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HYUNJINS BOUNCY HAIR IM ACTUALLY DYING STOP

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Screaming , crying , throwing up .

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Rest easy moonbin, we are all so proud of everything you’ve accomplished, we love you so much. 💜🕊️. I miss you so much already, i just hope you’re finally at peace<3

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God, it’s me again….

MIROH ✧ 2019 SBS 가요대전

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I love him sm.

simple. 

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Oh lord

SEONGHWA // 2022 KBS SONG FESTIVAL RED CARPET

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HES A LITERAL PUPPY NOBODY TALK TO ME IM CRYING

3rd gif cr. hi_sy_922

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YOU SPOIL US OML, I’m so happy you’re back I rlly enjoyed your last minho one you posted not too Long ago as well! I religiously re-read all your fics they are just so- AGAHDJE. One of (if not the) best writer for sub skz fics your Writing always makes me want to actually finish my wips😭. ANYWAYS I’m such a whore for sub jisung so I appreciated this sm. 😭🫶

pay attention - h.js

note: this is a reupload from my old blog

content: sub jisung, dom reader, jealousy, brat-taming (sorta), jisung is very childish, use of vibrators, edging, orgasm denial, slight exhibitionism, lots of begging, very light degradation/humiliation, reader’s sex is unspecified

word count: 5k

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IM NOT CRYING YOURE CRYING 😭. Mica- every time I think it CANT get any better- it does. YOU PROVE ME WRONG TIME AND TIME AGAIN OH MY LORD. This series was really dear to me- it just felt so real, all the emotions were portrayed so well, and I love how we got to know every character, it just pulled the whole story together. I’m such a sucker for this hyunjin oh my god I literally cannot thank you enough for writing this series- I love it so much. The ending actually did make me cry😭- it was almost therapeutic in a way to watch the mc get what she deserved- and finally get to be happy. AGAHAGAG I’m getting emotional again over a MF fanfic I can’t do this anymore 😭.

The Guy Next Door | hhj

❝𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲?❞

↳ Chapter 7/7 of The Guy Next Door. See Chapter 1 for story description.  

↳ Female reader x Hyunjin

↳ 17k

!! This fic explores themes that may distress some readers i.e. familial abuse (physical, verbal, mental), extremely strict/controlling parenting, mental illness, anxiety/depression and sexual exploitation. Please proceed with caution !!

! Final chapter, strong language, porn star au, strangers to lovers au, college au, first times au, neighbours au, porn star Hyunjin, inexperienced reader, angst and tension, heavy sexual themes throughout, frequent reference to pornography, themes of rebellion and self-discovery, adult themes throughout, a film shoot, big decisions, everyone steps up and the tripod does its thing, explicit sexual content, several sex scenes, a short time skip during the final portion of the chapter, a new home, a conclusion, and a happy fucking ending !

「suitable for 18+ readers only」  「Chapter 1」  「Contents List」  「© February 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」

The next morning, you awake feeling surreal; like a part of you has been carved out and replaced with something altogether foreign.

Waking up beside Hyunjin might have something to do with that, you suppose. It’s not every day one precedes their morning routine by admiring such a painfully gorgeous face, relaxed in deep sleep.

Loath to disturb him, you went about your washing and waking up alone and in as much peace as you could manage, stealing surreptitious glances at his slumbering form if only to confirm that you didn’t dream the entirety of yesterday and last night.

Hyunjin is your boyfriend. Your beautiful, gentle, salaciously passionate freaking boyfriend.

This is the thought that spirals endlessly as you amble into Changbin’s kitchen, somewhat surprised to see Minho and Lix already awake. They’re gathered closely on stools at the island; the elder is poised topless, lavender hair raked back off his face, thick-rimmed glasses on his nose. Inexplicably stunning. Lix is wrapped in a pastel silk kimono, hunched over a mug of something hot, her expression markedly vacant.

With an arm around her small shoulders, Minho speaks softly and inaudibly, though his tone denotes a conversation of intimate nature; one that you’re most certainly not to disturb. Yet as you back away to leave them to their own devices, the interruption of movement calls Minho’s attention. He casts you a quick glance, straightening up immediately.

