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after-hours-art · 1 year

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Consider it a medicine

Paring: Hange Zoë x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Mentioning of sickness,

Your headache was killing you. Just as soon as you thought that going out without a jacket would be a smart choice "because it's spring," you ended up in your bed under the covers and three blankets. Mental note - never trust Military Police soldiers' predictions about the weather. Too bad your brother was the soldier you listened to. Another mental note - kill him the next time you see him.

You rolled to the other side to hide from the sunlight that started peeking from behind the white curtains. You were so dumb to choose such a light color for your room. Now it's definitely too bright for your headache. You strated, feeling tears in your eyes. Another sign of long-term illness. And why did it have to happen now, right before the next expedition? You heard the noises on the corridor. The cadets and others were probably getting ready for breakfast. You didn't feel hungry at all, so you just hid your head under the pillow to hide from the noises. Oh, why do those Jaeger and Kirstein kids have to be so loud??

- SHUT UP! - you managed to shout, but you were sure that after that, you lost your voice for good. You shut your eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

// Hange's POV //

I kept looking around for Y/N, but she was nowhere to find. Have I done something yesterday to upset her? She was away for the whole week. Maybe I got too excited about her being back? Walls, is she mad at me, and now she's trying to avoid me? Is she mad because I left when she was still asleep?

- Hey, Four-Eyes! - Levi's voice broke the train of thoughts in my head.

- Huh?

- I called your name three times. Where are you these days? We NEED your crazy Titan knowledge to set the trap for that Titan. So wake up and help - blackhaired man took sip of his tea.

- Levi is right. We need to stay focused, Hange. You know that Survey Corps' future relies on this expedition. - Erwin said as he managed to smile. As if he wasn't risking the whole Regiment existence in two days.

- Yes. Right. Sorry. The weapon will work. For sure.

- What's with you? Your Titans got killed again?

- Don't bring Bean and Sawney into that. It's... somethi- someone else.

- Are you freaking about that brunette girl? Y/N or whatever her name was. - Levi sended me a serious glare. - You two broke up? That was a short relationship.

- We didn't break up! - I shouted and hit the table with my hands, accidentally causing silence in the mensa. - S-sorry, guys. - I sat back down and covered my face with my hands.

- Y/L/N isn't here? I thought she came back from Wall Sina yesterday. - Erwin put his hand on my back.

- She did. And I saw her. Yesterday. I got a little... excited and happy to see her, and now she's probably mad at me, regretting ever getting to know me. Oh, Walls, what if she wants to leave the Scouts because of me?

- She's too good to let her go. She has done the most kills, not counting my squad in it. I wonder how you, Titan-lover, ended up falling in love with the one who kill them - Levo scoffed and put his cup down. - I'm waiting in my office, Erwin. There's a strategy I'd like you to consider.

Ackerman left the room, leaving me with Erwin.

- Just go talk to her, Hange. If she's not here, she might be in her room. And take her some food. We won't have any use of a hungry soldier. - he stood up and left. I sighted. I took half of the sandwich I had left and left the mensa. Maybe Erwin was right, and she is just tired? I knocked to her dorm door, but no one answered.

- Y/N? It's me. Hange. I just wanted to talk. You weren't downstairs this morning and... Y/N, can we just talk? - I waited for a while, but still no answer. After assassination of my Titans, something in my head alarmed me that that assassin might move to people.

- Y/N! If you won't answer me, I swear I'll break this door! - still only silence. I moved the handle and, for my surprise, it was open. I stepped into the dark room.

- Y/N? Princess?

//2nd POV //

You whimpered as you heard a familiar voice.

- Princess! What happened? - Hange closed the door behind them and rushed to your bed, kneeling next to you. You pointed at your throat.

- Are you sick? You lost your voice? Oh, Walls, I was so worried. - Hange gently put their hand on your forehead just to discover fever. It wasn't high, but it only made squad leader worry more.

- Oh, Princess. - they took your hand in their, gently carresing the top of your palm with their thumb. - I thought you were mad about yesterday, and you regretted hanging out with so... energetic person as me.. - they moved the hair from your face so they could see your eyes.

- Hange... - you said with a raspy voice.

- It's alright, Princess. - Hange gently wiped the single tear from your cheek. - I got you some food, but I think tea might be better for you now. - they wanted to get up, but you grabbed their wrist, wordlessly asking them to stay. Hange smiled softly at you.

- I will be right back, I promise. - they said as they freed their hand and left the room. You sighted and closed your eyes again. Hange came back a few minutes later with a cold towel to put on your head and warm lemon tea in their hands. They carefully placed the towel on your forehead and helped you sit down on the bed. You took a sip of warm tea while Hange pulled themselves a chair to sit next to your bed.

- I'm so happy that you're not mad at me. I mean, it sucks that you're sick. But I'm happy that my... excitement yesterday didn't freak you out.

- No, Hange. You don't freak me out... most of the time. I got kind of worried about you when you were doing experiments with those Titans, but I love you, Hange. - you said putting your cup on the nightstand. Hange just kept looking at you with their eyes wide open.

- What? Did I say something wrong?

- You said that you love me. Do you... do you really mean it? That you love me?

- Of course I do, Love. If I didn't mean it, I would let you... welcome me the way you did yesterday - you blushed at the memories of the last night. Hange reached their hand to gently brush their fingers against your neck and the hickeys they left on you last night when they were claiming you as theirs.

- I love you too - they leaned towards you, but you moved away. - What? We just said "I love you" for the first time. Why won't you kiss me? Oh, no. You ARE mad about yesterday?

- No, Hange - you grunted to get your voice to work. - I'm sick. I don't want you to be sick, too.

- Consider it a medicine - Hange said with a serious look in their eyes.

- A medicine?

- Yep. Let my kiss take all your pain away from you.

- Hange, you have an important expedition. They can't afford not to have you there. - you put your hand on their cheek and gently rubbed it with your thumb. - You are too important, my Love.

Hange sighted and kissed you by the surprise.

- HANGE!

- I won't get sick. I promise. I just needed to kiss you. I left you in the morning, and I didn't spot that you were feeling sick and.. oh, I'm a terrible partner

- You're the best partner. And I loved the kiss. I actually feel better after that tea and towel and the fact that you're here. - you looked at Hange with the soft gaze that you had reserved only for the ones you truly cared about. Hange's hand ended you at your cheek, tackling your hair behind your ear.

- I'll take good care of you, I promise.

- Focus on the missio-

- Us. That's the only mission I care about now.

- Hange...

- Y/N. I... I just want to hug you now

- You'll get sick.

- Screw that. Move over - they got off the chair and got on the bed next to you.

- What? Hange!

Just a few seconds later, you were sitting between their legs, your back resting on their chest as they were holding you close by the waist and placing soft kisses on the top of your head.

- Hange... you'll get sick. - you mumbled but enjoyed their closeness even more than yesterday.

- I don't care. I want you to be warm, cozy, and safe. - they said as they kissed the side of your head.

You leaned more into their hug.

- Just a few minutes, okay? I don't want Levi bursting in here.

Hange reached for your hand under the covers and locked your fingers with theirs.

- Now rest, my Princess. - they whispered in your ear, making your spine shiver. - And I'll make sure that you won't go on that mission.

- But you'll have to be extra careful, good?

- Yeah. I'm used to risking my life like if it's nothing but... - they kissed the top of your head. - Now, as I have a person to live for, I'll come back in one piece. Promise.

- I'll kiss you when you'll be back - you turned your head and smiled at them. Hange used that opportunity to steal another kiss from you.

- Hange!

- I couldn't resist. You're too cute, even sick with teary eyes and that red cheeks.

- Red cheeks are your fault... - you mumbled shyly. Hange only giggled and smiled, happy that you were in love with them.

- I'll make your cheeks more red when I'll be back - they whispered in a lower voice close to your ear, something that always was giving you goosebumps.

- Hange! - you pulled your knees to your chest, hid your face in your blushed face as Hange laughed at your adorable reaction.

#hange x reader #hanji zoe #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #aot fluff #fluff #hange zoë #hange x fem!reader #hange fluff

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cruelangelwroteherthesis · 3 months

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finally watched aot this year and i am not well. anyway here's Hanji and fem!Reiner

#hanji zoe #fem!reiner braun #reiner braun #cuz i like turning pathetic male characters into pathetic female characters we need more of theese #aot #my art :3

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lythea-creation · 2 years

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Always By Your Side - Mikasa Ackerman x fem reader

summary: Mikasa always runs off to protect Eren. Little does she know that you're actually doing the same for her.

warnings: injuries, death of soldiers, just aot

word count: 2.108

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Eren Yeager. This was the name of the person I despised the most. Pretty ironic as his two best friends were also mine, although I considered one of them more than just a friend.

I did not just hate him because he was usually screaming around and behaving like the king of our god forsaken world.

Of course it was annoying, but I could have lived with that if he actually was that strong. In reality his child play was nothing but an illusion. Deep down he knew that he was not almighty and despite having the guts to follow his ideals, he easily drowned in self-pity when he realized that his will and his power did not overlap enough to success.

The problem with that was that he carelessly jumped into every dangerous situation which led Armin and Mikasa and in the end also me to follow him into misery.

Mikasa was the one who used to save Eren's ass whenever he failed. That was the true reason I despised him. If Mikasa might not be able to save him one day it would kill her, either physically or mentally and I could not bear that. So I gave my best to help and support her.

Frustratingly my strength was not sufficient to protect her completely. Today had proven that once again.

“How's Mikasa doing?”, Hannes' voice ripped me out of my depressing thoughts.

“Her injuries aren't severe, although I fear a concussion”, Armin declared.

I was sitting beside him and holding his hand as our eyes were fixated on the unconscious Mikasa.

Only a few minutes ago Reiner and Berthold had turned out to be the Armored and Colossal Titan and captured Eren and Ymir. In the fight many of us had been injured.

I had some burn wounds myself, but nothing that limited me much.

What bothered me more was the overwhelming guilt inside of me. I had not been able to reach Mikasa in time.

“You two didn't eat anything yet, did you?”, Hannes addressed Armin and me. “I'll get you something.”

We shook our heads.

“You should eat something”, he insisted and placed his hands on our heads.

After he had left, my gaze wandered over to the other badly injured.

What were we supposed to do now?

Hanji was unconscious, unable to give us any orders.

The horses were trapped on the other side of the walls.

I knew that Mikasa would be furious when she found out that nobody was following the titan shifters. But it was pointless. Right now there was nothing we could do but wait.

When I woke up Mikasa was sitting at the edge of the wall hugging her knees. Apparently I had been more exhausted than I had wanted to admit.

“Oh, (f/n)! You're awake”, Armin greeted me relieved.

I sent him a small smile before moving over to Mikasa. I saw tears in the corner of her eyes.

“Mikasa? I'm sorry”, I whispered getting her attention.

Her eyes locked on mine for a moment before looking ahead again. “It wasn't your fault. I wasn't able to protect him and now over five hours have passed”, she mumbled.

I inched closer to her and hugged her arm to comfort her and probably also myself.

I hated seeing her like this. If Eren was the one making her happy, I had to get him back no matter what.

“Ah, Mikasa, you're awake”, Hannes' noticed as he approached us and threw something toward us: field rations.

He started talking about the old times and reminded us that Eren would resist and wait for us to help him. His words seemed to work as Armin and Mikasa appeared confident instead of depressed now.

After eating we stood up and waited for the horse elevators to arrive.

Soon later we were on the way toward the forest where Hanji had assumed the titan shifters to rest until night.

I was behind Mikasa together with Jean and Hannes, Armin beside her.

After a while we had to give up on the Long-Distance Enemy Scouting Formation and gather.

The forest was right in front of us, but we were surrounded by titans. Especially the military police had difficulties with that as they was not used to move outside the walls.

We split into two groups evading the titans in front of us and switched over to our ODM Gears as soon as we reached the trees.

Our group also split up to increase our chance of finding Eren and the others. But just as we moved into different directions a scream of a titan erupted.

Without hesitation we approached the source of the scream discovering that it had come from the titan form of Ymir.

