His mouth was beside her ear, heavy breaths beating her eardrums. Her spine tingled as his fingers caressed the small dark spots at the top of her right thigh. The burn marks scattered in a zigzag pattern. She mewled when one finger slipped away from the mark at the inside of thigh - up against her clit.

    “Beautiful.”

    The roof caved in, shingles shattering to the ground. The eruption of heat created a grey mushroom-domed cloud of smoke, her body tingling from the heat as it washed over them.

    Bucking up harshly into her, he sputtered incoherently into the air. Her ass hurt as he pounded it against his hips.

    Her grip on the gate tightened with every thrust, knuckles so tight they felt ready to snap off her body. Her pussy walls were shaking, writhing, her stomach muscles tangling up like knotted tree branches.

    “I’m cumming.” Her voice was shaky, chest throbbing. She hiccuped. Against her will, she brought her knees together as his cock’s tip surged fiery heat against her cervix nonstop. Her walls were shaking, nerves up her spine on the verge of melting - brain puddled and ready to turn into hot air. “Haechan.”

    She whimpered, voice raspy. Her lungs felt full, each inhaled breath ragged.

    Her eyes stung as smoke curled around her. His pupils turned yellow like the glare of the sun, hair rusted orange like the bike chain at their feet.

    Red.

    He was so red, it was all she saw on his face. Red skin, golden glare of his pupils contorting crimson - the embers around them so vast the glowing red tinted the whites of his eyes a dull pink. Hell on earth with the devilish red enticing her to stay.

    Their lips met, the layer of soot drying his lips over hers. The metallic bitter taste was all consuming. His lips, tongue - teeth - even his chin.

    Especially his neck.

    She inhaled his acrid dry musk. Her legs shook as she tried to remain standing. Knees bucking, her mind dissolved into dust as his come ruptured all over her insides.

    Seated on her knees, she breathed in the dense, smoky air. Fingers clung onto the gate, she continued to stare at the fire.

    Golden flames burst out as thick black clouds puffed up into the air - not a shingle left hanging at the roof. The popping and crackling of the fire’s energy was consuming her, settling her nerves. The heat that came to her in heavy waves calmed her muscles, making her mind hazy, eyelids drooping.

    “We have to go.” Haechan’s hand touched her shoulder. “Come on.”

    They dressed, Haechan giving his hoodie to her as he carried her torn top in his left hand. Her whole body shook, body wanting to feel the vibrations of the flames’ roars all night long. The way Haechan’s grip refused to release her wrist told her they had to head back home, however.

    The red glow began to dissipate, the smoke’s thickness clearing, more shrubbery and branches coming easily into sight. Cool air widened her lungs as she inhaled deeply.

    Goosebumps traveled up her skin as the chilly air seeped under Haechan’s loose fitted hoodie. Tugging on her arm, he led her back onto a clear dirt path, winding around a cluster of thick oak trees.

    Reaching the edge of the forest - tall street lamp coming into better view with every step closer to the paved road.

    The brightness from above glared down on her, forcing her to look back down.

    Haechan was scoping their surroundings, mouth hanging open. He looked left and then right before licking his lips, eyes meeting hers.

    They’d fucked.

    They’d burned down the cottage.

    They had to go home.

    They’d fucked.

    “What happened?” He was calm, eyes bore into hers. Hand on her cheek, warmth soothing away the air’s biting frost. “What’s going on?”

    “We’ve been messing around Shaw Park. Got caught up with fire drums we set up for the homeless.”

    “When was the last time I took you to grandma’s cottage?”

    They’d burned down the cottage.

    Chest heavy with burnt shingles, mouth wet, cheek turning cold.

    A sob escaped as fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

    He tugged on her arm right as they reached the empty road, the street lamp on the other side of the black pavement.

    “Don’t fucking cry. When was the last time I took you to grandma’s cottage?”

    “When we were teenagers, years ago. I don’t even know which park it’s located in.”

    “Good.”

    She wiped her tears with the sleeve of the smoky hoodie as they continued on their walk.     His plan had never been about attending the wedding.

    It had always been about opportunity.

    When they were both home.

    When no one else would be around.

    When a fire could burn for hours before anyone would notice.

