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hiii, im juts here to say that that ihave a long flight and i wont be able to publish Hans KARMA series fanfic today, i will publish it tomorrow along with Felixs

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Good grief wtf was that??

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well, if you didnt like it, you dont have to read it. i make an effort to write a fanfic every day, even though sometimes i dont have the time or desire to do it, but i still write it to continue with the series that i told you i was going to do. if you didnt like it, then dont read it. dont spam my inbox with hate comments

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His Obsession, My Ruin

paring: idol!hyunjin x fem!reader

gender: smut

word count: 857

warnings: obsession, possessive behavior, slight choking, dominance play, dirty talk, mirror sex, sex without protection, creampie

KARMA Serie

You met him in a context you never should have. He was Hyunjin, the boy everyone looked up to on stage with that mix of artistry and arrogance, the beauty impossible to ignore. And you… you were just in the background, a shadow among the team, someone who shouldn't have caught his eye.

But you did. And from then on, his gaze never left you.

At first, it was just those brief encounters in the company's hallways, his eyes burning into you completely, his smile too sharp to seem innocent. Then came the insistence: messages you didn't remember giving permission to receive, calls at times when you knew no one should be listening, and that way of always appearing close. As if he were waiting for you.

"Why do you always run away?" His voice was soft, but dangerous, like a knife wrapped in silk. "It's not right…" you replied, your throat tight. "And what does right matter?"

Hyunjin was the kind of man who turned the forbidden into an irresistible trap. And even though a part of you screamed not to let him get close, your body was already giving in.

That night in the practice room, when everyone had left, he locked the door. The music still played softly from the speakers, illuminated by the dim emergency light. Sweat glistened on his skin, his hair plastered to his face after hours of rehearsing. He leaned in, so close that your back brushed against the cold mirror.

"Look at me…" he ordered, his voice husky.

Your lips parted, but not a word came out. His hand moved slowly closer, caressing your neck, squeezing just enough for you to feel his dominance.

"You know you can't resist me. You try, but you always end up here. With me."

And he was right. Your hands clutched at his black T-shirt as his lips crashed against yours in a desperate, wet kiss, filled with a need that tore you apart. Hyunjin kissed as if he were claiming you, as if you were his even before he'd even decided.

His tongue invaded your mouth, hungrily, while his body crushed you against the mirror. One of his hands lowered to your waist, squeezing tightly, and the other rose to tangle in your hair, pulling it to tilt your head and have you more exposed.

"So mine…" he murmured against your mouth. "Do you know how many times I've imagined making you scream?"

His hand descended without asking permission, slipping under your skirt, brazenly brushing against your damp underwear. You let out a breathy moan that he devoured with a satisfied smile.

"You're soaked just for me," he whispered, his eyes shining with obsession. "I didn't even start it yet."

The stroke of his fingers was slow, cruel, playing with your clit through the fabric. The friction made you gasp for air, your legs trembled, but Hyunjin didn't stop. On the contrary, he enjoyed every shudder, every sound he drew from you.

"Say it," he demanded, increasing the pressure. "Tell me you want me inside you."

You bit your lip, resisting the urge to give in so easily. But when he slid a finger under the fabric and ran it over your hot, wet entrance, your body betrayed you.

"Hyun… please…"

That "please" was his victory. With a swift movement, you stood up, forcing your legs around his waist. He carried you to the studio floor, the mirror reflecting the forbidden image of you both.

You felt him release his erection, hard and throbbing, and your breath caught in a strangled gasp. He brushed the tip against your entrance, barely pressing, like a punishment.

“You shouldn’t let me in,” he whispered against your ear, his voice cracking with desire. “But you’re going to, because no one else can touch you.”

And with one deep thrust, he filled you at once. The initial pain mixed with an overwhelming pleasure that made you gasp. Hyunjin gave you no room to adjust, moving hard, each thrust demanding more of you.

The sound of his skin against yours filled the room, mingling with your muffled moans. His gaze, fixed on you through the mirror, captured you: dark, dilated eyes that seemed to promise both ecstasy and destruction.

“Look at you…” he gasped, gripping your jaw so you couldn’t look away from the reflection. “Breaking you for me. Only for me.”

His thrusts grew faster, rawer, and your body trembled beneath him. Your nails scratched his back, marking him, as you felt the heat pool in your belly.

"Say my name. Say it as I cum inside you."

And you said it. You screamed it, lost in the vertigo of the orgasm that shattered you, as Hyunjin sank deeper, moaning against your neck before spilling into you, with no intention of letting you escape.

Your legs trembled, your body still gripped by spasms. And he, still inside you, kissed your jaw with sickening tenderness, whispering:

"You're mine. Even if the world says you aren't. Even if you want to run away. You'll never be able to."

And you knew. That this dangerous obsession would never let you go.

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Lost and Taken

paring: idol!changbin x fem!reader

gender: smut

word count: 1010

warnings: dirty talk, humiliation, public sex, idol x fan dinamic, fingering (fem reciving), sex witout protection (dont), creampie

KARMA Serie

The roar of the crowd hit you before you even stepped into the arena. Lights flashed in sync with the pounding bass, and waves of fans screamed for him—Changbin, the idol you had somehow gotten obsessed with over the last few months. You weren’t supposed to be here, not backstage, not anywhere near him, but tonight had a different plan.

You were lost, searching for the bathrooms after a drink, weaving through corridors lined with security doors and staff who ignored you. The smell of sweat, perfume, and cheap alcohol hit your senses, making your pulse race. You knew the risk—anyone could catch you—but the thrill of possibly running into him made your stomach twist in a delicious, anxious way.

And then, just when you rounded a corner, he was there.

Changbin. In person. Standing against a wall, hair slightly messy from performing, shirt clinging to his body, sweat gleaming under the harsh backstage lights. His eyes widened, catching sight of you.

“What are you doing back here?”

You froze, your heart hammering. “Uh… I—I was just looking for the bathrooms,” you stammered, heat rising to your cheeks.

He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming, and the faintest smirk tugged at his lips. “Bathrooms? Or looking for me?”

You swallowed hard, nerves turning into something else entirely. “Maybe… a little of both.”

The smirk became a grin, dark and teasing now. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’re reckless, you know that? You could get in so much trouble… but God, you look so tempting right now.”

Before you could answer, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Gentle at first, testing, surprised at your boldness. Then his hands were on your waist, fingers digging in, pulling you flush against him. Your knees threatened to give out when you felt him pressing against you, the hardness of his erection undeniable.

“You shouldn’t be doing this… not here… not me,” he whispered, teeth grazing your jaw. “But you look so good, so needy… I can’t stop myself.”

A shiver ran down your spine. “Changbin… I—I can’t either.”

