#han fic

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Once bitten, twice shy. // Han Jisung (m)

—Pairing [ Shy!Han Jisung x Reader ]

—Genre [ Smut, fluff, angst, University AU, Slice of Life ]

—Summary [ He’s shy number one and you’re shy number two, tiptoeing around each other despite the efforts of your friends you remain dense and it doesn’t help that he can’t act normal around you. Fortunately the universe is on your side and here to make all your wishes come true.]

—Warnings [ insane amout of mention of shy, embarassing and awkward is used in this work, shy and crybaby jisung, first time, oral (f and m rec.) unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk ]

—Word Count [ 11,8k ] — The story got out of hand, read my other skz fanfiction -> gifted comfort (m) I don't have an skz masterlist for now, but I'll make one if I write more, for now, I only have two works but I would definitely want to write more about other members too!

You always liked the shy types. Cute ones who blush when someone flirts with them, a guy who doesn't realise how gorgeous he is. A man who’s unaware of how attractive he is even if women try to get his attention he’s blind to all advances. Han Jisung is exactly it.

The only problem is you. Your questionable taste in men is bad for your heart. You're not brave enough to flirt with him even if he's exactly your type. Opposites attract well, you wouldn’t know as you are both circling around each other like moths to a flame.

You can't muster up the courage to ask him out and he surely won't walk up to you asking you out on a dinner date.

Liking shy guys is a curse running through your family line, knowing that you're a coward scoring Jisung is like a one-in-a-million possibility. Girls braver than you asked for his number and got rejected, beautiful outgoing girls. You're not a mind reader but you doubt he declined their invitation because he's not interested in girls. You know that feeling well, that insecure feeling that you're so inexperienced that it feels awkward to try but for Jisung you would endure the awkwardness of it all.

It's depressing that he's so close yet so far away. He's only two tables down from where you sit. Instead of studying like you intended you keep staring at his handsome face. Han scrunches his nose when he's concentrating and his round reading glasses slip down his button nose, he pushes it up with his index finger before scratching behind his ear and flipping a page. You can watch him all day and not be tired of it but you remind yourself that if you do that you’ll be creepy.

"How long are you planning to ogle at him? It’s getting creepy." You dart over to your friend, eyes big, like a deer caught in headlights. Is she reading your mind? It became natural to look for him everywhere so you often don't realise your little habit. You look down at your textbook forgetting what you were reading. It’s so embarassing getting caught.

"Are you being shy now? You creep." You know your friend is teasing you about your little crush on him but you still pout. You don't want to be a creep and you don’t find her entertainment funny at the least.

"I was just lost in my thoughts." Even you know that it's a poor attempt to make an excuse.

"Sure, you were. More like lost in his eyes." You groan when she keeps pulling your leg. To be fair she's the most supportive of your little crush out of your friends’ group. Being Felix's girlfriend and a close friend of Jisung she knows more about how deep your interest runs unlike your other friends who probably think this is just a temporary thing.

She offered to be your wingwoman numerous times considering the connection, but you declined out of fear. You don't want to appear as a mess in front of Jisung and considering how shy he can get things would get awkward real soon since you will be overly conscious of him.

"Let's study, okay? We can't fail this exam." You get serious as you glare at the textbook trying to focus. You don't want to talk about Jisung, every time she brings him up and tries to make you confess you tell her that's not happening and the circle repeats itself.

She's very consistent. You give her that, and you know that she means well by it, so you're not annoyed. It’s just scary, gathering the courage to ask him out is more than you could handle.

"Explain this to me, please?" You chuckle at her antics but grateful for the distraction. Even without her convincing eyelash flutters, you would help her.

Thankfully after you explained some terms to her you were able to bounce back to studying without the urge to look in a particular direction where a boy with curly hair sits. His fit today looks so comfy that you want to cuddle him. There's a little smirk on your face when you imagine how he would jump at your hug get all red by the ears and stutter your name.

The big difference between you and Jisung’s shyness is that you’re only shy until you’re unsure. If by chance you could confirm that he likes you too you would be able to make a move maybe.

You're so hopeless(ly in love) that you can't deny when Jisoo calls you a fool for daydreaming again. At least in your head things turn out the way you imagine them; the real world is too scary to live in. It's much more comfortable to think about dating him than asking him out for real.

Also, what's the possibility that he won't reject you too?

You only exchange greetings since your friend's group interact on occasion. Jisoo and Felix are inseparable most times so of course since you're her best friend and he's Felix's best friend you tag along as third and fourth wheels but he never tries to initiate a conversation with you. He can hardly answer you when you do ask him a question.

The things you know about him are mostly learnt from his friends who are friendly to you. Recently you tried to avoid get-togethers because you get jealous of how easily he converses with his friends but barely looks at you without looking like a cornered animal, you swear you’re not trying to eat him. He can joke around and talk just fine with the boys, and you hate that you're not included in that circle.

It's stupid because you always say how cute his awkwardness is towards girls, but you hate that about him sometimes.

You're aware of how delusional you are to hope that he would try. You want him to like you enough that he would endure the awkwardness.

A shadow appears over the books as you explain the content to Jisoo she brightens up when she sees her boyfriend. He probably came to collect Jisung but spotted you two in the library.

"Hello girls, care to join us for lunch?" Felix greets you with a friendly wave before pecking his girlfriend. Behind him, Jisung waves a little to the both of you as you say hi.

There's no room for you to object as she agrees on your behalf immediately. You listen to their chatter as you gather your things following the couple to a nearby cafe. As usual, you and Jisung don't talk even when walking side by side so you can give the lovebirds some room. Before the silence can get stifling Jisoo asks you what you will get to eat and you smoothly join the talk about food.

You're not that hungry so you order a chicken salad and coffee while she opts for a pizza slice and the boys get burgers with cola. You don't give it a second thought as you slide in beside Jisung at the booth.

Knowing that Jisoo would like to sit beside Felix. You take pride in how nonchalant you can appear on the outside even if your heart is beating like crazy inside your chest.

You ignore the pang in your chest as he twitches beside you.

"I can't wait for the movie night! I chose a film that you will both like, y/n, you will come this time? Right?" Felix is so enthusiastic that Jisoo has to wipe his face with a napkin to avoid getting ketchup everywhere. She complains that he’s gross but you can see the heart eyes.

"I'm not sure. I will come by if I have the time." You offer politely, not wanting to outright reject the invitation. You're hesitant to attend, and it's not because of his friends—they are nice and funny—it's just that you don't want to bring down the mood by getting pointlessly jealous.

"You said that last time too! You must come. The others asked about you too." He's acting like a baby whining like that. You can't help but laugh at how funny it is as he tries to throw a tantrum.

"Stop it, you're embarrassing us. I will make sure to drag her out, okay?" Jisoo puts an end to his act by pushing some fries into his mouth and you lose the opportunity to make up excuses as a new topic comes up. You talk about classes and plans to go to the gym. It was a very peaceful afternoon. Or so you thought.

You didn't think that things could get any more uncomfortable between you than this.

Walking side by side in complete silence. After you finished lunch Jisoo and Felix decided to go back to the dorms to spend some time alone and that's fine, they're a couple after all. However, you were not ready when Felix suggested Jisung walk you home to your apartment. It's not even that late to be concerned for your safety. If you had to guess they schemed again to get you two to spend some alone time together. You hate when they do that since each time they try it doesn't go how they intend it to be. You can't put the blame entirely on Jisung because you're not much better. This tension is killing you.

"Sorry, they roped you into this." You sigh, it puts a damper on your mood as you scurry for things to blurt out, you can't help but feel down whenever he becomes unresponsive. You had to say something, anything to break this heavy silence.

"N-No, it's fine." He avoids your eyes when you try to make contact. His robotic response is like a knife twisted in your heart. After so many failed conversations you started to think that he's maybe not shy just simply doesn't like you.

No matter how awkward he is with girls at least he tries to reply to be polite but with you, he always feels kinda reluctant.

"You don't have to lie I know you probably don't like being around me." You can't help the pout that follows your bitter statement. You're so upset for no reason that your usual nerves around him seem to evaporate. It feels like you lost all chance with him, so the words come out easier today.

You look ahead momentarily lost, wallowing in your self-pity party that you don't realise how fast he turns his head your way, eyes wide open in surprise. Jisung can tell by your mood that things are going in a weird direction, he’s speechless, he wants to deny your claims but no words leave his mouth.

"W- What? Why would... why would you think that? It's not..." Jisung stutters through his words the more he tries to say the more unsure he is how to express it. His face could be red from the cold but were his ears red before? This might be the first time he keeps eye contact with you that lasts more than five seconds. Round in utter disbelief.

"It was pretty obvious. You never talk to me, and you avoid me. Everyone says that you're just shy but even if you're shy you try to continue the conversation, but it feels like you're running away every time I show up." It feels good to finally get the frustration that built up out of your system. Even if you sound pitiful this is how you've been feeling. It hurt more considering your hidden feelings for him.

His mouth opens and closes without saying anything. He looks like he would rather let the ground swallow him than say another word to you.

His silence is confirmation enough. You know you shouldn't take your anger out on him it's normal that not everyone likes you. It's best if you leave first, it should make things easier for him too.

"My apartment is just around the corner, so you don't have to come along. Thank you for walking with me." Without waiting for a reply, you power walk out of there.

What were you even thinking? Dumping your feelings like that on him. Even if he doesn't like you, it will be inevitable to cross paths since your friends are dating. You shouldn't have said anything. You should have just endured the silence and shouldered through with your emotions.

Jisung stood there even though you were long gone.

He felt like the biggest idiot out there. This was all a misunderstanding and instead of denying your claims he just stuttered like a fool not making anything clear in the end. You looked so hurt too.

He wanted to go after you but after taking a few steps ahead he realised that he had no idea where you lived.

Jisung walked back to his dorm with a long face, acting like a kicked puppy as he put his shoes aside. He's not surprised to find Felix at home knowing that the little stunt he pulled was most likely to get you two together alone.

"What's with your face? Don't tell me you failed to talk to y/n again?" Felix looks slightly concerned as his roommate never looked so depressed before even if he claimed that he made the biggest fool out of himself in front of you. Jisung looks like he's about to cry.

"I messed up real big this time." Jisung buries his face into his hands, your expression repeatedly shows up even under his closed eyelids. He regrets not saying anything.

He was just not expecting that you thought he hated you.

"What happened?" Getting into protective mode Felix pats his friend's shoulder offering comfort and putting aside his usual teasing demeanour. So Jisung tells him everything that happened.

In your home, you try to distract yourself by doing your laundry and cleaning the few remaining dishes in your sink. Now that you feel more sane you regret leaving him there just like that.

You should have at least waited for him to collect his thoughts and tell you. You know he's been struggling with how to communicate because of his anxiety. You don't want to be another person to misunderstand him.

Next time you see him you should apologise but otherwise, you brushed it aside and didn't think he would be so affected by your words.

Don't want to overcomplicate it you tell Jisoo you will talk to Jisung about it so she shouldn't pester Felix too much. There’s hardly any secrets between the four of you. Yet it's not always good to have so many people involved.

She agreed to let you handle it when she heard how serious your voice was. You don't want to leave bad blood between you and Jisung and don't want your friendship with either Felix or Jisoo to take a hit or worse create friction between the couple.

Jisung is a sweetheart so you doubt he would make it a bigger issue.

After talking big about how it's a small matter catching him alone appeared to be a bigger challenge than you anticipated. You don't think it was his fault per se as you had a few exams coming up, but you have to admit it felt like he tried to avoid you.

You did see him steal glances at you when he thought you weren't looking. He didn't ignore you but there was this unresolved tension whenever you exchanged greetings.

Just like now.

You were hesitant but decided to attend the movie night and everyone seemed happy that you made it. It was a good distraction as you conversed with Chan and Hyunjin. The popcorn is popping in the microwave, and Felix sets the mood with fairy lights and a good movie.

The living room is as lively as ever. No one is awkward except for the two of you. It's painfully obvious how you two seem more skittish around each other, even more than usual.

You want to grab him by the collar and corner him against the wall so he won't be able to avoid you anymore. If he steals a glance and sighs one more time in your direction you might lose all your patience and do it.

You can tell he wants to talk but each time you attempt to make eye contact he freaks out.

Felix also sees it and visibly face-palms himself.

You blink after them dumbly as he grabs Jisung and excuses themselves to 'talk'. He said something that made up Han's mind as he approached you this time around. Now you're very curious about what he told him. Jisung shyly grabs your sleeve as you are in the middle of a conversation but Chan ever the gentleman got the signals from Felix wildly gesturing behind your back and excused himself to leave the two of you alone. Still invisible to you as Felix gives Jisung an encouraging thumbs up.

Jisung uses every fibre of his body to not hide behind his hands out of sheer mortification as everyone clearly understands what's going on. Well, except for you - who is clueless. You're always clueless.

You follow him into his room for some privacy.

This is the first time you're visiting his room, so you look around with interest. The bed is messy, and his desk is littered with knick-knacks but it feels cosy. The action figures and games on his shelf are cute decorations.

He looks embarrassed as he tries to make his bed in haste. "Sorry for the mess." Even his cute high-pitched apology is adorable. He looks so tense standing in the middle of his room that you're afraid he will break down in a cold sweat at any moment.

"Your room is very homey." Your voice is calm and friendly in hopes that it would lower his anxiety levels which are skyrocketing at the moment. Unsure what to do you stand dumbly in the entrance as you watch him try to adjust some things in the room that he deems is somewhat out of place. You don't care about the state of his room if you're honest. Even if it were messier, you wouldn't mind it.

"Sorry, please come in. Shit- Sit wherever you like." You second guess if you should sit on his bed so you go for the chair at his desk. He gives you a pillow to put behind your back so it would be more comfortable and this time you can't help but chuckle at his clumsy kindness.

It's painful and amusing to watch as he goes from panicked to nervously playing with his fingers.

"I'm sorry too. For leaving so abruptly like that." You take a deep breath mentally put on your big girl pants and start talking. If you wait for him to speak up you feel like you will be in his room all night - not that you would complain but you doubt his little heart would survive your company.

"C- Can you close your eyes? I swear I don't mean anything weird by it! It's just … I'm very nervous so…" He's explaining with his hands in the air like you're the police. It's very cute.

"Sure, take your time." You close your eyes, biting back a laugh, not even waiting for him to finish his explanation. Your smiling expression puts him at ease. He was afraid after you left like that with that sad expression that you hate him now.

The air was always awkward with you but he never in his deepest dreams would think you believed that he hated you. Quite the opposite.

"I don't hate you." It's good to hear that but you would like some context. The silence drags on and you're getting afraid that he just left you there in his room but when you open your eyes, he has his hands covering half of his face, he's bright red and has the most pitiful expression on his face that you've ever witnessed. You swear you can see unshed tears there.

"You always avoid me though and even now you can't even look into my eyes. Am I that scary to you?" You try not to sound too hurt, but you can't hide your expression very well.

"I w- wouldn't say you're scary." Even when he says that he's still hiding behind his hands you can barely see his two eyes poking out under his fringe - so you're not particularly convinced.

"If you want me to believe that you should at least try to look at me without hiding." You feel bad for finding this situation kind of funny more so since he looks so - jittery?

"That still doesn't make sense if you don't hate me then why are your reactions to me so -" In the middle, you got a dangerous thought but there's no other explanation that can describe his weird behaviour. "that could be my delusion but- perhaps? Do you like me?"

His eyes go so wide that you can see your reflection in them.

"I'm sorry." He's full-on crying now - and it shouldn't be pretty but damn, he's so pretty even when he cries. Pushing those thoughts aside you jump up from your seat going on instinct as you cradle his face into your arms.

"Don't cry, why are you even apologising?" You don't know how to console him other than patting his hair and letting him push his face into your chest muffling his cries into your t-shirt. Can you even call this a conversation as you get more confused as the minutes tick by? He shouldn't cry because he likes you or is he hating the fact that he likes someone like you?

"I'm pathetic and I'm a nerd. I know I'm way out of your l-league." You can barely understand what he's bubbling about as his voice is muffled by your shirt and you need to figure it out between hiccups.

"Stop crying. I like it even if you're pathetic and a nerd. I even like your crying face, but you should stop because I don't understand what you're saying." You cup his face after you successfully push him away from between your boobs.

"You're such a crybaby. I like you too. Stop crying." You make sure to force his eyes on you as you confess so he can know that you're not lying just to comfort him. Even as you repeatedly tell him to stop crying, he can't stop that easily, but you brush his tears away with your thumb each time it tries to slide down his cheeks. He freezes and stops; it looks like you broke him but after he seems to process your words he gets shy again his cheeks burn under your touch with embarrassment yet you don't let him look away.

"Don't dare look away. I want to look at the pretty boy who will be my boyfriend." Hoping that your cheeky comment can lighten the mood, and he lets out a little shy laugh. He tries hard to not avert his eyes.

"I'm sorry it's so embarrassing, I'm even crying right now." You bonk his head lightly with yours as if you are trying to convey that he should stop thinking such useless thoughts.

