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[skzdominate]

this definitely needs more love

⋆˚⋆𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘙𝘢𝘸₊˚.

Pairing: Straykids x Fem reader

Tags: Unprotected sex, P in V, cumming inside, pet names (baby, darling, angel), slight breeding kink, public sex,

A/N: Sorry this took so long..I honestly never expected ppl to see and enjoy my nonsense 😭 (not proofread, i'm lazy asf)

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧:

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-Most of the time you go raw anyway...he gets impatient sometimes and can't be bothered to put a condom on

-But he always makes sure you're comfortable with everything he's doing. he wants you to feel good, lose yourself in him.

-Things are getting hot quick...Your thighs rub against his as you grind down into his lap, his tongue sliding around yours.

-You can feel him grow harder by the second, you trail your kisses down his jaw to his neck, causing him to let out a strained whine

- "Baby, I don't know if I can wait..."

-it's so cute when he's desperate for it. desperate to penetrate you and feel your welcoming walls..

- "Can I take you here on the couch?"

-He ask softly, his big doe eyes looking at you for an answer, to him it doesn't matter where. he'll make love to you anywhere.

-Once you nod he immediately flips you down against the soft cushion of the couch, heated kisses are resumed as you both frantically undress, as he gets down to his zipper you speak

- "Baby...I want it raw...I want you to cum inside...please"

- God when you beg like that he swears he'll give you anything, a soft smile warms his face as he nods

- "You know I could never decline an offer to breed you, baby~"

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨:

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-He's got you pressed against the wall, his plump thigh pressed against your sopping heat, you can't help but press against his muscular thigh, rolling your hips as he sucks at your neck

-He's never been one to do all this, it's not unusual but it's a surprise, he did just return home from practice...you figure he must need a distraction after having a long day

-You pull his hand and lead him into the bedroom, where you both strip naked, his eyes drink you in as his hand trails down your arm, causing goosebumps to follow,

- "Are you sure you want this darling? we can stop.."

-A giggle escapes you, even when you initiate sex he always double checks that this is what you want. and it is, you always want him.

-You nod as you both fall back ontop the bed, passionate kisses and low whispers linger, seems like today he wants you face down ass up

-Your face lays on the cold pillows as you arch your back just enough, he stays planted behind you, admiring your ass and just how much you're dripping, he aline's himself with your entrance but you have a change of heart.

- "Wait.."

-He stops a immediately, ready to stop if you're not feeling it but before he can ask you...

- "Take the condom off... wanna feel all of you.."

-You croak out as you turn you head back to look at him, his eyes burn with lust but his touch is still gentle, you've never asked him to take off protection before, he knows how important it is but...fuck..he would love to feel your heat engulf his cock whole.

- He does what you ask and lord does it feel good. He's the most vocal you've ever heard him, his thrust quickly turn eager, gripping tightly at your ass as he talks into your ear

- "Can you feel me baby? all of me.?"

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧:

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-You and changbin always work out together, it's been a thing you two enjoy doing together, more specifically you watching his muscles flex and glaze over with sweat

-You steal glances at him and he definitely steals looks at you. those tight shorts you got on have been distracting him from his weight lifting.

-When he sees you doing squats he takes the opportunity to "spot" you. he comes up behind you and tells you ways to improve your form

- "Bend your knees just a bit more...good, now lift your hips.."

- He's so close behind you it's difficult to miss his rock hard body rubbing against you, he presses against you more and you immediately know what he's up to

-Each time you rise from a squat you can feel his erection press into your ass cheek, he's telling you what he wants and you want it too

- Too eager and way too impatient to wait all the way back home you get frisky in his car..😜

-In the back seat where he's ontop of you and kissing you roughly, things get heated quickly, when he reaches for a condom in the glove compartment...he groans..he doesn't have any with him

- "Shit..i'm sorry baby, I don't have a condom on me right now"

-You can't help but grin at his pout, his deflated look too cute to ignore

- "Who said we would be needing one?~"

-He's a little shocked at first and you chuckle at his reaction, he lets out a low chuckle as well

- "What a naughty girl you are...open your legs for me baby~"

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧:

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-You can never get enough of him. you always bother him whenever you need him or just want his attention, he's a busy man, if he's not painting he's drawing and if he's not drawing he's writing down lyrics. he's passionate about his work and you know better than disturb him but...

-You're feeling a little needy. You peak your head into his art room where he's sketching out some flowers, he sees you and smiles softly

- "You can come in, darling"

-You immediately skip over and take your rightful spot in his lap, his arm wraps around your waist and holds you close and he focuses in on drawing again, you sigh, you expected a little more attention from him.

-You start to kiss his neck, leaving light marks on him, he groans at the sensation

- "Baby...I'm busy right now.."

- "Hm...you haven't paid attention to me all day.."

-You whine as you pull at his shirt, he grins before setting his pencil down

- "...Yeah I know i haven't..that's not fair to you, huh?"

- He says in a soft voice and he cups your face, You shake your head with a pout, He chuckles as he picks you up and carries you into the bedroom, placing you on the bed

- "Why don't i make it up to you hm?~" he grins mischievously as you nod curiously.

-He's already ahead of you, before you can even ask he's stripping you and kissing you all over

-He starts off gentle then when he get closer to cumming he get aggressive

- "Mm..Is it okay if i cum inside you, baby?"

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : 𝑯𝒂𝒏:

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-Just like chan, most of the time you don't use protection either, Han is a freakbot and enjoys seeing your cum mix with his as it drips out of you, but he also loves the intimacy of it, feeling every nook and cranny of your walls, how warm and soft they are.

-After recently having a pregnancy scare you have been cracking down on having safe sex, of course he agrees but it's hard sometimes...he turns over to see your back, laying on your side, he slides closer, wrapping his arms around your waist

- "..Baby.." he sighs lowly against your ear

- "No. don't even try it." you immediately shut him down, knowing what that tone means.

- "Pleaseee...it's been so long just let me feel you again..i won't ask again"

- You know that's a lie, he's been losing it not being able to cum inside you, he doesn't mind using condoms but he's gotten use to the real thing. No barriers in between. You'll admit, you miss the warm sensation of his cum seeping deep into you....Maybe just a couple times won't hurt...

- "Fine. just this once"

-That's a lie too. you know he'll convince you a lot more times or you'll willingly give in on your own..

-Once he gets you on your back, legs spread as he thrust in between them, panting heavily, he leans down to kiss you and tell you how much he loves you and how good you make him feel.

-He becomes a babbling mess when he fucks you...

- "You squeeze me so well baby...keep that up and i'll actually give you a baby this time~" he moans softly as his hips shudder.

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙:

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-It's your first time together..intimately, you know you should use protection but seeing how nervous he is and how he fumbles the condom, you just want him now.

- "Felix...just leave it..I want you now" you plead softly as you look into his eyes, his pupils blown wide

-"Ar...Are you sure?"

-You give him a reassuring smile as you nod, once he's inside you quickly grow addicted to the feeling, and his low groans of pleasure.

-His thrust are gentle but passionate, he doesn't wanna hurt you. It take everything in him to go steady but with how your gripping him he could cum right now.

-He's a vocal angel, doesn't hold back at all. He always take the opportunity to praise you and tell you how he feels.

- "You feel so good angel....roll your hips for me"

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : 𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧:

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- You're in public..seungmin loves to tease you and get you horny in public, it's a guilty pleasure of his, something about fucking you inches away from other people gets him so hard. The thrill. it gets him going but also seeing how shy you are, your cheeks flushed as you try to be quiet. He loves it.

-The place where you are is a strip mall, so many different places to check out. Too bad seungmin hasn't been paying attention since you got here, you put on a cute little skirt...completely forgetting what they do to him.

- He's been staring aimlessly at your ass all day, catching glimpses of your panties...he's convinced you did this on purpose but you've been dragging him store to store, begging him to buy you knickknacks you don't need but he'll buy anyway.

- Now you're trying on clothes, you've tried on practically the whole store, You notice the way his eyes darken as they trail down your body each time you show him a different article of clothing.

- "Baby, Can you come in here and help me with this dress?"

- You innocently call out from the dressing room, you hear him get up and pulls the curtain back, grinning as he steps in and closes the curtain back, immediately you pounce on him, kissing him softly, he immediately responds, his tongue moving with yours.

-He's ruined you. you like letting him bend you over in public spaces and risk getting caught. he's converted you to the thrill of it all. you want it, now.

- "I know you wanna fuck me in this tiny dressing room~"

- He swallows every moan and groan you make, your legs spread as he rams into your heat, kissing you so your noises won't be so loud

-He watches you intensely, enjoying watching you struggle to stay quiet, he shoves his index and middle finger in your mouth.

- "You gotta be quiet, angel..don't want us to get caught do you?"

-you hum around his fingers in response, sucking on them as you wrap your legs around his waist.

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧:

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-Jeongin is a family guy. He loves to be around his family and yours, with that you are very acquainted with his family. Today you're hanging out with his niece, she's the cutest and ever since she first saw you she's been obessed with being around you.

-Seeing the small resemblances she has to Jeongin makes you feel....different? Warm and Maternal... oh god...it's baby fever.

-You've always felt incurious about having kids and Jeongin respected that but..maybe a little combination of the both of you wouldn't be so bad..

-That night you return home to find jeongin in bed on his phone, god how does he always look so good?

- "How was she?" he ask with a smile on his face

- "She was great, as always..." you reply back as i crawl into bed and snuggle into his side

- "..Are you alright?" his strong around immediately wraps around you, putting down his phone and putting his full attention on you.

- "Ha...yeah i'm fine..it's just seeing your niece today made me think..." you trail off he raises an eyebrow at you but silently urges you to continue.

- "I noticed how much she looks like you...It made me feel...like i want one of our own.."

- Your voice downs down the sultry tone as you look at him, trying to gauge if he understands. A sly grin plasters on his face.

- "Oh really? Hm..that can definitely be arranged, baby"

- He hums as his hand slides down to your hip, pulling you a bit closer

"I'll give you as many babies as you want..all you have to do is ask~"

- A chill runs down your spine as he whispers into your ear, you tug your bottom lip between your teeth.

- "I want you to put a baby in me" a cheeky grin appears on your face as you whisper back into his ear.

-He practically fucks you into the bed. Face down ass up as he drills into you. You asked for a baby and he'll sure as hell give you one. Your whines of pleasure filling his head.

- "Go ahead baby, Fuck yourself on my dick"

-A desperate whine leaves your lips as you gather whatever energy you had left to throw you ass back against him, a loud smack follows as you comply, he can't help but leave red hand marks on your butt. ;((

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I JUST HIT OVER 100 FOLLOWERS!!! and it's all to this fic I love it so bad. I know I said I was posting soon but work is piling and I barely have time to write so I'm gonna feed you this quick little teaser of my new underwater series I'm starting. its no particular group but I did start with jeongin of Skz, so I'll show you a little bit of that.

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the fact that I gained over 30 followers with just one fic is insane! I know it's taking me a long time to push out posts but writing long fics does in fact take a long time (and my next posts here and on my other blog are fairly long). So either today (Saturday for me) or Sunday I will be posting those after editing and revisions. stay tuned!

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Backstage Bump and Grind

Song Mingi x Fem! Reader, OT8 ateez x Fem! Reader (reader is mingi's girlfriend)

This is my very cute, very beautiful fic. It's super dirty. minors DNI but I can't really control it. when I say dirty I mean don't lock into this if u ain't a freaky freak.

I wrote this while listening to in your fantasy on repeat I think I got possessed.

super not proofread

Content warning: HEAVY smut, praise/degradation, multiple partners, oral (f), fingering, Train, dom/sub, biting, hair-pulling, choking, cream pie, overstimulation, gangbang, double penetration, oral (m) titfucking, anal, rough use, spit, cum play, fully consensual non-stop sex, color checks as in physical state. This gets freaky way too fast.

when I demonstrated the positions on my bed it made sense to me okay.

MASTERLIST

📍banners by @/cafekitsune

You always knew watching Mingi onstage would be the end of you.

You’d been to his rehearsals, stood in the wings while he perfected his lines, watched him bounce from joke to joke in recording rooms and hotel suites with his members, easy and boyish and glowing with passion. But it wasn’t the same. It never compared to the way he transformed in front of a crowd.

Tonight, you watched from side-stage, heart jackhammering as the lights turned red and warm, casting the whole arena in electric heat. The moment the beat dropped, Mingi hit his first verse with a sharp roll of his hips and a growl in his throat that sent heat straight between your legs.

He was on fire. Full throttle. Every movement carved from the kind of confidence only someone adored could wear naturally. He looked like he was born for it—sweat catching at his brow, jaw sharp and glinting under the lights, body draped in that outfit like sin.

And you knew that look in his eye.

Not just the “I own this stage”, The one that locked onto you, even in a crowd of thousands. The one that said "Just wait until we're alone."

By the time the concert ended, your thighs were pressed tight together, breath shallow. You’d nearly combusted watching his tongue peek out before each verse, his low growl during the dance break, the way his shirt rode up over his abs as he hyped the crowd.

When the lights finally dropped, the roar of the fans lingering like thunder, the boys filed offstage high on adrenaline.

Seonghwa gave you a gentle shoulder bump and a smirk as he passed. “He’s been talking about you all night.”

You scoffed. “He’s been growling into a mic and body rolling. Doesn’t seem like he missed me much.”

Jongho snorted. “Oh, he missed you. He’s barely held it together. Told us not to say anything crazy after the show.”

“Why?”

Seonghwa smirked, slinging a towel over his shoulders. “Because he’s planning to fuck the soul out of you. Right here in the dressing room.”

Your eyes widened. “You’re joking.”

But then, he arrived.

Mingi—towering, drenched in sweat, shirt riding up, chains swaying. His gaze locked on you the second he stepped offstage.

“Baby.”

The rest of the group faded from your mind. You barely registered the way Wooyoung shouted a congratulations or how San collapsed onto the nearest couch. All you could see was him.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Mingi was already tugging you into his chest with a hand firm on your waist.

He kissed you like it had been weeks. Tongue deep, lips bruising, teeth catching on your lower lip.

And right there, in the chaotic post-show dressing room—filled with managers leaving, towels, and backup dancers filtering out—he leaned down to whisper in your ear:

“You wore that dress just to torture me, didn’t you?”

You blinked up at him. “You’re the one moaning into a mic, Mingi. You started it.”

His smirk was sharp. “And I’m going to finish it.”

“Here?” you whispered, breath hitching.

Mingi turned, glancing toward the other members, who had sprawled out on the plush couches, half-stripped, chatting and laughing about a stage mishap. Hongjoong caught Mingi’s eye — and gave a little nod.

Your heart skipped.

Mingi pulled you closer until your thighs brushed his. “You sure?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes.”

“Color?”

“Green.”

“Good girl.”