The sweetness in his tone was still there, the almost-gentle idol persona, but as soon as he caught the desperate look in your eyes, it shifted. That teasing, cocky edge you’d seen in videos, the kind that made your stomach drop, took over.

“God, you’re dripping just for me, huh? Right here, backstage… you little slut,” he murmured, sliding a hand between your thighs. Your breath hitched, nails digging into his chest.

He laughed low and cruelly, enjoying the effect he had on you. “Do you even realize how wrong this is? Everyone could walk in at any second, and you’d still be mine. All mine.”

Your hands fisted in his shirt as he pushed you gently against the wall. He bent his head, lips brushing against your neck, whispering filthy things that made your knees weaken.

“Tell me your name,” he demanded, voice husky.

You blinked, surprised. “Y/N…”

“Y/N,” he repeated, a dark chuckle vibrating against your skin. “Pretty name… for my dirty little secret.”

His hands slid under your shirt, tracing your curves, thumbs brushing your nipples through your bra. The warmth of his touch, the thrill of the risk, made your back arch. You gasped, and he smirked against your lips.

“You’re so wet for me… do you know how good that feels? God, I’ve wanted this all night.”

The first thrust of his fingers inside you made you cry out, muffled against his shoulder. His other hand gripped your hip, holding you steady as he fucked you with his fingers, teasing and circling your clit, while his lips claimed yours again.

“You like being naughty, huh? You like sneaking around, getting caught… and all for me,” he growled, lips brushing your ear. “Say it. Say how much you want me.”

“I… I want you, Changbin… so much,” you whimpered, heat pooling between your thighs.

“Good girl,” he praised, biting gently at your shoulder before moving lower, teasing over your jaw, your neck, until his teeth grazed your earlobe. “I want to feel every inch of you, right here. Right now.”

He spun you slowly, pressing you flush against the wall again. His hand slid between your legs, sliding your panties aside as he positioned himself. The first thrust hit, and your scream was muffled against his shoulder, body trembling violently.

“You’re so tight… so perfect. All mine, do you understand? Mine,” he growled, hips snapping against you in a rhythm that made your vision blur.

“Yes… only yours!” you cried, unable to hold back the desperate, filthy confession.

His hands were everywhere, controlling, possessive. One hand gripped your neck, the other held your waist as he thrust into you relentlessly. Every word he spoke was dripping with ownership, teasing, humiliation—the perfect mix to drive you completely over the edge.

“Such a naughty little thing… letting me fuck you backstage. Right here. Everyone could see. But you’re mine. Only mine,” he whispered, lips against your ear, teeth grazing your skin.

Your body convulsed around him, an orgasm ripping through you before he even slowed. He groaned low, burying himself inside you, and spilled with a shudder, hips jerking violently. You trembled against him, sticky, spent, and utterly his.

He held you a moment longer, chest pressed to yours, breathing hard. Then, brushing a strand of hair from your damp face, he whispered, “You belong to me now, Y/N. And no one else will ever get you. Got it?”

“Yes… only you,” you murmured, collapsing against the wall, still dizzy from the intensity of it all.

Changbin smirked, his hands finally easing away, though his presence still burned into you like fire. “Good girl… now, next time, don’t get lost looking for the bathroom unless you’re ready to pay the price.”

You gulped, knowing deep down that you’d never forget this night, and that the danger, the thrill, the forbidden excitement… had only just begun.

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Off Limits

paring: lee know x femreader

gender: smut

word count: 1.8k (1826)

warnings: reader little sister of minho best friend, oral sex (men reciving), sex without protection (dont), sligh public sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, degradation, creampie, geting caught

KARMA Serie

The living room was dim, lit only by the glow of the television. It was one of those nights when your brother had insisted they all stay overnight after practice, because the group was exhausted and no one felt like returning to the dorms.

You, however, had been enjoying the juiciest detail of it all: Lee Know was in your living room. He, as always, sat upright, silent, with that serious face that never showed too much emotion. So proper, so difficult to read, so impossible to reach. And, precisely because of that, you were unable to resist the temptation to bother him.

You knew what you were doing. You'd been doing it for months. You looked at him more than necessary, you got too close when your brother wasn't around, you made comments that bordered on the innocent. Because Minho was the kind of man who would never cross that line, right? Your brother's best friend, the one who always kept control, the one who barely spoke to you except for a curt "hello."

That night, you decided to up the ante.

When your brother fell asleep in his room, you found him in the kitchen, pouring himself some water. You were wearing a loose T-shirt that surely once belonged to your brother, and shorts that were too short. You leaned against the door, watching him drink, and smiled cheekily.

"Always so serious, Minho?" you asked, letting your voice sound softer than usual, more charged with meaning.

He didn't even turn around; he just placed the glass in the sink. "You should be sleeping."

"And miss the chance to be a little bored?" You took a few steps forward until you were beside him, leaning in close enough for him to feel your closeness. "You always act like nothing's happening… but I know it is."

Minho clenched his jaw. His silence was what amused you the most, because you knew that behind that calm was a contained storm. He glanced at you quickly, as if that second had lasted too long.

"Don't start." His voice came out low, sharp.

You, of course, started it. You leaned against the counter, so close that your arm brushed his. You stared at him, with that innocent smile that fooled no one. "What's wrong? Do I have to remind you that I'm 'untouchable' just because I'm your best friend's sister?"

The silence that followed was thick, dangerous. He looked away, as if that would help him ignore the poison in your words. You knew you were pushing him right to the limit, and you were enjoying it too much.

"You don't know what you're talking about." His voice was harsher now.

"Of course I know." You leaned in, close enough so that your lips brushed the edge of his jaw without actually kissing it. "I see you. I know how you look at me when you think I'm not noticing."

The air grew heavy. You could feel his breathing quicken, though he tried to hide it. The cold, distant, disciplined Minho… was wavering.

That's when you tried to pull back, as if you wanted to win this little game with an "I was in charge here" smile. But he held your wrist tightly, preventing you from taking another step. His eyes met yours, dark, without that imperturbable mask.

"You don't understand what you're doing." His voice was a low, almost broken growl.

"Yes, I understand," you whispered, challenging him, with a hint of provocation in your eyes. "That's why I'm doing it."

That was the line that broke. In a second, Minho pushed you against the counter, trapping you in his arms. The coldness disappeared; what looked at you now was pure, suppressed desire, dangerous, forbidden.

"You're unbearable." His breath crashed against your mouth, his lips brushing yours without fully yielding. "I should get away from you."

"Then do it," you whispered brazenly. "Get away."

He didn't. His lips finally fell on yours with suppressed fury, a kiss that burned and hurt from how desperate it was. The seriousness that defined him had shattered into a thousand pieces; what remained was a man who had been holding back for too long.

