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• Like A Volcano | Part Six | • SMUT MDNI
Han Jisung Mini Series
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Chapter Genre: Crack💥 Angst⚡️Fluff 💕Suggestive Themes 💋
-Bestfriends to Lovers Trope-
Summary: being best friends with the kings of kpop always has its ups and downs, and when you're offered a spot on the next European-American book tour to promote the publishing of your new book, there's one kpop king in particular who just doesn't want you to go.
Pairing: Idol!Han Jisung x Female Reader x Bestfriend Skz
** Includes two of my own original female characters, both whom are romantically involved with two of the members. Chan x Jo / Minho x Ash **
Warnings: Swearing. brief vulnerability over the trauma yn went through. good guy Jisung (srsly why can't all men be this incredible?). tooth-rotting fluff throughout but mostly towards the end. the boys do not use honorifics. reader is called jagiya & princess SMUT; making out. dry-humping/grinding. breast/nipple play. dirty-ish talk. soft!dom Han. brief dom/sub reader. praise kink. slight doting. fingering. anal play (f rec). edging. unprotected sex (dont do this). p in v sex. reader is on the pill, though it is not mentioned. failed pull out method/cumming inside. multiple positions. hair pulling (m rec). crying during sex. biting. overstimulation (m and f rec). flaccid-fucking. multiple orgasms.
I think that's everything. lmk if I missed something!
Word Count: 11k (lol whoops)
Screenshot Count: 8
**this chapter is edited and revised**
Enjoy!
The second you stepped foot back inside of your apartment with Jisung by your side, a wave of anxiety stabbed you abruptly in the gut. Not because of what was yet to come once the two of you eventually reached the bedroom, but because that same helpless feeling you felt earlier in the night had returned, hitting you at full force despite having Jisung glued to your side.
Your eyes darted around the living room nervously as you dropped your keys onto the table by the door and discarded your shoes. You expected something to jump out from the shadows at any given moment, though logically, you knew nobody else was in here.
Still, your body tensed as you strode further inwards, your jaw clenched in anticipation as the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, waiting for something to happen.
A big part of you still felt Seojun lingering in every corner of the one-bedroom apartment you rented out, and when a gust of wind blew in through the cracked window and sent your curtains flying about, you nearly screamed in surprise. Fortunately, all that left your mouth was a small gasp, causing Jisungs arms to wrap around you in an instant.
“It’s alright, Jagiya.” he cooed softly in your ear as his arms tightened around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. “He’s not here. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
Your eyebrows shot upwards in surprise at his words, causing you to turn in his hold and look at him in confusion.
“How did you-?” you paused and squinted at him, the pieces forming together quickly inside of your mind. “Minho, that bastard.” you finished with an annoyed grunt.
Obviously it was Minho.
Jisungs hand came up to hold the back of your head as he pulled you into a hug.
“Please don’t be mad at Min, okay? When he, Chan, Jo and Ash left in a hurry this morning I knew something was going on. I practically forced it out of him the second they got back home.” he explained. "I didn't want to believe it until I saw for myself, so I'm sorry for what I said back at the club. You didn't deserve the way I spoke to you. I was just hurt and confused."
You swallowed roughly at the news, wondering how much Minho had told him.
“How much do you know?” You asked, barely registering the coldness that seemed to seep into your words. You bit the inside of your cheek as you waited for Jisungs response.
“He didn’t tell me the details.” he reassured you, his arms still holding you in a tight embrace. “Just that that asshole was hurting you. He didn’t even tell me you were home.”
You nodded slowly, lost in thought.
Despite wanting to be mad at Minho, you knew you couldn’t be. Your friends always had your best interests in mind, even if it didn’t seem like it at times, so Minho telling Jisung meant he was confident Jisung wouldn’t say anything to anyone, especially not to the others.
Though, you knew with how nosy and protective they all were, they’d all find out the truth eventually. It wasn’t like you were planning on hiding it from them, you just wanted to avoid the topic as long as you could. But right here, right now, you couldn’t think of any reason not to tell Jisung the details of what you went through.
You trusted him with your life, and this, whatever this was, was forever. He’d never leave your side again and you knew you’d never leave his.
“Do you want to know?” you asked softly, almost whispering as your head dipped and your eyes found your feet. You wouldn’t push it upon him, but you knew letting him know you trusted him with everything in you was important. He needed the reassurance, needed to see how serious you were about him, about this, about whatever came next for the two of you after tonight.
Jisung was silent for a moment as his fingers found the cast on your arm, causing your eyes to lift up anxiously and meet him once more. He looked pained and unsure as he stared at the plaster, as if the answer to your question was more than just a simple yes or no, because in all honesty, it was.
This was about more than just finding out what makes each other tick, it was about being vulnerable and opening up about the trauma you worked so hard to push away. It was about giving someone the opportunity to destroy you and trusting them not to. It was about handing them a ‘get out of jail’ free card and then praying they wouldn’t use it, that they wouldn’t leave, that they’d stay.
It was scary.
No, it was fucking terrifying, but for Jisung, you would do anything.
After a couple of short, thoughtful breaths, Jisung gave you a sad smile.
“Not unless you want me to know. And even then, I won’t pressure you into telling me.” he answered, softly kissing the tip of your nose. “Just know that I’m not going anywhere, okay? No matter what you went through and who you become because of it, I’ll be right here. I’ll stick by your side while you work through this and do whatever it is you need of me to help. We’re in this together.”
It was like a flame had suddenly ignited inside the depths of your heart at his words. Like someone had poured gasoline into your veins in an attempt to bring you down, and Jisungs words, his encouragement, was the match that lit you on fire and allowed you to fight back.
The sentiment was short and sweet, one that anybody else would have laughed at and waved off as him being too cheesy, but to you, it meant everything. You could feel the sincerity and truth behind each vowel, each consonant, and it made your heart burst with a form of emotion you’ve never felt before.
It was more than the happiness and joy you felt when you were surrounded by your friends, more than the excitement and anticipation you endured when you walked out on stage and found thousands of fans staring back at you. It was more than any pain and sadness you felt during your time away.
This was it. This was true love. And you found it in your best friend, just like you always hoped you would.
A smile broke out onto your face and an unexpected sob escaped your throat as you stared into Jisungs big, beautiful eyes. The ones that held so much adoration, so much joy, so much respect. You saw galaxies upon galaxies inside them, the chocolatey brown nearly hypnotising you as they sparkled in the dim light.
In that moment, you wanted him, needed him, in every way possible, but the words got caught in your throat and all that you managed to squeak out was a small “Thank you Ji.”
Jisung smiled back at you, a laugh seeping from his lips.
“Anything for you, Princess.” he whispered. Your heart skipped a beat.
“Anything, you say?” you then raised your eyebrow suggestively, causing his gummy smile to fade into one of his signature smirks.
The way his eyes darkened as if on cue had a fire stirring in your lower belly.
“Absolutely anything.” he chimed back without hesitation.
And those words of affirmation were all you needed to pick up where the two of you left off at the club. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him to you, swiftly connecting your lips to his. Immediately, he scooped you up and wrapped your legs around his waist as his tongue pushed against your lips, demanding entry.
Before you knew it, you were straddling Jisung on the couch, your tongues both slowly and lazily tasting each other, exploring the expanses of what the other had to offer. While your fingers threaded through his hair, his hands explored you at an achingly slow pace. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you, his movements neverending as he memorised every inch of skin he could find.
All traces of wanting to rip his clothes off had exited your mind the second he sat the two of you down. There was no rush. You guys had the rest of your lives to jump into the sheets with one another. This night, however, would be one you both would remember for eternity, and the both of you cherished every breathing second you had as if it would be your last.
Every breath was slow, every touch delicate and teasing, every smile and giggle against the others lips dissolved into another long, searing-hot kiss. The two of you could stay like this for hours and still neither of you would be completely satisfied.
You weren’t sure how long the two of you sat like this for, just holding each other while your tongues battled for dominance, but when Jisung eventually pulled away, the two of you were breathless and exhausted.
You didn’t say a word as his big eyes found yours, his hands finally teasing the hem of the shirt you had on, a look of question in his eyes. He was silently asking permission to go further, to touch more of you, and you hoped the half nod and smile you sent back his way would suffice as an answer as you were still struggling to catch your breath.
Jisung didn’t give you much time to do so before he captured your lips once more and put his hands to work.
When his large, calloused hands dipped beneath the fabric, a jolt of electricity shot across your skin and a gasp fell from your lips into Jisungs open mouth. He smiled against you before reaching his hands higher, his fingers softly tracing up your spine until he came into contact with the clasp of your bra.
With one flick of his wrist, your clasp was undone, and he wasted no time bringing one of his hands around to slip under the cup and grab ahold of your breast.
With his other hand, he pulled your shirt over your head while he gently kneaded you in his palm, your bra following shortly after. He pulled away from your lips and leaned back to briefly stare at your now naked chest in wonder.
“Jesus Christ Jagi,” he whispered delightfully, his thumb coming up to run across your already hardened nipple. Your body jolted at the sensation, causing an evil grin to lift the corners of his mouth while a puddle formed in your panties. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
A blush crept to your cheeks, but instead of feeling insecure and shying away from him, you felt your ego boost to a whole new level.
Jisung brought his face to your chest and delicately kissed the cluster of scabs that sat at the crevice where your torso and arm met. You expected the old cigarette burns to hurt when his lips came into contact with them, but you felt nothing but neutral sensitivity. The action was so intimate and soft you almost lost your senses, but then Jisung was back to the task at hand an instant later, the soft, sweet moment gone.
“Does that feel good, Princess?” Jisung asked as he rubbed his thumb across your nipple once more, watching the way your head fell back while a moan escaped your lips. You nodded in response, your hips seeming to have a mind of their own as they swung back before dragging forwards against the bulge in his pants that didn’t seem to fully go away ever since you kissed him in the club.
Both of you moaned noisily into the emptiness of the apartment as you repeated your actions several more times, the two of you feeling the wave of pleasure you both so desperately craved but were too nervous to insinuate up until now.
“That’s it Jagi, lemme’ hear those pretty sounds.” Jisung mumbled as his other hand came up to cup your other breast, his thumbs now both circling around your nipples simultaneously.
Your jaw fell open and your eyes squeezed closed as pleasure shot through your body at his actions, another moan eliciting itself from deep within. With his thumbs gently playing with your nipples and his dick growing harder and harder against your core, you swore you were on cloud nine. A laugh escaped Jisungs throat as he watched you seductively grind against him.
“That’s my girl.” he praised softly, smiling up at you. Your eyes popped open at his words, the praise sending chills straight down to your pussy, and he flashed you another evil grin before bringing his face back into your chest.
He wasted no time in clamping his mouth down around one of your nipples, his tongue expertly running over it as his now free arm folded around you, holding you against him and causing a halt in your hips movements. A high-pitched cry left your mouth when he pinched the opposite nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, his tongue still working wonders against you.
It had been so long since you had any of this, felt any of this, that you weren’t sure what to do, how to react. No one had ever touched you like this before. Seojun barely spared you any type of physical affection when the two of you got intimate, and if he did, it was brief, never lasting long enough for you to even get worked up over.
Jisung was bringing you into unfamiliar territory, and quickly at that. Despite his strong hold against your lower back, despite wanting to melt into the way his tongue slowly worked your sensitive bud, blowing at it and nibbling when he needed to breathe, you couldn’t help but wiggle. You needed to feel this on top of the added movement of your hips grinding against his. You needed to feel that warm, fuzzy feeling build up in your tummy that you haven’t felt in years.
“Ji.” you cried as your hands flew up to tug at his hair, trying to pull him from your chest. Jisung mumbled a soft ‘hmmm’ in response, his attention solely focused on your breasts.
“I need more.” you whined. The way your lower lip jutted out was more than a little pathetic, you knew that, but with the way Jisung was pleasuring you right now, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Jisung pulled away from you then and craned his head back to stare at you.
“What’s wrong, Princess?” he doted, his fingers pausing in their attack on your swollen nipple and coming up to tug at your pout. “You want more?”
You cried against his touch.
“I need more.” you emphasised, your hips still struggling to move against his firm hold. "I need you."
Jisung paused to brush a strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear and giving you a firm kiss on the lips before he released his hold on you.
"God, I want you so bad Princess." he whispered as his darkened eyes sparkled into yours. You swung your hips back and grinded hard against him, continuing your previous assault on the boner in his pants.
"Then fucking take me already Ji." you begged.
Jisung let out a small sigh and brushed some more hair from your face.
"I can't." he pouted. “Even though there’s nothing I would rather do more.”
You quirked your eyebrow and smirked at him as your hips continued their slow movement against his. "Oh, and why is that Ji?" you teased around a small gasp, bringing your face to his jawline where you began planting soft kisses.
Jisung sighed once more, his body growing tense under you, and you immediately stopped all of your movements. You pulled back to look at him, your eyes widening in concern as you took in the anxious expression that had suddenly fallen upon his face and the way he was nervously chewing on his lower lip,
“Ji, Baby, what’s wrong?”
Jisung swallowed roughly before his gaze fell to your shoulder. He pulled his lower lip into his mouth completely, his breath shaky as he gave you a slow response, the anticipation killing you.
“I just,” he paused before his eyes found yours again, his once darkened pupils now dilated with worry. “I don't want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you. We both have alcohol in us and I don’t want our first time to be made on a drunken decision that you’re gonna’ regret in the morning.”
His honesty melted your heart but his insecurities threatened to disintegrate it completely. You hadn’t even thought of the fact that the two of you were running on alcohol and adrenaline alone. You were completely consumed by him that you didn’t even stop to think about what he wanted, what he needed.
It was your turn to reach up and tug at his pout.
“Han Jisung, the man you are.” you whispered in complete awe. Jisung’s lower lip jutted out further and he blinked up at you through his long lashes.
“I’m sorry, Bubs.” he whispered. Instantly, your hands flew up to cup his face, forcing him to tilt his head back and look at you completely.
“Hey. None of that.” you lightly scolded. “Never apologise for speaking your mind and telling me how you feel, okay?” Your eyes shone into his so intensely Jisung thought he might cry. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint you and his anxiety was quickly making him feel as if he was.
He swallowed hard again, his eyes darting between yours. The two of you stared at each other intimately for a moment before he nodded, his body relaxing slightly beneath you.
"I will never regret you." you then added, making sure he understood every syllable and that he felt the truth behind your claim. “Never.”
A small breath of relief left Jisungs mouth and he nodded again, the reassurance charging him like a battery. That’s all he needed to hear.
“Thank you Jagi.” he whispered, his face leaning into the hands that were pressed against his cheeks. The warmth that radiated from your body mixed with the smell of you was soothing and comforting to him, so much so he suddenly felt tired and exhausted and like he could fall asleep right then and there.
You noticed his eyes closing, his body melding into yours, and you leaned forward to plant a kiss on his exposed forehead. Jisung smiled and opened his eyes slightly to beam up at you.
“I’d do anything for you, you know that, right?” you asked softly, your thumbs running delicately against his cheek bones. Jisung's eyes sparkled at your words, his lips tilting upwards into another one of his signature smirks.
“Anything?” he mimicked your words from earlier, causing a giggle to escape your lips. God, he could listen to that sound all day.
You gave his cheeks a small squeeze.
“Absolutely anything.” you quipped back before placing another kiss on his forehead, followed by one to his nose. Jisungs smirk broke out into a smile before he carefully hoisted you off of his lap and held his hand out to you while he stood from the couch.
“Come shower with me?” he asked, his eyes glimmering with joy. You stared up at him, your mind still trying to process how he managed to get you off of him and on to his feet so quickly.
“What?” you asked out of habit. It wasn’t that you hadn’t heard him, you heard him loud and clear, but your brain was foggy as the adrenaline from your lewd actions began to simmer.
Jisung took your hand in his and pulled you to your feet when you took too long to do so yourself. He wasted no time planting a kiss to your cheek before pulling you towards the bathroom door, that damn evil grin appearing on his face once more.
“The sooner we shower and clean up, the sooner we can go to sleep, and the sooner we go to sleep, the sooner we can wake up and do what we’re both dying to do right now.”
He didn’t even wait for your answer as he opened the door to the bathroom and pulled you promptly inside.
*****
Waking up the next morning beside Jisung was a strange and unfamiliar sensation. Not because you had someone in the bed next to you, that much you were used to by now, but because of the sheer level of intimacy that was shared between the two of you as your limbs tangled together in peace.
You never woke up in another person's arms before, their face pressed into the back of your neck where their breath tickled you softly. It was strange to wake up engulfed in another person's scent, their arms wrapped tightly around your torso as if they were scared you’d disappear if they let go, even in their sleep.
It had been a long time since you woke up feeling this calm and at peace.
It had been a long time since you felt this safe.
You blinked your eyes open and glanced over at the alarm clock on your bedside table. It was only six in the morning. You let out a small groan.
You were careful not to jostle Jisung too much as you reached blindly for your phone. You were happy to see you hadn’t received any more messages or calls from Seojun, but the twelve missed calls from Jo and the endless group chat messages left you feeling just as crappy.
You had totally forgotten to text the group last night to let them know you and Jisung were together and safe. You stifled a sound of guilt as you lazily swiped across the screen to read the messages everyone had sent.
You let out a small sigh, laughing silently to yourself at your friends and their antics. You debated texting them back, but Jisung shifting his body behind you had you dropping your phone to the table once more and turning softly in his embrace.
He lay on his back, his one arm still tightly wrapped around you while the other was now thrown across his forehead, trying to block the sunlight that poured into the room. A cool breeze blew through the open window, causing him to squeeze you against his warm body.
You rested your head onto his shoulder and glanced up at him, admiring him as he slept.
He was absolutely exquisite.
His skin was glowing against the early morning sun, making the small scar along his forehead and the mole on his cheek stand out prominently. There were bags under his eyes, only slightly lighter than they were the night before, and his long eyelashes cast shadows across his cheeks beautifully.
The scar beside his eye was practically begging for you to run your finger along it, so you did, reaching up gently and making sure your touch was feather-light. With a mind of its own, your finger then moved to trace the bridge of his nose down to the tip before slowly running along the plushness of his lips.
Your face began to heat up as you thought about his lips and what else they were capable of other than kissing you senseless, and you were so wrapped in the thought that you nearly jumped when Jisungs fingers dug into your side lovingly a moment later, signalling he was awake.
You grinned up at him and poked his mole, causing a smile to breakout across his face, his eyes still closed.
“Good Morning Princess,” he whispered, his voice raspy from sleep. “Did you sleep well?”
With your finger still prodding at the tiny beauty mark, you sighed.
“Better than I have in years.” you told him honestly. Jisung just smiled and brought his other arm around you again, pulling you up so you were laying on top of him, your legs now tangling with his.