    They followed the dirt path that led down the side of the hill. It forked away from the town’s street market.

    Hidden behind the apartment complexes that were lined up along the river that came from the mountaintops - their walk home was uninterrupted. Waves crashing calmed her mind, forcing her not to think.

    As much as she didn’t want to cry, she felt the sob that wanted to come out at the tip of her tongue, threatening to tickle her nose’s tip.

    Sniffling loudly, she swallowed her cry. Eyes on the back of Haechan’s grey-sooted head. She never thought about the day actually coming to pass.

    Her chest throbbed anxiously as she took in the way Haechan’s arm shook in sporadic jerks - making her arm sway against her side. The tuneful hum at the back of his throat. The gentle way his free hand would stroke the half hard cock he was failing to hide from her. The smallest trace of a grin appeared before he bit down on his bottom lip, morphing it into a scowl.

    “If we get away with this, we can burn this place down next.”

    He pulled her into the picturesque home with the pretty tulips and impressive sweetshrubs. The house was dark.

    She felt Haechan’s front press against her with the door shut behind her. His lips were on her neck. The sulfurous smoke filled her nose, tongue coating in bitter soot. She whimpered, hands pushing against his chest.

    “Don’t wake anyone up.” His eyes widened as he pressed a finger to his lips. “Quiet. We’re good at being quiet, right?”

    He tugged her up the stairs, pulling her to her bedroom. Door directly across the top of the staircase.

    His breath was ragged - wet against her ear - pushing his body up against hers. Their lips met in the dark as his hands were at the waistband of her jeans.

    “Hello?” She heard her name being called in a stage whisper. There was a soft knock on the door. Her heart beat throbbed against her throat. “Did Haechan come home with you?”

    The nerves in her spine shook as his teeth grazed over the front of her throat. Her fingers curled into his thick, dusty hair as her eyes saw the shadow of two legs cut across the hallway light that cracked through at the bottom of the door. The legs remained still near the right end of the door. Haechan sucking on her neck reminded her to give an answer, heat surging to her nipples.

    “Yes, but I think he’s showering.” He planted kisses up along her shoulder, his feet kicking her jeans and panties aside. Her pussy was wet, throbbing at the memory of his cock inside of her. Wanting it.

    “Did you hear about grandma’s cottage?”

    “No, what about it?” His hand was between her legs, fingers gliding against her folds. Red blinded her vision and she bit her lip to steady her breathing. Fuck, Haechan. “I barely remember the place.”

    “It went up in flames.”

    “Oh, no.” Haechan aggressively pulled his hoodie off her shoulders. She didn’t see him but she heard him unzipping his jeans. Chest swelling as her thighs pressed together. Pussy weeping out desire. “Did you want to tell Haechan yourself? Or should I?”

    “I never know how to talk to him. But I suppose something this big needs to come from me.”

    “Did we wake you? You sound tired.” Haechan’s teeth tugged on her nipples. His tongue flicked against it as she threw her hand up to her mouth. “I’ll tell him about the cottage when he’s done showering. I think he’ll prefer to hear it from me. Thank you for checking in like this.”

    “I’m here for you both, you know that, right?”

    “Yes, Mom.” Haechan’s fingers glided along her slit, thumb pressing against the sensitive nerves of her clit. She leaned away from the door, body writhing against him. “Good night.”

    All she could think about was how deep his cock had gone into her. And how thrilling it was. How it ignited explosions of fire all along her pussy.

    “So wet for me.” His lips were at her ear before his tongue flicked her earlobe. “Or are you still high from that fire?”

    She remained quiet, hands pulling Haechan to sit on her bed with her. Their lips met, her body craving for the insatiable heat to return. Her mind was clouded and her nose tickled with soot and smoke.

    Bliss.

    Wet tip collecting her juices as he thrust up against her. Hand pushing his hot stick into her folds.

    Her legs squeezed his hips as he thrust his burning cock into her.

    Sweet - hot - bliss.

    His body was over hers, hips thrusting up, cock buried deep. Fire singed into her guts as she kissed him, mouth and nose filled with his smoky musk.

    He pinned her arms over her head, eyes traveling down her body. He pulled up to stare down at her. With the moonlight illuminating from the window outside, his eyes scanned down her body and back up, a devilishly red smirk appearing.