We thought that she had escaped Reiner and Berthold until Christa ended up in her mouth.

Unfortunately she was faster than our ODM Gear and as soon as the forest ended she jumped onto the transformed Reiner.

How were we supposed to catch up with them now?

We jumped back onto our horses and quickly rode ahead.

I watched Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie and Sasha move up to Reiner, Ymir, Berthold and Eren, but Hannes stopped me from doing the same. “There's more than one way to protect and support them!”, he shouted.

Far ahead I spotted something that made me anxious. If I could detect them from my spot, they had to be titans.

They were approaching us at a rapid pace and were led by Commandant Erwin. What was he thinking?

After a while Hannes instructed the others to jump down, what they did as soon as they evaluated the situation.

Last second we managed to evade the titans, but the titan shifters were not that lucky and soon surrounded.

But we scouts were not made to stand by and watch. Hesitation was not an option, when our Commandant ordered us to attack.

Reiner had to take his hands away from Berthold and Eren to save them. This was our chance to get him back, but no matter where my eyes were locked on, there was always a titan.

Commandant Erwin instructed us to move forward and use our chance motivating us to continue, although his arm was trapped between the teeth of a titan.

One soldier switched over to his ODMG to save Erwin while we rode into the direction of countless titans.

I heard many around us die, but forced myself to concentrate on my goal of somehow following Mikasa who was evading one titan after another.

When I arrived I saw Berthold dodging her attack.

To my horror Mikasa fell right into the hand of a titan earning a scream of pain from her.

Everything faded from my perception as my body moved on its own and killed the titan.

I caught Mikasa mid-air and landed with her on my horse. “Are you alright?”, I worried.

“Thanks. It's nothing”, she claimed, though I heard the pain in her voice.

Before I could do anything, she jumped off the horse again to catch the falling Eren.

I would never stand a chance against him. I had known that from the beginning, but being confronted with it again and again, hurt.

The titans did not stop attacking me of course. So I was not able to focus on Mikasa.

Reiner had started throwing titans meaning Mikasa and Eren had to be behind us. Otherwise he would not be trying to stop us.

But was it not too risky to throw them at us? After all Eren could get eaten as well.

Here and there I was able to save the life of a military police soldier. Ironic that they had been the best of their year only to die in a real situation while I was still alive and even saved some of them without being under the top ten.

“Eren! Mikasa!” Armin's scream distracted me almost at the risk of my life as I barely dodged the attack of a titan.

As much as I wanted to help Mikasa. I could not do that if I was dead.

When the titan in front of me dropped to the ground I saw Hannes flying over to Eren and Mikasa.

I heard Armin screaming and holding an unconscious Jean. They were defenseless. I had to trust Hannes and help my best friend.

Eren's scream startled me and made me miss my target.

I cut off the titan's hand right before he could get a grip of Armin.

In the distance I saw that no one was flying around the titan in front of Eren and Mikasa anymore. Another titan was approaching them as well. Was it all over now?

It would be pointless to persuade myself that I could reach them in time when I knew painfully well that it was impossible. And even if I could … would I be willing to let Armin and Jean die to save Eren and Mikasa? Why did I even have to think about such cruel decisions?

Suddenly another scream of Eren erupted.

The titan in front of me stopped moving before running toward the source of the noise like all the other titans.

Had Eren just saved us? Dammit! How had the situation escalated like that?

“Armin? Are you alright?” I concentrated back on what was important right now.

“Yeah. Thanks to you. But Jean ...”

“Is he ...?” I did not dare to finish my sentence.

“He's alive”, Armin assured me.

I nodded and whistled hoping to get one or more horses.

To my relief it worked.

I took Jean from Armin's arms and helped him to get Jean with him onto the horse.

Then I got onto one myself and took another one with me for Eren.

When I arrived next to the duo, Eren was carrying Mikasa on his back.

“Eren!”, I made him aware of me and extended my hand to get Mikasa on my horse.

When Eren simply stared at me I requested him to hurry. After all we did not know how long the titans would concentrate on Reiner and Berthold.

Eren put Mikasa behind me and got onto the other horse.

I moved Mikasa's hands to my waist and reminded her to hold on.

She rested her head on my back and embraced me tightly making me blush.

Luckily no one paid attention to it as they were too busy with escaping.

Back inside the walls Eren took Mikasa off my horse.

I followed them silently to the infirmary.

As soon as Mikasa's wounds had been treated Armin joined us. “Eren. Commandant Erwin wants to see you.”

The two boys left Mikasa and me alone as I promised them to watch over her.

Mikasa's hand gently touched my burned cheek. “You should get a treatment yourself.”

“I'm fine”, I assured her with a smile and placed my hand over hers. “I'm sorry that I wasn't fast and strong enough. I failed you two times in one day”, I recalled disappointed.

Her face displayed confusion as her hand left my face. “What do you mean? You saved my life.”

“And let you get hurt”, I reminded her.

“When did saving me become your job?”, she questioned with a soft scowl.

I averted her eyes. “It's not your job to protect Eren either, is it? But you still do it because you love him”, I stated.

My gaze moved over to her for a second and I immediately noticed her blush.

She hid her face in her scarf. “I just don't want to lose him. He's the only family I've left”, she admitted.

“I know.” I sighed. “Just don't forget that I'm here, okay? I promise you that I won't run away or leave you behind. No matter what it is, if it makes you happy, I'll help you with it”, I swore to both of us.

“Eren always rushes away from me and I can do nothing but follow if I don't want to give him up. It hurt me and still does. I never realized I did the same with you”, Mikasa proclaimed and took my hand.

That made me face her again giving me the possibility to adore her smile.

“Thank you, (f/n). For not giving up on me.”

Before I could overthink it I kissed her.

Countless emotions exploded inside of me when she actually kissed me back.

After a while she pulled back with soft eyes and a loving smile. “Please never stop staying by my side.”

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chopzoe · 2 years

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#new chapter is up #snk #aot #fanfic #levi ackerman #erwin smith #eruri #fem!levi #hanji zoe #mike zacharias #petra ral

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luvh4nji · 1 year

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 + 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆

warning: afab!reader, honestly probably just fem!reader, chan's refers to reader as "girl", minho being a little mean </3, like...borderline somno in hyunjin's, a little fluffy too tho!

chan ; he loves it, he was in the one to bring it up in the first place. he loves the intimacy that comes along with it really, how close he can be with you. he's the type to invite you to the studio just to pull his pants 'n boxers down just enough so you can sit on his dick and keep him warm <33 definitely the type to praise you and rub your back while you're sitting with him, giving you sweet kisses on the crown of your head and drawing aimless patterns on your back through the thin fabric of your shirt. "my best girl. doing so good for me, sweet thing."

minho ; does it to fuck with you. he'd keep his hands on your waist when you sink down on his lap, keeping you in place and laughing at your whines, hands in balled up fists beating at his chest. "what is it, kitty? you thought you'd get you wanted so easily?" he'd coo, one hand leaving your waist to grab your wrists in one large palm; his words completely disregarding the fact that you'd been begging for his dick, sitting between his legs, before he finally let you on his lap. "tell me how much you want it, honey. tell me how you much you need me."

changbin ; oddly enough, i think he'd love it. definitely the type to just keep his dick in you after he cums inside you. he'd just collapse on top of you, letting his body relax into yours while he catches his breath. and when he tries to get up, you'd hook your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, pulling him back to you. and poor boy would think something's wrong before you mumble about how you don't want him to move. and he'd just nod, settling himself back down on top of you, propped up on his elbows on either side of your head. "alright, honey, i've got you. jus' lemme get a washcloth to clean you up, okay?" and he'd laugh softly when you whine before letting him go. and when he's done cleaning you up, his touch gentle against your sensitive skin, he'd press a soft kiss to the corner of your lips while sliding back in, telling you how good you are for him <3

hyunjin ; he loves it. most of the time. he seems like the type to think it's comforting to be that close to you, especially after a long day, but sometimes he just wants to fuck with you. he's the type to let you get all comfortable, settling on his lap and resting your head against his chest and letting his heartbeat make you all hazy before shifting under you, letting his cock rub against your walls, ripping a soft moan from the back of your throat. "don't worry, babe, jus' lemme make you feel good." and he'd smooth your hair back, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

jisung ; oh, he hates it. why would you make him do this? at first, he's all for it. hanji loves the idea of cockwarming; the intimacy, the connection, the warmth of your bodies being so close together, but he cannot stand having his dick on you and not doing moving. he's the type to last about five minutes before he's putting his hands on your hips and shallowly rutting his hips up into yours. "i'm sorry- i'm so sorry, baby, but i can't do this." and his lips to be close yo your skin, brushing against the pule point of your neck while he's whispering apologies, his leaking cock digging against your aching walls </3

felix ; his favorite thing in the whole world. felix loves to wrap you up in his arms and keep you as close as possible, and you can't get much closer than having his dick inside you. he's so sweet, pressing kisses to your collarbones and neck and cheeks, murmuring about how much he loves you and how he can't believe how lucky he is to have you in that deep voice. he just gets so sappy every time he gets his dick wet <3 also! he's definitely the type to rub slow, languid circles into your clit while you're just sitting on him; he loves feeling how shaky you get on his lap <//3

seungmin ; he gets so mean <//3 he truly doesn't mean to, but you just look so cute getting all desperate on his lap, eyes getting all glassy, he can't help himself :( he likes to make you work for it, sitting back against the headboard of his bed, watching you try to rut yourself on his cock, but not being able to get a steady rhythm. and he'd just give a mean smile when you whine for him, telling him how you can't do it and you need his help, please. and he just shakes his head, sighing like you're inconveniencing him. "if you can't fuck yourself on my cock on your own, then you're not getting anything, so get to work, baby."

jeongin ; honestly tries his best to keep still. he knows it something you wanted to try out with him and he thinks it's so sweet that you want to be close to him and just be with him, but he cannot do it. like at all. "so, how long do we have to do this?" and he'd sound so impatient, all you can do is laugh and tell him that there isn't necessarily a time limit. so he just starts subtly shifting under you, rutting his hips shallowly into yours, hands hovering just over your waist <//3

#stray kids #skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids reactions #skz reactions #bang chan #lee minho #lee felix #han jisung #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #hwang hyunjin #seo changbin

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jilixthinker · 4 months

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=͟͟͞♡ han jisung × fem!reader

=͟͟͞♡ footjob (hard thought)

Hanji, head against the couch and legs obscenely parted, a blissful expression on his tipsy face while he begs you to touch him with both hands and feet.

"Please noona, I've been good, right? Been so good to you... always good uhm- s' good? I'm your good boy? Tell me I am, please."

"Baby, you are drunk," you laugh, but your feet are pressed very high on his thigh, so close to his groin and his neglected needy cock.

"Not drunk, m' tipsy, kay? Tipsy and I need you to touch me- noona don't be mean. You know I'm goo- oh FUCK!"

His whimpers quickly become proper sobs while you squelch the base of his chubby cock with the sole of your foot, the contrast between his warmth and your coldness is both painful and delicious.

"Like this? You want it like this, right? So filthy, Hanji. Getting your cock all red and fat just for my feet? Poor little boy," you coo at him and you let your foot slide all up against the shaft, softly gripping his tip between your toes and circling them until he is dripping precum on your freshly painted nails.

"F-fuck, it's so hot, oh my god, s' hot. Baby, please can you... also your h-hand? Need it, please, please."

He throbs under your toes and you curl up next to him, just to be able to spit on the head of his cock and add your right hand too, the right still cupping your boyfriend's chin.

"Nasty boy. Wanna cum on me, uh? Okay. Watch me."

