#Han Jisung imagine

[catiuskaa]

*cough cough* no, me kisses.

SUMMARY: he may have lost his opportunity to ask you to become official, but boyfriend or not, there’s only one thing Hannie wants needs: your kisses. All over his face. Right now.

WC: exactly 1.3k baby!

CW: it’s too fluff!! ahhh!! (scared) lol, mentions of the usual sick thingies like headaches and mucus (ew!), mentions of lipstick stains (because YES), use of petnames.

REQUESTED! by pookie dookie @4ln-stay8 right here. I owed you one for reading my angsty fics, so I gave my best with this one. tysm for your support, my love! <3

A/N: inspired on the jeekies bc this singlehandedly changed my brain chemistry (melts n giggles)

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Jisung wanted to groan.

Meanwhile, you only wanted to giggle and take millions of pictures of him.

What for? Well, first of all, little Hannie was cutely hiding under his duvet.

Only Jisung’s big boba eyes blinked repeatedly as he sniffed, not because he was crying, but because the poor little thing couldn’t even smell anything. He kept the half down of his face under the blankets of his bed, as he surely knew he was blushing due to you being in his room.

He hadn’t been expecting you, and he wanted to groan and put on a tantrum —or however you use that word in a sentence— because you had to be there at that moment.

“Aw, Sunggie,” you melted at the sight of him, holding back the need to coo and pet him and treat him the small and cute hamster he so was. “Lix called,” you clarified with a toothy grin. “He said you were sick, and buzzed me in before he left.”

Jisung made a note to himself to remember to tickle Felix to death for that.

There was one thing he wanted, and while it was you the one who could give it to him, he felt quite shy from asking, as far as refraining from doing so just yet.

Because it was not like you two were dating officially. Yes, the big, fat crush he had on you was as obvious as shit, to put it in elegant words, but he hadn’t asked you yet.

He was going to ask you, but he got sick.

And that one thing he wanted from you was your sweet pouty lips peppering kisses all over his face.

You sat next to him, and sheepishly shook your head. “Let me tidy up this place for you and bring you some medicine and more tissues, yeah?”

Your voice felt soothing, he wanted to use it as a blanket and stay wrapped in it for the rest of the week.

His heart sent more blood to his cheeks. As if there wasn’t enough, he thought with a huff, big eyes watching your movements as you picked a plate that had been left there since the night before and started picking up the used tissues from the floor.

“…hi…” Jisung mumbled, his voice hoarse and his throat dry.

Was he sick? Sure. I mean, his head hurt, his eyelids felt heavy, his nose was runny and he had surely filled the floor of his room and a decent part of his bed with used tissues.

But despite all that, the thing he wanted the most was to cuddle you to his hearts content.

“Hi, gorgeous,” you snickered softly, and he couldn’t help but smile with you. “Want some water too?”

He coughed in response, and you giggled. He cracked his knuckles underneath the bed sheet, his hands tingling, wanting to take you by your shoulders and hug you like a boa constrictor.

“Guess we have to cancel for tonight,” you mumbled with a small smile, your hand tenderly stroking his hair away from his forehead. “I’ll go leave my coat and bag in the living room and I’ll come back, yeah?”

He pouted without realizing. “Mmhhh…” he hummed with a small frown, almost like a whine.

You were about to mumble a soft ‘what’s wrong?’ before he shoved the covers away from his face as he gingerly raised his hand to grab your wrist and settled your palm back on his forehead. He sighed in small relief, melting into the coldness that lingered in you from being outside.

“Headache?” You said almost in a whisper, hearing the butterflies’ wings going crazy in your stomach.

He nodded. If he had been a cat, he would be purring, even if your hand had already turned warm against his skin.

“C’mon, Jisung-a,” your voice felt even softer than before. “I’ll come back before you know it.”

He sniffed. “…you will…?”

Your heart crushed, unable to handle how cute Han looked. It was too much, so much that even the butterflies in your stomach started to have their own butterflies in their stomachs.

And with a smile, you moved your hand to his cheek and planted a shy tender kiss on his forehead.

“I will. Pinky promise.” You chuckled softly, a blush slowly creeping up to your cheeks.

His eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat.

Oh, no. Now he knew what one of your small kisses felt like.

Now you couldn’t leave. Not before… oh.

He grinned slyly, making you raise your eyebrows, wondering what could he be thinking in that cute little head of his.

“…we’ll… make a deal…” he stated as firmly as he could.

You shrugged lightly, secretly enjoying the faint pink hue of your lipstick that had stained his forehead.

“Sure, Hannie.” Your smile only made the fact that you’d leave for, like, ten minutes —or God, maybe even more— feel a lot worse.

“I… want… more of those…” he blushed deeply.

“More of those?”

He took your hand and covered his eyes with it.

“I want more kisses.” He sniffed again.

Your mouth quickly formed the shape of an ‘o’, as your blush quickly turned a deeper shade of red, as if to compete against his.

You giggled, moving your hand from his face.

“You want my kisses, jagi?” You teased with a smirk.

He felt his heart going crazy in him, a tight feeling in his chest that turned his ears red.

“Aww, but aren’t you too sick for that?”

Oh, no.

You weren’t just going to give him a small kiss and then not continue all morning and all evening… right?

That couldn’t be allowed. Was it? He tsked at the thought. He had to make sure it wasn’t.

He coughed, pouting.

“No.” He coughed again. “Me. Kisses.” He sniffed. “Now.”

You laughed loudly, a sort of laugh that went right in Han’s little heart and filled it up with energy. He didn’t feel that gloomy sensation that being sick could cast over someone.

Instead, he squinted at you playfully.

“You have ten minutes, missy.” He said, already looking much better, emotionally wise at least. “Or else.”

You giggled, sheepishly pecking the corner of his lips.

"You can set up a timer, you cheeky idiot."

He moved his hand to his heart in an overly dramatic gesture that made you cackle, as he chuckled too, trying to ignore how fast his heartbeat felt under his hand.

Nine minutes and forty three seconds later —forty four, forty five...— you had settled a plastic bag next to his nightstand, had stolen a tissue box from the living room, and right now, you were smiling, walking one step in front of the other, carefully so to not spill over the soup you had made for him.

"It's amazing. You have to try it, I've outdone myself." You chuckled as he sat up on his bed, gingerly waiting. You left the tray on his crossed legs, moving his desk chair and nonchalantly taking a seat close to him.

"C'mon." You snickered. "Eat up." He finished it without a single complaint.

"Good boy." You teased, cackling loudly when you saw him blush.

"That's not fair," he mumbled with a pout.

"Scooch aside, Mr fairness."

You moved the pillows and laid next to him, shyly putting your arm below his neck, and then passed the other over his chest.

His face was practically in front of you.

"Hi." You grinned cheekily.

"...oh, h-hi." You giggled at his shyness. You hid the fact that you had reapplied your lipstick in the kitchen before bringing the soup, and started peppering soft kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, the corner of his mouth...

Oh, you were surely going to catch whatever he had.

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~Kats, who doesn't understand why tumblr won't let her stack pictures when answering asks, reason why I post them separately, lol. Thanks for the request, gorgeous!

[feelbokkie]

Texts from bf!Jisung when he finds your kpop collection

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

genre: crack

pov: 1st/2nd person (depends on how you view it)

description: han finds your collection of non skz albums and pcs.

pairing: bf!Jisung x reader

warnings: swearing, mention of eating

screenshot count: 8

©feelbokkie (2024) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.

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HAN JISUNG HEADCANONS.

PAIRINGS: Han Jisung x fem!reader

WARNINGS: nsfw!mdni , sub!han , mommy kink , spitting kink , swearing , begging , desperate!han , unprotected sex , noona kink , masturbation , creampie , dom!reader , nipple play , edging , dacryphilia , riding , mentions of overstimulation .

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ a small gift for my fav @hyunsvngs for achieving 5k !!

He whines , he becomes a whining mess whenever you touch him . Even if it wasn’t sexual , he just can’t help but whine whenever you touch him and show him any type of affection .

Hannie cries , sobs , pants , & even hiccups . He moans so loud , your neighbors hate you .

When you’re riding him he’d be babbling nonsense “mommy—mama!! Feels so good , pussy’s so tight!“

Whenever you’re fucking , he won’t be just crying he’d also be drooling . He likes to hide his face into the crook of your neck and get messy . He’s always has been messy . He likes to fuck his cum deep inside you then eat his cum out of your cunt . He’s so dirty.

Hannie likes to have multiple rounds , he likes to fuck your pussy with his cum until it’s dripping on your thighs . But he recovers fast , his sex drive is probably high , he’s just so pussy drunk that it feels like he’s breeding you .

He’s so dirty , a little pervert . He likes to steal your panties and jerk off to their smell . He likes to press them on his face , he even fantasize of you wrapping them on his mouth to make him stop being loud .

Hannie leaks a lot , he always ruins his boxers and underwears with how much he leaks . You’d think that he’s cumming if you didn’t know him better . His load could reach up to his chest when you jerk his chubby cock .

He likes it when you use your fingers on him . He wants you to finger his mouth as if it’s his pussy . He also wants you to finger him , even rim him . He really likes when you use anal play on him .

His top kink is mommy/noona kink , he gets so needy he doesn’t even know what he’s saying . “ungh–g’na c-cum!! Mommy–noona noona please!“

Whenever he wants to get really dirty , he likes to jerk his cock on him and piss on your body , whenever he tops he’d loose himself and fuck his piss into you . He’s really dirty he doesn’t even know what he’s doing .

His favorite position is riding , he likes it when you dominate him . He likes the way your hands would play with his nipples and pinch him . He loses himself when you touch him . He wants to be your little good boy , your good princess .

