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frenchkisstheabyss · 8 months
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♡ SKZ Members Who'd Love Sleeping On Your Belly ♡
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♡ All of the love to @skz-story-request-always-open for asking me to do this adorably fluffy request ♡
While I'm sure any of our OT8 cuties would love cuddling up to a soft belly, these are the four who I think would be in absolute heaven if you let them do it.
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♡ Felix ♡
You let him fall asleep on your belly once and he's refused to do anything else since. At this point, if you even joke about not letting him do it you'll break his heart
Seriously, you can offer him the fluffiest of pillows and he won't touch them because nothing's more comfy than dozing off on you with his favorite song or show in the background
It's never unexpected when he lays on you because he tends to come running at you full force with his arms open and his face lit up, making cute little noises that let you know it's time for cuddles
As much as he enjoys your softness, what really makes it special to him is the closeness and vulnerability he feels when he's curled up against you with your arm around his neck, fingers playing with his hair as sleep takes him
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♡ Bang Chan ♡
His reputation as someone who rarely sleeps is unshakable at this point, insomnia's basically a part of his lore, but he's out like a light the second his cheek meets your belly
Something that always gets him is when you come up beside him while he's working and stroke his cheek, letting him lean his head on you. As someone who's responsible for taking care of so many people, it's nice when it's his turn to be cared for
He can, will, and has fallen asleep in the sitting position because you're so comfy, and having you in his presence is incredibly peaceful for him, quieting the thoughts swirling around in his mind
Nothing's cuter than the look on his face when you wake him up enough to make it to the bed or couch where he can truly settle in, interlocking his body with yours so that you can't go anywhere
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♡ Binnie ♡
This man's obsession with sleeping on your belly is the precise reason why you wake up with random body aches some days
He doesn't care where you are, what you're doing, or what time of day it is. If he feels himself nodding off, he has to find a way to get you into any position necessary for him to get to it
Clearly, he's not particular about if you guys are bent sideways to make it happen but he does have preferences when it comes to what you wear. His favorite thing to see you in is a t-shirt because it means his hands get easier access to squishing your belly
There's nothing remotely sexual about his habit of slipping his hand under your shirt to play with your belly. It's relaxing for him. It also helps that you giggle when he does it a certain way. He could never get tired of that
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♡ Han ♡
He never gets a better night's rest than when he's using your belly as a pillow but going to sleep's rarely, if ever, what he had in mind when he first laid down
It's a good thing though because, with all of the energy he has, he can start to feel burnt out at times and he always knows he can come to you as a safe space to restore his energy since you don't really want anything from him other than, well, him
Even though it's technically your stomach he goes feral if anyone tries to peel him away from you. You're his baby and he's gonna cling to you for dear life for as long as he can
His belly might not be as soft as yours but he constantly insists that you lay on him too so that he can hold you and sing you to sleep, watching over you to make sure you sleep as peacefully as he does
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hanjsquokka · 2 months
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MILF Next Door - [ Han Jisung ]
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🐿 SYNOPSIS : Jisung gets a new neighbor and he's completely head over heels. Love at first sight — in his opinion. And he's not going to let an adorable three year old get in the way of true love.
GENRE : strangers to potential lovers, light fluff, smut
PAIRING : neighbor! jisung × fem! single mom reader
CONTENT WARNING : perv! jisung, jisung is a simp and he's horny, mature language, mentions divorce (not between jisung and reader), single parenting, (smut warnings under the cut)
WORD COUNT : 4.5K
AUTHOR'S NOTE : this is just trash tbh but here we go
minors dni. if you click read, you agree to nsfw content
SMUT WARNING : sub leaning jisung, slightly dom reader, oral (m receiving), riding, nicknames (good boy, baby, etc.), jisung has thing for moms, orgasm denial, piv, unprotected sex (pls don't do this)
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Jisung was curious — to say the least. He was working on producing a song for his friend Changbin (honestly one of the best rappers Jisung had ever met) when he heard loud thumps from the corridor outside and the apartment next door. He heard a lot of shuffling — thanks to the wonderfully thin walls, and it was safe to say that he had gotten a new neighbor. He'd been trying to get a peek at them, in a completely friendly way obviously, but they seemed really private or they went out a lot. He was just about to assume that it was probably another working adult when one day, he was on the balcony in the morning for some fresh air. He'd been working the whole night and desperately needed to inhale something that wasn't carbon dioxide.
Which was when he spotted... you. You were putting some pots in your balcony, maybe for a few plants. Who was this beauty and why have I never seen her before? You looked pretty. Far too pretty for Jisung to stop staring at you like a literal creep. Thankfully the microwave started beeping loudly, so he had to go back inside and save his re-heated dinner from going cold. When he went back out again, you were gone. All that was left, were a few empty pots and packets of seeds.
I have to see her again.
Jisung not to secretly tried to get another look at his new neighbor, trying to determine when you would go out so he could casually bump into you and say hi. It was highly unlikely you were still single — who would not fall for a pretty girl like that? But he had to try.
After a week, he gave up. Maybe you just wanted to be left alone. He was returning home late one day, tired from his long day at the recording studio with Changbin who was not satisfied even after twenty retakes of the same verse. He was so tired, his vision was blurry and he bumped his foot loudly against the door. "Shit!" He cursed, wincing as he tried to step back. He was just about done with everything when the door next door opened, revealing the insanely pretty girl with concern masking your features. You were wearing pajamas, some part of his brain noted, pajamas with squirrels on them. Why did that make make him feel things?
Great going Jisung. Amazing first impression.
"Sorry, I heard some loud noises — are you okay?" You asked. You pushed away the hair covering your eyes. He took in more of your features. Your wispy bangs, your almost black eyes, your nose, the pink in your cheeks and your lips. Oh god. He could feel all sorts of wild thoughts running through his mind. Most of which were not child friendly.
Jisung couldn't look away. "Yeah. Yeah I'm good. Thank you." He said, mustering a smile to match the one forming on your face. I'm doomed. "You're new... right? I'm Jisung. Han Jisung." Nice save dork.
"Y/n. I've been meaning to introduce myself. I've just been busy and —"
You never had time to finish your sentence because a kid appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes and clinging onto your leg. What the — "Mama..."
"Sorry baby, did I wake you up?" You asked softly, picking up the kid in your arms. Jisung's heart was plummeting. No way. No fucking way — "I was just saying to the nice man next door. Say hi." The little boy waved cutely.
Jisung returned the gesture, too stunned to speak. "Is he your...."
"Huh? Yeah —" Your face broke into another huge grin. "This is my son, Sunghwan." The sleepy kid perked up at the mention of his name before starting to doze off again on your shoulder. "I should put him back to sleep. It was nice meeting you Jisung." You bowed and went back inside your house, closing the door behind her, leaving Jisung in a state of utter shock and confusion.
The pretty (sexy) girl next door was not only taken, but you were married and had a kid. Why did the universe like toying with his heart so much? Jisung went inside his own house, closing the door with a grumpy face. He really got too ahead of himself, didn't he?
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A few days later, he ran into the pretty married girl with an adorable kid at the supermarket. Well — he ran into your adorable kid first. Jisung was piling up on snacks since he needed the sugar, when he spotted a small child trying to hold onto candy bars and grab more from the shelves. Upon getting a closer look, he noticed it was the kid from next door! He couldn't just leave the little boy, now could he? Not when he knew him. He had to take responsibility as a neighbor and a decent dude to bring him back to his mom.
So he approached the kid. "Hey little guy, where's your mom?" He asked, crouching down to his height. He really was cute (just like his mom).
"She buying vegetables. Bleh." The kid made a disgusted face, making Jisung laugh.
"You don't like vegetables?"
"No. They gross. I like candy!" He said excitedly, holding up the goodies that he piled in his small hands.
"Okay then, what about your dad?"
"Dada sees me every Fri-day.” He said carefully. “Only Mama here.” He looked around in confusion. “Mama?”
Jisung was still caught on the sentence about his dad. He sees him every Friday? That sounded a lot like… those child custody things he saw on TV. "Okay little guy, let's go find your mom first. She must be worried." He held out his hand. "My name is Jisung." He offered a smile.
"Ji-sung?" The kid held onto his hand. Jisung began leading them down the aisles. "I'm Sung-hwan! Sunghwan!" He said with a giggle. Aw man he's so cute.
"Sunghwan huh? That's a nice name." Jisung noted as he looked around for you. He soon found you near the cereals, looking worried. "Aha, we found her!" He took a very long glance at your figure and had a few seconds to fantasize over her long legs before Sunghwan shouted.
"Mama!"
You snapped your head in their direction, relief washing over your face as you knelt down so the kid could run into your arms. "Sunghwan! How many times have I told you to not run off like that!" You chided, but you held onto him tightly. You stood up, your gaze meeting Jisung's. A smile formed on your face. "Jisung, right? I can't thank you enough! I looked away for two seconds and he was gone and—"
"It's alright." Jisung brushed it off, but his heart was going crazy inside his chest. She's smiling at me and she's talking to me! "I found him in the candy aisle. Little man has taste."
You looked at kid, who had an innocent look on his face. You shook your head. "I should've known. But anyways, thank you." You held Jisung's hand to shake it. Holy moly.
"It's okay. Really." He said, a huge smile on his face. "Do you need some help?" He asked, looking at the shopping cart that was full of groceries.
"No, no, it's okay —"
"No, I could help, seriously. You look like you have a lot on your hands already." Jisung said, looking at the kid was trying to pick up a box of cereal from the shopping cart. "I live next door, it really isn't an issue.”
“Honestly, that would be really helpful.”.
"No worries." Jisung said casually.
Which was how he found himself in the apartment next door, setting down the bags of groceries in the kitchen. The house was neat — except there were toys everywhere. Sunghwan was way more than thrilled to show Jisung each and every one of them. He even began narrating the story of why his Mickey Mouse stuffed toy had a bandage (bad encounter with a dog at the park) which made Jisung laugh. He would've loved to spend the whole day there, if he didn't get a call from Changbin.
"Oh, that's work. I gotta go." He said, standing up.
"Thank you again, Jisung." You said, coming out of the kitchen.
"I told you, it's okay." He chuckled. "I like helping people out."
"Jisungie, you have to come back and play with me, okay?" Sunghwan had gotten up from his place and was now holding onto the fabric of his jeans. It was adorable. "I no show my Legos." He pouted. This kid was pulling at his heartstrings.
"I mean, if it's okay with your mom…” He tried off, meeting your eyes. Please say yes.
"Of course you can." You nodded with another one of those bright smiles.
"Yay!" Sunghwan jumped around.
"Say bye, Sung." You told the kid, who waved brightly.
"Bye Sunghwan. And you too Y/n. You can call me if you ever need anything." Jisung told you, putting his hands in his pockets. "I'll see you guys later." He saw himself out and back to his own house. That kid was the ticket to get close to you. You're single (as far as he understood), which means he was doing no wrong. Besides, moms are super sexy (she was an absolute milf). God, he was getting too excited. He grabbed his things and headed to the recording studio.
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Safe to say the Jisung was absolutely fucked. He was goner the day he saw you dressed up in a dress that was too short for his mental wellbeing. It was supposed to be a normal day. He started babysitting Sunghwan quite often because you had job interviews packed for the whole week. Since he loved you oh so much, the second he swung open to the door to meet your nervous face, asking him if he could watch Sunghwan for a while.
Truth be told — Jisung didn't exactly hear what you said. He'd known you for a month and he was already down so so bad. He only saw your pretty lips moving, the way you fiddled with your fingers as you tried to explain it to him. But Jisung. Oh god. He just stared at you like a lovesick fool and immediately nodded to save his ass when you finished speaking.
Which was how he found himself in his apartment the next day with Sunghwan and his Legos spread out across the living room. Jisung had to work on this track for Changbin and he also had to watch the kid so he decided to multitask. I mean, how hard could it be to take care of a three year old?
Jisung found out his answer within five minutes when said three year old completely trashed his house with Legos. He couldn't walk two feet without stepping on one of the bricks, making him bite his lip in pain so he wouldn't let out a yelp.
“I'm just going to let myself in!” The second day of baby-sitting, Changbin just appeared in his apartment for no reason. This was probably the worst possible situation is overly loud friend could've walked into. Jisung could practically see his face morph into confusion, his eyes widening and his jaw dropped. “Since when do you have a kid?” He asked loudly. Even a deaf person could hear him at this point. “When did you get laid bro? You've been bitchless —”
“Okay!” Jisung cut him off, covering Sunghwan's ears. “Let's not use colorful language when there is a child present.” Only after Changbin muttered a half-hearted sorry did Jisung uncover the kid's ears. “He's my neighbor's kid —”
“You knocked up your neighbor?—”
“Will you please shut the fuc — shut up please?” Jisung took a deep breath. “I'm baby-sitting. His mom has job interviews and she asked for help and I couldn't say no. The kid's too cute.” He shrugged. Just thinking about you made a small blush creep up on his face, his ears turning red. He's never been down so bad for a person before like this.
“Holy shit —” Changbin completely ignored the don't curse there's a fucking child in front of you warning. “You like his mom.” He mouthed the last two words. Guess he didn't trade all of his brain cells for those muscles. “I should've known you actually had a thing for older woman when you brought up —”
“Enough of my embarrassing past and just get on with why you're here.” Jisung was not going to relive his teenage embarrassments. He'd done some things he's not so proud of and Changbin took every chance to make sure he never forgot them.
His friend left a while later. You texted saying that you would be home in a few. He took Sunghwan back to your house after cleaning up all the toys in his. All was well.
But everything turned topsy-turvy the second he saw you entering the house with that purple dress you wore for your job interview. It stopped just where Jisung's imagination started to wander down the gutter. It hugged your curves perfectly and accentuated your boobs so well that it made him dizzy.
"How'd it go?" He asked you once you sat down on the couch near him, playing Legos with Sunghwan, who was absorbed in his kids show playing on the TV. Jisung was sitting on the floor, so your bare knees were brushing against his shoulder, creating waves of tingles over him.
"It went pretty well." You answered, moving those magenta stained lips of yours. I wonder what it would feel like wrapped around my cock. Jisung had to mentally slap himself. Whatever sexual attraction he had to you was not disappearing in anyway — if anything, it increased every second he spent in your presence. For some reason, everything you did turned him on. The past few weeks ended in cold showers every day to calm himself down. "You're spacing out. Have something on your mind?"
Yeah, you. "Nah, I was just thinking about this song I was working on for my friend." Nice save. "The beat isn't perfect, you know? I've been tweaking it for days, maybe I should just let it be."
He saw you put your hand on your chin to think. "Well, I don't know much about music but maybe you need a fresh perspective? I think I read that somewhere. Something about not working on it for a while...."
"That... makes sense." He nodded slowly. "Maybe I just need some fresh air, you know?"
Sunghwan perked up at that. He jumped onto Jisung, a big, goofy smile on his face. Jisung found himself seeing you in the kid. His smile, his laugh, the way his eyes crinkled at the edges when he was happy — he was almost exactly like you.
"Jisungie! Park!" He exclaimed with a giggle. "Let's go to park!"
"A park? Now? Maybe tomorrow bud, your mom's probably tired."
"Yeah Sung, we'll go tomorrow. I promise." You ruffled the kid's hair.
"Pinky promise?"
"Pinky promise." You repeated with a laugh. Sunghwan went back to playing with his Legos. "By the way Jisung, if you're free on Friday, you wanna go watch a movie?"
"Hmm? Yeah, yeah I'd be down." He nodded absent-mindedly, watching the boy run around the room with a Lego car.
"Great." You gave him another one of those smiles before walking to her bedroom. Jisung's eyes were on your ass as you disappeared from the corridor. Wait a minute. Sunghwan will be with his dad on Friday, right? Did you just... ask him out?
"What did mommy say?" Sunghwan asked Jisung.
"Mommies are confusing." He said. "But sexy."
"Sixy?" The kid repeated.
"No — no not sixy! Uh, uh —" Jisung panicked. "Hey, I found this Lego set on Amazon and I thought you'd like it." He quickly whipped out his phone to show him to take his mind off of what he said. God forbid you found that he was talking about how you looked in front of your own kid.
That night after going back to his apartment, he laid in bed, his cock in his hands as he stroked himself to the thought of you. Unconsciously moaning your name loudly (maybe a bit too loud) as he imagined you there, jerking him off with your soft hands and that fuckable face with your big eyes, your lips wrapped around him as you took him in whole — yeah, he came pretty hard after that.
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Friday took way longer than Jisung wanted. He was antsy the entire morning in the studio, leg bouncing as he sat on the chair while Changbin recorded in the booth. He was so out of it, he didn't hear his friend calling him thrice from outside the little room until Changbin smacked the back of his head which momentarily brought Jisung out of his dreamland.
How could he focus? When he was just a few hours away from spending an evening with you? Only you? He loved Sunghwan, don't get him wrong but going to a movie together and getting dinner afterwards and maybe — just maybe Jisung could spit out the words he'd been holding hostage inside his mouth ever since he first laid eyes on you. Dear Y/n, I've liked you since the second I saw you in your balcony and I was hoping you could rail me —
The second he got home, he took a shower, brushed his teeth again, and spent twenty minutes trying to decide what he should wear. A suit was too over the top and a normal t-shirt and jeans would look like he didn't care. He had to look cool but interested. In the end he opted for a plain black shirt over his loose jeans. He styled his dark hair with a part in the middle and sprayed some cologne on.
Two mental breakdowns later, he was standing in front of the movie theater where you told him you'd meet him. He tried to act all nonchalant but he was slowly losing his mind as he stood there like a loser (it was for ten minutes).
When you finally arrived, he swore his heart stopped beating for a good few seconds as his eyes raked over your little top that dipped low in the front. Did you do it on purpose? Did you know the way his heart started to a marathon every time he looked at you? How the fuck was he supposed to pay attention to a movie when you were dressed like that?
“Sorry I'm late. Dropping Sunghwan off took a little longer than expected.” You adjusted the strap of your handbag which was resting on your shoulder.
“I just got here too. It's okay.” Jisung played it off coolly. It was all worth seeing that smile on your face. He took a moment to mentally note that he also liked the subtle pink lipstick you wore today, but his favorite had to be that magenta color. Just imagining himself stained in your kisses — his face, his chest, his d —
Han Jisung almost publicly humiliated himself for the nth time this month.
The movie was fine. It was some romcom that you liked. His attention was more on you. Your reactions to everything, the way your eyes sparkled as you pointed to the screen, the way your eyes turned into crescents as you laughed at whatever corny ass jokes Jisung made that weren't even that funny.
Dinner… Dinner was far more difficult. He could barely pay any attention to what you were saying. He was more focused on your fingers and your freshly painted magenta nails. Magenta was going to be his fucking end. He could barely keep himself from imagining how good those freshly manicured hands would look wrapped around his cock. Oh god, he was getting hard again. He was only snapped out of his thoughts when you said, “You want to go home?”
“Huh?”
“You look tired. And I'm probably boring you —”
“No, no — never.” Jisung shook his head.
“Then what's wrong Jisung?”