"It doesn't matter as long as you promise to not avoid me. If you like me then talk to me, hug me, you won't get better at expressing yourself if you don't try to get used to me. I get shy too and my heart beats really fast since you're so close. Do you feel it?" You place his hand over your wildly beating heart, you want to show him that even if you're not as obvious as he is you get shy and nervous too. It's normal to feel that way.

"I didn't know that your heart can beat so fast." You chuckle at his visible astonishment.

"It's because of you."

"Really?" His nose slightly grazes yours as he leans in without him noticing. He gets flustered when he realises how close he got but you don't let him pull away as you surprise him with a peck on his lips. You don't dare to do more as you're afraid he will go into cardiac arrest if you continue.

"It's getting late so I think I will go. I don't want to overwhelm you too much." You take a glance at the clock before you decide to draw the line for today. You can't help but rake your fingers through his hair for the first time as you've been fantasising about that for so long. His hair is fluffy and feels good to touch. Jisung seems to like it too as he pushes his head into your hands for more pets.

"You don't have to!" He catches your hand before you can go too far, his hands are shaking but his expression is firmer than ever before. He's even looking at you now.

"Can't you stay? I promise I will behave." The tint of his cheeks only deepens. You feel like he's trying to push himself too hard for your sake, but you don't have the heart to let him down when he looks so determined.

You can't help but worry that he's trying to go beyond his limit.

"We have all the time in the world so I hope you won't push yourself too hard because you think that's what I want from you." He acknowledges your sincere concern with a genuine smile. Despite his shaking hands and hammering heart, he wants you to stay.

"Even if it's awkward I want you to stay. Help me get comfortable?" Seeing how determined he is you don't have the heart to say no, so you nod your head and join him on the bed. It's been quite a while since you walked away from the others and the movie is probably halfway on, yet no one tried to check on you.

They're probably trying to give you two some space.

"Alright handsome, come here." You get comfortable between pillows laying down on his bed like it was second nature. His entire body is shaking as he hugs you.

"Don't say things like that it's making me shy." It's so cute how he tries to hide his face in your neck. He's so tense that it feels like it's a brick wall that's lying on top, but you don't mind. All you can do is lay motionless hoping that it will help ease his nerves and after a while, he starts to relax next to you bit by bit.

"I had no idea you liked me all this time. Honestly, Jisoo teased me forever for having the fattest crush on you. Always egging me on to ask you out but you usually rejected everyone, so I wasn't going to act on my feelings." You were hoping that your chatter would relax him and it felt good to finally be honest.

"T- They were not you." It's barely audible but you still catch his clumsy profession of love. Knowing that he will be conscious of his words if you try to respond you gloss over his cute confession and he sighs in relief that you don't tease him. He endures enough teasing from the boys day by day.

"I always thought they tried to set us up because Jisoo convinced Felix to help her - but he was actually trying to help you!" Jisung groans as you bring up embarrassing things when he's trying to forget how he cried because he thought you didn't like him. All those times they tried to set you two up he remembers how painfully awkward he's been with you and he wants to cry again.

You're the only one who finds this amusing.

There's a short knock on the door before it swings open, and four heads appear at the threshold each trying to take a peek into the room.

"What are you guys doing, get out!" Jisung tries to cover you with his body like you're naked under him or something. Everyone laughs at his actions, but you try to hold it in for his sake.

"Dude you're just cuddling what will you do if you want to have sex?" Felix elbows Chan in the ribs pushing him behind his body so he could get the situation under control.

"Sorry for the interruption, I wanted to ask if y/n will stay, or if she needs a ride home but I guess she will stay over?" You look at Jisung expecting him to say something as you didn't talk about sleeping over. He did ask you to stay but it doesn't mean he wants you to stay over all night. It's clear Chan and Hyunjin are ready to leave, and Jisoo will stay over like usual with Felix. Normally you would catch a ride home with one of them.

"Do you want me to go?" Unsure if you should decide it's best to ask as you don't want to overstay your welcome.

"Don't- Well - only of course if you want to." You don't want to think about if it's going too fast for the two of you. You do want to stay so you will.

"Sure, I want to." You grab his cheek pulling him so you can rub your noses together affectionately. Jisung pushes his face into your neck to hide when you hear cooing noises from behind. They love teasing him a bit too much.

"Give the lovebirds space." Jisoo shoos everyone out of the door after quick goodbyes from the boys who are leaving. It's silent after the door shuts behind them but for the first time - it's not awkward at all to be alone like this.

You wish he would get used to you soon, so he won't shake or be surprised when you touch him. You thought you were nervous but compared to him you're Mrs calm and collected.

"Can I borrow some of your clothes?" Jisung scurry to his feet looking through his closet to give you a long T-shirt and some pants to wear. You would pay to see his first reaction to you wearing his clothes again. You can tell he's trying hard to appear nonchalant but fails miserably.

"You're staring." He can tell you're smirking even though he hides behind his hands he can just hear it from your voice alone.

"Sorry."

"Stop apologising or I'll punish you." Did he just shiver?

You were not attempting to set the mood but the face he makes is just something that you cannot resist.

You need to kiss him.

His entire body freezes the moment your lips touch so you pull back in case it is too much for him but he chases after them shyly moving his plump lips over yours.

"Stop tempting me." You whine against him it takes everything in you to pull aways, it hasn't been a minute since you promised not to rush things.

It's too soon it hasn't been a full day since you realised each other's feelings. You shouldn't be so greedy.

"You don't need to hold back." You like his confidence but you're not changing your mind about this. Puppy eyes begging you or not.

"You can't even look into my eyes more than a minute. If you can hold my gaze while talking for at least 10 minutes I will consider it." You have to hold his chin in place and even then he averts his gaze after a bit.

He's not ready even if he wants it.

You're content with just cuddling him. He relaxes when you both get ready for bed and it's dark. It's nice to have a real conversation with him. You get to learn about him as you share childhood stories and talk about favourite shows and hobbies.

Your first date is full of mishaps and awkward moments but even those are fond memories. You can never forget the first time he initiated a kiss, you remember he almost passed out from the nerves.

It's been months since you first confessed to each other and while he's still rather shy he doesn't jump away when you hold his hand or peck his lips.

After your classes are over Felix and Jisung pick you and Jisoo up at the faculty building so you can grab something to eat.

"I missed you." You melt into the kiss Jisung plants onto your lips it's short but sweet and you melt into his embrace. You can't help but smile at how fast his heart is beating as your head rests against his chest.

"Missed you too Hanie." His hands don't shake anymore as he pulls you closer into the hug but his heart continues to beat wildly at your touch.

He did come a long way.

It took a lot of joint effort and special training for him to get to this point. Late-night cuddles and little kisses stolen are now more than welcomed by him. You remember fondly at the memories you spent touching and kissing his blindfolded body nothing too heated as you made a little bet with him regarding anything more.

Thanks to your stern scolding the guys did toned down on the teasing as it became normal to see you two lovely dovey.

Freshly out of the shower with a good book in your hands is what you call a relaxing night. Jisung is getting used to staying over at your place. It has more privacy than the dorms so most of the time you invite him over. You cook together and watch movies or if he needs to catch up on studying you let him borrow your desk as you wait for him while reading like today.

You can't get used to how handsome he is with his lips pursued concentrating on the book flipping his pen between his fingers.

You want to kiss him.

"Ji, I'm bored." Rolling to your other side you push your book away. You want some attention.

"I'm almost done." You pout when he doesn't even look your way. Your naked feet pads on the floor as you approach him from behind nuzzling your face into his hair. The pen stops moving in his hand but his eyes are still trained on his book stubbornly.

"You said that not long ago." Jisung chuckles at your antics. Your fingers bury in his fluffy locks scratching against his scalp with your nails.

He leans into your touch but he picks up where he left off writing his notes.

"Fine, I'll leave you to it." You huff when he doesn't give you the attention you want. This is why he usually studies in his dorm, whenever you get bored you use your tactics on him to distract his workflow and gives in to your pouts too easily making it impossible to get real work done.

You insisted that he study here tonight as you wanted to binge that new series with him afterwards. Both of you were busy during the week so it was hard to get some alone time and of course, he missed you too.

"Where are you going?" He turns around since you sounded quite disappointed and he doesn't want you to think he's ignoring you.

"Getting some snacks. So finish quickly or I'll start the show without you." Jisung smiles at you, good, it doesn't look like you're upset with him if he can assume from your playful jest.

"Just need a moment baby." You hum half heartedly. He said that already but you don't point it out. You know you're being impatient. He did say that he wanted to study but you insisted he should come over so it's not like you can complain.

You make some fruit salad in the kitchen with honey and chocolate syrup on top, you make two bowls and place one on the desk careful not to get his notes dirty.

"Take your time." You kiss his cheek nuzzling into his side to get charged so you can let him do his thing.

You promised you wouldn't hinder his academics. This is one downside of dating a nerd. He makes it up to you so you're not too disheartened as you pick up your novel again.

This time you can concentrate as you get to some steamy scenes between the main characters it's been hours and Jisung finally finished with his work but when he looks your way you look entirely engrossed in your book.

You barely register his kiss as he makes himself comfortable pressing himself to your side.

Now he kind of understands how you felt before it's frustrating when you don't look at him when he's trying to get your attention with touches and kisses.

"Is it good?" You hum flipping to the next page the bedroom scene is almost over. His kisses paired with the words you read are turning you on, you can feel your panties dampen as Jisung caresses your sides and kisses your exposed collarbones. You can tell he's just frustrated due to your lack of reaction. You keep it up a little more, it's a small payback from before.

"Ouch, behave." You push his head away in surprise. Did he just bite you?

"I won't ignore you next time so please pay some attention to me. I finished my work so I'm all yours."

"Alright, come here." Jisung crawls into your open arms with a delighted expression now that you're finally looking at him. His hand holds your hip bone smacking his lips needily against yours.

He's straddling your hips bravely even though his cheeks burn from his bold display the book forgotten and thrown to the other side of the bed by Jisung so you won't try to reach for it again, he's holding you close with fingers buried in your hair as the kisses get messier. You sigh when he grinds his semi into you and he uses the moment to push his tongue into your open mouth, intertwining your tongues.

"What about- ah, the show?" He nips at your neck, the air around you is growing hot, and his wet tongue is moving down your throat he's so into it that he probably doesn't register the small mewls he lets out against your skin. You can tell that watching the show is the farthest away in his mind.

"I missed you." He's shaking, twisting on top but his kisses are so sweet and his words are even sweeter.

"I missed you too, H-Han." You can feel his breath against the shell of your ear, he's letting out little whimpers at the friction. Heat is pooling between your thighs thanks to his growing bulge pressing on you.

"Hanie, wait a moment." This is getting out of hand. You need to stop him before he gets you too horny. It takes every inch of self-control for you to pull him back by the hair.

"Jisung." He finally looks at you.

He kisses you. "y/n." Peck. "Can't we do something else?"

"What do you have in mind?" You have ideas, it doesn't take a nerd to see the clues. He's watching you with half lidded eyes practically undressing you.

"Don't tease me, you know what I want." He's whining again. You can't help it you just like his reactions so much.

"Can you look into my eyes for 10 minutes? I remember making that condition." You're smirking and he hates you, you're so sexy when you're being mean. He loves you so much, these months were pure bliss and he can't wait to spend more time with you. Your kisses, your voice those sweet gestures you do for him without realising everything about you is driving him crazy.

The first time you suggested to practice before he's been full of nerves. He couldn't see you but felt you kiss your way up his waist and neck. You kissed him deep till he panted and drolled aching to be touched by you so much that he started to shake because of the anticipation instead. He knows he's ready this time.

Practice makes perfect and he perfected the art of wanting you.

"I can do it." Even if he's feigning confidence you don't see it, he does look determined his hand boldly clasps yours to guide it over his body, he's watching you with glistening eyes, lidded and heavy but he's watching.

"Okay, if you're sure." You giggle when he jumps at your touch, your fingers gliding under his t-shirt touching his warm skin.

"You agreed so easily." Jisung huffs and puffs but lets you push him flat against his sheets you hover over his body calmly exploring his skin. "I had a whole speech planned out, I was ready to hold your stare to prove it. Don't you think you agreed too easily, uh- wait, fuck." His reactions are so entertaining even though he's sulking he's arching into your touch. Your hand hold down his hipbone pressing your lips first to his abdomen admiring how his muscles contract under your touches. Moving up you slurp and smack your lips weting his skin and making lewd kissing noises on your way up to his neck. Goosebumps appear where your saliva started to dry on his skin making him shiver as you envelop an erect nipple in your mouth. He's rock hard underneath you flushed all over as you kiss him silly.

Then you stop.

"Why did you stop?" Annoyed he reaches for your hand to press it on his stomach.

"You're all talk but no action. Did you realise that you're hiding behind your arm?" You click your tongue, he realises his mistake and lets his hand fall limp next to him no longer pushing his arm over his eyes he looking at you pleedingly.

"I'm l- looking now-" What a brat, he closes his eyes as soon as your lips touch his lower belly.

"Liar." You pout he's all talk the minute your lips land on him his eyes close like it's mandatory.

"I won't have sex with you." It's for the best you want him to enjoy it fully and you can't make him forget about his shyness which is a part of him at this point after just a month of practice.

It takes time but you're sure you can make him relax.

"Come here." You open your legs beckoning him to sit between them. He expects you to continue cuddling but the minute his back rests against your front your hands snake around his body pushing under his sweats gripping his cock.

You pull it out rubbing the tip that oozes plenty of precum.

"You- what - you s-said you won't have sex with m-me?"

You confirm his statement with an affirmative hum. Your thumb playing with the wet tip in slow circles. Your lips find the side of his neck sucking pretty marks all over whilst your fingers work over his length.

"I didn't say I won't let you cum." He's tensing you can tell by his fingers gripping your thighs hard and the way his breath hitches and his voice reaches an octave higher that he's very close.

Your cute little virgin boyfriend.

"S-stop, I'll-" He's trying to push your hand off but you intertwine it with your free one placing it firmly down on the mattress so he won't interfere with your movements. His cock is nice and slick it makes a wet sound each time your fist moves up and down pulsing in your hold.

"It's okay to let go, don't fight it." Jisung buries his face into your neck it can't be comfortable as he twists his body to get as close as possible. He's moaning right into your ear if you weren't already you would be drenched down there by now.

"Is it nice? Aren't my smaller hands feel better than yours?" You stroke his cock nice and slow listening to his sound of pleasure and the wet squelches your tempo creates.

"Uh-huh." Nods. Fervently rolling his hips bucking into your touch, he's grabbing your thighs so hard that it might bruise.

"I c-can't hold it." He releases ropes of cum over your hand and his stomach, it's wet and sticky as you pop a manicured finger into your mouth tasting him.

"You did so well. My perfect shy baby." You press kisses all over his heated cheeks and face, kissing him deeply when he needily pushes his tongue into your mouth.

"Did you like my hands baby?" You chuckle when he shyly hides in your neck, not denying your claims, he's clinging to you in all his post-orgasm glow. You don't mind that he's getting his cum over your clothes.

Thankfully the sheets are safe so you don't have to change it as it is pretty late by now.

After he calms down you help him clean up and dress in fresh clothes before you cuddle under the sheets.

That show needs to wait for another day as you're both exhausted.

"What is it, Ji? I could hear the cogs in your head turning from over here." You pull him closer unsatisfied with his awkward way of laying next to you like a lifeless floorboard. It didn't seem like he had any problems when the two of you were cleaning up. He's overthinking something again and you can't let him do that.

"It's stupid. You will laugh at me." Oh my god. He's sulking. How is he so cute? You want to eat him up.

Thank god it's dark because you can't control your expressions very well.

"You know I won't and you're a nerd you can't be stupid." He huffs at your joke but accepts your hug melting when you rub his stomach over his t-shirt and just like you always do you drape your leg over his middle so you can get comfy. He's so used to you clinging to him like a koala in your sleep that your weight is comforting.

"You didn't cum, earlier." You can feel him turning his head away on your shared pillow even though you can't see him in the dark.

"So what?" You mumble into his skin sleepily, you don't see the issue here.

"It makes me a bad boyfriend."

Huh?

"What does?"

"I'm supposed to make you cum first before I do." He's getting frustrated that you don't get it. He's feeling bad about it and you don't even care.

"Says who?" You're getting confused why he's getting so worked up over this but it manages to get the sleep out of your eyes, you need to talk about this before you sleep because if you don't you're sure it will eat away at him.

"The boys." Uh-huh. The boys. You think you get it. They probably told him it's polite to make you cum before he shoots his shot but it's not like you were having sex. It was just some practice.

You never went so far before as you usually stopped at some heavy petting and make-outs.

"Look. You enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. You don't have to feel bad for not making me cum." As to prove your point you kiss his cheek, trying to make him relax.

"Did you really enjoyed it? It was me who recieved everything though." You kiss his pout. This can't go on.

You need to prove a point.

You grab his hand and guide it to your panties hidden by the long t-shirt you wear to bed. The pad of his finger rubs over the wet patch with your help.