“Good morning, darling,” he drawls warmly, retracting his arm from Lix’s shoulders.

“M— Morning. Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“You’re fine, come in.”

In a bid to avoid any awkwardness you suppose you can only go along with Minho’s invitation and his implication that whatever this is, it’s fine for you to be present, and so you go about making yourself a breakfast of underdone toast and overly strong coffee, doing your best to appear as insignificant as possible. All the same, they don’t resume their conversation. Rather, Lix excuses herself and leaves you alone with the other star, his gentle humming a pleasant accompaniment that inexplicably allows you to zone out, to return to thoughts of your boyfriend.

Indeed, it’s only when coating your warm bread in a third layer of butter that Lix manages to get your attention; you hadn’t even noticed her return. She waves a hand in front of your face, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“You good, honey? Seem a little out of it this morning.”

You feel you could say the same of her, her apparent change in demeanour so startling it’s more on par with what you’d expect of your blonde best friend and his drastic mood swings. Whatever Minho said to her clearly had some effect, intended or not.

“Y— Yeah, of course. I’m good,” you surrender the butter knife, grimacing at the state of your now inedible breakfast.

“Vic still sleeping?” she asks, blasé.

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MICA. You’ve put done yourself again. after reading your authors note- Y E S ! Lix and bin feel like a long term investment to me- the way you wrote it helped me get to know more about changbin and how he thinks in this series- AND I LOVED IT. yes I did get rlly sad at the end I’m gonna be honest😭 seeing binnie freak out like that and start second guessing himself just hurt especially since none of it was his fault- I ALSO LOVE THAT YOU SHOWED THIS SIDE OF D/S PLAY, it’s good to see the representation, and to be reminded that not everything is all perfect, shit happens.

YOU NEVER DISAPPOINT!

The Guy Next Door | hhj

❝𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞?❞

↳ Interim chapter 2/2 of The Guy Next Door: should be read after chapter 6. Interims are optional therefore not crucial to the main storyline but do provide extra context and background on side characters, their arcs and sub-plots.

↳ Changbin x transfem Felix focused, other characters included/referenced 

↳ 10.7k

! Strong language, sports science major/rich boy Changbin, porn star Felix, transfem Felix uses she/her pronouns and has female anatomy, pansexual Changbin, angst and tension, background/history on Changbin, frank discussion on transitioning and surrounding issues therein, frequent reference to pornography (trans porn specifically and issues therein), pining, alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content, making out, oral sex (m. rec), face fucking, cum swallowing, hugely under-negotiated kink, Felix does a really dumb thing, d/s dynamics, subspace and whiting out, unintentional aftercare neglect, this chapter is a lesson in the importance of communication do not try this at home, adult themes throughout !

「suitable for 18+ readers only」  「Chapter 1」  「Contents List」  「© February 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」

Changbin sometimes wonders where he’d be if he wasn’t in Saint Brides.

Abroad somewhere, perhaps, relaxing on a sunburnt beach as warm waves lick his toes. Maybe exploring Europe, backpacking through cultural capitals. Maybe touring Asia, island hopping or mountain climbing or otherwise participating in any extreme sport that would have his adrenaline pumping.

But that’s all about he can do; he can wonder, he can dream, he can pretend that his future is as unknown as everyone else’s. He can try to forget that he’s not beholden to certain expectations laid on him from the minute he was born, but really, he never will.

Make no mistake; Changbin is grateful for the things he has. His life is good, comfortable, he wants for nothing and as a result finds himself with never a dull moment to waste. Contrary to what might constitute a cliché for rich families, Changbin knows his father to be a good man. A man with principles, self-made and honest. A man that wants only the best for his brood and that worked himself to the bone in the business of merging and acquisition to ensure said best.

Changbin finds pride in being the eldest son of a man like that, and knows how lucky he is that he can make such a claim; certainly when he compares his home life to that of his dearest friends, the gratitude for his circumstances is abundantly clear. His childhood was the ideal of storybooks, his adolescence supported and nurtured, his growing into the person he is now a gentle process by the guiding hands of his parents.

