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sunfl0werrrr · 21 days ago

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SO CUTE AAHHH

my guilty pleasure

pairing: seo changbin x reader wc: 1.9k summary: you know those artists that you listen to in secret? you—the ultimate cute pop princess—are changbin’s sweet secret, and he attempts to not lose his mind when he finds out you two will be performing at the same event. tags: fluff. idol!reader

“yo, the final performance lineup just dropped,” chan read the email, scrolling through his phone as the others half-listened from the couch.

changbin barely glanced up from his protein bar, pretending to be occupied, pretending not to care. it was just another event, another show, another packed green room where jisung would forget his in-ears and hyunjin would somehow bring three outfit changes.

“any surprises?” seungmin asked, already yawning.

chan blinked at the screen. “wait… wait—no way.”

changbin’s heart dropped. and then picked up speed. and then dropped again.

please not her. please not—

when chan read the full lineup, he choked.

“this is the list”

literally choked. like full-on, should-not-have-audibly-reacted kind of choke.

you were going to be performing. in all your sugary saccharine glory.

“bro?” jisung spun around. “you good?”

changbin slapped his chest twice, coughed like it was casual, like he had not just short-circuited over the mention of your name. “yeah,” he croaked. “just dry.”

lame. you are so lame.

“seriously?” felix echoed, leaning over to see. “whoa, she never does these kind of lineups.”

“right? i thought she was on a break,” chan said, tilting the screen toward them.

changbin did not look. he would not. could not. because if he saw your photo on that screen—cute, polished, probably surrounded by soft pastels and sparkles—he was going to lose it.

“she’s cool,” felix complimented.

“real earworm type,” seungmin squinted.

“no, it’s so fun! catchy stuff,” hyunjin rebuked.

changbin folded his arms tighter. “she’s fine,” he said. “not really my thing.”

they all turned to look at him.

“didn’t you hum her song last week in the car?” jisung squinted.

“i did not—”

“you did,” seungmin said. “it was the one with the glitter in the chorus.”

“it was ironic! for the bit!”

felix grinned. “sure, man.”

changbin clenched his jaw, already spiraling.

you were going to be there. you. you. the literal embodiment of soft pop princess perfection. and he was going to have to stand there like a normal person while his internal organs screamed and his brain played your entire discography on shuffle.

he could not meet you. he could not breathe near you. you probably smelled like strawberries and sparkles and he would spontaneously combust.

he needed a plan.

step one: do not freak out. step two: keep it cool. step three: delete the fan edits from his phone. immediately.

this was going to be tough.

it was fine.

he was fine.

it was just an event. you would be there. he would also be there. that was it. no reason to act like he had not memorised every syllable of your last album, or dramatically lip-synced and performed your choreography while your music videos were on the big screen when he thought no one was home.

he sat in the studio, headphones on, trying to finish a verse, but all he could hear was pink venom in my veins, got sugar on my tongue.

which was your lyric.

from an unreleased b-side.

not even a new single. he was doomed.

“you’re being weird,” minho said suddenly from the corner, not even looking up from his laptop.

changbin flinched. “what?”

“you keep sighing. like—long, emotional sighs.”

“i’m writing.”

“you’re spiraling.”

he was, but he would die before admitting it.

he buried his face in his hoodie and scrolled through his playlist. private playlist. the one named “do not open i swear to god.” the one filled with your discography, remixes, and one very sweet live recording that still made his chest ache with admiration and endearment.

he hovered over the delete button. hovered. then immediately locked his phone instead. coward.

he showed up to dance practice the next day in a black hoodie and darker sunglasses, hoping the vibe would disguise the panic in his bloodstream. jisung took one look at him and said, “you look like you’re going to cry or fight someone. what happened?”

“nothing,” changbin muttered.

“is this about the event?”

his soul left his body.

“what event,” he said. flat. monotone. suspicious.

chan raised an eyebrow from the mirror. “the one with that girl you like on the lineup?”

changbin did not answer. just stared into the distance like a man at war with himself.

the teasing was getting worse. felix had walked past him humming fairy tale fade this morning just to watch him twitch. hyunjin kept dropping “casual” mentions of your outfits. someone had set his phone background to a photo of you from your last tour.

he was not going to make it.

and worst of all, the event was tomorrow.

how could he mentally prepare for this in less than twenty four hours?

he had promised himself he would be normal.

that was the plan. normal. casual. a nod if you made eye contact. maybe a polite smile. definitely no staring. definitely no—

“hi!”

you.

you were there, in the flesh, walking into the backstage lounge like you were not the very same voice that had soundtracked his insomnia for the past year and a half.

changbin froze like his operating system had crashed. spine straight. jaw locked. soul hovering somewhere near the ceiling.

you were radiant. not even in a fancy way—just… bright. warm. clad in a soft sweater, butterfly clips in your hair, glitter on your nails and that voice, that voice, chirping out a sunny “hi!” like you had not just ruined his whole entire life by existing within a three-metre radius.

he did not speak.

you looked around the room, smiling politely at the stylists, exchanging greetings with a staff member. and then you looked at him.

eye contact?

oh god.

he nodded.

too fast. too stiff.

to be frank, he looked like he was trying to hold in a sneeze.

you smiled. waved a little. “you’re changbin, right?”

he opened his mouth.

no sound came out.

he panicked. “yeah.”

you laughed, soft and musical, and his brain nearly shorted out. “i really liked that freestyle you posted last month. the one in the stairwell?”

“...thanks.”

say more. say literally anything else. tell her she is the entire reason he believes in bridge sections. tell her he watched that one acoustic performance seventeen times and had feelings. tell her he—

“i like your sparkles,” he blurted.

you blinked. “my… sparkles?”

changbin briefly considered setting himself on fire.

“your nails. i meant. they’re… cool.”

a beat of silence.

then—your grin widened, eyes warm. “thank you. that’s really sweet.”

he felt his ears go red.

you turned to greet someone else and changbin turned slowly, silently, like a man who had just seen god and needed to go scream into a soundproof booth.

jeongin sidled up next to him. “you good?”

“no.”

“wanna sit down?”

“i cannot feel my legs.”

he was doing fine.

really.

his arms were crossed, shoulders tense, expression locked in neutral. the camera panned past him once and he didn’t flinch. what a miracle. he was the image of calm. no one would know he had sweated through two layers of clothing.

but then you came out.

spotlight. sparkles. glossed lips and a grin that lit the whole stage. your intro track rolled in—a dreamy, synthy swell—and the crowd screamed, but changbin couldn’t hear them. he could only hear you.

you were wearing that outfit, the one that had gone viral. and singing that song, the one he had once dramatically whispered into his studio mic at 3 a.m. when no one was around.

he swallowed.

he could do this. just nod along. casual. unimpressed. totally unbothered.

and then—then you looked at him.

not vaguely. directly. mid-chorus. you scanned the crowd, smiling like it was nothing, and your gaze hit his and held.

and he cracked.

just a tad.

his eyes widened. mouth parted. he shifted forward in his seat without realising. his foot tapped. his hand lifted like he might wave. he caught himself a second too late.

“...oh my god,” jisung whispered.

felix turned. jeongin blinked.

changbin snapped back in his seat, face burning. “what.”

“you just made eye contact with her,” chan muttered under his breath. “and then you smiled like a disney prince.”

“i did not.”

“bro,” hyunjin hissed, pointing. “you were glowing.”

he looked up again. you were still singing. still dazzling. still laughing between lines like you were having the time of your life.

and changbin? he was a man undone. hands clenched in his lap. heart clattering like a snare drum. every lyric felt personal. every beat synced with his pulse.

and in the back of his mind, one thought stuck deep inside like a hook caught to a fish:

he was so screwed.

after the overall performance portion had wrapped up, changbin was in hiding.

technically, he was resting behind the vending machine in the hallway next to the staff kitchen. but he was also very much hiding. curled in the shadows. hoodie up. heart still pounding from watching you sing like you had been summoning him personally.

he had survived the performance, barely. now he just had to survive the aftermath. he would wait five minutes, then sneak back to the dressing room and pretend he had been in the bathroom the whole time.

and then—

“found you.”

he jerked.

you leaned around the corner, lips glossed, cheeks still flushed from the stage. “you really are bad at hiding,” you teased.

he stood up too fast and nearly knocked over a folding chair.

“i was not— i was just— i was… stretching!”

you smiled like you could see straight through him.

“so,” you said, stepping closer. “did you like my set?”

“it was fine,” he said. voice deep, arms crossed. lying through his teeth.

you tilted your head. “only fine?”

he blinked. “i mean. yeah. like… it was energetic. or whatever.”

your grin sharpened. “hmm. must’ve been someone else who was making heart eyes at me from the third row.”

his whole face flared red.

“i was not—!”

“you were literally swaying.”

“that was muscle tension.”

“you mouthed every word.”

he covered his face with both hands. “please stop.”

you laughed, light and unbothered. “okay, okay,” you teased. “i’ll go easy on you.”

you paused.

then handed him your phone.

“here.”

he blinked down at it.

“what?”

“type your number.”

his brain stopped working. “...why?”

you shrugged. “in case i need a gym partner. or a rapper. or someone to teach me how to hide my fangirling poorly.”

he stared.

you nudged the phone into his hands.

he typed so fast he accidentally double-saved it with a heart. he panicked and tried to delete the heart but hit send instead.

you laughed again. “changbin, with a pink heart. you’re cute.”

he made a noise that could only be described as distressed victory. you winked and walked off, waving over your shoulder. “see you later, my fanboy.”

as soon as you disappeared around the corner, he exploded.

“oh my god,” he gasped. “oh my GOD.”

he sprinted back to the dressing room, burst in like a man on fire.

“GUYS—”

“you got her number, didn’t you,” seungmin said flatly, without looking up.

changbin flung himself on the couch, clutching his phone to his chest. “she called me HER fanboy and she SMILED and i think she WINKED and i do not know how to live anymore.”

“you’re being calm about this,” chan said mildly.

changbin shook his head. “i’m gonna marry her.”

the room exploded with teasing remarks. teasing changbin relentlessly? this was too good an opportunity to lose.

“you really are a fanboy huh?”

“support.”

“have you picked rings yet?”

“what’s the wedding dress code?”

“wonder what you’ll say on your first date”

changbin rolled over and screamed into a pillow.

soft changbin you have my heart for the rest of my lif

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sunfl0werrrr · 23 days ago

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Drunk In Love

Jisung x fem!reader

Warning: drinking, language probably MDNI

Genre: strangers to lovers, doctor-patient, fluffff

Summary: You sprain your ankle, and your best friend Maddie takes you to the ER, where you are bandaged by the hottest doc ever - Han Jisung.

a/n: Han Jisung has me hallucinating hehe

The party wasn’t supposed to go like this.

Well, parties weren't your scene, but you were here to support Maddie (your best friend), because this party was thrown by that gorgeous artist Maddie had her eyes on.

Everything was going ok until your friend Changbin dragged you into a game - a drinking game. Maddie obviously pounced in headfirst because artist boy was already on the floor, cross legged.

Unfortunately for you, the bottle pointed at you way too many times, and now you were absolutely hammered.

Maddie eyed you as you swayed a little, trying to be brave and wanting to be there for her, but she wasn't going to let you faceplant onto the ugly carpet in front of her crush. That's not how she wanted him to meet you.

So then, she shot up from her spot quickly and pulled you up and said a quick goodbye and dragged you out, trying not to laugh.

The cool night air hit your face, and it felt so good.

“BABE,” you whined dramatically, clutching her arm. “Your boy is so beautiful, I'd be so sad if you didn't marry him.”

“I plan to, hehe,” Maddie snickered, and literally didn't even have a second to react before you miscalculated your step and went straight off the sidewalk, collapsing onto the road like a drunken gazelle.

Maddie took one look and started scream-laughing. “You fell like a whole ass tree.”

“Owwww my ankle!!!” you wailed. “I think I broke it.”

“Oh shit,”

Thirty minutes and an x-ray later, at the ER:

You were dramatically sprawled on the hospital gurney, ankle swollen and throbbing furiously. But you couldn't stop giggling.

“Babe, I'm this close to calling an exorcist. Stop it!” Maddie said, swatting your thigh.

That loud slap split through the silence exactly as he walked in, gazing at the x-rays of your foot.

Clipboard in hand. Navy blue scrubs that stretched nicely across his chest. And a nice smile. He had such a nice smile.

“Hi,” he said, voice so sweet and deep, it made you think of caramel dripping from a spoon. “I’m Dr. Han. I'll be taking a look at that ankle for you.”

“Oh my God, are you real?” You gasped.

“I hope so.” He chuckled

Maddie SNORTED behind you.

Dr. Han smiled, clearly fighting laughter. “Can I see that ankle now?”

You sighed dreamily. “You can take a look at anything you want, doctor.”

He examined your ankle, his hands gentle on you.

“Ow,” you moaned suddenly. “That hurts!”

Maddie choked mid sip of her water, and swatted your arm.

“She's not usually like this -” she supplied with a sheepish grin, as Dr. Han’s ears went pink.

“I… I’m being as gentle as I can,” he said, still smiling. “It's a mild sprain, you'll be ok. I’ll wrap it up and get you some crutches.”

You nodded, and watched him (with your pupils blown) as he wrapped a bandage around your ankle with skilled fingers.

“You're so hot! Like sweet hot, like a warm cookie -”

You collapsed into giggles, flopping backwards onto the bed while Maddie narrowed her eyes at you.

“Oh she's definitely feeling that drink - or drinks, looks like it.” Dr. Han said, looking at Maddie. “I'll send in some water for her. Make sure she drinks it.”

Maddie nodded like a bobble head doll, biting her lip to not laugh. And he was clearly trying so hard not to laugh as well, and said, “You’re free to go, wild thing.”

You blinked. “No.”

“No?”

You threw your arms around his, like a koala. “I never want to leave you.”

Maddie literally had nothing to say for once.

Dr. Han patted your arm with a fond smile and said “Drink that water.”

The next morning, you woke up to the sun on your face. Your mouth was dry. Your head? Pounding. Your ankle? Wrapped and throbbing.

But worst of all?

You remembered everything.

Every. Last. Embarrassing. Second.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, pulling the blanket over your face. “No no no no no nooooo.”

“Oh look who's up!” Maddie’s evil gremlin voice floated in from the kitchen.

You let out a long, dramatic groan.

“I’m never showing my face in a hospital again. If I get hit by a bus, just let me die.” you moaned, Moaning Myrtle style.

Maddie strolled into your room, eating a blondie. She looked too smug for someone who’d watched you throw your dignity out the ER window like confetti.

“I’m sorry,” she said, completely not sorry. “But you were iconic. That man looked like he wanted to marry you and get a restraining order at the same time.”

You flopped onto your pillow, face buried. “I went to that party for you, Maddie. For you.”

“Ahh babe, obviously I can't get married when you're still single,” Maddie replied calmly, plopping down on your bed. “This is absolutely amazing. I have the artist. And you have the doctor. It's perfect!”

You screamed into the pillow.

“Oh, and by the way…” she said, wiggling a prescription in front of you.

Your eyes narrowed. “What. Did. You. Do.”

“He said you'd have to go back for a review in two weeks. Also said you could call this number anytime. You know, in case you had doubts.”

“He said - quote - ‘if she doesn’t want to change her name and flee the country.’”

“He did not stay that.”

“Of course he did. Your ankle is totally fine, you don't need a fucking review for that -”

“MADDIE.”

Three weeks later:

It's safe to say that you didn't show up for that review. Your ankle felt better in two weeks like he said it would, and you had kept off it, so you were good now.

You were out grocery shopping - standing in the dairy aisle, aggressively arguing with Maddie over two near-identical cups of yogurt like your friendship depended on it.

“I’m just saying,” you huffed, waving your yogurt like a weapon, “this one is natural, no added sugar, and it has live cultures. Probiotics, Maddie!”

Maddie rolled her eyes and held up her yogurt. “Oh my God. This one has vanilla bean specks, okay? Specks. It’s literally art in a cup.”

“Oh my God are you for real?”

“YES. Your yogurt looks like depression.”

You glared. She glared back.

And then out of nowhere -

“Honestly?” said a very familiar voice, “I gotta go with hers.”

A head popped between you both, pointing at your yogurt. Time slowed. Your blood went ice cold, and then boiling hot.

Maddie scoffed with an, “Of course you'll say that.”

You turned your head slightly and locked eyes with Dr. Han Jisung, aka Hot Doc, aka the man you drunkenly tried to seduce while crying about your ankle.

He was standing there in a black t-shirt and jeans, a smug little smile playing on his lips.

“Natural yogurt?” he said, raising a brow. “Excellent choice.”

Your soul left your body. You stood frozen, holding the yogurt like it was a grenade, as Maddie went on about her vanilla yogurt.

Jisung chuckled. “Nice to see you again, Maddie.”

“Yeah yeah, doc,”

“And you, Y/N,”

Oh he remembered your name. You wanted to climb into the freeze and turn into a popsicle - anything to escape this situation.

“I - I didn’t mean to -” you started, eyes wide, face on fire. “Oh my God.”

He just grinned, stepping closer. “Hey, relax. It's no big deal.”

You blinked. “Please, it was embarrassing.”

“Honored, honestly.”

Maddie was vibrating with excitement. “I’m gonna go… look at cheese.”

You gave her death glare for abandoning you, but she was whisper-yelling at you (as if he wasn't standing right there) to talk to him. She only moved two feet away, peeking from behind a display of gouda.

You turned back to Jisung, heart pounding.

“I’m so sorry,” you blurted. “For not coming in for that review.”

“It's totally ok,” he said, still smiling. “I figured you either came to your senses, or left the country.”

“I wanted to. Trust me. I mean, I hit on you like a drunk cartoon character.”

“A cute one though,” he teased.

You tried to laugh, but obviously it may have come off as a grimace because honestly, you were dying.

He leaned in, casually placing a hand on the freezer door and said, “It was flattering. You were bold. And hot. And you looked at me like you’d die if I didn't -”

Your brain short-circuited. “I did not -”

“You did.”

You backed up straight into the glass door. The chill was definitely needed at this point.

“I should go,” you mumbled.

“Or I could buy you coffee.”

You stared, your heart rate rising unnaturally fast.

“Say yes, say yes” Maddie whisper-shrieked from behind the cheese.

“I…uh…”

He tilted his head. “You don’t want to?”

“No, I mean yes. I want to, I just…oh god, this is so embarrassing.”

“Okay, so we start from the top. Pretend we’ve never met. I’m Jisung. I’m a doctor. And I’m extremely attracted to you.” he said, holding out his hand.

You bit your lip, heart thudding.

“I’m… Y/N. And I absolutely wanna faint right now.” But you did shake that really warm but firm hand.

(Maddie squealed so loud, she totally scared a grandma reaching for some soft cheese.)

---

So your plans for watching trashy dating shows with Maddie and eating pizza shifted dramatically because here you were sitting across Jisung (he wanted you to call him that), hands wrapped around a warm coffee cup. And blushing so hard.

The cafe was small and cozy, and he sat close on the cushioned bench beside you, hand brushing yours every few minutes like a gentle, ‘calculated’ accident as you shared a slice of cheesecake.

You were trying to focus on the story he was telling - something about his med school days - but it was hard when he kept laughing in that perfectly rumbling, husky voice that made you want to climb him like a tree.

And to make things worse? Your menace of a best friend (and traitor who sold you off to the doctor, snatching your yogurt away) wouldn't stop texting you.

Your phone. Would. Not. Stop. Vibrating.

Maddie 🥟🐱: Are you dead or getting railed in a supply closet???

Maddie 🥟🐱: Don’t forget to use protection. Oh he's a doctor, he'd be careful. Yet.

Maddie 🥟🐱: I'M SURE HE’S GOOD AT ANATOMY OMG

You choked on your coffee, turning your phone face-down with a bang.

Jisung raised a brow, amused. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah. That was just… spam. Spammy spam. Ya know, normal… spam.”

“Aha, just spam?” he teased.

You groaned, covering your face with your hands.

“My best friend’s a menace. She thinks we’re having sex in a supply closet right now.”

He smirked, eyes twinkling. “Are we?”

“Jisung!”

He laughed, that full-body, boyish laugh that made your stomach do flips. You may have forgotten how to breathe.

He leaned in, and his thigh pressed fully against yours now, warm through your jeans. “You’re so adorable.”

“I’m just a girl with yogurt and trauma.”

He laughed again - low and intimate - and you felt like melting. Your body was on fire, every cell screaming: KISS HIM. RIGHT NOW.

And then your phone vibrated again.

Maddie 🥟🐱: If you come home without at least a kiss to gush about, I’m disowning you.

You covered your face. “Oh God.”

Jisung drove you home some time later in his stupidly clean car (obviously, he's a doctor) that smelled like vanilla and something woodsy. The kind of scent that made you want to crawl into his hoodie and never leave.

The ride was warm and quiet, that kind of perfect silence where you could feel the air buzzing between you. Your heart was somewhere in your throat the entire time, because honestly, no one has ever made you feel this way.