Fuck it, he couldn't take it anymore. “I like you Y/n.” Silence. The silence after that was killing him. He swallowed hard and took a big gulp of water as his face turned redder than red.
“Well I know that. Why do you think I invited you out on a date?”
Every time Jisung believed he couldn't be more surprised, you just had to go and prove him wrong. “What?” He breathed out.
“I know you like me. You're not very secretive about it.” You chuckled, twisted the pasta in your plate onto your fork. “I like you a lot too.” What the actual fuck? “I never thought I'd like someone so fast after… everything. But you proved me wrong.” You shrugged. “But my real question is… do you jerk off to me every night?”
That's it. Jisung knew the thin walls of his apartment would come back to bite him someday in the future. He was betrayed by his own house. He was absolutely mortified you heard him fisting himself to you. He turned impossibly more red. He could barely stutter out a response but he stopped when he saw that teasing smile on your face.
“It's a good thing I feel the same way.”
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The cab ride home was torture. Not only did you like him. But you wanted to fuck him too? And it definitely did not help whatsoever that you hand rested on his thigh and slowly inched upward, agonizingly slow towards the obvious tent in his pants. His dick was so hard it hurt in the confines of his pants. He bit down on his lip so hard when you brushed over his bones and then started to palm him through the fabric. Oh fucking hell… You were teasing him. He could see that smirk on your face as he almost whined when you pulled away because the cab stopped.
The second you stepped foot in his apartment, he pushed you against the wall next to the door and smashed his lips against yours. Hungry and needy. He pressed his body against yours, pulling you along to his bedroom (how he got there, he had no clue). His hands were everywhere. Touching and caressing every part of you. Your hair, your waist, your ass — it was heaven. You threaded your fingers through his fingers, lightly tugging at the strands. It was enough to elicit a soft moan from him, muffled by the kiss.
“Tell me Jisung…” You said quietly as you pulled away from him. “What did you imagine about me?” You pushed him onto the bed and as you got on your knees. He lifted his hips as you pulled down his pants along with his boxers, releasing his dick. It was red and stained with precum and so hard.
But you didn't do anything. “Please.” He whimpered. “Do something.” You smiled at him deviously before beginning to stroke him at a slow pace. Too slow. “F-Fuck.” He threw his head back with a groan. You were barely doing anything and he was so far gone. You carefully took him into your mouth, inch by inch. Your mouth was warm, your plush lips wrapped around his cock was making him lose his mind. He wanted to grab your hair and fuck your throat but he couldn't move his body. It was like he was frozen, only able to buck his hips into your mouth for some kind of friction. You finally — finally started bobbing your head up and down, the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat each time. “S-Shit. Fuck. Don't stop.” You went faster after that, fondling with his balls. Your tongue swirling around the tip and your hands on his balls, he could feel that band in his belly about to snap. “Fuck. Fuck I'm gonna —” Before he could reach that sweet release, you pulled away with a pop, innocent eyes staring up at him. He let out a loud groan at that. “W-Why —”
He stopped himself when you stood up and took off your pants and panties and crawled onto his lap, sinking onto him slowly. A soft moan escaped both your mouths when his dick was completely inside you. “Fuck you're big.” You whimpered, trying to adjust to his size. It gave him a bit of an ego boost. You started to bounce on him, letting out the most sinful moans Jisung ever heard in his entire life. “Perfect little dick. Filling me up so well.” You groaned. His dick twitched. Your walls were sucking him in, milking him. It was too much. He was already on edge from his denied orgasm, but the way you were talking to him? Fuck. He wasn't going to last.
“S-So tight.” He whimpered. “F-Fuck. Feels good.”
“Feels good baby?” You asked. He nodded frantically. “Are you gonna cum?” He nodded again. “Hold it for a bit. Only good boys get to cum. Have you been a good boy?”
“Y-Yes, fuck —” He squeezed his eyes shut as your walls clenched around him. “Oh fuck —” Jisung was determined to save the last of his dignity (not like he had much in the first place) and tried to get you off too. He met your thrusts half way, his dick repeatedly brushing against that spongy spot deep inside you.
“Right there.” Your nails dug into his skin but he didn't give two shits. “‘M so close.”
“Let me make you cum too.” He kissed your chest, your breasts and wrapped his lips around your hardened buds, alternating between the two of them. From the fucked out expression on your face and the way he was two seconds from filling you with his seed, he two took of his fingers and found your clit in no time, rubbing harsh circles on the sensitive numb making you cry out as your orgasm washed over you. Jisung came a moment later, his body spasming as he came down from his high.
“Fuck, that was amazing.” You panted, your head laying on his shoulder. Jisung could barely even nod in reply. His dick was still inside you as your juices and his pooled onto his thighs and onto his sheets. It was a mistake to look at where your swollen pussy lips swallowed him whole and he could feel himself getting hard again.
Yeah. He definitely had a thing for mommies.
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catiuskaa · 2 months
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*cough cough* no, me kisses.
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SUMMARY: he may have lost his opportunity to ask you to become official, but boyfriend or not, there’s only one thing Hannie wants needs: your kisses. All over his face. Right now.
WC: exactly 1.3k baby!
CW: it’s too fluff!! ahhh!! (scared) lol, mentions of the usual sick thingies like headaches and mucus (ew!), mentions of lipstick stains (because YES), use of petnames.
REQUESTED! by pookie dookie @4ln-stay8 right here. I owed you one for reading my angsty fics, so I gave my best with this one. tysm for your support, my love! <3
A/N: inspired on the jeekies bc this singlehandedly changed my brain chemistry (melts n giggles)
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Jisung wanted to groan.
Meanwhile, you only wanted to giggle and take millions of pictures of him.
What for? Well, first of all, little Hannie was cutely hiding under his duvet.
Only Jisung’s big boba eyes blinked repeatedly as he sniffed, not because he was crying, but because the poor little thing couldn’t even smell anything. He kept the half down of his face under the blankets of his bed, as he surely knew he was blushing due to you being in his room.
He hadn’t been expecting you, and he wanted to groan and put on a tantrum —or however you use that word in a sentence— because you had to be there at that moment.
“Aw, Sunggie,” you melted at the sight of him, holding back the need to coo and pet him and treat him the small and cute hamster he so was. “Lix called,” you clarified with a toothy grin. “He said you were sick, and buzzed me in before he left.”
Jisung made a note to himself to remember to tickle Felix to death for that.
There was one thing he wanted, and while it was you the one who could give it to him, he felt quite shy from asking, as far as refraining from doing so just yet.
Because it was not like you two were dating officially. Yes, the big, fat crush he had on you was as obvious as shit, to put it in elegant words, but he hadn’t asked you yet.
He was going to ask you, but he got sick.
And that one thing he wanted from you was your sweet pouty lips peppering kisses all over his face.
You sat next to him, and sheepishly shook your head. “Let me tidy up this place for you and bring you some medicine and more tissues, yeah?”
Your voice felt soothing, he wanted to use it as a blanket and stay wrapped in it for the rest of the week.
His heart sent more blood to his cheeks. As if there wasn’t enough, he thought with a huff, big eyes watching your movements as you picked a plate that had been left there since the night before and started picking up the used tissues from the floor.
“…hi…” Jisung mumbled, his voice hoarse and his throat dry.
Was he sick? Sure. I mean, his head hurt, his eyelids felt heavy, his nose was runny and he had surely filled the floor of his room and a decent part of his bed with used tissues.
But despite all that, the thing he wanted the most was to cuddle you to his hearts content.
“Hi, gorgeous,” you snickered softly, and he couldn’t help but smile with you. “Want some water too?”
He coughed in response, and you giggled. He cracked his knuckles underneath the bed sheet, his hands tingling, wanting to take you by your shoulders and hug you like a boa constrictor.
“Guess we have to cancel for tonight,” you mumbled with a small smile, your hand tenderly stroking his hair away from his forehead. “I’ll go leave my coat and bag in the living room and I’ll come back, yeah?”
He pouted without realizing. “Mmhhh…” he hummed with a small frown, almost like a whine.
You were about to mumble a soft ‘what’s wrong?’ before he shoved the covers away from his face as he gingerly raised his hand to grab your wrist and settled your palm back on his forehead. He sighed in small relief, melting into the coldness that lingered in you from being outside.
“Headache?” You said almost in a whisper, hearing the butterflies’ wings going crazy in your stomach.
He nodded. If he had been a cat, he would be purring, even if your hand had already turned warm against his skin.
“C’mon, Jisung-a,” your voice felt even softer than before. “I’ll come back before you know it.”
He sniffed. “…you will…?”
Your heart crushed, unable to handle how cute Han looked. It was too much, so much that even the butterflies in your stomach started to have their own butterflies in their stomachs.
And with a smile, you moved your hand to his cheek and planted a shy tender kiss on his forehead.
“I will. Pinky promise.” You chuckled softly, a blush slowly creeping up to your cheeks.
His eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat.
Oh, no. Now he knew what one of your small kisses felt like.
Now you couldn’t leave. Not before… oh.
He grinned slyly, making you raise your eyebrows, wondering what could he be thinking in that cute little head of his.
“…we’ll… make a deal…” he stated as firmly as he could.
You shrugged lightly, secretly enjoying the faint pink hue of your lipstick that had stained his forehead.
“Sure, Hannie.” Your smile only made the fact that you’d leave for, like, ten minutes —or God, maybe even more— feel a lot worse.
“I… want… more of those…” he blushed deeply.
“More of those?”
He took your hand and covered his eyes with it.
“I want more kisses.” He sniffed again.
Your mouth quickly formed the shape of an ‘o’, as your blush quickly turned a deeper shade of red, as if to compete against his.
You giggled, moving your hand from his face.
“You want my kisses, jagi?” You teased with a smirk.
He felt his heart going crazy in him, a tight feeling in his chest that turned his ears red.
“Aww, but aren’t you too sick for that?”
Oh, no.
You weren’t just going to give him a small kiss and then not continue all morning and all evening… right?
That couldn’t be allowed. Was it? He tsked at the thought. He had to make sure it wasn’t.
He coughed, pouting.
“No.” He coughed again. “Me. Kisses.” He sniffed. “Now.”
You laughed loudly, a sort of laugh that went right in Han’s little heart and filled it up with energy. He didn’t feel that gloomy sensation that being sick could cast over someone.
Instead, he squinted at you playfully.
“You have ten minutes, missy.” He said, already looking much better, emotionally wise at least. “Or else.”
You giggled, sheepishly pecking the corner of his lips.
"You can set up a timer, you cheeky idiot."
He moved his hand to his heart in an overly dramatic gesture that made you cackle, as he chuckled too, trying to ignore how fast his heartbeat felt under his hand.
Nine minutes and forty three seconds later —forty four, forty five...— you had settled a plastic bag next to his nightstand, had stolen a tissue box from the living room, and right now, you were smiling, walking one step in front of the other, carefully so to not spill over the soup you had made for him.
"It's amazing. You have to try it, I've outdone myself." You chuckled as he sat up on his bed, gingerly waiting. You left the tray on his crossed legs, moving his desk chair and nonchalantly taking a seat close to him.
"C'mon." You snickered. "Eat up." He finished it without a single complaint.
"Good boy." You teased, cackling loudly when you saw him blush.
"That's not fair," he mumbled with a pout.
"Scooch aside, Mr fairness."
You moved the pillows and laid next to him, shyly putting your arm below his neck, and then passed the other over his chest.
His face was practically in front of you.
"Hi." You grinned cheekily.
"...oh, h-hi." You giggled at his shyness. You hid the fact that you had reapplied your lipstick in the kitchen before bringing the soup, and started peppering soft kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, the corner of his mouth...
Oh, you were surely going to catch whatever he had.
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~Kats, who doesn't understand why tumblr won't let her stack pictures when answering asks, reason why I post them separately, lol. Thanks for the request, gorgeous!
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hwajin · 9 months
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☆°. — silly boyfie things | skz
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genre: fluff
pairing: skz x gn!reader
note: i haven't posted headcanons in ages and this was SO much fun to fabricate omg hope you like it 🫶🫶
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— CHAN
he would FIGHT with you over the check after you went out for dinner. like literally FIGHT and not budge when you propose to pay yourself, because you feel bad that he always, always pays for the both of you. you think you smarted him out when you invited him for dinner calling for you to pay but he has his wallet ready the moment you finish your food, telling the waiter the bill is shared and having his money out faster than you can look — it nearly enrages you every time, but he tells you he genuinely enjoys paying, doesn't mind it and wants to do it, so you have no chance other than letting it go (even if reluctantly).
— LINO
he's so annoying he thinks it's PEAK commedy to say "no" to every single favour you ask him only to do it seconds later. OR saying no and waiting, actually not doing said favour and waiting for you to get annoyed until he'd nudge and end up doing it after all. giggles as if he's the funniest mf like he enjoys seeing you being annoyed so much. acts like this in front of friends and in public in general as well, ALSO cringes sm when you show him affection whenever on a get together though the moment the two of you are alone he literally won't be able to keep his hands off you. like he pretends to be so disgusted when you even as much as touch him in public, and the moment you're alone behind closed doors he's slouching onto you like a koala.
— CHANGBIN
omg you can't tell me that he didn't invent the "no you hang up first" 😭 like you'd be coming to the end of a conversation (often while he's on tour or smth tho he literally needs to hear your voice every single day so he calls you like whenever he has a minute even of free time) and at some point he's like "aight hang up 🥰" and you play along and hit him with the "no you do 😆😝" and the quarelling goes back and forth (jokingly on your side, in ALLLL seriousness on his) and at some point you say goodbye for real and hang up AND YOU CAN BET THIS FUCKER CALLS BACK like all pouty and actually slightly upset that you had the audacity to hang up??? and you're like someone has to at some point we can't have an endless phone convo??? and he's like why not do YOU NOT LOVE ME???? yeah you get it.
— HYUNJIN
bro this man NEEDS him to be your lockscreen on your phone. like it's an actual need of his or else he's gonna cease to exist he thinks. like you're obviously his wallpaper (both on his lock AND homescreen) so when he catches a glimpse of your phone and you dare to have just a random pinterest pic as your lockscreen, one you've chosen mindlessly altogether he RIOTSSSS. pouts as if his life is depending on it, clutches his heart as if it's gonna stop any minute, gasps and side-eyes you as if you straight up cheated on him. takes a selfie RIGHT that moment (it takes him a while because he both can't decide whether he wants it to be cute or sexy, and because he wants to look good either way) and sets it as your lockscreen instantly. checks like daily to see if you've changed it (if you did to tease him he LITERALLY is moments from breaking up with you).
— JISUNG
he sends you pics of ugly looking animals with a 'you' attached to the message. like even if it has no resemblence with you altogether. like it'll be a fish, a whale, a bird, a funny looking dog and their all attached with 'you'. and like he finds it so funny even if you never react to it, in fact finds it SO hilarious that at some point he will send you pics of literally ANYTHING he sees ever — like furniture, tools, random fucking street lamps, you name it — with a 'you' attached to it and CACKLES as if he invented comedy himself. the bright side to it, he takes this to the romantic level and shoots pretty pics of flowers and sends them with the same 'you' attached to it, or pics of the sky, or of a particularly bright star. so maybe it's not that annoying after all.
— FELIX
he causes his friends to tease you because he literally can't shut up about you. like every single thing you do he even slightly adores (which is, every single thing period, tbh) is being reported to his friends because he's just so in love with you he has to get the words out or he'll combust :((. like you'd maybe get him a little gift, smth small about stuff he's interested in lately, or these "i saw this and thought of you" gifts and he presents said gift to his friends as if it's an artifact of love itself, and the next time you're over they're going at you, teasing the shit out of you because tbh, they've teased felix so much already for talking their ears off that they need another victim. you basically never stop blushing when around them, hearing constantly just how much your bf talks about you when you're not around (and you'd lie saying you don't like it).
— SEUNGMIN
bro just straight up leaves you on read except when your text contains something of advantage to him 😭😭. like you haven't seen him in a while and want to catch up a bit? he reads the message and responds like 5 hours later ("we've seen each other yesterday, you can't possibly miss me enough to talk again"). or when you send him random tiktoks or shitposts — opens and reads them and then doesn't ever bother to even leave a like 😭. though the moment you hit him with a text like "running to the supermarket, you want anything?" he's responding the same second and you grow salty every time, wondering why you put up texting him in the first place.
— JEONGIN
pretends to be jealous like a LOT. like the first time he'd be actually jealous, going fresh into the relationship with insecurities still gnawing at you and him and when he confesses you reassure him, making sure he understands there will never be an occassion on which he needs to be remotefully jealous, even. and after that he simply pretends to be, for shits and giggles and to piss you off. like you talk to the barista for your order? how could you even look their direction omg. you send a quick text to a friend while out with him? how dare he's not the single most important thing in your life rn. you tell him about a dream that didn't involve him? breaking up with you this very instant. can't stop himself from giggling at his one if a kind humour while watching you grow annoyed every time anew.
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seungminhour · 3 months
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┌──── -ˏˋ 📱 ˎˊ-
└➤ how bf!skz would react to you not calling them by a nickname / term of endearment
hyung line | maknae line
◞✩ pairing : bf!skz x gn!reader
◞✩ contains : fluff, humor, cursing, boys bein silly
◞✩ notes : happy new year everyone! sorry for such a long wait on this one. i promise im gonna get better at posting on here this year 🫶
01. han jisung.
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02. lee felix.
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03. kim seungmin.
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04. yang jeongin.
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yangkitties · 1 month
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giving them flowers ✩ skz
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pairing: ot8 x gn!reader || word count: 1.7k genre: 100% fluff 🫶 || warnings: none, vaguely proofread 😁 synopsis: skz when you give them flowers out of the blue! note: i am so sorry for taking so long with this post, i js got so caught up in so many things 😭 anyways i hope y'all enjoy it <3<3 also abby i hope you're happy its finally out, now plz get out of my walls 😘
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Chan: 
cries a little for sure 
the ‘for me? rlly? rlly? rlly?’ kinda guy
kisses you so much like for real
takes the BEST care of the flowers, they survive for a whole two weeks somehow 
even dries and presses them after they wilt and frames them <3 
Disbelief washed over Chan’s face, his brain slowly processing what had just happened. He slowly drunk in the fact that you had brought him a bouquet of flowers, just because you could. 
He watched silently as you presented the flowers to him him. Gingerly taking them from your hands, he observes in awe at the multitude of colours. 
‘Are these really for me?’ He looks up at you with glossy eyes, head tilting to the side. You can only giggle, adoring his cute habits. You lean in to place a chaste kiss on his forehead, your actions speaking more than an essay of reassuring words ever could have.
‘I was walking back home and the bouquet reminded me of you.  I had to get it, it would be a crime if I didn’t.’ 
The simple action warmed Chan’s heart, love and affection coursing through his veins. He hugged you suddenly, nuzzling his head into your neck. You smiled into his hair, enjoying the contact. 
‘I love you, so dearly.’
