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• The Blackened Heart • Part Five

A Han Jisung Mini Series

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Genre: Pirate SKZ

Pairing: PirateThief!Jisung x Female Captain Reader x Ex-Bandit Lino

Summary: When Y/N, Captain of the Blackened Heart, gets offered a large sum of money to deliver a thief to the Jarl of Serpent Point, she and her crew greedily accept. But while spending time with the familiar thief during their long journey back home, she realizes just how important human connection can be, even for a pirate.

Warnings: Swearing. Violence. Jealousy. Mentions and depictions of death. Mentions and depictions of sexual intercourse. SMUT. Unprotected sex. Dom/sub dynamics. Mentions of blood.

** The author has left out some warnings to create an element of surprise with certain topics in/throughout this chapter. Reader discretion is advised. **

Word Count: 6.7k

Enjoy!!

The distant sounds of muffled pleasure drifted down from above, carrying through the wooden beams of the brig like some ghostly torment sent to remind Jisung of what he could never have again.

He sat rigid on the cold, damp floor of his cell, shoulders hunched, hands curled into fists against his knees. His stomach twisted with ugly jealousy as he fought to ignore the unmistakable sounds of you and Lino indulging in each other's company three stories above.

He squeezed his eyes shut. He knew those sounds—he remembered them too well. He remembered the way your voice broke in moments of pure bliss, the soft, gasping moans only he had once been able to pull from your lips. The way your body would arch, the way your nails would rake down his back, the way you—.

Jisung forced his mind blank, biting down on his tongue until he tasted copper.

Across from him, Jeo sat on the old wooden stool that Lino had once occupied, hunched over the parchment, his brows drawn together in tight focus. He had dismissed Lino's pen and pulled a pencil from seemingly out of nowhere, twirling it in between his fingers as he tried his best to ignore the noise.

The man in the cell next to Jisung, however, lacked any such restraint.

Marrow Jack groaned loudly, throwing his head back against the damp stone wall. "How the hell do you guys sleep at night with all this... noise?"

Jeo didn't look up. "Hmm?"

"This! That!" Jack flailed his arms towards the ceiling as another particularly rough moan echoed down. "How the hell do you people live with this?"

Jeo barely spared him a glance.

"You get used to it. All of us do it, so why can't she?"

Jack let out a scoff at Jeo's words, dark amusement lacing his tone. "You all—?

"Not with each other, you prick," Jeo interrupted dryly. "Some of us are married. Some of us have children. And some of us find a warm body in a tavern and bring them back before remembering that privacy doesn't exist on a ship. Why should we deny the Captain if she wants to do the same? She's only human."

Another moan. Jeo grimaced. Just slightly. But Jisung saw it.

And so did Marrow Jack.

"Oh?" Jack leaned forward, his eyes now gleaming micheviously in the dim light. "What was that?"

Jeo frowned, finally glancing up from his paper. "What was what?"

"That," Jack pointed at him, his grin widening. "You grimaced."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

A loud, rhythmic thudding sounded above, the unmistakable sound of a headboard banging against the wall. Jeo's jaw tensed impossibly more.

Jisung watched as Jack's grin turned sadistic. He let out a dark, chilling laugh that had goosebumps rising on every part of Jisung's body.

"I know that look anywhere, kid. She’s a Captain, boy, she takes what she wants and discards what she doesn’t need.”

Jeo went back to his parchment paper, the tips of his ears now burning red. Jack didn't seem to understand Jeo's silence and pressed on anyway, irritatingly so.

"So tell me—are you jealous that they're up there having fun while you're stuck down here on watch? Or are you jealous of exactly who is up there having fun, hmm?"

Jeo's pencil snapped between his fingers, the tip of the lead cracking into nothing under the pressure Jeo had on it. Jisung inhaled sharply, sensing the shift in the air. He could practically see the steam rolling off of Jeo in waves.

Jack let out another long, slow chuckle, his voice dripping with amusement when he spoke next. "Oh, I get it. You're jealous of him. Fancy yourself the Captain, do you? Do you think your feelings matter? You’re nothing but a joke to her."

"Shut up," Jeo muttered. He was still hunched over his parchment paper with the broken pencil in hand, but Jisung noticed his eyes were squeezed shut, his shoulders bunched up with enough tension to snap a bone. Jack didn't seem to see the dangerous way Jeo was bursting at the seams, or if he did, he didn't seem to care.

"No, no. I get it. Have you seen her?" Jack went on without a care, as if he were speaking about the weather; as if the danger before his eyes was nothing more than an inconvenience to him. Jisung felt himself tense when the mention of you left Jack's mouth. As if he had any right to speak of you, and what he said next had Jisung biting his tongue in annoyance to keep himself from snapping the same way Jeo looked like he was going to.

"She's beautiful. Regal even. I don't blame you for being jealous of him. What I would do to ravish that body—"

"I said shut up!"

Before Jisung could blink, Jeo had lunged forward, grabbing Jack by the collar through the bars of the cell, and yanking him close. His eyes blazed with something raw and dangerous. Jisung stood from his spot on the ground as quickly as he could given his restraints, his pulse pounding.

Jack, however, only smirked, his gaze flickering between Jeo's flush face and the tight grip the younger male had on his shirt. Then, realization dawned on him. "Oh you've got it bad, don't you, little guy?"

Jeo's grip tightened, and Jisung took a step forward to—what? What could he do in a situation like this?

Jack tilted his head, his sadistic, curious expression shifting—slowly, wickedly— like a predator who had just caught the scent of something new. "Unless..." he dragged the word out, watching Jeo's eyes carefully. "Unless it's her you're jealous of."

Silence followed.

Jisung stiffened, staring with morbid curiosity.

Jack's smirk deepened at Jeo's silence. Jisung could see Jeo's large hands shaking with anger as they gripped Jack's old, ragged shirt. "Wait, both?"

Jeo's entire body went still. Then, with a growl so fierce Jisung would've thought it came from a wild animal, Jeo shoved Jack back, yanked open the cell door, and stormed inside, his dagger flashing as he pressed it against Jack's throat.

Jisung moved immediately, helplessly. "Whoa, settle down—"

"Touched a nerve, did I?" Jack laughed once, unbothered by the blade that was pressing hard enough into his skin to create a scarlet line beneath it. His yellowing teeth was on full display, and he looked so pleased with himself for the chaos he had brought. Not a care in the world.

Jeo's grip on the knife tightened. "You better shut the hell up right now." His voice was low, trembling with barely contained fury. "Don't say another word or I swear to God, I'll gut you right here."

The old bastard had the audacity to grin. "Ooh, I'm shaking,"

Jeo snapped. The blade flashed, a scarlet line appearing on Jack’s cheek. The sound of bone hitting bone echoed in the brig, sickeningly loud. The dagger was knocked out of Jeo's hands, sliding out of the cell and stopping directly in front of Jisungs, but Jisung barely registered the opportunity presented to him. Instead, he watched in horror as Jack’s teeth then flew, landing with a wet plop on the floor. The younger’s knuckles were raw and bloody, but he didn’t stop.

Each blow was a release, a purging of emotions he’d kept bottled up for too long. Jack’s screams were muffled, gurgling, a sound that made Jisung’s stomach churn, bile rising in his throat. Despite losing his biggest advantage, Jeo still had the old man pinned in a matter of minutes, his fist now drawn back, ready to strike again.

Jisung should've stepped in. Should've done something. But he didn't. He didn't even scramble for the dagger as he should've given his current circumstances. He just stood there and watched as Jeo slammed his fist into Jack's face. Again. And again. And again.

Blood splattered against the wooden floor. Jack's head jerked to the side, his lip split wide open, one eye already swelling shut. And still, Jeo didn't stop. There was no technique in his blows—just raw, unfiltered rage. Years of restraint and pent-up guilt snapped in an instant, unravelling into something ugly and desperate.

Jisung felt it. That darkness. The shame. The guilt. That festering emotion that came with sexual desire and the fact that gender didn't matter to him. He'd felt it all before himself. He knew that look in Jeo's eyes, felt it in the need to hurt, to break.

The sound of boots clattering down the stairs made Jisung's heart leap.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Chan and Binni rushed into the brig, their post-drinking grins vanishing the second they saw Jeo poised to murder the man beneath him.

Chan darted forward, grabbing Jack and shoving him against the wall, while Binni hooked his arms around Jeo's torso, pulling him backwards.

"Breathe, Jeo," Binni commanded, dragging him out of the cell. "Breathe. Settle down."

Jeo struggled for a second, his chest heaving, before finally going limp in Binni's grasp.

Jack groaned, coughing up blood, and spit in Jeo's direction. "Fucking brat."

Chan's gaze darkened, and without hesitation, he shoved the bottom of his boot into Jack’s stomach, sending the man hurling into the stone wall, where he crumpled on the floor, motionless.

Silence hung heavy in the brig, save for Jeo's ragged breathing.

Binni exhaled sharply and steered Jeo towards the staircase. "Come on, kid. Let's get you some air."

Chan watched them go before he turned to Jisung, his expression dark. He didn't say a word as he walked towards where Jeo's dagger had landed right outside the bars of Jisung's cell, still untouched. It wasn't until he picked it up, wiped the blade clean with the fabric of his shirt and sheathed it into an empty scabbard at his waist did he finally speak up.

"What the hell happened?" His voice was deep, rumbling, full of command and authority. Jisung flinched involuntarily at his tone.

Jisung hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "The old man ran his mouth. Said something he shouldn't have."

Chan narrowed his eyes, making Jisung feel like a tiny bug being watched under a magnifying glass. "What exactly did he say?"

Jisung swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the words pressing against his tongue. He glanced toward the stairs where Binni had disappeared with Jeo. He knew better than to blurt out something so personal—so dangerous.

"He—uh—he made some comments about your Captain. Provoked your crewmate," Jisung admitted, choosing his words carefully. "Pushed him too far."

Chan didn't move, didn't speak. He just studied Jisung with a look that made his skin itch. Then, after what felt like forever, Chan let out a slow breath and shook his head. "Can I trust you not to mention whatever he said to anyone else?"

Jisung's eyes widened in surprise.

Did the rest of the crew know of Jeo's feelings?

"How did you—"

"It's not a new subject. Only a select few of us know of his... feelings, but he refuses to mention it to anyone else. Doesn't want the others to look at him any differently; as if we ever could for something so minor."

Jisung swallowed roughly before Chan continued on.

"Still, can I trust you not to say anything else to anyone? I know it's a big ask for a prisoner like you."

Jisung was quick to respond.

"I wouldn't." he cleared his throat. "I won't. I swear."

Chan's sharp gaze lingered on him before his eyes flickered down to the space outside Jisung's cell, where the dagger had once laid.

"You had ample time to grab that," he muttered. "Plenty of opportunity to make a run for it. But you didn't. Why?"

Jisung tensed. He couldn't tell Chan the real reason—not without breaking the only rule you had given him when you brought him onto this god-forsaken ship. No one would hear about your past unless he wanted another blade to his throat. He needed an excuse.

"Nowhere to go," he lied with a casual shrug. "Your crew's got eyes everywhere. I'd be caught before I even made it up the steps."

Chan hummed, unconvinced. He tilted his head slightly, watching Jisung a moment longer before something flickered across his face. "I know you from somewhere. You seem familiar to me."

Jisung's breath hitched. "Do I?"

Chan opened his mouth to say more, but heavy footsteps interrupted him. A presence, commanding and unmistakable, loomed beyond the doorway.

Then, you arrived.

Lino followed closely behind, his sharp eyes immediately landing on Jisung with thinly veiled annoyance. You, however, looked past him, your gaze sweeping the brig until it landed on Marrow Jack's crumpled form.

"What the hell happened?" you demanded, tone all business. Jisung didn't miss the way your hair sported a messy, bedridden look to it, and his stomach churned with jealousy, though he remained quiet while Chan stepped forward.

He watched as Chan bent to whisper the situation into your ear, as if what happened was a secret of some sort. Jisung watched the way your eyes darkened at the news, the way fury etched itself across your face, the murderous smirk that curled up the corners of your lips. He barely recognized you.

"Did he now?" Your gaze flickered to Marrow Jack, who groaned on the floor, barely conscious. A slow, deadly smirk curled at your lips, making the hairs on the back of Jisung's neck stand up in terror. "Lino,"

Lino stepped forward at your command, reaching into his coat and producing a small dagger. Jisung stiffened as you entered the old mans cell and knelt beside Jack, your fingers ghosting over his bruised jaw.

"You made a mistake tonight, Jack," you murmured. "Several actually. First you get into a scuffle with Binni after refusing to leave me alone, and now you’re provoking my crewmates? That’s not very nice of you. But don't worry. I'll make sure you understand the consequences of your actions."

Jack let out a weak chuckle, blood dripping down his chin. "What—you gonna kill me?" he rasped. "Go ahead. Won't be the first time someone tried."

Your smirk widened, and Jisung's stomach continued to churn and twist at the sight before him. "Oh, I intend to. But I promise, it won't be quick."

You took the dagger from Lino and pressed the cold steel beneath Jack's chin, tilting his head back. Jisung watched, unable to look away, the feeling of nausea boiling in his abdomen. This was no longer you. This wasn't the girl he grew up with. This wasn't the woman he fell in love with and left behind. This was a warrior, someone who had witnessed too much death and faced too much destruction to ever fully recover from. And this wasn't a simple execution—this was a message.

Marrow Jack had signed his death warrant the moment he pissed Jeo off, and now he was about to pay the price.

Jisung swallowed hard. He had seen you angry, furious even, but this was different. He'd never seen you raise a hand to harm another being before in your life.

This wasn't you.

And for the first time since stepping foot onto this ship, Jisung felt true fear.

The first slivers of dawn had yet to touch the horizon, but you were still wide awake, submerged in steaming water that did little to wash away the weight in your chest. The dim candlelight flickered along the damp wooden walls of the small private bathing room attached to your sleeping quarters, casting long, wavering shadows that mimicked the ghost of Marrow Jack’s final moments. The scent of sandalwood and salt clung to the humid air, an attempt at drowning out the metallic tang of blood that still lingered in your senses, a phantom taste on your tongue.

Lino sat beside the tub, sleeves rolled up, quietly wringing out a cloth that was dying the water pink. The muscles in his forearms flexed with each motion, veins catching in the low light. He had been tending to you in silence, his usual smirk absent, replaced by something softer, something almost tender. He ran the warm cloth over your shoulder, cleaning the dried streaks of crimson that had settled there. His fingers, deft and experienced, traced gently over the bruises that had begun to form, his touch lingering slightly longer than necessary, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You know,” he started, voice light but deliberate. “I’m starting to think we should get a designated murder room installed below deck. Save us the trouble of using that old storage bunker every time.”

You exhaled sharply, a laugh threatening to bubble despite yourself. “A murder room?”

“Yeah. Somewhere more… soundproof. Less drafty.” He tilted his head, pretending to think. “And maybe closer to the bathing quarters. Would’ve saved me from having to peel you out of those blood-soaked clothes and carry you here.”

You shot him a look, but the ghost of a smile played at your lips. “I walked here on my own just fine, thank you.”

“Sure, Cap.” Lino drawled, dipping the cloth into the water again. “You were so steady on your feet that you almost face-planted into the second-floor railing.”

You leaned your head back against the rim of the brass tub, closing your eyes. The water sloshed softly as you shifted, its warmth doing little to ease the knots in your muscles.

“I didn’t want them to see,” you said quietly. Lino hummed, rubbing slow circles along your arms with the cloth.

“I know.”

You didn’t have to elaborate for him. You knew he already understood with just those six words. No one needed to witness the carnage, the way Marrow Jack had screamed until his voice gave out, the sickening crunch of bone beneath yours and Lino’s fists, the way his body had twitched before going completely limp.

The old storage bunker at the furthest end of the ship had been the best place for it. Isolated. Out of sight. Not that there had been much of a body left to discard when the two of you finished. By the time you and Lino hauled what remained of Jack above deck and overboard, the tides had taken him without questions, swallowing the evidence of your wrath as though he never existed at all. You doubt anyone in Cliffpoint would notice or care for his absence.

“It wasn’t just for Jeo,” you found yourself admitting after a moment of silence. You don’t know why you felt the need to explain yourself, Lino almost always understood you, and in those rare moments when he didn’t, he didn’t ask for an explanation. Maybe it was just because you were trying to convince yourself that what had transpired in the last few hours was the right call. You never usually lose your cool like that, but when someone threatens the livelihood of your crewmembers, your vision always turns red.

“I mean, it was. Nobody should attack and beat down another person's being like that for the sake of personal enjoyment. I can’t imagine how Jeo would’ve felt if his secret got out. But there’s more to it.”

You turned towards Lino and stared into his dark brown eyes, searching for the judgement you knew you’d never find but still feared anyways. His eyes only shone back at you like you held the world, hanging onto every single word you spoke with mock casualness.

“I’ve been wound so tight ever since Jisung made his appearance back in my life again, and it was too much. Violence is all I know. It’s the only way I could let it all out.”

Lino made a snorting sound that replicated offence at that last statement, shaking his head as he ran his fingers through your damp hair. “My body isn’t enough to help you relax, so you resort to murder? That’s preposterous.”

You smirked, tilting your head slightly to glance back at him again. “You’re good Lino, but you’re not that good.” You teased.

Lino chuckled, his breath warm as he leaned in against the shell of your ear, the cloth in his hand momentarily forgotten. “That so, hmm? Sounds like I need to remind you what I’m capable of.”

He leaned in closer again, fingers sliding down the length of your spine, pressing into your tense muscles. A shiver ran down the length of your body that had nothing to do with the cool breeze flowing in from under the door. Heat pooled in your belly. He was intoxicating. The way he touched you, the slow, deliberate drag of his hands over bare skin. The intimacy was familiar, easy, a dance you had performed a hundred times over, but this was different. Tonight, it was something deeper, something more than just bodies seeking comfort.

You sighed, allowing yourself to sink into his touch, allowing yourself this moment of indulgence before the weight of your responsibilities came crashing back down. What those responsibilities were, you had no clue, because the moment Lino’s lips found purchase at the spot beneath your ear, your mind went blank.

You shifted in the tub, subtly trying to pull him closer, to guide his hands towards the fastenings of his shirt.

Enough with the cleaning, you thought, a flicker of impatience crossing your features. It’s time for something else.

The warmth of his breath, the subtle scent of his skin, the gentle pressure of his lips —it was a sensory overload that washed away the lingering tension, the phantom weight of the dagger, the ghost of Jack’s rough skin.

You didn’t care if you were still sore from the way Lino had handled you earlier in the night before Binni interrupted, banging on your bedroom doors while screaming something about an emergency and that you were needed in the brig. You didn’t care, you just needed him again.

But Lino, with gentle firmness, pulled away, his eyes meeting yo  urs with a knowing glint.

“Patience, Y/n,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent another shiver down your spine. “There’s still a bit of... evidence to remove.”

A sigh of playful disappointment escaped your lips. “Spoilsport,” you muttered, but a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.

“He made quite a mess,” Lino then murmured as he dipped the cloth into the water again, his voice low and even, a rumble that vibrated against your nerve endings.

A flicker of amusement danced in the depths of your eyes, which in turn, made Lino’s smile widen. “He had it coming.”

“Indeed.” Lino’s touch was feather-light. His fingers lingered on the curve of your neck. “Though I confess, I was surprised by Jeo’s…enthusiasm.”

“He’s been bottling it up for too long,” your gaze drifted to the flickering candle on the nearby table, the dancing shadows casting an ethereal glow.

Everyone has their breaking point.

“Everyone has their breaking point.” You whispered aloud into the brief silence. Lino paused, his fingers on the nape of your neck, sending a wave of warmth through you.

“And yours, Captain? Where is it?”

You turned your head, meeting his gaze. His eyes, dark and knowing, held a silent challenge now. He knew you all too well. Too much to ever find it.

“Somewhere you’ll never find it, Lino.” A playful smirk tugged at the corners of your mouth again.

Lino raised an eyebrow, a silent challenge. “Oh, is that so?” He moved to rinse the cloth again, the warm water swirling around you, the gentle lapping a soothing rhythm in the quiet of the room.

“Mmh-hmm. I prefer to keep some mysteries about myself.” You said, your voice husky, turning back to the tub. “Besides, you’re far too good at unravelling them.”

A soft chuckle escaped Lino’s lips, a warm breath back against your ear. He couldn’t stay away even if he tried. “Perhaps. But some mysteries are worth the pursuit.” He began to wash your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp, sending waves of relaxation through you. “Especially those that are…particularly enticing.”

The scent of your shampoo, a blend of lavender and rosemary, filled your senses, mingling with the steam and the lingering scent of sandalwood. You closed your eyes, surrendering yourself to the sensation, the gentle pressure of his fingers. “You have a way with words, Mr. Lee.”

“Only with you, Captain.” His voice dropped to a whisper, his breath ghosting across your ear, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. “Only with you.”

A charged silence fell between the two of you, broken only by the gentle lapping of the water, and the soft crackle of the candles flame. Your heart pounded against your ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoed the growing tension in the room.

He knew how to touch you, how to make you forget everything but the moment. And even though you guys had indulged in each other countless times before, he was still able to make you fly like it was the first time all over again.

“You know,” you said, your voice a playful challenge. “I’ve always found you to be rather…presumptuous.”

“Presumptuous?” Lino’s fingers stilled. “Or merely… confident?”

“There’s a fine line between the two.” You tilted your head up, your eyes meeting his. “And you, Lino, have a habit of blurring it.”

He leaned closer again, and the scent of him, a mixture of salt and something uniquely Lino, filled your senses. He was always such a tease. “Perhaps I enjoy walking that line.”

Your breath hitched, a sudden sharp intake of breath as he drew closer, his lips hovering above yours, close enough to feel his breath in your mouth, but far enough away to leave you wanting more. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the silent promise of something more, something dangerous. “And if I were to... push you off?” you whispered.

“I trust you’d catch me.” Lino’s eyes darkened, his gaze locking with yours, a silent promise in their depths. “Or fall with me.”

The air crackled with unspoken desire, a palpable tension that made your skin tingle with delight. You reached up, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, the rough stubble grazing beneath your fingertips.