When he pulled up outside your place, you weren’t ready for it to end. But you let him walk you up the steps, slow and close, his hand brushing yours. Like he’d been holding back all night.

You reached your door, and he stopped, turning to you. Your porch light casted a soft glow on his face.

You looked up at him - this ridiculously perfect man who saw you at your absolute worst and still looked at you like you were the most beautiful human being on earth.

So you stood on tip toes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. You felt his breath hitch, just slightly. And when you pulled back, his eyes were dark and amused.

“That’ll do,” he murmured. “For now.”

And then, without missing a beat, he raised his voice just slightly and said, “Bye, Maddie!”

A loud, high-pitched giggle came from the other side of the door.

You gasped. “Maddie!”

“Thanks for the moral support,” he added, smirking.

A dramatic thump followed by giggling came through the wood. Maddie’s voice sang back, “You’re welcome, Doc!”

You groaned but had to smile, because this was perfect. He reached out, gently brushing a loose strand of hair from your face.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said.

“Okay.”

You opened your door, stepped halfway inside, turned back one more time.

“Goodnight, Jisung.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

---

You’d just leaned back against the door, face flushed, smile spreading so wide it hurt, when you heard rapid knocks on your door.

Your heart jumped straight into your throat. You quickly opened the door and there he was.

Han Jisung. Slightly out of breath. Chest rising, eyes burning, mouth parted just slightly.

“Hi,” he said, softly.

“Hi,” you breathed.

You didn’t hesitate this time, leaping into his arms like an unhinged, horny Disney princess, and he caught you with a low laugh, arms wrapping tight around your waist. And then he kissed you.

Not the soft kind. No.

It was absolutely hot and messy, all breathless against your mouth. His hand slid up your back, the other gripping your hip tight.

You melted against him, tugging him closer, kissing him back. You were so wrapped up in him, in everything, you didn’t even hear Maddie until -

“Oh…Okay. I’ll just go.”

You both froze. Pulled apart slowly and turned.

There she was. Standing in the hallway with a grin on her face.

“Y’all have fun,” she chirped, and tiptoed away, giggling. And then silence.

Jisung looked at you and smirked.

“You gonna let me kiss you properly this time?”

“That wasn't proper enough?”

“No, not even close -”

“Oh?”

He didn't reply with words. He just showed you.

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sunfl0werrrr · 1 month ago

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Echoes Between Us - Pt. 2

Author’s Note: Hihi sooooo I am back hahaha. Thank you for the love cause honestly that made me write the continuation. I do welcome feedback or any thoughts! I am thinking of writing the next part as smut. Just a reminder that I wrote a Bang Chan's POV of Pt. 1. So do lemme know what yall want me to post next for this series! Enjoy~ Bye-um~

Description: Regret. Distance. Silence. You thought you'd put him—and the confession he walked away from—behind you. But late-night songs never lie, and Bang Chan is still the pause your heart never moved past.

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending. Slow burn with mutual pining. Emotional hurt and comfort.

Link for Part 1: Echoes Between Us - Pt. 1

You hadn’t stayed late in months—not since that night. The night you’d let the words spill like a confession, like a grenade rolled between his feet. "Sometimes I wish we could be more…"

And he’d just… turned away.

Not immediately. Not dramatically. Just a slow, quiet pivot—shoulders tensing, gaze dropping to the floor like your words were too heavy to hold. The silence that followed wasn’t the kind you could fill. It was a chasm. A choice. He didn’t say no. Didn’t say yes. Just… turned his back on you. On us.

Working with the other group helped. Throwing yourself into their music, their energy, their distance—it was a welcome distraction. But distractions don’t heal. They just pass the time. And no matter how loud the studio was with them, how bright their laughter, the ache stayed. A dull, relentless throb beneath your ribs.

You had to see him. Just once. Maybe then you could finally stitch yourself back together. Maybe then it would stop hurting - this constant ache beneath your ribs that even working with the new group couldn't soothe. The distraction had been welcome, the music loud enough to drown out... almost everything.

Almost.

Closure. That's what you told yourself as you stood outside his studio, hand hovering over the door. That's what this was.

But tonight, the ache pulls you back in a different way. The unfinished melody you'd been working on - the one that started months ago in this very studio - haunts you, its notes slipping through your fingers like sand no matter how hard you try to grasp them elsewhere. You tell yourself you're here for the music. Only the music.

The knob turns before you can knock.

The air leaves your lungs in one sharp exhale. There he is - Chan, silhouetted in the doorway, eyes wide like he's been waiting. Like he knew you'd come back to this place, to this song, to him.

"Couldn't stay away?" he asks, voice rough around the edges. There's no accusation in it. Just quiet understanding.

You hold up your phone where the half-finished track still lives. "The song wouldn't let me."

His lips quirk. "Just the song?"

The truth sits heavy on your tongue. You let it linger there, unspoken, as you step past him into the studio that still smells like home.

The music brought you here. But it was never just about the music.

The studio feels smaller now. Or maybe it’s just the weight of everything left unsaid that makes the air so thick you could choke on it.

Inside, the lights are dim, the equipment powered down.

You turned, and there he was. Chan, seated on the couch, his posture slumped but his eyes alert. Watching you with that deep, soulful gaze that had always seen too much. Tonight, those dark eyes held something new - a sadness that mirrored your own, a quiet desperation that made your very soul ache.

Your breath caught, sharp in your throat.

The studio air hummed with unsaid words as you stood frozen, your lower back pressing into the sharp edge of the mixing table. Your fingers curled around the arm of the chair beside you, knuckles whitening as if it could anchor you against the current pulling you toward him.

He sat slumped on the couch, those deep sad eyes tracking your every movement—the way your throat worked when you swallowed, the slight tremor in your hands. The space between you charged with months of silence.

Your breath caught when he finally spoke, his voice rough like gravel and velvet all at once. "I've been... wanting to talk."

The admission hovered between you, fragile as spun glass. You nodded, your grip tightening on the chair. Close enough to see the shadow of stubble along his jaw. Not close enough to remember how his warmth felt against your palms.

He leaned forward, elbows digging into his knees, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles paled. "I didn't say anything back then," he began, voice dropping to something barely above a whisper, "because I was scared." A humorless laugh escaped him. "Still am, maybe."

Your pulse roared in your ears, a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. The edge of the table bit into your back, the pain sharp and grounding.

His gaze lifted, and the raw honesty you found there stole the air from your lungs. "But not saying it..." His hands flexed, fingers lacing and unlacing. "Not saying it didn't make it go away."

"Then say it now," you whispered, the words slipping out before you could catch them.

A muscle jumped in his jaw. When he spoke, the words came out razor-edged. "You left."

The accusation landed like a slap. Your fingers slipped from the chair arm. "You didn't stop me."

His breath hitched. For a moment, all you heard was the hum of dormant equipment and the too-loud pounding of your own heart.

He stood abruptly, frustration radiating off him like heat. His fingers raked through his already disheveled hair. "You think I didn't try?" His voice cracked. "Every goddamn night, I—" He cut himself off, hands flexing at his sides like he wanted to reach for you. "You were already gone before you walked out that door."

The truth of it lodged in your throat. You had left—piece by piece, every time he turned away from your touch, every mumbled excuse about keeping things professional.

"You made it so easy to go," you whispered.

His eyes darkened. "And you made it impossible to follow."

The air between you sparked with all the words you'd swallowed, all the touches you'd denied yourselves. His gaze dropped to your lips.

Somewhere in the building, a door slammed. The sound jolted you both back to the present—to the three feet of charged space between you, to the mixing table still digging into your back.

His throat worked as he stepped closer, close enough that you could see the dim studio lights reflecting in his blown-wide pupils. "Tell me to stop," he murmured, hand hovering near your waist. "Tell me you don't feel this, and I'll walk away."

But your body betrayed your hesitation. You leaned in, breath caught in your throat. "I can't."

The admission shattered whatever remained of the distance between you. His palm hovered near your hip, trembling with restraint.

You closed the distance.

He didn't touch you right away. He let you come to him, let you decide—his breath catching when your forehead finally touched his chest. A shudder ran through him as his arms wrapped around you, folding you against him like he'd been holding space for this exact moment all along.

The dam broke. His hands fisted in the back of your shirt as he buried his face in your hair. "God, I missed you," he choked out, the words vibrating against your skin.

You could feel his heartbeat where your cheek pressed against his sternum—too fast, too loud, perfectly in time with yours. His warmth seeped into you, erasing months of cold silence. The scent of him—vanilla and something faintly floral—filled your lungs like oxygen after drowning.

When he finally tilted your chin up, his eyes were glassy. "Stay," he whispered. Not a question. A plea.

Then his lips brushed yours - tentative, questioning. The first touch was softer than you imagined, just the barest pressure before he pulled back to search your face. His hands framed your cheeks like you might vanish, thumbs trembling where they traced your cheekbones.

You saw the exact moment it hit him—what had just happened. His breath caught, pupils dilating until they nearly swallowed the warm brown of his irises. A kiss months in the making, born from every word swallowed and every step it took to close the space between you.

"Again," you breathed before your brain could catch up, fingers curling into his shirt.

The second kiss wasn't gentle. It was the spark catching fire—his mouth finding yours with certainty this time. One hand slid into your hair, the other pressed between your shoulder blades, pulling you into him until there was no space left. The headphone cord looped around his neck dug into yours, but the pain was grounding, a sweet reminder this was real.

When you finally pulled apart, his lips were kiss-swollen, breath ragged. He didn't let you move far, just rested his forehead against yours, warm and shaking.

You felt him shudder before he spoke.

“I'm sorry.” The words escaped on a breath, like they'd been clawed from his chest. “For turning away. For making you walk out that door. For every second I wasted being scared.”

His voice cracked on the last word. The sound carved through you, sharp and full of regret. You could feel the weight of all those lost months pressing into your skin as he clung to you.

You reached for his hands—still trembling—and laced your fingers through his. “We were both scared”, you whispered.

He shook his head, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “But you were brave first.” The words hung between you, raw and reverent. “Let me be brave now.”

You kissed him before he could say anything else. This time he met you with equal hunger, hands sliding down to grip your waist as you stepped forward, pushing him backward until his knees hit the couch.

"Brave now, are we?" you murmured against his mouth, feeling his huff of laughter more than hearing it.

Then you were falling—a tangle of limbs and muffled laughter as the couch cushions caught you both. He landed half beneath you, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other splayed across your lower back, holding you flush against him.

"Took you long enough," he breathed, eyes dancing with something brighter than fear, lighter than regret.

You sealed the words between his lips with another kiss, the last of the distance between you finally, irrevocably gone.

And this time, when you kissed, it wasn’t about reclaiming what was lost.

It was about everything still waiting to be built. Together.

#happy ending #im so glad this worked out #i actually would’ve crashed out if this went south #bangchan angst #bang chan #stray kids #skz #skz x reader #bang chan angst #skz angst #stray kids angst #bang chan x reader

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sunfl0werrrr · 1 month ago

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soft paws, warm hands - hwang hyunjin

pairings : ferrethybrid!hyunjin x fem!reader

genre : fluff

wordcount : 1.0k+

a/n : i decided to write this because i’ve lately been reading a lot of skz hybrid things! i didn’t know how you guys would feel about this, but here i am. feedback is appreciated! enjoy my lovelies! ♡ ^^

the hybrid adoption center always made your heart ache a little.

so many hopeful eyes. so many small noises, little paws, twitching ears and tails. they all looked at you like you were their last chance. but today, you came in with real purpose—you were ready to adopt. something small. something cuddly. something to keep you company in your quiet apartment.

"the ferret hybrids are down this hallway," the caretaker said with a warm smile. you nodded, heart picking up pace.

as you stepped into the smaller room, the soft hum of a heat lamp and gentle chirps of communication filled the space. there were a few cages, each spacious and lined with toys and blankets. one ferret curled into a fuzzy donut and didn’t stir. another was chewing a cardboard tube, absolutely lost in it.

but the one that caught your eye was sitting right at the front of the cage, tiny paws gripping the bars, beady eyes focused entirely on you.

he had creamy brown fur, slightly lighter around the face, and little dark speckles down his back. he blinked once, tilted his head—and then stood upright on his hind legs like he was trying to get a better look at you.

"oh my god," you whispered, your heart completely gone. "hello there."

the little ferret perked up even more at your voice. you knelt down, offering a hand through the bars, and instead of scurrying away like you expected, he leaned forward and gently nudged your fingers with his tiny nose. then he crawled right into your palm like he belonged there.

"that’s hyunjin," the caretaker said behind you. "he’s… special. came in a few weeks ago. no one's even held him before."

your brows furrowed. "really? he just crawled into my hand."

the caretaker blinked. "he… did?"

you smiled and gently stroked his head with a finger. "he’s perfect. i’ll take him."

♡

the ride home was quiet, hyunjin curled up in the blanket-lined carrier, occasionally peeking up to look at you. you caught his eyes in the rearview mirror more than once.

when you finally set him down in your apartment, he hesitated for a moment. then he stretched long and low like a noodle, and began to explore. it was honestly adorable—he climbed onto your couch and burrowed under the pillows, poked his head into your slippers, tried to crawl up your pants once (before tumbling back down with a dramatic squeak).

"you’re really something else," you laughed as you followed him around, "aren’t you gonna transform back at some point?"

he squeaked and flopped over dramatically. no shift. just vibes.

you assumed he needed to feel safe. comfortable. maybe he just liked being in ferret form for now. that was fine. you weren’t in any rush.

♡

a few days passed, and you settled into your new routine with hyunjin. he was smart, playful, curious—and oddly good at following you around the house. he had this little hopping run that made you giggle every time. and even when he was mischievous, like stealing your socks or trying to climb the curtains, he always found a way to charm you out of being mad.

that morning, you’d been working on a diy project in your room. a little bookshelf you were painting and assembling by hand. music played softly from your phone. hyunjin was asleep in a pile of laundry nearby, his tiny chest rising and falling peacefully.

you were cutting some thick fabric to line the shelves when the scissors slipped.

“fuck—!” you gasped as pain flared through your hand. your thumb throbbed instantly, and blood began to drip, dark and fast.

you dropped the scissors with a clatter, backing up and gripping your hand. panic was bubbling up when you heard frantic scrabbling—hyunjin was suddenly up, his little feet thudding lightly against the floor as he sprinted toward you.

“hyunjin—” you started, blinking through the pain.

he didn’t stop to nuzzle or sniff. instead, he turned sharply into your closet, disappeared behind some hanging clothes—then came back out dragging a pair of sweatpants.

you blinked, woozy from the sight of blood, confused.

and then right in front of you, he shimmered.

not with magic or some dramatic spark, but subtly—fur melting into skin, tiny limbs elongating and shifting until suddenly, a tall, bare-skinned man stood in front of you.

hyunjin.

naked.

you choked on air, your brain unable to fully catch up to what just happened. he was… he was stunning. lean but toned, long limbs, golden skin, sharp cheekbones, lips parted in focus. and yeah—he was huge. not just tall. your gaze dipped once, and you swore your soul left your body.

“i’m sorry,” he said breathlessly, pulling on the sweatpants in a hurry. “i—i usually wait longer to shift. but you—i smelled the blood.”

his voice was soft, deep, slightly raspy. he tied the waistband quickly, and the pants, somehow, fit perfectly on his hips.

you blinked at him, still crouched and holding your hand. “you’re… you’re human.”

“hybrid,” he corrected gently, stepping forward. “may i see it?”

you nodded numbly.

he knelt in front of you, still shirtless, and took your wrist with warm fingers. his touch was surprisingly delicate. he pulled a tissue from your nightstand and pressed it firmly against the wound. the pain made you flinch, and his eyes softened.

“i’ll clean it up after the bleeding stops,” he murmured. “but you’ll be okay.”

you couldn’t stop staring.

his eyes were this deep brown, framed by long lashes. his hair, slightly wavy and falling into his face, still held some of the soft brown tones from his ferret form. and his body—god—he was so effortlessly beautiful. lean muscle, smooth skin, soft veins running under the surface. it was almost unfair.

“you’re staring,” he said without looking up.

“you’re half-naked in my bedroom,” you countered weakly.

he chuckled, soft and low. “i can get a shirt, if it’ll make you more comfortable.”

“no,” you blurted. “i mean—no, it’s okay. just… wasn’t expecting you to be that pretty.”

he looked up at that, a slow grin spreading across his face. “you think i’m pretty?”

you groaned. “don’t tease me. i’m bleeding.”

he laughed again and adjusted the tissue gently. “you’ll need some antiseptic. bandages, too. stay here.”

he stood, and you watched his back as he padded to the bathroom. broad shoulders, a slim waist, that damn waistband hanging low on his hips. you were truly not okay.

he returned with a small first aid kit and sat beside you, cross-legged. the moment he started cleaning the cut with alcohol, he murmured quiet reassurances.

“you were so calm,” you whispered, still watching him.

“i’ve seen worse,” he said. “besides… the idea of you getting hurt and me not helping? i couldn’t stay in ferret form anymore.”

you swallowed hard.

“so… why didn’t you shift sooner?”

he looked thoughtful as he wrapped the bandage snug around your hand. “some hybrids like staying in animal form when they’re unsure. it’s safer. less vulnerable. but with you, even from the cage… i knew i’d be safe.”

you blinked at him.

“you picked me. not because i was rare. or flashy. just because… you liked me. i could tell.”

you couldn’t say anything to that. your heart was beating too loud.

“besides,” he added, eyes flicking to yours, “i was planning to show you eventually. i just… didn’t want to scare you off.”

you smiled, cheeks warming. “you’re the one walking around shirtless, hyunjin.”

he smirked, playful and cocky now. “so you were looking.”

you swatted his arm with your uninjured hand, and he laughed again—warm and bright, so different than the skittish creature you’d first met.

“thank you,” you said quietly after a moment.

he tilted his head. “for what?”

“for helping me. for… trusting me.”

he reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “i’m yours, remember? ferret or not.”

you smiled softly.

and maybe it was the blood loss. or maybe it was just him—but you leaned into the warmth of his presence, into the way he gently pulled you close, and let him take care of you that night.

ferret or human. you’d picked him.

and now, he was finally home.

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sunfl0werrrr · 1 month ago

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Ruin The Friendship

Han x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: You and Han have been dancing around your feelings for a while, but what happens when things come to jealous head at a party the night before he leaves for tour? Warnings: SMUT, unprotected p in v, oral (both rec), fingering, masturbation, (f. only), pet names (Sweet girl, my girl, etc,) praise, overstim, i think thats it. A/N: My brand is mostly sappy romance at this point and I refuse to run from it anymore. Comment to be added to the taglist! I hope you all enjoy!💜

You and Han had been friends since you were kids, you grew up together, studied together, and when the day came that he told you he was going to debut, you couldn’t have been happier for him. But you were also sad for yourself. He’d be leaving you and you knew with his talent and ambition he’d be a star. He’d grow bigger, possibly forget where he came from, though he was a humble man, and that broke your heart; still you plastered a smile on your face and supported him the whole time.

They’d been working super hard and tomorrow starts their traveling for tour. Tonight, you surprised them with a house party, complete with good food, games and alcohol; and a little bit of drunken karaoke.

The night goes well, everyone’s having fun, and while you know Han likes to talk to people he knows, you had hoped you’d spend his last night home for a while together, and yet he’s on the other side of the room with some blonde girl who you invited because it was a mutual friend of the boys.

“Is the alcohol that bad?” Chan asks as he pours himself another drink in front of you, catching your staring.

“Huh,”

“That sour look on your face.” He quirks a brow before following your gaze and he can’t keep the smirk off his lips. Chan nods his head understandably.

“He’s just talking to her.” he says casually before taping a sip and staring at you over the rim.

“I know,” you shrug as you turn your gaze away.

“Then why do you look upset?”

“I just thought we’d spend a little more time together tonight, I mean I know it’s a party but he said hi and bye basically.” You look into your now empty cup; a pout fixed onto your face.

Chan puts his arm around you brotherly and kisses the top of your head.

“If it bothers you talk to him about it.”

“It’s fine,” you shrug him off and leave the room, frustrated with Han. You weave through the crowd of people bumping into Han’s back on the way catching his attention. He see’s you run off to the opposite end of the house.

He bids a polite goodbye to his friend and follows you. When he comes to the secluded part of the house, he see’s the stairs to the attic have been taken down and drawn back up, noting the soft lighting he sees in the crack between the stairs and ceiling. He sighs and jumps catching the little string, pulling the stairs down. He walks up them, drawing them up when he gets up there, turning the lock so no one can disturb you. He turns on his heel noticing you staring out the window.

You hear him, but you don’t acknowledge him.

“Hey,” he says in your ear, arms going around your waist.

“Get off me,” you pout and wiggle out of his grip.

“Woah, what did I do?” his face is scrunched up.

“Go back to Vanessa or Clarissa or whatever her name is.” You say as you sit down on the bed, not looking at him.

“Y/n/n, what are you talking about?” you hear the slight amusement in his voice and it causes your blood to boil.

