#stray kids fan fic

[minki-moo]

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

a/n ♡ this one was kinda difficult but i hope it's still fairly relatable

tags ♡ fluff, bf!hyunjin, friends to lovers, smut, mentioned dom!hyunjin, mentions of facials rating ♡ e for explicit

best friend!hyunjin who doesn't mind when you spam him random texts

best friend!hyunjin who loves listening to you talk

best friend!hyunjin who feels like he can be himself around you all the time

best friend!hyunjin who will help you pick an outfit for a night out

best friend!hyunjin who will jokingly judge you whenever you say/do something stupid but in reality he finds it endearing

best friend!hyunjin who has a sketchbook dedicated to you and only you

"best friend!hyunjin" who will shyly confess to you after an art exhibit date

boyfriend!hyunjin who melts a little bit inside when you remember his favourite drink order

boyfriend!hyunjin who is obsessed with your smile and will do anything to keep it on your face 24/7

boyfriend!hyunjin who sleeps the best when he's beside you

boyfriend!hyunjin who loves spending time with you, even if it's just the both of you in the same room sitting together in silence

boyfriend!hyunjin who will take every opportunity to paint you, clothing being optional

boyfriend!hyunjin who picks out lingerie sets for you, and makes you model them for him

boyfriend!hyunjin who could dom you, but loves to see you take control sometimes

boyfriend!hyunjin who thinks you look the prettiest with his cum on your face

boyfriend!hyunjin who makes the best expressions when he's inside you

boyfriend!hyunjin who's extremely vocal when he's about to cum, letting you know he's going to fuck you full of his cum

boyfriend!hyunjin who loves to leave hickeys all over your skin, marking you as his

[tinyarsonist]

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"I bet I can make you scream in Korean."

Summary: In which heart throb K-Pop Idol, Bangchan, just shows you how 'Christopher' he can really be.

MDNI

TW: idol!Chan, idol trainee Y/N, drinking, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), smut in general, dirty talk, swearing, let me know if I missed anything!

Italics are in Korean. Bold in Spanish. Rest in English.

PREVIEW under cut

Released Work: here

The amount of guilt he felt once he stroked his cock to the thought of you was soon discarded as his mind wandered even more.

What were you like? Did you relinquish control or demand it? Were your lips as soft as he can imagine? Your mouth--oh God. How would it feel to have it wrapped around him? Were you a moaner? A screamer? Could he actually scramble your brain so much that you do scream for him in Korean?

He sped up his pace even faster. Water cascaded down his back as he faced the tile bathroom wall. One hand on the structure to ground him as he lost himself at the thought of you. He leaned his head back as he felt himself building and building. The warm water was a comforting feeling on his scalp.

The way he would take you as soon as you entered the dorm. No words, just a clash of flesh as he stripped you of your clothes and bent you over the couch. He wouldn't waste any time and would just thrust into your--oh God. How would you feel around his dick? How tight--

He muffled a moan as he came on his hand. The shower washing away any evidence of his inappropriate thoughts of you. He panted heavily and stood under the water for a couple of moments, pleasure rippling through him soon to be replaced with an abundant amount of guilt for getting off to someone he barely knew.

Author Note: Hai hai! This is my first time writing smut. Please let me know if I missed anything in the TW tag. Also, if anyone wants to be tagged when the full work is released, please let me know or interact with my taglet linked here 🤭

[violetsiren90]

Nothing But You | Bang Chan/Reader

Pairing: wolf hybrid!Bang Chan x f!human!Reader

Genre: hybrid AU; non-idol AU, strangers to lovers; love in adversity; cozy one-shot; fluff and angst

Word Count: 1434

Summary: The world's not ready for your love, but that doesn't matter. None of it matters - nothing but him.

Part 2: Evergreen (though both can be read as stand-alone works)

Content Warnings: I'd give this a PG-13 for content, but ALL of my work is 18+ (minors, dni); cuddling; co-sleeping; bad weather (but safe indoors); shirtless Chris (Chan is called Christopher); descriptions of hybrid physical features (including some minimal body hair); depictions of prejudice towards, discrimination, and marginalization of hybrids; a character gets lost and is momentarily frightened; allusions to sexual intimacy; implied domestic violence (by an authority figure, not Chris); running away; mention of reproduction (pups); for some reason even though it is explicitly stated I feel the need to mention that Reader and Chris are both adults throughout

Author's Note: I'll tell you what I didn't have planned for this Sunday afternoon and that was a Bang Chan hybrid AU one-shot. But the image of cuddling up with Chan in the middle of a snowstorm took me hostage and now here we are. I've never written a hybrid AU before, so this was very fun! If you read this, I hope this Christopher brings you the comfort you deserve today. 💕

P.S In case no one has told you today, you're so loved and so, so worthy of love. 🧜💜

The icy wind howls, whipping swirling flurries of snow past the windows of the little cabin. You stir, not opening your eyes, heavy with slumber as your other senses remind you of the homey trappings of your shelter. A fire crackles and pops, its warmth licking over your nose and cheeks. A soft, heavy blanket fashioned of rabbit pelts lays over your body, rustling quietly as you nuzzle into the man beneath you.

    His chest rises and falls with the even breath of a deep sleep. Your cheek rests against his bare skin and the silky patch of thick, dark hair between his firm pectorals. It isn't really hair - not like yours. It's fur. Soft, dark tufts of it decorate his body everywhere hair would grow on a man; a patch on his chest, under his arms, at the dip of his Adonis belt. It smells like him. Like musk and pine and lavender. Manly and primal, floral and gentle. Christopher.

    Hybrids were still treated like dirt in so many ways. They didn't require licenses to live without owners anymore, but still, they were pushed to the margins of the community by the intolerance of common practice. You yourself had been taught to fear them. Monsters, your grandfather had told you, who would turn on their own young in a moment of morbid instinct. Even so, you always found more pity in your heart than terror.

    And then, one day, you met him.

You had been loading groceries into the bed of your grandparents' jalopy at the general store and dropped a bag of oats as you struggled to hoist it onto the tailgate. You hadn't even noticed he was beside you when he easily hefted the bag and the remaining two boxes of eggs onto the vehicle without a word. He shot you a little smile, but before you could thank him your eyes were arrested by a pair of sharp brown ears rising from his curly hair. He pulled on a cap and turned to go before you could collect your wits enough to speak.

    You had thought of nothing save his warm brown eyes and sweet smiling lips in the weeks that followed, taking any chance you could to steal away to the general store in hopes of seeing him again.

But your paths never crossed. Not until the following summer.

You had packed in to the camping grounds by the lake with a few other girls from your graduating class for a weekend getaway from the menfolk - not that you had any - and you'd joined them rather reluctantly and at the persistence of your grandmother, who insisted a little socialization would do you good.

    That first afternoon you quickly grew tired of the chatter. If the weekend was meant to be a reprieve from the men, you grumbled to yourself, then why were they the constant and sole topic of conversation? You gathered up your sketching supplies and walked down the trail a ways, finding that the more distance you put between yourself and the shrieks of laughter and gossip behind you, the better you felt. Soon, you couldn't hear them at all. You settled onto a rock at the edge of a small glen and took your pencil in hand.

    Suddenly, some hours later, it dawned on you that your eyes were straining somewhat on the page, and you looked about, startled at the waning light reflecting the late hour. Gathering your things, you hurried back to down the path, only to realize with a sickness in your gut that you were well and truly lost, and that the daylight was nearly spent.

    He had found you then, sniffling rather pathetically beside a tree. You'd been alarmed by the sudden sound of his voice, having not heard his furtive approaching steps, but when you raised your frightened eyes to his face the fear had quickly given way to wonder. You'd given up hope of seeing him again, and now here he was, once more in your hour of need.

It was too dark now to find the trail back to the campsite, so you helped divide the load of bracken he had tucked under his arm between you as he led the way back to his cabin, not far into the thick. As you walked you noticed his tail, gray and brown and full behind him. Had he hidden it, that day at the store, you wondered? Did he always when he was around people like you? You remembered how surprised you had been at the site of his pretty ears upon your first meeting and you felt ashamed. You tried to find every possible way to assure him, as you walked and talked, that he didn't frighten you. You hoped he understood.

    Before long, you arrived at a little clearing with a log cabin at its heart. Smoke rose invitingly from the chimney, and you found it was as small and homey and warm within as it seemed from the cold darkness of the wood. The stranger gave you bread and stew and hot milk, and you ate with him and told him of yourself and he shared with you in return.

He was a wolf hybrid. The sole survivor of his pack, he had traveled hundreds of miles to settle into the mountains of your home. He made a living hunting, trapping, and gathering the wares of the wild to sell in town, as did a handful of other hybrids living in the mountains - a group of traders known collectively as The Strays. He told you that his name was Christopher, but that most simply called him The Wolf. When you repeated his given name softly and asked if you could call him by it he smiled that smile again, but broader and brighter and with his eyes pressed into little moons and crow's feet in their corners. His canines glinted in the light of the fire and one beautiful dimple pressed into his left cheek.

    You were in love.

    You asked him, a little shyly before parting the following day, if you could be friends. He smiled sadly and brushed rough fingers over your cheek before telling you that you were already his friend, but that you should keep yourself safe by staying away. People were suspicious of hybrids, and if he were seen with a human woman, it could be dangerous for you both.

     At the edge of the campsite, when he turned to go, you grabbed his arm. You told him that every Saturday morning you helped wait tables at Maple's Diner, and that if he came, breakfast would be on the house. You wanted to thank him, you insisted. In truth, you just wanted to give him a chance to find you, should he wish to. Oh, you desperately hoped that he wished to.

    And he did. He showed up a few weeks later, ears tucked under a hat and shoulders looking broad in a worn flannel shirt. You gave him coffee and bacon and a pile of pancakes and sat with him when your shift was through. It became a ritual, Saturday mornings at the diner. And then you started meeting for lunch. Then dinner. Then for long walks and trips to the movies. Then he started to take you out for drives in his truck - for picnics in the mountains, to watch the stars from the bed, to never leave the cab or each other's arms as the windows fogged with your labored breaths and mingled heat.

    One night your grandparents were waiting up when you returned. Your grandfather was in a rage, your grandmother was all worry and woes. It was a sin, what you were doing, they said. In the eyes of what god, you demanded in return? Your grandmother clung to your arm, begging you to come to your senses - it was dangerous, and worse, you would be ruined for life. You told her that none of that meant anything to you. Only him, he was all that mattered. Only Christopher. To hell with everyone and everything else in that goddamned town that treated him with suspicion and shame - that could never begin to see how perfectly beautiful he was.

Your grandfather forbade you to see him.

You told him you were grown and he couldn't stop you.

He raised his hand, and your grandmother screamed.

    When Christopher pulled up in his pickup you were in front of Maple's Diner. He gasped as he crouched to cradle you in his arms and gently brush his fingers over your broken lip and the green bruise on your cheek. He gathered you up, gathered your little bags, and took you home.

Home to the woods.

To the little warm cabin.

To his arms and his heart.

    It's the third winter since you left it all behind - everything that tried to keep you from him.

Things are so different now, so simple, slow, steady and intimate in the life you share. You've started talking about pups. Maybe someday. Maybe soon. 

    You look up at his lovely, peaceful face, washed golden in the firelight, and smile, settling back down against his chest. As the wind howls your eyes slip shut, and you sleep again in the strong, gentle arms of a wolf.

-Fin-

[yangbbokari]

Long For You

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x gn!reader AU/Trope/Genre: Lovers to still lovers, Angst, fluff(?), hurt/comfort Warnings: regret, crying(?), lovesick, miscommunication, nothing really WC:1K Song rec: Long for you - Hyunjin A.N.:No bc after dropping that how’d he expect us to react(RAGHHHHHHHHHHH PLS IM SORRY ILL TREAT YOU BETTER)

~~~ You stare at the white tulip. A singular white tulip sent to you this morning from Hyunjin. Another apology letter to accompany it. Something about not being able to come home tonight even when he promised you he would.

That singular white tulip going to wilt and rot away like the rest. Forgotten just like his empty promises.

The feeling of your relationship slowly collapsing hurts your heart to the core. You wish it didn’t but there’s not much you can do. Everyone around you thinks you’re a match made in heaven. But it’s not the way you think this is.

You’re beginning to think that this love is all you and nothing left of him.

~~~ Hyunjin doesn’t return home until the end of the week. He notices your distance from him. He wants to take your hand in his and ask you what could possibly be wrong. But he refrains from it.

Maybe it was better for you to fall out of love with him.

As much as he loves you he knows what your parents think. “He’s no good for you y/n. It’ll only be so long before he leaves you for someone else. Take one look at him and you can tell that he’s a skank. Leave him. He’ll just break your heart.”

He can only think that your parents are right. Not the fact that he'd leave you for somebody else. But that he's no good for you and he'll never be.

It can only be so long before you get sick of his long schedule. No one wants to be stood up on every date and left to wait for the others arrival.

How many nights were you up waiting for him to come home? How many dinners were eaten with your only company being the silence that hung in the air? How many tears have you cried in his absence?

Those are the questions that float around his mind as he watches you peacefully sleep on your side of the bed. He can't help but reach his hand out to caress your face. A soft smile slowly trickled to his lips as he does.

These are the kind of moments he can only have as you sleep. But when you grab his arm he thinks he's almost been caught until you nuzzle your face into his arm. His heart warms at the sight but he knows he can't let his hopes get too high.

He notices the tears stains that line along your face. He doesn't fail to notice that his heart breaks instead.

"Don't go..." He can faintly hear you say. Oh how he wishes that he could stay with you until the next morning but work calls. What can he do. ~~~ When you awaken Hyunjin's side of the bed was empty. You could've sworn he came home last night and that you held on to him. Maybe it was all a dream again. Just as it always had been.

You want to cry but there are no tears left. Your mouth feels dry and your head hurts from the breakdown you had last night. Back before Hyunjin became famous he'd hold you in his arms and automatically made it better. But there were no one left to wrap you in their embrace.

Forcing yourself out of bed you make yourself a quick breakfast. But it only includes a peeled orange and a cup of tea. The same oranges you used to peel for Hyunjin because it was an act of love you wanted to show him. But who were you supposed to do it for now?

You quickly shake those thoughts from your mind. Opting to turn on the tv instead to hopefully drown out the voices in your head. But to no avail. You can barely make out the words the characters are saying as the voices come rushing back in.

He’s tired of you.

He doesn’t love you.

You’re pathetic.

Nothing but a toy.

Too naive for your own good.

He’ll never need you.

Just a nuisance in his life.

Suddenly everything becomes so loud. The voices coming from all over. The buzz of the refrigerator. The dripping of the water from the kitchen faucet. The sound of the vents blowing air. The lights become too bright and your eyes burn. It’s all too much.

You rush around the house. Shutting off the tv. Unplugging the fridge. Turning the faucet all the way down so no more water would drip. Disabling the air ventilation from continuously flowing. Drawing the curtains and switching off all the lights until you finally felt at peace.

After finishing you sat down in the middle of the floor. Knees pulled up to your chest and arms wrapped around them. You dropped your head down and you felt your tears run. It never got this bad. Hyunjin would be able to calm you down in these circumstances. But where was he now. The questions swirled around and made your mind dizzy.

Your sobbing hadn’t ceased until you fell asleep. There on the floor. The cold tiles being your only comfort in the silenced room. ~~~ Being faced with the darkness and silence when returning home wasn’t anything new to Hyunjin. Except that it was the evening on Friday only about 5 p.m.

The curtains were never drawn this early. When the two of you first moved in you made a rule to always open up the curtains to let the sunlight stream in and put the day to a joyful start.

He also noticed how cold it was. He was sure the heater was on to at least 64. Why was it nearly freezing? Winters in Korea are no joke.

Hyunjin stumbled around until he found the light switch and he turned the heat back up. That was when he finally saw you lying on the floor in the middle of the kitchen.

“Y/n!!” He nearly screamed.

You instantly jolted from your slumber trying to force your eyes open but the lights were too bright.

“T-turn off the lights. Please.” Your voice felt hoarse. You felt like you couldn’t breathe and your lungs were rejecting the oxygen.

Hyunjin was quick to do what you requested before stumbling his way back to you. “Are you okay baby? What happened?”

“Water.” You said dryly.

“What was that baby?”

“I need water.”

“O-okay baby. Wait just a minute.” He fumbled around trying to grab a glass and fill it up with water.

You grew worried. His movements were too faint. You bagel to panic. “Hyunnie..?”

“I’m here baby. Right here.” He found his way back to you and knelt down by your side. He reached for your hand and gently wrapped it around the cup. It was cold to the touch contrasting the warmth radiating off of Hyunjin.

After you drank the entire cup, he took it from you and placed it in the sink. He carefully placed his hands on either sides of your body and slowly lifted you up. And you let him.

He carried you all the way to the bedroom and settled you into the sheets. He knew how you got so he went to fix everything else. But before he could leave you grabbed his hand.

“Please stay. Don’t go.” How could he reject that? He slipped under the covers right with you and took you into his arms.

Oh how you missed this feeling. You couldn’t help but cry. Clenching onto his shirt you let your tears flow freely.

“Baby what’s wrong?” He asked the question but he knew the answer. You were in pain because of him. He couldn’t believe he let it get to this point where you had to break down in his hold.

You pulled him in tighter and buried your face into the crook of his neck. “It’s nothing. I just.. I just miss you so much. I missed this so much. I missed us so much.” Everything felt so much better now that he was with you. But you still doubted whether he love you.

“Tell me, Hwang Hyunjin. Do you still love me?” His heart broke. He didn’t believe there would ever be a day you would doubt his love for you. “What? Why would you ever think that? I love you y/nnie. With everything in me. All I’ve ever done is all for you. All I’ve ever accomplished was because of you.”

He pulled you away from your hiding place and cupped your face in his hands. “Don’t ever think for even a second that I don’t love you. You’re my everything. I couldn’t live without you. You mean absolutely the most to me. There’s not a moment that I don’t think of you. Long for you. I know how much you have to wait for me. But I promise it’s all the same for me. I love you so much.”

His forehead was pressed against yours as he leaned in for a kiss. When you didn’t reject it he finally pressed his lips against yours. Finally being able to take in the moment and relish in each other’s company. ~~~ Both of you ended up falling asleep and not wanting to awaken until the sun rose and peeked through the curtains. You woke up first and slowly but surely opened your eyes. You heard Hyunjin’s soft breaths coming from beside you.

A soft smile came to your lips naturally. It’d been forever since you got to wake up with him. You took your pointer finger and softly traced his facial features. It wasn’t until you got to his lips that you realized he was awake when he opened it to bite your finger.

“Ah—”

“What are you doing, hmm?” He nuzzled his nose into your neck causing you to giggle. “You just looked so peaceful and so handsome I couldn’t resist.”

You could feel him smiling against your skin. His cheeks warming at your comment. “Mmm.” He sighed relieved that you were finally okay again.

“I think I should go and plug in the refrigerator before the milk spoils.” Your boyfriend looks up at you with confusion is his eyes. “I unplugged it last night.” You said with a guilty chuckle. ~~~ The two of you spent the rest of the day doing activities you used to do with each other. As you were messing on the bookshelf a photo album dropped from the top shelf. On the front was written, “My love<3”

You chuckled at the sight of your foolish high school writing and called Hyunjin from the kitchen.

“Look what I found. It’s our photos from high school.” Hyunjin groaned at the sight. “Don’t remind me how horrible I looked then.” When he saw you frown he mentally face-palmed himself.

“What do you mean Hwang Hyunjin. You were my little cutie.” You pouted and jutted your bottom lip out. “Never mind. I’ll just put this back.”

“Wait baby. Let’s look at it. It’s been a minute since we’ve looked through them anyway.”

Hyunjin settled on the couch and pulled you into his lap, eliciting a squeal from you. “I’ll just look over your shoulder.” He said after you expressed your concern of him not being able to see it.

Hours passed as you flipped through the pages and remembered the stories behind each one. That was until you got to the one with you standing in the snow and reading a book. You looked at him surprised.

“When did you take this picture?”

“I took it during senior year and you were so worried about your studies and nearly walked out to the road. I took it because you looked so pretty with the snow falling around you and your furrowed brows, so concentrated on the book. You were so beautiful. It was before we began dating and that was the time I longed for your attention the most.”

“Am I not beautiful now?” You asked with a frown.

”You’re the most beautiful no matter what.” He reassured you.

“Do you not long for me anymore? Or is that just for your first love?”

He rested his head on your shoulder, inhaling your scent. White tulip. Your favorite flowers. Then he spoke.

“I’ll always long for you.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for reading!! I think this will be one of my last fics before I go. Hope you enjoyed it!!

Taglist: @jinnie-ret @kailee08

[weareapackofstrays]

A New Kind of Love: Chapter I

Genre: Non-Idol college au, slight enemies to lovers (more like they annoy e/o at the start), angst, romance, drama

Pairing: Minho x F!Reader

Warnings: Drinking, Cigarette Smoking, Mention of Weed, Cussing, Spanking, Rough Sex, Reader is a bit of a brat. Let me know if I forgot anything! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 1,958

Summary: You didn't grow up with great examples of love. Your parents were always at each other's throats. As a result, you have struggled with expressing your true feelings and can come off cold or defensive. After your boyfriend of 2 years cheats on you during freshman year with your childhood best friend, you decide to swear off love for good. Now in your second year of college, you move into the basement apartment of a house full of college boys. Inevitably crossing paths with one of them, Minho quickly gets under your skin in more ways than one. Despite your differences, you can't stay away from him.

A/N: This is my first fic ever to be posted and will likely not be great, but gotta start somewhere, right? I would love any feedback or thoughts (but please be nice or I might cry).

Song that was on repeat while I wrote this and thus became the title

Chapter I: Introduction Next

“Fuck, right there!” you shout as your nails dig into the hand gripping your waist.

“Like that?” Kyle, your usual drunken mistake, confirms.

“Yes! Ahhh,” you can feel your high fast-approaching. 