#skz smut #stray kids smut #skz imagine #stray kids imagines #stray kids hard thoughts #skz hard thoughts #han jisung smut #han jisung x reader #han jisung imagine #han jisung imagines #han jisung hard thought #han jisung x female reader #han jisung x you #han jisung x y/n #han jisung sub #sub!han jisung #sub skz #sub han jisung

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m-jelly · 1 year

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Hi! Can you write a Hange x fem reader forbidden love au where hange is a rogue who stumbled upon a very high class event and the reader is a princess of a very VERY prosperous kingdom all Romeo and Juliet levels of drama and devotion to one another with some first time smut on the readers end? With hange swearing that they’ll give her the life she deserves and at the end hange proposes and the reader says yes and the run away together to live the cottage core life of there dreams with there love never fading no matter how many years pass

I'm going to cut a few things in the ask as I could easily make this a long fic xD so I'm going to do three parts, one being them meeting, second will be a fight with the King and Queen and the third is them running away together and enjoying life as a couple.

What I want

Pairing: Fem!Hange x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Royal AU, fluff, romance, cute, falling in love, running away, forbidden romance

Concept: Hange crashes a ball and enjoys the free drinks and food. While there, she comes across the most beautiful woman she's ever seen. Hange flirts with you, has fun with you and runs off to play around. You both fall in love quickly. You confront your parents with Hange after your romance has gone on for over two months. Your parents reject the union between you and Hange and demand you marry a Prince of their choice. Hurt that you aren't accepted, you and Hange plot your escape. You and Hange run off into the night and go to a cottage where you live your perfect life together.

Warnings: The King (your father) is against you being with a woman due to royal traditions and old fashioned views.

Tagging my Hange simp @skittlelover69

Hange climbed up the wall slowly, her fingers gripping on for dear life as she kept making her way up. Her plan was to get into the ball, locate her target and complete the mission she'd been paid to do. It was so simple.

She gasped as her foot slipped bringing her out of her thoughts for a moment. She huffed and adjusted her feet against the wall before ascending the wall until she reached the open window.

She held her breath at the sounds of boots from patrolling guards. She hung there in the cool night air as bugs sang to the moon. She pulled a few faces while she waited before lifting herself up and into the hallway.

She fixed her clothes before waltzing down the hallway. She slipped into the main hall and watched the room of rich people dance, laugh and get drunk. She scanned the room looking for her target. She clocked him and made her way over.

Hange placed her hand in her bag and fiddled with the note. She needed to place this note in the man's pocket and then leave. She stumbled when the man was pulled away. She gritted her teeth and shifted to try and get closer.

"Excuse me?"

Hange turned and felt her heart flutter in her chest as she gazed at you. She blushed hard at how beautiful you were and how cute your smile was. She felt a magnetic pull towards you and before she knew it she was right in front of you gazing down at you.

You smiled softly. "Are you trying to plant something on that man there?"

She nodded. She didn't know what it was, but she felt like she could tell you anything. "Yes."

You reached out to her with your delicate hand she just wanted to kiss. "May I have the note? I can easily plant it on him. If I do this, you owe me."

Hange offered the note. "What payment?"

You smiled. "A drink. I would like you to join me for a drink right after I do this."

Hange smirked at the agreement. "Deal."

Hange turned and watched you. She thought you were incredibly beautiful and loved your confidence, but she wasn't sure a rich girl like you would know what you were doing. She watched you get close to the man and talk to him. Her eyes widened as you got him laughing and touched him a little. She was in awe of you, even more so when she couldn't see when you slipped the note into the man's jacket.

You strolled over to Hange and smirked. "You owe me a drink."

Hange hummed a laugh. "I do." She walked with you. "I'm impressed. I've been a rogue for years and had to learn how to be sneaky and yet you casually walk up to this man and slip the note on him."

You giggled and grabbed two bottles of champagne. "Follow me then, you rouge."

Hange laughed. "What happens if I don't?"

You looked over at Hange. "You miss out on free booze, great company and I might just tell the King about you."

Hange nervously laughed. "You don't know the King."

"He's my dad."

Hange stared at you for a while. "Interesting. So, I'm dealing with the princess."

"Indeed you are."

She bowed to you. "Your highness."

You winked at her before leading her outside to a sitting area. You handed the bottles over and began taking parts of your dress off. "Ah, much better."

Hange admired your body in your tight corset and underdress. "Wow."

You smiled as you walked up to her. "Admiring the view?"

"I am."

You took the bottle from her and smirked. "Good. I'm admiring you as well." You yanked the cork out and downed some drink and gave your name. "And who may I ask are you?"

"Hange Zoe."

You shook her hand. "Pleasure to meet you."

She raised your hand and kissed the back of it. "Please is all mine."

You hummed a laugh. "Smooth talker."

She popped the cork before yanking you against her body. "I can't help myself with you. You make my heart race."

You sat on Hange's thigh. "Let's talk. Tell me about the beautiful rouge I see."

You and Hange talked for hours under the moonlight. You snuggled close to her and smiled and laughed with her. You drank all your champagne and ended up dancing barefoot with Hange around the gardens. She dipped you and twirled you. She'd lift you in the air making you laugh.

By the end of the night, the two of you were just slow dancing with your foreheads touching with gentle smiles. You turned your head just a little before kissing Hange. Hange ran her hands over your body as her tongue slipped into your mouth. You moaned in delight and felt like your world was complete. Hange was your world.

You held Hange's hand as tears filled your eyes. You held your head high and stayed determined. Your father glared back at you. You could feel the weight in the air of the words you'd spoken. Your father and mother, who were very traditional, had just learned the only daughter of their five children was not only romantically involved with someone but that someone was a woman.

Hange stepped forward. "Your majesty, if I may-."

"You may not!" He slammed his fist on the arm of his throne. "You have twisted your way into my daughter's life. You have dragged her away from the light."

"Your majesty, she cannot help who she loves."

"Quiet!" He growled. "She is meant to marry a prince, you hear me? A prince."

You welled up. "Father, I love Hange. I love her."

He glared at you. "You don't know what you love. You need a man. You need a prince. I didn't think I would have to get involved, but I must. You will go to the dates I arrange, do you hear me?"

"Father."

"DO YOU HEAR ME!?"

You shook a little. "I can't."

He stood up. "You will! This is for your own good! You have no future with this woman! You will be mocked and hated! I am doing this to protect you. This relationship ends now."

You almost collapsed to the floor, but Hange caught you. "Please! Please don't do this. I need her."

"I will arrange your first marriage meeting for next week. Say your goodbyes and then this Hange is banned from this palace for life."

Hange guided you away from your parents. "I'm sorry."

You shook your head. "It's me who should be sorry. I messed this all up. I ruined it all."

She stopped with you in an empty hall. "You did nothing wrong." She kissed you before wiping your tears away. "I love you and I will always love you."

You hugged her tightly. "I only want you."

She squeezed you tightly. "Me too." She lowered her voice. "We'll run away together."

You nodded. "A sweet cottage together like we dreamed of. I will never get the crown because I'm the youngest. This is all so stupid."

Hange cupped your face. "We'll get away and have the best life."

You walked into your store room and looked at the haggis hanging up. You checked them and smiled happily at how good they were doing. You plucked one down for dinner before leaving the room.

You hummed a laugh at your dog bounding around the garden as she lived her best life. You adored watching her bark at anything she could see. She was a fierce little pup and you knew very well Hange was teaching her to bark at most things.

You let out a long sigh. "Kaia? Come here, girl." You leaned down and fussed her soft fur when she stopped next to you with her tail wagging. "You wild thing."

You left your pup and went inside your cottage in the middle of the woods. You kept your door open so Kaia could come in when she was done being wild. You needed to work on dinner and you knew Hange was going to return home after doing her chores.

You would make haggis, cured meats and fish along with some shortbread. Hange would deliver everything for you to the local shop and they would sell it. Hange would collect the money and return it to you. Other times Hange would carry out jobs for people as a rogue.

You worked hard making good food for people. You would leave the woods and sell and deliver your goods, but sometimes the questions about you and your royal life got too much. You had run away from your family and they had disowned you at first, but now they were searching for you and wanted to reconnect with you and accepted Hange as your wife.

You needed time to yourself and to think things through, so you remained in the woods a lot more as you thought about what to do. You loved your life with Hange and Kaia too much. Your life was a dream come true. You didn't want to change a thing. You didn't want to be a princess again, but you would like to travel a bit with your wife a bit more.

You flicked your gaze to the door when you heard Kaia going wild. You smiled softly knowing your wife was home. You cleaned your hands before running out of the house towards Hange. You jumped in the air and squealed when Hange caught you in her loving arms.

Hange spun around with you as she giggled. "Hello, my love." She put you on your feet and kissed you. "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

She kissed you again and sighed. "We made a lot of money again."

You jumped up and down. "Yay! What's the report?"

She smiled softly. "Big hit. People loved your spiced dried meats."

"I guess I should make more."

She opened her bag and pulled out a box. "I got you something."

You blushed and opened it up to reveal a pretty necklace. "Oh, Hange."

She took it from you and clipped it on you. "Beautiful."

You wrapped your arms around your wife. "Thank you so much."

Hange squeezed you tightly and nuzzled the crook of your neck and inhaled. "Mm, I love you so much."

"I love you too."

Hange released you. "So, has my brave knight Kaia been protecting you?"

You walked with Hange into your home. "She's been barking at everything."

"Good."

You laughed. "Not good. She's been wild."

"Oh, dear." She leaned down and petted Kaia. "Good girl. Momma loves you."

You smirked and carried on making dinner. "Haggis tonight, my love."

Hange hugged you from behind and covered your neck in kisses. "A delicious meal made by a delicious meal."

You giggled as she nipped you. "Behave yourself, my love. Food first."

She ran her hands over your body and purred at you. "Of course." She said your name softly against your skin. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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snowyquokka · 2 months

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Hi gorgeous 💞

I honestly love you work, thank you so much ❤️

If it's not too much to ask but my birthday is on 14th March so can you write a hyunjin x f reader smut +fluff with him giving reader his birthday gift for her (surprise me with your writing)?

I would really appreciate it 🥺

Bye 👋

SYMPHONIES

cw: mature content MDNI, fem reader, oral *f receiving, swearing, friends to lovers, no aftercare shown but is implied

wc: 1.3k

a.n - happy birthday beautiful!! i hope this was a good enough present <3

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12:00 AM

Tons of DMs, calls and texts erupt on your phone simultaneously, wishing you a happy birthday. Everyone but the one you wanted most.

Is it wrong to be in love with your best friend since the sixth grade? To a normal person, maybe, but to you it’s the reality you’re forced to live.

4:00 AM

Did he forget? You can’t blame him; he is an idol after all and he’s probably exhausted. At this point the group chat you are in with all the guys is blowing up to the point where you had to silence it once you realized that Hyunjin wasn’t responding or jumping in the conversation.

CHILDREN OF CHAN

|lixie - happy birthday cutie

|hanji - HAPPY BIRTHDAY

|hanji - get ready to party bitch. it’s on

|seungmo - im not getting stuck with han’s shitfaced ass this time

|minhoe - it’s only like one in the morning and you’re already plotting?

|innie - felix get back on league

|channie - im trying to sleep

|seungmo - put your phone on silent then old man

|seungmo - nvm you probably dont know how at ur jurassic age

You let out a small laugh and bite your lip, contemplating if you should thank them or not. Ultimately deciding against it and telling yourself that you’ll do it when you wake up, you turn off your phone and roll over onto your side, soundlessly falling asleep.

10:00 AM

There’s a knock at the door, startling you out of yet another poor attempt at sleeping. You hop out of bed sluggishly and make your way to the living room. To your surprise, Hyunjin is leaning against the doorway, having let himself in with the emergency key you gave him when you first moved in.

“Just in case,” He insisted, “What if something happens and you need me? Or vice versa.” The fact that you believed that would be the only scenario he used it for seemed a bit foolish as he visited more and more.

You spot a somewhat large box, royal blue with a red ribbon on top, in Hyunjin’s hands. He smiles and pushes off the doorway. “I’m sorry to intrude like that, you weren’t answering your phone.” He says when he reaches you.

You shrug, “It’s okay. I was only sleeping.” Hyunjin nods and places the box in your hands with a sly grin, “Open,” He gestures towards the box. You move to the couch and take the lid off the box. The first thing on top is your very own Jiniret. “So you stop kidnapping my child,” Hyunjin laughs and slides onto the couch next to you. The next thing you pull out is an all black hoodie and when you turn it around you see Hyunjin’s name on the back. The small gesture shouldn’t cause butterflies to emerge in your stomach, but it does to your dismay.

