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[pummelos]

yes the transit app is a worldwide thing and if you get the subscription you can pick your own emoji name combo!

my local transit app has an unintelligible system where you pick an emoji instead of uploading a profile pic. and then it generates you a random flavor text name based on the emoji ??? anyway my name is scent of boog now

[gay-dorito-dust]

I have been binging your work!

I don't know if this breaks your trauma rule or not, but (with the guys of your choosing as long as Ratio is there) how would the guys react to losing reader (they haven't confessed feelings yet) during a mission and thinking they died. Then, the reader reappears a week later bandaged up, but alive. Maybe spouts their confession first? ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

I adore your writing. Thank you!

This is way too fucking long, so be warned. It’s like I rammed 4 mini stories in one but got lost at some point cuz I left this ask to collect dust. Also thanks for enjoying my writing it’s much appreciated. :) 🦦🐿️

Sunday:

The moment he got news that you’ve been assumed dead in the aftermath of a dangerous mission, he looses composure really quickly.

Loosing Robin was one thing but loosing you on top of that was the straw that broke the camels back.

He originally doesn’t believe that you were gone, he refuses to as he practically tears his office to shreds in a fit of anger and grief before forcing himself to regain composure and clean up after his outburst. He needed to in order to keep up the illusion that he was the levelheaded leader The Family needed in these moments of chaos and mistrust.

Even if he himself was breaking down internally alongside everyone else, hellbent on finding the culprit for your death and punishing them so severely that they’d beg for death. He’d avenge you in anyway he could, even if it meant sending out the bloodhound family on a wild goose chase that only ends in dead ends, he would get you justice no matter how it may come.

His heart had died alongside you that day.

So when a week passes and he finally has you back in his arms, all the while being carful with your wounds as his eyes searched you over in a way you weren’t use to.

‘You’re alive.’ He breathes out in relief as he then begins to laugh and rest his head against yours, breathing you in deeply as he relishes in this long awaited moment. ‘Of course you’re alive.’ He mutters.

‘Sunday,’ you began but Sunday was quite to cut you off.

‘Do you know how I felt thinking you were dead? Driving myself insane to prove that you were still alive anyway I could as not to bear the idea of walking through this life without the one person I love so dearly.’ Sunday takes a brief pauses in his monologue, feeling out of breath after having put everything out into the open before continuing. ‘I thought my heart had stopped beating that day and now I have you bad in my arms.’ Sunday then chuckles darkly as he gripped you tighter. ‘I’ll ensure that I’d never have to revisit that part of my life ever again.’

‘Sunday-‘

‘Shhh.’ Sunday cuts you off once more, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he holds you close to his chest, rubbing your back soothingly. ‘Just know that what I do after this, I do out of my love for you.’ He says against your forehead before pressing another kiss there for good measure.

Jing yuan:

Loss wasn’t new to Jing Yuan.

He has experienced it in multiple forms throughout his life, but that didn’t made the news of your death any less painful for the General.

While his mind might’ve made peace with the fact that you were gone, his heart however did not as he would find himself in the places that you often vacated to in moments of stress, or to just be left alone for a while with your thoughts. So to no longer see you in any of those hidden spots -waiting for him to find you like you usually did- only worsened the grief he felt in his heart as he sat himself down and allowed the memories to pass over him in waves.

You were both so happy together and felt a sense of fulfilment that could only be achieved when you were within the other’s presence; A feeling that was uniquely yours and yours alone that could never be replicated, ever. For no one could ever come close to replacing you, nor the companionship you and he had for each other that many assumed would blossom into something more; Jing Yuan also shared the same sentiments as they did, but just as he built the courage to push that boundary between the two of you, you were taken from him before he could utter a single word.

So when a week passes and Jing Yuan found your battered and beaten form in one of your secret spots, back resting against a tree with your eyes closed.

‘Y/n?’ He called out and your eyes opened upon hearing his voice and looking at him with a weak smile. ‘Hey General, miss me?’ You said as you struggled to get up to your feet, only to stumble forward and into Jing Yuan’s chest as his strong yet gentle hands hold you in place.

‘More than you could ever hope to know.’ Jing yuan said as he focused on how you felt beneath his hands, warm and alive.

‘I’m sorry I kept you waiting.’ You muttered against his chest as his warmth made you realised just how tired you were from everything you’ve experienced this last week alone. ‘I never meant to keep you waiting in fear that you’d forget about me if I don’t stay in your life long enough.’ You admit and Jing Yuan instinctively presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, holding you protectively.

‘I could never forget about you my beloved.’ Jing Yuan reassured you as he looked you deep into your eyes. ‘You’ve managed to carve your place within my heart and soul, so much that there isn’t a day where you aren’t all I think about, regardless of whether or not your by my side or far away.’ He finished by pressing a gentle kiss to the gauze on your cheek, chuckling upon seeing your cute attempts of burrowing your face into his chest.

‘How long have you’ve been waiting to say this.’ You asked, thankful that he was the one to admit his feelings first, as you would’ve had a hard time articulating your words as fluidly as he could.

‘For a very long time.’ Jing Yuan replied with a small smile as he then proceeded to lift you into his arms, cuasing you to squeal in surprise, as he made sure to be carful of your wounds and began walking to the nearest medics to make sure your wounds weren’t going to be trouble later on.

Aventurine:

He didn’t know what to think when you were pronounced dead, all Aventurine could feel in that moment was an overwhelming numbness that encased him entirely.

The only light left in his life had been snuffed out, plummeting him into utter and total darkness he had once been well acquainted with until you came along, giving him a reason to keep looking forward despite everything.

You were no longer here to hold onto his left hand before he could even think of hiding it behind his back out of habit, you were no longer here to be his reason, his comfort, his safe place. You were taken away from him unfairly and once again Aventurine found himself asking the same question he has been asking himself for a long time; why everyone was born into this life just to die.

So when a week passes and Aventurine finds himself sat on a bench somewhere, still not dealing well then than he was the week of your assumed passing, lost in his own thoughts when someone took a seat next to him. Aventurine was just about ready to tell them to go away, when he saw just who was sitting next to him; you.

‘I know, I look like shit but you don’t have to look at me like that.’ You spoke upon feeling his eyes gaze upon the gauze on your cheek, then towards the array of bandages that littered the rest of your body.

‘I thought you died.’ He hissed, emotion was heavy in his voice as his eyes became bleary with unshed tears as he felt his breathing become heavy with the reality that you were alive. He didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t in that moment as his mind raced. And it wasn’t until you reached out to grasp his left hand and intertwine your fingers together, squeezing, did everything finally became clear to him.

‘I thought I was too at one point but there was something that kept me from journeying over to the afterlife.’ You admit, looking over at him and smiling sweetly, wanting nothing then to calm his thoughts and reassure him that this wasn’t a dream.

‘And what was that?’ He laughs humourlessly as he stares back at you, wanting to hear what excuses you could come up with for faking being dead for a week. ‘Willpower? Determination?’

‘You Kakavasha.’ You replied straightforwardly and his breath hitched in his throat. You rarely used his actual name unless it was absolutely serious. ‘You were all I thought about as I pushed through my injuries.’ You told him as you continued. ‘Kakavasha is waiting for me was just about all I could think about for a week straight.’ You finished as though you didn’t just confess that he was your soul motivator in staying alive.

‘Really?’ Aventurine said softly, finding it impossible that he could possibly be your reason for anything. ‘Why?’

‘Yes really.’ You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you rested your head against his shoulder. ‘As for why, it’s because I like you more then did let myself admit, but i just wanted you to know incase anything truly bad were to ever happen to me-‘

‘No.’ Aventurine cut you off suddenly, squeezing your hand as though he were afraid. ‘Nothing is going to happen to you, not now. not ever. I just got you back.’ He adds resting his head against your own in a desperate attempt of feeling more of your against him. ‘Just stay with me…please.’ He begs you in a whisper as he nuzzled further into you. ‘and don’t go anywhere I can’t follow. I don’t think I can bear the thought of loosing you again.’

You smiled softly as you just whispered back against the skin of his neck. ‘As long as you don’t go anywhere I can’t follow. I like my crush to be alive and close by even if he can be a pain in my ass sometimes.’

Aventurine chuckles, his heart becoming whole again as he made you cuddle into his side, kissing your head once more as you took this moment to familiarise yourselves with each other. ‘At least I’m a pleasurable pain in the ass.’ He teased and you pinch his side, causing him to flinch, but his smile remained and this time his smile was genuine.

His light has came home.

Ratio:

Fully believed that he’d see you when the mission ended, knowing just how talented and dedicated to the craft you were, and having faith that this would be a measly walk in a park for you.

Only to receive word that you were one of the many who were assumed dead when you weren’t found amongst the living nor the dead.

Veritas tries to remain as levelheaded and logical as possible during this time and continue life as normal. However found himself retracting from everyone else and going none contact, more so specifically with the people you were once associated with, and instead focused heavily on his studies and academics to an unhealthy extent.

A week passes and Veritas feels as though he’s seen a ghost the moment he saw you in his peripheral vision, bandaged and dressed in ripped clothing but still somehow finding it in you to smile.

‘You idiotic Buffon!’ He exclaims as he walks towards you.

‘Well that’s a nice way to greet someone you care about.’ You replied as you readied yourself for a massive rant about how stupid you were and so on, but instead you were held against his chest as he burrows his head into your neck.

‘I thought you died.’ He says in a whisper as he breathed you in. This went against all logic but in that rare moment Veritas didn’t care, you were alive but he still couldn’t let go of the fact that you didn’t tell anyone you were still alive. ‘Why didn’t you tell anyone that you were alive, send a signal, anything.’

You shrugged as you made yourself comfortable in his strong arms. ‘All communications were badly damaged or completely cut off.’ You told him. ‘I was on my own for a long while before finding my way back to you.’

‘Me?’ Veritas asked, pulling away from you. ‘Why not a medial facility for a proper treatment of your wounds? Have you hit your head so hard that common sense had been left on the back burner when making that decision?’

‘I wanted to see you first you dickhead!’ You exclaimed, shutting Veritas up rather quickly with your confession but you didn’t care. ‘is it so wrong of me to let the man I love know that I’m okay? So go ahead and call me an idiot all you like but that won’t change the fact that I felt more fear about not telling you how I truly feel then dying on some stupid mission.’ You finished your rant.

‘You’re insufferable.’ Veritas said after a moment of silence and you couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed at this that you didn’t notice that Veritas has began to close in the distance between the two of you.

You scoffed. ‘Oh sure call me insufferable as if you-‘ Veritas cuts you off by cupping your cheeks and planting a sweet short lived kiss against your lips before pulling away with a smirk.

‘Glad to know that the feelings are reciprocated.’ He says, taking enjoyment of rendering you speechless as he gently guided you to medical, and remaining by your side for the remainder of the day.

[leeeedith]

STRAY KIDS reaction when their S/O spends more time with another member

Bang Chan 🐺

Chan would try to play it cool, but you'd catch him sneaking glances whenever you laughed a little too hard at the other member's jokes. He'd subtly start joining the conversation, placing a hand on your back or leaning in closer to make his presence known. Later, he'd jokingly pout, "What, am I not your favourite anymore?" but his eyes would soften when you reassured him.

Lee Know 🐰

Minho would definetely be salty—silently watching from the sidelines, arms crossed. He wouldn't say much, but his sharp glances and sarcastic comments would speak volumes. "Having fun without me?" he'd casually drop when you finally paid attention to him again. He'd act unbothered, but the way he pulled you close later told a different story.

Changbin 🐷

Binnie would get a bit sulky but in a cute way. He'd dramatically flop onto the couch and sigh loudly until you asked what was wrong. "Nothing," he'd mumble, only to eventually admit, "You're always hanging out with *member's name*... what about me?" He'd feel much better once you cuddled up next to him and reassured him that no one could replace him.