“God, you look so filthy like this, sweetheart! Gonna fill you up.” Your dress is pushed up to your waist while your breasts spill over the top exposing them to the cool air. Kyle admires your bare ass jiggling with each of his thrusts. 

You roll your eyes at your partner’s words and do your best to focus on your orgasm. It’s not that you hate the guy, you just couldn’t really stand him either. He was a frat boy and far from your type, but you were both drunk, horny, and he always happened to be conveniently around when you needed some attention. So fast forward to now, where you are currently shoved against the door of the upstairs bathroom of whoever’s house this was getting your guts rearranged. 

“I’m gonna come!” you announce.

“Yeah, come for me, baby! Come all over my big fat cock,” he preens as he slams into you.

“Kyle, respectfully, shut the fuck up.” He laughs while his tip kisses your sweet spot perfectly. You moan at the blissful sensation. His free hand grabs hold of your hair and yanks your head back suddenly. The unexpected force causes a groan to escape from your throat. Kyle begins to pick up the pace and gives your right ass cheek a loud smack. Just as the searing pain registers, you finally come with a gasp. He shoves your face further into the door as he works towards his own high. After a few more ruts, he empties himself into the condom and finally pulls out. 

“We gotta stop meeting like this, sweetheart.” Kyle smirks as he buttons his jeans and adjusts his belt. 

You pull up your panties and face him, “This is the last time, Kyle.”

“Sure it is, babe.” He gives you a wink and an air kiss as he turns to the sink to wash his hands. Even you could hear the lack of confidence in your voice. Ignoring his comment, you fix your makeup and hair, tug at the base of your dress one last time, and exit the bathroom. The two of you descend the stairs back into the chaos of the party. The music is thumping in your skull and the five hunch punches you threw back earlier are starting to get to you. You want to leave.

Kyle leans, more like stumbles, into your side and shouts, “Hey, I’m gonna get another drink. You want one?” You instinctually cringe away from his close proximity and loud voice.  

“Sure,” you say with a nod. After Kyle disappears into the crowd, you push your way through the partygoers and find the front door. 

Finally outside, your ears take a moment to adjust to the silence. It was dead quiet outside with scarcely anyone around, save for a few people huddled together enjoying a smoke. You take a deep breath and let the cold air sting your lungs. A breeze cuts through you and you immediately regret your choice in outfit tonight. Luckily, your house was a short walk away. You step onto the paved sidewalk and can feel your legs wobble slightly. Your heels were also not the best choice for a walk. Okay, Y/n, focus, you think to yourself. Taking a few more tentative steps, you find your stride and head home.

You moved into the basement apartment of an old brick house from the 30’s at the start of the semester. The main floors above belonged to some guys who you rarely ever saw and, honestly, probably couldn’t pick them out of a crowd if your life depended on it. You had only had a few conversations with one of the guys, Jisung was his name…you think. He introduced himself a few days after you moved in while you were checking the mail on the front porch. 

-

“You must be our new neighbor,” you jump, taken aback by the sudden announcement. Turning to face the source of the voice, you see a brunette boy with round cheeks looking at you with doe eyes. He reaches his hand out to greet you. 

“Yeah…hi,” you say shyly as you take hold of his hand.

“I’m Jisung.” He flashes you a gummy smile.

“Y/n.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/n,” he says as he releases your hand.

“You too.”

“If you ever need a cup of sugar or a good weed guy-” Jisung waggles his eyebrows mischievously. “We’re just a few steps and a knock away.” He gives you a salute before going back inside the house. Well, he was adorable, you thought. You only ever saw his roommates in passing and had only exchanged a few words with Jisung since, but he was always kind to you. 

-

As you finally approach the house, you reach inside your pocketbook to grab a cigarette and lighter. Hands shaking, you repeatedly click the lighter, but it refuses to work.

“Shit,” you quietly say to yourself. You were about to give up when a figure steps out from the shadows and alights a bright flame before your eyes. After a moment of adjusting to the darkness you see a man standing beside you, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. You look at him bewildered, before you dip your head down. He holds his hand in front of you to protect the flame from the breeze. You take a drag of the cigarette and slowly exhale the smoke from the side of your mouth to avoid blowing in his face.

“Thanks.” He simply nods in response. You take a moment to look him over while he tries to light his own cigarette. He was broad, but lean with dark brown hair. He was also handsome, like super handsome. What the hell? Have you seen him around before? Surely you wouldn’t forget a face like his, right? He furrows his brows as he leans in closer to his flame. His sleeves are pushed up his forearms revealing a few large tattoos. You take note of his protruding veins and involuntarily gulp at the sight. He finally lights the cigarette and takes a puff before facing you. You peel your eyes from his toned arms to meet his. The man quietly smirks as he catches your roaming eyes. 

“I’m Lee Minho, by the way. I don’t think we ever officially met.” He gives you a lazy wave rather than a handshake. 

“Y/n,” you wave back and internally cringe at yourself. “You’re a roommate of Jisung’s?”

“Yeah, I live,” he turns around and points to the top window on the right. “Right there.”

“Nice,” was all you could think to say. You look away and take another puff of your cigarette while rubbing your temple. The consequences of tonight’s actions were swiftly starting to catch up. 

Minho stirs you from your thoughts. “I didn’t know you smoked.” You’re taken aback by his assumption. He notices your confusion and clears his throat. “I just mean I never see you out here,” he says awkwardly. “And I assume you wouldn’t in that tiny basement.”

You consider momentarily whether or not he was insulting your apartment before speaking. “I..I don’t usually. Honestly, just socially or when I’m drunk.”

He slowly raises his eyebrows as he exhales some smoke. “Are you drunk right now?” His face furrows again. You wonder if that is his natural state.

“Maybe just a smidge,” you make a pinching gesture with your fingers and lightly giggle.

His face turns serious. “You shouldn’t be walking around this late at night by yourself, especially if you’re intoxicated. Something could happen to you.” You’re amused by his interest in your safety. 

“Yes, daddy,” you say back a little too sarcastically. 

Something shifts in his eyes though you can’t quite make out his expression. You feel his eyes bore into you despite part of his face being hidden by shadow. You, on the other hand, are at a disadvantage as the beams from the street lamp illuminate your face. Minho can see the pink rapidly forming on your cheeks. Trying not to cower at his intense stare, you hold his gaze for a minute before he finally breaks the tension.

“Do you normally dress like this in the middle of November?” He gestures to your tight, short black dress.

“I was coming from a party.”

“I gathered.” You scoff at his attitude. “Still, seems a bit reckless walking around without a coat.”

“What are you? The weather police?” You stand up a bit straighter and cross your arms.

“No-” You cut him off before he can continue.

“Does the way I dress bother you?” Officially annoyed, you can feel yourself getting worked up. Maybe you are more drunk than you originally realized.

“No.” Minho’s expression remains emotionless as he can see the anger rise in you. Taking a few wobbly steps towards him, you point your finger into his chest and ignore how solid he feels beneath to continue your beration.

“I can dress however I want regardless of the weather. I can also casually smoke a cigarette or drink a few drinks whenever I want and I don’t need anyone judging my actions, let alone a man I just met 5 minutes ago.” You slightly sway as you retreat from him. Minho gently places a hand on your right shoulder to steady you. The warmth from his touch sends a shiver down your spine through to your core.

“Okay, princess. Whatever you say.” You wrinkle your nose at the pet name and he notices your disapproval. 

“Okay, princess,” you say back in a mimicking tone.

“Do I need to help you get to your apartment?”

“I’m fine,” you brush his hand off your shoulder with your own and feel your stomach flutter at the touch. You curse yourself internally for being so affected by this annoying handsome man.

“There are stairs and you’re in,” he looks down at your 4 inch heels and points. “Those.”

The audacity of this man right now. “Now he judges my choice in shoes!” You tsk and throw your hands in the air. “I can see myself all of 10 feet to my front door just fine without you. Thank you very much.” You take one last drag of your cigarette before throwing it to the ground. Your front heel presses firmly into the bud to snuff out the embers. Once out, you bend down to pick up the extinguished bud. Minho takes a moment to admire your bent figure in front of him before you stand up again. 

“Wow, a feminist and she doesn’t litter.” You walk past him ignoring his comment. “Good night, Y/n. It was nice meeting you,” he says with sarcastic cheer.

Still walking away, you lift your hand up and flip him off as you head to your door. He shakes his head laughing as he watches you arrive safely. He takes one more drag from his cigarette before turning in for the night.

Holding the knob you pause before entering. You listen for his steps as he walks up the porch to his door. You try to clandestinely peek around the corner to get one last look at him. Minho is about to twist the handle when he feels your gaze. He looks over and catches your eye. Before you can see his reaction, you quickly look away and open your door. Slamming it shut you lean against the cold metal and exhale. Your heart starts fluttering in your chest.

Fuck.

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I will try to post Chapter II tomorrow.

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Jisung Stories🐿

Some of these are where the happy Quokka is a virgin, some where both the y/n & he are first-timers & some where it's neither of their first time. I will do my best to specify in a (...note...) after the title of the fic in this list. If it's a story about him I've read on AO3, I'll designate that in the note too. Happy reading!! 🥰

This post has been happily curated by me & is dedicated to @moonlightndaydreams, upon request.

Lose Yourself in Me - by moonlightndaydreams (AO3, first time for both the y/n & Jisungie)

Gen Eds - by old_enough_to_know_better (AO3, virgin Jisungie & more experienced y/n)

Best Morning - by minnieprincess (AO3, experienced Jisungie & y/n)

Everything from this point onwards can be found here on Tumblr. 🥰💕⬇️

Come My Way (inexperienced character[s]...)

Fuckery with a Custom Dildo (experienced character[s] ...)

Sweet & Tender Sleepy Sex (experienced...)

Sweet First Time (inexperienced ... college-type environment, Jisungie & his gf have their first pussy & dick moment ...)

Cozy Pink Socks (experienced ... Jisungie wears socks during babying session with the y/n ...)

Just the Tip (experienced...)

Best Friends (experienced...)

My Dear (experienced ... friends to lovers)

Pillow Princess (slightly inexperienced Jisungie, more experienced y/n)

Wet & So Pussy Drunk (experienced...)

Top Riding (experienced...)

Tender Loving Care (experienced...)

Aftercare (experienced...)

I Need To Finish My Work (experienced...)

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Movie Night

Han Jisung x thick female reader

Word count: 9.6k (yowza)

A/N: 18+ only! So, I wanted to write this story after the Chan's room comment on his last vlive. I was already working on a Jisung fic and when this idea hit me I HAD to rework the plot because I needed to write this. I hope people that relate to this story know that their worth is not based on their appearance or weight. Everyone has insecurities, fat, skinny, whatever. The content of your heart is what matters and how you treat others. I hope everyone always remembers that. I hope you enjoy reading and if you do, please leave a comment, like, reblog, shoot me an ask, I love the feedback! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY! Strong language/cursing, Weight and body image issues are a big part of the plot in this fic, if that can be triggering for you, you might skip this one! Dry humping, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected piv sex (please don't do this, use protection), cream pie, overstimulation, cum eating, hella praise and pet names (baby, jagi etc), squirting, Jisung get a little possessive but not in a toxic way, mentioning of coming on breasts, mentioning of oral sex (m receiving) and coming in mouth. I think that's everything but if I ever miss a warning, please let me know and I'll add it immediately.

You and Jisung loved having movie nights together. The other guys enjoyed watching movies too but not the way you and Jisung did. You would over load on snacks and sugar and throw popcorn at each other or the screen when the main character of whatever film you were watching did something predictably stupid. It was forty percent watching the movie, sixty percent critiquing, and one hundred percent fun. You were a two-person episode of MST3K minus the robots. Movie nights with Jisung were the highlight of your week.  

It was probably pretty obvious to anyone with eyes that you had a crush on Jisung. Regardless of how obvious it was you would never admit that. Not to him, not to anyone. You weren’t his type and you knew that. You were heavier, perhaps a bit more than beauty standards would consider ‘aesthetically pleasing’, at least that was the view you had of yourself. You knew that didn’t mean you weren’t pretty but you were bigger and you also had eyes. You saw the kind of girls Jisung went after on the rare occasions you had gone to clubs together and they most definitely did not look like you. You also could see what HE looked like. He was not only beautiful and fit but funny and kind. Guys like him didn’t go for girls like you and it was fine. That was fine.  

You cherished the friendship you had with Jisung and wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that no matter how strong the feelings you had for him were. What you didn’t realize was that Jisung was trying to deal with the fact that he had feelings for you too. At first, he didn’t see you as any more than a good friend that also happened to be a girl. You weren’t the type of girl he would typically go for. After being friends with you a couple of years now he had become endeared by you and after your last movie night Jisung had come to realize he was completely bewitched and he had absolutely no idea what to do or say now. He was sure you felt the same but he still was holding onto some reservations about perusing something with you and he wasn’t sure why he felt that way when you both were so clearly perfectly matched.  

You and Jisung loved movie nights together. So, it wasn’t unusual for you to be snuggled up on the couch under a blanket at the dorm with Jisung on a Friday night with three or four movies on standby. What was unusual this particular Friday was the awkward air hanging between the two of you. Everything seemed fine the week before and nothing seemed out of the ordinary that night so far. You had agreed on horror movies and you were well into your second one. The first had actually been pretty scary, making you jump a few times gripping Jisung’s arm and hiding your face, cuddling in closer to him under the shared blanket. The movie you were watching now hadn’t been as bad until it was. One of the main girls was slinking through a dark decrepit house and was suddenly snatched from behind by the crazed killer, practically sending you sailing out of your skin. Jisung tensed up when you buried your face in his shoulder for the umpteenth time that night.  

You hadn’t realized it but every time you pressed your plush body closer to Jisung his posture had stiffened as well as other parts of his body. He was very happy for the blanket or hiding his hard on might not have been so simple. There had been something out of the ordinary that night, for Jisung at least, and that was your choice in attire for movie night. You both always opted for pajamas because comfort duh, but you had come out of the bathroom that night after changing into pajamas Jisung had never seen you in before. A crop top with matching fuzzy shorts. His throat went dry the moment he saw you. It was the most of your skin he’d ever seen. He knew you were self-conscious about your body so you usually kept pretty covered up, even now the crop top wasn’t particularly revealing and the shorts weren’t that short but seeing your silky thighs and the fact that he could tell you weren’t wearing a bra under the crop top had Jisung ready to burst.  

When you noticed his tense body language you realized you were practically laying on top of him. Even though you loved being close to Jisung you backed off of him a little, worried you might be making him uncomfortable with your weight on him like that.  

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to... I mean... I’m sorry if I’m crushing you.” Jisung hated hearing you say that. So you were bigger, it didn’t matter, not to him. Even if he had thought you weren’t his type before because of that. He was an idiot. He knew now no matter what size you were you were he thought you were fucking gorgeous. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He didn’t want you to move further away. He looked at you, his gaze soft and shook his head. He wrapped his arm around your waist under the blanket and pulled you close again. 

“No, you’re not. It’s fine. You’re fine.” Your face felt like it was on fire and your cheeks turned pink. You bit your lip, an unconscious nervous tick and Jisung’s eyes darted towards them. You looked away unable to keep eye contact. Not when he was pulling you close, not when he was holding you, not when his fingertips were grazing the soft flesh of your waist where your shirt had ridden up a bit, not when he was looking at you like... THAT. 

“y/n?” Jisung’s voice was just above a whisper and even though you heard him call your name clearly you still couldn’t meet his gaze and you pretended to focus on the movie. He hooked his finger under your chin and tilted your head up towards him. Was this really happening?! Jisung slowly started to lean in closer. 

“Ji... I...” He only shook his head and focused on your lips as he closed in. You closed your eyes and you could feel Jisung’s warm breath fan across your face, the warmth of his lips hovering so closely to yours. You held your breath waiting to feel just how soft his lips really were. Finally. 

“Han-ah! Do you know whe-” Changbin came around the corner and stopped short when he saw you and Jisung jumping, catching you just about to kiss. 

“Oh! Shit! Sorry I didn’t mean-” Jisung backed up practically pushing you away when he realized Changbin was also in the room and he started stuttering. 

“You didn’t! I mean there was nothing... we’re watching movies.” You swallowed the lump that had quickly formed in your throat and scooted further away from Jisung which did not go unnoticed by either of the men. Changbin cleared his throat. 

“Yea, okay, well do you know where the protein shaker is? I wanted to hit the gym tonight.” Jisung popped up from the couch quickly. 

“Yea. It’s in the kitchen. I can show you; I need a drink anyway. Y/n? Do you need a drink or anything?” You had started focusing on the movie again trying to ignore the feeling in your chest. You glanced quickly at him and then back at the screen slightly shaking your head no. He bit his lip knowing your feelings were hurt by how he’d reacted when Changbin walked in, when you had just been so close to kissing, and he felt guilty. He didn’t want you to think it was because of you, it really wasn’t. When he came back, he’d explain.  

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” You could feel your eyes sting, the familiar burn of tears wanting to surface but you kept your eyes trained on the tv and nodded. Jisung and Changbin went off into the kitchen leaving you in the living room alone, where you took some deep breaths and composed yourself. Maybe it was best Changbin had interrupted. He’d just kept you from making an absolute fool of yourself and ruining your friendship. You went to take a drink of your soda only to find it empty. You kicked yourself for not just telling Jisung yes when he asked if you needed a drink, you pushed yourself up off the couch and headed towards the kitchen. Once Changbin and Jisung had gotten to the kitchen Changbin turned to him with an eyebrow quirked and his nose scrunched. 

“OOoookay what was THAT?!” Jisung played stupid like he had no idea what Changbin was talking about. He just wasn’t comfortable with the topic of him and you just yet, not when he wasn’t sure what to do about his feelings. It was awkward for him to admit to Changbin how he felt about you when he hadn’t even told you yet. It would be with any of the guys, he wasn’t completely sure why. 

“What?! What was what?!” You had made it just outside the of the kitchen when you heard Changbin scoff. 

“Y/n!? Come on... I didn’t think you were into girls like... her...” Jisung’s brows furrowed, he didn’t know what to think about what Changbin seemed to be insinuating. 

“Wh-what do you mean?” Changbin rolled his eyes. 

“You know... bigger.” It was just a word and it was trued but the way Changbin said bigger made you feel absolutely disgusting and the tears you had managed to fend off in the living room were fighting back with a vengeance. It had already been awkward and now Jisung felt embarrassed so he lied when Changbin insinuated again that Jisung was into you. 

“No, I mean what do you mean into? I’m not into y/n?” Changbin scoffed again. 

“Oh yea? What was all that I just walked in on then?” Jisung rubbed the back of his neck thinking of an excuse; but why? Why couldn’t he just say that he did like you? Why couldn’t he just say he WAS about to kiss you? What was so terrible about that? Why did he feel so awkward about it? Why did he feel like Changbin would laugh at him or make fun of if he told him? He just wanted to make a quick excuse, whatever would end the conversation. 

“Dude, she’s got a crush on me. She was all over me but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. She isn’t really MY type...”Jisung was still and idiot. You thought the inflection Changbin had put on bigger made you feel like garbage, that was until you heard the way Jisung say you weren’t ‘his type’. You knew that but it didn’t make it any easier to hear. You hadn’t even realized the tears were trailing down your cheeks at that point. You didn’t need or want to hear anymore. You quietly grabbed your overnight bag, put on your slides and left. 

Jisung had heard the front door click closed. All the other guys were still out so it could have been any one of them coming in but when a couple of minutes had passed and no one had walked through the dorm Jisung walked back out into the living room to check on you and found it empty, the movie paused and the blanket you had been sharing in a heap on the floor in front of the couch. 

“y/n?” Jisung walked towards the bathroom to check and see if maybe you had gone in there. He knocked but the door creaked open and the bathroom was unoccupied. 

“y/n?” He decided to go back and check his room although it wasn’t likely you were there and Jisung could feel anxiety creeping up on him. He thought back about the look on your face when he’d left you in the living room. He opened the door to his room and as he had suspected, you weren’t in there. He made his way back through the living room on a mission and Changbin tried to stop him. 

“What’s up? What’s going on?” Jisung moved Changbin out of his way and walked towards the foyer, seeing your bag and shoes were gone. 

“FUCK.” Changbin walked up behind Jisung. 

“What? Fuck what?” Jisung spun around and Changbin could see the worry on his face. 

“You... you don’t think she heard us, do you?” Changbin’s face softened when he realized you were what Jisung was worried about. He gave him a sympathetic look and shrugged his shoulders. 

“FUCK!” Jisung slipped on his shoes and jacket and ran out the door hoping you weren’t too far ahead of him. It was the time of year that it was starting to get a bit chilly when the sun was down and tonight was the coldest it had been yet. It wasn’t freezing but definitely too cold for you to be walking off in what you were wearing, not to mention not safe. When Jisung got out to the street he looked up the sidewalk one way and then the other but didn’t see you. He ran in the direction of the closest bus stop and when he rounded the street corner, he saw you under the florescent lights of the bus stop enclosure. You had your big bag by your feet and had your arms wrapped around yourself, hugging your body, clearly trying to keep warm as you waited for the next bus on the line. Jisung ran up towards you. 

“y/n!? Hey! Why’d you take off? It’s fucking freezing out here, take my jacket. Let’s go back inside and finish the movies...” Jisung took his coat off and went to put it around you but you pulled away and tightened your grip on your arms. 

“No, I’m going home. Sorry I was all over you. I know I’m too... heavy... for that. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m just... I’m just gonna to go home.” You did your best not to choke on your words and Jisung winced at them knowing you weren’t only upset about how he’d reacted to Changbin but you had heard everything they had said in the kitchen as well. 

“y/n... I... please come back inside you shouldn’t be outside dressed like this.” Of course, he meant he didn’t want you catching cold only wearing shorts and a crop top. You looked away not wanting Jisung to see the fresh tears that were pricking your eyes. 