Your hands sought him urgently, pulling at his shirt, pulling him closer. The kiss was chaotic, desperate, as if you both knew you shouldn't be doing this, and that in itself made it all the more irresistible.

"This is wrong," he panted against your mouth, but didn't let go. His hands had gripped your waist, pulling you against him as if he couldn't stop.

"So…" you kissed him back with the same hunger, biting his lower lip. "Let's make it even worse."

And in that instant, you knew there was no turning back.

Lee Know let go of you for just a second, long enough to turn you around and push you harder against the counter. His hands slid under your shirt, grazing your skin with an intensity that made you gasp. He lifted you easily, sitting you on the counter, and positioned himself between your legs, pressing his body against yours. You could feel every contour of his body, hard and firm, against yours.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered against your neck, his voice a low growl that vibrated through your skin.

You tilted your head back, giving him full access, and smiled wickedly. "No," you replied, your voice barely a whisper, but thick with defiance.

Lee Know gently bit your neck, and you moaned, arching your body toward him. His hands moved urgently, lifting your shirt and removing it completely. He left you in your bra, and his eyes darkened as he looked at you, as if he wanted to devour you. He gently pushed you, forcing you to lie back on the counter, and leaned over you, his body covering yours.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice full of possessiveness.

You laughed, a husky sound filled with desire. "What if I don't want to be yours?"

Lee Know looked at you, his eyes burning with lust and something else, something deeper and more dangerous. "Too late," he murmured, and his mouth found yours again, in a kiss that stole all the air from your lungs.

His hands moved to your back, unclasping your bra with a skill that made you moan. He removed it, and his hands found your breasts, fondling them, squeezing them, making your nipples harden beneath his touch. You arched into him, needing more, wanting more.

Minho pulled back slightly, his lips trailing kisses down your neck, your collarbone, until his mouth found your breast. He licked you, bit you gently, and you cried out, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Minho, please," you begged, your voice filled with need.

He lifted his head, his eyes dark and full of desire. "Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice hard and commanding.

You bit your lip, your eyes defiant. "I want you. All of you."

Minho smiled, a dangerous smile full of promise. "Then take me," he murmured, and lifted you up, pulling your shorts and panties off in one motion.

He laid you completely naked on the counter and looked down at you, his eyes scanning every inch of your body. He removed his own shirt, revealing a firm, muscular torso, and then unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his erection.

"You're perfect," he murmured, his voice full of admiration.

You reached out, stroking his length, feeling him harden even further beneath your touch. Minho moaned, his head falling back, and you took the opportunity to slide off the counter, kneeling in front of him.

"Let me," you whispered, and leaned down, taking his length into your mouth.

Minho yelled, his hands tangling in your hair, guiding you, controlling you. You moved over him, licking, sucking, tasting, until you felt him tense, his muscles trembling.

"Stop," he growled, pulling you up.

He stood you up, turning you around and pushing you against the counter again. He positioned himself behind you, and you felt his erection pressing against your entrance.

"Tell me to stop," he repeated, his voice a low growl.

You leaned forward, pushing your ass against him, inviting him. "No." "Your voice was firm and full of desire."

Minho entered you in one thrust, filling you completely. You cried out, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as he began to move, his thrusts deep and fast, filled with desperate urgency.

"Mine," he growled, his hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as he fucked you mercilessly.

You moved with him, pushing back, meeting him thrust for thrust, as the pleasure built inside you, threatening to spill over.

"Minho, more," you begged, your voice filled with need.

He obeyed, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, deeper.

"What would your brother think if he saw his little sister moaning like a whore over his best friend's cock?" His words felt like poison, poison that only drove you further to the edge. You couldn't respond to his words because the overstimulation was too much.

"Minho, please," those were the only words that came out of your mouth other than moans.

"Do you want to cum on my cock?" he asked, bringing his thumb to your clit, applying some pressure, but not enough.

"Yes," you replied in a whisper filled with desire.

"Then do it, cum on my cock like the slut you are." Lee know began to move his thumb in circles over your sensitive clit.

Because of the feeling of his cock filling you and his thumb stimulating your clit, it didn't take long for you to begin to feel your orgasm approaching, and you weren't the only one feeling it.

“You're about to cum, aren't you,” Minho said as his thrusts accelerated and his tumb kept stimulating your clit. “Fuck, you feel so fucking tight when you're about to cum.”

And when you came, all you could moan was his name. You could also feel him about to cum too. His cock twitching inside you and his mouth opening in pleasure were telling you that.

“Too much—” the feeling of his cock thrusting in and his thumb still adding pressure was too much.

“Wait a minute, almost there.” And as if those words were a key to his orgasm, you felt him filling you. “Shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to cum inside me.”

“It's okay, actually… I liked it.” And you weren't lying. You loved the feeling of your brother's best friend, so forbidden, painting your walls white.

“Hey, Minho, what's taking you so long? You said you were just going for a glass of water." You heard your brother come in, and Minho tried to get out of you, but it was too late, because when he came in, he saw his best friend inside his little sister while his semen was still coming out of your entrance.

"What the fuck?

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Late Night Rules

paring: bangchan x femreader

gender: smut

word count: 892

warnings: public sex, fingering (fem recibing), sex witout protection (dont), dirty talk, dom!bangchan

KARMA Serie

The practice room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the sound of your labored breathing. The mirrors reflected every drop of sweat on your skin, every twitch of your body as you struggled to keep up with the demanding routine. You were supposed to be focusing—but his presence made it impossible.

Bangchan’s hands gripped your hips, his thumbs pressing just hard enough to leave a memory on your skin. “You’re stiff,” he whispered against your ear, his accent rough, voice husky from exhaustion and something else entirely. “I told you—don’t fight the rhythm. Feel it.”

Your chest heaved. “I–I’m trying,” you stammered, though it sounded more like a plea than a defense.

The corner of his mouth tugged upward, that dangerous smirk that always left you breathless. His fingers trailed up your spine, deliberately slow, making your knees weak. “Trying isn’t enough. I know you can give me more.” His words dripped with double meaning, and you hated how much your body responded.

You shouldn’t be here alone with him. Everyone else had already left. Your brother trusted him to “help” you practice, yet the way Chan’s eyes devoured you in the reflection of the mirror was nothing a brother’s friend should ever allow.

“Let’s take a different approach,” he murmured, spinning you around until your back pressed against the cold glass. His gaze locked with yours, dark and commanding.

“Wh–what kind of approach?” you asked, breath hitching.

“The kind that makes you forget every rule.” His lips crashed against yours before you could protest.

It was nothing like the careful way he acted around the others. This was hungry, reckless. His tongue invaded your mouth, claiming it, while his hands roamed with zero hesitation. His palm slid beneath your shirt, tracing the outline of your bra, his fingers squeezing just enough to make you gasp.

