#while jisung is exciting new and fast paced and passionate

[ashtxrie]

i read this at school and this guy asked me “what are you studying for now” (context: it’s finals week) like how am i supposed to answer this i’m reading fanfics off tumblr ???!!!! 💔 i was devastated in 4K leave me alone 💔

"collision" a twoshot by @cosmicalily. view masterlist and outline here | 5.3k words

side A: 'i told you, we're like stars in the sky' - yang jeongin x fem!reader, han jisung x fem!reader (not poly)

author's note: lowkey edging all of you with this ending...please remember that this is a work of fiction, and my depictions are not a representation of them as real people. enjoy x warnings: implied sex (no actual smut, you nasties), kind of betrayal? the whole thing is basically a right person, wrong time trope

There was beauty in the simplicity of childhood love; you just loved or hated whatever and whoever was there. The intangible didn’t matter, the future or past or the consequences or benefits. It was present and physical. You could see it and feel it without a doubt, and there wasn’t ever a need for doubts, anyways.

Yang Jeongin always had a penchant for shoving very large pieces of food in his mouth, risking oxygen, jaw functioning, and his dignity, just to eat something before his younger brother could get his hands on it. He loved playing with small kids and babies, even if at the time, he was little more than a small kid himself. He liked to talk, but not too much, and was the oldest in his year, but the youngest out of his friends. He liked your trampoline. You liked his dog.

Jeongin had never really been friends with someone his own age before, not until he met you. He had his friends in the year above, the ones he considered older brothers. He had his little brother’s friends, the ones who begged him to play with them whenever they were over. Jeongin had lots of friends, but this summer, he felt left behind. 

Until he met you. Or rather, you met him.

His older friends had gone to a summer camp, one that he wasn’t old enough to attend, and his younger brother and his friends were doing a holiday soccer program for young children. Jeongin was bored and lonely and curious of the huge moving trucks that had been coming by daily, particularly of the trampoline strapped onto the back of one of them. He wanted to know who had finally inhabited the two-story house next door, the one with the empty backyard that he’d stared into for years. The backyard that was now set up with a trampoline, on which a girl lay out like a starfish, alone, staring into the bright blue sky.

So Jeongin had put on his baseball cap, found his pack of UNO and made his way down the sidewalk, ringing the doorbell. 

After that first day he’d invited himself over, you’d spent almost every day of summer break with him. You took his dog for walks (although their golden retriever, Cookie, was very strong, and more often than not, the dog was walking you), played on your trampoline and on his back porch. You had never felt so close to someone in your life. It seemed everyone loved Yang Jeongin, but you felt like you loved him the most. You told him this one day, with the kind of unfaltered kid confidence that disappears during teenagehood. He didn’t laugh or joke or tease you, the way he normally did when you made remarks like that. He nodded sincerely, and assured you that you were his best friend, or in his words, his “favourite girl”. You replied that he was most definitely your favourite boy. You treasured each other's words; a reminder that, at least in this lifetime, in this town, you would never be alone. From then on, you weren’t addressed by your name in your birthday and Christmas cards anymore. You were his favourite girl and he was your favourite boy. Your families, who had become quite close after your friendship had blossomed, thought it was adorable, and you often heard jokes about how the two of you would get married someday. You wrinkled your nose at this; marriage seemed so distant, a practice that couldn’t express the kind of connection you and Jeongin had. 

Of course it wasn’t all favourite girls and boys and bubble wars in the backyard. There were petty fights, some so bad that you weren’t sure if you’d ever be friends again afterwards. He could be clumsy and careless, and you could be sensitive and uptight. Once, you received a huge lego set as your twelfth birthday present and immediately invited him over. However, the fight over whether to follow the instructions and actually build the palace that was intended (your idea) or build a plane in the shape of a fox (his idea) lead to pieces being snatched, stolen, hidden and eventually lost, and lots of tears and shouting. He said you were being boring, you said he was being annoying. Then, in a moment of frustration, you dropped the bomb.

“You’re not my favourite boy anymore, Yang Jeongin,” you shouted, then your hand flew to your mouth, realising just what you’d said.

You’d seen Jeongin cry before. When he’d fallen off his top bunk trying to do a trick, the time he sprained his ankle on your trampoline. But you’d never seen him cry like this. He was silent, his cheeks flushing pink, eyes watering. He walked out of your room, down the stairs and left. You wanted to follow him, to apologise, say you didn’t mean it. You were also very petty, and wanted to hold a grudge, to prove a point.

But Yang Jeongin was sweet, the sweetest boy you knew. You broke his heart for the first time that day, yet he was the one to slip a letter through your windowsill a few days later. A letter you still kept today, folded tightly into squares in your wallet.