"Feel this?"

Nods. Your breathing hitches when he presses his finger at your sex.

"Do you still doubt that I enjoyed it?" He shakes his head. His surprised gasp when he felt how wet you are is such a cute reaction. He's just too easy to tease.

You let go of his wrist thinking that he will pull away and finally go to sleep. You couldn't be more wrong.

"Ji-" You sigh, his name comes out with a puff of air as he keeps pressing his thumb at the wet patch.

"You're so wet y/n." You hum confirming his words even though it wasn't necessary in the first place. It's torture how carefully he's rubbing you over your panties. It doesn't give enough and your clit is throbbing for his touch.

You're sure you can put his long pretty fingers into good use.

"If you want to make me cum you need to do more than that." Your leg is already spread as you throw it over his hips but you angle your hips to get his hands more room.

"Like this?" Unsure fingers dip under your panties and make direct contact with your pussy. His fingers get coated by your wetness with each swipe.

"A g-good start." You moan clearly encouraged by your sounds he gets rougher and his pressing is firmer.

"Rub my clit, y-yes Hanie just like that." He focuses on your little nub just like you asked, pressing his thumb glided by the wetness gathered there.

"Would you think I'm being selfish if I wanted your mouth on me, like, right now?" His ministrations stop at your words, you can't see his expression right now so you're even more unsettled by his silence. You shouldn't have said that in the heat of the moment.

You're going to apologise before things can grow awkward when he pushes you on your back kissing you with reckless passion.

His tongue is in your mouth exploring hotly he swallows your moans when he resumes abusing your clit. His clumsy fingers are getting you there.

"Not you. You're never selfish." You can barely register his words as he pushes the duvet off you with the same fervour he pulls your panties down your legs his hands caress your inner thighs as he gets comfortable.

"You don't need to." You feel like you should make sure he knows. Usually, guys don't like to do this. You wouldn't like him less if he didn't want to do this. It's hard to think when you can feel his breath against your exposed heat.

"Do you not want me to?" Fuck. He's pouting again you can just tell.

"God, I do. Believe me that I really want you to. It's just- that..."

"What is it? You can tell me y/n." You take a deep breath. Right. He's your sweet boyfriend. Jisung rests his cheek on your right thigh waiting for you patiently, his kisses litter across your skin as a little reminder that he's there, lying between your legs waiting for you.

"I'm worried you won't like it. What if you think I taste weird?" You cringe at your own words. Usually, you're the brave and confident one.

"Not possible." Jisung squeezes your thigh his nose is scrunched up as far as you can tell.

"You don't know that." You argue but Jisung is having none of it. You can feel his hair brush against your inner thighs. The cold air hits your folds as he takes a sniff, so bold. You shyly want to push his head away but he's surprisingly stronger than you.

"You smell very erotic. To be honest I'm already hard just touching and smelling you. There's no way you taste weird." He's gaining his confidence at odd times but if his goal was to reassure you he did a good job as you start to relax.

You brush his hair to the side gripping the ends to ground you. "Alright, if you're sure. Please taste me."

The first lick makes your hip elevate from the bed he needs to push you down as he parts your folds with his tongue. It's all over the place but feels very nice.

"I told you not to worry." He doesn't wait for you to answer before he delves back in, you part your legs further opening yourself up for his exploring tongue.

"Fuck, Ji just like that. Try to suck- yes like that." You're so wet you can feel your slick slide down your ass as he ruins you. His lick speed increases as your legs shake around his shoulders. He sucks on your clit just like you asked him.

It takes a few more before you come undone cumming on his tongue.

"Ji, coming. Fuck, don't stop." He doesn't. Even when your legs close around him he keeps his pace, your wetness all around his lips, chin.

Your moans are getting muffled by your thighs around his head but he could tell you're close as you keep squirming and shaking with each lick, you react strongly when he switches it up with harsh sucks around your clit.

He continues to pleasure you until you push his head away to avoid feeling too sensitive.

"Fuck, you got so wet." It's embarrassing hearing him say that with your juices all over his face.

"Thank you. It was so good." You kiss him to show your appreciation, tasting yourself on his tongue.

"I liked it too." You smile at his shy confession. He was not so shy when he was eating you out.

"And you're hard again." He gives you a sheepish grin welcoming your touch over his boxers.

It was a long night.

You choke on your coffee when Jisoo mentions that the two of you look so tired. You know she probably thinks that you binge-watched a tv show as you said you would.

Only you two know that the plan changed and you ended up, well, 'practising'.

"Even if it was a good show you should have gone to sleep earlier." You can't say anything to her scolding.

You're not about to reveal that you had some fun under the sheets.

"So about the project, we should finish it this afternoon." You were hoping no one would point out the sudden subject change. It doesn't seem Jisoo caught on as she agreed and started talking about what needs to be researched before handing it in.

"You two can come over finish the project and later we can hit the movies." Felix has tickets to a new romance movie and he thought it would a perfect double date idea. You can tell that they are very excited.

"Sure, we will go right?" You look at your boyfriend with puppy eyes. He can hardly resist you not that he was going to say no to some movie.

"Hm." He confirmed as you placed a short peck on his lips.

"Dude, you're so whipped." Jisung can't even deny it. He sure is. Felix is right.

"Oh, y/n! Is that a hickey on Han's neck I see?" Everyone's eyes automatically zero down on his neck and just your luck it does contrast against his skin. You didn't realise he had such a low-cut shirt on him. You did try to make them in a less visible spot to protect Jisung from this kind of teasing.

"Stop right now, if you tease him he won't let me leave a mark next time." Safeguarding his body you try to pull his shirt up so it would cover your marks up. His ears are already flaming hot from the attention. He wants to hide in your neck but he resists. He needs to get himself together.

"Sorry, it's just so fascinating. I can't believe our shy baby finally got a girlfriend." You know Felix doesn't mean it in a mean kind of way so Jisung doesn't take it too seriously. They always tease him anyway because he's so shy.

"There's no 'our' he's my shy baby." Jisung's heart flips when he hears you being so territorial. You get very cute when you're jealous.

It doesn't happen often but sometimes girls do come up to him to ask for his number like before but you get pouty when he stammers to say he has a girlfriend so you always step up to sho them away.

You sometimes pretend to be mad at him but you always forgive him. Sometimes it only needs some flowers and kisses other times when it's a more private setting he would apologise to you on his knees.

What bothers him is that you still don't have sex with him. He knows that it's partially his fault since you made that 10-minute rule that he's still struggling with.

After he endures the movie holding your hand watching as you laugh when it's a funny scene.

He decides tonight will be the night.

You gave him handjobs and even blowjobs before and he can initiate when he wants to eat you out. You showed him how to set the mood and made sure he was comfortable enough with you that it was not awkward to ask for sexual things. However sex just never happened.

Everyone can tell from a mile away that he wants to bounce.

Yet he doesn't want to ruin it for you so he tries not to show it as the four of you go to eat after the movies. Jisoo and you talk animatedly about the plot.

Jisung couldn't concentrate on the film as his eyes kept searching for you so he's glad you never asked for more details about how he liked the movie. Jisoo was more than happy to analyse the plot and swoon over the romantic scenes with you.

You had a great time. You spent time with your friends talking and laughing while holding your precious boyfriend's hand. You liked the awkward chuckles and the cute hand holding dates too but it's just good to see how far you come.

Jisung is still a hot mess but it's palable how much he changed over time. The things that were awkward and clumsy are now more sweet and comfortable.

Everything's great and you're more than satisfied with his performance. With a few pointers his hands and mouth became a dangerous weapon that he uses against you every time he gets the chance.

"You look so happy." It's unexpected but you welcome Jisoo's goodbye hug. You can tell she's genuinely happy for you just like you were for her when she started dating Felix.

The boys stepped aside to give you time. It's about time to wrap up the date.

"I am. Thank you. I guess. You and Felix did try your best to help us. It feels like it's been so long ago that you tried to set us up with ridiculous excuses." She laughs along with you as you both recall the fond memories.

"At least you acknowledge that we worked hard! You have no idea how hard it was to create those situations just for you two to mess it up." Jisoo slaps his boyfriend across the chest to make him stop talking and doesn't ruin your girl's moment.

"What matters is that you worked it out. I knew you would be such a sweet couple." Jisoo puffs her chest out proudly.

"I can't deny that." You pull Jisung at your side getting ready to leave after you exchange hugs.

"We're just simply remindig you that we helped you a great deal. Don't look grumpy Sungie." Felix is just pulling his leg, he realised he's been trying to speed up things to get you for himself.

"Hard to forget since you bring it up every chance you get." Even when he's showing an attitude you can't help but plant a kiss on his cheek. He's so cute.

It's comical how his expression softens the moment you do that. As if he forgot his initial annoyance he places a kiss on the back of your hand smiling timidly into your skin that only you can feel.

"See you guys tomorrow." You wave as the couple starts walking in the other direction. Jisung doesn't waste time in steering you in the direction of your apartment, he got so familiar with the route that he could find you with blindfolds on.

"Did you enjoy the movie?" You're in a good mood after the date. You finished your most important tasks at uni too so you can enjoy your boyfriend's company in this chilly afternoon.

The cold is not that biting as before and you think it has to be because of the warm hand you're holding as you walk.

"It was good." You poke him. He's giving you the same short answer like before. Ever since the movie he's been acting strange but you can't phatom why.

"Don't tell me you don't remember. Was staring at me so distracting that you missed the entire plot?"

Big perplexed eyes look back at you. You can't believe he thought he was being sneaky with it. He was so obvious.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" He can't even complain about your smug expression as you caught him red handed.

"Am I that pretty?" You enjoy teasing him, his reactions are so cute that you can't help yourself.

"Yes, you're the prettiest." You didn't think he would actually agree or say it while looking at you with such a smitten expression that you're getting shy yourself.

"What do you want? You propbably need something as you so clearly try to butter me up." You get close, enough that your breath mingle.

"Don't know, Is it working?" Your noses touch as his finger angles your faces with a thumb under your chin.

"You can just exist and it will still work on me." You're so in love that everything he does makes your heart skip a beat.

His boyish giggle at your confession is warming his skin. Despite the cold air you feel warm as you stand toe to toe. "Good to know."

You think he will kiss you but he pulls back before it can happen and you frown, disappointed. Jisung laughs at your obvious disdain and presses a finger to smooth the ceases of your brows.

"What about my kiss?" You still complain when he gets hold of your hand and starts walking, your apartment complex getting into view after a few short steps. You didn't realise you were almost at home.

"You will get your kisses once we're inside." He's getting miserious, it's clear he has a plan in mind that you're unaware of.

It's unusual for him to guide you like this. He normally takes everything you do with grattitude but this time it feels like he has other plans.

You don't have to wonder for long as he attacks your lips the moment the door closes behind you. You didn't have time to toss your shoes away before he crowds you against the wall kissing your breath away.

Lifting your thigh you curl it around his hip his hand keeping it secure as he grinds pushing your bodies extremly close. His little grunts are lost in your mouth as he works up your sexual desires. Your hands wander, gripping his shoulders then burying your fingers in his hair.

"This is why you were so distracted during the whole date? Were you this horny the entire time?"

He let you pull away but kept impatiently marking up your neck as you speak. He never ceased his rocking movements.

"I remember helping you out with your problem this morning. Yet you're so needy." You sigh when he nibbles on a particularly good spot.

"I want something different. I want to come inside you." This is the hottest shit you've ever heard.

"Yeah? I've been waiting for you to say that." Your kisses grow needier as you don't have to hold back anymore.

"Really? So I could have just asked and you would give it to me?"

"I wanted to wait till you were ready." Your caress is full of love for him. He leans into your touch turns his head to kiss the inside of your palm. His eyes halfway closed, fogged with need as he looks at you.

"I'm so ready I'm about to burst." You giggle at his eagerness. Let out a squeel in surprise when he swipes you off your feet holding you steady by your thighs as he goes for your bedroom.

You use that time to kiss down his neck make his steps falter as he can't help but relief some tention by rocking you against his hard on.

He puts you down on your bed clumsily getting rid of his pants and shirt can't get naked soon enough. You laugh when he almost slips while he tries to get out of his jeans.

"Keep the glasses on." You pull him down kissing his swollen lips, even as the rims of his cold glasses cut into your skin you want him to see everything even if it fogs up later. You get hold of his cock your hands travel up and down collecting his precum as you swallow his noises with your kisses. He's so ready you can feel him pulse in your grip, you can't have him finish so soon.

He needs a minute to breathe as you release his cock, he's hard, leaking and throbbing.

"Are you not going to take off my clothes?" It's all the invitation he needs.

Idle fingers grip the side of your top revealing the black bra you have on. His fingers glide over the intricate details before he reaches behind you to unclasp it. The moment it gets off Jisung's mouth attaches to one nipple as his other hand squeezes the other, kneading the flesh. Wantom moans spill from your dry throat as he dutifully gives you pleasure. He switches sides not neglecting the other as he doesn't stop until both peaks are wet with his saliva and erect from the attention of his tongue.

"You're so pretty." You blush at his earnest words he enjoys your reactions each tremble and shiver his touches ignite in you, you're so wet that your panties are surely soaked through.

"More." Rubbing your thighs together is not near enough, in your impatience you grab his hand and push it into your underwear, hoping that he will divide his attention elsewhere.

"Want your fingers." You don't need to say more as he's helping you out of your remaining clothes. Your legs open wide for him inviting his long fingers to rub your clit. Two of his digits bury deep in your walls as his palm is angled to rub your clit each time he thrusts his fingers in you.

It's easy for him to find the spot that has your thighs shaking and your walls convulsing.

"Fuck, you're so good at this. I will come if you- continue." He's smiling into the skin of your neck, proud of how easily you fall apart on his fingers. His mouth alternating between sucking a nipple into his mouth and giving you wet kisses with full of tongue.

"I learnt it from the best." His pace picks up your essence gushes from you as he keeps pumping his fingers in you, the wet squelches are getting louder, your juices coating his palm.

"Fuck, I'm close. Jisung-ah." Han kisses you deep, his tongue fickle and messy as he devours your mouth his fingers never relenting even as your walls keep convulsing and tightening around it. He makes sure you're cumming hard, slowing down but keep his thrusts deep as you ride out your orgasm.

"You'll be the death of me." You pant into his open mouth, gripping his wrist so he will stop overstimulating you.

You take your time to catch your breath holding his body close in a sweaty embrace.

"Come on, sit. Time for your reward." You make sure he's resting comfortably on the pillows as you straddle his lap one hand grabbing the headboard as you take your position.

"Ready?" You ask cheekily. Your bare sexes touch as you grind, coating him entirely in your wetness.

"S- So ready." Jisung throws his head back in a silent moan. You lean in for a kiss as your hand goes down between your bodies and grab his base to position the tip to your heat.

You lower your body, taking him in slowly. His eyes follow the motion rendered into a moaning mess as you squeeze him with your walls. ”So wet.” You hum, hear it as you roll your hips. Your mixed arousal aids your descent on his cock until he’s buried to the hilt.

”I c- can’t…” Gripping your hips tightly Jisung halts your bouncing body afraid that if you move like that he will come soon. ”You’re so warm and perfect and tight. I will come.” You seal his words with a kiss, you place your hand over his—

making that he guides your hips rather than stopping you from moving—you lean into his chest, slowly bouncing on top of him. His cock is deeply nestled in you as you move your hips.

What started as the slow rock of your hips now got more hurried and desperate. Getting addicted to the feeling of his swollen cock reentering you, stretching your core rubbing on the perfect spots.

He can’t help his instincts to push into your rhythm from below meeting your thrusts with each of his own clumsily. The force of your joint efforts getting you close to your release.

You take his pulsing shaft riding him until he losses his mind and cums in you.

Your inner walls squeeze him tight milking him of every last drop he’s got. ”Did I just— came inside.” You playfully roll your eyes at his obvious statement. ”I came inside.” His palm flat against your tummy he could feel the outline of himself in you. It’s the hottest thing.

”I noticed honey.” Kissing his cheek you rest your head against his heaving chest waiting patiently for his breathing to regulate. His cock softens inside you, making the mess you made start to ooze out.

”How was it for the first time?” You push his hair back from his face wiping the sweat off as you sweetly kiss his face all over. Earning cute little giggles from him.

”Good. I bet it was short for you, I’ll do better next time.” Reciprocating his kisses you melt into his arms. His hands rubbing shapes into your back, he keeps you as close as possible.

”The time doesn’t matter. You made me cum so you’re already better than most men.” Getting off him you reach for a towel to clean yourself so you won’t get the stuff on the bed more than it’s already got on it.

Jisung grabs your hand before you can get out of reach pulling you back to kiss. ”Can we do it again?”

You freeze mid-cleaning.

That’s how you realise you created a monster.