“You always were a fool for risks.”

“Only for the right ones.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours ever so slightly. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through you. “And you, Captain, are the greatest risk of all.”

Before you could let out a snort and tell him he was being too cheesy for your liking, his lips met yours in a searing, desperate kiss that completely stole the breath from your lungs. It was a kiss that spoke of trust, of passion, of a connection that ran deeper than words could express, a silent language you both understood.

Lino’s hands moved to your shoulders, pulling you closer, and deepening the kiss. His hands tangled in your damp hair, your fingers raked through his, your body arching against him, the warmth of the water forgotten in the heat of the moment. The world outside the room faded away, leaving only the two of you. The faint tang of blood, the lingering violence, the prisoner still sitting below deck much to your dismay, they were all washed away by the intensity of his skin on yours.

It took no time at all to rile him up with the feeling of your tongue against his. Within minutes of you two kissing each other, holding each other, devouring each other in a desperate attempt to gain the upper hand, Lino had pulled you further out of the water, his arms wrapping around your torso, squeezing at the skin before it even left the confines of the tub. His hands searched your naked body as he pulled you to your feet, his lips never leaving yours even while he bent his knees slightly and sunk his palms into the skin of your thighs, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his clothed waist.

You wasted no time rubbing your naked heat against the fabric of his shirt, the buttons of his pants, the bulge of his cock that stood at full attention from the feel of your body on his. Anything to help the burning need in your abdomen.  You didn’t care if you were getting his clothes wet with your desperate juices or from the water of your bath, and Lino didn’t seem to care either. Your actions only seemed to egg him on.

A loud cry fell from your mouth as Lino suddenly rocked his hips upwards, shoving the tip of his shaft so roughly into your core that he almost entered you regardless of him still being fully clothed. He did so again, smirking against your mouth when you moaned another time. You then took a moment to swing your hips forward so his cockhead hit your precious little nub that was begging for friction. A whine escaped your mouth this time as you repeated that action again, and again, and again.

“Lino, please,” you cried against swollen lips, your hands pulling at his hair so roughly in an attempt to ground yourself. Lino licked into your open mouth and pushed you against the wall of the private room. He let out a low, sexy growl before attaching his lips to your neck, where he licked and sucked and bit you without mercy. He was still rocking his hips at a slow pace, prodding his fully clothed hard-on against your dripping core. The sounds you let out were like music to his ears, and it only encouraged him to continue.

“You like when I play with you like this, Y/n?” he all but growled into the silence of the humid room. “You like it when I toy with your sanity like this, hmm?”

His words sent heat shooting through your body, the wooden wall digging into your back so deliciously that you had to lean your head back and try to catch a breath before you passed out. Your hips were moving on their own accord, grinding against Lino’s in a dance that had you seeing stars, and he wasn’t even inside you yet.

You clutched onto his shoulders, that pool of lava in your belly finally erupting into scorching hot bliss as you prepared to cum all over his trousers. But before the volcano could erupt, Lino stopped his ministrations, stopped his movements, held you still so you couldn’t move another inch. He ripped the orgasm away from you so swiftly you almost came regardless at the loss of contact.

“You really think I’d let you go that easily, Cap?” he snarled in your ear like an animal on the brink of control. His eyes had darkened to blackness, eyelids hooded with lust and cheeks flushed with arousal as he pulled away from you and stared at you in wonder.

You smirked at the devilish look in his eyes, revelling in the dominating way he was watching you, observing you, picking you apart at the seams with just one glance.

“I think after the night we just had, you’d at least go a little easy on me,” you countered as you tried to move your hips against his despite the strong grip he had on your waist. Lino let out a low, dark chuckle.

“Have I ever been known to go easy?” he questioned with a raise of his brow. The look on his face was so dark, so domineering, so sexy, that you found yourself melting into a puddle.

“No,” you breathed out, voice raspy and desperate.

“So what makes you think I’ll go easy on you now, hmm?”

Before you could say another word, Lino pulled away from the wall, keeping you upright and firm in his hold, and pushed open the door to enter your sleeping quarters again. You expected him to throw you on the bed like a ragdoll just like he had done so many times before, but instead, he barely made it three feet before he was setting you on the closest piece of furniture, which was a low wooden cabinet meant to serve as a wardrobe.

The second your bottom hit the surface, Lino was on his knees with his face between your thighs, his large, veiny hands holding your legs apart while his nose bumped your sensitive clit. You let out another whine at the feeling of his breath hot on your pussy. Your hands found their way into his already knotted hair, trying to pull him into you with a desperation so deep you could feel it in your bones.

“Please, Lino,” you said again, repeating the same yearning cry from before. “Please.”

Lino smirked up at you through his eyelashes, rubbing his nose in the delicate hairs surrounding your hole. His nose caught onto your clit several more times, eliciting another cry from you. You were so sensitive it was painful.

“Beg for me one more time, Baby,” he demanded, his voice gravelly. You wasted no time obeying him, begging him to just do something before you exploded. With one last chuckle at your pathetic state, Lino laid his tongue flat against your pussy and applied all the pressure he could muster.

A sigh of relief left your system at the feeling of his hot, wet tongue on your body. Your hips jumped forward, chasing the feeling you loved so much. The feeling of him completely ripping you away from reality. He licked, and licked, and licked some more, not bothering to come up for air. He breathed in through his nose, driving his tongue into your slit, fucking you with the urgency of a man who hadn’t had water in days.

And when you felt the tips of his fingers prodding at your entrance, tickling your nub with the lightest of touches, you finally exploded on his tongue. You came all over his face, your essence dripping down his chin. You felt him smile against you before he inserted two fingers, not giving you a moment to rest.

He removed his tongue and stared up at you like you were his night sky, his fingers dragging in and out of your tight hole as quickly as his tongue had worked you. His thumb reached up to rub your puffy clit again, and you felt yourself screaming from deep within. You didn’t give a single shit in that moment if the world woke up to the sound of you. He was making you feel way too good to stop and consider anything else.

Lino then maneuvered himself to a standing position, his fingers still deep in your cunt, before he pressed his body against you, his mouth at your ear.

“You feel that? You feel how deep my fingers are?” he rasped, nibbling your earlobe as his fingers picked up their pace, drilling into you so deep you could practically feel them in your throat. Another orgasm was quickly building up, and you had no choice but to let it come, despite the oversensitivity that already had you shaking.  “That’s going to be my cock soon, driving you to the brink of insanity. Going to shove this cock s’deep into your little cunt, you’ll have no choice but to let me engrain myself into your entire being.”

If his fingers weren’t already driving you to pass out from the pleasure, his words would’ve done the trick all their own. The whines and moans and pleads spilling from your lips were delicious, and Lino swallowed them up like it was his last day alive.

“I’m going to fuck you so deep, Captain, you’ll have to carve me out if you ever want me to leave. And I promise, I won’t make it easy on you.”

With that last sentence leaving his mouth followed by a low whine, Lino pulled his fingers out in one swift motion before he slammed his cock into you, rocking your body into the wall at your back as you came all over him a second time. You didn’t even realize he had taken his trousers off. And again, he didn’t give you a seconds break. As if you wanted one, though. You always loved the way he completely tore you apart without a care.

“Ohmyfuckinggod.” You cried, your arm coming up to wrap around his neck, to pull his face closer to yours, to attached your lips to his in a dirty, messy kiss.

Your tongues battled for the upper hand as Linos arms hooked themselves under you legs and he hoisted them up, driving himself into you at an angle so deep and so delicious it took everything in you not to pass out from the pressure.

“Gon’ fucking cum soon, baby.” Lino gasped as he glanced down to watch the way he entered you over and over again. The way your pussy swallowed him whole with no restraint.

“You’re so fucking good t’me Cap. Letting me in this pussy any time I want. This pussy is so perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”

You felt your entire body soar from his praise, his use of the word ‘baby’, the way he spoke your title like it was hottest and dirtiest title you could’ve been given. You loved the power you had over him, and the power he had over you. He always made you feel like you were standing on the edge of the world.

Right now, though, you were teetering dangerously on that edge, your body threatening to tumble to its end if he didn’t make you cum again soon, and another desperate cry was all the encouragement Lino needed.

Without warning, Lino pulled out of you, dropped to his knees, and shoved his mouth back onto your abused hole, licking you to your ultimate demise. The groan that left his mouth, that vibrated against your heat, sending waves of shock up your spine, told you he was coming too, most likely into his trousers like a filthy teenage boy.

And that was the final straw you needed to cum one last time, the blinding white light of pure bliss taking over your vision and making you feel like you were floating on clouds. Lino drank you up, grinning against your sensitive skin as you gave him more and more of yourself. Your breathing was erratic, chest rising and falling to a beat so fast you felt like you’d been running for miles.

After what felt like an eternity, your vision cleared, and you found Lino once again standing in front of you, his dark eyes softer now, steady and patient as he waited for you to come back to him.

Your breath was still uneven, your body still trembling in the aftermath, but his presence—solid, unwavering—was a tether to reality. He reached out, brushing the damp, tangled strands of hair away from your face, his fingers gentle against your heated skin. Then, with a tenderness that nearly undid you, he pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead.

It was so soft, so sweet —so drastically different from the way he had just unraveled you—that it almost felt unreal.

“Bedtime?” he murmured, his voice dipping into something familiar, something safe.

You managed a small nod, your heavy lids fluttering closed as exhaustion pulled at you. Lino chuckled under his breath, kissing your forehead once more before carrying you to the bed. He laid you down and slipped away, the absence of his warmth made you shiver slightly, but before you could reach for him, he returned, a damp cloth in hand.

He moved with quiet care, wiping away the remnants of your shared pleasure, his touch reverent, as if memorizing the curve of your body all over again. When he finished, he discarded the cloth and joined you beneath the blankets, gathering you into his arms without hesitation.

Wrapped in his warmth, your head resting against his chest, you felt the steady rise and fall of his breath. His fingers traced absentminded patterns along your spine, lulling you into the haze of sleep.

“Sleep, Captain,” he murmured, voice drowsy. “I’ve got you.”

Safe, secure, and impossibly warm, you let yourself sink into the darkness, held firmly in the arms of the only other person—aside from him—who could ever make you feel this way.

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• The Blackened Heart • Part Four

A Han Jisung Mini Series

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Genre: Pirate SKZ

Pairing: PirateThief!Jisung x Female Captain Reader x Ex-Bandit Lino

Summary: When Y/N, Captain of the Blackened Heart, gets offered a large sum of money to deliver a thief to the Jarl of Serpent Point, she and her crew greedily accept. But while spending time with the familiar thief during their long journey back home, she realizes just how important human connection can be, even for a pirate.

Warnings: Swearing. Jealousy. Suggestive themes. Mentions of blood and a bar fight. Mentions/depictions of a sexual predator. Low-key soft Lino. Drinking. Drunk reader. Flirty Reader x Lino (lord help me).

Let me know if I missed any!

** The author may have left out some warnings to create an element of surprise with certain topics in/throughout this chapter. Reader discretion is advised. **

Word Count: 8.7k

Enjoy!!

You stomped back up the staircase from which you entered, leaving Jisung behind without another word. The winding stairs that brought you back up to the ships deck creaked under each heavy foot step you took, but you barely paid the old wooden planks any attention. You were too pissed off to even care about the possibility of falling through the surface—something you'd have to get Seungmo and Jeo to look at later on.

When you finally emerged back outside, the cool evening air had swept in from over the water, drying the sweat that was sticking to your hot skin. Lino was by your side in an instant, taking in the angry look on your face and small trace of Jisung's blood on the thigh of your trousers. Even through the dim light emitting from the docks many lamp posts, you could see his face was etched into a look of concern, his hands reaching up to pull the dagger out of yours. You didn't even realize you still had it in your tight grip.

"Everything okay?" Lino's voice soothed away the heavy pounding of your heart that rang through your ears. He brushed the matted hair away from your forehead and neck with one hand, sheathing the dagger carefully with the other as he searched your face for answers.

You took a few deep breaths, reveling in the fresh, crisp air, willing yourself to breath normally. You also hadn't noticed the way your heartbeat had accelerated to a pace equivalent to someone deep in battle.

All because that bastard opened his damn mouth.

"Y/n, what happened?" Lino asked once he noticed your fists now clenched at your sides. He reached down with tentative hands and unfurled your fists, revealing the small indents and droplets of blood in your left palm from where you dug your nails in so hard.

It was a bad habit you were trying to quit, and you'd been doing well these last few months at sea, but when your emotions hit the extremes, it was hard to fight the urge to do so. The pain was an outlet to stop yourself from hurting those around you, and Lino understood that, but that didn't mean he enjoyed watching you hurt yourself.

"He recognizes me." you replied through gritted teeth, jaw clenched so hard it was beginning to hurt. Your eyes were trained on a barrel across the deck, toppled over on its side. You didn't dare look Lino's way. If you did, you'd break.

"That doesn't surprise me," Lino spoke softly, earning himself a hard glare. The second he met your gaze, you felt yourself beginning to settle, the tension in your shoulders subsiding just enough to let the tears of anger sneak in past your defenses. They sat at your waterline, waiting for the perfect time to drop, and you'd be damned if you'd ever let them.

Pirates didn't cry.

"I've spend the last six years of my life rebranding myself and changing everything about me as a human being so he wouldn't recognize me." you glowered, blinking rapidly to keep your traitorous emotions at bay. Lino sent another soft smile your way as he took hold of the end of his white shirt and ripped a strip of the fabric off, pressing it to your bloody palm. You hissed at the stinging sensation.

"You guys spent your entire childhood together. I'd be surprised if he didn't recognize you." Lino wrapped the fabric around your palm a couple of times before tying it in a knot across the back of your hand. When you raised an eyebrow at his actions, he just smiled at you. "Don't want that getting infected now, do we?"

The corners of your mouth tilted upwards against their will.

"It's a small cut, Lino, not a knife wound. I'm sure not even Yongbokki needs to tend to it." you assured him. He was still holding your hand in his grasp and you did nothing to pull it away from him.

"I'm not taking any chances with you, Cap. I don't need you dying on us from some freak disease and leaving me in charge in your absence. I'm not cut out for commanding a ship."

You raised your brow once more, the smile on your face turning playful and cheeky.

"Oh, is that right? And who said anything about you running the ship when I die? Surely, you're not that moronic."

You reached up to ruffle Lino's hair, but he caught your wrist mid-way, his gaze darkening at your words. His smile morphed into one of those signature smirks that always made your knees wobble, and before you could react, his free hand wrapped itself around your waist before pulling you tight against his rigid body.

"You questioning my intelligence?" he growled playfully, his dark eyes piercing through you. It was amazing how easily he was able to pull you from your own dark thoughts and brighten your mood with just a few simple actions and words. He truly was a wonderful guard to have at your side.

You smirked up at him, not even bothering to attempt to escape his strong, warm hold. You were quite comfortable within it.

"Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it, Bandit?" you challenged in a whisper. Lino's face then dropped dangerously close to yours, his lips hovering over yours, barely a breaths-width apart, the sparkle in his eyes flickering mischeviously.

"You weren't questioning my intelligence the other night while I was ravishing you for dessert," he stated matter-of-factly. You watched his gaze shift from your eyes, down to your lips, and back again. You felt a pool of heat gather in your lower belly, a tingling sensation in your spine as you replayed that night over in your head.

You were just about to tilt your chin upwards the small amount you'd need to in order to connect your lips with his when the door across the way from you slammed opened, causing the two of you to jump away from each other like you'd been burned. You felt like a teenager again getting caught by your mother.

"You guys are about as subtle as a fireworks show," Chan grumbled as he stepped out from the supplies room with Binni and Jeo in tow. "You have your own personal quarters for this shit, Cap. Use it."

If his tone wasn't so playful and joking, you would've sent him to clean the toilets for the rest of the night for speaking to you like that. Instead, you just sent him a playful glare as you smoothed the fabric of your shirt and trousers down, trying to regain your composure.

The anger from your encounter with Jisung had left your system the second Lino pulled you into him, but you were now left struggling with the aftermath of his flirtatious behavior, and you tried to hide the blush rushing to your cheeks.

Everyone knew of your not-so-relationship relationship with Lino, but that didn't mean you two were comfortable with flaunting it around the crew. Your intimacy with Lino was saved for behind closed doors only. No one needed to see any of it.

Not to mention the number of crew members who were happily married but missing their partners back home. You didn't want to rub the relationship in their faces.

Bin was the next to tease the two of you, his grin wide as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. His eyes flickered between you and Lino with so much amusement it took everything in you not to huck a rock at his head.

"I mean, really, you could at least try to pretend you're not completely obsessed with each other. It's getting embarrassing for the rest of us."

Chan smirked from beside him, rubbing his jaw as he leaned against the doorframe. "You say that as if Lino hasn't been making heart eyes at the Captain since we pulled him out of the sea. If anything, it should be us he's obsessing over."

Before either you or Lino could get a remark in, Jeo let out an exaggerated groan, his eyes rolling dramatically.

"Ugh, I just finishing eating. Can you two cut it out before my dinner makes a reappearance all over the deck?"

Lino scoffed, but you caught the way his lips twitched in amusement at their teasing. "Says the man who clings to Seungmo like a lost puppy the second he's in sight."

Jeo gasped in mock offence, placing a hand over his chest dramatically. "I would never!"

"Mhhmm. Tell that to the rest of us who had to endure your whining when he went ashore without you last time." Bin shot back, shaking his head.

You let their bickering continue for a moment before sighing and glancing around the deck. Something felt off. Usually, when some of your most trusted crew members began to bicker, the others would magically appear out of thin air to join in. The lack of presence from the other three had you growing concerned. You furrowed your brows and turned towards Lino.

"Speaking of, where are the others?"

"Night market," Chan replied when Lino shrugged his shoulders cluelessly. "Yongbok went to grab fresh supplies, Seungmo was looking for another gift to bring home for Millie—you know how he gets—and Jin's probably still talking his way into the latest cartography gossip with the other sailors in port."

You huffed a quiet, relieved laugh, shaking your head at the way Jeo's mouth deepened into a frown at the news, no doubt upset that Seungmo had once again left the ship without him. Case in point. The two of them were so attached at the hip, you'd think they were involved in more ways than one if it weren't for Seungmo's wife waiting for him back in Eagle's Bay.

Though it wasn't unusual for those three to get caught up in town affairs; Yongbok had a sharp eye for quality ingredients and often refused to use anything less than perfect for the meals he cooked for the crew, while Seungmo had a soft spot for his wife and often spent hours picking out the perfect trinket for her in all the places they travelled to. And Jin? Well, he could talk for hours with other boatswains, mapping out potential trade routes and hidden dangers along the way.

"They should be back soon," Chan added, glancing towards where the night market was bustling about just beyond the docks. "The market seems to be dying down for the evening."

"Good," you answered, crossing your arms. "I want everyone back before I make any announcements."

At that, Lino reached into the sack he always kept tightly strapped to him and pulled out a long metal whistle, presenting it to you with a question in his eyes. You nodded at his silent question, to which he smiled and blew into the contraption.

You had no doubt in what Chan had said, they would be back soon, but Yongbok always had a tendency to get distracted by pretty things. It was as endearing as ever, but could also be a pain in times of need.

The sharp, piercing sound cut through the night air, carrying out over the docks. You knew it would be heard even above the usual bustling noise of portside life. It was a unique sound—one your crew had been trained to recognize. Normally used for retreats in times of despair, it had also become just as effective at rounding up your scattered crewmates when necessary.

"Won't be long now," Bin muttered, stretching his arms over his head. "Nothing gets them moving faster than that damn whistle. Well, except maybe the promise of rum."

It wasn't long before the familiar sound of boots hitting the gangplank caught your attention.

"Speak of the devils," Bin laughed, nodding towards the returning figures of Seungmo, Yongbok and Jin.

Yongbok was the first to step onto the deck, a wide grin on his face as he adjusted the heavy sack slung over his shoulder.

"You would not believe the deal I got on all these," he said, excitement evident in his voice. "The vendor wanted to overcharge me, but I worked my charm and got them all at half price!"

"No one cares, Bokki." Seungmo teased. "They probably took one look at your wooden leg and felt sorry for you," His words earned him a playful glare and a punch to the arm by the blue-haired pirate himself. Seungmo just laughed maniacally and pulled a wrapped parcel out from where it was tucked safely beneath his arm. His eyes light up with satisfaction.

"What really matters is that I found the perfect gift for Millie."

Jin appeared last, followed by a few of your common sailors, shaking his head with a knowing smile. "And I got some new map updates and news of interesting ports we could hit on the way back to Serpent Point. Not the most reliable sources, but it's a start."

You let your crew mingle together for a while longer. Jeo rushed to Seungmo's side to check out the new souvenir for Millie, while Bin and Chan went to help Yongbok haul the bag of supplies downstairs to the cooking and dining quarters. Jin came to stand next to you, showing you the new additions to his map, which he displayed proudly. You gave him a soft, encouraging smile and squeezed his bicep in appreciation for his efforts.

"Alright, Captain," Bin had spoke minutes later as he, Chan and Yongbok returned from below deck. "You gon' tell us why we're pulling everyone back in so early? We're not under attack, are we?" he joked.

You sent him a smirk and crossed your arms over your chest. "No, we're not under attack Bin. I'm gathering everyone to let you all know we're gonna stay in port for another night or two. I figured we could all use some relaxation before we set out again."

At the news, the crew whooped and began to cheer. Seungmo perked up like a puppy being told he was a good boy.

"You mean—"

"We're going to the tavern." you confirmed cooly, cutting him off before he could get too excited.

Another chorus of cheers erupted from the crew, a few of them already talking amongst themselves about how much coin they had to spend, what drinks they'd order first, and, in Jeo's case, how many people he could charm into buying him a drink instead.

Chan chuckled at the crowds enthusiasm, shaking his head. "I assume you're footing the bill for this one, Cap?"

You let out a snort. "I'm generous, but I'm not that generous. You're all paying for your own damn drinks."

More playful grumbles followed, but no one was actually complaining. A night off in a city like this, with good drinks and warm food, was more than enough to lift everyone's spirits.

Then, a voice piped up from the side. "Who's keeping watch over the prisoner?"