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Minho
dying and crying and wailing on the inside 
he’s so damn grateful, he rlly can’t believe someone loves him like this 
will not admit it, but tears up like 100% 
‘thank you baby, but you’re prettier’ manages to pull an uno reverse and fluster you 😁 
looks at them fondly from the couch
Usually when you picked him up from the airport, Minho could spot your face right from the get go. But today, all he could see was a large bouquet of colourful flowers, accompanied by a sign that read ‘Lee Minho’. As he approached the sign, the flowers shifted to the side to reveal Minho’s favourite view, your smiling face. 
Giggling, he engulfs you in a tight hug. 
’So who are these for, baby?’ He examines the bouquet, observing the bright hues. 
’They’re for you silly!’ You hand him the bouquet and take his back pack from him. He stands agape, shock drawn over his sharp features. 
‘Me.. me??’ His stuttering sends you into a fit of giggles, enjoying the rare moment where you got to see your boyfriend flustered. 
Quickly regaining composure, he pulls you to his side, whispering in your ear, ’The flowers are pretty sweetheart, but they’re not as pretty as you.’ You gently slap his chest, hiding away into his jacket. 
‘Oh, shut up.’
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Changbin:
almost dies in a giggling fit 
hugs them so tight the stems almost snap off T-T 
appreciates it more than he can even tell 
picks one out and puts it behind you ears :) 
brags about it to the rest of them what an amazing partner you are
The shock etched on Changbin’s face when you reveal a bouquet to him sends you into a small fit of giggles. Accepting the flowers delicately, he marvels at the colours and types of flowers. 
He smiles, pulling you into a hug. He squeezes, tighter and tighter, afraid his love for you might explode out of him. He whispers, softly against your ear, 
‘I love them so much. So so so much.’ He hugs you tighter, and suddenly, snap. The sharp crunch of the stem of one of the flowers breaking cuts through the confession, startling the both of you. 
‘Oh no… oh man.’ You cautiously examine the bouquet, worried it might fall apart. Changbin quickly identifies the broken flower, carefully picking it out of the bouquet. 
‘Don’t worry baby, now I can do this.’ He deftly tucks the flower behind your ear, brushing away the hair on your face. He admires your face quietly, enjoying the fact that your cheeks are almost as pink as the flower. 
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Hyunjin
bawls. a lot. like uncontrollably 👍 bros a bit emosh if you will 
babbles a million thank yous while kissing you 
paints them so he can keep them forever!!
like chan he dries and presses them and makes a pretty craft work with it:) 
makes you a better bouquet in return
When you sent flowers over to Hyunjin’s apartment, you really hoped he’d enjoy them. You knew how much he loved them, and when you saw the most delightfully beautiful bouquet of flowers, you knew you had to buy it for him. 
When you received a photo of the bouquet with the text ‘they’re perfect’, you knew your job was done. 
What you didn’t expect when you returned to the apartment was a painting of the exact bouquet you had given him. In the short time you were away, Hyunjin had managed to set the flowers in a vase and capture their exact likeness on a new canvas. 
‘It’s the prettiest bouquet I’ve ever seen. I just think its beauty should be appreciated forever.’ He smiles simply as he walks over to you, long hands circling your waist. 
He places a chaste kiss against your ear before whispering, 
‘And so should yours.’ 
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Jisung
jumping with joy !!
he’s twirling around the room really, he loves them so damn much 
also brags to the members, definitely the happiest of them all 
almost kills them within the first two days but miraculously keeps them alive for a whole week 
smiles until his face hurts every time he sees them 🥰
The pure joy on Jisung’s face was enough to compensate for all the struggles you had to deal with to get a bouquet of flowers for him. 
You watched him as he twirled around the room, practically bouncing off the walls in happiness. The little pink tulips bounced along with him as he ran to you. 
‘THANK YOUUU!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!’ He screeches into your ears, giving you a soul crushing hug. 
But it’s worth it. The near deafness, cracked ribs, and painfully happy grin on your face, becomes insignificant when you watch the gleaming smile on his face as he prances around the room, bursting with bliss. 
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Felix
So cute and lovely about it, thanking you continuously !!
Takes like. 1 million pictures. 
Giggles like a school girl because the note says ‘sunshines for my sunshine’ 
Gets you a bouquet of your favourite flowers that very evening 
Now it’s a competition and you keep getting each other bouquets… until the house starts attracting bees so you have to give them all away ☹️
When you heard about Felix bagging another modelling gig, you knew the perfect congratulatory gift would be a bouquet of white lilies. And as expected he loved them. He took about a million photos and gave you a million more kisses.
But what you didn’t expect was that when you got your big promotion, he would gift you with a bouquet of white tulips. Eventually, this started happening back and forth, each of you getting more and more extravagant bouquets for the other. It soon evolved into a symbol of affection and pride, the both of you showering each other in bouquets. 
Sometimes it would be for actual reasons, and other times it was just because you wanted to. Staring at the umpteenth bouquet of the month, you swear your house had no more vases for it. 
‘Lixxie… baby I think we’re all out of vases…’ You exclaim as he laughs, shocked at your behaviour. 
‘Well, I just thinks we love each other so much more than what we can handle.’ He smiles at you, radiant as always.
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Seungmin
dies. like. he really thinks he’s died and gone to heaven when he sees the bouquet 
so quiet you think he doesn’t like them, but is quick to reassure you 
bros like so damn speechless until you begin to start apologising and suddenly he can’t shut up 
literally will not stop rambling about how grateful he is for them and how much he loves you until you kiss him 
his ears are as red as the roses man he’s so down bad <3 
When you showed up at the restaurant with flowers for him, Seungmin knew he would do nothing short of everything to keep you his. 
With your dazzling smile, and honey sweet voice, you told him that the flowers for him, and in that moment his brain short circuited. A spiral of thoughts danced around his head, almost as chaotic as the butterflies in his stomach. The keyword was almost, because he was pretty sure the butterflies in his stomach had done cocaine. 
He watched your smile morph into a frown, lips curling downwards. 
‘Oh… do you not like them? Oh my god wait, are you allergic? Oh, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!!’ You frantically tried to remove the bouquet from beside him, afraid of triggering an allergic reaction. Your actions were quickly halted by Seungmin’s slider fingers around your wrist, eyes wide. 
‘NO! No, no I mean no. I love them. SO much… I just. I love them so much I don’t know what to say.’ He smiles softly before taking your hands in his, holding them gently. 
‘I love them, but I definitely don’t love them more than I love you.’ 
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Jeongin
becomes a tomato !
bros FLABBERGASTED! giggles and kicks his feet and my god is he blushing
kisses your cheeks a lot he just loves them very much :D 
almost accidentally undoes the bouquet while arranging it, thank god you’re there to help him- 
now he expects one bouquet per week or he WILL pout and whine 😁👍
When Jeongin opens the door after hearing the bell, he expects to see your smiling figure, wearing a stolen hoodie and a bright smile.
Instead, he’s greeted with the sight of the most wonderful bouquet of flowers, a burst of almost every colour in the rainbow. Purples and yellows accompanied by splashes of pink and red greet him, as he gapes in shock, awestricken at the sight before him. 
‘Hi Innie! Are you gonna let me in or am I going to have to stay here the whole day?’ Your voice piques from behind the flowers. 
‘Oh god, yes, come in.. baby, are these.. for me?’ He questions awkwardly, shuffling around to let you in. He takes the flowers from you as you reach up to kiss his cheeks. 
‘Well yes silly, who else am I going to get flowers for?’ You laugh at his stunned face, ears almost as red as the flowers in the bouquet. 
You carefully take the flowers back from him, looking for a vase to place them in. You adore the way he follows you like a lost puppy, smiling fondly at the bouquet in your hands. 
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j-0ne25 · 6 months
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TOPLINE — [18+!]
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“So, what are you waiting for?”
“W-What do you mean?”
He gets a bit nearer now, his hand wandering dangerously close to your face.
“Aren’t you coming backstage with me?”
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🎸 SYNOPSIS: For your birthday, Minho manages to get tickets for the hyped club show “Topline”—a concept that offers the spotlight to a surprise artist every week. Your other best friend Jisung declines to come with you and it all makes sense when 3RACHA, the mysterious newcomer indie rock band—that’s pretty overrated in your opinion—appears on stage, featuring him as their guitarist and singer…
🎤 CONTENT INFO: jisung x afab reader, rockstar jisung, best friends to lovers, jisung hides his 3racha identity (hannah montana vibes lol), mutual pining, demisexual reader, smut/fluff, reader is the same age as minho, their friend group is a little bit baboracha, this is a story I wrote for my own bday lmao because I am that delusional especially for rockstar jisung, warnings and smut tags under the cut (include spoilers)
🎫 WORD COUNT: 10.3K
📷 CONTENT WARNING: alcohol consumption, jealousy (both jisung and reader), mention of cigarette smoking, very brief mention of underage drinking in the past
⛓️ SMUT: dom/sub dynamics, oral (f + m receiving), semi-protected piv, katoptronophilia (mirror kink), choking, possessiveness, praise, reader gets called baby, slut, whore, good girl
The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Minors do not interact, this post contains mature topics. By reading you consent to nsfw content and agree that you have read all the warnings above carefully.
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“Y/N, can you hand me a beer opener?” Jisung asks you, two bottles in each hand, making it four, fitting exactly for your little friend group get-together.
Just when you're about to give him the metallic object, Minho slides into the kitchen, blocking the space between the two of you. He reaches inside his jeans pocket as he teases the younger one, “Use a lighter, Ji.”
Your other friend just rolls his eyes but you keep your eyes fixated on Minho’s hands—trying to focus not too much on those veins—as he flips away lid after lid from the individual bottles. When he notices you observing his skills, he sends a smirk your way.
“I can teach you, Y/N.”
You giggle, hiding your smile behind your hand, before you grab one of the beers. The guys do the same, Jisung—trying his best to not roll his eyes because of Minho’s dumb attempt to flirt with you—carrying the fourth one to bring it to the living room where you find Yuqi. Busy occupying your games console, she is currently rushing Yoshi towards the finishing line on the Rainbow Road, making him win the first place for her.
“Ah, thank you, guys,” she says, once she spots the beverage on the couch table. When the screen is turned off, she brings her focus back to the group, ready to listen to the sound of the bottles clinking together.
“Thank you for being here,” you say.
“Of course, we wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Yuqi replies, throwing her arm around your shoulder.
Everyone takes a sip, before the conversation continues but for a moment you don’t engage too much and decide to just live right here, right now. Enjoy the last half an hour before it’s finally your birthday.
You’re so incredibly thankful to spend your time with your loved ones. Those three dorks are definitely the most important people in your life.
You met Yuqi in college, on the way to find a certain lecture hall on campus while running late. She saw you struggling to read the map of the lot and helped you—despite being quite lost herself—so, you managed to get to your destination together, receiving the biggest scolding from the professor but this was also the beginning of an amazing friendship.
Minho is your oldest friend. Since your mothers have been friends and neighbours before you have even existed and considering the fact he’s born in the same year as you, you were bound to become besties. You’ve actually despised each other when you were younger and still in that ‘boys are so stupid’ phase and Minho was vice versa, but it all worked out in the end when you grew older.
Jisung met Minho first, during their dance practice, and when your childhood friend introduced you to the younger one, the duo became a trio in highschool and a quarter in college. 
Now a few years later, all of you busy being adults and working full time jobs, you’re still as close as you used to be. However, you’ve noticed the slightest switch in the dynamics, considering a certain member of the friend groups.
Caused by your hopeless feelings, your interactions with Jisung have lessened a bit in the past months or almost years. For you, it has always made the most sense to stay away from him a bit to not hurt yourself even more. It breaks your heart that he doesn’t seem to notice—neither that you have feelings for him, nor that you’re drifting apart.
Well, you are still very close friends but not as close as you used to be, if that makes sense.
And knowing that he doesn’t care makes you even more insecure.
You’ve thought about forgetting about him but whenever you tried, you simply failed. Due to your own sexual preferences and desires—including the need to have a special bond with someone in order to get intimate—you’re not up for one night stands or friends with benefits. Dating other people hasn’t been successful either, considering no one seems to want anything serious anymore.
So, that’s where you’re left off.
Hopelessly in love with your close friend and no improvement ahead.
“It’s almost midnight, right?” Minho awakens you from your daydreams.
Shit. You hope they didn’t notice you drifting off. But judging from Yuqi’s energised monologue about her Mario Kart game earlier, you’re sure you’re fine.
What you don’t know is that Jisung has noticed your thoughts being far gone. He often catches himself believing that he’s the cause for that—he swears he sometimes witnesses you staring at him for a bit too long.
But he usually brushes those ideas off, just for his own sake and those dumb hopeless little feelings he has for you.
“Hm, just a few more minutes and then I’ll be old,” you sigh.
“I’ll get the drinks ready,” you hear Yuqi sing.
The next minutes pass by and just a moment later, you find yourself surrounded by your closest loved ones, everyone carrying a beverage of their choice in their hand, as you count down from ten to zero.
Ten
You’re pretty sure that Gin Tonic was a dumb idea. Mixing it with beer is something you used to do ten years ago in your teenage years but your body is definitely too old for that. You can basically already taste the hangover on your tongue. Minho and Yuqi seem to be the most mature, staying with beer whereas Jisung is drinking his favourite, very special beverage—a mixture of white wine, vodka and berry lemonade, which is a pretty weird invention he made like ten years ago.
Nine, eight, seven
Yuqi is wearing beautiful glittering makeup. You’re only able to take in the details now, maybe because she switched seats and is now sitting right under the small chandelier that is dangling from the ceiling. You should ask her where she’s got those pretty gemstones from, later.
Six, five, four
Jisung is carrying that bracelet with the sapphire around his wrist that you bought for his birthday. He’s never been that much into gemstones but knows that you are and that’s why he asked for something like that for his special day. He’s been wearing it since then, which, unfortunately, just makes you fall in love with him even more.
Three
Minho’s upper body is covered in one of those cosy sweaters that he always likes to wear—under the condition that you didn’t steal them again. He doesn’t mind you snatching away his stuff but another person does care a little too much—Jisung, although he would never admit that.
Two
It’s pitch dark outside, probably caused by the clouds that are floating in the sky, covering the stars like a curtain. The weather has gotten colder again, but you don’t mind. Usually, too high temperatures overwhelm you, so you’re thankful to be able to breathe again.
One
You’re wondering when you should get the midnight snacks ready. Probably after your friends have wished you all the best. God, you’re already hungry again and definitely—as always—prepared way too much food for that little gathering.
Zero
The clinking noises of the glasses echoe through the room, bright smiles and cheering sounds fill your surroundings, as all of your friends welcome you into a group hug and into the new year of your life.
“Happy birthday, dear,” Yuqi says, placing a kiss on your cheek.
“All the best, Y/N,” you hear Jisung say.
“Thanks for having us here. Happy birthday, doll,” Minho adds, unable to hold back that nickname.
Time flies by again, a second drink follows, as you bring some more food and your friends are thankful for that. Just when you’re about to carry another round of shots to the couch table, Minho and Yuqi awkwardly stand up, hiding something behind their backs.
“Actually,” Minho starts, “Yuqi and I have a present with us that can’t wait until your official party on Friday since it’s something that’s already happening tomorrow, well—today. I mean on your birthday itself.”
You look at them with big eyes, “So, this evening?”
“Yeah,” Yuqi says, before handing you an envelope. “Open it.”
You do as you're told, ripping off the cover of the letter, before you are greeted with four sheets of high quality paper.
“You guys bought tickets for the Topline show?! You’re insane! How long have you been on that waiting list? Thank you so much,” you let out.
Wow. You’ve always wanted to go there, you’ve been talking about this since that show started.
“I know a guy,” Minho says, making you giggle.
You pull out the tickets completely now, “So, four tickets, so we can all go together?”
Yuqi nods, giving you a satisfied smile.
“Hm, that’s how it’s gonna be.”
You see Jisung walking towards you now, a layer of embarrassment and another emotion you can’t quite put into place decorating his face.
“I… I’m really sorry, Y/N, but I won’t make it. I have work tomorr– today.”
“Your boss makes you work on my birthday?” you jokingly pout.
“Sorry, I’ll remind him once more that the whole world revolves around you,” he teases you back.
Jisung is sad about the fact he can’t go with you, either. He would have loved to be there, but there’s no chance he can make it.
“Dude, don’t be so mean to Y/N,” Minho scolds the younger one.
“Min, I can defend myself,” you reply, crossing your arms in front of your chest like a little toddler would do.
“Oh, sure, baby,” he says with a wink.
Jisung can’t put into words how furious he gets whenever Minho calls you by those stupid nicknames. They should be reserved for him and not thrown around jokingly. God, he should really get himself together. That jealousy is getting frustrating.
You take another glimpse at the tickets, as you say, “I’m so excited about who it’s gonna be!”
Yuqi claps her hands, severely excited as well—of course, she already has her assumptions.
“Rumours said it could be 3RACHA—pretty exciting, they haven’t shown their faces before.”
Ugh. You dearly hope it is anyone but that group. You enjoyed their music in the beginning, when they debuted a few months ago but unfortunately they gained lots of success in a way too short span of time, becoming absolutely mainstream now.
Sure, their concepts of hiding behind animal masks and their diverse lyrics—about society, mental health, intimacy and also the music industry itself are impressive but especially that last mentioned topic doesn’t seem so authentic, considering Twitter says they actually have a big company and ghost writers behind them.
That’s why you lost interest in them rather quickly.
“They had concerts before and wore their masks. Usually, the audience has to put a sticker on their camera lenses. It’s generally like this at Topline shows,” Minho explains.
“Who is 3RACHA?”
“Are you living under a rock, Han Jisung? They are the newcomer indie rock band. Incredibly talented,” Yuqi says, quite dramatic as if she’s starring in a musical.
“Yeah… indie rock,” you say, clearing your throat.
“Are they not?” Jisung asks further.
Oh, that boy is oblivious. You wonder how it’s possible that he doesn’t know 3RACHA. After all, he is usually very invested in anything music related—especially alternative genres.
“Not in my opinion,” you explain. “If you ask me, they are pretty overrated. They just appeared out of nowhere, went viral and now they are publishing song after song like some industry plants. Quite the opposite of indie.”
“Genre speaking they are indie, though,” Minho corrects you. “Like solely based on the music itself, it’s indie rock. Twitter might say they have a big company and ghost writers behind them, but they make indie music. Despite that, those are just rumours.”
You sigh, ready to start a debate. You feel your blood boiling for some reason, although it’s really not that serious. Sometimes, you hate this about yourself—the slightest inconveniences manage to throw you off your rhythm and you have expected it to become better with time but the older you got, the more it just worsened.
“It’s not indie if it’s pop music. That’s a contradiction,” you say, “I don’t see any reason to support a group that contributes to the commercialisation of indie music. Most groups that become famous get very bad and even though I liked some of their earlier songs, they became mainstream and therefore just some group like any other.”
Minho rolls his eyes, “Yeah, Y/N, I get what you mean. I used to think like this too but… well… then I turned sixteen.”
Maybe Minho is right.