You didn’t miss the way Yunho raised an eyebrow from across the room, grinning as Mingi sat back on the couch and pulled you into his lap like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Like you weren’t already throbbing from the heat of his voice and the press of his bulge under you.

Like the rest of the members weren’t right there.

He nuzzled into your neck, lips brushing your ear. “You’ll let me keep you warm for a bit?”

You swallowed. “Mingi—”

“I’ll ask one more time, baby.” His voice dipped low. “You wanna sit on my cock while they all talk about the concert?”

You whined, the noise barely audible. He reached between you, thumb stroking the inside of your thigh, and you felt him press against your panties through the thin fabric of your dress.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you whispered, trembling. “Please.”

He didn’t rush. That was the worst part — the way he took his time lifting your dress, pushing your panties to the side, unzipping his pants just enough to free his cock.

Thick. Hot. Already leaking.

He guided you down onto him with practiced ease, one hand under your ass and the other around your waist as you sank down, inch by inch.

You gasped at the stretch—so full, so sudden—and he bit your shoulder to muffle his own groan.

The room didn’t stop moving. San was still talking about missing a cue during one of the dances. Jongho had a drink in hand. Wooyoung and Yeosang were bickering over who nailed their choreography harder. Hongjoong typed on his phone like nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

Only Yunho seemed to notice how you shifted in Mingi’s lap, breathing a little quicker, cheeks flushed.

Mingi stayed still inside you.

“Just sit,” he whispered, kissing your jaw. “Let me warm you up, baby. That’s all. You can do that for me, right?”

You nodded, barely holding in a whimper.

His hands rested on your hips like they belonged there. Occasionally he’d stroke your back or toy with your hemline, and every so often he’d roll his hips just the slightest bit. Just enough to remind you he was there, buried deep, owning every inch of you.

Your legs shook.

“Mingi—”

He tightened his grip, voice warm but commanding. “You move without permission, and I’ll make you beg in front of all of them. You hear me?”

You clenched around him.

He chuckled darkly, biting your shoulder again. “Knew you’d like that.”

You tried to stay composed—tried to focus on anything but the way he throbbed inside you, twitching slightly every time someone laughed too loud or got too close.

You tried not to moan when Yunho walked past and ruffled Mingi’s hair with a knowing look.

“Good show,” Yunho said, his voice warm. “Nice... post-show cooldown, huh?”

Mingi just grinned. “She’s the best recovery I’ve ever had.”

You whined, barely audible, and Mingi took it as permission to start moving.

Slow. Deep. Barely rocking his hips—but enough to send sparks licking up your spine.

He didn’t stop talking, didn’t stop acting like nothing was happening.

Just slid in and out, inch by inch, while keeping you sitting pretty on his lap. His arms cradled you, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your thigh tightly enough to bruise.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Letting me stretch you out like this, just soaking me in while they all sit here like nothing’s happening.”

His praise sent a shiver through your entire body.

And then he added, voice low and smug, “So fucking desperate. Can’t even keep quiet, huh? Gonna cry just from sitting on my cock?”

You whimpered—and this time, Jongho turned.

“You alright over there?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but Mingi beat you to it, smiling sweetly. “She’s just shy. Gets overwhelmed easily after shows.”

Jongho chuckled. “Don’t tease her.”

Mingi kissed your shoulder. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

But you knew he was lying—and you loved it.

You tried to keep still.

Tried to stay composed in his lap while the other members chatted like nothing was happening. But Mingi didn’t make it easy. His cock sat deep, the stretch delicious, maddening. Every time he shifted slightly beneath you—under the disguise of adjusting, of leaning back, of laughing at something Wooyoung said—your insides clenched, needing more.

It was unbearable and he knew it.

“You’re dripping,” he whispered, mouth brushing your ear, lips ghosting your neck. “Just sitting on me like this. Fucking filthy, baby.”

You whimpered.

He brushed a hand across your lower back, the pressure grounding and cruel all at once.

“She’s squirming,” Yunho muttered from the other couch, half-smiling. “You planning to stay like that all night?”

Mingi chuckled low, slow. “She begged for it.”

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, amused but unbothered. “Is she okay?”

You nodded quickly—flushed, trembling, thighs soaked.

“She’s perfect,” Mingi answered for you. Then his voice dropped, all control and command. “Aren’t you, baby?”

Your voice cracked when you whispered, “Yes.”

“Louder.”

“Yes, I’m perfect—”

“Say it like you believe it.” You gasped as he rolled his hips just once—a long, slow push deeper that stole your breath.

“I’m perfect,” you moaned out, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m perfect for you.”

“Fuck yes, you are.”

And just like that, the teasing stopped.

Mingi’s grip tightened at your waist as he lifted your hips—not all the way off, just enough to slide back in with agonizing precision. You let out a choked sob at the sensation.

“Oh my god—”

The couch creaked slightly as he began a rhythm—slow, brutal, possessive. His cock dragged along every sensitive spot inside you, every thrust making you feel more and more like you belonged to him, like nothing else existed but the drag of his cock and the way he filled you up so perfectly.

Across the room, the conversation shifted—slowly, deliberately—into silence.

One by one, the members turned to watch.

No one said a word for a long moment. The air was thick. Hot. Heavy with permission and understanding.

You whimpered again when Mingi tugged your hair back, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Look at them,” he growled. “Look at the fucking mess you are in front of them. Moaning on my cock like a brainless little doll.”

You could hardly see straight, eyes glazed over, lips parted and wet.

“Do you wanna stop?” he asked suddenly—voice softer. Checking.

You shook your head immediately. “No. Please. Please don’t stop.”

He exhaled sharply, eyes dark with something primal. “That’s my good girl.”

His thrusts sped up—deep, heavy, measured. Not pounding yet, but full of heat and promise.

“She likes this?” Yeosang asked, voice breathless but respectful.

Mingi glanced up, one brow raised. “She loves this.”

You could barely breathe, let alone answer—not when your pussy was gripping Mingi’s cock so tight, not when the heat was curling in your belly, threatening to snap with every slow grind.

“She looks fucking wrecked,” Wooyoung said, his voice low and aroused.

“She is,” Mingi said proudly, dragging his cock out halfway just to slam back in, making your whole body jolt in his lap. “But she can take it. Can’t you, baby?”

You nodded frantically. “Yes—yes, I can.”

A tear slipped from the corner of your eye. Not from pain—from the overwhelming need. And Mingi saw it instantly.

He softened again, brushing his thumb gently across your cheek. “Color?”

“Green,” you whispered.

His praise hit like lightning. “That’s it, sweet girl. Take it all.”

He adjusted your position, spreading your legs wider across his thighs, one hand gripping your ass, the other at your throat — firm, steady, never cutting off breath, but controlling.

“I could keep you cock-drunk forever,” he whispered. “Keep you stuffed and filled and fucked in front of everyone. Let them see how much you love being mine.”

A chorus of quiet groans surrounded you.

You dared to look up—saw the way all of them stared.

San was palming himself through his pants. Jongho sat still, flushed and hard. Wooyoung had one hand in his hair, biting his knuckle. Yunho’s jaw was tight, chest rising. Seonghwa had that unreadable calm, but his hand was curled into a fist. Even Hongjoong looked darkly entertained, as though he’d known this would happen all along.

But they didn’t move closer.

Not yet.

“Want them to watch you cum?” Mingi murmured into your ear. “Want to show them how good I fuck you?”

You whimpered, back arching. “Yes—yes, please—”

“That’s my girl.”

He lifted you, slammed you back down.

Once. Twice. Again.

You choked on your moans, the slap of skin loud now, filthy in the quiet of the room.

“You feel that?” Mingi groaned. “You hear how wet you are for me?”

He was close. You could tell in the way his breathing hitched, the sharpness of his thrusts, the tight grip he had on your hips.

“I’m gonna cum in you,” he growled. “Gonna fill this pussy up in front of all of them. Gonna make you fucking drip.”

Your head dropped back onto his shoulder, mouth open, eyes shut tight.

“Beg for it,” he demanded.

“Please, Mingi, please cum in me—fill me up—I need it so bad!”

He snapped.

With a broken groan, he slammed deep and stayed there, twitching inside you as hot pulses of cum filled your cunt.

You came with him—hard, shaking, clenching tight around his cock as your orgasm ripped through you. You cried out, nearly screaming his name, nails clawing at his arm as you unraveled.

It took you a full minute to stop shaking.

You collapsed against him, panting hard, your thighs still twitching around him.

And he held you like glass—kissed your hair, whispered praises, stroked your sides until your pulse slowed.

“You still with me?” he murmured.

You nodded. “Green.”

“Fuck, you’re amazing.”

Then you heard it—the soft rustle of someone shifting closer.

Your head turned.

It was Yunho.

Kneeling beside the couch, gaze hot but gentle.

“She really okay?” he asked, voice husky but calm.

Mingi looked at you.

“She is,” he said. You and mingi eyed each other, gazes saying everything words couldn't. He nodded briefly, arms tight around you. You turned to everyone else, voice soft. “If you all want to... if you’re okay with it... I’m open.”

One by one, they approached. Every single member paused before touching you. Every one of them asked.

“Can I kiss you?” Seonghwa whispered.

“Can I taste you?” Wooyoung asked.

“Can I touch her with you watching?” San growled at Mingi, not you.

And Mingi—flushed, possessive, proud—nodded slowly.

“Make her feel good,” he said. “But she’s still mine."

You were still trembling when Seonghwa knelt in front of you.

He was so gentle with it—reaching for your hand, kissing your wrist. His touch soothed the burn Mingi had stoked to a roaring fire.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” you breathed, blinking through tears. “Please.”

Mingi sat back, still deep inside you, arms wrapped around your waist. He didn't move to pull out, didn't try to hide the proud smile on his lips.

“She’s still full of me,” he said darkly. “So don’t waste time, Hwa.”

Seonghwa leaned in—pressed the softest kiss to your inner thigh.

“Can I taste you?” he murmured. “All of you?”

“Yes,” you whispered, legs falling open more.

Mingi slowly shifted you off his cock, groaning as you slid free with a wet sound. His cum dripped from your spent cunt, but you barely had time to process before Seonghwa dove in.

His tongue was angelic.

He licked you clean—slow, deep, reverent—moaning softly into you like your pleasure was his favorite melody. He tongued Mingi’s cum out of you like it was holy, spreading your folds with long fingers to suck gently on your clit.

“Oh my—Seonghwa—”

He hummed, dragging two fingers inside, curling them perfectly.

“Such a pretty mess,” he murmured between strokes. “You take everything so well, sweetheart.”

Your moans came louder now, legs twitching as he devoured you—his tongue flicking, his fingers curling, and Mingi holding your hips still as you writhed.

You came quickly again—bucking into Seonghwa’s mouth, sobbing his name as he coaxed you through it, never once letting up.

By the time he pulled away, your whole body shook.

And the San stepped in.

“Still green?” he asked, brushing sweat-damp hair from your face.

You nodded. “Yes.”

He smirked, slow and wolfish. “Good.”

San wasn’t soft.

He was fire—all grabbing hands and teeth and growled praise.

“Want me to fuck you with my fingers first, or do you want my cock now, baby?” he asked, cock already out and heavy in his fist.

“Now,” you moaned, eyes wide. “Now, please—”

He didn’t hesitate.

He hooked your leg over his arm and slid in deep in one thrust, groaning loud at the tightness. You screamed, overwhelmed by the stretch and the leftover sensitivity.

“God, you’re ruined already,” he moaned. “Mingi fucked you open just for me, huh?”

He pounded into you—hard, fast, relentless—but never once stopped looking at your face, checking for signs of discomfort. His hand snaked around your throat, squeezing lightly as you moaned louder and louder.

“She’s so loud now,” San teased, glancing at Mingi. “You always fuck her this dumb?”

Mingi smirked. “Only when I want her brain off.”

“She’s close again,” San groaned, feeling you clench. “Cum on me, please,I want to feel it.”

You came like a shockwave—head tossed back, walls fluttering around him. San fucked you through it, pulling out last-second and cumming across your belly with a low, possessive grunt.

Then came Wooyoung.

“Oh baby,” he purred, wiping San’s mess from your skin with his shirt. “You are a sight.”

He didn’t go in right away. He teased. Kissed his way up your thighs. Bit your hip. Smacked your pussy gently to watch you twitch.

“You like being everyone’s little toy?”  Mingi whispered as wooyoung licked a stripe up your folds. “You want him to wreck you?”

“Please—”

He didn’t fuck you with his cock—not yet.

Wooyoung ate you out like it was a competition.

He sucked your clit between his lips, flicking hard, while two fingers worked you open again. The filthiest sounds came from you—sobs, gasps, choked apologies as you tried to hold back an orgasm and failed every time.

When he slid inside finally after your third orgasm—he grunted and leaned down to bite your shoulder.

“So tight still. So fucking greedy.”

He didn’t last long—not with how wrecked you looked.

He came inside you, whispering filthy praise in your ear as you sobbed for more.

And Jongho…

Jongho surprised you.

He was firm. Silent. Rough in the most disciplined way.

He bent you over, held your hips like iron, and fucked you from behind while Mingi kissed your face and whispered how perfect you were.

Jongho didn’t moan much—but the low growl in his chest when he came deep in you made your walls clench hard again.

You nearly blacked out from the overstimulation.

Yeosang and Yunho were last.

Yeosang was curious. Almost reverent, asking if he could watch you fall apart from just his fingers.

He slipped two in, then three, hitting your spot again and again until you screamed his name, coating his hand in slick and shaking like you’d been hit by lightning.

“You’re unreal,” he whispered, kissing your knees, your ankles, your trembling stomach.

Yunho fucked you sweet.

He held you in his lap, murmured soft praises, told you how beautiful you were even while his cock dragged in and out of your slick walls.

“You’ve done so well,” he whispered. “Let me give you one more.”

He tilted your hips just right—and you came again, body limp in his arms as you squirted, a wet gush that made every member groan.

And through it all, Mingi watched.

Eyes dark. Arms crossed. Hard again.

When Yunho gently set you down, shaking and boneless, Mingi came back to you.

You didn’t know how long it had been. How many orgasms they’d pulled from you. How much cum was already dripping out of you, soaking your thighs, your chest, your throat.

The concert was already over—long over. The space was empty and quiet. staff didn't dare to enter, and everyone had left.

When Mingi looked at you—ruined, limp across Yunho’s lap, trembling and slick—he grinned like the devil.

“Still green?”

Your voice cracked. “Yes.”

“Then don’t think we’re done.”

He grabbed you by the hips, dragged you to the center of the suite’s large bed, and flipped you on your stomach like you weighed nothing.

San was already behind you—hard again, spit-slick fingers rubbing over your folds.

“Want her like this,” San growled, “With you inside her too.”

Mingi’s mouth curved. “D.P?”

“She can take it. Look at her already—cockdrunk and drooling.”

You moaned at their words, knees shaking as they spread your legs apart. Mingi leaned down, grabbed a handful of your hair, and tilted your head back.