Hyunjin 😺

Hyunjin's pout would be legendary. He'd dramatically sigh every time you laughed with the other member and occasionally throw in a sassy comment like, "Don't mind me, I'll just be over here... alone." Eventually, he'd tug at your sleeve, eyes wide and pleading. "Pay attention to me," he'd whine, resting his head on your shoulder until you caved.

Han 🐿️

Jisung would overdramatize everything for laughs, turn everything into a comedy skit. "Wow, replaced already? That was fast," he'd joke, clutching his chest in fake pain. He'd make up ridiculous scenarios about you and the other member starting a podcast or running away togeter, all while sneaking glances to see if you were paying attention. The moment you hugged him, he'd break into his usual goofy grin.

Felix 🐥

Felix wouldn't get jealous exactly—more like quiet clingy. He'd inch closer to you, slipping his arm around your waist or holding your hand under the table and reaching his head on you. He'd nuzzle into your shoulder and softly whisper, "I missed you," and that would be enough to make your heart melt.

Seungmin 🐶

Seungmin would go into full-on teasing mode. "Oh, so you've upgraded to a new favourite member?" he'd quip, his signature smirk never leaving his face. He'd act unfazed, but when you reached for his hand or leaned on him later, you'd feel him squeeze back just a little tighter, silently letting you know he was just a little needo for your attention.

I.N 🦊

Jeongin would try to act cool, but his subtle sulking would be hard to miss. He'd sit a little further away, pretending not to care while sneaking glances your way. When you asked what was wrong, he'd quietly admit, "I just felt a bit left out." You'd have to promise to make it up to him with extra attention and that would have him smiling shyly again.

[dear-aubade]

first of all I love your writing style 💔

second: can you make a drabble where Joel comforts reader during her cold or any kind of sickness, maybe even usual stomachache aand then they have soft cute gentle xex, and he whispers praises to her, soothing all of her aches, lyyy

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Awwe thank you for the kind words anon, I’m glad you like my work! Here you go!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: You try to hide your sickness from Joel because you don’t want to stress him out. It doesn’t work.

Notes: Sick fic, praise kink, soft!dom!joel, sub!reader, sick!reader, reader is in her head a lot, unprotected p in v, reader is very much Joel’s baby, READER IS NOT PREGNANT SHE’S JUST NAUSEOUS

It was normal for you to be reserved. A little quieter than most, a little more soft. Joel knew you better than anybody, and he could tell when you’d slipped into your daydreams, just needing a few moments to drift off within your own head.

But this…this was different.

The day had started off as usual. You and Joel woke up together tangled in blankets, his strong arms holding you close. But the moment you blinked your bleary eyes awake you gave him a swift kiss and mumbled, “M’gonna go shower” before leaving him alone in bed.

Things only got stranger from there. That afternoon Joel was scheduled to leave for a short patrol with Tommy—lately there had been more Clicker sightings, so he and his brother had increased the amount of rotations needed per day. Joel didn’t want to leave you alone when he suspected something was wrong, but it was necessary for him to go if they wanted to keep Jackson a safe haven.

Normally when he was about to leave you’d get all teary-eyed and try to get as many kisses from him as you could before he took off. This time, however, you gave him a short smile and kissed his cheek. “I’ll see you when you get back.”

That sent Joel’s suspicion through the roof. He had studied your face, searching for any indication there might be something off. Your eyes were a little droopy, but he also knew that the night before you’d been up late with him reading to you…

“Is everything okay, baby?” he had asked softly.

Something flickered in your eyes and a little v appeared between your brow as it creased in confusion. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know, I’m just a little worried about you.”

At that, you gave him an innocent smile. “I’m just tired, Joel. I’m okay.” You stood on your tiptoes to press your lips to his in a soft peck. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

Against his better judgement, he’d left. But that didn’t stop him from worrying about you all throughout patrol.

You felt absolutely awful.

In the morning you’d woken with quite possibly the worst stomach ache you’d ever experienced. You thought a shower might make you feel better, that your body was just disagreeing with something you’d eaten the day before.

It got worse. It seemed that anything you did made the nausea flare up. All you wanted to do was be Joel’s princess for the day, to whine until he took you in his arms and hushed your cries with sweet words and sweeter kisses.

But he had patrol that day, and you didn’t want him to worry. You weren’t supposed to make him worry, you were supposed to be his good girl. You didn’t want him distracted—you knew he’d been stressed about the increased Clicker sightings and you didn’t want to add more to the burden he was already carrying.

And so you stayed silent about it. You smiled at him and sent him on his way, and finally, finally when you were alone, you snuggled up back in bed.

You were freezing. Even with the thick blankets piled on top of you, you still were shivering, and your stomach ache stayed constant. Even your mind began to fuzz to the point where you didn’t know how long it had been since Joel left. You stopped caring about the need to pretend everything was fine—you just wanted him.

You weren’t in the living room when Joel got back. Normally you’d be there waiting since it was the closest comfy place to the door, so the moment you heard the door open you could run and embrace him in a flurry of kisses.

But you weren’t there.

“Baby?” he called out, shutting the door behind him.

No response.

He frowned and took his shoes off, then shed his thick snow jacket and gloves. Beneath he was just wearing dark-washed jeans and his signature flannel.

In your room, all Joel saw was a lump beneath the thick gray comforter. “Darlin’?” Joel crossed the room and knelt beside the bed. Were you asleep? Did—

“Joel?” Your voice was strained, small. You rolled over and Joel’s stomach sank. Your eyes were hazy, your cheeks slightly flushed. Had you been crying?

“Sweetheart,” he whispered. “What’s wrong?”

He cupped your cheek and your bottom lip quivered for a moment before you burst into tears.

“Oh, baby.” He promptly stood and got into bed with you, pulling you into his arms. You were so much smaller than him, so easy to pick up and hold against him. “I gotcha. Shh,” he soothed.

You cried quietly into his chest as you clung to him while he smoothed back your hair and pressed gentle kisses to your head. His words were soft murmurs.

“It’s okay darlin’, I’m here now. S’alright….deep breaths sweetheart, can you do that for me? Can you—oh, good girl. That’s it, just keep taking deep breaths for me…”

Eventually your sobs quieted, though a tear still fell down your cheek every now and then. After a few more minutes of holding you, Joel spoke again.

“What’s wrong, honey?” he prompted. “Can you tell me what happened?”

You sniffled. “Just….” Your brow creased. “Jus’ don’t feel good.”

Joel hummed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t want you to worry.” Your bottom lip trembled. “I didn’t want—“

“Hey, don’t start again,” he cooed softly, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “You don’t ever have to think that ever again, you hear? I like worrying about you. You’re my baby, ‘s my job to take care of you.”

He saw your reaction to that—lips parting, brows relaxing, eyes going a little doe like.

“You like hearin’ me say that?” he murmured, thumb gently caressing your cheekbone, catching another stray tear. “Like that I take care of you?”

You nodded, eyes big and wide.

Joel kissed your forehead. “You need me to distract you a little bit baby? Make all the bad feelings go away for awhile?”

“Mhmm.” Your little voice was breathless.

Joel chuckled. “Alright honey. You just keep laying there n’ lookin’ pretty—don’t gotta do any of the work.”

Your head had been fuzzy before because of the sickness, but it was nothing compared to now. When Joel talked to you like this, held you like this…it made everything around him grow foggy.

He slid his hand beneath the waistband of your sweatpants and his index finger started to tease your bud over your panties. You squirmed.

“Wigglin’ already baby? I haven’t even done anything yet.” You could hear the smile in Joel’s voice.

His fingers slid past your underwear to dip into your wetness. You whined and tucked your face into the crook of his neck, embarrassed at how slippery you were already.

Joel chuckled and held you tighter. “It’s okay, sweet girl. Nothing wrong with bein’ ready.”

You whimpered as his fingers circled the outside of your entrance. You shook your head at his teasing. “Want your cock,” you whined so sweetly in his ear. “I can take it, promise….just want you to make it all better.”

“Awe baby,” Joel crooned, pressing another kiss to your hair. “Okay. Just give me a sec…”

He shifted to pull down his pants and boxers and toss them to the side. He was already hard against your hip. Laying side-by-side, your chest to his, Joel slid his length past your folds.

Oh….you could have sworn you forgot about your aches and pains right in that moment. He made you feel so full. He was so big, so thick and warm….you could feel him all the way up in your tummy.

Joel let out a sigh that bordered on a groan. “You’re so perfect, sweetheart. So good…”

He started to rock his hips gently and you whimpered, burying your face into his chest.

He chuckled. “So shy, baby. That’s okay, you just sit there…don’t gotta worry about a single thing.”

One of your legs hooked over his hip as his pace sped up and you clung to him the whole way through. You felt so…so…oh, you feel him dragging along your walls so nicely. You were absolute putty in his arms—Joel always made you feel that way, always gave you such big feelings it made you feel too small to hold them all.

“So good, baby,” he cooed. “Such a good girl, taking me so well…just lay there and let me fill you up—oh, you’re so tight around me princess…”

You could feel it then, that big feeling. The one that made you whimper and whine, trying to hide your face more than it already was. “Joel…”

“It’s okay, just let it happen.” His pelvis was rubbing against your bundle of nerves oh so nicely it made you dizzy. “Let me feel you finish on my cock, darlin’, you’re so good for me, so good…”

Every coo and murmur only brought you higher. You let out another high-pitched whine as the feeling started to become too much, too tight too hot too everything, oh you were right there, you…

You cried out as you reached your peak and then fell over the edge. Joel held you the whole way through as you clenched around him and he spilled inside of you, murmuring praises the whole time.

“Good girl, good girl….my pretty baby, you’re doing so well, taking my cock in that pretty pussy of yours….that’s it sweetheart…”

He rocked his hips gently to help bring you down from your high, slowly decreasing his pace until he came to an eventual stop.

He held you in his arms, your body against his. You hummed contentedly and nuzzled at his neck.

Joel smiled. “Feel better, sweet girl?”

“Mmm.”

Joel chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He kissed your forehead. “Why don’t we get in the bath for a bit to clean up, and then I’ll make you some soup? Nothing that will be too harsh on your stomach.”

You blinked drowsily and nodded. “Mhmm. I’d like that.”

Yes, you’d like that very much indeed.

[enimsiyobeht]

mic check! (1, 2, fuck). jeongsung.

wc : 2.2k 🦊🐿️ !! tw : jeongin & han x amab reader. implied older, soloist reader (thus age gap). bottom/subby han & jeongin. 3some, subtle power play, ONE occurrence of spanking (with minor masochism afterwards), risky setting (they doing allat in the studio.. sounds familiar?), sir/title kink (jeongin), minor brat taming, fingering (both j. & h. receiving), anal (both j. & h. receiving), oral (h. giving, you receiving); blowjob, obvious d/s, against the desk (jeongin), on the couch/sofa (han), unprotected sex (nobody gaf but pls wrap it up guys), lmk if i missed any tags.

The air inside the studio had thickened with something that wasn’t quite heat but felt just as heavy.

You sat at the desk, working through vocal layering with a kind of restraint that could only come from years of practiced professionalism. Jaw tight. Shoulders square. Your fingers moved fluidly across the keyboard, but your posture—rigid, unmoved—betrayed a tension you hadn’t shown earlier in the night.

Behind you, Han hovered.

He wasn’t in the chair anymore. At some point, he’d pushed it aside and crossed the room instead, leaning a hand against the desk right beside you. Not saying anything. Just close enough that the warmth of his body brushed the edge of your arm every time he shifted.

Han smelled faintly of something sharp and clean—body spray maybe, or shampoo—and his sleeve had rolled halfway up one arm, revealing lean forearms, a thin silver bracelet glinting in the light. It dangled every time he adjusted, drawing your eye whether he meant to or not.

Still, you said nothing.

Jeongin was bolder now.

He’d gotten off the couch and was padding quietly across the room, hoodie still loose and swallowing his frame, falling just high enough to show flashes of thigh with each step. He didn’t look at you directly—just at the floor, then at Han, then back toward the console, where he perched lightly on the edge of the desk, one leg crossed over the other.

You could feel them circling now.