You rested your hands along his naked chest, your chin propped on top of them as you melted into his touch and watched as his eyes opened slowly. He looked down at you as one of his hands reached up to brush his knuckles softly against your cheek.
“You’re so gorgeous, Jagiya.” he murmured. “I love you so much.”
You didn’t need to say it back. Jisung knew just from the twinkle in your eyes how deeply you felt for him. It made his heart pound in happiness.
The two of you were silent for a moment, staring at each other in wonder as you both got lost in thought. You felt breathless knowing he was yours now, completely and undeniably so.
You were so scared he wasn’t going to want you back after everything that happened. You were so sure you were going to tell him how you felt and he would just turn around and leave you in the dust, much like you left him.
The fact that the two of you were here now, clinging to each other while you both tried to rid your bodies from sleep, was an absolute dream come true. It couldn’t have turned out better.
You impulsively reached one hand up to trace your fingers against his lips once more, your mind once again swirling with thoughts of him pleasuring you with it.
“I was so worried I wasn’t going to get you back.” you whispered, trying to mask the blush on your cheeks.
Jisung grabbed your fingers and kissed them gently before resting his cheek against them.
“I was so worried you weren’t going to come back.” he answered just as quietly, his eyes staring into yours. You gave him a cheeky grin as you scooted up his torso, bringing your face level with his.
“Yejun told me about all of your late night endeavours. You’ve been pretty busy since I’ve been gone, huh?” you teased before planting a kiss to his cheek and nestling your face into his neck. You breathed him in as his arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you in place.
A sigh left his mouth at your words and he let out an embarrassed chuckle.
“Yeah, I’m not proud of who I became when you left. Losing you was the worst thing that ever happened to me and it was obvious by my actions that I didn’t give a single fuck about those girls or their feelings.” he mumbled. You could tell by the tone in his voice he was severely disappointed in himself, so you lifted your head from his neck and poked his mole again as you stared into his eyes.
“Hey, those girls were lucky to have been underneath you.” you joked. Jisung gave you a soft smile and pushed some hair out of your eyes again as he answered, causing your heart to leap in your chest.
“And yet, none of them stood a single chance against you.”
You dimpled up at him, feeling speechless at his cheesy words before planting a tender kiss to his lips, though Jisung suddenly had other ideas in mind.
As you pulled your face away from him, his hand came up to hold the back of your head, halting you so he could chase you with his lips and pull you back down.
Despite the forty-five minute shower the two of you had the night before, where you did nothing but make out relentlessly in between washing each other's bodies, you still felt your stomach flutter when he pushed his lips against yours.
Despite the hour or so afterwards that you guys spent just holding each other in bed and kissing, never reaching past second base, you still felt your heart thump excitedly in your chest when Jisungs tongue slipped past your swollen lips and battled against yours.
Kissing him now felt as natural to you as breathing, but it still left you feeling breathless and weak to the butterflies that filled your tummy like it was the first kiss all over again. Well, second technically.
But, unlike the many kisses that were shared the night before, this one was quick to become needy and desperate. Gone was the long and slow exploration of each other's mouths and in came frenzied desire as you two clung to each other, both acknowledging it was now morning and you were free to do what you so desperately longed for all night.
With his tongue still battling yours, Jisung removed his hands from your head and let them roam down your body until they were cupping your ass. He squeezed handfuls of your cheeks into his palms, his nails digging desperately into your skin, causing you to hiss in delight as he pulled you against him. You could feel his bulge growing hard against the inside of his boxer briefs, and you felt excitement shake your bones when he lightly lifted his hips to push himself against your core.
You moaned noisily into Jisungs mouth as his hands then slipped further down your ass, his fingers reaching to prod lightly at your panty-covered core from behind. He wasted no time sliding your panties aside and running a finger teasingly along your folds, a groan leaving his mouth as he felt how wet you already were for him.
“Princess,” he mumbled against your lips, his hips pressing up into yours again. “You’re already so wet for me and I haven’t even done anything yet.” he teased as he slowly inserted the tip of his finger into you, only slipping far enough in to reach his first knuckle.
The feeling of just the tip of his finger toying with you had a whine slipping from your mouth as your hips began to grind against his.
“Sungie,” you groaned. “Need you so bad.”
Jisung grinned up at you in awe as he hugged you tight to his chest, his eyes sparkling in excitement when he slowly inserted his finger further into you. The most delectable sound left your mouth, encouraging him to then pump his finger in and out at a snails pace.
The feeling of his clothed dick pushing up into you mixed with his finger softly sliding in and out of your pussy had your legs shaking and your breath caught in your throat. He felt so damn good you could cry.
Jisung mocked the pout that fell onto your face with one of his own as he stared into your eyes, gauging your reaction to his actions.
“What’s wrong Bubby? Feels good, huh? You like it when I touch you like that?”
All you could do was nod in response and let your face fall into the crook of his neck, your breathing heavy.
It had been so long since you’ve been this worked up by something that wasn’t yourself and your own fingers. It was almost painful to feel your orgasm building so quickly.
Unexpectedly, Jisung slipped another finger into you at the same time that he dipped the tip of his thumb over the opening to your anus. A loud, almost pornographic gasp escaped from your throat at the unfamiliarity and foreign sensation.
No one had ever touched you there before, and while you never saw yourself as someone who would enjoy anything to do with that part of your body, you couldn’t deny the absolute euphoria that rattled your bones as Jisung repeated his actions once more.
“Is that okay, Princess?” he whispered, watching you intently for any signs of discomfort. You nodded quickly against his neck before lifting your face to come level with his again.
“Mm'do it again.” you begged before you pressed your mouth to his, the kiss immediately becoming sloppy, teeth clashing against each other as your resolve began to slip.
“Anything for my girl.” Jisung murmured back before he dipped his thumb into your opening again, his fingers moving in time with it.
The heat in your belly grew at double the speed as Jisung worked his digits inside of you. You felt manic as his hold around you loosened, allowing you room to move your hips against his all over again.
Within minutes, the three different sensations all working against you in tandem had you practically screaming, begging for relief. It was all too much.
Just as your head began to grow foggy and the heat in your stomach was on the verge of exploding, Jisung pulled his fingers out of you and flipped you onto your back, stopping you before you could reach your release.
A cry left your mouth involuntarily at the sudden loss of contact.
“What the fuck Ji?” you gasp, your breathing coming out in spurts.
Jisung smirked down at you from where he was hovering over your body on his forearms, his legs tangled with yours as he pressed his erection into your thigh. His silver-blonde hair fell into his eyes as that wicked smile spread across his puffy cheeks.
“Sorry Jagi, but I don’t want you cumming yet unless it's around my cock.”
A growl left your mouth unexpectedly.
“Motherfucker.” you ground out around clenched teeth as you pushed him off of you. Jisungs eyes widened in surprise but he obeyed you without a hassle, allowing you to push him back against the headboard and straddle his thin waist.
“Let’s see if you’re as bratty and submissive as everyone thinks you are.” you half-threatened, your hands working quickly to slip off his boxers. His thick, hard cock bounced back lightly against his stomach, causing you to pause and stare at him in wonder as you threw his boxers somewhere behind you.
Jisung bit the inside of his cheek at your hesitation, watching you nervously as you stared down at him.
“Is it okay, Jagi?” he whispered out. Your eyes flickered up to his and you saw mountains of insecurity in them. Without a pause, you nodded your head and licked your lips, your eyes travelling back downwards.
“It’s fucking perfect Ji. Can’t wait to feel it inside of me.”
A small sigh left his mouth, his shoulders relaxing at your reassurance.
“How’s your pull out game?” you then asked as you continued to stare at him, saliva pooling in your mouth at the mere thought of having him pumping inside of you. Jisung was quick to answer, his insecurities gone as quick as they came.
“As strong as it needs to be, why?”
“I just wann’ feel you raw.” you answered around a huff as you slid your panties off. The shirt Jisung was wearing the night before hung loosely around your body, barely covering your naked skin. Jisung swore he could cum right then and there from just the sight of you.
“Yeah?” his muscles tensed at the thought of having you wrapped around him with nothing separating your bodies. He moaned lightly just imagining it.
You licked your lips and nodded swiftly in response as you straddled his hips, his dick throbbing deliciously in between the two of you.
"Yes. Please. Just let me feel you." You cried. You reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair again and pulled his head back roughly, your eyes shining into his.
Shamelessly, Jisung moaned into the feeling, staring up at you as if his biggest dreams were coming true, because they were.
He always dreamed of being with a dominant girl in the bedroom, but all of the females he’s ever been with insisted on him using his dominance over them. Sure, there was nothing he loved more than bending someone over and fucking them into submission, and he couldn't wait to do that to you, but he longed for the chance to let someone direct him. He yearned to let someone be in control for once and use him to their heart's content.
And alas, here you were, doing exactly that without even being asked.
As if you needed to be any more perfect for him.
As if he needed to be more in love with you than he already was.
“There’s no one like you Jagiya.” he whispered in awe before he wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips against yours. You positioned yourself over his dick and pulled his hair roughly once more, earning another whimper from his mouth before you lowered yourself down onto him.
The stretch was slow, excruciatingly delicious. He filled you so perfectly you nearly came from the skin on skin contact alone. Jisung must’ve felt it too because he squeezed his nails into your hip bones and helped pull you down completely until your pelvis was flush with his, a hiss slipping from his lips as euphoria hit him.
For several long seconds, the two of you froze, both crying out in pleasure at the highs that were already building from the naked sensation of each other's bodies against one another.
It made you feel delirious, the way he fit inside you so flawlessly, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix delicately. Your hips twitched with anticipation, causing his dick to press further into you and you couldn’t do anything except let your head fall to his shoulder as a whine left your lips.
“Ji, Baby,” you cried. “You feel so good.”
Jisungs breathing was already laboured as he focused on not cumming inside you. Your walls clenched around him so effortlessly it was almost as if your bodies were made for each other.
“I know, Jagi. I know. Your pussy feels so good around me, it’s making me fucking crazy.” he whined.
"Are you good to go?" You asked, barely holding yourself back from grinding your hips down onto his. Jisung took another deep breath and nodded, desperate to feel you.
You smiled against the skin of his shoulder as you then began to rock your hips, riding him slowly, allowing both of your bodies time to adjust to the feeling. Everytime you'd rock your hips forward, you'd yank Jisungs hair, causing him to whimper and buck his hips up into you, which in turn only encouraged you to move again, desperate for that friction.
It was a vicious cycle that had you both whining with pleasure as you made love to him. Because that's what this was. You weren't fucking him, you were pouring every ounce of love you had for the man underneath you into each roll of your hips, and you knew, you felt, the loving pouring back into you from him as he thrust his hips upwards to meet you halfway.
It didn't take you for long to reach your high again. The knot in your stomach tightened quickly with each movement and you were whimpering into Jisungs ear desperately despite being the one in charge.
Jisung pressed his lips to your ear when he felt your pussy clench around him beautifully. He smiled against your earlobe as he tightened his hold around you.
"That's it Princess. Cum all over my cock." He whispered. That sentence alone, hearing the dirty words slip past his lips, is what sent you over the edge and you did exactly that. You came, hard, drenching him in your juices as a loud gasp fell from your lips and you dug your nails into his shoulders.
Your legs shook violently as Jisung continued pressing his hips up into you, extending your orgasm into one of the best highs you've ever had. It had been so long since you've had one that tears immediately formed in your eyes and pooled down your cheeks.
You shoved your face into Jisungs neck and sniffled, trying to stop the tears from flowing. Tears of relief for reaching the high you were barely able to accomplish on your own, and tears of happiness because Jisung was the one beneath you, making you feel this way.
You always dreamed of this, of him being beneath you, on top of you, inside of you. You spent the last year and a half with another man, fantasising about this one specifically, and having those fantasies finally become a reality was absolutely mind altering. You've never been happier than in this moment.
Jisung stopped his hips movements when he felt your tears wet his skin, and he pulled away slightly to look up at you in concern.
"Are you okay Princess? What's wrong?" His big, brown eyes were full of worry as he watched you cry. His dick was still hard inside of you, and yet all he could focus on was your emotions.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You apologised as you wiped at the wetness on your cheeks. Jisungs hand came up to help wipe the tears that were spilling over uncontrollably.
"What are you apologising for, Bubs?"
You hiccuped and shoved your face back into his neck, feeling heat flush your cheeks in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry. I'll be able to keep going in a minute. I just-” you hiccuped again. “I just haven't had one of those in a long time." You explained.
"What, an orgasm?" Jisung was briefly shocked at your revelation, but it quickly turned to downright annoyance when realisation hit, but it wasn’t directed at you.
"Wait, that asshole never…?" He trailed off when he felt you shake your head against his neck. The two of you were quiet for a couple seconds as Jisung pulled you impossibly closer to him, his dick still twitching restlessly.
“How long has it been since you had one that wasn’t your own doing?” he asked quietly, his heart breaking for you. You took a shaky breath and mumbled your answer into his shoulder, feeling your cheeks flush even more.
“Years.”
Jisungs eyes nearly bulged out of his head, and he was glad you stayed nestled into him. The last thing he wanted was his surprise to be mistaken as pity and have you get even more upset than you already seemed to be.
“Oh, Princess.” he doted as he tightened his hold on you and flipped you onto your back unexpectedly with ease, his dick still burrowed deep inside you. The second your head hit the pillow, your eyes widened with worry and you began to shake your head in protest.
“What are you doing? No, no, no. I’m on top. I’m always on top.” you felt panic begin to grow inside your chest, but it faded away just as quickly as you saw the reassurance in Jisungs eyes. He pulled a hand out from beneath you and wiped at your tears, brushing his fingertips lightly against your cheekbones before kissing them promptly.
“Just take a deep breath Bubs” he whispered. “How about you let me make you feel good, hm? It’s the least I could do for the love of my life.” he cooed. You stared up at him in confusion for a moment, trying to process what it was he said.
He wanted to take over and fuck you?
The idea of being on the receiving end felt so foreign and strange to you. You’ve been the dominant one for so long, you barely remembered what it felt like to let someone else be in control. You stared up at him with your big beautiful eyes, a look of uncertainty in them, and Jisung’s heart nearly broke all over again.
It was at that moment he vowed to himself that he would always do everything in his power to give you as many orgasms as you wanted, whenever you wanted. Anything to get that look of insecurity off your face.
He brushed his fingers against your cheek again when you still didn’t give him a consensual answer to keep going.
“Let me take care of you, Bubby. Let me show you what it feels like to be with a real man. One who loves every square inch of you, inside and out. Just lay back and let Sungie do all the work, yeah?”
The amount of promise and emotion in his eyes had you choking on your next breath. A feeling of excitement brewed low in your stomach, one you hadn’t felt in forever, and you nodded eagerly. You didn’t realise how badly you were craving this until now.
With a satisfied smile, Jisung pulled out of you completely and kissed your forehead before repositioning himself. He took your one leg and laid it flat against the bed, moving to straddle it as he hoisted the other up onto his shoulder. Your body twisted slightly with the movement, leaving you half on your side and leaving your pussy tight and ready for him.
With his hand cradling your leg, he turned his head and kissed your calf softly before positioning himself at your entrance.
“Are you ready Princess?” he asked. You nodded breathlessly, eager to have him fill you up once more. Jisung sent you one of his sweet, gummy smiles before he turned his head and bit roughly into the muscle of your calf, his dick pushing into you at the same time. The pain and pleasure of both actions mixed together so perfectly you let out a string of curse words in response.
The position he had you in was new, one you never tried before, and while your butt ached from the way your body was twisted, you couldn’t deny how good it felt. His dick was pushing against your cervix so flawlessly you nearly passed out from the pleasure alone.
“Oh my fucking god,” you cried as Jisungs hips began to rock into you. The friction of his pelvis rubbing against yours from how deep he pushed was blinding, his mouth only adding to the intensity as he licked and bit at your leg.
You let out a loud squeal as he pulled himself half-way out and slammed back into you again.
“I told myself I was going to take my sweet ass time with you, but the way your pussy is clenching around me right now is making me fucking feral Princess.” he breathed as he picked up his pace, his hips rocking more forcefully into you.
You let your head fall into the pillow as another round of obscene sounds left your throat. Jisung’s head had fallen back in pleasure as he cursed under his breath. You were so perfect for him. He wanted to take care of you and absolutely destroy you at the same time.
“My god, you’re so perfect for me Jagi.” he groaned as his face fell downwards so he could stare at you. You were looking back at him already, your face contorted into a look of pure bliss as he fucked you senseless. He felt his high approaching but he forced it back, wanting to make you finish at least once more before he did.
Luckily for him, you were close, and when his hands came down to wrap around your thigh, his nails digging into your skin as he pulled you even closer, allowing him to go deeper, you shattered.
“Fuck Ji, baby. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” you cried loudly as you exploded around him, your walls squeezing him deliciously. Jisungs hips halted as he pressed into you as far as he could go, wiggling slightly to help overstimulate you. He paused there, watching your face melt into a puddle of pure satisfaction.
“You’re so good for me Princess.” he reached down to cup your chin, forcing you to look at him as you shook in sensitivity. “Keep your eyes on me, okay? I’m not done yet.”
Before you could process his words, Jisung manoeuvred himself once again until he was snug between both of your legs, looming over you in missionary. His dick automatically slid back into your slick cunt and he wasted no time chasing the high he had been holding back.
He thrust into you hard, his dick sliding delightfully against your walls, his eyes never leaving yours and yours never leaving his. You had barely come down from your previous orgasm, the oversensitivity building another one up so quickly it was overwhelming. But you didn’t dare ask him to stop. Not when he was making you feel so heavenly.
“Fuck Jisung. Fuck, fuck fuck. Your dick feels so good inside of me.” you whimpered as he continued to relentlessly slip in and out of you, the overstimulation perfect. “I’m gonna’ cum again.”
Jisung let out a hearty laugh as his face fell into your neck, his lips and teeth gliding against your skin as he squeezed your hips and tried to hold you still.
“You gonna’ give me another one?” he teased, to which all you could do was nod in response. His question quickly sent you over the edge again unexpectedly, your body floating in bliss as the white hot pleasure threatened to blind you.
“Holy shit, Bubby. Your pussy feels amazing sucking me in like this. You’re so fucking tight. Shit.” Jisung’s movements faltered as his orgasm approached quickly. “Shit, Princess, I’m gonna’ cum. Let me out.”
Instead of allowing him enough room to exit and cum all over your tummy, you wrapped your legs around his slutty waist and squeezed him closer to you. Jisungs eyes widened in panic, his hips stuttering again.
“What’re you doing?” he squeaked as he tried to hold back his orgasm long enough to escape. The pout on your face would have driven him over the edge if your next words hadn’t.
“I want you to cum inside of me Ji.” you whimpered, staring into his eyes.
