#innocent park jisung smut

[ihaechans]

Teach Me || P.JS

PAIRING ▸ Jisung x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ established relationship, smut, fluff

WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, masturbation (m), lovey-dovey jisung, praise kink, petnames, unprotected sex (don't), cream pie, Jisung properly fucking reader for the first time but none are virgins, dom~ish jisung, fingering (f), oral (f), cum eating, overstimulation / multiple orgasms, reader gives jisung instructions on how to fuck her and for some reason- it turns jisung on even more (he's a strange fellow)

SUMMARY ▸ It's been about ten months since you and Jisung started dating, and not once has he fucked you properly. Yes, he's fucked you multiple times, but you're always on top riding him, or simply using him as you please, leaving him no room to fuck you how he wants to. Finally, he musters the courage to talk to you about it, and the outcome makes him wish he'd done it sooner.

WORD COUNT▸ 2k

A/N: This is part of the "Crush on You" & "7 Days" Jisung "series". Any of the stories can be read separately, but for more context, you should read the first two "parts" to better understand the reader and Jisung's dynamic. Make sure to like or reblog if you love it! My requests are open so don't be shy!

There's a fine line between fucking and fucking.

Jisung always got to fuck you, but never got to fuck you.

Since the beginning of your relationship, there has been a clear dynamic between the two of you. Jisung was bottom, and you were top. That's how things are, how they have been for the past ten months.

Sometimes Jisung wonders how it would be if things were different, imagining his hips fucking into your wet pussy, eyes teary as he watches you fall apart on his cock. Mouth sucking in his length until it couldn't go any farther, abusing your throat as he used you for his own pleasure.

God, it made him rock hard just thinking about it.

"Fuck," he whimpers, hand shifting lightly over his hard cock as he settles down on the bed, kicking his shoes off in a hurry. He wants you below him, mouth agape, brows furrowed, uncontrollable moans slipping past your lips as fucks into you deep.

He shouldn't do this knowing you're just a room over typing away on your computer, probably on an important work meeting or something like that, but he couldn't help it. He felt like an incaged animal, struggling to break free.

The only thing that could satisfy him was getting what he wanted.

Jisung teases the head of his cock, biting back a whimper at the sensitive feeling. His breathing is heavy as he grips his cock, hips automatically pistoning up to fuck into his fist, imagining how much better it would feel if he was fucking into you.

He imagines your sweet cries and moans, dick twitching as he thinks about you. Nobody has ever gotten him so worked up, it's almost as if you've casted a spell on him.

Jisung lets out a husky moan, fucking up into his fist frantically as he nears his climax. "Fuck," he moans, hips stilling as he releases into his hand, his free hand covering his mouth as he tries to hold back a loud whine.

Pathetic. He thinks to himself, completely ashamed he didn’t have the courage to tell you how he felt.

“Jisung baby, you in here?” A light knock emits from the wooden door and Jisung freezes like a deer in headlights, jumping across the room towards the bathroom as you slowly creak open the bedroom door.

Jisung sighs as he safety makes it to the bathroom, able to shut the door behind him softly before you notice. This was all so stupid.

He was stupid.

Turning on the sink, Jisung washes his cum off of his hand, shaking his head pitifully with a sigh as he does so.

The sudden opening of the bathroom door makes him jump with horror, wet hand covering his heart as he slumps over the sink, relived that it was only you.

“Baby im done with work,” you smile, opening your arms wide, in indication that you wanted to cuddle with your boyfriend.

He can’t help but smile back, a slight blush forming on his cheeks as he gives in to your warm embrace, head resting in the crook of your neck.

“Can we lay down?” Jisung speaks up for the first time today, following you as you flop down onto your shared bed without a word, waiting for Jisung to follow.

You looked so pretty laying there, eyes staring up at him innocently.

Stop being a pervert, he thinks to himself, flopping down beside you before wrapping his arms around your body

A hand runs through his hair as he breathes softly against your skin, the silence nearly deafening between the two of you.

“Jisung,” finally, you break the silence, “I know you were jerking off in here a couple minutes ago.”

You speak as if it’s not the most embarrassing thing in the world. Jisung’s eyes grow wide, mouth parting to speak but unable to as his face goes red. “How… how’d you…”

Shushing him with a finger, you cut him off. “Well you're pretty loud," you giggle, "Jisung what were you thinking about when you were jerking off? Me?” You straddle him in an instant, his hands grasping your hips with a whine.

Were you really going to make him admit to it? This was the most embarrassing moment of Jisung’s life.

Pushing your hips forward, Jisung moans out as you grind against him, “Answer me Jisung. Tell me what you were thinking about.”

“I-It was you…” Pink cheeks nearly go red as he admits it out loud, not able to look at you as he speaks.

You giggle, slightly shifting your hips against him again, “Naughty baby,” Jisung hums in agreement, nearly slipping into sub space before he even realizes it. “Now tell me what exactly was going on inside that head of yours.”

At this, he snaps out of his daze, eyes that once avoided you now looking straight back into yours. “Can I…” just say it Jisung, he thinks to himself, taking a deep breath before spluttering out a barely audible “Can I show you?”

He prays you don’t ask him to repeat himself, eyes closing in shame.

“Alright. Show me then.”

Not a thought goes through your mind as Jisung quickly flips the two of you over, his slender body now hovering over you. You admit, seeing Jisung on top of you was hot as fuck.

“I’m gonna show you now… is that okay?”

Even in times like this, Jisung still managed to be a complete cutie. “Of course baby, go ahead.”

Carefully, he kisses along your collarbones, hands pushing up the hem of your shirt up to your chest, exposing your bra.

“Take this off for me,” he mumbles, clearly talking about your bra. Already, Jisung was showing a different side of himself. He never asked you to take off your own clothes, doing it for you without you even having to ask.

He stops, head snapping up from where he was marking your collarbones to stare into your eyes. “I said to take it off, didn’t I?” His gaze is lustful and dark, an unreadable expression etched onto his face.

He never talks to you like this.

Raising an eyebrow, you sit up slightly, unclasping your bra as your breasts fall free in from of your boyfriend, his mouth immediately latching onto one of your nipples.

A surprised moan leaves your lips as he swirls his tongue around your sensitive bud, one of his hands dipping into the waistband of your shorts, rubbing along your panties.

“Shit,” you breathe out, gasping when he plays with your clit through the fabric. “Jisung…”

“Shhh… don’t talk. Good girls stay quiet.” His pupils were incredibly blown, cock rock hard in between his legs once again as he imagines the things that are about to take place.

He can tell you’re surprised, body still not fully comfortable with the idea of being a bottom. “Relax, I’ll treat you like a princess.”

He never calls you princess.

Your mouth opens to speak, but immediately shuts as one of his slender fingers forces it’s way inside of you, an embarrassing mix of a squeal and a moan slipping out. Jisung chuckles against your chest as you moan for him, inserting a second finger into the mix.

What’s gotten into him?

“I’m tired of holding back… I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” he admits, fucking his fingers into you faster as he stares directly into your half lidded eyes. “God the thought of having you like this turns me on so much, I couldn’t hold back any longer…” he rambles, seeming to get off on the sound of your moans.

“I’m close, please keep going,” Jisung pries your thighs open with his free hand as they start to tremble due to your impending orgasm.

Finally, your eyes shut tight with pleasure, brows furrowing as you tuck your lip between your teeth. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop-“ you repeat the words like a mantra until you hit your climax, back arching off the bed and legs threatening to close around your boyfriends hand.

“So good for me, I love seeing you under me like this.” Without giving you time to breathe, Jisung is quickly moving away from your breasts and down to your now sensitive pussy, quickly rolling your shorts off of your body to kitten lick your entrance, burying his face in your cunt as he slurps up all your cum.

Uncontrollable sounds spill from your mouth, motivating Jisung to continue his ministrations, only stopping when you harshly push his head away, a tired moan making its way out of you.

“Can I fuck you now? Please?” Doe eyes stare at you from in between your legs, your boyfriends hair slightly ruffled and out of place.

How could you ever say no?

A quick yes is all he needs to hear before disregarding his shirt and pants, including his boxers. Jisung is completely naked in front of you, he does a once over of your naked body below him, brain now realizing he’s never actually fucked you for real before.

It’s almost as if you can read his mind, your boyfriend slightly relaxing as you lace your fingers with his, holding his hand to comfort him.

“Don’t think too much baby, just put it in and I’ll help you from there.” Your voice is music to his ears, instantly sweeping away all his concerns. Following your instructions, he slowly pushes himself inside of you, groaning in unison with you.

“So good already,” you moan out, “Now just move your hips, I know you can do it.” You egg him on, Jisung’s jaw almost going slack as you fully take him in. He would never get used to how warm and wet you were, a low moan filling the air as he pulls back only to thrust back in, his moans picking up in frequency as he went on.

The pace was deep and slow, his cock hitting just the right place inside of you to make you go crazy. “Faster, faster right there-“ the sound of you urging him is what kept him motivated to make you cum.

He knew he wasn’t the best, but as long as he could make you cum on his cock, he would be happy tonight.

Jisung’s hips pick up pace, the sounds of skin slapping against each other now flowing through the air. You felt euphoric wrapped around him, Jisung nearly cumming just from a few quick thrusts.

The two of you moan in unison, the sounds only getting louder as you both near your orgasm. “You’re fucking me so good, just like that, right there-“ your sentence ends with a yelp as Jisung fucks you even harder, dick hitting your gspot over and over with each thrust.

“I’m gonna cum,” Jisung’s husky moans ring out as he releases inside of you, moans growing louder as you release with him, your pussy clenching around him impossibly tight.

Finally, he stills his hips, fast pants making his chest heave up and down as he collapses against you, face buried in your chest.

“Jisung… baby,” you breathe out, running your fingers through your boyfriends hair softly. “You did so good for your first time fucking me like that.”

He smiles against your chest, humming to acknowledge your statement. Sleep was already taking over his body, eyes struggling to stay open as you comb your fingers through his hair.

“Ji… pull out we need to get cleaned up.”

“Don’ wanna,” he groans, wrapping his arms around you to trap you in. “Hold me.”

“You’re so gross,” you smile, earning a small chuckle from the half-asleep man on top of you.

“Shhh no more talking,”

That’s the last thing you hear before falling asleep in his arms, your boyfriend whispering a sweet “I love you” before letting sleep take over his body as well.

[channieismyboy]

chanel chance

{dilf!seonghwa x f!reader}

synopsis: When y/n is alerted that there's been a flood in her apartment and no one can take her, what will she do when Mr. Park asks her to stay with him?

masterlist | part 3 | part 5

warnings: age difference (y/n is 21, seonghwa is 29), eventual smut, language, kind of slow burn, sad attempts at humor - wc: 2.3k

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Everyday, a man lives a debilitating cycle. He wakes up, goes to work, sleeps, and repeats this endless circuit. He has gotten used to this schedule over the last few years. The only joy in his life would be brought on by his little daughter, whom he loves with all his heart. He tries his very best to put on a facade of happiness whenever he spends time with her. Wanting to protect her innocence from vague feelings of misery for as long as he possibly can, until he eventually matures.

There was no room for love in his life anymore. Romance is certainly unattainable for him due to his lack of availability. It is not like he does not have opportunities to date, there are plenty of women and men who often throw themselves at him. However, it is merely for his title or money. They want to gain something from him.

This man views love differently than the people who he converses with on a daily basis. Most of those individuals view marriage, or dating as a contract. As an opportunity to enlarge their company’s resources, get more publicity from the media, or even to trick the public to buy more of their products. Since this man has seen this happen numerous times in his lifetime, even had a hands-on experience of it in his home, he has made a choice that he would no longer give romance a chance. As those couples that marry for money, or titles, almost certainly end up unhappy, divorcing quickly after marrying, or scandals of them cheating on one another are posted publicly on the news.

However, this man’s principles had begun to change once he had met someone different. Someone who he found beautiful in every way imaginable, who made his heart skip a beat in a way he never knew it could…

This man is Park Seonghwa.

-

You check the time, it is now 11:37 PM. You're lying awake, staring aimlessly at your ceiling, with the fairy lights illuminating your otherwise dark room. Replays of a few nights ago rerun in your head. You think about how gentle Mr. Park was with you, and how caring he is with his daughter. It makes your heart ache. You sadly have never got to experience a proper father-daughter relationship, or even one at all. However, you're grateful you have your uncle and your aunt. They've truly made your life special in every way imaginable. Your eyes begin to feel heavy, and the familiar wave of tiredness hits you until you're asleep.

It is now saturday morning, today you will babysit Jieun and today you will finally see Mr. Park. You get slightly too excited about that last part, and shake your head at your thoughts. You have been thinking about him a lot recently, you really shouldn't, for the sake of keeping your job.

You wake up and check your phone, scrolling aimlessly through your socials and texts from Minho and Jisung. Replying to the endless amounts of texts they've sent along with pictures of them on their vacation to Jeju Island. You struggle to get through the pure amount of them.

The afternoon passes calmly. You quickly make yourself some dinner and shower after precisely picking out your outfit to go see Mr. Park while on a facetime call with both Minho and Jisung. as annoying they are, they are never caught wearing a bad outfit.

"Are you calling us so you can look great for Mr. Hot ceo?" Minho asks with a deadpan tone, which juxtaposes with the cute cat in his lap that he's petting every so sweetly. "You wanna impress him?" Jisung adds while wiggling his eyebrows.

"It's not that, I just want to look presentable is all" you fib, while showing them the black skirt, black stockings with a deep burgundy Ralph Lauren knit sweater that jisung had picked out. Minho looks at you with an 'I'm not buying it' face and you cave in.

"Okay fine! Can you blame me for wanting to look nice when babysitting a good looking ceo's daughter? Plus I do have to look professional for this job, I can't just show up in sweats. and he probably thinks I'm a kid, so it doesn't matter anyway" you say, opting for the look you have on.

"Honestly, I would do the same" jisung adds after applauding your look.

-

After your shower, you get dressed and put on just a bit more makeup than usual, and spray on your 'Chanel Chance' perfume. It won't hurt to look nice for the man anyway. You board the bus and sit down while listening to some music. you're now deep in thought, thinking back to minho's comment. it won't hurt to look good for the man anyway. He's literally a high power ceo, regardless of how he looked, you had to go to his home and look presentable anyway. with a posh neighborhood like his and such a fancy house like his, you would look like the odd one out not arriving dressed in the very few expensive clothing items you own.

Your stop arrives and you head out quickly, mentally preparing to meet John again and explain why you are there. You feel slightly awkward just walking up a hill with nothing else but your purse and phone in hand. You wish you had a car that can drive you around, but it broke down on you and is in the shop being replaced. You try not to think about the bill ahead of you, that's too many scary thoughts in a row.

Trailing along, you are soon met with John at the gate. He looks at you up and down. "Can I see some ID?" he demands. You open your purse and show him your driver's license. He lets you through, luckily Mr. Park's home is close to the gate, so it's not a far walk. You stop at the familiar home. it's 6:25 PM, you're grateful that once again you're early. You quickly double check your hair and retouch your lip gloss before knocking on the door. You wait a bit until it opens.

This time you are greeted directly by Mr. Park, and he glances at you up and down before welcoming you with a polite smile. You do the same, and note how nicely dressed he is. The black buttoned up shirt with just a few buttons undone tucked into his black trousers complement the glasses he's wearing, he look's so professional with them on.

"Hello Ms. L/n, it's nice to see you." he says with a slight smile on his face. "Hello Mr. Park" you greet back with a bright and polite smile.

"Laura, my housekeeper isn't here on Saturdays so it's just going to be you and Jieun for today. Please come in," he gestures into the home. You take off your shoes and enter the place after closing the door. You look around his place once again, still in shock by its size and beauty. Mr. Park sure has taste. You walk behind him and follow him to the living room, where Jieun is already sitting, watching cartoons.

He turns to face you, eyes directly on yours. Suddenly it's quite hot in the room. "I'll leave you both here and I'll be back just before 9:00 PM, call if anything happens, although I know she's in great hands" he says to you before saying goodbye to his daughter.

"Enjoy your meeting Mr. Park!" you say. He exits before lovingly wishing his daughter goodbye.

-

Your time spent with Jieun is always pleasant. She's as bright and playful as ever, telling you about her latest works of art (cute scribbles) and her excitement to learn more at pre-school. She has such a bright future ahead of her, you think. The time passes quickly as soon it's almost 9:00.

You hear the familiar pitter-patter of raindrops beginning to fall down, and you silently curse to yourself. You did not bring an umbrella with you and now you'll have to walk down in the rain until you reach the bus stop. Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear Jieun scream out for her dad. You raise your head up and you greet Mr. Park.

He places Jieun down and tells her to get ready for bedtime. She does just that after saying goodbye to you with a warm hug that you so happily reciprocated.

"Alright," he says while reaching into his wallet and pulling out many bills. "This should do it for the night" and he gives you the money. You check the amount and your eyes bulge out a little at the amount. 150$ you count and recount again quickly, this is much more than last time. You shake your head and attempt to give him back the money.

"Mr. Park, this is way too much. I cannot accept this amount."

"Please, just take it. It honestly isn't a lot for me and I'm just happy you made Jieun smile so brightly." His tone and expression are so genuine you have no choice but to give in and accept it.

"Okay, I'll accept it this time Mr. Park. Thank you very much."

You head to put back on your shoes and prepare yourself to walk back in the rainfall. He watches you intently, with his head turned to the side as he leans on the wall. You feel as though you're being watched by an eagle, as you feel his eyes never once leaving your form. your cheeks burn slightly.

"Are your friends here to pick you up?" Mr. Park speaks up. "No, it's just me on my own this time" you answer.

"You're not walking home are you? I didn't see a car parked in the driveway when you came." He asked with concern laced in his soft spoken words.

"No. I'm just going to walk to the bus stop nearby-"

"I'll drive you there then" he cuts you off. He sees the familiar look of 'you don't have to' already on your face, the one he just saw moments ago while paying you. Before he lets you speak, he explains himself. "I just don't want you to get a cold out in the rain. I need my babysitter to be in perfect condition, you know."

Yet again, Mr. Park has made it impossible for you to refuse him. "Alright, if you insist, then I have no choice but to say yes" you say with a smile, and you see him laugh slightly at your words.

To say his car is nice, would be a great understatement. You have no knowledge of cars, but even to a novice like you, this car is down right spectacular. The nicely polished black outside with leather seats, just how rich is this man?

Mr. Park opens the door for you and ushers you in gently. He gets in quickly after, and you glance at your phone, after realizing it's been buzzing for quite a while now. You see all the missed calls from your Landlady. Panic surges through you, did you forget to pay your rent? No you remember sending out the amount just a week ago. what could it be then? Mr. Park can tell you're anxious.

"I'm sorry," you mutter. "It's something to do with my apartment, could I quickly make a call?" you ask. "Of course, be my guest," Mr. Park says, gesturing for you to dial the number.

The phone rings and she picks up quickly. "Hello?"

"Ms. L/n, there has been a minor flood in the apartment. You must come quickly and evacuate all of your belongings. We'll need to undergo repairs for about 3 days." You let her speak, and your face drops.

You face Mr. Park and judging from his expression, he's heard everything from your call.

"Were there any damages to my apartment room?"

"Luckily your floor had no damages, it was the floors under you that mainly got affected. Still you'll need to leave for a few days. Please come quick and find a place to stay until then. Goodbye."

You hang up the phone and think to yourself silently. Wondering who you could stay with. Mr. Park asking you the same question out loud. Minho and Jisung are too far away and you don't have a key to their apartment you explain to them.

"What about your uncle?" Mr. Park asks.

"I wish but, they're having renovations and there's barely any room for them in the house." you answer.

It's silent for a moment, the raindrops splattering heavily as the rainfall speeds up, a storm is starting to form outside. You think about any other people you know that you can stay with. The list is already quite short.

"Stay with me," and you turn your head to meet, a shocked expression to his lighthearted smile.

"I really can't. I don't wish to intrude like that." you shake your hands in defense.

"Unless you have anyone else to turn to, I'm your best bet Ms. L/n. You won't be intruding anyway. I'm not uncomfortable with it and I think Jieun would be delighted to have you over for 3 days." he shrugs, waiting for you to answer.

This is the third time he has persuaded you this night. No wonder he's a successful businessman, he can talk you right into doing whatever wants, and you're not opposing any of it.

Staying with him won't be too bad right? I mean he must have room in this mansion of his. Plus he is always busy and I have class so we won't interact as much right?

Your face begins to heat up at the thought of being in such close proximity to Mr. Park. Wait, why are you thinking of that right now?

You exhale and look at him as you've made your decision.

"I'll stay with you."

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a/n: hey yall! so long time no see. i'm going to continue this series after not touching it for almost 2 years. i'm sorry for the delay but even i had to know how this was going to end. i hope some of yall are interested in it still (praying actually). anyways please enjoy this part, i'll see you soon!!

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[seren1tyhaze]

poison in my mind

PAIRING: idol!jisung x afab older stylist reader

WORD COUNT: 5.8k

SUMMARY: he has been your poison for years - Jisung with his innocent looking face, steely gaze, and wicked tongue. you do your best to keep a professional relationship with him during your work as a stylist for NCT Dream but his calls of "Noona" on set continue to test your patience.

AUTHOR NOTE: A VERY belated happy birthday to Andy Park and a big thank you to SM for letting us have that Poison live performance at the end of the year. This has been half written ever since the Poison track video behind vlog went up a million years ago but fueled even more by the dance intro at MMA. His more recent lives may have also served as inspiration. I hope you all enjoy this very self indulgent fic made especially for all my friends who also love Jisung <3

WARNINGS: explicit smut, idolverse, pet names (including Noona kink I'm so sorry)

PLAYLIST: Poison by NCT Dream, Quiet Down by NCT Dream, OK! by NCT U

dreaming 'bout you, dreaming 'bout you

~~ The set is buzzing with nervous energy in the dimly lit space, dark blue light cascading over the stage area dressed with large floral arrangements that almost make it look like the ocean floor. Renjun is talking to the camera filming their behind vlog footage and you look up from the shirt you are steaming when you hear his voice. 