And so, he supposes that ultimately, his future is a small price to pay for it all. It’s expected of him to succeed his father in taking over the family business, to run it with the same level of respect and care that the man himself did. He’s never abjectly hated the idea of stepping into those shoes, but neither has he found himself giddy at the prospect.

It is simply a stated fact, a truth that he knows to be. It hardly matters that his true passion lies with sports and physical fitness. Indeed, it hardly matters that he’s studying towards it now, because even with degree in hand and all the motivation in the world, he’ll be unable to make proper use of it.

His parents tell him frequently that that he’s free to do what he wants, how he wants, when he wants it, until such a time as he’s required to take up the Seo mantle. Thus, he decided to go to university, to do what everyone else his age was doing in the hopes it might make him feel a little more like them.

Changbin still believes his falling into step the tripod to be an unthinkable stroke of luck, their friendship feeling so very eternal to him now. It was through no more than being approached by a grinning blonde kid after the first induction tutorial of the year that rendered him subsequently unable to shake him. Many months after the event, Changbin asked him what it was inspired him to approach in the first place, to which Jisung informed that it was because Changbin was the only one to not laugh at the snide joke the professor cracked on the blonde’s late arrival to the lecture. A little baffled by the answer but accepting all the same (Changbin didn’t laugh because he simply didn’t find singling out funny), it was no effort to quickly warm to the eccentric rainbow coloured catastrophe that was Han Jisung.

It was no surprise when, a few weeks after that, Jisung pulled much the same stunt with the lonely girl in the library; a veritable deer in the headlights if Changbin had ever seen one. Less prepared to slot herself into the dynamic they already had, her icy persona took a little longer to thaw, yet even the most solidified of temperaments will eventually melt under Jisung’s scorching persistence.

Changbin worries about her. It’s natural that he should, of course, and he doesn’t let himself feel bad for wanting to text her every hour on the hour if only to ensure she’s functioning enough to string together a response.

While he never could have known the whole extent of the abuse she suffered, Changbin saw signs of something that didn’t sit rightly with him. She carried herself like her very existence was a nuisance, lingering always several paces behind until Jisung would drag her along in equal step. She would never speak unless spoken to, never add anything of value to conversations unless thoroughly relaxed enough to do so. She would flinch when her phone went off, check the time every five minutes, make increasingly elaborate excuses after class to avoid hanging out, and eventually Changbin supposed that enough was enough.

Enlightening Jisung as to his suspicions on her home life wasn’t so much an enlightenment as it was confirmation for both that their mutual concerns couldn’t be unfounded; not if they both shared them.

Even with desire to outright approach her with it, Changbin was perpetually aware of overstepping. The friendship was still relatively new, the ties fragile with potential to snap under distrust. And so, he had little choice but to believe that she was a grown woman in her own right; if she was in such dire a position as to require serious help, she would surely seek it out. Changbin had to trust that she would.

She needed friends, he realised. Not a force of authority or nature to dig to the root of her mental scars and peel them clean from her person, for doing such a thing would only open bloody wounds and negate whatever healing she had so far achieved. No. She needed a network of support to fall back on, people her own age that wouldn’t brand her a pariah or sympathise to piteous degrees, but rather that would simply treat her as though she was one of them.

It was Jisung that affectionately knighted them ‘the tripod’, three legs of the same unified being, the bonds of which were stronger than any iron-clad friendship; if one metaphorical leg were kicked out by poor circumstance or unwanted angst, all three of them would feel the pain and thusly fall. Changbin hoped she understood that the sentiment applied to everything.

Despite all this and at the behest of his own principles, however, Changbin couldn’t resign himself to total inaction. Whatever he could do to ease her anxious plight, he would, and so he took quiet note of her routines; nine pm weekday curfews, midnights on the weekend. Ensuring she was always returned home accordingly spared her from the exhaustion of fabricating an excuse every time, and while it was never outwardly stated that the pair were deliberately accommodating her circumstances, Changbin felt the appreciation in the small things. The way she became closer, warmer, more at ease the longer she remained in their company, and before Changbin really realised it, he was forced to ask himself questions as to the nature of his feelings.