[quokkaholic]

Death By Chocolate h.j

Warnings/tags: fluff, slight angst, anxiety, roommates to ???, (this is based on my own experience with anxiety bc ofc that’s all I can speak on)

Synopsis: When your spiraling anxiety wakes you up in the middle of the night, your roommate, Han, has just the solution.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ 🤎 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩

Your eyes fly open to pitch darkness. No dreams and no movement in your room to disturb your slumber yet still you’re jolted awake, immediately your mind in thrown into fight or flight, heart racing. It pounds incessantly as your chest heaves and your face heats. Your anxiety has been out of control recently, hindering your work and social lives, keeping you up late into the night, and as of now, it’s progressed to waking you from sleep leaving you feeling panicky and disoriented.

With the daily meditation and techniques you’ve learned in therapy through the years, you are highly equipped to manage your disordered way of thinking, but your tools just haven’t been cutting it for the past while. No matter how many deep and grounding breathes you take or calming mantras you repeat lying in your dark room, the weight in your chest isn’t letting up and your pulse only feels as if it’s pounding harder, threatening to burst your arteries. There’s no point in just lying there and letting the abysmal feeling fester; getting up and moving your body even a little might help release the tension clinging to every fiber of your being.

You throw on a sweatshirt over your pjs and fuzzy socks not only to combat the cool night air of the apartment but also in attempt to raise your coziness level and aid in relaxation. Slipping out of your doorway, your covered feet pad against the hallway floor, putting in extra effort to soften your stride as you pass your roommates door. The last thing you need is to bother him and end up feeling like a burden on Han.

Wandering to the kitchen, you forgo the big light to flick on the stylish lamp on the counter, dimly illuminating the space in yellow light. You always try not to check your phone during anxious episodes as it will only exacerbate the issue, so you weren’t sure of the time until glancing at the oven clock, well into 2am. You thought a past-midnight snack could do you some good as you reached to open the freezer drawer pulling out the death by chocolate ice cream Han had bought earlier this week. When he brought it home, he was so excited to share that he didn’t even bother putting away the rest of his groceries; he took the dessert straight to your room with two spoons for you guys to try it. After seeing the euphoria the first spoonful caused in you, he insisted to share the tub with you, adding that you should eat it whenever you wanted and didn’t have to ask his permission like you usually would.

Grabbing a spoon from the drawer, you dive into the carton, hunched over the kitchen island resting on your elbows over the sweet treat. You’re only a few bites in when a groggy Han stumbles into the room, gently slumping against the doorframe, rubbing one of his puffy eyes as he asks about your whereabouts at this ungodly hour in his grumbly voice, dripping with exhaustion.

“Icing my vagus nerve,” you explain flatly, shoveling another spoonful to your mouth. Despite feeling guilty for waking Han, you’re glad to see him, but it’s hard to express anything but existential dread in your expression when you’re feeling tidal waves of angst churning your insides. Your mention of the common anxiety alleviating hack wakes him right up as he struggles to conceal the worry in his eyes.

“You okay?” he questions, genuine concern emanating from him like a warm aura that only adds to the comfort you feel with him. He shuffles his way over to you grabbing the spoon from your hand to get himself a bite. Just having him in the same room as you has you feeling okay enough to joke around,

“Oh yeah for sure, just feel like I’m about to spontaneously combust or simply disintegrate to dust, all good,” you deliver your genuine feelings in jest causing him to let out a breathy chuckle accompanied by the slow shaking of his head signifying his intimate familiarity with the pain you’re describing. He scrapes up a massive scoop and holds it just before your lips, the icy air flowing off the spoon chilling your reddened face, signaling for you to open your mouth so he can feed you the lump of pure decadence, and you immediately oblige with a soft smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you close them around the utensil.

“You know, you typically ice your vagus nerve with a cooling pack to the chest. I’ve never seen it this way,” he comments smugly on your cutting edge anxiety management technique.

“What works well for me is deep pressure stimulation,” he continues. You can tell he’s being serious, but neither of you can fight your immaturity and giggle at the innuendo,

“For real though, I found it to be super helpful,” he continues between bites.

“I think I’ve heard of it, DPS, how do you do it?” you ask, at this point you’ll do anything to get back to feel some relief.

“Here, I’ll just show you!” he offers eagerly, tossing the spoon in the sink and ice cream back in the freezer before grabbing your wrist to pull you to his room.

You spend plenty of time hanging in eacothers spaces, so it doesn’t feel uncomfortable to sit where he guides you on his bed. He runs around to the other side of before giving an exaggerated gesture instructing you to lay down and covering you in the comforter that emits his signature, soothing scent. You close your eyes and take deep breaths to bask in his essence and mentally prepare for whatever instructions he gives you next, but instead you feel the bed dip and Han swiftly roll onto you pressing his chest to yours. Before you can ask what he’s doing, he shuffles and shimmies into a comfortable position and squeezes his arms at your sides, applying even and consistent pressure to your torso. While you have hugged on special occasions and laid in bed together watching movies, you’d never snuggled, but with soothing your anxious state on the forefront on both your minds all, your current position feels the most true and pure event to ever occur in all of history. The instant solace you feel in that moment is almost enough to bring tears to your eyes.

You can feel your heart beat finally starting to settle and, somehow, with the new physical pressure on your chest, the emotional weight is vanishing. You have a sneaking suspicion that it is not only the DPS that is calming you. His body slots to yours so perfectly, though he’s scooted down a bit trying to focus the bulk of his weight on your chest and core. His lush, soft hair pleasantly tickles your cheek with every breath you take raising and lowering his head. Just slightly. His form is so warm and gentle and the perfect mixture of squishy and firm against you. You’re getting lost in the sensations and actually starting to doze off when his familiar voice laced with a bit of nerves breaks the silence,

“Is it—is it working” he interrupts your meditation.

“Oh my god yeah, Hannie. This is so great; thank you,” you sleepily ramble out causing him to release a happy hum as he turns to face into the crook of your neck, lips barely grazing your skin. Your heart begins to speed up again, but for a different reason this time. As if Han sense the change in rhythm, he lifts his head with that same worried expression from earlier to search your eyes for any sign of stress or discomfort, but he finds only utter admiration and appreciation. His round eyes roam over you features drinking in how impossibly radiant you look this close up. He leans in, and you close your eyes in anticipation. Warm, chocolatey breath fanning over you, but instead of your landing on your lips like maybe both of you would’ve preferred, he he graces your cheek with a gentle kiss from his sweet and slightly sticky lips laced with affection and adoration not wanting to take advantage of your highly emotional state. As if he can read your mind he pulls away to lick the sugary residue from his mouth with a slight look of embarrassment before giving you a damp peck and nuzzling back into your neck. You lay in comfortable silence as you will your heart and mind to calm one again, drifting off into the best night of sleep you’ve had in weeks in the arms of a man who cares so deeply for you.

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hello.. today is (drumroll pls) my birthday! (^ー^) in light of that, and in the spirit of the holidays, i wanted to recommend yall some of my fav skz fics! a lot of these are felix bc.... well..... you know me. anyway i'll try to keep this updated 🤍

𝐊𝐄𝐘: ♡ = fluff ☁︎ = angst ʚɞ = suggestive/smut ★ = personal fav

remember to check tags/warnings on fics before reading!

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subtext ★ ♡ ↪ @forlix

fairy flowers ★ ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ ↪ @hyunsvngs

solace ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @fizzydrink698

wedding cake tasting ♡ ↪ @caseiloveu

seasons ☁︎ ʚɞ ↪ @moonjxsung

sun ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @subskz

the bodyguard ★ ☁︎ ʚɞ ↪ @skzdarlings

code to your heart ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @jeonginsleftcheek

and they were roommates ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ

sweet spot ★ ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @spookwyrdie

untitled ʚɞ ↪ @hyunjilicious

sunlight ʚɞ ↪ @bintificarchived

bad romance ☁︎ ʚɞ ♡ ↪ @straykeedz

we've changed, but our love hasn't ☁︎ ♡

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invisible thread ♡ ☁︎ ↪ @astraystayyh

home run ʚɞ ↪ @hyunsvngs

competition ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @fizzydrink698

pieces of you ★ ♡ ☁︎ ↪ @astraystayyh

anime afternoon ʚɞ ↪ @moonlightndaydreams

still frames ♡ ↪ @minhosbitterriver

pandora's box ♡ ☁︎ ↪ @soobnny

the innocence is gone ʚɞ ↪ @straykeedz

the accidental acquisition (of sugar) ★ ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @skzdarlings

the same but different ʚɞ ♡ ↪ @skzdarlings

the babysitter ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @seospicybin

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mostly ao3 links.. why arent non reader fics popular on tumblr ❕️❔️ anyway i have wayyyy too many of these so i will just put some of my favs here, and feel free to check my bookmarks for more!

tbh some i havent read in years but i remember they are amazing.

yellow wood misfits ★★ ☁︎

what the hell is your problem, kim seungmin!? ★ ♡ ☁︎ *unfinished/abandoned* :(

hero's soup is just plain water ★ ♡ ☁︎

time ★ ☁︎

the bifurcated path ☁︎ ʚɞ

heads or tails ♡ ʚɞ ☁︎

make it easy ★ ♡ ʚɞ

mfa ♡ ʚɞ

the book of us: electricity ★ ♡ ☁︎

87 to 65 ♡ ʚɞ

best friends do it better ★ ʚɞ

don't leave me tongue-tied ★ ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ

cracks ☁︎

won't you be my kissaroo? ♡

broken compass, young wings ♡ ☁︎

dancer ★ ☁︎ ʚɞ

the sweetness behind the dizziness is like a sweet dream ★ ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ

hand over hand ★ ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ

all in (to you) ♡ ʚɞ

falling: a photo essay by lee felix ♡

hands-on learning ★ ♡ ʚɞ

fool me once (kiss me twice) ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ

omg ok theres def still sm more but i'll stop for now (--)//~

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Bare Yourself To Me

Word Count: 36 Summary: but it was the person sitting across from him on the couch who truly unsettled him. You. Pairing: Han X Reader

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The rain outside matched the storm inside Han’s chest, drumming against the windows of his small apartment. The dim light from the lamp cast long shadows across the walls, but it was the person sitting across from him on the couch who truly unsettled him.

You.

You had always been able to see right through him, past the jokes and easy smiles, past the hoodies he tugged over his hands when the world felt too sharp. It unnerved him how effortlessly you peeled away the layers he had spent years crafting.

Tonight was no different.

“You’re always hiding,” you murmured, voice soft but firm. “Behind your words. Your music. Even your clothes.”

Han swallowed hard, fingers gripping the sleeves of his hoodie. “I’m not hiding,” he countered, but the words felt weak, even to himself.

You tilted your head, gaze unwavering. “Then take it off.”

His heart stuttered. “W-what?”

“The hoodie.” You nodded toward the fabric bunched in his grip. “And everything else you use to keep me out.”

Han hesitated, his breath catching in his throat. The weight of your request wasn’t lost on him. It wasn’t about the hoodie. It wasn’t even about the layers of fabric. It was about the walls—the ones he had built so high he sometimes feared even he couldn’t climb them.

His fingers twitched. The air between you was thick with unspoken words, unspoken fears.

“Why?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Because I want to know you,” you said simply. “The real you. Not just the pieces you let the world see.”

The storm outside raged on, but in that moment, the real battle was inside him. Slowly, tentatively, he reached for the hem of his hoodie, heart pounding as he pulled it over his head. It felt like shedding armor, like stepping into a space where he had no defenses left.

You didn’t say anything. You just looked at him—really looked. And for the first time in a long time, Han let himself be seen.

[moonchild9350]

Need You

Summary: Jisung is a little needy for you.

Pairing: idol Jisung x fem reader

Genre: smut- 18+ MDNI please

Word count: 755

Warnings: cursing, p in v penetration, creampie (wrap it folks)

Note: Reblogs and comments are appreciated :)

This is in no way how Jisung is in reality. This is solely for fun.

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

Jisung came home in a rush.  He only had an hour before his next scheduled activity and he needed to see you now.  He unlocked the door, walked into your shared apartment, slamming the door behind him.  He rushed to the bedroom since you weren't in the living room or kitchen. You stuck your head out from the bathroom where you were doing your makeup.

“Hey Ji, you’re home e…” but you were cut off by your boyfriend giving you a heated kiss on the lips.  

“I only have one hour, babe, I just needed to see you, needed to feel you.” 

You nodded at his statement and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.  Jisung continued to press kisses to your lips, his tongue swiping across your lower lip, in which you accepted.  The kiss was hot and messy, as you knew Jisung did not have much time for sweet and slow, which you did not mind one bit.  

Jisung backed you into the bathroom counter, gave you one more peck, before turning you around so your back was facing him.  He looked at you through the mirror as he bent you over the counter, running his hand down your back before giving your ass a slap.  You groaned at this, clenching your thighs together.  You loved these quick fucks, where there was only raw emotion and desperation with your and Jisung’s actions.  

You rubbed your ass against his bulge, causing him to moan out and grasp your hips tighter.  He pushed your shorts and panties down to your knees, in a hurry to sink his cock into your sweet pussy.  Taking his fingers, he brought them down to your folds, collecting your arousal.  

“You’re already so wet for me babe.  I’ve barely touched you.”  

“It’s all for you Ji, only wet for you,” you whined.  

After a few more swipes through your folds, you felt the tip of his cock breach your pussy.  Jisung rocked his hips out of pure desperation, running his cock through your folds.  He needed you.  He wanted to hear your moans that always seemed louder during these quick fucks. He couldn’t fault you at this, as it seems like he always came the hardest during these moments too.  

“Put it in Ji, I’m ready. Go ahead baby.” 

“Always so good for me, my sweet baby.” Jisung pushed his cock in, bottoming out, his eyes rolling back in his head feeling how warm, wet and tight you are.  You were right there with him, moaning at the stretch from lack of preparation.  You loved that stretch, the fine line between pain and pleasure.  You knew you could take it, so you started rocking your hips back on his cock.  

Jisung loved this sight, watching you fuck his cock, ass bouncing as it hit his pelvis.  Gripping your hips tighter, he began pounding into you, his balls slapping your clit repeatedly.  Jisung fucked you hard and deep, there was no room for being gentle.  He wanted to get you to your release fast.  Taking one hand, he quickly wet his fingers, bringing them to your clit.  With the extra stimulation, you felt close, pussy clenching repeatedly.  Grasping the counter, you rocked back on Jisung’s cock matching his pace, both of you chasing your highs.  

With a few more thrusts, you were cumming, screaming Jisung’s name, knowing surely the neighbors heard you and would probably be filing a noise complaint.  Jisung grasped your hips with both hands once more and pounded deeper into you as he was close to his release.  Three thrusts later, he was cumming, filling you up with his cum.  He ran his hand down your back once more and leaned down to kiss your neck.  He then slowly pulled out, watching as his cum oozed out of your pussy and down your thighs.  He pulled his boxers and pants back up and grabbed a towel to clean you up.  Pulling your panties and shorts back up, he gave you a kiss.

“Thank you baby, I needed that.  Was thinking about you all morning.” 

You didn’t mind, not in the least.  You gave him one last kiss before you watched Jisung walk out the bathroom. You heard him put his shoes back on and walk out the door to head back to the studio. As you listened to his exit, you could feel his cum still seeping out of you, a reminder of what had just gone down, one of the best fucks of your life.

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Mistakes part 2

A/N- SO THIS WAS REQUESTED A LOT SO HERE IS PART OF MISTAKES

Pairing- OT8 x Fem idol! Reader

Trigger warnings! Angst, Fluffy ending, Lee know gives Y/N multiple kisses, Crying, cuddling, hospital, use of noona (lmk if I missed anything)

You were at the airport your leg bouncing anxiously. You were planning to leave Korea and just go back with your parents in America. You were honestly going through it. Your legs were in pain and you had to stop at the hospital before buying your ticket to the airport.

The hospital visit was absolutely grueling. The hospital was packed so you just sat there for 3 hours waiting on a nurse for your leg just to be told you had to wait another fucking hour for a x-ray.

You were tired, hungry and just wanted to sleep. You felt icky and your body felt wore out.You were scrolling on your phone when suddenly a voice called out to you.

“Y/N-!!” The voice called out to you and you looked up seeing Chan and the others sprinting towards you. “What-?!” You stood up looking in their direction as they hugged on you.

“Y/N we’re sorry- fuck we’re so sorry-!!” Changbin spewed out all at once before Lee know told everyone to back away so he can properly apologize. “Y/n.. I’m- so..sorry. I shouldn’t-I shouldn’t have tried to push you so far.. I knew you were bruised and I just.. I let my frustration out on you and- fuck I’m crying…” He wiped his eyes as you hugged him crying into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s okay Lee know… I forgive but please… don’t yell at me like that ever again okay…?” You said as you look up to him your eyes glistening with tears as he smiles softly. “Of course.. I promise.” He rubbed your back and gave you a bunch of kisses all over your face.

They took you out the airport and took you back to the dorms. You were sitting beside Lee know cuddling up to him. “Oh noona we bought your stuff to the dorm!!” Jeongin said with a smile on his face as he looked at you. “Really-? You guys didn’t have to do that…” “We wanted too. We decided it’s time you live with us, so that way you feel like you’re apart of the group.” Chan said sitting beside you rubbing your leg.