“Dream will try for the sexy vibe for the first time,” with a sly smirk.

You can’t help but chuckle as the makeup artist next to you elbows your side and you tut at her, waving the steamer to quiet her. It wasn’t a secret that the Poison track video was going to be beloved by fans because of the concept and the way the members were styled. You had been tasked with pulling some of the key looks for the video, taking an opportunity to incorporate different textures like the metal grommets and fringe on the leather jacket Renjun currently was wearing. You watch proudly as he stretches his arms over his head in the center of the flowers, torso muscles rippling under the sheer mesh shirt.

You hadn’t been on staff for very long, a couple years of working under the main stylist under your belt. They had been hesitant to give you bigger opportunities due to your young age and lack of experience, but your boss saw that you had a great eye. It didn’t hurt that you were always the first one to volunteer for less than desirable tasks and always arrived early to shoots and stayed late.

“Sorry, this one’s a little too small, did you have others?” comes a voice behind you and you turn to see Mark, holding out one of the large metal rings you had laid out for him in his dressing room.

“Oh sorry, yes, of course,” you reply, smiling softly at him before kneeling down to dig in your bag for the small pouch holding the extra accessories. He was always so polite to the staff, greeting everyone and even when he was clearly exhausted, doing as many takes as the director needed.

“This one might work better and it’s adjustable,” you reply, taking his hand and sliding the ring on his pointer finger. You squeeze his hand gently before he inspects the rings, holding it out in front of him.

“Noona,” comes a harsh and low voice suddenly, causing you to move your head to the side of Mark’s leather clad legs to see an annoyed looking Jisung with crossed arms, shirtless and barefoot.

“Jisung, where is your shirt?” Mark replies, half laughing as he turns to face him, scratching at the back of his neck.

Ignoring him, Jisung returns his gaze to you and glares at your crouched position on the floor in front of Mark. A curious Renjun walks up at this moment, peeling a tangerine and flicking narrowed eyes between the three of you. Mark shrugs at him before walking away, answering a message on his phone.

“You tailored the crotch of these pants wrong, it feels weird,” Jisung continues, voice even and tinged with frustration.

Your face flushes at this, dropping the pouch back in your bag and grabbing your pins, suddenly on your feet and in front of Jisung.

“How do you know it’s wrong?” you ask, knitting your brows together as you look up at him. 

He looks good and you know he knows it. Something has shifted in Jisung in the past year - especially since they returned from tour. He carries himself differently, with a different level of confidence and wears it well. Today is no different and the fact that he just barged onto set without a shirt on is evidence. His dark blue hair is styled perfectly, long strands dangling in his eyes and contrasting beautifully with his sharp jawline.

“Here, feel,” he tells you simply, pulling your hand to his crotch and you almost let yourself palm him through the tight denim until you snap back to reality and pull your arm back. His eyes hold no emotion, dark and still, long eyelashes blinking at you temptingly. His lips are soft and plump and you want nothing more than to close the distance between the two of you and taste the glossy lip mask.

And there it is, your poison, Park Jisung. When you had graduated early from your program a few years ago, you had been focused on your career and hadn’t spent much time dating. You had some people you went out on dates with every once and a while and had your fair share of waking up in a stranger’s bed after a long night out. But Jisung had caught you by surprise. Something about the way he was so forward and aggressive with you made your brain turn to mush around him. Your heartbeat would quicken, palms sweat, and filthy thoughts would swirl in your mind until you could indulge in them with your hand pressed between your thighs later that night.

A heavy sigh comes from Renjun, accompanied by a shake of his head, as he walks out a nearby door muttering something about not wanting to see Jisung’s dick.

You flush violently, grabbing at Jisung’s bicep harshly and pulling him to his dressing room, leaving the door propped open intentionally as you take the layered black tank off the hanger and hold it out to him.

“Please put the rest of your outfit on, I think they are going to be ready for you soon,” you sigh as soon as you’re alone, reaching for the box that holds the platform boots you were reusing from a shoot with Haechan a couple months prior.

You both move silently as he pulls the shirt over his head, staring at the long leather cords before lifting his head back up to you. You move behind him, reaching over his broad shoulders to pull the leather cords around his neck and then letting the ends dangle in front of his toned chest. You try to avoid brushing your hands against his bare shoulders as he steps into the boots and ignore that his ass brushes against your stomach when he bends down slightly to zip them up.

“I just don’t know about these pants, are they the right length?” he asks, tugging at the material at his thighs. His tone is whining and defiant, lighter than how he was in front of everyone, but still slightly combative. He knows you’re weak for this very tone, as he can usually get you to do whatever he wants if he just adds it into whatever he says.

You sigh and move around him, dropping to your knees at his feet, slapping his hand away from pulling at the fabric. You pull the pants leg out of his left boot, pulling lightly and examining the hemline. You’re about to correct him when you suddenly feel his hand soft on your hair.

“You look so good from this angle,” he murmurs, voice low and sultry, causing you to jerk your head up and look at him from the floor.

Your lower lip is instantly caught in your teeth, sinking into the flesh deeply as you try to control your breathing, unable to stop yourself from blinking up at him. You feel drawn into his dark eyes and his hand in your hair is almost overwhelming.

He lets out a groan, tightening his fingertips on your scalp, exhaling audibly and clenching his other hand into a fist at his side.

“What am I going to do with you,” he tuts, dropping his hand to your chin and gripping it gently.

You rise from your knees, glancing at the open door just as Jaemin bounces by, screaming at something Haechan is doing. Suddenly aware of where you are, you step forward, adjusting the cords aimlessly.

“What happened to my sweet, innocent Jisung?” you whisper, staring at the soft skin of his collarbone and wishing you could press your lips against it forever.

“Don’t act surprised. You created this monster, Noona, dressing me in all these sexy outfits. How could you think I would stay your bright eyed baby Sungie forever?” he asks back, tucking loose strands of your hair behind your ear. His words are biting, even if they do hold some truth.

Memories of him dozing off on your shoulder during long bus rides and hastily helping him into heavy jackets and necklaces during quick changes on tour come flooding in, mixed with the heavy, lustful stares you feel on you when you wear a low cut shirt or on hot summer days in Thailand when you wore thin athletic shorts in the airport.

He had kissed your lips gently a year ago after many bottles of soju and when the rest of the members were preoccupied by endless rounds of karaoke. You had stopped him then, told him that as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t. Ever since that moment, he had made every effort to get you alone when he could, using every excuse under the sun, today’s outburst nothing new. You still remember how soft his lips felt on yours and the fire under your arm as he held you close after you rejected him.

Back on set, you’re packing up your bag again when you’re called over to check something on the computer from Jeno’s scenes. You give your feedback and suddenly your eyes are drawn up to where Jisung is filming, camera close to his face, light illuminating his beautiful features perfectly.

“Dreaming ‘bout you, dreaming ‘bout you,” echoes across the large soundstage and your heart is pounding in your chest as he plays with the cords at his neck, just as you had earlier, chests pressed up against each other in the dressing room. He makes eye contact with you briefly when the take ends and you look away quickly, embarrassed.

While you had been released to go for the day, you take your time packing the rest of your stuff, helping the makeup artists clean their station and even rearranging some chairs that barely needed adjustment. You watch the way he moves confidently, take after take, adjusting the jacket so his shoulders show boldly against the dark material. His fingers brush through the cords, pulling them up to his teeth at times before dropping them, leaving plump lips open before cracking a large smile at the reaction of the staff. In between takes he shakes his dark hair, casting his gaze down to the floor until someone asks him a question. You watch as he smiles and winks at the makeup artist powdering his cheek and you feel nervous energy stir in your stomach. You can’t bear to watch much more, so you slip out when he isn’t looking in your direction.

When you finally are home, feet pushed into fluffy slippers and sipping on steaming green tea you had just prepared, you peel the sheet mask off and rub the remaining serum into your cheeks and forehead. You are flipping through a magazine your coworker had given you on set, paying attention to the tabbed pages they had flagged for inspiration when your phone buzzes on the table next to you. A message from the head stylist fills your screen as you tap into it.

Jisung left his street shoes at set, did you take them home? He said he “needs them” for tomorrow. 

You sigh and go to the shoebox by your door to find his Nike sneakers tucked neatly, laces wrapped nicely. You quickly reply to your boss, saying you don’t mind bringing them to the dorm since you know the managers had a late night meeting tonight. Running a brush through your hair, you dot some perfume on your wrists and behind your ear before grabbing your keys.

You fiddle with the edge of your oversized sweater in the elevator as you climb the floors to his dorm, feeling a nervous pit grow in your stomach. Finally outside, you knock quickly before dropping it down to hold the box with both hands.

The door swings open and Jisung is standing tall in front of you, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, hair damp. A dark zip-up hoodie covers his chest and it’s unzipped just enough that you can tell he isn’t wearing a shirt underneath. You can’t help but let your mind wander back to shirtless Jisung pulling your hand to his crotch earlier and wonder if he was just lounging in his room in the sweatpants. Or worse, just his boxers.

“Hi baby,” he slurs out, lips curving up at the edge into a mischievous smile as he props his arm up on the door, leaning down as if he might kiss you. His sweatshirt hikes up on his waist when he does this, revealing a large swath of skin.

You shove the box at him, pushing him back into the room with it, letting it drop into his hands. You fling your bag on the table near the door and step out of your shoes.

“Don’t hi baby me, Park Jisung. I know you left these there so you could see me tonight. Did it really take you multiple hours to realize you weren’t wearing the shoes you came in?” you reply with a huff, picking up a sealed water bottle on the kitchen counter and taking a long sip.

Sweat is pricking at your hairline and you are starting to regret not texting one of the assistant managers or drivers to come get the shoes instead.

Jisung chuckles and sets the shoebox on a chair, reaching out to take the water bottle from you and gulping down the rest.

“Don’t be mad, baby,” he replies, leaving heavy emphasis on the pet name, stepping closer to you and wrapping strong arms around your waist, thumbs instantly finding the hem of your sweater and travelling across your lower back.

You can’t help how your body reacts to his touch, feeling your chest meet his, nipples hardening under the knit fabric now tugged down and exposing your cleavage. Your breath catches in your throat as you try to speak, looking up at him through your eyelashes for the second time today.

“Come on, I’m catching up on our show,” he says softly, lips grazing across your cheek gently. You had been watching the same show for the past few months, texting each other during episodes here and there, and chatting about it whenever you saw each other. He had complained none of the other members would watch it with him and while you would never let him know this, you had lied and said you were also planning to watch it.

Against your better judgement, you let him guide you to his small room, where his large tv is paused on the latest episode of the space docuseries.

“Oh, I haven’t watched this one yet,” you admit, dropping down to sit at the edge of his bed.

He clicks to restart the episode and unzips the sweatshirt, moving to remove it and reveal his bare chest.

“Jisung,” you say sternly and he chuckles, zipping it back up halfway, and plopping down on the bed next to you. He pulls the hood up over his dark hair for good measure before propping himself up against the pillows he has leaned against the wall. You settle back, leaving some space between the two of you and pulling a hamster plushie into your lap to nervously fiddle with.

While your eyes had started to get heavy back at your apartment, you are now wired, your body coursing with electricity and hypersensitive to every movement from the man next to you. He reaches for his phone occasionally, letting out light chuckles at messages from Chenle and even daring to post a couple Bubble messages. You thank whatever higher power exists that your phone was still tucked in your bag at the door, so he didn’t see yours light up when he sent the message. It was a drunken guilty pleasure you had indulged in and ever since receiving the first message tailored with your name, you couldn’t stop yourself from renewing the subscription.

His legs keep brushing against yours when he readjusts his position on the bed and somehow has gotten so close that his shoulder is now brushing against yours. You try to shift away, but he only closes the distance again when you do so. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you’re having a difficult time focusing on the show.

Suddenly the screen is filled with bright colors as they depict beautiful graphics of what scientists imagine the birth of a star looks like and a gasp falls from your lips as you lean forward, eyes flickering across the screen to take in the beautiful scene.

“You’re so pretty when you nerd out over this stuff,” comes his low voice, suddenly close to your ear, hand resting in the middle of your back.

You lean back in reaction, trapping his arm between you and the pillow, turning slightly to face him.

“Coming from NASA’s number one stan, please,” you reply lightly, shoving the plushie at him playfully. You let a chuckle fall from your lips and shake your head lightly, causing your hair to cascade over your shoulders.

He grabs at it and throws it off the edge of the bed, hands suddenly tight on your hips and pulling you into his lap, possessively gripping your ass as you straddle his legs. 

Your lips drop open in surprise, both of you breathing heavy at the sudden movement. You feel your responsible self tapping your shoulder but finally decide to let the years of desire bubble to the surface and propel your lips to close the gap with his.

You move your lips across his gently, resisting the urge to push your tongue out immediately or bite down on his lower lip. He tightens his grip on you in response, pushing his crotch up to meet yours. You swear you can feel him through his pants which only makes you want him more.

He pulls away, taking your cheek in his other hand and looking between your eyes as if searching for some sort of silent answer to a silent question. You can almost see his own voice of reason forcing him to pause, if only for a moment.

“You ready to deal with the consequences of that monster you created, Noona?” he asks in a devastatingly low tone before moving his lips down to mouth at your chest, pushing the knit fabric to the side to bite at your shoulder.

A sigh falls from your lips as you let your head roll back, entire body on fire as he marks the skin at your neck, teeth sharp on your skin. You can’t help as your hands slide over the zipper of his hoodie and unzip it slowly, pushing the fabric down his shoulders to expose his toned chest. Running your hands over his hard muscles, you dig your fingernails gently, eliciting a deep groan from Jisung.

“Babyyy,” he sighs out, sliding his hand up to your throat and applying pressure there, pulling you forward to meet your lips again. The kiss is more urgent this time, tongue pressing deep into your mouth and hand gripping you tighter as he continues.

You let your hands slide down his torso, running over his abs and sliding them to his back to pull yourself closer to him. Before you can pull yourself fully flush against his chest, you are being flipped over, head falling back into the pillowy surface.

“Are you sure about this,” you ask, voice wavering despite every intention you had to form a confident question. Your eyes are flicking between his dark ones, as they had many times before, but suddenly holding so much more meaning in this intimate space.

“Are you not?” he asks back, head cocking lightly to the side, thumbs never stopping the circles they are rubbing into your hip bones.

“That’s not an answer,” you quip back, grabbing onto his hands to force him to focus. Unfortunately for you, it did the exact opposite.

You pull your eyes away from his, looking at your hands now pressed up against each other against the comforter. Your hand looks tiny next to his, his fingers could almost wrap fully around the tops of yours and that makes your mind fuzzy. You pulse your fingers, stretching them along his, feeling the length of them and how hot they are to the touch.

“Noona,” he calls, not as harsh and biting as on set, but still drawing you back to reality quickly.

His voice finally softens as he sees your watery blinking eyes, overstimulation creeping up on you before you’ve done much more than make out. He drops his thumb down the side of your face, caressing the space between your ear lobe and jaw tenderly. You want to look away, you want to push up and capture his lips in yours, you want to pull that stupid hamster plushie over your face and hide your burning cheeks.

“You know, I want it, I like,” he states, as if that is a full sentence other than in the context of the song they were filming with all day. His lips turn up in a small, shy smile at the end, showing a glimpse of that quiet boy you’ve always known and your heart settles a little in your chest. You nod rapidly a few times, sinking your nails into the palm of his hand and letting your eyes flutter shut.

His lips are on yours again quickly and that wicked hand that was just caressing your skin is now tightening around your neck again, which forces you up into an arch on the bed, pressing your lower body against his hardening cock. His tongue feels hot and wet in your mouth and you can’t help the moans that are escaping every time you have to pull back for air.

He sits up, straddling either side of your legs, tugging at your shirt and you manage to sit halfway up on your elbows, almost tearing the delicate fabric of your sweater as you rip it off, fumbling with the clasp of your bra as Jisung’s mouth is suddenly latched onto your neck, dropping heated kisses down your collarbone.

He sees you struggling and simply presses a strong thumb to the clasp, letting the cotton fabric slide off your arms and he tosses it clear across the room. This draws your attention to the door, which you realize now is cracked and you pray to every higher power that Renjun isn’t home.

“Hey, eyes on me,” comes the low voice above you again and you’re drawn back in, tuning out the distractions around you. He seems more amused than annoyed, which you have to appreciate given how long you’ve both waited for this exact moment.

Jisung makes quick work of removing his pants and boxers, reaching for a condom from his nightstand as you push down your own sweats, pausing at the thin band of your underwear. He sees you, dropping the foil packet to the bed and dips his head down, teeth dragging the elastic quickly, causing you to jump and let out a giggle.

“SUNG!” you yell weakly, trying to push his dark blue locks away as he continues to drag the dampened fabric down your legs.

He somehow manages to do it pretty easily, without getting too caught up on your knees or thighs, only struggling once he’s at your ankles and ripping them off with his hand, letting them drop to the floor with your bra.

He simply shrugs at you, a smile tugging at his mouth as he smooths those huge hands over your thighs, kneading the flesh there, eyes transfixed on your naked body. Your whole body is on fire and you silently beg for him to get on with it, even as it looks like he is about to swallow you whole.

A creeping monster your in your brain tells you you should feel more self conscious with him seeing you like this, despite both being equally exposed, realizing how many times you’ve seen him half clothed or even less. His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he reaches up, covering your breast easily with his hand, thumb teasing your nipple absently. Your breath hitches in your throat and you can’t help but hold your breath as pleasure begins to flood through your body. 

You beg your own gaze not to lower, not ready to see the size of him fully hard. You’ve unfortunately seen almost all the members’ dicks but usually in quick, embarrassed, accidental glimpses. Well, except for that one time Jaemin was literally helicopter swinging it around in the dressing room when you walked in with a tray of iced americanos. Both him and Jeno couldn’t speak to you for two weeks while Chenle continued to bring it up every chance he could, even mimicking the motion during sound check at their next stop.

You are startled at the sound of him tearing the condom wrapper, rolling it quickly on and leaning back down, face inches from yours as he cups the side of your face again. You instinctively nuzzle lightly into his hand at the contact, letting your eyes flutter shut as you draw your lips to his hand, smelling faintly of the lube from the condom. You kiss in between his thumb and forefinger lightly and before you know it, he’s slipping his thumb in between your spit covered lips, pad of his finger gently pressing against your tongue.

You gasp but drag your eyes lazily to meet his, knowing your own hunger is visible now not only in your gaze but also in the eager sucking of your lips.

He groans, taking the chance to push into you and you swear you see stars. Your eyes widen but pull his thumb further into your mouth, teeth grazing across the tip of his finger erratically as your hips buck up to pull him impossibly close.

Jisung’s eyes are fluttering shut, thumb dropping from your lips, now flushed red with teeth marks and slick with spit, sliding down to clutch your throat once again. Your own hand flies to your chest, groping at yourself, desperate for something to hold onto as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

He’s quiet, but with deep and passionate groans tumbling from his lips every once and a while. You watch as sweat begins to form at his hairline, perfect face beautiful in the dim light of his room, quiet music floating from his tv’s speakers as the episode is long forgotten and scrolling through the credits screen endlessly. Each noise that bubbles up from his chest equally soothes and paralyzes you, your own personal brand of poison seeping coldly through your veins. Your lips are perpetually hung open, mouth becoming so dry you can barely squeak out your own moans.

You feel your orgasm building suddenly after a particularly strong thrust and you swallow harshly, moving to speak to alert him. He doesn’t need any warning, reaching down to throw your leg over his shoulder and angle his lower body to perfectly hit that same spot over and over.

In seconds the poison is washing over you, lapping first at your feet like waves at the shore, nearly knocking you out as you float high above yourself, almost feeling like you’re having an out of body experience. Your chest is heaving as he slows his movements, as if he’s going to pull out. 

A confused look forms on your face, head cocking to the side as you grip his arm, shaking your head wildly. Your hair is sticking to the back of your neck and you feel too hot on his plush bedding, but that isn’t reason to stop.

“Wait…what about…” you ask, confused, knowing he hasn’t come. Your eyes flick to the door again, wondering if he’s heard something while you were swimming a galaxy of bliss post orgasm.

He smiles at you, sliding out slowly and disposing of the condom quickly. He walks back over and takes your hand, bringing you to rise on shaky legs, standing naked beside his bed as he takes both your cheeks in his hands and kisses you deeply on the lips.

“I was thinking it would be better to continue what we started on set,” he purrs against you when he finishes ravaging your swollen lips.

A mischievous look forms in your eyes and you drop your hand to his stiff cock, giving it a few experimental pumps with the mix of lube and pre cum.

“Oh yeah?” is all you can reply, sinking slowly to your knees, still managing to tease him at this moment. You drop your hands to let them rest at your thighs, pressed together in an attempt to cool the burning heat still there.

He hisses out as soon as he can see you below him, bicep flexing as he runs his hand through his hair, shaking his head in feigned annoyance. His lids are heavy and all you can see are the whites of his eyes as they roll up in ecstasy.

You run your hands up your body, fingering the side of your neck and then tangling your fingers in your own hair seductively, never looking away from the man standing above you.

“Show me how good you can be for me, Noona,” he grunts out suddenly, gripping your chin way tighter than he had in the dressing room earlier. You grit your teeth but try to keep your face even as he tilts your head lightly, as if studying your face.

You gulp audibly and take him in your hands, finally faced with what you already knew was going to be stretching your cheeks as you were definitely going to struggle fitting him in your small mouth.

You tongue at his slit teasing it gently before sucking at the tip, letting it rest in your open mouth, eyes flicked up at him menacingly. You can tell from the look in Jisung’s eyes that he is dying to ram his cock down your throat but is trying so hard to let you set the pace.