Did he… love her?

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I KNOW U SEE ME STALKING UR PAGE I J CANT HELP IT. This has to be one of my favorite pieces you’ve written it just made me feel all warm and fuzzy it’s so cute. I love a good slow burn- AND GOOD SLOWBURNS ARE UR SPECIALTIES MY FRIEND LET ME TELL YOU THAT. I love all of your work if I haven’t made that obvious enough, I know this one’s not even that new but I still thought I would leave a comment on it🫶

Perfect Distraction | lfl

❝𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮…❞

↳ Felix is the perfect, untouchable man you can only long for from the back of the college lecture hall. Until a chance encounter and offer of distraction brings those yearnings closer than you’d ever have thought was possible. 

↳ Female reader x Felix

↳ 11.4k

! Strong language, college au, strangers to friends to lovers au, mutual pining, angst, slow burn, explicit sexual content, vanilla sex, oral sex (f. and m. rec), body worship, praise, use of pet names, sexual discovery, adult themes throughout !

「suitable for 18+ readers only」  「© July 2020 by jl-micasea-fics」

Felix’s back was a profound thing.

You’d seen it a hundred times, your gaze often landing on it when you found yourself looking for a distraction from the monotony of your lecture. Some might say that it was natural for his back to be the first thing you saw when you looked up from your desk, because he just happened to be right in front of you. Although you doubted they’d deem it natural if they knew how intently you examined it day after day.

Yet that didn’t make it any less extraordinary. Or rather, it wasn’t his back itself that was extraordinary. By all accounts, it was a perfectly ordinary, normal back. It was more the things you felt, while looking at said back, that made it special. Made it stand out from the rest.

He’d become broader since your first lecture together. You could almost create a play by play in your head of how his back had looked the first time you’d seen it, and how it had changed over the passing weeks and months.

His soft silver tresses collected neatly at the base of his neck, highlighting the pale complexion of his skin. The days where he’d clearly rushed to get to class were your favourite, if only because you got to feast on the sight of his hair laden and matted with traces of sweat, a result of his exertion to make it in time, especially when he let it grow longer than usual. Those days were a treat.

The outlining curves of his shoulder blades beneath his shirt were also far more prominent now. The way the fabric would stretch snugly across his skin when he moved would offer you a glimpse of the muscle beneath, and it was on those occasions you’d have to force yourself to look elsewhere. It shouldn’t have affected you so much, and you knew that.

But it did. The gentle movements of his shoulders that signified his intake of breath, or the times he’d simply scratch the back of his neck, no doubt feeling the eyes burning into the back of it, would make you needlessly giddy.

You’d lost count of the number of times you’d imagined what his back felt like. Would it be soft to touch? Maybe he’d be surprisingly firm. How would it look with the absence of that black shirt? You could only dare to dream.

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I LIiterally have so much love for this whole series and anything to do with it. this was too much for me I swear you’re trying to kill us. LOVE SO MUCH how you portray jisung, it’s literal perfection, the way he’s so open about everything- not because he wants to be, but because he speaks before Thinking- I just love this so much, AND THE BACK STORY, Also rlly helped me picture how Jisung is in this series, and what part he is in the tripod. TY FOR FEEDING MY THIRSTY MIND. My love for you grows every day I swear to god you are a genius.

The Guy Next Door | hhj

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐦𝐚𝐧.❞

↳ Interim chapter ½ of The Guy Next Door: should be read after chapter 6. Interims are optional therefore not crucial to the main storyline but do provide extra context and background on side characters, their arcs and sub-plots.

↳ Minho x Jisung focused, other characters included/referenced 

↳ 8.3k

! Strong language, mxm, film student Jisung, porn star Minho, angst and tension, background/history on Jisung, explicit sexual content, pining, alcohol consumption, frequent reference to pornography, filming, voyeurism and exhibitionism, a shared pornography experience, so much soft praise and validation, wet and messy making out, anal sex, Jisung just worships Minho and it’s so endearing, mild dacryphilia, dirty talk, the start of something dangerously beautiful, adult themes throughout !