You were being boxed in—and they were being deliberate.

Jeongin let one of his feet swing slightly where it hung, brushing gently against your knee. He didn’t pull it back when it made contact. Just let it hang there, brushing again—light, teasing, feather-soft.

Han leaned in a little more, pretending to study the screen.

“You always sit so straight,” he murmured, almost to himself. “So proper.”

His hand—without asking—came to rest on the back of your chair. His fingers brushed the collar of your shirt. Just once. Then again.

Still no reaction.

But inside, you were wound tight.

You didn’t move. Didn’t let your breath hitch. But your eyes flicked briefly to Jeongin’s bare thigh, then to the subtle stretch of Han’s body beside you.

Jeongin shifted again—spreading his knees just slightly where he sat. The hoodie slipped higher on his legs. He didn’t pull it back down. Instead, he let one hand rest between his thighs and dragged it slowly down toward his knee, fingertips pressing into skin with the kind of idle touch that begged to be watched.

Your hand paused on the trackpad. Just a fraction of a second.

You exhaled through your nose. “What are you doing, Jeongin?”

Jeongin looked up at you from under his lashes. His voice was soft. “Getting comfortable.”

Han was watching now, eyes flickering between Jeongin’s performance and your tight-lipped expression. His smirk was dangerous—like he was about to dare him to do something stupid.

“You’re quiet,” Han said to you. “Too quiet. Makes me think we’re getting to you.”

“You’re not,” You said evenly. “You’re just being difficult.”

Jeongin hummed. “You’d tell us if we crossed a line.”

“You’re flirting with it.”

Han moved in then—subtle but deliberate—and let his hand fall on your shoulder. He squeezed lightly, slow and firm, then leaned in close enough for his breath to ghost over your ear.

“That’s half the fun,” he whispered.

Still, you didn’t move. But your grip on the mouse had gone stiff. Jeongin noticed.

He slid off the desk, then slowly lowered himself into your lap—not fully sitting, just straddling one thigh with feather-light contact, knees bracketing your leg. His arms came around your shoulders, loose and playful, but his body heat pressed in, undeniable.

Your voice finally dropped.

“Jeongin,” You warned. “Don’t.”

Jeongin blinked at you, lips parted slightly. “Then stop me.”

A beat passed.

The room buzzed with electricity now—low and crackling beneath the silence. Your professionalism was holding on by threads, and both boys could feel it.

Han leaned against the desk again, cocking his head.

“Still think we’re just being difficult?” he asked.

Jeongin shifted in your lap, not grinding—nothing obscene—but enough to test you. Just enough weight to feel.

Your hands hovered, fingers twitching like you wanted to grab Jeongin’s waist and pin him down, but you didn’t.

Not yet.

Jeongin pressed down more firmly now, his weight no longer tentative. One hand slid along your shoulder, while the other trailed down your chest, stopping just above the waistband of your slacks.

“Jeongin.” Your voice cracked, low and warning. “Off.”

But Jeongin didn’t move.

Instead, Han’s fingers came to rest on your wrist, cool and deliberate. He leaned down, lips brushing close to your ear.

“You’re not going to stop us,” he whispered. “You’ve had too many chances.”

And something in you snapped.

One second, Jeongin was teasing in your lap; the next, your hands clamped down on his waist, hard enough to make the younger boy gasp. You stood swiftly, lifting Jeongin clean off your thigh and placing him on the edge of the mixing desk.

The monitor light spilled across Jeongin’s parted lips, his flushed cheeks. Wide eyes blinked up, breath quickening.

“You wanted a reaction?” You growled, unbuttoning your cuffs and rolling your sleeves higher. “Now you’ve got it.”

You stepped between Jeongin’s legs, crowding him back onto the desk. Jeongin’s hoodie slipped from one shoulder entirely, revealing the curve of his neck and collarbone. You leaned down, kissing just below his ear—rough, possessive.

Jeongin shivered, whimpering softly. “Please…”

Han was behind them now, watching, his own breath catching. “Fuck, you’re hot when you lose control.”

You looked over your shoulder, eyes dark. “You’ll get yours too.”

Han smirked.

Jeongin moaned again as your hand slid under the hoodie, fingers trailing over soft skin, making him arch into the touch.

“You come in here acting like a brat, and you think I’ll just sit there and take it?” he growled against Jeongin’s throat. “And you think you run this room?”

“N-no, sir…”

The title slipped out instinctively, and you froze for just a second—then smiled.

“Keep saying that.”

You yanked the hoodie up and off, leaving Jeongin bare-chested on the desk. The boy was already squirming, thighs squeezing around your waist as you reached down and palmed the bulge in his pants.

“Look at you,” You murmured. “Hard just from teasing me.”

Jeongin whined in reply, hips grinding helplessly as you undid his belt.

Behind them, Han slipped his shirt over his head, watching with ravenous eyes. “Want to help.”

“On your knees then.” You said.

Han obeyed fast, dropping in front of them with a grin and eager fingers. He undid the your pants, tugged them down enough to free you, then licked a long stripe up the length of your cock before sucking you in—warm, wet, sinful.

You groaned, eyes fluttering for a second before you turned your attention back to Jeongin, who was leaning back, chest rising and falling fast.

“Touch yourself,” You ordered.

Jeongin’s hand slid down immediately, slipping beneath his briefs, stroking slowly as he watched Han work. The sight of both of them—one gasping, the other moaning around your cock—was too much.

You slid one hand into Jeongin’s hair and pulled him into a messy kiss, full of teeth and tongue and broken little moans. Jeongin clung to your shoulders, rutting up against you.

Han pulled off, breathing heavy. “Want him to ride you.”

You grabbed Jeongin’s hips and flipped him onto his stomach across the desk.

“Not yet,” You said. “I want to hear him beg.”

You yanked Jeongin’s briefs down, revealing his ass, flush and twitching with anticipation. You ran your hand over the curve, then gave it a sharp slap. Jeongin jolted, moaning, already leaking onto the desk.

“Want it,” he whimpered. “Please, sir…”

Han was panting now, stroking himself as he watched. “He’s dripping.”

“Good.” You reached for a bottle of lube in the drawer—you always kept one in the studio, just in case. You coated your fingers and pressed one in slowly, then two, working Jeongin open with careful, practiced motions.

Jeongin was already babbling. “So good, feels so good, please, I want—”

“You’ll get it when you can say what you want.”

Jeongin gasped, trembling. “Want you inside me. Want to be used.”

That was all it took.

You lined yourself up and pushed in slowly, savoring every inch as Jeongin gasped and arched beneath you. He gripped the desk hard, moaning as you bottomed out with a low groan.

“So tight,” You hissed. “Fuck, you feel perfect.”

You set a steady rhythm—deep and hard, not fast. Every thrust rocked Jeongin forward on the desk, each one pulling a different sound from his lips.

“Louder,” You demanded. “Let Han hear how desperate you are.”

Han was moaning again, practically rutting into his own hand at the sight.

The room was filled with breathy whimpers, skin against skin, the wet sounds of Jeongin’s pleasure and Han’s soft curses. You didn’t let up—one hand around Jeongin’s throat, not choking, just grounding, while the other snaked around to stroke him in time with each thrust.

It didn’t take long.

Jeongin came hard, spilling across the desk with a hoarse cry. His whole body shook, hips still jerking back for more even as he went limp.

You pulled out slowly, panting—and turned to Han.

“Your turn.”

Han crawled up onto the couch this time, hands braced against the back, legs spread. “Been waiting all night.”

The air in the studio felt thicker now—heavy with sweat, sex, and the lingering sound of Jeongin’s whimpers as he lay boneless across the mixing desk, twitching with aftershocks.

You stepped back, dragging a hand down your face, breath still rough.

But Han was already moving.

He was stretched out on the studio couch, knees spread, head tipped back against the cushions. His flushed chest rose and fell rapidly, skin slick, cock hard and leaking against his stomach.

“Been waiting all night,” he repeated, voice low and needy.

Youapproached slowly, eyes dragging over every inch of him. “You’re so smug when you’re clothed,” You muttered. “Look at you now.”

Han rolled his head to the side and gave a half-smile, but it was weak, hazy around the edges. “Not so smug anymore, huh?”

You knelt between his legs, running your palms up Han’s thighs, spreading him open further. Han trembled.

“No,” You said, leaning in to mouth at the inside of his thigh. “You’re not.”

You kissed higher, licking over sensitive skin, biting softly just beside where Han really wanted him. Han’s hips bucked, a hand flying to the back of your head.

“Please—” he gasped. “Please don’t tease—”

“You didn’t ask nicely,” You murmured, kissing over his hip, up to his stomach, dragging your tongue across taut skin. “Beg for it.”

Han’s hand tightened in your hair, but there was no resistance—only desperation.

“Please,” he groaned. “Need you to fuck me. I’ve wanted it for so long—I can’t wait anymore.”

That earned him a soft chuckle.

“You practiced that line?”

Han panted. “Didn’t need to. I’ve felt it every time you touched me.”

You pulled back just enough to coat your fingers again with lube, then slipped one inside—fast, deep. Han cried out, legs twitching.

“Thought so.”

Youl worked him open quickly, not cruel but not gentle either. Han liked it rougher, his body more impatient, twitching with every curl of fingers that brushed his prostate.

When he was loose and slick, you stood, stroking yourself once, then lined up and pushed in with a low grunt. Han’s back arched off the couch as he moaned—loud, needy, unabashed.

“Fuck, yes—”

“Too loud,” You muttered, and clamped a hand over his mouth. “You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

Han whimpered against your palm, eyes rolling back as you started to move—deep, unrelenting thrusts that drove into him without pause. The wet slap of skin filled the room, Jeongin’s soft gasps from the desk barely audible over Han’s muffled moans.

“Look at you,” You growled, free hand gripping Han’s thigh to push his legs back further. “Always talking shit. But you’re just a hole for me now, aren’t you?”

Han nodded frantically, eyes wide, sweat dripping from his temples. His cock bounced against his belly with every thrust, untouched and leaking like he could come from the fucking alone.

You leaned over him, hand still over his mouth. “You gonna come from this? From just getting used?”

Han’s whole body jolted.

That was a yes.

You moved faster, driving in harder, deeper—chasing your own edge now. Han was writhing beneath you, begging with his eyes, incoherent and wrecked.

Then he came—without warning, cock untouched, spilling across his stomach with a choked, broken sound under your hand.

You fucked him through it, groaning low and feral as your own orgasm ripped through you seconds later, spilling deep inside, hips stuttering before finally stilling.

You stayed there a moment, pressed flush to Han’s shaking body, catching your breath. Then slowly, gently, he pulled out, watching the way Han’s hole fluttered and dripped.

The room was silent, save for their breathing.

Jeongin stirred from the desk, voice hoarse. “Told you we could break him.”

You turned to look at them both—Jeongin still spread out on the desk, flushed and dazed, Han blinking up from the couch, sweaty and wrecked.

You ran a hand through your hair and smirked.

“You didn’t break me.”

You reached for your shirt, dragging it over your shoulders.

“I just needed to remind you who’s really in control.”

[0omillo0]

“Not Funny, Han.” ⓘ han jisung 한지성 x reader

angst to comfort | humor | (soft) smut

word count: 2,676 ࿐

0omillo0’s library ⊹ ࣪ ˖ w: panic attack mention, emotional distress, soft smut, mention of crying, anxiety

ᬊ 🐿️⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🩶

You were mid-lunch, halfway through your sandwich, when Han’s text lit up your phone.

Han: “Do you even care about me or are you just pretending?”

You blinked.

Was that meant for you?

You: “Wait, what?”

You: “Han… what do you mean?”

You stared at the screen, sandwich forgotten, your stomach twisting in confusion. A small voice inside you whispered that something was off. It didn’t sound like him, not really. But the message was there. Cold. Direct.

Han: “I’m just tired. I feel like I’m the only one who gives a shit.”

Your heart stopped.

You read the message again. And again.

What the hell was going on?