CONGRATULATIONS JUNO !! you deserve all of it !! :3

© CGNAB , 2024 ★

[httpdwaekki]

soothe | h.j.

summary: you were well aware of jisung's anxiety, but you notice he takes a certain interest in the ink on your skin.

wc: 966

warnings: brief mentions of anxiety, mentions of the reader having tattoos. not proofread at all. lowercase intended.

a/n: i used to color and trace my tattoos when i got anxious so i was just thinking about ji doin the same thing. also it is very late and i'm running on a solid 4 hours of sleep but i wanted to write something so now we have this LMAO. anyway i hope u enjoy and as always, drink water, eat something, and take ur meds. <3

my library

(pictures are not mine! credit to owners!)

you were well aware of jisung's anxiety. you yourself suffered from it so you understood, the feelings and frustrations that came along with the sinking feel.

you weren't always sure what would trigger the uneasy feeling in the boy, but you were there no matter what. you knew sometimes you just had to put on an anime and hold him until he felt better.

other times you'd sit and listen as he voiced this thoughts running rampant in his head.

however there was something new that you noticed you would lay with him. he'd trace the ink along your skin, drawing every line and every shading etched into your soft skin.

you noticed it when you were laying on your bed one day when the ugly feeling settled in his tummy once again. jisung was in front of you, his back to your chest, yours leaning against the head board, arms wrapped loosely around his torso, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on his stomach.

jisung was barely paying attention the show lowly playing on the screen. not that you were either, hyper focused to gage any change in his demeanor, making sure he was relaxing.

that's when you felt it, the soft brush on your arm, right where your favorite flower was inked into the skin of your forearm. you glance down, watching for a moment, as he traced the lines one by one before moving on to the next section of art.

you couldn't help the heat the rose to your cheek, as he careful recreated the marks so beautifully etched onto your skin. as you watched you had an idea. you place a soft kiss to his hair before lightly tapping his tummy.

"get up for a second bub, i'm gonna grab something quick." you felt him tense, turning his head towards you, hesitating for a moment. "i'll be right back jagiya, i promise. less than 2 minutes." he slightly nodded before sitting up. you place a kiss on his shoulder as you scoot out from behind him.

quickly making your way to your office, you find exactly what you were looking for. you quickly grab it, making your way back to your room. you find jisung in the same place you left him, expect he looked zoned out, toying with the strings of his hoodie.

you sit beside him, placing a gentle hand to his puffy cheek. you looks up, boba eyes shining with worry. you could practically see the thoughts clouding his pretty mind. you give him a smile before placing the bag of colorful markers in his lap.

he looks down at the bag and back to you, confusion now present in his eyes. "so you could color them in if you want." you shrugged, getting up, kissing his forehead before moving to lay behind him once more.

you lightly pull him back into your embrace, arms finding home around him once more. his head positioned on your collarbone, under your chin, relaxing into your touch.

a few moments later you hear the sound of plastic rustling and the familiar sound of markers clashing against each other. once he found the color he was looking for, quietly taking the top off, and begin carefully coloring each one in.

you had a perfect view at his art from above him. your other hand continuing the soothing circles on the skin of his stomach. you smile and you watch him go from coloring to watching the tv. you place a kiss to his hair once more, as he finishes coloring in your ghost. he caps the marker, placing it back in the bag, before carefully setting the colorful ink on your bedside table.

he turns around as he makes his return to you, his turn to wrap his arms around you. you gladly take him into your arms as he shoves his face into your neck. you stay there for a moment before he places a kiss in the junction of you neck and shoulder.

"you okay, ji?" you asked softly. he nods, "i'm okay baby, thank you." he gives you one more squeeze before pulling back.

"what would i do without you, hm?" he asks, placing peck to your lips. your lip turn upwards slightly, "i'm just helping you, jagi, you deserve to be happy." he kisses you once more, this time with a bit more passion.

"you're gonna make me start crying." he mumbles against your plush lips. "okay well don't do that, cause that'd make me sad." you shake your head. "how about i order us some take out and we just stay like this for the rest of the night?" you offer, staring into his boba eyes.

"and if you wanna talk later, i'm here to listen okay?" he nods, falling back into your embrace. "i love you okay? i'm always here, whenever, where ever, you say the word i'm there." you place a kiss to the side of his head.

you feel his breathing start to become uneven, panic arising in your chest. "ji? hey, hey, talk to me baby." you pull him back to look at you. big eyes now brimmed with tears. "what's going on in that head of yours, hm?" ask, rubbing his cheeks.

he shakes his head. "nothing, i just really fucking love you. i don't know what i ever did to deserve you." he says, tears slowly making their way down his face.

"you're you, you deserve everything i can give you and more, okay?" he closes his eyes, nodding his head. you place kisses over each eye lid and finally his forehead.

you pull him back to you, and that's where you stay for the rest of the night. wrapped up in each other, eating ramen before falling asleep in each other's arms.

p.s. new username ah !! i used to be voidreams but i wanted a change hehe. but i hope you enjoyed! likes and reblogs are always appreciated but never expected :3

[dreamescapeswriting]

No Regrets ~ HJS [MATURE WARNING]

CONTINUATION OF THIS PIECE

WORD COUNT: 3.9K

GENRE: Mafia AU, fluffy, first meeting, meet cute, fluffy jisung, soft mafia jisung being soft for reader, always there to protect her, bank heist and shes injured in the process, SMUT MINORS DNI, protected sex, sex in front of the fireplace, oral (female recieving)

PAIRING: Jisung x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of blood, killing, stealing, heists, reader being held at gun point,

Lightening slashed through the darkened sky making you jump a little and scoot closer to Jisung, the rain pounding against the windows of a cafe. Somewhere that had become your refuge from the storm that was growing worse by the second. Jisung glanced over at you, ever since you'd walked into the cafe he'd barely been able to take his eyes off you but he'd been trying. Not once was he able to though, it was like there was some kind of curse drawing him to you.

Years had passed since he'd ever been with a woman and he'd practically sworn off everyone he met, not wanting to get distracted by them but there was just something about you, something so warm and fresh that drew him in.

"Are you sure you don't need anything else?" Jisung questioned, his gaze solely on you as you shivered a little, you felt frozen to your core but Jisung's men had already given you a shirt, a pair of pants and a blazer you didn't want to take anything else from them. That was, you didn't want to be in debt to the man beside you.

All of the stories you'd heard about the man from the underworld but they'd all failed to mention how kind his eyes were or just how sweet he was...toward you at least. It was a strange contrast between what people said he was like and what he was really like, something you hadn't really been expecting until now.

"No...T-Thanks." Your chattering teeth gave you away before Jisung snapped his fingers at his men, who swiftly sprung into action. Moments later, a steaming cup of hot chocolate was in front of you and a dry blanket was wrapped around your shoulders.

"I can start the fireplace if it gets too much," Jisung offered, his chest tightening as he watched you closely, eyeing you up as if he were waiting for you to shiver and give him the chance to jump in and be the hero of your story. Not that Jisung was the hero in anybody's story, he was always the villain. 

There was something about you that made him feel at ease, something that made him feel at peace as you sat beside him but there was also a nagging feeling inside of him, one that wanted him to protect you. It happened the second you'd barged into the cafe, shivering and dripping wet onto the floor. It was the reason he'd demanded his men into action before they could kick you out, there was no way he was going to send you out in the freezing weather.

"I hate the storms too," He finally mentioned, whispering so that none of his men around could hear the admission come from his lips. He'd never been one to tell people what scared him, not when it could possibly be used against him but you seemed in need of someone to talk to.

"You do?" Your voice cracked a little as you swallowed the lump in your throat, the tightness in your body loosening ever so slightly as Jisung put you at ease.

"Yeah, ever since I was a little boy they always scared me." He holds his cup in his hands, letting the warm ceramic warm up his cold hands. 

"I would never have expected you to be scared of anything." You admit shyly before he beams at you, he liked that you were feeling comfortable around him more than he cared to admit.

"There's a lot you might not know, but I'd be happy to fill you in." Your cheeks warmed at the kindness coming from him and you nodded.

The storm raged on outside but the cafe was suddenly becoming a warm sanctuary amidst the darkness. It was an unlikely friendship growing between you both, a mafia underworld leader and a frightened girl who'd stumbled into the cafe by accident.

"My favourite colour is pink but if anyone ever asks it's black," Jisung smirked at you, making you giggle a little as you sipped on your drink. 

"Mine's blue, but the colour of the sky on a really nice summer's day is blue." You admit to him, smiling while you forget the storm completely as you get to know Jisung just that little bit more. 

The night had flown by too quickly for either of you and you hated as you saw the sun coming up through the windows. 

"We stayed up all night?" You laughed nervously, trying to remember the last time you'd ever stayed up this late and it must have been years ago. The light burnt your eyes as you and Jisung stepped out onto the streets, you were still dressed in his guard's clothes and he couldn't help the jealous twinge he got thinking about it.

"Must have," He chuckles softly looking around for a car for you but there was none in sight except for his own.

"Vinny," He whispered in a low voice to one of his men nearby.

"Make sure she gets home safely." Vinny nodded understanding the unspoken order from his boss,

"Don't worry boss, I got this," Vinny told him as he got into one of the waiting cars and Jisung turned his attention to you. Searching in his pockets and handing you a small piece of paper with his number scrawled on it.

"In case you need anything. Don't hesitate to call." You gently took the piece of paper, staring down at it with a mix of surprise and gratitude flickering across your face. You never would have expected his number after a night of just talking,

"Thanks." You whispered before carefully tucking into your pocket and making your way to the car with Vinny inside.

"I'll be seeing you," Jisung called out, watching you with one last lingering gaze before you disappeared into the city and Jisung couldn't shake the weight of concern sitting on his chest.

He knew the dangers that lurked in the streets, especially to someone as unsuspecting as you. He was glad Vinny was going to drive you home but something still weighed down on him as he thought about you more and more being alone and he would do anything to ensure your safety. Maybe he could hire someone to watch over you all of the time, or would that be going too far?

"Boss, we have a meeting with Dante Moretti in an hour." A voice informed him snapping him from his daydream and he sighed nodding his head, there was no rest for the wicked. 

"Can you make sure Vinny stays close to Yn, I want updates on how she's doing." He grumbled as he got into his car, ensuring your safety felt as though he was protecting a piece of his own humanity in the chaos of the world and he was going to do as much as he could to keep you safe.

Someone had been following you and you knew who, he wasn't as sneaky as he thought he was since he was almost 7 feet high and built like he could knock down a brick house with one flick of his wrist. Sighing a little you turned on your heel making Vinny almost crash into you from how abruptly you'd stopped in place.

"Vinny, I'm fine." You told him plainly, staring up at the man who looked as though he'd barely slept a wink in days. Ever since your rendezvous with Jisung a week ago, Vinny had been outside of your apartment and everywhere you went. Part of you thought it was sweet that Jisung had asked him to watch over you but after no contact with Jisung, it was beginning to get annoying.