I’m sorry I messed up your lego, I know it was annoying of me. I miss you and want to make friends. Cookie misses you too. Do you want to come for a walk with us today? 

You’re still my favourite girl, even if you don’t like me anymore, I will still like you, I promise.

(But I hope I am still your favourite boy, were you just angry and maybe didn’t mean it?)

You were twelve, reading a hastily written letter from the boy next door who once shoved a whole orange into his mouth, who got dragged into a lake by his overexcited dog, who invited himself over to play on your trampoline, who tried to build a plane in the shape of a fox.

Yes, you’d known you loved Yang Jeongin before that, but as you reread the letter, then ran over to his house and hugged him, sobbing into his shoulder and promising that he was your favourite boy and that you didn’t mean it, you felt something in your chest twinge.

He got under your skin often. It irritated you.

But now, it felt like he was crawling in, making a home there.

He was still there, even though your high school summers had ended, and you were in the bed of someone else, someone who you’d been so deeply intimate with, someone who made your heart and body ascend when you were with them.

You’d told Han Jisung that you’d loved him eight months ago. Only him.

This had been your fourth summer without Yang Jeongin, for he had moved in eleventh grade with his family. His younger brother had gotten into a soccer academy five hours away, and so they had left to move to the city. You remembered that last week with him as clearly as day; as if it was all happening in front of you again.

The two of you had been laying on his bed, crinkled linen and pillows strewn on the floor, sheets pulling loose from the mattress. The window had been open, and a warm breeze had blown through the curtains. His bedroom was hot, despite the fan being on full blast, and you felt as if you were going to melt into a puddle. Boxes surrounded the bed, labelled hastily in Sharpie. Some in your handwriting, some in his. Every surface was emptied and wiped clean, his walls bare. Yang Jeongin was leaving.

Jeongin had laid beside you, your leg on top of his. His bare torso was warm against your shoulder and had a glowy sheen to it, and you suddenly felt very aware of your body in its pale blue underwear and loose white t-shirt. You definitely hadn’t been this aware of yourself two hours  ago. You didn’t know how or why you’d let yourself go, not like this, not this fast. Not now, when it was all too late.

Jeongin rolled over to look at you. He opened his mouth to say something.

“Don’t say it,” you whispered, staring at him. “It’ll make it all more real.”

Jeongin took a deep breath and nodded.

You stayed where you were, bodies entangled, the heat of a summer afternoon and the glow of the midday sun filling the room.

And, like some fucking miracle, the person who moved in next door was another boy. Your age. Sparkling brown eyes, heart-shaped smile, joking and mischievous.

Just like that, Han Jisung crash landed into your life. The gap of loneliness was filled before it properly formed. But maybe, that had been a curse. Because now, as you pressed your cheek closer into Jisung’s neck, your heart ached, and your skin itched.

You’d never forget.  

It had been eight months since you had told Han Jisung you loved him. The boy who had moved next door the week after Jeongin had left, the boy who you’d met that evening at one of one of Changbin’s parties, your very first, and in his tipsy state had taken you into the depths of the backyard, fingers entwined with a kind of immediate affection that almost knocked you over. Expecting him to kiss you, you’d quickly finished your cider and taken a deep breath in anticipation. Instead, Jisung pulled your body tight against his, his grip firm yet his action so gentle, and simply held you in an embrace.

You couldn’t remember exactly how long you’d rested against him; your vision had been slightly blurred, and your head had been hurting a little. It could have been a mere two minutes or an hour. You didn’t mind, though. A beautiful boy was holding you, not wanting anything more from you than simply your presence. Your heart had warmed, your eyes had closed. 

After that night, you’d find yourself ending up at more and more of Changbin’s parties, during which Jisung would always find you, always take you away, always leave you longing for more. You’d go to each other’s houses, in the mornings, afternoons and evenings, spending hours together, simply doing. He would write songs and play his guitar, and you’d bring your art portfolio and sketch and paint. He’d run a hand through your hair as you worked, his hand wet with the coldness of his can of soda. When your hands got tired, you’d rest your head against his thigh and close your eyes, listening to him talk, write or play. 

When he kissed you for the first time, out on the trampoline at the back of your lawn, you’d seen literal stars. It had been a cloudy night, and even the moon had been difficult to distinguish, but you felt your whole world melt in Jisung’s presence. He kissed you gently, slowly, like he was savouring a spoonful of the sweetest honey. He kissed you, not like it was a chore, but like it was something he’d been longing for. You wanted to stay with him until you physically couldn’t, until your breath ran out and your lungs collapsed and your heart stopped beating. He felt like a dream, like a hallucination you’d made up. He didn’t feel tangible.