“You want both of us inside you?”

“Y-Yes,” you gasped. “Please, please—”

San shoved two fingers into you while Mingi rubbed the head of his cock against your rim, pressing slow and firm.

“Then beg for it.”

“Please fuck me,” you sobbed. “Fill me up, stretch me—need you both.”

They didn’t make you wait.

San lined up and thrust in deep, groaning as your cunt clamped down on him.

“Fuck, how are you still so tight?”

Then came Mingi—careful at first, easing into you backside with slick-coated fingers first, then the thick head of his cock. He kissed your spine as you trembled beneath him.

“Breathe, baby.”

“I’m okay,” you panted, teeth digging into the pillow. “Please—”

He pushed in slow. The stretch was unreal—the two of them moving together, both panting curses as they bottomed out.

You screamed into the sheets.

“Fuck—she’s so full,” San groaned.

“Taking it like a perfect little slut,” Mingi snarled, biting your shoulder. “You love being ruined like this, don’t you?”

You nodded wildly, tears falling freely as the pressure overwhelmed you.

Mingi set the pace—brutal, coordinated thrusts with San, pistoning into you like they were on the same rhythm. Every drag of their cocks inside you stretched your walls, lit every nerve on fire.

You came faster than before—sobbing, choking, shaking—and they didn’t stop.

“Hold her still,” Mingi barked.

Yunho moved first—kneeling at the head of the bed, hand gripping your chin.

“Open for me, princess.”

You parted your lips just as he slid his cock between them, filling your throat until you gagged around the length.

“God, she’s so good at this,” he groaned, gently guiding your head with one hand.

Right beside him, Yeosang stepped in, cock already hard and leaking.

“Can I…?” he asked softly.

Mingi grunted behind you. “Yes. Stuff her full.”

You moaned around Yunho’s cock as Yeosang slipped in too—not deep, just enough to stretch your lips around both of them.

“You’re doing so well,” Yeosang whispered, fucking into your cheek. “Look at you.”

San and Mingi never stopped—one brutal thrust after another, cocks dragging through both holes until you felt split wide open, cock in every hole, hands on every inch of skin.

Then came Hongjoong and Jongho—kneeling beside your tits, stroking themselves slowly.

“She’s ready for more,” Jongho muttered.

“She’s a masterpiece,” Hongjoong said simply. “Let’s ruin her chest.”

They leaned in together—hands gripping your tits tight as they slid their cocks between the plush curves, dragging slick heads over sensitive nipples.

“Fuck, fuck—” you moaned around the cocks in your mouth.

“You want more?” Mingi growled behind you. “You want to be used like this?”

Yes, your brain screamed, even as your throat was too full to speak.

Your body was on fire.

And then… the last two stepped in.

Seonghwa and Wooyoung, already hard, already grinning.

“You okay?” Seonghwa asked one last time.

You pulled off Yunho and Yeosang for a moment just to whisper: “Yes. Don’t stop. I want all of you.”

Wooyoung kissed your temple. “Good girl.”

They knelt behind Mingi and San, hands on your cheeks, slicking your already-spread ass.

“She’s taken Mingi’s cock before, and he's huge,” Wooyoung muttered. “She can take us.”

And you did.

First Seonghwa—easing in steady beside Mingi, slow and steady. Then Wooyoung—slipping into your pussy beside San.

You screamed so loud Mingi slapped your ass hard.

“Quiet,” he growled. “You can cum as many times as you want, but you keep your fucking voice down.”

You nodded desperately, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Now there were four cocks inside you—stretching both holes beyond reason. Each thrust felt impossible, raw and powerful, and you came so hard you nearly blacked out.

And they still. Didn’t. Stop.

They fucked you harder—hips slamming in sync, cocks pulsing, hands dragging over your body like they couldn’t get enough.

Jongho came first—all over your tits with a grunt.

Then Yeosang, painting your face in thick cum.

San came inside your pussy, groaning your name as he twitched deep.

Wooyoung followed, filling you so full it leaked onto the sheets.

Seonghwa was next—soft curses and gentle kisses as he emptied into your ass.

Yunho pulled out, finished across your chest, moaning into your hair.

Hongjoong didn’t even grunt—just tightened his grip and came all over your neck, cock twitching between your breasts.

And finally… Mingi.

He bit your neck hard as he slammed into you one last time, burying himself fully before spilling inside, cum dripping down your thighs, your holes leaking.

You collapsed.

Sobbing. Twitching. Barely breathing.

And then it shifted—everything softened.

Hands touched you like feathers.

A towel on your cheek. Gentle strokes through your hair. Warm water on a cloth dabbing between your legs.

“Green?” Mingi asked softly.

You blinked slowly. “Green. Just… no more.”

“No more,” he promised, voice breaking. “You were perfect.”

They carried you—arms wrapping around you like a nest—to the wider couch. Someone pulled a blanket over you. Someone else lifted your hair, to cool your neck.

Mingi curled beside you, brushing your temple with his lips.

“You’re safe.”

“I feel amazing,” you whispered, weak but glowing.

Each of them took turns—kissing your forehead, stroking your back, massaging your thighs with warm oil. They didn’t rush it. Didn’t joke or laugh. Just took care of you.

Hongjoong wiped your mouth and gave you water.

San kissed your knees.

Seonghwa held your hand the whole time.

Wooyoung whispered compliments in your ear.

Yunho cradled your head in his lap.

Yeosang helped clean between your legs, murmuring, “You’re so good. So strong.”

Jongho brushed his fingers along your arm and hummed a lullaby.

And Mingi?

He held you until you stopped shaking. Ran a warm bath with rose oil and bubbles. Sat behind you and cradled your body, massaging your back while you relaxed.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. “And I’ll never stop showing you how much I adore you.”

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The bathwater was still warm when the others began gathering their things. One by one, they slipped out with gentle touches and soft kisses, leaving you tucked between Mingi’s thighs, your back pressed to his chest beneath the bubbles.

San knelt beside the tub, still shirtless, and ran the pad of his thumb over your cheek.

“You were amazing,” he whispered.

You gave a tired smile, voice hoarse. “You guys were…”

“We know,” Wooyoung cut in with a wink, tossing his towel over his shoulder. “Total gentlemen.”

Mingi didn’t say anything—just kissed your shoulder and watched them with his arms tight around your middle.

Jongho gave you a fresh water bottle and a quiet “Rest well.”

Yeosang rubbed your back with long, soft strokes. “You’re glowing.”

By the time Hongjoong shut the door behind him, leaving the bathroom quiet again, the tension that had buzzed in your bones for hours finally began to fade.

Just you and Mingi now.

His chin rested on your shoulder, arms around your middle, both of you submerged in warmth.

You reached for his hand and laced your fingers through his.

He squeezed, then kissed your temple.

“Color check,” he murmured.

You laughed softly. “So green.”

“Good,” he said. “You scared me for a second. You were shaking so bad.”

“I was wrecked, Mingi.”

“I know.” His voice dipped, pride curling at the edges. “You took everything. Let me share you like that. Let them touch what’s mine.”

You tilted your head to look at him. “You liked watching?”

His eyes darkened instantly. “More than I should’ve.”

You grinned, even as exhaustion tugged at your limbs. “You didn’t look jealous.”

“Oh, I was,” he said, brushing your wet hair away from your face. “But not in the way you think. I wanted them to see what I get. I wanted them to know no one could make you fall apart like me.”

You leaned back against his chest, melting into his embrace.

His next words were quiet. Almost reverent.

“You’re unreal.”

“You’re gonna make me cry again,” you whispered.

He kissed your cheek. “Good. I’ll clean up the tears too.”

You stayed there in the bath until your fingers pruned, Mingi adjusting the temperature once, then twice, until you were fully relaxed. He washed your hair with delicate fingers, massaging your scalp like it was sacred. Then he lifted you from the tub like you weighed nothing and wrapped you in the fluffiest towel he could find.

Your legs trembled when he carried you to the bed.

“You want something to eat?” he asked, tucking pillows behind your back and draping a blanket over your lap.

“Not yet.”

“Water?”

You nodded. He held the bottle to your lips, letting you sip until your throat stopped burning. Then he dried your arms and legs gently, kissing each new bruise he found.

“You okay with the marks?” he asked.

“Love them,” you murmured. “You know that.”

His gaze burned. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re ruined.”

He pulled on a pair of sweatpants, then climbed in beside you, shirtless and warm, his arms open wide.

“Come here.”

You curled into his side immediately. He kissed your forehead. Your temple. Your eyelids. Then just held you, rocking slightly.

“I still feel full,” you whispered.

He smirked. “You are full.”

You groaned, face in his chest. “Don’t say things like that or I’m gonna want another round.”

His hand slid under the blanket. “Another time. Tonight was too much already.”

You nodded. “Yeah. But I don’t regret any of it.”

His fingers gently traced your lower belly. “Me either.”

He shifted, nudging your chin up so you could meet his eyes.

“Thank you for trusting me with that,” he said seriously. “Letting them join. Letting me push you way too far.”

“I’d let you take me apart a hundred times over,” you whispered. “You always put me back together.”

His arms locked tight around you at that.

“Sleep, baby,” he whispered into your hair. “I’ve got you.”

And as you slipped under, sore and floating, you knew that was true.

Mingi always had you.

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Your last fight with jisung wasn't like the others. You didn't scream at him, he didn't scream at you. You didn't say much, just a silent plea for him to notice your insecurities—notice you.

Your relationship was great. You loved him like an idiot, and he loved you ten times greater. You stayed together when he wasn't at dorms, and when he was there, so were you.

The fans weren't always a problem, but the more you saw—the more edits, the more tweets, the more comments that flooded under his posts—you couldn't help but feel some type of way.

Han was always busy, whether it was practicing, producing, tours, anything else, he almost never had time for you during the day.

Over time, he got more annoyed when you brought it up, but never showed it too much. “I'm sorry you feel like that” and “I'm right here” turned into "You're talking crazy" and "Stop overthinking it so much". It made you sick to your stomach, and made you wonder how you let him treat you like this.

One thing never changed. Every night before a tour, he'd leave you a gift—usually a small piece of jewelry or he'd take you out. Then a few hours later, he left. He'd go on stage and look amazing. It always made you feel jealous, even if you knew what was yours.

This particular fight, though—your last fight—started over something completely different. Not the fans, not the insecurities—something completely worse.

"Jisung," you say calmly to him, walking into the living room where he sat, laid back and man spreading on the couch. He barely looked up from his phone, muttering a small "hm?".

You tried to control your anger, you really did. You took a deep breath, "Have you been telling the guys about our sex life?" You cross your arms, hands shaking. He drops his phone into his lap, and looks up at you with pretty eyes. His skin looked so beautiful—tan the way you loved, cheeks soft, and lips thick. He looked so perfect.

"I might've," he holds his hands up in defeat, "but it's not like we really have one, do we? I mean between shows and you being mad all the time, we haven't had sex in a while," he stands, headed towards the kitchen unbothered.

You follow him though, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means what I said. We haven't had sex since I got back from the last tour—that's almost two weeks now. Don't act surprised."

"Well sorry that I'm surprised that my own boyfriend isn't satisfied with our sex life! Am I the problem for not being in the mood sometimes?"

He steps forward, his hands slowly finding their way to your waist, but you push him away, "Not the time, Jisung. Are you gonna talk to me like an actual man or should I go?"

He turns away, but doesn't answer immediately. The silence breaks your heart." Maybe you should.”

You honestly were surprised. You walked away, eyes starting to water, packing a small bag and texting Chan. He watched you move, eyes never leaving you.

“Where are you gonna go? You don't have anywhere to go.”

“Away from you, away from all this. I'll go to San’s house for all you care,” you lied. You grab your car keys—about the only thing of yours he didn't pay for—and headed towards the door.

He ran up behind you, grabbing your shoulder and pinning you to the wall next to the door. His eyes were shocked, sad, and helpless. He looked confused, not knowing what to do or say.

“Baby, I didn't mean it, nothing I said. You know I'm under pressure and I'm just stressed. But going to your ex’s house? lowball, even for you.”

You push him off of you, brows shifting in anger, “The only “ex’s” now are me and you. It's over, Jisung. For real.” You reach for the door before he can stop you, already outside and dialing Chan's number.

“Hello?” he answers on the second ring.

“Hey, Chan. I just—I just had a fight with Jisung. Can I come to your dorm?”

“Holy shit. Of course you can. What happened?” he questions, background noise suggesting he just sat up out of bed.

“I'll explain when I get there,” you make your way down the stairs and out the main door.

“No problem, take your time. Be careful driving.”

“Yeah, thanks”

you hang up, making your way out to the garage.

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You pull up to Chan waiting outside for you. By this time, you had tears streaming down your face and ruined eyelashes. You quickly got out, still aware that you're in public and hurried over to where he stood in a cap and mask. He took them off when he saw you approach, and immediately pulled you in for a hug.

“Aww, Bug, are you okay?” he wraps his arms around your back, right hand rubbing up and down slowly. You stood there crying for a second before pulling away.

“I'm sorry for making you come out here. we can go inside,” you pass him and go into the back door to the building.

Once inside, the other members see you and question, but Chan pushes them away and leads you to his room.

“Stay here for as long as you need, get comfortable. Do you wanna explain,” he sits carefully on the bed next to you. You fall into him, arms around his neck, face buried into his chest.

“I just loved him endlessly and he told me to leave because I asked him if he was telling you guys about our sex and he basically said he wasn't satisfied with me. Then he tried kissing me and I refused so he got upset,” You had wiped your runny nose on your sleeve, and Chan wiped the tears from your eyes.

You sat in silence for a few minutes, chan pulling you in and stroking your hair to comfort you.

You had calmed down a bit—enough to stop crying. “I just don't feel appreciated and I broke up with him and it feels like I shouldn't have. I love him, Chris. I really do.”

He nods along, carefully choosing his next words, “I think being alone for a while will be good for both of you. You're both my best mates, and you look pretty damn good together. I think you just need a break, or to be alone with him—not worrying about fans, friends, sex. It'll do you some good, kiddo. Think about it,” and the next second he's off the bed and out the room. You let your body fall back against his sheets, and before you know it you're passed out.

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You woke up in Chan’s bed, sweaty and missing a shoe. Your hair was a mess and your tears stained his pillowcase. Your vision wasn't fully there, but you could hear the faint voice of Chan and someone else across the room.

Jisung laid lazily on the floor, and Chan sat in his chair by his desk.

“I messed up, Chan. And I love her too much. I don't know what to do.”

“Look, Ji. I can't give you great advice. What you did was wrong. Telling me and the boys about private stuff was wrong, and you need to put yourself in her shoes.”

“I'm trying to, chan. Its just-”

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You wake up again, this time to a room full of quiet. Chan’s bed still smells like laundry detergent and pinewood cologne. The ache behind your eyes is sharp, but your body feels heavier now—like the weight of crying so hard yesterday is still clinging to your bones.