You: “Han, please don’t do this. Can we talk? Did I miss something?”

You: “Was it the thing I said earlier? I didn’t mean it like that.”

No reply.

You felt the air leave your lungs. Your brain scrambled for clues, what did you do wrong? This morning, he was fine. He laughed. He said he loved you.

Now this?

The silence stretched.

Ten minutes. Then twenty.

You stared at your phone like it held the key to your sanity, willing it to buzz.

Nothing.

Your chest tightened.

You: “Han, please. I don’t know what’s happening. Just talk to me.”

You: “Are you mad at me?”

You: “You said we’re okay this morning. Did something change?”

Still nothing.

And that’s when your mind spun out.

You knew it was irrational, he was probably just busy, or annoyed, or something. But your anxiety didn’t care. The spiral had already started.

You curled up on the couch, arms around your knees, your favorite plushie hugged tight to your chest, the dumb, soft, blue cat he won you at the fair.

Now you couldn’t breathe.

Your phone trembled in your hand.

You: “If you don’t want to talk to me anymore just… say it.”

You: “Please. I need you to just say something.”

You: “Please.”

And after that?

Still silence.

Meanwhile…

Han was passed out, dead asleep with his phone on his stomach, a bag of chips open next to his pillow, and absolutely zero awareness of the emotional catastrophe he’d accidentally triggered.

What started as a joke, a dumb prank he thought might be funny, spiraled without him realizing.

He was going to do the classic “fake fight over text, make her panic a little, then show up with snacks and act like nothing happened” kind of bit. It was supposed to end with laughter.

But he underestimated how real it felt. How triggering silence could be.

He stirred awake almost three hours later, blinking against the light, reaching lazily for his phone, until he saw your name on his screen. Notification after notification.

His stomach dropped.

You: “I’m sorry if I upset you.”

You: “I’m really trying to understand what I did wrong.”

You: “You’re scaring me.”

You: “Please don’t give me the silent treatment. You promised.”

You: “I can’t breathe.”

Han sat up so fast he nearly headbutted the wall.

“… shit. SHIT—fuck—what the hell did I do.”

He fumbled with his phone, typing with shaky fingers.

Han: “BABY I’M SO SORRY”

Han: “I was joking, I swear, I didn’t mean ANY of that I thought it would be funny but it’s NOT I know that now PLEASE answer me”

Han: “I FELL ASLEEP I DIDN’T MEAN TO LEAVE YOU HANGING”

Han: “I love you so much please don’t think I’m mad”

Han: “I’m coming over. Right now. I’m so sorry.”

-

He grabbed his hoodie, keys, and the first bouquet he could find at the nearest flower shop.

By the time he got to your place, the sun was setting.

He rang the bell.

Once.

Twice.

No answer.

“…Y/N?” His voice cracked.

He used the spare key you’d given him.

He stepped in carefully, heart in his throat.

Then he saw you.

Asleep on the couch.

Tear tracks down your face. Plushie clutched in your arms like a lifeline. Shoulders still trembling.

His heart shattered in real time.

“God, what did I do…” he whispered, crouching beside you, brushing a loose strand of hair from your cheek. He wanted to wake you, to explain everything, but something told him not to. Not yet.

So he walked quietly into the kitchen and started cooking.

-

You woke up to the smell of buldak chicken ramen, your favorite.

You blinked, groggy and confused, the tightness in your chest only barely faded.

When you sat up, you spotted him in the kitchen, wearing your ridiculous pink apron with the cartoon bear on it.

Your throat tightened.

“Why… are you in my house?” you asked, voice still raw.

Han turned around, awkwardly holding a wooden spoon and a guilty face. “Uh… cooking. And panicking. Also apologizing.”

You stared. “You’re cooking ramen?”

“I also brought flowers. They’re in the tragic bouquet family, but they’re honest.”

Your eyes dropped to the little bundle on the table, messy, a little sad-looking, but clearly picked with effort. You hated how your heart softened.

You exhaled. “You made me think you hated me.”

Han’s smile vanished. He walked over slowly, setting the spoon down.

“I know. I was a fucking idiot. I thought it’d be funny to prank you, to start a fake fight and then be like ‘gotcha!’ and show up with snacks.”

You stared at him, unblinking. “Han.”

“I know. It’s monumentally stupid. I will never prank again. I have learned the ways of pain and guilt and sorrow.”

“…You fell asleep?”

“For three hours. I was gonna text you after ten minutes. But then chips and sleep and—look, there’s no excuse. I messed up.”

You sat there in silence for a long moment, just watching him.

Then: “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

His eyes widened. “Does that mean I’m not canceled?”

You sighed and opened your arms. “Come here before I change my mind.”

He rushed to you like a puppy, crashing into your hug, holding you so tightly it was like he thought you’d disappear if he let go.

“I love you so much,” he whispered into your neck. “I’m sorry for everything. You didn’t deserve that.”

“I really didn’t,” you muttered, but your fingers threaded through his hair. “You scared me, Han. You know how I get when people stop replying like that.”

He nodded. “I know. And I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Every morning. Every night. I’ll even watch that terrible dating show you like.”

“…You already do.”

“Exactly. That’s how much I love you.”

-

Dinner was quiet but warm. You ate curled beside him on the couch, half on his lap, while he offered you bites with dramatic airplane noises and sheepish kisses.

When you were both done, he took your plate and set it aside, then leaned in.

“Still mad?” he asked, his nose brushing yours.

“A little.”

“Wanna kiss anyway?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such an idiot.”

He grinned. “But I’m your idiot.”

Your lips met in a slow, deep kiss that tasted like comfort and apologies. His hands found your waist, your fingers slid under his hoodie, and the soft heat between you grew warmer, heavier, more desperate.

“I need you,” he murmured against your mouth.

“I’m right here,” you whispered, tugging him toward the bedroom.

Han kissed you like a man starving, like he was terrified you’d disappear if he didn’t hold you tight enough. Your hands slid under his hoodie, tugging it off in one smooth motion.

“Tell me you’re okay,” he whispered against your lips.

“I am now,” you breathed, fingers trailing down his chest.

He pressed you into the mattress with a care that made your throat close. He took his time with you, like worship, like a love letter written in skin and sighs. Every kiss on your shoulder, every graze of his hand down your sides was an apology spoken fluently in touch.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured, voice hoarse.

You nodded, breath hitching as his lips trailed down your neck, over your collarbone, lower. He made you feel like the center of the universe. Like you were precious. Soft moans filled the room, and your name left his lips like a prayer.

“I’m yours,” he whispered when he was inside you, forehead pressed against yours. “Always yours.”

You held onto him like gravity, moving together in slow, desperate rhythm… he didn’t rush, didn’t joke, just touched you like you mattered more than anything he’d ever known.

The moment you fell apart, he kissed away the tears still lingering on your lashes. And when he followed right after you, burying his face in your neck, your fingers locked in his hair, you both knew something had shifted.

Deeper. Stronger.

Unbreakable.

-

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+ 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗥𝗬

in which a quiet visit to her room turns into something else entirely. Hyun-tak finds her diary, and with it, the truth he never saw coming.

+ 𝗚𝗢 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡-𝗧𝗔𝗞 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

CH 1 , CH 2 , CH 3

✎ᝰ.ᐟ⋆⑅˚₊

April 12th, 2013

DEARRRRR DIARYYYYYYY 😡🍫🩰🌸

TODAY WAS THE FLOWER FESTIVALLLL

AND I AM NEVER NEVER NEVER SPEAKING TO HYUN-TAK AGAIN.

(But also maybe I forgived him a little. BUT ONLY A LITTUL.)

SO.

It was our DANCE PERFORMANCE!!! On the REAL STAGE!! With like… A THOUSAND PEOPLE (okay maybe like 34 but STILL!!!)

And I had my sparkly dress and butterfly hairclip and shiny shoes and I looked like a FAIRY QUEEN 🧚‍♀️✨

AND THEN THERE WAS HYUN-TAK.

Looking like a GRUMPY POTATO in a vest 😤

He didn’t even brush his hair good!!! It was sticking out like a cactus!!! 🌵

We were posed to do the twirly spin part first BUT HE FORGOT and just STOOD THERE with his arms like this: 🧍‍♂️??????

AND THEN HE STEPPED ON MY FOOT

WITH HIS STUPID BOY SHOE 😭😭😭

I almost CRIED ON STAGE but I DIDN’T

(‘Cause I’m strong.)

Everyone was looking and Teacher made the “uh-oh face” and I just… I JUST WANTED TO RUN AWAY FOREVER 😭😭

After the dance I didn’t talk to him. Not even once. Not even a “tch.”

I went and sat behind the tree and picked at my snack like a SAD SQUIRREL 🐿️

THEN…

THENNNNNN…

HE CAME TO ME.

And he had this little dumb crinkly thing in his hand and threw it in my lap and said:

“Stop crying. It’s just a dance.”

It was a chocolate. 🍫

My FAVRIT KIND. The one with the pink swirly strawberry cream inside that melts like a hug 😭💗

I said,

“I’M NOT CRYING!!!”

(But maybe I kinda was.)

I broke it in half.

I gave him the big half.

He took it without saying thank you (RUDE 🙄)

THEN—

HE SAID:

“Wanna do it again? Like… better?”

I said “Whaaaattt?” and he said “In the playground. No stage. Just the real way this time.”

So we went. Just us.

And we played the song on my mom’s phone (it was kinda crackly but still good)

And we danced again.

With no stage.

No people.

Just sky. And wind. And him.

AND HE DIDN’T MESS UP THIS TIME 😳

He spun me and didn’t stomp and even SMILED a little (like this 😊 but SMALLER)

It was like a secret dance

Like a movie

Like a secret movie just for me.

I hope we dance again. But maybe not in front of people.

Just like that.

Just us.

Okay bye diary

I’m still mad. But like… a little less. 🙄

Love, Y/N

✎ᝰ.ᐟ⋆⑅˚₊

December 14th, 2013

Dear Diarreeeeee 😤👊💔👶

TODAY WAS SOOOO STUPID but also like, kind of woah.

BUT ALSO VERYYYY STUPID 😤

SO! At recess we were playing HOUSE. It was Mina's idea (it’s always Mina’s idea), and everyone picked parts and I was gonna be the DOG 🐶 (I was gonna bark real good too!!)

BUT THEN!!!

They said Hyun-Tak had to be the DADDY 😑 because he was the tallest and he said

“That’s dumb. I don’t wanna be anything.”

BUT HE DID IT ANYWAY. Because Teacher said we “gotta take turns.”

SO I SAID—

“OKAY THEN I’LL BE THE MOMMY!!!”

‘Cause DUH.

HELLO??? If Hyun-Tak is being the Daddy then obviously I gotta be Mommy. He’s my best friend. That’s like… the rules of the world 🌎💥

BUT THEN—

Juri goes

“Noooo I’m the Mommy! I picked it first!”

AND I SAID

“No I did! I said it before you even said anything!”

AND SHE SAID

“Well Hyun-Tak can pick. Who do you want to be Mommy?”

AND I LOOKED AT HIM.

AND HE JUST SHRUGGED 😐

LIKE A USELESS BAG OF NO HELP.

SO THEN Juri PULLED MY HAIR 😡😡😡😡

ACTUALLY. PULLED. MY. HAIR. 😭😭😭

She grabbed my braid and yanked it and I was GONNA THROW HER IN THE SAND PIT 😤💥

BUT THEN—

HYUN-TAK GOT IN THE MIDDLE.

He pulled her hand off me and made his grumpy face and said:

“STOP IT. You're being annoying.”

AND HE TOOK MY HAND.

MY ACTUAL HAND.

AND LOOKED AT HER AND SAID—

“I’ll only be the Daddy if Y/N is the Mommy.”

AND I THINK—

I THINK I DIED.

LIKE I ACTUALLY WENT TO THE CLOUDS ☁️ AND CAME BACK.

Because I didn’t even say thank you.

I just stared.

My face felt like a microwave.

My stomach did the swingy swingy thing.