Throughout that summer, kisses at parties and in backyards turned into long drives to the beach, to nights spent in suspicious hotels in the sticky heat, limbs entwined and chests rising and falling sharply. He would pay for each and every one of your expeditions; his allowance was generous and, after all, it was his car, even if he was four months too young to drive it. 

This particular evening, you’d found yourselves in a motel by the coast. Your hair was damp and tousled, the scent of saltwater and sweat strong on your skin. Cheeks flushed, lips bruised and swollen. You could still taste his cola on your tongue, feel the faint fizz through your throat. He was lying on his back, chest bare and warm, your face pressed into the crook of his neck, leg thrust over his. The fan in the room was long broken and the window only opened a fraction, but the two of you lay together, sweat dripping, eyes closed. Jisung was like an addiction; you felt like you needed him every minute of the day, every second. He said he felt the same about you, and was always quick to sneak through your back door.

“I don’t want to exist around anyone else,” Jisung had murmured into your hair. “You’re the only one for me, Star. I’ll marry you one day, you know that, right?”

He had a habit of making these passionate promises, of making your world seem so rosy. Of giving you hopes and dreams of a future where he would love you forever and ever.

In his head, you two were bound. Names written in the stars, bodies entwined in a sea of saltwater.

In reality, you were in an unrenovated motel, hours away from both of your friends and family. Both of you said exactly what you needed to hear in order to heal, or at least, pretend that you were healing. 

You had been dating Han Jisung for eight months, but not once had he actually called you his girlfriend, nor had you called him your boyfriend. He had called you his love, his lover, his angel, his Star. All beautiful words, but none that confirmed your feelings for each other. You knew he wanted you, for he told you this every single day, but why only in the dark, in the back of his car, in motels with ugly floral sheets and broken blinds? Why couldn’t you love each other openly, fully?

You knew why. 

You were both liars.

Love with Jisung felt like every celestial object in the sky was colliding. Like the stars were all being reborn, like the clouds had never, ever clouded your vision in the first place. It felt magical and fantastical and like an intangible, out of body experience. It felt like something you had to hunt for, like something you would only ever experience once in a lifetime.

“Mm,” you replied, resting your face closer against his warm skin. You’d worry about the things your friends had warned you about later. He was here, close and real. Even if everything he said was a lie, the moment you were in was real. He was real.

You felt his hand run through your hair, breath suddenly halted. He was waiting for a proper response.

“Mm,” you repeated again, nuzzling closer. You felt his chest rise and fall again, his breathing steady. Soon, you heard a gentle snuffle, and he was asleep, bare skin warm, soft lips slightly open.

Gently, you wriggled out of his embrace. God, wasn’t he beautiful? Dark brown hair wavy from the sea breeze, the skin under his eye that you’d always kiss ever so gently. You reached out and touched his finger lightly, as if reminding yourself that he existed, that he was before you. It never felt real with him. The love you shared was real, the passion, but his presence? You were only there for each other when you were alone together. Fully there.

You pulled the sheet over his chest and silently slipped out of the front door.

Yang Jeongin moved to Cherry Bay when he was nineteen. 

After moving to the city with his family, leaving behind the small universe he’d curated from the beginning of his childhood, of which you were at the centre, he had begun to spiral. His parents had enrolled him in a fancy, all-boys school. He had struggled with his feelings; feelings of anxiety around being by himself, around being with people, feelings of frustration when boys his age teased his now quiet nature and low grades, feelings of helplessness for his own future. He began going to the school gym at lunchtimes, not to play, but to sit and think. When he’d left, Jeongin’s phone had broken, and he’d never managed to regain contact with you. He’d heard from his friends that you had someone else now, anyways. He didn’t want to intrude and ruin things, or, even worse, have already been forgotten.

It was in the gym that he met Lee Felix and Kim Seungmin. 

Felix had moved from Australia two years ago, and Seungmin, despite having never moved from anywhere, had never quite managed to fit in at the school. The two boys had found comfort in each other, and soon, in Jeongin as well. Seungmin told stories of his life at primary school, how he’d always had friends there, and how nobody here understood him. Everybody took him too seriously, thought he was cold and unkind, not understanding the love that hid underneath his dry humour. Felix had joined midway through the year, and despite his sweet, outgoing personality, had been ignored and left out.

They began hanging out at each other’s houses, going swimming in the summer at Seungmin’s older sister, Rosie’s place in Cherry Bay. Rosie was twenty-three and lived in a cottage by the beach, one she had inherited from a great aunt. She he had a girlfriend, Margot, who was an artist like her. Margot worked primarily with ceramics, whilst Rosie preferred gouache. Quite often, the pair would work together on projects, Rosie painting Margot’s various pots and sculptures, and quite often, Rosie and Margot would go on exotic vacations to Vietnam or Corfu or Albania. This was when Seungmin was allowed to invite his friends up, as long as they swore to feed her cat, Nellie, and keep her plants watered.