    “Let’s burn the whole fucking world down.”

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Thank you for reading!

Love, CC 💚

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Hello! When will you most likely be accepting fanfic requests again?

Hi Nonny, I really don't know. Sorry =( There's a lot going on in my life right now.

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Helping Hands 2

Pairing: Jisung x Femme Reader | [Y/N]

Genre: Alternate Universe - Non-Idol NCT, PWP

Summary: On his return home, Jisung and [Y/N] come clean to each other about where they stand

Short cameos by: Jeno, Haechan, Renjun, Chenle, Jaemin

Word count: 4.2k (omg didn't feel like I wrote that much)

Rating/Warnings: Erotica/Not Beta Read, Explicit Sexual Content: Vaginal Fingering, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Cum Play/Shot, Protected and Unprotected Sex, Cunnilingus

If any mature/sexual themes involving Jisung makes you uncomfortable please do not read or interact.

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY

Author’s Note: I never intended for a sequel but IDK...when an idea comes and I start playing around with it in my mind, if it's got legs, I start writing. I hope you all have as much fun reading this as I did writing it!

Part of my Kinktober Event: Overstimulation

Apologies for any mistakes or shortcomings! Not the best edited work I've put out there!

Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions

    “Congratulations nerds!” Haechan exclaimed, snorting into his fist. Jisung jumped, a shiny gold square packet hit his chest. “Maybe you’ll all get laid at last.”

    Seatbelt pushing against his chest, Jisung groaned as Jeno swerved the car. Tires screeching loudly with his curses. Haechan squawked as Jeno grabbed his front and twisted with one fist.

    “I’m fucking driving!” Jeno screamed. “Quit fucking throwing shit at me!”

    “A simple ‘thanks’ is good!” Haechan rubbed his chest when Jeno let him go. Face scrunched up - as if he hadn’t deserved it. “Every one’s got 24 karat gold dicks. Put them to good use, champs.”

    “I’m trying to sleep!” Renjun’s voice from the back shook the roof of the car. “I don’t appreciate this immaturity!”

    Chenle’s cackle broke the moment of silence. Haechan joined. Then Jeno. Renjun was last.

    Jisung was wiped out, though. He merely stuffed the condom into his backpack. Fingertips rubbing crusts off his eyes.

    “Hey, first thing you do is go to sleep,” Jeno said, car slowing. He turned around, hand reaching out to pat Jisung’s arm. “You did great, MVP, but you need to sleep.”

    “Got it.” Jisung swung his heavy bag over his shoulder, stepping out of the SUV. Elation rushed up his chest, heat swimming over his brain. He grinned as he turned around, hand on the open door. “Hell yeah, LOL champs.”

    Haechan reached over Jeno’s lap and honked the car’s horn twice. Chenle cheered as Haechan cackled. Jisung swung the door car closed.

    “Get some sleep, Jisung!” Chenle’s voice rose two octaves.

    “Bro!” Jeno merely guffawed as Haechan honked the horn again.

    “You’re waking people up! Don’t be rude.”

    “Screaming at me is waking the neighborhood too.” Haechan blocked the condom Renjun threw at his face. “Guess you’re not getting laid.”

    The bickering disappeared as he walked toward his complex. The sun wasn’t out yet. Lamplights showing him the way home. Golden rays lit up the grey path. Crickets chirped. Concrete blurry.

    Gold medal statue in his left hand, Jisung unlocked the front door with his right. Head drooped, he grunted at the sight of his sneaker laces somehow covered with bright green stains. Had he walked in the grass?

    Eyes shut, the uproarious shouts of hundreds of people cheering ebbed with his friends’ overlapping chatter in Chenle’s car. His whole weekend continued to echo in his ears. Bag strap digging into his shoulder, he was eager to put his things away.

    What a wild fucking weekend.

    Jisung was about to enter his bedroom when he stopped. Sounds of running water perked up his ears. A tuneful humming echoed in the bathroom directly across from his room. The door was open with the smallest sliver of a crack. Yellow bathroom light streaking across the hardwood floor.

