#jisung x reader

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Well I think I need more pervy Han fics now

dirty laundry & wet dreams

reader x perv!han smut | mdni 2.4k jisung has a big fat crush on you and the only way he can cope with his feeings is to jack off to the thought of you with the clothes he's stolen nsfw tags under the cut

perv!jisung, roommates AU, somnophilia (that means non con), bodywhorship (f), panty snifffer!han, scent kink, jisung is just obssesed with you tbh, jisung takes pictures of you while you sleep, getting caught kink, groping, masturbation (m), oral (f), squirting, cum eating

a/n: i have been thinking about this for a long a time. thank you everyone that voted for han i think the perv thing suits him he just extra pervy and we love to see it <3 also dont mind me being obsessed with his hair (im fine) (no im not)

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Jisung sighed in frustration again. Still nothing! He’s been salvaging your laundry basket for this past week and there’s nothing he’s interested in. 

He settled for your dirty gym tank top and stuffed it in his pocket before leaving the shared bathroom and heading to his room.

You see, Jisung has had a silly little crush on you for a year now and that’s the only way he knows that helps him cope. That way he can act normal to you during the day, doing standard roommate stuff, like sharing a meal or watching anime together on your tiny laptop screen set on the coffee table in your student flat.

That way he can do all these without catching his eyes plunging into your cleavage showing every time you bent down a little to scoop food into your mouth. Or he can keep his hands to himself when you're sitting so close to him in the small couch, when your beautiful thighs are pressed to his own and he feels this rush through his body, grabbing a cushion to hide away the growing problem in his groin. His thumb lightly brushing over it under the cushion as he laughs at the show and comments casually on it with you. As if it’s nothing. 

Because he knows at night he’ll swipe your PJ's and press them to his face as if he was ready to absorb them through his nostrils. Snort your scent like a drug and let it take him to ecstasy, his mind traveling to a place where you are his, where he can smell and taste you. where he can feel your heated lips on his, where he can hear your blazing skin clashing against his, where he can feel how tight you are, how wet you are just for him, trembling, shaking, moaning for him.

But tonight it doesn't work. He took the sport top off his face out of frustration. He stayed there immobile laid on his bed as the heavy and hot  summer air engulfed itself through his cracked window. 

The smell doesn't do it for him… Of course it’s nice, it smells like you! But it also smelled like perfume and deodorant… that he didn’t like he liked your true smell, like nature intended it! To him you didn't need these artifices, your most natural self was perfect.

That’s why he would always steal your PJ’s because usually you hop in the shower at night then hop into your night clothes and spend the night in them, beautifully infusing them with your divine scent and refined flavour and Jisung would steal them in the morning to soil them at night. That was his perfect routine. He doesn't know why you’re keeping your dirty PJ’s in your room now, not putting them in the basket every morning like you used to. 

But tonight he decides it’s too much, it’s been weeks he hasn’t been able to take a good whiff of your scent and he decides he’s just going to get the clothes directly from your bedroom. Before he has the chance to chicken out he slips on his shorts back and heads to your room.

He almost levitates in the hall. He feels a light warm breeze on his bare chest as he tiptoes to your room. 

Thankfully your door is pressed shut not locked he doesn't even have to push on the creaking handle just lightly push in the door. But his heart stops when he spots you.

You are sound asleep, the city lights seeping from your open window, the light summer wind gently blowing on your heated and soft skin. Your breath quietly whistles as the air slither in and out of your lips between your teeth. Your hair beautifully spilled onto the pillow. You are absolutely breathtaking and also completely nude.

Jisung hears his heart beat in his ears, the accelerated blood flow drilling in his eardrums, making his chest heave up and down silently, sucking in one shaky breath after the other.

He only wanted to swipe a top and maybe a pair of panties from you he never ever even dared to hope to find you like this. Spread on your bed in all your glory. Never has he had the privilege to have such a view so he admired your body for long seconds, without a care for the discarded PJ’s next to your bed. Those were the last things on Jisung’s mind right now. 

He was only obsessed with you, with the way you breathed so calmly, with the way the light breeze made your perfect nipples harden, with the way your heavenly face seemed so peaceful, so tranquil with both your arms resting beside it as you laid on your back, your breast lightly spilling to your sides. Your beautiful legs extended in front of you. You looked fabricated, too perfect to be earthly. A piece of art, a masterpiece, a perfection only achievable by God themselves. 

Jisung swallowed thickly as he velvet traded to your bedside, entranced by your form. His eyes trailed down from your neck to your breasts to your stomach and even lower. What he wouldn’t give for you to spread your legs. Just a little so he could have a small peak at the object of his every thought. The secret and mysterious wonder he has been only able to imagine for this past year. If only you could just move, just a little bit.

Squeeeeek

One of the boards of the wooden floor creaked as Jisung stepped on it. He froze in his tracks, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, eyebrows knitting on his forehead. He stayed completely still and held his breath, his eyes instantly snapping back to your face. And he prayed, he prayed so piously in silence that you wouldn’t wake up to see him hunched over you like a creep.

And his prayers were answered. You didn’t wake up, instead you just lightly squirmed and parted your thighs.

Jisung’s jaw dropped to the floor as his eyes fell lower on your frame again, only this time it was right on your center. The brunette couldn’t believe his eyes he couldn’t process. You were absolutely beautiful. Every inch of you, from head to toe, was perfection and he couldn’t help but to stare you down right between the legs. 

But the uncomfortable feeling of his shorts restricting his hard on brought him back. There was no way he could just swipe the PJ’s now and go back. He couldn’t do it, whatever it was that he was trying to do in his room and failing miserably he had to do right here, right now. Why would he go back and imagine you when he could simply look at you?

With a shaky breath and trembling hands he whipped his painfully hard cock out. He didn’t even bother tugging down the shorts, only passing the member through one of the legs of the shorts. 

He grabbed his dick at the base firmly and slowly pulled his closed fist up to his tip, pressing the precum out of the slit.

Fuckkkk

He wanted to say this outloud but he possibly couldn’t. He couldn't risk waking you up.

A large bead of precum rolled out of his slit and down his shaft which he caught between his fingers, picking up the pace.

He wanted to go slower; he wanted to take his time looking at you and milking himself for you. But he couldn’t. He was too riled up, looking at you peacefully sleeping, unsuspecting of what he was doing right over you. The adrenaline pumped through his veins as his fist did around his hard cock. 

Jisung accelerated again, eyebrows meeting on his forehead as he felt himself inching closer to his release, he let out a barely audible grunt and immediately his eyes snapped up to your face which was still tranquil. He didn’t stop jacking himself off, soon the slick noises of his precum coated dick erupted but he couldn’t stop and you were so profoundly asleep that you seem like you didn’t notice the agitation around you.

Jisung felt himself twitch in his hand; he was so close. So close for you. 

Y/n, I’m cumming for you

Jisung screamed in his mind only moments before he crossed the edge, his upper body shuddering from ecstasy as he tensed his thighs, big spurts of thick white cum squirting from his pulsing and throbbing cock as he let his jaw hang loose. Thick ropes of hot cum crashing all over your stomach, thighs and even between your parted legs lazily dripping over your folds.

He was so entranced by your nude body layed and spreaded out for him to see that he didn’t think about the mess he would create if he let himself go right here but it was too late now and the mess was done. 

He fished out his phone from the pocket of his shorts. If he was already deep in it he might as well take a souvenir. He checked approximately two hundred times that his phone was on mute and that he didn’t have the flash on before snapping a few pictures of this breathtaking scene. Your body as his canvas and his warm cum as the art. 

Jisung started to panic when you started to squirm again, stuffing the phone back in his pocket, he looked over the room in a hurry maybe hoping to find a rag of sorts but there was nothing and he just stood there with his lip between his teeth once again praying that he didn't wake you. But fortunately you settled down again.

So that's when he had the craziest but possibly most brilliant idea he’s ever had. The only way to thoroughly leave your room without leaving clues was to eat his own cum off you. 

He thought about it for a second. If he used one of your clothes hanging on your chair, you would certainly notice the white stains later when you were going to do your laundry. If he took back the piece of clothing and washed it himself you would also notice your shirt disappear and magically reappear clean and folded…

So with this reasoning he kneeled on the floor at the edge of the bed and stuck his tongue out, inching closer to your stomach. He laid his tongue flat and swiped it across your burning skin, he scooped the thick and sticky cum right into his mouth. The strong bitter and salty taste took over his tastebuds. He then went down to clean his mess on your thighs and finally to your center.

He swiped his tongue across your folds. Much to his surprise -and contentment- he tasted something else blending with his own taste. 

You.

He looked back for a second to notice the slight glimmering of your slick barely peaking between your folds. Jisung couldn't hold back from bringing his nose to your center, taking a big whiff of you. 

So that’s what sex with you would smell like. He carefully licked again. That's how it would taste like. Both of your flavours and scents beautifully mixing to result in this intoxicating cocktail that was making Jisung’s head spin.

The addicting flavour spread through his mind like wildfire setting his soul ablaze. He licked again, this time a little less gentle and right on your clit.

And he froze when you let out a barely audible, very quiet little moan. Jisung felt his skin crawl back onto his flesh, the hairs of his forearms standing. He looked at you again, you were still sound asleep.

Was it possible that somehow you were feeling him between your thighs while you were still dreaming. Jisung didn’t know. The only thing that was certain to him was that he needed more of you. He licked again and he was rewarded by another moan followed by the brief mention of a word. A word he heard a thousand times hanging from your sweet lips. A word so mundanely banal. His name.

His name slipped out of your pretty mouth to crash onto him, hitting him right in the chest. His name said so perfectly.

“Jisung…aaah” you moaned softly, almost whimpering.

He froze again and carefully peeled his eyes off your center to look at your face. But you appeared to be still sleeping. So it meant you were dreaming of him. Your body felt good and your mind chose him to explain this feeling. 

He couldn’t take it anymore he started to swirl his tongue around your clit. Everything was just too much. Your divine nude form layed on the bed, your smell, your taste and now your voice moaning his name.

Jisung didn't want this to ever stop. He started to move his tongue rapidly around your now swollen little bundle of nerves as he jerked off his cock again with both his hands. Rutting inside his fists like a street dog in heat as he feasted on your taste, lapping at your entrance and plunging his tongue inside of you to swipe his tongue back up to your swollen clit, sucking around the erected nub until you were breathless, pearls of sweat rolling on your forehead. 

Jisung felt you throb on his tongue and suddenly your body tenses up, your head thrown back and you squirted all over his open and welcoming mouth. He relished on your cum, swallowing your release in big gulps as he made himself cum again with you, careful to only spill his seed in his hand this time around. Mind numbing euphoria coursing through his body from his lower stomach. He gently guided you through your orgasm, softly lapping at your throbbing clit until your body went limp.

***

Jisung started eating breakfast before you this morning. He couldn't help but smirk when you emerged from the hall with small groggy eyes.

“Hey sleepy head!” he greeted you with this signature adorable smile, his fluffy cheeks rising like bread dough. You responded by a sleepy groan.

“Actually I think I dreamt of you” You frowned trying to recall the blurry memories of the dream…

Jisung’s wholesome smile turned into a sly smirk as he attempted to hide it in his cereal bowl.

“Oh really?”

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Jisung using you to cum after a long day at work🐈‍⬛

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20. sleepover

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Coffee Machine Love

boyfriend!jisung x afab!reader x coworker!hyunjin

warnings: swearing, threesome, unprotected sex (don't), oral sex (m and f receiving), mxm things, slight bondage, one (1) slap, sub!hyunjin, idk how to label the other two so I'll go with soft switch!jisung, soft switch!reader

genre: fluff, smut, coworker AU

word count: 4.2k

author's note: i'm alive again! Hyunsung has been running rampant on the tour lately so I couldn't resist writing something about them! do not ask me what the project is about, do not ask me what the company is even for, i don't know either, please forgive me 💀 hope you enjoy reading and i'd love to hear your thoughts! <3

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Your boyfriend was practically trembling beside you as you bite into your sandwich, unbothered by his leg steadily moving up and down. You follow his gaze and weren’t surprised at all when it landed on one of your newer coworkers a few meters away at the coffee machine. If you knew Jisung at all – and you like to think you do – you could guess that his eyes zeroed in on his hands deftly working around the piece of electronics that broke every couple of weeks. His long and slender fingers expertly taking the poor coffee maker apart to fix whatever went wrong this time.

Your gaze travels back to the man beside you and you have to hold back the smirk growing on your face when you see him practically drooling over the other man, probably wishing that the fingers wrestling around with the inner small machinery were wrapped around his neck instead.

“It’s 9 in the morning, relax” – you chuckle and slap your hand on his thigh to wake him up from his stupor.

Jisung gives you an incredulous look, like he can’t believe you’re not as mesmerised by the newest addition to the office as he is. He narrows his eyes at you because he knows he can’t say anything about your betrayal while he was still within hearing distance.

The front cover of the coffee machine clicking back into place makes both of you jump.

“If he’s tense because he hasn’t had any coffee yet, that can be fixed now” – the man of Jisung’s dreams exclaims from across the two of you, his smooth voice like honey.

Now you were swooning too. Great.

Jisung almost chokes on his own spit trying to answer him as fast as possible, waving his hands around in dismissal, “no, no”, he chokes out, “she’s just being silly, I was…uhm- I’m just nervous because of a project. Yeah.”

What the fuck was he talking about? He could’ve just said ‘yes, I need a coffee, thank you so much, man I haven’t asked about his name yet, you really saved my morning, let me thank you by sucking your dick” or whatever and it would have been fine.

Luckily for him, the guy just gives one of the cutest, goofiest smiles you’ve ever seen and it hits you right in the heart. Maybe Jisung was onto something.

“Is that so? Well, if you ever need any assistance, feel free to call on me! They’re barely giving me any work and I’d rather help someone than sit around and do nothing for my remaining work time.”

Jisung nods fervently, stuttering something between ‘yes, oh my god, thank you’ and ‘you’re an angel” but it just comes out as ‘yes, you’re my angel’, making you and him visibly cringe. This couldn’t go any worse.

The guy, however, giggles sweetly as he moves to leave the room and this is the first time you notice how long his legs are, how lanky and tall he is.

“I’m Hyunjin, by the way. My room’s down this hall, I’m sure you can’t miss it. Feel free to stop by anytime!”

He doesn’t wait for either of you to answer or introduce yourselves back to him, so the two of you are left to watch as he strides down the corridor.

“Oh my God, he’s into idiots.”

“He wants me so bad.”

Jisung lightly slaps your shoulder at your remark.

“You liked me first! That says more about you than it says about me!”

You roll your eyes at him and get back to your sandwich before your break is over. Unfortunately, your mind is now also filled with Hyunjin.

The way his hands delicately but deftly repaired the cursed coffee machine.

The way his shirt perfectly spanned over his broad shoulders as he leaned over the counter.

The way his ass looked in his slacks.

And God, when he turned around, his smile making his eyes into little crescent moons, a dimple appearing on the side of his cheek. His full and plush lips. His kind and soft eyes.

You groan into your sandwich and kick at Jisung’s shoe.

“You infected me with the Hyunjin disease, are you proud?” – you say with red-tinted cheeks.

“Extremely. We desperately have to check in with him if he’d be into two people wanting him. But like, in a way that doesn’t scream ‘We’re desperate!!’, you know?”

You can’t help but agree with him.

And so began your and Jisung’s mission to scope out whether Hyunjin would be interested in you two.

You didn’t want to kick down his door and straight up ask him, in case that scared him away, because even if he declined, he seemed like a nice guy and it wouldn’t hurt to have him as a friend. So Jisung and you really did stop by his office later that week to ask for his assistance with a made-up project.

His office only housed him, so he was allowed to decorate it how he wanted to, potted plants scattered around the sunny spots and little trinkets here and there that made the place seem more lived in than any other office you had ever been to. His desk was neat, the pinboard beside it home to various little reminders and sketches presumably made by himself in that endless free time he mentioned. You had to admit that he was quite talented, his pencil lines precise as they combine into the image of a beautiful flower bouquet.

“So, the two of you are on this project, after all? I thought it was just him” – Hyunjin nods towards your boyfriend, who was inspecting a little bear figure on his shelf.

Hyunjin doesn’t seem to mind you two sniffing around the place.

“Because he failed to mention that last time, he got nervous when you caught him off-guard like that” – you sigh and shake your head, leaning back against his desk.

You don’t miss how Hyunjin’s eyes seem to flicker down to where your hips pressed against the wood for just a second and a small smile finds its way onto your lips.

He tilts his head and apologises with a candid smile, saying that he didn’t mean to scare anyone off. If only he knew.

Jisung and you had previously come up with an elaborate plan on what your project entailed. It was a simple project that required a little bit of knowledge from Hyunjin’s division that the two of you weren’t a part of. Easy enough to make it seem like you actually needed his help. Also easy enough to pretend the project was real.

The thought that all of you probably had too much free time on your hands crosses your mind.

“So you just need me to work my magic a little bit and your head of department is gonna be happy?”

“Hopefully!”

“What is this even for? Didn’t we showcase this to upper management a few months back already?”

How did he know that? Why didn’t you think of that? You shift against the desk and Hyunjin’s eyes flit back to you, his gaze now trained on you intently, waiting for your reply.

“They just wanted a redo of the model since the first one got deleted in that data leak a while back” – Jisung lies casually, suddenly disinterested in the décor.

Hyunjin seems to accept that answer as he nods, eyes still on you as if he was gauging your reaction. You shift again under his gaze, looking into his eyes and giving him a slightly shaky smile.

Seemingly satisfied with whatever he was observing, the three of you proceed to go over the rather uninteresting details of what needs to be done.

During your little discussion, Jisung makes a not-so-subtle attempt at situating himself closer to your colleague under the guise of ‘I want to watch you work, it’s fascinating’.

It’s still crazy to you that all of his attempts have worked so far. You’re still close to Hyunjin as well, perched against the corner of his desk, his arm almost brushing against your thigh whenever he needs to reach for something or move the mouse around in a larger motion, mumbling a quiet ‘sorry’ when he does accidentally touch you.

Jisung almost leans on his shoulder with the way he’s sitting so close beside the older man.

While Jisung seems genuinely interested in Hyunjin’s work, you take this opportunity to further check him out as he works. You can’t help but let your gaze linger on his hands again as they work their way across the keyboard, his long fingers flexing to reach the keys.

While having them wrapped around your neck is certainly an enticing idea, you rather wonder what they would look like prettily bound together.

You could swear there was a slight reddish tint to Hyunjin’s neck and ears ever since he was practically caged in by your and Jisung’s body.

You sigh, more to yourself than anything. This was gonna be a long and grueling mission, but at least it didn’t seem like Hyunjin hated being around either of you.

That same evening, you find yourself in your boyfriend’s lap, grinding needily against him, your arms around his neck, while he busied himself biting and licking at the expanse of your skin of your neck.

“He’s really nice” – you suddenly say and Jisung hums in agreement between bites, his hands finding their way to the backs of your thighs, guiding your movements to be harsher against him.