That had been Jeongin’s first summer without you. His friends weren’t a distraction from the loneliness he felt, a bandage to cover it up, but rather people who were also wounded. People who needed healing and support and laughter and trust.

“Margot and Rosie are going to move,” Seungmin revealed one summer evening, hair tousled from the sea breeze. They sat out on the pier, toes dipping in the warm water, cold bottles of beer laid out across the wood planks. 

“To where?” Felix asked, sitting up and leaning against a wooden pole. “Overseas? Or to a different house?”

“France, I think, where Margot’s family lives,” Seungmin replied. “It’s not a permanent arrangement, but neither of them think they’ll come back. Rosie’s visited Margot’s family there before and she said the whole country just felt like magic, she’d never been so creative in her life.”

Jeongin smiled. “That’s sweet. So, is she selling the house?”

“And what about Nellie?” Felix added.

“That’s the thing,” Seungmin said, taking a sip of his beer. “She doesn’t want to sell it, especially since she knows it’ll just get knocked down and turned into some ugly modern beachside McMansion, a place that’ll probably just be used for vacations and shut up during the other seasons. But she also knows she can’t just leave the house. So she had a chat with me, and said if I wanted it, I could have the place. And Nellie.”

“And you said, . . ?” Felix waited, eyes bright.

“Fuck yes,” Seungmin replied, bursting into laughter. “How could I say no? Living here for free in a house by the beach? It’s a dream. But there’s a small issue; I have these two best friends that live hours away in the city, and there’s two empty spare bedrooms.”

“Oh my god,” Jeongin gasped. “Are you saying what I think you are?”

“If what you’re thinking is that I’m asking you guys to move with me, then yes,” Seungmin confirmed, smiling wide. His cheeks were flushed and eyes glistening, maybe from the alcohol, but he looked so happy. Genuinely happy.

Felix jumped up and screamed in excitement, throwing himself onto Jeongin. Seungmin jumped up and pulled the boys in his arms, then flung the three of them into the saltwater. They emerged, panting and out of breath, laughing hard. Tears rolled down Jeongin’s cheeks, salt on his lips, and they swam up to the shallows, sitting where the water was waist-deep and still retained the heat from the afternoon sun. 

Cherry Bay was far from home, but there was something about the place, something about the moment that made it feel like a part of him. It wasn’t the boys he was with or the cottage, although both of those things he was incredibly grateful for.

There was a lingering feeling, a presence.

And as you stepped outside the motel room and looked out at the pier, you saw three boys sitting in the shallows of the water, laughing and joking. You knew that laugh.

“Baby? Why’d you leave,” Jisung whined sleepily, his arms sliding around your waist from behind you. His bare torso was warm against your back and he kissed your neck softly. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek to placate him, and squinted out at the beach one last time. You weren’t wrong. He was putting on his shirt now, the same one you’d been wearing while you helped him pack.

“Star?”

“No reason, pretty boy. Just needed some air. Let’s go back inside, yeah?”

And as Jisung spent long minutes pressing kisses down your neck and chest, mumbling promises that you knew neither of you could keep, your mind was somewhere else. You knew there had been a reason your gut had twisted into a tight knot when Jisung had pulled up at this motel. You knew there had been something drawing you closer when you’d picked Cherry Bay on the map out of all of the beachside towns.

When you finally drifted asleep, sweaty bodies entangled, it was not Jisung you dreamed of. 

Rosie and Margot left a week after Seungmin shared the news. They packed minimally, just a suitcase each of clothing, a stack of Rosie’s sketchbooks, two sculptures Margot had made and toiletries. “We won’t need much,” Rosie had explained. “We’ll be living with Margot’s family. Besides, it makes it easier for you guys, it means you don’t have to go out and buy a bunch of the awkward things everyone forgets when they move in.”

“Are you asking me to thank you for leaving us with all of your crap?” Seungmin teased, and Rosie rolled her eyes and shoved him lightly. His gaze softened, though, and he suddenly pulled her in for a tight hug. “I’ll miss you. Stay safe, yeah, and contact me.” he turned to Margot. “You too.”

Margot’s eyes shone. “You sound like her big sister, Minnie,” she laughed playfully. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t forget to call you, and if she does, I promise I will.”

“Good,” Seungmin replied, closing the trunk of the car and stepping back.

“Look after yourselves,” Rosie called out as they drove down the road. “Don’t take things so seriously. Let loose, all of you.”