    Dropping his things, he turned around, fingers at his lips. His roommate had been in her bed the last time they saw each other. They’d kissed.

    Actually, he’d made her cum. All over his fingers. If it hadn’t been for his trip, he would have spent the entire night playing with her body. Knuckle from his middle finger against the door, he knocked a couple times.

    “[Y/N]?”

    The humming stopped. Water rhythmically continuing to flow.

    “Jisung?”

    The door swung open with a loud creak. White steam fogged up around him as he went in. His clothes dampened immediately, weighing down on him. He saw the shape of her body behind the baby blue curtains.

    Hips that needed his touch. Bouncy tits with water streaming down them. He swallowed the spit flooding his mouth.

    “It’s like walking into the pit of a volcano.” The door creaked again as he shut it. “How is your skin not burning?”

    “It’s not that hot.”

    “Only because you eat lava for breakfast.”

    “Why don’t you come in here and check for yourself?”

    His balls felt heavy as fire shot straight to his cock. Her body was unreal, shadow of her curves swaying. His clothes flew off, though he almost tripped over himself kicking his jeans off. The curtains swung open.

    “Jisung, come in.”

    Her smile was bigger than ever, lighting up her entire face. Eyes crinkling as she blinked against the water droplets flying into her face. The water gliding down her perfect body drove him wild. Every stream created on her lovely curves was a river he would gladly swim in.

    He groaned, cock stiffening painfully. That couldn’t distract his eyes away from her boobs, her pretty palms cupping her precious bits. He stepped in, back to the shower head.

    Heat prickled his skin like a thousand sharp needles. After a moment, he relaxed under the pressure of the heavy jets hitting his shoulders. The stimulating warmth filled him up.

    His eyes remained on her tits. Bouncy, slick and smooth. He wanted to wrap his mouth around her puckering nipple. Roll his thumb around the other.

    Hands on his arms she kissed him. His whole face flared up hotter than his cock. Her eyes were shut, but he couldn’t stop staring at her.

    Her luscious body was touching him, warming his front. Her perfect minty lips were pressed against his, tingling sensations riding up his nose.

    “Congratulations on getting first place,” she breathed against his lips. “I knew you’d win.”

    All the exhaustion he felt from his long weekend washed away. Her compliment reinvigorated him in a way he’d never felt before. Hands on her hips he kissed her harder. Lips capturing hers, tongue pushing to find hers, teeth tugging her bottom lip. Eyes shut at last.

    “Jisung,” she breathed against his lips, hands on his neck.

    He pushed her back to the wall, hands grasping her ass. It was a wonder that the water between their stomachs didn’t boil with fiery blood coursing through his belly. They moaned together, his cock sliding against her. She felt like silk. He groaned, resting his head against her shoulder.

    “What’s this?” Red blinded him as the pressure of her palm squeezed his aching rod. Her lips touched the side of his neck. “It feels so long, Jisung.”

    She stroked him. Letting her go, he grabbed her wrist, encouraging her to stroke faster. He was mesmerized. Her naughty hand squeezing his cock, thumb pushing in deep against the dark blue vein that pulsed at the top of his shaft.

    “Pretty, mushroomed head.” She exhaled as her fingers massaged his wet tip. Firm hold on his balls, squeezing and massaging. He jerked forward as more precum spilled out. “Jisung, they feel so heavy.”

    “Dick and balls, can you say dick and balls?”

    “So immature.” He grinned as she bashfully looked away, letting him go. Heat rushed to his head. She was so cute when she got shy. “Not enough that I’m naked? You have to make me shy?”

    “You can’t even say the words. But I like how you handle me.” Hand touching her cheek, he grinned as she met his gaze. His fingers tingled at the heat of her skin.

    “You’ve got a pretty dick, and smooth balls.”

    He kissed her, hands grabbing her tits. They roamed down to her ass, fingers pinching her pliable skin. She was soft everywhere.

    Her minty lips were clearing his sinuses. Her guffaws into his lips turned him on more than endeared him. He broke their kiss.

    “Can you keep a secret?” His middle finger stroked her slit. She was cuter with her eyes shut, bottom lip shaking. He slid up with two fingers. She moaned. “I didn’t wash my hands until we won the tournament.”