You felt your eyes tear up. “Thank you-.. I..I’m sorry for saying I hate you all… I don’t I-… I love you guys.. and I’m sorry-I’m so sorry..” You said crying intensely as they brought you into a group hug rubbing your back and shoulders.

“We love you too Y/nnie”

A/N- I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS ENDING!! ALSO NO SPELL CHECK SORRY LUVS

[stayteezdreams]

Dark Roads and First Dates

Plot: While you and Han take a trip down a "haunted" road at a festival, Han takes the opportunity to comfort you, and maybe make a move in the process.

Pairing: Han Jising x Gn!Reader

Prompt Request: "Are you scared?" "No." "Then why are you holding onto me so tightly?"

A/n: Just a quick oneshot in between the longer fics, hope you like it!

Words: 1.7k

When you decided to go on this so called "Haunt Walk" you weren't expecting it to be on a long desolate road in the middle of no where.

You were given a place to start, and a place to end, you had to walk there, and were given no tips, no clues, just a flashlight and an encouraging thumbs-up from Felix and Chris as you made your way down the road.

They were smart for not coming on the walk, and instead staying at the bonfire festival with the others. It was just you, Han, Hyunjin, I.N and Changbin who decided to come along.

You and Han were a little ways back, as the other three started a little before you. You could hear their voices and see their lights ahead of you, and you were glad of it. Thinking they might be scared by whatever might be lurking on the road before you and Han, leaving you two to just be in the background.

As the light of the festival got further and further away and the music was almost unheard, you started to get nervous. You heard Hyunjin yelp at something and your heart jolted.

"It was a bug!" Changbin yelled with amused laughter, making you and Han laugh as well.

"So dramatic." Han commented softly and you smiled along.

Your eyes shot to the left as you thought you saw movement in the darkness. There was no sound and Han didn't seem to notice, so you let yourself believe it was just your eyes adjusting to the surrounding darkness, causing you to see things that weren't really there.

But when you heard a rustling in the nearby bushes, you hesitated, as did Han. Absentmindedly, you stepped closer to Han for comfort.

He didn't notice at first, but when you heard running in the darkness nearby, you stepped even closer to him with a soft gasp. He could sense your fear easily, and though he was startled by the noise as well, he was more amused by your reaction.

He had never seen you in this kind of setting before, he had to admit, it was cute.

The three who had been ahead of you, somehow got far enough ahead you could no longer hear them talking. Occasionally you heard a scream, and saw flashing lights, but they were far from you.

"It's a shame Lee Know decided not to come, he'd probably scare whoever that was."

You let out a soft chuckle, your heart still racing nervously, but Han's voice as he spoke nonchalantly helped calm you. He continued to chat, making you laugh, and when something made a noise or scared you, he made a joke or laughed, making you less afraid.

You hadn't yet realized he was doing it on purpose to help you. As cute as he thought you were being, he didn't actually enjoy seeing you afraid. Especially when your eyes clenched in fear like you thought you were about to get hurt.

Hearing a scream as someone clad in torn up clothes ran from the darkness and across the road, you yelled out in fear as you grabbed Han's arm, pressing your face into his shoulder out of fear.

Han smiled at he looked down at you, his hand cupping the back of your head.

"Are you scared?" He asked, unable to resist some light teasing.

You opened your eyes and shook your head as you looked up at him, lying. "No."

He grinned as he leaned his head a bit closer and spoke softly, a teasing tone evident in his voice. "Then why are you holding onto me so tightly?"

Paying more attention to yourself, you realized not only were you very close to him, but you were practically clinging onto him. You felt your cheeks heat up as you let go of him and stepped away, an embarrassed smile crossing your face, "Sorry."

Han let out a soft laugh before reaching over and grabbing your arm, and wrapping them back around his like you had before. "I didn't say you had to let go."

Your cheeks were now burning for another reason as you seemed caught in Han's eyes. You two always had a somewhat flirty relationship, but it never went anywhere. And in moments like this, you wondered if it would.

These thoughts vanished from your mind as you hear someone running up behind you. You and Han both turned in alarm at the quickly approaching figure.

You gripped Han's arms as you let out a fearful yell as you and Han ran to the opposite side of the road. The figure ran past screaming unintelligible words before it disappeared into the darkness.

Managing to take a breath, you let out a nervous chuckle and Han did the same, admitting that he had gotten scared too.

"It's okay, just remember it's an actor, you're not actually gonna get hurt."

You nodded as you took in a deep breath. "I realized, I really don't like being scared." Another nervous chuckle escaped you as you felt a bit embarrassed about Han seeing you like this.

But he smiled sweetly down at you, "Then it's good you have me here right?"

Your heart fluttered at his words and the fond smile he had for you. You were sure your fear amused him, but he wasn't showing it apart from some light teasing, and you appreciated it.

Hearing distant screams you looked into the darkness and let out a soft laugh, "He caught up to them."

Han laughed as he started to lead you down the road again. He began pulling his arm away from you and he thought he might be tired of you clinging onto him. You were going to step away to give him space, but instead, he slipped his hand into yours, holding it.

You felt shy now, as you looked from your hands to his face. He smiled softly at you as he gently squeezed your hand.

More scares came and went, people standing on the side of the road whispering or yelling at you. The occasional runner, or loud noise in the darkness or something dropping from the trees. Your heart was racing the whole time as you jumped and yelped nearly every time.

Han continued to make jokes out of it, and continued to hold your hand and keep you close.

You let out an exhausted groan after a zombie crawled out from the nearby field, causing you to bolt away before he could grab you. "How much longer."

Han lifted your joined hands as he pointed ahead of you, "I think I see some lights up ahead."

Trying to focus your eyes you blinked a few times, seeing what appeared to be a distant bright light. "Are you sure that's not just the others?"

He hummed, "Nope."

You let out a soft chuckle as you nudged his shoulder with your head. He smiled before clearing his throat. "You know, in between the scares and creepy actors, this almost feels like a date."

Your breath caught for a second as you looked over at him. "A date?"

He nodded without looking over at you, "Doesn't it, at least a little?"

Biting the inside of your cheek to refrain from smiling like an idiot, you hummed. "I suppose in some ways it does. Though I think I would prefer something a little less...dark and terrifying."

He chuckled and nodded, "Fair enough. What's an example?"

You eyed him, "You want an example?"

He nodded with a hum, "Yeah."

"Maybe an arcade date, a picnic, going to the aquarium, stuff like that."

He nodded silently, thinking to himself. "Those sound nice."

You nodded as silence hung between you for a moment before he cleared his throat again. "Would you, maybe wanna do one of those things...with me."

Your heart flipped in your chest, "You mean... go on a date?"

He nodded quickly, "Yeah, a date." He finally looked down at you, and you could see the nervousness in his gaze.

Before you could answer, a group of people crawling rapidly on the ground towards you caused you both to yell out in surprise before sprinting forward to get away.

When you made it to safety, the two of you paused as you locked eyes before letting out breathy laughs.

"I almost forgot where we were" You admitted and Han laughed a bit more.

"Me too." He let out a loud sigh as he swung your still joined hands around.

"Look!" He pointed forward, and through some trees you could see the end of the haunted walk. You felt relief flow through you, before you looked back at Han.

"Yes, by the way."

He looked back at you with a raised brow and you smiled, "I would like to go on a date with you."

Han seemed stunned for a second before a bright grin spread across his face. He let out a relieved laugh as he looked down at your hands.

He pulled you closer as he smiled at you, "Good. It's about time we went on a date don't you think?"

You laughed, realizing he must have been just as aware about the two of you dancing around your feelings by flirting.

You nodded, "Yeah it is."

He looked forward towards the exit as it slowly grew closer. He tugged on your hand and began moving forward a bit faster, "Come on, let's get the hell out of here."

You grinned as you followed him, both of you deciding to jog the rest of the way to get it over with. Your jog turned into a run though, when you heard someone running at you from the darkness. Your yells of alarm mixed with laughter as Han cursed in surprise.

Hyunjin, Changbin and I.N were waiting for you at the end of the walk, exhaustion written on their faces. When they saw the two of you running from the darkness, hand in hand and laughing, they shared knowing looks. It seemed like the two of you finally did something about your restrained feelings.

Who would have thought all it would take was a walk in the middle of the night down a dark haunted road.

xx End xx

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♬⋆.˚ 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 ― 𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

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. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁˖ . ܁. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁˖ . ܁. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁˖ . ܁. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁˖ . ܁

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: idol!Jisung x GN!reader, established relationship

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: fluff

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.5k — 10 𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙

𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: burned food, thats it

𝘼/𝙉: This was requested! I loved to write this one because this is inspired by something I did a few weeks ago. I tried to surprise my bf with cooking so he didn't have to do all the work but I failed, big time :') Hopefully, you'll enjoy it!

⤷ 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘑𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺 (𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨).

⋮ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 𝗝𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻

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Jisung was tired. He just wanted to go home, cuddle with you on the couch or in bed, and watch Spirited Away. Comeback season was upon them, and he still wanted to spend as much free time with you as possible before he got too busy. After a few years together, you were used to him being so busy during comeback season, but you still wanted to make the most of the free time you had together before and during this time.

Jisung loved that about you. You knew how busy he could get because of his career. The long days, touring, and comeback stages were a part of his job and his life. Sometimes he wouldn’t come home to sleep. He would just sleep in the studio and continue the next day. You did express to him that you thought it was unhealthy to stay in his workspace for so long without having a break. And you meant really have a break. Closing your eyes for a few hours in the studio, waking up, and going straight back at it didn’t count.

You didn’t want him to overwork himself and at least come home in the evenings. Your shared apartment was only 15 minutes from the studio, so it wasn’t even a long commute home. You managed to talk him into coming home to sleep, even if it was in the middle of the night, so he could sleep in an actual bed with you and rest.

If he had an early morning and you had time, you’d wake up with him and make him breakfast while he got ready. You’d eat your breakfast together before he would leave for the day. This way, you’d still spend some time together. Other times, you would order takeout for him and his members. You’d bring it to him and eat with them. If they were really busy or behind schedule, you’d drop it off with a kiss and just eat your dinner at home.

Sometimes he wondered why you hadn’t left him yet. During comeback seasons, he was just so busy, he barely had time for you and your relationship. However, he found it difficult to communicate it when those feelings surfaced. He was scared you would realize you deserved better and leave him.

“You let me know that you are too busy and stressed to do anything with me. I know it has nothing to do with me and this is what your job requires of you. Yes, it is hard sometimes, and I miss you at times like that, but I love you too much to just give this up. I know that if the roles were reversed, you would support me and my dreams too,” you had said when he gathered the courage to address this to you.

After saying goodbye to the members, he quickly grabbed his stuff and went on his way home. During the day, you’d texted him that you’d be in charge of dinner tonight to surprise him. It brought a smile to Jisung’s face but also some concern. He knew you weren’t the best at cooking; that’s why you brought him and his members takeout on busy days instead of home-cooked meals. You could make simple things like scrambled eggs and warm up some soup, but that was about it.

It’s the thought that counts, Jisung told himself. He didn’t want to discourage you from trying new things, like trying new recipes. He texted you he was on his way home and couldn’t wait to see you. Putting his phone back in his pocket, he put on his headphones and went on his way.

Upon arrival at your shared apartment, he could hear your voice vaguely through the front door. He chuckled to himself and entered the home. Your voice echoed through the hallway, trying to rap Jisung’s part in a song of his you’d put on. By no means were you a rapper, but he could hear you having fun and moving around in the kitchen.

He quietly trekked to the kitchen to see you in action. You were moving to the beat of the music that was playing through the speakers in one of his oversized shirts. This was one of Jisung’s favorite sights: you being carefree and having fun, even if you were alone.

You cut up the ingredients before adding them to the pot on the stove. You grabbed your phone that was lying on the counter to read the next step of the recipe. While your back was turned to the doorway, you hadn’t noticed Jisung standing there leaning on the doorframe with crossed arms and admiring you.

In the most terrible pitch ever, you started rapping along with the music again. You added seasoning to the ingredients on the stove and read the next step again. Unbeknownst to you, the gas stove was on way too high and the food in the pan was slowly beginning to burn.

The burnt smell flowed through the kitchen and reached Jisung. He frowned and uncrossed his arms. You still hadn’t noticed he had come in and you definitely didn’t notice that the food was burning. Jisung reached out to you, and before he could tap your shoulder, you turned around.

You shrieked out in horror and dropped the cutting board with vegetables from your hands. Your hand clutched your chest as you recovered from your scare. “Ji, what the hell?! You scared me.” You let out a breath, and Jisung chuckled at your reaction. Before he could tell you, you already smelled the burned food. “Oh my god, no, I burned it!”

You rushed over to the pan and turned off the stove. A lot of smoke was already coming from the pan and filling the kitchen. The hood above the stove apparently wasn’t strong enough. Cursing and whining, you got the hot pan off the stove and threw away the burned food. You placed the pan back on the stove to cool off and turned around with a pout.

Jisung had to hold back his laughter when he saw your pouty expression. He opened his arms, and you immediately rushed forward to wrap your arms around him. Still chuckling, he gave you a kiss on top of your head and hugged you tight. “For once, I just wanted to surprise you with your favorite food, but I can’t even do that...” you huffed out against him. Pulling back slightly, Jisung looked at your face. He could tell by your eyes that you were frustrated with the situation. He pecked your lips before speaking up, “Don’t worry about it, baby. We’ll cook something else together.”

“Or…” you dragged out while your pout turned into a sheepish smile. “We can order takeout?” How could he say no to your adorable face? He nodded, “We’ll order takeout, less fuss after your little accident.”

Your eyes narrowed and you gave him a pointed look. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, babe. It’s the thought that counts, and I love that you tried cooking for me.” He smiled at you. “Nice save, Ji, you’re lucky I love you.” You huffed out, and Jisung let out a laugh at your reaction. Stepping out of his embrace, you cleaned up the mess you made and grabbed your phone off the counter. “You go and change; I’ll order takeout for us. Pizza?” you asked as you ushered him out of the kitchen. Jisung replied with a ‘yes please’ while walking down the hall to your bedroom to change.

You let out a groan when sitting down on the couch. This was not how it was supposed to go tonight. You just wanted to surprise Jisung with his favorite food, go to the convenience store together to get the cheesecake slices he loves, and watch some Studio Ghibli movies. I guess you can still go out for dessert or order it with your takeout.

As Jisung came back into the living room, you placed your order (with desserts). Setting down your phone, Jisung cuddled up next to you on the couch. While he was trying to find the most comfortable position, your hand ran softly through his hair. Passing the remote to Jisung, he put on Spirited Away and went straight back to enjoying the feeling of your hands in his hair.

After a while, your pizza arrived and you started to dig in. Halfway through the movie, Jisung turned to you with a soft smile on his face. His boba eyes admired you from the side as he soaked up this moment with you. Such a small and simple gesture meant the world to him.

“I know this is not how you’d hoped the evening would turn out, but I appreciate you looking after me,” Jisung spoke, his voice filled with warmth and love. You turned your face to him, mid-bite. Quickly swallowing your bite and almost choking on it, you returned his soft smile. “Anything for you, my love.”

He gave you a soft kiss before turning his attention back to the TV and his pizza. Jisung was content. He had everything he’d ever wanted: a career he’d always dreamed of and he had you.

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Ⓒ︎ 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.

[lze325]

If I make this a han fic would anyone read it? I was thinking a mix of smau and written. but im also open to ideas. (i’m new to writing so be nice if its bad)

summary: dating a member of your group sounds like a great idea until a small slip up makes your relationship public.

“we shouldn’t be doing this,” i pull away from him breathlessly, the taste of his lips lingering on mine

“thats what makes it so fun,”

“han if anyone finds out about us it could ruin our careers,” i add my voice laced with worried about how badly this could affect us.

“y/n, it’ll be fine, no one is going to find out. we’re so careful,” the certainty in his voice calmed my nerves. so instead of listening to the voice in the back of my head telling me to be more careful, i lean back in reattaching our lips.

I really should’ve listened to it this time.

[quokkaholic]

Hit Me h.j

Warnings/tags: MDNI, smut with no plot in sight, oral f receiving, face sitting, hj, sub!Han, reference to switch!Han and impact play, 1 slap. Lightly edited 

Synopsis: After relentlessly riding Han’s face to his and your delight, he just has one thing to ask of you.

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Han always eats it like a man starved, but tonight he is particularly determined to kiss, lick, and suck your soul from your body, greedily lapping up your nectar as you hover over his mouth. Your mind is so fogged by lust, you’ve lost track of time and your highs are starting to blur together. After your first O, you tried to shift from above him, but Han’s strong hangs clung to your waist pulling you back down to his lips, eager to draw as much pleasure from you until you were beyond satisfied. He frames it as wanting to be good for you, but you know he loves this as much as you do. He’s always begging to go down on you, randomly in the middle of the day, during foreplay, in between rounds, and when you think your loving making has ended especially after he's made an absolute mess of your pussy savoring the flavor of your mixed juices. It's almost as if he's doing it for himself, and your pleasure is a blessed side effect of his insatiable hunger for you. He thrives off knowing how crazy he can drive you with just his mouth. He asks to taste you almost more than he asks you to suck him off, which is frequently. The man loves oral, and you love him for it.