“Wha-?” Jisung stuttered over his words. He was feeling so frenzied he barely managed to slow his hips down long enough to make sure he heard you right. “Are you - fuck - are you sure?"
You nodded quickly, feeling tears form in your eyes again because of how desperately you wanted to feel him. “I wann’ feel you fill me up. Please Jisung. Make me yours.”
The affirmation was all he needed. Jisung nodded and pressed a kiss to your lips as he bucked his hips, picking up his pace once more. The small break in his movements, the unintentional edging, left him absolutely pussy drunk. He began slamming into you with so much force your body was moving up the bed with every thrust.
“Oh Jagi,” he moaned. “I’m gonna fill you up so good. Gonna give it to you so nice. Fuck. Tell me how much you love me Bubby. Tell me you’re all mine.” he begged desperately.
The oversensitivity from your orgasm had you feeling unhinged, barely able to keep your eyes open, let alone form another sentence to respond.
“‘Mmmm love you s’much Ji. More than anything else in’he world. I’m all yours.”
“Fuck Jagiya. I’m fucking cumming.”
A second later, he exploded. His load shot into you at neck-breaking speed, painting your walls and filling you to the brim. He had waited so long to fuck you, there was so much of it. It spilled out of you so easily, and yet, Jisung couldn’t get enough of those pretty sounds leaving your mouth.
He squeezed his eyes shut as he forced his hips to continue a slow thrust forwards, extending his orgasm impossibly more, the overstimulation driving him crazy.
You let out a whimper as you felt his dick slowly softening inside of you. Regardless, it still felt amazing pushing inside of your pussy, and you knew if he kept thrusting into you like that, you’d cum again from the feeling of it alone.
“You got one more in you, yeah?” Jisung asked lovingly as he pushed the hair off of your sweaty forehead. Your eyes barely opened, a soft cry leaving your mouth as you nodded, desperate for that high you suddenly felt absolutely addicted to.
“Of course you do, that’s why you’re so good for me.” he praised as he continued to fuck you while his dick softened. It was rubbing so delicious into your swollen clit, a mixture of your juices and his spilling from you and onto the bed sheets.
“Gotta’ make sure my Princess is satisfied.” Jisung lips found yours and he brought you in for a long, slow, burning-hot kiss. One that was no longer rushed, no longer delirious and desperate. One that, much like the night before, held mountains of love and adoration and happiness. One that showed you just how much you meant to him, how much he needed you, how hard he fell for you.
It was passionate, feeling his tongue glide over yours as his dick lazily pushed in and out of you, your orgasm building as quickly as the others had. His hands slowly trailed up underneath your shirt and he softly caressed your breasts, his fingers moving to play with your nipples as his swollen lips left yours and latched onto your neck. He licked the sensitive spot right below your jawline before biting it gently and before you knew it, another orgasm hit, an exhausted cry leaving your mouth.
“That’s my fucking girl.” Jisung praised, his hips stuttering to a halt as you came around his cock one last time.
He watched you with pure adoration, loving the way your face twisted up in pleasure as you came around his semi-hard dick. You looked absolutely gorgeous, hair sprawled out across the pillow, body slick with sweat, your eyes barely open as your jaw fell slack.
You were so beautiful he felt himself growing hard again already. He would've loved to keep going, fucking you like this for hours until you were both spent and exhausted, but the pained look that spread across your face when he experimentally bucked his hips forwards once more told him you were done for.
Jisung carefully pulled out of you as you tried to catch your breath. He smiled down at you before he rolled onto his back and pulled your naked body on top of him. You barely had enough energy to look at him, so you settled for resting your head across his chest.
Jisung wrapped one of his strong hands around your waist while the other played with your hair softly, his fingers brushing through the knotted and sweaty strands.
The two of you laid like that for a while, both silently catching your breaths. You listened to his heartbeat pumping softly in your ear and it was so comforting you were sure you would've fallen asleep if Jisung hadn't spoken up into the silence that engulfed the room.
"So I've been thinking."
"Uh oh. That's dangerous." You teased. You twisted your head to smirk up at him as he grinned down at you and pinched your sides in retaliation. An adorable squeal escaped your mouth then as his fingers proceeded to gently tickle you, and Jisung swore your laugh was the most beautiful sound ever to exist on earth. He'd listen to it for eternity if he could.
"You're a jerk." He mused, planting a soft kiss to your forehead. You beamed up at him and pinched his cheeks.
"You love me."
Jisung didn't bother denying it. He simply just beamed back at you before leaning forwards to plant another kiss to your face, this one on your nose.
"More than you'll ever understand."
He paused to take a deep breath, brushing your messy hair away from your face before he continued on with what he wanted to say.
"Anyways, as I was saying. How would you feel about moving into the house with the rest of us?"
Still staring up at him, you arched an eyebrow and gave him another sly smile despite the way your heart rate rose quickly at his question.
"Han Jisung," you tsked. "That's a big step. We aren't even dating yet."
You expected a pout to appear on Jisungs face at your joke, but you were surprised to find him smirking back at you instead, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek in amusement.
"Really? 'Cause I thought it was pretty obvious that we were after I had you practically screaming my name just a minute ago." Your jaw dropped in surprise at his upfront teasing. Jisungs smirk deepened as he caught your reaction before he mimicked you in a high-pitched voice, moaning with each word as it left his mouth dramatically.
"Oh Jisung! Oi Papi! You're so good! I love you so much! More than anything else in the world! I'm all yours! Take me, take me!”
You smacked his arm and tried to hide your giggle around a hard glare, but failed miserably. “Alright, alright. It wasn’t that dramatic.”
Jisung let out a laugh of his own at his theatrics and snuggled you closer to him.
“Seriously though, Bubs. Move into the house with us. You practically live there already. We can turn the guest bedroom into an office for you and you can stay with me in mine. We’ve been dying to have you move in for years now.” he explained as he rubbed a hand slowly up and down your back.
Electricity shot through the ends of his fingertips as he trailed his fingers along the curve of your spine. You melted into his touch as you stared up at him, your fingers coming up to prod at his adorable mole again.
Moving in with Jisung and the rest of the family seemed like nothing but a green flag. You did already spend all of your time at the house rather than your own apartment, and you knew each and every member of your friend group would be absolutely over the moon if you moved in. But, you were an introvert at heart, and although you loved your friends dearly, you knew you’d miss your cherished alone time and private space.
“I don’t know Ji.” you whispered as you stared at his beauty mark, unable to meet his gentle gaze. Jisung’s grin softened as he searched your eyes for any sign of you being uncomfortable with his request. He was relieved to find none but he did notice a hint of uncertainty in them, which he knew came from your introverted nature.
“I know you always said you enjoyed having your own space, but I’d feel a hell of a lot better if you moved in with us. I wouldn’t have to worry so much about Seojun showing up out of nowhere and catching you when you’re home alone.” he whispered.
You didn’t want to see the look of disappointment you knew would come to his face when you turned down his idea, so you settled with biting your lip as if you were still undecided.
“I don’t know. I need space for all of my stuff, and you and I both know that the guest bedroom is desperately needed for the amount of parties you idiots throw during your off time. I’ve seen more naked bodies in that bed than I care to admit.”
Jisung let out a small huff and curled his mouth to the side as he fell into another thought, taking your response seriously. You waited patiently as you watched the gears in his brain work in double time while he tried to come up with a better solution.
“Well, what if we move out and get a place together? I can keep you safe.”
Your heart jumped at the proposal, warmth spreading throughout your limbs as soon as the words left Jisungs mouth. You were taken back by how quickly he managed to come up with the idea, almost like he had been debating it for a while.
The second the words reached your ears, there wasn’t anything you wanted more, but you still found yourself shaking your head and giving him a pointed look.
“You wouldn’t hurt a fly, Ji.” you stated, as if that was reason enough not to. Jisungs eyebrows furrowed and he gave you an artificial look of disgust.
“Excuse you, but if Seojun ever dared to show up around here again, you can bet your sweet ass I’d put him in the hospital.”
You let out a thankful smile before you sighed.
“You don’t have to feel obligated to move in with me to keep me safe.” you spoke, your voice soft and quiet. Jisung scoffed at your words and shook his head as if what you said was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard.
“Princess, I’m not doing it as an obligation.” he paused to catch your chin in between his fingers as you began to turn your head away, forcing you to look him in the eye. “I’m not doing it for you, I’m doing it for me, okay? For us. Because now that I have you, the thought of not waking up next to you or coming home to you from here on out makes my stomach turn with anxiety. I don’t want to go another day or night without you by my side.”
You swore to yourself you weren’t going to cry again for the rest of the day, rest of the week even, but after seeing the honesty and sincerity and absolute devotion in his dark eyes, you felt the tears begin to form. The two of you were silent for a moment as he let his words, his emotions, sink in.
This was it for him. You were it for him. There was nowhere else he’d rather be.
You pouted up at him in astonishment.
“You’d… You’d move out of the family house and find a place with me?”
Jisung smiled down at you and wiped at the tears that were threatening to spill out of your widened eyes.
“Baby, I’d marry you tomorrow if I could.”
You swallowed roughly, choking back a sob at his words. It was definitely too soon to be talking about marriage, but the underlying commitment and unspoken promise in his voice rocked you to the core, rendering you speechless.
“I’m also going to sit down and talk with Chan and the managers to see what I have to do in order to bring you along with us whenever we travel for tours and performances and such.”
You blinked up at him, the surprise from his previous statement only making you more emotional. You weren’t expecting that.
“What?” was all you managed out. Jisung brushed his fingers through your hair and let out a hearty laugh.
“What? I was serious when I said I didn’t want to go another night without sleeping next to you.”
Your eyebrow shot up in question.
“Is that really a good idea?”
Jisung shrugged his shoulders and pulled your naked bodies impossibly closer together, revelling in the feeling of your soft skin on his. He could never get enough of this, enough of you.
“Ash and Jo come along with us. So why can’t you?”
It was your turn to scoff and let out a laugh.
“Ash has to, she's the head of make-up. And Chan threw an absolute fit when it came to Jo and that barely worked. How do you know they’ll let you?”
“I’ll throw a bigger fit.” Jisung answered, as if it was obvious. A smile broke out onto your face and you shook your head at him as he continued speaking. “I’m an idol, Baby. They have to let me. Plus, if the sex continues being this incredible, I won’t survive without it. And I can guarantee you none of them would want to put up with my cranky, stressed out ass if I’m forced to go months without you. I swear to God, there’s nothing more stress-relieving than being balls deep inside of your perfect little pussy.”
His voice had gone deep and husky, and you could feel his dick growing hard against your leg once again. Butterflies set off inside your stomach at his words, his tone. His one hand tightened its hold around your waist while the other guided your face towards his, his nose tracing yours.
“You’re so dramatic.” you whispered, your lips hardly brushing his.
Jisungs hand held your head in place as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You immediately melted into his touch, his scent, his taste as he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along yours lazily.
“Not dramatic. Just hopelessly in love.” he whispered as he pulled away and beamed up at you, his eyes sparkling with that familiar look of lust and love and happiness. You pulled further away from him and prodded his mole again with your finger, deciding it was your favourite thing to do.
“And what happens when this honeymoon phase ends Ji?” you questioned with a quirk of your brow. Jisung turned his head and caught your finger between his teeth, biting it playfully as his hand began tracing the curvature of your ass.
“Oh trust me. It never will. You’re my destiny, Jagiya.”
You practically swooned.
“Damn,” you breathed, fanning yourself dramatically, ignoring the flush that engulfed your cheeks and spread to your ears. “You love me that much?”
Jisung squeezed your ass into the palm of his hand, unintentionally pulling you against his hardening dick.. You could see the heat and desperation growing in his darkening eyes, causing a ball of fire to brew in the pit of your stomach.
“More than you’ll ever understand y/n. My love for you is like an eternal flame. It burns brighter than the sun and hotter than any desert on earth. It is truly and utterly endless.”
At his confession, you moved to abruptly straddle his waist, his words igniting a fire in your core. His dick pushed deliciously against your opening. Jisung let out a whimper as you lightly rubbed your pussy against the head of his cock, teasing him as you sent him a knowing smirk.
“You mean like a volcano?” you inquired. The smile that broke out onto Jisungs face would forever be imprinted into your eyelids as he connected the dots to what you were saying. He shook his head at you in awe, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly to his chest as he pulled you down onto him. He filled you to the brim in one motion, ripping a loud cry from your throat.
“You’re damn right Princess. Like a Goddamn volcano.”
AHH I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE AT THE END OMG!!
as mentioned in a previous post, I will not be writing/posting a Jisung POV anytime soon, but I do want to eventually do a bonus chapter, whether that be a pov or a time jump, idk yet. i will make an announcement about it closer to the time i do, so watch out for that.
Thank you all so much for reading and joining me on my journey of reposting this fic. As my first one, it is still so dear to my heart and I'm thankful I had that chance to go back and edit what I wanted to. I'm so much happier with this version than the original on my old blog. I hope you all love it as much as I do!
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Pairing: Bangchan x afab!reader
Genre: bff to more, fluff, smut (mdni!)
Warnings: chan is a loud whiny boy, lowkey a perv too, dry humping, fingering (f), unprotected sex (don’t do this please), semi orgasm denial (f)
Honestly, Chan secretly loved when your friends were saying you would look good together and he couldn’t agree more. Through the years, his feelings for you had evolved into something deeper. However, afraid to ruin your friendship, he just kept them for himself and was fucking some strangers met on dating app from time to time. Despite his efforts, you were haunting his mind and he just ended up ghosting his dates. Yet, the devil seemed to have other plans for him today, making it difficult for Chan to stick to his principles…
Words: 3K
A.N: hi it's cami! i think it's the first time im posting a fic so close of an other one haha, english is not my first language so I apologize for the mistakes.. hope you enjoy ♡ — 231105
« Come on, stop moving or I’m gonna mess it up », you sighed, highly concentrated on your best friend’s hand. « As if it wasn’t already » he scoffed. As expected, you glared at him which made him laugh a lot. In fact, the nail art you were doing on him was pretty good. A mix of black patterns, some nails fully painted and you even tried some chrome on an other one. He loved to spend his evening at your house. It was kind of a ritual. At least once a week, you met together to do an activity and relax from your busy adulthood. Tonight was nail salon, as you called it. Then you would probably watch something and he would leave around 1am. The usual.
You were sitting cross-legged in front of him, wearing one of his old black tee you had stolen from his dressing and some loose sports shorts. If one of your friends were seeing you like that, they would not miss the chance to tease you about it. They always thought that you and Chan were crushing on each other. It was true that you were probably acting a bit odd compared to regular best friends. Always spending your free time together, calling each other daily, being a bit more touchy and cuddly. And saying you didn’t find him hot would have been a huge lie. Honestly, Chan secretly loved when your friends were saying you would look good together and he couldn’t agree more. Through the years, his feelings for you had evolved into something deeper. However, afraid to ruin your friendship, he just kept them for himself and was fucking some strangers met on dating app from time to time. Despite his efforts, you were haunting his mind and he just ended up ghosting his dates. Yet, the devil seemed to have other plans for him today, making it difficult for Chan to stick to his principles…
A bit bored while waiting for you to finish, he was freely looking at you, knowing you wouldn’t catch him. Still concentrated, your lips were forming a pout, he thought it was really cute and held back a smile. What wasn’t cute was the way his shirt, too big for you, was dropping on your shoulder and collarbone. This felt way too domestic. He was about to look away when he noticed it. The way you were sitting was actually giving him a full view on it. You weren’t wearing any underwear… His hand twitched and you started to grumble « Chan Bahng. Please stop moving. It’s the last one. » He could feel his cheeks and ears turning crimson as you looked at him right in the eyes. Did you realize something ? You seemed slightly confused but went back to your work. Why did he had to see it ? He needed to think about something else, anything. « Tadam! It’s done! » you proudly announced, a smirk adorning your face. « You like what you see ? » you were expectant. You thought it was really great but your best friend’s face seemed uneasy. Chan was caught off guard by the double meaning of your sentence. « Y-yea, it’s really pretty. » he stuttered. And it was but something else was really pretty and he started to wonder how it would feel on his tongue… You frowned
« Hmm, you don’t seem to believe it. » you stated, arms crossed on your chest. Damn it. His pants were feeling tighter and tighter. He cursed himself. Why was he acting like a teenager suddenly ? « Y/N. I love it. And I would also love some tea. » he said in an attempt to distract you and for him to calm down. You rolled your eyes. « Geez. You men always want everything. » despite your complain, you stood up and went toward your kitchen buffet. The black haired boy almost sighed in relief. He started to scan his surroundings furiously, trying to find something to hide his growing boner. A pillow was resting on your sofa, this would do the job. « Which flavor do you want ? Mint ? Raspberry ? Earl Grey ? » you called him out, bringing his full attention back to you. You were tiptoeing to grab the tea boxes, letting the curves of your butt exposed. This was no good. No good at all. He was glad the pillow was covering him but how much would it last ? He couldn’t stay like this forever. He had to jerk himself off or he would paint his underwear real soon. « Earl Grey, please ». You put two cups of water into the microwave and went back next to your friend. He thought you would stay in the kitchen while he would quickly disappear into your bathroom but you didn’t. He closed his eyes and tried to stop thinking about your body, about how much he wanted to fuck you right now.
Getting yourself comfortable, you grabbed the remote to look through Netflix’s catalog in search of the movie you could watch and put your legs over Chan’s lap. When you did so, you felt your friend lightly jump. You looked at him. His eyebrows were frowned and he seemed in a sort of distress. « Channie, you’re okay ? » you were worried about him. His face was pretty red and he couldn’t stop fidgeting. « Yea, why would I not be ? » replied the man with a forced smile. You didn’t fall for his masquerade. « Stop this. You’re my best friend and I know when you’re not feeling great. » you came closer, your face few inches away from his as you put your hand on his forehead. He didn’t seem to have a fever but his skin was a bit moist. He gulped at the proximity. He needed to leave this room, right now. « My stomach hurts a little, that’s all. Maybe, I’m gonna go to the bathroom. » You nodded and grabbed the pillow covering him. « Sure. I’m sorry I put my legs on you. It must have hurt. » you said but his hand had grabbed the cushion as well. You tugged on it harder but your friend was resisting. He seemed all serious. « Don’t. » he pleaded. You came closer to use your full force on the pillow, distracting Chan long enough for you to remove it. « Why are you being so stub— » you didn’t finish your sentence, your eyes travelling from your best friend’s crotch to his face.