    “Jisung!” Her eyes opened as he pushed deeper into her folds, wanting to find her sweet little nub. “You-” she moaned as he furiously rubbed against her heat “-you what?”

    He kissed her as he pushed his middle finger into her, one knuckle feeling her wet center. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he shut his eyes as he savored the warmth of her insides enveloping his finger. He went in deeper, knuckles sinking in with ease. Her squishy walls clung on tight, his mind focused on her addictive heat.

    “You gave me good luck,” he said, cheeks hurting from his wide grin. She moaned as his thumb found her clit. It grew with every stroke he rubbed over her. “Fuck, this is so fucking hot.” Her nails dug deep into his skin, grabbing his arm. The pressure distracted him for a second, pain barely noticeable. Her moan with her pulsating walls drove the fiery heat in his guts straight to his balls. “Needed your cum on my fingers to win.”

    “Jisung!” He rutted furiously into her, free hand grabbing her tit, thumb and forefinger pinching her engorged nipple. “B-boys are gross!”

    He stopped, heart beating fast as the heat of her walls enraptured him. Breathing heavily, she shoved his hand away to stand under the water. Shakily, she grabbed the neon green washcloth. Standing behind her, he helped pump soap onto the cloth.

    “Guess that means you have to clean me off.” He grabbed her wrists, placing her hands against his chest. Turning her to face him.

    “Only because you’re a good finger fucker.”

    She laughed as his eyes darted down to the ground, his face hot. Chest beating furiously like his feet pounding the ground when he won the final LOL battle. Immediately his head jerked up, her soapy hands brushing the washcloth over his chest.

    “Lift your arms.” She washed his armpits before the washcloth went down his side. Over his back. Around his hip. Over his stiff dick. “Did you at least wash your pretty cock?”

    Flames were over his face. “Cock” out of her mouth was lethal. His rod twitched, balls feeling heavy.

    “I didn’t shower until we were getting ready to leave the hotel.”

    “So dirty.”

    “It was a wild weekend.”

    “I’m glad you’re back home.”

    She rubbed the bubbles off him as he stood under the hot jets. With his back to her, he shut his eyes. Her fingers massaged shampoo into his scalp. Once they were completely clean, her arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Blood rushed faster to his guts as he felt her nipples poke him, slippery tits rubbing up and down against his skin.

    What did he do to deserve a dream to come true?

    Water off, his hand was on the shower curtains when her hand wrapped around his aching rod. His mind blanked, head thrown up to the ceiling - eyes shut. He moaned as pleasure consumed him from head to toe. She squeezed him hard, stroking up and down steadily.

    “Don’t come yet, Jisung.” She kissed the back of his arm, the sensation so foreign and soothing, precum shot out onto her fingers.

    “Sorry-”

    “It’s OK.” She gave a gentle guffaw. “Guess we both have skilled hands.” She released him, taking a step back. His loathsome cock swung down painfully. He wanted her tits to return to his back. “Or maybe we’re sensitive little shits.”

    “You make it sound like a bad thing.”

    He barely had a towel around his waist when her tits returned to him. She kissed the middle of his back. His spine lit up - rod stiffening against his towel as she hugged him again.

    Wordlessly, he grabbed her wrists and walked them out of the bathroom - pulling the door open to rush them to his room. The cold air in the flat created goosebumps all over his body. But his aching cock was only growing hotter by the second.

    In the shadows of the twilight hour, he sat down on his bed - pulling her onto his lap. His towel had fallen off somewhere, freeing his cock to slide against her slick skin. She moaned, arms wrapped around his head - smushing his face against her chest.

    Hands shooting up to her tits - mouth open wide - he feasted on her. Teeth gnashing around, tongue licking up everything. She cried out, fists pulling his hair hard, wet droplets of water gliding down his back. His ears rung sweetly as a loud *pop* filled the room, lips releasing her dewy sweet tits.

    “Jisung,” she breathed out, “don’t-stop-please-don’t.”

    His pointed tongue flicked against her engorged bud, going faster as her pleas morphed into incoherent whines. Shaky gasps, as if she couldn’t remember how to breathe. He had her on her back, his body over hers. They kissed, her legs widening as his palms hooked under her legs, cock sliding over her belly.