I don’t even remember what happened after.

Mina said Juri ran away but I didn’t even care.

Because his hand was still holding mine

AND IT WAS WARM.

He let go right after and said

"You don't have to fight."

BUT. BUT. BUT.

He picked me.

Me.

And I dunno why but I can’t stop smiling and it’s annoying and I wanna yell and also hug my pillow and I don’t even KNOW WHAT THIS FEELING IS 😵‍💫

I’m not gonna tell him.

Ever.

Maybe.

(Okay maybe someday. When we’re 80.)

Okay bye Diary. My braid still hurts. But my heart is doing jumpy jumps.

Love, Y/N

✎ᝰ.ᐟ⋆⑅˚₊

He stared at the page for another long moment.

Then, quietly—he laughed. Not loud. Just a low, breathy thing in his throat. The kind that crept up before he could stop it.

“I’ll only be the Daddy if Y/N is the Mommy.”

He muttered the words under his breath, like reading a line from a play he’d forgotten being part of.

“…Did I really say that?”

He looked up toward the ceiling like it might help him remember. Everything was a blur from back then—muddy shoes, scraped knees, swings that always squeaked too loud. Her hair in lopsided braids. Her voice never shutting up.

But yeah. Maybe he had said that. In that grouchy, don’t-touch-me way of his. He rolled his eyes and leaned his head back again, letting out a crooked grin.

“She had a crush on me?” he scoffed to himself. “Her? Me?”

He let that thought swirl in the silence for a second. And then snorted. “Yeah, right.”

She used to beat him with her pencil case in 4th grade whenever he teased her about her handwriting. And she once made him carry her backpack for a week straight because she said it was “the tax for being annoying.”

Crush?

She used to yell at him for breathing too loud. Still—he couldn't help but laugh again. Just a little.

They were five.

They also swore they’d get married under the jungle gym and live in a treehouse with ten dogs and no adults allowed. She made him pinky promise and everything. Then tried to bite his hand when he said treehouses were stupid.

So yeah. That probably counted as a crush. Whatever it was. He let his eyes drift back down to the diary.

Faint sparkles still clung to the page like they were trying to time-travel with him.

He ran a thumb over the words one last time, then flipped the page. The paper made a soft whispering sound—like a curtain being drawn open.

A new date waited at the top, in shaky, sparkly ink.

January 2nd, 2014

He settled deeper into the pillows, one leg folded, diary in his lap. His hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands like they always did when he read for too long.

He didn’t know what he was looking for. He just knew he wasn’t ready to stop reading yet.

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[cherrywrecked]

pleasing wonyoung with a toy but she gets too loud so you put her mouth to good use?

can i be 🐿️ anonnie?

of course, you can be 🐿️ anon! thank you. 🥹🌸

ah, wonyoung. sweet baby wonyoung. :(( used to be so innocent. until you happened. now, she's just a very sensitive bunny, always craving for your touch and you've always wondered how she'd act if you use your toys on her.

“it's okay, baby, mommy's done this so many times before, i promise you'll feel good.” reassuring her and sealing the promise with a kiss over her lips, spreading her legs. you turned on the vibrating dildo, teasing it over her inner thighs, preparing her for the toy. “m-mommy... it tickles.” wony says, squirming under your touch, still as cute as ever.

“sshh, keep your legs open for me, doll.” to which she obliged to, hand covering her mouth as whimpers slip out from her tiers. you locked eyes with her as you brought the toy closer to her cunt. wonyoung lets out a loud gasp as the toy finally touched her wet core, legs closing almost immediately. “keep your legs open, wonyoung. this is your last warning from me.” the once sweet tone now turned threatening. wonyoung could only do so much as pushing herself to keep her legs open, hips moving along to the slow vibrations of the toy. you could see her cunt dripping down the cheeks of her ass and shit. you just want to push your face in between her legs and smother your lips with her juices, but teasing wonyoung this was was more fun.

without warning, you increased the intensity of the vibrations, testing out its different modes on wonyoung. all modes were driving her crazy—only moans and begging coming out of her pretty, fuckable lips. god, her plump, pink lips look so inviting... “hold this, baby.”, you said, handing her the toy over. wony pressed the tip harder against her clit, her moans growing louder as you got ever more horny for her. Her moans had always been the prettiest, just like herself, but god. Never have you thought she could sound better than she already does. Finally taking your own clothes off, wonyoung tried to reach out for you—to touch you. “Want… want you… touch… please…” wonyoung’s words were incoherent, tongue out as she pants, the toy still pressed against her clit. God, she’s the most obedient girl ever, how can you not give her what she wants?

“Open up for mommy, princess.” you said as you hovered above her face, head tilting back as you felt her soft tongue press against your slit. You groaned as you lowered your hips, hand grabbing the toy away from the girl’s hold. Wonyoung wraps her lips around your clit, sucking on it. Without warning, you switched the vibrator’s intensity to its highest, making wonyoung arch her back, moaning against your core. The vibrations emitting from her moans against your clit—your moans echoing wonyoung’s was driving the little girl insane, mind clouded with nothing but lust and hunger for you. “Mommy… mommy…!” wonyoung squeals under you as you held her waist down, hips grinding against her face. “Your mouth, princess. Make mommy cum and i’ll give you what you want.” the both of you knew very well what she wanted and wonyoung already knew what to do. With all the power she can muster, she lifts her hand up, presses her thumb against your clit as she slips her tongue along the length of your slit, your juices coating her already wet muscle before it enters your dripping hole, the warmth of your entrance making her moan. As if her tongue was her dick feeling your tightness and wetness around it. like the good girl wonyoung is, she makes you cum with nothing but her tongue and her thumb pressed harshly against your clit whilst your hips move atop her, legs shaking as your juices mess with her beautiful face.

“fuck, baby.” your voice, raspy and breathy, sent shivers down wonyoung’s spine. she found it sexy. sexiest it’s ever been. you unlatched yourself from her only to hover atop her again, this time your bodies pressed against each other. the vibrator, forgotten, vibrates just on the bed. it was a shame, seeing such a pretty useful toy not to get used, right? just like wonyoung herself.

you kissed wonyoung’s lips, making out with the younger girl. her moans against your lips was enough to make you crave her more. without even pulling away, you found the vibrator—not wasting any time, you immediately pressed it on wonyoung’s hard nipples, the tip of the dildo teasing her sensitive bud. “mommy… more… more, please. mommy.” her voice sounds so beautiful begging, calling your name like that. keeping your promise, you worked your way to kiss her down her jaw, neck, and eventually her tits. sucking on one of her nipples whilst the other gets played with the vibrator—which doesn't last long as you trailed the toy down back to her clit, obviously wet now, dripping, even.

a loud gasp escapes wonyoung’s lips, keeping them ajar, you slipped two fingers into her mouth as you positioned yourself in between her legs. with the vibrator in between both your legs, you started riding wonyoung, scissoring the younger girl. it wasn't even to your surprise anymore when you felt wonyoung move on her own and you didn't have to do anything else. you just watched her please both of you, eyes rolling as she tried her very best to keep the eye contact. wonyoung is such a mess. she’d always been, as long as she's with you. the good little girl becomes a slut hungry for orgasm, hungry for you.

this feels so rushed— it is, actually. it's been on my drafts for so long, i just wanted to post it already.

[absolutedaisy]

I saw your new url despite not knowing you were planning to change it and I immediately knew it was you, best wishes in your Zoey hyperfixtation

its not even a hatchetfield fixation its just HER

[melodic-haze]

I just want to bend Navia over and fuck her with my strap ^_^ her thighs are so tempting I can’t do this I need this woman right now

(also, can I be 🐿️ anon?)

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Navia x dom!fem!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Strap-on use

☆ — NOTES: I shit you not I remember only logging in to get Navia and then stopped playing again when I got her. ALSO YES YOU CAN BE 🐿 ANON MY FIRST ONE HIIIII 🥰🥰🥰🥰 SORRY I'M GOING FOR SHORTER SHIT RN 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I NEED HER RIGHT THIS SECOND TOO OUGHHH I'm gonna indulge with you anon good god

The. The gap where. Her thighs are visible ughghhghg save me SAVE MEEEEE

You sit down together and you squeeze that part of Navia's thighs and she sits up in alert brfore fully debating on whether to keepy your hand there or to swat it away. It usually stays though 🤷‍♀️

Using her like some kinda fleshlight would be so fun lol

Bend her over and fuck her reaaaaally nice and hard 🫶🫶 have her absolutely SOBBING telling you to slow down but you don't bc really lol why would you??? Especially not when she grinds herself on your strap whenever you stop

DUDE fold her in half so that she can't move, or like hold her thighs down as you absolutely RAIL her to oblivion oh my god

Can I just say the ripple effect would go crazy though. LOL yes ugghhgh watch her thighs and her ass move and jiggle every time you bottom out inside of her

You felt her quaking from underneath you as Navia came for.. maybe the third or the fourth time so far. Her loud moans echoed through the room like a pleasant chime as your hips moved to carry her through her high, your eyes still utterly transfixed at the way her thighs ripple whenever your hips slam into yours.

When you think your lover's orgasm had mostly receded, you give her thigh a soft smack before squeezing it, the former action earning what sounded to be a cross between a yelp and another moan from her. She doesn't seem mad at the sudden impact though—in fact, she seems delighted in the way that she gives you a tired grin as she combs her blonde hair out of the way of her sapphire blue eyes.

Instead of continuing again, you decided to take a little break for a short while, though you don't really make the move to pull out. Instead, you keep the strap inside of her as you reach for the cup of water prepared on the nightstand with your other hand.

You lightly tapped your lover's beautiful thighs to gain her attention, "Can you drink on your own or do you want me to pass it to you?"

"Mmm... Think I can drink it on my own for now, thank you." She slowly sat up and took the glass, carefully making sure that you don't slip out from the movement, "I don't know how stable my motor skills will be when you continue with doing that, though."

"Oh? Not if, when?" You raised an eyebrow jokingly as she basically gulped down her drink, "You expected more from me? What if I wanted to stop here?"

She puts the glass back down once she's finished before leaning on her palms behind her, "Then we'll stop. But I really doubt you want to, considering this--" she nods her head down at the toy, "--is still inside of me."

"That your detective skills at work right now?"

"No, just that I know you intimately enough to know you haven't had enough of me."

"I mean, you're right." You buck your hips to make a point and she lets out a gasp, biting her lip as she drops to lean on her elbows instead, "I definitely could never have enough of you."

She gives you an impish smirk, "Then take all of me, ma douce."

Really, the most polite answer would be to do so.

I reckon she's a chronic biter yk. Like hold her close to you as you piston her and she'll bite whatever part of you she can

Don't just bend her over too guys make her ride you 🫶🫶🫶☺️☺️ she happily will!!!! Wielding a huge axe like that has GOT to do shit for your legs too not just your arms so she has the STAMINA go bounce on your cock like her life depends on it, giving you the fill view of you cunt practically consuming you whole like a woman starved. Oh my god I'm having such a fixation with them now that you've said it sorry LOL UM anyway yeah grab onto her thighs, dictate her pace or else she'll do what she wants and chase her release before you actually want her to :((((

Bonus points I think she'd be a size queen too :3 the bigger the better❗️❗️❗️ She swears she can handle it when she first asks you to use one that's Big but then you're in bed with her rn and she sobs out like "it's too much" or "I feel so full" but like just tell her to take it cuz realistically she put this on herself 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

When you're all done, have her clean you off ☺️☺️☺️☺️ she'll take it aaaaaallllllll the way down to the base without any complaints. Even if it's too big, she'll try her very best❗️❗️❗️ And after that, perhaps you could have her service you in return when you take the strap off :3333 it's only fair, and she wouldn't want to leave you unsatisfied after all you've done for her 🤷‍♀️

[luvyeni]

p. nerd!jisung x femcheerleader!reader x cheerleader!felix | warnings: threesome, kissing, handjobs, blowjobs, mxm themes | words: 0.7k ~ (725) 🐿️🐥ㆍ₊⊹

request: if you do threesomes any two stray kids members please 🫶🏻 ( i really like your work.)

authors note. thank you my luv❤️ i hope you like it

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

you and your other cheerleader friend felix bringing back nerd jisung under the pretense of “hanging”

of course jisung was skeptical; both of he never even talk to any of you before today— he never really talked to anyone actually; he stayed to his lonesome, reading a book or doing works that won’t be due for another week or two, so when you and felix approached his lunch date asking for him to hang out after school, he was certain you two were playing with him— and he was wrong per say, you both were toying with him, but that was simply because you both wanted him.

you and felix loved nerds like jisung; wide eyes but never knows what’s going on around them type of guys — jocks never really did anything for the boy of you, but jisung did, and you both wanted to get your hands on him.

like usual jisung didn’t know what was happening, both of you sitting on your bed, he sat awkwardly on the end, watching you both talk about cheer and other stuff he really wasn’t interested in; he clutched the sheets, trying not to eye your legs in your shorts— biting his lips nervously as he kept focusing on the way felix’s lips moved, or the way his hand rested comfortably on your thigh.