He just wanted to disappear right now and your reaction didn’t help. « Are… are you actually hard ? » you uttered. Fuck. You didn’t mean to say those words out loud but you were so surprised. Surprised, yes, but in a good way. The black haired boy, decided it was time for him to leave, you would talk about it later and brush it off. Just like that, it would turn into one of your inside joke and you would probably tease him about it for a long time. Standing up, he took his sweater but you grabbed his wrist. « How ? » you asked. « Y/N please… This is already really embarrassing… » Chan whined. He glanced at you but you weren’t disgusted or mocking him as he would expect, you seemed rather needy. The butterflies in his stomach were going crazy. Was he getting high hopes for nothing ? As if you heard his thoughts, you asked him to sit down again. He visibly hesitated but complied to your demand. With a sudden adrenaline rush, you straddled his lap and put your hands on his shoulders. Your core was so close from his bulge that the fabric of your shorts was brushing on it. Chan was frozen, not knowing if he was dreaming or no.
« You don’t need to be embarrassed around me. I can help you. » you said faintly. The man was dumbfounded and he felt like his heart was about to burst. He wanted to protect your friendship badly but seeing you being so genuine on top of him made him loose his mind. « Please. » he breathed out, his hands carefully traveling to meet your waist. You set your eyes on him, looking at his features. His brows, his soft brown eyes, his beautiful kissable lips… You cupped his face and softly closed the gap between you. As soon as your lips touched his, you could feel his hands grasping your waist tighter, making you fully sit on his crotch, his moan being muffled by your kiss. « Fuck… » he groaned, « I’m sorry, I didn’t… » he stopped to catch his breath as you slowly started to grind down on him. « Hmm ? » you hummed. How was he supposed to function if you were pushing him into his limits. « Y/N, you’re already driving me crazy. Don’t make things worse. » he inhaled. You gave him another light thrust, the heat in the pit of your stomach dangerously increasing. « Is this not helping ? » you asked with a mischievous smile blooming on your face. You were playing with him and he kinda loved the sight of it. « I don’t want to cum in my pants but into you. » he bluntly replied. A small gasp escaped your lips at his words, his hips lifting up towards you.
« What are you waiting for then ? » you whispered to his ear. « Shut up » he chuckled. Placing himself more comfortably, he brought your body closer to him, your bodies meeting each other in a sensual rhythm, your hands on his toned chest.
Chan was surely gorgeous but little did you expect to get dripping wet just by rubbing yourself on him, still being fully clothed. A sigh escaped his lips once again, his hands sliding to your hips to make you grind harder on him, making it almost painful. « You just looked so good earlier. » he pressed his lips on your neck, « Wearing my shirt as if you were already mine ». You tugged on his curls, making his head fall back.
« And you got hard just with that ? » you raised a brow, your free hand reaching for his zipper. « You’re not wearing underwear, I saw it when… » another groan as you were feeling his length. It trembled softly. « When you were doing my nails. »
You felt your cheeks getting red. « That’s unfair ! You already saw everything ! » you pouted between wet kisses. He laughed at your behavior while your hands were busy unbuckling his belt. « You can see everything too ». Resting on the back of the couch, he let you unzip his pants. His dick was thick and trapped behind his black boxer. You seized the hem of it, finally relieving the painful member glittering with precum. Chan sighed loudly. From the way his lips were a bright pink or the veins of his hands and lower abdomen were popping, you could say that the view was so breathtaking it had you squeezing your thighs together. Your friend didn’t miss that and started to softly pump himself. « Sinful » you thought, trapping your lower lip between your teeth, hands resting on his lap. You could feel the electricity running through your veins at the way he was staring down at you while jerking himself off. You wanted to feel him deep inside.
With a breath, you removed your shirt and started to lower your shorts but he stopped you. « No. They stay on while we fuck. » he almost growled those words, making your clit throb. « You can be so bossy sometimes » you shook your head with a smile. He hummed, kissing you with passion, biting your lip, sucking on your tongue. « I always knew you were a good kisser » you muttered. « Of course, I am. Never doubt of it again. » he replied with a smug voice. He started to lower his kisses, going down your neck, your collarbones, until his lips were attached to your nipple.
You ran your hands through his locks, gripping it and he loved the small pain coming from it. You focused your gaze on his face as you started to hump on him again, searching for something to satisfy yourself, watching his reaction. And he didn’t disappoint, more muffled sounds coming from his throat, making your breast vibrates. After a bit, he put an halt to your movements. « It burns a little. » he sheepishly said.
« Oh, I’m sorry! » he stopped you from leaving his lap, « It’s okay Y/N, we just need to put this to the side, hmm ? ». His look was eager, his hand waiting for your approval to move your shorts. You quickly nodded. With a grin, he put them aside, leaving enough place for him to touch your sensitive spot easily. « Gosh! You’re so wet that you even stained your shorts » he whispered, amazed. « Don’t say it out loud and do something for it! » you grumbled. What a pleasure it was when you felt his slim fingers sliding down your folds. He never thought this would happen, yet, here you were moaning on his hand. His dick twitched dangerously, some cum escaping at the sight of it. Your hips were unconsciously following his touch, steady and variating the pressure on his palm. When a first digit entered your pussy, you moaned into his shoulder, thighs lightly shaking. « Chan, fuck… ». It felt so good, just by the way he added one more finger, how he made them curl inside you, his thumb rubbing your clit, touching all the good parts of your core.
« Ch-Chan, can I touch you ? » you panted. You wanted to share your pleasure. He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to let you do that, he was already too close. However, he wanted to see how your soft hand would wrap around his shaft. Staring into your eyes, he nodded. He removed his digits for you to concentrate on him, which became rather difficult when he put his fingers into his mouth, tasting you. He licked every single drop of it as if you were made of honey.
« You’re so hot… » you sighed. « And you taste so good. »
You wrapped your hand at the base of his cock, giving it few strokes. A loud whimper escaped his throat. You kept going, your thumb rubbing the top of it, precum making it slippery. Yea, it wasn’t a good idea to let you masturbate him. « Y/N I’m gonna- » he chocked. He tried hard to hold back his climax, in vain. After few minutes, his seed was all over your hand. « Wow, you truly were on the edge » you teased him. He pouted. « Can you blame me ? I've been horny for more than an hour... »
He hooked your shorts further to the side. « But don’t think I can’t handle a second round, baby ». His voice was low and you got flustered by the pet name. He had never called you like that. « Make it wet for me, would you ? » he asked with an unsteady breath, bringing your hips down. Finally, your pussy was getting some attention, rubbing yourself on his length was making you lightheaded. You could feel Chan getting hard again under you, not wasting any time. Being skin to skin was even more appealing. You whined at the sensation, begging him to stop.
« What did you say ? » he mused, lifting your chin with one of his hand so you could look at him. « Stop, please » you cried. He chuckled, « And I was the one being on edge ? ». You frowned but your hips kept moving uncontrollably. You could feel the heat between your legs increasing and, when your mouth started to form an O, your friend rolled away from you. Leaving you clenching around nothing, aching.
« W-what ? »
« You have to come around me, Y/N. » he tenderly hugged you, grabbing your thighs to lay you down on the couch. Now towering you, he removed his shirt, letting you admire his toned torso and perfect abs before he got rid of the last pieces of fabric covering his body. You touched his lower abdomen, sliding down his thighs, mesmerized. He couldn't help but smile and kiss your forehead, putting both his forearms around your head, caging you. « Ready ? » he asked, a tint of impatience in his voice. « Yes ».
Positioning himself at your entrance, Chan started to push into you. You needed to get accustomed to the stretch yet, it felt already delectable. And the more he thrusted into you, the more you could feel your folds spreading for him. The growl he let out was the loudest you had heard until then. He was so vocal and it aroused you like crazy. You always had a sweet spot for men who were not afraid to let their partner know how much they felt good.
« Fuck Y/N… you… » Chan blabbered. « Hmm ? » you hummed, unable to make an intelligible sentence. « It’s like you were made for my cock. » he panted. He was completely inside of you now, slamming his hips back and forth against your pelvis. His moans were filling the room and you inevitably joined him into his chorus. You were completely wrecking him, making you both see stars as a second wave of pleasure was growing. « Y/N, you’re… doing so well… taking me… all— ». Your name fell like a mantra out of his lips as he was marking his love into your skin. The praise electrified all your senses, making you unintentionally clench around him. « For fuck sake » he hissed. « Channie… I can’t—».
« Just a little more, baby… I promise. » he kissed you, your tongues twirling, your nails scratching the tender skin of his back. Wanting more, you lifted your hips up to meet his, the new angle giving him a full access to repeatedly hit your G spot. « Oh my god » you panted. Chan couldn’t even speak anymore. Your walls were getting tighter and tighter on him, making it difficult to move. He placed sloppy kisses, on your forehead, your nose, your neck, never stopping to compliment you. Tensed and overwhelmed, his pace was getting slower, creating something new after all that frenzy. That’s when you felt it, rushing through your veins. Unable to resist it, you let your orgasm take over you, shaking between Chan’s arms as he was reaching his own climax, painting your walls. He fell onto you, his head resting on your chest as you were softly caressing his curls. « Wow. » he laughed and you joined him. « That was intense » you added. He hummed, breathing the scent of your skin mixed to his own. « Was it helpful ? »
He raised himself high enough to face you. « You know you’re a brat, right ? ». You smirked, coming closer to his face, his eyes shining in anticipation. « Maybe ». Rolling his eyes, he fell back down on you to kiss you more.
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[9:05 pm]
felix should have known this would happen.
it's not your fault.
he had no real reason to be angry with you.
you said no promises.
and he told you that's fine.
but he still feels like he breaking a promise every time.
even when he's with someone else he feels guilty when he's not with you.
he's jealous.
how you can play with no strings attached.
and stick to your word.
you told him.
but he was still hurting.
and he was angry with himself for letting it go on as long as it did.
of course he would develop feelings.
even though you didn't.
he wishes you would say something.
he wishes you had feelings for him too.
#how dare u play w lix like that 💔#lixie baby im sorry#also if u know the song ily lets be bffs#felix imagines#felix scenarios#felix drabbles#felix blurbs#felix au#felix x reader#felix fluff#felix angst#skz felix#skz imagines#skz scenarios#skz blurbs#skz drabbles#skz au#skz x reader#skz fluff#skz reactions#skz angst#skz
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gifs of my sunshine (101/∞)
#stray kids#felix#lee felix#felixleenet#createskz#bystay#staysource#jypartists#malegroupsnet#yongbok#lee yongbok#stray kids gifs#stray kids felix#skz#my.gifs#mysunshine#'i won't gif until later this week' *proceeds to gif immediately*#honoring my lying bff <3 (lix)#only 4 gifs tho my ps is fighting me rn
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Thoughts on perv BFF Kim Seungmin
Warnings: suggestive/not explicit but lots of implications, an inclination towards pet-play, collars, voyeuristic tendencies, general creep-itude (obviously, that's why it says "perv" in the title)
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Makes fun of you for liking lattes, but make you them anyway. Always adds way more whipped cream than necessary and calls it your “pup cup” when he brings it to you. Watches a little too closely to the way you lap up the topping with your tongue. He's honestly just torturing himself because now he's stuck in his seat until he can calm down again.
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He always jokes around by calling you his puppy. “What a messy puppy,” he murmurs while pointing out you have whipped cream on your cheek. “What a good puppy,” he smiles when you get a good performance review. “Come on, puppy! Come here, girl!” He laughs, urging you to hurry up when he picks you up from work.
Switches to calling you a dog when he's annoyed. “You're like a dog in heat,” he scoffs when you tell him about your preparations for an upcoming date. “You're drooling like a dog,” when you mention an actor you think is handsome.
Mysteriously disappears into the nearest bathroom for fifteen minutes when you play into the nickname. He starts blushing and rushes away when you come up to him and say “I'm on my good girl shit! The puppy got a raise!” He excuses it by saying you were being embarrassing.
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Buys you a beautiful choker with the cutest locket on it for your birthday. You think it's cute and immediately spin, facing away from him and urging him to put it on you. Thank god. He can feel himself sweating as he does so.
Jeongin calls him out later on.
“That's a goddamn day collar!”
Seungmin shrugs, stepping on Jeongin’s foot to make him shut up before you're back in earshot.
“You don't know shit. How do you know what that is?”
Jeongin pipes down because he does not want to explain how he knows.
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Becomes the world's clumsiest cooking companion around you. Constantly dropping things and asking you to pick them up, claiming he's too sore from practice. Will accidentally kick whatever it is under the edges of furniture, so you have to get on your hands and knees. Uses the opportunity to stare at your ass and steal peeks down your shirt, mentally storing the images away for later that night.
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Buys an additional smartphone while abroad so he can take photos without the shutter sound. Sure, he might have been able to jailbreak his Korean phone, but he just happened to be with Hyunjin while he was looking at electronics on tour, and the phone was just… there.
Starts carefully: blurry photos that are half covered by the fabric of his sweater sleeves or pants pocket. He can sort of discern how your chest looks in a sailor collared shirt. There's a suggestion of thighs in a pair of shorts.
Slowly gets bolder. The photos get clearer. He sneaks a photo almost every time he has the opportunity. Obvious shots down your shirt, mostly taken when he's standing behind you when you sit down. A hundred different shots angled sort of between your legs, all taken under tables when he sits across from you. Just a few scant photos lit only by flash where he carefully tugs a bit of your pajamas out of the way during pre- and post-tour sleepovers.
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He even tries reading fanfiction and using find+replace to put your name in (an idea he gets from Han, of course). It sort of works. For a little while. He bookmarks a few favorites for when he's truly desperate.
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Stray Kids Masterlist
#k.sm#seungmin headcanons#seungmin thoughts#seungmin fanfic#perv bff seungmin#seungmin fic#stray kids headcanons#stray kids thoughts#stray kids fanfic#stray kids fic#skz headcanons#skz thoughts#skz fanfic#skz fic#off schedule
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40 follower special event !
thank you for 40 followers guys, i'm actually really thankful and i don't even know how i got here tbh!!!! doing all of this to commemorate <3
BIO !
for this moodboard event you will be making an mb custom for your biggest tumblr fan!
go to your tumblr activity and you can see your biggest fan if you scroll down.
figure out your biggest fan's ults, favorite aesthetics and favorite colors.
STEPS !
create ONE board for your biggest fan
use their favorite things. it doesn't have to be kpop!!
use the tag #rose's bff ! event
PRIZES !
1st place - reblogs, 3 moodboards, and a follow
2nd place - reblogs, 2 moodboards
3rd place - reblogs & 1 moodboard
ETC !
to properly join the event please reblog and tag three other mutuals who may be interested!!
tag me in either the moodboard itself or the replies
deadline is january 1st! good luck to everybody!
tags ! @miryofshampoo @bellelovesyou
#rose's bff ! event#kpop#kpop moodboard#kpop gg#kpop bg#kpop event#kpop mb event#mb event#moodboard event#event#kpop mb#skz#txt#enha#zb1#aespa#twice#bts#bp#blackpink#itzy#stayc#loona#lee know
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Hello :) My name is Jules and I am a writer here on tumblr. I have gone on and off with tumblr and I have decided to come back on and work on my writing. I want to continue to practice one of my favorite hobbies! I will only be writing for Stray Kids on this blog. Feel free to send in requests but I will only complete the ones that I am comfortable with. Ask anything about me if you would like as well.
Masterlist:
Series
One Shot / Drabbles
Bang Chan
Echoes (preview post)
idol!reader is in a bit of a dilemma. A romance that could have once blossomed is now withered away to dust because of a jealous trainee from another company. Her career may also be at stake, because nobody likes a bitter idol.
#stray kids smau#bff!skz#bsf!skz x reader#bsf!skz#skz smau#stray kids#stray kids x reader#stray kids x y/n#felix x reader#bang chan#lee know#changbin#han jisung#seungmin#jeongin#hyunjin
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비가 되어
(you become the rain)
하염없이 너는 내려
(endlessly pouring down on me)
@bunchofroses07
#rose's bff ! event#lee know#stray kids#skz#stray kids moodboard#skz moodboard#kpop#kpop bg#lino#skz minho#skz lee know#lee minho#skz lee minho#kpop moodboard#kpop layouts#kpop icons#pink#pink moodboard#kpop messy moodboard#skz icons#skz layouts#skz packs#bunnies#rabbit#kpop boys#messy icons#messy layouts#messy moodboard#messy locs#kpop idols
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STRAY KIDS as best friends
pairing. bff!skz x gn!reader
format. headcanons
a/n. truly sorry there’s no “read more” on this post but chunks of my post kept getting deleted and messed up every time i tried putting it in :/
chan
- therapy best friends
- listening to each other vent all the time
- you’re the first person he goes to when he’s struggling and vice versa
- you’ve developed such an immense amount of trust between the two of you like it’s crazy
- if one of you shares a secret, that secret is not leaving the pair of you EVER
- he cares about the people close to him so much and you’re no exception
- remembers everything about you
- favorite ice cream flavor, go-to drink order, every story you’ve told him—everything
- in turn, he’s the BEST gift giver
- you’ll mention wanting something in passing six months before your birthday and he’ll remember and get it for you
- definitely one to write you long birthday cards about how much you mean to him
- “what would i do without you?” - chan, all the time
- he always texts you about whatever cool thing he saw
- of course, he’s clingy
- hugging you 24/7
- you two have definitely taken multiple naps together just cuddling
- heals the soul
- also asks you about your opinion on every song he produces because he wants to know what you think, even if you know nothing about music production
- platonic soulmates 100%
minho
- people who see you guys for the first time think you hate each other
- but that’s just your friendship
- lighthearted insults and poking fun at each other
- but you have so much love between you two
- he thinks you’re the best person in the world
- you share every thought with him and vice versa
- you know the other better then they know themselves
- he’s not one for verbal affection but once he wrote you a letter about how much he appreciated you and you cried
- he has a list of all the cool places he wants to take you
- you’re also the kind of best friends who could go months without talking and when you finally see each other, it’s like nothing has changed
- not that minho would leave you alone for months
- no, he’s texting you “hey look at this cat” all the time
- he loves you too much to not be in contact with you every second that he can
changbin
- you do EVERYTHING together
- changbin loves having company and you will be the company
- whether you’re going to a fun amusement park or literally just to the grocery store, changbin will come with you
- you’re a package deal
- spending almost every waking minute together does bring two people closer
- if you’re the kind of person that hates ordering or talking to strangers, changbin will do all of that for you with no issue
- he’s very considerate when it comes to you
- will be one to be like “did you sleep well?” and “have you eaten yet?” and if you say no he calls you stupid
- he looks after you a lot, sometimes without realizing
- just wants to make sure his best friend is healthy and happy
- he definitely feels like your younger brother, you guys have a sibling relationship
- poking fun at each other every now and then but having lots of love
- comes to you 24/7 with “hey hey listen to these lyrics i just wrote”
hyunjin
- you two are in you’re own little world sometimes
- going to art museums and sharing earbuds while talking in low voices to each other—fully just living life in one another’s company
- it’s a good time
- he loves telling you about his interests and you love listening and watching his eyes light up
- he also just has so much??? love????? for you??????