Without any warning, you're sliding him further and further into your mouth, hands massaging his smooth calves to ground you. He’s getting louder now and one of his hands is playing in your hair, every once and a while gripping it tighter.

It only takes a few gentle thrusts till his voice becomes more strained and he’s tapping you on the head as a poor attempt of warning you he’s close. You resolve to let him spill into your mouth, but as soon as he comes the sudden movement causes most of the mess to land on your cheek and shoulder.

His loud exclamation of his pet name for you still ringing in the air, his hand loosens in your hair and you’re on your feet, hands settling on his broad chest, a hazy look of satisfaction on your face.

He seems mesmerised by you covered in his cum and draws a thumb up to that same spot between your ear and jaw, sliding it down and through the mess he made on your face. It’s as if everything’s moving in slow motion as your bottom lip drops open without a word and he slides his thumb into welcoming lips. You taste him, all of him, as he watches you suckle on the digit and blush form on your cheeks under the shine of your skin.

“Fucking filthy baby,” he whispers out, yanking you towards him as he sits on the edge of his bed and lifts you into his lap. 

You can feel him harden under you and feel yourself warm up as his cock brushes against your core. You grind down on his lap which is met by him only gripping your waist tighter and landing a light smack on your ass. You grin at this and lean forward to kiss him, pushing your tongue greedily into his mouth.

“Already wanting more?” he asks with a mild mocking tone when you pull back, breathless and red in the face. He’s fully groping your ass at this point, massaging your cheeks with his fingers and pressing his palms into the thick flesh there.

You nod aggressively as you grind down on his cock again, spreading your thighs a bit more for better leverage. You want nothing more than for him to slide his bare cock into you right here and let you ride him through multiple orgasms, your tits bouncing right at eye level as he groans into your mouth through open mouthed kisses.

He merely laughs, pulling you out of your fantasy and reaches awkwardly for another condom, hand firmly keeping you in place.

“As much as I want what you want right now baby, let’s make sure there’s no-“ he starts out, rolling the condom on with shaky hands.

“SUNG, PLEASE!” you yell, clasping a hand over his mouth in embarrassment.

Even in the midst of it all, all the lustful years leading up to this moment, all the hidden glances and late night drunken thoughts, he is still your poison. Something that worms its way into your mind, into your heart. Normally, you wouldn’t even imagine being this close to someone without protection but somehow, Jisung does something to you that makes you want to be reckless. You want to be reckless with your heart, let it be swallowed whole by him. You want to throw your body on him, let him tear you down and degrade you and use you. You want to give him everything and every bit of love you can offer. You think you can see the two of you growing old together, sitting quietly in a park watching your grandchildren play together in the distance.

But you see, that’s the problem with poison. It gets in your veins, in your lungs, in your heart and slowly sweeps and finally, finally tears you down. You float high above yourself again, seeing stars as Jisung releases into the condom and his head falls against your chest. You are both quiet and unsure of what comes next. The poison of this night will wear off soon and reality will set in, leaving you only the memories of this night to return to in your dreams.

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[jina1028]

Smoothie

Haechan x fem!reader

Categories: smut, recreational use of alcohol, sex in public, car sex, fwb, blowjob, tell me if I missed something

A.N. I feel like this is kinda short compared to my other works but I still hope you have fun reading <3

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You were at a club with your friends and currently seated around a table sipping your drinks and talking nonsense. As most of the times you and your friends got a bit drunk, the subject of your conversation was drifting towards nsfw territory. Your innocent question about favorite cocktails turned into a discussion about blowjobs.

"Tonight I chose piña colada because you know what they say about pineapple" Haechan winked at you, making you roll your eyes, but bringing a not well concealed smile on your face nonetheless.

A chorus of groans, giggles and bickering was interrupted by Jisung, a confused expression on his face "What do they say about pineapple?", the youngest soon regretting asking the question when Chenle answered in a loud voice "You're so clueless, everyone knows it makes your cum taste better!", a pair of girls passing by turned their heads towards the two boys as they heard the exchange, Jisung blushing hard and diverting his eyes from them as he tried to silence his friend, Chenle bursting out laughing at the scene.

"You know" Haechan picked up the conversation again "mine tastes like smoothie" and he sipped his drink while staring at you.

"No one believes you" Renjun stated, Jeno nodding beside him.

"How do you even know, did you taste it yourself?" Mark argued, Jaemin almost snorting his drink out from his nose, you almost choking on your own drink.

Haechan acted offended, frowning and getting louder as he spoke "Anyone wanna try it? I dare you!"

He earned a mix of disgusted faces and 'eww's from the table until Jaemin commented "Y/N doesn't seem too much against it" a playful look in his eyes.

Everyone turned to you, who stayed silent sipping from your straw. You didn't know if it was the alcohol, Haechan's amused gaze on you or the crush you had on him from two years ago, or maybe everything together, but eventually you put your drink down on the table, stared back at Heachan, shrugged and replied "Maybe I wanna try so I can judge by myself."

Howls and whistles erupted from your friends, Haechan though was strangely quiet, just a sly smirk on his face while the two of you maintained eye contact for a few seconds before he turned his attention to the rest of your friends "Enough, clearly Y/N drank a bit too much, now you guys should go and have fun dancing and picking up some girls while I take her home so she can rest and sober up-"

"I'm not that drunk" you protested, interrupting him.

"Y/N, come on, I'm trying to come up with an excuse here" he sighed dramatically, getting up from his chair, coming to you and grabbing your hand, starting to drag you out from the club while waving goodbye to your friends "Jeno, Jaemin, you should take a taxi later to get back home, I'm gonna be busy."

Everyone was flabbergasted at the sudden turn of events, just like you as well, starting to laugh as soon as you realized what was happening and letting Haechan escort you to his car.

"Haechan, wait, I thought you were joking... Are we really leaving?" you questioned, still hoping this wouldn't turn out to be one of his silly jokes.

He turned around to you while opening the driver's door "Y/N I'm so serious right now, unless you wanna go back inside and tell them it was a joke."

You looked him in the eyes and opened the front passenger's door "Get inside the car."

And he obeyed, inserting the key to start the engine as soon as you closed the doors. You stopped him though, worried about the risks of driving after drinking and making him pout "You have a point but I really wanted to go to your place or somewhere private"

You looked around the dark parking lot "We're in a corner, it's dark, there's no one around, everyone is inside having fun..."

Haechan struggled to stay focused as you stroked his thigh, inching up more and more until you managed to unzip his jeans and tuck your hand inside to slowly and steadily stroke at his half hard member through his boxers, bringing more blood to it as it swelled up under the pressure of your tantalizing hand.

"There's other cars around here, what if someone comes too close..." he started to argue, trying to convince himself more than you, but eventually sighing deeply at your ministrations, his eyelids fluttering closed.

"It will just look like you're sleeping, no one will notice" you reassured him, removing your hand from his boxers just to push them down enough to free his now erect member, resuming your strokes and inching closer with your face.

His lips slightly parted as he let out a soft moan, hand finding your hair as you finally reached out your tongue to tease the underside of his tip. He tried to push a little to stop your teasing, impatience getting the best of him but you warned him grazing the tip with your teeth, earning a hiss from him, his pleading eyes now set on yours and swifting to your mouth, so close to his member but still not giving him what he really wanted.

Haechan felt so desperate, it just slipped out of his mouth before he could realize "Please... Take it, please..."

Your pussy pulsed and you felt your folds getting wetter with your arousal "I'll make you feel good" you purred and with your tongue flat on the underside of his cock you finally closed your lips around the tip and hollowed your cheeks, giving it a nice suck, Haechan instinctively fisting your hair to ground himself at the sensation.

You started to bob your head on his cock, occasionally hollowing your cheeks, sucking and swirling your tongue on the tip, dipping it in the slit collecting his precum. You had to admit it tasted good and doubled your efforts to make him cum faster so you could taste his seed.

Hachan felt dizzy, he couldn't decide if he wanted to savor the moment with his eyes closed or if he wanted to stay focused watching the way your mouth and hand worked on him.

He tasted so good and was responding so well, moaning and hissing every time you sucked on the tip and twisted your hand on his slick base, you couldn't help but get cock drunk, moaning around his cock and feeling your wetness seep through your panties.

Haechan realized he was getting too loud so he clamped his free hand on his mouth to try and keep it quiet, his other hand still tangled in your hair, pulling a little as he started get closer to the edge, calling your name in quiet whispers to try and warn you.

You heard him but didn't care, and instead brought your free hand to fondle his balls encouraging him to let it go, sucking greedily on his head and pumping the lenghth with your other hand.

That's when you felt the grip on your hair tightening, his breath hitching and finally letting go with a low moan, his cock twitching in your mouth as it spilled his thick seed on your tongue, a curse leaving his lips when he realized what he just did.

You kept softly sucking on his cock until he had nothing left to give you and you let it out of your mouth, a string of saliva breaking in the process.

Haechan watched you closely as you finally swallowed his cum with a gulp and smiled at him, teasing him repeating his own statement from earlier "It really tastes like smoothie."

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↳ seeing brother’s bestfriend!jisung after 3 years

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Your horny friends try to pull a little prank on you in the days leading up to Christmas. One thing Park Jisung likes to remind them is: he totally doesn’t want any part in it. Except, he totally does.

˚✧₊⁎LEE HAECHAN

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somnophilia

　 　　　　　　˚✧₊⁎NA JAEMIN

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toxic bf!jaemin

[jwirecs]

Recommended BTS Fics of February - March 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of february - march! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Give Yourself A Try || @miscelunaaa​​ 🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ You’ve got an enormous crush on Yoongi, the machine tech, and, if Jimin is to be believed, the feeling is mutual. A broken espresso machine and a snow storm are all it takes to bring everything crashing down around you.

Pure Affection || @yooniful​💕✅💯

↳ jungkook falls in love with the most innocent person he’s ever met

The Airdrop Incident || @yoon-kooks​​​💕✅

↳ You accidentally AirDrop a racy photo of yourself in strappy lingerie to your hot and arrogant neighbor Min Yoongi.

Our Not So Secret Secret || @thvhoe​​​🔞💕✅💯

↳ When someone learns that Jungkook has been secretly keeping a puppy in his room despite not being allowed to, he turns to ask the only other person who knows about his secret for help. And suddenly you two—who had long been bitter enemies—get very close.

Spellbound || @yoonivy​​​🔞💕💔✅

↳ The only reason you agreed to do this magical ritual with Park Jimin’s Circle was for the sake of your own Circle - to strengthen your individual magic. Yes, that means you’ll have to fuck him, but no, you weren’t happy about it because you hate Park Jimin. Once again, you were only doing this for your Circle.

Care For You || @archivedkookie​​​💕✅

↳ Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.

Cherry Lips || @guqwrvte​​​💕✅

↳ you start using a new lip balm and jimin loves the taste.

Happiness Looks Good On You || @peachywritess​​​💕✅

↳ (the title says it all.)

In Which.... || @onlyswan​​​​💕🔄💯💯💯💯

↳ (no summary, but if you want to feel soft and fluffy inside, this you should read their collection!)

Plan A Trois Gone Wrong || @peachypinkygloss​​🔞💕💔✅

↳ Jealousy is a bad flaw, Jungkook knows it, but was this threesome really a good idea?

Starboy || @thvhoe​​​ 🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ Jisung still has feelings for you, even though he'll never admit it. So when he starts dating someone who looks way too much like you, and then shows up unannounced on the same day that Jungkook does, well, let's just say Jungkook is done playing games.

Sweet Promise || @7deadlysinsfics​​​​ 🔞💕✅

↳ hoseok is a romantic. he adores all the cheesy, cringey things about love, especially valentine’s day. there’s one problem, though: you hate all the cheesy, cringey things about love, including valentine’s day. but you do love your boyfriend, and for him, you’re willing to put aside your aversion for the holiday, especially when he promises you something you’ve been dying to try with him

Enemy || @bonny-kookoo​​​​​💕💔🔄

↳ The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Or alternatively: Jungkook has no idea what to do with you.

Lavender Lemonade || @euphoricfilter​​​​​​💕✅

↳ you love spring and namjoon loves you.

Put Your Records On || @mysingularitybts​​ 🔞💕💔🔄💯

↳ (there wasnt a summary, but i do suggest you give this one a read!)

Secret Story Of The Swan || @purpleyoonn​​​💕✅

↳ You were staring into the stream, contemplating life when someone decided to take matters into their own hands.

Sugar & Spice || @bonny-kookoo​​​💕🔄 (not too sure on the genre quite yet)

↳ In which Jungkook really wants people to love you just as much as he does - or maybe not.

The Life Of A Tyrant || @euphoricfilter​​​💕✅

↳ it’s hard to hide you from the world when you’re on the run.

Enchanted || @purpleyoonn​​🔞💕💔🔄

↳ The realm under King Min’s rule had been under war for over. thirty years, a war within the inhuman species with origins no one knows. Your presence was brought into awareness when found by the king under the rubble of your home. You are plunged into a world you had only ever seen from the outside, and don’t know how long you can last.

Fight or Flight || @thvhoe​​🔞💕💔✅

↳ You want to disappear and sink into the ground—we're talking code red. As a result of the horrible events of accidentally sending your nudes to your best friend's brother, your life appears to change drastically. Beautiful, arrogant, and quickly developing into a star fighter—many factors should prevent you from falling for Jeon Jungkook. For years, you've kept your feelings for him a secret. Yet, ever since he has seen you in your underwear, it can become difficult to conceal your emotions when you see him practically daily.

Fxck A Fxckboy! || @yoongifis​​🔞✅

↳ where you sort of hooked up with one of the school’s biggest fuckboys but end up leaving him hanging and never contacting him because…well…why not? somehow the universe brought you two together and now you’re left with dealing with him because he apparently caught feelings for you.

Groupie || @joonsy2k​​🔞💕✅

↳ Your best friend Jimin invites you to see his band, painted duck, perform at your local bar. You didn't expect to end up backstage with the bands lead bassist.

Ivory Paws || @yminie​​​​🔞💕💔✅

↳ Winter time brings Christmas, and the snow outside brought you a stray cat. But your little companion is far more unique than meets the eye, and in a time of need, he becomes the biggest surprise and best holiday gift of them all.

Regroup || @drvmekoo​​​🔞💕💔🔄💯

↳ Living with a roommate isn’t always smooth sailing. Whether it’s being plagued by a history of conflict, having met under bizarre circumstances or simply falling in love with the one person you know you shouldn’t be falling for. Are you ready to put pen to paper and sign away on that room for rent? After all, “the fate that brings people together is not a cord so easily cut”

Room For Rent (Bangtan Collab) || @m-yg93​​​🔞💕💔🔄💯💯💯💯

↳ Living with a roommate isn’t always smooth sailing. Whether it’s being plagued by a history of conflict, having met under bizarre circumstances or simply falling in love with the one person you know you shouldn’t be falling for. Are you ready to put pen to paper and sign away on that room for rent? After all, “the fate that brings people together is not a cord so easily cut”

Summer Nights and Morning Dew || @jeonstudios​​​​💕💔✅💯

↳ “Look, I don’t care. You can’t trust people, and we need to protect what’s ours, okay? So do us all a favor and take off those rose-colored glasses.”

Wicked As They Come || @caelesjjk​​ 🔞✅

↳ you’ve been undercover at one of Min Yoongi’s many hotels in the city for the past week. you’re there because of the rumors that have been spreading regarding his vampire employees feeding off of his human guests. what you don’t expect to happen is Min Yoongi discovering your true intentions in his hotel and offering you a very interesting ultimatum: pretend to date the vampire CEO to help appeal to his human guests, or quickly find out just what kind of monster he can really be.

A Place For Us || @raplinesmoon​​​💕💔✅

↳ It’s always on the most momentous occasions that things fall apart - but with some luck, love is always enough to bring people back together.

Father and Son || @serendipitous-seven​​​💕✅

↳ moments with yoongi and his son while they enjoy a trip together

Vegas || @chimivx​​​​💕✅💯

↳ Dating Yoongi as an Idol used to be easy, and effortless, like pouring you two a glass of wine after one of his shows... However, after the birth of your surprise baby girl, those effortless days have gotten a little harder, you being unable to travel with your daughter. After one lucky doctor's appointment though, things seem to shape up...

Baby (You Complete Us) || @purpleyoonn​​​​🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing. (sorry theres going to be a whole lotta fics from this author. and the reason is....i just fcking love their writings)

Doughnuts and Shell Casings || @purpleyoonn​​​🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ you finally gather the courage to leave your routine and do something different. your expectations are blown out of the water as you meet your soulmates in a less-than-expected way.

Iridescent Love || @imnotlauriane​​​🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ From a fated meeting to a life filled with wonders, the path of discovery is much, much harder than what I had prepared myself for. Especially when my identity, the only one I knew of ends up being a total lie

Lies || @i-am-baechu​​​💕💔✅💯💯

↳ Being friends with a famous boy group is laughable but here is L/N Y/N, best friends with Bts. Years of friendship and trust but all of sudden they start acting differently and it makes her question everything

Sleeping Temptation || @yminie​​​​🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ From a fated meeting to a life filled with wonders, the path of discovery is much, much harder than what I had prepared myself for. Especially when my identity, the only one I knew of ends up being a total lie

The Little Things || @xddaengx​​​​​💕✅

↳ You've never been more glade to have seven men by your side to help with your recovery. Even when times get tough you know they have your back.

I Hate You, Will You Marry Me? || @bangtansmaus​​​💕💔✅💯

↳ you are just living your life. finally graduated college, living with your best friend, working your dream job as a choreographer. that is until you a get a text from someone you never thought you’d hear from again asking for a favor. he knows your secret and uses it as blackmail to get you to help him.

Nonsense || @muniimyg​​🔞💕💔✅

↳ jimin and oc know each others secrets. they’re virgins and make a deal to lose it to one another. after that, they keep hooking up and everyone can’t believe their eyes when they catch glimpses of the two getting along

Your Universe || @muniimyg​​​🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ regretting rejecting oc, min yoongi goes through a circus load of gestures and tasks in attempt to be loved again

How Long Will We Fall || @jiminrings​​ 💕💔✅💯

↳ if it’s fate, it should already be set onto your skin — that’s why jungkook’s initials are already on your finger. he’s always there for you, but not only for you. if you’re his fate, he’d rather not have it. alternatively, jungkook’s your soulmate, but he doesn’t want to be.

My Home || @purpleyoonn​​​💕💔✅💯💯

↳ It was close to winter, and your medicine was nearly complete for you to use. But when it came to, you helped another whose wounds were life threatening. Now, random items kept showing up on your porch, with each item bringing you closer to the creature you healed. And when he returned, he saved you. Now, with him, you felt like you were home.

Yoongi’s Lullaby || @jiminrings​​💕💔✅💯💯

↳ there’s two things you can conclude from yoongi’s shapeshifting service: a) it’s great for his wallet, and b) it’s crushing for your heart. alternatively, yoongi’s your best friend and soulmate, and you have to watch him fall in love over and over again.

Captivity || @jimilter​​​ 🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Maybe you shouldn’t be so attracted to one of your kidnappers and maybe you shouldn’t give in to his advances – but Park Jimin is way too irresistibly sexy and persistent in his pursuit of you for his own good.

Goodbye To Hello || @vminity21​​​🔞💕💔✅

↳ After a devastating break up, you immediately move in with your sister, leaving behind the country life to relearn the ups and downs of the city. Adopting a cat and gaining a new job at a retail store part time, life seems to gradually bring happiness and healing, but you did not expect for it to become even more interesting when you stumble upon the enticing yet alluring tattoo artist, Jeon Jeongguk. Will this be an adventure of a lifetime? Or will hello always lead to goodbye?

Off-Screen || @thvhoe​​​​🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Being a woman in the gaming industry is challenging, especially when all eyes are on you. What happens, though, when your biggest rival finds out that the well-known streamer who consistently wins games is not who people believe they are? Or You've spent your entire life pretending to be a guy online, so when one of the biggest steamers finds out, things get even more tricky.

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[written-in-flowers]

Lovesick: Chan x Male!Reader Pt. 4

Pairing: Bang Chan x Male!Reader | Side pairings: Minho x Chan, Minho x Male!Reader (unrequited)

Word Count: 7k

Genre: Horror, Angst, Smut | AU: Yandere!au, Videogame!AU, Highschool!AU

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary: After being sucked into the dating simulator "Lovesick", Park YN has to defeat five rivals to reach his goal. However, he soon learns his rivals aren't the only thing he must contend with for Chan's love.

Tags: Graphic depictions of violence, Main Character Death, dark fic, dead dove: do not eat, yandere behaviors, yandere!reader, stalking, murder/violence, blood and violence, toxic relationships, mentions of murder, unrequited love, mentions of domestic violence, school massacre/genocide, implied teacher/student relationship, homophobic parents, mentions of bullying/trauma, obsession, possessiveness, manipulation, high school setting, anal sex, anal fingering, edging, eventual smut, pool sex, locker room sex, blowjobs, choking.

A/N: PLEASE READ TAGS BEFORE READING! I'm not responsible for any feelings you end up having because you ignored this warning and the ones above.

Han Jisung: Tuesday < | > Seo Changbin: Monday

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You arrived at school before either Jisung or Chan reached their lockers. Despite your growing desire to stalk Chan, you followed Jisung instead. You noticed the gift box he carried throughout the school, and wondered what was actually inside. No doubt it will be a new manga or an anime-related item. You briefly thought of what gift you'd give Chan, but instantly shut it down. That’s not who you are. Chan is a game character; you can’t take him home when you win the game. 

‘Ah, but how nice it’d be to keep him.’

You pushed that out of your head and kept walking. You followed Jisung up the stairs to the second floor, and waited for him to enter his classroom. As you stood by the drinking fountain watching the door, someone came up behind you. 

“Ah, Minho-hyung!” you jumped back into the wall, seeing the older boy standing there with a small grin. “You scared me!”