Grinding down onto his face causes a long groan to escape from both your throats as you cum on his tongue yet again; this time you absolutely have to pull away, giving a shove to Han’s vice grip arms to signal him to free you as you feel like you might collapse if you don’t take a moment to steady your shaking limbs. As you raise your hips, a still hungry Han tilts his head back and sticks his tongue out of his panting mouth, straining to remain attached to your dripping cunt. Pressing back to lightly sit back on his chest, you can get an uninterrupted view of his utterly pussy drunk expression written all over his reddened face. There's the slightest twinge of coyness as you glide your trembling fingers through his silky hair and caress him down to his glistening chin, running your thumb over his swollen lips.

“You’re so beautiful Ji. Make me feel so good; it's unreal. I'm so grateful you're mine,” you utter in a hushed and warm tone as you stare down into his sweet, round eyes. He doesn't say anything in response, but his glossy, slightly agape lips bend up into his earth shattering grin as he turns his head into your touch then kisses your hand. His actions are enough to tell you he feels the same. He turns his head to the other side to press wet kisses to the inside of your thighs that still frame his face.

“You still want more baby? I'm so beyond sensitive Sungie; can't it be your turn? You deserve to feel good too,” you say as you lean back reaching for his undoubtedly flushed, stiff cock. He remains kissing your plush thighs, raising his head desperate to get his mouth higher and higher until he can taste you again. As you trail your hand down the soft skin of his toned chest and tummy, you feel the little puddle of precum that has dribbled out from his needy tip. Dragging your fingers softly over his balls and shaft causes him to shiver, but his desire to please you is relentless. Even as you finally grip him, he whines against your skin as you begin to rub him slowly, his loving kisses become more harsh and sloppy with intermittent bites signalling his impatience as you keep what he wants out of his reach, but you can’t hold out for long. You fold, scooting so his expert mouth can feast once again but with your concession you warn,

“Fine babe, but you have to be so gentle!”

He hums in confirmation of your terms and covers your lower lips with soft kisses and licks. Even with Han using the most bare amount of pressure, it still causes your lazy strokes to stutter. He’s so vocal and responsive, whimpering and moaning everytime you give an extra squeeze or more attention to his tip. You have to let go of him for a moment to steady yourself as another orgasm at the hands of the man you love warms your soul and radiates through you. 

Once gathering what little strength you have left, you move back to rest on his chest again and see a temporarily satiated and gleeful Han staring up at your undoubtedly disheveled and flushed appearance. His smile is infectious, but it is quickly replaced with screwed eyes and lips bitten shut after you coax him to spit into your hand and go back to pumping him in your fist giving a little twist at the end. The lust coursing through him and a minor lack of oxygen from your pussy blissfully smothering his face just how he likes it had previously caused him to pant, but the added pleasure of your ministrations have his chest heaving as he moans your name in a plea.

“What is it baby?” you ask sweetly not truly expecting him to answer as he seems so close to the edge, but to your surprise he whispers his request,

“Hit me,” eyebrows pinched up in a pleading look, truly so desperate.

“What?” is all you could think to say through the shock from his ask, but you remain stroking. He looks too pretty to stop. You guys are no strangers to impact play, but it's typically you on the receiving end.

“Hit me y/n” he says a bit louder and demanding,

“Han I don’t want to hurt you” He is quick to reassure you obviously wanting this for himself but also wanting you put you at ease,

“It's fine baby, I promise, just please,” his speech is broken up by whiny breaths,

“Please, hit me.”

With that, you pull back an open palm and land a slap to one of the full cheeks you cherish so deeply, not nearly as hard as he spanks you, but enough to sting and leave a temporary red mark. As soon as you make contact, Han lets out a prolonged hiss followed by mumbled and huffy  ‘I love you’s, and you feel his hot cock oozing into your hand and all over his stomach. With the same hand you inflicted the damage, you rub over the reddening skin before finally getting off from above him to shower him with kisses and cuddle before taking a sweet and intimate bath together, chatting until the water cools. Although the conversation doesn’t revolve around sex and travels from topic to topic, he makes sure to let you know multiple times throughout that he wants you to do that again and soon. 

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A.n- was planning to post some fluff this week, but smut is just so much easier for me to write for some reason. Very exited for the livestream tonight.

-mo 🎀

Masterlist

[azxulskz]

- fragile,

not strong or sturdy; delicate and vulnerable.

Pairing: han jisung x m!reader

Genre: fluff, non-idol au!, and romance.

Warning: kissing (?) that's about it!

A/n: sooooo, my first fic!!! I feel like I did a lot of grammar mistakes... Especially using semicolons, so please don't forget to comment so I can make sure to be better for the next fic!! Reblogs, likes, and commenting will be really appreciated. Thank you, and enjoy reading!!

Please don't repost, steal, copy, translate, and any kind of plagiarism. This is my work, so please don't steal it.

Love me, like a fragile object.

The people around me see me as fragile, like something that could shatter under pressure. They think I'll break if not handled carefully, that I might crumble without my comfort person by my side. And I can't blame them for seeing me this way, because I've become what they believe I am.

Han jisung..

He's the reason they see me as fragile, delicate, soft, vulnerable, and frail. He's the one who's shown me the most kindness, the one who's always there to pick me up when I fall. He's the one who's made me feel safe and loved, the one who's helped me to believe in myself. He's the one who's made me realize that I'm not as strong as I thought I was, that I need someone to lean on, someone to be there for me. He's the one who's made me realize that I'm not as independent as I thought I was, that I need someone to love and to be loved by.

Han Jisung...

He treats me like no one else, makes me smile like no one else, transforms my life, changes my perspective, and helps me love myself in a way no one else can. He's the one who's shown me what it means to be truly loved, the one who's made me feel like I'm worth something. He's the one who's made me realize that I'm not alone, that there's someone out there who cares about me. He's the one who's made me realize that I'm not just a fragile shell, that I'm a strong and capable woman.

Han Jisung...

He makes me feel safe, allows me to be whoever I want to be, inspires me to dream big, fuels my hopes, and makes me believe anything is possible. He's the one who's shown me that I can be anything I want to be, that I can achieve anything I set my mind to. He's the one who's made me realize that I'm not just a boy with a broken heart, that I'm a man with a bright future ahead of me.

Han Jisung...

He's the best friend anyone could ask for, but is being a best friend all he can ever be? I've been trying to convince myself that he's just a friend, that I'm just overthinking things. But the truth is, I'm falling for him. I'm falling for him hard. And I'm terrified. I'm terrified of what will happen if I tell him how I feel. I'm terrified of losing him. But I'm also terrified of living with this secret, of never knowing what could have been.

You groaned in annoyance, staring at your phone once again. When did you, THE Y/n L/n, start feeling this way? In love with Han, your BEST FRIEND! You decided to turn off your phone to clear your head. Knocks on the door outside your apartment echoed through the room. Recognizing the pattern, you sighed and dragged yourself to open it. "What are you doing here so late?" you asked, your eyes scanning the younger guy standing before you. There stood Han—the person you like, the person who makes you feel so important, the guy who makes your stomach do flips—in his usual comfy clothes: an oversized shirt, jogging pants, his everyday shoes, and the tote bag you gave him for Valentine's Day.

"What are you doing here????? It's very late already, Han," you asked, eyeing him up and down. You desperately wanted to ask, "Can we give this a try?" You knew that it was a risk, but you were willing to take it. You were willing to risk everything for a chance to be with him. You were willing to risk losing him as a friend, just to have a chance to be with him as something more. You were willing to risk everything for a chance at love.

“Was about to go to the 7/11 store we always go to, but got lazy, sooooo, crashing in your place it is,” Han said enthusiastically, looking at you with that annoyingly-cute gummy smile. “Can’t shoo you away now, can I?” you asked Han, playfully annoyed, as you let him into your apartment. Han nodded, stifling a laugh, and walked inside, taking off his shoes and placing them neatly by the door. He set his tote bag on the kitchen counter and then headed towards the fridge to grab a soda.

You watched Han move around your apartment as if it were his own, a grin playing on your lips as you grabbed yourself a drink. “Are you gonna stay for tonight?” you asked, hoping he would say yes. Even a maybe would make you happier than you should be. “I will, it’s boring in our dorm, and I miss you,” Han said so casually that it felt like a punch to the gut.

“Just say you’re so in love with me at this point,” you said, not thinking much of it. He always flirted playfully with you. What harm could a little flirtation back do?

But a lot was about to happen.

"I am,” Han responded quietly, his head lowered, hands fidgeting, legs bouncing nervously. The tension in the air thickened, pressing down on you like a physical weight, making it hard to breathe.

“W-what?” was all you could manage. You were nervous, while he seemed even more tense. He didn’t speak for a moment, still fidgeting as if searching for the right words, the right moment. Then, he stood up, grabbing the tote bag from the counter. You watched as he pulled out a small bouquet of flowers, seemingly made of ribbons. Confusion, fear, and nervousness washed over you. “Han…?” you called out, waiting for an answer.

The room was silent, the tension growing thicker with each passing second. And then, finally, “I like you, Y/N.” The words tumbled out of his mouth, breaking the silence that had stretched for what felt like an eternity. He walked towards you and handed you the flowers. As you held them, the words replaying in your mind made you feel nauseous.

He likes you.

Han likes you.

Your best friend likes you.

Your heart pounded in your chest, a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. You looked at Han, his eyes filled with a vulnerability you’d never seen before. He was no longer the carefree, playful friend you knew. He was a man, a man who was scared, a man who was hoping.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to, I swear. We’ve been friends for so long, flirting, cuddling, being there for each other—it’s all normal. But lately, it’s been making me feel things. The way you smile at me, the way you let me take care of you, the way you flirt back, the way you let me do whatever I want when I’m bored… You’re just being you, and it’s frustrating. I can’t stop these feelings, I can’t stop what I truly feel about you, I can’t stop falling for you.” Han rambles, his voice laced with a mixture of desperation and hope. You listen, recognizing the same feelings and frustrations you’ve been battling since you realized you were falling for him. You’ve tried to ignore it, to push it down, but the truth is, you can’t deny it anymore. You look at him, his eyes filled with a vulnerability that makes your heart ache. Before you can think, you’re leaning in, kissing him softly, cupping his cheeks to silence his rambling.

“Han, you’re talking to yourself again,” you say softly, pulling back and smiling. The warmth of his lips against yours, the way his body instinctively leans into yours, it all confirms what you’ve been feeling. “I like you too, Han. A lot, more than you’ll ever know.” You ruffle his hair, holding his hands, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. He’s stunned, processing your words. How could you like him? Just him? An average boy who happens to be your best friend? He looks at you with confused, teary eyes.

“You really… like me too?” he asks, fear evident in his voice. The question hangs in the air, a testament to the doubts that have been plaguing him. “I do, baby. I really do.” You respond, your voice firm and unwavering. The next thing you know, he’s blushing like a tomato before kissing you again, this time with a newfound confidence. The kiss is filled with a raw, unbridled passion that leaves you breathless.

You realize that this isn’t just a friendship anymore, it’s something deeper, something more profound. You’ve crossed a line, and you’re both ready to explore the unknown territory that lies ahead.

The air crackles with unspoken words, a symphony of emotions playing out between you. You can feel the shift in the dynamic, the transition from comfortable friendship to something more intense, more complicated. The uncertainty of the future hangs heavy, but the excitement of the unknown is exhilarating. You’ve both taken a leap of faith, and the journey ahead promises to be both thrilling and terrifying. You’re ready to face it together, hand in hand, hearts intertwined.

The world around you fades away, the only reality being the warmth of his body against yours, the taste of his lips on yours, the feeling of his hands intertwined with yours. This is a new beginning, a chance to rewrite the story of your relationship, to explore the depths of your feelings, to discover what lies beyond the boundaries of friendship. You’re both on the precipice of something extraordinary, and you’re ready to take the plunge.

[baby-stay92]

Whiny & Clingy

Pairing: BF!Han x Fem!Reader

Summery: You had a crappy night's sleep and want your space but Han wants nothing more than to clign to you at all times.

Warnings: Angst, clingy af Han, Annoyed reader, mean words.

WD: 1.795

TagList: @miss-daisy04 @c0m3t143 @kpop---scenarios

@chanchansgirly @seochangbins-wife

@dwaekkicidal @adestayskz

You had had a horrible night filled with weird unsettling dreams and on top of that you just simply hadn’t slept enough. This crap combination made your day nothing short of insufferable so when you were woken up by soft kisses all over your face your boyfriend, Han, groaned and pushed him away, rolling over to try and go back to sleep which was not acceptable to Han.

He kept trying to cuddle with you and pepper kisses all over your face and hands but for every sign of affection he showed you, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to snapping at him. In order to combat that you got out of bed and stormed to the bathroom to shower, hoping it would wake you up and also improve your crappy mood. You barely stepped in under the water when you heard the bathroom door open and you knew that it could only be Han. “Why is he this clingy today?” you thought to yourself as you ignored him sitting on the bathroom counter by the sink, his eyes focused on you - not in a sexual or needy way. No, the way he was looking at you was a look of pure love, care and devotion. You went on with your shower, taking your time washing your hair and body, your eyes never landing on the boy watching you from across the room. Once you finally finished and stepped out of the shower, he quickly handed you a towel for your hair, which you accepted silently before wrapping it around your hair. You stood back up after wrapping your hair in a turban and he once again quickly handed you a towel, this one obviously for your body. Once again you accepted it without a word and started drying off, not looking at him. Sadly the shower had not helped your mood nor your tired state of mind, so once you had put on your robe you made your way to the kitchen, Han following you like a lost puppy desperate for some affection. You turned on the coffee maker and then moved on to toasting some toast, all while Han sat at the little dining table, his eyes forever fixed on your frame. You tried to ignore him, not because you didn’t love your boyfriend but because you were scared you’d suddenly snap at him, which he didn’t deserve. Afterall it wasn’t his fault that you’d had a shitty night and he shouldn’t pay the price for your crappy mood. Once the toast was done and buttered you poured the coffee before sitting down at the table across from him. He just sat there, not saying a word as he watched you eat your breakfast and drink your coffee. You wanted to tell him to just give you a bit of space but again you were afraid that he’d get hurt deeply. He suddenly stood up and you thought he was gonna leave the kitchen but no, instead he stood behind you, resting his head on your shoulder from where he repeatedly kissed your cheek, unknowingly testing your self control. You closed your eyes and tried to stay calm, not letting your inner rage boil out of control. Soon you gave up on eating the rest of your food and stood up, storming off to the living room, where you sat on the couch, pulling a pillow into your lap, hugging it. Han moved quickly to sit at your side, his head once again on your shoulder.

“Han….” You started but before you could go on he cut you off.

“Please don’t tell me to back off? I can’t explain it but today just feels like shit and all I want to do is be by your side at all times.” He said softly, his voice carrying notes of sadness. You sighed and decided not to say anything, ultimately just letting him be for now. After a while you decided to get up, going to your shared home office, wanting to get some work done. Just as before, Han followed you down the hall and into the office, like a shadow and once you had sat down in your chair, he quickly pulled his chair over to sit at your side. You tried to ignore him as you turned on your laptop to start working and for an hour or two, he was just sitting, quietly, in his chair but it was clear to you that he wanted more than just sitting there. Soon he reached his limit and wrapped his arms around one of your, hugging your arm, resting his cheek against your shoulder. You sighed and tried to calmly count to ten before working on as best as you could with him clinging to your arm. A few more hours passed and you pushed your chair back, to lean back and rest your eyes for a moment. You quickly opened your eyes again in shock as Han suddenly sat in your lap, arms around your neck, his round boba eyes drilling into yours. You frowned up at him and sighed, your annoyance clear to him, but he just didn’t care. He wanted, no! He needed to be close to you today for whatever reason and he just didn’t care how annoyed you got with him. You gently but firmly pushed him off your lap to stand up going back to the bedroom, trying to escape him, even if it was just for a few minutes but he just wasn’t having it. He followed you once again and laid beside you in bed, clinging to your side like a baby koala. You groaned and tried to peel him off you with no luck and that was the final straw.

“HAN?! I swear to God, if you don’t back off for just 5 minutes I will snap at you, so please! Just get off me?” You groaned, looking up at the ceiling.

“Please don’t be like that? I can’t help it…” Han whispered, his voice still sad. You tried to stay calm but nothing helped and you suddenly snapped fully.