You roll over, face against the mattress for a minute before slowly sitting up. You blink against the weak sunlight streaming through the crack in the blinds, legs swinging over the side. Your shoe is missing. You find it under Chan’s bed and put it back on before tiptoeing out to the living room. It’s empty now. A note on the counter reads: “Went to the studio. Take your time. I stocked the fridge.”

It’s signed with a little smiley face and wolfchan next to it.

You breathe in slowly, then out.

Eventually, you gather your things, call a cab, and head back to your apartment. Everything feels muffled and slow—like you’re walking through fog. The moment you step into your place, it’s like the silence rushes to meet you. No shoes at the door next to yours. No jacket on the rack. No spare beanie he always left on your kitchen chair. It’s really over.

You shower. The water is too hot and your skin feels like it's on fire under the stream, but it’s the first time in a while you feel clean. Not in the physical way—but in the way that says, I can start again. You let it rinse over you until your fingers wrinkle.

After wrapping yourself in a towel, you sit on your bed and check your phone. That’s when you see it—a notification from your calendar app:

“3 Days Until Trip w/ Jisung 💕✈️”

You’d forgotten. You both planned this two months ago—something quiet, out of the country, somewhere he promised wouldn’t have fans or cameras. A place you could both be just people. Just in love.

You stare at the notification for a long moment before going to your contacts.

You:

Can we talk?

Just on the phone. Please.

He replies almost instantly.

Jisung:

Yeah. I’m free.

You call.

He picks up on the first ring.

“Hey.”

His voice is hoarse, careful. Like he’s holding it with both hands.

“Hey,” you say softly. There’s a pause. You swallow. “I got the reminder. About the trip.”

Another pause. You can hear a car passing in the background on his end. “Yeah... I didn’t cancel it. Just in case.”

“I don’t wanna miss it,” you admit quietly. “I think... even if everything’s messy right now, we shouldn’t throw this away too.”

He hums, something a little smug bleeding into his voice. “So what you’re saying is... you miss me.”

You sigh. “No, Jisung.”

“You miss me already and you’re using this trip as an excuse to see me again—”

“I’m not using anything as an excuse,” you retaliate, sitting up straighter. “I’m not even ready. The plane leaves in three days.”

“That’s plenty of time,” he says casually. “Book yourself a lash appointment. And nails. And eyebrows, and whatever else you want, I'll pay. I know you love looking good.”

“Jisung,” you warn. “Don’t do that.”

“I am doing that,” he says, and you hear the ping of a notification on your end. You check your phone.

It’s a text.

💳: XXXX-XXXX-XXXX-0325

Expiration: 03/26

CVC: 325

“Are you insane?” you ask, blinking. “You just sent me your card info?”

“Yup,” he says, proud. “Go get your shit done. I know you won’t do it unless I force you. Consider it my for now apology.”

“I don’t want your money.”

“I don’t care,” he says, voice softening now. “I want to see you. Not even to fix things right away—just to be somewhere without all the noise. Just us.”

There’s silence for a second. You don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until your lungs start to ache.

Finally, you exhale. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, baby,” he says, voice gentle but laced with the cockiness you pretend to hate. “Pack light. I’m gonna make you forget we ever fought.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t push it.”

He laughs. “See you soon.”

When the call ends, you sit there for a moment. The weight’s still there—but lighter now. A flicker of warmth settles in your chest, and for the first time in hours, you let yourself smile. Just a little.

Maybe it isn’t fixed.

But it isn’t finished either.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

✈︎ Three Days Later ✈︎

The airport buzzes like a beehive—air thick with the scent of coffee, perfume, and exhaustion. You pull your suitcase behind you, looking just a little too good for someone who barely slept last night. You’re not sure if it’s the lashes, the braids that are tightly pulling at your scalp, the fresh brows, the glossed lips—or the faint hope curled in your stomach—but your confidence is back, even if your heart’s still cautious.

You spot him by the check-in kiosk, hoodie over his head, a duffle slung low on his shoulder. His mask is hanging loose around his chin, AirPods in and of course he’s on his phone.

Typical.

You roll your suitcase up to him and clear your throat. Loudly.

Jisung looks up and stops in his tracks, gaze roaming slowly, deliberately.

His mouth tugs into a smug smile. “Damn.”

You blink. “What?”

He raises a brow and gestures lazily with his fingers. “The Braids. The nails. The lashes. The fit—” he tugs the hem of your top teasingly—“You went all out.”

“Don’t act surprised.”

“Oh, I’m not surprised,” he says with a grin. “Just impressed. And proud. Mostly because I paid for all of it.”

You scoff, tugging your sleeve away.

“What? you look good,” he says, winking. “Let me at least look at what I bought.”

“Jisung, you sent me your credit card information and forced me to.”

“Yeah. And it worked, didn’t it?” He falls in step beside you as you both head toward security. “I knew you wouldn’t let yourself show up looking like a raccoon again.”

You punch his arm lightly, and he hisses. “Ow!”

“That was for the ‘again.’”

After security, you both find yourselves waiting at the gate. He insists on getting food, dragging you to a ramen bar tucked behind a convenience store. You try to keep the conversation surface-level—weather, music, bad airport design—but his knee keeps bumping yours under the table, and when he slurps his noodles too loudly, you side-eye him.

“Can you not eat like a wild animal?”

“This is my happy slurp,” he says, eyes twinkling. “It means I’m in a good mood.”

You shake your head, sipping your soup quietly. He pauses mid-bite, watching you. There’s something soft in his gaze—like he can’t quite believe you’re here, across from him again.

You feel it, too. But neither of you say it. This trip wasn't going to be awkward, you could tell by the way it was now—how he could laugh with you, compliment you, and how you didn't let your hurt show but instead replaced it with sarcasm and jokes that didn't feel fake.

___

Boarding.

You’re herded into the plane like cattle, except you’re the lucky kind—first class. Your seats are the lie-flat kind, with the fancy partitions and the silk-lined pillows. Except there’s a small catch.

Your “suite” is... connected. Intimately. A shared pod with a single double-sized bed across the middle, mood lighting glowing faintly along the edges.

You glance at the flight attendant. “Are we supposed to—?”

Jisung grins. “Yup.”

“This is for couples.”

“We were a couple when we booked it,” he says, setting his bag down casually. “We both paid half. That means we share.”

You huff and throw your purse into the corner of the bed. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Oh my god,” he groans, already reclining. “You’re so dramatic. Just sleep. I don’t bite.”

You shoot him a look. “Yes, you do.”

He smirks and adjusts his pillow. “Only when you asked me to.”

You throw a packet of peanuts at his head.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

10+ hours later...

You land in Santorini. It’s sunset—gold light melting across the island, painting everything in creamsicle hues. The villa shuttle waits just outside the terminal, and the salty breeze carries promises you’re not ready to believe yet.

The hotel itself is breathtaking. Built into the cliffs, whitewashed stone walls glowing soft against the ocean beyond. But of course—

“There’s only one bed,” you say flatly, staring at the room’s massive centerpiece.

Jisung shrugs behind you. “For the second time today—We booked this before what happened. Of course it’s one bed.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“There is no couch,” he says. “Just that weird rattan chair and... a big window.”

You spin around. “Then I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Nope,” he says, popping the ‘p.’ “We’re sharing. We’re adults. And we both paid half.”

“That’s your excuse for everything.”

“And it’s a damn good one.”

You narrow your eyes but say nothing.

He walks past you, dropping his bags by the closet. “Fine. Sleep where you want. But if you get cold and crawl in next to me at 3am, I will say ‘I told you so.’”

You hurl a pillow at his head. Again.

—

The Day’s Itinerary

1. The Villa Tour

A guide meets you both outside your room, walking you through the property. Olive trees line the paths. There’s a private pool. The kind of view Instagram would kill for. You pretend to be unimpressed, but Jisung is awe-struck—pointing at every archway, every bougainvillea bloom.

“Holy crap, is that a grapevine?” he exclaims, reaching up to touch it.

“Don’t touch the grapes,” the guide warns gently.

You stifle a laugh, “Yeah, idiot.”

“Do you wanna fight?” he grabs your waist, lifting you up off the ground and slinging you over his shoulder ( Han Jisung detwinkification *licks lips and rubs hands together*). You yelp, hitting his back and laughing.

The guide side-eyes you both the rest of the tour.

2. Couples Yoga

You hadn’t realized “couples yoga” meant actual synchronized poses. You try not to laugh as Jisung struggles to hold a downward dog while the instructor pushes his hips into place.

“My hips don’t bend like that, dude!” he whines, wobbling.

“They usually do,” you mutter under your breath, forgetting yourself for a second.

He freezes.

You freeze.

Then you both start laughing.

You fall sideways on your mat, tears forming from how hard you’re giggling. It’s stupid, awkward, and entirely necessary.

The instructor cuts the session short.

3. Brunch by the Sea

A glass patio overlooks the Aegean. The restaurant is decked in airy whites and creams, soft music humming in the background. You order lemon ricotta pancakes with fig jam. Jisung gets something stupid involving squid and eggs.

You steal a bite anyway. He lets you.

At one point, you both go quiet. He looks at you over his glass of orange juice.

“I’m glad we came.”

You nod slowly. “Me too.”

4. Gift Shopping in Town

You wander cobblestone streets lined with tiny shops. Jisung buys a matching pair of seashell bracelets without saying anything. Just slips one onto your wrist like he’s done a hundred times.

“I thought we weren’t doing cheesy couple stuff,” you say.

“It’s not couple stuff. It’s just... shells from a guy trying to get his girl back..”

“You’re the worst.”

He grins.

You buy him a handmade journal and a pen carved from olive wood.

He doesn’t say anything, but he tucks it carefully into his bag like it’s fragile.

5. Movie on the Beach

A makeshift screen flutters in the breeze, beanbags arranged in rows under the stars. You both huddle under a shared blanket, sipping from coconuts and ignoring the rom-com playing onscreen.

When the couple kisses, Jisung makes a joke under his breath. “They look like they’ve never kissed before.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And you’re a professional?”

“I have a PhD in kissing.”

You scoff. “You got that from TikTok.”

“I got it from you.”

Your face burns, but you don’t pull away when his pinky brushes yours under the blanket.

6. Private Beach at Night (yes, you booked it)

The water’s cold, but the moon is warm. Or maybe it’s the way Jisung’s hand keeps finding yours every few minutes, like he forgets he shouldn’t.

You both walk the shoreline in silence, toes in the sand, wind pulling gently at your clothes.

“I really messed up, didn’t I?” he says finally, voice low.

You look at him. “Yeah.”

He swallows. “I’m sorry. For the fans, the comments, the way I brushed it off. For making you feel like you weren’t enough.”

“I never said I wasn’t enough,” you reply, staring at the waves.

“No,” he nods, “but I made you feel like it. And that’s worse.”

You nod once.

He stops walking, turning toward you. “Can I kiss you?”

You hesitate.

Then, wordlessly, you lean in and let him.

It's slow. It's familiar. Quiet in the way all the best things are. When it ends, you don’t step back.

Neither does he.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

You both get ready for bed in silence. There’s a soft kind of nervousness in the air now—not from anger, or tension, but something more dangerous: vulnerability.

He’s shirtless, toweling off his hair, and you’re already sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the wall.

You sit there like that for a while. Not stalling, just... thinking.

The mattress dips slightly as he sits beside you, “You okay?”

You nod.

More silence.

Then, quietly: “Thanks for coming.”

You sigh. “Thanks for paying for my eyebrows.”

He laughs, breath warm against your face. “They look amazing, by the way.”

“Shut up.”

“Still in love with me, huh?”

You roll your eyes and lay down, but you don’t deny it.

Not yet.

Not tonight.

You slipped under the covers, and he copied. You got comfortable on opposite sides of the same bed, something foreign thatfelt like it shouldn't happen.

Next to you, Han shifted uncontrollably. He tossed his covers off, shifted some more, and ended up going to the bathroom. He was gone for only a minute, pulling the covers over himself again.

Ten minutes later, he shifted some more. You couldn't sleep—not because of him, but because no one was there to hold while you drifted off. You glanced at the clock, 11:27pm.

You both lay there, afraid to wake each other up. You shifted, he shifted. He groaned into his pillow like he was having the worst night of his life.

Han breaks the silence with his smug attitude and smirk on his face. “I know you're up,” he sighs quietly.

“Yeah, and?” you sit up, him following. You flick on the light next to your bed, and the glow of your skin is beautiful enough to kill him.

"Well, ya'know, after all the stuff we did today, I think I deserve at least another kiss,"

"Han, go to bed,” you lay back down.

He scoots himself closer to you, arm wrapping around over your hips. You can feel his half hard on under his grey sweats. Your breath catches in your throat, and he laughs to himself.

"Listen,I can't deny it, Han. I did feel like a couple again today, but I just can't be with you right now. Your fan base is too extreme."

His lips meet your neck, kissing softly while you hum in response. "C'mon, pretty girl. I'm not asking you for a day, a week, or more. I'm asking for tonight. Be mine again tonight? please?" his hips bucking into yours, and you sigh against him.

He pulls away, pulling back the covers that lay over you. His right hand rubs your hips, his left toying with the bottom of your tank top. He lifts himself to the bottom of the bed, hands spreading your legs. He climbs up your body to your eyes, looking at you for a form of consent.

“please..”

he leans in, his lips meeting yours as his hands roam your body. His right hand tugs your shorts down while his left grabs at your waist.

He pulls away, breath heavy as he lifts your legs in the air to discard your shorts. The cold air hits your soaked panties and you gasp. His face meets your clothes core and he groans, “So fucking wet for me. I missed this so much.” He kisses your panties softly.

You whine out softly, hips pushing yourself closer.

He kisses down your left thigh, moaning into it like he hasn't done it in years. "Your fucking thighs baby—so pretty, so brown. missed seeing them bare, spread open so good for me.”

He takes his time, kissing up and down your thigh like it gave him pleasure—and it did, more than you had expected. He moves to the right, groaning into your skin and doing the same he did to the left.

He particularly takes a liking to your right thigh, kissing and biting and sucking. He licks a small space from your inner thigh to the top. His eyes darken and he licks his lips, "Tastes like that coco shea butter lotion you always use, so fucking delicious. missed having you like this—so so much baby,” he licks once more before shifting his attention to your cunt in his face.

He slips your panties to the side, tongue coming out to lick your clit. You gasp out, and your hips move on their own for friction.

He doesn't stop you, he leans into it more, licking, sucking, and sticking his tongue into you. You clench around nothing as he sucks your clit, gasps and moans coming from you above him.

“You're so wet f’me. I love it."

He doesn't ever stop. He inserts a finger into you, then another. Your moans fill the large space as he fingers you, his tongue glued to your clit.