“I knew I shouldn’t wear stuff like this. I’m only going to bed when I get home so I’ll just deal with the stares on the bus.” He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood and shook his head. 

“I... I didn’t mean it like that y/n... it’s cold out you’re gonna get sick. Please, come back to the dorm.” You finally looked at Jisung and he could see just how hurt you were, your tear rimmed eyes that were already getting puffy and red. That was the final straw, he was a complete asshole. 

“Just... go finish the movies without me Jisung. I’ll... I’ll see you the next movie night.” He sighed in defeat knowing you were definitely not going back to the dorm with him tonight. 

“Look at least take my coat so you don’t catch your death out here and let me wait with you until the bus shows up.” You let Jisung put his coat over your shoulders this time and huddled into the left-over body heat from Jisung having it on. 

“I’d really rather be alone right now Jisung.” You knew you weren‘t going to be able to get a hold of yourself and stop crying if he stayed. He shook his head, sliding a bit closer to you on the bench wanting to be close to you again and hoping some of his body heat might warm you. 

“It’s not safe for you to be out here at night alone.” You slid away putting distance between you again and looked at your feet like they were the most interesting thing in the world and Jisung’s chest felt tight. 

“I’ll text you when I’m home Ji. Just... please...” Your voice started to faulter and Jisung didn’t push any further. 

“Okay. Alright. Please let me know when you’re home safe?” You bit your lip and nodded still looking down as tears welled up in your eyes again. 

“Good night y/n.” Jisung wanted to lean over and hug you, give you a kiss on your forehead, SOMETHING to comfort you. Instead, he just gave a little nod and headed back to the dorm to give you the space you asked for. When Jisung walked back inside Changbin was on his way out to the gym. 

“Hey, everything cool?” Jisung looked distracted but then it registered that Changbin had spoken to him. 

“Oh, uh. I talked to her... she’s going home.” Changbin nodded and headed towards the door but stopped and turned back. 

“Look, Han-ah, there really isn’t anything between you and y/n?” Jisung really didn’t want to talk about it and didn’t want to deal with Changbin messing with him about it anymore but after you hearing him and Changbin in the kitchen and the way you looked at him down on that bus stop he was certain you’d never want anything to do with him, he’d be lucky if you still wanted to be his friend, so he shook his head. 

“No Bin, we’re just friends.” Changbin nodded and cleared his throat. 

“So, it would be okay if say, I wanted to ask her out on a date?” Jisung’s eyes flashed in Changbin’s direction instantly. 

“What?!” Changbin rubbed at the back of his neck and looked a little sheepish. 

“Well yea, I mean she’s really cute man and she’s nice and like I was saying in the kitchen before I know she’s not really YOUR type but you guys are super close so I just wanted to be sure you weren’t interested in her and see if... you know... if you were cool with me asking her out.” Jisung was at a complete loss for words as Changbin waited for a reply. He wondered how many times in one night he could think to himself that he was an idiot. He’d thought Changbin was being judgmental with his line of questioning in the kitchen but he was interested in you. Even if he had been being judgmental why, WHY did it matter?! It fucking didn’t. Because it didn’t change the way you made Jisung’s heart race just thinking about you. Changbin saw the look on Jisung’s face and knew the answer before he even spoke. 

“I... you’re right Changbin she isn’t like the type of girls I’ve dated in the past but...” Changbin wasn’t dumb and wasn’t one to pussy foot around so he just came out with it. 

“Look Jisungie just say you’re into her, it’s alright. I already caught you almost kissing; what's the big deal? She’s into you too. What are you holding back for?” He didn’t know what to say. 

“Sung, is it that maybe you’re a little worried about what people might be thinking if you date a thicker girl?” Jisung looked at Changbin and his eyes said it all. Changbin had hit the nail on the head. Jisung did think you were gorgeous and what other people thought shouldn’t even matter for that reason alone. He didn’t care what some stranger on the street thought of him and you being together but the guys, like Changbin, for some reason, he thought maybe some of the guys would give him a hard time. Of course, none of the guys had given him any reason to think they would tease him about such a thing because none of them would. Jisung had been in his own head too much. Realizing his feelings for you were deeper than friendship had really sent him through a loop. He was worried about the wrong things; he didn’t know how to act around anyone when it came to you and because of that he was epically fucking up. 

“Jisungie...” He focused on Changbin again. 

“Sort your shit out. If you care about her man it doesn’t matter. She deserves better than that Sung, and you know it.” Changbin slapped him on the shoulder, grabbed his gym bag and left to go work out. About twenty minutes after Changbin had left Jisung got a text notification. He sat up quickly in bed and grabbed his phone. 

You laid back in your bed trying to process the whirl of emotions you’d been put through that night. Hope, excitement, disappointment, pain, confusion. It was all too much to process in one night and there was no way you were going to be able to talk about it with Jisung right then, so you cut him off when he tried. Wasn’t he going to kiss you? Had you read that wrong? If he was going to; why would he if he didn’t like you like that? Pity? You hated all the thoughts racing through your head. You just wanted to forget and fall asleep, after a while your mind slowed down and you were finally able to get some rest.  

Jisung had gone all week not hearing from you. He sent a good morning text every day and then a meme or two with an accompanying caption that would say something like ‘laughed and thought of you’ or ‘remember that one time...’ All of his texts went unanswered and he understood why. He’d hurt you in the worst possible way. It didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try to make it right still. Friday morning, he finally got up the nerve to actually call you. He honestly thought you would ignore the call just like you had his texts but after three rings you answered. 

“Hey Jisung; what’s up?” You sounded drained. All the more reason for you to come over, relax and watch movies with him just like you usually would. 

 “Hey! Uh... I hadn’t heard from you at all this week so I just wanted to make sure we were still on for movie night.” You closed your eyes and chewed at your lip as the memories of the last week’s movie night came flooding back. You had been totally swamped at work, you really hadn’t had time to process a thing, which is why you had been ignoring Jisung’s texts. You had just pushed it down and carried on during the work week because you had to. Now here you were and the feelings were racing head on at you again and you didn’t know if you were ready still. 

“Ji... I... I don’t-” Before you could give any excuse as to why it wasn’t a good idea Jisung interjected. 

“I got comedies like you asked for and all the snacks already. You just have to come over. Will you... come over y/n?” You took a deep breath. Maybe if you just went and kept up with your old routine things would just go back to normal. You didn’t have to talk, just watch movies. 

“Yea, I’ll be over Ji. Is seven okay?” His smile was beaming on the other end of the line, hopeful about the fact that you agreed to come, that maybe, he might be able to fix his fuck up still, even if that meant in the end only being your friend. He would be fine with that. It would be more than he felt he deserved from you. 

“Seven is perfect y/n. I’ll see you then. Bye.” You gave a small hum. 

“Bye Ji, see you.” For you the day seemed to fly by and before you knew it, it was time for you to head to the dorm and you didn’t know if you were really ready to face Jisung again yet. For Jisung the day had seemed to drag on forever. He had finally been honest with himself and the guys and told them all how he felt about you. He asked if he could have the dorm for the night while he tried to smooth things over with you. The guys, of course, were all supportive and agreed to be gone for the night. Jisung frantically cleaned the dorm and staged the living room carefully for your movie night. Snacks spread out, blankets to snuggle up in, all typical staples of your movie nights. Not typical was the dim lighting from candles he’d put out around the room and the lavender oil defusing that Felix had set up for him before he left.  

Just a bit after seven Jisung heard your knock at the door. He opened it and greeted you with his wide toothy smile, the one that reached his eyes and made them scrunch up. If you were exhausted from the work week he couldn’t tell, you looked amazing. He couldn’t help but notice your attire this week was back to the usual pair of sweat pants, t-shirt and a big hoodie over that. Jisung’s smile faltered a bit but he caught himself and moved out of the way to invite you in. 

“Hey! Come on in!” You gave Jisung a small smile and walked in towards the living room. Jisung closed the door and followed closely behind.  

“Do you want me to take your bag or hoodie?” You shook your head. 

“Didn’t bring an overnight bag, I can’t stay this week, and I think I’ll keep my hoodie on for now, I’m kind of chilly. Thanks though.” You looked around the living room as you walked in and noticed the few candles Jisung had lit and could smell the fresh scent of lavender. He walked past you and sat down on the couch grabbing the remote and patting the cushions for you to join him. You swallowed the anxiety and tension you were feeling down and walked over to the couch. Jisung had lifted the blanket he’d thrown over himself so you could sit by him and share, like you usually did, but you opted to sit on the far end of the couch with your feet tucked up underneath you and your knees pulled into your hoodie. You missed the disappointed expression on Jisung’s face because you were trying to look anywhere but at him. Just from the time he had opened the door, your heart had wretched every time you did look at him. He set the blanket back down, making like he’d just been adjusting it a bit and started the first movie of the night, unsure if he was going to be able to focus on the screen at all with the elephant in the room with the two of you. 

You both had managed to get through the first movie. You had chuckled a time or two and even though it wasn’t your usual boisterous laugh Jisung was glad to see, somewhat, of a smile on your face. You were still curled up into yourself on the far end of the couch though and you hadn’t eaten anything. Jisung went to put in the next movie. 

“Don’t let me eat all the snacks y/n. Make sure you get some before I inhale it all and really look like a quokka.” Jisung smiled and puffed his already chubby cheeks out further trying to make you laugh but you just smiled at him weakly. 

“I’m okay Jisung I already had dinner and it probably wouldn’t hurt for me to lay off the snacks a bit.” Like an arrow straight through his heart. His idiocy made you feel this way. That there was something wrong with you that needed changed. He had let his own insecurities about your relationship bleed onto you instead of dealing with his own shit. He fucked up he knew it. He should have been trying to talk things out with you instead of ignoring it. He was just joking around acting like nothing had happened, like he didn’t hurt you. He was trying to make you laugh, but it wasn’t time for his antics, this conversation couldn’t be put off any longer when you were saying things like that about yourself. He couldn’t let it continue. 

“Don’t say that! There’s nothing wrong with the way you look!” You looked up at him a bit surprised by his sudden outburst but your eyes faltered and were cast down again just as quickly. 

“You can say that all you want but it doesn’t change the fact that I need to lose weight. No one wants to date the funny fat girl...” Your voice started to quiver a bit and trailed off, the last thing you said was almost inaudible. 

“... least of all you.” It was so quiet Jisung almost didn’t hear it. 

“What?!” You looked up at him like you’d been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. You hadn’t even meant for it to come out at all let alone for him to hear it. Oh well, what did it matter now. Your feelings had already ruined everything anyway. Might as well lay it all out on the table. 

“Well, it’s true...” You whispered. Jisung sat closer to you on the couch and you shrunk down into your hoodie as you tried to make yourself smaller. 

“y/n. No, it’s not.” Who was he to say that to you when he knew you had heard him. Your voice came out with a bit more venom than before. 

“Jisung, I HEARD you and Changbin. The way you both talked about me...” Jisung went to interrupt you but you put your hand up, stopping him. 

“Let me finish!” He nodded and shut his mouth. 

“When I heard the way you two talked about me, the way he described me, how you said you felt about me, I was disgusted with myself.” You choked back tears and Jisung hated himself at that very moment. If he were any other guy and you had told him about this situation happening, he’d find him and kick his own ass. 

“That night I had finally worked up the courage to wear those pajamas. I’d had looked at them for 3 months before getting the nerve up to wear them in front of you. I hoped that maybe you might see me in them and think, ‘wow y/n is actually kind of pretty’ maybe even sexy. Then we were on the couch and I don’t know I guess I was delusional and thought you were going to kiss me, I read it wrong, obviously. I’ve seen the girls you take home from the club Ji, I’m two of them easily so I wasn’t shocked you weren’t into me but then I heard you in the kitchen. When I looked down at what I was wearing... if I hadn’t been crying Ji, I would have laughed for actually letting myself think for even one second that someone like YOU would ever want to be with someone like me. That YOU would ever think I was pretty or sexy for that matter.” You pulled your knees from your hoodie and stood up as the tears started to fall from your eyes.  

“I... I can’t Ji... I... I have to go. This was a mistake.” You went to go for the door but Jisung grabbed your wrist and stopped you.  

“Wait PLEASE!” You paused in place but didn’t turn to face him. You couldn’t. 

“I’m so sorry. Please, I’m sorry I said any of that stupid stuff, especially since I didn’t mean a single word of it! I... I WAS going to kiss you and then Changbin walked in and I got nervous it had nothing to do with you or how you look I swear. Then when Changbin asked about you in the kitchen I thought he was giving me a hard time about how you weren’t my ‘type’ and then I was embarrassed but it turned out he was asking about me and you because HE wanted to ask you out and he wanted to make sure you and I didn’t' have a ‘thing’ going on. He told me when I came back in that night and I told him... I told him that I did have feelings for you, that I cared about you... more than just a friend.” Now you turned and faced Jisung, your eyes were narrowed but still filled with tears and your voice was weak when you spoke. 

“You AND Changbin have feelings for me? Well, you both have a very shitty way of showing you care about me. Be sure to let Changbin know too.” You pulled your wrist from Jisung’s grip and turned to go walk towards the door again. Jisung ran to stand in front of you, blocking the way, panicked that if you walked out, he may never see you again. 

“Wait! Wait, wait! Don’t go! I... I think I'm in love with you y/n...” You stopped, turned and suddenly slapped Jisung in the face. You didn’t want to hurt him but you just snapped. 

“How dare you! How dare you talk about me behind my back the way you did, make me feel like I was desperate and crazy, like I was undesirable, now you tell me you only said those things because you were embarrassed by me! Embarrassed for one of your friends to think you were interested in a fat girl! Then you have the AUDACITY to say you’re in love with me! Fuck you Jisung!” You started beating against his chest with your fists as you sobbed and cussed at him. 

“Fuck you! FUCK YOU!” He grabbed your arms trying to calm you down. When you realized he was stronger and easily holding you back from hitting him further you did the only thing you could do and fell into his chest, hysterically crying. Jisung wrapped his arms around you and you both sank to the floor. He held you and rocked you, softly humming until you were letting out little gasps and hiccups trying to get control of yourself. 

“No one has ever hurt me like you did Jisung.” He flinched at your words. Knowing that hit him harder than the slap in the face. 

“I won’t ever be able to say how sorry I am and sorry’s will never be enough but if you’ll give me a chance, I promise I’ll never hurt you like that again. If you give me a chance y/n I’ll love you like no one ever has before.” Jisung’s hands cupped your face and he looked into your eyes with so much conviction it was impossible not to believe him. 

“Jisung... I...” More tears gathered and fell and Jisung swept them away with his thumbs. 

“Please.” He pleaded with you and you gave him a small nod, then he leaned in and softly kissed your lips. It was so warm, inviting, pulling you in for more but instead you pushed against Jisung’s chest and he pulled back and looked at you. Your eyes flicked between his as you searched for any uncertainty but you only saw love. You gripped his shirt where your hand had been resting on his chest and crashed your lips back into his. The kiss was so heated this time, so needy, you had wanted Jisung for so long and now, now you had him. You straddled his lap but didn’t sit your weight on him as your hands cupped his soft cheeks and you continued to make out. Jisung’s arms wrapped around your midsection pulling you close, your chests pressed together. He wanted you as close to him as possible. He pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed tightly, out of breath from kissing you. 

“Jagi, I want feel every bit of you, want to make you to feel as beautiful as you are...” Jisung toyed with the hem of your hoodie and t-shirt silently asking permission to remove them. You lifted your arms and allowed him to, although you were extremely nervous to be in only your bra in front of him, even in the dim lighting. Jisung lifted the shirt and hoodie over your head and tossed it aside taking in the expanse of skin in front of him. He wanted to touch you everywhere but instead his hands gripped your hips and eased you down so that your full weight was on his lap and your clothed heat was pressing into his hard on. When you opened your mouth to protest putting your weight on him Jisung silenced you with his lips. He gripped your soft hips tighter, fingers digging in to your plush skin as he helped move you back and forth over his erection, finding a rhythm. You pulled away from the kiss panting as Jisung started to meet your grinding with his own. 

“J-Ji... Ji... I don’t want to hurt you...” He stopped, removing his hands from your hips and holding your face so that you couldn’t help but look him in the eyes. 

“Does it look like you’re hurting me?” You bit your lip and softly shook your head no in his hands. Jisung grabbed one of your wrists guiding your hand to grab his hard on underneath you. His eyes closed and his mouth fell open, letting out a breath when you gently squeezed. 

“Does it feel like you’re hurting me?” You were breathless still as you shook your head again. 

“No Jisungie... it feels... good.” You finally breathed out the word. 

“It does feel good jagi. YOU feel good. God keep riding me please!” His hands grazed a soft trail down your full breasts back to your hips urging you to continue your movements. You wrapped your arms around Jisung’s neck and rocked your hips over him again, this time with more vigor and the broken moan that fell from his mouth made you soak your panties. You gripped his broad shoulders and rotated your hips grinding against him with more confidence the more he moaned and panted. 

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum in my pants if you don’t stop jagiya...” You stopped your movements but cupped Jisung’s soft cheeks and continued your assault on his lips. You sat there lazily making out, tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths, teeth tugging at lips, hands exploring, caressing, until Jisung was forced to pull away to take a breath. His hands ran up your arms and he dragged his fingertips gently back down causing goose bumps to rise in their wake. You looked into his eyes and him into yours, both of you breathless, trying to read the other’s mind. 

“Jisung?” He pressed his lips together giving you a nod and a small smile as his hands found their way to your hips again. 

“Will you... can we...” You knew you wanted Jisung and even though you were on his lap, in your bra and had been kissing and touching each other for quite a bit at that point, you were still self-conscious and scared to ask him what you wanted. You let out a frustrated huff of air, closing your eyes and Jisung cupped your jaw and ran his thumb along your cheek and you looked at him again. 

“Take a deep breath. Whatever you want, whatever you want to ask, it’s okay.” You closed your eyes and took a deep calming breath like Jisung had told you to. 

“Please take me to bed? I want you Jisung, I need you.” You looked down at where you gripped his shirt tightly as you told him exactly what you had been so scared of saying. Jisung dipped his head down catching your eyes in his again. 

“Jagi...” Jisung’s gaze darkened suddenly and before you could think he had his arms wrapped around you and shifted you both so that he was now slotted between your legs laying over you kissing down your neck reaching for the waist band of your pants.  

“Wish you’d worn those shorts again...” He peppered more kisses across your throat and took the fleshy part of your ear lightly between his teeth. 

“You were so fucking SEXY in them I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” You pushed against Jisung’s chest stopping him then slowly slid out from under him and stood up. He was confused at first, worried maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned the week before but before he could stress out you pushed your sweats down and stood there in your bra and panties. Jisung stood up quickly and took in every inch of skin you were offering up to him. All of it soft, plush, curvy and so inviting. You beckoned him over to you. 

“Come here, touch me Ji.” He didn’t need to be told twice. He invaded your proximity immediately, his hands running along your smooth skin pulling you closer. 

“Fuck you’re gorgeous, don’t know what to touch and kiss first.” Your skin flushed at Jisung’s words and you felt your core throb for him. Jisung’s lips ghosted over your neck before raking his teeth across your collar bone and pulling the prettiest moan he’d ever heard from you. He grabbed your hips and pulled them forward into his. With only his clothes creating a barrier between you, aside from the thin, lacey, boy shorts you were wearing, you could perfectly feel his hard cock pressed against you. Jisung’s eyes closed and his head tilted back a little, he bit his lip and hummed enjoying the warmth of your soft body against his and then he looked at you with a mischievous smile.  

“Come to bed jagi...” He kissed your neck again before pulling you, leading you towards his room, towards his bed. You could feel your nerves starting to come back once you walked into his bedroom. It was still dimly lit but it was brighter than the living room and you felt a bit more exposed and self-conscious. You pulled your hand away from Jisung and went to cover yourself. Jisung grabbed your hand back and pulled you close wrapping his arms around you and pressing his forehead against yours.  

“No. Please? Don’t? You’re perfect,” He peppered soft kisses over your shoulder trying to comfort you and you let out a soft sigh. Jisung pulled away and pulled his shirt off exposing his broad chest and soft tan skin. You would think him evening the playing field by removing some of his clothes would make you feel less nervous but it only made it worse and you went to cover up again. Your hands were slightly shaking when Jisung pulled you close again, his warm skin pressed against yours and you could feel his breath on your neck as he whispered in your ear. 

“You’re so fucking sexy. Please don’t hide.” He pressed soft kisses down the side of your neck again. You could feel tears pricking your eyes and you were so mad at yourself that you were about to ruin this moment. You wanted to believe what he said but you just didn’t feel sexy. Jisung could feel that you were still tense, he pulled back and saw your tears. 

“y/n... what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?” You shook your head no. You scoffed at yourself and wiped your tears away. 

“No Ji, it’s okay really, I just need a second. I’m feeling...” You looked down at yourself and Jisung knew. 

“Hey, take a second, take ten, it’s alright jagyia.” He rubbed soft circles on your hips with his thumbs and it started to help your heart rate slow down a bit. When you looked at Jisung again his face was so soft and laced with concern. You leaned in and pressed your lips against his, your fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck. It was soft at first but as you felt his skin under your fingertips it became more frenzied. Both of you gripping, squeezing, roaming, moaning into the other’s kiss. You felt a sudden rush of bravery and reached into Jisung’s sweat pants grabbing his dick firmly and stroking it like you had done it to him a hundred times before. It was gentle but not too gentle and the way your thumb brushed that sweet spot under the head of his cock was sinful as you stroked him just fast enough to make him want more.  

“FUCK y/n! Yes, JUST like that.” Jisung lead you towards the bed as you continued to stroke him. When the back of your knees hit the bed you removed your hand from his pants and fell back on it. Your hair spread around your head like an angel and your chest was rising up and down rapidly as you laid there breathless from your desire. Jisung slid his sweats and briefs down at once, his cock springing free and standing firm. It was long and not too thick and curved up. He was gorgeous so it wasn’t surprising that he had a pretty cock too. Feeling it in your hand had been one thing but seeing it now, your mouth watered for him. 