Maybe he did this to everyone he met and the reason Vinnny was watching you was because Jisung wasn't sure you could be trusted but you'd had enough. You wanted some space and Vinny following you everywhere was drawing attention to you that you didn't need nor want.

"Boss said to watch you." You scoffed a little, if Jisung was that bothered about you being looked after he should have come to check on you himself rather than sending a babysitting,

"Your boss can come and watch me himself, I don't need an armed guard." You gestured to the gun that was on his belt and he glanced at it, it was something all of Jisung's men were issued with.

"But-"

"Go and take a break, I'm going to the bank...okay? Nothing bad is going to happen to me in there. Go get food or something." You pointed to the cafe across the street and he bit down on his lip, disobeying a direct order from Jisung meant he'd probably lose his life.

"I have to go, I have a meeting and if I'm late I'll never get the loan I need." You mumbled, straightening out your outfit and walking in the direction of the large building while Vinny looked at you. He knew you were right and he needed a break and what was five minutes going to do if he went to grab a muffin?

The glass shattered around you as loud popping sounds began to ring out, you ducked a little as you flinched. The man you had been speaking to you dropped to the floor instantly and frowned,

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!" Someone screamed out, your eyes darted in the direction of the voice and your heart began to race. Armed robbers were storming into the bank, their faces covered by clown masks and you cursed yourself for sending Vinny away. 

"Everyone be calm and do as we say and no one has to die." The main man called out as he turned to a man reaching for his wife only to shoot him in the head. Panic gripped you as you sank down onto the floor, none of the masked men had been able to see you since you'd been toward the back of the bank. With trembling fingers you began to hit Jisung's number, you'd had him saved ever since your night together and he was the only person you could think of helping you right now. 

As you continued the rings Jisung answered and your voice barely came out above a whisper,

"Jisung, please...you have to do something." You held your hand over your mouth trying to calm yourself down, if any of them found you, you'd be dead.

"There are robbers...they're holding us hostage." You whispered frantically. Jisung's blood ran cold as he listened to the desperation in your voice. Without hesitating he sprang into action, issuing orders to his men and racing to the scene.

"I'll be right there baby, just stay hidden," He kept you on the phone as he raced to his car, he needed to make sure you were safe.

"Where's Vinny baby, is he with you?" Your breathing was frantic but you tried your best to focus on Jisung rather than the yelling and shouting that was going on.

"I sent him away, to eat...I-I thought I would be okay," You sniffled a little and Jisung wanted to reach through the phone and comfort you, wipe away the tears he knew that were streaming down your face.

"I'll kick his ass for listening to you," He chuckled trying to make you laugh but your breathing stilled as you heard someone coming toward you. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you held your breath trying to hide further under the table,

"Found you, sweetheart." Someone sneered, his voice dripping with malice as he dragged you out from your hiding spot his grip so tight you knew it was going to leave a bruise. 

"Yn?! YN?!" Jisung screamed down the phone, forcing his men to drive faster down the streets toward the bank you were in.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you felt the cold metal of the gun pressed against your temple, you were shoved through the bank toward the front once again.

"Lookey what we have! An example to make of." He smirked as you struggled against his grip, your heart pounding with every beat as you thought about a way to get out of this or a way to drag it out.

"What did we say? Stay calm and no one will get hurt, it seems someone can't listen to rules." The metal of the gun was dragged down your cheek until he placed it underneath your chin, the tears free-falling as you whimpered a little. 

Suddenly, amidst the chaos of the other men shuffling money into banks, the sound of sirens pierced through the air, signalling that police were outside. The grip the man had on you faltered for a second, his attention on the threat of the police. Mustering up all your strength and with the surge of adrenaline, you twisted free from his grasp, ducking out of his grasp and making a run for the safety of a desk. The man cursed as he scrambled after you, just as he got close a shadow emerged from nowhere and stared down at him.

"Jisung." You breathed out as he stared down at the man who had grabbed you, his moments were swift as he subdued the robber and put him to the floor aiming a gun at him this time.

"Did he hurt you? Did he touch you?" Jisung stared over at you, your breath catching in your throat as you watched him closely and you shook your head.

"I'm fine, just scared." You admitted as he nodded, turning his attention back to the other robbers who were all on their knees with their hands behind their heads. Everyone knew not to fuck with Jisung if they knew what was good for them and Jisung waited for the cops to come in. 

"How are you doing?" Jisung asked as he sat beside you in front of the fireplace, after the robbery Jisung had taken you back to his place deciding that he didn't want you to be alone tonight.

"Fine, just like I was fine the other twenty-two times you asked," You said, teasing him a little for how often he'd been asking you the same question since getting there.

"I just want to make sure," He sighed, wrapping the blanket around your shoulder more and smiling at you. Your heart began to beat faster as you were cuddled so close to him.

"You're the first person I wanted to call when it happened." You admit, after the events of the day you weren't going to hold back telling him how you felt about him since there was no point, you never knew what could happen.

"Why?" He blushed a little as you watched him closely,

"I like you...a lot, and I wanted to hear from you one last time in case...In case I died-"

"I would never let anything happen to you," He whispered, clutching your hand in his and holding it on his lap.

"No?" You giggled a little as he ran his hand over your cheek and gently rubbed his thumb over your skin,

"No. I should kick Vinny's ass for leaving you." He grumbled, he'd wanted to do it after getting you from the bank but you'd begged him to take you home, not wanting to stay there any longer than you had to.

"I told him to." You reminded him but Jisung scoffed at the thought, the only person Vinny should have been listening to was Jisung and Jisung alone.

"He should only take orders from me." He grumbled a little and you inched closer to him, 

"You're cute when you're mad." Your voice came out low and seductive as you gently kissed his jawline.

"Y-Yeah?" He stuttered a little as he felt you closer to him, his heart racing as you began to kiss his jaw again.

"Yeah, and hot when you're being the hero for me." You added before kissing his neck a little, his whole body flaming as his cheeks burnt bright red.

"Yn...Y-You went through something traumatic today, we should probably wait,"

"Why?" You stopped still and looked up at him, his eyes staring down at you, he wanted to, more than anything, but he didn't want to rush you into something.

"I don't want you to do something you'll regret." You smiled warmly at him,

"I promise I won't," You whispered before kissing him softly, his arms wrapping around your waist as the blanket you were wearing dropped from your shoulders. 

Jisung carefully laid you down on the floor, kissing down your neck as he pulled the shirt you were wearing off your body.

"I've wanted you for so long," He groans, kissing down your bare chest and sucking on your nipples causing your back to arch off the floor.

"So don't waste any more time," You pleaded with him as he smirked, kissing down your chest until he reached your panty line which he quickly tore off you and threw somewhere in the room.

"I don't let anyone order me around but for you, I'll make an exception." He groans before putting your legs on his shoulders before pushing his face into your cunt. His tongue slowly licked through your folds as you let out a strangled moan of his name.

"J-Jisung," You cry out, your hands pushed into his hair and you ground your hips against his face needing more than what he was giving to you. Jisung didn't miss the hint though as he picked up the pace, eating you out like a man starved as he moaned against your clit sending vibrations up and down your spine.

"F-Fuck! R-Right there," You cry out as he continued to suck on your clit, his fingers pushing into you and sending you closer to the edge. Jisung smirked up at you, your eyes were screwed shut and your head rolled back as you gave into him.

"G-Gonna..Fuck I'm so close," You cried out louder, Jisung curled his fingers to your g-spot, moving his fingers at a brutal pace until you screamed his name out as your first orgasm hits you. 

"So loud for me, I love it." He groans as you pull him up and kiss him deeply, not caring if you could taste yourself on his lips but just desperate for him.

"Want you," You grumbled as you quickly stripped him of the suit pants he was wearing and rubbed his cock through his boxers earning a grunt from him.

"I've got an IUD," You whisper to him when you see him searching around for something and he relaxes a little, kissing you deeply as you lay back down on the floor, your legs spread on either side of his hips.

"You sure?"

"Jisung, please," You whined out, spreading your legs further apart as Jisung lined himself up, easing into you at a slow and torturous pace.

"M-More," You begged as you rocked your hips up a little until he was pushed to the hilt, a strangled moan leaving both your throats. Jisung smirked at you as he slowly pulled out of you, only to slam back into you as you let out a scream of his name. He began thrusting into you, harder and faster than before as your hands dragged down his back. 

"You're so tight, angel, you close?" He groans out as you clench around him again, moaning out his name as he continues his brutal pace. You'd had sex plenty of times but nothing compared to this, Jisung had you on the edge from just a few thrusts.

"You make me insane for you," He growls out as he continues to fuck into you,

"G-Good, you do the same for me," You whine out, rolling your hips in time to meet his thrust as you feel the familiar tension building inside of you.

"S-Shit, Jisung." You moan out as he grips your hips, his thrusts getting more determined,

"C-Cum for me angel," He groans, as if on his command you came around him, screaming his name out as you rocked your hips riding out your orgasm. Jisung wasn't far behind as he panted into your neck, his hips slowly to a still making you giggle a little.

"Let's go and get cleaned up," He whimpered a little, his hips shaking as you nodded and wriggled beneath him.

The morning sun filtered through the blinds in Jisung's room and he cursed himself for not getting blackout ones like he wanted to. The memories of last night began to filter through his mind leaving him smirking as reached out beside him. He frowned, a pang of unease gripping his chest as he stared at the empty space beside him. Had you regretted the night before?

With a heavy sigh, Jisung rose from the bed and rubbed the back of his neck. Your clothes were still in his room along with your bag and phone which meant you were still around somewhere he just had to find you. He padded down the stairs, an overwhelming sense of gratitude filling him when he saw you standing in the kitchen with your hands on your hips yelling at someone.

"I wanted to cook for him, what's the big deal!?" You cried out at the old lady who had swatted your hands away with a spatula when she found you cooking.

"He only lets me cook for him, it's the safest way." You rolled your eyes, about to tell her who you were when someone wrapped their arms around you.

"Come back to bed, let Sophia make our food so I can fuck your brains out," He whispered in your ear, biting down on your ear as you let out a small moan following him without question.

"So no regrets?" He asked, threading his fingers between yours as he led you back to the stairs.

"No regrets," You smirked kissing him on the cheek and rushing off up the stairs to his room again.

"I hate you," Felix's date said as he stood beside her, her arms folded across her chest as she stared at him looking completely pissed off that she had to be there.