“You’d rather spend your last night home with her, so go. Get out!” You push him lightly once and you go to do it again but he catches your hands.

“Is this really about Claire? Or is this about the fact that I’m leaving tomorrow?” he asks; a knowing in his voice. You pull out his hands and turn away from him, eyes brimming with tears.

“I just figured since you are leaving tomorrow, we’d spend more time together, but all night you’ve been stuck up her ass.” You say, voice quivering a bit.

“Because I knew I’d have all night with you.” He says, arms once again coming around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.

“I stay the night every time,” he whispers in your ear. You turn around in his arms and wrap your arms around his neck, biting back tears.

“I just hate when you leave, I miss you so much and I,” you sigh and he holds you.

“You what?”

“I don’t know. Just go back down to the party, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Nah, I wanna stay here,” he says as he tucks his face into your shoulder. You smile as you hold each other for a minute.

You let him go, signaling the same to him and he releases you.

“Do you remember when we were kids,” he snickers and walks past you, “we took a bunch of water balloons and rained them down on your dad and brother from up here!”

“Ah, you did that and got me in trouble for a month!”

“Worth it,” he smirks with a cocky grin.

“Easy for you to say.”

“Only thing that sucked was I couldn’t see you.” He says.

“Or the time when we hid up here from my brother when he thought you stole his skin mags?” you giggle remembering the memory.

“We almost didn’t make it!”

“I swear I didn’t take them!” he defends.

“Yeah, mom felt so bad. She finally admitted she found them and threw them out!” you both fall into fits of laughter.

“You tripped getting up the stairs and he almost got your collar before I hit him with a freaking nerf gun bullet straight to the eye,” you cackle out and the two of you fall onto the bed laughing. Staring at the ceiling as the two of you catch your breath, you two share a look and the laughter starts all over again.

After another moment the laughter comes to halt. Han blindly reaches for your hand, interlocking your fingers. Your heart races a little faster at the contact. You turn your head and Han’s eyes are already on you. You smile, an easy silence falling over you.

Suddenly, Han sits up on his side, his hand that was interlocked with yours now supports his head and his hair flops as he gets himself situated. He looks down at you and you look back at him, the moment feeling slightly charged.

“I hate leaving you,” he admits quietly.

“Yeah, but you love it too,” you try to joke, trying to lighten the palpable tension.

“I hate being away from you for so long,” his eyes quickly flit to your lips before they go back up to your eyes.

“I hate it when you leave to, but it’s your job. The job you love and I knew you’d be successful at.” You remind him and he smiles. He leans down, placing his lips on your forehead, letting them linger for a moment longer than necessary. Both of you freeze, unsure of the next move. He pulls his lips from your flesh, looking down at you, hesitantly resting his forehead on yours.

Your breath catches as you look between his brown eyes, noses daring to touch each other.

You open your mouth to say something, but the words are caught in your throat. Han dips his lips down to meet yours, the kiss stunning the both of you for a brief moment before you melt into it, wrapping your arms around his neck as your eyes flutter closed. The kiss is cautious, easy, unhurried.

Han’s hand goes to your cheek, resting there as he turns his head, risking your entire friendship and runs his tongue over you bottom lip. You whimper against him before opening your mouth, tongues now gently exploring each other’s mouths. Your breaths mix as your fingers tangle into the ends of his soft hair.

“Han,” you breathe in between a kiss.

“We shouldn’t,” you breathe again but don’t stop.

“Why?” he asks against your lips as he strokes your cheek with the pad of his thumb; not stopping or even slowing down.

“It’ll change things, we can’t come back from this,” you say against his lips.

“Thank God,” he sighs as his lips move against yours harder, still slow, and romantic, but also a little more desperate. Han rolls over, supporting himself with one arm.

His lips move to your neck, allowing your lips to feel the kiss swollen effect.

“Hannie,” you whimper as he sinks his teeth into the skin of your neck, hand gently tugging at the roots of his hair. He whimpers against your neck, licking over the spot and sucking on it, leaving a purple mark.

He moans at sight of the bruise appearing.

“So pretty,” he rambles before kissing down to your neckline on your top. He picks his head up, looking at you, silently asking permission. He sits up, allowing you to sit up and he helps you pull the shirt over your head, revealing your bra.

He lets out a guttural moan at the sight. And attaches his lips down to your collar bone. He plants kisses atop your chest, reaching his hands behind you and unclasping your bra. You slowly let it fall down, Han discarding it to the side and his brows go up when he looks at you. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, quickly holding your hands up to cover yourself.

“No, no, no, baby. Don’t hide from me,” he whispers just before kissing you again.

“You’re beautiful,” he says against your lips before he pulls back and removes his shirt. Your hands reach up and feel his stomach and he flexes under your touch. Your fingers shake slightly, the adrenaline taking over. Han notices and guides you back against the mattress.

“If you want me to stop, tell me,” he says searching your eyes. You shake your head no, giving him clearance to flick his tongue over you hardened nub. You gasp, his tongue warm against the cooled flesh of your breast. Han watches you through his lashes, studying your face to see what feels good. He sucks it into his mouth, teeth gently nipping at the sensitive nerves, sending waves of pleasure to your core, soft moans and whimpers falling from your lips as your back arches into him.

He turns his attention to the other one, giving it the same treatment, tongue moving against the middle of it, putting slight pressure against it and you gasp, eyes closing tightly as he works his tongue with a satisfied grin on his face, loving the way your noises sound.

“Han,” you moan as your nails dig into his forearms.

“Fuck,” he breathes as he kisses your lips once more.

“Say it again,” he begs, “Say my name again.” You moan his name one more time and he smiles like an idiot.

“My girl,” he murmurs gazing into your eyes before kissing down your sternum. He gets down to the hem of your pants, kissing at your waist line, nipping at the skin across your tummy playfully.

“Stop teasing,” you whine as your hips shift beneath him. He smirks and places a kiss below your navel before your hips are lifting for him to pull off your pants and panties. He groans at the sight of you and an idea strikes him. He climbs back up to you, ears brushing your ear.

“Touch yourself for me,” he whispers and heat floods your cheeks.

“Wh-what?”

“Take your hand, and show me what you like, I wanna see if it’s better than I’ve imagined,” he smirks. You look at him. Slowly your fingers go to your mouth, tongue visible as you coat your fingers and they travel down to your damp cunt, eye contact never breaking with him, and you start to rub slow circles on your clit. Han’s eyes drift over your body, making there way to your hand, watching it like he’s in a trance. He hears your gasps, and watches as your eyes flutter closed, body arching slightly as a small moan escapes you.

“Insert a finger for me, baby.” He whispers as his eyes never leave you.” You moan as you shift, trying to angle your body to get deeper into your hole, slowly curling up and making the come hither motion.

“Ah,” you gasp as you hit your sweet spot, more noises trailing out of you as you repeat the motion, slowly increasing the pace.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he encourages.

“Mmngh, not enough,” you whimper with pleading eyes as he watching your hips shift and chase your hand.

Han doesn’t respond, only moves his body between your legs, spreading them wide and watching as your finger exists your tight cunt, and before you can move it away Han licks your finger clean, groaning at the taste, eyes closing as his tongue twirls around your finger. He lets it go with a ‘pop’ and shoves his face into your core.

“Fuck you smell divine,” he moans. His tongue automatically attaches to your clit, licking and watching you, seeing your face twist in pleasure as your legs bend up and thighs squeeze his head. His hands go around your thighs holding you in place as he works, drunk on the way you taste already.

“Han,” you whimper as you gasp when his tongue swipes from side to side, pressing into the most sensitive part of your clit.

“Oh, wow, keep going, please, don’t stop.” You beg, breathless, heart rate erratic as you feel the tightening in your stomach.

“Ah-ha,” you cry out back arching off the mattress as he adds a finger, pumping it in and out of you, tongue still circling your clit.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you say and Han works faster.

“That’s it, that’s my girl, come on, cum on my tongue,” he encourages as your body goes rigid, head digging into the mattress. You gasp once your muscles relax, the white-hot feeling of your orgasm ripping through you. Hans fingers replace his tongue, causing you to squirm under him.

“You can take it, baby,” he says as he quickly works his fingers, and your hips violently jerk, sharp painful pleasure mixing as you cry, tears in your eyes from the feeling. One falls and Han kisses it away, licking the salty liquid from his lips.

“You’re taking it so well, I’m so proud of you,” he says in your ear and your hands grasp onto his biceps, your next orgasm quickly approaching.

“Please don’t stop,” you whisper as your legs start to lock. He moves even faster, if that’s possible, applying more pressure, watching as your body shakes beneath him, legs trapping his hand, mesmerized by the way you look falling apart because of him.

“Fuck!” you cry out as you gasp. For a moment, breathing doesn’t exist, only the intense feeling of your body letting go.

Han places his forehead on yours, your breath fanning his face.

“God that was amazing,” he whispers.

He lets you take a moment to come back, kissing your lips gently to help ground you from the intense feeling.

You push him down onto his back, climbing onto his waist as you stare down at him. His face is surprised but he welcomes your actions no less. You lean down, fervently connecting your lips and he moans against you.

You kiss down his body, teeth grazing his skin the way his did yours, leaving a purple mark on his hip bone. You slide his pants off, his cock springing free, larger than you had expected, the tip angry and wet from the precum. You lick you lips subconsciously, finally realizing you’re about to know how he tastes. You look to him for any signs of hesitancy and find none, he only sits up as to get a better angle to watch you.

You move your hair to the side before licking a stripe up the underneath side of his cock, and he watches as it disappears into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat as your nose touches his pelvis. He whimpers pathetically as he gathers your hair into a make shift pony tails for you.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines as he feels your tongue swirl around the head. He gasps as he feels you tease his slit, looking up at him through your lashes before you sink back down.

“God you’re so good at that,” he groans as he tries to keep himself from pushing you down on his own, letting you control the pace.

You can sense that he’s holding back and pick up the pace a little, a little bit of drool, spilling from your mouth as suck on his cock.

“Such a messy girl,” he chuckles and you work faster, feeling your walls clench, desperate to be filled.

“Oh fuck, keep going,” he says as his eyes flutter closed. You hollow your cheeks, working quickly, the soft sounds filling the room.

“Aish, I’m gonna cum,” he whimpers face scrunched as you play with his balls, tipping him over the edge and his cum shoots down your throat; thick white ropes of saltiness coat your tongue. You swallow it, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you look at him.

Han pulls you over to him, forcing you back onto your back.

“I love you,” he whispers. You smile at him, cupping his face with your hand.

“I love you more, Hanji,” you share a sweet kiss before he lines himself up and inches himself forward, both of you groaning at the feeling. You can feel everything, every little piece of him as he pushes in until he bottoms out.

“Fuck you’re so warm, so tight,” he groans. He laces your hands together, foreheads resting against each other, and his hips begin to rock slowly, letting you feel every little drag of his cock against your walls, the feeling surreal.

He thrusts inside again, hitting your sweet spot and he watches the way your body reacts to him, already fluttering around him.

“Keep that up and I won’t last,” he warns with a breathy laugh. He looks down noting the way you fit together.

Body to body.

Soul to soul.

He rocks himself into you a little harder now, hitting that same spongey spot repeatedly, causing you to grasp onto him, desperate to ground yourself.

“Feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” you breathe out as he picks up the pace. Not too slow, but not too fast; not too hard but not too soft, just the right way you like it.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, “My beautiful girl, so good, so sweet, so perfect,” he groans, forehead falling to your shoulder.

“Han,” you whimper, walls squeezing him harder and he feel that your close.

“Cum for me,” he says and that’s all it takes, your nails scratch down his bare back and he groans at the sweet sting, as your walls suck him in, desperate to milk him. Your body trembles as the aftershocks hit and it’s not long into those that Han is whimpering in your ear, hips faltering before he stills and spills his load into you.

You both catch your breath, looking into each other’s eyes, realizing everything is different now.

“Was that ok?” you ask, insecurity daring to creep in.

“It was everything I ever dreamed of and more,” he smiles as he leans down to kiss your lips sweetly. You smile against his lips and can’t help the small giggle that leaves you.

“What’s funny?” he asks, genuine concern.

“We just had sex, Han.” You can’t help the nervous laughter.

“Why’s that funny?” he asks cautiously.

“Because, it’s us.” You cup his face, “I mean, it’s not funny, I’m just, I’m just happy? Besides what does it mean for us?”

“It means I come home to you now and get to kiss you, and love you and shower you with all my love, attention and affection. It means I’m yours and you’re mine. It means I’m your safe space.” He says seriously and your heart swells.

“You already were,” you admit sheepishly. Han can only smile in response before he kisses your nose, slowly pulling out of you. You both groan at the sensitivity. He gets up and you hear the shower running.

“Can you walk?” he asks from the door way and you get up, only to feel him drip down your leg. You shiver for a moment, the feeling not something you’re totally used to, but you walk into the bathroom and join him for a shower.

Han washes you off, cleaning you up from head to toe, rubbing the loofa across your body caressing you with soft, careful hands.

“Are you ok?” you he asks as you rinse off.

“Yeah, are you?”

“Never better,” he grins as the two of you trade places and you reciprocate his actions. You wash over his chest and stomach, down his legs and his back, cleaning him intentionally and carefully. The moment is soft between you, real care and intimacy.

“I’m going to find a way to bring you out to some shows, ok? There’s no way we’re staying apart for two whole months,” he says he washes off. A slight churn in your stomach happens when he talks about leaving, so much had happened tonight you almost forgot about it.

He notices you go quiet and cups your face, turning it to look at him.

“But let’s not focus on that right now, let’s just focus on us right here, right now. Ok?” he asks and you nod throwing your arms around his broad shoulders.

After you shower you get dressed in comfy pjs and lay down in bed together. It all hits you at once.

Han is no longer just a friend.

Your relationship is no longer casual.

Your time together could now be spent holding one another and kissing and touching.

It’s all overwhelming, exciting and scary at once.

And yet tonight, the only thing that matters is that you’re his and he’s yours.

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sunfl0werrrr · 1 month ago

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bartender||han jisung x you||mdni

pairings: bartender!jisung x fempoc!reader

synopsis: you go to the same bar every night, served by the same bartender, you get jelly of another lady but little did you know that bartender man was only for you.

warnings: s m u t, strangers to lovers au, slowish burn, unprotected sex , mentions of drinking, use of petnames, slight orgasm denial(m and f), slight jealousy, slight angst, multiple orgasm (f), oral (m and f), pull out method, mention of masturbation, ji has a small obsession with u, lmk if i missed anything.

a/n: this is heavily influenced by the song “dream of you” by chungha. so i would recommend listening while reading! also thanks for all the likes and follows! enjoy ;) lowercase intended

story under the cut :)

ever since your break up with your ex, you havent failed to hit up the same bar everyday after work. the sweet, fruity and spicy alcoholic taste of whiskey seems to blow the stress of life right off your shoulders, it makes you forget about deadlines, the weight of your heart break, the weight of life. it makes you feel light, it relaxes you.

today was no different. you go to the same bar and order your drink. the bartender hands you the drink and makes the usual small talk. bless him, he can tell that life has been crushing you lately. “rough day?” he asks. “yeah man, life has gone to shit for me.” you replied. “‘m sorry about that honey, but let me know if you need a refill, just dont drink too much.” he said as he winked and walked away.

maybe its the liquor or maybe you didnt notice before, but ‘damn’ you think ‘hes so fucking fine.’ all the times youve come here, he serves you, but you never asked him for his name. you didnt wanna come off as a creep or anything, youre sure many people have asked him for his name. for some reason, he doesnt wear a nametag. fuck it, “excuse me bartender.” you said suddenly. he wasnt too far away from you, just a couple customers away. he motions you to wait while he finishes with a customer.

“hi, did you want a refill?” he asked. “uh…no…um…dont take this the wrong way..but youve been serving me for a while and i never got a name.” you said. he looked at you and smiled. “how rude of me. my name is jisung!” he said and extended his arm for a handshake. “oh no i shouldve asked you. but im [reader], nice to meet you!” you said as you shook his hand profusely. he stood there for a minute, looking at you. you were looking at him. truly taking in his features. the way his glasses sat on his beautifully sculpted face. the way his uniform sorta hugged his slim figure, he was actually breathtaking.

you wouldnt be surprised if he had a girlfriend. you would be surprised if he didnt. “excuse me bartender.” a lady called. you didnt even notice you were holding his hand at that point until he smiled, briefly squeezed your hand and walked away. his hands were soft. you followed him with your eyes, you seen the lady who called for him. she wasnt all that cute. her hair was nice and neat, her outfit was formal and classy, she looked like the business class.

she was looking at him with eyes full of lust, she was flirting with him. you could tell she was really flustering him because you could hear his small giggling. she looked over at you and smirked. the hell is wrong with her? what is she trying to prove? why are you getting upset about it? jisung isnt yours, and he for damn sure isnt hers either. before you could even get to that point, you asked him to close your tab and you left.

you sat in your car for a second to be sure you werent too fucked up to drive, you took a deep breathe and looked out the window. tonight was beautiful. lightly raining, and chilly. your mind started to drift back to the moment you learned his name. his voice kept traveling in your mind. it brought a small smile to your face, it warmed your heart a little. just then, you seen the same woman walk out, jisung following behind her, he gets into her car and they leave.

“the fuck?” you said in utter disbelief. you decided not to think too much of it and went home.

the next evening, youre back at the bar. same bartender, same everything. “[reader] the usual?” said jisung. you nodded and he got your drink ready. “you doing alright?” he asked. you nodded your head once more. he looked at you confused, you normally talk to him. you always talk to him, whats with the cold shoulder? he set your drink down, and you took it. everything that happened last night, the small anger you felt, it all came rushing back. and instead of taking your small sips, you down the whole thing. slamming the cup back down and catching some peoples attention. it caught the attention of jisung.

now he knew something was up. “[reader] you are not okay. whats going on with you?” jisung said with concern lacing his voice. “i am fucking fine. aint shit wrong with me. now another one please.” you said. youre also slightly tipsy. he looks more concerned now but still gives you another one. it felt like life was still crumbling down on you. so to numb it, you downed one shot, two shots, four shots, “thats enough [reader], i legally cannot serve you anymore drinks.” jisung said. “bullshit, this is bullshit. im fucking—outta here.” you said. you start getting hiccups now, you were also totally drunk.

“ill call a cab for you. your car will be here in the morning.” jisung said. “dont fuckin act like you care ab—about me. ji—jisung.” you said drunkenly. he looked at you with slight heartbreak. he does care about you. youre the reason why he works every night. he loves looking at you, admiring you. the day you unknowingly held his hand, he went home and masturbated with the same hand. “[reader], ill take you home instead. does anyone live with you that can make sure okay and also can pick your car up tonight?” he said. hes not supposed to take you home. he could lose his job over it. but he will do anything just to be close to you. “n—no” you hiccuped.

he sat you down in an isolated booth and finished the night. he served a few more people and then closed up shop. while he was doing this, you fell asleep. though he didnt wanna wake you, he had to at least get you standing up so he can help you walk to his car. “[reader]…..[reader]” he said while gently shaking you awake. you looked around to see the bar is empty. you looked at him with confusion. “hey, its time for me to take you home.” he said and smiled. you nodded as you rubbed your eyes and got up to walk. since you were still under the influence, you had some difficulty walking on your own. luckily jisung was next to you and ready to help you walk.

he helped you in his car, strapped you in, and began driving you home. “jisung.” you spoke. “yes [reader]?” he replied. “why are you doing this?” you said softly. “because i care about you. i care about your safety.” he said. sure it was the truth but it wasnt the whole truth. “if you cared, why did you go off with that ugly ass lady?” you asked. he grinned a bit. “she took me to her house, we made out but i told her i wasn’t interested in her. i told her i had my eyes on someone else.” he said. you went from being slumped over looking out the window to now sitting up and looking at him. “you did? what happened after that?” you asked invested. “she brought me back to the bar, i got in my own car and left.” he replied.

you eventually arrived at your home and he helped you in and helped you get settled. “ji?” you called. he looked at you. “can you stay the night with me? i dont want to be alone. i wanna be with you.” you said. he smiled softly and nodded. you both got into your bed and laid there. both of you are awake, both are scared to say something. “[reader], remember when i said that i told the lady i was interested in someone else?” he spoke. “yeah.” you answered. “well, ever since you came into the bar, ive been interested in you. i was too scared to introduce myself. after i learned that you were going through a break up, i tried to suppress my feelings and make sure i was there for you. im trying to say that i want you. i know you want me as well.” he said as he looked at you.

his words made you smile, “i do, want you.” you said as you looked at him and snuggled closer. he leaned a bit closer to your face, his breath fanning your face. you were the one who closed the gap and kissed him. it was one peck, then he came back and started to kiss you passionately. you climbed on top of him, not breaking the kiss. as the room started to get hot, you started to take off your shirt. him taking off his shirt revealing his slim but muscular body. jisung reached up and unclasped your bra straps. your bra fell down your body showing off your beautiful tits. he looked in awe.

he looked you in the eyes before taking one of your nipples and sucking on it. the other nipped was being teased by this free hand. you started to grind yourself on him to relieve some of the pressure. he groaned a bit as youre right on top of his cock. you threw your head back as he swirled his tongue over your sensitive nipple. he also started to rock his hips upwards to meet your pussy halfway. this causing both of you to moan softly. “i cant wait anymore ji.” you said needily. “okay baby, let me take care of you.” he said softly.

you climbed off him and laid on your back, jisung taking off your pants and then getting up to take off his. he laid down between your legs. “wow, so wet. and your pussy is so pretty. just like you baby girl.” he said as he looked up at you. it made you blush and subconsciously close your legs, but he caught them in time. he leaned in and licked it. a small teasing lick. you whined as you grew needier and needier for him. he heard your whines and stopped teasing. he began to really savor you by sucking on your clit. then dipping his tongue in and out of your hole. you moaned loudly as hes doing this to you. “that feel good?” he asked. “mmhm~” you replied not really able to say anything.

you started to rock you hips against his mouth and he started licking faster. you grabbed his hair and pushed his head into you for more. he giggled softly at this, the vibrations of it causing you to feel closer to your climax. “just like that—ah! just like that~” you screamed softly. he cooed into you again sending vibrations to your clit. you felt your high approaching quickly. as if his mouth wasnt enough, he took two fingers and fingered you quickly. this making your high wash over you. with a loud “fuck!~” you came hard.

your legs were shaking slightly from how intense it was. you sat up and kissed him deeply. tasting yourself made you moan. you pulled back. “your turn.” you smirked. he laid down and you sat between his legs. his fully erect dick was leaking some pre. you licked a fat stripe from the bottom of his dick to his pretty tip. he hissed at the sensation. you did that two or three times before you took his tip and started to suck on it. “oh goodness—oh go—that feels nice.” he whimpered. you smiled as you took his length all the way down. it took him by surprise and he subconsciously bucked his hips upwards. whatever didnt fit in your mouth, you took your hand and jerked it.

you bobbed your head and jerked him quickly, then slowly to tease. you kept that same pattern for about 5 minutes before he says “shit—baby..im gonna..’m cumming~”. you stopped before he could, he looked at you in amusement. “youre gonna regret that honey.” he chuckled. he flipped you over so you were on your back. he lined himself with you. “is this okay? we dont have to move on if you dont want to.” he said.