“NO! Han, for fuck sake just listen to me! I had a shitty night's sleep and all I want is to just get this day over with, okay? And right now, all you’re doing is driving me up the freaking walls! I don’t understand why the fuck you feel this desperate need to cling to me like a chewed piece of gum at the bottom of my shoe?!” You spat loudly, forcefully pushing him off you, sitting up and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. Han didn’t argue, instead he just kneeled behind you and hugged you from behind, clearly not caring what so ever for your mean words. A part of you knew he meant well and just wanted to help and be near you but the biggest part of you just wanted to lock him up and leave him there in order to get your space. You took a deep breath before standing back up after forcing his arms off you and in a quick pace you stormed out the bedroom door, closing it behind you - or so you thought. But much to your surprise Han had been quick to place his knee in the door frame to stop you from leaving him behind. You stared at him for a moment, your eyes thundering with annoyance, before groaning loudly and walking off to the living room again. He was right behind you the entire time and once you were laying on the couch, he was quick to lay with you, his head on your chest and his arms around your waist. You wanted to pry him off you again but you also knew, deep down, that no matter how many times you managed to escape his clingy ass he’d return - like a boomerang. This circus act went on all day and at dinner he even forced himself into your lap at the table where he sat whilst eating his dinner, making it damn near impossible for you to eat yours. After dinner he turned into a human backpack, clinging to your back no matter what you did. You tried to work some more and watch some TV but it was nearly impossible with him clinging to your side. It was like he was a magnet only sticking to you and if the connection was ever lost he’d perish. You decided to call it an early night so you went to brush your teeth and pee, still with him glued to you - which was a new level of intimacy you weren’t prepared for today. You went to the bedroom and sighed as you realised how challenging it would be to get your robe off with Han koala hugging you.

“Han…. please let go so I can get this freaking bathrobe off me?” You sighed and reluctantly he let go of you. As soon as the robe hit the floor he was attached to you again, much to your frustration as it makes it challenging to crawl into bed and you couldn’t or dear life get comfy with him wrapped around you like this.

“Han…?! I’m not joking here! Let-go-off-me!” You spat but he ignored your words again and just hit his face at your neck.

“Why are you like this?! You’d almost think you’re afraid I’ll suddenly vanish into thin air or something stupid like that?! Never have I met someone this… childish and downright infuriatingly clingy?!” You snapped on, not realising how hurtful your words were. It wasn’t until you heard him sniffle you realised how mean you were being towards him. He was just feeling down in the dumps like yourself so it really wasn’t fair for you to go off on him like this. It’s not like he had made any nasty remarks about your way of coping with this troublesome day so you really had no right to come for him like this. You felt him sob against your side and you sighed deeply.

“Hannie… I’m sorry, okay? I’m not in my right mind today but that isn’t your fault. I’m sorry for snapping like that at you, can you forgive me?” You asked, your tone more calm and soft now. He looked up at you from where his head had been resting on your chest and simply nodded, his eyes filled with tears. Never had you felt this bad for the impact your words had had on this sweet and loving boy. You finally wrapped your arms around you, earning you a small smile from Han, and after placing a gentle kiss to the top of his head, you both drifted off to sleep.

[taeminsung]

♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── love song..

pairing || han x reader summary || han realizing his feelings for you. genre/s || fluff. comfort. mina’s notes || please enjoy ♡ 

Sleep clung onto Han as he stood clutching his pillow to his chest. When Chan said they were going to do a small weekend getaway, he didn’t think that it meant having to be awake before the sun was up. Trying to focus on the horizon, he noticed that the sun wasn’t even trying to break through the darkness of the night. Slowly a sleepy scowl formed across his brows while a small group of them waited for the cars to be pulled around. All Han wanted to do was crawl into the back seat and immediately let sleep claim him as it did just hours before. Hearing your name roll off Felix’s tongue caused his attention to snap to where his friend was looking. There you were, approaching with your suitcase in toe, sleep written all over your features.

Did this mean that you were coming along? Of course, it did, he mentally sasses himself knowing that no one just has a suitcase at this hour of the day unless they were going somewhere. He really needed to go back to sleep before interacting with anyone. You mumbled your hellos to everyone, letting Felix pull you slightly closer, as you tugged the sweatshirt that consumed you closer to your body as your shifted from foot to foot. Han couldn’t help but steal glances at you. You were stunning this early in the morning. It makes him want to wake up to you every morning, just to see this side of you that clearly has no guard up. It was only for a moment that he daydreamed of what that future would be like with you.

Minutes passed before the cars finally pulled around, with everyone quickly moving to grab their seats. Han watched as you grabbed your stuff and put it in one of the cars before he quickly followed behind, hoping that you’d sit in the back rather than the front. He thanked whatever lucky star he could wish upon as you said you’d sit in the middle seat so the boys could be comfortable. Climbing in the back seat next to you, he couldn’t help but feel a little dizzy being this close to you for the first time, nearly wanting to pass out at the smell of your perfume. The scent he tried to commit to memory. Han knew that he was in trouble before, but now? All he could think about was how screwed he was going to be on this trip, trying not to make his feelings for you obvious.

Within no time of hitting the road, did sleep consumed him again, this time dreams were filled with thoughts of you.

The sound of the youngest singing loudly woke Han from the slumber he was in, trying to ground himself back in reality. His confusion only deepened as he felt the weight of something on his shoulder, turning to find you fast asleep, lips slightly parted with the hood of your sweatshirt obscuring the top half of your face. Part of him couldn’t grasp if he was still dreaming or if this was in fact a reality in which you were passed out using him as a pillow. Glancing forward, he caught the small smirk on Minho’s face before his eyes shifted back to the road. This had to be real, right?

A few songs passed before you started to stir, Han immediately wondering if him talking with Felix on your other side woke you up. His eyes watched you from the corner as you clicked the lock button on your phone, illuminating a photo Han didn’t even know existed. It was the two of you in Chan’s studio, you with headphones on listening to one of his unfinished songs, him looking at you trying to gage your reaction to it. It wasn’t a day that he could easily forget about. Hours had been spent with legs almost touching as you helped him work through his writers’ block, finding different ways to say what he wanted to say. It was the first day that he admitted his feelings not only to himself but also to Minho.

Your leg had been pressed against his just like it was now, and as Jeongin started singing another song did Han realized you hadn’t moved an inch to remove your head from his shoulder. He watched from the corner of his eye as you unlocked your phone, opening different apps to check your socials, seemingly content with your position in the car. Panicking internally, Han now planned a way to tell you his feelings, because there was a fleeting moment of hope that maybe you returned the feelings and would accept his love. Would he have time to write you a love song, he thought.

from mina with love ♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡ requests are open.

[jinxhallows]

kinktober #oo3 | my turn

KINKTOBER 2023 || jinxhallows my turn (role reversal) || jisung x fem!reader summary: you have the coolest partner in the world, the literal rockstar Jisung of the band Eternal, and the best part? you knew he was one before the rest of the world found out. you two met over a shared love of music, and you let your dreams fall to the wayside to support his. but when jisung hears you with his band for the first time, the roles are reversed, and he becomes your biggest fan. warnings: rather fluffy for kinktober, plot heavy, pet names, established relationship, non-kpop idol AU.

word count: 3.2k masterlist - click here

You’re a supportive girlfriend, so it's your job to be the one front and center when your boyfriend performs at festivals, waving a big sign around like an average fan, despite the badge hanging from your neck indicating you were very much not an average fan, and had full and complete access to the artist.   Jisung is undoubtedly a rockstar, the charismatic lead guitarist and vocalist of the alternative rock sensation, Eternal. Following the blazing success of their recent single on the radio, their demand has skyrocketed, securing them bookings at renowned festivals with extensive media coverage.    But your unwavering enthusiasm for Jisung's music dates back to the days when it was just him and his band in a rented-out rehearsal room inside an old warehouse in your hometown. There, you'd watch him perform, feeling your heart swell with pride and admiration as he poured his soul into his music, singing about his tumultuous past. 

In the last two of your five-year relationship, Jisung has been urging you to step into the limelight with your own unique voice. He's convinced that your vocals have a distinctive quality, a gritty edge that perfectly complements grunge and rock music. However, you've hesitated, recalling your past as a pop artist that didn't quite take off. You're afraid of experiencing the heartbreak of the music industry all over again. 

It's been easier to live vicariously through Jisung's success, still being close to the music scene that makes you feel alive. Your dreams haven't faded entirely, but for now, they simmer on the backburner. 

  After a year of pestering you, Jisung manages to convince you to get on the microphone after you two have shared a few beers and a couple of shots in between runs of his set at rehearsal.  You’re barely walking, and he’s pushing you while you make an effort to lean back against him, half fighting and stumbling your way up.    Giving him a sideways glance, he winks at you and turns to his rack of three guitars. He selects his vintage strat, slides the leather strap over his head, taps his foot on his pedalboard with a dozen pedals, exchanges nods with his drummer and bassist, and begins strumming chords.   

As the chords fill the air, they feel almost deliciously right, which is no surprise. Jisung knows your musical tastes well—Nirvana, Alice in Chains, Staind, 3 Doors Down, Nickelback—and he's giving you something distinctly different from his usual style, something that resonates with your soul.  You close your eyes, furrowing your brow in concentration as you sway to the chords. Then, you open your mouth, and the words flow effortlessly:    My anxiety,    It just ain’t been getting down with your sobriety    As the words leave your lips, you're pleasantly surprised at how good they sound, both vocally and lyrically. 

Jisung signals the band to continue with a circular motion of his finger. He adjusts his playing to complement your voice, encouraging you to keep going. 

Closing your eyes once more, you raise the microphone to your lips: 

  My anxiety,    It just ain't been getting down with your sobriety    And I can tell how things are changin’ cause you’re just like me.    The next set of words come to you within seconds.    And I’m gonna take you to that place where you don’t wanna be, don’t gotta be.    You hear that familiar switch and whirr of the high pitched amp as Jisung switches pedals again, the sound harder, with more overdrive.  His strumming pattern has changed, and it makes you feel like a chorus should come out naturally.    Take me out onto the wide and open roads,    I’m just waiting for you to tell me when to go.    We can take it slow,    I don’t have to know.    But I can’t promise that you’ll find your way back home.    You're completely immersed in the world of your lyrics, lost in the music until you hear Jisung's whistle followed by hearty laughter as the band comes to a stop. 

Jisung steps on a pedal, deactivating the overdrive, and asks, "Holy shit, did you write that, y/n?" 

You shrug, "No, it just came out—the way you were playing, that's just what came out." 

He widens his eyes, brows raising in surprise. "Wait, you mean to tell me you came up with that off the top of your head?" 

You look at him, puzzled. "Jisung, we do this at home all the time. We freestyle together when we're drunk. I used to be a musician. Is this new information?" 

He clicks his tongue, narrowing his eyes. "Don't be a smartass. You know I've never heard you with a live band. When we freestyle when we're drunk, you don't come up with stuff like that. That was... poetry." 

  Jisung steps back and adjusts his pedals, strumming lightly. "Do the same thing, but Troy, hold out that E string through the first eight bars." 

And so, your very first alternative rock song, 'Home,' was born during an organic jam session. It was so impressive that Jisung funded its professional recording in a studio and helped you release it as a single, under his publishing. 

  You landed 68k streams in the first week.    People were hungry for more.    The band lent their full support as you embarked on your first major project, a small EP comprising eight remarkable songs. The pinnacle of your excitement came when you received news that you were invited to perform at none other than the prestigious Coachella festival. 

Your excitement matched the enthusiasm radiating from Jisung. He couldn't contain his joy, and as the news broke, he screamed, hugging you tightly and even jumping up and down with sheer delight. When he finally released you from the hug, his eyes sparkled with genuine excitement as he looked into your eyes. "I get to be your groupie now," he exclaimed.    & Jisung meant that shit.    He purposefully schedules a leg of his tour to leave that night open so he can be free to attend and play for your performance, instead of the hired gun guitarist that takes his place when he has to prioritize his own band.  He’s headlining a top venue in the city the next night, but tonight is all about you.      But for tonight, Jisung is your guitarist, so he can’t wave a sign in the crowd for you like you do for him, so he gets a little creative.  As the band began playing the intro to your song, the stage lights transform into a dim, muted blue, and you gaze out at the vast, massive crowd before you. It is undoubtedly the largest audience you have ever performed for in your career. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Jisung stepping up to his microphone, still strumming his guitar. "Tonight is special to me, to be playing for Y/N, really, it's an honor," he announced, causing you to cover your mouth and nose with your hands, concealing your wide smile as the crowd erupted in cheers, urging him to continue. 

  "I am her biggest fan, and it sucks that I can't be in the audience, watching you do your thing from their point of view," Jisung continued with effortless stage presence. Laughter and whoops filled the air as he spoke, still strumming his guitar. "You guys are some lucky motherfuckers." His stage presence is effortless as the crowd reacts with laughter and whoops.  He’s still playing, the band perfectly vamping the song in the background as he points to the front row, “So I gathered some fans to help me out tonight.”    Before your very eyes, signs go up one by one across the front.    M A R R Y  M E ?    You take a step back, your eyes widen as you squint to see. The crowd's deafening roar and the giant screen above capture the moment, alternating between the sign and your bewildered expression. It's a surprise you could never predict.   

"Jisung—" you begin to exclaim, but your voice breaks into sobs as he embraces you tightly. The band briefly pauses, and the crowd's cheers grow louder. 

"It's okay, baby," Jisung reassures you, laughing as adrenaline courses through him. He rocks you from side to side, and then, he pulls out a box from his back pocket, dropping to one knee. With tears in his eyes, he opens the box to reveal a stunning ruby ring surrounded by diamonds on a gold band. He wipes his cheeks, trying to maintain composure as emotions overwhelm him. 

Your shocked reaction, a mixture of surprise and joy, draws raucous laughter from the audience. You hadn't expected him to propose right then, and you had no idea he had a ring. You don't even know any of this has been planned. As you say yes, barely above a whisper, you nod and let him slip the ring onto your finger.  It rests perfectly between the silver carved wolf ring on your pinky and the owl eyes ring on your middle finger, with turquoise stones set into the irises.  It's a ring that proves he knows you well and listens to the things you love and want.  You hadn’t mentioned wanting a ruby engagement ring since you first started dating and it came up randomly when you two were at a mall together and happened to pass them by. 

  -  “Do you like this one?” Jisung asked.    “Nah, too traditional.  I love rubies.  I’d love a ruby one.” 

-    Now, you shiver with emotion, looking down at the ring and sniffing as he stands up to kiss you. It's a brief kiss, but you know there's more to come later. He steps back, never taking his eyes off you, and the introduction to your song begins once again. 

Through your tears, you laugh. "Now I have to sing the song, asshole," you tease.   

Jisung chuckles with the crowd and leans over to quip into the microphone, "Yeah, but you got this, rockstar."   

As you prepare to start singing, the crowd's voices join in unison, singing the opening phrases with you: 

"My anxiety..." 

You feel a surge of happiness and gratitude as you close your eyes and sing the lyrics, your voice soaring as the song reaches its climax and descends gracefully, like a plane landing smoothly. The audience erupts in applause, and soon after, you find yourself in the dressing room. You're sweaty, makeup smudged from tears, but you're buzzing with excitement. Your heart races, and it feels like a fluttering butterfly has replaced it, its wings sending a rush of blood through your veins. 

Your team rushes in, surrounding you in a massive group hug. Some of them hold bouquets of flowers, and your manager pops a bottle of champagne, filling flutes for everyone in the room. 

"Attention, everyone, I need to make a toast," your manager announces, raising her glass above the chatter. The room hushes. "To new beginnings!" she declares, and everyone cheers, clinking their glasses together. You raise your glass from where you sit on a makeup table, taking a sip as the room bursts into conversation again. 

Suddenly, the door swings open, and Jisung walks in, greeted by more whoops and cheers. He's visibly exhausted from his set and the emotional rollercoaster of the night, but Jisung plays along, accepting the enthusiastic welcome as he makes his way over to you. 

"Han Jisung!" you exclaim, shaking your head as he wraps you in a warm embrace. Your legs wrap around his waist as he hugs you tightly, planting a kiss on your lips and looking into your eyes. 

"It sounds even better now that it's gonna be your last name," he says with a grin. 

"Let's take this to the afterparty!" your drummer yells, and everyone starts gathering their belongings, excitedly agreeing.   

"Leo, we're playing Thunder Eagle tomorrow, don't get too messed up, man," Jisung says over his shoulder, calling out your shared drummer, who rolls his eyes.    “I’ll be cool Jay.”    “I’m serious.”    "I'll make sure they behave," Jisung's manager chimes in, patting Leo on the back and pointing towards the door, silently advising him not to argue tonight.  

Jisung is a Virgo, a perfectionist, and he wants his set to be flawless, even if it never quite reaches his impossible standards. She reassured him that everything would go according to plan so he could enjoy his proposal night.   

"Thank you, Rina," Jisung says. 

Rina nods. "Meet us back at the hotel. We need to go over tomorrow's itinerary." 

She knows Jisung has no interest in afterparties, especially not tonight. His social battery is drained as well. 

After Rina leaves, the steel door slowly closes behind her, and you and Jisung let out synchronized sighs, followed by shared laughter. Those sighs communicate everything you both feel—the relief of finally being alone.   

"Wow, I can't believe I got backstage with Y/N," Jisung teases, his eyes playfully wide. 