It was one of your sailors, Hwa, his brothers in arms, Woo, hanging off his shoulder like he was already drunk. Both of them looked uneasy, worried that you'd stick them to keep watch and have them miss out on the night of fun.

"I'll do it," Lino piped up immediately, his expression unreadable.

You glanced at him searching his face for any sign of hesitation, but you found none. You knew he offered before on the journey back to the ship, but you didn't think he was serious.

"You sure?" you asked.

Lino nodded. "I wouldn't pass up a chance to get into that bastard's head." He tilted his head slightly, his voice lowering so only you could hear. "Besides, I think he and I have some unfinished business."

You didn't doubt it, based on the way Jisung had pissed you off earlier. Still, you weren't about to let Lino sit in the brig all night without a break.

"Fine," you relented. "But someone needs to relieve you later. I want you at the tavern, at least for one drink."

"I can take over," Chan offered, rolling his shoulders out. "Give me an hour or two to enjoy myself first then I'll be back."

Lino nodded. "Deal."

With everything settled, you turned back to the crew. "Finish up any last-minute duties you have and meet me back here when you're done. We leave in thirty."

Excited chatter resumed as everyone scattered to handle their final preparations. You exhaled slowly, watching them go, your gaze lingering on Lino as he adjusted the blade at his hip. He caught your stare and grinned, his voice low enough again for only you to hear.

"Don't worry Cap. I'll be gentle with him."

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the way your stomach twisted at the promise hidden beneath his words. You resisted the urge to remind him not to be and settled for a more pressing matter.

"Do me a favor?" You knew you didn't need to ask—you never needed to ask with Lino—but you did anyways to calm the feeling in your stomach.

"Always," Lino responded with no hesitation.

"See if you can get Foucher's ring once you're down there. If he doesn't have it, we can't leave port until we get it back."

Lino nodded obediently, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before disappearing through the door to the dining center.

You let out a loud exhale, the sigh falling from your lips in exhaustion.

A night of drinking was exactly what you needed after today.

And if Jisung ended up getting his ass verbally handed to him by Lino?

Well, that was just an added bonus.

The Tortoise and the Hare was already alive with sounds of drunken laughter, clinking mugs, and the occasional out-of-tune shanty by the time you and the lot of your crew arrived. The air was thick with the scent of spiced rum, roasted meat, and a faint haze of pipe smoke that hung above the other patrons like a low fog.

The moment you stepped through the doors, your crew fanned out, each member drawn to whatever vice they favored most. Binni and Jeo beelined it for the bar where Binni waved down the barkeep and Jeo flirted with a couple of females in an attempt to get a free drink from them. Yongbok, still flushed from the night market, was drawn into a conversation with a few dockworkers, no doubt exchanging cooking tips and culinary secrets. Seungmo, ever the observer, lingered against a column near the entrance with a sly grin on his lips, and Jin disappeared to a table of veteran sailors, unfurling his piece of parchment as he pressed them for information about the changing tides and shifting coastlines over a mug of ale.

And you? You allowed yourself, for once, to ease into the revelry,

Chan, standing by your side in Lino's obvious absence, nudged your shoulder with his.

"I don't think I've ever seen you looking so relaxed, Cap. Not since the two of us wiped out those bandits in Eastwood Rock back a few years ago. It's kinda nice," he joked. "You've been nothing but tense since we met with Foucher."

You smirked back at him, head tilting in his direction.

"Don't get used to it," you teased.

Chan laughed and raised a mug in salute before taking a long sip. You did the same, the burn of the rum warming your throat and settling in your bones like a familiar embrace. It had been too long since you let yourself simply enjoy a night like this, and for once, there were no pressing worries—no fights to break up, no battles to plan, no annoying prisoners to deal with.

Just you and your crew, celebrating another day survived.

You couldn't deny the ache of Lino's absence by your side, but you pushed it away and took another long gulp before wandering further into the building.

You wandered forward into the room, greeting patrons and cityfolk alike with a raise of your mug. Some of the locals, recognizing you as the Captain of your infamous ship, gave you respectful nods. There were a few looks of curiosity sent your way, perhaps wondering if you were here for business or leisure, but they quickly returned to their own conversations. After a long stretch of hard sailing, you had learned to enjoy these simple interactions.

Chan followed behind you, his heavy boots thudding lightly against the polished wooden floors as you made your way towards a long wooden table near the back of the room. Seungmo joined you shortly after, grabbing his own drink from the bar and slinking into the chair across from you. The mischievous glint in his eyes told you he had something up his sleeve, and you tensed lightly.

"Up for a game, Cap?" he asked, holding up a stack of playing cards he must've swiped from the barkeep when you weren't looking.

Chan let out a satisfied laugh from beside you when he caught sight of the deck.

"You're either a brave man or a stupid one," he teased, taking a playful sip from his mug. "Remember the last time you challenged Y/N to a game of Knucklebones? You nearly lost half your coins in one round."

Seungmo's grin widened, unfazed by the teasing. He shuffled the deck three separate times with a practiced flick of his wrist and leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the idea of making you and Chan uncomfortable with the impeding challenge. "I guess I'm just lucky our Captain generously let me keep it all anyways."

You raised an eyebrow, your competitive edge resurfacing like a familiar friend.

"Lucky, huh?" You leaned forward, eyeing him seriously. "Well, I suppose this time you might get lucky again... or not."

Chan chuckled as Seungmo dealt the cards out between the three of you. "Alright, alright, don't act all tough now. It's just a game. But if you lose again, Seungmo, I'm holding you to your promise to buy us all drinks next time we're in port."

"Deal," Seungmo grinned, and you could already see the twinkle in his eye—he was enjoying this far too much.

The game went on for a few rounds with plenty of laughter and trash talk between the three of you. The alcohol loosened everyone's inhibitions as your cards grew bolder and the banter more playful. Seungmo took the lead early on, but you kept a cool head, your eyes darting between your hand and his, calculating your next move like a seasoned strategist.

By the time the game was nearing its break. Chan leaned back with a satisfied grin, already three mugs of ale deep. His face flushed from the alcohol, and his usual sharpness was softened by the warmth of the evening. "I have to say, it's good to see you finally relax, Cap. Not that I mind you being the fierce Captain we all know and respect, but tonight... it's nice to have you here with us, not just in charge."

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words, the sincerity behind them grounding you in the moment. You raised a mug in appreciation, nodding slightly, though you didn't say anything in return. It felt...good to have moments like this with your crew. They had come to mean so much more to you than you'd ever expected, and nights like these made you appreciate their existence all the more.

The evening then soon bled into one of unbridled joy. After enough drinks, Binni—always the instigator—clapped his hands together, gathering everyones attention before he shouted, "Alright! Enough sitting around! Who's up for a dance?"

A chorus of cheer erupted, and before you could protest, you were being pulled toward the open space in the center of the tavern where others were already dancing to the face-paced rhythm of a fiddle. Chan chuckled beside you, offering you his hand.

"Up for a dance, Y/n?" he teased. "I'm no ex-bandit-turned-personal-guard, but I'm sure I could keep up all the same."

You sent him a knowing smirk and placed your hand in his.

"Just don't step on my toes, Quartermaster."

The moment you stepped into the fray, your body moved on instinct. The music pulsed through the wooden floorboard, the crowd clapped to the beat, and the laughter echoed all around. The dance was wild and reckless, hands reaching for partners. Chan twirled you around with an easy grin, and you let yourself fall into the rhythm, heart pounding, not from battle or rage, but something far lighter.

At one point, you found yourself dancing with Yongbok, whose face was flushed from both the alcohol and sheer excitement.

"I didn't know you could dance so well, Cap!" he laughed, twirling you around before switching you off to another partner.

Jeo and Seungmo danced together at some point near the table, attempting to outdo each other's footwork, which ended with them both tripping over themselves and landing in a pile of drunken laughter. Binni was in the thick of it all, leading a few of the tavern women in an impromptu jig, his booming, infectious laughter drowning out even the music.

And for a while, everything was perfect.

It wasn't until you stepped away for a moment, breathless and flushed, that trouble found you.

A heavy hand landed on your waist.

Too firm.

Too aggressive.

And entirely unfamiliar.

You stiffened at the presence of someone close behind you, their hot breath on your neck. Your fingers twitched towards your weapon as you cautiously turned in their hold, your muscles tightening with discomfort.

The man was older, his grizzled beard soaked with ale, teeth yellowing and breath reeking of cheap liquor. His grip lingered as he leaned in closer to your face, his lips curling into something that made your stomach turn.

"Didn't know pirates could be so pretty," he slurred, fingers tightening against your side. "How about you let me show you a real good time, sweetheart?"

You wrenched yourself away from his grasp, your pulse spiking.

"Not interested," you stated coldly, stepping away from him.

He didn't seem to get the hint.

"Oh, come on now," he coaxed, reaching for you again. "Don't be like that."

Your hand immediately went to where your dagger sat in its scabbard, preparing for danger when another hand clamped around the mans wrist—hard.

Binni.

His grip was a vice, eyes dark with barely contained anger.

"You heard the lady," he said, his voice dangerously low compared to the laughter he emitted not five minutes prior. "She said she's not interested."

All around you, the tavern went silent.

The man yanked his arm back with a drunken sneer.

"And who the hell are you supposed to be? Her guard dog?"

Binni let out a humorless chuckle, one that had the hairs on the back of your neck standing up warily.

"No, you should be glad I'm not him. You'd already be dead where you're standing if I was. I'm just a friend who's going to break your damn jaw if you don't back the hell off. Now." Binni shot back, stepping closer to the man. His tone was dark, eluding danger, and goosebumps raised along your arms. You've never seen this side of Binni before. He was a wall of fury, muscles tense, fists clenched at his sides. The entire crew was on edge now, all eyes trained on the unfolding scene.

The older man, a fool he was, scoffed, but before he could utter another word, whispers rippled through the crowd around you from the other patrons that filled the building.

"That's Marrow Jack.... heard he's got a reputation."

"I heard he's taken girls from the docks before—ones that never come back."

"Sick bastard. He should've been hanged years ago."

The old man, either too stupid or too drunk to realize the mistakes he was making, let out a low sneer, ignoring the gossip that was being passed around him like a wildfire.

"Ain't no way in hell you're telling me to back off. I swear, I outta—"

His sentence was cut short by the sound of Binni's fist connecting with his jaw.

The punch landed hard, sending him crashing into a table, tankards and plates toppling to the floor. The tavern erupted into chaos then, patrons cheering and jeering, some calling for more violence while others scrambled to get out of the way.

A few of Marrow Jack's sailor friends looked ready to step in as Binni landed punch after punch, but Jin was at Binni's side in a heartbeat, cracking his neck with a slow, deliberate smile. "Anyone else looking to get thrown across the room tonight?"

The friends quickly reconsidered.

The tavern keeper then stormed over, face red with anger as her small, brittle frame approached Binni and Jin. "Get the hell out of my tavern!" she screamed, jabbing Binni in the chest with her bony finger. Another male, presumably a trusted ally of the keeper, yanked Binni by the collar of his shirt and dragged him towards the door.

Binni didn't resist. He had always been respectful to those who respected him. He let himself be hauled outside, shaking out his bruised fist with a deep exhale. The rest of the crew lingered around the table, tension still thick in the air.

You swallowed thickly before taking a deep breath, addressing the crew and cityfolk around you with practiced ease.

"It's alright everyone. Go back to your evening. Shows over."

Everyone grumbled and groaned before returning to their conversations from before the fight. Some of the other patrons sent you and your men hard glares, while others just shook their heads and ordered another round of drinks to their tables.

Jeo then leaned towards you from where he was standing behind Seungmo's sitting figure, his voice low.

"Want us to take care of him?"

He wasn't talking about Binni.

You eyed the disgusting older man, who was laying on the floor in a heap of pain and blood. Nobody paid him any mind as they continued on with their evenings, which said a great deal about who he was as a person. Even his trusted sailor friends didn't bother lifting a finger to help, they just cowered at their corner table, avoiding the stares and glares from others around them.

You thought to yourself as you eyed him. You could let it go—chalk it up to another drunkard getting exactly what he deserved. But then the whispers of the other patrons from earlier haunted your mind.

He's got a reputation.

I heard he's taken girls from the docks before.

One's that never come back.

Sick bastard should've been hanged years ago.

Something twisted in your gut at the idea of letting him walk free.

"Take him to the ship," you ordered quietly without a second thought. "Lock him up below deck. I'll deal with him personally in the morning."

Jeo grinned, reaching across the table to clap you on the shoulder. "Aye, Cap."

As he and Seungmo got up to drag Marrow Jack out of the tavern, you followed behind, leaving the others to settle the crowd of onlookers and finish with their nights as they pleased. You found Binni leaning against a nearby lamp post, taking deep breaths as he wiped at his bloodied knuckles with the fabric of his tan coat.

"You good?" you asked as you approached him.

Binni exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulder out.

"Yeah. I just needed to hit something." he admitted. "Been a while since I've let off some steam."

You smirked at him as you took his hand in yours to examine the extent of his wounds more carefully. It was nothing Yongbok couldn't get cleaned up and back to new by morning, though the few matching now-bloodied gold rings that decorated his thick fingers told you Marrow Jack was probably in a lot more pain than Binni was.

"And do you feel better?" you questioned. Binni pulled his hand from your hold and stretched out his wrist and fingers, trying to alleviate some of the tension in them.

"A little," he looked at you then with a small smile. He waited until your eyes met his again before continuing. "Sorry if I made a mess of things back there."

You watched the way his cheeks flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. His strong jawline, subtly pronounced cheekbones and warm piercing eyes gave him a naturally sculpted look, adding to his intense and charismatic presence. He was a naturally handsome gentleman, and you appreciated the way he stood up for you like one.

You shook your head at his apologies a moment later.

"You did exactly what you were supposed to do. Thank you, Bin."

Binni grinned at you with a sincere smile. "I'm glad to hear it." He then stretched his arms over his head before patting you on the shoulder. "Think I'm gon' go walk it off before I punch someone else. Don't go getting into any more trouble without me."

You laughed. "No promises, Big Guy. Don't go punching anymore people in my absence."

"No promises,"

As Binni disappeared down the street, you turned back to Seungmo and Jeo as they kept their grip firm on the restrained man, who was still too dazed to fight back.

"Let's get him back to the ship," you muttered, waving Seungmo off to go back inside and join the others. You and Jeo smiled at each other before adjusting the grip you both had on the mans ragged clothing before you pushed forward, retreating back to your beloved ship.

And with that, the night of drinking and revelry ended, the weight of reality settling once more over your shoulders.

The ship had been silent for so long that Jisung was almost convinced he'd been abandoned. He strained his ears, listening for any signs of movement on the floors above him, but only the occasional groan of the ships wooden frame sounded in response. Unease settled into his bones. Surely, you and your crew weren't foolish enough to leave a prisoner alone for hours on end, he thought to himself. And yet, the silence stretched on, suffocating and unnatural.

Cristoff—no, Chan, as you now called him—had told him earlier, just as he was being locked away, that the crew was eager to set sail, that you were impatient to deliver him back to the execution that waited for him back home. If that was the case, why was the ship still docked in Cliffpoint? He could feel it in his gut; the ship hadn't moved an inch.

A thousand possibilities raced through his mind, each more intense than the previous. Had you and your men left for town, indulging in the raucous nightlife Cliffpoint Hollow was infamous for? Were the lot of you simply just retired in for the night, getting a good nights rest before beginning the voyage ahead? Or was it something more sinister, like an unseen force invading the ship, slaughtering you and your crew in eerie silence?

Briefly, Jisung entertained the idea of escaping. He could do it—he'd done more with less. But then what? He wasn't ready to leave. Not yet. Not when your presence was so close.

The reunion had been nothing short of disastrous, but he had found you. That was more than he ever could have hoped for.

He shifted uncomfortably on the creaky old cot, staring at the damp wooden ceiling. Yongbok had at least seen fit to tend to his wounds before retreating, offering soft apologies as he re-bound Jisung's arms, muttering "Captains orders." The knots weren't as cruel as those of the Queens guards, and whether that was intentional or not, Jisung wasn't sure. Regardless, he had more freedom now, a small mercy in an otherwise dire situation.

He should have been planning. Thinking of an exit. But instead, his mind kept wandering back to you.

The sound of the door at the top of the stairs opening was the first sign of life he'd heard in hours. Jisung startled, eyes snapping towards the dimly lit staircase. The quiet creak of the floorboards followed as slow, deliberate footsteps descended into the hold.

Lino.

The man was eerily calm as he stepped into view from the shadows, an apple clutched in one hand, a stack of parchment tucked under his arm. Jisung tensed as Lino took a loud, exaggerated bite of the fruit, the crunch echoing in the stillness of the brig. He didn't say a word. Just chewed, watching.

Jisungs skin prickled under the weight of that unreadable gaze.

"What?" he snapped after a silent moment, voice a pitch too high, betraying his unease. He squared his shoulders the best he could in his restraints, feigning confidence, but Lino's expression remained unimpressed.

The dangerous looking man simply cocked his head much like a feline would while toying with it's prey, lips curling ever so slightly. Then, without a word, he strolled over to the stool outside the cell and dropped onto it, stretching out like he had all the time in the world. The parchment settled in his lap, and from behind his ear, he produced a pen, twirling it in his fingers before setting to work.

Jisung's irritation flared as he watched Lino, his every movement frustratingly casual. The furrow of his brows, the silent concentration, the way his scarred face remained impassive—it was like he had completely dismissed Jisung's existence.

For several long moments, neither of them spoke.

Jisung hated the silence.

"You know," Lino finally murmured, not looking up from his sheet. "where I'm from, it's considered rude to stare for no reason."

Jisung flinched, heat rising to his face.

"Sorry," he murmured an apology he didn't mean. Lino huffed a quiet chuckle, the amusement in his tone evident.

"I know I'm a rather attractive individual," he mused, still not glancing up. "but I prefer the opposite gender."

Jisung scoffed, turning his head to glare at him.

"Believe me, I'm not interested." He ground out through clenched teeth. Lino only shrugged, the smirk flickering across his lips almost too quickly to catch.

"Could've fooled me."

Jisung grit his teeth. He had never met someone so aggravating before.

Instead of egging the man on, his gaze silently fell to the parchment in Lino's lap. The crumpled, dirt-smudged paper was covered in an array of letters—seemingly random, forming a chaotic grid. But as Lino circled a word in black ink, the pattern suddenly became clear.

A puzzle.

Jisung blinked. "What is this?" he asked, unable to mask his curiosity.

Lino didn't answer. He just kept scanning the page, crossing out another word, finding it in the grid and circling it. Jisung leaned closer, watching the letters shift into meaning before his eyes. It was mesmerizing.

He had to admit, for a moment, he forgot where he was. Forgot the danger he was in. Forgot that the man in front of him was no ordinary bandit.

"Oh, come on." Jisung muttered, huffing when Lino continued to ignore him. "You're really not going to say a single word all night?"

A long sigh left Lino as he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, jaw clenching. "I don't care for meddling in the lives of prisoners," he said flatly. "Nor do I care to try."

Lino paused, then smirked. It was a cruel, knowing expression that sent a slow wave of unease through Jisung's chest. He leaned back, the dim lantern light catching on the jagged scar across his face. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet but razor-sharp.

"In six months time, your head will be on a chopping block," he stated. "And I'll be the one left to pick up the rest of the pieces of the heart you already broke."

The words cut deep—deeper than Jisung cared to admit. His breath hitched, but he clenched his jaw, forcing his hands into fists to keep them from shaking violently.

But one thing stood out to him.

"So she does still talk about me."

Lino let out a dry, humorless chuckle, shaking his head. "Fuck no. The only reason you're still breathing is because the coin for this job is too good to pass up."

Jisung guffawed at Lino's words, though it lacked his usual bravado.

"Oh please, Y/n has never been one to care much for gold."

Lino's amusement flickered into something darker, his lips pressing into a firm line. His gaze lifted then, dark and piercing, the kind of stare that made men feel small.

Jisung definitely felt small.

"Then you don't know her as well as you think," he snapped.

Jisung bristled. That wasn't true. He knew you. Knew the softness of your touch, the fire in your heart, the way your voice trembled when you whispered secrets into his skin. He had held you, kissed you, loved you.

You had loved him, too.

Didn't you?

"You think you do?" Lino's voiced dragged Jisung from his thoughts, sharp and demanding. His eyes bore into him, searching for a crack in his confidence.

Jisung met his stare, refusing to falter.

"I spent years by her side, loving her."

Lino's lips curled up again, and this time, when he spoke, his voice was so low, almost a whisper, yet it hit Jisung like a hammer to his ribs.

"And yet," the bandit whispered in an amused tone. "my name is the one she moans when she's all alone in bed."

The words sent a shockwave through Jisung's body, his breath escaping in a sharp exhale. The air in the room suddenly felt suffocating, thick with rage and something else—something ugly and painful. His fingers twitched at his sides.

Jisung's blood then began to boil.

"You know," Jisung ground out, his voice trembling with barely restrained fury. "I could escape his cell and kill you in an instant."

The words dripped with a newfound venom, his hands curling into tight fists. His body was coiled, tense, ready to snap. A silent threat simmered between them, thickening the air like an oncoming storm.

And then—Lino laughed.

Not a scoff, not a chuckle—he actually laughed. Deep and rich, like Jisung had just told him the best joke he'd ever heard.

"You?" Lino sputtered, shaking his head as he leaned forward, elbows resting lazily on his knees. His stack of puzzles had been discarded on the small table next to him, momentarily forgotten along with the pen and apple core. "Oh, I'd love to see you try."

The flickering lantern light caught the harsh ridge of his scar once more, casting a shadow across his cheek. The darkness clung to him, coiling around the edges of his smirk, making him look even more dangerous than he already was. He tilted his head slightly like a predator ready to strike.

"Surely, you know who I am."

Something about the way he said it sent an icy ripple down Jisung's spine. He pulse quickened, a strange mix of unease and reluctant recognition creeping in.

Then it hit him. The pieces fell into place, snapping together with brutal clarity.

His breath caught.

He swallowed hard.

He knew he recognized him from somewhere.

"...Lino Lee," the name felt heavier now, laced with the weight of infamy. His voice dropped, barely above a whisper. "Son of the most notorious bandit in all of Fatewatch."