“Jisungie...” You whined for him and he came to kneel between your legs on the bed. His hands traveled up your sides their destination being your breasts which he cupped firmly before grabbing the center of your bra with both hands and ripping it open, your big breasts bouncing free as you gasped in shock. 

“HAN JISUNG, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH A BRA LIKE THAT COSTS!?” Jisung leaned down sucking a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth until it was perked and hard effectively stopping your complaint. He let go and smirked at you. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I’ll buy you a new one jagi.” His lips wrapped around your other nipple and he sucked on it gently as you melted underneath him. Jisung kissed his way down your body until his face hovered right over your clothed core. He gripped your panties and looked up at you. 

“These expensive too?” He said quirking his eyebrow at you. You rolled your eyes at him playfully. 

“YES. And my favorite pair so DON’T rip them.” Jisung pouted and then gently slid your panties over your ass and down your legs.  When his face was lined up with your naked, dripping, cunt you started to feel your heartbeat pick up. Before you had a chance to let your nerves get the best of you again, Jisung spread your lower lips open and licked a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves between his pouty lips and drinking in every bit of you. Your hands gripped Jisung’s hair as he licked, kissed, and sucked on your clit. He was messy but with finesse and between your arousal and his spit and drool you were certain there had to be a puddle forming underneath you. 

“Ji... oh my god! I’m... I’m...” He hummed in satisfaction that he had you unable to form words and the vibrations from his mouth against your pussy sent you reeling into a mind-blowing orgasm. Your thick thighs clamped around Jisung’s head as you thrust your hips up grinding against his tongue and face. Only when your body relaxed back onto the bed and you were a shuddering mess did Jisung stop kitten licking your sensitive clit. He climbed on top of you and started kissing you, first all over your face, then by your ear, down your neck and shoulder. His lips left your skin and he looked at you for a second thinking about how he’d almost fucked everything with you up, about how he could have lost you but now here you were underneath him panting and glowing still trying to recover from your orgasm. When you opened your eyes and looked at Jisung he leaned down and softly kissed your lips as he slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside you. 

“Fuck! So wet, so soft!” The further Jisung sunk into the faster your soft puffs of breath came out and when he bottomed out inside you, you gasped. He looked at you quickly. 

“Are you okay jagi?” You nodded biting your bottom lip overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside you after just coming down from your first orgasm. Jisung rolled his hips testing to see your reaction. Your eyes went wide and you gasped again.  

“Jisungie! Oh, my fucking god! You feel so good inside me! Please don’t stop!” Jisung started giving you steady hip rolls fucking you slow and deep. He thrust his cock deeper into you, his pelvic bone adding pressure to your clit as well. Your body was buzzing with excitement and your fingers and toes felt like they were going numb from the pleasure. The sound of your drenched cunt and Jisung’s hips slapping against your soft thighs egged him on and he started to fuck you faster, pulling out further and pushing back into you harder each time. 

“FUCK jagiya you take my cock so well beautiful. Look at how well we fit together jagi FUCK!” You looked down where Jisung’s dick, coated in your juices, disappeared inside you and clenched at the sight. 

“Fucking perfect just like I said baby, your pussy was made for me, this is mine now.” Jisung spit on two of his fingers and started rubbing your clit quickly pushing you towards your next orgasm that much faster. 

“God YES Ji please... please... please...” Jisung smiled down at you, sweat dripping down his face. 

“Please what gorgeous, what do you want?” You gripped Jisung’s hips, his soft skin warm under your touch. 

“PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER! MAKE ME CUM JI! FILL ME UP JAGIYA!” Jisung lost his mind hearing you say that, call him that. He gripped your hips and started railing you as hard and fast as his body would let him. The sweat from his face and hair dripping down his chest and back now his teeth clamped onto his bottom lip. 

“You’re gonna let me cum in this tight pussy right jagi? You’re gonna take my load and let me mark what’s mine yea?” You moaned out your approval. 

“FUCK yes! Ji fuck fuck! Give me your cum fucking make me yours Jisung... I’m yours!” You came hard around his cock as he continued to drive into you chasing his own climax and prolonging yours. Your body rolled and your hips chased his as you rode out the best orgasm you’d had in your life. 

“FUCKING beautiful! God you’re gorgeous when you cum y/n... FUCK I can feel your pussy quivering on my fucking cock, you feel so good jagi!” You started coming down from the high of your orgasm, body still buzzing like a million bees lived under your skin and you started begging Jisung. 

“Fuck Ji you’re gonna give it to me right? Fuck I want it so bad! Please cum inside me please! It's gonna be a big load yea? Fuck I hope it’s a big load jagiya, need you to fill me up good, need to feel you dripping from my cunt.” Jisung’s head tilted back as his hips stuttered and he unloaded inside you. 

“FUUUUUuuuuuck jagiya FUCK! Fucking take it! You wanted a big load baby there you go! FUCK! Take my cum like a good girl yea?” Jisung stayed buried inside you until his cock started getting soft. When he pulled out a huge trail of cum came dripping out after. Jisung took two fingers and scooped up the mixture of yours and his cum and sucked them clean. 

“Fuck beautiful...” He ran his fingers through the trail of cum still leaking from your hole collecting more of your mingled juices and he brought his fingers to your lips this time. 

“Taste.” You opened your mouth and sucked on his fingers, swirling your tongue around his digits and humming in delight. 

“Good yea jagi? We taste perfect together.” Jisung scooped the remaining cum dripping from you up and pushed it back inside you pumping his fingers slowly in and out. 

“J-Jisung... I... I ca-” 

“One more jagiya, just one more, you can give me one more yea?” Jisung’s fingers picked up speed and he fucked them into you harder, curling them and easily finding your g-spot. 

“FUCK JI! I... I... FUCK JI!” That was exactly what he was looking for, he plunged his fingers deep into you only bringing them out a millimeter or so and pushing them deeper, then leaned down and sucked your cum glazed clit into his mouth, slurping on you as he fucked your hole hard with his fingers, the cum he filled you with coating them and dripping down your asshole, causing you to clench around his fingers that seemed to find that delicious spot inside you with precision. 

“Squirt for me jagiya, fucking cum on me baby.” He whispered against your pussy before diving back in and devouring your cunt like a ravenous animal. Between Jisung’s fingers and mouth the taut string inside you snapped. 

“MMmm FUCK FUCK JI OH FUCK I’M COMING I'M COMING!” You had never squirted before in your life but suddenly you were soaking Jisung and his sheets. His fingers, still deep inside you, gently massaging your g-spot, giving your clit tiny little licks with the tip of his tongue as you finished coming on his face and started twitching and shuddering from the overstimulation. When Jisung removed his fingers and sat up you saw your cum dripping from his chin and glistening on his chest. 

“Oh my god, did I?!” Jisung smirked and leaned over kissing your lips softly before giggling against them. 

“Cum all over me? Yea baby you did and it was sexy as fuck!” You blushed and tried to push him off as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and tickled you with his kisses and love bites. You pushed harder and he finally sat up, he got very quiet and looked down at you softly smiling. The longer Jisung’s eyes roamed your naked body the more uncomfortable you got. Now that you weren’t caught up in the heat of the moment and lost in the pleasure Jisung had been giving you, the little negative voices in your head came back to put you back in your place. You grabbed a throw blanket he had at the foot of his bed and went to cover up feeling far to exposed in the moment. Jisung thought you looked so beautiful; you didn’t need to cover up. He wished he had never said the things he did, that he’d never made an insecurity you already had worse. He had looked at you laying there your full breasts, the soft tummy rolls, the plush love handles just over your hips, your thick ass and thighs, FUCK you were perfect but when you saw him staring at you like that you only felt overwhelmed by your doubts about your body. 

“Why don’t we go take a shower yea? Get cleaned up and go to bed?” Jisung’s suggestion sounded so tempting, a nice hot shower after getting fucked senseless but it also meant standing under florescent bathroom lights where he’d be able to see ever stretch mark, every dimple of cellulite, every flaw. He could see you having an internal battle with yourself over it. 

“Hey...” You looked up at him like you’d been startled from your thoughts. 

“I know whatever is going on in that gorgeous noggin of yours is my fault right now...” You pressed your lips together. 

“Jisung no...” He shook his head and put up his hand stopping you. 

“y/n yes, it is. It might have been something you were self-conscious about already but I only threw fuel on the fire. I PROMISE I will do whatever I can to prove to you that you are a beautiful human being, just the way you are. I PROMISE I’ll always make sure to tell you how absolutely stunning you are and how you are leaps and bounds out of my league and yet for some reason you slum it for me.” He winked at you and you laughed. 

“So... shower?” He suggested again. You smiled and nodded. Jisung stood up and offered his hand to help you off the bed. You headed to the bathroom with Jisung fused to your back kissing whatever his lips could find. 

“You know if we fuck in the shower I could cum all over these and clean you right up.” His hand squeezed your breasts tightly before roaming over your tummy, your hips and ass. You were barely up the hall and Jisung was already trying to slide his fingers through your folds again. When you got to the bathroom door you turned and pecked his lips. 

“That’s true jagiya, or you could cum down my throat and I could just swallow it and have no mess at all.” You licked up his lips to the tip of his nose and went into the bathroom as he stood there speechless for a moment before chasing after you.

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🖤: Jeongin x Reader 🖊️: 1,512 🚨: strong language, porn, a little bit of plot, some fluff i guess. A/N: This was a request that I was sitting on for a hot minute, they wanted smut, i wanted fluffy so this mess came about. And this gif has absolutely nothing to do with the story, im just absolutely feral over this fucking man, i cannot help it. So yeah, please enjoy ~~Kitty <3

Teaser: “Innie? Baby?” You tapped his arms trying your best to rouse him awake again to no avail. He was always like this, as much as you hated the mornings, Jeongin hated them 10 times more than you. He was the worst to wake up. You turned as best as you could to catch a glimpse of his face and to your surprise, he was staring right back at you. “What the fuck? How long have you been awake?”

You’re woken to warmth dancing across your face, the bright light of the morning sun beaming through the shades in your bedroom. You attempted to turn around to shy away from the sunlight but the strong arms wrapped around your chest stopped you from shuffling around the bed. As you shuffle to get comfortable against the broad naked chest behind you, you feel a pressure between your legs and you let out a breathy moan as the pressure increases as you shuffled your ass backwards. Oh… right. 

You and Jeongin had gone on a romantic date last night. He had planned it so perfectly, he chose where you were eating, what you were wearing, and where you ended the evening. The day before your date he had taken you to the stores to pick out your outfit for dinner. You had tried on about 20 dresses before he chose his favorite. He had picked out your shoes and accessories and laid them out for you. He wore a suit and matched his tie to your dress. Honestly, you wanted to jump his bones the second he walked into your shared bathroom in a suit. But you controlled yourself, wanting to enjoy the beautiful evening your boyfriend had planned. You enjoyed dinner of course but you couldn't get your mind out of the gutter. All you wanted was for him to grab you and fuck you roughly against a wall. And thankfully your prayers were heard because the second you got home he pushed you against the wall and fucked you relentlessly. Apparently, he was also having a hard time keeping himself in check during dinner. You can't remember how many rounds you went, nor when you passed out. And now here you were, stuffed full with his cock inside your snug walls.

You ground your hips back to feel Jeongin’s cock stretch your walls. This was definitely a nice way to wake up. You wanted to wake him up so he could actually fuck you instead of you attempting to fuck yourself on him.

“Mmm, babyy,” you whined as you gripped his arms that were still tightly wrapped around your body. He didn’t budge. “Innie? Baby?” You tapped his arms trying your best to rouse him awake again to no avail. He was always like this, as much as you hated the mornings, Jeongin hated them 10 times more than you. He was the worst to wake up. You turned as best as you could to catch a glimpse of his face and to your surprise, he was staring right back at you. “What the fuck? How long have you been awake?”

“Good morning to you too baby,” he whispered as he thrusted harshly into you, earning a sinful moan from you. “And to answer your question, I woke up when you started moving. Tried so hard to fuck yourself, hm?” 

“Ah, Innie,” you moan as he slowly drags his cock out of you and harshly stuffs it back in. You love morning sex, if you could wake up every day like this you would be the happiest woman on the planet. “Baby, please, just fuck me. Please don’t tease.”

Jeongin chuckles darkly as he snakes his hand up to your neck and rests his hand there. “But I like teasing you,” he squeezes your neck as he thrusts into you, a high-pitched groan escaping your lips. “See, 'cause then I get to hear your pretty little sounds.”

You reach back and grip his hip, digging your nails into his flesh to ground yourself as you feel him drag his cock out of you before thrusting harshly back into you and repeating over and over. Each time he thrusts in he tightens the hold he has on your neck, and each time he pulls out he releases the hold. You’re starting to get dizzy from the pleasure he’s giving you, your bodies sticking together from the sweat building up between you two.

“Fuck, you keep sucking me in baby, so tight,” he moans in your ear. “You’re teasing me right back aren't you?” He thrusts harshly into you, the grip on his neck tightening more than it did previously. “Hmm? Are you teasing me, baby? You want me to fuck you that bad?”

“Mmmm!” You moan, unable to trust your voice. God, you want him to use you so badly. You want him to ruin you, to do whatever he wants with you. “Nnn, ye-yes!”

“Mmm, ok, since you were so good last night, I’ll have to give my baby what she wants,” Jeongin picks up his pace, brutally thrusting his hips into yours, the drag of his cock feeling ridiculously delicious against your dripping folds. You shriek as he tightens his hand around your neck once again and moves the other to your hip in a bruising hold.

His thrusts are rough as his hips slap against your ass, your high-pitched moans filling the sunkissed room, his quiet huffs and grunts muffled by your hair as he keeps his head buried in the back of your neck. You dig your nails into his hip and arm, trying your best not to lose your mind. Your walls flutter around his cock, your high approaching dangerously fast.

“Oh, baby, so close already?” Jeongin teases as he nips at your ear. You moan in response, pushing your hips back into his. He moves his hand on your hip to your aching clit and begins rubbing harsh circles causing you to flinch in his hold, too overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“F-fuck, I-Innie, ahhh!” You scream, desperate to reach your high. You purposefully tighten your walls around his cock, squeezing as hard as you could. A beautiful moan rips from his chest as his fingers halt their movements.

“Dear god, do that again,” Jeongin demands as he picks the pace up on his thrusts and fingers. You’re having a hard time focusing but you want to cum so bad at this point, you’re so desperate for it. 

“G-gon cum,” you stutter out as you grip his arm, your nails digging in and breaking the skin. 

“Fuck, you can cum, cum for me baby,” Jeongin encourages as his grip tightens on your neck and he applies more pressure to your clit. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your vision goes white and you feel your orgasm rush from your head down to your toes, your body convulsing in Jeongin’s hold, screams ripping from you as he works you through your high. His thrusts begin to get sloppy as your orgasm rushes through you. He thrusts deeper inside of you as he lets out a breathy moan, releasing inside of you. Jeongin shallowly thrusts into you as he works through his orgasm, slowly rubbing your clit to work you through the remnants of yours. You both bask in the afterglow of your mind-blowing orgasms. He releases his hold on you and slips his softening cock out of your dripping cunt. You turn around to face him and giggle as you finally get to see his beautiful soft features.

“Good morning, handsome,” you whisper as you push a few strands of his hair away from his forehead. He chuckles and snakes his hands around your hips and pulls you closer to him.

“Good morning, love,” he kisses your forehead and nuzzles his nose against your cheek. “I want to wake up like that all the time.” You laugh and lightly slap his chest. “What? I’m being serious!” He laughs, kissing the tip of your nose.

“I know you’re being serious, trust me,” you laugh as you cup his cheek, slowly running your thumb across his skin. “I’m not gonna lie, I really liked it too.”

“Fuck yes! Does that mean we get to wake up like that all the time?!” Jeongin asks as he sits up from his excitement, slightly leaning over you.

“Not all the time, but sometimes sure,” you shrug. He immediately tackles you into a bone-crushing hug. 

“FUCK YES!” He yells as he smushes you against his chest. “My girlfriend is the best. You’re the best. Did you know that?”

“Of course, I know that.” You smirk at him and he smiles back.

“Good, that’s my girl.” He leans down to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. You hum in appreciation as he pulls away. You huff quietly as you get up and out of bed, leaving Jeongin on his own. “Uh, where do you think you’re going?”

“Well, someone decided to cum inside of me so I kind of have to do something about that. And I’m in desperate need of a shower.” You tease as you walk towards your bathroom.

“So, you’re just going to leave me here?” Jeongin deadpans.

“I never said you weren’t invited,” you wiggle your eyebrows at him and skip into the bathroom. Jeongin smirks and quickly gets up from the bed, scooping you into his arms and fireman carrying you into the bathroom, slamming the door shut with a huge smile on his face.

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[farfromsugafanfic]

Hiii, May i request Stray Kids reactions to you asking them to move in with you please 🥺🫶🏼

SKZ Reaction To You Asking Them To Move In With You

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Thanks for the request! I know getting the requests (and content in general) has been slow lately and I appreciate y'all for bearing with me. Also, Happy New Year!

Chan:

This man is going to be ECSTATIC when you ask him to move in with him. He has honestly been waiting for this day. With that said, if he is still living in the dorm full time when you ask him, he will still continue to live there part time, especially during long weeks since it is nearer to work and allows him to collaborate with the members better.

But, he will come home to you as much as possible. While he is normally a very organized person, he will get a bit excited and start sending you apartment listings without important features you would've talked about (such as if they don't allow pets, outside your budget, etc.). Don't worry, he'll calm down after a few days lol.

Minho:

Honestly, Minho will be pretty chill as long as you agree to having cats and are okay with his crazy schedule. He will low key wonder what took so long. Minho will also be so helpful when you're actually moving by carrying all of the heavy things and making sure you remember to take a break and eat.

He will be secretly touched that you want to take this step with him and will probably express it in some way you will only realize later. I also wouldn't be surprised if he ends up convincing you to let him pay the majority of the rent, or even all of it.

Changbin:

Will immediately do two things: 1). Act cute 2). Be surprised. No matter how long you have been with Changbin or how stable your relationship is, these sorts of gestures that indicate an evolution in the relationship will always shock him.

While Changbin's Leo sun makes him outwardly confident, he secretly hides a lot of insecurity and uncertainty. So, when you ask him to move in, and once he realizes you're serious, he'll pull you off the ground and into a hug. On move in day, he definitely wears a tank top just to tease you.

Hyunjin:

I imagine it will happen fairly casually and Hyunjin will be shy and cute as he says yes. I mean, he sorta already lives with you anyway based on how much time he already spends at your place. Will shyly ask for a space so he can paint and is SO happy when you say yes. He isn't used to living with anyone other than the members or his parents, so when you easily let him have an extra bedroom for his art, he thinks this is the best thing he's ever done.

Despite being an introvert, he seems like the type to throw a house warming party once the apartment is immaculately decorated with his and other's art. Also, he will have to introduce Kkami to space, of course.

Jisung:

Like Changbin, he's a little shocked, but eager to accept. Ngl, he does get a little anxious when he considers how he will work with the members and definitely wants a place close to the current dorm so that he can maintain a good work/life balance.

However, once you actually get a place and moved in, he is going to be so happy. Will stay up all night with you just so he can enjoy spending time with you in a space that is just for you two.

Felix:

Felix may ask before you get the chance. He can't imagine anything better than getting to live with you. Like Hyunjin, he will also take decorating the apartment extremely seriously. You probably won't even need to lift a finger in that regard.

He does feel a bit weird without the members at first and will go back to the dorm on nights you're out of town. Felix will also always come home to you at night, even if it's late.

Seungmin:

You decide to broach the subject with Seungmin gradually. It's not that you're afraid he will say no, he just tends to take these sorts of things seriously and would probably want to be the one to ask. Still, you begin hinting that your lease is ending a few months before it actually does. When you finally ask, there is little hesitation. In fact, he took your hints so well, he already has a list of apartments saved.

That said, Seungmin will insist on making the deposit and buying any new furniture. It's not that he doesn't respect that you make your own money and enough to make occasional big purchases, but it just makes the most sense from his point of view.

Jeongin:

Jeongin may be among the most hesitant to move in with you. It's not exactly that he doesn't want to, it's just that he will definitely miss the members. Still, when he agrees and you start making plans, he will become excited.

He's another budding interior designer and will spend literally hours picking out everything from the right color of curtains to the perfect bedspread. Once you get moved in, he realizes his worries were baseless as he actually enjoys the quiet and getting to see you as soon as he wakes up.

[straylightdream]

If you’re too shy

Seo Changbin x f.reader

college au

↳ After three months together Changbin still manages to surprise you often.

wc: 3.5k

warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, oral (male receiving), oral fixation, size kink, breeding kink, a little bit of cockwarming, soft dom Changbin, dry humping, names such as: (baby, kitten, pretty)

an: I unexpectedly wrote a part two Open Mind. I absolutely love this couple and they inspired my college series. This is always loosely connected to other college skz stories called SSFW

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

Your day at school dragged on and after finishing a huge test you were excited to find your boyfriend waiting outside your class. You rush into his arms and he holds you close. There is nothing quite like his warm embrace. There is just something about him that feels right when he holds you. 

“Somebody missed me,” he says. You hadn’t seen him in two days because he was busy at work in the studio, and you had spent the last two days working on a huge essay that was due. This essay has left you exhausted and stressed out. Of course you missed your boyfriend. Nothing in the world sounded better than getting to spend time with him. 

“I didn’t miss you at all,” you joked before pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. 

“Ouch,” he releases you dramatically. 

“Do you want to hear me say, I desperately missed my boyfriend so much?” You love teasing him like this. It absolutely riles him up and what comes next in the bedroom is always fun. 

“Please stroke my ego,” he reaches down, taking your hand. 

“You only want me to stroke your ego?” 