You take out the rest of the stuff (a few small fake plants, Versace perfume that you scold him for buying for you, and a couple of his PCs sprinkled in between everything). You finally reach the bottom and furrow your eyebrows when you pull out a blindfold. You look at Hyunjin whose expression has morphed into something mischievous. He moves the box out of your lap and takes the blindfold out of your hands before tying it around your head, obstructing your vision.

“C’mon, stand up.” You do and Hyunjin slides his hand in yours, guiding you somewhere.

After a few moments you assume you’ve reached your bedroom, the smell of your favorite candle filling the air. The door clicks behind you and now you’re hyper aware of Hyunjin’s presence.

“Why are we in my room, Jin?” Instead of answering you, he runs his fingers delicately down your bare forearms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

“I think we can both agree that we have more than just a normal friendship, don’t you think?” Hyunjin’s voice has noticeably dropped, causing shivers to wrack your body. Your heartbeat quickens so much that you wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it. “I asked you a question, baby.”

Are you dreaming? You must be dreaming. There is absolutely no way you aren’t. He would never say anything like this. Right? Right. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Hyunjin places his hands on your hips and presses you flush against his body.

Maybe you aren’t dreaming, judging by the very real, sizable erection digging into your stomach. “Hyunjin I-” You aren’t too sure what to say except to agree with him. He walks you back to the bed and gently lets you down, climbing over you soon after.

“Are you sure?” You know for sure that he would never lie about something like this, especially with you. You’re asking yourself more than you are him.

He toys with the hem of your shirt, “May I?” You nod and raise your arms as he lifts it over your head before immediately attaching his lips to your neck. Hyunjin nips at your shoulder and collar bone before making his way down to your breasts. “Do you want this?”

“Yes, please.” You whine. He unclasps your bra and throws it somewhere. His mouth attacks your right breast, his other hand massaging the other. Your back arches in pleasure and you can’t help but let out a groan. How can’t you when Hwang fucking Hyunjin has his pretty pink lips wrapped around your nipple.

“Fuck, baby. You make the sexiest sounds.” Hyunjin drops to his knees, pulling your shorts and panties down with him. His mouth waters at the sight of his index finger being swallowed whole by your tight heat.

“Holy shit,” You say breathlessly. You raise your hands to take the blindfold but he stops you.

“Not yet, baby. Want to make you come first,” With that he adds another finger and watches, mesmerized, as your cunt takes his digits. The lewd sounds filling the room are enough to make him bust right then and there. He manages to pull himself together though. That is, until he gets a taste of you.

Hyunjin’s tongue slides in between your folds in one flat stripe and he groans. The groan is so deep that you feel it vibrate through your entire being. He traces figure eights across your clit and you swear you're in heaven. His tongue is euphoric and the feeling of his delighted groans are better than ecstasy.

“Hyune, please. I’m almost there.” Your fingers tug at his roots so hard you might have to apologize later. Hyunjin doesn’t seem to mind very much.

“You’re so good for me, baby. Come on, finish for me. Let me hear those pretty little symphonies of moans.” You clench around his fingers as he increases the pressure on your clit, giving you a knee buckling orgasm. You crash so hard that Hyunjin has to hold up your waist to prevent you from falling.

He chuckles and licks the insides of your thighs clean before rising to his feet and pulling you into a wet kiss, your own juices invading your tastebuds. Hyunjin finally lets you take off the blindfold after helping you sit up. The man in front of you looks so proud of himself with a lopsided grin, your release glistening on his lips.

“Happy birthday, baby.” He pulls you into another kiss and cups your jaw.

“This gonna happen every year?” You smile. Hyunjin shakes his head.

“This is gonna happen whenever you’ll let me.”

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elllisaaa · 5 months

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Omg oMg omG OMG soft dom reader never going through with punishments so he/she decides the boys need one tonight bc minsung was touching without permission and they’re both subs so she/he watches hanji desperately try to fuck minho and minho trying to jerk off and they cant keep a steady rhythm so they switch and minho is on top but it makes it worse bc minho has a small cock. so eventually reader gives in and fucks them hard making them cry and then fluffy after care 💓

omg minsung x reader is my weakness (and 2min, but i'll talk about it another time) and subby men ??? that's another weakness (yes, i have many). thank you so much for sending me this (my first ask, i'm all giggly, kicking my feet and all (don't hesitate to send more)). I hope you'll like it even if I changed some details as inspiration flooded. also, sorry for answering to this a little late, i was very busy with my no nut november serie, but a lot more is coming, don't worry. thank you for your ask anon ! enjoy !

DISCIPLINE - SUB!MINSUNG x READER

-> pairing : sub!minho x dom!fem!reader x sub!jisung

-> words count : 3.5k

-> genre : smut, established relation, threesome

-> warnings : dom/sub dynamic, threesome, poly!relationship, punishment, dirty talk, teasing, mutual masturbation, oral (f. receiving, m. implied), swearing, use of 'good boy', 'puppy', 'brat', and 'slut', degradation, face slapping, voyeurism, dry humping, masturbation, body worship, hair pulling, mommy kink, handjob, footjob, cum eating

+ the way i'm depicting minho and jisung does not represent them, it's only a work of fiction !

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | skz masterlist

You never felt the need to punish Jisung, nor Minho. Your boyfriends were always very sweet, always listening without you needing to be rough or assertive, thus there was no need to be mean. Maybe that’s why they took the liberty of touching each other even when you explicitly told them not to, maybe thinking that you wouldn’t be mad and let it go like every other time. But as soon as you entered your shared bedroom, they felt the mood shift and that you wouldn’t be as kind tonight. Maybe it was because of the stress of work, or maybe you just wanted to put them in their places for once.

“- Care to explain what both of you are doing ?”

Jisung lifted his head from Minho’s neck where he left a tone of little purple marks, his hand stopping his motion on the other boy’s cock who couldn’t help the little whine that escaped him at the loss of friction.

“- We… We were too turned on… Sorry, sorry, but we missed you too much.”

You walked fully into the room, your heels clicking on the floor as you threw your suit jacket on the chair sitting before your dressing table, the guys fumbling until they were sat at the edge of the bed while you did so, their eyes scanning every one of your moves nervously. You couldn’t lie to yourself and say that the scene didn’t make you wet. Because it had, obviously. But you weren’t one to let it slide when they disobeyed you like that.

You stopped in front of them, staring right into their souls, especially at Minho. You knew him. You knew that he was the one who had led Jisung into this. He surely had argued that you wouldn’t be this mad, that you would even be happy to have them ready for you when you’d come back home. But as you tugged his hair back, forcing him to look directly in your eyes, he felt so little, as if your aura was crushing him. It was threatening, but also hot. So hot. You were still wearing your working clothes : black high heels, black suit pants and an elegant white blouse, which was a little see-through, and they both could see your laced bra underneath. Yeah, maybe Minho had a thing for you looking like the attractive businesswoman you were.

“- That’s not a fucking excuse. I only asked you one thing. Do you remember ?”

Minho knew better than to answer without being allowed to and so did Jisung that was squirming in place, dying to have your hands on him too. You smiled down at him in a sickeningly sweet manner that didn’t presage anything good for him.

“- Good boy, you at least learned one thing. Now you can talk.”

You had grabbed his jaw in the meantime, making it difficult for him to talk but he did it anyway. He understood very well that if he wanted to cum tonight, he must follow every one of your orders very closely.

“- You told us not to touch ourselves while you were away.

- That’s right baby, and why did I say that ?

- Because you only left for three days and that you’ll be back soon.

- Looks like you remember after all.”

You squeezed his jaw harder before releasing him, turning away from him to shift your attention on Jisung instead. Even if you suspected that Minho had gaslighted him into making out, he wasn’t innocent either, always testing your patience and being a brat. It was time to put them both in their places

“- So fucking explain me why I find you doing exactly what I told you not to do ?

- I- We missed you so much, we just want-”

Jisung’s next words died into his throat, replaced by a moan when you slapped him, his head turning to the side with the violence of the impact. But you knew better than to stop at his hiss of pain - you knew he liked it, loved it even, knew that it made his dick twitch without even needing to check.

“- Don’t talk until I fucking tell you that you can, you don’t want to anger me even more, do you ?”

This time, Jisung didn’t dare let out a word, simply shaking his head from left to right, big doe eyes zeroing on your lips as you stroked the red mark you left on his cheek.

“- Good.”

You stepped back a little, taking in the lustful view of your two boyfriends, seated on your shared bed, entirely naked when you were still fully clothed, their cocks rock hard when your panties were drenched, waiting for your next command. Why didn’t you try that out before ? It gave you such a rush of adrenaline to see how much power you held over them, ideas of everything you wanted to do to them clouding your mind. You could break them in so many ways, the possibilities were endless. But for now, you just wanted to see them suffer and pay the price of their actions.

You pushed the chair you previously threw your jacket on until it was before the bed, sitting down and spreading your legs wide open. You could see Jisung drooling on your thighs, and Minho’s hands gripping the sheets to stop himself from touching his cock at the sight before his eyes. You smiled cockily at them as you unbuttoned your blouse painfully slowly, taking forever to reach the last one, exposing your chest to their hungry gazes. And as much as Jisung wished you didn’t wear a bra, he also had to admit that it fitted you perfectly, making you look like a goddess.

“- Go on.”

Both of them stared at you, confusion written all over their faces. You rolled your eyes, annoyed that they didn’t get what you implied.

“- Gosh, I really have to do all the work, dumb boys can’t even understand what I’m saying.”

Your degrading words went directly to Jisung cock, a moan threatening to escape him. He was almost ready to nob at your words, willing to agree to whatever you said as long as it meant pleasing you. He never saw you so bossy, but he already liked it. He wanted more and more of your mean words.

“- Continue to touch yourselves like the stupid little sluts you are.”

Minho threw an hesitant glance at the other boy, but in a matter of seconds, they were all over each other again, lips and tongue mingling in a heated and messy kiss, hands roaming over their body and groping everywhere they could reach. They were so desperate for more it was almost cute. Almost because the way Jisung was humping Minho’s leg as he straddled his lap was everything but cute. He looked like a dog fucking his favourite toy, tongue lolling out of his mouth as his hyung kissed down his neck, groping his ass to guide his moves against his thick thigh.

“- F-Fuck Min ! I need more…”

You bit your lips, resisting the urge to come up to them and wrap your hands around both of their pretty cocks, but seeing them whining so pathetically against each other's mouths was maybe even more satisfying.

“- Be more specific Ji. What do you want Min to do ?”

Your voice breaking the silence made them halt their grinding for a bit, but they quickly went back to it, both of them hissing at the feeling of skin to skin contact.

“- I- I want his hand wrapped around my cock… Please…”

Minho’s eyes dived into yours over Jisung's shoulder, and he swore he had never seen such determination in your gaze before. He shivered as you cocked your head to the side, your mischievous smile having him wanting more.

“- Do you think you deserved it though ? You think you deserved to have your dick touched after not listening to me ?”

Jisung turned his head toward you, tears almost spilling out of his eyes from how badly he needed to be touched. Your smirk widened as you unzipped your pants, slipping your hands between your thighs and brushing against your clit still covered by your panties. You let out the filthiest moan, just to tease them a little more.

“- No… I don’t think you’ve been good enough to earn it.

- Does this mean I have ?”

The pretentious smile on Minho’s face was soon whipped off as your gaze darkened. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Maybe he shouldn't have provoked you.

“- Does testing my patience get you going Lee Minho ? Answer.”

He gulped loudly, not even trying to hide how much your rough tone was turning him on.

“- N-No… Just want you to touch me.

- Then stop being a fucking brat for once.”

Minho only nodded his head, not daring to speak up again and risking to not feel your hands on him tonight, not when you looked so gorgeous, with your legs spread, rubbing at your wet clit while licking your lips.