“im sure, i want this, i want you.” you moaned slightly. no more words were said as he slid himself into you. he was a couple inches bigger than your ex but he was definitely wider. the stretch making your toes curl. “oh my god baby, youre tight. its feels so good princess.” he moaned as he bottomed out. he stroked himself slowly in, slowly out. it was making your eyes roll back. you gripped his arm “faster, please ji. i need it…i need—it!” you moaned loudly as he sped up like you asked. he was knocking the wind from your lungs, it felt so good!

“i know you need it, you like how it feels? hm? you like how i fuck you?” he whispered in your ear. he reached his hand down and rubbed your clit. this made you closer quickly. “yes! yesyesyes—fuck im cumming!” you nearly screamed. he pulled out quickly and let you calm down. you frowned and whined. “told you, you’d regret not letting me cum.” he said. he turned you on your knees so you were in doggy position. he stroked himself a couple times before pushing himself back into you. jisung threw his head back and he rocked himself into you. he gripped your hips as he dragged you on and off his cock.

from this angle, you felt your climax about to hit again. maybe even harder than before. by this time, jisung was also close. his hips starting to lose rhythm and became sloppier by the seconds. “fuck [reader], youre gonna make me fuckin—cum!” he whined. you were so close to yours that you barely understood what he was saying. after a couple more hard thrusts of his hips, you were screaming and crying slightly as your orgasm hit you like a bus. he fucked you through your high. shortly after you he pulled out and started to stroke himself. “oh my god—im cumming…im cu—m’ gonna—fuck!” he moaned as he finished on your back.

after you both calmed down and cleaned up, he kissed you on the lips again. “im all yours baby, im all for you.” he said. you smiled as you let yourself drift back to sleep.

fin!

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sunfl0werrrr · 1 month ago

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at the same damn time

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pairing: seungmin, lee know x fem reader

word count: 7K

contains: +18, threesome, oral (f&m rec.), unprotected sex (don't), slight choking, anal sex/double penetration, praise, degradation!!!!, overstimulation (f rec.), breeding kink, dirty talk, reader is dripping. so. much. (i think thats it???)

authors note: english is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in advance +++ requests are open! :)

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summary: At a party in your home, Lee Know and Seungmin, two close friends who didn’t know each other, met for the first time and instantly clashed when they realized how close each of them was to you, sensing that they both wanted you, and that maybe… you wanted both of them.

!!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!

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You never meant to pit them against each other.

Lee Know and Seungmin, two constants in your life, two people who knew you in ways no one else did. But from entirely different corners of your world. Separate, safe, uncomplicated.

Until tonight.

Your apartment buzzed with laughter spilling into every room as your party roared on. You floated from group to group, refilling drinks, accepting compliments, hugging friends. Somewhere between handing out cupcakes and dancing in your kitchen, you didn’t notice the way two pairs of eyes followed you. Closely. Carefully.

Lee Know leaned against the wall by the record player, drink in hand, jaw tight. Seungmin sat on the arm of your couch, lips pressed into a line, pretending to listen to someone talk.

Neither of them knew each other. Not until tonight. But the moment they met, really met, right there in your living room, with your laughter echoing in both their ears, something twisted sharp in the air between them.

Because they saw it. The way you touched both their arms when you passed. The inside jokes. The shared glances. The quiet affection you gave out like candy.

And maybe they knew. Maybe they both realized it at the exact same time.

They wanted you.

And you, God help you, you wanted them both.

You were in the kitchen, laughing with a friend you hadn’t seen in months, pouring drinks into plastic cups and offering snacks like the perfect host you were. Oblivious to the cold front forming in your living room.

Lee Know had moved closer to the couch, not because he cared about the conversation happening there, but because you had just touched Seungmin’s shoulder as you passed him a drink. He had watched the way Seungmin smiled at you, that small, barely-there smirk that looked like it meant something. Something personal. Too personal.

He didn’t like it.

Seungmin noticed Lee Know watching. And worse, he noticed that same expression in his eyes. Recognition. Frustration. Possession.

Seungmin turned his head slowly. “You’re Minho, right?”

Lee Know’s jaw ticked. He nodded. “Seungmin.”

They stared at each other like two wolves trying to decide if the other was bluffing.

“She talks about you,” Seungmin said, voice even, tone unreadable. “Didn’t think you’d show up tonight.”

“She invited me.” Minho’s reply came clipped. “I didn’t know she invited you.”

Seungmin shrugged his shoulders, glancing toward the kitchen where your laughter rang out like a melody they were both addicted to. “She invites a lot of people. But not everyone makes her smile like that.”

Minho followed his gaze. There you were again, cheeks flushed with joy, drink in hand, laughing at something someone said. You looked like sunlight.

“You think you’re the reason she smiles like that?” Minho’s tone darkened, soft but sharp. “You’re just a friend, right?”

“Same as you,” Seungmin shot back.

Minho’s fingers curled around his cup.

“You’ve known her for what?” Minho added, eyes narrowing. “Few months? That’s cute.”

Seungmin's eyes didn’t waver. “I’ve known her long enough to know she doesn’t like being forced to choose. And maybe that’s why she hasn’t.”

“She’s not choosing,” Minho said again, quieter this time. “And you know why. You’re not stupid.”

Neither of them said it. That you wanted them both. That they could see it in the way you spoke to them, touched them, looked at them. But you never crossed a line. You never said it out loud. And neither did they. Until now.

For a second, silence.

The kind that made the air feel heavy. The kind that cracked something open.

Then Seungmin stood, cup dangling from his fingers. “If she’s not choosing, we both have a problem.”

Minho stepped forward, close, too close. “Or maybe you do.”

They stood there, shoulder to shoulder, tension humming like a wire about to snap, until someone called your name from the hallway, your voice floating out a moment later.

You didn’t realize how quiet it had gotten in the living room until you stepped into it.

The music still played in the background, bass low and steady, and someone was laughing from the balcony, but inside your apartment, something felt… off. Heavy.

You had just hugged a friend goodbye at the door and turned back into the main room, smile fading as your eyes landed on the two of them.

Lee Know and Seungmin stood way too close, eyes locked in a silent war. They weren’t fighting. Not technically. But the tension between them was thick enough to taste. Barely contained, radiating off their bodies like static.

And worse? They both looked at you at the exact same time.

You blinked. “Okay… what the hell is going on?”

They didn’t answer.

You looked from one to the other, Lee Know’s jaw was set, unreadable, but you could see something burning behind his eyes. Seungmin’s usual calm was gone, replaced with something sharp, too tightly coiled for comfort.

“You’re both acting weird,” you said slowly, stepping closer. “Did something happen?”

Lee Know spoke first, voice flat. “No.”

Seungmin added, “Not yet.”

You crossed your arms. “You literally just met tonight. Why do you look like you’re about to fight?”

Minho looked at Seungmin again before turning to you. “Didn’t realize you were this close with him.”

Seungmin tilted his head. “Funny. I was thinking the same thing about you.”

Your stomach dropped a little.

Shit.

You had been careful, at least, you thought you had. You didn’t flirt too obviously, didn’t push boundaries, never said too much. But now, looking at them, two guys who couldn’t be more different, and somehow exactly the same, you knew.

You knew they had figured it out.

They knew how much time you gave to both of them. How soft your voice got when you spoke to them. How easy it was to fall into moments with each of them. You hadn’t said anything, because choosing one would mean losing the other, and you… couldn’t.

You didn’t want to.

And now, standing between them, you felt that decision catch up to you like a wave ready to break.

“You’re both acting like this is my fault,” you muttered, softer now, unsure where to look. “I never-”

Minho interrupted. “You never chose.”

Seungmin didn’t say anything. Just looked at you. Looked through you, like he was searching for something in your face.

“I didn’t want to hurt anyone,” you whispered.

“And now,” Seungmin said quietly, “you might’ve hurt both of us.”

The words hit harder than you expected.

For a moment, no one said anything. You were caught between them, breath caught in your throat, heart pounding with everything you never said and everything they finally had.

You didn’t move.

Neither did they.

The silence was suffocating.

Their eyes were on you, waiting, expecting a real answer, a name, a choice that would split the night into before and after.

But you were done pretending this was something you could decide like picking a drink off a menu.

So you looked at them, at Seungmin with that unreadable expression, at Minho with his guarded stare, and said it.

“I won’t choose. It’s simple.” Your voice was steady, clearer than either of them had ever heard. “I want both of you. Either I have both… or I have none of you.”

And just like that, you turned and walked out, leaving them standing there in the golden dark.

At first, neither of them moved. Like your words hadn’t quite landed. Like they weren’t sure they’d heard you right.

Minho blinked. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Seungmin didn’t answer immediately. His brow furrowed, eyes still fixed on the space you’d just vacated. “She… wants both of us?”

Minho scoffed, dragging a hand through his hair. “Yeah, but does she mean both of us, like… friends? Or-”

Seungmin cut in, voice low, almost hesitant. “Or does she mean both of us. Together.”

The silence stretched again, longer this time. More loaded.

Minho let out a breath, like something heavy had just landed on his chest. “She wouldn’t say that. Not like that. Would she?”

Seungmin didn’t look at him. Just kept his gaze locked on the hallway where you disappeared. “You’ve known her longer. You tell me.”

Minho didn’t answer.

Because the truth was, you weren’t the type to bluff. Not like that. You didn’t say things you didn’t mean.

And the way you had said it, cool, certain, like it was the only option that made sense, it had done something to both of them. Shaken the ground beneath whatever lines they had drawn between you and them. Between each other.

Seungmin finally moved, setting his untouched drink down on the table.

Minho watched him, eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?”

“Going to find her,” Seungmin said, already walking away. “You can stay here if you want.”

Minho hesitated. Just for a second.

Then followed.

Because neither of them really knew what you meant, but god help them, they needed to find out.

You didn’t come back. Not really.

You floated in and out of rooms like smoke, slipping past them without ever settling. Every now and then, you’d pass by, brushing Minho’s arm as you reached over to grab a drink, leaning close to Seungmin with a soft smile and a too-quiet “excuse me.” And then you were gone again.

Not ignoring them, exactly. Just... circling them. Keeping the tension alive, letting it stretch thinner and thinner like a wire ready to snap.

Minho watched it happen first. The way your fingers lingered just a second too long on Seungmin’s wrist as you handed him a bottle. The way you looked up at him through your lashes as you walked past, a half-smile tugging at your lips like you knew exactly what you were doing.

Then Seungmin caught on.

“She’s doing it on purpose,” he muttered under his breath, leaning next to Minho against the kitchen counter. The crowd had thinned out, but the music still pulsed from someone’s phone in the corner. The hour was late, the air sticky with heat and leftover perfume.

Minho sipped from his drink. “You think?”

Seungmin glanced sideways. “You don’t?”

Minho shrugged, but even that felt forced. “She’s always been like this.”

Seungmin gave him a dry look. “Not with me.”

They both stood there for a beat, eyes scanning the room. You were perched on the arm of a chair across the space, laughing at something someone said. But your eyes flicked to them for the briefest moment, sharp, knowing, playful, and then looked away again.

“She said she wants both of us,” Seungmin said quietly, like he still didn’t believe the words.

“She also said she’d take none of us if we made her choose.” Minho sounded more bitter than he meant to.

Seungmin tapped his fingers against the counter. “So… what the hell does that mean?”

Minho let out a dry laugh. “You're asking me? I thought you were the clever one.”

“I am,” Seungmin muttered. “That’s why I’m trying not to fuck this up.”

Minho tilted his head, finally looking at him. “You like her.”

Seungmin didn’t deny it. “You do too.”

Silence settled over them again, thicker this time, but not angry.

“Do you think…” Seungmin hesitated, then ran a hand over his mouth. “Is she really saying what I think she’s saying?”

“You mean the part where she wants both of us… to cross the line with her?” Minho asked bluntly.

Seungmin’s ears flushed red. “Yeah. That.”

Minho looked back at you. You were standing now, saying something to someone as you walked down the hallway toward your room. Your hand brushed your hair behind your ear, hips swaying just a little more than usual.

“She hasn’t looked at anyone else like that tonight,” Minho said under his breath.

Seungmin glanced at him. “You noticed too?”

“Hard not to.”

The music had gone quiet.

The party was dying out.

But whatever this was between them, it was only just starting.

“You wanna do something stupid?” Minho asked suddenly, setting his drink down.

Seungmin’s brow arched. “Depends. How stupid?”

“Like... ask her what she actually meant.”

Seungmin stared at him for a second. Then, slowly, nodded.

“Yeah. Okay. Let’s be stupid.”

And together, side by side, they pushed off the counter and headed down the hallway, toward the room you had just disappeared into, toward the truth they weren’t ready for, and maybe, just maybe, toward each other.

The door clicked shut behind you with a soft snick, muffling the sounds of the fading party.

You leaned back against it, heart still pounding, not from dancing, or laughing, or the wine buzzing in your veins. But from them.

You had felt their eyes on you all night. Two sets. Warm and sharp. Hungry and hesitant.

You hadn’t said another word to them after that moment. After you told them you wanted both or none. You had left them in that quiet, knowing it would eat at them, chew through their pride, make them question everything they thought they knew about you, about each other.

Good. Let them wonder.

You slipped off your shoes, the floor cold beneath your toes as you padded toward your bed. The soft fabric of your dress clung to your skin, the weight of your own words still thick in your chest.

“I want both of you.”

It hadn’t been a threat. Or a fantasy. It was the truth.

You meant every word.

Because how could you not want them both?

Minho, who watched you like he saw straight through your walls. Who moved quiet and precise, like everything he did was deliberate, even the way he teased, even the way he touched your wrist in passing, like he was memorizing the feel of you.

And Seungmin, who knew how to speak in silences. Who didn’t waste words, but always said just enough to make you ache. Who made you feel seen and teased and challenged, like he was never going to let you keep your secrets if he could help it.

They were so different. But underneath, so alike. Smart. Sharp. Careful. Dangerous, in the exact same way.

You had always known it couldn’t last forever, the hiding. The pretending.

So now… they knew.

The question was: what would they do about it?

You sat at the edge of your bed, legs crossed, fingers playing with the hem of your dress. The noise from the rest of the apartment had faded completely now, people gone or asleep, doors closed, music silenced.

You heard them before you saw them.

Footsteps. Two pairs. Heavy, slow, unsure.

Your door creaked open, no knock, just bold curiosity, and there they were.

Seungmin stepped in first. His gaze was sharp, serious, but uncertain. Minho followed a second later, his eyes darting between you and Seungmin, then back to you. His expression unreadable.

You didn’t move. You just looked at them from your spot on the bed, legs crossed, one brow arched like you were expecting them.

“Party’s over,” you said softly, voice smooth as honey.

Minho’s jaw flexed. “We know.”

They didn’t sit. Didn’t come closer. Just stood there, the two of them, staring at you like you were some kind of puzzle neither of them could crack.

“So?” you asked, head tilted. “Figure it out yet?”

Seungmin’s voice was quiet. Careful. “Did you mean it?”

You smiled. Slow. Wicked. “Which part?”

Minho took a step forward. “You said you wanted both of us.”

Your silence was louder than any answer.

“Did you mean… like that?” Seungmin added, a flush rising to his cheeks.

You didn’t break eye contact. Not with either of them.

“Why else would I say it?” you said, voice low, just a breath above a whisper.

That hit them like lightning.

Minho’s eyes darkened. Seungmin blinked, lips parting, but no words came.

Still, they didn’t move.

So you stood.

Walked toward them slowly, stopping just inches away, close enough to feel the heat radiating off both of them.

“I want you both.” you murmured. “I’m not choosing. I won’t. If that’s a problem, you can walk out right now.”

Your heartbeat thundered in your ears.

Neither of them moved. Not forward. Not back.

So you asked, voice barely a whisper now, “Is it a problem?”

And that, that, was the moment everything changed.

They still didn’t speak.

But this time, you didn’t need them to.

Because something had changed in the silence. Something electric passed between them, not hesitation anymore, not confusion. Just… understanding.

So you went back to the bed as they looked at each other. And it was like they already knew.

Minho’s eyes met Seungmin’s, a single breath passing between them. No challenge. No question. Just a quiet agreement.

Minho would go first. Of course he would.

He was already moving, slow, controlled, the way he always was. Like nothing could shake him, like he was the calm eye of a storm that hadn’t hit you yet. He stopped in front of you, fingers brushing lightly along your jaw, tilting your chin up.

And then, he kissed you.

It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t even a warning. It was a claim.

Slow, deep, with a kind of restrained hunger that made your fingers dig into the sheets at your sides. He kissed like he had been waiting for this, for years, maybe. Like he knew your mouth already and wanted to remind you it belonged to him.

When he finally pulled back, your lips tingled.

And behind you, you felt Seungmin’s fingers on your back.

Slow.

Steady.

They found the zipper of your dress without a word, and as Minho stepped aside, Seungmin leaned in close to your ear.

“Keep looking at him,” he whispered, voice smooth and dark as velvet. “I want to see your face when I open you up.”

Your breath caught.

The zipper slid down, lazy and soft, the fabric falling away from your shoulders like it had been waiting for him too. You could feel Seungmin’s gaze on your skin, like he wasn’t just undressing you, but studying you. Worshiping the reveal in silence.

And Minho…

He watched.

His tongue dragged slowly across his bottom lip as the dress slid lower, exposing more of you, shoulders, the curve of your spine, the softness of your thighs. His fingers twitched at his sides like he wanted to touch but knew it wasn’t his turn. Not yet.

Seungmin’s mouth brushed your shoulder. Just once. Barely a kiss.

Then, your name.

Soft. Low. From both of them.

Minho’s hand reached for your thigh, fingers tracing upward with a slowness that made your entire body ache. Seungmin’s hand moved up your back, steadying you as he leaned in, close enough for his breath to warm your neck.

They hadn’t rehearsed this.

But somehow, they moved like they had.

Your dress slipped the rest of the way down, puddling around your hips. You should’ve felt exposed, half-naked, breathless, kneeling on the bed between two boys who’d only been strangers hours ago. But instead, all you felt was fire.

Minho reached for your throat, not tight, not choking, just there, his fingers curling lightly around your neck as he tilted your head up to face him again. His thumb pressed beneath your chin.

“Look at you,” he said, voice low and dark with something between admiration and cruelty. “Practically begging without saying a word.”

Seungmin chuckled behind you, fingers now sliding down your spine with a touch that felt like ice after flame. “I don’t think she can beg,” he murmured, “Not yet. She’s too busy trying to be a good girl for both of us”

You shivered.

Minho leaned in, lips brushing yours, barely. “You hear that? He thinks you’re good. You going to prove him wrong for me?”

But you didn’t answer.

So he grabbed your jaw. Gentle, but sharp enough to make your breath catch and your thighs squeeze together.

“Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you gasped, throat dry. “Yes, I’ll prove it. Please…”

“Mm,” Seungmin hummed behind you, finally tugging the dress from your hips, leaving you bare. “She does beg. Look at that.”

Minho dropped to his knees on the bed, pulling you down with him so you were spread open between them. He grabbed your thigh, pushed it wide, exposing all of you to Seungmin without hesitation.

“You’re soaked,” Minho muttered, almost to himself. “She wants this. She wanted us mean.”

Seungmin knelt behind you, chest pressed to your back as he slid a hand between your legs. Fingers teasing, slow, just enough to make you twitch.

“Did you think we’d be gentle with you?” he whispered against your ear, voice cruelly sweet. “You walk around all night teasing us like that, and expect us to be kind?”

“I-I wanted-”

“You wanted to be used,” Minho cut in, mouth now trailing down your stomach, his lips ghosting just above your core. “Tell us.”

“I wanted to be used,” you whispered, breathless, broken already, and they hadn’t even really touched you yet.

Minho’s mouth latched onto your inner thigh, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Seungmin shoved two fingers inside you without warning.

Your back arched, Minho held you down.

“God,” Seungmin breathed, watching the way you clenched around his fingers. “She’s tight. Minho, you think she can take both of us?”

Minho looked up from between your thighs, eyes wicked. “She’ll have to. She said she wanted both. That wasn’t just for attention, was it, baby?”

You shook your head frantically. “No-fuck-I want it, I want everything.”

Seungmin curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made your moan cut off in your throat.

“I think we should make her say who’s better,” he said casually. “See which one she falls apart first.”

“No,” Minho said, grinning as he finally leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly through your cunt. “Let her try to compare. Let’s break her in first.”

Seungmin kissed the back of your neck, soft, almost tender, and then bit down, just enough to leave you gasping.

“You want us to ruin you?” he murmured. “Together?”

“Yes-yes, please-”

Minho sucked your clit, slow and mean, while Seungmin finger-fucked you deeper, faster, his free hand gripping your throat now, light pressure, just enough to make the world tilt. Your moans turned to gasps, your hips rocking between their mouths, their hands, their voices.

“Look at her,” Minho groaned. “Taking both our hands like she was made for it.”

“You were made for us,” Seungmin added, voice low and sure. “Two mouths, four hands, two cocks. You wanted to be split open, didn’t you, baby?”

You nodded frantically, tears stinging your eyes from the overwhelming need curling deep in your gut.

“You can stop pretending you can handle it,” Minho growled. “Cry for us. We’ll fuck you through it.”

And in that moment, held between them, taken apart by them, worshipped and wrecked, you knew you had never not want them. You had never not crave the way they gave you everything and still held back, just to hear you beg again.

Your body was trembling, thighs spread wide, legs threatening to give out, but Minho’s grip was unforgiving. His hands pressed into your hips, holding you down like he owned you, mouth dragging through your soaked pussy with maddening precision. Tongue flicking, lips sucking, teeth just grazing.

You were already gone.

But he wasn’t letting you go.

“Stay still,” Minho growled against you, his voice muffled by your skin, breath hot and damp. “You’re not done yet.”

You whimpered, hands clutching the sheets, toes curling.

And then Seungmin leaned in from behind you.

One hand cupped your jaw, fingers sliding into your hair, tilting your head back until your neck arched. His other arm snaked around your waist, pulling you tight against him, grounding you through the chaos. And his eyes, sharp, dark, locked onto yours like he could feel the way you were unraveling.

Then he kissed you.

And everything else disappeared.

Seungmin didn’t kiss like someone sharing. He kissed like someone claiming. His tongue slid into your mouth with practiced ease, like he knew exactly how to make you melt. His lips moved rough, demanding, his teeth nipping your bottom lip, pulling a gasp from your throat that Minho devoured from below.

You moaned into Seungmin’s mouth, the sound raw, desperate, and he groaned into yours in return, like the taste of your whimpers was the best thing he have ever had.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips. “You’re so fucking loud with his mouth on you.”

You tried to reply, but all that came out was a broken cry, Minho had flattened his tongue against your clit, relentless now, his pace no longer teasing but ruthless. Wet and messy and precise.

“Shh,” Seungmin whispered, his fingers tightening in your hair. “Let him finish what you begged for.”

You could barely think, barely breathe. One hand reached down, fisting in Minho’s hair, trying to ground yourself, but that only made him groan against your cunt, the vibration sending shockwaves through you.

“You gonna come for him?” Seungmin taunted, lips brushing your ear now, his voice soft and mean.

Your hips jolted.

Minho looked up at you, lips slick, chin shining. He smirked like he knew you were seconds from breaking.

“Do it,” he said, breathless, eyes dark. “Let us watch you fall apart.”

And with Seungmin kissing your mouth raw and Minho’s tongue dragging you straight into oblivion.

You shattered. Loud and messy and shaking, your moan caught between Seungmin’s lips and Minho’s mouth still on you, licking you through it like he was starving.

“God damn,” Seungmin whispered, pulling back just to watch your face. “That’s what I wanted.”

Minho didn’t stop.

He didn’t even slow down.

And Seungmin smiled as he wiped a tear from your cheek, voice dangerously sweet:

“Oh, baby. You don't think we were done, do you?”

Your body hadn’t stopped shaking.

You were still trembling when Minho finally pulled away from between your legs, chin glistening, lips parted, eyes heavy with hunger. He looked wrecked just from tasting you, like the act had undone him as much as it had ruined you.

And Seungmin?

He was already moving.

You didn’t even notice when he started stripping, too lost in the aftershocks, in the way Minho kissed his way up your body now, along your inner thigh, your stomach, your chest. Slow only because he knew what was coming next.

By the time you opened your eyes again, Seungmin was kneeling behind you, completely bare, his cock pressed against your lower back. You felt his hands spreading your legs wider again, his mouth brushing your shoulder like a warning.

“Still want both of us?” he asked, tone mocking, but careful, still giving you the out you never wanted.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please. I want you both.”

Both of them. At once.

Minho met your eyes, crouched over you like a predator, hair tousled, gaze dark and possessive. He cupped your cheek, leaned in, and kissed you, slow and deep and filthy, like he was shoving every filthy thought into your mouth.

Then he whispered, “On your hands and knees.”

You obeyed.

The sheets were soft beneath your palms, your back arched naturally, your thighs already spread wide from the way they had handled you. And when you felt Seungmin line himself up behind you, the tip of his cock pressing at your entrance, you whimpered.

“Deep breath,” he murmured, right before he pushed in.

He didn’t ease in gently. He sank into you, one slow, steady thrust, bottoming out all at once like he wanted to split you in half.

You choked on a moan.

“Fuck-she takes it,” Seungmin groaned, hands gripping your hips hard. “She’s so fucking tight like this.”

Minho watched, biting his lip, then shifted closer until his cock was brushing against your lips.

“Open up, baby.”

You didn’t hesitate. You couldn’t.

You wrapped your mouth around him, moaning as Seungmin started thrusting from behind, deep and punishing. The way you rocked forward with every snap of his hips only made Minho fuck your mouth deeper, both of them falling into rhythm like this was a dance they were born to do.

Minho’s hands tangled in your hair, guiding you, fucking your mouth with low groans spilling from his lips.

“God, she looks good like this,” he muttered. “Drooling around my cock while you wreck her.”

Seungmin slammed into you harder.

“She wants it like this. You hear the sounds she makes? She needs to be ruined.”

You moaned around Minho’s cock, eyes watering, jaw aching, but none of it mattered. The stretch of Seungmin inside you, the heat of Minho on your tongue, the way they talked about you like you weren’t even there, all of it was too much. Too good.

“Mess her up,” Minho growled, thrusting harder. “I want her sore tomorrow. I want everyone at that party to know what we did to her.”

“She’s ours now,” Seungmin hissed, leaning over your back, fucking into you harder, deeper. “You hear that, baby? You gave yourself to us. Don’t think we’ll give you back.”

You tried to speak, but your mouth was full, your body burning, your mind empty.

And they didn’t stop.

They used you, fucking you, owning you. Minho fucked your mouth like it was his, Seungmin split you open like he was carving his name inside. Their voices blurred into one, taunting, praising, claiming.

You didn’t stand a chance.

And you never wanted to.

Your knees were burning against the mattress. Your arms shook from the strain of holding yourself up. But you didn’t dare stop. Couldn’t. Not with the way Seungmin was pounding into you from behind, not with Minho’s cock still deep in your throat.

They had found a rhythm, slow enough to drag it out, brutal enough to make you cry. Your eyes were red, your face a mess of spit and tears, but the only thing you could focus on was the way they kept talking.

“Fuck, her mouth gets tighter when you fuck her harder,” Minho hissed, holding your head still, his hips rolling slowly, burying himself deep with every thrust. “She likes hearing us talk about her.”

“She wants to be degraded,” Seungmin growled behind you, snapping his hips forward so hard your body jolted. “Isn’t that right, baby? Want to be nothing but a fucktoy for us?”

You moaned, tried to answer, but all that came out was a broken gag around Minho’s cock. He pulled out, letting you breathe, watching your drool spill down your chin as you gasped for air.

“She’d say yes if she could,” Minho muttered, thumb brushing over your spit-slick lips. “Look at her. She loves this.”

Seungmin grabbed your hair, yanking you up so your back arched, your body pressed flush against his chest now, cock still buried inside you.

“You want us to come inside you?” he growled into your ear, his voice sharp and mean. “You want both of us to fill you up?”

You nodded frantically, your breath catching.

Minho stroked himself in front of you now, watching your face. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” you gasped, voice broken. “Please-fill me up, both of you-I want it-”

Minho grabbed your jaw, fingers pressing into your cheeks.

“Beg for it.”

“Please,” you cried. “P-please come inside me-I want to feel it, I want to be full-used, ruined-please—”

That broke something in them.

Seungmin shoved you forward, and slammed into you again, fucking you harder than before. His hands gripped your waist so tightly you’d have bruises. But you didn’t care, you wanted them.

Minho straddled the bed in front of you, sliding his cock back into your mouth, fucking it faster now, rougher.

“Take it, baby” he snapped. “Take it like a good little slut.”

You could feel it building again, your body coiling, the overstimulation making your head spin.

Seungmin groaned behind you, voice wrecked. “Gonna come-fuck—gonna fill you up so good—”

“Don’t pull out,” you choked, your voice barely a whisper around Minho’s cock. “Please—please, come inside me—”

But then, Minho pulled out.

“Fuck, tongue out”

You obeyed. Instantly.

He gave himself one last slow stroke, and in one second, his cum was slipping down your tongue, then pulling his cock inside your mouth one last time. You swallowed everything, gagging and moaning and so far gone you didn’t even know your name anymore.

Seconds later, Seungmin cursed and slammed in deep, cock pulsing as he came inside you, hot, thick, too much. You felt it all. You loved it.

They didn’t move right away. Just stayed there, panting, holding you down, like they couldn’t believe what just happened.

Then Seungmin pulled out slowly, your body clenching around the emptiness, his cum already dripping down your thighs. Minho leaned over you, thumb wiping your lips, still parted and red from how hard he had used you.

“You wanted to be ruined?” he whispered, almost sweet. “Consider it done.”

You collapsed into the sheets, body spent, heart racing.

And even though they had taken everything, your voice, your control, your sanity, you… you wanted more.

You were shaking.

Your arms had given out. Your thighs were soaked, your voice wrecked, your mind barely clinging to reality, but somehow, through the blur, through the sweat and tears and spit, you whispered:

“More… please.”

The room went silent.

You felt it immediately: the shift in energy. Their hands paused. Their breathing stilled. Minho’s eyes flicked to Seungmin’s. A silent exchange. A spark. An understanding.

“Oh,” Minho murmured, his voice low, almost reverent. “She’s insatiable.”

Seungmin laughed behind you, but it wasn’t soft. It was dark. Mean.

“You hear that?” he said, sliding two fingers between your legs and dragging them through the mess they’d left inside you. “She’s begging for more, even while she’s dripping our cum.”

He brought his fingers to your lips.

“Suck.”

You obeyed.

You wrapped your lips around his fingers like you had been waiting all night just for this, moaning as you tasted yourself mixed with him. Filthy. Shameful. Perfect.

Minho sat beside you on the bed, his palm gliding over your back, down to your ass. He spread you open again and groaned at the sight.

“Still so fucking wet,” he muttered. “Look at this mess, Seungmin.”

“She did this to herself,” Seungmin replied. “Wanted both of us. Asked for this.”

“And now,” Minho said, hand sliding between your legs, fingers teasing your overstimulated clit, “she’s going to take it again.”

Your whole body jerked. It was too much, but you didn’t say stop.

You said more.

Seungmin moved first.

He flipped you onto your back, not caring how wrecked you looked, because to him, you were beautiful like this. Ruined. Marked. Owned.

He leaned over you, eyes locked on yours.

“You still want both of us?” he whispered, his tone mocking but his gaze soft. “Even now?”

You nodded. Desperate. Breathless. “Yes. Please.”

Minho was already between your legs again, tongue swiping through your folds, tasting the mess he and Seungmin left inside you. He moaned.

“God,” he said, pulling back just enough to speak, “you taste like all of us. You like that, don’t you? Being filled, used, claimed.”

You choked out a sound, somewhere between a sob and a whimper.

Seungmin kissed you hard, no tenderness, just heat. His cock pressed against your inner thigh, already hard again. Already.

“She’s ready for it,” Minho said, rising, hand wrapping around his cock. “Let her ride me.”

Seungmin didn’t hesitate. He helped you onto Minho’s lap, let you straddle him while your legs trembled. You reached down, lined him up, and sank onto him with a cry that echoed through the room.

Minho’s head dropped back.

“Fucking perfect,” he groaned. “So tight. So fucking desperate.”

And then, Seungmin stood behind you again.

You froze.

“W-wait—” you gasped.

He kissed your neck.

“You said more.”

Minho gripped your hips tight. “You want both of us at once, baby?”

Your whole body lit up.

“Y-yes,” you whispered. “Fuck yes, I want it.”

Minho was already buried deep inside you, and now Seungmin was behind you, teasing your other entrance with slick fingers, stretching you slowly.

You cried out, overwhelmed, burning, needing.

“Relax,” Seungmin whispered. “You’re doing so good. Taking us both like you were made for it.”

Then, he pushed in.

You screamed.

Too full. Too much. Too... good.

Minho wrapped his arms around you, holding you steady, whispering filth into your ear while Seungmin slowly thrust behind you. The pressure was intense. Blinding.

And then, they moved together.

In sync. Like your body was built for them.

One filled you. The other stretched you. Their hands held you in place, their voices tangled around you, and the stretch, the fullness, their cocks rubbing inside you at once.

You were gone.

“Fuck, look at her,” Seungmin moaned. “She’s fucking crying. You’re gonna come like this, aren’t you?”

“She’s shaking,” Minho growled, nails digging into your thighs. “Let’s ruin her.”

And they did.

They fucked you. Not just hard, but deep. Slow. Precise. Every thrust made you cry out, made your body quake. Every sound you made, they used it, taunted you, praised you, punished you.

You couldn’t think.

Couldn’t speak.

Couldn’t stop shaking.

You belonged to them now. And they knew it.

Minho was beneath you, thick and deep inside your cunt, and Seungmin was behind you, slowly working his cock into your ass, his fingers having barely prepped you before he decided you were ready. Because of course you were. You asked for this.

Your body had never felt this full.

You were spread wide across both of them, legs trembling, arms too weak to hold yourself up. And yet, you held on. You let it happen. Because you wanted to feel them both, deep inside you at the same damn time.

And when Seungmin finally pressed all the way in, your mouth fell open in a silent scream.

“Holy fuck,” Minho groaned, arms tightening around your waist. “You feel that, Seungmin?”

“She’s squeezing me so fucking tight,” Seungmin hissed, stilling for a moment to let you adjust. “She’s soaked.”

It wasn’t an exaggeration.

Every thrust, every tiny movement, made the most obscene, wet, filthy sounds. The slick mess between your thighs had become a pool on Minho’s abs. The evidence of everything they had done to you dripped down his stomach, smeared between your thighs, dripping down your legs.

And they loved it.

“Shit, I can hear it,” Minho breathed, voice wrecked. “Listen to how wet she is. She’s fucking dripping down.”

Seungmin leaned forward, one hand wrapping around your throat, the other gripping your hip tight.

“You hear that, baby?” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “That sound? That’s what it’s like when you get double stuffed.”

You whimpered, eyes rolling back, fingers clawing at Minho’s chest for something to hold onto.

They were moving.

It wasn’t rushed. They didn’t need to be fast. They needed to feel.

Seungmin pulled out just a little while Minho pushed up into you. Then Minho stilled while Seungmin rocked forward again. A perfect rhythm, one pushing while the other retreated. Over and over. Like they were sharing you.

And each thrust… Slap. Squish.

Your pussy was so drenched, so overfucked, that every movement echoed through the room.

“She’s fucking loud,” Minho groaned. “Listen to how she squelches every time I push in. She’s leaking down my cock.”

“Messy girl,” Seungmin murmured against your neck. “You love this, don’t you?”

You tried to nod, but Seungmin’s hand around your throat tightened slightly, holding you still.

“Say it.”

“Y-Yes,” you gasped. “I love it. I love you inside me, both of you, please don’t stop.”

“Oh, we’re not stopping,” Minho growled. “Not until this bed is ruined.”

They began to pick up the pace.

Minho slammed into you from below while Seungmin pounded in from behind, harder now. Rough. Unrelenting. And still, the wet, filthy sounds grew louder. Every thrust was a symphony of slick skin and raw want. The bed shook. The air was thick with heat and sweat and sex.

You were gone.

Completely.

Your eyes were unfocused, your mouth hung open, drool spilling down your chin. You couldn’t even speak. Couldn’t do anything but take it. Their cocks filled you so deeply your body twitched with every stroke.

Seungmin slapped your ass hard.

“You're taking us so good.”

Minho gripped your hips tighter.

“Fucking look at her. Dripping like a goddamn whore.”

Their cocks dragged inside you with perfect, devastating rhythm, pushing into you until there was nothing left untouched. The overstimulation made your clit throb, your body quiver, and then-

“Fuck,” Seungmin gasped. “She’s clenching. You gonna come again, baby?”

You couldn’t answer.

Your body did it for you.

It hit like lightning.

Your orgasm tore through you, violent, shattering, unstoppable. You screamed, loud, broken, feral, as both men held you down and kept thrusting. Your pussy clenched so hard around Minho that he cursed and spilled inside you, groaning as he emptied himself.

Seungmin wasn’t far behind. He slammed in once, twice, then shoved himself in as deep as possible and came, hot and thick, his cum joining the mess already leaking out of you.

They stayed inside for a moment. Breathing. Shaking.

You collapsed between them, nothing left.

But the drip didn’t stop.

It ran down your thighs. Coated Minho’s cock. Seeped from both holes. You were soaked, ruined, completely claimed.

And you never felt more desired.

They collapsed with you, sweaty, spent, panting.

Minho first, sliding out of you with a deep groan, his body falling back into the pillows. Seungmin followed seconds later, slowly easing himself free with a shaky exhale, then laying on his side behind you, one arm thrown across your waist like he had always belonged there.

You were still trembling.

Your thighs sticky with their cum, your chest rising and falling in rapid bursts, skin flushed and raw and marked up by every place their hands and mouths had touched.

You laughed, quiet, disbelieving, completely wrecked.

Then you said it, voice scratchy but sure:

“Fuck,” you whispered. “You’ve ruined me.”

Minho turned his head toward you, brows raised, mouth twitching in a half-smile.

You looked at them both, eyelids heavy, lips swollen, heart thudding under your ribs, and confessed, "That was all I’ve ever fucking wanted.”

And for a second, neither of them spoke.

Then Seungmin let out a soft, breathy laugh behind you.

“Holy shit,” he murmured, brushing your hair from your shoulder, then trailing a slow kiss over the curve of your neck. “You wanted to be ruined. You wanted us.”

Minho reached for you too, dragging his fingers gently over your thigh where his cum still dripped from between your legs. He watched it, quiet for a moment, then leaned forward to kiss your knee, your hip, your waist.

“You’re ours now,” he said.

A statement. Not a question.

You nodded slowly.

“I am,” you whispered.

Seungmin pulled you tighter against his chest, his lips pressing into the back of your shoulder, possessive and warm. His voice dropped, low and dangerous.

“No one else gets to see you like this. Ever.”

“No one else gets to hear the way you scream when you come,” Minho added, crawling back up toward your chest, nuzzling into your skin. “Or feel the way your pussy clenches when you’re getting filled by both of us.”

“Pretty little thing,” Seungmin murmured. “Couldn’t pick one of us, so you took both.”

Minho chuckled. “And we gave it to you.”

You flushed, but smiled, too blissed out to feel shame, too full of them to care.

“Not sorry,” you whispered.

“Don’t be,” Minho said, brushing a soft kiss across your collarbone. “We’re not either.”