“I’m sorry, YN-ssi,” he frowned, “I didn’t mean to. You seemed deep in thought and I didn’t want to bother you. You’re on the sophomore floor again.”

You’d throttle him if you could. Lee Minho was becoming a pest that you couldn’t flick off. “Um, yeah, I stopped for some water,” you gestured to the fountain. “I was heading up to the library to study some before class.” 

“Wow, such a diligent student,” he grinned. “Most kids go back outside or mess around in the classroom.” 

“I guess so…yeah.”

Minho gazed around the hallway then shortened the space between you. In a whisper, he said, “Look, YN, I’m not going to turn you in or anything, but I wanted to warn you: getting involved with Hwang Hyunjin is a bad idea.”

You froze and examined Minho’s face. He saw the seriousness in the narrow, dark brown eyes, mixing with a tinge of concern. “I don’t know what you mean,” you replied innocently. 

“I was throwing away some trash from the student council room when I saw you talking to Hyunjin in the art room,” he began. “I saw you…purchasing…some stuff from him, and I wanted to warn you that you shouldn’t do it again. What if a teacher caught you with that stuff? You could get in serious trouble and get kicked out of school.”

“What I do in my free time isn’t your business, Minho-hyung.”

“I know it’s not, but I…I don’t want you to get kicked out over something stupid.”

“Why would you care if they kicked me out?”

“Because…” Minho hesitated, swallowing a lump in his throat. You saw him give your face a once over before saying, “Because, the school is known for having high academic achievements. A lot of the students here come from prominent families who want their children to receive the best education. I think having someone like you here makes this place look better. You have really high marks, good examination scores, and you’re part of the school’s swim team. I’d hate to see all that potential go to waste because you decided to start interacting with somebody like him.” 

“I appreciate your concern,” you said, “But, I have my reasons for meeting Hyunjin. We’re not friends or anything. I just needed some stuff from him.” 

“I see…” he nodded. “Still, Hyunjin runs with a bad crowd, and it’d be a shame if you got mixed up in it.” He changed topics and said, “I was actually heading to the library too. The student council is starting a campaign for school safety. The council and I feel it's important we make people aware of safety tips they can use when they’re alone. I was going to start designing the pamphlets to hand out. Maybe you can help me with them; I hear you’re very creative.” 

How could he have heard that? You haven't talked to anyone besides Chan. “No thanks, Hyung. That sounds admirable and everything, but I gotta go do something before the library and I might miss it if I keep dawdling. I’ll see you around.”

 “But, YN-”

You slipped away before he could say anything else. Who did Minho think he was butting into your business like that? He had some nerve thinking you should take his advice. You managed to make it to Jisung’s classroom, and your heart dropped. Jisung’s bag was hanging from his desk hook, but the gift box he’d brought with him was gone. You frantically gazed around the room to see if Jisung left it somewhere else, but it was pointless. Quickly, you went back down the corridor to the staircase. If you were lucky, you might catch Jisung before he gave the gift to Chan. They’d most likely meet in the school garden. You felt your phone buzzing, and you hastily pulled it out.

“Lee Minho seems to really like you.” 

“Whatever. I don’t care about him.” 

“You should reconsider Chan, to be honest.” 

“What?! No way! Then I’d be stuck here!”

“But, isn’t Minho the more obvious choice here? He’s handsome, intelligent, successful, ambitious, and strong. People really look up to him, and being seen with him would raise your reputation A LOT.” 

“My reputation is fine, thanks.”

“His family is extremely rich too. His mother is a politician. His dad owns the largest chain of department stores in the world. He could make you happy, give you the world on a platter. You would want nothing with him on your arm.” 

You stared at the screen. “I don’t want Minho. I want Chan.”

“Okay, yeah, but does Chan want you?” 

“He does! That’s what I rebuilt this whole game for! I rebuilt it so that I could get closer to him and make him love me!” 

The confusion fueled your desperation. Without saying anything else, you put the phone back in your pocket and continued onwards. The phone continued vibrating against your leg. Bott’s dumb advice could wait. You walked through the school until you reached the outside, which was still packed with students heading to their destinations. You’d reached the school garden entrance when you gasped. 

“Here, Chan,” Jisung and Chan stood by the shed again. He held out the white and red gift box, and said, “I got you something. I felt awful about yesterday and the day before, and I hope this makes it up to you somehow.” 

“Jisung-ah,” Chan smiled fondly, “You didn’t have to get me a gift.”

“I wanted to,” he said, a light blush on his cheeks. “You’re…you’re very special to me. I look up to you a lot, and I’d hate it if you thought less of me.”

You prayed that Chan wouldn’t open the gift. You prayed that somehow, someway, he’d save it for later and give you time to replace it with your own. Unfortunately, the cards weren’t in your favor. Chan untied the bow and opened the box. He pulled out a new copy of Eternal Light, which made Chan’s face light up. 

“Wow! Jisung!” Chan nearly laughed, “This is the newest one! How’d you get it? It isn’t supposed to be out yet here for a few months.”

“My dad had sent it to me,” he smiled. “He’s in Osaka right now, and he saw it in one of the anime shops. He thought I’d like to have it. I read it all in one night, and I thought you’d like to keep this one. It's a special edition too! The creator signed the inside!” 

“Jisung-ah, I couldn’t keep this. It’s yours.”

“No, no, it’s okay!” Jisung insisted. “I preordered mine ages ago, so I’ll have my own. I wanted you to have this one.”

“This is…this is really wonderful, Jisung. I really love it. Thank you.”

You bit down on his lip so hard, you nearly drew blood. Everything you’d done yesterday had been for nothing. You wanted to kick something. You wanted to scream. You’d failed to stop one of the interactions. Your odds of ruining their friendship dropped a few points. Rage burned through every vein in your body, scorching the delight to make way for the anger, and the world turned gray and red again. 

“Doesn't killing him sound better now?” Bott’s newest message came. “You lost a chance at sabotage. It'll be hard to make up for that now. Like I said, the second floor is usually empty after school. There's a supply closet with some things you could use. Ooh! There's this cool knife in the Occult club you can use or this big wand thing in Drama. They make great weapons.”

“I'm going to have to do something else. Murder would be too suspicious right now.”

“Where's the fun in that? That's one of the best parts!”

“Maybe I can gossip about Jisung? You know, lower his reputation so he leaves school. If I start now, then it should work by the end of the week.”

“Or you can just KILL THE FUCKER!”

Your heart started pounding in your ears, making it hard to keep your breath steady. You stayed by the entrance as both Jisung and Chan left together, trying to control the anger burning inside you. You observed Chan’s form as he walked away. You wanted him so badly. You wanted every part of him. Nobody would love him the way you would; nobody cared about him like you did. Had you not proved that much with all the trouble you went through for him? 

“Killing these rivals literally makes your life so much easier. It's fun. Not all this sneaking around stuff.”

Wait, no. You are doing this to get home. You had no interest in really staying with Chan. But, you’d bring him along home if you could. Then, you could have him all to yourself. 

“Take advantage of your rage mode, and find Jisung! A little bit of murder doesn't hurt anyone.”

Needing to control your “rage mode”, you stormed up to the boy’s bathroom where solitude lived in the tiled room. Hints of cleaning chemicals and fluids reached your nose as you bent over the sink. You tried splashing water on your face to remove the vision, but it didn’t seem to work. It only grew darker thinking of Chan in Jisung’s arms. You pictured a successful confession that led to the pair becoming a couple, and you receiving a ‘game over’. Then, you’d die. You thought of Chan being kissed and touched by Jisung; them going on dates, going on trips and enjoying life together. That should be you. That was going to be you. You slammed your hands on the sides of the sink as you thought of the couple somewhere else right now. What if all his new coding caused Jisung to reveal his feelings earlier? They could all think for themselves now after all. It was possible. 

You screamed through gritted teeth and smacked the hard porcelain again. You couldn’t let that happen. You just couldn’t. You cursed yourself for having messed with the game’s design in the first place. Pride and ambition put you on this path, and now you have to redo everything over again. You took out your phone. 

“Hello?” 

You gasped at the high voice of Han Jisung from the bathroom’s entrance. You spun around to see him walk in with concern on his face. “Are you okay?” he asked, seeing your wet, red face. “You look sick. You should go see the nurse.”

“And you should stop seeing Chan!” you retorted. 

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I see how you look at him! I see the way you’re always going after him! Leave him alone, he’s not yours!”

“Look, I don't know what's going on with you, but you should probably go to the infirmary and lie down. It’s not good to let stress get to your head like that.”

“You better not confess your feelings before Friday,” you said through gritted teeth, death in your gaze. “Or I’ll kill you. I swear to god! I’ll fucking kill you!”

“You shouldn’t say things like that to people,” Jisung frowned. “That’s a serious threat to make. I could report you for that, but…I can see you’re very upset right now, so I’m not going to take it seriously.” He moved carefully towards you, “Now, as for Chan, he’s my friend. Yeah, I have a crush on him and I want to tell him how I feel, but you’re nobody to be telling me what I can and can’t do. I like him, and I’m going to tell him.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.” 

Too deep in your anger, you had not noticed the change in personality. Jisung was normally soft-spoken and shy. But, here he was standing his ground and almost provoking you. It was a trick. It was a damned dirty trick. 

“Chan probably doesn’t even like you,” Jisung spat, “You’re the weird new kid who follows him around. You think I don’t see you constantly stalking him whenever he leaves the garden? Or how you leer at him during lunch times? I know it was you who stole the book from my bag. I know it was you who poisoned his lunch. I’m not gonna let you keep sabotaging my friendship with Chan because you’re a creepy little shit.”

“I’m not creepy…and Chan does like me! He will like me!” the words ripped through your throat and out of your mouth like venom. You grabbed the sink with trembling hands, trying to steady yourself.

“Psh, as if. Why would he want you when he could have someone who actually cares about him?”

“Because he won’t have a fucking choice!” 

In a howl of fury, you launched forward and tackled Jisung to the ground. Straddling the skinny boy, you grabbed both sides of his head and slammed  it into the hard floor. Too dazed from the first hit, Jisung didn’t have time to try pushing you off or fighting back. Your screams filled the small room. You could feel the tips of your fingers hitting the floor at the same time as Jisung’s head, blood starting to soak through the dark curls and onto the skin. You finally stopped when you heard the final crack, and saw Jisung’s head split like an egg. Blood poured out onto the floor, and pink brain matter showed beneath the split bone. You heard nothing except the loud pumping of your heart. You stayed kneeling on top of Jisung as you took in the boy’s lifeless expression. Pure wrath powered through you, your fists curling as they shook. You couldn’t stop it. Simply seeing his pretty face underneath you, bloody and lifeless, only made you angrier. 

Maybe killing was the fastest way to get home. 

“YN?” 

Through the pulsating grayness, you saw Minho standing at the door. You should scramble from the body. You should come up with a lie that Jisung attacked you; that this was self-defense and you weren’t at fault. However, all Minho did was calmly lock the bathroom door. 

“I guess that’s a wrap for Han Jisung,” he sighed, hands in his pockets. “This won’t be hard to clean up.” 

“Wha-what?”

“Jisung is the sabotage route,” he said, “But I told you murder is a better option.” 

“But-B-But…”

“Don’t worry about the students,” he dismissed, “I sped up time so everyone is in class right now. I normally stick to the phone, but when you freaking ditched me, I might have amped him up a bit. I knew you might crack but, shit, dude…You did a number on him,” he said with a soft laugh. 

His voice wasn’t scolding or angry. It was soft. Soothing. 

“I’ll admit though,” he continued, not concerned by your shocked expression, “Watching you sneak around school and come up with ways to sabotage your rival was getting intriguing. But, when you spurned me today…I guess I got carried away with the coding.” He looked down at Jisung with you, “You know, I never get tired of seeing them killed? I know that sounds weird, but you’d be surprised at the creative ways people think of murdering their rivals. One guy tried setting him on fire once,” he snorted a laugh. “Another player beheaded him. I made so many interesting, unique ways of getting through the levels, and you chose the sabotage route. I used to call it the pacifist route since it doesn’t involve murdering or kidnapping anyone, but you’ve made it quite interesting. Like, that thing with distracting the nurse! Most people waited until she went into the next room. I really like your thoroughness.” 

“What are you talking about? What’s going on?”

Minho pulled out a smartphone from his pocket, started texting and waited. The pink phone vibrated loudly. You fished quickly to pull it out and read Bott’s next message. 

“Hey, dumbass. Did you really think I wasn’t in the game with you?” 

The older boy laughed at your dumbfounded expression. “You’re…Bott?”

“Yup,” he nodded. “I'm the developer’s self insert character. I am Bott, your know it all guide to Lovesick. I usually just drop suggestions and hints on what to do, but you made me curious. I didn’t think you’d explode like this though,” he chuckled. “Jesus, you obliterated him.” 

“I…I don’t know what’s happened to me,” you admitted, looking at the blood drying on your fingers. “I don’t know what came over me. It’s like all the pent up frustration at this game lashed out.”

“That and not having Chan, right?” 

“I couldn’t stop myself. It’s like my anger has this tight grip on me, and makes me do it. When Jisung started saying that Chan would never love me, I lost it.”

“I don’t blame you,” he said. “It was the same for me when I lost Chan.”

“When you lost Chan?”

“The real Chan,” he elaborated. “In the real world, he’d been a guy that I knew from school. I had a super big crush on him, but was too scared to say anything,” he said. “I thought I could make an exact replica of him. He’d be in my image and he’d love nobody but me. I figured if I couldn’t have Chan in the real world, I could have him in a fantasy one. I created Lovesick as sort of an rpg horror game where you had to kill other people who wanted your crush. Chan was my muse, my inspiration, my whole world. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to kill anyone who got in my way.” 

“Did you?”

“Obviously not.” He then said, “Things only got worse when I finally plucked up the courage to tell Chan about my feelings.”

“What happened?” 

“He rejected me…I told him how I’d felt about him for a long time. I said that I wanted nobody but him. He made me feel alive; he gave me a purpose to keep going in life. I told him he’d be happy with me; that we’d be so happy together…but he said no.” You saw sadness begin to creep over Minho’s face, “He told me a friend of his found out about the game. They said that I’d created a love interest that looked like him, and he said it freaked him out a little. I tried saying it was a coincidence, but he didn’t believe me. He said I had no right to use his likeness in a video game without his consent, as well as using his name. He threatened to sue me if I didn’t take him out of the game.” 

“That must’ve really hurt.”

“It tore me apart. I couldn’t give up the game, which was my only source of true happiness and validation. But, I also wanted to keep Chan in my life. Later, I was served papers to either take down the game or remove Chan from it. Lovesick’s Chan was the only piece of him I had left. It was the only thing that still kept him in my life, even if it wasn’t in reality. I wanted to die. If I couldn’t have Chan or Lovesick, then why should I keep living? So, I took a kitchen knife and killed myself…I don’t know how it happened or who was responsible for it, but my soul somehow latched itself to the game. I woke up the way you did: in the bedroom before school.” 

“You played the game then?”

“And won,” he grinned proudly. “I thought I’d finally get to have Chan, and life would be great, but then the game restarted. I didn’t get to keep Chan. I stayed within the game, though Chan continued to be out of reach. It’s like this place is some hellish time loop. Whoever gets stuck here, stays here until they either win or die.” He sat back on the floor, despite the blood pooling nearby. “I continued playing the game in an endless cycle, killing my opponents in a variety of ways just to have a few seconds of Chan’s love. It became tedious. I got tired of having to do all the hard work whenever I killed or ruined someone. Then, it was like the game itself answered my prayers.

“Some idiot picked up the game after it had been developed and released into the world. I don’t know if he died or was hypnotized or what, but he somehow ended up here like me. He suddenly became the game’s main character, and I was booted into a regular NPC. Well, dude, this is my game. I can’t be a damn side character. I made myself a rival by messing around in the control room like you did. I changed my appearance, gave myself top boss-level status, and lived within this little world I’d made in my basement. I created the persona of Bott, a sassy, know-it-all who guides players through the game, and watches the chaos happen. I knew nobody would ever actually reach Chan, since I always outsmarted or simply killed them before they could get to him. When they lost, they’d get a cut scene of me confessing my feelings and Chan accepting them, followed by him kissing me.” 

He turned his head to you, “It wasn’t until you came that things got interesting. I normally keep my distance from players until they reach my level, but when you redesigned the game to work in your favor, I couldn’t help myself. I meant it when I said I’ve never had a player like you before. You’re following the rules of the game, but you’re not at the same time. I’ve really enjoyed it so far.” 

“Um…thanks.”

“I also didn’t expect you to actually develop feelings for Channie,” Minho said. “The other players might’ve found him attractive, but they never tried making connections with him before.” 

“I don’t know what I’m feeling exactly,” you admitted, looking at your blood stained hands. “I thought it might be Sunghoon’s coding still in my system, but it doesn’t feel that way anymore. It feels so…real.” 

Minho stared at you for a moment, taking in your expression and he clenched his jaw. “I know what you mean. Things can feel pretty real in a video game world, huh?” He stood up from the ground, and lent you his hand, “Come on. Lunch time is gonna start soon, and you gotta get cleaned up.” 

You felt too exhausted to say anything else. You helped Minho wrap up Jisung’s body, and clean up the bathroom like you’d done the first time. You carried the corpse through the empty hallways and outside to the school garden. You both thought it’d be fitting for Jisung to be buried near his precious strawberries. You watched Minho as the latter dug up the hole with you. 

His story sounded like something out of an anime or a really cheesy drama. The betrayal and heartbreak made sense, but something about the story worried you. Killing himself over a video game was pathetic. You thought back to Jeongin’s warning from before. He told you not to listen to Him, and you suspected he meant Minho. 

“Well,” Minho breathed out, brushing dirt off his hands, “That’s him settled. Changbin’s next.” 

“I know.”

“Got any ideas on what you’re gonna do with him?”

“Not really. I know nothing about him aside from him being athletic, and that’s pushing it,” you said, doing the same and putting the shovel back in the garden shed. 

You’d have to check the student info before proceeding forward. You figured you’d tail Changbin tomorrow to get a feel of his routine and the people in his life. Perhaps then you could come up with something. You still had many things to process before moving on to the next day. 

“Wanna grab lunch together?” Minho asked. Before you could decline, he added, “Being seen with me would boost your reputation immensely.”

You chuckled, “Eh, I think my reputation is good enough, thanks.” You really wanted to see Chan. Your body ached to be near him. The morning left you feeling drained, and Chan always brought so much relief. “I gotta get started on getting some skill points.”

Minho saw right through the lie, “You can get those later at after-school activities. I’ve seen your friends list, and it isn’t as long or as balanced as you think.” He took your hand in his own. You noticed how cold Minho’s hands were, the bony fingers slipping between your warmer ones. Rather than connecting you, you felt it separating you more. “I’m telling you. Reputation and friends help in the long run. Can’t you humor me for a bit?” You heard the hopefulness in Minho’s tone, “I did just help you bury a body. You could at least have lunch with me.”

Chan might be in the cafeteria by now. You guessed walking with Minho wasn’t as bad as going alone. You nodded, and you both set out for the cafeteria. Walking beside Minho, people smiled and nodded their heads at you. You worried that maybe they knew what you’d done to Jisung, but that really was foolish. You didn’t have blood on you anymore, and all evidence laid buried in the garden. As they walked towards the cooking club room, a younger student came out holding a tray of pecan swirls. You noticed the pink streaks weaved into her thin black hair. 

“Hey YN-oppa! Hey Minho-oppa,” she beamed, “You guys want some swirls? We just finished making them to promote the club!”

“Thanks, Chorong-ssi,” Minho smiled, taking one with a napkin to bite into. He spotted your stunned face, “YN-ah, aren’t you gonna take one? Chorong and the club worked hard on these.” 

“Sure.” 

You took one and bit into it, seeing the pleased smile on the girl’s face. It was delicious, with its mixture of cinnamon and pecan flavors. 

“It’s great,” you grinned at her, “Thanks.”

She smiled, “I hope you join the cooking club, Oppa. We’d love to have you.”

You raised an eyebrow, nodding as you bit into the sweet treat again. 

“See you around, Chorong-ssi,” Minho told her, steering you away before you said anything. 

“What was that about?” You asked once out of earshot. 

“I told you being with me raises your reputation.” He then said, “And, well, you’re attractive and Do Chorong likes any guy that’s remotely attractive.” 

“School slut?”

“Far from it,” Minho explained, biting into his snack again. “I created her in case a player wanted to go the ‘matchmaking’ route with a rival.”

“Matchmaking?”

“Yeah, where you find out what your rival likes in their partner, mold an admirer to their taste, and then pair them up. Since Chorong likes everyone, she’s easy to use.” 

You decided to keep that in mind for another time. 

That was when Jeongin came walking towards you. Minho, busy finishing off the pecan swirl, did not notice the panicked realization that came over him. Other people might not see it, but you did. He looked away from you right as he passed by. You wondered what it could be about before you realized you and Minho still held hands. 

Jeongin meant Minho in his warning. 

Minho walked beside you with a satisfied, happy expression, nodding at faculty and students who recognized him. Someone might have thought he walked on clouds. You were unsure how to feel. A lingering uncertainty bundled as you looked at Minho. A cold sweat rushed over you, sticking to your skin and making your hands clammy, when you realized it. This is a game of manipulation and deception. You tried pulling your hand away, but Minho quickly captured it again when they reached the cafeteria doors. Walking past tables, people saw your joined hands, then started whispering to one another. You caught envious glares or excited faces from other students. You knew what they were thinking, and wished they didn’t. You slid your hand out of Minho’s once more, but he instantly recaptured it. 

“Don’t do that again,” Minho warned. 

“I don’t want people getting the wrong idea about us,” you said, glancing back to the room and searching quickly for Chan. 