    “Condom,” they breathed out together.

    She guffawed as he sat up. He rushed back out to the front of his door. Hands frantically unzipping his backpack. Pulled out his dirty clothes - earbuds, charging cords, socks.

    Where the fuck was the fucking condom?

    Desperate moments passed - digging deep past his toothbrush and beanie - the smooth cool plastic wrapper was between his middle and forefinger. Clicking his tongue against his teeth, he thanked Haechan for being a theatrical asshole.

    “Please tell me we don’t have to go to the convenience store,” she said the moment he sat down on the bed. Her hair hid her face in the shadow of the blue hues lighting up his room.

    “Nope.” His chest felt tight as he tore open the golden packet. Her fingertips on his shoulder sent chills down his spine. “Came prepared.”

    His hand shook as her lips landed on his shoulder. Heat rushed up his chest as she sucked on his skin. Fingers smoothing over the shiny thin rubber snugly covering his cock, he reached for her.

    They panted heavily together as he slid his aching stick over her slit. She broke the tension, moaning loudly, breath at his ear. Spine prickling, he pushed into her.

    “I need you, Jisung.” Fingers entangled in his hair, she directed his face to hers. They kissed.

    Pushing his tip in deeper, he groaned at how good it felt to invade her fleshy walls. His cock throbbed furiously - his focus clouded - words barely coming together in his mind. He chased for more, pushing in deeper.

    Her fingernails dug into the nape of his neck, palms tightening around him. The pain seared sweetly. His pace quickened. Their kiss broke - her loud cry reverberating down into his balls. His moan was louder as she arched her back, tits rubbing against his chest.

    They cried out each other’s names as he gripped her hips. Her fingers pinching his biceps stung but every painful squeeze sent adrenaline down his front. He fucked her faster, hands on her hips to hold her still. Ears tingling with joy at the noises of their skin slapping together.

    Her howling stuttered when she inhaled, sending heat into his chest. Eyes shut he chased for his release, feeling it building. His balls burned, heavier than he’d ever felt them. Mind focused on rutting as fast as he could, he came when she pulled on his hair.

    “Ji-SUNG!” The soft whimper that followed had him jerking shallowly into her, every spurt of his cum rolling punches into his abs. “Jisung!”

    He lost all energy - falling over her to rest his head on her shoulder. Her tight walls milked his softening cock. Clingy walls creating gentle ripples deep into him as she came on his fucked out rod.

    He rolled off her, hand moving to prevent the condom from leaking. Doing a quick cleanup, he returned to her - chest aching, shoulders slackening. Her arms were wide open, lazy sweet grin inviting him to her. Eyes barely open.

    They kissed. He rested his hand on her neck, tongue pushing against her mouth every time her thumb massaged his earlobe. She tasted so good - buttery lips - he didn’t want to stop.

    His fingers gently flicked her nipples as they continued to kiss. He liked sucking on her bottom lip, malleable flesh so plump in his mouth. Blood boiled furiously in his balls every time her teeth nipped the left side of his upper lip.

    A loud knock at the front door shocked him. It was like ice water was thrown over his back. The hairs on the nape of his neck raised, eardrums shaking violently. They broke apart, matching fluttering eyes locked together.

    “Jisung!!!” Jaemin’s loud voice screeched, ringing through the walls and down the hallway into his room. “You didn’t reply to my texts!! ARE! YOU! O! K?! JISUNG!”

    His face flared up, head clouded with embarrassment. Heat built up in his chest immediately as her chuckles reverberated against him. Her fingertips stroking his cheek cleared his mind, though his face was still on fire.

    “I guess Jaemin wanted to see you as soon as possible.”

    “Be right back.”

    “We should answer the door together.” She sat up with him. “Jaemin might invite himself in if you open the door alone.”

    His chest ached - as if it was growing - watching her grab his grey hoodie off his gaming chair. Images of fingering her raced through his head. She sat at the edge of his bed, hoodie covering her body. Her slick was collecting on his hoodie…her ass sweat and titty sweat all over it. She’d look sexier with his hand between her legs.

    “JISUNG! SAY MY NAME TO LET ME KNOW YOU ARE ALIVE!”