They stayed close. Seungmin’s fingers drew lazy circles over your stomach. Minho’s mouth pressed light kisses across your skin, as if he hadn’t just been the one to call you a whore and fuck your throat raw.

And that was them.

Sweet and mean.

Both.

At the same damn time.

+++ authors note: so... hm, fuck, this might be my filthiest dream of all times. and now you know. ALSO, pls tell me if this is too long? I lost my senses writing this one.

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sunfl0werrrr · 1 month ago

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This is a masterpiece, omgggggg

messing up the schedule

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pairing: han jisung x fem reader

word count: 2.3K

contains: +18, porn, praise, degradation, fingering (f masturbation), oral (f receiving), spit kink, grinding, riding, unprotected sex (don't), dom!jisung, dirty talk, han loves talking so fkng much

authors note: english is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake in advance +++ requests are open! :)

summary: It started as classmates. Then you became friends, the kind of friends that did everything together. Except telling the truth about how you really felt about each other. One day, Han saw things on your laptop. Then, everything changed.

!!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!

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You had a schedule to follow. College wasn't easy, but you were lucky to have a partner in studies like Han - intelligent and just as methodic as you. He was the kind of guy that was so smart, he would start looking good. Except that he was, indeed, pretty good looking. Ever since you guys got closer, you felt a big crush for him growing non stop. He was so smart, so charming, and so… hot. God, he was hot.

You're a smart girl too, organized, worried about your studies. But not innocent. Far from that. You had so many thoughts and wants about Han that you started writing it down. Moaning his name while you touch yourself thinking about him. Collecting porn videos that made your imagination feel more real.

You were good at hiding. Actually, sex was one of the only topics you guys still haven't talked about. And you made sure he saw you like that - innocent.

Han was always around, since you did most of college projects together. And today, was just another of many study nights. Until it wasn't anymore.

“No, but seriously, I think we can finish it today.”

“I don't think we can, Han. She sent a thousand files for us to read.”

“You can read a few, I read the rest, and then we share. Boom, we finish. I'll grab your laptop.”

You were used to Han using your things, wandering through your house. So you weren't paying that much attention. You had a bunch of paperwork all over your table that was dragging attention enough. After a while in silence, you realized Han still hasn't returned, so you went to your room – thousand thoughts in your mind about files and papers and everything you had to do.

Han was too quiet, so you approached slowly.

And there he was, in front of your laptop, lips parted, breathing heavily.

“Han? What are you doing? We got a bunch of things to do.”

He looked at you. Then licked his lips. The look in his eyes was different. Not looking at you with those soft big eyes anymore. He was looking like you were meat. And he was hungry.

“Yeah, we got a bunch of things to do, indeed. Don't we?”

He looked back at the screen as you approached him, with your eyes following his. Just to see that he had your locked file wide open, with all those filthy things in it. You froze.

“Oh.” Your heart was beating so fast you bet he could hear it.

“Yeah, oh. How did I not notice you were such a fucking slut? and so fucking into me?”

You swallowed. You heard that right? Han Jisung was calling you a fucking slut? Hell yeah. You weren't even embarrassed that he found your file. It was almost a relief that he finally knew.

“Such a beautiful smart girl, who would guess your head is full of these filthy thoughts. Filthy thoughts about me.”

Suddenly, all the thousand thoughts in your mind were gone. There was only one thing crossing your mind now: Han Jisung.

You got closer. He was sitting on the chair, and there you were, right next to him, thighs touching.

“And? You think I'm fucking sick for thinking those things or something?”

Han was looking into your eyes like he wanted your soul. He lifted his arm and softly touched your back, slowly pressing his fingers against your skin, going down, passing through your lower back, your butt, then resting on the back of your thighs.

“I don't think you're fucking sick. I think you're fucking hot. And I kinda wanna know how far you can go”

He stood up real fast, grabbing your waist. Your skin was burning. He leaned to kiss your neck and you could feel how good he smelled. He pushed you into him and you knew it was on purpose, just so you could feel how hard he was.

Han kissed every single inch of your neck, going up, kissing your chin, so close to your mouth. You leaned to kiss him – then he pulled back, and smiled. A dirty fucking smile.

“Oh, baby. You don't get to have me yet.”

You looked at him, confused, needy.

“Sit.” He said, pointing to the chair.

You obeyed so quickly it was ridiculous. Eyes up on him, more needy than you've ever been in your life. You wouldn't dare to blink.

“Show me. I wanna see you watch your favorite fucking video while you fuck yourself saying my name.”

You knew exactly what to do. Exactly what video to play. When you were sliding your hands into your panties, Han stopped you.

“Not like that, baby. Take your panties off”

So you did. You took it off. Spread your legs, passing your middle finger through all your pussy and lifted it up – just to show him how soaked you were.

“God, you're dripping. All that just for me?”

You nodded with a soft moan slipping out of your mouth. You kept going. Fingering yourself with a porn video in the background – you couldn't possibly pay attention to that, you were concentrating too much in not cumming already. It would be just too stupid.

“Eyes on the screen, baby. Watch the video.”

“Han, I-”

“I said,” Han grabbed your jaw, fingers on your cheeks, facing you to your laptop, forcing you not to move. “watch the video.”

You could feel chills all over your body. You were on the edge already. You were fucking you stupid and Han was looking everything. He was enjoying everything. You loved how he couldn't look away, eyes all on you.

“Tell me how much you want me, baby”

“Han, please. Please, God, I-I need you. I need you to let me have you.”

“Fuck yeah, you look so pretty fucking yourself calling my name. Tell me more”

He was still grabbing your jaw, forcing you to face the screen.

“Please, I -, I need you to fuck the shit out of me. I can't - my fingers aren't enough”

He turned your face so you could look at him, as he laid down slowly.

“Cum for me by yourself like the pretty little fucking slut you are”

You were already trembling. His name on your mouth.

But you needed more. You needed him.

“Holy shit, Han, please”

“What a good girl cumming with my name on her mouth” He said as he took your hand, the one you had your fingers inside you, now dripping with your cum – and licked it. Licked it all. Your skin was burning as you watched him sucking your cum out of your fingers, and you couldn't help but moan.

“So fucking sweet. So fucking good for me.” He laid on his knees.

“Imma taste you properly now.”

You felt like you've been electrocuted.

His tongue was wet, hot and as needy for you as you were for him, although he was soft, calm, and precise. Which was the opposite of his breathing - heavy and fast, that showed how desperate he was to eat you out.

You were dripping, and Han was loving it. He spread your pussy wide open with two fingers, and then started playing with your clit real slow. “Oh, fuck, Sungie.” You couldn't help but moan and instinctively grab his hair.

His hands were everywhere, squeezing your body very tight. He wasn't holding back anymore, he was throbbing all over your pussy, kissing, licking, sucking, so thirsty for your juice like it was water. Han was being really messy. Sloppy noises everywhere. Moaning while eating you out. You saw stars. “Fuck,yes—don’t, don't stop—oh my god, Sungie, I’m—” Your legs started shaking, pressing his head in between your thighs, whining as his tongue was flicking over your clit fast enough to make you forget your name.

He groans at that, drinking up every sound you were making. Licking up every single drop of your orgasm. He grabbed your thighs and licked everything, from the bottom of your pussy to your clit while looking into your eyes. “You taste so fucking good, so fucking sweet cumming in my mouth,” He gives your clit one last suck, that made a loud sloppy noise “wanna know how you taste, baby?”

You nodded.

Han grabbed your head with both hands, touching your lips with his thumbs “tongue out”. You obeyed, looking into his eyes. “You're such a good girl” he said, as he spat on your tongue.

He was going to order you to swallow, but you already did. “More, Sungie” and stuck out your tongue again. You could see in his face how much he loved that.

Han leaned over and licked all your tongue. Then, he finally kissed you.

The kiss was slow, sloppy, almost passionate. Felt so good. Felt so right. You kissed like you both have been wanting this since day one. And maybe you did.

You were so lost in his mouth, you don't even know how you ended up in your bed. Han was sitting at the edge of the bed, and you were still standing up.

His legs were wide open and you were in between them, trying to pull him so you could climb into the bed.

“You're still desperate, baby?”

"Yeah" letting a moan split out.

“Tell me what my pretty little slut wants from me"

You were loving this. You wanted to push him further, wanted him to say all the nasty fucking things about you, wanted him to call you with all filthy names. But for today, you wanted to show him you were a good girl. And you were his. His good girl.

“I need you to fuck me, Sungie, please. I need you”

“What? I didn't hear you properly, baby” He said, teasing you, with a little smirk on his lips.

“I fucking need you to fuck the shit out of me, Han, please, I-”

“What do you want? Say it”

“I fucking need your cock inside me, I need you to fucking fill me up. It's not a want, it's a need. Please, I need”

And Han? Han hold you still. Again, not letting you move. Now with his hands grabbing your hips, hard. “I'm not gonna fuck you today,” He slid his hands to your butt, leaning you forward, pressing you against him. “But I'll let you ride me." He looked you in the eyes, his voice low. He was such a tease – you were losing control, but he wasn't. He was in control. He was controlling you. “Tell me, my sweet baby, will you ride me like a good girl?” “Yeah” you said as you moaned on purpose, just so you could tease him back.

Han stood up, pulled down his sweatpants and leaned back on the bed with his hands behind his back, supporting himself on the bed. “C'mon then. Fucking ride me. Satisfy yourself”. You climbed on top of him, taking yours and his shirt off. Han was standing still, quietly looking at you. God, he was so fucking beautiful. So fucking hot. You slowly ran your hands over his abs “You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to be mine to use” you said as you clamped down hard your hands on his waist, digging your nails in his skin. Han groaned, and you loved that. Before he could react, you pressed yourself against him, gridding your soaked pussy in his thick cock. All you could hear was the loud sloppy sounds you were making.

Han whimpered.

“Why you so quiet now, Sungie?”

He didn't answer. By now, you already knew what he was doing. He was still trying to stay in control. To play cool. But you knew, just by looking at his eyes, that he was loving every second of it. His breathing was heavy. His jaw tensed. You'd love to tease him more. But you couldn't wait any longer. You grabbed his cock and sank into you, slowly. Han reacted clamping you down even harder. You both moaned. Your mouth was near his ear, breathing heavily.

“You hear that? All the sloppy noises my soaked pussy makes just for you? All the moaning I can't hold back?” You said as you were riding him nice and deep, getting faster and faster.

And Han? Well, he was losing his fucking mind. He was grabbing your ass, helping you ride him faster.

“Fuck, baby”

You grabbed his jaw.

“You gonna tell me I'm being a good girl?” You said, looking at him with fire in your eyes.

“Fuck yeah you are. My pretty little slut”

You went feral. Like a mad woman. Like you were starving. You both were trembling, with one of your hands on his hair, other on his shoulders, both digging your nails on his skin. And Han? He was pinning your waist down as if you were going somewhere else.

“You're mine, baby. You're so fucking mine.”

You were dizzy. Seeing stars. Legs shaking.

“So fucking pretty for me cumming on my cock like that." He was breathless, desperate. "Say it, say you're mine”

You were so into it you still kept going – you don't even know how.

“I-I'm all yours, Sungie.” You were still shaking. You had no force anymore. “I'm your pretty little slut. I'll be anything you want me to”

It hit you again. Harder this time. You moaned– open, loud and wild. That did something to him. Han was whimpering, eyes rolling, pressing your skin harder, moaning your name.

You both collapsed.

Han looked into your eyes.

“I'm serious, baby. I'll never let you go now.”

“I know, pretty boy,” It was the first time you called him something other than his name – he gave you a little smirk "and I'll never leave”

As you laid down, breathless, you thought: Fuck… this is going to mess up all my schedule.

+++ authors note: omg this is my first post and I must say HAN JISUNG IS IN FACT MESSING UP WITH MY HEAD WTF. anyway hope you liked it! <3333

#han jisung #jisung smut #stray kids smut #han smut #han jisung skz #han jisung x reader #jisung x reader #dom!jisung #lilac recs ☆ིྀ

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sunfl0werrrr · 1 month ago

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“Come over tonight?” // hjs

Genre; Smutty smut

Word Count; 2.0k

Contains; hard dom!Jisung x fem reader, sex between exes, hate sex, degradation, spit kink, slapping, brat tamer Jisung, dumbification, so much dirty talk oh my god

Disclaimer; All of my writing contains consensual sex, even if not explicitly mentioned! Always ask for consent!

A/N: Inspired by dekira Jisung ^^, this is now my filthiest smut yet, enjoy it ya nasties. More reposts!

You and Jisung were broken up.

Or at least that’s what you had thought, and what you kept telling yourself. But for some reason, you and him couldn’t get enough of each other, and you had called each other up numerous times for more. So now, here you were, lying underneath him and letting him fuck your cunt just the way he wanted to. And all it took from you was a simple text from him to have you at his house, pouncing on him the moment he opened the door.

“Thought you said you weren’t going to call me over ever again?”, you sighed as you felt Jisung’s hand grip your hip tighter as he fucked himself into you.

“Pussy’s too good for you, baby?”, you asked him with fake sympathy in your features and your voice. You loved to tease him, it was a way for you to let out your frustration and to subtle get back at him after your horrible, messy breakup.

He groaned at your words, and you could even feel the way his dick twitched inside of you. “Fuckk, shut up”

“That’s pathetic, you know that right?”, you teased back at him. “You could’ve been fucking any other girl right now, but you just couldn’t get enough of this pussy, hm? That’s why you keep crawling back?”

“Shut the fuck up, you know you could’ve said no”, pissed off at the way you were talking to him, he gripped tighter onto your hips, hard enough to leave marks on your skin. “Don’t act like you don’t love it when I fuck you like the dirty little slut I know you really are”

You didn’t reply to his cocky remark, too fucked out to think of a clever response.

He was right, and in fact, you had thought about going over to see him shortly before he had even texted you. You knew it was wrong, but he was too good, the way his hips snapped into yours so smoothly and the way his sculpted body looked on top of you was addicting. Even though you two had broken up, you couldn’t seem to tear yourself away from the amazing sex life that Jisung had provided for you during your relationship. And by the way Jisung’s breath caught in his throat with every thrust of his hips, it seemed like he couldn’t either.

“That’s what I thought”, he smirked. “Admit it, you love my cock”

You shook your head, there was no way you were gonna admit how much you loved it when he fucked you like this. How much you loved it when he fucked you like a dirty slut, and Jisung was damn well aware of this.

“Not gonna talk? Alright, I’ll make you scream for me”

And scream for him you did. He positioned himself to lean back onto his knees, wrapping his hands around your thighs as he proceeded to slam into you at an almost animalistic pace. You tried desperately to grab onto anything you could, eventually opting for his wrists that were placed by your waist. His eyes were heavy as he maintained contact with your tits, watching how they bounced with every snap of his hips.

“Oh fuckk Jisung!”, you screamed. This fuelled him to keep going, your pleasurable screams were amping him up all the more.

“Can’t take it?”, he said with a shaky voice, still not daring to look you in the eye.

He couldn’t, he was scared that if he did, it would feel like more than just rough sex. You two were no longer together - this couldn’t be anything more than some absolutely filthy sex, a way for you both to let out your sexual frustration in a way you both knew to be familiar.

You couldn’t find the words to reply to his question. You sighed, rocking your head back into the bed as your eyes rolled back into your head.

“Mhm, maybe I should fuck you more often then. Put you in your place, hm? The only time you ever seem to stop bitching is when my dick is inside of you”

“Fucking asshole, I could easily find s-someone better than y-you”, you could barely get the words out, but you regretted them almost immediately as they fell from your lips.

Jisung suddenly let go of your hips before pulling out of you, causing you to curse at the lost feeling of pleasure.“You know what? Turn around”, he slapped the side of your ass hard, ordering you to move quickly. You shifted quickly to lay on your stomach, lifting your ass up to meet his hips. His hand placed itself on your right hip as you felt his tip rubbing your entrance again, before pushing himself all the way inside of you with a loud groan straight from his throat. After he was fully inside of you, his hips stilled.

“So fucking tight”, he breathed, taking his hands off of your hips and standing straight up, not moving an inch. “Now fuck yourself on my cock, baby”

“Jisunggg please”, your whiny response triggered yet another hard slap on the ass from Jisung, making you jerk forward and yelp loudly.

“You want it? Then come get it, slut”, he challenged, thrusting his hips towards you just once and smirking at the way it caused you to fall forward.

You began pushing your hips back against his, feeling the way his cock hit your most sensitive spots.

Using your arms as leverage, you tried your best to fuck yourself while Jisung stood up straight, taking in the sight of you attempting to pleasure yourself on his cock. He groaned as his head fell back, seeing you so desperate and pathetic after you had just been acting like a brat just moments before was turning him on. He loved making you into a moaning mess for him, he loved the power he had over you and your tight little cunt. You were his little slut and you always would be, regardless of your relationship status.

Eventually, your arms gave out as you fell onto the bed before you. Jisung reached forwards to grip his hand around your neck, pulling your head backward as much as possible so he could look at your fucked out face and messed up makeup. Your eyes were blurry, and the mascara and eyeliner you once had on was now running down your cheeks and staining your face.

He looked intimidating, a mix of both anger and intense lust flooding his eyes.

“Open your mouth, dirty girl”, he ordered. You did as he told, and shortly after you watched as he let a string of spit fall onto your tongue. He waited until he knew you had swallowed it before spitting into your mouth once more. He let go of your throat long enough for him to smear his hand all over your face and across your mouth, even sticking his fingers into your mouth for a brief moment. He pushed your head back down roughly into the mattress, staining it with your runny makeup and his spit that had been mixed with your own. His hips began to pick up again and you started moaning uncontrollably, the stimulation causing your legs to shake.

“Who’s pussy is this?”, he groaned with his eyes glued to the way your ass bounced against his cock with every snap of his hips. After a few moments with no response from you, Jisung slapped your ass hard, making you moan. “Fucking brat, answer me when I’m talking to you. Who’s pussy is this?”“Fuck! Yours, fuck, it’s yours��, you cried into the mattress. “This pussy is yours, god, please don’t stop”

“Yeah that’s right, your pussy belongs to me”, he nodded with a chuckle. His hips never faltered, the stamina on this man was insane. Shortly after he spoke, you felt your high approaching rapidly as your hips began to twitch. “No one can fuck this tight little cunt like I can, baby. Only I can ruin you like this”

“Only you, oh my godd I’m gonna cum”, Jisung’s dirty talk was making it harder for you to hold yourself back from your orgasm, and you clenched as hard as you could to stop yourself from letting go. With that, Jisung reached around your waist with one hand as his other hand brought itself up to your throat once more, pulling you flush against his chest and holding you in place as he continued to fuck you.

“Now tell me how much you love this cock, and maybe I’ll let you cum on it”

You couldn’t hold back, and by this point, you’d do practically anything for him to let you cum. So you begged.

“I love your cock, you always fuck me so good, please let me cum. Please, please, please”, you chanted, you couldn’t even process what you were saying.

“That’s it, fucking whore. Keep begging”

“Mmh, Jisung please, you’re gonna make me cum, I need to cum”, you begged and begged for him to allow you to cum, you sounded absolutely pathetic, but you couldn’t think clearly enough to care. “I can’t hold it back anymore”

He bucked his hips against yours as fast as his stamina allowed him, eager to see you fall apart in front of him. The whole situation was a mess - Jisung’s hair that had once been slick back was now sticking to his face, and the air was thick with the intense atmosphere and the sweat that was forming on both of your bodies.

“Show me how slutty you are for me, baby. Fucking cum all over this cock”, he groaned at the way your pussy clenched at his words, and within seconds, you felt your orgasm crash over you. Your body felt limp, and the only thing holding you up was Jisung’s hands that were tightly gripping your waist and throat.

It took everything in him not to cum inside of you after watching the way your body reacted to your orgasm, but he held back as to not risk anything he’d regret in the heat of the moment. He waited until your moans had died down to whimpers before dropping your body onto the bed, pulling out of your throbbing cunt and cumming all over your back. He watched the way his cum coated your ass and hips, some of it even reaching your hair.

He then brought his fingers down to your core as he stroked this cock slowly with his other hand, slipping two of them inside of you and smirking at the way you squirmed at the touch. He cursed at the way your pussy throbbed on his fingers,and he watched as your essence coated his hand and began running down his palm.

He took his fingers out of you, wiping them on your hip before getting up to grab a towel from the floor so he could clean up the mess he had made. Despite being your ex, at least he had the common decency not to leave you as a complete mess on his bed, although your makeup was still incredibly ruined.

“Fuckk, baby, that was so fucking hot”, you could barely hear him talking to you.

Your body had gone completely dumb, too fucked out to even think. He took notice of this, of course he did. He was a cocky mother fucker and he thrived off anything that could boost his ego. “Aw, I fucked you dumb, didn’t I? Is my cock too good for you, baby?”, he laughed, making reference to the way you had teased him earlier on. You found the strength in you to lift your hand up, flipping him off with your head still buried deep in the mattress.