Lino's smirk deepened, but he said nothing.

He didn't need to.

Jisung's throat tightened. "You and your family have killed more people than the entire Assassin's Guild combined."

A slow blink.

A single, dilberate nod.

"That's right." Lino's voice was deceptively casual, but there was something lethal behind the surface. "So go ahead—try and escape." his posture remained lazy like he wasn't the slightest bit concerned, but his eyes told a different story. Cold. Calculating. Waiting.

"You won't make it past the threshold of your cell."

Jisung stood for a moment, muscles rigid, teeth clenched. His mind raced, weighing his options. He hated it. Hated that Lino had the upper hand. Hated the way his own body betrayed him, his instincts screaming at him to back down.

Finally, he exhaled sharply through his nose, stepping back. His pride burned like acid in his throat, but he swallowed it down anyways.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Lino grinned, satisfied. "That's what I thought."

Jisung lowered himself onto the cot again, slow and controlled, but his gaze never left Lino's. It burned sharp with defiance and something else—something darker.

He let the silence stretch between them before he finally spoke again.

"Because with Y/n as your Captain," he murmured, voice quieter now, more steady. "I'm exactly where I need to be."

The two of them continued to stare at each other for another menacing moment or two, each male challenging the other to look away first. Lino was the first one to do so, much to Jisung's surprise, though the man didn't look the least bit fazed at what Jisung had said about you.

"That's cute," Lino had said with a sadistic smile, leaning back carelessly on the back legs of the stool he sat on. "Like a dog content to sit at their masters feet, licking the scraps." His head tilted, a mocking grin on his lips. "Tell me, Jisung, do you fetch on command too?"

Jisung's jaw clenched tighter, so hard he was scared his teeth would break, but he didn't bite. He forced a slow inhale, reigning in the heat rising in his chest.

Lino's smirk didn't waver. "I have to say, I expected more fight from you." His gaze flickered downward, assessing. "Yet here you are—sitting pretty in a cell like you belong in one."

Jisung exhaled through his nose in a snort. "And here you are," he shot back. "meddling in the lives of prisoners against your earlier statement."

Lino chuckled darkly. "Alright then," He responded dryly. "Let's get back on track. Let's talk about Foucher's ring."

Jisung stilled. His stomach tightened, but his expression didn't waver.

"Ring?" he blinked, tilting his head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Lino let out a slow breath, as if summoning patience. "Don't insult my intelligence, Jisung." His voice was quieter now, his usual edge tempered with something more lethal. He spoke Jisungs name with a tone of disgust, hatred. "Seventeenth century gold, embedded with diamonds and rubies alike. Ring a bell?"

Jisung scoffed, feigning amusement to hide his unease. "Sounds expensive."

"Oh, it is." Lino stood from his spot on the stool and took a slow step forward. "Expensive means it's important. And Foucher wants it back badly enough to send us all the way here to collect you." Another step. "So I'll ask again. Where. Is. It?"

Jisung didn't move.

"Even if I had it, what makes you think I'd tell you?"

Lino smiled, but the humor didn't reach his eyes. "Because I don't take well to liars, Jisung." His voice soft now, a blade against the skin. "And I'm running out of patience with you."

Jisung held his gaze, unwavering. "That sounds like a personal problem."

Lino exhaled through his nose, jaw tightening again. "Are you really going to play dumb with me?"

"I'm not really sure what you want me to say."

Lino's fingers twitched at his sides, the daggers on his hips sparkling in the dim light. "Y/N doesn't like being lied to either." His tone was deliberate, pressing, cutting into soft spots. "How do you think she'll react when I tell her you're keeping secrets?"

Jisung's fingers curled into fists, nails once again digging into the skin of his palm. The ring in question sat safely tucked away in the seam of his coat, where the stitching had worn loose—hidden, protected. He could feel the weight of it, a burning presence against his ribs. But he wouldn't give it up. He needed to be the one to give it to you, personally, alone. He feared he wouldn't survive otherwise.

Lino studied him, eyes piercing, suspicion creeping in.

Jisung exhaled slowly, willing his racing heartbeat to settle. "Tell her whatever you want," he grit out, feigning indifference. "I've got nothing to hide."

Lino's nostrils flared.

"You're full of shit." he accused. Jisung smirked in response, seemingly finally have gained an upper hand.

"You're just mad you can't prove it."

The two of them were seconds away from lunging at each other through the bars of the cell when the heavy wooden door above creaked opened, the scent of the sea flooding the room.

Jisung was surprised to see Jeo descend the staircase a second later, his easy-going demeanor undercut by the tension in his shoulders. He was dragging a foul-smelling man in behind him, lips curling in distaste.

And then.

"Fucking hell."

You.

Jisung watched as you stumbled in last, your expression caught somewhere between exhaustion and irritation. You took one look at the two of them, both standing rigid, locked in a silent battle of wills, and let out a long sigh.

"Are we interrupting something?"

Jisung felt Lino's stare finally leaving him and lock onto you. The scent of sea-salt and spiced rum rolled in with you, wrapping around Jisung like a ghost from the past. He stiffened as you stumbled to the side, your presence like a storm just barely contained within the frame of your swaying body. You were drunk—drunker than he'd seen you in a long time. That realization twisted something inside him.

Jeo made quick work of dragging the old man toward the neighboring cell, shoving him forward with little care. The man let out a grunt as he hit the damp stone wall, dried blood smearing his face. He groaned when the iron bars clanged shut behind him.

"Fucking pirates," he slurred. "No respect for their elders."

"You're lucky you're still breathing," Jeo muttered, locking the door with a sharp click!

Jisung barely heard them. His focus was on you still—the way you rubbed at your temples, fingers pressing into your skin as if that alone would silence the hum of intoxication in your veins. He watched the way your gaze finally lifted, settling not on him, but on Lino, as if out of instinct. Like finding his presence even while lost in the alcohol was as natural to you as breathing. It made him sick.

"Alright," you murmured, your voice lazy, indulgent. "What's this all about?"

Lino crossed his arms, posture unwavering. "He doesn't have the ring. Or so he says."

Your eyes flickered, unreadable for a beat, before a quiet hum of amusement passed over your lips. And then, to Jisungs dismay, you turned fully towards Lino, stepping closer—closer than you ever needed to. Jisung's pulse throbbed in his throat as your fingers lifted, tracing along the collar of Lino's shirt with a touch that was entirely too familiar. You tugged lightly, making Lino tilt his head towards you, and the lazy smirk you wore made Jisung's chest tighten painfully.

He knew that look.

He knew that slow, deliberate curve of your lips, the way your nails dragged along the fabric before teasing at the skin beneath. He knew the way your voice dipped, honeyed and dangerous, as you purred. "Well, that can be a problem for tomorrow."

Jisung's fingers twitched, his grip tightening over the worn fabric of his coat, pressing against the hidden weight of the ring. The warmth of the metal was searing, a silent reminder that he still had something left—something you hadn't yet taken from him. Even if it was rightfully yours.

Lino, however, barely reacted. His smirk deepened, his sharp gaze watching you like a predator amused by the game. And when your fingers trailed lower, barely grazing his now-exposed chest, tracing the pendant around his neck, Jisung though he might be sick.

"It's late," you murmured, voice smooth as silk. "We should be sleeping."

Lino tilted his chin, half-lidded eyes burning into yours. "Should we?"

"Mhmm," you hummed, shifting even closer, your body molding against Lino's like a perfect fucking puzzle piece. Jisung could hear the smile in your voice as you whispered. "But not here."

His teeth ground together.

Lino chuckled, low and knowing, finally lifting his hands to slide them along your hips. He fitted you against him, and you let him, leaning into the touch like it was second nature. And maybe it was. Maybe this wasn't the first time you'd pressed into him like that, let him hold you like that. Jisung's stomach twisted impossibly more at the thought.

"You're terrible," Lino mused, his voice dripping with amused affection.

Jisung swallowed hard. He knew that tone too. He remembered it from nights when you used to tease him, used to whisper against his lips, all sultry promises and breathless laughter. That used to be him. That used to be him with you.

You grinned, then tilted your head just enough to glance back at Jisung. Your eyes gleamed, mischief and cruelty intertwining in the depths of them.

"Am I?" you asked.

Jisung hated that way his breath caught, hated the way his pulse betrayed him, hammering loud in his ears. He hated the knowing glint in Lino's eyes as he slid his hands lower, securing you against him like he had something to prove.

"Careful, Captain," Lino drawled, his voice dropping into something smug and sultry. "You're making our guests uncomfortable."

Jisung scoffed sharply, finally tearing his gaze away, forcing himself to look anywhere but at the two of you. "You're both insufferable."

Your laughter rang through the brig, light and amused, but all Jisung heard was the echo of old memories—the sound of you laughing against his skin, your hands in his hair, your lips tracing over his throat.

He clenched his fists again, trying his best to ground himself.

Lino must've finally remembered the old bastard in the call next to Jisung's because he pulled back from you—though only slightly.

"Who's the relic?" he asked, though his grip on you never wavered.

Jeo scoffed, giving the man a disgusted glance, seemingly unbothered by the affection that suffocated the room seconds earlier. "Name's Marrow Jack. Creep tried getting handsy with the Captain." he dusted off his shirt nonchalantly. "Didn't take 'no' very well and Binni had to step in. He would've left in a body bag if Binni hadn't been thrown out."

Jisung barely heard the explanation. His thoughts were still tangled in the lingering weight of what he'd just witnessed, the reminder of everything he'd lost—and the fact that you seemed to revel in shoving it in his face.

Lino's expression darkened at Jeo's words, his fingers flexing at your sides before he turned back to you. "You planning on keeping them, then?"

You hummed, tracing your finger along the shell of his ear in a drunken haze, entirely too at ease. "Haven't decided yet. Apparently he's not a town favorite, so maybe. Maybe I'll kill him come morning. Who knows."

Jisung looked away, breathing through the nausea curling in his stomach.

Lino just exhaled, glancing at Jeo. "You good for watch duty?"

Jeo stretched, rolling his shoulders before moving to retrieve the stack of parchment that had been long forgotten. "Aye, I'll handle it from here."

You grinned. "Thank you Jeo." your fingers curved around Lino's wrist, tugging him towards the staircase. "Then you're dismissed for the night, Li."

Lino turned as you reached the bottom of the staircase, his grin cocky and teasing. His gaze locked with Jisung's one last time, sharp and victorious.

"I'll be seeing you, sweetheart."

Jisung held his stare, unflinching, but his hands remained balled into fists at his sides.

Then, with one final smirk, Lino let you pull him away, the heavy door slamming shut behind you once you disappeared up the stairs.

Silence settled over the brig.

Jeo sighed, sitting down on the stool where Lino once sat, paper and pen in hand. "Guess it's just us now."

From his cell, Marrow Jack chuckled lowly.

Jisung barely heard either of them. His fingers curled tighter around his coat, pressing against the hidden weight within.

The ring was still there.

Hidden. Safe.

For now.

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Shoulda Been Me

Paring: Idol!Roommate Han Jisung/FemReader

Genre: smut 18+ MDNI/ kinda angsty

Summary: When an on-and-off sexual relationship with Minho takes a turn, your roommate Jisung decides he's had enough.

Note: A smut collab with @inkandtension love ya😘

💜✨Warnings below the cut✨💜

Warnings: slight angst, unprotected sex, oral sex (F Receiving), cussing, asshole Minho, nipple play, hickeys, making out, dry humping

The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows of your shared apartment, catching the flecks of dust floating lazily in the air. You sat curled up on the couch, a book in hand, though your eyes skimmed over the words without absorbing them. The feeling in your chest—a mix of loneliness and quiet yearning—had been gnawing at you all day.

Jisung, your roommate, emerged from his room, headphones slung around his neck and a notepad in his hand. His unruly hair and slightly disheveled appearance betrayed hours spent hunched over his desk, working on his latest track. He looked up and grinned when he saw you.

"Still on that same page, huh?" he teased, plopping down on the couch next to you.

You smiled faintly, closing the book. "Yeah, I guess I’m a little distracted."

Jisung tilted his head, studying you. His voice softened. "What’s going on? You seem... off."

"It’s nothing," you said quickly, not wanting to drag him into your mess.

Jisung didn’t press, though the way his gaze lingered told you he wasn’t convinced. Instead, he nudged your arm playfully. "Alright, but don’t forget—ramen night tonight. I’m making my specialty."

You laughed softly. "Your specialty is adding a slice of cheese."

"Exactly. A masterpiece," he said, grinning.

His lightheartedness eased some of the weight in your chest, but it didn’t completely go away. Later, when your phone buzzed with a message from Minho, your heart sank and soared at the same time.

Come over, it read.

The words were as blunt as always. No greeting, no questions about your day—just an order. You stared at the screen for a moment, debating whether to reply. Against your better judgment, you found yourself grabbing your bag.

"Heading out?" Jisung asked as you slipped on your shoes.

"Yeah," you muttered.

"Minho?" he guessed, his tone carefully neutral.

You nodded, avoiding his eyes. Jisung didn’t say anything, but you caught the way his expression hardened slightly before he looked away.

Minho’s apartment was cold, both in temperature and atmosphere. He greeted you at the door with a nod, barely making eye contact.

It was the same routine as always—no small talk, no warmth. You sat awkwardly on the edge of his couch while he disappeared into his room for a moment.

"Come on," he said when he returned, gesturing for you to follow.

And you did.

**

"I don’t think I can keep doing this," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Minho glanced at you, frowning. "What are you talking about?"

"This... whatever this is. I want more, Minho."

He scoffed, sitting up. "I told you from the start I’m not looking for anything serious. You knew what this was."

Your chest tightened. "I thought maybe..." You paused, tears welling in your eyes. "I thought you’d change your mind."

Minho sighed, running a hand through his hair. "This is exactly why I don’t do relationships. You’re too sensitive. If you can’t handle it, maybe we should stop."

His words stung like a slap. You blinked back tears, sitting up. "You’re right. Maybe we should."

"Fine," he said, grabbing his jacket. "I’m going out. Let yourself out."

You stayed in his bed for a moment, feeling a mix of anger and heartbreak. Then you pulled yourself together and left, your mind clouded with regret and humiliation.

The apartment was unusually quiet when you stepped inside, the door clicking softly behind you. Your hands trembled as you clutched your bag, your face streaked with tears that refused to stop falling. You felt like a raw nerve, your confrontation with Minho replaying in your mind like a broken record.

You barely made it to the couch before your legs gave out, your body curling into itself as the sobs you’d been holding back finally escaped. You buried your face in your hands, the ache in your chest threatening to consume you entirely.

"Y/N?"

You froze at the sound of Jisung’s voice, your breath hitching. You hadn’t even heard his door open. When you glanced up, he was standing in the hallway, his expression shifting from confusion to immediate concern.

"What happened?" he asked, hurrying over to kneel in front of you.

You shook your head, trying to brush it off. "It’s nothing, Jisung. I’m fine."

"Fine?" he echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief. "You’re crying on the couch in the middle of the night, and you want me to believe you’re fine?"

You looked away, your fingers clutching at the fabric of your jeans. He was too close, his gaze too intense.

"Y/N," he said softly, his hand resting gently on your knee. "Talk to me. Please."

Something in his voice broke the dam inside you. The words spilled out in a messy, tear-filled confession—everything about your arrangement with Minho, how he treated you, how you felt used and unseen. How you’d hoped things would change but had finally realized they wouldn’t.

By the time you finished, your voice was hoarse, and Jisung’s expression was a mix of fury and heartbreak. He let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair as he stood.

“Too sensitive? Is he for real? He’s the insensitive bit-“ he stopped, his voice low but shaking with emotion. "He treated you like that? And you just... let him?"

You flinched at his words, but he softened immediately, crouching down again to meet your eyes. "No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just... God, Y/N, you deserve so much better than this."

You sniffled, wiping at your eyes. "It’s not like I had other options, Jisung. I thought... I don’t know what I thought."

He stared at you for a long moment, his jaw tightening. Then, with a surprising steadiness, he said, "If you needed a good fuck, why didn’t you come to me? At least I’d treat you the way you deserve."

Your head snapped up, your eyes wide. "What?"

"I’m serious," he said, his tone firm yet gentle, though tinged with something heartbreakingly sad. "I’ve been right here, Y/N. And I would never—never—make you feel like this. You deserve someone who sees you, who cares about you. Someone who actually listens."

You stared at him, speechless. There was something in his eyes—something raw and unguarded—that made your heart skip a beat.

"Jisung..."

He stepped closer, his hands finding your shoulders as he leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek. His fingers slid gently over the curve of your shoulder, trailing up to caress the side of your head, his thumb brushing your temple with a tenderness that made your chest ache.

"Darlin’," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, yet heavy with emotion. His forehead rested against yours for a fleeting moment, his other hand cupping your jaw as though afraid you might pull away. "Let me take care of you, just once. Please. Let me show you what it’s supposed to feel like."

His hands lingered on your face, warm and steady, cradling you with a care that felt out of place for him. His thumbs brushed your cheeks, his touch soft, almost hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if you’d let him stay there. His tone was quiet, carrying just the faintest tremor, and his eyes stayed fixed on yours, searching for something he didn’t say.

All your adrenaline surged through you at once and maybe what happened next was inevitable, with the way he stared into your soul and his comment earlier that went straight to your core, you kissed your roommate.

You hoped it wasn't a mistake, you didn't want to lose what you already had with Jisung but you were so needy. His fervent kiss slowly took you away from the corner of the couch you were crying in and made you feel something you never felt before.

His kisses were slow and his movements were all carefully thought of, putting a hand in yours and the other on the back of your head, slowly leaning into you forcing you to lay flat on the couch.

With the new angle, you could feel his erection through his pants, pressing into your leg and throbbing with each kiss.

By now if Minho was hard he'd already be ruthlessly fucking into you, stripping you naked like you were some whore he picked up off the street and treating you like a dog.

But Jisung was gentle and his thoughts completely away from himself, even if that meant he'd cum in his pants without you ever touching him.

His hand trailed down to your breast, slipping under your shirt to massage it bare, his warm soft hands making it so pleasurable.

The slow grinding of his cock into your clit made you buck up into him, his hips matching your rhythm as you both humped each other.

“This is still ok right?” he asked, stopping his movements just for a moment to look at you, eagerness filling his eyes.

“Please, don't stop” you moaned, putting your hand between the two of you to strip your shirt off.

The sight of your bare nipples sent Jisung over the moon and he couldn't stop himself from attaching his lips to one, the other being pinched between his fingers.

He swirled his tongue around your nipple making your whole body shiver. His other hand made its way to your face, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand before bringing them up to your mouth for you to suck, which you instinctually did without thought.

Moans straight from Jisung’s hard penis shot straight up to his mouth and into your nipple, the vibrations making your mind go fuzzy and your nails dig into his back.

His lick soon stopped as he trailed his kisses up to the top of your breast, rolling your skin between his teeth and sucking hard every now and then. You knew he was trying to leave a hickey and you were fine with having his mark, hoping you could flaunt it in front of Minho sometime.

“Such a pretty purple spot on you,” he said pulling his fingers out of your mouth and rubbing the spit on his hickey that sat perched just below your collarbone.

“Can you take my pants off, Please?” you asked, lifting your groin in the air so he could easily slip it off.

He delicately hooked his fingers on the waistband of your pants and slid them down to your feet so you could kick them the rest of the way off. You weren't wearing any underwear so there you were, bare and naked in front of him and he loved every minute of it, eyes darting from your wet folds to your pretty clit that was waiting for him.

He spread your legs open wider. “God you're gorgeous,” he said leaning down, his breath hitting your glistening folds. “I think I'll just,” he planted his tongue on your clit, kissing it softly. “Give you a few kisses first,” he smirked devilishly against your wet skin, spreading you open to slowly start sucking your hole.

You arched your back at the feeling, you've never had oral sex performed on you before. Obviously, you did it to Minho more times than you'd like to admit, but now you were seeing why he liked it so much.

His kissing and sucking made you forget everything about Minho, now only focusing on his lips sucking you.

You propped yourself up on your one hand, getting a better view of him covered in your slick, a particularly large string of your white essence running from his mouth to his neck.

Soon he started sucking hard on your messy folds and you couldn't help but tangle your free hand in Jisung’s messy curls, a small moan escaping his lips when you pulled a bit too hard, edging and pushing him deeper into your vagina.

He nuzzled his face deep within you, looking down at him between your legs you could tell he was just as lost as you, spit and your juices still running down his chin and he couldn't care any less.

His eyes were shut, but he knew very well what spots to suck, your folds plopping out of his mouth so he could focus on your clit.

“Fuck Jisung, please stop” you said, arching into his face. He almost jumped when he heard the words escape your lips. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he looked at you almost petrified searching for an answer.

“Did I hurt you? Are you uncomfortable? Am I not any good?” thousands of thoughts filled his mind hoping he did nothing wrong.

“No” you laughed, “I just want you in me before I orgasm, that's all.”

You sat up from where you were lying and chased him into a kiss, slowly undoing his belt as you both stood up, his hands cupping your face as he let you pull his belt out.

You could feel Jisung’s sigh of relief in the kiss as he fiddled with his pants, taking them off quickly and bringing his hands back up to your cheeks.

Jisung kissed you deeply, guiding both of you safely into his bedroom and closing the door with his foot. You layed down on the bed as you waited for Jisung to join you. He scurried over to his bedstand and got out a condom, pulling it open with his teeth and sliding it over his cock.

“Ji”

You looked at him innocently but your intentions were far from it.

“Can we try maybe without the condom?”

His eyes widened and his penis twitched as he slipped the condom off, visibly affected by the thought of being in your bare vagina.

“If that's what you want then I’ll gladly oblige, tonight's about you.”

You shook your head yes, eagerly wanting to feel his cock raw.

He tossed the condom in his small trash bin beside his bed and pumped his cock a few times, getting it lubed up so it would slide in easier.

Seeming he's already seen you naked you didn't feel shy spreading your legs open so he could stand between them. He slid his hands up your stomach and rubbed his thumbs across your soft skin “I'm gonna take care of you.”