“Chan—” you breathed, but the name left your mouth like a secret you weren’t supposed to say.

“Shh,” he growled, pressing you harder against the mirror. “If anyone knew… if your brother ever found out—” His lips brushed your jaw, your throat, scorching every inch. “But that only makes me want you more.”

The forbidden weight of his words curled low in your stomach. You knew this was dangerous, yet when his hand slid beneath your skirt, parting your thighs, you couldn’t pull away.

“Hold on,” he ordered, guiding your hands to the barre. Your grip tightened until your knuckles turned white as he lifted your skirt higher.

“Fuck, you’re soaked already,” he groaned, sliding two fingers over your panties. The friction made your knees buckle. “Dripping for me when we shouldn’t even be touching… god, you’re dirty, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, heat burning through your cheeks. “I—no, I—”

“Yes, you are.” He tore the flimsy fabric aside, sinking his fingers inside you with no warning. The sudden stretch made your cry echo through the room. “That’s it. Moan for me. Let everyone outside hear how desperate you are.”

“Chan—please—”

“Please what? Use your words,” he demanded, curling his fingers until your body convulsed around him. His thumb rubbed ruthless circles on your clit, making your legs shake violently. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

Your pride shattered under the pressure. “I—I want you to fuck me,” you confessed, broken and needy.

“Good girl,” he growled, pulling his fingers out and shoving them between your lips. “Taste yourself.”

The sinful act made your thighs clench. His pupils dilated watching your tongue obey. He cursed under his breath, unzipping his pants in a rush. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, precum glistening at the tip. He dragged it along your folds, coating himself, making you whimper with every tease.

“Beg me,” he ordered, voice rough.

“Please, Chan… I need it. I need you inside me—”

That was all he needed. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Your scream bounced off the mirrors, your hands gripping the barre so hard your knuckles whitened.

“Shit—you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, snapping his hips hard against you. “Like you were made just for me. Your brother would kill me if he knew I was balls-deep in you right now.”

His words sent a shock of heat straight to your core. Every thrust was deep, punishing, his cock hitting spots that made your vision blur. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the practice room, obscene and loud.

“You feel me here?” he grunted, pressing a hand to your lower stomach as he pounded into you. The pressure made you cry out, clenching harder around him. “Fuck—you’re squeezing me so good I won’t last.”

“I can’t—Chan, I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he snarled, thrusts becoming reckless. “Cum all over my cock like the filthy little slut you are.”

Your orgasm ripped through you, violent and overwhelming, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you screamed his name. He groaned low, thrusting deeper until he spilled inside you, filling you so much you could feel it leaking down your thighs.

He didn’t pull out immediately. Instead, he pressed his sweaty forehead against yours, still buried deep inside you, both of you trembling.

“This is so wrong,” you whispered, breathless.

He smirked, licking the corner of your mouth. “That’s what makes it perfect.”

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Forbidden Especial Serie KARMA

At your request, to celebrate KARMA WEEK I will publish a fanfic until the premiere of KARMA of each member with the Forbidden theme, I hope you like it

Bangchan 15/08/2025

Lee Know 16/08/2025

Changbin 17/08/2025

Hyunjin 18/08/2025

Han 19/08/2025

Felix 20/08/2025

Seungmin 21/08/2025

Jeongin 22/08/2025

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Tomorrow KARMA week starts and to celebrate it im going to post a daily fanfic until August 22nd,i just want to know what you would like

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Trapped With You

paring: changbin x femreader

gender: smut

word count: 1.3 k (1322)

warnings: enemies to lovers, dom!changbin, semipublic sex, fingering (fem reciving), unprotected sex (dont), dirty talk

The elevator doors closed with a soft ding, and suddenly the confined space felt smaller than it had a second ago. You barely had room to move, and neither did Changbin — which made the tension almost unbearable.

“Don’t think you can just ignore me,” he muttered, arms crossed, leaning against the wall like he owned the tiny space.

“Excuse me?” you snapped, glaring at him, trying not to notice how close he was. His shoulder brushed yours and sent a shock straight through you.

“You know what I mean,” he said, smirk tugging at his lips. “All that attitude, all that trash talk… and yet you keep looking at me. Can’t hide it.”

Your cheeks burned, and you opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, his hand brushed yours — just a casual, “oops” kind of touch that lingered far too long.

The elevator jolted as it stopped between floors, the lights flickering, and suddenly it was just the two of you, pressed in this tiny capsule of air and electricity.

“You really think you can keep pretending you don’t want me?” Changbin murmured, leaning closer. His hand slid along the wall behind your head, effectively trapping you.

“I don’t want—” you started, but he silenced you with a rough kiss, one that stole your breath and left your knees weak.

The kiss was demanding, full of heat and assertion, and before you could even process it, his hands were sliding along your sides, fingers teasing the hem of your shirt. You arched into him instinctively, and he groaned, pulling back just enough to look down at you.

“You’re mine now,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t fight it.”

Your hands flew to his chest, pushing and pulling, trying to resist even as your body betrayed you. He pressed against you, dominant and unyielding, his lips finding yours again — this time deeper, rougher.

“Such a stubborn little thing,” he teased, biting gently at your lower lip before tugging it between his teeth. “I love it when you fight me… makes it even hotter.”

Your heart was racing, body trembling as he pressed a hand under your shirt, teasing over your ribs and stomach, sending shivers through you. The other hand cupped your neck, tilting your face up to him.

“You feel so soft… so good,” he murmured, fingers tracing over your waist, sliding lower. “And you’re already wet for me, huh? Admit it.”

“I… I—” you stammered, unable to form words as his hand slipped between your thighs, brushing over your heat, teasing, testing.

Changbin groaned, pressing closer, his bulge pressing against you through his pants. “I’ve wanted this from you since the first time we argued. Can’t believe I’m finally getting you like this.”

His lips found yours again, teeth grazing, tongue teasing. His hand went deeper, two fingers now pressing inside, curling just right, making you whimper and bite at his shoulder.

“Shhh… that’s it, baby,” he whispered, lips against your ear. “You’re mine in here, in this little elevator, and I’m not stopping.”

Every motion, every thrust of his fingers, every brush of his lips, was calculated to make you squirm, gasping, aching. And just when you thought you could take no more, he pulled back, smirk dark and knowing.

“Ready for more?” he teased, pressing his body against yours again. “I’m not done yet.”

The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and without a word, Changbin grabbed your hand, dragging you down the hall. Every step was deliberate, slow, full of promise, until you reached his room. The door clicked shut behind you, plunging the space into privacy.

He turned to face you, eyes dark, smirk playing on his lips. “Finally,” he murmured, pressing you against the door. His hands trailed along your sides, down your thighs, making you shiver.

“Changbin—” you whispered, voice trembling with anticipation and a hint of guilt.