“You mean you don’t want Chan getting the wrong idea.” Minho sighed, pushing hair from his face, “It’s only lunch. I want to get to know you, YN. There’s no harm in that, is there?”

“I’m supposed to be trying to get Chan to like me.”

“No, you’re supposed to get your beloved,” Minho corrected you. “Whether he actually likes you or not isn’t important to the goal. All you’re meant to do is get him. It’s not my fault you started messing around with the universe to make things work in your favor.” He gave your hand a soft squeeze, “Don’t worry about Chan for now. Let’s grab some food and talk. I know a nice spot in the courtyard where we can get some shade.”

You guessed you owed Minho that much. If he were after you, he would’ve turned you in when he saw you on top of Jisung, but he didn’t. He’d helped instead. You nodded, and let Minho guide you into the lunch line. You hardly paid attention to the food being served or how Minho took hold of your hand again. You thought back to Chan, who was most likely on his way or would be enjoying himself in the garden. You hoped so, then you could look at him at least. Seeing Chan brought so much comfort, which you needed after today.

You and Minho took your lunch trays to the school courtyard. Disappointment sunk your stomach when you didn't see Chan anywhere. You took a seat with Minho underneath one of the trees, and wished to see Chan soon. The older boy began digging into his meal, while you idly pushed noodles around on your plate.

“What’s wrong?” Minho dared to ask, as if you'd not murdered and disposed of a body two hours ago. “Not hungry?”

“I’m fine,” you said, spooning some broth into your mouth. “Just thought Chan might be here.”

“He’s in the garden,” Minho said, “Probably on his way to the cafeteria.” 

“How do you know?”

Minho smiled, biting into a piece of chicken from his plate, “He was supposed to meet Jisung there. But, now that Jisung isn’t going to show, he’s gonna assume the underclassman forgot about their meeting and go to lunch.”

You washed the noodles down with juice, though you barely tasted anything. “Somebody will notice he’s missing,” you stated.

“And they’ll tell one of the teachers-” Minho nodded.

“-The teacher will then call the police to report it-”

“-The police will probably show up here-”

“-And question everyone-”

“-Decide that they have no evidence or suspects and leave-”

“-And Jisung will be declared ‘missing’.” You then said, “I noticed nobody’s gone asking questions about Kitae. Why is that?”

“The staff did report him missing,” he ate more, “And they questioned some people, but nobody saw anything. They don’t have any reason to question you because you weren’t seen with the body or a weapon.” 

“Did they question you?”

“Of course. I’m the student council president, and Kitae was the Freshman class’s representative. They asked if I knew where he went after the morning council meeting, and I said I had no idea. I told them Kitae and I weren’t particularly close, and they took it as that.” He then added, grabbing a tangerine on his tray. “As easy and fun as murder can be, it wouldn’t be wise to outright murder Changbin. The more deaths or disappearances that happen here, the higher the safety alert goes. The principal already warned the hallway monitors to keep their eyes peeled for any suspicious activity. They’re all anxious to find who’s responsible,” he eyed you as he peeled the skin, “So, we need to make it look like an accident. We need to be careful. We gotta work out a strategy for Changbin.”

“We?”

“I might as well help you openly,” he shrugged. “Bott clearly wasn't effective. If you’d played the game the way you were supposed to, then you would’ve gotten through this level quicker.” 

“But, that’s so boring. It was kind of fun scheming to get my way. Difficult and tedious at times, yeah, but still fun.” You picked at the small section of kimchi the school served, “Changbin’s going to be a challenge though.”

“Why’s that?”

“I know almost nothing about him. I know he’s the athletic archetype, and is on the swimming team. His dad does business overseas, and he’s traveled around, but that’s about it.” You sat in thought for a moment, “I’ll need to tail him when his week starts, and see his routine.” 

“He’s definitely a superstar athlete,” Minho agreed, “He’s not only on the swim team. He does track-and-field and soccer too. He’s got a creative side, from what I’ve seen in the art and photography clubs. He’s reasonably popular around school, but not enough that he’s surrounded by people so less witnesses and more chances to lure him away from crowds.” He looked over your shoulder, “Ah, speak of the devil.”

You glanced over to see Changbin walk into the courtyard with a group of boys. You noticed their letterman jackets all depicting different sport logos on the arms. Changbin had the swimming logo on his right sleeve, along with a running man patch and a soccer ball. He and his friends stood underneath a tree across from you and Minho, not paying attention to the people looking at them. You watched Changbin. He smiled freely and laughed often. You saw that he carried a clear green water bottle. Inside was a thick substance that could only be some kind of protein shake. You were sure Minho threw it in there so the player had opportunities to poison Changbin’s drink. But that would be too obvious and too stupid of a move right now. 

“Is he smart?” you asked, seeing Changbin pretend to box with one of the other boys. 

“Eh…define ‘smart’.”

“I’m sure he has to be if he’s able to stay on all these teams.”

“Not if he’s super good and has won medals and achievements for the school to brag about,” Minho said. “Whenever he obviously fails a test, the teacher passes him anyway. They need to keep their star athlete in school.”

“Why would Chan like someone so dumb? He should be dating someone on his own level intellectually. You know, somebody he can talk to and have deep conversations with,” you said, “Not a neanderthal who can do a few good laps around a pool or a track.” 

“Changbin might have an empty head, but he’s thoughtful and sweet. He’s very passionate about his hobbies and interests, which is something Chan likes. They don’t share similar tastes, but Changbin is willing to teach him and Chan enjoys learning new things. He cares about other people, and always tries his best at anything he does. Chan likes that sort of thing. Changbin likes Chan because he’s athletic too, and very smart. He's Whimoon’s golden boy," Minho said, eating another piece. "Everybody likes him. It’ll be hard to convince people he’s done anything wrong.”

“Okay, so what do you suggest then?” 

“Poison his shake, obviously.”

“Wouldn’t another death put the school on alert?”

“Not if it looks like an accident.”

You thought about it for a moment. Jeongin’s warning floated through your head once again. Play by the game’s rules, not Minho’s. But, surely Minho is the game if he created it? You stared at Minho’s smirk, eyes glinting with mischief, and couldn’t get Jeongin out of your head. 

“Is there anything else I can do?” you asked after a while. “Poison seems so easy.”

“It is. That’s why you should do it,” he said. “It wouldn’t be hard to get poison. You can either make one in the chemistry lab or buy one from Hyunjin. It’ll cost you a lot to buy it from Hyunjin, but I can always change that for you.” 

“Death sounds risky.”

“This game is all about risks. Poison him. It’ll be worth it to see him choke on his gross protein shake.” 

“Shouldn’t I, as the player, get to choose my own route?” 

“I’m the developer. I’m only trying to help you.” 

Play by the game. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll figure out a way myself.” 

Realizing he wouldn’t win this time, Minho sighed defeatedly. “Tail him next week and see if you find anything you can use against him.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everybody at this school has secrets,” he said. He moved closer to you and faced the groups in the yard. “Each of them has something that you can exploit if you choose to. Like Song Sungmi? Her parents are actually poor, and she pretends to have money so she can fit in. Jeong Yunho? He runs a secret gambling den in his family’s basement. And let’s not forget Park Yuri who sells naughty photos of herself on the internet.” He took up another piece of tangerine, and said, “Changbin has one. You only need to find out what it is, then you decide what to do with the information.” 

“What’s the secret?” You asked him. 

“Give me a kiss and I’ll tell you,” Minho sneered, giving you a wink. 

“I’ll figure it out on my own then.”

Minho huffed, and moved away from him. “You can do several things with his secret. You can expose it so then he feels humiliated and withdraws from school. You can blackmail him and force him to stop liking Chan. You can use it to befriend him, even.” 

“Huh, interesting.” 

“Very.” 

Exposing a dirty secret sounded like an intriguing route. You knew another disappearance could make things harder. You began wondering what Changbin’s secret could possibly be, since he seemed far too sweet to have any. You spent the rest of lunch trying to figure out what route to take with Changbin; Minho spent it staring at you. 

****

You sped through the rest of the day to get to swim practice, the only place you saw Chan uninterrupted. You walked into the locker room to see the other team members preparing for the pool. You peeked into the aisles of lockers before finding Changbin. He sat on the bench in his uniform, texting and smiling at his phone. You noticed it wasn’t a smartphone but a slim black device with a plain cover. You took note of this and moved onwards.

You passed by into the next aisle where you found Chan by his locker. Like everyone else, he immediately switched from his school uniform to his swim uniform. You took a second to admire his body in the tight uniform. You'd do anything to steal those trunks and take them home. You briefly thought of the napkin you’d stolen and the faint saucy scent that had been on them.  

“Hi, Chan-hyung,” you smiled, coming up beside him to open your own locker. 

“Hi, YN-ah,” he replied. “I didn’t see you in class this morning. I hope everything’s okay.”

“Oh, everything’s fine,” you said. “My alarm didn’t go off and I overslept.”

“Alright, as long as you’re okay,” Chan grinned. He then hesitated as he reached for his swim cap. “YN-ah, this might sound like a personal question, and it’s none of my business, but I’m only curious.”

Your stomach churned, but you still said, “You can always ask me anything.”

“Are you and Lee Minho dating?”

You laughed nervously, pushing hair from your face, “Um, wh-what do you mean?”

“Well, I was in the cafeteria today and I saw you two holding hands. I thought maybe there was something between you guys.”

You knew this would happen. You scrambled for an excuse, any excuse, to explain it. The thought of Chan losing interest because he thinks you're taken lodged a breath in your throat. “No, no,” you said quickly, “We’re not dating. Minho’s student council president, and he wanted to show me around.” 

“By the hand?”

“I guess. He said it was so I didn’t lose him in the crowds. I suppose people took it differently.”

Chan’s worried expression brightened after this. That must be a good sign. You changed into your own swimsuit, but couldn’t keep your eyes off Chan. Why had Chan worried about you dating Minho? The prospect of Chan developing feelings made you happier than you'd ever been. Perhaps you might get to leave this damned game world sooner than anticipated. But then that meant leaving Chan as well. 

Walking to the pool area with Chan, you imagined him confessing his feelings to you on Friday. The game appeared to be running differently since you reconfigured it. It’d certainly speed things up if Chan fell in love with you. But, the dreadful thought occurred to you again. If you leave Lovesick, then you’d have to go home. You’d go back to your boring life that’s void of Chan. You’d have to continue life without him, and the thought alone nearly brought you to tears. You couldn’t stand the thought of not having him. You needed him. You didn’t care if it was your game files fueling these ideas; you loved Chan. You loved him more than anyone else; your rivals only liked Chan for his looks. You loved him for his heart. 

You considered ways of getting Chan alone before Changbin appeared. Your blood simmered seeing the two exchange friendly words, watching the other members swim. You didn't like how Changbin looked at Chan. You didn't like the way Changbin’s boyish sweetness seemed to shine brightest around Chan. Your Chan. YOUR. Chan. You tightly gripped the towel ends on your shoulders, absentmindedly pulling them tighter on the nape of your neck. You'd love nothing more than to strangle the stupid boy until his face turned purple, but no. Another death on campus could make things more difficult. You needed to know Changbin’s secret.

Quickly, you dove into the pool and began swimming towards Changbin and Chan at the other end. When you reached them, you climbed out and rubbed off excess water from your face. Chan turned his head at the sound. 

"Chan-hyung!" you smiled excitedly, "Did you see my dive? I think it was one of my best."

"I'm sorry, YN-ah," Chan said apologetically, "I didn't. But, I'm sure you were great."

"It was okay," Changbin voiced disinterestedly. "You were a bit shaky at the beginning."

"I'm still getting used to jumping off your boards," you told him, keeping the defense out of your voice. "The ones at my old school were a bit stiffer, and these boards  are so springy." 

"That's okay. You'll get used to them soon," Chan assured you. "I heard you're very good."

"Thanks. You're good too," you replied. 

Changbin's eyes glinted with envy before turning away. 

“Wanna race, Hyung?” you asked Chan, putting a daring tone into your voice. “Loser buys snacks after practice.”

Chan grinned, dimples sinking into his cheeks, “You’re on. Changbin-ah, you want in?”

Changbin stared between them, and shook his head, “Nah. You guys go ahead. I, um, have stuff to do after practice.”

“What’s up? Too chicken to race me?” You challenged with a smirk.

“YN-ah, don’t be mean,” Chan nudged you playfully. “Changbin has a busy schedule, so he’s always running off after practice. He can join in another time, right Binnie-yah?”

“Yeah. Another time.”

He was hiding something; he couldn’t meet Chan’s eyes as he responded. You headed towards the springboards with Chan, but turned to look over your shoulder. Changbin had picked up his phone from the depths of his towel, and was texting someone. A dealer? A secret lover? You were eager to discover it, but you’d have to wait for Changbin’s level. The wait alone could kill you. 

“How many laps?” Chan asked, stepping onto his board. 

“Two.” 

You and Chan began your friendly competition. You won the first round, but Chan won the second. Declaring it a tie, you both left the pool when practice ended. You offered to still pay for the snacks, but Chan’s money hit the snack counter first. He was so sweet. You truly saw yourself becoming Chan’s boyfriend. 

*** Later That Night ***

This was bad. This was very bad. They’d certainly never expected it to happen. 

Minho never revealed himself to players before. He usually stuck to the shadows and played ‘Lee Minho, Student Council President’ as the player stumbled their way through the game. He'd lie in wait until the player reached the final level, then attack. He always changed how he did it too. Sometimes he killed them on the first day; other times, he toyed with them. He'd delete objects from the game right as they'd set a plan. He'd wire certain characters to stop the player from achieving their goals. The players smart enough to outwit him ended up in a fist fight with Minho at the end. He'll usually be a wild animal by then. They particularly liked it when he lost. Fondly, they recalled the time a player, a big brute of a man, grabbed the scrawny boy and bashed him into the wall repeatedly. The Game couldn't help but reward the player handsomely with a female Chan they'd created. 

But, now he's outright revealed himself to you. Of course, Minho lied right to your face, but they knew the truth. 

They stopped. They might not have their own body anymore, but it still stung. The burning hot pain came like a phantom ache, and they recalled the night Minho locked them away. He hacked into the game through the controls, and changed everything the creator built. They'd lost their body and their mind. They became a prisoner in their own home. Watching their captor be tortured and killed became their one source of happiness. 

They went through the camera views to watch you. You laid flat on your stomach in bed, holding a stained wadded up napkin in your hand. This could not be Sunghoon’s coding anymore; other players walked around with his personality and desires, but never acted on them. Did this mean you'd naturally developed feelings for Chan now, no longer restricted to the codes? They couldn't help being joyful at the idea. You having set them free meant they could float around behind the pixels creating their world. They could never touch or speak to you, but they can watch out for you. They could help you. Unlike Minho, who has the minimum control, they made things appear out of thin air. That was the beauty of being the game's true developer. 

That was the beauty of having been Bahng Chan. 

****

A/N: The plot thickens!! Can Minho be trusted or should YN stick to his gut? What's up with our little binary friend too?? We'll find out. Please reblog and like <3

[hyunvom]

passing notes in secrecy

synopsis: life's not that easy when you're in love with the prettiest boy who just happens to be an idol, but you'll make it, right?

cw: childhood friends to lovers, smut, idol!hyun

word count: 1,1k

In the soft hush of midnight's embrace, you tiptoed through the corridors of stardust and dreams. Your heart a symphony of secrecy and longing.

You've been with him for five months, even though you've known him your whole life, long before the world knew the crescendo of his name and fame was but a distant dream. Your stories were woven together in the tender threads of childhood's innocence. You used to be just kids, sharing stories and secrets under the benevolent shade of the old oak tree in your neighbourhood's park down the road, where the houses were all painted in a beautiful cinnamon color. You would visit each other every day, some days at his house, some others at yours. His mother would always welcome you with a huge smile painted across her face and freshly bakes cookies, always. You'd lie on the grass, or the beach sand, or the wooden floors of his room.

As your teenage years unfurled like pages in a book, your friendship deepened into something more profound. In the golden haze of sunsets and the soft whispers of wind, you found yourselves drawn together by an invisible string. He wrote a song about you one day, when he was around the age of 15 and you 14. All the unspoken words of his heart spilled into paper. With trembling hands and a courage down from the depths of his affection, he slipped the parchment into your school bag, a secret serenade to the girl who held his heart. You started dating that summer. You remember it as the best summer of your life, and the last one before you lost him.

That following fall, he embarked on a journey of trading the familiar comforts of home for the uncertain allure of a music company's door. He always wanted this, he would always talk about wanting it. And he was truly an artist. He wrote beautifully, his words always so tender and artistic, he would dance like a god, moving like water, and his voice was as beautiful and soft as one could be. You always believed in him and encouraged him to try, and never thought about what follows all this. And he got in. He made it. He made it and you lost him and yet you would not want it any other way, because the love you shared and the bond was not a common one.

He trained for two years, two years of barely seeing each other, he basically lived inside the walls of his company, practicing hard, his dancing, his singing, his rap. You met the people he would debut with once, and they were lovely. You had dinner with all 8 of them that day.

"You guys do know if we actually debut you have to like, broke up right?" the one named Jisung said.

The table fell silent and someone visibly kicked him under the table but you can't remember who it was now. Hyunjin had looked at Jisung angrily yet shocked he brought it up, like they had talked about this before and he could not believe he said it in front of me, and then just continued finishing his food while taking huge gulps of his wine.

"What do you mean? Why?" I had asked.

"It's dangerous that you're still dating now, actually. If the company finds out Hyunjin's definitely getting kicked out for not focusing on his debut. It's strict as hell, you know this" Jisung continued explaining, in a soft sorry tone.

Hyunjin had stood up and went outside. He used to smoke sometime here and there when he was really tired or stressed. You followed him outside the restaurant were he opened a new pack of cigarette and stood right next to him, reaching for his hand.

"You know.. what he's saying is true" he said. Silence on your part as you let him continue.

"If they find out it's going to be so messy, I will get in so much trouble and if something happens to me, everyone's debut gets affected, it's like a fucking domino. And eventually even if we continue this I will not have time to take care of you and be around you and you'll grow tired of me never being there cause I won't be able to and if someone ever finds out after i debut it's yet again over for my career and I put everyone at risk again. I just don't"

You stopped him, silencing the cacophony of stress with a gentle touch. Your fingertips, like whisper promises touched his face softly, and with bravery born of longing leaned in, interrupting his thoughts and anxieties with the melody of your lips pressed tenderly against his.

"It's okay" is all you said.

You broke up 2 months later.

In between the next 3 years, you watched him from afar. You got a boyfriend when you turned 19, a nice boy you met at the library where you'd spend most of your days outside of uni. You spent beautiful moments with him, you gave your v card to that boy that summer, and he was a great destruction from Hyunjin. But that's all he was, and when you realized that you felt like such an awful person. You broke up with him later that year, as Hyunjin continued to never leave your mind. But how could he? His band became a huge success. He was everywhere. On billboards around town, on the radio, all over social media. You could not escape him even if you wanted to. But you didn't mind. Seeing him thrive, even without you, brought you an absurd amount of happiness and peacefulness, knowing that he'd doing well, living his dream.

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Dressed as an employee with the card he specifically made secretly for you so you can easily sneak in, you slipped into the bustling company. You heart racing, as it always does during this part, pretending to be an employee to pass through doors.

You and Hyunjin found your way to each other a few months ago, when he visited home to see his parents. It was irrational and you weren't thinking, but the second his lips touched yours, as now full grown adults, things could never go back to how they were. He was even prettier now, if that's even possible. His hair was long, black. His lips still beautiful and full and so soft. His body was bigger, and harder than what you remember, probably because of his dancing. He fucked you in his childhood room that night. His hand on your mouth and other times kissing you hard to muffle your moans as his whole family was in the house.

"You have no idea how many times I've dreamed of this" he said as he laid you on his bed, getting you under the covers. He let you undress him and explore his body, taking your time with it. He was so hard under his boxers and leaking already, you palmed him through them and kissed him like this would be the last time you'll get to put your lips on his. You left comments about his size and you felt him both twitch and smirk through the kiss.

"When did you get so handsome?" you asked.

"When did you get this fucking hot" he responded.

He opened you up later that night, kissing you down the softly and eating you out hungrily, with so much skill. You wondered how many girls he's done this to, and you asked without thinking. He doesn't respond but he looks up at you while hes down there. He started inserting fingers, one by one, while continuing to play with your clit between his tongue. When you were finally ready for him he came close to your face and kissed your nose.

"I haven't done this in years. Be gentle" you tell him shyly yet in a playful tone.

"Oh so you've done this before?"

"You haven't ?"

You stare at each other for a moment, then smile.

"Now that we're here, I wish I never did, so I could do it with you" you said. And he simply said "These things don't matter to me" before kissing you again.

He let you ride him, so you could take your time and control the movements that were happening, and it's safe to say he loved being at your mercy. Your hands intertwined, sweaty foreheads, soft whimpers. He sounded beautiful. That one boyfriend you had back in the day was a nice guy, but the few times you had sex felt like a joke right now. He was silent, strict with it, forward. Hyunjin was vocal, touchy, loving, considerate. You felt like you were having sex for the first time, cause you were one way or another. At the end of the day what did virginity even mean.

When your hips got tired, he immediately noticed and started moving you up and down on him. He changed positions a few minutes later, now being on top of you. He fixed your hair that was all over your red face and kissed your hands while entering you, much harder this time. You could feel both your orgasms coming. Out of nowhere, he put his hand on your belly, and dragged yours right there a second later.

"Can you feel me. That's me baby. All of me"

Looking deep into his eyes, shocked, ears and cheeks red, you both came, as he started playing with your clit fast and then pulled out and spilled on your belly. He got up immediately after the events and cleaned you up, dressed you up in your pajamas and then got in the bed. You didn't sleep that night, not until 5am at least. You stayed up and talked. You talked about everything. Your lives, what you've been doing, how this insane life he was living is like. You told him about the boy you met that summer, and he told you he has been with someone from his company for a few months after he realized his heart does not belong there and broke things off. You asked him who the girl was, and when he answered he notice how your face dropped.