  "Got past security and everything, huh? You must've really wanted to meet me," you playfully comment.   

"Of course," Jisung responds, placing his hands on both sides of your face and looking into your eyes. "I told you, I'm your biggest fan." 

And then, Jisung kisses you for real this time, like he means every bit of it. Your head tilts to follow the rhythm of his tongue as it rolls over yours, and you give him a forceful shove backward as you hop down from the countertop. He stumbles back a few steps while you push his leather jacket off his shoulders. Eventually, he lands on the black futon, looking up at you with a crooked grin as you straddle him. Your knees sink into the leather, and you can feel just how aroused he is when you lower yourself against him. Both of you are still clothed, and you rest your arms on his shoulders, your breasts grazing against his chin as you start grinding in his lap. 

"You're my biggest fan, Jisung?" you inquire, your voice low and teasing. 

"I am," he confirms, his eyes lifting from your chest to meet yours as he answers your question. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you down firmer onto his lap. 

You lean in close, murmuring in his ear, "Wanna be my groupie?"   

"Mhm, I do, I do," Jisung breathes, his hands gripping your ass. 

But then, you stop, lifting yourself up slightly.   “Let me fuck you then.” you say with a firm grasp of his erection. You stroke him a couple of times through his jeans, your lips hovering over his. You watch his expressions, the way his eyes cross, and his lids flutter, his vision blurred by the shockwaves your touch is sending throughout his body.    "Y-Yeah?" Jisung stammers, a reply that makes you both laugh, briefly breaking the intensity of the passion between you. How can you still have this effect on him? Jisung melts under your heat, and he always will.    “Take your dick out, I need to spell it out for you?”    You grant him a bit more space, allowing him to lift his hips and deftly slide out of his jeans. His brain finally clears the fog of desire, and he's acutely aware of how badly he craves to be with you at this moment. 

"Sorry," he stammers, "I'm like...star-struck or something." You straddle him once more, your thumb gently grazing his lower lip, the delicate almond-shaped acrylic nail tracing along his upper teeth. You observe the transformation in his expression as he shifts from awe to sheer desperation, all while you slowly lower yourself onto his throbbing anticipation. 

“Hmm,” You throw your head back with a blissful sigh of contentment, adjusting to his size. And Jisung can hardly believe it; he’s actually going to marry you and keep you in his life forever. He gets to feel this forever.   

The thought is making him impossibly hard as hips rock into you, emptying out those moans he’s grown to love so much. 

  “Jisung, you feel so good right now, baby,” you purr into his ear, his nails digging into your thighs to get a firmer grip as you ride him, writhing, whining hips giving him chills as you engulf him from every angle. 

“Goddamn,” He moans. “You do too.” 

When Jisung vocalizes during sex, it comes from some deep, carnal place that drives you absolutely mad. And then, he finds his second wind, snaking one arm around your waist, the other supporting his weight on the couch as he starts plunging into your pussy. You're losing composure, your choppy moans matching the tempo of his thrusts as your eyes roll back in your head, being fucked dumb over his shoulder.    When he tires, it’s like a perfect pass off, the way you grind against him.  He releases a guttural noise, head back against the futon as he slaps your thigh in encouragement, coaxing you to keep riding him just…like…that.    He looks up at you again, with stars in his eyes.  “I wish you could see yourself right now.”    “I can.” Your arm around his neck, fingers in his hair, you can see yourself in the reflection of the chain of mirrors along the wall behind you both.    “Oh, good,” Jisung says with a half-smile, your cunt still swallowing him up at this languid pace.  “See how pretty you look when you’re being fucked senseless like this?” He watches your face, the way your chest flutters with tiny gasps and your face twitches when you hit that certain spot.    "Yeah, I do," you barely manage to respond.    “Only thing prettier is how you look when you cum.” His praise pushes you further, two fingers sliding between your lips that you welcome, and Jisung closes his eyes, all of his senses overstimulated as he dangerously evades his orgasm, thanks to shutting out the sight of you absolutely wracked with pleasure, bouncing on his cock, with his fingers at the back of your throat.    You can’t speak, your mouth obstructed, so you begin to whine instead, and he presses on your tongue, making you gag over and over again as you unravel on him.  Jisung feels you cumming, he puts both arms around your waist as he pounds into you from below until he pulls you down a final time, his breath hitching as he allows his release to take over, cursing as he empties inside of you.    As your bodies slowly come down from the peak of ecstasy, you stay intertwined, breathless and sated.  The room is filled with a warm, intimate silence, broken only by the occasional soft sigh and the sound of your synchronized heartbeats.    Jisung gazes into your eyes with a tender expression, his fingers softly brushing a strand of hair away from your face.  “I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you,” he whispers.    You smile warmly in response, leaning in to kiss him sweetly.  “I feel the same way,” you murmur against his lips.  “Forever sounds pretty perfect.”    The two of you lay there for a while longer, basking in the post-coital afterglow and the knowledge that your love has reached a new level of commitment. The future seems brighter and more promising than ever before, filled with endless possibilities now for the careers of you both. 

Eventually, you two gather the strength to get up and clean up the evidence of your passionate encounter. As you help each other get dressed, there's a sense of contentment and serenity in the air.  With one last lingering kiss, you make your way back outside to catch an Uber back to the hotel, likely for a highly-anticipated round two.      What? You two are rockstars.  Did you expect anything less? 

[zeroseuniverse]

Respect is Earned

Word Count:980 Summary: This wasn't about entertainment. It wasn't about survival, either. It was about something bigger. Respect. Pairing: Han Jisung X Fem Reader

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The underground fight club smelled of sweat, blood, and desperation. Dim lights flickered above the ring, casting jagged shadows on the stained concrete floor. Fighters milled around the space, some stretching, others gauging their competition with sharp, wary eyes. The air buzzed with murmurs—bets being placed, debts being counted, names being whispered.

Some names carried weight. Other names were uttered with a sneer.

"The poser showed up tonight," someone muttered near the betting tables.

"Tch. What for? No one cares about him. He's not the real deal."

"Yeah, but he acts like he is. Probably here to pretend he's still one of us."

The conversation faded into the hum of the room, but the tone was unmistakable—dismissive, unimpressed. Whoever they were talking about wasn't respected here. This was a sharp contrast to the way fighters spoke of others, of legends who had clawed their way to the top with nothing but bruised knuckles and sheer will.

She kept her focus on the ring. The fight about to start was nothing special—two desperate men throwing wild punches, neither with enough training to make it last long. But that wasn't why she was here. This wasn't about entertainment. It wasn't about survival, either. It was about something bigger.

Respect.

She adjusted the tape around her wrists, steadying her breathing. No one here knew her yet. That would change soon enough.

A few feet away, another quiet conversation drifted past her.

"He's watching the new ones. Probably waiting to see who's worth keeping around."

"Like he even knows what that means."

She didn't look. Whoever he was, whatever weight his name carried or didn't, he didn't matter. Not yet.

The only thing that mattered was stepping into that ring and ensuring they remembered her when she stepped out.

The announcer's voice cut through the noise, calling out the next match. Her name echoed through the room, unfamiliar to most but soon to be known. A few fighters turned, giving her the once-over, weighing her in their minds before dismissing her just as quickly.

She stepped forward, rolling her shoulders, letting the anticipation settle into her bones. The fighter across from her was bigger, heavier, the kind that relied on brute force rather than technique. He smirked, cracking his knuckles as if this were just another easy win.

She let him believe it.

The bell rang, and he lunged.

She moved faster.

A sidestep, a sharp strike to his ribs. A flicker of surprise crossed his face before he swung again. Sloppy. Predictable. She ducked and countered, her fist connecting cleanly with his jaw. The crowd stirred, murmurs shifting in tone. Interest.

She kept her expression neutral, kept her mind focused. This wasn't just about winning. It was about proving she belonged.

From somewhere in the crowd, unseen but present, someone watched with narrowed eyes. The poser. He wasn't impressed. Not yet.

But he would be.

The fight didn't last much longer. Her opponent recovered from the blow to his jaw, but his attacks grew reckless, desperate to overpower her with brute strength. She let him tire himself out, dodging each wild swing with calculated precision. When she struck again, it was with purpose—a sharp kick to the side of his knee, a swift elbow to his temple. He staggered, his balance lost. One final strike to the ribs, and he collapsed to the ground, wheezing.

The referee counted. The match was over.

A mix of reactions rippled through the crowd. Some scoffed, unimpressed. Others murmured in grudging approval. A few exchanged money, irritated at losing their bets. She didn't react, only turning away from her fallen opponent and stepping out of the ring, her heart pounding, adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

The respect she wanted wouldn't come from a single fight. She knew that. It had to be earned, piece by piece.

She wiped the sweat from her brow as she made her way toward the bookkeeper's table. A grizzled man behind the counter barely spared her a glance as he shoved a small envelope across the surface. "Your cut," he grunted. "Don't spend it all in one place."

She took the envelope, weighing it in her palm. The money inside wasn't much, not compared to the bets flying around the room, but it was enough. Enough to keep her going. Enough to help someone else. She slipped it into her pocket without counting it, already knowing where it was needed most.

She spotted a younger fighter slumped against the wall, fresh from a brutal loss. His lip was split, his knuckles raw, and the way he clutched his side told her the damage went deeper than what was visible. Without a word, she knelt beside him, pressing the envelope into his palm.

"What—?" he started, blinking at her in confusion.

"For the next one," she said simply. "Get patched up. Don't let them see you weak."

His fingers tightened around the money, and for a moment, he just stared at her. Then, with a small nod, he tucked it away, pushing himself up despite the pain. Wordless understanding passed between them before he limped off.

As she reached for her water bottle, she caught a few lingering stares from the fighters around her. Calculating. Judging. Weighing her next move.

And then, from the far side of the room, a pair of eyes lingered longer than the rest. The poser wasn't just watching anymore.

He was interested.

The next few fights came fast. Each time she stepped into the ring, she faced a new challenge—opponents stronger, faster, more experienced. But she adapted, learned their weaknesses, and turned their aggression against them. And with every win, the murmurs shifted. The sneers became nods. The dismissive glances turned into measuring looks.

She was no longer just another newcomer. She was something else. A problem. A threat. A name that mattered.

And Han Jisung noticed.

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just like the stars // j. han

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summary✮⋆˙ you and jisung met unexpectedly, both of you being idols and needing to get away from stress and your thoughts. so when needed, you had each other, the hood of your car, and the stars beeming down against you two- and your long talks, of course.

genre✮⋆˙ fluff, idol!reader, idol!jisung, friends to lovers, secret friendship and relationship

warnings✮⋆˙ han jisung(yes, he is a warning, gosh)

w.c✮⋆˙ aproxx 1k

a/n: han han han han han. god, i love han. this has been in my drafts for awhile unfinished and i just had to finish it. also, please acknowledge my secret secret reference at the end, thank you love you💋.

han jisung was the light you needed in your life ; his laid back smile, his contagious laughter, his puffy cheeks, his crescent eyes, his soft and loving hands, his small careful gestures- everything about him glowed, shining like broken glass and straight through your pounding heart.

how you met was weirdly addicting, you thought about it almost everytime you snuck out with the boy. it was quiet funny too.

you were trying to escape your thoughts, stealing the keys to your companies car that is lended to your group and you whenever you needed to drive without a team member. you remember the night so vividly, you being stopped at a stop light, not even noticing the car doors were unlocked until the back opened, revealing and bundled up jisung, also trying to escape his thoughts. his apologies immediately rushing out as he thought you were an uber or a taxi driver, yet you let him stay. the two of you knew of each other, never talked before yet it was so easy to talk to him that night, and every night after that.

you drove him around for hours, almost until daylight rose, that’s how you found your special spot. driving around with no clue or direction, finding yourselves on a cliff with the most perfect view of the entire city lights.

you let yourself back into real time, letting yourself stare at the boy beside you. you couldn’t stop staring, even if you wanted to. you were way too distracted with his cute hand gestures as he spoke, letting his body and mind relax as the wind blowed against the two of you. you give him a hum of agreement, letting him know you’re listening to his ranting, but we both know your mind and heart was some place else, blown away by his beautiful structure.

the stars beamed down on him, like bright pixy dust, making him stand out in the dark night. god, you lived for nights like this, especially with him.

the both of you wrapped in your favorite blanket that stays in your car, specifically for nights like this, but you would never dare to tell him. the nights you both escape your dorms, away from your members and companies attentions, letting yourselves talk for hours in the middle of the night on top of the hood ; it was so peaceful, letting yourselves speak your minds to eachother, knowing you both wouldn’t dare mention any of these meet ups or what gets spoken about to anyone, not even chan or your leader.

“i think the song came out great, it isn’t the top song of our comeback- but it definitely made impact,” he finally faced you, his cheeks slightly pink from the cool breeze blowing harder against his skin, staring at you with a smile that almost reached his eyes.

“you did great, ji. but, i think secret secret is still my favorite produced by you, through-” he playfully pushed you, causing a fit of giggles between the both of you; not the both of you, just you, as he’s poor heart couldn’t handle the sound. now, he wishes he put your laugh in a song, it’s better than any song he’s ever heard. his cheeks may have been cold two seconds ago, but they’re flushed and heated now, eventually letting himself laugh with you, a huge smile plastered across his face.

“you’re taking the blanket!” he teases, tugging hard to get more warmth around his prickled arms from goosebumps, caused by mainly from what he calls: your music. you didn’t let go of the blanket though, you simply scooted closer to the boy, letting your side and your head fall onto his, a satisfied smile on your face as he stiffens at your touch and warmth.

“thank you, han,” your hands resting in his lap, snuggling your head deeper into his neck, “you always make things better, nights like this always do,” you continued, not letting him question your blurting. he lets his heart control his arm, letting it droop around your waist and pulling you closer to him. he would use an excuse of being cold right now just to hold you, but he couldn’t let this intimate moment down with his silly cover ups.

his empty hand reached to hold your cold to touch ones, letting his thumb slowly drag across the skin as his hums in agreement, “i like spending nights away with you,” he speaks quietly, closes his eyes slightly tight before opening them to look at you as your head raises a bit to listen to the man more intently.

“and i like you,” you blurt, lost in the look in his eyes, the stars glistening in them, “the stars look pretty tonight,” turning your head away to lose his locked eyes. a hand removes from your nestled ones, softly grabbing your chin and tilts your head back towards him, but you didn’t dare open your squeezed shut eyes.

“y/n, look at me,” he pouted, his heart beating like crazy watching your lashes fluttered open with your lids, almost immediately locking eyes with his shaken ones, “you like me?”

“so if i do? i like the stars too-”

“but you like me?” his face inches closer to yours, a smile enlarged his face, making your breathing hitch while his breathing tickles your lips. the distance being close enough to barley lean and kiss him right there and then.

“like you in what way?” you give him a teasing smile, hiding the fact your whole body was rising in heat and your stomach felt exploding with butterflies, “in a way i want to kiss your stupid smile off your face? maybe-” your remarks cut off in the best way possible, his soft lips locking his yours and you let him kiss you.

your hands left his lap, reaching to hold the face you always wanted to cup in your palms. you let yourself melt in his hold, his hand leaving your chin and wrapping around your waist tighter than ever, pulling your body closer to his if that was even possible.

kissing jisung felt indescribable, his head turning slightly to kiss your plush lips more deeply. you couldn’t put into words how accomplished you felt with yourself, you’d pay your shoulder if you weren’t mushy in his arms. his lips felt and tasted better than you ever thought they would, you imagined it happening but never expected it to be way better than your silly day dreams.

you practically chased for more once his lips pulled away from yours, trying to catch both of your breathings, letting you both stare in a daze at each other. he looked so beautiful in this moment, you wanted to take a picture of his slightly moisturized lips that were once against yours, his mouth slightly ajar as he caught his breath.

“and i like you, in a way i wanted to kiss you,” he finally speaks, his eyes searching around your face, watching your cheeks darken with a soft smile on your lips.

“yeah, i think i like you in that way too,”

“you think?!” he scoffs, rollling his eyes as you giggle, a smile never leaving his face though, turning his head completely away in childlike manner. you use the advantage of your hands still on his warm cheeks and pulled his back down to yours to leave another soft kiss on his lips.

“keep kissing me and i think i won’t be able to stop,” he says, letting his forehead lean against yours once your lips break apart.

“and what if i don’t want you to stop?”

“then you’re asking for it!”

his lips placing across the skin on your face, giggles emerged from your stomach and your chest as he sprayed you in kisses. “i, like, you, so, much,” he speaks between kisses; first on your cold nose, the second on your forehead, the third on your left cheek, the forth on your right, the last one being your lips. you kiss him back with just as much love, wrapping your arms around his neck, letting the noise of the car honking below you and the wind blowing against your ears fade away, as all you can pay attention to is the lips against yours.

han jisung was your light, your love, he was everything you’ve ever wanted, even if you’ll stay a secret. that was okay with you, your secret late night sneak outs made up for the fact you couldn’t look his way in public events.

he was your secret secret, and you were glad to be his.