"I hate you more, my little firecracker," He smirked down at her and you cuddled closer to Jisung as you watched the exchange.

"It's strange that's how they express their love," You giggled a little as Jisung took your hand in his, gently kissing the top of it before pulling you into his chest.

"Hmm, think we should uninvite them from the wedding?" Jisung smirked as you slapped his chest softly, hushing him. A charity event wasn't the place to announce your upcoming wedding, you wanted to do it properly and at a dinner with all of them together.

"We'll see you later," Seungmin's date whispered before hugging you and running off toward the stairs with Seungmin.

"They're going to fuck," Jisung laughed softly making you roll your eyes at him.

"They could just be wanting a private moment," You elbowed him in the chest as he chuckled to himself he knew what the couple were up to, since he and you had snuck off at parties to do the same thing plenty of times in the past.

"To fuck." He added as you groaned at him, pulling him to go and dance with you.

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mornings with jisung ✨

hello 👋🏻 i have a short lil drabble here that i thought of after watching a han tik tok. i hope you guys enjoy it 💖

feedback is always appreciated 🥰

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The voices of Changbin and Chan wakes you from your slumber. You nuzzle your face into Han's chest, trying your best to fall back to sleep. Your boyfriend slides his hand across your waist before pulling you closer to him.

Your hand slips under the shirt he's wearing, your fingertips gliding along his abs. Han giggles at your touch and arches his back. "That tickles," he mumbles quietly, the hand resting beneath your neck moves to the back of your head.

"Sorry," you laugh. You lean back slightly so you can look up at him. His dark hair covers his eyes a bit, and you bring a hand to his face, moving it out of the way.

Han leans down to press a kiss on your forehead. Your heart flutters in your chest and you close your eyes, feeling his fingers combing through your hair.

"What time is it?" You mutter, resting your hand on his chest. Han turns a bit, taking his hand off of your waist to grab his phone.

"It's five-thirty," he groans.

You squeeze your eyes shut, releasing a groan as well. "It's so early. Why do they get up so early," you complain.

"They go to the gym," Han whispers, turning his head back towards you. "Technically I go with them, but I don't want to leave."

"You normally don't miss a day working out with them, right?" You ask him, hooking one of your legs over his waist.

Han nods his head in response while gliding his hand up your thigh. "Normally, yeah. But, it's not every day I get to see you," he tells you with a small smile.

"I'll be here when you get back if you want to join them. I know you guys are trying to keep fit and all," you reason with him, not planning to leave his apartment anytime soon. "I'll probably just go back to sleep."

"Are you sure?"

You chuckle and nod your head, moving your leg off of him. "Absolutely, baby," you grin up at him, nuzzling your face into the pillow you're using.

Han leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss, both of you humming at the action. "I love you, sweetie," he whispers against your lips, placing another kiss on them.

"I love you too, sweetness," you hum, pulling back from him. "Have a good workout, okay?"

Your boyfriend nods his head while getting out of bed. You immediately grab a hold of his pillow, hugging it to your chest. You rest your eyes as he gets dressed, hearing him call out to Chan and Binnie.

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[hanjisunglover]

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 - Han Jisung

pairing: boyfriend!han jisung x fem!reader

genre: fluff, romcom

warnings: jisung is shirtless, y/n is really insecure but just at the start

summary: y/n and jisung are living together after years of being a couple, y/n still admire him every time that she see him.

There's two type of people in the world.

The one that makes sure to have always someone around them, being a relationship since 13 years old, getting married to them at 20 and start a family at 22. Or at leas that was your mom did, and what your parents love nest is since then.

The second type is someone like you, with zero experience. Never had a kiss, never had someone that bought you flowers - maybe just your dad when you graduated from high school. That made you felt cut off from your group of friends? yeah, that's pretty normal. Specially when you're 23, and no one beside you.

That changed really quick when your best friend's brother entered in your group of friend, Han Jisung was never been in your mind before that moment. Your best friend always told you to, be aware of him, that he play around so you needed to ignore his flirts! but when he looks at you like that, with his curly brown hair and a smirk in his face because he knows that you were falling for him, it was just about time.

You were studying for an assignment for your university in the desk in the common bedroom, Jisung is taking a shower. The atmosphere it's soft, cozy, almost routine. And as you type words on your laptop your mind just fly to your boyfriend, and all the first things that he was for you. Your first kiss, your first time, your first holding hands, your first person.

"baby?" Jisung's voice it's clear as you move away from your thoughts, your gaze meet his bare back, his bare back. A white towel around his waist, his hair still humid form the shower, your breath catch your throat. His bare back.

"y/n." He repeat, and then he turn, that's enough for you to make your mind dizzy, "eh?" Jisung laugh at your expression, but you can't stop admiring his chest, bare chest. "can you answer me?"

Jisung tilts his head aside, moving closer to you, you swallow because now you need to look at him moving your head lightly up, his fingers grab your chin gently, brushing your lower lip. "can't, you're too distracting."

You mumbling, making him chuckling, " 'm looking for my sweater, do you know where it is?" Shaking your head lightly, he move backward again, going back in the wardrobe looking for the blue sweater.

You keep your eyes on his bare back, and suddenly Jisung start to flex his muscles, flexing his arms and turning lightly to your direction, you can't contain your laugh. "whatcha doin'?"

"shush, I'm trying to seduce you," Jisung start laugh with you, stopping from whatever he was doing and getting close to you, stroking your cheeks gently with his hands and you just can smile at him, "first time someone try to seduce me."

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five more minutes || h. jisung

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ contents: han jisung x reader, college au, established relationship, fluff, slightly suggestive, intense make out sesh, disgusting amounts of mutual simping

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ word count: 1.8K

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ warnings: tinyyy bit suggestive (this whole fic is just one really long kiss scene LMAO), one (1) hickey is given to reader

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ a/n: repost from my old instagram under starryy.chan. this is like 2 and a half years old so i’m not sure how great the writing still is but i hope you enjoy regardless! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

now playing : whisper - park jiwoo

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If a more perfect end of your day existed, you didn’t think you wanted it.

It had been meeting under that giant oak tree on campus, just to sneak a few kisses after your last classes of the day ended. Then Jisung had dragged you to a nearly secret bakery, hidden along the outskirts of the university campus, where the store owner had offered you a small box of macarons with the chocolate cheesecake you’d shared. You’d taken them snugly in their container back to Jisung’s apartment, where the treats had been devoured over a heated and exhilarating few rounds of uno. 

You’d decided on a simple dinner: a pizza (or maybe it was two) to share over loud discussion and banter, where he relentlessly teased you and you argued playfully back. With him, the rhythm of conversation flowed effortlessly- and over every possible topic you could explore. Because it was just that easy with him, just that natural. 

And Jisung had the unique ability to make you laugh with hardly any effort. What was even better was how much you knew he attempted to bring out your smile and loud giggles simply because he loved them. He never failed to tell you that, and it always left you a flustered mess. Which, of course, he also adored.

And after way too much teasing and silly banter and lame puns just to crack a smile, Jisung pulled you onto his lap. He hugged you close, sighing in content when you let your head fall onto his chest. His heartbeat in your ear, paired with the sound of his breathing, was so calming as you binged several episodes of a favourite show. Occasionally, the boy pressed a kiss to your forehead or around the crown of your head. You, in turn, laced your fingers through his and played with his various silver rings and admired the black polish on his nails.

Yes. Yes, you barely paid any attention to the TV. And could you be blamed, when every time you peeked at Jisung, you could see the pure love shining from his eyes as he looked back at you with that beautiful smile of his?

And after what had been nearly six hours together, it became apparent that the day would have to end at some point. You had early classes, and Jisung worked at 9 am, which meant the two of you needed to momentarily part ways. Jisung drove the short fifteen minutes to your place, before pausing in front of the building. Looking out the car window into the night, you felt a sad little pang to your heart.

“You have everything?” Jisung inquired, offering you your bag. You took the thin straps in one hand, nodding slowly before looking up at him.

Describing what Jisung meant to you was always hard. You knew you loved him, but it was more than that. You felt safe with him, and when you were around him all your worries seemed to melt away. Especially late at night, you hated to leave.

“I don’t want to say goodbye.” You confessed, feeling a little silly. It wasn’t like you weren’t going to see him soon. After all, you went to the same university together and texted pretty much constantly. But for some reason, tonight it was even harder to step out of the car.

Jisung must have noticed, because he gently pulled the backpack from your grasp and replaced it with his hand. He slid his fingers to fit between yours, making your heart do all sorts of acrobatics in your chest. He slowly smiled at you, allowing his other hand to rest lightly on your thigh as he leaned closer to murmur,

“Let’s make it a long one then.”

He moved in to press his lips to yours, softly taking your lips in his. You responded instantly, inhaling as you moved your mouth to the rhythm Jisung set- a leisurely pace that sent your mind spiraling at his touch. His free hand found a stray piece of your hair to tuck behind your ear as he kissed the corner of your lips, then your cheek and jawline with several more slow pecks. You sighed in absolute content, eyes closing to focus on what you were feeling- the tickle of his breath on your skin before each press of his warm lips, the occasional touch of his tongue that made you shiver, the brush of his fingers as they wound around your neck to tangle into your hair.

Here you could sense the embers sparking to life in your veins as you pulled him in for another kiss. This one was firmer, more needy than before; you sucked on his bottom lip, hearing a low hum from his throat as he tugged lightly at your hair, bringing your face as close as possible to him. “I love you,” he whispered, and then again and again with every added press. Butterflies flew up your throat; his air was your only air- and the only air you felt you’d ever need or want again. 

Kissing Jisung was exhilarating. Like a drop on a rollercoaster played over and over; a stutter of your heart felt in the best kind of way.

Your fingertips landed lightly on his shoulder, before slowly bunching the fabric of his blue sweater. His kisses remained heated but came along slower; they savoured yours, each methodical roll of his tongue purposeful. He knew the best ways to rile you up- and luckily you knew his weaknesses, too. You allowed your hand to drop and brush along his forearm, dragging your fingers up his arm and around his neck. You felt him shiver at the same time you did, as his hand released yours to grasp your waist. In one swift motion Jisung pulled you over the seat to tumble onto his lap as his lips continued their abuse on your own. You responded with equal enthusiasm as you found a tight grasp on his dark locks and pulled harshly. He grunted and urged you closer, kissing you ravenously- you heard him pant out, “Y/n-”

You became acutely aware of the warmth of his thighs underneath you, the firm muscles of his chest pressed to yours, and every touch of his skin on yours. His teeth nibbling your bottom lip was more than enough to drive you near insanity, and his firm grip sliding over your hips did nothing to help that. You wanted absolutely no space between the two of you, nothing but him and you stuck together like glue. And it seemed Jisung had the same idea, as he wriggled his arms out of the sleeves of his sweater, the sleeveless white tee underneath already precarious over his shoulders. Your fingertips traced over his arms again- this time, you could feel the burning heat of his skin, the flexing of his biceps as his hold on your waist tightened, his breathing coming out unsteady. 