“come here.” you finally acknowledged him. “come sit up here with us.” felix coaxed him up. “we invited you to hang out with us and you’re sitting so far away.” he slowly made his way to you two, sitting in between the both of you. “comfy?” you smiled, he nodded; cheeks rosy. “you’re so cute, you know that?”

“n-no.” he stuttered feeling your pink stiletto nails scratching his thigh, felix chuckled. “why are you so nervous jisung?” he questioned. “its just us.” It was felixs turn to put his hand on the other one. “just relax.”

he let out a sigh upon feeling your glossed lips touch his neck. “you’ve never had someone kiss you like that have.” Felix whispered, his hand finally coming to his pants, cupping his cock. “touch you down here?” jisung shook his head, you sucked little marks in his neck. “no-no.”

you smiled against his skin, of course he was a virgin. “you like the way felix is touching you?” you purred in his ear. “can i touch you too?” he moaned as felix unzipped his pants. “i-if you want to.” his eyes followed felix’s hand go into his underwear, touching him. “he’s so hard.”

Jisung felt like he was in heaven as both of your hands worked on his cock, stroking it, both of you kissing each side of his neck, he’s never felt anything like this before. “th-that feels really good.” he whimpered. “yeah?” you pulled away from his neck. “felix how about we make him feel even better?”

felix groaned, pulling away from him as well. “fuck yeah.” felix reached over, kissing you, your lips messily moving against each other; it was natural to you both, you often engaged in things together, no one could satisfy you like each other could. “wh-what are you gonna do?”

you both smiled at each, pushing his legs apart. “make you feel good.” he didn’t know what that meant until he felt both of your lips on his cock. “oh my.” he gasped as you licked his tip. “he taste good.” felix took him into his mouth much like you did. “fuck that feels good.” you licked a stripe up the base his length, meeting felixs mouth at the tip; jisung was gonna blow his load, all of this was just too hot for him; only an hour ago he’d only touched himself a few times, but this was different, both of you working on his cock; taking turns stroking and sucking, making all while making out each other. “i’m gonna cum.” he whimpered.

you both felt his cock twitch, he let out a moan, cum spurting from his mushroom tip, landing on both your faces. “fuck.” Jisung cursed, he’d never cum this much before; and he was still hard. “awe lixie.” you pouted, jisung thought you looked innocent, despite his cum all over your face. “he’s still hard.”

“that’s because he hasn’t had that pretty pussy yet, just wait.” felix said, you moaned feeling felix touch your clothed cunt. “maybe you should fuck him first, let him feel your big cock.” jisung moaned. “tell us baby what do you want first?” you purred. “my cock or her pussy?” jisung didn’t care at this point, he wanted it all. “b-both.”

you turned to each other. “he’s naughty, i like him.” You said. “lets keep him.” felix nodded. “whatever you want pretty.” He watched you get naked, whispering against jisungs neck. “lets fuck him yn , before i explode.” you straddled his lap, kissing his nose, both of you watching felix undress. “you’re ours now.” your finger traced his jaw. “gonna let us use you whenever we want?” jisung nodded. “pl-please use me.”

jisung didn’t know what you both meant by that, but he didn’t care, he wanted both of you— right now. “good boy.” felix groaned stroking his cock.

“cause we’re gonna drain for everything you got baby boy.”

©️LUVYENI

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hiiii. I hope you are well. I would like to request Cregan Stark x female!reader where reader is sleeping in her chambers and has a nightmare and walks the halls late at night going to Cregan’s chambers for comfort but is also hesitant because the two haven’t really spent time together since they were put into an arranged marriage. She stands in front of his bedroom door while trying to decide if she should knock or not but before she could Cregan opens the door after hearing movement. He spends the night trying to make her feel safe. Thank you 😊

I’m rusty and out of practice after not writing for hotd for so long but I hope this makes up for it 🦦🐿️

You couldn’t go back to sleep, the nightmare had awoken you so suddenly and violently that the idea of falling back to sleep disturbed you greatly, so instead you took to walking the foreign halls of your new home in Winterfell.

In truth it took some time for you to get accustomed to the change in climate, that and the change from your old rather relaxed and light attire to thick furs and multiple layers to keep warm, but you were reassured by your parents that you’d sooner or later come to love the endless landscapes of snow with your arrange marriage to Lord Cregan Stark.

Now Cregan Stark had been nothing but considerate and generous towards you, a honourable man amongst immature little boys as your father would put it, and his words have never been more true as house Stark was well known for their loyalty and their dedication to their duty. However it was due to Cregan’s commitment to his duty that left you with little to no time to get to know the man who had already garnered quite the reputation for himself. You did not blame the man for doing so, it was admirable to see a man do whatever it took to protect his home compared to those who dared called themselves men back home; the very same ‘men’ who’d abandon their wives and children for a silver of something…younger and more beautiful.

And yet you found yourself coming out of a self induced daze and stood outside of Cregan’s own personal chambers, almost as if your body had stopped it’s ceaseless wandering and brought you to the one person who could bring you comfort on its own accord, but yet you failed to find the strength to even lift a hand to knock on the heavy door as new thoughts of whether you’d be interrupting or annoying him with your presence; This was the only time where you wished you spent more time getting to know Cregan as you didn’t know the type of man he’d be when you needed him for moments such as these, moments where you’d be frightened and out of your mind with increasing worry, even over the smallest of things.

Would you be a burden to him? Too much for him? Would your actions tonight alone would bring about the end of the arrangement? All these answers so much more ran rampant within your head as you began to second guess whether or not this was your smartest of decisions, going and seeking comfort from a man you knew far too little about on a personal level over something as simple as a nightmare, you’ve contemplated this for quite a while to the point you felt stupid and childish that you didn’t notice the noise you had made already brought Cregan out of his slumber.

‘Are you alright m’lady?’ Cregan asks upon noticing how conflicted you looked as you shifted your weight on your feet and fiddling with your hands.

‘My lord,’ you gasped, ‘what’s you doing up at such time as this?’

Cregan tilted his head. ‘Well I heard shuffling outside my door and I came to see what it was, only to find you in deep thought.’ He then reached out to grasp your hand in his securely as his eyes softened. ‘Is there something the matter? Something wrong?’ He then asks in a whisper. ‘Anything I can do to help my betrothed rest easier?’

You tried to smile as authentically as you could in hopes of dissuading Cregan from going out of his way for you and let out a laugh. ‘There’s no need, I just…needed some air and familiarise my new home.’ You told him but it was obvious that he wasn’t buying it as Cregan looked down the hallway before pulling you into his chambers and closing the door behind him. ‘Now that there is no possibility for anyone to intrude, would you like to tell me what’s bothering you m’lady?’

‘I-‘ you tried to speak but found yourself falling short of an easily believable answer, especially not when his eyes seemingly read you like an open book.

‘There is no need to keep up appearances, not with me,’ Cregan says as he gently guides you to a nearby chair, still holding your hand, as though deep down he knew that you needed to be in some form of constant contact with him to bring yourself back to reality. ‘Now tell me what’s gotten you so distraught?’ He knew something was wrong but didn’t know how to handle the situation without you telling him what it was that was disturbing you. Now Cregan understood that you might not be on that level of comfortability with him just yet to open up about your innermost thoughts and feelings, he can just hope that him being here with you was proof enough to show that he deeply cared for your well-being, and that with time you’ll come to him freely and without fear that he’d cast you and your heart aside.

You didn’t say anything at first, still having your concerns on how he’d react once you tell him, but the other side of your mind was telling you to take this an an opportunity to make up for the lack of time to get to know each other, so you opened your mouth and the words that you’ve been trying to put a stop poured out seamlessly. ‘I had a nightmare and I thought that a walk would help but it seems as though at the thought of you, my feet brought me to your chambers on their own accord.’

Cregan smiled softly as he squeezed your hand, running his thumb across it. ‘Is that so m’ lady? You thought of me in your moment of need?’

‘Of course,’ you tell him, finally squeezing his hand back, feeling yourself growing more confident and secure within his presence, ‘It was as though deep down I knew you’d never scoff at my worries, and instead bring me comfort as though it were instinct, but my mind tried to trick me into believing that you wouldn’t and I would’ve believed them had you not answer the door when you did.’ You admitted and felt a weight come off of your shoulders, allowing you to fully relax within Cregan’s presence that felt akin to the comforting weight of furs being draped over your shoulders, comforting, warm and grounding.

‘And I never would scoff at your worries because your worries are my worries m’lady.’ Cregan tells you as he knelt before you, resting his free hand against your cheek, watching as you melted into his touch, sighing in content. ‘Now tell me how I can be of help to you be rid of this pain?’ He then asks softly as though speaking any louder would somehow offend you.

‘Pardon me if this seems too forward my lord but,’ you paused to take in Cregan’s handsome features before looking down at your intertwined hands, this was the union that your parents wanted for you and now that you were here with him, you didn’t want to leave for your lonely chambers, ‘would you allow for me to stay here for the night, held in your arms until the nightmare is a memory long forgotten.’ You finished, looking into his eyes as they gleamed with happiness and love.

‘Only if you are comfortable with that m’lady.’ Cregan said and you couldn’t help but chuckle as his thoughtfulness towards you, the same thoughtfulness that suggested sleeping in separate rooms until you felt comfortable enough to share a room with him.

‘Of course I do,’ you tell him with a real genuine smile, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his as you squeezed his hand, ‘I wouldn’t have suggest it if I didn’t.’ You added and without hesitation Cregan brought you into his strong arms as he carried you off towards his bed, laying you down gently as he join you before pull in you back into his arms again, softly guiding your head into resting against his chest.

Cregan turned out to be a lot warmer than you had originally expected but you couldn’t help but snuggle further against him, making him smile and press a featherlight kiss to your head as he tightened his hold on you. ‘I promise to keep your nightmares at bay as you deserve only the sweetest and kindest of dreams to greet you at the end of every day.’ He promises to you as he pressed another kiss to your head, making you smile widely as you couldn’t help but feel as though you were already living within a dream with how impossibly perfect Cregan was.

‘I feel as though I am in one already my lord.’ You tell him sleepily.

‘Then I shall try my best to make you keep thinking that m’lady.’ Cregan replied as you soon feel asleep against the man who had quickly claimed your heart.

[leeeedith]

STRAY KIDS reaction to their first time with their S/O

Bang Chan 🐺

As the atmosphere around you both shifts, Chan’s usual protective and caring nature takes the lead. He’s a little shy, but his sincerity is undeniable. "Hey," he says softly, looking into your eyes. "I want you to know… I really care about you. This isn’t something I take lightly. Are you sure?" His voice is low, but there's a vulnerability to it. It’s not just the moment that’s intimate, but the way he makes sure you’re comfortable. He leans in slowly, reading your cues, letting you take the lead, because he wants this moment to be something you both can share equally.