He pulls away briefly,"So grateful for you, letting me have you like this. Brown skin shaking for me. fuckin’ love this color, gets me so horny,” and he's back, finger now rubbing your clit as he fucks you with his tongue.

You squirm and buck against his hand, whimpering as your moans become more high pitched. This doesn't go unnoticed, and he makes sure to keep the pace even.

His fingers find their way into you,"You gonna cum on my fingers? show me how good I ruin you without even using my dick?” he kisses and sucks your clit as you hit your high.

Your back arches, your vision goes white,you silently scream his name. He kisses up your body to your lips, and he kisses you, giving you a taste of yourself. The feeling felt like deja vu ( TXT ) —your boyfriend, technically ex, was kissing your body after giving you the most amazing head.

“Can you take me, baby?” he asks politely, dick pressing into your thigh desperately.

“Yes, please,” you sit up on your elbows, kissing him. He groans in your mouth, hands grabbing at your face lovingly. You catch a glimpse of the digital clock on the nightstand again, 12:43am.

Han's slipping your panties down, tugging his shorts off and his boxers. You watch him anxiously, waiting and silently wishing he would hurry up.

When he finally does get himself lined up, and starts pushing in at an annoyingly slow pace, you whine into his shoulder.”Han, please” You drag his name on your lips.

"Give me a second, baby. So much tighter than I remember. so pretty and perfect,” he grunts. Once he's fully in,he pauses to let you adjust, hands and lips roaming your body. when he starts moving, he groans softly into your neck.

"I'm gonna show you how sorry I am. Show you how much I missed you, and how bad I fucked up.” He softly presses kisses all over your face. He pulls out enough just so the tip is right at your entrance, and slowly pushes back in.

"I love you, y/n. I love you so much and I was an idiot to make you feel anything but happy around me. Forgive me? please?” He kisses into the crook of your neck, raising his head as he pushes in agonizingly slow.

“I forgive you, Han. Just make me forget,” you press your lips to his. He hums in your mouth, lips never leaving yours, even as he spoke

“I wanna make love to you right now. I'm gonna marry you, let you have my last name and carry my baby,” his pace suddenly feels okay,and the slowness only makes the experience better.

“Fucking love you, please don't leave me—ever. Let me make it up to you every time like this," his thrusts sped up a bit, barely noticeable but the way you felt him deeper said it all.

he pulls out briefly, turning you on your stomach before pushing back inside. The angle is new—deeper, sexier, filther. All you do is moan louder.

"I love you like this, you look so good. Don't ever leave, okay?."

“never.”

he smiles, grunting low as his hand makes its way into your fresh braids. He tugs lightly, just how you like it. His definition of “making love” wasn't some sappy vanilla sex, filled with loving words. To him it was whatever made you happy and whatever made you cum. You don't really mind him pulling your fresh braids—you kind of enjoy it, and he knows you do.

"you love when I fuck you like this, pulling your hair so you can feel that sting." You nod your head as he slowly picks up speed.

He grabs your hair harder, causing a yelp as he pulls you up so your back is to his chest. His other hand lightly grabs your throat, turning your head so your lips meet his. you moan into his mouth, hand reaching back to tangle in his hair.

"I love these braids, baby, and I got to pay for them. It makes me feel good."

Each thrust bounces your body. Your moans get higher as you approach your climax, and you pulse around him.

You let go with his name on your lips, and your body collapses into the mattress, back arched and perfect for him. He doesn't stop, thrusts getting messier as he chases his high.

"close, baby."

"Inside, baby. please" you struggle out between breaths.

his breathing stops for a second, and the next he's spilling himself into your cunt, deep and utterly full. His breathing is erratic as he slowly recovers. You feel a finger against your back, his hands faintly move across the arch of your spine, smiling to himself.

You rolled onto your back, out of breath and tired.

“Sorry, love. Let me get a towel,” he skipped over to the bathroom with a huge smile. He cleans you up and you both drift off to sleep, bodies close and wrapped up in each other.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

You try to enjoy the rest of your trip, not talking about what happened that night or what it meant. Nothing else happened on the trip, but the tension definitely was still thick. You didn't think either one of you would bring it up—that is until the flight back to Seoul. you had the same private flight, the same bed.

Han speaks up first,”So the sex? What does that mean? we can't just pretend it didn't happen,” he says once he's sure no one will hear him.

“I don't know, ji. I just didn't feel seen in our relationship, and I don't know if I can deal with my personal insecurities.”

He takes your hand. His eyes met yours, full of the love he'd always had for you. “I want to change for you, I really do. I'll be better for you. I'll notice when something is wrong, when you're not in the mood, and I won't push it—any of it. And I won't push you away. trust me.”

You pull your hand back, and use it to cup his cheek. Your voice comes out steady, “I want to believe that—so so bad, so make me believe that. please.”

He leans into you, briefly connecting your lips. You guys cuddle the rest of the flight.

When you land, he buys you a coffee, carries your luggage and packs it into the Uber for you. Once at your apartment, he helps you get your luggage inside, and offers his company for a few hours— which was ruined by Chan needing him to practice. He leaves you with a hug, not too flirty—but the kind that makes you wonder if he's worth all of it. He still hadn't asked you to be his girlfriend again, and it gave you relief. You weren't rushing a relationship again, and took the pace that felt right.

Eventually you warm up, the guys start to tease about a "comeback" between you two happening. You both insist on taking things slow instead of rushing to fix what's broken. Jisung looks happier—less stressed,and he feels that way too, everyone can tell. You two didn't just start over, you accepted your past, accepted your flaws, and changed them. Because when you really want to be with someone, a bad habit can be gone twice as fast.

A/N: if you made it this far and you enjoyed please like comment and repost🙏🏾🙏🏾. love you guys

[skzdominate]

are u sure tarzzan is fine he's got a mouth full of front teeth

guys I have seemed to cause a little ruckus with my post last night, so let me be clear. I AM BLACK. I DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT GROUP IDEK THE NAME. I LISTENED TO THAT SONG FAMOUS ONCE, AND YESSSS HE WAS FINE AS FUCK. I also received a comment saying "Amazing writer but they think tarrzzan is only racist for his braids and not other things 💔" from @inniehyuneee . this one's for you baby. I DO NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT TARZZAN THAT REGARDS TO RACIST ALLEGATIONS OTHER THAN PEOPLE WERE UPSET ABOUT HIS HAIRSTYLE. I DID NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE RACIST HE DID. I DON'T EVEN LISTEN TO THE GROUP. SO YESSS THE ONE TIME I SAW HIM HE WAS INDEED FINE, THAT DOESNT EXCUSE ANYTHING RACIST OR ANY OTHER CONTROVERSIAL THINGS HE HAS DONE.

(just got off work sorry I'm literally so late honeys)

I truly apologize if I offended anyone.

I didn't know.

thank you and I love you all.

[skzdominate]

BREAKUP VACATION

Han Jisung x fem!black! Reader

NOT REQUESTED

Sharing a bed with needy ex-boyfriend Han on a trip you both didn't cancel after the breakup.

word count: 5.46k

PLEASEEE if you enjoy this like, comment, and repost I spent literal DAYSS on this🙏🏾🙏🏾

also can somebody friggin request something on this account I'm desperate (more weak hero posts soon on @parkjihoonswifey)

WARNINGS: smut 18+, oral (f), fingering (f), use of y/n, angst(although I'm terrible at it), I can't think straight I've been up all night editing this.

no it's not proofread blow me I haven't slept in 29 hours and I have work at 11 today 🥀🥀

also ts kinda buns...

REBLOG TO MAKE ME FAMOUS GUYS.

MASTERLIST

WE AIN'T EVEN FAMOUS!!! (tarzzan or however you spell it he so fine i don't give a damn about them cornrows he looks the fuck good to me😩😩

PUT MY SNEAKERS ON!! HA-NA DUL READY GET SET GO(this is me starting the story)

Your last fight with jisung wasn't like the others. You didn't scream at him, he didn't scream at you. You didn't say much, just a silent plea for him to notice your insecurities—notice you.

Your relationship was great. You loved him like an idiot, and he loved you ten times greater. You stayed together when he wasn't at dorms, and when he was there, so were you.

The fans weren't always a problem, but the more you saw—the more edits, the more tweets, the more comments that flooded under his posts—you couldn't help but feel some type of way.

Han was always busy, whether it was practicing, producing, tours, anything else, he almost never had time for you during the day.

Over time, he got more annoyed when you brought it up, but never showed it too much. “I'm sorry you feel like that” and “I'm right here” turned into "You're talking crazy" and "Stop overthinking it so much". It made you sick to your stomach, and made you wonder how you let him treat you like this.

One thing never changed. Every night before a tour, he'd leave you a gift—usually a small piece of jewelry or he'd take you out. Then a few hours later, he left. He'd go on stage and look amazing. It always made you feel jealous, even if you knew what was yours.

This particular fight, though—your last fight—started over something completely different. Not the fans, not the insecurities—something completely worse.

"Jisung," you say calmly to him, walking into the living room where he sat, laid back and man spreading on the couch. He barely looked up from his phone, muttering a small "hm?".

You tried to control your anger, you really did. You took a deep breath, "Have you been telling the guys about our sex life?" You cross your arms, hands shaking. He drops his phone into his lap, and looks up at you with pretty eyes. His skin looked so beautiful—tan the way you loved, cheeks soft, and lips thick. He looked so perfect.

"I might've," he holds his hands up in defeat, "but it's not like we really have one, do we? I mean between shows and you being mad all the time, we haven't had sex in a while," he stands, headed towards the kitchen unbothered.

You follow him though, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means what I said. We haven't had sex since I got back from the last tour—that's almost two weeks now. Don't act surprised."

"Well sorry that I'm surprised that my own boyfriend isn't satisfied with our sex life! Am I the problem for not being in the mood sometimes?"

He steps forward, his hands slowly finding their way to your waist, but you push him away, "Not the time, Jisung. Are you gonna talk to me like an actual man or should I go?"

He turns away, but doesn't answer immediately. The silence breaks your heart." Maybe you should.”

You honestly were surprised. You walked away, eyes starting to water, packing a small bag and texting Chan. He watched you move, eyes never leaving you.

“Where are you gonna go? You don't have anywhere to go.”

“Away from you, away from all this. I'll go to San’s house for all you care,” you lied. You grab your car keys—about the only thing of yours he didn't pay for—and headed towards the door.

He ran up behind you, grabbing your shoulder and pinning you to the wall next to the door. His eyes were shocked, sad, and helpless. He looked confused, not knowing what to do or say.

“Baby, I didn't mean it, nothing I said. You know I'm under pressure and I'm just stressed. But going to your ex’s house? lowball, even for you.”

You push him off of you, brows shifting in anger, “The only “ex’s” now are me and you. It's over, Jisung. For real.” You reach for the door before he can stop you, already outside and dialing Chan's number.

“Hello?” he answers on the second ring.

“Hey, Chan. I just—I just had a fight with Jisung. Can I come to your dorm?”

“Holy shit. Of course you can. What happened?” he questions, background noise suggesting he just sat up out of bed.

“I'll explain when I get there,” you make your way down the stairs and out the main door.

“No problem, take your time. Be careful driving.”

“Yeah, thanks”

you hang up, making your way out to the garage.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

You pull up to Chan waiting outside for you. By this time, you had tears streaming down your face and ruined eyelashes. You quickly got out, still aware that you're in public and hurried over to where he stood in a cap and mask. He took them off when he saw you approach, and immediately pulled you in for a hug.

“Aww, Bug, are you okay?” he wraps his arms around your back, right hand rubbing up and down slowly. You stood there crying for a second before pulling away.

“I'm sorry for making you come out here. we can go inside,” you pass him and go into the back door to the building.

Once inside, the other members see you and question, but Chan pushes them away and leads you to his room.

“Stay here for as long as you need, get comfortable. Do you wanna explain,” he sits carefully on the bed next to you. You fall into him, arms around his neck, face buried into his chest.

“I just loved him endlessly and he told me to leave because I asked him if he was telling you guys about our sex and he basically said he wasn't satisfied with me. Then he tried kissing me and I refused so he got upset,” You had wiped your runny nose on your sleeve, and Chan wiped the tears from your eyes.

You sat in silence for a few minutes, chan pulling you in and stroking your hair to comfort you.

You had calmed down a bit—enough to stop crying. “I just don't feel appreciated and I broke up with him and it feels like I shouldn't have. I love him, Chris. I really do.”

He nods along, carefully choosing his next words, “I think being alone for a while will be good for both of you. You're both my best mates, and you look pretty damn good together. I think you just need a break, or to be alone with him—not worrying about fans, friends, sex. It'll do you some good, kiddo. Think about it,” and the next second he's off the bed and out the room. You let your body fall back against his sheets, and before you know it you're passed out.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

You woke up in Chan’s bed, sweaty and missing a shoe. Your hair was a mess and your tears stained his pillowcase. Your vision wasn't fully there, but you could hear the faint voice of Chan and someone else across the room.

Jisung laid lazily on the floor, and Chan sat in his chair by his desk.

“I messed up, Chan. And I love her too much. I don't know what to do.”

“Look, Ji. I can't give you great advice. What you did was wrong. Telling me and the boys about private stuff was wrong, and you need to put yourself in her shoes.”

“I'm trying to, chan. Its just-”

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

You wake up again, this time to a room full of quiet. Chan’s bed still smells like laundry detergent and pinewood cologne. The ache behind your eyes is sharp, but your body feels heavier now—like the weight of crying so hard yesterday is still clinging to your bones.

You roll over, face against the mattress for a minute before slowly sitting up. You blink against the weak sunlight streaming through the crack in the blinds, legs swinging over the side. Your shoe is missing. You find it under Chan’s bed and put it back on before tiptoeing out to the living room. It’s empty now. A note on the counter reads: “Went to the studio. Take your time. I stocked the fridge.”

It’s signed with a little smiley face and wolfchan next to it.

You breathe in slowly, then out.

Eventually, you gather your things, call a cab, and head back to your apartment. Everything feels muffled and slow—like you’re walking through fog. The moment you step into your place, it’s like the silence rushes to meet you. No shoes at the door next to yours. No jacket on the rack. No spare beanie he always left on your kitchen chair. It’s really over.

You shower. The water is too hot and your skin feels like it's on fire under the stream, but it’s the first time in a while you feel clean. Not in the physical way—but in the way that says, I can start again. You let it rinse over you until your fingers wrinkle.

After wrapping yourself in a towel, you sit on your bed and check your phone. That’s when you see it—a notification from your calendar app:

“3 Days Until Trip w/ Jisung 💕✈️”

You’d forgotten. You both planned this two months ago—something quiet, out of the country, somewhere he promised wouldn’t have fans or cameras. A place you could both be just people. Just in love.

You stare at the notification for a long moment before going to your contacts.

You:

Can we talk?

Just on the phone. Please.

He replies almost instantly.

Jisung:

Yeah. I’m free.