Looking down you see his long cock in his hand, slipping it perfectly through your wet folds and in your aching hole.

The feeling of you bottoming him out left Jisung feeling fuzzy, head lulling back with a low groan.

“You take me so well y/n, fuck so tight” he said, as he started to move, putting his hands on your waist for support and pushing in. His cock fit you perfectly, not too small and not too big, unlike Minho’s.

The pain Minho brought you was far worse than any love he could have given you, physically and mentally he exhausted you. Especially towards the end, there was no way you could've loved him.

Now you just wanted to relax, fully letting yourself forget about him and focus only on Jisung. Feel his cock head drag across your spongy walls, his cute face heaving into your ear with each hard thrust.

When Jisung was about to orgasm he dug his pretty nails that were painted matte black into your skin, the stinging of him pushing deeper made it clear to you that he was there, walls fluttering around him as you felt his release fill you up.

“Fuck Ji it feels so good, don't stop please,” you said, grinding your hips into his sloppy thrusts, squelching sounds filling the room as you both rode out your high.

~

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, referring to his head that was now comfortably placed between your boobs, his arm around your torso, snuggling you tightly.

“No Ji, this is perfect” you said, placing your hand in his and playing with the now very messy tangle of curls in front of you.

Jisung let out a sigh of relief and sunk deeper into your bare skin, breathing in your soft perfume that was still lingering on your skin, a slight tinge of sweat mixed with it.

“Does this mean we can talk about us in a dating kinda way?”

“Im kinda tired right now but we can talk about us tomorrow Ji” you said, hoping you didn't hurt his feelings.

But he didn't answer, looking down his eyes were shut and his hand that once drew a small circle on your skin stopped.

He must've been more tired than he realized, you thought smiling to yourself as you too drifted off to sleep, safe in Jisung’s embrace.

[moonlightndaydreams]

I can’t. I just can’t. I hoped, but thought he wouldn’t perform it.

[moonlightndaydreams]

Fair

summary: you and felix will be together no matter where you are in the cosmos

pairing: angel felix x gn!reader

genre: fantasy au, fluff, smut-18+MDNI

word count:1.9k

warnings: unprotected sex (don’t), creampie, use of powers?, they’re it love. that’s it (rare I know)

notes: the conclusion to my angel lixie fixation. A stand alone but once more if you want to read the others I’ve written, they’re linked below!

do not copy, translate, modify, or use this work elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2025)

If you enjoyed, please comment, reblog, & like :)

divider by @strangergraphics

Your Sweet Angel | Chosen One

You awoke to bright light streaming into the room, the warm rays settling on the bed. You felt like you were floating, the blankets so soft and fluffy, enveloping you like a cloud.

You sat up and stretched, the pull on your muscles nice after lying still all night. As you sat there waking up, you heard a gentle melody drifting through the air and surrounding the small room. It was so ethereal that you felt your heart soar at the song filled with love.

You walked over to the window and gazed out to see the garden, filled with luscious greenery and beautiful flowers that were blooming as springtime has finally come. Looking around you found the source of the beautiful song, your lover who was kneeling down and inspecting the tulips.

He looked so beautiful and peaceful, surrounded by nature, his wings drifting gently in the wind. He was dressed in white silken robes, customary for angels to wear in the cosmos.

Felix is your angel, your savior, your light in the darkness. He came to you years ago and opened your heart to love, planting a seed that laid dormant for years before beginning to bloom upon his return. You returned to his home with him, wanting to spend eternity with your true love, your angel.

Smiling, you padded through the door and down the hall until you stepped outside, the warmth of the sun warming your skin. As you approached Felix, he turned to smile at you as he stood up.

“Hi my love. How did you sleep?” Felix asked as he pulled you into his embrace, his wings wrapping around your body like a blanket.

You snuggled into his chest, breathing in his scent, so soft yet strong and so him.

“Like a baby,” you sighed.

Felix hummed and continued to hold you close and rest his head on top of yours. He’s happy that you’re here with him after so many years of watching you struggle. Your happiness is his priority, has always been and if he had to break the rules of the cosmos to achieve that he will.

“Let’s take a walk,” he said as he pulled back just to grab your hand, his wings tucking into his side.

You both strolled around the garden, basking in the warm sun and listening to the birds chirping happily. You felt like the sparrows and chickadees flying around, singing their song, happy and free. Felix is your happiness, your ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.

He paused for a moment and plucked a flower, tucking the stem behind your ear, smiling as admired the beauty of both you and the flower. Gently, he brushed his fingers down your cheek, watching the flesh turn pink and warm under his touch.

As you stared at Felix, you couldn’t help but admire his freckles, numerous as the stars at night or his beautiful blond hair, framing his face perfectly. You reached for his hand again and pulled him along, wanting to continue on your walk.

“What song were you humming earlier?” You inquired, peering at his face with curiosity.

“A song that we angels have sung for centuries. It brings forth prosperity and happiness to all who are around to hear it.”

You considered his words and their meaning. It was truly a beautiful song and sounded even better with Felix singing it.

“Can you sing it for me?” You asked hopefully.

Felix smiled and opened his mouth and began to sing. His voice rang out over the garden, the melody soft and sweet, and lingering in the air, promising hope and joy. You listened intently, your body feeling light as his song landed on your skin, soaking into the deepest part of you.

You became intoxicated with his voice, warmth spreading through you settling in your core, a feeling only Felix can pull out of you. Little trickles of your arousal dripped into your panties, the cloth becoming wet and sticking to your skin.

Felix sang, projecting his voice so it echoed across the garden, the birds and insects quieting to listen to his words. He could feel the effect he had on you, smell your arousal as your body and mind succumbed to him. He felt his cock fill out within his trousers, the need to be inside you on the forefront of his mind.

The sun moved across the sky, making way for the moon who was peeking out, signaling the close of yet another day. The air became chilly, the wind wrapping around your skin icily, the little hairs sticking up on your skin. Felix noticed, his heart aching as he took in your mortal body and the effects from the cold.

He ceased singing and pulled you gently back in the direction of his home.

“Time to go back love, you’re shivering.”

You simply nodded and followed him, his pace a little faster as he was eager to get you back in the warmth of his home. You encountered no creatures on your way back, as they have retired for the night, preparing for a good nights rest. However, it is the opposite for you two, your hearts beating faster, calling out to each other as your need for each other grows stronger with each step closer to home.

Once you both are back, Felix guides you quickly into the hall, pulling you down toward the bedroom you both shared. He gently grasped your hand tighter in his as he stood in front of you.

His brown eyes gazed at your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and wide eyes twinkling in the dim lighting in the room. You looked ethereal, like an angel yourself in your white gown, the fabric clinging to your curves, and letting him see every part of you that he loves.

Your breath catches as he leans down to capture your lips with his, a kiss that’s soft just as it is sweet. You try to deepen the kiss, but Felix doesn’t allow it, instead he continues to pepper you with his soft lips, kissing you like the delicate feather that you are.

Minutes pass and you feel yourself getting hotter, your chest heaving with each breath, little flutters rippling in your belly and traveling to your core. You whimper as Felix steps away a smirk plastered on his face.

His hands reach out to brush the straps of your gown down your arms, the fabric sliding off easily with little effort until it pools on the floor, your body on display for your lover. Felix smiles and his clothes disappear, your eyes roaming his toned chest until it lands on his cock, hard and leaking all for you.

He sits down on the bed, turning you to face him as he stares at your body, taking you in. His eyes drift to your breasts, your nipples pebbled from the cold air and arousal, a beautiful dusky shade against your skin. They continue their journey down your body, taking in the soft flesh of your belly down, down until he arrives at the little mound of hair he loves so much to your dripping pussy, your folds glistening with your arousal as you stand there before him.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs as he reaches out to you and pulls you down to straddle him.

You settle over him, his cock between your folds. You don’t move, don’t breathe as you run your hands down his chest, the tips of your fingers brushing against his nipples that causes him to groan and his hips to buck into you.

“Take me love, please,” Felix breathes as he gazes at you with hooded eyes.

You swallowed thickly, your hands reaching for his length and lifting your hips up, you slowly sank down, moaning as you take him to the hilt. Felix’s hands grasp your hips and guides your movements, the feel of your walls snug around him driving him insane.

His eyes travel again, watching your breasts bounce with each movement, to your pussy taking him over and over, your slick coating him and sticking to his skin as you bounce up and down.

He closes his eyes briefly before opening them again, not wanting to miss your reactions as you fuck yourself on his cock.

“Ah, Felix…hmm,” you moan as you savor the stretch, how full you feel as you grind against him.

Pleasure spreads throughout your body, nice and warm and tingly, so much so you can barely stay quiet, as you whimper and pant Felix’s name. It’s not enough however, it’s never enough when you fuck him, your mind and body wanting to become one with your lover, so close that you’re a part of his soul.

It’s like Felix can read your mind, your desperation for him as he flips you over onto your back easily before burying himself within you once more. He pushes your legs to your chest so your legs dangle over his shoulders and rocks his hips into yours, shuddering at the feel of you, at how wet you are swallowing him whole.

“My love, my sweet love,” he cooes, grinning as you let out a yelp at how deep he his within you.

“Gonna come,” you sigh as you feel the pressure building in your core, the feeling you only get with Felix as he takes you to ecstasy.

You let go in a flurry of groans, your pussy spasming around his cock, holding him in as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Felix chuckles before pulling out just to slam back in, his high not far behind.

He’s a mess, his hips snapping into yours hard and fast, spurred on by your cries as you claw your hands down his back, fingering his feathers which cause shivers to run through him.

At a particular whine of his name, he lets go, his cum coating your walls. Felix groans as he stills against you, panting as he tries to catch his breath. He’s looks down at you, your hair spread out beautifully on the bed, your face and body coated with a sheen of sweat.

Your eyes are dilated, filled with love as you grasp his arms, your pussy clenching around his ever softening cock. As Felix withdraws, you whimper as a flood of his cum leaks out and onto the sheets below.

It doesn’t take long for Felix to clean you up and the bed as well and before you know it, you’re within his arms, your head resting on his chest as you listen to his besting heart.

“Do you want to go back to the mortal world love,” he asks hesitantly.

He knows he took you away from everything you know and love, what little there was. But he can’t help but be selfish in this moment, hoping you wish to stay with him.

You love this man…or angel. You realized this after the first time you met him. He’s been there for you throughout the years, watching over you and guiding you.

You love Felix.

You would love nothing more than to remain with him, live by his side.

“No, I want to stay with you,” you reply softly, smiling as he squeezes you in acknowledgment.

You are his, just like he is yours. Two hearts bound together through duty and fate. And together you’ll remain in the cosmos, as one.

Human and angel.

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[moonlightndaydreams]

So delicious. I want their lips on me.

🖇️📁 𝐒𝐊𝐙 … 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, do not interact if you’re under 18

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, semi-public sex, dry humping, oral (female receiving)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: ...or how skz likes to kiss you inside and outside of the bedroom! swear this was meant to be pure fluff but my finger slipped oops 😮‍💨 ngl i got kinda carried away so this is extremely nsfw - sorry, i can’t help myself when it comes to these pussy munchers 

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

his favourite past time is making out with you

so you best believe he goes all in

no way he’s half assing it

loves slow, lazy makeouts at night when he’s all tired and stressed from work, forgetting all his worries as soon as he gets your pretty lips on his

sits with you on your little worn out sofa, arm slung around the back of it to keep you tucked into his side, jaw working your mouth open

real slow and gentle with it, groaning into your mouth when you nip and sigh cutely against him - hands bunching up his shirt to pull him even closer into you

could sit with you like that for hours

and when you break away to suggest going to bed cause you both have to be up early the next day, he just chases after your swollen lips with a pout on his face, muttering ‘just five more minutes’ before shoving his tongue down your throat again

and five minutes always turns into another half hour with this guy

he just can’t get enough of you :(

FOREHEAD KISSES!!

also loves to give you little pecks on your neck and behind your ear whenever you’re cuddling

and will blow raspberries against your skin like the little shit he is

you better believe he pours every ounce of love he has for you into every little kiss

especially when he has your legs wrapped around his waist with his cock bumping into your cunt

lets out the filthiest groans and grunts into your mouth and doesn’t leave you alone for a minute, eating up all your little gasps for air

you’ll literally have to force this guy off you 

“chan honey, i can’t breathe.”

“i’m sorry 🥺 you just taste so good 🥺🥺🥺”

he’s obsessed

this guy just has to keep his mouth busy or else he’ll go insane

not able to keep his lips to himself

they’ll be attached to your tits, collarbones, neck; literally everywhere, licking and nipping at the pretty skin when you sink down painfully slow on his dick, hitting so deep inside you it knocks the wind out of you

he mostly does it to muffle his needy whimpers, strong arms arms snaking around your waist to pull you even closer to his chest, so close you’re practically one

and with every sink of his teeth in your skin and desperate hump of his hips - nudging his cock even deeper into your tight, hot cunt - has you trembling in his arms, brain cloudy and fogged and full of him

hardly able to do anything but sit pretty on his cock and take it, gasping and whining and clawing at him

until his lips are making their way back up to your neck, pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips just as you finally cream on his length, spurring a few more desperate thrusts of his own until he’s pumping you full

and your sweet little whimpers don’t even get a chance to slip past your lips before they’re being swallowed up by him

extremely gentle with you afterwards, pulling his softening cock out of your warmth and shushing your whine when his cum gushes out of you and onto your thighs

pressing a few more heated kisses against your mouth before they’re back on your chest, kissing the marks he left better

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

good luck getting this guy to kiss you in public

number one hater of pda

loves riling you up and watching as you tug on his arm to get his attention, a cute whine leaving you when he doesn’t so much as spare you a second glance

he just wants to see you beg first :(

but the second he sees a little pout thrown his way and your eyes staring up at him all needy and pretty he’s f o l d i n g

he gets so carried away too

so you won’t be able to even give him a little kiss throughout the day cause as soon as you try to walk away he’s pulling you back flush against his chest, ignoring your protests before planting his lips onto yours - hand stroking the curve of your back making you melt into him

and he loves seeing that dumb fucking look on your face when he slowly pulls away, eyes hyper focused on his lips and itching to kiss them until they’re bruised and swollen and only craving you

“if you’re gonna kiss me at least do it right.”

yeah he just can’t help himself when it comes to you

gets to the point where you’ll have to leave the house without even saying goodbye to him cause you know you’ll end up in his lap with your skirt bunched around your waist, his pretty lips working you up for the next half hour if you do

loses his mind whenever you wear lipgloss

loves the sight of your lipstick stain all over his face whenever you makeout, tasting your strawberry lipgloss on his tongue, sticky and pretty pink

he’s all over them whenever he’s stretching you out nice and good around his cock

quietens your desperate gasps of pleasure with a rough kiss, all open-mouthed and sloppy as he fucks up into you

telling you to stfu or he’ll stop

but you just can’t help yourself when he’s so big and hitting so deep 

he’ll reach down and rub his fingers against your nub as you close in around his length - panting into the kiss as you deepen it even more, tongue pushing into his mouth and lapping up his taste

king of lip biting!!

takes your bottom lip between his teeth when he feels you’re too far gone, eyes unfocused and dazed as you struggle to keep yourself grounded, hands all over his back, arms ass - anywhere you can reach

just to feel

and his little tug on your lips has you coming back to reality, cunt pulsing and hot as he slows inside of you, pulling away just to ask,

“you okay baby? sure you can take what i’m giving you? looks like you’re lost in that pretty little head yours.” and he’s sososo smug about it

you can do nothing but pull him back to your lips, just wanting him to shut up and fuck you like he means it, making him grunt into your mouth as he brings his hips back to their wild pace

likes playing with your clit when he’s inside you too, soaking his fingers up in your wetness just to bring them up to your mouth not a second later

and you just can’t stop bouncing on his cock, moaning lewdly when he shoves them between your lips, kissing and sucking on the digits in desperate need

nearly nuts right then and there when your eyes roll into the back of your head from tasting yourself, pulling them out just to replace them with his mouth - tasting your pussy on his tongue

makes his cock swell up even more 

and it won’t be long until he’s panting your insides with sticky, white ropes of cum

his mouth continuing to eat up your begs

𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

wishes kissing you all day paid a mortgage cause if it did that man would have you TORTURED 

he’s just a simple man

and he has one simple ideology

pretty lips / they’re gonna get kissed

and what is he supposed to do when you have the prettiest lips ever

just begging to be kissed

bro will have your lipgloss LICKED off you

he’s so playful with it

likes to squish your cheeks between his fingers and kiss your pouted lips over and over until you literally have to fight him off

he’s so annoying

the only form of currency this guy accepts is in the form of kisses

YOUR kisses

so if you ever want smth this guy will make you beg for it

doesn’t matter if you’re in public

this fucker gets a kick out of embarrassing you

points at his puckered lips and giggles like a little shit until you finally roll your eyes and give in

and he just can’t help himself but get so lost in the sweet taste of you that he’ll forget you’re in the middle of the fucking mall and full on making out with you

and laughs hysterically when you get scolded by a worker

such a brat istg

but how can you not possibly give him what he wants when he’s looking at you all 🥺

likes kissing you all slow and sloppy on his off days, cozied up in his bed and completely wrapped up in him - his clothes, his arms, his lips coaxing pretty sounds from you

pulls away every now and then just leave a few more tired pecks against your lips - smiling all smitten against them and pulling you even tighter into him

has to keep his lips busy or he’ll crash tf out

l i v e s for fucking you on his studio chair, sweat and gasps filling up your senses as his cock hits all those sweet spongy spots inside you - watching your head loll back and your eyes roll into the back of your skull - and what’s a man to do when the skin of your neck is looking so delicious and kissable

he’ll be groaning and grunting and muttering the most vile shit into the crook of your neck, sweet kisses being placed on your jaw as he soaks up all your sighs

loves seeing your pretty tits all marked up

and can feel himself get hard again when he sees them once he empties himself inside of you

definitely nuts as soon as you mark him up

this man literally makes out with your pussy

all messy and full of spit and cum and he just gets absolutely lost in you

pulls away now and again to kiss the inside of your thigh, leaning his cheek against it after to look up at you

and just loves how easy he’s able to make you fall apart on his tongue

watching your chest heave and hands claw at the bedsheets, looking for anything to ground your fucked out form before his fingers are intertwining with his own, urging you to meet his pretty eyes

“you okay sweetheart? haven’t even got you on my cock yet and look at you.”

and as soon as you nod numbly he’s diving straight back in, nose bumping and leaving hot open-mouthed kissing against your cunt - coaxing all those sobs and whimpers out of you like your pussy was made for him

𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

staying strong on my tease!hyunjin agenda 🗣️🗣️🗣️

likes to brush his lips against your own as if he’s gonna kiss you, only to tut mockingly before pulling back just when you melt into him

just to see the cute way you try to chase his lips with your own

bro thinks its the funniest thing ever when you huff and try to walk away

before he’s pulling you back against his chest and silencing your complaints with a long, needy kiss

and before he knows it you’ve got him completely wrapped around your finger

cause he’s so head empty and all he can think about is the feel and taste of your sweet lips against his own

so when you even try to pull away he’s whining and chasing after you, begging you to just ditch your plans for the day and just makeout with him

and he will not stop annoying you until you finally cave

but if you decide to ignore him and leave him alone he will nonstop call and text you

“baby when are you getting home? i miss youuuu.”

and you just have to laugh cause he’s so unknowingly smitten for you

he just gets so drunk on your lips

if you go over two hours without seeing eachother he’s all over you

those lips will be KISSED believe me

he’s ready for your kiss no matter what

have you seen those lips

that shit is moisturised af

HAND PLACEMENT!!

likes to keep a hand tangled in your hair, titling your head slightly as he works your jaw open even more, breathing deeply and nipping at your bottom lip - his other hand laying flat on the curve of your spine, keeping you pressed tight against him

another to lose complete control, every time you guys makeout it’ll end with him inside you without fail

doesn’t matter where you are

he’s completely unhinged whenever he gets off stage after a performance 

all sweaty and full of adrenaline and soso desperate for you

you swear he’s never looked hotter

he zeroes in on you the second he steps into the room, ignoring anyone and everyone trying to get in his way

and you don’t even have time to congratulate him before he’s pressing into you - a long moan being grunted against your lips the second he gets a taste of you and your sweet mixture of lipgloss and cranberry soda - the hard erection of his cock bumping against your tummy

and he b e g s you to follow him into an empty dressing room or some tightly spaced supply closet, cause he feels like he’s gonna go insane and the feel of your lips moaning and panting against him is enough to work him up even more - bulge pressing hotly in the confines of his pants

bro does not wear underwear so he just whips it out the second he gets you alone

and as soon as he bottoms out inside of you you’re whimpering and withering against the wall he has you propped up on, squeezing your thighs from where they rested on his hips

and he can’t do much to quieten down your begs but press his lips against your own, swallowing up all your cries as he fucks up into you - drunk on the warmth of your hot cunt

“you’re gonna have to be quiet for me pretty girl, don’t want anyone else hearing those cute moans.”

gets so much in his own head and can’t think straight when you’re clamping down on him so snugly

he wouldn’t be able to escape even if he wanted to

so he finds it hard to keep kissing you, telling you to bury your face in his neck to muffle your cries

and there’s just lipstick and bite marks plastered all over him and he just knows his makeup artist is gonna be tearing her hair out tryna cover them all up later

gives you a final long kiss when he cums so deep inside you, grunting like a whore and your name falling off his lips like a prayer as he taints your insides with his seed

he just can’t wait to have you riding his dick later, letting out all those pretty noises you want

𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

obsessed 

smitten

head over heels

whatever word there is to describe, its how han jisung feels about your lips

so it’s no surprise he just can’t help himself and keep his lips to himself

THE GOAT OF PDA

he couldn’t give a shit if you’re in public, this guy will sneak in a kiss any chance he gets

and you’ll have to scold him every time cause before you know it he’s completely kissed all your makeup off

but what’s a girl to do when your boyfriend is looking at you all needy and begging for attention

and you just can’t resist cause have you seen this mans lips??

bro is a babygirl and has a babygirl type pout on his face permanently 

he goes too far with it every time though

to the point where the other boys boo and throw imaginary rotten tomatoes at you and tell you to get a room

and he’s just like :)

and drags you away to kiss you some more

his fav activity hands down

hands will be ALL OVER YOU

on your ass, messing up your hair, dipping under your skirt - you name it, his hands are exploring it

and you’ll have to shoo him away every time cause he’ll just get too carried away and try to finger you in public

he’s such a sucker™ for you 

he just about melts whenever you’re the first to initiate a kiss/makeout

he’s all over you 24/7 so to see you chasing after him, all needy and cute whines is a big ego boost

he won’t be able to keep up his smug act for long though before you’re tugging him down by his shirt, an embarrassingly loud groan being choked out against your lips the second he feels your tongue licking and kissing away at him - and you’d roll your eyes at how desperate he’s being if you weren’t so busy tryna slip your hands into his pants

he’s such a needy boy so whenever he gets too overstimulated he’ll beg you to kiss him, his cock all red and swollen in your hand - leaking with precum and just begging you to finally sit on it

and he just wants to stay grounded and focused, his pretty eyes all teary looking up at him, heavy pants into your mouth when you lean down and work his lips open with your tongue

and he’s letting out the sluttiest little whimpers, bucking up into the hand fisted around his dick

small fucked out begs of “please angel, just move your hand, suck me off, sit on my dick - anything. i’ll take anything, just do something.”

and he just sounds so ruined the only thing you can do is smile mockingly against his lips, thumb pressing down on the slit of his cockhead causing him to tremble in your hold

by the time you’re done with him he’s all sticky and used, and he can barely respond to your comforting kiss

whimpering into it when your small praise of “you did so well sungie,” hits his ears

whenever he’s eating you out he’ll leave little pecks against the plush skin of your thighs to work you up, watching the way your pussy glistens so prettily the closer he gets

he’s fucking gone the second he clamps his mouth down on your pussy, eyes rolling into the back of his head and whining as the taste of you invades all his senses

plants a big messy kiss against your cunt before eating you out like a man starved 

someone feed him

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

soft boy™

loves loves loves kissing you in the morning

he thinks you’ve never looked prettier

with your hair all disheveled and eyes all sleepy, throwing him a tired smile as you cuddle into his side

and morning breath be damned cause he just can’t help himself from titling your head towards him, humming into your mouth as he leaves a loving kiss against it

doesn’t matter if he as work in an hour, he will take his time loving on you, ensuring every kiss he places is as meaningful as possible

kisses your eyelids, your forehead, your fingertips

anywhere he can reach

the way he kisses you is so affectionate each and every time, as if he’s silently telling you how much he loves you

he knows you have him wrapped around your finger, time slowing to a stop every time his lips come in contact with your own

and he’d rather be no where else, the slow buzz of the traffic outside droning on in the background as his lips capture yours again and again, snuggling you deeper into the sheets

kisses you as if you are both disconnected from the rest of the world

gets soso huffy whenever his phone dings while he’s lost in you, silencing it without even breaking away from you and you’re like

“lix, you were meant to be in work an hour ago.”