"What is it?"

"Oh I know her, shes really pretty and talented, no wonder"

"And yet you're the prettiest girl in the world and the one i cant get this stupid mind of mine to let go, all these years"

You talked about what was going to happen, and both agreed that you wanted this, even if it was risky. It was okay, his dating ban was lifted long ago, and you'd be careful, you could do this.

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Sneaking in the company using your card, you finally end up on the third floor, successfully unnoticed. You always meet him here since this floor is always empty. After a couple minutes pass you hear footsteps and hide behind a trashcan, and the second you realize it's him you jump up on him and hug him. You kiss, trying to be silent, and then he takes you to a tiny room he uses to write and record music.

The space is tiny and he has never brought you here before.

"Oh. This place is tiny we barely fit in here. What do you even do here?" you ask.

"It's my little space, I come here to concentrate and write."

You move your head in understanding and then he suddenly pulls you on his knees, as he's sitting down on the one and only chair that fit this room.

"It's also soundproof"

"Oh." you smirk and kiss him, running your hands through his beautiful hair, ruining his ponytail.

Suddenly, after minutes of purely making out, he positions you directly above his knee, and starts harshly pushing up, going right under your skirt and directly hitting your wet spot.

"So warm down there, you're wet for me already baby?" as you hum in response. He keeps saying dirty, yet loving things in your ear as he's fucking you with his knee, and at some point you take control and start moving yourself. Your hands on his chest, on his shoulders, in his hair, on his neck. He fucking loves all of it, you can see it, you can hear it. After reaching a crazy orgasm, you get off of him and immediately unbuckle his belt.

"Oh love you don't have to that's fine, let it be about you only this time"

"God you have no idea how much i want you do you?" you responded and gave him singlehandedly the best head of his life. After he came down from the high of his orgasm he pulled you up and kissed you hard, yet with so much tenderness.

Being with him was definitely a challenge. Everything had to be done in secret. Behind malls and bars and late at night where only the moon and the stars could see your faces. But you wouldn't change it, not for the world, he was your own little world.

[ihaechans]

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⋆ — LEE TAEYONG

Fantasy — (M)

Over and over again. The dreams of your roommate fucking you senseless keep reoccurring and there’s nothing you can do about it…well, maybe one thing but the issue is that Taeyong is too shy and timid to even hold a conversation with you longer than two minutes.

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⋆ — LEE DONGHYUCK

Again & Again — (M)

Haechan is needy. So needy that he can’t wait until you get home to play with himself, breaking the number one rule in your book. What was supposed to be a night of innocent quality time ends in Haechan getting milked dry, begging for you to make him cum over & over again. and over again.

Your Red Lipstick — (F)

Kisses, kisses, kisses. That’s all your boyfriend wants. When you refuse to give him the one thing he craves, he won’t leave you alone, begging and begging until you give in.

Impatient — (M)

Your boyfriend Donghyuck just wants you all to himself.

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⋆ — MARK LEE જ⁀➴ Timestamps: [10:37pm]

Reminiscing — (F)

Time flies. Especially with best friend and nerdy ride-or-die Mark Lee. Reminiscing on the rooftop leads to foreign emotions and forgotten memories rising to the surface, and the obvious tension between you two can no longer be avoided.

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⋆ — JEONG JAEHYUN

Back for More — (M)

Jaehyun can’t get enough of you, and you can’t get enough of him either.

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⋆ — PARK JISUNG

Crush on You — (M)

Jisung is a little too innocent for his own good, and when he asks you to help him fix that your friendship takes a slight turn…. okay, maybe a big turn.

PT.2 "7 Days" — PT.3 "Teach Me"

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⋆ — NA JAEMIN

Midnight Driver — (M)

Fucking in the middle of no where with a man you met no more than a month ago was not something on your bucket list, but for some reason, it wasn’t something you were completely against.

Hallows Eve — (M) part of @/jenoslutie '1-800-slashers' collab

When your friend told you about 1-800-SLASHERS. You could almost laugh at her. Paying people to roleplay as characters from scary movies? Who does that? But once you found yourself calling 1-800-SLASHERS way more than you’d like to admit, even going as far as using their video call feature time and time again. You don’t think you can stop.

Smile! You're on Camera — (M)

Jaemin loves taking pictures. He loves the beautiful and captivating nature, golden sunsets, gloomy rainy days, and flower fields. The only sight that is his favorite though, is the one of his girlfriend on her knees.

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⋆ — DONG SI CHENG

Late at Night — (M)

Late-night walks around the city with your boyfriend Winwin turn out way more exciting than usual.

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⋆ — XIAO DEJUN જ⁀➴ Timestamps: [7:00pm]

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⋆ — LEE JENO

જ⁀➴ Sub Jeno thoughts...

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⌞ DRABBLES, REACTIONS, HEADCANONS⌝

⋆ — NCT 127

You trying to dom them : ✘

NCT 127 as boyfriends :  ✘

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⋆ — NCT DREAM

NCT Dream & Overstimulation : ✘

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⋆ — WAYV

Attractive things they do : ✘

[foxiesblog]

skz reaction - when you're a member's sister and you're dating his co-worker

Warning: smut, fluffy

MY MIND IS UNSTOPPABLE :(/

Chan:

Your Chan oppa was always protective but he didn't know you were dating Changbin. You were just fucking in your room and he thrust in there. Binnie smiled mischievously as Chan looked away.

“Damn-- y/n get dressed and why didn't you tell me you were dating Seo Changbin!? I am worried about you!" The three of you then sit down on the floor and discuss all the criteria.

Minho:

Why does his face contort so strangely every time? He just walked into the wrong place at the wrong time. You were just in the shower with Hyunjin when he fucked you against the wall. Minho covered his eyes and took your hand and wrapped it in a towel. Hyunjin also put it around his body and ran through his hair with a smile.

“Y/n so we still call each other okay?” You didn't tell him that you had that kind of relationship with his colleague.

Changbin:

He would never tell you that you and the oldest member of his group would have something together. He caught you in the living room cuddling too sweetly with Chan and he would start blaming you for it for a long time. But then you buy him ice cream and the three of you have a Marvel marathon.

Hyunjin:

He would be so dramatic. He caught you and Felix during one of the lectures in the next room where you hungrily kissed each other. Hyunjin, such an innocent boy, you only went for a drink and you did this.

“Oh y/n. How could you do this to me? Don't tell me? To find out like this? Oh my god, I can see it now. "

Han:

He was holding a plate of cheesecake in his hand as he walked into the kitchen with his mouth full where you were sitting on the counter A Jeongin, the little baby loved everything on your neck and chest. Hanji simply choked and pushed Jeongin away from you.

,, If you ever cheat on her, accept the fact that I'll come after you." And so began his explanation of how I.N. should treat you. Poor guy. You just sat on the ground staring at the two of them and Hanji was still eating the cake.

Felix:

Felix was the only one who came over to you as you were sitting on the counter and Seungmin was between your legs, kissing you, he just turned around and left. Only when you came back to the living room with the family, Felix took you two out to tell him everything.

Seungmin:

He always knew that you were a person who could date two other people and he didn't mind, but when you were in bed with Minho and Felix, his colleagues, you flew out of bed so quickly in just a simple long top.

“Damn y/n. Why didn't you tell me you were in bed with these?" He didn't know at the time that you weren't even dating, but were in a threesome as friends with benefits.

Jeongin:

Poor little boy. He just caught you in the parking lot hugging and kissing Jisung as he groped your ass. He'd rather run away with black faces first and then you two talk. Poor little brother.

[lustncity]

genre : smut

pairings : park jisung x fem! reader

after finishing half of your loading homeworks, you decided to give yourself a break and that is playing games.

after putting on your headphones which is a wireless one and only requires a bluetooth connection to use for a better gaming experience, you laid down on your bed. halfway through your match, someone barged in your room, throwing their bag aside before crawling on top of you, burying their face on your chest.

knowing it’s your boyfriend, jisung. you ran your fingers through his hair, asking him how his day went. you and him live in the same apartment but the both of you have different class schedule so it’s either you or him to walk home last.

seeing your character almost spawning, you retracted your fingers from his locks to your phone screen. the feeling of your fingers leaving his head made him lift his head to look at you while pouting.

“ah, noona, you’re not paying attention to me…”

“just let me finish this match first, ji.” you replied, eyes still glued on your phone screen.

he just sighed and buried his face again on your chest. it’s almost half of an hour and yet your match is still far from ending due to your team having a hard time to wipe out the enemy’s team.

with that, jisung grew impatient as he lift his head again to look at you once more before moving between your legs. noticing him at the corner of your eyes, you begin to question him what he’s about to do.

“you’re busy so i have to do something to make myself busy as well.” he replied as he starts caressing your inner thigh, making your breath hitches.

you shiver, feeling him removing your shorts and his hands on your pantie line. a smirk creeping into his features when you jerked from his touch.

he then moves his fingers to your clothed cunt, rubbing you through your panties before pulling it down and staring at your now wet folds. you cringed at feeling of the wet, sticky material being peeled from you.

“keep on playing, noona. maybe, i’ll let you cum if you win that match.” you whined as he breathed over your throbbing clit.

he wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him.

“s-shit…” you moaned as his warm lips touched you, making you almost drop your phone on your pretty face. as much you try to keep your focus on the match but the way his lips and tongue played perfectly over your clit makes you want to go abandon the match.

cry after cry escaped from your mouth as his spit dribbled between your folds, his tongue flickered back and forth over your bud before slowing down and sucking hard, only to go back to softly licking your clit moments later while your match finally ended but it’s with your team having the defeat.

with the match finally ending, you dropped your phone beside you and finally giving the attention to jisung.

“ah! j-ji..! “ you slightly raise your voice as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach coming faster, making you clench on his tongue resulting him to let out a strained groan.

“yeah? gonna cum, noona?” he mutters, pausing from his stimulations to take a look at your phone with a defeat displayed on the screen while licking your slick from his lips.

he hummed, now looking at you with a smug grin on his face before giving your core a pat and retracting his arms from your thighs.

“guess you’re not cumming today. maybe next time.”

“ah, please…” you whimpered, sitting up to take a hold on his wrist. he only chuckled at you, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“now, i’ll go take a bath then let’s finish our homework together, noona.” he smiled innocently like nothing happened, petting your head before grabbing his towel and walks to the bathroom.

“i won’t touch you for weeks if you touch yourself!” he shouted as you heard the water starts running from inside.

you only sat there, pouting before putting on your panties and shorts back on then goes to get your textbooks for your homeworks.

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[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

Kinktober Day 13

Edging: a sexual technique whereby an orgasm is controlled.

Pairing: Park Jisung x fem!reader

AU/Genre: smut, established relationship, sub!Jisung, dom!reader

Word Count: 1276 words

Warnings: noona kink (I'm sorry), bad explanations about the universe, lowkey implied corruption kink (?), handjob, slight bondage, praise, pet names, creampie (they're using some kind of birth control that is just not a condom, be safe!)

Taglist: @matchahyuck @seraphinealana @ker00 @allaboutthedongs @baehaechannie @iwannabreathetosetmefree @positionslab @jjenodream @kundann

"Noona?"

"Hm?"

"Why is there gravity?"

A smile spreads over your face. One of the many things you love about Jisung is how he is so curious about how the universe works. It's just cute to see him get excited about how the universe works.

"Because masses attract each other."

"Why doesn't the moon fall down then?"

"Because the moon is too far away, and its mass is big enough to not 'fall' down. The gravity and masses of the earth and the moon are synched perfectly for the moon not to crash down on earth, but stay up there rotating around us."

"So, if I were to let a pen fall down, but it's mass is bigger than the earth's, the earth would fly up instead?"

"In theory, yes."

"Wow."

It's always small conversations like these. And even though you don't have a hundred percent of a clue either, you like pretending that you do, just for the sake of his eyes lighting up so beautifully once something makes sense to him. Sometimes, you even make something up, just to mess with him. It's just cute how he believes everything you say.

Sometimes, his questions aren't as innocent as this one, though.

"Noona?"

"Yes, baby?" You bat your lashes at him, taking a sip of your tea that's gotten mostly cold sitting away on your bedside table.

"What is edging?"

You spit most of the liquid back out, coating the blanket with small droplets of the flavorful substance. Jisung looks at you concerned. "What?"

"Edging? Do you know what that is?"

"Are you asking me because you know it, or because you don't?"

"Because I don't," Jisung confirms. You sit up, removing the blanket from your lap while trying to remember to pull the sheets off later to wash them, and sit cross-legged in front of your boyfriend.

"Do you know remotely where it comes from?"

Jisung shakes his head, eyes widened a little in curiosity, his brows slightly raised and his lips slightly pursed. God, you could just eat him when he looks like this.

Instead, you lean forward, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear before you begin whispering, "it's a form of sex that's based of the control of an orgasm."

Jisung gasps, hand coming up to hover in front of his mouth, and you fail to suppress a smile as you lean back again. "I can't believe Haechan was asking us to try that this weekend."

"What?!" Your eyes bulge out of their sockets comically.

"Here," Jisung says, showing you his phone screen that clearly shows a message from Donghyuck in the group chat, spelling 'are we going to be edging this weekend?'

You're about as clueless as Jisung because he couldn't be meaning that right? To your luck, Chenle responds soon after, clarifying that this is about playing Fantasy Flight Games' popular table top role playing game 'Star Wars: Edge of the Empire'.

"What a weird way to phrase that," you frown, top lip pulling up in disgust.

"Word."

Silence arises, and you awkwardly clear your throat to disturb it.

"I'm kind of curious now," Jisung finally says, looking at you shyly, "edging. Does that... feel good?"

"It can, if you're into it."

"Can we- find out?"

"C-close-" Jisung warns for the second time, panting heavily. His hands are tied to the bedpost because, well, he did not know how to behave, always trying to touch you or himself to finally get to release.

Your hands on his cock stop their movements completely, letting the pressure die down for a moment before you reconnect your palms to his tip. The glide is easy due to a mixture of spit, lube and precum, and your palm is able to tease his very tip easily. Jisung moans out, hips bucking up, body trashing around the mattress as much as the ties allow him to.

"Good boy," you praise, then spit another glob of saliva to slide down his shaft, your fingers collecting the extra lubricant to smear it all across. Jisung whimpers as you thumb at his slit, focusing on teasing the tip particularly because you know he's extra sensitive from how close he is the entire time.

"Noona, s-stop-" he pants, announcing his rapidly arising high for the third time. Your hands let go of him once again, instead you let your knuckle stroke over his balls, sending shivers up his spine.

"Tell me when you're okay to go on," you remind him, stroking over his strong thighs. Jisung whimpers, hips bucking repeatedly into the air to gain friction, but to no avail.

"O-okay, go on, please," he finally says, and you waste no time in wrapping your hands around his length once more, this time using the entirety of both of them to be able to stroke tightly around the base while also massaging his tip with your palm in circular motions.

"God, shit," Jisung whines, switching between closing his eyes tightly while throwing his head back, and leaning forward again watching your ministrations on his cock. You would have never thought that a simple handjob could be this exciting for both of you.

"Please let me cum," Jisung pleads, lidded eyes finding yours, and you almost pity him.

"Not yet, baby. You're doing so good, wouldn't want to waste that now would we?" You grin, watching the way the muscles of his arms and chest flex. His eyes wander down your exposed body, taking in your naked flesh until he whines out, ripping his gaze from you as if that's what's making it even harder for him to not cum on the spot.

"S-stop," he announces once again, teeth biting down harshly on his lower lip, eyebrows scrunching together as he tries his best to hold it in. You feel your chest fill with pride at how good your boyfriend's trying to be just for you.

It makes you all giddy inside, knowing that you're the only person who would ever get to see him like this: perfect, submissive and so fucking sexy.

You start once again, slowly working him up to another high that you'll rip away from him, though you motion to sit on his thighs with a plan. The next time he announces his orgasm, you move quickly to sit atop of him, slowly easing his cock into you.

"Ah- don't-" Jisung opens his eyes, whining out loudly, his body twisting under you as he pants desperately trying not to cum when you feel so good around him. His fists ball up, and he grits his teeth.

"Can't- I can't," he says, then groans out loudly, cock twitching inside of you. There's no way he can hold back when he's inside of you, how could you expect that from him?

"Good boy, Sungie. Such a good boy," you praise him, fingers gently stroking over his form to guide him through his high. It last long, longer than usual, and the volume of the sounds he's making let's you assume that it must feel a whole lot better, too.

When he finally calms down, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his in a kiss that he weakly reciprocates, exhaustedly humming into your mouth.

"I love you," you whisper, and Jisung smiles, struggling to keep his eyes open. Now all you have to do is wait for the upcoming weekend to find out which kind of edging Jisung prefers. You really hope it's this kind of edging.

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[iced-nct]

Never Have I Ever

Pairing: Camboy!Jisung x F Reader (all the dreamies make an appearance)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, language, use of pet names, oral (m receiving), praising, unprotected sex, SMUT, absolute filth, welcome to the 5th installment of the Camboy series! if you've read the others you know that these are dirty ;) enjoy my loves

Synopsis: In which playing a harmless drinking game makes Park Jisung desperate to prove that he's not so innocent anymore. What he didn't anticipate was accidentally outing his biggest secret to his closest friends.

A/N: ***This is a Jisung Smut***, if you are NOT comfortable reading it, that is totally okay! I am comfortable writing this, but I acknowledge that not everyone will be comfortable reading it. Please don't leave hate :) As always feedback is appreciated!

Music blared through every room in the house, empty bottles and cans littered every surface. Jisung promised that this would be a party to remember, and now you believed him. You had shown up after the party was already in full swing, pushing your way through the sweaty bodies in search of your friends. They were holed up on the back porch, beer bottles in hand, engrossed in a game of never have I ever.

“Y/n! You made it!” a chorus of cheers erupted from your seven friends.

You smiled warmly at everyone and took a seat on a pillow in front of Jisung, who passed you a bottle of beer from the cooler. “Hey guys. Mind if I join in?”

“Of course not. We're just playing never have I ever” Hyuck pushed your shoulder playfully from his seat next to Jisung.

“Who��s turn is it anyway? I forgot” Mark looked around at everyone and how many fingers were still up.

Renjun rolled his eyes “Let’s just start a new round now that y/n is here. It makes more sense”

Everyone agreed with his statement, resetting their hands and gawking around to figure out who would start. Renjun sighed heavily in annoyance before starting the game, only to be cutoff by Jaemin “Never have I ever...”

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It was down to the last few questions, and most everyone was down at least a full five fingers. That is, except for the youngest boy who sat behind you. Jisung still had eight fingers up, only losing two for simple things. Hyuck and Jaemin were down to two fingers and everyone else only had a few more than that, yourself included. The game had fallen into incessant teasing of Jisung, chirping about how sweet and innocent a baby he is. He was unimpressed, a deep scowl set in on his usually soft features.

“Oh, come on Jisung quit looking like that. It's not our fault you’re a baby” Hyuck cooed at him, ruffling his hair slightly.

Jisung swatted Haechan’s hand away and patted his hair back down “I am not innocent”

Jeno cocked his head and grinned widely, “Dude, this is only your third time drinking with us”

Chenle and Renjun both erupted into laughter, “Jeno’s right. We invite you out all the time. You didn’t even come to the club with us last weekend.” Renjun added pointedly.

“Even y/n came! You should have seen her! I’ve never seen her that drunk. She started trying to dance with the bouncers” Chenle giggled at the memory.

You looked up at Jisung and winked “Maybe you’d know how much fun I am if you weren’t so shy and sweet”

Jisung’s eyes bore into yours, narrowing slightly as he took in your frame on the floor beneath him. Jisung was hardly a large man, but in that moment you had never felt smaller. The intense look on his face made your smile fade, his head tilted to the side slightly as he calculated what to say next.

“Alright. Would innocent guys be camboys?” He raised his gaze from yours to peer around at everyone else.

The group quieted suddenly as they tried to process what just fell out of Jisung’s mouth. “What did you just say?” Jaemin leaned forward on his knees, locking eyes with the youngest.

“Prove it” Jeno said whilst knocking back the last of his beer.

Jisung fumbled for his phone, finally presenting the screen with clips of him featured on a camsite. Your eyes shifted between the screen with Jisung bare to the world, and his fully clothed figure in front of you.

“I’ll be back.” You shot up, knocking over empty bottles as you shuffled to the door.

“Where are you going?” Jisung asked, clearly concerned about the quick departure.

You waved him off as you stepped inside “Fresh air”

“We’re literally outside...” You heard Mark’s confused voice as you carried on through the house.

The party was still in full swing, and so far, three of the four bathrooms were being used. So, you stumbled to the last place you wanted to be, the ensuite in Jisung’s room. Thankfully it was empty, and you closed the door behind you using the moment of peace to splash cool water on your face. Music still thumped through the walls, but it was much quieter up here. In the bright light of the bathroom, it very quickly became apparent how much you had to drink. You finished up and went to lay on Jisung’s bed, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to lay down for a bit.

“There you are.” You heard his soft voice as the door squeaked closed.

The bed dipped as Jisung sat at the end of it and you opened your eyes to look at him. His shirt had somehow disappeared from the last time you saw him, and his was suspiciously wet. Noticing you were gawking he breathed a laugh “Hyuck got the hose and the others held me down.”

“Why would they do that?” You inquired, picturing how they ganged up on him.

“Something about being a ‘bad boy’ I don’t know. I didn’t mean for everyone to find out like that. But everyone was teasing me” Jisung ran a hand through his wet hair “Even you.”

You sat up and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder “Ji, I’m one of your closest friends. I’m supposed to make fun of you”

Jisung locked eyes with you, licking his lips slowly as he observed your face. With hardly a foot separating you, the heat was beginning to build. “I did think it was a little hot” you whispered, shying away from his gaze.