You call.

He picks up on the first ring.

“Hey.”

His voice is hoarse, careful. Like he’s holding it with both hands.

“Hey,” you say softly. There’s a pause. You swallow. “I got the reminder. About the trip.”

Another pause. You can hear a car passing in the background on his end. “Yeah... I didn’t cancel it. Just in case.”

“I don’t wanna miss it,” you admit quietly. “I think... even if everything’s messy right now, we shouldn’t throw this away too.”

He hums, something a little smug bleeding into his voice. “So what you’re saying is... you miss me.”

You sigh. “No, Jisung.”

“You miss me already and you’re using this trip as an excuse to see me again—”

“I’m not using anything as an excuse,” you retaliate, sitting up straighter. “I’m not even ready. The plane leaves in three days.”

“That’s plenty of time,” he says casually. “Book yourself a lash appointment. And nails. And eyebrows, and whatever else you want, I'll pay. I know you love looking good.”

“Jisung,” you warn. “Don’t do that.”

“I am doing that,” he says, and you hear the ping of a notification on your end. You check your phone.

It’s a text.

💳: XXXX-XXXX-XXXX-0325

Expiration: 03/26

CVC: 325

“Are you insane?” you ask, blinking. “You just sent me your card info?”

“Yup,” he says, proud. “Go get your shit done. I know you won’t do it unless I force you. Consider it my for now apology.”

“I don’t want your money.”

“I don’t care,” he says, voice softening now. “I want to see you. Not even to fix things right away—just to be somewhere without all the noise. Just us.”

There’s silence for a second. You don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until your lungs start to ache.

Finally, you exhale. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, baby,” he says, voice gentle but laced with the cockiness you pretend to hate. “Pack light. I’m gonna make you forget we ever fought.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t push it.”

He laughs. “See you soon.”

When the call ends, you sit there for a moment. The weight’s still there—but lighter now. A flicker of warmth settles in your chest, and for the first time in hours, you let yourself smile. Just a little.

Maybe it isn’t fixed.

But it isn’t finished either.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

✈︎ Three Days Later ✈︎

The airport buzzes like a beehive—air thick with the scent of coffee, perfume, and exhaustion. You pull your suitcase behind you, looking just a little too good for someone who barely slept last night. You’re not sure if it’s the lashes, the braids that are tightly pulling at your scalp, the fresh brows, the glossed lips—or the faint hope curled in your stomach—but your confidence is back, even if your heart’s still cautious.

You spot him by the check-in kiosk, hoodie over his head, a duffle slung low on his shoulder. His mask is hanging loose around his chin, AirPods in and of course he’s on his phone.

Typical.

You roll your suitcase up to him and clear your throat. Loudly.

Jisung looks up and stops in his tracks, gaze roaming slowly, deliberately.

His mouth tugs into a smug smile. “Damn.”

You blink. “What?”

He raises a brow and gestures lazily with his fingers. “The Braids. The nails. The lashes. The fit—” he tugs the hem of your top teasingly—“You went all out.”

“Don’t act surprised.”

“Oh, I’m not surprised,” he says with a grin. “Just impressed. And proud. Mostly because I paid for all of it.”

You scoff, tugging your sleeve away.

“What? you look good,” he says, winking. “Let me at least look at what I bought.”

“Jisung, you sent me your credit card information and forced me to.”

“Yeah. And it worked, didn’t it?” He falls in step beside you as you both head toward security. “I knew you wouldn’t let yourself show up looking like a raccoon again.”

You punch his arm lightly, and he hisses. “Ow!”

“That was for the ‘again.’”

After security, you both find yourselves waiting at the gate. He insists on getting food, dragging you to a ramen bar tucked behind a convenience store. You try to keep the conversation surface-level—weather, music, bad airport design—but his knee keeps bumping yours under the table, and when he slurps his noodles too loudly, you side-eye him.

“Can you not eat like a wild animal?”

“This is my happy slurp,” he says, eyes twinkling. “It means I’m in a good mood.”

You shake your head, sipping your soup quietly. He pauses mid-bite, watching you. There’s something soft in his gaze—like he can’t quite believe you’re here, across from him again.

You feel it, too. But neither of you say it. This trip wasn't going to be awkward, you could tell by the way it was now—how he could laugh with you, compliment you, and how you didn't let your hurt show but instead replaced it with sarcasm and jokes that didn't feel fake.

___

Boarding.

You’re herded into the plane like cattle, except you’re the lucky kind—first class. Your seats are the lie-flat kind, with the fancy partitions and the silk-lined pillows. Except there’s a small catch.

Your “suite” is... connected. Intimately. A shared pod with a single double-sized bed across the middle, mood lighting glowing faintly along the edges.

You glance at the flight attendant. “Are we supposed to—?”

Jisung grins. “Yup.”

“This is for couples.”

“We were a couple when we booked it,” he says, setting his bag down casually. “We both paid half. That means we share.”

You huff and throw your purse into the corner of the bed. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Oh my god,” he groans, already reclining. “You’re so dramatic. Just sleep. I don’t bite.”

You shoot him a look. “Yes, you do.”

He smirks and adjusts his pillow. “Only when you asked me to.”

You throw a packet of peanuts at his head.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

10+ hours later...

You land in Santorini. It’s sunset—gold light melting across the island, painting everything in creamsicle hues. The villa shuttle waits just outside the terminal, and the salty breeze carries promises you’re not ready to believe yet.

The hotel itself is breathtaking. Built into the cliffs, whitewashed stone walls glowing soft against the ocean beyond. But of course—

“There’s only one bed,” you say flatly, staring at the room’s massive centerpiece.

Jisung shrugs behind you. “For the second time today—We booked this before what happened. Of course it’s one bed.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“There is no couch,” he says. “Just that weird rattan chair and... a big window.”

You spin around. “Then I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Nope,” he says, popping the ‘p.’ “We’re sharing. We’re adults. And we both paid half.”

“That’s your excuse for everything.”

“And it’s a damn good one.”

You narrow your eyes but say nothing.

He walks past you, dropping his bags by the closet. “Fine. Sleep where you want. But if you get cold and crawl in next to me at 3am, I will say ‘I told you so.’”

You hurl a pillow at his head. Again.

—

The Day’s Itinerary

1. The Villa Tour

A guide meets you both outside your room, walking you through the property. Olive trees line the paths. There’s a private pool. The kind of view Instagram would kill for. You pretend to be unimpressed, but Jisung is awe-struck—pointing at every archway, every bougainvillea bloom.

“Holy crap, is that a grapevine?” he exclaims, reaching up to touch it.

“Don’t touch the grapes,” the guide warns gently.

You stifle a laugh, “Yeah, idiot.”

“Do you wanna fight?” he grabs your waist, lifting you up off the ground and slinging you over his shoulder ( Han Jisung detwinkification *licks lips and rubs hands together*). You yelp, hitting his back and laughing.

The guide side-eyes you both the rest of the tour.

2. Couples Yoga

You hadn’t realized “couples yoga” meant actual synchronized poses. You try not to laugh as Jisung struggles to hold a downward dog while the instructor pushes his hips into place.

“My hips don’t bend like that, dude!” he whines, wobbling.

“They usually do,” you mutter under your breath, forgetting yourself for a second.

He freezes.

You freeze.

Then you both start laughing.

You fall sideways on your mat, tears forming from how hard you’re giggling. It’s stupid, awkward, and entirely necessary.

The instructor cuts the session short.

3. Brunch by the Sea

A glass patio overlooks the Aegean. The restaurant is decked in airy whites and creams, soft music humming in the background. You order lemon ricotta pancakes with fig jam. Jisung gets something stupid involving squid and eggs.

You steal a bite anyway. He lets you.

At one point, you both go quiet. He looks at you over his glass of orange juice.

“I’m glad we came.”

You nod slowly. “Me too.”

4. Gift Shopping in Town

You wander cobblestone streets lined with tiny shops. Jisung buys a matching pair of seashell bracelets without saying anything. Just slips one onto your wrist like he’s done a hundred times.

“I thought we weren’t doing cheesy couple stuff,” you say.

“It’s not couple stuff. It’s just... shells from a guy trying to get his girl back..”

“You’re the worst.”

He grins.

You buy him a handmade journal and a pen carved from olive wood.

He doesn’t say anything, but he tucks it carefully into his bag like it’s fragile.

5. Movie on the Beach

A makeshift screen flutters in the breeze, beanbags arranged in rows under the stars. You both huddle under a shared blanket, sipping from coconuts and ignoring the rom-com playing onscreen.

When the couple kisses, Jisung makes a joke under his breath. “They look like they’ve never kissed before.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And you’re a professional?”

“I have a PhD in kissing.”

You scoff. “You got that from TikTok.”

“I got it from you.”

Your face burns, but you don’t pull away when his pinky brushes yours under the blanket.

6. Private Beach at Night (yes, you booked it)

The water’s cold, but the moon is warm. Or maybe it’s the way Jisung’s hand keeps finding yours every few minutes, like he forgets he shouldn’t.

You both walk the shoreline in silence, toes in the sand, wind pulling gently at your clothes.

“I really messed up, didn’t I?” he says finally, voice low.

You look at him. “Yeah.”

He swallows. “I’m sorry. For the fans, the comments, the way I brushed it off. For making you feel like you weren’t enough.”

“I never said I wasn’t enough,” you reply, staring at the waves.

“No,” he nods, “but I made you feel like it. And that’s worse.”

You nod once.

He stops walking, turning toward you. “Can I kiss you?”

You hesitate.

Then, wordlessly, you lean in and let him.

It's slow. It's familiar. Quiet in the way all the best things are. When it ends, you don’t step back.

Neither does he.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

You both get ready for bed in silence. There’s a soft kind of nervousness in the air now—not from anger, or tension, but something more dangerous: vulnerability.

He’s shirtless, toweling off his hair, and you’re already sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the wall.

You sit there like that for a while. Not stalling, just... thinking.

The mattress dips slightly as he sits beside you, “You okay?”

You nod.

More silence.

Then, quietly: “Thanks for coming.”

You sigh. “Thanks for paying for my eyebrows.”

He laughs, breath warm against your face. “They look amazing, by the way.”

“Shut up.”

“Still in love with me, huh?”

You roll your eyes and lay down, but you don’t deny it.

Not yet.

Not tonight.

You slipped under the covers, and he copied. You got comfortable on opposite sides of the same bed, something foreign thatfelt like it shouldn't happen.

Next to you, Han shifted uncontrollably. He tossed his covers off, shifted some more, and ended up going to the bathroom. He was gone for only a minute, pulling the covers over himself again.

Ten minutes later, he shifted some more. You couldn't sleep—not because of him, but because no one was there to hold while you drifted off. You glanced at the clock, 11:27pm.

You both lay there, afraid to wake each other up. You shifted, he shifted. He groaned into his pillow like he was having the worst night of his life.

Han breaks the silence with his smug attitude and smirk on his face. “I know you're up,” he sighs quietly.

“Yeah, and?” you sit up, him following. You flick on the light next to your bed, and the glow of your skin is beautiful enough to kill him.

"Well, ya'know, after all the stuff we did today, I think I deserve at least another kiss,"

"Han, go to bed,” you lay back down.

He scoots himself closer to you, arm wrapping around over your hips. You can feel his half hard on under his grey sweats. Your breath catches in your throat, and he laughs to himself.

"Listen,I can't deny it, Han. I did feel like a couple again today, but I just can't be with you right now. Your fan base is too extreme."

His lips meet your neck, kissing softly while you hum in response. "C'mon, pretty girl. I'm not asking you for a day, a week, or more. I'm asking for tonight. Be mine again tonight? please?" his hips bucking into yours, and you sigh against him.

He pulls away, pulling back the covers that lay over you. His right hand rubs your hips, his left toying with the bottom of your tank top. He lifts himself to the bottom of the bed, hands spreading your legs. He climbs up your body to your eyes, looking at you for a form of consent.

“please..”

he leans in, his lips meeting yours as his hands roam your body. His right hand tugs your shorts down while his left grabs at your waist.

He pulls away, breath heavy as he lifts your legs in the air to discard your shorts. The cold air hits your soaked panties and you gasp. His face meets your clothes core and he groans, “So fucking wet for me. I missed this so much.” He kisses your panties softly.

You whine out softly, hips pushing yourself closer.

He kisses down your left thigh, moaning into it like he hasn't done it in years. "Your fucking thighs baby—so pretty, so brown. missed seeing them bare, spread open so good for me.”

He takes his time, kissing up and down your thigh like it gave him pleasure—and it did, more than you had expected. He moves to the right, groaning into your skin and doing the same he did to the left.

He particularly takes a liking to your right thigh, kissing and biting and sucking. He licks a small space from your inner thigh to the top. His eyes darken and he licks his lips, "Tastes like that coco shea butter lotion you always use, so fucking delicious. missed having you like this—so so much baby,” he licks once more before shifting his attention to your cunt in his face.

He slips your panties to the side, tongue coming out to lick your clit. You gasp out, and your hips move on their own for friction.

He doesn't stop you, he leans into it more, licking, sucking, and sticking his tongue into you. You clench around nothing as he sucks your clit, gasps and moans coming from you above him.

“You're so wet f’me. I love it."

He doesn't ever stop. He inserts a finger into you, then another. Your moans fill the large space as he fingers you, his tongue glued to your clit.

He pulls away briefly,"So grateful for you, letting me have you like this. Brown skin shaking for me. fuckin’ love this color, gets me so horny,” and he's back, finger now rubbing your clit as he fucks you with his tongue.

You squirm and buck against his hand, whimpering as your moans become more high pitched. This doesn't go unnoticed, and he makes sure to keep the pace even.

His fingers find their way into you,"You gonna cum on my fingers? show me how good I ruin you without even using my dick?” he kisses and sucks your clit as you hit your high.

Your back arches, your vision goes white,you silently scream his name. He kisses up your body to your lips, and he kisses you, giving you a taste of yourself. The feeling felt like deja vu ( TXT ) —your boyfriend, technically ex, was kissing your body after giving you the most amazing head.

“Can you take me, baby?” he asks politely, dick pressing into your thigh desperately.

“Yes, please,” you sit up on your elbows, kissing him. He groans in your mouth, hands grabbing at your face lovingly. You catch a glimpse of the digital clock on the nightstand again, 12:43am.

Han's slipping your panties down, tugging his shorts off and his boxers. You watch him anxiously, waiting and silently wishing he would hurry up.

When he finally does get himself lined up, and starts pushing in at an annoyingly slow pace, you whine into his shoulder.”Han, please” You drag his name on your lips.

"Give me a second, baby. So much tighter than I remember. so pretty and perfect,” he grunts. Once he's fully in,he pauses to let you adjust, hands and lips roaming your body. when he starts moving, he groans softly into your neck.

"I'm gonna show you how sorry I am. Show you how much I missed you, and how bad I fucked up.” He softly presses kisses all over your face. He pulls out enough just so the tip is right at your entrance, and slowly pushes back in.