He silenced you with a rough, demanding kiss, one hand sliding into your hair to hold your head, the other trailing down to tease the curve of your hip. “No talking,” he growled. “Not until I say so.”

His lips left yours just long enough to trail down your neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin. Your fingers clutched at his shoulders as he pressed closer, hips grinding slightly against you, the heat between you impossible to ignore.

“God, you’re already soaking,” he murmured, sliding a hand under your shirt to brush against your stomach and sides. His thumb teased over your skin, sending shivers up your spine. “You’ve wanted this, haven’t you?”

“Yes…” you breathed, voice barely audible, body arching into his touch.

He smirked, pressing his body fully against yours, lips finding yours again in a fierce, possessive kiss. His hands worked skillfully, sliding under your shorts, teasing, testing, making you whimper and gasp.

“You’re mine,” he growled, fingers slipping inside you, curling expertly. “Only mine… and you’re going to take it, right here, right now.”

Your hands dug into his shoulders as he moved with precision, dominant and confident, making every nerve in your body ignite. Every kiss, every stroke, every whispered word pushed you closer to the edge.

“And when you cum,” he whispered, teeth grazing your earlobe, “you’ll scream my name so loud no one will ever forget it.”

He didn’t give you a second to catch your breath. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he pushed you back onto the bed, hovering over you, eyes dark with lust. “Look at you… already trembling for me,” he growled, his lips brushing over yours, teasing before biting softly. “You’ve been dying for this ever since we got stuck in that elevator.”

You whimpered, arching into him, desperate for more, and he chuckled low, a sound that made your chest tighten. “Such a brat, thinking you could fight me. You’re mine tonight.”

His hand slid between your thighs, brushing against your wetness, circling, pressing just enough to make your toes curl. “You feel so perfect,” he murmured, lips trailing down your neck, shoulder, collarbone. “All hot and ready… for me. God, I’ve wanted this for so long.”

He moved back up, capturing your lips in a hard, demanding kiss, tongue exploring, teeth grazing, leaving you gasping and biting at him. His fingers worked expertly, sliding inside you with a slow, teasing curl. You moaned, hips lifting instinctively, and he chuckled darkly.

“That’s it,” he said, voice low and rough. “Take it… take all of me. You’re mine, baby, do you understand?”

“Yes, Changbin… I’m yours,” you gasped, gripping his shoulders, body trembling with need.

He smirked, pressing himself fully against you, the tip teasing, brushing, before slowly pushing in. The stretch made you gasp, and he groaned, steadying himself. “Feels so good… so tight. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Wanting me?”

“Yes!” you cried, hips meeting his thrusts instinctively, the room filling with gasps, whispers, and his low growls.

He set a pace, slow at first, savoring the feel of you around him, before building into a relentless rhythm. “That’s it, baby… you’re mine, and I’m not stopping. Say my name!”

“Changbin! Changbin!” you shouted, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure built, faster, hotter, until your body started to shake.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “Mine… all mine. You feel so amazing around me.”

With a final, shuddering thrust, you came undone, crying out his name as your body tightened around him. He followed moments later, groaning low, filling you as he held you close, dragging out every sensation.

After a few moments, he collapsed next to you, still hovering, lips brushing your temple. “Told you,” he murmured, smirking. “You can’t resist me… and I love it.”

You buried your face in his chest, catching your breath, heart racing. “I… I didn’t think—”

“I know,” he said, kissing your hair, “but now you do. And you’ll never forget it.”

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Off Limits

paring: jeongin x hyunjin!littlesister!fem!reader

gender: smut

word count: 1.2 k (1239)

warnings: age gap, fingering (fem reciving), unprotected sex (dont), creampie, dirty talk, top!jeongin

It was supposed to be just a quiet night at Hyunjin’s apartment. A few friends over, music low, leftover pizza on the coffee table.

You were curled up in the corner of the couch, scrolling through your phone when Jeongin dropped into the seat beside you. You’d known him forever — he was Hyunjin’s best friend, practically part of the family — but recently, something about him felt… different. Or maybe it was you who’d changed.

“Hey,” he said casually, leaning back. “Didn’t expect you here tonight.”

You shrugged. “Hyunjin said it was just a hangout. Didn’t think you’d mind.”

His eyes scanned you quickly — the oversized hoodie you wore didn’t quite hide the curve of your bare thighs, the way you kept tucking your hair behind your ear. “Mind? Not at all.” His voice dipped lower. “Just… surprised.”

The night went on. People talked, laughed, drifted into different rooms. And somehow, you and Jeongin kept ending up next to each other — your knees brushing under the table, his hand brushing yours when he passed you a drink.

By the time Hyunjin disappeared into his room to grab something, it was just the two of you in the living room. The silence was almost loud.

Jeongin’s gaze lingered on you. “You know…” he began, shifting closer, “…you shouldn’t sit like that around me.”

You blinked. “Like what?”

“Legs all bare… looking at me like you don’t even realize what you’re doing.” His smirk deepened. “Or maybe you do.”

Your breath caught when his hand came to rest on your knee, warm and steady.

“Jeongin—”

“Shh,” he murmured, leaning in so close his breath ghosted over your ear. “Hyunjin’s little sister, huh? If he knew the kind of thoughts I’ve had about you…” His fingers slid a fraction higher. “…he’d kill me.”

You should’ve pulled away. Instead, you swallowed hard, heat rushing to your cheeks. “What kind of thoughts?”

That smirk again — sharper now. “Ones where you’re under me. Saying my name. Begging.”

His thumb traced slow circles against your skin, traveling higher until the hem of your hoodie brushed over his hand.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured. “Is that because you’re nervous… or because you’ve been thinking about this too?”

“I—” you started, but his hand slid between your thighs, pushing them apart just enough for him to step in closer.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he said with a low chuckle, “I might think you’re inviting me.”

You could smell his cologne — warm, clean, faintly musky — as he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You know what the problem is with you being younger?” His hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face toward him. “You think you can play innocent. But I can see right through you.”

Before you could answer, his mouth was on yours — hot, claiming, tasting like the beer he’d been drinking. His grip on your jaw tightened just enough to hold you there while his tongue slid past your lips, stealing every ounce of air from your lungs.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were darker, his breathing heavier. “Bedroom. Now.”

Something in his tone left no room for argument. He guided you down the hall, shutting the door quietly behind you.

“On the bed,” he ordered, standing over you while you sat, heart hammering. “Hoodie off.”

You obeyed, the air cool against your bare skin. His gaze dragged down your body, slow and deliberate, before he joined you on the bed, knees caging your hips.

“You’ve got no idea how many times I’ve imagined this,” he said, fingers skimming under the waistband of your shorts. “Hyunjin sitting right in the other room while I ruin you.”