“Ouch”, he said, pretending to sound hurt at the gesture. “Anyways, you can leave whenever you calm down. I’ll see you again in a few days, I’m sure”

Fuck you, Han Jisung, for being such a cocky bastard, but so damn good at sex.

#han jisung smut #jisung smut #han jisung x reader #han jisung x you #skz smut #stray kids smut #kpop smut #smut #han smut #lilac recs ☆ིྀ

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sunfl0werrrr · 1 month ago

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Slow Down // h.j.s

Genre: Smut, Eventual Angst

Word Count: 4.0k words

Contains: Frat boy!Han Jisung x Female reader, unprotected sex (both Jisung and reader are intoxicated), dirty talk, slight finger sucking, cream pie, exhibition kink, very very slight possession kink (like it’s only really implied, not mentioned very much)

A/N: More reposts!! I did edit some of it tho as I felt it suited it better. Enjoy!

It all began the second semester of college, during finals season. You had been practically glued to your textbooks all week - after all, you were paying for your entire college tuition, and you were not about to waste all of your hard-earned money by winging it. You were so stressed as you had barely given yourself any breaks, and even your friends had begun to see that you had become sleep-deprived and irritated. Your job wasn’t helping either, that was taking up any ounce of free time you had left.

In an attempt to get you away from your books for a night, your friend informed you of a party happening at one of the student’s houses. Now, you weren’t usually one for getting drunk, especially during finals. In fact, you hadn’t gotten super drunk since senior year of high school, when you managed to drink so much Malibu Rum that you ended up tripping and falling over the side of your friend’s porch, and flat on your face. At least, that’s what your best friend had told you the next day, and what your headache was further proving.

After much thought and convincing from your friend, you ultimately decided to attend this upcoming party. Maybe it was good to get out, and take a break from studying to let loose for once. What could go wrong? Going out for one night wouldn’t ruin your chances at passing finals. Not to mention, there was no way it could be any worse than last time, that you were sure of.

But when you finally arrived at the party that night dressed in your most casual, I'm-only-planning-on-staying-an-hour-tops outfit, you were met with an environment entirely unfamiliar to you.

About 40 individuals, all crammed into one medium-sized apartment, all talking and definitely all intoxicated. The dimmed lighting in the room made it difficult to see properly, but you swear you could see some people making out in the corner, others getting high from a blunt.

Looking to your side, you noticed a group of guys who, based on their behaviour and overall appearance, appeared to be the occupants of the flat. They were all huddled together on the floor, passing around a bottle of Grey Goose vodka and laughing amongst themselves about something you couldn’t comprehend over the music. They all had messy hair, and practically every one of them had a facial piercing or tattoo. Basically everything you’d be intimidated by, but strangely fascinated at the same time.

You chose to ignore them though, not wanting to interfere with their drunken conversation. Instead, you left the room, opting for some drinks with your friend in the kitchen.

You were approximately halfway through a bottle of alcohol you had been handed by some random college student when you started to feel its effects, and the room was slowly becoming dizzy in front of your eyes. You had suddenly begun to feel lightheaded, not enough for it to be of concern, but enough for it to affect the way you behaved and talked. You became much more giggly and outgoing than you were sober - a feeling you hadn’t experienced since high school. Except this time, there were no porches, so the chances that you’d be falling over on was very, very slim.

You were laughing next to your classmate who you had run into by mere coincidence. She had said something particularly funny about your teacher, causing you to jump backwards, falling into whoever had happened to have been standing behind you at that exact moment.

You felt a hand suddenly grab onto your arm as you both tried to maintain your balance. You looked over, making eye contact with a face you had never seen before. A young boy, around your age, maybe a year or two off. He had dark brown eyes, now blown out in a worried expression. His hair was dark, and he had two piercings on his face: a lip piercing and a brow piercing. He was definitely attractive, even a sober person could see that. But the look on his face almost made you laugh, with his lips in an "o" shape and his eyes glued on yours.

“Woah, are you alright?”, the boy’s voice slurred, his hand still gripping tightly onto your arm as if he were also still catching his balance.

He was clearly as drunk as you were, you could tell by the sound of his voice.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine”, you said, standing up and pulling your shirt back down. “Are you?”

“Yeah”, he replied. You and him stared at each other for a few awkward moments before he finally looked down, at the bottle of alcohol you held tightly in your hands.

“That’s where my alcohol went, I’ve been looking for that all night”, he titled his head in fake annoyance.

Your eyes widened once you realized. This must be his apartment, and so this must’ve been his alcohol.

Of course, this was a party, and it wasn’t a crime to have alcohol at a party. But you had clearly crossed a line, taking alcohol that apparently wasn’t yours to take, from a boy you didn’t even know.

“I didn’t know, someone just gave it to me!”, you argued, although there wasn’t much your mind could come up with while drunk. You looked behind you in hopes that your classmate who had been standing behind you could defend you, but you soon discovered that they had left, and you were now left to deal with things on your own.

“I can buy you another one, I promise!”

The boy simply laughed, finally letting go of your arm and placing both palms behind him on the counter, leaning back with a smirk. He looked you up and down before squinting his eyes. “I’ll let it slide, but only because you’re cute”

You felt your cheeks heating up at his words. Cute? He thought you were cute?

Definitely the alcohol talking.

“I-.”, you stammered your words. You placed the bottle on the counter, mumbling a hurried “sorry” as you turned to walk away, flustered and uncertain of how else to reply. You almost got by him as well, but he grabbed your arms again and pinned you against the counter.

The boy was now standing close to you, his body towering over yours. Granted, he wasn’t that tall, but his demeanour and attitude made up for that.

“I don’t think I’ve met you before, what’s your name?”

“Uh, it’s y/n…” you replied, fighting to keep eye contact with his strong stare.

“Hm, well, y/n…” he said, practically fumbling over his words as he leaned in close to your face.

“I’m Han Jisung.”

You wanted to respond, but the words were caught in your throat. Instead, you could only nod in acknowledgment.

You’d nearly forgotten that you and him were both in public. In any normal circumstance, the current position you both were in would result in some strange looks from your peers. However, considering the fact that you had walked into people making out and borderline fucking on the couch, you probably weren’t drawing too much attention to yourselves right now. If your classmate had left by this point, you weren't aware.

After not-so-subtly looking you up and down once more, Jisung finally spoke up again, this time in a whisper.

“Maybe you can make it up to me.”

You were slightly taken aback by his proposal, but even more so when you realized that you found yourself liking it. His body was noticeably close to yours, you could even smell the Grey

Goose he had consumed in the living room earlier that night. It was, without a doubt, intimidating, but in a way that you found so insanely attractive. If you weren’t so drunk right now, you would have already left. But the way he was looking at you, with an expression you could only describe as lust, had you thinking about things you could not even imagine doing sober. He was drawing you in within a few minutes of knowing you.

And yet, you couldn’t think of anything to say to him. All you knew was that this boy was obviously drunk. You were as well. Apparently so much so, that you felt yourself slowly leaning in closer to him, longing for a taste of his lips and the alcohol that stained them. And so you did, connecting your lips with his in a tender but yearning kiss.

Jisung responded the moment your lips touched his, pressing his body against yours as he kissed you back.

After holding the kiss for a few moments, he pulled away. This time, his eyes held something you hadn’t seen before - passion. You could see how much your kiss had affected him. Jisung leaned in close to you, delicately brushing his lips against your ear and letting you feel the cool metal of his lip piercing against your skin.

“I need to hear you say it, pretty girl. Can I get to know you better?”

You smiled, placing a hand on his chest and dragging it down slowly, all the way down to his crotch.

Where the hell did this confidence come from? You were never usually one for having sex with strangers, but the way Jisung spoke to you, the way his body felt against yours, had you craving more of it. That, and the alcohol was clouding your senses more than you had expected.

Regardless, you needed him right here, right now.

“Yes”, you finally responded, provoking Jisung to bite his bottom lip at the sound of your voice.

He placed one last kiss on your neck, before pulling you along with him, past all the people in his apartment and down the hallway.

You didn’t have much time to rationalize your thoughts, whether this was actually a good idea or not. To be quite honest, you didn’t want to rationalize anything. All you knew was how much you needed him, this man named Jisung, who you had met only a few minutes ago.

He finally unlocked the door to what you assumed was his bedroom, pulling you inside, and closing it behind him. The noises of loud music and shouting could still be heard from outside the door, but they had become much more unintelligible. A good sign, because what you and Jisung were about to do definitely required some kind of soundproofing.

Without wasting a minute more, Jisung pushed you backwards, causing you to fall onto his bed sheets in a rather rough manner. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side and ruffling his hair over his eyes.

You had almost no time to admire his figure, only managing to catch sight of the silver chain that hung around his neck, before he was leaning over you again, this time leaving messy kisses all around your neck.

“So. So. Pretty.”, he mumbled in between kisses.

“Funny, Jisung”, you sighed, tilting your head to the side to allow him more room while his lips pressed against your hair and his hair tickled your skin.

“Yeah you are”, Jisung cooed. There was no point arguing, it would only stall what you so desperately craved right now, and that was him. Jisung bit down on to what happened to be one of the more sensitive parts of your neck, causing you to let out a gasp.

“Oh, you liked that?”, he chuckled against you, although he already knew the answer.

You nodded, shifting your body towards him to encourage him to continue.

“I can show you more, if you let me”, he whispered, slipping a hand in between your bodies and rubbing along your thigh.

“Then show me”

Jisung’s lips immediately started to travel down your neck, moving to suck on the skin of your chest. You knew it would leave marks you’d have to cover tomorrow, but to no surprise, you didn’t even care.

The room was dark and your mind was clouded; the only thing you could process was the feeling of Jisung’s wet lips, and the cold metal of his piercing on your sensitive skin.

“God I’m so drunk right now”, you moaned out playfully, giggling at nothing in particular.

Jisung hummed against you, moving further and further down your body until he reached your stomach. He kissed along your hips and your tummy before gliding his tongue all the way back up to your neck. It was hot, so hot that you felt your body shiver at his touch.

“Tell me that you need it, just as much as I do right now”, he asked in between the crook of your neck.

“I need it, Jisung. I need it so bad, please”, you said, already out of breath.

Jisung smiled, bringing his head up to place his lips against yours in a passionate and lustful kiss.

He moaned against your mouth, tasting the alcohol on your lips and feeling himself becoming more and more needier with every moment that he wasn’t inside you. With your lips still connected, Jisung slid his hand down to his pants, fumbling with the zipper but struggling to actually unzip it.

“Fuck”, he cursed against your lips, both embarrassed and frustrated at how long it was taking him to get undressed. You giggled and moved your lips from his to assist him with the zipper.

You tugged his pants down, as well as his boxers, and tossed them to the side. You then took off your own clothes within a matter of seconds, throwing them over his shoulder and away from your sight.

Jisung brought his face back down to your neck, stroking his cock and grinding himself against your wet core. He continued leaving kisses and soft bites along your neck, and every now and then you felt the cold metal of his lip piercing brushing against your skin, giving you even more pleasure.

“God”, he groaned. “I need to fuck you so bad”

You wrapped your leg around Jisung’s waist, pulling his lower body towards you. You let out the loudest moan your throat could muster once you felt the tip of his cock slipping inside of you.

“Oh fuck, baby”, he groaned loudly in response to both your moans, and the feeling of your wet pussy wrapped around his cock.

It took everything in him not to fuck the life out of you right then and there. But he could tell that you needed time to adjust to his size, so he braced himself by gripping onto the sheets next to you. Even though the alcohol he had consumed was clouding most of his coherent thoughts, he still made sure to be gentle with you at first. He wanted you to enjoy this as much as he was, and he wasn’t going to let his eagerness get in the way of that, even though he had skipped out on foreplay in the rush of things.

“Holy fuck, if you keep clenching around my cock like that,”, Jisung groaned, finding it harder and harder to stay still every second. “I swear I’ll cum right fucking now”

You nodded, reaching up to tug on his chain so you could connect your lips with his once more.

“Then fuck me, Jisung”, you whispered against his lips, urging him to start moving.

Jisung began to roll his hips against yours, gradually speeding up his pace as he felt your body becoming more comfortable. You could feel his pelvic bone hitting your core, and his lower stomach grazing yours with every thrust.

By the time Jisung’s hips sped up as much as they allowed him to, you were practically tangled together. He had his hands placed on each side of you on the bed, while your arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist. Jisung’s body was lowered so that he could feel your body grazing his chest while he fucked you.

“It feels good, hm? Tell me how it feels, baby. Tell me everything”, Jisung slurred, letting the words slip from his mouth with ease.

“You feel so good��, you confirmed with a sigh, letting your head fall back into the pillowcase and allowing yourself to become immersed in the pleasure and the lightheaded feeling you were experiencing from the alcohol.

Jisung lifted himself up from your grasp and angled his hips so that he could fuck you even deeper, hitting a spot that caused your moans to raise in volume. “Yeah, just like that, Jisung”

Jisung moaned at the sound of his name, knowing it was coming from your lips. It was him, fucking you as if you had never been fucked before. He didn’t even know you, and yet he was thriving off the sounds you were making, the wet sounds your pussy was making with every snap of his hips. As if it was only him who was capable of this, regardless of whether or not that was actually true, he didn’t care.

“Open your mouth”, he suddenly demanded. You weren’t sure what he was planning on doing, until you felt him sticking two of his fingers in your mouth, resting them on your tongue.

“Suck.”

You obliged, wrapping your lips around his fingers and sucking just as he told you to. You moaned, but this time your moan was muffled, and Jisung absolutely loved that.

“Now tell me how much you love my cock, baby”, Jisung smirked down at you, speeding up his thrusts more and more. It was filthy, sucking on a stranger’s fingers while they fucked you in a house full of other people you didn’t know. But you couldn’t help but to love it at the same time.

“I love your cock, Jisung”, you said with his fingers still down your throat. “I love it so much, don’t stop fucking me”

“Wasn’t planning on it, pretty girl”, he shook his head, taking his fingers out of your mouth and gripping onto your hips as though his life depended on it. “You feel so damn good, I could fuck this pussy all night”

You knew that you would let him too, if it weren’t for the fact that Jisung’s dirty talk was bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Not only that, but the way Jisung looked on top of you, with his chain bouncing against his chest and his face contorted on pleasure - that alone could turn you on.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum, oh my god, I’m gonna cum”, you warned him by squeezing onto his arms that had been gripping your hips.

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum all over my cock, pretty girl?”, he groaned as he looked down at how incredibly hot your body looked from underneath him while he fucked you. He lowered his gaze to your chest, which only prompted Jisung to go harder so he could watch the way your tits bounced with each thrust. It was incredibly filthy, the way the two of you were frantically grabbing onto each other and moaning as though no one else was home, but of course, neither of you cared in your current mindset. In fact, you probably wouldn’t have cared even if someone happened to walk in.

You finally came, moaning out his name once more as you threw your head back in pleasure.

Jisung’s thrusts never slowed down, desperate to make himself finish after watching the sinful sight of you cumming all over his cock.

“I’m so close, fuck, where do I cum?”, Jisung groaned, quickly running out of time. He figured you were on the pill, being an adult in college and all, but the last thing he wanted was to do something in the moment that he’d regret later. Oh, how ironic was that, given the situation you two were both currently in.

“Cum inside me, baby”

That was all the confirmation he needed, allowing his cum to spill inside of you with one final broken groan. Jisung could feel your pussy pulsating around his cock, only adding to the stimulation he was currently feeling.

Once his orgasm subsided, he pulled out, looking down to watch as some of his cum began to spill out of you.

“Holy fuckk”, Jisung moaned, his jaw slack and his eyes hooded. It was so incredibly filthy to him, and if you both weren’t so fucked out right now, he would’ve slipped himself back inside of you and gone another round. Instead, Jisung fell down beside you with a pleasant, almost goofy smile on his face.

You, along with Jisung, were completely fucked out, nearly falling asleep on the spot before

Jisung spoke up again.

“Are you alright?”, he asked you, his voice much raspier than it had been earlier that evening.

You found the strength to nod your head before shifting your body back towards him in an attempt to cuddle with him. If you both had been sober, you most likely would’ve left by now. However, it seemed as though all of your decisions thus far had been far from rational, so cuddling was not that odd of a thing to do.

Jisung quickly got the message, and in one swift movement, pulled you closer to him in a tight hug.

You knew that if you had been sober, you also would have been quick to go home so you could clean yourself, possibly take a shower. But you were utterly worn out, and knew that you didn’t have nearly enough strength to pull yourself out of bed, let alone getting yourself home. The door was locked, and you knew that Jisung’s friends were also here overnight, therefore it wasn’t a huge deal that you were as well.

You soon fell asleep in Jisung’s embrace, not a single thought or worry in your mind about what might possibly happen the next day.

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And then the next day came.

You woke up with the blinding light from the window in your eyes. You groaned, gradually

becoming aware of where you were. A desk. A closet with clothes unfamiliar to you.

And then, an arm, wrapped around your waist. Jisung’s arm.

Oh my god, you thought. You had just woken up next to Han Jisung, the man you had met just last night.

You knew you had to get out of there. Carefully, you climbed out of bed, making sure not to wake Jisung up. You tried to ignore the sticky feeling on your body from last night as you walked over to grab your clothing off of the floor. Slowly, you dressed yourself, occasionally checking to see if Jisung had woken up and feeling relieved to find that he was still sound asleep each time.

Finally, you left his room, walking past the empty bottles surrounding the room and his friends who were passed out on the floor, some of them his roommates and others were strangers.

You walked out the door, calling an uber and making it home. You were quick to shower, wanting to wash away any remaining part of last night from your body. As your hangover began to fade away, your mind finally started to process the events of last night.

You fucked Jisung. The college fratboy you had met only that night, you had just slept with. You knew nothing about him, you could barely even recall what had happened last night.

You had fucked Jisung last night in his bed, your mind kept repeating. And you couldn’t deny that you had actually enjoyed it, despite having no emotional connection whatsoever to this boy.

Your heart began to race. Should you have stayed at his place until he woke up? Maybe you should have talked things through, about what this could mean for your newly formed friendship.

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The next few days were spent the same way, thinking about that night off and on. You couldn’ thelp the weird feeling that fled your stomach at the thought of him, of that night. You contemplated reaching out to him, but you didn’t have his number, and you weren’t sure where to look for him on campus. Not that you would be confident enough to approach him anyways, but it would’ve been nice to at least have that option.

It was only until a few days later during one of your study sessions that your phone dinged, indicating that you had received a text message. You picked up your phone, and your heart nearly dropped once you read the message, wondering how the hell that happened.

Maybe: Jisung: Hey, it’s Jisung, from the other night.

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sunfl0werrrr · 1 month ago

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Game over, baby

warnings: unprotected sex (don’t do that!), rough felix, dirty talk

contains: ⛔️smut

summary: felix was never dominant, not till tonight, not till you teased him a little too much.

pairing: felix x reader

words: 2k

You and Felix had been together for a few months now — that kind of soft, magnetic love that made everything feel warm and a little dizzy. There were late-night walks with your fingers tangled together, shared playlists, matching hoodies, and long weekends spent doing absolutely nothing… except touching, talking, kissing. Falling a little harder each time.

And Felix, your golden boy, had layers you never got tired of peeling back. He was sweet, cuddly, and eager to please. But under all that softness, there was heat. A quiet sort of hunger that only came out when you poked the right spot.

Like tonight.

He was planted on the couch, hunched over the controller, headset slung messily around his neck. The glow of the monitor flickered across his cheekbones, illuminating the slight furrow in his brow as he focused hard on his game.

“Fucking campers,” he muttered, thumb flying over the joystick. “Bro, there’s no way that hit, did you see that?!”

You smiled, lingering in the doorway for a moment, just watching him. He was so locked in, jaw clenched, brows drawn together, he didn’t even notice you coming up behind him until you draped your arms loosely over his shoulders from behind.

“Hi, Lixie.”

He glanced up and his whole face changed. Smile blooming. Eyes softening. Voice suddenly boyish and warm.

“Hey, baby,” he said, tipping his head back for a kiss.

You pecked him quickly, then let your arms slide down his chest before stepping around the couch. Oversized hoodie swishing around your thighs, pleated skirt barely covering anything.

He watched you settle onto his lap, his brows lifting just slightly. “Mmm. Missed you.”

“Missed you too,” you whispered, tucking yourself neatly onto his thighs, straddling him with ease.

He adjusted to you out of habit, one hand loosely resting on your hip while the other stayed on the controller.

His sweatpants were soft beneath you — but not soft enough to hide how fast he started to grow under you. And you were bare. No panties. No shorts. Just skin and heat.

You rocked your hips just slightly, letting your bare folds graze along the thickening shape beneath the fabric.

Felix twitched. You felt it.

His voice caught. “Wait… baby—”

You leaned in close, brushing your lips against his ear. “Keep playing.”

He blinked. “Y-you’re not wearing anything?”

You smiled. “Nope.”

A choked sound left him, and his hands stuttered on the controller. “Holy shit.”

You nuzzled into his neck, lips grazing skin. “I just wanted to feel you.”