Through the fuzziness of your mind, you felt words you didn’t mean come from your parted lips. “Shouldn’t- shouldn’t we go?”

“No-” Jisung managed, kissing you like he might never have the chance again. His kisses trailed south, making you gasp as he found your throat and quickened his pace over your skin. And between each peck: “Five- more- minutes.”

As if you hadn’t been hoping he’d say that.

And any last whisper of a thought to go was buried once his lips found its place right under the curve of your jawline, a sensitive spot only Jisung knew about. You gasped as his teeth nipped at your skin, shooting fire through your veins as it left a mark. His hands gently rocked your hips over his, and you stuttered out a whine. Jisung’s murmurs- words completely  lost in your hazy state- were breathy and low, making you shiver as the warmth of his breath tickled your skin before his lips made contact along your neck again. Feather kisses fluttered across your collarbone, accompanied by his hands winding around your neck, thumb absentmindedly brushing your jawline. 

His words were whispered louder this time, and you finally heard them clearly. “ Let’s lose time, Princess.” He breathed as his lips touched your ear, and goosebumps erupted over your skin. They trailed along your jaw, before your mouths were locked again, and his words disappeared in favour of sloppy kisses.

Your mouth was captive to his, and content to remain so. His hands ran up and down your sides, fingers teasing the hem of your hoodie to skim his fingertips over your burning skin. It sent shivers across your body, and a soft breathy whine left your lips as your fingers found purchase in his locks again. Your brain was a jumbled mess, just every cell of your existence intent on Jisung, whose mouth worked wonders as he slid his tongue along your bottom lip, before diving in again.

You swore you could have spent hours just kissing him, bodies pressed together, air a distant and seemingly inessential thing at the moment. His hands teased you under your sweatshirt, while his lips continued their breathtaking work with yours. You felt on fire, heat simmering over every inch of your skin and burning where his lips touched you. At last, some sense seemed to come back to the both of you, and Jisung’s kisses slowed to softer, slower movements.

“Princess?” He murmured against your lips at last, and you knew that it really was time for the two of you to go.

You pulled away, breathing heavily as your eyes refocused onto Jisung in front of you. He was also panting, eyes looking back at you. For a minute you were both still; then Jisung’s hands dropped to find yours, fingers tangling between your own.

“Did you know I love you?” He whispered- like it was a promise, a secret  just for the two of you. And it only mattered that you knew it.

You ducked your head to plant a soft kiss to his swollen lips, feeling him grin into the kiss when you did. You lingered close when you leaned back, noses nearly touching, his breath tickling your face. “I think you’ve told me.”

His eyes flickered to yours, and the adoration in them made your breath catch. 

“I love you, Ji.” You whispered, brushing his bangs away from his eyes. You watched him slowly smile- the kind of smile that had you feeling something far beyond happy- before resting your head on his shoulder.

His arms wound around your waist, fingertips gently drawing circles over your back. It was silent and peaceful for a moment before Jisung spoke again.

“We really should go-”

You shushed him with a quick kiss before collapsing against his chest again. “Five more minutes.”

Jisung laughed softly, and when his grip on you tightened and his head fell against yours, you knew you’d won him over.

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what am I missing?

act eleven: “At least I didn’t walk on you guys naked.”

feat: bang chan x f.reader, seo changbin x f.reader, han jisung x f.reader

↳ in your mid to late twenties you’re left wondering if you missed your sexual awakening. With a the help of friends you start to really find yourself.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole angst, a little fluff, body image issues, and self doubt, cussing all smut warnings listed below for what is in this story.

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𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐚𝐧: I’m interested to see what people think about each of the boys right now n

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole nipple play, clit and vaginal fingering, lots of dry humping and some dirty talk, oral (fem & male receiving), piv, unprotected sex, groping, threesome, use or traffic light system, choking, and spanking, the mc calls herself a slut more warning to come. Soft but dominant jisung, kinda sub reader for jisung. Being tied up during sex. Names such as, baby, my girl, and princess

Laying in Chan’s bed his body is right behind you as he rolls his hips into yours at a slow pace. His hand grips your breast touching your sensitive nipple just the way you like. Your hand grips the sheets below. Leaning your head back you give him full access to your exposed neck.

“Baby,” he moans against your neck.

“Ch-chan,” you can barely piece together his name. The angle he’s entering you in over and over has him brushing the spot inside you that has you seeing stars. Each thrust leaves you gasping feeling like you’re on the verge of falling apart. His hand rests on your soft stomach. He squeezes the flesh before pulling your hips back against his meeting his thrust. The feeling of his hands all over your body makes you feel dizzy.

Your night started out innocent after you got back from the diner. Chan made it seem like he only wanted to cuddle. You just watched a couple episodes of a show you had been watching before you laid in his bed curled up next to each other. His morning wood poking your side as you woke up let you know his body was betraying him. An innocent morning kiss soon led to both of you shedding your clothes.

His slow thrusts were firm and each time hit the sensitive spot inside of you it left you feeling desperate for more. Your orgasm washes over you like a hot wave. Your brain can’t seem to form any other words than his name. Reaching back you grab his hand holding on tight. Your head rolls back resting on his shoulder as your walls contract around his length.

“Fuck,” he groans.

“Chan-.” You’re a mess completely drunk on the feeling of your orgasm.

“Fuck I’m gonna to cum.”

“Please.” Your high is still washing over you as you push your hips back. He never stops as you ride out your high. He picks up his pace, snapping his hips into yours faster.

“Say my name.” He moans as your high is ending.

“Chan, baby.”

His thrusts are getting sloppier. He’s on the brink of falling apart just like you.

“Chan you feel so good,” you moan as his hand moves to your core. His finger makes quick work on your sensitive clit. A white hot feeling takes over you as he comes moaning your name. His hands don’t leave your clit until they fall apart again moments after him.

Your chest rises and falls as you struggle to come down. He holds your body close to him pressing his lips anywhere he can reach. You stay like that for a while. Both of you just silently coming down from your highs as he kisses your shoulder over and over.

He removes himself from you and quickly ties off the rubber before laying on his back as his chest rises and falls. He doesn’t say anything, he just pulls your naked body practically on top of him.

You just lay there for a long moment taking in his closeness.

“I could go for some coffee,” you say before pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone.

“Let’s get up and make some coffee and breakfast.”

Crawling out of his bed. You pull on your underwear and wonder if you should just put back on your work clothes. Before you can even start to get dressed Chan hands you an oversized sweater you’ve left here before. He pulls on just a pair of boxer briefs not bothering to put on anything else.

“I don’t have pajama bottoms,” you sigh.

“So just wear your sweater and underwear. Hell you can walk around naked if you,” give you a cheeky smile before he leans over and presses his lips to your cheek.

“Meet you in the kitchen,” he taps your butt before walking out of his room.

Meeting Chan in the kitchen he makes you both a cup of coffee. He mentions being hungry so you both work on making some bacon and eggs together. Things between you feel so easy as you help each other cook. Chan takes every moment he can to either touch you or give you a quick kiss.

Sitting there together eating breakfast as you talk about work and about another friend's upcoming birthday. After eating you even do the dishes together. Walking into the living space you’re caught off guard by the sound of the door pin pad being accessed. The front door opens and you’re shocked to see Changbin walk in wearing his gym clothes.

You’re instantly reminded that Chan is only in his underwear and you’re wearing an oversized sweater with panties no bra on.

“Hey,” Changbin says awkwardly. His eyes stayed locked on you, not even bothering to look at Chan.

“Bin what are you doing here?” Chan steps closer to you.

“I was gonna see if you wanted to go to the gym. I had no clue that YN is here.”

“I spent the night,” you finally speak up.

“Oh,” Changbin instantly smirks, raising his eyebrow.

“At least I didn’t walk on you guys naked,” Changbin laughs.

“You’ve seen me naked,” you say.

“True and I would love to see you naked again, it’s just Channie over here. I would really prefer not to see his dick right now.”

Chan scoffs before sitting on the couch.

“Did I ruin a moment?” He sits his backpack on the ground.

You look over at Chan who looks unamused by the appearance of his best friend. You move over and sit down next to him. Chan gives you a soft smile before looking over at Changbin. “No it’s fine Bin.”

“I feel like I should go,” Changbin says.

“You can stay Bin. I was thinking YN and I could watch a movie and hang out.”

Changbin pauses and looks at you before he looks between you and Chan. “You should stay. We’re just hanging out right now.”

He takes slow breath before he moves over and sits down on the couch next to you. Chan rests his hand on your thigh as he turns on the tv. He flips through Netflix as he and Changbin try to pick something to watch. You don’t say anything, you just take in the comfortable feeling that has taken over you. This situation should feel weird but for some reason it doesn’t. You know Chan might feel a little awkward about this but he’s acting like everything is fine.

Changbin nudges your side without saying anything. You look over at him and he gives you a smile. He leans over and presses his lips to the top of your head before leaning back and getting comfortable.

“I have to say I feel a little overdressed right now.”

“I can get dressed,” you say, realizing Changbin might feel uncomfortable.

“You don’t have to get dressed. I’m talking about Chan who is just chilling in his underwear.”

Chan looks over and raises his eyebrow before squeezing your thigh. “I’m comfortable, and last I checked YN is comfortable.”

“Are you comfortable?” Changbin asked.

“Absolutely.” You feel like the Changbin question has a double meaning but right now you don’t want to think about that. You just want to enjoy the day with both of the boys.

Regarding my taglist: I’m tagging so many people like 300+ people and the the amount of reblogs and interactions I’m getting compared to my taglist make me quite sad. I kindly ask if you request to be tagged that you interact with my writing. It takes me a really long time to make sure I tag everyone. Im going to start removing silent readers and blank blogs to make tagging easier. If anyone wants to be added to this stories taglist I have decided to close it for now. I can’t add anymore people unfortunately. Im really asking for interaction if I’m spending the time to tag you.