    He shook his head, eyes gazing at the floor for some clean shorts.

    “Our neighbors are going to complain.”

    She had a good point. He sprinted off his bed. Their fingers intertwined once he slipped on a stained shirt and wrinkled boxers.

    “Hey, Jaemin,” Jisung said breathlessly, opening the door, “I wasn’t expecting a visit.”

    Holding a wicker basket in one hand, Jaemin waved at them. He took off his sunglasses, eyes darting from Jisung to [Y/N]. His two front teeth popped out as his grin widened, black tendrils falling over his forehead.

    “Oooh,” he cooed out slowly. Eyebrows wiggling as a daring gleam shone in his eye. “Congratulations, Jisung, [Y/N]. Double celebrations are in order today. I’ll take you two out to dinner for your second celebration.”

    “Second?” She looked at Jisung. Bottom lip pouting. Cute eyebrows stitched together.

    Jisung’s stomach grumbled as he saw the homemade loaf of French bread in the wicker basket. There was a bottle of champagne too. Some ripe pears and shiny wrapped chocolates. He wordlessly took the basket in his hand when Jaemin gave it to him.

    “I feel honored to be the friend you trust to announce your courtship to.” Jaemin threw his arms out, pulling them into a group hug. A loud, exaggerated sigh came out of him. “I can’t wait to hear how this all happened. Get some rest Jisung-ie. You lovebirds need some quality time together. I don’t want to intrude.”

    He whistled loudly as he walked down the hallway, heading for the stairs. Hands in his pockets.

    “J-jaemin knows that we’re dating?” Her hand squeezed his tight. “H-he put two and two together really fast.”

    Her lips curved into a frown as she locked the door. He wanted to get back to kissing. But the buttery French bread was making him drool.

    “Hey, we get a free dinner!” Jisung set the gift basket down on the kitchen countertop. He took a bite of the crusty French bread. It was warm and so buttery, his tongue was swimming in a rich sea of cream. “So good.”

    “Jisung.” She brushed the crumbs off his lips with the sleeve of the hoodie. “How are we going to explain to Jaemin that we made things official when you caught me-”

    “-We’re not telling him that.” He almost choked, swallowing the ball of bread with one large gulp. “We confessed our feelings before I left for the tournament.”

    “And how exactly did you confess your feelings to me?” Floral heat overpowering his senses. Nails raking into his scalp. Wet kiss at the crook of his neck. “If I can remember right, you stuck your gross finger into me and told me it was fucking hot.”

    “Not romantic enough for you?” He stood, hands grabbing her hips. Thrusting his hips against her. “You didn’t want to say goodbye-”

    “-and we told each other-”

    Her lips were over his. His tongue licked her bottom lip.

    “-how we felt-” he put his thumb into her mouth, hissing before he spoke again, “-fuck, and we-w-w…we became official.”

    “I want you Jisung.” She gagged on his thumb before sucking hard. Blood rushed so fast to his cock, he was blinded with redness before he blinked his vision back. “Fuck me, Jisung.”

    Immediately shoving his spit covered thumb under his hoodie, he felt for her clit. Her eyes were shut tight, mouth wide open. No sound as her hips shook - his thumb sliding against her juicy folds.

    Their lips met. His feet going forward, hers backwards. His spine tingled with her long nails grazing through his sweaty hair.

    He groaned as his legs came into contact with his bed. She moaned against his lips as he sat down, hands pulling her legs to straddle him.

    Her wet slit rubbed up against the bottom of his shaft, moistening his ballsack. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Her minty lips were over his again. His whole body was burning for her, feeling the soft cotton of the hoodie against his skin.

    Hands on her hips, he thrust against her. She moved his throbbing member into her hot slit, fingers holding it firm. Everything blanked as she sunk down heavily onto him. The heat of her pliable walls seared deep into him. The pressure of both her pussy on his cock and her body over his lap turned his whole body into an oasis of pleasure.

    Nothing existed except the tight heat radiating through his body. He stilled, lost in the moment. Intense pleasurable heat from head to toe. Her hands were on his shoulders and she pushed herself up before dropping back down.