You shifted again and he gasped, because now he could really feel you. Wet, warm, dragging right over his clothed cock. A twitch. A pulse. Another inch of him hardening beneath you.

His voice was higher now. “You’re—fuck, babe—if you keep moving like that I’m gonna lose—”

“I don’t care if you win,” you murmured, fingers curling around the waistband of his sweats. “I just want this.”

He watched you, dazed, needy, as you slid your hand into his pants, curling your fingers around him and slowly tugging him free.

Felix hissed through his teeth. “Oh my God.”

You held him for a beat, feeling how hard he was already. Then, with no warning, you lifted your hips and lined him up, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance before easing down. Inch by inch.

The moan he let out was almost wounded. Deep and helpless.

“Shit— you’re—fuck—baby—”

“I just want to stay like this,” you whispered, fully seated now, buried to the hilt. “No moving.”

Felix’s mouth hung open, his whole body trembling as you clenched around him once. Just once. Slowly. Cruelly.

“...Are you serious?”

“Mhm.” You licked his earlobe. “Be good. Play your game.”

He tries.

For two full matches.

Sweat slicks at his temples, his voice tight when he talks into the mic, hands gripping the controller like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

But you keep pulsing around him. Your heat, your breath on his skin, your soft little sighs every time he shifts under you. He’s leaking. Twitching. A mess.

And the worst part? He knows he’s not allowed to do anything about it.

He tried, he really did, the feeling of your wet, gummy walls tight around his cock was too much.

He snapped.

The controller hit the carpet with a dull thud, but neither of you looked down.

Felix’s hands gripped your hips like they were the only things tethering him to Earth. His head dropped forward, nose brushing your collarbone as he let out a trembling breath — and for a second, he just stayed there. Breathing you in. Letting the heat simmer.

Then he looked up at you.

Eyes dark. Jaw tight. That soft, golden boy of yours?

Gone.

“Do you think this is funny?” His voice was low, a warning. More gravel than air. You swore your whole body pulsed at the sound.

Your breath caught. “I… I just wanted—”

He cut you off by rocking his hips up once, hard, making your eyes roll back instantly.

“No.” Another snap of his hips, rougher this time. You gasped, grabbing his shoulders. “You wanted to play games.”

You nodded helplessly, already trembling from how deep he was, the sudden stretch making your thighs shake.

“Well, guess what,” he growled, standing up with you still on him. “Game over, baby”

He dropped you onto the bed face-down, making you bounce slightly on impact. You didn’t even get a second to turn before he was on you, chest to your back, one hand pressing between your shoulder blades to keep you down as he lined himself up again.

“Lix—wait—” you started, voice barely a whisper, “you’re still—”

He thrust in without warning.

You cried out, not from pain, but from the shock of it, how deep he buried himself in one smooth, merciless stroke. His cock had been nestled inside you the entire time, twitching, leaking, waiting, and now it was unleashed.

“You don’t get to tease me like that and then pretend you’re innocent,” he hissed in your ear, hips already rolling in hard, sharp strokes. “You sit there with nothing on. You grind on me. You fuckin’ clench around me while I’m trying to concentrate—”

“I didn’t mean—fuck—” You were gasping, arching up into him as your thighs shook. The angle was brutal. Deep.

“Yes, you did. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

He gripped your wrists and pinned them above your head, hips never slowing. The slap of skin-on-skin echoed through the room, lewd and rhythmic, interrupted only by your moans — and his growls.

“You like teasing me?” He leaned down, biting at your shoulder. “You like being a needy little brat?”

“Yes—yes—Lix—please—”

“You like getting used like this? Bent over with your legs shaking while I fuck the attitude out of you?”

You moaned, high and desperate, burying your face into the sheets. “I’m sorry—”

“Oh, you will be.”

He flipped you suddenly, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and pushing in again from the front. Your hands flew to his chest, nails digging in for any kind of control, but there was none, not with the way he was looking at you.

Hair sticking to his forehead. Lips parted. Eyes locked on your face like it was the only thing that existed.

And God, he looked wrecked. Flushed, panting, sweat dripping down his neck — completely feral.

“I’ve been so fucking patient,” he rasped, driving into you over and over. “You were sitting on my cock while I tried to ignore it, tried to focus—but you just kept clenching. You wanted this.”

“I did,” you sobbed, wrapping your arms around him. “I wanted it—I wanted you to lose control—”

He laughed, short and breathless, like he couldn’t believe how far gone he already was.

“Yeah? You want to see what losing control really looks like?”

Then he slammed in, one final thrust that made your whole body jolt, and stayed there.

Deep. Still. Pulsing.

He bent down, mouth right at your ear.

“Ride me.”

You blinked through the haze, brain barely working. “W-what?”

He pulled out, roughly grabbed your hips, and dropped back onto the mattress, flat on his back, cock glistening, hard, flushed, insanely ready.

“You wanted this,” he said again, voice rough, “so come take it.”

You crawled into his lap, thighs shaking as you hovered over him, sinking back down inch by inch, both of you moaning the moment he bottomed out.

Your hands braced on his chest. His eyes stayed locked on yours. And this time?

You started moving.

First slow, grinding your hips in tight circles. Then faster, up and down, thighs burning, nails digging into his skin as you chased the edge that had been taunting you all night.

Felix groaned beneath you, grabbing your hips and meeting your rhythm now, pushing up into you on every bounce.

“That’s it,” he gritted, “fuck, just like that—taking it so well—so tight around me—”

You whimpered, eyes rolling. “I’m close—Felix, I’m so close—”

“Then come.” His voice was a snarl now. “Soak my cock. Show me how much you needed this.”

You shattered.

It hit you like a wave, violent, full-body, clenching around him as your legs locked up, thighs trembling. You collapsed against his chest, moaning into his neck.

But he didn’t stop.

He flipped you again, slamming in from behind, hands gripping your waist like you were his to break.

“You think we’re done?” he growled, rutting into you with ruthless rhythm. “You cockwarm me and then make me wait? Nah, baby. I’m taking every fuckin’ second back.”

You were babbling now, words falling out with every thrust. “Too much—can’t—it’s too much—”

“Yes, you can.” He leaned over you, lips brushing your ear. “You’re gonna take everything I give you.”

And you did.

Until you were sobbing. Overstimulated. Fucked out. Barely able to move.

Then finally — finally — you felt it.

His hips stuttered. His breath caught.

And with a low, broken moan, Felix came inside you, hips flush, arms wrapped around your middle as he buried himself as deep as he could go.

“Mine,” he panted into your shoulder. “All of you.”

You nodded weakly, shivering in his arms. “Yours.”

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sunfl0werrrr · 1 month ago

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Soju Speedster

Felix x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: Being stuck with Felix in a car isn't your idea of a fun time, or at least, it wasn't. Warnings: SMUT, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, oral (both rec), fingering, use of pet names, spit, degradation, Felix talks a lot A/N: Another order fulfilled! Thank you for the likes and love on these stories! I appreciate it so very much! I have a dad!chan fic coming out for Father's Day so please follow or comment if you'd like to be tagged in that or future fics of mine! Larie's Libations - Soju Speedster [Soju]- Felix [Cola]- Someone's Car [Citrus Rind] - Kinks (spitting, degradation) Thank you for your service! Please come again! 🍷

It was stupid really, the way you and Felix never could fully get along. Sure, in front of guests you were polite, but on the occasions, you were forced to be alone, it was torture.

You meet him downstairs, forced to ride with him to meet the guys for an SKZ code filming.

“So, you’re camping?” you ask, trying to keep the edge out of your voice.

“Yep,” he says. It’s short, sweet, and oh so sharp.

“Good luck with that, you hate camping,” you snicker. Felix rolls his eyes.

“Why don’t we just not talk? It’ll keep my ears from bleeding on the way there,” he sneers.

You scoff as you both walk out the door.

The car ride is silent, tense, the pouring rain the only sound heard other than the low hum of the radio. You’re in the middle of nowhere, nothing but fields and trees.

“I can’t believe Chan is actually making me stay with you. I mean seriously, you hate camping, you’re such a baby about everything.” You sigh as you mumble to yourself.

“At least I don’t put up a front.” He shrugs.

“Excuse you?”

“You act like you’re too fucking cool for anything, like you can’t have fun, like it’s a chore to hang out with us.” He flits his eyes to you, anger evident in his voice.

“It’s only a chore when it’s you, Lixie,” you sarcastically call him the pet name. He huffs, face turning slightly red from frustration.

“It makes me sick ya know, the way you act. Like you just can’t enjoy anything. I mean, you complain constantly. Why don’t you light up.”

“You’re right, let’s pretend we’re the best of friends and love each other and crowd around a campfire with marshmallows and sing songs,” you sarcastically remark.

You notice his jaw tick and smile, satisfied that you got the last word.

“It’s not my dream to have you here, either,” he says after a beat of silence.

“Then we can actually agree on something for once!” you feign excitement. His grip on the wheel tightens, turning his knuckles white. You can’t help the giggle.

“Man, I really get under that freckled skin of yours huh?” you stifle another laugh. Felix’s teeth slightly grind together.

He opens his mouth to say something when you interrupt.

“Make a left down this road!” you point and he ignores it.

“Felix, seriously?”

“I don’t take orders from you,” he shrugs, “I know where I’m going, and we can get there from here.”

“We could get there faster if you’d turn around and do what I told you to do,” you huff.

“What you told me? Seriously? What am I? A dog?” he asks as he continues driving the same way.

“A bitch more like it,” you mumble under your breath as you look out the passenger window.

“Oh, fuck off,” he bites, and your shoulders raise as you stifle yet another laugh. Felix was never one to show his anger, he’s usually very patient, but something about you pushes him to the edge.

Before anything else can be said, you hear a weird sound come from the front of the car and it begins to slow down.

“Oh my god,” you groan. Felix turns the wheel pulling off on the side of the road.

“See if you had just listened to me, we would have-,”

“Can you please, for the love of God, shut your fucking mouth for two minutes?” he snaps as he pulls out his phone to shoot a text to Chan and then call a tow truck.

“Ooh, Lixie’s getting angry,” you tease once he’s off the phone.

“Y/n, I’m serious.” He says through clenched teeth.

“If you want me to shut up so bad, make me.” You challenge in defiance. It all happens so fast you aren’t sure what’s happening until it’s done.

Felix undoes his seatbelt harshly, hand on your cheek as his lips crash into yours; hot and heavy. You’re stunned, eyes wide the feeling of his lips and teeth on your mouth foreign. But not unwelcome.

His hand reaches down to undo your seat belt, lips never leaving yours. Your heart is erratic in your chest, but you give in, allowing your pent-up anger to be expressed. Your hands go his hair, tugging it harshly, earning a sharp bite to your lip; causing you to giggle.

“Back seat; now,” his voice is low, dominating. It sends shiver down your spine. You oblige, quickly moving to the back seat, Felix not far behind.

Your lips reconnect, fire and passion still evident, breaths mixing as you sigh against each other, the window of the car already fogging up.

“You’re such a fucking tease, you know that,” he asks as he undoes the buttons on your jeans.

“How?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“These tight fucking pants,” he says as your hips lift, “this tight shirt, showing me everything, such a slutty little outfit,” he groans. Your hips shift at his words and his brow quirks with an evident smirk and cocky chuckle.

“So, you like being called a slut huh? Like it when someone tells you how much of a fucking mess you are?”

He lifts your top over your head, “And no fucking bra?” he lets out a breathless laugh as he cups your chest.

“Fuck,” he breathes as his lips go to your neck.

“Such a fucking tease,” he bites down harsh, sucking a mark on your neck.

“A pain in my ass,” he groans in your ear as one of your hands goes up to palm him through his pants. He sucks another mark on your neck, one that can’t be hidden by your t shirt.

“Careful they’ll know how much of a little bitch you really are for me,” you say between gasps as his thumbs run over you peaked buds.

He chuckles in your ear, low, sinful, dangerous.

“You think I’m the simp here?” you hear the smirk in his voice, and your heart thuds in your ears.

“Y-yeah, I do,” you breathe as his tongue runs over the shell of your ear.

“We’ll see about that, baby.” His lips find yours again for another rough kiss.

“Lay down,” he growls against your lips and you want to fight it, but your body betrays you.

“Such an obedient little thing,” he taunts; amusement in his voice. He holds himself above you, hair falling on either side of his face, dark eyes staring into yours before looking down at you. You feel the heat rise up your neck, exposed to him in a way you never thought you could be. Excited about the fact that you are.

“Tell me what you want,” he smirks, “Or you get nothing.”

“Fuck you,” you spit.

“Good enough,” he says as his lips reattach to yours and his hand slips into your underwear, a groan leaving his lips. You feel the pads of his fingers spread you open, your legs separating for him to have better access.

He moves his lips to your ear.

“So wet, you like it when I’m angry don’t you?” His fingers start rubbing slow circles on your clit. You gasp, biting your lip so hard you taste blood, trying not to let him know he’s breaking your resolve.

“If you don’t let it out, I’ll stop,” he says gruffly.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” you breathe.

“Why not?” he taunts. You don’t answer.

“Because you’re a desperate little thing who wants me to fuck her till she see’s stars?” he coos.

You can’t help the groan that ultimately escapes you. His fingers abandon your clit, and slowly his fingers work your entrance, pumping in and out, finding your g spot quickly.

“Oh fuck,” you exhale as your eyes flutter shut.

“This what you wanted the whole time? Someone to take control? Someone to make you feel good and scream, while you just sit back and fucking take it?” he asks.

“That was a question, y/n, answer me.” He demands as his fingers stop. You let out a whimper.

“Fuck, yes. Please,” you whine breathlessly as your hips try to move and he snickers.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you feel good.” He says as he kisses your temple, adding a second finger, curling them with each thrust.

“Ah-ha,” you gasp out the broken word, hands bracing on his shoulders. Felix can feel how hard his cock is, watching you submit under him after months of teasing and arguing, it’s something he never thought he’d get off to; and yet here he is getting off to having the upper hand for once.

“Fuck, Felix I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, completely at his mercy. He holds himself up a little higher, letting a string of spit encase your nipple before sucking it into his mouth flicking his tongue over the hardened nub.

“Lix,” you whine as your fingers to his hair, the stimulation, overwhelming as he pumps his fingers faster, the bottom part of his palm bumping your clit, making your head spin.

“Fuck,” you whine as you feel your muscles go taut.

“Ah fuck, please don’t stop,” you plead as your body starts to shake, your orgasm slamming into you so hard your hearing fades slightly.

You gasp, once your body loosens, Felix’s mouth open in awe as he watched the whole thing.

“What?” you ask breathlessly.

“That was hot,” he admits as he pulls his fingers out.

“Shut the fuck up,” you sass. Felix tsks, wagging his non soaked finger. He sucks your juices off his hand.

“Still got that mouth on you, still such a bratty girl.” He says as his own shirt is taken off, revealing his abs. Your hands reach up to touch them, and he smirks.

“Just drop the façade.” He chuckles as his pants and boxers come off next.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lixie boy,” you smirk and he leans down, lips to your ear again.

“As if you didn’t just fall apart because of my fingers in your tight little pussy,” he says in your ear, making you shutter and your walls clench.

“Get up,” his voice is rough as he helps you sit up. He taps his cock against your lips and you raise your brows.

“Excuse you?” you ask, sounding offended, but your cunt clenches despite your tone.

“We’re gonna put that dirty little mouth of yours to better use, so open.” He demands. Hesitantly, you oblige. He smiles before taking your jaw roughly and spitting in your mouth. He shuts your mouth for you and lifts his brow. You swallow it, eye contact never breaking.

He forces your jaw open with his fingers, though you barely resist as he brings his swelled, veiny cock to your lips.

“Go on,” he motions. You stick your tongue out flat, before licking his slit. His eyes shut automatically, a groan leaving his mouth. You smirk, control being yours again, as you mimic the action again.

“Don’t tease me,” he says as his hand tangles in your hair.

“It’s only fair, baby.” You taunt seductively as your hand comes up to stroke him slowly, teasingly slow.

“You’re gonna,” he says but a moan cuts him off, “fuck, you’re gonna regret this,” he huffs a laugh.

“That a promise?” you tease and as his mouth opens to respond, you suck him in, nose going to his pelvis, and a pornographic moan leaves him.

“Shit,” he breathes as your head begins to move, cheeks hollowed out.

“Knew this mouth could do more than talk. Imagined it so many times,” he says as his hand guides you back and forth. You slide off him.

“You’ve imagined this?” He takes the opportunity to sit down against the cloth seat and you arch your back, spitting on his cock, watching it coat him.

“You’ve imagined, me, naked, sucking your cock?” you ask again and he looks at you, unsure of what he should say.

“Yeah, I have. I figured you’re such a brat verbally you must know how to use your mouth.”

He groans as your mouth wraps around him again, teeth teasingly scrapping him at his words.

“Such a filthy mind,” you taunt before swirling your tongue around the head.

“Fuck,” his eyes screw shut, mouth going slack as your head continues to work.

“Fuck, baby I’m gonna cum.” He says as he pushes your head down, slight gagging being heard before you breathe through your nose again.

“Gonna fill that mouth so full you won’t be able to talk,” he pants, hips thrusting up into your mouth. You abandon your ambition and let him use you, hips sputtering into your mouth as he twitches and suddenly you feel the heat from his cum shoot into your mouth, white ropes hitting the back of your throat, groans and moans filling the car.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he says, and you peer up at him through your lashes. His head is back; eyes are squeezed so tight you swear he’ll bust his capillaries, mouth slack. And something within you is satisfied; empowered.

You take your mouth off him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“There, now we can wait for the truck,” you say and Felix lets out a real laugh.

“You think I’m finished with you?” he snickers and gets up on his knees, backing you against the seat again. The rain outside beats against the car, and the windows are fogged offering a little bit of privacy.

“Let’s see if we can fix that attitude huh?” He kisses your lips again as he lines himself up at your entrance. He pushes in slow and deep. He groans as his hand encases your throat.

“Maybe this is what you needed, just a good fuck to make you act right,” he mumbles to himself as he drags himself against your walls, making you feel every vein, every thick inch of him.

You groan as he slams into you, hitting your sweet spot. Your body jolts upward into his, your arms wrapping around his neck. He chuckles at you, sweat slicked skin against skin as his hips rock back and forth. Your legs wrap around him.

“Fuck you’re such a mess for me,” he groans in your ear.

“Look at how you tremble, fucking gorgeous,” he rambles as he feels you shake beneath him, your next orgasm too close.

“You gonna cum again already? Pathetic,” he smirks cockily until you clench around him and his mouth gapes open.

“God,” he groans before littering kisses onto your shoulder and nape of your neck

“Fuck, Felix I can’t, I can’t hold it,” you whimper against him.

“Yes you can, come on baby girl you can do it. Hold it just another minute, be a good girl for me,” he grunts as his hips pound into you, bodies still close. He feels your walls flutter and he reaches between you, feeling your puffy clit and rubs side to side against it.

“Oh fuck,” you say as your body starts to go rigid. You tremble as you can’t hold it back anymore.

“Cum for me, let me hear how good I make you feel,” he breathes. You gasp as you cry out, body in utter shambles, as the aftershocks hit, legs still twitching. Felix cums just a moment or two after, forehead against yours, breaths fanning each other.

The two of you settle together, the car smelling of sex and sweat, the rain still beating against it. Neither of you move, but you feel the remnants of Felix drip down your thigh.

The moment is surreal, part of you wonders for half a second if it is real. Did you dream it, or did Felix really just fuck the attitude right out of you? Did he really just ruin you in the best way possible?

“Still wanna mouth off to me?” he laughs breathlessly.

“Depends, does it get me this?”

“I’m not encouraging this behavior.” He tuts.

“Just kiss me,” you say and he captures your lips, slowly pulling out, making you both groan.

“Fuck look at you,” he says as he sits up. Your body is slack, eyes half lidded, with a lazy smile and flushed cheeks.

“Never thought you could look so beautiful,” he says with a genuine grin. Your cheeks tint with a darker shade of crimson.

“The tow truck will be here soon, we should,” he trails off as he picks up your clothes.

“Fuck I’m a mess,” you grumble as you try to sit up.

“Allow me,” he says before dropping down and licking you clean with his tongue. You gasp as his nose bumps your all too sensitive clit. He keeps eye contact with you, and for a moment you swear you could cum again just from that. Felix moans as your taste is slowly transferred to his tongue, mixing with his own release.

He’s not quick, not teasing, just soft and slow until he’s sure you’re cleaned up enough. He pulls back, a satisfied smile on his face. He helps you put your underwear and jeans back on, just in time for the two truck to arrive.

The rain slacks and Felix opens the back door getting out first, and as you step out of the car, your legs are wobbly and you shoot him a glare as he helps steady you. Felix chuckles to himself as he watches them hook up the car.

Thankfully Chan arrives not long after the two truck and when his eyes land on you, flushed skin, messy hair, swollen lips and bruised neck, he busts out into laughter.

“Finally!” Is all he can say as you and Felix get buckled in and he drives off.

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