「suitable for 18+ readers only」  「Chapter 1」  「Contents List」  「© January 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」

Jisung loves sex.

The sight of it, the smells of it, the meaning of it (or lack of). How it may be used as an artful representation of humanity or conversely to evidence the sheer deprivation of the race; everything about sex appeals to Jisung and so will never escape his clutches.

Save for one thing most bafflingly; the actual having of it.

Scenarios where that would have been possible have done well to elude him for the duration of his young adult life, and when Jisung thinks back on the hormonally driven hellscape that was high school, he supposes that’s probably to blame.

Jisung’s sexuality was no secret or hard-to-swallow pill. He knew, from an earlier age than most, that his attraction to both sexes wasn’t something he could combat, and neither was his personality something he could alter.

Jisung was built to operate at intense, wired to act and speak and exist at a pace beyond most people’s comprehension or level of tolerance. Life ran fast for him, as did his brain, and growing up it was never treated as a problem. Jisung’s adoptive mother—his favourite person before God gave him the tripod—was a believer in positive reinforcement, accepted him for who he was and catered to Jisung’s eccentric whims at a level perhaps thought extreme by any other parent, but it worked for her, for them, and that surely had to be all that mattered. The love of Jisung’s mother was unwavering enough that he oftentimes forgot he was a product of someone else, even aspired to follow in her high-heeled footsteps and become a lawyer before other interests claimed him.

It was only in stepping into high school that his small, rose-coloured world was blown open, and he quickly came to learn getting too physically close to his peers made him ‘the freak that doesn’t respect personal space’, that sharing facts he’d learned from the Nat Geo documentary he watched the night before made him ‘that rude asshole that always interrupts’, that dressing in the bright colours he liked made him ‘the attention seeking bi’.

Still; Jisung was never one to take it to heart. His mother would tell him he was surrounded by bubble wrap; could withstand the knocks and bumps with unexpected resilience while staying warm at his core. He supposed she was probably right, if only because the alternative was simply too dire to consider should he ever let it all get to him.

And as high school life ticked by and Jisung became slowly accustomed to the idea of never really having friends, of never getting to date, of trying to be okay with being perpetually misunderstood, something inexplicable happened.

Sophie happened.

Jisung met Sophie during art class, their mutual admiration of each other’s mindless doodles forming the beginning of a friendship. She was accepting of his sexuality and everything else about him, encouraging him to be himself and to pay no mind to the cruelty of other kids; they just didn’t get him, she said. Not like she did. Sophie understood him, Jisung thought, and so they spent a lot of time in each other’s company, in each other’s bedrooms, whereby the friendship naturally transformed to something not nearly as platonic. Jisung fully believed this was his good luck finally coming through; his big high school break, the one he always hoped would come. So content was he with the relationship that he found no reason to question Sophie’s apparent reluctance to take the next step of intimacy; Jisung supposed it would come when the time was right, that he could get by until then.

Things were going well, he thought, one thing leading to another in the manner one would expect; until it didn’t.

When Jisung discovered Sophie was cheating on him, it was by accident. He’d trained himself to tune out locker room talk—such concentrated levels of testosterone in one place gave him cystic acne breakouts—yet it was the use of a single word that piqued his attentions that afternoon.

‘Slut’.

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Literally so in love with this man when I tell you he’s so cute it brings tears to my eyes I’m so serious. Going to cry now 😭

cutest boy in Tokyo!

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OH. MY. GOD. When I tell you this shook me to my core and got me feeling everything, I mean it- holy shit. I ABSOLUTELY ADORE how you portrayed minho, It was just Perfect, Perfect balance of feels and horny. I love this so much- will be rereading.

ZIPPER

PAIRING: minho x fem!reader GENRE: smut. fluff. established relationship. CONTENT: 18+ only. shy reader. marking. desperation. mutual obsession. unprotected intercourse. biting. body worship. overstimulation. mention of violence. oral (m. rec). WORD COUNT: 4.3k

NOTE: yeah it’s my birthday tomorrow and i wrote this as a gift to myself. @lino-nyangi​ and @tasteracha​ encouraged this. no other comment at this time.