“He was so flustered when you got closer to him, his neck and the tips of his ears all blushy and red” – you ramble on and it seems to spur your boyfriend on, his breathing growing more ragged, his movements more desperate.

“I think he’d rather enjoy being under us than above us, don’t you think? He seemed to lose all his previous bravado when it was just us three in a small space. I bet he’s cute when he’s begging on his knees, just imagine it” – Jisung lets out a broken moan in response, his grinding against you coming to a halt.

“Ah, shit” – he whispers against you and you giggle lightly.

You lean back to take a look at him, his honey skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. He shyly looks anywhere but you and you take his face into your hands to force him to look at you.

“It’s pretty hot that you came from just that” – you plant a soothing kiss against his lips as he whines about your words. You card your fingers through his hair, softly scraping at his scalp as he’s still slowly coming down from his high.

“I’ll make it up to you” – he murmurs and taps your thighs, signaling you to get off him to return the favor.

And he does make it up to you, his face buried between your legs until you finally reach your high as well, fingers tangled into his hair and pressing him against you.

“We really have to do something about this” – he sighs as the two of you settle down on your bed.

You hum, nuzzling your face further into his chest, too tired to try and come up with a plan on how to break it to Hyunjin softly that two of his coworkers want him romantically and have been lying to him about needing his help.

The next couple of work sessions with Hyunjin were rather uneventful. There were some moments where either Jisung or you got closer to him, ‘accidentally’ brushing your hand against his thigh, ‘accidentally’ going shoulder to shoulder with him, ‘accidentally’ sitting as close as possible so that your thighs would touch. Without fail, Hyunjin would turn slightly red at the contact but never shying away from it nor seeming uncomfortable. Sometimes, you could swear that he even reciprocates the touch, his thigh pressing against yours more firmly, his body slightly leaning towards your hand whenever it brushed against his bicep.

Hyunjin was wonderful to work with, he took instructions well and added his own flair to whatever you wanted from him in a way that elevated your work immensely. Outside from your little mission, you three got along really well, which encouraged you to further pursue getting closer to him.

You were now situated across from him, enjoying your lunch. You didn’t expect your previously innocent conversation to take such a turn when Hyunjin seemed to have found the courage to ask a question he had been dying to ask for quite a while now.

“I gotta ask… I don’t want to misunderstand. Are you… flirting with me?”

Jisung almost chokes on his rice. You stare at Hyunjin.

“I mean! I know you two are in a relationship and everything but… I can’t help but feel like you two are getting… awfully close at times. Not that I mind!” – he hastily tries to explain himself, his neck getting redder by the second again.

“Wow.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m impressed it took you this long to notice, actually” – you can’t help but tease him a little.

“What? So both of you ARE flirting with me? For real?” – Hyunjin’s eyes were as big as saucers, his mouth hanging open a little. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The two coworkers that he’d been working with (and found extremely attractive) for weeks did actually flirt with him whenever you met up.

“Yeah. You’re cute. Jisung’s been losing it over you ever since that coffee machine incident a few weeks back” – you admit easily and receive a glare from Jisung beside you.

Hyunjin chuckles out of disbelief and the nervousness creeping up in him.

“The project… It’s not real, is it?”

“Nope” – Jisung answers swiftly, popping the ‘p.’

Hyunjin should be mad that the two of you made him do extra work for free, but for some reason he isn’t.

“Uhm…so what? Is this just a ‘your vibe matches with ours and we want to play around a bit’ or is this something… more serious?” – you could observe him starting to fidget with the ends of his sleeves, nervously biting the skin of his lips and your gaze immediately softened.

This was important. Don’t fuck it up. Don’t make him believe you’re just here to play around with his feelings. That’s no what you’re here to do.

“Listen, I know this is a lot. I mean, two people who are already in a relationship coming up to you like this. This is definitely something serious, not just playing around. We really like you” – you reach across the table with your palm up, giving him the chance to take your hand if he wanted to.

He sheepishly takes your hand into his, his large hand filling yours out with ease, yet as you gazed over to him with a gentle smile on your face, he seemed so small, so unsure of himself.

“If you don’t want any of this and want us to stop flirting with you and would prefer to be friends, that’s fine by us as well. Just be honest with us, I’d hate it if we made you uncomfortable or did something you didn’t want.”

While Jisung is decidedly quiet beside you, he’s nodding along to what you’re saying, softly smiling at him.

Hyunjin grabs your hand tighter and shakes his head slightly, his eyes still big.

“N-no. This is all fine. I’m okay with this”, he swallows around the lump that formed in his throat, “I like you two as well. I thought I was just imagining things, wishing they were really happening. I’m glad that wasn’t the case.”

There are two ways one can react to this.

One, smile at him, telling him you’re glad he’s reciprocating.

And two, clapping your hands and audibly going ‘fuck yes.’

You stare at your boyfriend.

“Really?”

“What? He’s hot.”

Hyunjin giggles at that and you have to begrudgingly remember that Hyunjin seems to be into idiots as much as you are.

You groan and theatrically put your head on the table while Idiot 1 and Idiot 2 are laughing with each other, getting rid of all the tension that was previously building up in your small break room.

You jolt a little when Hyunjin’s hand removes itself from yours and instead starts patting your head in pity.

Maybe this wasn’t going to be that bad.

Your relationship with Hyunjin develops beautifully, he was as romantic as they come, regularly bringing the two of you flowers, writing little encouraging messages when he knew you and Jisung had to attend a particularly exhausting meeting.

It was nice getting to cuddle not only one but two people you loved dearly, waking up in the morning to two pretty faces whose cheeks you wanted to squish.

Another pleasant development was that Jisung and you could test out your theories, which is how Hyunjin found himself kneeling on your bedroom carpet, looking up at you with large eyes, his cock heavy and red between his legs. While Jisung is busy getting something from your dresser, you cup your hands around Hyunjin’s small face.

“Please…” – he whines at your touch, already so beautifully needy even though you haven’t done much yet.

He had been driving you insane at work today, teasing you at every opportunity, ‘accidentally’ letting a touch linger too long on your hip, a kiss a little bit too passionate and lasting a second too long. You knew he was just driving you up the wall on purpose and you guess he got what he wanted but that also meant that you were allowed to torture him a little to get back at him.

“Please what, princess?”- Hyunjin nestles his face against your hand and sighs contently.

“I need you so bad…” – he murmurs against your hand, giving a little kiss to your palm and you suddenly want to hand him the world served on a silver platter.

Seeing as Jisung has finally found the rope hidden in your dresser, you bend down to take Hyunjin’s hands into yours.

“Get up, love” – after helping him find his footing again, you teasingly give his cock one generous pump before tying his hands together with the rope and practically tossing him on your shared bed.

He lets out a whimper as you climb after him, hungry eyes zeroed in on his leaking cock. Your hands ghosts over his tip, barely touching him. Another whine leaves his lips as his hips buck up towards your hand, desperate for any kind of relief.

On the other side of his body, Jisung busies himself with kissing up his chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses up his body.

The new unspoken mission was to fuck Hyunjin silly and find out what shades of red he could turn to.

While you still refuse to give in to Hyunjin’s needs, ghosting your fingers across the length of his dick idly, you watch as Jisung put his fingers underneath his chin to tilt his head up to force him to focus his eyes on him.

“You’re gonna be a good boy, aren’t you?” – he asks him sweetly.

Hyunjin nods frantically in response and lets out a tiny ‘yes’, hoping that this would mean one of you would finally touch him properly.

Jisung smiles down at him before kissing him deeply. You take the opportunity to wrap your hand around his length at the same time and start pumping him agonisingly slow.

You love how squirmy Hyunjin gets when he’s needy, writhing underneath both your touches, not knowing what to do with his body, where to turn next, which touch to chase. You know it kills him that he can’t hold onto Jisung’s shoulder properly or put one of his hands on your thigh with the way his hands are rubbing against the ropes.

You make a mental note to unbind his hands in a bit so his wrists don’t get chafed up too badly.

One of Jisung’s hands finds its way down to his chest, playing with his nipples leisurely as he kisses him, the other lightly wrapping around Hyunjin’s neck, not applying pressure yet. It still forces a delicious moan from his lips.

“You’re being so good” – you say in a low voice, slowly undoing the ropes around his wrists. You pepper a few kisses on the slightly reddened skin up to his fingertips, kissing them delicately one by one.

Jisung whispers something in his ear that makes Hyunjin laugh breathily and while you wonder what’s so funny, it warms your heart to see the two of them so at ease with each other.

You give a light slap to Jisung’s ass to get him to move further up and he yelps loudly.

“That’s for not including me in the joke. Now get your cute butt up there.”

“Boy secret” – Hyunjin cheekily says and giggles again. You playfully roll your eyes at him and as revenge, move down to take the head of his cock into your mouth. The sudden warmth makes his giggles die down into a loud whimper, his face contorting from pleasure.

Jisung, as instructed, crawls up the bed and takes a handful of Hyunjin’s hair into his hand, angling his head towards him.

“You want some too, pretty boy?”

Hyunjin licks his lips in preparation and nods up at him, opening up his mouth obediently before wrapping his plush lips around his length and sucking.

As Hyunjin gets closer to his climax, his hand gently pushes your face away from him, to signal you he’s close while he can’t say it verbally.

You let Hyunjin get further away from his high as you watch him and Jisung fool around fondly, your hand splayed out on his tummy. You feel awfully neglected, the slick between your thighs only an indication of how aroused you were.

Jisung was still blissfully lost in the warmth of his mouth, rutting his hips into him over and over, small gasps and praises leaving his lips that only spurn the older man on. Deciding that Hyunjin had enough time to come down and that it was unfair that they were the only two getting some action, you throw your leg over his hips before sinking down on him, eliciting a long, muffled moan from him.

The vibration of his whimpers are enough to tip Jisung over the edge, some of his cum still making it onto Hyunjin’s tongue as he hastily pulls out and drops to sit beside him, catching his breath.

Seeing as Hyunjin can now focus entirely on you, you grin down at him, bracing yourself against his chest as you deliberately start to move your hips against him, his hands immediately coming up to grab at the flesh of your thighs.

“Focus on me now, angel” – you sigh, chasing your and his high, your hips steadily moving up and down in a rough pace.

Hyunjin throws his head back against the pillows as he lets out a strangled moan, tears already formed in his glossy eyes.

“You’re so pretty, so pretty, just for us, Hyune” – you say between gasps, your climax steadily approaching as you ride him.

“So fucking pretty. You were made for us.”

All your pretty words seem to work wonders on him, his hips meeting yours in shallow thrusts, desperately trying to get the two of you off and snap the tension that had been building.

You don’t know when he moved but Jisung’s warm lips press kisses into your shoulder, his hands now also on your hips, guiding you alongside your other boyfriend.

“I love you, I love you” – Hyunjin chants and the chord between you snaps, the two of you coming undone in eachother’s embrace, your juices mixing as you come.

Once your head clears, you lean down and press your lips to his in a sweet kiss, whispering an ‘I love you too’ against them. You grab Jisung by his shoulder to also press a kiss to his lips before plopping down beside Hyunjin, utterly exhausted.

Your boyfriends take care of the cleanup before racing to get under the covers with you.

“Glad that stupid fake project brought us together.”

“I think I did a pretty good job at it even though it was fake, don’t call it stupid!”

“Not our fault you put so much effort into it.”

“And do what? Half-ass it?”

“Yeah?”

“I wasn’t aware it was fake! Do you think I half-ass all of my work?”

“I don’t know? Maybe?!”

With a grin on your lips, you let out a loud sigh at their bickering, as you settle back against the warmth of their bodies. The bed feels a lot more complete now that Hyunjin was by your side as well. Their scent surrounds you, their voices fill your ears, their warmth warms up your body and a peaceful calmness finds your heart.

Surrounded by enough love to let you drift off to sleep even amongst their yapping.

It doesn’t take long for them to notice you slumbering between them and smiles filled with affection grow on their faces. They decide to leave their squabble for another day with a soft goodnight kiss before they too settle back against the pillows and hope for sleep to find them in the embrace of their lovers.

(extra photos from today's concert because look at them)

[jsbluu]

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[arislary]

TAKE - Han Jisung x (f) Reader Short Drabble

Pairing: Han Jisung x (f)reader (but also gn reader)

Genre: Fluff (very lightly suggestive)

Warnings: just overall fluff and cuteness with Jisung and reader.

WC: 455

AN: I have been craving kisses and what better way to ease said crave than to write about Jisung. Also this is my first time posting a fic so please be nice to me 🥹. Unedited.

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Jisung likes to take. Whether it’s bites of his friends’ food or even their clothes. He doesn’t know why, but he’s not selfish! At least that’s what he tells himself, he just likes the attention and normally taking things came with attention.

But his favorite thing to take is you. Take whatever you were willing to give him. Specifically, he likes taking your kisses. 

“Can I have a kiss, baby,” Jisung whines as he leans down into your space, lips pursed. You turn your head up and quickly press your lips to his, a fond smile spreading across your face as you both separated. His cheeks flushed lightly as he beamed at you. 

It’s not always that sweet, sometimes it’s more.

“Kiss me,” is murmured lowly in the dark room as Jisung scoots closer to you in the bed. Noses brushing each other softly before the light presses of lips that lazily glide against another. Not seeking to stop or to press for more, but to just touch each other. 

And there were times when it would be… more. 

“Give me a kiss,” Jisung’s hand tightened in your hair, where he gripped the strands, maneuvering your head to where he wanted. Not allowing you a chance to breathe, his tongue licking in your mouth, teeth scraping against your lips. You whine, your hands groping, desperate to touch any part of him as your tongue met his in a dance. Messy only for each other. 

Jisung loved all your kisses. Any kiss he could get from you was worth it to him. 

“If I eat this entire pot of ramyeon, you’ll have to kiss me!”

“Jisung, I’d kiss you now!” You slapped a hand over your mouth, giggles come spewing out as Jisung rubbed his hands up and down your thighs as you sat on the counter while he cooked. 

“Yea, but tell me it doesn’t feel nice after spicy food.”

“You don’t even like spicy food!”

“But you do!” He squeezes your thighs, his face digging into your neck, “And I wanna taste good for you.”

You tighten your legs around his waist, arms wrapping around his neck, gazing fondly at him. Your fingers scratching lightly at the back of his neck.

“Okay, Ji, I’ll give you a kiss if you can do it. But if you lose, that means you have to give me a kiss then.”

Jisung grinned and bumped his nose against yours.

“Deal!”

Because you also loved to take, especially Jisung. He was your favorite thing that you’ve ever taken. 

And he did finish the whole pot, determined to prove to you that he could, especially after the messy kiss he gets from you as you lick his lips clean. You had to admit he was right, he tasted sooo good. 

[justbelievinginmagic]

ariadne's thread ⎯ pt. 9: the bog.

pairing(s): hyunjin x fem!reader, jisung x fem!reader, jisung & fem!reader, chan & fem!reader, changbin & fem!reader series summary: when tempted by an intoxicating offer by hyunjin the goblin king of the underground, you fight against him to find your own sense of self once more while in his labyrinth. glimpse: transported through time and space, you landed in a place far from where you once were. how did this happen? what is this bog? where is your friend? and why does it smell so bad? warnings/tags: inspired by the 1986' movie Labyrinth, follows majority of the movie's plot points with lore divergence, 3rd person POV, use of Y/N, faerie lore, world-building, pain, blood, illness to smells, descriptions of bad smells, explicit language, magic, Jisung is emotional constipated, heights, falling, memory loss, fear, changbin is best boy(tm), lemme know if i need to tag anything else :) word count: 8.8k previous chapter <- -> next chapter series masterlist

This wasn’t falling.

There was no stomach whirling, no kicking feet, no weightlessness. No, the sensation that tumbled through the Runner’s stomach wasn’t airy queasiness.

It felt like her entire being was being sucked through a wormhole instead. Like her atoms were being rearranged and frazzled. Burning cold, fried frozen. The air knocked from her chest violently, and she was left gasping and wheezing for oxygen in a place where it didn’t exist.

Nothing existed here. There was no thudding of her heart, panting of her breath, no adrenaline flushing through her system. All that existed was a high-pitched whine that filled her ears and a tugging at her navel. Piercing her in two as if it was tugging at her soul and at her body.

Everything was a blurred-multicolor whirl. So dark that it was endless but so starry bright that her eyes had to shut tight against the assault of her senses. Contradictory yet somehow truthful. But, as quickly as she was being tugged through space and time, the world whooshed into clarity once more.

Sound and sight flooded her like a tsunami. It was too bright. Too loud. Her ears rang louder as sound rushed into an overlapping cacophony of the sounds of gurgling water, her heart beating fast in her ears, and tumbling gravel skidding against rock. Amplified and grating.

Her eyes were blinded by hot white, and she shut them fast. The echoed imprint of colors danced across her eyelids in a technicolor blur. Blinded, her feet slid and wobbled, tingling with electricity, as her body buzzed and heaved. 

She was somewhere different. Her skin felt sticky, and there was a clinging hotness that wasn’t present even in the desert sea. The air was heavy and hot. The light blazing down was unlike the Labyrinth’s candle-lit Lamps’ golden glow. It set her bruised and bloodied body into a sweat.

The Runner reached her hands out for balance as she slid and slipped. Her hands scraped against something rough. A wall. There was a wall. Brick with portions blown away judging by the sharp corners and uneven surface. There were broken shards of brick jutting out here and there, digging into her palms. Painfully. She almost pulled her hands away only to feel her feet shift once more. It shocked her as if everything was dialed up by a thousand. She clung to the wall.

Her senses recovered slowly. The ringing in her ears first - eased and softened the cacophony around her. Her eyes blinked open, teary-eyed as she tried to take in her surroundings that felt too oversaturated, too electric. Everything was so bright. A halo followed every object painting it in a glamour.  

She was on a narrow cliffside she realized. Everything was blooming with luminosity, highlights too bright to make things out in detail. With loose rock and rubble beneath her woozied feet, she leaned into the roughened wall that she found herself clinging to. Looking down, the cliffside she had found herself on wasn’t too high up or was it… Below was just bubbling water? Mud? The thing wasn’t quite clear nor was it opaque. There was an ugly greenish hue to it as it licked at the rough shoreline. It hissed and sputtered as if it were a living thing.

The ground beneath her creaked and rumbled, unsteady as bits and pieces of the cliffside tumbled into the hungry Bog below. Y/N hugged the wall closer as wind whirled down from above, whirling her hair about like a tornado.

Her hands scraped against the rough bricks, nails digging into aged grout in hopes to keep her balance as she shifted her weight into the brick wall. The unstable rock beneath her crumbled a bit more, but didn’t fall away completely. She inched her feet away, towards a spot of cliffside on her right that looked steadier.

Sweat beaded at her forehead and dripped down her forehead, down her temple. Was it from the teleport or was it from the burning sun tumbling over her features? Looking up, she realized there was a large sky light above, casting natural sunlight down over the spit of land she had found herself transported to. Darkness had a way of becoming familiar once it was all you could see. But now, her eyes teared up. Home. The Aboveground. Loud wind whistled through the stalactites and sent a jet of hot air over her skin.

But there was a louder sound that drew her attention: Jisung screaming.