“Fuck you,” you say but chuckle, letting him know that you realise you’ve overreacted a bit.
“No matter who performs, this is gonna be an awesome night,” Minho says, pulling you towards him and placing a kiss on your forehead.
Right next to you, on the other side, it takes everything inside Jisung to not absolutely lose his mind when he sees his older friend’s lips collide with your soft skin. It should be him instead who gets to be so close to you.
“If Jisung isn’t available, is there someone else you would like to invite?” Yuqi drags him out of his carousel of jealousy.
“I can ask my friend Felix from work,” you say.
The others know Felix. He’s not necessarily a permanent member of the group, but they like him, too.
“Sure, send me his number and I can create a group chat.” You nod, before Yuqi turns around towards the youngest. “Depending on how long your work shift is, we can go clubbing after, Jisung.”
He simply nods.
🎸
Considering both facts that you’ve had a few drinks too much and also have a long day ahead of you, your three friends agreed to call it a night. They helped you clean the remaining things in your living room. You told them not too, but Minho insisted, knowing you’re a bit too chaotic to do that in your sleepy state.
Yuqi presses a kiss on your cheek, before Minho helps her into her shoes—unfortunately that last round of shots was too much for her. You’re glad they’re all going home together, taking the same bus and leaving the vehicle at the same stop. Jisung and Minho promised to bring Yuqi home first before they head towards their shared apartment—like they always do.
The oldest stumble down the staircases of your apartment building, after they said their hundredth goodbyes.
From your bathroom, a seemingly tired Jisung appears. He looks adorable like this—his hair disheveled, eyes trying their best to not close shut, as he catches a glimpse of you.
“Thank you for the invitation,” he says, as he pulls you into a hug in order to say goodbye to you, as well.
God. You could drown in the scents of his perfume. You’ve always wondered if Jisung has ever noticed that you sometimes search for excuses to get close to him. He’s actually aware that you're not that much into skinship but his insecurities get in the way, telling him to not read too much into it.
What you do know for sure is that after all this time, the relationship with Jisung differs from your other two best friends. It may sound weird but he is the only one who you feel comfortable around to be your inner, true self. You can drop that facade whenever he’s with you, be the most authentic version of your being.
It doesn’t matter if it’s music—you’re sure he would have agreed with you on that debate earlier, if he knew the group—mundane things like food or fashion, mental health or politics, he will always listen to you and knows exactly, whether to give a logical, helpful advice or just let out his emotions together with you.
He’s never judged you for any of your interests—quite the opposite, encouraged you and asked further. Jisung has always made time for you to listen to your little monologues about either your current hyperfixation or long time hobbies.
Some of them align with his, especially music or fashion, which is why you spend so much time together, even though that decreased since you’ve realised you want to be more than just friends.
You suddenly remember a fond memory, when he went into a jewellery store with you a few months ago—witnessing you talk about gemstones and accessories for hours although he doesn’t know that much about it. You showed him a pretty necklace that had an opal attached to them. Jisung loved listening to you rant about the piece—the way you described the multiple colours and reflection made him become invested in this topic as well.
Of course, his hopeless little feelings play a huge role here too, but he would never admit that.
Shit.
The both of you have probably been zoned out for a whole minute now, still pulled into a hug with one another. Awkwardly, you let go of him and clear your throat.
“Have lots of fun, Y/N,” he says, finding your eyes, “I’ll be there with you next time. You’re gonna get your present at your party.”
You chuckle, not even thinking about some gift, as you slightly nudge his shoulder. Jisung tries to stay calm from the sudden touch but that last shot he took half an hour ago is still very present in his system, just like the thought of you is constantly occupying his mind.
“Don’t stress about that, Sungie. We can always meet another time… maybe… just the two of us, without Yuqi and Minho making their comments,” you tell him.
You blame it on the alcohol. This was not supposed to sound flirty, but spending time with Jisung and just Jisung differs a lot from being in a group with him. You want him to know that you appreciate his company, although the two of you have been somewhat drifting apart.
“S-Sure.”
He nods, before he steps into his shoes and heads into the hallway of the apartment building.
“Goodnight, Sungie. Love you,” you say.
“Love you, too.”
He takes a last look at you, giving you a soft smile, before he walks towards the stairs.
“Get your ass here, lovebird,” you hear Minho scream from downstairs, the sound of the arriving bus calling in the distance.
🎸
“Be careful, doll,” Minho says, as he guides you through the crowd. He’s holding your right hand, his other one is attached to Yuqi, who is leading the way. Felix follows behind you, his palm connected to yours.
It takes some time for you to get through the monstrous horde of people, some of them already slightly drunk. You guys all had burgers and beer before the show but one drink combined with the tasty but greasy fast food isn’t enough to get you even remotely tipsy.
Maybe it’s the fact Yuqi is telling everyone it’s your birthday today—which results in a lot of strangers wishing you all the best and cheering for you—or pure luck, but you somehow manage to make it to the first row of the audience.
“I’m so excited,” you let out, once the group comes to a halt.
“Samesy! Do you guys want anything to drink? I’ll head to the bar,” Yuqi offers.
Minho raises one of his eyebrows, “Now that we have the best spot available?”
“It’s okay. Let Y/N wait here, I’ll go with Yuqi,” Felix intervenes.
“Alright,” you answer with a smile, “I don’t need anything, though. Still have my beer.”
“Me too,” Minho adds.
Yuqi and Felix nod in unison, before they make their way towards the bar.
In the meantime, your childhood friend and you solely enjoy the moment of the evening, as some alternative rock playlist is blasting from the speakers. He adores that excitement on your face, as it reminds him of when you were approximately twenty years younger but it feels as if it was just yesterday.
“Thank you again for this, Min.”
He shakes his head, “Not for that.”
You both get interrupted when you feel a vibrating sound in the pocket of your dress—yes, your dress has pockets—indicating you’ve received a message from the group chat.
[Yuqi 🦒 21:27]: Sorry, we can’t make it back to the first row. People here are too stubborn. @ Minho and @ Y/N just stay where you are, we’ll meet after the concert! 😘 Have fun babes!
You witness Minho rolling his eyes, a wordless way of saying ‘I’ve told them so’ but this won’t get between you and your great mood for the evening.
“It’s alright. Let’s just stay here and enjoy the concert together, okay?”
He nods, “Okay, Y/N. I’ll send them a quick text.”
Minho types and once he’s finished, you read his message on the server.
[Minho 21:28]: OK 👍🏻
Right after Minho and you have put your phones away, the lights turn off, shrinking the room in a dark atmosphere. Excitement is building up at lightning speed, cheering and growling sounds echoing through the hall.
Until a man around your age steps on the stage, right under the awakening spotlight, speaking into the microphone.
“Welcome to Topline, guys! I’m Hongjoong, your host for the night and creator of the popular show. Thank you for coming. We’re gonna have an awesome night, I’ll promise you.”
He gets interrupted by a few more cheering sounds and a laughter of his own—it’s an honour to organise an event like this, really. Especially with the guests for tonight.
“So, friends,” he begins again, “let’s all welcome our stars of the night with me. Here for you, tonight, is… 3RACHA!”
For fuck’s sake.
Happy birthday, Y/N.
The first two or three songs are probably a blur. You are getting some apologetic and empathetic looks from Minho, as if he is trying to say sorry for something he can’t control.
But once you are getting into it, finally allowing your stubbornness to take a break for once and when the three artists are playing their older songs, some of them as a louder, more instrumental version, you catch yourself nodding your head along to the beat.
Fuck it. They’re good. They’re great. You can’t deny it. Like, objectively speaking, they are granting the crowd an amazing show which is still an absolute understatement.
Just the scene as a whole is incredible—all of them are singing and rapping, the guy with the pig mask is sitting behind the drums, the wolf in the middle is playing the bass and the last one, who you assume to pretend to be a squirrel or quokka, is responsible for all the guitar tunes.
They are amazing.
3RACHA isn’t overrated, they are quite literally underrated. Holy shit.
“Y/N,” you suddenly hear Minho speak from beside you. He’s gotten a little closer so his words are audible over the noise inside the club. “In case you don't like it, we can always leave and I can get tickets for some other–“
“It’s alright, Min,” you reassure him, giving him an honest smile. “The show and the music is great. I was being immature, really.”
He pulls you towards you, placing another one of those quick pecks on top of your head, as he teases, “I told you so.”
You roll your eyes, before you bring your attention back to the artists. The current song ends a few seconds later and the musicians take a quick pause from performing, taking a sip from their drinks.
The bassist and drummer are drinking beer.
Whereas… you’re now noticing a detail.
The squirrel dude’s beverage.
The light isn’t that bright inside but when you spot the bottles of the main ingredients in the background, you realise why it feels so familiar.
White wine. Vodka. Berry Lemonade.
“Welcome to our show,” the guy in the middle interrupts your thought process. “We are 3RACHA. Just a quick introduction—I’m CB97. This is our drummer, SpearB,” he explains, gesturing towards the guy with the pig mask, “and to my right is J.One, our guitarist. Thank you for joining us here tonight.”
The room gets filled with another wave of cheering and Minho and you join along.
“Thank you so much, guys,” J.One speaks and you try your best to listen to the sound of his voice, “our next song is called ‘Gemstone’. It’s a more EDM driven piece, a bit different from what we’ve published so far.”
No.
Never.
This is too suspicious. This is impossible.
Well, you could get confused by his voice, considering they are hiding behind masks and speaking through a microphone.
But the dumb drink.
And a song called Gemstone.
You feel as if you're in trance, as if the music has taken over you and it turns into exactly this, when they start playing again.
You’re entering a movie, for sure, your own personal music video, when the tunes are swirling into your ears. 
This is indescribable.
The melody. The words. Their stage presence. It’s insane. Literally insane.
Gemstone is a song you’ve instantly liked from the beginning. You want to turn it into your new personality when you leave the club tonight.
There are parts and bits that make you a little lightheaded, when you listen more carefully to the lyrics. It’s a song about romance and intimacy after all, so you shouldn’t put too much thought into this.
But whenever you close your eyes, all you can see in front of you is Jisung.
And when J.One starts singing the hook, the sentences are too fitting, letting goosebumps erupt all over your skin.
‘If you kissed me, the horrors would fade away, the world would be a little less fucked up. I could name a thousand things I adore about you and still wouldn’t have said enough.’
It could be your delusional self but you could swear the guitarist is looking at you—especially, whenever Minho gets a little closer to you, laying his arm around your shoulder or whenever he’s dancing with you.
‘Your gaze, nothing else, between luck and euphoria, you’re something like my personal utopia.’
But before you’re able to read too much into it, the song is already over. You can still feel the aftermath of the bass pumping through your heart for the past two and a half minutes.
“Thank you so much, you guys are amazing,” the bassist compliments the crowd.
“We don’t want to be compromised to just one genre,” the drummer starts explaining, “we want to reinvent ourselves over and over again. There are too many possibilities in this world and way too many creative ideas in our heads to just stick to one genre.”
“That’s right, fuck genres,” the guitarist in front of you shouts, the crowd repeating his words.
When the noises subside, an intruder tries to prove the exact same opposite. The words of the drunk male voice are stumbled but still audible.
“Fucking industry plants!” 
Silence. For exactly three seconds.
“Repeat that,” SpearB says, his tone staying severe.
“Say that again, you little shit,” J.One adds, reacting a bit differently than his band mate does.
Their unofficial leader takes a step forward now, letting his instrument dangle from his body, as he reaches for his microphone with both hands.
“In general, whoever says that we’re industry plants,” CB97 starts, the volume of his voice guardedly increasing with every sentence, “we spent fucking years doing hard work to get where we are today, we did all this by ourselves with zero help.”
The whole crowd cheers along, showing that most people don’t believe what some chronically online kids on Twitter blurt around.
“We don’t care if you think that we ain’t alternative enough for you,” the man in the middle continues, “because at the end of the day, your girlfriends are the ones that are screaming at our concerts first and will later do the same backstage.”
Cheering. Whisteling. From everywhere. Begging that they should play another song. You are sure a few fangirls have basically fainted but you could never blame them.
“Oh, Lord. Do they take boyfriends with them, too?” Minho asks, before he earns a nudge on his shoulder from you. However, you can't help but chuckle at his question.
Another few songs follow, you fully take in the moment, allowing your brain to take a break from thinking about everything that’s messing with your mind. You’re pushing the idea aside that J.One could be Jisung, wondering if he’s busy at work tonight and if he will join the group later.
The melody comes to an end, you can tell by the shift in the atmosphere that the show is nearing it’s finish line as well and you wished you could stay for longer. You’ve never had such a good time at a concert and you have attended many of them.
“You guys are following our good friend Hongjoong’s advice, right?” SpearB asks the guests.
As if you’re in school, the whole crowd nods simultaneously.
“You’ve got your stickers on your cameras, is that correct?” J.One makes sure the audience knows what his bandmate is referring to.
Different kinds of agreement are echoing through the hall.
“Alright, it’s getting a bit warm under these masks,” CB97 says, before he pulls the wolf’s face off of his own.
“Thank you for tonight, guys,” SpearB adds, now showing himself, too.
“It was an honour to perform here.”
The last mask lands on the floor.
And there, right in front of you, where there was once the squirrel guitarist is your one and only friend and crush—Han Jisung.
“Sungie, you idiot,” Minho scoffs, before he bursts out into laughter, “now it makes sense that he couldn’t join us. I was already wondering how he hasn’t ever heard of 3RACHA. That menace played us.”
Your childhood friend’s words become a blur, when Jisung’s eyes find your own and you give him a soft smile.
For another second he looks back, no mimics in his face except for something that looks a bit like disappointment, before he disconnects your glances and focuses on the rest of the crowd instead.
The last song flies by, before 3RACHA says their goodbyes and disappears behind the curtains again.
“Are you okay, doll?”
You nod, “Yeah. Let’s go find the others.”
Minho doesn’t ask further, as he guides you out of the club and towards the rest of the group. Shortly after, you spot Yuqi and Felix outside the venue. Just when your friends are about to share the unbelievable plot twist of Jisung being part of the one and only 3RACHA, you notice something.
“Fuck! I forgot my jacket inside…”
“We will wait here for you, is that alright, dear?” Yuqi suggests. She’s already lightened a cigarette and is currently doing the same for Felix and Minho.
“Of course, I’ll be quick,” you say.
Fortunately, most people have already left. You’ve spotted a few fangirls waiting near the stage for the artists to come back, maybe they want to ask for autographs, selfies or whatever 3RACHA’s leader promised in his speech about the industry.
Your stomach does a weird twist at the idea that Jisung could spend the night with a woman from the crowd—that isn’t you—as well, but you do your best to just leave the venue as fast as possible.
Caused by your own clumsiness—it can’t be the alcohol, you haven’t had that much thanks to the insane prices in the club—you accidentally use the wrong door to get outside, making you end up in the parking lot behind the building.
For fuck’s sake.
You open Google Maps, thinking it’s way too embarrassing to go inside the club a third time, until a voice startles you.
“Look, who we have here.”
Of course, none other than the guitarist, J.One, Han Jisung, your friend and crush is standing in front of you.
“You indeed had work today,” you tease him.
You haven’t forgotten about the shift in his demeanour once he put down the mask. You’re sure he’s noticed that you’ve realised way before this that it could be him. However, it still leaves you confused.
“Hm, the life of an industry plant is hard.”
Yeah. You’re not even mad at him. With all the things you said yesterday, you feel like the worst friend in this world.
God, you and your dumb stubbornness. This is your own fault, Y/N.
“Sung… I– I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were part of the group and–“
“Yeah, you in fact didn’t know. Still, there was no reason to judge us artists,” Jisung says.
His voice is stern. If he wasn’t so annoyed by the assumptions you made almost twenty four hours ago, your head would start spinning because of his strictness. You’ve never witnessed him like that and you feel even more awful that it makes you a little dizzy.
“I… I really liked the songs y-you played and you seemed to have so much fun on stage,” you add.
“Is that all?”
You don’t answer, too perplexed to react to this new type of Jisung that is standing in front of you. Not just his behaviour is different, but also his overall look—the leather jacket showing off how broad his shoulders actually are, the piercing on his lower lip making you want to place your mouth on his.
“Well, if that’s all there is, you should get back to Minho and I’ll head backstage.”
He slowly turns around on his feet.
“Sung– wait,” you interrupt him.
Jisung clicks his tongue, his eyes finding your own again.
“Yeah?”
You can see it. That stupid smirk on his face. His fucking beautiful face.
“You… I’m sorry I said those things. Unrelated to the fact you’re part of the band, that was very shitty of me to judge people I don’t even know just based on some fake-woke bullshit people said online. You also looked… s-stunning on stage, really. I’ve never seen you shine like this before.”
And it made me fall in love with you even more. Fuck.
“Thank you.” His words are honest. “So, what are you waiting for?”
Huh? What is he on about? Does he want to hear even more? This is so Jisung of him, fishing for even more compliments.
“W-What do you mean?”
He gets a bit nearer now, his hand wandering dangerously close to your face.
“Aren’t you coming backstage with me?”
Jisung pushes a strand of your hair out of your face, as if this is the most normal thing in the world.
Oh, God. Your heart is basically pumping out of your chest, knees getting weak and a sensation is building up in your lower stomach.
“B-Backstage?”
He nods, “Hm, I have the birthday present with me. It’s in my backpack. Of course, if you don’t have anywhere else to be.”
His finger wanders further, softly traveling over your cheek, down your jar, until he lets go of you.
“N-No. I’ll just text the group chat, so they don’t worry about me.”
Jisung gives you enough space to reach for your phone, before you start typing.
They will understand, right? It’s your birthday, after all. You can always join them later, maybe they can send a location and already look for a club you could go to.
You sent the text.
[You 23:09]: I’ll meet up with Jisung and his bandmates. Also got my jacket! Don’t wait for me. Thanks for spending my birthday with me and the amazing present. I love you guys, have fun clubbing and get home safely ❤️
You immediately get a reply.
[Felix 🐣 23:10]: Thank you for taking me with you! Have a great rest of your birthday, Y/N 🫶🏻
You see Minho typing. Yuqi starts texting, too. The three little dots from Minho disappear, no message being sent by him but another one hits you.
[Yuqi 🦒 23:11]: Have fun ✨ Thank YOU for spending your special day with us. I’m happy you liked our present so much 🥹🥰
Minho starts typing again until he stops and another text pops up.
[Minho 🐰 23:11]: use condoms
Oh, that little shit. You take a mental note to scold him for that later.
[Yuqi 🦒 23:12]: minhoooo 😭😭 you menace
[Felix 🐣 23:12]: DUDE JISUNG IS IN THE CHAT TOO
[Minho 🐰 23:13]: yeah, this was on purpose ;)
You decide to not follow the conversation further, placing your device back into the pocket of your dress.
Jisung suddenly grabs your hand, guiding you towards the back door of the venue.
It’s silent, but you don't mind. Your friend has always been the type of person who doesn’t make not talking to each other uncomfortable. That’s one of the many things you adore the most when it comes to him.
Walking down the hallway, you meet Jisung’s bandmates.