"I love you, y/n. I love you so much and I was an idiot to make you feel anything but happy around me. Forgive me? please?” He kisses into the crook of your neck, raising his head as he pushes in agonizingly slow.

“I forgive you, Han. Just make me forget,” you press your lips to his. He hums in your mouth, lips never leaving yours, even as he spoke

“I wanna make love to you right now. I'm gonna marry you, let you have my last name and carry my baby,” his pace suddenly feels okay,and the slowness only makes the experience better.

“Fucking love you, please don't leave me—ever. Let me make it up to you every time like this," his thrusts sped up a bit, barely noticeable but the way you felt him deeper said it all.

he pulls out briefly, turning you on your stomach before pushing back inside. The angle is new—deeper, sexier, filther. All you do is moan louder.

"I love you like this, you look so good. Don't ever leave, okay?."

“never.”

he smiles, grunting low as his hand makes its way into your fresh braids. He tugs lightly, just how you like it. His definition of “making love” wasn't some sappy vanilla sex, filled with loving words. To him it was whatever made you happy and whatever made you cum. You don't really mind him pulling your fresh braids—you kind of enjoy it, and he knows you do.

"you love when I fuck you like this, pulling your hair so you can feel that sting." You nod your head as he slowly picks up speed.

He grabs your hair harder, causing a yelp as he pulls you up so your back is to his chest. His other hand lightly grabs your throat, turning your head so your lips meet his. you moan into his mouth, hand reaching back to tangle in his hair.

"I love these braids, baby, and I got to pay for them. It makes me feel good."

Each thrust bounces your body. Your moans get higher as you approach your climax, and you pulse around him.

You let go with his name on your lips, and your body collapses into the mattress, back arched and perfect for him. He doesn't stop, thrusts getting messier as he chases his high.

"close, baby."

"Inside, baby. please" you struggle out between breaths.

his breathing stops for a second, and the next he's spilling himself into your cunt, deep and utterly full. His breathing is erratic as he slowly recovers. You feel a finger against your back, his hands faintly move across the arch of your spine, smiling to himself.

You rolled onto your back, out of breath and tired.

“Sorry, love. Let me get a towel,” he skipped over to the bathroom with a huge smile. He cleans you up and you both drift off to sleep, bodies close and wrapped up in each other.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

You try to enjoy the rest of your trip, not talking about what happened that night or what it meant. Nothing else happened on the trip, but the tension definitely was still thick. You didn't think either one of you would bring it up—that is until the flight back to Seoul. you had the same private flight, the same bed.

Han speaks up first,”So the sex? What does that mean? we can't just pretend it didn't happen,” he says once he's sure no one will hear him.

“I don't know, ji. I just didn't feel seen in our relationship, and I don't know if I can deal with my personal insecurities.”

He takes your hand. His eyes met yours, full of the love he'd always had for you. “I want to change for you, I really do. I'll be better for you. I'll notice when something is wrong, when you're not in the mood, and I won't push it—any of it. And I won't push you away. trust me.”

You pull your hand back, and use it to cup his cheek. Your voice comes out steady, “I want to believe that—so so bad, so make me believe that. please.”

He leans into you, briefly connecting your lips. You guys cuddle the rest of the flight.

When you land, he buys you a coffee, carries your luggage and packs it into the Uber for you. Once at your apartment, he helps you get your luggage inside, and offers his company for a few hours— which was ruined by Chan needing him to practice. He leaves you with a hug, not too flirty—but the kind that makes you wonder if he's worth all of it. He still hadn't asked you to be his girlfriend again, and it gave you relief. You weren't rushing a relationship again, and took the pace that felt right.

Eventually you warm up, the guys start to tease about a "comeback" between you two happening. You both insist on taking things slow instead of rushing to fix what's broken. Jisung looks happier—less stressed,and he feels that way too, everyone can tell. You two didn't just start over, you accepted your past, accepted your flaws, and changed them. Because when you really want to be with someone, a bad habit can be gone twice as fast.

A/N: if you made it this far and you enjoyed please like comment and repost🙏🏾🙏🏾. love you guys

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i love whatever’s wrong with him

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I have a juicy ass story coming your way this saturday (if we're in the same time zone) stay on the look out (spoiler it's han) also what's up with the request ladies and gents I'm starving for someone to request ( requests closed on my other blog tho)

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the outfit, the dance moves, the face card, THE han jisung 😩😩

I am not okay

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thank you for the food🙏🏾🙏🏾

( skz headcanons ) virgin!skz

🖇️📂 some bitchless skz headcanons 

genre: smut, minors dni, warnings: unprotected sex, virginity loss, dryhumping, oral (female receiving), teasing, putting cocky!minho in his place 🗣️ note: y’all already know i’m gonna have to make a series out of this 🤤 so please keep a look out for that! in the meantime enjoy these filthy little headcanons i had gathering dust in my drafts

방찬. BANG CHAN

virgin!chan who can’t stop thinking about fucking you. he’s a little bit of a perv - he lets you walk up the stairs in front of him so he can steal a glance of what you’re hiding underneath your pretty little skirt, makes dirty jokes around you just so he can see that cute flustered look you get not being able to meet his eyes, fists his cock at night with your name dangling from his lips. sometimes he can’t keep his filthy thoughts at bay, especially when you’re bending over in front of him, skirt riding up and giving him a nice view of your cute ass that he wished he could part to sandwich his cock between. he swears you do it on purpose to get a reaction out of him. when you finally let him between your legs he’s so eager. it’s pathetic the way he’s so desperate to please you, how he fights off the almost painful need to cum just so he doesn’t disappoint your little pussy so early on, especially not when he’s finally got the chance to fuck you. he can’t keep his mouth shut either, asking you every few seconds if you like it or if he’s doing okay - tearing up and slurring over his words the closer he is. he’s so thankful, little thankyou’s spilling out past his lips as he drills deeper into your pussy, arms trembling on either side of your head and before he knows it he’s cumming, hard. spilling out past your folds and onto the bed, pretty and creamy and he almost wonders how he’s went so long without the sight. 

리노. LEE MINHO

virgin!minho who acts so confident and cocky until he’s inside you, and suddenly he doesn’t know where to put his hands or what to say. minho will never outright admit that he’s a virgin, he has too much pride for that, but you’ll find out the second you get him between your legs. you were so sure he fucks, but with the way he looks up at you so unsure over your mound, eyes silently begging for guidance as he strokes and thumbs at your cunt with long fingers, fumbling nervously over your clit - it was clear he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. he’s a little awkward, stutters over his words a lot when he tries to dirty talk you, breath hitching and an uncharacteristic whimper falling off his lips when his fingers slip into your cunt and he feels how tight you are, just imagining how it’ll feel when it’s his dick being suffocated by the warm plush walls of your pussy instead. he gasps and groans and whines when he finally nudges his cock inside of you, stilling his hips when he’s only a few inches deep to catch his breath, holding onto your hips with shaky hands and a wild look in his pretty brown eyes, panting beneath you like a bitch in heat cause just cause he doesn’t wanna cum so soon but you’re making it so hard for him :( it’s cute the way he can’t seem to live up to his name, the cold, almost bad-boy like reputation he’s had all this time suddenly out the window with one taste of pussy and instead replaced with a whimpering, tearful mess just begging to lose himself in the heat of your cunt, begging you to take his virginity.

창빈. SEO CHANGBIN

virgin!changbin who’s a fast learner. show him where to touch, tell him what to say, how deep to go, how fast or slow - he’ll listen, acting like he’s done it his whole life. all those nights spent thinking about stretching and tiring out your cute cunt couldn’t prepare him for the real thing. he gets hard at the most inconvenient times and he hates the way his cock jumps in excitement when you notice with a sweet giggle, only to end up mocking him for being such a virgin. he wishes he could shove his dick between your lips to finally shut you the fuck up, make you apologise on his cock for ever thinking about making a joke out of him, force you to moan and cry his name and admit he’s the best you’ve ever had, how he could leave you to get fucked by 100 men and the little virgin you love to mock would still be the one you run back to. but he just walks home and kicks stones and resorts to fucking his own fist, spewing vile cruses underneath his breath that should’ve been tainting your ears instead as he fucks you to tears. the first time he eats you out you almost think he’s enjoying it more than you - groaning and slobbering messily into your cunt, nudging your sensitive nub with the tip of nose everytime he lays a fat swipe of tongue against your clit, humping into the bed when he hears your little gasps. as soon as he loses his virginity he’s just eager for more, looking at you with a pathetic desperation glinting in his eyes, wondering when the next time you’ll let him play with your pussy will be. 

현진. HWANG HYUNJIN

virgin!hyunjin who’s mouth dries up everytime you’re near him. he’s normally so confident and talkative, can’t seem to stfu most days but as soon as you come around he’s gone quiet - eyes too busy following the hemline of your cute skirt to entertain the conversation happening around him, wondering what colour panties you’re wearing or even if you’re wearing any at all - and just the thought of your bare pussy being inches away from him has his cock swollen and twitching in need to find out. hyunjin is so nervous around you and it shows - hands sweaty and adams apple bobbing in his throat when you make brief eye contact - wondering if you can read his mind and find out all the disgusting dirty things he wants to do to you, if you can sense just how badly he wants to ruin your cunt for every other man to come until it’s just him you think about. him. him. him. he’s almost embarrassed about the effect you have on him, but he can’t find it in himself to care when you finally let him fuck you. he doesn’t quite know what to do with his hands, trembling and hovering over your hips like he’s afraid to touch, as if his cock wasn’t making a mess out of your pussy in the meantime. he gets a tad pathetic the closer he is to cumming, thick cock stretching you open like no one has ever done before and small pleas falling from his pretty lips in rushed nonsense and gasped whimpers - “please just cum, m’so close. tell me you’re close too please” little sighs of “can’t believe you’re actually letting me fuck you, thankyouthankyouthankyou” he just wants to be good for you!!

한. HAN JISUNG

virgin!jisung who’s so easy to manipulate. he’ll let you do anything to him as long as he ends up in your pretty pussy by the end of it. slap him around a little, call him names, mock him for being a virgin, tell him where to kiss, go slower, go deeper or harder - and he’ll be in near tears before he’s even inside you. eats you out like a man starved, drool and spit and arousal dripping down his chin as he locks his jaw around your clit, sucking and nipping at your folds until you’re bucking like a wild animal against his face. makes you cum from his greediness alone, he’s a tad sloppy and makes a completely mess out of your cunt, not the most skilled but eager enough to make up for it. constantly thanks you over and over for finally letting him fuck you, all sloppy and teary eyed and getting so fucking pussy drunk that he can’t even register your whimpers of, “s’too much jisung, slow down,” cause this man fucks like a rabbit, no matter if he’s a virgin or not. literally can only focus solely on the sight of your pussy stretching out around his cock and no wet dream or filthy image his mind ever managed to conjure up about you could compare. he also defiantly nuts real quick and gets embarrassed about it, spilling into your cunt before he even realises it and he’s apologising over and over with cute tears lining his eyes - swearing he’ll fuck you better next time if you would only give him the chance.

필릭스. LEE FELIX

virgin!felix who’s super awkward. he can’t really look you in the eyes without being ashamed of himself and his nasty thoughts, his hands tremble when you makeout, he can’t help but whimper a little when you poke fun at him for still being a virgin. he never really tells you what he wants, just tugging at the hemline of your skirt and looking up at you with a greedy glint in his pretty eyes - wanting nothing more than to dip his fingers under and play with your pussy a little - he’s just too shy to ask. and all he really asks you to do is grind on it, torturing himself everytime you work his swollen cock between your folds - cause in his mind the longer he can go without actually fucking you the lower the chance of disappointing you is. but he doesn’t last for long, basically gets on his hands and knees and begs you for a taste of your pussy that you’re more than willing to give. he completely loses all sense the second he dips into you - focused on nothing but the sensation of you, the snug fit of your pussy, the fucked out look on your face, the gasps of pleasures filling his ears and he’s kicking himself for going this long in life without it. as soon as he gets one taste he’s addicted, fucking you any chance you allow him and he’s always so thankful too.

승민. KIM SEUNGMIN

virgin!seungmin who gets a little carried away. he’s sometimes too messy and greedy, completely pussy drunk the first time you let him bury his head between your legs. thumbing your folds apart and practically making out with your cunt like he’s done it a million times before, tongue nudging and playing with your sensitive bud until your dripping and clenching around nothing. he’s a little too rough, all those pent up years of not having a cute pussy to play with being let out on you, forcing his cock into you just to see how deep you can take it, watching every little twitch and spasm of your pretty face, until you’re clawing at his arms and begging him to slow down. but he just can’t. he’s went all this time devoid of your cunt that he just can’t help the stuttering of his hips grinding into your at an animalistic pace, fucking you so well you wouldn’t have guessed he’s never done it before. he defiantly watches amateur porn, picking up a few of the less exaggerated tips and tricks he could use to make your little pussy twitch in excitement if you ever allow him the chance, making you eat your words of how a virgin like him couldn’t possibly know how to fuck. and he proves you wrong, tiring out your cunt for hours on end, bending your knees until they’re pressed tightly against your chest so he can fuck you even deeper and harder, coaxing more of those cute tears out of you while talking about how a virgin like him can fuck you better than all those other assholes you let between your legs. 

아이엔. YANG JEONGIN

virgin!jeongin who gets overwhelmed way too quick. he can hardly makeout with you without making a mess of his boxers. his mind runs a mile a minute and he just can’t handle it when you’re sat pretty on his lap, subtly grinding down onto his cock through layers of clothes - still he’s able to feel the heat of your cunt through the fabric, the hard press of his cock bumping and jutting painfully between your folds. paired with the way your mouth is busy working his own open, nails scratching through his hair and down the nape of his neck, pressing yourself against him until he was painfully aware of your tits pushed into his chest and he’s silently begging you for mercy, hands scrambling to still your hips until its too late. he can only look away bashfully when a gasped whine dangles from his lips, red creeping up his neck and ears when the warmth of his cum leaks uncomfortably through his jeans. and he hates the slight mocking tone of your words when you try to comfort him after, wishing the ground would swallow him up whole and he’s certain he’ll die a virgin. he jerks himself off to you at night, muffling little whimpers of your name behind his palm as he fists his cock - thinking about that one time you stroked on his biceps, commenting how much bigger he’s gotten with a flirty smile, the way your skirts seem to get shorter and shorter eveytime you link up, how you like to make him hard in public then turn around and make him deal with it alone. it makes it all the more sweeter when you finally let him fuck you, nudging into your tight cunt with a sigh of relief, praying that this time he won’t cum so soon cause he just wants to savour it.