Leaning forward his lips brush against your ear, “believe me I prefer you stroke my cock too, but we’re in public kitten.” A shiver runs down your spine. Pushing your thighs together you feel yourself growing wet at his dirty words.

Without saying another word he tugs on your hand pulling you down the hall. Things with Changbin are never dull. In the three months you’ve been dating you’ve fallen head over heels for him. You never know what to expect with him. One day he’s whispering the dirtiest things in your ear before bending you over the closest surface he can find, and the next he’s taking you out on a romantic date. With him you really get both sides of things. You won’t ever complain though, you love the duality of him. He’s the same way in bed, sometimes you have messy or rough sex and then there are times like your one month anniversary where Changbin filled your room with roses and proceed to make slow love to you on your bed. 

“Where are you taking me?” You’re curious where he’s leading you. 

“I was taking you to my apartment,” he leads you towards his car. 

“What are we doing at your place?” You hadn’t exactly made plans on what you were going to do. Changbin had texted you in the morning telling you he would pick you up from your last class of the day. 

“Hyunjin is gone for the day with Felix, and I’m attempting to get Minho and Angel to go on one of their ‘not a date’ dates.” You can’t help but smile at the mention of Changbin’s roommates that are clearly together even if they don’t realize it. 

“Shouldn’t we maybe leave them alone so they can have the apartment to themselves?” You know from Changbin has told you and sworn you to secrecy that Minho and Angel are having sex. 

“Believe me even if they stay in the apartment us being there won’t stop them from having sex. They’re really good at being sneaky and not loud.”

“Do they still not know you know?” 

“No and I’m not gonna tell them. I just want them to leave so we can fuck with peace and quiet,” his blunt statement makes you laugh. 

“We can go back to my place.”

“I'm pretty sure your roommate hates me. We aren’t exactly quiet.” 

“Fine, let's go to your place. Did you just pick me up from class just so we can have sex?” 

He stops in front of his car, releasing your hand. “No I didn’t pick you up just to have sex. I wanted to spend time with my girl and cuddle. Having sex is just a bonus.”

-

Walking into Changbin’s place he takes your bag and drops it off in his room before coming back to the living room where he left you. Minho peaked his head out the kitchen looking at you and waving. You and Changbin walked towards where his roommates were. Angel and Minho were in the kitchen talking about where they wanted to eat. Chan and his girlfriend get brought up a few times while you listen to them talk. 

Changbin walks up behind you wrapping his arms around your stomach resting his check on your shoulder. “So are you guys going out for the night?”

“Why?” Angel asked. 

“No reason was just curious.” Your boyfriend wasn’t being subtle at all. 

Minho arches his brow at Changbin, “Bin why do you want us to leave?”

Angel rolls her eyes letting you know she knows exactly why Changbin wants the place to himself. “Do you want the short answer or the long answer?” 

“Please don’t make him answer that,” you plead. Your boyfriend does a great job of saying things that make your face burn like the sun with embarrassment. 

“Angel, did you want to get dinner with Chan and Bambi?” Minho doesn’t push for any more answers from Changbin or you. “Chan mentioned them going out and asked if we wanted to tag along.”

“Yeah that works for me,” Angel smiles. “Bin, can we come back at midnight please?”

“Of course you can,” you speak up before your boyfriend can respond. 

The moment you’re alone in Changbin apartment he turns on the tv in the living room. He ordered take out and you sat on the couch comfortably enjoying time with your boyfriend. 

After your finished eating you cuddled up next to Changbin with your eyes glued to

The tv. Things started out innocent. You leaned against him as you were on another episode of Crash Landing On you. His hand rested on your thigh catching your attention. Leaning over he pressed his lips to yours for a quick kiss. 

The kiss is far from innocent from the beginning. He wastes no time pulling your body on top of him so you’re straddling his thighs. Strong hands roam your back as his lips move across your jaw. You think back to the countless times when Changbin would bring your study sessions to an end with you on his lap kissing you while you dry humped him. Out of instinct you roll your hips forward. He groans as your legging covered core brushes against his jean clad pelvis. You keep rolling your hips against his until you start to feel his straining erection against his jeans. 

“Someone is excited,” you smile, pulling away from his lips. 

“Oh kitten,” he groans. 

Getting off him without a word you walk off towards his bedroom. You know you have the apartment to yourself but you don’t want to risk one of his roommates randomly turning up. The last thing you want is for one of the three of them to see you naked in their living room. 

You don’t wait for him to follow you, as soon as you’re in his room you start removing your clothes. The moment he’s in the room he shuts his door and stares at you for a moment before he starts stripping away his own clothes. You’re both left standing there completely naked. 

“Sit on the edge of the bed please,” you say. 

Sitting on your knees between his legs you look up at him. The site of him naked in front of you is something you’ll never get over. His hand reaches out and he runs his thumb across your bottom lip. Your lips part and he slides his thumb into your both. The way he looks at you with lust filled eyes is enough to make you feel weak. 

“Kitten you’re so pretty,” he practically moans. Pulling his thumb from your mouth you lean in closer. Ever so slowly you lick the broad head of erection. The moan that passes his lips is music to your ears. Taking his length in your mouth you take him about half way before pulling away. Leaning back in to lick his length. 

“You have to say that,” you say between licks. 

“I don’t have to do anything,” he smiles. 

“I’m your girlfriend. Don’t you have to say nice things to me?” you tease. 

“I’m only saying things that are true,” he groans as you take his length as far as he’ll go into your mouth. “Baby everything about you is perfect”

A warm feeling takes over your body as you look at Changbin whose eyes are locked on yours. Your hands help with your technique. He is just long enough he doesn’t fully fit into your mouth. You’ve mastered the art of blowing your boyfriend and you know how to make him puddy in your hands. 

He moans your name as his stomach tightens letting you know if you don’t stop soon he’ll finish in your mouth. 

Pulling away releasing him from your mouth you wipe your mouth smiling at him. Pushing yourself off the ground, you stand between his legs, he grabs your ass pulling you closer. 

“You’re so perfect,” he groans. 

He stands up still holding you close to him. “Changbin, what do you think about going bare?” You had been thinking about this for the last couple of weeks. You’ve never trusted anyone like you trust him, and after hearing Bambi talk about Chan’s breeding kink you couldn’t lie it piqued your interest. 

“We’ve never done that,” he responds. 

“I’m on the pill and I think I would like to try that if it’s something you’re interested in.”

“I would love to know what it’s like to feel you completely bare.”

Leaning forward he presses his lips to yours. One hand rests on the side of your neck holding you close to him. This man is absolutely intoxicating and you can’t seem to get enough of him. Pulling away grinning he reaches out taking your breast in his hand. His thumb dragging across your pebbled nipple earning a moan from you.  

In the three months you and Changbin has been together you’ve had sex too many times to count, but that doesn’t mean you can’t get enough of him. Every time you're together it feels like a whole new experience. 

Laying on your back he has your left leg raised resting on his shoulder as he sits on his hunches. His bare length pushes into you, earning a gasp. One hand grips your hip. Closing your eyes you moan attempting to adjust to the stretching feeling. No matter how many times you do this the thickness of his cock always leaves you slightly sore at first. 

“Bin,” you moan, reaching for his hand. 

“Yes baby?” 

“You feel so good.” There aren’t enough compliments in the world you can give this man. The smirk he gives you when you compliment him always makes you smile. Your boyfriend is absolutely beautiful and everything about him is absolutely so sexy, and he’s aware he’s hot but he isn’t cocky. 

“Bin?” You moan with his first deep thrust. 

“Yes kitten?” 

“I want you close,” you reach for his hand. 

He stills and takes your leg off his shoulder. Spreading your legs more he moves so hand hovering over the top of you. He slowly thrust into you causing you to gasp. Reaching up your hand rests on his cheek. The look in his eyes aren’t the normal lust filled haze he gives while you’re having sex. There’s an admiration behind them this time. His hips push into yours at a slow but deep pace. Leaning up you press your lips to his for a searing kiss. 

One of your hands moves down his back resting on his butt. You pull him closer to you causing him to still be inside you. He doesn’t try thrust he just holds still looking down at you. 

“Please kiss me,” you whisper. 

His lips crush into yours and kisses like he needs you to breathe. Your lips move together as his tongue slides against yours. Your hands roam this beautiful bare back. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you moan as his lips kiss their way across your jaw. You could stay like this forever with him. The feeling of him snug inside you while he kisses you sends a warm feeling to your stomach. 

“My pretty girl knows just the right things to say to me.”

Ever so slowly he starts moving his hips. Your hands roam his back as he slowly picks up the pace. Your head rolls back moaning. 

With each slow thrust you feel his thick length hitting just the right spot inside you. With your right hand you reach for his hand. 

“Baby can’t seem to get enough of me,” he groans. 

“Can we change positions?” 

Leaning forward he presses a quick kiss to your lips. “How do you want it kitten?” He stills completely. 

“Can I ride you while you sit up against the headboard?”

Silently he follows your request. He moves so he is sitting with his back against the headboard. You move so you’re hovering over his length. Slowly you slide down his length earning a moan from him. Filled to the brim you sit on his thighs. You press your lips to his for a searing kiss as his hands massage your breast. You work at a slow pace rolling your hips against his. You don’t want rough or quick sex tonight. You want it slow and intense. Rolling your head back a loud moan passes your lips. 

“Thank god we’re home alone,” he says. His hands move to grip your sides to help move you up and down his length slowly. 

“Bin,” you whine. His lips are on your neck while his hands are anywhere they can reach. Your fingers are tangled in his hair holding him close to you. He feels everywhere all at once. His hands on your body and lips against your neck are driving you wild. 

“Pretty you sound so good,” he groans against your skin. Your fingers tighten in his hair. “Does my pretty girl need my fingers on you?” Changbin knows everything he needs to know about your body and knows that most of the time you need more stimulation than just his dick to find your sweet release. 

“Yes.”

His hand dips between your bodies and his fingers start making quick work at rubbing your sensitive clit. A loud gasp passes your lips as the coil in your stomach starts to tighten. His fingers continue their ministration. You rolled your hips up and down his length desperately trying to find your release he’s helping you chase. 

A warm wave washes over you as you find your release. You stop moving your hips moaning his name as your walls tug on his length. He nips at the sensitive skin on your neck. Your heart races as your walls contract, milking Changbin’s still very hard cock. 

“Baby can you lay on your back for me?” He asks. 

Your body feels like jello as you remove yourself from Changbin and lay down on the bed with your legs spread. Your high is still washing over you as Changbin settles between your legs. He thrust into you slowly at first before picking up his pace a little. You cling to his body holding him close to you as he tries to find his own release. He crashes his lips into yours muffling your moans.  

A few sloppy thrust lets you know he’s close to finding his own release. “Are you going to come inside me?” You ask, staring into his warm eyes. 

“Do you want to feel my cum inside you?” He groans. 

You nod your head desperately wanting to feel his release. 

“I’ll give it to you kitten,” with one particularly hard thrust he finds his release. He slowly thrust into you as he paints your walls white. His chest slowly heaves as his high washes over him. 

He pulls out of you and watches as his release slowly drips out of you. “I fully understand why Chan likes doing this,” he chuckles before hopping off the bed. He rushes across the hall to the bathroom and comes back with a warm washcloth. He cleaned up his release from your sensitive core. He tosses the cloth in his hamper before joining you back on bed. 

Laying in bed behind you with his body curled up close to yours. There something so intimate about the two of you laying like this after having sex.  Ever so gently he leans forward pressing his lips to your bare shoulder. 

“I love you,” his statement catches you completely off guard. 

Freezing in place your mind goes at a million miles an hour as you think about the three words he just said to you. “Excuse me what?” You aren’t sure if you heard him properly. 

You roll over and look at him absolutely confused on what is going on. 

“I love you,” he pulls back looking slightly hurt. 

“You love me?”

“Why does that sound crazy to you? I’ve been your boyfriend for three months? It’s rare that I sleep alone anymore and I’m with you almost every day.” 

“No one has ever said they love me.” You think back to your little relationships you’ve had but they have never led to someone saying they love you. 

“Well then I’m proud to be the first person to confess their love to you.”

“I love you too,” your voice is soft. Almost as if you’re afraid to say it out loud. “Is this what sex is like when want to confess you’re in love?”

“I wanted to tell you I loved you for the last two weeks. But today just felt right,” he presses his lips to your bare shoulder for a gentle kiss. “Do you know that Jisung told Honey he loved her after just a month together. I remember him telling me he thought he loved her and I thought he was crazy, and I saw you later that day and when I watched you working on assignments, there was something about the way you looked at me when I said your name that made me realize that I just didn’t like you. I realized then that I was falling for you hard. I fully understood what Chan felt when he looked at Bambi.”

His sweet words gave you butterflies. You can’t help but smile at his confession. “Have you ever been in love?”

“Do you want my honest answer?”

“I always want you to be honest.”

“When I was seventeen I thought I was in love with Bambi, but I realized it was just a crush. I knew she would never look at me the way she did Chan. I’ve never been the type of person to be someone’s boyfriend. So I guess I haven’t really been in love,” he rolls onto his back staring at the ceiling. You move so you’re laying on your side staring at him. His confession that he thought he might have loved his best friend when he was a teenager didn’t make you jealous or anything like. You were just happy he felt safe being honest with you. 

“Have you ever told anyone about Bambi?” 

“Oh god no. Chan was so desperately in love with her from the moment he met her, and she was crazy about him. I knew from the beginning even if I really did love her it didn't matter. I never told Jisung because I wouldn’t want him to be in the middle of something. I realized after prom when we went together even though I liked her, she was always going to love Chan more.”

Moving closer to him you rest your head on his chest. “Thank you for telling me that.”

“You aren’t upset are you?”

“Not at all. I appreciate that you trust me enough to be honest about you. I’m not jealous or upset you liked someone else, because you don’t love her. You love me and that’s all that matters,” you can’t help but smile at the fact he loves you. 

“I love you so much (Y/N).” He presses his lips to the top of your head. 

“I love you too Changbin.”

You lay there cuddling for a little while before Changbin pulls your body on top of his while he kisses you. “How long do you think we have until Minho and Angel are home?” He asks between kisses. 

“It’s 10:52.”

“That’s plenty of time to make you cum at least twice,” he says, earning a laugh from you. 

It’s not long before he is on your back moaning his name again. After midnight when his roommates are finally home and he’s worn you out completely you’re dressed in nothing but one of his shirts curled up close to him. You’re on the verge of passing out when he whispers, “I love you so damn much.” You fall asleep knowing you found the man you truly love. 

[minki-moo]

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a/n ♡ yay another one!!!! my second of 3 biases i love him sm

tags ♡ fluff, bf!minho, friends to lovers, smut, dom!minho, oral (m.receiving) edging, slight degradation (minho calls reader "cock slut") rating ♡ e for explicit

best friend!minho who spams you pictures of his cats whether you ask him to or not

best friend!minho who loves to tease you because he loves to see your reactions

best friend!minho who will say no when you ask him to do something for you but will do it anyways

best friend!minho who will take funny pictures of you when you fall asleep at his place while studying and make it his contact photo for you

best friend!minho who sends you random voice messages whenever he wants to bother you

best friend!minho who would judge every shitty guy who takes you on mediocre dates because he knows you deserve the world

"best friend!minho" who nonchalantly says he likes you one day, not expecting you to feel the same way

boyfriend!minho who isn't big on physical touch, but will put up with it because he knows you love it

boyfriend!minho who's love language is cooking, and loves to bring you homemade meals whenever you have to pull an all nighter to study

boyfriend!minho who takes you on cute café dates whenever you both have the time

boyfriend!minho who will constantly tease you while having sex, laughing at how needy you get for him

boyfriend!minho who loves seeing you fight back, because he knows he'll win anyways

boyfriend!minho who loves edging, never letting you cum until you're crying and begging

boyfriend!minho who will tell you to keep quiet while he's railing you from behind, even though he's knows you can't

boyfriend!minho who loves seeing you on your knees for him, taking his cock down your throat

boyfriend!minho who will mock you when you're a babbling mess, calling you his pretty little cock slut

boyfriend!minho who kisses you all over after you cum, helping you come down from your orgasm

[tinyarsonist]

Love, Love

"For you? In a heartbeat."

Summary: You live your past and future when a one-night stand with Changbin turns into an unplanned pregnancy.

TW: NonIdol!Changbin, Fem!Reader, strangers x lovers, pregnancy, mentions of alcohol, implied pregnancy sex, blow job, cunnilingus, pet names (bunny, bin, mommy, daddy)(but not in the way you think I swear), let me know if I missed anything!

MDNI 18+ ONLY

Past in italics. Future in bold. Rest in present.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

You scream as you feel another rip of pain flash through you. The doctors and nurses crowded around you, encouraging you to keep going. That it’ll all be worth it. Everything you ever dreamed of, waiting to be wrapped up in a blanket and handed off to be cradled in your arms. But that’s the thing--this isn’t what you dreamed of.

Changbin was supposed to be the one by your side. Holding your hand, and trying to keep up a strong appearance for your sake while freaking out all the same on the inside. He was supposed to be your rock.

But he wasn’t here.

You grip the hospital bed bar and yell out again in pain. You somehow knew that you were still nowhere near where you were supposed to be.

Physically. Mentally. Spiritually. Whatever you wanted to call it. 

You weren’t ready.

“I don’t know how I’m going to do this,” You whispered. Changbin sat close to you on the bed. Both of you were looking at that little blue stick that would forever change your lives. It was supposed to be just for one night. One night where the two of you forgot about the rest of the world. Heavy drinking, flirting with strangers at a club. No stress about work, family, or friends. The only thing that mattered was what happened on the same sheets you were sitting on. That was the plan, and the two of you conveniently found one another to forget about life with.

The night was one of the best nights you’ve ever had. Since the two of you had the notion of never seeing each other ever again; there was no reservation when you led him out of the bar and into your apartment. As soon as the door closed, Changbin pushed you against the wall and stripped you of your clothes all in one go. As he was preoccupied with you, you unbuckled his belt and freed his erection from its restraint. Essentially, being pushed on your knees, your lips instantly wrapped around him as he held your head in place and thrusted.

As he laid your head against the wall, he wasted no time in using you to chase his own pleasure. You relaxed your throat as much as you could, tears welling in your eyes from the slight sting but relishing in every movement. Changbin loved the way your makeup ran down your face. Nothing but moans and the sloppy sounds of your mouth echoing around the room. “That’s it. All the way, bunny.”

The rest of the night was history.

When you started feeling off a couple of weeks after, you decided to take a test, just to be on the safe side. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the result on the tiny pregnancy test window.

“How are ‘you going to do this’?” Changbin took his eyes off the test to stare at your profile. It wasn’t exactly the way he imagined his life to take. To be honest it scared him when he got your call, saying you needed to speak with him about something urgently, after not contacting him again after that night. “What do you mean?”

“Well… I’m keeping it…” You look up and turn to meet his gaze. “You don’t have to be around for it--I know that’s asking a lot. A-and I don't expect money or anything, but I did want you to know. It felt like you needed to know and--”

You stopped your rambling as his hand lightly covered yours as you held onto the test. “You're not doing this alone,” he grumbled despite his gentle caress. “I want to make this clear--it's our baby. I'm with you every step of the way.”

Your shoulder relaxed in relief as the two of you shared this moment together. The grip of the test in your hand slightly tightening. 

You howled as another contraction rips through you, your hands finding the sidebars of the hospital bed and clutching on so tightly your knuckles turned white. A nurse dabbed a wet cloth on your face as your body fell back into bed, trying to regain some form of strength for the next round.

“I can't do this. I can't do this,” you sobbed to yourself as the nurse kept trying to calm you down.

“You're almost there,” she cooed. “Your husband will--”

“He's not---agghhh!” You lurch forward as another wave rips through you. Your hair was plastered across your face from the sweat of being in labor for half the day. “He's not my husband!”

By your second trimester, you and Changbin were essentially conjoined at the hip. He meant about being there every step of the way. 

Changbin gave you no room to argue when he mentioned he was moving into your apartment and out of his shared apartment with Chan and Jisung. “How else am I supposed to help you?”

Every middle of the night craving for olives with strawberry ice cream, Changbin got up from your shared bed with no complaints to run to the nearest convenience store. Which was so often enough, that the store owner always hid the items for you whenever they were running low.

“Remind me to send Mr. Kim a fruit basket,” you said with a mouthful of olives as your spoon held a glob of strawberry ice cream. Changbin sat next to you on the couch as the late-night show glow filled the dark living room. He laid his head on your shoulder and snuggled against you. His eyes rested from the lack of sleep, but still forced himself to stay up in case you needed anything else.

“Don't. That kid of his, Seungmin, will probably eat it all before he could even find it.” Changbin grumbled. Chuckling, you placed your cheek on the top of his head as you took a bite of your snack.

Changbin smiled warmly as he felt you move closer to him. He pried open his eyes and placed a hand on your growing belly, remembering when you would fight him at first whenever he would do so. But now? Now, it felt weird to not have him holding you in some form.

“Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?” 

“If you want to know the sex, we can always ask the doctor.” You chuckle as Changbin shook his head and sits up a bit so he could look at you. His hand never moving from its rightful place on your belly. 

“Absolutely not! Then it won't be a surprise!”

“I think having this baby is enough of a surprise as is.”

The two of you laugh at your comment and Changbin can't help but bring you closer. You rested your cheek against his chest as his other arm wrapped around your shoulders. Changbin giggled as you still somehow managed to take another bite of your ice cream while still in his snug hold. The TV continued playing on. Soon a skit of an unplanned pregnancy played, all characters frantically running around trying to organize a shot-gun wedding.

“Do…do you think we should get married?”

Changbin stiffened at your question. But not for the reason you thought. He toyed around with the idea for some time. Tension between his family was a bit rough ever since he told them the news, especially between his father and him. Not only that--he couldn’t help but feel this tug to you now that the two of you agreed to be in this partnership together. Everything felt right. Like he belonged. It would’ve been easier to propose; to him, his family, and the child you two were bringing into this world.