    “Fuck!” Arms up her back, he pulled her against him. He’d never wash the hoodie ever again, both of their sweat soaking it up. “So fucking soft.”

    Their hips writhed haphazardly against each other. Her pussy so hot and tight, if he didn’t move he would fall apart. His eyes cracked open to see her lost in ecstasy, tongue hanging over her bottom lip. Her eyebrows stitched together.

    “Jisung!” She yelped as he pushed her off of him, landing on her back.

    “No-condom!” He groaned, eyes shut tight as he stroked his cock fast, pressing it against the inside of her pliable thigh. Fist milking his cum, he opened his eyes as the last of it spilled onto her. “So-fucking-hot.”

    “Jisung.” Her breath was shaky, hands massaging her thighs. Her eyes were locked on his white cum dribbling down her skin, soaking into his sheets. “We just showered.”

    “We can do it again later.”

    She moaned as he pushed his middle finger into her cunt. Her slick covered cunt made it easy to rub against her clit with his thumb, middle finger pumping faster. Hips shaking, she moaned out his name as she came. Hand stilling, he fought off the urge to blink as her throbbing cunt sucked his finger back and forth, slick dribbling down to his wrist.

    Unable to contain himself, he slid down and slurped up her salty slick - mouth sucking up her folds. Her fingers entangled in his hair as his tongue dove into her hot cunt. Lapping up her juices, his pointed tip flicked her clit over and over. He grabbed her ass hard, letting her writhing hips direct where his teeth and tongue would hit her folds.

    Humming a shaky moan, she released his hair. His head stopped aching, blood rushing down his face. The slurping noises he made tasting her sent angry hot blood to his guts, ringing sweetly into his ears. Her hips shook hard, blurring his vision. He focused on watching his thumb flick her overstimulated clit. Tongue out of her cunt, he sat up.

    She seemed to struggle, mouth barely able to press her lips together. A short groan came out of her as he spooned her, positioning them to lay on their sides. Lips at the back of her ear, arms wrapped around her waist. She sniffled, tears soaking up in the sleeve of the hoodie.

    “I really do like you.” His hold tightened around her. “I’m not lying.”

    “I know, Jisung. I know you like me. I’m just…you’re really good at making me feel good. I’m happy we’re…we’re official.”

    He couldn’t help himself. Lips at the nape of her neck. Deep inhale of her floral sweet scent.

    She moaned, eyes shut, face turned into the pillow. His palm slid over her pussy. His mind was turning grey, focus disappearing fast. If he wasn’t so tired he’d start finger fucking her again.

    “Will you get some sleep, Jisung? You need it.”

    “Thank you for such a good welcome home greeting.” A chuckle came out as she moaned. Her fingers curled around his wrist as he tapped his fingers against her labia. “So warm and soft.”

    “Jisung!” She laughed. “Let’s get some sleep.”

    Directing his arms around her waist, she began to match his slow, deep breathing. The sun brought light through the window, but they were falling asleep as the day began. He planted one final kiss at the back of her neck, body and mind stilling as the last waves of adrenaline settled out of him.

    What a wild fucking weekend.

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Thank you always for reading!

Love, CC💚

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💚 Hey, bestie, I'm sorry it took me so long to get to part three.

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love happy endings and double or nothing they’re both masterpieces. I can’t stop rereading them it is so good. I was wondering if you’re going to write a part 3 like reader would like to dom haechan and yang but end up failing but still got dicked down + overstim to punish her LOL this is just a suggestion if ever you’ll consider writing one, it omg anyway I think you’re my new fave writer 🧎🏻‍♀️

💀 I don't know where to start 😭 😳 🥰 Thank you for such a nice message!!! I am just writing what I think my readers want with Yanghyuck so I'm so glad you enjoyed them. And being your favorite writer??? I am speechless. I really...thank you so much!!! 💘💚💘💚💘🤩🥰 I can only hope I will keep writing stories you will enjoy!

And then your suggestion for a part 3??? 💀💀💀💀💀 I didn't think I'd have it in me to write a part 3 but your suggestions are giving me ideas. 😭🤭🤭 I have so many fic ideas and WIPs, I'll try to see if I can squeeze in time to write something. No guarantees but thank you such again for making me day!!!

Love, CC! 💚