Looking away from above her, she looked left and right, trying to find her friend who was screeching out curses in English and a tongue that sounded ancient to her ears. Where was he? Where was he? The world blurred, doubling with the motion of her head.

“Han!?” she called out.

He had been right near her; she had been holding on to his arm. Now… her eyes darted this way and that until she saw him a good distance away, clinging to a half-dead root that peeked out of the cliffside. His feet were kicking against the cliffside, trying to find a foot-hold, and failing judging by his panicked face. Dirt cracked around the root he clung to, and he let out a shriek as it gave some slack.

“Jisung!” she called again, wide eyes watching as he fumbled.

Knees kneeling into dirt and rubble, he thrusted his body upwards as he tried to cling at the brink of a crumbled wall. It didn’t look promising, the remaining wall barely a ledge of brick. His fingers held tight to the failing root with his other hand. Hair amess and his sharpened teeth bared as he dug his nails into anything he could reach. Until he heard her.

“Y/N?”

She had sounded like a ghost at first, a phantom amongst his screeches. But seeing her there on her own bit of cliffside high above the Bog… his jewel-toned eyes flashed with something. For only a moment, he locked eyes with her. Purple gems sparkling with genuine fear, burning her as he looked at her and then the murky waters below.

She couldn’t leave him to fall. He looked terrified.

“I’m coming,” she called.

Y/N took a small step forward, the rocks crumbling beneath her as she shifted her weight. Pushing herself flat against the wall, she breathed out a held breath. The rocks crashed into the liquid below, splashing up with a gulp-like sound. There was a series of eruptions around the Bog, spraying up a foaming explosion before with a gurgling, gestational noise the swamp settled. It frothed up grossly, turning the water a yellow-green mucus color – like snot during a bad cold. The Bog lapped at the shoreline below her insistently like a tongue.

“Y/N!” Han cried out, finding his balance only for a moment before his eyes are back on her. “Be careful. You can’t fall in!”

As if they both weren’t in the same situation.

“I’m coming,” she called to him. “Hold on.”

If Han knew he was safe, he’d laugh. What more could he do as his nails tore and tugged from digging into concrete bricks of old.

The Runner tip-toed and shifted carefully across the precarious ledge they were dangling from. Crackles of broken rock rang out, the pebbles and dirt falling down below until finally she was beside Jisung. His knuckles were bone-white, sharpened claws digging into the hardened brick and some of the dirt of the cliffside. There was another unsteady rumble of the cliffside, making her pause and try to balance her weight.

“Y/N,” Jisung pleaded quietly.

His eyes rose from the loosening root, the pinprick thin cracks it made throughout the cliffside to her. It crackled again before the entire cliffside began to shift and melt into a rockslide.

“JISUNG!” she cried out, hand reaching out to grab his hand as he began to tumble down.

She lunged forward, a hand interlacing around a vine climbing around the nearby brick wall.

“Y/N!”

He screeched, feet scraping against the cobblestone and exposed cliffside above the pit of foul-smelling liquid. His nails pierced her skin as he grappled for her. Fingers interlacing tight, she let out a yell of pain. He was heavier than she thought or maybe she’d just never had to hold someone’s entire body weight with one arm before. She could hear him scrabbling against rock and brick. She heaved out another gasp as she held onto him tight.

“Y/N!” his voice was scratchy high, desperate, afraid. “Don’t let me fall.”

“I got you!” she reassured, grasping onto the vines tighter. She adjusted her grasp on his hand, hoping their sweat wouldn’t make him slip anymore.

“I won’t let you go!”

His other hand went to grasp around her leg, encompassing her ankle. He tried to hoist himself upwards. Huffing and puffing, hemming, and hawing as the cliffside beneath her feet crackled ominously.

“Try to climb,” she encouraged with gritted teeth and sweatied brow.

He did. He dug clawed hands into her thighs, her waist.  Until he finally hoisted himself up sharing the small foot-space with the Runner, clinging to her with trembling hands and cold-slick breath against her hot skin. An arm tight around her waist, as they pressed themselves into the deteriorating brick wall, vines twisted around their wrists tight.

The rest of the cliffside fell down into the Bog with a loud splash. The Bog feasted once more; bubbles of disgusting noises broke free into the air. Gobble, gobble, gobble.

Their feet shifted on the tiniest smidge of harden dirt; each of their feet in between each other’s legs. Bodies half-pressed into one another, half pressed into the wall as they waited.

The Bog gurgled and let out a belching sound in a plop of a gassy green bubble that broke over its surface. It was then she finally had a whiff of the air. It was almost as if the moment they were safe-ish, her senses came back to her. Adrenaline fading from her cells and only making her realize their reality.

The Bog reeked, and it made her gag into the wall.

“Oh my god,” she blubbered.

Jisung wavered in her arms, head lulling this way and that as he huffed out through his mouth.

“Are you okay?” she whispered out quickly.

Wide gem eyes meet hers, half hidden behind sweatied curls of hair. His face was pallid, lacking the warmth it had typically honed. But he nodded, his breath mingling with hers before he pressed his head against her shoulder - in a moment of weakness. She breathed out as she tried to slow her heart. Her hand shifted on the wall to squeeze his not-far-from-hers hand.

He let out a breath, almost like a laugh into her neck. He sniffled. Instead of pushing him to move or say something, Y/N realized how her senses were returning. The world wasn’t so blinding, the noises weren’t too loud. Her body ached and hurt as she clung to the wall. She knew they wouldn’t last here.

They needed a way out of this.

Looking far below, she finally took in their surroundings. There was a small inlet of land, mostly of dead mangled brush slowly getting encompassed by the swamp immediately below.  If they were careful and jumped well, they wouldn’t be submerged into the Bog. It was just enough to stand on together. 

There were many isles of dead twisted flora half-submerged across the swamp below them. Some so small, it’d be only big enough to hop to on one foot, but some were large enough that they’d both be able to lay down and not touch the Bog’s water or… whatever that liquid was. If there was anywhere to go, it was to one of those spits of land.

The swamp gurgled and shifted ominously. The waves seemed to reach further and further towards them as if sensing them. It was a curious thing, but something that didn’t keep her attention for long as Han finally seemed to regain himself. His breath eased against her skin.

Jisung huffed out his reply, the thing murky against her throat in the way a cavern licked out cool stagnant air. “I’m okay,” he croaked.

The ground beneath them shivered again as if taunted by his reassurance. Glancing downwards, they could see cracks forming beneath their feet. Another disaster in waiting. They stilled even further, breaths held. The Runner’s eyes darted this way and that.

There was a closer isle, one that would take a leap of faith over the swamp. Over the shifting odd waters, over decrepit flora that looked sharpened and skeletal, onto an island of dirt amongst the swamp. Almost melted away bramblewood bushes curled and twisted on the isle, dipping into the water’s edge only to be literally disintegrated away. Chunks of the dark wood was eaten away until the entire thing looked lifeless with stiffened, sharp briar-like branches.

It looked dangerous, painful, and unsafe.

It was their only option.

“This isn’t going to last,” the Runner said the obvious.

Jisung’s cheek was sucked close to his teeth as he hissed in agreement.

“We could make it there,” she nodded towards the isle, a good few feet away.

Jisung laughed out; she felt it rather than heard it. The rumble pressed into her ribs.

“You’re crazy,” he bit out.

“What? We are going to stay here until we fall into that,” she spat out.

He clung closer, nails digging into her skin as he felt the ground beneath them crackle.

“Together, we can do it,” she encouraged softly. “It’s not that far.”

Jisung’s eyes pried open to look to the isle she suggested and grimaced.

“C’mon, trust me,” she asked squeezing his hand again. His eyes flashed to their held hands, gripping tight to the same vine. Her charm bracelet on his wrist jingled against her skin. Trust. . .  

But after a moment, he nodded, trying to do just that.

“We jump on three?” she whispered. She waited until she felt him shift in her grasp. Another of his hands going to intertwine in the vines on the brick wall rather than grasping her waist. He wiggled and shifted until their limbs were no longer intertwined, but rather they were beside one another.

She gave his hand a squeeze, a thumb brushing over his thumb in a special press of their phalanges.

“One, two… three.”

And they leapt, high over the babbling brook. Was it falling or flying in this moment? It felt like flying.

They tumbled over gorge into the isle of barbs. Dead things, twisting roots and briars scratching and bruising them as they finally fell onto the small isle she had spotted. It made a loud cracking sound like a dead tree tumbling to the ground, except it was two fools crushing dead trees with their entire bodies.  BUT… not a drop of swamp on either of them. However, they were bruised and a bit bloody for sure.

Jisung’s hand went to his side as he gasped in pain. The fall was far and the isle unforgiving with its sharp dead shrubberies. But pain on land was better than drowning in sludge. He pulled a barb from his chest, his cream tunic spotted with lavender blood.

“Goddess below.” He groaned.

Sitting up, she took a deep breath into lungs, her bruised ribs aching with action. Tugging thorns from her shoulder with a powerful yank, blood stained her white tunic evermore. Her entire ensemble looked worse for wear, torn and bloodied in places. Y/N took a sharp breath in from the pain. Only to gag immediately. It smelled horrible closer to the Bog’s waters. Beyond horrible. Like old socks, like sweat, like vomit, like an infant’s first blowout poop, like sewage in the heat of summer, like all the worse things bundled into one heady, hot choking scent.

Jisung dry-heaved beside her. The very sound encouraged her own body to huff and gag.

“Why does it smell so bad?” she managed to get out, coughing. The smell lingered on her tongue as if she had licked something rotten. She shivered and shook her head, holding her breath.

“It’s not just called the Bog of Eternal Stench for no reason, Y/N,” Jisung replied, sniffing. His eyes were watering. He wiped his eyes and the tip of his nose.

“I’ve never smelt anything like it,” she exclaimed, holding a hand to her mouth.

“We have to get out of here,” he declared.

She nodded in agreement.

The Bog licked up at the cliffside they had escaped from. Unnaturally so. it was strange seeing a crawling mass of goo, climb up dirt and rock. Sizzling and bubbling all the way. It glugged down the dirt, rock and roots they were once clinging to. Looking closer, she saw a faint steam-like essence radiate from the Bog at these shores. Like it was toxic, eating away at the dirt.

Her gaze trailed upwards and now, she could see how far the brick wall went. It looked like what once was part of the Labyrinth now rested abandoned and mostly destroyed. There were some intact walls, even with circular openings in their brickwork that had strange metal tubing inside - like a slide leading to the Bog below.

Moss hung from the half dead trees above them, shadowing them from the harsh sunlight. It was ironic how the place with the most natural light seemed the deadest.

There were tiny inlets in between their isles, nearly blending in with the icky waters. Portions of rotten wood that could be used as stepping stones to another shore to another isle. Gigantic half-submerged mushroom-like objects floated on the Bog. Overall, they all linked together in a makeshift, spiderwebbed path.

“There’s a path,” she grinned out before another wave of the smell hit her, making her cough into her palm.

“If we go – go--“ Jisung gagged again, raising his tunic to cover his mouth as well. He pointed with one hand ahead. “West. We will be out of the Bog. There will be a bridge – eventually.”

They looked at one another before nodding. She clambered to her feet before reaching to help Jisung up. He seemed even more affected than her. He retched a bit as he did so.

“Are you alright?” Y/N asked concerned.

“I just gotta get out of here,” he wheezed.

“We will,” she promised. She would make sure he’d get out of here safe. She hoped Chris, wherever he was, was safe.

They began to carefully navigate around the Bog of Eternal Stench. The putrid liquid lapped at the shores with a green-slime hue. Like boogers, it clung to the dirt with a mucus-y sheen. She tiptoed to the next available piece of land or mushroom head, hopping between the paths like it was a child’s game of hopscotch.

“Be careful!” Jisung chattered from behind her.

He followed suit, hopping to the next available stretch of dirt as soon as she leapt onwards.

“You step into this stuff and you’ll stink forever,” he warned.

A bubble gurgled up from the depths of the swamp, popping to reveal an oozing noxious-looking gas.

“What was that?” she asked. “We didn’t fall into something; it was like the floor opened up—no, it disappeared like—”

“Magic,” Jisung mumbled. “Hyunjin knew we were making progress.” It tasted like iron on his tongue. He spat into the Bog, the taste of trash on his tongue overpowering the bloody taste of iron. His saliva sizzled before it was gurgled up.  

“There’s the bridge,” she commented, her voice sounding odd as she held her breath and only breathed through her mouth.

The smell was still there, stinging the back of her tongue and making her gag. But it was better. And now there was hope. A bridge, a way out. They only had to do endure a bit longer.

“Come on,” she turned to look back at Jisung.

He looked worse for wear she noticed. Hair mussed, amethyst scratches on his skin, faintly purple-faced as he held back another heave of disgust.

They had to hurry.  She continued to lead the way, weaving this way and that until they hopped onto a sturdy large piece of land with the grand bridge.

Or a once grand-bridge. Like most things outside the inner circles of the Labyrinth, this too was dulled by age. As if it was forgotten.

Moss-like ivy strands grew up and down its large stoney abutments. The abutments almost looked like tall towers. Their rockwork was well taken care of but covered in moss and mushrooms like most of this place. The ropework that hung a rudimentary plank-like bridge had hints of that moss and sparkling magic in its woven structure. It looked worn, wind beaten and sun bleached from the sky-light above. But it was a bridge. And it led away from this horrid place.

Jisung stumbled into her as he hopped to the bridge’s isle. Stumbling forward, she shifted to catch him and herself.

“Hey,” she murmured worriedly.

Her hand went to his face. He was icy cold, far colder than she had felt his skin be. Droplets of sweat oozed from his hairline and his eyes looked delirious. The air was making him sickly.

“We gotta go. C’mon, you first,” she encouraged, wiping his sweaty hair away from his face. She pushed him ahead of her, hand on his back guiding him.

“Halt!” they heard a voice boom before they could place a foot on the bridge’s first plank.

They froze, glancing about. Jisung wheezed out a sigh, his head dropping a bit. “Goddess’ luck.”

“Let’s go.” he encouraged quietly, quickly.

His foot barely landed on the bridge when there was another cry.

“Stop!”

His voice was sharp, almost whiny, as the figure stepped out of the shadows of the nearby towered abutment. Jisung leaned into the abutment nearest to him, slack in frustration and illness.

The man who walked forward rose to his full height as he crept out from the tower abutment. He wasn’t tall. That was the first thing she noticed about him. Then, it was the fact there were no copper oxidized pieces of armor that clung to leather-soft linens like the other knights she had seen before. Instead, the Knight’s attire seemed like a royal guard’s. With polished iron-metal shielding his shoulders only, his form was protected by dark leathered pieces of armor. It clung to his muscular arms, his girthy thighs. His shoulders were large and imposing, jutting out to make him look solid and impenetrable (despite his smaller stature.) Iron gauntlets rested on his hands, making them look large and imposing.

Somehow, with his boisterous voice and steady steps forward, he seemed to grow into the confidence of a tall knight. Pins of honor heavied the right side of his chest, proudly displayed beneath the Goblin King’s regalia stitched with gold that twinkled in the sky-light.

His face was scrunched up with a sour expression, poutful lips pursed and brows furrowed over mismatched eyes – one a nutmeg brown and the other a pale white grey. A milky grey that matched strands of whitening hair that streaked through in his dark locks like moonbeams over a night sky.

“Yah!” the exclamation landing on the surprised, offended side as the group tried to sidestep him again.

“I said stop,” he commanded, looking the Runner and her companion up and down as he slung free a large broadsword from over his shoulder. The iron-steel glinted in the sunlight threateningly.

“No one may cross this bridge without my permission,” the knight insisted, standing firm as he stared them down.

“Please, I have to keep going forwards – I don’t have much time,” the Runner insisted, stepping forward.

There was a farting noise, from the Bog, as another bubble erupted nearby. Jisung gagged, his face pale.

“We’ve got to get out of this stench,” he insisted, his voice sounding funny as he tried to hold his breath before gasping out moments later.

There was a pause in the knight’s approach. His eyes crinkling as he took in the goblin fae beside the woman. Surprise took over his rounded face, a flicker of joy, a flicker of something more than anger.

“Han…Hannie?” the knight queried, his voice gently inquiring.

His eyes widened as he took in the other’s visage. A soft smile crinkled onto his lips, making him look youthful despite the white strands encompassing his hair.

Han sighed out again, his breath tracing over the Runner’s skin as he hoisted himself up from the tower and utilized her shoulder as a cane. He slumped into her form, his body heavy against hers as he trembled lightly. He shuddered again before offering the knight a nod.

“Changbin,” he greeted softly. Familiarly.

Han’s gaze shifted from Changbin to the Runner, darting eyes looking bashful in the bright light of the Bog. The knight looked at him in awe. Mismatched eyes grinned. The smile burst into a wider thing that seemed to encompass his entire face, sweet cheeks pillowed under his eyes.

“I can’t believe it’s you!  I can’t remember—”

His excited babble trailed off, almost like a simmering fire’s coals cooling in a sudden wind.

“I can’t remember. . . “

Han’s lips pressed together as he swallowed, head hanging low at the other’s dawdling words.

“You look older,” Changbin commented slowly.

Blink, blink.

“How long has it been?”

Genuine confusion broke over his soft sculpted face. He looked lost, like a child. Y/N’s lips parted as she sucked in a breath. The Runner saw Soobin’s eyes reflected in his.

Pushing away from Y/N, Han offered the knight a gentle pat on his arm, the metal burning him with the action but Changbin needed a familiar touch. A grounded touch. The metal clanked and Jisung winced. The knight’s face scrunched up, lip trembling.

“It’s been a long time,” Han told him.  

“What’re you doing out here?” he queried. “Won’t the Prince be –”

He shook his head. “No, no, he won’t… Bin, a lot has changed. But you got to let us pass.”

“The Prince and you were joined at the hip,” Changbin muttered. “He would miss you!”

Jisung slacked again, his head woozied as the air caught up to him. He almost vomited this time; his stomach heaving unpleasantly.

“What’s wrong with you?” the knight queried, worry flooding his eyes. He hadn’t sheathed his sword. His eyes settled back onto the strange woman with his old friend. They squinted at her suspiciously before he took a threatening step forward.

“The smell,” Han hiccupped.

“Huh?” the Knight bolstered out, pausing in surprise.

“The smell, the smell!” she insisted, trying to encourage the conversation to speed up. “The smell is bad, please we are just trying to cross – to get away from the Bog.”

“You’re joking!” Changbin ridiculed, spluttering, and looking up around in disbelief.

“Changbin,” Han leaned forward, crowding over Y/N’s shoulders once more. “It’s not a joke. Two out of the three of us can’t lie.”

“I’ve never smelt a bad smell here in years,” he exclaimed.

He took a deep breath. The very sight of his action made Han gag into the Runner’s shoulder. She heaved a bit under his weight.

“It smells sweet and fragrant,” the knight commented, sighing out.

“You can’t smell, hyung,” Han whispered out, his voice high in pitch as he whined.  

“It’s really horrible,” she agreed, nodding.