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Is this a safe space to properly express my love for freaking XLOV because brooo everything so far has been absolute bangers and I never thought I'd get into newer kpop groups so quickly but oh my gosh the dances, the vocals, and the lyrics in general?!!!?!?! AND OH MY GOSHHH Wumuti like he became my bias immediately the first time I saw them I was so pulled in by his dance style and his vibe and HIS VOICE???!!! don't make me go crazy rn. Honestly OT4 because all the vocals and all the visuals eat up everything like where did they pull these divas from??!!! And their concept is genderless oh my gosh they eat up every single thing they put on I can't help but fangirl like oh my lantaa shoot me dead rn because I am definitely an EVOL and I can't wait to see their rise and success.

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i need railway bangchan backing up that song with it playing in the background 🙏🏾🙏🏾 ( or should I write it myself)

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NON REQUEST

A/N: I was so excited for this I delayed to make a few tweaks but ended up stalling for wayyy longer 💔 anyway here's my fun little thing I thought of.

p.s I finally had to get my shit together and write actual warnings cause this is filthyyyy

Title: off limits

Pairings: Skz OT7 (excluding chan) x Fem! Reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW Explicit sexual content, Voyeurism, Group sexual dynamics (multiple partners), Dubiously consensual situations ( power imbalance, teasing without full verbal consent) ,Mentions of masturbation, oral, handjobs, suggestive language, Slight somnophilia-esque tension (sneaking in/out while others sleep), Mild possessiveness / light dom-sub language, Age difference themes (older!reader, younger!members)

🔞 MINORS DNI

The minute you stepped into the dorm, you were trouble.

Two weeks. That’s all it was supposed to be—two weeks of crashing at your little brother’s place while visiting Seoul after his latest concert tour wrapped. Chan had insisted you stay, grinning while tossing you a spare key, promising you could relax. “The guys will behave,” he’d said.

He had no idea.

From the second you entered, their eyes were on you. Wide. Curious. Desperate. Seungmin dropped his chopsticks, Hyunjin choked on his water—They all had different reactions. Jisung—well, he didn’t say much. He just stared, lips parted slightly, like he forgot how to speak.

They were all polite, sure. But you were irisistable—and to men with years of pent-up energy? Filthy.

You walked around the dorm comfortably, and Chan made sure the boys knew you were specifically "off limits" during your stay.

They mutter yeah's and sure's, but they all ignored it themselves.

They treated you like a real lady. Never got into your personal space, never butted into your conversations with Chan, never stopped you from eating their things, never made physical contact—which was for their own sanity most of the time.

Once while Jeongin was sitting at the kitchen counter, you had walked in wearing a tank top and your favorite skirt. You casually ranted to him about gossip from back in Australia, but he didn't hear anything you said. It was like your mouth was moving, but your body was the thing speaking to him. He had to excuse himself mid rant to the bathroom.

They all avoided you, and when you asked your little brother about it, he said "They're just shy, they'll warm up to you in no time. You're only staying for a week and a few more days."

But that hasn't happened yet—they still avoid you, eyes suddenly roaming the room when you walk past them.

They secretly huddle up together, whispering about you and how they hadn't been so turned on before. They joked about how mad Chan would be if he knew they were absolutely insane for his sister, older sister at that , but they still talk nonetheless.

You eventually caught the way they lingered in when you walked past, how their eyes followed your hips. But it was Jisung who always lingered the longest. Quiet. Tense. Red-cheeked and restless. He couldn’t look at you for more than three seconds without fidgeting, fingers tapping, legs shifting.

The first week passed, you pretended not to notice.

By the start of the second, you were hearing them at night.

They thought you were asleep. The amount of times you lay in your brother's bed and listen, hoping he didn't hear as well from next to you. You heard the sounds. Breathy and desperate groans muffled into pillows.

One night, you heard your name. Whimpered. Stuttered. From Han's room.

Your heart thudded.

You should have fallen asleep. Should have let him have his privacy.

But curiosity—maybe something deeper—overrode you.

The next night, you waited. You made sure Chan was passed out in the living room with his headphones on, a bowl of popcorn in his lap. Then, barefoot and silent, you padded down the hall. Right to Jisung’s door.

It was literally open.

And the sight hit you before the sound.

“F-Fuck…” A hushed whisper, drawn out, needy. The unmistakable wet sound of skin-on-skin. “Gosh, no—fuck, that body…”

You stood shocked, He didn’t see you.

The room was dark, lit only by the soft glow of his phone on the nightstand. Han lay sprawled on the bed, shirt riding up, tattoos on display, sweat-damp hair clinging to his temple, hand wrapped around his cock. Fast. Desperate. His hips bucked into his palm like he couldn’t help it.

“Y/n…” he whimpered, eyes shut tight, voice a broken gasp. “Please…”

Your mouth went dry.

This wasn’t some lazy jerk-off session. He was overwhelmed. You could feel it. Like he’d held this in for days—weeks—and finally broke.

You took a step forward, silently.

A floorboard creaked.

His eyes snapped open.

For a second, he didn’t process it. He blinked once, then twice. Then all the blood drained from his face.

“Y-Y/n—!” He scrambled, yanking the covers over his lap like it could erase the sight you just witnessed. His voice cracked. “I—shit, I didn’t know—”

You should have turned around.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you closed the door behind you. Slowly.

His breath hitched.

He swallowed, panting still. “You weren’t—supposed to—fuck, please don’t tell Chan—”

“You were moaning my name."

He went silent. Shaking now. His lips parted but no sound came out.

You took another step toward the bed. The air between you burned.

“Were you thinking about me?” you asked softly, tilting your head.

He made a broken whimper, burying his face in his hands. “Please don’t make fun of me—”

“I’m not.” You came closer. “I think it’s cute.”

He froze.

You sat on the edge of his bed, and he looked at you like you were the devil herself. Wide eyes, flushed face, and trembling legs under the blanket.

“Cute?” he echoed. You nodded.

You leaned in and kissed him. Softly. Deeply. His whole body went still, then melted. Like he’d waited for this every night since you arrived.

He moaned into your mouth. Sloppy and sweet.

You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. “Do you want me to help you?”

He nodded helplessly. “Please noona.”

You flipped the blanket over, and took in the sight of him. Twitching, tip red, and leaking pre-cum. He was a good 5 inches, but he was thick.

You trailed your fingers down his stomach, pausing just before his cock.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes." His voice was hoarse. “I want your hand. I want your voice. I want to feel like… like I’m yours.”

Your heart squeezed.

You wrapped your hand gently around him, stroking once—slow and firm.

He gasped, hips bucking up to meet your hand. “Fuck—yes—”

You kissed him again, slower this time. Letting him whimper into your mouth as you stroked him, every tug of your fist matched his shaky little breaths.

“You’re so sensitive,” you whispered, lips brushing his jaw. “Did you get close before I walked in?”

“was gonna cum thinking about your mouth,” he admitted, voice cracking.

“You like my mouth, baby?”

“I dream about it.”

You licked a stripe along his throat. He choked on a moan.

“You taste so good,” you said. “I bet you’d make such pretty sounds if I had you all to myself.”

“You do,” he gasped. “You do—fuck.”

You sped up a little, just enough to make his thighs shake. His cock twitched in your grip, dripping now. He was falling apart.

“You gonna cum , Jisung?”

“Yes—yes please, fuck, don’t stop—”

“Where do you want it?”

He blinked, dazed. “W-What?”

“Do you want to cum on your stomach, baby? on my hand? My tongue?”

His whole body shuddered. “Anywhere—please—just need it—”

You leaned down and kissed him again, deep and wet, as you stroked him faster.

“Then cum, baby,” you whispered. “Let me see how pretty you look when you fall apart.”

That did it.

He came with a loud cry, cock pulsing in your grip, warm ropes spilling across his stomach and your hand. His whole body arched into you, breath ragged and eyes fluttering.

You slowed your strokes, milking every last drop, whispering soft praises into his ear.

He collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving, lips parted. His eyes were glassy with bliss.

You reached for a tissue from the nightstand, gently cleaning his skin.

He watched you, quiet. Still catching his breath.

“You okay?” you asked, voice soft.

He nodded slowly. “That was… the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You smiled.

He reached out and grabbed your hand before you could pull away.

“Stay,” he said, barely louder than a whisper. “Please.”

Your heart throbbed.

You crawled up beside him, nestling into the sheets. He turned toward you, arms shyly wrapping around your waist. Still sticky, still flushed—but glowing with something warmer.

You ran your fingers through his hair.

“I didn’t expect you to want me back,” he mumbled into your neck.

“I didn’t expect to find you moaning my name like that,” you teased gently.

He blushed so hard it reached his ears. “Gosh, I was so embarrassed—”

“Don’t be.” You kissed his forehead. “I actually did kind of expect it from one of you boys. 'skinda cute."

He looked up at you, eyes wide and vulnerable.

“You mean that?”

“I mean it.”

He kissed you again. Slower this time. Sweeter.

And you knew in that moment that this—whatever it was between you—wasn’t just heat.

And it had only just begun.

It started with the forehead kiss, but it didn’t stop there.

That night, Han  fell asleep in your arms like he’d finally exhaled after years of holding his breath. You lay with him for a while, fingers in his hair, watching the rise and fall of his bare chest. You slipped out just before sunrise back into your brother's bed. You slipped under the covers—quiet, soft, sneaky, and just as he had started waking up

And it only made everything worse.

Because now he couldn’t stop.

Not the stares. Not the blushes. Not the aching tension that followed you both like a shadow through the apartment.

You played it cool. Wore the same skirts. Swiped his juice in the kitchen. Sat close on the couch.

Four days later, it was late—past 2 AM. Everyone else had gone to bed, lights off, silence heavy. You were in the hallway in your sleep shirt when you heard it.

A whisper.

“Y/n…”

You turned.

Hyunjin stood in the dark, shirtless, eyes wide with need. “Can you—can you come to my room?”

You didn’t answer.

You just nodded—because how could you refuse when he looks so delicious.

The second the door closed behind you, he pushed you against it, lips on yours. There was no hesitation.

He kissed you like he was starving. His hands were everywhere—shoulders, waist, thighs—and his breath hitched every time you moaned softly into his mouth.

Yo caught a glimpse of behind him, everyone— except Chan of course— sat somewhere on or close to his bed. They all looked at you with the same hungry expression.

“He told us what you did,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to look at you. His pupils were blown.

“Can you do that for us?"”

You smirked, letting your fingers trail under the waistband of his sweats. “Aren't you guys a little too young to be so bold?”

He shook his head quickly. “not when it comes to you.”

The boys in the back looked needier as ever, all of them shirtless and waiting for you. You smiled at them as you pushed away from hyunjin.

"I'm all yours tonight."

and they all pounced.

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It became a game to them.

Innocent glances over breakfast. A not-so-innocent brush of whomever was next to you that night's hand on your thigh under the dining table. And the long, silent moments in the hallway where one or more of them would corner you—bodies pressed close, hard under their sweats, breath ragged.

“Just one kiss,” they’d beg.

You’d always give them each three.

except one night, Chan almost caught you.

You were perched on seungmin’s lap, shirtless, straddling him on the edge of Felix's bed. In contrast to Jisung, Seungmin was longer— about 7 and a half inches but not as thick. They boys all watched you intensely, fully clothed but hard under their pants.Your hand was wrapped gently around his cock, dragging slow, teasing strokes that made him whimper and dig his fingers into your hips.

“F-Fuck—feels so good—”

You shushed him with a kiss. “You’re so noisy, puppy. You want my brother to hear?”

He flushed. “No—shit—don’t say that—”

“Then be quiet,” you whispered against his ear, kissing just below it.

That’s when you heard the sound.

Footsteps. In the hall.

everyone froze.

Your eyes went wide with panic as you yanked a blanket over you and him, hearts pounding. The door creaked open a few inches.

“Oi, Felix, you still awake?” Chan’s voice.

Felix cleared his throat, voice tight. “Uh—yeah mate, what’s up?”

You stayed still, half-naked and buried under the blanket, your hand still loosely wrapped around Seungmin, your heart threatening to burst out of your chest.

“I thought I heard something,” Chan said from the hall. “And I can't find Y/n.”

“Ah—sorry. I dropped my phone. I think I heard her go into the bathroom.”

A pause.

“Alright. I won't disturb her. Goodnight.”

The door closed.

You didn’t move until the footsteps were gone.

Then you looked at him.

“Dropped your phone?” you teased.

He groaned, “I’m gonna die.”

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The longer it went on, the bolder everyone became.

One morning, you found Jeongin in the laundry room. No one else was up yet. His hair was wet from a shower, towel around his neck, baggy shirt hanging off his shoulders, grey sweats.

You locked the door.

His eyes widened as you pushed him against the washer, lips crashing into his.

“I missed you last night,” he murmured between kisses. “So bad—couldn’t sleep.”

You sank to your knees.

“Then let me help you relax.”

He choked on air, hands trembling as you pulled down his waistband, eyes glazed as you kissed the head of his cock like it was holy.

“what if someone—”

“Then you’ll have to stay quiet ,” you smirked, tongue dragging over his length.

He didn’t last long.

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It wasn’t just about the touching.

It was the little things.

The way Seungmin curled into you like a lovesick puppy after. The way Changbin's voice got breathy when he begged. The way Minho looked at you like you were the only person who had ever really seen him.

One night, you caught Felix in the mirror.

You were behind him, hands on his hips, kissing a line down his spine. He looked over his shoulder, breath catching when your eyes met.

“You’re so pretty when you fall apart,” you whispered, dragging your fingers up his chest. He gasped.

“I think about you even when you’re not here,” he admitted, flushed.

“Oh?” You kissed his jaw. “What do you think about?”

“Everything. Your mouth. Your hands. The way you say my name. Sometimes I even—fuck—sometimes I imagine you calling me baby in front of everyone, like I belong to you.”

You turned him around, kissing him hard.

“You do belong to me.”

He moaned like it was the only thing he ever wanted to hear.

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But every flame wants more fuel.

And the fire between you all was getting bigger.

One night, Minho climbed into your bed instead.

You were still staying in Chan’s room while he crashed on the couch with a sore back. You almost yelped when he snuck in—boxers and hoodie, eyes full of heat.

“You’re brave,” you whispered.

“I’m desperate.”

You let him slide under the covers. Let him touch you, worship you with his mouth, moaning soft praises into your skin.

You didn’t stop him when his fingers dipped under your waistband. You just guided him, slow and sweet, gasping when he stroked you right.

“Like that, baby,” you whispered. “Keep going. You’re doing so good.”

His jaw dropped when you came on his hand, back arched, thighs trembling. You watched him suck your fingers clean, eyes wide with adoration.

“I love making you feel good,” he whispered.

You kissed him deep.

And knew, without question, you were in too deep now.

Two weeks became something else.

Your flight date came and went. Chan teased you—“Still hanging around, huh?” and "You love me that much?"

You laughed it off, saying you "weren't ready for Australia yet"

But the real reasons you stayed were lying in different beds every night with your name on their lips.

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