“just another minute.”

and you can’t even fight him on it cause his lips are so soft and addicting and you swear you could stay like this all day

literally will only pull away if chan barges in and tells him to get his ass into the studio already

oops

will not regret a thing though

will spend the rest of the day thinking about you and your pretty lips

all over you whenever he’s drunk

literally can’t help himself from kissing you any chance he gets, changbin will have to hold him back - reminding him you’re all in public and it probably isn’t approbate to corner your girlfriend against the wall and kiss her like no ones watching

and he’s just like ‘idccc, i just wanna kiss my pretty baby 😩😩😩”

acts like he’ll die if you don’t kiss him every five minutes

and will not do ANYTHING you ask until he’s rewarded with your sweet lips

gets so giggly and can’t stop smiling into your kisses

he’s so head over heels for you

and it shows in the way he fucks you too

even when he’s stretching you out all nice, he’s still so gentle with it

shushing your cries inbetween heated kisses, and leaving small pecks to the side of your head when he finally buries his cock to the hilt inside you - swearing you’re doing so well for him

extremely vocal

and no matter how much you tell him to stfu cause you’re sharing the dorm with the other boys he just won’t listen

letting out the prettiest mewls when you grind your cunt down onto his cock

so you’ll just have no choice but to eat up his noises, finding it hard to keep up with his needy tongue fucking coupled with the desperate, sloppy thrusts of his hips

could absolutely waste the day away on your lips :(

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

tries his absolute hardest to keep up his little tsundere act up

but the second you lean into him all teasingly, looking up at him beneath your lashes before planting those sweet lips against his own - he’s kicking his feet and twiddling his thumbs like a fucking schoolgirl 😭

can’t help but hum into your mouth, pulling you even closer against his chest and titling your head up to get better access to your kisses

and when you pull away he wouldn’t be able to fight off the coy smile that takes over his face

until he overhears hyunjin and changbin teasing him about how cute he looks when he’s in love

istg he tries to fight them

and god the amount of kisses it takes to subdue this man is criminal

but you eventually manage to convince him to not murder his hyungs, at least not in public

truly not into your small, little chaste kisses

loves his makeouts to be as hot and messy as possible, just wants to feel you fall apart in his hold

likes it when you take care of him when he’s had a bad day, sitting him down on your sofa and coaxing yourself on his lap

lets his head hang back against the back of the couch and eyes slip shut as your fingers massage through his tangled hair, lips painting his neck in marks before making your way up to his face, kissing away the stressed furrow between his brows

all the while whispering pretty words of praise

and with every kiss you leave against him he can feel the hot stiffening of his cock against your cunt

just loves having you sit pretty for him in his lap, quick to rid you both of your clothes to feel your bare pussy drag against his cock with every hump of your hips, groans and sighs being gasped into your sloppy kiss

and he’s more than happy to eat up every little noise you let you, every whimper from when his dick bumps into your entrance, nipping when you whine a little too loud - making sure to leave them all swollen and bruised with his need

his favourite type of kisses is when you’re stuffed full of cock

his lips will be everywhere all at once, just absolutely depraved and trying to urge more of those needy moans from your parted lips

likes kissing you when you can barely respond, watching in excitement when your eyes loll to the back of your head and tongue hangs slightly out of your mouth, legs trembling and back arching - feeling the tight fit of his dick pressing into his snug walls just begging you to gush around him

gasped whines not even getting the chance to breath before they’re being swallowed by his hungry kisses

bro eats all that shit up!!

and you can barely keep up with all his licking, teasing, biting - too focused on the movement of his hips fucking into you

and he’s sososo mean about it

“c’mon baby, not even gonna kiss me back? think i at least deserve it for making you feel so good.”

“gonna finally kiss me if i make you cum?”

and his words are just so nasty, laughing when you can do nothing but sob so beautifully, the stretch of his cock being just on the verge of a bit too much

but you wanna fight him on it so bad

cutting his laughing short when you drag him down by his dangling chain to press a hot kiss to his open mouth, legs wrapping around his waist even tighter to press his cock impossibly deeper inside of you

and he can’t even help but chuckle into your mouth like the bastard he is, dick finally hitting that familiar spot inside you, so deep and snug it has you twitching around him

and he’ll just keep kissing you as you cum around him

sometimes when he’s being extra mean to you he’ll kiss your forehead after, planting a soft one on your nose then your lips

telling how much of a good girl you were

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

worships the ground you walk upon istg

sometimes he thinks he’s coming onto you too strong so he tries to hold himself back when he’s kissing you 

but the second you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him firmly against you, fingers playing with the small hairs at the bottom of his neck, he just about loses it

always afraid to kiss you first so he leaves it up to you

and god he kisses so good

smiles into it and toys with the end of your pretty little skirt, nipping occasionally at your bottom lip to pull a gasp out of you

and you’re just like 🤨🤨 who taught you to kiss this good mf

genuinely think he’d be the best kisser in skz

he just takes his time with you

makes you feel so comforted and protected in his arms

bro will not leave for work until he makes sure you’ve been kissed all over, no matter how late he is

and he just spends the whole day unfocused, thinking about getting home to you and kissing you until you’re just as obsessed as he is

will n e v e r kiss you in front of the others though

treats you like a homie

guy held your hand once and never heard the end of it

probably got walked in on by changbin or smth while making out with you and got teased relentlessly

didn’t kiss you for a month straight after

he’s such a hermit and wraps himself up in his room all day playing video games

and the only way to get his attention is planting yourself pretty on his lap when he’s lounging on his gaming chair, doe eyes looking up at you all confused and lips parted ready to ask you what tf you think you’re doing before you’re shoving your tongue down his throat 

and you swear his controller nearly broke from how quick he flung that shit to grab fistful of your ass instead

ignoring his teammates shouts over the headset as he dies in whatever fuckass game he’s playing

he doesn’t care, all he can focus on is you, on his lap, working your pretty lips against his own

his kisses become so eager and rushed whenever he’s in the mood

you could be making ramen in the kitchen at 2am and this guy will pop a boner

presses himself up against you, his hard cock fitting perfectly between the crevice of your ass as he leaves sloppy kisses on the back of your neck, working his way up to your jaw

and he’ll never just ask you to fuck, he’ll just grind against you like a little bitch until you finally allow him to finally push your panties to the side and nudge into you

buries his head into the crook of your neck when he bottoms out - planting long kisses against your back from were he has you bent over - all pretty and keening for him

soaking up all your soft gasps and mewls, whimpering a mixture of his name and endless pleas as it all becomes a little too much 

© 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.

[moonlightndaydreams]

🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 I LOVE MINHO IN LOVE!!!! Gorgeous. Beautiful. Heartwarming. The nerves and the relief.

I loved this 😍😍😍

〉The "L" Word 〈

| Lee-Know |

© itshannjisung, 2024

♡ itsseohannbins masterlist ♡

Genre: Fluff 💕 & some suggestive content💋

Summary: Lee-Know is coming home from tour and you're finally going to tell him you love him.... maybe?

Pairing: Idol! Lee-Know x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Established relationship. First "I Love You". Suggestive themes. some tears. v cute stuff. [they're in love your honor :( ]

lmk if i missed any!

Word Count: 3.7k

Enjoy!

It was Saturday.

It was finally Saturday.

You had been looking forward to this day all week, all month. You could feel the excitement and anticipation vibrate through your body the second you woke up like a kid hitting the peak of their sugar rush. Normally, you'd let yourself snooze well into the afternoon, catching up on the sleep you so desperately needed after the work week that had just passed, but not today. Today was important.

Today, the boys were coming home.

After being away for events and performances for nearly four months now, promoting their new album and gaining fame worldwide, they were coming home for a much-needed break, which meant you would finally get to see your boyfriend.

Four months of falling asleep together during late-night video chats only to wake the next morning and still find the line active, the other snoring quietly through the speaker. Four months of quick, mid-day phone calls just to say "I miss you," before having to hang up and return to your busy schedules. Four months of incessant texting every chance you got, sending each other memes and pictures every hour of the day, every day of the week. Four months of being apart and it was finally coming to a close.

You were elated that they were coming home, relieved even. As much as the boys adored what they did, they deserved a vacation, and in less than twelve hours, theirs would finally begin. Before the end of the day, Minho and his members would be escorted through the Incheon International Airport and brought back to the dorms for some much-deserved rest.

You tried to tell Minho to do just that when the two of you had talked earlier in the week, to go home and rest, but he missed you. He missed you more than he thought possible. Every time he had a free moment to himself, he would be checking his phone for notifications from you.

He'd scroll through your Instagram feed through his private account and watch your stories an unhealthy amount of times throughout the day, he'd rewatched old Snapchat videos that the two of you had taken from the earlier days of your relationship, and friendship beforehand, and he'd even call your phone when he knew you'd be fast asleep just to hear your voicemail click in with your cheery voice.

He missed you so much, and he'd be damned if he didn't come to see you the minute their plane landed safely back in Korea.

You tried to tell him no, to go back home to the dorms to rest for a few days and catch up on sleep, but Minho was a stubborn man, and the only thing he wanted to do come Saturday evening was to hold you in his arms and bask in your presence, the presence he longed for after spending so much time away.

And who were you to deny your boyfriend of that?

You missed him just as much as he did you, probably even more so.

So, when your alarm went off early Saturday morning, waking you from your slumber, you found yourself practically hopping from your warm bed and skipping to the shower in delight. Everything you did that morning was done in elation.

The usual morning shower that acted as a pick-me-up to further wake you from your sleepy haze was now taken to help calm the nerves that washed through you in a rush. The usual morning skin routine afterwards was done extra thoroughly as you bounced from foot to foot, unable to contain your excitement.

Breakfast and morning coffee were made with a sprinkle of magic dusted in as you blasted music through your phone speaker and danced and sang as if it was your happiest day on earth. You used the end of the spatula as a microphone, pausing to flip your eggs around the pan briefly before you continued your one-man concert across the tile of your kitchen floor.

If Minho could see you now, surely, he'd shake his head an call you a loser (lovingly of course) for your dorky antics, but you didn't care. He was coming home to you and that was justification enough for turning your entire apartment into a solo stage.

After you had eaten your breakfast and energized yourself even more with a pot of coffee, you ran out to stock up on groceries. You weren't sure how long Minho was planning on staying over, but you had taken the following week off to spend time with him, so you were sure the two of you would go through a lot.

You bought ingredients to cook him his favourite meals, bought the proper stuff needed for him to make himself a coffee, and then some extras for snacking throughout the week so you wouldn't have to leave the house for groceries again while he was home.

When you got home, you started the cleaning. You and Minho were fairly clean people, and you both went to extra lengths to ensure your apartment was always cleaner than most. But right now, you wanted to make it even better. Minho coming home allowed you to really pull out every single piece of furniture from its home and vacuum and mop around it before sliding it back into its place.

Every nook and cranny was scrubbed free of cobwebs and dust, every speckle of food that faintly stained your stovetop was wiped, and every particle in the air was then coated with a light layer of his favourite air freshener. You wanted Minho to come home and not have to lift a finger.

So after what felt like hours of decluttering your and his space, storing away old knick-knacks that only acted as an eyesore along your shelves, and ensuring every single blanket and pillow were clean, the laundry in your clothes hamper also completely finished, did you finally allow yourself the luxury of rest.

And by then, you only had an hour before Minho's plane would land and he'd be on his way to your apartment.

The closer the time got to his arrival, the more your nerves grew, though you weren't entirely sure why.

You and Minho had been together for almost a year now, and friends for nearly triple the time. This wasn't the first instance he and the boys had been gone for a long time, and based on the way their careers were skyrocketing lately, you knew it was far from the last, but something about his return home now felt different.

The two of you weren't overly affectionate people, at least not in public anyway. All of your intimacy was saved for the moments you found yourselves alone together, whether in the comfort of your own apartment or in the safety of his bedroom, behind his closed door.

So why were you feeling so nervous, so giddy to see him again after only a short few months? Was it the physical touch you both craved and missed so desperately or was it something bigger? Something more intimate?

Sure, the two of you were sexually active, but it only happened on occasion. With both of you sporting low sex drives, you only ever indulged in one another during special occasions.

But the idea of finally seeing Minho soon was only kicking your hormones into overdrive.

You had planned a night in with him with facemasks, self-care, and ultimately, relaxation, but now you felt yourself growing more and more intrigued with the idea of jumping his bones the minute he walked through the door.

Maybe your period was coming up.

You always found yourself more needy when that time of month came.

It was half past seven o'clock now, and you were lying on the couch with a book in your hand and a blanket wrapped tightly around your figure. You hadn't been able to even make it past the first few pages of the book, your mind too preoccupied with thoughts of Minho while your nerves swam through your stomach like a swarm of bees.

It was then that you decided.

You were finally going to tell him.

You were finally going to say the 'L' word.

Neither one of you had said it yet, despite being together for so long, but neither one of you minded. The two of you always felt content with where you stood, but after missing him this much, you knew.

You loved him, and you knew he loved you back just as much. This stretch of distance made you sure of that. The words were always there, on the tip of his tongue after every late-night phone call or afternoon Facetime. They were always there, never spoken but you felt it all the same with the way he talked to you, the way he stared at you during your video calls.

You knew, and you were anxious to tell him the second he walked through your front door.

Then, as if on cue, the buzzing sound of your apartment doorbell system rang noisily throughout the space, causing you to jump, your heart beginning to race frantically with anticipation.

You quickly threw the warm knit blanket off your nearly-naked body, cold air hitting all the parts of your skin that weren't covered by the red lace lingerie set you adorned yourself with specifically for this moment, this reunion.

You padded lightly over to the intercom, holding the button down and pushing your lips up to the speaker.

"Minho?" you chirped excitedly, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

There was silence for a second before the voice of home came bounding through the small appliance on the wall, filling you with warmth and happiness you only ever felt with Minho.

"Hi Kitten," he mused back in a teasing tone. "Are you going to let me in, or do I have to climb this building and smash through the living room window to get to you?"

You clicked the button down once more, giggling into the receiver before responding in a soft, adoring timbre.

"I thought I told you to go home and rest before coming over." you chided with a mischievous grin even though he couldn't see it. He could probably hear it in the ring of your voice, which only made you smile wider.

"And I thought I told you you were my home," he responded back quickly. "Buzz me in so I can come inside my home."

Heat pooled low in your stomach at his insinuation, the mood of his voice now heated and thick. Your thumb hovered over the button that would unlock the front door, allowing him access inside, but you couldn't bring yourself to press it just yet. Despite missing him so much, you wanted him to suffer a bit for the thoughts he had just thrown into your head with his last statement.

Buzz me in so I can come inside my home...

"Where's your key?" you asked after a moment of silence, the smile on your face growing with every passing second.

"Yah!" he hollered back, his voice tight as he responded. "You know damn well that my key is sitting on your kitchen table as we speak. Now open up before I change my mind and actually go home!"

You let out a laugh as you finally pushed the button, unlocking the front door for your boyfriend to enter. You glanced over at the apartment key that, like Minho had said, was still sitting on your kitchen table next to Leebit. He had left it at your place before he and the boys were supposed to leave, saying he didn't want to take any chances with someone else getting their hands on it and having access to your apartment, and he didn't want to lose it in his time away.

You were anxious to give it back to him so he could come and go as he pleased. Whether it be mid-afternoon after practice was let out, or late at night when he was feeling needy himself, you were excited for him to have that privilege back.

As you waited for Minho to make the trek back up to where you lived on the fourth floor, you unlocked the front door for him and retreated back to the couch. Only this time, instead of cuddling back up in your soft blanket, you stood half naked, leaning seductively against the back of the piece of furniture. You waited patiently for a few minutes, the nerves still buzzing about in your abdomen, before you heard footsteps approaching outside the apartment.

Footsteps that stopped at your door.

You hoped to god Minho was the one standing on the other side and not one of your nosy neighbours or else this would've been extremely awkward.

Before you could second guess whether you should've been waiting in the bedroom or not, there was a soft knock before the handle turned and the door was pushed open.

And in walked Minho Lee.

His eyes were on you in less than a second, but instead of raking over your exposed body, his eyes stayed locked onto yours as a soft smile made its way to his lips.

"Welcome home Min," you whispered around a grin of your own. Minho then took a moment to drink in your body, ready and on display for him, and his cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink you had only ever witnessed in moments like this.

"Hi Kitten," he mused back, hooking his jacket onto the hook bolted into the wall and slipping off his shoes. The tips of his ears began to turn red, but he was still smiling appreciatingly as he approached you with his arms out wide. "I've missed you."

Before you could respond to him and ask him how his flight was, his lips were on yours, his arms circling your waist, holding you in place against his hard chest. He kissed you slowly and sensually, his tongue prodding delicately along your mouth, asking for permission after only a short few moments, which you granted automatically.

Minho moaned as he licked into your mouth, his tongue sliding across yours in a soft caress, his hands gripping your hips roughly as he pushed himself against you. You could feel him growing hard against your exposed thigh and a groan escaped your throat as all feelings of nervousness evaded your body.

With skilled hands that knew your body better than anyone else, Minho hiked your legs up and wrapped them around his waist, his groin pressing into your most sensitive part as he began the slow walk around to the front of the couch, where he sat down with you perched on his lap.

You pulled away from him breathlessly after his hands slipped down to cup your ass, pushing lightly on his chest when he chased you with his mouth that was desperate to keep the distance between you closed.

"Min," you whispered into the silence of the apartment. Minho, whose eyes were hooded and darkened with need, brought his lips down to your neck and left delicate kisses along your throat, his hands slipping from where they were resting on the fabric of your panties and up to tangle in the wisps of your hair.

"Hmm?" he mumbled in response, barely registering your hands nudging against his shoulders.

"I think I-" You stopped short when Minho's tongue then slipped out from between his lips and licked the expanse of your jawline up to your ear, eliciting another moan to leave your lips.

This was it. This was the moment you'd been preparing all afternoon for. Despite his hungry attack on your skin, and his hands exploring your body sensually, you knew this was the moment.

You had to say it now before you went any further; you didn't want it to seem like his hands and mouth were the root cause of your feelings. But he felt so incredibly good beneath you, that you felt like you could combust at any given moment.

"Minho, I love you." you then blurted abruptly. 

Minho froze in place at your confession, his ministrations on your neck coming to a halt almost instantly. Panic quickly built in your chest at his sudden stop, the fear of rejection warming your cheeks in embarrassment.

Minho slowly pulled away from your throat and looked up at you through his long eyelashes, his ears reddening with each passing second.

His mouth opened and closed several times, bobbing like a fish out of water, and with each moment that passed, the more your confidence faltered until you were left covering your face in your hands and moving to slip off his lap. 

The room filled with an eerie silence as you struggled to catch your breath while simultaneously trying to stop yourself from having a panic attack. 

You said it.

You actually said it!

…

But he wasn’t saying it back.

A rush of emotion surged through you so strongly that you barely paid Minho, who was sitting like a statue beside you, any attention. His hands had fallen to his sides, his breathing uneven and ragged, his eyes wide and staring at nothing. 

Oh god.

You always feared the rejection that came with finally saying the ‘L’ word to someone, but you never in a million years thought that you would get it. Not after the amazing relationship you’ve had thus far with Minho. 