“What does she mean by that?” Felix raised an eyebrow, and Seungmin sighed and shook his head.

“Interpret it any way you’d like,” he mumbled, then his eyes brightened as he flung open the door to the cottage. “I can’t believe we have this to ourselves now. It’s like a dream.”

Jeongin smiled, eyes crinkling. “We’re so lucky. You’re so lucky that you have a sister like her, Min.”

“I am,” he said proudly, taking in the salty air and warm breeze. “Now, do we want to actually organise our stuff today, or do we want to get drunk on the pier?”

Felix tapped his chin, pretending to think, then burst out laughing. “Let’s leave everything. There’s a bottle shop down the road, you guys coming?”

You’d convinced Jisung to spend the rest of the month with you in Cherry Bay. He’d been confused at first, asking why you wouldn’t rather driving further along the coast, stopping at different motels and beaches along the way. You didn’t have a great answer; just told him that something about the place made you feel at home. And he’d smiled at that, and the two of you shared a bottle of peach soju on the beach that night, eating clementines and making out in the water, then trudging back to the motel, sandy and wet, making out for even longer on the bed, sheets damp, bodies sticky, hearts full.

Jisung got hungover pretty easily, and would often stay in bed for most of the morning. You, on the other hand, were an early riser, and enjoyed the quiet and solidarity you had in the early hours of the day. Dressed in your navy gingham bikini, the one you’d had since long before you’d met Jisung, you would swim in a silent ocean, the sky still dark, sun unrisen, everybody else asleep. You would swim out to the flags and back, then rest, seated in the shallows, the water warming as the sun began to peek out from the horizon.

This morning, when you’d returned from your swim, Jisung was still out cold. He looked adorable when he slept; cheeks puffy, mouth slightly parted, hair tousled. He seemed innocent and genuine, the boy you remembered falling in love with from the start. The boy who you’d promised you’d love forever. The two of you had already gotten through most of the fruit you’d bought together at the grocery store, and there was a single can of cola in the minifridge. You left this for him, placing it and a peach on his bedside table. You found one of his t-shirts and pulled it on top of your bathers, grabbing your purse and slipping out the door, leaving a kiss on his lips as you left.

The local grocery store was small but well-stocked, and you’d grown familiar with it over the past week you had spent here. It was a five minute walk from your motel, further inland, painted a charming butter yellow and run by an equally charming woman named Angie. Adjacent to it was a liquor store, run by Angie’s husband. Often, you caught them smiling at each other through the glass door that connected the stores.

“Good morning, sweet girl,” Angie beamed at you, eyes shifting into crescent moons. “There’s fresh fruit out on the floor for you. The peaches are amazing this time of year.”

“Thanks, Angie,” you smiled back, picking up a handful of peaches and a plastic carrier of cherries. You walked down the side of the store and grabbed a crusty loaf of bread and butter, then set your items down in front of her. Behind you, the doorbell jingled, and two boys entered, eyes bright and cheeks flushed.

“Seungmin, my darling, here for more clementines?” she asked, not looking up. She handed you your change with a wink and then walked around the counter, giving the tall boy a big hug. “Young Rosie’s told me that she and Margot are leaving the house to you; in good hands, I’m sure of it.”

“I’ll do my best, Angie,” he laughed. “And what did you say about clementines?”

Your face shifted into an automatic smile at the sweet scene. 

“They’re right here. Did you want some too, lovie?” Angie asked, grabbing you a bundle before you could reply. 

“You’re too kind,” you chuckled, and Seungmin looked at you curiously. The door adjoining the two stores opened, and another boy walked through, thrusting two six packs of beer at the freckled boy standing beside Seungmin. Your eyes widened, and you felt your body freeze. He looked up at you, smiling shyly. The doorbell jingled again, and suddenly his eyes shifted and he looked at the ground. You turned behind you.

“C’mon, baby, let’s go swim,” Jisung pulled you close, arms warm around your waist, eyes bright and smile wide. Your body tensed a little.

“Yeah, okay,” you replied, thanking Angie before being swept into Jisung’s arms. As you looked over his shoulder from your embrace, you saw Jeongin’s face fall. “Wait, no, Ji, can we just go back to the motel?”

“Sure,” he shrugged. “Why?”

“Missed you,” you whispered, and his face softened. He set you down, cupping your warm cheeks and kissed you softly. Like he loved you. You kissed him back, deeper, like you loved him. You ran through the door of the motel, locking it behind you, and acted like you loved each other for hours. You both lied to each other, pretended, used actions instead of words, because words were real and he was not.

You had not missed Han Jisung, but my god, you had missed Yang Jeongin. 