SUMMARY: when your boyfriend asks you what you want for your birthday, only one thing comes to mind. you want to dress him in an outfit of your choosing.

You’re backed up against the wall when the door opens, mentally preparing yourself for seeing him in the outfit you’d picked out. He’d laughed as you’d explained what you wanted for your birthday, eyes on the floor at the embarrassment of it all. You wanted to go out and pick an outfit and have him wear it for you. He only ever wore baggy pants, t-shirts and hoodies. You love him in whatever he wore but he never showed off all the work he’d put in at the gym. Despite his relentless teasing at your request, he’d agreed. Of course he agreed. He always did. He might act like everything was the biggest inconvenience he’d ever faced in his life, but he hadn’t turned you down once since you’d been together. You’d learned that’s just how he was. He never wanted anyone to know how much he cared. 

He looks up at you the moment the bedroom door shuts behind him, tugging his pants up his waist a little. You press your lips together as he looks at you expectantly. 

“Well?” he prompts.

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I LITERALLY AM IN LOVE. This is one of my favorite chapters yet. I’m all for a good slow burn, the pay off is always amazing if it’s written right, like you continue to show time and time again! THANK YOU FOR THIS AMAZING SERIES. I DONT know what I’ll do when it’s over. I hope you’ve had a good new year, and I look forward to continue reading what you write!

The Guy Next Door | hhj

❝𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨.❞

↳ Chapter 6/7 of The Guy Next Door. See Chapter 1 for story description.  

↳ Female reader x Hyunjin

↳ 12.8k

!! This fic explores themes that may distress some readers i.e. familial abuse (physical, verbal, mental), extremely strict/controlling parenting, mental illness, anxiety/depression and sexual exploitation. Please proceed with caution !!

! Strong language, porn star au, strangers to lovers au, college au, first times au, neighbours au, porn star Hyunjin, inexperienced reader, angst and tension, explicit sexual content, heavy sexual themes throughout, frequent reference to pornography, themes of rebellion and self-discovery, new character introductions (transfem Felix, uses she/her pronouns and has female anatomy), much alcohol consumption, drinking games with porn stars, first-time sex and loss of virginity, car sex, semi-public sex, romantic confessions, a sprinkle of fluff amongst the angst and steam, adult themes throughout !

「suitable for 18+ readers only」  「Chapter 1」  「Contents List」  「© January 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」

“And just where in the wonderful fuck have you two been?”

Jisung is the first to question your absence, as he would be, you suppose.

He’s perched on the marbled counter of the kitchen island, speaking over the shoulder of the same mop-haired athlete that endeavoured to turn you away from the party only an hour or so before. Said athlete is far too busy smothering Jisung’s neck in lazy lip attention to acknowledge your presence, however, and you once again wonder how Jisung manages to so easily wrap the dude-bros around his finger. Always the dude-bros.

“None of your business,” you shoot back, hand linked in Hyunjin’s.

“Oh, it is all my business,” the blonde retorts, throat exposed to allow said dude-bro continuous access. “I’m the entire reason he’s even here, you know.”

“He is?”

You look up at Hyunjin, recalling that despite your immediate need for gratification in each other, there are still questions to be answered, explanations to be given.

Hyunjin grimaces, “I’ll explain later. It’s too damn loud in here.”

“Speaking of loud,” Changbin shoves the fridge door closed, hands Hyunjin a cold beer. “Where are your buddies?”

Buddies?

Hyunjin scratches his nape, glancing surreptitiously at you before he replies, “They’re, uh… in the car?”

“You left them in the fucking car?!” Jisung howls, petting dude-bro’s head mindlessly. “Holy shit, that’s hilarious.”

“You should invite them in,” Changbin suggests. “Unless you’re ready to leave?”

He directs that last question at you, to which the glow of appreciation warms you. But in truth, the party hasn’t been half as bad as you believed it would be, and while that assuredly has something to do with the fact you’ve spent the majority of it on your back or with a dick in your mouth, you don’t feel any kind of urgency to leave just yet.