Lee Know 🐰

You feel the heat in the room, but when Minho looks at you with a smirk, his usual playful vibe remains. "You really want this, huh?" he teases lightly, but there’s a warmth in his eyes, a softness hidden behind his mischievous grin. He’s full of charm, but he’s also aware of the seriousness in this moment. When he touches your hand, there’s a quiet, reassuring moment that follows. No words are needed. It’s just the tenderness in the way he holds you, taking his time, respecting your space, but making sure you know he’s fully present with you.

Changbin 🐷

Changbin’s energy is usually intense, but when you two finally connect on this level, his strength softens. His hands are warm and firm, and you can feel the careful, yet genuine affection he has for you. "I’ve wanted this, but only when you’re ready," he murmurs, his voice deep and steady, but there’s a hint of vulnerability there. He’s the type to want to make sure you’re completely comfortable before anything progresses, and his protective instincts are even more evident in the way he’s so gentle with you. You both take your time, not rushing, just existing in the moment together.

Hyunjin 😺

Hyunjin's presence fills the room, but his touch is soft, almost like he’s afraid to break the intimacy of the moment. "I want this, but only if you do too," he says with a quiet confidence. His smile is tender, yet there’s a slight nervousness beneath it. He holds you in a way that feels like you’re precious to him, as though every movement, every word, is intentional and filled with meaning. He kisses you slowly, savoring the moment, as if trying to make it last forever.

Han 🐿️

Han is the type to keep things light and fun, but when it comes to you, there’s an unexpected tenderness to his approach. "I’ve never felt this way about anyone before," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He’s open with his feelings, which makes you feel even closer to him. He touches you gently, almost as if he's afraid of making the moment too intense. But his eyes give him away—the love he has for you is undeniable. He might joke around, but in this moment, you both feel the deep bond you share, and it’s not about anything other than how much you care for each other.

Felix 🐥

Felix's warmth is apparent, even in the most intimate of moments. He runs his fingers gently through your hair, brushing it back from your face, his touch tender and full of affection. "You make me feel so lucky," he murmurs, his voice soft and full of emotion. He’s genuinely present, every inch of him fully focused on making sure you feel safe and cared for. His kisses are slow and filled with intention, and he lets the moment breathe, allowing the two of you to connect in a way that feels personal and beautiful.

Seungmin 🐶

Seungmin is usually calm and composed, but in this moment, you see a side of him that’s pure and vulnerable. He looks at you seriously, but there's a quiet warmth in his gaze. "You’re everything to me," he says softly, the words catching in the air between you both. He doesn’t rush anything. His touch is gentle, almost reverent. He’s the type to take his time, to make sure every moment is meaningful. You can tell this is something he’s thought about for a long time, and when you finally kiss, it’s with the kind of tenderness that speaks volumes.

I.N 🦊

Jeongin is a little shy, but you can feel how much he cares through every movement. "Is this okay?" he asks, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and a slight hint of nervousness. He’s not sure how to act, but that only makes him more endearing. When you kiss, it’s soft, innocent, and full of promise. He holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world, and it’s clear he’s trying to savor every second of it. His touch is gentle, and he always looks at you with a sense of wonder—this is something new for him, but it’s something he wants to experience fully with you.

[jaymentions]

Caught on Cam | 양정원

📬 Archived Letters #02 — “Caught on Cam”

╰┈➤ For the one who watched every lap, even from miles away.

pairings. idol!bf!yang jungwon x f1 ferrari driver!reader

w.c. 2.9k

soundtrack. just give me your forever by zack tadbudlo, double take by dhruv, and still with you by jungkook

authors note. let me know if you want to get tag by jungwons pov! I hope you enjoy this one ❤️

jungwon pov

You hated rainy Saturdays.

The kind that soaked through your fireproofs before you even reached the garage.

The kind where strategy meetings turned into math puzzles, and every lap felt like skating on melted butter.

But what made it worse today?

He wasn’t here.

Your eyes flicked up to the paddock windows above the pit lane. Empty. Not that he ever stood in view anyway—but you always looked.

Just in case.

One Grand Prix ago, he’d surprised you after qualifying. Just stood there like a scene from a drama, holding two chocolate pastries and smiling like he hadn’t just flown halfway across the world to see you for eight hours.

You’d had to sneak into the back of the Ferrari motorhome just for one quick, stolen hug.

But this weekend?

Radio silence.

No chocolate.

No soft cheeks to pinch.

No late-night “힘내요, racer girl 🐿️” (“You’ve got this, racer girl 🐿️”) voice message.

And you hated how much you noticed.

You leaned back in the garage, helmet tucked under your arm, pretending to care about the telemetry your engineer was explaining.

Then your phone buzzed in your pocket.

[ my cutie only won ]

won: “Rain make vroom girl sad?”

You bit back a grin instantly.

Typing quickly:

🏎️: “Only when chipmunk goes missing.”

won: “Next GP. Promise. Red team lucky charm. Don’t crash.”

won: “No promises.”

You still remembered the first time you met him.

It wasn’t dramatic or romantic.

It involved a chocolate croissant, a shared table, and a battle fought through Google Translate in a new bakery café in Seoul.

You were in town for off-season training during your Formula 4 season. The bakery had just opened—run by your friend—and they’d dragged you in to “test the menu.”

It was warm inside. Cozy. Filled with the smell of butter, sugar, and fresh milk bread. A playlist of soft Korean indie music played overhead.

Your usual was already waiting: a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and chocolate drizzle, steaming in a white ceramic mug.

You were halfway through mentally ranking the pastries on the shelf when the bell over the door jingled.

In walked Yang Jungwon—hood up, cap pulled low, hoodie slightly too big.

He ordered softly, “초코 크루아상 하나요…” (“One chocolate croissant, please…”) and then glanced around.

No empty tables. Just yours.

He hesitated. Then approached like someone approaching a wild animal.

“Uh… hello?” he asked carefully in English. “Can I sit here…? Please?”

You nodded. “Sure.”

He sat. Quiet. Reserved. Carefully peeling the croissant like it was fragile.

You watched him nibble on it, and couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

He pointed to your cup. “Hot… choco?”

You nodded. “My comfort drink.”

He tilted his head and mumbled, “음… 어린이 스타일?” (“Um… kid style?”)

You blinked. “Did you just call me a child?”

His eyes widened in horror. “No! I mean cute style! Not baby! Like… soft drink for strong girl!”

He fumbled with his phone, typing rapidly into Papago. Then held the screen toward you:

You are like teddy bear with helmet. Cute but dangerous. Chocolate power.

You choked on a laugh. “That’s… weirdly poetic.”

You pulled out your own phone. Typed in:

You look like a chipmunk that just discovered baked goods.

He read it, blinked, then burst out laughing. “진짜? 다람쥐??” (“Really? A chipmunk??”)

“Yes. But the endearing kind.”

With a proud grin, he grabbed a napkin and doodled something in quick, scratchy strokes—a chipmunk in a race car, gripping a mug of hot chocolate.

He scribbled underneath it:

Vroom Chipmunk meets Chocolate Racer.

You kept that napkin.

Folded it carefully, tucked it between gloves and a lucky keychain. Because that meeting? That bizarre, sugar-fueled, translation-broken, laughter-filled moment?

It changed everything.

Even now, when the world called Jungwon a cat sharp eyes, elegant posture, smooth moves on stage. To you?

He was still that chipmunk stuffing his face with three pastries when he said he’d only eat one.

Your chipmunk.

Race Day.

The skies cleared by morning, but the track still shimmered with leftover rain and nerves.

You were starting P4.

Not perfect. Not hopeless. Not easy. But enough.

No message from Jungwon since yesterday.

No “힘내요” or even a sleepy emoji trail. Just silence.

You pulled on your gloves anyway.

“Good luck out there, champ. Try not to scare me today, yeah? I’ve nearly had five attempts of heart attacks from the stunts you’ve pulled on track.”

He patted the top of your helmet gently as you finished strapping it on.

You laughed, breathless, nerves fluttering in your chest.

“Come on, when don’t I do that every race?”

You slid into the cockpit, glancing up at him.

“You should be used to it by now.”

Exhaled. Inhaled. Told yourself to focus.

Lights out.

Go.

Chaos.

By Lap 3, two drivers were out. By Lap 21, the safety car had you breathing down the neck of the Red Bull ahead.

Lap 29 — DRS wide open. You pulled off a slick double overtake that had the entire crowd on their feet.

P2. Yours to hold. Yours to lose.

Every corner became sharper. Every decision faster. You were driving on instinct now, breathing through data and adrenaline. The pit wall was shouting, but you barely heard them anymore.

What you didn’t know—was that the rest of the world wasn’t just watching you.

Lap 47.

The F1 broadcast cut away from the track for just a moment. A paddock camera blinked on. Viewers blinked back.

Zoom. Focus.

And five seconds changed everything.

He was standing there.

Yang Jungwon.

Ferrari hospitality zone. Still wearing his backpack, as if he’d just stepped in from the flight. Navy blue cap with the stitched with your racing number pulled low. Hoodie unmistakable—yours.

He wasn’t even looking at the camera. Just at the monitor, like he could read your lap times from the way your car moved.

“Jungwon YANG – K-pop Idol & Reader’s Partner.”

The F1TV overlay didn’t even hesitate.

No need to guess. No rumor mill. Just… the facts.

He shifted slightly, chewing his lip, eyes locked on the screen like you were the only thing on track.

The silence didn’t last long.

Not on the internet.

First came the gasps. Then came the chaos. Then came the post.

And with that….the dam broke.

user1 IS THAT HER RACE HOODIE? IS THAT HIS HAT??

user2 NO WARNING. NO BUILDUP. F1 JUST DROPPED HIM LIKE A BOMBSHELL.

user7 F1 JUST DROPPED THE RELATIONSHIP ANNOUNCEMENT LIKE A DRIVER MARKET BOMBSHELL I’M—🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ partner of Ferrari’s own? NOT EVEN HYBE POSTED THIS FIRST 😭

user3 real recognizes real. he’s literally watching like his life depends on her cornering speed. i can’t do this rn

user4 YO DID THE F1 GRAPHIC REALLY SAY PARTNER????

user8 f1 knew what they were doing. Jungwon was the real pole position all along.

user5 FERRARI NEEDED A LUCKY CHARM AND GOT A WHOLE IDOL 😭😭

user9 someone said “jungwon’s in his wag era” AND I’VE NEVER CLOSED THE APP FASTER HE’S A FORMULA ONE WAG NOW. A PADDOCK GIRLIE.

user6 okay but also shoutout to FERRARI. they really just said ‘yep, that’s our girl’s man.’

user10 explain why Jungwon made his relationship official through an international motorsport account

Final Lap

The rain had eased, but your heartbeat hadn’t.

P2. No one expects to change.

Tyres screaming. Brakes fading. Your engineer’s voice in your ear was shaking even as he counted down the final corners.

“Box box if it rains again—just kidding. Hold positions. Double Podium. Bring it home.”

Ferrari hadn’t had a double podium in two seasons.

A 2–3 finish today would be massive. Safe. Smart.

But you weren’t here to play it safe.

Not after fighting your way from P4 in the rain.

Not after taking every corner like it owed you something.

And definitely not after catching the leader.

Because he was right there.

One second ahead.

Worn tyres. Defending hard.

One chance.

One lap.

One corner.

Your fingers flexed on the steering wheel.

Your brain screamed all the reasons not to go for it.

Sector 2.

The McLaren in front twitched through the chicane. The tires were gone. He braked earlier than before—

You didn’t.

You dove inside.

It wasn’t neat. It wasn’t polite. It was bold. Aggressive. A line you hadn’t taken all weekend.

You snatched P1 right out of his hands.

Your car danced over the curbs, nearly lost the rear—but it stuck. You made it stick.

Radio silence.

And then—

Your engineer’s voice cracked like thunder.

“HOLY—WHAT THE—YOU MAD GIRL—THAT WAS—”

He fumbled. Laughed. Screamed again.

“YOU JUST SENT THAT! YOU JUST STOLE P1 LIKE A DAMN ART THIEF.”