“A-amazing show,” you blurt out.
“Thank you, you must be Y/N, right?” You nod. “I’m Changbin.”
“I’m Chris. Jisung has told us a lot about you,” the taller one says with a grin.
In the corner of your eyes you can witness your best friend getting shy—the pretty reddish layer that enlightens on his cheeks makes him even more beautiful, if that’s possible.
“Well, see you later,” Changbin adds, before both of them walk away and disappear.
A minute later, you find yourself in Jisung’s assigned room. It’s just how you both imagined a backstage room of a rockstar and the backstage room of your friend Jisung. Piles of clothes are scattered all over the floor, indicating he put a lot of thought into his outfit and you can only agree.
Even here in the dim lights, off the stage, he looks alluring, almost god-like, you can’t deny it. Just once more, he catches you staring at him but he either doesn’t show you or he’s very subtle about it. After all, he tries his best to not let this little glance of yours mess with his stupid feelings for you.
It’s an odd situation. Of course, you’d behave differently and be excited—it definitely has nothing to do with him. You’re probably also looking forward to receiving your gift.
Speaking of, Jisung manages to walk around the chaos on the floor without stomping on the clothes with his plateau boots. He looks a lot taller now, wearing them, and also a thousand times hotter. Seeing him closer in his stage outfit allows your eyes to finally take in all the details.
The ripped jeans look great on him and so does the huge leather jacket with all the patches attached to the thick black fabric. You absolutely adore the way his hair is styled—the sides cut down to a few millimetres whereas the long strands are flowing down, curling themselves a little.
Fuck. You’re so absolutely doomed.
“This is for you,” Jisung suddenly says, standing beside you. You haven’t even noticed him approaching you but he hands you a small box that is covered in dark red velvet.
It looks like someone would store a… an accessory in.
No. He wouldn’t buy you something that expensive. You’re just friends, right? Wouldn’t that be weird?
You still reach for it, sending him a quick smile before you carefully open the soft box.
Your eyes are met with the most beautiful gemstone you’ve ever seen.
He can’t be for real.
It’s indeed the opal necklace you guys saw a few months ago when going shopping. You wonder, if he had just remembered it after all this time or possibly bought it back then without you even knowing.
Your mouth falls agape without you even knowing but you realise, once Jisung’s hand lands under your chin, tilting your head upwards so you’re looking at him.
“Happy birthday, Y/N.”
Immediately pulling him into a hug, your nostrils are greeted with the scent of his perfume, making your head get a little dizzy. Shit. You’ve underestimated this.
You’ve underestimated all of this.
But how can you stay calm when Jisung is near you?
Your best friend.
Your best friend who is a rockstar.
Your best friend who you’re desperately in love with.
He bought that fucking opal necklace for you. You’ve always thought you're annoying him with your monologues about gemstones but he was just paying attention, after all.
“Woah– thank you so much, Sungie,” you say, still holding him close. “This is extremely pretty—and fuck, so expensive. You’re crazy… Sorry, I forgot how to form a sentence.”
Jisung giggles.
He disconnects from your tight grip then, just to catch a glimpse of your beautiful face. Your best friend finds your eyes stinging with tears even before you’re able to grasp that. You look so perfect, just standing there, staring back at him. Jisung could melt at the sight.
He gestures for you to turn around and just for him you do a little swirl, before you hand him the velvety box. Jisung reaches for it, fishing the accessory piece out of it, as it’s circling around your neck now. Your fingers catch the opal, tips softly grazing over the gemstone. Your friend secures the chain and after that you turn around again.
God, the necklace looks so beautiful on you, as if the jewellery was made for you. As if mother nature created that certain stone just for you.
And whereas for Jisung…
He’s underestimated this.
He’s underestimated all of this.
But how can he stay calm when you are near him?
His best friend.
His best friend who was standing in the front row during his concert and watched every second of the show.
His best friend who he’s desperately in love with.
This whole scene, this whole evening, this whole everything makes him turn incredibly lightheaded. He wants to blame it on the drink he had on stage but this didn’t m do anything to him. He’s not even tipsy. If he’s drunk, he’s drunk on his feelings for you—as cheesy as it sounds.
But Jisung can’t confess to you. Not on your birthday.
What if it doesn’t go well? Not only will your friendship suffer from it but you’re forced to be reminded of that embarrassing situation of a lifetime whenever you reach another year around the sun.
“What are you thinking about, Sungie?”
Fuck.
He’s helpless. He’s absolutely helpless whenever you use that nickname, it’s a crime, really.
There’s no going back. 
Not when you look at him like this—so hopeful, so absolutely hopeful, encouraging him to gather up enough confidence.
“I… I’ve bought the necklace for you so everyone knows that…”
His words get cut off in his own throat. He’s underestimated everything once again. Shit. He’s so fucking overwhelmed. Jisung is a thousand times more nervous than when he’s on stage.
“That, what?”
But it’s now or never, right?
He sighs and takes a deep breath.
“That y-you belong to me. I’m so sorry for confessing this on your birthday but you’re my muse, Y/N. You’re more than a friend to me, you’re the one who inspires me the most and just knowing you enjoyed seeing me do what I love, makes me the happiest man on this planet,” he explains.
That you belong to me.
He says that you belong to him.
The one and only Han Jisung, your best friend, the rockstar, says that you belong to him.
This is—without a single doubt—the best birthday present you have ever received.
Your thoughts are running free, probably at the speed of light by now and at the same time you’re not able to think straight at all.
You tilt your head a little, creating a posture and mimic that Jisung can’t really interpret and it would be an understatement to say that it confuses him even more.
You’re confused, too. Overwhelmed how to answer although you technically know what you want to say. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long and now that the time is right, the words get stuck in your throat.
“Jisung… I–“
“You honestly don’t have to say anything,” he interrupts you. “I don’t expect anything. If you want, I can call Minho to pick you up so you can get back home–“
“Why are you talking about Minho? Why would I want to go home? I don’t understand,” you tell him.
Why is he bringing your other friend into this? You dearly hope he didn’t get insecure because of the little touches you shared with the older one earlier.
“Because I just overshared and confessed my feelings even though you don’t even like me back and–“
You decide to shut his rambling up by kissing him.
And, oh God, do his lips feel perfect pressed against your own. It feels like fireworks are shooting up right above you. It feels like the leaves of the maple trees turning bright orange once autumn is around the corner. It feels like getting a taste of your favourite ice cream flavour on a late summer afternoon.
It’s everything you’ve ever needed.
Jisung—despite all his second guesses—decides to take the lead, when you welcome his tongue in. You’ve never experienced him like this. He’s pulling you closer, wishing to be even nearer to you, as a groan slips from his mouth, making him sound like a man starving from hunger—hunger for you.
It doesn’t take long for him to push you towards the styling table at the end of the room and when your ass collides with the wooden material, he hovers you onto the surface. You instantly part your legs for him, as Jisung is now standing right between your thighs, still busy kissing you, not even thinking a second about letting go of you.
Until those stupid thoughts creep inside his head again.
What if it’s nothing serious for you?
What if he’s about to make a fool out of himself when it turns out you don’t like him back?
It is ironic that Jisung is such a confident musician out on the stage but gets insecure so easily just from his own stupid thoughts.
He can’t help but pull away from you. His confused eyes find yours and that’s when it clicks for you, too. This wasn’t the best way to continue a conversation like this. Of course, your feelings took over you and sometimes actions say more than a thousand words but there’s still too much left unspoken, you get that, too.
“Sorry, I should have asked first…” you admit with a small voice.
Jisung takes a deep breath. It feels as if regret is plastered over his face but you might be wrong. You’ve never been good at reading people’s expressions.
“What does this mean, Y/N?” he asks. “I swear, if you’re playing with me I–“
“I’m not,” you immediately answer, reaching for both his hands with your own. You give them a soft squeeze before you bring your gaze back to him, taking a deep breath that’s absolutely necessary for what’s to follow.
“I like you back, Sungie. You’re more than a friend to me. There is no one in this world that understands me more than you do.”
His lips are brushing your again, ending in another one of those passionate, this time slower, kisses.
“Fuck… how is this your birthday but it’s literally the best day of my life?”
You chuckle, unsure what to reply.
But there’s no need to contemplate, when Jisung is busy attacking your jawline with rough kisses next, before he paints your neck with the same ones. This is when the first pathetic little whimper spills from your lips, as you’re unable to hold back that waterfall of emotions.
You’re here with him.
With Jisung. Your best friend turned lover.
Han Jisung, the fucking rockstar and you are his muse.
This is a dream come true.
You’re already absolutely hypnotised, both by the scene itself as well as Jisung’s passionate touches, the kisses being drawn all over your skin. He lets go for a moment, to get you to focus on him.
On eye level again, his gaze is basically taking your clothes off—until his hands sneak around your waist, pulling you closer, as his mouth finds your own. Kissing Jisung feels so natural, it’s as if you’ve done this a thousand times before and at the same time, every new touch feels as if it’s the first ever.
He earns a whine from you, when he pulls back. But you’re forgetting about the sudden loss of touch, when his palms wander towards your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh a little, while another make out session starts. Your arms are thrown over his shoulders, fingers playing with his curls.
Jisung’s hands decide to go on a little adventure, as they brush the hem of your beautiful dress. When the guitarist spotted you in the crowd earlier, his mouth fell agape at the sight of you. Luckily, his mask was there to hide that expression. Sometimes it feels, as if he is your fan, cheering you on, just for your sole existence.
That’s exactly what he’s gonna show you tonight. This will be a birthday that you’ll never forget.
His lips are—as usual—attached to yours, tongues entangled and dancing together to the beat of your hearts. Sneakily, Jisung slips his hands under the dark fabric of your outfit, painfully slowly wandering upwards to your heat.
As if you’re on autopilot, you spread your legs even further, while you feel Jisung chuckle against your mouth. God, having you this eager for him and only him is the best dream come true.
Jisung isn’t just the happiest man on this planet, he’s the happiest man in this whole fucking universe.
And it’s proven when he’s once again allowed to listen to those beautiful sounds you make, those high-pitched moans that slip out of you, when he wanders further. Without a warning, two of his fingers brush over your panties—finding a wet patch right there.
This is all he needs to whisper the following words, “Just so you wait, I’ll show you who you’ve always belonged to.”
Your mind practically goes blank after that. Jisung yanks your skirt higher with his free hand, exposing your lower body to him. He looks like a starving man, ready to devour you.
In an instant, he is dropping to his knees, lips attacking the insides of your thighs. 
The sensation is spreading through your whole body, just like the waves of the bass did earlier when they rushed through your heart.
Speaking of, your pulse is sprinting by now and it gets even more intense with the slow pace Jisung has set—trying to tease you as much as possible.
A few seconds later, he finally has mercy with you, as he slips down your underwear, leaving your pussy bare naked for him. Your arousal is glistening in the light of the LEDs and Jisung could just stare at you for hours, watch you squirm in anticipation, waiting for him to touch you, to pleasure you, to take you as he pleases.
You sense two fingers exposing you even further, when he spreads your pussy lips apart. A string of saliva hits you next, before Jisung finally brings his mouth into play—tongue colliding with your sensitive nub, he starts playing with your clit. His digits are teasing your entrance, smearing the mixture of your own liquids and his all over you.
“All mine, only mine, do you get that?”
Oh, fuck. Han Jisung is gonna be the death of you.
“Sung– touch me, please–“
You’ve never begged for anyone so easily in your whole life but with Jisung you don’t need to play hard to get, you can let go of all those curtains hiding your true inner self.
“What was that?”
That little brat. You’d scold him for it but—fairly speaking—this is incredibly hard when he’s drawing those circles all over your bundle of nerves, as he’s busy teasing your hole. You’re clenching around nothing and you’re sure he notices it.
“Fingers– inside– please.”
He lets out the evilest laugh you’ve ever heard, “Slut is already fucked out just from my tongue, hm?”
He wonders how he hasn’t lost his mind yet. Jisung’s cock is unbelievably hard—being neglected in his pants. He’s underestimated this whole situation a lot.
That’s how he justifies it, when he finally gives in. Two fingers are pushed into your wetness at once. You wince first, but Jisung makes sure to be gentle with you—prepping you for him, scissoring you open so that you’ll be ready to take him, soon.
He catches a glimpse of how you’re drowning out your angelic whimpers with the back of your hand. This is why he comes to a halt, stopping his actions.
“Baby, don’t hide, let everyone hear you, yeah?”
You nod, doing exactly as you’re told when he dives back in. Slurping sounds are filling the room, as Jisung moans against your heat. He’s pumping his fingers in and out of you, always making sure to keep his eyes fixated on your own.
You’ve lost control a long time ago. You’re not able to hold anything back, when it’s Jisung pleasuring you, guiding you towards your orgasm. Shaky legs are indicating you’re getting close, the same does your hand that has found his head, fingers entangled in the curls.
And then, the inevitable happens. Without a warning.
Your mind goes blank, as white sparkles fill your vision, while your body is brought to completion by none other than your best friend turned lover.
You struggle to catch your breath but Jisung helps you through your climax, slowing down when he feels you getting more and more sensitive.
Silence rules the room, until you look into each other’s eyes and both start giggling.
Well, you didn’t expect an orgasm to be on your birthday present list, but the night is getting better and better.
However, you feel as if Jisung should get something in return. First, he put hard work into the show tonight. Second, you should make up for the things you said yesterday. Third, you simply want to touch him, too, to find out what he tastes like, what he looks like when he shoots his seeds down your throat.
“I think you deserve a sweet little treat for the amazing show,” you whisper.
All that brat does is chuckle and get up, as he grabs you by the waist for another heated kiss. As you taste yourself on his tongue, you stand up from your seat, as you dress falls down again. Creating a pretty path down his jawline and neck, you help him out of his huge leather jacket first.
Jisung is quick to pull his shirt over his head as well, before he catches you staring at him for a little too long. He shuts the thoughts inside your head up by kissing you again, before he watches you fall down to your knees. In an instant, your hand wanders upwards to his crotch, as you start palming his straining erection through the fabric of his jeans.
“Get that thing off,” you order and Jisung instantly follows suit, jumping out of the pants.
You look at him with a mischievous smirk, as the man above you is impatiently waiting to be touched by you.
“Ready, baby?” you ask and all he does is nod.
You reach for the hem of his boxers next, sliding them down. His cock springs free, even harder and thicker than you would have imagined. Your hand immediately seizes around his length, as you start stroking him.
There’s something exciting adding to your dynamic when you realise that he’s fully naked and you’re almost entirely dressed—except for those panties that earlier ended up in the pocket of Jisung’s jeans.
“Baby, please, don’t make me wait any longer,” he begs.
“Well, how could I decline such a plea like that?”
A wink from you follows, before a long stripe of your tongue glides over his shaft.
Waves of pleasure are floating through his system, when you fully take him in. You always make sure to keep your eyes fixated on his, while you start bobbing your head up and down.
He’s getting more confident again, too. Jisung is sure to get the upper hand in this, especially, when he reaches for your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail to guide you just how he likes. It feels as if you’re made for this, as if you're made for him.
“Come on, I know you can take it,” he says, when he slowly starts bucking his hips into you.
The vibration those moans of yours send to his length are driving him insane but he’s the last one to complain. You’re getting sloppier, drooling all over his dick and you just let him enjoy the scene and view.
“Make a mess, baby,” Jisung encourages you.
Fuck. He is absolutely sure this is both the prettiest picture he’s ever laid his eyes on and the most beautiful sound his ears have ever witnessed.
This beats everything—the adrenaline rush he’s got from being on stage earlier is nothing compared to the sensation of your warm mouth hugging his cock.
His heartbeat starts echoing in his ears, when Jisung comes to the realisation of how fucking close he already is. No one has ever made him feel this way.
He feels himself almost twitching in your mouth but he knows that he doesn’t want to get his cum to waste—so, he pulls out, earning another pathetic whine from you.
Jisung helps you up and out of your dress. Since the bra was integrated in the fabric, he is now realising you’re bare naked underneath. He admires your figure for a minute too long, letting out a sighed ‘wow’.
And you just look at him. Patiently waiting like the good girl you are. Every cell of your body craves him. There’s no going back.
“I’ve never wanted someone to fuck me this badly,” you tell him and Jisung might cum at the spot.
You’re ready to be ruined by Jisung and he’d be an idiot to not take this chance that he’s been waiting for for years now.
“Wait, let me grab a condom real quick–“
Your hand wraps around his wrist, “I’m on the pill and I seriously can’t wait, please stay here.”
Jisung nods, more than excited that he’s about to feel you raw.
However, there’s no rush, really. At least that’s how that menace decides to tease you a little further. Another kiss gets placed on your lips, all slowly, all romantically—before he abruptly grabs you by the hips to turn you around.
You get bent over the table, legs parting again on their own. Jisung is squeezing your butt, his other hand busy aligning the tip of his throbbing cock with your aching cunt.
“Ready, baby?”
You hastily nod, failing to let out anything except for a loud ‘yes, please, hurry’.
So, Jisung pushes in, opting for a few centimetres at first to give you some time to adjust. Once you have given him a sign, he starts moving in and out of you. Caused by your wetness, squelching sounds are playing in the room, showing Jisung exactly who’s making you feel this damn good.
“Look at what a good slut you are– fuck, just for me, yeah?”
You nod again and again, upper body by now falling further, but he catches you, circling an arm around your throat from your front, adding the lightest pressure to the sides—but it’s mostly just to keep you in a certain position, so you can observe the two of you in the mirror.
“Look at youself, baby. Watch how I fuck you, watch what a whore you are for me.”
You do as you’re told, observing your smeared makeup and your eyes filling up with tears, while you allow Jisung to basically rail you into oblivion.
“Such a good girl, baby. You’re such a good girl. So tight for me.”
It’s clearly the softness in his voice and the roughness in the way he pounds his cock into you, that makes you oblige. The moans are blurting out of you, turning into the most beautiful melody of the night.
“Shh, look at me in the mirror, eyes on me, Y/N.”
Your gaze flickers towards Jisung’s reflection now and it’s the most beautiful view you’ve ever been granted. You’ve underestimated the effect all this has on him—but he’s nothing better, fucked out expression decorating his face, droplets of sweat lying on his forehead.
But when Jisung sees you looking at him, his possessive side takes over him once again.
“Who owns this tight little cunt?” he hums into your ear.
“You, Sung–“ Completely thoughtless, you give in, as you add, “Just– cum, please–“
He’s fast to bring two fingers between your legs, as he starts rubbing your clit. It doesn’t take him long to bring you to your second relief of the night, as Jisung watches you come undone for him.
A moment later, he pulls out of you, bringing himself to his climax, before thick white ropes of cum are colliding with your ass and lower back.
Jisung doesn’t hesitate to take care of you, as he cleans you and puts you into some sweatpants and a shirt of his.
Watching your still fragile figure, he reaches for your hand, “You’re gonna be my lucky charm from now on, hm? For every concert? Cheering for me, right in the first row, yeah?”
You chuckle.
“Under one condition.”
“Yeah?”