“- You’re going to listen to me, and do exactly what I tell you if you even want to see my hands coming near your cocks. Understood ?”

Both of them silently responded, not wanting to further anger you.

“- Great. Ji, get off of him and sit down. Min, down on your knees.”

They shuffled quickly, moving into the exact position you wanted them to be, Minho staring at Jisung’s hard cock while the second was focusing on you, panting heavily and waiting for your next order. But it seemed like the older one couldn’t resist the urge to lick along the younger length, taking pride in the loud whine he let out.

“- Close your mouth, slut.”

Minho did as you told immediately, fighting with his self-control to not touch either Jisung or himself. But he wanted to, badly. He needed it.

“- Touch him, but no sucking or you’re not cumming.”

A small “yes'' left his mouth before he wrapped his hand around Jisung’s cock, watching him as he threw his head back and grabbed the older’s hair, another moan slipping past his lips. As Minho got to admire his boyfriend sinking down into pleasure, the latest got to contemplate the heavenly sight of your panties pushed to the side, fingers slowly working your wet cunt open.

“- Finally listening to me. Doesn’t it feel so much better than disobeying ?”

Both of them moaned in response once again, and your smile widened at the sound, your fingers reaching deeper inside of you and making you release a noise too. Seeing them giving in to you was the quickest way to get you relaxed after this stressful work trip.

“- Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’ve been good Min, you can touch yourself now.”

He didn’t let your words go to waste, immediately wrapping his other hand around his aching cock, whimpering at the feeling, pleasure and relief rushing through his veins.

“- S-Shit ! Feels so good…

- Is that so ?

- Y-Yes ! Would feel better if it was yours though…”

You let out a huff, and Minho could feel your disappointed gaze on him, but what he was even more focused on was how he couldn’t help but moan at seeing one more drop of Jisung’s precum hit the floor - such a waste they were not dripping down his throat. Jisung who didn’t care about your conversation by the way, as long as he got someone touching his cock.

“- I’m being kind and you still find a way to complain ? Do you really want me to punish you ?

- No, no, no, no ! I promise I can be good !

- Then come over here and show me. Prove me that you’re a good puppy.”

Minho never felt so turned on in his entire life, so he didn’t think twice before abandoning a whiny Jisung behind him as he crawled to you, sitting back on his heels between your legs, looking expectantly at you, silently asking you for permission to finally touch you.

“- Go on.

- Thank you… thank you…”

You smiled down at him as he slowly took off your heels one after another, then slid down your pants to get a better view of your soaked white laced panties that he got rid off just as quickly. Maybe that having mens at your feet was your biggest kink after all because you’ve never been this wet before. Minho squeezed your thighs before he placed a kiss on your left ankle, slowly leaving a wet trail behind him as he got higher on your legs, sometimes sucking a little harshly on your skin. When he got to your inner thigh, he left a noticeable purple mark, his moans answering yours as you tugged on his hair. He was ready to do the same with your other leg but you yanked him roughly by his hair, inching his face closer to your pussy, his nose almost brushing against your clit. Minho was surrounded by the intoxicating scent of your arousal, his mouth watering at the memory of your taste.

“- Haven’t I made it clear ? Eat me out.”

Minho immediately licked a strip of your wet folds, whining as your delicious essence filled up his senses. His nails were digging into your thighs, but you didn’t mind the slight pain, just as he didn't mind how roughly you were pulling his hair - in fact, you both loved it. You threw your head back when Minho sucked on your clit then pushed his tongue into you slightly, all the noises he made created a delicious vibration against your core that had you release one or two whimpers. But your focus shifted to Jisung when you heard him whine as he squirmed in place, desperate to get touched too. You smiled widely, seeing how tightly he fisted the sheets to keep his hands for himself, thrusting up in the air.

“- Have you been a good boy too Ji ?”

He lifted his head quickly, his teary eyes diving into yours as he nodded his head fervently.

“- Yes ! Yes ! I’ve been so good mommy ! Didn’t touch myself, I promise !

- Good job baby. Time for mommy to reward you hm ?”

Jisung closed his eyes, thinking that he could cum just from your deep, raspy voice praising him. He certainly would have, if you didn’t offer him something even more appealing.

“- Oh my god, yes please ! I need you so bad, please…

- Then come here.”

Just like his hyung before, he didn’t waste a second and almost ran to where you were seated, with Minho still eating you out as if he was a man starved, trying to ignore how painfully hard is dick was. You beckoned Jisung to come closer, until he was standing beside you and you could wrap your hand around his pretty cock. The loud moan that escaped him as you did so only made you smile again, loving to see tears spilling out of his eyes and rolling down his puffy cheeks. Having men crying from only your touch was maybe your second biggest kink.

“- Aah ! Thank you ! Thank you mommy, f-feels so good…”

And having men calling you mommy was the third, without any doubt. However, your smirk was wiped out of your face when Minho buried one of his fingers inside your cunt, a moan leaving you instead. You knew him by heart ; he was jealous of the attention you were giving to Jisung and not him. You scratched his scalp lightly, another muffled sound coming out from him. He couldn’t put up an attitude with you, becoming putty in your hands every time they landed on him in any way.

“- Yeah ? Feels good Ji ?”

The boy only answered you with a high-pitched moan, one of his hands gripping your breast, just needing something to ground himself in reality. Because you were making him crazy, he was losing his mind over you and how good your touch felt. No coherent thoughts were crossing his brain anymore, the only one invading all his senses being you.

“- So fucked out and you didn’t even put your dick in me…”

You knew Jisung could and would fuck you good, so good when you’ll let him. But for now, having him leaking precum from only your hand and the view of Minho devouring your cunt was enough to bring him close to the edge. It was also very tempting to put him in your mouth, but the man between your thighs was going feral, bringing you close to the edge. He added a second finger, stretching you out just like you loved, licking all the juices that were leaking out of your cunt. He needed more, more and more of your arousal. But he also needed you to touch him, whatever it was, he needed it. Minho lifted his head, his glossy eyes diving in your lust filled ones, his chin and lips covered in your essence.

“- Can you touch me, please ? I’ve been good for you…”

His hands were squeezing your thighs hard while your own, which wasn’t busy jerking Jisung off, came down to stroke his cheek. Minho sighed in relief to the feeling, leaning even more in your touch.

“- Mmh… It’s true, you’ve been such a good boy for me, eating me out and not complaining, and you’re even begging me… But aren’t you forgetting something baby ?”

His face was already flushed and hot, but at the thought of the words only, he felt his cheeks grow warmer. Jisung never felt any shame in calling you that, but it still got Minho all shy, and it was the very reason why you asked him to do it. Because you loved to see him like that : on his knees for you, totally giving in to you.

“- Please mommy… Touch me…”

The smile stretching your lips was worth it, and even more when he felt your foot caressing his thigh, reaching higher and higher until you pressed lightly against his cock. And the sinful moan Minho let out ravished your ears. Without you needing to ask this time, he dived back into your cunt, and it was your turn to moan loudly, your foot moving deliciously against Minho’s length and your hand still squeezing Jisung’s cock. The three of you were working in sync, your whimpers and whines mixing to create a filthy symphony.

Jisung was the first to cum, letting out a broken cry of your name as he did so, the sticky substance landing on your cheek and lips. You continued to squeeze his cock, milking him dry and slightly overstimulating him as he was still very sensitive. And seeing him in such a state of desperation paired with Minho’s skilled tongue and fingers pushed you over the edge too. You unconsciously pressed your foot harder against his cock, making him whimper louder, and you felt it twitch before his release was covering your skin just a moment after.

All of you needed several minutes to come down from your highs, the only sound being your heavy breathings. When you regained enough consciousness to open your eyes again, it was to be struck by the vision of your two boyfriend’s fucked out faces, still in their own little worlds. A mischievous smile blossomed on your face, because you were certainly not finished torturing them now that you discovered how pliant they could be. So you nudged Minho’s face that was still resting against your thigh, getting him to lift his head and look at you with the softest eyes and you almost felt guilty for what you were going to do - almost being the key word.

“- You made a mess baby, didn’t you ?”

Simply looking down at your feet covered in his cum made him hard again. Minho only answered your question with a shaky “yes”.

“- Then you’re gonna clean it up. Lick it off.”

Without uttering a word, Minho grabbed your ankle to bring your feet to his mouth and he didn’t hesitate to eat his own cum, under Jisung’s intense gaze, who seemed completely out of it. However, all you needed to get his attention back was to point at your cheek that was also covered in cum. In the blink of an eye, he was greedily licking it off of you, and you couldn’t have felt better than with your two men all over you - and it was only the start.

As you layed in bed between Minho and Jisung, you finally felt at peace for the first time since the beginning of this stressful week. You pecked Minho’s forehead and Jisung’s nose before snuggling even closer to them, if that was even possible.

“- I’m sorry for being so rude, I hope it wasn’t too much.”

Jisung chuckled, his fingers coming down to trace random patterns on the exposed skin of your shoulders.

“- Don’t worry baby, we would have let you know if it was.”

Minho nobbed at the other boy's words, not lifting his head from where it was nuzzled in your neck.

“- It was really good actually.”

The warmth radiating from his face was enough of a hint for you to know that he was blushing again, making you smile softly as you closed your eyes, ready to drift to sleep.

“- I missed you even if you’re two little brats.”

And something was telling you that now that they had a taste of your dominant side, they would test your limits even more.

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hyuuukais · 6 months

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚your song (1.6k)

->♡idol!han jisung x fem reader

->♡pov: u fall in love with han jisung

->♡warnings: 1 kind of suggestive comment

it's a little bit funny, this feeling inside

never in your life had you fallen in love. of course, you knew love, you knew her well. love surrounded you in almost every way possible; you knew her like the back of your hand. but romance? fireworks? falling so deep you're drowning in it?

you can't say you're familiar with the feeling.

so when you get this tingling in your fingers as they brush against his arm accidentally, causing you both to look up and blush, you indulge in the foreign feeling. lightheaded, nervous, giddy.

"hi, i'm jisung-" his smile slightly falters as you pull your hand away. "you're felix's friend, right?"

i know it's not much, but it's the best i can do. my gift is my song and this one's for you

overworked, overtired, a cup of hot chocolate turned cold long ago the only thing in your system.

as if he sensed your stress from across the globe, your phone lit up with an incoming call. you debate getting up to grab your phone which is across the room charging on a small table. seeing the contact name decided for you; hanji.

"hello?"

"hey baby," the nickname he'd adopted for you makes your heart swell when he speaks. "you okay?"

"um, yeah, i guess so."

"you don't sound very convincing."

you sigh, giving in and confessing that your workload had been crazy lately. something about him made you want to tell all your deepest secrets, stripping yourself down to the bone for him to see.

"i know i can't do much from here, i wish i could." there's a pause. "what time is it for you?"

"...three am."

"three? y/n i- you!" his reaction makes you laugh. "okay. okay, listen. you, me on the phone, your bed, right now."

"i'm sorry, what?"

"not like that!" he says, a bit too loudly. "i meant like, you go to bed and i stay on the line. i could sing you to sleep."

a blush creeps up your neck, your cheeks, your ears. you agree, of course, and hurry off to bed, you can finish your work last minute in the morning. hearing the one and only han jisung sing to you personally? well, that was an offer you couldn't pass up. little did you know he would do it any time you asked.

his voice comes over the phone softly, and you can even hear him pick at guitar strings. you don't recognize the tune; something new, he said, something i've been working on for y- um, just something, haha. it doesn't take long for sleep to take you, and when you wake, he's hung up. of course he has, he has things to do too. a part of you wishes he'd stayed overnight. there's a text, a simple good morning i hope you slept well!! did you dream of me? :P, and your heart flutters.

and you can tell everybody that this is your song

"y/n hurry up or i'm gonna eat all your birthday cake myself!"

you had just finished getting ready to leave, picking out a green skirt to compliment the shirt jisung wore. you didn't know where you were going, only that one, you were meeting the boys there and two, he wanted to match. green looked so good on him, you couldn't help but stare when he first came into your little apartment.

over the past year, you'd grown closer to him, and one thing he couldn't wait to do was to celebrate your birthday. jisung brought it up multiple times, especially during the last few months, all of the things he wanted to do with you, experience with you. at this point he was almost challenging felix's best friend position.