- like he adores you and will hype you up all the time
- brings you up in every conversation
- you guys take so much photos of each other everywhere you go like you could make a giant photo album
- he likes cherishing memories with you
- and when you’re not together, he’s texting you every second about what just happened in his life and sending photos from wherever he is
- you’re the first person he comes to when something's on his mind
- cherishes your opinion
jisung
- certified idiots
- you guys are just loud whenever you get in range of each other
- everyone’s rolling their eyes at you when you two get going
- world’s best comedy duo
- but you know how to be serious and talk about some really deep emotional things
- you’d trust each other with the biggest secret you have
- you’re just so so close
- honestly he feels like an extension of you and you of him
- you two feel more complete when you’re together
- everything is better when you’re with your best friend
- sharing plates at dinners, trying new ice cream shops, walking in the park at night, spending early mornings at the studio listening to jisung mumble new lyrics for a song
- enjoyment increases by 1000000%
- no two people seem more made for each other than you two do
- sorry if you get a partner one day, they might have to fight jisung to be your #1 priority
felix
- are you really best friends if the whole world doesn’t think you’re dating?
- your relatives ask you if he’s your boyfriend every year
- it’s only because you seem to spend every waking minute together doing everything and you’re attached at the hip and felix can’t keep his arm off your shoulders and you know everything about each other and you’d die for each other
- the best best friends
- you’ve developed some kind of secret language
- when you two really get going, absolutely no one else can understand you
- like you’re just making references and giving each other looks and you’re having a whole conversation that only makes sense to you two
- he’s the kind to pick up something for you wherever he goes
- your favorite candy at a convenience store, a souvenir when he travels, a small accessory when shopping
- you’re on his mind all the time
seungmin
- such a comfy friendship
- countless late nights spent watching whatever show and sharing snacks
- the type of best friends to sit in the same room in silence for HOURS just doing your separate things
- then he just goes “you wanna get food?”
- and you go get food
- quality time is the love language of your friendship
- you’ll spend the whole weekend glued together going anywhere and doing anything
- you’re too familiar with the quirks and eccentrics of seungmin
- you’ll bring him up to other people and they’ll go “seungmin seems so quiet and calm”
- and you’re just like ???????
- not your seungmin
- he can be a little shit at times (a lot of the time) and you’ll be THIS close to throttling him and then he smiles and you’re like FINE i love u again
jeongin
- he uses his charms for evil
- “y/n will you do me a favor...?” with the most heart-warming smile ever
- of course you’re saying yes
- king of acts of service
- washing your dishes, doing your busy work, paying for you
- and when you notice and thank him he denies it
- you’ll mention that you really like this one sweater of his and the next day it’s on your bed in a gift bag
- always ready and willing to give you fashion advice, even if you didn’t ask for it
- “don’t wear that it doesn’t go with your shoes”
- “i literally didn’t ask”
- but you listen anyways
- you trust that he’ll be honest with you no matter what so you come to him all the time for an opinion on something
- when he’s upset or frustrated, you’re the one he confides in
- you just get each other so well
#bff!skz#skz x gn!reader#skz x reader#skz imagines#skz fluff#stray kids fluff#chan x reader#minho x reader#changbin x reader#hyunjin x reader#jisung x reader#felix x reader#seungmin x reader#jeongin x reader#stray kids best friend#best friend skz
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pairing: librarian!changbin x afab reader x frat boy!jisung
requested: no
genre: fluff, smut, just a tinge of angst (minors dni)
warnings: fingering (f receiving), semi-public sex, lowkey exhibitionism, cum eating, unprotected sex (be safe) and use of the pull out method (do not do this)
word count: 6.8k
a/n: my own contribution to my own collab! a big thank you to all of the other fabulous writers who participated, pls go read their fics! this is quite self indulgent as it is my dream to get railed in a library, but thank you to @seo--changbin for giving me inspo on librarian changbin and @ddeungies for helping me figure out the smut scene 😵💫 also lowkey contributing to the glorification of frat boys with jisung in this fic, so just a reminder to make sure you and your partner get tested before any kind of sexual interaction (be safe y'all). enjoyyy (also yes the title is from rpdr)
photos not mine, credits to original owners (retrieved from pinterest)
“fuck, you’re like, sucking me in.”
“mmhm.”
“it’s like a- shit… like an octopus.”
…what the fuck? weird comparison but ok.
the man currently pistoning his fingers in and out of you with little regards to precision is none other than han jisung, fuck boy extrordanaire.
jisung is clearly the kind of guy that’s not enrolled in university because he cares about school and getting a degree. if he was, he wouldn’t be in a frat. jisungs days are mostly filled with blowing off lectures to sleep in and eat 5 day old stale pizza. he claims that bench pressing is a religion and drinks upwards of 3 protein shakes a day, all while somehow managing to just barely pass all of his courses.
typical behaviour of someone who drops thousands of dollars on tuition and living expenses for the sake of party culture. he’s also just not very smart.
he’s not stupid per se, but he’s definitely someone you would categorize as a himbo. attractive, kinda muscular, likes to fuck but doesn’t actually know how to do it well. disregard that; it’s not that he doesn’t know how to do it well, it’s just that he isn’t particularly concerned about how much pleasure his partner is receiving.
which is why you internally rejoice when he pulls his fingers out of you, sucking at them briefly before placing his hand beside your head to somewhat trap you underneath him.
“ready for my dick, babygirl?”
ew. it’s 2022, do people still say babygirl?
“ready as i’ll ever be,” you groan with a hint of repulsion; a hint that the man on top of you does not pick up on.
the whole ordeal lasts about a minute. jisung almost finishes the second he sticks his dick inside of you, but manages to compose himself before thrusting in a manner that can only be described as sloppy. he continuously mutters phrases like ‘fuck you’re so tight’ and ‘you like that?’ while fucking you into his mattress that feels like a cardboard box.
eventually, he finishes and rolls off of you before sticking his hand out to give you a fist bump. nice.
jisung reaches over to his nightstand to pick up a tv remote, mumbling a quiet ‘anything you wanna watch?’ as he browses various streaming platforms. when you shake your head no, he presses play on some random anime and falls asleep in less than 5 minutes.
you lie underneath jisung’s stale bed sheets for several moments, wanting to wait until he’s fully asleep before you can slip out so as to avoid an awkward conversation. when soft snores pass his lips, you know you’re in the clear, and you pull your clothes back on before sneaking out of his bedroom and into the night.
・・・・・
“so? han jisung? how was it!!?” sana asks with way too much energy for someone that woke up at 7:00 am.
“to say it was horrible would be an understatement.” you groan while slipping into the seat across from her in your campus student centre.
“you’re kidding, for real??! all of the girls he’s hooked up with act as if he’s some kind of sex god…”
you haphazardly toss your worn in tote bag into the empty seat beside you before sighing, “dude has no idea what he’s doing.”
“but he was supposed to fuck the stress out of you...” sana says with a frown, her gaze travelling to her half-empty matcha latte.
sana’s a good friend. she gets good grades and encourages you to do your assignments. she likes to read and is a frequent customer at the campus starbucks - she says it’s because her best friend, jeongyeon, is one of the baristas but you know it’s because she has a crippling caffeine addiction.
when you complain about having nothing to wear she lets you borrow her clothes, and in return you help her touch up the roots of her hair. the two of you drink wine in an attempt to act like adults who have their shit together, but you both make weekly calls to your parents when you can’t figure out how to work the stove or need to fill out your taxes.
you tell eachother secrets and have spent multiple nights staying up until the sun begins to rise while venting about your life problems. it’s a perfectly codependent friendship.
so, it was only natural that a couple weeks ago you let it slip to sana that bouts of stress were eating away at you as the end of the semester was approaching.
“my neck hurts and my ribs are tight and i have a constant headache, i swear all of my profs want me dead,” you ponder aloud to your best friend/roommate while sipping on prosecco mixed with orange juice (childish, i know - but wine tastes like shit), “maybe i’m dying.”
“you’re not dying, y/n,” sana assures you while tucking her knees into her chest on her spot on your couch, “you’re just stressed.”
after that conversation you tried everything.
meditation, yoga… ok fine just meditation and yoga, but they did little to ease the constant barrage of emotions and achiness and fatigue.
“when was the last time you got laid?” the question fell from sana’s lips with ease right after you had made a particularly raunchy comment about pedro pascal in the mandalorian.
that’s a great question - one that you did not know the answer to. you stare up at the ceiling while trying to count backwards in your head, eventually muttering “uhh… i don’t know, honestly.”
and so operation get fucked was underway. it’s textbook: receiving pleasure is a sure fire way to rid yourself of your worries and woes and leave you feeling like a brand new person. all you need to do is find a willing candidate who can bring you to orgasm - your vibrator can only do so much.
lucky for you, the guys in your university’s frat were always dtf, and you had heard the girl you sat next to during your poli sci seminars mention jisung not too long ago.
your plan was foolproof; jisung would blow your back out and you’d wake up feeling like a whole new person, ready to conquer the endless bout of essays, research proposals and exams that have been thrown at you by your professors.
until it backfired when you found out from first hand experience that han jisung is bad at sex.
breaking the news to sana is almost more upsetting than the hookup itself.
you watch as her face forms into one of disgust and shock as you recount the events from last night, “he gave me a fist bump after he finished.”
sana cringes especially hard at that, but then erupts into a fit of laughter - you can’t blame her.
“so operation get fucked was a bust,” she sips her drink, “but you really need to work on this romanticism assignment.” typical sana bringing up academics when it’s the last thing you want to talk about.
“ugh, i hate that course. i should just take the 0.”
sana rolls her eyes, “don’t think like that y/n! you’ve at least started it right?”
you have not, and sana clues in on this due to your prolonged silence.
“dude, this paper is due in 2 days… get a move on!!”
“fiiiine, i’ll go to the library right now” you huff in exasperation while slinging your bag over your shoulder and standing up. you were being dramatic, but you wanted sana to feel some guilt for pressuring you to work - she’s the one who made you take this course in the first place.
your guilt tripping clearly doesn’t work on sana as she just diverts her attention back to her laptop, not even bothering to spare you one final glance. you roll your eyes before walking away from your table and beginning to make your way across campus.
・・・・・
libraries are the worst.
they smell like dust and mildew and half of the books on the shelves are so worn out the pages feel like they’ll disintegrate the second you touch them .
not to mention that people who frequent the library are so pretentious. the second you make a noise louder than a decibel there are half a dozen people shooting daggers at you with their eyes.
let’s just get this over with.
having only been in the library a handful of times before this one, it takes you some time to find everything on your list. why are library shelving systems so confusing? all of the books you need are somewhat similar in terms of content but all ended up being in completely different sections.
oh well, you’ve got everything you need. time to get the fuck out of here.
you toss your stack of books onto the desk at the front, failing to notice how the dull thump! startles the student librarian since you’re digging through your bag in an attempt to find your student card.
the man behind the desk looks at you, somewhat taken aback by your insolent demeanour, but begins to scan your books anyway while analysing your choices.
“shelley? i thought most people read frankenstein in highschool…”
his sudden words pull you out of your student-card-finding stupor, and you blink a few times while you process what he said.
“i didn’t realise judging students' choices in literature is one of your job requirements,” you glance at his name tag, “changbin.”
“i’m not judging! just making an observation.”
“it sure sounded like you were judging.”
changbin throws his hands up in defence before scanning the rest of your books, undoubtedly cursing you out in his mind.
he prompts you to scan your student card before sliding the pile of books across the desk towards you, muttering a quiet ‘they’re due in 2 weeks’ before focusing on the desktop computer in front of him.
grabbing your books and shoving them into your bag, you catch him giving you one final disparaging look as you exit the library.
asshole.
・・・・・
for some reason unbeknownst to you, jisung had taken a liking to you after his failed attempt to give you an orgasm. so, it surprised you when he approached you outside of your lecture hall to ask you to come to a party he’s throwing tonight.
“it’ll be fun! you can meet all of my friends and we can hangout and maybe fool around a bit, eh?”
you don’t know why you said yes. maybe somewhere in the back of your mind you thought that within the few days it’s been since you hooked up with jisung he had somehow gotten better at sex and could actually fuck you.
or it could be because he looked like a lost puppy as he waited for your response while standing outside the building you were just in (how did he know what class you had?). his hair was fluffy and his eyes were wide as he gazed at you expectantly, the sleeves of his hoodie covered his knuckles as his fingers gripped the straps of his backpack.
so you agreed, and jisung did a small victory fist pump. since when did frat boys catch feelings?
now it’s nearing 10:00 pm, and you’re tearing apart your bedroom in search of a party outfit while getting an earful from sana, who’s on speakerphone.
“why on earth are you going to a party y/n!?” she bashes you through the phone, her voice hushed since she’s in the student centre again, planning on pulling an all-nighter, “need i remind you that this assignment is worth 40% of our grade?”
“listen,” you start while pulling several shirts out of their drawers, “after the party, i’ll stop at the convenience store on the corner by campus to buy a monster, and then i’ll meet up with you for an all-nighter!”
silence, and then: “you and i both know that’s not gonna happen.”
you roll your eyes knowing full well that sana can’t see you.
“i’ll get the assignment done, i promise. i’ll devote my entire day tomorrow to working on it in the library.”
mention of the library reminds you of your less than pleasant experience there earlier today. “hey do you know the student librarian changbin? god he is such a cunt,” you seethe while changing shirts.
“i’ve seen him there a few times, he seems nice!”
“you think everybody’s nice, sana.”
a familiar ping from your phone interrupts you, notifying you that your uber has pulled up outside of your apartment.
“i’ve gotta go, i’ll see you soon and i will get this assignment done. love ya!”
you hang up before sana can give you another lecture.
the ride to jisung’s frat is fairly short, and the lawn is already teeming with drunk university students upon your arrival. jisung is standing on the sidewalk waiting for you, his face lit up by the blue glow of his phone, and you get out and greet him.
with jisung’s arm wrapped around your waist you make your way inside. the party is busier than you thought it would be, what with it being a thursday night near the end of the semester you expected it to be a bit more sparse. but these are frat guys and sorority girls - partying is practically their only personality trait.
jisung pulls you over to a group of guys sitting on leather couches that are worse for wear, which is unsurprising considering the amount of people that have sat on them throughout the school year. all of the guys nod at you nonchalantly as jisung introduces you as ‘his girl’, and you try not to gag. why did you agree to this?
cheers erupt from the kitchen as 2 buff guys, who jisung tells you are chan and minho, carry in a keg and place it on the kitchen counter with a dull thud. jisung doesn’t let go of you as he weasels his way through the crowd and pours you a glass of copper coloured beer. you take a sip; it tastes like shit.
you spend god knows how long sitting on one of those crusty leather couches, sipping dry beer and trying not to grimace at the tart coating it leaves on your tongue and lips. jisung keeps his arm wrapped around you the entire time, his palm now sweaty against the exposed skin of your waist.
the floors and walls shake as the bass from the obnoxious house music blasts through subwoofers, and the red and white strobe lights give you a headache. somewhere someone sparks up a joint, and the putrid scent adds to the mix and overwhelms your senses. you feel like puking even though you’ve barely had anything to drink.
placing your cup down you push yourself off of the couch, intent on getting some fresh air. jisung calls out for you but soon loses sight of you in the sea of people that fills his living room.
upon making it to the shoddy back door, you swing it open and step outside onto the concrete patio, revelling in the freshness of the spring night. the backyard space is sizable - people are playing pong and flip cup on flimsy card tables set up on the grass while others dance and converse around them. an in-ground pool in the centre of the yard space emits an aquamarine glow as people in bikinis and swim trunks whack each other with pool noodles.
the scent of weed and sweat is replaced with that of grass and a faintness of chlorine - your lungs thank you as you take a deep inhale. it appears that jisung hasn’t come to look for you, and you don’t know if you should be offended or relieved.
although the backyard’s not empty, you’re able to fully stretch out both of your arms without bumping into someone, which is good enough for you.
party tip: if you’re looking for some alone time outside, head to the sides of the house, they’re almost always empty (occasionally you will come across people hooking up - exercise caution).
you step off the concrete patio and make your way to the right side of the house. all you need is a dark, quiet place where you can order an uber and go home. what you find instead is a certain someone enthralled in whatever he’s doing on his phone.
“hey, it’s the judgy librarian!”
changbin, having thought that he was alone, snaps his head up at your sudden exclamation, watching as you shuffle through the grass to where he’s standing.
“why are you here?” he questions while folding his arms across his toned chest, his sweater creasing in the process, “and i told you i was just making an observation.”
“i happened to be invited” you sneer while pulling your phone. the sudden burst of brightness from the screen is reminiscent of the strobe lights inside; it stuns you for a second and you lean against the brick exterior of the house.
“...are you okay?” changbin eyes you with concern, “you look kind of pale.”
this is weird, is the librarian suddenly being nice to you?
“yea, just a little woozy,” you say with a huff, “i’ll be fine though.”
a sudden stillness settles over the two of you, and it’s quiet spare for the people partying several feet away. you quickly order an uber and then let your hands rest at your sides.
your eyes fall upon changbins face and you scan his features. he has the hood of his tan sweater pulled up, and his ebony bangs are just long enough to cover his brows. he has a prominent cupids bow, and in the absence of good lighting his irises blend into his pupils making them look like tapioca pearls. he looks soft and clean, and you tear your eyes off of him to prevent yourself from catching feelings.
“why don’t we start over. clean slate.”
changbin considers your proposition for a moment, and then answers “...okay.”
it’s slightly odd, watching changbin ponder your proposition before turning on his heel and walking away from you. he stops just a couple feet away, his back facing you, before shaking his head slightly and turning back around.
you watch with amusement as he does a double take when he looks at you again, clearly trying to pretend like this is the first time he’s ever laid eyes on you, before confidently striding back to where he had been standing moments prior.
“are you from tennessee? because-”
“dear god, that is your go-to pick up line?”
a beat of silence, and changbin mumbles a quiet but diffident “...yes?”
you laugh at his bashfulness, a whole-hearted laugh where your eyes squeeze shut and your nose crinkles.
“what’s wrong with it!?” changbin whines like a 4 year old.
“it’s so cheesy!” you chuckle, “there’s no way you could pull anyone with that.”
changbin raises his eyebrows before responding, “you’d be surprised.” upon noticing your unconvinced facial expression, he rolls his eyes. “what do you think a good pick-up line is, then?”
“you could just ask them for their number.”