You fumbled to cover your exposed skin with a soft blanket, moving to hide your face behind your hair so Minho couldn’t see the way your cheeks flared up and the tears that threatened to spill out of your eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” you spoke quickly and softly, shaking your head as if to erase the moment from memory as you wiped the excess spit off your chin. “I don’t know what came over me. I guess I just missed you so much, and I just --- I’m sorry.” 

You went to stand up to retreat to your room, to escape the utter and complete embarrassment that was currently engulfing you like a live flame, when a hand, warm and strong, reached out and grabbed you by the wrist before you could take another step.

You whipped your head around, daring to look at him despite yourself, and you were surprised to find Minho staring back at you. His eyes were wet with unshed tears, but the look of utter adoration and hope that twinkle in his dark eyes had you faltering for a brief moment.

And a brief moment was all it took for Minho to pull you back into his lap.

You fell into his lap in surprise, his arms automatically circling your waist and his face immediately going back into the crevice of your neck. You froze for a moment, waiting, listening.

Minho squeezed you tighter as you felt the first droplet of water hit your collarbone. Minho shifted a second later and delicately kissed the spot where his stray tear had landed before he shoved his face back into your skin, almost like he was trying to absorb you into him completely. 

“Thank you,” he murmured, so soft you almost completely missed it. 

“Why are you thanking me?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you were too afraid to move, to speak, in case it broke the spell. Minho let out a long breath and kissed your neck softly once more.

“Because,” he offered, his arms squeezing you to him like you were his last breath.

“Baby?” You questioned then, hands sifting through his soft hair once again. You tugged lightly, willing him to pull his face from your neck, and he did so reluctantly. When he pulled away, you were surprised to see his eyes all red and puffy, the wetness of his cheeks, the reddening of his skin.

“Thank you for loving me,” he elaborated this time, a frown settled onto his features. Your eyes searched his for an answer as confusion steamrolled over your body.

“What--”

“I love you,” Minho then blurted, much like you had moments before. His hand has removed itself from around your waist and came up to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes. Emotion surged through you like electricity at his confession, and you sat there silently as he then traced the length of your cheekbone and cradled your face in his palm. 

Minho let out a shaky breath, his thumb grazing your bottom lip as his gaze flickered between your eyes and your mouth. His voice was softer now, but steady, filled with something raw and unguarded.

“I didn’t say it before because I was scared,” he admitted, his fingers pressing lightly into your skin as if he was grounding himself in the moment. “Not of you—never of you— but of how much I felt when you said it. I didn’t know if I was supposed to feel this way.”

His words settled over you like a warm embrace, his vulnerability tugging at your heartstrings.

“You don’t have to be scared,” you then whispered, your hands cupping his jaw, guiding him back into your space. “I love you, Minho. Every part of you. I always have.” 

And I probably always will.

Minho inhaled sharply, his hands gripping your waist like he was trying to commit this very moment to memory.

“And I love you,” he breathed, the words falling past his lips like they’d been waiting for this moment all along. “So much that it fucking terrifies me.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Minho cut you off with a kiss—one that stole your breath and any lingering doubt you had left. It was slow, deep, and desperate like he was trying to prove his love in the only way he knew how.

His hands roamed your body, no longer teasing, no longer just seeking, but cherishing. Every touch, every press of his lips, was a silent promise, one that left you feeling more secure than any words ever could.

When he finally pulled back, foreheads pressed together, his fingers traced lazy patterns along your sides, his expression softer now, no longer hesitant.

“Say it again,” he murmured, voice hoarse, eyes searching yours.

A slow smile spread across your kiss-swollen lips.

“I love you.”

Minho exhaled a laugh, a mix of relief and something else—something deeper. 

“Good,” he hummed, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Because I’m never letting you forget it.”

And with that, he pulled you even closer, as if proving just how much he really meant it.

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• The Blackened Heart • Part Three

A Han Jisung Mini Series

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Genre: Pirate SKZ

Pairing: PirateThief!Jisung x Female Captain Reader x Ex-Bandit Lino

Summary: When Y/N, Captain of the Blackened Heart, gets offered a large sum of money to deliver a thief to the Jarl of Serpent Point, she and her crew greedily accept. But while spending time with the familiar thief during their long journey back home, she realizes just how important human connection can be, even for a pirate.

Warnings: Swearing. Jealousy. Anxiety. Mentions of death. Mentions of violence (cutting off someone's tongue & drugging them). Mentions of blood. Mentions of weapons. Mentions of being tied up. Mentions of beheading. a little bit of fluff.

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** The author may have left out some warnings to create an element of surprise with certain topics in/throughout this chapter. Reader discretion is advised. **

Word Count: 4.9k

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The evening sun was finally beginning to set, leaving nothing but an array of faint oranges and purples, and bright stars scattering in its wake. A cool breeze swept through the air, carrying with it the scent of salt from the ocean below. The wheels of the carriage ahead creaked against the cobblestones as it trundled along, Binni and Chan flanking its sides, their weapons visible on their hips to ensure there was no question of authority.

You and Lino trailed behind the carriage, the slow pace of the journey giving you time to breathe. The tension in the dungeon had been stifling, and now that Jisung was securely in custody, the reality of the situation was beginning to settle in. Lino, as always, seemed to sense your mood, his casual stride matching yours as he cast you a sidelong glance.

"Well," Lino said, breaking the silence, "that went smoother than I thought. No dramatic speeches, no last-minute escapes. Honestly, I'm a little disappointed. I was hoping for something a bit more... I don't know, theatrical."

You snorted softly, shaking your head. "If you're looking for theatrics, Li, I'd say you've been reading too many of Yongbok's journals."

Lino clutched his chest as though your words had physically struck him. "Ow, you wound me, Captain." he joked. "Here I was, thinking you appreciated my keen sense of drama."

"I appreciate your ability to swing a sword without tripping over yourself," you teased back, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Let's not push it."

Lino laughed alongside you, the sound warm and easy. "I don't know what I'd do without your unwavering faith in me. Truly, it's inspiring."

Jisung's grip on his clothing—the only thing he could grab at in his current state—tightened as he listening to the exchange. From his seat in the carriage, he could see the way Lino leaned closer to you when he spoke, the way you smiled at him—a smile Jisung hadn't seen in years. There was a lightness to you now that felt unfamiliar, a sharp contrast to the cold indifference you'd shown him in the dungeon. It was unsettling.

"Do you think Yongbok slipped something into the lunch he made for us earlier?" Lino then continued on, his tone teasing as he caught a glimpse of your grin. "You're smiling more than usual than before. Should I be worried?"

"Maybe I'm just happy to see you suffering in the sun instead of lounging below deck." you quipped back, nudging him with your elbow. "Feels like justice."

Lino laughed at this, the sound rich and unguarded. He bumped your shoulder in retaliation, his smile widening. "If that's all it takes to make you happy, Cap, I'll consider it a noble sacrifice. But don't get too used to it—I'm still you're favorite, remember?"

Your response was a scoff, but the glint in your eyes betrayed your amusement. "You'd better be careful, Lino. That ego of yours is starting to rival Binni's."

"Impossible," Lino replied, feigning indignation. "Nobody rivals Binni in that department. The man practically polishes his reflection before bed."

Jisung's jaw tightened, his teeth grinding as he forced himself to look away. The banter grated on him in ways he hadn't anticipated. He had expected anger, perhaps even cold indifference—but this? This was worse. Watching you laugh, watching someone else draw those rare smiles from you so effortlessly, twisted something deep in his chest.

Jealousy.

He stared out at the horizon, willing himself to ignore the sound of your laughter, but it crept back into his ears—soft, genuine, and painfully familiar. Against his better judgement, his gaze flickered back to you, his mind racing with bitter thoughts. Who was this man? How had he earned a place by your side so easily? And why, after everything, did it still matter to him?

"So, I think if we set off as soon as the prisoner is securely locked up, we should be able to make it back to Amberwood by morning light. I say we dock there for a couple hours and set off again tomorrow afternoon." you began to explain to Lino as the two of you continued trailing lazily behind the carriage.

Lino clicked his tongue and shrouded his eyes against the setting sun that was poking through the trees on the horizon.

"Eager to leave the City of Dreams, are we?" he questioned with a quirk of his brow, his shoulder bumping lightly with yours. "What's wrong, Cap? Cliffpoint didn't live up to your expectations?"

You bit your lip and shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, a sigh leaving your mouth.

"Eager to get home and get that payout actually." you corrected him with a grin. Cliffpoint had definitely exceeded all of your expectations and more, however, the thief you had just been reunited with did not.

You expected Jisung to look unkempt, unruly, and in a disarray. You anticipated long straggly hair and an even longer beard with dirt splattering his worn out clothing, signifying the person he became after he left you behind. You expected him to look, well to be honest, poor and homeless, just like those beggars that were always scrounging for food and begging for coin just beyond the limits of Serpent Point. You were not anticipating him to look so.... good?

From what you saw during the 0.8 seconds in which you addressed him back down in the cellar of the castle, he looked devastatingly handsome, and it made you absolutely sick.

Fluffy, grown out hair the color of the worlds most luxurious chocolate, large, dark eyes that resembled a perfect pair of flawless black pearls, and cheeks so chiseled yet so round you couldn't help but melt knowing he never lost his baby face, even after all these years.

And the five o'clock shadow he sported only made it worse. He must've had some sort of sharp tool down in the cell with him during his time locked up because there was no way in hell he looked that good and that put together considering how long he'd been down there for, and you highly doubted the Queen would offer such luxuries either.

Jisung's face was the only thing that still held some of it's youthful pudge to it. His body, however, was even more toned and tanned than you ever remember it being before. His shoulders were more rounded, his forearms more defined, his chest broader and firmer. You had barely spared him a glance and yet, you managed to analyze him completely, head to toe.

He wore a dark teal, velvet jacket that clung to bulky arms, a white collared shit beneath it adorned in buttons and ruffles alike. He wore the buttons of both the jacket and the shirt completely undone, revealing a tight, almost see-through shirt underneath. It was hard to ignore the lines of his sculpted body through the material, and you were surprised at how well you were able to keep your composure.

On his legs, Jisung wore black, tight-fitted trousers that accentuated him in all the right places, and they were lazily stuffed into a pair of black worn-out boots. Despite being locked in a cell of thievery and whatever else he was being charged for, he wore a few rings on his fingers and several chains around his neck. Foucher's ring was seemingly nowhere in sight, and you briefly wondered if there was even a ring at all or if it was just something Foucher made up for the sake of the assignment.

It pained you to see him again, looking healthy and as fine as he could ever be. The image of him sitting in the cell, looking the way he did, was like a punch to the gut, and you struggled to keep sane when the five of you left the castle.

Your stomach was still gurgling with anxiety, and you knew it was only a matter of time before Lino caught on to your discomfort. You tried to keep a relaxed smile on your face as the two of you conversed, but it was getting increasingly harder to do so the longer you thought about Jisung and the affect he still seemed to have on you.

"Why?" Lino suddenly asked, causing you to jump in surprise and zone back into the present. You were so tuned into your own emotions that you didn't even register him talking to you at first. You raised an eyebrow at him trying to decipher what it was he was asking without giving away just how out of it you were.

"Why are you so eager to leave? We just got here." he spoke with a small frown as he kicked a loose stone across the path. "I mean, the money's still going to be there when we get back, no matter how long it takes us, right? Whether we make it back in six months or seven, the chest will still be sitting in Foucher's treasury, untouched until we return. I say we take our time getting home now that we got what we came for."

You grimaced at his suggestion and gave him a pointed look, trying to keep your nerves at bay.

"And what if Foucher docks our payout for taking so long to return?" You asked. Lino just sent you a dry glance in response, as if to say 'yeah right'.

"He's not going to dock our pay," Lino tried to assure you with a pat on your back, his tone way too confident considering the person Foucher was. "He won't. He can't. You're his daughter. Illegitimate, maybe, but you're still his blood."

You groaned at his words, swallowing the bile that rose in your throat at the reminder. "Don't remind me."

"That chest of gold and goods has been yours since the minute you were born. And if he's stupid enough to do such a thing, like denying you your money that he promised in return for doing his dirty work, you can take it to the council and let them deal with it. There's no way the people of Serpent Point will let him get away with such a thing. Especially once they find out about your relation to him."

You teetered your head from side to side, silently mulling over his words. The people of Serpent Point were nothing like those who resided here in Cliffpoint. They weren't the type of people who would willingly defend you in battle, but they'd surely help take down the Jarl if they had a chance, right? Would the council?

You shrugged your shoulders again.

"I guess so," you offered, trying to hide the redness that was beginning to creep alone your cheekbones. Lino, ever observant as he was, obviously took notice and quirked his eyebrow at your attempt to hide from him.

"What's the matter then? What's the real reason you're so eager to leave this place?"

Damn it. You were caught.

And there was no point in trying to deny it either.

Another sigh left your throat, this one much more dramatic than the previous, and you ran a hand through your wind-swept hair, trying to put your thoughts into words. Part of you wanted nothing more then to pull Jisung from the carriage and kill him where he stood, in front of all the people of Cliffpoint Hollow, but another part of you wanted to run to him the way you had always done so long ago when you sought his comfort in times of need.

And that part scared the hell out of you.

You bit your lip anxiously as the two separate emotions battled viciously in your system. Lino would understand, truly, but it didn't mean he wouldn't give you a good smack or two on the back of your neck the way Seungmo always did to the others when he found out just how rattled you had become from seeing Jisung again. He'd knock some sense into your for sure.

After another long, deep breath, you let it all out.

"I'm anxious to get back home because the sooner we make it back to Serpent Point, the sooner I get him off my ship. And the sooner I get him off my ship, the less I have to think about him and everything that's happened between us. I don't want to deal with him for any longer than deemed necessary.

Lino remained quiet for a second, eyeballing you as the two of you slowed to a stop. You chewed on the inside of your cheek and watched him watch you carefully, seemingly putting the pieces together in his mind.

You knew what he was going to say even before he opened his mouth, and you wished you would've just kept your lips sealed altogether. The fact that he was able to come to the conclusion so quickly made your stomach twist impossibly more.

"You still have lingering feelings for the man, don't you?" Lino stated as if it were the most obvious sentence in the universe. He didn't sound angry or even upset. He just sounded like his usual observant self. You were quick to scrunch up your nose in disgust, as if his words made you physically ill, but Lino knew you better than that.

"Absolutely not," you growled, though it came out more forced than you intended it to be. "I'm going against every fiber of my being by keeping him alive right now already."

You watched as Lino's face suddenly darkened at your claim, a dangerous expression morphing onto his features.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take care of him for you?" he whispered in concern, his eyes falling to slits while he rolled his shoulders back out of habit, almost as if he was readying himself for a fight. You rolled your eyes at him and shook your head.

"Yes, I'm sure Li. As much as I would enjoy watching you behead him, we need the gold. All of it. The ship won't survive another winter without some sort of work done on it, and as much as I adore the kids, I don't believe they'd be able to fix it up all by themselves."

Lino's eyes rounded at the corners as he stared at you in mock disbelief.

"Well, I wasn't suggesting I kill him completely!" He spoke in a joking manner—as if the mere idea of killing Jisung hadn't been playing in his head on a constant loop for the last hour. "I was just offering a minor solution to a problem."

You sent Lino a mischievous grin and cocked your eyebrow his way as the two of you began walking again, the carriage much further ahead than before. You didn't care all too much about making it to the ship with them; Binni and Chan knew what to do once they arrived back with Jisung.

"Oh? Do tell. What is your minor solution then if you don't plan on killing him?" you asked. Lino just shrugged his shoulders and rocked his head side to side for a second, thinking to himself before he answered.

"Well, I think cutting his tongue out would be a viable options. I'm sure I could also find someone to conjure up some type of mixture to keep him knocked out for the expedition home," he offered with a casual grin. "I know of a guy who runs an alchemy shop here. He's got drinks and ailments of every sort. I'm sure we can find something to keep the thief from babbling incessantly for the next six months while we travel. Maybe something extra if we decide to stay."

You let out an unattractive snort, shaking your head at Lino and the lengths he was always willing to go for you. It was farfetched, but it was still funny nonetheless. You could only imagine the look on Foucher's face when you showed up back at his estate with a tongueless thief who'd be too doped up on something to form a coherent sentence, tongue or not.

Then, the second part of Lino's suggestion hit you and you found yourself cocking your eyebrow once again and glancing over at him as the two of you stepped around a group of young children playing.

"Wait, you want to stay?" you asked. "Here? In Cliffpoint?"

The idea felt so foreign, so out of place amidst the constant cycle of sailing, fighting, and running. Staying meant stillness, and stillness often invited trouble.

Lino must've caught the flicker of hesitation in your voice because he was quick to reassure you.

"Not forever, no. Only for a couple of days if we could," he clarified smoothly. "I think we could all use a night or two of relaxation before we're back on the sea."

His smirk deepened then, a glint of mischief dancing in his sharp eyes as he glanced at you. "I, for one, wouldn't mind a few days of not sleeping on a floating death trap."

The teasing wink he shot your way sent warmth creeping up your neck, but you masked it with a raised brow, lips twitching upwards despite yourself.

"Oi. You calling my ship a death trap?"

"Oh, I'd never dream of it, Captain," Lino said, pressing a hand dramatically to his chest with feigned innocence. "But, let's be honest—there's a difference between 'charmingly rustic' and 'probably cursed'. Your ship leans towards the latter, I'm afraid."

A laugh escaped you, light and genuine, the tension in your shoulder easing slightly. "I'll be sure to let Jeo and Seungmo know their repairs are well appreciated."

Lino shrugged with an easy grin, the ocean breeze tousling his dark hair in a devastating way. "I'll give them credit for keeping us afloat, but come on, Captain. Look at this place."

He gestured outward, and you followed his gaze. The market ahead was alive with color, the canvas stalls billowing gently as merchants packed away their goods for the evening. Townsfolk meandered through the cobbled streets, their laughter soft against the hum of the sea. Even the air smelled cleaner here—salt, citrus, and the faintest trace of spiced pastries drifting in the wind.

"When was the last time we were somewhere like this?" Lino continued, voice quieter now, less teasing. "Somewhere clean, peaceful—not reeking of damp wood and stale smoke?"

You didn't answer immediately. Instead, your gaze drifted toward the horizon, where the sky burned gold and violet, the sun dipping lazily between the trees.

He wasn't wrong. Cliffpoint felt... different. It felt untouched by the kind of chaos that followed you like a shadow. Here, the weight on your shoulders didn't press quite as hard.

And yet, there was always something pulling you back to reality.

Would Foucher really keep his promise if you arrived late? Would he be angered by the delay, or too consumed with preparing for Jisungs execution to even care?

Your fingers twitched at the thought, but then—warm mead. A soft bed. A night without a blade strapped to your side. The mere idea of it had your resolve slipping like sand through your fingers. Maybe you could afford to stay the night. Maybe you could blame it on an unexpected storm if questions arose. Maybe...

"Maybe you're right," you admitted at last, your voice quiet, as if saying it too loudly might break the spell.

Lino's head snapped towards you, eyes gleaming with triumph. "Wait, did I just win an argument with you? My god, somebody mark this moment in the logs!" he teased.

"Don't push your luck, pretty boy," you shot back, elbowing him lightly for good measure. He only grinned, undeterred, the warmth of his presence steady beside you.

"But you're not wrong," you continued, glancing toward the carriage ahead and beyond where the others waited patiently for your return. Your voice softened. "The crew could use a break. And honestly..." you inhaled, exhaling slowly. "So could I."

Lino's smirk faltered just a fraction, his usual playfulness giving way to something quieter, something more sincere.

"Then let's do it," he said simply, no jest, no teasing. "We've earned it. You deserve a night off—raspberry custard and all."

A breath of laughter left you, but for the first time in months, the tightness in your chest felt a little looser.

"Fine," you relented, though your tone carried a playful edge. "We'll stay. But if the crew hears you're the reason, I'm blaming you when they start getting rowdy."

Lino's grin returned in full force, his confidence as effortless as ever.

"Rowdy's my middle name baby."

Before you could scoff at the ridiculousness of it, he reached out, pulling you forward with natural ease. His arms wrapped around you, solid and warm, and then—soft. A press of lips against the top of your head, fleeting but delibrate.

Your breath caught.

"Thank you," he murmured, quiet enough that the words nearly vanished in the sea breeze.

And just like that, you let yourself lean into the moment, just for a while.

The trip back down to the ship was a quiet one, the kind of silence that carried weight, thick with unspoken thoughts and unresolved tensions. The creak of the carriage wheels and the distant hum of Cliffpoint's bustling streets were the only sounds that filled the space. Even the Queen's men who had spent most of their evening in high spirits now sat subdued, their gazes flickering between the passing scenery and the heavy rope around Jisung's torso.

Jisung, however, barely noticed the world beyond the small wooden frame of the carriage. His focus was singular, locked onto you and your ever-present shadow.

You.

Him.

His jaw tightened each time your laughter reached his ears, a soft, genuine sound that once belonged to him but now belonged to another. His stomach twisted, his fingers curling into his palm, nails biting into his skin. Cristoff, the bastard, caught his expression more than once and sent him a smirk.

Jisung decided then he hated that smirk.

He tore his eyes away, forcing himself to look forward, but the jealousy continued to coil and slither in his gut like a living thing.

By the time the carriage jolted to a halt at the docks, his mood had soured into something bitter and unspoken. Hands grabbed at him, rough and unkind as they dragged him from his seat. He barely stumbled before being steadied by Cristoff and Binni. Neither of them took great care, jerking him onto his feet before shoving him forward.

Still, even as he was prodded toward the gangplank, Jisung couldn't stop himself from turning back. He found you standing further up the hill, tucked securely into Lino's chest, his lips grazing the side of your head in a touch that was almost reverent. The sight sent a cold blade of rage slicing through his ribs, sharp enough to leave him breathless.

It took every ounce of self control not to lash our, not to snarl, not to demand why in the hell you were letting another man touch you like that. He had no right—he knew that— but the knowledge didn't lessen the sting. It didn't stop the ugly, possessive fire from spreading through his veins, tightening his chest until he could barely breathe.

Look away. Just look away.

But it was impossible. He couldn't stop watching.

Couldn't stop seething.