“I’m good for a little while,” you shrug, looking up at Hyunjin.

“You sure?”

You nod, smile at him in reassurance, squeeze his hand. “Yeah. Besides, it’d be nice to meet your friends.”

“Y/n, honey, no. They’re not the kind of friends you’re thinking of—”

Changbin daggers a warning glare at the hysterical blonde, and accompanied by the one from Hyunjin, it appears enough to induce his stoic silence. Instead, he threads his fingers through oblivious dude-bro’s hair, swigging from his beer bottle with brows raised in admission.

“Alright then,” Hyunjin sighs, defeated. “But be warned, they’re… kind of a lot.”

“I’m used to ‘kind of a lot’,” you shrug happily.

Hyunjin seems resigned to the decision, plants a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

With that, he breezes out of the kitchen, leaving you to the interrogation of the tripod. Jisung bats away dude-bro by a swat to his shoulder and a, “get out of here, stud,” that leaves the athlete adequately dazed and confused. He hops off the kitchen island to crowd you.

“So, what happened?” he asks, eyes wild with excitement.

“Oh my god, nothing happened—” you grab an empty cup, pouring a measure of nearby vodka into it.

“Bull-fucking-shit, you were in there for, like, forty minutes—”

“You counted?”

“— I know just how much can happen in forty minutes, honey. Spill.”

“Jisung, lay off, maybe she wants to keep it private?” Changbin berates from the fridge.

“Did you fuck?”

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I LOVED THIS SERIES SM. So happy to see this on my feed OML. Forever one of my favorite writers, keep up the good work! I hope you’re doing well!!!

♡ fan with minho (epilogue)

↳ pairing: minho x reader ↳ word count: 1.3k ↳ genre: sex work!au (streamer!reader), smut ↳ summary: your boyfriend decides to join you on stream again ↳ warnings: explicit content, sex work, sexual topics, smut (unprotected sex, creampie, cumplay, anal fingering), mentions of anal sex, use of 'slut,' 'baby' ↳ prev. chapter ♡ masterlist ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ↳ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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Nine months later is the first time you have a guest on the stream again. The streams have gotten rarer now, but the views are better than ever. Tonight’s stream, though, is already attracting more viewers than you’ve seen all month, and it’s not surprising—guests always attract more viewers, especially when they come hand in hand with the promise of a good fuck.

Dressed in a crop top and matching poor excuse of a skirt, you start the stream. The apartment scenery is now different—you’re in a bigger place with a lot more light, the bed behind you queen-sized, the place no longer sterile-looking. An upgrade, if you will.

“I’ve missed you, guys,” you greet the audience with a grin. “Thanks for showing up tonight, I hope you’ll enjoy the treat.”

With that, you kneel on the chair and wait for your guest to spin you to the side so the viewers only see your profile as your ass sticks in the air. He lifts your skirt over your hips, showing the audience the side of your naked ass cheek. It lets them know you’re naked underneath it.

What they don’t know is that you’ve already been licked clean and thoroughly fucked, pussy swollen from your boyfriend’s merciless fucking. “We want you to be in the mood, right? If you’re so keen on doing this,” he told you earlier, eyes peeking at you from between your thighs.

“Well, if my boyfriend is going to join me on stream once a year, I want to make it count,” you teased, not knowing what you were getting yourself into.

Now, your boyfriend appears behind you, cock hard and ready for you as he gives a thumbs up to the camera. “Now you’ll see how my pretty little slut takes cock.”

With that, he eases his length into you, bottoming out instantly. The stinging you felt earlier when he fucked you has evaporated completely, and your walls and cunt are pulsating, wanting more of Minho. 

You’re holding onto the back of the chair, hands wrapped around it as he starts fucking you. “Why don’t you tell them who’s fucking you so good?”

“Lino, Lino, only you, Lino,” you mumble his nickname as a chant while facing the camera. When he speeds up his movements, you can only hiss and moan. You’re fucked out already, weak and full of his cum, yet you want more, as always. 

It’s been so good with him, all of it. Since that stream, you thought about Minho a lot—about the way he managed to be respectful despite you being you and doing what you do, about the warm hug he gave you when he was leaving, the kiss he planted on your lips, about the comfort he gave you when he told you not to think of yourself as easy for streaming. 