That night ended the same way every night ended with Jisung. Him passed out on the sheets, his body wrapped around yours. Skin sweaty, chests heaving, the room too hot yet both of your bodies cold. And when his breathing slowed, and he began to softly snore, you pulled yourself away, kissing him on the lips before heading out the door and down the pier. You sat down at the end, a bottle of cider beside you, but you didn’t attempt to open it. 

It had been four summers without Yang Jeongin. You didn’t understand why even though you hated the feeling of isolation he had left you with, a feeling that whilst Jisung filled in the moment, had left you aching all this time, you would still force yourself to stay in solitude, to remember all the things you wanted to forget, to recall everything you never said to him, and now, weren’t able to.

He had his own life. He might even have his own girlfriend. You had Jisung. He should have been enough for you.

You remembered the summer before he had left, when the two of you had snuck into the school pool in the evening. That had been the first time you’d been drunk, the first time you’d broken in somewhere. Although it was wrong, it had felt right, and you yearned for that feeling again. Not the thrill, but the consistency and comfort that he gave you, back when he’d promised he would never leave you.

You heard footsteps approaching, and felt the presence of someone shuffling to sit beside you.

“You’re a liar,” he said, but his expression was soft. Adoring, even. 

“So are you,” you replied, and he pulled you close into his chest.

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[binnie-bear]

Boyfriend's first time //Stray kids- Han Jisung

WARNING: Smut/not edited.

This is my first smut ever written so forgive me if its trash. Also if you don't like kissing or are uncomfortable with any sexual related topic do NOT read this.

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It was 1 am and i was in my boyfriends room playing games on my phone and waiting for him to come home from work. Jisung has been working so much on new music for their comeback and i thought it'd be nice for me to pay him a visit. We've been together for about a year and I was starting to feel a bit needy. I know jisungs a virgin so I didn't want to make any moves until he felt comfortable, but right now i was feeling a bit lonely and excited.

Since he'll probably take another hour i figured I could have some fun for myself. I put my phone down and reached the small vibrator from my bad and began to put a hand down my pants. Slowly i rubbed my clit then inserted a finger to spread my wet fluid some more. As i closed my eyes I inserted the vibrator into my vagina turning it on and getting more turned on. I kept one hand moving the vibrator and put the other over my head holding onto the pillow. I started to smell my boyfriends cologne on the sheets and couldn't help but imagine he was the one doing these things to me. As i panted i let out jisungs name in whispers and imagined what his lips would be like on my core. The pleasure was only getting better when i opened my eyes and noticed that jisung was standing by the door in shock, and it was quite ovbious he was flustered when he immediately turned red and apologized closing the door.

"Wait ... Jisung omg im sorry" i said but kind of laughed he just looked like such a shy dork. I got up since i was wearing one of his long shirts and opened the door to see him still standing near it with his head in his hands. "..baby its okay im sorry for doing it here." I said wrapping my arms around him from his back. "..uum...its okay i just wasn't expecting that from you." He said turning around to face me. "Well... I mean i get needy too." I said which now caused me to blush. "Well if you wanted to do those things why didn't you tell me?" He said looking right at my eyes. "What! Babe you're the one who should be telling me." I said walking away and back into his room as he followed me. "Well I didn't know if you were comfortable enough to talk about it, but clearly you've made yourself very comfortable." He said teasingly. "Well why don't you do something about it then." i say sitting on the corner of this bed as he stands in front of me. "I...well i..uh i mean if you wa-" he said before i cut him off. "Babe im kidding its okay if you don't want to do anything it's fine we can just sleep." I say smiling at him and slightly turned to reached the vibrator from behind me and as i turned back around jisung grabbed my arms and pulled me up to kiss him. This then caused me to drop the vibrator and let my mouth open so that his tongue explored my mouth. "I want to make you feel good, and i dont want you to have to touch tourself when i can do it for you" he said breaking our kiss. "Well i don't want you to feel like you have to do it." I say back. "Its not that i don't want to, im just not sure how to." He said biting his lip looking at me innocently. "That's okay lemme show you" i said then sat back down infront of him.