"oh my god, you look gorgeous." his eyes widen as you step out. "you're joking right? like, you're actually joking? i get to spend my life with someone as beautiful as you-"

now your eyes widen, but it was like jisung hadn't even noticed what he said. he takes your hand in his, making you do a spin; you laugh freely and feel yourself become you in his presence. no one made you feel the way han jisung did.

you were slowly coming to terms with that.

"have i ever told you how much i love you?" jisung wraps his arms around your waist, playfully nuzzling into your neck. anyone looking in would think you were together. "because i love you a lot. shoutout to lix for losing you at that party, 'cause i don't know if he'd have introduced us. keeping you to himself."

he hums a now familiar tune, the song he refuses to tell you about. anytime you bring it up, he shies away, it's nothing, just work. the notes vibrate into your neck. this moment, it's engraving itself into your mind. the intimacy, safety, love.

a moment passes, he moves away from your neck. your faces are dangerously close. his eyes bore into yours, heat radiating off his body. the movement is slight, jisung moving in closer, lips parted.

a knock reminds you of where you are, who you're with, where you're supposed to be going. you break apart.

"i forgot felix was coming here," jisung pouts, leaving to get the door, heart beating just as fast a your own.

i hope you don't mind, i hope you don't mind that i put down in words...

the day finally comes where jisung shows you the lyrics to the song he's been writing. there's not a lot so far, being busy with the tour and all, but enough to feel a deep sadness lie in the pit of your stomach; it's a love song.

"it's... it's beautiful ji," you blink back tears, not wanting him to see. "whoever you wrote this for... they're very lucky."

"if anyone's lucky it's me," he says with a sigh. your back is turned to him, so you don't see the hearts in his eyes, don't feel the way his heart skips a beat when you lean back into him, back against his chest. "she makes me feel... like i could do anything."

he presses a kiss to your temple, and the tears well again.

"she doesn't even realize what she does to me," he says, tone serious. "or how amazing she is, how smart she is. she's a super hard worker, almost too hard, and that's coming from me," he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "and her laugh? god, her laugh. you know, i thought i was annoying y- um, her, until she laughed so hard chocolate milk came out of her nose because of some stupid joke i made."

no way, you think, he doesn't mean-

...how wonderful life is while you're in the world

but he did.

that night, you didn't confess, just simply looked at him, eyes understanding. nothing happened, not physically at least, both still too scared to make a move even with the unsaid confession hanging heavy in the air, but something changed.

you were closer than ever, limbs entangled during movie nights, countless "friend dates", endless teasing from the others more persistent. the universe was pushing you together; why was it all so scary? although you were sure he felt the same, you couldn't act upon it. what about the media? and if not that, what about your conflicting schedules? a text pulled you away from those thoughts.

hannie bby - new song up soon !!!!!! ur gonna listen right??

y/n - nah. don't feel like it

hannie bby - WHAT

hannie bby - i mean i guess if you don't want to that's fine you don't have to. it meant a lot to me though but i understand

y/n - i was joking !!!!!

hannie bby - don't scare me like that

y/n - i have yt open rn. just waiting for the countdown

hannie bby - :)

hannie bby - i wasn't going to say until after

hannie bby - but this song is inspired by you

even more curious now, you wait anxiously for the video to start. 3.. 2.. 1.. it plays. it's slow at first, an extremely familiar tune playing in your ears. the lyrics are about love and fear; the fear of love. by the end your eyes have grown watery, almost missing jisungs incoming call.

"what did you think?"

the tears fall. "come over."

within twenty minutes, there's a knock on your door. he stares at your wet cheeks when you open the door, his hands on your face in an instant. warmth, connection. jisung kicks the door shut as you back up into your humble apartment, your arms around his neck. no words are said as he turns you around, hands slowly finding their way down to your waist, your back against the now closed door. your faces are close, breath intermingling.

"kiss me."

and he does.

he does and kissing him is an explosion.

his lips are soft, careful, gentle, grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly. your fingers find their way into his hair, lost in the feeling of him against you, chest to chest. when he pulls away, it's brief, you pulling him back more fiercely than intended. a surge of confidence, his tongue brushes against your bottom lip. you let him in, teeth knocking into each other. another heated moment passes before you pull away again, catching your breath. your lips are swollen, pink, his matching and eyes blown out.

"i take it you liked the song?"

"loved it."

he breathes out a laugh, hand caressing your cheek lightly, corner of his mouth twitching upward in a smirk. it doesn't last long. jisung clears his throat, looking down. his hands take yours.

"if i said i loved you-"

"say it," you take a hand away to lift his chin up.

his eyes meet yours. "i love you. ever since we met, i've loved you."

"i love you too," you smile. "more than words can describe."

he leans in again.

-> notes ♡ birthday gift for my love @tfshouldidohere bc i can't see u physically. i love u so much. like so much. like an insane amount you have no idea. i really hope you enjoyed this :3 have THE best birthday ever, i love you i love you i love you <333 💙💗🤎💙💗🤎💙💗🤎💙💗🤎💙💗🤎💙💗🤎💙💗🤎💙💗🤎

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blossomwritesthings · 6 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭

pairing: jisung x fem!reader x male oc (afab)

genre: producer!jisung/hairstylist!reader. badboy!jisung. enemies to lovers. twin dynamic. cheating/infidelity au. some angst. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. thematic elements. just a tad bit of angst in this, but mainly, it's just degenerate shit. cheating is a big part of this. smut warnings below cut!!

word count: 4.1k

summary: the han twins are infamous in south korea for being the #1 duo in the country, with han jisoon gifted in rapping and han jisung in producing. jisoon is the best man a girl could ever ask for- and a wonderful boyfriend. it's just too bad that jisung is the one you truly want out of the two brothers.

18+ warnings: unprotected sex (keep it safe, my friends). kindaa jealousy sex. harddom!jisung. cheating sex. sub!reader. fingering. dom/sub undertones. degradation (slut, whore, etc.). manhandling kink. size kink. humiliation. dumbification. ownership/possession. jisung edges reader a bunch. overstimulation galore. lots of dirty talk. breeding kink!!. subspace. orgasm denial.

a/n: OKAY- SO !!!! 😖 I first got inspired to write this months ago just from watching this edit over and over again. 😩 originally, this was gonna be a chan fic, but I decided to change it to hanji at the last minute, so here we are lol! 😂 honestly, this is kind of an interesting premise for a longer series, so idk... if I'm feeling inspired to, I might expand on this oneshot and make another part to it... lmk if that's smth you guys would be interested in!! 🤎

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"W-We shouldn't be doing this," you gasped out, feeling the rise of your arousal flooding every part of your mind. It overtook all of your senses - forcing you to see stars, making the blood in your veins boil deliciously, casting visions of rainbows across your mind, flashes of effervescent violet and topaz coating your eyelids. "It's... it's not right."

The man between your legs was incessant in his movements, pressing your spine a little harder into the shower's cool tiled wall. One hand clamped down onto your hip, nails digging into sensitive flesh there, as he held you up, continuing to hoist your legs around his waist tightly. His other hand was busy at work between your colliding bodies, thumb drawing messy circles around your clit. It was so fucking puffy and felt like it was engulfed in a vat of flames.

"Why? Because you wanna deny that you're mine? That only I can make you feel this way, only I can fit this pussy so well?" His messy raven locks curled underneath the shower's hot steam, his entire naked form covered in a glistening sheen of suds and sweat and water. "You stay with him- with that prick, but you and I both know that he doesn't bring you to your knees like this- doesn't fuck you as well as I do."

And the worst part about it- was that you knew he was right.

Deep down, in the depths of your heart, mind, and spirit, you knew he only spoke the truth.

That's the thing that killed you the most.

The Han twins were infamous in the music industry - raising their empire of success from the ground up in the basement of their parent's house when they were just young boys in middle school. As they grew older, they only became better at their crafts - Han Jisoon with his rapping, and Han Jisung with his producing.

Soon after their 18th birthday, they made their official debut in the Seoul music scene. Instantly, their first track was a complete hit - sweeping the nation with its catchy rhythm and unique rap lines. It was unlike anything anyone had ever heard, and by the time the twins turned twenty-one, they were on track to be the biggest stars of their generation - overtaking all other duos in the industry and winning all the year-end awards.

You met Jisoon, the singer out of the duo, when you were training to become a hair colorist and he was in his late twenties. One day, a mysterious man came into your salon in Hongdae. Soon after you heard your teacher talk about who he was to some of the other stylists there - you realized that the man you would be working with was none other than the biggest star in the country at the moment.

Instantly, there was a connection between the two of you. His smiles were so warm, the way he spoke to you so soft and delicate, his laugh contagious. His happiness was infectious, and like a drug, you began to think of nothing but him. After work that day, you came home to watch all of his performances and interviews, completely captivated by his persona.

As it turns out, he decided to use your salon for his monthly appointments - and soon, after you graduated with your specialty license in hair color, you became his personal hair colorist.

It didn't take long after that until you two grew a deep connection, and then he was asking for your number before he took you out on your first date together, and the rest... was history.

Honestly, he was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. He was so fucking kind and sweet and considerate. He wasn't selfish in the least bit and always wanted the best for you. And when you told him you wanted to keep things on the down-low in regards to your relationship, he heeded your wishes. Over the three years that you two had been dating, not a single word had gotten out to the press about your relationship. Sure, his fans speculated about his relationship status, but no one ever came out with any hard evidence of his true girlfriend.

He had even met your parents during Chuseok soon after your first anniversary, much to their delight. He brought over gifts for your mother and spent time out on your father's boat fishing in the early morning even though he hated fishing and always got seasick. Your mother fell in love with him during your trip, and wouldn't stop talking about the expensive rice cakes he had brought her for that holiday season. Your father also took a keen liking to him, saying he enjoyed having a fishing partner, which was your father's way of saying that he approved of your choice of a man.

All of your friends loved Han Jisoon too. Your best friend, Ryujin, was obsessed with your relationship - and was always checking up on the two of you. She was just chomping at the bit for him to propose, and every Christmas that passed, she claimed that 'next year, he'll do it on New Year- I swear to you that he will.'

Jisoon liked to hang out with you and your friends when his schedule allowed him to, and you did the same with his large group of friends. Granted, most of his connections were either famous producers or other popular singers, but still - you liked the fact that he wasn't afraid to introduce you to the important people in his life. Because all of it made you feel important to him.

Not to mention all of the gifts he got you - sending you huge bouquets of your favorite flowers when he was away on tour, and sending you little gifts here and there 'just because.' Like the box of chocolates during a particularly shitty day of your period, or the small teddy bear that was programmed with his voice and said 'I love you,' that he bought for you during one of his promotional business trips to Taiwan.

Overall, he was the best person you had ever met. He was funny and quirky and so fucking entertaining to be around. Not to mention talented- he could write thirty lines of rap within an hour, something you never could get over even after years of knowing him. He was perpetually changing his hair color too, thanks to your help - and for the past year, he had been rocking a dusty blonde look. He also loved to dress in bright colors and wasn't one to shy away from all the new fashion trends.

So... everything must've been amazing, right?

You had a beautiful, unique boyfriend who fucking adored you and practically worshipped the ground you walked on.

So then, what was the problem?

Well, for one thing, the root of the entire bane of your existence was his twin brother, Han Jisung.

With his perpetually messy black hair, onyx eyes, and scowl he always seemed to wear no matter what. You had never seen him dressed in anything other than dark clothes - grays and blacks only.

His temperament matched his outward appearance, with his downright rude personality at times and his snide comments that were always directed towards you. He was an absolute thorn in your ass and he loved being one.

He and your boyfriend couldn't be more different from each other, and you were almost surprised when you first met him after you and Jisoon first started dating. Because... they were such stark opposites of each other it was almost comical.