He grabbed your chin to force you to make eye contact with him. “Show me how hot you thought it was”

Jisung’s words took you aback for a moment, but you collected yourself and moved slowly over his lap. The mix of alcohol and your undeniably hot friend was clearly not a good mix, but Jisung gave an order, and who were you to deny him? His hands rested on your hips and you pulled him in, meeting in a slow and sensual kiss. His lips soft against your own, and moved perfectly in sync. You swiped your tongue across his bottom lip and ground down on his growing bulge. These actions eliciting a deep moan from Jisung as he parted his lips to grant entry. The kiss turned to a heated battle for dominance involving teeth, tongues, and lips. He eventually gave in to let you lead, and you took the opportunity to slide your hand down his torso to palm him through his soaked jeans.

You pulled away and rolled your hips over him, smirking “You should probably take these off. Don't want your bed getting all wet now, do we?”

“Oh, I have a feeling it’ll get wet anyway” Jisung winked at you.

You slid off his lap to allow him to peel off his sopping clothes, and you couldn’t help but check him out as he stripped. Running your eyes down his chest to his prominent bulge, the thin fabric looked ready to burst. Jisung chuckled and made a show of removing them for you, tossing them at you playfully. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, erect in front of you for the taking.

“I told you to show me how hot you thought it was. I hope you didn’t think a kiss would suffice” His lips twisted up into a sinister grin as he sat back on the bed. “You should probably take that off too” he gestured to your dress.

Never on to disappoint, you made quick work removing the clothing that adorned your body. Jisung whispered a low ‘fuck me’ under his breath as he shamelessly checked you out while stroking himself. You kneeled before him and wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, licking a stripe up to his tip. His head tossed back as your tongue circled the head before you took him in your mouth. Jisung rested a hand on the back of your head, fisting his fingers into your hair to control the speed. Excitement wound its way through your body to your core, where it pooled between your thighs. Jisung’s breathy moans were erotic, and the pace he had set was enough for him to fill your mouth and he knew it. He pulled your head back and you looked up at him under your lashes.

“Want me to show you what I think of when I’m streaming?” he pulled you up onto the bed, and you nodded eagerly.

Jisung kissed from your neck down your chest, paying special attention to your nipples. He took time sucking hickeys across your chest, his right hand tracing up the slick of your core. He positioned himself between your legs, pulling them up to rest on his broad shoulders. A shiver ran down your spine as Jisung teased your entrance with his tip.

“So pretty for me” Jisung praised as he sunk into you.

Both of you moaning loudly as Jisung filled you. The way he stretched you out felt euphoric, and as he began thrusting into you it sent you to cloud nine. Jisung’s grip on your thighs tightened as he upped his speed. Your hands gripped his sheets tightly and he drove you closer to the edge. He pushed your legs off his shoulders and moved his hands to grip your hips instead. You palmed his chest, desperate for the release that only Jisung could give you.

“Aw my pretty girl. What do you want? Use your words” Jisung mocked your fucked out state, knowing you could hardly manage anything other than moans and cursing.

“Come” You whined beneath him.

Jisung took this as encouragement and maneuvered his hand to where your bodies met, brushing his thumb across your clit. This action caused you to shake, the simple touch feeling like ecstasy. His thrusts got sloppier as your pussy clenched around him, earning a groan from Jisung as he tossed his head back. Clearly enjoying how your body was responding to him was all he needed to finish, but he was determined for you to come. More pressure applied from his thumb to your clit and you came undone around him in a mess of tears and moans. Jisung rested his head in the crook of your neck, allowing you to hear him muttering incoherently as he finished. Slowly he pulled away from you to grab something to clean up.

He returned from his bathroom with a damp facecloth in hand to clean you up. You blushed and closed your legs. “Oh, come on, don’t get all bashful on me now” Jisung teased.

You allowed him to wipe you down before you crawled under the covers together. Jisung slung an arm across your waist to pull you flush against him. Pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before you started to drift off. Before you passed out fully you could hear your friends at the door.

“Told you so. You owe me five bucks, Mark” Renjun’s voice carried through the room.

“Never have I ever slept with my best friend after admitting I was a camboy” Hyuck said, causing everyone to laugh.

“Can you guys fuck off” Jisung tossed a pillow at the door and your friends shut it, laughter following them all the way down the hall.

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2

synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.

warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.

PART 12 / 25. PART 13 LINK.

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striking light of guns being shot in the warehouse, constant rushed footsteps overlapping each other, yells of dead fallen soldiers and innocent life’s being took…

jaemin hates to see it. the lives he took will eventually eat him up where there will be no going back for him. he knew that hell had a special place reserved just for him.

renjun quickly slides down the pole on the side, lifting the entire body mass and weight to curve to the edge, where his right dominating leg powerfully hits the japanese mafia soldier pointing gun at jaemin from behind. the japanese soldier yelled in surprise of the coming harsh kick from renjun, jaemin turning around in shock.

that was close. the japanese soldier falling off the edge into the middle pit, squashed, beaten and stamped over by the korean and japanese mafia fighting to the death and to live.

jaemin looking at Renjun, giving him a righteous path. “thanks injun. Did not see that one coming.”

the Chinese scoldingly glared at jaemin but nodded. “be more aware next time. we need you the most.” renjun admitted before leaving. jaemin glancing down reloading the gun.

‘come out yuta, you’re the one who needs to die in order to stop this war.’ jaemin spat.

“boss! boss!” haechan runs towards the taller male with a serious expression. “we overtook the best soldiers he sent, however the bastard yuta didn’t come along. we have the other soldiers hand cuffed to the front lines, waiting for the police to come.”

“areum contacted the information and roots to this whole building already, we need to leave now before they arrest us too.” haechan continued as jaemin nodded, no mater if the Korean police are also against the japanese, they will eventually be against them too; the police are not people you should trust.

especially if you’re a mafia. it’s a doomed friendship from the start.

“okay, gather renjun’s tropes and your tropes back to the base safely, take the wounded too.” jaemin pauses, saddened expression to the half dead soldiers on their side. “we can’t leave our wounded brothers when they sacrificed so much for us already.”

Haechan understood what he meant, the group aren’t like the other mafias that stereotypically do illegal work and cause violence. yes, jeno lead them with violence and with an iron fist but this was against the bad mafia groups who hurt others for the fun of it. jeno strongly wanted to do the right thing by using violence back, but now, if only he were alive he would’ve changed his ways.

park areum was the sole reason for this transformation. the woman did not only change jeno but she possibly changed everyone in the mafia. haechan gained a best friend for life out of the change along with maturity, he was able to become sensitive and show it. renjun wasn’t okay with allowing women in the training, he had strong values of them being weak— but when areum joined he was quickly proven wrong. he holds admiration for the journalist. jaemin learned to love again, haunted and trapped by his ghost ex lover, he was finally able to love and be happy with life.

she holds everyone accountable for their happiness. every soldier under jeno wants to protect areum, not just because she’s with his child now, but because they all look up to her as a role model.

the police were quicker than they thought, rushing from the entrance of the front as the tropes escaped to the back door entrance, hopping into the cars. detective baekhyun and detective chanyeol screaming with their guns aimed in the echoing warehouse. “it’s the police get on the flo- holy shit they’re escaping out the back door, go get them!” baekhyun ordering the men behind him to start chasing cars honestly.

chanyeol dropping the weapon once the men have been handcuffed on the floor with their ankles tied too. he sighs, “man we’re late again! fuck.”

Baekhyun rubs the back of the head, embarrassed. “why do i think our badge means nothing when the mafia are better at arresting than us? are they looking down at us?” baekhyun said again in disbelief.

were they being underestimated? perhaps…

areum pushes the laptop away as she munches on the donuts on the side with tea, renjun really hooked her on sweet pregnancy tea, somehow it enhanced the taste buds to her cravings.

it’s been a few weeks ever since the news of jeno being dead.

she won’t lie, it really did effect her but also the mafia group itself. jaemin was overworked and determined to find yuta, he was practically sniffing him out like a dog ready to bark and chew more than it can handle. areum helping out with gathering the morse codes and secret locations, as of right now she found five of their locations in the span of the few weeks.

jaemin and haechan were just as impressed as she was with herself because apparently, finding out japanese riddles and morse code was easy to areum! the woman carries knowledge in her blood at this point.

haechan swore that the pregnancy made her smarter. on the other hand, jisung was able to take a liking to renjun and kun, jaemin was also quite obsessed with jisung due to the cuteness he projected.

jisung taking gun lessons and how to shoot, it was kinda like call of duty for him but make it real life.

arriving back home the tropes were quick to scatter themselves around; some people went immediately to find themselves water bottles that were prepared by the people who did not go out to fight today, the soldiers that stayed in the base prepared food and water in the middle. kun was also there with medical equipment for the people that were unfortunate today.

jaemin seeing areum helping out with the soldiers water and food now, he approached forward with a tired smile.

areum smiles back, passing the water bottle and large cup of warm spicy noodles and chopsticks with side dishes on the side. “eat up. today was a success.”

jaemin takes the bottle and noddles, sitting down on the chair. clothes roughed up, hair messed up as well, blood on the sleeves and dirty hands. but he ate anyways, they were starving. dirty hands were the least on their mind right now. “not entirely success. yuta wasn’t there, so he survived yet another day.”

he sounded bitter, areum’s lips falling. he was right. but no one died on their side today. she sits nearby jaemin, watching the man eat the noddles finally. Haechan joining areum’s side.

“hey, did you eat?” hyuck spoke upbeat, dancing around as he chews on the noddles. nothing makes life more better than eating spicy noodles after fighting in the war. “i ate nonstop as i helped you guys. i was able to check everyone’s cameras attached to their clothes as well as the vitals of our team. no one died, only massive injuries.”

“i know, you were great help. thank you.” hyuck chuckled. jaemin sighs, “i did say not to get involved anymore but even my words didn’t stop you.”

areum shrugs. “you should know me by now, when did words ever stop me?” she’d cheekily say and jaemin grins, she was right. jisung came down running the large stairs, skipping as he then stole the warm new noodle box next to haechan.

the tan boy looks over seeing the boy eat heavily, “yah…park jisung…that’s my second batch of food.” he points out, jisung pulls away chewing and swallowing before replying.

“hyung just make new one later.” jisung simply told, haechan’s jaw dropping, sarcasm leaking out the tone. “yeah thanks so much, you solved my problem park jisung!”

areum glares at the two boys, scowling. “can you not argue at least for one day?”

jaemin shaking the head. “i think we found the new Tom and jerry.” he pointed out as hyucksung kept on bickering in their own world.

areum turns around to the boy, brushing down jaemin’s hair. the man felt quite safe around her so he didn’t bother flinching or moving away in surprise, allowing her fingers to lightly pat the hair down as he kept on eating. stomach going full in a minute.

“areum,” his dark voice trails. “i have favour to ask of you.” he’d tell. areum raising eyes as she nods, “yeah?”

he puts the empty cup down, sipping from the water bottle before turning his entire attention to the journalist next to him. admiring the beautiful face he’s met with. “why don’t you go back to the cabin for a little bit? it might help you relax and stay in jeno’s presence more. i just, don’t want you stressed with police and mafia world. i need you away for a little. can you do that for me?”

the cabin was something areum rather avoided— not because she hated the place, she absolutely loves the cabin. it holds so many fun memories of her and jeno, it was the day they really started clicking emotionally and making them understand each other. but areum is scared that she will break down when she goes inside the cabin, only thing she will be reminded of is jeno itself.

she doesn’t know how to deal with this emotional and physical pain absence of the man, in fact, the only thing areum does to avoid feeling the reality is by working.

jaemin saw the uncertain expression falling, he was quick to gently hold areum’s hands in his. hiss like breathe coming out, deeply resting the forehead onto areum’s shoulder. areum was silent, but she was thinking about it. “i know this might be hard for you but..”

“i’ll do it.” areum mutters catching jaemin out midway, he pulls away with wide eyes. “you mean it?” he trails, areum nodding slowly.

“the bed sheets are losing his scent, they only smell of me now, hopefully the cabin bed will be different...” areum mutters looking down. jeno’s presence is slowly leaving and she still wasn’t ready to let go. jaemin squeezed her hands in his hands tightly, whispering. “i’m so sorry areum. i’ll try to spray all his perfumes he wore often on them to make you happy.”

areum embarrassed, she laughs gently. “that’s kind of embarrassing now, don’t worry about it.” jaemin let’s go off the hands, smiling. “it’s not. i completely understand it, when you really love someone you can’t help but like their smell.”

it somehow made areum realise that when you really care of someone, you become attached to the slightest things that reminds you of them. jaemin was similar to areum, he used nayoung’s perfumes on his clothes before.

jisung hums slowly joining in, “i agree, mina wears my hoodies ever since we are doing long distance. i guess it helps you feel more closer to them when they’re not around you as much.”

Haechan gasps, “you have a girlfriend? You?” the younger boy scrunching the nose up in an upset pout.

“yeah and you don’t? shocking, right.” jisung shot, haechan’s expression falling. “bro don’t even test me today, i told you i have girls!”

jaemin did not waste the time putting areum to the cabin, in the next few minutes after travelling for hours she will arrive at the cabin completely. It’s late going nightfall.

the car stopping at the front, areum taking the large bag that she packed, she were first to get out soaring a glance to kun and renjun.

“thanks for the ride. I’ll call you when I’m ready to leave.” areum tells, renjun nodding at the passage seat. kun spoke out sternly, “remember that you’re entering your tenth week in the pregnancy soon, so don’t over work yourself.”

areum shortly smiles. “i know, don’t worry about me. keep an eye on jisung and update me on the situation.” they nodded before the car drove off reversing and then leaving through the wood path for the vehicles. everyone seemingly to be asleep except for animals that are nocturnal.

the women made herself go inside with the spare keys jaemin gave, as she enters with the door closed, the memories flooding areum’s brain haywire. the way jeno stumbled down the stairs worried areum was possibly kidnapped or left without a word, the way she came home drunk and he had to take care of her.

mr and ms Kim’s twins were here playing with him on the ground, the sweet lingering memory came with a hint of sadness. she purses a deep breathe that left her shaken, walking upstairs.

creaking left and right until she arrives to the top of the open bedroom, large wide windows allowing the starry sky overlooking the clean bed. the times where they shared it for the first time…

areum wasn’t sure how to feel other than needing to cry out, maybe it’s the pregnancy making it even worse with her amount of mood swings. she’d put the bag down on the bed, sniffling the wet nose.

squeaking…

the door slowly swung open, a heavy slow motion movement of the door she swore she closed. it did not take her a moment to realise because it was already telling her intuitively, that someone was standing behind the door ready to launch at her.

the woman grabbing a gun that she took with her, turning around with eyes darkly eyeing the person who came out at the same time. Door opening to reveal.

the person who was behind the door, had their own gun ready to shoot the person but they stopped lowering it a little. their mouth was about to open until a shot was heard, making the person flinch scared for their life.

areum tightly holding the shaking gun when she accidentally shot out of nervousness and amount of shock running down her body, freezing it. skin going deadly pale as her eyes wide in disbelief, tears streaming, heavy hot breathe exhaling out, hands turbulence in front.

the man was quick to relax his stiffen body as thankfully the bullet missed the body by an inch, quick to realise that the woman was simply scared. the relaxing soothing voice, he couldn’t grasp why areum was so shocked as if she saw a ghost.

little did he know he was presumed dead to areum. he didn’t realise it sooner, but areum was shocked unable to figure out if this was her delusional mind playing tricks or if it were reality.

“areum, hey, slowly lower the gun.” jeno soothingly told approaching very cautious and on alert, areum’s wet pupils shaking when the man came closer slowly. areum gulping, “stay back- you’re supposed to be dead.” she spat.

jeno quickly stops, mind going blank. “what?” areum stuttering, “you got shot and died. everyone came back except you. this is my mind playing tricks on me.” the words were fast paced, jeno gathered so much info in just a small amount of sentence. he shakes his head. “areum, listen to me..”

the voice felt so real to areum so comforting, she longed to listen to that voice for weeks, but it can’t be reality can it?

“please, i promise you I’m alive. i survived.” jeno quietly told coming to the front again, this time areum staying quietly as she sobs gently. she felt a hand finally lower the gun and take it from her own grip, dropping the gun to the floor.

her lungs largely inhale as she looks up, jeno eyeing the woman with kind eyes, his body engulfing her close to his chest. “see, i’m alive..?” it was almost a question rather than a statement.

areum only sobbed harder shaking her head, hitting his chest the more he pulled areum closer, mumbling words of hurt and sadness as well as relief too. everything was high on emotion, jeno unable to say anything but take whatever areum was giving him.

she hits his chest as her hiccuping voice from roughly crying, “you got shot! do you wish to die?!” she grabs the collar, upset that jeno ended up getting hurt but at the same time this was out of love and relief. jeno knew this. he looks at the woman who pulled him down by his collar.

he couldn’t lie but areum scolding him will always have him on his knees melting, he somehow found it even more attractive. areum awaiting an answer in small silence.

“did i ever tell you that you’re hot when you are angry?” jeno whispers with half smirk lips, areum biting the bottom lip, stale voice speaking. “lee jeno i’m serious.”

“areum.” jeno spoke out again wiping those crying eyes that sparkly whenever she’d sob, areum had him under her spell. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for scaring you, for making you believe i was dead.”

the woman wasn’t expecting jeno to go on his knees in front of areum, holding her legs with his veiny hands. she gulps at the sight of jeno being the submissive one. no arguing, just him accepting that he was in the wrong, that areum was scared and that she really loves him for being depressed for these weeks. jeno understood everything.

he didn’t need to be in his ego for areum. she had no other way but to no longer stay upset, as her hands grab a hold of jeno’s jaw pulling the man up.

jeno on the knees with his face stretching forward into a longing deep kiss, areum passionately putting in the emotions on something she desired to do for so long. the man melting in the action his face following the woman’s dominating loving side, as his jaw was still held by areum.

areum breaking the kiss, jeno dimming down watching the woman pull with a breathy intake. she murmurs softly, “I’m…”

“pregnant, jeno…”

everything felt surreal to the man when hearing those words come out of his loved one. jeno looking at areum before standing up, looking at the stomach as he came forward with his hands lightly perking on the top.

the clothes made it seem like there was no bump, but there most definitely was a little one forming. jeno felt it, the round shape above in his palm. his eyes twitching in excitement and sparkling as if he were the most happy person on the planet. areum watching the reaction, jeno spoke first.

“areum, how many weeks..?” jeno trails, happily smiling. areum was really in awe at the positive reaction. “nine weeks, jeno are you…not upset?”

the man shaking his head quickly. “areum, i love you. a baby with you won’t change my love for you, in fact— it only increased my love for you.” he slowly trails, going on his knees as he slowly hugs the little bump.

in such gentle manner, areum couldn’t help but smile like a giddy idiot.

“i’m going to be a dad.” jeno softly tells, looking up to the woman who nods softly. “mhmm, so don’t get shot again.” she’d bring up again, he couldn’t help but think her stubbornness was always going to be hard to look past.

but he loves her, he deserves to be told off for his off guard actions. “you really won’t let go off it will you?” jeno whines.

she still is his karma for sure, but this time, areum is his good karma.

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Y’all take a guess if it’s a boy or a girl or how many, because i have that already planned out 😳😳…

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Hi! You can call me Vinet! Am currently an active writer for NCT (127, DREAM and WayV). If you have any requests for any members, do send me a request! I just don't do smut as I'm not comfortable writing them. But I don't mind a slight steamy make-out session.

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Crush on You || P.JS

PAIRING ▸ Jisung x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ friends to lovers, smut, fluff, college!au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, mentions of cheating, alcohol mentions, sub/virgin Jisung, corruption kink reader, Dom!reader, cumming in pants, overstimulation, Jisung getting the best handjob of his life, begging, multiple orgasms, slight cum eating, edging

SUMMARY ▸ Jisung is a little too innocent for his own good, and when he asks you to help him fix that your friendship takes a slight turn.... okay, maybe a big turn.

WORD COUNT▸ 5.1k

“Cut the bullshit, Hyuck.” You growled, beyond angry: pissed. It had only been a week since your, now ex-boyfriend, Sehun, had been caught giving head to some random girl at Mingi’s party.

“I’m not defending him or anything I’m just telling you, I saw him. He was so wasted I thought someone put something in his drink.” Haechan shrugged, signs of worry loosely hanging in his tone.

“Dumbass!” You scoffed, swatting the boy’s head, a little harder than intended, “Ugh! I’m done here.” You spat coldly, gathering your textbooks and notebooks before throwing them uncaringly into your bag as you stormed out of the room, leaving poor Donghyuck in the dust.

Donghyuck, or Haechan, has been your best friend since the beginning of time. The both of you met way back, maybe in seventh grade. You couldn’t remember shit.

The only thing you were certain of was that the two of you were in the same Science class and sat at the same table. But honestly, it was bound to happen. His nice, caring, gentle, yet funny, protective, and reasoning spirit paired with your “cold” and straightforward one was perfect.

Both of you decided to put in the effort to stay best friends as long as possible, and so far it was working.

If you wanted to talk, he would listen. Not daring to speak so that he wouldn’t miss a single detail. Sometimes you wondered how you achieved having such a guy like him in your life. You wanted to thank him, to show affection, but you just couldn’t do it no matter how hard you tried.

“Jesus-”

“Hey! Watch it!” You yelled, turning around hastily to see a tall, lanky- yet handsome man you had never seen around here before. A deep blush crept onto his face at his embarrassment.

He was wearing a turquoise bomber jacket, dark blue jeans, and the cleanest white sneakers you have ever laid your eyes on. Your pupils lingered on his hair. That shiny, dark brown hair hung over his eyes slightly.

Shit. He was hot.

“Sorry to bother you… I’m Park Jisung.”

Two years later

It was mid-spring, the best time to explore outside of campus and hang out with your friends- at least for you and Hyuck.