Your breath hitched when he pressed a hand to your chest, pushing you flat against the mattress. His other hand slid your shorts down, leaving you exposed under his intense stare.

“Look at you,” he murmured, settling between your thighs. “All worked up for me already. And I haven’t even started.”

He bent forward, his lips ghosting over your ear again. “You’re gonna say my name so loud, baby, you’ll forget your brother’s even home.”

He didn’t waste time. His fingers traced down your stomach, stopping just above where you needed him most. “So warm already,” he murmured, smirking when your hips shifted. “Guess the innocent act really is just an act, huh?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but his hand slipped between your thighs, fingers brushing over your heat in a slow, deliberate stroke. The sound you made was embarrassingly loud.

“Shh,” he teased, pressing another finger against you, “unless you want your brother to hear every little sound you make.”

Your face burned, but you couldn’t stop yourself from rocking into his touch.

“Please,” you breathed.

He tilted his head, pretending to think. “Please what?”

“Jeongin—”

“Mm, that’s better,” he said, his smirk widening. “Say it again.”

When you obeyed, he slid two fingers inside you, curling them in a way that made your back arch. His pace was slow at first — just enough to keep you desperate — until he leaned down and captured your mouth in another rough kiss, swallowing your soft gasps.

“You feel so tight,” he growled against your lips, his thumb pressing to your clit as his fingers worked faster. “Bet you’ve never had anyone fuck you like this.”

You were already trembling when he pulled away abruptly, leaving you empty and whining.

“Off,” he ordered, tugging your shorts and underwear the rest of the way down. His shirt followed, revealing the lean muscle you’d only caught glimpses of before.

Climbing over you again, he caught your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head. With the other, he freed himself, the heat of him pressing against your thigh.

“You’re gonna take all of me,” he said, lining himself up. “And you’re gonna keep quiet, or Hyunjin’s gonna come running in here.”

The first push had you gasping — the stretch intense, stealing your breath. Jeongin’s jaw clenched as he sank in slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside you.

“Fuck,” he hissed, hips still. “You feel… perfect.”

When he started moving, his pace was relentless — deep, controlled thrusts that made your nails dig into the sheets. Every few strokes, he’d shift his angle just enough to hit that spot that had you choking on his name.

“That’s it,” he said through gritted teeth, “say it louder.”

You shook your head, biting your lip, but he only drove into you harder, his grip on your wrists tightening.

“Say it.”

“J-Jeongin—!”

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Taking me so well for someone who’s supposed to be off-limits.”

Your body was already close to the edge when he released your wrists, his hand sliding down to grab your thigh and hook it over his hip. The new angle had you clenching around him, your cries muffled against his shoulder as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, his thumb finding your clit again. “Now.”

The command tipped you over instantly, your whole body tightening as waves of release crashed through you. Jeongin followed moments later with a low, guttural sound, spilling into you as he buried himself to the hilt.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your ragged breathing.

Then Jeongin smirked down at you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Hyunjin can never know.”

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Birthday Lesson

paring: badboy!bangchan x fem!reader x nerd!han

gender: smut

word couting: 1.5K (1574)

warning: threesome, college AU, mutual pining, friends-to-fuckers, dom-sub dynamics, sex witout protection (dont), oral sex (both reciving)

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It wasn’t exactly a mystery why Han and Chan were friends, but it sure confused everyone else.

Han was the definition of a quiet, academic type — glasses perpetually sliding down the bridge of his nose, always in a hoodie two sizes too big, with a laptop bag hanging off his shoulder. He was the kind of guy who would willingly stay up all night in the library just to get ahead on assignments, the kind who’d rather be gaming or coding than at a party.

And then there was Chan — leather jacket, motorcycle helmet in hand, a smirk that could probably get him arrested. He skipped more classes than he attended, flirted with professors just to get extensions, and somehow still managed to pass every semester.

They were complete opposites… except when it came to loyalty. That’s why they worked.

But there was one thing Han never told Chan — at least, not at first. He was absolutely gone for you.

Not just a small crush, but the kind that made his stomach twist whenever you laughed, that kept him awake at night imagining what it would feel like to kiss you, to have your fingers tangled in his hair, to hear his name fall from your lips in a voice only he got to hear. He’d sit across from you in the cafeteria, pretending to scroll on his phone, when really he was memorizing the way you tucked your hair behind your ear or how your tongue peeked out when you concentrated.

But Han was shy. Painfully so. He’d rather take a failing grade than start a conversation he wasn’t ready for. Which meant he kept his feelings locked away, buried under nervous smiles and mumbled “hey”s whenever you were around.

Chan, however, wasn’t stupid. He’d caught the way Han’s eyes lingered on you a little too long, how he’d get fidgety whenever you were near. And Chan… well, Chan was a fixer. If his best friend had a problem, he was going to solve it — even if that “problem” was Han being too chicken to make a move.

Tonight wasn’t about classes or study sessions. Tonight was Han’s birthday. And Chan had decided it was time to give him a gift he wouldn’t forget.

“You really didn’t have to do anything,” Han mumbled as Chan set down a pizza box on the coffee table. “Shut up,” Chan grinned, pulling off his jacket and tossing it onto the couch. “You’re twenty-two. You deserve more than just sitting alone coding.”

You smiled from your spot on the couch, watching them bicker. You weren’t sure if you were here because you were friends with both of them… or because Chan had invited you with that mischievous glint in his eye.

“Besides,” Chan continued, looking between you and Han, “I have a gift. Something… personal.”

Han rolled his eyes. “If it’s another joke about condoms, I swear—” “It’s not a joke,” Chan cut in, smirking. “But it might involve them.”

The pizza and casual banter faded into background noise as the evening went on. Chan kept leaning close to whisper things in your ear, and every time he did, you caught Han glancing away quickly, his ears turning pink. He wasn’t mad — he was flustered. And Chan, of course, noticed.

Eventually, Chan stood, stretching like he owned the place, and nodded toward his bedroom. “Come on. Time for the real present.”

You hesitated. “The real present?”

Han’s voice cracked slightly. “Chan…” “Trust me,” Chan said, locking eyes with you. “You’ll like it. He will too.”

The bedroom door shuts with a low click, and it feels louder than it should.

Han stands a couple of feet away, hands stuffed deep into the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie, avoiding your eyes. His hair falls into his face, glasses slipping just slightly, and you can tell he’s dying to say something but can’t.

Behind him, Chan leans against the wall like he owns the space — leather jacket already tossed over the chair, black t-shirt stretched over his chest. He’s grinning like he’s about to do something reckless.

“Relax, birthday boy,” Chan says, resting his hands heavy on Han’s shoulders. “You’ve been looking at her all night. Here’s your chance to do more than stare.”