Her hand went to rub Jisung’s shoulder. It was shocking to see him falter so quickly. It made her worried. Looking back at the knight, she watched as he pursed his lips, poutful before sniffing the air again. Even sniffing himself.

“I’m gonna cross,” Jisung stated into her shoulder after a moment of blubbering in shaky breaths. Raising his head, he glared at his friend. “Let us cross.”

He returned his sword to his scabbard, frowning seriously at Han.

“I cannot,” he crossed his arms across his buff chest. “I must stand by my duty, Han, even with you.”

Han rolled his eyes. Desperation crinkled at his edges. All he wanted was to be away, away, away. His head ached, his nose burned, and his throat felt sour. His face scrunched with distress. His hands escaped the waist of Y/N (when had they wrapped around her for support? He couldn’t recall when he became so comfortable with her). He pushed at the broad frame of the Knight, iron-metal burning his fingertips with an audible sizzle.

“Get out of the way, Changbin.”

“I warned thee,” Changbin grasped Han by his shoulders.

The shorter’s eyes widened. Without a second thought, he was shoved away from the bridge, harshly. The shove sent Jisung flying back until he hit the strong form of… Chris!

There stood the muscular man covered in rock dust and scrapes.

“Chris!” the Runner exclaimed, face lighting up at the sight of him.

“You guys almost left me,” he mumbled out, hoisting Han to stand upright once more.

“I didn’t know you followed – are you alright?” the Runner asked, taking the few steps between them to look him over.

“Smells bad.” He said simply, frowning deeply. In his arms, Han took a sniff of the troll-fae. He smelled fine… so hopefully he hadn’t fallen into the sludge.

“The Beast-Hunter’s son?“ Changbin blinked at the other with surprise.

Why were two members of the Kingdom’s Keep with this mortal? A bloodied mortal at that. He drew his sword carefully once more, metal scratching against the scabbard on his hip. The Runner and her companions gazed upon Changbin carefully.

“What’s going on here?” Changbin insisted, pointing the blade towards the group.

“Woah, hey,” the Runner exclaimed, stepping in front of her friends with her hands raised in defense. “Stop that, we aren’t a danger.”

The Runner took a step forward carefully. Her eyes flicked back to check on the two behind her. Both looked at her as if she was crazy, approaching an armed knight. Changbin’s own eyes grew wide as he watched her take a step forward unarmed. He was a man of honor first and foremost, sworn to it by magic.

“My Lady,” he inquired, “I must insist you stop right there.”

She didn’t. Taking a few more steps until she was in front of the tip of his sword.

“We must pass please.” She pleaded.

“Halt! I’m warning thee,” Changbin insisted, tip of the sword going to rest flat against her chin.

Now, Chris didn’t like that. Stepping forward with purpose, a stoney expression taking over his face as he – with care – took her spot, nudging her aside. Jisung was there grabbing her wrist with frustration written over his face. Why did she keep falling into danger? He hated it.

He hated that he felt so ill he couldn’t talk clearly with Changbin. He couldn’t protect her here.

“Listen, I don’t want to have to hurt you,” Changbin spoke lowly.

“We are here by the command of the King!” Han groaned out, hands raising to press into his eyes. “Let us pass.”

Chris took a step closer, staring down the knight with the gaze of a hunter. The blade pressed into the hollow about his Adam’s apple now, dangerously so.

“The King doesn’t dictate my actions, honor does,” Changbin said before attacking. Slicing at the Beast-Hunter with quick slashes, the troll-fae dodged and hopped away.

His sword gleamed in the mortal sunlight as he swung this way and that at Chris. Each movement seemed to grow faster and faster, but Chris dodged each one. A slash cut across his chest finally, a streak of purpled-blood bubbling at his skin. Changbin let out a prideful ‘ha-ha’, mismatched eyes gleaming with blood-lust. Chris’ jaw flexed, and he let out a growl.

There was a quick movement, too quick for her mortal eyes. Chris had disarmed Changbin. The sword tossed aside until it pierced the ground with a thwack. It trembled from the force long after.

“Hey!” The knight let out an indignant huff before dodging Chris’ following attack.

Fists thrown, clawed hands slashing through the air, it was a blur of bodies. Huffing, growling, and grunting filled the air. Hands scrambled against fabric and skin, digging in and trying to pull each other this way and that. Chris’ claws latched around the iron-armor and tugged the smaller knight into the air.

The Beast-Hunter threw the knight to the ground, the air getting knocked out of him.

“You are a mighty warrior,” Changbin hissed out, straight teeth bared in a huff of pain.

“You threatened Y/N.” he growled.

“I am bound by magic,” Changbin reminded.

“As am I,” the Beast-Hunter revealed.

They continued to tussle; the fight for the upper hand resulted in them trembling and tossing amongst the dirt.

“Should we use the bridge?” Han whispered to the Runner; his lips pressed to her ear.

Her gaze flashed to his, watching as he began to unwrap his arms and tiptoe back towards the unguarded bridge, dragging her along by her arms with him.

“We will not leave Chris,” she snapped at him, grabbing his arm instead to keep him by her side.

He huffed in annoyance only for another wave of the swamp’s smell to overwhelm him. It made him sway in her grasp, his face falling to hide into her shoulder as they watched.

“I wouldn’t leave you,” she whispered to him.

His face flushed.

There was scratching and biting and all manners of fae things. It only reminded her how outlandish these creatures were. How inhumane despite their human facades. Fangs flashed; claws slashed. There was something animalistic in their fight. Crouched forms, limbs crooked and too long at points. Muscles bulging.

“Ouch!” Chris yelped. Changbin had bit him at some point.

It made her jump and lunge forward, only to be stopped by Han’s insistent hands.

“You can’t interrupt a battle,” he insisted. “It’s the rules.”

Rules, rules, rules. She was so tired of faerie rules when the King of the fae didn’t seem to follow those same rules. After all, how did they even end up here in the first place?

Groaning, Changbin got punched in the jaw by Chris. There was a plume of dirt that kicked up from their scrabble until, finally, Chris pinned the knight. The two were huffing and puffing, streaks of blood decorated their skin – Changbin’s was a suspicious pinky shade rather than the deep lavender of Chris’ blood. Their hair was mussed; skin covered in sweated dirt and grime.

“Enough!” Changbin insisted, wiggling underneath the taller.

Chris huffed, keeping the other pinned for another moment until the Knight pleaded once more.

“I yield, I yield!”

Finally, Chris leaned back on his haunches. There was a different look that came over the fae in the heat of battle. Something more animalistic in his appearance, his eyes illuminating with a grey hue. It took a long moment until his face looked soft and gentle once more. With the blood coating his face, it looked strange.

“Before this day, never have I met my match in battle,” Changbin admitted, still trapped beneath the other. A strange awe in his eye. Respect radiating in his voice. “This noble knight has fought me into a standstill.”

“I’m the Beast-Hunter, not a knight.” Chris growled out.

There was a huff through his nose that sounded like a tiger’s chuff as Chris heaved himself off the knight. There were bites and metallic burns across his tanned skin. A hand rose to push back his loose sweatied curls.

Taking a step forward with a sickly-looking Jisung attached to her hip, Y/N looked over her friend with concern. Changbin remained in the dust a moment longer, eying the group as the Runner gazed over Chris’ injuries.

“Are you alright, Chris?” she murmured.

The last thing she wanted was people to get hurt – especially those helping her. Chris was already covered in so many wounds and scars; her heart ached knowing she had contributed to it even if she hadn’t sliced his skin. The chest wound had already began to scab over incredibly, but his chest dripped with sweat and amethyst blood. Her hand brushed over his bare bicep as she looked at what looked like a burn. Her thumb brushed over it tenderly.

Chris was instead bashfully proud. He protected her. Finally. He was staying true to his promise.

He nodded softly, wiping at his bloodied lip with the back of his hand. Her brows crinkled in concern but all Chris provided was a smile, fanged teeth sparkling purple.

“Sir Chris,” Changbin spoke behind the group. They turned to look at the Knight as he stood, stretching aching limbs before offering a smile to them. “Beast-Hunter,” he corrected.

“I, Sir Changbin, yield to thee, mighty warrior. Let us be brothers henceforth and fight for what is right as one.” He offered a hand for the other to shake.

Chris eyed it suspiciously. Lips pressing together in contemplation before shaking it simply.

“Great, lovely, let’s go,” Y/N nodded for Chris to join them. Jisung, gagging once more from a nearby plume of the Bog’s gases, stumbled forwards towards the bridge.

“My Lady, you cannot,” Changbin insisted, approaching her to grasp her shoulder. Chris’ shadow was over her shoulder in a moment. Changbin let go of her quick. “You forget my sacred vow. I cannot let you pass.”

“You just said he was your brother,” she pointed to Chris.

Changbin spluttered for a moment, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “I—I’ve taken a vow and I must defend it ‘til death – as an honorable man and knight!”

“Okay, okay… let’s look at this logically,” she glanced over the bridge once more. Freedom from this stench was so close. Jisung dry heaved nearby, spitting to the ground. Her hand pushed back his bangs. His forehead was sweatied. Her own stomach churned.

“What exactly have you sworn, knight?” she asked.

“I have sworn with my life blood that no one shall pass this way without my permission.” Changbin recited.

She turned to look at the knight, blinking at him. As if he was stupid. Changbin’s eyes widened, looking doeish. His lips pursed, poutful.

“May we have your permission?” she asked simply, breathing out the words.

It couldn’t be this easy surely. Jisung laughed out, his sharpened teeth gleaming in the sunlight.

Changbin mimicked her blinks, blinking slowly almost like a cat would. Once, twice, thrice.

“Well…” he licked his pouty lips. “Uh… huh, yesss.” He drew out the word, realizing with a settling in his heart, that this was fair.

She smiled out a sigh. “Thank you, noble sir,” she turned away from him, the group shifting with her almost as if she had a magnetic pull.

“My Lady,” the knight proclaimed as they approached the bridge.  

“You first, Han, hurry,” she encouraged.

He had become a sickly green color, his face damp with sweat. He’ll feel better away from the strong scent. Despite the stench, she had held her own easily. Her tenacity, her humanness must’ve attributed to this. That’s all the fae could think as he faltered up the steps of the bridge. With quickness, he scurried across. The wooden bridge swayed and creaked but remained steady.

“Be careful! Its rocky!” Jisung called from across the Bog, cupping his hands to help his voice carry across the far distance.

From this side of the Bog, the air smelt sweeter. The color to his face was returning already, making her heave out a sigh. Glancing over at Chris, he simply nodded at the bridge for her to go ahead of him. Nodding silently, she stepped up to the bridge. Her hands went to the mossy ropes. They felt slack in her grasp, weak.

Swallowing, she stepped lightly onto the wood planks. Creaaak. It sounded like rotten wood; it felt like rotten wood. Spongey and unsupportive. But it didn’t cave in under her weight.

Sighing out, she continued to walk across. She wasn’t as quick as Han, perhaps it was her humanity that made her slower. Maybe it was the anxiety as the rope-bridge trembled precariously over the stinking Bog. An eruption of some sort of slime, out of a suspiciously-gross looking orifice in the water, made the air reek of rotten eggs. She startled, the rope bridge swaying back and forth. Her hands gripped the damp ropes tighter as she froze.

“Hey, you’re okay!” Chris called out reassuringly. “Its fine!”

Changbin agreed beside him.

“Have no fear, sweet lady! This bridge has lasted for 1000 years.” He promised, fiercely patting one of the large supports to the ropework bridge. Bang, pat, bang, pat. With that, the ropework weakened, one of the supports’ snapping like a rubber band.

A screech left her throat as the world shuddered. The bridge’s wood planks one by one fell until all she was hanging by was a singular rope. Her fingers wrapped around the worn rope, tightly, as she dangled over the spluttering noxious swamp.

“Y/N!” Jisung cried out. His hand reaching out futilely as she swung helplessly.

“Jisung!” she called back, hands flexing and tightening as she tried to keep her grip.

“Fear not, fair maiden! I will save you!” Changbin’s panicked voice belted out.

“Y/N, hold on!” Chris called. Her eyes flashed to the troll-fae who remained surprisingly calm as Changbin ran this way and that. Going inside his tower and rushing back out. Her fingers burned from the old ropework.

“Chris!” she cried out as one hand slipped, fingers hot and raw from the rope. She held on tighter with one hand.

The swamp below gurgled and spluttered. The splashes of the liquid seemed to grow higher and higher as if it wanted to swallow her whole. Would it? Would the magic claim she had allow her to become… stinky? Or survive whatever rested beneath the slime?  

She kicked her feet as she tried to hoist her body weight up. Her other hand rose back up to grasp the rope again. Holding tight, her breathing escalated. To her right she could hear Jisung’s panicked breaths growing.

“Chan, do something!” the common-fae cried out.

Amongst everything, the Beast Hunter shut his eyes and breathed. His mouth whispered and chanted something low and unnatural. Guttural. His eyes flashed open, but he seemed to only stare at the murky depths below the Runner.

“My Brother In Arms, this is no time for mediating! Yon Lady needs our assistance!” Changbin chimed out as he passed the troll-fae once more.

In his hands was a spare plank. Which he tossed below the Runner, only for it to swallowed down by the Bog with a gulp. Chris didn’t react, chanting slowing but never stopping. His gaze went towards the hills before a smile broke over his scarred face.

“I got you,” Chris murmured looking up at her finally. “I got you! Hold on a bit longer.”

With a rumbling, the world shook. The earthquake only grew and grew as a large boulder tumbled down the hillside with great coordination. It rolled and pathed its way towards the stream until it stopped… right below the Runner for her to rest her feet upon. Safe and sound.

As soon as she let go of the remaining of the bridge, which was nothing more than a singular rotting rope, the rock slowly submerged itself in the swamps, lowering, until it was at the previous level of the bridge. 

Smaller rocks gurgled upwards, pushing through the Bog with fierceness until they settled like stepping stones, a new bridge for the party of three. A dry, Bog-less path.

“That’s incredible!” the Runner beamed at the Beast-Hunter whose ears flushed pleasantly.

“You’re a troll, brother,” Changbin reaffirmed with awe.

“Rocks are my friends,” he simply said with a shrug.

Jisung didn’t wait for her on dry land. He heaved himself across the rock pathway, hopping between each dry stone with ease until he came upon her.

“You’re okay,” he breathed taking in her form. Not a drop of slime on her. He sighed out, his hands holding her arms and his head dropping to her sternum in relief. He could hear her heart beating. She was safe.

The adrenaline rushing through her was to blame when she let out a soft giggle. Jisung’s jeweled gaze met hers from between strands of sweaty hair. Eyes that glowered in annoyance, but she could see his genuine care. She hugged him briefly, his form feeling lithe and awkward beneath her squeeze of affection.

“I’m okay, lets get to dry land, and away from this place,” she encouraged.

Jisung simply nodded, crossing the rocks once more. Once ashore, he outstretched his hand for her to take so he could guide her to dry land, finally on the other side of the Bog of Eternal Stench.

“Thanks,” she thanked him.

The feeling of dirt beneath her feet was blessed. She sighed out, the smell somehow already lesser despite the Bog being only feet away.

Chris followed quickly behind, minding his steps as the Bog bubbled and boiled as it always did. Joining the group, the three smiled at one another. Another challenge had been overcome.

“Wait! Sir Chr-Chan, Sir Beast-Hunter, Brother!” there was a cry from across the Bog. Changbin, shield and sword in grasp, came clambering out of his tower. “Lord Hannie! Milady! Wait for me. I shall join thee!”

His crossing of the Bog was dainty, almost as if he was afraid of the Bog too. He tiptoed across the rock path until, with a thud and a clank, he landed before the three of them.

“Let me join you, Milady!” he fell to his knees before her feet, digging his sword into the dirt. Sir Changbin knelt before her with devotion. “I see now the wrongness of my ways. I shall not fight against the good in the world. I fight for honor and valiancy - which I now see is your path.”

He knelt his head down into a bow. 

“Hannie?” she queried softly, looking to him for aid.

Fae cant lie, but Changbin wasn’t fully fae. His blood wasn’t purple. He didn’t have the sharpened ears of the others. And his face bore a gentility and softness that was absent among her fae comrades.

“He’s not loyal to Hyunjin,” Han reassured quietly in her ear. “He’s a King’s Knight but he’s stuck in the past.” His words were saddened. “He is sworn to protecting honor. I’m not sure when the King stuck him here… if it was during his tyranny… it was to protect his own skin, not Changbin’s.”

Changbin remained still as a statue, but she could see his mismatched eyes glancing up at her as she and Han conversed. Every time she caught his gaze, he looked away, bashfully so.

An honorable Knight tossed aside by their King to protect their own tyranny.

A Beast-Hunter who disobeyed the throne to protect the guiltless.

A Gentleman-In-Waiting banished to the Desert Sea for upsetting his friend.  

A human fighting to the Goblin King’s tricks and Labyrinth to keep her autonomy.

The Labyrinth Runner knelt before Changbin, joining him in the dirt. He let out a huff through his nose, shocked by her action. All she did was offer him a smile.

“I’m trying to beat the Labyrinth. To go home.” She told him. “I’m a Runner with only a few hours left. If I fail, I will be trapped here under the command of the King. As his plaything. I don’t think I will be myself if that happens.”

His eyes were soft in the shifting sunlight. Understanding and… sorrowful. There were tears in his eyes she noticed. He blink, blink, blinked; the mistiness fading with each blink. He licked his lips, his Adam’s apple bouncing slowly.

“Will you help me find the way through the Labyrinth?” she inquired.

“Fair lady,” he proclaimed, earnestly. “My sword is yours. My shield is yours. I shall not rest until you are through this Labyrinth, safe and sound. This is upon my honor and lifeblood.”

He swore an oath easily, and it almost worried her how eager he was to trust her. Was this how she was in the eyes of Jisung?

An icky feeling settled in her stomach. A knowledge that if she failed, what would happen to Changbin? Would he pass? He swore on his blood…. There wasn’t time to think about that now. They had to keep moving. That will just be another ache in her back to recall when she slows, when she almost gives up. It wasn’t just her life at stake. Sometimes she worried Hyunjin would punish Jisung and Chris too.

She simply nodded and rose from her kneeling position, encouraging him to rise as well.

“Let’s go,” she said, looking towards the other members of her party.

Chris and Changbin nodded.

“This way, my Lady. Excuse me,” Changbin led the charge, shoving past the other two to push through flora and foliage in a direct path.

She nodded smiling at his eagerness before following behind the Knight. The Beast-Hunter followed beside her. Jisung lingered, slow to join the party.

Jisung paused besides the Bog staring off at it. The party’s voices already were growing faint as he stared at the challenge they had just overcame. The Runner’s kindness was overwhelming even after he put her in danger. A hand rose to rub at his cheek, the same cheek she had kissed in thanks. The very thing that got them into this problem.

She was so kind.

He pulled out the peach; the surface of the fruit was unblemished, not bruised despite his own battered form. Somehow it remained perfect. Stupid magic. Jisung gnawed at his lower lip, staring at the putrid thing. Evil fruit he thought as he shifted it in his fingers.