“okay, can i have your number?”
you laugh, and then you notice changbin’s anticipatory expression as he pulls his phone out of the big pocket of his hoodie. oh, he’s serious.
taking changbins phone in your hands, you create a new contact and add your number as well as your name, since you have yet to tell him that. handing the device back to him, he takes a look at the information you entered and whispers “y/n, i like that.”
that makes you more flustered than you’d care to admit. thankfully your own phone vibrates in your pocket at the same time, so you can blame the sudden fluttering feeling in your tummy on that. a familiar notification pops up on your homescreen, letting you know that your uber has pulled up and is waiting outside.
with reluctance you say goodbye to changbin, telling him to text you, before walking through the side gate and getting into the car so you can go home.
・・・・・
“rise and shine!” sana’s voice wakes you right before you’re blinded by the golden glow of the sun as she yanks your blinds open.
you’re only given seconds to recuperate before your comforter is torn off of your body, causing you to curl up into a ball like a potato bug to preserve heat.
“what the fuck sana..” you groan in annoyance while rubbing your eyes. what time is it?
“you said you’re going to devote your whole day to your assignment, so i’m making sure you get a head start!” sana says cheerfully before leaving your room.
rolling over, you pick up your phone to check the time. 7:00 am! this bitch is crazy.
“i made your favourite breakfast, so get up!” sana shouts from down the hall before making her way downstairs.
the thing about sana is that as much as she encourages you to finish your own assignments, she rarely actually helps you with them out of fear of breaking your university’s academic code of conduct. so this is how she helps you: forcing you to wake up at the ass crack of dawn and then bribing you to get up with the promise of pancakes.
rolling out of your bed, you make your way over to your closet - which is still a mess from when you raided it last night. appearance is not your top priority today, so you slip on a pair of baggy jeans and a sweatshirt before heading downstairs.
just as sana had said, a sky-high stack of blueberry pancakes is waiting for you once you enter the kitchen. sana has her favourite pink apron on while she flips some more on your stove.
you douse a few pancakes in butter and syrup and eat what you can before standing up to do your dishes. sana grabs your plate and ushers you towards the door instead, claiming that you ‘have a shit ton of work to do so you better get started’ - and she’s right, this assignment is a lengthy one.
the walk to the library is quite beautiful in all honesty. the sky is a hazy blue as the sun creeps it’s way up the horizon, birds sing their songs while flying from tree to tree. campus is sparse with students, only the few people with 8:00 am lectures or assignments that need to be completed are awake at this time.
swinging open the heavy double doors to the library, you make your way inside while trying to ignore the disappointment you feel when you see someone at the library desk that isn’t changbin.
he did text you last night to tell you that he had today off, so it’s not surprising, but unfortunate nonetheless. whatever, at least that means his good looks won’t be able to distract you!
heading up the industrial staircase to the second floor, you find a spot at one of the large oak tables in the back corner, pressed up right against some book shelves. a large window to the left of you grants you the view of your campus, and with that you get to work.
the sun in the sky tracks your progress throughout the day, and by the time the view outside your window is dark, you’ve managed to complete all of the arguments for your paper. this is great! now all that’s left is the introduction and conclusion, which have always been your least favourite parts to write.
“library’s closed,” a familiar voice pulls you out of your essay writing trance, “you should go home.”
“sorry! I just got dis-” you cut yourself off when you look up to see no other than changbin making his way over to you with a smile on his face. his torso is covered with an olive green cashmere sweater, the fabric straining against his biceps and pecs. he’s pushing an ivory coloured cart stacked with books in front of him, but stops when he reaches the desk you’re stationed at.
“you’re lucky the librarian has a soft spot for you or else you’d be getting kicked out.”
“a soft spot? i’m flattered.” in all honesty you are flattered, and you bashfully divert your gaze from changbin’s when you feel your cheeks begin to heat up. it’s then you notice that the library is completely void of other students, and the two of you are alone. time really slipped away from you while you were working as you check the clock on your laptop and realise that it’s nearing midnight.
“i thought you weren’t working today?” you ask changbin before shutting your laptop and slipping your borrowed books into your bag.
“i wasn’t, but the other student librarian felt sick halfway through her shift, so I came in to clean up,” changbin starts, but upon noticing that you’re getting ready to leave, adds on: “wanna help?”
nodding your head in agreement, you hang your bag off of the back of the chair you were previously sitting in before stepping to where changbin’s standing.
pushing the library cart in front of him, he makes his way to the bookshelf behind the row of tables you were working at. you follow behind him, stopping when he does.
“this is the classics section,” he motions to the shelves in front of you. “all you have to do is look at the code on the spine, find where it goes on the shelf, and then mark it as re-shelved in the catalogue. simple.”
it is simple. changbin hands you a copy of the catcher in the rye and then waits for you to follow his instructions. F173 is the code on the book’s spine, so you look at the shelf, find the book marked as F172, and then slide your book beside it.
“see? i told you it was easy. you’re a natural!” changbin gushes while scribbling a check mark beside the title of the book you just re-shelved in the return catalogue.
you stay in place as you watch changbin do exactly what you just did with the other books - albeit he is much faster at it than you were.
he picks up a book, a worn-in copy of pride & prejudice, looks at the code and then looks at you before mumbling a quick ‘sorry’. at first you’re confused, what’s he sorry for? but then he pushes up against you, his chest to your back, as he reaches up to re-shelf the book in the spot directly above your head.
when he’s done he doesn’t move away from you - and you don’t want him to. his torso remains pressed up against your back, and you feel his breath on your neck and the shell of your ear.
with some apprehension you look over your right shoulder and find changbin staring back at you, his eyes dark as his gaze flits between your lips and your eyes. the tips of your noses are practically touching since you’re so close, and you can smell the spearmint gum he has in his mouth.
acting on impulse, you lean in and press your lips to changbin’s in a short, soft kiss before pulling away and letting changbin make the next move.
he kisses you again, and you indulge in the feeling of his plush lips pressed against yours. changbin kisses you like he has all the time in the world - in essence you do, since the library is closed. he takes his time with you, his buff arms moving to wrap around your waist giving you a sense of security.
his teeth nip and suck at your bottom lip and you whimper in response, your tongue darting out to trace his lips before parting them. changbin groans as you slide your tongue against his, both of your mouths becoming slick with spit. he sucks on your tongue while pressing his chest right up against you, ensuring there’s absolutely no space between your bodies.
you can feel changbin’s hands travelling lower and lower from where they were previously resting on your waist. with reluctance he detaches his lips from yours, his eyes staring back at yours with a certain hunger - a hunger that only you can satisfy. although you miss the warm feeling of changbin’s lips on yours, your neck thanks you as you look forward again, no longer having to crane your head over your shoulder for the sake of kissing the man behind you.
you brace yourself against the wooden frame of the bookshelf in front of you, your face pressed up against tattered copies of jane eyre, little women, and mansfield park.
the tips of changbins fingers are soft and warm as they delicately trace the skin on your lower abdomen, moving the hem of your shirt before grasping the waistband of your jeans. with his right hand he deftly pops open the copper button before dragging the zipper down with ease while his left hand grips your waist.
the rough denim of your pants is somewhat restricting, but changbin manages to slip his hand inside, his fingers moving to touch you over your panties. the fabric feels rough as changbin massages your cunt, his index and middle fingers tracing your labia briefly before he retracts his hand.
soft sucking noises can be heard as changbin puts his fingers into his mouth, coating them with spit before releasing them from his lips with a soft pop. he moves his hand back to where it was moments prior, only this time he slips his fingers under the elastic waistband of your underwear.
changbin’s fingers are curious as he explores your cunt, which is practically sopping wet at this point. his digits don’t stay in one place for longer than a second as he drags them through your folds, briefly brushing them against your clit causing you to jolt in surprise. it feels good but it’s not enough.
“changbin~ i need more.”
he chuckles, it’s deep and makes you feel a certain way, before complying with your request by slipping his middle finger into you. your body reacts automatically, your back arching and your cunt clenching in response to the slight stretch. changbin’s saliva coated finger glides in and out of you with ease, his thrusts are slow and calculated so as to ensure your comfort.
“think you can take one more?”
you nod, your nose bumping into the wood bookcase that you’re still pressed up against. changbin’s ring finger joins his middle inside of you, and you whine at the pleasure it gives you. his fingers are thick and long, and you feel your knees buckle when he strokes your g-spot.
the heel of his palm brushes against your clit with each and every movement of his hand, causing your abs to tense at the pleasure building up inside of you. it feels as if your nerves are on fire and your stomach is in knots as changbin brings you closer and closer to cumming. your brows furrow and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as changbin fucks your pussy with his fingers, his strokes becoming faster and deeper as you squirm against him.
with one final thrust you cream all over changbin’s digits, his name falling from your lips like it’s the only word you know. his lips attach to your neck and he sucks and nips at your skin as he removes his fingers from your cunt.
in one swift motion changbin grasps your hips before guiding you back to the wooden desk you were sitting at before he arrived. the bones of your hips bump against the edge of the desk changbin now has you pressed against, and you slip off your sneakers before grabbing the waistbands of your jeans and panties before yanking them off in one swift motion.
a pair of firm, warm hands come into contact with your shoulder blades and push you down so you’re bent over the desk. you turn your head so your cheek is resting on the hard surface, allowing yourself to get as comfortable as possible in this position. with your ass pressed up against changbin’s crotch, you can feel his cock straining against the denim of his jeans; you tease a little by pushing your hips back against his.
the sound of a zipper being pulled down makes your heart race, and you look behind you to the best of your abilities to see changbin unbuttoning his jeans before tugging them down to his mid thigh. he does the same with his navy blue boxers, his dick slapping against his lower stomach upon being released. you place your cheek back on the desk and try not to drool.
changbin spits in his right palm before wrapping it around his cock, pumping his shaft several times before grabbing onto your hip with his free left hand. he teasingly drags the tip of his dick through your slick folds before stopping at your entrance, enjoying the way your cunt looks absolutely drenched all because of him.
“do something, changbin!” you whine impatiently, moving your hips from side to side as if you’re enticing him to fuck you. thankfully changbin needs you just as much as you need him, so he complies with your plea and pushes his dick into your tight pussy.
his cock stretches you in all the right ways, filling you up so perfectly that you think he must’ve been made for you.
“so big…” you whimper as changbin starts to fuck you, his demenour doing a complete 180 from when he fingered you just a minute ago. immediately his thrusts are rough and deep, his hips coming in contact with your ass with every movement and his hands firmly planted on either side of your shoulders to give himself leverage.
your nails scratch and claw at the varnished surface of the wooden desk, unable to grab onto something to keep yourself in check. everytime changbin grinds into you your hip bones bang against the edge of the desk, and you’re sure that tomorrow they’ll be various shades and hues of purple and blue. your moans become more breathy and desperate
the feeling of changbin pulling his cock out of you can only be described as devastating. dramatic, i know, but he felt so good inside of you and gave you no warning as to why he would pull out.
all of your previous thoughts are pushed aside when changbin grips you by the hair and pulls you up so your back is flush against his chest once again. his hand grasps your shoulder and he turns you around before pushing you against the desk again, although you’re now on your back
you’re sure you look like a mess - what with your hair sticking to your face with sweat and your lips all swollen and red from you biting them. but changbin just moans gutterally upon seeing your fucked out expression before shoving his cock back into your cunt and striking up a ruthless pace again.
your legs wrap around changbins torso to force his body impossibly closer to yours, and you grind your hips upwards to meet changbin’s.
going braless was the right move to make this morning since changbin easily pushes your sweatshirt up to your collarbones, the fabric bunching around your neck. he wastes no time before placing his mouth on your left breast, his lips wrapping around nipple as he sucks and licks your skin.
he thrusts into you with more fervour, a non-verbal cue that he’s close to finishing - and so are you. detangling your fingers from his hair, you move your right hand down to your clit to rub it in time with the movements of changbin’s hips.
“changbin - ah!” you moan aloud as you feel your orgasm creeping up on you. your legs are aching and you can hear your pulse rushing in your ears as changbin fucks you relentlessly, the legs of the desk making an obnoxious scraping noise against the cement floor in time with changbin’s thrusts.
in one moment everything comes crashing down as your orgasm ploughs over you like a train at top speed. you arch your back and changbin continues to fuck you, likely chasing his own orgasm. your moans, that are borderline screams, echo off of the high ceiling of the library, which looks as if it's swirling as your vision struggles to return to normal. waves of pleasure roll over your as your heart pounds against your chest, your breathing just as erratic.
changbin soon pulls out of you, fisting his own dick as he moans your name over and over. seconds laters he finishes all over your bare stomach. it feels warm and wet, and you watch as changbin braces himself against the desk to prevent himself from collapsing onto the floor.
eventually your heartbeat slows, and you lift your arm from where it was resting beside you to your stomach. changbin watches with the eyes of a hawk as you drag 2 of your fingers from your bellybutton to the bottom of your ribs, your digits getting coated in his cum in the process. popping them into your mouth, you suck on them dramatically before swallowing greedily, changbin’s eyes never straying from you in the process.
“fuck, you’re hot,” changbin groans before tucking his dick back into his boxers, and you giggle. repeating your previous actions, changbin uses his index and middle fingers to gather some of his cum from the pool on your stomach before shoving them into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly as his fingertips graze the back of your throat.
once your stomach is clean, changbin grabs the hem of your sweater and pulls it down over your chest before helping you sit up so you can retrieve your panties and jeans. your back and scalp are sweaty and your stomach is sticky, but you’re too blissed out to care.
changbin looks at you and is about to speak before a bright fluorescent light blinds both of you.
“hey! you two can’t be in here, the library’s closed!” a campus security guard shouts at you from where he’s standing at the far end of the room, his flashlight shining on yours and changbin’s faces.
“it’s ok, i’m the librarian,” changbin waves while trying to block out the blinding white light, “we just finished- i mean, we’re just finishing up!”
the security guard just waves dismissively before heading back downstairs, grumbling some stupid shit about students and their recklessness. you make eye contact with changbin before you both burst out in a fit of laughter; the kind of laughter where you tear up and clutch your stomach because you’re laughing so hard.
“that’s never happened before.” changbin regains his composure, a toothy grin still plastered on his face.
“what, fucking someone in the library or being busted by security?” you question him, a small smirk present on your face as he answers: “both.”
changbin’s gaze falls to the library cart, which is still full of books that he was supposed to be putting away instead of blowing your back out. he raises an eyebrow before looking at you expectantly. sighing, you walk over and grab the cart before pulling it towards the dozens of bookcases, “we better get started then.”
so you get to work as changbin’s library assistant, and the two of you organise books while talking and laughing and kissing (just a little).
・・・・・
today’s a great day. it’s sunny, the temperature is perfect outside, and there's not a cloud in the sky. you woke up feeling light and airy, like some kind of invisible weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. operation get fucked had been a success!
your good mood only doubled when you went to the campus starbucks where jeongyeon, upon recognizing you as sana’s friend, gave you your drink for free. and to top it all off, when you checked your phone you had a text from changbin who told you he’s coming to pick you up for a lunch date. nothing can knock you off of your high horse today.
meeting sana on the concrete steps outside of her lecture hall, you gush about your late night library rendezvous with changbin, watching her eyes light up in delight as you recount what happened.
“in the library??! girl you’re a freak.”
a friendly beep of a car horn pulls you out of your conversation, and you look over to the parking lot to see changbin stepping out of his red sedan, waiting for you to join him.
sana squeals with excitement upon seeing your date standing in the parking lot, prompting you to ‘go get some’ while pushing you off the steps and towards changbin.
as you make your way over to changbin with a skip in your step, sana shouts one more thing.
“you finished your assignment though, right?”
fuck.
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we could leave the christmas lights up 'til january..
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• Like A Volcano | Part Five | •
Han Jisung Mini Series
© itshannjisung, 2024
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Chapter Genre: Angst⚡️Fluff💕Crack💥
-Bestfriends to Lovers Trope-
Summary: being best friends with the kings of kpop always has its ups and downs, and when you're offered a spot on the next European-American book tour to promote the publishing of your new book, there's one kpop king in particular who just doesn't want you to go.
Pairing: Idol!Han Jisung x Female Reader x Bestfriend Skz
** Includes two of my own original female characters, both whom are romantically involved with two of the members. Chan x Jo / Minho x Ash **
Warnings: Swearing. mentions of pregnancy. mentions/consumptions of alcohol. brief mention of bar fights. PDA. making out. slight suggestive themes. toothrotting fluff towards the end. the boys do not use honorifics.
lmk if I missed any!!
Word Count: 7.9k
**this chapter has been slightly changed & revised**
Enjoy!
The nightclub looked exactly how you remembered it to be; overly crowded, disgustingly sweaty and loud enough that you couldn’t even hear your own thoughts.
There was a point in time when this very scene was exactly what you and your friends thrived off of. The hundreds of slick bodies rubbing against each other in time with the music, the endless supply of alcohol that you would all take advantage of until the early hours of the morning, the open-concept layout that allowed you access to every square inch of the building, VIP or not.
Now, the eleven of you preferred nights in with take-out, karaoke, gaming, home-mixed drinks and old movies. Very rarely did you guys ever go out like this, so when you did, you guys always made the absolute most of it.
Bright neon lights and signs littered the old brick walls. The main dance floor still stood directly in the middle of the club, separated by a few steps downward to give it a sunken-in look. The DJ stage sat above it, strobe lights flashing every color and design in time to whatever was playing over the speakers.
The main dance floor was accessible to everyone, and there were multiple staircases leading up to the mezzanine level where the VIP section sat. From up there, you’d have a full view of the bars, the dance floor and the seating areas, though the VIP section had a bar and seating section of its own.
You knew your friends would be up there in the same private seating section they’d claimed upon one of the first visits to the club after debut oh-so many years ago. The staff made sure to rope it off so anyone who wasn’t apart of the Stray Kids entourage wouldn’t get in.
Big, burly men stood guard at each staircase, ensuring only VIPS got access upstairs, and you would’ve been intimidated by them all if they weren’t all Changbin’s gym buddies who, like Dae-hyun, knew you and your friends closely.
As your feet carried you forwards, further into the heat and humidity that clung to the air, you felt some of your tenacity begin to slip. If Jisung was in here hooking up with some girl, it’d be nearly impossible to find him in the ever-growing crowd. There must’ve been some sort of event happening as there seemed to be more people bustling around than usual.
You took a quick detour to the nearest bar and topped up on some liquid courage, the bartender adding it to Changbins ever-growing tab, before making your way to a staircase, trying to avoid the stares and glares you received from nearly everyone you passed by.
When you approached the familiar security guard standing post at the bottom of the metal stairs, you smiled brightly up at him.
“Ye-jun, hey! The rest of the gang is upstairs, yeah?” you asked as you stopped next to him briefly. Ye-jun, who smiled brightly at your sudden appearance, just sighed and gave you a once over before shaking his head and laughing at you in amusement.
“Why am I not surprised that you’re the one walking in here rocking a three-day walk of shame outfit?” he teased. “I’m gonna’ have to have a serious talk with Dae after shift about letting you in here lookin’ like that.”