I can already see the buldge in his sweatpants and i giggled pulling him closer by pulling his waistband towards me. "Try and stay still then when you start feelings good i want you to move yourself okay" i said looking up and he quickly nodded repeatedly trying to understand what i meant. I pulled his sweats down along with his boxers and his member stuck straight up already wet with precum. I kept my eyes on his and began to circle my tongue on his tip and slowly pumped him. He then shut his eyes and looked up so i took this chance to take him all in and he responded by moving himself in and out of my mouth. I held onto his waist with one hand and used the other to pump what i couldn't reach. His gasps and moans began to get louder so i bobbed my head at a faster pace. Jisung then grabbed my hair with one hand and sort of pushed me making me take in more of his legnth. "Mmm fuck y/n you're so good to me." He said and his breathing was now out of control. His legs began to shake and his hip movements were getting sloppy so i knew he was close. I moaned letting my vibration bring him at ease and seconds later he came in my mouth and pulled out causing some to drip on my chin. I got up wiping it with my finger and licked it right in front of him, but he just threw himself on me and we landed on the bed making me laugh. "Fuuckk..t...that was a-amazing" he said inbetween breathes making me run my hands through his hair. Im sure he hasn't noticed but his dick was already rubbing my wet folds and i couldn't help but get more turned on. He rolled off of me and reached for the vibrator on the floor while taking off the pants from his ankles. "Okay baby.. Now can you teach me how this works?" He said again with an innocent look on his face. "Okay well how about we save that for another day and today i show you how to use something else." I said moving myself up his bed more. He put the vibrator on a shelf he had and i quickly took off my shirt. He turned around raising his eyebrow and he got closer to the bed taking off his shirt. "Okay you come here" i said pulling him over me so that he now hovered over me. We began to kiss passionately and his instincts took control so he was now rubbing circles on my nipples. He then lowered himself and inserted my nipples into his mouth causing pop sounds everytime he took his lips off of me. "Mmmh baby why don't you try touching me" i said and he looked up as if to ask for help. I smiled and he moved to my side so i grabbed his hand and put it over my heat. I grabbed his finger making him circle my clit.

"Like this baby...mmm just like that." I said and let go once he moved on his own. I kept my eyes closed but felt his body shift so i opened then and saw he was now facing my heat. "Oh um you don't ha-" but before i could finish his mouth was on my body and his tongue swirled on my clit at such a fast pace causing me to arch my back and yell his name. "Mmm you're way too good at this." I say as my heart rate increases. As i finished my words he slipped two fingers in me and curled then while his tongue continued to swirl my weakest spot. My hands reached down to tug the boys hair which lead him to look at me with hunger in his eyes. I've never seen him like this so in charge and dark eyes full of lust. He quickly got closer and locked his lips with mine. Our kisses a sloppy mess and our teeth slightly colliding, it was clear we both wanted more. "Baby just fuck me already" i whined and he gave in smiling. He grabbed himself and slightly inserted himself in me slowly as he enjoyed the new tightness on his length. "Holy fuck... Shit that really does feel so good." He said closing his eyes and i cant help but get more excited. He was quick to increase his pace which made my moans grow louder. The fast pace caused the bed frame to constantly hit the wall and all we could hear was the sound of our wet parts colliding. I was grabbing onto his arms when i felt my orgasm coming in so i ran my hands through his sweaty longish hair and pulled him to me. His head was now on my shoulder as he pounded into me faster and my screams got louder. "Shit babe i think im gonna cum." He said panting into my ear. "Me too baby mmm you're doing great" i replied. With that his thrust got rougher and i hit my climax feeling my walls tighten around his throbbing legnth causing him to groan and reach his climax seconds after mine. His sweaty body landed on mine and i wrapped my arms around him. "Thankyou y/n that was amazing." He said kissing my collarbone. "Thankyou for letting me be your first" I say and he got off me and gave me his shirt from the floor while he put on another one. Half dressed we got under the covers and as we fell asleep then I heard him whisper a little "i love you".

[honeyjxsung]

“Can I kiss you?”

Member: Felix x Reader

genre: small angst, fluff

Request:  Hi! Could you possibly do either 37, 44, or 57 from the “100 Ways To Say I Love You” with Felix from Stray Kids? Or Mark from NCT? I promise I’m not trying to stress you out, I just like your work! Thank you so much!

A/N: Omg anon you’re so cute and kind! You guys don’t stress me out at all, and thank you so much for reading my works! ilyyy! 

Enjoy <33

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“Yongbok-ie, hurry up we’ll be late!” You yelled while motioning for the boy behind you. Your hands were full of snacks and you loaded them in the truck. Seconds later, a blonde-haired boy came trudging to your direction, whining like a child. “Yah, for the last time, don’t call me that!” You giggled softly as you turned around to see felix towering over you. He put on a pout while crossing his arms and you couldn’t help to find it absolutely adorable. Then he reached his arms out to offer help. You bent down to grab the other goods on the floor to give to him, but he didn’t take it. “No” he shook his head. Suddenly you felt his hand grab your wrist and jerk you to his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and made a childish noise. You laughed out loud because of his ‘surprise attack.’ “Alright alright, lets go” you patted his arm for him to let go. You seemed fine in Felix’s eyes. He’s hugged you several times before, but he never knew that you blushed every single time.

God, sometimes you wished you didn’t fall for this dork.