Thank you to anyone who has been replaying to the post and reblogging them.

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Reader reacts to boyfriend!Jisung's thirst traps

Warnings : suggestive, swearing

A/N : This is part 2 to the reacting to Stray Kids thirst traps! I already made one for Seungmin and Minho's is coming soon! Let me know if you want to see the others 🫶💕

part 1

⚠️Minors do not interact with this post ⚠️

[hyunjinniesgirl]

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hi besties!! i haven't posted in so long so here's a lil ot8 fluff i've had in my drafts for a while :') pls note that i'll also be renovating my blog and updating my tag system over the next few weeks months so if my blog looks weird n inconsistent that's why!! okie i hope u enjoy this one!! :33

wc: 2k (roughly 250 words per member)

genre: fluff!! members x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of food

bang chan - the dependable couple

you and chan are the boys’ go-tos when they need any kind of help. since chan is their leader, you often pick up on his habits and take care of the kids without anyone asking you to. if one day one of the members looks particularly down you’ll chat with them and keep them company in attempts to liven their spirits the same way you know chan would if he was there. it may sound weird to others, but chan fell in love with you through the love and care you showed his members. his favorite thing about you is how compassionate and empathetic you are without expecting anything in return, but of course chan does his best to be everything you deserve in a partner. 

the boys will also come to you guys for relationship advice!! if they’re having troubles with their partners the two of you always offer a supportive shoulder, listening to them and helping them resolve the problem in a healthy manner!! the members feel comfortable around you both enough to talk about every aspect of their relationship (even the things you don’t particularly want to know about) and you and chan happily give them a safe space to feel and express their feelings. you two are the designated relationship repair duo and their partners have no clue, they genuinely just think the other boys came to their senses on their own lmfao.

lee know - the practically married couple

all of the members constantly make fun of you two for playing house in the dorm. you don’t even live there but you could often be seen making dinner or reorganizing their fridge (it’s all minho’s ingredients anyway). when you’re bickering over something stupid the boys will make jokes like “ugh the parents are fighting again” and it makes you giggle to yourself but you carry on with the bit for funsies “i’m not your parent until minho gets on his knee and gives me a ring!” “ah jagiya stop with that, i thought we agreed not in front of the kids!” 

despite the bickering—because we all know minho is an instigator—the two of you are seen being sweet to each other a lot. minho likes to keep his arm around you so it’s easy to pull you in for loooong soft kisses whenever he pleases, looking down at you with soft eyes and teasing you before pulling you in for another hearty kiss. the other members just groan when they walk in on you two making out softly on the couch. you’re the deep clean the house on sunday mornings while listening to love songs couple, getting distracted when your song comes on. your cleaning supplies are long forgotten as the two of you dance around the living room, minho spinning and dipping you theatrically making you explode in a fit of giggles before he holds you close, your back to his chest, and sways you in place while singing the rest of the song into your ear. 

bonus: the two of you are kid and pet magnets. soonie doongie and dori adore you, and your little cousin never wants to let go of minho’s hand when he comes with you to family parties. 

seo changbin - the family oriented couple 

even if you aren’t too fond of your family, you’re fond of changbin’s family. changbin introduced you to his family early in your relationship and you knew there wouldn’t be any way around it. you were scared at first, knowing that his mom and sister play a big role in his life and it didn’t help that every time he was on the phone with them he’d talk about you endlessly, praising you the same way he raps—so fast his mom and sister are scared he isn’t even breathing on the other end of the line. of course, the initial meeting goes smoothly and you’re a regular at the seo household. now that he has you, changbin’s mom definitely makes him do more domestic stuff in front of you like help her make dinner and help her clean to show you just how husband material he is hehe. 

baby. photos. so many of them. when you get on texting basis, binnie’s mom will send you baby pictures she finds of changbin and while he doesn’t get embarrassed by it, it’ll become so frequent to the point where if you’re cooing at something on your phone he’ll assume its his mom. your lock screen is def a picture of baby changbin wearing a cute lil sunhat squinting in the sun, and then you unlock your phone and your home screen is big changbin wearing a sunhat squinting in the sun :D

hwang hyunjin - the romantic couple 

i feel like this is so obvious but being with hyunjin is like being the main character in a romance novel. that boy does all the puppy love stuff except he’s actually in love with you. he buys you flowers on his way back from the jyp building, buys you books and writes poems on the back of the receipts, sings to you when you can’t sleep, and always takes the time to understand where you’re coming from if he unknowingly upsets you. the romantic and grand gestures never end with him because he refuses to let the honeymoon phase die, no matter how hard it gets. 

spontaneous trips together are your “thing.” when hyunjin has three or more days off he’ll always want to go on a short trip even if the destination is only a few train stops away. truly the king of romantic staycations!! once you get to your destination your first mission is to stake out the pool and swim together if the weather is nice :’) hyunjin likes to have swimming races with you but when you’re both tired and out of energy, he’ll wrap your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck talking softly while floating around the pool. with the sun setting in the background and hyunjin’s warm body against you, you feel completely relaxed and grateful for the alone time with him. you explore the city for the next few days taking candid photos of each other with hyunjin’s fancy camera :')

bonus: the two of you definitely have a scrapbook or box of film photos and they’re just filled with cute goofy pictures of each other :’)

han jisung - the lazy day couple 

your favorite thing to do together is rot in bed and watch anime. the two of you do go on dates from time to time but nothing beats cuddling on the couch and watching tv with an abundance of snacks surrounding you. the two of you would be blissfully catching up on anime when one of you shifts and accidentally sits on the remote, exiting the show you were watching. you both look at each other with wide eyes, irritated like “why tf would you do that you just ruined the suspense” and when you fish the remote from under your butt ji makes a fake tsking noise. you also nap all day together when he has a day off after continuous exhausting schedules, losing track of time just falling asleep in each other's arms then waking up to kiss and talk sleepily then go back to sleep.

you settle everything with rock paper scissors, always. winner picks the food and loser pays. ji loses almost every time to the point where you think he’s doing it on purpose (not quite sure how you lose rock paper scissors on purpose but ji tries so that you don’t have to pay and you can eat whatever you want :D). you also do rock paper scissors to determine who gets up to turn off the lights, who throws away the trash, who actually gets up to get the food from the delivery person. watching jisung eat is the highlight of your day, watching his puffy cheeks fill up with food, you just peck kisses on him while he eats. 

lee felix - the cuddly couple 

yongbok skinship king :’) he just wants you closer even if you’re nose to nose, and you feel the same way. let’s say you weren’t very into skinship at first but the more felix would sneak up behind you, wrap his arms delicately around your waist and speak softly in your ear, the more you would fold for the sunshine man. when the two of you go to the farmer’s market he always holds your hand, only letting go to check how ripe a few avocados are before grabbing your hand once again. he just really can’t resist touching you in one way or another so that everyone knows that you’re a couple, but not even in a possessive way, he just feels comfort knowing that he can express his affection for you publicly. felix is definitely the type of guy to rub his thumb in small circles while your fingers are intertwined. and you don’t mind one bit. 

he doesn’t mind being affectionate with you around the boys because he’s equally as affectionate with them. he will definitely kiss everyone’s forehead goodnight because he doesn’t want them to feel left out when he kisses yours. he feels no shame kissing you in front of the members, though they are typically rated pg kisses, just pecks or closed mouth kisses, he just isn’t shy with affection. he’ll call you sweet nicknames around them too like honey, sweetheart, baby, literally anything but your name. 

bonus: bokkie likes playing video games but he likes them better when you’re sitting on his lap or straddling him like a koala and he just snakes his arms around you to play (i know that doesn’t sound too comfy but the thought of it is v v cute to me ok.) 

kim seungmin - the couple that no one believes is a couple

kim seungmin reserves his softest moments for you and only you. in private, seungmo kisses your forehead, holds your face in his hands to bump noses and scratches your head when you lay it on his lap, but when you’re around other people he won’t even think about being outwardly affectionate with you aside from a mere “jagi” when trying to get your attention. this raised problems at the beginning stages of your relationship because you had assumed his lack of affection towards you around other people was because he was embarrassed of you. in reality seungmo just wanted you to know that those moments are special to him and he didn’t think your friend circles needed to see the two of you like that. after all of this gets cleared up, minnie makes sure to pull you onto his lap or wrap an arm around you whenever you’re with the other members or your friends.

again i feel like this is so obvious but he likes to tease!! sometimes you’ll pretend to be offended by one of his jokes and fake pout until he holds your face in his hands and kisses all over your cheeks, forehead, and nose. you’ll get him back by threatening to spoil the book or manga he’s currently reading which is a very effective tactic and it shuts him right up.

bonus: in the mornings minnie will make the two of you coffee (or tea if you prefer) and bring it back to you in bed so that you can enjoy your morning together talking about the dreams that you had the night before and your plans for the day while sipping on your drinks hehe

yang jeongin - the aesthetic couple 

if you look up the definition of boyfriend in the dictionary you’ll find a picture of yang jeongin. and if you go through his camera roll, it’s all pictures of you. you with a printed face mask on, you and the big soft serve ice cream you bought at the fair, you holding the big stuffed bear he won you, and every single picture is instagram worthy. your boyfriend has truly been trained well because every picture he takes of you is perfect and all of your friends are jealous. the two of you also make whoever you’re with take plandid pictures of the two of you, especially when you coordinate outfits. 

the two of you coordinate outfits so much that even on days when you don’t intend to, the color of your top and the color of jeongin’s bottoms match effortlessly. And don’t even get me started on shoes. jeongin’s shoe addiction is everyone’s problem, especially yours. because now you’re downing in shoes that match with him; same style, different color. keeping up with the clothes theme, you often steal each other's clothes to the point where you barely remember what belongs to who. innie would be running late for a lesson and be frustrated because he wanted to wear a particular hoodie but couldn’t find it anywhere. that evening on facetime with you he notices you’re wearing the hoodie and just stares at you with his adorable puppy eyes. “what’s wrong, baby?” “that’s not your hoodie!” “yes, it is!” “no it isn’t, i wore it a few weeks ago!” “because i let you borrow it!”