This little thing had gotten them into all this trouble. He eyed the Bog, and its gurgling surface. It’d be swallowed easily. It’d become rotten and stinking. She’d never want it. She’d be safe. He’d keep her safe.

He reeled his hand back to toss it, only to be stopped by an invisible force. His entire body froze up as the world paused. There were no gurgling waters of the Bog; no, its eruptions of stink froze in the air.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Jisung,” a voice echoed.

“Oh please,” Han huffed as he shut his eyes tight for a moment. He glanced up at the cave sky. There was something forming in-between the stalactites. A storm brewed in between the rockwork, clouds mistifying into existence and swirling with anxiety.

“Hyunjin, please,” he pleaded to the open air.

His head fell to the side to glance at the group continuing onwards. The Beast-Hunter and the Knight had been pushing aside brush and foliage for her. The lingering sunlight from the skylight far above haloed her in a glow.

“I can’t give it to her,” Jisung whispered.

The next moment, Jisung was being thrown to the nearby rocks. His form pressed against the slab, painfully. Hyunjin prowled out of the brush. His appearance was one Jisung had never seen on the King. Neither during his kingship or his princeship.

Hyunjin looked disheveled. His dark linen clothes stained in sweat. His once-blond hair inked to a raven shade. His makeup was dark and moody. His hateful gaze was puffy as if he had been crying. His lips were a bitten-strawberry red and chapped. He swarmed towards the goblin-fae. An arm pressed into Jisung’s throat. Jisung’s eyes widened large like bulging sparkling jewels in a cave as he spluttered.

“If you do not,” Hyunjin’s voice was raspy and low.

His eyes reaching depths, something that Jisung could only call demented. Storms brewed in his gaze, mimicking the storms brewing in the sky. He breathed in, his lips curling into a snarl.

“If you do not do so,” he breathed. “I will personally throw you into the City of the Forgotten,” the King growled. 

Jisung shivered, trembling at the thought of the City of the Forgotten. It was a far worse fate compared to the Bog of Eternal Stench. Worse than banishment.

“You’ll be trapped wishing for your treasures,” Hyunjin gritted out, glaring at his once-friend. “The treasures you betrayed me for!” he added with a cruel press of his arm into Jisung’s throat. “At the mercy of I.N. Never to be remembered, not even by your Y/N.”

Jisung was breathless, speechless at the King’s threat.

“Do as I say,” the King commanded, pressing at the fae’s throat with each word. “You are my subject not hers!” he bit out with viciousness.

“Han!” His name was called out by her, by Y/N.

And in a blink of an eye, the King faded away as if he had never been there in the first place. Leaving Han pressed against a slab of rock, wanting to cry. His hand squeezed the fruit in his grasp, hating the way it didn’t even dimple beneath his strength. He let out a shuddering breath as he turned to look towards the group.

“Coming, Y/N!”

What was he to do?

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PARK JISUNG FIC REC LIST

s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst

includes most of the fics from my old rec list. not all are on this list because those fics have either been deleted/privated or the account themselves has deactivated.

recommendation masterlist

my masterlist is here if you want to check out my jisung fics!

chasing pavements , part two [ brother’s best friend!jisung x fem!reader ] s,a

let me teach you how to smash [ badminton player!jisung x fem!reader, enemies to friends to lovers ] s,f,a

the quiet boy has a big dick?! [ quiet bad boy!jisung x fem!reader ] s

gooner [ jeno's younger brother!jisung x jeno's fwb fem!reader ] s

more than i should [ idol!jisung x stylist fem!reader ] s

louder [ jealous boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader ] s

8 letters [ baseball player!jisung x fem!reader ] f,a

arcade [ boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader ] s,f

(ask) [ fwb!jisung x fem!reader ]

auralism, part two, part three [ voice actor!jisung x fem!reader ] s

teach me [ established relationship ] s,f

the one that got away [ best friend au, unrequited love au ] f,a

full moon [ werewolf!jisung x fem!reader, established relationship ] s

1:29 AM [ friend’s brother!jisung x fem!reader ] s

testing… [boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader ] s

20cm [ childhood friends au, summer love au ] f,a

first snow [ boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader ] s,f

jealousy [ boyfriend!jisung x performer fem!reader ] s

sweeter than honey [ private prepschool au ] f,a

(ask) [ secret fwb au ] s

too young [ werewolf!jisung x witch fem!reader ] s,a

lollipop [ perv boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader ] s

park jisung x bimbo!reader [ park jisung x bimbo!reader ] s

gameboy [ gamer!jisung x gamer fem!reader, fwb to lovers au ] s

mask off [ boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader, role playing au ] s

no hands [ idol!jisung x fem!reader ] s

untitled [ best friend!jisung x fem!reader ] s

(ask) [ boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader, dreamies thinks he’s a virgin ] s,f

i.l.y. [ boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader, first time ] s,f

[hyuny-bunny]

skz + types of p*rn they watch (w/links) pt 2. maknae line

MDNI (+18) content warning: p*rn, nsfw links, mentions of rough sex, use of female anatomy, most afab reader terms. hentai, sub male dynamics, edging, tentacles, oral (both m and f receiving), public, corruption, size kink, spanking, pet names (miss, princess, slut), p*ssy slapping

a/n: thank you so much for all the love on the first one i'm so glad i get to make a part 2 hehehe enjoy ☺️

a/n: if the links are not working for you, you may need the app as most are not compatible with a web browser

pt. 1 hyung line

jisung: hentai... that's it. kidding (kinda). in all honesty i think he gravitates to hentai. he enjoys the over exaggerated tits, ass, cum, cocks, moans, etc. but i think he really likes tentacle hentai. i could 1000% see him buying a tentacle grinder to rub his pretty cock on. but if he's not in the mood for that, i think he's one for sub male porn. he wants someone to put him in place and use his pretty cock, edging him until he can't take it. in the same breath he also needs praise. he just wants to be a good boy for you

rewards for being a good boy

his favorite hentai 🤍

"you're such a good boy, jisungie, give me one more and then you can cum, okay?" this was hannie 5th orgasm ruined. he was a whimpering, crying mess under you but all he could utter out was "y-yes miss"

felix: i know so many people think he's just a sweet sweet boy who is all rainbows and sunshine but id argue he just hides he's cheeky side. he's a flirt and knows it, it's all masked under his love for physical affection. i think he leans more into porn where the male is being serviced more. i think he goes feral for those under desk blowjob videos. everytime he's at his desk gaming, he coaxes you into giving him head while he plays. he's also keen on a bit of exhibitionism, having you wear pretty skirts and sundresses that give him easy access to use you.

another underdesk moment

public teasing

"please princess, i promise this will be the last game and if i lose im all yours for the rest of the night" felix pats his lap with this. he'd promised you that if you blew while he played this game & he lost, he'd throw in the towel to be all yours for the night. you weren't gonna cave that easily... right ?

seungmin: my sweet puppy. i think he wants to believe he's more dominant then he actually is. i love mean dom seung but i also love submissive puppy seung. depending on his mood, alternates between mean dom porn or sub male porn. when he's leaning into his mean dom side, he loves watching a whimpering slut begging for her holes to be filled. reminding him of all the times he got you begging him to touch you, having you ride him with your hands bound.

subby seung being edged

rough seung using you

"please seung, just use me, i'm yours baby please use my pussy." seungmin had been playing with your pussy for the last 30 minutes with your hands bound and he casually scrolled through his phone.

"sorry pup but that just cost you another 5 minutes, if you stop being such a whiny slut i'll give you want but you have to behave." he winds his hand back landing a slap on your pussy with that.

jeongin: this man does things to me. he's a switch no doubt but my god does he love to dom. he gives me the vibe that he watches JAV. he really likes the shy timid girls being corrupted from start to end. the ones that like to be touched in public, fucked into submission. granted with as tall as he is, he also has a size kink. more so now with as muscular as he's gotten. he likes the idea of having you bent over and his lanky legs are towering over you while he's got you head locked to moan directly in your ear.

pussy hungry jeongin

spanking + playing w you

jeongin's tongue was a blessing and a curse, he'd been latched to your cunt since you walked into his room with no breaks. the lapping sounds of his tongue was enough to make you cum but he wouldn't allow it. every now he'd pull back to give your lips a sloppy kiss and then continue his ministration between your legs, holding your thighs open with his shoulders and hands.

[muntitled]

Condom or No Condom: Dreamy Edition

-' 7dream x afab!reader

-' Which dreamies are wrapping it up

-' cw: +18, mdni, Name calling, Breeding Kink, Coercion, Degradation Kink

Missed Renjun <3

# Mark | No Condom

-a very shy boy at times but his kinks are anything but

- the type to verbalize his interests in different kinks with small actions so you'd really need to pay attention

- Mark would intentionally forget to buy condoms

- Recently he'd be staying inside you longer.

He'd already be easing you out of your clothes, leaving wet kisses along your soft abdomen as you begin to tug on his long brown strands.

You'd already been wet for him a long tine ago, Mark just needed you especially pliant for when he could really start talking his shit, "You know how good you'd look with my baby inside you?" Mark's panting heavily, "Dude, seriously,"

Your hips would stutter upwards without you even meaning to, quickly prompting Mark to undo the drawstring of his sweatpants.

"You like that idea, yeah?"

You'd watch through hazy eyes as Mark pulls his cock just enough to line it up at your entrance. "Want me to hit it raw? Huh, Pretty Girl- fuck-" Just saying those words out loud has his cock twitching eagerly. Mark would be a heaving mess as he presses hich cock into your cunt. The sensation of your bare skin against his would give him brain fog, making him tremble as he kissed against your neck.

"Fuck, I'm gonna breed you, baby-" he'd kiss you again non stop, "Gonna breed my baby..."

# Renjun | Condom

- he can be persuaded into forgoing one but you'd need to construct an incredibly good argument (no you wont)

- the moment the idea falls from your lips, Renjun can't help the desire that runs through his stomach

- still, he'd try to be a good boyfriend. A responsible boyfriend.

"Why are you so scared to fuck me today?" You'd whisper into Renjun's ear, wholly frustrated from this make out sessions that has lasted for way too long. "We're not high schoolers, Ren, why aren't you inside me?"

He'd sigh in frustration as his threw his hand backwards on the pillows scattered around your bed. His hands naturally going to your hips.

"Condoms-" he'd sigh in frustration before peeking up from her palm of his hands

"I forgot to buy more-"

You had continued kissing up the side of his neck. Renjuin shivered when your tongue slithered out to lick a long stripe down his neck. "Thats fine."

His eyes are wide and so incredibly hungry when he swallows and asks. "Thats fine?"

"Thats fine," you'd nod. "Im on birth control-"

"Shit, why didn't you say this sooner-" he'd grumble

# Jeno | No Condom

- As soon as you're dating he'd forgo buying condoms altogether

- he actually thinks it's weird and unnatural not to have raw sex with his girl who's both tested and loyal

- this would also spur on his breeding kink

Jeno's teeth sink into your collarbone as he fucks you roughly against the wall. Like a dog in heat, the sound of your body snapping together is the only thing that fills the entire room.

"Such a pretty slut," he'd muttered through clenched teeth. "You only let me fuck you like this?" He'd have his palms locked around your neck as he watches you wrestle to stay conscious, "You only let me fuck you like this?" He'd repeat, this time with a much firmer voice.

Your lips trmeble as you say, "Only you Nono-"

"Fuck, I'm cumming-" and he would. The thought of you belonging to him being more than enough.

# Haechan | No Condom

- A menace in disguise

- For the better part of the relationship he'd entertain you and your 'we need a condom" narrative

- Boring

- He'd roll his eyes

- Until one day he just stops buying them altogether

- And then he'd throw away the condoms you kept in your house too

- And then he'd throw your birth control pills down the drain

He's whispering the most vile things into your ear as you sat on his lap, legs spread open as his fingers repeatedly stab your cunt.

His voice is low, in the way you like and your eyes are squeezed shut as you picture every filthy thing he's saying to you.

"God, Hyuck-"

"Listen to how wet you are- you want me to stick my cock inside you, huh? You wanna squeeze this tight pussy around Hyuck's cock?

"Fuck I'm, so close,' his thumb circles your clit, "I'm gonna fill you up so good, babe I promise-" you'd be done for, cumming everywhere as your body spasmed around his fingers.

"F-Fuck-"

"Great so we're on the same page then?" He'd ask,

"Huh?" You'd crane your lightheaded-head backwards, watching him with hazy eyes.

"No more condoms? We're on the same page"

"Hyuck when did i-"

"Exhibit a- he'd say, showing you his cum covered fingers glistening with your arousal.

# Jaemin | No Condom

- Jaemin considers himself a perfectly cautious guy. He is reliable and responsible, thank you very much.

- He just didn't really see much need for a condom anymore.

-He's growing tired of pulling out everytime

- He's a romantic

- He needs to feel close to you.

- When you slip up and tell him you're on birth control he's absolutely done for.

- He'd been dreaming about this since you started being intimate.

- since the thought of spurting his cum inside you had been rendering him absolutely feral

"Sorry," Jaemin said, lowering his iPad as he stared at you from across the couch, "What"d you just say?"

"I'm on birth control- hope that's okay-" your eyes would nearly fall out of your sockets as your boyfriend begins stripping right in front of you.

# Chen Le | No Condom

- He's thought about it... of course he's thought about it

- Chenle isn't too open about Sex until it's happening right in front of his eyes

- Only when the environment calls for it, would you even feel comfortable enough suggesting something so lewd

- the thing about that is, although he might not voice all his sexual interests allowed, there will be signs

"Jesus, what the fuck did you say to me?" Chenle had removed his headset, swiveling in his chair to stare at you wide eyed. From your spot on his bed you roll your eyes, as you tap away at your screen. "Oh so you're too busy gaming with your friends whenever i ask anything important. But the second I tell you I wanna feel you inside me, then you can hear me,"

Chenle's hand rushes to adjust the bulge forming in his sweatpants, lest he cums right there. He murmers in mandarin before severing the line as he rests his headsets on the table, fully gaining his attention. "Oh my god you're such a fucking slut-" he smirks as he slowly stands from his gaming chair. You swallowed thickly as he talks towards the bed. The environment being apparently perfect enough for Chenle's mouth to spew whatever it wanted.

"You wanna be my little slut huh? Just mine?"

# Jisung | No Condom

- a very shy boy

- a very perverted boy

- of course he's thought about hitting it raw before

- he's gotten off the the idea of breeding you ever since you became a couple.

- it was be the biggest thing on the forefront of his mind

"Wanna feel you- Jisungie," you were grinding yourself on his lap, prompted by his trembling hands guiding your hips on top of him. Jisung's mind was rotten with all the dirty things he'd dream about doing to you. This being at the top of his list.

"I need you inside mee-" you'd whisper in his ear, prompting him to gasp as his hips stutter upwards into yours. You could feel the size of his bulge underneath his clothes. You could feel the desperation with which he grinded his cock along your crotch, hoping for even the tiniest bit of friction.

"You wanna do me raw, Sungie?"

The second those words leave your mouth, a wet spot begins to form in his pants as he cuts accidently.

"F-Fuck-" he couldn't stop himself.

Despite this, Jisung's cock is still hard.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction || You Were Clingy And Suddenly You Aren't

PAIRING: Skz x GN!Reader 

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

CHAN:

You hadn’t even meant to overhear the conversation the boys were having but you had and ever since you’d distanced yourself from Chan, giving him space, major space even. You'd stopped showing up at the dorms after work and you stopped going to spend time with Chan at the studios on your days off. You didn't want to be around him if you were too clingy, or overbearing to him and you panicked.

"You're ignoring me and I hate it," Chan said bluntly as he sat across from you at the cafe you would frequent. You forced yourself to look up from the book you'd been trying to read and frowned seeing him standing there.

"What?" You were sure he was supposed to be in practice right now and yet here he was panting and staring at you.

"You're ignoring me, did I do something wrong?" His voice broke as he pulled out a chair and sat down across from you,

"What? No...N-No, I'm just giving you space." You smiled weakly, shutting your book and looking up at him. You didn't want to get into this in the middle of a cafe but you also didn't want to go back to the dorms with him and risk another comment from Seungmin.

"When have I ever said I needed space?" He chuckled at you but you didn't find any of this funny, you were a little stressed that he didn't see you the same way you saw yourself right now.

"You haven't but I realise how overbearing I am right now-"

"What are you talking about?" His hand clasped yours in his grip and he ran his thumb over your skin, your heart picking up as you let out a small whimper. 

"Seungmin said he never sees us apart and I realised how tiring that must be for you." You shrugged, trying to take your hand back but Chan gripped you a little tighter,

"Yn." He whispered, his voice laced with sympathy,

"I'm sorry if I'm too much sometimes, I just...I like spending time with you." Tears were beginning to roll down your cheeks even though you hadn't meant to cry, everything you'd been bottling up finally overflowing,

"And I love spending time with you, it doesn't matter what Seungmin said." He mumbled, moving to the spot right next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"Let's go home, okay? I missed you and I have some cuddling with you to catch up on." He smirked a little making your whole body heat as you nodded at him, quickly kissing his cheek.

MINHO:

After you'd heard Chan say to Minho that you were "Around each other all the time." you'd stopped going around as much. It wasn't anything personal but you didn't want to be too much for Minho, or the others. You worried they'd find you annoying if you were too clingy with your boyfriend and so you took some steps back.

"Yn? I know you can hear me...Just talk to me, did I do something wrong?" Minho pleaded through the door of your apartment. You hadn't responded to him all day and he was beginning to worry you were in a fight without him realising you were in a fight.

"I'm going to use the emergency key if you don't answer." He warned before you sighed, unlocking the door and stepping to the side to let him in.

"Are you sick? Did we have a fight and I didn't notice?" He laughed weakly as he made his way to your sofa and sat down, a clear sign that he wasn't going to go anywhere any time soon so you shut the door and sat across from him.

"No."

"So then what's going on?" He hated overthinking and that was all he'd managed to do ever since you'd disappeared on him and gone quiet.

"I'm giving you some space." You offered as if he'd asked for it but he frowned, shaking his head,

"Space? Why?"

"I feel like I'm overbearing sometimes and I worry I'm around you too much." You'd been overthinking it ever since you'd heard Chan and now you worried if you came on too strong with Minho he'd leave.

"Baby, I enjoy spending time with you." He reached out to touch you but you shifted away from him.

"I know you say that but I feel like I'm too clingy and I should just give you some space."

"But I don't need that, I need my beautiful and amazing partner by my side, always." He whispered as you sniffled a little, tears running down your cheeks as you stared back at him,

"I just don't want you to think I'm smothering you." As soon as he heard you say that he dragged you onto the sofa beside him,

"You could never smother me, if there was ever an issue we would talk about it, don't pull away from me." He begged, his hand running over your cheek as he rid your face of the tears,

"Okay..."

"Trust me, baby, we're good." He tells you as he wraps you in the tightest hug he could manage, your body relaxing a little as you finally felt close to him again.

CHANGBIN:

"I never see you two without each other." The words had seemed so casual coming from Minho's lips and yet you suddenly felt as though your whole world was coming apart around you. 