Still, it wasn’t enough for you to text the man who’s now ramming himself into you from behind while you’re screaming, the audience eating up every second of it. No, you waited for him to text, too afraid to make a move and look desperate for seeking out more from a guy who just came over for a fuck. 

And the text came not long after, making your insides turn with excitement.

Minho: I know this is going to sound stupid, but I can’t stop thinking about you

After that text, you threw all caution out the window and it paid off. You can’t imagine being without Minho now, even if it’s been a little less than a year since you met. You live together, love each other, and have plans for the future. And now, he’s agreed to be on stream with you again, wanting to show all these guys who owned you, he said jokingly, even though it is the truth. 

“Who does your cunt belong to?” Minho grunts at you as his fingers dig into your hips. “Let them hear, baby.”

“You, Lino, fuck, baby, you!” You’re a blubbering mess at this point, and he decides to make it even more difficult on you.

Out of the blue, he spits on your asshole and circles the rim of it with his thumb, telling people how tight your ass is and how he loves eating it before fucking it well, have you creaming around nothing with your ass full of him. They’re loving it, but you can’t force your eyes open to read the comments or interact with them—having his cock in you while his thumb is inside of your ass is heavenly, and he’s perfected the movements by now, giving you exactly what you need. 

“See how dumb she gets when she’s fucked right?” Minho scoffs, holding you in place so he can start going even harder, thumb still lodged inside of you, making your pussy clench. “Wants me to fill all her holes.”

“Please, baby!” you whine, not even sure what you’re begging for—more? His cum? Him? 

When his other hand moves down to your clit and starts rubbing it, his cock entering you from behind, the finger in your ass wiggling ever so slightly, you shut off, completely letting go. You’re putty in his hands, leaning against the chair, letting him touch you however he wants, do whatever he wants. Minho knows your body well by now, and it doesn’t take him long to find the perfect pace of his fingers around your clit and his thrusts, matching them, making you see stars.

You feel yourself drooling a little, tears spilling out of your eyes because of how swollen your clit is, yet his touch still feels perfect. “You’re being so good to me, baby, just like that…” He praises you so gently you can only whine in response. “You can give me one more, right? Just this one… Let me feel you come around me… I’ll fill you up again.”

You utter a quiet ‘please’ and let go. After that, it takes your boyfriend less than a minute to throw you over the edge and have you come around him, your ass and pussy clenching around him at the same time, making the usually composed man whine loudly. 

“Good girl,” he praises you softly, one of his hands moving up to caress your back and rub it slowly. “What a good pussy you have… Make me want to come again.”

“Give it to me, Lino,” you beg again, opening your eyes to look at the camera. “Want to show them how you fill me up.”

It doesn’t take him long to come either. This time, half his cum ends up in your pussy while the other ends up on it and over your asshole since he pulled out. Then, he walks to the side, eases one finger in your ass and one in your pussy, and pushes the chair towards the camera, moving it in so the audience gets a good look at it. No one can see inside of you, as always—all they see is two of your holes filled with his fingers, cum dripping out of them, over them. Minho moves his fingers back and forth for a bit before he smacks your ass gently with his other hand and asks you to say bye.

“Thanks for watching, guys,” you croak, throat dry. “If you like Lino being on stream, let me know so I can beg him to come more often.”

With that, he turns off the stream and runs to get a warm cloth, which he uses to wipe his cum off of your body. While cleaning you up, he plants soft kisses on the back of your thighs, ass, lower back—everywhere his pretty mouth can reach, both of you humming as he does it.

When Minho’s done with that, he helps you get down and into bed, lying next to you and taking you in his arms. “You were so good to me, baby.”

“I think they’ll want to see you more often,” you mumble as you nuzzle up to his chest. “You fuck so well.”

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It’s gonna take me so fucking long to finish SKZ replay, I keep replaying shit😭. I STAYED UP FOR THIS IM GONNA ENJOY IT. So happy to have SKZ players on Spotify finally 🥹