But Jisoon loved his brother, despite his flaws and all, and since they had an entire career together, you were forced to share space with your boyfriend's other half. When Jisoon would invite you over to the studio late at night to listen to some of the new lyrics he had written, there Jisung was. Sitting at the desk in the recording studio, directing everything and making changes to the track... just brooding for a fight.

When he worked, Jisung was even more serious than his normal day-to-day persona; changing into this silent, man with a menacing kind of aura surrounding him as he sat behind a huge desk in their shadowy recording studio.

You'd be turned on by the sight of it all if you were dating Jisoon - his twin brother.

But as it turns out, life has a funny way of playing tricks on you...

On your mind and heart and everything you had grown accustomed to.

And before you even realized it was happening, your dynamics were changing. No longer was it you and Jisoon against Jisung. Slowly but surely, throughout your relationship, you somehow grew closer to your boyfriend's twin brother.

It started with him being a little nicer to you randomly during your visits to the recording studio, or during the luncheons you'd sometimes attend with your boyfriend and his entire crew.

Han Jisung turned out to be kind of... nice.

Despite all of his flaws and rude mannerisms.

But even so, he was still an asshole, he was still annoying most of the time and a total prick. He liked to get under your skin, and wiggle around in there - teasing you just enough to the point where you were close to blowing up at him. But he always pulled back eventually.

Almost like, he enjoyed the thought of edging you irrevocably, for years on end.

Things came to a screeching halt though, when the twins were on tour and Jisoon invited you to tag along with him to their dates in Japan. Not wanting to deny the offer since you had always wanted to visit the country, you joined him during the four days that he and Jisung would be in Tokyo.

At first, everything was going smoothly.

Their rehearsal the night before their first show went well, and you enjoyed sightseeing with your boyfriend after he was finished with preparations. After the two of you got back to your hotel, Jisoon quickly fell asleep in your shared queen-sized bed, completely exhausted from his busy schedule.

And then somehow, you had found yourself roaming the halls of the luxurious hotel, stumbling upon a small alcove in the back of the spacious place, fit with a self-serve mini bar and a few velvet-lined seats overlooking the glittering night's cityscape.

But the person who was sitting in one of those seats was the thing that surprised you the most, with his black tresses and even darker stare. He regarded you with a tilt of his head, swishing around the ice in his crystal glass that was filled with dark bourbon.

Pathetically, it only took you three drinks in.

Perhaps the red wine they served at the hotel's mini bar was more potent than the stuff you were used to in South Korea.

Or, perhaps you were just as exhausted as your boyfriend Jisoon from spending the day traveling across the city and sightseeing.

But before you knew it, you had somehow migrated onto Jisung's lap, allowing him to place his palms on your ass that was just barely covered by the mini skirt you had changed into to tour the city with Jisoon earlier that night.

"I have a boyfriend, Jisung," you had said, as the man before you leaned in a little closer to your form. Nose coming close to your exposed neck, he had breathed in a deep sigh. Your spine shuttered from how near he was to you. Nearer than the two of you had ever been before. "Jisoon- he- he loves me."

After that, Jisung looked up at you with a raised eyebrow, a dark, familiar look twirling right there in his eyes. He stared on at you in silence, before he let out a dry, humorless chuckle. "Oh please- you couldn't give a flying fuck about my brother. Especially not when you're with me..."

The moment his lips had come in contact with your skin, you melted instantly - like a bar of milk chocolate being held over the high flames of a fire. The fire ended up being him, his heat engulfing you as his mouth came around the spot between your clavicle and neck, teeth biting down there slowly, tongue darting out and licking ever so slightly.

"I've seen the way you stare- you're practically begging me to fuck you at any chance that we're together," Jisung had grunted out, his mutterings fanning against your skin and making the butterflies erupt even faster in the pit of your stomach. "Such a little whore- why have one brother when you can have two, right?"

After that, you were trying to push him away. Palms on his muscular chest, you tried to move off of his lap. But his digits just dug in harder to the supple flesh of your asscheeks, and when you moved slightly, you could feel the hardness of his middle gently hitting up into your warm center.

In the end, you couldn't deny the wetness that was slowly growing in your panties. But you could sure try your damndest to forget about it all. "I'm dating someone else, we... can't..." Your voice trailed off after that, as his mouth traced up the column of your neck, pressing light, heart-fluttering kisses against your jawline and the corner of your mouth.

"Too bad you're such a horrible fucking liar then," Jisung said in a low voice, staring into your eyes and giving you that look - the one he always leveled your way when he was officially done with your bullshit. "Too bad I can no longer ignore the wetness that's growing between your legs- ignore the way you press these cute little pussy lips together each time I make you squirm with my taunting."

In the next instant, he was pressing his mouth against yours, swallowing up your groan of surprise, quieting the moans that threatened to slip free from deep inside of you when his tongue danced against yours.

Turns out, he was right.

Without even really realizing it, you had been taunting him.

For fucking years.

With your combativeness, and playful banter. Not to mention, the long stares and shifting in your seat every time he made you feel... bothered.

He was like a powerful magnet, something you couldn't deny the pull of any longer.

Your kiss there on the chair in the hotel alcove turned into something heated and disastrous, and soon, you found yourself locked up in Han Jisung's hotel room - hands pinned against the soft downy mattress as his thick cock ripped you right open. He drew the filthiest of sounds out from the depths of your soul as he pounded into you completely raw, fucking you well into the night. He edged you for hours - just like he did in your regular lives - before bringing you over the brink of five different orgasms.

The sex with your boyfriend Jisoon was good,

but nothing could compare to the way that Jisung made you feel that night.

How filled up you had felt - completely whole in every way possible.

Usually, the sex with your boyfriend was fairly quick, very vanilla, and in the same three positions.

Meanwhile, Jisung had you in all kinds of ways that night - knees, back, stomach. You name it, he somehow coaxed you into it.

And afterward, after he finished coating every crevice and surface of your insides and outsides in his seed and sweat and saliva, Han Jisung helped to clean you up. The two of you lay side by side in his bed for a little bit, soon after he had wiped your skin clean.

No words had been spoken between the two of you then, but you just felt, that nothing had to be said. The deed had been done. You had gotten over the hardest part.

And now... there was no going back.

When you had crept back to the room you were sharing with your boyfriend and laid down beside him just as the clock was about to strike five in the morning, you realized that things were completely ruined.

Nothing would ever be the same again - because no one would ever compare...

To the way Jisung made you feel that night, and how he had made you feel over the past few years, without you even fucking realizing it.

Slowly, as you lay there underneath the covers, hair disheveled and the marks of Jisung's lips littered across your body - your legs and arms and pussy sore from his arduous, heated attention - the tears slipped out of the corners of your eyes unchecked. You stared at the back of Jisoon, your boyfriend, and cried yourself into a listless kind of sleep, void of any dreams or thoughts.

"I'm sorry, babe," you had whispered to his sloped shoulders, just before your eyes had slipped shut in finality in the early morning rays of sunlight for that day. "I'm so fucking sorry..."

Three weeks after they were finished with their Japanese leg of the tour, and back home in Seoul resting before they finished up with their encore concert in America, Jisung paid a visit to the apartment you shared with Jisoon in the heart of Gangnam. Your boyfriend was out for the day, visiting his parents for the rare break that they had in their schedules.

The moment you opened your door and saw him standing there on the step, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. But the two of you didn't have to say anything, because you already knew.

Things had been ruined the moment you stumbled upon him late at night in that hotel, all those weeks ago.

That day, you christened every surface of your apartment with your mixed essence. Every place you could imagine, Jisung fucked you on: the kitchen counter, the living room couch, the dining room table, against the front door, in the shower, on the study room's floor, and perhaps worst of all... in your very own bed. The one you had shared with your boyfriend, who was also Jisung's twin brother, for years.

The sex that day was mind-blowing and cataclysmic, as Jisung led you over the brink of so many orgasms, you lost count after the third one. By the time the two of you were finished and the sun was beginning to set, you were so deep into an odd limbo state of mind that you couldn't even form a coherent thought or sentence.

And like a thief leaving in the middle of the night, like a ghost visiting you for only a time, Jisung just kissed you goodbye, promising he'd come back soon, and left you in your apartment right before your boyfriend came back.

He left you as a pile of messy hair, weak limbs, and a murky mind, sprawled out across your bed, completely naked and littered with bite marks and violet hickies. You managed to throw a nightgown on before your boyfriend came home and saw you that night.

You were so fucking ashamed, but no matter how bad you felt about it all, you couldn't stop yourself. And apparently, Jisung couldn't either. You two were drawn to each other, for whatever reason. And no external factor - even the idea of a long-term boyfriend - was going to stop the trainwreck that you were slowly causing with your secret meetings.

Over time, the periods spent with your boyfriend's twin brother bled together into a fever dream of passion and the greatest sex you had ever experienced in your life. Any chance you could get alone with each other, with your boyfriend nowhere in sight, the two of you were fucking...

In the recording studio, during the rehearsal for a TV appearance, at the hair salon you worked at, in the bathroom during a late-night dinner with their company. And soon, you found yourself falling into a weird kind of rhythm with Han Jisung. Half of the time, you spent it with your boyfriend, Jisoon. And the other half, you spent it with Jisung... fucking and delving into each other in all different ways.

Your time spent with the other brother became so intense and all-consuming that you lost track of how long it had been since everything had started. And that's how you found yourself that specific Friday night, with your boyfriend spending the night at the studio working on a recording. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, his twin brother was between your legs.

Jisung had already taken you wholly atop the dining room table earlier that night after you had finished eating the takeout he had brought over. Once you were done chewing your orange chicken and fried rice, the dark-haired man was upon you with a vengeance - ripping off your panties and pushing you atop the wooden table. His fingers had this magic touch to them, and within just a few minutes, with a couple of practiced strokes, he always brought you over the edge in a blinding light of arousal.

After he was finished with you on the table, you two took a shower together and somehow... he ended up inside of you, once again, for the millionth time in a row.

"W-What about Jisoon..." You whined out, head bumping against the tile wall at your back with every hard thrust of Jisung up into you. His cock stretched you out so deliciously, and you ground your hips against his, loving the feel of his hand clamped down on your clit, rubbing at it with a rabid kind of heat. "He... He'll die if he finds out, Ji..."

He flashed you a swarthy, devilish kind of smirk, before he leaned into you, pressing his teeth against your shoulder and biting down on your clavicle. Tongue coming out to press against the purple spot left there, he chuckled lowly. "Oh, just shut up already- I think we're past the point of you giving a fuck about him."

And then you were clutching onto his wet locks even harder, as he drilled his cock so far deep into you, entire galaxies and other worlds flashed across your vision. Gasping out in pure bliss, you moaned out his name breathlessness, your whines getting swallowed up by the sound of the running showerhead above you.

"Yeah, that's right... moan my name, bitch," Jisung coaxed in a deep voice, his thumb drawing figure eights around your puffy clit as his cock fucked the squelching juices back into you. "We both know this - us - is never ending... either you leave that fucker, or he finds me fucking you one of these days and everything turns to shit. Your choice."

You were so fucked out, mind fuzzy with arousal and the pit of your stomach on fire from all of the feeling coursing through your system that you could barely form a coherent sentence. Even still, you managed to crack your eyes open just a tad bit to level Jisung with a serious frown. "N-No... never- don't want to ruin this..." The breath caught in the middle of your throat as the tip of his rigid cock hit that soft spot deep inside of you, making your legs shake around his waist, cunt clenching around his length.

"Then take everything, you slut- be a good little whore and take daddy's cock," Jisung commanded out in a stern tone, pounding into you incessantly and making your ass bounce back and forth against the shower wall. "Open wider for me, baby doll- wanna see this pretty pussy of yours bulging with my cock."

As always, you did what he commanded of you. Spreading your legs wider and hugging them a little closer around his hips, your head shot back against the tile of the shower wall when you felt Jisung's cock prodding into you.

He pushed down on your lower belly, feeling the way his thick cock rubbed up into you so far, he bulged out against the seams and the outline of him displayed deep inside of you. "Oh fuck- such a cute pussy... fits me so fucking well..." Jisung said in a low voice, as he rubbed a little harder against your clit with his thumb. Meanwhile, his dick was reaching all new lengths inside of you, drawing out a flurry of moans from between your lips. "J-Just a little longer... just hold on a little more, 'kay kitten?"