But would it be for you?

“I don’t want you marrying me, because you have to.”

Your head shot up. Did that mean he’s thought about it? Did that mean this relationship was more than platonic just for the baby’s sake? Your heart pounded at the closeness of you two. “But you would…you would marry me if I wanted to?”

Changbin lowered his head a bit so his lips could hover just above yours. 

“Only if you wanted to.”

Fear set in Changbin’s heart as he ran through the airport. He got your multiple voicemails. Each becoming more and more panicked than the last, as soon as his plane touched down. The baby wasn’t due for another week. He thought he had more time.

Changbin was cursing himself under his breath as he pushed past the crowd. Scolding himself for taking on that account when he should’ve been with you. “It’ll be fine she said,” Changbin flagged down a cab. “You’ll have time, she said.”

He knew it was unfair to blame you. You couldn’t control the weather, let alone when you went into labor.

When the cab came to a standstill due to bump-to-bumper traffic, Changbin wasted no time rushing out of the vehicle and booking it towards the hospital. Dodging any incoming cars that were trying to beat the traffic. He was sweating by the time he reached the front desk, desperately asking what room you were in. “Room 325,” the station nurse said. Watching as he frantically ran towards the direction she pointed in.

Finally reaching your door, Changbin’s hand hesitated before pulling down on the handle.

This was it. The past 8 months were drawing to a close. Where did that leave the two of you? Would you want him out of the apartment by the time the baby’s sleeping schedule was set? Did all the late-night talks and surprise breakfast-in-bed mornings come to an end?

Changbin didn’t have time to let his thoughts spiral out of control as the nurse inside the room opened the door for him. “Oh,” she jumped a bit at his presence. “Are you the husband?”

“I’m not…” Changbin stopped himself and just nodded. The nurse gave him a smile before opening the door to let him through. Offering her congratulations before leaving the three of you alone.

You sat on the hospital bed, swaddling this new love you brought into the world close to your chest. Your back slightly turned away from Changbin as he took small steps toward you, his face dropping a bit.

“I missed it?”

You turn your head slightly and smile at him. “You’re here.”

“Of course,” Changbin sat next to you on the bed. His arm wrapped around you and pulled you to lean back into his chest. His head pressed against yours as he closed his eyes. Just having you in his arms was enough to chase the fears away. “Pretty sure I caused a car crash on the way over, but I didn’t want to miss it.”

“You’re here now, that’s all that matters.” You shifted a bit to reveal the tiny figure in your arms. Changbin’s eyes widen as he stares down at your shared creation. They instantly softened as love filled his entire body. “Would you like to meet your daughter?”

Having the little one in his arms for the first time was nerve-racking. Once his gaze locked on the sleeping babe, his confidence filled a bit. He felt your head rest on his shoulder as the two of you stared in awe. “We made this,” his voice was but a whisper. At this moment Changbin knew what he wanted. He didn’t want this to end. The three of you were meant to live out your lives together, and he didn’t want to let go of that. “I--”

You already knew where this was going. You felt it too. Everything was set perfectly, despite the both of your run-down expressions. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. You cut him off with a gentle kiss. When the two of you parted the words flowed out of your mouth without any thought. 

“Marry me?”

Changbin’s forehead pressed against yours; “In a heartbeat.” 

“I’m serious, Bin!” You laugh as the two of you attempted to put together a nursery room in your spare bedroom. Changbin was getting frustrated trying to put the cradle together. How in the hell was this long stick supposed to fit in this pocket?! “You’re reading the direction wrong! Here let me help.”

“Ah, ah!” Changbin playfully slapped your hand away. “Let Daddy take care of it.”

You knew he didn’t mean it in that way, but you couldn’t help but feel the heat spread throughout your body. “You can’t say things like that…”

Nothing could happen. You were about ready to pop. Feet swelling up so much, Changbin had to give them a massage every day after work just so you were able to walk. Despite all of that, Changbin put down the piece he was holding and gave you a knowing look. “Oh?” He grinned. “Why is that, bunny?”

He leaned in close enough to guide you to lie down gently on the floor. Soft kisses were placed on your neck and collarbone. Careful to not put any pressure on your belly. You sighed happily at the attention. Guess it’s true what they say about the raging hormones. “You’d really have sex with a pregnant lady?”

“With you? In a heartbeat.”

“Told you we’d have a girl,” Changbin smiled as he held your daughter in his arms. Taking in everything he could to forever grave this memory in his head. As if it would be that easy to forget this day; the birth of his daughter and engagement to you.

“Guess I lost that bet,” you laugh. Your fingers gently caress her cheek. “Look, she has your dimple!”

Your daughter cooed in her sleep, showing off that famous indent on her cheek. Already showing off the Seo smile. Changbin grinned; “What should we name her?”

“We gotta hurry,” Changbin said breathlessly as he stripped off his shirt and crawled on the bed towards you. You laid on your satin sheets, already naked and ready for the taking. “My girl is already questioning where I ran off to. She’ll get suspicious soon.”

“You know,” you moan as his lips latch onto your nipple. “We wouldn’t have to keep up this charade if you just--”

You couldn’t finish your thought as his hand slotted itself between your legs. Wasting no time in playing with your folds, as he usually does, and inserts two fingers to stretch you out. His pace was almost relentless, his hand covering your mouth as your moans started to get louder and louder. “Hush, bunny.”

The four years since the birth of your daughter have only spurred on your sex life with Changbin. Even though you knew he had another woman close to his heart. But you had to admit, there was something exciting about sneaking away for a quickie.

Changbin released his hold on your mouth and lowered himself down to your pussy. “Always so pretty,” he breathed against you. His lips instantly found your clit and kissed you in every way that you liked. That was the bright side to your getaways; he never wasted time on getting the job done.

“Bin, I’m--” 

Before you could finish, your sentence and your orgasm. A loud knock banged on your bedroom door. Hearing the voice muffled behind the door made you both groan. “Your other woman is requesting your presence,” you teased.

“Yea, yea.” Changbin pulled his fingers out of you and kissed you deeply before getting up to wash his hands quickly. You pulled the sheets over your naked body as he opened the door, revealing your adorable daughter holding a stuffed pink bunny. A pink bow dawned on her head as she looked up at Changbin. “Daddy, I wanna play dress up!”

“You wanna play dress up?” Changbin grinned as he picked her up and gave a peck on her cheek. “Okay, okay. Let’s go play. Say night to Mommy.”

You blow a kiss at your daughter as Changbin looks at you. The softness when looking at your daughter was replaced with a much darker expression as his eyes laid back on you. “You don’t do anything without me. Daddy will be back to play with you later.”

The question of naming your daughter hung in the room. Despite the many months of having time to plan, that seemed to be the only thing the two of you didn’t think about. The pink decorations hanging in the hospital hallway caught your attention before bringing it back to your new bundle of joy.

“Aera,” you smile. Changbin kissed Aera on her tiny head before placing one on your cheek. It was sweet seeing you get into the holiday spirit.

“Aera it is. Happy Valentine, bunny.”

“Happy Valentine, Bin.”

Note: This was made on the spot, so sorry if it isn't great 😭 I really wanted to post something for Valentine Day though and Changbin was the first one to come to mind. Guess I got bit by the love bug today 🩷

Aera is a Korean name that can roughly be translated/meaning to "Love"

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Evergreen | Bang Chan/Reader

Pairing: wolf hybrid!Bang Chan x human!f!Reader

(A Nothing But You universe fic)

Genre: hybrid AU; one-shot; established relationship; domestic fluff; slice of life; mountain living; pregnancy

Word Count: 1689

Summary: Seasons change, life moves on - but some things stay the same.

Content Warning: PG-13 for themes but my page and all its content are 18+ (minors, dni); wolf hybrid rut; mentions of knotting and marking; mentions of rut symptoms that include insomnia and lack of appetite; deep emotions; the use of "your" and "belonging" in the sense of committed love NOT ownership; pregnancy; mentions of different states of undress; domesticity and shared domestic responsibility; homesteading; Chris being the sweetest and most caring 😭💕; Chris chopping wood 😳; mentions of food and eating; implications of sexual intimacy, parenthood

Author's Note: I guess I went and fell in love with these two. This is a companion one-shot to Nothing But You. This one-shot is a different flavor, not as soft and cozy all the way through - there are more notes here, I think. Some sweeter, some sharper, but in the end, it's still them. I wanted to peek into their lives and see how they lived and loved. 🥰

If no one has told you yet today, please know that you are so loved, and so worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

~January~

Snow burdens the branches of the pines, the bitter North wind whistling between the trees, through the darkness, and over the blanket of fresh powder shrouding the forest floor. The mountains are sleeping, but your wolf is awake.

He nearly collapses, sinking to his knees as he shuts the cabin door. You spring up from your place by the fire to rush to him, but he holds up a hand, a growl rumbling low in his chest. You freeze. Panting, he slowly raises his face. Snowflakes cling to his lashes and dust over his head and shoulders. The dusky circles under his brown eyes speak of weariness, yet their expression is dark and wild. His nose is flushed from the chill. Beads of sweat quiver on his brow.

The fever still hasn't broken.

It appeared two days ago, with other sudden changes. Christopher has grown restless and short-tempered, and won't sleep in your bed. He smells intoxicatingly of cedar wood and amber.

You've been through it all before, his annual rut at the end of winter - four days of watching him endure the throes of primal agony. He would steal away at night, to hunt, your proximity far too overwhelming for his heightened senses and desires. Unchecked he would fail to stop himself. He would take you, mark you, knot you.

He hadn't in the four years you'd shared a bed and the comfort of the other's flesh. You'd spoken of the mating rites, but he always held off, afraid to break you. So protective of you always, and without a second a thought to himself.

You respected his space, his wishes, attempting to help him navigate the torment of his natural longings as best you could.

But this year it had taken him like a wild fire. The fever wouldn't break. He wouldn't sleep or eat. And now, here he was, half frozen and shivering on the floor.

No more.

You slowly cross to pull him up against his weak protesting. You peel away his frost-damp clothes and drag his heavy frame to rest upon the bed. With his last strength he tries to push you away, but you slip under the blankets beside him, pulling him into your arms.

His eyes flutter shut as he curls against you and nuzzles into your neck, whimpering that when he wakes it will be too hard for him to hold back.

You tell him not to try.

You tell him that you need him, want him - all of him. This part too, with all the others.
You assure him softly that you're not afraid, nor should he fear to make you his...you already belong to one another, after all.

You whisper that you love him.

Christopher exhales, tears trickling down his cheeks to mingle with the sweat and melted snow. You hold him to your breast, brushing soft kisses into his hair.

Cedar wood and amber.

~April~

You shake out a flannel shirt, crinkled and bunched from wringing to hang it on the line that stretches from the side of the cabin to a young yellow birch within the clearing. You smile as you fasten it with clips. He had worn it on the first day he visited the diner. It was faded then, and it has grown more timeworn still. But the fabric is thick, the seams hand-sewn, and if the dye has begun to abandon the thread it is only ever the softer. 

Strong and soft, like him.

The warblers are singing in the branches of the white pines as they busily fashion their nests. You stroke a hand down over the little bump of your belly, musing over the nesting that has started to change the trappings of your own little home. There's still plenty of time, but Christopher's excitement has poured forth in the form of hard work, and you're certain that when your time comes he'll have stored by enough for the next three winters yet.

You hear the rumbling of his truck a ways off. He left in the wee hours, the bed loaded down with wares to sell to suppliers in town. By the time you've strung up the last piece of washing he's already at the mouth of the trail, his arms laden with flowers and parcels wrapped in brown paper. The light wash of his denim shirt brings out the early kisses of the spring sunshine on his honeyed skin.

You follow him into the house where he puts your wildflowers into a vase and insists that you sit while he tends to lunch. Unwrapping the brown paper packages you find a set of pretty maternity pajamas, a box of chocolates, and the goat's milk soap you like. 

He's already eaten half his sandwich when he sets yours down, and you tug his wrist, pulling him into a chair to prevent him from setting out to work yet again. 

When the dishes are cleared you won't let him leave. He'd work every second of every day and well into many nights if you let him. But today you want him to rest. It's a mild and lovely afternoon and the chores are done. Other things can wait.

You sit across his lap on the porch swing he built two summers before. Your arms encircle one of his as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

His lips brush your forehead as his thumb caresses the little curved scar where the slope of your shoulder meets your neck. The one that means you belong to him and no one else.

The birds sing and the swing creaks.


~July~

He calls you from around the other side of the house. You draw an arm over your dripping brow and struggle up from where you're crouched to spread a batch of plump, ripe blackberries between the screens of the drying rack. There are still so many. Some you'll turn into jam. Christopher will eat the rest. He loves them. You rest the colander still half-full with berries against the full swell of your belly, wrapping an arm about the rim to keep it in place. 

You're hot and uncomfortable these days. But, when the morning's work is through, you'll go down to the lake together to shed the day's heat in the cool, still waters. You'd been every afternoon that week. Christopher was a strong swimmer, and would stay in far longer while you sat on the shady bank with a book. When he finally quit the water yesterday, he'd never found his clothes - instead he'd pressed you back into the lush green grass and made you sigh his name. 

As you round the far side of the cabin your eyes catch his form. He stands under the sweltering sun, stripped down to pair of fitted khaki work pants and thick suede boots. His muscular chest is slicked with sweat and he stands, panting, with his weight pressed into his right hip. He holds an axe in his hand.

His mouth pulls up at the corner and his tail swishes at the site of you. You tuck yourself against him wrapping your free arm around his damp waist. Oh how you want to swim. To hold his strong body in the dark water.

He gestures with the axe at what he's fitted together with stripped pieces of soft pine. A little cradle. He nudges it with his foot, setting it to rock. You bring a blackberry to his lips and he accepts it.

You kiss him.

Salty skin and summer fruit.


~October~

Your eyes flutter open to the sound of little cries. You sit up and stretch, blinking in the softness of the early autumn light.

You inhale deeply. Cinnamon and hickory smoke.

Outside the air is growing crisp and the leaves of the deciduous trees are blushing and abandoning their hosts, covering the floor of the wood in their pageantry. Fruit and game have begun to grow scarce as the forest prepares to enter the long slumber of the colder months. Nights require fires more often than not.

There is a small fire crackling now. A little black cauldron hangs over the flames, and you can smell the porridge simmering within. The man you love sits in a rocking chair near the warmth, a little bundle in his arms. He looks up at you as you rise and he smiles. He's been all smiles lately. In fact, you don't think the little dimple has left his cheek since he met the tiny she-wolf in his arms two weeks ago.

He says she looks like you, but all you see in her beautiful little features is Christopher. She has two tiny fuzzy ears and a darling little tale.

You reach down to stroke her fat cheek and your heart aches.

It aches from love, so much of it.

When the doctor placed her in your arms a part of your heart that you hadn't known existed burst to beating. You thought you loved the man who had knitted her inside you as much as you were able, but you had been ignorant in that respect as well. When he took your daughter in his arms and looked down on her face you thought that there wasn't room in your chest for things so vast, so deep.

You named her Hannah, for the sister her father had lost. It meant "grace".

So fitting, you think.

You move your fingers into Christopher's curls and he looks up at you. His brown eyes are soft and warm. The lovely eyes you saw that first day at the general store - the same through every changing season.

The maple and the birch will wax and wane, but not the cedar, not the pine.

Some things will remain.

And he is evergreen.
 

-Fin-

[pearbunny]

the bucket list ✘ [eight]

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summary: Fly to Korea. Check. Buy a bouquet of flowers for a stranger. Check. Have said stranger come along with you to accomplish your bucket list? Well that wasn’t on the list, but falling in love was. 

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: angst, comfort, smut.

general warnings:  tourist!mc, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, nudity, cursing, mentions of death in later chapters, eventual smut. 

word count: 5.3k

chapter content: mentions of food, flirting, conquering the fear of heights, amusement park date, a little competitiveness, the gears in mc's head start turning lol

author’s note: I apologize for the long wait! Promise I have nothing planned until the end of the year so I have time for updates now lol. Getting back to the simple fluff of this fic with lil bit of a step forward from mc.

You wake up to Jisung shaking your shoulder, rising you from your slumber. “Hey, wake up. I’ve got the day planned for us already.” 

Your eyes open and you immediately see Jisung kneeling at the side of the bed. You groan, and attempt to pull the covers over your head, but Jisung holds you by the shoulders and laughs. “Come on, it won’t be that bad.” You sit yourself up and rub the sleep from your eyes. “Also, I got you coffee already.” 

You look over to the table at the other end of the room and notice the two cups of coffee waiting for you and Jisung. You offer him a sleepy smile and a nod. “Okay, give me two minutes.” 

You come out of the bathroom shortly after, needing to at least splash some water on your face and brush your teeth before joining Jisung at the table. You sit down in your chair, bringing your heels onto your seat to sit with your legs tucked into your chest. You bring your coffee to your lips and sigh contentedly after taking a sip. “Okay, sorry,” You chuckle softly, lifting your eyes to meet his own. “You planned the day already? Because you really didn’t have to.”

Jisung shakes his head, his hair falling into his eyes. He was fully dressed and already showered by the look of things. “Well actually, I did plan the day, but um…” 

You observed him as his eyes avoided yours, instead finding the invisible dirt under his nails extremely interesting. His leg started to bounce, a clear tell that he was nervous. 

“What is it?” You give a tilt of your head, curious as to what has him so nervous. While you wait for him to muster up his courage, you bring your latte back to your lips for a sip. 

“So I did plan the day, but it’s kind of like… You know.” He finally looks at you, raising his brows like he expects you to know what he was alluding to. “Like… a… date…” He lowers his chin slowly as he says those final words, peering at you through his long black lashes awaiting your reaction. 

Your eyes go wide with surprise, blinking slowly at him. It wasn’t like you were opposed to the idea of going on a date with Han Jisung, simply that you didn’t expect it. You take your lips off the lid of the to-go coffee cup, hiding a giddy smile “A date?” You repeat. 

He nods his head quickly. “A date.”

“Me and you?” You smile wider as he squirms in his seat. 

“You and me. Yes. Y/N, are you going to make me beg?” He whines a little, playfully stomping his right foot on the floor with a single bounce in his chair for emphasis. 

You laugh freely and place your cup on the small table in front of you. “Of course I’ll go on a date with you.” You tug on the long sleeves of your sleeping-shirt, bringing the sleeves over your palms and fingers. “Plus… It’s not like I’d have anywhere else to go. We’re kind of here together.” 

Jisung lets out a loud sigh and gives you a deadpan expression. He stands up from his chair, taking his own iced drink in hand while his free hand ruffles your messy bed head even further. “Go get dressed, you dork.” 

Your eyes follow him as he moves across the small hotel room to tidy up his makeshift bed that he made on the floor the previous night, insisting that you have the bed. A small part of you wouldn’t have minded sharing. Despite the fact that you and Jisung had already slept with each other, neither of you have really talked about that night. The first night in Busan, Jisung said that you didn’t have to decide what it meant for the two of you, what it meant that you two were– or are– , but it still weighs on your mind. 

“W-wait, where are we going?” You follow after him, helping him fold up the extra blanket he had requested at the front desk. 

Jisung gives you the sweetest smile, taking the blanket from you and placing it on the small couch in the room along with his pillow. “That’s a surprise.”

“Well how am I supposed to dress?!” You head over to your suitcase, looking through the clothes you brought along with you for the short trip to Busan. You pulled out a dress, a mini skirt, a cardigan, sighing dramatically in frustration over how you had no idea how to dress for whatever occasion that Jisung had prepared for the two of you.

“Comfortably!” 

You looked at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, topping off your makeup look with mascara. It wasn’t anything special, just mascara, eyeliner, some blush, and lipstick. Actually, it was more than what you usually wore. You didn’t quite understand why you put so much emphasis on today’s look since Jisung had literally seen all of you, but you had the sneaking suspicion it had something to do with the fact that you hadn’t been asked out on a date in some time. The butterflies in your stomach? Well, surely it was that too.

“Are you ready?” Jisung calls from the bedroom. He too is looking over himself in the mirror going over his outfit: a brown half zip sweater layered on top of a white shirt and some dark green almost black looking jeans. He checks his reflection, making sure the bags under his eyes weren’t too noticeable. He couldn’t sleep;  insomnia being the main reason, but he was also planning the day for you. That also meant choosing an outfit that was appropriate for where he had planned the date. He made it a point to pick an outfit that didn’t say he was trying too hard to impress you, but also elevated enough that it showed he was taking the date seriously. 

“Um, yea. I think?”  You walk out of the bathroom, pass the closet, and into the bedroom, anxiously fiddling with the sleeves of your cardigan. 

Jisung looks over your outfit with a soft lopsided smile. “You won’t be cold in that?” 

You rub your arms over your cardigan, rubbing the blue cable knit texture. Underneath you have a simple white short sleeved shirt tucked into your black trousers. “It’s warm, I promise!” 

Jisung nods and grabs his jean jacket off of the back of one of the chairs, tossing it on as you grab your canvas tote bag and slip your converse shoes on at the door. You open the door and hold it open for him, leaning against it. He holds his hand out and you look at it, hesitating for a moment. “Do you not hold hands on dates?”

You give him a shy smile and take his hand. He easily laces your fingers together and you let him lead you down into the lobby. “Are we driving there?”

Jisung shakes his head, leading you out of the hotel’s lobby through the automatic double doors. “No.” He then stops in his tracks looking toward the hotel parking lot, “Uh. Unless you want to?” 

You laugh at how nervous he’s acting and give a reassuring squeeze to his hand. “If it’s close enough, I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

The walk was nice and there were lots of people out and about. Some with their beach gear heading over to spend the day lounging on the sand and playing with water, some opting to go hit the shops, whether it be the luxury and brand stores or the cute little souvenir shops. You also pass a couple of tteokbokki and corn dog stands. Jisung asked you if you wanted a snack and you declined, letting him know that the caffeine was enough to get you through until at least 1pm. 