Han freezes. “I wasn’t—” “Yes, you were,” Chan cuts in, smirk sharpening. His gaze flicks to you. “She noticed too.”

Your lips twitch into a smile. “Only if you want to, Han.”

It’s quiet for a second… and then Han’s hoodie hits the floor. “I want to,” he says, and it’s not shy — it’s almost defiant.

Chan smirks, squeezing Han’s shoulder. “That’s my boy.”

You’re the one to close the space, fingers curling in the hem of Han’s t-shirt. He lets you pull it up and over his head, hair sticking up from the motion. You barely have time to tell him how good he looks before his mouth is on yours — tentative at first, then hungrier when you nip at his bottom lip.

Chan’s heat presses into your back, his voice low and smooth in your ear. “Touch her. Anywhere you want.”

Han’s hands find your waist, warm and careful, but when you guide one higher, he doesn’t hesitate. His palm slides under your shirt, brushing over your ribs until it cups your breast. You moan against his mouth, and he swallows it like he’s starving.

Chan moves you toward the bed, sitting you on the edge. He stays behind Han, watching. “She’s waiting for you to undress her, Ji.”

Han swallows, but he drops to his knees in front of you, unbuttoning your jeans with shaky fingers. He pulls them down slowly, and when he sees your underwear, his breath catches.

“Fuck…” he whispers, eyes darting up to yours like he’s not sure he should be looking.

“You can do more than look,” you tease, and he groans, tugging them down until you’re bare from the waist down.

The first brush of his mouth against your thigh is tentative, but when Chan says, “Go on,” Han licks you in one long, slow stroke that has your hips jerking.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, and he exhales against you before diving in, tongue circling your clit, then dipping lower. It’s messy and eager, and you can feel him getting braver by the second.

Chan kneels beside you on the bed, tilting your chin toward him for a kiss. “She tastes good, doesn’t she, Ji?”

Han groans in agreement, but doesn’t stop. When he slides two fingers inside you, curling them just right, you gasp his name, and Chan’s grin widens. “Make her say it again.”

It doesn’t take long — your orgasm hits sharp and fast, your thighs tightening around Han’s head. He pulls back with his lips shiny, chest rising fast, and glances at Chan like he’s waiting for approval.

“Good boy,” Chan praises, ruffling his hair. “Now let me show you how it’s done.”

Chan’s hands are rougher, surer — flipping you onto your hands and knees like it’s second nature. He lines himself up behind you and slides in deep, the stretch making you moan loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

“Feel that?” Chan growls, gripping your hips. “That’s how a real man fucks.”

Han’s watching with wide eyes, and Chan crooks a finger at him. “Come here. She can take both of us.”

Your mind’s already spinning when Han kneels in front of you, his cock hard in his hand. He’s flushed to the tips of his ears, but when you wrap your lips around him, he gasps like he’s never felt anything like it.

Behind you, Chan’s thrusts are relentless, hips snapping forward with bruising force. He leans down, voice rough in your ear. “Look at him while you suck him. Make him fall apart for you.”

It’s dizzying — the taste of Han, the heat of Chan, the way they’re both groaning your name.

When Han starts to twitch in your mouth, Chan pulls out abruptly, yanking you up and shoving Han back onto the bed. “Your turn, birthday boy.”

Han doesn’t waste it — pulling you onto his lap, guiding you down onto him with a desperate moan. His hands grip your hips tighter than you expected, and when he thrusts up into you, the nerd façade is gone completely.

Chan stands at the edge of the bed, stroking himself lazily. “Fuck her harder, Ji. She can take it.”

Han’s rhythm turns rough, his head falling back as you bounce on him. You’re barely holding it together when Chan climbs back onto the bed behind you, pushing Han deeper with each snap of his hips.

The overstimulation is brutal — your legs shaking, your voice raw from moaning. Han’s eyes are locked on yours, desperate and wrecked, while Chan murmurs filth in your ear about how good you look taking them both.

When you come, it’s almost too much — your body clenching around Han, dragging his release out of him with a strangled groan. Chan’s not far behind, pulling out to finish on your stomach, breathing heavy.

You collapse between them, skin slick with sweat, heart pounding.

Han covers his face with one hand. “This… never happened.” Chan laughs, lying back beside you. “Sure, birthday boy. Whatever you say.”

You just smile, knowing damn well it did — and it won’t be the last time.

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Hiii can you please do a fic with bangchan x reader ft. Hannah based off this trend.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8k4eowp/

Hello, here is your request, I hope I did well and that you enjoy it.

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Dont Talk to Her Like That

paring: bangchan x fem!reader ft, hanna

gender: fluff, a harmless joke with Hanna reveals Bang Chan's more protective and serious side towards you.

word count: 382

warnings: nun

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Hanna and you were sitting on the couch, scrolling aimlessly through TikTok, until she stopped on a video that made her smile like she'd just come up with a master plan.

"What if we do this trend with my brother?" she asked, showing herself the screen. "The one where you pretend your sister is rude to your girlfriend to see how she reacts?" You smiled, somewhat incredulous. "What if he gets mad at me too?" "Trust me, he won't last two seconds without taking your side."

You both placed your phones between the cushions, strategically pointing them at you. All that was left was to wait for Chan to come out of the kitchen.

Hanna took a deep breath and started typing. "Would you please stop putting your things on the table?" she said in a dry tone you'd never heard from her. "She always leaves everything lying around." You decided to play along, lowering your gaze. "Sorry… I didn't notice."

Just then, Chan walked in with three glasses in his hands, and the fake tension in the air made her frown. "What's going on?" he asked, watching the scene closely. "Nothing," Hanna replied, shrugging, "it's just that she always leaves everything in the middle and it bothers me."

I wasn't expecting you, but Chan reacted as if he'd just heard the worst possible insult. "Hanna, don't talk to her like that." His voice was firm, serious, and his eyes were fixed on his sister. "But it's just…" he tried to justify himself. "No. There are no 'buts.' She's my girlfriend, and I never want you to talk to her like that."

Your role as the perfect victim collapsed the moment he couldn't contain his laughter. "Just kidding," you said, pointing at the hidden phone.

Hanna burst into laughter as Chan blinked, processing what had just happened. "Really?" "He snorted, putting the glasses down on the table. "I thought I'd have to fight with my sister over you."

He came over and put his arms around you, as if he still needed to make his point. "Joking or not, if someone talks badly to you, I'll always stand up for you."

And as you leaned your forehead against his chest, with a smile you couldn't hide, you knew he was completely serious.

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Raw Means Different

paring: han jisung x fem!reader

gender: smut

word counting: 571

warnings: unprotected sex (dont be stupid), explicit dirty talk, creampie, overstimulation, sexual teasing, light control

The air in the room is thick, charged with heat and electricity. Han looks at you as if you're forbidden, as if he's not allowed to touch you but can't resist. Your lips brush against his in a kiss filled with desire, and you feel his breathing quicken.