You grinned under your helmet. “Had to wake you up somehow.”

“You woke up the whole grid!”

The world blurred. Just one corner left. You held the lead, heart racing faster than the car.

Checkered flag.

You crossed the line, fists clenched around the wheel, breath caught in your throat.

Your name lit up on the board.

P1.

Your 10th win.

A Ferrari double podium.

It’s too good to be true.

The radio exploded again.

“YES. YES! YOU ABSOLUTE MANIAC. P1, BABY! P1!”

“Ten wins—TEN! That’s officially danger girl status.”

“I’m putting in a complaint. You promised me a calm race.”

“Driver of the Day and definitely Driver of My Nightmares.”

You laughed, choking on the wave of it all.

Ten wins.

In F1.

In the rain.

With the weight of the world on your shoulders.

And for once, you didn’t have to wonder if he was watching.

Because when you stepped out of the car helmet off, rain still beading on your race suit.

You saw him.

Jungwon.

Standing by the Ferrari garage.

Not behind a screen. Not halfway across the world.

Here.

In the flesh.

With his cap pulled low, hoodie zipped up, and a look on his face that shattered you.

He wasn’t smiling. Not yet.

He was staring at you like he couldn’t believe you were real.

Like he was the one dreaming this time.

You froze for half a second stunned, breathless, unsure if it was the adrenaline or the ache in your chest or the sheer impossibility of him being here.

And then you moved.

Over the barrier. Through the arms reaching for you. Past the team and cameras and officials yelling your name.

He saw you coming and dropped his bag before you even crashed into him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck like it was second nature.

Like it always had been.

Like you’d never had to hide it in the first place.

His arms locked around your waist tight, tight, like he thought you’d disappear if he blinked.

“You—” Your voice broke. “What are you doing here?”

Jungwon laughed, but his voice cracked too. “What else could I do? You said I always miss the big ones.”

“I didn’t mean—” You let out a sound between a sob and a laugh.

“It’s win number ten,” he whispered into your hair. “I wasn’t going to miss this. Not again.”

You pulled back slightly, hands cupping his cheeks. “They saw you, didn’t they?”

He nodded, lips twitching. “F1TV. They put a title card. My name. ‘K-pop Idol & [Your Name]’s Partner.’ The whole thing.”

Your jaw dropped. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“And you still walked into the paddock?!”

“I wanted to see you win.” His voice softened. “I wanted you to see me see it.”

You bit your lip, blinking fast.

“You looked…” he started, then shook his head. “No. There aren’t even words.”

“I was racing for you,” you admitted, breath catching. “And maybe a little for myself too.”

“You were flying.”

“You’re crying.”

“I’m not.” His nose twitched. “Okay, maybe I am.”

You laughed. You couldn’t help it. It bubbled out of you like champagne shaken too long. You’d just won your tenth Grand Prix and Jungwon was here and the world knew and you didn’t care anymore.

You kissed him.

Cameras be damned. Headlines be damned. You’d earned it.

He kissed you back like he’d waited a year for it which, honestly, he kind of had.

And just behind you, your race engineer’s voice cut through the radio.

“Tell our driver she’s got a trophy waiting and she can kiss her boyfriend after the anthem.”

Jungwon snorted against your cheek. “They sound mad.”

You wiped his tears with your thumb. “They’ll live.”

“Go,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll be right here.”

You pulled away with a grin. “You better be.”

And as you walked toward the podium, your team erupting behind you, champagne already in someone’s hands.

You glanced over your shoulder.

Jungwon stood where you left him, smiling now, lips parted in awe.

And for a second, just a second, it wasn’t the fans, the media, or the legacy that made your heart soar.

It was him.

It was always him.

🏎️ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡

— from the drawer of stories I never meant to share.

© June 2025

[queenofhalloween94]

Master List: OotP Ch. List

Summary: The poor guys are losing the plot the longer they're away from Y/n. Maybe one will think of a plan...

Warnings: 🔞eventual smut, slow burn, p in v sex, heats/ruts, possessive tendencies, read at your own risk ⚠️

Ch. 5 Pull💜

Meanwhile Online

🐾 @staydetective1: ok hear me out. something is HAPPENING with skz.

Chan wears the same hoodie 3x, constantly rubbing his face in it like hes addicted to the scent.

Felix is literally glowing but also feral??

Han sang a love song and forgot the lyrics murmuring a name no one can make out.

Minho is either scenting or staring into space someone found their omega and it’s not subtle anymore

🌶️ @noonascinnamon: what if they ALL found the same omega 😳

🍜 @ramenbrain: Han literally said “I miss her” during a Insta Live and pretended he was talking about a cat. bro has no cat

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

The guys were slowly losing the plot the longer they are away from their omega…

 Felix stirred the pot of ramyeon too aggressively. “Hyunjin, it’s boiling over!”

“I know what I’m doing,” Hyunjin said, standing ten feet away and not helping at all.

“It’s on fire,” Seungmin added flatly.

“It’s steaming,” Hyunjin corrected.

“It’s turning into glue,” Jeongin muttered, poking the noodles with a single chopstick. “We can eat glue, right?”

“Why do we let any of you cook?” Chan asked from the couch, tossing a pillow at Felix’s head.

Felix ducked and grinned. “Because when you cook anything other than meat, you burn it.”

“I was distracted!”

“By what?” Han asked. “The sound of your own need?”

“Shut up,” Chan muttered, but not convincingly.

Han smirked. “You miss her.”

“We all do,” Minho said.

Everyone turned. Minho didn’t even look up from his phone.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

It was getting harder to focus.

Your work was still there—spreadsheets, calls, claims to process—but everything felt hazy, like you were watching your life through someone else’s lens. The bond threads tugged constantly now. You smelled them in dreams. Tasted them in the air.

You stopped taking the suppressants. With this partial bond all they did now was make you feel nauseous. Luna noticed the change first—she followed you more, brushed against your ankles, slept curled under your neck like she was guarding something fragile. You opened your phone and stared at the group chat. No one had messaged yet today.

That was rare. You didn’t want to bug them since you had seen other Stays guessing something was going on the good detectives they all were. 

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Chan, He had a plan. It wasn’t good. It wasn’t even solid. But it was a plan. He paced the dressing room while Felix re-laced his boots and Han rifled through a bag of snacks.

“I want to send someone back early,” Chan said.

Jeongin perked up. “To Texas?”

Felix stopped tying.

Han’s mouth dropped open mid-chip.

Chan nodded. “Just for a day or two. A rest excuse. Visit family. Whatever. One of us sees her before the tour ends. Reconnect.”

Seungmin raised a brow. “Management won’t like it.”

“If everyone can keep their mouths shut management doesn’t have to know every fucking detail. Especially not this.” The last sentence practically growled out by how worked up Chan was getting. 

“Who goes?” Hyunjin asked softly.

They all looked at each other.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

You were still sitting in bed when your phone finally buzzed.

🐈 Minho:

Can I see you?

Friday night. One day.

I miss your scent.

Your stomach flipped.

You typed with shaky fingers.

🍎 You:

Yes. Please.

He didn’t answer with words, but you swore you could smell vanilla and tobacco bloom in the air like heat.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Later That Night – The Group Chat: Den Racha

🍎 You: So uh. Minho’s coming to see me? How'd he win that one?

🐿️ Han: WHAT

🧁 Jeongin: WHEN

🐈 Minho: Friday you dorks

💪 Changbin: alone???

🐶 Seungmin: super shady

🌸 Hyunjin: are you bringing gifts?

🐺 Chan: just bring yourself, guys we talked about this earlier....

🐿️ Han: wear that one shirt

💪 Changbin: the black one

🧁 Jeongin: THE ONE WITH THE BUTTONS

🐈 Minho: I will block this chat

☀️ Felix: tell her we love her

🐈 Minho: she knows

You read the whole thread three times, heart full.

**Thank you for reading!!**

[writingforstraykids]

Letters Of Love - Jisung🖤

Pairing: Jisung x gn!Reader (poly!skz)

Word Count: 896

Summary: Your next message is for Jisung, about a day where all he needed was some rest in your lap.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, comfort

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Chan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Your gaze lands on a photo that makes your heart ache in the softest way possible. It’s a picture of Jisung, curled up on your lap, his face completely relaxed in sleep, his body almost melting into yours as if seeking comfort. His cheek is smushed adorably against your thigh, one hand curled loosely over your knee, the other hidden beneath his head like a makeshift pillow. The angle of the photo captures just the side of your face, a gentle smile on your lips as you gaze down at him. His hair falls messily across his forehead, still slightly damp with sweat, and there’s a faint pink tinge to his cheeks, as if he’s finally let go of the tension he’d been carrying all day.

The living room around you is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the lamp beside the sofa. The evening light outside filters through the curtains, casting a golden sheen over everything. You can almost hear the soft rhythm of his breathing, the way it had been so shallow and uneven at first before it slowly evened out, settling into a steady, comforting beat. In the picture, his expression is completely peaceful—no trace of the exhaustion and strain that had marked his features just a few hours earlier.

That day had started off as a whirlwind for him. He’d had to attend several social events—all of which required him to be “on” for hours, smiling and interacting with people. It wasn’t until he came home, his shoulders tense and his smile strained, that you realized just how overwhelmed he really was.

You’d noticed it the moment he walked through the door, his gaze dropping almost instantly as if even making eye contact felt too much. You hadn’t said a word, just opened your arms, and he’d melted into you, his face buried in your shoulder as he released a long, shuddering sigh. Without a second thought, you’d guided him to the sofa, coaxing him to lie down with his head in your lap. It took a while for him to settle, to stop fidgeting as if he couldn’t let go of the day’s weight. But you ran your fingers softly through his hair, whispering soothing words, letting him know it was okay to rest. That he didn’t have to keep up the act with you.

Gradually, he’d relaxed, the tension bleeding away from his body until his breathing slowed, his eyes fluttering closed. It wasn’t long before he was fast asleep, the worry lines on his forehead smoothing out, leaving him looking so young and vulnerable. You’d stayed like that for a long time, your fingers tracing gentle patterns along his scalp, marveling at how someone who shines so brightly on stage could look so fragile, so in need of shelter.

You smile softly as you attach the photo, already imagining the way Jisung’s cheeks will flush when he sees it. Fingers poised over the keyboard, you let your thoughts pour out, the love and admiration you feel for him filling each word.

---

Message to Hannie🐿️🩷:

Hannie,

I found this picture of you from the other night, when you fell asleep in my lap after that crazy long day. I know how hard it is for you to be around people for so long, even when you put on that brave smile. You always push yourself so much, and I just… I want you to know that it’s okay to rest. You don’t have to be the beloved ace all the time.

Seeing you like this, finally relaxed and at peace, made me realize something. I love every side of you—the bright, energetic Sungie who lights up every room, but also the quiet, overwhelmed Sungie who needs to just hide away for a little while. I love that you trust me enough to show me both. You don’t always have to be strong, you know? I want to be the place where you can let it all go and just… breathe.

Thank you for letting me be that for you. For choosing to lean on me, even when you’re too tired to say a word. You mean more to me than you’ll ever know, and I hope you never feel like you have to carry it all alone.

Happy anniversary, my little quokka. Here’s to more naps, more quiet moments, and more nights when you don’t have to be anything but yourself.

Love you forever,

One of your safe places

---

You read over the message again, feeling the words settle deep in your heart. You know Jisung will probably get flustered when he reads it, that he might grumble something about how he didn’t want you to see him so drained, but you also know that he’ll treasure it. Because that’s who he is—someone who loves fiercely, who feels deeply, and who sometimes just needs to be reminded that he’s loved for everything he is, even on the days when he feels like he’s not enough.

You hit send and lean back, closing your eyes as you remember the way he looked in your lap, so small and tired, but so beautifully at peace. Because even though he always says he doesn’t want to be a burden, he’s never been one to you. He never could be. He’s your dear Hannie - bright, beautiful, and perfect just as he is.

Chan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

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