“You’ll bring me backstage every time and tell me more about your new song, Gemstone,” you say.
“I knew you would be my number one fan… the only one that truly matters.”
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❤️ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just like last year, I am here to give a present to my readers on my own birthday hehe (a few days late this time). I hope you enjoyed the story! If that's the case, please consider reblogging and leaving a comment with your thoughts. There are really no limits, every kind sentence is highly appreciated. Thank you for considering this and happy libra season! Have a nice day and thank you for being here.
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shoverse · 3 months
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| • skz maknae line — caught simping for them • |
📂 pairing; han jisung x gn! reader, lee felix x gn! reader, kim seungmin x gn! reader, yang jeongin x gn! reader
📂 cw; swearing, nsfw jokes, insecurities, jeongin is a dick but he's actually not u just thought it was him but it wasn't. tbh just read it like how i gon explain this shit.
📂 a/n; I WAS WATCHING MAYA WINKEY WITH MY BESTIE POOPOO WHILE WRITING THIS SO THAT MAY HAVE ALTERED THE QUALITY ☹️ not like my fics r high quality anyway WHATT 😭
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#05 — han jisung • 한지성 !
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#06 — lee felix • 이필릭스 !
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#07 — kim seungmin • 김승민 !
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#08 — yang jeongin • 양정인
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9𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐦: 𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠
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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 @astraysimp, "9 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠"!
𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭! 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬
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𝐭𝐰: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐲 ; 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠) ; 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ; 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ; 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐯 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ; 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 ; 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭 ;
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One thing about Han Jisung, is that he’s always horny. 
Always. Like, 24/7. And ever since the two of you got married three months ago, it’s as if something inside of him had snapped, and he became even hornier, if possible. Which brings you here, now, with you trying to cut onions and other vegetables for dinner and him, grinding his hard-on against your ass. 
“Jisung-ah…” you admonish him, pretending you don’t actually love the way his hard cock feels between your ass cheeks. 
“It’s not my fault, babe, we haven’t had sex in like a million years. Can’t blame a guy for being horny…” he mutters, pushing your hair to the side as he starts to leave open mouthed kisses on your exposed neck. 
“We had sex this morning, Ji,” you point out, trying to focus on slicing the onions rather than the wetness that’s beginning to pool in your panties when Jisung’s hands grip your hips. 
“A million years, exactly my point,” he huffs against your skin, now licking and sucking on your neck. 
You roll your eyes, and chuckle at his eagerness. Honestly, it’s kind of flattering, the way he always craves your body - it makes you feel like you’re truly beautiful as he claims you are, and throughout the years it has helped boosting your self esteem a lot. Hyping you up whenever you’re wearing an outfit he particularly loves - which happens at least once a day, smothering you with kisses all over your face and body, especially when he catches you getting ready in front of the bathroom mirror. These are just a few things he does on a daily basis, together with bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you stupid. 
Getting married didn’t really change anything for you - or if it did, it was only for the better. 
Jisung put a ring on your finger exactly one year after the two of you had started going out together, but truth be told, he mentioned he wanted to marry you on your first date. Oh, to think you nearly blocked his number after texting your best friend “on a date rn and this dude is WEIRD”. And now here you are - with him groping you and pressing his erection between your asscheeks while you’re making dinner. 
“‘M so horny, babe…” he mumbles, leaving a trail of kisses from your jawline to that spot behind your ear that he knows drives you crazy, until his lips brush the nape of your neck, which sends a shiver down your spine and makes you arch your back. 
“Ah, aren’t you hungry? Don’t you want me to make you dinner?” You suck in a breath when his fingers slip under your oversized shirt, which is technically his, and caress the skin of your stomach. 
It doesn’t take that long for you to realize you literally served it to him on a silver plate, but it’s too late to take it back now. 
“It seems to me that I’ve got dinner right here,” he chuckles, fingers wandering down, down, until they reach the hem of your panties. Then, he lands a light pat on your clothed mound, and you gasp. “Lemme eat you out, babe, please.”
Han Jisung - always desperate when it comes to sex, even though you have plenty.  
“Fine,” you give in - it was just a matter of seconds, you know you can’t resist him. “But you better be quick if you want me to make you ramyeon for dinner,” you warn him.
Jisung doesn’t answer, he simply withdraws his fingers from inside your pajamas and literally drops to his knees behind you. Then, he hooks his fingers on each side of your pants, and pulls them down your thighs together with your panties, revealing your naked butt. He bites his lip at the sight, then lands a slap on one of your asscheeks. 
“Perfect ass,” he mutters under his breath, before kissing the very same spot he’d previously slapped. “Can’t believe it’s all mine,” he’s thinking out loud at this point. “Bend over, babe,” he tells you, and you immediately drop the knife in your hand and do as he said, and you hear him groan from behind you at the sight of your bare pussy. “Just like this pussy…” he spreads your asscheeks with his hands, “all fucking mine.”
You grip the counter when he licks a stripe that goes all the way from your clit to your entrance. He knows all the places that drive you crazy, so he’s quick to swirl his tongue around your sensitive clit, sucking on it until he feels your legs begin to shake. Him eating you out from behind is even hotter, you think, and even though you can’t see his face you’re absolutely sure he looks completely fucked out - pupils blown, cheeks flustered, with his own spit and your arousal dribbling from his chin. He hums against your skin as he captures your clit with his hot, swollen lips and sucks hard. 
“My pussy,” his words are muffled, his face literally  pressed against your folds. “Mine,” he repeats with a low grunt. “Tell me it’s fuckin’ mine, babe,” he whines as he continues to stimulate your clit with his tongue. 
“It’s yours,” it’s your turn to whine. You’ve been trying to keep quiet so far since your neighbors are a true pain in the ass and like to complain about every fucking thing - and yes, you received complains about how loud you and Jisung are during sex, but it’s impossible for you to keep your mouth shut now, especially with how good he’s eating you out. “Don’t stop, please. Please, ‘m so close,” you beg - his favorite sound in the world. 
Jisung would never stop. Yes, he likes edging, but he likes it on himself - you? He’d never not let you cum, especially when you’re asking so nicely. So he does exactly what you need him to - with his nose brushing the sensitive skin between your entrance and your other hole, he makes you cum by repeatedly lapping your clit until he feels your legs tremble and shake. You muffle a sob, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand as you grip harder on the counter until your knuckles turn white - releasing all over Jisung’s mouth and chin.
Just like edging, Jisung likes overstimulation when it’s performed on him - he knows you’re not that into it, so he pulls away as soon as he’s sure you’ve let it all out. Wiping your release off his face using a napkin or his t-shirt sounds like a waste, so he just uses his tongue to lick his lips and chin, savoring the way you taste as he pulls your pajama pants up. 
The aching problem between his legs is still there, though. As soon as you turn around to face your husband, your eyes take in the mouthwatering sight of the tent in his grey sweats that leave nothing to the imagination. Now it’s you who’s desperate, pussy aching for his cock. 
“Fuck, bedroom, now.”
Jisung grins cockily. “Thought you just wanted something quick?”
“Yeah, we can always get ramyeon delivered.”
“That’s my wife,” he chuckles, and the next thing you know he’s picking you up bridal style and heading to your bedroom, but your heart skips a beat at the word wife coming out of his mouth. 
You two are soulmates, there’s no other way to explain the overwhelming feeling that fills both of your hearts whenever you look into each other’s eyes. As he lays you down on the mattress with all the care in the world and lies down between your legs, Jisung doesn’t stop staring into your eyes as he keeps wondering how the hell did he get so lucky. Little does he know, you’re wondering the exact same thing. 
“You’re the love of my life, you know that?” he whispers, fingers toying with a lock of hair that fell right in front of your face. 
“I’d hope so, you married me,” you giggle, then kiss the tip of his nose and don’t miss the way his cheeks turn pink. 
“I’m serious,” he says. “I’m so happy I married you.”
“Ah, Jisung, you can’t say things like that to me! You’re gonna make me cry,” you pout, your eyes teary. 
“No, no, no crying! ‘M sorry, back to fucking.”
There he is, the little perv.
He undresses you quickly, and he swears his dick got even harder at the sight of your hardened nipples on full display for him - he wraps his lips around one of them, as he takes your pajama pants off and throws them across the room without a care in the world. Then, he does the exact same thing with your panties. With his gorgeous wife lying on his bed, naked just for him, he knows he’s not gonna last long. Kneeling on the mattress right between your legs, he crosses his arms over his chest to take off his oversized t-shirt. 
“Mhh, someone’s been working out,” you bite your lip, running your fingers over his abs. 
“Yeah, Bin’s workout routine is crazy, but it’s finally paying off,” he chuckles. “You like it?”, he asks you. 
“Looks sexy on you,” you nod, “but I like you either way, whether you have abs or not doesn’t really matter-“
You’re cut off by Jisung pulling down his sweats, freeing his hard cock. He’s not wearing underwear, the little slut. You gasp at the sight of his rock hard length, tip red and leaking pre-cum already, balls full, ready to be milked. He’s staring at your pussy while licking his lips, no thoughts on his mind apart from how much he wants to pump you full of cum right now. It’s not a want, actually - it’s a need.
“Fuck, babe, you’re so hot. How are you so hot? Drive me fuckin’ crazy,” he mutters, “make me so fuckin’ hard, you see?” He pumps his hard cock a few times and holds back a whimper, but you don’t miss the way his dick twitches in his hand.
“You make me so wet, too, Ji,” you whine, looking him in the eye as you circle your clit with your own fingers, making sure you’re wet enough for when he slips inside. You are wet enough - dripping, in fact, especially from the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave you. 
“You’re gonna make me cum so soo, fuck. Turn around, babe, lie on your tummy,” Jisung says eagerly.
There’s a thing that Jisung loves to do during sex, and that thing is holding your hand. 
Lame and cheesy, one may think, but there’s a reason behind it - ever since the two of you got married, he loves to see your fingers intertwined and look at your wedding bands as he pounds you hard into the mattress. To him, there’s nothing better than having you lying on your stomach, him on top of you - his favorite position, as he fucks his cock into you. 
He’s between your legs within seconds, his hard cock in his hand, ready to align it to your wet entrance. There’s no better feeling than the one of slipping inside of you, feeling your hot, wet walls hugging every inch of his cock perfectly, as if you were made for him. When the tip of his cock finally parts your folds and enters you, he swears he saw God. With one hand gripping your hip, he eases his throbbing length inside of you slowly, giving you enough time to adjust to the stretch. 
“Oh my God,” he whines when he’s only halfway in, “shit, how are you so tight? We fuck every day, fuck, my cock spends more time inside your pretty pussy than inside my pants - and you’re still so fucking tight. Suckin’ me right in, babe, shit,” he moans, finally bottoming out, and you whine as well. 
He lets go of your hip, then presses his body against yours so that his chest is pressed against your back as he takes a few deep breaths. He feels big inside of you, he is big, after all - filling you up perfectly, brushing all the right spots inside of you. 
“You feel so good, Ji,” you sigh and arch your back when he starts to leave soft kisses on the nape of your neck - one of your most erogenous zones. 
When he taps the palm of his hand on the mattress, you know exactly what he wants, so you place your own hand on top of his. You can physically feel the way his cock throbs once his eyes take in the sight of your fingers intertwined and your wedding bands together. 
“God, I love this so much,” he grunts, as he starts to thrust himself inside of you, his forehead pressed against the back of your neck as he lifts his hips a bit to allow his cock to hit that special spot inside of you. “You’re mine, fuck, all mine,” he whimpers, “‘This pretty pussy ’s all mine, shit, ‘m so fuckin’ lucky I married you,” he’s rambling, completely pussy drunk. 
Another kiss is placed right in the middle of your shoulders as he keeps on pounding faster inside of you, making sure to not go too hard since he knows you’re way more sensitive in this position since it allows you to feel him even deeper. There’s something delicious in the way his hips meet the skin of your ass with each thrust - sounds of skin slapping on skin are filling the room together with your loud moans and whines. You don’t give a fuck about your neighbors, not when your husband is fucking you so good. He holds your hand even tighter, and when you feel his cock throb inside of you, you know he’s close. 
“You close already, hm?” You ask him between choked sounds, not to make fun of him - you actually think it’s hot that he’s so whipped for your pussy. “You gonna cum for me? You gonna fill me up?”
He nods, panting. “Yeah, ‘m gonna cum,” he whines, the sounds of his balls slapping against your skin is all that fills your ears, together with his heavy breathing, “lift your hips, babe, let me play with your clit. Fuck, let me make you cum,” he moans. You oblige immediately, and he wastes no time in pushing a couple of his fingers in his mouth to coat them in spit.
His hand slips between your legs, the pads of his fingers finding their place on your puffy clit, and he begins to draw tight circles on it, determined to get you off at the same time as him. 
“Can’t wait to fill you up,” he huffs, his cock hitting a deeper spot inside of you with the way your back is arched, “‘m gonna fill you to the brim, fuck. Gonna pump you so full of cum your damn pill’s gonna fuckin’ fail you,” he grunts, holding your hand tighter. 
“Please, do,” you whine. 
“Fuck, you want that, huh?” Jisung’s hips slap against yours hard and fast - you’re both so, so close. “Want me to fuck a baby into you that bad, huh?”
Neither of you is thinking straight right now, the words are just rolling off your tongues automatically. 
“‘M gonna cum, Ji, ‘m gonna cum so hard,” you tighten your grip on his hand and arch your back even more as your orgasm hits you, harder than the previous one and much more intense - that’s the effect his cock has on you. 
Jisung cums as well as soon as he hears your pretty moans and feels your sweet cunt clenching around him, milking him dry, and as soon as his gaze falls on your wedding rings - the symbol of your love. White ropes of cum shoot right inside of you, coating your walls in his seed and his thrust inside of you come to an abrupt halt. “‘M fuckin’ cumming, babe. ‘M fucking filling you up,” he pulls his fingers away from your clit and places them on your hip, gripping your flesh tight. 
His body collapses on top of yours, and he starts to leave small pecks on the naked skin of your shoulders. His cock is softening inside of you, and you cal already feel his cum starting to drip out of your hole, but you don’t really care - you love this type of intimacy with him, you crave it. So you stay like this for a while, catching your breaths, with him on top of you nuzzling your skin with the tip of his nose as he leaves soft kisses here and there.
But little do you know that it won’t take long before you and your husband find out you’re in for a big surprise, one that’ll change your lives forever.
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-> 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭! “𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧” 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝.
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We're not better off as friends.
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Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 5.4k
Summary: after months of basically drifting apart, your best friend asks you to come with him to his family's cabin and on the first night, things already take an unexpected turn, leaving you questioning if friends is all you want to be.
Warnings/Tags: non!idol au, best friends to lovers (sorta), reader's first time, semi-angst, semi-fluff, explicit content, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, slight dirty talking, somewhat praising, Han's pull out game is pretty good.
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Ever since the day you were paired up with Han for a grade 6 science project, the two of you were inseparable. At first, he was awfully annoying because he refused to leave you alone at recess, but it wasn't until you actually asked him, way too harshly, why the hell he didn't go and bother someone else, that you found out why. 
You'll never forget the way he looked at you that day when he said you're his only friend. You were guilt-ridden and disgusted with yourself for how you treated him. You were a friend in his eyes but to you, he was just plain annoying, so you took him under your wing the very next day. 
You discovered things in Han during your ever-growing friendship that you'd never seen or known from anyone else you've ever met, things that made you feel like you really picked up a good package of a best friend. 
He was supportive of everything you did, even when he didn't agree with it. He made you feel like your feelings were valid no matter how many outbursts he fell victim to, and he never ever, not once, made you question his loyalty towards you. 
In the middle stages of high school, just like every other girl who was straight and had a guy best friend, you also woke up one day and found him to be somewhat attractive. Which was purely hormones because when you look back at the yearbook, he wasn't nearly as mind-blowing as he is today. 
But nevertheless, something about him gave you excited little shivers whenever he came over, a warm, fluttering in your belly igniting when he gave you a hug or when you guys had sleepovers and he'd refuse to sleep alone in the guest room. 
Your parents loved him, and his loved you too so there was never anything strange about the two of you sleeping in the same bed, but for you, it was pure torture to feel his body up against yours if he spooned you when you knew you would never be able to satisfy your attraction for him. 
High school came and went, and you found yourself settling into the realization that things with Han would never develop into anything more, which was a sad and disappointing reality but one you had to face nonetheless, and when college came and the two of you split up to different campuses, that's when you started exploring. 
You didn't go through a phase like your other friends did; you didn't feel the need to fuck everything that moved. You had your few boyfriends, whom you made to wait many, many lonely nights until you allowed them to even try anything with you. Only one made it past second base, also known as making out, and it wasn't a pleasant experience anyway. 
You felt chemistry with him, but for some stupid reason, none of them matched the attraction you had towards Han. It had nothing to do with their looks, they just didn't make you feel as safe and accepted as Han did. So in order to stop trying to fill the void, you gave up on dating and enjoyed the single life. 
You and Han still met up regularly, and by the sounds of it, his experience in the dating realm was very much like yours, except the major difference being that he had a lot more relationships than you did, but he could never provide you a reason why he didn't just stick to being single. 
It didn't make him an asshole surprisingly, but it did make him distant. He became less affectionate with you whenever he was in a relationship, which you told him you understood and respected, but of course, the little girl in you missed those cuddles with your best friend. You held onto those moments when they did occur though in the few times he was single throughout that time period of his young adult life. 
But during your and Han's second year in college, he changed. Not just physically going from a bit scrawny and more bone than flesh to working out every day and building a body Calvin Klein would want as their front cover, but also internally. 
Han started to enjoy being by himself. He didn't feel the need to be in any kind of relationship to feel better about himself and his confidence grew enough for him to be sure of who he is, without being a dickhead about it. 
You were glad he'd found contentment, and you were even more glad that he was glowing as a person. But even though it's been 8 months since his last relationship, Han hasn't been as affectionate as he always was with you, and it broke your heart to see him preferring to sleep on the couch than in your bed when he came over. 
You weren't sure why he'd changed, and you weren't sure you wanted to know either. You'd also…changed throughout the years, but besides your boobs getting bigger, gaining some form of body shape, and not wearing your hair in a bun every day, you were basically the same. 
You tried reaching out to Han, inviting him to festivals and camping with your other mutual friends, but he always rejected it. Until he finally reached out one day and asked if you'd like to go with him to his parent's house back home. 
You grabbed at the opportunity the moment it rose, saving up enough from your sideline hustle working down at the coffee shop on weekends to be able to pay for your flight and help towards groceries. The trip was set out for a month before he told you but you found yourself counting down the days till you could see him. 
You were incomprehensibly shaken by how much he had changed when you met up with him at the airport the morning of your flight. His hair wasn't straight or black as you last remembered it, it was blonde instead and even a bit longer than you recall. His skin was beyond flawless, not a single scar of acne, which you always envied of him. 
His body had changed even more than you could remember, you felt it when he wrapped his arms around you in greeting how much stronger they'd become, how defined his chest was, and just how tiny his waist really was. 