"Yn? You going home?" Changbin frowned as he walked into his bedroom to find you packing up your things. After you'd heard Minho you knew it was time to give Changbin some space.

"I thought you were staying here tonight."

"Yeah, I just, I thought I should give you some space." You shrugged it off, doing your best to stay as calm and rational as possible but your mind kept going back to your past relationships. Whenever you got too clingy things would go sideways and they'd split with you and you didn't want that with Changbin.

"Space?" He frowned and stood beside you,

"I've been clingy lately and I don't want to smother you, so I'm going to head home." You folded up your last bit of clothing but Changbin was just as confused as he was when he started this conversation

"Smother me? Yn, you could never smother me...Where is this coming from?" He put his hand on your shoulder trying to make you look at him but you didn't, you knew if you did you'd give up and stay all night.

"I just worry that I'm always around and it's probably too much for you. I don't want to be that kind of a partner to you."

"Yn." He stilled your hands on your bag, 

"I love having you around, you make everything better and you're not too much." He hated that you could ever think such a thing when he thought the entire world of you,

"But in my last relationships, things were too much and I don't want to end up pushing you away." You whispered, your voice cracking a little as Changbin held your face in his hands.

"I get that, but we're different. Okay? I don't want you to distance yourself from me because of some bonehead in the past." You stare at him a little unsure of what to do.

"We can spend the night here and then you'll see how much I need you around." He whispered as you nodded a little, your cheeks heating as he kissed you softly.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin knew that there was something wrong the moment you'd stopped replying to him over text and then when you cancelled most of your plans he knew he had to do something to make you feel better.

"What...What are you doing here?" You questioned your boyfriend as you walked into your apartment to see him cooking for you.

"You're home early, damn, this was supposed to be done for when you came in." He brushed his hands down his apron and hugged you tightly, you hugged him back but frowned at him.

"What was?"

"Dinner." He gestured to the oven behind him which was filled with food.

"I noticed you were being distant and I wanted to come over and do something nice for you." He smiled warmly but you just felt guilty that he'd come all the way out here to do this for you.

"Is everything okay?" He asked as he went back to stirring whatever it was on the hob but you looked down at the floor. Everything was fine until Changbin mentioned that he never saw you apart from one another and you realised you needed to give Hyunjin space.

"I'm just worried I might be too clingy...or overbearing," You shrugged, scratching the back of your neck as Hyunjin froze.

"Clingy and overbearing? What would give you that thought?" He stopped what he was doing, moving the food off the heat.

"I love our time together," He added, worry started to seep into him as he thought about it.

"I know you say that now but I don't want you to feel suffocated or that I'm always around." Within seconds Hyunjin was in front of you and frowning,

"Yn, being with you is the best part of my day, you're never suffocating to me." He smiled a little.

"But we're never apart and I don't want you to get sick of me." You sniffled a little but Hyunjin kissed you softly, wrapping his arms around you.

"If there is one thing in this world I can promise you, it's that I would neve ever get sick of you." He explained, you hesitated for a second a little unsure of what to do but you smiled weakly.

"You're sure?" You quizzed before he nodded, kissing your cheek.

"We can talk more over dinner, but I promise you I don't want or need you to put space between us," He told you, kissing the top of your head and going back to cooking.

JISUNG:

Ever since last week, Jisung had noticed something changing with you and he was beginning to worry he'd done something that might have upset you. Even now as you walked together on the beach he could sense something was wrong. You weren't holding his hand or onto his arm like you usually would and you weren't asking him to go on rides with you or to play some fair games when you would pass by them.

"Is everything okay? With us...I mean." He usually wasn't upfront with his feelings but ever since the two of you had started seeing one another he'd been getting better at it,

"Yeah." It was obviously a lie and Jisung frowned at you, stopping still and making you look at him.

"What's going on?" He stared at you and you knew he wasn't going to stop asking unless you told him the truth which worried you more than you cared to admit.

"Do you think we're around each other too much?" You finally asked making Jisung's eyebrows knit together in a frown.

"No? Why?" He shook his head at you but you looked away from him,

"It was something Felix mentioned...T-That we're never apart and I worry that-"

"You're clingy?" He finished for you and you nodded a little before he sighed and kissed your cheek.

"You're not clingy at all, you know I love having you around right?" He stares at you and smiles a little.

"You make me feel less anxious, you make me feel like a whole other person when I'm with you and I never want space." He told you simply, bringing you into his arms and smiling as you cuddled into him.

"You promise you'll come to me in the future if you start to worry again?" He quizzed and you nodded your head, kissing him quickly as you continued your walk on the beach front.

FELIX:

As you rounded the corner of your apartment building you frowned finding Felix standing there knocking on your door.

"Felix? I thought we cancelled tonight." You said as you walked closer to him but something was off, you could see he'd been crying and it instantly made you worry.

"Are we okay? Are you breaking up with me?" He sniffled, you quickly ushered him into your apartment not wanting to get any unwanted attention from your neighbours and you shut the door.

"Breaking up? What? No." You mumbled shaking your head at him.

"You've been so distant and then J-Jisung said it meant you were going to break things off with me."

"Jisung is wrong." You grumbled, you and Jisung weren't exactly seeing eye to eye after you'd heard him mention to Felix how clingy you were.

"So then what's going on? Did I do something to upset you?"

"No, Lix." You sighed sitting next to him on the sofa.

"I overheard Jisung talk about me and he mentioned how we're never apart and I just...I thought I was giving you space." You shrugged it off and Felix sighed, clearly frustrated.

"I'm sorry you heard him say that but....for the record, I assure you that I don't find you clingy...I love you so much," He smiled warmly at you but you looked down at the floor.

"I don't want to be a burden," Your head was slowly tilted up to look at Felix and you smiled weakly.

"You're not a burden, Yn. I'll talk to Jisung and clear this up but don't let his dumb words affect us," He told you sternly before kissing you softly and standing up.

"Where are you going?" You frowned as he stretched a little,

"To talk to Jisung."

"No. Stay and cuddle I missed you," You laughed, dragging him back to you, he could talk to Jisung another time, right now it was just you and him.

SEUNGMIN:

Seungmin hadn't always been the best at expressing himself when it came to your relationship but he always felt as though he'd done a pretty good job up until now. Now he had no idea what was wrong and if he'd done something to upset you since you'd just distanced yourself from him. 

"Seungmin? What are you doing here?" You whispered as you turned around to find your boyfriend in your office, somewhere he shouldn't have been if he didn't want to get noticed. You quickly shut and locked your door, pulling the blinds down.

"I had to see you, we've barely spent any time together."

"I've been busy." You lied looking down at the floor but Seungmin wasn't going to take some bullshit for an excuse he needed to know what was going on.

"You've been acting distant for weeks, what's going on?"

"I just figured you needed some space." Seungmin waited for you to say something else but when you didn't he frowned even more at you.

"Why would I need space?" He stared down at you as you sat at your desk,

"I've been a little annoying and clingy lately and I didn't want to keep bothering you."

"When have you ever bothered me? Where would you even get such an idea?" He sat across from you and narrowed his eyes a little, he was like a human lie detector and you knew you wouldn't be able to hide anything from him.

"Jeongin mentioned how we're never apart and I just- I thought you might get annoyed with me." You explained before Seungmin stared at you as though you had a second head.

"Baby, you're not annoying, you never could be...ever, I don't ever want you to feel like that." He moved quickly to kneel by your side and he took your hands in his, kissing them softly.

"I love you...Okay? You're important to me and I want us to be able to talk if things ever bother us," He offered and you nodded, quickly kissing him and smiling to yourself.

"I promise to come to you in the future," He nodded and kisses you again, deeper this time,

JEONGIN:

It was a quiet night in until Jeongin showed up at your door, usually Friday nights were reserved for the two of you to spend time together but you'd been acting differently lately and it was starting to worry him. Especially tonight when you cancelled on him seemingly to do nothing at home.

"You're acting weird and I'm worried," Jeongin explained as he stood in your apartment, you refused to look at him instead choosing to stare at the TV with a drama playing on it.

"Yn, talk to me." He begged as he sat across from you on the coffee table. Sighin you looked at him, you hesitated in telling him everything but you knew he'd never leave if you didn't spill your guts to him.

"I'm sorry if I've been distant...I just-" You sighed, you didn't even know where to start with any of this.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I just want to understand what's going on. Is something or someone bothering you?" He stared at you with concern written all over his face and you sighed,.

"Lately I've just been feeling like maybe I'm too clingy and then I heard Minho mention that we're never apart and it just...it drove home what I was already feeling," You mumbled, playing with the sleeves of your shirt as jeongin stared at you.

"Clingy? You're not clingy at all, nowhere near." He mumbled, quickly moving to sit beside you.

"I don't know, I heard what Minho said and then at work, I heard people talking about their relationships and I just...I thought I was being a burden." Jeongin reached out and took your hands in his.

"You're not and never will be a burden to me, Yn. I love you and want you in my life."

"I don't want to ever smoother you or make you feel trapped with me." You added and he smiled at you,.

"Okay, but communication is key. Shutting me out and putting space between us won't let us fix what's going on. We need to talk it through together." He squeezed your hands a little and you nodded, you knew he was right deep down and you kissed him softly.

"I promise to talk if anything bothers me again," You whispered before the two of you cuddled together on the sofa for a while.

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[4chensungs]

after sex with jisung is pure perfection. almost as good as the sex itself. 

you two had been going for hours, his stamina is so fucking high and he just can't get enough of you. 

your legs are completely wobbly, every part of your body is sore. your eyes are closed and the only thing you're able to feel right now is: tiredness and the cozy and restful sensation running through your body from your boyfriend's loving words. 

"i got you.. i got you, baby." he mumbles right on the spot where your shoulder and neck meet; his heavy breathing making his lips press onto your skin every time he speaks. 

jisung kisses your neck ever so gently, runs his big hands all over your body, caressing every perfect inch of you, in attempt to show you that he loves, he cares.

"it hurts, ji." your voice is almost a whisper, fingers tangling in his dark sweaty hair.

his left hand made its way between your legs under the sheets, just resting his palm on your crotch; afraid any kind of touch might hurt, “shh.. i know, princess. you’ll be alright.. i’m sorry m’.. so sorry…” 

jisung sounds drunk, mind messy and full of you. almost as if he’s still in that haze you put him in. how can he not when his girlfriend’s velvety walls hug him so perfectly, making him fight the urge to stay buried deep inside you forever. 

"you did wonderful, my love. so good." he kisses your neck again, nuzzling his nose on the skin, "'m sorry if it was too much.. got caught up in the moment." 

you chuckle at his words and hug his hot bare torso, silently writing down your names on his back with your nails. “it'll be okay, yeah baby? let's get you cleaned up. i promise you'll feel much better." he assures you that the soreness will soon go away. 

"mhm... please, ji." his eyes search for yours, leaning to give a chaste peck to your wet lips, "let me take care of you, baby.” he grins. 

jisung's sweaty body soon lose its contact with yours, he gets off the bed and make his way to the bathroom, preparing the water and letting you rest for some more while before calling you. 

aftercare with your lover means that he'll be the most attentive ever. jisung ties your hair up in a ponytail, helping you join the tub before gently running the water down your face to your body. 

he rubs the soap on your arms, stomach; gently pushes your knees up to your chest, making sure to take care of the still sensitive spot between your legs. 

"i love you so much.” jisung whispers once again, wanting this to be the three words that you'll hear the most this night. 

you can only hum and smile weakly as a reaction. he helps you get off the tub, wrapping the towel around your body, as well as his arms that hug you to his chest.

after being all clean and dressed in one of jisung's huge oversized shirts, you finally lay down on the bed again. 

"feeling alright, princess?" your boyfriend hugs you tightly, smiling when he sees you nodding. 

he kisses your forehead, "i love to hear that.” and his smile grows even wider when you lean closer to his face to whisper,

“and i love you. i don’t think i said that today.”

[miupow]

★ ── LE SEXE, JE VEUX DIRE ! [MAKNAE LINE]

what happens when you give the maknae line an aphrodisiac 。 。 。?

꒰୨୧ ꒱ pairing。stray kids maknae line x fem!reader genre。 pure smut , pwp warnings。 aphrodisiacs , sex while intoxicated , mutual masturbation , unprotected sex , vaginal fingering , oral (f. and m. rec) , spanking , cowgirl position , face sitting , squirting , overstimulation

a/n ⸝⸝ requested maknae line version of my hyung line drabble! [ 0. 6k words ] ⸝⸝ [ m. list ]

𝓙ISUNG

god, he’s already so needy just as he is… losing all self control instantly, shoving his hand down his sweats to pull out his thick cock before you can even reach for him. masturbating together on either side of the couch, greedy eyes watching eachother get off, jisung’s cock growing harder and harder with every stroke of his hand, every circle of your fingers against your swollen clit. unable to stop yourselves until you’ve both cum, the cushions wet and sticky from your combined releases— jisung doesn’t care as he shreds the clothes off of the both of you, tugs you down to meet him as he guides his already stiffening cock against your drenched hole. you’ll fuck until you can’t anymore, the both of you drained completely dry, embraced in eachothers arms as you lay spent on the ruined couch. “let’s do that again,” jisung giggles into your hair, “that was fun!”

𝓕ELIX

felix is always more of a giver than a receiver, and nothing could be truer than when he’s under the spell of an aphrodisiac. all he wants is to please you, make you feel good, let him give himself entirely to you so you can drown in pleasure. opening you up on his fingers slowly and expertly, making sure you feel every inch of his short fingers inside of you, his rough fingertips pressing just right against your gummy sweet spot as he plays with your clit in his other hand. bringing you to the edge over and over, making you cum until your juices drip down his wrists. it’s like he gets stuck in some kind of trance, unable to pull himself away or stop himself from touching you, kissing you, loving you. finally breaking out of it when you cry out loudly and tug at his hair, his own deep moan intertwining with yours as you sob out for his cock instead. and of course lixxie is going to give it to you, he’d do anything you asked.

𝓢EUNGMIN

you made him this way, seungmin grumbles, when you let out a pathetic hiccup of “t-too much!” , your voice garbled and ruined from his cock in your mouth. it’s your responsibility to fix the mess you made, on your hands and knees swallowing his cock down your throat, little hand stroking what couldn’t fit— seungmin reaches over you to land a harsh slap to your ass, snickering at the way you gag and choke around him. you’re just a toy for his pleasure, a sex doll for him to use to get off; ordering you to serve him and take it all like the good girl he knows you are. his fingers tangling in your hair, his pretty cries he tries to hold in, take it like he knows you love it and he’ll reward you with his hot cum down your throat and his cock speared deep in your pussy. maybe he’ll even give you a creampie, if you beg prettily enough.

𝓙EONGIN

innie gets so thirsty for pussy when he’s given an aphrodisiac, absolutely shameless in rolling over onto his back and begging you to sit on his face. he’ll eat you with your clothes still on, he doesn’t care one bit— pulling your skirt up to your waist and tugging your wet panties to the side with his teeth before diving into your cunt. and he really wants you to sit, put all of your weight on him, don’t worry, he’s strong enough! tugging you down onto his face when you hover over him, too nervous to fully sit down, “c’mon, i said sit!” his big veiny hands constantly wandering all over your body as he eats you out like a starved man, his nose bumping your clit as he gropes at your exposed ass and tits, your little waist, your plush thighs. make him breathless , smother him with your pussy— and watch him cum in his sweatpants as he makes you squirt on his tongue, his pretty whines and whimpers muffled by your thighs.

[krosiefics]

let’s fulfill the prophecy • minsung x reader

M D N I 18+

Synopsis: you and your best friends, Minho and Jisung, don’t mind talking about your sex lives and desires. Though one night when Jisung makes a suggestion about a fantasy all three of you share, you can’t help but take the offer.

WC: 2.9k

Warnings: PURE SMUT, pwp, smut, afab!reader, softdom!minho, switch!reader, sub!jisung, bsf!minho, bsf!jisung, piv, unprotected sex (PEE AFTER SEX AND USE PROTECTION), same hole double penetration, threesome, vaginal sex, double creampie, jisung is super vocal while minho isn’t, oral (f&m receiving), nippleplay (f&m receiving), some m/m action, breeding kink, pet names (baby, princess, pretty, good boy), friends to idk what(lovers???)…probably forgetting some- tee hee sorry

a/n: imma go touch grass now just like chan told us

Even though your two best friends are boys, you never thought much about talking to them about your sex life, they never hindered from telling you theirs either. So tonight didn’t seem any different.

The three of you gathered around the short wooden coffee table that laid in the middle of the living room, blabbing about things that happened this week.

“Ooh! There was a girl that was all over Minho this week!” Jisung exclaimed as if he just remembered the most important thing in the world. His words peeked your interests, you turned your gaze over to the previously mentioned boy, giving him a knowing look.

Minho’s shoulders rose from being put on the spot, “She wasn’t all over me…she was just there?” Minho furrowed his brows in a questioning manner. “She was totally into you! She was hot too!” Jisung said matter-a-factly, crossing his arms and jutting out his chin. Minho simply rolled his eyes at him.

Minho isn’t necessarily the type to have one-night stands unlike Jisung who likes to play around a bit. “Well what about you Ji? You’ve snuck your way into anyone’s pants this week?” Minho changes the subject. Jisung’s eyes usually light up like a kid on Christmas when he’s asked about his sex life. Liking to recall everything while you and Minho just sit there listening…internally disturbed at some of the things he says.

Though, this time, Jisung’s eyes didn’t have that spark. The round cheeked boy simply shook his head, “I’ve been left blue balled all week. That one girl I told yall about got a family emergency notification while we were grinding on each other!” Jisung threw his hands up in the air in frustration.

You let out a snort and Minho chuckles at his words. “What about you?”

“Me? Nah, haven’t gotten laid in a few weeks. Though when I went to the bar last weekend these two random dudes offered to do a three way with me-“

“Shit, a threesome sounds like so much fun! I wanna do one!” Jisung cut you off, “How was it?!”

“Well if you would let me fucking finish- I turned them down cuz my friend I was with puked.”

“Aww, would you have said yes if she hadn’t puked?” Minho pokes at you jokingly.

“Yeah probably, it’s seems like it’d be intresting- but at the same time I’d want them to be trustable people since I’m guessing it’d hurt like fuck! Don’t wanna be just left to clean up myself, you know.”

As you rambled you failed to notice Jisung suggestively nudging Minho with his elbow. Minho stared between him and you, before realizing what Jisung was indicating. “Jisung what the fuck?” The black haired boy stared at the younger. You look between the two confused.

“Oh c'mon Min! It’d be fun don’t ya think?!” Jisung whined, Minho continued staring at him as if he was crazy. “What is it?”

“This dumbass just suggested that we have a threesome.” Minho spat, though he’d never admit aloud that the idea slightly aroused him.

“Wait…you wanna try it too, right Ji?” You ask, Jisung nods frantically in response. “Do you wanna try it Min?” Minho stared at you as if you’d lost your mind by agreeing with Jisung. “I mean…I guess, but won’t you think it’s weird?”