You don’t pay attention when Jisung takes you into a large building, but you find yourself to be in what looks like a mall. Suddenly, Jisung turns you on your heel to face him. You look up at him with wide eyes. He gives you a smile and holds both of your hands. “You can’t look, it’s a surprise.” 

You give him a playful roll of your eyes before closing your eyes with a smile. 

“Your eyes are still closed right?” 

“Yes, Jisung. They’re still closed.”

He places his hands on top of your eyes from behind you and slowly, he shuffles you forward. “Jisung, I feel like I’m going to fall!”

“Don’t worry. I got you.” His mouth is right next to your ear and it gets the butterflies in your stomach going again.Jisung momentarily leaves you to purchase something then joins you back shortly after, but this time when he speaks again he’s in front of you. “Okay, open your eyes.”

You open your eyes and it takes awhile for them to adjust to the bright light coming from the large arched glass ceiling that is the roof.  The center of the room opens up to an ice skating rink two floors below you. You look around the floor that you’re on and you’re amazed at how all such things could fit indoors. On one end of the building, there’s a roller coaster that seems to go through and above some of the other attractions. One of them was a carousel of horses and woodland animals that was lit up beautifully. There was also one of those big pirate ship pendulum rides that spun people nearly all the way upside down. There’s even a water flume ride indoors. 

Your eyes look back at Jisung who’s smiling at you widely. He takes your hand again and leads you away from the entrance, towards the edge of the opening in the center that overlooks the ice rink. “So, what do you think?”

You take in a large breath, eyes wide as you look around the entire place from where you stand once again. “Lotte World?! Where do we start, Jisung?” You laugh in excitement as you take both of his hands and pull him towards a small stall to your left. You have no idea where you’re leading him to, you just know you need to explore the whole place. 

Jisung laughs along with you before he wraps an arm around you affectionately to calm you down. “Okay, let’s slow down. How about we get our headbands first?”

“Headbands?” Your eyes light up as Jisung leads you towards a nearby store. 

Inside, the walls and aisles are filled with merchandise of cute animals, rabbits, bears, monkeys, mice and more. Jisung has to pull you away from all the cute items and steer you towards the headband wall. Jisung reaches up and pulls one down, placing it on your head.  You look in the mirror and raise your brow at him. “A crown?”

Jisung nods and grabs another off the wall.”Yes, because you’re a princess.” 

You almost snort and quickly take it off your head only for him to replace it with an elephant eared headband. You take a look at reflection and tilt your head in admiration. “I kind of like it, actually.” 

You grab a headband and lean on your tiptoes to place it on Jisung’s head. “This is so you.” 

Jisung looks at the mirror above and fixes his hair, brushes it out of his eyes. “You think so?” It’s a dark brown fluffy pair of what looks like bear ears.  

You nod and help fix his hair as well, flattening down a bit of his hair that was pushed back awkwardly from the head band. “You definitely need to get that one.” 

Jisung takes another look at himself before taking it off. He takes another one from the wall and switches the headband already on your head with another. “Oh, this is the one.”

“Let me see, let me see!” You check the mirror and nod your head immediately.  “Yes. One hundred percent yes.” 

Jisung puts back the headbands that you both decided against back on the wall in their appropriate places before heading over to the cash register. You follow behind him with a happy bounce to your step. Before he can take his card out to pay, you place your watch on the card reader, a ding sounding from your wrist letting you both know you had paid for the transaction. 

Jisung juts out his full bottom lip at you and you simply give a playful shrug of your shoulders, swiping the headbands from the counter once the employee cuts the tag off. You place the fluffy bear ears on Jisung’s head once more before placing your ears on your own head. 

You open the camera app on your phone, checking how they look. After fixing your hair, you give a bright smile to Jisung. “Let’s take a picture!”

Jisung places an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close so that both of you can fit into the frame. You take the picture from above so the camera can capture your rabbit ears. You take a couple of pictures then show it to Jisung who smiles wide looking at how happy you look in the shot. 

“Cute little bunny.” Jisung smiles wide and toothless at you, eyes crinkling at the edges. 

You eye him pointedly with a bite of your lip, those darn butterflies fluttering in your stomach again. 

Eventually, you head to the outer portion of the theme park: Magic Island. This is where you find the bigger attractions. The main pathway leads you to the center of it all: a large and beautiful castle which you tell Jisung that you have to take a picture in front of at some point. 

There’s also a large drop tower running, you can hear the screams of riders and you immediately look towards Jisung to see his reaction. You watch him with excitement in your eyes while his body tenses with terror, eyes wide in shock. You chuckle at him and gently nudge his shoulder, “Are you scared of rides, Jisung?”

Jisung clears his throat and shakes his head, leading you further into the park. “Rides? No. I like rides. But I am scared of heights, which is why today’s bucket list item is,” he pauses and points to the tall attraction all the way in the back, “Riding a Ferris Wheel.”

Jisung makes it a point to go as far away as possible from the drop tower. “Baby steps, Y/N. I’m not trying to pass out on my first date with you.”

You insist on Jisung winning you a prize at one of the prize booths, but he reminds you that you have to take it back home with you on a plane. You laugh and simply tell him that a small prize would do, but he scoffs and brags about how if he won you something, it would be the huge teddy bear that was half the size of you.

“Okay, okay, how about I win you a little something to take home then, yea?” Jisung follows you as you walk through the fair-like game area, trying to find one you’d be particularly good at. Or at least okay at. 

You slip into a seat at one of the games. It’s the kind where you shoot a stream of water at a target and it raises a platform with a prize at the top. “I’m getting you that squirrel Han Jisung.” You point at the squirrel with determination, noting how the squirrel's big round eyes reminded you of him.

Jisung leans over you, whispering into your ear. “Gee,Y/N, do you think you could handle the competition?”

You look around you, noticing that your opponents are mostly children, a dad who wants to win a prize for his own child, and at the end there’s another young man who is trying to win it for their significant other. “Yeah, I can take them,” You whisper back to him. 

Once all the players pay the small fee to play, the game stall attendant starts the game with a very cute chimed melody. Your eyes stare at the target, dead set on winning. Your thumbs press down on the triggers of the water gun, hard, as if the harder you press the stronger of a stream will shoot at the target. 

Jisung observes everyone else. No surprise that the younger children lack hand eye coordination to aim at the target consistently enough. The young man had missed the starting chime and started a little bit later than you did, but the dad was basically tied with you. It seemed like a long way to the top. Jisung put an encouraging hand on your shoulder, hunched over the water gun in concentration.”Go go go!’ He pumps his hand in the air three times for emphasis. 

You didn’t take your eyes off the target once, trying to ignore everything in your peripherals. You knew if you did pay attention, you’d slip up and fall behind and with how Jisung was relaying everything to you like he was a game commentator, you couldn’t afford to be making small mistakes. 

This game was serious. It was life for death. 

No, it really wasn’t, but you were competitive and it felt good to have Jisung supporting one of your more dramatic qualities. 

With a cry, the dad looks away from the game to his toddler concerned and you take the win. You jump out of your chair, excited, as Jisung hugs you tightly. You’re both laughing at this point. Jisung holds one of your arms above our head, making a whole show of it all. “The Champion everyone!”

A couple of the kids around you give you the stink eye, a little upset that you won. The younger man at the end has to face the wrath of his girlfriend who really wanted a prize, and the dad takes his little girl in his arms, trying to soothe her crying. 

Jisung takes the fluffy stuffed animal and hands it to you. “You won it, fair and square.”

You hesitate taking it from him, “But it's yours. I won it for you.”

Jisung smiles and urges you to take it, “Yeah, I know. And it is mine, just keep it safe for me until we get back to Seoul.”

You nod at him with a bright smile, taking it in one of your hands and patting the little tuft of hair on its head down, trying to make it look like Jisung. 

After refueling with some corn dogs, Jisung and you had taken you to a photobooth, saying that if you couldn’t bring a stuffed animal on the plane ride back, you could at least take a picture strip to remember your first date together. The photo-strip came in two copies, one for Jisung, the other placed safely in your wallet. 

Once you had fully digested your meal, you went on three rides: the bumper cars, a water flume ride, and the carousel that was inside.

Now, Jisung and you find yourselves in line for the Ferris Wheel. You look over at his nervous form, his eyes looking at the highest point of the ride. He follows one specific cart, visibly gulping at how slow it was traveling. 

You take his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. “Hey, it’ll be okay.” 

Jisung nods and takes his hand out of yours to wipe his palms on the fabric of his jeans. “Sorry, my hands get sweaty when I’m nervous.” 

You shake your head and grab his hand again, this time interlacing your fingers together so it would be more difficult for him to let go. “Don’t worry about it. I’m right here with you.” 

He exhales deeply, finally tearing his eyes away from the ride to look at you, taking a couple steps forward as the queue shortens. “So, how long is this ride?”

You start to swing your linked hands affectionately, your other arm carrying the squirrel stuffed animal. With your hands still together, you pointed at the ferris wheel above. “Well, they have to fill in all the carts first so that will take awhile since they have to stop at each one to pick up riders. Then it usually does one full rotation once everyone is on. Sometimes they’ll do two rotations.” 

“Uhuh,” He squeezes your hand as you approach the giant ferris wheel. There’s only one more group in front of you until it's your turn to get into your cart. Jisung turns to you and smiles nervously. “I can do this, right?”

“Of course you can, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Jisung shakes his head frantically. “No. I want to. Other than the fact I wanted to take you out on a date today, I also wanted to conquer this fear for mine.”

Unfortunately for Jisung, the group in front of you two was the last of the carts to be filled, which meant he would have to wait a full rotation to be the first on the next cart. That also meant that the two of you would be on the ferris wheel the longest. 

You place the stuffed animal into your large tote bag before you grab both of Jisung’s hands, grounding him in place. “Hey. I promise you, I promise promise promise, that you will be okay. Do you trust me?”

Jisung purses his lips in a tight line and nods. “I trust you.” 

When the time comes for you and Jisung to get into your cart, you easily take a couple steps ahead of him, holding his hand the whole way as he slowly shuffles his feet on the platform. You let go of his hand only to seat yourself in the large cart and once you're situated, you turn to him again and hold out your hand. 

He’s nervous. He’s afraid.

Jisung stares at his feet, his knees slightly bent to keep him close to the ground. His arms are raised slightly outward away from his body to keep his balance. Finally, he musters the courage to look at you and he can heave a sigh of relief. Even if for a moment, he lets his body relax as he reaches out to take your extended hand. He lifts his right foot up and places it on the cart and almost immediately it starts rocking back and forth. He breaks out into a cold sweat, hands clammy. 

“It’s okay. You’ve got one foot in, now the other.” You reach out your other hand to him and he quickly takes it as he pushes himself off the platform and into the kart. “See? You’re fine.”

Your voice soothes him and he lowers himself to sit across from you, elbows on his lap hunched over, holding on to your hands so tightly that his knuckles grow white. 

He jumps visibly when the sound of the door closing startles him. 

“Do you want me to sit with you?” 

“Ahh, maybe in a bit. I feel like it’ll mess up the balance.” Jisung does his best to crack a smile, but his eyes are shut tightly. 

“Okay.” You speak to him in a soft and encouraging voice and sit with him as the ferris wheel rotates. It stops to let the next group on. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Jisung nods, swallowing a large lump in his throat. “Just talk, please.”

You nod but realize quickly that he can’t see you with his eyes closed. “Okay, well,” You start to look out of the window behind you, craning your neck for a better view all the while still holding onto his hands, “If you couldn’t tell already, I really enjoy theme parks.”

Jisung smiles and does his best to focus on you and your voice instead of the rocking of the cart with the ride’s stop and go motion. 

“My mom and dad used to take me to Disneyland a lot when I was little.” The higher you go, the more distant the people on the ground look. “Every summer holiday we would go to Disneyland and I would buy a new pair of Minnie ears.” You laugh a little, recalling how whenever you visited the parks you went in with one pair of ears and went home with two. “That’s why when you said we were buying ears, I got super excited.”

“W-were you ever scared of heights?” Jisung’s voice trembles just slightly, but his nerves calm down when he imagines a little version of you running around an amusement park. 

“I was,” You look back at him and this time, his eyes are slightly open, but focused on his feet. 

“How did you get over it?”

“When I was younger, I was always glued to my mom. My mom was my person and she had a huge affinity to rides. My dad did not like them, which meant my mom would bring me along with her since my dad was too scared. I cried at least the first three times whenever I saw how tall the rides went up.” 

Jisung cracks a smile, envisioning a small Y/N crying and throwing a tantrum in line in front of a bunch of strangers. “So it’s okay if I cry, too?”

You laugh and that sound helps Jisung further relax.”It is more than okay if you cry. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Changbin.” 

Jisung manages a chuckle, “Telling Changbin is fine, it’s Kim Seungmin I’m more worried about.” 

At this point in the ride, the Ferris Wheel is nearly at its highest point. When the generators whirr to rotate the Ferris Wheel over, the mountains in the distance come into view, the sun traveling towards them. 

“Jisung, the sunset’s going to be really pretty.” You figure with how sentimental Jisung has been, he would want to see it.

Jisung takes a deep breath and clears his throat. “Can I sit next to you now?” 

You look at him fondly, head tilted to the side, a soft smile on your lips, one that makes your eyes crinkle at the edges. “Of course you can.”

Jisung moves slowly, again his knees bent to keep his center of gravity closer to the floor of the cart. You assist him, holding on to his forearms as he slowly makes his way over to your seat. His body untenses once he leans back, your thighs touching with how close he sits next to you. His breaths are deep and heavy, you can see the rise and fall of his chest as he does his best to remain calm. 

Finally, he sees the view of the sky, colors painting the sky in orange and pink. As he takes it in, you take the time to reflect on how you feel about Jisung. 

You had known him barely over a week, but it felt like he truly saw you. He listens when you need it the most, never offering any kind of unwanted advice, just letting you speak the words you need into existence; it was very therapeutic. When you talked about your mother, he didn’t ask too many questions, he just took whatever you offered to share. Even the night after you drunkenly slept together, even though he had wanted to know so badly what it meant for you two, when you finally had the courage to bring it up, he simply told you that you didn’t have to make up your mind yet; that you could figure it out later. He assured you with simple looks and simple touches that are never overbearing, gentle prods in the right direction. When he smiled at you, you truly felt like he meant it. You never felt like he did anything out of pity towards you. 

The Ferris wheel goes on its full rotation now, the ride commenced at a slow  and consistent speed, giving you a full view of the sun setting. You gently lace your fingers with Jisung as you lean your head against his shoulder. 

Jisung looks at you through the corner of his eyes and swallows thickly, chewing on his lower lip as he contemplates his words. “Do you think that your mom got your message in a bottle?”

You chuckle and nod your head, “I’m sure that she did.” 

He nods. 

“What about you?” 

Jisung shrugs his shoulders. “I think so. I just kinda’ told him that I miss him and I hope that he’s okay. I also told him that I like to think I’ve come a long way since we last spoke.” 

You shift in your seat and give him a reassuring smile. “I’m sure he’s proud of you.” You’ve learned how to comfort Jisung through Jisung, the way he seems to know what you need to hear is likely because those are the same words that he needs to be told himself. You know that there is more that he’s not saying, but just like Jisung doesn’t pry, neither do you; he’s already told you that when he’s ready, he’ll let you in on that part of him. 

Jisung smiles back at you. It’s genuine, it’s real. His lips tug at either corner, upper lip slightly disappearing into it.  He’s looking right into your eyes and it makes you feel tingly inside. 

As the Ferris wheel turns and your cart starts to descend from its highest point, the sun comes through the buildings and into the cart’s windows, casting a golden light onto Jisung’s rich brown eyes. Your eyes dart to his lips and for that moment you forget how to breathe. You know exactly what those butterflies in your stomach mean and what they have meant for a while now. You know why you look to him for reassurance, why you’re so willing to take his hand and follow his lead, why you feel so comfortable talking to him about things you’ve never spoken out loud before. 

You know what all of this means to you. 

All of it. 

But are you selfish enough to do anything about it? 

At this point, Jisung has noticed the way you’re staring at his lips, like you’re on the edge of a cliff trying to decide whether to take that leap or not; to see what could await you on the other side. As your eyes stay on his lips, his eyes are darting back and forth between yours and the overall expression on your face, like he’s trying to read you. He’s made it clear that he won’t do anything you don’t want to do and this is also one of those things. But fuck, he wants to kiss you. His fingers itch at his sides to cradle your face in his hand, to bring your lips to his. He wants to kiss you so unapologetically, wants to be able to do it whenever he wants, but he doesn’t know where you stand and that’s enough reason for him not to be the one to kiss you. 

Unfortunately for you, you’re forced off the edge of the cliff when your cart reaches the bottom and the park employee opens your door, a hand extended to help you off. You shut your eyes in dejection, sighing at your cowardice. 

Jisung is first out of the cart, finding confidence now that he’s back on the ground. You take the hand he offers you and follow behind him, walking off the platform. 

Although he’s disappointed that you didn’t make a move, Jisung wraps an arm around you, almost like he’s assuring you that it was okay, there would be other moments.

But you’re not sure.

You only had one week left in Korea. 

ending author’s notes: Like I said, itty bitty step forward. I had an alternate ending to this chapter, but I thought the big leap would fit better later. Anyway, likes, reblogs, comments, asks always welcomed. :) taglist

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Great Escape

Genre: Non Idol au, Angst, Smut

Pairing: Minho x Fem!Reader, Bang Chan featured (referred to as Chris)

Warnings: Extramarital affair (Reader is the cheater. Cheating is never the answer, please don't do this!), Oral (Male receiving), Gagging, Death of a loved one mentioned, unprotected sex, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: 4,985

Summary: After an argument with your husband, you seek solace at a nearby bar and in its bartender.

2024

I think we made a mistake.

Your husband’s voice echoes in your mind while you replay the argument you just had. Without a word you left your apartment, bag in hand without a destination. It didn’t matter where you went. You just needed out. Needed to escape. To finally breathe. You wander aimlessly until the blinking neon of an open sign lures you in. A chime rings above your head as you push open a door. You find the nearest barstool and take a seat while you stare ahead in a daze. The bartender takes notice of you. He can tell you seem frazzled, but gets taken away by a customer before he can reach you.

It's a quiet Tuesday night. They aren’t very busy. You hear the clinks of ice in glasses and the quiet hum of intimate conversations around you. The lights are dim, basking the large space into a romantic glow. Your eyes focus on the wall of liquor bottles in front of you, getting further lost in thought. I think we made a mistake.

Minho, the bartender, approaches you cautiously.

“Can I get you a drink?” You continue to stare in front of you.

“Ma’am?” You blink a few times before turning to face the bartender. You look around and realize where you are.

“Oh, um, sure.”

“What would you like?” You notice a menu to your right. You're not much of a drinker so the ingredients to the house drinks are unfamiliar. Minho notices your confusion.

“We have food too.”

“Can I actually just get a jack and coke?” He smiles and nods.

“Sure.” Minho turns to leave. 

You lean over the counter and reach out to stop him. “Excuse me,” he looks back at you, raising an eyebrow indicating you had his attention.

“Sorry, can you make it more coke than jack? I’m not a huge liquor drinker.”

“We have beer or wine if you would prefer that?”

“No, I don’t really like them either.” He chuckles. 

“Ma’am, you know we’re in a bar, right?” Your eyes crinkle and you smile for the first time today.

“So we are. Jack and coke is fine. Can you actually put a cherry in it?” 

“You got it, ma’am.” You wince. 

“Y/n. Please call me, Y/n.” He nods.

“I’m Minho.” He walks to the other end of the bar to make your drink. You look around at the patrons. There is only one other person at the bar. The man nods at you and you nod back. The stranger knocks back his drink and grabs a few nuts from a bowl on the counter. He turns his attention to the game on the tv in front of him. You rotate in your chair and see a few couples or friends sitting in the booths. The bar has a modern speakeasy interior. It’s cozy. You had walked past it many times on your way to and from work, but never stepped inside. 

Minho walks back and places a napkin in front of you followed by your drink. He leans over the bar a little and whispers, “I put in two cherries for you. But don’t tell anyone.” He winks and tends to the other man at the bar. You look into your glass and see two cherries speared by a toothpick and smile. You pop one into your mouth and let the second remain in the drink to soak up the alcohol and cola. You sip your drink and are pleased that it’s not too strong. Minho looks over at you gauging if he used a ratio to your liking. You take notice and nod. He gives you a smile in return. 

You watch him as he wipes down the counter. He is wearing black dress pants and a button up shirt. A satin black tie complimenting the rest of his fit rests a little loosely around his neck. His sleeves are rolled up to just below his elbows and you take notice of the veins and muscle while he dries some tumbler glasses. Minho feels your gaze and looks in your direction. You look away quickly and stare into your drink, cursing yourself. The tips of his ears turn red, pleased by your attention. After a few more drinks Minho tries to think of excuses to talk to you. 

“Is there anything else you want?” He places his palms on the bar counter in front of you giving you a better view of his healthy vascular system. You swallow the cold liquid with a gulp as you look up at him wide eyed. His deep brown eyes, almost black due to the atmospheric lighting, make your heart drum. Your eyes shift down to his cupid’s bow before finally landing on his lips. He’s truly beautiful and his lips look delicious. Looking away, you shake your head banishing your thoughts of him. He moves in the direction of your gaze to capture your attention again. 

“Are you doing okay?”

You let out a breathy laugh before meeting his gaze again. “That obvious, huh?”

“Sorry, it’s just you seem a bit…lost?” He’s not wrong.

“Yeah, I think I might be.”

“Anything I can help with?” You sigh. Before you know it, you're confiding in Minho, revealing your earlier argument with your husband.

“I feel like I’m trapped. I don't even know who I am anymore and I will never know if I stay. I completely lost myself in this relationship.” Minho makes you another drink as your lips continue to loosen. 

“I gave up on things in my life, my career for him. It’s not his fault though. Chris didn't make me do it or anything like that. I let this happen. I am to blame.” You rub your temples as Minho absorbs your words. 