He looked phenomenal with his black jeans and tucked-in vest that looked like it could've been another layer of skin, and his jewelry topped it off in ways you didn't know would look as good as it did on him. 
Glimpses of the old Han appeared on your trip. He hugged you more than once, and he even stayed close beside you when walking through the flood of people to the boarding gate. He carried your duffle bag and he spoke almost as much as he used to. But something about him was still holding back, you just couldn't figure it out yet, but hopefully, the time away from the norm would relax him enough to open up to you. 
The flight was long and rather exhausting, but fun nonetheless because you had good company beside you. You and Han spent most of the time talking about what you'd been getting up to the last while. You discovered that Han did change a lot, even his eyes seemed to sparkle differently than they used to, but it wasn't entirely a bad thing. 
You found yourself getting sleepy after hours of talking and unknowingly rested your head on his shoulder when you fell asleep. You woke up to a stretched neck muscle, but feeling Han's warmth spread to your body under the blanket he must've thrown over you two, did a great job lulling you back to sleep again, you faintly remember the tingling feeling of his hand resting on your knee. 
Han’s parents hadn’t changed since you last saw them two years ago, but you could tell they were getting older. They were welcoming as always, immediately inviting you in for dinner even if you and Han were going to be sleeping in the cabin just a few yards away from the main property. His mom told you you’d grown up so beautifully since she last saw you, and so did his dad, and when you mindlessly looked across the table, Han was already looking at you with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“How’s it feel to be back home?” You ask Han as you walk onto the porch of the cabin you’re going to be sleeping in. The sun was about to dive under the horizon, the air cool and crisp.
You know it shouldn’t have made your stomach churn when you opened the door and saw only one double bed in the open-plan cottage, but somehow, maybe due to the unsettling distance Han has shown to you the last while, it was almost nerve-wracking to think about sharing a bed with someone you don’t even hug that much anymore, let alone share a room with for a week. 
“Feels good, I missed my parents,” He replies, straightening up and clearing his throat the moment you brush his shoulder. 
You glance over the green hills forming waves on the surface of the earth in front of you. The house is located in one of the most tropical parts of the country, and it has the prettiest view from up here in the mountains. 
“I missed you.” 
Han’s words make you face him, the depth of his eyes when he looks at you causing an awkward bubbling to arise in your throat, and you instantly reach out to nudge his arm with your fist as you chuckle, “Missed you too, Hannie.” 
You couldn’t understand why you were feeling so awkward. You were never the type to struggle with nervousness or awkwardness, but yet here you are, struggling to even look Han in the eyes as you settle down for the night. 
You'd taken a shower and put on your pajamas, joining him on the bed as he lay scrolling through his phone that he clicked off the moment you joined him. Your eyes drifted to his arms momentarily, and then up to his bare shoulders, your core pulling tight at the realization that he's topless. 
"You okay?" He asks, his voice bringing your eyes to the warmth of his. They widen when his eyes fall to your silk tank top busy slipping down your shoulder, the curve of your breast peeking out. 
You mumble a mhm, turning on your side to face the opposite way. You're just going to have to stick it out by avoiding him physically - at least just for tonight while your hormones are being so inconsiderate.
The room darkens as Han switches off the bedside lamp and you feel the bed dipping as he shuffles into place, a relieved sigh escaping from your chest. But then you hear the ruffling of the sheets behind you, and then the careful fingertips walking over your waist. 
"Can I hold you?" He whispers, his voice closer than you thought. A smidget of your sanity screams not to let him hold you - you don't trust yourself enough and the idea of going to bed with soaked panties makes you cringe. Still, the majority of your shameless insanity wins and you lift yourself to be brought flush to his bare chest as his strong arms curl around you and pull you closer. 
Your breath gets stuck in your throat when you feel him against you. His warm chest solid and firm behind you, his arm heavy and secure in the way it holds you in place. You wish your body wouldn't react this way to something you used to platonically do every single weekend, but your core leaves you devastated by the way your thighs slip over each other already. 
"You sure you're okay?" He asks again, "You're so tense." 
Fuck. 
" 'm fine," Your voice is a little bit more strangled than you thought but you hope it's enough to deter him from your deceiving body language. 
"I'm sorry I haven't been myself with you lately," He sighs, his voice is gentle, his breath warm against the back of your neck running shivers down your spine, "I just- it's hard for me sometimes." 
His fingers innocently play with the hem of your shirt while you try to remember how to focus on his words. The stupid crush you've harbored for your best friend since high school that you were absolutely certain had disintegrated, reappearing so rapidly in the past few hours that you wonder if it ever left at all and if the distance was just making you focus on something else instead. 
"It-it's okay Hannie," You manage once you've finally taken a few breaths, "People change all the time. I'm just glad I could be here with you now." 
Han is quiet after that, and you wonder if he's actually fallen asleep even though his heartbeat against your back is still loud as thunder. 
"Can I ask you something?" You whisper, refusing to turn around but allowing your fingers to reach down to his forearm, gently grazing over his silky skin. 
"Mhm?" His breathing is deeper than it was moments ago, and you hear him swallowing when you shift yourself to be able to lean up slightly.
"Why did you drift away from me?" 
He takes a moment before he answers, his voice barely a whisper, "Guilt, I guess." 
"I missed you when we separated for college. Not having you around had me searching for someone else to make me feel the same way you did. I kept looking, but none of them passed the test I didn't even know I put out. Until I realized that it was because they weren't you. But at that point, I also realized that I hurt you with how I was behaving, I knew it hurt when I became distant; I didn't know how to say sorry or fix it, so I guess I just decided to stop searching and wait." 
His words feel like an anchor in your chest, the unspoken apology for the hurt you didn't know he noticed instantly lightening the somewhat hidden disappointment you felt towards him. 
You realize something in his words, the confession to the very same thing you'd been struggling with during all of your relationships too, "What do you mean no one made you feel the same way I did? How do I- I mean, how did I make you feel?" 
Han's breathing stills, his body gradually tensing behind you, "Not how a best friend should."
You frown, finally turning over so that you can see him, not realizing how close he actually is to you. You can see his eyelashes casting shadows over the apples of his cheeks as he looks down at you, his hair lazily draped over his forehead. 
"What do you mean?" Your voice is gentle, careful not to break the crystal clear webs of electricity you feel between the two of you when your faces are this close to each other, your legs intertwined and your chests nearly touching, briefly wondering if you're the only one who feels it between the two of you. 
Han's hand finds yours underneath the covers and he turns it to place it flat on his chest, the rapid drumming of his heartbeat tapping on the heated pad of your palm. 
"Is-is this normal?" He asks, his eyes flickering between yours at the speed of light, big boba eyes widening. 
You chuckle at him, he's never failed to be cute even in the most heartfelt of moments, and bring a smile to your face. He chuckles with you after a few moments, until you catch his eyes looking down at your lips, his legs curling around yours even tighter as he hesitantly draws you closer. 
The air is deafeningly silent, the only sound being your breathing and the creatures of the night buzzing with life. 
“I’ve also started to feel guilty because of how hot I think you are,” He whispers, and even though you don’t want it to, a nervous giggle breaks through your chest. 
“Me? You think I’m hot?” 
“Are you kidding? You’ve had one of the best glow-ups I’ve ever seen. You turn me on way too much for me not to feel guilty about it. Which is partly why I just stayed away completely.”
It bothers you that this is the reason why you drifted apart. As best friends who should share everything with each other, you kept your biggest secret from each other for who knows how long. 
“That’s ridiculous,” You blurt out, “We drifted because of the attraction we have for each other?” 
“Each other?” His voice is small, eyes shiny in the little slither of moonlight provided through the slightly open curtains, “You- think I’m hot too?”
You sigh, subconsciously cursing the guard you never have up in front of your mouth, “Maybe a bit too much.”
Both of you chuckle at the confession you just made, and for a moment you feel nothing but content and satisfied, relief washing over your chest and warming you when your laughter dies down and you find yourself looking at Han in a comfortable closeness. You had no idea confessing would feel this relieving, you feared awkwardness and guilt or even regret.
His hand reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his forehead hesitantly resting on yours when he draws closer, "I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you," He whispers, his hand cautiously walking to your waist as he waits with a held breath, "Can I?" 
Your breathing stops, and it feels like your heart does too, but your words come out instinctively, "You don't have to ask." 
You close your eyes the moment your words fall from your lips before you can catch them again, your permission dangling in the air as a few beats of your heart thump in your ears. Then you feel the pillow underneath your head shift as Han moves, and gently, the tip of his nose against your own before his lips are pressed to yours. 
The breath he releases is shaky and so is yours, his hands brought up to hold your face as he takes your breath away with how he kisses you. 
You feel like you're floating. Like this is a vision, a dream some might say, that you would cry if you had to wake up from, yet he feels so real - so warm and so perfect. 
He draws back, swallowing before licking his lips smoothly, "More?" He asks, your instantaneous and excited nod cut short by his lips once again.
Han kisses you deeper this time, the movements of his head causing yours to tip back but he holds you firm with his hand on the nape of your neck. 
Your body, along with the guidance of Han's hands, guides you to messily climb on top of him while trying to kiss in between, your stomach churning the moment your core connects to his bulge in the motions. 
"Fuck," He curses with a hiss, his eyes darting down to where you're connected, "This still okay with you?" 
"I- uhm. W-would we still be friends after this? I mean, is-is this going to ruin our friendship?" You're embarrassingly breathless only after a few minutes of making out, but it doesn't phase you that much seeing as Han is just as breathless as you. 
"I don't know. D-do you wanna stop?" He asks in return, concern laced in his words. 
You realize at this moment that it might be best for your friendship to stop before it gets too far. You could always just be friends that kissed that one time. 
But what if you regret not taking this moment and running with it like your gut says you should? What if you regret not indulging in this moment? 
"No… I-I want this," Your voice is uncertain, there's a part of you that still is. But the majority of you feels like this is how it should be, "Do you? Do you want this too?" 
Han blinks up at you, looking deliriously beautiful with his hair fanning out beside his face, his skin glowing. His fingers walk up the exposed skin of your legs, curling around your hips as he holds you in place and gently rocks up, the bulge in his boxers hard and solid when it connects to your clit in the gentlest nudge, "What d'you think?" 
Another nervous laugh ripples through your chest, “I think you got a problem.”
“Yeah, I like you too much,” He chuckles.
His hands on your face pull you down to kiss him again before you respond, and he manages to smoothly switch your positions, him towering above you with the beautiful silver glow of the moon. His fingers tug on your shirt, and you sit up to help him remove it.
“Holy shit,” He breathes, “You’re gorgeous.”
His lips immediately dive down to place kisses all over your chest, settling on his belly as he looks up at you before taking one of your nipples in between his lips. Your body bursts out in goosebumps, temperature rising each second. 
He alternates between the two of them, watching you cautiously as you squirm underneath his lips, they suckle and tug on the hardening buds and it feels way too good for you to comprehend he’s only teasing your nipples. 
His lips disconnect from your chest, trailing slowly down your torso and halting when he’s at your shorts, his presence so close to your heat making you aware of how aroused you actually are. 
“Can I take these off?” He whispers, his fingers hooking under the elastic of your shorts and you lift yourself for him to remove them. 
Your knees suddenly draw closer, insecurities creeping under your skin like worms, “I-I’ve never, uhm. You’d be the first.”
The way you looks at you from between your legs that opened the instant his hand slid in between makes your chest pull tight, this eyes are warm and generous, gentle despite the hazy undertone, “I’ve got you, do you trust me?”
You nod your head, swallowing thickly. None of your exes have ever gotten to this point, some even begged to be where Han is now, but yet you spread your legs even further for him when his lips trail kisses down your inner thighs. 
You’d heard about being going down on and how good it feels, but you’ve never experienced it before and you’re sure the instant Han’s lips kiss your clit like he kissed you you’d never want to unknow that feeling. 
A tingling ripple shoots down your spine when his tongue darts out of his mouth and licks a stripe through your folds, a gasp ripping through your chest as your head falls back. 
“You taste fucking incredible baby,” He whispers, and when you look down you see him focused intently on your throbbing core as if he’s in a trance, “Been waiting so long, fuck.”
Baby. 
Something you'd been called before, but never has it mattered as much as it does now, you throw your head back as Han's tongue dips inside of you, squealing with delight at how it tingles. 
He sucks on your clit messily, the sounds so sinful as he laps at your folds and groans and grunts right into your flesh, all adding to the building pleasure deep in your core. 
His fingers clamp down on your thighs, creating dents as he holds you in place with no choice but to take the violent flicks of his tongue against your hardening bundle of nerves. Your hand flies down to grip his hair in warning, you've never been this close this quick before. 
"Holy shit, 'm gonna cum already," You warn him, your hips instinctively bucking up to chase after your high, but he gives it to you just right by pulling you down and keeping you there, and with a final suck of his lips paired with flicks of his tongue, he makes you cum with a loud yelp rippling through your chest. Your hand flies over your mouth to cover your cries, slightly embarrassed at how loud you got.
It's pleasure one second and nearly overstimulation the next, your body shuddering as you gasp, but you don't come down far enough, stuck in a state of haziness. Han makes you feel intoxicated with lust, with something brewing in your chest that you've never felt before. Could it have been purposeful that you never let any guy get close to you? Were you waiting for Han all this time? 
He sits upright, the tent in his boxers unreal in size with a pretty little dot of darkness where he's begun to leak. "H-how far do you wanna go?" He asks hesitantly, "I don't want to, uhm, I mean I do. But I don't want to hurt you, or, or y'know I-" He's so breathless, his chest heaving while his face glistens from your arousal, his hair messy and his face even messier, but there's a glow to him - a satisfaction. 
"A-All the way?" You're just as breathless, both of you deciding stupidly that now, being slightly fucked out and adrenaline-pumped, is the time to talk about this, "If you wanna, of course."
"Fuck I-I so badly want to," Han nearly whispers, messily sliding his boxers down the curve of his ass as he drops them to the floor to join your clothes, and you involuntarily gasp when you see his dick. It's beautiful, one that you should actually take pictures of and use online as a model for toys or something. Pretty veins throb underneath the skin, he's solid and you know it's gonna be a stretch to take him. 
"Are you sure you want this?" Han asks after shuffling closer and hooking your legs around his, his hands travelling up your waist reassuringly. You nod your head confidently, "I do, I really do." 
He smiles at you, the first sign of being present and not sucked into the tentacles of lust that is easily blamed for something like this, he's genuine and sincere when he looks at you like this. 
"I'll go slow okay? Tell me if it hurts too much." 
And ever so gently, he slowly brings his tip to kiss your entrance, lazily dragging himself through your folds for that extra slickness just to ensure he doesn't hurt you, his jaw clenches with a hiss, "You're so warm." 
It makes your stomach churn the way he's so gentle, so slow and so compassionate and focused on your heat as if it's the prettiest painting he's ever seen. You'd always known he was gentle, but you've never truly seen just how far his gentleness stretches until now. 
His hand on your hip finds yours as he interlocks his fingers with yours, eyes still focused on his cock and the way it's being welcomed by your body, you squeeze on his hand when the tip nudges in, hissing at the foreign feeling yet loving how it makes you clench in anticipation while he fills you up. 
"Okay, I'm in," He whispers after a while, his forehead beginning to shimmer with sweat in the moonlight while you wonder if it's from holding back or the actual humidity in the air. 
"You can move," You give him the green light once you've gotten used to the feeling of being this full, your muscles still clenching repeatedly at the newfound sensation. Gently, Han slides out of you and then leans forward to stilt himself on his hands as he begins to set a pace. 
It's a deep, slow, and controlled pace and it's making you feel delirious with pleasure, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sensation of each and every one of your spots that you didn't even know existed, being stimulated all at once. 
"Fuck, you're so tight," Han whimpers, his hips stuttering along with his words. 
"D-Does it feel good, Hannie?" You whisper, your fingers combing through his hair and he hisses at your words, arms nearly caving in as he moans a beautifully whimpered mhm. 
His pace picks up, skin making contact now beginning to flood the room along with your and his rhythmic moans, both basking in the smothering pleasure the other provides. Your moans fill his ears and become fuel, a sound he's always wanted to hear and often found himself wondering too deeply about, yet here you are giving yourself to him like you're made for it. 
"You feel so, so good, holy shit baby," He whines, his hands sliding down to grip your hips as he draws up, instantly speeding his hips up, your hands gripping his thighs as you feel yourself getting closer, pleasure causing your eyes to feel teary. 
“You’re fucking beautiful like this, holy fuck,” He chuckles, and it makes your chest warm with how you’re very aware your hair is probably a mess, your face a little fucked out yet he still finds you beautiful. His head tips back, his neck beautifully on display as the moonlight shines through the slits of the curtains, shiny sweat dewing on his porcelain skin, the veins in his neck throbbing beneath the surface as a groan rumbles through his chest, “ ‘m close, fuck.”
His right-hand slides from your thigh to between your folds, wetting the pad of his thumb as he begins to draw circles over your clit, your legs instantly beginning to tremble, “That’s it baby, clench for me like that.”
His words have your eyes rolling back and your spine arching as your orgasm draws closer your nails scratching marks into his thighs and his sides as you clutch onto anything you can find, “Y-you’re gonna make me cum,” You warn, and it’s as if something ticks in his mind because Han begins to thrust into you even faster, drawing more elicit sounds from not only between your legs but from your lips too.
“Gonna cum with me, baby?” 
You nod profusely, purposefully holding back on your threatening orgasm. 
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, c-cum with me baby, please.” 
The band in your belly snaps the moment he says those words to you, the strokes of his cock just too much to handle and you finally let go with a cry almost as loud as a scream. You feel Han shudder and grunt on top of you, letting go of your clit and pulling out instead, stroking vigorously until his head falls back, his chest heaving heavily until he locks eyes with you, eyebrows draw together as he paints the skin of your torso with his release. 
He squeezes his tip, ensuring he’s empty before gently slipping back into you, his arms trembling along with your thighs, a shuddering exhale escaping between his lips, “Holy shit.” 
Your arms wrap around him as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, the movement of your breathing causing chest against chest to brush against each other. 
He leans up, looking at you before connecting his lips to yours. He kisses you deeply, passionately and it feels so euphoric that you feel envious of any other soul that got to see him like this before you.
Gently, he slips out of you, “Stay here for me?” 
He returns from the bathroom just a minute later and wipes with what you assume is a warm cloth everywhere that you’re beginning to feel sticky, even endearingly cupping your heat to clean you everywhere. Each of his actions has you yearning with an ache in your chest, a need to always have him like this. 
“You doing okay?” His voice is hoarse but still gentle when he crawls up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he curls into your body, perfectly fitting with yours. 
“Better than I think I’ve ever been,” You chuckle.
“Do you regret it?” 
Your chest pulls tight, your heart tensing up in the confines of your ribcage, “No? Do you?”
“Honestly? I’ve never been more satisfied with a decision I’ve made before. I’ve been waiting for you, and I‘m glad I did.”
He presses a kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering just a second longer, and you allow your eyes to flutter shut in the warmth of his arms.