You punched him lightly in the arm.
“Fuck you Ye, you know I look good.” you teased right back. You made sure to twirl your body in a circle for added affect, causing Ye-jun’s lower lip to fall between his teeth, his eyes darkening with appreciation.
“Yeah, maybe a little too good, y/n. Jisung better smarten the hell up and get his ass in gear before someone snatches you up. Or worse, I do.”
Your initial reaction was to laugh, but the reality of his words only caused you to sigh and run a hand down your already sweaty face.
“Has Ji been that bad?” you asked, not really wanted to know the answer.
If Jisung and his behavior was beginning to cause problems for the club staff, you were going to kill him. Ye-jun shook his head and laughed at the concerned look on your face.
“No. Bad would’ve been eight months ago when I had to drag him out of the bathroom and into a taxi because he was crying so hard over you that he threw up all over one of the couches upstairs. Now he just jumps from woman to woman, causing fights to break out and making security have to work double time.” he explained, chuckling whole-heartedly at the sheer embarrassed that was now plastered to your features at the news.
“Oh my fucking God.” you exasperated. “I am so sorry, Ye.”
Ye-jun waved off your worries with a smile.
“Don’t be. We’ve had some good action in the time you’ve been gone, mostly from the women he double-times. Cat fights, smashed bottles, broken chairs, wigs being torn off, drinks thrown, nails breaking. Oh yeah, the guys and I have been nothing short of amused lately.”
You buried your face in your free hand while heat rushed to your cheeks and covered the tips of your ears. “Jesus, Ye. Why haven’t you kicked us out and banned us yet?” you only half joked. Ye-jun just shrugged and leaned against the railing as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.
“Bad publicity. Throwing out a group of idols would look bad no matter how we’d try and spin it. Plus, like I said, the guys and I are loving it. Standing here for twelve hours checking wrist bands isn’t really as enticing as it may seem.”
You gave him a wicked smile at that last part.
“I’ll keep that in mind next time I feel like starting a fight then.” you winked, though you still felt awful about the crap Jisung’s put the staff through. Ye-jun chuckled and shook his head one last time at you as you tapped his arm goodbye and ran up the stairs, feeling more desperate to find Jisung than before.
The air upstairs was noticeably lighter, making it easier to breathe the second you reached the top. Behind the panes of glass that bordered off the VIP section, the music was slightly muffled, allowing your mind a moment of peace from the commotion and noise coming from behind you.
You pushed your way through the groups of people that cluttered the area, thanking the heavens it was less crowded up here than it was down below, and stopped just a few feet away from the section where your friends sat. You watched the six bodies that were currently present, admiring your friends in awe.
Hyunjin was perched on the armrest of one of the two couches, sipping his drink while he observed the people around him, no doubt looking for someone to pique his interest. Jeongin sat next to him against the cushions, picking away at the large plate of food that sat on the table in front of him.
Ash and Minho were in their own little world on the other couch, the two of them whispering and giggling to one another as they scrolled through Ash’s phone. They’d stop briefly and exchange looks of intimacy and small, soft kisses before resuming, causing you to blush and look away in order to grant them some privacy.
Jo and Chan were, unexpectedly, also indulging themselves in some PDA, which confused you to the core. Jo was never one for public displays of affection, she usually avoided it like the plague, and Chan was always so fine with it; he too preferred it that way, their intimacy save for the privacy of their bedroom.
But alas, here they were. Jo was sitting sideways on Chans lap, her arms wrapped lovingly around his shoulders as his hands held her tightly at the waist, his face buried into her neck. She was giggling softly to herself as he continued his attack on her skin, leaving kisses along her jaw and throat before dipping to her collarbone momentarily and then tracing his path back upwards. The others didn’t seem to mind, paying them no attention, which only left you feeling more out of the loop.
Something was going on.
You had opened your mouth to question what was going on, to ask when Hell hath frozen over for them to be doing such things publicly, without a care, but you barely got a sound out before Jeongin practically squealed in disbelief.
“Oh my God, Noona?”
He jumped from his spot on the couch, his half eaten chicken wing forgotten as he ran to you with open arms. The remaining five bodies all jumped in surprise at his outburst and they turned to watch as he bulldozed into you, nearly knocking you clean off your feet.
“Y/n?” Hyunjin questioned in time to Jeongins movements as the younger squeezed your waist tightly. Realisation hit him quickly, and before you knew it, he was rushing to your side almost as quick as Jeongin had.
“Is it really you? Are you really here?” Jeongin asked, his smile brighter than the sun. He barely had enough time to move out of the way before Hyunjin’s large figure came crashing into the two of you.
“Bunny? What the heck are you doing here?” Hyunjin interrupted your reply around a laugh as his hands came up to cup your face so he could hold you still and properly look at you. It was as if he didn’t believe you were actually standing before him in the flesh. He had your face squished so much between his palms that your lips were jutting outwards and you couldn’t form any sort of response back to him.
“Jesus Hyune, give the girl room to breathe.” Jo spoke as she hopped of Chans lap and approached the three of you with a smile. “She’s here to see me, obviously.”
Hyunjin let go of your face and rolled his eyes at Jo’s words as he stepped out of her way so she could greet you.
“Yes, yes. We all know you two are secretly lesbian lovers.” he dramatically spewed with a shake of his head as he returned to his spot on the armrest of the couch.
“It’s true.” you joked back as you pulled Jo in for a tight hug, happy to see her back to usually cheerful self. “Jo and I are helplessly in love.”
Chan was right behind her, wrapping his arms around the both of you and squishing Jo between your two bodies.
“We had a feeling you’d show.” he quipped before stepping away, allowing Minho and Ash to come forward next. The two of them hugged you warmly before everyone returned to their seats. Jeongin had grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the couch where he and Hyunjin had been sitting, plopping you down in between the two of them.
“Seriously though, what are you doing home? I thought the tour wasn’t done for another month? What’s going on? And what happened to your arm? Why are you dressed like that? Is everything okay?” Jeongins questions came at you in rapid fire as he began picking at his food once more, a look of concern washing over his features. You sighed and rubbed at your eye, taking a moment to think about how to respond.
“It’s a long story,” you decided. “One we can get into later if you’re really interested and concerned.” you patted Jeongins hand reassuringly. “As for my arm, I fractured it back in Amsterdam. I’m okay though, so please don’t worry.” You reached out to pull a cold fry off the platter on the table but Hyunjin’s hand shot out and grabbed you before you could.
“Uh oh. I’m sensing drama.” he stated, his eyes wide as he looked at you in anticipation. He then went on to ask you the one question you dreaded being asked since your plane left the Amsterdam tarmac. Jo, Ash, Chan and Minho all groaned at his curiosity, though Jeongin looked just as intrigued.
“Where’s whats-his-name?”
You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the onslaught of questions that would no doubt follow your response. You were hoping you’d have more time before the situation was brought up despite coming all the way here and surprising them. You were too focused on your task at hand to think of appropriate responses while in the taxi ride here, and you mentally scolded yourself for it.
“He’s not here.” you stated simply, surprising yourself with how easy it was to say despite everything Seojun put you through. Hyunjin eyed you as his fingers laced with yours. He seemed to have caught onto the seriousness of the situation and chose his next words carefully.
“Not here as in back at your apartment? Or not here as in-”
“Not here as in not in my life anymore.” you interjected, squeezing his large hand for comfort. Jeongin’s face fell slightly at the news, his lips turning downwards into a frown.
“I’m sorry Noona. I know you really liked him.” he pouted for you. You were quick to wave off his worries as you patted his cheek affectionately, ignoring the way your stomach churned at Jeongin’s claim.
“Innie, please, don’t be sorry. I dodged a bullet with that one, believe me.” you assured him with a smile, mimicking Juho’s words from the other night. Jeongin was half-way through a concerned nod before Seungmin’s voice echoed throughout the small area, his sweaty face lighting up like a Christmas tree upon seeing you sitting before him.
“Holy shit. Y/n?” Disbelief coated his words as he hesitated to move. It wasn’t until you smiled his way and stood up from the couch with your arms open wide did he rush to you like a puppy, scooping you up in his arms and spinning the two of you around. As soon as he put you down a moment later, he pulled you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice an octave higher as his surprise and joy seeped into his tone. You glanced up at him and smiled before bumping your nose against his chin.
“I just missed you guys so much, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to come home before I lost my mind.” you answered jokingly before a mischievous smirk spread across your face. “I’m actually here to confess my love.”
Seungmin’s eyes widened slightly, his eyebrows shooting up his exposed forehead, his lip quivering for an uncertain moment as he tried to read your facial features. He knew about your infatuation with Jisung, nearly everyone at this point did, so his smile was wary and unsure as your hands lifted to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. He swallowed awkwardly, his arms tightening around you as his eyes squinted down at your curiously.
“Confess to who?” he drawled out. Your smirk grew bigger at his inquiry.
“To Jisung, obviously.”
As expected, Seungmin’s face twisted up into a look of discontent and disgust, though his smile never fully faded, his grip still tight around your waist. He knew your heart belonged to his bandmate, but it never stopped him from relentlessly flirting with you every change he got.
“Why would you want to confess to him when your knight in shining armour is literally standing right here in front of you?”
You laughed and scoffed before ruffling his now-blonde hair and giving him a peck on the cheek.
“Seung, you know I love you, but-”
“Yeah, yeah. Not the way you love him.” he waved off your affection with a laugh of his own as he wiped your kiss from his cheek. “He’s nothing but a loser trapped in his own aluminium foil, and for some reason, you’re into that.” he playfully rolled his eyes and frowned as he let you go. A pout sat at his lips as he took your spot on the couch and helped himself to the food you were eating.
“Don’t be pouty.” you mocked.
“I’m not?” Seungmin answered, his frown still present. “I’m just glad it was one of us and not that jackass.”
“One of you that what?” you quipped.
“One of us that you fell in love with. I mean, it should’ve been me, honestly, because I’m irresistibly funny and more handsome than Jisung will ever be, but I won’t hold it against you. As long as you come sit with me.” Seungmin joked around, patting his lap for you to sit down.
You rolled your eyes at him and ignored his invitation, glancing around the VIP section to see if you could spot Jisung. You knew he wouldn’t be up here, it would be obvious if he was, but you still looked for him regardless.
“Where is Ji anyways?” you asked no one in particular. “I need to talk to him before my confidence wears off.”
You didn’t realise you had been bouncing anxiously from foot to foot, toying with the hem of your (Jisung’s) shirt until Ash had reached out and grabbed a hold of your hand, her thumb running soothing circles across your knuckles to help ease your nerves.
“Last I saw he was down on the dance floor with Bin and Felix.” Seungmin answered as he leaned back into the leather couch, his mouth nearly stuffed full with nachos.
Just as you were about to open your mouth and ask who wanted to join you for a dance, Changbin showed up looking sweaty and out of breath. He whizzed past Chan and Jo, who had resumed their intimate acts of affection, and reached for a glass, gulping half of it down before he even noticed you standing there. Upon meeting your gaze, his eyes widened and he nearly spat his drink out across the space between the two of you.
“Bunny?” Felix shouted in surprise as he appeared, pushing past the ropes and coming forward to immediately pull you into a gentle hug before Changbin could. “What the hell are you doing here? When did you get back?”
You squeezed your arms around him for a moment, melting into his familiar embrace before you pulled away and held him at arms length, observing his change in style.
“I got back this morning. But you? What did you do to your hair?” you exclamied upon seeing it, the bright blue color harmonizing his skin tone perfectly. Felix blushed and swiped his hand through the loose locks, smiling down at his feet.
“You like it? I think it looked great. They did such a good job for comeback.”
“It looks incredible!” you gushed as your hands reached up to touch it. You were expecting the strands to be dry and damaged from all the product they must’ve used to bleach it and then dye it, but it was as soft as a feather.
“Yah!” Changbin then interrupted in his loud voice, the tone only slightly annoyed. “Is this why the four of you rushed out of the house so quickly this morning? To go pick her up?” He addressed Chan, Jo, Minho and Ash as he came in for a hug. The four of them nodded in response.
“Why didn’t you tell us she was back!” He asked as he wrapped his strong arms around you and squished you tighter than anyone else had.
“She didn’t want you guys to know she was back until she was ready.” Chan explained calmly, glancing at you before he continued on. “She’s had a lot of shit happen in the last few months and she really needed a rest before you heathens brought more chaos into your life.” He gave you a silent look to see how you’d react to his explanation, but his honestly barely bothered you.
“Because you guys are animals and I needed to fully recharge my battery before facing all eight of you again. I missed you guys a lot, but my time away has dwindled my patience.” you joked as you wiggled in Changbins iron-like embrace. He waited a few more seconds before loosening his grip, allowing you room to breathe. He then held you at arms length and gave you a once over, a look of concern crossing his features before a giggle escaped his lips.
“Your sense of style also seems to be dwindling.” he teased, shaking his head similar to how Ye-jun had. “What the hell are you wearing?” he asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
You rolled your eyes and pushed him playfully away from you.
“Keep it in your pants, Bin. I’m here for Jisung, not you.”
You expected Changbin to dramatically clutch his heart and fall to his knees the way he’d done so many times in the past, but instead, he tensed under your touch at the mention of Jisung’s name. A laboured breath left his throat and your stomach began to turn.
“Fuck me.” he whispered as he closed his eyes and rubbed at the bridge of his nose in distress..
“Bin, what’s wrong?” your voice squeaked. You knew his answer just by the look of sheer guilt in his eyes, but it still stung to hear the words out loud.
“He just went off to dance with some girl.” he admitted shyly as he scratched the back of his neck. There was barely enough time for the information to reach your ears before Jo suddenly burst out in a fit of annoyance.
“Binnie, what the hell?” she sucked in a breath at his words, a look of betrayal on her face. “Remember when I told you guys not to let him do that tonight? This is why. Cause y/n’s back, you idiot!”
Changbin shrugged his shoulders and held his hands up in surrender.
“It’s not my fault! I didn’t know Bunny was back, or I would’ve stopped him! I just wanted to let the kid have some fun!” he tried to justify his actions, but Jo wasn’t having any of it. She nearly growled as she rose from Chan’s lap, causing him to reach out to stop her.
You watched as Chan grabbed her by the waist to prevent her from beating Changbin to death with her bare fists, his hands resting protectively across her stomach. He stood with the momentum and nuzzled his face into her neck, whispering lightly into her ear. He was being overly affectionate with her despite the tension that surrounded the two of them earlier in the morning during the ride back to your apartment, and you were becoming more and more confused.
“Jo, Love, please relax. You don’t want to get too riled up. Think about your blood pressure.” you heard him barely whisper as he tried to talk Jo down, his hands moving to rest on her upper arms.
You knew something was going on but you never expected the next words to leave Chan’s mouth.
“Think of the baby.” he murmured. He thought he had spoken low enough for no one to hear, but you did. Everyone did, and everyone minus Ash and Minho whipped their heads in their direction with matching looks of shock crossing their features, Changbins fuck-up momentarily forgotten.
“I’m sorry, WHAT?” you shouted in surprise.
Chan’s face flushed red and Jo scowled playfully at him.
“Nice going Chris.” she mumbled as she smacked his arm lightly. Chan just let out a sheepish smile and rested his chin on her shoulder as he pulled her back down onto his lap.
“Excuse me?” Changbin was having a hard time comprehending the news.
“You’re pregnant?” Jeongin and Felix spoke at the same time that Hyunjin and Seungmin let out choked noises of surprise. Jo hesitated for a minute to look at Chan before the biggest smile you’d ever seen from her spread across her face. She looked joyful, ironically like a child, and adoration sparkled in her eyes.
“Surprise?” she offered. Smiles and shouts of joy began to slip out as the initial shock wore off of everyone, each of the members present standing to hug and congratulate the happy couple on their news. Seungmin just leaned forward from his spot on the couch to try and give his leader a high-five amidst the chaos.
“Alright Chan! Fifty points for managing to put a Joey in the pouch!” he laughed maniacally. Everyone except Chan laughed at Seungmins inappropriate joke.
Chan instead just deadpanned at his younger member, the signature disappointed dad sigh making a comeback as he shook his head. He looked as if he was ready to put Seungmin up for adoption.
“Seungmin, never ever in your life say those words to me ever again.”
Seungmin just laughed as he forcefully pulled one of Chan’s hands off of Jo’s stomach and high-fived himself with it, looking mischievous and every bit proud of himself. Everyone shook their heads at him before you brought attention back to Jo and Chan.
“So, how far along are you?” you asked.
“Do you guys know the gender yet?” Felix then chided in.
“Oh God, I don’t know if I’m ready to be an Uncle to two idiots just yet.” Hyunjin cried, earning a smack on the back of his head from Minho.
“If it’s a boy can we name it after JYP?”
Jo laughed at the impending questions and hugged Chan tighter to her chest as she answered each of them happily, her body practically dripping with excitement.
“I’m almost four months along. No, we don’t know the gender, we want to keep it a surprise. And no, Seung? We’re not naming it after JYP?” she scowled at Seungmin’s suggestion. You could practically see the wheels of mischeif spinning wildly in his mind, and you decided then to interrupt his next words with a clap of your hands.
“I think this calls for a celebratory drink for everyone! In honor of the both of you.” you interjected, addressing both Ash and Jo in your statement. “By this time next year, we’ll have a mini-Jo and a mini-Min running around together, wreaking havoc with their parents in tow, and I think it’s best for us all to get a head start on the numbing process now.”
Everyone giggled and cheered at your suggestion. All but Chan. His attention was zeroed in on something past the window and down onto the main dance floor.
“I think the drinks can wait.” he said. When his eyes found yours, he nodded and motioned down to the crowd of people who were dancing and singing to the music. You paced to the window and peered through the glass to see what he was looking at.
At first, you weren’t sure what caught his eye. The flickering lights and hordes of people made it difficult to spot what he did, but after a sudden flash of white light lit up the room, it was hard to miss the silver-blonde mop of hair on Jisungs head as he squeezed his way through the crowd, his hands intertwined with a girls.
You gulped loudly as you watched him pull the female away from the dance floor and towards the darkened corners where the bathrooms were located. A wave of heat washed over you and you suddenly felt sick to your stomach from the sight of him with someone else. Someone that wasn’t you.
Everyone had gotten up and peeked through the window to see what you and Chan were looking at, and then they all looked towards you to gauge your reaction and anticipate your next move. Minho must’ve sensed your sudden lack of confidence because he held the remainder of his drink out to you and waited for you to take it before he spoke softly.
“Remember what I said, y/n.” he clicked his tongue. “You deserve happiness. You deserve love. You deserve him. Now go get him.”