The two of you took the time out of your day to go to the gigantic, yet tranquil park just around campus. Your current position made children stare as your head was resting in Donghyuck’s lap, his fingers softly playing with your hair.

“Y/n? Are you awake? If so, hopefully, you never open your eyes again.” The boy joked, flicking your forehead with his middle finger and rolling his eyes. Haechan pushed you off of his lap lightly before getting up and stretching out his limbs.

“Wow, what a way to treat a girl Haechan,” Called a voice not far from where the two of you were sitting under a tree. “We made it.”

Haechan snickered, lowering his voice to a whisper and bending down to your ear, “Your man is here,” Your face contorted with annoyance as you slapped the back of Haechan’s head before he could move away.

Jisung. Park Jisung and your friends. Xiaojun, Jungwoo, Taeil, Yuta, and Chenle.

A year ago, you would probably be thirsting over all of them desperate to get into their pants. When Donghyuck introduced them to you it was an entirely different story. The thought of your past self made you cringe in embarrassment.

They weren’t the type of people you would want to fuck. You wanted to be their friend, and you didn’t say that about people very often. It just so happened that they weren’t afraid of being weirded out by you, even with your reputation around campus.

But Jisung, Jisung was a different story. You wanted to fuck him so badly, but you couldn’t. Everyone and their mother knew that Park Jisung is still a virgin. Hell, you don’t even think he masturbates. He was so shy the first time you guys met he wouldn’t dare look you straight in the eye.

Of course, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin but sex with you- he just wasn’t ready even if he wanted it or not.

So caught up in your head, you don’t realize the boys are having a full on conversation, ears only picking up on Jungwoo’s voice as he says something out of pocket.

“What if wearing no clothes outside of your house was normalized?” Jungwoo blurted, a light chuckle slipping past your lips at his words.

“Woo, I’m pretty sure nobody wants to see your little two-inch dick anyways.” Taunted Chenle from behind you, causing everyone to holler with laughter.

“Hey! You’ve all seen my dick at least once! It’s not even small!”

When you and your friends were together, time was the most important thing in the world. For some reason you felt free- you felt happy and grateful that you had these men by your side. It had always been just you and Haechan for the longest time, only a few students daring to talk to the both of you. In the end, they never ended up lasting more than a few months with you.

_____

“Y/n? Are you listening?” Jisung called out, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I said can I please talk to you for a second? Alone…” He finished, looking over his shoulder to see if anyone else was paying attention.

At this point, the rest of the boys were either walking around the park or looking around for someplace to get food for you and your friends The only reason you two were left alone was that “Jisung needs someone to protect him” as the eldest Taeil says.

“Right now?” You questioned, your head tilting on its own in curiosity.

“Yes, right now. Come on.” Jisung stated, roughly dragging you by your hand along with him behind a large tree a couple meters away. It had gotten pretty dark now, and he made sure the rest of the boys were nowhere in sight.

“Y/n, I-I wanted to- um, ask you if you could uhh- maybe teach me how to do stuff… with girls,” Your eyebrows raise in surprise but you stay quiet. “There’s this girl I really like. I-I don’t want her to think I’m an amateur or something because I’ve only kissed one girl. I really need your help.”

Little did you know the girl he was crushing on was indeed, you.

“Jisung. Stop.” The boy’s face fell as you spoke. He opened his mouth to speak up once more but you cut him off, “Damn I knew you were a virgin but tell me you’re joking about the kissing a girl part.” You teased, a cheeky grin etching its way onto your features.

The boy sighed in embarrassment and frustration, “I have kissed girls before! Please Y/n? I’m being serious. I don’t know how to do that stuff and I want to ask this girl to go on a date with me. You’re the only girl I know how to talk to and I need you to help me with this.” 

You smiled inwardly at his statement. You both knew damn well that Jisung barely knew how to speak to you half of the time due to his random bursts of nervousness, much like now.

“I’ll have to think about it. But why don’t we gather the boys up and ditch this place?” You insisted, grabbing his arm and dragging him along to find the boys before he could answer. You wouldn’t miss the chance to tell Hyuck about this later, that’s for sure.

It was embarrassing.

The way Jisung felt about his proposal to you was embarrassing. The entire car ride to your and Haechan’s shared home was spent with his eyes on you, taking in your beauty. Jisung wasn’t dumb. He knows when he sees a pretty girl, and that made him nervous. You made him nervous, but he was too scared to admit that to anyone besides the voices in his head.

His daze was broken when Chenle spoke up with a proposal, “When we get to the house we should play something fun. Never have I ever, beer pong, two truths, and a lie…” You hummed in agreement with what he was saying but never really paid attention to his words.

The other boys nodded in unison, some voicing their agreement. The rest of the ride home was filled with Haechan and Yuta bickering about something, you were too tired to comprehend anything at the moment. the soft howl of the wind, droplets of rain, and the endless sky were slowly lulling you to sleep, and before you knew it you were knocked out.

_____

You woke up to the sounds of arguing once again. Eyes fluttering to adjust to the light, you took in your surroundings. You were stationed on Haechan’s couch, the rest of the boys gathered together in the kitchen playing some sort of game.

You shuffled on the couch, about to alert the boys you were awake when you overheard Taeil’s voice.

“Jisung, we all know you like her. If you don’t confess soon you’re going to lose her,” The rest of the boys nodded in agreement at the eldest’s statement.

Jisung looked at his friends with hesitance while scratching the back of his neck anxiously, “Guys… you know I can’t. I tried to but I just couldn’t. Look at her and then look at me. She will never see me as more than a friend,” He finished, sighing at the thought of being rejected.

It felt like a brick wall had slammed into you when the jealousy hit. You wanted him to feel that way about you, not anyone else. You wanted him to yourself at that moment, practically jumping off of the couch to get their attention.

Your actions startled the men in the kitchen, the majority of them giving you a questioning look of concern. Jisung on the other hand was as red as a tomato, twiddling with his fingers and looking everywhere but at you.

You sauntered over to your friends, acting clueless, “What are we talking about over here boys?” You questioned, wrapping your arms around Hyuck’s torso while snuggling your face into his back.

Haechan laughed nervously at your position before making up a stupid lie in his head, “Oh nothing… we were just about to play two truths and a lie,”

You could see Xiaojun and Jungwoo rolling their eyes from the corner of your vision at Haechan’s stupid lie but held composure. Jisung on the other hand was almost shaking with nervousness at your presence, his confession earlier making his head spin with uncertainty.

“Let’s just continue playing, just add Y/n into the mix,” Shrugs Yuta, sipping on what you assumed was beer in a red plastic cup.

Jisungs eyes flickered to you momentarily and you didn’t miss it, his heart thumped against his chest and the boy looked away quickly. Your eyes stayed on his form, piercing into his skull waiting for him to make eye contact with you once more but it never came.

Your friends were starting to pick up on the tension between you and Jisung the longer the night went on, eyes flickering back and forth from each of you throughout each game. Haechan and Jungwoo even made a bet that Jisung would confess his feelings first.

All of the boys knew about your little crush on Jisung, except for the poor boy himself. It aggravated you sometimes how blind he could be but toying with his innocence from time to time was exhilarating. The thought of corrupting the poor guy made you more turned on than you’d like to admit.

_____

It was past 2 am when the boys announced their departure, and you couldn’t help but pout at the thought of Jisung leaving so soon.

“Why can’t you guys just stay over for the night? Haechan has enough rooms and blankets for you guys,” Your eyes found their place on Haechan before he nodded in approval at your suggestion.

Your friends talked among themselves before deciding on sleeping over, claiming rooms and spaces throughout the house. Xiaojun and Yuta claimed the living room, Haechan and Chenle would use Haechan’s room, Taeil and Jungwoo decided on the guest room, and surprisingly, Jisung was left with you. In your room. Alone.

Jisung gulped hard at the thought of being alone with you while his friends were sleeping. The thought of what you could do to him made blood rush to his cock.

“Alright Jisung, I made you a little platform of blankets in case you want to sleep on the floor, but my bed is always available too,” You winked, your voice getting more seductive as the sentence went on.

Jisung swore you were hinting at something but decided to let it go in case he was wrong. “Thank you, Y/n.” The boy quickly laid down on the floor of blankets, not sparing another look in your direction.

The room was silent after that, the only noises to be heard were the sounds of even breathing. Neither of you were truly asleep and the atmosphere was still tense.

The silence was broken when Jisung spoke up, “Y/n, I just want to apologize about earlier. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable or awkward,”

You battled yourself in your head, trying to decide whether or not you should mess with Jisung or just simply go to sleep. It was sad to admit that you let the intrusive thoughts win again.

“Jisung,” You purred, catching the boy by surprise, “You said you needed help, right?” You rolled over to get a clear view of Jisung, eyes landing on your target immediately. Jisung was splayed out on the floor, blankets messily hanging over his long body. One look into his eyes and you could see how weak he was for you.

Climbing out of bed, you took slow steps towards Jisung as if he were your prey. The boy was in nothing but shock as you finally reached his frozen form, straddling him as you sat down on his pelvic area.

The boy under you finally seemed to snap out of his imagination, realizing that this was actually happening. His hands found a place on your hips automatically, blood rushing to his cock against his sweatpants.

You had him in a trance as you set your hands under his t-shirt and onto his body, starting with his abs, moving to his nipples, and back down to his abs again. Jisung was practically panting in anticipation, not a single word leaving either of your mouths.

“Baby boy, you’re gonna have to be quiet if you don’t want others to wake up and find us, understood?” Waiting for an answer, you ground yourself down onto his half-hard dick, eliciting a sharp moan from his throat.

“Ah, fuck,- yes, I promise,” he swore, fingers tightening around your sides at the pleasure he received. You continued grinding down onto his cock with a steady pace, not nearly enough friction for you but Jisung seemed to be enjoying it a bit too much. He was a hot mess under you already, squirming and moaning without shame at your ministrations.

You smiled down at him wickedly, the boy under you becoming embarrassed by your continuous stare, Jisung closed his eyes and tilted his head back in pleasure, the fact he was getting close to cumming by a little bit of grinding was humiliating.

“You’re my little toy. Isn’t that right Jisung?”

His gut twisted at your words, he was close. He knew he was going to cum if you kept going. Jisung was ashamed, humiliated by the thought of cumming in his pants. He tried to hold off for a bit longer but hearing a low moan escape your lips was enough to push him over the edge.

With a shudder and a guttural moan, Jisung came in his pants, panting heavily into the air. The sudden motion of your lips on his was too much for him to handle. He kissed back with all of his might, trying to keep up with your sloppy and fast pace.

He must be dreaming. He had to be.

“Y/n… I came,” he blurted, his own eyes finally opening to look back into your own anxiously. He wondered if you were the type for punishments, his dick twitching at the thought.

“It’s ok baby boy, I know you’ve waited so long for this. I’ll let you cum as many times as you want, as long as you repay the favor,”

His eyebrows perked up at your proposal, nodding more eagerly than he meant to. You smiled at the man under you before instructing him to sit up and let you take his spot.

Jisung finally threw the covers off of himself in a hurry, revealing a very obvious damp spot on his sweatpants. His cheeks were a deep shade of red, and Jisung was happy it was dark enough in the room for you not to see.

Jisung kneeled before you patiently while you hooked your fingers into the side of your sleeping shorts and panties, wiggling them down your hips slowly, almost as if you were putting on a private show for him.

Jisung licked his lips uncontrollably at the sight of your bare pussy, his cock starting to become hard once again. He had dreamed of this too many times to count. He may not be an expert but he had imagined making you cum so many times before in his dreams.

You spread your legs, pulling them up to your chest. Jisung dived in immediately, a sloppy technique yet good stimulation. The word ‘slow’ wasn’t in his vocabulary at this point. He slurped and groaned into your pussy desperately, a vibration of pleasure traveling through your body.

Jisung panted heavily between breaths, marveling at the sight of your pussy, “Fuck- you taste so good,” He groaned, swirling his tongue around your clit.

You gripped onto his hair tightly, tugging on his roots without mercy. Jisung moaned whenever you pulled at him, only spurring him on more. He was so desperate to make you cum, he needed it so badly.

“You’re doing so good baby, fuck-” A hard suck to your clit has you moaning out loudly, back arching off of the floor in pleasure. Jisung wraps his hands around your thighs to keep you still while he continues his ruthless ministrations on your pussy.

Jisung glances up at you from in between your thighs. He had never seen anything sexier. Your head was thrown back in ecstasy, still pulling at his locks roughly. The moment your eyes met something snapped in him. He desired you, needed you to come undone on his tongue.

He pushed his face deeper against your pussy, desperate to see you, to taste you. “Please, please cum, I need it so bad please,” He begged, sucking your clit with fervor.

You were a mess. Thighs shaking and eyes lidded from pleasure. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge as Jisung suffocated himself in your pussy, eating you out like a starved man.

Panting, you brought his hand up to your mouth before sucking on his digits while maintaining eye contact, “Finger me, baby, make me cum,” You instructed.

Jisung was no professional but he was sure good at what he was doing. He mentally high-fived himself at the remembrance of studying the female body a couple of weeks ago, the information reminding him to curl his fingers and find your ‘g-spot’.

Inserting his middle and ring fingers into your pussy, Jisung attached his mouth back onto your clit, sucking hard. The wet sounds of your pussy and the two of you moaning were the only sounds that filled the air. You moaned out a little too loudly, secretly hoping the walls weren’t as thin as they seemed.

The boy fingered you with intensity, curling his fingers up into your g-spot with precision.

This boy is insane, you thought.

Your hips arched off of the floor once more and your thighs trembled, fighting to close themselves from the immense pleasure you were receiving.

Jisung panted into your pussy pleading for you to come undone once more, “I need to taste you so bad, please cum Y/n I can’t take it- fuck,” Jisung rutted his hips into the soft blankets beneath him desperately, stimulating himself just enough to feel an orgasm coming. The longer he fingered you the more frantic he became, fingers disappearing in and out of you hurriedly, his hips frantically thrusting into the mattress, wishing it was your wet cunt.

With a final suck on your clit and pump of his slim fingers you were gone. Your head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream. Your back arched with pleasure, hips stuttering as you came on Jisungs tongue.

Moments later, Jisung moans, a high-pitched tone that signals he was cumming. Tears pricked at his eyes from how hard he came, his vision becoming blurry. He couldn’t stop cumming. It felt like an eternity before he let out a choked sob, burying his face into the side of your thigh while panting heavily.

You chuckled out of breath, fingers lazy combing through Jisungs hair. Your eyes closed at the loss of energy but Jisung still had other plans. The boy licked at your dripping folds softly, trying his hardest to lick up all of the cum leaking out.

A whine left your lips at the feeling, too weak to push his head away from your oversensitive opening. “Jisung- shit, take your shirt off and lay down,” You ordered, Fingers continuing to brush through his locks.

His tongue left your pussy in an instant, flinging his shirt off of his body and moving to lay flat on his back once again. The boy gulped in anticipation as you crawled over him, hands feeling his body until you reached his sensitive cock. You palmed his cock eagerly, he was nowhere near small.

Jisung held his breath in impatience, wondering what you would do to him. You pulled his sweatpants down in a flash, marveling at the sight of his unrestrained cock.

Jisung groaned in embarrassment at the sight of you staring at his dick so shamelessly, shutting his eyes sheepishly. Your hands softly made their way up his body, reaching their destination at his neck.

The boy under you gasped softly at the feeling of your fingers tracing along the veins in his neck, almost as if you were hesitant. “I’ll do that another time, I don’t think you’re ready,” Jisung was clueless at your actions as you continued mindlessly tracing along his neck.

“I need to know that you want this Jisung,” You were being stern, letting him know that if he wanted you to stop that you would in an instant.

He nodded eagerly at your words, “Don’t stop… please,”

In a swift movement, your lips were on his neck, kissing along the expanse of his jaw in the process. Soft moans escaped the boy’s mouth as you continued, slowly kissing your way down his body.

Jisung shuddered against your touch as you went lower and lower, kissing against his lower abdomen teasingly. Just as Jisung was about to tangle his hands in your hair when you suddenly pulled away from his touch.

“I don’t think you deserve to be sucked off yet,” you teased, fingers finding their place around his hard cock, “how about I help you out with my hand instead?”

Jisung was completely hard again, his cock standing straight against his abdomen. He was completely under your power, whining at the contact. He was so sensitive due to his prior orgasms, already trying to wiggle free from your grasp.

Jisung placed his hand on yours that was wrapped around his cock, “Y/n, I-I can’t cum anymore… it hurts,” he whined, eyes shut tight at the pain.

“I know you can baby, one more time for me?” Your pleading made him cave sooner than expected, a simple nod from Jisung was all the permission you needed before slowly moving your hand up and down around his cock.

Jisung cried out, loud enough that anyone in the house could hear. You pulled your hand away from his cock immediately, scolding him for his loudness with your stern expression.

Your eyes quickly darted around the room, looking for a particular item. Bingo. You quickly grabbed your panties from beside your sweaty bodies and stuffed them into Jisung’s mouth without hesitation, a surprised gasp emitting from his mouth at the suddenness of it all.

“If you want to cum again you have to be a good boy for me and take what I give you, ok?” Under you, Jisung nodded instantly, a muffled “yes” slipping from his lips.

Once again, you wrapped your hand around Jisung’s cock, a muffled hiss coming from the boy beneath you. His cock was so sensitive from orgasming twice already, he didn’t think he could handle your fist wrapped around his cock for long before he exploded again.

You started pumping your closed fist around his dick slowly while paying attention to his facial expressions. He was fucked out already, eyes shut tight in the pain and pleasure you had reigned upon him.

Suddenly moving faster, a choked moan escaped his lips, hips bucking up to fuck himself into your hand faster. Your hand felt so good, Jisung was in absolute euphoria at the feeling.

You didn’t try to stop him from fucking himself into your hand, you just watched him; watched as hot tears slipped down his face from the overwhelming sensation called you.

Strangled moans and the slickness of your fist jerking Jisung off with fervor were the only audible sounds in the room.

You could tell Jisung was close by the way his muffled groans grew louder, and the way his thrusts into your hand began to get sloppy was an unmistakable sign of his incoming orgasm.

“Oh my god- shit, please don’t stop” Poor Jisung. He had no idea what you were planning, did he?

“I’m so close” And just like that, your hand was off of his dick once again.

Jisung cried out into your panties, begging you to let him cum. He looked like an absolute mess; misplaced pieces of hair, tears streaming down his face, the red tint on his skin. It was all because of you, and the thought turned you on to no end.

“Shhh, it’s okay baby. I think you deserve your reward now. Think you can handle it?”

Immediately, he was nodding, the only source of communication between the two of you. You watched as Jisung tensed up under your touch as you placed your hand back onto his sensitive dick for the last time that night.

Deciding it had been long enough, you removed your panties from Jisungs mouth, a trail of spit latched onto them from the boy's mouth.

“I can’t take it, please… please I’m so close.” Jisung was whimpering under you, his legs twitching from the amount of pleasure he was receiving from your actions. Tears stained Jisungs cheeks as he begged for you to let him come undone, and you wanted to reward him for being so good for you tonight.

You stroked his tears away and used your free hand to latch your fingers through his own in reassurance, letting him know he could finally explode. “I’m gonna cum- fuck-“ a harsh moan began to rip through his throat, your lips immediately silencing the noise with a passionate kiss as he came in your hand, hips bucking in satisfaction.

When Jisung went completely still under you. Your fist finally left his now softening cock, a shudder leaving his body in unison with your actions.

Questioning his well-being, you lifted yourself away from his body, setting yourself on his upper thighs. “How about I get you cleaned up? Just stay right here I know you’re tired.”

Jisung whined as your warm body left his, searching for the right supplies to get him all cleaned up. As you returned, the poor boy was fast asleep on the blanket-covered floor, face stained with tear marks and a mess all over his abdomen.

Softly waking Jisung from his slumber, you cleaned him gently, soon offering him a pair of Haechan’s old sweatpants. “You can sleep in my bed with me if you want to Jisung.” You suggested, a soft tone that made his heart melt. A sluggish nod was all it took for him to come climbing into your bed with you, instantly tangling himself onto you for cuddles. He dozed off rather quickly, your hands softly cradling through his hair to help him have a good night's sleep.

“Xiaojun! Run me my motherfucking money!” Your body jolted awake at the sound of a familiar voice yelling down the hall, only to realize Yuta was standing in your doorway, a clear view of Jisungs face nuzzled into your chest fast asleep.

Jumping out of bed, you slapped Yuta on his shoulder playfully, a smirk etching its way onto your features, “Get out!” slamming the door and locking it in his face was your only source of privacy.

You yawned, turning back around to face your bed where Jisung lay, eyes now open and peering into your own. “So, about last night-” you started.

“I enjoyed it. I really did Y/n,” His sudden outburst surprised you but you remained silent, letting the boy finish. “I really want to do it again but uh- if you don’t want to we don’t have to... I mean...” 

A smile made its way onto your face as he continued with his rambling, “... I just really like you and uh- I wanted to ask if you would like to go out with me sometime,” He looked away awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck in nervousness.

You could never reject a kind soul like Jisung, and he still had so much more to learn. You liked that idea. Going on a real date with Jisung after secretly crushing on him for almost three years.

“I’d like that Jisung,”

In all honesty, he was not expecting you to say yes. The boy jumped out of bed and ran to scoop you up into a tight, warm embrace that swept you off your feet. “I’m so happy you said yes,”

Jisung planted his lips against yours in a sudden kiss, but this time it was different. Last night your kisses were rushed and sloppy, but now, they were meaningful and soft.

Pulling away, the two of you stared into each other's eyes, and you realized you were both genuinely happy. 

That was all that mattered to you.

A/n: This might be a little bad LMAO. Ya’ll, I’m a little bit rusty after going on my hiatus but I hope you still enjoyed reading <3