By the time he was forced onto the ship and thrown into a cell below deck, his emotions were a tangled mess of frustration, resentment, and something else he wasn't sure how to name. But the moment his ass landed on the cold, damp wooden floor, something in him snapped.

It was like whiplash.

He was back on a pirate ship. He was a prisoner. He had no right to feel anything—not bitterness, not jealousy, not the gnawing ache in his chest that had festered like an old wound ever since he saw you again.

Yet he did.

And it pissed him off.

He hated this.

He hated the ropes digging into his chest and wrists, hated the damp, rotting stench of the brig, hated the fact that no matter how much he tried to push you from his thoughts, you remained, taunting him, a ghost from a past he couldn't bury.

It wasn't until after Chan and Binni retreated back upstairs did you come down to greet him.

Alone.

Your boots barely made a sound against the wooden planks as you dropped down the old creaky stairs, your silhouette outlined by the dim glow of the lantern behind you. Jisung stayed silent, watching, waiting.

Then, finally, he spoke, unable to hold it any longer.

"Long time no see, Princess."

The moment the word left his mouth, he saw the shift in you.

It was instant, like watching a storm roll in over calm waters. Your body tensed, fingers curling into fists at your sides as your breath hitched—just barely, but he caught it. The way your shoulders squared, the rigid set of your jaw, the fire that flickered behind your eyes—Jisung had seen you angry before, but this was different.

This was lethal.

You cursed under your breath, a string of words he was sure would make even the most hardened of sailors flinch.

And then, you turned, the movement sharp, controlled, as if you were forcing yourself to stay composed.

"It's Captain, actually," you corrected, your tone edged with steel before you pivoted and strode back towards the stairs.

But Jisung wasn't done.

Something flared up in his chest, causing him to speak out once more.

"Oh, come on, Y/N. You don't think I'd recognize Foucher and Madeleine's daughter when I see her?"

You stopped dead in your tracks.

Jisung barely had time to brace himself before you turned, your expression unreadable, but the fury in your eyes was unmistakable.

He knew he should stop. He knew pushing you any further was a dangerous game, but that had never stopped him before.

So he smirked, an attempt to mask the tears that threatened to well up along his waterline.

"You may have changed your hair, but I'd know you anywhere, Darling. You forget the days we once spent together naked in your be—"

The dagger came before the words fully left his mouth.

A flash of silver, a whisper of steel slicing through the air, barely missing the bars of his enclosure, and then— a sharp sting.

Jisung flinched as the blade skimmed his cheek, embedding itself into the wooden wall behind him. He barely registered the shallow cut before his gaze snapped back to you.

Your expression was cold, furious, but beneath it—something else. Something raw, something wounded.

"I don't know who you think I am, thief," you seethed, voice low, dangerous, "but I can assure you, I am not a Princess, nor am I related to Jarl Foucher in any way."

Jisung faltered.

For the first time, doubt crept in.

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe the person before him wasn't the girl he once knew, the girl he once—maybe even still—loved. You looked like her, but the fire in your eyes wasn't the same warmth he remembered. This fire was cruel, unforgiving.

But then—

The right side of your nose twitched.

It was small, barely noticeable, but to him, it was everything.

And just like that, he knew.

It was you.

"Y/N I—"

He barely got the words out before you had opened the cell and were flying towards him.

The impact was so sudden, knocking him against the wall, his back colliding with the wooden panels hard enough to make him grunt. Your arm was firm against his chest, pinning him in place, and before he could react, you had yanked the dagger from the wall and pressed it against his throat.

Jisung swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing against the cool edge of the blade.

Your face was inches from his, close enough that he could see the fine tremor in your lips, the way your lashes clumped together from unshed tears. Close enough to smell the salt and rum lingering on your breath.

"Listen to me carefully, Asshole."

Jisung's pulse roared in his ears.

"Nobody on this ship except for me and Lino—" you sneered, eyes raking over him with pure disdain, "—and now you, knows who I am. Nobody knows of my past, or of my relation to Foucher and Chan, and I would prefer to keep it that way."

The dagger pressed in just enough to draw another bead of blood.

Jisung hissed.

"If you so much as open your mouth to any of my men, I promise my next throw won't be so forgiving." your voice dropped, barely above a whisper, and yet it held more venom than any shouted threat. "Do I make myself clear?"

For a moment, Jisung said nothing.

He just stared.

Stared at the woman before him—the woman who was once his entire world, now looking at him as if she wanted nothing more than to see him dead.

And fuck—

If that didn't hurt more than the damn blade at his throat.

When he still didn't answer, you shoved him again, your strength surprising for your size. "Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?"

Jisung exhaled sharply.

"...Crystal."

Satisfied, you stepped back, wiping your blade on the fabric of your pants like he was nothing more than filth.

"I was considering untying you," you mused, voice eerily even. "But I think I'll leave the rope on as punishment for managing to piss me off withing ten minutes of stepping foot on my damn ship."

And with that, you were gone.

Jisung let out a slow, shaky breath.

Who were you?

And why, despite everything, was he still so goddamn drawn to you?

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Sharing the heck out of this because it’s so delicious 🫠🫠🫠🫠

Pairing: Bang Chan/f!Reader, OT8/f!Reader

Summary: You start off as just Chan’s beloved girlfriend and end up in bed with all the members. It’s very smutty. I’m a little concerned for myself.

Tags: Smut, a little fluff, member x member action, unprotected p in v, not discussed but reader is on birth control, free use reader, consensual somnophilia discussed but not shown, cum eating, double vaginal penetration, mentioned anal between multiple members

A/N: I was originally going to submit this to @daydreams-after-dark for her birthday month, but then it got away from me (by so much) so I’m posting it and tagging her instead. It was sparked by one of the anons who sent in a scenario about being passed around the whole group.

So, Sorsha, firstly, Happy Birthday month! Secondly, I am so sorry for the loss in your family. It's hard any time of year, but for me personally, it always hit just a little harder around the holidays. I am so sorry you're going through this.

But, for a bit of distraction and birthday gift:

Picture this – you’re Chan’s girlfriend and he adores you, wants to give you absolutely anything and everything he has the capability of providing. He also loves to help his members, we all know that. So one night, after he’s fucked you stupid, you’ve lost track of exactly how many times he made you come, and you’re seconds away from falling asleep, your tongue is less guarded than usual and you confess to a fantasy about being a fuck toy for all the boys. He doesn’t get a chance to ask about it because you fall asleep before you finish your sentence.

He has an early schedule the next day, the kind where he leaves before you even wake up, and he can’t focus because now, every time he looks at the boys, he’s picturing them fucking you and he is a little surprised by how far from upset he is about it. This wasn’t something that had occurred to him and if it had, he might’ve thought he’d be too jealous to want it. But now, every time he hears their voices or glances over at them, he’s wondering if you’ll make the same sounds for them that you make for him. And if the dance they’re practicing has body rolls in it? Forget it, he’s gone. More than once he’s had to make them leave a room ahead of him so he can get his dick under control.

That evening, he gets back to your apartment completely frazzled and on edge. He doesn’t know if he wants to fuck you first, to get himself partly under control, or if he needs to talk to you about your confession. Somewhat unsurprisingly, considering the state you were in, he has to remind you of what you said. You don’t deny it, but now you look a little scared of his reaction. Is he gonna be all possessive like he gets sometimes? Does he think you’re disgusting? Does he think you’ve cheated on him? These thoughts are racing so fast in your head, that you don’t immediately notice how hard he is from thinking about it. A short while later, he has you on your back, buried deep in your cunt and he starts asking for more about this fantasy of yours.

You fell asleep, but I think there was more, wasn’t there baby?

Promise you won’t be mad?

How could I be mad at you?

It takes a while, but you get it all out. I want them to use me, whenever they want. Like when I’m wearing the necklace you gave me so you can fuck me whenever, wherever. I wanna do that for them too. Let them fuck me when I’m asleep after a long day like you do. Call me to the dance studio or recording studio ‘cause something’s not going right so you’re all stressed. Cockwarm Lixie or Minnie while he’s gaming. Fuck everybody during movie night. Ride Binnie’s thigh after a workout, when he’s still all sweaty. Let Jinnie paint me naked, then fuck him.

He can’t deny the way every scenario you bring up brings him closer to his own orgasm. After, when he’s laying on top of you, both trying to catch your breath, you whisper, most afraid of this part because you’re afraid he’ll think you think he’s not good enough. I’ll be happy with that, but I’d like to date them too, if they wanted.

You spend the next week or so talking about it, discussing boundaries – of which there are few and depend entirely on the individual guys – and how exactly you’re going to seduce each of them. You agree to a one-at-a-time approach, instead of just offering yourself up in the group chat, which had been your initial idea.

Jeongin, being Chan’s roommate, is first. The two of you “forget” when he’s going to be back so he “accidentally” walks in on you fucking in the living room. You reach out to him and Chan verbally invites him to join you and you get to learn exactly how good those fingers you’ve fantasied about feel in your pussy and your mouth while he fucks you.

Felix is next. You’re not sure what Chan told him to convince him to come over to your place instead of Chan’s, but they walk into your apartment for dinner together that turns into you splayed out on the kitchen table with Felix eating you for dinner and then confessing he’s had a fantasy about being between the two of you, one you’re both thrilled to fulfill for him.

Hyunjin was a little tricky. You weren’t sure he would go for it the same way Jeongin and Felix did, so you took him out first, seduced him slowly. Gentle touches to his arm or the nape of his neck the whole time you’re in the art museum, thighs pressed together at dinner after. He’s frazzled, feeling super awkward, and unsure what to think by the time you get to your apartment and then shocked when Chan asks how your date went, like it’s totally normal to date your friend’s girlfriend. The awkwardness vanishes the second you’re straddling his hips and sinking onto his cock, Chan watching from the chair in the corner of the room.

The gym the boys use at the company is being remodeled, really just getting new equipment so it’ll only be down for about two days. But Changbin’s complaining about not getting his cardio in on the right day, and how he doesn’t want to go for a run outside in the rain. So Chan suggests a different form of cardio. Which is how you find yourself face down, ass up, while the pair of them take turns until you’re a drooling, cum filled mess.

Seungmin is a bit more like Hyunjin, he’s not going to just jump into bed with you. He needs to be seduced and shown that he’s wanted first. He’s insecure, particularly if he starts comparing himself to the other members. So you look up schedules and plan to take him to a baseball game. He agrees, but calls Chan a few minutes later saying I think your girlfriend just asked me on a date.  She totally did. Did you not want to go out with her, ‘cause you should tell her now, she’s already picking out her outfit. His mouth goes dry at the shirt tight enough to show an imprint of your lace bra and short skirt combo you come out in when he comes to pick you up. You don’t know much about baseball, but he’s thrilled to explain it to you. And while, with a voice like his, you could happily listen to him read the dictionary to you, you love the look on his face when he’s explaining something he’s passionate about. Back at his apartment, the first round is just you two, but he takes a few videos to send to Chan. Then Lix gets home and joins you both.

There’s only Minho and Jisung left and you’re pretty sure you should go after them as a pair. You have all the others together, asking their opinions as well, and most of them agree, they’ve been called chopsticks before for a reason after all. Talking about it has gotten them all worked up though, which you’ve found isn’t a difficult thing to do. So, after settling on a straight forward date plan where you and Chan explain the whole thing to them first, Binnie has you held in the air, your back to his chest, his hands gripping your thighs and holding them open so the others can see exactly how well he splits you open. And so he can show off his strength. Felix, who’s sex drive seems to perfectly match yours, is already a whimpering mess on the couch before he sinks to the floor and crawls over to Hyunjin to suck his cock.

That is, naturally, when Jisung and Minho decide to wander into Chan and Jeongin’s apartment. You vaguely heard the commotion but, being too absorbed in Changbin, you didn’t really register what Chan and Jeongin tell the other two. After Binnie cums, filling you up, he passes you to Seungmin, who let’s you splay out on the floor with a perfect view of Jisung and Minho over his shoulders. Minho is pressed against Jisung’s back, one arm wrapped around his middle, lips close to his ear. You can’t hear what he’s saying, but you can see the effect it’s having on him. You watch Jisung’s eyes go glassy, his mouth drops open and little whines slip out. His hips roll forward, seemingly without his conscious control. Minho, meanwhile, has the wickedest smirk on his face, staring straight at you the whole time. It’s his eyes you’re looking into when you cum on Seungmin’s cock.

As soon as Seungmin moves, Minho lets go of Jisung who is on his belly, face between your thighs so fast you’re impressed he didn’t fall. Your thighs clench around his head and that seems to spur him on more, licking Changbin and Seungmin’s cum out of you faster. You hear whimpering above you and turn to see it’s coming from Felix, whose eyes are glued to Jisung and who looks rather jealous. Before you can say anything, Chan catches it too and you recognize the glint in his eyes. It’s going to be a long, but very happy night.

And it is. You don’t really hear the exact words Chan says, but the gist of it is that they’re going to pass you around and each of the eight of them is going to cum inside you. Then, Felix and Jisung are going to eat it out of you. You can’t tell who’s more turned on by that – you, Felix, or Jisung. After that, things get a little hazy for you. There are so many hands on you and you never go for more than a minute without a cock filling you.

Jisung slides into you as soon as he’s licked you clean. He doesn’t last long, but you already came on his tongue, so you don’t even notice that you didn’t come on his cock. At some point Jeongin has you bent over the coffee table, thrusting into you from behind. Chan, because he thinks it’s adorable when you’re completely fucked out, tries to get you to ride him. You manage to roll your hips, but you’re so far gone that he giggles and takes over, thrusting up into you. Felix lays you on your side on the couch, letting you relax as much as you can while he thrusts into you, keeping one leg bent up and over his legs so you’re on display for the others. You know, because you can taste it when he kisses you, that he’s sucked off at least one person other than Hyunjin. Part of you is sorry you missed that. You don’t remember when Changbin and Seungmin fuck you again, but you know they did. You heard Binnie grunting in your ear and calling you Bunny. You think that might have been after Jeongin, still bent over the coffee table. You know Seungmin likes to see your face, so that had to have been him on the couch, after Felix, with your knees pressed to your chest.

You know, because you heard it, that both Felix and Jisung have each been fucked at least once, probably twice. You vaguely think someone fucked Jisung when he was inside you. You want to make a mental note to make sure you can watch that next time, but the thought is pushed right out of your head.

Then Minho’s sliding into you on the couch wondering how a slut who’s already taken so much cock can still be so tight. Hey Hyune, got an idea, come here. Then Hyunjin’s fingers are sliding into you beside Minho’s cock and you’re so full, you don’t think you could be fuller, but you’re wrong. You practically scream when Hyunjin slowly slides his cock into your pussy, sliding alongside Minho’s. They let you adjust before setting a punishing, alternating rhythm.

Felix is already on his back on the floor, when first Hyunjin then Minho cums. Minho holds you up, supporting your upper body as he slides you down so you can sit on Felix’s face. You can’t see it, but you can feel their combined cum oozing out of you and into Felix’s waiting mouth. Judging from the sounds under and around you, it must look obscenely good. Then you feel Jisung’s tongue join Felix’s. You grip Minho, digging your nails into his arms as the pair wring one final orgasm from you.

You collapse and Minho gently maneuvers you to the floor between Felix and Jisung. The trio of you, gasping for breath and in a hazy, post-sex space that you love, lay there and wait for the others. Chan and Minho are giving out instructions. Hyunjin’s sent upstairs to run a warm bath. Seungmin and Jeongin are tasked with getting drinks and food and bringing them up to the bathroom, though they bring out a water bottle for everyone first. Chan helps you sit up and drink the water. Then he, Changbin, and Minho are carrying you, Felix, and Jisung upstairs to the bath.

Gentle hands are washing you, Felix is cuddled into your chest and Jisung is fighting sleep where he’s cuddled against Felix.

You, babygirl, are a genius Chan says to you, kissing your forehead and tucking you into bed between Felix and Jisung, after convincing the trio of you to eat some of the food Seungmin and Jeongin bring up.

[moonlightndaydreams]

Jisung coded fr. 🫠🫠🫠

That nonsexual intimacy of just being in each other's spaces, of gravitating towards each other, always subconsciously reaching out to each other. Finding comfort and satisfaction in being close to each other, breathing each other in, existing together.

[moonlightndaydreams]

Handsome pair

[moonlightndaydreams]

MIRROR

Pairing: Changbin x female reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, over stimulation, sexual intercourse, body dysmorphia, low self esteem Swearing there is a tone of adult content in this fic please be cautious.

Summary:Struggling with self-hatred was something you had mastered over the years, but everything changed when you met Changbin. His presence sparked a flicker of hope that someone might actually love you. One day, as you stood in front of the mirror, lost in an all-too-familiar spiral of self-doubt, Changbin walked in on you as you criticized your body.

"Look at you", he says, sliding his hand along your side, brushing so lightly along your hip, stopping right as his fingertips touch the side of your breasts. 

Your gaze is fixed ahead, reflecting at you in the expansive surface of a full-length mirror. You study your reflection intently, the question lingering in the air, “How could you ever believe I am ashamed of you?” He tilts his head slightly, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he tenderly places soft kisses along the delicate curve behind your ears, each touch filled with affection and reassurance.

He hesitates, allowing a moment of silence to hang between them, his curiosity piqued by the unspoken question in his mind. "My wife," he murmurs, pressing gentle kisses along the delicate curve of your shoulder blades, his lips warm against your skin. "My beautiful... intelligent... wife," he continues, his fingers gliding down the smooth surface of your stomach, pausing just above the gentle rise of your pelvic bone. "I want you to see yourself the way I see you," he whispers, his voice low and tender as he places another kiss on your shoulder, a promise woven into each touch.

It has always perplexed you how someone like you could end up with a man as soft and undeniably attractive as Changbin. From the first moment you looked at him, his warm smile and twinkling eyes drew you in like a moth to a flame. When you finally mustered the courage to bring him home to meet your mother, the look on her face was priceless—her eyes widened in disbelief. For a moment, you feared she might faint out of shock at the delightful presence standing before her.

The day he proposed was another whirlwind of emotions. You were convinced he had utterly lost his mind as he knelt, ring in hand. The words slipped from his lips, and you spent a good moment in stunned silence, trying to wrap your head around the reality of what was happening. And now, here you are, standing in the middle of your bedroom, utterly exposed and vulnerable—physically naked before him, but even more so before your insecurities.

As you gaze at your reflection in the mirror, the person looking back is both familiar and foreign, abstract and concrete. The room is tinged with a sense of longing and desire, and yet, there is an unsettling tension as you confront your worst enemy: your self-doubt. His fingertips graze your skin with such gentle grace, igniting a thrilling spark that sends shivers racing down your spine. How he brushes against you feels electric, an irresistible dance of sensation that enhances every nerve ending. The air is thick with an intoxicating blend of passion and vulnerability, and you can't help but feel alive, your skin sizzling under his delicate yet fervent touch.

"Come on, just tell me, y/n... what was it you were saying before I cut you off?" Changbin's fingers gently trace circles on your stomach, his gaze locked onto yours, filled with a teasing intensity.

You feel a flutter of nerves at his touch, stuttering out a response, "I-I wasn't saying anything." But the shiver that runs through you betrays your words, hinting at the tension hanging in the air between you two.

"It didn't sound like nothing", Bringing his hand back up to just under your breast. "I hate that you think I'm ashamed of you…of this beautiful body." Cupping your breast in his hand, he begins to tease your nipple. 

"I'm S-sorry", you breathe. "I didn't mean for you to overhear that", you continue as you bite your bottom lip. 

"I'm going to show you…..what exactly about you I am absolutely crazy for?" Bringing his fingers to your mouth. "I want you to watch as I fuck you….can you do that?" His fingers now circled your throbbing clit. Changbin had this way of making you completely forget about the world. Nodding your head, you begin to relax against his chest. 

"Look at the way your body fits me so perfectly" his lips are pressed against your ear. "Spread your legs a little more for me" he kisses your ear, rowing as he says it, allowing his fingers access to enter you. "Look how wet you get for me….I fucking love it", pumping two fingers inside you as his other hand massages your breast. Your hips not being able to help but grind against his clothes crotch.

Your mouth parts slightly as you let out a small moan "The sounds you make are like music to my ears", he begins to kiss down your neck. 

"Bin….please", you moan as he pinches your nipple. Bending your body down just enough for Changbin to palm your clit “shit", you grunt as you can feel yourself tipping over the edge. 

"Y/n", he growled, your head flicking up to see your reflection in the mirror. "I want you to see how beautiful you look coming undone around my fingers", rolling your eyes to the back of your head as he hits the perfect spot with his fingers. The edge of bliss reaches closer as his other hand traces along your lower stomach, and his fingers continue to dip inside you. 

Watching Changbin finger fuck you in the full-length mirror is one of the hottest things to happen to you. A shiver washes over your body as you get ready to release all over his fingers. 

Just as you are about to reach your climax, his fingers slide out of your clenching pussy. "Spread your legs wider and lean forward", the tone in his voice flipping into seriousness; you spread your legs wider, arching your body forward as you hear his pants unzipping. Licking your lips with anticipation, he glances up to look at you in the mirror, "I can't believe your mine", he says, slapping his dick on each thigh. 

You feel his tip brush against your entrance, moving slowly at first before pushing in. His grip on your hips tightens as he thrusts harder and faster, his moans becoming louder with each thrust. You feel your body shake in pleasure as you reach an intense orgasm. He follows soon after, his body trembling as he releases his load inside of you. 

“Listen to me,” he says, wrapping his hands around your throat and pulling your body up against his “The next time you feel ashamed”, his lips pressed to your ear “, I want you to think about my come, dripping out of your freshly fucked cunt….do I make myself clear.” 

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[moonlightndaydreams]

2025 and I'm still waiting for a second part of the skz ghosts fanfic. JAJAJJAJAJA

(I love your fanfics 💞)

I will try to write something soon. I’m behind in a couple of fics, but I will def try to write a sequel at some point.

[moonlightndaydreams]

you were the first person i fllwdd

I love you 🫶

[moonlightndaydreams]

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been on here, but just have to say Han fucking Jisung has taken things to another level lately. How dare he?! Also he’d better not stop.

[moonlightndaydreams]

Thank you so much for the fic rec… love you 🥰🥰🥰

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