And in the end, you heeded his commands. All of them. You did everything he wanted, because truthfully- you couldn't help yourself. Couldn't deny him, no matter what.

Fin.

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When My Heart First Called Your Name

Summary: In the middle of the night, your daughter has a nightmare and asks for a bedtime story. Little did you know, Hanji had already promised her something far better than your imagination.

a/n: hey everyone, it's been a while! this is purely self-indulgent, like honestly. This was written for myself atp. but I do hope some of you enjoy 🤍

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: non-canon au, fem!Reader, non-binary! Hanji Zoe, not beta read at al, they get hot and heavy at the beginning but it doesn't last, I didn't put a specific name for your daughter but I have one in mind hehehe.

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Your eyes go through the same words in the book over and over again, the understanding or even the meaning of the sentences they form not truly entering your mind. You grow more annoyed with every re-read of the page and eventually, you place the book down on your lap, letting out a frustrated sigh.

The water sound that comes from the shower finally stops and the bathroom door swings open, filling the room with steam as the naked image of your partner emerges from it. Their body is wrapped in a black towel while a white one goes through their hair, scrunching up all the water out of their brown curls. They aren’t quite able to see without their glasses, but they don’t need them to realize you seem aggravated.

“Same problem as last night,” Hanji asks, walking around the bed so they stand by your side. You nod, using both of your hands to rub your face, a defeated sigh leaving your lips as the sound of their giggles fills the air. “It’s ok, maybe tomorrow you’ll finally be able to finish this chapter?”

You roll your eyes, “Shut up.” and as you attempt to push them, Hanji grabs hold of your arm, gently pulling you towards them. You can feel the warm sensation taking over your cheeks as you blush, their lips ghosting above yours before your bodies lace together in a delicate kiss.

Your hands go through their face, appreciating the softness that now comes in contact with your fingers, the smell of their clean body enters your nose and it sends your heart ablaze. You can’t help but hum against their lips, the taste of the mouthwash dominating your taste buds as you allow them to take complete control of the situation.

Slowly, Hanji sits on the edge of the bed, pulling you on top of their body. You wrap your arms around their neck and your legs around their waist, your lips never ceasing to touch as your tongues continue to dance in perfect synchrony. Their right hand begins to carefully make its way under your shirt, gliding through your abdomen like it has known this path all along.

Your hips buck against theirs and you notice the goosebumps that rise throughout their body. An amused giggle leaves your throat and they can’t help but grunt in response, knowing you are only doing so to get any sort of reaction you can, they silently claim not to be happy, but you know otherwise.

Before the situation can go any further, you hear small footsteps approaching the room, the faintest knock on the door as a quiet voice whispers from the other side, “Mommy?” In a split second, you hop off Hanji’s lap and begin making your way to the door as they rummage through the closet to find a new shirt to wear.

“Yes, my love?” You ask, making eye contact with the sleepy three-year-old that stands on the other side, her eyes barely open as she holds her teddy bear close to her body, except she nearly drops it when she raises her arms, hoping to be picked up. You oblige, bringing her inside the room, “you should be in bed.”

Her eyes are trying to adjust to the brightness of the TV and you finally notice the mark of the tears that recently streamed down her face. She nuzzles her head against your chest, pouting ever so lightly as she whispers, “I had a bad dream.”

You begin to touch her hair gently, laying her down in the space between your side of the bed and Hanji’s, her little eyes following your spouse’s every move as she eagerly awaits for them to join the both of you under the sheets. Once they’re properly dressed, Hanji nearly comes running towards their family, eager to nuzzle themselves against the two of you.

“I hear you had a bad dream,” they say, whispering as they adjust the covers above your bodies. The little girl nods, hugging her stuffed animal tightly closer to her body. In response, both you and Hanji wrap your arms around her small body, leaving just the perfect amount of space for her to perfectly settle herself in, “would you like to talk about it?”

She shakes her little head in response, snuggling herself in between the two of you. “Would you tell me a story?” Her little voice is barely audible and it cracks in between a few words, a clear sign of how tired she is and how much she wants to go to bed, but is unable to.

“Sure, my love,” you respond, using your index finger to brush a strand of hair off of her face, “what kind of story would you like to hear tonight? Maybe Mama and I can keep the story about the little princess going and maybe tonight we’ll find out if she made friends with the dragon that guards her tower or not.”

You can hear a faint little giggle, closely followed by a yawn. She shakes her head, “No, I want Mama to tell me the special story I was promised.”

Even in the dark, you can tell that Hanji’s face is blushing. A puzzled expression takes over your face, not truly understanding what this mystery story is all about until your partner decides to break the silence, “Why not another time? Maybe when… mommy is at work?”

You look at them with a curious expression. You were always under the impression that Hanji was completely honest with you about things that go around at home while you are gone but, for some reason, you have a feeling that that hasn’t been the case lately, especially in this scenario. The young girl shakes her head once more.

“Mama, you promised,” she whines.

“Yeah, mama,” you join in, poking out your bottom lip as you wrap your arms around your daughter’s shoulders, “you promised!”

A defeated sigh escapes Hanji’s lips, their eye roll not going by unnoticed, but nevertheless, they settle under the covers, making sure their hand is touching your hair gently so they can play with the strands while telling their secret story. You make sure to adjust yourself, one arm supporting your head on the pillow while the other wraps around your daughter and Hanji, pulling both of them as close as possible.

With a deep breath, they turn off the lights, “you have to close your eyes for this one,” they say quietly, their voice barely louder than a whisper. You aren’t quite sure who they are talking to, so you make sure your daughter’s eyes are closed before shutting your own, the last thing you see is Hanji’s silhouette shifting on the bed.

“It was the middle of winter, one of the worst snowstorms I’ve ever seen in my entire life,” their voice is soothing and filled with a warm sensation, it is enough to awaken the butterflies that had finally settled down in your stomach from your interaction from earlier that night, “you weren’t even in your mommy’s belly yet, in fact, I don’t even think I had plucked you up yet, you were still flying around in a cloud, just waiting for the perfect moment where I would come get you.”

You can hear the faint sound of your child’s giggle as Hanji’s hand pokes her little belly. She’s still wiggling around, partially trying to escape your spouse’s tickle attacks and partially trying her best to find the most comfortable position but with no success.

“Anyway, the power was out and we decided to sleep next to the fireplace, under a massive pile of blankets. It was nice, we roasted some marshmallows for dinner and -”

“But you said I’m not allowed to have candy for dinner!” The sleepy voice comes from between the two of you. You can’t help but giggle in response, your eyes still closed as you place a gentle kiss on top of her little head. Hanji’s fingers still dangle in your hair, a smile stamped on your face the entire time.

“And you aren’t,” they responded with a smile of their own, “we ended up throwing up because we also drank hot chocolate!”

“Don’t tell her that!” You gently slap their arm playfully and they laugh, from the sounds they are making, you can tell they are pretending to be offended. Instead of continuing your fake argument, they continue their story, though you aren’t quite sure why this is the story they are telling.

“We ended up falling fast asleep as soon as we started feeling a little better. In the middle of the night, a really loud and scary sound came crashing down around the house and I remember waking up crying. I wasn’t sure where I was or what was happening. It was dark and…” their voice grew a bit quieter and a bit shaky, just ever so slightly that you would not notice if you hadn’t been together for this long, “it brought back some bad memories about some bad times.”

You reach one hand out to touch their arm, stroking the skin with your nails with just enough pressure not to tickle but not enough that it would hurt them. They let out a small sigh, their eyes closed shut in an attempt to shield their mind from the horrible memories that try to pry into their head. In response, your daughter nuzzles herself against Hanji’s chest, her little eyes closed as she silently comforts her parent.

“It’s ok,” you whisper, your fingers brushing against the skin of their cheek gently, noticing how they seem to be fighting off a few tears. Your voice is quiet and soothing as you look for any words that might come in handy in this situation but when nothing comes to mind, you simply offer them a way out, “you don’t have to keep going, she’s already half asleep.”

“I want to,” they say, placing a kiss on your fingertips and you nod, squeezing their arm softly to let them know that you are not going anywhere. With a deep breath, Hanji continues to tell their story. “My heart was beating so fast I felt like it was about to try and run away from my chest, the power was still out and the cold somehow got worse throughout the night, all I could feel was this horrible feeling in my stomach.”

They fall silent for a tiny bit, checking if your daughter is still awake or not, and, in response, they receive a little nudge from the young girl, her voice faltering as it comes out, “more,” that is all she can say. The two of you can’t help but laugh quietly, knowing that there was no denying your little princess anything her heart desired.

“I was crying for a few seconds until your mother woke up. I remember that she asked me what was wrong and when I couldn’t even talk, she just wrapped her arms around me. She hugged me so tightly that it felt like air wasn’t getting in my lungs but, in that moment, that was all I needed.”

You can feel your face burning up with embarrassment, the memory of that night makes your heart skip a beat as the details are coming back to your mind. It was just an ordinary night for you, one where you helped the person you love as they went through something that wasn’t their fault, so why is this the bedtime story your child wanted to hear?

“Even without knowing what was going on or why I was crying so hard in the middle of the night, she made sure to whisper in my ear that she would be with me no matter what time of day it was, she kept touching my arm in some way throughout the night and, if I’m not wrong, she even sang me to sleep,” they giggle and your face feels like it is heating up from embarrassment.

You want to say something in return, to maybe give some extra details into the memory but their voice is so gentle that the words immediately die in your throat. They continue to speak after a few seconds.

“She never asked me what I needed, she just… knew,” you can feel their eyes on you, even in the dark and you can’t help but look away for a second before feeling their fingers brushing against your face, a silent request to get you to look back at them. You comply with a sigh. “I’ve never had anyone just know what I needed like she did that night, and still does.”

By the time they finish speaking, you can hear the faint breathing of your child in between the two of you and you offer Hanji a smile, placing a strand of your daughter’s hair behind her ear. As you are about to tell your partner that you want to take her to bed, they already beat you to it.

Slowly, you watch as they wrap their arms around her small body, lifting her off the bed as gently as they possibly can. The path to her room was not very long so you found yourself walking in front of Hanji while opening the doors for them, it’s a small gesture but it does not go unnoticed.

Finally, the three of you walk past the door with the pink flower print, making your way into the comforting shade of yellow walls. For some reason, the night light that was once connected to the wall now finds itself on the floor and the two of you suspect that maybe your daughter accidentally unplugged it when moving around her bed, maybe that is the reason why she woke up crying this night and wasn’t able to go back to sleep by herself.

Carefully, they make sure to lay the little girl down on her bed, placing her stuffed animal right next to her on her pillow before tucking the two of them in, placing a small kiss on her forehead and one on the stuffed animal’s just for good luck. You can’t help but giggle in response, it was a ritual that you had developed since the day she was born.

“What was that all about? What even was her request?” You ask quietly as you stand against the doorframe, watching Hanji as they make sure the nightlight is completely plugged into the wall. As they walk past you, they wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you close.

“Well,” the blush on their face is clear as day, even in the darkness that engulfs the hallway, in response to their motion, you wrap your arms around their neck, “she asked me when I knew.” When you offer them a confused look in return, they continue, “That I loved you.”

Their response catches you by surprise and you can’t help but laugh quietly in response, your hands going through their hair before messing up their locks, well, at least making them look even messier than before. Your heart beats quickly in your chest and the butterflies who visited your stomach earlier return once more.

“Oh?” You ask teasingly, a smile stamped on your face like a child on Christmas morning, “That’s when you knew that you loved me?”

In response, with a smile of their own, Hanji nods, their fingers digging into the skin of your hips while their lips meet yours for a quick kiss. “You were always meant to be mine.”

“Always and forever?” You ask, placing your forehead against theirs.

In a hushed voice, barely louder than a whisper, they respond with the same intensity as if they had just screamed it at the top of their longs,

“Always and forever.”

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