"Are you sure you don't want to use a condom?" he asks, his voice low, trembling with anticipation.

You stare at him, never taking your eyes off him, enjoying the way he swallows. "No," you reply with a dangerous smile. "I want to feel all of you. Raw. With nothing."

His jaw tightens, and his hands grip your hips as if he's holding back. "Fuck… you're playing dirty," he murmurs, before pushing you back against the bed and covering your body with his.

The moment he enters you, a moan escapes your throat. He's hard, hot, and thick inside you, and the sensation of skin against skin makes you arch your back instantly. He moans against your ear, panting. "Fuck… you're so tight… so warm… I can feel everything…"

His voice is broken, shaky. He barely gives a couple of deep thrusts and stops, moaning loudly as he spills inside you. You feel the heat fill you and you smile wickedly.

"Really, Han?" you say, biting your lip to hold back your laughter. "That was… fast."

He blushes, but looks at you with a mixture of embarrassment and pride. "Okay, but it was two raw thrusts. That's different!" he replies, as if it were a valid excuse.

"Mmm, I don't know…" You slide your fingers down his neck, tangling them in his hair. "You still came like a desperate puppy."

Han moans softly, his face turning even redder. "Don't say that…" he whispers, but his hips are already moving inside you again, still hard, as if your teasing is urging him on.

This time he's in no hurry. His thrusts are slow, deep, making sure you feel every inch. His hands hold your thighs open, and he looks down to watch him sink into you. "Fuck… look at that… taking me so well… so wet for me even after I just filled you up."

"I just love you like this…" you reply with a mischievous smile. "All hot and trembling inside me."

His breath hits hard, and he increases his pace. "God… you're so fucking tight, baby… I'm not gonna last if you keep clenching around me like that."

"Then don't hold back," you whisper against his ear. "I want you to cum again. Fill me up more."

Han moans loudly, his control slipping away. He thrusts into you harder, each stroke dirtier and more desperate than the last, until you're both on the brink. Your nails dig into his back as he gasps your name over and over.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum again—" "Do it," you interrupt. "I want to feel it dripping from me when you come out."

With one last deep thrust, he spills a second time, groaning against your neck. His hips continue to move gently, overstimulating you until you come too, legs shaking and a moan filling the room.

You lie pressed together, breathing heavily. He lowers himself onto you, sweaty, and you stroke his hair with a smile.

"Two strokes, Han," you whisper. "That's not so easily forgotten."

He laughs against your skin, still inside you. "Then I guess… we'll just have to go for round three."

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Someone Else

Where I make Headcanons of when they confess to you but you like someone else

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hyung line | maknae line

Han

The room smells of instant ramen and the remnants of the rain that soaked your coat. You and Jisung are alone, sitting across from each other on the floor of your shared bedroom, like so many other times. Only today, he doesn't say anything funny. There's no laughter today.

Today he's serious. And you already know why.

"I have to tell you something," he murmurs, not looking at you directly.

You swallow. Your heart is in your throat. You look at his face, those eyes that always shine with excitement when he raps, when he makes up silly things, when he plays with his hyungs… but today they're low. Uncertain.

"I like you, y/n," he finally says. Almost as if he's struggling to breathe.

An awkward silence falls. The kind of silence that isn't filled with any jokes, or any smiles.

You close your eyes. Because you didn't want this. Not like this.

"Jisung…" you whisper.

Your voice trembles.

"You're amazing. Seriously. You're always there for me, you make me laugh… and I care about you so much. But…" your chest sinks, "my heart is already elsewhere."

He finally looks up. And the way his eyes widen, just for a split second before completely shutting off, breaks your heart.

"Who?" he asks, his voice low.

"Hyunjin," you say. You're not lying. You can't. Not with him.

Jisung stays still, completely still. As if he's trying to process it. As if your every word is a bucket of cold water in the middle of winter.

And then he smiles. That broken smile he used once when he lost his phone in the taxi, as if laughing could soften the frustration. But now, it's so much worse.

"Oh… of course it's him," he says, lowering his gaze. He laughs, but his laugh is sad. Almost childlike. "How could it not be him?"

"Don't say that…" You try to get closer, but he backs away a little, not physically, but emotionally. As if he's withdrawing from within.

"You know what the worst part is?" he says, looking at you again. Now there's no smile. Only shining eyes. "That even knowing this, I'd still choose you. Even if I knew you were going to break my heart. I'd still choose you."

You're speechless.

"I… didn't want to hurt you," you murmur.

He nods slowly. Once, twice. As if trying to convince his own heart.

"You didn't do anything wrong, y/n. It's just… I wish you were mine. Just a little."

He stands up. His steps are slow, as if each one hurts. He stands by the door, his hand on the handle.

"I'm sorry if I ruined what we had," he says, without turning to look at you. "But I couldn't keep pretending that being your friend was enough for me."

And then he leaves.

And you stay there. Silent. Loving one, while breaking another.

Felix

You're in the kitchen, and he approaches with his heart in his hand. He literally looks at you as if you were his entire universe.

"Y/n… I really like you."

You feel the world grow colder.

"Felix, I…"

Your eyes fill with tears before his do. You see it, that small flicker that breaks in his gaze when you tell him:

"It's Chan. I'm in love with him."

Felix nods. He swallows. He takes a step back.

"Don't cry… not for me. Not when you love someone else."

You try to approach him, but he shakes his head.

"I'll keep taking care of you. But don't ask me not to hurt."

And when he leaves, you cry. Not because he hurt you, but because you hurt him.

Seungmin

You're alone in the game room. It all started with Mario Kart, like always. But this time, Seungmin turns off the console. He stares at you. Seriously.

"Y/n… I like you. And I don't know how to tell you without ruining what we have."

Your heart sinks.

"Min… I like Lee Know."

And you see him harden. Not out of jealousy. Out of disappointment.

"Does he know?"

"No."

"So you let me lose to you without even a fight."

You fall silent.

"Okay. But just remember one thing," he says, standing up. "He's not going to love you the way I would."

And for the first time since you've known him… there's no smile on his face.

Jeongin

You're eating ice cream. Everything seems innocent. Until he puts down his spoon and looks at you seriously.

"Y/n… I like you. I always liked you."

Your heart drops. You didn't mean for this to happen.

"Jeongin… I have feelings for Changbin."

And you watch him swallow all his emotions at once. The maknae with the eternal smile… isn't smiling anymore.

"It's okay," he murmurs. "I had to try."

You try to touch his hand, but he gently pulls it away.

"I'm not mad at you. Just sad at myself… for thinking I'd ever have a chance."

He finishes his ice cream in silence.

And you know nothing will ever be the same between you.