The jealousy that sat idly in your bloodstream flared to life as you downed your drink without a problem, barely tasting the whiskey on your tongue while your eyes followed Jisung. You nodded at Minho’s words, but your feet refused to move.
This was it.
This was what you came here for.
This is what pulled you off your couch and dragged you to this nightclub without a second thought, without a single care at to what you looked like and what the outcome could’ve been.
Maybe you should’ve changed your clothes.
This was what your heart ached for,
He was what your heart aced for.
And it was time to get him back.
You nodded your head again as you felt the alcohol coat your system with a new wave of confidence. You took a deep breath before you glanced to your right where Seungmin was sipping on his glass of expensive vodka through a straw.
Before he could react, you pulled the glass from his hand and tilted your head back, chugging as much of it back as you could.
“Oh, that’s not-” Seungmin paused and watched in awe as you downed the entire glass. “That’s not water.” he finished quietly to himself as you handed him the empty glass and wiped the corners of your mouth, letting the vodka give you that extra boost you needed to get your feet moving.
Satisfied, you turned on your heel and walked away from your friends without another word. Despite the excitement that still hung in the air at Jo and Chans announcement, all nine of them shotued and cheered for you as you made your way out of the VIP area and down to find Jisung, causing others to send weird looks your way.
Your feet seemed to be moving in double time as you became more and more determined, pushing through the waves of people and making your way to the bathrooms, desperately hoping Jisung would still be in the area.
You weren’t about to lose you chance again.
You’d fight the girl with your bare fists if you had to; anything for another chance.
As the alcohol settled in your system, you felt your head grow tipsy, boosting your confidence impossible more. The crowd grew more and more dispersed the closer you got to the bathrooms, making it easier to breathe.
Easier to find exactly who you were looking for.
He was hard to miss.
He had the girl pushed up against the wall near the corner. Her hands were running ravenously over his body; up his back, across his shoulders, into his hair and down again. His face was buried into the crook fo her neck and her smile was blissful even in the dim light as he sucked and bit at her skin.
Upon seeing him in this compromising position, you almost blushed and turned away to leave them be, accepting the fact that he’d moved on from you, but you noticed quickly that Chan had been right. Jisungs hands were planted firmly against the wall he had her up against, and his body was rigid, still, as if he wasn’t enjoying himself in the slightest. That was enough to make you stay.
He was wearing one of his infamous sleeveless shirts, black and worn out and distressed, much like yours was, and fitted black jeans. His silver-blonde hair that you’d seen online in the comeback trailer was long and messy, sweat causing it to stick up and out in all directions while the girls hands tugged and pulled at it.
The way his shirt hugged his broad shoulders made his back muscles extremely visible, his honey-colored biceps and forearms flexing deliciously as the pressure he applied to the wall rose and fell in time with his heavy breathing. The shirt clung to his body, slick with sweat, exposing his thin waist.
He looked absolutely delectable.
You watched as the girl raised one of her bare legs and wrapped it around his hips, a moan escaping her lips as she tried to pull him closer to her. It was the most dramatic, unnattractive sound you’d ever heard and you sensed she was most likely doing it for his benefit rather than her own, attempting to gt him to touch her, but he resisted.
You felt a surged of pride as you noted it. Yes, you trusted Chan and everything he told you, but seeing it with your own two eyes made it more real, more special.
Jisung didn’t want anyone but you, refused to touch anyone but you.
It made you shudder in delight.
Then, as if on cue, the most delicious groan you’ve ever heard escaped from Jisung’s throat, causing a shiver to shoot up your spine.
“Bubby,” he whined, his voice hot with lust as he practically cried. “Y/n, please.”
That was all you needed to hear; the only thing that sent you flying towards the two at full speed before you could even register what was happening.
He didn’t want her, he wanted Bubs.
He wanted you.
With more confidence than you’ve had all night, you walked right up behind him and laced your fingers into the belt loop of his jeans. In one swift motion, you whirled him off of the girl and pushed him into the corner, caging him with your arms on either side of his face.
You ignored the girl’s confused huffs of anger as Jisung was ripped from her grasp, and pressed your body against him in all the right places, your leg inserting itself between his, your lips coming up to whisper in his ear.
Jisung wasn’t sure what had happened. One minute he was sucking the neck of a girl he didn’t bother learning the name of, doing everything he could to block the image of you from his mind, and the next he was being pushed into a corner.
His first drunken instinct was to fight against whoever it was who overpowered him, which was futile given how much alcohol he’d consumed already, concluding it was probably one of the bouncers looking to throw him out for god knows what this time. But, when he was met with your familiar scent, when the lavender and vanilla hit his senses at full force, his body nearly shut down. When your soft, sweet voice whispered into his ear, the voice that always seemed to bring him back home, he went nearly limp with relief.
“I’m right here Sung. Bubs is here.” you had whispered against his earlobe.
Immediately, his arms wrapped around your waist as your words hit him. For the first time in almost a year and a half, he felt like he was being saved, like he was waking from a dream, a nightmare.
He felt as if he had been spacebound for decades and your voice was the tether he needed to bring him back to earth. Like he had been drowning for an eternity and your voice alone was all he needed to breach the surface and breathe in the oxygen that was you.
He inhaled and slowly opened his eyes, terrified that he’d come face to face with a total stranger, someone who smelled and sounded exactly like you, the love of his life, but wasn’t.
When his eyes slitted open and they found yours staring back at him with nothing but adoration and lover and wonder, his arms tightened impossibly more around you and he practically lost his breath.
With your hair pulled into the remnants of a messy bun, dark bags under your eyes from lack of sleep, the small mole on your left cheek that matched his almost too perfectly, he thought you looked absolutely stunning.
The freckles that scattered across your nose and cheeks like stars in the night sky, the shirt, his shirt, hanging off your body, your shorts barely poking out from beneath the hem, the fucking converse on your feet.
No one could ever compare.
Maybe it was the alcohol swimming through his system, or simply just the lights from the club behind you, but he swore you had an angelic glow.
His savior.
You had come back for him.
Despite the overwhelming amount of happiness that poured into his bloodstream at just the sight of you alone, despite never feeling so relieved in his entire life, his face turned downwards into a scowl as he made eye contact with you.
He didn’t mean for it, but he wanted, needed, to protect his heart.
“What are you doing here y/n?”
His eyes burned into yours. You could tell by the fire in them that he was still mad at you for everything that happened, but the grip he had on your hips and the ever-growing bulge in his pants that was pressed against your thigh told you a completely different story.
“I’m here for you, Ji.” you spoke calmly, adoringly.
Jisung let out a sarcastic laugh and shook his head as he sobered up and glanced around where you had him cornered. He was fighting an internal battle with himself and wasn’t sure which side would win. The side that was still heartbroken and furious at you for leaving and running off with a man who didn’t love you as much as he did, or the side that wanted so badly to melt into your embrace and kiss you like there was no tomorrow.
“What’s wrong? Seojun couldn’t fulfill your needs so now you’re back here looking for me to do it instead?”
Ouch. That one stung.
You expected a bad reaction from him, but nothing like that. You nearly flinched away from his words. Your first instinct was yelling at you to start a fight and let the tears slip, it’s what you were used to from Seojun after all, but Jisung wasn’t speaking maliciously, at least not completely. He had no sides of the story and you knew that.
That was the only reason you took a deep breath and forced a conversation out of your system instead of the usual screaming match you had grown accustomed to in your time away.
“That’s not what’s going on, Sung.”
“Isn’t it though? You had him and you got bored and now you’re back for me.”
He watched you through hooded eyes as you shook your head at his words, but he didn’t give you a chance to respond before he spoke up again.
“Y/n, I love you just as much as I did the day you left, probably more so now that I know what it’s like to live without you, but I vowed to myself that day that I’d never let myself be anyones second choice.”
A heartbroken sigh shattered your body at his words, causing you to shake your head even harder at what he was insinuating.
“That’s just it Jisung. You’re not my second choice.” you breathed out around the lump that was quickly forming in your throat. You exhaled a shaky breath before continuing, not missing the way his eyes widened slightly at your claim.
“You’ve never been my second choice. You’ve always been my first. Even when I ran off with some asshole who didn’t give a flying fuck about me, when I embarked on an adventure that left me feeling nothing but lonely and empty inside, when I laid awake night after night missing home and wishing desperately I could go back, you’ve always been my first. And I tried to deny it and I tried to run away from it, but I couldn’t. I can’t anymore. You’re undeniable. You’re the only one my heart has ever belonged to. It’s been yours since day one.”
Jisung went still and silent at that, his eyes observing yours closely as he searched for any remains of doubt or skepticality in your resolve, anything that would tell him you were exaggerating or lying, but he found none.
He was suddenly hit with a brick of emotions as he found nothing but honesty and love staring back at him. He was and always would be your number one. He could see that now as clearly as he could see the universe in your eyes every damn time he looked into them.
“What are you saying y/n?” he whispered out so quietly you barely heard him.
A soft smile curled the corners of your mouth as you reached up and brushed some of his hair away from his face, trying to get a better look at his honey-colored skin and adorable brown eyes.
“I think you know exactly what I’m saying.” you whispered back in the same tone. It was a miracle the two of you heard each other at all over the loud music. But at this moment, the two of you were just lost in your own little world, everything else seemed muffled, unimportant.
A smile then pulled at Jisungs mouth, one that wasn’t mean or sarcastic or insincere. A genuine smile, and you knew at that moment you had him. You got him back, and the utter relief that shook your body was powerful enough to make your knees weak.
He was yours.
“I think I want to hear you say it,” he spoke softly, his eyes glittering in anticipation. “But please, please, don’t say it unless you absolutely one-hundred percent mean it. I can’t go through this again. I can’t lose you again.” he begged.
You dimpled at him, taking your hands off the wall and reaching to tangle your fingers in the long, soft hair that sat at the nape of his neck. You gave him a grin and shook your head in awe.
“I love you Jisung.”
He seemed to be holding his breath as he waited patiently for the words to leave your mouth, because once they did, a sigh of relief left his lips and his head fell forward to rest on your shoulder, his arms hugging you closer to his body. He nuzzled his nose against the skin of your neck, inhaling slowly as he tried to relax his frantic heartbeat.
“Say it again,” he whispered, causing a giggle to leave your chest as you held him close to you.
“I love you Ji.” you told him again.
You could feel him smiling against the skin of your neck as he took another deep breath, inhaling the very essence of you.
“Again,” he begged, relishing in the way the words left your mouth so prettily, in the way it made goosebumps rise along his arms and legs, in the way it filled him with so much joy and happines he felt like he could outshine the sun.
You let out a laugh at his persistent request, but complied anyways, tears forming in your eyes and threatening to pool down your cheeks from the sheer happiness filling your veins.
“I’m in love with you, Sungie.”
He pulled away from your neck and lifted a hand from your hips to hold your face. Tears of joy and relief were falling down his puffy cheeks and his thumb wiped at yours as your own tears began to fall just from the sight of him.
“One more time?”
You giggled again, your head leaning into the warmth of his touch.
You’d tell him as many times as you needed to for him to believe it.
“Jisung Han, I fucking lo-”
You never got a chance to finish your sentence before his lips connected with yours as he spun the two of you around, caging you in the corner and encasing you in everything that was him.
The kiss was gentle and sweet, full of love and devotion and longing. Even though his lips were pressed against yours roughly, they felt feather-light, and you sighed into the feeling.
It finally felt like you had come home.
Jisung smiled against your lips once you finally opened your mouth to take a breath, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in. The second your tongues touched, it was like fireworks had gone off inside your body.
Every nerve ending in your tongue, in your mouth, in your entire being was on high alert as the two of you slowly and sensually explored each other. You could feel every inch of his tongue as it grazed across yours. The little sparks of electricity that poured from his hands that were holding you so gentle made you feel alive for the first time in months, years even.
When the two of you inevitable had to pull away, breathless and dazed from the intensity of your actions, Jisung leaned his forehead against yours and opened his eyes slightly to stare at you.
“That should’ve been our first kiss,” he whispered as his arms folded around you once more. He was squeezing you tightly, as if he was afraid you’d drift away the second he stopped touching you, and you loved the feeling of it.
“I love you so much, Princess.”
You glanced up at him briefly before you pulled him in closer to you once more, connecting your lips with his in another kiss.
The time, the kiss was hot and desperate, the neediness practically rolling off the two of you in waves. All the years of longing glances, sexual tension, titillating banter and subtle flirting had led up to this moment. The invisible chord that tethered you two together seemed to have finally been pulled past it’s limit and snapped, brining you two closer than ever before.
Jisung slightly bent his legs, his mouth never breaking contact with yours, and wrapped his arms around your thighs, picking you up and pushing you harder into the corner.
As if you had been doing it for years, your legs automatically wrapped around his tiny waist, his pelvis pushing against yours while his chest pinned you to the wall. His fingers were softly stroking the crevice just beneath where your butt ended and your legs began, causing your body to ignite with want.
You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged on the ends gently, pulling away from his lips, a small string of saliva connected yours to his. Jisungs mouth chased you as you went, causing you to softly laugh. You had to put a hand on his shoulder and nudge him to get him to relax and take a breath.
“Wanna get out of here?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes darting from his eyes, back down to his mouth and then back up again.
Like you were a drug he was addicted to, Jisung couldn’t keep his lips off your skin. He planted soft kisses all across your face as you spoke, from your cheek, to your chin, to your nose, and finally back to your lips once more.
“Yeah?” he asked back, taking a moment to stare at you nervously. He bit his lip as you nodded your head yes eagerly.
“Yeah.” you confirmed. Jisung took one of his hands from where he was supporting your ass and brushed a few baby hairs away from your face.
“Are you sure?” he asked, causing you to roll your eyes and let out a laugh in response.
“Just fucking take me home Jisung.” you begged. Jisung smiled at your request and helped you to your feet again. He held onto your elbow as you struggled to regain your composure from the heated kisses the two of you exchanged.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
And with that, with his hand on the small of your back, he took you home.
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i come with a request my queen 🧎♀️ what about trying on different skincare masks with jisung </3 theyre just lazily goofing off during a free day 🤧💓
-; ✧˖*°࿐ CHILL DAY . HAN JISUNG .
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY ; lazily spending one of your days off with your boyfriend !!
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PAIRING ; han jisung x gn! reader !!
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ WORD COUNT ; 711 words !!
— warnings ; pet names (jagi/jagiya meaning honey/baby/babe), shit ton of fluff, y/n calls han ‘stupid’ in an affectionate way.
— notes ; i got lazy at the end,, sorry cielle ):
— notes ; i hope you like it though lovey!!
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your busy week schedule had really taken its toll on you and it was evident by the way you were half asleep on your boyfriend, jisung’s, chest at 9 in the evening (when you usually pull allnighters). one hand rubbed down your back, while the other held his phone as he scrolled through his twitter timeline.
“jagiya?” jisung didn’t look down, his finger now tapping your back in a slight rhythm awaiting your response. however, when it never came he looked down to see your closed eyes and light breaths, “you awake, pretty?”
“no.” you mumbled, frown on your lips as you buried yourself further into his chest. you let out a deep sigh, the relaxed feeling seeping deep into your bones once more.
days like these, where you got to relax in your boyfriend’s arms, were you favourite. the days where both you and jisung had the day off — you not having to go to class, nor study and jisung not having to help out at the studio.
jisung let out a small laugh, putting his phone down on the side table next to him. “didn’t you say something about wanting to do your night routine with me?” his question caused you to open your eyes, looking up at him with a frown before your face lit up with realisation.
“oh yeah,” you rubbed your eyes, moving to sit on your knees in between his legs. you did a quick stretch, reluctantly leaving the comfort of your boyfriend’s body heat and the comfortable sofa. you grabbed jisung’s hand, pulling him up from where he sat, the both of you wondering into the bathroom.
flicking on the light, you began placing both yours and jisung’s skincare products on the counter (you had to buy jisung his own). you grabbed the matching headbands that you brought for the both of you, one of them pink & the other white, with cute little bear ears on them.
“put this on.” you handed the pink one to jisung, before pulling on your own. you looked over to your boyfriend, frowning at the way his hair was still in his face, “no, like this, stupid.” you rearrange his headband, also tying up his hair for extra precaution.
jisung wrapped his arms around your waist, smiling down at you as you continued to mess with his hair. once you were done, your own gracious smile on your lips, you leaned back and admired your work. the brunette couldn’t help but lean forward, chasing your lips as he kissed you softly.
the both if you smiled into the kiss, pulling back looking at each other bashfully. escaping his hold fully, you picked up the moisturiser that both you and jisung could use, “hold still, ‘kay?” he did as told as you gently applied the product to his skin, rubbing it in with your finger as you silently admired his face.
“can i do you?” he spoke up once he realised you were finished. he took the bottle from you, doing the same thing you did, adding the lotion to your face before gently rubbing it in. “this okay?”
“you’re doing good, ji.” you hummed, finding yourself slowly falling asleep to his touch.
“alright. i’m done.” you opened your eyes, to see the brunette smiling down at you once again. you giggled grabbing the face masks from the side.
“right,” you paused, looking down at the two characters on the masks, “lion or tiger?”
“definitely lion.”
you ripped open the packet for the jisung’s face mask, unfolding it before bringing it up to his face. “close your eyes and keep your face still.” you instructed him, placing the mask on his face before smoothing it out. jisung did the same for you, placing the mask on your face, slowly smoothing it out with a smile on his face. “stop smiling, you’re gonna make it come off,” you mumbled your own smile appearing.
“i can’t help it, jagi,” he whined, though there was now a large grin on his face, “you’re just too pretty!”
you pushed his chest, your own grin on your face now as you laughed. he grabbed you in his arms, his fingers running down your sides, “i love you sungie!”
“love you way more, jagiya.”
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some of my favorite chan rooms for @chrisbangs
happy birthday ghouls ♡
#stray kids#chan#skz#m.gif#m.bc#stray kids gifs#HAPPY BIRTHDAY GHOULS ILY SOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH#have a wonderful day bb <3333333#ghouls 🖤#PLS JUST DONT PAY ATTENTION TO THE INCONSISTENT COLORING I FUCKING HATE COLORING VLIVES </3#also i'm not good at heartfelt messages just know i fucking love u ghouls ur the best 3racha bff i could ask for#ilysm and missed u so much and i'm so so grateful to be existing at the same time as u <333333333
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I tell my bff I like skz tommorow and my pfp is how she responded
Your early👆
She didn't mind👆
She was rude abt it👆
She didn't like them but didn't mind👆
She liked them but didn't become a stay👆
She became a stay👆
She didn't even notice the posters👆
#skz stay#straykids#stray kids#skz#i.n skz#bff#telling my bff#stay#bff stay#skz i.n#jeongin skz#jeongin#skz jeongin
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Lix's toque (beanie) is so cute 😍 (yes, I'm Canadian)
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