“Oh c’mon! It’s for scientific research to determine if we like it or not.” You whine just as Jisung had done prior. “I guess.” He answered unsure. You notice his uneasiness, “Hey, if you don’t wanna do it we won’t.” Minho smiled at you appreciatively, “No, I want to do it.”

“Are we doing this or what?” Jisung grinned, popping up from his spot on the floor and making his way to your bedroom door. Your heart raced with anticipation, you’d be lying if you said you’d hadn’t thought about this before…when your best friends are as hot as Minho and Jisung are, how could you not fantasize about them at least one time.

You bolted up from your spot on the floor and towards your bedroom, pulling Jisung inside. “C’mon Min!” Jisung called out to the elder who just watched as the two of his best friends just ran off to a room to have sex together. Nonetheless, Minho rose from his spot, walking towards your now open bedroom door. As Minho neared the door, he watched as Jisung had his lips attached to your neck.

You tilt your head, allowing him more space to nibble and suck at. Your eyes shifted to the man who was standing at your door, you motioned for him to come over. “We’re actually doing this then?”

Minho sighed, arousal shooting quickly to his cock. “We can stop if you want.” You stated, Jisung whining at your words. Minho shook his head as he neared the two of you. “You guys are actually insane.” The feline-eyed boy chuckles, cupping your cheek in his hand. You melt into his touch with a sigh.

Small moans began flowing from your mouth as Jisung bit down along your collarbone before licking a stripe on the spot. “Ji,” You scrunch your eyes, hands flying to his hair. Jisung pulled away from your neck with a smirk. As Jisung fully removes himself from you, Minho decides to take the lead and back you towards the bed, falling onto the bed when the back of your knees hit the mattress.

Minho guided you gently to lay down. “You sure you want this?” He stared down at you, he noticed how flushed your cheeks were and the multiple marks that Jisung had left on your skin. “God yes, shit, this might just be an excuse at this point.” You bashfully confess, turning your head away to avoid eye contact. “Oh, she thinks we’re hot!” Jisung piped up, you felt the weight of the bed dip to your left. Jisung hovered over you, his face coming into your sight. “Don’t worry babe, I’ve thought about this before too. How could I not, you two are ridiculously hot.” He grins before placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

Your eyes follow Jisung’s as he turns his gaze to Minho who just stands there, lip caught between his teeth. “He’s probably fantasized about this more though.” Though you weren't looking at him, you knew he wore a teasing smirk. “Oh fuck you Ji.” Minho groaned, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, “That’s what I’m trying for you to do.” Growing annoyed, Minho pushes Jisung onto the bed, harsher than how he guided you down.

“Hey pretty,” Minho turned his gaze to you, his eyes burning with lust, “Wanna help me out with this one while I take care of you?” You can feel your heart hammering in your chest, Minho’s sudden change in demeanor fully arousing you. You quickly rise from the bed and straddle Jisung’s hips. Jisung stares up at you with rosey cheeks. “You gonna take care of me baby- oh fuck!” His teasing was cut short with the roll of your hips. His hands fly up to your hips, trying to guide you to move faster, but you’re faster, slapping his hands away. “If you’re a good boy I’ll let you touch later.”

Jisung groans loudly at your words, you note how his cock twitched under you at the pet name. You continue rolling your hips into his, soft whimpers falling from both of your mouths. Suddenly, a pair of hands start trailing along the curves of your body, trailing their way down to the hem of your t-shirt. You could feel Minho’s warmth behind you. His hands stop right at the hem, as if the boy behind you were asking to continue. You were quick to nod, pleas flowing from your mouth.

Minho tugged your shirt up and over your head, your chest now almost fully exposed to your best friends. Jisung watched as you grind down on him as Minho took your shirt off. He could see how your nipples pebbled through your bra. Jisung’s hands unconsciously moved to touch them, but yet again you smacked them away before he could touch you. “What did I say?” You tsked.

Jisung simply whined. “Shirt.” You order below, he’s quick to understand what you mean, peeling his shirt from his body, tossing it somewhere in the room.

You stared down at the flushed boy, his abs flexed and his nipples hardened. You reach down and pinch one of his nubs, twisting and pulling at it as whines flow from Jisung’s mouth. “Fuck, baby c’mon! Lemme touch you already…I wanna touch you.” He babbles. You hunch over, taking one of his nipples in your mouth, nibbling at the nub teasingly as Jisung’s cock throbbed against your cunt. “Holy fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Suddenly you’re pulled away from Jisung’s chest. Hands harshly gripping your hips before hesitantly cupping your breasts, you throw your head back, resting it on Minho’s shoulder. Minho takes this as a chance to suck at the skin of your neck. Trailing his teeth along your neck before leaving feather kisses under your ear.

Your hips rolled needily into Jisung below you. The latter staring up with an arousal driven gaze as he watched you grind into him, the feeling of your warmth against him, Minho kneading at your tits and his mouth all over your skin…the skin that he, Jisung, wanted to so desperately touch. “Baby…please. I’ve been a good boy- I’ll keep being a good boy, just let me touch you.” Jisung fisted the sheets next to him as your hips edged him towards his climax.

“Fuck, Imma cum.” He warned. And almost immediately you lifted yourself from him, a broken moan slipping past his lips from the loss of friction, Minho also frowning at the loss of contact with your tits. “Baby, why’d you do that?”

“You said you were gonna be a good boy, no?” You teased him, his round cheeks flushing an impossibly deeper shade of red. You smirk at his reaction.

You tugged at the elastic waistband of your shorts and panties, sliding them down your legs till you could kick them off somewhere. Both Jisung and Minho watched as you removed the articles of clothing, the sight making their cocks throb in their pants. “Min, care to help tease him for a bit.” You offered, your eyes burning into Jisung’s. Minho nodded, his eyes turning towards the younger boy. Minho didn’t fail to notice the bulge Jisung was sporting through his jeans.

“Pretty boy, you want help with these?” Minho smirked, his fingers trailing along the hem of Jisung’s jeans, looping around one of the belt loops. “God please- fuck Min!” Jisung groaned, willing to do anything at this point to be touched or touch someone. Jisung reached for Minho’s wrist but stopped himself, assuming he’d get rejected again.

Minho let out a deep chuckle before wrapping his fingers around Jisung’s wrist and guiding it to his face. “I’ll let you touch me for now.” He cocked his head as his fingers worked Jisung’s zipper down. You watched as the two boys maneuvered around to get Jisung undressed, until Jisung laid there fully naked. His cock erected, resting on his lower abdomen. Your mouth watered as you stared at the pretty boy’s cock. You wanted him in your mouth- no you needed him in your mouth.

“Minnie, can you prep me?” You asked Minho though your eyes remained on Jisung’s cock. Minho’s gaze shifted from Jisung to you. He noticed your staring and shifted over, freeing up space between Jisung’s legs. “You sure?” Minho asked as you bent over, leaving your ass exposed to him. “Yeah, I am…are you guys?”

“Fuck yeah.” Minho breathed out. “Can one of yal fucking touch me…please?” Jisung cried out, his cock leaking precum as it throbbed painfully.

You roll your eyes playfully before leaning in and taking the whining boy into your mouth. A waterfall of ‘fucks’ and ‘so good baby’ fell from his mouth, Jisung’s eyes screwed shut, but not until he started feeling vibrations against his cock. His eyes snap open, seeing how you took his cock into his mouth so easily, your lips so pink and wet around his shaft.

Another wave of vibrations surrounded his cock, he finally noticed that they were your moans. Your moans as Minho ate you out from behind, wet sounds of your juices mixing with his spit as his fingers pumped into your sopping cunt. “Fuck Min, keep doing that! She’s taking me so well!” Jisung cried out, his knuckles were white with how tight he was holding on to the sheets, just like how he was holding off his climax as best he could.

“I think you’re good now, pretty.” Minho said with a huff, his face wet with your arousal. You pulled away from Jisung’s throbbing cock with a ‘pop’.

Swinging your legs over the younger’s hips, straddling him as you had previously. “You ready Ji?”

“More than ready, princess.” Your eyes go wide at the sudden nickname, your heart unreasonably hammering into your chest. You shake your head out of it. The messy haired boy hisses as you guide his cock towards your entrance.

You sink down slowly onto his cock, the two of you letting out pornographic moans at the feeling. His cock fit you so well, you could feel every vein and curve of his cock as you unconsciously clenched around him, prompting him to buck his hips slightly.

Jisung’s gaze fell on your face, how your eyes scrunched up with pleasure as you began rolling your hips onto his, the new feeling already edging you both towards an orgasm. His gaze fell to your lips and how they formed a small ‘o’ shape as breathy moans left them. Fuck, he wanted to kiss you so bad. You must’ve picked up on his desire because before the two of you knew it, you were kissing.

Lips moving sloppily against each other as your hips started moving faster and as Jisung started thrusting into you. “Sungie.” You whimpered into the kiss, his hands flying to your face, cupping your cheeks gently. Jisung didn’t even care if you’d be upset at him touching you. But you didn’t care, you need his hands in you. “I’m right here princess.” He cooed as his hands made their way down to your hips, steadily holding as he thrust into you.

You moan into the kiss when you feel something else probing at your entrance. It was Minho’s finger. The older boy watched as his younger friends made out like hormonal teenagers. His finger traced along the rim of your pussy which was currently taking Jisung. “I’ve waited a bit, no?”

Minho smirked as he pushed his finger inside your hole, both you and Jisung letting out moans.

Minho worked his fingers in and out of you, stretching your hole even more while Jisung pounded into you. “You ready?” Minho asked, his hands rubbing circles on your waist. “God, need to feel both of you- fuck, now please Min- fuck Sungie!”

“Oh fuck!” Jisung and you moaned simultaneously as Minho pushed his cock into your tight cunt. The stinging pain of both of their cocks only turning you on more. “Fuck, Imma cum- fucking shit.” Jisung warned, his cock twitching deep inside you along Minho’s. “Fu...f-fill me up- you’ve been a good boyf fill me up baby.” You slump your head against his as Minho pounds you from behind.

Jisung spills over the edge, filling you up with every last drop of his seed, your pussy milking him so perfectly. Minho continued rutting into you, Jisung cried out from the overstimulation but nonetheless didn’t pull out. “Fuck, Minnie Imma cum- fuck Min!” A tear fell from your eye as your mind went blank with ecstasy. Your climax hit you like a truck as you squirted around both of their cocks, leaving Jisung’s abdomen soaked.

“Fucking hell.” Minho grunted at how tight you clenched around him that it sent him over the end. His hips stuttered as he filled you with his seed, both his and Jisung mixing within yours.

Your body felt limp as they both pulled out. The icky feeling of their cum rushing down your thighs made you cringe. Minho guided you to lay on your back before running off somewhere.

Both you and Jisung laid there staring at the ceiling, chest heaving and faces flushed.

“We just did that.” You huffed out a laugh.

“We just did that.” Jisung confirms, his voice sounding so raspy.

Minho returned with a warm towel, nudging your legs open before cleaning you. “I love you guys.” You said after cleaning up everything. Minho turned to you with a small smile on his face, his hands moved to cup your cheek before leaning in and planting a kiss on your lips. The two of you pull away, a grumble catching both of your attentions. Your gaze shifted to Jisung who pouted, wanting a kiss for himself.

You giggle before giving him a kiss as well. Jisung melts into your touch so easily, “I love you guys too.” He sighed into the kiss, pulling away before cuddling you into his chest. “You guys are still crazy for that.”

“Oh c’mon Min, you know you liked it.” You scoff, the feeling of Minho’s arms wrapping around both you and Jisung comforting you. “Yeah, yeah. I guess I love you guys too.”

[jiniretracha]

SKZ as your boyfriend

How I imagine the SKZ members would act around you as your partners.

Warnings: Fluff and smut

Word Count: 3.4k

MASTERLIST // my Ko-Fi

BANG CHAN

SFW

Worries about you 24/7: This man is a protector. If he’s not there with you, physically, he’ll send you texts every once in a while, asking you how was your day, or if you had something to eat. 

Takes good care of you when you’re on your period: Whenever you are on your period, he’d always come back from work with bags full of snacks that he knows you like and the pads you use (he has obviously memorised the details of them so that he wouldn’t mess up and bring the ones you don’t use).

Gets along really well with your parents: Chan is a gentleman. Your mother adores him and he’s now your dad’s best friend. He’ll thank them for raising such a sweet girl like you, making your mom swoon and hug him. Your parents know you’ve found the one. 

Takes you out on dates any time he can: He likes to spoil you, a lot. He likes to take you out on dates just because he knows you love to dress up and get your makeup done nicely for the occasion, and also because he loves to spend time with you while enjoying a nice dinner. It's a win-win situation. And also… he’s never going to let you pay. He’ll get mad at you if you even insinuate you should split the check up. 

Lets you wear his clothes: If he sees you shiver, he wouldn’t hesitate. Even if it’s 4 degrees outside, he wouldn’t think twice of taking his hoodie off and giving it to you. From one side, because he’d never let you suffer from the cold or get sick because of it, and from the other, because he absolutely adores seeing you wearing his clothes. 

Nicknames I think he’d use on you: Baby, Babygirl, Princess

NSFW

He is possessive: If he sees someone from the staff giving you the eyes, or even someone online commenting how hot you looked, he’d see red. He knew what he had and he’d be damned if someone took you away from him. He’d obviously take that pent up frustration out on you in the best way possible. 

His favourite position: Missionary. He loves to watch your fucked out face as he fucks you. He gets the best view of your chest bouncing in front of his eyes and loves the way you wrap your arms around his neck while your hands are on his hair, gripping it.

He thinks aftercare is so important. He wouldn’t let you fall asleep without cleaning you up with a rag or drawing you a bath. 

After taking you apart again and again, he’d wrap his big ass arms around you and cuddle you, spooning you from behind.

LEE KNOW

SFW

Cooks for you: We have seen it in several blogs, this man can cook. Even if you know how to, he’d never let you step foot in the kitchen. He wants and likes to cook for you.

Gets jealous easily but in a playful way: He’d see you talk to one of the members or a staff member and he’d immediately put on a pouty face. You’d go back to him and he’d pull away, making you frown. “Go back to your new boyfriend” he’d playfully say. He then tells you you can make it up to him by giving him endless kisses and cuddles.

Can read you like a book: I feel like this man knows you very well. He’ll know how you feel with just one look at your face. And the best part, he’d know just what to do. If he senses you’re feeling bad, he'll wrap his arms around you silently and he’ll make you feel better.

Treats you like the mother of his cats: Whenever he’s with his cats and he sees you arrive, he’d tell them: “Look, mommy’s here”, making you coo and lead him on with his antics. 

Annoys you: He knows how to push your buttons. He’d see you on your bed, scrolling the feed of your Instagram and he’d drop himself on top of you, making you huff in surprise and start squealing, pleading him to get off of you. 

Nicknames: Jagiya (Korean for ‘baby’), Bunny, Baby

NSFW

I feel like Minho would be the type of boyfriend who would let out his pent up frustration out on you by fucking you, and viceversa. He’d let you take your anger out on him in the most pleasurable way. 

Favourite position: All fours. Absolutely. This man loves your ass and he loves to watch it as he fucks you from behind.

Booty slaps 24/7: It is known that Lee Minho loves to slap the member’s asses. You aren’t the exception. Hell, it’s even worse. He’d be obsessed with your ass. No matter how big or small it is. He’ll slap, touch or even cuddle it as much as he can. 

Hair Pulling: I know this man is in fact into hair pulling. In whichever position he’s taking you in, he’ll grab and pull on your hair. Even when you aren’t having sex, if he sees you in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, he’ll wrap his fingers around your hair, pulling it gently so that he can pull your head back and kiss your neck as he whispers a “good morning” into your skin. 

CHANGBIN

SFW

Carries ALL of your bags for you: Dating a gymbro (because, let’s face it, he’s one of them) comes with a lot of perks. Changbin would never let you carry your bags. You go to the market? He’ll carry the bags with groceries. You’re coming back from a trip? He’ll carry your luggage. Even if you’re feeling exhausted from walking, he’ll offer his back for you to hop on and carry you. And don’t say no, he’ll feel offended. He loves carrying his girl.

Spams your phone with lots of pics from the gym: Whenever he goes to the gym (which is always), he’ll never forget to send you a mirror pic while working out. 

Walks with an arm around you: Changbin will always walk with an arm around you. Always. He wants you to feel loved and protected. 

Buys you plushies: Whenever there’s an anniversary, a birthday, a date night, or just a random day, he’ll always buy a plushie that reminds him of you or something that you said. Of course, he’ll gift you every single edition that comes out of Dwaekki, always. You need to have them all. 

Stares at you: You’ll catch Changbin staring at you all the time. You’d be talking or ranting about something of your interest and he’ll probably won’t listen to you. He’s too busy staring at your pretty face to pay attention. Even if someone is talking to him, and you’re in the same room, he’ll probably won’t listen to them, he’ll just stare at his girlfriend. 

Nicknames: Beautiful, Babe, Doll.

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Changbin, a guy with big arms, would like to show you how strong he is by manhandling you into any position he��d like. 

Favourite position: Against a wall. As I said before, he likes to show how strong he is. I’ll bet he’d love to hoist you in his arms, press you against a wall and just give it to you. 

I feel like sex with Changbin will be hardcore or very soft and vanilla. There is no in between. There will be nights where he’ll just want to release and pound into you, drilling you into the mattress. And there will be nights where he’ll just want to make love to you and shower you with kisses and sweet nothings whispered into your ear. 

HYUNJIN

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Museum dates: He loves going to museums, and loves spending time with you. So why not combine those things? Hyunjin would love to walk through a museum or art gallery while holding your hand. 

Gifts you his art: Jinnie loves painting you and sketching you. He’ll show his love and dedication for you through his art. As his number one fan, you’d have them framed on the wall all around your house. Whenever you have a visit, you’d always tell them with a proud smile on your face: “My boyfriend did that”. 

Clingy: As much as Hyunjin loves to say he doesn’t like skinship, I know that thought will fly out of his mind as soon as he meets the love of his life (aka you). He’ll always hold hands with you. Always. He’ll randomly hug you. He’ll press kisses on your neck, cheeks, lips, everywhere in his reach.

Being romantic 24/7: That boy is so romantic and will try to show his love for you in every way possible. He’ll gift you a sketchbook filled with drawings of your face. Gifts you a notebook filled (from first to last page) with poetry written only for you. His muse. Will give you flowers every time he can. Red roses, specifically, because he knows that they embody love. 

Flirty: We all know it’s in Hyunjin’s nature to be flirty. He won’t let it be an exception around you. He’ll flirt with you all the time. When you’re alone, when you’re in public, always. He’ll say the worst and cheesiest pick up lines and the most romantic ones as well. 

Nicknames: My muse, Angel, Baby.

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Hyunjin loves morning sex. He loves waking you up in the most delicious way. He’ll start by sucking on the soft skin on your neck. Then, trailing his lips to your chest, gives you an orgasm with his mouth and then he’d slide into you and make you come at least twice before you even have the chance to open your eyes. Afterwards, he’d press a long kiss onto your lips and whisper: “Good morning, my muse”. 

Favourite position: Missionary. I feel like Hyunjin would love to brace himself up on top of you with those arms and whisper into your lips the filthiest things. 