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[feelbokkie]

soft thought 005

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han jisung is the type of boyfriend that would quickly pull you back into bed if you even tried to get up in the middle of a cuddle session or in the middle of the night. he would latch onto you tightly, nestling his face into your neck while mumbling out a whiny "하지 마 (hajima)," his voice slightly raspy from sleep or several hours of unuse. his breath tickling your neck as his lips brush against it. if you tried to argue that you need to use the bathroom or something, he'll only cling on tighter

[minhxn]

Need Your Attention — Han Jisung + partial Lee Minho.

In which you and Han make each other a little too jealous over each other, and it leads to you both realizing you want more than just friends... who sometimes sleep together. | Fluff, little angst, mention of smut.

Warnings: drinking, slightly implied Minsung, jealousy, friends with benefits, slight NSFW, minors do not interact!. potential sub!han (probably in part two)

Wordcount: 2.6k

part one. | part two. (coming soon) | part three ???

You weren’t sure how long you’d been staring. 

With your eyes fixed across the club, all you really could do was watch. It tore a pit into your chest so deep you almost thought your heart would fall right through. 

All of your senses were on edge, and there was a heat burning in your core so hot it felt like fire. 

Something like this happening was far from your kind when you first entered the club with the members. Han had practically begged you to come out with them. 

You knew you should’ve said no, but there was just something so convincing in the way he asked you with big pleading eyes. You broke with just a simple tilt of his head, the small smile that always seemed to ghost across his lips was seared into your mind now. Look what your weak resolve had gotten you now. 

Your hand clenched a bit around the glass. The drink sat so long in your hand that beads of  condensation rolled down your fingers, dripping onto the dark wood of the bar below. 

You could put the blame onto someone else, but it really was your own fault for still staying in your seat at the bar. There were a couple moments you considered leaving. It would’ve been so easy to go back home without saying a word. 

But then, you’d miss the way Han looked on the dance floor. 

It was as if he’d forgotten all about you. His hands sliding up and down the person he danced with. The tension was so palpable between them as they danced to the slow rhythm of the song, you could feel it in your seat across the club. 

It wasn’t just that one person though. If it was, you were sure you’d be less affected. Everyone knew Han was a flirt, but there was something different now. Every single person he interacted with, in moments they were wrapped around his finger. 

You could tell he was enjoying the attention. The cocky grin plastered on his face was one he really only used when he was on stage. He was putting on a show, and it pissed you off. 

His eyes met yours in a slow deliberate stare, making sure you were still watching him. That he still had the attention of the only person in the club that he actually wanted. Even from his spot on the dance floor, he could see the darkness swirling in your eyes, and he wanted to push you even further. Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he pulled the girl he was dancing with flush to his body. Her hands roamed his broad back as they grinded together. 

You felt the fire in your veins grow hotter, he was toying with you. He must’ve gotten the reaction he wanted because he dropped his head back, a shit eating grin on his face now. You’ve had enough of his games.

It only took a couple moments for you to make your way back to the table where everyone had sat. It was like fate was on your side in your revenge, because as soon as you got back to the table, Minho slid into his seat. 

With your drink in one hand, you slipped your other arm around the man’s shoulders. Minho gave you a slightly confused look before he saw where you were looking. 

Han still danced with the girl from before, but now,  her lips seemed to be closer to his neck. It didn’t look like he noticed though, his eyes were trained on you and Minho. 

“What kind of game are you two playing now?” Minho’s hand rested on the small of your back as you leaned into him, an amused grin tugging at his lips. He wasn’t a stranger to yours and Han’s antics. He also didn’t mind being thrown into the middle of them, sometimes. “Hannie looks like he’s having fun”

“Yeah, he’s having loads.” You rolled your eyes, feeling the burn in your chest again. It was hard to convince yourself that it was due to sipping your drink. 

“Hm, so you’re jealous” Minho nodded looking up to you fully now, his hand felt heavy against your back and you tried to protest. 

“I’m not jealous-“ 

“Yeah, yeah. Like I’m going to believe that” He grunted out a laugh, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt as he spoke. “You know I can read you like a damn book” 

Your cheeks were burning now, and heat crept up the back of your neck. Everything was so hot. It was damn near suffocating and when you tried to pull yourself from Minho’s arms, he just tugged you even closer. 

“Mmm, nope. You came to me, I’m not going to let you go that easily” He hummed softly as if he were thinking, and you couldn’t help but turn your gaze back to Han. You were stopped though. Minho’s fingers tugged your chin to force you to look at him once more. “Eyes on me, baby.” 

The way his voice dropped a little had your stomach fluttering. 

“If you want to make him jealous, staring at him won’t do a thing” He chided a little, as if he were saying something that was common sense. Before you could say anything, he pulled you to sit on his lap.

“Minho-“

“Shhh, let’s make Hannie see what exactly he’s missing” He whispered into your ear, leaning on to press a quick kiss to your neck. The quickness of it drew a gasp from your lips and he chuckled at the sound. You giggled in response and relaxed in his lap. 

You always wondered what was going through Minho’s thoughts when either you or Han sought him out during these “games”. Especially when you found his hands gripping your waist so tightly it forced a breathy moan out of you. He never seemed to mind getting a little close with you two, but he also never crossed over the line fully. 

Before you could really start letting your thoughts wander, you felt Minho pull away from your neck, it took everything in you to stifle the whine that wanted to come out. 

“Damn, looks like it already worked.” Minho mumbled, his eyes following something across the club. He quickly stole a kiss from you before patting the side of your ass. “My time’s up, baby. Think Hannie needs you now” 

You slid off his lap, a little more hesitant than you’d like to admit, and looked to where Han had gone. In a moment, whatever desire that had been building for Minho slipped away. Replaced with a burning ache for the brat that had tested you all night. 

It really only took you a few minutes to find Han. Because the guys had decided to go to one of the nicer clubs they liked, there was an abundance of rooms for certain things. Once again, luck seemed to be on your side. 

Han stood in the third room you’d checked, arms crossed over his chest with a pout that you thought was a tad too dramatic. 

“Why do you always have to go to Minho?”

He whined, out of context the question would’ve placed all the blame onto you. Which was not even close to the trust. 

“You have fun dancing?” You asked, mirroring the way he crossed his arms. It hadn’t been the fact he was flirting and grinding with other people, it was that he was doing it solely to get your attention. You hated that. 

You and Han had been going back and forth in a sort of relationship, sort of best friends with benefits for months. It had damn near been a year since he’d approached you, and still, nothing had changed. It was beyond tiring. There was no sense of normalcy between you two anymore, and the constant push and pull was giving you whiplash.

Your eyes dragged down Han’s face, taking in the expression that had your chest clenching once more. This time, there was a feeling within the tightness that you couldn’t quite name. There had been plenty of times where both of you had played the game of who could make the other more jealous. But this time? It felt different. 

“Why did you even invite me out if you were going to nearly fuck every god damn person in the club?” 

You weren’t really sure why you were so angry, it wasn’t like he actually fucked anyone. And the both of you weren’t dating, you had no right to be so upset. But there you were, seething as images of Han grinding with the last girl you’d seen plagued your mind. 

Han’s cheeks burned at your words, hues of pink and red dancing across his tanned skin. When you put it like that, he couldn’t really defend himself. 

“Oh, like you weren’t practically fucking Minho at the table.” 

He knew that would make things worse. He knew that it wasn’t fair to you, but you weren’t being fair to him! How could you stand there and basically yell at him when you were doing things to make him jealous too!

Anger flared in your chest, followed by hurt and ultimately disappointment. You stayed silent for a long moment, eyes dropping down to the floor as you tried to piece together the thoughts swirling around in your mind. 

“Han what are we doing?” You finally asked the question that had been begging to come out for months. 

Han froze, at first he didn’t really understand what you meant, but when you looked back to him he saw the anger had died down a bit. You looked sad. His heart broke. 

“I…” He trailed off, eyes flicking between yours while he processed your question. It’s not like he hadn’t thought of it himself. He had. More times than he would’ve liked. Over the past few months especially, there were times where he’d lay awake late at night when he was supposed to be resting for practice the next day. His mind drowning in what he could have with you. “We’re friends… right?” 

It was pathetic, and he knew that.

“Right, we’re friends.” You scoffed at his answer, expecting him to come up with a little more than that. “Friends who just sleep together, and do everything couples do… but not exclusively of course. Heaven forbid we attempt a little commitment.” 

Your words dripped with a venom that Han had never heard from you before, and his eyes widened as he listened to you. He’d been so needy for your attention earlier, but also a little stubborn to let himself actually ask for it. He couldn’t help but think if he’d gone straight to you, this would’ve never happened. 

“What are you trying to say?” Han whispered, his voice shaking a little now. Despite how badly he didn’t want to know the answer to that, he needed it. “Y/n..” 

“I think we should either call it quits on whatever this is,” You waved your hand between him and yourself, referring to the web of messy situations this ‘relationship’ had brought on between you. “Or, we actually try something real. I can’t keep… I can’t keep watching you with other people, and pretending that it doesn’t bother me. Because it does, Jisung!” 

Your voice was shaking now too, and all the emotions that had piled up in your chest from the night spilled out at once. 

“Do you know how many times I begged myself to not care that you could go out and sleep with other people?” You pushed a hand through your hair, trying to fight against the tears that were threatening to fill your eyes. Han was no better, just like any other fight you’d had with him, tears were already nearly spilling over. “I know we’re not exclusive, but… fuck it, I’ve never slept with anyone else besides you this whole time!” 

“You… wait,” Han closed the distance between the two of you now, his hands desperately gripping yours. Despite knowing how upset you were, he needed some form of contact with you. It felt as if his chest were going to burst if he didn’t “You thought I was sleeping with other people?”

“It sure looked like it sometimes.” You sighed, remembering all the nights you saw him leaving parties with other people. 

“Y/n, I only agreed to that because I thought you were sleeping with other people!” His voice picked up at the end of his words, turning in a whine that normally would’ve made you laugh. “You’re telling me that you’ve never slept with Minho?” 

“What? No, I definitely have not.” You looked at him with wide eyes now, a frown pulling your lips down. 

“What the fuck?” Han whispered, he was having a hard time processing all of this. All those times he tried to make you jealous was so your attention was on him instead of Minho, and all the times you’d gone to Minho to make Han jealous was so Han was looking at you instead of the other people. 

It only took you a moment to figure out how utterly stupid both of you were. Han opened his mouth again to speak, but you grabbed his face with both of your hands and crashed your lips to his. The kiss was sloppy, your teeth scraped against each other at first and it nearly made you cringe. 