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sl6gszn · 5 months
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📁 what your snaps would look like if you were dating han
genre. social media au , fluff note. established relationship , gn!reader , probably cringey other members. chan , felix , seungmin , jeongin , minho , hyunjin , changbin , han
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gyuworm · 6 months
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BOYFRIEND TEXTS ✰ established relationship / fluff
; a glimpse of the texts shared between you and your boyfriend ; han jisung.
pairing. jisung x gn!reader
cw. none.
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author’s note. first bf texts in this mini series! <33 i hope you all enjoy while i work on a bigger project 😋🫶🏻 ( 1 / 8 )
© gyuworm. all rights reserved - tumblr is my only platform. do not copy , repost , steal , or translate any of my works.
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hanjsquokka · 5 months
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Hoodie - [ Han Jisung ]
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🐿 SYNOPSIS : Jisung comes over to your apartment, but the hoodie he's wearing looks all too familiar
GENRE : established relationship, pure fluff
PAIRING : han jisung × fem!reader
CONTENT WARNING : none
WORD COUNT : 1K
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You were greeted with silence in your apartment as you entered after a long day at work. Your boss always managed to make things ten times more frustrating than they needed to be. You spotted a sleeping figure on your couch as you walked by. Your boyfriend, Han Jisung — was a frequent visitor to your home (at least, on his free days he was). He shifted in his slumber, the anime running on the TV long forgotten.
As you drifted closer to him, you could make out the angle of his jaw line more clearly and his adorable cheeks weren't quite visible anymore. That made your heart ache. Going on tour was no easy feat, but seeing the love of your life so drained felt like a kick in the gut. Your hand moves to his hair on instinct, combing through the soft hair. You always wondered how his hair was so soft, despite dyeing it every few months.
"Hmm?" He groaned, his eyes cracking open a little to see you. "Oh, hey baby, I didn't hear you —"
"You can nap for a little longer. I'm going to shower and make some food."
"Is that food instant ramen?" He asked with a sleepy laugh.
"Don't hate on my love for noodles." You laughed, ruffling his hair a little more.
He pulled the blanket that was on top of him closer to his face. "Well, if you're going to take a while, I'll take a quick power nap I guess."
"You do that, baby." You got up from the couch and headed to the bathroom to take a nice, warm shower.
The shower really did wonders for your pent up stress. It felt like all of it washed off of you and went down the drain. Feeling refreshed, you wrapped a towel around yourself and went to your room to put on some comfy clothes. But the particular hoodie you wanted to wear was no where to be found. After spending about ten minutes emptying out the contents of your closet, you gave up and put on a t-shirt and shorts before heading to the kitchen to heat some water for your ramen.
As you were watching the noodles cook in the pot, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, sending a wave of butterflies throughout your body. Jisung rested his chin on your shoulder, his grip tightening around your waist.
"The wonderful smell of instant ramen mix." He mused, his voice sending fluttering vibrations throughout your skin.
"Yeah. I should probably go and buy real food tomorrow." You said, turning around to face him. "I haven't had time to grocery shop —" You paused, your gaze falling on the piece of clothing he was wearing. The oversized grey hoodie you were looking for earlier! But how did Jisung did get. Or rather, how long did he have it? "Ji baby..." You started with a small chuckle. "Is this mine?"
Jisung looked like a deer caught in headlights- his perfect crime was no longer perfect. "N-No...?" He looked away, no longer making eye contact with you. You gave him a look. He sighed. "Yeah." He admitted. "But I only took it because I was going to miss you! You know I haven't been feeling well lately and going on tour was just going to make it worse — not that I don't like performing, I love performing! But I really missed you." He added that last bit quietly, pouting — making his cheeks full.
"It's okay. I'm very honored to have had my hoodie stolen." You said, pulling him away from the stove (and switching it off, you couldn't have another chuseok disaster, now could you?) "It looks cute on you." You wrapped your arms around his waist.
"You think so? I think I was wearing a bit too often though. The boys thought I lost my luggage and this was the only thing I had left." he told you, laughing at his own words. "I didn't even wash it for a long while until someone — I swear Felix is just too kind for his own good sometimes — threw it in for laundry. Your beautiful scent was washed away." He said dramatically. "All I had left was the thought of you wearing this before, hugging me like I'd disappear if you'd let go as I tried to sleep."
You laughed. "You're more dramatic than Hyunjin sometimes, you know? How about... I give you my perfume?" You suggested. "That way even if Felix is just trying to be nice and wash your clothes because you're too lazy to do so (Jisung squeezed your sides at that) you can just spray some perfume and voila."
He thought on that for a moment. "That's a pretty good idea. Time to raid your perfume collection as well."
"As well? Just how many of my things did you steal Han Jisung?" You asked seriously, but a giddy smile was on your face.
"Not much. Your hoodie." He gestured to the one he was wearing. "Your sunflower necklace you broke? Your fluffy owl socks you thought the washing machine ate. And..." He paused for dramatic effect. "Your heart." He added with a smug smirk, making you blush.
"You're quite the thief." You said through your giggles. "I can't believe you took my socks though!"
"Hey, those socks are so cute and so comfy."
"I know! I liked them so much. You saw how upset I was when they didn't come out of the washing machine."
"Yeah. But I needed them more." He shrugged nonchalantly, hugging you tighter, planting a kiss on your forehead. "Also, I think we can't eat those noodles anymore." Turns out you didn't switch off the stove. There was now a boiling mass of something in the pot.
You let out a sheepish laugh. "Yeah."
"It's okay bubs, let's order some takeout. Can't have my baby slaving in the kitchen when she needs to be cuddling me." He picked you up, causing yet another fit of giggles to escape your lips as he carried you back into the living room.
AUTHOR'S NOTE : this was so fun to write T-T i desperately need a han jisung in my life >_< the only that gets stolen from me are my answers on my test 😔
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writerracha · 1 year
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⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ when you're spaced out — skz moments
↻ 1.5k (150-200 per member) :: established relationships :: mostly fluff. kissing, domesticity, mention of working out. a bit suggestive at times, but no smut.
↻ 18+ mdni :: not proof read, pls be kind :: masterlist
↻ it's my first time writing reactions like this, so I'm a little nervous, I hope some of you guys like it. 🥺!!
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° . chan
“Love?” You blink rapidly, turning towards Chan. He’s standing next to you, leaning slightly against the kitchen counter. “Are you alright? You’ve been washing the same plate for two minutes.” You look down at your hands, realizing he’s right. A laugh escapes your lips as you shake your head. “Wow. I just zoned out.” Chan smiles although you can see the slight worry in his eyes. “You’ve been working too hard. You need more sleep. How about we accept we’re getting old and go to bed early tonight?” You laugh again as Chan starts to help you with the dishes, drying what you’ve already washed. “Actually, I love the idea. But why are you helping me? You already cooked dinner.” you pout. Chan kisses your cheek. “I just like spending time with you, whether it be going on adventures or just drying dishes.” You give him a smile. “And getting to bed early?” He chuckles, nodding. “That too. Anything, as long as I’m with you, my love.” 
° . minho
It is only when Minho waves his hand in front of your face that you notice you’ve stopped pedaling on the stationary bike. You remove your earphones, catching his amused smirk. “Oh, don’t laugh at me,” you pout slightly. Your boyfriend leans against the bike, looking handsome in his fitted black workout clothes. “What were you thinking about like this? I hope it was me.” You shake your head in exasperation, starting to pedal again slowly. “It’s just this song. Reminded me of that time at the beach...” Minho chuckles. “So you were thinking about me.” You laugh. “Yes, but not in that way. Just at how great it was to be there together, watching the sunset.” Minho’s smile softens, and he steps forward to give you a long kiss. “We should go back there next weekend. Just you and me. What do you say?” 
° . changbin
You’re at a small party with friends. Changbin comes back to you after getting drinks to find you standing in a corner on your own, your eyes fixed on the floor, a sad expression on your face. He frowns with worry, approaches you slowly. “Baby?” he asks. When you don’t answer, he softly puts a finger underneath your chin, lifting your face so that your eyes align with his. You blink, coming back to reality. Changbin smiles tenderly. “Where were you right now?” Realizing you were completely spaced out, you chuckle and take the drink he’s offering you. “I have no idea. I started thinking about the work I have to do tomorrow, and…” Changbin slides an arm around your waist and kisses you temple. “Don’t think about that too much tonight. Tomorrow is still far away. Stay with me, okay? And when you feel like your thoughts lead you away, just squeeze my hand and I’ll bring you back.” You look at him, feeling so grateful for him. “I love you,” you smile, and he kisses you in response, clinking his glass against yours. “I’ll always be there for you baby.”
° . hyunjin
“Angel.” Hyunjin gently takes your hand in his, bringing you back to reality. You blush slightly, embarrassed at spacing out like you are. However, your boyfriend only looks amused, perhaps even enamored by your startled expression. “Is the food bad?” He asks. You shake your head, putting down your chopsticks. “No, the opposite, actually. So good I had an out of body experience…” Hyunjin lets out a sincere laugh, his eyes sparkling in the process. He’s brought you to his favorite restaurant for your weekly date, and you know it means a lot to him because he’s friends with the owner. “That good, huh? I ought to bring you here more often.” You smile, taking a minute to look at him. He looks like a dream with his long hair and white button-up. “I’d go anywhere with you,” you smile. “Especially if there’s good food.” He giggles, gesturing you to keep eating. You take a bite from your plate, humming in pleasure. “There’s nothing I love more than seeing you happy like this, angel,” he whispers, tenderness spilling from his voice. 
° . jisung
You jump in surprise when the television suddenly turns off, stopping the anime you’ve been watching. You turn to your boyfriend, who is sitting next to you, your eyes wide in confusion. He’s frowning, looking at you with concern. “Why did you turn it off?” you ask him. Jisung laughs. “I’ve been talking to you for two minutes but you weren’t answering!” You close your eyes, shaking your head, feeling bad. “Ji, I’m so sorry…” He takes your hands, squeezing your fingers tightly. He feels warm and soft. “Are you ok, baby?” You inhale softly, shrugging. “Just spacing out. I can’t focus on anything…” He leans in to stroke your hair, placing it behind your ears. “My baby. It’s ok, we can just cuddle if you want?” You almost want to tear up at his sweetness, and you nod. “I’d like that.” He smiles, pulling you in towards him so you can sit closer, bringing your legs over his, your nose buried in his neck. His hoodie smells so much like him. “Does that feel better? Just close your eyes, baby, get some rest.” He keeps stroking your hair, his breathing steady, and you feel safe there. 
° . felix 
You’re staring at the wall ahead of you, completely lost in thought. You came in the bedroom for something, you just can’t remember what. Suddenly, you feel two arms slide around your waist. Felix pulls you close to him, your back to his chest, and he puts a gentle kiss on your shoulder. That snaps you out of your daydream, but you just smile and relax against his body. He hugs you tight, his cheek finding a place against your hair. He smells good, his fingers interlocked against your stomach, his body warm and familiar. “I was wondering if you got lost,” he says softly. You giggle. “I came to the bedroom and forgot why,” you explain. Felix laughs and the depth of the sound is like music to your ears. It’s your favorite sound in the world. “Blankets,” he reminds you. “For our game night.” You sigh, turning around to kiss the tip of his nose. “Lucky I got you.” His eyes are wide and full of love, and the comfort of his presence is itself a blanket. “Now hurry up. I can’t wait to beat you at that game,” he grins. You scoff, nudging him playfully. “You wish.” 
° . seungmin
You stare up at the ceiling, breathless, a thin layer of sweat covering your skin. You barely notice Seungmin drawing the sheets over your naked bodies, making sure you don’t get cold. He kisses your temple, pulls your still trembling body to him. “Look at you, all spaced out,” he chuckles tenderly. You hear him, but you’re coming down your high still, your body getting heavy with sleep. It takes long seconds before you finally smile, brushing your nose against his skin. His hair is a mess, his familiar smell strong and intoxicating. “I think you just made my brain malfunction,” you chuckle. Seungmin grins. “That was the point. You deserve peace of mind, my love.” Seungmin has just made love to you passionately. It had been a while because you have both been busy, but the both of you were getting cranky, and having sex released the pent-up pressure. You’re so in love with him - the way he makes you feel, the way he takes care of you. He kissed you so deep, so slow, making sure that every muscle in your body relaxed. Now you just couldn’t think anymore - you felt calm for the first time in weeks. “You can sleep now,” Seungmin breathes in your ear. “I’ll watch over you.” 
° . jeongin
When Jeongin squeezes your fingers a little tighter, you realize you’ve been zoning out and haven’t heard what he’s just told you. You look at him apologetically, but he’s already smiling. “Spacing out again?” It’s been happening to you a lot recently. Too much on your mind, not enough rest… Jeongin tugs at your hand, bringing you closer, sliding an arm around your waist. You’ve both dressed warmly for your walk around the park, gloves and hats on. “Yeah, sorry…” You sigh, rubbing your eyes. “It’s okay, babe. We can just walk, we don’t have to talk. But I’m right there if you need to, yeah?” You nod your head, smiling at him. Your boyfriend is one of the best people you know. You can tell him anything, you know that - he will never judge you, and he gives really good advice, too. “I know, Innie. I know. I love you.” His eyes don't leave you for a second. "I love you more than words can say." You let your head fall against his shoulder, and the both of you keep walking, interlocked, the breeze against your cheeks.
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agi-ppangx · 8 months
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💭roommates to lovers (100 followers special)
chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin
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“oh my god, are you okay?” you heard jisung exclaim as soon as he saw you in the kitchen. you were trying to make yourself some tea but your hands were shaking and you felt like you were going to faint. 
you woke up with the worst headache you’d had in your entire life. the night before you decided to come back from work by foot, since you were waiting to get your paycheck and didn’t want to waste your last money on a taxi. since the evenings were getting colder now and you didn’t wear a coat or anything that would keep you warm, you were now suffering the aftermath of the walk. 
“yeah, i’m just kind of tired,” you tried to sound convincing but your voice was so hoarse it startled both jisung and you. he obviously didn’t believe you, so he came closer to you and gently placed his hand on your forehead. “damn, you’re burning up,” he simply acknowledged and you looked at him. he was really close to you and for a split moment you wanted to just fall into his arms. 
some may think that it’s so cliche to fall for your roommate, but how could you not? jisung was always kind to you, he always knew how to make you feel better after a long day and knew when to leave you alone because you were too stressed and worn out. he was just so thoughtful and caring that you wondered if he would be the same as a partner. not that you planned to confess anyway.
“go to your room,” he ordered suddenly and you breathed a faint “what?”. “you heard me yn, you look like a ghost. go to your room and lay down, i’ll go to the pharmacy for some medicine.” you were caught off guard by his firm tone, but since you really didn’t feel good and you weren’t in a mood to argue you just nodded and did as he said. you covered yourself with a ton of blankets and quickly fell asleep. 
the noises outside your room woke you up. you heard some rustling from the kitchen as well as jisung talking to someone on the phone. after a while you heard a knock on your door and jisung entered the room with a tray in his hands. “how are you feeling? i made you some chicken noodle soup. i’m not sure if it’s good but i called my mom and she helped me cook it. she said it works wonders for the flu,” he said quietly and placed the tray on your bedside table. then he helped you to sit up and took the bowl with soup in his hands. you reached out to take it from him but he moved away a bit. you looked at him, confused and he just shook his head. “i’ll feed you,” he then stated and it left you dumbfounded. “ji, i may be weak but i think i’ll be able to hold a spoon,” you chuckled. “i know, i just… i mean, if you don’t want me to, it’s fine, here,” he responded nervously, his cheeks becoming pink, and he handed you the spoon. you took a glance at it and then it was your turn to shake your head. “it’s okay. go ahead,” you gave him a green light and after a while he started to feed you the soup. he was cautious, trying his best not to douse you with the soup. “okay, that’s enough, i can’t eat more,” you sighed after half of the bowl was empty. jisung raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. you saw his gaze and added “my throat feels like sandpaper, i physically can’t eat more”. he giggled at that and placed the bowl down. he then took some pills and a glass of water from the tray and handed them to you. “take this. according to the pharmacist, it also works wonders for the flu.” you laughed softly at his words. he was so caring towards you it made you delusional, you really wanted someone like him as your partner. you wanted him as your partner. 
you obediently swallowed the medication and you grimaced when you accidentally tasted one. “oh god, that’s awful,” you coughed and gave jisung the now empty glass. you laid down and it seemed as if you were drowning in the amount of blankets you were under. “you know it’s actually bad for you to cover yourself that much when you’re sick?” “but i’m cold…” you whispered. jisung gave you a soft look, seeing you all weak and vulnerable made his heart melt. he didn’t vocalise his feelings towards you, too scared to ruin your little friendship that developed throughout the past year of living together. 
“i know but it’s really not good for you,” he tried to convince you and you thought about it for a while. “fine, but maybe you could… um…” you started, but then shook your head and whispered a faint “nevermind” and simply took some of the blanket off of yourself. “hmm, what did you say?” jisung asked, too curious to let it slide. you thought for a moment and decided to ask him - the worst that could happen is him saying no. “could you, um, cuddle me? that way i won’t need all these blankets.” jisung stared at you, speechless. you started fidgeting with the hem of your hoodie, thinking it was a bad decision, but then he mumbled a simple “yeah, of course” and you felt as if a weight was taken from your chest. he soon laid by your side and took you into his arms. if your nose wasn’t so stuffed you would for sure inhale his cologne. he felt so soft and safe and it made you actually sob a little bit. jisung stroked your head, detangling some messy hair strands from time to time. it helped you relax and you closed your eyes, wishing you could stay like this forever.
after a while you suddenly heard jisung speak. “you know, sometimes i dream about holding you like this.” at first, you supposed he was talking to someone over the phone and you pretended to still be asleep, not wanting to interrupt, but then the meaning of his words hit you. was he speaking to you? “i’m glad i’m the one who’s taking care of you. i wish i could be with you and take care of you more and hold you in my arms more and just… i don’t know, just be with you yn,” he whispered and it made your heart ache. oh my god, did jisung also have a crush on you? “then be with me,” you simply said. it caught jisung off guard, when you opened your puffy eyes you noticed his frightened gaze and quivering lips. “are you serious?” he said, his words barely above the whisper. “i am.” “i’m gonna kiss you, okay?” “don’t, you’ll get sick” “i don’t care.” with that jisung captured your lips in a soft kiss, letting you set the pace. “i think i’m not cold anymore,” you giggled when you broke the kiss to catch a breath. and jisung laughed as well, caressing your now rosy cheeks.
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└➤ sending stupid pick up lines to bf!skz
hyung line ver. | maknae line ver.
◞✩ pairing : bf!skz x gn!reader
◞✩ contains : fluff, humor, more terrible pickup lines, felix jokingly threatens to beat up chan
◞✩ notes : reminder that my requests are open! feel free to send me any or just use it to get ur thoughts out lol i’ll happily listen to you ranting about how much you love skz
01. han jisung.
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02. lee felix.
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03. kim seungmin.
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04. yang jeongin.
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