I know he’s into choking. He knows he has beautiful and hot hands, and he just loves seeing them wrapped around your neck. He’ll even fuck you in front of a mirror with his hand on your neck, making you watch how beautiful you are while you take him. 

He’s a whore for oral: In both ways. He loves when you sink to your knees for him and you wrap your lips around him. He loves the way you suck him off. He’d commit crimes for it. And vice versa. With those lips, I know he’s good at it. He’ll just plaster his face into your core, his nose pressing against your clit while he devours you. He loves tasting you and pulling those sinful moans out of you.

HAN

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Writes songs about you: Jisung can’t stop writing songs about you. He loves you so much and his hand would grow tired from all the lyrics his mind would come up with about how beautiful you are and how much he adores you as he writes them down.

Let’s you brush his hair: You’d sit him down on a chair or on the bed while you brush his hair softly and he’d just stare at you with the biggest simp grin on his face. 

Sings you to sleep: He knows you love his voice and how soothing you think it is. Jisung would just wrap his arms around you, press a kiss into your hair and lowly sing one of your favourite tunes or a song he wrote about you without you knowing about the existence of it.

Steals your clothes: I know Jisung would love showing up to the studio wearing one of your hoodies. He loves wearing them because they have your scent and perfume, and it makes him feel at home. The member would ask him if it he was wearing a new hoodie and he’d just smile with his lips pressed against each other and shake his head. “Nope, it’s my girl’s”.

Loves to hold you: Whether it is your hand, your arm, or your body in a hug, he has to hold you. As someone who gets anxious pretty often, Jisung finds it reassuring to know he has you there for him and just your touch and presence will calm him down and soothe the anxiety. 

Nicknames: Cutie, Sweetie, honey

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I feel like Jisung would be the sweetest thing in bed. Always asking if what he’s doing is okay, if he’s hurting you and if you’re feeling okay. 

Favourite position: Cowgirl. He loves having you on top of you. He’d place his hands on your hips and get the best view from where he lies. 

He’s very vocal in bed, always telling you how good you’re making him feel, how good your pussy feels around his cock. He’d never hide his moans from you, never. 

FELIX

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Clingy: Just like Hyunjin, but we all know this man is a sucker for skinship. It is a need. He always has to have some sort of contact with your skin. Holding your hand, his hand on your thigh, your arm, you name it. 

Puts you above anything else: You’re his number one priority. And it is non-debatable. If you’re sick, he’ll drop everything to go to you and take care of you. If you want to go on a date, he’ll drop everything to get you that date. If you want to watch a movie, even if he knows he doesn’t like it, even if it’s a horror movie, he’ll put it on. 

Kisses 24/7: He lives for your kisses. He loves you so much he can’t go one single second without feeling your kiss. He’d see you across the room, and he’ll walk to you and press a kiss to your lips. The reason? Nothing, he doesn't have to have one. He just loves you and loves showing it to you. He’ll always shower your face with kisses. Always.

Creates playlists with songs that reminds him of you: You wouldn’t be surprised if he shared a link to a playlist he made for the two of you, filled with songs that remind him of you and how he feels for you. You wouldn’t be surprised because he’s the sweetest boy ever. 

Heart Eyes: The members are always teasing him about how whipped he is for you. And he doesn’t even try to hide it. He’s always staring at you whenever you’re in the same room as him. He can’t help it. Lix thinks he is the luckiest person in the world because you’re with him. He’ll unconsciously smile as he gives you the most lovesick puppy look. 

Nicknames: Sunshine, My love, Princess (because if he gets called ‘prince’, then you’re his princess).

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He knows you love his deep voice (who doesn’t) and he takes advantage of it. He’d tell you how good you feel, how sexy and beautiful you are, how he is the luckiest person in the world to be able to fuck you, all with his deep, sensual voice. 

Favourite position: Any position he gets to see your face in. If you want him to give it to you from behind, he just has to have a mirror in front of the two of you so he can see your face as he takes you apart and puts you back together. 

Felix loves your tits. Loves them. He could spend the rest of his life buried in them. It doesn’t matter how big or small they are. He will worship them no matter what. He loves to suck on them, lay on them, fuck them, grab them, squish them, spit on them.

I feel like Lix has a praise kink. He absolutely does. Just like he compliments you, he likes to receive them as well. HIs eyes would roll back every time you whisper against his skin how good he’s making you feel, how big he is or how much you love him.

He’ll get inside the shower without a warning, loving how you feel all wet and soaped up against him. He’d just take you against the shower wall without a warning, and you’d absolutely give it to him because you could never resist him.

SEUNGMIN

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Constant teasing: He’ll tease you with the most cringey nicknames or things, annoying you but on the inside, you know that he does that only to the people he loves. And you love knowing you’re one of them.

Takes pictures of you: Seungmin will take random pictures of you whenever he feels like it. He sees you concentrated on something, or just laying on the couch watching some shitty tv show and he’d grab his phone, and take a picture of you. He’ll have a photo album in his gallery filled with pictures of you. Let’s say that at least 80% of his used storage is simply pictures of you.

Asks you which pictures should he post on his Instagram: The only person he’d ask to pick which pictures he could post on his Instagram is you. He wants your opinion on how he looks and loves to watch you gasp as he scrolls down the pictures he shows you for you to pick. 

Frames your face before kissing you: He’ll put his hands on your cheeks, look down at your lips with those beautiful brown eyes and kiss you in the sweetest way possible. 

Loves your hugs: As someone who claims he doesn’t like skinship that much, you’re the only one who can hug him. He is a sucker for your hugs. He’ll have a hard time initiating them at first, but once he gets more comfortable in the relationship, he’ll randomly hug you, whenever he feels like it. 

Nickname: Darling, Sweetheart, Sugar.

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He’s a mean dom. We all know that. He’ll tease and edge you all night long if he wants to. 

Favourite position: Reverse cowgirl. He’d love to watch the way you fuck yourself down on his cock while watching the way your ass shakes as it slaps against his thighs, and grabs your hips.

Loves to mark you up, because he’s a possessive little shit. He likes to adorn your neck with purple marks and see the handprints on your ass cheeks. He gets bummed that you can’t give him marks, due to his idol position and all, but he knows he’d love to get marked by his girl.

I.N

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Smiles every time he sees you laugh: This man has such a beautiful smile, and it always pops up in his face whenever he hears you chuckle. He can’t help it. He loves it even more when he’s the one making you laugh.

Loves to take pictures with you: He loves taking selfies and he loves it even more when you are with him in them. He loves wrapping his arms around you and taking a picture in front of a mirror. Loves cuddling you and taking a selfie with you in his arms. 

Brings you food whenever he comes back home: He’d come back with dinner for the both of you after a long day of recording or practising. Even if he’s exhausted, he’d never fail to stop at a restaurant or a market to buy food for the both of you. And he’d never forget to buy you your favourite chocolate or ice cream pint for dessert. 

Gets shy easily when you compliment him: You’d say something nice to him, like: “You look beautiful today” or “I love you so much”, and he’d immediately hide his smile and pretty blush by looking down. You’d tease him about it, poking your fingers on his stomach, making him giggle. 

Lends you his jewellery: He loves watching you play with his rings and his necklaces, so at a certain point he’ll just pull them off his fingers or unclasp it from around his neck and put it on you. He’d reassure you it looks better on you, anyways.

Nicknames: Baby, Beautiful, Gorgeous.

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The first time he’d get nervous. He’d be hesitant and try things to see what you really like. But once you get started, Jeongin will start getting more and more confident. 

Favourite position: Cowgirl. I feel like he’d let you dominate him every once in a while and he’d enjoy it so much. 

Sex with Jeongin, under normal circumstances, would be pretty vanilla. But if you piss him off, oh boy. Brace yourself to be drilled into the mattress. He’d punish you, overstimulating you and making you come over and over again. 

If there’s a member that loves face-sitting, it’s him. He loves to feel his whole face soaked by your juices. He loves feeling your thighs around his head in this position. 

[arislary]

Brewing Chemistry (2/?) Han Jisung x (f) reader

Synopsis: Reader and Jisung are excitedly preparing for their long-awaited date. Both of them are eagerly getting ready, but a series of unfortunate events begin to unfold. Reader, despite her excitement, is dealing with a particularly rough day—facing work stress, and a series of minor mishaps that has shaken her confidence. She begins to feel insecure about how she looks, wondering if Jisung will still find her attractive or if her bad mood will ruin the night. She tries to push these feelings aside, but they linger, causing anxiety about whether she'll end up actually going on the date.

Pairing: Han Jisung x (f) reader

Genre: fluff, eventual smut, strangers to lovers, coffee-shop au, non-idol au, meet-cute au

Warning: fluff, smut, unprotected smut (wrap tf up!), slight dom/sub, slight Dom Jisung, slight Sub reader, cute nicknames, spit kink, makeouts, dry-humping, i lied about it being a slow-burn, moving too fast?, insecurity, slight body-image issues from reader, pants don't fit, crying, whiny Jisung, whiny reader, reader is forever clenching.

WC: 2.2k

AN: this could totally act as stand alone drabble, but I enjoyed writing about coffee shop Jisung x reader way too much. If you want to see more too, let me know please and I'll try to set up a taglist. Be patient with me as I do not have a schedule out for chapters yet! UNEDITED

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Part 1 <- Part 2 -> Part 3

I wiped my makeup off for what felt like the fifth time and almost started crying. My date with Jisung was in less than 30 minutes and I felt like everything that could have gone wrong that day, had. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, wearing just my robe and undergarments. 

From the spilled coffee on my desk, to the passive aggressive email from my fellow team lead, to my favorite lunch spot unfortunately being closed. By the time I got home, it felt like the universe was laughing at me as my favorite pair of pants felt too tight to be comfortable and even if they did, none of my shirts felt right and I didn’t even want to look at the offending dresses on the floor. 

I looked over at my phone and almost pouted. For the better part of the week since meeting last Tuesday, every text exchanged between Jisung and I, I had been able to continue being this self-assured, confident woman, but right now I just wanted to cry and be snuggled in my bed. Conversation with Jisung flowed too easily; the very awkward and cute boy from the coffee shop was replaced with this funny, flirty, charming guy. Still slightly awkward and cute though, but now I didn’t know if I could do this date anymore, it all just felt too much. It was way too early for me to show him any of this, I just didn’t want to do it today. I grabbed it with shaky hands and pulled up our last message thread. 

Jisung 🐿️👀🥴: Really looking forward to tnt! Pick u up at 7!

I looked at the time at the corner of my phone. The 6:40 glaring at me. I went back to our thread before pressing on the call button. It barely rang before the soothing sound of Jisung’s voice rang through. 

“_______! You know we’re about to see each other in like 5 minutes,” the chuckle he released had your insides twisting and left a large desire to hear it again. “That excited for our date?” That did it. I could feel the ball beginning to form in my throat. 

“Jisung…”

“What’s wrong?” My stomach dropped hearing the immediate worry in his voice.

“I, uh- I’m gonna have to reschedule actually on tonight”

“W-why? Is everything okay?” And now it felt like I had been kicked, I grimaced my hand coming up to cover my throat, the lump growing even bigger in my throat. I cleared it. 

“Actually-“ I took a deep breath before a small whimper escaped. “I’m so sorry Jisung, I just- I had a horrible day and I feel so awful. Nothing has gone right, fuck-“ the first hiccup escapes before I can’t hold it back anymore. “-And then my coffee spilled, a-and my favorite pen stopped working, a-and fucking Kevin, god he’s such an asshole! It wasn’t even my client!” I gasped out, sucking in air harshly through my nose, eyes starting to feel so swollen. “My clothes don’t fit and my makeup looks awful and now I’m saying all of this to you. God I must sound like such a loser-“

“Okay, hey, no, don’t say that, Ariana.”

I sniffled and wiped a hand across my eyes. 

“It’s true-“

“No, baby, it’s not.” 

Baby? It was the first time he’s called me that. Granted we’ve only known each other for a week, but I felt the weight of it all the same. Don’t get me wrong, he was a flirt and made it very clear throughout our conversations to know what his intentions were, but to hear him call me such a name. The intimacy of it left me feeling a tingle in my stomach and had me clenching. 

“It’s okay, trust me. It sounds like today was really hard huh?”

I sniffled and sank down to my plush rug. My left hand rubbing at the smooth fabric. It was like with just that sentence, a cooling wave washed over me. 

“Yea.”

“Kevin is also such an asshole!” A giggle bursted from my lips, falling to the side, keeping my phone pressed tightly to my face so that I wouldn’t miss anything from his velvety voice. “But most of all, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable on our first date.”

I rubbed a finger under my nose and pouted. God, could he be more perfect, he was just so nice and sweet, no one has ever been that way with me before. 

“Baby?”

“Hmmm?” I hummed out to him, feeling myself slipping into that fuzzy feeling. 

“C-could I-“ he cleared his throat, “could I maybe come over still? Would you like that?” 

I bite my lip, one hand playing with the strap of my robe. 

“Please.”

“Thank God, I’m downstairs in the parking lot-“ I sit up up quickly from where I had been laying down, eyes flashing to my bedroom door.  “I’ll be up in a second okay?”

I whimpered and nodded my head, before rolling my eyes, he can’t see you. 

“Okay- b-but stay on the phone, okay?” Rising to my feet, rushing to put my slippers on to head out to the front door. 

“Of course, baby.”

It was less than a minute before there was a gentle knock on my door, but hearing his breathing on the other line helped ease my stress and finally Jisung cooed at me to open the door. I ended the call and rushed to unlock it to meet him. Worried brown eyes met mine before I was suddenly wrapped up in a warm embrace. Jisung’s arms wrapped around the tops of my shoulders, pulling me tightly against his frame. 

He was dressed comfortably in a black hoodie and sweats. His wired frames sitting crookedly on his nose. I breathed in his comforting scent, my own arms wrapping around his tiny waist, face burrowing into his chest. 

“Hi,” he whispered against my head, his warm breath fanning against my ear and the side of my neck. The shiver that ran through me shook even him and he only pulled me tighter to him. 

“Hi.”

He let out a small groan and pulled back to look at my face. His bottom lip tug tightly in between his teeth. There was a faint blush on his face and from where we were pressed against each other, I could feel the rapid speed of his heartbeat. 

“And to think I would’ve missed out on this,” his hands curling at the satin fabric of my robe. A blush rose to my cheeks as I realized what I was still dressed in. I let go of his waist, my hands coming up touch the tie still tightly secured. I scurried out of his embrace, calling out to him.

“Give me two seconds!” I popped my head out of my bedroom to peer back at him from down the hall. “Oh! Also please make yourself at home!”

In less than a minute, I rush back out, this time dressed in shorts and a large graphic tee. I found Jisung looking at the collection of albums and books on my shelf. I had to stop for a second and stare. He just looked too good. God, seriously who looks like that!

“Coffee?” He startles, turning around to face me, eyes wide and mouth open. I wince, hands going up in a surrender position. “Sorry, I-“

“Yea, I’d love some,” he sounds breathless and my eyes flash up to meet his. He hasn’t looked away from my legs. I squirm in place before walking over to the kitchen area. I start up the stove top coffee maker, fighting everything in me to chew on a fingernail as his presence enters the kitchen. I could feel him come up behind me before the hesitant touch of his hands on my hips occur. 

“Is this okay?” He asks as he pulls me back against his chest, arms wrapping further around me. I nod and lay my hands on top of his covered arms, hands forming fists in his sleeves. His head comes down to snuggle into my neck. “Do you wanna tell me more about your day?”

I pinch at his sleeve, my head falling back on his shoulder as he begins to sway us. 

“It was just- it was so tiring. I felt like it was a lot of small things that normally don’t bother me, but…” I trailed off, feeling a lump forming once again in my throat. 

“But it was too much today?” I pouted, nodding my head, wanting to turn myself in his arms to bury further into his warmth. 

“Yes,” it was cracked whisper that had Jisung turning his head, nose digging into my hair and tightening his arms around me. “Sungie,” I whined out causing him to gasp and grip me even harder. 

“Baby,” he rumbled in my ear, turning me around. His forehead rested against mine, nose lightly brushing against mine. “Thank you for being so honest with me today. You didn’t have to, but I’m so glad you were. Thank you for letting me know and be with you today anyways,” he squeezed me to him, his hands feeling needy and desperate on my body. “I can’t tell you how much I was looking forward to today, I really don’t care how we spend it, I just- I want to be with you and honestly being like this with you, I just- ______, I- baby please tell me you feel it too? I’m not alone in this right?” I shook my head already before he could finish his sentence. My hands gently ran up his arms, feeling the muscle that lay hidden underneath the thick fabric, to his shoulders before entwining behind his neck. I brought my face closer to him, lips grazing his. 

“No, I- it’s not just you,” he whimpered, his hand now dragging my face close to finally have our lips meet. I pushed myself closer to him as he wasted no time to grabbed at my thighs and lift me up on to my counter. Fuck, would kissing him be like this every time? Jisung’s hand dug into my hip, bringing me flush against him as his other hand found its home nestled in my hair at the base of my neck to move me as he wanted. I could feel the heat pulsating in my core, tingles shooting all throughout my body begging for a release. I panted as his lips left mine, no doubt bruised from the dominating pressure, only to gasp loudly as he began to harshly suck, lick and bite at my neck. I pulled roughly at his hair feeling his hips rut against mine. “Fuck.”

Jisung gave me a harsh bite, mumbling against my neck, “language, princess.” 

I moaned loudly, my own hips now thrusting up against him. Jisung hissed, not hiding the hard length in his sweats as he began a sensual roll of his hips to meet mine. I could feel the rough drag of my underwear with each thrust against my clit, the fabric helping to bring me closer to where I wanted to go, but it just wasn’t enough. My hand slid from his hair, nails dragging down his chest, catching lightly at his right nipple through the fabric of his hoodie, causing a deep groan to leave his mouth. My hand continued further down, fingers just beginning to play with the straps of his sweatpants when a sudden loud bubbling noise and water hissing sounded from behind Jisung. 

I gasped withdrawing my hand and sitting up straight to push Jisung off so I could turn the stove off. He stilled my movements, grabbing my hands that pressed into his shoulders, and placing a rushed kiss to my knuckles. He quickly turned, reaching over to flick the dial off. Turning back to me, chest heaving. I must have looked like a mirror-image of him as I tried to calm my own rapid beating heart. My lips felt swollen and neck felt exceedingly warm. There was a steady leak trickling out of me and I clenched my legs to stop it, hands gripping at the ends of my shirt.

“So…”

“Coffee right?” He looked at me with a slight smirk, his eyes playful as he came back towards me, pecking my lips. He pulled back to gaze at me. So many emotions rushing through his eyes that it was hard to focus on any of them, but it all left me feeling warm and sharp pings in my lower stomach. I wanted to rub my thighs together, but a part of me also didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of just how much he affects me. He leaned his hands on either side of me, his face same level as me. His brown eyes were blown wide as he continued to stare at each detail of my face like he was trying to memorize it. I tilted my head, a content smile coming to rest on my face. Oh yea I could definitely get used to this.