“Have you only recently realized you felt this way?” he asks.

“No, I think I started to feel this way a year into our relationship actually.” It was the first time you admitted that out loud.

“I know it’s not my place to ask, but if you’ve felt this way long before getting married, why did you?” 

2021

“It’s time to say goodbye.” You hear and feel your heart shatter at the sound of your Mother’s devastated voice. Your boyfriend, Chris, takes hold of you and leads you to the car. The car ride to your childhood home is completely silent. The thirty minute drive feels like an eternity and you worry you’ll be too late. 

When you finally arrive, you make your way upstairs to find your entire family gathered around your father’s bedside. Your mother had turned their bedroom into a makeshift hospice for him so he wouldn’t be alone at the hospital. You run to your father’s side. His large, bruised hand grasps yours. It feels cold. He’s wearing an oxygen mask making it difficult to hear him so you just tell him you love him repeatedly. Tears blind your vision as a man walks into the room to introduce himself. A chaplain. While your father grew up Catholic he wasn’t necessarily a religious man, but nearing the end he sought peace in the man’s prayers. You felt like you  were floating in another dimension. Your siblings took to your side to be closer to him while the chaplain read your father’s last rites. You sobbed into his hand completely in shock. Chris stood beside you. His hand gently grips your shoulder. He wanted to make sure you knew he was there in case you needed him.

The chaplain was talking loudly to your father asking if there was anything else he needed. Your father points to you then to Chris. You don’t understand at first, but soon realize your father wants the two of you to marry. Unbeknownst to you at the time, Chris had swung by your parents home the previous day asking for their blessing once he knew your father wasn’t getting any better. You felt blindsided. Chris seemed more calm than you, but you still asked him if he was okay with this. He nodded his head and you decided to proceed, if only to help your father. You honestly don’t remember anything that was said. All you could think about was your father’s hand in your right and Chris’s in your left and how unbelievably devastated you were. 

Did you want to marry Chris? Was this the right thing to do? Your father passed in peace thinking you were finally settled. You were anything but.

2024

You push away the memory of losing your father and continue telling your story. 

“We got married kind of quickly, thinking it was the natural next step I guess.” Minho nods while listening intently.

“But maybe we were being selfish. Maybe we were both just scared of being alone.”

“It happens more often than it should.” You hum in agreement. “Do you have any kids?” 

You swirl the remaining amber brown liquid mix in your glass. The melting ice clinking together.

“No, his job often keeps him busy. He’s still really focused on growing his career and doesn’t feel ready anymore. I don’t think he’ll ever want kids now.”

2017

Chris was making great strides at work, rising quickly. He felt he was at the cusp of success. The two of you had been dating for 10 months when you got into a small disagreement. It was going to be your first Valentine’s day together. Maybe it was childish, but you loved celebrating milestones together and always went above and beyond planning fun things to do each time. This relationship felt different from any you had before. Chris was special. A week before Valentine’s day, while you stood in line to get donuts, he casually mentioned you would have to spend the weekend alone as he was going to the beach to help a friend with a project. It was an exciting opportunity for him, but you pouted and got teary eyed at the thought of not getting to spend V-day together. Chris rushed you to the car to avoid a scene. It hurt your feelings and he eventually gave in. However, he looked at you seriously and warned you that if you ever got in the way of a job opportunity again, he was going to pick his career over his personal life. You understood where he came from, but it still stuck with you.

2024

“Do you want kids?”

“I do…I did.I gave up asking and eventually gave up on the idea altogether.”

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be. Like you said, it happens.”

“Yes, but that doesn't mean you have to live with it.” Minho feels his heart hurt for you. You weren’t the first broken heart to wander into this bar, but you were the first to capture him. “Did you ever tell him how you feel?” he wonders.

“I suppose I should have, but instead it was another brick I placed on my wall of avoidance I had been building since the start of our relationship. Now it’s too high to even climb over.”

“You want to leave him.” It sounds like a statement rather than a question. Minho wipes the wet spot underneath your glass absentmindedly while you take the final sip of your drink. As he takes the finished glass from your hand, your fingers accidentally touch making both your hearts flutter.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t be spilling my guts to you like this.”

“I’m a bartender. We’re basically therapists.” You both laugh.

“What do I owe you for this session then?” He lets out a breathy snort and smirks. He places your discarded glass into the sink then turns to face you, arms crossed as he leans back against the opposite counter.

“I can think of a few things.” Your middle tightens, unsure if that comment was meant to sound flirtatious or not. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to him. The both of you stare deeply into each other’s eyes. Unspoken words being exchanged. Minho breaks contact first and leaves to step inside an office near the bar to grab something.

To distract yourself, you reach into your bag and grab your phone. No missed calls or texts from Chris. The time reads 11:55pm. Minho returns to clear off the booth tables. 

“I didn’t realize how late it was.” 

“You’re fine, we close at midnight anyways.” There is no one left in the bar. 

“Is it just you here closing up?” You ask as he turns off the open sign. Minho walks over to the counter and sits in the bar stool next to yours. 

“Just me.” A piece of hair from your loose, clipped bun falls in front of your face. Minho reaches over and tucks it behind your ear. You feel his fingertips lightly touch the shell of your ear and you shiver. He notices your reaction alighting a spark within him, but remains stone faced. As if tucking the hair behind a stranger’s ear wasn’t an intimate act. His fingers graze your shoulder as he returns his hand to his side. The room looks a little hazy, but you’re not completely drunk. 

He rests his arm on the bar mirroring yours. His fingers landing millimeters from yours. Minho couldn’t help himself. He knew it was wrong. He was looking right at your wedding band, but he wanted you. Minho didn’t make it a habit of sleeping with the patrons here, but the moment you walked into the bar, dark hair mussed, round kissable lips in a permanent pout, he was a goner. He didn’t know you outside of what you had revealed. It didn’t matter because Minho knew if you let him in, he would fall for you. Taking his chance, he moves closer to you. His face now an inch from yours. 

“Minho,” you whisper. You place a hand to his chest instinctively. He closes his eyes as the two of you exchange breaths. When he opens them he sees you haven’t moved away or pushed him away. He’s offering you an out and you want to take it. Minho closes the distance and places his warm lips against yours. Your eyes widen at the connection, but you can’t deny the spark that jolts down your body sending pleasure to your core. He places his hand on the side of your neck, resting his thumb on your jawline. You feel yourself melt into his touch and tilt your head to the side to let him in further. Minho takes the hint and opens his mouth pushing his tongue in to meet yours. Your tongue is cold and he can taste the jack and coke on it. He swipes the inside of your mouth collecting the flavors and moans. You wrap your arms around him and pull each other closer together. His other hand finds your waist and brings you between his legs.

Minho finally separates from your desperate kiss, still cradling your face. He looks into your eyes and knows what you want. He stands, taking your hand and guides you into the open office. He closes the door behind you and you're surrounded by darkness. You stand and wait for your eyes to adjust. You reach your arms out to search for him. Before reaching you, he hesitates momentarily. When you take another step near him he reciprocates. His hands travel up your arms lightly until they find your hair. He unclips it, letting your long locks fall. He burrows himself into your neck and inhales. The sensation tickling you. You smell of bananas and coconut. Delicious, he thinks. He nips at your skin and you finally let out the whimper you’d been holding back. Every cell in your body is aware of him. Each touch is an echo, reverberating intense pleasure throughout. You can’t remember the last time you were this aroused. You want to feel guilty, you know you should, but you don’t stop. Instead, you reach for Minho's tie to loosen it. 

He places his lips on yours and continues to explore your mouth with his tongue. After discarding his tie you work quickly on his shirt buttons. Impatience taking over, he helps you and throws it off. You take your fingers and scratch down his pecs to his navel. He shivers under your fingertips and you smile into his kiss. Finally feeling his solid body your arousal starts to pool in your panties. You rub your thighs together. Minho reaches a hand down to provide relief. He tries to push the skirt of your pencil dress up, but it’s too fitted. You chuckle and turn around in his arms, his hands hovering.

“Take it off,” you command. He finds the zipper and undresses you. Cool air hits your body as the dress falls to the floor. Your nipples harden at the exposure. You turn back around and grab at Minho's belt. After removing the rest of his clothes with the exception of his briefs, you take hold of his arms and place him against the wall. You start to kiss down his neck, his chest. You swipe your tongue across one of his nipples and you can feel the goosebumps spread through his body. Traveling further down until you're on your knees, you graze your top lip on the edge of his briefs. His stomach tightens and he places a hand under your chin. Minho tilts your head up to face him. You can’t fully see him, but you can feel his serious gaze. 

“Are you sure you want this? We can stop. I don’t want you to regret anything.” You press your check into his palm and nod.

“I want this. So badly.” He releases your chin and you reach for his briefs. You pull them down releasing his hardened cock. His shaft is soft and warm in your hand. Two thick veins run from his head to the base. You slowly stroke up and down before finally giving him a lick. He lets out a beautiful strangled moan and you feel the liquid courage hit you. You continue to lick and kiss up and down his cock for better lubrication for your grip. You blow a cold breath on his tip and he moans. Minho is putty in your hands and it frightens him how easily you affect him. 

“Kitten, please, I can’t take the teasing,” he pleads. You're unsure where the nickname came from, but you don’t mind it. After tracing your lips with his tip you finally put him in your mouth. 

“F-ffuck, baby.” Minho is worried he isn’t going to last long if you keep this up. You suck him in until he’s hitting the back of your throat and you gag. He brushes his fingers into your hair and takes a tight hold. You release him with a pop, momentarily. 

“Fuck my mouth, Minho.” He doesn’t question you and pushes his cock all the way in again, immediately rutting into you. Each thrust makes you gag until you're crying on his cock. 

“You’re so fucking hot, Kitten. Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop,” he whines. You feel filthy, but it only turns you on. He makes you feel wanted, sexy. Minho knows he is getting close to coming so he pulls out. He brings you up and reaches around your body to unhook your bra. He grazes his thumb over your nipple teasingly then bends down to suck and bite. You hiss with pleasure.

“More, please!” You cry. Minho reaches down and slides his fingers into your panties. He feels how wet you are and releases another groan. 

“Tell me how badly you need me to fuck you,” he says as he walks you to the desk. He resumes his ministrations and nudges your nose for a reply, but you’re too focused on how good his fingers feel against your clit. You begin to breathe heavily as your desire grows.

“Answer me.” His tone is deep and commanding. 

“Yes, fuck me, please fuck me, Minho. I need you inside of me.” You grab him to bring him closer. He removes his hand and licks your wetness purring at the taste. 

“When?”

“W-when what?” You stutter as you watch him suck his fingers clean.

“When did you know you wanted me?”

“The moment our eyes met,” you say without hesitation. His heart beats faster and he wonders if you can hear it. 

“I knew the moment you walked in,” he says back. You pull him into a kiss while he removes your panties and his briefs. His hands roam your naked form and he can’t believe you're real. Minho is starting to salivate.

“Shit,” he whispers angrily.

“What is it?”

“Um, I don’t have a condom.” You take hold of his cock rubbing it against your folds. He closes his eyes and bites his lip.

“Fuck, kitten!”

“I don’t care. I just need you.” Minho grabs hold of your thighs just below your ass and lifts you up onto the desk to sit. As he guides his cock inside you, you tighten your legs around him pushing him further in.

“Ahh, baby, yes!” He shouts once he bottoms out. You feel a slight burn before it quickly turns to pleasure as he starts to slowly move. Minho connects his lips to yours as you swallow each other's moans. 

“You feel so amazing, kitten. Like you were made for me.” You had forgotten how fun sex with a stranger could be. 

“Faster,” you beg. “Harder!”

Minho reaches a hand down and pinches your clit as his pace quickens. He’s fucking you so deep you start shouting his name. 

“Say it louder, baby.”

“Minho, ahh, M-Minho, yes!” Explicit sounds of skin slapping and wetness surround the two of you as you fall further into ecstasy. Minho makes the prettiest sounds as he grows closer to his own orgasm. It only turns you on further as your hands caress and knead every inch of him. Minho’s cock is repeatedly kissing your delicious spot perfectly sending shivers through your entire body. You wrap your arms around his shoulders tightly to be as close as possible to him. Your mouth rests at his ear. Your cries filling his brain. Reaching your high, your body convulses as you finish riding out your orgasm. Your lips suck and lick his ear lobe. Feeling your wetness surround him, Minho lets out a final grunt and comes inside you. The warmth of him reaching every corner within you. You can feel tears prick the back of your eyes. Not from sadness, but from the relief of your release. You know what your heart wants now. While you blink back the tears, Minho lets go of your legs and places you back on the ground, literally and figuratively. Your legs wobble a little so he holds you up until you're steady. He brings you into his arms, holding you and you're quite taken aback by the sweetness of his hug. You rub your hand through his hair and down his back. He places kisses all over your face and you giggle.

Minho doesn’t want to let you go, but he knows he has to. You feel him hesitate, but he finally releases his arms from around you, allowing you to get dressed. Once your bra and underwear are back on he searches for the light switch. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the brightness, but once they do you see Minho is completely naked. You stare at him in awe. He’s as beautiful as you imagined. Why on earth did he want you? You continue to watch him while he pulls his briefs on, followed by his pants. He leaves his belt unbuckled. 

You turn your back to Minho once you slide your dress on.

“Can you help me?” you ask. Minho walks over to you and places a hand on your waist. His other hand takes hold of your zipper. He watches as your bare skin disappears with the rise of the zipper. He seals your dress with a soft kiss to your nape. You smile at the intimate gesture. You turn around and thank him. His eyes search yours expectantly, but he can only see sadness.

“I should go.” 

“Okay,” he whispers. “Y/n?” Your name sounds foreign leaving his mouth. 

“Yes?”

“Can I see you again?” Minho is pretty sure he knows what your answer will be, but he falsely hopes. You look down to think. “I know you're married. I know it’s complicated, but-” You place a finger against his lips, cutting him off. You shake your head.

“Minho, you don't need to inherit my mess.” His brow furrows while you can see him work out other options. You gently smooth out his forehead then cup his face. You place a peck on his lips. Minho melts into your kiss, deepening it as he knows it will be your last. You force yourself to pull away from Minho and walk out the office. He trails behind you as you grab your things. You turn to him to look into his beautiful brown eyes one more time. 

“Thank you, Minho.” You blow him an air kiss and walk out the door.

Minho watches you leave. His heart is utterly shattered. He wants to shout. He wants to chase after you, but he knows he shouldn’t so he doesn’t. Instead he watches you disappear from his life as quickly as you entered it.

-

Your key hovers before the door knob while you work up the courage to go inside. Taking a deep breath, you push the key in and unlock your front door. You find Chris sitting on the couch in darkness so you turn the living room lamp on, illuminating his face in warm light. His eyes look heavy and bloodshot, as if he’s been crying. He had been. Chris knows you're there, but he doesn’t want to face you. Not yet. You walk further into the living room, but keep your distance. 

“Chris?” he doesn’t respond. “I’m so sorry.” That grabs his attention as he looks in your direction. He notices you look a little more disheveled than you were before you left him. You're looking at your feet knowing you need to come clean. The two of you broke a long time ago. You were never going to repair this and it was time to face it. 

“I…I slept with someone.” Chris doesn’t even react. He just faces forward again. He doesn’t know if you mean just now or in the past. It doesn’t really matter. 

“I was just hurting so much and for a few short minutes I didn't feel any pain for the first time in years.” His lack of reaction hurts. You know you don’t deserve to feel that way, but you do. He’s still not engaging so you continue. “I can’t go on like this. I can’t keep pretending.” You step in front of him so he can’t avoid you. He still won’t meet your eyes, but he finally speaks.

“What did I do wrong? When did it all go so wrong?” You seriously ponder his question and struggle to reach an answer, but you try.

“I’m not sure if there was a specific moment. It feels more like it’s been piling up gradually. We just don’t have the same goals anymore.” You let out a shaky breath. “And I realized too late what I wanted.” 

“And it’s not me?” You’re unable to answer his question. You refuse.

“I am so sorry, Chris.” It’s all you can think to say.

“Deep down I knew we were broken. I’ve known for a long time,” he confesses. Tears threaten to escape you, but you look up hoping they’ll go away.

“I should have talked to you. After dad died…I should have asked for help, but I was too afraid. You threw yourself into work and I just felt like a burden.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way,” he says emotionlessly. His tone frightens you a little. You crouch down in front of him and look up. Chris looks into your eyes and finally sees you. Sees how tired you are. How sad. His hands rest on his knees. You place a hand on top of his and he closes his eyes at your touch. It felt foreign and familiar all at once. He wanted to grab hold of you and push you away. Sensing his internal struggle, you remove your hand and get up.

“I think I should go stay with my mom until we get things sorted.” He nods.

You head upstairs to pack an overnight bag. Chris leans forward and places his head in his hands. He wants to cry, but he wasn’t sure if there were any tears left. His ring captures his attention and twirls it between his fingers mindlessly. You come downstairs and stand before him to say goodbye. His body acts before his brain and he pulls you into him. You’re surprised as he slots you between his knees and places his head against your waist. He takes in a deep breath then exhales an unexpected sob. Turns out he still had a few tears to shed. Your own tears shortly follow falling down your face. Hands shaking, you brush through his dark curls one final time memorizing their softness. You love him. You always will, but what was left for either of you staying together? With the last of your strength, you remove yourself from his grasp and grab your bag. He can hear the sound of metal touching the side table next to him followed by the closing of your shared home’s front door. Chris looks over and sees your wedding band abandoned. He remains frozen for the rest of the night engulfed by the traces of your scent left behind.

A/N: Sorry for the lengthy one shot. Wrote this one kind of quickly so there may be some spelling errors. Also, major apologies to Chris. I just needed to pick someone and he seemed to fit for the husband role. This is a fictional version of Chris. No one is really breaking his heart irl (I hope!). Gonna go watch fluffy Chris videos now.

xx

[newhope8]

Individual Stories I've Read💙

Whether part of a more developed master list or a simple stand-alone tale ... 💕🤗

Like Throwing Petrol on a Fire (Hyunjin)

Lactation & Nursing Kink (Chan)

Stain (Lee Know)

Sharing is Caring (Minsung & Y/N reader)

Before the After Party (Hyunjin & Y/N reader)

Come My Way (Han)

Breeding Kink (Han)

Birthday Surprise (Chan & Y/N reader)

Free Use (3racha & Y/N reader)

Sleepy Sex {somnophilia} (Lee Know)

Breeding (Lee Know)

Period Sex (Lee Know)

Pee Kink (Han)

Unexpected Alpha (Chan)

Play, Part 1 (Hyunjin & Han)

Play, Part 2 (Hyunjin & Han)

Sweet Venom (Hyunjin)

Releasing Pent Up Emotions (Lee Know)

Milking Farm (Chan, Han, Lee Know & female Y/N reader)

Bath Time (Changbin)

Breeding Kink (Chan)

Fake Boyfriend on Family Vacation (Chan)

Fuckery with Custom Dildo (Han)

Female Cat Hybrid in Heat (Lee Know)

Sleepy Sex (Han)

Wedding Night (Chan)

Pussy Drunk (Lee Know)

Behaviors during Sex (all 8 members of SKZ)

Fatherhood (Han)

Fatherhood (Chan)

I Want To Try Something (Lee Know)

First Time (Chan)

Tell Me All About It (Chan)

I Dare You (sex chocolates with Hyunjin)

Living in Ruins (camping trip with Lee Know)

To Cum or Not to Cum (Hyunjin as a gynecologist)

For Your Eyes Only (y/n reader is newly pregnant with Hyunjin, her husband)

The Cat's Revenge (sex denial with Lee Know)

Wait Your Turn (ot8, SKZ poly) 💦💦🔥🔥🥵🥵

Omega Pregnancy (ot8, SKZ poly) — this short fic is suitable for all ages & is very wholesome (in every sense of the word), there's no smut or sex, just the briefest mentions of pregnancy & a 100% consensual relationship between 9 individuals all living in the same house ... 🥰💕

Sweet First Time (college-type environment, Jisung & y/n GF have their first 🍆🐱 moment)

Kitten (loving on New Years Eve, Lee Know)

Rainy Days (y/n caught in the rain, Chan & Felix)

Cozy Pink Socks (Jisungie wears socks during baby-ing session) 💦😏🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶

Enjoying a Present in Public (y/n & Jisungie)

Overheard Dom-like Behavior (y/n & Felix)

Spicy Music Playlist in the Car (y/n & Changbin)

Reuniting after Time Apart (y/n & Chan)

Sweet & Slow (y/n & Binnie) … very tender Dwaekki 🥹🥹🥹

Just the Tip (y/n & Jisungie) 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️😮‍💨😏

A Happy Moment at the End (y/n & Minho)

Sleep Well (y/n & Chan) 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️😏

Daddy Will Take Care of You (y/n & Chan)

Just One More, Puppy (y/n & Chan) 🚀💦🌶️x5

Hot Roommate (y/n & Hyunjin)

All Mine (y/n & I.N)

Hickey (y/n & Minsung) 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️💦🥵

Best Friend’s Brother (y/n & Chan)

Best Friends (y/n & Han) … friends to lovers

My Dear (y/n & Han) … friends to lovers in the best way possible, trust me on this one 🥹🥹🥹

Punishment from Doms & Subs Alike (poly ot8 relationship with the y/n character ***all parties are consenting adults***, 🥵🥵🥵💦💦💦😈😈😈)

I Need To Finish My Work (y/n & Han ... 💦💦💦💦💦🔥🔥🔥🔥😈😈😈😈)

Stop Lift Button (y/n & Minho are in an elevator 😏💦🥵😈)

Pretty Little Princesses (y/n, Han & Felix play dress up ... you'll see) 😏💦🥵😈 -- spice level on this one, oh definitely five [5] chili peppers' worth ... 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️😈😈😈😈

Back in 10 (y/n & CEO-type Han)

Show Mommy (y/n & Minho)