“If you don’t speed up, you won’t be hearing the name ‘Felix’ come out of my mouth anytime soon.” You teasingly threatened. Felix let out a yelp and sprinted to the car.

You were supposed to be meeting up with the rest of Stray Kids. They all planned to celebrate Jeongin’s graduation at a park. However, you were running a bit late, and it was because of no other than your best friend Felix Lee.

-

Finally arriving, you parked the car and stepped out in a hurry. You jogged over to the tables next to the playground where you saw 8 boys preparing the food. Jisung was the first to look up and see you and Felix coming over. He gave you a bright smile and a wave. “Y/n and Felix are here! Hey guys!” His outburst caused the rest of skz to look up as well. Chan skipped to you, patting your back as a form of greeting you. The younger ones also followed the leader and hugged you dearly.

“Ok now that everyone’s here, let’s congratulate our makane for graduating! I didn’t think you would be able to complete school, so i’m surprised.” Hyunjin said while putting his hand on the younger boy’s shoulder. Applause erupted from everyone and Jeongin shyly grinned. “Thanks guys, let's eat now, I’m hungry.”

-

After the feast, everyone kind of spreaded out and did their own thing. Jisung, Changbin, and Seungmin went walking on the bridge. Hyunjin and Chan went biking near the river while Minho, Woojin and Jeongin went to rest underneath the tent they brought. And Felix? He was busy trying to find you. He called his hyungs, asking where you were and they all didn’t know. He was beginning to get worried, but then he found you chilling on the playground. You were on the bridge, dangling your feet.

“I was looking for you. I literally checked everywhere and you weren’t there.”

His low voice startled you. You turned around and saw him climbing the ladder to get to you. “Ah, sorry. I forgot to tell you I would be here.” Your voice was small.

“Nah it’s fine. What have you been doing here?” he asked, seeing how spaced out you were.

“Just thinking I guess..”

It was true. You had a lot of thoughts in your head. Normally, you would always tell Felix what was on your mind, whether it be serious or completely random, but today was a bit different.

You were thinking about him.

“What’s on your mind? You seem bothered.” He noticed right away. He raised a brow at you, curious. You shook your head, scooting farther away from him to avoid the subject. But he moved next to you again, closer than before.

Internally, you were screaming. Your heart was beating at an extremely fast pace because you could practically feel his defined chest against your back. “Y/n what aren’t you telling me?”

Your head fell slightly, shoulders tensing. Were you gonna tell him? How would he feel? What if he didn’t like you back and he’d stop being your friend? All sorts of questions formed in your head in a matter of seconds and you didn’t know how to shake them off. “Y/n-“

“I like you ok?! There i said it. I really didn’t want to tell you here, or at all. I’m just really scared because I don’t want to lose you. But that’s why I’m trying to lose my feelings for you. It’s better off you being my friend that rejected me than you not being my friend at all. I can live with that, as much as it hurts. I’m just really sorry..” You rambled on and on, not even looking at him. You couldn’t face him. His reaction could be anything and you didn’t want to find out what it was. But after your rant, he didn’t say anything for the next few moments.

“Felix?” Hesitantly, you brought yourself to look up, and you were met with your crush, only a few inches away from your face.

His eyes flickered down from your eyes to your lips.

“Can i kiss you?”

You were speechless. Of all the things he could’ve said, he told that to you. Before you could even respond, he was already leaning closer. He closed his eyes and his lips met with yours. It felt soft, and you wanted more. You place your hand on his cheek, pouring out your feelings into the kiss. Felix seemed passionate as well.

Pulling away to catch air, you blushed as Felix sheepishly smiled. Shy, you buried your head in the crook of his neck. He giggled. “I think you know how I feel about you as well yeah?”

-

“Where have y’all been?”

Changbin says as you and Felix walked to the group. Behind Changbin, Seungmin saw your intertwined hands and cocked his head to the side. “Did something happen between the two of you?”

The remark caught the attention of the rest. “Oh my god!” Han yelled.

“I had a feeling there was a spark between the two of you” Woojin smiled.

They seemed to be shocked by the sudden news, but not all that surprised. They knew how whipped Felix was for you and vice versa,  but they didn’t want to interfere.

“The kids will be BEAUTIFUL” Minho teased. Felix rolled his eyes, his arms snaking around your waist.

Hyunjin cracked a grin. “You guys are very lucky.”

You looked at Hyunjin, then at your ‘boyfriend’. You took in his features: how his eyes formed crescents when he smiled, or how his dimples were showing whenever he grew excited. His eyes met yours, and you could see the love in them. He placed a kiss on your forehead and continued to mingle with his members while still not leaving your side. Hyunjin was right.

Indeed, you were extremely lucky.