Once Han’s hands found their normal place on your waist, and your hands threaded into his hair, he melted into you. Whining loudly when you traced your tongue along the slant of his lips, he parted them to let you in. You loved how little always made him fall apart in your arms. 

And now that you knew this whole time it had only been you to make him melt like this, it made you want to push him even further. 

You both panted heavily when you broke the kiss off, resting your forehead against his. 

“You…” You whispered breathlessly, still gripping his hair gently. He didn’t let you actually speak before he moved his lips to your neck, growing even more needier as he pictured Minho kissing you there earlier. “Stop.” 

You tugged on his hair, pulling him from your neck which forced a whine from his throat as he looked at you with flushed cheeks. 

“Whyyy?” Han whimpered, trying to lean back in to kiss you, but you stopped him once again. Slipping your other hand to cover his mouth with a soft grin 

“If you keep kissing me like that, I won't be able to hold myself back.” You mumbled, moving your hand from his mouth to cup his face. 

“Then don’t” 

You could tell how needy he was getting now, his hands on your waist had pulled you flush to him and the hardness of his erection in his pants pressed into your hip. You knew he was moments away from grinding into your hip. 

“Jisung, I’m not fucking you in this club. We’ll go back to my apartment.” 

“Fuck, okay..” He whined again when you pulled away from his body completely, but grinned when he saw how flustered you looked as well. He reached back toward you and you nudged his hands away. 

“No, keep your hands to yourself.” You said firmly, pushing him towards the door, his jacket had covered the bulge in his pants just enough to where it wasn’t noticeable unless you looked really hard. “Be good.” 

“Only if you keep telling me what to do when we get back to your apartment” Han grinned when you rolled your eyes at him, but he saw the way your eyes grew a little darker under the neon lights of the club. 

[httpdwaekki]

random bf texts w/ maknae line

ss: 5

a/n: okay this feels kinda rushed but i really like innie's (i'm sorry i'm in my innie calling the reader noona era) and i've been obsessed w wow by 3racha so what inspired han's LMAO. anyway! i hope you enjoy! remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3.

hyung line

my library

jisung & felix

seungmin & jeongin

p.s. i'm gonna try and make some more written fics because while these are fun to make i kinda miss writing full length fics so expect to see some soon!! and of course requests are always welcome <3

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[dreamescapeswriting]

A Gamers Apology ~ HJS

WORD COUNT: 0.9K (I’m so sorry its so short T-T)

GENRE: Angst? Fluffy, reader and Hannie in their own bubble, non idol au, han being cute af, established relationships

PAIRING: Jisung x GN!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

You sat cross-armed on the couch, your eyes fixed on the television screen where your boyfriend, Han, was engaged in a fierce battle on COD. Your character lay motionless on the virtual battlefield, a victim of Han's relentless skill and precision. You clenched your jaw, your frustration growing with each passing second. How could he do this again? Every time you played the game he would only think of his own missions and take over yours, killing all of the enemies you'd done all the damage to and taking the points for himself.

"Seriously, Hannie? Again?" You finally blurted out, breaking the tense silence that had enveloped the room. Han turned to face you with a puzzled expression, the game playing in the background as both your characters died and it went to a game screen. 

"What's wrong, babe? Did I do something?" Your glare intensified. 

"Did you do something? You stole all my kills! I was this close to completing the mission, and you swoop in and take them all. It's not fair!" Han's eyes widened in realization and a slight blush began to settle on his cheeks, he hadn't realised until it was too late. 

"Oh, is that what this is about? Come on, Yn, it's just a game. I didn't mean to—"

"Just a game? You don't understand," You interrupted, your frustration bubbling over. It wasn't that he'd done it just this once, it was all the times you played together he would do this shit and it was starting to get under your skin.

"You always do this. You always prioritize your own score over everything else, even if it means ruining my experience." You realised you probably sounded childish talking about it but you didn't care.

"Like Pokemon last week, you kept stealing every fight and every Pokemon I wanted and didn't care that I ended up with nothing," You mumbled under your breath, getting up from the chair and heading to the kitchen, needing some space. Han sighed, following after you and reaching out to gently place a hand on your shoulder. 

"I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to upset you. I guess I got carried away in the heat of the moment." You shrugged off his touch, your expression still icy as you slowly turned around to face him.

"That's the problem, Hannie. It's always 'heat of the moment' with you. You never consider how your actions affect others, especially me."

Han hung his head, feeling a pang of guilt wash over him. He hadn't realized how much his behaviour was affecting you until now.

"It's just a game." He grumbled at you, you scoffed a little and turned around to face the window ignoring him. Clearly, he didn't care but you did. 

Your frustration boiled beneath the surface as you began to give Han the silent treatment. Despite his attempts to apologize and make amends, you couldn't shake off the lingering feeling of resentment.

Han watched you from across the room, his heart sinking with each passing moment of your icy silence. He had hoped that your argument would blow over, but your continued distance only made him feel more helpless. As the tension in the room became unbearable, he stood up slowly, his shoulders slumped in defeat. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to break the suffocating silence, but the words caught in his throat. You stared at him waiting for him to say anything but he just sighed and made his way to the door, pausing for a moment, his hand hovering over the doorknob, but he couldn't bring himself to turn back to you.

Without a word, he walked out of the door.

Later in the day, Han returned to the apartment, a sense of determination guiding his steps, he'd been thinking of a way to make it up to you all afternoon and he knew how he was going to do it. You'd been begging to go to the Pokemon store for almost a month now to get the new Vulpix plushie they bought out but you'd never had enough time so he bought the biggest one they had. In his hand, he carried a plushie alongside it a bouquet of flowers, a small token of his affection.

You were sat on the couch, your gaze fixed on the television screen but your mind still lingering on the earlier argument, you began to feel guilty, after all, he was right it was just a game but everytime you tried to call him you'd chicken out of it. You were flicking through the channels when you heard the door open, you glanced up, your expression guarded.

"Hey," He smiled at you, walking in your direction and grinning,

"I bought these for you," Your eyes softened as you took in the gifts he was holding, your guilt only weighing you down more.

"W-What for?" Han took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. 

` "I understand why you were annoyed earlier," he began, his voice filled with sincerity. 

"I was selfish and thoughtless, and I hurt you. I'm really sorry." You whimpered a little, tears springing to your eyes as you shook your head.

"I overreacted a little. B...But I appreciate the apology." You sniffed as he sat down beside you, your hands clutching onto the plushie as Han smirked at you.

"I did good?" He arched a brow at you and you smiled,

"Baby, you did more than good. I love this," You whispered before kissing him softly.

"I love you, I'm sorry I overreacted Hannie," You breathed out, his arm wrapping around your shoulder as he brought you closer to his chest.

"It's in the past." He promised you, both of you relaxing completely on the sofa together.

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neck kissing (h.j)

i wanna kiss this man's neck 😩 it's all i want 😩 i hope you guys like this! 💓

feedback is appreciated 🥰

"Hanji," you call out your boyfriend's name, walking further into the silent apartment. You find one of his hoodies laying on the back of the couch, deciding to steal it.

You throw the article of clothing over your head, inhaling the scent of his cologne. You hum in content, hugging yourself. You fix your hair as you make your way towards his bedroom.

"Hannie?" You whisper, peeking into the semi-dark room. Jisung lifts his head at the sound of his name, the light from his phone illuminating his facial features. "Hi, baby."

He smiles back at you as you step into the room, shutting the door behind you. "Hey, baby," Jisung mutters after pausing the show he's watching. "What are you doing here? Did we have plans?"

You shake your head while climbing on his bed, laying down beside him. "No, I just wanted to see you," you whisper as Jisung locks his phone.

"Aw, did my baby miss me?" He pouts his lips while setting his phone down. Jisung turns to face you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"I did! You didn't stay over last night like you usually do," you pout, tilting your head to look at him. "I didn't get my Hanji cuddles."

Jisung brings your body into him, your head finding a place in the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I wasn't feeling well last night," he sighs, dragging his hand up and down your back.

"Anxiety?" You ask him before pressing a light kiss on his neck.

"Hm, a little bit," he mentions, placing a kiss on your shoulder. "I'm okay now though. Don't worry."

You pull back and meet his dark eyes. "Are you sure?" You whisper, bringing a free hard to his cheek. Jisung nods his head, leaning into your touch.

Silence fills the space, and Jisung rests his head back on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling. Your eyes flick down to his neck for a few seconds, dragging a single finger down to the column of his throat.

"I love you, Hanji. I'm here for you," you mutter loud enough for him to hear, scooting yourself closer to him.

He chuckles softly, and you can feel the adam's apple vibrate. "I love you so much, Y/N. I would be so lost without you," Jisung mentions, his hand grabbing a hold of your free one.

You lean back into his neck, pressing a few kisses on his soft skin. Jisung lets out a ragged breath, gripping your hand a bit. "So pretty, Hanji," you whisper, hooking a leg over his waist.

"Baby, I - Shit," he cuts himself off at the feeling of your tongue on his neck. A giggle leaves your lips as he becomes putty in your hands.

You bite down on the spot just below his ear, earning a louder moan from him. "Can I mark you, baby?" You whisper into his ear before capturing his earlobe between your teeth.

"I-I don't know," he stutters while shuffling in his position. "With work and everything."

You trail your lips back down his neck, humming along to what he's saying. "Just one? Please, baby," you whine against his skin.

Jisung brings his hands to your hips, gripping them tightly. "Only one," he caves in. You move your head away from him, looking into his eyes before pressing a messy kiss on his lips.

You grin excitingly as you dip your head back into the crook of his neck. Your kisses are light at first, feeling Jisung glide his hands along your back. You work your magic, taking your sweet time to mark his pretty neck.

Moans leave his lips, one of his hands finding their way into your hair. A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling of him running his fingers through your hair. It's one of your favorite things he does.

"D-Does that mean I can mark you too?" Jisung stutters out, his grip in your hair tightening when you bite down on his neck.

You pull away and admire your work, the dark spot staring you in the face. "Baby, you can mark me whenever you want," you inform him, placing another kiss on his lips.

"You're not doing anything today, are you?" He asks while shifting out of your hold, hovering his body over yours. You shake your head, and Jisung smirks, leaning his face into your neck. "Good. We're gonna be a little busy."

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